#carrie white x you

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Carrie White x reader

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Summary: Carrie was a sweet girl and you never understood why she was met with so much hatred at school.

Notes: I just love her and she deserves some love <3

Reader: female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

Carrie spun the tiny chocolate chip between her fingers, gazing at it absentmindedly. Fatass...It's what her mother would call her for even thinking about eating it, the touch alone would condemn Carrie to a lengthy confinement in the small praying closet next to the fridge. A chill ran down her spine and you looked up at her trembling.

"If you don't like this one, we can check downstairs if we have other chocolates, so you can pick something you like.", you suggested, offering her a gentle smile, attempting to suppress your giggles at the sight of her astonished expression.

She tossed the chocolate in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it hastily, followed by a desperate attempt to put on a carefree expression.

Carrie was a sweet girl and you never understood why she was met with so much hatred at school. The moment you spotted her crying in the corner of the girl's bathroom, surrounded by the usual troublemakers, your mouth and body acted already on their own before your head could even understand the situation and you were chasing away the other girls before comforting Carrie. You couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment you fell in love with her but you like to think that it was that exact moment, the first time you truly saw her, all of her. The long soft hair falling down perfectly on her shoulders, tiny freckles sprinkled across her face, the sparkle of the icy blue eyes hidden behind a wall of tears and the softness of her voice always carrying that gentle soul of hers. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to agree, not even her own mother. But to you she was blessed with the beauty of an angel. Just one glance was enough to set your heart on fire and the more time you spent together, the harder it became to resist your feelings for her.

The two of you continued to watch the movie. If someone were to ask you what it was about, you wouldn't have been able to answer even if your life depended on it. Your mind consumed with thoughts of whether and how to confess the growing love you felt for her. Little did you know that Carrie fought a similar battle in her own head. She was so used to being an outcast and always being alone. The fact that you genuinely wanted her as a friend and had stood up for her in front of others was almost too good to be true. And yet, a small smile tugged at her lips and she suddenly felt herself blushing, ducking her head down in embarrassment, her lips parting in a silent curse that never reached your ears. As the movie went on, you shuffled closer to her, hesitating a moment before you mustered all your courage to go a step further. When your head touched her shoulder, Carrie’s entire body froze and she almost forgot to breathe. That was the most physical contact she’d had with someone else in years - excluding getting hit or shoved by other kids. It became increasingly difficult to keep her mind on the film when you were this close - she could only focus on your warmth radiating through her t-shirt and the feeling of her own cheeks turning bright pink.

"I love you, Carrie.", you spoke softly.

She froze, exhaling sharply but when your hand found hers, a comforting warmth spread through her chest and she smiled. For once in her life, she wanted to take the happiness that life offered her.

"I love you too", she murmured, planting a gentle kiss on your head.

For once, she felt like she deserved it.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Carrie White Would Include:

As a yandere, Carrie would be clingy and obsessively possessive towards the person she loves, constantly needing your attention and assurance. She would likely be extremely jealous and suspicious when you interact with other people and might resort to stalking and surveillance tactics to keep tabs on you.

Carrie would perceive any small slight or mistake as a threat to the relationship or her love's affection, which would prompt her to take extreme measures to "correct" it. She would also have a strong need to control your actions and decisions.

Additionally, Carrie's yandere tendencies could be magnified by her telekinetic powers. She would use it to ensure that you could not leave her, even resorting to physically restraining you if necessary. She might also use her telekinetic abilities to intimidate and manipulate people who get too close to you or try to interfere with the relationship, potentially causing harm or even death to those deemed a threat.

Her obsessive feelings and desire for control would likely be driven by intense insecurities and a deep-seated fear of abandonment, given her traumatic childhood and the abuse she endured from her mother. So, while Carrie's yandere side would probably manifest as intense clinginess and possessiveness, it would also be layered with a complex mixture of love, fear, and vulnerability.

Carrie's behavior as a yandere would be marked by an intense need to protect and control the person she loves, coupled with a fear of abandonment and a tendency to lash out violently if her love is threatened in any way. She may come across as sweet and innocent on the surface, but beneath that facade lies a dangerous and unstable person driven by deeply rooted insecurity and trauma.

Carrie's yandere behavior would likely make for a tumultuous and potentially dangerous relationship. While her intense love and loyalty might be appealing at first, her possessiveness and control tendencies would become suffocating and could lead to toxic, even abusive dynamics.

She would require constant reassurance and attention, potentially leading to extreme jealousy and suspicion towards anyone who comes close to you. And her powers would further complicate matters, adding an unpredictable and dangerous element to the mix.

In front of others, Carrie likely tries her best to hide her yandere tendencies and present a more normal, well-adjusted appearance. She may come across as shy, soft-spoken, and unassuming, trying to blend in and avoid drawing unnecessary attention to herself. However, beneath that facade, she may be experiencing intense jealousy and possessiveness, especially when she sees you interacting with other people or receiving attention from someone else.

Carrie would likely shower you with gifts, compliments, and acts of devotion. She would strive to show her love and appreciation for you, going above and beyond to make you feel special and adored. She might also have a tendency to create mementos or tokens that represent your relationship, such as a scrapbook or a locket with a picture of you inside.

Carrie's punishments would likely be severe and disproportionate to any perceived slight. She might use tactics such as withholding love, affection, or access to your belongings as a way of controlling your behavior. She could also resort to emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, or even physical violence to ensure your compliance.

Others might initially find Carrie's shy and innocent demeanor endearing, not suspecting her underlying yandere tendencies. However, they would likely start to notice her possessive and clingy behavior once she becomes attached to you. People around you might become concerned or alarmed by her intense jealousy and attempts to control your interactions with others. Overall, those observing Carrie's behavior would likely be disturbed by her extreme possessiveness and potentially even afraid of her volatile and unpredictable behavior.

Carrie would be extremely affectionate and loving towards you. She would likely shower you with constant compliments, hugs, and kisses, always wanting to be close to you. She would want to spend every possible moment together, being clingy and possessive of your time and attention. She would likely also struggle with boundaries and respecting your personal space, constantly wanting to be near you and possibly even invading your privacy. Her intense desire to be close to you would be driven by her deep love and obsession with you.

She would likely plan elaborate and lavish dates to impress you and make you feel special, but could also struggle with giving you space or respecting your boundaries. Her intense need for constant reassurance might manifest as clinginess and neediness, as she would want to ensure that you're completely devoted to her at all times.

Carrie's extreme possessive nature and intense love drive her to want to protect and defend you at all costs. If she perceives a threat or anyone who tries to get between the two of you, she may resort to violence, even murder to ensure your safety and prevent any potential harm. While she might not start out being a murderer, her yandere tendencies could easily lead her to take extreme measures to keep you all to herself. Her devotion to you would be all-consuming and could lead to dangerous and unstable behavior.

It's likely that Carrie, as a yandere, would have a shrine dedicated to you in her secret room. She would likely fill it with various items related to you, such as pictures, trinkets, and other memorabilia that hold significance to her and your relationship. She would likely spend countless hours in her room, surrounded by all these reminders of you, feeding into her obsession and adoration for you.

Carrie might develop paranoid thoughts and suspicions, constantly worrying that you might leave her or prefer someone else over her. She would rely heavily on you for emotional support and validation, struggling to cope without your presence or attention.

Carrie would likely be eager for marriage, as it would solidify her bond with you and ensure your complete commitment to her. She would go to great lengths to ensure the wedding was perfect, planning every detail and often becoming overly involved in the process. After the wedding, she would likely want to spend every waking moment together, struggling with the idea of you having any time apart.

Carrie would likely be eager to have children with you as it would further tie you to her and ensure your loyalty and commitment. She would likely be overly protective and possessive of the children, fearing that they might take your attention away from her. She would likely struggle with sharing parenting duties and wanting to be involved in every aspect of their lives. She would also likely use the children as a bargaining tool, leveraging their emotional well-being to ensure you don't leave her or try to separate.

If you didn't want or couldn't have kids, Carrie would likely experience a mixture of disappointment and frustration, struggling to accept that she wouldn't be able to have children with you. She might try to manipulate or guilt you into changing your mind, or even secretly try to sabotage any contraception methods in a desperate attempt to get pregnant. However, if it truly wasn't possible to have children, she might eventually accept it, though she would likely remain hurt and upset about it for a considerable time.

