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zepp-l1n · 1 year

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His Anchor

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!reader

summary: sometimes Kaz needs a comforting presence. fic type - angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship warning - Kaz's haphephobia and trauma :(, also a little ooc Kaz at the end?? word count - 1,494 a/n: hiii! hope you guys enjoy!

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It wasn't unusual for Kaz to get overwhelmed and slip into one of his episodes. Too much time spent in interactions, physical or not, would cause him to feel the water rise up his spine and start to consume him. In the past during times like these, Kaz would run off and lock himself into his room. No one was to come in, and no one was to go out. Now things were different. Now he had (Y/N).

The girl had become apart of his team of Crows early on, but it wasn't until a little while ago that the two crossed into a relationship status past friends (one that Kaz refused to call "lovers" due to his hatred for visible weaknesses). Since they had reached this point, the two had been working on trying to break down Kaz's walls. Understandably, the couple had been taking it slow, and didn't try to go to far out of Kaz's comfort zone.

So far, they had managed to make some progress. The first step had been hand holding in short time frames - which was okay, with or without gloves.

Next had been opening up about Kaz's childhood. (Y/N) still didn't know much, due to the fact that she didn't want to push him to far to fast, but it was enough for her to understand where he was coming from. Now, when he had the episodes, she was right there with him - staying far enough away so to not make it worse, but close enough that he wouldn't have to go through it alone. She was now his savior, pulling him back to shore when the waters threatened to drown him. And he needed that safety, especially in moments like these.

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Kaz was crouched in the corner of his room. His goal had been to huddle up on his bed where he would be more comfortable, but the waves had become to much for him to go any farther. All he could see was Jordie. All he could see was Jordie. There was no escaping him. He could feel the cold hands of Jordie and the others gripping at his body.

Kaz had been alone in his study when the attack hit him, so he didn't have far to go to hide away. Unbeknownst to him, (Y/N) had seen his shaken form enter his room. She subtly excused herself from the conversation she was having with Nina and Matthias, and calmly made her way to the room. Inside, her brain was running a mile a minuet. She knew how bad Kaz could get sometimes, and she could only hope that he was alright.

Inside the room, the boy had curled into himself farther, trying to get any slight piece of relief. He was too far into his own head that he didn't notice (Y/N)'s knock on his door, nor did he notice her enter the room.

"Kaz?" she quietly called out. Her gaze drifted to the boy on the ground - the boy she had grown to truly care about. She could tell he was hyperventilating, a common occurrence during these episodes, but his breathing was far more erratic than usual. "Kaz, sweetheart?" (Y/N) closed in on the boy, arms cautiously open and outstretched. Kaz still didn't notice her. Once more, she stepped towards him. "Kaz, I need you to listen to me, okay?"

His gloved hands were painfully clasped around his shoulders. He couldn't take in anything other than the water and Jordie. Nothing else seemed to be real.

(Y/N)'s hands reached for Kaz's. She didn't know what she was planning on doing, but she knew that she needed to bring him out of the episode fast, for his sanity and hers. "I'm here Kaz." she mumbled, soft hands winding around the leather she had become happily accustomed to. "You're safe. You're here with me." Her words and movements were gradually becoming more frantic. While keeping one hand on his, she brought the other back to herself for a moment. She knew that holding him anywhere else was way past the boundaries they had broken, and although it could possibly help, she wasn't sure if it would make things off between them afterwards.

A broken gasp brought (Y/N)'s attention back to the boy in front of her. Kaz's chest was rapidly heaving, trying to take in unnecessary amounts of air. His already shaking body seemed to increase in speed. She needed to do something, and fast.

(Y/N) knew that even the slightest bit of cold flesh may send him farther into his episode, so she quickly pulled both hands away and started rubbing them together to get some friction. Once they were as warm as she could get them, (Y/N) placed her hands onto his body - the left cradling his neck, and the right caressing his face. She pulled his body tight against hers, resting his head on her clothed chest. From this angle he would be able to hear her madly-paced heartbeat. "Kaz, darling, please." she loudly begged.

In Kaz's head, and behind Jordie's angry yells, he started to hear a steady 'thump'. Warmth enveloped his face and neck, pushing away some of the violent waves.

Soft cries started to leave the girls mouth. She couldn't help the frustrated and scared tears misting over her eyes, or the overly panicked thoughts rushing through her head.

Kaz could feel the waves dying down, but he still couldn't get away from the cold and damp feeling of the death he experienced. The thumping was still a steady tune, pulsing through the back of his conscience. He knew something or someone was there, but he couldn't get away.

"I'm here." her choked words returned to their former softness, but still repeated rapidly, as if speaking them over and over would bring him out of his trance. "Please..."

