#tiffany valentine x you

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Apologies to whoever requested this. I deleted your ask by accident and don't remember your @ :'|

Nica Pierce, Tiffany Valentine, and Charles Lee Ray comforting their s/o after a nightmare/being comforted after a nightmare.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: Implied murder

Masterlist here!

Nica Pierce

You try to keep quiet. You don't want to wake Nica.

You try to calm yourself down. You feel like you're overreacting.

You try to scrub the dream from your brain. You have little success.

Nica begins to stir beside you. "Hey... you alright?" she murmurs, her brows pressing together in concern.

You're quiet for a moment and in the end, simply shake your head no.

"Bad dream?" Nica gives your forearm a comforting squeeze.

"Yeah... Really bad."

Her other arm slowly reaches for you, giving you enough time to pull away if you want space. If you don't, you'll find yourself in her hold, your face nestled in the crook of her neck.

She rubs your back soothingly. "...Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..."

A kiss is pressed against your head. Nica simply continues to hold you.

She often doesn't remember her own dreams after she wakes up. And if she does, it's usually one of the shitty ones.

Her eyes are wet. It takes her a moment to process where she is and what's going on, that you're beside her.

Nica spends a solid minute silently debating whether she wants to wake you up and bother you.

Finally, she calls your name.

She very bluntly tells you what she just dreamt about the moment you're awake. That's all the talking she does before she's grabbing for you.

You wipe the tears from her face.

She rests her chin on your shoulder and takes in your scent.

Please run your fingers through her curls.

Please hold her really, really tightly.

Tiffany Valentine

It's the dead of night when you jolt upright in bed, breathing hard.

In her half-awake state, the first two thoughts that immediately enter Tiffany's head are "What's got you so upset?" and "Who's throat does she need to slit?"

It's only once her nail file is at the ready and the light is on that she realizes what's going on.

Tiffany returns the same energy she gets from others. If you'd comfort her, she's gonna comfort you.

"Oh, sweetface..." She frowns.

God, seeing you upset is making her upset too! This won't do.

Tiffany peppers your face in kisses.

Then, she practically squeezes the life out of you. She will not be letting go anytime soon. You are officially melded together.

When Tiff wakes up in tears, she immediately shakes you awake, frantically calling your name.

"Huh... What's wrong...?" You sit up and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, giving her your full attention.

Tiffany deeply appreciates an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on.

Rather incoherently, she describes the dream to you while waving her hands around animatedly.

You try your best to offer soothing words.

You're still mid-sentence when Tiff launches herself at you. She cries onto your top, her tears having slowed down now.

She just wants to be held.

And listen to your voice some more.

Maybe you could make her a nice snack too?

Charles "Chucky" Lee Ray

You'll need to reach over and physically shake this man awake since he sleeps like a rock.

"Chucky?" you question softly. "Chucky, can you wake up?" You shake him by his shoulder a bit.

"Huh...?" he utters groggily. His eyes are still closed.

"...I had a nightmare..."

Perhaps it isn't much of a surprise, but comforting others is not exactly one of his strong suits.

"None of that shit was real," he tells you. "Don't get so worked up."

In Chucky's eyes, you're dating the Lakeshore Strangler, so you've got no reason to be getting scared. Especially because of things that didn't actually happen. Go back to sleep. You're fine.

He rolls back over. A few minutes pass. You continue to sniffle.

With a sigh, Chucky turns to face you. He pulls you closer, cradling your head against his chest. "Stop your cryin'," he mutters gruffly. "I've gotcha."

Chucky himself hardly ever has nightmares. His dreams are usually rather mundane... Well, mundane for him, anyway. The sort of stuff he might find himself thinking actually happened after he wakes.

"Hey, what the hell happened to that asshole I left to drain out in the bathroom?"

"...You... didn't leave a body in the bathroom?"

"Oh."

That being said, you're a bit confused when you're woken up in the middle of the night by Chucky jolting awake beside you.

He slowly lets out a shuddery breath.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"Nothin'. I'm fine." It's a lie and you know it.

