Bubble

(requests are opened) Hiii I'm Bubble and I'm 19 y.o. She/her Don't be afraid of asking request, I don't bite. You can send me a request or just use my DM Some of rules: WHAT I WRITE ⟩ > Headcanons/drabbles/even long fanfics if it's necessary > Sweet, fluffy things, hurt/comfort + NSFW content > I mostly write fem!reader or gn!reader (cause I'm a girl yk), so if you want a male!reader things pls specify it in your request > Kinks like soft bdsm, blood play and etc > AUs, especially Omegaverse (specify things like this in your request, luv) WHAT I DO NOT WRITE⟩ > Pedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia, incest and things like that > Trans!reader (I just don't trust myself to represent it properly and don't want to offend anyone! Just don't get me wrong) ALSO⟩ > Remember, my versions of Michael, Jason, and others are based on MY headcanons. They may differ greatly from the canon > Requests that are sent multiple times in a row will be deleted

[littleshiningbubble]

Slashers x reader, but you're childhood friends

Part 1

Characters: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers (RZ)

• You've been special since you were a kid. Something traumatic happened in your childhood that your relatives sent you to Smiths Grove. Although you were otherwise a calm child, so they visited you, brought you sweets and toys. You were just being weird. And dangerous.

• Michael didn't talk to anyone after the incident, especially at the hospital. He wasn't particularly bothered by other people's company. But you managed to catch his eye. This often happened at general meals at the hospital. The children were brought here in groups, you were in "his group." The other kids in the room seemed to be.. veggies like, because they were constantly being stuffed with pills and sedatives. But you didn't make the local doctors uncomfortable, so you were still sane. And Michael saw that sane. Oh, there was something special about you. He could almost swear that you were surrounded by some incredible light that attracted him. His mother had the same light, the light of an innocent, pure soul.

• Your "friendship" was strange. It's just that at some point you decided to sit at the table with the boy with paints and crayons while he was making another mask. You just calmly sat down next to him, looked at his pumpkin mask for a couple of minutes and handed him your big glitter markers. You didn't say anything, but it seemed like the two of you didn't need words to understand each other.

• As it turned out, the walls of the hospital also made you a creative person, even though you were just painting. Now the nurses saw you and Michael sitting quietly together in a corner surrounded by art supplies. There was a strange symbiosis in your couple. You passed paints and pencils to each other without words, or just evaluated each other's work without saying a word. The doctors considered it a good sign of recovery, but it was more than that.

• At dinners, you didn't sit across from each other, but sat next to each other and held hands. You gave him your pudding boxes, and he gave you your favorite juice. It was as if you were one organism that was divided into two bodies, two kindred spirits who finally met and found peace next to each other. And it was strange in its own way.

• Loomis admired your "communication." He even began to rejoice that Michael was finally feeling better. He even started trying to arrange therapy sessions for the two of you, but you two just sat there and said nothing. Or you could start talking for two, but you didn't talk too much. It's enough for Loomis to start feeling hopeful, not enough for him to notice progress.

Jason Voorhees

• You came to this camp for the first time, but from the very beginning you failed to make good friends. It seemed that all the children knew each other and immediately divided into small interest groups. But it didn't bother you much, after all, you knew how to have fun alone. You also had a sweet tooth. And you loved the days when they made sweet soft buns with small berries on top. And you decided to take a desperate step and made your way to the kitchen. To steal some more.

• What was your surprise when you found someone in the kitchen.. a boy. The boy looked strangely small for his age, although for some reason you were sure that you were the same age. He was small, thin, and looked unhappy. Although you saw a woman coming up to him from time to time (she was the one who baked your favorite buns, you remember that) and calming him down. Obviously, it was his mom. You were genuinely sorry for this boy, he must have had no friends because of his peculiar appearance. He must have been sick or something. And you came over. At first, the boy was afraid of you, but you quickly gained his trust. This boy's name was Jason.

• You began to communicate quite well, you found out that his mother works as a cook at the camp and that's why he spends his entire summer here. Jason turned out to be an incredibly kind and nice guy. You painted with him, fed the forest squirrels together, and picked berries near the camp. You really liked this boy because he was sincere, with a big heart. And when Pomela Voorhees saw that her boy had a real friend, she started giving you extra buns from the kitchen. Well, that's a nice bonus. On bun day evenings, you often sat with Jason in his cabin with a cup of juice and a plate of buns. It was insanely good.