The thumping grew louder, and faster in pace. Whatever it was, Kaz was sure would burst in minuets. It echoed in his mind, blocking out Jordie's yells - blocking out the smell of sea water and the feeling of water filling his lungs. Then came the call of a soft a familiar voice - one that he could recognize and point out within all of the crowds in Ketterdam. (Y/N). The dark haze started to clear from his mind, letting him take in the sight of the girl holding him.

For a moment everything stopped. It was as if Kaz was someone else - as if he hadn't lost Jordie, or been dumped with the other bodies, or as if he could freely touch anything and anyone he wanted. He felt the soft skin pressing on his neck and face, and subconsciously leaned into it. Fresh tears streamed from his eyes, coming into contact with the soft skin he now adored, and he couldn't help but let out matching whimpers and cries of his own.

A soft gasp sounded from about him, "Kaz!" He could feel the girl start to pull away, the feeling of her warmth leaving his cold body, and he swiftly pulled her back.

"Stay." his broken voice whispered. "I'm sorry." Her heartbeat rang in his ears, proving to him that she was real, not some body he was forcefully sat beside.

"Don't be," she hoarsely muttered. "You have nothing to apologize for. Not to me." Her right hand ran over the rough skin of his cheek, brushing against the small scars that littered the area.

"I do." his voice vibrated against her shoulder. "You shouldn't have to deal with this."

(Y/N) pulled his face away from her, and used her hands to force his stare back in her direction. "Kaz Brekker, don't start with that. I am here - to help, to hold, to get you through the unnecessary suffering. I will be here every step of the way." Her voice never raised above a whisper.

"But-" he started, but (Y/N) cut him off.

"No. I will be here. I will be your tether back to reality, whenever I am needed. I will bring you back to me - back to the crows - back to yourself. We will get through this. One day, things will get better. One day, I will have you, without your armor. But until then, I will be with you every step of the way." (Y/N)'s eyes pierced into his own throughout her entire speech. Her words and look were enough to render Kaz, for the first time, speechless.

Kaz leaned forward, securing himself back into her arms. He didn't know how much longer this moment would last, or how much longer he'd be able to hold her without feeling the need to throw up, but he knew she would wait as long as it took for him to be free of his fears and hold her like this always. He knew that he had her. he finally had his anchor, and he wasn't letting it go.

#reader insert #grishaverse #shadow and bone x reader #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows imagine #six of crows #six of crows x reader #kazzle dazzle #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #freddy carter #kaz dirtyhands brekker

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authorred · 1 year

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To Love Kaz Brekker | Kaz Brekker x fem!Reader | Shadow and Bone | Part 2

Masterlist

Preface: A botched solo mission leaves you injured and forced to kill to escape. You enter the Crow Club in a hurry and don’t talk to anyone. You isolate yourself in your room so you can fix yourself, but someone decides to make his presence known outside your door.

Kaz Brekker is a different kind of ‘love from a distance’ yk

Part 1 Part 3

Warning(s): Mild injuries, mentions of blood, description of injuries

Tags: Softcore pining, awkward interaction, losers in love

To love another is no easy feat. It takes patience and trust. Respect and compassion. To be able to wait for someone through a finite storm is an ability not everyone has, nor wants. But you have it. And you’ll wait through any severity of weather, even if there’s no promise of a rainbow at the end.

Hobbling to your room like a battered old woman, you made sure to cover yourself with a cloak you took off a merchant before your arrival. Jesper and Inej observe you skirt around the Crow Club, hugging the side walls before scurrying up to your room. The sharpshooter and wraith share a look before shrugging. They’ll check in on you later and they know better than to annoy a heartrender.

You shrug off your outer clothes and examine your wound through the shredded fabric of your shirt. Some shitbag nailed you right in the torso with a bullet. Luckily, he didn’t hit anywhere vital, but it still hurt, and you’re still bleeding. With a soft grunt you untie your shirt and carefully peel it away from your body. A clean entry wound presents itself at the front of your torso and you’ve no doubt the exit wound looks worse.

With a sigh, you carefully sit down on a chair, grunting lightly when you irritate the injury. Looking down at yourself, you carefully start to weave your tissue and muscles back together, face cringing lightly from the feeling. It didn’t hurt because you were blocking pain receptors, but it felt weird to your other nerves. The squirming and sewing-together of your insides felt equivalent to sliding your hand through a large trough of mucus-covered meat. You wanted to shiver but you couldn’t.

Sewing together your entrance wound took an agonizingly long time. If it was on someone else, you could’ve done it in ten minutes. Perhaps it was due to the fact there’s no rush; you’re safe in the Crow Club (hopefully). The real issue is trying to do the exit wound, which is almost directly behind you. You’ll need mirrors and very flexible shoulders.

