#monty x gender neutral reader

[writer-and-lover]

Day 14: Montgomery Gator

You never usually realise when you hit rock bottom, but this time it definately appeared as a slap to the face. Though you can't really complain when it feels so damn good. The green, metallic hands of Montgomery fucking Gator shouldn't feel as good as they do when they're around your waist, and they definately shouldn't be around it in the first place. But you've always been a people pleaser and when will you ever get an opportunity like this again?

He's huge in general really, you barely reach his chest even at your own taller than average human height, even with the thick soles of your shoes and the way you're standing on your tiptoes trying to lean away from the press of his cock against your damn hole. The mouth nipping at your shoulders only reaches them because he's bent himself in goddamn half just to be able to reach them, and you really shouldn't find this hot. You really shouldn't find comfort in the 8-9 foot something mechanical alligator with anger issues and hands that touch your thick, pudgy waist. You know he could kill you and yet the huge stretch of him has you coming around him at what has to be a record time. There's a puddle on the floor already under your feet, and really all that was left to be added was your come. You've truly become a mess and yet...

The wet gasp that Monty lets out grounds you slightly, turns your glassy eyes to look at the thick bulge in your stomach. The bulge that is so prominently displacing your skin and sending electric fire up your spine and shivers into your hands. Monty's own hands move to press down on it and you swear Heaven was right at the tip of your tongue. Right in your fucking reach.

[mordeiswrld]

HIII sorry to those who have requested stories and haven’t gotten them yet! Finals are coming so i don’t have as much free time as i usually would. Ill get to them as soon as finals are over and the last day of finals are June 7th so ill start posting on the 7th! Until then keep sending in requests! As many as you want i don’t mind lol

Edit: SO LIKE UH- I MISSED MY FINAL🌚

[purple-plum-petals]

Hello there, so it’s my first time requesting for you and I read all the rules and I think I’m ready to request, so Glamrock Freddy, Monty, Sunrise and Moondrop x gn! Reader, (separately), where the reader is giving more attention to the animatronics plushies, rather them the real ones, headcanons. Thank you and feel free to ignore if you find this request confusing.

Ps: this message might get spammed, Tumblr is eating my messages lately, so sorry 😅. Anyways, thank you.

—⊱ I’m Right Here ⊰ || Freddy, Monty, Sun, and Moon (Separate) X Reader Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮       Character(s): Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery Gator, Daycare Attendant/Sun and Moon (FNaF: Security Breach)        Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Jealousy/Slight Possessiveness, Physical Touch (Hugging, Kissing, etc.) – Besides that, Nothing!        Genre: Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, Romantic or Platonic Relationship        Word Count: ~1,740 words        Request: “Hello there, so it’s my first time requesting for you and I read all the rules and I think I’m ready to request, so Glamrock Freddy, Monty, Sunrise and Moondrop x gn! Reader, (separately), where the reader is giving more attention to the animatronics plushies, rather them the real ones, headcanons. Thank you and feel free to ignore if you find this request confusing. Ps: this message might get spammed, Tumblr is eating my messages lately, so sorry 😅. Anyways, thank you.”        Author’s Note: Don’t worry, this request wasn’t confusing at all – I actually found it really cute and fairly easy to write (sometimes I like requests that don’t take that much brain power haha)! I know other writers have done similar requests, but I just eat this stuff up every time I see it. There’s just something so funny to me about characters getting jealous over a plushie. I hope you like it, and I hope I was able to do your request justice! FYI: All of the characters can be read platonically, but I did add an extra bullet point for each that leans more into romantic territory and is marked as such! (Also, my Sun and Moon bias is showing.)

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     🐻: Freddy doesn’t get jealous very easily; in fact, he’s probably the least possessive animatronic in the entire Pizzaplex (with Chica being a close second)! So, when he notices you fawning over a plushie of himself you bought for yourself at the gift shop, he actually finds it quite adorable. You just look so cute treating the mini/softer version of himself as if it was alive! He may even take a few pictures of the sweet display. It doesn’t bother him in the slightest that you’re excited about your new plushie.

     🐻: However, he does start wondering if you’re trying to make him jealous after a few days of this behavior. In the beginning, he just thought you were excited to have a new stuffed animal for your collection, but he now had a sneaking suspicion that you were doing this on purpose. So, being the mature fellow that he is, Freddy decides to just ask you directly about your behavior. He even tells you that you almost purposefully ignoring him in favor of a stuffed toy makes him feel… not so great.

     🐻: Oh no, your “Make-Freddy-Jealous” plan backfired exponentially – all you ended up doing was make him feel bad! You just wanted to know if he could even feel an emotion like jealousy considering how open and emotionally mature he was… guess you got your answer there. You quickly apologize to Freddy, though, telling him that you could never love a stuffed animal more than you love and care about him. Thankfully Freddy isn’t the type of animatronic to hold a grudge, so your words make his mood brighten immediately. He forgives you fairly quickly since he knows you didn’t mean any harm by your little prank, but he will bring it up in the future to lightheartedly tease you over such a childish stunt.

     🐻 (Romantic Bonus Headcanon): Freddy will just watch you with a somewhat blank stare as you essentially drown the plush in a sea of kisses. There it is, that uncomfortable feeling again… So, he makes his way over to you, gently removing the plush from your grasp and bringing your hands up to cup his face. Freddy smiles at you gently and, with the plushie completely forgotten due to how cute the animatronic in front of you was, you instead started placing kisses all over his faceplate as you both giggle about the absurdity of the situation.

     🐊: Monty was very quickly not happy with the plushie of himself you managed to win in a crane game while you were slacking off taking a break in the Fazcade. At first, he felt his ego soar when he noticed how happy you were to have a smaller stuffed version of himself as you showed it off to him and some of his bandmates, but that feeling quickly faded with all of the attention you were currently giving it and not him (Monty is the complete opposite of Freddy when it comes to jealousy). You two were supposed to be playing golf, not fawning over some stupid doll.

     🐊: He fairly quickly comes up with an idea to get rid of the thing so you two could continue on with your usual hangout routine. Without much more thought to his plan, he goes to enact it. Monty points out something across the course and, when your attention is diverted, he “accidentally” knocks your plushie out of your hands and into the chlorinated water that weaves in and out of the golf course. At first, he finds the look on your face funny, but that’s quickly replaced with guilt when he sees your eyes start tearing up.

     🐊: He quickly grabs the plushie from the water and, with you following close behind him, takes it to one of the staff break rooms where a washer and dryer were located (they were there in case your uniform got dirty in one way or another – it was an establishment primarily for kids, after all, so stains were quite common). He apologizes in a painfully Monty way and, after some more crocodile tears from you, you eventually accept his apology when your beloved prize comes out of the dryer unscathed and only smelling slightly like a public pool. Not that much different from the real thing, honestly.

     🐊 (Romantic Bonus Headcanon): As soon as Monty sees you place a single kiss on the plushie’s face, it’s over for the poor thing. The exact moment your lips make contact with the cottony material, it is hastily grabbed out of your hands and flung across the room, bouncing off the wall with a comedic squeak. It’s unscathed since Monty knows how much you like the stupid thing, but he’s not letting you go near it for the rest of the night. He’ll just fling himself across your lap, making you essentially stuck in place as he demands to have your undivided attention.

     ☀️: When he sees you holding and doting over a stuffed version of himself one of the kids gave to you as a present, Sun feels his non-existent heart soar over the metaphorical moon; you just looked so cute playing with the mini Sun plushie alongside the children! However, once all the kids had left with their respective guardians, you were still playing with the doll. Well, that was strange – normally you’d be spending the last half hour of your shift spending one-on-one time with him. As more time passed and the time for you to clock out was nearing, Sun took it into his own hands to get your attention back on him.

