#video game reader insert

[sirxaibs]

Can I ask for Sale Fisher x fem!reader that's popular? And could you PLS PLS PLS don't make her mean? Like, I want her to be popular becouse she's one of those poeple that just sthraight up go talk to anyone.

And maybe Sal's friend group thought that shes propably a bitch, but like.

'She sat at our table?.....and didn't make fun of us?.....in fact she gives compliments that don't feel backhandead?......wtf?'

⬆️just an example, you can do whatever with this.

Sorry for possibile grammer errors or speeling mistakes, english isn't my first lenguage. Thank you and I hope you'll have a nice day ♥️

Hey! I THOUGHT THIS COULD BE SO CUTE!! so Ive seen many fics on this and i wanted to take a different approach. I hope you enjoy it. I love Sal and I hope this isn’t too crazy. I wrote a version yesterday and made everyone a little too mean and I don’t believe any of them would be assholes. So! Hopefully this satiates y’all.

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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Your legs ache from practice, the soles of your sneakers sticking a little to the hallway tile with each step. You smell faintly of sweat and cherry body spray, the cheer uniform still clinging to your skin like it’s part of you now tight pleats, school colors, and all. You could’ve changed, sure, but exhaustion said no. So here you are, hair in a high ponytail, shoes untied, carrying a stack of junk mail and a single envelope that doesn’t belong to you.

You look at it again under the flickering hallway light, flipping it over in your fingers like it’ll magically reroute to the correct mailbox on its own.

SAL FISHER

UNIT 402

You know the name. Everyone at school does. The kid with the face cover. You’ve never spoken to him he doesn’t really hang around the same kind of people you do but he’s always there. At lunch, in the halls, sometimes sitting out near the tree line when no one else is around. You didn’t peg him as the chatty type.

You stare at the letter like it might bite you. Then sigh. “Why not be a good neighbor,” you mutter, dragging your legs toward the elevator.

The ride to the fourth floor feels longer than it should. It shudders a little on the way up. You keep your eyes on the numbers. Three… four. The doors open with a ding that sounds half hearted.

You’ve never actually been up here.

The fourth floor feels… worse. Everything smells faintly of dust and something like mothballs and metal. You don’t know why, but the lights here feel dimmer. You walk slower, steps echoing.

You find the unit: 402. You raise your hand to knock. There was a pause for a few seconds.

A man stands in front of you, tall, a little disheveled, and definitely not Sal. His presence is immediate, like he fills the space just by being in it. You blink.

“Oh hi! Sorry,” you start, holding the envelope out, “I was just dropping this off”

“He’s in his room,” the man says before you finish.

You freeze. “Oh, no, I wasn’t trying to bother him, I just thought I’d–”

“Just go on in. Down the hall, last door on the left.”

You blink again. You’re not even sure he’s looking at you. Just staring somewhere past your head, like he’s already decided this conversation is over.

“I mean, I could just leave it here”

“Last door on the left.”

He steps aside, just enough for you to enter. You do, but not on purpose. Your legs just move. You step into the apartment, and it’s… weird. Not gonna lie, being in any strangers apartment never really felt cool. You walk toward the hallway, clutching the letter, mind screaming at you to stop being so polite.

“Damn old people,” you think, jaw tightening. “I just wanted to drop something off, not go all this way”

The hallway feels longer than it is. The floor creaks behind you, or maybe above you. You don’t look back. You keep walking. Last door on the left.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You knock lightly once, twice then pull your hand back like the door might burn you. A pause. Then the knob turns. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a familiar figure just behind it. Blue pigtails. The mask.

Sal Fisher.

He stares at you. You stare back. Neither of you says a word. And because silence is somehow gnawing at your neck, you blurt, “Hi! Um, I think our mail got mixed up I swear I didn’t just barge in.”

You thrust the letter forward like it’s a peace offering. “This was in my mailbox. For you. I thought I’d, y’know, be neighborly and return it. I didn’t open it or toss it or anything. Your dad sent me over this way”

He takes the envelope slowly, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. His gaze flicks down to it.

“Thanks,” he says. His voice is quieter than you expected. Almost gentle.

You nod. Then freeze. Then nod again. You’re still standing there, very much in his doorway, very much uninvited. His room is in full view behind him. Posters of metal bands you’ve only heard mentioned in passing. Skulls, red and black ink themes. A guitar in the corner. Tiny, vaguely creepy figurines lined up on a shelf.

“Your room’s so cool,” you say before your brain can stop you. You lean forward just a little, peering past him. “Seriously. This is like… Sid and Nancy level. How do you even find posters like that anymore? Oh my god is that an actual cassette player? That’s so sick.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth. “God, sorry, I’m not trying to be weird. I mean that in a good way. Promise.”

Your voice is speeding up. You’re spiraling. And you know it.

Sal just keeps watching you like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or a very strange dream. A cheerleader. In his doorway. Talking about cassette players. You finally cringe so hard your whole body folds in on itself.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, backing toward the hallway. “Sorry for the whole… I don’t know what that was. I was just trying to be a good neighbor and it turned into, like, a monologue of whatever the fuck.”

You turn halfway around to leave when you hear

“You wanna take a look around?”

You glance over your shoulder.

Sal is still standing there, holding the envelope like it might vanish. His posture is stiff, like he’s surprised the words came out of his mouth, too.

You blink. “I mean… sure?”

He nods. “If you’re into the posters, Do you dig that kind of music?.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Well I wouldn’t say it’s exactly my style but I’m a all things can be redeemable if you give it a try”

He jerks his head toward the room. “why not give it a try then”

You’re already stepping inside before he finishes, smiling wide. “You had me at ‘cool’ and sealed the deal with ‘band.’ Show me.”

The second you cross the threshold, it’s like entering another world. The bland apartment hallway behind you disappears into a mess of amps, guitars, wires, dark posters, and the faint scent of incense and old vinyl.

Sal gestures toward a small desk setup with beat up speakers and a laptop. He grabs a pair of headphones well worn, slightly cracked along the band and offers them to you.

“You don’t have to pretend it’s good,” he mutters. “Honest opinion’s fine.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and take the headphones like they might unlock the secrets of the universe.

He clicks play.

The drums hit first loud, fast. Then comes the guitar: raw, rich, angry. A distorted voice cuts through the noise melodic under the layers of whatever was happening, but clawing to be heard. Your eyes go wide. You start bobbing your head slowly. Then more. A grin creeps up your face, shoulders bouncing slightly as the music crashes through your ears. You grip the headphones tighter, fully in it like you’ve been dropped into a private punk rock concert in a dream.

When the song fades, you pull the headphones off with a breathless laugh. “That was… so good,” you say, eyes lit up. “Like, very loud but in the best way. I felt like I could punch God in the face. I loved it.”

Sal’s ears what little you can see of them turn just slightly pink. He shifts, crossing his arms. “Yeah?”

You grin. “What, because I’m in a cheer uniform, you think cheerleaders don’t have rage?”

He laughs softly. It’s warm. Unexpected.

You glance at the clock and groan. “Ugh. I should probably head back and pretend I’m responsible or whatever. Homework calls.”

You hand the headphones back, your fingers lingering a second before letting go.

“Thanks for showing me that,” you say. “Seriously. its super sick.”

Sal shrugs, casual, but he still won’t quite meet your eyes. In his head, he’s screaming. Because what the hell. A cheerleader just walked into his room, complimented his taste in music, vibed to Sanity Falls, and then thanked him like he did her a favor.

Respectfully and he does mean that. you’re hot. this whole thing feels like a glitch in the matrix. Like someone else’s life. He clears his throat. “Yeah. Uh. Anytime.”

You flash one last smile before turning to leave. Sal Fisher stands frozen in his room, A pretty girl was in his room.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ the clatter of trays, bursts of laughter, the shriek of a chair scraping too hard against the linoleum. Sal sat across from Larry, Ash, and Todd, picking at the edges of his sandwich more than actually eating it. His thoughts weren’t really on food. Not when they kept drifting back to the night before.

Cheerleader. In his room. Pretty girl. She liked his music.

“Hey,” he said finally, pushing his tray forward and folding his arms on the table. “Do you guys know that new girl who lives on the third floor now?”

Larry paused mid bite, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Third floor?”

Ash glanced between them, already suspicious. “Wait. Are we talking about that new girl? Y/N something?”

“Yeah,” Sal said, tone casual like he wasn’t rehearsing the question all morning. “she dropped something off last night. Just wondering if you knew her.”

Larry barked a laugh. “The cheerleader? Yeah, she’s definitely one of those girls.”

Sal blinked. “Those?”

