#slasher x child! reader (platonic)

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.

...

Freddy

He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."

Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.

You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."

Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."

Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.

"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"

"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"

"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.

"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."

Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.

"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.

Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"

"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."

Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.

Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"

Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.

Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"

"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."

"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"

Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.

Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"

Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.

Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."

He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?

Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"

You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."

"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.

Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.

As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"

"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."

Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."

Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.

Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.

He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.

You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?

"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.

Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."

Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.

Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.

You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."

Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.

Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.

Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.

You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.

Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.

Hannibal

He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.

Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.

As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"

"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.

"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."

Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."

Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.

"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.

You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.

Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.

"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.

You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"

Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."

"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.

Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."

...

All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #reader insert #child reader #Platonic love only #Not romantic #bo sinclair x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #freddy krueger x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #Father & child relationship #michael myers x reader #Slashers as dads #Comfort drabbles

[the-cannibal]

“Clicky papa!”

Predator/Yautja x (platonic) child! Reader

Summary: what happens when a small three year old child gets attached to a big killer alien?

Female reader - she/her and you is used

Yautja is male in this one - he is also unnamed so if you wanna imagine him as a specific Yautja or an oc feel free! :)

This is a platonic oneshot!

This is also very short, but I hope you like it anyway!

Warnings: Some violence and what not in the beginning, blood/gore

It was a simple job. One that he was going to get in and out quickly. The big alien let out a screech as he ripped open another human, blood splattering all across his armor and mask. He was surrounded by a field of pure gore as he continued his mission, a mission that we won't go in specifics as to what exactly it is. But to summarize it he had to kill people. A lot of people. Which wasn't out of the ordinary. Rapid foot steps came up behind him and before he knew it his precious mask was ripped off of his face and carelessly tossed to the side. The Yautja slowly looked down at the frightened human, who stood shaking as he realized the mistake he had made. "N-no please!" But before the poor human could make anymore pleas, the Yautja had sliced open its throat, watching as the body fell limp to the ground, twitching and pouring out blood. The strong alien quickly wiped down all his tools and was ready to leave the scene. That was until he felt someone tapping on his leg. "Boo!" The alien looked down to see a small human girl, around the same size as the young Yautja pups he sees running around his planet. The alien tilted his head in confusion, making a clicking noise with his mandibles as he picked up the girl to examine her. The child giggled and attempted to copy his noise, getting drool and spit down her chin, as she made grabby hands towards his dreadlocks. The Yautja couldn't keep the small smile from spreading across his face. He had to admit, they were quite adorable. But the smile quickly fell when he remembered what they were. A human... But they were so small! How could he harm such a thing? Looking down in his arms and seeing the child holding her fingers up to her face in an attempt to make her own mandibles, he knew he couldn't hurt her. And it wasn't like he could go find the humans that made said offspring. They were probably in the carnage that laid around them... "Clicky papa!" That made him freeze up. His eyes were wide in wonder and curiosity as he looked down at the giggling toddler in his arms. She really wasn't afraid of him, what's so ever. Which really surprised him. Every human he has ever come across scream in horror when they see him. They scream louder when his mask is off and they see his true face. But here he held a small human that called him papa.

"Clicky papa?" The child said confused. The big alien sighed, moving the child so they were resting their head on his shoulder. He made up his mind. She was now his pup, his child. He was going to take care of her, no matter what the other Yautja say. Climbing into his ship and getting ready to fly back home, he knew the risks he was taking. But one look down at the child in his arms, sound asleep with a gentle hand wrapped around one of his dreads, he knew he couldn't just leave them behind.

#yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x child reader #platonic reader #platonic oneshot #predator #predator movie #predator x reader #predator x human #child reader #x child reader #slasher #slasher x reader #platonic

[cherryrainn]

If this is too triggering it's ok to skip 💜, so headcanons of Teenage reader asleep and she has a terrible nightmare of chucky killing her but chucky wakes her up and asks her what's wrong and she's to scared to tell him, so like angst to fluff platonic please, also chucky from the show please

NIGHTMARE .

; pairing ; chucky x fem! teen! reader (platonic)

; note ; not triggering at all! thank you for your ask

; warnings ; nightmares

you're sprawled out on your bed, snoozing away, when suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

chucky, your doll buddy, is on a rampage, and you're the main target.

he's slashing through the air, laughing maniacally, and you're running for your life.

just as chucky's about to deliver the final stab, you jolt awake with a scream.

you look to your side and chucky's on your bed, looking at you like you're crazy or something

"fuck happened?"

however, the concern in his eyes betrays the gruff exterior.

you're too scared to form proper sentences, so you just stare at him like a deer caught in headlights.

what if he gets angry? what if he really does want to harm you?

chucky, surprisingly, seems genuinely concerned.

"well? come on."

after a deep breath, you spill the details of your nightmare, careful not to accuse him directly.

chucky's eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks almost sympathetic.

"sheesh. you really dreamt that stuff?"

as you nod, he lets out a sigh, moving over and sitting down right beside you.

"listen, i ain't gonna hurt you, ever. i'm not wasting my time offing my favorite kid."

you can't help but crack a tiny smile.

maybe having a killer doll as a roommate isn't all bad.

chucky pats your head in a bizarrely comforting way.

"now get some shut-eye, and remember, i got your back."

#CHUCKY #charles lee ray #chucky series #childs play #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #fluff #platonic #slasher #slasher x reader #chucky x reader #charles lee ray x reader

[sl4sh3rs]

Hi I see you take requests and I’m not sure what to request specifically, but please do more Chucky x reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

: ̗̀➛ chucky x child!reader (PLATONIC)

Content; reader is around 4-8 years old, chucky being a father figure to reader

Chucky had a soft spot for you, the little kid you were. He never really liked kids, but until he met you, his views changed.

You currently were sleeping, engulfed in your massive Care Bears blankie. Toys were scattered all over your room, being too lazy to pick them up after playing house last night. Both of your parents were at work and Chucky brought up the breakfast they left for you.

He went over to your window and open the curtains, letting the light pour through the room. You shifted and groaned as the light made it to your sensitive eyes.

“Chucky!!” You pouted, half awake, half asleep. “You gotta get up one way or another.. Besides, your mom made bacon and pancakes.” He said in a brighter tone. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up from the smell kiddo.”

Your eyes shot open and you jumped out of bed, grabbing the plate from the doll and crawling back into bed. “Fork.” You said while reaching your arm out, looking at the tv. He chuckled and gave you a small fork before you went to town while watching my little pony.

“I can’t believe you don’t like pinkie pie.” You said with a mouthful as you looked at the doll. He shrugged. “I’m more of a rainbow dash kinda guy. I’m also a grown man.” He said which made you chuckle a little bit.

As you finished your breakfast, you spoke again. “Can you make me pasta for lunch. Make it the good way.” You spoke as you stared intensely at the screen. “You had that yesterday.” “But I want it again!” You darted your head back at him.

Chucky rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine…”

#chucky #charles lee ray #charles lee ray x reader #chucky x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #slasher x reader #chucky series #slasher fanfic #child!reader

[bella-goths-wife]

Jealousy at play

James x lost boys daughter, romantic Dimitri x lost boys daughter, father lost boys x daughter reader

Content: a vampiric patron of Dimitri’s bar gets too close to his newest bartender

Warnings: mentions of blood, obsessive behaviour, jealousy, threats of violence

“I still don’t understand why you had to walk me there” you comment with a roll of your eyes as you and Dimitri make your way to his bar, with him lingering slightly behind you to make sure to protect you from any threats from behind

“Because, little bird” Dimitri responds with a playful huff of air “I promised your grandfather that I’d make sure you’d be safe, and a pretty young girl walking alone in the dark on her way to work is definitely not safe”

“I’m not completely helpless y’know” you quip back with a sigh

“I don’t doubt it birdy” he replied with a chuckle “but your sarcastic comments won’t last very long against a supernatural being”

You don’t respond and just glare at his teasing smirk as your arms wrap around yourself to block out the crisp air that you were unfamiliar with after spending your entire life in the humid caves of Santa Carla.