     ☀️: Sun made his way over to you with a smile, easily snatching the plush from your hands and running around the daycare with it in his grasp. If you weren’t going to pay attention to him yourself, he just had to make you! You do as he expected, chasing him around almost as if you two were playing tag (or more in this case keep away). This isn’t quite what he wanted, but Sun was glad you were at least spending time with him, even if said time was mostly you yelling at him as you took time to catch your breath after running around for however long.

     ☀️: For good measure, Sun even puts the plush in timeout on a shelf far above where you could grab it without the need for a stepstool; it was a pain how tall the animatronics were sometimes (plus the fact you couldn’t find a single stepstool in the entire daycare). With crossed arms and a stern façade, Sun asks why bother playing with something that can’t even play back. After all, he thought you liked spending time with him before your shift ended! Believe it or not, Sun has a slight manipulative streak and, since he knows you have a soft spot for him, it doesn’t take very much convincing for you to spend the rest of your shift making arts and crafts rather than fawning over a plushie.

     ☀️ (Romantic Bonus Headcanon): Sun stares you down like a hawk from across the daycare as you place feathery kisses all over the face of the mini Sun. Thankfully the children were gone, so now he could enact his revenge for having to see you fawn over the plush for the past however many hours. Sun makes his way over to you and, without any warning, lifts you up in his arms and holds you the exact same way you’re holding the doll in your hands, placing his unique “kisses” all over your face just as you had done to the plush. Eventually the stuffed toy is forgotten in favor of giving your favorite animatronic your undivided attention.

     🌙: Moon pretty much immediately knows you’re up to something due to the strange amount of attention you were giving the small plushie version of himself. He’s sitting on the floor, cradling one of the children who is fast asleep in his arms as he glared at you from across the daycare. You were babying the mini Moon doll, giving it more attention than you had ever given him. As much as he hated to admit it, it was quite an annoying sight to see. He had no clue why he was becoming jealous over a plush, but he needed to get rid of the thing fast.

     🌙: Gently setting the child down on the soft mat in front of him, Moon silently made his way over to where you were sitting as you fiddled with the small bell on the plushie’s hat. You didn’t even notice Moon approaching until the plush was ripped out of your hands, the small bell jingling as Moon dangled it above your head with a smirk. You were going to shout at him, but he quickly cut that idea off by placing a finger to his mouth and making a “shh” noise between his closed teeth.

     🌙: However, no matter how much you quietly pleaded for him to give it back, Moon drew his arm back and flung the plushie over the glass walls. It landed in the net that surrounded the daycare and now had to sit there before you’d be able to retrieve it after closing. Moon didn’t feel bad in the slightest since you’d easily be able to get it back, but now you were ignoring him on purpose. Oh well, he’s sure you’ll get over it before the night ended. If you gave him the silent treatment for days, however, he would eventually apologize for throwing your stupid doll into the net.

     🌙 (Romantic Bonus Headcanon): The lights were off and you two were finally able to have some time to spend with one another, but here you were kissing a doll of the very animatronic you were supposed to be hanging out with right at that moment. Was Moon jealous over a stuffed toy? Perhaps he was, but he knew a fairly easy way to get your attention back on him. Walking over to where you were currently sitting, Moon sat down beside you and wormed his way into your lap, grabbing your face after batting the plush out of your hands before pulling you down and placing a feathery light kiss on your lips. Now that was certainly one way to get your attention, but it definitely worked out in the end.

[pebblethestone]

The Worng Action masterlist

Vox x Reader / Alastor's sibling

A vox x reader story, the reader can be what ever gender they want am trying my best to leave it as gender neutral as possible for everyone.

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, blood, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

Hazbin Masterlist

5/??

Chapter's

Part 1 - Your brother shown up after 7 years olny to ask you to help at the hotel and a message for the TV.

Part 2 - Going out for a walk what happens when someone shows up and ruins your day?

Part 3 - Making a meal for everyone, having a talk with the older deer, what next a TV appears?

Part 4 - The day of the meeting with Vox could this fix your friendship or make it worse then it is already?

Part 5 - having Dinner with Vox old memories come up how will the night end?

Part 6 - Posting on the 10th of March

Bonus Chapter's;

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Story Information;

Y/n - Age of death 28, Year of death 1931. Year born 1903. Cause of death drowning.

Alastor - Age of death 35, Year of death 1933. Year born 1898. Cause of death shot by a deer hunter.

Vox - Age of death 42, Year of death 1950. Year born 1908. Cause of death ??.

So I just kinda mix some stuff up for these to what I felt like was for best

If you want to be added to the taglist just leave a comment, sorry for the @ i thought it would be easier to put it here so I can copy and paste it.

Taglist;

@hxzbinwrites @22carolina08 @queenlibra134 @decaf-nosebleed @n3tb0t @cyariika @lem0n-eater @kenny-619 @rl800 @pro-crastinator14 @cariexoxoo @rolly-polly-molly @edgyboi10000 @ghostdoodlen @starstarbinks @zamadness @morty-witch @fatherlesschild2 @kintsugi-akane @dickmastersworld @montis-posts

[writinandcrying]

TMNT MASTERLIST

the main one is getting cramped lol

"How can i request a match up?" Guide

SCENARIOS / ONE SHOTS :

Mikey:

Dark corner - Michelangelo(bayverse) x reader (Gender Neutral) - Friends to ????, one sided love, hurt/comfort ( part 1) (part 2) (part3 - TBA) Silent love - Mikey (bayverse) x Reader (Gender Neutral) - pure fluff, pining

Leo:

Jump - Leonardo(bayverse) x Reader (Gender Neutral) - Friends to lovers - hurt/comfort

Raph:

Needs - Raph (rottmnt) x reader (Gender Neutral) - Mentions of death, sickness, fear of losing someone

Donnie:

Waiting room x Deepest Darkness - Song Fic reply that no one asked for - Donnie (rottmnt) x reader Donnie(Bayverse) x Chubby reader - fluff, (more like an analysis basically lol)

Turtle of choice / not specified:

Holiday /Christmas Special - A special gift - Turtle of choice x Gender Neutral reader - Hurt/comfort

TMNT HEADCANONS

Should I stay or should I go? - part 1 ( Leo x reader | Raph x Reader ) - mentions of the pandemic era Should I stay or should I go - part 2 ( Donnie x reader | Mikey x Reader ) - mentions of the pandemic era Turtle height: over analyzed post about the turtles canon height

Addition to "Reader from another dimension" - original headcanon from greenmonstercollarbones

rottmnt x tmnt - tag impressions

the best tmnt headcanon / post ive ever made (meme)

incorrect quotes by yours truly

tiny tmnt x fnaf headcanon - raph really likes monty Sad headcanon feat kong fu panda feels - Boys watching a movie plus getting emotional Non romantic / brotherly Headcanon - bros being bros (part 1) Cafuné / Head pets - Gender neutral reader Type of kisses - all turtles x Gender neutral reader Taking naps with the turtles - all turtles x sleepy reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

ENTJ

Gryffindor

Chaotic Neutral

Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Sent down to earth with the rest of the group, only for a petty crime of trying to feed your sick mother. You had stolen someone else’s rations and a fight broke out. 

⭑ Being in the ship’s cell had hardened you somewhat, but you were able to talk to Clarke who was next door to you. 

⭑ The day you landed on earth, was the day that everything changed. 

⭑ You were no longer safe.

