#slasher sfw

[ghostly-clown]

Slashers reaction to you fainting

This happened to me the other day (shout out to my friend thankyou for making sure i was ok) so might aswell write about it. And I am fine now, it wasnt anything serious

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For this scenario it's just gonna be just 'standing around and suddenly ur just no longer awake'

Includes the usual:

Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt

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Jason Voorhees

- Jason will catch you as you faint and is put into immediate shock and concern

- he wouldn't know what to do, so he'll slowly lower you to the floor

- and he will not move from that spot until you wake up

- when you do wake up he's making you sit on the floor for a few minutes until your sure you're ok

- after that he's not gonna leave you alone for the rest of the day

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Brahms Heelshire

- he probably thinks you just suddenly died

- will start cpr, or a weird version of it like wrong number of compressions all done at an irregular pace

- after 10 seconds he would give up

- starts being all dramatic about you being "dead" via crying over your passed out body

- after waking up he would be happy your alive, but mad you would passout on him like that >:(

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Vincent Sinclair

- as if he didn't have enough anxiety already, you had to go and faint

- he would catch you and absolutely freak out and melt down

- would have an internal war about leaving you to get Bo or Lester and just staying with you

- after a solid minute you would wake up and he's still trying to figure out what to do, he's probably gonna faint from the stress now

- like Jason he would spend the rest of the day around you making sure your ok

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Micheal Myers

- he is more confused by the situation than worried

- he would try to wake you up via poking and moving your arm

- when that dosnt work he would get a little concerned

- he stops caring the second he finds you still have a pulse and are still alive, but he won't leave you

- after waking up he would continue doing stuff like that never happened, a truly caring soul <3

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Thomas Hewitt

- like others he would also be concerned but it'll slowly get worse the longer your out

- starts off just confused about what just happened and why

- starts getting concerned after you dont get up

- stress rises from there after you don't wake up even after he starts moving you

- when you do wake up it's immediate relief from him, he will be nervous for the rest of the day tho

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That was fun :)

[slashv1xen]

dating bo sinclair head cannons - fluff

these are only SFW, i don’t write NSFW sorry 💗

he is DEFINITELY a show off, he will do anything to hear praise (he also definitely has mommy issues). and when he does? oh boy he’ll do either 1 of 2 things:

he smirks and says some teasing line, but the tips of his ears would be red and he would be thinking about that little praise CONSTANTLY (though he’ll never admit that)

if he’s in an emotional/vulnerable state (ex. he’s having a breakdown and you soothe him) he’ll probably either start crying or cry harder. (this is due to the awful treatment his mother gave him, plz give him the love he deserves)

his type is either an extremely feminine bimbo OR someone who is grunge/alt (if you’re grunge/alt, the two of you will listen to old rock/metal CD’s)

following off the last one, bo would definitely listen to nine inch nails/deftones/type o negative, that kinda music. and if you like that type of music he would take the CD’s from his victims so the two of you could listen to them together

on the other end of the spectrum, if you were a bimbo he would teasingly make fun of your naivety and stupidity (only him, we all know what happens if someone else made fun of you, especially if they were passerbys in the town)

he would stare at you with a soft smile on his face as he admired you getting ready (brushing your hair, putting on makeup, brushing teeth etc).

he is traditional and old-fashioned, he expects you to take on housewife duties while he works kills

as often he’s portrayed as “constantly grumpy and cruel” (which isn’t much of a shocker) i think that he has a soft side (possibly the softest of the sinclair brothers), although he has an extremely strong exterior (he’s also the definition of toxic masculinity, thanks trudy) so it is very difficult to see the softer side of him

he loves cats and you can’t tell me otherwise (ex. if you asked him for a pet cat he would say something like “there’s enough things to take of ‘n this house ‘nd you want a damn cat?” but he would return from work luring victims with a small kitten (probably a ragdoll or a york chocolate) and a small grin on his face)

he’s HEAVY on pet names, such as darlin’, baby, sweetheart, etc.

