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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Yeah I love being treated like a Harlet but soft Bo keeps me alive. Like your telling me this man wouldn't bask in his lover's warmth and smell every second of the day? ARE YOU BLIND?

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small-sinclair · 10 months

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Rings and Keeps

@fluffy-little-demon and @sketchy-rosewitch, I give you, your husband—

Bo Sinclair x reader

“Are you sure you haven’t seen him in the shop?”

“Sorry, y/n,” Lester said over the phone. “Haven’t seen Bo all day. Promise.”

You sighed tiredly and said, “Okay, Les. Call back if you hear from him.” You hung up and looked nervously at the front door again. It’s not like your fiancé to up and leave Ambrose without telling anyone, let alone, not tell you. So, why’d he left? What made him up and leave?

Is he getting milk and cigarettes like my dad did? You thought jokingly to yourself, but that didn’t help you at all.

Still, dinner had to be finished and put away. You didn’t want to eat without him, and you felt too nervous with him gone. So, you started pacing to keep your mind off things. Back and forth in the house you tried to keep your thoughts on something else. Baseball. Football. Weather. Vincent. Lester and his raccoon army (don’t tell the twins). Bo’s ass— but noting. You flopped down on the couch and hugged a throw pillow as you looked at the door.

Maybe he doesn’t love me? Maybe he up and left to figure out the best way to kill me?

“No, don’t think about that,” you told yourself in a whisper. “Bo’s fine. He might be getting something.”

When 10:30 struck on the clock, Bo’s truck lights lit up the front of the living room, but you were already asleep, cuddling Bo’s sweatshirt, when he walked in the house. He bit his lower lip nervously as his eyes found you sleeping on the sofa. Quietly, he took off his jacket and hung his hat next to a picture him and you, where he’s hugging you from behind and your laughing in the summer’s glow. Vincent took this gem and had it framed next to his hook on purpose, but Bo’s not one for complaining. It just reminds him what his aching arms are for when he comes home to you, to his beloved.

He kneels in front of you and kisses you gently to wake you up. “Sweetheart,” he drawled tiredly. “‘M home.”

He watched your sleepy eyes flutter open as he thumbed your cheek. “Bo? Where have you been?” Your voice is so soft and tired it reminds him of a kitten.

“Was gettin’ somethin’,” he hummed.

“What?”

“Gimme your right hand.”

You do as your told and showed him your hand. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a little black box. Your eyes brighten as he slipped on a simple silver ring with a small white diamond in the center. “It ain’t much,” he started, “but I thought ya need somethin’ better than ‘at paper ring.”

“Bo,” you sigh, getting a better look at it. “You didn’t—“

“Hush,” he said. “I wanna do something right for ya. So, I, well…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I sold the ‘86 Dodge.”

“But,” you sat up and held his cheeks. He rested into your touch and closed his eyes. “But that’s your baby!”

He shrugs. “I know, y/n, I know, but,” he kissed your palm, “I wanna to do something good for you. Somethin’ right.” He leaned back and took your hands. “I wanna to give ya somethin’ better than Mama’s ring. Shit,” he eyes shines as he looks up to meet your eyes, “when I saw ya looking at that ring the other day, I knew I had to get it for ya because…” his voice trails as his head fell. “I’m afraid to lose you. I have so much blood on my hands, so how? How can you even stand me? Let alone, love me?” You’ve never heard him talk like this before, and this side of trust was so valuable that you felt like he was glass waiting to shatter. “Just wanted to do something right for once.”

Your shoulders fell, and you pulled Bo into your chest, rubbing his back. “That’s why you’ve been nervous lately,” you sighed. “Beauregard, I love you no matter how bloody your hands get.” You curled your fingers through his hair. “And I love this ring because you got it for me.” You lifted his head and kisses his lips. “You never have to worry about me not loving you. I’ll always love you.”

Bo smiles and lays a kiss on your neck. “Even if I lose control?”

“Even if you lose control,” you reassured. Then your face turned serious. “But, promise me one thing?”

“Anything, y/n.”

You looked at him dead in the eye and said, “Don’t sell the T-Bird? I love that car.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Promise, darlin’. I’m keeping that like I’m keeping you.” He placed a passionate kiss on your lips, rocking into you. “Now, on t’bed, sugar,” his voice rumbled like thunder in his chest, “been missing you all day.” He pulls you up and carries you bridal style. “Lemme make up for leavin’ ya alone like that.”

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kerokreature · 1 year

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Some Sinclair Headcannons because I have brain rot

These are Sinclair Brothers and Reader who cooks for them a lot

Enjoy

Bo

Absolutely lost his shit when he found out you know how to cook and cook well because of his little domestic fantasy

Begs you too cook for him and the family like. “Please Darlin’ can you make another pot roast.” “Please sweetheart can you just fix me something and bring it down into town?”

He’s a southern boy, which means you will absolutely absolutely be making him shit like okra? But especially since this Louisiana he’s going to lose it when you make things like Jambalaya, Crayfish, Étouffée etc

If you bake on top of it he’s gonna lose his shit.

