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blackenedsnow · 7 months ago

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I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so

Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids

If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that

slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader

NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!

BILLY LOOMIS

You’ve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy won’t notice because he’s engrossed in a movie marathon.

But within half an hour, he realizes you’re gone and his “big sibling” instincts kick in.

He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.

Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?

He’s relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.

Pretends to be unimpressed when you’re caught off guard.

He’ll let you stay—for now—

With the most deadpan expression, muttering,

“You could’ve just told me.”

But he’s not about to let you get away with it.

Once you’re back home, he’s the silent-but-deadly type. Just know you’re grounded.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba panics the minute he realizes you’re gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.

He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.

The whole family tries to calm him down, but he’s inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.

When he tracks you down, he’s so relieved he doesn’t know what to do.

Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.

He’ll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.

If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself “invisible.”

ART THE CLOWN

Oh, Art knows you’ve snuck out, and he’s amused.

He’s both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.

Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.

Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, “Caught you!”

Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knows—and will remember.

Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.

STU MACHER

Stu probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..

He's MAD.

Once he finds the house, he’s too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.

Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,

“How could you leave me out?”

When you get home, he’ll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".

THOMAS HEWITT

Notices you’re missing right away.

Thomas doesn’t like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.

He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.

Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.

He’s happy that you’re being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.

Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.

He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason’s heart drops when he notices you’re not in your usual spot, and he’s anxious as he starts tracking you down.

He’s relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.

Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.

He doesn’t want to interrupt but also doesn’t want anything sneaking up on you.

Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?

Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure you’re safe.

MICHAEL MYERS

He’s annoyed.

Why would you leave his protection?

Michael doesn’t even try to blend in; he’s the shadow at the window.

Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.

He won’t cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.

When you sneak out to meet him, he’ll give you a tiny “you-know-better” look, but he’s not mad—he just wants you safe.

Doesn’t reveal himself to anyone else, but he’ll stay there the entire time.

When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that you’re not as sneaky as you think.

BILLY LENZ

He notices right away.

Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and he’s instantly on the move, tracking you down.

Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.

He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.

He won’t disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an “I’m watching you” gesture.

When you get home, he’ll tease you nonstop about “abandoning him.”

PINHEAD

This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.

Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.

He finds the concept of a “sleepover” curious.

He’s more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.

He waits until you’re ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.

You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communication…

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She realizes quickly that you’re gone and storms out to find you, though her anger’s more worried than anything.

When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.

She won’t interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.

She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.

When you get back, she’ll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.

CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)

Chucky’s annoyed at first, muttering to himself,

“What does this kid think they’re doing?”

He’s irritated you’d sneak off, especially without his “permission,” and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.

When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.

He likes your independence but also doesn’t like feeling “left out.”

Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, “We’re talking later.”

He’ll grumble that “next time, you should let him know,” but he’s proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo is mad and lets you know it.

He’s worried you’re in danger, and when he finds you, he’s that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.

He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.

But once he knows you’re okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.

At home, he pretends he’s still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent’s used to you being close by, so when you’re not there, he’s unnerved and worried.

Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.

Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere you’ll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when you’re far away.

He’s quiet when you get home, but there’s a warmth to his gaze.

You should him next time..

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester’s both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.

He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.

When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.

Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but he’ll mostly just let you have your fun.

Gives you a playful nudge and a “don’t think you’re getting away that easy next time” when you get back.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.

When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.

Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.

When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he “suffered” in your absence.

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cami040405 · 2 months ago

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For Charles lee ray and Vincent Sinclair ? (Seperetly) would they be the gomez to readers morticia ? How much do they love and worship the reader? It can be any genre

Vincent Sinclair & Charles Lee Ray X Reader with a Relationship Dynamic like Gomez and Morticia (SEPARATE)

Summary: Imagine Vincent Sinclair and Charles Lee Ray (Separate) adoring their S/O like Gomez adores Morticia, they love them more than themselves and would kill and die for them.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I loved writing it, I particularly love this couple and being inspired by them to write this was incredible.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent might not speak, but his love screams volumes. When he loves, it’s with every fiber of his quiet, artistic soul.