“Cold?” Dimitri asked with an eyebrow piqued in interest

“No” you lie but the wind hits you in that moment and you let out a small shiver

“So you must be shivering from my pure charm then” Dimitri comments with a teasing tone

“I’m just not used to the cold” you say defensively “I’ll get used to it”

“Not before freezing to death you won’t” Dimitri comments with a teasing smile

Before you can make some kind of insulting quip back at him, you feel engulfed by warmth as he puts his suit jacket over your shoulders and lets it cover you

“You can’t-“ your about to protest but Dimitri cuts you off

“What?” He says with a shrug “I’m undead, what’s the cold gonna do to me?”

You just roll your eyes and continue to walk, but you can’t help the small smile that finds your lips.

You absent mindedly play with the necklace around your neck to calm your nervous energy, inadvertently pulling your shirt away from your collar bone slightly and showing a small tattoo off to Dimitri. It was a small bat that laid at the bottom of your collar bone.

“When did you get that done?” Dimitri asks and when you look at him with a confused face, he uses his eyes to motion to your tattoo

“Oh” you say as you subconsciously bring your fingertips to the tattoo and a memory of James holding your hand while you were tattooed forced it’s way into your mind “I got it done when I was fifteen, my ex boyfriends friends owned a tattoo shop and I’d always wanted to get one”

“Bet your dads loved that” Dimitri comments with a small smirk at the thought “what did they do when they found out?”

“Nothing” you answer with a small chuckle “my boyfriend taught me how to care for it and gave me tips on how to keep it hidden, so they never found out”

“And what happened to this boyfriend?” Dimitri asks with a teasing tone before the realisation hits him and his expression morphes into concern that he’s offended you “shit, he’s not dead is he?”

“No he’s not dead” you say in a reassuring tone before letting out a deep sigh and thinking on your next words “we just didn’t work out I guess”

“Did he break your heart?” Dimitri asks intrusively but you don’t seem to care as you nod “did he hurt you?”

“Not physically, he’d never do that” you say with a soft shake of your head “he just tried to keep me in a bad situation and I couldn’t stay just for him, same thing happened with my ex girlfriend, they both just tried to stop me from going into the real work and wanted to keep me in Santa Carla forever”

“Ex boyfriend and ex girlfriend” Dimitri says as he lets out a small whistle, trying to ease the mood as he ruffles your hair playfully “you little player”

“Shut up” you say as your roll your eyes and laugh before beginning to fix your now messed up hair

Dimitri took a moment to just admire you and how you practically glowed under the streetlights of the city and how your laugh sounded like a symphony of angels. You practically looked ethereal under the light of the moon when you smiled.

“We’re here” you point out to a distracted Dimitri as you reach the door of his bar and you wait for him to use his keys to open it up

Dimitri admires you for a few more moments in silence before using his keys to open the door.

“Want me to teach you how to make a Bloody Mary with actual blood?” He asks with a smirk and you just smile and nod in return

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You cringed as you poured the thick substance of blood into a glass for a patron while Dimitri watched on from his seat at the bar with an admiring smile.

You had been working at the bar for a few weeks now and in all honesty, Dimitri had no complaints. You were capable of doing the job with minimal fuss and the smell of your blood attracted vampires from all over the place to come in and have a drink, the fact he got to spend time with you was also a bonus.

But then something made Dimitri frown and his eyes narrow. He watched as a clearly newly turned vampire said something with a suggestive smile and then he only felt his annoyance deepen when he noticed that the comment had made you laugh.

He watched as the vampires eyes looked at you with lust clouded over them, from either your enchanting body or your enchanting blood.

Dimitri called you over once he noticed the vampire beginning to speak again, and you walked over to the other end of the bar to where he had positioned himself.

“You’re running low on type B” Dimitri comments as he gets up and goes behind the bar “why don’t you go get some more from the back and I’ll keep serving our customer?”

You nod as you make your way behind the bar and into the back to where you could reach the cellar. As you do this this, Dimitri turns to the vampiric customer and notices his eyes raking over your figure as you walk away.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Dimitri comments with what looks like a friendly smirk as he grabs a bottle and refills the man’s drink

“I’ll say” the man says with a crude smile “where did you get one like that?”

“I like to pick up strays, especially pretty ones” Dimitri answers with a smirk “and the smell of her blood, well it’s nothing short of delicious”

“That’s one word for it” the man responds with a laugh “been thinking about talking a bite out of her since I got here”

“That so?” Dimitri asks with a forced smile

“Yeah man, I’d do anything to take a bite out of her” the man says with a crude expression “either her neck or her ass”

“Well, there’s something you’ve got to remember” Dimitri says with a forced laugh

“What’s that?” The man asks curiously

“She’s claimed” Dimitri states as his smile drops and his expression darkens with a protective feeling clouding his chest “so I suggest you pay your tab and leave, unless of course you want me to jump over this bar and rip your throat out with my bare fangs”

The man gulps before nodding and slapping some money on the bar, he then picks his stuff up before taking off practically running out the door.

You returned seconds later as you refilled the empty bottles and looked around.

“Where’d he go?” You ask confused as you look at the empty seat

“Who knows” Dimitri says with a shrug before smirking “maybe he got intimidated by my good lucks and decided to leave”

You roll your eyes but you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face. Dimitri notices and is reminded of maxs warnings to not become romantic with you and considers them for a brief moment before smirking and watching you laugh at his jokes

Too late max, too late

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Meanwhile with your fathers……

“No way” Paul exclaims at David’s suggestion as he rises from his seat in his position in the circular meeting “we are not turning our daughters ex fling into one of us”

“I wasn’t a fling” James responds with a a defensive tone

“You might as well have been” faith comments passive aggressively before sitting closer to marko when James eyes glare at her

“Why are you still here again?” James asks aggressively

“Enough” David commands with a tired tone “we wouldn’t be turning him for us, we’d be turning him to find our daughter”

“And how would he do that David?” Dwayne asks with a roll of his eyes “we’ve been looking for months, how is tasking a teenager with the same thing we’ve been doing over and over again going to change anything?”

“Because I know her” James exclaims defensively “I’ll be able to find her, and it’ll be a whole lot easier if I have the abilities that come with being a vampire”

“I know her too, I could find her if I was given the chance” faith interjects and marko gives her a nod before James spins round to face her with a sneer

“But you won’t turn, will you?” James asks with a mocking tone “it goes against your little religion”

“Shut up James” faith hisses back with a glare

“It’s because your a coward-“ James hisses back but is interrupted

“Enough you two, always arguing like children” Dwayne yells with an annoyed expression

“It’s decided” David says firmly “I’m turning him and he will get us our daughter back”

“But you can’t-“ Paul goes to protest but marko interrupts

“I think it’s a good idea” he states calmly “I don’t like the kid but he’d make a pretty decent tracker as a vampire, and it’s not like we have any more options”

Dwayne goes to protest but just sighs before nodding, admitting to the truth in his statement.

“I’ll turn you tomorrow night” David says firmly to James “it’s not an easy process, so prepare yourself”

David goes to get up but faith stops him

“Wait” she exclaims desperately “I want to be turned too”

“What for?” David questions with a raised brow

“To get her back” faith states firmly “I can’t live without her, I promise to be useful I just want to help her”

“Doesn’t that go against your precious god?” James asks mockingly and faith sends him a glare

“She’s worth more than god, I’d do anything for her” faith states firmly before her expression turns desperate and she turns to David “please David, please turn me too”

David eyes faith for a few moments before sighing

“I’ll do it” he states with an annoyed glare “but only because you tried to make her stay, you’d be dead if it wasn’t for the fact that you helped us”

Faith nods and David storms out of the room with a face like thunder after having to deal with all these childish antics.

The only thing that brings him comfort is the fact that he’s one step closer to getting you back.

He’ll get his precious daughter back to him soon, undead or alive

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #platonic lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #yandere lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hcs with Slashers with an innocent looking child who curses for the first time.

Slashers in this are: Michael Myers, ghostfaces (Billy & stu), NBC Hannibal Lecter , Jason Voorhees, Freddy krueger, carrie white.

Summary: you were outside with your slashers and your bully/random person had the audacity to talk not so nicely so you throw profanities at them

A/n: I'm sorry if it was inaccurate on Freddy's part or any of the others, I only watched like one or two movies/eps of some of them ☠️

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Michael

You were out with Michael in the woods while telling him all the information you know about the neighbors and who would cause him the most and least trouble when your bully saw you and confronted you.