Like I think he kinda subtly has a sweet tooth and especially likes snacks

So if you like bake cookies or something he can just munch on during the day? Game fucking over.

He’s going to be such a flirt when you’re cooking or baking

He’s going to be downright dirty bab out it

Regardless of gender he’s going to call his little house wife, emphasis on his.

He’s the most likely to gift you his mom’s old recipe cards

Lester

Coming in with the excited “Shit you can cook too!?”

Loves anything you make

Prepare to work with some road kill, boy straight up said it’s a waste of meat

But road venison is good as hell, you’re gonna be making deer steaks 10/10

He’ll be so gentle about his requests. “My possum do you think it’d be too much trouble to make some soup”

When you make it he’ll shower you in praise and gentle kisses, he’d be so excited, he would eat every bite

He’d be over excited if you ever packed him a lunch like

He’d just give you that big lop sided grin, turn those soft eyes on you and kiss your forehead. He’d be so so touched

He’s a good respectful southern boy so he wouldn’t go in your kitchen while you’re cooking.

If you also bake boy would he be excited, I picture him losing his mind for cakes especially

Like a rich chocolate cake that’s really spongy and some coffee?? Oh yeah that’s the life

Vincent

He would think it’s beautiful that you cook

He would love to watch you cook, he’d likely sketch you doing so

I feel like he’d bring you cookbooks and recipe cards

He’d be so delicate if you let him help, carefully handing you herbs and spices and watching the perfect mixture you’re creating

Even if you’re a chaotic ass cook (see: author) he’d think you’re perfect, that it’s even more of an art form that you can be so messy and make perfect food

He wouldn’t ever allow you to say something didn’t turn out right. You are not allowed to doubt your cooking, your art . He won’t have it.

He’d be gentle in shushing you, sighing at you that it’s perfect, and he’d make sure you saw him eat every last bite.

I don’t think he’d request things per se unless you asked him what he wanted and then he’d probably sign his response after some thought.

He’s shower you in affection over what you make him, and likely make you something as a gift in return

He doesn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as the other two but he’d still love if you bake

I think his favorite would be Beignets.

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mrs-heelshire · 1 year

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Are you awake ?

• Gender neutral reader • pure fluff • reviews and reblogs appreciated. •

° Bo Sinclair ° Vincent Sinclair ° Brahms Heelshire. °

Bo

After a long day spent arguing over everything and nothing with your boyfriend, Bo, you went to bed on your own. You were as mad at him as he was at you and even if you both knew that the next day, everything would already be forgotten, it was in your room that you went and not in his which was now your shared room. Bo didn't stop you, going to bed alone in his room.

Even if it was on your own that you decided to sleep in your own room, it was not that you managed to fall asleep. It was hot and yet the weather was humid, which could only mean one thing: a thunderstorm was approaching. Storms didn't necessarily scare you, but you didn't feel comfortable this time around. Finding no comfortable sleeping position, you end up getting out of bed with a long sigh. There was no way you could sleep alone tonight. It was like you were craving him.

Leaving your room, you took the direction of his, knocking on the door of it.

“Babe… are you awake?” You asked through the door. A door that opened almost right away.

“What is it, Darlin’?” He questioned you, immediately noticing that something was wrong, seeing that you were shivering.

“I… I’m sorry for today, my words were too harsh, and I was on your back all day… I shouldn’t have, and I have no excuses but… Can I sleep with you?” You mumbled as you nervously tweaked your fingers, looking down.

It wasn’t like you at all to apologize like that, and he knew it very well. That was why he instantly knew that something was wrong. Opening his door wider, he shifted to the side to let you in.

“Come here Darlin’.”

Walking in, you barely gave him time to close the door behind you before throwing himself into his arms to kiss him. As he hugged you with his arms, you could smell motor oil, cigarettes, and sweat emanating from his body, but you didn't care. He was everything you needed right now. All you wanted was him, and this was exactly what he was going to give you.

Vincent :

It wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend to stay the whole night in the basement, working on his art, but that night, it was different. It was a cold night of December, you had a hard time falling asleep from the coldness of this winter in Ambrose. You were shivering as you opened your eyes around 3 am in your shared bed, instantly making you groan as you saw the time it was. Only wearing thin pajamas, you wrapped yourself in a blanket before putting on a pair of socks to rush to hasten you to join the one you love in his basement. There was no way you could stay alone in that bed anymore, at the risk of turning you into a statue of ice before sunrise.

Knocking at the door before opening it, you slowly descended the stairs to join him. The warmth of the basement enveloped you the moment you opened the door, making you sigh in relief as you closed it behind you. That was exactly what you were looking for, a warm place to sleep with the man you love.

“Love…? Are you still awake ?”

Candles of all shapes and sizes were lit all over the vastness of this room, but you knew very well that didn't necessarily mean he was awake. Fortunately, he was. Working on a canvas, Vincent raised his head when he heard you approach him. Even if he had been immersed headlong into his work for long hours, he hadn't lost track of time. He knew very well what time it was, and that was what worried him about seeing you here. Tilting his head to the side, he was waiting for you to explain the reason for your presence here.