• You're very good with your hands and you love making things, so you and Jason built a real house in the woods and set it up as your secret hideout. It's also convenient to hide from other children from the camp, so the two of you often use it to avoid running into bad guys.

• Since Jason's mom works at the camp, he spends his entire summer here. That's why you asked your parents to keep you here for a few more shifts. Jason was incredibly grateful to you for that.

• When you finally left, you promised Jason that you would come back every summer and even asked for his address so that you could write letters to him. Jason read every one of them. He also cut out the cute stickers and stamps that you put on your letters, so he got a separate notebook with your letters and drawings. This is his main treasure.

Bubba Sawyer

• Moving to such an insanely hot place was not your choice, but, of course, your parents did not ask you. While they were sorting things out, you were sent to get acquainted with the neighbors. You reluctantly went to the neighboring plot. Already near someone else's house, you noticed a boy sitting on a swing. He was chubby, not very tall, and had insanely curly hair. He was sitting on a swing and cradling a baby doll in his arms. He awkwardly patted the doll on the back and made unhappy noises every now and then, adjusting the tiny cap on his doll's head. An interesting boy.

• At first, Bubba (as you learned from the boy's mom) just froze on his swing and pretended that he wasn't there. At the same time, he was still clutching his baby doll and trying to cover it with himself. Cutie. It turned out that the boy is much older than you, although his behavior does not show it. When his mother came out, the boy began desperately hiding behind her and clinging to her skirt. The woman explained to you that Bubba was a "special boy", that despite his age, he was still small. Literally. It was a little hard for you to understand, but as soon as you looked into those scared puppy dog eyes of Bubba, you felt.. sorry for him. It must have been uncomfortable. The boy had his own unique world, and the people around him didn't understand him. And other kids could bully. You sincerely wanted to make friends with this cutie.

• It took time for your friendship. You brought him your toys, books, and sweets. Bubba was afraid at first, but over time he got used to you. You've become a frequent guest at the Sawyer house. You've even been invited to barbecue nights. As soon as Bubba opened up to you, he became insanely tactile. He likes to put his head on your lap while the two of you are sitting in the garden and you are reading some fairy tale aloud to him. Bubba loves hugging you and carrying you in his arms like the most precious treasure (he's strong enough, so that's not a problem). Bubba introduced you to his "kids," who turned out to be a few cute dolls on his bed. Despite the pressure of the brothers, Bubba is an insanely homely guy, he likes to take care of someone and something, grow flowers and help his mother in the kitchen. At such moments, he looks really grown up.

• Bubba taught you how to bake pies. He's really good at cooking, especially baking, so he decided to share it with you. He's a quiet boy, and cooking is relaxing in its own way. Although he doesn't mind if he cooks and you just taste it. Every time he gives you a piece to try, his eyes shine with joy and anxiety at the same time, he just wants to feed you deliciously.

• The Sawyers accepted you as their family pretty quickly and really considered you to be one of their own. Bubba's mom just laughed softly and said, "Bubba has a fiance now." Typical adult jokes. But Bubba just muttered to himself and looked away, blushing deeply. He liked the idea.

Thomas Hewitt

• You saw this boy at school. He was scared and withdrawn, with these permanent bandages on his face. You just felt sorry for him. And the other kids bullied him, the older boys. They kicked his textbook bag, tore up his notebooks, and beat him. It was the same that time. When the offenders were briefly distracted, Thomas quickly packed his things into a backpack and rushed away, home. You saw several textbooks and a couple of torn notebooks that he forgot. It might not be your body, but you decided to take it to him.

• You added a couple more of your blank notebooks to the textbooks because Thomas's notebooks were ruined. You knew that his mom worked at a stall next to the gas station, so you went there. She was a very nice woman. She was very touched that you decided to help her boy, so she gave you lemonade and asked you to wait. Thomas came out of the back room of the store. He must have been helping his mom and carrying heavy boxes because his clothes were a little sweaty. When Thomas saw you, he was tense at first, but your gift made him freeze in place. Why are you giving him this? Is this some kind of weird joke? But Luda just patted her son's hair and said thank you. Thomas nodded curtly.

• This was the beginning of your peculiar friendship. Thomas turned out to be a pretty nice boy, so you often began to bring something delicious from home for him (you saw that he usually didn't have lunch with him). At first, he ate like a stray puppy, quickly and nervously, because he thought that at any moment you could pick up this delicious food. But you brought more and more. Thomas has begun to trust you. And one day he brought a toy to school, sewn from different pieces of cloth. Despite the mottled color, the toy bunny came out quite cute and neat. You started carrying it in your backpack.