"You won't ever leave me, will you? You promise you'll stay with me forever, right? I can't bear the thought of losing you. I need to know you're completely mine. I'm terrified that someone else will come along and take you away from me. I need to know you'll always be mine."

Cuddling - Despite her aggressive nature, she craves intimacy and affection just like anyone else. After a particularly intense session of roleplay, nothing beats curling up in bed with you and enjoying some quiet cuddles.

Vanilla sex - Most times, all she wants is a simple, uncomplicated fuck. No roleplaying, no kinks, just raw, passionate sex.

Dirty talk - She's a sucker for some good old-fashioned dirty talk during sex. Whispering filthy words in her ear, describing exactly what you want to do to her drives me wild.

Erotic literature - Reading and writing erotica is a major turn-on for her. Immersing herself in vivid descriptions of sexual encounters or crafting her own tales of lust and debauchery helps fuel her fantasies and desires.

Foreplay - Building up anticipation before actually engaging in sexual activity. Teasing, touching, kissing, and stroking until you're begging for release is an art form unto itself.

[madwomansapologist]

Well, passion fruit and Carrie White 🙂

passion fruit — what are their love languages?

⤷ with: carrie white

Acts of service.

I'm a 103% sure of that. I have no doubts about it. I will die on this hill and i will do it without regrets.

Let's be honest, Carrie didn't have good examples of how to show love during her life. Even when her mother act in a "nicer" way, it wasn't nice at all. And most of the moments someone was kind towards her, it didn't turned out fine.

So for Carrie to express her love, she couldn't relay on her past experiences. She needed to find her own way to do it. Carrie decided that, if she isn't good if her words, than she will be with her acts.

After all, she spend her whole life hearing about devotion.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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[darkromanceenthusiast]

Carrie (2002) x reader cuddling headcanons please!

I actually ended up making this a little story, I just wasn’t inspired to write heacannons and this is what came into my head! I hope that’s alright!

Pairing: Carrie White (2002) x reader

Contains: semi-established relationships, Carrie is comforted after the period scene, cursing, shy Carrie, she needs very protected, reader takes the lead, religion, religious trauma is mention, mentions of religious abuse, Carrie’s mom is mentioned

“Carrie!” You screamed as you ran after the brunette, your lungs were burning and your senses were on fire, you were feeling so much and so angry but you needed to get to Carrie, you needed to hold her.

“Carrie! Honey, it’s me! Please, please stop!” You beg and almost topple into the lanky girl infront of you from her abrupt stop. You throw your arms around her and hug her from behind, you can feel her entire body shaking with a mixture of rage and embarrassment.

“Carrie it’s okay, I’m sorry they did that to you, tampons aren’t embarrassing they’re just children.” You say as she turns around in your arms, throwing her arms around you and burying her face in your chest. You run your hands through her wet dark brown hair.

“Cmon, let’s get out of here.” You pull her towards your car and help her into the passenger seat, you drive to McDonald’s and buy you and her some lunch, you even let her get a milkshake to cheer her up since her mom doesn’t let her have sugar often, before driving to a local park and parking your car before pulling her into the backseat with you.

“Let me hold you.” You whispered to her and you could sense her hesitation before finally easing herself into your open arms, you could feel her physically melt as you ran your hands up and down her arms, holding her tightly and placing the occasional kiss on the top of her head.

“Thank you, for this, it’s, uh, it’s really nice.��� She says and you smile

“You know, I would do anything for you. You could come stay with me, get away from your mom.” You say

“Maybe someday, but my mom needs me, she loves me.” She answers and you just nod, deciding to keep your feelings on the matter to yourself. You often wondered what would happen if Carrie’s mom found out about the two of you, you were scared for her safety often. You would frequently park acrossed from her house waiting to have to run in to save your girlfriend.

But that’s not what you wanted to focus on right now, your girlfriend needed love and care right now. You asked her if she wanted to talk about what happened with her period and promised to help her with any questions she might have.

For now she was safe with you and knew she was loved and needed.

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative 

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

[p0lyn3sian]

Muti slasher with a reader that loves to bake, eat, and share

But the reader is like feeding them the sweets like a baby

AAHHH, THIS REQUEST OMGGG!!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!

(I think I went overboard on this one lmaoo)

Slashers: Michael, Jason, Bubba, Thomas, Billy and Stu, Billy lenz, Brahms, Carrie, Hannibal x Will, & The lost boys!

LIKES AND/OR REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Feeding slashers sweet treats!

Michael Myers:

This silent man actually does love when you bake something for him, especially that he has a sweet tooth! Like he'll be popping out of nowhere just to see what you are baking! And just watch you do the stuff from scratch.

If you want to share with Michael, this man will literally steal the whole damn plate just to eat the whole thing in front of your face..! Which makes you pissed every time he does that, and you would ignore whenever he tries to ask for those baked treats.

Michael does not want to be fed like a baby, he would most likely slap your hand away that's full of treats onto the floor.. Which Michael had to clean that up since he acted like a full on child for that.

Jason Voorhees:

When he found out that you would love to bake, he immediately wanted to try whatever pastries/deserts you would make! He'll also help you with whatever you need help with your baking!

Sharing these treats with Jason is like heaven to him! He loves seeing his darling making faces of how delicious your sweets are!

When you get the chance to feed these sweets to him, Jason gets really embarrassed that he's getting fed, but he's not complaining! He actually loves it when you feed him, cooing at him, and praising him for how much of a handsome boy he is!

Bubba Sawyer:

He LOVES LOVES your baking!! He'll be blubbering about how delicious your baking is, and how flaky it is when he bites into it! (His brothers are a little jealous, that their little brother has a baker that feeds him 🌚.)

When you share the new sweets you made, he'll be jumping up and down, wanting to try your new recipe! He then starts blubbering praises of how good it is, and that you should start feeding him that!

Now feeding Bubba, he's really shy but that doesn't matter, because getting fed by you and your sweets will be treating him like a baby, wanting more and more! But for you, you are so glad Bubba loves your sweets, and of course you love feeding him too! It makes both you and him happy as ever!

Thomas Hewitt:

This big burly man will be wanting to try your sweets of course! He immediately smelt the fresh apple pie, thinking that it was his mama making it, because he loves his Mama's apple pie!

When he got up there, he was surprised that you were baking! So of course he needed to try your apple pie! Once he bit into the apple pie, he was over the world! Making grunts of how good it is, and praising you with his grunts!

You then grabbed the chair and went beside Thomas, and grabbed a piece of apple pie, and tried to feed him. Which surprised him since you wanted to try feeding him, but he didn't care he just bit into it, and then he looked into your eyes, and Thomas put the piece of apple pie down from your hand and gave you a hug for how delicious your pie is!

Billy & Stu:

Now these two, especially Stu are a menace! When they found out you loved to bake, of course their big mouths wanted to try your sweets! Begging you if you are making more sweets, or making new sweets too!

Stu loves how you make your sweets by scratch and Billy loves how you make so much effort just to feed those sweets to them! So sharing your baked sweets to them, it's something that they will never forget!

When feeding them your baked treats to them, they'll be giving so much praise for how good it is, and asking you to feed them more! While feeding these two, they both have the audacity to start moaning while eating, so you gave them a smack to the head for that..

Billy Lenz:

You kind of knew Billy when you were staying with the sorority girls. Sometimes at midnight, there will be noises of clattering downstairs, so you had to investigate what was all that noise. Seeing a person opening up what's left over your baked brownies, froze still.. You then chuckle at the feeling of how you knew that the "moaner" was eating your brownies!

Wherever there's a chance during nights, you'll be baking treats for the "attic" man, because that's what you call him when he shows you where he hides most times. But he then told you his name, which made you happy that he told you his name, so of course you had to make more cookies for him!

For Billy, he doesn't like when people feed him, so getting fed by you would make him move away from you.. He just thinks that it's weird and he could just feed the treats to himself if he wanted to. Which you completely understand that if he doesn't want that, you'll have to leave him be.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms has been bugging you for the past few hours to make him treats! Which made him pissed that you will be fully ignoring him, so the only way to get your attention, is by acting like a full on child..

He'll be full on child mode, making messes, yelling, and crying. Hearing him being like a grown man child is something that you really hate, and you gave in and started baking a batch of treats for him.