“It’s cold up here… Can I sleep here tonight? With you?” You softly asked, walking toward him.

A barely audible sigh of relief escaping his lips, Vincent obviously nodded at your request. How could he ever refuse you anything? Impossible, he loved you so much. Kissing his lips through the mask he wore over his face, you headed for the mattress that was there to drop into. Spreading out the blanket you had brought with you, you placed it on top of the one that was already on the mattress. Snuggling yourself well beneath those two blankets, a second sigh of well-being escaped your lips as your gaze rested on your boyfriend. You expected to be able to fall asleep watching him work, one of your cute sins, but to your surprise, he was putting everything away. And soon enough, he joined you under the covers, coming to curl up against your back. Taking off his mask, he put it on the stool that he used as a bedside table when he spent the night here. His arms around your waist, he pulled your back against his chest. After all, it was late, and you were here, there was no way he was going to keep working instead of spending the night with you. Especially since it was only in each other's arms that you could really warm each other up.

“Good night love.” You sweetly whispered as you snuggled closer to him before closing your eyes.

As a reply, he chastely kissed the back of your neck before closing his eyes in turn. It was more than time to rest, and this was definitely the best way.

Brahms :

It had been a long day, your boyfriend had been a real brat all day, making you struggle to do your daily chores. All he wanted was your attention and deep down you knew it, but you had no other than to scold him as you needed to do your chores. After all, with his behavior, he kind of deserved it that day. The punishment you gave him was the worst for him: Denying him access to your room that night. Maybe that would help him to think about what he has done.

Surprisingly, even if he complained a lot about it and tried to change your mind, he ended up doing as he was told. Now alone in your own room, sleeping in your large bed, you woke up in the middle of the night after a nightmare. Your past life wasn't full of joy, and it was still giving you nightmares from time to time. Jumping out of your bed, you were shivering, not only from the coldness of the night. Why did you have to face a nightmare that night? The only one who was always able to console you, reassure you, it was him, the man you sent to his room earlier that day.

Screw his behavior that day, you needed him. Still shivering, rubbing your arms, you headed towards his room, wearing nothing but a thin pajama that wasn’t helping much to keep you warm. You knew almost every hidden place and passages in this huge mansion, your boyfriend trusted you enough to show you almost everything here. It was now your home as well, after all.

Stopping right in front of the door of his secret room, you knocked.

“Baby… Are you still awake?”

Even if your voice was small, the door instantly flew open as soon as you called him by his favorite pet name. Brahms sleep always had been light, and he obviously heard you as soon as you got off of bed. A bit startled, you slightly jumped, looking up at his masked face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in his child voice, worry about you.

His head tilting as you threw yourself in his arms, he was quick to catch up. Strong arms wrapping around you, he held you tightly as he pulled you inside. Closing the door behind the both of you, he led you towards the bed. Usually when he did that, it was to lust one over the other, but this time, it wasn’t. This time, he was going to be there for you, just like you are always for him.

“I had a nightmare…” You softly mumbled against his hairy chest.

“I’m here, you’re not alone, my love.” This time, he spoke with his own voice as he made you lay on top of him.

You didn't want to talk about it, and he respected that. He wasn't going to force you to talk. Instead of talking, you simply closed your eyes, cradled by the one you love. It was in his strong arms that you felt the safest, and it didn't take you long to fall back asleep. Brahms held you the whole night, staying awake just to keep an eye on you. Don’t expect him to let you do any of your chores either the next day, but unlike today, it would be because he wants you to have some well-deserved rest.

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adalwolfgang · 11 months

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He would do this to you.

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, and Fluff!

Word Count: 1,461

Summary: Lester and Vincent hate seeing you and Bo mad at each other, so they help fix your relationship.

Bold Italics are flashbacks from argument.

A/N: I didn’t want this to be so long, but it happens. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want too. Hope You Enjoy!

You sat all alone in the dark in the basement. This was really the only quiet place you could get to when living with the Sinclair Family.

After a huge argument with your boyfriend, Bo, you just needed that quiet and alone time. The argument was something stupid honestly. It all started when a victim came along.

The guy was stubborn and not trusting Lester, so you had to step up. You had to flirt with them in order to earn their trust, but Bo did not like that at all. And he made sure that you knew.

The moment you came through the door, Bo was in your face, yelling at you. He was saying how you were flirting with the guy and how you were twirling your hair in your finger while looking up at him with doe eyes.

Bo hated it. He hated the fact of you flirting with another man. He didn't even want to think of you with anyone else, but him. In the argument you said that he was possessive and that's when it led to name calling.

"Well maybe if you weren't flirting with men like a whore, I wouldn't be so possessive!"

Thoughts come through your mind as you rethink about that night. It's been 4 days and you can't sleep, you can't eat, without knowing what was said.

"Oh I'm a whore? Well if you don't like whores then don’t date me!"