Gomez-Level Devotion? Absolutely. Think of him trailing behind the reader like a shadow, silently admiring every detail of them—the way they move, their voice, the way they look at his work like it's more than just wax. To him, the reader is muse, protector, and salvation all in one.

Worship? He doesn’t worship with words—he does it through acts of loyalty and obsession. Every sculpture becomes more refined, more emotional when it’s inspired by the reader. He’d craft wax roses that never wilt. He’d memorize the reader’s routines, quietly fixing things in the house before they ever notice it was broken. If someone disrespects the reader? Vincent’s got the tools and the silence to take care of it without question.

Romance Level? Sky-high. Picture candlelight shadows dancing across the walls of Ambrose as he gently holds the reader’s hand, guiding it over a sculpture they “made together.” He’d cherish any touch the reader offers like it’s sacred.

To most, Vincent Sinclair is a shadow in the dark, an artist of eerie genius, hidden behind silence and a mask that conceals more than just scars. But to you, he’s something else entirely. And to him, you are everything.

From the moment you stepped into Ambrose, you brought color to a world of wax—a life untouched by warmth. At first, he watched from a distance. Silent. Unmoving. Eyes behind the mask studying you with an artist’s curiosity… and something far deeper. Obsession? Maybe. Fascination? Undoubtedly. But it was never cruel. Never predatory. Vincent doesn’t take. He offers.

He’s a man of creation, and you became his muse. But not just any muse—the only one who matters.

Vincent carves you from memory in the quiet of night, every flick of his knife shaped by the way you tilt your head when you're curious, the way your eyes soften when you talk to him—even if he doesn’t answer. He sculpts the curve of your smile like it’s something holy. Wax figures of you start to appear in his studio, some only partially formed, others whole—each one a love letter in form, each one a whisper of “I see you. I need you.”

And not one is ever good enough in his eyes. Because how could he ever capture something as alive as you in stillness?

He doesn't say “I love you.” He shows it. Constantly.

You find your favorite books, once lost or forgotten, neatly placed on the dusty nightstand in your room—cleaned just for you;

The blanket you left on the couch? Folded;

The mug you chipped last week? Replaced with one he painted himself.

A small bouquet of wax flowers, made by his own hand, left where he knows you’ll find it first thing in the morning;

That music box you mentioned liking as a child? It plays again one evening, the tune echoing softly down the hallway—because he fixed it. For you;

He notices everything. And you never catch him in the act. It's like he's afraid you’ll see and turn away. But he watches your reactions—those small moments of awe or gratitude—and treasures them like relics.

He burns for your approval, though he’d never ask for it.

That first time you take his hand, truly take it, you feel it. He stiffens, startled—not because he doesn’t want it, but because he does. So much. Too much. It’s been so long since someone touched him without fear or disgust. Since someone saw him and didn’t flinch. When your fingers brush his scarred palm and you don’t let go, something in him cracks—not painfully, but softly. Like wax melting under warmth.

He holds on like he might never get the chance again. No words, just a quiet inhale through his mask. And that’s when you know:

He’d die for you.He’d kill for you.But more than anything… he’d live for you.

Vincent’s jealousy isn’t loud. It’s chillingly quiet. If someone dares look at you with impure intentions—or speaks to you like you’re something to be taken—Vincent doesn’t argue. He doesn’t growl or posture.

He simply disappears. And so does the problem.

Later, you might find wax where it shouldn’t be. A strange silence over Ambrose, even heavier than usual. And Vincent? He’ll avoid your eyes, working harder, faster, more violently in his studio until you gently touch his shoulder… remind him you’re still his.

That you chose him.

And that’s when he relaxes again. Slowly. Like a wounded animal learning it’s finally safe.

It’s not a love that asks anything of you. It doesn’t demand.

Vincent gives. And gives. And gives.

Even if you never say the words.

Even if you walk away.

But if you stay?

He’ll protect you from his brother. He’ll shield you from the dark. He’ll carve out a corner of the world where only you and he exist, covered in the scent of hot wax, old wood, and silent reverence.