• Thomas didn't want to show you his face until the last moment, he was afraid that you would get scared and stop being friends with him. But one day he got beaten up too much, and you saw a lot of blood on his old bandages. You were sitting in a small clearing near the school, under sparse trees, where Thomas often hid. You tried to persuade him to let you help him, but he just shook his head and whined in pain. In the end, you knocked him to the ground and carefully removed the bandages. It.. it looked incredibly painful. His face and missing nose. Thomas squeezed his eyes shut, expecting curses or a punch. You took clean bandages out of your backpack (and you wore them, knowing how often Thomas was taken away and how often his knees were beaten) and began to wash the blood. Then you put healing ointment on the sores and used new bandages. You gave him a quick peck on the forehead over the bandages and called him a "good boy," knowing how vulnerable he could be. Looks like it was the first time Hewitt cried on your lap.

• He only graduated from secondary school because it was difficult for him to study, but Thomas didn't worry too much about it. Now he spent almost all his time at home and helped with the housework. Charlie told him that he would soon go to work at the slaughterhouse to help the family with money, he liked the idea. He hid some of his first earned money and saved it for a long time. Thomas bought a necklace, a beautiful one, on a slightly darkened chain, but beautiful. With a big red stone. It was probably plastic, but still. In one of your meetings, Thomas made a pie himself and gave you this necklace. He knows that when people get married, they give each other rings, although he doesn't really understand why exactly the rings are. He just hopes that you'll like his necklace too.

[littleshiningbubble]

Hello! I see you write for slashers, so can I please request a slasher x reader where the reader was the victim of a cruel Valentine's day prank (please include Harry Warden)?

Slasher x reader: Valentine's day prank

Characters: Harry Warden, Jason Voorhees, Pennywise

Harry Warden

• Harry basically hates Valentine's Day, so when you were the victim of a terrible prank, he took it as a personal insult. His love manifests itself in insane protection, your abusers will not go unpunished.

• He will kill them for a long time and cruelly, although this is not his style, and then leave them for everyone to see. Harry just wants people to know what he's really capable of. And it's important to him for you to understand that he'll slit everyone's throat for you. He may even bring you their hearts in beautiful boxes.

• Harry will come home late at night, of course, already cleansed of blood, so as not to cause you even more stress. He will sit on the couch next to you, take your hands and place them on his chest so that you can feel his heartbeat. It's his way of saying that he's alive for you and will do anything to make your abusers beg for their own death.

• He sees himself in you. Not the same fear, but the same pain and resentment that others can afford to have fun while you're feeling terrible. You both don't celebrate this holiday, you know the rule. But the very next day, he will give you more than a pleasant surprise as a consolation and proof of his feelings. Flowers, something delicious that you really love, delicious drink. You need a break.

• Deep down, he hopes that this incident has brought you two closer. No, of course, he doesn't like that you were treated so cruelly, he hates your pain. But perhaps now you will become a little calmer to celebrate this holiday and understand his position and pain. You can come up with your own celebration of love and tenderness, rather than this day marred by tragedies.

Jason Voorhees

• These were the teenagers that Jason hoped to deal with a little later. But they touched you, his treasure, his immensely beautiful heart. And Jason can almost hear Momma's voice in his head, telling him to protect his beloved.

• He kills them harshly and painfully, forgetting about his own resentment and fears. He does it dirty. At this point, he really becomes that brutal killer that everyone is afraid of, not your loving boy. But despite his anger, he wants to get it over with quickly so that he can come home and comfort you as soon as possible.

• Jason will return to your shared hut and become your immensely loving teddy bear again. He'll light a bigger fireplace, wrap you in a warm blanket, and sit and hug you for a long time until the bad emotions just come out of you. Cry, scream, you can even hit him with your hands, if it makes it easier for you, Jason will understand. He'll just be there for you to know that you're not alone, he needs you.

• He will give you a gift to make you less sad. A plush toy (although what could be better for hugging than him?), something sweet or just pleasant. Maybe a fluffy animal. You don't need any gifts for this strange holiday, you have Jason. It even comes with cooking something simple, but hot and delicious, like a good soup. Love isn't about flashy gifts (or disgusting practical jokes), it's about actions.

