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munsonslove · 2 years

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Open Drawers

(18+ only)

summary: You forget to close the drawer to your nightstand and your best friend accidentally finds your vibrator.

wordcount: 4.3k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, slight softdom!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, use of sex toys, praise kink (good girl), very slight degradation (he calls you a slut once), pet names (sweetheart, princess), spit used as lubricant, edging, overstim, no use of y/n

a/n: i teased this fic a while ago, sorry it took me a bit to actually post it but i hope you like it anyway!! requests are open and much appreciated, if i know someones actively waiting for me to write something for them i’ll be more likely to not spend a whole ass month on it lmao

It’s been weeks of torture. Ever since Eddie found out about your ‘little secret’ he’s refused to let it go, bringing it up as often as he can just to humiliate you further. It was cruel behavior, especially from the man you consider your best friend. Though you can’t be too surprised, considering he’d always had an affection for teasing you. In the past it had always been rather playful and innocent- maybe just ever so slightly suggestive- but you were generally able to ignore his flirtatious comments and retain your close relationship (no matter how much they made your pining heart flutter). It had been almost a month since everything changed.

Nobody was home when you returned from your shift, and inspecting the refrigerator revealed a note left to you from your roommates stating that they would be gone for the rest of the night. The news was passed along through phone call to your best friend before you even changed out of your work clothes, and within the hour Eddie had arrived at your door with a six-pack of beer and a relaxed grin. He entered without knocking (having been given a spare key from the day you moved in) and found you sprawled out on the couch, movie just starting with a large bowl of popcorn already made. You don’t even bother sparing him a glance up as he kisses the crown of your head before plopping down directly on top of you.

You try and fail to kick him off. Admittedly you may have been able to muster more strength for the task if you hadn’t been laughing at his typical antics. Failure becomes even more set in stone when his hands find their way to your sides and you dramatically call out “uncle, uncle!” in hopes that he will mercifully cease his relentless tickling. Thankfully, he does seem to be feeling benevolent this evening and climbs off, allowing you to sit up as he takes his place next to you. After ripping a can from its plastic rings, you pop open the tab and take a sip while Eddie grabs fistfulls of popcorn and shoves them into his mouth with a total lack of manners. You conclude that something is definitely wrong with you for finding this somehow endearing, and you gaze at him longingly until he turns to you with a mock-disgruntled eye roll.

“John Hughes?”, he complains, mouth still half full, “Can’t we watch something else?”

You smirk at his predictability. “I knew we wouldn’t make it past the opening scene,” you respond while tsk-ing at him and shaking your head. “I rented a couple of cheesy looking b-movies just yesterday. You know, slasher flicks that for sure spent all their budget on fake blood?”

He smiles big and jumps up off of the sofa. “Aw, my favorite! You do love me!” he exclaims with sarcastic sentiment, “You remember to stash the tapes somewhere your thief roommates couldn’t find?”

“First of all, stop calling my friends thieves. That was one time,” you say while slapping lightly at his leg from your lowered position, “And second, yeah. They’re next to my bed.”

He nods and heads to your bedroom, not wasting time to ask permission seeing as after so many years you both had developed a ‘me casa es su casa’ type of unspoken agreement. After a few more sips of your beer and picking at a partially popped kernel, you notice that Eddie is taking an unusual amount of time retrieving the tapes. You were sure that you had left them on your nightstand, you even remember seeing them while in bed this morning as you were reaching over to-

Oh. Fuck.

The can drops from your hand and falls to the floor, spilling light amber liquid onto the hardwood. Rushing into your room, you see Eddie standing in front of the drawer you had forgone closing while leaving earlier, looking down into it with a clear view of your 18th birthday present to yourself. He whips around, jaw dropped in shock. There’s an unreadable look in his eyes as he stares you down, and you realize that you have no idea what he’s thinking about. Probably all the new ammunition he now has to use against you during one of your future banter sessions.

You run forward, shoving him sideways onto the bed and slamming the drawer shut. He lands with a huff- his back on the mattress- before propping himself up onto his elbows, still looking at you with that confusing expression. His silence so far is honestly more nerve wracking than him ruthlessly making fun of you would have been.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize frantically. “I completely forgot I left this open, and I didn’t know we’d be hanging out tonight, and when I sent you in here I didn’t even think about it, and I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, and I-”

“Woah, princess,” he cuts off your rambling, using that nickname that he’s been using ever since the two of you met back in school. It usually brought a warmth to your cheeks, but given that you already felt sick to your stomach the sweet moniker was not appreciated. “It’s fine, I promise!”

“Fine?” you cry out, the sound muffled by your palms as your heated face is now buried behind your hands. You turn your body to face away from him, and he pushes back with his arms to sit up the rest of the way, then reaches forward to grip your elbow and spin you back around.

“Yeah, I swear! You didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything,” he consoles. “I was just surprised, is all. I just… wouldn’t have expected… you… to have that.” As he speaks the final word, he gestures to the freshly closed drawer containing your magic wand vibrator. The room falls quiet once more as he stares blankly at the offending table, seemingly lost in thought.

You shove his shoulder a little more harshly than you mean to, and he blinks back to consciousness and rubs where you met contact before re-meeting your eyes. “Don’t look at it like that!” you chastise, ignoring the fact that he technically wasn’t looking at ‘it’ like anything, seeing as it was now hidden out of sight. Your head falls into the cover of your hands yet again as you groan out, “Ugh! You probably think I’m some kind of slut now.”

“N-no!” he’s quick to deny, shaking his head. “Of course I don’t think that about you! I mean, come on, give me some credit. It’s the 80s,” he counters, with emphasis on the last word, “guys can be progressive now. I know girls masturbate too!”

“Please don’t say that word,” you reply, your hands still hiding your face but compromising by peeking out through your fingers.

“What?” he questions with a smirk, “Masturbate?”

“You’re completely impossible,” you state, giving in and dropping your arms to your side. You pick up the videos from your messy nightstand and turn on your heel to walk out the door, not even stopping as you shout out “Are you coming or what, Eds?”

Behind you, Eddie takes the opportunity of your back being turned to adjust himself in his pants and prays that he manages to keep it down throughout the duration of movie night.

That was almost an entire month ago. While Eddie took pity on you for the remainder of that night, the very next morning began his onslaught of mockery. Although, perhaps mockery wasn’t quite the right word, because you know all his jokes were meant to be lighthearted and fun. You know if you told him he was making you uncomfortable that he would stop in a heartbeat, so the real problem you’re facing is that you don’t want him to stop. Every time he shows up unannounced and slyly asks, “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” with that knowing gleam in his eyes, you’re not sure if you want to scold him for his teasing or jump his bones. Him speaking so candidly about something that’s always been so private should be embarrassing- and it is- but it would be dishonest to say the butterflies in your stomach are only there because of your modesty. Truth be told, he was turning you on every time he hinted at the fact that he knows all about your favorite form of self care.

Not only were the teasing comments nonstop, there were also the questions. Eddie was relentlessly curious about the process (which confounded you considering you thought the situation was pretty straightforward) and he never seemed to run out of things he wanted to ask you.

“How long have you had it?”, “How many settings are there?”, “How often do you use it?”, “Do you need it to get off?”, “What do you think about when you use it?” (definitely couldn’t answer that one honestly), and finally, “How exactly do you use it?”

According to him, he wanted to know the ‘right way’ to use one on a girl for future reference. One day, the frustration of constantly having to dodge his incessant questions became too much, and without thinking you blurted out, “If you’re so curious about how to use it, why don’t I just teach you?” Understandably, your outburst shocked the both of you. What shocked you more was when Eddie quickly recovered and excitedly agreed.

That was how you found yourself spread out on your bed with your best friend on his knees in between your thighs. Your most private area is only covered by your hands, and your discarded panties are tucked in Eddie’s back jeans pocket.

“How am I supposed to do this if you’re hiding, princess?” he asks, observing the toy and turning it over in his hands, “Don’t be shy. It’s just me.”

That was the problem. It was him, your friend that you’ve been harboring a secret crush on for years. Now you’re in a position with him that you’ve fantasized about so many times, and you don’t know what it means for the future of your relationship. Above you, Eddie fiddles with the two buttons, figuring out the mechanics of what they do. He discovers the bottom button turns it on while the top changes the speed. There are three settings, and after cycling through them all it starts back at the beginning, only turning off by pressing the bottom button once more. When he’s done figuring out how the toy works, he powers it on to the lowest setting and looks at you expectantly, eyes flitting between your hands and face. You turn your head to the side, take one final deep breath and move your arms to your stomach, revealing yourself to him.

The air is cold on your exposed center. Other than your shaky exhaling and the humming of the vibrator, it’s quiet. You realize with embarrassment that Eddie has stopped breathing, and when you steal a glance back at him he’s staring at your bare center with an unreadable expression. You instinctively hide your face in your hands, and your thighs involuntarily twitch to close. Of course, they can’t fully shut with Eddie sitting in between them, but the movement does stir the boy from his trance. He pries your hands away from your face and you’re forced to confront his inspecting of you.

He kisses a wet peck to the tip of your nose like he’s done so many times before, and just like always your entire face scrunches up with a smile. With eyes now closed, you start to feel giddy and you can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. You half expect Eddie to start laughing with you, but no sound comes from your friend. Suddenly- and without warning- he presses the vibrator directly to your clit. Your eyes snap open, rolling back in both shock and pleasure as a humiliatingly high pitched squeal escapes out of your slack-jawed mouth.

“Such a pretty sound from such a pretty girl,” Eddie says, barely loud enough to hear considering the buzzing raised in volume due to being pushed up against something. It’s almost like he was more absentmindedly commenting to himself rather than purposefully complimenting you.

You’re only capable of responding with moans as your legs fold into your torso and your toes start to curl. It’s still set to the lowest vibration option, but your aforementioned nerves and arousal were making you much more sensitive than you would otherwise be while using the toy alone. Eddie’s empty hand moves to stroke your inner thigh, before inching toward your center slowly. He seems to be asking permission to touch you himself, and the fact that he still thinks to wait for consent while literally sitting in between your legs after taking off your underwear almost has you laughing again. Instead, you simply nod your head. Eddie’s fingers immediately spread your lips further, allowing the head of the vibrator to be able to hit your clit more directly. The buzzing becomes higher in pitch as he goes up one setting, and the sensation becomes too much to handle.

“Sorry,” he whispers when you whine and start to squirm away, “I’ll be nice.”

After positioning yourself back into place, you mumble out, “Sensitive…” as an explanation. Your voice is surprisingly weak.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, though you doubt he actually feels regretful, “I know.”

The sound of clicking reaches your ears as Eddie toggles the toy back to the first setting. His thumb briefly brushes over your clit, causing you to shiver and gasp, and he breathes out a quiet laugh before pressing the vibrator against you once more- this time more gently. The vibrations are more bearable this way, and you feel the pleasure slowly start to rise and rise until you become a moaning puddle beneath the metalhead. Just as you’re crying out his name- a warning that you're about to cum- he pulls away, cruelly laughing at your protesting.

“Eds, what the fuck?” you shout, frustratedly. “I was so close! Why the hell would you-”

“Calm down, princess,” he interrupts. “You know I’ll get you there. I just wanna have some fun along the way.”

And you do know. You trust him more than anyone else- you’d trust him with your life- but you also know that he’s a little shit. “Please, Eds. Please just get to it,” you beg.

He stares at the head of the toy for a moment before lifting it to his face. His tongue parts his lips, swollen and pink from him biting them, and your eyes widen as he slowly licks directly where the silicone was just touching you. He moans, and his eyes roll back into his head. The sight only drives you more wild, and your hips start rocking the bed as you wait for him to continue.

He starts to bite his lips again as he watches you grind against nothing, desperately searching for friction. “Maybe I was wrong before,” he says slowly with a teasing lilt, “maybe you are a slut.” He had a look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

Your entire body raises in temperature. “Eddie…” you whine, surprised by how much his rudeness is affecting you. “Please…”

“So fucking wet, dripping all over your sheets,” he continues distractedly, paying no mind to your pleading as he caressed up and down your slit, collecting your juices. When he pulls away, you notice the lights of your bedroom reflecting off the glistening moisture on his fingers, and you resist the urge to hide again. “Such a pretty pussy. The prettiest. She’s not used to being treated so nicely, huh?”

As usual, his confidence blurs the line between incredibly sexy and incredibly annoying. His words are making your insides flutter, and probably worsening the ‘dripping all over your sheets’ problem. Still, you can’t help but feel your frustration grow. “Please, Eds, make me cum. Please make me cum,” you beg some more as you scoot down the bed. Your thighs no longer have the room to be laying on either side of him. Instead, they are now resting atop his own thighs, with your pelvises almost meeting making contact.

“So desperate for your best friend to make you cum. Are you always this wet, princess?” As he asks this, the vibrator meets your center again. He rubs it back and forth vertically in quick motions, and you groan in relief.

