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So, I'm not sure if you take request or not anymore, so this is gonna be shot in the dark
Anyway, how would Slashers react if they suddenly switched bodies with someone else (weirder shit happened at St.Louis)? Who switches body with whom? What kind of chaos ensues?
FREDDY AND JASON
Freddy had spent the first ten minutes in front of the bathroom mirror flexing Jason's arms, turning his head from side to side and generally admiring the sheer amount of muscle he'd acquired overnight.
“Holy shit.” He raised one arm. “Jason, what the hell ya been eatin’?”
Meanwhile, Jason was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Freddy's body, staring at his own hands. He looked miserable.
Freddy grinned at him through Jason's reflection.
Then…Freddy decided to go to school in Jason’s place. He thought it would be all shit and giggles and he could make Jason act out a little in class (nothing too serious).
But…he didn’t expect kids to actually be MEAN to Jason.
The big guy was a mountain of pure muscles, so Freddy was certain nobody would be stupid enough to bully him (outside of him of course but like he said it was all shit and giggles). Problem was Jason could also be a pushover sometimes. The kid preferred to lower his head in the sand when he was in trouble. So when Freddy witnessed the way the other students laughed at him or called him a freak and a monster…his reaction wasn’t as calm and collected.
“Hey, Voorhees. Where's your mommy?” One of the students called out and laughed.
Jason's usual reaction would have been to lower his head and keep walking. Freddy had seen it before. Jason would make himself smaller despite being built like a fucking tank. He wouldn't argue or even look at them because Jason had spent hours with you, prepping himself for situations like these. You had told him multiple times to come to you first if anything happened…but Jason didn’t like bothering you.
One of the boys shoved his shoulder. “What's wrong, freak? Cat got your tongue?”
Freddy slowly looked down at the kid's hand. Then he smirked and his fist connected with the boy’s face. The bully hit the floor and Freddy stared down at him then flexed Jason's fingers.
That had felt really fucking good.
Some of the other kids tried to attack him, but Freddy effortlessly punched them and stomped on them with a sadistic grin on his face.
He even happily crushed one of the teens balls and grinned before shouting loudly for all the other students to hear. “LISTEN UP, BUNCH OF LOSERS! NEXT ONE WHO MAKES FUN OF MY MOM OR ME WILL GET A ONE WAY TICKET TO THE FUCKIN’ GRAVEYARD! YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE?! YOU STAY OUT OF MINE!”
By lunchtime, Freddy had been suspended. By three o'clock, he'd been called into the principal's office. And by five? St. Louis had received a phone call from the school.
The staff member on the other end sounded exhausted. “Mr. Voorhees has been involved in an altercation.”
You looked across the nurses' station. Jason who was currently in Freddy's body slowly looked up with the most innocent expression imaginable. You knew something was fishy when the dream demon hadn’t spoken a word all day…
“An altercation?” You repeated.
The principal sighed. “He punched another student, injured some and even…sent one to the hospital.”
The entire nurses' station went silent. Michael slowly turned his head towards Freddy. Jason (in Freddy’s body) looked away.
You understood and knew that you would have to pick up Freddy from school.
To sum it up, Freddy Krueger is the only one allowed to bully Jason. Everyone else has to wait in line…
BRAHMS AND CHUCKY
On the night of Halloween, Brahms made a wish. He wished he could go trick-or-treating with other kids without being judged for it. Then, in the middle of the night he felt something change inside him. He was becoming…smaller and his limbs became increasingly stiff.
He didn’t understand what was going on until he looked down and saw that his hands were now made of plastic.
He couldn’t even bend them properly.
He looked up and jumped off his bed to go look at himself in a mirror. There…he found himself staring directly at Chucky’s face. He frowned in incomprehension until he heard a knock at the door and when he opened it…he saw himself standing there.
But it wasn’t him who talked…it was Chucky’s voice.
“Hey, kid. Wanna go trick-or-treating with me?” Chucky grinned.
Brahms fell back in shock and horror, but Chucky (in his body) cackled. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” He crouched down and Brahms instinctively crawled back and pointed accusingly at him. “What did you do to me?!”
“Nothing.” He shrugged and smirked mischievously.
“Give me back my body!” Brahms screeched, but Chucky only laughed at him and flicked his forehead.
“Can’t.”
“WHY?!”
Chucky shrugged. “Halloween magic? How the fuck would I know, genius?”
Brahms glared at him and Chucky’s grin widened. “C’mon.” He held out a hand towards him. “You’re gonna miss Halloween.”
Brahms hesitated and looked towards the window. Outside, children were running through the streets and laughing as they went from house to house. For years, Brahms had watched Halloween from behind curtains. Tonight, he could actually go outside. Nobody would know…
He slowly reached for Chucky’s hand.
Chucky smiled at him as he closed his hand around his. “Atta boy. Knew you were a smart cookie.”
Ten minutes later, Brahms was standing on the porch of the first house wearing a Hello Kitty mask. He collected his first candy and felt proud of himself. Chucky and him then walked house to house. Children ran past them and nobody stared or whispered or called Brahms a freak.
A little girl dressed as a fairy even smiled at him. “Cool mask!”
Before he could reply, the girl smiled and ran off but he still felt happy inside.
Midnight came far too quickly and Brahms had spent the entire evening wandering from house to house, his little pumpkin bucket overflowing with candy. He’d even managed to forget for a few hours that he was currently trapped inside a plastic doll.
Then Chucky checked his watch. “Alright, kid. Time to head back. I got an appointment and I can’t bring ya with me.”
Brahms looked up and frowned at him. “What? But you still have my body.”
Chucky grinned mischievously. “Yup.”
Brahms immediately became suspicious. “What are you going to do with it?”
Chucky shoved his hands into his pockets and chuckled. “Gonna have some fun with it. But You’ll find out soon enough. See ya, kid. Enjoy the candy.”
Before Brahms could demand an explanation, Chucky turned around and walked towards another house having an Halloween party. Brahms watched his own body disappear through the front door and out of options, came back home.
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The next morning, Brahms woke up in his own bed. For a moment, he thought the entire thing had been a dream, but then he sat up and his entire body felt strange. He slowly got out of bed and walked towards the mirror to stare at his reflection.
Everything was back where it belonged except…he leaned closer and noticed several faint marks along his neck. Also, he heavily smelled like woman perfume…Brahms stormed out of his bedroom and down the hall to Chucky’s bedroom.
The moment he saw him, Brahms lunged and Chucky immediately ran. “GET BACK HERE!”
“HAHAHAHA! Hey, at least you got your body back!” Chucky teased him and Brahms chased him down the hallway.
PENNY AND PENNYWISE
“NO!” Both Penny Brothers exclaimed as they woke up and realized something was definitely wrong. Pennywise (in Penny’s body) fell flat on his face when he tried to stand up—unused to his long limbs and height.
He growled. “WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I’M WALKING WITH STILTS!”
Penny wasn’t far better, he fell on his ass and gritted his teeth. “WHY AM I SO HEAVY?!”
Penny tried to stand up again, but his new body was really compact compared to his usual one. He grabbed the edge of the bed and hauled himself upright with difficulty.
Pennywise glared at him from the floor. “YOU TAKE THAT BACK! I’m not heavy—I am a perfectly normal size for my age!”
“NO! BUT I AM!” The other replied. “And what dya mean by ‘perfectly normal for your age’?! I am only a couple centuries younger than ya! Your body feels like it’s made of concrete! Maybe if you chased more and sat less on your big fat ass lettin’ me do all the work, your body wouldn’t be so damn heavy! How do you even manage to move in this mountain of flesh?!”
Pennywise finally managed to get onto his knees. He pushed himself upright and immediately hit his head on the ceiling. “OW!” He rubbed his huge forehead and looked around. “You’re one to talk! How dya even move around in that thing?! It doesn’t even do what I want it to do!”
Penny giggled and Pennywise glared at him.