• Jason will save those bastards' corpses so you can decide for yourself what to do with them. Or he can bury them, and you can plant the most horrible flowers you can find on their graves. You can put some bad words in stones on it also.

Pennywise

• He finds you by your fear, sad and hurt. He doesn't like your fear, it's the worst thing in the world for him. The fear of other people brings him a sense of pleasure, but your fear makes it unpleasantly squeeze something in the place where people's hearts are located.

• Pennywise will find them in the form of their worst nightmares. He will mock them, torture them, and laugh horribly until he drives them insane. He might even bite off some part of their body, just to make them scream sweetly. And then he will take your image to finally finish them off. He will make them pray for death and ask for your forgiveness. It's real music to his ears.

• He will return to your cozy home and hug you tightly, almost breaking your bones. For him, physical contact and skin-to-skin contact mean much more than empty human words. Pennywise will turn into a soft fluffy cloud and wrap around you like a protective blanket to give you back at least a little bit the boundaries of your body and a sense of security.

• Pennywise won't kill your abusers. He will leave them crippled and erase their memories, but he will never leave them alone. He will make it so that the mere mention of your name causes them wild, almost panic-stricken anxiety. They will be afraid to sleep, but they will not understand what they are afraid of. These guys will slowly go crazy. And when they are already in a semi-delusional state, afraid of their own shadow and urinating in their pants, Pennywise will slowly eat them, not letting them die. They will scream and cry, and he will just enjoy this fear.

• You are his treasure, his mate, so no one has the right to hurt you. And then he'll go back into sleep for twenty-seven years, but he won't let you go far or for long. You'll be safe in your shared nest.

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Hope you'll like it! <3

[littleshiningbubble]

Can I request a asa emory x reader where the reader finds out his secret about his other life please 🫶

Asa Emory x reader, but you find out about his secret

Asa was your perfect man. He was funny, affectionate, and endlessly loving. He knew which flowers you liked, which movie you liked to watch, and which sweets disgusted you. He took you on dates, comforted you in moments of nervous breakdowns, and had the sweetest hugs in the world.

You loved him with all your heart. He even joked that he had never gone this far with anyone before and was thinking of getting married. This thought made you feel warm.

Asa was an intelligent man. Your house was cozy and quiet, with a beautiful radio from where some unobtrusive jazz music was constantly playing, shelves were full of books, and paintings decorated the walls. Asa often took you to museums or the theater. He especially loved insect exhibitions, and you really tried to figure out how these butterflies and beetles differ. You were afraid of bugs. But Asa just laughed, hugged you, and said he preferred dead bugs too. He'll kill them all so they don't scare you.

You thought you knew him by heart.

But you were wrong.

It all started with a simple oversight. You went to the store and accidentally took the wrong keys. His bunch was heavy, weighty, and it had a lot of dissimilar keys and a small keychain in the shape of a ladybug.

When you got home, you put the keys back in their place, but they slipped off the bedside table, landing on the floor with a thud. You swore softly and turned around to put them back in place, but you heard a soft click. The place where the keys had fallen was now slightly bulging. You came closer. It was like.. a hiding place?

You cracked the lid.

It smelled damp and dusty inside. Your fingers slipped uncomfortably. You rubbed the pads of your fingers together and frowned in disgust, there was something dark on your skin, it must be grease. Someone lubricated this mechanism.

There was a small key inside. Your heart sank uncomfortably. Why does Asa keep any key separately? A bug of doubt crept into your brain, but the thought immediately came to mind that Asa must be preparing some kind of gift. A wedding gift. You smiled, licking your lips in anticipation. What a romantic man you had after all.

You took the key and locked the hiding place.

But you can peek, right? It must be unlocked with this key magnet, so you can put it back in place when you find a gift.

It took you about ten minutes to inspect the house. But there was nothing in the house that had this key. Although...

..your gaze fell on a tiny inconspicuous door in the corner. That creepy basement. Asa said there were rats running around. But curiosity is stronger.

You put the key in the lock and pushed the door open. It was as cold as a refrigerator inside.

"I hope it's something sweet.."

A small staircase led down, and then the cold hospital light stretched.

You stepped carefully onto the stairs. It creaked uncomfortably, bending slightly under your weight. This place must be very old.

You were expecting to see some new painting or something remotely resembling your common hobby.

You froze.

There was a large operating table in the center of the room. And there was something lying on it.. a man?

Creature.