[slasherfckr]

Imagine Brahms with a really short/petite partner

😍 Omg Yesss

Being so short and petite makes it SOO much easier for Brahms to just come out of nowhere and pick you right up when you haven't been giving him enough attention throughout the day. *I know people usually HC Brahms as an extremely horny man (I mean, I do too ngl) but I also KNOW this man is as needy for emotional affection as he is for physical intimate affection.*

He'll carry you right to his room just to lay you down and cuddle right up you. He doesn't mean being the big spoon as it means he can have his hands all over you. He'll also use being taller/bigger than you to his advantage and just kinda lay slightly on you so you can't escape his cuddles easily.

He's either resting his head right above yours or has his face right behind your head so you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He'll also whisper random sweet, little words for affection to you into your ear. He knows just how much you love this and uses this to his advantage

[tinyowlet]

regressor!jason voorhees moodboard ~☆

[slxsherbunny]

Shelter from the Storm (Brahms Heelshire x GN reader)

Anon: Can we get some fluffy cuddles with wall boy, Brahms? Where he just craves cuddling time? 💞💞 (It's nice to see a new face btw! So far I really enjoy your writing :D Can't wait to see more of your work!!)

(Re-post from my older, defunct blog!)

When you return to the house, the windows are all dark, save for one. When you’d left in the morning, you had made sure the lights were all off, one of your duties that remained from when you’d first started working for the Heelshires. You had gone into town in the morning to fetch some groceries, and run a few errands, though your speed was admittedly hampered by the weather. The rain was heavy, thick droplets that seemed to chill you to the bone, your umbrella the last line of defense from the torrential downpour. It was rare these days that you would leave, though when you did, you felt a looming sense of guilt about it- you understood why Brahms might not want to tag along on your errands, but it made you feel awful leaving him behind at home. 

You shake off the thoughts and the rain, and unlock the front door quietly, slipping inside. You wonder if Brahms had seen you pull into the driveway, if he’d been watching all morning for your return. Your suspicions are confirmed when you turn to hang up your jacket, and Brahms is there. You greet him softly, part of you worried he’ll be angry you were gone so long. He waits all of ten seconds for you to take your muddied boots and drenched jacket off, before he’s got you in an embrace. His arms are tight around you, and you can’t help but notice how warm he is, especially compared to the storm outside. You find yourself melting into his embrace, a little desperate for the extra heat. “Did you miss me?” you tease, though the way he squeezes you slightly harder, a little warning, tells you he isn’t in a joking mood. In an instant, he has you by the wrist, leading you deeper into the house. You find yourself cursing the sudden loss of warmth pressed against you; but you follow, as you imagine there isn’t much of a choice.

You find yourself in one of the house's many sitting rooms, the fireplace already alive and crackling. You look around the room for a brief moment, and find that the window to the outside provides a perfect view of the long stretch of driveway. You feel that small pang of guilt again- how long had he been sitting here, waiting for you to come home? Before you can get too caught up in your worry, Brahms is pulling you down, onto the plush sofa, and into his lap. You go without hesitation, his arms snaking around you, and your torso pressed against his. He’s so warm, you can’t help but worm as close to him as possible, which you’re sure is what he wants. A crash of thunder sounds from outside, and his grip on you tightens, just short of crushing. It dawns on you then, that your absence may not have been the only thing troubling him today. He holds you like that for a moment, before seemingly growing restless. He moves you, his weight shifting on top of you, and for the briefest of moments you’re reminded of a heated blanket. He curls up on top of you like that, a bit too tall and wide to find comfortably with another person on the couch, and your hands find their way to his hair, stroking softly. He hums contentedly, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of your clothes. He holds you, as if worried that you’ll disappear if he lets go. Eventually, he slots his arms around your waist, and you suspect you aren’t going anywhere soon. Not that you mind; these moments of genuine affection could be rare with Brahms, and usually led to him wanting more than just cuddling. If you had to ride out the storm like this, in his arms, then that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

[rzyraffek]

Heyyy you probs already know who this is but could u pls do slashers reacting to their s/o (who is an age regressor) asking them to be their caregiver :3!!

Ty ur amazing🙏🙏🙏 - ur Agere follower 💗🙏

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT😭 school gives me no free time! Anyways here's your request!