“Why does your body lack all damn proportions?!” Pennywise gestured wildly at himself. “My arms are too long! My legs are too long! My torso feels like it’s halfway across the damn room from my feet!”
Penny looked him up and down and rolled his eyes. “My body is meant to be graceful and quick to hunt down preys! You’re just not used to it because you don’t hunt shit anymore, ya lazy pants...”
“Not used to it?!” Pennywise attempted to take another step and his knee nearly came up to his chest. He stumbled, spun around trying to regain his balance and accidentally smacked Penny with his elbow.
Penny giggled again. “Yeah! Ya look like an ugly newborn baby giraffe!”
Pennywise narrowed his eyes ant him and tried to bend down. His long arms reached the floor before his knees were even properly bent. He windmilled his arms and Penny immediately grabbed him…
Penny then realised that he was definitely stronger—physically speaking. Penny looked down at his own new body (Pennywise’s) again then he shoved Pennywise up without difficulty.
But then…Pennywise suddenly picked Penny up and Penny’s feet left the floor. “HEY!”
Pennywise laughed. “LOOK AT YA!”
“PUT ME DOWN!”
“You’re tiny!”
“I AM NOT TINY! PUT ME DOWN!”
Pennywise laughed so hard that he lost his balance which caused him to stumble backwards while still holding Penny. Both brothers crashed onto the bed. Penny slowly turned his head and saw Pennywise sprawled beside him.
They stared at each other for a moment before Penny started laughing and Pennywise followed. Within seconds, both brothers were laughing uncontrollably. They had no idea how long the body swap would last and neither of them had any idea how they were going to explain this to everyone at St. Louis.
But it truly was a good laugh.
MICHAEL AND BO SINCLAIR
Bo woke up with a headache and his bed suddenly felt too small. He groaned and rolled over. His hand landed on the mattress and he froze. That wasn’t his hand. It was bigger, thicker and covered in unfamiliar scars.
Bo slowly sat up and looked down at himself. “…What in the carnation?”
He scrambled out of bed and stumbled towards the mirror. Michael Myers was staring back at him. Bo’s mouth dropped open. “What the fuck?!”
He touched the mask, grabbed it and pulled. The mask came off and Bo stared at the reflection underneath. Michael’s face, Michael’s eyes and Michael’s fucking body.
“No way…no goddamn way…” He looked down at himself again.
A knock came from the hallway and Bo whipped around. The door opened and Michael walked in, except he was in Bo’s body. Michael stood there silently and Bo stared right back at him until Bo rubbed his face. “This has to be a fuckin’ nightmare.”
Michael looked at him. “You okay?”
Bo froze. Michael’s voice was coming out of Bo’s mouth. It was the first time Bo had ever heard him speak.
Bo’s jaw dropped. “Wait a damn second…y’can TALK?”
Michael stared at him and nodded.
Bo took a step backward. “This is so damn weird.”
Michael looked at his reflection next. Bo’s face was considerably more expressive and Michael started experimenting by making various expressions. Bo noticed and frowned. “Hey. Stop that. Makin’ my face do weird shit.”
Michael turned towards him and slowly looked Bo up and down. “You are very loud.”
Bo scoffed. “Yeah? Well, you’re creepy.”
Michael looked down at his new hands and flexed his fingers. Young and capable hands. No pain in the joints. He picked up a nearby chair and held it in his hands.
Bo’s eyes widened. “Hey, gramps’. Put that down.”
Michael looked at the chair then at Bo. For some reason, Michael didn’t feel like listening and suddenly hit it against the floor…the wooden leg cracked.
Bo immediately pointed and raised his voice. “Fuckin’ stop! That’s my furniture!”
Michael dropped the chair without a hint of remorse and Bo stared at the broken chair then back at Michael.
“Okay.” He slowly nodded. “I get it now. Y’got my attitude and my anger issues.” Bo thought about it before he grinned. He looked down at his massive hands and had an idea. “Actually. This could be fun…”
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Twenty minutes later, the staff at St. Louis Hospital watched Michael (in Bo’s body) walk around the building wearing Bo’s clothes. He calmly walked behind the nurses’ station and one of them asked: “Is that…Bo?”
Another whispered: “Why is he acting so…weird? He’s not usually the silent type.”
Across the hallway, Bo (in Michael’s body) was desperately trying to get the vending machine to work. He punched it, the machine rattled and a candy bar fell out.
“…Damn.” Bo grinned. “This body’s fuckin’ awesome.”
The nurses all looked shocked. Did…Michael just talk?! Worse of all…he was smiling. Michael never smiled. The nurses ran to tell the head nurse. Meanwhile, Bo (still in Michael’s body) wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulder and winked at him. “How’s it not being the strongest in the room anymore, pal’?”
Michael glared at him and Bo’s grin widened. “Yeah. ~ Thought so. Enjoy it, pal’. Cause am sure gonna enjoy yours…”
SUMMARY : You are locked up with the killer clowns. Will you survive or meet your demise?
The brothers were both lying on their cots.
They were staring at you with matching unsettling smiles. Pennywise was lying on his belly, with one hand propping his head up.
Meanwhile Penny was standing there with his head tilted curiously at you. You knew better than to be afraid. You had to slow your stupid heartbeat down...
You inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to stop your heart from beating so fast that the two brothers could hear it.
Pennywise seemed to have noticed your attempt to calm yourself down. His mouth stretched into a wide toothy grin as he sat up and watched you closely.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
You shut your eyes for a moment.
Pennywise got up from his bed and approached you slowly and quietly. Penny got up too and walked over to your side of the cell.
You turned around to face them and forced yourself to smile. "...Hello, Pennywise. Hello, Penny. Are you both having a good night?"
They both just continued to stare at you. Their unblinking eyes made you shiver slightly, but you remained relatively calm. Pennywise just stood there for a few moments, eyes fixed on you and didn't stop smiling. But then, he suddenly fell backwards on his back and started...laughing uncontrollably.
Your eyes widened. You stepped forward.
"Pennywise? Are you.alright?"
He kept on laughing, his hysterical cackling filling the room. Tears began to stream down his face, dripping onto the floor from how hard he was laughing.
He rolled onto his side and his hands clutched his stomach as he kept laughing uncontrollably.
You smiled weakly. "...Hum. Always nice to hear a laugh I guess."
Pennywise tried to calm himself down and catch his breath, still lying on his side on the ground. His chuckles were slowly fading. He eventually sat up and looked at you, wiping the imaginary tears off his face.
You looked around the cell. "So...since I am here. Did you receive the reindeer meat I sent you this afternoon?"
You pulled out your notebook. The mention of the food seemed to catch the brothers' attention.
You coughed. "So...any special requests? Any meat you favoured those last few days?" Your hands were shaking.
Penny pointed to your notebook, clearly interested in its content. He then looked up at you questioningly, wondering why you were carrying it.
You smiled before showing the content to him. "Oh! That? It's my special requests notebook. I tend to write all the things that the different patients want or like or their passions. Also personal observations. For example, Jason loves toads and frogs.
Brahms loves stuffed animals and the colour pink. Arthur Fleck requested green hair dye the other day. It's all so fascinating-" You blabbered on nervously as Penny rested his chin on top of your head. He was still listening intently to you while he read your notes over your shoulder.
Your sudden nervousness wasn't doing anything for your situation. You were scared.
Because the Penny Brothers could do far worse than just murder you...far far worse.
Your mind was racing. Your heartbeat was getting louder and faster again...just...damnit you needed to keep calm.
You could tell the brothers were watching you closely. They knew you were doing your best to keep your breathing and body movements as relaxed as possible.
Pennywise let out a quiet chuckle, "Aww... scared. Mama Bear?"
You were doing your best to keep your heartbeat, breathing, and body movements steady. You replied to him as calmly as possible. "I'm a medical professional. I tend to stay calm in stressful situations, Pennywise."
You could feel both brothers looking at you.
Penny was behind you and Pennywise in front of you. Pennywise chuckled again, his eyes studying you closely. Penny tilted his head while drooling all over your hair.