"Y/n, who the hell is this guy? He looks like he hasn't showered in months, you hang out with homeless people now?" Your bully bursted out in laughter and this also seemed to annoy Michael and he looked around 13-16 so he wouldn't have a problem killing him, and then you spoke.

Now, he was used to kids having foul mouth but he wouldn't have expected you to have it, you looked very innocent to say the least.

Would secretly encourage it, especially to your bullies. they wouldn't have lasted long anyways.

But would growl at you if it's directed towards him, either a "tf did I do wrong" Or a "don't talk to me like that young child" Kind of growl.

Over all wouldn't mind much but make sure not to use it much. (it reminds him if those annoying kids who would do extreme pranks on Halloween.)

Ghost faces (Billy and stu)

You were in a grocery store with billy and stu when you bumped into a bully of yours.

"Who the hell are they? Your mom's boyfriends?" Your bully started obnoxiously laughing while Billy and Stu were thinking of how bad they wanted to scare the kid into never messing with you again. And then you finally spoke.

Also highkey lowkey surprised when they first heard you curse, in their eyes you were a dumb little angel child who couldn't do anything wrong. Well, can angels curse?

Also very supportive towards ur bully but make sure not to also use it that much. (It scares them lowkey.)

Would definitely be the type to make you go up to random strangers on Halloween dressed up as an angel and act so nice and innocent and ask them horror quizzes and then catch them off gaurd by suddenly throwing profanities at them if they get something wrong.

(They killed them afterwards because why not.)

NBC hannibal

He was aware that you would know some swear words but didn't think you would know so many foul ones.

Some snobby kids started calling you crazy and stuff and saying it's ironic how your dad is a psychiatrist and that you're probably adopted.

Hannibal was about to speak but you beat him to it by cursing them out.

Would just stand there while you curse your bully out like: 🧍🏻‍♀️

If you say some in front of him prepare for a "Y/N!" And a lecture.

If it's especially directed towards him expect a 40 minute lecture.

Another "don't use it too much around them" Especially when he has patients around.

Jason

It was one of those rare days where Jason let's u out (he was really paranoid you would get caught in a bear trap even when he was holding your hand like you were going to fall down a clift)

And also those ultra rare legendary epic alpha extraordinary days where Jason doesn't have his mask on. (Be considered extremely lucky)

And random teenagers decided to come at the right/wrong time.

Somehow Jason didn't hear them because he was too focused on you.

And when the dumbass drunk teenagers saw him they automatically started making fun of him, which really startled and hurt Jason.

You didn't even waste a second before starting to curse them like crazy and also making fun of them.

hearing kids insulting you hurt 10x more than other adults or teenagers do, they fell quiet and ran away. (He killed them afterwards)

Really surprised Jason. Boy just stood there listening to every word you said

Mama Voorhees started scolding you too.

Jason would encourage you not to use it much since he doesn't want you to behave like those other "naughty" Children he occasionally saw.

Freddy Krueger

Your parents were out and Freddy was in your living room with you.

And you begged him to go out to trick or treat with you and he agreed eventually.

You had to occasionally stop Freddy from killing random annoying kids on the spot.

Your bucket was already full! Because of him scaring the treaters to give you more behind your back.

And your bully and her friends happened to spot you and your dad. (unknown to her.)

"Aw look, it's two freaks hanging out on Halloween." Angela said to you and Freddy.

"Is that really realistic makeup or are you actually burnt." Riley asked to Freddy.

"Sorry no offense but, aren't you a little too old to be trick or treating?"

The question was asked to Freddy again. All three of them started crackling like evil witches.

And Freddy was sure he was going to traumatize them in their dreams.

And then you as ofc the girlboss queen stood up to yourself and your crispy dad.

He's the "yass queen, go get them" Kind of dad.

(He did really traumatize them later though)

Carrie

I love her so much

Now, you and carrie were outside her school talking about what activities you should do later since her mother was being less strict these days.

When those obnoxious bullies of her spotted you two.

"Carrie are you seriously hanging out with children since no one else will now?" They started humiliating her while laughing.

She was so close to tears but you decided to stand up.

She's a surprised Pikachu face while thinking "oh Lord! My baby is swearing!"

Would kinda scold you to not talk like that again.

Hint word: kinda.

She would be too sweet and also grateful to fully yell at you, she probably said something like "please don't talk like that! what if mom heard you? She would never let me see you again. :("

Panics when you talk profanities but overall it's sweet.

#slasher x you #x child reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #platonic #ghostface #ghostface x y/n #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu my beloved #billy my beloved #nbc hannibal #nbc hannibal x reader #freddy krueger #freddy kruger x reader #carrie #carrie white #carrie white x reader #slashers #slasher x reader #ahhh he’s so cute #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #jason my beloved #i love them #muahhhh

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Slashers x child!reader [PLATONIC]

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, brothers Sinclair, Mark Hoffman

Tw: mention of murdering, violence, drinking

Thomas Hewitt

• You came to the Hewitts almost as a baby, you were the child of one of the victims. Surprisingly, you were left behind. Or rather, Luda stood up for it, she couldn't let them kill such a baby. Besides, she was always ready to take a new child under her wing again if he needed it.

• Thomas was a little confused, he couldn't figure out if he liked you or not. In general, he always wanted a family and children, but he knew that he would not have it because of his appearance and lifestyle. And so you came into his life.

• At first, he will be very hesitant about spending time with you in principle. He's just afraid of breaking you with your fragile baby bones. Besides, Thomas is not sure how to react to your frequent screams and tantrums, it pisses him off a little.

• Over time, he will really get used to you. A man will hold you in his arms most of the time if he is not busy working in the basement. Thomas will hold you tightly to his chest, clutching the diapers you were wrapped in, and looking down at you with warmth and love.

• Even if you screamed a lot when you saw Thomas's face, you always calmed down. It warmed his soul very much.

• The only problem was the food, because you were obviously very small and had to be breastfeed. Fortunately, there was enough dry mix in that victim's bag for the first time. Then Hoyt had to drive around the city.

• Thomas was very protective of you, always watching over you and taking care of you. You literally didn't get off his hands, constantly clinging to his clothes and long hair. He didn't mind. A man often kissed you on the forehead, gently stroking your tiny cheeks with his big hand. He loved hugging you so much and he was glad that you liked it too. Thomas's hands were carefully dressing you and washing your fragile little body. He never hurt you, not in any way.

• Thomas made a baby cot for you, which was in his room. Although you often liked to sleep with him. At such moments, you would unsteadily stand on your baby legs and stretch out your arms in his direction. The man's heart sank. He gently took you out of the cradle and put you next to him, hugging you protectively. You cooed and smiled as you fell asleep in comfort.

• Thomas was very happy about your first steps. It was difficult and slow, but he patiently sat on the floor two meters away from you and waited, arms outstretched in an embrace for you. When you finally found some kind of balance, you walked slowly towards him, giggling happily. You hugged him tightly. The man almost cried, watching the formation of his baby.

• He was looking forward to your first words, hoping that you would actually talk, unlike him. At first it was a strange babble of children. Thomas was almost sure that you would call Luda mom, even though the thought of it hurt him. When you said the awkward 'Dada', he started crying. Thomas hugged you tightly to him, kissing your baby face and body. God, you were so sweet, so precious. He felt such a pleasant warmth in his chest when you called him daddy, your daddy. Thomas thought he would die of happiness on the spot. Now you were his little ray of light, his child.

Brothers Sinclair

• You were the victim's child. Lester found you in the backseat of the car. He awkwardly picked you up and pulled you out of the car. He was the youngest brother in the family, so he understood absolutely nothing about children, he understood at most that what needed to be taken care of, for example, like a dog.

• Lester brought you to the Sinclair house. Vincent was in the workshop, and Bo was sitting on the couch, with his feet on a small table in front of the sofa, and enjoying drinking beer. The appearance of Lester, and even with a child, greatly strained him. Really, what should he do with such a baby? You didn't look more than five months old. Considering his childhood, Bo hated children, although he could take some care, after all, he participated in Lester's upbringing, one way or another. And it was still quite a big shock for him. There wasn't a single woman in town who could tell them what to do with you, the men were confused. When you woke up, you started screaming and crying. You were scared that your mom wasn't there. Rude men terrified you even more. I wanted to hide somewhere, but you couldn't do anything.

