#hallowen

Let’s pretend I did make it in time for Halloween ehe~

So,as the title says. You have a kitten. A small,angry,hissy bitey one bc you found the little rat in the streets. It only likes you,fits the palm of your hand,is a warrior and hisses and scratchs at anyone else. Basically my cat when she was little,except she only liked my (abusive) mother. Little bitch.

This is your cat if you need a reference,but you can immagine whatever. Photo from Pinterest btw.

Btw this is a shitpost for y'all to recover from the wave of angst I casted upon y'all. So be grateful. Lol./j

Thomas Hewitt

I don't think he would mind your kitten. He has dealt with far worse.

He's mostly concerned for it,and tells you to keep it close since it's so small. Someone could accidentally step or sit on it,and he doesn't want your kitty to die.

Now,he does find it kinda cute. The little thing could fit twice in his palm,and yet it still hisses and stracthes at him as if it should scare him. Congratulations little thing,Thomas now likes you.

He doesn't mind getting stracthed or bitten. He has thick skin. He's more worried about the kitten breaking its theet on his hands actually. Also,he can understand why it's doing it. He's an intimidating man,animals never really liked him much,and his hands usually have residues of blood or meat on them,so maybe kitty mistook them for food.

He does sometimes sneak it some meat. Keeps very small pieces in his pocket and feeds them to the little void once he's back from the basement. You now can say your kitten has eaten human flesh.

Is so worried his family will end up killing it,on purpose or not. Hoyt hates animals,especially small ones that can't do anything to help,and he especially hates your little human-eating creature because it scratched him one time. He tried to grab it to break its neck after and you,as a normal,functioning and reasonable human being with great intelligence,fucking tackled him to the ground. Not even in a football-y way. Just kinda launched yourself at him bull-style,head down like the actual animal. It was...definitely a sight.

Hoyt hasn't touched your cat ever since.

Now,after a while,I think the little monster will come to like Thomas. He always gives it treats and keeps it in his pocket when it's cold,it was bound to happen.

Now it forgot about you and clings to Thomas all the time. You tried to be angry about it,but honestly? It was just too cute. The cannibal murderous giant holding the little void creature in his palm and giving it treats,or the little dipshit hissing at Hoyt from Thomas' shoulder. If a kitten could look smug,yours would be the most annoyingly smug little bitch ever.

Michael Myers

This gif is so funny for no reason and sums Michael's character SO WELL.

This man's gonna try and kill your kitten. Duh.

The little shit scratches his ankle as he's walking and suddently you have to jump in front of it because Michael's trying to smash it under his foot. You scream at him for at least 45 minutes after that. He doesn't really give a shit. He does homewever start to consider murder after the first half hour. You're so lucky he (somewhat) loves you.

Alright,alright,he learned his lesson. No killing the little ugly shit. He got it,really.

*tries to kill it again*

Just keep the small thing away from him,seriously. He might like it more when it grows up and stops being a little shit to him,but for now? Kitty better stay as far away from him as it can.

Kitten randomly decides to attack Michael's ankle one day,and he kicks it away instinctively. That morning you walk in the kitchen only to be woken up by a flying hissing void that latches with its small claws directly onto your face.

You kinda wanna kill Michael after that. First and hopefully last time the Boogyeman felt true fear: when his partner chased him around in their robes wielding a grater (the first thing you could grab that you could kill someone with. Honestly graters sound like a pretty sick weapon,ngl)

He tries to be more gentle with your non-human kid now. If only not to be chased again trought the neighbourhood. That was embarassing.

He now just avoids it. It can be difficult at times,especially when the little piece of fur and evil starts ragebaiting him. Sitting in your lap,hissing everytime he gets close and scracthing in the air towards him.

He hates that thing.

Bubba Sawyer

Your kitten likes him. No matter how much of a bitch your kitten is,it likes him. Every animal on earth likes Bubba. Man is Snow White if she was a 6'7 cannibal man wearing a mask made of human skin.

He became friends with a chicken. Chicken are not easily friendly,trust me. He can befriend your little piece of void too.

Gives it a ridicolus amount of food. The creature is small. It needs to grow *puts a 2 pounds piece of human flesh in front of your smaller-than-a-hand kitten*

He's terrified by the thought of one day accidentally killing it by stepping or sitting on it. It's not even concern,he's deeply terrified at the idea of hurting your little friend. Please keep it in your pocket or in a room,otherwise Bubba will keep stressing over it all day.

His brothers aren't allowed anywhere near your pet. Assholes like to play rough,mostly to hear Bubba's distressed noises and the kitten's pained meows. They stopped thought after you nearly ripped Choptop's metal plate out of his head. Now your kitten is considered sacred. Mostly because they really don't want to anger you.