You answer by shaking your head no. It definitely wasn’t always like this. In fact, it was never like this. The toy slid so effortlessly between your puffy lips, massaging your sensitive nub directly and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Aw,” he cooed, “so it’s just for me?”

As embarrassed as you feel, you figure there’s no use in denying it now. “J- just for you.”

That familiar feeling of climax starts to creep up on you once more, and once more you cry out in annoyance when Eddie eases up the pressure before pulling off entirely.

“No!” you sob, “Eddie please, I need it so bad.”

“You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to cum,” he says, though the dominance in his tone is betrayed by the lust in his eyes. “I just want to play with you for a little longer. You’ll be a good girl, right?”

You suspect that he won’t start up again until you agree, so you do so without a second thought. “I’ll be your good girl,” you promise, “I’ll be good.”

He smiles wide at you before spreading your lips apart and leaning down to spit directly in between them, not that you needed the extra lubrication. Feeling his saliva make contact sent shockwaves through your body, and your back arched just in time for him to harshly press the vibrator back to your clit and start rubbing it in fast circles. This time, the orgasm doesn’t so much creep up on you as it does jump out in front of you, and you’re about to give in until you hear Eddie’s voice behind the haze.

“Hold it,” he orders. “You said you would be good, so be a good little slut and hold it.”

Your head is already thrown back, and you squeeze your eyes shut in concentration. Every fiber of your being is focused on not cumming, wanting to do as Eddie wishes so you can please him. Noticing your efforts, he lifts the toy off of your aching clit and allows you to catch your breath. With your newfound relief from the strain of resisting climax, you notice that Eddie’s free hand has left your waist, and you look down to a glorious sight.

Eddie’s palming himself through his jeans. The image burns itself into your eyelids, so not even blinking becomes an escape from what you're witnessing your best friend do to himself (not that you’re complaining). You silently observe in awe as he attempts to shove his hand down his pants, and struggles on account of them being too tight. To remedy this, he unzips his jeans and slides them down just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. There’s a wet patch where his head was leaking precum, and a clear imprint of his impressively girthy shaft. Once the pants are out of his way you see his hand disappear inside of his underwear as he wraps it around his member and starts jerking harshly, not fully able to stroke up and down his length given the obstructive clothing.

The pure, unadulterated lust that’s consuming you is overpowering any shyness you previously felt. “Eddie,” you say his name, but he ignores you considering you’ve been a constant stream of “Eddie, Eddie, oh Eddie,” for the past ten minutes. “Eds,” you try again, “you can take it out.”

All movement inside his boxers halts. “Huh?” he exclaims with wide eyes, “A- are you sure? This was supposed to be about you.”

“I’m sure,” you confirm. And you lift up your t-shirt to reveal the white lacy bra underneath as you elaborate, “I want you to finish on me.”

His forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows shoot up in shock. With his wide eyed staring, it almost seems like he can’t believe what you’re saying. Drool pools in his open mouth before he composes himself with a head shake. Wordlessly, he sets the still vibrating toy down on the mattress and lifts your thighs off of him, before sitting up enough to pull down the sides of his boxers. His cock springs up the second his underwear is out of the way, and -without thinking about the consequences- you spit into your palm and reach out to tentatively wrap your fingers around him.

The strangled noise that leaves his mouth is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. He instinctively bucks his hips, but freezes, waiting for you to make the call. You start stroking him hard and fast, not bothering working up to a quicker speed when you were already so desperate for release and wanted him to cum with you. Eddie can apparently relate to said desperation, and hastily picks up the toy back up. Every muscle inside of you clenched as he started rubbing the tip against your clit in small circles. You strained to prolong this moment, knowing your eventual orgasm would be much more rewarding if you could see his face as he came all over your hand and stomach.

“God, sweetheart,” he groans, “So fucking good. So much better than my hand.”

The mental image of Eddie touching himself has you cursing out loud. “Really?” you ask, the pride getting to your head, making you feel light and floaty.

“You have no idea,” he responds. “Been fucking my fist nonstop since that movie night. Couldn’t help myself. All I could think about was you getting off, moaning my name.” You wonder if he knows just how real his fantasy was.

His free hand gently caresses the lacy undergarment covering your chest, his touch so light you barely register it. The uncertainty in his actions is clear, so in lieu of giving verbal consent you simply take his hand in your own and guide it to be fully on your breast.

“Can I pull this down, princess?” he practically begs, and you answer with a nod. He immediately tugs the breast cups downward, revealing your naked chest. Your soft, unmarked flesh is framed by the bunched up fabric of your shirt that’s been gathered at your clavicle, and the lacy material of your bra being held below by Eddie’s trembling hand. His hips are now moving in time with the rhythm of your strokes, and the rocking is causing your tits to bounce in a way that has his angry red tip spilling precum all over your hand as he attempts to hold off his release. The sight has you imagining what he would taste like, with you on your knees in the back of his van, and that thought has you hurtling toward the finish line at an embarrassing speed.

“Cum for me,” he orders. The second he gives you permission, you feel the damn break. As you're busy crying out in pleasure, you faintly hear Eddie in the background. “Good girl,” he grunts, “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You cum with his name on your lips. The intensity of this orgasm is unfamiliar, and you realize with bitterness that the edging you were forced to endure was truly worth the end result. With your mind elsewhere, your stroking halts and you hear the creaking of your bed as Eddie starts to violently thrust into your fist until he meets you in orgasmic bliss. Warmth falls on your naked torso and you look down to see that he’s angled his cock to be aiming at your stomach, fulfilling your earlier wish of him finishing on you. The sight of him using your hand to milk himself dry combined with the buzzing still pressed hard against your clit has you cumming harder than you ever have before. Your hand falls from Eddie as his high comes to an end, but he does nothing to pull away the toy and offer relief to your achingly sensitive core. Any attempt to wiggle your hips free from his hold seems to go unnoticed by his strength, and you have no choice but to take the unrelenting vibrations. The overstimulation has tears falling down the side of your face as your shoulders raise from the bed, the top of your scalp pushing into the mattress as your head is thrown back. Eventually, you are able to move away, and Eddie turns off the toy and chucks it off the bed before climbing on top of you and finally kissing you on the lips.

With both of you breathing heavily into the other’s open mouth, the kiss isn’t exactly how you always imagined your first kiss with your best friend to go, but it’s perfect nonetheless. Your hands find their way into his wild hair, while his tighten their grip on your waist. His tongue in your mouth just barely has the taste of you on it from him licking your toy earlier, and as his thigh brushes your middle small aftershocks rush through your body. You stay like this for a while, lazily making out and feeling each other’s bodies, until he breaks off of your mouth to kiss down your jaw, to your neck, then back up to the side of your face.

When he reaches just under your ear, his lips part from your heated skin to whisper, “So we’re doing that again, right?”

Grabbing a tuft of his hair, you guide him back to your mouth, and with your lips moving against him you answer, “Definitely,” before deepening the kiss. You’re still unsure of what this exactly means for your friendship, but that can be talked about another time.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut

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kisskiss-slashslash · 11 months

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Hey 🙂

Really enjoying your writings.

May I request the slashers - the usual suspects (Jason/Michael/Sinclairs/Thomas) and anyone else if you want, mistaking their fem s.o for being romantic with someone else (like the situation with this other person looks totally sketch and could be construed for something not so innocent but its absolutely innocent - s.o would never cheat).

How would the slashers initially react and how would they feel and go about the situation.

❤

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment

Slashers and mistaking their s/o for being romantic with someone else

Jason Voorhees

He sees you holding a male camper’s hand as you walk away from the camp, and finds his heart breaking. Is he not enough? And if he isn’t, why would *that one* be?

Jason follows the two of you quietly, trying to see where this is going. He does not want to believe that you would truly cheat on him. But you give that camper sultry looks, and every time you do, Jason’s heart breaks a little more.

Finally, you arrive at a small clearing, far away from the camp.

“Now come on, honey, let daddy have some sugar”, the guy says, making grabby hands in the general direction of your chest.

“Oh I’ll let you have *something*, alright”, you say with a grin and, in one fluid motion, pull the small knife from your pocket and bury the blade in his throat.

“Shhh, no screaming, we don’t want to alert the others now, do we?”, you coo in a faux-comforting tone while his yellow camp shirt slowly turns red.

Jason comes out from between the trees and looks at you, bewildered.

You give him an apologetic smile. “There you are, love. Did you see all of that? Sorry. But this one was so gross that I just had to kill him myself.”

Now Jason just feels silly for ever doubting you.

Vincent Sinclair

He finally leaves his workshop for the day and wants to spend the rest of it with you, only to find you on the couch, with Lester leaning on you. It definitely looks like you’re cuddling.

Vincent feels like someone pulled the rug from under him. If you were to ever leave him, he would expect it to maybe be for Bo, but for Lester?

You and Lester both look up, and now Vincent notices that his youngest brother looks, quite frankly, miserable.

“Lester isn’t feeling well”, you tell Vincent in a soft voice. “Bo just left to the next town over, to get some meds, and asked me to take care of him until then.”

Lester coughs heavily. “Sorry, Bro. Didn’t mean to hog your girl.”

With his jealously forgotten, his protective older sibling instincts kick in, and he quickly sits down on Lester’s other side, putting his hand on his forehead. The youngest Sinclair is definitely running a decently high fever.

“If you let him lean on you for a bit, I can get up and make him some tea”, you say, and Vincent immediately agrees.

Freddy Krueger

He does not like you cozying up to other people, and being stuck in your subconscious, unable to do anything unless you fall asleep, sure isn’t helping.

Why are you watching horror movies with this loser? Why are you laughing so much? There you are, even casually mentioning Freddy by name, that should be enough of an indicator that you are unavailable, so why is this idiot still here?!

Once you fall asleep, Freddy confronts you about it. “I’ve killed significant others for less petty reasons before, bitch.”

“Okay? Sorry that I was trying to help you, I guess.”

“Help me?”

“Uhm, yeah? Did you not hear me tell him about you? Take a wild guess who the guy is gonna be thinking about when he goes to sleep tonight, and how those thoughts are gonna make him feel.”

Freddy presses his lips together. “...Fine, I guess. But next time, find a way to tell people about me without whoring yourself out to them, got it?”

Brahms Heelshire

You are getting just a tad to friendly with the new grocery delivery guy, and Brahms does not like that. It gives him flashbacks to Greta. So he tries to keep your attention away from the guy as well as he can. He unplugs the phone every time he calls, he demands your full attention during the times the man would be there and just generally tries to keep your eyes where they should be.

Finally, you have enough.

“Brahms, what is going on?!”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the ground. “Do you love him?”

“Huh?”

“The delivery man. Do you love him?”

“Wha- Oh. Is this what this is about?” You sit down on Brahms’ bed and gesture for him to do the same.

“That man is my cousin”, you finally tell him. “Kinda distant though. I found out when I did one of those genetics tests you can order from the internet for fun.”

“So… You’re not gonna leave with him?”

“Hell no. I told him I got a great thing going here. But he’s also the only blood related family I have any real access to here, so I’m trying to maintain a good relationship with him.”

“Oh… okay, I think I understand.”

Bubba Sawyer

Subtle flirting is kind of part of business, especially when dealing with customers as a woman. You explained as much to Bubba when Drayton had the idea of you earning your keep by helping out with peddling his chili to people. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it. In the rare cases where he gets to watch from afar as you charm the customers into getting seconds, he finds himself irritatedly fiddling with his chainsaw.

One night, you come home, pull the hair net from your head and heavily sit down next to Bubba.

“What a day”, you grumble. “I swear, some of these people think they can treat me however they like just because they pay some chump change for Drayton’s chili.”

Now that catches Bubba’s attention. He looks at you, confused.

“What, you didn’t think that I *like* getting hit on by randos every day, did you?”, you say. “I want to tell them that I am married, but Drayton doesn’t want me to. Says they’re paying for the view and that feeling like they’re encroaching on another guy’s territory is going to scare them away.”

Now Bubba coos empathetically and begins rubbing small circles on your back, to help you relax. Now that he knows that you don’t like it, he feels a lot better about it.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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copperbadge · 4 months

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Supposedly, people with Anphantasia don't get scared reading scary stories, or at least not much. Is that true with you if you ever read Horror?

You know, I'd never thought about it, but I suppose it is. To an extent, anyway.

Follows a discussion of my relationship to horror prose and media; if you don't know what aphantasia is, as many people coming to this tumblr don't, I have a tag for it here that may help -- it's basically the lack of a "mind's eye", a visual imagination, so I hear/read things and don't see an image of them in my mind. If you are scoffing right now that nobody actually has a mind's eye, congratulations, you may also have aphantasia. The articles linked in the tag will be useful to you.