After baking those treats for him, he'll be forcing you to hand feed them to him, because he wants to be a big baby. You had to tell him to say 'please' after what he wanted, and he said it, just so you could feed him.. But seriously he loves you so much, and he wouldn't know what to do without you and your baking!

Carrie White:

You loved to bake too? So does Carrie! Both you and Carrie will be making batches of whatever treats you guys like! Carrie loves how you make anything with chocolate, and you love her cakes that she likes to bake!

Sharing recipes with Carrie is always fun! Both you and her will be trying out new recipes with each other, and taste test them! Carrie's favorite recipe from you is the brownies, but with melted chocolate inside! As for you, you like her baked cakes! She makes so many and they're all so good, which you couldn't pick but whichever you like that's your favorite cake from her!

You and Carrie love sharing food too! Which isn't weird for the both of you since you've been sharing food since you guys were little! So you both love making "Here comes the airplane" or anything else than that, while feeding each other! Which makes it funny while eating, and just laughter filled in the air!

Hannibal & Will:

These two love your baking! They both praise and coo at you for making these delicious treats for them! For Will, he will give you cuddles for making the treats and for Hannibal, he'll be cooking your favorite dish/food for making the treats too!

Sharing your baked treats to them, makes them fall in love with you more! These two will be giving you love for making these treats for them, they'll also do everything for you too! They're really helpful after giving them your baked treats!

Will kinda does want to be fed by you, but for Hannibal he doesn't want to since he's a clean man, but he would most likely feed you though.. but they both love you very much just for feeding them your baked treats!

The Lost Boys (David, Dwayne, Paul & Marko):

Feeding these vampires is something you kinda hate but also love at the same time! They love your baked treats a lot, (maybe too much) because they'll be bugging you to make more and more! And if they want more, that means your money will be gone within a week..

They love you so much for sharing your baked treats! Even though they know that you are running out of money for baking these treats for them, the only way these vampires will do is steal money of course, just for you to make more..!

They love to be fed by you, especially Paul and Marko, but for David and Dwayne it might take some time for these two. But over all they love you so much, that they will literally make them feed your baked treats over and over again (Even if your broke 🌚).

[dolliestfairy]

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛 ཐིiཋྀ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،

billy loomis, stu macher, carrie white, and jennifer check falling in love with beautiful!fem!reader ཐི (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ཋྀ

when i said beautiful!fem!reader, i really do meant it. it was you. this time i didnt tell what your size is. skinny, chubby, curvy, whatever, you're beautiful. and yes, reader skin color is not announced.

♫ Warning : mentions of killing in public, bullying, massacre, jennifer think of you as a rival (at first) and maybe some misspelled word, pet names (Muffin, Moon Of My Life, Sweet Cheeks) lmk if i miss anything.

☾ Billy loomis

• first time he had laid his eyes on you he cant help but falling in love immediately.

• how could he not?! you're just so ethereal and beautiful.. too beautiful for this messed up world.

• he really adore the shape of your body. he does not care what your size or what your skin color is. small, medium, large, extra large, white, black, he doesnt care. he still love you.

• if someone talks bad about you, you best believe they're gonna be the next victim and they're gonna popped out in the news all over the town one week later.

• he also have a petname for you. he sometimes called you "Muffin" but if he's really in the mood or if he's just like being a gentleman for absolute no reason, he's gonna call you "Moon of my Life".

• really adores you. and always determined to keep you as his and his alone. he doesnt like sharing. so this man is kinda possessive over you.

• i mean he doesnt want to lose the Moon of his life so he had to keep you safe. if theres someone that have a plan to keep you away from him, they're gonna be dead in a second, it doesnt matter if he had to killed them in public where everyone could watch him with bare eyes, he's gonna show them what he would and can do if someone dared to take away the Moon of his Life.

☾ Stu Macher

• meet you at a party, in his house, periodt. he was chillin and drunk with his friend on a couch until his eyes snap at one of the gorgeous lady he'd ever seen which is you.

• he fell in love much faster than his buddies, and when fell, he fell HARD. so the second he sees you, he get his ass up the couch and immediately walking towards you, and what you gonna see is that you gonna see some lanky and tall man walking towards you with unconscious face while complimenting you.

• you think he's just drunk so you wouldnt mind him.

• but oh.. you were wrong. the morning where the party was over and he was all sleeping in the couch, after we woke up he kinda blank off a bit, and he sees the mess in his house from the night party. but the second he remembered the party he also remember you, the lovely lady he was compliment on.

• he suddenly feel his cheeks hotter while imagining about you, he can feel his heart fluttering as well so he want to see you again.

• luckily for him, you were actually in the same school with him. and you are practically a new kid.

• he's determined to be your first friend in this school, so he just go straight to you and introduce himself with his goofy attitude.

• he also apologize about the night party about him being so unconscious but he assure you that he can still remember you so thats why he's really determined to have you.

• it didnt take long for him to confess his feelings for you.

• he's over the moon when you accept him. he felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world.

• he promise you and the stars that he would keep you safe and comfortable around him, he would never let anything hurt you. and if it does, then they have to face the horrifying side about Stu Macher.

• and i'm telling you, it is not pleasureable to see it.

☾ Carrie white

• first she met you at the bathroom she thinks she's gonna get bullied from you, but instead, you were asking is she was okay. in which she nodd.

• she sees you walk out of the bathroom after asking her. she cant help but have some weird feelings about you.

• she never see anyone would ask her if she was okay, well not anyone as beautiful as you. so you can say that this girl was confused yet shock by your questioning.

• her romantic feelings start when she was bullied by some cheerleader group. she witnessing the fact that you were protecting her, stood up for her.

• after the bullies left, she look at you and ask why you were helping her in which you replied "do i really need a reason to help innocent people?"

• you were special, says carrie to herself, she cant believe someone as pretty as you would want to protect her from the bullies alone.

• later on at the prom she notice that you were not there at the prom.

• and when the prom hell incident is happening, and after she murder everyone including her mother, her first instinct was to find you.

• she quickly discovered where you live, she knock the bell at your door house and when you open it, you were getting a sudden hug from a crying carrie.

• you notice her bloody appereance so you take her inside and cleaning her. she hug you one more time before going to bed and say "i wouldnt forgive myself if i lose you."

• and you know she really mean it.

☾ Jennifer Check

• first time she met you, she thinks you're gonna be her rival because the amount of beauty you had in you.

• she cant help but feel a little bit of envy at that time (although she would rather die than admitting the fact that she was envy).

• so thats why at first she seems like she dislike you and she does. you at that time notice her disliking towards you so you ask about it to her.

• she just said to you that it doesnt matter and its not important to talk about.

• but her disliking towards you are kind of reduce after you try to explain to her gently that you dont have any bad intention about being her rival or enemy.

• you ask her if you both can be friends in which she rolled her eyes and say "yeah, whatever."

• and after being friends with you, she then know what kind of girl you are and thats where the romantic feelings start appearing.

• she sees your good heart and your strong willing along with your beautiful appereance, and that is making her love you even more.

• until at that time she ask you to go a Mall to shop clothes and stuff, and when you guys on a restaurant, she ask you out on a date

• and this lady was so happy when you accept it. she plans the most beautiful date she could ever imagine in her head.

• and it was going on perfectly. and at that time also she grab your palm hand and said "i really love to have you, sweet cheeks." while smiling at you.

• but one thing is that, she also kind of worry about the fact that she was a succubus. so thats why she tried to play her role as smooth as possible. she needs you to trust her enough that you will be loyal even if you find out that she eats Mankind.

• but overall, beside the bad side of her, she really does love you.

[butchcarmy]

Omg do you have any more to say about sub carmy??? Literally obsessed with the idea😵‍💫

I’m sorry. I had too much to say.

Rating: Explicit (2.3k)

Tags: sub carmy, overstimulation, edging, use of toys (cock ring), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, cum play, riding, oral (both), face sitting

It’s unreal, the way Carmy unravels so easily at your touch. With the rights words, he’ll come on the spot. It’s hot, but frustrating for you, not because you’re mad at him for coming, but because you’ve never quite had your fill playing with him. Luckily, the two of you figure out a solution:

A cock ring.

“How it feel? Not too tight, is it?” After lubing Carmy’s cock and the toy up, you’ve slipped the silicone ring at the base of his shaft, fitted right above his balls. He’s starting to harden in your slippery hands.

