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charliedawn · 8 months
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Slashers who meet a to-be victim whos just putting glitter on things
A to-be victim who has a room full of posters of serial killers and slashers
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Imagine two of Bo's worst nightmares. Glitter. And sparkles. Combine them. Put them in a room and that would be your bedroom. And worst of it all...Posters of him and his brothers in every single corner. He was speechless...
"...What in the—? What is this place ?! Hell ?!"
As soon as he was in, he wanted to leave. Only to discover that the door was locked and he had now glitter on his shoes and his hand. And then, you appeared with a whole bucket of glitter in your hands. And Bo started praying.
Him : "Whatdya think yer gonna do with that exactly ?!"
You *devilish smirk*
Him : "Oh no, you don't ! Get the heck away from me !"
…Bo couldn’t get all the sparkles out of his hair for weeks.
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...Wow.
Jason was surprised and impressed. A full room dedicated to him and the slashers. He hadn't expected it. He didn't really mind though. It meant you knew about him and weren’t scared.
Him *smiles* : "Do you want some help ?"
You *handing him a full bucket of glitter* : "Sure ! Put them everywhere. And you can help take pictures of the others for me."
He was more than happy to help and you ended up having a good time playing with glitter and stalking the other slashers. Jason may not really care about glitter and sparkles, but he’d be happy to spend time with you.
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The Penny Brothers love glitter. It is something fun and colourful for Penny. He would help you decorate the whole hospital. He’d even be thrilled to meet a fan and see all the posters you have of them. It would mean that you are as crazy as him and you would get along just fine. Penny loves crazy people.
And for Pennywise ? Pennywise sees it as the perfect torture. Those little colourful flakes are impossible to remove from clothes or hair and when people receive them in their eyes…It means atrocious suffering and temporary blindness. So, of course he’d love them.
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Brahms was ecstatic when he learned about the new patient who loves glitter and sparkles. He wanted to be your friend before he even met you. He stayed away for a while and only showed himself when he was sure you were what he thought you were. When he saw the huge posters of him, he got flustered. But, he got particularly excited when you showed him your collection of pink and purple items covered in glitter. He immediately felt like he had found someone who understood him.
It wasn’t long before Brahms started walking around proudly with a glitter-covered mask. And he didn’t even care about the others making fun of him for it, because there was you.
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Norman knew from the start. He first rent you a room and when he took a look through the peep hole—he was immediately blinded by the brightness in the room. But, he was flattered by the posters.
Let’s just say that Norman found it endearing, but he isn’t a really big fan of glitter and sparkle—especially on him. It means more cleaning. But, on you ? He’d find it adorable and would gladly run the vacuum every day if it meant he got to see you in those very pretty and original outfits of yours.
Norman *smiles* : "Very cute, my little monster. Very cute."
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Freddy : "FIRE IN THE HOLE !" *uses a literal canon to make the whole place sparkle*
Freddy loves chaos. You would just give him an idea to cause more trouble and make the whole hospital swim in glitter. Fortunately, the staff and the other slashers are used to it by now.
But, it doesn’t mean they like it all the same.
Random nurse *after she got covered in green glitter* : "…FREDDY ! Y/N ! Come back here !"
You and Freddy *cackling while running away*
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Barry LOVES glitter. He lives for it. He wants each of his outfits to have a sparkle to them. And he’d design all sorts of clothes for you.
Barry *screams when you get out of the dressing room* : "YES ! Absolutely nailed it ! Twirl for me, darling. Yes. Thank you. Absolutely gorgeous."
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Vincent did take you as an inspiration for his new piece. He took some of your supplies to cover his new wax statue and at the end, he offered it to you. It was a wax statue of yourself and Vince waited anxiously for your opinion.
Vincent *fidgets nervously*
You *smile widely* : "I love it !"
He was really ecstatic and gave you a hug. He really wanted you to like it.
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gulnarsultan · 9 months
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When Kevin wanders the neighborhood and sees her new neighbor, all of their personalities fall obsessively in love wit reader.
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It’s called Freefall Chapter 3
Summary: When you're born, the Universe has already decided who will be your soulmate by marking their first touch on your skin. Some of those soul marks are just a small fingerprint on their shoulder, or maybe a hand mark from a handshake. Some even have multiple, and it is never sure what kind of a bond you're destined to have with your soulmate. Alexandra Turner is a special case however, as her whole body is covered in marks. 24 to be exact. What she doesn't know that there's someone else out there with 24 marks who's waiting for her to bump into them.
Pairing: Original Female Character x Kevin Wendell Crumb/Dennis/Barry/the whole system
Fandom: Split
Word count: 1.4k
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Author’s note: Please feel free to let me know if I have messed something up or if you have any advice on how I can improve my writing. I hope you enjoy!
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Barry couldn’t stop smiling to himself as he led Alex through the masses of people that were leaving their workplaces. He had met his soulmate, he had actually met her and he had been the first one as well out of everyone. He knew that they were all on the same team, that being Kevin’s, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit special since he had found the one destined for them. 
But no matter how happy he was, Barry still felt a bit of sadness because even he could see that there was something hurting Alex, something that was stopping her from feeling the same joy he had in his heart. He had always known that he’d have to be prepared to be rejected by their soulmate purely because of his condition, but he never expected to be met with sadness before he had even had the chance to introduce himself. He wasn’t sure what had happened to her, but he knew that, if she allowed him to, he’d want to make sure that sadness would be replaced with a smile. 
Alex found herself in front of a small café that was only a five minute walk away from the therapist’s office. It looked quite quiet inside, despite the busy traffic outside, which she was very grateful for. Nodding a thank you to Barry for holding the door open for her, she stepped in and looked around - there were only a few patrons there and plenty of empty tables were free for them to have what she suspected was going to be one of the most difficult conversations in her life. 
“What do you want to drink, Alex?”
She heard Barry ask and she immediately looked up at the chalkboard menu on the wall, her head swimming with options. She tried to open her mouth and  reply with anything, but no voice came out. She was still unable to fully speak and her cheeks flushed, ashamed of her own anxiety getting the best of her. 
But Barry just smiled reassuringly and gently placed his hands on her shoulder, right on top of his mark. He may not know or understand what’s going on in her mind, but he could tell that at that very moment, he needed to just offer that extra bit of support so he looked up at the menu and offered,
“How about we just get a teapot to share? Is Earl Grey okay?”
Alex was shocked to hear him speaking up with a choice, taking a lot of pressure off her shoulders. She nodded, this option was fine with her and the smile she received in return made her feel a bit more at ease as well. 
After Barry had ordered and picked up their teapot from the barista, he led her to one of the more secluded areas to sit down. She had picked up the cups for the both of them before following him, happy that he had chosen a private space for them. She may not fully know what was to come but she had a gut feeling that it would not be a simple ‘how’s the weather today’ type of a conversation. There was a silence between them as they settled in at the table for two, neither of them wanting to scare the other off it seemed. Once sat and both of their breathing had calmed, Barry finally looked at her properly and spoke up with his voice being gentle and soft, something that didn’t fully suit his massive frame.
“So, as I mentioned before, I do have a couple of marks on me. Now… before I continue, I just want you to know that I won’t force anything that you don’t want, Doll, so please just speak your mind on what I’m about to explain to you.”
He paused for a moment and looked across the table at Alex, the fear of just outright rejection slowly building up in his chest. She remained as silent as she had been, there wasn’t any indication that she would bolt again so he continued,
“There’s no smooth way to say this because I can’t really sugarcoat any part of it too much so here goes nothing… The reason why I visit doctor Fletcher is because I have DID.”
“DID?”
“Dissociative identity disorder. Have you heard of it maybe?”
Barry was praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn’t run, and that she would have heard at least something about his condition. He really didn’t want to explain the details of what it is and how it came to be, it wasn’t really a conversation to have over tea in his opinion. Luckily Alex nodded and whispered softly,
“I read about it a little when I looked Doctor Fletcher up.”
Barry gave her a kind smile and his heart was breaking just a little at how delicate she sounded. He didn’t know if it was the soul bond between the two of them but he felt an immense drive to make sure that nothing would spook Alex. He just had to make sure that none of her words would get lost between them, he’d always make sure her voice was heard at least by him. He was also relieved that she had some knowledge on his condition since this would save him from explaining everything from scratch. 
Barry poured some tea for the both of them and started to explain a bit more in the meantime,
“Now this is all speculation from doc’s side but she seems to be under the impression that there is a possibility that all of us in Kevin’s body might actually share a soulmate. We all seem to have a mark correlated to us, however it is just statistically unlikely that we haven’t even met a single one of our soulmates yet so… She seems to think it’s actually just one person. In our little situation, she thinks it’s you who’s the soulmate to all of us. Now-”
“How many?”
Alex had cut him off before he could continue and he looked at her for a moment, unsure if he should answer truthfully, scared it might frighten her too much. Barry sighed, knowing it would cause more harm to lie so he replied,
“24 in total. Kevin is the host, the OG so to speak. The others, me included, came later on and so did the extra marks.”
There was a moment of silence, tense of the unknown. Alex’s mind was going a thousand miles per hour as she tried to grasp the situation at hand. She had met one of her soulmates but it then turned out that it is most likely all of them. She thought that she would be happy but it was all so overwhelming for her to even fully accept. She took a deep breath before she spoke her mind,
“There are 24 marks on me as well, Barry. So I think that Doctor Fletcher might be right. It’s a lot to take in though, I honestly do not know what to say or do or if I should be happy or sad or…”
Her words got caught in her throat and she clamped up once again, unable to verbalize her trail of thoughts fully. Her eyes started darting from Barry to the outside to her mug and to her hands, not sure if she should run or stay. There were so many thoughts and images flashing through her brain that it all just blurred together in a consistent state of movement and screaming. 
Without thinking too much about it, Alex pulled out a piece of paper from her bag along with a pen and jolted down her name and phone number before she grabbed everything and bolted out of the door without uttering a single syllable. She needed to get out, away from the man who would be responsible for every single one of her marks over time. She just couldn’t look at him because deep down, without her even fully realizing it, her heart was slowly starting to beat only for them.
Back at the coffee shop, Barry was dumbfounded, still sitting at the table. This had been the second time that day his soulmate had fled from him but he knew it would cause a lot of harm if he were to go after her this time. He picked up the piece of paper and very carefully put it in his wallet to make sure he wouldn’t lose it. He finished his cup and looked out of the window, trying to soothe the ache in his chest from the very slight rejection he was feeling from the escape of his soulmate. His efforts were in vain however because from somewhere, he could hear Hedwig innocently asking,
“Is she scared of me et cetera?”
