#tiffany valentine x y/n

[loveandmurders]

Hello, neighbour (gn!reader x Tiffany Valentine headcanons)

Based on this request :  “ could I request gender neutral!reader x tiffany valentine headcanons about her kinda being obsessive and madly in love with reader whose her neighbor at the trailer park, but reader is completely oblivious to her attempts”

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual desire/activites but nothing explicit, one or two strong words, mentions of Tiff's killing activities, mentions of kidnapping and tying reader up.

When Tiffany first saw you settling at the trailer park, she couldn’t deny that she was very interested and curious about you.

She was sunbathing, with her sunglasses on and a glass of lemonade in one hand while lazily reading a magazine.

She was quite bored, so she quickly enjoyed having something new to observe.

She stopped reading and watched you over her glasses, sipping at her drink, like a cat watching a new toy arriving.

You felt her eyes on you so you turned around and greeted her.

“Hey, I’m your new neighbour it seems!” you said as you extended your hand toward her before introducing yourself.

She was quick to answer the gesture and she offered you her most delicious and charming smile.

“Hello, sweet pie. It’s a pleasure to see someone new there. Gonna stay here for a while I hope?” she asked and her smile only widened when you nodded.

“Well yeah, until I find better of course” you hummed

“Can I help you with anything?” she offered as she got up, showing off her beautiful body and quickly invading your personal space.

You watched her and blushed a little before nodding.

You were quite glad to make a new friend so quickly here, because you had been a little bit worried about being left on your own. You wouldn’t have been able to stand it, you needed to socialise.

It wasn’t the best time of your existence so the thought that you could befriend your pretty neighbour right away was definitively lifting up your spirits as well.

You spent the day with her and you really enjoyed yourself.

She seemed to also enjoy your company because she insisted for the two of you to eat at her place.

You had to admit that it was almost looking like a date, with the little table, the comfy atmosphere and the candles lit up all around you.

But you just thought it was Tiffany’s aesthetic and you didn’t think much of it.

After the food, she asked you if you wanted to lay down on the bed with her. You missed her wink as you looked toward her "bedroom area".

“I really should go rest in my own bed, it’s been quite a long day already” you politely declined

She pouted at you and you could tell that she was very disappointed to see you go “so soon”. You apologised and promised to spend more time with her the next day, but for the moment you were really tired.

She tried to convince you a little longer to stay but you finally went to your own place.

Once you were gone, Tiffany started to grumble to herself about you being too perfect for her own good, and about how she should tie you up to her bedframe so you wouldn’t be able to leave so easily.

She didn’t sleep a lot that night. She was imagining all the delicious things she could do to you. Not just sexual, even if it was a great part of it. She daydreamed about a little domestic life with you. It looked so perfect in her mind, that she couldn’t wait for her fantasy to come true.

She used to be obsessed with Charles. But the obsession blossoming inside her was way more powerful.

She wanted you. She wanted you to be hers and all hers.

She wanted to have you by her side every second of her existence.

When she saw you leaving the trailer park in the morning, trying to find a job, she frowned. She realised that not knowing where you were going was upsetting her very much.

She needed to find a way to always have an eye on you, no matter where you were or with whom.

Oh boy, she started to imagine you with someone else. And it made her go insane. She would kill whoever was going a little bit too close to you.

You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

When you came back “home” in the middle of the afternoon, she opened her door before you could open yours.

“Hey Y/N” she greeted you with a very seductive smile but you only thought she had a flirty personality and that it didn’t mean she was interested in you.

“Hey Tiff. How are you?” you asked with a gentle smile

“Good, good. Was missing you though. Where did you go this morning?” she asked with a little pout on her lips

You also thought she might be a little bit clingy, but you didn’t mind the attention that much.

“I had a job interview” you explained

“Hope it went well, darl’, you deserve the best” she hummed before opening her door even wider “Wanna come inside for a minute? Have you eaten already? Cause I can fix you something, like a good housewife” she giggled

You arched an eyebrow, before laughing “You are that bored, Tiff, that you want to cook for me?” you chuckled but she waited for your answer with dark eyes “Well, I can’t refuse food but let me cook for you tonight” you finally agreed because you felt you couldn’t say no to the woman.

And because you were hungry too.

She seemed very satisfied with your answer and she let you come inside her home before locking the door behind her.

You started to chat around together.

And days after days, it started to become your routine.

You would go out in the morning to work, and Tiff would wait for you in the evening with a good meal. And you would speak together all night.

More than once she convinced you to sleep at her place, in her bed.

But nothing ever happened because you never caught on her flirtatious comments.

You just thought she was touchy, clingy and very friendly but nothing more.

Tiffany started to wonder if you weren’t interested in her.

Which seemed completely impossible to her, because she was the hottest thing God ever created. You had to want her… You just didn’t know it yet.

During the weekends, Tiffany never let you be on your own. She needed to be with you.

However, you noticed that she was sometimes leaving in the middle of the night, and you believed she was earning money from some traffic or that kind of stuff. But Tiffany was too good to you for you to really care about any of this.

You sometimes tried to ask questions, but she always found excuses to not answer or she would find a way to distract you.

Also, Tiffany wasn’t known for her patience.

She needed what she wanted right away, or she was going even crazier than she already was.

And truth to be told, the fact you hadn’t caught on her attempts to flirt with you for months now was making her go wild.

And the more she thought about the situation, the more she was monitoring all of your gestures, and the more she wanted to lock you up in a basement where she could have you all to herself forever.

She decided to step up her game one afternoon.

It was really sunny that day and a lot of people were chatting around, with not a lot of clothes on.

You were outside, waiting for Tiffany to bring back some drinks she promised you. It was then that a new girl you didn’t know started to talk with you.

She was quite flirtatious with you as well, but as usual you didn’t really read the signs and you simply thought she was friendly with you.

When Tiffany came back and saw that woman all over you, she felt rage burning inside of her. How could people not know you were hers?!

She intervened and very coldly asked the woman to leave, saying that it was a very private and intimate party. The woman obeyed but she gave you one last glance before leaving.

You were so shocked. You had never seen Tiff so upset or pushed someone away so rudely.

“What’s wrong, Tiff?” you asked and she scoffed at you before cupping your face into her palm

“I don’t like whores turning around you, that’s all, love” she replied, her eyes still so dark with anger. Your own eyes widened at her words.

“Tiff, don’t speak like that!” you exclaimed and she let out a little laugher

“Oh yeah, give me orders, I like that” she purred as she moved closer to you. “You know, it’s not the first time I chased away someone who is being a little too friendly with you. I don’t like that. I want you all to myself. I’m a little selfish girl, but I can’t help” she continued but you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked

“I can show you” she hummed as her lips were now almost touching yours.

You started to understand what was going on, but you really weren’t too sure what to do with that information

“Tiff, is that really a good idea?” you asked and she laughed some more, but there was something dark in it

“Com’on, sweet face, come inside my trailer and I’ll take such good care of you that you will never want to leave it ever again. I really would like to be your little housewife. But if you prefer we can lock you up away, I would eagerly kidnap you for you to be all mine” she whispered and you weren’t too sure how to react to that.

You thought she was joking, because Tiffany had always been nothing but adorable and gentle to you; she would never kidnap you.

Right?

You quickly thought for the best answer.

“Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having a little housewife” you finally said and she gave you a bright smile.

She grabbed your hand and guided you to her bed, where she showed you how good she could be to you indeed.

[macabrebatz]

HOW YOU MET THE SLASHERS PT. 2

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm currently moving some of my old fanfiction onto here. These one-shots/drabbles are old (some are far older than others) so some of the writing is very short and in my opinion, not as great as some of my more recent stuff. But I have a soft spot for all of this since I know my younger self was working hard lol. So here’s a mini collection of my old “How You Met” series.

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Otis Driftwood, Tiffany Valentine, Jack Torrance, Pavi Largo, Art the Clown, Billy Lenz, Luigi Largo, Will Graham

Warning/tags: Canon typical violence mentioned, occasional use of (Y/N) (I tried to get rid of some but there's still a few), not beta read

Word count: 6.1k

Brahms Heelshire:

You were hired by the Heelshires to take care of their son. When you arrived at the home you were shocked to find a doll instead of an actual person. You decided to shake off the strangeness of the situation.

You followed every rule. You were getting paid so being in a spooky situation wasn't going to deter you away from a good paycheck.