“No, it’s good. Just right,” Carmy sighs. He’s leaned back against a pile of cushions on your bed, clothes shucked to the side. Your eyes follow the rise and fall of his chest before looking back at his cock. Your hands itch to squeeze at his chest, run your fingers through the little curls there, but not right now. You can’t.

“I’ve set a timer for 20 minutes.” You’re walking him through it again as you start corkscrewing your fist up and down his length. He nods through little breathy moans, his curls falling into his face. “If you need to take the ring off before then, what do you say?”

“I’ll say red,” Carmy answers obediently. “Green is good, yellow is slow down.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pleased. Just for that, you kiss the tip of his hardened cock, and his breath hitches. “You’re so good, letting me play with you like this. I’m so lucky.”

“Mm, I think, I think I’m the lucky one,” he mumbles with an amused smile.

“Maybe we both are.”

“Yeah, maybe—ah—“ His words dissolves into a soft moan when he feels the heat of your mouth enclosing around the head of his cock.

It’s such a turn on to see him to like this, to be the one making him like this. As you suck and lick up and down the underside of his length, running your tongue along the bulging veins, Carmy sings for you, breathy and sweet. It makes your stomach broil, your pussy pulsing under your panties.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” you tease, popping off his cock. You lick at your lips to break the strings of saliva that connect you to him.

“S-Seriously?” Carmy leans his flushed face into one of the pillows with a deep sigh. “I’m not gonna last…”

“Oh, but you will.” As a reminder, your fingers trace the ring snug around his cock. It’s doing its job perfectly. His erection is stiff and pumped with arousal as ever, just what it looks like when he’s about to come, but he can’t. You won’t let him, not until the 20 minutes are up. “Give me a color, Carmy.”

“G-Green,” he stammers, eyes glued onto you. You’re peeling off your sticky underwear and moving to straddle his hips.

“Mm, good.” You’re warming lube in your hands before rubbing it on your pussy and his cock. You’re gonna be riding him for a while, and time is of the essence. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers, polite and perfect. Who are you to deny that?

“Oh, Carmy baby, you’re so hard for me…” Your folds bracket his bulbous, shiny tip, rubbing all over it. He makes a weak noise as you sink down on him, your hole slowly stretching around him. The lube makes it easier, quicker.

“Fuck,” Carmy whines, chest raising up and down steadily. You’re fully seated on his cock, and liquid heat fills every space inside you. You’re panting, adjusting to his thickness, squeezing and wetting his cock.

“Does it feel good inside me?” You ask, voice sweet and quiet. You run your thumb down his cute little happy trail.

“Feels so good,” Carmy pants, “so hot.”

“I can feel you twitching in my pussy, Carmy.” He makes a small, high pitched noise at that, somewhere in the back of his throat. “You wanna come already?”

“Yeah,” he whines, hips jutting forward into you. It hits a soft spot that makes you stagger, pause for a second to catch your breath.

“Well, too bad,” you whisper, and you start moving.

You start slow, almost unbearably slow. You drag yourself up his cock until just the head is snug inside you. You let yourself squeeze on it for a couple seconds, just to make him moan, before sliding back down the entirety of his length. It’s gradual, it’s steady, and it’s bringing Carmy to tears.

“I wanna come,” he whines, desperate. He’s strewn messily across the sheets. You think his cock’s gotten even harder inside of you.

“You’re not even halfway yet,” you scold him, and he makes a needy noise of protest. “Do you want to stop already?” You know you’re being mean, but you can’t help it. Not when he gets like this.

“N-No. I don’t.”

“Then be a good boy and take it.” You keep riding him at that slow, torturous pace, but you bring one of your hands up his chest. “You what to say when you want to stop. Give me a color.”

“…Green,” he whispers, little beads of tears in the corners of his eyes, and you smile.

Of course. You keep riding him, your pussy slowly and softly sucking up and down his throbbing cock, and he takes it, keeps taking it all.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know.” You start rolling around one his nipples under the pad of your thumb, and his whole body tightens up. “So pretty, so lovely.”

And he really is. God, he really is. You ogle openly at the ways the muscles in his arm go rigid when he fists the sheets, white-knuckles and tight. His tattoos move with the shift in his muscles. The hand that’s playing with his nipples moves to trace the faded triangle of ink on his chest.

“I wanna come on your pretty cock, baby,” you whisper to him, like it’s a confession. He whines at your words, bucking up into you, and you stifle a moan. “Can you handle it?”

“Mm, I, I don’t, I dunno,” he pants helplessly. There’s beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “H-How much longer?”

“You’re almost halfway now,” you inform him with a pleased, almost devious tone to it, and his whimper is so desperate and pathetic it makes you pulse. You’ve never seen him so worked up like this, never felt him so hard inside you like this before.

“Only halfway?” He repeats weakly, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Fuck—fuck—okay.” He breathes in deeply in a poor attempt to steady himself, but it doesn’t seem to do much.

“Such a good boy,” you moan, “so good for me.” One of your hands is rubbing at your clit now, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seems Carmy can feel it, too, with the way his louder and louder moans are timed with the tightening of your pussy. He’s rutting into you to no avail, chasing an orgasm he can’t have. The push of his cock into your hole makes an audible slick noise, over and over.

You lean down to seal your mouth against his bitten, moaning lips, and Carmy moans like an angel into your mouth. It’s messy, hasty, liquid and hot with your tongues gliding against each others. He tastes so good on your tongue. Spit’s smearing all over your mouth, down your chin, but you don’t care at all. Neither does he.

“Fuck, oh, Carmy, I’m gonna come,” you realize, the winding screw in your belly twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. You pull back to look at him, and you’re squeezing down even tighter at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded and teary, wet and overwhelmed, and his kissed lips are reddened and glossy with your spit. Or his. It doesn’t matter. An even pink flush colors his face. He looks well-fucked, and just looking at him like this is what makes you come.

“God—shhhit—“ Carmy’s mouth hangs open in an o as you orgasm tightly around his cock. He’s gasping for dear life, chest heaving with the effort of it. “Oh my god—“

“So fucking p-perfect—so pretty—“ you’re seated and rutting on his cock through your orgasm that rips through you, blinding you from everything except for Carmy. “J-Just seeing like you like this, it, it makes me come—god, you sound so pretty—“

He moans raggedly from your praise. His thrusts have become much more forceful, much needier. He grinds in you for the rest of your orgasm, reveling in every contraction your pussy has to give.

You’re still seated on his cock when you’re finished coming. Carmy’s at his limit, pleading endlessly for you to let him come. He’s clearly so hard and wound up he can hardly think anymore.

“Please let me come, fuck, please,” Carmy begs. There’s faint tear tracks on his cheeks, a testament to how far gone he is. “I tried, I, I just can’t anymore—I need to come—“

“Shh, baby, I got you,” you soothe him, sloppily pressing kisses to his whining lips. You slide slowly off of him and lower your hands to take off the cock ring. Before you do, you soak in the sight of him rigid and covered in your cream. He’s so hard it looks a little painful. “You did so good for me… I’ll even let you choose where you wanna come. You wanna come on my face? In my mouth?”

“I wanna come on your pussy,” Carmy pleads, immediately honest in his desperate haze, and it sends a dull jolt through you. Fuck.

“So dirty, Carm,” you murmur, breathless with how turned on that made you. You position yourself between him, angling him towards your pussy. “Of course. Anything you want. I can’t wait to see you come. I’m gonna take the ring off now, okay? Come all over my pussy like a good boy.”

With careful fingers, you pull the silicone ring off of his throbbing cock. You barely get it off before white cum shoots out of his cock.

Carmy practically sobs as he comes. You’ve never heard him cry like this before. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his searing orgasm, thinking he must be impossibly sensitive. His entire body shakes as he comes, as the pleasure rips through him.

His cock spurts over and over, covering your pussy in ropes of cum. You push your hips forward and use one hand to spread your tender folds. When his warm come hits your pussy, globs gelling over your clit, you moan from the sensation. He’s coming so much…

His cock releases a couple more weak squirts to dribble down your hand before softening. Carmy’s strewn limply across the bed, taking in deep, steady breaths. His expression is dazed, the look of someone that got fucked hard.

You shuffle towards him, knees still on either side of him when you lean down to peck his face. He makes a little noise of acknowledgement.