⭑ And so you stood behind those with loud mouths and bravado. John Murphy was the best option, and soon Bellamy was the camp leader. 

⭑ You didn’t like the others on earth, but you did take a liking to Clarke, Octavia, Wells, Jasper, and Monty. 

⭑ Slowly you became part of Clarke’s crew - 

⭑ And Bellamy seemed like such a big arch-nemesis at the time 

⭑ But over time you learned to trust each other, because you had no other choice. And when you saw that changed in Bellamy, something in you shifted. 

⭑ As a significant other, Bellamy is very protective but also very caring. 

⭑ He wants to make sure that you feel comfortable and safe at all times. 

⭑ He can get a bit jealous, but not overly. He isn’t possessive either. 

⭑ Bellamy loves cuddling. And he’s very good to cuddle as well. There’s no greater feeling than having his arms wrapped around you. Nowhere else do you feel this safe. 

⭑ Before doing anything dangerous, Bellamy cups your face in his hands and rubs his lips over your lips. And like a promise, he tells you he loves you and kisses you so deeply. 

⭑ When you’re alone together, you talk about the future and what you want. If you want kids, where you’d want to live etc. If you think of something midday, you’ll try and find each other to add it to the list. E.g., “I want a flower garden” or “I changed my mind I want to live by a lake” etc. 

⭑ He always makes sure that you’ve eaten, and if you’re hungry he’ll get you whatever you want (or whatever is closest to it). 

⭑ You share a room/tent (I mean it changes doesn’t it!) And he has minimal possessions, I mean everyone does now. But you have your little knick-knacks that you’ve created, little gifts from friends. 

⭑ The moment Bellamy fell fully in love with you, was when you had found a few of his favourite books. 

⭑ He doesn’t mind PDA. Bellamy will wait for you to sit next to him so he can hold you against his chest. 

⭑ He would really appreciate you listening to him when he opens up. Not a lot of people know a lot about Bellamy’s interests, hobbies, likes, and dislikes. 

⭑ He would want to marry you, or if that wasn’t possible, he would want to commit to you as much as possible. 

⭑ You do worry about him a lot. It’s in his nature to protect, defend and lead. He raised Octavia, so it’s ingrained in him to be the first to react and step up. 

⭑ He gets surprised when you remember things about him. Especially memories and other people in his life that are long gone

⭑ Bellamy teaches you skills, he doesn’t want you to have to rely on anyone. 

⭑ Doesn’t like it when other people look at you with lust in their eyes. He will move closer to you, but not be too obvious

Theme Song:

‘Davy Jones’ by Fia Oradd

Relationship Tropes:

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

Moon (mysterious, night-person, creative, introverted) (Bellamy) x Eclipse (has so much worth but doesn’t see it, initially closed-off but has the biggest heart) (You)

Rivals to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers

[petrichor-idyllic]

MASTERLIST

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All of my writing and works can be found here. I write for several fandoms and mainly write 'x reader' but I also have my own characters.

Please refer to my rules before requesting.

Requests can be as detailed as you want, but give me the preferred pronouns for the one-shot, or I will default use they/them.

The characters and universes I write for are listed below - character names in bold already have fics written about them, but I write for all on this list.

○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST | ■ SMUT |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

OUTERBANKS

JJ MAYBANK | RAFE CAMERON | KIARA CARRERA | JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE | SARAH CAMERON | POPE HEYWARD

THE MAZE RUNNER

MULTI-CHARACTER

THOMAS | MINHO | NEWT | TERESA | FRYPAN | GALLY | BRENDA | ALBY

(NOTE: Newt is canonically gay, confirmed by the author of TMR: James Dashner. Therefore, I will only write Masc and Gender-neutral reader out of respect for the character.)

THE 100

CLARKE GRIFFIN | JOHN MURPHY | BELLAMY BLAKE | OCTAVIA BLAKE | FINN COLLINS | JASPER JORDAN | MONTY GREEN | RAVEN REYES | HARPER MCLNTYRE

(NOTE: I have only seen the first two seasons pls don't shout at me.)

THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

(Please request characters for this, there are far too many to list.)

PETER PARKER

RORY CULKIN CHARACTERS

CHARLIE WALKER (Scream 4) | EURONYMOUS (Lords of Chaos) | GABRIEL (Gabriel 2014) | CLYDE (Electrik Children) | MIKE (5lbs of Pressure)

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

(These are one-off characters I will write for and what they are from.)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | Call of Duty

RODRICK HEFFLEY | Diary of a Wimpy Kid

MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO | Deadly Class

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CICADA: OUTER BANKS FANFIC IDEA

Mazz Introduction

THE MAZE RUNNER FANFIC IDEA

Vol and friends introduction

[loveandmurders]

If you have time do u think you could write about Thomas Hewitt x S/O who's not scared to stand up for him? A little reckless sometimes and normally they wouldn't get too involved with Hoyt but he says something the S/O can't tolerate? I just think it'd be a little surprising for Thomas to see his partner stand up to Hoyt without looking afraid

Hello there, thank you for this request that was really fun to write for! Our poor Tommy deserves to be taken care of from time to time too!

Gender neutral reader here, and no physical description whatsoever.

Hope you’ll enjoy! <3

Warnings: Morally grey reader, mentions of cannibalism and murders, Hoyt, a few strong words, inapropriate questions from Hoyt (sexual).

You weren’t certain of a lot of things in your existence, but you were positive you were in love with Thomas Hewitt.

You had never believed the whole myth of love at first sight. And yet, the second you had seen him, you had known he was going to be yours, and you, his.

And despite the way of life of his family, you had found your place among them.

Of course, Hoyt didn’t trust you, Monty wasn’t particularly fond of you, but Luda Mae was like your own mother now and Tommy was adoring you with everything he had.

You were truly happy, and you had adapted yourself quite easily. Love was making you resilient.

You were trying your best to stay inside the Hewitt’s property most of the time. When you were in town or somewhere else, you always were with Tommy or Mama.

It was the only way you had found to not seem suspicious, or you knew Hoyt would find a way to have you dead in the minute.

The Hewitt’s liked you home though because you truly were useful in the house and in the end, they were all benefiting your presence.

For instance, you had revealed yourself to be very good at baking and from now on the family wasn’t only having a very nice meal done by Luda Mae, they would also eat the best desserts they ever tasted.

And it was the only moment the house would be quiet because everyone would be enjoying their slice of cake.

You were trying your best. Truly.

Well, you might try your best for your new family and you might stay inside the property most of the time, but it didn’t mean you were all quiet and peaceful.

Actually, the house was filled with your laughter and witty remarks.

Luda Mae, Tommy, and even Monty, were enjoying it a lot. They loved how you were bringing life into the house, and a positive vibe.

You were a little, and yet fierce, sunshine.

A sunshine Tommy worried about from time to time.

When you were growing bored, you were always finding the worst idea possible.

And you weren’t afraid of the victims Hoyt, and sometimes Tommy, were bringing home to cook later.

You were actually quite curious about them.

You didn’t mind the killing at all, you were no one to judge the Hewitt’s, especially when they were (most of them) treating you so well.

You were reckless enough to talk to your future meals sometimes, and to toy a little with them as well, but you never participated in the manslaughtering. 

Tommy would have never allowed it anyways, and he was already quite unhappy when you would stay around the victims.

Sometimes he wondered if you realised how much danger you were in.

You sometimes did, but you never really cared.

You knew that Tommy was watching over you and that nothing could happen to you. And when he wasn’t there, Mama was making sure you were alright as well.