I have definitely been scared by prose before but it's very rare, and not much since I was a child, when the stories I found scary were preying on fears I already had. I loved the Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark books, and I think it's not unusual that I found the illustrations more frightening than the prose, but the only story that ever scared me was the one about the vampire who kept trying to grab a kid through a window -- because I had a window over my bed in my childhood bedroom and I was terrified I'd look up to see someone looking down at me through it. Likewise, as an adult, the only content in horror I find scary is what I think of as "mind horror" -- the loss of faculty or the loss of awareness of faculty (think the end scene of the novel Hannibal with the brain). Which is one of my biggest fears.

I don't read much horror because generally I get bored, which has in the past made me feel faintly appalled at myself, but which now makes more sense. Certainly I have no interest in slasher-style gore in prose, because I find it uninteresting and it goes on a really long time, while I don't watch it in movies/TV because the visual is upsetting -- so if I was getting the visual from the prose I might react more emotionally. I am a fan of Stephen King but mostly his early work where he was shorter on suspense, and I was reading it because I liked the ideas and the characters. Carrie is super interesting because of the personalities involved, not because of the violence or the horror aspects. But I've never seen a movie adaptation and I can imagine I would be deeply unsettled if not distraught by certain scenes if depicted visually. Although I didn't find the Hannibal TV series super upsetting (I mostly was put off by how bad I imagined Will smelled) so perhaps body horror just doesn't do it for me.

This may also explain my hard-no on zombie media, because I'm not scared at all of zombies, I just find them boring and gross, and that leaves the post-apocalyptic humans. My hard-no on post-apocalypse anything is an aversion to imagining the end of my world, though, which isn't visual, it's conceptual, and not scary, just upsetting.

Like, people kept suggesting Zombies Run! to me when I was taking up running and -- well, one, I needed the music to keep my pace, I didn't want it interrupted. But two, I didn't see why a bunch of random groaning noises would make me run faster. If you could see zombies chasing you in your head, yeah, that'd probably be more motivating.

It kind of explains too why I haven't written much horror. I used to be very curious about how people worked out what's "scary" in horror prose and I guess part of the curiosity came from not experiencing it myself. It's tough to know how to write a scary story when stories don't scare you.

To be clear, I definitely experience fear. Reading Stephen King's "It" didn't really scare me, but there were scary moments in the film adaptations. I startle at jumpscares. There's plenty of stuff in real life that I'm scared of. And even podcasts -- I don't get mental images during podcasts like apparently most people do, but Magnus Archives got me with the "digging into your pre-existing fears" thing once or twice, and while I didn't finish The Left Right Game (I just got bored) the hitchhiker scene definitely got me. But I think, unless it's playing on something conceptual that already existed, yeah, I don't find prose particularly frightening.

Huh. This feels like the kind of thing that could have a significant impact on my creative output if I could crowbar my way into it. Knowing that I as an aphantic don't need descriptions that other people do has already, I think, impacted my editing process, but this feels like it maybe would somehow have an effect on the whole thing -- the fact that I don't experience emotions when reading in the same way other people do because I don't get the visuals is something to meditate on.

How the fuck did I ever even become a writer. Like what's up with that.

(Ironically it was X-Files fanfic. X-Files, a show that very much did scare me, for which I wrote and read a lot of fanfic, none of which did...yikes. Well, that's something to meditate on for the weekend.)

#sam has adhd #an aphantasia fantasia

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cipheramnesia · 6 months

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The Millennium Bug (2013) is, for me, a brand new entry on my short list of "please stop telling people to watch Cabin In The Woods" movies. I have a long standing grudge over the degree to which CITW is lionized as a great tribute to horror, despite largely showing little to no understanding of the genre in general, nor much in the way of respect to its audience.

So you can imagine how amused I was when Millennium Bug kicked off by immediately front-loading multiple unique horror subgenres into the opening act. While CITW attempts to throw every single subgenre into the blender of the slasher/cabin tropes, giving itself the usual Whedon smug pat on its own back, Millenium Bug wears its clear subgenre stereotypes on its sleeves. Which is both for better and for worse.

As a gruesome slasher / monster mash-up flick, it suffers from many of the major flaws you might expect - particularly because it draws on the redneck murder clan for one of its subgenre story elements. It is a movie where the subtext goes unexamined, and you'll know immediately whether or not you need to tap out within the first ten to twenty minutes. But if you're willing to leave the social elements less examined, what remains is a movie that's having an absolutely incredible and delightfully practical effect fueled time playing around in all the silliness to be mined from its three core concepts.

To return to the comparison, CITW relies heavily on metatextual genre awareness of the audience and the characters. However, in attempting to be ironically detached from the genre cliches, it betrays its own lack of understanding of the material. It's a movie that's 80% less clever than it constantly tries to remind the audience that it thinks it is. In contrast, Millenium Bug has what feels like virtually zero metatextual genre awareness to the characters, and no ironic detachment whatsoever. It does expect an audience to know what's up with the redneck murder clan, monster movie, slasher, and holiday themed subgenres - not to mention doing a nice job at hearkening back to older models of horror as you might get pre-millenial. You will find lots of gore, giant rubber and latex monsters, people acting in the most absurd ways and all of it delightfully cradling you in the comfort of a film that doesn't talk down to you, or expect you, as the audience, to be above it all.

It's hard to call it great or even good, I can't do any of that in good conscience. This is not one of those movies where I want everyone to see it, which I think will be fun and exciting for the casual horror movie viewer, or anyone who is looking to get into horror but doesn't want to get hit with a bunch of triggers and the like. I love recommending all those types of films, but this ain't it. The Millennium Bug is for the deep in the much horror movie fan, it's The Ritual by way of Frank Henenlotter - and if you got that reference you probably wanna see it regardless. It's garbage, but it's our garbage.

#horror movies #the millennium bug 2013

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gothy-froggy · 2 years

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Slashers with Alt!S/Os

"Hey idk if you remember me but I was the one who was looking for the Sinclair bros and a few other slashers reactions to a female (gender neutral change) metalhead/goth reader who know alot about true crime/horror movies? Idk if you can do that and if not it's fine but if so thank you <3" - Requested by @raven-the-cryptid

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Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was absolutely hypnotized when he first met his alterative s/o. When they first showed up to the abandoned town, he couldn't even bring himself to think about what Bo wants him to do. Bo was generous enough to let them live.

He saw how obsessed Vincent was with them. All the watching them wandering around, the sketches, the paintings, all of it. He seemed different ever since he met them. He seemed..happy. Bo pushed Vincent to introduce himself.

He fell hard after the first conversation. He got hooked on the music she listens to. Loves to listen with their and watch true crimes and horror movies. He'll give his s/o gifts that can help with her style, especially if they're new.

Bo Sinclair

I'm not going to sugar coat (too much anyways) for Bo. Bo is an asshole. He makes the jokes that are tiring. At first, Bo treated them just like any other visitors (victims). Flirty, charming, somewhat of a gentleman...but something changed when she complimented his music tastes.

The sassy comebacks and the back handed compliments targeted at him. Something about her just drew him in. He decided to keep them alive, and in town. He still makes his offensive jokes. But when they don't laugh he'll cough awkwardly and changes the subject.

He'll ask Vincent or Lester for gifts. But he refuses to admit he gave them a gift. He'll pretend to be upset an be all grumpy, mumbling to himself.

Lester Sinclair

Lester does make a joke that's a little offensive but will apologize when he realizes it was offensive. He doesn't really mind the subculture. He has no issues with the style itself. If his s/o is into bones and stuff he'll gladly gifts some to them from his little roadkill.

Since he doesn't mind the music, he'll listen to it with them. That's really the only reason. The other time he would is if he's gone from them for a while and misses them. If they rant about how someone harassed them for their looks he definitely responded with, "I think so look hot" comment. He found out it wasn't the best way to respond after that.

He's trying to be supportive. Sometimes he doesn't realize the things he says can come out a little...odd. He loves his alt s/o very much and wants to help the best he can.

Asa Emory

He doesn't really care. If they aren't part of the collection, then it his reason being with them was to keep his "normal life" in check. He kept them around solely for that reason. As he got to know them more he was drawn to them. Not like how it is with certain victims for his collections. Something different.

If his s/o is into insects, he'll have a slight faster realization that he does in fact love them. Asa allows them to put a hand on his shoulder when he truly loves them. He kind of gives them bones if they're interested? It's more of leaving bones out in the open for them to find them than giving them the gift.

Definitely is into alternative music. Though he doesn't do couple stuff with his s/o. They're dating, they love each other, and trusts each other. What else would they need? Couple things are very rare with Asa. In his eyes, he prefers it that way. It makes them more special.

Michael Myers

Just like Asa, he doesn't really care. Myers is the shape. He's nothing but pure evil. How did YOU pull him? He has no emotion? No humanity? Anyways, yeah he doesn't care. Michael doesn't really listens to music. Not a fan of dressing up either (obviously). He's most likely using them just to hide and be sheltered. Even then it's hard to believe.

I have nothing else to say so...good? He doesn't really mind?

Ghostface

Ghostface definitely fetishes goths and metalheads. Besides Ghostface's little fetish, they're somewhat respectful? Is a fan of alternative music and obviously true crimes & horror movies. Ghostface spared their s/o because how amazing they found them. How kickass they really are.

Gets gifts. 100%. They just place an outfit and wait for their s/o to see it. Then just pops out of nowhere to get them to wear it. Lots of accessories as gifts as well. Ghostface is taking pictures. Doesn't matter if their s/o doesn't want to.

They need pictures for later...Yeah, definitely fetishizes the style. Total pervert. At least s/o gets gifts, right? Don't get Ghostface wrong, it isn't just a fetish. They truly do love their s/o. They love every bit of their s/o and wants to support...as well get pleasure out of it along the way.

Billy Lenz

New type unlocked

Billy finds the style horrifying but so beautiful. He always asks questions about the style and music. He's kind of like Ghostface with the fetishizing, but he doesn't really know he is?

He isn't a fan of the music. Especially metal. Too loud for him. Hands over his ears while curling up in a corner, seconds before an episode. It was an accident, he knows. And he forgives his piggy. He wants to give gifts to them, but he really only give out bones.

Billy doesn't really want to go outside a lot so he finds dead animals, gets the bones, cleans them, and wraps them up. Billy loves his s/o very much, just doesn't know how to support them very well. He's trying. I swear!

#slashers x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #asa emory x reader #billy lenz x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #danny johnson x reader #mickey altieri x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #the collector x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Keep requesting from different people with no luck but what if jason voorhees had a S/O who reads to him when he's "sleeping" in the lake and he has dreams about the story and has a dream of him and the reader as beauty and the beast?

Reading B&B to Jason + Dream stuff!

while this isnt a slasher blog and i am grossly underqualified to speak of anything book related to beauty and the beast, i truly do love this idea + i really felt the whole request thing </3 this aint perfect but i hope you enjoy it regardless! may your other/future requests be answered someday! !!!quick note, admins only exposure to beauty and the beast is the original disney film, they have never read any renditions of it so theyre going off the basic bare bones concept not proof read, i am literally belting this out before i gotta bake an order </3

I could be silly, i could make him dream of himself as the beauty as opposed to being the beast, but im not 100% sure how i would go about writing that.... perhaps ill save that for the next time my slasher brainrot strikes me

i think he would love that you read for him, small little act that helps heal that inner child inside him + it reminds him of how his mom used to read to him at night. its almost bittersweet... im torn on whether or not pam would've read him beauty and the beast/similar adjacent tales. I admit, I'm not sure how many renditions of the story there are, and which ones were around when Jason was a kid but lets say, for convivence lets say she didnt

whenever you read to him hes hooked on every word you say, head in your lap and looking up at you with this sort of sparkle in his eye. loves it when you put on goofy voices for different characters. generally a very calm and peaceful moment between the two of you

so imagine offering to read the story to him, and he is just. totally immersed. even before he falls asleep he sees the parallels between the book and you, bonus if you somehow find a way to show him the disney movie of it

as for the dreams, naturally he's in the beasts position. solitary and secluded away from others, and self admittedly from the man himself, a sight for sore eyes (no matter how much some may disagree), and you as the beauty (not that much changes in the dream, he already sees you as something radiant)

the first time he has the dream he doesnt really say anything about it, actually he doesnt remember most of the dream thanks to him nearly forgetting everything that second he wakes up

but the dream keeps happening, even long after you first read the story to him, and each night he seems to be able to piece everything together

you wander into his home, and he keeps you. protects you, actually. the events of your arrival in the dream are blurred, but seem to line up with how you first entered his life.

theres no talking furniture, unfortunately

however i do wanna say theres talking animals in their place

nature boy

actually, jason doesnt seem to be a prince in his dreams, just a simple man

hes not even a physical monster in his dreams.

but unlike the disney adaptation, when the whole... breaking the curse thing happens, there is no transformation. so hey, theres that at least

he eventually talks to you about it, sheepishly signing the details to you as he tries to not seem embarrassed about it. but he cant help but to get giddy when he sees your smile