• The situation only improved when Vincent arrived. He was the most gentle and understanding of all the brothers. Vincent grabbed you out of Bo's rough hands with a little alarm, hugging you to him and stroking your head. Bo just rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen. You snuggled up to Vincent, feeling safe at last. You weren't crying anymore, but you were whimpering softly against his chest. You were scared and hungry. You clutched a man's clothes in your little fists, wanting to be comforted and cared for.

• Vincent, like the others, didn't know much about children. But unlike his brothers, Vincent was naturally quite sensitive and kind, he could not leave the child to these jerks. The man pressed you against his warm sweater, giving you peace of mind. He gently stroked your little body, checking for wounds or damage. Your diaper was full. Not the most pleasant part. Maybe you were really too scared. Vincent asked Lester to go back to that car and bring everything there that could be useful for the child. There was a whole bag of toys and baby food, as well as enough diapers and some clothes.

• Vincent immediately bathed you and gently changed your diaper and clothes. Then he fed you from a bottle. It was a little awkward, but he liked to see that you finally felt calmer. You were lying in his arms, making baby noises and greedily swallowing milk. Your eyes were red and swollen from crying. The man hugged you protectively, stroking your little tummy.

• In total, Vincent took care of you. He fed you, dressed you, and bathed you. Lester used to play with you a lot. Bo didn't pay much attention to you, he just went to the city to buy children's things.

• As you grew up, you started spending more time in Vincent's basement. You saw him without a mask and so gently grabbed his scarred cheeks with your soft baby hands, it made him cry. He now had a small cot in his workshop with lots of pillows and blankets. This is where you played while he was working. A man made you wax toys that you really liked. He even taught you how to sculpt wax yourself. Now you had your own little collection of wax ducks. You called Vincent Dad. When you did it the first time, he cried, hugging you tightly to him. Although Bo is sometimes very jealous of your brother, because Bo is just an uncle to you.

• You've become very friendly with their dog, Jesse. Jesse always protects you from the next visitors to the city.

• They tried to pick you up a couple of times. Once it was a married couple. The woman held you tightly in her arms, saying that these people in the city are monsters, and that she will become your mother and take care of you. You threw a tantrum asking Dad to come over. The couple almost ran out of town until Bo shot them in the back of the head. Vincent pulled you out of the dead woman's tight grip and held you close, stroking your hair. You cried and squeezed his neck, asking Dad not to leave you anymore.

• In general, you are a child who grew up in cruelty, but the Sinclairs themselves never raised a hand against you. You were cared for and loved. Bo especially loved giving you a lot of gifts. So you've grown up to be a mentally healthy child with them.

Mark Hoffman

• You turned out to be the child of his dead sister. At first, it even hurt a man to look at you because you looked so damn much like your mother. But he understood the responsibility. Mark realized that you are the only thing he has left of his sister. Besides, you didn't have any relatives anymore, and the man didn't want to take you to the orphanage. So he took custody of you.

• It was difficult. Mark was already tired with his job, so taking care of the child only added to his stress. But he tried. For you. For his sister's sake.

• When you were still young enough, a man often left you alone at home, even though he understood that it was unsafe. At that moment, his depression reached its peak, and he simply did not see any other way out. He started drinking. The man spent almost every evening at the bar, getting drunk to unconsciousness. It was after midnight when he returned home. Mark came into the apartment, heading to his bedroom, and your face greeted him. Your chubby baby cheeks were red and wet with tears, but as soon as you saw Mark, a slight smile blossomed on your face. You were already standing freely in your cradle, so when the man entered the room, you desperately stretched out your arms to him, muttering an inarticulate 'dada'. It broke a man's heart. In an instant, the intoxication was gone, and his whole being was filled with a vile sense of guilt. You were afraid to be alone, afraid of being abandoned again, and he was so brazenly leaving you alone in an empty dark apartment. But Mark couldn't help himself, he was in pain too. And so it is almost every day.

• When you went to kindergarten, he often picked you up later than everyone else. Fortunately, your teacher was a good woman and spent time with you personally, playing together. You were a smart and funny kid, but you still had trouble speaking, you didn't speak. Perhaps the fact that your 'dad' never responded to your attempts to talk to him because of your abilities influenced you.

• One day Mark got off work a little early, hoping to pick you up. He was standing in the hallway in front of your kindergarten room, his hand on the door handle. He saw you laughing while playing with the tutor in the playroom. You threw your arms around her neck and joyfully shouted "Mommy!". It broke Mark's heart. He was such a bad father, such a bad guardian. You drove home in silence this evening. Already at home, you didn't understand why Mark was so sad. You tried to hug him or ask for his hands, but the man just looked away. When he put you to bed, he knelt in front of your bed. The man took your little palms in his hands, kissing them gently. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"She's not your mommy... I know I made a mistake, but she's not your mom. Please.. don't do that anymore. I'll get better. I'm really going to get better. I treated you badly, I understand, but.. But I can't help myself. I miss her too, your mom.. the real mom..."

• You didn't quite understand what he was saying, but you leaned closer and put your arms around his neck. Mark hugged you convulsively, pulling you tightly to him and burying his nose in your hair.

• It got a lot better after that. Mark tried to drink less and spend more time with you. He took you to the park, amusement park, cinema and cafe. Now he knew the names of the characters in your favorite cartoons and bought you toys with them. The man bought you a lot of sweets and just treated you gently.

• "I want a balloon... Daddy!" Mark looked down at you and a pleased smile spread across his face when you first called him that. His chest was filled with warmth. He found a reason to keep living.

#slashers x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #the leatherface #child!reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman saw #mark hoffman x reader

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HAZBIN MASTERLIST

Disclaimer; let it be known that I do not enjoy Viv as a person. However I cannot deny that as the show stands, without taking any of the creators in it into consideration, I do enjoy it. I find that it may be better for me mentally to just let the brainrot happen rather than suppress it. With that said, let's get to the Masterlist!

Like the other lists, you can find all the appropriate links here! Remember to check my bio for status updates on requests

If any of the links are incorrect let me know!

As of April 1st 2024 this list is complete

CHARLIE:

Platonic charlie x sleepy!fallen angel!reader

Trope 1 w/ charlie

B c d with charlie

ANGEL DUST:

Angel Dust x fallen seraphim!reader

J K X w/ Angel

VAGGIE:

Vaggie x anxious!reader

HUSK:

Valentines w/ Husk

Husk x entertainer!reader

Platonic husk w/ reader seeing him as a father figure

Prompts 2 and 9 for husk

Husk resting his head on your lap

Husk trying to talk the reader out of asking out alastor

SIR PENTIOUS:

Snuggling w/ a warm reader

Valentine's w/ Sir Pentious

General fluff hcs

Sir Pentious x Gardener!reader

Sir Pentious x inventor!reader

Sir pentious x powerful but uninterested!reader

Sir pentious defending the reader

Trope 3 w/ Sir pentious

Prompt 1 w/ pentious

Sir pentious x flirty!reader

Platonic sir pentious x demon kid reader

C k p with sir pentious

Redeemed pentious x angel reader

Pentious x anxious reader

Q-Z + bonus prompt with pentious

Tropes 1-4 with sir pentious

A-P with sir pentious

Pentious x slasher fan!reader

Pentious x oc (raffle winner)

Pentious bring comforted by oc (raffle winner)

Pentious x dancer!reader

ALASTOR:

Valentines w/ Alastor

Alastor x high energy!fighter!reader

Resting your head on Alastors lap

Alastor and the reader dancing

Alastor x reader like rosie

Prompts 5 and 7 w/ alastor

Prompts 8 and 12 w/ alastor

K c p with alastor

A J I with alastor

Alastor x reader who loves touch

Platonic alastor x quiet child!reader

36 38 40 with alastor

LUCIFER:

Platonic father figure!lucifer x reader

Platonic Lucifer x fallen angel!reader

Baking apple cookies for Lucifer

Z with Lucifer

I R Y with Lucifer

W with Lucifer

ADAM:

Y J I for adam

A and c for adam

Adam x male!giant!seraphim!teader

♡ and T for Adam

Z for adam

N and P for Adam

Reader finding out about the exterminations

Adam reacting to Lucifer flirting with the reader

Adam x reader w/ chronic hanahaki

Adam x feminine trans male reader

Prompts 32 and 38 with Adam

Platonic adam x angel!kid!reader who is missing a wing

LUTE:

3 11 36 with Adam

L for adam

C I J for Lute

Y U Z with lute

C E I for lute but its post season 1 finale

A L T with lute

Lute x cupid!reader

Prompt 38 with Lute

Prompts 6 and 10 with lute

VOX:

Valentine's w/ vox

Platonic vox x kid!hyperactive!reader

Vox x influencer!reader

A l q with vox

Platonic father figure vox x AFAB!reader

Vox x reader who watches kids cartoons

CHERRI BOMB:

C K X for cherri bomb

Cherri x autistic!reader

ROSIE:

A L R w/ Rosie

36 38 40 with rosie

MULTI:

Adam x reader x lute but lute is jealous

Adam and Lute x kind!angel!reader

Charlie vaggie and angel celebrating valentines

Platonic adam and rosie x hyper!kid!reader

Making heart shaped cookies for the cast 1/?

Hugging the cast 1/?

Heart shaped cookies part 2/?

Hugging the cast part 2/?

Adam and Lucifer x reader who likes watching kids shows

Platonic Charlie, vaggie, and angel dust x new sinner!reader

Verosika, vox, chaz, barbie, lute and striker being called pookie bear by their partner

Various HH characters x autistic reader

Angel, husk, alastor, and pentious x kind sinner!reader

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin imagine #charlie morningstar x reader #angel dust x reader #vaggie x reader #husk x reader #husker x reader #alastor x reader #radio demon x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #adam x reader #lute x reader #vox x reader #sir pentious x reader

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Updated Masterlist!

you can find all my works here <3

slashers

multiple slashers

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O?

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Slasher kinks headcanons (nsfw)

Slasher autism headcanons

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

How would Reader fit into the Sawyer household as Bubba's S/O? (Slight nsfw)

How would Bubba Sawyer react to sibling!reader tickling them by surprise?

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre- The Beggining)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage (nsfw)

Receiving comfort after a punishment Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs? Asa emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa react to finding out his victim has an attraction to slashers?(nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader (slight nsfw)

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gay bear!Reader

how old do i think Asa Emory is?

How would Asa Emory react to a member of his collection having a phobia/phobias? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort his pet/so on their period? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x gn!reader

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x lonely!fem!reader

What rules does Asa Emory have for his pet/SO? (Nsfw)

How would Asa Emory react to a co-worker leading his cop case?

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)

Period sex with Asa( nsfw)

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!FTM!Reader with an oral fixation/stim

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

How would Asa Emory react to a child breaking into his hotel?

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Is this too corny? Jason Vorhees x Reader (Freddy Kreuger is your older brother and you meet/fall in love with Jason at the corn maze)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Yautja (predator) (Female or Male)

Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Feathery friends until the end 🐣 Agre!Reader x Platonic!Cargiver!Chica

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift? gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Resident Evil

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre: the beggining #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #black christmas #michael myers #halloween #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja #predator x reader #my writing #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #montgomery gator x reader #daycare attendant x reader

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MASTERLIST

Requests are open!! Make sure to read the rules for requests in my pinned post before requesting!!

Number of requests currently: 1

Message me if you want to be in the taglist!

Everything is (sort of) arranged in chronological order of posting. Once I have more works Character Masterlists will be available.

Personal favorites are in bold!

Created - 26.08.2023

Last updated - 01.12.2023

HEADCANONS

Fantasy AU with Valeria! - Fluff, SFW

Platonic!TF141 x Eastern European!Reader - Fluff, SFW

Roommate!John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader - Fluff, SFW

FICS

Night time bonding || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Fluff, SFW

Summary - You have a hard time falling asleep. Ghost has the same problem.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader smut drabble - NSFW

Summary - The title is pretty self-explanatory.

Hush || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Slight angst, fluff, SFW (requested)

Summary - Different situations where reader and Ghost hug because he’s too afraid to say “i love you” at the moment, but both of you know what his hugs mean.

Take us back || Zombie AU || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Angst, gore, mcd

Summary – The new world was rotten, and you rotted away with it. 

Every time, I fall for you || Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Gn!Reader - Fluff, suggestive

Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.

Double vision || John ‘Bravo 0-6’ Price x Paramedic!Gn!Reader (requested) - Fluff, SFW

Summary - John gets into a car crash on his leave and meets you - a cute paramedic who instantly attracts his attention.

I don't care what's in your hair || Roommate!John 'Soap' Mactavish x Gn!Reader - SFW, Fluff, Teasing, Friendly banter

Summary – Your roommate Johnny comes back after his deployment and his hair looks like it needs a little trimming.

Big guy || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - SFW, fluff

Summary – Ghost takes a liking to the nickname you give him, but struggles to understand just how much he likes it.

Closer || Slasher!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x M!Reader - Dark themes, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat (requested)

Summary - You hear various dark rumors from your colleagues and you don’t believe them, until there is one particular ghost looking you right in the eye.

SERIES

Out of the shadows || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Shadow!Gn!Reader - Slight angst, action, SFW

Summary – After the betrayal of Task Force 141 and the slaughter of civilians in Las Almas you decide to leave Shadow Company on the spot, which works out sideways, leaving you with simmering hate towards the man whom you used to look up to and new interesting figures in your life. 

First step. - Where you cut ties with Shadows.

Second step. - WIP

Third step. - WIP

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Price, who’s down bad for his spouse

What if there was a cure to the zombie virus? (“Take us back” fic related)

Slasher!Ghost

WIPS (this is getting a little out of control now)

Lost and found || Zombie AU || Platonic!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Child!Gn!Reader - SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Found family, Parenting

Out of the Shadows || Second step || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Former Shadow!Gn!Reader - SFW, Slight Angst, Revenge themes, Violence

Out of the Shadows || Third step || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Former Shadow!Gn!Reader - SFW, Slight Angst, Revenge themes, Violence

Angel of small death || First verse || Priest!Phillip ‘Shadow 0-1’ Graves x Gn!Reader - SFW (for now), religious inaccuracies, idk anything about american catholics i'm eastern european and i will use it as an excuse /j

Whatever it takes || Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader - Angst, SFW

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #modern warfare ii #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #tf141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x gn!reader #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 x reader #mw2 2022 #modern warfare 2 #masterlist

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'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

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That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

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English isn't my first language tell me of any mistakes

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[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as fathers with a child reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART ONE.

Freddy Krueger

It felt like he had been a completely different person when he did it. Work had been stressing him out, parts of the house needed fixing, and he was a single parent. He wasn't getting enough rest. Eventually every little thing began to get to him.

Freddy hadn't been in his right mind when it happened. You loved making pictures for him, and one day you decided to nail some pictures on the wall by yourself. Not only had you nailed the pictures too low, but you had also accidentally made a large hole in the wall.

The incident had caused Freddy to explode. Not only did he yell at you for ruining the wall, but he ended up tearing one of your pictures in half. "I don't need this shit," He had shouted at you, "You think I feel like dealing with that? You ruined my wall, (y/n), and now I gotta fix it. I just- I can't... Ugh."

Freddy had avoided you for the remainder of the night- not because he was mad at you but because he was afraid he 'would' get mad at you again. It was a bad idea. He should have apologized for the way he acted. Because the next day when he woke up and went into his office, he noticed that every picture you had drawn him had been torn from the nails on the wall, shredded up and shoved in the trash.

Horror, heartache and regret immediately consumed his guilty conscience, and he rushed to find you. You were in your room playing with toys. It nearly destroyed him to see the way you flinched and scurried to hide behind a laundry basket.

"(y/n)," Freddy went to kneel in front of you, "Sweetie, what did you do? Why did you tear up daddy's pictures?"

"Because," You whimpered, keeping your teary face hidden, "You said you didn't need them. You... You tore it in half. I... I'm sorry, daddy. Hic... I-I-I'm sorry th-that I-I made a hole in the wall, an-and I'm sorry th-that you h-h-hate my pictures."