After a couple of weeks, things started to get more strange. A couple of your t-shirts had gone missing, leftover food disappeared, and you could have sworn you heard footsteps walking on the creaky wooden floor at night.

One night you heard a knock. It was faint but it didn't go unnoticed. You got out of bed and put your ear up to the wall. You could hear shuffling.

"Someone's in the house," you thought to yourself.

You made your way to the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. The door to Brahms's room was closed. You could've sworn you left it open.

Stepping closer to the door, you gently placed your hand on the nob. You turned it quickly, opening the door. And there he was.

A grown man sat on the end of Brahms's bed. He had a mess of black hair on top of his head and his face was covered by what appeared to be a porcelain mask. You squinted your eyes. The mask resembled the face of the doll that you had grown fond of taking care of. No, it can't be.

You stepped back in shock. Fear and confusion clouded your mind. You wanted to run but your legs were frozen.

"Please don't be scared," the man pleaded.

The voice was gentle and soft. Your mouth fell agape.

"Brahms?" you questioned, stuttering his name.

The man nodded his head.

"So...you are alive."

Otis Driftwood:

You lived down the street from the Firefly family for years so you've known Otis early on. As you got older you started to stay over at their house. Baby Firefly was your best friend and she could tell that you had a crush on her brother.

"You know he likes you too," Baby said as you sat behind her, braiding her curly hair.

"I highly doubt that," you mumbled.

Every time you came over, Otis would shut himself in his room. He never seemed to even be remotely interested in you.

You finished Baby's braid and she turned around to face you.

"Don't believe me? Go talk to him," Baby insisted.

"Go talk to him? About what? We've barely ever spoken to each other," you said.

She took you by the hand without saying anything, dragging you upstairs. The two of you busted through Otis' door uninvited. He sat there watching an episode of The Munsters.

"What the fuck are you two doing in here?" he said aggravated.

You turned to leave but Baby caught you by the arm, pulling you back.

"We want to watch TV since there‘s not one downstairs," Baby said, flopping down on Otis' bed.

You stood there, looking down at your feet.

"Gonna stand there all day or are you gonna sit?" Otis asked, peering up at you.

You hesitantly sat down on the bed by Baby.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Baby said, hopping back up from the bed.

Before you could insist on going with her, she was gone, leaving you seated by Otis.

"She's not coming back," Otis mumbled.

"Oh, then I probably should go after her," you said.

"Nope. You're watching TV with me," Otis said.

It sounded like an offer, not just a statement.

You nodded your head and sat watching TV with Otis for the rest of the night.

Tiffany Valentine:

You sat down in one of the last couple of seats in the movie theater. It was late at night, 11:45 to be exact. Every year on Halloween night you found yourself sitting in this theater, patiently waiting to watch the annual midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Most years, you would have had someone come with you. Your friends usually would tag along. But this year you were alone. You didn't exactly mind. The energy of the other Rocky Horror fans made up for it.

You had a small bucket of popcorn sitting in your lap, along with a grab bag full of props. The theater would pass them out since audience participation was always encouraged at the showings. You took a sip from your drink and sat it back down in the cup holder on the seat. Glancing around, you took note of how full the theater was. Almost every seat was filled, besides a few seats here and there. One of those empty seats was right beside you.

"Hi, may I sit there?" a voice asked beside you.

Looking up, you saw a woman with wavy blonde hair. She wore a black leather jacket with a bustier underneath, along with tight black pants.

"Oh, of course," you said.

She sat down beside you.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

"If I would've known the theater was going to be packed I would have left home sooner," she said.

"I got here just in time as well," you said with a chuckle.

"I'm Tiffany, by the way."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. You told her your name and smiled.

After the movie had ended you found yourself walking out of the theater with Tiffany, talking about movies as the two of you made your way to your respective vehicles.

“It was good talking to you,” she said, slipping a small piece of paper in your hand.

You looked down at the tiny note, which had her phone number scribbled on it.

“Give me a call sometime,” she said with a wink.

You watched the blonde saunter away to her car before hastily adding her number to the contacts in your phone.

Jack Torrance:

"Is this seat taken?"

You turned to see a tall man who looked rather scruffy. His eyes were dark and there was some red puffiness around his eyelids.

"Nope," you said, offering him the seat.

The bar was rather empty. Only a few stragglers were inside, including you. You needed a late-night drink. Something to clear your mind. Or fog it up. You just needed to forget.

The man beside you ordered a Scotch and didn't hesitate to drink it down quickly.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

He then ordered another drink. This time he asked the bartender to just leave the bottle. Either he was going through a tough time or he was just an alcoholic.

"I had a bad day. Needed a drink," you said, "What about you?"

The man was silent for a bit as if he was struggling to answer.

"Divorce," he stated simply.

His voice was quieter than before. It seemed as if the divorce was rather fresh. His face dropped a bit and he looked as if he wanted to throw his glass across the bar.

Hesitantly, you patted him on the shoulder. It was a kind gesture. You didn't need to know the details. You could tell that this man was hurting. His outward expression was one of anger, but somewhere deep down you could tell that he was upset.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Don't be. It was a long time coming," he said.

A long time coming. You could say the same thing about your current situation.

You had just cut ties with your ex. A part of you was relieved. The other part of you was enraged that you hadn't ended things sooner. But now it was time to move on to new and better things. And why not start by making a new friend? You took a sip of your drink and then turned in your seat towards the man.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way," you said, sticking out your hand.

"I'm Jack," he said, shaking your hand.

Pavi Largo:

You had known Pavi for a little over a year. You had worked with Amber Sweet before, making her dresses and personalized latex corsets, and she had introduced you to him.

After that, Pavi soon fell in love with your talent and hired you as the entire Largo family's official personal stylist. The last one had to take a personal leave after a violent encounter with Pavi's brother, Luigi. You on the other hand found your job to be much safer than anticipated. You knew beforehand that taking a job working for any member of the Largo family would be a risk. But after a few months passed you started to have fun.

"My sister wants you to make this," Pavi said, entering your workshop.

He opened up a magazine and sat it on your desk, revealing a model in a latex mini dress. You walked over from your workstation and went over to the desk, picking up the magazine.

"She's really getting obsessed with latex and vinyl, isn't she?" you mumbled, taking a closer look at the picture.

For the past two months, almost everything Amber had asked you to make was made from shiny black vinyl, PVC, and leather.

"Almost as obsessed as she is with going under the knife," Pavi laughed.

You glanced up at Pavi, taking a good look at the woman's face he wore as a mask. You squinted your eyes as you noticed the skin was starting to look rather splotchy.

"Pavi, you need a new mask," you said.

"No, I don't," he said, sitting down in a chair in front of your desk.

"I think you do," you insisted.

He simply shrugged and put his legs up, resting his feet on your desk. You sighed as you watched him do so.

"You can go now."

"And why would I do that? It's much more fun in here watching you work," Pavi said.

Pavi had a habit of doing this. He'd come in with a minor request and then find an excuse to stay. It didn't bother you all that much but today was a busy day. You were making two outfits for Amber, a suit for Luigi, and a dress for some guest who would be arriving at Gene-Co for an event.

You didn't have the time to entertain him.

"I have to work, Pavi," you said sternly.

"Take a break. Talk to me," he said, pouting his faux face.

"I don't have time."

"Alright...alright. But may I make another request?"

You rolled your eyes. There was already so much work to be done in such little time.

"Yes," you said.

He stood up and walked over to you. His hand reached up and caressed your face, grazing over your skin.

"Come with me tonight and help me find a new face," he said.

It wasn't much of a request. It was much more of a statement. A demand.

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Consider it a date," he said with a smile.

Art the Clown:

It was the middle of the night on Halloween. You stumbled on your feet as you made your way down the sidewalk. The air was proceeding to get colder as time passed.

You weren't sure what time it was. Your cell phone had died hours ago at the Halloween party you had left.

You couldn't drive home. You were far too intoxicated to do that. Plus, you didn't have a car of your own. Your friend had picked you up before the party. When you went to leave the party there was no sign of her or the car. Figuring that your friend had ditched you for a late-night hookup, you decided to tread back to your house.

Your outfit wasn't providing much warmth either. The clown costume you had picked for the Halloween costume was cute but it was made out of thin fabric. Cursing to yourself, you looked around.

Across the street from you was a pizza restaurant. The open sign still glowed and the lights were on inside.

