Later I Will Do A "Dating The Slashers" List Thing Like The Sleeping Ones

later i will do a "Dating the Slashers" list thing like the sleeping ones

i'd do it now but i'm finishing a sleep one w leslie and its 3:30 am so nah.

watching behind the mask now lets go i’ll be writing leslie vernon/reader stuff soon

damn he’s such a cutie

gross a h*zbin hotel icon user just interacted with my posts guys i cannot stress enough that i absolutely hate v*vziepop fans please get away from my shit if you’re one of those

hey! I know not many people like to write about pregnancy/kids, but could you write a headcanon of bubba sawyer if his preagnant partner got stabbed by a runner?

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

With a sigh you sat on a chair at the table, rubbing your temples. It'd been 6 months by now since Bubba had impregnated you, and everything hurt. He treated you like fragile glass.

Squeals and screams echoed from Bubba's workspace. At this point, you didn't really care. You were used to where most of the family's meals came from. You'd even look forward to it now, and your cravings were mostly...meat related. Every so often, however, one escaped. They were normally caught right away.

A crash and a roar came from behind you and you whipped around face to face with a random woman with a hook still piercing her shoulder (how did she get down from the rack??). Her wild eyes at on you and she looked back at the door where the rev of your husbands' chainsaw snarled to life, but slamming sounds against a metal door told you this runner had blocked him in. Ah. Shit. Not this again.

She stumbled over into the kitchen, scrabbling across the counter before nabbing a bread knife of all things; And you attempted to back away, back turned- A loud THUD told you Bubba had broken the door down and he babbled angrily as he ran around for a moment before entering the kitchen where he was met with the sight of a knife held to your throat. His eyes went wild, and he stepped forward.

"Don't-"

The knife pressed against you, hard, but he kept approaching.

A shriek rang out of you as the woman panicked, burying the blade into your arm before bolting. Bubba howled out, dropping his saw and going to your side, hyperventilating-

"I'm alright- I'm alright, I'm alright, just- Get...get her," With that he yanked his saw back up; You've seen him angry, you've seen him furious, but this was a new sort of rage you haven't witnessed before. His child was put in danger and he was enraged. Bubba revved up and sprinted after her, and you could hear him near screaming expletives (in his own language) at her.

You shook as you took the knife out. The teeth of the knife hurt like shit. Blood soaked your shirt sleeve, and you took a clean dish towel to the wound.

What seemed like an hour passed before a bloody, dirty Bubba lumbered into the kitchen with a very, very dead woman; And he rushed to you, falling on his knees and squeaking out apologies with his hand on your stomach.

"Not your fault." You put a hand on his. "They're fine."

He still whined out and kissed your belly, rubbing it with a thumb. He muttered something.

You couldn't help but smile at this.

"You're gonna be a wonderful father, Bubby."

With a small, sheepish smile, he stood up to kiss you, pecking your lips a few times before nuzzling his face into your neck.

Kill for your Keeper

(a gn khajiit!listener and cicero based on "the cure for madness". tw: dark brotherhood type stuff, bloody makeout)

You had favored Cicero for months, generally since you met the madman for some reason. Astrids' attitude towards him pissed you off but..you couldn’t do much about it. You had given him looks here and there. Finding out you were the Listener threw you a bit. You honestly felt bad, knowing how much he had desired to hear the Night Mothers' voice for himself.

Then it happened; He had attacked all the members in the sanctuary...save you. You WERE there, but maybe he didn't know it. Or maybe he just didn't attack you. You were sent to find him...the werewolf sitting outside in a pool of blood. ...He didn't get many words out before your jaws were on his throat, claws digging into the wounds that were already killing him to confirm his fate. When you sat up, you could see the anger in him as he faded.

The spectrals gave you little trouble; You were too focused on finding Cicero to fight, and relied on spells or potions of invisibility to sneak your way past them all to the sound of his voice. He was laughing, but sounded more panicked than manic; He was hurt. Gotta find him.

When you finally stalked into the room he was in you became visible again and he cackled, rambling nonsense with tears running down his cheeks. Something about killing or sparing him. You weren't listening. Your entire front was coated in blood and gore from your little...encounter outside, eyes gleaming, tail flicking.

He was shocked when you fell to your knees, almost squirming for his weapon, but- you not only spared him but healed him in what was genuine worry painted obviously across your features (among other things). “I-”

He jumped- But melted into- The bloody kiss you planted on him after he was fully healed, shaking, breaking apart. “You missed me that much?!” He began laughing a bit and went on a bit about the “dumb mutt” outside. Something clicked in his head as he looked you up and down. Your eyes bore into his.

“...Did you kill him for me, Listener?”

You froze as it dawned on you that you killed for Cicero, specifically, someone you loved, for the first time. Huh. You mindlessly licked your lips, nose crinkling at how bitter that whelps' blood was.

“…I did.”

He giggled his weird giggle and hugged your head, tugging on one of your ears, and getting very…close. His voice was serious after a moment even though he stared at the blood soaking your muzzle. He hadn't bothered to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Tell me how.”

“I got mad you were hurt-” ….You made a show of licking your nose, again. He bit his lip. “I was too far gone to remember my weapons, and I..didn't care what he was saying. Everything was a blur,” With a fake snarl you showed your crimson-stained fangs, “I just bit his throat open.”

Cicero let out a squeal and hugged your head again, giggling. “OH LOOK AT YOU! Listener! You went feral for your Cicero! Like a big, angry saber cat!”

“For my Keeper. For my Cicero.”

“Oh- YES, your keeper,” Cicero mushed your snout a bit, snickering as you mock snarled. He let out another laugh before he tugged you on top of him, making you grunt and staining his entire front with fresh blood.

You licked your nose again to make him laugh, then you licked his, and he smiled. Suddenly, his face fell. Dark. Angry. …Terrifying...exciting.

“...And what about Astrid.”

Your fur spiked up, and he noticed, looking wary.

“She's dead.” You looked away. He opened his mouth but you spoke. “Not yet, but she is going to be.”

The jester beneath you jutted his jaw out and looked up, toying with your fur. For a moment he didn't say anything. “...And she is dead, dead, dead...disemboweled, gutted, worm food-”

“I get it.”

“-all for me?”

“Yes, for you.”

“And why is this.” his voice was flat, but you could tell he was very, very excited about what you were about to say.

“I love you, Cicero.”

He SQUEALED and practically crushed his lanky body to yours with all four of his limbs excitedly declaring out affectionate babble, planting his lips all across your face and at times stopping to laugh and look to the side, pbhtbthgh-ing because he had too much of your fur in his mouth. A sudden gasp got your attention and you looked alarmed.

Cicero looked a bit sheepish. “...Floor's sharp...”

With a nod you stood, guiding him up and cracking your neck. Tossing your pack to the floor you dug out a series of pelts, stacking them in an even layer. You smoothed them down and offered him to lie down, instructing him to stay while you went and scrubbed the blood from your fur before it became rancid, or frozen. Ugh. When you returned he was half asleep, and you rested beside him.

“Say it agaaaain,”

“I love you, Cicero.”

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