To Vincent Sinclair, you aren’t just someone he loves. You're the only softness in a world that taught him to harden.

The candle in his cathedral.The heartbeat in a town of silence.The one soul who looked past the mask—and never looked away.

Charles Lee Ray

Now Charles is raw, passionate, and chaotic. But when he loves, he’s fire and blood and undying hunger.

Gomez-Level Devotion? Hell yes, but add murder and mischief. He’s the type to say, “You looked at someone else today? Nah, baby, I took care of it.” His version of devotion is borderline unhinged—but he thinks of the reader as his queen, his ride-or-die, the only person who really gets him.

Worship? Obsessively. He’ll call the reader “gorgeous,” “my dark angel,” “soulmate” in one breath and threaten the entire world in the next for even thinking of harming them. He’s a worshipper in leather and blood-stained knives.

Romance Level? It’s chaotic romantic. Expect impulsive grand gestures: stealing jewels to “match your eyes,” setting a place on fire just to say, “I burned it down for you,” and saying “I love you” with every kill he makes in the reader’s name. But he means it. In that bloody, intense way only Chucky can.

From the very first moment Charles laid eyes on you, something in him shifted—dangerously. He wasn’t the type to fall. He took. He played. He killed. But with you? It wasn’t just lust or power. It was need. The kind that sinks in deep like a knife to the ribs and never lets go.

To Charles, you were the one thing in the world that made sense. The chaos in his head quieted when you were near. He called you “his girl,” “his baby,” “his goddess of gore.” And he meant it. You weren’t just someone he wanted in his life—you were the reason he still had a life.

Chucky doesn’t show affection like a normal person. Oh no, sweetheart. He shows it in blood and bullets, in stolen jewelry, in whispered threats to anyone who dares look at you too long.

"You know I’d kill for you, right?” - Not a metaphor. He means it. One time, you offhandedly mentioned someone who made you uncomfortable at work. By morning, they were in the news: missing. Charles never said anything. Just smirked. “See, baby? Told you I take care of my girl.”

Pet names out the ass: “Doll,” “Sweet face,” “Murder baby,” “Queen of my rotten heart.” And somehow, even in his gruff voice, they sound like poetry.

Grand gestures, Chucky-style: He once carved your initials into his knife handle—right below his own. "Til death do us part? Baby, you and I skipped that step. We’re forever."

Like a dark priest at a bloody altar. Like a cultist who only believes in you. You’re his constant obsession. You walk into the room, and the world stops. His eyes are always on you. He doesn’t just want you—he claims you.

You're his sanity. His chaos. His tether to reality. He might be covered in blood, coming home from a "job," and the moment he sees you? His voice softens: “C’mere, baby. Missed your pretty face.”

He’d kill God for you if you asked. And when he says things like “I’d gut a priest just to hear you laugh,” he’s not joking. He thinks the reader’s happiness is divine. Sacred. Worth everything.

If you’re Morticia, he’s the bloodstained, cackling Gomez who kisses the back of your hand after slicing someone’s throat. He’d watch you walk by in your flowing black clothes, eyes gleaming like a man starved, whispering, “Marry me again, baby. And again. And again.”

He’d brag about you constantly: “You seen my girl? Smartest, hottest thing on this rotting earth. Could burn this place to the ground and still make it look sexy.”

He treats your body like a shrine: Every scar, every curve, every movement—you’re untouchable to everyone but him. He memorizes you. Sleeps wrapped around you like a possessive snake. And god help anyone who tries to separate you.

When you’re mad at him?: He goes feral. Can’t handle the cold shoulder. Will beg, scream, promise you the world. “Don’t shut me out, baby. I’ll slit my own throat if it means you’ll forgive me. You know you’re my f***ing everything.”

You’re a legend. A nightmare wrapped in silk. A goddess of beauty and power and danger. And he worships you like that. When the world spits venom, he snarls right back. But when you speak? He listens. When you touch his cheek, his whole body melts. And when you say, “I love you” his heart threatens to beat out of his chest.

Because Chucky—Charles Lee Ray—loves like a wildfire. Violent, all-consuming, impossible to control.

And he’d rather die than live without you.

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