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darling-i-read-it · 2 years
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Dennis x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.8k 
Warnings: hand burn, descriptions of pain, i obviously dont condone murder or anything dennis gets into this is fiction and should be treated as such. Also, DID is a completely real illness and should be handled with care. I have a mild form and now how complex it can be. I try to be as accurate as I can to what the movie showcases 
Author’s Note: ‘people get exhausted trying to figure me out. And i just let them’ - a tik tok sound and also me never being consistent and writing whatever my little heart desires 
Summary: You’re a friend of practically everyone in the system and come over often. You haven’t seen Dennis in a while though which concerns you.  
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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Dennis hadn't been around a lot lately. You had been seeing a lot of Barry, which was fine. You liked that he kept the system mostly level headed, even when one or two slipped through without notice. You had gotten used to the ever changing life of Kevin Wendell Crumb and the completely different personalities that lived inside of him. You had met almost all of them, save for The Beast. He was purposefully kept from you. You didn’t mind much though. If Dennis was slightly intimidated by him, you didn’t need to meet him.
You came around almost everyday to see how everyone was doing. Today you were bringing some groceries to make dinner together. You were hoping to squeeze Hedwig out to help you cook; he always liked to stir the pot. 
You knocked on the door lightly, the brown paper bag in your arms. Your face was mostly covered with vegetables. The door opened and you peaked around the corner, noting Barry’s signature hat with a smile. 
“You’ve brought plenty of gifts!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “And another horrendous outfit. What are we going to do with you?” He moved aside to the roll of your eyes. 
“If you want to change my style you could go shopping with me.”
“I am about to take you up on that offer. What are those? Distressed jeans from the 90s?” You put the bag down on the table, ignoring him. There were spots surrounding the sink from lack of cleaning. You tried not to let the disappointment manifest in your face. It meant Dennis still hadn’t been fronting since you had been here last. 
“We could always get you some new clothes as well.”
“When I get a job I will be sure to let you know dear. What goodies did you bring?” He peaked in the bag but you swatted his hand away gently. He feigned hurt. 
“I was thinking about making some sort of tacos.”
“You always try to please Hedwig,” Barry noted, rolling his eyes. 
“Mm Hedwig’s nice to me.”
“I am nice to you,” he protested. You nodded, putting your hand gently on his back in solidarity. 
“I’m sure you try,” you said sarcastically. Barry pursed his lips, shaking his head. You grabbed a rag and cleaned up the spots near the sink before they could bug you anymore. The dirtiness had never really been a problem for you until you started to see Dennis clean everything. You liked to keep his area clean now. Like someone was doing it for him in his absence. 
“You couldn’t have favored Ian?” Barry asked quietly, his tone of voice completely changed. You looked up at him, sensing the playfulness had left the atmosphere of the room. You gently put down the rag and cleared your throat. 
“It’s a habit,” you muttered quietly. 
“He hasn’t been around on purpose you know.” 
“I know.” 
You started to grab things out of the bag. Barry had his eyes on you. You had always been a close friend of mostly everyone. You hadn’t had a problem with anyone so to speak, just people you didn’t see as often. But you and Dennis had always been the closest. He wasn’t the first to warm up to you but he surely was the first you spoke to consistently.
“I would like to cook if that’s okay,” you said, trying to break up the moment. Barry nodded, shaking his head tastefully at you. You had your back turned when he walked around the back of you and onto your otherside. By the time he got there you could feel the demeanor change. You were no longer talking to Barry. 
“This is far too much green,” Hedwig said, picking up some cabbage. You smiled pleasantly. 
“I wanted to make tacos.” 
“Why did you bring tomatoes and lettuce et cetera?” 
“Cause you can put that in tacos. I wasn’t sure who I would be dining with,” you said evenly. “You can stir it.”
“Awesome.” 
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He settled into an easy movement with you that ensued a lot of general laughs. Hedwig always kept you on your toes. You always enjoyed being around him. He showed you his CD player and you showed him some new CDs you bought, which he loved. He was busy stirring when you noticed a small fire forming at a previously unlit burner. 
“Hedwig watch your sleeve,” you said gently. 
“I’m fine.” 
“Hedwig.” You swatted his hand away and he tried to grab it back which caused you to move forward onto the burner. You screeched, burning your palm. You stumbled back, holding it, the neurons firing in worry. Hedwig was talking but you didn’t hear him because the pain was blinding. Water? Milk? Ice? Something cold. You needed something cold right now. 
Hedwig grabbed your hand and opened the ice box, shoving it inside. You felt immediate release, though the pain doesn't subside completely. You breathed evenly after a moment of panic and was able to look back up at your friend. 
Hedwig’s eyebrows were knitted and his lips had formed a thin line. You knew the look immediately. 
“Dennis?” you asked, voice slightly loopy. He didn’t look at you. 
“That was stupid,” he said evenly. “You know better than to hang around an open flame like that. Both of you do.” You could hear the tinge of anger in his voice. Your mind was still clearing, the tears that were pricking your eyes were subsiding. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He shook his head harshly. 
“I’ll get it fixed immediately. It’s faulty.” You could practically hear the shiver down his spine. “It’s a mess.” He stood up, letting your hand go. You nodded, clearing your throat. You grabbed a couple ice cubes and held them in your hands. 
“We were making tacos. I was gonna clean up as we went but Hedwig was very quick moving.”
“Always is.” Dennis grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. “Put the ice around that. I’m going to clean this and then find the first aid.” You nodded sheepishly. You felt stupid. You did know better than to do something like this and you had paid the price. Though a part of you felt better now that Dennis was here. He was plating the tacos that were practically made. 
He buttoned up the shirt and grabbed his glasses, putting them on smoothly. You quietly opened cabinets in search of some help but he had already found it. He placed the first aid on the counter and continued to clean. 
You waited patiently for a couple minutes, ignoring the pain as best you could. Finally he turned to you and took your hand. His touch was chaste and never as gentle as you thought it was going to be but you didn’t mind. 
“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He shook his head. 
“It’s alright,” he finally settled on. He wrapped your hand and put the first aid away silently. You held your hand to your chest, proof that he was actually here. 
“Are you okay? I know you haven’t been out lately.”
“I’m fine.” 
“I missed seeing you. I see everyone else fairly regularly, even Patricia. I tried to clean for you but she said it was a lost cause. No one does it as spotless as you,” you said in a vain attempt to get him to just look at you. He placed the last napkin filled with loose shredded cheese in the trash and cleaned his hands under water. 
Finally he turned around, arms crossed. 
“Are you still in pain?” 
“A bit, yeah.” You looked down at your hand. He cleared his throat harshly and adjusted his glasses. 
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked at the finished tacos listlessly. “Hedwig can come back. You can eat your food.” “One dish of tacos without Hedwig won’t hurt him. He’ll understand.” Dennis was having a hard time keeping eye contact with you. 
“I don’t know if I can stay long,” he admitted. “I jumped in at a crisis, to help Kevin.” You nodded. 
“Of course. Just one taco?” He pursed his lips. 
“Just one.” 
You nodded pleasantly and grabbed your plate, trying to be as neat as possible but still not managing to be as neat as him. You sat down across from each other and you used a fork, something you wouldn't have bothered to do with Hedwig. 
“I’ve missed you,” you admitted quietly again. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating words over chewing. He swallowed. 
“I suppose I’ve missed you as well.” 
You felt a rush in your heart but you tried to contain it. 
“You know, you could come out every once in a while. Just so we could see each other,” you suggested. “I’m sure I could make that work with Barry. You have an excellent reading voice.” His lips twitched into an almost smile. 
“If you would like to talk to him, I won’t argue.” You nodded once. That wasn’t a no. 
“Okay. Wonderful.” You looked down at your still throbbing hand. “Thank you by the way. For this. I don’t think Hedwig would have known what to do.” 
“He didn’t.” He reached across the table for it. He examined the wrap job with his thumb, holding his hand in yours. You breathed out evenly and glanced at his face. His eyes were intently staring at your hands. You gently wrapped your fingers around his and he tried not to let it startle him. 
“Is that okay?” you whispered. 
“Quite.” 
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lay-z · 3 years
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Split (Movie) | Masterlist
Disclaimer: The fanfiction stories listed are of my work and shall not be reposted or translated without my constent. Some stories might involve smut (as tagged individually) and should not be consumed by people under the age of 18+! However, I am not responsible of the media you choose to consume. Thank you!
Info: All stories are Reader Insert! As I mentioned before, some include smut or sexual themes and are therefore 18+. The fandom might not be as active as it used to be, but I if you’d still like to talk about the movie, request a oneshot or headcanon, please do not hesitate to contact me! Cheers ♥
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→ Hedwig:
“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid!”
“Show me whats’s behind your back.” / “I had a bad dream again.”
→ Barry S:
“You’re going out dressed like that?”
“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
“Enough with the sass!”
→ Kevin W. Crumb:
“Am I scaring you?”
“After everything…I’d still choose you.”
“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” [Kevin/Dennis]
→ Miss Patricia:
“You had a nightmare. Tell me what it was about, so I can fix it.”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“I’m fine with where I am now.”
→ The Beast:
“You can scream if you want to.”
“I’m bulletproof,…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“I believe in you.” | Part I
“I believe in you.” | Part II
→ Jade:
“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
→ Dennis:
“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Take. It. Off.” / “Come over here and make me.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex.” / “Tell me you need me.”
→ Random stuff:
All 24 23 Alters
Dealing with Anxiety
Planning a Birthday Party
Barry & Jade Headcanon’s
B.T. Headcanon’s
Kevin W. Crumb Headcanon’s
Goddard Headcanon’s
Samuel Headcanon’s
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→ Split Stories on my AO3 account:
Elastic Heart | Kevin W. Crumb x Reader
Split Drabble Challenge | Contains all of the drabbles as listed above!
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ariana-maryse · 4 years
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Kevin Wendell Crumb x Reader Headcanons
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(For anon)
Wary of getting close to you initially. He won’t want to spend too much time around you at first and will prefer texting or email.
He’ll have to ease into the relationship slowly. He isn’t exactly used to people wanting to be in his life like that.
Kevin will ask a lot about you. He wants to hear it all even though he’ll be hesitant to reciprocate. Even the things you may think are unimportant or boring, he’ll want to know about them.
Once he trusts you, Kevin is going to be a bit clingy for a while. He’s starved for affection, so when he feels comfortable with you, he’s going to latch on as if he’s drowning and your touch is a life vest.
Needs reassurance that you’re happy and he’s doing something right with you.