"I could go for some food," you thought to yourself.

You walked across the street and entered the restaurant. A feeling of warmth cascaded over you as you stepped in.­­­

"Welcome! Great costume! What can I get you?" a man greeted you from behind the counter.

He was heavier set with tan skin and dark hair that was slicked back with styling gel.

You looked over the multiple options of pizza behind the glass of the counter. You ordered a slice of your favorite pizza and sat down at a booth.

As you ate, you heard the bell on the door chime. Glancing up, you noticed a tall figure dressed in a white and black clown suit with an alternating pattern. His face was painted white, and his face was covered in what you assumed to be prosthetics. In his hand, he carried a black bag.

For just a second, you forgot it was Halloween, and a chill ran up your spine. The feeling disappeared quickly as you assumed he was in a similar situation as you. Either going to or coming from a Halloween party.

The stranger sat down at the booth closest to the door without ordering anything.

"May I help you?" the man at the counter asked the clown.

There was no answer; the clown just looked away.

You decided to ignore it and continued to eat your pizza. It was Halloween after all. All types of people were bound to be lurking around.

As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. Goosebumps were forming on your neck. You glanced over to the clown. He was staring at you. Almp began to form in your throat and a part of you couldn't help but stare back. You couldn't tell if you were scared or just annoyed that someone was staring at you while you ate.

You decide to wave at him. A small gesture to break the ice. He smiled back at you.

You turned back to your food and finished your pizza rather quickly. The clown's smile wasn't necessarily a comforting one. You went to get up from your booth and couldn't. A small gasp left your mouth as you looked up. The clown stood in front of you, peering down as he blocked you from exiting. You hadn't even noticed him get up or walk over.

He put up his finger, gesturing for you to hold on. With a few dramatized miming motions, he reached into his bag and slowly pulled out a flower. He held up a singular rose, and you hesitantly took it.

"Um…thank you," you said quietly, smiling a little.

He tipped his hat and walked away, leaving the shop. It wouldn't be the last time you saw the mysterious clown.

Luigi Largo:

The repossession of organs was a regular occurrence in the city. By the year 2052, everyone's body seemed to begin to fail. Organ transplants and regular cosmetic surgery became the norm. Hell, even you had had a few organ transplants yourself to save yourself from an early death.

And with the new way of life, a new set of rules had to be made. Organs were now a rental property. If you didn't pay, they could be repossessed. You understood the rule, and you never missed a payment. Even when you didn't have the money, you still found a way to have the cash by the time payment was due.

You were good at keeping your payments, but you couldn't say the same about other people. When Gene-Co came knocking on your door months ago, you didn't know what to expect. It's not every day that Rotti Largo comes down to talk to civilians. You had seen him and his children on TV. His daughter was around your age. They lived a glamorous life, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were a mess.

Rotti offered you a job that day. He wanted to hire you as an assassin. There were fuzzy details about the current Repo-Man betraying his trust. He mentioned that it was good money and an easy way for you to pay off your organ payments. He even said that the company would give you grace periods to pay. Blah. Blah. Blah. Long story short, he wanted you to be his new "Repo-man".

At the time you weren't fond of the idea. Not many people lived through repossession. It essentially would kill a person each time. Also, really? The company that was paying you would just be getting the money back from you anyway. It didn't make much sense.

But that was months ago.

The past version of you would be absolutely disgusted with the present version of you.

Oh well.

Currently, you had your hand shoved into a man's chest. Normally you would have brought someone like this back to your home. It was much easier to cut the entire chest open to retrieve a heart. But you didn't have time for that right now. You were on the clock.

You had tracked this guy down as quickly as possible once you had realized you were late for drop-off. You had quickly stunned him, causing him to pass out.

And now he would never wake up because you were elbow-deep in his chest. You carefully pulled out the man's heart. You didn't care too much about properly cutting arteries. If Gene-Co didn't care about the condition of the heart then why should you? They just wanted to be able to cross a name off their list.

You placed the heart in a bag and then in your small ice cooler. Looking down at the guy you couldn't help but feel sorry. If only he had kept up with his payments. You started making your way down the streets.

You had on a respirator and tinted goggles. Not only did it help with keeping your identity sealed but it also helped protect you from the ungodly amount of pollution. The air was so thick with smog that it always looked like as if there was a haze of smoke in the air. You hadn't seen the stars in years. Just the cloudy light from the moon.

You remember your mom telling you what it was like when she was your age. She had been born in the early 2000s. She turned 18 around 2020. Your mom had grown up in a rural area, full of green fields and forests full of trees. You could tell that it made her sad.

None of that existed anymore.

Her home had been replaced with parking lots and skyscrapers. By the time she had you, she was 30, and there wasn't much grass left in America. Not many trees either. Most plants were grown in greenhouses now. They wouldn't survive the outside conditions. Now you were in your twenties, and you wished your mom had gotten pregnant sooner. You wished you hadn't had to grow up in a time where Earth had been wiped of nature and replaced with chaos.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you could see the glowing Gene-Co sign from down the street, looming over the city. It felt as if a giant eye was watching over you.

Although you worked for them, you didn't know much about the Largo family. You just knew what you saw on TV and the news. And based on what you heard, the family was nothing short of dysfunctional. You had never met any of them other than the patriarch, Rotti Largo. Your business was usually with Genterns and receptionists, not the Largo family.

You entered Gene-Co, pushing past the big glass doors. The building was an odd combination of a hospital and a business. On some floors, there would be operating rooms and Genterns. On other floors, offices and meeting rooms. You reached the front desk and looked at the blonde Gentern behind it.

God, you hated their uniforms.

The red visors and scrubs that looked like a mini dress bothered you for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that you always got a face full of their rear ends that irked you.

"Delivery," you said behind your mask.

She picked up her desk phone and pressed a couple of buttons.

"The repossession delivery is here," she said to the person on the other end of the line. She nodded her head and hung up the phone.

"You know where to go. They'll buzz you in," she said.

You walked away from the desk and made your way down the hall, entering a back room. It looked like a loading dock but was used for organ storage. And by the looks of it, very poor organ storage. The room wasn't even cold. No wonder people's organs were still useless after surgery.

As you walked past the shelves of unkept organs, you heard a group of voices arguing.

"What the hell?" you thought to yourself.

You knew it couldn't be Genterns arguing. These were two masculine voices.

You turned the corner of shelves and saw two men in suits arguing as Genterns looked on.

"You think you could run this company? Are you mad?"

"The only mad person here is you! God, look at you! You think that fake face looks good on you?"

You then realized who the men were. You recognized them from the news. The Largo brothers.

One had medium-length black hair and wore what appeared to be the face of a woman. The other man's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a chest full of scars. In his hand was a knife. It took you a second to remember their names.

Pavi and Luigi.

"Ahem," you coughed.

Everyone turned to look at you as if you weren't supposed to be there.

"Ah, is this our new Repo-man," Pavi said.

"I've been working for this company for months. I'm not new. Here," you said, handing the heart-filled cooler to the closest Gentern.

"You're new to us," Luigi said, stepping closer as he buttoned up his shirt.

He circled around before stopping right in front of you.

"What's this for?" he said, tapping his knife on your respirator.

"To filter out pollution," you said. Honestly, what type of question was that?

"And these?" he asked, poking at your goggles. His fingerprint smudged the lenses, causing you to have to take them off and clean them.

"I wear them so I don't have to make eye contact with people. Thanks a lot for messing them up," you said, frustrated.

"You're welcome," Luigi said.

He walked away from you, going to stand back by his brother.

"Well, goodbye. I'm sure you have more repossessions to do," Pavi said, smiling.

You stuck out your hand, waiting for the Gentern to pay you.

"What do you want now?" Luigi asked.

"This is the part where a Gentern normally pays me," you said, annoyed.

"Oh, I got you covered this time," Luigi said, walking back over to you. He took out a wad of cash, and you could tell it was way more than your usual pay. You expected him to go through it, but he just sat all of the money in your hand.

"Wait, this is too muc-"

"Keep the change," Luigi said, winking at you.

Billy Lenz:

You slumped onto the couch as you listened to music. It was Christmas break, and the rest of the people in your (fraternity/sorority) had gone home to their families. Only you and a couple of the other members had decided to stay for the holidays. You were left alone in the house while the other members left to go to the bar.