The amount of sadness, regret and complete and utter crushing guilt that fell upon Freddy was suffocating. Hearing your broken apology and seeing the way you were shaking caused him to be so disappointed with himself. He couldn't believe what he had done. Why did he do that? He would never do anything to cause you to feel this way, and he 'loved' your pictures.

And yet look what he caused. Not only did he hurt your feelings by being cruel, but he lost all of his near and dear pictures- even the ones you made when you were a toddler. They were all destroyed.

"I-I'll never color again," You swore in a loud whine.

"Oh no, sweetie, no," Freddy attempted to get closer to you, frowning heavily when you flinched at his touch, "Please don't do that. Listen- hey, look at me. I need you to look at me."

And when you did look at him, Freddy felt like punching himself in the face. You looked so scared, so sad and unbearably hurt. Oh gosh, what had he done? Why?

"Oh (y/n)..." Freddy sighed, shaking his head, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I... I was just in such a bad mood an-and not because of you but because.... Look, (y/n), daddy didn't mean to act the way he did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I yelled at you and I'm especially sorry that I did that to your picture. I regret it so much, you have no idea. Please... I'm sorry. I 'love' your pictures (y/n), please don't stop making them."

As Freddy eagerly waited for a brightened response from you, his heart sunk from his chest when you turned your back to him and quietly mumbled, "I wanna play with my toys please."

Excuses and more apologies sat on Freddy's tongue, but he denied saying them for he believed that you simply needed time to forgive him. "Ok sweetie," He got up to leave, "If you need anything, come get daddy, ok?"

"Ok, daddy."

While, over time, you did warm back up to your father, you never did say that you forgave him. And Freddy never got another picture. And he would never, ever stop regretting what he had done.

Michael Myers

Michael was overwhelmed by the frustration work caused. Due to lack of loyal employees, he was forced to work over-time and pull extra shifts. He was sore, tired and angry. It felt like he was the only person at work who ever did anything right.

And that anger built and built until it eventually brought out the worst in him and made him do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

You loved (sport) and had been outside practicing with some of the neighbors. Michael had been inside attempting to relax when suddenly one of the living room windows shattered. He flinched and rushed to his feet, red clouding his vision when he saw a familiar ball on the floor.

On his way to the door, you ran inside breathless and gasping, "Ah! I'm sorry, daddy, it's my fault. I-I accidentally threw the ball too hard and-"

Michael, with his emotional bridge broken, raised his hand to cut you off. A seething scowl took place upon his face, and he began to lecture you out in sign language. "I don't wanna hear excuses. Why were you playing so close to the house? You should know better. Now look at what I have to fix. All I want is to relax and now I can't because of your stupid (sport). Why do you even play (sport)? You're not even good at it."

Even though his words were literally silent, the crushed look on your face explained that you knew exactly what he had said. Michael ignored your crestfallen face and quiet sobs and demanded that you help him clean up the glass before sending you to your room. Yes, your friends had watched the whole thing.

Michael's seething attitude didn't diminish until the next day after he got some good sleep. He soon realized that he felt bad for how he treated you yesterday and decided that he wanted to apologize. But when he went to your room, he was stricken to see all of your favorite sports gear sitting in a trashcan. (sport) merchandise and even pictures you drew were also in the trashcan.

Overcome with concern, Michael wandered to your bed where you were hiding underneath your blanket. When he tapped on you, you twitched but otherwise kept pretending to be asleep. So he tried again.

You caved and lowered the blanket. Michael didn't like the way you winced at him, your eyes squinted as if you were expecting the worst out of him. He quickly used sign language to ask, "What is going on? Why are you throwing all your (sport) stuff away?"

"I..." Your voice was hesitant and quiet as you gazed away, "I don't like (sport) anymore. I... I-I'm not good at it, an-and you h-hate me playing it, an-and I'm sorry that I broke the window... I'm sorry, daddy. I promise-huh... I-I-I'll never play (sport) again."

What? Michael's eyes nearly popped out, regret, guilt and fear clouding his soul. Oh no. What had he done? You didn't like (sport) anymore? And all because he had overreacted and told you that you weren't any good at it. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. It couldn't be like this. You couldn't stop doing what you loved all because he was stupid and having a bad day.

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, Michael quickly explained with sign language, "But you are good at (sport). Don't quit. I was having a bad day, I didn't mean to say that stuff. You don't have to quit. I'm sorry that I said that. Don't quit playing (sport), you love it."

Your lips wobbled and you turned your head away, your voice a broken whisper, "Ca-an I sleep some more before school. Please?"

Your lack of an answer both irritated Michael and broke his heart. He became angry at himself and regretful about what he had done. He wanted to talk to you more about it, but decided not to. Hopefully you would think about his apology and take all of your (sport) stuff out of the trash.

But, unfortunately for Michael, you never did get back into (sport), and he never got to stop feeling guilty about it.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Bo could admit that, on the surface, he had a very fragile temper. Ever since he had you he had tried his hardest to hide all the ugly parts of himself, especially his anger. Any time he began to lose his temper, he usually stomped off somewhere by himself to maybe punch something and take a moment to breathe.

So far he had done a fairly decent job.

Up until today that was.

It had been a long week. It was summer. Tourists were pouring in at random needing fast work done to their vehicles. The gas station and church needed extra attention. It was hot outside. And, once again, Bo had a very fragile temper.

It happened when he was elbow deep in truck externals. Ever since you could walk you had always been his little helper. Already at your age your dream was to be an engineer, but you still had a lot to learn. And the fact that you had a lot to learn is what caused Bo to snap.

With the impatience of the person waiting on their vehicle to be fixed, Bo also became impatient. You had been trying to help him, bringing him tools he needed.

Whenever you brought him one too many of the wrong tools, he ended up throwing a wrench and his hat to the ground. "What is your fuckin' problem?" He shouted at you, "Are ya stupid? If ya can't bring me what I need then get the fuck outta here."

You had flinched, tears immediately filling your eyes as you carefully backed up. Bo continued to give you a serious, livid glare that scared you, his words ringing in your head and shattering your heart. He watched you run away, his chest pounding with guilt he ignored as he finished his work.

Bo didn't see you for the remainder of the day, but he did check in with Vincent to make sure that you were alright. As night fell, he became more calm and relaxed, and soon he felt absolutely horrible for how he treated you. He sat on his bench rubbing his forehead in distress for almost an hour wishing he could take it all back.

He had shown you one of his worst sides. And it had hurt you. Now what was he supposed to do? He called you 'stupid'.

Unfortunately for Bo, he didn't get a chance to apologize that night for Vincent soon brought him a note explaining that Lester had taken you home with him for the weekend. Gosh darn it. He really wanted to apologize.

But his apology had to wait for- not one week or two weeks- but a whole month. That's how badly you were trying to avoid him. It was more than enough time for Bo to sit and think about his mistakes.

When Lester finally brought you home, Bo was grateful that you didn't appear to be angry or sad. You rushed to him and gave him a big, welcoming hug that soothed his core, "Daddy!"

"Hey, critter bug," Bo chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Missed you. Guess what? Some ol' couple brought in a beat up station wagon. Needs fixin'. Wanna help?"

"No thank ya," You said casually, leaning away from him, "I don't wanna be a engineer anymore."

Bo's world stopped rotating. "What?" He gave you a stabbed look, "But ya love doin' that stuff?"

"Not anymore," Your voice turned into a lightly disappointed mumble.

Bo's mouth went completely dry. He didn't know what to do or say. All of this time apart he thought that you would have gotten over his temper tantrum, but apparently you 'really' got over it. He had been the boulder that crushed your dreams. And it...

It almost made him wanna cry.

Bo swallowed, trying not to seem too beaten down, "But... Who's gonna be my helper?"

You smiled and pointed to the man standing beside the truck, "Uncle Lester will."

"Right..." Bo nodded, his chest aching with guilt, self-hatred, regret and sadness, "Right."

You never helped him with another car again.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal liked to believe that he was the ultimate best at keeping his temper under control. He never got mad at you or expressed any negative emotions towards you. If you needed to be taught a lesson, then he would sit with you and have a firm, constructive conversation about how you needed to improve.