(Caregivers are basically people who take care of age regressing person (in this context) )

Info: they/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers being s/o's caregivers

Jason Voorhees

Dude already acts like you're a baby, so he wouldn't mind doing it more often

When s/o asked him about being their caregiver dude kinda didn't expect that? You trust him to take care of you? THE Jason Voorhees?? Yay💖

He enjoys taking care of s/o whether they are age regressing or no

He doesnt even need to know what is age regression and how it works. Jason just vibes

Will absolutely spoil them btw

9/10 sweet guy

Micheal Myers

👍

Dude doesn't care

He is a bully and probably thinks that "You are already acting like a crybaby🥱 so whats the diffrence"

Tbh he always vibed more with kids than adults cuz they often judge him for all the 'killing innocent people' ugh. So he doest really mind s/o age regressing

The cons are that he is acting like old grandad who has no clue how to child

The pros are that he will throw hands if somone is rude (tbh they dont even need to be rude towards s/o they just have to look at them for too long)

He sometimes doodles with s/o! You guys have similar artystyles😭

4/10 evil

Brahms Heelshire

Funfact! I refuse to belive that name Brahms fucking exists, tf is that name, it doesn't sound like an acuall name but some made up shit

Dude is kinda worried that he will do something dumb while s/o is regressing. Like what if he sets kitchen on fire or something😭

Makes all schedule for little s/o😊 when there's nap time, when to eat, ect. Cuz he would get so lost without the plan

Picks s/o up like sack of potatos

6/10 pookie tried

Billy Lenz

👁👁

BRO GETS MORE ALONG WITH S/O WHILE THEY ARE REGRESSING HELP😭😭😭

Dude is simple minded, and childish and

Yeah he sucks at taking care of s/o, like how could he know that little humans need to be taken care off???? Like??? Why would he give them food? Dude bearly knows how to boil water

Exept all 'taking care of s/o' thingy he is a good at keeping company! He shares snacks and watches cartoons with s/o!

Sometimes he likes to pretend that he's a rat and he bites their legs during nap/sleep time (he doenst care if they are regressing or nah he just does that)

2/10 will hiss

Vincent Sinclair

Has siblings, hes knows how to child

Makes nice food and will spoon feed s/o if necessary

Very good at reading emotions so if s/o isn't very talkative... dude knows what's up

Infodumps them about pokemon games and lets s/o play on his old Nintendo DS

10/10 knows how to child

Bo Sinclair

Definitely dad vibes

Picks you up and goes 'ew a child' and after few days hes like 'if something happens to them I'm going to kill everyone in this room then myself'

Tbh he kinda lets himself be silly around little s/o cuz they won't judge or tease him for it

Dude absolutely picks them up and play-fights alot btw

6/10 b(r)o

All x reader tags are purley to reach bigger audience!! I used 's/o' cuz thats what anon wanted🥱

[spinning-stars]

What I think slashers will bake you as a surprise🍰:

Bo Sinclair- he said "Just risk the salmonella and eat the cookie, I quit baking"

Vincent Sinclair- He loves to bake especially for you💖

Lester Sinclair- He tried his best

Stu Macher- There is no explanation.

Billy Loomis- said it looked like Stu

Original Michael Myers- Badussy.

Rob zombie Michael Myers- he wanted to make a cat

Bubba Sawyer- He said it reminds him of you bc "You're both cute and technically editable"

Thomas Hewitt- Mama May had to help him a bit. (He still thinks you deserve better cookies)

Billy Lenz- he said "Christras COCKie"

Authors note- A short little post for today! Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3

And for my Vincent Sinclair fans who love baking, a new shirt fic!-

[littlespace-imagines]

Agere Bots Masterlist

I have *two* accounts for bots Yanderemenmaker and FictionalNursery, I’m keeping with my usual of keeping little and regular writings/bots separate.

All my agere bots on Yanderemenmaker will be brought over to FictionalNursery.