He’s down to just hang out together, but he enjoys doing things that both of you are engaging in; something that’ll spur conversation.
He treasures anything that you give him. Even if you grab something from the dollar store for him, he’s going to hold onto it for as long as he can. Really, he’ll keep anything that reminds him of you.
At times, he can absolutely gush about whatever’s on his mind. Most of the time he’s reserved but when the mood hits him right he can talk for quite some time.
He’ll be hesitant to meet your family and/or friends initially. He’ll want to make a good impression and will ask about them first so he can be ready.
When Kevin lets someone get close to him, he loves hard. He’ll share everything with you, and he’ll hope that you do the same. As long as he knows that you’re safe and happy with him, he’ll be content.
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ridemedaddyjames · 4 years
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Split - Part IV
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Split - Part III
Pairing: Kevin Wendell Crumb x reader
Warnings: angst, cursing, stockholm syndrome
Words: 2,100
“You mean you don’t wanna leave?” Hedwig questioned, completely befuddled by your response, his attention span dwindling again. “Okay, I’ll show you my room,” he shrugged, taking your hand in his as he led you through the complicated maze. When you finally found his room, it seemed to be a well organized mess. Of course, you could never find anything in here, but he had no trouble at all.
“Hedwig, this is your room!?” You exclaimed, smiling widely at how much it truly represented his mind and personality. With everything strewn about, it made it difficult to maneuver through the mess, but he managed to get to the CD player and turn up the music.
“Do you like it? Miss Patricia gets kinda angry when it’s a mess, and Dennis refuses to come in.” Hedwig said, wondering how you’d feel about all of it.
“I think it’s amazing, it really represents you,” and, just like that, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning like a child. Hedwig always had that affect on you, to make you happy no matter what the situation may be.
“Wanna dance to some Kanye West?” He asked, grabbing you and showing you how to move as he twisted his body into different directions. You tried to mimic him, turning yourself in the same way, but, instead of dancing, you’d just ended up tripping on a pile of toys and clothes.
Hedwig laughed, bending over to help you up. Being the deviant you are, though, you decided to pull him down with you instead. He landed on the pile of clothes, rolling with laughter. “You’re the bestest friend ever,” he said, finally catching his breath as the two of you got up.
“Well, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” you reminded him as you wrapped your arms around him, comfortingly. He held you close, and you could feel him playing with your hair as you giggled.
“Okay, we gotta get back before Mr. Dennis comes, or he’ll be really mad that I let you out. Etcetera,” Hedwig nodded, walking with you back to the room where you were supposed to be being held.
The two of you exchanged one last hug before he disappeared, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again. This time you imagined what it may be like to have kids. Patricia would be the aunt that would spoil them rotten. Hedwig would look at it as having a new friend and twenty-four hour playmate. Dennis would probably see it as a nuisance, and would ask that you keep it contained, and Kevin...Kevin would be the happiest he’s ever been. He would want to prove that he could do it; raise a child without all the problems he had to face growing up. That in itself seemed reason enough to do it, but it was all a fantasy made up in your head, and you realized that when Dennis opened your door and let himself inside.
“I brought you something,” Dennis fidgeted, awkwardly, as he did his best to hide whatever it was behind his back. “Close your eyes, and put out your hands.”
If he’d have said those words to Marcia or Claire they would be screaming with fear, but you could hardly contain the excitement that was coursing through your veins. When you opened your eyes, you found a book resting in your palms. ‘Frankenstein’ you read, feeling an immediate attachment to him as a person with this inanimate object. You ran your fingers over the cover. The pages looked as if it had been read a thousand times, but the binding was so perfect that it seemed to be brand new. This represented how well put together he seemed on the outside, and the story behind those walls; his beautiful disguise. Your eyes lit up at the gesture, your heart racing in your chest.
“I thought you might like something to pass the time. It’s - um - it’s my favorite. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to, though.” Dennis stated, his Boston accent thicker than usual in part to his nervousness. Tears swelled in your eyes, but you did your best to blink them away, still so awestruck that he had given you something that meant so much to him.
He was being so gentle, and, without even thinking, you leapt from your spot on the small cot to throw your arms around his neck. His hands rested against your waist, taking in the smell of your hair. Dennis was falling for you, and it absolutely terrified him, but you were just as broken as he was, and he couldn’t help but find some sort of comfort in knowing that.
“Dennis, will you dance with me?” You whispered in his ear, feeling his muscles tense at the feeling of your breath on his skin. It had been a weakness of his, and you’d known it from the start. That day he brought you here, asking Marcia to dance with him, you still burned with jealousy that it hadn’t been you in his arms. At first he was hesitant, his fingers landing stiffly against your sides, and you prayed to no one in particular that he would loosen up.
Finally, he moved with you, slowly at first, before the steps had taken on a life of their own. The two of you seeming to follow the same nonexistent rhythm as you danced to nothing at all. By the time you’d finished, you were entirely out of breath, arms around his neck, beaming widely up at him as you felt his chest against yours. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had been, or how natural it all seemed.
Your insides fluttered, dying to say what was on your mind, but there weren’t enough words to speak how this man made you feel. Which is why you broke the nonexistent barrier, and, without warning, leaned up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.
Dennis stood there, awkwardly, letting it happen, eyes wide in horror before slowly easing into it. You felt his hand slowly move up your back before holding you closer to him. His other placed, softly, against your cheek. Your eyes fell shut, enjoying every second. Your gut told you that this was wrong, but Gods how it felt so right. This was absolute bliss. This was love.
Suddenly, Dennis pulled away, taking a step back as he put his hands on his hips and stared at the ground. He was thinking, and you wanted to know what went on inside that beautiful mind, until he said something that cut you to your core.
“We can’t,” he realized, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have done this, it was a mistake. I can’t get close to you, it’ll only make things harder than they have to be.” He seemed to say it more to himself than to you. Finally, Dennis reached for the door to slam it shut, but you stopped him, taking hold of his thick, bulging, arm, and pressing yourself against him once again.
“Please, please, don’t go. I just,” you stopped, trying to find the words. “I dont want to be alone.”
The hurt in your eyes made him hesitate, and it was that split second of worry that told you he really did care. Before you could stop him, he’d rushed out of the room, leaving you in silence.
Feeling defeated, lost, and alone, you through yourself down on the cot before breaking down in tears. To your surprise, and after what felt like an eternity of sobbing, a soft voice came from the other side of the room. “Y/N, why you cryin?” Hedwig muttered, coming to sit beside you on the tiny bed. You had pulled your legs up to your chest, and, although you hesitated at first, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into his arms. Hedwig didn’t know how to react, his body going limp compared to the stiffness of Dennis. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ultimately, he opted for the safe route as he ran his fingers through your hair, soothingly.
“Is this because of Mr. Dennis? Was he mean to you?” Hedwig finally asked, mustering up the courage to talk to you. “If it is, I told him we’re dating, and that he doesn’t have a chance.”
“Hedwig, I need to tell you something,” you muttered, feeling your heart break once again.
“Wait, wait! Do you like Mr. Dennis?!” Hedwig gasped, unable to comprehend what was happening as he pushed you off of him. “But - but I thought you were my girlfriend?!” He stammered, looking at you like a lost puppy.
“You’re my friend, and I care about you in a different way than I care about him.” You confessed, trying your best to clear up this whole entire situation. “I love you both, just in different ways,” saying it out loud meant finally coming to terms with it, and it only made it hurt worse. Maybe you’d been wrong; maybe Dennis didn’t care about you at all.
“He didn’t pick you! He wanted them. The other girls! You’re mine!” He shouted, bringing you back to reality as your breath caught in your throat. This nine year old had found a way to pour salt in an open wound, and you could feel it eating at you from the inside out.
A heart wrenching sob pulled from your throat, echoing off the walls as you tried to stop yourself from falling apart in front of him. Fuck this, fuck all of it. What made Claire and Marcia so perfect?
Hedwig sat there, fearing what you might do next as the truth soared through your veins like a venomous drug. Your eyes were bloodshot, your throat burned, and you felt like you could never shed another tear, but they still came. “Y/N...do you want me to talk to him? I mean, he doesn’t really listen to me, but I can if you want me to,” Hedwig offered, seeing how hard this was for you. As much as he wanted you for himself, he couldn’t help that he also wanted to make you happy.
“You would do that for me?” You whimpered, wiping the tears from your eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didn’t deserve Hedwig as a friend, he was too kind hearted.
“Of course I would, but, I don’t know what you see in him, I think he’s creepy,” Hedwig shivered, making a disgusted face. It was enough to make you smile, leaning in for a quick hug before he took off.
Part of you hated yourself for what you were about to do, but the other half convinced you that it was okay. So, instead of shredding the book that Dennis had given you, you’d decided to read it instead. With every turn of a page you found yourself falling more in love with him as a person, and understanding why this book mattered to him so much. As your eyes grew heavy, you pulled the book against your chest, cradling it in your arms; which is exactly how you’d fallen asleep.
When you woke up, Dennis was standing over you, arms crossed, breathing heavily. It seemed as if he were contemplating how to go about this whole ordeal. Looking up at him, you were sure your eyes were bloodshot, and you realized your appearance must have been questionable.
“Speak,” he finally ordered, making you jump at how dark his voice was. This was a side of him that you’d rarely seen, and it was starting to make you nervous. It should’ve absolutely terrified you, made you cower beneath him. No, this voice did something entirely opposite. It awoke something in you that you’d never felt before; a burning hunger in your gut that was completely alien to you. You needed him like a moth needed a flame, and like an addict needed a drug. He was your drug. Dennis never made it feel like love, though. No, this was cat and mouse to him. Just another game, and, with your head in the clouds, you couldn’t help but let your mouth flow freely with how you’d been feeling from the moment you were brought here.
“I think I love you,” you muttered, giving it everything you had as you threw all caution to the wind. This was your chance to get exactly what you wanted, pain, and lies, and chaos combined. If he didn’t kill you, the adrenaline of your love for him would.
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littlemessyjessi · 5 years
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“Big Daddy”: Split Imagine: Dennis Edition
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Split Imagine Split Dennis Imagine Kevin Wendell Crumb Dennis x Reader Plus Size Reader
This first time I'd met Kevin I hadn't actually met Kevin.
I'd met Barry.
Barry, the exuberant, expressive, friendly fashion obsessed personality living in Kevin's body.
He tended to be up front most of the time since he was much more personable.
Barry was one of Kevin's many personalities.
Some I'd met, some I hadn't.
Hedwig was my precious little peach that I would spoil at ANY opportunity.
Much to the disappointment of Patricia.
As she had informed me every time I'd met her.