The music played at a low volume and echoed throughout the house. You closed your eyes as you listened to it, droning off as you finally began to relax. The past few weeks had been stressful due to finals, but now all the tests were finally over. It was also the first time you had been alone in months. You could feel the weight of the tension leaving your body. It was a great feeling that you hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't often that you could just sit down and relax.

Just as you began to get comfortable, the house phone rang.

"Damn it," you mumbled to yourself.

You got up and walked into the foyer of the house, picking up the phone with a sigh.

"Hello?" you said. Instead of an answer, you were met with fuzzy garbling.

Strange noises came through the phone. Screams and whispers flooded through the phone.

"Hello?" you said, again, getting more frustrated.

"Billy...." a voice said, drawing out the syllables.

"There's no Billy here. You've got the wrong number?"

"What are you doing, Billy?" the voice whispered with a growl.

"You got the wrong number, man. Goodbye," you said, hanging up the phone.

"What the hell was that?" you thought.

You gritted your teeth as you went to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, you began to pour yourself something to drink. As you did so, you heard a creak upstairs. Your head shot up. You were on edge due to the strange phone call, but you decided to brush off the feeling. The (fraternity/sorority) was old and would sometimes creak in the middle of the night. You were sure that was all it was. Your nerves, plus the old house, were just not getting along.

You went back to the living room and turned up the music in an attempt to get back to your relaxed state. Right before you sat down, the phone rang again. You paused for a second, contemplating whether you should answer it.

You took a deep breath and made your way back into the foyer, picking up the phone slowly and bringing it up to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

This time you could tell your voice was more frustrated. And your frustration got worse as you heard the caller on the other end. Once again, you were met with more grumbles, screams, moans, and whispers.

"Hey, man. I don't know who you are, but stop calling this number!" you said. You slammed the phone back down on the receiver.

Almost on cue, you heard a creak come from upstairs again. This time, you could hear it more clearly. It sounded like the floorboard creaking under the weight of someone's foot.

A shiver ran up your spine as you were suddenly struck with a dreadful feeling of fear.

"Who's there?" you called out. Maybe it was just one of the members of the (fraternity/sorority). Maybe they had come home from the bar while you were in the kitchen.

"Guys, are you home?" you asked. You hadn't moved from the foyer, too scared to even budge. Your eyes were glued to the stairs of the house.

Suddenly the phone rang again, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. You turned away from the stairs and brought your attention back to the phone.

"Look, man. You're really starting to piss me off," you said.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" a familiar voice said on the other side of the line.

It was your mom.

"Jeez, I'm sorry mom. Hi, how are you?" you greeted, taking a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. I could ask the same about you. Why'd you answer the phone like that?" she asked.

"The house has been getting some weird phone calls, and I'm the only one at home right now. I'm just a little scared is all," you explained.

"Have you called the police to see if they can track the number?"

"No, I don't think it's that serious," you answered.

"Well, please be safe. I was just calling to check up on you and tell you we miss you," she said.

"I miss you too. I'll see you guys once spring break rolls around," you said.

"Okay. And (Y/N)...." Your mom trailed off a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Please be safe," she said.

"I will. Bye, Mom. I love you."

You hung up the phone putting it back on the receiver. You turned back to the stares and let out a gasp. Your body was tackled to the ground and suddenly you were struggling to breathe. You looked up and saw a man with brown hair and a dark green sweater.

His hands were around your throat and your breath was becoming more and more restricted. You clawed at his hands and kicked your legs.

After missing a couple of times, your knee hit the man in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip. You then raised your legs, kicking him back with both of your feet. The man fell back, giving you enough time to get back on your feet. You quickly grabbed the heaviest thing around you which just so happened to be a weighted candlestick sitting on the foyer table.

The man stumbled back to his feet. You gripped the candlestick, just waiting for an excuse to use it.

"Who are you?" you asked.

He smirked, and his eyes glanced over at the house phone on the foyer table.

The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. The mysterious caller was in the house standing right in front of you.

"Man, you got a lot of explaining to do."

Will Graham:

You tapped your fingers on the desk while you waited for Jack Crawford. The door to his office had been open, so you were sure he would return soon. On his desk sat a stack of folders and papers.

If you weren't in a professional setting, you might have not resisted the urge to snoop. But alas, this was your work setting, and you had a great level of respect for Jack. Your eyes pried away from the papers and looked elsewhere around the empty office.

Over the past month, you had been hospital-bound after a nearly fatal encounter with an active shooter. You were just a criminal investigator. And all though you had a firearm on you constantly, most of the time you didn't need it. Crime suspects rarely came back to the scene of the crime. But this one did, and he had pulled out his own gun before you had time to react.

You were shot four times and, you were lucky to be alive. After a grueling recovery phase, you thought it was about time you got back to work.

"I expected you to be home, (Y/N)," a voice said from behind you.

You turned around in your seat. Jack stood at the doorway of his office. There was a small smile on his face. You could tell he was happy to see you.

"I got tired resting in bed. I need some excitement, I guess," you said.

He walked into the office and sat down at his desk.

"Are you sure you're up for it? Your leave technically hasn't ended yet. You still have time to recover," he said.

You shook your head.

"I'm done with recovery. I might need some therapy, but other than that, I'm good," you said with a laugh.

"I can recommend you a good therapist," he said. He was partially joking, but he seemed sincere.

"I might have to take you up on that offer," you said, "So what have I missed? Got anything for me, boss?"

Jack's hand made its way to one of the folders on his desk. He slid it across to you.

The front tab was labeled 'Minnesota Shrike/Chesapeake Ripper'. You opened the folder up and started reading.

"We've been called out to Minnesota to investigate a series of murders. All of the victims so far are all teenage girls. As you can see most of them look rather similar," Jack began to explain.

You flipped through the contents of the folder, reading about each victim and examining their photos, mainly the ones that were taken post-mortem.

You wiggled out a picture from underneath a paperclip that had been taken at one of the crime scenes. A girl was sprawled out in the sun in what appeared to be a grassy field. She was nude. Her skin was very pale and had begun to turn greyish-blue. Right underneath her breasts were two apparent puncture wounds. And what was coming out of those wounds made you squint to make sure you weren't seeing things.

She had been impaled with deer antlers.

"What does this have to do with the Chesapeake Ripper?" you asked.

"There may be a possible connection. We have to search every lead," Jack said.

You nodded and continued to look through the folder.

"And what do you want me to do?" you asked.

"One, get ready to go to Minnesota. We just got the call about an hour ago that there's been another murder," Jack said.

"Really? Man, whoever this guy is he's resilient," you said.

"And two, do me a favor and take these down to Will Graham at the Academy."

Jack took the stack of papers and folders and sat them all down in front of you. You closed the folder you were looking at and put it on top.

"Who's Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Your new investigation partner," Jack said.

"Well, I guess I should meet him sooner than later," you said.

"I agree. I'll see you later, (L/N)," Jack said.

You got up from your seat and took the paperwork into your hands. You exited the office and made your way out of the FBI Crime Lab.

Instead of taking your car, you decided to walk to the academy. It was only a couple of minutes away, so the walk would be rather short.

The leaves on the trees had almost all turned dark shades of orange and yellow. Leaves fell on the sidewalk as you walked down the sidewalk. The changing color made you realize just exactly how much time had passed since the shooting. You remembered how the air had felt that day. It wasn't necessarily hot but it was warm. Warm enough to wear all you wanted to wear was a t-shirt and jeans. But now the air was crisp and cool. In a couple of weeks, the temperature would be in the freezing temperatures. Time had changed so quickly.

You approached the front doors of the FBI Academy and entered. You weren't sure where to go. You figured Will was a teacher but Jack hadn't mentioned what he would be teaching. Now that you thought of it, you had no idea what the man would even look like.

You walked down the hallways, peeking into the open doors. You weren't really sure where to even look. You heard faint talking and footsteps down another hall and decided to follow the sounds.

As you turned the corner you saw what you knew to be students based on their uniforms.

"Excuse me, guys. Do you know where I can find Will Graham?" you asked as you approached them.

"Oh, yeah. We just got out of his class. Down this hall, third door on the right," one of the girls said, pointing down the hall.

"Thank you so much," you said.

You walked down the quiet hallway and turned at the open lecture hall. It was a smaller class with a large projector. You saw who you assumed was Will Graham facing towards the projector, looking up and examining it.

You looked up and paused. It was the same picture from earlier. The girl was impaled by deer antlers.