She truly loved you like her own flesh, and she had needed another presence in the house for quite some time already.

But she always let you play with the tourists, because she didn’t see why you couldn’t have fun as well.

Tommy disagreed a lot.

And after each time he had to pull you away from a tourist, you were trying to make it up to him at night, cuddling him more tenderly than usual. 

It wasn’t like he was mad at you anyways, he just prefered to know his bright sunshine was safe in his embrace.

You were happy together.

You were happier when Hoyt could leave the two of you alone though.

The only thing you hated in the family was the constant yelling from Hoyt and all the arguments coming from his toxic behaviour.

And when there was an argument, you always tried to not be part of it, or to calm things down.

You tried your best to stay away from Hoyt too, because you knew he could be really rough and you didn’t want to give him the pleasure to hurt you.

You didn’t want to force Tommy to stand up for you when he already had so much to deal with.

And you didn’t like Hoyt anyways, so you had no reason to stay in the same room as him, except for the meal times.

You hated the most when you were hearing him insult Tommy though. It would always break your heart and you would make sure to reassure Tommy right after.

You couldn’t let your man believe he was truly not good enough for his family, when they would all starve to death without him.

Tommy only half believed your kind words, but it always appeased him to know that at least one person in his life was truly loving him and looking after him.

He loved you more than anything in his existence and he was also trying his best for you to not be around when he knew Hoyt was going to yell at him. 

He didn’t like how it would instantly sadden you.

He needed you to be happy and out of trouble.

But today Hoyt was really in a slaughtering mood.

It was hard to know why, but the man probably needed some sleep and a better diet.

You knew it wasn’t going to be a good day when you went into the kitchen for breakfast, and Hoyt was already arguing with Mama.

It was rare he was like that with her, so you decided to just grab a glass of orange juice and to go work on the garden. Tommy was already working in the basement.

At lunch, Hoyt seemed to be in an even worse mood than before.

You settled at the table, quite silent for once, which worried Tommy and he grabbed your hand under the table to check on you if you were alright.

You sent him a gentle smile and leaned to press a kiss on his chin, which made him softly smile as well.

Hoyt made disgusted noises as he watched the two of you.

“Ya’re pathetic, boy.”

You both turned to Hoyt, in surprise. And none of you said anything.

“Is he even fuckin’ ya right, kid?” he asked you and you were shocked. ‘M sure he’s not. He can be tall and all, but he’s a pathetic pussy” Hoyt continued.

The misogynistic expression and the way he talked to your Tommy, instantly angered you like never before. 

You tried to contain yourself and to keep quiet as you squeezed Tommy’s hand to calm down.

“Ya’re such a dumb freak, boy, and ya’ll die alone, because they’ll leave you” Hoyt added and this time it was too much for you to bear.

Rage flashed through your eyes as you stared down at the man.

“Shut the fuck up, Hoyt” you said.

“What did ya say?” he asked you. Everyone was watching you with wide eyes; no one talked like that to Hoyt.

“I said shut the fuck up” you repeated with a stronger voice. You had no fear because your anger was too powerful.

“Bitch…” he started but you cut him before he could continue

“You’re the pathetic little bitch here, you know that? The family would die without Tommy, but we all would be better without you. So you have no right to speak to him like that.” you told him “And for the record, yes he fucks me well and he is the best partner I could wish for. He is smart and strong, he is handsome and caring.” you added as Thomas blushed at your words. He hadn’t expected such fierce love coming from you and he couldn’t react. “You’re the one who will die alone, Hoyt, cause no one loves you.” you continued, feeling quite good to be able to spit on him like that.

He stood up to intimidate you, a little bit speechless for a few instants.

You stood up too.

He might be taller than you but you weren’t going to let him dominate you. You locked eyes with him, your fists clenched.

“Who the fuck do ya think you are?” he finally said and you laughed.

“The one who tells you to fuck off” you replied and he took his gun.

You grabbed the meat knife that was lying on the table, ready to strike if he would dare aim at you.

Thomas, who had watched you in total bewilderment so far, got up and separated the two of you. Luda Mae also placed herself in front of Hoyt.

“Have ya lost your minds, you two?” she asked and both you and Hoyt groaned.

“Ya should apologise for what you said to Tommy” you continued even if Thomas forced you to put the knife down.

Full of rage, Hoyt was about to aim at you this time, but Mama and Thomas prevented him. Thomas roughly took the gun from him and placed it on the table as well.

“Ain’t afraid of you old man, and I’m tired of hearing you yell at Tommy. I’ll fucking kill you next time” you threatened.

This time, Thomas had to push Hoyt out of the house, or nothing would have been able to stop the two of you from fighting.

Luda Mae stayed with you and tried to calm you down, but she was secretly pleased. Hoyt needed someone to shut him up from time to time, and she was glad Tommy had found someone who loved him that much.

After a little while, you went into your shared bedroom. You weren’t hungry anymore anyways.

You were grumbling to yourself when Thomas opened your bedroom door.

“Hoyt’s gone?” you asked and he nodded. 

He gestured at the window and you went there in time to see Hoyt taking his car and driving away. He looked really pissed and you were glad.

As you were watching at the window, Thomas wrapped his arms from behind you and hugged you tightly against his chest.

You looked up at him. His touch was appeasing you now.

He nuzzled into your neck before gently kissing your skin. He was maskless so you could fully enjoy the feel of his lips on you.

He tightened his hold and continued to cuddle you like that, as a way to thank you for having stood up for him. 

No one ever did that for him. He was used to being bullied and abused, so it was a nice change, even if he would prefer if you could stay out of Hoyt’s sight for a while.

You turned into his embrace and cupped his face.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes shining with adoration for you.

“You know I meant what I said earlier. You’re perfect” you murmured to him and he shyly smiled at you.

He had no idea how to react to that, and he couldn’t believe such an extraordinary person like you could love him that much. He wasn’t certain he deserved you but you made him very happy.

You never stopped to surprise him and amaze him.

“And I’ll do it again, I’ll kill him if I need to” you continued.

He groaned and shook his head. He didn’t want you to fight for him even if it was warming his heart to know you cared so much about him.

He needed you safe more than anything and he knew how dangerous Hoyt could be.

He scooped you up in his arms, fully taking advantage of his strength, and gently placed you on the bed.

He topped over you before starting to worship you, his lips and hands attached to your body and roaming your skin in delight.

All the fights were leaving you when he was doing that. Your anger was completely forgotten now as all you could do was moan in well-being.

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[michaelmyersmybeloved]

Hello there, candy!!! I can see ur requests are open. Can i ask for a request with Thomas Hewitt with a fem!s/o who is only able to move with the help of a wheelchair? Something from the fluff category, please :3

take care of yourself and eat on time!!

This request is actually so cute. I myself am not a wheelchair user so please tell me if I get something wrong or say something wrong !!

The reason for the reader being in a wheelchair will be up for interpretation, no limbs will be specified missing or not.

No warnings other than mentions of your friends being brutally murdered, but its not in detail just mentions.

Minors dni!!

Thomas Hewitt x fem!s/o who uses a wheelchair

He was mesmerized the second he saw you using your arms to move yourself along the short distance from the vehicle you came from into Luda Mae's shop, he's never laid eyes on someone with a mobility aid ! (other than crutches)

Wants to meet you but is far too shy.

Luda mae notices and she gives him a little nudge (Older women got insane matchmaking skills I swear)

He nervously walked up to you for the first time and was blushing profusely, though you couldn't tell cus of his mask. Poor boy couldn't even get any words out.

When Luda introduces him he feels like he might melt !! He's a precious man, albeit murderous.