Jade was a fiesty friend who I talked gossip with.
But my favorite was Dennis.
Now, the irony of this is that if you'd ever met Dennis...you'd really that statement is so ridiculous is almost laughable.
Dennis isn't what I'd call a people person.
He's a bit stiff and very proper and all about a routine.
He's got to have his things a certain way.
And I guess I'm a glutton for punishment because he's the one I've got the crush on.
They call Kevin crazy because he's got twenty three personalities living in one body.
However, I think I'm the real loon because I'm hopelessly in love with Dennis...the one who is soooo disinterested in me.
And to boot, I genuinely love all of them.
In different ways, of course but I do.
Anyway, enough with the sap.
Back to Dennis.
So, all the personalities take a shift working.
For the most part anyway.
Hedwig, well it just depends.
He's a bit of a handful most of the time but he's generally harmless.
If not a bit flighty.
Anyway most of the time the shifts at work were between Dennis and Barry.
Apparently, Jade and I had made too many comments on the cute butts around us and she'd been forbidden to have what she called 'the light'.
I knew the moment I stepped into work that morning who was there.
The glasses on his face was an easy tell but the sheer rigid posture told me the real truth.
"Mornin', Dennis." I chirped as I stepped up beside him and placed my things into my locker for the day.
He was quite for a moment and surveyed me over his shoulder.
Dennis was calculative and perceptive.
He always analyzed me when he looked at me.
It often reminded me of all those nature documentaries I'd watched as a child when a leopard would analyze their prey.
That very fact should have been enough to deter me from him.
But no.
Apparently, I'm  attracted to that kind of thing.
"Good morning." he said before releasing my name from his lips slowly and precisely.
"Looking forward to today?" I asked pulling my lanyard around my neck and checking my keys before pinning my name tag into it's proper place.
I purposefully haphazardly threw it around my neck and let the tag sit askew.
I was testing him.
Dennis was incredibly good at diverting situations and just fleeing when it didn't suit him or standing there and suffering.
I intended to force him to have a conversation more than five seconds today.
"About what?" he snapped, a little rougher than he'd meant to.
I knew what the problem was.
His nostrils flared as he looked at the twisted lanyard.
His fist clenched as he kept glancing at the crooked name tag.
"There's a field trip today." I beamed.  "I'm leading the group.  We plan to stop by later and say hi.  You're one of the best workers here and I want them to know that."
The sentiment had been sweet but I figured he'd barely heard it.
I could see his shoulders tensing up for a second before his face changed completely.
Pure sass coated his features and I greeted my friend.
"Hey, girl."
"Hello, Jade." I said giving her a hug as she took his glasses off. "Look, babes, I love you but make Dennis come back.  I gotta ask him something."
She groaned, clearly unhappy, "Girl! I ain't seen you in four days and this is what I get!?"
"Jade, I love you.  I do.  But trust me?" I said settling a hand on her shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and kissed her fingers before peacing out.
The cheeky grin and bone crushing hug I recieved told me it was Hedwig who surfaced next.
Well that and the non stop talking.
I gave the boy a hug and told him I needed to see Dennis again.
He whined- naturally but evening Barry came to the light.
"Hello, Barry. Lovely to see you." I addressed him before I began, "You can relay this message.  If Dennis is not standing in front of me in the next five seconds I'm coming to work tomorrow wearing the most hideously dirty outfit I have and I'm following him around all day singing the wrong lyrics to every Disney song I know."
Barry didn't even have a chance to say good bye before I was greeted with a very, very irritated Dennis.
"What do you want?"  he snapped.
"Fix the tag." I said.
"Excuse me?" he snapped.
"Fix it." I said with a sigh.  "And the lanyard."
He just stared at me angrily.
"I know you want to." I said and his hands reached out and fixed them before he tucked them into his pockets.
"Honestly, I was just trying to talk to you." I supplied.  
"By purposefully pushing my buttons?" he asked.
"It was foolish." I said.
"Yes." he said. "It was."
I shrugged.
"And for what purpose did this serve?" he pressed.
"I just like you." I said. "Think you're cute.  And you've got a nice butt."
"Kevin is cute." he said. "Kevin is the one with the ..."
"No, it's you." I cut him off. "There's a difference.  And I can tell who's who before you even look at me in the morning."
He pursed his lips momentarily before glancing at me over the tops of the glasses he'd placed back on his face.
"No dirty clothes." he said.
"I knew you could hear me when the others were there." I smirked.
"And no Disney songs." he said. "Period."
I smirked, "Oh?  And I here I was thinking I might dance to a few."
I could see his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together.
"It's unwise to test me, little one." he said.
"I'd never test, Big Daddy." I smirked as smacked his chest as I passed him. "But I'm an awful big tease."
I knew he watched me walk away.
I knew he'd probably have me bent over something later.
And I knew we both craved it.
And I was just fucking fine with that.
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The One Who Didn't Like You, Pt. 1
Dennis (Split) x reader
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Description: You like Dennis, but Dennis has never liked you. One bad day makes you bold and you try to tease him, but his reaction is not what you expected...
Warning(s): Angst, arguing, cursing, sexual/suggestive content
Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with Kyle from Food City? Or Jace from high-school band? Or Louis from Tinder? No, you had to catch feelings for the person least interested in you. Miss Patricia said that was wrong, she seemed to think he tolerated you more than he did. Jade and Barry shared the sentiment, albeit a bit more dramatically, they tried to tell you he was completely definitely in love with you. Kevin even argued that he must have some feelings for you. And Hedwig, well Hedwig kept asking if you could name your kids after him. You hadn’t talked to many of the others about it, you weren’t as close with them. However, even with people whose opinions you would usually trust without thought assuring you that Dennis did not find you disgusting, you were utterly unconvinced.
Dennis was a refined, intelligent, put together man. He probably preferred a woman more along the lines of those standards. You did not fit that image. Your dismissal of Dennis’s alleged feelings were not solely based on your insecurities, however. As comfortable as you were with everyone from Patricia to even the Beast and all the personalities in between, you had never been able to create a connection between yourself and Dennis. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you used to always try to talk to Dennis when he was around. He wasn’t rude to you by any means, you could just tell that he was uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, answered quickly, and never initiated a conversation. At first you thought maybe you had an unevenly buttoned shirt, or a stain on your jeans, that maybe his OCD was the reason for his discomfort. However, no matter how you dressed or meticulously inspected yourself it was never enough.
You couldn’t believe you had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn’t as if you were in love when you first met him, though you couldn’t lie, seeing his body language and expressions did make you fairly attracted to him. You had primarily only found him attractive for the longest time. Your infatuation didn’t start until one night when you had stayed over at their place. You were up very late, sitting in the kitchen and sipping on a glass of water. Dennis had heard when you tripped over your own pajama pants and fell outside his door. You hadn’t disclosed your reasoning for requesting to stay at their home, but it was clear something was bothering you. Dennis approached you slowly.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled.
“You alright?” he asked. He stayed a good distance away from you, not quite willing to sit beside you or even stand beside you.
You rubbed your eyes, hoping he would think the redness was from your hand and not your tears. “Yeah, fine.”
Dennis simply stared at you for a second before he turned around and left without a word. You almost burst into tears then, not sure what you had expected, but hoping for something more. It was a good thing you didn’t though, because mere moments later he returned. You couldn’t speak you were so shocked when he walked up behind you, placing a much too big for you sweater around your shoulders. The warmth you felt startled you, as you honestly hadn’t even realized you were cold. Dennis smoothed the shoulders down over you, pressing out all the wrinkles. It was because of his OCD, but in that moment it just felt like a tender touch.
“It’s my old one, you can have it. I know Kevin makes it pretty cold in here.” He rumbled, his low voice sending more shivers down your spine.
You barely mumbled a thank you as he left, staring wide eyed at his retreating back.
It was sad that this was what turned the tables for you, but now anytime you saw him you felt a rush of emotions; nervousness, attraction, longing… honestly it was embarrassing. From that moment on you were sure every interaction was different, at least in your head. You thought he looked at you with a slightly difficult look in his eye, but it was probably nothing.
Part of you hoped he wouldn’t be home tonight, but part of you hoped he would be. You had requested again to stay with them again tonight, and Jade had cleared it with you. As you wandered down the endless corridors to get to their home, you tried not to think too much about Dennis and just focus on the directions you’d memorized to get to them. Two rights and a left later and you stepped up to their main door, raising a fist to knock.
“Hold on a minute,” you heard Jade stumble to the door, checking when you heard a thud and a curse. The door swung open and Jade froze, expression shifting from a welcoming smile to a rather coy one. “Well hello, foxy lady,” she teased.
You flushed, pulling down your skirt. “Shut up,” You stepped by her, hanging your purse on the coat rack. “thanks again for letting me stay over… again,”
Jade ignored you, striding over and spinning you around to face her. She bit her lip, giving you a once over. “Well if you’re tryna catch his attention you’re definitely on the right track,”
“I’m not, shut up!” You were lying. You definitely picked out a pleated black and yellow plaid skirt with an oversized black off the shoulder sweater for a reason – and the lack of bra was also for a reason. It wasn’t too obvious, though. You weren’t that brave.
Jade was, though. She reached out and gave your boob a squeeze, laughing when you squealed and swatted her away. “What’s this for then?”
You tried to hide your smile. “I just felt like it.”
“Well I’m impressed but I’m not the one you’re trying to impress,” Jade giggled. “Sit down, I’ll start the movie.”
You flopped onto the couch, pulling your skirt down over your thighs. It was pretty short…
You had a bad day. A really bad day. Your roommate was a bitch but she charged low rates. On days when she was particularly bad you stayed over with Kevin and the alters. In your heated rush to pack your bag and head out you had made a rash decision. You were mad at your roommate and your landlord and some asshole on the freeway and when you thought of him, Dennis too. So you were going to make it hard for him to ignore you. You knew he had a thing for pleated skirts and obviously braless girls, Barry had made fun of his fashion taste enough in the past. You were gonna piss everyone off today. However, as you walked down the corridors your anger cooled, and you had begun to realize what you were wearing, just as you were now, sitting on the couch.
You couldn’t focus on the movie at all. You were too stressed that Dennis would take the light at some point tonight, or that Jade would convince him to. You didn’t think she noticed your discomfort. By the end of the movie you had wiggled your skirt so low it was hanging lower on your hips, and Jade was almost asleep. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.
“It’s late girl,” she stood, rubbing her eyes. “I’m gonna head to sleep.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully she’d go to sleep and nobody else would get the light, and if she didn’t you’d get to bed fast anyway. “Okay, I’ll go soon too.”