"In all of my years as an agent, I've never seen anything quite like that," you said aloud.

The man jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice and turned around. He had wavy brown hair that cascaded around his head. His face dawned a good bit of short whiskers and he wore dark glasses that rested on his nose.

"Neither have I," he said, "May I help you?"

"Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Yes, and you are?"

"(Y/N) (L/N), Jack Crawford sent me," you said. You walked over to him and offered him a handshake, which he took without hesitation.

"Jack sent you. So you're not a student?" he asked.

"No, I'm an agent. I've been out on medical leave, but I just got back," you explained.

You handed him the pack of paperwork. He took it in his hands and sat it down.

"Welcome back," he said.

"Thank you."

"So what are your thoughts on...all of this?" Will questioned, gesturing up to the projector.

"I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll come up with a better opinion in a couple of hours. I'm coming with you and Jack to Minnesota," you said.

"Oh, you're going with us?" Will said.

"Mhm, it's time for me to get back out there in the field. I'm glad I won't have to do it alone. According to Jack, it sounds like we're partners now," you said.

"I guess so," he said with a small smile.

[ladypups]

Slasher’s reaction to their S/O being Goth🦇 || Slashers x fem! reader

꒰ ୨୧ Slashers include: Charles Lee Ray/Chucky, Tiffany Valentine, Freddy Krueger, Amanda Young

꒰ ୨୧ Warnings: hints of nsfw, no smut

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Charles Lee Ray/Chucky: He absolutely loves you being goth, I mean adores it. He loves your style and the way you dress, he just doesn’t fully admit it. He hints at it, but never fully says it. He loves how mysterious you are, but also how gentle you are. When you guys first started dating, he would stay at your apartment a lot to hide from the cops. When he saw your apartment for the first time, he was intrigued. You being goth resulted in more affection and persuasion. If you have piercings (especially on your face/lips) he loves to feel them when you two make out. If you have long nails, he loves when they claw into his skin.

Tiffany Valentine: Very similar to Chucky, she just admits that she likes you being goth. You two love to share clothes and she loves seeing you in her outfits. She loves when you wear chokers, especially ones with spikes. If you have an interest in dolls, she is attracted to you even more. She loves to put makeup on you, and she’s let you pierce her a couple times. When you two first started going on dates, instead of her picking you up, or the other way around, she’d love to prep you and do your hair. She shows her love to you through actions. She loves you so much I can’t even explain it.

Freddy Krueger: You were walking through the halls of the boiler room when you first met. He appeared behind you and took a liking to your appearance. He liked your messy hair in that ponytail, he liked your piercings, your smeared makeup you forgot to take off the night prior, he immediately found a liking to you. He couldn’t kill you. One of his knives played with the bottom hem of your crop top.(imagine you’re wearing a crop top with a skull on it, and skull pajama pants) When you two officially started dating, he would get you little things he know you liked. He would either put them in the room he made for the two of you, or let you take them to the real world.

Amanda Young: You might’ve fell first, but she fell 10x HARDER. She loves to make things for you, it’s her love language. She’s made traps named after you, she’s made gifts for you. When she first made the pig mask, she let you put makeup and piercings on it. Actually for the robe she used some of your old clothes and sewed them together to make the robe. She’s just so adorable. She loves feeling your piercings when you kiss/touch her. She’s just a little hopeless romantic.

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tysm for reading! This is my first real Drabble and I think it turned out really well! If anyone wants to suggest anything feel free too!

[ghostfaceprincess]

Here’s Some General Head Cans. About Them:

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TW: Mention of NSFW themes and language.

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Michael Myers:

• Does eventually take his mask off around you and it’s actually the sweetest moment ever. He does it slowly and hesitantly, and then gives the smallest blush when you first see him.

• Actually does let you do his hair. Wash it, comb it, detangle it, etc.

• Likes it when you cook for him. He’ll sit in the kitchen and watch you do it, because he genuinely enjoys it.

• He’ll do all the yard work. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he’ll do it, especially when you ask him to. He likes when you ask, it makes him feel needed.

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Freddy Krueger:

• Goes into your dreams constantly just to mess with you. He finds it funny to play pranks on you and scare you, just a little bit, at times.

• Actually really enjoys to cuddle you, especially in bed. Turn the fan on, with silk sheets; ooo, he loves it.

• 100% uses his glove as an eating utensil as well. You can’t stop him.

• If you’re having a nightmare, he’ll come in and make it better. 🥺

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Jason Voorhees:

• Brings you little cute baby animals, like bunnies and birds he finds that have been abandoned.

• Teaches you how to fish in the lake.

• Likes helping you do the dishes because you two can jam out to music.

• Let’s you completely decorate the cabin you two live in.

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Billy Loomis:

• Still sneaks into your window to this day, just because it’s fun.

• Enjoys shower sex. 🥵

• Absolutely adores your pet and is always hanging out with them.

• Is the type to suggest making pizzas from scratch together for dinner.

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Stu Macher:

• Uses the word “shit” in every other sentence somehow.

• Has fairy lights in his room that change color so you cause can have the best, coziest movie nights.

• Enjoys to send you Instagram reels while he’s taking a shit in the bathroom. You can even hear him laugh through the wall at some of them as he watches. (Aka, my own bf 💀)

• Is always laying his head in your lap every chance he gets.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• Is always cleaning his gun in front of you, as he hums to himself.

• Does in fact let you do face masks on him, and occasionally paint his nails.

• Is always walking around the house in his underwear.

• Literally wants Swedish meatballs every other night.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• Reads Tarot for you every year on your birthday and every year on New Year’s Day.

• Paints your nails to match hers. She’s got purple acrylics? She’s painting your nails purple to match!

• Cooks for you literally every night.

• Always begging you to watch a classic horror with her; it’s a nightly thing.

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Always bringing you flowers, little cute bugs, etc.

• Loves to cook for you, and also loves to help you cook. Same thing with the dishes!

• Loves to lay his head in your lap, he gets overly happy about it.

• Likes when you give him compliments. He’ll give you a kiss in return for each compliment you give him.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Likes to sleep in with you, curled up as he wears just his sweatpants and no shirt.

• Makes the best meals for you, with tons of flavor.

• Enjoys napping with you, he could nap any time of the day.

• Likes when you show him new movies. He’s gonna hyper focus on any new one you show him.

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Art the Clown:

• With him, you have personal protection 24/7.

• He’s always making you laugh and smile, any chance he gets, no matter where you guys are.

• Any time he paints your nails, he paints an A on both of your ring finger nails.

• Speaking of painting, he enjoys painting with you as well as painting you! There’s tons of paintings of you hanging in the house!

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The Creeper:

• Flying together is a nightly tradition.

• Does not like if people stare at you and will take their eyes because of it.

• Is always wanting you to sing to him, he doesn’t care how you sound, he loves it!

• Does let you braid the little hair he has.

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Thanks for reading! 🦇🖤

[starryd0ll]

𝐑𝐔𝐍_𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒.𝐄𝐗𝐄

_𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒_ : i know my posting schedule has been totally fucked lately so i decided to release my plans for upcoming fics and what’s currently in the drafts rn!

_𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎_: this is a list of upcoming fics, headcanons, and ask answers! once they are posted they will be linked to this post. any fics that have been scraped will be crossed out! if you’d like for those fics to be continued please tell me in my inbox! also they more than likely won’t be released in this specific order!

𝐑𝐔𝐍_𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.𝐓𝐗𝐓

_𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒_

File_1. Dry Humping w/ Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, Habit & Eyeless Jack ; 18+

File_2. Knifeplay w/ Habit ; 18+ [Requested]

File_3. Bitchy!reader w/ Jennifer Check & Ginger Fitzgerald [Requested]

File_4. Bubbly!reader w/ Amber Freeman, Tiffany Valentine, Jennifer Check & Maxine Minx [Requested]

File_5. Poly!Ghostface x Jennifer Check x Ginger Fitzgerald x Reader

File_5. Living in the Horror House w/ everyone

_𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒_

File_1. Habit x Kidnapped!reader ; primal kink, prey/predator dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_2. Older!Tiffany Valentine x Young!reader ; dub con, age gap dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_3. Sub!Herbert West x Dom!reader ; bondage, dom/sub dynamics, 18+ [Requested]

File_4.Jennifer Check x afab!reader ; grinding, 18+ [Requested]

_𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒_

File_1. Obsessed!reader x Chucky ; masturbation, doll fucking, 18+

File_2. StepBro!Ethan Landry x StepSis!reader ; stepcest, 18+

[slashingdisneypasta]

Incorrect Quote

*After a kiss between Y/N and a (male) Slasher in the Horror House*

Y/N: He- he just like- grabbed me?