Standing and shuffling around your room, you manage to assemble a doable set up--with a standing mirror behind you and a wall mirror in front of you. You adjust both to be able to see your exit wound--which is as gnarly as you thought. You sigh deeply and bring your arms behind your back, attempting twist your wrists so your palms are facing your body. You succeed, but it’s extremely uncomfortable, and you already hurt from being shot.

That’s when you hear it. A strong, steady heartbeat outside your room. No one announces themself--no one knocks--but they’re standing there. You know who it is. You know why they’re there.

“Kaz,” you call out. “People can suffer in silence, you know. You have to see them to know if they’re okay.” A few seconds pass and you know Kaz is thinking. You turn your head to the door when it slowly starts to creak open.

When Kaz opens the door enough to walk into your room, he immediately looks to the side when he sees you in undergarments. You can see him swallow nervously and his heart picks up speed a little.

You look back at your reflection. “You should be coming up with a new plan with Inej and Jesper. I didn’t fail, but I did alarm. And that’ll cause problems.”

“The planning can wait until you’re fixed.”

“I’m already halfway there.” Your wrists and hands flex uncomfortably when you move them, soft grunts leaving you. “I’ll be patched up by the time you’re done.”

Kaz sneaks a glance at you, eyes lingering on the wound you’re trying to patch up. Then his gaze moves to your arms and hands, which are in a specific position that makes you look like a demon’s possessed you. You’re succeeding; he can see your wound being manipulated and the hole getting smaller, but you’re struggling. Swallowing, he takes an unsteady step forward until he finds himself traipsing over to you.

You pause your heartrending when you see his reflection standing behind yours. You blink, then slowly turn your head to look at him. “What? You can’t help with this.”

He’s struggling to keep your gaze as it switches between your eyes and down at your arms. Picking up his cane to hold between his arm and side, he slowly reaches out to gently press his gloved hands against your arms.

Your brows scrunch when you’re trying to figure out what he’s doing. He’s not grabbing your arms, rather he’s supporting them. He’s taking tension from your shoulders.

You turn your head back around and continue to heartrend yourself, having an easier time than before. You’re painfully aware of his close proximity to you--you’re insanely aware of his physical contact as well. You can feel him shaking and you can hear his heart racing.

“You don’t have to do this,” you say quietly. “Your heart is racing. Please move away if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” his response is slightly forced and shaky. “Stop listening to my heart and focus on fixing yourself.”

You sigh softly and try your best to fix yourself as fast as you can. You cringe lightly when you reach a particularly painful part of your body where you didn’t block the pain receptors. You let out a strained grunt in response and you can see Kaz’s eyes look at you in concern from the mirror.

“I’m fine,” you quickly say. “It just hurt a little. I’m almost done.”

Kaz nods and looks back down at your hands and back, silent.

You’re done in two minutes and as soon as you are, you move away from him to keep him from being uncomfortable. You turn to him and smile softly. “You didn’t need to do that. I would’ve managed.”

Kaz places his cane back on the floor and leans on it. “You got done faster though, didn’t you?”

You stare at him for a moment before nodding. “I suppose I did. Thank you.”

Kaz attempts a small smile, but it’s almost indiscernible--it looks like a weird wince. “We meet at the bar in ten.” He turns and walks to the door. “Jesper and Inej are wondering if you’re okay.”

“Tell them I’m fine and I’ll be down in five.”

Kaz nods, not turning to look at you. He closes the door on his way out and you can hear his heartbeat move farther and farther from your room.

You notice how it’s faster than before.

You notice how yours is faster than his.

Ah, yes. To love Kaz Brekker is no easy feat.

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the-aloof-intellect · 10 months

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“Wylan lifted his head wearily. “I’ll say whatever you want, Father. Just don’t let them hurt me anymore.”’

the socs spin-off needs to happen because i know for a fact that jack wolfe would eat this shit up

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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year

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Calloused Hearts - 4

Summary: Trouble stirs, but maybe it was for the better. Or for the worse.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kaz’s touch aversion

w/c: 1.5k+

A/N: I'M BACK! And in view of sab ss2 I thought "what better way to start of than by continuing this beautiful fic?" so here I am.

I'm a tad bit rusty, so please sympathize. But here y'all go.

<<prev chapter

Chapter 4:

A week.

You’d spent a week getting better, gambling, teasing Jesper and hanging out with the crows.

But most of all, you’d spent a week avoiding Kaz.

Although at this point you couldn’t tell if you were avoiding him or if he was avoiding you. But, it seemed like a mix of the two.