Creepypasta

Jane Richardson being an obsessive cg

Jeff catching you regressing

Eyeless Jack observes your regression

Cozy night with Jeff treating you like a baby

Call of Duty

You make Konig feel weak

Keegan comforts you after hostage rescue

Ghost wants to take care of you

Monsters/creatures

Little fairy friend who wants to play

Kind orc handyman babies you after fixing your broken window

Vampire working night shift questions your candy consumption

Local Minotaur also sells little gear in the dl

Little witch friend takes you on a magical journey

Curious drider wanting to design you the cutest clothes

Kind Aracne woman who owns a little nursery

Yandere

Stalker who desperately wants to be your CG

The gangster that bought you to take care of you

Slashers

[sykosomatic]

Male reader x Billy or Stu thing where reader is a fan of horror video games and novels instead of movies?

yes!! this is so up my alley…. i’m gonna do both of the boys <3 pretty short, sfw, no warnings! hope you like it, anon!!

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stu (and billy, by extension of being right next to the two of you when the invitation was given) had invited you over to his house one weekend; he wanted to hang out with you again after seeing how you’d reacted to him being so enamored with horror movies. usually the others at school thought the pair were weird, strange and off-putting. but you knew the feeling, so you’d hit it off with them immediately.

and you had a surprise for them! you’d just bought what promised to be a really cool game; a horror point-and-click about a slasher killing a babysitter. heavily based on the halloween movies, you figured, but without the copyright. and it was in 8-bit, with the absolute coolest soundtrack.

when you got to stu’s house (with billy of course at your side, eyes leaving you so so briefly every few moments), you slid the disk into his parents’ computer, watching it boot up. you, in the desk chair, and the boys at each of your sides. you caught them with wide eyes, enamored, eager to see the next big thing that happened.

“oh! right there, knife her, man!” stu cheered, watching as you clicked the corresponding arrow; the two of them whooping and hollering when the player character slashed the babysitter up, splashing pixelated blood across the screen.

“can i go next?” billy asked with a broad, mischievous grin as your victory message popped up on the screen. he and stu shared a look you couldn’t really figure out, but that seemed harmless enough.

“oh, and then me, dude!” stu chortled, grinning ear to ear, leaning in closer to you. their eyes were bright like a child on christmas morning, eager to see how many bloody scenes they could play out.

you each unlocked new scenes throughout the night, and by sunrise, you’d beat the whole game.

“man…. this is way better than psycho…” you heard stu yawn as day broke into the window behind the three of you.

excited by the prospect of expanding the boys’ horizons, you went over to your overnight bag, pulling out two more things. books; horror novels, which you loved so dearly. though the boys weren’t really known for their activity with literature. “if you like that game, i think you’d really like these—…” you offered up, the boys turning to look at you as a final congratulatory cutscene finished playing on the screen.

they shared a look. “alright.. but only if you read them to us,” stu confirmed. you had a feeling you’d be in for a few more all-nighters at this rate. and you were so excited for the prospect.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Caregiver Stu Macher an Billy Loomis!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[myers-meadow]

Michael Myers x reader: Sunday roast

Title: Sunday roast

Summary: Michael had expectations of the world, what it would be like when he was free again - but the reality was a little less bright. One evening his hunger drives him closer to a warm house, drives him to you.

Warnings: can be read for any version of Michael. Deals with his thoughts and situation after his escape. Sfw. Not that shippy but perhaps that will come later :)) Happy early Halloween!!

Wordcount: 934

Link to my masterlist

Divider by @/firefly-graphics

A month. That’s how long had passed since he escaped the sanatorium. He thought being out would change him, but it hadn’t. His mind was as busy and annoying as ever – and his dreams were worse. His old childhood home was still home, but it had little of the comforts it used to have. Food didn’t magically appear in the cabinets, no one concerned themselves with him in there, the only thing it held was a filthy mattress and mice in the walls. He liked the mice, though, they weren’t the problem.

