#vincent sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.

The Grabber

The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.

Hannibal Lecter 

Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned. 

Vincent Sinclair 

Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.

Bo Sinclair

Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.

Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.

You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.

And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.

You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.

The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.

Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.

And behind you... was someone.

You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.

Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?

Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.

They took one forwards.

You took another step.

They did too.

It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.

Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.

Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?

You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.

With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.

You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.

They were catching up.

A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.

Keep pushing. Keep going.

And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.

Freddy Krueger

He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away

He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim

But something about your fright felt off

Someone else was after you

The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit

You looked so desperate and scared

In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way

Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else

He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves

But clearly that other person had spooked you more

You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help

You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you

The person who was once following you no longer had a head

You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face

"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled

Michael Myers

Michael raised a single brow under his mask

Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?

You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you

"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out

He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of

It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him

He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt

He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure

You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up

Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground

You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest

You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out

It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around

He was still behind you

As you kept walking, he kept following

You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?

Jason Voorhees

He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?

How did he miss someone so cute too?

Oh, you're running towards him instead of away

This is odd

If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him

"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him

He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason

Now, who's being hunted?

The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did

However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe

He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills

Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears

You weren't... scared?

He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him

At least he was right about his earlier judgment

You were cute

Too cute to turn into just another victim

Thomas Hewitt

He was actually making his way towards you both

He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu

But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...

Something in him shook

Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side

The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"

And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head

You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly

"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper

He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him

He really really didn't want to kill you

But what would his family think?

Only one way to find out, he supposes

With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you

So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety

He tilted his head in confusion

Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him

So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry

He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners

He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight

Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid

You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot

It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings

Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior

He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow

And what were you going to do?

Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was already on edge

He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy

So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack

Until he saw the desperation on your face

"Help! Please!" you begged him

And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny

He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company

Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look

And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately

He could have killed the guy, sure

But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore

Why? Because you were coming home with him

And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving

He'll make sure of it

Norman Bates

Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place

All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black

And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic

Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him

And that's when he saw another figure in the distance

"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"

He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man

He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him

"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."

His brows furrowed as his face twitched

Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back

But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out

He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person

He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to

Billy Loomis

You were terrified, that was obvious

But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead

You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand

"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned

This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were

The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade

Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school

And God, were you pretty

"Shit," he whispered

He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back

It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time

"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate

Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask

He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day

Stu Macher

He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight

The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization

And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction

Tears began to stream down your face at this

Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point

He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back

"P-please, don't, I-"

He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response

You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do

But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep

He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded

He spared you?

It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation

Until you turned on the news

There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before

Another apparent criminal from the area...

You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang

"Unknown caller"

Huh, weird

Vincent Sinclair

Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building

But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone

So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow

However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do

Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection

So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him

The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone

"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards

Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you

Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry

But oh well

You were just too sweet to let go stale

Bo Sinclair

He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him

And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him

His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face

A mighty cute thing, you are

"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked

How precious

Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?

He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you

But no

He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"

Tears begin to stream down you face

How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?

He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive

But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head

He'd be a great addition to the museum

You turn to your "savior" in confusion

"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"

Michael Myers

Similar to Jason; You’re not hearing a single noise from him. His vocal cords could be missing for all you know. But you will hear lots of his eerie breathing. Whether it’s measured and calm or strained and staggering, those are the only noises you might hear before he’s suddenly in front of you.

And he actually lives for scaring you. Will press himself into your back when you least expect it and relish in your gasping. Loves to watch you from dark corners and see how long you take to figure out. Your guard is gonna be up for the rest of your life honestly.

Does he use sign language? No! He was taught it during his time in the asylum, so if you sign to him he’ll understand just fine. But he refuses to use it himself. His silence is a choice, it’s a way to isolate himself further into his role as The Shape. He honestly doesn’t care if you understand him or not, he doesn’t have anything he wants to say to you that he can’t say through actions.

When you’re yapping, you’ll get the occasional head tilt and if you’re really really lucky, a thumbs up or down. That’s all you’re ever gonna get from him. He might as well have fallen asleep honestly, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference under his mask.

Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)

So while he doesn’t “talk”, he is most definitely not silent. This guy babbles like nobody’s business, he grunts and squeals, he goes around making all sorts of noises to himself when he’s in a real good mood. If he’s actually ever quiet for an extended period of time, that means he’s in desperate need of a hug honestly. A lot of his rambling does almost sound like words, but he can never quite fully get them out coherently. His tone is usually enough to let you know what he’s thinking though.