You cuddle up against Chucky in an attempt to comfort him. His immediate response is to try and get out of your grasp. "I said I'm fine!"

After a moment, though, he gives up, grumbling like he still doesn't want your touch (he does).

The tension slowly leaves his shoulders as you pet his hair.

He wraps his arms around you, gripping the fabric of your top until he dozes off again.

[loveandmurders]

In love with a dangerous wild cat II

Hi everyone, it's been a hot minute I was supposed to make a part 2 of this request :"Can you pls do a chucky x fem reader x tiffany where you reject them ...like hard ...bcs they are obsessive little fucks but you are the love of theire lifes so they try to kidnap you but you beat their ass"

You can find part 1 here.

Hope you'll enjoy ! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, dangerous!reader, paranoid!reader, a few strong words, mentions of killing people, of blood, of violence, of sexual activities (minors DNI),

You knew the darkest place to hide in, in every city you were staying at. You were a shadow, always lurking around, always finding a safe haven because “you never know what could happen”. You were paranoid, but for once, you were right to be.

You couldn’t believe that those two crazy bitches found your home so easily. They almost got you! You were so annoyed at them and at yourself. You didn’t really know what to do. You could hide, you could run away all you wanted, it seemed like they would always find you again.

Plus, you hated to run away. You were a smart and dangerous killer; you despised more than anything to be some sort of prey.

The more you thought about the situation, and the more obvious the solution was appearing to you: you had to kill them before they could kidnap you.

However a little voice reminded you that you had the opportunity to kill them twice or three times already, and yet, you never deadly hurt them. It made you wonder why.

You never hesitated before and it was clearly not the first time some people tried to capture you. And you always killed them and threw their bodies away. So why haven't you killed the other two already?

There was no way you were seeing something in them like they were seeing something in you. No way. You were a lone wolf, a wild cat. You never stayed around people, except to find new prey. You never loved anyone. You only killed and enjoyed yourself in the darkness.

You decided it was time to turn the game around. You were going to hunt them down and to kill them. Yes, it was the most logical thing to do and then you would be able to get back to your usual lonely life.

When you found Charles and Tiffany, they were arguing in a crappy motel room. They were arguing about you. They disagreed on what to do next. Charles thought they needed to capture you a little more violently. He wasn’t too happy to have to hurt you, but if it was the only way to overpower you, he was willing to try that. Tiffany wanted to try and seduce you. She wanted to give you a new knife for instance and to offer you someone to kill, someone you could lash all your anger on, so you would be more eager to speak to them.

You were about to enter the room by the window - and murdered the two of them - but someone knocked at the door, so you stayed hidden, ready to strike.

Charles opened the door and a very nice looking couple entered the room. Tiffany and Charles instantly changed their behaviour, to be their most charming and trusting looking selves.

You watched them with great interest as you saw them playing with their new toys. You had no idea who those people were, but it didn’t matter. You were enjoying the way Tiffany and Charles were hurting them, torturing them, killing them.

You hadn’t thought they could have been that interesting. That they could have been so hot and desirable. Maybe you have been wrong to want to kill him so quickly. Maybe you could have fun with them first.

You shook your head. No, it was a terrible idea. 

You were about to leave, when Charles and Tiffany started to kiss. They were covered in their victims blood, they were magnificent. Charles undressed Tiffany as her hands roamed his body in want.

But they suddenly stopped, both feeling eyes on them. They had been too busy before, but now they could tell someone was watching them. You moved just in time, so they didn’t see you, but they were worried someone saw them.

This game lasted for a few days: you would find them, observe them and find them very arousing before disappearing. They would try to find you, but always missing you. They weren’t very patient, so you were better at this in the long run than them.

It was getting very frustrating for them, because you were their mate, you were their missing piece, you were needed. Why couldn’t you understand how wanted you were? They would take such good care of you…

One evening, Charles needed some alone time so he left the motel room. Tiffany decided to take a bath and relax, with some soft music playing in the background. She closed her eyes, taking in the warmth surrounding her.

She heard a noise, but thought Charles forgot something. She jumped when she saw you sat down on a chair, in a corner of the bathroom. She wanted to get up but you aimed your gun at her, and you shook your head.

