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vviltrumite · 19 hours ago

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hc — cluelessly obsessed . -‘๑’-

⚛ mark grayson x you

wc :: 882 ( 4,773 char . )

rating :: sfw

a/n :: I like to think that mark gets super posessive and obsessed without even realizing what he's doing, so here's a short little thing I wrote indulging in that

— mark grayson who's only ever thought of you as a childhood friend. someone you went to school with, shared classes with, helped eachother cheat on tests, and hung out outside of school on the weekends. sure, maybe he had missed going to the movies with you as friends, or maybe he missed the way you laughed whenever he would make a joke about one of the teachers you mutually hated. and sure, okay, maybe he thought you were kind of pretty at the coffee shop he saw you at exactly two weeks and a day ago. but that doesn't mean anything. he just thought you were pretty, nothing more.

— mark grayson who doesn't realize he's obsessed with you even when he sees you conversing with a guy on your college campus during one of his patrols a short time after he'd stopped working for cecil. hed only stopped by due to pure chance. the route he was taking back to his house wasnt too far off from your college, so why not just stop by? whether he chooses to shove it down, or just mistook the jealous pang in his gut for something else entirely is unbeknownst to even him at this point. all he knows is that he needs to find out who this guy is. out of pure curiosity, nothing else.

— mark grayson who then goes home that day and spends the rest of his afternoon searching him on the internet, social media, going down a rabbit hole of his friends and family. he's able to find out quite alot in a short amount of time; the guy practically has all his information for everyone to see. it's almost too easy. and... okay, maybe he used his his connections with the government to find out alot more than he'd be able to if he were just using the internet. —like his home address, for example—ahem cough who said that. but, c'mon, cut him some slack! he's a superhero, you can't expect him to not use his resources when it comes to stuff like this. and it's not like he's actually gonna show up at the guys house or anything, right? that would be crazy.

— mark grayson who finds himself out way later than he should be one night, hovering outside of this guys bedroom window. it wasn't intentional, him being here. he just saw you out late with your friends and you split off from them to leave with this guy, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. but he finds out pretty quickly that you're probably going to be spending the night here when he accidentally spots you two doing alot more than just kissing. okay, how was he supposed to know that's what you two would be doing?? its not like he wanted to see that, anyway. it's not like he likes you. he shakes his head and zips off before he has the chance to witness anything that he won't be able to scrub his mind clear of.

— mark grayson who denies his feelings at first; brushing them off and telling himself that he's only curious. you two haven't spoke in a while, your lives took over and he just wants to make sure you're doing okay, ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach when he finds himself in bed with his thumb trembling over the call button on his cell. why was he so nervous all of a sudden? he just wanted to catch up with you. plus, it would be kind of weird if he just followed you around without ever actually speaking to you.

— mark grayson who doesn't even realize he's practically treating your date—hang out— like an interrogation, asking you all sorts of questions like "so, what class do you take?", "that's cool, sounds exhausting, though. when do your classes end?" masking each question behind a casual tone until eventually he has your whole schedule written down on the sticky note in the back of his mind for him to remember.

— mark grayson who doesn't even realize what he's doing when he somehow ends up at your college campus, following you around from the sky above, out of sight from everyone else, but with his gaze fixed entirely on you and the two people you occupy yourself with; ready to zip off in a yellow and blue blur if any one of them were to glance up. they're your friends, he's come to know them quite well despite not ever directly talking to them. he's made himself familiar with everyone you regularly talk to, and at this point would recognize immedietly if you were to start speaking with someone new.

— mark grayson who can't help but peer over your shoulder whenever you open your phone. faux careless sounding "who're you texting?" 's, and an indifferent tone when he asks "who's that?" every time you got a notificafion. despite the fact he really did care, maybe too much, because he soon finds himself snapping at william when he accuses him of liking you. "she has a boyfriend, no way." he states with a roll of his eyes, effectively shutting the situation down despite the grin he bites back when the thought that 'what if you did like him back?' pops into his mind.

— mark grayson who wants to make the decision to break up seem like your choice, despite all the snide remarks and comments he makes on your relationship. "hm. if i were you, i wouldn't let someone treat me like that." whenever you'd vent to him about your struggles. part of him didn't even realize he was doing it, either. maybe he really did think he was just trying to be helpful and offer you some advice. i mean, really, why would you let anyone treat you like that? why couldn't you just see how shitty of a person your boyfriend was? mark could treat you better, he was sure of it.

— mark grayson who offers you a shoulder to cry on and a hand that snakes around your waist when you come to him a teary-eyed mess after the breakup, listening despite the fact it irritates him to hear you rant and rave on about how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. mark grayson who's thankful your head is buried in his shoulder so you can't see the grin he fails to bite back as his fingertips comb through your hair. he would comfort you, and keep giving you the same advice he always had. but internally he was overjoyed that you finally broke things off with him and now all he had to do was wait. you were already his from the moment he saw you, you just hadn't realized it yet.

#mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x you #invincible x reader #invincible x you #invincible #invincible comics

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saltynsassy31 · 3 days ago

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I thought of more stuff...

Okay so Drift joined a group to capture and weaponize the bird folk or hunt them or something until his own feathers started growing in cause he's part bird. Then ran away from group wounded, Ratchet saved him, but he couldn't be with Ratchet because he literally was hunting him down so he doesn't "deserve it" and instead finds himself in a place filled with half bird folk and Wing the dude who teaches him to not be a jerk and leads Drift to Spirituality. Anyhow then Drift leaves to find Ratchet because (idk) and stumbles upon Rodimus/HotRod a literal Phoenix dude, and HotRod gains a bodyguard. And they eventually meet up with Ratchet who's like the only adult when the two numbskulls are together.

Anyhow I thought it would be funny if Tailgate was a half bird person too, and his "vanishing" would be while cleaning a research post thought he saw a bird person and ran off a cliff not looking where he was going, but considering his bird dna he more glided (or bounced) until he got trapped in a cave. (Thankfully the lovely purple bird saved him from the blue Canadian goose that was freaking him out, a couple months after the fact) ;)

Last thing I swear. Ratchets wings, I kinda want them to just drag behind him like he can't fly, maybe because they're messed up and he won't let anyone touch them of groom him (who knows)

Anyhow hope you enjoy ;D

DUDE

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!?!

Okay okay okay HOW do you keep guessing like, half the things I'm gonna do???????

It's not 100% accurate to what I have planned, but it's not like I had much planned anyway. Actually,I think it's probably better than what I had 😅 (though to be fair to me, I only recently started to learn about the rest of the cast LMAO)

I had no plans for Roddy though, like, nada. So consider your idea for him officially canon 😉👍

As for Ratchet and Drift. Drift is pretty close to what I had in mind of being half bird. Except he wasn't naturally a half bird (I was planning of introducing his story along side Rodimus, but I had zero plans for the fiery guy at the time. But now that I do, I can start working on it THANKS TO YOU!!!!) And his lore kinda ties in back to the Hunter and the Jet Twins (just disclaimer, the jettwins and Perceptor have their lore settled pretty firmly I just... it... it'll just take a while for me to finish their part because its big heavy lore).

Also, in general, the lore you have for Drift is actually way better, and fits a lot more than with what I had in mind. So consider it canon LMAO (we'll cross the gridge of the not natrually half bird part when we get there 🤭)

Also may I steal your design for Drift? I am absolutely in love with it! Vkdksks and it fits with the lore so much- I will credit you, obviously, all credits to you omg

Ratchet's wings...well, they used to be big too, you got that part somewhat right. He'll get his own post some day, but, in the mean time, since you've been such a dear, I'll show you the WIP for him I have so far :3

He's actually important for Blurr and Swerve's journey

As for Tailgate

YOU GUESSED 100% HIS STORY WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT HOOOOWWWW?????

I mean, not that he had a lot planned to begin with. But yes, he is a half-breed (I will be making a dedicated post to them btw, they're important, especially when it comes to Ratchet’s involvement). He's also part of the minibot trio cuz I love them, and I love their friendship uwu now I just gotta find a way to fit in Skids because his friendship with Swerve is my favourite so far. Curse me for not having read mtmte before making this au-

Cyclonus is a bird that finds him too. But everything else I hadn't yet touched on, so your story for them is pretty much canon at this point XD (I also had no plans for Whirl, so I'll keep him as the chaotic, blue Canadian goose XD)

EDUT UIFIRGOT TO COMMENT IN BABY RODDY I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH IT DUDE THAT IS SO CUTE YES HE IS ABSOLUTELY BABY OH MY GOD WHAT AN UGLY BABY I LOVD HIM

Edit, again cuz I am rushing through this too much and I keep forgetting to comment on shit

But that little comic with Rewind and Swerve is sooooo accurate to them lmao

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bimboothefool · 3 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝

(𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

a/n: this is a very late b-day gift for my amazing friend @smittenroses !! It got delayed because of IRL stuff and iPad technical issues, hope you enjoy the fic Ro!!🩷

content warnings: takes place in the dbd universe, reader is a year or two younger than william in this fic, william is reader’s ex-fiancé, some cheesy flirting and banter, a nightmare flashback scene, mental breakdown, obsessive behavior, yandere behavior, reader has conflicted feelings for william, light angst, pet names, emotional manipulation, light violence and gore.

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With ragged breath and aching muscles, you ran as far as you could. Adrenaline flowing in your veins, hearing him right on your tail. You slammed against the back door, you turned the doorknob only for it to seem to be jammed. Your heart hammered into your ribcage as his larger form shadows yours. The glow of his costume’s eyes stares you down. “Stay away…”

William says your name in an artificially sweet voice. “No! Stay away!!” He huffs at your defiance. “My darling..!” William stalked slowly as he readied his blade, you let out a frightful sound. Kicking the door repeatedly. “Light of my life, I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you…” Refusing to believe his lies you put your whole body into each kick.

Finally, the door busted open. You bolted out, Afton soon chased after you as running from the parking lot and into the forest. “Shit!!” You hopped over a log and weaved through the trees trying to get him off your trail. William wasn’t letting up and felt something grab your leg, falling into the muddy ground. You let out a scream, immediately trying to get his large hand off your ankle. “You and I are going home. Whether you like it or not dear!” His words make your blood run cold. “NO!”

Before William can drag you to wherever he plans to keep you. Something spindly grabbed him. “What the—?!” A chance presents itself as you kick him square in the nose. Scurrying away and picking yourself up to run.

William’s screams and threats grow more distant as you run further away from him. You cried tears of relief, running faster beyond your limits upon seeing a clearing in the forest. “OH GOD!! HELP ME PLEASE!!” The people surrounding the campfire turned their heads to see you scared out of your wits, pleading for help. “Woah! Hey, what's going on??” A woman with short brown hair, a blue sleeveless top gets up and checks you for injuries.

You blubber out tearfully, pointing to the woods beyond and try explaining what you had witnessed the past five hours. “Hey it’s okay… You’re safe…” She gently patted your back and guided you to sit down on a log of wood.

A man with nicely kept brown hair looked at you with concern. “Sooo… Mind telling us what happened and who you are?” You shivered and muttered your name as best as you could, in complete shock of everything. The missing kids, the animatronics and reveal of William Afton being alive was a complete whirlwind. It makes your head spin.

There’s still some questions unanswered, especially personal ones. You had hoped Mike, Abby and Vanessa were okay. Attempting to rationalize what you’d just experienced. Everything you thought up as a reply sounded more unhinged than the last. Leaving you silent for a small bit of time.

“Ex Fiancé.” Stating flatly, cozying up to the flames to ward off the frost. “Yikes… Uhh I’m Steve Harrington by the way.” You looked at Steve and nodded. “Good to meet you Steve, wish I could’ve met you guys under better circumstances.” You stare at the ring on your finger; it was once caked with dirt and grime.

It was polished and glimmered as if you weren’t running for your life, clawing your way to survive another day. “How come my clothes are..?” A girl with a turtleneck sweater explained it being The Entity’s doing. “My head feels like it’s going to split open…”

“Anyways, mind introducing yourselves?” After a lengthy introduction to all the others, they fill you in on your current situation. You’re now a survivor, forced to participate in a vicious game of cat and mouse. “Great… Traded one serial killer who wears a rabbit suit for a slew of other killers from different worlds and timelines? Just my luck…”

Jill laughed and spoke. “Yeah, what are the odds?” With your heartbeat at a normal pace, feeling a little more at ease. You sighed and gave an introduction of your own.

“Well I’m or was a journalist, assigned to investigate this old pizzeria joint. As you can imagine my findings were… Quite revealing and now I’m here…” You scratched your neck nervously, your mind replaying how William towered over Mike’s beaten body. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Constantly pulling the strings at every turn, it sickened you. To know how he’s gotten away with so much for so long. Playing you and many others like puppets. If you hadn’t found out then, you didn’t want to wonder about any other possible outcomes. Kicking a rock as it disappears into the forest. To know that the man who made you feel so desirable can be capable of murder. It made you feel a whirlwind of emotions.

‘ I know it comes with the job, there’s always the possibility that someone close could be lying. Trying to hide something that could end someone’s life… But still, my ex-fiancé is the infamous William Afton… He was never found, naturally one would assume he’s dead. ‘ He saw you in your most vulnerable moments. That fact alone made you want to puke.

Pinching your nose bridge, you hear someone clear their throat. “At least I won’t see his face again.” Letting out a yawn, you were escorted to your room, falling asleep as soon as you hit the springy mattress.

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William’s POV

I clawed to try and reach for them, yet they escaped me and I was pulled into an abyss. Opening my eyes to see a dilapidated campsite, crows were prominent. I was greeted to see some familiar looking faces that seemed fictitious, and some are not so familiar. “Well look what the Entity dragged in.” A small doll with a raspy voice joked.

They all surround me as if I was a frog up for experimentation. I hated this feeling and now that my plan has gone awry, I need to adapt. I tossed a tight smile towards the doll. “Big talk for someone not even half my size.”

“You fucker!” I barely acknowledged him, wanting to find them. “Anyways got a clue as to why I’m here? I just wanna find my beloved spouse and make our merry way back home.” They chatter amongst themselves and soon a monstrously tall man with wavy white hair approaches me. He introduces himself and the others, along with filling me in on my new role. “Will I see them again..?”

‘ After all it’d be a shame to let all of my work go to waste just like that. ‘ My mind wandered, just the mere thought of it gnawed at me. “It seems likely, though you’ll have to wait until the trials begin.” Dracula hypothesized, I sighed and decided to occupy myself for the time being. Getting ready for my next performance in this realm.

“Things are about to get pretty interesting around here…” Frank muttered; a grin can be heard in his voice.

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Your POV

You heard a familiar car horn, lowering the heat on the stove. William exits his faded yellow car with a confident grin on his face. “Honey, I’m home~!” You laughed at his chipper demeanor. “Welcome home, Steve. How was work today?” He happily makes his way to you; arms wrapped around your waist. His chin sitting on your shoulder, eyes staring intently at your movements. “Smells good…” You felt your heart race. “The food? Or..?”

“Both.” You shivered feeling the rough texture of his beard on your neck. “Steve..! That tickles!” He laughed, peppering kisses on your neck and cheek. ‘ Why am I dreaming of the past..? Do I miss him..? Shit no, but… But… ‘ Before your brain could register, you asked. “Do you really love me?” His soft blue eyes widened, lifting his head to see you gripping the handle on the saucepan. “My dear… Of course I do, I wouldn’t have proposed had I not loved you.” Stating in a matter-of-fact way, the ring glimmers in the light.

Taunting you, the mere mention of the day he’d proposed to you felt like a stain to your pride. ‘ Was it all just a lie..? Can I handle the truth of that question? Will he even be honest? ‘ You hated missing him or at least this mask he’d put on for you. Admitting to feeling this way felt like acidic defeat. Wanting to hide it away rather than express your ugly and vulnerable feelings.

“Feeling insecure again, my dear?” He asked in a condescendingly kind voice. It bubbles your anger; how can he muster up such faux affection. “I… No! I… Gah! God… FUCKING DAMMIT!!” Unable to think you toss the pan to the wall. The food splatters onto the floor.

“How did I allow myself to fall for a man like you..?” You fall to your knees as he crouches next to you. Chest tightens as your tears stream down. “I’ll ask again. Do you love me? Or was I just a loose end you needed wrapped up?” He laughs. As if your mental breakdown was merely a temper tantrum. ‘ Stop… Stop smiling at me like that..! STOP! ‘ Awaiting his response was dread inducing, the possible outcome regardless ate away at your sanity.

“Love is a mysterious force, but it brought us together…” His hand gently rubs your back in circles. “It drives us to do things that are out of our character…” The room darkens as you feel the walls closing in, you two are the only ones in this small void. You catch a glimpse of William’s expression. He smiles at you lovingly, but his eyes scream something different. It reeked of obsession. “Elaborate.” His smile grows. As other rabbit-like figures surround you. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out my darling dear!”

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You woke up in a cold sweat. Trying to get a bearing on your heart rate. Curling up, hugging your knees to your chest. “It’s just a dream… It’s just a dream… Just a dream… An awful dream…” You mumbled trying to snatch back your sanity.

A creak cuts through the silence. “Hey are you okay..?” Kate’s worried face peaks from the door of your room. “Kate, right..? What’s up..?”

“Uh yeah, man you’ve got a good memory. Guess that’s expected given your occupation. Ah I’m getting distracted…” You motioned her to come in. She enters with enthusiasm and says. “It’s now breakfast time! Gotta get some fuel before we head out for the first match of the day.”

“I see… Yeah I’ll be down there, let me just get ready.” Kate nods firmly. “Of course!” With that she takes her leave and leaves you with your thoughts. Getting up to freshen up for the literal bloodbath you're about to partake in, washing your face. Staring at your reflection, you looked a little better. Without another word you left to get some food.

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Heading to the campsite with three teammates. Rebecca, Nancy and Leon. From what you remember it seems like the team’s got a well-rounded roster. “Alright ready to go?” You nod in understanding. “Anything else I need to know before we go?”

Leon hands you a walkie talkie. “Whatever happens, we keep each other in the loop.” You’ve been told about the rules and how death isn’t permanent. It was weird to say the least how all of this operates. “‘Kay then, I’ll do my best not to slow you down and if things get messy just remember your goal.” The fog consumes you and your teammates. The party has now begun.

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You wake up in a familiar location, a static noise erupts from your walkie talkie. “Hey, where are you guys?” Nancy and Leon quickly report their location to Rebecca. “I’m in the Parts and Service room…” You felt like you were being watched. It didn't help that there’s animatronic heads and pieces scattered around.

Though some parts of the room had chunks of gore and bones added into the mix, it felt like walking into a twisted funhouse mirror of what you once knew. “Does that mean..? No it can’t be… Right?” Asking yourself as you felt their dead eyes stare at you. ‘ Don’t look at them… Just find the generator and things will be smooth sailing from here… ‘

After wandering around for a little bit, you found a generator in the arcade room. Crouching down you began working on fixing it. The whirring of the engine soothes your racing mind and keeps the dread inducing thoughts at bay. The generator starts running better as you hear a familiar voice. “And there… We… Go!” A satisfying click can be heard as the engine purrs without any hiccups.

Hearing footsteps approach you, tensing up and cautiously looking from behind the generator. A familiar and welcoming face greets you.

“Oh! It’s you Rebecca.” She offers you a kind smile as you both head off to find the next generator. “How are you adjusting so far?” Questioningly looking at her, you asked. “Uhh.. Clarify, please?” Rebecca soon does so. “Just in general.” You hummed as you both hurried to find the next generator. “I guess I’m still adjusting, this game and world is so… Surreal…”

“Is this familiar to you?” With a nod, you elaborate. “Yeah, this is the place I was sent to investigate, being back here again feels so…” The words were swarming your thoughts, Rebecca pipes up. “Like walking back into hell?” You hummed. “Yeah, like that…”

Feeling a gaze burns into the back of your head, it fills you with dread. “Rebecca…” You stopped and soon felt his presence. “RUN!” An axe flew in her direction, without thinking you shielded her. The blade lodges itself painfully in your left shoulder. You let out a blood curdling scream, alerting the other survivors in the area, hearing Rebecca call your name. “Go! I’ll hold them off! Get the rest of those generators running!” With clear directions, Rebecca splits off from you, eyes widened in shock.

“Well, well, well… If it isn't my beloved darling.” He towers over you, blood runs cold as his eyes piercing through your form. “It can’t be…” William laughs cruelly. “Aww why the long face? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” Stalking closer towards you, causing you to step back. “No! I just... I thought–How??” Confused at his sudden appearance, you were positive he might’ve been killed by whatever spider-like creature took him. “Ah see that’s where you’re wrong, it’s a long story. But rest assured wherever you are, I won’t be far behind!” You sneered at him. “Was that supposed to make me swoon or hurl…”

“Oh you wound me so darling!” William placed a hand over where his heart should be. “After all I’ve done for you… You’re so cold to me…” William fakes his tears; the wolf’s disguise was long since torn off. “Yet I’ve planned on giving you so much more… You’re very much deserving of my love and spoils even after your little outburst.” Trying to escape you get pulled back into William’s arms. “Ah, ah, ah~! Come here dear! There’s so much left to talk about, so come let’s have a chat!”

Swiftly stabbing you, effectively immobilizing you, he hauls you onto his shoulder. Pathetically bashing your fists against the suit. Trying to get the spring locks to immobilize him. His steps halt as his eyes trail to see something out of your view. “Oh, it seems like we have an audience, but too bad for them. This is a private show!” Turning your head to see a familiar door with a camera fixed atop of it. An axe gets thrown at it, effectively disabling it off.

“Now then where were we? Ah yes, I’m sure you’ve got lots of questions my dear!” William cheerfully says as a bloodied hook comes into view. “No… No no no! OH GOD NO!” Struggling harder, his crushing grip tightened. “Shhh it’s okay my dear you’ll only feel a pinch.”

Before William could skewer you onto the hook, he suddenly drops you. Letting out a painful groan. “Dammit!” You hear Nancy call your name. “C’mon let’s go!” You hurriedly follow her, and she shoves you inside one of the doors. “Go find Rebecca or Leon. They’ll heal you.” You choose a random location and are soon inside the office. Coming out the other side, you’re greeted to the main stage with Freddy, Chica and Bonnie.

A generator sits in the middle of the room, its engine softly running. “Guess it was Nancy’s work…” A static coming from your walkie talkie interrupts your thoughts. “Oh, thank god you’re still alive!” Leon exclaims; you nodded. “Pretty much, I owe it to Nancy.” Quickly you checked the cameras. “Leon, where are you?” Leon clarified his location, and you see William through the screen, heading to Leon’s location. “Get out of there! He’s coming!” Looking behind him, hurriedly leaves as an axe was thrown next to the generator he was working on.

You were notified that everyone was able to see Afton’s location and you added. “Use the cameras sparingly, otherwise William will know where to look.” Signing off you got to work on the generator Nancy was previously on.

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The ground shakes as glowing cracks appear beneath you. “Shit..! Gotta find an exit…” Hoping to not encounter your persistent ex-fiancé for the fifth maybe seventh time during this entire match. He took sadistic joy in scaring you, constantly popping up at the most inconvenient times. The majority of the match was you containing him, it was massively in your teammates favor. As they were able to get a majority of the generators done.

Exiting the pizzeria and into a familiar forest clearing, the bell rings ominously. Sending a shiver throughout your nervous system. The benefit of him chasing you is that after each encounter, you learned more about his move set and other patterns he unconsciously did. A melodious hum causes you to crouch down, the halt of his footsteps freezes your blood. Your heart thumping loudly inside your ribcage.

He calls out your name in a sickly-sweet voice, one that had tormented you for hours on end. “Oh, honey bunny! Come on out, I won’t hurt you… I’m giving you a way out…” Sweat beads down your face along with your palms clamming up.

‘ Don’t breathe, don’t breathe, don’t breathe don’t— ‘ A hand clasps over your mouth, someone shushes you. “C’mon I know where the exit is…” Whispered Leon as he helped you sneak past William’s line of sight. Along with avoiding the cameras, to make sure he didn’t have an opportunity to catch you both escaping. You let out a laugh at a thought you had, Leon looks at you with confusion. Your sudden spurt of laughter in such a tense situation had him a bit curious.

Getting a glance at his lost expression. “Oh, sorry it’s just, back before I came here. Freddy and his friends would hide from the cameras; it was like being in their shoes for a second there.” The exit was in view, and you offered to pull the lever. “Freddy?” He asked, you soon clarified on who was who. “Wait, they're alive??” said Leon in disbelief. “It’s a bit complicated and gruesome, but yeah, they can, back where I’m from. Though it seems like they’re inanimate as they should be. It’s weird to see them just not move…”

“Looks like we all have odd encounters.” You nodded in agreement to his statement. “It’s weird to say the least, it all pretty much started when I met William under a different name.” Someone runs over to you and Leon, Rebecca hunches over taking a gulp or two of air. “Thank God you two are okay! William really doesn’t let up…” You laughed and joked. “Tell me about it, he’s always been the persistent type. Once his mind is set on a goal, he won’t rest.”

‘ William really reminds me of an animal sometimes and now more than ever. He’s needlessly ruthless and violent, that brutality though is uniquely human… Only a man like him is that pointlessly cruel, though he’s deadly smart… ‘ You looked and checked who’s missing from the group. “Where’s Nancy?”

A scream cuts through the air; you attempt to contact her. Only to be met with a voice, you dreaded hearing. “Hi honey! Don’t mind me, I'm just cleaning up the mess.” Your grip tightens around the walkie talkie. Shutting it off, you went to save Nancy. A hand grips your wrist pulling you back. “No, we have to go! We’re running out of time.” Rebecca said firmly as the bells rang again, the ground shakes violently. More cracks appear beneath you and your surviving teammates; an axe hits you deadly close near your feet.

“Shit! Let’s go!” You and your teammates book it as William attempts to stop you, by trying to down you. The blade of his knife sliced your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Running faster as your life depended on it. Finally catching up with the rest of your teammates, Nancy included. They look at you with worry. “Hold on, let's patch you up…” Rebecca suggested as the team stopped in their tracks. “But—!”

“Look we’re pretty far from him; it’s not a big issue.” Nancy reassured you, with a defeated sigh. “Alright, I’ll take your word then.” Rebecca swiftly gets to work, whipping out several items from the med kit during the trial. “Oh, he really got you… This will require some stitches.” You bite your lip, though you rationalized it in your head.

‘ Better than getting put on a hook… ‘ The crows caws, and the ambience puts you at ease as Rebecca sews the cut shut. Wrapping the gauze tight enough to stay, but just loose enough to not cut off circulation. “Need any help getting back?” Shaking your head. “It’s okay, I’m fine now. I’m able to keep up with you guys the rest of the way.”

As you embarked off with your team, unaware that William stood and watched you in the distance. His smile widens with sickened glee, knowing you have a mark made by him. Reassured in the fact that in a twisted way, you two won’t ever be apart. For a long, long time. He departs and eagerly plans his next performance with you.

𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙨:

- 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 [𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙧]

- 𝘼𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙙123 [𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙧]

- 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 [𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙧]

- 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙮 [𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙧]

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 <3

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HEAR ME OUT DL BOYS WITH TWO GIRLS THAT ARE SENT TO THE MANSION AND ARE FREAKY W EACH OTHER. Stuff like saying "you're getting the most insane backshots" to each other and similar stuff like that.

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki: At first, he’s unbothered. Until he hears one girl say to the other: “Your back’s gonna be blown out like drywall in a hurricane.” He opens one eye. “…The hell did you just say?” Then hears: “Girl, you’re walking funny. Did you get rearranged again last night?” Now he’s sitting up. Staring. Flushed. Confused. Slightly impressed. “You two are either demonic… or dangerously honest.” murmurs “…You’re lucky I’m too lazy to show you what a real backshot is.”

Reiji Sakamaki: He overhears: “Did he moan or growl when you sat on it?” “Girl, he whimpered.” CLATTER — That’s Reiji dropping his teacup in horror. “Ahem. That kind of language is completely inappropriate—” “Oh come on, Reiji, you know you wanna hear the details.” His glasses fog. His composure fractures. “Silence. I’ll be… in the lab.” (He’s not in the lab. He’s upstairs, questioning everything.)

Laito Sakamaki: “Oh~ naughty little kittens~ I’m home~” He’s immediately obsessed. Pulls up a chair. Watches like it's Netflix. “You should’ve seen her last night. She was folded like a lawn chair.”“Fufu~ Don’t stop~ Tell me more~” “Her legs were shaking so bad, I thought she got possessed.”

Laito.exe has stopped working. Eventually joins in with, “Should I demonstrate on one of you… or both~?”

Kanato Sakamaki:

“Girl your spine is probably gone after what you did with that guard~” Kanato: “What… what are you saying!? That’s indecent!!” They keep going: “I heard the headboard cracked!” He starts screaming. Throws Teddy. Yells about how they’re corrupted. They tease him. He hates it. Loves it. Is red in the face for a week. He keeps trying to “punish” them with sweets. He’s spiraling.

Ayato Sakamaki:

“She said she couldn’t walk straight for two days. Iconic.” Ayato: “HUH?! OI, WHO TOUCHED YOU?!” Then he hears: “I’d ride him like a rented horse.” He chokes on his soda. “I—I mean—HEY, IF ANYONE’S GETTING RIDDEN AROUND HERE, IT’S ORE-SAMA!!” Now he’s constantly trying to “one-up” their dirty talk with dumb pick-up lines. Ends up flustered every single time.

Subaru Sakamaki:

He hears: “You sounded like you were dying last night, babe. Respect.” Subaru turns scarlet. “What the fuck did I just hear?!” They wink at him. Say something like: “You’d break a bed frame, wouldn’t you?” He punches a wall. Screams into his sleeve. Avoids eye contact for 72 hours straight. Quietly thinks about it later. Too much.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami: “He had me bent like a paperclip.” Ruki: “…Pardon?” They continue: “She was on all fours like a Victorian ghost. Elegant but sinful.” He takes a long sip of his wine. Tries to ignore it. “Her thighs were clapping like a round of applause.” Glass shatters. “…You’re banned from the library. Indefinitely.” (But he's eavesdropping behind the shelves later.)

Kou Mukami: He is living for the drama. “Her hair was a mess. She looked like she got dragged through pleasure.” Kou: “Nfu~ You girls are scandalous~ I love it.” “You should’ve heard her moaning—like a ghost in heat!” “Ohhh? Shall I join next time and harmonize?” He’s blushing and grinning the entire time. Recording reactions for his “personal content.”

Yuma Mukami: “Girl you got BREEDABLE energy.” Yuma: “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!” He’s bright red. Stammering. Holding a bag of carrots and absolutely traumatized. “Y-You can’t just say shit like that! You’re not right in the head!” They just wink and slap his ass on the way out. He’s broken. But also really flustered about it.

Azusa Mukami: “I was sore for two days after she sat on my face. Worth it.” Azusa: blinks slowly “…Did it hurt… in a good way…?” “It hurt like hell. And I liked it.” Azusa is now fully interested. Intrigued. Blushing. “…C-Can you show me… sometime…? I want… to understand.” You’ve unlocked something dark. Possibly irreversible.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami: “He folded me like a cursed napkin.” Carla: slow blink “…You are… indecent.” “You wanna see what indecent really looks like?” He narrows his eyes. Taps his cane. “You will learn proper etiquette—or I’ll chain you both to the wall.” But every time they giggle or whisper, his ears twitch. He’s memorizing their phrases for later.

Shin Tsukinami: “You were bouncing like your life depended on it.” Shin almost drops his goblet. “WHAT did you just say?!” They keep going. “I thought she was gonna snap her spine in half. It was beautiful.” He’s sweating. Growling. Flustered beyond belief. “Are you two insane?! You can’t say that stuff out loud!” But he can’t stop eavesdropping. Or imagining. “…You’re both gonna be the death of me.”

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanfiction #ask me anything #x reader #relationship #ask response

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hiii, love the new series im obsessed. 🤭😏 i just have questions about SYRE cuz i love her and i want to keep them in my pocket forever (but then ill have to fight dani and shes my bias 😔😔😔) nyways

does she has long hair? short hair? is it curly? does it change after they debut?

tattos? if yes, small ones like manon and megan?

what about family? or did they grow up in the system? single parent? two parents? (i have thoughts about it cuz it will make a very interesting storyline if she did, also she gives mayor only child, so socially awkward and didnt go out much as a kid)

do they speak other languages? if so which one(s)? (i lwk want it to be spanish cuz im carribean n thats my native language hsjajdfk)

what instruments does she play? is she always making sounds for possible songs?

to the scale of "im shutting down" to "if you even have a hint of perceiving me, i will cry" how anxious is she at meeting KATSEYE?

is she a gamer? reader? both?

sorry if they are too many questions, i just love the story so much and i can't believe that that loser is the most normal one in the entire group like wdym your grabing your member by the ankle like a misbehaving toddler n thats a tuesday for u (((((((・・;). she was so stunned i love her, thank you for giving us SYRE

- 🦨 (?

first of all, im totally fangirling that someone is giving my fic this much thought and I adore all the questions so prepare for a long answer because im actually feral for questions like these, so thank you 🦨 anon mgmfkckkdd!!!

I'd like to preface this by saying that the idea of naming the reader "SYRE" is basically because I didn't want to use Y/N unless absolutely necessary 👊😭 (the thoughts I'm gonna write are what I imagine when I write this fic)

So for the most part, I try to avoid physical characteristics like hair, skin color, and such. I'd like my readers to be SYRE because SYRE is you and you are SYRE.

For the plot however, you, the reader, is described as masculine so your style, your clothes, the aura you exude is masculine which will become more evident as the chapters go on because if you guys didn't notice, all your members are hyper feminine. HAHAHA 😭. They're all super feminine and they barely have "masculine" presenting clothes, not that clothes have gender but you know. Also due to the fact that your training schedule is borderline abusive actually (I wrote it for comedic effect and to explain what makes SIREN5 different from all other groups), SYRE is going to be described as fit, like athletic type of fit. Between dancing, singing, and working out not to mention playing sports, you're really fucking fit. (daniela is feral) aside from that, I try to limit describing SYRE as much as possible and leave that up to your imagination.

Tattoos are a different story however, I'm sorry for those who don't like tattoos, it's not going to be mentioned often but SYRE does in fact have tattoos. It's mostly references to famous games and other "nerdy" stuff but it's so subtle that those who get it are the only ones who get it. You do in fact have a tattoo of SIREN5's logo (I would draw if I had any artistry). And also you do have a tattoo of your broken compass emblem. I imagine their logo to be a broken oil lamp because their lightstick is quite literally designed to be an oil lamp- but with an LED bulb. I imagine it to be quite funny when the girls are on stage because aside from the fact that instead of the usual lightstick where their fans hold it from the handle below, it's up top instead. They are pretty small though, but the most visible tattoo would be the scissor tattoo on both hands. I will attempt to describe this the best I can, but it's basically etched into the skin in between your pointer fingers and your middle fingers so you can mimic two scissors... scissoring. It's been covered by the staff every day with those skin color putty they use in special effects because they all agree that it's a WILD thing to be tattoed. So the scissors tattoo won't be visible in official sightings but on live is the first time the Sailors (SIREN5 fanbase name) will see your scissor tattoo. (chat am I spoiling too much lol)

I was going to reveal this via an interview but it doesn't hurt the plot for it to be exposed now but the back story for SYRE's family life is that, you have no idea what breed of fish you are (a joke since you're a "siren"), because you were adopted and raised in the Philippines. (I'm Filipino sue me) so even though you spent your WHOLE childhood there, the people around you just knows that something is different about you, and especially being gay in the Philippines, it was a tough thing to really grow there. So the moment you got the chance to go abroad for college, you do. And that's where our story began, with your 3rd year in college, drinking soju in a karaoke bar, belting musicals. I imagine your major to be about music, maybe music production. You're asked in the interview if you'd ever take those tests that show your bloodline and ethnicity and everything but you decline since you feel that it's disrespectful for your parents who raised you. Yes, you're an only child. Your parents were almost always busy with work and were rich so you grew up spoiled but when they gave you the adoption talk, you stopped asking for money too much which made you live quite a frugal life, which greatly disappointed your parents. (they greatly helped during the 4 years of training when your previous label barely had enough to give)

LANGUAGES OH MY GOD. Your native tongue is of course Tagalog, HOWEVER due to having rich parents, it may as well be English. Dual native tongue? Is that a thing 👊😭. And Spanish? Took it in high school, been in love with the language ever since. You're quite fluent in it. (It's an insane turn on for Dani so of course?) (I, the author however, are not the most fluent in it. and I'm insanely distrustful of google translate so if you know a good translation site for it, or if you want to help me yourself, I'd like to incorporate Spanish into this fic in the most respectful way possible.) You also took a French elective in College. Not fluent, but you know some words.

Instruments played are Guitar; both electric and acoustic, Piano, and Bass. (Common instruments learned in the Philippines.)

You don't actually make the sounds for the songs you write, Hana does!!! You mostly write the lyrics with Hana in the room and you just mostly help her and you brainstorm together!! But most rhythms are hers, which is why in the playlist I made in the masterlist, all tunes have almost the same vibes because that's how Hana wants SIREN5 to sound like while the lyrics mostly speak about dangerous, obsessive, possessive love. In this fic, your fans always have your songs in a "dark romance" playlist. And that's basically the theme of SIREN5.

HAHAHAHAHA I WILL SHARE AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 3 THAT WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTION

“But please pretend none of this happened. Especially not the scratching. Or the counting. Or the internal breakdown. I’d like to start this day over and this time not emotionally detonate in front of my crush, uh… I mean a colleague. Industry peer. Company sister. Fellow idol. Woman I respect very respectfully.”

I imagine SYRE to be a gamer and audiobook enthusiast. Due to your upbringing, you had all the consoles available to mankind and you often listen to audiobooks while gaming. However, I also imagine you to read books but almost never in hardcopy... you're the type to have subscriptions to every known ebook producers and have a specific e-reader gadget. The only "straight" books you have in your library are:

Harry Potter Series

The Entire Universe of Percy Jackson, even the niche side stories.

and Twilight.

The rest?

Gay.

no worries!!! I ADORE the questions, I love talking about the fics that I write. And yes, at the start SYRE is most definitely the most normal one despite being a loser...now? you've been infected and it's Cami's fault. If you have more questions feel free to ask me!!!

#eros yaps #eros answers #eros responds #🦨 anon #your idol crumbs

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