You watched as he made his way down the stairs, your eyes temporarily diverting from the drink in front of you. Jesper cleared his throat next to you, earning a jab in his side from Wylan. “What?! It’s like a full blown romance novel!” Your head spun around, wide eyes landing on your friend. “Cut that out will you? He could hear you!” you whispered. “Well he already knows. ‘Till the tide goes sti-” you clapped your hand over his mouth, sending him a warning look.

Yes.

You’d told him. He’d found it rather amusing. However he didn't seem to understand the fact that it had to remain a secret. You pulled away, still watching him carefully as he held up his hands. “Sorry,” he muttered.

You turned back around to face Kaz, the familiar hollow feeling settling in your chest. He was talking to Inej now, the girl’s body language, a hand on her knives, worrying you.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, watching Kaz’s expression harden even from this distance.

And then his eyes are on yours.

Piercing. Hard. And yet again, unreadable.

His head tilted to the left slightly, the age old gesture causing you to spring to your feet. You pull at Jesper’s hand dragging him along, ignoring his protests about a drink going to waste.

It was weird. No matter how long you’d spent apart, the signal never changed. Your understanding of each other was still rather perfect. You followed Kaz and Inej up the stairs, the other crows following behind.

You couldn’t imagine what it was. What made Kaz call you up here along with the others? If he had to contact you all, why tell you directly? Why hadn’t he told anyone else?

Maybe. Just maybe…you were regaining his trust.

You all piled into his office, Inej sending a worried look your way.

Maybe not.

“Inej picked up on intel. Pekka Rollins is working with the stadwatch and Grisha now.” Kaz said, placing his hands on his desk and leaning over it.

“Why would he do that?” Jesper asked from next to you.

“Because then he hits two birds with one stone.”

What did he mean?

“I don’t get it,” Wylan responded, “ am I the only one that doesn’t get it?”

“No. I’m confused as well,” Nina added.

“He’s heard we’re harboring a Grisha that’s supposed to reward him with nearly 3 million kruge. And with the stadwatch’s help. He’ll take us down too.”

“3 million?” Jesper gawked.

Kaz wasn’t only keeping you away from Pekka. He was protecting you from the Grisha as well.

But he chose to not hand you over? Even if that meant losing 3 million kruge? And Pekka coming after him again?

“I’m sorry, Let me get this straight,” Inej started, “ You’re protecting her,” she said pointing to you, “even with a bounty of 3 million kruge over her head?”

You cowered away. 3 million could help them. Set them straight. Kaz didn’t even know the full story of what had happened to you. According to what he knew, you lived a luxurious life at the Little Palace. So why not get rid of you?

But what Kaz did next sent shivers down your spine.

“And what if I am Inej?” he asked, his tone menacing low.

The 7 of you stood there awkwardly, as you tried to stop your mind from racing.

What was Kaz thinking?

You felt an arm around your shoulders, and you did your best to stay still and not flinch at the sudden contact.

“Even if you’d decided to trade her off. I wouldn’t let you,” Jesper remarked, squeezing your shoulder lightly. He shrugged, “She’s the only fun one around here.”

You smiled at Jesper, catching the others nod from the corner of your eye.

“I don’t mean that you’re not fun to be around,” Inej smiled slightly. She turned to Kaz, “I just don’t understand him sometimes.”

Kaz’s eyes were on yours. His face was blank. His eyes, however, were swarming with all sorts of emotion. He seemed angry, confused, a little relieved and …jealous?

“If you understood him there’d be no point in his existence,” Nina chimed in.

His eyes landed on Nina, sending a glare her way, “I wanted to tell you all to be alert. Nina, see what you can find out from the stadwatch, and Inej, stick to the shadows.”

Both girls gave him quick nods, before leaving. “The rest of you, do your best to act normal,” he said, sorting through stuff on his desk.

“That’s our cue,” Jesper said, using his arm around you to guide you out, your head swarming with the information that had been laid out.

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That night as you made your way to Kaz’s room, you had to remind yourself that there was no other logical explanation.

It had to be done.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, Kaz’s voice sounded from the room, “Come in.”

You closed the door behind you, walking in hesitantly, unsure of how you were going to tell him, and how he would take it.

But you didn’t have to.

“I won’t let you do it,” he said.

He was sitting on a chair, only one lantern illuminating the room, as shadows danced around.

You thought it depicted your heart quite well.

The light was in front of you. Disheveled hair, tired features, and an outstretched leg.

And the shadows were everything that had ever gone wrong in your life.

How much longer ‘till the light decided he was done glowing for you?

“Let me do what?” you asked, voice trembling slightly. You knew what he meant. But you couldn’t believe that he said it.