Jennifer, trying to gage whether she should be buying knives or not: Uhuh...

Y/N: And he- he took me-

Tiffany, eyes closed imagining it (Already knows Y/N's into it): Mhm, yeah..

Y/N: And he was there- and I was there-

Jennifer: Yes?...

Y/N: It was firm?? B-But tender??

Tiffany: Oh! So, it was good, huh?~

Y/N, frazzled: No! I mean- well, I saw through space and time for a minute there but THATS NOT THE POINT, I SHOULDNT HAVE DONE IT!-

[lucycore]

Chucky x reader [Maybe I was wrong...]

I'm going freestyle for that one..Probably no smut and no trigger warnings.

Also I'm writing for the human form of Chucky so Charles lee ray and cuz I love vintage it will be around December 1988.

(Fem!reader)

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You were one of Tiffs sisters. The edgy middle child rocker. U were in a crappie band that didn't have enough money to do shit. Annoyed with your life u also were annoyed by Tiff and her fucking personality.

You thought of her as a dumb teenager. What adult ass woman truly believes that a fucked up psycho is going to love her? Psychos have no feelings for anyone, they're just using you for their sake and dumb bitches like your sister fall for it.

God her stupidity made you mad.

After rehearsal with your shitty ass band that took 1000 tries to remember one riff, you had to go for a cigarette.

"God annoying fuckssss!" You thought.

It was already 11pm. It was already super dark and a little windy which you LOVED.

You only had black leather pants and a Black sabbath tank top on but your synthetic leather jacket kept you warm.

You walked over to your favorite place to chill which was on the roof of the rehearsal building. From up there you had the perfect view over the city.

You lit your cigarette and let the wind blow through your hair while your eyes were closed. You really needed that silence after the loud rehearsal.

"Fuck what is it this time? Can't the world just shut up for a second?!" You thought in your mind and opened your eyes to some loud noises from under you.

You saw charles and his companion making some mayhem. You rolled your eyes and continued smoking your cigarette.

After a while you heard some noises on the building. As if someone is trying to climb up on the roof.

You didn't bother to check what it was so you just let fate do it's thing. Your layed your head back and shook your head a little.

"It's bad time for little girls like you." You heard charles say and rolled your now open eyes.

"Fuck off." You said and threw your cigarette away.

He sat next to you.

"Rehearsal didn't do according to plan?"

"Since when do you care about it?" You replied annoyed.

He smiled a little.

"Just asked. No need to get pissed at me."

You turned your head away. You didn't like him. He was a psycho and sick and just cared for himself. You couldn't understand what your sis saw in him but that's her nature. You stroke with your hand over your arm.

"So why did you decide to come up here?"

"I saw you here alone, how could I miss such an opportunity."

You turned your head to him in disbelief.

"Just kidding, don't get fucking mad woman."

You smirked annoyed. "He is a maniac.." You thought.

"So?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and came closer looking at you.

He continued speaking: "The night is so romantic, yet so dangerous...Isn't it right y/n?"

"What do you mean ?" You looked into his eyes.

He had something charming in him but you just didn't want to admit it. You didn't want to be like your sister. The thought disgusted you but for some reason Charles was growing on you.

"Simply that little ladies need to be more careful or need someone to protect them."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but I can protect myself." You stood up and were about to leave but Charles stopped you, holding your waist.

You looked up into his eyes almost in disbelief cuz why tf is he touching you?

"Excuse u?" You said almost pissed.

"I see big potential to kill in you. You're rebellious which I like." He smirked

It didn't surprise or disturb you to hear your potential and being sick in the head yourself you kinda liked it. You took it as an compliment and blushed while smiling and leading your eyes down.

"So? Next monday at night? Slashing date?"

"And what about my sister?"

"Fuck her! You're better anyway." Charles said and left.

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The night in front of the toy store were charles was killed, was the night u guys had that "date" later u used the voodoo spell to turn him into a doll.

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Can we talk about this? Why are pictures liek this so aestheticly pleasing, I saw a bunch of these on my Pinterest and was like nah I gotta do it too. I don't regret it.

If you want to use this picture for a fan fiction cover or smth please ask or credit me. 🫡

[g0thic-ghost]

Slashers ! With a plus-size S/O.

A/N: Hello! I’m back, after months due to my work life; apart from that, I wanted to make a comeback with a new writing in hand. Also, this writing has a reader with a non-aimed gender, so perceive it how you’d like.

Characters being ‘used’: Bubba Sawyer and Tiffany Valentine.  Warning ⚠️ : Not proof read

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer 

Bubba was always fond of your figure ; He admired the softness of your skin, enjoying the feeling of his hands squishing on the bumps of your skin. You would catch him constantly touching up on your stomach, waist, hips, and anything his hands could cup.

He believed that your figure was the embodiment of beauty. He didn’t see any part of you to be flaw, just a perfection sculpted right onto you.

If you were ever able to complain about how you look, he instantly disagrees with your comments. Squealing and whining his opinion on the subject ; In the end, he ends up winning with you in his arms, feeling as his hands rub you gently with reassurance.

Bubba likes that he can share one aspect of himself with you ; He himself being chubby, makes him comfortable with you also being chubby. So, he’s happy to be able to relate to you.

Bubba always makes an effort to satisfy your food cravings, when you have them. Whenever you make a comment on something being good, expect to be showered in that exact item for weeks. 

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany finds your figure absolutely stunning ; She constantly showers you with compliments, always making sure that when she crosses your path she gives you a loving comment.

Tiffany loves to give you gifts. Most of them consisting of dresses/suits, shoes, beautiful gem jewelry and so much more ; She’s a big fan of the catwalks you do when you’re showing her how you look in certain clothing. 

Tiffany is never ashamed of being overly touchy, she tends to always have her hands on you. Either running her hands through your hair, or squishing at your cheeks. She finds the face you make to be adorable

Absolutely loves cuddling ; She’s always the first one to recommend it, she tends to always pry at you. Not wanting to let go as she finds the feeling calming and relaxing.

Early on, she finds out that you’re a big fan of sweets; So she always makes her efforts to make some baked goods, even if they sometimes do come out with imperfections.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters with an s/o in a band head canons

Sorry for barely posting. I say this every time I post but I've been very busy lately with a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to find time to write time for y'all. So for these head canons I'm just putting a blanket statement of the reader is in a rock band. Also I'm looking into writing for fem readers as I explore my own gender identity. But reader's gender isn't specified in this.

Includes: Corey Cunningham, Tiffany Valentine, Amanda Young, Billy Loomis, and Martin Mathias

Content includes: Possessive behavior, murder mentions, implied murder, mentions of saw traps in Amanda's section, brief 'stalking' mentions, not proof read

Corey Cunningham

Pre-Michael he's going to feel a little awkward going into a show that you're playing at. If you play something like shoe gaze or some kind of softer rock music he won't feel as awkward going into to see you preform but if you play harder rock or even metal he's going to feel very out of place.

Pre-Michael Corey would also try his hardest to learn about whatever instrument you play for the band or if you sing he'll try his best to learn about singing and the best way to do it without hurting your vocal cords. He'll do his research on what you do because he wants to be the best supportive boyfriend he can be.

Pre-Michael Corey won't really get jealous of people cheering you on or being supportive of your music. He understands that they just enjoy your music and they want to show their support for you. After all, he's the one who gets to go back stage with you and to all the practices. He's really the lucky one.

Post Michael however is a different story. Now he's more open to whatever music you play. Even if it's harder music like metal or some kind of hard/alternative rock he's down for it. I wouldn't say he'd get in a mosh pit or anything like that anytime soon.

When he's post Michael he'll still keep knowledge about whatever instrument you play or how to take care of you if you sing. He'll become a little obsessive about it, going with you to every band practice or he'll watch you from somewhere else while you practice. Same goes for when you're at home. If you don't want him there you won't know that he's there.

Post Michael Corey is also a little more protective when it comes to your fans. Now he knows that you won't have that many fans that push boundaries with you, but any that try to push boundaries with you on this are going to pay the price.