After your friends get brutally murdered, and you're chained up in the basement, Tommy begs Luda and Charlie to keep you. Luda of course says yes, but Hoyt takes a bit more convincing.

Once you're a bit more warmed up to the place, you're allowed to move around freely and interact with the objects in the household.

They don't really bother with trying to keep you tied nowhere, how are you gonna escape? Ru N ?

Once you reciprocate Tommy's love, he doesn't leave you alone incase you get hurt trying to push yourself somewhere. Before, he was keeping his distance due to not wanting to scare you.

Eventually you find yourself infatuated with him, and the house he lives, even the lifestyle they live, as long as Tommy is there, you love every second of whatever you're doing.

Snuggles are what consists of your nightly routine with this big man, he's cuddle material just look at him <33

Once you and monty got stuck in the hallway cus you both thought you could fit thru at the same time. Charlie pointed and laughed while Tommy was frantically trying to loosen the tightly wedged together chairs. Luda wasn't there to record </3

Once you found yourself in Tommy's lap and needing to pee but you didn't have your chair working due to an issue with the wheel, so Tommy carried you to the washroom !! He's thoughtful, and he carries you out when you're done.

No matter how embarrassed you are, he will never think less of you because of your wheelchair.

HEY GIRLIEPOPS (gender neutral)

IM BACK

DID YA MISS ME

School got rough but now I'm slaying again lol

Anyways send more requests in pls I'm finally getting to them <33

[blackmambaboobs]

Pizza plex crew with a quiet s/o???? :0

Pizza Plex Crew X Gender Neutral Quiet Reader Headcanons: Freddy: -Doesn't mind you're quiet, but he's differently not used to it! -He'll often ask you if you're okay, just in case! -When he realizes that's just how you are, he doesn't question it as much! -He finds your quietness nice! After all, the Pizza Plex is loud and it's a nice change of pace! Monty: -He's not used to your quietness, after all, he's the exact opposite- -He'll ask you if you're okay and realizes it's just how you are! -He plays quiet tunes on his bass (as quiet as it can be), he still wants to impress you, after all! -He often worries he's boring you, but you reassure him you're just quiet and find him amazing (he'll puff out his chest with pride). Chica: -Doesn't really notice? She knows you're quiet, but knows that everyone's different! -She appreciates your quietness, finds relaxing and a good change of pace from the very busy and loud Pizza Plex! -She'll of course ask you if you're okay! She loves you, after all! -She still shares her food with you regardless if you're loud or not! Roxy: -She thinks you hate her or something 'cause you're quiet, but once you explain, she understands (but still worries). -Once she truly realizes that's how you are, she finds it nice and relaxing! -Since you're the exact opposite of her, she appreciates the fact that you often help calm her down. -She'll fight anyone that dares to find you quiet "weird" or "boring"! DJMM: -He doesn't see your quietness as bad or anything, he honestly finds it cute! -He appreciates the fact that you aren't loud like the rest of the Pizza Plex! It's nice! -He'll often choose calm tunes for you if you prefer it! But he is surprised if you choose louder tunes since you're quiet! -Thinks you're lovely, regardless! Sundrop: -So confused?? -He knows adult aren't usually loud, but you're quiet, he's not used to it, TBH- -Since he's a 'bot made for kids and is loud, he'll often find ways to make you excited and more loud? If that makes sense? -Once he realizes that's just your personality, he finally understands! -He appreciates your quietness, don't get me wrong, he loves the kids and their excitement, but he wants quiet times too, and you help that- -He loves you so much! Moondrop: -Already knew about your quietness from observing you around the Pizza Plex. -He appreciates your quietness and even uses you as an example for the kids when they decided to be loud when the other kids are sleeping. -When he's spending time with you, you both often sit in silence while he hums soft tunes. -He loves you regardless if you're quiet or not-

[mitsvriii]

Memories

TW’s: Mentions of death, William Afton, cursing

Pairings: Michael Afton x reader, Glamrock Freddy x reader?, past Michael Afton x Jeremy Fitzgerald, slight Glamrock Freddy x Glamrock Bonnie

Reader type: Can be any but reader uses gender neutral pronouns

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: the urge to write lookalike like look-a-like, i hate putting Michael and William’s names in the same color, Glammike Au, yes William is his own trigger warning even if he’s only mentioned as “father” like once, i screwed with the timeline to fit the story, Michael’s a dumbass but we love him, humanoid animatronics because i can’t describe animatronics for the life of me, Glamrock Bonnie is silly goofy, might make a short series of this if it does good, Glamrock Bonnie’s personality and design is not accurate as he is not in-game, Glamrock Bonnie makes Bugs Bunny references because he’s like that, i wrote this during a hyperactive swing so it’s gonna be quirky

Michael remembers. Something that he’s never been fond of. He remembers his siblings, his parents, friends, old jobs, animatronics, souls, his old lovers. The memories fade in and out, something he blames on the programming in the stupid human form of an animatronic.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t hate it. But it was tiring to say the least. Having to put on shows with kids climbing and clinging onto you, it always brought him back to when Elizabeth would clutch onto him. Begging him to convince his father to let her near Circus Baby.

But at least the rest of the animatronics made it manageable. Glamrock Chica always made bubbly jokes, Roxanne gave decent good advice, Monty was…well Monty. And then there was Glamrock Bonnie.

He reminded Michael of Jeremy to an extent, he even gave him the nickname “Bon”. Bon cracked jokes and had the sense of humor that Michael could stand. He gave him cheeky smiles and seemed to beam whenever he showed up near the bowling area. If Michael didn’t know any better he’d assume Bon liked him.

But whenever Michael contemplated asking him of his feelings, his mind traced back to you and Jeremy. Although it was mostly you. Michael had dated Jeremy on and off until he died after being bit by Mangle. He then somehow found comfort in you.

You two had met up somehow when he moved in your neighborhood after he moved away from his birth state. You had lived in the neighborhood for a while, and he learned early on that you were quite a busy bee.

He remembers how you brought him over some cookies as a housewarming gift, apologizing in advance if he didn’t like the flavor. He simply brushed it off and took them anyways.

Your visits got more frequent to the point were you two become close friends. You would stay over at his house to watch “The Immortal and The Restless” with him, not quite understanding why he seemed to be so obsessed with the show.

But despite your jests and teases you always stayed and watched every episode with him. He seemed to enjoy your company, always managing to fall asleep with his head on your shoulder.

He was cute when he sleep, although you never told him that until later on when you two were together. You had a habit with playing with his hair, running your hand through his chocolate locks.

Throughout the numerous compliments and flirts about his appearance, you never said anything about his eyes for some reason. He found that weird but didn’t push it. Maybe it was another quirk of yours.

The rest of the memories of you were blurry. He could never make out a full memory of you two while he was working at Circus Baby’s, nor when you two got together. He does remember how tightly you hugged after he showed up a few days after retching up Ennard. Not caring about the smell or the fact he was a corpse now.

He was evem more surprised when you still stayed with him when he blandly told you about his new condition. He remembers how things seemed to get rougher in your relationship, between his quest to free all of the souls and the frequent night shifts.

He let out a chuckle as he thought back on the face you made when he told you he burned down a building with his dad in it. You didn’t seem to know whether to laugh or scold him.

Burn down a building….

He frowned as the thought crossed his mind. The last fire he started was the one that quite literally turned his life upside down. His soul must have been stuck in some sort of coma because he doesn’t know how long it had been.

One minute he was burning, ready to go see ve with his siblings and mother, leaving his father behind and the next he was being tested for malfunctions. He wondered if you were even still alive. He would go look but it’s not like he could leave.

