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Someone plz request dbd women ficlets or ill scream

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Oh my goodness someone who takes Amanda requests. You’re my hero. Would you consider writing a reader who attempts to comfort and clean up Amanda after she self harms? A little of that hurt comfort “ you don’t deserve this” flavor perhaps

Ough I love this kind of angst, and you're welcome, how there isn't more Amanda x Reader content is a mystery to me.

Word count : 1,469

TW : SH / SELF HARM

Remember your health and safety comes first, don't read this if you know self harm makes you uncomfortable

You and Amanda have been together for awhile, after building a relationship up from a very... unstable foundation the two of you have made something together, something you plan to nurture and "renovate" when needed. You focus almost all of your attention on Amanda when you aren't out working or busy answering phone calls and emails. And even then you catch yourself thinking about her.

Amanda's always had a problem with self-sabotaging, bringing herself to her own downfall multiple times in her life. Nothings ever perfect, sometimes you two yell and argue at one another. Most of the time it's because Amanda can't trust the feeling of stability, thinking it'll just be another rug ripped from underneath her feet, leading her to fall into a pit of despair. You never get frustrated with her, and your patience just makes her even more frustrated. At that point you two just start to laugh about how ridiculous it all is. Pulling her close into a hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

" You're a bit of a drama queen sometimes you know that? " You'll say.

And she'll just push a palm to your mouth and tell you to hush, barley stifling her laugh.

You spin around in your swivel chair, checking your watch.

It reads: 8:35 pm

Were you ever going to get home?

You lean back and chew on your pen, trying to to bite down too hard after what happened last time. Your eyes flicker to the blue smudges that stain your hands even now.

Your terminal's screen has turned black from lack of use and you sigh, deciding that even if you tried to get anything else done tonight it'll probobly end up being shit. Pushing out from your office desk you stand and throw your bag over your shoulder, waving a bye to your other zombie faced coworkers who only nod in response.

You make it out to the parking lot, barley any cars were still there and you wondered why you didn't leave sooner. Shoving your way into the vehicle you really let yourself decompress, throwing your carry on off and turning on the car just to feel the cool air on your face. You pull up Amanda's contact in your phone, getting ready to call her as you turn the ignition on. You hear the dial tone ring a few times from where your phone is pressed between your cheek and shoulder.

She doesn't pick up, a bit weird considering you do this every night but who knows. She could be away from her phone, maybe taking a shower. You smile at the image that appears in your head. The voice-mail beeps.

" Uh- hey Mandy, I was stuck in the office all night today but I'm driving back now, see you soon, love you. Bye. "

You quickly hang up and focus on the road again, content knowing you'll come back home to your girlfriend's smiling face.

You try to keep your footfalls quiet as you make your way up the apartment building's creaky stairs, usually you'd never take this way because of how loud these damn steps are but the elevator is out of order again (piece of shit). Fumbling, and almost dropping your keys, you finally open the door to your shared apartment.

" Hey Manda, guess who's back! " You say, mirthfully. But there's no response in the dimly lit space.

You hang your jacket, leave your bag on the barstool and throw off your shoes in random directions. Making your way to the bedroom in the back of the apartment.

" Maybe she went to bed early? " you think, but when you open the door and see no one huddled up in bed, only clean folded white sheets, a feeling of dread crawls up your spine and buries itself in your mind.

" Amanda? " you prompt again, hoping for something to break the uncomfortable silence.

The once answer you receive is the sound of something metal rattling against the floor. Your head twists towards the sound, your eyes meeting the image of the closed bathroom door, light flickering through the gap at the bottom.

You step closer, your feet cast a shadow against the carpet.

" Amanda, sweetheart are you in there? "

You hear shifting, a sniff, and an objecting groan.

" Go away, I don't want you to see me right now. "

Her voice is hoarse, like she's been crying for hours while locked up in this bathroom. Either something scared her or... well only the worst could've happened.

" Is it bad? " you ask softly, resting your weight on your knees in front of the door.

She only whimpers in response.

" We don't have to talk about it, just let me clean you up okay? "

There's silence for a moment, then you hear her stand, watching the light from under the door become blocked out as she gets closer. The door unlocks and opens inward. She looks a mess, eyes puffy and wet, blood is trailing down her forearm to her palm, blood caked and dried under her nails.