“Must’ve felt good, hm?” You smile as his blissful expression flashes with embarrassment. “Never heard you sound like that…”

“Good is an understatement,” Carmy laughs, voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never…felt anything like that. Holy fuck. That was just…”

“Yeah? It looked like it felt really good.” Cum drips down your pussy and off onto his lower stomach, and that makes the two of you look down.

“Let me see.” His eyes are stuck to your pussy, covered in his come. “Closer, please.”

With him laying down still, you straddle further up his torso, legs parted around his waist. You watch his face as you snake a hand down to your pussy, covered in his cum. Your fingers smear his fluid over your folds, bringing them up to your clit, rubbing it slowly… Your hand’s all sticky with both of your orgasms. And through it all, Carmy’s eyes track your hand, entranced.

“You like what you see?” You tease, and the joking way you say it makes the both of you laugh.

“Very much so.” Carmy reaches out and gently swipes his thumb over your cum-smeared clit, and you stiffen. “Fuck…you’re so wet…“

“Mm, yeah,” you say breathily. His thumb’s rubbing your wet clit back and forth. “Hhah—Carmy—“

“Let me clean you up?” His other hands runs up your thigh, squeezes at your ass. “You don’t have to, but I, I really want you to sit on my face.” His thumb presses down harder, and you whine.

“You’re, um, not too worn out? Ah—“ You feel two long fingers pump inside of you, once, twice before sliding out. You gasp.

“I mean, kinda, but…” Carmy brings his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes shut briefly as he revels in the taste of you. His fingers pop out completely clean. Fuck. “I wanna see how you taste with my cum.”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Your arousal is swirling thickly again inside of you, something fierce and devastating. “Yes, god, okay. Please.”

That’s how you end up coming again, riding his face and smearing your cum and his all over his nose, cheeks, and mouth. His tongue is so warm and soft against your pussy, licking over every fold and crevice. You grind your needy clit against the surface of his tongue, stuck out just for you.

When you finally stop grinding your pussy against his face and pull back, you’re greeted with an even better sight than before. He has this pleased, dazed smile on his flushed, messy face, like he doesn’t even care that his skin is covered in fluids. He probably doesn’t care at all—knowing him, he’s reveling in the feeling.

“You’re my good boy, Carm,” you praise him, chest full of affection at the sight of him, and he hums back, just as affectionate.

[seanchaidh7]

Henry & Alex - NYU

[actuallysaiyan]

||Love Like Blood|| Chapter One: The Butt Of The Joke

Chapter One: The Butt Of The Joke

Warnings: menstruations/menarche, bullying, mentions of death, grieving, major religious trauma, dark themes, crossover, reader character Pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader/Carrie White!Reader, mentions of past Emo!Nanami Kento x Haibara Yu and insinuations of possible Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru Summary: You know you're different and that's never going to change. But what happens when you get your first period much too late in life? You're already old enough to be driving...to be doing all kinds of other things. The fear of dying hits you hard despite the fact that it's completely normal. Meanwhile, Nanami Kento lingers on his feelings and sadness that comes with grieving a lost loved one.

dividers by: @/benkeibear/@adornedwithlight

taglist: @tsukimefuku. @kentocalls @erebus-et-eigengrau @sparklynightm4re @seireiteihellbutterfly

@beneathstarryskies

Masterlist

You were different. You always would be different from everyone else. There wasn’t a single thought or single person who could even change your mind about that.

Every day you were reminded of just how different you were. The girls with their cute outfits, their perfectly coiffed hair and their penchant for fawning over the latest celebrity or star of the local football team.

And yet, here you were, yet to even have your menarche. All the other girls had gone through that so long ago. You didn’t even know much about that sort of thing. You had heard girls talking about it from time to time. Mentions and whispers of needing a tampon, or the many euphemisms that they used for this particular natural process in a woman’s life.

Shark week. Aunt flo. Riding the cotton wave.

You wanted to laugh along with them so badly. You wanted to complain about pimples and cramps and how the boys were so dumb. You longed to be one of the cool girls. So many times you looked over at them, wishing they’d just this once invite you to their table for lunch.

Maybe one day it would finally happen. You longed for the day that maybe Cait Hall would finally fix her attitude, wrap her arm around you and say it was all one big joke.

You knew it was impossible. There was no way it would happen that way. Mostly because you have been painfully aware that you were born to be the butt of everyone’s joke. That’s all you’d ever be. Nothing else could ever fix the situation.

The more you grew up, the more you sunk deeper into this role without even realizing it. You wanted it all to stop; you wished kids would just be kinder to you. But wishing and hoping and praying, it wouldn’t fix anything.

Despite you desperately wanting to break out of this shell that you’ve had to wrap around yourself for protection, you know that it won’t do you any good.

That morning, you felt nothing different. It was a morning just like any other. You made your way to school, keeping your head bowed down. You never met the spiteful and playful gazes of your peers as you made your way into the school.

You didn’t bother even looking at any of the girls as you got changed for PE. And you most certainly didn’t want to be noticed as you all played volleyball and you kept missing the ball.

You weren’t very athletically talented. Hand-eye coordination was never your strong suit. The ball would fly so close to you, and you cowered in fear often. It had hit you in the face one too many times. Your weak and feeble attempts angered your teammates. Most of which sighed in relief when the bell announcing the end of the first period rang.

In the shower room, you hid behind your locker before making your way into one of the cramped shower stalls. The smell of soap and fruity body wash fills the air. You try to hide your body from everyone else.

All the other girls have seemingly filled out nicely. You don’t understand why you have to be the only one to not blossom into a beautiful flower. You look like an ugly duckling and you are very aware of that fact.

Just then, a painful feeling in your lower abdomen. You ignore it, figuring it to be hunger pangs. You continue to soap up your body, thinking a million and one hateful thoughts about it. You wish you could just be swallowed up by the ground completely.

The water is cut off as you turn the dial and you reach for your towel. That’s when the first shriek is heard.

“Oh god! Per-iod!”

The voice is snarky and it hits you right in the heart. You don’t quite understand what’s going on but you know that you are indeed once again the butt of some stupid joke.

The catcalls, the shrieks and the mean words hit you so hard. It’s only when you look down and see the blood that you realize something is wrong. Something is very very wrong.

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Nanami is holed up in his room once again. It’s his last year at Jujutsu Tech. He wonders what he’ll do after he graduates. He never even really expected himself to continue after the death of his best friend.

The people who surround him have been so kind to him. Even if Gojo gets on his nerves very often, Nanami is still grateful to have the man with him. They share a pain that not many understand.

Every day he wonders if he’s made the right choice by continuing. Nanami lingers on the last words that he spoke to Haibara. They were words of encouragement, of returning home together safely.

Nanami often hangs onto those last moments. The last moments of seeing his best friend alive. The pain of having to carry his body back to the school alone. The stinging feeling in his heart being ripped from his chest.

The way he nearly collapsed when he finally got back to the school. The conversation he had with Geto. That final time he saw Geto…

He tries to shake these thoughts from his mind but he’s having a hard time. It’s what keeps him going some days. It’s what makes it difficult to get out of bed on other days. The feeling of being alone without the best friend he never knew he could have was what would eat him up inside for years to come.

Gojo bursts through the door, a bag of snacks and treats in his hand. Nanami scowls as he sees his upperclassman. It’s not that it was unwanted completely, but Gojo has a very bad habit of walking into his room unannounced.

“Hiiii Kentoooooo!” Gojo booms. “Are you being all emo?”

Kento sighs, shaking his head. He really isn’t in any mood to talk to Gojo about this. Gojo would understand, but he’s too much in this happy-go-lucky mood to really take it seriously.

“Are you suuuure?” Gojo asks, sitting on Kento’s bed.

The older sorcerer opens his bags of goodies. He knows that Nanami isn’t feeling good. It’s the reason why he came to his room in the first place. While the rest of the students had been out in the field training, Nanami stayed in his room, brooding.

“Yes, Gojo. I am very certain.”

The tone is dry and strict. Gojo feels a tug at his heart. He hates seeing his underclassman like this. He cares so much for the young man.

Gojo hands him a sandwich he managed to find at the cafe near the school. It’s the very one that Nanami goes to whenever he gets the chance.

“Thank you,” Nanami mumbles as he unwraps the sandwich.

It’s quiet in the dorm room apart from the munching and chewing noises and the occasional banter from the older sorcerer. He’s energetic as he speaks, and while this usually annoys Nanami to no end, Nanami is finding it so comforting.