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And so the days filled themselves. Stealing food, seeking shelter, trying anything to get to a stable mental space. It lasted him a week, during which it rained those bone chilling October rains. He went out, hood over his head, mask on, knife in the pocket of his stained coveralls. Few houses still had the lights on at this hour. The rain was a light drizzle, but the biting wind made it cold. There was a smell in the air, beside that of wet pavement, something warm and familiar. Food. It came from a house with the lights on in the kitchen. Michael came closer to the house, closer than he normally dared at this stage of his hunt, close enough to hear the clatter of the spatula as you dropped it on the counter. The oven beeped, a waft of heat made you recoil, before hands in oven mitts carried the tray to the table. Roast potatoes… How long had it been since he had those? His mouth watered. A twitch in his hand made him realise his hunger out won his bloodlust, at least tonight. And those potatoes are best when they’re still hot.

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You didn’t notice him when he slipped in the house, nor the kitchen. He rapped his knuckles against the wood, and you turned around startled. You jumped as you saw him, his white rubber mask, spatula still in hand, onions sizzling away in the pan. Before you could act or speak, he pointed to the tray of roast potatoes on the table in between the two of you.

Eyebrows knitting together in either confusion or fear. “Food? You are hungry?”

Instead of an answer, Michael shoved a chair back and sat down. He watched as the thoughts crossed your face, from alarm to confusion to a final resolute decision.

“That’s quite a familiar mask,” you said, as you reached for a plate from the cabinet and put it in front of the stranger. The spatula too, Michael took it from your hand impatiently and helped himself to a generous serving.

“It must’ve been tough, finally getting out and then this cursed rain never stops,” you say, mindless, as you turn your back to him to grab a second spatula from the drawer and stir the onions. Then halted your movements, and got a fork and let it clatter down on the table, for Michael to grab and use.

Even the smell of burnt onions were a delight. He rolled up the bottom of his mask to allow himself to eat, peeking to ensure you weren’t looking. When you turned around at the second scrape of the fork on the plate, you quickly averted your eyes. Breathed deep, hands gripping the counter, before you resolutely gripped the pan handle and carried it to the table. Without asking, you scooped a good amount of mushrooms, onions and carrots in gravy on Michael’s plate.

Not knowing what else to do, you sat down, dejected, across from him and ate small bites. As he watched you like a hawk, it truly seemed you weren’t reaching for to phone on the wall by the kitchen window, or to do anything shady with the knife that’s still on the cutting board. He devoured the first serving, determined to get as much food in, before things would inevitably go south. A second serving; smaller but still sizable. He was a large, famished man. His hunger was satiated by then, but the homely taste of potatoes in butter and onion gravy made it difficult to stop himself from enjoying a little more.

When he shoved the plate away from him and stood up, it was as if the world returned into razor sharp focus. You hadn’t eaten nearly as much as him, too nervous, but were wide eyed with innocence beyond those nerves. Following his movements, you too stood, but immediately pulled open the fridge.

“Dessert?”

He breathed out, this was truly like a feast. His birthdays, he’d remember his momma with the same tone, asking if he wanted pudding, or candy when they’d watch a movie on tv that went on until later than his bedtime. He nodded, flexing his hand, trying to ground himself. What was this feeling? Good food. That was all. Good food nourished him, satisfied him. And now there’s dessert.

There was just one case of pudding, and you stuck two spoons into the large cup. It was a family portion, no doubt. You ate with him then, although he was quicker, and was the one to finish it all.

“Sweet tooth?” you asked, eyebrow raised, after the spoon clattered against his plate. He leant back, smoothing over his coveralls. You stood and gathered all the dishes to wash, a process during which he slipped out as unnoticed as he came. A mercy unlike any before. Sighing and taking survey of the amount of dishes to be done, you called out from over your shoulder, jokingly: “The cook is relieved of dish duty?” only to be met with silence.

[slashv1xen]

pov: ur comforting bo sinclair after he’s being emotional

gn!reader x bo sinclair - hurt/comfort + fluff

a/n note: this is just a self indulgent post, hope you enjoy! (TW: implications of childhood abuse, slight swearing)

you had just finished washing the dishes when you heard faint sobbing coming from upstairs. ‘who could that be?’

you walked up the stairs and opened a bedroom door. inside, was bo crying his eyes out (but as quietly as possible), a scattered pile of photos of him and his family as kids and scrunched up balls of tissues. as soon as the door opened his head whipped around to the door, his eyes red and watery.

the both of you made eye contact, both of your mouths slightly agape. bo immediately turned red and sniffled, avoiding your gaze and rubbing his tears aggressively.