It was a man. At least, that's what it seemed at first glance. His arms were spread out to the sides, and behind him were pieces of skin – wings, probably spread out from the skin on his back. He was very thin. There were a lot of stitches on his sides, as if someone had removed his ribs and was trying to make his figure thinner, slimmer. And there were round indentations under the ribs, covered with gauze or something like that. The man's face was frozen in an expression of pure horror, and his eyes were almost sunk into their sockets with a gray mass.

"Still can't find the right legs. The females always turn out prettier," a soft, velvety voice sounded from behind.

You flinched, trying to turn around, but a strong pair of arms held you back. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other slid over your bare thigh under the edge of your shorts.

"Asa.." you began in a trembling voice, but you were interrupted by his collected quiet purring.

"Shhh," his lips slid over your neck, slowly sliding over your skin and leaving lazy kisses. Just like in the morning, in the kitchen while you were making breakfast. The scent of coffee and his cologne hit your head, now settling uncomfortably in the lungs. Previously, this fragrance calmed you down, now it only caused anxiety. The man pressed his chest against your back and deeply absorbed your scent into his lungs, as if inhaling it for the last time.

"How ugly it turned out. My little thing deserves better.. not an unfinished exhibit." At the end, he let out a soft laugh. "I planned to make everything beautiful. Right. Your wedding present."

His hand slid higher, getting under your t-shirt and stroking your tummy.

"I would take you to the museum. Real one. My best work is there, oh, they're beautiful. My dear muse deserves to see only the most beautiful things, right?"

He brushed his lips over your temple and gently turned you around in his arms. His hand went to your lower back, pulling your hips to his.

"Just me and you. Good music and wine, my dear." His free hand slid over your cheek, stroking it soothingly. Now his face looked almost waxy and unreal in the cold hospital-like light, but those brown eyes still looked at you with infinite tenderness. And obsession.

"..you're shaking. I'm so sorry, didn't think it through."

He laughed softly with his chest again; softly, almost cheerfully. The man took off his denim jacket and draped it over your shoulders. A smile crossed his face.

"Are you cold, my dear? Let's go upstairs. I think the kettle is already boiling."

You didn't know what to say, your body was moving on its own. Asa took you upstairs and settled you on the couch by the fireplace. He covered your thighs with a blanket and a few moments later returned from the kitchen with two mugs of steaming tea. Your favorite one.

Asa is sitting on the couch next to you, leaning back and smiling tiredly. He acted like everything was fine. It's like there wasn't a mutilated corpse in the basement of your house. And what kind of museum he was talking about..?

"There's a dead man in our basement.."

Asa laughed softly as he set the mug down on the coffee table. "It's a bug, my dear. You don't like bugs, do you? They're nasty, dirty, crawling where they can't get in the way..."

You looked at him and froze. Asa was staring at one point, not blinking. There was a crazy smile on his lips, and you could almost see the strange gleam in his eyes. Or is it a trick of the light?

"His name is Michael. A dirty thief who decided to break into my museum... He broke one of my masterpieces. I wanted to make a deer beetle out of it. But he turned out to be too skinny and ugly, so I had to get out of it. I gave him the opportunity to become a beautiful butterfly.. but he failed me here too. No legs can fit nicely into his ugly sides.."

He shifted his gaze to you. In an instant, his face took on a loving expression. The man got up from the couch and squatted down in front of you. He carefully took the mug from your hands, took your palms with his and began to kiss each finger.

"I wanted to make everything beautiful... You've always been too curious, my sweet magpie. I bought a ring. I wanted to marry you and take my spouse to the hotel. I've almost got everything ready. Expensive wine, beautiful rooms, light jazz... I made us a beautiful bedroom there. So that I can love you right in the midst of our art."

He interweaved your both fingers together and touched your finger in the place where the ring should be with his lips.

"..will you do the same to me?"

He froze and looked up at you.

"With you? Silly. You're not a bug. You are my dear beloved little thing. My heart and soul."

He hugged your hips and buried his face in your knees, rubbing his forehead against them.

"I'll take this draft to the hotel. You won't see him anymore. And then.. I'll take you there. We will not wait for the wedding, my dear. I'll take you there and we'll love each other."

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It just seems to me that this man can love. In his own twisted way, but he can. And it doesn't necessarily make you part of the collection, no.

So~ What will you do?

a) accept him and his "oddities", look at the hotel and build a real family with him

b)..Are you going to try to escape and call the police?)