"Fine, I won't. We're done! I don't need you!"

Those 3 words crushed you deeply. Although Bo is rude, you would've never thought he would say something like that. When you first met him, you thought you could change him.

You thought you could make him see light and you did, but doing that means you see other parts of him. Parts that he wished you never saw.

The family watched as they saw the shift in Bo's attitude. The way he would cuss Lester out for laughing too loud, or when Vincent would be upstairs because he wanted to give you your time down there. Little things would piss him off.

He was so tense, it was like every time he walked into a room, tension would rise. No one has ever seen him act this way before. You have never left the basement since that night.

The only people who would come and check up on you were Vincent and Lester. Lester would try to cheer you up, but nothing worked. Vincent on the other hand didn't know what to do.

Never in a million years did the both of them think Bo would get a girlfriend. Especially someone like you.

"Come on, Y/n. You need to eat. It's been 4 days!" Lester said beside you, pushing a plate of food near you. You didn't even look at it. With a huffed of defeat, he got up and walked upstairs to Vincent.

"She won't budge. Didn't even look at me." Vincent only shook his head. They both sat there trying to think of a plan. "Oh! I have an idea!" Lester's loud yelling made Vincent listen closely.

"So, you blindfold Y/n and try to convince her to come with you. If that works I should get Bo to come with me and we meet them up on a blind date. And this will all be in the basement so we'll lock it so they can't escape."

Vincent thought about it for a moment and nodded his head. It wasn't gonna be that bad. The only bad thing was trying to talk to Bo. "Okay, but before we do it, I gotta go get flowers." Lester took off outside with car keys in hand, before driving off to the nearest store. This was gonna be good.

Lester fixed the positioning of the flower on the table. "Alright, bring Y/n in and I'll try to get Bo." Vincent walked out and guided you to the table while Lester went to Bo's room.

He took a deep breath before knocking. "What!" Lester jumped at Bo's booming voice. "I need help with something, can you come out?" Lester could hear the grumbling of Bo from behind the door. "Why don't you ask Vincent for help?"

You could hear the slight annoyance in his voice. "Because he's too busy dealing with the mess you made of Y/n, so come out here and help me!" Bo's footsteps were loud as he made his way to the door. It swung open with so much force. "What is it-"

Before Bo could even finish his sentence, Lester launched at him, pulling the blindfold over his eyes. "What the-Lester- What are you doing?!" Lester fought for his life trying to get the blindfold over his eyes. After almost being thrown it was finally on.

"Stay still!" Lester had Bo in a headlock, on the ground. Finally after a while Bo stopped. "There you go. You can listen!" Bo only mumbled something under his mouth. "Listen, you're gonna follow me unless you wanna fall down the stairs."

Stairs? Why would there be stairs? Bo didn't ask any questions, the curiosity coming to him. Luckily, with no trouble, Lester was able to bring him downstairs and sit him at the table.

Lester did a silent countdown at Vincent before ripping the blindfolds off you both. "Surprise!" You and Bo instantly locked eyes. It was awkward and you hated it. "Lester what the-" Lester and Vincent ran up the stairs. "You two will have dinner like a couple. Until then, y'all will not be let out!" With that being said the door closed.

Bo was first to get up and try to open the door. "That motherfucker locked me in." You heard him grunt under his breath. The fact that he wanted to get out and not talk to you hurts. "Bo, sit down." Bo turned around and stared at you.

You sounded so broken, voice hoarse, and raspy from no eating or drinking anything for so long. Bo walked back to the chair and sat down. You picked at the food on your plate.

The silence in the room was awkward as the only thing heard was the forks hitting the plates. You couldn't take it anymore. "What's happening with us?" Bo didn't look at you. "What do you mean?" You only sighed, dropping the fork down. "All these non stop arguments. It's like we can't be a couple for more than 5 hours until another argument is starting up."

Bo stayed silent, knowing that you were right. If there was one thing about Bo it's that he always thinks he is right. "I just want to know where we're going with this relationship. If you really don't want me than say that because I can't keep going on like this."

Bo finally made eye contact with you and that's when you saw it. He looked so drained and tired. Dark eye bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes from either crying or drinking, face dirty, and he was wearing the same clothes from that night. He wasn't doing so good either.

"Y/n, I haven’t slept in 4 days, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t even taken off my clothes, I can’t be without you.” The way he spoke was something you haven’t heard before. He spoke with so much emotion.

“I can’t live without you.” Even though you wanted to believe him, you couldn’t because what happens when you guys get into another argument? “How do I know you're telling the truth? You were living just fine before you met me.”

Bo was going insane at how stubborn you were acting, but at the same time, he acted the same way. “Look at me Y/n! Look at me and tell me I’m lying! Compare me to how I was before we argued!” All the points he made were sticking out.

You rubbed your hands over your face. “Okay, alright. I believe you.” For the first time in days, a smile rose in Bo’s face. He was somewhat happy that y’all’s relationship was getting together. “Just tell me one thing Bo.” Bo waited for you to continue, ready to agree to anything.