“oh bo…” you say softly, walking to him and sitting on the bed next to him. he looked down, clearly embarrassed. you sighed, and cupped his face with one hand. “bo, you don’t need to hide your emotions from me, it doesn’t make you any less of a man. i want you to feel safe with me, and i want to you to know that you can always talk to me, okay?”

he looked up at you, his lip quivering as he obviously tried to hide his crying. " 'm not cryin', it's the damn dust in this room," he said as strongly as possible, however his voice broke in the middle of his sentence.

you looked down at the photos and held one, looking at the picture of a 10yo bo holding a fishing pole and a large grin on his face, the scars on his wrists appearing fresh.

"you crying over your upbringing? look bo, i know you've had a shit upbringing and i am so sorry, but whenever you feel this way please come to me, i'll never let anything like that happen to you again, alright?" you set the photo down on the bed, and your eyes met with bo's, who's eyes were wide open.

his eyes began welling up with tears again, but he looked away from you, gripping the sheet under him so tight his knuckles turned white.

"oh bo..." you whispered. you gently got up from the bed and sat on his lap (much to his surprise), and you cupped his face with your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. "what, what 're you doin'?"

"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. i'm not here to force anything out of you, just let me hold you."

this sent him over, he couldn't contain his feelings like he usually does after you said this. he looked down and started quietly sobbing, and you pulled his head into your chest. you felt your shirt getting wet and his hands gripping onto your shirt so tight you were surprised it didn't rip. you wrapped your arms around his head, running one hand through his hair and the other scratching his back lightly.

"shh, i'm here bo, let it all out.." you cooed, kissing him every so often on the crown of his head. like clockwork, he started crying harder, his quiet wails getting louder.

this went on for some time, until he stopped (after around 20min). he looked up at you, with red eyes and damp cheeks.

“i love you so much, you know that right? i am-” you begin to say, when bo pushed his lips to yours, kissing you softly, never wanting this moment to end.

[bunnelbaby]

🔪✨ Slasher Caregiver flag (please reblog if you save)! ✨🔪

[sp00kylittlebat]

thinkin about my fav horror movie characters as age regressors <3 I personally headcanon Jason as a baby regressor (0-3) and Michael as a toddler/young kid regressor (4-9) but gets tinier when he's sleepy 😴🖤

[rzyraffek]

Could you please do headcanons Slashers (like Michael, Brahms, Billy, The Sinclair brothers) as caregivers for their S/O who is an age regressor

Or headcanons for those Slashers when they find out their s/o is an age regressor?

Okay I acually went and educated myself on this topic for you my dear anon🥰🌼

if your uncomfortable with topic of age regression pls dont read that😭

So basically as far as I understand age regression means that somone acts like child due to some traumatic event??? And like they act childlike and participate in child typical activies (such as drawing with crayons, speaking like a toddler, drinking from bottles ect) if i make headcanon that don't make any sense im sorry! I have no experience with this topic! ALSO this is pure platonic! Age regression isn't a kink or a fetish!!

Slashers with age regressor y/n

Brahms Heelshire

Tbh y/n acting childish kinda woke up his inner child, CUZ HE LITTERALY GOT LOCKED IN WALLS IN AGE OF LIKE 10 so he kinda missed out on some fun stuff

100% plays hide and seek! Or tag! My man loves some good round of hide and seek, this place is huge! *insert british accent* "oh you little scallop... if I find you I will tickle you so hard..."

Question: age regression is like temporary or like forever thing? Like regressor acts like that when they are in bad metal state or just always? Bcs if always then it might be hard with Brahms, see he kinda.... has mommy's issues has huge need to be taken care of, probably similar to y/n's, he kinda wants a person who will just pamper him and make him feel like he's the single child yknow? All the attention on him? Yknow what i mean??