"You're lying. You're scared. We can literally hear your heartbeat..." Penny informed you.
Your breathing hitched for a moment, and you took a deep breath before replying. "I...l do not believe the patients...need to be feared...And I apologise for my heartbeat frequency. It was always faster than most."
Penny moved a bit closer, his chin still on your head, as your eyes darted between him and the ground. "You should be afraid of us though! We're VERY SCAAARY."
You gulped and Pennywise grinned as he agreed with his brother. "Yup. Scariest things in this place...and no one is gonna come save you for a while. Isn't that right, lil' mouse?"
Your heart froze for a moment. He... was right.
You were locked in a cell with him, and no one was going to come to help you. McCain wasn't taking you out of here any time soon.
You were on your own.
Pennywise just continued to grin as he observed your every micro-expression. "Aww, why so scared? I thought you weren't. We're just going to have...a nice chat, that's all. Isn't that what you wanted?"
You could feel a shiver go down your spine.
There was no way out of here, and you had to stay calm, even as both brothers were standing so close to you. "Of course. I am always happy to have a chat."
Pennywise chuckled once more, clearly amused by your attempts to remain calm and collected. "You're a bad liar, Y/N." He put his hand out, his fingers hovering inches away from your face. It seemed like he was...trying to touch you, but he stopped himself at the last minute, pulling his hand back and shoving it in his pocket instead.
Your eyes caught on that and you tried to touch Pennywise, but he scoffed and took a step back. "Oh, I don't think so..."
You were surprised by the immediate change in his behavior. He just...backed up, maybe even flinched? Or maybe you were just imagining things. His brother was watching, amused by the entire exchange. You blinked and wrote the observation down with a smile.
A sensitive spot, perhaps...an aversion to touch ? To be tested. Fascinating...
Pennywise saw you writing down notes and his eyes narrowed slightly at that. "We are not your research subjects. Your notebook isn't gonna be of any use to you here, lil' mouse. You're not leaving this place."
You nodded. "I know that. You are going to eat me. I have no doubt that you will.."
He looked surprised by that blunt answer, but then let out a low chuckle. "Is that right?" He started to slowly circling you as he talked. "What makes you so sure of that?"
You shrugged. "You are creatures of instinct who feed on fear? And besides, you haven't had your dinner yet. You must be starving. But until you decide it is time to eat... I wish to write as many words as I can on my experience from now to my inevitable demise..."
He was still circling you, looking you up and down. He could hear how your heart was beating fast, but you were still holding it together. Impressive. "Is that really how you want to spend your last minutes on Earth?"
You nodded. "Do you mind?"
He tilted his head. "No. We don't really care about how you choose to live your final moments...Right, Penny?!"
Penny, who had been silent for the past few seconds, shrugged nonchalantly before taking another strand of your hair to chew on it. "Not really."
You looked up at Penny. "Um…..Could I ask why you are chewing on my hair...?"
He looked at you, the end of your hair still in his mouth, before pulling it out. "It smells like cotton candy. I wanted to see if it tasted as good as it smells."
You nodded and wrote it down. "And does it?"
He shrugged and picked up another strand of your hair. "Yes."
You nodded again. Meanwhile, Pennywise's smile grew bigger. "You're so...calm. And yet you know you're going to die. Why is that?" You could smell the fragrance of decay and death...but you kept writing. He bent down, bringing his face closer to yours, and took a sniff of your hair. "Hmm…..l think I'll take the head. l'd like a taste of that brain."
You felt a shiver run down your spine, but still, your outward expression remained calm. "I don't think my brain will have much meat in it. But you are free to try. According to almost everyone in this hospital, I seem to be quite stupid. I am curious though. You would eat my brain first? Not my heart or liver?"
He was amused by your response, and the amount of self control you were showing. How you were managing to get through this without having an absolute breakdown. He shrugged before replying, his eyes roaming over your body once more, examining you as if trying to determine where he'd take his first bite. "A good hunter always goes for the head first, sugar."
You nodded and kept writing —cold sweat running down your forehead, neck and back.
He noticed, and a slow smile started to form on his face.
"It is quite hot in here." You told him and fidgeted with your collar.
He chuckled darkly at that and he could hear your heartbeat again, getting faster and faster. Almost ripe. He raised a white-gloved finger to your cheek...following a drop with his finger. He gathered it and tasted it. "No point in lying, lil' mouse. I can hear your heart and taste your fear...you're scared. You're very very scared and it won't get any better. Trust me."
Penny was still standing there behind you, just watching the whole thing as he played with your hair. But then, you felt his hand resting on your stomach and his fingers lengthening into long dark claws. Your eyes widened and tears mixed with the sweat. No. Nononono...
The corners of Penny's mouth curled up as he saw your eyes widen in fear. "Aww..don't cry, Y/N. It will be over soon. And I promise I'll only make it hurt a little bit..." Penny licked the side of your face and suddenly, your notebook and the pen you were using fell to the floor as your shaking hands were suddenly unable to hold them anymore.
Pennywise cackled. "Ohh, look at ya. You've been doing so well so far...But it's just too much now, isn't it? You're scared. You're shaking. You're sweating. There's nothing you can do..."
They both had a look of sheer delight and excitement as they saw this, how you were slowly falling apart in front of them.
Pennywise crouched down and picked up your pen and notebook, flipping through the pages curiously. His gaze went over some of the things you'd written so far. "Quite the interesting list of notes you have in here...you really were planning on researching us. How adorable."
But then, he fell on one interesting page and his smile momentarily disappeared. In bold you had written: A GOOD NURSE ALWAYS CARES.
Your body wasn't cooperating, and he knew exactly what to say to break you entirely. And, he found the perfect opportunity for that. He raised his gaze and looked at you with a wide grin. "You want to help people. You want to care for them, is that it?"
You nodded slowly as your eyes kept uncontrollably filling up with tears. "Yes. My dream...as a nurse. I accepted the job in St Louis because I wanted to...to...help as many people as I could. To prove that no one is unworthy of a second chance."
He chuckled again and took a step closer. He was just a few inches away from you now. He could see your face, the tears running freely down your cheeks. "That's...admirable, I suppose."
He chuckled and snapped the notebook shut.
You didn't know why he wasn't just killing you yet—why he was toying with you instead of simply ripping you apart. You had read their files. You knew their story. He was clearly enjoying this, seeing you trembling uncontrollably, your body betraying you, with your knees shaking.
He stood in front of you and tapped the top of your head with your notebook. "You wanted to help people, huh? Well, I guess you're in for a really big disappointment, little nurse...Cause I'm afraid that's just not gonna happen."
You shivered. "Even if l...do not manage to help you. I hope that at least my notebook will survive. So others can succeed where I failed."
He was slightly taken aback by that. He didn't really expect that response from you. His cold gaze wandered over your face, watching the tears run down your cheeks. "You are a real piece of work. Still trying to help us even in your last moments."
You shook your head weakly, your voice shaking as well now. "It's...my job to help. A good nurse…..should only…..think about helping others..."
You heard him laugh again, a low and cruel laugh. "Oh, I see, so you're just a good little nurse, right? Just trying to get your job done. Well, sweetheart, I'm sorry to disappoint, but you've got another thing coming. You could be a genuine saint and you still wouldn't get out of here alive."
You closed your eyes. "Like I said...A good nurse should only think about helping others." You forced your heart to slow down before staring straight at Pennywise. *...And I am a damn good nurse."
He gave you a cold, hard smile. "You have standards. And you are good. Almost good enough to not want to rip to shreds."
Pennywise and his brother chuckled. They were both clearly amused by the entire situation. They were toying with you, playing with you, before they finally got to rip you apart. And for some reason, Pennywise was oddly intrigued by your determination.
Despite his sadistic nature, he...almost felt some sort of strange respect. "Damn good?That you are. Damn smart too. You know exactly how this is gonna end for you."