“You know,” Ash chimed in, leaning her chin on her hand. “Perfect hair. Always smells like a mall. Probably part of one of those fake bestie cliques that post about how much they loveee each other but secretly hate one another’s guts.”

Larry nodded, already back into his food. “Plastic. The kind that calls everyone ‘babe’ but doesn’t know your actual name.”

Todd, sipping from a thermos, finally looked up. “You guys don’t even know her.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “And you do?”

“I’ve had class with her. She’s… quiet,” Todd said thoughtfully. “Pays attention. Says thank you when someone passes her a worksheet. She helped a freshman with their locker on the second day.”

“That’s your bar for decency?” Larry said, skeptical.

“I’m just saying, you’re judging her and like Sal was new too once,” Todd said. “You don’t know anything real about her.”

Ash groaned. “You don’t need to know someone to know someone, Todd. Some people just radiate mean girl energy. Trust me.”

Todd narrowed his eyes. “That’s a shallow assumption and you know it.”

Ash muttered something about “cheerleaders being a plague” under her breath, and Larry snorted.

Sal, who had gone unusually quiet, finally spoke again. “She’s not like that.”

All three of them turned to look at him.

Larry’s mouth slowly curved into a smirk. “Wait. Hold up. Why are you asking about her, dude?”

Sal looked down, then up, tone clipped. “I told you. She dropped off mail. That’s it.”

Ash crossed her arms. “why did she just come all the way up to your place to give you a letter?”

Sal shrugged. “Her mailbox got mine by accident. then stayed for a bit”

Larry leaned forward, grinning. “What, did she get lost on the way out?”

Sal blinked. “She liked my music.”

Ash scoffed. “What, like out loud?”

Sal nodded. “Yeah. She tried my headphones. Even headbanged a little.”

Todd smiled slightly. “That’s kind of cool.”

Larry shook his head like he was witnessing a miracle. “Okay, wait a minute. A cheerleader, listened to screamo music, and didn’t run screaming for the suburbs?”

Sal shrugged again. “She said it made her want to punch God.”

Ash froze, lips parting in a mix of confusion and, for the first time, mild interest. “Okay… that’s actually kind of hardcore.”

“She said my room was cool,” Sal mumbled, mostly to his tray.

Larry threw his hands up. “Okay, what the hell, Sal. Are you telling me you Sal ‘I sit by myself and listen to death metal’ Fisher just casually had a cheerleader in your bedroom?”

Sal didn’t reply, but his fingers drummed on the table a little too fast to be casual. Larry leaned in. “Dude. You got a cheerleader in your room. Are you sure this wasn’t a dream? Like a fever dream after one too many gas station burritos?”

Todd tilted his head. “Or maybe… maybe she’s just a person. Like the rest of us. Who happens to like punk and be good at flips.”

Ash scowled. “God, Todd, you sound like a teacher.”

He shrugged. “Just saying.”

Larry still wasn’t over it. “Next thing you know she’s gonna show up in all black with eyeliner and join a band.”

Sal didn’t say it out loud, but a flicker of a smile played under the edge of his mask at the idea. He kinda liked that you were so different. the juxtaposition of your looks and what you seemed interested was very cool to look at.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You strolled through the crowd with your cheer squad flanking both sides laughing, gossiping, spinning their hair around fingers like it was a competitive sport. You listened absently as one of them launched into a dramatic retelling of how her ex “accidentally” liked her finsta post at 2 a.m.

You weren’t really paying attention. Not because you didn’t care, though the first time she talked about it had you engaged. but because your eyes had already locked onto something else across the cafeteria. A short blue haired guy sitting at a table near the back with a group of kids you’d only ever heard about through whispered rumors and cruel nicknames.

There he was. Sal Fisher. without really thinking without asking yourself anything at all you broke away from your group mid laugh. Just veered straight toward him like your legs had made the decision before your brain did.

“Wait, where are you going?” one of your friends asked behind you.

“BRB,” you called over your shoulder. “I want to bother someone.”

Across the cafeteria, at a table meant for the misfits, Sal was in the middle of pushing peas around his tray when a sudden blur of cheer uniform and bounce came into view. He looked up.

You stopped right beside him and sat down immediately grabbing his arm, breathless and grinning. “Okay, so, I’ve been thinking about that song you showed me all night. Like, literally, I couldn’t sleep. I need more. You got a playlist? A mixtape? A USB drive from hell? Gimme.”

For one perfect, cinematic second, the entire table was silent. Larry dropped his fork. Ash’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. Todd blinked like you had just walked through a wall.

Sal just stared. “You… what?”

You nodded eagerly, lowering your voice like it was sacred. “You ruined all my playlists. I need more of that noise in my life.”

He blinked again. “You sure?”

“You say that like you thought I wouldn’t.”

“I–” Sal started, then stopped, looking absolutely stunned.

You turned to the rest of the table, realizing they were still staring at you like you’d just sprouted devil horns and declared yourself prom queen of hell. You raised a hand sheepishly. “Hi. Sorry for interrupting. I’m Y/N. just moved this year.”

Ash looked like she was physically holding herself back from combusting. Larry was still open mouthed, and Todd was watching with the kind of intrigue usually reserved for alien encounters.

“If you’re anything like Sal,” you added, offering them a genuine smile, “then I’m sure you’re all cool as hell.”

Larry looked to Sal, eyes wide. “Yeah, he’s crazy cool. Though he did learn from the best” Larry awkwardly replied while pointing himself

Ash leaned toward Todd. “I think i’m on drugs, what’s happening” Todd just smiled quietly.

You turned back to Sal, who was very much glitching out in real time. “I’ll give you my number later,” you said with a wink. “Text me a playlist. Or this time I’m breaking into your room.”

Sal opened his mouth. Closed it. Nodded once like he was in shock. “Okay.” And then you were gone, skipping back to your friends, who were whispering furiously and shooting glances like you’d just fraternized with the enemy.

“what was that?” one of them hissed.

You smiled, tugging your ponytail higher.“you’re the one who told me to make friends here, thats all i’m doing.”

Back at the table, Sal stared down at his tray like it might give him answers.

Larry leaned in, whispering, “Bro. Are you a witch? Did you hex a cheerleader?”

Sal just shook his head.

“I think,” he said slowly, still stunned, “i think its jover for me.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were joking in the hallway with Sal about your shared hatred for lukewarm cafeteria pizza, and the next you were in his room, cross legged, spinning slowly on his desk chair while he nervously adjusted the volume on his old stereo system.

The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of some obscure post punk band playing from the corner. You didn’t recognize the lyrics, but it felt like something you wanted to memorize.

“You know,” you said, glancing around, “I kinda expected more skulls. Or like… weird taxidermy?”

Sal laughed soft and surprised. “Yeah, you’re not the first to say that. I think Larry was disappointed when he first came over and didn’t find a Ouija board or something.”

You gave him a playful squint. “Wait, you don’t have one?”

Sal grinned slightly behind the mask. “Okay, I do. But it’s under my bed and mostly for decoration. Larry gets carried away.”

You hopped off the chair and crouched, peeking under the bed like you were on a mission. “You’re telling me there’s a haunted board game down here and you’re not showing me?”

“It’s not haunted,” he replied, clearly amused. “It’s just from a yard sale. Probably cursed with suburban angst at most.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers over a dusty shoebox. “Still cool. You’ve got good taste. I mean, look at this stuff.”

Posters of bands you’d never heard of were plastered across the walls, scribbled notebook pages taped in between like patchwork wallpaper. An old lava lamp flickered halfheartedly in the corner. There were stacks of CDs, cassette tapes, and one particularly weird clay sculpture that looked like it might’ve been made in a sleep deprived art class.

You plopped onto his bed and tilted your head. “This one’s my favorite,” you said, pointing at a crooked drawing of a girl with hollow eyes and messy hair. “She beautiful.”

Sal stepped closer, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. “That was… something I did when I was like, thirteen. Supposed to be a ghost from this dream I had. I kept seeing her for weeks after.”

You looked at him, expression soft. “You see ghosts a lot?”

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Sometimes. Not all the time. But yeah.”

“Damn. That’s metal.”

Sal let out another laugh, more comfortable now. “That’s what I told my therapist.”

You leaned back on your elbows, smiling at him from his own bed like you’d done it a hundred times. “So, what else are you hiding in here? Secret dungeon? Portal to hell?”

“Uh,” Sal said, eyes glinting with something playful. “Larry stole all the portals to hell. I’m more of a secret music archive guy.”

You shot up. “Prove it.”

He smirked and crossed the room to a cabinet by his desk, pulling open a drawer to reveal a mess of burned CDs, USBs, old MP3 players, and one tiny cassette player with a sticker that said “Play if you hate the world.”