“Tell me you’re gonna change. Tell me you’re gonna stop acting so possessive and controlling and you're gonna treat me like a woman and not a child who keeps me in this house all day.” Bo gripped his pants till his fingertips turned white.

He really didn’t want to say it, but he was realizing what he needed to do. He stood up and walked to your side, helping you up before pulling you in a hug.

“I’m gonna change. I’ll change for you if that means it will save this relationship.”

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Matching Christmas Pajamas With The Sinclairs

mentioned: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair

a/n: thank you so much anon for this request. this was so much fun to write! :) and i'm sorry it's so late, i've had really bad writer's block lately aha

Bo Sinclair

Bo would be having none of it.

When you first propose the idea, he doesn't even hesitate before telling you no.

But after arguing with him about it for a while, he finally agrees to it, but only if you give him something in return.

You're not allowed to pick out anything too cheesy though, so you end up settling for some red, snowflake patterned pajamas.

Bo lasts probably about an hour before he's changing his shirt to a plain black t-shirt. He keeps the pajama pants on though, which is something you suppose.

Vincent Sinclair

He would be unsure about the idea at first, worried that Bo would tease him about it.

But after seeing how much it means to you, he would eventually agree to it.

He's never had any Christmas traditions, considering what his family were like, so he's excited to start this one with you.

Although he doesn't fully understand how wearing matching reindeer pajamas is supposed to be fun.

He tends to work on his sculptures sometimes at night though so the pajamas will eventually become slightly covered in wax.

Lester Sinclair

He loves the idea.

And he's not as much of a grinch as Bo, so when you present matching elf pajamas to him, he's ecstatic.

He insists on wearing them every night.

He's also happy to finally be able to be involved in a Christmas tradition, considering his parents barely paid him any attention as a child.

He tells you all the time how cool he thinks you both look because he's genuinely happy to be matching with you.

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fluffy-little-demon · 10 months

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Birthday Love

Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Fluffy birthday thingy I wrote for myself with a bit of implied smut at the end I love this gif 💕

The sun coming through the curtains, filling the room woke you up. In an attempt to ignore it you turned to go back to sleep only to find you were alone in bed. You let out a small grumpy noise but decide to get out of bed anyway. With half closed eyes you grab your husband's t shirt off the floor and make your way downstairs.

Once you were downstairs and in the kitchen, you see Bo standing over the stove in nothing but boxers. You were more awake now, Bo saw you before you had the chance to speak.

"Yer supposed to be in bed baby doll" wagging the spatula at you.

You went to wrap your arms around him from behind nuzzling your face into his back a little. "I'm sorry bunny, the bed felt empty without you. I could go back upstairs if you want."

"It's alright darlin, we can just eat down here. Go sit down baby." With a kiss on the head you go sit on the couch. You didn't turn the tv on like you normally did, instead you turned to watch your favourite cooking show.

Couple minutes later Bo came over with a tray holding a cup of tea, a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, waffles and a card.

"Thank you baby, this looks delicious."

"After you've eaten I can give you one of your presents."

"Oh you mean that thing you do with your tongue." Raising a eyebrow

"You know it baby" winks and smirks in a playful way.

You kiss the tip of his nose "Sounds like a plan"

"Happy birthday darlin" Bo says as he pulls you in for a very passionate kiss.

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ahmnom · 11 months

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Bo Sinclair with scars. Sideways for realism but I also wanted to see him with vertical scars

Also Older bo 🤤

Under the cut is the image it was based on! 🩸 warning

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slasherfan29 · 6 months

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Birthday Tears (Teen!Bo x Birthday!Reader)

Part 2 (Bo and Reader are 18 YO)

A/N: This isn't actually needed but I wanted to make a second part to it. Part 3 coming later.

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff

Summary: It's the morning after readers birthday

Part 1

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You woke up to a heavy weight on top of you. You realized that Bo ended up laying on top of you in his sleep. Bo slowly woke up as you run your fingers through his soft, brunette hair. He looked at you and smiled, putting his head back on your shoulder. "Good morning darlin" he said sleepily. "Good morning sweetheart" you replied.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes longer before you had to get up. Bo whined as you gently pushed him off you. You try to get up but he was quick to grab you.

"Bo I gotta get up." You say firmly. "Fine" he pouts, letting you go. You leave the room and find Bo quickly walking behind you. You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge revealing an uneaten cupcake. You grab it and find another one for Bo. You hand it to him. "Here. Cupcake for breakfast."

When you finished you both waked to the table covered in presents and cards. Bo grabbed the present he got you and handed you it. You slowly opened it.

"You like it?" "Bo i- I love it! Thank you so much baby!" "You're welcome". You hugged him tightly. "I love you Y/N always remember that." Bo whispered. "I will and the same goes for you". "Deal".

It was a necklace with both your initials and both of your guys' birthstones.

"Soon," Bo thought to himself, "I'm gonna marry her".