“Gnight, Y/N.” Jade mumbled, shuffling to her room.
You stayed there for a moment before finally getting up the energy to stand. You were tired too. You winced at your skirt’s waistband cutting into your hips. You glanced around the corner, making sure there was no sign of Jade before you pulled up your skirt. Geez, it barely covered your ass. You hoped you hadn’t flashed anyone on your way there…
You decided tonight you would grab yourself a glass of water first and then head to bed, so you grabbed your bag and made your way to the kitchen. You stood on your tippy toes and grabbed yourself a glass. You filled it with water and began to walk to your room, but, because you were ever a klutz, tripped over your own feet. Now thankfully you didn’t fall, but you did definitely drop the entire glass on the floor. You cursed. The glass somehow didn’t shatter, but did leave a rather large puddle and roll all the way under the table. You decided you would tackle the puddle first. You managed to soak most of it up with half a roll of paper towels pretty quickly, you just needed the glass. You knelt down, spotting it on the other side of the table. Shifting to your hands and knees you almost had to go completely under the table, but you did manage to grab it. Just as you grasped the glass, you heard a voice behind you.
“Fucking hell.”
You knew that voice anywhere. You cringed inwardly, scooting out from under the table and trying your best not to look at Dennis, who was undoubtedly disgusted by the mess he knew you just made. “Sorry, I dropped my glass… I cleaned it up, and the glass didn’t even break, see? I -"
You broke and looked up at him, but froze when you saw him. His expression was not one you had seen before. His fists were clenched and so was his jaw. His eyes were not on the damp floor or the unbroken glass, but on your skirt. You swallowed. Oh yeah, your skirt. You were just bent over in front of him. He had to be blind to not have seen all the way to your thong.
His chest heaved under his white night t shirt and you could tell his teeth were clenched as he spoke. “What… what are you doing?”
“I…” you swallowed, slowly standing up. “Cleaning up my mess…”
He wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He just stared at you, his face and body so tense it looked like he was fighting something. You pulled down your skirt a little, and his eyes darted down to it.
“Why are you wearing that? You never dress like this,”
“You know what I dress like?” you cringed inwardly. That was not the conversation you should be having. You didn’t know what conversation you should be having, but if wasn’t that.
“Yes, I’ve been around you and seen what you wear. It isn’t that.”
You felt a little offended by his attitude towards you. Usually he was passive, but right now he was being so aggressive. “Why does it matter? Maybe I had a date or I just thought I looked good,”
His expression changed. “Why did you have a date?”
“I didn’t,” you admitted, half wishing you’d have lied. “But I could’ve,”
“With who?”
You blinked. “Nobody, I just said -"
“You said you could have. You could have had a date with who?”
This was a strange conversation. You could almost, almost see jealousy in Dennis's eyes. So you made a decision. If you were wrong this would be the most embarrassing moment in your life, but if you were right…
You stepped forward, pulling your skirt back up on your hips. You noted his lingering gaze. “Dennis, why does that matter? If I want a date I will go get one. I have nobody pining over me or waiting for me so I have no reason not to. So if I want to pull up my skirt and take off my bra and go find somebody who thinks I’m beautiful and wants to take me home I will. I have nothing stopping me, do I?”
You were at a standstill. You wouldn’t speak until he spoke first. You felt triumphant, confident.
Then, Dennis turned to leave.
You watched in shock as he rounded the corner, all of your confidence draining. You were wrong. “Fuck you and fuck me,” you mumbled. Tears welled in your eyes. “Asshole.”
“What was that?”
You shook your head, grabbing your bag and stomping down the hallway with hi.. “I said fuck you and fuck me, you asshole.”
“Why?”
You stopped, spinning to face him. “Because you can’t be a normal person. You can’t just reject me or tell me you’re not interested, you just walk away. You walk away like your better than me and you are I guess but you don’t have to be such a fucking dick about it!”
“Reject you?”
“Yes, reject me. What you think I dressed like your fantasy chick and stare at you all the time? Because I’m interested in somebody else?”
Dennis looked stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. You felt your heart beat slow. You were at another standstill, but this time he was cemented in place.
“You didn’t know that?” you asked.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me?”
You felt your heart melt as his voice broke. You thought it had been obvious. “Because… you’re sweet, deep down. You’re protective, you care so deeply for Kevin and the others, you’re smart and eloquent … I love your accent, you’re so identifiable from the others, you’re handsome and brave… because you’re you, Dennis.”
Dennis had tears welled in his eyes, and he looked like he was assessing you, searching for a reason to doubt you.
You decided to take another risk. You walked to him slowly, giving him enough time to back away if he needed. You stopped right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat coming off of his body. You moved incredibly slowly, giving him even more time to back away, but he still didn’t. So you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. It took him a moment but to your surprise, he slowly wrapped his arms around you too. Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could feel it, but you could feel his too. His body was firm and warm and you never wanted to let go. You felt his breath on your ear as he nuzzled into you.
“Is this a rejection hug?” you mumbled.
“No,” Dennis’s chest rumbled as he spoke.
You squeezed him lightly, gently starting to stroke his back. It took him a moment, but you felt Dennis’s hand shakily, slowly lower. With one hand he played with the hem of your shirt, and with the other he gently rubbed the place your bra would be. You slid a hand under his shirt, letting it rest on his side and giving him permission to do the same.
His hand slid under slowly, just barely grazing your skin with his fingertips before he let himself lay his hand flat on your back. He shuddered as he felt up your bare back, imagining what was on the other side. You could feel his hesitation to touch you any further. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, but you were also scared of this being a one time thing. You loved him, this would be more than sex for you.
“Dennis?”
He retracted his hand, assuming he had crossed a line. “I’m sorry, I -"
“No no,” you grabbed his larger hand, holding it as best you could in yours. “If you want to take me into your bedroom and screw me and then pretend it never happened I can’t do that. I can’t get you for a night and never have you again, I want so much more with you. So tell me now, please.”
Dennis stared down at you as if you had three heads. “Nobody’s ever looked at me like you do,” he mumbled.
You flushed and looked away, focusing on his hand. He pulled it from your hand and instead engulfed yours with his. He gave it a squeeze. “Please don’t ever stop,” He said.
You couldn’t keep the smile that spread across your face off. You brought his hand to your cheek, pressing against him and closing your eyes. He released your hand and held your face for a moment before he moved again, threading his hand through your hair and cupping the base of you head. He watched you closely for any sign you wanted him to stop. You made sure not to give him any. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping again just before your lips touched. You stood up on your toes and pressed your mouth on his, your whole body electrifying. You’d fantasized about this for so long, and it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. He was perfect, the hand on the back of your neck firm hut not painful, his other hand traveling down your side and under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands first. He was finally yours to hold and squeeze and just touch. Your right hand cupped his jaw, loving the feel of him moving in the kiss. Your other hand mimicked his, under his shirt and feeling up his back. You moaned into his mouth and he gripped your hair along with your neck, and you squeaked when he pulled you forwards. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I… I want…” you couldn’t get the words out, or you couldn’t decide on them, you weren’t even sure.
He understood. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
...
This is part one, do we want a part two? I may have some smut on the way... lol I'm in such need for Dennis content I'm just writing it myself.
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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 3 years
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Kevin Imagine: Finding you after you escaped
Basically like the scene were Claire manages to get out of the room but hot 🔥
Content/Warnings: Sexual tensionnn 👀, Angsty at first, Kidnapping, Female Reader, probably Stockholm syndrome idk
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The other two girls you were there with pushed the door shut, holding it close with all their body weight against the man that was attempting to get in. Never before did you need to have your muscles work like this, you were clinging onto the opening you found in the ceiling for dear life. You breathed heavily, working up all your strength to hinge up your entire body weight. 
You breathed out heavily when you managed to get up, letting your body drop on the cool metal surface. But there was no time to waste, you shuffled around to move forward, getting faster when you heard the door getting opened with force back there. But he didn’t come after you, not up here, he would try to catch you once you were down. 
Your palms were cold in fear, your eyes searched the dark as you kept on searching for the next opening to drop out from. 
You climbed out to find yourself in a dark floor that looked like it was somewhere underground.. there were pipes, the ground was dirty and only a few lightbulbs were keeping it lit enough to see. 
You breathed in for a moment, looking around and deciding to walk left. The adrenaline made you shaky, your legs threatened to give in. 
“Hey!!” A male voice echoed, and your breath quickened. He was there! He was there, how could he find you so quick?! Lunging forward you ran as fast as you could, hearing your blood pump in your ears. 
You found a corner with several lockers, your shaky hand reached out to open one of them before you stepped inside and closing the door. You felt the walls brush against your elbows, and put your hands on your chest, feeling your heart race even through the fabric of your sweater. 
For a few moments it was quiet, until suddenly you saw him rush by, past the lockers. You could only see a little through the small slits in the door. You breathed out in relief, tears forming in your eyes as the adrenaline overwhelmed your system. You could barely stand anymore, but you had no other choice. 
Maybe you could stay there until he went back up.. just to be safe..
“Found you” 
You flinched hard when suddenly he faced you, only the door in between you as the cold blue eyes gazed into yours. You let out a little noise, pressing your back at the metal back of the locker. 
“I thought I lost you... now, step out please.”
You didn’t know why he.. asked instead of just dragging you out, or why he added a please. It felt strange from your kidnapper, yet it somehow suited the atmosphere this alter had to him. 
If you recalled it right.. Hedwig said he was called ‘Dennis’
Hesitantly you pushed open the door, fingertips grazing the metal door one last time that gave you last bit of safety between you and him. Stepping out you looked at him in defeat, your knees were shaking too now. 
He adjusted his glasses and eyed you sternly. Maybe it was still the adrenaline, but you felt yourself blushing as you were looked at so.. intensely. 
Using all courage you had, you spoke up to break the silence.
“Are you.. Dennis?” You asked, and having you say his name in this hazy, shy way made his eyebrow twitch as a very unwanted feeling made itself known. 
He inhaled sharply and let his gaze drop down instead, he didn’t like how your exhausted and yet curious gaze made him feel. 
That was when he saw how dirty your sweater has gotten. How did he not notice that before?? He clenched his jaw. 
“Your sweater.. it’s ruined.. thats..” he seemed to struggle, grimacing just the tiniest bit as the stern expression hardened. “Remove it.” He eventually said and watched you closely. 
For a moment you froze- he really wanted you to take of your shirt in.. in front of hm? But he was serious about it, and judging from the way he acted you could assume that he was always being serious. 