You gasped like he’d opened the Holy Grail. “Sal. This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. You better send me everything.”

He knelt beside you, pulling out a CD with careful fingers. “This one’s the first mix I ever made. It’s super rough.”

You took it from him reverently. “I love rough.”

Sal’s ears went pink. “I, uh, that came out weird.”

“Yeah,” you teased. “but cant a girl say how she feels.”

You glanced at him, and he was already watching you, like he couldn’t believe you actually said that. Like you’d disappear if he blinked too long.

“Hey,” you said, quieter now. “You’re kinda talkative tonight.”

He shrugged, brushing some hair from his face. “You’re easy to talk to.”

That made something flicker warm in your chest.

“Same,” you murmured. Then you nudged him with your shoulder. “Do you like me here?”

Sal tilted his head, mock serious. “People probably that I’ve summoned a demon cheerleader to possess me.”

You grinned. “Yeah? Hope they’re right.”

And he laughed again. You liked that sound. You wanted to hear it more.

You and Sal stayed like that for a while, just talking. The kind of conversation that meandered and curved around strange facts and half finished thoughts. He told you about a ghost that used to knock on his closet door when he was little. You told him about the time you accidentally summoned a raccoon with a ritual you found on Tumblr. Somewhere between laughter and another CD recommendation, you spotted a small, beat up notebook tucked between the mattress and wall. It looked old, like something with secrets.

“Ooooh, what’s that?” you asked, already reclining across the bed to reach it.

Sal looked up, immediately alert. “Wait no, that’s!”

Too late. You stretched out, reaching over him as he sat back against the headboard. Your fingers brushed the edge of the notebook only for your balance to shift, the mattress dipping under your weight.

Thump.

You landed right on top of him. For a moment, neither of you moved. You were nose to nose, your chest pressed against his, hands awkwardly splayed on either side of his shoulders. His mask had tilted slightly, and you could see just a glimpse of the scar beneath it before he quickly adjusted it. His breath hitched so did yours.

Your eyes met.

Sal’s eyes were wide, pupils flicking between yours like he was scanning for some kind of signal. You suddenly became very aware of the warmth radiating off him. Of the way your knee was pressing slightly between his legs. The room, the music, the whole world had gone still.

“Uh,” he said softly, like he was trying not to spook you.

You blinked. “Sorry. Um. .”

“it’s okay,” he said, voice an octave higher than usual. “Totally. You’re all good trust. Yeah.”

You were about to say something maybe a joke, maybe not when the door slammed open with the force of someone who had never knocked in his entire life.

“Yo, Sal HOLY SHIT”

You scrambled off like you’d been hit with a taser, rolling off to the side and nearly falling off the bed. Sal sat bolt upright, stiff as a corpse.

Larry stood in the doorway, a soda can in one hand and a box of cookies in the other, blinking like he was trying to make sure what he was seeing wasn’t a hallucination.

“Dude,” he said, utterly stunned. “Did I interrupt something?”

Sal buried his face in both hands with a groan. “Larry.”

“No, because this is like… well im not going to say. You’re on the bed, she’s on top of you, the music’s playing do you guys want me to turn the lights down? Light a candle or something?”

You threw a pillow at him.

Larry dodged it “I can come back later. Like, waaay later.”

“You weren’t even supposed to come now,” Sal hissed, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Larry grinned. “I felt a disturbance in the force.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, trying to fix your hair and your dignity. “Hey Larry, how’s it going?.”

Larry raised his brows and backed toward the hallway with exaggerated steps. “I meet you once and you’re already over my man right here”

And then he was gone, disappearing down the hall with the sound of crinkling cookie packaging trailing behind him. Sal finally peeked up at you, his face still a little flushed. “…Im sorry about that.”

You smiled, brushing your hair back. “Im not too worried, He seems like a nice guy.”

Sal blinked, then laughed “I think I like having you around,” he murmured, almost too quiet to catch.

You grinned, nudging his knee with yours. “Then send me that damn playlist before I tackle you again.”

“…Not the worst threat I’ve heard,” he replied.

And the music played on.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆You sat criss cross on the grass with your cheerleader friends, your lunch mostly forgotten as you braided strands of your best friend’s hair while another girl animatedly recounted some drama from first period.

“…and then he said, ‘It’s not cheating if we were on a break!’” she shrieked, clutching her phone like it was sacred.

Everyone groaned, gasped, or fake fainted in synchronized horror.

You laughed, tossing a piece of grass in her direction. “He used the Friends defense? God, we need to start handing out red flags on flashcards.”

You were comfortable here. It was loud, messy, dramatic but it was yours. And they loved you because you weren’t just part of the cheer squad, or the new girl, but because you talked to the theater kids, the band nerds, the weird guy in the dinosaur hoodie. You didn’t care about cliques. You liked people. People were weird and interesting.

Eventually the bell rang and everyone stood, gathering their things in a flurry of hair and perfume.

“I’ll see you after school!” someone called. You waved, backing away toward the building with your backpack swinging behind you.

And that’s when you heard it. “Pick it up, you little freak. Or do you need your mommy to do it for you?”

You rounded the corner and froze. A smaller kid, maybe a freshman, was scrambling to pick up their books, hands shaking as a taller guy stood over him. Shaggy hair,, fists clenched like he wanted someone to look. A few papers blew past your feet. You didn’t step in. You knew better. You weren’t built like that couldn’t throw a punch or bark louder than a threat. And you knew the look of someone who’d use that.

But still… once the kid grabbed his stuff and scurried off like a spooked rabbit, you found your voice.

“Hey.”

The guy turned to you, annoyance etched into every line of his face. “What?”

You took a slow breath and tilted your head. “What’s your problem?”

He blinked, like you’d just asked him the square root of an existential crisis. “You wanna go?” he said, stepping toward you with all the bravado of someone who’d been fighting shadows his whole life.

You didn’t flinch. Just crossed your arms and stared. “You seriously pick fights with kids who can’t fight back? What, did your cereal bully you this morning?”

That got him. Just a flicker but it was there. A crack in the tough guy mask. He scoffed. “Don’t act like you know me.”

“I don’t,” you said honestly. “But I know whatever that was back there? Thats fucked, stop being a dick and maybe your mommy would do something about it.” His jaw flexed like he was holding back a hundred things he didn’t know how to say. “I’m not scared of you,” you added softly. “But you being a dick is pointless.”

He stared at you for a long time. Long enough that it should’ve felt uncomfortable. But instead, it felt… tense. Not dangerous. Just tight. Like something holding its breath.

Then, just before turning, he muttered, “Tch. Whatever.”

You watched him go, the anger in his steps still there but dulled, somehow. Like your words had wedged into the gears of whatever rage machine he operated on. You found out later from someone in gym class that his name was Travis. Just Travis. No one knew his last name, just that he was trouble, had a rep, and probably didn’t have many people who called him anything else.

Ash had seen it.

She’d been leaning against the side of the vending machines, chewing on the straw of her empty smoothie cup, eyes darting around the quad like they always did. She wasn’t looking for drama, not really, but if it stumbled into her path, she sure as hell wasn’t going to ignore it.

She watched the whole thing Travis towering, spitting venom, and you standing there, not brave enough to throw hands, but bold enough to ask why. Not backing down. Not even flinching.

When he walked off, still pissed but quieter somehow, she tossed her smoothie into the bin and strolled over like she wasn’t deliberately inserting herself.

“What was that?” she asked, casually, like she’d just seen you pet a lion.

You turned, slinging your backpack higher on your shoulder. “What was what?”

Ash raised a brow. “With Travis. You said something. He didn’t hit you. That’s basically a miracle.”

You shrugged, still feeling the adrenaline buzz in your ribs. “I don’t know. Just… couldn’t walk past it.”

Ash snorted. “People walk past him all the time. He’s an ass. A racist, sexist, homophobic caveman with fists for brains. Trust me, most people are glad to stay out of his way.”

You chewed your lip. “Yeah. I guess. I just. I don’t know. People who are assholes need someone to speak up.”

She tilted her head, considering that for a beat. “You ever get into fights?”

“God, no,” you said quickly. “I’d die.”

Ash smirked. “That checks out. Still, you didn’t run. Didn’t go fake sweet or start crying to a teacher. You just… confronted him. That was kind of bold of you new girl.”

“Thanks?” you offered, unsure.

She walked with you now, matching your steps as you made your way down the hall. It was quiet, the rush between lunch and next period tapering off.

Ash glanced sideways at you. “Y’know, I pegged you as another one of them.”