If y/n draws him something nice, dude will put it on a fridge with a magnet and be proud

If thats like temporary thing, he acaully will ask a lot of questions: how should he act? Do you remember anything? How does it work? Can he get some cuddles? Do you still love him while regressing? (Ofc you do, but he doest understand)

Billy Lenz

You guys vibe

Dude won't see any difrence😭

Yay one more reason to watch cartoons together! (His favorite ponny is rarity and fluttershy)

If y/n babytalks and uses toddler-like vocabulary... dude will mimic it😭 he just thinks that will help with communication😭 its not like you guys struggle with it or anything, Billy is just build like that

Yall draw together, his artstyle already looks like toddler drew it (not in cute way)

Plays dolls with y/n (but he acually makes it interesting! Like he makes it all dramatic and the tea is just jawdropping)

Also don't bother explaining what is age regression, just say "sometimes I act like kid to cope"😭

Micheal Myers

Judges

But kinda likes it, not in weird way! He enjoys taking care of y/n, but he has his own ways of doing so

He won't play with them or let them cuddle him too much

But he accepts little drawings and stickers that y/n gives him

He is still stalking them, making sure noone tries to bully them or anything

He is very protective, for example if y/n cuts their finger while making food, dude is all over them: Oh no no dont cry! Uhhh.... uhhh oh! See a pretty bandage? With puppies! Pls dont cry...

On rare days he is acually around (phicially i mean, cuz hes always around just not interacting with y/n) and it happens for him to be in good mood too, he will let y/n nap on him or put some stickers on his outfit- he never takes them of btw, the only reason that stickers wash of is the field he 'works' in? Yknow a lot of mud blood and water. He also holds y/n hand if they are spooked

And he fucking loves fluttershy and applejack

Steals some cute shirts and socks for them!

Sinclair Bros

Bo is the least understanding, tbh he will lisen to y/n only if they have very good relationship

Vince is just 👍

And Lester is acually very open to the idea

Drawing and playing dolls with Vincent

Going on cool drives with Lester

And napping with Bo

Whole fridge is covered in drawings and cute magnets

All Vincent's notebooks and Lester truck covered in stickers

Even Bo gun didnt escape the sticker apocalypse

Vince made special wax figurines for y/n

Lester calls them "kiddo" 😭😭

Bo puts his hand on their head and rubs it till their hair goes all puffy

They all act like older brothers who have to take care of younger siblings while perents are away😭😭

Vince acually vents to regressing y/n and they are just like: "man I just wanna pet the dog"

Bonus round! Added few more!!

Bubba Sawyer

Bestie vibes

Yall just spend time playing with dolls and drawing together

Absolutely lets y/n nap on him

He totally combs their hair and puts them in nice bun (or if y/n has short hair he will just brush it)

He kinda sees age regression as lil break from reality? Like you two can just vibe and act they way you want to😊 he enjoys, cuz tbh he do be acting like child(not in bad way!) And his happy that you both can do all those child-like activities without being judged by other person

Bit y/n once

Asa Emory

Ew a child

I mean

Idk he gives me "the dad that never has time for u cuz he has too much work"

Like yep he will read y/n a bed time story and he will tell them all about bugs and nature. But hes busy most of time

OMG ABOUT BED TIME STORIES Asa will read you one but he is so exhausted that he acually falls asleep first

He trusts them and knows that even whilr regressing they wont do anything dumb, but he still bans them from his 'workroom' theres... well some photos and drawings of victims and i doubt y/n wants to see it

Lets them sit on his lap while he reads newspaper like middle-aged man he is

Gives lil head kisses before sleep

Bug themed plushies and figures

Makes y/n watch animal planet and bbc nature with him

When he's out for longer periods of time he will buy them McDonald's as an apology

Welp

Done. I hope it makes sense! I never witnessed anyone age regress so idk how relatable it is!! I used x reader tags only to reach bigger audience

[spinning-stars]

Do y'all ever think that Lester and Bo ever take Vincent's mask and draw angry eyebrows and a mustache on it with sharpie.

Like there in the kitchen after doing it and Vincent comes around the corner looking like Wario:

Also The mini slasher smut fic part 2 is either coming out late tonight or tomorrow!!!