You get back on your feet and gently guide her to sit back down on the toilet. It's awfully quiet besides her few sniffles here and there. You press a familiar kiss to her forehead before pulling away.

" I'm gonna grab the first aid kit, I'll be quick."

You quickly make your way to the kitchen and sort through the under sink cabinets, pulling out the red package and crossing the threshold back into the bathroom. Nobody ever wants to have to use one of these but this isn't the first time this has happened, early on in your relationship when you both were different people it was a lot more common. You pour out some antiseptic onto a cotton pad, turning towards Amanda again, gently taking her hand into yours.

" this is gonna sting. "

She nods instead of saying " I know. " having heard this many times before.

You press the pad against the fresh cuts, carefully wiping up the dried trails of blood, not wanting to pull at the irritated skin.

As you clean her up and bandage her arm you can't help but wonder what set her off. A nightmare, a flashback, a memory, someone on the street that looked a little too much like someone she used to know?

" It's all in the past now. " you say after finishing up the last roll of bandages. Amanda knows you don't just mean the cuts but well... everything really.

" I can't just forget about what happened, about what I did to all those people you know that. " She's speaking cooly, on the verge of spiraling into another meltdown if you don't say something else about it.

" I'm not asking you to forget, but hurting yourself won't fix anything. "

Her eyes flicker down to the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, in confusion. What is she supposed to do, with herself, with her life that will repent whatever sins she committed in her lifetime? And that list, she knows, is long.

You sigh softly, pressing the palm of your hand to her cheek, thumb stroking her gently under her eye.

" You're a different person now, don't let the you from before hurt you even after you've done so much to separate yourself from her."

She nods softly in understanding, mumbling a soft " okay. " and leaning forward, wrapping you up by your shoulders and leaning her head into the crook of your neck.

" You sound tired, let's get you to bed. "

You hoist her up, hooking your hands underneath the backs of her thighs, her legs wrapping up around your back while she's still hidden away in your shoulder. You carry her out of the bathroom and place her on your shared bed, letting her sink into the mattress.

You offer to help her into her pajamas, which she gratefully accepts. You begin to remove her clothes, pressing soft kisses to little bits of exposed skin, then placing a new article of clothing over her body. After she's ready for sleep you change out of your work clothes finally, slipping into your sleepwear and joining her in bed after brushing your teeth.

Never will you find yourself having to pay for another filling.

Slipping under the sheets you pull an already half asleep Amanda's back to your front, inhaling the soft scent of lingering shampoo in her hair.

" I love you Mandy, sleep tight"

" Love you too, sleep... " She trails off, her sentance infuriated by a quiet snoring.

You chuckle softly to yourself and shut your eyes. No matter what gets thrown at the two of you, you know you'll always be behind Amanda to catch her fall. And she, in turn, will do the same for you.

Because all you two really have is each other.

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YES I WAS TALKING ABOUT LYNNMANDA REQUESTS AND YOU SENT ME AN ASK FOR THEM GOING TO BURGER KING LOL

Really craving some amanda young x reader prompts so plz if you have any ideas send them 🙏

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THE BURGER KING REQUEST IS INNTHE WORKS...

Really craving some amanda young x reader prompts so plz if you have any ideas send them 🙏

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Really craving some amanda young x reader prompts so plz if you have any ideas send them 🙏

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tw // self harm! headcannons for amanda with a SO who has fallen into a habit of self harming? considering her work, i feel like she would be really conflicted on how to handle it

I love this prompt so much and definitely have so ideas for how this would play out <3

Remember to keep yourself safe, don't read this if self harm bothers you.

Ever since Amanda has been an apprentice John has constantly reminded her to leave her emotions out of her work, to dedicate herself to his "cause".

After meeting you, her ties to John had begun to strain. She could tell you two were alike, in some broken way, but never found scars on you to match the ones that painted her wrists.

You and her had an instant connection, and any sort of connection is something she rarely came across these days. It was only natural that your relationship would turn into something more, and quickly.

Even though Amanda's been clean for quite some time, in multiple ways, she's had some slip ups. But these relapses didn't go unnoticed to John. having her be tested again, solidified her sobriety in some fucked up way, fearful of being put through another life threatening situation by the man who swore he protected her from the cruelty of society.

It seems you've become her only sanctuary, she became different after her second test, but never did her feelings change twords you. Her compassion, gentle attentions, every ounce of them were all put twords you during the nights you had together.

She would talk with you, or lay completely silent with you, for hours. whatever you needed to get off your chest, she'd watch you with close attention, making you feel more heard than anyone has ever before.

But that's doesn't stop those slip ups from happening sometimes.

When she finds you, fresh cuts littered across your skin, she freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Her heart urges her to hold you close, to coo softly to you and clean your wounds. But fear, that worry of what punishment could fall on her, onto you even, makes her immovable.

That quickly changes. She falls into the belife that John's games have fixed her, as a way to cope with what she's done, what she's been put through. She doesn't want that for you, for you to die, or worse become an apprentice like her, because John wants to put you in some trap to test your will to survive.

That she knows, would truely break her past repair, to have some role in your ultimate downfall. So she turns her back on her bleifes.

When you notice her presence finally, looking up at her with wet and hollow eyes, she rushes to where you're huddled and curled up on the ground. Your instinct is to push her away, to yell at her to leave so she can't see you in your weakest moment.

But When her arms wrap around you, you can't help but give in, she'll soak up whatever sobs or mumbled words you let out, holding onto the back on your shirt with tightly wound hands.

She'll bring you somewhere safe, sit you down and grab her medical equipment she had stored for similar times like this. She'll talk you through the process, placing a kiss to your forehead after the antiseptic finishes burning.

Wrapping you up with bandages and gauze, she thinks about how far gone she is, how she isn't the woman she used to be. But you, she thinks, could be the person to really save her this time.

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Hi! any headcannons about adam stanheight being interested in wearing traditionally feminine clothing?

Hey there I love this idea and totally have some headcanons about it :] !!!

So let's get into it! - Adam Faulkner Stanheight Feminine Clothing Headcanons -

Ever since Adam started being friends with Scott Tibbs he's been really into the hardcore punk scene, going to underground shows and getting to know the community

It's not uncommon to see a man sporting a shirt, a kilt, or an "unusually" dressed person at a punk concert. in fact, expressing a non-conformative style is heavily encouraged.

So he said to hell with it, dawning some plaid and fishnets to his next show, thrashing around and feeling more like himself than ever.

He's always had an appreciation for feminine clothing, finding himself stopping and stairing in downtown shop windows where mannequins stood strong in flowy skirts and intricate blouse. thinking how good someone would look in it, captured in one of his photos, how good he might look in it.

As time goes on he experiments more, trying on dark eyeliner and eyeshadow and painting his nails for another gig. He receives compliments from the people around him, encouraging him to step out of his comfort even more.

He's never lived in a good area, and the concern of being harmed verbally or even physically is in the back of his mind when he wants to start wearing feminine clothes outside of the punk shows.

But he can't help but go back downtown, to a woman's shopping corner. He grabs a dress he thinks might fit him instead of trying it on, worried hell be noticed. Instead he checks out with clammy hands, making up an excuse, saying it's for his girlfriend. He'll flush when the cashier says how sweet of him that is before he rushes out the door with his newly filled bags in tow.

He'll go back to his dingy apartment, lock his door and change into his new clothes as soon as he gets inside, bustling with a nervous excitement.

A smile will melt his anxious features when he realizes the dress hugs him just like he thought it would, spinning around for himself in the mirror all while laughing.

He'll mull the idea over in his head for awhile but picks up his flipphone and dials up a couple of his friends from the scene, asking them to come over for a hang out, and that's he's got a "big surprise to show them".

In the meantime he'll clean the place up a bit. Put some eyeliner on (getting better at it already) and wait for his friends, hoping they'll be just as ecstatic as he is when they see him.

And they are! He nearly (read: does) cry when he opens the door and they start hyping him up and making him do another twirl for them, whooping and clapping till he calms down again.

He mumbles a little thanks and gets hugs from all sides, reminding him that there are people around him who love him for himself.

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Send some lynnmanda / shotgunshipping requests to my inbox plz I'm craving writing a ficlet or headcanons about them but I have no ideas

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any hcs about adam in a relationship?

Oh I totally do!!! Adam Faulkner Stannheight x Reader dating headcanons incoming!!!

Hope you enjoy <3

Adam is a bit more awkward than he'd like to admit, he likes to boast about being a smooth talker and a good flirt but most of his encounters end up nowhere.

Well, until you that is! You most likely meet at a gig, if he has the courage to come up to you or you pick him out of the crowd first you two can share interest about local bands, cheesy movies, photography, whatever it may be!

Once he warms up around you he's a lot more confident, especially when you're dating. He's not afraid to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you close. though he will fake a yawn just to get a laugh or two out of you.

He'll ask to take photos of you all the time, though he can be a bit sneaky and get them while you aren't looking too

He prefers those natural shots, where the two of you are happy just walking the town and your simple smile is the warmest thing he's ever seen. Of course he needs to keep a memento.

He's never been great with money but he always gets you something for your anniversaries and holiday celebrations.

Coming home not so secretly holding a bouquet of flowers behind his back or a silly card he picked up from the convenience store. (With a really lame joke hand written on the inside)

If you two end up moving in together he's going to beg to get an apartment that allows cats. You don't think you've ever seen him more desperate about anything else. Besides, you can make a date out of it when you visit the shelter.

Speaking of dates, he prefers to have you come over to his apartment for them, cooking you up one of your favourite meals.

That supprised you at first, you didn't expect him to be a good cook and thought his diet consisted soley of moutain dew and cigarettes but he proved you wrong!

Once dinner is finished you two cuddle up and watch whatever sitcom episode he pre-recorded the night before or play a movie from his DVD collection.

When you both can't stay up any longer, you go to the bathroom where he keeps a spare toothbrush in a cup just for you. You two brush your teeth together and settle down for the night in his small bed, wrapped up around one another.

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Will get to answering the inbox asks soon! Studying for some important tests and finishing art projects rn but I have some ideas ready !!!!

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If anyone has any saw x reader or headcanon requests/prompts for Amanda, Adam, or Lynn send them my way 🫡🪚🧩

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Reading over your request info... Sees you do James Sunderland-

I'm so glad more people are writing him!

Yessss of course gotta give my boy James some love 🤍

Also love the monty python gif lmfao

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heyyy, i really loved your chloe and rachel, and i was wonder if you can do the two of them with a fem reader and how it would be like cuddling with them. have fun writing this and thank you in advance!

AN: Heeey thank you sm! And ofc I'd love to do some cuddle headcanons, always up for those 🤍🧡

With Chloe it's you either cuddle, or you don't it really doesn't matter to her WHICH way you three are cuddling so long as she gets in on the action

That means she could really end up anywhere. Big spoon, little spoon, stuck in the middle, she's all for it.

Though, with these two, You're usually stuck in the middle. I mean REALLY stuck.

Chloe usually ends up falling asleep on you, always leaving behind some sort of drool. While Rachel watches the two of you with a real warm smile. Playing with your hair and all while you guys lounge about on a weekend.

Rachel usually prefers holding you or Chloe as the big spoon, to her it just feels nice to hold someone close to her front all snug in her arms.

It's a great vantage point for pecks on your forehead or the top of your head too. (Which you will receive plenty of by the way.)

If you ever end up being the one to fall asleep on them first they will most definitely transport you very delicately to your shared bed so your back doesn't hurt in the morning.

Morning cuddles are the best too, waking up beside the two of them is a feeling like no other and you're happy you have it all to yourself.

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Added some new characters/media to my request list: check out my requests rules to see who you can send asks for now!

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Hiii I just started my writing blog and I am in desperate need of some requests!

I'm really interested in Dead by Daylight, Resident Evil, and Tomb Raider rn so hit my askbox up if you're interested or have any ideas!

Writing requests rules/examples

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Do you have a killer/survivor preference for Dbd asks?

I prefer to write for the female killers and most of the licensed killers.

As far as survivors I'm not familiar with a lot of their personalities besides the licensed ones.

but I'll try my best at anything! 🧡🤍

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It would be reaaaaally evil if someone put dead by daylight imagines in my ask inbox...