You didn’t need to ask who them was. You’d seen the way she looked at your cheer friends. Glitter and high ponies didn’t mix with combat boots and smudged eyeliner.

You smiled softly, still looking ahead. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She didn’t say anything for a second. Then: “Turns out you’ve got more bite than you let on.”

You turned to her, surprised. “You saying that like it’s a good thing.”

Ash shrugged. “Might be.”

That was it. No over explanation. No emotional dive into friendship territory. Just the Ashley Campbell version of a peace offering. She didn’t invite you to hang out or trade numbers. She didn’t ask personal questions or gush. But the next time she saw you in the hall, she nodded at you instead of looking through you.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ The bell had just rung, and the hallways were alive people yelling across rows of lockers, someone dropping a textbook with a dramatic slam, and the smell of cafeteria pizza already creeping in. You scanned the crowd like a bloodhound on a mission.

Sal Fisher. Quietly standing near the usual corner with Larry, Todd, and Ash. He had his hands in his pockets, head tilted as Todd went off about some new theory, probably ghosts or government tech. Ash was chewing on a straw and nodding vaguely, while Larry interrupted every other word with “Nah, but listen what if?”

You didn’t even think twice.

“Hey!” you called, bounding over like a cartoon character with too much energy and absolutely no sense of personal space. “There you are, Blue.”

Sal looked up right as you reached him. “Blue?”

“You’re wearing blue,” you said, pointing at him. “And your hair’s blue. You’re very committed to the aesthetic.”

He tilted his head. “I wear black more than anything.”

“Technicalities,” you said, grabbing his sleeve. “Come on. We’re doing something.”

Larry raised a brow. “Is this a kidnapping?”

“Definitely,” Ash answered flatly.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Sal asked, laughing under his breath as you pulled him gently away from the group. “Do I get a say in this?”

“You get to walk or be dragged, your call.”

“That doesn’t feel like much of a choice,” he muttered, but he let you lead him anyway.

“Where are you taking him this time?” Todd called out with actual concern.

“To the moon,” you replied without turning around. “Or maybe just the vending machines. We’ll see.”

Ash cupped her hands around her mouth. “Bring him back in one piece!”

Larry shouted after, “AND IF HE COMES BACK MARRIED IM ATTACKING YOU FOR NOT LETTING ME BE BEST MAN!”

You groaned and shot them a look over your shoulder. “Y’all are so dramatic.”

“We’re dramatic?” Ash asked, gesturing wildly. “You swooped in like a caffeinated falcon and stole our boy mid convo!”

Sal laughed beside you, his eyes squinting just slightly with amusement behind the mask. “You kinda did.”

“Okay, but be honest,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his. “You weren’t even really paying attention to Larry’s alien rant.”

“…It was about space cats this time.”

“See? I’m rescuing you.”

He chuckled again, a little softer this time. “Then thanks, I guess. You know, I’ve started looking forward to these.”

You slowed your pace, peeking at him from the side. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a bit bashful now. “You’re crazy and I am definitely living for it.”

Your smile tugged wider, warmth blooming in your chest. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“You need better friends,” he teased.

“I have you,” you shot back.

And that quiet moment hung between you both for just a second comfortable, kind of sweet, a little electric.

Back at the hallway corner, the trio watched you both disappear down the hall. Ash crossed her arms, a curious look on her face. “Im glad to have found out she’s not just some glitter clone.”

“Nope,” Larry agreed. “She’s cool. Like, actually so cool.”

Todd smiled faintly. “And Sal likes her. That much is obvious.”

Ash gave a small nod, the corner of her mouth twitching up. “Yeah. He really does.” for once, none of them said anything snarky.

[kakusu-shipping]

you know what? yeah!

i wanna hear some gaster x reader!

i wanna hear about gaster being head over heels for the player

but the player just wants to inspect him under the microscope

and once we know everything we just move on to the next interesting thing

so gaster has to keep making content to keep us around!

Oh that's not the dynamic I had in mind but I also loooove that concept okay hold. We're cooking.

(Mild) Yandere Gaster X Player!Reader Headcanons

All he originally wanted was to know you existed. Just a tiny bit of proof of you would have been enough to satisfy him at first. But now that he's reached you, know that you're Connected, he just can't be without you.

It's like an addiction, if he looses your attention for even a moment it feels like his world is crumbling.

He talks very slowly to you on purpose, slow and unskippable dialog to keep you locked in and with him for as long as he can

The story he weaves for you isn't all that vast, but he fills it with secrets, difficult things to find and rare dialog to hunt for. Things that will keep you coming back, trying again, up for hours searching

He chose the Shadow Bosses for this same reason. They're hard to find, harder to beat, frustrating but not impossible. A challenge worth conquering. Time worth spending.

Whatever makes you stay longer...

When you do finally close out if feels as though all the air as left his body. He's drowning without your gaze, your smile and laugh and voice over of the characters

The dark is just so crushing without you

And when you come back its like he's been reborn. Suddenly he can breath and see and think. The world isn't so dark anymore, with you there behind the screen, talking to who you think is yourself

He hangs on your every word, your every laugh, your every crinkle of a smile, like a drug it all makes him feel on top of the world

Don't turn the game off just yet. There's still more to see. More people to talk to. More secrets to uncover. Just a few more battles. Another attempt at that boss. Just another hour. Just a little bit longer

Please.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Joshua Washington (1/7)

WC: 4.5k

“You jerks!” Beth screeched at the top of her lungs, waking R from her deep slumber on the couch.

Her eyes blinked open slowly while adjusting to the environment. Both R and Josh had passed out early while cuddling on the couch; while R was a lightweight who was routinely in bed by nine, Josh had simply overdone himself with the alcohol and paired with her sleep schedule. A few minutes earlier, she had become aware of Beth’s presence hovering briefly, trying in earnest to wake up her brother.

She sniffled briefly and became aware of the loud talking that filtered into the vast living room. 

“Fuck! It was just a prank. Why’d they just run off like that in this weather?” Emily’s snarky, yet unconcerned voice broke through.

“Guys, do you think we should go out there?” Sam tittered anxiously. “It’s so cold -“

“I think we overdid it, Jess,” Mike sighed. “Let’s just see if we can get those gross lovebirds to wake up.”

R immediately sat up, despite how wound together her and Josh’s bodies were. Even in his deep alcohol-induced sleep, his arms tightly restrained her until she individually pried his fingers apart. He muttered irritably in his sleep.

She knew better than to try and wake the man up. R stood and addressed the group that was hovering by the entrance. Their expressions were mixed with concern, anger, embarrassment, and shame. But when Matt and Sam noticed the women, they eagerly ushered her over.

“Guys… what happened?” R inquired cautiously, stretching her bones out as she escaped her boyfriend’s tight talons.

Their faces flushed in fear as they realized the consequences of their actions would not evade them for long. “R,” Jessica sighed,” we pranked Hannah as a punishment for constantly throwing herself at Mike and she just ran off into the woods with, like, nothing on —“

“And Beth ran after her,” Matt added.

Her jaw dropped and she clutched at her mouth. The doors were still cracked open and she gazed out into the pitch black blizzard. There were hardly sighs of either sister. R gulped before jumping into action. She was never one to stand up for others due to her anxiety, but in this weather, getting lost was close to life or death.

“You guys just couldn’t talk it out like rational adults, huh?” R gritted, even if her words came out as a quiet stutter. “We’re in fucking college. Seriously, why are you guys still acting like middle-schoolers? What is wrong with you guys?”

“It was just a prank, R,” Emily sneered, crossing her arms. “If you think it’s such a damn issue, why don’t you go find them, huh? Since when have you given a shit about anyone else other than Josh?”

Jessica agreed eagerly,” Yeah. You do realize that we know you’re only here because you’ve been with Josh, right? Since when have you been any of our friends, you egotistical bitch? You think you’re better than us when you can’t even communicate like an adult either?”

R rolled her eyes and went for the coat rack beside the door. “Maybe it’s because I’ve seen through you all since the beginning. To be honest… I’m not even surprised you’re all this goddamn sadistic.”

The group still nervously hung around. Although R was positive Matt and Sam hardly had anything to do with it all, it wasn’t as though they had stood up for her boyfriend’s sister. R was angry at all of them - not for what they did, but for what they were all failing to do.

“You’re seriously going out in that weather?” Mike gulped, reaching for the woman as she tied up her final winter boot. “It’s super fucking cold out there. With how much the snow’s pouring, the footprints are probably covered —“

“Yeah, actually I am, Mike,” R sneered desperately. “Because they did and the rest of you are fucking cowards who can’t own up to their actions. If they end up coming down with the flu or something, all of you are to blame.”