“How about you stay where you are?” you hummed and she nodded, biting her bottom lip in desire. Why were you so perfect?

“Of course, sweetface, anything you wanna from me” she purred “I was hoping you’d come to us” she added

“I’ve found you several times. I’ve seen your way” you admitted and she hummed. She was quite reassured you had been their stalker. It was very hot too.

“What do you want from us? From me?” she asked, hoping you would want her

“I dislike being hunted down. But I enjoyed watching you. I usually just seduce and kill. You have skills, the two of you, I can’t deny that. But I’m no prey.”

“Of course not. We don’t want to hurt you and even less to kill you. We want to have fun with you, to make you one of us, that’s all” she explained “Our love is obsessive, I’m sorry if we have been a little bit too… violent in our way to show it to you” she added with her doe eyes

“I don’t like people usually and I don’t give a fuck about their ‘love’. And yet I haven’t killed the two of you. This is… bothering me” you added, staring into her eyes

“Maybe because you find us interesting” she replied “Let me show you how interesting I can be” she winked

You didn't know how this happened, but you ended naked in her bath, making her scream in pleasure. You were so busy with her that you didn’t hear Charles coming back. He leaned against the bathroom frame, quite enjoying the view that was greeting him. He believed that the sacrifices he made to the devil finally worked.

You unwillingly stopped playing with her just before she could come, as you stilled when you noticed Charles, who was covered in blood. She whimpered.

“Oh don’t stop for me, I quite like this” he smirked.

“How about you finish her and I watch” you replied as you moved to sit down at the opposite of where Tiffany was. She pouted and pleaded with Charles with her eyes.

“Only if we can show you how good we are after” he replied and you nodded. So he entered the bath, fully clothed.

They did take care of you. But you refused to stay. They didn’t want to fight with you anymore, so they let you go, quite hopeful you would come back to them for more.

Which you did. And quite often, for pleasure at first, and then also when you wanted people to hunt with. 

They understood it was useless to force you to stay or to come back, because it always ended in you disappearing for weeks. They understood that you were willing to come back only if you were free to do so. And the fact you kept finding them meant you always knew where they were, and that you did love them, in your own way.

Even if Tiffany was impatient and even if Charles was frustrated, the best thing they could do was to wait for you to come back. And to do whatever you had in mind.

You were loyal to them in a way, because you didn’t let anyone else touch you and you always make sure that they were unharmed before going to bed - even if you weren’t planning on spending the night with them (they didn’t know about that).

Before travelling away, Tiffany and Charles always waited for you, so they could let you know where they were going. And you always followed them, even if you never promised them you would. They knew they better not ask anyways.

You were their wild girl, their wild cat. And like every cats, you always came back home on you own.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Tiffany x female reader headcannons? If your doing them?

If not what creepypasta are you writing for?

Tiffany Valentine x fem!reader

speed rewriting this since tumblr didnt want to save the first version of this post for crp, i write for slender and splendor, the proxies, jane jeff and nina, both of the jacks, i only write platonic for ben, i also write for puppeteer bloody painter and zalgo notes: reader is fem, admin has seen all of the childs play movies but none of the show so the post will be short due to that/possibly having missing parts of character cws: mentions of violence but nothing you wouldnt find in the source

shes totally obsessed with you and shes going to make it obvious to you! willing to give you all of her love if you let her, but dont expect her to just give! shes going to expect to be loved in return

your personal hype girl as well- feeling a little insecure or bad about yourself? shes going to pick you apart and let you know what pieces of you she loves about you

makes it a point to compliment you whenever she can too, even if you dont need a pick me up in the moment

even better if youre into killing like her, the two of you become a duo

will not take anyone saying anything bad about you ever, whether it be instantly snapping back to defend you or planning to end their life later- if she could do it that instant there wouldnt be much stopping her

does not make it quick, either, will draw it out for a while before finishing her business and turning her attention back to you

wants to take care of you if youre sick or injured, or even just a little tired... takes control of any tasks so you can go lay down

checks in on you every now and then to see if you need anything, may linger for longer than she needs to

[xkpopwonder]

Tiffany Valentine as your gf(SFW)

Tiffany is the type of girl who’s going to make sure you eat all your meals and drink LOTS of water. Maybe also a bit of wine.