So you slowly begun to tug out the hem of your sweater from your skirt, hooking your fingers under it to hesitantly lift it up. You kept eye contact as you lifted the fabric over your chest, exposing your curves now in nothing but a bra. 
He couldn’t help but trace up the exposed skin with his eyes for a moment. You stripped off the sweater completely now and handed it to him. Dennis walked past you to the locker now and begun to fold the sweater to put in there. 
He had his back turned on you.. you cautiously took a few steps backwards. You had to try, you just had to.. 
Turning around you tried to run- tried to go for one last attempt when suddenly your felt your legs failing you at the same moment. Your muscles couldn’t withstand the exhaustion anymore and you harshly dropped to the floor, feeling pain strike through you. “Ah!” 
Dennis instantly turned around, alarmed at the sudden gasp only to see you sprawled out on the ground. He put two and two together, you had tried to flee again.. how foolish. 
His eyes widened in the next moment, when you tried to get up on your hands and knees, making your skirt ride up for a moment. His whole body became stiff and he hurried to your sides to avoid this view, getting you up by your arms. 
When you stood he instantly let go of you, getting some distance between himself and you and looking you up. Your knees were bruised.. he sighed and and frowned. 
He urged you to come with him, but as you went along he could see you collapsing again a few steps in. Luckily, he was quick enough to grab your waist and come up behind you so you dropped against his chest instead. 
His thumbs lightly dug in your hips, making you gasp in surprise at he contact. You felt yourself dropping against him, grabbing back onto him in your panic. 
Only when you felt a little stable enough you realized.. that the fabric you clung onto wasn’t from his shirt, you had dug your fingers in his thighs. 
He felt his breath skip, unintentionally squeezing your hips at the sensation. Dennis clenched his jaw, you could feel him breathing heavily on your neck. 
This.. wasn’t good. That wasn't good, because it felt good. Dennis felt the urge to push you away and get distance between you, he stiffed as he forced himself to hold onto you because he knew you would fall again. 
You in turn felt your heart race even more than before on your escape. His chest was rising and sinking against your head and back, his large hands were placed on your hips for stability. They held you firmly in place, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. They intensified even when he squeezed you lightly, your hips responding by flinching a little. 
He felt it of course, and couldn’t help on noticing over how.. responsive your body was.
He bend down for a moment, his face now directly next to yours as he reached down to grab the back of your knees. You could his breath graze from your neck down to your shoulders before he picked you up in his arms like a bride. 
As he hiked you up your faces came really close for a second, noses only a few inches away from each other before you dropped on his arms. You gazed into each others eyes before he turned to look forward and begun to carry you down the hallway, back were you came from. 
The lights were dim, you looked up to see his face getting dipped into darkness before he stepped into the next lit area again. The vein on his neck pulsated, but he walked calmly as if you weighted nothing. Now that his arm was wrapped around your back to hold you, you could feel his biceps- you wouldn’t have expected him to be so.. strong. 
You swallowed, despite not wearing a sweater anymore you could feel warmth rising within you. Why did you feel like that.. it was fear mixed with a hint of excitement that you would definitely refuse to admit to. 
“T-Thank you..” you muttered. You couldn’t have walked all the way back yourself at this point.. He huffed quietly. 
Dennis carried you back where you came from, only that this time he walked you into a kitchen. He carefully set you down on one of the chairs and begun to look around for some first aid.
When he found what he was looking for he walked over to you in his usual, stern but calm manner and kneeled down in front of you to get better access to your bruised knees. 
“You should be more careful.” He said in his dark yet so strangely smooth voice, sighing as he begun to disinfect the wound. Instinctively you apologized, which made him look up. “Behave now, and I might let you return to your friends.” 
You did as you were told, sitting still for him while he carefully cared for your bruises. It became quite difficult for him though to make his gaze stay were it was supposed to be since he had your bare thighs right in front of him. But from everyone he was definitely the person with the most discipline, so he got the job done quickly. 
Usually Patricia would have come through by the point were he cared for your wounds, it was very unlike her not to appear in that situation. But truth was that he didn’t want to go. 
Standing up again, he adjusted his shirt. You could have easily tried to attack him while he had been busy patching you up but you behaved as he told you to. “Good girl.” 
You blushed a little, and he helped you up as you seemed to be able to walk the last bit yourself now. 
Dennis led you out and back to the door that you had only seen from the other side so far, relief washed over you since you would be able to see the others again. 
He got the keys and looked at you one more time- he should be mindful of dealing with you.. he felt so strangely conflicted about you. 
With that last glance he opened the door and let you go inside. You rushed to embrace your friends, but you couldn’t help but looking back at the entrance as you hugged your friend. The door closed.
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The slashers found out nurse y/n just got engaged (they have feelings for her), a tiny angst won't hurt right? 😶‍🌫️
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It would take a fool not to notice the way Norman was staring at you. He was completely and deeply enamored with you. And when you met the man of your life, he never thought he stood a chance. But, he did. Even though Norman found every single one of his defaults and made it his duty to tell you...the man asked you to become his fiancé and Norman didn't know how to respond when he asked him next to be his best man for a probable future marriage. Norman was heartbroken, but hid it the best he could. He tried to be happy for the both of you. But, he didn't know how.
Whenever he would see you, his smile would widen and he'd have a hard time accepting the truth.
You were his little monster. He had seen you on your worst day and had kept caring after you. It seemed everybody knew about your relationship beside the two of you. Even your husband knew and did at times look at the both of you strangely...He knew there was something there from the start. But, when you told him that there was nothing, he decided to try and ask you out.
No one could have foretold that you'd accept. He was the first surprised. But, he sure glad he asked first. Because he perfectly knew that if Norman had asked first ? There was no way you would have said no.
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Michael was there when you got engaged and boy, did it hurt...to realize he would never be the one to hold your hand at the end of the aisle. But, he knew you'd be alright. You were a smart girl/boy, and so was you partner. You would be alright. That's the only thing he wanted. Yeah...Nothing more, right ?
He pretended not to feel the tears running down his face and looked up at the ceiling. It was for the best after all...
What could he have brought you ? A long life of pain and suffering. He would have tried to kill you, he would have plunged you in an endless hole full of terrible struggle you weren't ready for.
So, he accepted to let you go and pretended not to feel the tears or his heart breaking in his chest. Michael Myers wasn't meant to be happy and even when you asked him if he was happy ? He lied. He was fine. You were happy.
That's all that mattered...
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Freddy was frustrated when he heard the news, but didn't say anything at first. He spent most of his time in his room and made sure to avoid you. But then, you cornered him and demanded he explained why he seemed so upset ? And boy...You weren't ready for his answer.
"You wanna spend the rest of your life with a normy ? A boring little boy ? Go on then. Love him. Care for him. Spend your whole wild life with him. I don't care. But, know...Know that I know what you feel for me. It will eat ya alive. You may lay with him every night. But, I'll be waiting in your dreams, sweetheart."
Your eyes widened significantly at his outburst and they filled with tears.
"...You are such a big idiot, Freddy Krueger.", you uttered with a small tremor in your voice and his eyes seemed to soften for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and you really thought for a moment that he would apologize...But, he didn't. He looked away and smiled sadly to himself.
"Sure. I'm the idiot. But, you still fell for me, didn't ya ?"
Your eyes widened even more and he looked up knowingly at you. He didn't want to hurt you. It was the truth. You couldn't hide it, but it did. I did hurt. He knew. He had always known.
"Why...Why didn't you say anything when I accepted their proposal ?", you asked and Freddy's smile faltered.
"...Because idiots like me like to break things and darling, you're made of fuckin' glass."
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Bo had locked himself in his garage since the moment Lester had told him about your engagement. He tried to convince himself that he didn't care, but it only made him more upset. Hadn't he been crystal clear ?! Hadn't he made it fuckin' clear that he wanted you ?!
When you entered his garage to bring him food, the sole sight of you was enough to make him angry. He slapped the plate you had in your hands and instead grabbed you by the throat to pin you against the nearest wall.
"Watya want from me, huh ? Why did you do that ?! Did you want me to fuckin' beg ?! To tell you that it kills me to see ya with that little cute stupid smile on your face and with your big heart-shaped eyes on your princess/prince—the one that isn't me ?"
Your eyes filled with tears and Bo hid his underneath his cap. It was no use. He released you. Your breath hitched as he suddenly pulled you closer to whisper in your ear.
"...Why the heck did you choose him ?! Was I gettin' fuckin' boring to you or sumthin' ?! Was I just a funny distraction to you, huh ? Did you have fun ? Hope you did..."
You didn't answer and Bo sneered before shaking his head.
"That's what I thought. Play with Bo. But, don't get too close...Or you may burn. Worse part is ? I would have given you everything."
Before you could say anything, he was out the door and you were left with only your broken heart and tears.
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"...I will kill him/her.", Jason seethed while glaring at your fiance—but Freddy shook his head before huffing a mocking laugh of disbelief.
"No. You won't."
Jason was about to reply when he saw the way Freddy was looking at you...Matter of fact, he saw the way all the slashers were looking at you and realized just how much the event affected them. You were getting married. You wouldn't only be theirs anymore and even though you were going to stay their favorite nurse...Something would break.
They all knew it.
They had all tried to forget the fact that you were human, but the fact that you were getting married when none of them would ever find love made them realize just how normal you were.
Jason looked at you wordlessly and for the first time, Jason felt a new emotion rise in him: hate. He had never felt it before.
He hated you. And he hated himself. He ha taken too long and now, he was suffering the consequences. But, it was better to blame you.
It was better than to admit that he had made a mistake and had waited too long...thinking you would wait for him.
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"Don't marry that cunt.", Jack told you as you were about to step forward towards the altar. You stopped dead in your tracks and huffed a small laugh of disbelief.
"Wow. And why—in the name of all that is—should I do that ?"
Jack didn't laugh. He stepped forward and grabbed your wrist.
"You know why. I ain't gotta spell it out for you, do I ?" There was a certain desperation in his voice and you snorted before pulling away.
"Matter-of-fact ? I do. Come on, Torrance. Tell me. Tell me the one thing that you refused to give me. Tell me the one thing that I waited for you to say during all this time, but you never did. Say it. Say it now and I'll go with you."
Jack knew exactly what you wanted. The three little words that would change everything. He wanted to tell you. Badly. But, he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew what would be the price to pay.
And he couldn't. He couldn't go through all of it again. So, he remained silent and lowered his head. You clenched your jaw and finally spat out.
"Coward."
You then stepped forward and hid the tears that were threatening to spill behind your veil.
Jack remained silent because deep down, he knew you were right. He was a coward. And you deserts much better. So, he clapped. He clapped and clapped until his hands almost fell off.