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany (in my opinion) is a gothic rock, post punk, dark wave, other goth music genres kind of girl. So if you play any of those kinds of music genres she's more than happy to go to one of your shows and support you there.

She will happily tell anyone listening that her lovely s/o is in the band playing on stage and that you're super talented, and it doesn't matter if they care about it or not, she's proud of you and she cares.

She might not know much about music but I can promise you that she's going to try her best to help you with practicing whatever instrument you play or whatever you need help with that's music related.

If you want her to go to your band practices with you she's all for that. She's happy to sit in and listen to whatever you're working on, it's not like she's going to tell anyone what you're doing, she'd never do you dirty like that.

She WILL be dressing up for all of your shows. It doesn't matter how big or small they are she needs to represent you and how well you treat her. She also just really likes getting dressed up to go out and this is an excuse to do that.

If you have band merch she will also wear it. Even if it's just some shirt with your band name or logo on it then she'll wear it while she sleeps or some other time. She prefers more feminine clothes so she might go as far as to paint on your band name and or logo onto some old dress she has just for fun.

Amanda Young

Amanda is a metalhead plain and simple. She likes harder music and if you play harder music she'll be happy to go to your show. If you play slower music, she hopes you won't take offense, but she might not go to all of your shows.

She might not go to all of your shows anyway because she's busy with her jigsaw work but she'll try to see at least a couple of your shows every time you have some.

I feel like if you're stuck on lyrics or where to go with a song she'll be there to help you with it. She might not be the most knowledgeable on music but she's going to try her best to help you get out of that rut.

If you need a song name she'll suggest something based off a trap she's made or just a trap in general. "What about 'knob twister'?" "What about Venus Fly Trap?" But she'll be more subtle with it if you're unaware of her being a jigsaw apprentice.

She won't take any of the other apprentices to your shows, she'll honestly keep you pretty separate from her 'work life' outside of telling John about you. If any of them somehow find out about you and your band she will get very defensive of you and she will swear if Hoffman ever goes to one of your shows she's going to put him in a reverse bear trap.

She won't get super jealous of fans of your music unless they start pushing boundaries. She gets people being fans of your work and wanting to meet you and stuff, but if they end up getting a little too far 'into' your music she may or may not put them in a trap.

Billy Loomis

It's the 90's and just like look at him, he's probably going to be into that slower, more shoegaze kind of stuff, he's the og male manipulator in more ways than one.

He'll try to be open to the kind of music that you play but if it doesn't interest him he probably won't be going to every single one of your shows. He'll make up excuses about having to do stuff for school and whatever.

But don't get it twisted, if anyone tries to make fun of you for the kind of music you play they're gonna meet ghostface real soon. Just because he might not be into your music it doesn't mean that other people are allowed to be mean to you about it.

This also applies to fans of your band who try and get a little too close to you for Billy's comfort. He understands that you're going to have fans of your music but that doesn't mean people are going to just get away with being obsessed with you, that's his job god damn it!

But if he's being as possessive as he usually is he'll have Stu go to one of your shows for him just to check things out and make sure nothing bad is happening there. He doesn't think you're going to cheat on him, he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other guys, unless it's Stu.

He'll play down how much he really does care about your music. He tries to keep up this kind of 'whatever' 'cool guy' persona but he really does care about your music and he might stalk you a little bit and just watch you at your band practices for fun.

[peakhumanbehavior]

Comfort

Tiffany Valentine x Reader

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Warnings: Kidnapping (Doesn't happen in story but has happened) Nsfw! (I suck at writing these so bare with me)

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You lay on your bed unable to move because of the restraints. Just as you're about to fall asleep you hear a sound, a very familiar one

*Click* *Click *Click *CLICK*

It stops right outside your door. You try to focus on what's going on outside but are interrupted when the door swings open. Reveling a very drunk-looking Tiffany, wearing nothing but an expensive set of underwear and her iconic red heels

This wasn't new to you, for some hot woman to come stumbling into your room looking for someone to sleep with. She did this almost every night, it was her way of thanking you for 'being such a good doll for her'

She promptly closed the door behind her and walked over to you, trailing her fingers over every inch of your body she could touch that wasn't covered by the pesky fabric underwear you were wearing

She huffed when she tried to touch you, only to be met with the same fabric she hates oh so much. Why did she even let you wear underwear? It wasn't like it ever stayed on for long

She made way with your underwear, throwing them off and away from you and viciously attacking your body with kisses and bites. Not caring about going slow tonight

Her hand came up and trailed your thighs, going closer and closer to the spot you wanted her to go near but she avoided it every time. She did love messing with you

She carefully climbed on top of you, straddling your stomach. You both shivered from the contact

She gasped as she started moving up and down, gradually getting faster and rougher. She was a woman who always knew what she wanted and she always got it. No matter how it affected others

Do you want to be touched? Oh well, she's not in the mood for it

"Mhm~ Fuck~" She moaned, going as fast as she possibly could

You felt her tense up on top of you, she was close. With a final thrust, she came, waves of cum gushed out of her and spilled onto you

She laid down on top of you, before kissing you.

"I needed that" She breathlessly spoke, after finally regaining her composure

She carefully traced your chest before pulling the cover over the two of you

"I love you" She whispered before she broke down crying, oh how you wish you could say it back but the little voice in the back of your head reminded you that this was just a small moment of humanity she had before she went back to the crazy murderess woman she was

Sometimes you wished you could experience this side of her more but it was only confined to the safety of this room. Maybe one day you'll be able to roam the hallways and act like a truly happy family but the only thing you could do now was comfort her when she needed you

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[loveandmurders]

Headcanon of Tiffany Valentine Falling in Love with a Childhood Friend Who Unlike Chucky Is an Awesome Guy and All Women Like Him How Would She Deal With This Infatuation and the Fact that He's Married?

Hello there, thank you so much for this request! This is actually my first male reader fic so I really hope it'll be alright <3

Enjoy <3

IN LOVE WITH THE MARRIED GUY

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, mentions of murders and violence, toxic relationships, mentions of sexual themes, manipulative, dark and violent Tiffany, angst.

Tiffany had always known you, since kindergarten, and she had always kept you in a corner of her mind. 

The kindness you showed her gave her comforting memories for when her life was shitty and for when she felt unloved and alone.

She hadn’t known tenderness and softness a lot in her life, so the thought you had been there for her at some point, made her feel better. 

And a little bit sad she wasn’t currently in your arms. Even when she was in Charles’.

But you weren’t in the same world anymore. She was in a dark one in which she killed to survive and for fun, when you were in a more normal one.

You used to be such good friends when you were children, but as you grew up you took different paths and your relationship got a little more distant.

When Charles was around, he forbade her to keep calling you. 

He was jealous.

He didn’t like how you could always make her laugh and smile. He didn’t like how happy she seemed when she was with you. He was a possessive man and more than once he thought about killing you.

Because of that, she lost track of you. She didn’t want Charles to do anything to you, so she did her best to protect you.

You moved in with your wife somewhere else you used to and you changed your phone number through the years she spent away from you as well. 

She didn’t know where to find you anymore. And you didn’t know what she had become either.

You sometimes thought about her and you hoped she was doing well, because you believed she deserved a lot better than what she had.

When Charles disappeared from her life, she felt how empty it was without you. It was like a hole in her chest. 

She thought a lot about you. Daydreaming of you in her bath, sometimes touching herself as well. She was idealising and fantasising you.

You were the perfect man for her.

But she had no idea how to find you and get you back in her life.

One day, fate seemed to be on her side, for once. 

She was in the street, looking at the shop windows. She couldn’t really buy anything but she still enjoyed having a look at all the goods in the city.

It was when she saw you. You were getting out of another store.

She thought she was dreaming. She couldn’t stop herself from walking to you and greeting you with a little wink and happy smile.

You recognised her right away and you brightly smiled back at her. You started to chat together in the middle of the street.

She flirted a little with you, testing the water. But you didn’t seem to notice it, or if you did, you never answered it.

She saw the ring around your finger. 

“Oh yes, I got married three years ago. We bought a house too. I guess I’m having a quiet little life now, but I like it and I love my wife, so everything is alright. What about you? Are you still with… hmm Charles, right?”

She felt like her world crumbled down. Of course a great guy like you got married.

“I always thought you’d left this town to have adventures.” she gently teased, not answering about Charles. She wanted to forget about him.