Your bond was strong and healthy and it made Hannibal proud. You even took after him by wanting to be a professional cook. And Hannibal was ecstatic to help you carry that dream into reality.

But one day all of his pride, arrogance and content came to an end.

You had woken up before him that morning and had snuck to the kitchen to make him breakfast. However, things went south and you accidentally ended up breaking one of his rarest, most treasured dishes- a dish that was literally one of it's only kind on the whole planet. And it upset him.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy," You had apologized desperately, "I-I just thought since you liked the plate so much you would also like eating off of it. I didn't mean to break it!"

Hannibal, his heart racing and his nerves burning with anger, had said almost too vastly, "And what lead you to believe that I would enjoy such horrible cooking on my most treasured dish? You knew these pieces were not meant to be eaten off of, yet you disrespected me anyway."

"Horrible cooking?" You murmured.

Because Hannibal was hurt, he couldn't resist the urge to make you hurt as well. "Yes. You are an awful cook. Your presence in this kitchen has always been a waste of time."

The way your eyes widened with hurt and how your hands immediately flew to your chest would be a sight that haunted Hannibal for the rest of his life. Slowly your eyes closed and you began to cry, your hands going to cover your face as you ran away, a sobbed "I'm sorry" echoing through the hall.

Instead of feeling satisfied that he hurt your feelings as intended, Hannibal immediately felt remorseful and guilty. Goodness. He knew that you were young and didn't mean to break his plate. He just... He just treasured the dish so much and now it was ruined forever. He let his emotions get to him, and he hurt you in the process. While it was your fault, he didn't blame you. You were innocent and you just wanted to make him happy.

After he cleaned up his broken dish, Hannibal searched for you and found you snuggled up on the couch. He sat in front of you and spoke calmly, "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. It wasn't my intention. You were just trying to make me breakfast and wound up making a mistake. It happens to all of us."

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered, obviously still upset.

"It is alright," Hannibal reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. "I'll get started on breakfast."

"Can I help?" You asked hopefully.

Hannibal gave you a hesitant grimace, "I think it would be best if you skipped helping me in the kitchen for today."

Instantly your eyes puffed red and turned watery. Hannibal left you alone to exhale your emotions. He knew that you would be upset for a while, but he too was also upset. He just needed some time is all.

But apparently he was wrong yet again.

After that day, you never helped Hannibal in the kitchen again. For weeks after the incident, you didn't even eat the food that he cooked. It was like you banned yourself from the kitchen entirely. He had tried to coax you into helping him, but you always found excuses not to.

Soon Hannibal learned that he had destroyed your passion for cooking by making you believe that you were a terrible chef. And he regretted it so much that it was nearly unbearable. Hannibal couldn't handle mistakes he couldn't fix.

And no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he could never mend your feelings that he severed.

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In part two I planned to age up the reader and have them secretly doing their passion behind their dad's back. And the slasher will find out and be like "what, I thought you gave up on that! Holy sh*t, I'm so happy". And the reader will be pleasantly surprised.

#dead by daylight fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers as dads #child reader #reader x hannibal lecter #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #platonic love only #no romantic relationships #father figure #part one

[the-cannibal]

child reader that’s like Matilda, has a weird family, book smart, and has a telekinetic powers meeting the slashers(of your chose) for the first time -🪱anon

Hi worm anon! This is such a cute idea, its been a while since I watched Matilda so I apologize if anything is wrong (I need to watch it again, that movie is great) I decided to do Billy and Stu and I did a female reader, I hope that's alright! Billy and Stu X (platonic) Child reader that is like Matilda! Female reader - she/her and you is used

You had always been a very smart kid and preferred things your family deemed as "weird". While they would lounge around all day around the tv, you would be in your room reading a book. A book that was made for an older reading level usually. Your older sibling liked to go to the arcade every week and spend his allowance on the video games and sweets they offered. Meanwhile you liked to save your money up, and go to the library with your little red wagon and borrow new books. The librarians always liked to try and direct you to books that were "more appropriate for your age", but those books were far too short and boring! Besides, you had probably read all those books already by the time you were two.

One day when you were walking back home with your wagon rolling along side you, you noticed a strange red trail on your front porch. You weren't dumb. You knew it was blood. But who's? But it seems your question was answered when the front door opened and revealed two tall people in strange costumes, and behind them you could barley see your father laying on the floor. Looking up at the figures you clenched a thick book in your hand and held it back, ready to swing, as tears weld up in your eyes. Sure your family wasn't the best. But that didn't mean you wanted to see them dead on the floor... "Shit dude! Who's the kid?!" A male voice spoke behind the mask. "Obviously someone who knew them." Another male voice spoke behind the other mask. "Probably their kid..." He mumbled. "What do we do?!" The first voice panicked. The shorter disguised male began pulling a knife out. "No!" The taller man yelled and shoved him against the door. "What are you doing?!" Shorter yelled. "She saw!" "She's like four, Billy!" The taller one yelled at the shorter one, which you now knew as Billy. "Five..." You couldn't help but say, making the boys turn to look at you. You sniffled, tears and snot running down your face as your body shook like a leaf. "I'm five. Not four..." And something about the way you looked at the ground, scared and confused, made the boys hearts melt in guilt. Something in them in that moment made them want to protect you. So they took you to who you would learn to be Stu's house. They sat you on the couch, Billy pacing behind it in panic, while Stu sat next to you and tried to get to know you better. "What's your name?" "Y/n." "How old are you, Y/n?" "I already told you! I'm five! Geez you're just like my parents! They never could remember my age, let alone my birthday..." Billy's head perked up at that, as well as Stu's. "Why didn't they remember? They're your parents." Billy asked. You huffed and slouched against the couch. "Because they never cared about me because I'm too weird. They just watched tv and ate junk food all day." Billy and Stu gave each other a look. Seems like they made a good choice in picking that house as their next victims. "Wait... Are you guys like... My guardian protectors?" "Your wha-" "my guardian protectors! Just like in my book! You knew I needed help so you came!" And you rambled on about your little book and how you thought these two teenage serial killers were here to protect you and saved you from your strange family. Billy and Stu just grinned. This was perfect. So they nodded and went along with everything you said. Billy and Stu agreed that night as Stu tucked you into his bed that they would be your guardians. They would do anything and everything for you. You were now a Macher Loomis.

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You surprisingly settled in with the two boys quite quickly. You usually stayed at Stu's house since his parents weren't usually home (and frankly Stu's house was a lot nicer than Billy's due to his money). But when they were Billy would just sneak you to his house. After all, it wasn't like he had any parents to worry about finding you. It was quite easy keeping you hidden surprisingly! Because you didn't play with toys made for your age, the boys didn't have to worry about someone finding a random doll some where in their house, or a toy making noise on accident and drawing attention. You were happy with your books of course, but also with some sketch books and markers and pencils. Things That was easy to hide if needed and didn't draw attention. You loved to sit on the counter as Stu and Billy cooked you guys dinner and spit facts at them. Stu loved hearing about all the things you knew about space, animals, and how quickly you could do math equations. He could randomly give you a problem with no warning and you'd have the answer in seconds. Billy loved hearing about what you knew about nature, big vocab words even he didn't know, and of course what new books you had just read. Speaking of books. The boys were very surprised at all the things you read... One day Billy and Stu were watching IT, and it took them a solid twenty minutes to notice you had snuck out of your room and were watching it with them. Stu frantically reached for the remote to stop the movie, while Billy was picking you up and telling you that, despite being five and being a big girl, this movie was to mature for you. "The book is way better, and scarier." You simply shrugged. Billy and Stu stared at you in awe. Did their kid seriously read one of the most famous horror novels? A novel that was over a THOUSAND pages? "Silence of the lambs was also way better as a book than a movie." "Okay we seriously need to check your bookshelf out..."