And with that you both knew you were ment for each other.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher #slasher boyfriend #slasher x reader #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair x reader

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙 🧚🏻‍♀️💋

Michael myers, Jason voorhees, & Bo sinclair with chubby!fem!reader who is a fairy.

༊ Authors Note : yes i come up with another fairy hcs 'gain.. i'm really running out of ideas right now, help me out, please!

༊ Warnings : pet names, murder/killing, michael myers tryna throw his knife at you, and maybe some misspelled words. Poc Friendly Reader.

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ gifs are not mine.

𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ Enjoy My Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،

𔓘 Michael myers

• the first he saw you, he tryna throw his knife at your direction, but you manage to avoid the attack.

• he first think of you as a pretty weird person. or.. creatures perhaps.

• but everytime he sees you or notice your appereance, he can feel his heart fluttering and he swear he really actually feel giddy about it.

• but dont spill it though, or he'll slit your throat alive /j

• but yea he loves you and your curves and those stretch marks are also a plus-plus. but since he doesnt talk, he just show it with how much he want to spend his time with you.

• if anyone dare to say such a bad things to you? then i suppose you have to prepare yourself because you're just about to witness a brutal death.

𔓘 Jason voorhees

• first meet he think he was dreaming..

• like this is not real, you're not real.. why? because you're a fairy! a non-existent creature.. you shouldnt be exist..

• but as times goes by where he would see you literally almost everywhere in the woods, he manage to make sure of himself that you are indeed a one true creatures.

• everytime he look at you, even if it was just an accidental look or just a coincidence, he can feel his inner child being giddy.

• you can also notice from outside of his mask everytime you stare at him, and he stared back at you where you would notice the softness that was brighten up in his eyes.

• and eventually you both are gonna become more and more trust at each other.

• until the points where he would touch the soft palm of your hand, and you touching the harsh palm of his hands.

• and where you both can shake other hands with no such fear, only trust and where it softness sparks.

𔓘 Bo sinclair

• first he met you, his reaction was just like jason, but this time, he didnt think it was a dream. he just think that.. he was high!

• he calls himself lucky but also a schizophrenic at the same time for having the opportunity to see and have you.

• he calls you a pet name, in which this was kinda funny to me, but he usually calls you "thicker bell" [ 💀 ]

• like seriously bro, he just called you out like "hey come get your ass here thicker bell."

• but besides that, he actually adores you so much lmao, but dont ever point it out at him. he's a major tsundere dude (although he would never admit that too lol)

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Slashers as memes for my pinterest part 1

Big thanks to @totally-not-noodles for basically all the inspiration for this. You are a gift to the slasher community.

#slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #bo sinclair x male reader #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader #house of wax 2005 #slasher memes

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Never Leave

Dad!Bo x preg!fem reader

Tw: nightmare, blood, death

“Say you’ll never leave me?” Bo whispers, resting your head on his shoulder. Blood drips from your chest like a waterfall even when he tries to to stop it with his hands. He’s choking back tears as he rocks back and forth. “Say it, y/n. Just say it.”

“I’ll nev-never leave y-you,” you stuttered, trying so hard to breath, to stay awake. “I-I won’t leave.”

“Stay with me? Love me?”

You brought a shaky hand to his cheek, and he holds it there, kissing the palm. His eyes shimmer as tears fall like an open dam. “Y/n? Don-don’t leave me. Don’t leave’ me alone.”

You tried to keep your eyes open, but it’s too heavy and too much all at once. You look up and smile to yourself. The stars are out tonight. You love stars.

“Bo,” you breathed. “Stars… the stars are out…”

He watched a tear leave your eyes as the light blew out like a candle.

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Bo wakes up screaming your name. Sweat covered his forehead as his head snapped over to your spot in bed.

You weren’t there.

“No,” he breathed, his breath shaky and scared. “No. Y/n?” He got out of bed in a flash. “Y/n!” It’s a dream, it has to be!

Bo flew down the steps and rounded the corner towards the kitchen. He lets out a tired sigh when he sees you with a pint of ice cream on the counter and a spoon in your mouth. You looked back at him like a deer in the head lights before eating your ice cream again.

“Baby,” he stammers as he enter the room. He starts to cry when he hugs you tightly. He squeezed his eyes shut as he liters you with quick kisses. “Darlin’, don’t leave lik’ ‘at again.”

You stood confused but you hug him. You rubbed his back and let him cry in your shoulder. “Where’s this coming from?” You asked. “Nightmare?”

He doesn’t say anything as he sobs in your shoulder. He thought he lost you. He thought you and Dallas were gone for good. He can’t lose you… he can’t. “Don’t leave me. Never leave.” He let’s up and rested his head against your forehead. “Never leave.”

You run his fingers through his curls and nod. “I won’t, honeycomb,” you kissed his lips. “I promise.” You look back at the counter then at him. “Baby wants ice cream.”

“Yeah?” He tries to center himself, and you can see he’s really trying.

Then an idea hits.