You closed your eyes, your body shaking like a leaf. "I...am a nurse. And I don't give up on patients. No matter who or what they are. It is my duty and my wish."
He laughed at that. "That's also gonna be your death. Literally."
You laughed before you could stop yourself.
He was taken aback by the sound of your laugh. You were still on the verge of sobbing, your body still shaking...but you were laughing nonetheless.
They both looked at each other, clearly intrigued by your behavior now. You were supposed to be crying, pleading for mercy... you were supposed to beg. And instead...you were laughing.
Pennywise crouched down in front of you, his expression serious once more and his voice harsh. "Why are you laughing, huh?!"
You shrugged. "You made a joke."
He chuckled, but then quickly went back to looking serious and annoyed. "We're going to kill you. You should be terrified."
"I am."
He furrowed his brow. "You tryin' to use psychological tricks to try and buy yourself some time or something? Ain't gonna work."
You shrugged again, trying to calm your shaking down to a minimum. "No...l mean it. I have found most of our conversations to be quite enjoyable so far."
He was just getting more and more confused.
This was not at all how things were supposed to go. The victims were supposed to be scared, they were supposed to be begging for their lives... and somehow, you were laughing and having fun?
He just...couldn't understand.
Penny shrugged before opening his mouth wide to take a bite but instead closed his mouth last second and kissed your cheek.
The three of you stilled. The...kiss felt strange, not at all what you had expected. Your heart was still racing, but you had felt a weird...pang at the gesture. It felt rather...nice. Which was a pretty messed up thing to think right now, being stuck between two psychopathic killer clowns.
Pennywise snapped. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT ?!"
Penny humphed. "I was gonna take a bite but my mouth just...wouldn't."
You tried your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing.
Pennywise was glaring at his brother with his jaw clenched, trying to keep his rage in check. "What'd you go and do that for, huh?! What is WRONG with you?!"
Penny remained nonchalant, still playing with your hair. "I just...didn't feel like taking a bite..."
Pennywise gritted his teeth, struggling to remain calm. "Why the HELL not?! She's right here! She's prey! Food!" Pennywise wildly gestured towards you.
Penny simply shrugged again. "I just...didn't feel like it, alright?"
Pennywise growled and put a hand to his forehead. "You IDIOT. How could you not feel like taking a bite?! You're supposed to be a predator. Not a pet!"
This time, Penny humphed unhappily and only looked away with a bratty attitude. "I don't know...l just didn't."
This was clearly not going well for Pennywise, who was getting more and more annoyed and irritated. "A snack is presented right in front of you! And you?! You're letting her talk and laugh and manipulate you!"
At this point, Penny was just ignoring his brother, still playing with your hair, while his brother was struggling to keep his rage under control. You couldn't help it, you let out another small laugh. This was all so strange. Two psychopathic, cannibal clowns were arguing back and forth like little kids….
Suddenly, Pennywise grabbed your arm and pulled it towards him. "Okay! Fine! I'll do it then!"
Pennywise opened his mouth wide to take a bite...but froze. The situation was just getting weirder by the minute. Both brothers were at a complete standstill, And, it was kind of hilarious, to be honest.
Pennywise was just...frozen in place. He was gritting his teeth, trying to force himself to do it, but he was unable to.
Penny huffed. "What are you waiting for then?"
He stayed completely still, teeth bared, eyes locked onto your neck. But he just...couldn't. He just...couldn't bring himself to chomp down and rip your flesh. He was completely frozen, and his brother was looking at him with an amused smug look on his face.
He just...couldn't do it.
Pennywise eventually roared. "DO NOT RUSH ME!"
Penny raised his hands in mock surrender, still amused. "I didn't say anything. I'm just watching the show."
Pennywise was struggling to keep calm. "SHUT...SHUT THE HELL UP! I'll do it. I will."
He took you and opened his mouth wide again...and again. "Just... Just give me a second." He was trying to force himself to do it. He tried to make himself bite down, but he just...couldn't. Pennywise was clearly getting frustrated, and even you were starting to realise that something was off, because he was struggling way too hard to do something that should have been second nature to him.
You looked at Pennywise curiously. "... Maybe you lost the taste? I mean...we have been feeding you animal meat for a long while. It happens."
Pennywise gritted his teeth. He was really getting furious now. "Shut up, will you?!"
There was an odd desperation in his tone of voice now, and that just confused you even more. Pennywise was still trying to bring himself to take a bite, but his body was just... refusing to comply.
You watched as he struggled, his breathing fast and heavy now. He just...couldn't do it.
Penny suddenly burst out laughing as he mocked Pennywise.
Pennywise shot Penny a death glare. "WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?! WHAT THE HELL IS SO DAMN FUNNY?!
Penny wiped a tear from his eye and shrugged, his grin growing wider. "YOU CAN'T DO IT EITHER!"
While all of this was happening, you were just sitting there, your adrenaline slowly starting to lessen now that you had not being ripped to shreds. You were also incredibly confused and curious about what was going on between the two brothers. Both of them seemed to be experiencing a phenomenon that they did not understand, while you were just there, watching the entire thing unfold...and starting to realize something very important about these two.
While they were both distracted, you started to really look them over. Their behaviors, their manners of speaking...they were clearly more human than animal. They had human minds.
They weren't just some mindless monsters, they were... more complex than that. And now that you had seen their bickering and arguments, the way they interacted with each other...you were beginning to realise that they cared about each other, they had feelings and emotions...and they also seemed to like you. A lot.
Then you heard footsteps coming your way and House suddenly appeared at the door of the cell. He looked inside and saw you. "Y/N !" He quickly unlocked the door and before the two clowns could change their minds, you jumped out of the cell. Penny and Pennywise immediately turned around, but they didn't have the time to grab or stop you.
House slammed the door behind you and locked it.
He then wrapped an arm around your shoulders and started to lead you away. Once back in your office, you collapsed on the couch. "McCain is crazy. He locked me up in there to prove a point..."
House sighed. "I know he did. That's why I came as fast as I could." He paused for a moment, looking up and down at you. "But... you don't seem hurt. Anything wrong? No bites or anything?"
You shook your head. "No."
He was surprised by that. The entire time that you were in that cell, he thought that the brothers would have torn you to pieces. But no. They didn't even lay a finger on you. "...You were in that cell for at least an hour... and they didn't try anything?"
You hesitated. "They tried but…..couldn't."
He raised a quizzical eyebrow at you and sat down next to you. "What do you mean 'couldn't'?"
You shrugged. "I don't know."
He looked at you, clearly confused, but he could also tell that you were shaken up. He moved a little closer to you and gave you a reassuring pat on the back. "Well...whatever happened in there...you're fine now. They're locked up and you're good."
You nodded and sighed before simply leaning into him. "How did you manage to convince McCain to let me out?"
House smirked. "I didn't. I punched him in the face and stole his keys."
You couldn't help but snort. "Of course you did."
He chuckled and gave you a small squeeze. "You're one of the best nurses in this hospital. A good nurse shouldn't get locked up with two vicious, homicidal...cannibalistic..." He paused, his expression becoming more serious. "Also...I guess I just didn't want you to die.'
You smiled but still were incredibly exhausted and wanted to sleep so badly and forget about the events that had just occurred, but you knew it would be impossible...
House looked down at you. "You want to lie down?"
You sighed. "I want a cheeseburger..."
He scoffed. "Of course you do..." He paused for a moment, then seemed to notice something in your expression—a sort of tiredness that wasn't just about physical exhaustion. "Is that really what you want...or do you just want to get your mind off things after what happened?"
You shrugged. "Both. I like the patients but a little bit of human interaction would do me some good."
He nodded. He could tell that you needed some time away from not just the hospital itself, but everything that was related to it.
"Alright then." He stood up, then held a hand out for you. "Come on. Let's get out of here for a few hours."
You smirked. "Are we escaping for a night? That feels illegal."
He chuckled a little bit and rolled his eyes. "If McCain wants to deal with a situation tonight, he can do it himself." He then noticed that you were still sat down.