It’s much easier to deal with than the dead silence that rings through this empty dorm room. The same one that used to be filled with laughter and jokes from his brunette best friend.

Now it just seemed sad and lonely…

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The sanitary napkins and tampons that they threw at you didn’t hurt. It was the notion behind it that stung like a bee’s sting. It was the way they laughed even though you knew something was wrong.

The blood filled both your hands as you grasped at your lower abdomen and reached further. It was dark, blossoming like a rose. In your mind’s eye, you could see yourself falling over and never getting back up.

The belief of hemorrhaging to death was too strong. You shrieked and cried, raising your bloodied hands to shield yourself from the onslaught of the bullies that taunted you your entire life.

“Look at her,” Cait hollered. “Look how pathetic and disgusting!” 

Skye Smith watches on with disgust written all over her face. She knows she shouldn’t keep throwing tampons at you, but she has no choice but to continue. It feels like it’s the apex of something bigger.

You back into a corner of one of the shower stalls and you sink to the ground. You hide your face behind your bloodied hands. The ache in your abdomen won’t stop and you feel helpless at this onslaught.

The blood begins to wash down the drain. But the flow from your own body seems to be endless. It’s like you’re bleeding out all the pain in your body. It’s so painful, the act itself. It’s like a million knives stabbing into your stomach.

“Look at her!” Cait cries out once more, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at you. “It’s almost as if she’s never had her period!”

This almost silences and stops all the young women in the shower room. Then the door opens and Miss Callahan walks in.

“Everyone, back up! Give her some room!”

The voice is authoritative. It’s the kind of voice that you know you need to listen to. And yet you aren’t comforted by it at all. You are convinced you will die in this dirty, filthy shower stall.

“Hey! Are you alright?”

You look up at your PE teacher. Despite her previous attempts at clearing the room with her strict voice and hands on her hips, she’s now kneeling at your side.

You shake your head, tears cascading down your cheeks. She takes pity on you, bringing you up to your feet. You’re shaking; cold, wet and tired.

“M-my…I’m gonna…” The words stick to the back of your throat.

Miss Callahan helps you sit on one of the benches. All the girls have cleared out now. Faster than she could even take names. But she knows who is to blame. She’ll punish them all if she truly has to.

“Now,” she brushes some wet hair out of your face and notices the blood smears that have settled there. “Tell me what happened.”

Your hands shake as you point to the blood going down the drain. You can’t even imagine how she deals with all of this so calmly. The words that come from your mouth are stuttered and you are clearly tongue tied.

Without shaming you, Miss Callahan tries her best to explain what happened. And despite your vague knowledge of a period, you know you shouldn’t be listening to this. It’s a sin. You have received the original sin.

Oh how you would be tainted.

The thought of being tainted by the original sin sends you in a frenzied panic. Miss Callahan watches as one of the lights above you both begins to crack. A terrified yell erupts from her as glass comes raining down upon both of you.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Some would say that was the day you changed. Others say it was the day that everyone was doomed. It was the start of something new.

And with the yellow dismissal slip in your hands, you walk down the road to your home. You tried to rationalize what happened in the locker room. 

There had been so much blood. So much pain. The torments had been relentless. You wondered if you had just dreamt it all. 

A cool breeze makes you shiver under your hand-me-down and sewn-together cardigan. The trees sway in that very breeze. The days were becoming cooler. The nights would get darker.

And you would remain the same.

The butt of every joke. The person they would trip. Your clothes would rip from being old and fixed time and time again, and they would all point and laugh. They loved being able to make you the joke because it distracted them from their own miserable lives.

You enter your home, shuddering at the way all the figures on every cross and in every painting seem to watch you with burning eyes. He’s all seeing, or so you were told. He’s supposed to be forgiving too.

Still, as you make your way up to your room and flop on the bed, you wonder if maybe he wasn’t real. Maybe none of this was real and you’d wake up tomorrow feeling a little more refreshed knowing that this never happened.

The minute you close your eyes and focus on nothing, that’s when you hear the slam of your own bedroom door. Your eyes shoot open, looking over at the door. 

Was that me? Or was that my imagination? 

You focus once more, but nothing else happens. The pain in your lower abdomen starts up again, causing you to curl up into the fetal position. And this is the same position you fall asleep in for a few short hours before your mother comes home and finds you home from school…

[i-arch-my-backula]

What slashers do on their s/o's birthday

So today is my birthday. I'm officially 17 and I wanted to celebrate with a fic for myself and any other April babies. I hope y'all enjoy this.

Includes: Carrie White, Michael Myers, Leslie Vernon, Candyman, Norman Bates and Jesse Cromeans

Warnings: Implied stalking in Leslie's part

Carrie White

She's going to bake you whatever cake you want her to make. She's going to go all out for you on your birthday. Like she's putting effort into making this for you.

A gift from her is going to be a special birthday outfit that she made. She had you pick out the pattern and the fabric beforehand and gives it to you to wear on your birthday.

Also probably makes you a card. That or she writes a very heart felt note in a card she bought in her cursive hand writing.

She's also cooking you your favorite dinner. Whatever it is you want she'll make it for you. She's never had a special birthday that she got to celebrate so she wants to make it special for you.

I also feel like she'd be more open to physical affection on your birthday. She's a more reserved person so her holding you hand or giving you a kiss on the cheek is a big deal to her, but she's doing it because you mean so much to her.

Michael Myers

Might not remember that it's your birthday. He's a kind of busy guy who's already doing a lot by not killing you and being your boyfriend so he doesn't think it's a big deal if he forgets.

He in general doesn't understand why people celebrate birthdays. He thinks it's a little dumb but he's not going to say that, or really anything, to you.

When you remind him, he goes out and steals a gift for you. Something he's heard you mention before. Most likely from someones house. But if he's feeling like it he might steal it from a store.

If you're really close to him he'll put a tag with his name on it. It's going to be horrible hand writing that you could barely read but him writing "from Michael" is something really special.

If you have a cake on your birthday he'll happily eat some with you. Depending on how close you are, he might lift up his mask and eat it in the same room as you but it really depends on how long he's known you.

Leslie Vernon

He's been planning this since he first laid his eyes on you. At first you were going to be a victim but he ended up catching feelings for you and now you're dating. But that hasn't stopped him from learning everything about you.

He's going to be a bit of an asshole and act like he doesn't know that it's your birthday. He's going to act like it's a normal day and ask you to go out and get something so he can set up a surprise for you.

That surprise being something that you've wanted for a very long time. Whatever it is he finds a way to get it for you and sets it up while you're out of the house.

Also buys you a cake. He tried to make one himself but he was so bad at it that he had to throw it away and clean up half the kitchen.

He also does try to scare you a little bit. He just likes scaring people and you're one of them. He's sorry about it afterwards if you didn't like it but he thought it would be funny.

Candy man

He doesn't know his birthday, even if he did when he was alive he'd probably forget it by now. But he always remembers your birthday, for as long as you're with him he'll remember it.

I feel like he didn't know how to write when he was alive but in the afterlife he learned how to, meaning he's going to write you a lengthy love poem. He's going to be detailing everything he loves about you in this poem and more.

He's also getting you flowers, partly because of his bees, partly because he's a classic romantic. He's not getting you just any flowers either. He's stealing you your favorite flowers.

He's also taking you out on a date. A non-traditional one because, well he's an undead man who has supernatural powers. But it's still nice. Probably a walk around at night somewhere romantic.

I feel like he doesn't eat food because he doesn't need to but if you have cake for your birthday he's happy to sit with you and enjoy it together.

Norman Bates

He has your birthday marked on his calendar the moment he realizes that he loves you. He double checks before writing it down on his calendar and having a countdown.

He's going to make you breakfast in bed. Whatever your favorite breakfast foods are he's going to make them for you and serve you in bed, but he's going to stress not to get crumbs on the bed.

Like Leslie he's getting you a special gift that you've been talking a lot about. Anything that you really want he's going to get for you one way or another.

He's probably going to buy you a cake. He might make one and if he does it turns out pretty good because it was his mothers recipe. But he might get too anxious to actually do that so he's going to most likely buy a cake for you.

Like Carrie he's going to be more physically affectionate too. He'll be pretty nervous the first time he holds your hand for an extended period of time but he ends up craving more physical affection.