[littleshiningbubble]

Harry Warden x reader

You felt his presence before you saw him.

The soft creak of gravel under heavy boots, loud breathing through an oxygen mask, the smell of blood and the remnants of his cologne, as if from a previous life.

You've been waiting for him. You're always waiting, because you never know when he'll come back next time.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel your mouth go dry with anxious anticipation.

His bulky body floats out of their shadows with the soft rustle of his uniform. He looks like a ghost in the semi-darkness of your house. Harry. Your Harry. He doesn't like bright lights. He hates the day and loud noises. Something broke in him that ill-fated day, but somewhere deep inside, there, under that faceless mask, your Harry is still sitting. Your loving man and the boy who ran away from the church service to pick flowers for some grandmother's garden and bring them to you, beaming with his almost toothless smile.

The man comes closer. His chest rises and falls heavily, the hose from the mask softly rustles against his clothes.

He's as silent as death itself. Since that day, he hasn't said a word, as if he had to eat his own tongue to keep from screaming in pain and fear.

You take a step closer. The hands rest on his chest, the fingers slightly clench on the dense material of the mold. You look into his mask, but all you see is emptiness. Two big black abysses, behind which the love of your life is hiding. You know that he sees you, watching your every move, listening. He's always listening, even when you think he's not. He listened to your offended words about a work colleague, and the next day that man was gone. He heard how much you liked this new perfume from the magazine, and the very next day he brought it to you in a velvet box. His love borders on obsession, you know that, and yet right now it's the only thing he's capable of. You are his beacon in the endless sea of his own fears and nightmares, and you have long accepted this role.

Under your palms, his muscles are tense like those of an animal ready to spring on its prey. You slide your fingers over his clothed chest, to the clasps on the edge of the mask somewhere near his neck.

"Let me? Please," you whisper softly, looking into his face with pleading eyes, but Harry only shakes his head slightly, shaking off your hand. The mask remains, always, no matter what happens.

You've almost forgotten what he looks like. The only reminder is an old photo that you took shortly before the incident. He's smiling, gentle, and makes you an proposal. And you, beaming, happy, show the camera a shining ring. He's been working really hard to get you exactly the one you wanted. Now it's lying forgotten in your underwear drawer. To the whole world, your fiance is dead.

You nod in defeat. Your fingers grab the buttons on his jumpsuit and slowly undo them, as if delaying this moment. The fabric is thick, oiled, burnt in places from burning sparks, but you can feel a clear sign of blood on it. Someone else's blood. The zipper creaks softly and you pull off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a shapeless heap.

His chest is pale, covered with a network of scars and burn marks. You lick your lips reflexively, sliding over the muscles that protrude with his every movement.

Harry presses his body against yours, his strong arms wrap around your waist, gluing his body to you. His skin is hot, but he doesn't feel it. He's cold. Madly. Where once the heart beat violently with love for you, now there is a grave emptiness, burning to the very bones.

You hug him back, your hands stroking his tense back. You can feel his pain mixed with the bloodlust throbbing in his veins. Your lips kiss his adam's apple, the curve where his neck meets his shoulder, his collarbones. With each gentle touch, he relaxes. Slowly. Your warmth makes him feel alive.

Harry pulls away. Without looking back, he falls into a chair and pulls you into his lap. The man squeezes you in his arms, burying the hard material of his mask into your shoulder. His shoulders shake a little, but he doesn't make a sound except for heavy breathing. You put your arms around his shoulders. You stroke him over the material of his helmet and mask, as you once stroked his curly, unruly hair, and from this painfully familiar feeling, he sinks back into the back of the chair.

You may never see your lover's face again. But he allows himself to be vulnerable around you.

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it was supposed to be a hot sketch, but at some point it seemed to me.. that this baby just deserves love, understanding and hugs. everyone is sexualizing him, and he's just tired.

[littleshiningbubble]

Slashers x reader, but you two have a child

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Pennywise

Michael Myers

• When you bring this baby home for the first time, he doesn't understand what to do with it. The infant smells like you, but behaves absolutely calmly and cries only when it wants to eat. You feed it in such a weird way, it makes Michael think.

• Michael can sit in front of the crib for hours and just watch the baby sleeping in the crib. He studies it like some kind of animal. If the baby wakes up, they'll just play peek-a-boo until someone gets bored (Michael can sit like this for days lol)

• When the baby cries, Michael just picks it up and carries it to you. He has endless patience, so the baby's crying alone doesn't bother him. He doesn't perceive this child as "his own", he just makes a note in his head: you walked around with a belly, and then one day you came back without it, but with a baby. No one explained to him where children come from, he did not even think about it.