R grabbed a flashlight and dashed out the front door, hearing the group argue amongst themselves about who specifically to blame - or the announce that none of them were, since Hannah chose to go out there. She didn’t want to stand for it. She knew better than to wake up Josh. So that apparently left only her to deal with it all.

She followed the only path available to the best of her ability. She could barely see through the flakes of snow, and even though she was attempting to jog, the snow was so deep it slowed her down drastically. Her teeth began to clatter, despite the adrenaline that diverted her attention. By the time she reached the dfirst split of the path, R had just barely caught the faint footprints that filled up to her right. The flashlight barely exceeded a few feet, but at least that was something.

R began running as fast as she could down the path. The wilderness was offset with a concerning quiet, except for the billowing blizzard. She  cursed how poorly-coordinated her body was and she cursed her weak body, only further restrained from her joint disorder.

Just as she was about to come to another split path and inspect, she heard it - two women screaming at the top of their lungs to the left. R gasped and halted briefly, paralyzed by the thought that they were attacked by something or a tree had fallen over. In weather like this, it was impossible to get the correct medical attention for either.

But R clenched her fist tightly as the harsh cold bit at the tears that glossed over her eyes. She took off running in the direction the screams for help came from. And R had wished it was a tree, because what she found was far more horrifying.

She came head to head with a cliff that led deep down into an abyss - and hugging an exposed root was Beth while an equally frightened Hannah grasped the woman’s other hand. R immediately collapsed to her knees. One gloved hand held deeply against the cliffside while she lowered half her torso to reach out to the women. Tears fell and blurred her vision even more than the snow. As her fingers stretched and the women begged, she recognized that she’d have to be an extra foot taller to grab Beth’s arm.

Her mouth became dry and sweat froze against her temple in fear. 

“R! Please! Is anyone else - I can’t hold on much longer,” Beth pleaded, fingers straining tightly against the branch.

R gulped and sat up, gazing for any rope, planks of wood, branches - anything to help the sisters from plummeting to their death. She bit her lips so tightly that they bleed and a wail escaped her lungs. She lowered her body entirely onto the ground, the snow burying her up the chin. She wrapped her foot around a flimsy fence post and reached again. She kept sliding her body lower.

“I’m sorry, Beth, Hannah,” R sobbed, reaching and lowering her body further. “I’m trying —“

R’s entire waist descended off the cliffside. She was filled with fear for her own life, the strain on her ankle screaming at her. R’s hands reached further.

“Please, R, please,” Hannah cried.

She saw the trembling in their bodies from how tight they clung for dear life. R’s fingers brushed against Beth’s fingers in the instant that followed and she went to grab her hand.

Snap.

In the instant that followed, the root as well as Beth’s strength failed. R could only watch in horror as their screams echoed in her brain and R was left grasping at thin air. Her body trembled as shrieks of horror emptied into the nothingness below until the women’s bodies had been encased in darkness.

And seconds later, the screams were cut short.

R was left staring at where the women had once been hanging for dear life. Her body trembled. And in that instant, she scrambled back onto the ground. Her agonized wails echoed in the silent woods as she grasped at the snow.

If only she had ran from the start. If only she hadn’t tried to find something for Beth to grab. If only she hadn’t fallen asleep so early. If only she hadn’t stuck around so long to argue…

“…R! Babe!” 

Her eyes shot awake and sensations rolled over body. Ben, her boyfriend, shook her shoulders and cold air rushed into her side of the vehicle. She blinked away a few steamy tears and came to terms with how sweaty she was. 

“I’m seriously starting to think this trip wasn’t such a good idea,” Ben gulped with concern, hands sliding down rio squeeze her arms. “You were having another nightmare.”

“Ben,” R  stuttered. “I’m - I’m sorry. You’re right, but… You know I have to be here for Josh.”

Her eyes explored her surroundings. The car had been parked at the bottom of the Washington ski lodge. During early October, the Canadian mountains were coated in a layer of snow with only the occasional patch of sunshine revealing the muddy slush underneath. The sky was somewhat overcast and the forest was dense with shadows that would forever remind her of that night.

But she was doing it all for Josh.

Two years had passed and things changed. The friend group entirely disbanded and became openly hateful toward one another. Josh and R had been wracked with grief and trauma, and despite still being good friends, R had called off the relationship for the sake of healing. In her mind, it was for the best because their relationship would forever be sullied and bonded by death and mourning. And now, two years later, R had formed new social groups and was dating a new and kind boyfriend.

They had all just graduated. But being at the lodge once more made it feel like Beth and Hannah had died yesterday. 

“I know you guys are close, but you were just starting to really move past it. And the whole week leading up to this just… undid all your hard work.”

R smiled meekly and patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Ben. I love you for caring so much, but… This won’t just help Josh. It’ll help me, too… I hope.”

Her boyfriend gave her a reassuring smile, but his eyes gave away his disagreement to it all. He stepped back and offered R a hand as she exited the vehicle. Her bones were brittle and the various vitamin deficiencies that poor mental health paired with did not fare well against the bitter cold. She grabbed her fanny pack from the glove compartment while Ben unloaded their shared suitcase and slammed the trunk shut. 

Beside it all, R was glad to have met Ben. He was certainly more than she could ever deserve - him, with his pristine, healthy relationship to every available option while being a kind social butterfly;  and then there was her, with nothing but a few niche hobbies and a trail of death and decay.

“I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse to be the first to arrive,” R chuckled, but still managing to betray her bitterness toward it all. “I know Josh just cares about us getting the room we want and having access to all the hot water, though.”

“Yeah, it’s nice of him. I’m honestly pretty glad that I somehow found the one girl who’s ex she was friends with was, well… actually a friend. I know he’s got a bit off the rails before, but he’s a sweet guy.”

“Exactly, which makes melee worse for him. He’s managing it all pretty well. I guess the therapist I found for him helped. Sometimes I worry I’m the one who’s more fucked up about what happened.”

“You both went through completely different experiences, babe. You don’t need to compare,” Ben comforted.

“I’m not - I don’t mean it quite like that. I just mean that… I feel bad about how I sort-of ended up just pushing him away immediately after. Our break-up wasn’t that amicable, after all. I guess I just worry that I was too selfish.”

Ben furrowed his brows, biting back the jealousy. Of course, R had learned to recognize it by now. Dating her was a feat all on its own - and Ben handled the fact she still hung out with her ex so often better than any other guy would. He was always so self-assured and communicative that she pitied that actually being at the sight of the event might bring up some insecurities.

R squeezed him arm and sent him a smile. “I love you, babe. You don’t need to overthink it. I still would have broken up with him anyways - I’m just referring to the guilt of how I went about it, is all.”

“…Yeah. I know, babe. This is a lot harder on you than me, so I’m trying to shelf it. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

With much difficulty, they ascended the slope. The gate was busted so R had to use some athleticism, and then the key to the ski lift had somehow fallen through the small deposit box and into the snow and took some hunting. 

R tried to appreciate it as they sat on the bench up to the lodge. The sun was bright in the sky and made the world bright and colorful. Ben held her hand the entire way up warmly and lovingly. It reassured her that, even as she gazed across the forested hillsides that had a heavy mist of lifelessness, it was still a gorgeous view of what mother nature created.

Ben held her hand the entire walk to the lodge. The air R breathed was tight and sharp. The cold bit at her every pore and the threshold of tears that consistently threatened to break was held frozen in place. She felt numb and agonized, even with her little spot of sunshine beside her. The terrain was simply that much more bleak and suffocating.

“Hey, guys! Glad you all made it on time.”

R blinked at Josh’s voice and the sensation of Ben tearing away to return a momentary bro-hug with the man. She immediately sent the man a smile and joined in the exuberant exchanges of back-and-forth greetings. They had never seemed so artificially genuine - the ‘how’ve you been’s, ‘hope you’ve been well’s, and ‘good, good’s.

It had been several months since they’d all seen one another. But even though R’s face had recovered from its sunken state, Josh was like a polaroid, frozen from the time the of the aftershock. His eye-bags were deep and sullen; his cheeks were especially gaunt and pale; his black hair was somewhat unkempt and a thin application of hair gel could not escape the flakes off dandruff. 

As R finished taking in his unhealthy appearance, Josh sent her a large grin and wrapped his arms underneath. He met her with a gripping and energized bear hug, making one firm spin in a circle before dropping her back on her feet. R was shaken free of her thoughts and squealed while reciprocating the hug. She tried to ignore how Ben cast his gaze away and shrunk from their exchange of affection. R left Josh with a firm pat on the back before turning to face the large cabin. “

Man,” Josh sighed while nodding his head eagerly,” You look like you’re doing good, R. Ben sure is a lucky guy, eh?”