"aww you dream about me?" is a comment sure to make his signing pause for a second before he covers his hands over his mask

i wish i had more for this but im on a bit of a time crunch atm and as stated in the authors note my only exposure is the disney film and SOBS

you (making sure hes okay with the nickname first, obviously) playfully call him beast, and he starts calling you beauty

the story eventually kind of becomes you guys' thing, like how some couples have their song or their movie or their whatever

#slasher x you #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Imagine slasher going on his classing killng spree but he see kid treated badly/kid being sad. Its pure platonic

Slasher trying to comfort kid

'Trying' but hes are very akward. There is dailogue and its colored: slashers the kid . The ghostface one is funny while yautja is more cute! she/her pronouns Requests open

Ghostface

He was in silly goofy ah mood, so he went on killing spree (again)

It was some funny party with a lot of drunk teens and loud music

Kids older sibling probably did a party and she got scared of loud music and went crying in her room

After killing some people ghosty need a breather and just went into random room to clean his knife or something (idk i never been on killing spree)

And he just goes into this room and sees some kid crying their eyes off. "Uhhh what is kid doing here? I thoght im irresponsible but-" he got cut of by kid crying/venting how the people downstairs where mean and making fun of her :(

"Zamn kid thats though.. anyways idc cya" in fact he doest not care, police will be there in like 10min he doesnt have time to some child venting in general pls."are you going to kill me mr ghosty :( " "ayo you calm yourself down, aint no way in hell im killinng a kid"

He wont kill her ofcofc (reason? No reason t all :) )

After all killing spree stuff police still didnt come (either nooone called it or its American police so they are riding from difrent state or something) he will go check up on her, yknow if shes still crying :(

"Uhhh yep shes still crying ehhh do you want tea or something?" *nods* "god zamn Im a babysit now apearently"

Ghosty will probably smoke or something (babysitting kid is stressful) "my sister says that guests cant smoke inside :( " "yo sister dead(it is a joke he did not say that maybe he did say that )"

He wont let her go downstairs? Theres litteral crime scene over there?? Yall ever wached any movie?? This trauma would be start of her revange arc or something

Yaujta

???why is there human puppy randomly alone in middle of nowhere???

"Uhhh em child? Where are your human perents" ":( they said I should wait here" "uhhh *looks around* wh when did they leave you???" " it was morning when we went here" "uhhh its afternoon"

He cant just leave her here come one

But his place on earth is temorary he cant Just take her to ship

He will try to find her perents but it doesnt work he will take her TOTALY temporary to his ship and give her some food

Even if hr would find her perents, he woundnt be very pleased of what he sees, they clearly dont want her and they indeed try to abandon her

Turns out he accidently got attached and adopted her

Will melt if she will call him "alien/space dad" its so cute!

(I used x reader tags just to reach bigger audience, nothng sus happening here)

#slasher x reader #yautja x reader #yautja #ghostface #ghostface x reader #cute slasher headcanons #wholesale #slasher headcanons

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Headcannons for Eddie Munson with a male s/o

Ok I know my followers are here for slashers and things like that I get it. But my love for fictional men is too strong to keep me tied to one fandom. Yes I will still post about slashers, yes I will post about men in stranger things too. The thing is I’m in love with this man and I want to be gay boyfriends with him. Also this will get me out of my writers block with fun new people to write for. Sorry about the rant I just need to talk to someone and this is my blog so you have to suck it up.

He knew he was into guys before but you really hit him hard. He’s seen you around school and being how he is walked right up and started talking with you.

Warnings: Minor reference to drugs

He’s gonna be very flirty and love however you respond. You’re gonna get shy and giggly? Super cute. You’re gonna flirt right back with him? He loves a confident man.

Before he really lets you know how he feels he’s gonna make sure to see if you’d feel the same way. Get ready for hints being dropped about him being gay like watching nightmare on elm street 2 a very gay movie. He might leave out magazines with skantaly clad men for you to find. If you let him know you’re into dudes too he’ll move on with the flirting. If it’s taking to long he’ll just tell you he’s bi and ask you if you’re into dudes.

Your first kiss is gonna get him really excited to kiss you again. Despite his extroverted exterior he’s really giggly inside. If you go to kiss him again he’s going all in man, I promise.

Once you two are really dating he’s gonna try to get you into dnd with him. He’ll teach you how to play and help you make your character and everything. If you do go play he’ll like to show you off and have you sit near him or if you’re comfortable with everyone knowing you can sit on his lap.

He’ll make sure that when you’re around he doesn’t smell like weed or trash. He’ll make sure he looks nice for you whenever you are around.

He’ll write a little secret song about you and sing it to you if you ask nicely.

Pet name. So many pet names. Darling, love, baby, sweetheart, pretty boy. He has a very long list he can go off of for you honey.

He adores pda, around safe people of course. But he’ll make sure to keep you close in public. Nothing to get you two in trouble but enough to let people know you’re “Close friends” “roommates” “Boy best friends” ya know.

As for his favorite pda, having you sit on his lap, kissing, you playing with his rings, playing with his hair, holding hands and just well being a bit possessive. But if you ask him to cool it he will.

He’s gonna try to get you to listen to metal he likes. If you do get into it and ask about other bands he’ll gladly take you to buy some casettes or records.

If you need a ride anywhere he’ll take you there. No questions asked. Just call him up and he’ll take you there don’t worry.

If people get suspisious about the relationship the two of you have he’ll quickly your defense. No one messes with his pretty boy.

He loves to cuddle and being the big spoon. He just likes holding you and having you close to him in general.

He’s gonna give you a bunch of random gifts that have a lot of meaning to him. A necklace with one of his guitar picks on it, one of his favorite die from dnd, an old ring of his that doesn’t fit anymore. Whatever he thinks you deserve he’ll give it to you. If you asked him to stop the earths rotation he’ll find a way to stop it for you.

He’s not gonna be the best to go to with emotions. He’ll hold you when you cry and listen to you vent but he won’t know how to really fully help you and that really hurts him. Don’t be surprised if you find him reading psychology books or how to comfort someone if he notices you’re really going through it.

#eddie munson #eddie x male reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things

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bibliophile-in-training · 9 months

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A Plebian's Review of the Last Voyage of the Demeter

I don't do reviews normally but I have many thoughts I wanted to share after recently watching this movie. In general, I did enjoy this movie and I thought it was a fun watch. As someone who read Dracula and enjoys most modern Dracula stories I would watch it again if it came on. (6/10)

Non-spoilers:

It took some liberties with the source material. Combine the recent Poirot movies with modern vampire lore and that's what you should expect, not something strictly adhering to the novel. Not necessarily a bad thing, but if you're enjoying dracula daily just know this isn't really that.

On that note, Dracula bibliophiles aside, it's a pretty good movie on its own. It's suited for modern audiences and won't confuse them with Stoker's vampire lore (ex. what can and can't kill a vampire, what powers Dracula has).

It had pretty gory moments that you may not be prepared for if slasher movies aren't something you watch. Also, check out doesthedogdie bc there are a lot of potential triggers.

The lighting for this movie was really good imo. There was a strong contrast between day and night which awesome, but you could also still actually see what was going on in the dark. There were a couple times when Dracula was in a shadow and you couldn't really see him but it was for effect as opposed to trying to be "realistic" (looking at you, GOT).

The design for Dracula was cool and they do play into him getting stronger and scarier as he continuously feeds.

The Captain is not the main character (in contrast to the source material's Captain's log). Here, it's Dr Clemens we follow and we get an occasional Caltain's narration from the log.

If you like Until Dawn and other titles from Supermassive Games, you'd probably enjoy it. Dracula's design, the kills, and character choices feel like you're watching a playthrough. Not to mention there are a lot of close-up shots of characters in the same way Supermassive Games does.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Good:

The cinematography was pretty good. I particularly liked shots that followed through the ship to the cargo hold where count bat boi was sleeping.

They also filmed the gory scenes really well, and one scene that stood out was when one person who's become a thrall bashes his head through a door and then slides his nose along the splintered panels as he looks up. Impactful to say the least. They didn't pan away and leave it up to our imaginations but went all in and I applaud it.

Things were recognizable from the novel (names, events, some vampire mythos). I was genuinely surprised that they marked Dracula's coffins with dragons and kept that he slept in dirt, since modern audiences probably wouldn't have known about these things. When we (modern audiences) hear "Dracula" we think it means "vampire" as opposed to "dragon", and we would likely expect Dracula's cargo to be velvet-lined coffins.

The opening scene (finding the ship at Whitby & the wagon train of the coffins) had me immediately invested and excited, and I was already looking forward to this movie (I chose it over Barbie lol).

The Captain's actor was phenomenal. He went all out when he was grieving Toby's death and he really didn't have to but I'm so glad he did. While the character itself wasn't consistent, the actor made it believable. He was strict and kind when he was sane, he was frantic and distraught when he was insane, and his moments of grief and hope were all palpable. Good choice.

"Oh my God it has wings" When I say I LAUGHED SO HARD

Honestly there were a lot of funny moments. Some were genuine to cut the tension and help build characters but being ND and desensitized to horror I don't know if I was supposed to laugh at some of them, like when the cook's dingy knocked against the side of the hull. And when vampire Toby jumped up.

The use of knocking was a cool addition. I enjoyed when they used it like when Toby was in trouble and when Dracula was messing with the two dudes on deck.

One of the key things of Dracula's personality is that yes - he can kill you in 10s - but he won't because he's a sadistic bastard that enjoys drawing it out and playing the wager to see if you'll die of fear before he can bite you. They absolutely captured it. Homie is purposeful in how he terrifies his victims before giving them a gruesome death.

I think the model ship they showed at the end was the original model ship for the Demeter in the 90's Dracula movie (or at least a nod to it), which is how this movie was started apparently. Nice touch.

The Grievances:

Dr Clemens was a mary sue. I'm sorry, there's no way around this. Man has bad main character syndrome. I can accept a black man fighting tooth and nail to graduate Cambridge top of his class and struggle in a world that won't see his abilities because they won't look past his skin color, but on top of that he's an astronomer, a sailer, a strategist, a detective, and everyone immediately falls in love with him? Hell, he cured Toby's [1] grief over losing his lifelong friend (Huck, the dog, who was MUTILATED) and [2] guilt for all the animals dying because it was his responsibility to take care of him, and [3] fear for whatever unknown thing did this, with a headpat and "sometimes shit happens and you can't do anything about it".

He took one look at Anna, Dracula's beef jerky ration, and immediately went "she has an infection, she needs a blood transfusion", then proceeded to give her repeated transfusions over several days and he was totally fine. Up running around and fighting vampires meanwhile in reality he would have been bedridden from lack of blood and possible complications from the procedures.

Also, why is he the only clean person? Everyone's covered in grime and blood and dude looks like he just walked out of a proactive commercial. Even when he's floating in the middle of the ocean for days with an open neck wound he looks like he was just in the shower. Compare it with the Captain's burns and the first thrall's face after banging the through a door and the dissonance just pulls me out of the movie.

Keeping him alive just to sequel bait. Just. Why. Hollywood, it's okay to kill your protagonist. 1912 did it really well. Plus, I personally wasn't invested enough in this character to want to see a sequel following his vendetta with Dracula. We already know about Jonathan and Van Helsing. You can make movies that stand alone. It's okay.

If you want to sequel bait why don't you have him delirious from being lost at sea for several days and end up at the asylum with Dr Seward and Renfield? That would actually be cool and you could still have Dracula show up to taunt him.

Also, in regards to Anna, while I think it was a cool idea to use her for lore dumping and as a surprise for the audience, I was disappointed with her. She had the potential to provide a lot of info and help fight Dracula but instead she had to be the "strong independent woman". I don't hate this trope (think about Ripley in Alien, or any of the women in the original novel) but it wasn't done well here. While it's cool to see her gain confidence and wield a gun against count bat boi I was really hoping she would provide more info like his weaknesses. She says "he ran out of food in my country" but we know this isn't *literally* true because we see people at the beginning. It's the fact her people knew how to keep Dracula away that he ran out of food and he decided to try greener pastures. You could bring up HOW they did that (religious tokens, garlic, silver, etc.).

Also when she does try to give info about Dracula it's still vague and meant to be mysterious. Bruh, you are locked on a boat with this monster and you know your only hope for survival is to flee or work together to get rid of him. Why are you not giving as much info and details as possible? Because that's what the script said bc the writers wanted to make dracula look cool by relying on the characters to say it? Okay.

This movie relies on a lot of telling instead of showing. It's like they don't trust their audience to pay attention or understand what's going on. The only time I legit felt they showed and not told (lol) was when the Captain asked if what happened to the animals could be transmitted to humans and Dr Clemens lied and said no. You could see in the actor's face the inner monologue of telling the truth vs preventing chaos. It was nice and gave more info about the character than him actually yelling his life history at the first mate.

It also suffers from the writers trying to make every scene be memorable. There are too many times characters say things because it sounds cool or would be good in the trailer rather than because it makes sense for the character to say that.