Bubba loves to play with it,or cuddle it. But if he sees you pouting because he's giving too much attention to the small piece of void? Awww come here. Bubba's arms are big enough for both you and the little creature,don't worry.

Kitten is now considered your and Bubba's child. No questions asked. You two are its parents. And if anyone has something against it,they can kiss Bubba's chainsaw.

Brahms Heelshire

He's going to try and forbid you from keeping it. He should be the only thing you love and care for! He's not gonna let some animal take his place!

He throws a tantrum over it. A big one,too. Might try to kill it in the mist of rage. Stops when you raise your voice at him. Okay,ouch. He did not expect that from you. Do you seriously like that hissing ball of fur more than him?!

Will pout for days. Maybe even weeks. Asks you daily to get rid of it,and then throws a new tantrum when you say no. He also gets comically offended if it scratches him. Tries to use it as an excuse to throw it away.

"See! It's a dangerous creature!!!" *Points to small kitten sleeping in your hoodie pocket*

You gave him that look and he shuts up.

Will compete with it for your attention. You're feeding the creature? Well now he wants you to make him something! He doesn't care if he just ate five minutes ago!

God forbids he catches you cuddling with the fur ball instead of him. Man acts like you just cheated on him or something.

Only way to keep him from throwing a trantrum over the kitten every 0.00000000000000067 seconds is to always cuddle him when you're cuddling the kitten,feed them both at the same time and so on...

You fucking hate your life.

Hi guys,sorry if this is shit. It's 3:08 a.m. and I was feeling silly.

Could you please write some headcanons that involve sadbaby!insecure!fem!reader with Albert?? Maybe also possibly soft smut??

Also I apologize if this request seems tiring!! I know you've been writing so much for Al but I just LOVE your Al content.

sad girl headcanons

Albert Shaw x fem!reader 🌑

🪽 insecure!reader, crybaby!reader, fluff & comfort, soft-dom!Al, soft-yandere!Al, pet names, smut under the cut (but not that explicit)

A/N: Oh, these HCs were a much needed break for my brain! Don't get me wrong, I adore writing long fics, but constantly jumping between plots/dynamics/fandoms can get a lil disorienting. Not that I'm complaining, since Albert seems to be my quarterly hyperfixation. What I'm trying to say is that not having to write in continuous and fully cohesive text was nice 😭

Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Albert absolutely clocks your insecurity from day one. Like, it's instant.

sadbaby x sadbaby!undercover

He doesn't like when you apologize for crying.

The first time tears slid down your cheeks in front of him, you choked out a shaky "s-sorry—"

He shook his head sharply. The closest he ever gets to panic.

"Don't do that."

His thumb brushed under your eye, smoothing the wetness with a tenderness he never learned.

He invented it for you.

"You're allowed to feel things, little one."

He sees himself in the quiver of your lip.

That fragile softness he buried so deep it turned into claws.

He's terrified you'll have to do the same.

So when you fold, he unfolds around you.

And the pet names spill out because he can't stop them...

Baby, sweetheart, little thing, my girl, angel, darling, doll~

Each one a soft weight tagging you back into reality.

"You don't get to vanish on me. Not you."

You thought you hid it well, you really did, but he reads people like open books.

He takes pride in the fact that you come to him with your hurt.

It makes him feel needed. Important. The one who gets to fix what the world ruins in you.

Big palms cupping your cheeks, thumbs catching tears like he's offended they dared fall without his permission.

He can't stand when you make yourself small.

Your insecurity sets off his protective and possessive streak like wildfire.

Someone makes a comment about your looks?

That someone doesn't talk around you again.

He spoils you without making it obvious...

New soft blankets, warmed up socks, takeout from your comfort place.

Everything delivered like it's just practical and not a form of affection.

Still, physical affection is more natural for him than verbal reassurance.

Forehead pressed to yours.

Fingers on the back of your neck.

Hand on your hip when you're anxious in public.

In private, he'll lay with his head on your chest - listening.

To your breath. To your heartbeat.

It's proof that you exist and that he didn't imagine this fragile softness in his life.

"You stay the way you are, okay? I'll handle everything for you, baby girl."

On your really bad days, when your chest feels too heavy and your knees tremble, he'll sit on the floor with you, back to the bed, fingers laced with yours.

"You break, I break. So take it easy."

No pressure to talk.

No expectations.

Just his presence, solid and unmovable.

He keeps a mental list of what helps you and what hurts you worse.

No one else has ever paid that much attention, and that alone makes your throat feel tight.

Fun trip ☠️