He raised a quizzical eyebrow at you. "Are you coming or not?"
He stood there, a hand still held out for you, waiting for you to take it. He was going to get you out of here, if only for a few hours, and if McCain had a problem with it...
Well...he would deal with it.
He smiled as you took his hand and stood up, and he gave you a little nod. "Let's go." He knew that you had just gone through something traumatic, and he could feel your hand shaking slightly in his grip.
He gave it a little squeeze, hoping to keep your nerves down. You closed your eyes and finally stepped out of the hospital.
If you dont have too many requests, how would the slashers react to being given some baked good by the nurse? I feel like some would love it and others would just be like "is this poison? Are you poisoning me?"
PENNYWISE
For Pennywise and Penny, meat pies are in order. They would throw up anything else. Pennywise would appreciate the gesture and devour that meat pie in one big gulp. He loves goat meat the most and enjoys the taste of it. Unfortunately, he’s not exactly the most expressive when it comes to compliments.
"Good thing you brought me that pie, or you would have been dinner."
But you would still find a normal cherry pie on your windowsill later. Pennywise would deny all allegations that it was him, but you would still know by the way he enjoys watching YOU eat the pie he brought you.
PENNY
Penny would stare at it, sniff it, lick it then open his mouth as wide as he can get it to devour that meat pie. Penny’s tastes are far more…exotic than his brother. He enjoys the taste of reindeer or hart meat the best.
He likes wild beasts and the rarest the better. To be honest, he’s quite the picky eater. So he would be far less easy to please than his brother. But would still thank you with a great big smile if he knew you had baked him something.
"YAY! THANK YOU!" *proceeds to give your cheek a loud smack* (Ignore the drool and the obvious fact that he would have preferred a piece of you in that pie. 😅)
ARTHUR FLECK
Arthur would take your hand and kiss the back of it. "Thank you, sweetie. You know how much I enjoy these sweet treats."
Arthur has a sweet tooth. But when he lived with his mother, he didn’t dare buy anything too sweet because his mother would blame him for wasting money. After a while, eating became less and less a pleasure and more of a tedious duty than anything else.
But with you, he started enjoying the taste of things again. You were too worried about his obvious lack of interest in food and had made sure to make him try everything you did.
Actually, you were quite proud of the little weight he had put on thanks to you. ☺️
JACK TORRANCE
"For me?" He would looked down at the snickerdoodle cookies in front of him and smile. He was such a sucker for these when he was a kid. Couldn’t believe you had actually remembered that.
"Thanks, darlin’." He took one bite and chewed loudly in appreciation. "Oh yeah…That’s the stuff."
Happiest man on earth. He would literally kill for another batch of those. He would of course be your first regular customer and taste tester.
Would also sniff around the kitchen the moment you step inside to see if there’s anything he can steal. 😏
BO SINCLAIR
"…What ya makin’, darlin’?" Bo would 100% come snooping around. But unlike Jack Torrance, Bo is scared shitless of Michael, and since the kitchen is usually Michael’s territory he would stay at the door and just try to sneak a peak. 😂
One day, you made an apple pie for him and Vincent. But what he ABSOLUTELY loved was the fact that you had made sure to make two sides different with a little more apples for him and more cinnamon for Vincent.
You had actually made sure to remember that the twins have different tastes. Vincent was happy to have more flavor and Bo was happy to find more crunch under his teeth.
But when you tried to leave, Bo didn’t hesitate before grabbing you and sitting you down on his lap. "Nah…where ya goin’? Gotta taste your own creation, missy/mister."
NORMAN BATES
Norman is usually the man of the house. He cleans, bakes and takes care of everything. One day you wanted to reward him and decided to bake something from his special baking recipe book.
You found the recipe for a decadent chocolate cake with chocolate chips and chocolate ganache. Death by chocolate. Literally.
You baked it and served it to him. He stared at it for a moment before kissing your wrist in thanks and dug in.
…You didn’t expect it when you suddenly saw him tear up.
You thought it was really bad, but he quickly wiped his tears away and whispered. "It’s delicious. I just…It makes me think of what my mother used to bake. I have tried many times to replicate it…but you managed to do it perfectly. Thank you, my dove."
BRAHMS AND JASON
Brahms and Jason have the exact same palate. They’re food brothers. They are chocolate chip cookies’ biggest fans.
Problem would be…these boys are BIG EATERS.
Meaning to feed one, you would need at least 50 cookies each. And even then? You are not sure they would last the day. They don’t know the meaning of tomorrow.
They see or smell baked goods? It’s over for you. They’ll be following you all over the hospital like puppies expecting treats.
But the good side is…once they are done eating, they usually take long naps. So they wouldn’t really be any trouble. But then again, they could also just grab you and make you their shared plushie for the rest of the afternoon. Depends on the day.
MICHAEL MYERS
Michael would stare at the baked good you made for him and just look at you curiously—as if asking ‘that’s for me?’. He would then enjoy the sweet treat—no matter what. See…with Michael it is hard to have an opinion.
Because first of all he is the master of poker face, and second even if it was bad he would lie to you. Because you made that for him, you poured your heart and soul into it.
You thought of him while making it.
He would eat that up, even if it was disgusting and tell you that it is the best thing he’s ever eaten in his life.
FREDDY KRUEGER
Freddy…Freddy would eat a slice of pizza he found on the street and tell you it’s gourmet. He quite literally one day ate a full bag of rotten eggs to prank Jason by burping loudly next to him.
Serve him a shoe on a plate, he will eat the shoe and the plate.
But he would also appreciate you actually baking something for him. "Thanks, sweetheart! Loved that banana bread."
PATRICK BATEMAN
"…It’s not terrible." That’s it.
That’s all you’ll get from Patrick.
He thinks sugar is a waste of calories and if you baked him something even savoury he would only take one bite (if he took any) before going to the gym all day. Sorry. 😢
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YOU BOTH WANT TO GET A LITTLE PRIVACY AND THEY REALISE IT.
Jack Abbot
Jack wouldn’t say much. You’d catch him watching you from across the room after he had talked all night to patients who wanted to thank him for his service, tired eyes darkening when he sees you absolutely trying to give him big signs that you’re ready to go so to speak.
When you walk over, he’d meet you halfway, one hand finding your waist automatically.
"You’ve been looking at me all evening," you teased.
"Haven’t been subtle, have I?" He replied with a smirk.
"Not really." You wrapped your arms around him with an understanding smile.
"Well…I guess we should have ourselves a little us time at the house this weekend. It’s been a long night. Was starting to think you didn’t love me anymore." He teases with a smirk. He then leant in for a slow and passionate kiss.
Titus Danforth
Titus would recognize the mood almost immediately the moment you enter the room and would get his associates out quicker than if the room was on fire. "…Well?"
"What?"
"I believe we’re thinking the same thing."
You laughed. "You sound awfully confident."
"My dear…" He crossed the room, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips. "You’ve been looking at me for the last five minutes as though you intend to steal me away."
"And if I do?"
His smile broadened. "I was rather hoping you would."
He’d then just lean in enough for your noses to brush. "Just so you know I’ve already canceled the rest of my evening. So I am all yours for the next 10 hours or so."
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody
Pope is much less subtle. The moment he realizes you’re on the same wavelength, his attention narrows completely. If you’re sitting across the room, he’ll keep looking over at you. If you brush past him in the kitchen, his hand instinctively finds yours.
Eventually, he’ll tell you without hesitation, "…You coming with me tonight."
You smiled. "I was planning on it but thank you for the confirmation."
A small, genuine smile spreads across his face. "…Good."
He doesn’t rush you or pressure you. Instead, he stays close, clearly happy that you’re choosing to spend the evening with him.