And while he can be decent at sneaking when he’s locked in, hunting someone down, that basically never applies to you or the rest of the family. Drayton constantly yells at him to stop parading around the house, his large frame is bumping into anything and everything. Plus he has a touch of echolalia, so any fun noises he happens to hear are being imitated ten times over. You can hear him coming from a mile away.

Does he use sign language? …he tries. Much like verbal communication, he tends to be really clumsy and struggles a lot with it. First of all, it’s gonna take a while for him to memorize even basic signs, although he does have a wonderful time learning from you. Secondly, once he does get them in his head, it doesn’t always translate well to his hands. His big fingers tend to get caught up in each other, his movements sometimes get too jittery and sloppy to properly show what he wants to say. It’s just not in his skill set.

That being said, he’s still so incredibly expressive. You’re able to tell his happy stimming from his nervous stimming, he makes a lot of “uh huh”s and “nuh-uh”s, not to mention the way his eyes sparkle through the mask. And every time you talk to him, the entire world fades away so he can focus on you, just because he finds you utterly fascinating.

(Sorry no Thomas Hewitt, haven’t seen the movie)

Vincent Sinclair

I imagine he’s on the slightly-more ‘realistic’ range of being silent. As in, completely quiet most of the time, but he still lets out little hums and sighs to let you know what he’s thinking. The very occasional airy laugh, sometimes a groan.

He’s either tip-toeing or stomping, no in between. When he’s in a good mood, usually while focused on his art, he has a way of dancing around the room gracefully, like he’s barely touching the floor. And when he’s not, you can definitely hear it, his feet hitting the ground hard as he paces. He doesn’t like sneaking up on you though, he gives you a lot of gentle touches to let you know he’s around.

Does he use sign language? Yes! I think it’s something his parents would’ve had him learn once it was apparent he was non-verbal. Unfortunately, Bo purposefully avoided learning any and Lester only knows a little, so he used it less and less after their passing and he isolated himself into his work. Once you come along, however, and he figures out you know sign he falls right back into it. He’s a bit brief and minimal with what he chooses to say, but very poetic and careful with his words.

He also likes to leave you a lot of handwritten notes, usually accompanied by little doodles and sketches. Mostly of you, telling you how pretty you looked while you slept or how wonderfully that shirt you wore complimented your complexion. Every now and then, you’ll find smiley faces and hearts randomly drawn onto your hands and arms. He never fails to let you know he’s thinking of you.

Billy Lenz

Honestly he almost didn’t make this list, because he’s anything but silent. Majored in blabbering with a minor in being a siren. His lips basically never stop moving, he likes to loom over you and narrate everything in his own filthy language. When he does get quiet, it’s eerie, it means something is wrong and you should probably be very worried. But otherwise you’re getting front row seats to every single thought that’s being passed through his head, no matter how dirty or senseless or repetitive.

Despite this, he is very quiet as he moves around and he lives for scaring the shit outta you. He’ll bite his own tongue until it’s bleeding just so you don’t hear him as he lurches up behind you, giddy at your cluelessness. He delights in hearing you scream for him in lots of ways. Despite some sporadic hand gestures, I think he’s learned to be very careful and tentative with his movements. Can’t be caught making a racket in the attic, after all.

Does he use sign language? Doesn’t need to. He’s hyperverbal, if anything. However it would probably be useful for him to have a way to talk to you when he’s lost in a panic and only repeating the same four words over and over, eyes glazed over and holding onto you for dear life. But don’t bother bringing that up, he’ll become very offended. If he was put into an asylum or psyche ward at any point, he definitely got one of the other patients to teach him all the of cuss words and naughty things to say in sign. He uses those quite liberally, actually.

And echolalia to the max. You yelped while stubbing your toe once, and three days later he’s still repeating that same noise at every opportunity. Whenever you ask him a question, it’s likely his answer is gonna directly copy something you’ve said before. This guy loves being a parrot. Any sound he finds remotely interesting is going into his index of ‘noises to make whenever I damn please’. This is especially apparent while watching movies with him, he copies all the sound effects, but especially gunshots and shattered glass. And screams, he loves any and all screaming, actually. This is cute and all until you’re trying to go to sleep and he just…doesn’t turn it off.

Brahms Heelshire

So he definitely can talk…but most of the time he doesn’t care too. Unless speaking will directly benefit him, he prefers to be quiet and observant. It’s a habit he got from living in the walls and his existence being ignored most of his life. So a lot of staring at you, all the physical affection you could ask for, only a few necessary words exchanged. He does enjoy listening to you speak, though, adores the sound of your voice.