And god forbid he try to ask around for information about you. If you were dead he’d be seen as a lunatic and if you weren’t nobody would probably know who you were. For all he knew you might not be even living here anymore.

Michael jumped as he felt a finger tap his shoulder, he turned to glance at who poked him. Bon was stood there with furrowed brow, a lip tugged between his teeth as he chewed on it nervously. A pet peeve Michael picked up on his first week as Glamrock Freddy.

“Are you okay? You seemed…off”, Bon spoke, tilting his head a little, “Did you not get your software update done last night?”

Bon’s joke seemed to do little to help with Michael’s mood, causing him to frown. His jokes always helped him, even if it was a little bit, so why not now?

“Fred? You good?”

Good, Michael hadn’t been “good” since he was with you. Bon sighed before shifting closer to Michael, peering at him with curious and worried eyes. “Fred? Anyone in there?”

Michael shifted his eyes back from the floor to Bon’s, a blush of embarrassment covering his face as he realized his lack of response. He shifted back a little, causing the humanoid bunny’s ears to droop a little. Though he quickly covered it up.

”Say Bon…do you know a {name} {last name}?”

“Uh”, Bon chewed on his lip again as he seemed to rack his brain for answers, “Not really? Actually I’m gonna give it to ya straight doc I don’t.”

“Right”, Michael sighed as he leaned against the wall. He looked around the Pizzaplex, his eyes seemed to dim. Bon said nothing as he leaned against the wall beside him, hesitantly grabbing Michael’s hand as an act of comfort.

“Are they uh, are they your friend or?…”

Michael opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. What was he to say anyways? Hey my name’s actually Michael Afton and I’m possessing this humanoid animatronic. My dad’s a serial killer and my family’s dead.

“Bon do you trust me?”

“With my life”, the response was almost immediate and his grip on Michael’s hand seemed to tighten.

“I need to tell you something”, Michael glanced at Bon before releasing his hand, motioning for him to follow, “C’mon, we’ll go to my “room”.”

If someone were to search up a picture to match the word flabbergasted, Glamrock Bonnie’s current face would show up. He was gaping like a fish out of water at him, shifting on the orange couch.

Bon let out a dry laugh, “You uh, you sure are funny doc I’ll give you that. Seems like you really did miss that software update.”

Bon only chuckled nervously at Michael’s blank expression. A low and long sigh leaving him at the sight of it. “Okay Michael…so what do you want me to do with this information?”

“I want you to help me find out about {name}, just anything at all. You could ask Vanessa, you two are close.”

Bon raised an eyebrow as he got off of the couch, stretching, “She hates me. And she’s always looking at me like she wants to kill me or something. It’s weird.”

“I’ll help you the best I can Fred, but it’s only a matter of time before like, you’ll have to spill the beans”, Bon walked over and gave Michael’s shoulder a playful punch, “I’ll report back in a few sergant.”

Bon mock-saluted before leaving the room, leaving Michael alone once again. A sigh left him as he watched Bon almost hop away from the window. He could only hope that he would return with good news.

[sacrificialblood]

tender butcher, can’t you feel it?

please take whatever this is. reader is gender neutral but there is a short part that mentions where they wear a dress but it can be skipped over

word count: 3.2k | thomas hewitt x gn!reader

warnings: violence, typical tcm type stuff

The sound of yelling in the old house is dizzying, though that could just be the possible concussion talking. There’s too many people in the room, all talking over each other, shouting to be heard by the others. It’s difficult to tell what they are saying but it’s not hard to make some inferences given the state of them, bloodied and scared, which only makes them more dangerous. You used to be intimidated by people who only looked scary, but you’ve been through this enough times to know that there is no one more dangerous than someone scared and backed into a corner. 

The sharp point of the screwdriver pointed against your neck only serves as a reminder to that fact.

Luda Mae has her hands clasped tightly on the back of the sofa, staring head on at a shotgun, unwavering and still commanding the air despite her place. She glances at you, tight lipped and fuming. Hoyt's no better off, his own revolver pointed right between his eyes. To them, Monty is no threat, no one keeps an eye on him, and while he may be one of the more passive people in the house, he still has his ways. He had brought his cane down against the floor, displacing dust and dirt, a tried and true signal for Thomas to come upstairs. 

Hoyt’s shouting over the leader, throwing threats around like it’s nothing. If he was going to make a move, you doubt he’d get very far – he knows it too. He tries because God forbid he goes down without a fight, even if it’s pure postering for the sake of it. His threats eventually muddle out along with the leader’s annoyed shouts of ‘shut up’. Someone is still missing. Thomas hasn’t answered Monty’s call. It may take a minute for him to head upstairs but it never takes him this long. Where is he? He should be here.

You try to think of when you saw him last but your mind keeps going blank. The day had already been so long by the time the strangers had been pushed into the house by Hoyt, there hadn’t been so much of a trace of Thomas since you parted after breakfast. You had your own work to do as did he. 

He must have taken off after one of the intruders, he must have, even down in the basement with the door shut, he would hear the commotion. Or if he’d been out in the barn or in the pig pen, he could still be out there not knowing what’s going on. Unlikely considering all the yelling. Oh, what if he’s been hurt? You don’t think you could bear it. He’s been hurt before, it’s unavoidable in this life, and it doesn’t get any easier to see him bleeding, to hear his low groans of pain when you fix him up in the privacy of your shared room. 

Nothing makes you panic like uncertainty.

“Give us back our keys or we're blowing the old hag’s head off,” the leader points to Luda Mae, who doesn’t waver beneath his gaze. His arm shakes and his jaw clenched, displeased by her lack of fear, and then points at you. “Then this bitch is getting stuck like a pig.”

The man holding you presses the screwdriver against your neck tighter, a promise of what’s to come. 

You don’t fear death. You’ve been at his door so many times since you first came here that it means nothing now. You don’t fear death, you’re only scared of what would happen if you died and Thomas should live. That’s the only thing that keeps you going, the only thing that keeps you fighting, otherwise you would have been happy to die at the hands of one of these strangers.

Hoyt curls his lip into a smirk, revealing dip stained gums and whiskey stenched breath, and chuckles as if he knows something you don’t. “You’re gonna want to apologize. Else you ain’t gonna like what comes next.”

You hear it then, heavy breathing and heavy steps, and you smile in relief. You can’t see him, can’t turn to him with the heavy pressure of the man’s forearm pressed against your throat and the screwdriver digging into the side of your neck. Thomas lumbers over into the family room, chainsaw and what looks to be the head of one of their friends in his hands. He doesn’t hide either one, just drops the head on the ground, everyone watches it roll across the warped wood floors until it stops right at the leaders feet, a dare for the people holding you hostage.

“Annie!”

The man holding you whips around at the name and looks down. You feel him stiffen from behind you, arm flexing and he drives the screwdriver deeper into you and you can’t help the whimper that comes out. Your hands fly up to the man's forearm and you try to pry it away. It’s no use.

“Keep it together!”

You look at Thomas; you can see the dangerous glint in his eyes and his lips curl into a snarl behind the mask.

You watch him carefully, giving him as thorough of a once over as you can, trying to spot any sign of injury or harm, but all you find is blood soaking him to the bone. You can’t tell which of it is his and which of it belongs to the bodiless woman. The strangers lose their composure, frightened of your man filling the doorway and blocking out the little light provided by the setting sun and whose heavy breath permeates the air. The shotgun is no longer pointed at Luda Mae, but at Thomas. Yes, he is the most dangerous person in the room but they underestimate the rest of you. Too caught up in the immediate threat of a large man wielding a chainsaw, they forget that there are other threats in the room just waiting to pounce.