If youre taking requests! (I know you said three sp if this is more than that feel free to ignore!) May I have the hannibal family with a reader who surprises them but by dressing up like them? Like dyeing their hair and everything (as much as you can for senior-)
MORGAN
Frankly? Morgan would love it. He’s a master when it comes to changing his appearance. He has at least 25 whigs, 50 different sets of clothes and 30 makeup sets. It’s one of his passions to change into someone else through technics he only knows. His whole face is a masterpiece. So he would probably help you to be as realistic as possible by lending you one of his whigs or doing your makeup for you. He would also be very happy to see you trying to impersonate him and just enjoy the show with a smile on his face.
KEVIN
Kevin would be stunned for a second before bursting out laughing. "Is that me?! THAT’S SO DAMN FUN! I WANNA TRY IT!"
He would be amused and try to get back at you by dressing up as you too. It would turn into some kind of game. For example at the dinner table, when somebody called your name and the other would answer. You would both have fun with it and run the other people in the family mad.
PETER
Peter would look at you for a second before smiling and giving you the most confused look ever. "…Okay?" He wouldn’t understand why anyone would want to dress up like him in the first place. He’s just be happy you decided to choose him as your test subject and clap his hands politely. "That’s very cool. But can you change back now? I prefer you as you."
HANNIBAL JR
Hannibal Jr sees you walking past him in his favourite nightgown and with his favourite coffee mug in hand and just silently follows you with his gaze until you are out of view.
He stays silent for a moment before sighing in defeat and following you.
This is the reason he didn’t want kids in the first place…
HANNIBAL SR
Hannibal Sr stares at you intensely and everyone in the family tenses. Not even Kevin would be laughing to be honest. You have to understand that they almost worship Hannibal Sr and would never disrespect him in anyway because he saved them all. Only Hannibal Jr would perhaps try saving you.
"Father. It was only a harmless pr—"
Hannibal Sr lifts his hand and Hannibal Jr immediately stops talking and returns to his breakfast. Hannibal Sr finally smiles and nods at you.
"Very well done, little lamb. With enough practice, this talent could prove useful."
(different anon here) I remember I sent a request about the slashers months ago but I don't even remember what it was about lmao
Anyways, how are you feeling about fandoms rn? Anything specific you'd like to write about?
Author: "Thank you for asking, dearie. And I just discovered Animal Kingdom and the characters of Shawn Hatosy so that’s what I’d mainly like to write about at the moment. I will continue writing for the slashers, the Hannibal family and the vampires in Sinners of course. But like I said, I’d limit the requests to three at a time. For now, my number of requests is zero."
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Hey, Charlie! Is it okay if I request something, or do you have too much requests at the moment?
Author: "Hi, dearie! You can request if you want. I have decided to delete all the requests I had so far because…I know I wouldn’t be able to answer them. I will get three requests at a time for now."
HE EXPECTS A KISS ON THE LIPS. YOU HAVE OTHER PLANS.
Jack Abbot
Jack had just walked through the front door after a long shift. You met him in the hallway with a smile. "Hi." Before he could even say hello, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
You started to walk away when he walked in front of you and looked at you with one eyebrow raised expectantly. "Wait a minute. That’s it?"
You tilted your head—genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"
He crossed his arms. "…Did I miss something?"
You frowned. "No."
"You mad at me?" He tilted his head head to pick up on any sign that you were indeed mad and that he had to run to the store and buy you a lot of sweet treats for you to no longer be mad at him.
"What? No." You huffed a laugh.
"Then why’d I get the ‘thanks for babysitting the dog’ kiss?" He finally told you.
You blinked again and burst out laughing. "The heck? It wasn’t like that."
"It felt like that." He leaned down slightly, his expression softening into the faintest smirk. "I’ve been gone fourteen hours, sweetheart. Didn’t you miss me?"
You gulped and nodded. "F’course I did."
He scoffed and bumped your forehead to yours. "Yeah? Doesn’t seem like it. I was hoping for something with a little more…enthusiasm."
You laughed again. "Oh. I see. You got demands now?"
"Yeah. You made me expect more than lil’ baby kisses. So…" He tilted his head expectantly. "…Try again for me? Hospital coffee tastes like burnt dirt. I was hoping you’d help me forget about it."
Smiling, you slipped a hand behind his neck and kissed him properly.
When you pulled away, he nodded once and smiled in satisfaction. "That’s my girl/boy."
You chuckled. "Satisfied? Got your ‘welcome back’ kiss?"
He chuckled. "Mhm. Oh yeah. World’s better and now I can take my shower in peace." He winked at you before stealing another kiss and heading towards his long-awaited shower.
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody
You found Pope in the garage. He looked up the second you walked in. Without saying a word, you walked over and kissed his cheek.
Then you smiled. "Hi, baby."
Pope didn’t answer. He just stared at you.
"…What?" You huffed a laugh.
His brow furrowed. "…Why’d you do that?" He looked genuinely unsettled. "…Did I do something wrong?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yup. Absolutely."
His eyes searched your face. "…Then why not here?" He tapped his own lips.
You smiled and shrugged. "I just felt like kissing your cheek."
He continued looking at you as if you had spoken another language. "…But…"
"What?"
"…I’m your boyfriend. You told me that." He pointed at you and took a step forward towards you. "Am I not your boyfriend anymore?"
You blinked and chuckled. "Pope…What are you saying, you absolute goof? Of course you still are."
He stepped closer until there was barely any space between you. "…Then who gets the ones on the mouth if it ain’t me?"
"No one."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
He was quiet for another second and his shoulders relaxed at your reassurance. Then he cupped your face in both hands. "…I want this one." And before you could answer, he leaned in and kissed you deeply, one of his hand cupping the back of your head and the other grabbing the back of your thighs to lift it around his hip.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours as he panted. "…Here. Better."
You giggled and shook your head. "You really thought I was cheating because I kissed your cheek?"
He shrugged and looked around sheepishly. "…Didn’t like it. We together now, remember? I don’t want any of that ‘cheek kiss’ bullshit. I want real kisses that make me feel special. ‘Cause am the only one who gets those."
You blinked before chuckling. "I see. Sorry, baby. Bring me to our bedroom and I’ll show you all the other sort of kisses that are only available to you."
Pope didn’t need to be told twice and carried you to the bedroom—locking the door behind him. Pope loves knowing that he’s special to you…and he gets ALL the special privileges that comes with that. It makes him your person. And you’re his.
Titus Danforth
Titus was reading in the drawing room when you walked in. You leaned over the back of his chair, kissed his cheek, and continued towards the drinks cabinet. "Good evening."
He slowly lowered his book. "…Excuse me, young lady/man."
You looked over. "What?"
"You appear to have missed your target."
"Missed?" You repeated with a curious tilt of your head.
His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was internally fuming at your expression of pure innocence. "My mouth."
You blinked and laughed. "I know where your mouth is, Titus."
"So why did my cheek receive the honor instead?" He asked with frown.
You walked back over. "Didn’t want to disturb your reading."
He stood, setting the book aside.
"My darling…" He gently took your chin between his fingers. "You may rip that book to shreds as long as I get the kisses I deserve. I refuse to believe my reputation has declined to the point where I merit the sort of kiss one gives an elderly aunt."
You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "Titus. You know I just didn’t think it would be a big deal."
His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity underneath. "…Is there someone else receiving the proper kisses while I’m being demoted?"
You gasped dramatically. "Who exactly am I cheating on you with?"
"I don’t know." He spread his hands. "The gardener? The solicitor? Another member of the high council? MY SISTER?!"
You laughed even harder at that last one.
Titus smiled, pleased he’d managed to make you laugh, before drawing you gently back towards him. "I should like to reclaim my proper greeting. I insist."
You smiled up at him and rolled your eyes. "Fine, you big baby."
This time, you kissed him on the lips. When you pulled away, he looked entirely satisfied. He brushed his thumb across your cheek and smiled tenderly at you. "That’s better."