• Michael is a silent bodyguard for your child. His killer instincts are getting stronger.. in a gentle nature. Now he's looking out not only for you, but also for the baby. If a passerby dares to look into the stroller or stares at the baby, there will be one less person in the town.

• Whenever your child sees a white mask on the street (and many people dress up as "Michael the Killer" on Halloween), it reaches out to this person with a plaintive "daddy." The kid doesn't know what dad looks like, but the kid knows this mask by heart. As soon as the child learned to sit, Michael began to put it on his lap and just let it touch the mask. The kid is fascinated by tracing the cracks on the mask, the recess of the eyes and nose. Kiddo likes Daddy's mask.

• The baby will unconsciously copy Dad's behavior. It will be silent, calm and thoughtful. Silence is their common language. Better keep the kitchen knives away.

Thomas Hewitt

• Thomas always dreamed of having a big family, but he never expected to get one because of the way he looks like. You are simply the best thing that has happened to him in his life, and he is eternally grateful to you for the baby.

• At first, he will be insanely afraid to take the baby in his arms, worried that he might harm it. One day, he wakes up late at night from a baby crying. You're sleeping next to him, so tired that you don't even wake up because of crying. Thomas goes to the nursery with a frown on his face. The man acts awkwardly, the baby literally fits in his big palms. He puts the baby on his bare chest and sits in the rocking chair he made for you. The chair creaks, but it holds his weight. Thomas awkwardly hugs the baby to himself, gently petting the baby's butt or stroking the back. The child falls silent. The next morning you find them along with the nursery, asleep.

• After learning how warm dad is, the baby refuses to leave his arms. Baby loves to fall asleep on Daddy's hot chest or just with both of you on the bed, holding Daddy's hand. The first time Thomas felt it, he just started crying. He had never felt so good in his life.

• Thomas personally carves all the toys for your baby out of wood. Small animals, rattles, even a dollhouse (it looks more like a strange birdhouse, but still). Your child is rich, and I'm not talking about money.

• When the baby learns to walk, Thomas crawls after it on all fours and insures every step. He sawed down all the corners in the house and wrapped everything he could with bandages. Thomas remembers his own childhood full of bruises and blood, he doesn't want the same for your child. Tommy puts your baby to sleep, slowly rocking the baby in his arms and humming a sound in the manner of a song. He's really trying.

• Thomas didn't graduate from high school completely, so he still has this childish interest in everything new. When you teach your child to read and write, Thomas sits quietly next to you. He can't speak, but his handwriting doesn't look so sloppy anymore. When your child learns to read simple fairy tales, Thomas sits next to it and hardly breathes, afraid of missing every word, as if he were listening to a complex novel. Your child likes this kind of attention and mute support.

Pennywise

• You're the first person Penny hasn't killed, and you're special. Just like your child. This is an unusual, cosmic child. Ideally, Pennywise himself should have carried it, but he let you feel it.

• For the first couple of months, the kid was afraid of this huge creepy clown. Pennywise didn't care, but the worried expression on your face didn't make him very happy. So he just started turning into a little fluffy kitten and lay down next to the baby. The baby was quieting down. Pennywise rubbed against the baby, licked it, shared his warmth. And he didn't do any harm. Over time, Penny started to turn into more.. human version of his own body and make your child trust him.

• The first awkward "dad" made him freeze. This sweet energy coming from your lovely child at that moment tasted better than fear. Pennywise began to cherish this child's joy. He started bringing sweets, toys, and animals, just to hear that sweet laugh or see a smile.

• Over time, this childish timidity faded away, and the Pennywise genes took over. Now other people's severed limbs have become the best toys, and human bones have replaced teething toys.

• The child has inherited Penny's obsession. Like their father, the baby can't stay too long and far away from you, they don't like it when someone else communicates with you and prefer to take all their attention to themselves. Penny is a little jealous about this. He's going to have to spend a lot of time coming to terms with the fact that it's just his terrible inheritance.

• Pennywise adores your child because he taught them how to lure other children into his lair. Maybe one day he'll teach them how to kill. You're going to punish them both, though.

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Can i request a harry warden x reader where the reader finds out their pregnant with his baby

thanks for your req luv!!

