Hi I Was Wondering If You Could Write Cody And Toby With A Autistic Little Sister Thank You Have A Good

Hi I was wondering if you could write Cody and Toby with a autistic little sister thank you have a good day or night (·∀·)

I wrote this assuming Y/n has level 3 severity, however if you wanted me to write for one with ASD that's a level 1 or 2, you can send in another ask :)

Also, the little sister is around twelve years old.

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Cody

This boy will always, always be there to take care of you.

You were his #1 priority when you were in foster care, and he grew more and more protective over you as time progressed because kids are cruel and someone was always mocking you or making fun of you. He isn't generally a confrontational person, but there were several moments he was beyond eager to break a nose or two.

He was the only one that ever truly concerned himself with helping you, and reading you, and making sure you were okay.

Now that the two of you live in a place where you're consistently surrounded by chaos and crude comments—the majority of which are aimed at you—those feelings have only gotten stronger. The individuals that usually torment you are Johnny, Zero, and even Masky, on occasion (though he never gets too extreme with it).

If you ever get overwhelmed with anything, Cody knows it instantly, and he'll pull you away from the commotion and try to calm you down. He's aware that you have to deal with things that stress you out, but he's right by your side to take your mind off of everything.

Toby

Since Lyra's gone, you are all that Toby has left. He understands being disabled and bullied for something he can't control, which is why he always went to vast lengths to ensure it never happened to you, at least not when he could stop it.

While Lyra grew up taking care of him, he grew up taking care of you. He didn't want Mom to send you to school when you got old enough, as he was all too knowledgable of what that would entail, but she was convinced it would be good to teach you how to socialize, push you past your barriers. He hated such an idea, but alas, she would not listen.

Toby was able to save you from the wrath of your abusive father, and he dragged you with him after the house had been set on fire, cause he wasn't going to just leave you alone.

He knows that your capabilities can be quite limited, so he picks up the slack for you. This makes him pretty busy often, but he doesn't care. He can't let anything happen to you; you mean far too much to him.

He's gentle and patient and caring toward you, and he won't accept any other treatment. When anybody messes with you, rest assured he has your back. He doesn't like getting violent while you're watching, but sometimes that's exactly what it comes to.

Respect and human decency are imperative when anyone communicates with you, and Toby won't have it any other way. You always tell him that you're okay, that he doesn't have to put so much of his time and effort into focusing on you, but he is forever persistent.

Idk Jeff, you can decide that one 😌

Y/N: [Chilling in Jeff’s shirt]

Jeff: Stealing from me again?

Y/N: What?

Jeff: First my heart, then my clothes?

Y/N:

Jeff: What’s next, my last name?

Hi,would you write a sfw or nsfw alphabet for one of the charcaters in your list?If so, could you write one of your choice for Jason the Toymaker?

Aah, I don't do Alphabets right now - I may start at some point? But for now, I only write headcanons, one-shots, matchups, etc. Thanks for asking <3

SCREAMING RN I got so excited seeing another person who writes for Creepypasta >:] How many requests do you have currently? I wanna request smth at some point !!

I have quite a few, but I don't have a limit! You can request whenever you want and I'll get to it as soon as I can :D

Could you make some slenderman tickle headcanons please ? 🌺

I tried to make this sound realistic but the fact still stands that Slenderman is a cryptic asshole that doesn't care about anyone or anything lol.

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Let's just get one thing straight. Slenderman is not ticklish. Like at all.

If you try to make physical contact with him in any fashion he will literally yeet you through a window, or just impale you. Yeah that's probably the simpler solution.

He can't really, like...grasp human emotions? Or anything human at all, really, as he has never been a human before, unlike Jack, Ben, etc.

He merely sees them all as burdens or puppets to control and bend to his will, which is why he's made so many of them his loyal servants. At best, they're handy to him.

He also never understood the concept of reacting a certain way just from being touched. Like how does that work?? It doesn't make sense.

Then again, humans as a whole don't make sense. Or maybe it's him that doesn't make sense. Hm.

He first discovered the idea of 'tickling' when he was being creepy and spying on Cody and Sally attacking each other, and it proved to further confuse him. Why were they laughing? What was funny?

So he decided to seek answers. Poor Brian was his target, and he was so weirded out by the sudden fascination Slenderman had taken in the playful activity. He wasn't sure what to do except be honest.

And then the question came. "Are you...'ticklish'?"

He just froze. "Uhh..."

"Hm. According to your current thoughts, you are."

"O-okay..."

"Exceedingly so."

"A-are we finished here, sir?" he blurted out, wanting nothing more than to leave and drop the subject entirely.

"Nervous. That's what you seem. Moreso than usual. You never stutter."

Brian inhaled deeply to compose himself and stood straighter, hoping that if he pretended to not care, he eventually wouldn't care. "Perhaps, sir. But I have somewhere to be soon. Do you have... any more questions?"

Slenderman folded his arms across his gangly lap. "No. I suppose not. Thank you for your time."

Brian excused himself in a hurry.