“I am,” Ben agreed, feigning humor from Josh’s affection.

R sent Josh a tight smile before motioning to the building. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m freezing, so… You two can get all chummy in the cold if you want, but I’m heading in.”

Josh chortled and bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed slightly cold. He was quick to admit,” That’s currently an, uh, issue. You see… I was never given the key to this place and the one under the mat was moved without me realizing, so… I’ll need a little help from a macho man breaking in, if you pick up what I’m putting down, heh.”

“I’m not a man,” R joked.

“You’d sooner become a man than macho, babe. You’re bones are so brittle they’d break from one touch,” Ben replied with a teasing smile. “Joking, but yeah.  You settle up at the door while we find a good breaking point, okay?”

R pouted, feigning offense before stepping onto the icy stone steps. The men rounded a corner while making small talk with surprising ease. When the human sounds faded into silence, R was left staring out across the snowy lawn. It was hard not to have the vision of staring out into the snowy abyss conquer over the tranquility of the location. She could even hear the memory of the immature adults arguing from behind her.

She tried not to think about the details when she could avoid it. It was not R’s fault and it wasn’t entirely the bullies’ fault, either. It was always met with confusion from the police how the girls had ended up dangling off that cliff. R had never been accused of murder, of course - nor was there any evidence to suggest that. The leading theory was that somehow, the wind had snapped what little fencing there was and Beth had tried to grab Hannah and lost her own footing. 

R would never forget the day she was asked to go in with Josh to confirm their identities in the morgue the following day. They had died so horribly - all they’d have felt was terror. A spike had impaled through Beth at the bottom while Hannah had gotten hit in the head and broke all her bones, but had been cognizant a little while longer, freezing and bleeding out to death.

The expressions on both of their faces had been frozen into that of fright and despair. She would never forget having looked into the dead eyes of the women she’d failed to save.

The door suddenly swung open from behind her and R jumped. She spun around and was quick to enter the wave of warmth before Josh shut the door behind her. The heater was apparently quick to do its job, even in such a large abode. R was grateful for it. 

She stomped off her boots and hung up her frigid winter clothing. The warmth clung to her skin like a blanket, even in nothing but sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Ben patted her back warmly. Small talk resumes between the two men  as they walked up the stairs. R was quick to choose the larger bedroom with the attached bathroom and a king-size bed, as Josh said he was going to be staying in another cabin and did not feel as bad about stealing it for herself. She did not keep up with the others of the group, but none of them were good enough to have earned a bed this size anyways. 

“While you guys settle down, do you want me to bring you anything?” Josh offered warmly, watching as R was quick to dive into the suitcase and grab some toiletries. “An energy drink, coffee, beer?”

Ben stretched out his arms and fingers, unloading some of the extra articles of clothing. “Sure, man, I could use a beer.”

“I’m fine, but thanks. I’m going to grab a bath.”

“Sounds about right,” Josh chuckled. “It’s almost like you’re here for the commodities and not the socialization. Funny.”

“Yeah, yeah. You boys go drink your hearts out while I enjoy some relaxation, ‘kay?” R quipped while ushering them off.

R shed her layers of clothing in the steamy bathroom as the water filled the tub. She needed it close to scalding to relieve her aching bones. She set up the towels and pajama set afterward and dipped her body into the warm water. It felt good on her body. The silence began to ring further until she went ear-deep into the tub and tucked her knees in. The ceiling was bland and dull, but such dead air came as a comfort. It truly allowed her to sink into a comfortable lull as the water swallowed her body hole and her head leaned against the rim.

“R, I really just don’t get what you’re fucking thinking,” Josh pleaded while motioning wildly in front of the entrance to his apartment. “I don’t get why you expect me to be perfect after my literal sisters died. I - I mean, I know you’re going through it too, but that should be bringing us closer together, for fuck’s sake!”

Tears slid down her cheeks as she stood frozen a few feet away with a backpack of her belongings inside. “It’s because you’re not listening to what I’m fucking telling you, Josh! I don’t want to make it all about me. I want to be able to be a good support system for you. But I fucking can’t when you’re literally suffocating the life out of me! I can’t get any goddamn separation from you to mourn for myself!”

Josh’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he clenched his fists. He had never been overly emotional before the event. But now, his moods tended to flip like a switch. He was unpredictable. He was never scary, but R was scared for himself. He wasn’t stable - especially when R wasn’t around. He insisted on both turning on her location and an apple AirTag in her car - and this was when he couldn’t pressure R into bringing him along. She had first noticed it all when he had called her at a red light, concerned she’d gotten into an accident from not moving for a minute. And when classes started up again, Josh had maneuvered himself into every class of hers and trailed around like a lost puppy.

At first, R couldn’t stand a moment alone. But as the situation sunk in and life moved on, R realized that she couldn’t have the reminder of her guilt on her tail at all times. Josh had his sisters’ eyes and his touch always reminded her of the moment she woke up and on that couch. And so, the talks turned into desperate arguments and then into this - while Josh only wanted to smother her, R craved distance to think and process for herself.

“Babe, we have to stick together at times like this. I love you. Don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me anymore? Do you think it’s my fucking fault?” Josh’s voice tore itself to shreds as the volume raised several octaves and his words echoed around the pad. “You can just say that you hate me —“

“Stop, Josh - you’re not well,” R choked, clutching her hands. “Please… Neither of us are doing well, especially when we can’t get a second apart. Don’t you get it, Josh? I’m leaving because I love you —“

“I’ve started seeing that therapist,” he pleaded, stumbling forward before collapsing on his knees. He grasped at her calves and gripped her pants tightly. R’s eyes watered further and her lips trembled as Josh’s bloodshot eyes stared directly at her. “I - I’ll give you all the space you fucking want. I mean, I’ve already fucking couched myself, what more space could you need? I need you R, I can’t breathe without you —“

“Please, Josh. I’m begging you. I’m not leaving you - I just can’t handle a relationship or this roommate situation or having you constantly riding my ass. You fucking followed me to work yesterday and sat in the damn parking lot the whole time!”

“I won - I won’t do that, then,” he gritted, pulling himself closer and straining his neck as he watched her. His dark eyes were swarming with a madness that had set in ever since the reality did - so much concern, anger, guilt, loneliness, and fear. Even love, of all things. “I promise. Tell me what you want - I’ll do anything. Just don’t fucking leave me alone!”

But as a tear from R fell onto his forehead and her jaw went slack, all she was taken back to was that cliffside and how Beth had looked at her with those same terrified pupils. It was as though Josh was gripping onto that same branch. But R had come to terms that she couldn’t just fall with him.

R hoarsely breathed in and shut her eyes momentarily. She reached a trembling hand out and patted his head. She felt how he leaned further to absorb her touch, as though that were the glove she extended out to Beth. R sensed every molecule that separated them - ever centimeter of hair that created distance from the scalp. It made her heart ache.

Josh peered at her with hopeful eyes, even if his breath became even more labored. “I… don’t think you should be alone, Josh. Can you have Chris stay? I’m sorry I can’t mourn the same as you, but I’m doing this for you and myself. I can’t help you when I can’t even help myself. I know the thoughts are scary, but you have to confront them like I do every time I look at you. I’m sorry, Josh. I’m so sorry I couldn’t…”

Her voice trailed off and she fought the urge to sink back into a dissociated state of emptiness. R steeled herself and released her hand, even when Josh tried to latch back onto it. She pulled away suddenly and the man collapsed further, his entire body overcome with tremors. As she walked toward the front door, she sent only one last glance his way.

“I’m sorry, Josh. I love you, so that’s why I’m doing this.”

The last expression she saw on his face was that of fury and hate: squinted eyes of disbelief, hunched shoulders, a painfully craned neck, and a twitching snarl carved into his lips.

[rockcandymines707]

Every now and then, you were known to have good ideas. Your most recent one, however, had to be the best idea you’ve had in your life.

On the most excruciating summer day, you came back from working at a place with a busted air conditioner. The minute you walked in, sweaty, sticky and thirsty, you raced to the kitchen searching for relief. Freddy was the first to greet you, like always. His shining, toothy grin was extra dazzling today... it must have been how the sunlight bounced off those fangs of his. But once he realized the state you were in, he started to fret. His cool kid couldn’t become a heatstroke kid, he told you. That didn’t have nearly the same charm to it! He was reaching for his ice tray so he could get you a nice, cold glass of water. That was when your perfect idea struck.

