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pinievsev · 1 year ago

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Heyy i saw u have ur requests open for sweet home and OMG I NEEDED TO REQUEST SMTH CUZ THE LACK OF FANFICS IS INSANE.

Could you write something with park chan-young? maybe reader or oc (whatever you prefer) helping him to get on that bus in ep2 and then them meeting later on again?

i never requested anything so i hope this makes sense lmao. Thank you alr and btw ur account is amazing!

loose knots

Park Chan young X GN! older sibling of

Kim Su-Yeong & Kim Yeong-Su! Reader

Genre: Fluff (maybe angst)

Warnings: maybe some cussing, reader smokes . (This is sweet home we're talking about)

A/N: I honestly have no idea what to title this but I stayed up all night watching as much of S2 as I could to come up with something. (Bro reader doesn't know Chan young's name for most of this and I hate using "soldier or officer for him but idk what else to call him. So take a shot for every time you see those words in this.) (AND THANK YOU!!)

You sat in the back of the truck with the remaining survivors of your "group" from the green home.

Eun-yu currently had a gun pointed at one of the officers in the front of the truck, basically forcing them to take you all back to the green home apartment complex.

You understood that she's trying to find her brother, but she's basically killing all of you.

The truck stopped Infront of the apartment complex, most of the building collapsed onto itself leaving a giant gap in the middle of it.

You stayed back as she went inside, hoping to find Eun-hyuk. Watching as ji-su held the gun pointed to the officer, just like eun-yu did.

It all happened quickly, and now you were tied up in the building,you felt the second officer, that was instructed to tie you loosen the knot on your restraints.

"i kept the knots loose. Find a safe place once we leave" he whispered to you and got up, sparing a second glance towards you to make sure you heard him, and left once you nodded.

You looked up, hearing someone coming your way. "Is that?.."

"Ms. Im." Eun-yu finished for you, she walked past you, ignoring you all. Leaving you confused. Hadn't she turned?

You watched as they hit her with the truck, and as that asshole of a soldier was about to light her on fire, his head got impaled with some kind of tentacle.

And you heard something you hoped you'd never hear again. "I can't see!".

You remember when hyun-soo had come to help you and your siblings, you remember that monster, and how it almost killed you. You remember having to keep your hands over your sibling's mouths.

You untied yourself, just like the soldier had said, they were loose and easy to undo.

You got up and slowly walked outside, everyone following you just as slowly, you saw the same soldier that tied you, about to shoot the monster, he glanced as you and you put your finger to your lips shaking your head, telling him to be quiet.

He simply nodded and pointed behind him, at a bus. You led everyone slowly there, and a guy, you never caught his name despite living in the same place for so long, began trying to start the bus.

It worked after a few times but the monster had heard you, the soldier began shooting at it and ran after the bus.

You held onto the door with one hand and extended the other to him, he reached out and after a few tries he caught your hand and you pulled him onto the vehicle.

With a quick "thank you" and a nod to you he took the wheel. And you drove off.

You sat next to the broken window. Looking outside. You turned to eun-yu who sat opposite you after hearing her call your name. A cigarette in her mouth and one in her hand, extended to you. You'd somehow become friends.

"want one?" You nodded and took it with a thankful smile. She handed you her lighter, a green one. You recalled it being sang-wook's.

You placed the cigarette between your lips and lit it, giving her lighter back. She moved to sit next to you, so the smoke wouldn't stay inside the bus.

After finishing your cigarette you fell asleep.

You didn't know how long you had been asleep for but you awoke to eun-yu shaking you.

You exited the bus, following eun-yu, you didn't know why, but you trusted her so you didn't ask her.

You jumped, startled after hearing a gunshot coming from the bus. You ran back, seeing the same man that had started the bus turning into a monster.

The weird man that had entered the bus midway poured some kind of alcoholic liquid on the floor and as soon as the now turned man saw his reflection on it, he started wailing.

It was the most blood curdling scream you'd ever heard, you covered your ears and kneeled down next to your little brother.

As if realisation had hit you like a truck you looked around frantically searching for your sister. The soldier stood Infront of you and your brother, as if to protect you. You looked up at him, tears threating to spill from your eyes.

He looked at you. As reassuringly as he could through his own teary eyes.

Ji-su grabbed the thing that the man had dropped, some kind of explosive? And lit the monster on fire. Killing it.

Once it's screaming stopped you rushed on the bus Yeong-Su right on your trail. You looked around and saw your sister, laying on the floor, lifeless.

"Su-Yeong!" You screamed running towards her kneeling on the ground. The tears actually leaving your eyes. You held her to you with one arm, wrapping the other around your brother who was now crying uncontrollably.

"Su-Yeong..." Your brother cried through his sobs.

You let her go, still crying. And picked up your brother who was screaming for you not to leave her walking outside where everyone was. You shook your head and most of them looked down, holding themselves from crying.

But the soldier. He walked up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry.."

You shook your head, sniffling "don't." He nodded and walked off, you all followed. Your brother still screaming for Su-Yeong.

You're now in the stadium, next to eun-yu screaming for ji-su. She simply smiled at you and nodded. You took a deep shaky breath in and hugged eun-yu to you, covering her eyes and looking away yourself.

You heard the chunk of the stadium finally break off. And crush her.

You stood up, pulling eun-yu along, you needed to find your brother.

You sat in the makeshift base the platoon had made for the survivors with your brother. Zoned out. Until you heard the alarm go off. Roll call.

You stood up, holding your hand Infront of you, lining up against the wall with everyone else.

The soldiers checked everyone, and the same soldier that had brought you here stood Infront of you. He nodded but you didn't react. He moved along checking everyone else.

Once the roll call was over. Your brother ran off to play and you sat back down. You had nothing to do. You felt weak.

Eun-yu walked past you, waving slightly. You waved back. She was strong. She actually did something. Unlike you. You felt useless.

You saw an old lady struggling to lift something. You stood up and helped her. She thanked you telling you where to place the box. Once that was done you bowed to her and left. You walked around your living area, helping people as much as you could.

Out of the corner of your eye you so the same soldier again looking at you, once he made sure you'd seen him he walked off. You followed him.

He led you behind some kind of staircase. And made sure no one was around before talking.

"I'm Chan young." He said a smile on his face. You scanned his face, he had a nice smile. You noted.

"y/n." (I hate using that.) You replied.

"are you okay?" He asked you placing a hand on your shoulder just like he had done back on the bus.

"as okay as I can be. Are you?" He sighed, looking down for just a moment but you saw him.

"i guess I am. It feels like we're stuck here, my duty is to protect the survivors and it's like I can't even do that properly"

You shook your head making him look at you with a hand on his cheek. "you should focus on protecting yourself as well. Physically and mentally. The conditions we live in are not easy. You of all people should know. I understand you want to protect everyone. But if anything happens to you, no one else will."

He stared at you, processing your words. This is the longest he's ever heard you talked. Your voice was calming to him. As much as what you'd just said to him.

He didn't know what to say. He just nodded at you. "Is that all you know how to do?" You joked, your hand still on his cheek.

"what?"

"nod. You've nodded at me at least a dozen on times in the past week." He chuckled.

"i just, I'm not sure what to say to that." You laughed. And lightly patted his cheek a couple of times before dropping your hand

"you don't have to say anything, just think about what I told you. Chan young."

And with that you were off.

From then on he'd always speak to you when he had time. You'd sneak off at times and talk, about anything. Your lives before the world you know today. Your feelings. Through that, he found you were good at giving advice and even if you didn't know, you always helped him calm down, or forget anything negative that was pestering his mind.

Right now you sat on your "bed" looking at your brother playing with a baseball down the hall.

"can we talk?" You looked up, seeing Chan young Infront of you. You nodded and got up, following him to your usual place, one of the secret paths chief Ji had told you about.

You stopped not too far away from where you entered, the only light being his flashlight.

"what's up? Did something happen?" He shook his said at your question and with a *click* the light disappeared. You stood confused.

"Chan you-?" You got cut off, feeling his lips on yours. He pulled away after you didn't react turning his flashlight back on and apologised.

You reached down and turned it off again, making the first move this time. He immediately reciprocated the action.

It was soft and sweet. As if you were a fragile porcelain doll that would break at any point.

But he knew you weren't. You were much more than that. You were the person that helped him through his troubles. The person he'd grow to trust the most during the time you'd spent underground.

"thank you" he said quietly, nearly unheard. But you did hear it. And smiled. "Thank you." You said, putting emphasis on the 'you'.

You heard a light chuckle coming from him before he connected your lips again.

You couldn't possibly imagine what would've happened if he hadn't tied you up loosely back then. And you didn't want to.

A/N: and yes. Ladies and gents I thought of a title.

#fanfiction #sweet home netflix #park chan young #sweet home chan young #sweet home imagines #sweet home x reader #sweet home

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hanckocks-dagger · 4 months ago

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oh, the night's so blue

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John hancock x f!reader

Description: After a drunken one night stand with your boss and mayor, you'd planned on hiding out in your room for several months. Those plans get delayed when Nate, general of the Minutemen and your childhood friend, asks you to join him on a quest in the west of the Commonwealth.

Tags: Drunken one night stand, Hancock is a pining simp, and a slut. Reader is not SoSu, has afab characteristics and is referred to with she/her pronouns through the story. No y/n

Warnings: Smut! Drunk sex, consentual but I'll throw in the dubcon tag anyway, talk of violence, guns and drugs a lá Fallout ofc

Word count: 6.1K

Notes: So this is a one-shot that sort of feeds into an idea I've had in my head for a while, of a reader that knew Nate from before the bombs, who either ended up in Vault 111 as well or something similar, but got out about a year before Nate did. This might end up turning into a series of semi-connected one-shots or I might just cut it off here, but I definitely have some other ideas for this story rolling around in my head. More story focused than some of my other fics, delving a bit more into what actually living in the game's story would be like, but of course a hefty dose of our lovely Hancock. But I really like Nate, and I didn't want to make the reader the Sole Survivor so we could see the two of them interact. Also my Nate build is usually high charisma, high strength and low intelligence (idiot savant perk ofc), so he's a bit of a himbo <3 my fav type of man.

Also just a small and totally irrelevant thing, but I headcanon Nate/the sole survivor as choosing not to smoke, just because the player isn’t able to smoke in the game. Just a fun tidbit I threw in there. Also, I’m a smoker and I have friends who aren’t and the relentless back and forth teasing is always fun. They all vape anyway, so it’s just a race for who gets cancer first lmao.

Cross posted on my ao3!

"What's the status on the top shelf stuff?" You yelled out from the back room, wiping drops of sweat from your forehead before they could drop into your eyes. Sure, the new beer tap was ingenious, making the closest thing to actual fresh beer since you'd come out on this side of the cryo-chamber, but goddamn were the canisters heavy.

"Almost out of moonshine, luv," Charlie called from the bar, tinny cockney accent carrying through the open space.

That was fine, you could drop by and speak to Vadim tomorrow before opening, as long as Hancock could supply the caps and lend you some help to carry the bottles back.

"Anything else?" You grunted, heaving a full canister back out to the front, bending down to connect the pipes.

"I think you should start carrying some Fireball, I know how much you used to like it," A new voice spoke up from the other side of the bar, startling you into banging your head on the underside of the bartop. You cursed, shooting to your feet, finding a ginning, familiar face on the other side.

"Nate!"

He said your name back with the same amount of enthusiasm, slouched in one of the barstools, familiar bright blue vault suit looking a little worse for wear.

"When did you get in? How did you get in?" You asked, eyes flitting about. Sure enough, there in the background, spread over one of the couches was mayor Hancock, speaking with a smiling Magnolia and a broody looking MacReady.

"Just landed in town, figured I'd come say hi before crashing at the Rexford."

"Well, shit," You breathed, wiping your sweaty hands on a dishrag, "Can I get you a drink? I want to hear about this oh-so-secret mission you were on."

"Sure, I'll take a beer."

You fished over a clean-ish looking glass, gave it a quick wipe for good measure, and poured. The movements were practiced, muscle memory from a lifetime ago taking over as you tilted the glass, filled it, flicked the spout the other way for some top foam. You slid it over the bar, accepting Nate’s smile as payment.

You grabbed yourself a glass, calling out to Charlie as you filled the glass with ice, “I’m calling it a night, just leave me a list of whatever needs to be done in the morning.

You poured yourself some of the top shelf stuff, nothing good by pre-war standards, but nowadays it was rare and mostly didn't taste like it was 200 years old.

You stepped around the bar, planning on planting yourself on a stool next to Nate, but he was already rising to his feet, heading for the rest of the group.Hiding your awkwardness, you trailed after him. You knew MacReady tangentially, sometimes bringing him drinks into the backroom, keeping an eye out for disagreements and sometimes running up to get Ham when things were getting out of hand. Magnolia was your coworker of course, and there was plenty to talk about after long shifts, but she was– technically speaking– about twenty years your senior, and married to her job in a way you weren't.

Then there was Mayor Hancock. A charming flirt at the best of times, happy to stand up for you on the job, as the owner of the bar, after all, but there was always something about him you never managed to crack, never straying away from genial small talk. Small talk, of course, these days, meant discussing the last Super Mutant raid, or let him rattle off about his favorite chems. As you approached, he tipped his hat at you and you responded with a little curtsy, using your free hand to tug on your apron like a skirt.

You fell onto the couch beside Nate, stirring your drink with a finger, using your other hand to untie the apron around your waist. Being off your feet felt good. There were no clocks in the Third Rail, and no windows, so your sense of time tended to get a bit skewed, but seeing as Ham usually tossed out the stragglers by 5 am and you'd had a mess and a half to clean up, you assumed it must be closing in on dawn. A rough 12 hour shift made your liquor feel earned, as you sipped at it, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

"So," You said, catching Nate's attention before he could get sucked into the others' conversation, "What was the notorious General of the Minutemen up to this week? Liberating some more settlements?"

"Mmm, actually doing some work for the Railroad," His tone went hushed, unnecessary and strangely endearing, as everyone in the bar knew and was at least non-committal about their activities.

"Ahh," You replied, matching his tone. "Did it go well?"

"It went fantastically. I brought my own team in," He motioned with his beer toward Hancock and MacCready, "But we ended up getting some help from another agent, too. And, man, what a lady," he went a bit starry eyed, making you laugh.

"Got a little crush, Nathaniel?"

He snorted, and you spotted the tinge of red in his cheeks with glee.

"Nothing like that, but what a powerhouse. You should have seen her, mowing them down with a minigun."

"Don't sell yourself short, Nate, I've seen you in Power Armor before. Unstoppable force and all that."

Ever humble, Nate's cheeks turned rosier, and he glanced down at his drink. You watched his Adam's apple bob, the shy smile that graced his features.

To put him out of his misery, you turned to the group at large, "So, does this mean you've returned our beloved mayor back, or are you heading out again?"

Hancock's attention snapped up from MacReady so he could grin at you, "What, you missed me doll?"

"Well, you do sign my paychecks," You smiled back at him, then remembered, "Oh, yeah, speaking of, I have to go over to Diamond City tomorrow to get more of Bobrov's best, maybe I can steal Nate to help me ferry it all back."

He hummed, "What d'ya say, brother? 100 caps to keep my favorite employee safe?"

From behind the bar, Charlie gave his best impression of a grunt, "I resent that, mayor!"

"'M sorry, Charlie, you just don't have her charm."

"Or her tits," Magnolia chimed in, twirling an unlit cigarette in her fingers as she smirked at you.

You flushed, eyes flitting around, finally landing on Hancock and MacReady's empty glasses, "Refills, boys?"

"Thought you'd clocked out," MacReady said, even as he handed over his glass. "Well, I'm the club's ambassador even after hours, gotta keep the reputation up."

"You best not be giving free drinks to every sorry brother that walks in here," Hancock called after you as you stepped behind the bar.

"Mm, no," You sing-songed back, "Only my favorites."

The night passed easily. You stayed by Nate’s sidelistening to him tell tales of the people he'd been meeting, the farm he recruited for the minutemen last week. He didn't delve too far into this last mission, always the good soldier who followed orders. You spent about twenty minutes trying to guess his secret Railroad code name.

"Mmmm, buttercup."

"Not even close."

"Sugar bomb?"

The look of offense he gave you was so scathing it had you spitting out half your beer over the table, doubled over in laughter as he complained.

"It relates to my prowess as an agent, not some pre-war pet name!"

"Fine, fine, uhhhh. Striker? Shadow? Tank?"

"Honestly, these are terrible. Never open a baby naming business."

"Uhm, excuse you," You said, taking a sip of beer to try and reduce the heat in your cheeks, "I would make excellent raider names. Chainsaw, evil-eye, uhhhhh," You cast your eyes around, searching for inspiration, "Ricky."

"Ricky?" MacReady asked, eyebrows knit in confusion, "What's wrong with Ricky?"

"Dunno," You shrugged, "Doesn't he just sound like an asshole?" You put on an air, repeated 'Ricky' in an ominous voice, which got MacReady and Nate to crack up again.

Magnolia vanished up to the surface after a bit of flirting with Hancock, insisting on her beauty sleep. As was your usual, you whistled after her, calling lewd, joking comments as she walked up the steps. As was her usual, she gave you a scowl and the middle finger.

"Ehhh, I'll get her to crack one of these days," You murmured into your beer, that tipsy, never ending giddy smile stuck on your lips. You caught Hancock's eye where he sat, now alone on the couch, spread eagle with his gangly limbs. When he spotted you, he gave you a grin, cigarette in his teeth.

Suddenly you desperately wanted a smoke. You patted your own pockets, found that you'd left them at home. You cursed the you from the morning for whatever logic had made that choice, suddenly desperate for nicotine.

Your head, resting against the back of the couch, lolled to look over at Nate. Who, of course, didn't and had never smoked. Goody-two-shoes.

So, you clambered to your feet, ignoring the ache that made itself apparent, and collapsed over besides Hancock.

"Does the good mayor have some cigarettes to share?" You asked, hand on his knee, leaning in close to be heard over a playful argument MacReady and Nate had started.

Hancock's smile got wider somehow, those deep dark eyes crinkling at the corner, giving the appearance of crow's feet.

"For you? Always." He dug around in the deep pocket's of that crazy coat, pulling out a cigarette case. Instead of handing you one, though, he plucked the one from his mouth and stuck it into yours.

Brain slowed by a long shift and plenty of alcohol, it took a moment for the action to catch up with, fingers rising slowly to pluck at the cigarette. You blinked at him, but he seemed unphased, pulling out another cigarette from his case and lighting it.

You leant back in the couch as your brain caught up on his move, staring blankly at a gesturing Nate, MacReady equally engrossed, somehow having missed the interaction that now had your brain reeling. Hancock's arm was stretched out behind you, tantalizingly close, fingers almost tickling the hairs at the back of you neck. You felt the chill of goosebumps, shook off the urge to shiver.

You puffed at the cigarette instead, slowly sinking back in the couch, reverting back to the sort of talk you were used to with the mayor, "How'd you like the trip? Nice to get out of the city?"

Hancock took it in stride, as he did everything, "Oh, yeah. Makes you forget what's out there, staying too long in these walls."

You hummed your assent. You stuck to Goodneighbor because you wanted to stay alive. The furthest you'd ventured in the last year was scoping out that brewery for the Rexford. But Hancock was a ghoul, and even so was more careless with safety than anyone else you knew. Getting out of the city, with only yourself and the stars as company... it was a romantic idea.

"So, what, we're gonna become the Railroad's home base now?" You teased,

"Not exactly," Hancock replied, flicking ash off the end of his cigarette, "But Nate knows his shit, and he trusts them. They're doing good, dontcha think?"

You considered this, rolling it around in your liquor soaked brain, "I guess it depends on whether you think the synths are just robots or... y'know, slaves being put through just as much pain as we are."

Hancock nodded, eyes trained on you, expression curious. For all his flirting, Hancock was easily one of the more respectable men you'd met, always willing to listen, even if he was usually a bit too out of his mind to interpret it. He was whip-smart, too, when he was sober enough to put a thought together.

"I suppose it depends on if you believe in the soul. Do you, Mayor Hancock?" Some deep-seated, long ago buried urge reared his head. You remembered being a kid, sitting in a diner with high-school friends, batting your eyelashes at a crush of yours, a coy smile on your face, trying for a sultry voice and missing it by a mile. But now you were about two hundred years older, and had a few years of experience under your back.

So when you looked at Hancock through lidded eyes, purposely hollowed your cheek as you sucked on your cigarette, the one that had been in his mouth before yours, you could appreciate his reaction. The widening of his eyes, the way the hand behind your head seemed to move just a bit closer, the minute shift of his hips as his body turned further towards you.

"I think I'm a bit too sober for those kinds of questions," He snickered. Being a Ghoul made determining age difficult, but sometimes you were sure Hancock was young, younger than you even, the way he carried himself, the carelessness of a teenager.

You smiled back, soft, put your cigarette out in an ashtray on the table, picking up your glass instead.

Hancock said your name, sultry, and that hand finally brushed your shoulder, a gentle, teasing touch.

You answered with a smile, a tilted, " John," followed by a sip from your drink, one you concentrated all your effort into drinking as normally as you could. If you let your tongue slide over your lips to catch the lingering taste, well, no one had to know.

"You know," You said, voice hushed as if you were revealing a great secret, "I feel like I don't know you well enough. You haven't been around enough since you hired me."

"I knew I left the bar in good hands," As if to prove his point, his fingers teased over your bare forearm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Maybe, I should- ah- give you a tour of the Old State House sometime."

The innuendo was painfully obvious, accompanied by a lecherous wink, but you felt your face flush anyway, ridiculously charmed by his brazenness.

Charlie ended up kicking the four of you out, insisting on sweeping before the sun came up. On the way up the stairs, conspicuously a few steps behind Nate and MacReady, the two of you got a bit too handsy, after you'd spent the last couple of minutes petting the velvet of his coat, hypnotized by the luxurious softness of the ancient costume, as Hancock rattled off history facts about Boston, some of which you'd half remembered from history class.

"Found the old fucker's diary in a closet on the second floor," He'd said, as your fingers traced down his arms, across his chest, barely disguised fascination. You wanted to steal his hat, tuck it onto your hair, flick it the way Hancock often did.

"That old bastard was– was kinkier than you could ever imagine," His voice stuttered as your fingers traced near his navel, studying the stitching on the waistcoats he wore.

"Oh yeah?" You snickered, loose enough with drinks to lose your impulse control chasing after whatever felt good in the moment. Mostly that had been cigarettes, but now it was the idea of kissing him, of feeling that mouth on you, anywhere.

"The mayor of Goodneighbor," You breathed, smoothing out his collar, "Keeping himself busy with five hundred year old porn."

Hancock laughed with you.

Outside, the two of you stumbled apart, leaning against the brick wall to share a cigarette, Nate and MacReady somehow still talking, even if Nate was shooting you curious glances and MacReady smirked every time your eyes passed over him.

Eventually, though, when a too loud sentence awoke a grumbling drifted who threatened to hurl a bottle at Nate, it was time to call it a night.

Nate clapped Hancock on the shoulder and kissed your cheek, which got him a punch on the arm, a bit harder than you meant to with the alcohol in your system. He took it like a champ, of course, calling out, "Have fun!" As he rounded the corner towards the Rexford.

MacReady vanished with a tip of his cap, leaving you with smoke in your mouth and the morning sun in your eyes.

"You want to take that tour now, doll?" The brush of a teasing hand over your lower back.

You thought about your dusty apartment, of waking up in a few hours to repeat the same shift for the millionth time. A cold bed, empty.

"Yeah," You breathed, hand catching on the fluttering sash around Hancock's waist, setting a firm pace and tugging him along with you like a dog on his leash. His hands found your hips before you even made it to the door, pinning you against the old wood to kiss you, deep and warm and wet. Your arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer, till you stood hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest.

Somehow, one of you got the door open, falling through the door, walking each other in an embrace towards the staircase. The kiss deepened, Hancock licked into your mouth as you bumped into the banister, struggled to keep your balance.You let him lead, pushing you backwards up the stairs, hands always gentle, ready to catch you if you tripped.

It was a drunken fumble, your shirt rucked up, trying to get all his stupid buttons unbuttoned as you staggered to the stairs, his lips suddenly attached to your neck.

His hands moved to your exposed waist as you reached the second floor, greedy hands moving over the expanse of skin. You huffed against his mouth, finding it unfair as you struggled to even get under his ridiculous fucking shirt, finally managing to sneak a hand under it, nails gently scratching against rough skin. You weren't exactly versed in Ghoul anatomy, but you'd heard enough complaining from drifters at the bar about the lack of feeling in their skin to know you'd have to push a little deeper, press a little harder. Sure enough, as Hancock lead you stumbling towards his bedroom, you pushed your hand up to his chest, pressing down into the meat of one of his shoulders, you received a deep groan against your mouth.

Then suddenly you were in the Mayor's bedroom. Clean enough, by the wasteland standards. Strewn with chems, as you'd anticipated, but the bed looked as clean as you could be.

Hancock had ended up behind you, hands sneaking around to your ass, your collar pushed to the side so he could kiss the exposed skin of your shoulder. It felt... nice. Soft. Softer than you'd anticipated from him. It sent an ache through you, not to your core, though electricity tingled, desperate for attention you hadn't provided it with in years. The ache was in your heart, extending out to your lungs, stealing your breath the way his kisses had, as he gently guided you towards the bed.

You spun around in his arms to capture his lips again, nipping at his bottom lips, hands moving to his waist, sneaking down into his waistband. The two of you danced around the room, lips locked, hands moving as clothes were unbuttoned, tossed to the side, shoes pulled off.

Then you were naked, falling onto a surprisingly plush mattress, as Hancock dropped his coat onto the back of his desk chair, pants unbuttoned and half falling off his skinny hips. He left the hat on, even as he stripped everything else off, and it made you huff a quiet, airy giggle. He grinned back at you, always happy to be happy, as he crawled on top of you, bracketing you between his legs.

His dick was the same as the rest of him, scarred and pocked, but you found you didn't mind in the slightest as your hands wandered downwards, teasingly gentle touches running over him, drawing out airy breaths and groans.

You were quick to guide him into you, pulling him down for a kiss when he entered you, sending shocks of burning pain through you, uncomfortable but manageable. Still, he noticed, unfocused eyes blinking down at you, a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," You breathed, even through the tension of your muscles, "Just– uh– been a while. Gimme a moment."

He seemed unsure for a moment, looking as if he wanted to pull out, but you forced a calm through your muscles, slowly feeling him inch his way further inside, until the two of you were hip to hip. You breathed through the sting, shutting your eyes and guiding his face to your neck, happy when he got the hint and nipped at your skin. Your breath got shaky when he found a perfect spit by the junction of your neck and your shoulder, feeling his teeth sink into the flesh, soothed quickly with his tongue, with his spit-slick lips.

"Okay," You breathed eventually, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other clutching at the muscle on his back, "You can move."

"Are you–"

"Hancock," You said, voice firm. In a more sober state, his caution would touch you, but you were desperate to feel the drag of him, to feel his hips working. "I'm a big girl, it's okay. You can move."

He bent down to kiss you as he slowly pulled his hips back. With conscious effort to keep your muscles calm, your side of the kiss was a bit half hearted, but you gasped into his mouth as he pushed back in, the stretch not painful but, "So fucking perfect," You breathed, "Just like that."

Hancock was amazingly receptive, somehow cataloging every moan and twitch, and he had you pushed into the mattress within minutes, gasping and shaking beneath him. His hips drove into you at a perfect pace, his mouth moving to your tits, gentle bites at the soft skin, pulling your nipples into his mouth to flick at them with his tongue. Your whispered words of direction quickly dissolving into moans and gasps of his name.

Almost the exact second the thought of your clit popped into your head, his fingers were there, moving tight circles, pressure just the right side of too hard. You arched into him, a moan so loud it would have made you self conscious if you weren't too focused on driving him deeper, getting him closer, getting as much of his skin on you as you could.

Your orgasm approached with mounting tension in your muscled, strangled cries of more, harder, "Please, John."

You came with a strangled cry, every muscle in your body tensing and then going completely limp, gasps of air as your peak faded, replaced by a pleasant buzzing sensations. John's pace slowed as you shook, hands leaving your clit to grab at your hips, pull you towards him as he chased his own release. You were happy to let him, your hands exploring him leisurely, gripping at his biceps, his shoulders, wrapping around his neck to guide him into another kiss.

You could tell when he got close, the way his hips jerked, thrusts growing rushed and sloppy, desperate, the way his breath quickened, the way his dark eyes seemed to darken even further. At the last moment, he pulled out, wrapping his hand around his cock, haphazard pace the same as he fucked into his fist, a few more pumps and he came over your stomach. You tensed under the surprising heat of it, but relished the soft groan that escaped his mouth, head tilted back, mouth open,

He half collapsed on top of you, breathing against your mouth, only his arms holding him from falling into you. With every inhale, his expanding chest brushed against your breasts, every touch sending electric shots through you.

He collapsed beside you, still panting, one arm curling around your chest, just under your tits, pulling you into his side. "Just– give me a second, I'll get you something to clean up."

"Mmm," You breathed, relishing the heat of him, positive he was warmer than a normal person, the way it radiated off him, heating your skin at the contact points, "Don't worry about it. Deal with it in the morning." Your words were slurring, eyelids heavy.

"Mmm," Hancock agreed, tucking his face into your shoulder. He held you tight, like little kids held onto teddy bears. It was... nice. Unfamiliar to you, but, as you buried your head into the soft pillow, you supposed it was something you wouldn't mind getting used to.

You woke with a start, unfamiliar footsteps thudding above your head. It took a moment to reorient yourself, to recognize the walls you were blinking at, the hand tucked around your waist, the soft snores in your ear. Your head thudded, your mouth dry as a desert, tasting like cigarettes and whiskey.

"Shit," You whispered, slowly extracting yourself from Hancock's warm arms, getting to your feet. Stark naked. Your pants were slung over a chair, one sock still in the pant leg, the other tossed onto a desk, surrounded by several tins of mentats and empty jet canisters.

"Fuck," You breathed, hopping around trying to get your socks on. One of your boots was on its side, halfway under the bed. Your shirt was hanging on the fucking doorknob and you tugged it on, ignoring the stale smell of sweat and alcohol that clung to it from last night’s shift.

You swept the room, but couldn't for the life of you find your underwear. The thought of leaving them somewhere was mortifying, but when Hancock shifted in the bed, you decided not to risk staying. You pulled your boots on, leaving them unlaced as you crept over the ancient floorboards. Seeing as Hancock was managing to sleep through the ruckus of the drifters on the top floor, you doubted the creak of the house would wake him, but you were still extra cautious as you cracked the bedroom doors open, just enough for you to slip through and rush down the staircase, pointedly not looking at any of the Neighborhood Watch.

Out in the semi-fresh morning air, you took a deep breath, mumbling another curse to yourself as you began a quick jog home, trying to avoid any knowing glances as you rounded a corner and shouldered the door to your apartment building open.

Shower, underwear, find Nate, get him to ask Hancock for the caps while you cowered in the background with sunglasses and a baseball cap over a dark hoodie. Fuck.

The shower was cold, obviously, and you counted your blessings for having running water at all, even if it was a bit too irradiated for comfort. You did your best to scrub fast, hands brushing through sweaty, greasy hair, soaping the necessary areas. You very pointedly did not linger on the dried, flaking cum on your stomach, exorcizing it with a washcloth and curses.

You were busy drying your hair with your dirty shirt, because whenever the water lingered too long it left an uncomfortable sheen over your hair and smelled a bit like a bog. A knock sounded at the door, sending ice through your veins, a response equivalent to the roar of a Deathclaw or the clicking of a Mirelurk.

For a moment, you contemplated crawling onto the rusty fire-escape outside your living room window and walking into downtown Boston to let some Super Mutants eat you.

Instead, though, you stepped over to the door, moments quiet as you contemplated what the fuck you were going to say. Last night was a mistake. You're my boss. I haven't had sex in two years and I'm sorry for leading you on, can I please have my panties back?

Another knock startled you out of your thoughts, fast and panicked, followed by the call of your name from a voice that definitely did not belong to Hancock.

You opened the door to a panting Nate, already back in his suit and armor, gun tossed over his shoulder.

"Nate?"

"Hey! Have fun last night?"

You flushed, even though his expression was nothing but kind; curious and happy for you, like a good friend should be.

"Uh. What's with the get up?" You deflected, which Nate took in stride.

"Distress call from the Minutemen, they asked me to head out west to Graygarden."

"The... farm run by robots?"

"Oh, that's what it is?"

"Wh- Never mind. What are you doing there?"

"Something about the water supply and Super Mutants. I'm leaving in a few minutes"

"Okay, that's fine, I'll drag someone else with me to Diamond City, no stress."

"No, I want you to come with me."

You blinked, hand tensing on the door frame, "Nate I'm not a fighter."

"Yes you are," He said, looking so genuinely confused it made your heart seize a bit, "We fought together. At Anchorage. Did you forget?"

"No, I didn't–" You swallowed.

After returning home, witnessing massacre after massacre, you'd sworn to yourself you wouldn't get involved in that kind of shit. Even after the world ended, you'd managed to keep that promise. At night, alone in your cold bed, you could still hear the hissing of sentry bots, the creaking of power armor, the whistling of bullets. "I don't do that anymore, Nate."

Nate pulled one of his more serious faces, a rare sight for a man with seemingly endless drive and relentless optimism, even after losing more than you could imagine.

"Look. I understand what you're feeling–" You took a breath to interrupt him, because his blind patriotism had driven him forward when you'd lagged behind, weighed down by the blood on your hands. Nate pushed forward, "I know you don't believe me, but I really do. And nothing helped me heal those wounds like helping people."

"Helping robots." Your voice was flat.

"Who provide food for over a dozen settlements. You'd be doing good."

You bit your lip, casting your eyes over your apartment to avoid the earnest look in Nate's eyes. Sure, you were... content in your life. Goodneighbor was as safe as any settlement could be, you had steady income, some sort of purpose. But you remembered the day Nate had walked into the Third Rail with Nick Valentine on his heels, bleary eyed, vault suit still pristine. The way your heart had sung, the way an aching loneliness you'd felt since coming off the ice had faded.

Was this what the rest of your life would be? Slinging drinks, small talk with coworkers and bar patrons, waiting for the next time Nate would walk in through the doors like some yearning wife waiting for her husband to return from war?

Besides, you weren't going to be able from Hancock in his own fucking town, not for long.

You shut your eyes, feeling the phantom weight of a gun in your hands.

"Fuck. Fine."

The smile on Nate's face was like a kid's at Christmas.

"Great! I'll meet you at the front entrance in..." He glanced down at his pip-boy, "Thirty minutes?"

"Okay."

And he was off, leaving you standing in your doorway, blinking at nothing wondering what the fuck you'd agreed to.

Under your bed there were some loose floorboards you'd been using to store the important things. Your spare caps, your vault suit and pip-boy, your 10mm pistol and your combat shotgun. The former was familiar to you, used centuries ago in a war no one understood anymore. You'd grabbed it on your stumbling way out of the vault, and it was a good thing to or you would have gotten gored by some very territorial mole rats before even making it to a settlement. The shotgun had been stolen, in your trek to downtown Boston, taken off a raider you'd knocked out with a lead pipe. He'd clearly made some adjustments to it, with a hair trigger, less recoil than expected and a scope you'd never needed to use. You'd been meaning to sell it since you'd gotten in, but it had ended up in the floorboards where you'd simply hoped it would stay unless you were strapped for cash.

A knapsack was quickly filled with everything you needed, a change of clothes, a portable water purifier, all the food that would go to waste if you didn't take it with you. You tucked some spare caps into a hidden inside pocket, wrapping them in cloth to keep them from rattling. Your spare 10mm ammo, a few packs of cigarettes, a lighter, a flashlight.

The pistol was strapped into a thigh holster, a gun belt held your shotgun rounds. The shotgun went around your shoulder. They felt heavier than you remembered them being, their weight an oppressive reminder with every step you took out of your apartment. You'd need to let Charlie know you wouldn't be in for a while, and you'd need to stop by KL-E-0's for some spare parts. Easy enough, it was just the matter of avoiding certain tricorn-hat wearing mayors.

You kept your head down as you made your way through the street. You cut a more imposing figure with your armor, with the glint of weapons. People moved out of your way as you jogged towards the Third Rail, sliding in through the door like a mouse darting into its burrow.

You rattled like a tin can chime as you walked down the steps to the bar, announcing your approach before you could be seen, a cat with a bell. You were skittish, pausing at the last step to peek into the lounge, trying to spot a red coat, a familiar smile. Coast was clear.

"That the new uniform, then?" Charlie's voice nearly sent you flying, a squeak leaving you as the Mr. Handy suddenly appeared in view. The three eyes didn't exactly convey emotion well, but you could hear the dry amusement in his tone, maybe a hint of judgement.

"No, I uh–" You shook yourself, loosening the cotton in your brain, "Nate asked me to accompany him on a mission. Shouldn't take more than a week."

"Seven days and I'll file a missing person's report." Dry, dry, dry.

"Right," You breathed, gripping the banister like a life line, "Right. I appreciate the uh– The thought, Charlie. I'll see you around." Saliva filled your mouth, and you had a second to panic about throwing up on the floor as your stomach rolled, before the feeling faded.

Charlie didn't dignify you with a response, going right back to... whatever it was he did when the bar was closed, so you turned around, rattling right back up the stairs. First vacation in two years.

Again, you kept your head down as you walked through the alley towards Kill or Be Killed, pointedly avoiding letting your gaze slip to the Old State House, like the building itself would summon him. Something burned in your chest, not quite shame, but the next thing to it. In another life, you would've considered chewing on a baby aspirin, kept the landline in view, ready to dial 911, if you were having a heart attack. Now, though, you shrugged it off, grabbing your canteen and taking a greedy drink, washing away the cigarette taste that still lingered in your mouth.

KL-E-0 was in her usual place, piercing red eye landing on you.

"Well, don't you look dressed to kill."

You'd wondered, sometimes, if she had been especially programmed to sound so sultry, or if it was just her natural charm.

"Heading out for a while," You dug your bag of caps out of your pocket, placing it on the table as your eyes roamed over the wares available, "Think you could spare some grenades and shotgun shells?"

"Let's get you outfitted, killer."

The word left a sour taste in your mouth that had nothing to do with the cigarettes. You made it through the trade quickly, enough ammo to last you several encounters, enough grenades to get you through a couple rough spots. You left with your pockets lighter, your bandolier, pack and shoulders weighed down.

"Have fun, baby."

"Yeah, thanks, Kleo."

Nate was standing by the entrance, a respectable distance from the Neighborhood Watch, a focused frown on his face as he fiddled with his Pip-boy. He looked up when you approached, frown turning to a bright smile.

"So," you said, shouldering your gun, "Ready to head off?"

"Not quite, we're still waiting on the rest of the party. You know how he is, always fashionably late."

You didn't manage to get out your confused "Who?" Before a familiar hand was clapping Nate on the shoulder, saying, "So! Ready to get this show on the road?"

Fuck.

Notes: This is so insanely self indulgent it’s crazy, but I do hope you enjoyed at least a little <3

#fallout companions #hancock #hancock fo4 #hancock x reader #hancock x you #john hancock #john hancock x reader #fallout hancock #fo4 hancock #male sole survivor #john hancock x you #fo4 companions #fallout 4 companions #fallout imagines

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blockgamepirate · 1 year ago

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idek what the meme for this would be but it's almost comedic how Jaiden is like here are my beautiful and cool wings and so many cool birds keep spawning around me, I can hardly even hold them all!

And then there's Phil and Baghz.

One of them with wings so fucked up that it even messes with his balance while he's walking, and the other... tbh idek what's up with hers but she sure was yelling about wanting wings when she saw Jaiden's

One of them getting trapped alone in a bird house as punishment for lashing out against the people who imprisoned him and then made to believe it was all a dream or a hallucination so he would start doubting his own sanity, and the other finding out that she was created in a lab as a duck-hybrid for some sort of fucked up experiments that also probably killed her siblings, leaving her the only survivor

One is being taunted with caged birds appearing in and around his base, the other one had birds spawn around her and then GET KILLED IN HORRIBLE WAYS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER

The sheer contrast between their bird associated experiences on the server and Jaiden's lmao

#qsmp #jaiden animations #ph1lza #baghera jones #i mean on the other hand im glad jaiden at least gets a break on this one #she's been through enough

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bougiebutchbinch · 1 year ago

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EDITED TO ADD: yes, I 'know what abuse looks like'. Yes, I have personal experience. I can't believe I have to shake my Trauma Credentials in front of Certain Rabid Ed Stans so they won't make weird unbiased claims about my personal life and experience.

Take a good, long, hard look at yourself. Is that really the person you want to be? Is that really supportive of other survivors, to make them dredge up their own trauma to defend a freaking fandom opinion?

ANYWAY.

I think the whole 'Ed isn't REALLY an abuser tho, because [extremely convoluted reason that victim blames and glosses over abuse]' thing from certain Ed fans is melting my mind a little. I say, as an Ed fan.

You can like a character who has done shitty things! You can like a character who does not take any actions to try and become a less shitty person! I certainly do! I love Ed! He's the reason I started watching the show, and he was my fave character all the way through Season 1 and for some of Season 2! He's great fun to write and I am so eternally fascinated by him. That love is why I'm so annoyed about what they did with his character.

But y'know what? Even if you hate exploring the mere possibility that Ed is, canonically, an abuser, it's possible to create a wholly different fanon if you wanna!! No one is forcing you to accept canon within your fanworks! That's what fanworks are for, and why I'm writing Season 2 fix-its, lmao.

But maybe don't deny what is very clear text within canon itself, just because you stan a character? Just... take a step back???

Like...... I ship Cross Guild. Clean Cut Clown Abuse in canon (if you know anything about One Piece). I choose to ship it as a consensual and fun silly BDSM relationship, rather than the Very Fucked Up Work Situationship it is in canon, because I think Buggy deserves 3 Big Hott Boyfriends (Yes, They All Smoke Weed).

But I'm not.... gonna deny...... that in canon he's in an extremely shitty abusive situation that's played for Comedy Purposes...... just because I love Crocodile and Mihawk.....? I'm not gonna say that people who really, really don't like the ship because of the abusive overtones are 'making stuff up' or 'just don't understand literary devices', or (heaven forbid) that 'it's okay actually because Buggy is a villain and therefore he deserves it'?

Hell, I love the Joker as a character (in certain franchises). But I'm not gonna pretend he isn't an extremely abusive, fucked-up and dangerous guy?

Obviously these are very different characters in very different tonal settings, but just -

You guys realise you can like characters who would be inexcusable IRL, right?? You guys realise that it doesn't make you a bad person, so long as you don't start claiming their victims 'deserved' it, or that these actions would be acceptable in real life?? When a show clearly shows Your Favourite Blorbo abusing people and acknowledges that the survivors are badly mentally affected by this trauma, then does not show your blorbo putting any meaningful work into changing... You can accept that this will make other people dislike his character, while still personally caring for him, yeah??? We've all accepted those basic principles as a fandom, right???????

.....Right?

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbeard #ed teach #ofmd critical #:gently pours gasoline on the flames:#the izcourse #the edcourse

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ultralightpoe · 1 year ago

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Karma - Chad Meeks

Authors Note: Second part to the Midnights Event, if you love Taylor Swift then go check that out. And make sure to put in your request for SOUR!

MIDNIGHTS EVENT

Word Count: 5717

Warnings: A lot of slut shaming, ghostface

The amount of times i rewrote this and STILL HATED MY WORK LMAO

Enjoy!

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax. This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut.

All you had to do was wait.

But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell.

Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do.

But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks, who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor.

He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation.

He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table.

You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.

But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare.

“So who is the dick?”

“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”

“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”

“Ex.”

“What’d he do?”

You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well .

But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in.

You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you.

“So you’re the enemy right now?”

“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do.

“Let’s take him down then.”

“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”

“So?”

“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready.

So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did.

But it wasn’t your business.

“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to.

“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”

“I do not sound that robotic.”

“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”

You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”

“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you.

“Let’s take this fool down!”

So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor.

When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast.

Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone.

Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.

Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging.

“That was bullshit.”

“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”

“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”

“Never seen a single game.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”

You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly.

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt.

The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch.

You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group.

But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass.

Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser.

For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back.

Oh…right. The Karma Game.

Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?

“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you.

“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?”

“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else.

Spider-boy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

The game only amplified from there.

Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off.

Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games.

And your crush on him had been rapidly growing.

Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all.

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win. “When they go low, we go lower.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger. “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”

“Because he posted those photos of you!”

“They are just photos.”

“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general.

“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed.

“Yeah?”

“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”

His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly.

“How about another time?” He whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Turns out that was a big lie.

Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy.

You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again.

Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)

He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it.

Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff.

Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.

He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that.

Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free.

Read.

How wonderful…….

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps.

“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say.

“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor.

“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning.

“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone.

“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”

“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek.

“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him.

“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”

“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in.

At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds.

He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything.

“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off.

“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?

Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

(I'm still, I'm still here)

“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?” You snap, taking the seat across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”

“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones.

“Save WHAT?”

“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”

“Excuse me?”

“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”

“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”

A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian. “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”

“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”

Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!” But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”

“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”

“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain.

“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”

He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.

“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet.

Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks.

You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.

And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween.

This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?

So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever.

Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed.

And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there.

So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that.

He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you.

“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”

“I think I’m sick of the masks.”

“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”

“I don’t even have a costume.”

“Yes you do.”

And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad.

Until you waltzed in.

Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him.

“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look.

“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”

“Third party?”

“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you.

“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”

“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight.

He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door.

He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”

“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”

The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”

You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”

“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”

Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”

You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it.

“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”

You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom.

Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned.

He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”

But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)

Karma's a relaxing thought

The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply.

And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball.

“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle.

“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun.

“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow.

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes.

“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”

So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up.

“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, just a really bad prank-”

“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”

“And who was batman?”

“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts.

“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off.

“So why are you in my bed?”

“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off.

“I would never say that.”

“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”

“SHUT UP!”

Karma's a relaxing thought

“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks.

“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert.

“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled.

“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun.

Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .

#scream #scream x reader #scream masterlist #scream imagine #scream franchise #ghostface imagine #ghost face #ghostface #chad meeks #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks smut #chad meeks angst #chad meeks fluff #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks scream #chad meeks martin

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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The Legion (Frank) vs Ghostface from DBD rivalry-romantic concept?? I just like the idea of two shits being rivals over a Darling that wants nothing to do with them cause they're a survivor lmao

R.I.P, sure! I'll write something for them!

Yandere! Frank Morrison Concept

Yandere! (DBD) Ghostface Concept

Yandere! Frank Morrison vs Yandere! Ghostface

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Blood, Marking, Manipulation, Violence, Forced relationship.

Frank would be Possessive, Sadistic, Cruel, Manipulative, Forceful, and Obsessive.

Danny would be Obsessive, Possessive, Sadistic, Forceful, and Narcissistic towards you.

Danny's original concept didn't have the Forceful trait but I added it after rereading his concept.

In this case, both yandere killers share the Possessive, Sadistic, Forceful, and Obsessive traits.

They are very similar to each other although Danny is the one who's more self-absorbed.

Frank likes to manipulate his darling into situations with words and actions while Danny is primarily just one for forcing you into a corner with minimal words.

The fact they're so similar to each other with their darling may actually cause more issues than benefits.

This is because their mix of traits is not meant for sharing.

Which means this'll cause a destructive rivalry.

One you, as a survivor, want no part of.

You'd think they'd fight amongst each other.

They do, you just never see it.

Killers are never in the same trial together.

Which means you'll only see them take their jealousy out on you at the end of the day.

You don't have to dread one trial now, you can now dread two.

Although they primarily end the same.

It doesn't matter too much who you get stuck with, their actions still cause you torment.

They'll pin you to a wall in a trial and take their time making marks in your skin in one way or another.

They use your pain and blood to satiate their possessive desires.

They want nothing more than to show their rival that you belong to them, not that other killer.

It's upsetting you mostly see the aftermath of their fights.

But let's be honest, you were not expecting compassion from a killer in this realm...

So did your situation really change?

You can only catch a vague idea of what's going on.

Usually you hear it in the words they grunt out or whisper while they play their little "game" with you.

While they play with your blood they mention who they'll prove something.

They may even blame you for "seducing" someone... which you don't understand.

Through many trials you'll learn based on how they talk and act they're fighting with another killer.

Supposedly over you, for reason or another.

Behind the scenes the Entity is thrilled at this new development.

It has never seen such a spectacle.

The Entity takes pleasure in watching the two killers tear each other apart when they encounter each other.

They two fight each other like rabid animals.

The air is filled with pained hissing and screams along with taunting...

Their blades and bodies are drenched in blood by the time the Entity pulls the two way.

They hate each other.

Which gives the Entity an idea.

Double the trial, two predators and eight prey.

The Entity lives for the suffering.

As a result, Frank and Danny are put in the same trial.

Among the eight survivors, there's you.

It's set up like a final showdown... but everyone knows this isn't the last time this will happen.

This is the only way you can actually see their fighting.

Plus... think of the tension when they both find you?

You'll be pulled from a generator, meeting one of the killers you despise.

Only for the other to step in front of them, their expressions unreadable due their masks...

But you can feel their tension radiating off of them.

With a rivalry like this you could probably cut the air tension with a blade.

The thing that's also an issue with a rivalry like this is it doesn't matter who wins in the end.

The rivalry may not end because neither of them can die plus the Entity will just encourage the rivalry.

Even if it did end somehow, they're both just as bad as each other.

You aren't winning in this rivalry.

No one is winning in this rivalry.

You just hope the two keep each other occupied for most of it...

You would rather not feel their possessive wrath anymore than you have to.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere frank morrison #yandere dbd frank #yandere ghostface #yandere danny johnson

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piratefern · 7 months ago

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THE COLOURED DIGITAL PEICES ARENT MINE, THEY ARE OFFICIAL ART FROM THE GAME

(so you can tell whos who, and for those unfamiliar with rainworld)

I drew the main three rainworld characters from the base game and gave them environmental adaptations according to their play style for sillies :3

SURVIVOR:

I gave survivor a more average slugcat body type as it serves as the “normal mode” of sorts in the base game. The back legs are spring like and adapted for jumping and quick manoeuvres. They have a streamlined head shape to allow for this movement, but their dew claws are also adapted into a hook like shape to improve grip on poles and ledges. They have a balljoint in the front legs to improve with this as it gives a fuller range of motion. They also have more omnivorous teeth, with molars, carnassials and incisors! They are fitted with big ears for good hearing, whiskers to measure spaces, and reflective eyes to improve with vision in the dark due to many areas being underground. Ontop of this they have a strong prehensile tail to allow for easier escape from predators.

some little things I added for sillies are the claw marks on the back and neck along with a bite mark where they would have gotten away from a lizard :3

MONK:

Monk has similar base adaptations like the other slugcats such as the spring legs and good vision :3 But their nose is incredibly pointy, forcing the teeth into a more rodent like shape which aided in consumption of fruit but not excluding meats. They are also more streamlined than survivor, smaller and with shorter legs; their ball joints in the lower arms are stiffened for strength and their dew claw is similar to that of a cat’s. These factors are all to help improve running speed, and allows for monk to escape into smaller areas more effectively, they are less able to pick and choose fights like survivor but they aren’t incapable of killing.

My version of monk doesn’t have any visible scars to push the fact that they are adapted to opt for escaping rather than fighting :D

HUNTER:

I ran out of red ink on the red slugcat, typical, hehe :3 Hunter has adapted for physical strength to improve success when, well, hunting! I had to take note that hunter does fight with spears rather than claws and teeth, so I noted that they wouldn’t be too drastic from the other slug cats, but still a lot stronger. So i gave them a more robust jaw for improved biteforce because fuck that apparently, as well as very ancient canines like that of thyacoleo to emphasise a meat based diet. Furthermore the dew claw is adapted into more of a proto-thumb than the others to aid in object handling, such as spears and debris. I say proto-thumb as it isn’t a fully formed opposable thumb, but more acts as something for the object being throw to lie on, improving accuracy and damage! The tail isn’t as prehensile as hunter’s body doesn’t need to rely on climbing to escape due to improved offensive adaptations. They don’t have whiskers due to their larger size, but have an improved sense of smell to track prey more effectively as they are a solitary predator.

My hunter has the infection around their back area like usual, but also has scars under their chin and the tip of the tail has been bit off from a vulture attack, where as the eye scar i believe came from a scavenger attack in cannon? But i could be wrong. I chose a vulture as they are the apex predator in most regions, and would make more sense them giving hunter the extra scars rather that a more secondary based predator such as lizards (like with survivor). The ears have also been affected, but thats up to you whether you think it’s infection or scaring, I can’t decide :3

Hope you guys like my headcannons, i love making adaptations for things its fun :3 reminds me a little of all tomorrows (but obviously nowhere near that scale lmao)

#rain world #rainworld #slugcats #rain world art #Rainworld fan #rainworld fanart #rainworld designs #Rainworld hunter #rainworld suvivor #Rainworld monk

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slashthrashandcrash · 9 months ago

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What are some of your personal headcannons for Ghostface in DbD?

ooohhh...

He doesn't know any of the survivors' names. At all. Regardless of how many weeks/months/years he's ran trials with them. Or he may be familiar with some of them but wouldn't be able to match a face to it. Why should he care what they're called by when they're just gonna be on the receiving end of a blade? It's not like there's really been an opportunity for a meet n greet thus far with them.

Conversely, he does at least know the moniker of all the killers, but there's only a handful that he remembers the true names of (i.e. Amanda, Frank, etc). Y'know, the few that he would actually hang around with outside of trials.

Aside from Frank, he calls the other members of Legions various nicknames. But not as actual terms of endearment, just because he can never remember who's who lmao.

This is a general headcanon of mine but I like to imagine since Susie is one of the youngest (15/16) killers that she's automatically everyone's favorite annoying little sister. This extends to Ghostface, who has no problem admitting that she's his favorite out of all the Legion brats (especially in front of said Legion brats).

He doesn't know fuckall about the art of photography. Lighting composition, lens or angles -- don't know her. Goes off purely by vibes. It just so happens he also has a natural talent and artistic eye, so he never needed to learn the foundations to make his photos look good. Like being able to play an instrument but not be able to read sheet music.

He likes feisty girls, the ones that will kick and spit and fight back. He doesn't care for the soft ones that cry and beg for their life and are just overall pathetic in the face of death, where's the fun in that? The bark and the bite are what makes it all the more sweeter to subdue them with a knife in the stomach after they had almost escaped his grip.

His little floaty ribbons act as dog tails whether he realizes it or not, betraying any strong emotion that would have otherwise been hidden under his mask and unflinching stance. They'll stiffen straight if he's surprised, flick lowly at the ends when he's angry, wag when he's excited--

Before the fog, when he was still Jed Olsen and however many previous fake identities prior, he used to wear makeup to hide the collection of scars on his face courtesy of former victims. He's plenty familiar with color matching and foundation/concealer setting, he could do a natural full face with no problem.

Due to moving across states so many times and having to create new identities with it, he's also changed his accent to reflect whatever location he's at to better blend in at the locals. By now, since he doesn't have to mask that any more, he talks with the worst mashup of regional dialects you've ever heard. You can only pick up his natural southern twang when he's speaking with some kind of intense emotion (anger, excitement, etc.)

#ask #anon #i think about this man so much...

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batxcastlesociety · 2 months ago

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i had a reeeaaallyyy fucking weird dream last night so i want to get it out

cw: death, shootings, mr. beast(?)

i wish i could say i forgot most of the details but i didn't. it was all so real, i actually felt like i was going to die lmaooo

so basically, it was night time, and i was juste belmont. stay with me here.

it was night time, in some city. just a generic summer night (oh yeah, the plants were all green and a bit damp, as if it had finished raining earlier) in a generic city.

there was some sort of gathering? i don't think i was even told what type of gathering it was, but i'm guessing it was some party. but anyway mr. beast showed up. a MANIC mr. beast showed up. he had this terrible grin on his face and he started fucking shooting everybody. i didn't bother to look at the bodies, i just started to run. before i ran fully out of the clearing, there were fireworks. i'm not even fucking joking, people were launching fireworks at others and at the ground. it was like they were possessed with the homicidal mr. beast spirit or some shit.

anyway i dodged a firework, ran all over the block to the police station, and talked to a female officer. the problem got sorted out and i remember being absolutely horrified. anyway it was a bit foggy after that but then, it was morning, maybe mid-noon. i was in a completely different area (still in the city though) and i was standing in front of this area.

i don't know how to put this simpler, but basically it was a road circling a parking lot with a few hedges, and then there was this white staircase platform. sort of like those sight-seeing platforms with the goggles, but there were no goggles. anyway that was to my side, and there were houses on one end and houses on the other.

anyway lydie erlanger was on the platform EXCEPT her name was lilith instead for some reason?? anyway, considering i was juste and lilith was standing in front of me, i was ecstatic that she was okay. i ran up to her and we hugged and i kissed her forehead and felt really happy! so that was cool. it was kind of weird because i felt like i knew lilith for years. as if i WAS juste lmao

also her parents showed up. they were like a generic old rich people couple. think a weird mix between pacifica northwest and amity blight's parents, except lilith's parents were nice to people.

anyway, after that i heard something about how we were the only survivors from the attack. so yeah :/

not sure how to end this. beware mr. beast?

#the great mr. beast massacre of 2024 #<- the name i'm giving my dream #mr beast #juste belmont #lydie erlanger #no seriously it was a WEIRD dream

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one-piece-aus · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 1

Uta

Lmao so we're starting off with Uta this year because I noticed October 1st is her birthday, and what better way to celebrate than to give her the first Whumpday hororororororo TW: Mention of destruction, abandonment, guilt of unconscious criminal actions, and Uta considering herself a monster

For as long as she could remember Shanks and his crew had been there for her.

Until that fateful day, the music island had been destroyed.

With the pirates being the only survivors, they fled the scene with her before the Marines arrived. Uta slept in Shanks' arms, unaware of what they were discussing.

"What do we do?" Roux asked pushing the plate of food away from him. "If the Marines found out she was the one behind this..."

The members worriedly glanced at Uta who clung onto Shanks' arm. Heavy silence only fueled the anxiety clawing in their minds.

"She might have a higher bounty than the Devil of Ohara." Hongo set the stack of bounties he had been looking through on the table.

"It's not right for kids to have bounties," Yasopp said, his arms folded and staring at the ground.

"She would've gotten a bounty eventually," Limejuice reminded the group. "We're pirates, and marines don't discriminate who to make an outlaw."

"Well, we didn't expect it this soon."

"It'll be dangerous if she stays with us."

"We can't just drop her off and leave her behind."

The last statement ceased the others from conversing further. Shanks, who had been quietly looking at his daughter, at last spoke up, "Let's head to Dawn Island."

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Luffy waved goodbye to the pirates, shouting he'll meet them again someday with his own crew, when a thought wormed it's way into his mind. He dropped his arms and scratched his head in search of his memory. Did he say bye to Uta? She didn't talk to him as the crew was packing up to leave, which was weird. Uta would've been right by Shanks, teasing him before Red Hair gave the strawhat to the boy. Maybe she was already on the ship sleeping, her devil fruit did take up a lot of her energy. Luffy shrugged it off and walked back to Makino's bar.

"Makino, can I have some juice?" Luffy requested as he climbed onto a stool in front of the bar.

"Of course, Luffy." She smiled and got out a glass.

Luffy happily waited, kicking his legs back and forth, when he heard a girlish yawn behind him. He spun around, eyes going wide. "Uta?! What are you doing here!?"

"Hmm?" Uta shot him a confused look as she rubbed her eyes. "Why wouldn't I come here? I'm hungry, I want breakfast."

"Luffy-" Makino tried to explain the situation but Luffy opened his mouth first.

"BUT SHANKS LEFT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH THEM!"

"He wHAT?!" Uta snapped awake not processing what he just said.

"Shanks and his crew left earlier this morning, why aren't you with them?"

Uta's face contorted to one of horror and she dashed out of the bar, unable to hear Makino calling out to her. Her little legs carried her to the docks, she glanced around in devastation at the empty port.

They left her.

They actually left her.

She thought the conversation she overheard was a bad dream. They wouldn't abandon her, right? They loved her, she loved them. So why? Why did they leave her here?

Just as the question appeared in her mind, a brief memory from Elegia's destruction popped up and for now her questions stopped. She bawled her fist as rain fell onto the ground in front of her. Luffy ran up to the docks, Uta wiped away the rain before turning to the boy wearing her dad's strawhat.

"Did-" she paused to get a hold of her emotions. "Did he say if he was coming back?"

"No, he said they won't be returning," Luffy bluntly said but quickly scrambled to fix it. "But- uh- I'm sure they'll come back for you. I mean- we can get Makino to call them and have them pick you up-"

"Don't bother." Uta brushed past him. "He's not going to come back."

Just like her world shattered. Her family, that she could fall back on, disappeared. All that remained were gaps that needed to be filled with answers explaining why they would leave her, and she had a vague idea of what they were.

As the gaps filled with her thoughts of the music island's destruction, a seed planted itself in the back of her mind.

'Monster.'

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xxresi-rotxx · 2 years ago

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Hy can I ask you a Leon x Ash fic. Fluffy. smuth and maybe some love or obsession.

Thanks. I have no rush... Only if you want and can't.

Joy

Kisses

Hello hello!! Of course you can!😘

I’m gonna say this is fluff☁️& angst⛈

(I’m going to kind of chop up bits & pieces of Re4 to fit this story better so if you’re thinking “that’s not how it happened, you’re probably right lmao)

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Leon had been trailing Ashley for a little over ten minutes, completely unbeknownst to her.

‘Where is she going?’ The agent thought to himself.

Overall his mission had been going relatively good. His sole purpose was to save the President’s daughter; his top priority being her & her alone. He was keeping her safe. Which all things considered wasn’t very easy to do in this hellscape, so why would she try and lose him?

All of the sudden Ashley stopped walking, now was his chance. If he approached her too quickly she’d run, but if he snuck up behind her she’d probably scream and alert every other creature around of their location.

Leon slowly got behind Ashley, and in one quick motion put his hand over her mouth and his other arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t panic, it’s me.” He whispered against her ear.

Ashley turned her head slightly and visibly relaxed when she saw Leon.

“You do know I’m trying to help you right? Where is it you’re planning to go?” The agent questioned.

He let go of Ashley and went to stand in front of her now; being certain he wouldn’t let her get away this time.

“I know you got infected.”

“And? I promise you that won’t affect your safet-”

“My safety? Do you not get it Leon?! You’re infected! Who knows what that thing will do to you; how long you have until it does? I’ve gotten us no closer to getting out of here than when you first found me.”

The gears in Leon’s head started turning. Was this why she ran away? She feels guilty. Leon let his body relax a little; knowing this, he didn’t think she’d run away again.

“Ashley-”

“No Leon, call of your mission. You need to get help before whatever that is takes over.”

She was staring him down now, arms crossed over her chest. The President could have warned him about how stubborn she was.

For a split second, she reminded him of himself. The amount of survivors guilt he felt after raccoon city was overwhelming. He’d have to try a different approach to get her to come with him. Survivors guilt wasn’t easily talked away. He’d make a mental note to talk to her about it later.

“Don’t bother Leon, take out your little phone and call off your mission.”

Leon took a slow step closer to Ashley.

“Do you really think I’m going to do that?”

Another step.

“Did you really think you’d get away from me? I’ve been behind you the whole time and will be if you try it again. I’m not returning to your father empty handed Ashley.”

Another step, this one resulting in Ashley backing herself up against a tree.

“Besides,” Leon caged Ashley in, placing both of his hands against the tree “wouldn’t you rather spend time with me now? I’m sure I won’t be as nice of a person once this infection takes over.”

“Scare tactics won’t work on me Leon, believe it or not you’re probably the least scary thing here.” She said looking up at him.

Leon held her eye contact for another minute before backing off the tree.

“I know what you’re feeling Ashley, trust me I do. And as much as I’d like to help you, right here right now really isn’t the place.”

Ashley glanced around at the dark patch of forest they were in; anything could be around them.

“I’m not the only one here who got infected, wouldn’t it be smarter for us to stick together?”

Leon could tell he was starting to get through to her, he silence was an indication of that.

“Trust me?” Leon held his hand out for her, waiting for her to take it.

“Completely.” Ashley responded, grabbing onto Leon’s hand.

“Good.” The agent responded. His grip on her hand tightening, hers doing the same. “Stay with me this time, we’ll have a lot to talk about once we make it out.”

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digitalfootprinthider · 11 months ago

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Best friends, right?

Levi Ackerman x reader (not really that romantic but the intent was there lmao)

+ no pronouns for reader

after fighting side by side with Levi for so long you finally develop a small connection

i literally never wrote anything before thisss nfhjsckladc I more than appreciate if you read this and give me your thoughts :) and sorry for spelling errors- English is not my first language

An expedition always came with massive losses. This one was no exception, but personal deaths were always horrifying. I was, along with every squad captain no stranger to those ether. Seeing someone losing their entire team is horrible. The survivors guilt, the what ifs and the spiraling.

But as a captain i know its our responsibility to be strong and caring towards our squad- or what’s remained of them. they all died. I want to convince myself that they died fast and didn’t feel that much pain, or they died for a good course, but right now they all feel like lies. Telling their families is always the hardest thing i have to do.

‘Stop. You can do this hysteria later,’ I mumble to myself as i force my head away from my dead cadet and slap myself to take control of it again. We’re still in the middle of this mission, and a few dead friends should never stop me from completing my task.

we are in the outer space of wall Maria trying to manage the make best of the situation, if that's even possible right now. titans-or a human, the hole doesn't look like a titan has done it- crushed the walls so now the other ones are getting in. The view is disturbing to say the least. Dead all around, the ones there is no way saving are screaming with all that's left in them and who knows how many are still in there- I have to remind myself again to shut these out, i can worry about it later, for now there is only one thing to do-

kill as many of these assholes as possible. I jump from the rooftop into the endless titans, leaving my cadet’s body. I slash a titans nape with one fast blow and move onto my next victim. I see a cadet struggling to deal with an abnormal so i join in. At least i can save them.

‘Where is the rest of your team? You shouldn't be alone.’ I ask her after swiftly handling the situation. In the back of my mind I'm hoping that the answer wouldn’t be death, just in case i put on a poker face.

‘umm thanks for the help’ She said visibly distressed. Judging by that reaction it was her first expedition, poor girl getting her first real experience with this is not gonna do her much good. I try to give her a reassuring look but that's not my forte.

‘I just saw them over there’ she points with her head but its shaking so much its hard to get anything out of it. ’Ill go join them. Again thanks for the help.’ She swings away. I do the same.

after that, my body is on auto mode. Swing, neck, swing legs, wing neck, repeat. There was no strength left in me and i just wanted to stop for a minute but if i would i knew couldn't get up again. So much of that color code Hange made was in the air one can hardly see through it but it’s not stopping anyone. We all know how much is depending on us clearing out the space while the other can flee.

Suddenly i hear a loud noise. I finish with my current victim and go up to the walls to inspect. It was the signal that meant the fight was over. I desperately wanted to find the my te-it will take some time to really realize they are no more. My knees buckle but i keep myself standing. If don't sit down soon my body will collapse.

Next to the wall was a quickly build station we did on all expeditions. I just sat down on a bench in front of one of the main huts next to a cadet with their face in their hands. As i look around i see people eather crying, hugging each other and barley moving a muscle from still being in shock. The adrenalin was wearing off and they just realizing the losses, the same happening to me.

Some liquid is dripping down into my eyes from my head. Its weird because Titan blood should’ve went away by now, and i didn't have any head injuries. That is when it hit me. It was their blood. my squad is dead. Again. Every close friend i have- had, is getting ripped to shreds in the walls while i sit on a little bench. I take a closer look at the man next to me and realize its captain Ackerman. We probably look the same now: bruised, uniforms tainted by blood that's not ours, and ripped in a few places and hints of dirt and colors from the flares.

We literally never talked, but became cadets then captain around the same. For a few years we even shared a squad. We were in the same room most of our carrier. We are both closed off so we never got deeper than talking during meetings. I must’ve been staring at him for a while, because he looks up from his hands into my eyes waiting me to say something. When we lock eyes it hits me. From our year of cadets we were the last ones standing. From our old squad everyone died long ago. His family, that nice girl and boy i cant even remember the name of are dead. So is my old best friend whom we joined to the corps together. Its seems a different world remembering back to it, with one constant.

Ackerman. He was always there. everyone else coudn't live up to the standards of this life but we did. he did, he was always there with me and i cant even recall the names of his dead family. I don't think we even called each other by our first names yet, but it feels like a decade since we first started as cadets.

Seeing my face deep in thought and bloody he stated that i wont be talking anytime soon, so he went back to his hands, but a spoke up in the last second.

‘I guess you’re my best friend now.’ He quickly looked back to me and than around for whom I was speaking to, but when he realized it was him he looked at me weirdly, like I had three heads. ‘By default. Sometimes i forget we even know each other but now your the one i know the most about, and that's not really a compliment.’We both frowned ‘That came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound bitchy.’

For a few seconds we just stared at each other blankly but i think he realized what i was saying and I saw two thing in his eyes. Pity, not for me but for my cadets. I liked that. And recognition.

‘You’re YN.’ His voice was weak. He probably lost most of his voice giving orders for his team. I don't have to worry about that for a while. ‘If its any consolation i saw two of your squad going down. It was not your fault. You fought well.’ He tilted his head up towards the still dirty sky, resting his head on the tent behind him and took a deep breath. Even looking like a corpse he was still beautiful. As that thought came up my mind my brows knitted- Its an objective observation, not a love confession. Not like i know more than two things about this man anyways.

‘As for the friend part, my pool of best friends candidates just got significantly smaller so you’re in luck.’ He looked into my eyes, but still kept his head upwards. ’If you’re interested you could join in to missions while you short things out. I’ll keep you busy.’ With that he closed his eyes once again. I considered the conversation over. I mimicked his movement and tried to tidy up my mind and maybe even rest a little.

I hope at least it was a fun read ")

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot #attack on titan x reader

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