Hoyt is the first to move. Slaps the gun out of the kid’s hands and has his hands wrapped around his neck. They are on the ground in seconds.

One of the other boys curses and tries to cock the shotgun but his inexperience in handling a gun and watching too many spaghetti westerns set him up for failure. 

It’s never easy to see this first hand. You’ve never had the stomach for it like the family does. You didn’t grow up on a farm, didn’t work around carcasses. Your life was soft, a good life, murder and blood were never on your mind. You’re not as vicious.

Love does funny things.

The screwdriver is no longer a threat, it’s yours now, wrestled easily from the shocked man, and it has a new target in sight.

In all, it lasted hardly two minutes, but it felt like hours, waiting for the roar of the chainsaw to cut and the ringing in your ears from the blast of the shotgun to fade out. 

*

You’ve been cleaning well into the night, on your hands and knees with a scrub brush and a bucket of warm, soapy water that quickly turned red. Luda Mae helped for as long as she could, stripping blankets off the couch and the covers from the pillows and couch cushions. She let it all sit in a giant tub and began scrubbing as hard as she could. She’s a miracle worker when it comes to blood stains. 

The men haven’t been much help. Monty went to his room as soon as possible and Hoyt had a few glances of whiskey and watched you clean a little too long. Thomas had his own work to do, hefting bodies down to the basement and preparing them for the cleaver.

You throw the brush into the bucket and perch yourself on your knees, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. You’ve been at it for hours now, washing the floors, the walls, scraping dried blood from the furniture and television set. Thomas gets messy when he works and it doesn’t help that his weapon of choice is a chainsaw. But the messes are usually contained to one or two people. Killing four people in the same room at the same time is out of the ordinary. You throw the brush back into the pail. You’ve done what you can to clean. 

You dump the contents of the pail down the kitchen sink, watch the red swirl down the deep drain and stain the old porcelain. Just another thing to clean in a house that doesn’t ever stay clean. No matter how many times you’ve attempted to pick up and deep clean, your effort goes unnoticed and quickly accumulates the grime again. You don’t waste your energy on it anymore.

You notice Luda Mae still outside, hanging up the wash on the line. She’s been going at it just as long as you, handwashing every piece of damn cloth that was in the room, not even the moth eaten curtains were spared from the splatter. Really, you should go up to bed, you’ve done your job. This is the only opportunity you’ve had in a while to take the rest of the night for yourself, take a shower in peace, get ready for bed and fall asleep without Tommy snoring right in your ear. You won’t be able to though and you shouldn’t sleep alone, not with the pounding still in your head. You’d feel safer with him next to you.

“Mama, aren’t you tired?” you ask as you approach her. It was her idea for you to call her Mama, if you were going to be ‘going steady’ with her boy, that was close enough to marriage for her, because you wouldn’t be leaving him, you’d be dead before that could even happen, and if you were married that meant you were family. You don’t like it much, she’s not your mother, never could be even as maternal as she is towards you, but it keeps her happy and keeps you in her good graces.

“‘M fine, child.”

You take one of the blankets and a few clothes pins from the basket and start hanging it on the line. 

“Why aren't you in bed? You finish those floors?”

“Yes, Mama. I’m just waiting on Thomas.”

She only nods. You know where Thomas learned his stubbornness from. You lay your hand over the top of hers, stopping her from pinning down the fabric. She whips her head to look down at your hands.

“Why don’t you go on up to bed? I can take care of the rest of this while I wait,” you grip her hand a little tighter, “Mama, please.”

“No,” she shakes out of your grip and continues on with her task, “We all got our jobs.”

“You’ve all been saying I’ve gotta pull my own weight around here, so let me. You’ve done enough tonight. I can take over from here.” You take the blanket from her with a little force, maybe it was a little rude to take it out of her hands like that but she sure has a grip on her. You’re sure she’s glaring at you but you ignore it. 

“Fine. But you better be up bright and early in the morning to help. You want to pull your weight? You got it.”

“Good night, Mama.”

She hums and waves you off, “G’night.”

The door slams shut behind her, not of any fault on Luda Mae, the door is one heavy thing and with this wind it’s bound to make a ruckus. The men aren’t gonna wake up for it though. Lazy pigs.

You like hanging the wash on the line. Hearing the blankets rustle around from the breeze, the light of the moon and porch light guiding you. It’s peaceful even if the dry grass around your ankles makes your skin itch. The cool breeze nearly carries you away. It gives you time to think. 

There’s not many moments of peace in the house, not with the way it looks or the inhabitants and the butchering, but out here, under the wide open sky with the man in the moon smiling down on you, everything feels okay for once. It gives you room to think and dream. This life isn’t sustainable, there’s no doubt that eventually someone will escape and report the family to the police.

You don’t like to think too far into the future. Knowing whatever plan you had before Thomas and any plan you might make with him won’t come true. You’re chasing smoke. 

You finish hanging the line quicker than you thought you would. The idea of doing nothing while waiting around for Tommy fills you with knots but there’s not much to do about it. You take the basket with you to the porch and sit on the steps. It’s bone deep exhaustion that keeps you there, you can’t even be sure when the last time you felt like this. Must’ve been one of the first few days here, after the adrenaline had worn off, after having been chased all around the property by Hoyt and caught in a bear trap, after being strapped down to a table for hours just to watch the meat hooks hung above you, waiting for death to come knocking. 

The basement door opening pulls you out of it. He steps into the living room, trailing aimlessly through the first floor while you try to work words out. You try not to think about the beginning too much, it makes you regress to a mentality that you should have never left behind. Makes you fearful and skittish and Thomas doesn’t like that, will whine and muzzle his head into your shoulder, trying to apologize for something he doesn’t know. 

“Out here.”

Thomas opens the door and it slams just as loud as when Luda Mae went through it. You rest your head against your knees and wrap your arms around your legs. You’re not sure what you want. You look past the yard, out into the trees, trying to find something out there.

The stairs creak and shudder under his weight as he steps down to meet you and sit next to you. He leans forward, arms crossed over his chest. The reek of blood and viscera is strong enough to make your stomach curl. You both smell horrible, you’ve only gotten used to your own stench.

“Missed you.” It isn’t said with much conviction, you’re much too tired for that, but you reach out your hand for him. He takes it without hesitation.

He watches the tree line too. His mask is starting to degrade, the skin shivering up from the dryness and the holes around the nose, eyes and mouth have started to fray and curl. It’s not your favorite of the masks, you didn’t find the man who owned it very pleasant but Thomas liked his features enough to take it from him. His thumb brushes against your knuckles and he leans his face against your hair, exhaling against you. He must not have found the trees as interesting.

There’s not much you can find either.

You move down a step and push yourself to sit between his legs.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” you ask as you pull his arms down, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to examine him. All you see is old scars and dried blood.

Tommy hunches down to look over your shoulder, and shakes his head.

“No, of course you’re not,” you drop one of his hands and reach up to cup his cheek, “You would’ve come right to me to get patched up now, wouldn’t you?”

He presses his cheek against yours, rumbling happily in the back of his throat. You crinkle your nose at the smell of dried skin, it’s one of the few things that you can’t get used to, but you nuzzle him back nonetheless. He’s in a good mood, a very good mood considering the day, and the last thing you want to do is spoil that. His hand, the one still holding yours, plays with your fingers, winding them together then letting go to stroke around your knuckles and down to your wrist, glide back up and link your fingers together again. You smile and press a quick kiss to his jaw. 