You walked right up to him, wrapping your arms around the width of his back and smushing your face into his generous chest. His skin had a thin layer of frosty dew, and the moment it made contact with your flushed face, you let out a sound of relief that would’ve been embarrassing in front of anyone else. But Freddy was cool, and his yeti pecs were so, so solid. Like two, large ice packs...

Freddy’s body went stiff. At first he was just surprised, but the longer you kept your nose to his cleavage, the more confused and a little embarrassed he became. He just stood there for a while, awkwardly holding a tray of ice in one hand. Still, it was hard to miss how fevered you were when you first hugged him. If he were a weaker fridge, he’d worry about your heat making him lukewarm. But, the way you relaxed against him, the way your temperature slowly lowered down to an easy chill, it was almost like he had saved you. Just by being himself.

That thought made him blush. He liked feeling useful. He liked feeling wanted… Gingerly, his large hands cupped your face, and your view filled with the sight of a kind, handsome monster looking down at you with such an affectionate expression.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you stay cool, kid.”

[missglaskin]

Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble. 

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home. 

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works. 

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph). 

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you. 

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

 If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family. 

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come. 

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris. 

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained. 

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

@aphroditelovesu @yanderes-galore @gwynsly @tiddlybops

[galaxylibellawrites]

Toxic Friend Group angst fics for date everything Idea

You are allowed to use this idea I don’t mind! Just tag me if you write it!!! and credit me! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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Also I made these all in a whim...so bear with me if the storylines for these ideas seem a bit wonky. This idea is angst, has hurt/comfort and hurt/no comfort also this is not proofread.

Toxic Friend Group (TW; Toxic friends, Slut shaming, just toxicity all over it, manipulation/forms of it, depression symptoms?)

After the Player gets all objects realized I’d like to believe that they “move on” (in a nonnegative way. They get a job, maybe some friends from work or other places that later forms a friend group.

This friend group could be toxic or slowly turn toxic, but in the end they end up being toxic. They become this way(or were this way) because they had some form of connection with the realized objects whether it was an situationship, fling, ex or even one sided crush. Maybe each friend is a different level of toxic, like there is the envious type, the other type that likes to leave little passive aggressive comments, The controlling type, maybe a drama centered type that keeps bringing you into drama you didn't ask for (like for example maybe one of their friend slept with their s/o now their taking you to go fight their s/o).

Give or take, the player gets accustomed to these toxic traits of their friend groups, maybe some of the objects warns them because they see alarming behavior from your friend group

Your friends slowly start telling you that they are busy with work, or with family. The first couple of times wouldn't be anything to worry about but after some point it just starts getting suspicious.

Here's two options for how you find out about their problematic behavior:

Option A: Your whole friend group are posting on their socials hanging out together without you, with happy expressions plastered on them. I also want to add that they would make sneaky posts where they talk crap about you without saying your name out loud. They definitely have a separate group chat without you, where they gather more dirt on you and general info to see why you had so many partners and anything shameful, and reputation ruining secrets they can use against you.

Option B: Your Coworkers eyeing you at work, some of those looks have pity, or disgust, others with curiosity behind them. Which makes you nervous because you usually are a neutral to good terms with your coworkers. Maybe one of the kind older coworker pulls you aside to tell you that your some(or all) of your friends were spreading rumors about you being a slut with all these romantic relations you have with the objects. That you were this greedy person who manipulated your partners into staying near you and only you.

Maybe even spreading how you've become "toxic", like using THEIR toxic traits and saying that you are doing all of this.

Here's some options for player and what happens:

This causes you to begin to get insecure about your relationships, You begin to distance yourself with the objects. Either you continue distancing yourself or another option is your envious friend groups continues to isolate you from the others so they know you're not a threat. Slowly convincing you to leave these relationships little by little, or making you full on move out of your house to a completely different state/country + having you change phone numbers (This one is a bit more extreme).

Another more extreme one is they find dirt on you to use against you adding on to the fact they can use this to make you cut off your s/os, maybe do some of their bidding like letting them know more info on a specific realized object(s) that they have their affections on.

A less extreme one is you struggle a bit doing daily tasks, because of these insecurities maybe you start not brushing your teeth, not wanting to pick up the trash you left on the floor. You find yourself trapped in a same cycled void of doing the same thing every day.

Another extreme idea is where your friend group makes a story time about you expect they lie. They lie so convincingly, that it goes viral and people begin to ask who this toxic friend and why they haven't drop them. or some commenters say to name drop them (where if they do, you end up getting doxed and maybe become a lolcow or something)

Now for the less extreme and more positive one is where the objects help you realize that they were all toxic and not worth being around. Maybe you quit your job and get a new one, block their numbers and avoid them. (and of course they talk shit about you on their socials)

Options for endings:

Hurt/No comfort Ending 1: Your friend succeeded in you cutting contact/leaving with multiple of your s/os(or specific ones they wanted to get with). I know they would be gleefully excited that you actually listened to them. You have to silently watch (in person/on social media) them still trying to get with some of your s/os while a piece of you dies inside.

Good Ending 2: You cut off your friends, realizing that they were all toxic friends that hated you with every fiber of their being. So you respectfully cut them all off from your life. (which is good, we love cutting off bad apples in our lives!) Maybe you joke about it with your s/os about your ex toxic friend groups embarrassing ways they tried flirting or attempting to hookup/pick up them. And you all have a good laugh about it.

Hurt/comfort Ending 3: Your friends succeeded in isolating you and making you avoid contact. But it doesn't last long because you're feeling conflicted, and meet (object of your choosing) who was worried for you like the rest of them since you have been avoiding them all. You'll realize how horrible your friends are, and chew them out for being fake ass bitches and trying to spread lies and slander about you.

lolcow Ending 4: You become an infamous lolcow, because of your toxic friends. Now you get doxed constantly, bullied by the internet (they bully your looks, shame you for your many s/os) and your "fans" try justify their actions to other people by telling them you were a toxic friend. Your life is a bust, your unemployed, homeless and get bullied by the internet, and people record you like your some sacred animal spotted in the wild. Now your begging on TikTok live for gifts, or making a crash out post how your not a lolcow (You also have your own reddit page, r/playerchu)

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I oddly love this idea, this was fun to think about! My brain is both overflowing with ideas but also empty __φ(．．) Next plot idea will be about stalker! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little thing I made, and have a great day!

[coffee-toffee-twisty-frosty]

Love me a yearner 😩💕

[noobiestnoober]

🧟 Resident Evil (Video Game Universe) Master List

✨ Reblog = support the writer! 💌 Requests Open! #fyp #fandomwriters

Leon S. Kennedy

Bang Bang, Baby

Last Minute Leon

Suburban Secrets

After Every Mission | PART 1 | PART 2 |

I Told You to Leave Me Behind

No One Touches What's Mine

Shh… Someone Might Hear Us -🔥 Smut

Buddy Cop Apocalypse (Ft. Nemesis)

Chris Redfield

Safe House, Safer Heart

The Boulder Puncher and the Broken Couch

Beneath the Armour

You Said You Hated Me… So Why Are You Crying?

On Your Knees, Sweetheart -🔥 Smut

Carlos Oliveira

Elevator Confession

Matrimony Mayhem - PART 1 | PART 2

Swipe Right to Biohazard

Every time you leave, I wonder if it’s the last

Say It - 🔥 Smut

Jake Muller

Just Take It (Jake Muller X Reader)

Coincidence, My Ass (Jake X Reader) - Ending 1 of 1

Ethan Winters

Safe House

In Spite of the Rot

Albert Wesker

Wesker's Assistant Chronicles

Tactical Attraction

You Forgot Me

You Belong to Me Now - Part 1 | Part 2 - 🔥 Smut

You Look So Good With Your Hands Tied - 🔥 Smut

HUNK (Grim Reaper)

Fanfic Found Files

Piers Nivans

Heatwave - 🔥 Smut

Luis Serra

For Hurting You, I’ll End Them All - 🔥 Smut

You started this. You finish it. - 🔥 Smut

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quotes

(Y/n) - My tits are awfully heavy, mind holding them for me for a while? 😏

Leon - Oh my god yes, PLEASE! 🥺

[lovesick-all-over-my-bed]

Him going to see a musical with you and months later, you find him listening to the soundtrack out of the blue

him having an allergic reaction to something mundane and playing it off as nothing

you mentioned you like a certain fruit before and every season, it is always in stock at y’all’s house

he takes care of you when you come home wasted and does your skincare and puts your pjs on

spooning. Just spooning into late morning.

him making a homemade advent calendar out of something you love but is unconventional (books, music, jewelry, etc)

you give him date plans (self projecting) for the next year and as he’s reading it he cannot stop saying “Nuh uh” “I am NOT doing that”

you turning on breakup songs in the car and acting them out while he just looks at you confused

him getting really into 3d printing as he gets older, loves making stupid stuff

You telling him “you're just a chill guy” and him being BEWILDERED (why would he be on social media?)

Him having the man cold and being kind of a jerk but being so lovey when you’re sick

any time he wants to watch a scary movie with you, you make him watch Bluey with you after (it’s mandatory for me)

going to an arcade with his and your friends and trying to see who can get the most tickets (he lets you and your friends win…or so he says)

talking to him randomly about the many book ideas you’ll have and then getting countless emails from editors

him showing interest in your hair routine so he can do it for you when you don’t feel good/tired

going to a couples massage (booked by you) and him getting uncomfortable about another woman touching him like that

@succubusvalentine @thatsamericasass24 @ghostslollipop @sheepispink

More fic ideas because I’m alone and down bad eternally (using reverse psychology on the universe)

[cas-backwards-tie]

The Family Name

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Summary: After your friend's SUV breaks down in Fuller, Texas, you're forced to stop at a local service station to repair it. After being taken hostage by a group of strangers, it's up to you whether or not you'll survive.

Warnings: Cursing, Impulsive Behavior, Peer Pressure, Racism (if you squint), Assault

Mentions of:

Chapters: Hesitations Downfallen | Revelations |

[prettybean]

FUCK GOD I'M OVULATING, I NEED A FANFIC WITH KEGAN AND HIS FINGERS. I CAN'T STOP IMAGING HOW HE WILL BE ME, STUMULATING MY PUSSY EVERYWHERE/// SORRY

SORRY i made you wait forerer😭 HERE YOU GO THO, we always need some keegan daily stuff

Less than 5 minutes (KEEGAN +18)

(fem reader) tw: fingering, hand fetish, squirt

You've always felt attracted to Keegan's hands, so veiny, large and gentle at the same time. Every time he touched your skin you felt like a shiver down your spine and if you thought about it a little, you could feel your panties getting wet.

He was well aware of this. He always seized the chance to flaunt the size of his hands: "I could make you come with just two fingers," he say, as you lounged on the couch. 

"Excuse me?"

"It wouldn't take more than five minutes to make you all wet on this couch," he continued, his voice dripping with a hint of mischief, as you found yourself instinctively pulling your legs closer together.

"stop it" you said firmly, but he paid no heed."I bet when I'm not around you touch yourself for me thinking about my hands, what a good girl" he started caressing your thigh before forcibly opening your legs, whispering "Do you prefer to come on the floor or on my face?"

A moan escapes your lips just hearing that question, before lying down and showing off your wet panties "Keegan.. only with fingers" you asked and he nodded, moving the panties to the side, biting his bottom lip at the sight of the your naked sex.He softly blows against it, making you tense, before running a finger between your folds, up to your clit. "I haven't even started and you're already about to come, sweet girl?" 

Your eyes close "fuck Keegan, touch me." He smiled as he continued to provoke you "I think I didn't get it right, what do you want?" he said before pressing a finger to your opening, only giving you the tip.

"Put your fingers in me, Keegan, please I need it". You said and Keegan immediately stuck two fingers inside your cunt, moving them in and out, curling them. "hurry up pretty girl, I said you'll come in five minutes and that will be it" he reminded you as he pushed a third finger, making your back arch.

You moaned his name loudly at him as he held you still with his other hand, holding your legs open to get a better look at your pussy filled with his fingers.

"Come, Now," Keegan added a fourth finger, almost feeling like the veins in his hands were rubbing against your sex. You held your breath, until you felt the whole sofa wet and an immense pleasure in your lower abdomen. "Fuck Keegan" he watched you squirt everywhere, licking his lips. Your eyes meet his, noticing how your entire face is also wet, so much so that he reached out to try and dry it.

"even less than five minutes, you really like my fingers, huh?"

[t1red-gastr0p0d]

I'm no story writer but I did have an idea lop in my brain.

So! Giant Reader Insert CRK x You fic idea.

Let's say, hypothetically, you're squaring off against Burning Spice Cookie.

You're not too pleased with them after he *tore* the wings off your friend Golden Cheese Cookie.

So he's waling on you, probably no worse than paper cuts or cat scratches since you're so big.

And then you just. Scoop. Him up and yeet him into a cliffside.

Now Burning Spice is made of tougher stuff considering he's an immortal cookie, so this goes on for a bit.

You yeet, punt, throw, slam dunk, etc. Etc.

At this point the scratches are starting to annoy you a little and you just wanna go put a bandage on.

So you stare the angry lil fucker in the eyes and then bite the head off a statue of him.

(Also probably a huge mistake as most likely all the building materials in that neck of the Beast-Yeast is extra spicy)

Message received.

Idk is this anything? I'm not an expert write-ologer.

I just vomit my ideas onto my tumblr.

[rockcandymines707]

Cuddling was always high on Dante’s list of things to do when he got a lover.

He’d had enough of watching from the wall, perpetually within reach but never able to experience it. Sure he already burned hot enough, but he always had an inkling that cuddling-warmth and chemical-reaction-warmth were two completely different experiences. So, when he finally got you, one of the first things he did when you had time together was cuddle. He took you by the hand, sat you two down on the couch, and draped an arm around you over the back cushion, inviting you to lean in. As always he was chill about it, but it was clear through his flaring cheeks that the excitement was getting to him. Thankfully his hand didn’t burn when you held it to test his heat. It was more like a soft, squeezy heating pad, so you knew his flames were subdued enough for you to lean against his mantle shoulder.

His heart beat fluttered in his chest, happiness burning him brighter. So this was what it was like on the other side. To be the one staring off into space as all his senses honed in on the human next to him. This moment of pure intimacy was no longer out of reach for him, and he was so glad. You were surprisingly warm, like his very own bonfire…

He leaned down to kiss your head, just brief enough that he didn’t need to pinch out any tiny embers. But, that wasn’t enough for you. You knew he was being careful, so you had to show him you could be fiery too. You repositioned to press a kiss on his searing lips. He was caught off guard, but admittedly this was high on his affections list too. Being linked in such an intimate way, feeling a heat besides his own... It was beyond hot, making his stomach bubble like a lava lamp. The sudden change in temperature gave your lips sensitivity, and you were forced to pull away with a giggle. Although surprised it ended early, he understood why and chuckled.

“We’ll work on that.” He told you, pulling you closer in the meantime.

[blackdollette]

My mom passed away yesterday and I am in desperate need of a comfort fic with Spencer Reid </3

my most heartfelt condolences, anon. :(( i pray that everything turns around for the better for you.

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silence draped over you and spencer like a warm blanket.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked out pained yet quiet sobs, your body rocking slightly. his arms were locked around you, pulling you into a long hug and letting your tears saturate his t-shirt. he didn’t mind it at all.

you curled up into a ball, the pillow underneath your head completely soaked. spencer rubbed slow, gentle circles onto your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making you lift up your head so that he could exchange your wet pillow with his dry one.

you felt a pang of pain in your chest as he did this, the simple action representing how he always put your burdens upon himself. you felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness, and another wave of heavy sobs hit you. a pounding sensation flooded your head, making the room spin.

spencer sighed deeply, sitting up from the bed and leaning back against the headboard. he pulled your head onto his lap, looking down at you as he stroked your tear-strained cheek gently. “hey, look at me…” you swallow hard, managing to wipe away a few of the tears that clouded your vision. 

he held your chin with the same tenderness that would be used for an infant. “i’ve never seen you this sad before…” your heart broke at the shakiness of his voice. seeing you in this state was killing him on the inside. he took a deep shaky breath before pulling you up, setting your body onto his lap and giving you a soft kiss on the nose.

“i know this hurts, my love. but you will never be alone as long as i live.” he took your hands into his to still their shaking. “i promise that i will be with you until you get through this.” his voice broke as tears began to swell in his eyes. “it gets better, baby. i promise…“ he held you close to his, the tenderness of his massages helping your heartrate to still.

he looked up at you, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. “remember, it’ll always be you and i. and nothing will ever change that.” he smiled a little, making you do the same as you sniffled. he laid back down with your body on top of his, rubbing the same patterns onto your back as you closed your eyes. silence falls over you once again as he does the same. as you two drift off to sleep, he manages to mutter one last thing:

“i love you…”

[the-fictional-wife]

My Sparking Turles

THE GAME BROUGHT BACK MY OBSESSION RAHHH- I only really planned the first part sorry for the quality drop but it was so fun to make💪

Also posted on my Tiktok batboysclub! (though lowkey looks better here, other there just has subtitles text)