Honestly all the characters fall flat for me (besides the captain who's character is treated like a pinball). They're all archetypes rather than people. The protagonist. The independent woman. The racist drunkard. The child. The religious guy. The guy that makes obscene jokes. The only names I know are Toby, Dr Clemens, and Anna. Bc they get said a lot as opposed to me actually caring about them.

On that note, I am definitely biased because I loved the Captain's log from the novel, but I wish that this was from the Captain's pov, culminating in him tying himself to the wheel and dying from shock or exposure like in the book. Then Whitby.

On that note, I am still upset that they used modern vampire mythos yet again for Dracula. In the book the Captain dies after being taunted for days by Dracula after tying himself to the wheel, only possible because the rosary in his hand protects him. It's a noble but horrific sacrifice made of fear and a duty to not let the evil on the ship reach land. In this movie, however, he reaches the wheel and dies because the rosary has no power over Dracula (it's also how Toby dies).

Oh, also the sun kills vampires. How do we know? Because occasionally some people turn into vampires, but only when it's convenient for the plot (looking at you, Anna). Why don't they use this against Dracula and dump the dirt box they know he's sleeping in during the day? Who knows. But they wasted a lot of potential to play on the audience's expectations (rather than giving into them) by using Dracula during the day. Y'know what's scarier than a vampire picking off your crew at night? A vampire picking off your crew at ANY time when you only expect it at night because SURPRISE sunlight just doesn't let him crawl in lizard fashion.

Are you seriously telling me Dracula sustained himself off of Anna for several weeks, and then decided to slaughter the crew mere days before the boat docked? Yes, he was weak bc of it but I don't think the director knows how blood works (see Dr Clemens's transfusion issue). Also, if that's the case, how did Anna not suffocate in her dirt box for hours on end for weeks? Just fill the other 48 crates with dead people and say Anna was the last caprisun in the box and it would make more sense.

Also, why have their last hurrah be the day before they reach Whitby? It made the movie seem too fast; it felt like it only took a week to get from Transylvania to England. Why not find Anna early on, then disperse the crew member deaths across a couple weeks like in the novel? It would help with the suspense and you could have the Captain tie himself to the wheel then let us experience the time passing after he dies so the audience has a moment to sit with the deaths and feel hopeless. Bc that's what the role of the Demeter is, story-wise. It's supposed to make us afraid of Dracula and feel hopeless in his presence. Not give us hope and make him into our rival we have the possibility to get revenge on. That's what our dear friend Jonathan is for.

Dracula never takes human form. Why do all adaptations refuse to give him his bushy mustache? COWARDS.

Okay, he *sort of* takes human form. But they really just put him in a waistcoat and top hat then expected us to believe that showed he was cunning. You literally said he's both man and beast then only show the beast. One of Dracula's main appeal is that he's clever and his sadistically human traits are the only thing preventing him from immediately ripping you to shreds. And he can pass as human, so he could be anyone. Yet we only see the beast part.

While this movie was fun to watch, it comes off more as a gruesome drama or action movie than a horror. I never really feel any suspense or dread. Compare it to Alien which had the same situation. Alien did such a good job of making you feel scared and claustrophobic when you're surrounded by the vastness of space (in this case, the ocean) and being hunted down by an intelligent monster. I was watching this to see how Dracula killed people rather than seeing how they struggled to survive.

I can believe this movie was in production hell not just because of the writing but some errors. In one scene, the Captain's burn is on the right side of his face but there's a close-up cut and suddenly it's on the left side like someone flipped the screen. And this is just one error out of a couple. No Starbucks cups tho.

It sounds like I don't like this movie because of all of my nit-picking grievances, but I really did like it. I think my issues are just because my expectations were too high going in. I was expecting a loyal expansion of an underappreciated segment of a classic novel, which is really rare these days. And a *suspenseful* horror.

I see why Guillermo del Toro and Stephen King suggested it. It's pretty similar to their stuff, just more fast-paced. So if you like that stuff and Until Dawn I think you'll really enjoy it.

#last voyage of the demeter #dracula #dracula daily #the last voyage of the demeter #movie review #horror #horror movies #re: dracula #yes this is a rant #listen my head is full of THOUGHTS

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sugoi-writes · 10 months

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Stalker/Ghost Face! Obanai Drabble

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A/N: Soooo, don't at me or nothing, but I think Obanai and Ghost Face is a match made in heaven. So I put a twist in it that doesn't instantly lead down a dark path/end, and is more stalker-y. Sorry not sorry.

TW: Stalking, yandere vibes. Iguro is thirsty and makes comments about your appearance, and pokes fun at you. Generally will be an unnerving guy. Also this hasn't been overly proof read, so sorry in advance.

W/N- Wrong Name

You've been warned!

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You would be messing with your hair with one hand, lounging casually on the couch with your phone closeby. You were pretty annoyed, as you had gone through and blocked so many numbers, seemingly with no end; your nerves were on edge.

Just when you think you get a moment to yourself for a drink, your phone goes off again... An unknown, blocked number is calling... You sighed, deciding you would give the receiving end a piece of your mind.

But when you answered with the intention of trolling.... a genuine, soft masculine voice enters the line. As he clears his throat, his voice begins filling your thoughts with cloudy, less tame images.

"Hello... I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night. Is W/N on the line?" You swallow, wishing it were you, secretly.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid you have the wrong number...," you reply softly. You hear the man on the other end sigh, defeated.

"My apologies. Thank you for--"

"W-Wait!!! I uhm-- I mean while you do have the wrong number, I could... take a message for them? Maybe pass it along?"

Oh you idiot, that'd never work! you thought. Now this unknown number guy was about to slip out of your fingers....

You can practially feel the smirk through the phone, as the stranger replies," So you do want to talk to me, after all..."

You tried to picture way his face would look, his eyes... his voice left so many things to your imagination. You sputter, coming down from the daze.

"N-Not like that, just... trying to help a friend out. Anyways, you were saying...??" Whoever W/N was... they SURE were lucky.

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You'd be carrying on this way for quite sometime, pulling one set of your curtains closed. You threw your head back as the man made you laugh again, and you heard him uproar just as much. You hadn't noticed you'd been on the line for an hour now, chatting away like he was the best of friends.

"And just what were your plans the rest of this evening, dear?"

Your heart thumped in your chest, as the innocent pet name made your stomach flutter.

"I-I uhh-- I was actually planning on watching a movie, believe it or not." You could hear the man hum softly, grinning still.

"Ohh, and what kind of a movie? Maybe a... scary movie?"

You blink, a little surprised that he had guessed," Y-Yeah... a new slasher sequel came out, and I wanted to finally give it a try." The man hums again in approval, making you squirm.

"Ahh, not a bad choice, not bad... is it your favorite?"

You shake your head, chuckling," N-Nah... my friend was gonna come over and watch it with me, but they had something come up. But they told me to go ahead. And well, I didn't wear these pajamas for nothing!"

You hear a sultry chuckle through the receiver, and some shuffling," Hmm... tell me... since your friend isn't there, do you think you can handle a movie like that? A person like you may need some... company... during such a scary movie," the man teased.

You snort, shaking your head," Pffft, nah, this movie isn't that scary... not NEARLY as bad as others. If I can get through the first, I can get through this one."

The male on the other end is quick to reply, his voice deepening.

"So... it doesn't happen to make you nervous that you're in a similar predicament to the the first? A person, all alone in their living room... answering their phone to find some stranger talking back to them?" When you don't reply, he doubles down.

"I know my voice is quite alluring, but surely you feel a little... uneasy?"

You blink, chuckling slightly," H-Haha... very funny!" You kid, rolling your eyes," I don't even have the same name as the main character...," you boast proudly.

"And what is your name, dear?" The man suddenly asks, leaning into the receiver. You can hear his slightly labored breathing, sending a chill down your spine.

"I-Its uhh... it's not really--"

"Ohh, I'm sorry... I don't mean to be rude. I'd just like to know the name of the person I'm looking at."

You freeze in place, eyes widening exponentially," w...what...?"

The man doesn't let up, repeating himself," I said I'd like to know the name of the person I'm talking to..."

You stagger backward, clutching your shirt as you look around yourself," Th...That's not what you said just now," you try to reply calmly, your eyes wide in fear.

"Ahh, well it can't be helped... I guess for now, I'll be content with looking at your cute pajamas... a little on the shorter side, but your legs look so nice, I can hardly look away..."

You're practically shaking, his voice low as if it were right next to you,"... and how that shirt hugs you, hmm... You look so innocent and sweet from here... But for now..." You breathing picks up, as you go to check each lock on your windows, curtains violently being closed.

"Wh--who the fuck are you?!?"

"That's not important for now, as you said. We'll speak again very soon, Y/N."

Click

You crumple to the floor, grasping at your chest as the reality of your situation sinks in...

This was only JUST beginning... wasn't it?

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Meanwhile, Obanai's watchful eyes are seemingly obscured from your visage... for now. His heterochromatic eyes flutter, as he clutches his cellphone just a little tighter.

"Ahh... almost blew my cover. I suppose I'll have to switch to letters for now... anything for my dear, naive little Y/N."

Obanai, like a wild animal, slinks stealthily from his tree's perch and dusts himself off. As he walks away, he couldnt help but notice sirens in the distance.

"...ahh... 'guess I really do need to be careful around you." Obanai mutters, slinking away just in time for the troops to swarm your house. He chuckles wetting his lips," ...but no one likes winning the game without a little bit of risk involved... I think I quite like this game already."

He glances back to your house, so far away from where he stood now. In an instant, he crushes his phone effortlessly, thinking ahead to cover his tracks. He turns away, grinning as he throws his smashed burner phone into a nearby gutter. In the next, his disposable gloves.

"Take care for now, love..."

#obanai iguro x reader #obanai demon slayer #obanai kimetsu no yaiba #stalker!obanai x reader #stalker!obanai fanfic #yandere!obanai x reader #idk where this may go but i was feeling a certain was #you cant tell me that Obanai wouldnt make a fantastic ghost face #you cant and you wont hes perfect #tw: stalking #tw: yandere

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Slasher... Haunted House?

Rodolfo hates haunted houses. He's desensitised to them so they don't scare him and he can think of about a million better things to do than to go to a haunted house. However, when Soap uses the money for a movie they were planning to see in order to go to a Haunted House and make his exes jealous... well, he doesn't exactly get the choice.

However, while there he meets a scare actor dressed as one of the slashers from his favorite Slasher film and he decides he doesn't mind so much...

Rodolfo hated haunted houses. So he wasn’t quite sure why he was letting Soap, his best friend, drag him to one with him and Gaz. Likely, probably, it had to deal with the fact that he didn’t exactly want to be alone on Halloween. He didn’t have a good reason why, he just… didn’t want to be alone.

Thankfully, Gaz wasn’t the biggest fan of parties, either, though he’d go to them so if Rodolfo found something else to do, generally Gaz would opt out and so Soap was the one going alone or missing the parties. Though, after Soap’s latest break up with his on again off again thing he had with Gaz’s adopted brother and said brother’s boyfriend, Roach and Ghost respectively, he had seemed to be opting out of parties.

Rodolfo didn’t really understand why, but Soap would just mumble something about “just not wanting to go and why does he have to be questioned about everything” and Rodolfo just didn’t want to end up arguing with him, so he’d just nod and say he understood, even though he really didn’t. Whatever, it was Soap’s business.

Anyway, Rodolfo hated haunted houses for a few reasons. One, the scare actors usually went to his college and he’d seen those guys shit faced drunk and shitting all over themselves and just… it was hard to find any of them that scary after that. Two, he was a fan of horror films and creepy content, in general, so they weren’t scary enough. Which meant he was running through a house with the weirdest fucking themes, chasing Soap and Gaz while they actually got scared.

Rodolfo raised an eyebrow as he finally took stock of what his best friend was wearing, watching Soap straighten a leather jacket around himself. “...Soap.”

“Yes, Rudy?” Soap said, his tone innocent sounding, but Rodolfo caught on, immediately.

Rodolfo knew Ghost currently worked at a scare attraction for the season, but he hadn’t quite thought it might be this one. Surely, Soap would have wanted to pick a different one? But, he watched Soap fluff up the overgrown mohawk he had and spend way too long checking himself out in the mirror, and he knew immediately. “You are not just going to this to make Ghost jealous.”

“You’re right. Because Roach works at one of the counters. I’m making them both jealous.” Soap hummed.

Gaz snorted, having been sitting on Soap’s bed. “Watch it, Soap.”

“I’m watching it!” Soap grinned, checking his sleeves. “Besides, I doubt either will even notice me, regardless.”

Rodolfo winced, hoping Soap would not start to complain about, at the very least, Roach while Gaz was right there. Gaz and Soap had gotten into a few arguements because Gaz would take Roach’s side when Soap would inevitably break up with the pair, and Soap would get defensive and then Rodolfo was listening to them argue while he debated blowing his brains out to not have to listen to it, anymore.