His affections, and yours, continue for longer. You’re both tired but being together again with no one else around, with no demands to be made and knowing that it will be hours until you have to break apart from the other, revitalizes you, just enough to drag the night out a little longer. It ends sooner than you want it to. He nearly falls asleep with his forehead pressed against your shoulder and you finally relent. With a quick jostle of your shoulder, he’s awake and alert again but quickly relaxes when he realizes there is nothing wrong. He leans back on the steps and opens his legs wider to let you stand up. A gentle tug is enough to coax him to his feet. He takes the lead, pulls you close to his side, desperate not to be far from you as you enter the house.

*

It’s time to take stock of it all when the bedroom door closes and he does up the small latch; Hoyt has no sense of boundaries, especially when there’s chores to be done that he doesn’t particularly feel like doing himself. You feel like you can breathe again now that you’re locked in the safety of your room. It’s a little piece of heaven saved just for the two of you. Clean and organized and homey, with a bed made every morning and the curtains open to let in some sunshine.

Tommy is careful when it comes to helping you out of your clothes, takes his sweet time undoing each button down the front of your dress and peels the fabric away from your skin with a gentle touch. It’s a shame that the blood has dried onto the dress, it was one of your favorites, Tommy’s too. You’re left in your underthings, a little too tight for your liking, but that’s the way it is, enduring discomfort because that’s all you can afford. Your own underwear had been ruined, shredded to pieces within a matter of months here. There’s marks there when he peels back the fabric, indents left from pinching, and his hands wander over them, massaging the tenseness from your muscles. Flakes of blood come off from the friction of skin on skin.

You look down at the fabric pooled at your feet, step out of it and kick it behind you as you get started on unbuttoning his shirt while he undoes the knot on his tie. The process is simple and familiar. How many nights you’ve spent like this, taking care of each other, running hands over the other looking for any signs of injury. You look up at him and smile. Behind the mask, you can see him return it.

[wolfman-moony]

 Fanfic requests open!

My requests for stories are open!!

I’ll write any character on this list x male reader, non-binary reader, gender neutral reader, gender fluid reader, any specific pronouns you request I’ll do.

My rules on what type of stories I will, and will not right↓

Fandom and characters I’ll write for!

~Harry potter~

Draco Malfoy

Blaze Zebini

Viktor Krum

George Weasley

Bill/William Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

~Stranger Things~

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Gareth Emerson

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

~Julie and the phantoms~

Alex Mercer (i’ll only write male reader for him)

Reggie Peters

Luke Patterson

Willie

Nick

~Descendants~

Harry Hook

Gil LeGume

Carlos De Vil

Jay

~The 100~

(Note: I’ve only watched the first two seasons of the 100 so far)

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

John Murphy

~D & D Honor among thieves~

Doric

Simon Aumar

~The school for good and evil movie~

Hort Hook

Hester

~Z nation~

10K

Sarge/Lilly Madison Mueller

~Okja~

Silver

Blonde

~Words on the bathroom wall~

Joaquin

~Diary of a wimpy kid~

Rodrick Heffley

~The Entitled~

Dean Taylor

~The Santa clause movies~

Bernard the head elf

~Evil Dead Rise~

Danny

~Matthew Lillard Characters~ 

Tim LaFlour

Stu Macher

Shaggy Rogers

Stevo

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein

William Afton

Brock Hudson

Roger Sperling

And most any other character Me has played as long as I know the character 

[woodandwaxwings]

Guide

if there's no link then I haven't written a fic for this fandom yet, feel free to request. Male and gender neutral reader only and I will write semi-nsfw now but nothing further than that. crossed out I no longer write for.

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes, Michonne, Ricky dicky doo da Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Tyreese Williams (More to add bc I haven't finished the show yet)

The 100

Bellamy Blake, Monty Greene, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, King Roan, John Murphy, Raven Reyes

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Victor Bruntley, Fiona Frauenfeld, Hugh Apiston Bronwyn Bruntley, Emma Bloom, Jacob Portman

It(2017)

All of the Losers club

Alice In Borderland

Kiuna Hikari, Chishiya Shuntarou, Arishu Ryohei, Ann Rizuna, Tatta Kōdai

Once Upon A Time

Peter Pan, Felix, Henry Mills, Regina Mills, Emma Swan

Marauders Era (Harry Potter)

Regulus Black, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene, Dorcas

Heartbreak High

Anthony Vaughn, Spencer White, Malakai Mitchell, (more to be added)

The Order

One Piece (Live Action)

Luffy D. Monkey, Sanji Vinsmoke

My Babysitter's a Vampire

sarah rq

Fic Reccomendations

Full Fanfics

Candy Hearts (Quinn Fabray x Male Reader)

Shut Me Up (Kitty Wilde x Male Reader)

[strigeist]

Introduction, I guess?

Hi, welcome to my blog! I've been meaning to do this for a while so I'm excited.

I write fanfiction, basically. One-shots, drabbles and headcannons. Requests are more than welcome since I struggle with getting ideas! The fandoms I will write for are:

Encanto

Five Nights At Freddy's (SB only)

Ace Attorney (I've only played up to the Mask☆DeMasque case so keep that in mind)

Identity V

The Arcana

Twilight

I will primarily focus on x readers, but I do have a few pairings I love and will also take requests for pairings.

Below the cut I will add the specific characters I write for and my rules! (I will also be highlighting my faves hehe).

Encanto

Camilo, Mirabel, Luisa, Isabela, Bruno.

FNAF SB

Monty, Freddy, Roxy, Chica, Moon, Sun, Gregory (platonic only).

Ace Attorney

Phoenix, Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Franziska, Von Karma, Will Powers, Ron DeLite, Desireé, Jake Marshall, Mia, Maya, Maximillion Glactica, Luke Atmey.

Identity V

Antonio (Violinist), Luchino (Professor/Evil Reptilian), Joseph (Photographer), Joker (Weeping Clown/Smiley Face), Jack (The Ripper), Percy (Undead), Andrew (Grave Keeper).

The Arcana

Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, the courtiers (I've heard Valdemar is aroace so theirs will always be platonic, qprs included), Lucio.

Twilight

Edward, Bella, Jacob, Carlisle, Esme, Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Aro, Seth, Charlie.

Rules

No NSFW requests.

Male or gender neutral reader inserts only! You may still interact and request things if you're fem aligned or female, though.

No teacher/student.

No pure angst. I do accept hurt/comfort though!

No themes of racism, transphobia or ableism. Yes, even if it's in hurt/comfort.

I think this is a given, but still. No adult x minor (unless it's platonic), and no incest.

This is more of a warning, but be patient with me, sometimes I write slowly or have a hard time coming up with ideas.

Keep in mind that I'm still, obviously, allowed to deny your request. I will usually explain why and will not be mad if you do request something I refuse, so don't take it to heart!

This also isn't a rule, but you may just ask things through the asks, even if they aren't fanfic-related. I don't see why anyone would do that, but I don't mind!

Last warning: English isn't my first language, so sometimes my wording can be a bit odd or just plain wrong, I apologize in advance and feel free to point the mistakes out.

If you want to request, specify the gender of the reader (or the pairing you want) and whether you want a one-shot, drabble or headcannon.

That's all, thank you for reading <3.

[dj-simp]

Currently Working On:

- Mapbot x Reader fic (romantic) (gender neutral reader) - Monty x child! Reader who loves gators and is the daughter of the owner fic/headcanons (platonic) (fem reader)

Am I writing these all at once? Yes. Is doing that a good idea? Not really.

EDIT: One completed :)