“I won’t let you turn yourself in.”

There it was.

“It’s 3 million kruge Kaz. That could get you all settled for life.”

“So what?” he asked, leaning forward. He was scarily calm, his face illuminated ever so slightly.

“So what?! So I’m saying that I should go. That I need to go. That it would keep Pekka off of you for a little while longer. Tha-”

“They’re all happy with you here.”

“Kaz-”

“They’ve warmed up to you quite fast. I’m not going to take that away from them.”

You shook your head. “3 million kruge is a lot. Imagine the wonders it would do for all of you.”

“And what about the wonders you do by being here?”

You froze.

“Nina finally has someone that gets her humor. Wylan sees you as an older sister. Jesper thinks of you as a platonic soulmate. You’re the only one Matthias doesn’t want to be all over and can tolerate. And Inej-”

“Doesn’t like me” you cut him off.

He tilted his head to the side. “You’re wrong. Yet again. She admires you.”

You shook your head. “She doesn’t trust me. She admires the fact that you haven’t kicked me out yet, there’s a difference.”

Kaz just watched you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Which I’m curious to know as well. 3 million kruge. PR, the stadwatch and grisha off of your back. What am I still doing here?” you ask, the words finally falling out of your mouth.

Kaz stilled. He looked away from you for a moment, before standing up and walking over to you.

You weren’t short, but Kaz had quite a few inches on you, and as he stood in front of you, eyes boring into yours, you felt your stomach do multiple flips.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered.

Your heart raced. “Why?” you asked, your eyes searching his.

He closed his eyes, and you felt his gloved hand over yours. Not holding your hand, not moving, just there. Your breath hitched, as his eyes opened again.

“Because, you said,” he paused, swallowing thickly as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes on yours, “you said - ‘till the tide goes still,” he looked away, unable to maintain eye contact any longer. Your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t think he’d remember.

“Yes. I did. Why are you bringing that up now?” you whispered.

He looked at you again, his eyes fierce. “You didn’t hear me say it back that night.”

You couldn’t think. It seemed as though, just for a moment, the light in the room was a little brighter. Just for a moment. Because, he couldn’t have meant in the way you had. Could he?

But before you could ask, the door swung open. You spun around as Kaz stepped away from you, both in shock.

A confused, and worried looking Jesper stood in the doorway.

“I’m sorry for ruining,” he waved his arms around, “whatever this was. But, I can’t find Wylan.”

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semiweirdshipper · 1 year

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Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

...

Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

#dead by daylight #resident evil #slashers #friday the 13th #fanfiction #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #herman carter x reader #albert wesker x reader #killers x reader #reader insert #I needed this #I love you Jeffrey

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swanimagines · 3 months

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NOT AGAIN | TOM

Summary: Tom falling for someone he shouldn't.

the gif is mine!

It had been a long time since Tom last met you. You had been teenagers at that time, Tom was rebelling while you were the sweetest person he had ever met. He had had the biggest crush on you.

The problem was, you were best friends with Josh. You two were inseparable and you always seemed to be together when Tom tried to approach you. It had sparked a lot of jealousy within him, especially when he hated his whole family.

And now, in this stupid family reunion, you joined it with Josh and his girlfriend. Tom hadn't expected to meet you again, and couldn't help but stare when he saw you exiting the car. It had been six years since last time, and you still looked stunning, even more so if possible.

You were coming closer to him as he stared, unable to move from his spot, and suddenly your eyes lit up. "Tom?" You said as you walked towards him. "Oh my god! I can't believe it's you!"

He didn't expect you to hug him, but in the next moment, your arms were around his shoulders. His old feelings rushed up to the surface in seconds and he felt his heart picking up its pace.

"I missed you," you told him as you pulled away before he had even had time to react. "How have you been?"

"Great," he lied. "Just great."

"That's good." You smiled. "Josh asked me to come along because we spent so much time together here as children and teenagers, but for some reason I didn't think you'd be here. Josh told me that you probably aren't, because you still hadn't made up with your family when he last heard about you, but then again, he hadn't heard about you in years so..."

"I haven't made up with anyone," Tom snapped. "They don't care. They never cared about me."

Your smile fell. "Maybe you'll get things sorted out during this?"

"Yeah, whatever," he replied, looking up at the sky before turning his gaze back to you, forcing out a polite smile. "But I'm glad I got to see you again. I'll talk to you later."

You nodded. "Sure. I look forward to it." You stepped back and smiled before turning around. Tom closed his eyes, clenching his fist before turning away as well and made his way to the kitchen.