You chuckled and were about to leave when he pulled you back. He then proceeded to make you sit down on his lap in his armchair and picked up his book to resume reading. You wanted to move, but his hand stayed splayed over your stomach—keeping you in place as he tutted playful. "Now now, my heart. You’re staying exactly where you are. Consider yourself my bookmark. Every few pages, I expect another kiss. Lucky for you, I am quite an avid reader."
Jack had just gotten home from a brutal shift. He barely had time to set his keys on the kitchen counter before you appeared in the doorway.
You hesitated for a moment before asking. "…Can I have a hug?"
His expression softened immediately. Just what he needed. "Always." He stepped towards you with his arms wide open. He needed that.
But then, you lifted a finger. "But…don’t hug me back."
Jack blinked in confusion. "…Why?"
You smiled and shrugged. "Just for a moment. Please."
He sighed through his nose and the corner of his mouth twitching. "Okay. Fine. But I expect a really REALLY good hug after this."
He stood still, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides. You stepped into him, wrapped your arms tightly around his middle and rest your forehead against his shoulder.
Jack instinctively started to lift a hand and caught himself halfway.
"…This feels…so wrong," he muttered—clearly bothered. He liked hugging you after a long day and nuzzled your face since he could do nothing else. "I’ve literally had to stop my brain from hugging you. Feels mean. Are you trying to be mean to me or something? Or are you mad at me?"
You shook your head. "You’re doing great. Just wanted to hug you for a sec’."
For nearly a minute, neither of you spoke. He could feel your breathing slowing, your shoulders relaxing against him. His own exhaustion seemed to ease with it.
Finally, you mumbled, "…Okay."
"I’m allowed now?"
"Mhm."
His arms slid around you. One hand rested between your shoulder blades while the other settled at the small of your back. He exhaled quietly against your hair and closed his eyes. "Oh yeah. That’s the stuff…"
You smiled into his chest. "Better?"
"So much better than whatever that was…" he scoffed and after another moment, he added in that dry, teasing tone you knew so well, "Next time, maybe warn me when you’re in a mood for being weird."
You laughed. "I wanted to see if you’d actually do it."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "I’ll humor almost anything if it’s you asking." But he then quickly added as he pulled you into another hug. "…Doesn’t mean I enjoyed standing there like a coat rack. Now c’mere and let me hug you a few extra seconds."
Titus Danforth
The library was quiet except for the crackling fire. Titus looked up from the book in his hands the moment you stepped inside. "Hello, my darling."
You smiled tiredly. "Titus. I need a hug."
He immediately set the book aside and stood. "Your wish is my command. Come here."
You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. He let out a content sigh, one hand settling lightly between your shoulder blades.
After a moment, you mumbled, "…But don’t hug me back."
His hand froze. "…I’m sorry—what was that?"
You closed your eyes and shrugged. "I just…want to hug you for a minute."
He looked down at the top of your head for a long second before slowly lifting both hands into the air with exaggerated surrender. "As you wish." His arms remained stubbornly suspended while you held him as tightly as you wanted.
After a few seconds however, he couldn’t help but complain. "I feel like a decorative lamppost. Should I remind you that we are engaged? Should I also remind you that hugging you is one of the reasons I live for?" He chuckled under his breath, careful not to move though.
Another minute passed before he whispered. "Every instinct I possess is telling me to hold you. And yet I am demonstrating remarkable restraint."
"You are." You agreed and he smirked.
"…Do I receive a reward for this extraordinary feat of self-control?"
You looked up at him with a grin. "Okay. You can hug me back now."
Before you had even finished speaking, his arms slipped around you as he drew you effortlessly against him.
"There," he murmured and rest his chin lightly atop your head. "Much better."
You laughed into his chest. "Honestly? You lasted longer than I thought."
"My darling. I simply honored your request." He held you a little closer and kissed your shoulder. "But I confess…I much prefer it when I’m allowed to return the favor."
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody
Pope was sitting on the porch when you came outside. The moment he saw you, he stood. "You okay?"
You gave him a small smile. "…Can I have a hug?"
He didn’t hesitate and stepped forward immediately.
You raised a hand. "But…don’t hug me back."
He stopped and his brow furrowed. "…What?" He stared at you for a long moment, trying to make sense of your words. "…Why?"
"Just…don’t. Please?" There was a long pause after that. His head tilted and he frowned. He was clearly unhappy with that request.
"…That doesn’t make sense. I don’t…" He shook his head. "If you need a hug…why the fuck wouldn’t I hug you?"
"Because I just want to hold you."
He looked genuinely confused for a moment and his voice came out whinny. "…But I wanna hold you too."
"I know." You wrapped your arms around his waist. For approximately half a second, Pope remained still. Then instinct took over. His arms came around you immediately. One hand settled at the back of your head while the other pressed gently against your back, pulling you fully against him.
"Pope," you laughed into his shirt. "You’re hugging me."
No answer.
"I asked you not to."
Still no answer.
"That wasn’t the deal, baby." You insisted.
"I didn’t like that deal." He grumbled against your neck like a discontent cat.
You tried to pull back just enough to look at him, but he only tightened his embrace.
"If you come to me because you need this…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "…I’m not just gonna stand there. I can’t."
Even though you knew he hadn’t respected your request…you knew Pope just wanted to hug you back. It was impossible for him not to. He was so touch-starved he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand just not reciprocating any affection you’d give him.
"No guilt?" You asked after a moment.
He thought about it before huffing. “…Little bit. Not enough to let go though."
You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest.
He rested his cheek lightly against the top of your head. "I like holding you…makes my head quieter." His grip relaxed just enough that you could move if you wanted to, but he made no effort to let go first.
"…You can be mad at me," he murmured, but was relieved when he heard that you weren’t. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t gonna stop even if you were."
Warning: Not much. But definitely a lewd idea from Pope. But you’ll see. I watched Shawn Hatosy in the Pitt, Animal Kingdom and Ready or Not 2. I’m obsessed.
JACK ABBOT
Jack had insisted on getting ice cream after work. Unfortunately, you didn’t realise then how indecisive he could be.
So here you were, waiting as he was standing at the counter staring at all the options because he couldn’t decide between chocolate swirls, rocky road or cookies and cream. Then he looked at you with the brightest smile you had ever seen in your entire existence before declaring. "You know what? Give me all three."
You bit back a laugh. Right. Why choose when you could have everything?
The two of you then wandered through the park. Jack draped an arm around your shoulders, stealing little bites from your cone while pretending he wasn’t. You mustered the darkest glare in his direction when you saw he had almost licked his way to the biscuity part and his face looked so innocently clueless.
"What?" he grinned. "Can’t help it. Tastes better when it’s yours."
Mind you he had just THREE SCOOPS in his own! When a little blob landed on the tip of your nose, he stared for a second before chuckling.
"…Don’t move." He leaned down and kissed your nose. "There. All better."
He then pretended to go for a kiss, but instead gobbled down the remaining of your ice cream in a few seconds because he’s a stealing greedy old bastard (affectionately) who lost interest in his own ice cream 6 minutes ago.
In retaliation, you stole his ice cream and ate it. Serves him right. You didn’t realise how he was looking at you like you hung the stars in the night sky or how without your ice cream to enjoy, he had to unfortunately settle on leaving sticky kisses all over your neck.
Really…it wasn’t his fault. Your neck was right there. Shouldn’t have left it unprotected while you had to hold back your laughter as you were too busy trying to finish his 3 scoops.
POPE CODY
"You like ice cream? We should get some ice cream sometimes. You and me. Y’know. Without…like…the others. We should do that. It’d be an ‘us’ thing."
That was how Pope invited you on an ice cream date without actually saying that it was an ice cream date. It definitely wasn’t because he had noticed that you had been spending more time with Deran lately…
His mind went ice cream is enjoyable and your presence is enjoyable = both should be equally enjoyable.
That’s how he found himself watching you, sitting on the hood of his truck while you happily ate your cone near the beach.
"You gonna eat yours?" you asked with a teasing smirk.
He shrugged but didn’t answer. He usually loved his one scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Simple joy in his life. But right now…he couldn’t look away from you and realised that out of the ice cream and you—he preferred enjoying you.
