Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~Slasher's Hanging Out With S/O's Child~🔪

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Stu & Billy, Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Requested by Leaf_2008

Fluff time motherfuckers!

Bo Sinclair

It was honestly cute how Bo ran around shouts of protest flying from his mouth, hands outstretched, as he chased a toddler. Joyous giggles filled the outside of the gas station Bo spent most of his time in. "Get yer butt back here!" Bo yelled a playful grin on his face. "Never monster!" the child called clutching a wrench Bo was currently using in their small arms.

With a screech, the child was lifted from the ground, "Caught ya." Bo dramatically roared snatching the wrench from the child's arms tucking it into his back pocket.

Your child caught sight of you in their peripheral vision. Twisting in Bo's arms little hands reached out to you, "Saveeee me!" they cried out through a smile only to burst into laughter.

You gasped feigning horror before chasing Bo in an attempt to save your poor baby.

Vincent Sinclair

Warmth flooded your chest at the sight before you.

Vincent and your child were sitting side by side leaning on one another as they slept. A child's book was on the floor in front of the couch Vincent and your child rested on, the cover was open still, the pages pressed awkwardly against the rug below foot.

They must have dozed off with reading, as silently as possible you moved about securing a fluffy blanket before draping it over the duo. "Rest well, my loves."

Lester Sinclair

Hushed whispering caught your attention when you first entered your and Lester's shared home. Soft words and giggles made you smile a "They're never gonna find us," from a small voice making you brake out in a smile.

With one hand on your hip, you loudly said "Now, now. Where could my babies be?" creeping into the home further you let yourself spend a good time walking around. Occasionally checking obviously empty spots until the barely stifled chucking came from right in front of you.

With a shout, you yanked open the cabinet door "Found you!" you exclaimed your voice being dwarfed by giddy shouting and Lester's, thankfully, fake screaming.

Stu & Billy

You couldn't believe your eyes.

The front door slammed against the wall, the atmosphere in your and your lover's shared home growing tense as you gazed at the heaps of toys coating the floors for as far as you could see. It was a complete mess.

"Were dead-" "Shut up, Stu."

As soon as the voices met your ears you were off in the direction of your child's room. Swinging the door open before making your way inside. The two men sitting around the small tea table sweating as you glared at them. All it took was a second and your rage turned to shock, then to laughter.

Both Billy and Stu were held captive, their wrists tied together with slinkies and yo-yos, your child smiling up at you proudly.

Brahms Heelshire

"Look!"

Softly you laughed eyeing the small cardigan that was suddenly shoved into your arms. "What's this?" you questioned eyeing the handmade apparel "Brahms helped me make it!" your child was gushing an embarrassed Brahms standing behind them, his hand being held by much smaller ones. "We made you one too!"

With that, the three of you were clad in matching cardigans for the day. With glee, you joined the duo letting Brahms help you and your child fashion a multitude of crude but useable clothing items.

While the activity in itself was nice the best part was seeing Brahms and your child interacting, the both of them holding bright smiles the whole time as they helped each other; despite neither of them truly knowing what they were doing.