Jesse Cromeans

He's going to spoil you the entire day, no matter if you want him to or not. This man has money to burn he's not going to let you act like you don't deserve to be treated.

He either buys you gifts you've wanted or just gives you a ton of money to go shopping with him. He'll probably find some subtle way to ask you before your birthday and plan according to that.

He also takes you out to whatever fancy restaurant you want to go to. He's a rich and powerful man so he can get his assistant to get you two a table at whatever restaurant you want to go to.

If you want a cake for your birthday he gets the best bakery nearby to make you one according to your exact desires. He writes down exactly what you want and has his assistant help with getting it done.

You know how people put cash in cards for your birthday? Jesse stuffs way too much cash in your card. As if all of what he's doing today isn't enough, you're getting at least 3,000 dollars in your birthday card.

[madwomansapologist]

Can I request Carrie White with a s/o with super strength and how they met. Thank you very much 😄❤

Carrie White with a super strength partner would include

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synopsis: Carrie isn't used to be respect, inside or outside her home. So, at school, when she needed help and you was there to save her, Carrie was breathless.

warnings: some bullying, nothing far away from the canon psychological violence, and mentions of blood. and, well, at the end we have a mass murderer situation

nota: thanks for your request! Our sweet girl deserves a sweet love, so here we go (I wroted that with Mario's voice in my head, it would be an insult if you don't read the same). I hope you like it!

• As usual, Carrie wasn't on a great situation. When someone wasn't screaming or making her feel like shit, her mom was making her help the church. She loves her religion and would like to make her church a better place, she just don't love being left to do everything by herself. Carrie should be used to her mom's bad behaviour, but what girl is fine with the knowlegde that her mother isn't a great person?

• She was left to bring boxes with donations into the church. A lot of boxes, and all of them heavy. At the forth one, Carrie was already tired. Her arms we're shaking. With a big box, big enough so she wasn't able to look at the ground, her feet trapped on the carpet, and Carrie was sure that she would tear everythig down

• If it wasn't for you. With one arm, you hold the heavy box. With the other, you hold her. She was... breathless. Carrie only looked at you, unable to blink, and gasped

• Carrie knew you. Carrie never talked to you, but she saw you at the school. Surrounded by all your friends, laughting and being loved by others. You are popular. Not just popular, you are nice. People don't see you being mean, or treating someone badly, or acting like a diva

• You helped her with the boxes, like it didn't mean anything. Carrie was kinda of expecting you to be mean, but you simply did not. You talked to her, and you seen to like her. Carrie was surprised that you where at the church

• When Carrie was at the same class as you, you talked to her. Or when you both we're at some corridor. Sometimes it was just a hi, a smile, others a conversation. She tended to notice when you where at the church, and you tended to sit beside her

• It didn't take much time for you both to became friends. When some mean girls we're messing with Carrie, you interfere. Being her friend didn't embarrassed you and Carrie notice that. Probably after that the friendship gets really stronger, there is a bound between you two. You talked to her about your problems, she talked to you about hers

• Carrie is a great observer. She notice something different on you. She never saw you sick, not a single time. And she is pretty sure that no person should be able to that strong. The day with the boxes was just one example. Carrie saw you, when you didn't know that she was there, lofting a cabinet to take your pen. With one hand. Like it didn't mean anything

• Carrie saw you as angel. As someone send from above. You help everyone around you. And you do it like it don't mean anything. Carrie can see why you hide your gift, so she never mention it

• At the ball, when she is crowned, you we're so happy for her. She looks amazing. Carrie look like a princess. Your smiling was almost hurting your skin when you heard some laughs. And as quickly as it found a place in your face, your smile fade away

• The moment you get what was happening, the moment you notice that something would fall on her, you did what your soul ordered: you helped her. You run up the stage and push her, making her stumble. And then the red rain fall on you

• In a mixed of surprise and fear, some laughs started. It didn't take much to everyone laugh so hard that it was the only thing that you could listen to. Laughing, and laughing, and laughing

• Maybe you could have changed the destiny of everyone there. Maybe if you didn't interfere. You are unable to see the possibilities that this universe had for that night, you only know what you saw: Carrie White going beserker

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[kittyamore0]

Slashers with a Vampire S/O:

[PART II]

CW: Biting, marking, breaking of skin, blood, slightly dom, immortal, GN! reader, blood kink and drinking blood

LITTLE NOTE I: Im in a slightly good mood and i wanted to write another character even though they aren't a slasher, but as a bonus!

LITTLE NOTE II: I've been up since 3AM working on this and then other things. Its currently 9AM and im having crucial back pain

BONUS: extra character

EXTRA CHARACTER: Violet Harmon

MAIN CHARACTERS: Stu Macher + Billy Loomis, Carrie White, Freddy Kruger, Tate Langdon, Bubba sawyer, GENRE: Headcanons

Fandom: Horror

STU MACHER + BILLY LOOMIS

Stu wouldn't believe you at first.

Billy tends to stalk you from time to time, so i think he would know

You also know that your loving, killer boyfriend stalks you

So you also know that he knew.

"Uh, Sweetie, you do realize its not Halloween yet, right?"

You scoffed and flashed your fangs at Stu and Billy

"Might be fake-"

"Bitch, please!"

Stu playfully rolled his eyes and smiled

Suddenly, you ran past him

But way too quickly

"Wait-- What the fuck?--"

Billy just snickered at him

"What are you laughing about?"

Stu narrowed his eyes

"Ive been knowing, you fuck-rag."

Stu did in fact realize you were not lying.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"They just did,"

"You--"

"Enough."

Stu kept whining the whole week after that

He would ask stupid questions

Like Tif, he would watch Vamp movies with you

He will let you bite him just to feel how it feels

Sometimes it'll go well with Stu, sometimes it wont...

He needs like 20 years to recover from that bite

And other times, he feels like hes floating

"I feel high! Is this what you felt when they bit you, Bil?"

"No, i felt horny."

...

"Wait, wha--"

Now, with Billy

He loved it when you bit him

He has a major blood kink

You marking him, blood seeping down his neck as you drink from him.

He also loves looking into your crimson eyes

He thinks your eyes are really pretty, but he wont admit that

Maybe if you manage to bribe him

He does know that he can actually die if he lets you drink as much blood, so it only happens once awhile

He will bring you back some victims as ghostface though!

Be prepared for loving phone calls from your loving boyfriends telling you how much people they've killed

CARRIE WHITE

She did believe you, but it took her some time to process stuff

I mean, she's got powers. Why wouldn't she believe you?

She sometimes thinks about how her mom would react

Her mom would be absolutely pissed

But she doesn't care

she's not letting you go anytime soon

And she doesn't plan too

You don't drink from her because her body is already fragile enough

She never brought up that idea either

I mean, she has thought about it, but she knows that you would refuse instantly due to both her physical and mental health

She would let you drink from her, if it meant saving you in some kind of way

She doesn't ask too many questions about it and treats you like any normal person, but with extra and special attention since you're her S/O!

When shes upset, her powers get out of control and she has flung knives at you...maybe more than one.

But she really didn't mean to!

She can't control it!

She freaks out when one of the knives at you, dropping her upset mood

Then you have to reassure her that you're immortal, so it wont affect you as much

"Carrie, sweetie, im okay--"

"I-it wa-was in your th-throat!"

"Again, not like im dying--"

She was so upset the first time it happened

She tried running away and locking herself inside her room, but you were much stronger than her, so you held her close until she was calm

"Shh...its okay, its okay."

"i--im-im sorry, im sorry..."

Poor baby :(

But you will pamper her after shes calm down

:)

FREDDY KRUGER

Hes gonna believe you, since you know, hes a dead, burned, sleep demon--

But he wants proof

Crimson eyes or bright changing eye colors? check.

Sharp fangs that can hide themselves? Check.

Blood lust?

You tried biting him the first time you guys met and he caught you eating more than one person in your dreams.

So yea, Check.

He makes dirty jokes about your powers

Speed?

He'll say something along the lines of..."Well, lets see your pace in the bedroom--"

You start fist fighting him every time he does say something like that

But sometimes you'll play along with his little flirting game

And the second you do, theres a thick lump in those worn out pants of his

The next thing you know, you wake up naked

Oh, and because of that supernatural crazy stuff,

You find a way to see the demon through the day instead of night now!

Through spells though

But as long as you're seeing him!