Thankfully, however, Soap didn’t say anything else and went to grab his keys before Gaz was perking up, smiling at his phone. “I won’t be coming. I’ll venmo you the money for my ticket.” He was up out of the bed in a flash, and Soap and Rodolfo shared a look.

Gaz was in a long distance relationship with a guy named Alex and sometimes, he’d randomly come to their town and so Gaz would drop everything to see him. Rodolfo didn’t care, because Gaz got so little time with him, and Soap wasn’t allowed to care because he was similar. So, both waved bye, hardly getting a chance to do anything else as Gaz rushed downstairs. Moving to the window revealed that Alex was indeed down there, leaning against a beat up truck and grinning when Gaz came outside.

Alex opened the door for Gaz, like a perfect gentleman, and Gaz kissed him before getting in. “They’re cute.” Soap snorted and Rodolfo smiled, a little jealous. He’d love a relationship like Gaz had but… he wasn’t going to put his heart on the line to try to aquire one.

“Come on.” Soap sighed, shaking his head.

Rodolfo sighed, grabbing his hoodie and tugging it on. “Please don’t make a scene, Soap… Also, don’t ditch me, either! You’re making them jealous, not having a fucking hookup.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Soap huffed, half glaring at him. “I have self control, you know?”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he agreed with that, but he didn’t voice that, instead just following Soap outside to Soap’s jeep. “Can we at least get dinner after this?”

“I would never turn that down.” Soap made a face as he got into the car with Rodolfo, chuckling. “I love food.”

“I didn’t think you would, just thought I’d ask.” Rodolfo relaxed, very glad. “You know, there are easier ways to make them jealous.”

“Those ways are boring. Besides, unlike you, I like haunted houses. I like being scared.”

“So do I!” Rodolfo defended, huffing. “I just don’t find them scary. I know they’re just people in masks, and we go to college with half of them. Trust me, I don’t enjoy not being scared at them.”

Soap snorted, softly. “They’re not even meant to be that scary, they’re just meant to be fun. Exhilerating or whatever.”

“I’m sure I’d find them plenty exhilerating if they were actually scary.” Rodolfo mumbled, leaning against the door and looking out the window. Thankfully, Soap didn’t respond, so he fell silent as well and leaned his head against the window before perking up, slightly. “Are we still going to see that movie next week?”

Rodolfo loved the movie series, Slasher Fieldtrip. They were on the twelth film, and yeah it was getting kind of corny, but he liked it for that. The scares were decent and the plot, while convoluted, was fairly interesting.

Soap winced, hard. “Yeah, about that…”

“Soap.”

“So, I used the money for that to pay for our tickets tonight.” Soap mumbled, parking in the parking lot. “But, I get a bonus at work so I thought maybe we could go to the next showing, instead.”

Rodolfo stared at his friend, having several strings of words run through his head, though none would be kind to him. Instead, he settled on cussing in Spanish and getting out of the car, slamming the door. “Rudy, wait!” Soap called, running around the car. “The showing was sold out, anyway!”

“Why couldn’t you have asked??” Rodolfo rounded on him, crossing his arms.

“Because you would have said no!”

“Exactly!!” Rodolfo cried. “I was looking forward to that movie! I’ve been wanting to see it all year! God, you’re such an ass!”

“I’m sorry…” Soap pleaded, putting his hands together. “I’m still going to get tickets for two weeks, it’ll just be… two weeks.”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it… I got some of my grants returned so I have money, finally.” He’d had a job but he’d had to quit for a few reasons and now he was without income. Soap had insisted he didn’t have to find a job so quickly so he could just study for the rest of the semester, but Rodolfo had known better. He should have gotten another job…

Whatever.

Rodolfo took a deep breath. He’d been supposed to pay back the money for the tickets, anyway, instead he’d just pay for it and Soap could completely cover that night.

Soap winced. “I’m sorry… I just really wanted to come, tonight, and… and…”

“It’s alright.” Rodolfo sighed and pat his arm. “I’ll just pay for the movie, it’s okay. Come on, we should get in to get our tickets checked.”

Soap hesitated before nodding a little and Rodolfo went up to the ticket booth. He wasn’t shocked at all to see Roach was there, frowning when Roach’s eyes went wide at seeing them. ‘What are you doing here??’

Soap grinned, leaning against the counter. “I have prepurchased tickets in the system. Johnny Mactavish?”

‘Soap. Go home.’

“Nope. I have tickets.”

Rodolfo blinked a little. Well, the breakup had to be bad, because why else would Roach be insisting Soap go home? “Roach, can we please just have our tickets?”

Roach looked between them, almost looking… nervous. Soap had clearly caught on, because now he frowned, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on, Roach?” His tone had softened and Rodolfo resisted rolling his eyes, looking away. Soap could pretend to be all vindictive but if Roach even whimpered, Soap would fold.

Rodolfo narrowed his eyes when he saw Roach pick up on it, immediately, stepping forward and sticking his hand out before Roach could take advantage of it. “Stamp. Tickets.”

Roach jumped and then he glared at Rodolfo, which just proved Rodolfo correct. ‘Alright.’ He signed before checking the system and then he stamped both of the back of their hands.

Rodolfo smiled and nodded. “Thanks, Roach.” Then, he took Soap’s arm and dragged him to the entrance to the military themed part of the attraction. Really it was more of a “scare park” as most of it was outside and it was made of thirteen different attractions with thirteen different themes. But, it was still called a haunted house on the website. “You know, you need to get better at not immediately folding.”

“Shut it.” Soap mumbled, avoiding Rodolfo’s eyes. “He looked upset.” They both glanced back and Rodolfo frowned as he saw Roach had left, appearing to be running off behind a wall.

“Mhm.” Rodolfo chuckled, standing in line with him.

They went through the first few attractions fairly quickly, though Rodolfo kept an eye out for Ghost, having a feeling that if Roach gave Ghost any indication that Soap was in the mood to cave, Ghost may try it and god the whole reason they came was to make them jealous, not for Soap to get back with them, so Rodolfo was going to keep that from happening if it killed him.

Well, maybe not if it killed him.

Thankfully, Rodolfo was fairly certain Ghost worked on the second to last attraction, which was Slasher themed. He apparently dressed up as one of the killers from Slasher Fieldtrip that year, which involved military gear and a white skull mask.

Rodolfo did notice that Soap was also glancing everywhere, rolling his eyes. “I thought you were making them jealous.” He teased, laughing when Soap blushed dark red. “You’re not very good at it.”

“I can’t exactly make them jealous when I can’t find them, now can I??” Soap huffed, loudly. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’m a correct asshole.” Rodolfo teased, shaking his head. “Regardless, you’re not doing a very good job.” He said, following Soap to the attraction that was just before the Slasher attraction. “I’m guessing you made sure Ghost was working tonight?”

“I triple checked.” Soap nodded a bit. “He’s working and doing his usual bit.”

Rodolfo snorted, softly, and then sighed, following him into the attraction. This one was a bit more houselike, though it was a collapsible house built out of shit plywood and held up by wire framing. Still, he appreciated it.

Though… he remembered there being more scare actors. In fact, there didn’t seem to be any, just the usual animatronics which, he’d admit those got him a little. They freaked him out, he didn’t like them. “Hey, Rudy?” Soap asked, startling Rodolfo as he jumped back from a doll sitting up. “I think we might be alone in here.”

“That’s… weird.” Rodolfo frowned, looking around and realizing that he didn’t really see or hear other customers, either. “That’s really weird.”

Though, he did wonder if it was meant to be a way to make the attraction creepier. Rodolfo would admit… it was working. Already, he felt unnerved by their being alone and he moved closer to Soap, biting the inside of his lip. “I’m sorry for saying they’re not scary.” He mumbled.

Soap snorted. “Lets just try to get out as fast as possible.”

Rodolfo agreed and they both quickly continued through the path in the fake house. Rodolfo was quickly reminded how fucking big the house was, as they had trouble finding their way through without the usual employee guiding him.

“Fuck!” Soap growled, after a bit. “I signed up for a haunted house, not a fucking escape room.”

Rodolfo snorted, irritated as well. “You have your phone, right? We’ll just split up and call each other when one of us finds the door. Just… text me if you find one of your exes, please?”

Soap glared at him and didn’t say anything, just heading off, so Rodolfo took that as an agreement and turned to another direction, starting to look through rooms. Fuck, this place was a maze when you didn’t have a guide…

He soon came across a kitchen, though it was fairly small. Each room seemed to be exactly the same size, likely meant for ease when taking the house down and putting it together.

Rodolfo looked around, looking for an exit point and relaxing when he saw one to the dining room, where he remembered there usually was a fire exit. He wouldn’t count on that exit, but it would be nice if they couldn’t find anything else. Instead, he just curiously looked around the kitchen, never getting a chance to really look at any part of this specific attraction since he was usually sprinting through with Soap.

So, he went up to the fake stove, snorting as he saw it was just cardboard. The dials didn’t even appear to be able to turn, which Rodolfo found amusing. He liked it, that most of this seemed to have been crafted.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

He startled, whipping around and half expecting to see Soap, but instead he couldn’t see anyone. “Soap?” He did hear some noise in response but… it sounded like sobs.

Rodolfo tensed, unsure he wanted to see what the source might be… But, he pushed through it, going to the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. On the table was a woman, who was screaming through duct tape.

Above her stood a figure, dressed exactly like one of the killers from the Slasher film. “No!” He cried as the figure brought a knife down into her chest, ripping it down her torso and spraying blood everywhere.

Rodolfo immediately felt nauseous, covering his mouth, and only able to stare in shock as she writhed, screaming in pain, before she slowed until she went limp and the figure was dragging her off the table and out of the room, the eyes behind the mask making eye contact with him the entire time.

Alright… that one got him.

The figure re-emerged from the other room shortly after, standing in the doorway and staring at Rodolfo. It was… fairly intimidating, Rodolfo would admit, but it didn’t scare him now that he’d caught on. “That’s my favorite movie series.” He said, smiling to show he wasn’t scared.

At first, the figure tilted his head before he was pulling off the mask, revealing a very attractive face underneath. “Really? It’s mine, too.” The man grinned at him and then he came up to stand in front of Rodolfo.

“You’re not very scary.” Rodolfo murmured, though he blushed at the other being this close.

“No?” The man tilted his head, still grinning. Fake blood was splattered across his face in a way that Rodolfo was embarrassed to admit was very attractive. He would admit to maybe having a thing for hot guys covered in blood and wearing masks.

Maybe.

Rodolfo shrugged, biting the inside of his lip. “I don’t think so… What’s your name?”

“My real name, I’m guessing?” The other chuckled and Rodolfo rolled his eyes, earning another laugh. “It’s Alejandro. Can I ask yours?”

“My name is Rodolfo.” Rodolfo nodded, smiling up at Alejandro. He really wasn’t that scary, now, it’d more just caught Rodolfo off guard. “Is the black masked one your favorite?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Alejandro nodded, inspecting over the black skull mask. “Which one is yours?”

“That one.” Rodolfo gestured to the mask. “My friend is partial to the white mask, but he has a thing for awkward guys.”

“So… then I’m guessing your type is tall… charismatic…” Alejandro murmured, stepping even closer to Rodolfo. “Confident…”

Rodolfo shivered when Alejandro right in front of him, having to crane his neck a little to look up at him. Not much, not nearly as much as he had to for Ghost, but it was enough to notice. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Alejandro chuckled, and the hand holding the knife reached to touch Rodolfo’s chin, tilting Rodolfo’s head back, more.

Rodolfo’s breath hitched at the action and he shivered a little, moving his eyes to Alejandro’s lips. His own parted as he tried to keep his breath even. “You got something wrong…”

“Oh?”

“The black mask uses an axe, not a knife.” Rodolfo moved his eyes back to Alejandro’s, blushing when saw the clear amusement in them.

Alejandro chuckled, softly. “I didn’t like how any of the fake axes looked.”

Rodolfo decided that was a fair response. “Do you always treat guests like this?”

“Usually they pretend to be a little more scared. Jokingly beg for their lives.” Alejandro shrugged, finally releasing Rodolfo’s face. “But… you don’t seem like the type to beg.”

“I could pretend.” Rodolfo offered, before changing his expression to be a bit more scared. “Please don’t kill me… I don’t want to die…”

Alejandro’s face lit up and he grinned again, stepping forward in a way that forced Rodolfo to have to back up, though Rodolfo didn’t mind and even played into it, letting his breath quicken and pretending to be afraid. “You’re too pretty for me to kill…”

Rodolfo turned dark red from the compliment, gasping as he hit the wall behind him and reaching behind himself to grasp at the doorframe behind him. Well… Alejandro wanted him to pretend, didn’t he?

So, he moved to the side, attempting to turn and run, though he did not get very far, lifted up by his waist and then carried over to the table where the fake blood was still pooled everywhere. However, Alejandro did lay out something over it before slamming Rodolfo into it.