Meanwhile, his ice cream was already beginning to melt. You sighed and leaned over, taking a bite from his cone before it dripped everywhere.
His eyes followed the movement. He looked at his cone, then back at you before holding it out. "You finish it."
You frowned. "You don’t want it?"
"I like watching you enjoy things more." He blurted out without thinking.
Later, when a streak of vanilla ended up on the corner of your mouth, Pope reached over without saying anything, brushed it away with his thumb and licked his thumb clean without a single trace of hesitation or embarrassment.
Yep. Definitely his new favourite flavor.
He should definitely ask if he can eat ice cream off you. Maybe shirtless. Would you say yes? Definitely nothing wrong with that idea…or at least he thought so as he stared at you again, his brain already conjuring the picture in his head.
TITUS DANFORTH
Titus had bought ice cream from all the best places in the world. He had paid people to fly and drive it to the Danforth estate when you were gone and decided to surprise you one night by disposing them all on the long table in the dining room. "Take your pick, darling."
Titus sat at the head of the absurdly long dining table and smiled as he saw your eyes widen in shock when you entered the room. The polished oak had disappeared beneath tubs, cartons, silver bowls packed with dry ice, and crystal dishes overflowing with scoops in every imaginable flavor : vanilla from Madagascar, pistachio from Sicily, gelato from Florence, black sesame from Tokyo, honeycomb from New Zealand…
You stopped in the doorway and gasped. "…Titus."
He smiled smugly. "Now…I may have gotten carried away. But can you blame me? You deserve the best this world has to offer."
You were at a loss for words. He stood up and stepped towards you, taking your hands and kissing them both. "I know you’ve had a rough week. Let me treat you."
Your eyes watered and you chuckled before shaking your head in disbelief. "Titus. You could’ve just taken me out to get ice cream."
He frowned, as if the mere idea was an offence. "Where’s the romance in that?"
You looked around the room once more before shaking your head, unable to stop smiling. "I don’t even know where to start."
"Excellent." His grin returned. "That means we’ll have to sample all of them."
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him. "All of them?"
He led you by the hand to two silver spoons on the table. He picked them up and smiled back at you before kissing your cheek and whispering. "We have the entire evening. This is a refrigerated table. It keeps the ice cream cold as long as we want…"
You laughed again. "Oh. I see. You really planned this."
"I did." He seemed so proud of himself. "Also the rest will go to the staff. I believe they would appreciate it."
You stepped closer and cupped his cheek, stroking his cheek tenderly. "You know buying half the world’s ice cream isn’t why I love you."
He chuckled and kissed your palm. "Oh I know, but it does make it harder not to love me, right?"
Hey! So I have a question for a request, if you don't wanna do it, you don't have to! Or if your really busy just ignore this one! So how would the Hannibals react if reader just randomly cuddled them? Once again if you don't wanna do this, ignore it! Love your work Charlie. ♡
HANNIBAL JR:
You had a bad day and hugged him unexpectedly while he was reading in his study. He didn’t even question it and made you sit on his knee to hold you better. "What is it, my dear?"
If you refuse to talk about it, he would instead make you read to him or bake with you until you cheered up. Hannibal Jr. knows that the best remedy for sadness is often to keep your mind occupied.
If it’s just a nice little hug because you’re happy and you want him to see? He will simply hug you back and give you the attention you crave.
HANNIBAL SR:
"Hush now, little lamb. You know tears are useless. Now, tell me. What has made you so upset? Is it a who or a what that is troubling your young mind?" Hannibal Sr hates unnecessary tears. Crying won’t fix the problem, but he will take care of it. You just need to tell him what’s wrong.
If it’s a hug of appreciation, he will hug you back and pat your back gently in appreciation. Hannibal Sr. will always appreciate a little hug from time to time. Just not everyday.
MORGAN:
The moment you hug him, he knows something is wrong. He will immediately hug you back and kiss your forehead. If it’s just a regular hug he will just smile and be happy for the tender gesture. But if he’s right and you are in trouble? He will fix it.
KEVIN HANNIBAL:
"Okay. That was weird." Kevin likes to talk, but he is not physically affectionate. He never hugs anyone unless it’s Hannibal Jr. because he’s the emotional anchor of the three boys. But you hugging him? He would see it as something weird or unnatural at first. But then, he would get used to the idea and just expect it. Like he’s gonna get his hug on a weekly basis now or his week is ruined.
PETER HANNIBAL:
Momentarily stunned. But will then hug you like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. I’m talking about big bear hug that will make you fall backwards.
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I took a personality test a whole back and my results came up as INFP, (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving). I looked around and Arthur Fleck had the same personality type as me, Arthur we match!
Arthur : "…I see. Another one who feels and sees too much in silence. How tragic. How beautiful. Welcome to the clown club, sweetie."
May we please have more 1990 Pennywise x plus size reader? I love the last one you made 🥹🥺
The old rocking chair creaked with every slow, lazy sway. Pennywise had claimed it the moment it had appeared in the hospital. No one else was allowed to sit in it. He liked how the wood groaned beneath him and how the rhythm sounded like a heartbeat.
It had become routine. Every evening, after the hospital had quieted down, he would crookedly curl one long finger towards you.
"Come here."
You already knew what he wanted. Without protest, you'd wander over, and he'd pull you sideways onto his lap despite the fact that you were hardly small enough to fit comfortably.
Somehow, he always made it work. One arm settled securely around your waist while the chair rocked back and forth in silence.
And then, it would happen. His gloved hand— or sometimes his bare one-would begin wandering over your sides. He'd squeeze gently, trace the curve of your stomach and let his fingers sink into the softness at your waist. Sometimes he'd rest his palm there without moving at all. Other times he'd give your side an absentminded little squish.
It should have felt strange, but it didn't.
However, Pennywise hated being touched.
Most people couldn't even brush against his sleeve without earning a sharp glare.
Handshakes disgusted him and crowds irritated him. If someone accidentally bumped into him in a hallway, he'd disappear before they could apologize.
And yet, he was holding you every night and touching you constantly.
One evening, after nearly twenty minutes of gentle rocking and his fingers kneading the softness of your belly, curiosity finally got the better of you.
You looked down at the large hand spread across your stomach. "...why do you keep doing this?"
The chair continued rocking.
Creeeak... Creeeak...
He didn't answer right away. Instead, his thumb slowly brushed across your side and the softest parts of you that were most satisfying to his touch.
"You are soft."
You blinked and laughed. "
"Really? That's it?"
He nodded and pressed his nose against your cheek. "Mm."
You laughed again. "I thought there'd be some deep reason."
"There is."
You tilted your head curiously towards him.
His yellow eyes stayed fixed on your stomach, watching his hand disappear slightly into the plushness beneath your shirt. "When I touch other people." His nose wrinkled. "They're all angles."
He sounded vaguely offended by the concept.
"Bones."
Another slow squeeze.
"Sharp."
His fingers shifted higher, gently pressing against another roll at your side with quiet fascination. "You are not."
The statement was delivered with complete sincerity. "You bend. You give. You're warm and you feel good when I squeeze."
He couldn't explain it better than that.
To him, most humans felt fragile. Hard edges beneath thin skin. Brittle things that might snap if he held them wrong. When he rested his hand against your side, it didn't feel wrong.
"And," he admitted after another long silence, "you never tell me to stop."
Your expression softened. "I would've if I didn't like it."
"I know." Another gentle squeeze. "But you don't."
"No." You agreed. You then leaned back against his chest, letting your hand settle over his where it rested comfortably against your waist. He stiffened for only half a second before relaxing again.
"You know," you murmured with a teasing smile, "if anyone walked in right now, you'd have a lot to explain"
His eyes narrowed. "I could still eat them."
You snorted. "Right. Good plan."
He smirked at your agreement and gave your side one last absent, affectionate squeeze before the chair continued its steady familiar rocking.