“I know what’ll cheer you up. Wanna feel something cool?” You take his hands and lower them to your stomach. He looked at you confused then eyes lit up as he felt a little kick. He looked down then back up, mouth a gap. The nightmare that he had soon became a memory as he felt another kick. He laughs nervously and happily, sad tears turning into joy.

“Our-our boy?” He asked in disbelief. “He’s kickin’?”

“And wants ice cream,” you added, nodding at the carton behind him. “He woke me up and brought me to the freezer. I think he wants that.”

He grabs the ice cream and hands it to you. You started wolfing it down, humming in content. You look back up at him, smile, and rested your head on his shoulder. He swings an arm around you before kissing your head.

“Besides,” you started, “the boy needs you. I need you. Jasmine needs you— why would I leave a perfectly good man that loves me?” Your hand held his cheek, and he held it there, kissing the palm. “I love you, Beauregard.”

He leans into you touch. The nightmare tuck behind his brain and never came back. He has love for you. Only you. “I love you more, y/n.”

And what a promise that makes him whole.

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bitterpotionn · 6 months

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Okay pookie. I’m absolutely beaming with adoration for these Johnny pregnancy and fatherhood posts. However, I also saw you wanted to start writing for Bo. I would like to combine these idea because I believe Bo would step up and be a better dad than Johnny. I think he was raised to have a bit more respect for women ( despite his basement d: ) but I’d like to see what you think!

First, thank you so much for all the support on the Johnny content it means the world. Second, I do think it's long overdue for some Bo content.

Bo compared to Johnny would be a lot better of a father. As we all know, Bo had a pretty bad childhood and I think he would want to break the cycle of abuse. At least for his kid.

Bo isn't the perfect guy, obviously, I do think he still has his violent tendencies but it's never directed toward your daughter.

Unlike Johnny, Bo wouldn't be intimidated by spending time with her. He would always make sure he was present and around when he could be.

Bo would have still his bad moments with you but he made sure his daughter wasn’t around.

Bo wouldn't necessarily settle down, he would still kill but he would keep it far away from her.

Like you said, despite his basement, Bo was raised with traditional Southern values. So he is much more of a family man when need be.

You getting pregnant was most likely an accident. Bo wouldn't really want kids at first. You ending up pregnant was just the push he needed to actually consider it. I do think Bo might try to get you pregnant to further tie you down, just like Johnny, but he would be more prepared for the actual parenting side.

The house was quiet. It was nearing 9pm and you hadn't seen Bo for most of the day. He was a man who liked to stick to a schedule, he was normally up early and went off to do work around the town. You didn't mind, it kept him busy.

He'd stop by for lunch sometimes and eat with you. Though, most of the time he was too busy to. You never knew what he got up to around the town, you assumed it was a lot of work maintaining a ghost town. You spent most of your days cleaning, reading and taking care of your daughter.

At this point, you'd been in Ambrose for well over three years. You were just an unlucky person to stumble upon the wax town and Bo liked you enough to keep you around. Not too long after your arrival, you fell pregnant. You never knew if it was intentional or not. You didn't bother to ask him. At first, you were devasted, you couldn't imagine raising a child in a town like this, with the man who essentially kidnaped you. However, once she was here, you couldn't be happier. She brought life into this desolate town.

She was only around two years old. Your mind constantly wondered about her future. What about school? Or a social life? Or- no. You couldn't think about it too much without it making you sick. You took it day by day, that's how you got through this long.

You sat down next to your daughter at her mini-drawing table. It was an old plastic yellow square table that Bo brought home one day. With matching red, blue, green and purple chairs. Of course, you couldn't sit comfortably in the tiny chairs so you opted to sit next to her while she sat in the blue chair, her favorite color.

She quietly scribbled on a coloring book page. Crayons, markers and colored pencils were laid out in front of her. You were coloring a page too. She was a quiet kid, she was easy. Her personality mirrored more like Vincent's than Bo's. You were thankful for the small favors, the last thing you wanted was to deal with a hyper kid in a quiet town like this.

You heard the familiar roar of Bo's truck as he neared the house. You couldn't help but feel excited. Over these last years, you've come to really cherish him. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him and you were angry he took you away from your life but now he's all you wanted. You didn't know if it was just the result of his years-long manipulation or some form of stockholm syndrome. Either way, you didn't care.

Bo's loud steps came up the stairs of the house, you heard him fumble with the front door before it creaked open. Bo stepped in and gave you a smile. He looked tired.

Your daughter turned toward the door and let out a small squeal as she ran toward him, barreling right into him with a loud thud as she wrapped her arms around his legs. He let out a warm chuckle as he scooped her up into his arms. "There's my sweet girl," his southern drawl cut through his words like a knife. He kicked the door closed and approached you as you stood up from your seated position on the floor.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss before turning his attention to the table. "Were you drawin' today?" he asked her picking up one of her scribbled masterpieces. She only responded with a giggle as she smiled brightly at him. Despite everything, Bo was kind to her, he was good. One of your biggest fears was how he would be as a father and honestly he shocked you. He was patient (more patient than he ever was with you) and he was eager to spend time with her.