He couldn't fall in love with you. Not again. But he knew that it would be impossible not to. He sighed and took a seat on the table, running a hand through his hair. You had been his first proper crush when he was a teenager, and for many nights, he had imagined you laying in bed beside him, him spooning you and waking you up by kissing your neck. Making you giggle and kiss him back. Everything would have turned all right. You would have moved together, he would maybe even be a honest man. Maybe you would have even started a family.

But instead, he had developed a gambling problem, he still lived with his mum and asshole dad, and sometimes he drank too much. He wouldn't have been a dream boyfriend when he was a teenager and even less he would be that now. You didn't deserve a relationship like that. He should just forget about you, but how could he?

He shook his head and stood up, walking to the fridge. He needed a drink.

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#15 days tom imagine #15 days tom x reader #15 days tom #gn reader #reader insert #freddy carter tom #freddy carter tom x reader #my works

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maybeonedayillfindout · 1 year

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i also like kaz more this season. im not sure why but last time freddy carter's casting didnt really fit with me, he gave a great performance but to me it wasnt really Kaz. this season though he's ten times more sickly and pathetic and im like oh yeah. this is my kaz brekker.

#insert meme about “i HATE _- tne minutes later me and _” except its me and freddy carter as Kaz #anything i said was false no one could do better #i see it now. i get it #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #maybe/elias' fantastic new thoughts

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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ICYMI Freddy Carter’s

“Not All Heroes Wear Capes”

Instagram Post

(No directly inserted read more line as you all need more Freddy on your dashboards 😇)

#freddy carter #my husband freddy 💜#he’s so perfect #he’s just so precious #i can’t get over it #how is he so hot #how is he this beautiful #how is he so perfect #how is he so fine #how is he so pretty #he cannot be real

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glassesntea · 11 months

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Do you like Ezra Miller? I think as a fancasting for Levi.

HELL NO, I don't like Ezra Miller at all. Used to, but after all the crimes he/she/they/ insert others committed unpunished with people defending all the shits done it's an easy pass for me.

Typical Hollywood, right? If you like Ezra anon I can understand, but for me it's a no.

As Levi?? Poor Levi what has he done to you? I'm joking, I'm joking XD but I think Cillian Murphy or Freddy Carter looks more like Levi. I would lean more on them to play him.

#levi ackerman

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rues-daya · 2 years

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could you do a freddy carter fake instagram where he and y/n are engaged?? i don't have a preferred face claim :)

ofc!!! hope you enjoy <333

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: surrounded by so many sunflowers 🌻

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jessie_mei_li the view is beautiful and no I don’t mean the sunflowers ☺️

yourinstagram oh stop it you ;)

y/nfan09 not me being early to a post after stalking your whole account 👀

benbarnes 🌻🌻🌻

freddyfan08 Freddy can I have your fiancée ??

y/nfan87 HOLD UP FIANCÉE ?

freddyfan08 it hasn’t been confirmed but rumors are swirling like crazy that these two just got engaged

y/nfan87 don’t play with my heart like that lmao

madelame obsessed with you ♥️

y/nfan76 that’s my wife

freddycarter1 🌻❤️

freddyplusy/n

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freddyplusy/n: rumors are speculating that are favorite couple is officially engaged 💍

tagged: freddycarter1 , yourinstagram

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y/nfan73 I need a confirmation on this before getting my hopes up 😭😭

freddyfan00 someone tag me when they confirm it pls :)

y/nfan621 you got it ;)

y/nfan87 he makes her happy so I approve even though it’s not me she’s marrying

shadowandbonefan hope this is true

freddyfan33 idk if I want be him or be her or better yet be with him or be with her

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yourinstagram: he asked and I said yes a thousand times! can’t believe I found my forever in you 💍 🤍

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y/nfan56 SHES GETTING MARRIED

freddyfan66 that ring 😍

jessie_mei_li so so happy 🥺

zendaya congratulations beautiful 🥺💍

y/nfan65 that was suppose to be me proposing not Freddy 😭😭😭

freddyfan90 so happy for them! like wow, they found forever in each other

benbarnes congrats you two ♥️

y/nfan86 grew up watching her so seeing her get engaged makes me emotional 🥺

freddycarter1 my forever soulmate 💍😍♥️

yourinstagram love u so much that it’s hard to put into words 🥺🤍

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zepp-l1n · 1 year

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Reader: Am I in trouble?

Kaz: Take a guess.

Reader: .....No?

Kaz: Take another guess.

#kaz brekker #the crows x reader #reader insert #shadow and bone x reader #incorrect quotes #six of crows incorrect quotes #freddy carter #netflix shadow and bone

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authorred · 1 year

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To Love Another | Kaz Brekker x fem!Reader | Shadow and Bone

Masterlist

Preface: Kaz Brekker, from another’s perspective, seems to be this untouchable god; the Bastard of the Barrel. Which is half-true. He’s aversive to not only touch, but to the thought of being emotionally close, of being emotionally attached to someone. And yet he finds a small part of him craving it.