“Oh well yeah, adventures are good for kids. We enjoy to travel with my wife, but I won’t do anything too stupid anymore” you smiled

Tiffany was heartbroken but she couldn’t show it to you. 

She hated how things had changed while you were apart from each other. She hated all the time she lost with you. She hated that you had a wife.

But she was more than determined to change that. She wanted to be part of your life once again.

You exchanged your numbers and you started to spend time together once again.

She met your wife and she seemed very nice to her, no matter how deep down she hated her with everything she had. She wasn’t too sure how she was going to do it, but she was going to kill her.

Tiffany was certain that when your wife would be out of the picture, she could very easily seduce you. After all, you were soulmates, she thought. And she was obsessed with you.

You had never had a romantic or sexual relationship with her before, you were just very close friends.

But now she wanted more, she wanted you all to herself. She wanted something good in her life for once, and you were definitively it.

You were handsome, kind and smart. You apparently liked to be married, and she would be more than happy to be your new wife.

You just didn’t know it yet.

However, your wife noticed that Tiffany seemed very intense with you and it was worrying her a little bit, even though she wasn’t worried you would cheat on her because you weren’t like that.

You were a good husband to her.

But you absolutely didn’t understand when your wife was thinking Tiffany could be a menace to your marriage. Tiffany was so adorable to you and you remembered the bright little girl she used to be. You just thought she had a hard life, but it didn’t make her a bad person.

Of course, you had no idea about all the murders and dark rituals.

What needed to happen, happened.

Your wife died.

Tiffany was smart and you never suspected her. How could you when she was so supportive of you?

She helped you with the funerals and with everything, always by your side with gentle words to comfort you.

She even started to sleep in your spare bedroom so you didn’t stay on your own.

She didn’t like to see you that upset and she was worried you would do something stupid if you stayed alone… Like meeting another woman.

She spent months manipulating you and being all soft and cute with you, taking care of you like a sister, a mother, a… lover.

You had drunk a little the night you first had sex with her.

You were still quite depressed about what happened to your wife. But you also needed comfort and it was difficult to resist a woman like Tiffany, so hot and so caring when she wanted to be.

The moment she ended up in your bed, she thought she had won.

The next morning, you tried to explain to her that it was a terrible mistake, that you just lost your wife and that you couldn’t be that kind of man.

You told her you loved her but not like that.

But it was too late.

You were hers now. And she was going to make sure you would never forget about it.

Even if it meant keeping you locked up in the house basement and to break you until you would realise how much you were meant to each other.

Until, you would finally propose to her, so you could live happily ever after.

[macabrebatz]

What the Slashers Get You For Valentine’s Day 💕

Author's Note: Here’s a small little Valentine’s Day gift for you guys. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings/notes: None, just fluff

Type: Headcanons

Slashers: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Tiffany Valentine, Art the Clown, Thomas Hewitt, and Harry Warden

Jason Voorhees

• Jason gets you flowers from near the lake.

• He never really cared about holidays like Valentine's Day until you came around.

• He picks enough to make a small bouquet, making sure he gets the best flowers he can find.

• He's not really great at presenting gifts though. He just kind of awkwardly hands them to you.

Michael Myers:

• Nothing.

• Because he's a dick.

• I'm joking, I'm joking....or am I?

• In all seriousness, he really might not get you anything.

• I feel like it will take a lengthy relationship for him to even consider it.

• If he does get you something it'll probably be an assortment of candy.

Tiffany Valentine:

• Tiffany goes all out for Valentine's Day.

• You're getting the works. Cupcakes, candy, roses, pampering, etc.

• She'll be up early getting ready, I guarantee it.

• Someone stop her, she's been baking since 6:00 am.

Art the Clown:

• He'll give you something that's probably evidence of a crime.

• Gift boxes aren't supposed to be leaking, I'm just saying.

• I'm not sure you should accept any presents from him.

• I wouldn't trust anything he cooks either. Not a single thing.

Thomas Hewitt:

• Thomas would probably enlist the help of Luda Mae when it comes to Valentine's Day.

• With her help, he he cooks you a cake that's your favorite flavor.

• There's really no stores for Thomas to go to so handmade items are his forte.

• He'll also give you flowers if he can find them.

Harry Warden:

• Harry is very cheesy when it comes to Valentine's Day.

• Expect hand written love notes and a card.

• He'll also throw in box of chocolates. The holiday isn't complete without chocolate.

• He's totally going to steal your chocolate by the way.

[slasherfckr]

˜”*°•.˜”*°•𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢•°*”˜.•°*”˜

Hello 👋

Before I start posting imagines, headcanons, requests and more.... I've got a few rules I should mention. So PLEASE PLEASE read until the end 🙏🥺

First are the characters I write for:

Michael Myers (78 or RZ)

Jason Voorhees (specifically Part 2/3 Jason)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Bubba Sawyer (OG TCM)

Thomas Hewitt (2003 TCM remake)

The Grabber (Black Phone AU where he didn't kidnap and kill kids. Only adults)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Child's Play movies series/Chucky TV series)

Tiffany Valentine (Chucky TV series)

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

I'll add more as I catch up on other slasher franchises I haven't seen yet such as Scream for example 😉

Secondly, here are topics I will NOT write for or even allude to:

Incest

Rape

Pedophilia

Animal Abuse (yes this includes any kind of sexual acts with animals)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism of ANY kind

Basically any nasty kind of topic similar to any of the above

So if your request is for any of the slashers I mentioned and doesn't have anything to do with the topics I refuse to do, go ahead and send me an ask! Smut or fluff, I'll write!

**IMPORTANT**

I typically write for a female reader unless specifically requested for Gender Neutral. I'm not comfortable writing for male just yet but I'll occasionally do a male!reader x slasher so I can get more comfortable with it 😁

[ghostfaceprincess]

How They Would React If You Fell Asleep On Them (First Time):

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TW: Language.

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Michael Myers:

• Uh… what do I-

• Maybe if I just… *lays on his back and pulls you onto his chest*

• Rubbing your back.

• Thinking to himself how small you still are compared to him.

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Freddy Krueger:

• “Should I… go into their dream and be an as- no, no, no, Freddy, no!”

• Turns you so he can spoon you.

• Humming softly to you.

• Can’t help but wonder about your dream.

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Jason Voorhees:

• NO ONE MAKE ANY NOISE ITS FINALLY HAPPENING

• Is very pleased to cuddle you and hold you.

• Will 100% hold your hand.

• Will eventually fall alseep holding your hand. (Y’all- my bf and I do this sometimes and I love it sm 🥰 I’m down so bad for my lil pook 😤)

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Billy Loomis:

• If anyone makes any noise, he’s throwing a book at them; just happens to have a thick ass horror book next to his couch where you’re both laying.

• Hissing at Stu to be quiet when he walks in.

• Trying to make sure you’re warm.

• Can’t help but play with your hair/rub your head.

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Stu Macher:

• Happily waves at Billy as he walks in and then points down at you, who is on his chest, as he smiles very happily.

• Rubbing your back gently and tracing shapes.

• Can’t help but wonder if he should order a pizza for when you wake up.

• Using his free hand to flick through movies.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• Ah… and great, now his arm is asleep.

• But you look so peaceful, he doesn’t wanna move.

• Will suffer a tingly arm, just for you.

• Is wishing he could reach the TV remote though.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• O M G, she was head over heels!

• Snuggling you close and even rocking you.

• Singing softly and sweetly to you.

• She never wants the moment to end.

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Smiling happily as he holds you on his chest.

• Is trying not to breathe too heavy but y’know… flesh mask.

• Will play with your hair/rub your head.

• Making sure you aren’t too hot or too cold.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Everyone better be quiet and he means that.

• He doesn’t want anyone or anything to disturb you.

• Rocking you in his strong arms.

• Will you be hungry when you wake up?

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Art the Clown:

• Are you… are you serious?

• Slowly smiles sweetly to himself, his eyes changing in a soft way for a split second, as he rubs your back.

• Really hoping nothing wakes you up.

• He’s enjoying your weight on him, it’s soothing.

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The Creeper:

• Oh god, he fucking loves it!

• Rocking you and humming to you.

• Kissing your head.

• He feels… good, for once.

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Thanks for reading! Send in requests! 🖤

[yandereloveraw]

This scene in Seed of Chucky with Y/N and Archie as Chiffany, and their daughter Ash as Glen/Glenda.