Harry Warden x pregnant!reader

• You and Harry never used any protection because he thought he couldn't have children. Stress, hard work, and his lifestyle have given him such a foundation for thought. So he didn't bother with condoms or anything like that. And still he was always a fairly traditional and moderately religious man, and considered it "God's will."

• When you told Harry that you were pregnant, at first he thought it was some kind of elaborate joke or something. He had a strange and difficult life, so having a child is not something he ever expected. Of course, he used to have dreams of a warm home, a loving wife, and a few restless kids, but the incident in the mine forever crossed them out. But with you, he allows himself to hope.

• Harry is an infinitely traditional man, as soon as he is sure that the pregnancy is real, he takes full responsibility. Now you can't carry heavy things, do dangerous work, or anything else. Harry does most of the work.

• Harry cares about you like crazy, even in his own way. He gives you boxes of chocolates, your favorite flowers and treats. Although for the most part he focuses on healthy, homemade food for you and the baby. He's a good cook.

• He becomes insanely protective. After the incident, all his instincts and character traits reached their maximum, and the desire to protect his own is no exception. His concern becomes almost maniacal. He's always around, he doesn't let you walk alone or even carry a bag of groceries from the store. Sometimes you wake up feeling like someone is watching you. It's Harry back from his nighttime "hunt." But he's in no hurry to get into bed. He's just standing there in the doorway, in his miner's suit, watching you with his head leaned to the side. He's like a loyal dog, even too much loyal.

• Harry doesn't talk. But at night, when you are fast asleep, he settles down next to your baby bump, begins to gently stroke it and whisper something to your unborn baby. He'll never admit it to you. When the baby is born, Harry won't talk to them, so as long as he lets them listen, the baby won't remember anyway.

***

You were sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, weightlessly stroking your already noticeably rounded bump.

He killed him. You knew Harry had already killed him. That man from the store who got you a box of tea from the top shelf. Because the man smiled at you. Because he complimented you and touched your bump.

What will it be this time? The hand that touched you? The tongue that has managed to speak to you? Or maybe the eyes? His heart is worthlessly lying in a candy box on Valentine's Day, that's for sure.

You sighed softly. The fire in the fireplace crackled and it was soothing. It was cold outside, and a chilly November wind was howling. Your baby will be born in a couple of months.

A door banged in the hallway.

Came. He's finally here.

But you didn't get up from your seat, preferring instead to stare tiredly at the wall. Perhaps he will see your boredom and decide to give you a book rather than someone else's organs.

Harry entered the living room quietly, almost without making a sound. He put his pickaxe in the corner of the room, and out of the corner of the eye, you could notice bloody drops on the tip of it. He came closer. Slowly, gently, as if afraid to scare you off. Harry knelt down in front of your chair. You could hear his heavy breathing through the mask, feel his gaze. But right now, he wasn't dangerous, rather.. pleading. Look at me. I protected you. Are you happy?

You turned to face him, your hand habitually slipped on the edge of the cold black helmet. Before, he would flinch, push your hand away, and wouldn't even let you touch his form. Now he was leaning to you like a naughty kitten. It was intimate in its own way.

His big rough hands rested on your hips, he snuggled closer. He touched your baby bump, gently covering the taut skin with his palm. You gasped softly, feeling a particularly strong push in the place where Harry touched your belly. The man froze. He must have even stopped breathing, because there was an almost suffocating silence in the room. He still did not believe that this was a living child. Your child together.

Harry sat there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the presence of both of you.

And then he pulled away. The man rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a small red velvet box. He handed it to you. You sighed in defeat, already guessing what might be inside.

Inside were two neat, slightly cloudy green eyes the size of a good grape. That man's from the store.

Harry covered your hands with his own gloved one, feeling you tremble. You leaned forward and he pressed his forehead against yours.

But you didn't scream. You just mumbled a strangled "thank you" and something vaguely resembling a dull purr came out of Harry's chest.

Maybe you've become crazy enough to really love this man.

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

• Michael Myers

• Jason Voorhees

• Freddy Krueger

• Bubba Sawyer

• Thomas Hewitt

• Vincent Sinclair

• Bo Sinclair

• Pyramid head

• Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

• Asa Emory

• Pennywise

• Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter

• Harry Warden

• Charles Lee Ray

• John Kramer

• Mark Hoffman

• Amanda Young

• Valak

• Jacob Goodnight

• Art the clown

• Brahms Heelshire

• Billy Lenz