I’ve found a new obsession. Spencer Reid has my heart but Kaz Brekker (the show Kaz, not book Kaz) lives in my head rent free. Freddy Carter if you see this, just once chance <3

Part 2 Part 3

Warning(s): None

Tags: Soft pining

Being a Crow was no easy feat, nor for the faint of heart. In all honesty, you didn’t expect yourself to get roped into doing crimes with the Bastard of the Barrel himself. He sought you out for one reason only: your heartrending abilities.

You demonstrate exemplar heartrending abilities--far more than any other in Ravka. That’s why Kaz Brekker himself sought you out--prepared to make any payment necessary to get you to work for him.

That was six months ago. You had nothing else to do, no one to come home to, and you figured it’d be fun to run from the law. That’s how you and Jesper got along--he tended to, as you learned, be motivated by greed, and you found it very fun to watch him gamble (and lose half the time).

Inej, Kaz Brekker’s Wraith, was a little trickier to navigate. She wasn’t very social, nor was she there as much as Jesper; having to scout around on Kaz’s orders. Though you do get along with her, you remain civil, and are respectful to each other. You don’t have the combative training she does, but you don’t need to. You know enough to get by if your heartrending abilities aren’t enough.

And then there’s Kaz Brekker. The man who came to you himself to offer you a deal. He had a specific je ne sais quoi to him that wasn’t common in others. Perhaps that’s why you were open to negotiating with him. Other than the fact that he was back-breaking-ly attractive, but that was a mere passing thought at first.

And now here you are, a loyal Crow, and the Crow Club’s version of a bouncer. Any patron who acted less-than civilly or within Club’s rules were out. You handled the more violent ones.

You can’t say for sure whether you’ve grown closer to Kaz or not. He keeps you, as everyone else, at arm's length. At a distance. Safe from his emotional turmoil. You respect that, of course. You don’t push and you don’t force. You two are, in a way, using each other. He uses your abilities to get closer to ending Pekka and you use him as a means of shelter, food, and entertainment. Even trade, in your opinion.

And yet, despite believing that’s all there is to your relationship, you find him doing strange things. Strange for him, at least. He’ll stare at you for slightly longer than at others; his heart rate picks up when you address him, even when his facial expression and body language is as per; often times he’ll give you the safest position in a plan or a heist, and he’d often ask if you’re alright (or alive) without wondering about the others.

At first you were annoyed. You were under the assumption he thought you were incompetent; unable to protect yourself adequately and efficiently. Of course, you were very quick to throw that in his face (as a question, of course) and he just gave a half-assed response before moving on.

You never told Jesper or Inej--sure as hell not Inej--about your observations. You never tell them about how Kaz stands outside of your bedroom when you fix a wound you’ve sustained--and he’ll just listen in with a steady heartbeat. You find it weird. He doesn’t do that with anyone else. And he acts normally to you--nothing outright special. You’re confused and you don’t want to jump to conclusions.

The heart never lies. Kaz can’t control his heart or its functions. That’s why when you hear it pick up when you’re alone with him, you look at his face. His body. You pay attention to whatever he has to say, of course, but you can focus on more than one thing at a time.

You focus so much on Kaz’s racing heart that you don’t focus on yours.

You don’t realize your gaze lingers on him before you separate.

You don’t realize you gravitate towards him, stopped by his aversion to touch.

You don’t realize you subconsciously check over him to make sure he’s not hurt or hiding an injury after a botched mission.

Inej and Jesper notice. They notice both of you--they know Kaz better than anyone, and you’re not discreet, exactly. Your saving grace is Kaz is dense. And you’re dense. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Ah, yes. To love another is no easy feat.

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aniquasmasterlists · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker x Reader

word count: 1.6K

genres: Modern!AU, fluff

summary: After being in a relationship with Kaz for a long period of time, he decided to do something he had been anticipating trying for weeks.

“I want to try something, but I’m not sure,” he mumbled.

The bedroom was only filled with the sound of distant traffic. You held your breath when he let go of your finger and drew closer to your face. He kept going until his lips were hovering over yours while his and your eyes were open.

You had never seen him so close before and even in the dark you were frantically rushing to memorize every scar, pore, and freckled that he had. His small, cool breath was tickling the skin on your lips. Kaz went from looking into your eyes to looking at the curvature of your lips. As he downward, you admired the length of his lashes to keep your lungs from popping from the breath you were holding.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but his supple lips were still hovering millimeters away from yours. The anticipation pulled and snapped at Kaz’s heartstrings. He could feel it hammering against his rib cage as he watched your mouth slightly parted in expectation.