 She will ask you constantly if you’d like her to make her famous Swedish meatballs and chocolate chip cookies.

Although Tiff would learn and make anything you'd like. Of course as long as you offer to do the dishes.

When I say this girl loves affection I mean that she thrives on it. Let’s just say if looks could kill it would be hers without her daily cuddles from you.

This girl will wait for you to get home at the door so she can welcome you back with plenty of kisses.

Tiffany being the hopeless romantic she is, would always plan date nights for Fridays every week. If you were to miss a date night she'd get extremely upset as she's a plan oriented women.

She'd definitely have a ring in advance within a week of you guys actually dating as she sees a forever with you and only you.

Being with you made Tiff try and put her killer ways in the past. But of course she can't stop it completely although, you do help her with the mess.

After a month of dating she'd introduce you to the kids. Gigi(Glen/Glenda) would welcome you in happily and warmly as their step parent.

Tiffany would make sure your house is guarded and safe from any Chucky attacks. God forbid she'd lose you to her asshole of an ex husband.

[amandav09]

Slasher Masterlist

welcome in my back book at the slasher, do not hesitate to propose me ideas

𝓟𝓸𝓿: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪

Micheal Myers

Ghostface (Billy et Stu)

Tiffany

the lost boys

Thomas Hewitt

Candyman (Daniel)

Bo

Otis

𝓟𝓞𝓥: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓭

Ghostface (DBD)  

Asa (the collector)

[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?"

[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!

[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+

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Slashers - "I wanna baby"

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Warnings:

Mentions of baby stealing

Characters:

Billy Loomis, Stu macher, Ethan Landry, Norman Bates, Tiffany Valentine, Art the clown, Herbert West, Brahms Heelshire, Patrick Bateman, Spencer Charnas

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🎃Billy Loomis:

• he'd look at you like you were insane

• "we have school"

🎃Stu macher:

• "what to like hang out with?"

• you'd have to explain that no you want his baby

• he'd probably be down to have kids

🎃Ethan Landry:

• "but I have econ"

🎃Norman Bates:

• he'd be excited his mother on the other hand probably not

• he'd be a great dad though if.......you make it to having his kid

🎃Tiffany Valentine:

• she'd be so happy

• "yes of course sweet face!"

• then she'd probably steal a baby

🎃Art the clown:

• I feel he'd either be confused

• he'd be like "we already got her" (the pale little girl)

• or he'd do what Tiffany does and steal a baby

🎃Herbert West:

• he'd probably look at you like your crazy

🎃Brahms Heelshire:

• "but I'm your baby"

• he'd be kinda confused

• and ask why your trying to replace him

• then you'll have to explain that no your not trying to replace him but you want his baby

• he'd still probably be confused

🎃Patrick Bateman:

• he probably not really care

• he'd help you make the baby but idk how much of a parent he'd be to the child

🎃Spencer Charnas:

• I think he'd be happy

• he'd probably be a good dad

• lots of horror themed baby clothes

[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.

[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.

[naturesapphic]

Olivia Benson and GPReader

Olivia benson has a vibrator in her pussy all day that reader controls .

R is not with Olivia in the day, but she can still up and down the vibrations.

Olivia cums in front of evryone without them noticing more than once.

When home, pussy wrecked and dripping like crazy it hurts, begs R to fill her she can't think straight Olivia squirts

I wouldn’t mind doing this request but I’ve seen a lot of things pointed towards people writing g!p and how people don’t like them writing it because it’s transphobic so I’m asking anyone especially the trans community is it okay for people to do g!p? Or anyone who’s not g!p idk I just don’t want to make anyone upset or do something that’s transphobic

Im just confused and don’t want to upset anyone

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

[redoverdose]

Trying smth more cartoony idk

I’m unable to use my pc for like a week so I’m trying to get used to doing lineart on tablet….sighhh

Most of them are just ugly sketches that I’ll never finish

[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