Just like Lenz, all his movements are cautious and mindful, unless he’s absolutely pissed about something. And while you don’t get the feeling he’s purposely trying to scare you, he does find it pretty cute to see you jump in his presence. He’ll mutter a small “sorry” while wrapping his arms around you, as though he doesn’t have a massive grin under his mask. He also has a thousand secret passages and pathways around his massive house and many, many ways of spying on you. Basically, you’ll go hours without seeing him and being absolutely oblivious to his whereabouts while he’s been following and watching you through the walls like ‘wow, we’re bonding :)’

Does he use sign language? Nope. Even if he was a bit of a quiet kid, it wasn’t enough to justify his parents having it taught to him. And they certainly weren’t going to bother after the fire. He’s reclusive, but his struggles with communication are more of a social issue than a verbal one. He probably knows other languages though, something dumb and fancy like Latin. Or maybe French.

If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...

RZ Michael Myers:

Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.

'78 Michael Myers:

He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.

Brahms Heelshire:

He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.

Billy Lenz:

You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.

Martin Mathias:

Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.

Carrie White:

At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.

Billy Loomis and Stu:

Just Billy:

Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.

Just Stu:

Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.

Both:

If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.

Vincent Sinclair:

-He don’t care.

-he tolerates you=he loves you. That includes your body. He likes that he can squish you without it hurting too much.

-not much to say for him, because he literally doesn’t say anything at all. Though he DOES like to pick you up if you’re complaining about your weight. It gets his point across that you’re perfect for him.

-little shit.

-literally little too. Scrawny. Fast. He says something backhanded and scitters away like a cockroach before you can give him a whack.

-he pmo so bad I love him so much.

-if you show that you’re hurt he will only be meaner tbh

-you have to cry/give silent treatment before he stops and apologizes.

-don’t accept his bare minimum “im sorry”s either. If you do that, it’s not enough of a punishment, and he’ll keep being mean.

-he loves your body, but He only really shows it during sex when he’s gripping, rubbing and slapping it.

-“I want that one.”

-I feel like he is a chubby chaser, but it just doesn’t register in his head that he is one. He just likes it.

-he is BRICKED watching you bend over and clean. He’s bricked all the time around you.

-he can’t help it though he just loves you so much.

-cuddles are hard because you’re both just so WARM. (This is a problem that will occur in later scenarios too)

-he loves your breasts specifically. He likes being able to rest his head on them. He just likes being held.

-he doesn’t stop calling you piggy bro.

-slaps your ass when he gets the chance. He likes watching it jiggle. You usually hear him giggle and run away after. Don’t chase, he’s already in the attic.

-He REALLY likes your body. Tits, ass, thighs, tummy, ALL of it.

-he’s not as warm as Brahms, so cuddling him isn’t torture. He’s actually pretty chilly. Warm him up. Let him grab your butt. Hand warmer. Please.

-he loves you so bad.

-He isn’t AS scared of breaking you. It’s comforting.

-if you make him food he will literally do anything for you. It reminds him of his mom. You provide and comfort him like she does. He loves you so much.

-he wants to keep you in a little room with your favorite things. He can’t help it!!

-Another one who dont care

-ur his mate.

-literally so neutral idk why i even included him.

-WAIT breeding kink and he talks about your tits okay bye

-little shit #2

-pokes your tummy and runs away. Feels less loving than how billy does it.

-all jokes aside he’s putting you in missionary to watch your boobs jiggle.

-speaking of boobs, he grabs them, squeezes them, and puts his horn in your face while he does it. He’s so funny.

-I couldn’t find a gif for little shit #3

-one night stand turned into him feeling comfortable shoving his face in your “fat fuckin’ tits”

-Nono he’s def a chubby chaser, but also a joke maker.

-please don’t get insecure he’s just a clown

-little shit #4

-totally Im denial about his attraction.

-will tell you to go away just so he can watch your ass as you walk through the door.

-he’s mean, but you get his cock real hard.

-finally a sweet boy

-he thinks you’re a work of art. You know those candles of torsos they sell at those witchy-hippie shops? He has like three of those he MADE based of YOUR body.

-touchy if you’ll let him.

-how could you possibly be insecure with him?

BRO IT WONT LET ME ADD MORE PICS SO THIS IS A DIVIDER AND IM TALKING ABOUT LESTER SINCLAIR NOW

-anyway this is another boy who don’t care

-he’s perverted, but more sweet than anything.

-also picks you up to show that you’re light as a feather!