#childish!reader

♡ childish!reader who doesn't really understand the danger he's capable of — or maybe she does, but chooses to ignore it, like a child covering her ears and humming when things get too scary. she sees Rafe with those wide, trusting eyes, still thinking he’s just “a little mean sometimes.”

🔪 killer!rafe who talks to her like she’s made of porcelain, soft voice, low and slow — not because he’s gentle by nature, but because she’s the only thing that calms him. “You don’t need to know what I do, bunny. Just keep smiling like that. Let me worry about the ugly stuff.”

♡ childish!reader who throws small tantrums when he won’t let her go out alone. she pouts, stomps her feet, threatens to “run away forever” — but ends up curled in his lap, hugging his neck and mumbling, “you’re still mean,” while he strokes her hair.

🔪 killer!rafe who gets irrationally angry when someone makes fun of the way she talks, the way she gets excited about childish things, or calls her dumb — because only he gets to tease her, and no one else gets to see her eyes well up. “What did you say about her? Huh?” he growls, already pulling up his sleeves, and she has to tug on his arm with a “Rafie, please don’t be scary...”

♡ childish!reader who decorates his knives with tiny stickers, “so they’re less spooky,” she says. he lets her. he lets her because every time he sees the little pink star on the handle, he remembers why he’s still pretending to be human.

🔪 killer!rafe who lies to her constantly — “that guy moved away,” “there was no screaming,” “my hands are red ‘cause I spilled paint.” she believes him. or maybe she just smiles and plays along, pretending not to see the blood on his boots, because her little world is safe as long as he’s there.

♡ childish!reader who makes him friendship bracelets with glitter beads and crooked letters, proudly tying them on his wrist like she just gave him a sacred gift.

WARNING!: Angst, Not much smut, Littlespaced!Male!Reader, My first time writing something like this, so I could have fucked it up...I am sorry if I did, Rough Sex, Mean!Loki, If I shall try again, let me know. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THAT THIS COULD BE TRASH !!

Summary. rafe takes reader to ballet class

She emerges from the bathroom in her pastel pink leotard and pink skirt, which skims her thighs. She's put two heart-shaped clips in her hair, pulled up into a perfect little bun. Her tights are a little too thin for the cold, but she doesn't care. She just wants him to look at her.

She approaches him, hands clasped behind her back, cheeks a little pink, eyes shining with hope.

“Rafe… do I look good?”

He looks up. She's standing in front of him, all fragile and soft, like a porcelain doll from another world. And it makes him sick.

Because she's beautiful, yes. But…

He stands up slowly, drops the black jacket he was wearing over his shoulders, and approaches her.

His fingers run up her jaw, to her chin.

“You look too good,” he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse. “That's the problem.”

She blinks, confused.

"But… I want to look nice. For you."

He smiles, but it's not sweet, not nice. It's a smile a little too tense, a little too tight.

"You do, bunny. You do it a little too well."

He places a kiss on her forehead and holds her close.

"Let's go. I'll take you."

As he's about to leave, rafe holds her by the wrist, making her turn around.

“Wait” showing her a small camera, "let me take a photo."

The air freezes for a moment, delicate as spun sugar, as she tilts her head slightly and gives him a hesitant smile - the one she's practiced in the mirror, the one she knows he likes. Her fingers tighten behind her back, and she nods shyly, letting him position her.

Rafe crouches slightly, camera firmly in hand. He doesn't tell her how to pose - he never has to. She stands there as if in a dream: tender roses, trembling eyelashes, quivering lips.

“Look at me,” he says softly.

She does, all innocent and hopeful, and he takes the picture.

The click of the camera echoes louder than it should.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, eyes still on her. "You're mine like that."

She doesn't quite understand what he means-not completely-but the way he reverently pockets the camera warms her chest.

Rafe brushes a lock of hair away from her temple, even though her bun is impeccable. It's just an excuse to touch her.

Then, in a low voice, “If anyone else looks at you like that today… I'll scratch their eyes out.”

This is no joke.

But he soothes her with a kiss on her cheek and puts an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the door.

"Come on, ballerina. You're going to be late."

And she follows, her cheeks hot again - not from cold, not from fear. Just the feeling of being seen. Noticed. Chosen.

how childish!reader will react if killer!rafe yell at her

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He screams.

And it pierces her. Clean. Like a stab in the gut.

"Fuck, stop that bullshit for two seconds! Can't you see my head's not in it?! "

Yet she had done nothing wrong, she was just being herself. Maybe too much for rafe at that moment. She didn't straighten him out. She just stands there, frozen, her eyes round, her arms flailing.

Her heart is pounding too hard. But her face doesn't move.

Not a tear. Not a word.

He looks at her, breathless, tense. And she just nods, gently.

"All right... " she says, low. Too low.

Then she turns on her heels, quietly.

Almost politely.

She doesn't run. She doesn't slam the door. She climbs the stairs like a well-behaved little girl. Just as she's been taught.

Don't make any noise. Don't bother. Don't show your pain.

Rafe says nothing. He thinks she's going to pout at him.That she'll look away for two hours and come back with a hug, like always.

But he doesn't know what she's hiding in her room.

She gently closes the door. Sits on the edge of the bed. Keeps her hands firmly in her lap.

And then, without a sound, it creaks.

Her shoulders tremble, her tears flow, silently at first , then she stifles a sob in her sweater. Like she used to do when she was little. When her parents screamed.

Because she's always believed that if you cry in front of people, they leave. Or they hit. Or they scream louder. When she had to behave, even if everything inside screamed too.

She cries into her cushion. Tears you don't show anyone. Not even the one you love.

And right now, even though she knows Rafe isn't like that, her body doesn't care. He panics like it was only yesterday. Like it was still at her parents' house. As if she were six years old and shouldn't cry.

How will be ꧁ childish!reader ꧂

♡ childish!reader who pouts when things don’t go her way, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out like a cartoon character — but it never lasts long, not when someone gives her a hug or bribes her with candy. She’s quick to forgive and even quicker to laugh, especially at jokes that no one else finds funny.

♡ childish!reader who gets genuinely excited about silly things — bubbles, stickers, glitter pens, birthday balloons — and talks with the same enthusiasm whether she’s telling you about her favorite cartoon or a weird dream she had last night.

♡ childish!reader who gets easily distracted by cute animals, soft textures, and anything colorful. She’ll stop mid-conversation just to point out a butterfly, or gasp dramatically if she sees a rainbow.

♡ childish!reader who clings to people she trusts — holding pinkies instead of hands, leaning her head on their shoulder without warning, or slipping her hand into theirs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. she’s a little clingy, a little needy, but never in a way that feels heavy

♡ childish!reader who doesn’t care about being "mature" or "cool" — she’d rather be soft, loud, overly expressive and honest. she wears her heart on her sleeve, glitter in her hair, and joy in her voice, making the world around her feel a little brighter just by being in it.

♡ childish!reader who cries when she’s overwhelmed — not always from sadness, but from too much of anything. She hides under blankets when she’s scared, needs her comfort plushie to sleep, and sometimes just wants to be held while someone tells her everything’s going to be okay.

꧁ storie with childish!reader ꧂

How will be childish!reader x killer!rafe Cameron

How childish!reader will react if killer!rafe yell at her

"Do i look good ?"