Slenderman plans to test out this strange concept at some point, maybe as punishment, since Brian told him it was torture for a lot of people.

When he does, it certainly won't be for fun, it will be to quell his curiosity regarding the matter and to make his people suffer. Slenderman doesn't possess a harmless bone in his body - actually, he might not possess any bones. Maybe that's beside the point.

All in all, this is one entity you don't want coming after you. For anything.

Michael Mell x reader

Pairing: Michael x you

Fandom: Be More Chill

AN: the readers gender isn’t specific. This is a fluff fic with very little angst. Main parts of the angst are just a squiped Jeremy being an ass.

 “I just want to be popular. I just want to be able to chill and not think about killing myself everyday. You guys aren’t good enough for the new me.”

Jeremy’s expression turns dark as he yanks his arm out of Michael’s grasp. “Of course you don’t understand. I wouldn’t expect losers like you to understand what being popular feels like.” He turns towards the door and you have to stop yourself from screaming at him.

You cringe and close your eyes as the words ring through your ears again. Those same stupid words had been bouncing around in your head for hours now. Your boyfriend, Michael Mell, was sleeping next to you, curled comfortably into your side with soft snores escaping his partially opened lips as his eyelids fluttered with each breath. His eyes are puffy and adorn slightly darkened bags and his face holds a slightly red tint, giving away the fact that he’d spent an hour or so crying.

While your head should have been completely emptied of the party that had taken place about three hours ago, you were very preoccupied with the thoughts of your ex-best friend’s words and the sound of your boyfriends echoing sobs. You sighed gently again, and shut your tired eyes tightly, willing yourself to drift into oblivion. You wrap your arms even tighter around your boyfriend, as if you could stop the emotional pain that plagued him.

You unfortunately knew you couldn’t. God, you could kill Jeremy for this. Michael was a sweetheart, he didn’t deserve this. You had thought something similar when you held him close to your chest and tried to calm down his rising panic as he babbled incoherently about how he never should have went to that stupid party. How he should have offed himself instead. How he never should have been born. God have mercy on Jeremy Heere, as the next time you see him you’ll probably kill him.

Michael shifted slightly in your grip but you barely notice as you stew in your thoughts. Chestnut eyes open sleepily and stare at your frowning face. You look silly like that, glaring behind closed eyelids and huffing out an angry sigh every once and awhile, but Michael grins at you anyway. He inches closer to you and pokes your side. He lightly kisses your cheek when you don’t respond, which causes you to startle and suck in a sharp breath. You relax when you meet his eyes and grin exhaustedly.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up baby.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair.

“Well if you’d quit all that obnoxious huffing and puffing,” he whispered back, feigning annoyance. Then after a pause he grins at you again. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“More than Marley?”

He pretends to think for a second then hums, shrugging halfheartedly. “I don’t know. Marley is pretty important to me.”

You push him lightly with a large grin and a giggle. You lean forward slightly when he comes closer to you, giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “How do you feel? You need anything?”

He frowns and you can see the nights events come back to his mind as his eyes begin to water. You pull him closer to your body and bring the blankets up to your shoulders as he shakily tells you he doesn’t need anything. When the sniffling starts you feel your heart break all over again. You run your fingers through his hair and hum a random tune, leaning over to kiss his face repeatedly. After an hour Michael had cried himself to sleep for the second time that night. Finally, you began to drift off as well, not realizing how tired you really were. You fell into a fitful sleep.

When you awoke again the sun was just beginning to rise. A snore sounded off from beside you and you blew out a breath when you recognize it to be the sound that woke you. You shook your head to ward off the remains of sleep and your gaze drifts to Michael. He was sleeping again, his breathing staggering and letting out the loud snores again. He looked so relaxed and soft in the early morning light. You chuckle quietly when you relize he has a fistful of your shirt twisted around his hand, as if he was afraid you would leave him.

You kissed his forehead, smiling when he sighs happily and tugs you closer to him. You mutter affectionate phrases and loving words under your breath and continue leaving small kisses on his face. He scrunches his nose and shifts to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You dig your fingers into his ribs and you hear him snort as he moves to get away from you. You follow after him with a wolfish grin and soon you have him pinned under you as he laughs and squeals.

You release him when tears begin to drip down his cheeks and wipe them away with your fingers. You can feel his heart beat wildly as he shoots up to kiss you, cupping your face with his left hand and wrapping his right around your waist.

“I love you, so much, you know that?”

He smiles softly at you and taps you on the nose. “I know.”

“Maybe one day he’ll quit acting like an asshole,” you say, peppering his face with kisses again, “Until then it’ll just be us losers against the world. And how bad can that be really when I got all I need right here in my arms?”

Michael chuckles lightly at this. He pulls slightly away from you, before moving back and pulling you into another kiss. His lips are soft and his heartbeat and adoration filled eyes are so peaceful in the morning lights. You don’t know what will happen, but for now? It all seems like everything will be okay. And you’ve got Michael. And he’s got you. So what’s the worst that could happen?