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You had tried to see Brahms before the wedding, but he couldn't face you. He couldn't even meet your gaze when you finally found him next to the buffet.
"Brahms. Look at me.", you told him, and even though Brahms was usually eager to obey—he didn't this time.
"Brahms...Can't...Sad.",he tried to explain and you frowned in incomprehension.
"...Sad ?", you urged him on and Brahms nodded.
"Yes. Sad."
"Why ?", you asked him to develop and Brahms looked away before confessing.
"Brahms...Wanted Y/N to be his friend forever."
You smiled, even though the words hit you deeper than anything. Brahms had never ever called you anything else than friend. So, you had assumed that's all you were for him. It was no use waiting, but Brahms seemed very upset about the news.
"Hey. I'll still be your friend. Don't worry."
You tried to comfort him, but Brahms seemed to refuse your soothing words as he punched the wall next to him and shouted.
"BRAHMS WANTS Y/N TO HIMSELF ! NO ONE ELSE !"
Your eyes widened at his outburst, but before you could tell him anything, he was gone. What you didn't know is that Brahms wanted more than to be friends with you, but didn't have the words. So, he had found the only word he thought would make you stay.
But, it was too late now. And even though Brahms now knew what he was feeling was love...It was too late. He was too late.
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Penny had never once told you that he loved you. You had fooled around, kissed a few times...But, he had never told you what he felt. So, you thought he only wanted to have fun and that was it. So, when one of your colleagues started asking you on dates and you found yourself enjoying his company more and more...You could only said yes when he asked if you wanted to get engaged. But, you had underestimated Penny's claim on you.
The otherworldly being wasn't a sharer.
He tried to tell you by kissing you again and again, not caring about your protests. He could feel that you wanted him as well, but was surprised when you pushed him away.
"No. Penny. No.", you told him. And for a second, he obeyed...until he attempted again.
"PENNY ! STOP !"
This time, he could hear it was serious and stopped, but scrunched his nose in confusion.
"Stop ? Why ?"
You sighed.
"I'm engaged."
You showed him the ring and Penny tilted his head, barely giving the jewel a dismissive glance.
"And ?"
You sighed once more before explaining.
"It means we have to stop. I love him. And he loves me. So, this ? Us ? It has to stop."
Penny's eyes crossed as he tried very hard to understand, but when you attempted to leave—he giggled.
"Silly human...As if you could ever prefer that pitiful little human over me ? A god ?"
You glanced back at him, but with an apologetic look this time around.
"Goodbye, Penny."
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"Congrats.", Pennywise said when he heard. He seemed the less surprised and even sat beside you to give you his support. But, it was to be expected...
"Yeah..." You eyed his expression for the smallest hint of disappointment or at least a little sign that he was feeling sad. But, he didn't show any.
"I can feel that you are disappointed about my lack of reaction. Why did you expect me to have an issue with the decision ?", he asked knowingly and your face heat up a little as you had forgotten he would read minds.
"Because...Because I kinda thought that you loved me.", you confessed and thought Pennywise would mock you or roll his eyes, but he did neither. Instead, he answered you truthfully.
"Pennywise doesn't love. Hasn't for a long time. Nah. You took the right decision."
You were surprised by the approval and when you looked back, Pennywise smiled at you. He was trying to be supportive.
He wouldn't tell you how hurt he was. He wouldn't admit to his feelings towards you, because that would mean he was in the wrong and had let his only ticket to happiness slip away. Again.
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"Congratulations. I am...happy for you."
Kevin told the both of you and you felt a lump in your throat as you heard the slight hesitation in his voice.
Kevin ignored the voices of all the personalities in his brain and forced a smile on his face as he told you he hoped you would haze a great life together.
Even though, the personalities were all protesting and tried to stop him, Kevin went on and didn't pay them any mind. He would let them be the price of your happiness. No matter what they all felt about you.
And he was surprised by his own power of will as he succeeded in blocking all their voices away and sound somehow genuine in his wished.
His heart bled. But, as long as you were happy...He wouldn't say anything. He would smile. Wave. Dance. And even make a fool out of himself...He didn't care. You were the only human being who had ever seen him and trusted him. So, he would lock all of his feelings away and let them be smothered away.
You mattered. You are the only one who ever mattered...
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Say It Again | Dennis (Split) x Reader
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Gif not mine!
Summary: Reader tells Dennis they love him for the first time.
Word count: 1885
Warnings: Just lots of fluff
A/N: Okay, so I love him so much I just had to write some fluff for him. Dennis is such a good character, all he wants is to be accepted and protect the ones he cares about. Really, he deserved better. And I’ll be willing to write for him for quite some time hehe
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You woke up to the feeling of your dead dry throat. Opening your eyes, the first thing you met was a small glass of water, the one your boyfriend always insisted for you to prepare before going to sleep. You frowned your eyebrow as you reached for it, not believing you were actually about to make use of it.
The water felt divine as it fell through your throat, sadly taking some of your sleep away. And, only then, you noticed the faint light illuminating your room. You turned your tired body to your side, holding your breath at the sight before you.
There he was. Laying beside you and wearing a tight black shirt, with the yellow light beside his head revealing his fine lines, Dennis quietly read a thick book with a frown adorning his features. His retangular glasses contrasted with his severe look and made him look cute in your eyes, like an angry baby with a pout. He breathed deeply, absorbed into the words he was reading and flipped a page, the mere movement making you sigh in contemplation.
That’s when he noticed you. Dennis placed his finger on the page he stopped his reading before closing the book, loking at you right after. His light blue eyes were intense and you felt the blood rising to your face as you endured it. He shifted uncomfortably at his position, probably not enjoying being watched by you in the middle of the night.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded at his question and bit your lower lip to hide a smile. It was actually quite embarrassing that you got this excited from just having his eyes on you.
Dennis looked back at his book and was about to open it when he stopped again. “Did I wake you up?” He quietly asked, not looking at you directly.
“No, I just woke up thirsty.” You saw relief calming his eternal frown.
Dennis went back to his reading with a low “okay” and you watched as he clenched his jaw. It was already past midnight and he couldn’t sleep. And you knew the reason.
Many unpleasant memories kept him awake at night, his OCD acting up whenever he saw something out of place. He wouldn’t talk about it, not wanting to bother you, but you already knew enough: Kevin’s abusive mother and his want to protect him.
Your heart ached whenever you saw Dennis like that, so stressed he couldn’t even rest. The other personalities were more optimistic about life but not him. He had a mission: to guide and protect the others, even though he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to do it.
A soft yawn could be heard from your part and you moved towards him. Passing one arm around his middle, you rested your face against his strong chest and breathed into his scent. He smelled of soap and cologne, a mix to which you grew addicted.
You heard his heartbeats increasing and his muscles tensing up at your sudden closeness, and prayed it wouldn’t be too much. Dennis wasn’t the kind of person who showed lots of affection. Of course, he hugged and kissed you just like any other boyfriend would, but he almost never took the initiative to touch you in bed. Even if it was just for cuddling, he always waited for you to ask.
But he didn’t push you away. Dennis cleared his throat and readjusted his position underneath you, his heartbeats slowing down a little. He flipped another page and you felt his left arm falling to your side, his hand lightly rubbing your waist. Your own heart felt like bursting out of your chest as his thumb drew circles on the fabric under your left breast.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the quiet moment. You loved how you felt safe on his arms, how his presence always calmed you down. Long, lovely minutes passed as you two laid like that and sleep finally got back to you. You had to let go of him before you started drooling over his shirt, it makes him go crazy.
With a long yawn, you looked up at your boyfriend. He had the same focused expression as before, but this time his eyes looked tired and you could see he was fighting his sleep. A gentle smile appeared over your lips as rested your chin on his chest.
“Dennis?” The word danced on your tongue and caught his attention immediately.
The man looked at you with curious eyes, his hand laying still just above your bum in a intimate way. Maybe you were too sleepy, distracted by the beautiful blue orbes looking deep inside your soul. Maybe it was the feeling of his gentle, attentive touch on you as he gave you his full attention.
But the next thing you heard was you own voice saying — in the softest tone you could ever make — the three words “I love you”.
Dennis arm froze still and his eyes widened a little, his mouth opening slightly. “Wha-What?”
It took everything you had not to facepalm yourself. God, you were so stupid. You just said you love him for the first time and at the worst possible time. You should apologize and go back to sleep already.
But his eyes were still on you.
“I love you, Dennis.” You bit your lower lip and mentally cursed yourself for repeating the words. Why couldn’t you just shut up?
But you were so intrigued by his reactions. Dennis was taken back by your sudden confession, opening and closing his mouth several times as he tried to speak. When nothing came out, he averted his eyes from you, quickly adjusting his glasses on the top of his nose.
You felt butterflies in your belly as you sat beside him, placing one hand on his chest to catch his attention. For a moment, when his gaze fell upon you again, you felt like you couldn’t breath. Were those tears in his eyes?
“I love being by your side, Dennis.” His heart beated loudly under your palm. “I love the way you care and protect not only me, but all the other personalities too.”
You felt his trembling hand slowly going on top of yours as he listened carefully to each word you were saying. You licked your lips before continuing.
“I know you sometimes care too much about dirty and is really harsh about it...” You chuckled lightly. “But I don’t blame you. You’re fighting your OCD everyday, little by little, and I love you for that.”
You raised your hand to his cheek and he closed his eyes at your touch, leaning against your palm with a deep sigh. A tear fell from between his eyelids and your thumb brushed it away in an instant.
“(Y/N)...” He whispered weakly.
“I want you to believe me when I say you’re good.” He looks back at you with red eyes. “You’re the best man I’ve ever met and I don’t care about what others will say. I love my boyfriend. I love you, Dennis.”
You felt your cheeks burning and sweat forming on your palms. It was so embarrassing saying all of this, opening your heart to him like never before. But it was so, so relieving as well.
Dennis looked down at your connected hands. His whole body was trembling and he avoided eye contact, tears trailing down his cheeks. “I... (Y/N), I...” he stuttered as he searched for words.
“It’s okay, Dennis.” You placed a finger on his lips and gave him a small smile. You ignored the pain in your heart as you formed the next words. “You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know. That’s all.”
The man nodded quietly and you felt like you were about to cry. It was really hard not hearing a “I love you too” from your own boyfriend, and you didn’t notice you wanted it until now. But you couldn’t just ask him to do it, all you could do was wait for the day he’d be able to say it himself. It was sad and you wished it wasn’t so difficult for neither of you, but it just was.
And that’s okay.