The action went straight to Rodolfo’s groin and he gasped, staring up at Alejandro in shock before yanking him down by the collar, kissing him. A pleased sound came from Alejandro before he was shoving his gloved hands up under Rodolfo’s hoodie and shirt and Rodolfo gasped at the sensation on his skin, keening up into him.

Alejandro’s mouth soon moved down to his jaw and neck, biting over it in a rough manner that had Rodolfo moaning and whining, trying to grasp at Alejandro’s clothes to yank him closer. “Eres hermoso… Killing you would be such a waste…”

Rodolfo dug his nails in when Alejandro bit a sensitive part of his neck too hard, arching into him. “Would fucking me be a waste, too?”

“God, what a mouth.” Alejandro laughed, lowly, and pulled away, slightly. “I like it.”

Rodolfo laid back on the table, looking up at Alejandro through his lashes. “Please?”

“How could I say no to that…” Alejandro teased, his eyes raking over Rodolfo’s body before his hands moved down to the waistband of Rodolfo’s jeans. Rodolfo lifted his hips to help Alejandro pull them down and then he moved to wrap his legs around Alejandro’s waist, laughing when he saw Alejandro fish out a little bottle out of his pocket.

Rodolfo shook his head, “I’d tease you for having a clear goal, but hey, I fell for it.”

Alejandro only grinned at him in response before he was coating his fingers and pushing two in, the gloves providing an odd sensation that Rodolfo wasn’t entirely sure he liked or not. Even still, he was distracted by the pain, tensing and digging his nails into his palms.

“Shh…” Alejandro murmured, leaning down and then his free hand was soothing over Rodolfo’s hair.

The action startled him, especially considering they’d just been pretending Alejandro was going to kill Rodolfo, but he still found himself melting into it and pulling Alejandro closer, kissing over his neck. Alejandro released a breath when he did so, starting to work his fingers in and out. “I’m shocked I could get both in, you’re so tight…”

Rodolfo let out a breathy laugh around the pain, burying his face in Alejandro’s shoulder to try to distract himself. Soon, though, he relaxed and Alejandro was pushing in a third finger, which just restarted the cycle, repeating on the fourth until both were satisfied and then Alejandro was moving away for a moment.

However, he didn’t take too long to push in and Rodolfo tensed, immediately, as Alejandro was much bigger than he was expecting. “Fuck- Fuck, wait wait, I need a moment…” Rodolfo quickly said, lightly tapping Alejandro’s arms.

It had very quickly overwhelmed him and he took slow, deep breaths, throwing his arm over his face to block out even the mild light. “Take your time…” Alejandro murmured, leaning down and kissing over Rodolfo’s arm. The action was soft and soothing, and it definitely helped Rodolfo to relax a little.

Finally, once he was relaxed, he nodded to let Alejandro know he could move, blushing when Alejandro moved his arm off his face. Alejandro stroked his fingers down the side of Rodolfo’s face before he was suddenly thrusting fully in, causing Rodolfo to cry out.

Alejandro did not give Rodolfo a moment to recover, pulling out before thrusting back in and then repeating at a brutal pace that had Rodolfo crying out with every single movement. Pleasure coursed through his body, barely giving him a chance to breathe.

Rodolfo reached up and wrapped his arms around Alejandro’s shoulders, pulling him as close as physically possible and burying his face in his shoulder while he was fucked into. Alejandro groaned into his shoulder before biting harshly into it, the pain elevated by Rodolfo’s hoodie still being there and spreading the pain over a wider area.

“Fuck…” Rodolfo whimpered, arching into Alejandro at a sharp thrust. “You’re tearing me apart…”

Alejandro growled into him, only fucking him harder at the statement. Something about it was feral, animalistic, and Rodolfo loved it more than he could possibly state, desperately clawing at Alejandro’s back, instead.

Alejandro’s tongue dragged up and down his neck before occasionally biting him harshly, his hands moving down to drag Rodolfo further down the table so he could thrust in even harder, and Rodolfo felt like he couldn’t breathe, now practically screaming with each thrust. He covered his mouth to muffle himself, not sure he wanted any other potential scare actors to hear, while Alejandro continued to pull him apart, piece by piece.

Soon, too soon, Rodolfo felt his stomach clench and he whimpered, tapping Alejandro’s shoulder. Alejandro barely grunted in response, his hand wrapping around Rodolfo’s cock instead and starting to stroke him in time with his thrusts, which had Rodolfo’s vision whiting out as it pushed him over the edge, forcing him to bite into his own hand to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs.

Barely moments later, Alejandro’s own movements were jerking and stuttering as he cursed and growled, the sensation so fucking hot.

Then, Alejandro collapsed into Rodolfo’s chest, while Rodolfo panted and came down from the high. Fuck… Rodolfo wasn’t sure anything was ever going to top this, which was embarrassing to admit. “You should come back next year.” Alejandro chuckled and Rodolfo laughed, unsure he disagreed.

But, he didn’t respond, instead wincing as Alejandro pulled out and disposed of a condom in a nearby trashcan. Then, Rodolfo started to drag himself up, blushing when Alejandro helped him to get off the table and politely looked away while Rodolfo fixed his clothing.

“Do you have a pen?” Rodolfo asked, after Alejandro was rearranged as well.

Alejandro frowned and tilted his head before getting out a sharpie, which Rodolfo gladly accepted before taking Alejandro’s arm, rolling up the sleeve and shivering when he saw tattoos. Fuck, it was a good thing he hadn’t seen those, before… It’d be a lot harder not to break character sooner. Instead, Rodolfo found a clean patch and wrote his phone number down, giving Alejandro a flirty smile. “Call me?”

“Oh, absolutamente, hermoso.” Alejandro grinned at him, pulling his sleeve back down and taking the sharpie. “I’ll bring an axe next time. Really make it real.”

“You better.” Rodolfo teased and then winced, remembering why he’d even been there in the first place. “Can you um… show me how to get out?”

“Of course.” Alejandro offered an arm, which Rodolfo blushed at and accepted.

“You’re such a gentleman.” Rodolfo teased, smiling at the laugh he earned. “I hope the next killer treats me similar.”

“Not me! You may not come back.” Alejandro laughed and Rodolfo blushed dark. “I’ll have to tell everyone else to back off.”

“Possessive already?” Rodolfo joked, biting the inside of his lip. “I guess I have no choice but to come back.”

“Good.”

Rodolfo shook his head in amusement, glad when they finally made it to the exit. “Call me.” He reminded and relaxed when Alejandro grinned and nodded, before he finally exited, looking around for Soap and frowning deeply when he saw Soap was sitting on the hood of a cop car, a blanket wrapped around him. Soap was clearly upset, and Rodolfo tilted his head at the sheer number of cops startled him. “Soap!” He called, rushing over. “What happened??”

“Rodolfo! Steaming hell, you’re okay!” Soap quickly jumped off the car. “I managed to find the exit and when I came out, I found all of these cops and… and… I… Someone was killing people… Or someones. Three someones, dressed like the slashers from the film you like. They started to question me because Ghost is one of the actors! I tried to explain he wouldn’t do that but… they can’t find Roach or Ghost, even their bodies… Gaz won’t answer his phone, I thought maybe I could talk to Alex, but… I don’t fucking know and then you hadn’t came out, yet!”

Rodolfo’s blood ran cold. “I… what? What do you mean they’re dressed like those slashers?”

“They apparently dressed up like them and just started to kill people! It’s bad, Rudy, it’s really bad…”

Rodolfo covered his mouth, feeling himself start to shake. “I… I…” Oh god, what?! Surely it had to be a coincidence but… The sight in the dining room.. No, it’d been fake blood, it’d all been fake…

Hadn’t it??

He’d given his phone number to one of them, too…

Oh god, he was going to be sick.

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in this house, we simp for mocchi.

What’s it like having Mocchi as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs.

Mocchi is truer to his name around you: soft and sweet.

➼ Mocchi’s okay with being your personal teddy bear–he loves it when you cling to him. He’s soft and warm; a great cuddle partner, okay? Let’s say the two of you are cuddling, and you fell asleep on him. It would seriously kill him to wake you up. So, like a cat owner whose cat just slept on them, he just stays very still thinking, “Yes. This is fine.”

➼ Mocchi’s super weak to your puppy eyes. Suddenly, the tough-guy image dissolves and he’s willing to give you whatever you want. Watch him struggle as he tries not to fall for it, only to fail. You just have that power over him. Forget Izana, you’re his boss.

➼ There’s this cliché of boyfriends choosing horror movies so their girlfriends would cling to them during the scary parts, right? With Mocchi, it’s... different. Your boyfriend hates horror movies. He’s okay with slashers, but NOT ones with ghosts, demons, curses, and other such things. The idea of an enemy that he can’t just beat up and be done with really scares him. So when you watch such movies, he won’t be cowering but you notice how your boyfriend’s gone completely silent, potato chip bag crumpled in his fist. Help him, he’s stressed.

➼ Mocchi gets really shy about giving compliments. See, he wants to tell you how stunning you look but the words would NOT come out and it’s almost funny how obvious it is that he’s struggling. He doesn’t want to just tell you that you look good, because “good” doesn’t even begin to summarize how amazing you look to him. After some stammering and stuttering, he’ll end up just saying “you look good,” wishing he was more poetic.

➼ Likes to goof off and joke around with you. Tell him all your jokes because I promise you: you will be satisfied by the response. He has this loud, wheezing laugh that’s so infectious, the joke would not even need to be that funny at all. Mocchi’s laugh is guaranteed to increase its funniness.

➼ Are your fingers freezing? No worries, Mocchi has big, warm hands. He’ll take your hands in his to warm them up. You could also cuddle closer to him for warmth and he’ll act like it doesn’t affect him but he is looking away and his ears are turning pink.

➼ Mocchi’s very loud. Sometimes, he’d call you and when you put your phone to your ear, you hear an ear-shattering “Oi, [Name]!! What’s up?” “Hey, Mocchi? Don’t...yell into the phone, please?” He’s so loud to the point that you worry if anyone around you could actually hear him. You have to tell him to tone it down and he will! He just forgets to when he’s excited to tell you something.

➼ Makes sure you know very little about his gang life as possible. If it were all up to him, you’d never know that he and his friends were in gangs. You’d never know he was part of this vicious S-62 generation. He just wants you to keep seeing him as your Mocchi. Ghost movie-hating, human teddy bear Mocchi who struggles with his compliments and gives you piggyback rides when your feet are hurting.

➼ He would teach you self-defense himself. While he tries his best to keep you away from his way of life as much as possible, you never know what’ll happen, right? It’s better to be prepared. So, he teaches you different ways to render a man unconscious (at this point, you’re better at it than Shion). Mocchi often goofs around but when he’s in Teacher mode, he’s completely serious. You best take these lessons seriously.

➼ Would die before telling you, but he was bored one day and started listing down possible names for your future children (or pets, if you don’t want children). When you find it and ask what the names are for, he snatches it and tries to bring up something else. You can clearly see that he’s turning red though.

➼ Once borrowed one of your hair ties, which he kept forgetting to return to you. It was never returned at all. When it’s not in use, he wears it on his arm sometimes--kind of like his lucky charm. He’s never without it. Even in juvie, he kept it with him and never once lost it. Is it a simple black band, a beaded one, a scrunchie? What this hair tie looks like, I leave up to you.

➼ Mocchi likes to pinch your cheeks. He’ll do it first thing when he sees you, or just out of the blue. Sometimes, he’ll do it when you’re angry which either sets you off even more, or you just find it so silly that all of your anger just evaporates. I suggest doing it back to him.

➼ You frequent this one restaurant. It’s not fancy, but he knows the staff and they know you two. You do go to other restaurants, but this one is special. It may not be the best—sometimes the ramen is quite bland, but this is your spot. Many stories, jokes, and sweet words were exchanged here. While he was in juvie, you would still come here from time to time. The staff, who are already his friends, are willing to talk to you if you need it.

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voidofryu · 1 year

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[Vincent Sinclair x gender neutral!Reader]

SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE PLANNING TO OR HAVEN'T WATCHED FINISHED HOUSE OF WAX YET

TW: SLIGHT VIOLENCE

So I was flipping through my previous sketchbook and found a long handwritten fanfiction about Vincent and thought: "why not put it in Tumblr?" Also, don't request any horror slashers because I don't watch popular slasher movies or horror movies in general. I watched House of Wax because of Vincent but didn't expect the gore in there. I just did this post mainly for my own entertainment but if you guys like this, I'm glad :] More jjba fanfics coming soon!

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How did this happen? I remembered I was just trying to go on a road trip, that's all. I didn't think it would be like this, I thought everything was going great for once. Now I'm here, hands tied behind my back with duct tape on my mouth. What exactly happened before this again?