TATE LANGDON

Hes known way before you've met him, and thats because hes known you longer than you've known he existed

When he did reveal himself, like his true self, which is being dead, you realized about him knowing about your little secret

And the other ghost in the house

yay.

I mean, you were planning to tell your boyfriend Tate that you were a Vamp, but he knew

So that spares you the explanation and proving

You were just glad he knew

Tate, i feel like when he tells you that he knows, he'll compliment you.

How he loved the way your eyes would change color

How he loved your powers

And how he loved you, most of all, all of you.

All the confessing would definitely lead to a passion make out, and maybe even further

And dont tell me 'no'. This shit would be like a telenovela, but it got to the part that they are confessing

And im listening to 'or nah' by The Weeknd right now, it's a sign.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He would treat you like his normal S/O, not caring about the fact you are a human-blood-drinking creature.

He would suggest you be a vampire for Halloween, since you know, you're already one...

"Haha, so funny. I'm not gonna wear those weird human versions of vampire cloaks!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny!"

"Okay, how about this; You wear those ghost costumes, the ones where theres just holes where the eyes are and ill dress in one of those weird vampire cloaks."

"No, not in a million years!"

"It's either we wait a million years then, or you wont ever get to see me in that vampire cloak~"

"Okay, you win!"

"So, deal then?"

"Deal."

Whenever you have your blood lust, he'll offer up his cold flesh for you to bite through and let his bitter sweet blood soak out

But in the end, you can't.

Dead blood in fact makes Vampires very ill

And though it saddens him that he cant help you, he'll understand.

He wont let you drink his blood.

No matter how much pain you're in.

He can't risk putting you in even more pain

So he mostly goes invisible when you have your blood lust

And he waits in the corner of your room for you to come back from hunting your meal

Calm cuddles after your blood lust while listening to Nirvana

He absolutely loves that you are immortal

You can stay with him, forever.

Forever and ever. With him, and only him.

VIOLET HARMON -- THE BONUS

Violet has also known, like Tate because she has been watching you.

You also knew she was a ghost in the house from the day she came up to you

How? When words about the infamous 'murder house' were being spread, so did the word Violet

And you might of seen a picture or two of her when people would talk about the murder house

She kinda has no choice either

She also was really interested in you when you moved into the house

She was obviously shocked when she found out you were a vampire

She did not expect that at all

I mean, she grew up knowing that vampires didn't exist

And yet, here you are

before you guys started dating she was the classic-

sorta stare and not talk

Only because you're a vampire and she doesn't wanna trigger anything--

Okay...shes was nervous.

She has a literal crush on a hot vampire who is living in the house she died in!

okay, the 'died in' part is uh, just not needed

And she did really want to talk to you, she just needed a push

Tate.

"Okay, Vi, you got this..."

She took a deep breath

"shit, never mind. i don't got this--"

"You do."

She yelped when the familiar voice had appeared from behind her.

"Tate...?"

"yea, sorry. I just wanted to say that, uh, you should go for it. Its now or never. They might be a inmortal , but they wont stay here for long without, um, value? So, uh, go for it."

He flashes Violet a small smile before walking way

"Thanks..." She mumbled and continued to stare at your figure

fuck it.

"Uh, h-hi,"

Her heart felt like it was about to pop tf out her chest

Wait, it dont beat no more.

But still felt like it

You felt like you were trippin'

Are you actually talking to a cute, dead girl right now?

Yes. Yes you were.

"Hi, Violet."

She froze up.

How the hell.

Did one of the ghosts tell you?

What.

"How did you--"

"Oh, it was easy. A lot of people talk about this house, and you."

oh, right.

Well, shit.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Yes.

"N--no, im fine--"

You just chuckled at her

Why in the hell were you so calm???

"Do you wanna talk a little? im sure you didn't call me just to call me."

"Yes! i mean--sure!"

You guys hung out the rest of the night and it was amazing.

She found out things about you

You found out things about her

A win-win!

She'd hate when you have your blood lust

Because 1. You're scary as hell

2. She hates seeing you in pain

3. There's no blood available for you in the house because its all dead blood, we dont want you to be sick

4. She hates waiting long for you to come home

Long naps with you after you got back from hunting

BUBBA SAWYER

You told Bubba from the start of the relationship!

I mean, why not tell your cannibal boyfriend that you, are in fact, a blood thirsty vampire

At first, he was confused

A vampire in texas...?

A real, REAL vampire.

Complusion to make him less confused

Oh, now he gets it!

Wonder why...

He'll still love you

Vampire or not

constant babbling about how he loves your crimson eyes

HATES it when you have your blood lust

He hates seeing you in pain

Tries feeding you his victims

Gets even more upset when you tell him you can't have dead blood

Hes on his way to find some more victims

You can count on him!

He'll come back with 2-5 victims

Maybe even more if there was some event going on nearby

He'll sit you on his lap and cuddle with you till' you feel better

He coos at you but you have absolutely no idea on what he's saying!

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[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: “Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

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The slashers

(And Carrie please 😭)

With a albino child reader🤭‼️

Omg I don't know much about albinism sorry if I got something wrong or missed anything.

I shortened it because I'm not consistent.

Michael

Michael was stalking and then he saw you and thought you were a baby angel at first. Like seriously, you look so angelic!

Wanted to observe you more but then he realised that he's out for killing and then ran walked away.

A bit later when he's killed 3 people that he wonders why he didn't kill you. But whatever it was he wanted to see you again.

For a possibly-not-an-angel-and-just-an-odd-kid you sure as hell did act like an angel.

And then he started to feel protective over you. He distanced himself but that didn't work so he just dealt with this annoying feeling for now.

He saw a kid call you a mf chalk and then later he was also found cut out and dead like a chalk.

It was a sunny day where you tried to cover your eyes from the bright sun away from your sensitive eyes and your not so good wasn't helping at all.

You kept bumping into things when you bumped into a hard clothed big statue like legs which made a shade for your smaller body and you got a good look at your savior.

You were kinda creeped out since his gaze on you felt the exact watching ones you felt when you were outside or near a window but those eyes never meant harm or anything malicious towards you.

The figure then fastly walked away which was unknowingly the start of your new little friendship.

Sinclair brothers

They couldn't believe their eyes when they first saw you. You were just so... Different! In a good way! Wondered if you were just a pale kid who just bleached every hair on their body. Please forgive them they're new to this.

Bo again shows you off for tourist attraction but just in the shade, if you think he only likes you is because you can get the attention of people effectively he'll be very quick to dismiss those thoughts, of course he sees you more than that! That part is just for business. Don't think such silly thoughts again. Probably says shit like "don't run off and trip on the ground, it'll be a pain if your hair gets dirtied." but really it's just a dumb excuse to keep his paranoia away. He'll buy glasses for you if your eyesight is crazy poor.

Vincent also loves how you look. He's just in the corner like "wow I can't believe that beautiful child likes me." his cute little ass is in the basement and scribbling. Plays with your hair if you have any. He'd pick you up if you're having a hard time seeing, or covers you up on a bright day. He loves how you look but also hates the consequences you have to suffer with. He thinks you're very delicate because of these reasons and so comes mama Vincent, bo is around the corner no one can handle his mom energy yet.

Lester is sad that most of the time you can't go outside mostly because of your light sensitivity. But although the stars and the moon do look nice. Still tries to give you a good life though, he understands that you probably got looked at weirdly and doesn't want to make you feel that same way. Lester and Jonesy always have your back on this one. Random person bothering you? No problem Jonesy will get the pleasure of scaring the shit out of them maybe bite them idk depends. Maybe they're both mauling that person

Carrie

Was awestruck when she first saw you. Thought you kinda looked like her! And that you were an angel since you fit the description of one.

Would get confused if you said you get bullied. God people find reasons to bully someone for no reason.

She would definitely do something about it though, it would be very rude of her if she just let it continue.

Wouldn't go as far as killing but would scare them into never talking to you again. She might feel kinda bad but they deserved it.

Gives you old light coloured clothing as it goes well with you. Maybe you two can match!

Doesn't know what her mother will think of you so she keeps you hidden. She means no harm! She just wants to make sure she can be there for you.

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Incorrect Quote

Carrie: Look, Stu, I've never fit in. If I met you in high school,.. y- you never would have even noticed me...

Stu, on his knees, desperate to make her believe he LIKES HER!!: That's just because I didn't go to class! I wouldn't have seen you!!