He never missed anything she did, you recalled a time when she was just beginning to walk and you called down to the gas station to tell Bo. He was at the house in a matter of minutes, cheering her on as she stumbled through her first steps.

You never knew much about Bo's childhood but from what you have gathered, it wasn't ideal. You knew that Bo didn't want to continue the cycle. You were thankful for that.

"Y'all are up late," he said glancing over at you. "I didn't want her to go to bed without her daddy tucking her in," you responded, wrapping an arm around Bo as you leaned against his shoulder. "Ah, sorry bout' that, been real busy lately," He kissed your cheek before heading up to her room.

Bo creaked open the door to the small bedroom they had set up her their daughter. Most of the stuff was either stolen or second-hand. You did your best to make it cozy and you were quite proud of your work. Bo leaned down and placed her in her bed. He kneeled beside her and kissed her head, smiling. She was quick to fall asleep with the comfort of her father near.

Bo quietly inched to the door, grabbing your hand as you both walked out of the room. Once the door was closed Bo grinned widely and turned to you. "Missed ya today, doll," his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into the bedroom.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair fluff #slasher x reader #bitterpotionnheadcanons #bo sinclair x you #house of wax 2005

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mrs-heelshire · 2 years

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SLASHERS REACTING TO THEIR S/O CRYING BECAUSE THEY COULD FIT INTO THEIR SHIRT.

• gender neutral s/o • pure fluff • body positivity • reviews appreciated •

The Sinclair twins, Jason Voorhees, Micheal Myers, Bubba and Thomas Hewitt.

Bo :

To be honest, it was his fault your shirt ended up covered with beer, his own beer. Lending you one of his own tee-shirt in order to make it up to you, he was far from expecting to see tears rushing down your cheeks as you putted it on. Silently scared, you'll have to explain to him why fitting in your boyfriend clothes make you cry because he doesn't get it. He isn't good with words, but he'll make it up, he'll be there for you. Expect him to hide your clothes just to see you in his some more.

Vincent :

Spending the whole afternoon with him in the basement, you wouldn't even notice it was his sweaters and not yours that you just put on at the end of the day. Surprised it would fit, it would take you a minute to catch the information. The man may wasn't able to talk, but he's going to show you love in other ways. Wiping your tears away with his thumbs, he'll reassure you sweetly. Don't be ashamed of your own body in front of him, he loves all of your curves, no matter if you find them disgraceful or disgusting, he loves them.

Jason :

It was only September, and it felt so cold in the cabin at night. Worried that you'll catch a cold, Jason would lend you one of his sweaters to sleep in until he finds you nicer clothes. Don't even try, he won't take no for an answer. Yet, as soon as he saw you cry, he would panic. Don't you worry, his mother raised him more than well, explain to him why you're crying, and he would spend the next 24 hours reassuring you. Believe me, this man know what to say to make you feel better.

Micheal :

You wouldn't even get the time to even think of getting a sweater or even to notice the weather went down that he's already handing you one of his. Firstly, Micheal always keep an eye on you, and he always takes a good care of you. It was also his guilty pleasure to see you in his clothes, so that's why he isn't handing you one of your own sweaters, but one of his. Reluctant, scared it would be too tight for you, you just have to look into his eyes to know he wouldn't take no for an answer. Remaining silent even when you started crying when the joy of finally being able to fit in boyfriend clothes, he would yet pull you in a surprisingly warm embrace. No matter what your body type is, he loves you.

Bubba :

Just like Jason, the poor man would be so scared when you started crying the first time he lends you one of his clothes. You weren't with the family for long, and it was the first winter you spent with them. Having nothing warm to wear, he wouldn't hesitate to rush through his room to fetch you one of his sweaters. Reluctant at first, you couldn't say no to this adorable man. Silent for a moment when you noticed it actually fitted, tears rushed down your cheeks, and he would rush towards you. Please reassure him ! He is definitely going to reassure you as well.

Thomas :

It was a chill night in Texas when Thomas knocked at your door in the middle of the night. You weren't with the family for long, and it was the first winter you spent with them. Having nothing warm to wear, the thin sheets in your bed definitely weren't enough to keep you warm. Worried about you, he would bring you some extra blankets and a hand-sewn sweater by Mama Mae. It was his, and you knew it, you already saw him wearing it. Scared it would be too tight for you, you yet couldn't bring yourself to not accept it, worried you might hurt his feelings. Putting it on, joy tears would rush down your cheeks. It was the first time you were able to wear your boyfriend's clothes without tearing them or feeling too tight in them. Just like with Bubba, please explain the whole situation to him, he's definitely going to understand. Expect him to learn how to sew with his mom just to make you both some sweaters you could share. Now, you'll both be sharing your clothes, and he couldn't be more happy about it.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #slashers x reader #bo sinclair fluff #vincent sinclair fluff #jason voorhees fluff #micheal myers fluff #bubba fluff #thomas hewitt fluff #slashers fluff

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