Oh, that's right. Me and my friends were just trying to go on a road trip when they had to stop because the car had no gasoline. All of us set out to find a gas station and met someone. He had a cap on with small stubble and it looked like he was throwing dead animals. He told us there was a gas station ahead and offered to drive us there. Of course, my friends agreed.

We reached at a small town called Ambrose and it looked like a ghost town but at least there was gasoline. We were about to leave when my friend, Amelie suggested to check out the building named: 'House of Wax'. The entire building was made of wax and there was even wax figures in there.

I can't remember when I blacked out but I heard my another friend, Mason screamed so me and Amelie ran out to find his girlfriend, Jane on the ground, bleeding while Mason fought with a person who is presumably the killer. Me and Amelie ran but then we heard Mason falling on the ground and a knife being pulled out and more flesh sounds. I started to run even faster as I heard Amelie scream then getting cut short.

Before I knew it, something hit the back of my head and I passed out.

3rd person pov: (describing on what happened when you blacked out)

After Bo made you faint, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you over to his house.

"Vincent!"

He shouted. A tall man with a wax mask walked towards his brother with a questioning gaze.

"Here, you know what to do."

Bo then handed you off to Vincent while Vincent carried you bridal style.

After Bo left the house to clean up the bodies, Vincent took you down to the basement and was about to put you down on the metal table when he took a glance at your peaceful face. You were so perfectly curled up in his arms that he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation rising up to his cheeks. Then, he decided something that would change his and your life forever. He decided to keep you in his little domain.

Vincent placed you on his bed, straightening your legs before tying up your ankles together and then putting your arms behind and tying your wrists. He then laid you down on the bed before brushing your hair slightly and gently. Vincent then stood up and went back to the table to finish what he was doing.

Back to your pov:

And now here I am, sitting up on the bed and looking at my captor while he was doing something. Right beside me was a black and white dog, it was sleeping so I nudged it with my knee. Fortunately, it woke up and it sat up looking at me with doe eyes. I smiled at it using my eyes and I tried directing its gaze to the ropes around my wrists. It didn't work as it started licking me and panting.

Somehow, my captor heard the dog panting and whipped his head to look at me. I flinched under his gaze and backed up until my back hit the pillows. He then signaled towards the dog to go somewhere and I watched it run off. It's his dog, no wonder it wasn't following my instructions.

I looked back at my captor and we made eye contact, our faces were inches away from each other, I could even hear his breathing behind the mask he was wearing. Suddenly, the man before me turned back and grabbed something under his bed. It was a notebook as he began to open it, he then took a pencil from the bedside table and started writing on it. He can't talk? After he was done writing in it, he reached for my face and I flinched slightly but surprisingly, I was met with a warm and soft touch.

I took a peek at the notebook and saw his name on the cover of it, it was upside down but I still managed to read it. Vincent, Vincent Sinclair. Just then, his right hand held my cheek and his left hand slowly peeled the tape off of my mouth. I didn't want to make him mad so I didn't scream.

Vincent then took the notebook and placed it on my lap, it read:

"I'm not here to hurt you"

I looked up at him and let out a shaky sentence:

"...why did you bring me here..?"

It was quiet but it was enough for him to hear. He spaced out for a bit before writing on the notebook.

"You are perfect. You didn't struggle like the others."

Vincent then started writing again.

"Stay here. Don't move."

I nodded slowly and watched him go upstairs and for once, the room was silent. Aside from the fire crackling, of course. I was thinking of calling for the dog so I started to whistle. No sound. I whistled again, louder this time.

Soon, I heard something coming downstairs. Or maybe, someone. In a split second, I was forcefully pinned down by the guy that killed my friends from earlier.

"How are you still alive?!"

He yelled.

"W-what??"

I yelled back, scared. The man smashed a glass bottle in rage and shards came flying everywhere, I managed to grab one using my mouth and spat it at him. It cut his face just a little bit but he fell back due to the pain. Then, I sat back up and grabbed one glass shard that was on the bed and started cutting the rope. I was so close to freeing myself before the man shouted:

"THAT'S IT! IF THAT FREAK WOULDN'T DO IT, THEN I WILL!!"

I freed my hands and was going for my ankles when he pinned me down again, his hands now gripping a sharp knife, it was held so close to my neck. The blade slightly cut me and it was about to go deeper until I heard frantic footsteps coming down.

Before I knew it, the man pinning me down was roughly pushed to the side and his back hit the wall harshly. What stood before me was Vincent, checking if my face had any wounds or not. When his eyes laid on my neck, he sent a hard glare to the man who was getting on his feet.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY PROTECTING THEM?! I TOLD YOU TO KILL THEM!"

The man yelled at Vincent.

Then suddenly, Vincent pulled me in closer. His right hand on my head while the other held my back. He was hugging me.

"Oh, I see..you got eyes on them now, huh?"

The man said, mockingly.

Vincent growled deeply, that threatening gaze never leaving. Soon, the man groaned in annoyance and stomped upstairs.

Vincent looked at me and even though he was wearing a mask, I could see his eyes softening. I suddenly winced when I felt something brushed up the wound on my neck, it was his hand. He started panicking and started looking around, probably looking for a first aid kit. I had to reassure him that I am alright and I am fine. It seemed to calm him down a little bit.

After bandaging me up a little bit, Vincent then sat on the bed and put me in between his legs before back hugging me. He put his head on my shoulder and reached for the notebook on his bed before slowly writing:

"Stay here with me"

#slashers x reader #slashers #horror slashers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax #fanfictions #fanfiction

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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So a fun little thing about me is I want to learn how to do sfx makeup and like props for horror movies and stuff like that and this got me an idea. What about The Sinclair brothers (poly preferd), Billy Lenz, The Grabber and Candy man with an s/o who makes stuff like that. Like masks, fake wounds, etc. I saw you wanted more requests and I jumped

tysm!! love seeing ur requests smh, but this is so creative i love it, and ofc i can do poly sinclair brothers :) sfx makeup is much beyond my abilities and its so cool that you wanna learn how to do it, they would absolutely love this

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Slashers x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Fluff, Blood Description

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Sinclair Brothers

you were down in vincents room, all the boys were upstairs for the moment, dealing with some unexpected visitors brought in generously by lester

you were of course unsupervised, and whats better than making your own entertainment? remembering vincents mask, you toyed with the idea of how moldable wax was, and that led you to making your own creations with wax while you awaited on someone to come in

upon seeing you, lester is in awe, a dramatic gasp from him with his goody smile, eyebrows raised and hes just so shocked how clever you are

"Little possum here is just too damn smart!"

praises you a lot because he thinks its all so cool to find out your hidden hobbies

when vincent sees you, hes looking over you quietly, admiring how you two may share some common interests, hes always wanted to do more with you so this is the perfect opening

teach him how to smooth his mask and add details? maybe just for the date time but adding little swirls or patterns, molding shapes that appear like horns to the top of his mask, or a proper fitting nose area? he thinks this time is intimate and loves it, of course this may come later in the relationship but nonetheless he desires it

'My mask can be easily molded back, why not have fun?'

signs to you more when you do things like this, feels its easier to talk and loosen up

he will have you down here more often, you can watch him work and talk about sfx application, or if youre comfortable enough, help him apply wax to the figures? if youre talented with sfx, why not that?

when bo lays his eyes on what youve done, hes slightly freaked out, a quick "jesus!" leaves his mouth before he can process what you did, its just shock

"Darlin' what the fuck is that!"

after sitting down with you and having you explain to him just what it is and what its purpose is, he grunts and fives you s little nod while grasping your forearm, observing the foe wound

he brushes a finger over it and observes how real it looks

"Think you could, y'know, gimme a lesson?"

he tries to be subtle that he likes it, remaining his charm on the outside, but he really does want to know more about how & what its made of

lester will practically beg you to teach him, maybe vincent will help you and him with forming it!

bo takes no part besides getting to sfx wounds, he thinks the intricacies will help him in the future, and will do 50/50; you putting the sfx on him while he smiles down at you doing it, and the other part is him concentrating so thoroughly on it that he either perfects it or gets frustrated because you make it look easy, vincents caught on already and lester is happy even if his wound looks more like a kindergartner put glue on his hand

they all take interest in it for their own little reasons, but they all think its cool, and useful, and may ask you for help more often, maybe on them, maybe on the wax figures, either way theyre happy to know more about you!

The Grabber

you had scarce things in the basement, however, over time you became trusted, and were eventually allowed to have more and more things, including hobbies

youve had this as your hobby before you were stranded, and thought a light hearted prank wouldnt hurt Al, he needs to loosen up anyways

the moment you requested all needed materials, he gave you a look, and thoughts ran through his head as to what you could possibly want

even when he said yes, got the materials and drove back to give them to you hes skeptical, maybe this is the test he needs to see your loyalty, why not leave you for a few hours to see how far you can go

eventually when he did go back down, he sees you laying on the mattress, and what appears like blood staining your ankle, a large cut surfacing

shit

he strides over to you, shaking you and inspecting you, speaking your name in concerned shushed tones

caressing your cheek, until he sees a small smile appear on your face, leaving him a heavy breathing mess, letting out a sigh before pulling your ankle to him, putting his thumb over it

once you explain it to him, hes invested, asking auestions left and right, seeing the material and how blended it is, he wants to know how you can manipulate sfx like that to make it so genuine

his intents are hard to tell, you cant tell if hes going to use it against you, or against somebody else, but you dont wanna know

he uses this as an excuse to spend more time together, this is an intricate hobby that requires precision & guidance, and he wants your help more than you know

"Jesus, what do I do after this?"

he likes to have you physically guide him, your hands taking his as you help him, of course hes not paying attention, hes entranced in your feel

hes so happy to learn more about you, so when hes not using your hobbies to get more time out of you, hes generally happy to try something, no guarantee hes good, but its worth a shot

if you mimick his masks hes overjoyed, he loves the way you look when you observe him so hard to perfect it

in the end, he is fascinated with everything about you, and this just adds fuel to the fire, he wants to know more of you & get more experience with you, afterall, most everything he does is for you

"Oh! Don't you look sweet in my image, hm?"

Candyman

he is the best one by far

so you were messing around in your bathroom, holding up a prop to see if the coloring was even all throughout

candyman had been gone for sometime, leaving you with a kiss on the hand before parting, saying he'd be back soon enough, so you were at your house, waiting for him to come to you

with that, your eyes saw something tall appear in the mirror behind you, and an outstretch arm massaged your shoulder kindly

"My darling, what do we have here?"

he puts his head on your shoulder and lets you ramble on about it, observing your prop, and eventually taking it from you to see the detail, he thinks the dedication is charming and hes proud of you, saying how time consuming it mustve been and how it takes a certain eye to be this thorough

after figuring this out about you, hes intrigued, maybe having you show him more of what you can do & letting you experiment with things on him, experimenting is the best way to gain experience and hes all for it

if youd like, he'll help you improve it, maybe suggestions or kind questions, but thats only if you want it, hes respectful either way

if you suggest a night where he tries it, hes not goin to say no, theres no point in not doing something just for fun, so he'll smile and nod, kissing your forehead

overall this man is supportive and caring, checking in frequently to see updates or improvement, and will steal supplies if you run out, hes never against supporting your hobbies, he loves to see your smile and quality time

"A date with blood, how thrilling,"

Billy Lenz

unlike most others, hes going to sneak up on you when you werent planning to tell him about it, hes creeping around the attic and sees you hunched over something, silently working and concentrating

he creeps up behind you and just stares intently at what your doing, unbeknownst to you

that is until he sits himself down next to you and moves his head sporadically around your hand, seeing a wound and freaking out

he grips your hand and breaths heavily, asking who did this and if his pretty piggy is alright

does not let you speak, and will take his shirt to wipe the blood away

not until he realizes that when the whole wound is gone, and hes silent and still in shock that he shouldve let you talk

"Is Pretty Piggy ok? Why was Billy's Pretty Piggy hurt!"

he means well, but will then bombsrd you with questions about how that happen and what did he do, he needs a short clarification to ease him

once you settle him & tell him what happened, his interests are piqued, how can you make it look so good? what does it feel like? what else can you do? can you do that on him? can he try?

hes all for it, having something to stimulate his hands and mold, while making art is right up his ally, hes shaking with excitement when you say he can try

messy, very messy

whatever he makes hes thrilled, spending time with you and making things? hes in heaven

will continually bring it up so you two can work, and if you ever so run iut of supplies he will see if he can steal from the house and its holders, anything to keep the fun going

he will steal your supplies and make his own things, being more than thrilled to display it for you and awaits for your obviously happy feedback because, just look at how great he did

overall he is just as excited and into it now as you are, he wants you to do it more often because its now practically his hobby, making masks to scare you or experimenting with fake wounds has him jumping for joy

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this is the one where i got to finishing candyman last night snd was tanked so i finished it today😭 but thank you sm man i loved this request and i hope you like the outcome🙏

requests are open, masterlist is up!

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