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Hello, I have been following your work for a long time, and every time I read your fan fiction with a sinking heart. The way you convey emotions, feelings, character of the characters is just perfect! And I have read your "My Saddest Journey" more than five times.

I would like to ask, if it's not difficult for you, to write some Headcannons on this fan fiction.

I'm not insisting, sorry in advance for the trouble, I'm just a little in love ❤️

Hi murmiss. I would like to say, first, that I am sorry for denying your request in the beginning. "My Saddest Journey" is a very sensitive topic for me and when I'm asked about it I tend to get emotional. But! I decided to go ahead and provide you with some headcanons. I hope they satisfy you.

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First: How do Frank, Ji-woon and Danny feel after everything that happened?

Well they all feel differently. Ji-woon is mostly in the fog and doesn't think much about it. Frank is pouty and very grudgemental towards the reader for a number of reasons, and he may stand to cause some unfortunate trouble in the future. As for Danny- oh, Danny. After seeing how bad the reader has it- and after having a private, sneaky conversation with them- he develops an attraction towards them, a desire to protect them and claim them as his own. But too bad! The reader doesn't like him. Can he fix that though? We'll see.

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How does papa Evan feel?

After seeing just how bad the reader is effected, Evan asks Freddy to share what memories of theirs he witnessed, and he realizes a few things. (Plus Herman gave him a very lengthy lecture about how he would wrestle him if he was mean to the reader again). Evan will want to right his wrongs and get to know the reader better.

But do you know how difficult that will be? The reader does not trust him at all. In fact they're so scared to go around him that they more or less entice the Dredge to show up thus causing more bad memories and chaos. Evan is going to have to approach this reader as if they were an abused cat. (Gentle Evan is the best Evan). Once he can get them to talk and share their similarities, there will be fluff and comfort.

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The reader opens up faster to the father figures than they do the love interests. This is meant to be practical and funny, but also an indicator of their trauma. Let's use Herman for example because he's head over heels for the reader, and he really is trying his hardest to charm them, but all he gets is polite, cold shoulders in response. And then there's Evan and all he has to do is pat their head and they instantly melt into his arms. Screw you Evan! Kidding, we love our papa bear.

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The introduction of Wesker. This will happen much later on but it will be big. Not only will we get to see a completely different side of the reader, but so will Wesker who pretty much gets his arse beat during a trial with them. He's obviously interested after that and wants to learn more about them. The reader picks up on his naughty energy and politely tells him off, but Wesker relents until the reader more or less snaps and humiliates him. "Look, I don't find you attractive, ok? Now please leave me alone. You are making me uncomfortable."

Sucks to be you, Wesker. Can you see Herman smirking in the background? Oh yes you can. Don't worry though, he's not finished. Wesker always gets what he wants. Right?

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Micheal being an overprotective, possessive goof. After learning just how sweet, modest and caring this reader is, he can't help but to stake his claim. "Go away. This is MY traumatized hooman. Get your own." Oh Michael... But Michael's kindness and gentility will help the reader relax and open up in many ways.

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Ok, this headcanon is one I'm not quite sure if I'll use or not, but I thought it was funny so I'll go ahead and share. It's called the "lift" experiment. Basically the killers want to see if carrying the sad survivors will keep the Dredge away. For example, Michael holding the reader bridal style in his arms for an hour.

This idea is meant to be purely silly, but it could also help the reader open up to touch. Like a trust exercise. I was going to use the biggest boys for it, and some of them fight over who can carry the reader because the reader is modest, quiet and sweet and won't cause them trouble. Who will get to them first, you know? Lol, it's just a silly thought. You guys can tell me if it's worth writing.

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Then we have Jeffrey and Caleb who will be the group that the reader is officially placed in next. And those two will be the ultimate father figures. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Jeffrey also knows which other killers' like the reader romantically and purposely makes them jealous by openly cuddling the reader in public or giving them kisses on their forehead and stuff like that. Let's not forget how insanely protective these two killers are. Eeeek! I can't wait to write them, but it's honestly going to be a while and I'm very slow updating that story.

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There's some headcanons. I hope you enjoyed. Again I apologize for being sensitive. I hope you're doing well and have an amazing day ❤️

#slashers #reader insert #dead by daylight fanfiction #answered #dbd headcanons #For my story “My Saddest Journey”#herman carter x reader #albert wesker x reader #pyramid head x reader #pinhead x reader #danny johnson x reader #jeffrey hawk #caleb quinn #evan macmillan #freddy krueger #michael myers

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