Dont go: Jeff the Killer x Reader Ch.7You know the drill
Gosh women are so needy. I swear! I mean, especially her, her being spoiled by me and all.
"Do you have a kitchen?" She bit her soft lip, looking around the 'living room'.
"Yup." I slightly rocked back and forth, a smile on my already grinning face.
"Hot water? A fridge, shower, beds, heating?" she looked up at the grey ceiling.
"Yes! Anything else princess?" I sighed, running my hands through my silky black hair.
"What's the catch?" She raised a brow, and my heart sunk. I knew I would have to tell her.
"The catch is-" Before I could finish I felt someone come crashing down on me. We both fell to the ground, and instinctively I pulled out my knife, preparing to stab whoever it was.
I sighed in relief. It was only BEN.
"Damn you BEN!" I snarled, throwing him off me. I stood up to dust myself off, and he was at it again. He threw himself towards me, and I held my knife out in front of me. I heard the familiar crunch of my metal blade going through sk
First Day - Father!Stark X Child!Reader"I don't wanna go!" you whined, standing in the kitchen. You had on an outfit of your own choosing, which included your favorite (color) sweatshirt since it wad cold today.
Your father groaned and ran his fingers through his brown hair. He remembered you doing the same thing before preschool, though you probably didn't. "Why not, ___?" he asked.
"I wanna go back to preschool." you told him. Your complete seriousness made him want to take you less seriously than he already did.
"That's not answering my question." he crouched down to your height. "Why do you want to go back to preschool instead of kindergarten?"
"It's better." you told him, not wanting to say the real reason. You wanted to be brave like him, so you would never admit that you were scared.
"You don't know that." he told you, picking you up and sitting you on a chair. "You won't know until you get there. Now, why don't you tell me the real reason?"
"It's 'cause I'm scared..." you frowned, climbing back into your arms. "I do
Bane x Reader"Run!" he roared, a menacing glint in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving you!" she shouted.
One of the assailants leaped down and punched her in the face, nails tearing at her soft flesh. She yelped, but swung just as hard, if not harder. The attacker's cronies all turned on her and pushed her down, tearing at any open skin, any vulnerable part of her. She kicked some away, but there were too many. She felt so scared suddenly. They kept coming. She crossed her arms in a shield-like form over her face as they continued to bludgeon her. Suddenly there was a lightness. She felt a much gentler touch but she still flinched. Bodies lay crippled and broken everywhere, necks at odd angles, jaws disconnected, spines twisted.
"I told you," he said gently, holding her tiny hand in his enormous one. She stumbled forward and he caught her, chuckling mechanically. He picked her up. He held her tight, knowing it was not the end.
She felt the welts rising, warm on her face. She felt safe hel
Bane x Reader (Again)Fleet Foxes - Your Protector
"I can't lose you," he said angrily, slamming a massive fist into the wall. Plaster dust was shaken from it's home, and chunks of drywall scattered across the floor.
"I'm not going to die!" ____________ protested. "I can take care of myself."
"NO!" he shouted. "You're small, weak and scared. You will."
___________ glared and narrowed her eyes. Bane knew he'd stepped over the edge. "I see." She spun away from him, and he heard her leave. He frowned.
"She'll come back," he mused. "She won't last a week on her own."
She wandered around the city, thinking about how the world came to be, how she ended up in Gotham, with a near-terrorist at her side and a bat at her heels.
"Hey hey hey." A dark chuckle met her ears. "It's that monster's whore."
She could almost see the red painted lips in the dark.
"Pretty little thing, I must explain," he cooed. "I rule Gotham, he doesn't. I rule the people. I instigat
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