You lowered your head so he couldn’t see the tears in your eyes as you swiped them away. When you looked back at him, he had already placed his book and glasses on the nightstand. He rubbed a trembling hand over his shaved head nervously and sighed deeply. His light blue eyes avoiding yours as he tried to look at you.
“Can we... C-Can we go to sleep now?” You never heard his voice this soft.
You managed to smile at the question and looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was 00:56 am. It was time.
You laid down next to him one more time and he turned off his light. The darkness engulfed you two and you felt anxious. Your back was facing Dennis, since you were too embarrassed to look at him after all you said. You were scared of your own words, scared of never hearing them from his mouth. Well, that’s just part of it, right? 
Your heart jumped as you felt one strong arm embracing your waist. Dennis’s warm body slowly approached yours from behind as his fingers caressed your belly. You closed your eyes at the feeling, enjoy his rare bravery moment.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N)...” He whispers against the back of your neck. “I love you too.”
Maybe it was just your tired muscles screaming for sleep, but you felt your whole body melting at the words. A shiver ran down your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on the skin.
“No one... ever told me that. I think I panicked a little.” He paused for a moment and you felt his wet cheek against your neck. “But I really, really love you.”
You couldn’t suppress the joyful giggle that escaped your lips. You turned around to face him and, despite all the darkness around you two, you could distinguish his unique silhouette. You could feel his intense stare on you and suddenly your body felt hot.
It was the first time he ever heard someone confessing their love for him. It was the first time he tgenuinely felt loved. You assumed it was also the first time he said those three words too, and you were so happy to hear them.
Your hands cupped his face in a gentle, protective way and you felt his cheeks curving as he gave you a small smile. You pulled him in for a kiss you had been longing for; a passionate, loving one that took your breath away. His hands gripping your waist and bringing you even closer to him.
He pulled away to catch his breath and his forehead touched yours in a sweet gesture.
“Can you say it again?” You can only smile at innocent his request, your heart feeling content.
“I love you, Dennis.”
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Bury a Friend - Act One (The Beast x reader)
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Summary: The beast takes a liking to you.
Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, language, there will be non-con/rape smut in act two, so if you are not comfortable with that subject matter, please don’t read
A/N: this is for @sherrybaby14‘s 6k reader-insert challenge! i absolutely love everything they write, so go check them out!
Growing up, everyone likes to believe that they’re one of a kind. That they’re special and unique. They have this fantasy that someone will come along and tell them that they’ve been chosen for something greater, something bigger than they ever could have possibly imagined. And as they get older, that fantasy doesn’t really go away. It just changes.
You checked the lock screen of your phone again. He was officially an hour late. Great. Not only were you not that into him to begin with, but now he had stood you up on top of it, just what you needed to make you feel better about yourself.
“Are you ready to order now, miss?” You looked up to see your waiter at your table, a bottle of red wine in hand. From the pitiful look in his eyes, he already knew your answer.
“No, I’ll just get the check now. Thank you.” You kept your gaze glued to the white tablecloth.
He flashed you a smile before retreating. After paying for the couple of glasses of wine you had, you slipped on your coat, grabbed your purse, and dashed out of the restaurant before anyone else could shoot you any patronizing looks.
It was dark outside, the only light provided by the lampposts scattered along the street. With every exhale, you could see your breath in the air, and you pulled your coat closer to you as you walked. A figure passed by you, his head down low and his hands in his pockets, and at first, you didn’t think anything of it when his shoulder knocked into yours. But then, a hand wrapped around your wrist, and when you tugged against it, it didn’t let go.
“Hey!” You tried again, but the hand held on tighter this time. “What the hell are you doing?”
Another hand latched onto you, and you twisted around to see your attacker’s face. He was bald, and a pair of glasses framed his crystal, blue eyes. His brows were drawn into a pensive expression, and he stared at you with such intensity that it made your pulse race at a million miles an hour.
“Let go of...” Before you could finish your sentence, the man removed a hand from you to spray you in the face with something. You broke out into a fit of coughs and stumbled backwards, his grip on you slipping. You looked up at him, and through your blurry gaze, you thought he looked familiar, like you had seen his face before. You tried to place where, but your mind was swimming, and the thought escaped you.
Then, your eyes rolled back into your head, and your body started to fall. But you blacked out before it could come into contact with the ground.
You regained consciousness before you opened your eyes. You were back at home, safe in your bed. Last night had just been a dream, or a nightmare. You groaned and tried to stretch your limbs, but you couldn’t. You noticed how the sheets underneath you felt too thin and the pillow under your head felt too flat, and your eyes shot open.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
You lifted your head to see someone sitting at the end of your bed. It was the man, except it wasn’t. There was something different about his face, his composure. He was wearing a red turtleneck and a cross necklace. He had a small smile on his face, but there was something wicked and sinister behind it.
“I was wondering when you would wake up.” His voice was soft and effeminate.
You sat up and found that your legs were tied together with thick rope and your arms were bound behind your back. You scrambled backwards as far as possible until you hit the headboard. “Who are you?” Your voice shook.
His smile turned into a grin. “My name is Patricia, dear.”
“What do you want with me?”
She laughed. “It’s not what I want with you, dear. It’s what he wants with you.”
You furrowed your brow. “What are you talking about?”
“He saw you a couple of months ago at a coffee shop and decided you were the one.” She folded her hands on her lap. “He had Dennis and me watch after you ever since, until he found the perfect opportunity to take you.”
Your chest heaved up and down rapidly. “What are you gonna do to me?”
She shrugged. “It’s not up to me. It’s up to him. The beast.”
Silence settled over you. You looked at her face again, studying it carefully. Where had you seen it before? Then, realization washed over you. You saw news headlines, flashing blue and red lights, crime scene tape. This was the horde, the serial killer that abducted his victims and ate them. And now he had taken you.
Tears welled in your eyes. “Help me!” You started to thrash around desperately. “Somebody, please!”
“It’s no use, dear.” Patricia’s calm demeanor extremely contrasted yours. “Where we are, no one can hear us.”
“You’re gonna let him eat me, aren’t you?” Tears rolled down your cheeks.
“Do you really think we would spend months stalking you just for him to eat you like that?” Her laugh was shrill. “What he has planned for you, I have no idea, but I bet it’s something marvelous.”
You leaned forward. “If you think you can just take me without me putting up a fight, you’re wrong.”
Her lips curled into a smile that sent shivers down your spine. “Oh, dear. It doesn’t matter what you do. When he takes an interest in something, he will blow up the world if it means success.”
You rested your head back against the headboard and swallowed roughly. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, it was beating so fast. “Stay the fuck away from me,” you warned her.
“Don’t worry, dear. He’ll be here soon.” She tilted her head to the side, examining you. “I bet he would love it if your hair was in a braid when he gets here. Would you like me to braid your hair for you?”
“Touch my hair, and I’ll break your hand.” You grit your teeth.
She let out another laugh. “I don’t know if you noticed, dear, but you have nothing to break my hand with.” You struggled against your binds and narrowed your eyes at her. She stood up, and you saw that she had on a skirt and a pair of heels. “I must go now, dear. Take care.”
Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked away, and she left through the only exit. When the door slammed shut behind her, you opened your mouth and let out an ear-splitting shriek.
You took the opportunity of being alone to survey your surroundings and locate possible escape routes. The room was pretty empty; the only furniture was the bed you were on. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a lamp in the corner that cast shadows on the brick wall. There was an adjoining bathroom that was oddly pristine and white, as if the whole room was doused in bleach. It looked as if there was no way out except for the door in front of you, and even then it was impossible being tied up like you were.
The door opened again with a long slow creak, revealing the man standing in the doorway, but once again, he appeared drastically different. He was only wearing a pair of pants, leaving his torso exposed. His muscles rippled as his chest rose up and down, and dark purple veins pumped blood beneath his skin. His crystal blue eyes were bloodshot, and an evil grin spread over his face as he took in your form on the bed in front of him.
You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye. “I’m not afraid of you.”
He emitted a laugh that sounded like the rumble of thunder. “If I wanted you to be afraid of me, you would be.” He took a step closer to you. “Don’t worry. Dennis wanted to touch you, but I wouldn’t let him. Only I’m allowed to do that.”
“You better let me go. People will start looking for me soon, and when they do, they’ll find you, and you’ll get what you deserve.”
“You’re not leaving, and no one is coming for you.” His voice was deep and low, almost a growl. He put his hands on the edge of the bed and bent down until he was at your level. “I knew from the moment I saw you, you were the one for me. I wouldn’t let anyone else have you.” He hopped up on the end of the bed. “That guy didn’t deserve you. That’s why I...” “Oh, my God!” you cried, your eyes wide. “You killed him!”
“I had to. I couldn’t let him take what’s mine.” He crawled closer to you, setting off alarm bells in your head.
You spit on him, your saliva landing on his nose and dripping onto his mouth. “I will never be yours.”
You expected him to be angry, for his blue eyes to fill with rage, but instead, his grin grew larger, and he ran his tongue over his lips, lapping up your spit. “You’re feisty.” He reached a hand towards you. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he wrapped his fingers around your neck. “I like it.”
You felt him press down on your throat, not enough to cut off your airway, but enough that you knew it would leave bruises. He lowered his head to your neck, and you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating him to sink his teeth into your flesh. However, he licked a stripe up the length of your neck, pressing a kiss to your jaw.
“Oh, my pet. I won't hurt you. As long as I don’t have to.” He kissed your cheek, tasting your tears. “Eventually, I’ll make you submit to me. I’ll make you mine. And then it will be just you and me. Forever.”
ACT TWO
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lay-z · 5 years
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quick question: anyone interested in some smutty oneshot featuring The Beast [x Reader] ?
no ? well...whoopsie. 💁🏻‍♀️
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ariana-maryse · 4 years
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Kevin W Crumb HCs Cont.
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Part 1
(For anon)
“When do you think you’ll be back?” type. He doesn’t like being away from you, but won’t try to keep you from the things you want or need to do. So he’d like a heads up on how long you’ll be gone when you leave.
Prone to waxing poetic about you at times.
He can be forgetful, but he’ll keep notes of anything he can. Which would mean you’d find a piece of paper that has your favorite dessert written on it.
Low key touch starved. He won’t ask you for affection, but he’ll definitely sit closer to you or rest his head against you often once he’s comfortable with it.
He’d occasionally get anxious in public and would appreciate if you’d take the lead when the two of you are out. Especially if there’s a lot of noise or a larger than normal crowd.
If you didn’t live together, Kevin would just sort of show up at your house if he’s feeling overwhelmed about something or misses you a lot. 
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