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Billy and Stu were very surprised that you came home with a detention slip. You had finally got signed up for school (another thing your family didn't bother to do) and you were so excited! You're a good kid! So why detention? "What happened, kiddo?" Stu asked. "I don't know! The teacher says I hit her with a marker, But I didn't! I swear, papa, I didn't!" Tears weld in your eyes. Stu picked you up and began shushing you. "Its alright, it's alright. If you didn't do it who did? We can go to the school and explain it." "That's the strange thing," You sniffled. "No one threw it. I was just looking at it and I thought it would be funny if it hit Ms. Wrench. And then it flew and hit her!" "Uhhh... Billy?" Stu turned to Billy in hope that he would have an explanation. But he looked just as confused as Stu. Some tests at home, asking you to do the same thing and have you move paper, silverware, dvds, they came to the conclusion that you had powers. "Might as well change your name to Carrie!" "But no pig blood, please!" "haha yeah no-! Wait- how do you know about that?" "Uhhh..." "Dang it, Billy check her book shelf again!" "I CAN HANDLE IT!" "YOU ARE FIVE-"

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[cherryrainn]

hello! i've noticed you've started writing for slashers now. can i pleaaaaseee get a chucky (show) x depressed/suicidal reader? like they come back from school and have a little breakdown and chucky does something about it cuz he has a soft spot for them?

STRIVE .

; pairing ; chucky x reader (platonic)

; note ; i love this little guy so much thank you for your ask aaa

; warnings ; implied/mentions of self-harm, self harm scars, depression, suicidal thoughts

the door slammed shut as you stumbled into your room, backpack dropping to the floor. the weight of the day pressed down on your shoulders, and the room felt like a suffocating mess. you kicked off your shoes, barely registering the mess around you.

little did you remember the small doll on your shelf, his tiny eyes watching your every move. he had an unusual soft spot for you.

your hands shook as you tried to pull yourself together, but the room seemed to spin with chaos. clothes were scattered, and the once-organized desk was now a disaster zone. your vision blurred with unshed tears, and in a moment of desperation, you swiped everything off the desk.

thunk.

a small sound caught your attention, and you looked down to see chucky lying on the floor, separated from his usual perch. his eyes seemed to convey a mix of concern and annoyance.

"aw, come on, kid. watch where you're throwin' stuff," he grumbled, picking himself up from the floor.

you blinked, recognizing the doll but not fully comprehending the situation. "chucky? what are you doing here?"

he rolled his eyes, a hint of impatience in his tiny features. "been keepin' an eye on you, remember? you look like you're having a.. rough day."

you sighed, running a hand through your disheveled hair. "it's more than a rough day. everything just feels... bad."

as you spoke, chucky's sharp eyes took in the state of your room, the disarray reflecting the chaos within you. when you absentmindedly reached for something, a small glint of metal catching the light, he noticed the blade in your hand.

"whoa, whoa, whoa! what do you think you're doing?" chucky's tone shifted from annoyance to genuine concern.

your gaze dropped to the blade, and a shaky breath escaped your lips. "i don't know. everything just hurts."

he huffed, shaking his tiny head. "you gotta cut that shit out." he realizes what he says and shakes his head "there's better ways to deal with this stuff. trust me."

without waiting for your response, chucky jumped onto the bed, grabbing a tissue box from the nightstand. he began tidying up the room, muttering to himself about how a clean space might help clear your head.

you watched in a mix of confusion and gratitude as chucky worked, helping you without a hint of his usual murderous intent. the doll's actions spoke louder than his words ever could, and slowly, the weight on your chest began to ease.

when the room was somewhat orderly, chucky hopped back onto the bed, giving you a small nod. "alright. let's see the damage you did to yourself," he said, his tone stern.

you hesitated, feeling a strange mix of shame and vulnerability. slowly, you revealed the self-inflicted wounds on your arms. the harsh reality of your actions was laid bare for chucky to see.

chucky's features turned grim as you revealed the scars and wounds that marred your skin.

"damn it. look at what you're doin' to yourself," chucky growled, a flicker of anger in his tiny eyes. "you think this is gonna solve anything?"

his words stung, but there was an odd sincerity in the way he spoke. you could tell he wasn't one for empty platitudes or gentle reassurances; he dealt in harsh realities.

"hurtin' yourself ain't gonna fix a damn thing. you're just addin' more pain."

you bit your lip, fighting back tears as the weight of chucky's honesty settled in the room.

"i know it's messed up, chucky," you admitted, your voice a whisper. "but what else am i supposed to do? talking to people doesn't help. it never does."

chucky sighed, his tiny features scowling. "yeah, talkin' ain't usually the answer. but this?" he gestured to your scars. "this sure as shit ain't either."

the small doll hopped off the bed, pacing the room as he continued, "you gotta find somethin' else, somethin' that makes you feel alive, even if it's just for a damn minute. for me, it's killin' people. it's what makes me feel alive, it's not about fixin' everything; it's about findin' somethin' worth hangin' on for."

"i get that,," you mumbled, wiping away a stray tear. "but it's hard."

he shot you a stern look, his tiny hands planted firmly on his hips. "life's a damn tough ride, kid. but you're tougher."

you stayed silent, looking down.

"come on," chucky said, suddenly shifting gears. "let's get you something to distract that fucked-up brain of yours. ever tried playing video games?"

you blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt change in tone. "video games? really, chucky?"

he nodded, a sly grin crossing his plastic face. "trust me, it beats the hell out of scarin' yourself."

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[silkythewriter]

!!Heyo!!

(Request rules)

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Hello to old followers and new ones who just stumbled upon my account!. I haven’t been active much recently if I’m being honest with you, but I think you can all tell if you check when I last posted! (╥﹏╥). I haven’t written in a while.. to say the least.. but I’d really like to give it another go!, my writings really rusty but I’m sure with time I’ll get the swing of it again!.

So this will be my new pin post, my introduction as well as stating all the new fandoms I’m in aswell ones I left! So updated rules basically!.

Let’s try this one last time shall we?

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REQUEST: OPEN!!

Hi! My names silky, or silkythewriter as my username states!.I just right for fun, mostly just silly head-canons or scenarios!.

Reminder to always request in my inbox! <3

I WILL DO:

Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, and scenarios!, please be sure to specify which you want in your request!.

Any romantic Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

Any platonic Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

Any angst Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

I do all genders and pronouns!, but mostly stick to gender neutral so everyone feel included.

I do allow extra details such as x chubby reader, x male reader, x female reader, and stuff like that!.

I do yandere’s!

(Parent figure) character! x (child) reader (PLATONICALLY ONLY.)

I do Poly relationships! Any amount at least if it doesn’t succeed the character limit!

I WILL NOT DO:

Pedophilia

Any heavy topics such as RA,SA,suicide,self harm, Ect.

Weird fetishes

Smut

Any uncomfortable topics and anything in the field of touchy subjects.

Match ups.

FANDOMS:

LMK = Lego monkie kid

Helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Invader Zim

HXH = Hunter x Hunter

TMNT ( Rotmnt, and 2012!)

Slasher

Gravity falls

Bojack horse man

Beastars

Popee the Performer

Fnaf

Aggretsuko

Cuphead

Dc and marvel( maybe depending on the character because I don't watch their movies much)

Undertale ( any game or AU)

Creepypasta

Super jail

Sally face

Metal family

Black butler

Hellsing

TADC

Death note!

IMPORTANT INFO!

My character limit is 4-5

I do all genders she/her.he/him,they/them,he/ they/she, etc!

I will do the same prompt with different characters!

You can mix characters from different fandoms in the same request like example: alastor, sally face,and etc ( separately) juts keep in mind the character limit!

I do headcanons and scenarios + oneshots!

Please be specific if you want a headcanon, oneshot, scenario,

Some fandom characters maybe out of character so please keep that in mind! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Cant wait to see what fun request I get! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

#x reader #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #tdac #lego monkie kid #beastars #invader zim #hxh #Tmnt #slashers #gravity falls #bojack horseman #popee the performer #fnaf #aggretsuko #cuphead #dc x reader #marvel #undertale #creepypasta x reader #super jail #sally face x reader #metal family #black butler x reader #hellsing x reader #lmk x y/n #x y/n #main character #taking requests #death note x reader

[bella-goths-wife]

Again, no one cares but I’m bored so here’s who I envision when I reread my lost boys daughter au

This is just who envision, but it’s an x reader so lost boys daughter can look like whatever you want :)

Let me know if you see the vision and who you think suits it most

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #platonic lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #yandere lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader