#Angel face x reader

[222hopelessromantic444]

My angel pt.2

Tw: not much blood anymore, still some angst but a happy end dw

"Wait y/n-" now realising what he had said, he stumbled his way after you, "You know I love you right? I love you more than anything- you can't leave me- what am I supposed to do without you?"

"I don't know- maybe get a life or something? Look at you- Jared you look awful. You are breaking my heart every single time you leave this fucking apartment. I can't trust you anymore." your once loud and angry voice getting more and more silent towards the end.

The room went silent for quite some time, the air being as thick as ever and the soft familiar tune of the radio from across the room could be heard again. With wobbly stepps Jared carefully made his way to you, giving you time to stop him in his tracks. Now, only centimeters between you two, his hand made it's way to your cheek.

"I'm sorry. I mean it." now even tears leaving his eyes. "I know I've been distant lately and I know I left you alone a lot. But I still love you okay? You are the best thing that ever happened to my life and I'm a fool for treating you the way I did. If I could take all your pain go away I would. I would do anything for you. Even if it meant leaving you for the better. But I'm beginning you to give me another chance. If I fuck it up this time you'll never have to see me again but please, please let me try to do better. Because if I had to live a life without you, I don't know if it would be worth living at all. You are my everything. My angel, my world, the reason I should get up in the morning. Please, y/n I'm begging you."

Word for word, all the anger that you kept inside, all the worries and the empty feelings that keep you up at night left your body. It felt like a heavy weight being lifted off of your mind and thrown out of the kitchen window. "You won't leave?" your voice now weak and raspy from all the yelling and almost a little bit naive.

"Never again. I'll get better I promise." a soft smile made it's way to his bruised lips, making him flinch a little bit at the sudden movement, which only left him to smile even more. You couldn't hold back a quiet giggle.

You really loved him. You loved his stupid jokes, his unnaturally blonde hair, his voice when he sang you to sleep whenever you had a nightmare, his goofy smile whenever he watched you do the most normal things. To him you were perfect. Just the fact that you choose him, a school drop out with no future, made him want to change for the better.

To change for you.

"I still hate you, silly." a sheepishly smile now even creeping onto your lips, "Sometimes you're really unbelievable." you added, your hands now resting on his shoulders, while he lowered his to your waist.

"I know- I know. But I'll do better. I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever seen, just wait- tomorrow I'm making you breakfast in bed and we will spend the whole day together watching TV and talking about how awful it must be to be a professional broom advertiser like that one guy on channel 5." his eyes glowing at the thought of spending time with you.

"Sure of course." you laugh at his comment, gently pulling him onto the couch. "But get well first okay? I'll get you some ice and if you don't fell better tomorrow I will call an ambulance- even if it's against your will, honey. Now sleep well 'angel face'."

"What have I done to deserve you. I love you. Sleep well darling." he said before calmly leaning in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

[angel-cryptid]

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 ◟ ͜ ◞◜ ͡ ◝⭑.⭒๋࣭ ⭒

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿, trembling. he looks down, scared and trying to hide his face. you gently take his hands out of his face, and your eyes find each other. On the verge of crying, he searches for any kind of disgust or dislike on your expression yet he only finds.. adoration. the same adoration you always have for everything. but now it's different, there's a special joy at the sight of his disfigured face.

"a-aren't you scared..?" he mutters, his insecurities still present.

"scared?" You chuckle softly and caresses his cheeks gently, feeling his scarred skin. it's been a while since he felt someone's loving touch. "Why would I be scared of my Sal? My sweet, beautiful Sal?"

his heart skips a bit and buries his face on your palm, looking for your warmth. He decides to trust, just like you. He can see it's true. He can see the sparks in your eyes as you look at him, with or without his prosthetic. no matter what, he is your Sal, that's what makes him beautiful for you. it makes him feel beautiful. he looks into your eyes again as he promises to himself he'll always make you feel the same way.

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ♡

[iwmflbb]

I can fix him

...Or be the 4th ex wife

[greenandsorrow]

I'm really curious about how you think Alastor would handle a deaf sinner (revenge plot gone horribly wrong). The reader is staying at the hotel.. actually, it'll probably be challenging for everyone! Reader (f/gn) can read lips fairly well, but when Alastor does the whole "face made for radio," shtick his mouth doesn't move.. can't be threatened if you dont know what's said. It looks weird, though! Reader uses a phone to communicate mostly due to convenience, doesn't use signs because deafness comes as a bonus with death, also carries a pen but rarely paper so ends up writing notes on arms. Habits that linger from life are low self esteem covered masterfully with sass and sarcasm, humming and singing to themselves, remembering perfect pitches and how they felt to sing, can also match pitch by matching a vibration and drumming or tapping hands when needing to focus or is anxious.

Platonic relationships all round, not looking for romance here, just a place to belong for a bit, familial/sibling ribbing and sass!

I'm sorry in advance if it is a lot, but you do ask for details!

"This face was made for radio."

The Hazbins with a deaf!sinner!reader

You'll never forget the day you landed in Pentagram City. The world around you on mute... It will always stay carved in your memory... the way you had screamed until your throat ached and then had come to the conclusion that even though your voice worked fine, your ability to hear hadn't come with you to the afterlife.

Your sass did save you on multiple occasions that your lack of hearing left you with double the insecurity you carried from your days on Earth. The good news is that, eventually, you learnt to read lips and use your phone to communicate, making your afterlife a bit safer and easier.

However, some -Charlie- would say that your biggest achievement is willingly asking for residence at the "Happy Hotel"! It was a welcoming change to the constant battle of survival, that the streets of the City of the Damned are.

You have your own room and belongings. You have access to food and even made... friends. With your little notepad and pen you scribble your thoughts and answers when interacting with them. In all honesty, you like your new neighbours more than you ever thought you would.

And the feeling is mutual amongst y'all.

You enjoy how Charlie is always putting on a show and how she sings more than she talks. Not only that, but she makes sure to let you know how impressive it is that you can match the rhythm of her songs, by tapping your fingernails on your notepad.

Vaggie makes an effort so you're always safe and that was before you even got close. She's a bit overprotective in your opinion, but then again... kindness in Hell is scarce and more than appreciated.

Seriously though, you're not handicapped, but it's no use explaining it to her.

Even the famous Angel Dust speaks slower when addressing you. Just like Vaggie, he's protective of you. It's rare for Angel to try to not make a fellow sinner uncomfortable.

In a way, the spider demon has adopted you and Niffty, concerning himself with your wellbeing. You want something but don't have your pen on you? He's willing to play pantomime just to make sure he can provide it to you.

And then there's Husk. The bartender is surprisingly gentle when it comes to you. Caution mixed with fondness. He doesn't mind that you speak too loudly in the rare occasions you use your voice. He doesn't mind having to wait for you to write down your jokes. He actually enjoys your company more than he lets on.

Just a detail, you became part of the crew around the same time Sir Pentious did. Consequently, in the beginning you two kind of stuck together, both seen as newbies.

You're so grateful for how he still washes your arms from the ink of your trusty pen.

To put it into a few words, all families are colorful and yours is no exception. Dysfunctions, disagreements and some sappiness are all part of your every day life. But the Hazbin Hotel has become your home and that's all that matters.

Noticed how I overlooked a very special sinner??

Yep. That's right. Alastor.

The radio demon didn't pay you much attention when you first moved in. You have come to the conclusion that your lack of hearing just underwhelmed him.

He's the radio demon. Sound is his weapon and you're immune to it.

Obviously, his animated personality didn't go unnoticed to your observant eyes. Still, the old radio effect of his voice, the static he produces and all those flamboyant aspects of him are thrown out of the window when it comes to you.

He can't intimidate you. Not that he's tried. Not yet.

You have kept to yourself and maybe even subconsciously avoided him during your settlement in the hotel. It's not out of fear. But what fun is a fellow sinner that speaks more than he moves his mouth? Thank Lucifer he's expressive, otherwise he'd be muter to you than you're to yourself.

And that permanent grin doesn't help either. You've discreetly been relying on his shadow's expressions to make out what's going on in his antlered head.

Today is no different.

He's just stranding there. Black cane, an ignorant and simultaneously arrogant aura, the same infuriating smile and Pentious's egg-bois around him.

Meanwhile, you're sitting in the lounge, inspecting a very 2000's looking camera. It's a way to kill time, watching your surroundings through the lens. At some point the camera lands on Alastor's figure.

It immediately starts glitching.

You burrow your eyebrows in confusion. When you look again, Alastor isn't where he was a few seconds ago.

You sigh.

"What do you think you're doing there, dear?"

Silence. No reaction. You keep looking through the camera at the place Alastor occupied just a few moments ago.

Alastor narrows his eyes. He's standing almost next to you.

But of course you didn't hear him.

The intensified static in his voice... wasted.

He clears his throat loudly, but to no avail.

Eventually, he gives in and taps your shoulder. You blink, lowering the camera to your lap and looking up at him, head slightly tilted.

Taking in your expression, Alastor secretly enjoys the animated scrunch of your brows, a clear indication of confusion.

He's not saying anything, so you shrug to yourself and absentmindedly focus the camera on him once more.

Alastor's eyes narrow with a sadistic glee as the camera suddenly breaks, fume coming out of it, the lens now cracked. You drop it, a bit startled but not on the degree he was hoping.

You don't bother standing up but you do glare at him in exasperation.

"Well, well... Aren't you a brave one?"

Finally! Something you can make out coming from his razor sharp jaws.

You pop the lid off your pen, but before you have time to write "What's that supposed to mean?" on your arm, he has already dimmed the lights and leaned down so he's at eye level with you.

"Let me tell you something while we're at it."

His neck bends unnaturally and his eyes turn black. It's not exactly a sight to enjoy, but it doesn't matter since you're too focused on trying to read his lips.

"This face was made f......"

For?

For what?

What could it have been made for?

His mouth stopped pronouncing the words before the sentence was finished, so it's not your fault that you're chuckling now.

Alastor's chest literally deflates at your reaction.

His ears droop.

It wasn't even full on laughter but his pride took a big hit.

While he's frozen in shock at your lack of fear, you finally scribble down at the back of your hand "Was made for what?"

You extend your hand for him to read with an apologetic gaze. He does look kind of wounded.

Alastor takes in your words and accepts that you didn't laugh at him on purpose. Not to humiliate him at least.

Placing a gloved finger under your chin, he makes you look at his face before speaking slowly, moving his lips almost comically.

"This face was made for ra- di- o."

You let out an "oh" of realization.

Your eyes have a new light of interest in them as you write down your answer.

"I used to listen to that, when I was alive."

"Mhm, that's a pleasant piece of information my dear!"

From that day on, every time before he broadcasts, he makes sure to give you his notes to read, even making them more elaborate just for you.

For him, the only downside of your loss of hearing is not being able to enjoy his radio show.

At least you now get along.

Hazbin Hotel masterlist ❤️

Tips are highly appreciated! (PayPal)

Shout-out to @buggieluv79 for helping me with the deaf POV 💌 I also want to point out the fact that the wonderful being that made this request is both kind and patient, having waited three months for me to write this and supporting me in the process❣️

I'm open to writing for a deaf!reader again, whether you want it to be the same person we met in this fic or a different one. (Wait till reqs open again please!)

[mrsoharaa]

˖ ˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა 🔥 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚ ˖

The sound of Ace's contagious, enthusiastic laughter bellows uproariously deep into your heated ears. Your arms cross over your heaving chest as a growing pout struts across your torrid little scowl, legs dangling with each step Ace would take carrying you in his arms.

"Shut up Ace, it's not funny!" you grumble, excessive heat gathering more rapidly against your puffy cheeks, the after affect of the specific fruit Marco specifically told you to NOT consume, flourishing through your entire numb body. Ace just continues chortling noisily, amusingly, as feeble wavy strands of his pretty charcoal hair drafts across his freckled adorable face. You leisurely roll your eyes, tapping your fingers of what little movement you can conjure up, against your arms in annoyance.

"Aw come onnnn sweets, it's a little funny! and here I'd thought I'd be the idiot to eat the fruit!" Ace rambles with softer chuckles, his warm palms kneading gently against your anesthetized flesh. Surprisingly, soothing you and the affects of the tedious fruit. The comforting natural heat that resonated within Ace's bare chest also radiating a consoling graze of alleviation and endearment. Absentmindedly, lulling yourself closer into his firm, tender skin.

"...I hate you" you'd simply mumble, eyes darting away to meet with passing green of fully sprouted plants and bushes, the sound of distant animals and rushing water streams making the situation that much more easing and tolerable. Tranquil, even.

A gentle, toned chuckle wafts off from Ace's lips, his palms holding you that much more closer towards him, as he leaps carefully over a upcoming log in the midst of the open trail.

"You love me and you know it, without me life would be dull and stale for you, besides—" Ace kneels down from an approaching extended leaf branch, pushing it aside to ascend to a beautiful view of the current island you and the rest of the Whitebeard's crew were venturing on. The open vast space of the clashing ocean, the clear translucent view of the dazing sky and the ship that you now called your home, docked on to the nearest pier that nestled by a small town near by the shore. A gentle breeze caresses over the delicacy of your immobilized skin.

"You love going on adventures with me and you know it" he gazes down at you with one of his authentic, genuine goofy grins. Perfect, plush lips stretching into one of those heart melting smiles you could never resist.

You sigh in defeat, leaning your head against his warm chest "You're so lucky that I do love you...and your crazy adventures Ace" you hum softly, basking in the radiant heat coming off from his beautiful skin. He softly chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he begins to venture down the hill you both stood upon.

"...Marco is going to kill me, isn't he?"

"Mmm, I won't let him kill kill you...maybe you'll get lucky and just get a BIG earful from him though"

˖ ˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა 🔥 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚ ˖

[beesoreal]

weeping angel 💭 chapter 1: sal's dream

sal fisher x reader

the fog was thick. looking down, the blue-haired boy could barely make out each of his fingers, much less whatever lay before him.  he took a cautious step forward, feeling for possible drop-offs or something that could trip him. feeling nothing, he took another step forward. and another. and another. he isn't aware of how long he's been walking, but it feels like it's been forever. the cold and damp air leaves him with a constant feeling of discomfort, the silence only adding to the unsettling vibe. 

the boy takes a few more steps, but a sudden noise breaks the silence and makes him freeze. the sound of someone crying. confused and put off, he begins to look around in search of its source. with the fog being so thick, it was difficult for him to make out the direction the sound was coming from, so he decided to pick a direction randomly. his choice seemed to be working out, as the sound of the crying grew closer with every step he took.

it didn't take long before he came to a clearing in the fog, the ground below him was visible. as well as the source of the sobbing, a young girl. she lay before him, curled up into a ball and shivering violently as the sobs wracked her body. 

"hey uhm... are you okay..?" he asked, crouching down. 

a pale hand reached towards the girl hesitantly as an attempt to console her. his hand was just inches away when suddenly her head snapped towards him. a blinding light radiated from where her face should have been, and the boy was only able to make out one thing, her eyes. 

.

sal's eyes snapped open, revealing the tapestry he had hanging above his bed. covered in an uncomfortable layer of sweat, he pushed the grey comforter to the side and sat up.

"the fuck.." he mumbled, running a hand through his long blue mop of hair. he shook his head, groaning to himself. the first dream he's had in years, and he can't even begin to figure out what it means. turning to look at the small analog clock beside his bed, he sighs. 10:23. way too early for this shit. suddenly a knock sounds at the door to his room.

"sal? you awake?" sal's father, henry, calls from the hallway outside. the young boy responds with a grumbled 'yeah' and moves to open the door. Henry was standing in front of him, a tired grin on his face. 

"morning sunshine, i was just about to head off to get groceries. need anything?" he suggested, and sal shook his head groggily.

henry nods and closes the door softly. sal hears his footsteps retreading from his room, and the sound of the apartment's front door opening and closing moments later. after a few welcomed moments of standing and staring at the wall, the blue haired boy decided to actually do something productive. he waltzes over to his dresser, gazing at the various trinkets and things top of it. theres a couple figures from various shows hes watched placed around the top, a sketch on the left side, and on the right a wooden display case ash (known by other residents and kids at school by ashley) gave him.

inside the glass case are various colored and patterned glass eyes, some resembling realistic eyes, some have bizarre coloring. his personal favorite was one with a black sclera and a green iris, but he most often wore was almost identical to his left eye. 'less to explain' was his reasoning.

sal reaches for the prosthetic eye with a blue iris, using the other free hand to stretch open his lids. after placing the object in the socket, he blinks a few times to set it into place. continuing on with getting ready, sal opens his top dresser drawer to pull out one of the many dark colored t-shirts. this one just happened to be one of his favorites  an iron maiden graphic tee. lazily slipping out of the shirt he was sleeping in, he throws it halfhazardly in the direction of his hamper. he throws on the iron maiden tee, and makes his way towards the second drawer.

pulling open the drawer open, he searches around the inside, looking for a specific pair of pants. after a few moments he finds what hes looking for and pulls out a pair of black denim baggy jeans. he slips out of his boxers, putting a new pair on from a basket of clean clothes, and steps into the cark colored pants. satisfied with the outfit, he moves to grab his phone, swiping his finger across the screen to check any possibly messages. theres a few, a text from his dad, some emails, but the one hes focused on is a text from his best friend, and step brother, larry.

lord lar

heyhey! sal come down to my place when yr awake lol

lord lar

got something cool to show you, i think youll like it ;)

sal scoffs at his best friend mysterious yet funny message. reading the message he types back a quick response.

sal

sure thing you nerd

turning his phone off and placing it in his back pocket, sal moves towards the door, opening it and heading into the livingroom. on the couch lay gizmo, his (very spoiled) old man cat. sal gives a few quick pats to the beloved animals butt before slipping on his shoes, and heading out of apartment 402.

[strawbby-shortcake]

✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]

❀ Marla ❀ You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.

She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.

"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.

You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.

"Sure," you replied.

You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.

"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.

"Over my dead body."

✭ Jack ✭

Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.

"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.

"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.

"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."

Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.

You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"

He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.

"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.

✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦ It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.

As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.

"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.

Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.

You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.

⍟ Angel Face ⍟

You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.

"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.

"It's just a silly picture I saved."

He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.

"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."

"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.

You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.

✴ Tyler Durden ✴

Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.

He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.

"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.

You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.

"What do you want?"

"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.

Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.

You sighed, "Whatever."

[END]

[alastor-simp]

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacting To A Sally Face Reader

❥Summary: There's a new addition coming to the Hazbin Hotel, only one thing is off about them, the strange mask

❥Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Sally Face, Masked Reader, Headcannons.

❥Notes: I love Sally Face and Sal, and I wanted to incorporate a character like him in Hazbin Hotel and everyones reaction to them. The reader will be gender neutral. Enjoy

Charlie Morningstar🌈

🌈The fact that you wore a mask didn't phase Charlie one bit, she was more ecstatic that there would be a new person staying at the hotel.

🌈She noticed your shy demeanor around others, and decided to try to help you to open up. It took some time, but you were able to form relationships with the people around you. It quickly came out that you were kind and generous, just like Charlie, just more on the quiet side. She really admired how even when someone was being downright awful to you, you would still offer to help then or give a word of advice if they were in trouble.

🌈She always questioned how you ended up in hell, since you didn't appear to be extremely evil or murderous, so she did ask you during one of her rehabilitation exercises what lead you to hell. Once she heard about the task you had to perform, killing your family, friends, and everyone you knew to avoid the spreading of the so-called "Darkness" had her crying profusely, pulling you into a tearful hug.

🌈She saw it through the eyes of your mask that your actions were justified, that you killed to prevent a much worse fate that could have taken your family and friends from you. If there was someone who could be redeemed, it was you.

🌈The first time she saw your face was accidental, as she was coming running down the hallway, thinking of a new idea for the hotel, before rounding the corner and bumping into you, causing your mask to fly off your face. Gasping in shock, Charlie starting apologizing left and right, observing you making sure you were alright. The sight of your true face didn't shock or bother Charlie one bit, she cared more about you being okay.

🌈When you started crying, Charlie started apologizing more and more, to which you told her to stop, since that wasn't what you were crying about, you were crying cause she hadn't looked away from you, even when seeing your scarred face. Charlie began to cry as well, pulling you into a hug, "I don't care about how you look Y/N. You are my friend, always will be!" The friendship between the both of you grew more after that incident, with you being more comfortable without your mask around Charlie.

Vaggie🎀

🎀A spear was directed right at your face/mask, the second Vaggie saw you enter inside the hotel. She was suspicious of anyone who came inside the hotel, and the mask on your face only made you even more suspicious. When she saw your eyes gazing at her through the mask, showing no signs of devious intentions, she quickly calmed down, lowering the spear with a quick apology.

🎀She was happy that the hotel was getting a new resident, seeing how happy Charlie was, she still was unsure about you, probably because of your mask and also you didn't know how you ended up in hell.

🎀The both of you didn't converse much, but Vaggie's eye always saw the little actions you did around the hotel. She noticed that you were very polite with conversing with others, even Alastor. It became very apparant how similar you were to her girlfriend, being a very good listener and always trying to help.

🎀The reveal of your past came as a big shock to her, as she learned you had committed murder and the victims were your close family and friends. But, it made her stomach twist uncomfortable learning that you killed not for pleasure or because you wanted to, it was because you wanted to save them from the atrocities of the evil that was corrupting everyone on that horrible day when you were alive.

🎀If Vaggie was still an executioner angel like she was in the past, she would have killed you without hesitation, regardless of what you did , but now that she was here in hell, and upon hearing that, she couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for you. It made her question a lot about other demons in hell, if they had to do something against their will, resulting in them going to hell, when they could have been sent to heaven.

🎀The time she saw your scarred face was when she came into your room, wanting to ask you about something. Her eyes had widen a bit at the sight, since it was the first time your mask was removed. The gasp she heard from you, brought her attention back as she saw you frantically covering your face with your hands, apologizing.

🎀"Woah! Hey hey its okay." Vaggie quickly appeared in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. She waited patiently, as she saw you slowly remove your hands, scarred face at full display. She observed the large scar that runs across your face that exposed your teeth, and that you were missing an eye, seeing the open socket. "Oh, its..um..I have a prosthetic eye......sorry you had to see this." Vaggie quickly shook her head, moving her hair away from her other eye revealing her large X. "Look we match." She said with a soft smile, which earned a laugh and smile from you.

🎀She had no problems with your scars, saying that they look badass. The both of you became more buddy-buddy after that, with the both of you talking more and helping out Charlie. She had offered to show you some fighting skills with her spears, as a way to protect yourself if you ever got attacked outside of the hotel or in the hotel, which you greatly appreciated.

Angel Dust🕷

🕷Angel, honestly didn't really care much when he first saw you with a mask adorned on your face. He figured as much that you were another schmuck, interested in being redeemed.

🕷You did have him curious with how you looked like, he thought you were probably drop dead gorgeous under that mask, hiding it away from everyone to avoid getting jumped. He had attemped to pry the mask off to get a selfie with you, which earned him a loud "NO!" and a hard push away from you. Damn, alright, no takey off maskey.

🕷He did apologize in his own weird way by having you hang out with him and letting you meet his adorable pet pig, Fat Nuggets. He could not stand how shy you were, like it made you stand out a lot, especially being in hell, he knew you would end up in the wrong hands, aka Valentino. He dragged you to clubs and stuff to try to loosen up a little and go with the flow, he even asked Cherri Bomb to hang out with you to help break that shy demeanor.

🕷️It took him a while to realize that you weren’t like a lot of the other demons her encounter. You had a kind heart and cared a lot for your friends. He was quick to comfort you when you had told everyone why you came to hell after murdering your family. He has been in hell for a while so he was use to all the stories and gossip of what this person did to get to hell and yadda yadda, but hearing your story felt like a knife to the heart

🕷️He was your emotional support friend after this, making sure you were okay and try to prevent things that would cause you to remember your past. You did the same to him in return after he had a rough day dealing with Valentino. You had introduced him to heavy metal music which was a good stress relief to scream out all the anger he had. It wasn't his vibe, but he appreciated it. He reminded you a lot like your step brother, just a bit more feminine then gothic.

🕷️The both of you were chilling in his room, listening to some music, when Angel brought up the topic about your mask, “Hey Y/N, so…uh…what’s the deal with that whole creepy mask shtick?” He noticed your body tensed up at that, not expecting him to ask that. Heaving a sigh, your hands began to unclasp the belts that were tied around your head, letting the mask fall to reveal yourself.

🕷️Angels felt his heart stopped at the reveal, scanning the amount of scars and missing parts on your face, wondering what the hell happened to you. Slowly inching closer, his hands had move to your cheeks, tracing them softly. “It’s a prosthetic mask, Angel. I…I was shot with a shotgun in the face when I was child…and um..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence when Angel wrapped his four arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “I gotcha Y/N…I gotcha.” Angel and you both hugged in silence, his hands rubbing your back while he peppered certain parts of your face with kisses, making you red.

Niffty🪡

🪡Being the curious one that she was, she whipped around you, checking you out and wondering about your mask. The billion questions she asked you regarding your mask, made you very uncomfortable, resulting in you avoiding her.

🪡It had escalated to her popping up on your shoulder, trying to remove your mask, which you did not like. After a direct scolding from both Charlie and Alastor, she had stopped with the mask antics. She was a kind demon the more you interacted with her, despite having some psychotic tendencies. Her way of apologizing for before was baking your favorite dish and making you a cockroach crown, which was kinda cute and disturbing at the same time.

🪡Upon entering your room to clean it, she noticed the big electric guitar that was lying on the bed. Grabbing it and bringing it you, she asked what it was and could you play it. You had played a couple notes which really peaked her interest, eye sparkling with excitement. You had offered to teach her how to play, but baby steps as you didn't want her to go to extreme and smash the guitar.

🪡Her impression of you changed dramatically when she discovered about the murders you had performed, her smile going wide and she was jumping up and down with excitement. She figured you were the same like Alastor, which is why she was so excited. She was a bit confused about the reason for why you killed, not understanding what "The Darkness" was, but she didn't comment on it.

🪡Coming into your room in the morning to bring you breakfast, she noticed you weren't there, but your mask was, laying by itself on the bed. Rushing over to grab it, she admired how it looked, while also cleaning it a bit, since she was a clean freak. She turned to see you walking out of the bathroom, and continued to stare at you. Once you realized that Niffty was there, you rushed over to grab you mask, struggling to put it back on. "O-oh! Niffty! I'm sorry, I'll put this back on. I'm sorry for scaring you."

🪡You didn't hear a reply back from her , but you felt the sensations of someone standing on your shoulder. The mask was quickly ripped off, with Niffty looking at you with a smile, eye shining. "Ohhh, You look cool, like a bad boy/girl!" Seeing how sweet she was gazing at you, you called down, patting her head with a smile on your face, “Thanks Niffty.”

Husk🍺

🍺Husk had a gift a reading people, but he had a difficult time when he met you. You gave off a weird feeling that he couldn’t pick up on, maybe it was cause of the mask on your face, or something else.

🍺He kept an eye on you though, to make sure you weren’t planning something, despite being dragged here by Alastor, he still wanted to help Charlie a bit, so he wanted to make sure no one was gonna mess it up. He quickly picked up that you were kind of a wallflower, you were just there, but he saw how considerate you were of others and how you were polite you were, which shocked him a bit, thinking he had drank to much.

🍺The both of you had a simple chat from time to time when we you were at the bar. The both of you bonded over music and games, despite yours being more electronic based and Husk having a preference for card games like Blackjack. Seeing how your eyes shined from the mask made him a bit happy, he even offered to teach you.

🍺He knew the actions that demons had performed to get a one way ticket to hell were atrocious or downright evil, but the time when he heard about what you did to get into hell, made him drop his beer. No one should have to do something like that, and the fact there was absolutely nothing you could do at all made it more fucked up. Husk didn’t know how to comfort you, so he decided to just wrap one of his wings around you, patting your head saying “Sorry kid.” He formed a closer bond with you after that, literally him and Angel acted like your paternal figures, checking up on you and chatting about random shit at the bar.

🍺After a eventful drinking contest one night, both you and Husk were passed out drunk on the bar table. Groggily walking up, Husk removed his head from the table and stretched, eyes scanning over to check on you. His eyes widen a bit, noticing that your mask had unclasped itself, showing your real face. He noticed the scarred tissue and the part where your teeth were exposed on your lip, “what the hell happened to you?” He thought, but he knew questioning you about it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

🍺He patted your head, which woke up up, eyes fluttering open slowly. As you sat up, head pounding from all the alcohol, you quickly realized that your mask had come off, causing you to let out a shriek, grabbing the mask quickly and trying to put it back on, “oh Husk…um…it’s…uh…did you….ummm…..how much did you…….” As you rambled on, Husk called your name, which alerted you enough to stop. “Hey kid. It’s okay. Calm down. Whenever you feel comfortable talking about it, I’m right here for ya.” He gave you a smile and rubbed your head, which you accepted, muttering a “thank you.”

Alastor🦌

🦌Al's eyes immediately were drawn to you the second you entered inside the hotel. Well well, who were you? The mask only intrigued him more, questioned going around his head wondering who this masked sinner was.

🦌He was always teasing you, poking your mask from time to time with his microphone, to even drawing a smile on it since he always says your never fully dress without one. You knew he meant well and was just being silly, but his habits involving your mask were getting annoying. He cooled it down after a talk from Charlie, but that wasn't gonna stop him from being closer to you, after all he found you mildly entertaining.

🦌He did admire how affectionate you were with others, including himself. Him being the radio demon, the most powerful overlord in hell, he expected you to fear him greatly, but you just carried on being near him, being kind and always read to have a nice chat.

🦌The both of you talked about music from time to time. You had force him to listen to the band you liked "Sanity's Fall" saying how good it was. Alastor still could not understand the appeal of metal music, but he admired your fondness for it, laughing a bit when you shook your head to the beat and loud screaming.

🦌Alastor still couldn't figure out how you ended up in hell, seeing as how you were so different from the other wayward sinners he had encountered. It took some prodding, but he eventually found out from you that you had committed murder and was nicknamed "The Sally Face Killer", His smile widen, realizing you had indulge in a little killing, reminding him of his youth. The feeling was short lived though when you further explained that the killings you performed were of your friends and family, due to the influence of an entity called the "Endless One" and a cult called the "Devourers of God." The smile on Al's face almost disappeared upon hearing that, powers surging and static increasing in the air, he wanted to find all of those cult members and that entity and broadcast their screams in hell.

🦌The day he saw your true face was when he was teaching you how to dance, honestly you had no idea how much stamina he had. The quick turns and sudden movements cause your mask to go flying, hitting Al's chest. Al stopped moving entirely and saw you crumple to the floor, hands covering your face, yelling "Don't Look!" Al was unsure of what to do, as he was not well tapered in the acts of comforting. Bending down, Al had placed his hands on your shoulder, trying to appease you, "There is no need to hide yourself from me! Come now! Show me your face!" His tone was kind, static missing from his voice. After a few minutes your hands had removed itself from your face, showing Al the face hidden behind the mask.

🦌His crimson eyes scanned over every feature on your face, observing the large scar that cut your lip and the missing cartilage from your nose. He was completely silent which mad you nervous, until he spoke, "Who did this to you?" Looking at his eyes, he was serious, demonic symbols surrounding him. Heaving a sigh, you told him the tale of what happened, how you were on a picnic with your family, and came upon a man wearing a dog mask. Being a child you had no idea what was happening, even when the shotgun was being drawn towards you. Next thing you knew your mother had jumped in to save you, resulting in her death, as the bullets pierced her stomach through her, and hitting you in the face, disfiguring you permanently.

🦌Alastor eyes had turned soft when you told him everything, hands that were placed on your shoulder, had wrapped around your back, pulling you into a awkward hug, since Al still wasn't use to actions like this. "I'm sorry for the misfortune that has fallen upon you. It is heart-wrenching that your mother met her tragic end, she did it to save your life. You are here alive now, because of her. As for your mask, there is no need to hide your scars, embrace them." Al couldn't see your face anymore, but he heard the little laugh coming from you as you pulled away from him, smiling at him for the first time.

🦌He and you had become more friendlier with one another after that, bringing you inside his radio tower during his broadcasts and even introducing you to Rosie, who immediately adored you. Unbeknownst to you, Al made it his mission to locate anyone who was apart of the cult, including the foul man who killed your mother. He couldn't wait to tear them apart limb from limb.

Sir Pentious🐍

🐍Well, Sir Pentious didn't know what to make of you when you first stepped into the hotel. He was been in hell for a long time, so he was use to seeing strange and uniquely shaped demons, but never has he encountered one wearing a mask.

🐍He did see how comfortable Charlie and Vaggie were when talking to you, so he decided to be a proper gentleman and introduce himself to you, "It issss a pleasssure to meet you. My name is Sssssir Pentioussssss." The both of you extended hands out and shook them, before removing them and going back to awkward silence, well it was a start at least

🐍His egg bois were just as curious as well, popping up whenever you were around and asking you a whole bunch of questions and giving you compliments saying your mask was cool, it was sweet, but the questions were overwhelming at times. Sir Pentious would always come and reprimand them, extending an apology out to you.

🐍He noticed you weren't very expressive, since the mask concealed his face, but he did recognized your eyes widening a bit in amazement whenever he was experimenting on a new gadget or weapon. You did tell him you were a nerd, which confused him since he wasn't use to terms like that, is being a nerd cool?

🐍The two of you bonded more and more the longer you stayed at the hotel, and Sir Pentious very much enjoyed your company since he still felt like the odd one out since he was on a mission to destroy the hotel and Alastor before, but you were odd too. You wanted to introduce him to video games since it was something you enjoyed playing when you were alive. It was funny seeing him attempt to learn the controls and how to mash buttons, but he quickly got the hang of it thanks to you.

🐍He was shedding tears when he heard about your past actions when you were alive, having been given the name "Sally Face Killer", and was forced to do horrific deeds resulting in the killings of your family and dear friends. His tail immediately coiled around you, offering his support in the group hug that was initiated by Charlie and the others.

🐍The day he saw you without your mask is when the egg bois had made you accidentally trip, causing you to fall, landing face first to the ground. Panicking, Sir Pentious waved his hands in the air in shock, before bending down to help pick you, "Are you quite alr-" Sir Pentious didn't even finish his sentence, when he saw you lift your head up, showing your real face with the shattered mask on the ground. Realizing that the mask was broken, your hands flung to your face, yelling out multiple apologies to him.

🐍You heard not a peep from Sir Pentious, but you felt a large tail wrap around you, pulling you closer towards him, giving you a reassuring coil hug, "I'm sssssorry" That was all he said, as he continued to hug you, which you responded back, by wrapping your arms around him. After the hug, Sir pentious brought you to his air ship where he would make you a different mask if you wanted, going on and on about adding defense mechanisms to it, which made you laugh.

Sinners:

@alastorsgoldie @91062854-ka , @delectableworm , @iiotic

@cookiekyo , @demoarah , @danveration , @beebsbea ,

@veethewriter , @forbidden-sunlight , @pinkcrystal44 , @luujjvi ,

@unholycheesesnack , @saturnhas82moons , @jyoongim ,

@aceofcards0-0 , @ghostdoodlen , @yourdoorisunlocked ,

@starshipcookie , @ainsliemac , @aria-tempest , @nobuharashinyao

, @sweet06tart , @blakedbeanss , @ihyperfixatedagain , @ktssstuff ,

@yakultt-art , @mooniee123 , @nightmarenaya , @darischerry ,

@sadnessiscoldtea , @alastorssimp , @imacollasaltitan ,

@dilucragnvindr-my-beloved , @batmanmonstarr , @felice-jaganshi ,

@justchillaine , @crazed-flower , @ohmylovewhereartthou-blog ,

@akiooshizuka , @lokis-imaginary-friend ,

@themysteriousslenderman , @huntlowfan , @futureittomainn ,

@christinaatyourservice92 , , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it ,

@angelinevalentine89 , @yunimimii , @staryosh1 ,

@mihawksdemoness , @crystalreads , @blahblahbruhmeow ,

@madam-strawberryrose , @inkslayer , @azazel-nyx , @lixanjewel ,

@artemisandhunters , @thereeallink , @ask-theradio-demon ,

@lousypotatoes @l4zyb0n35 , @midorichoco

@lillylovesalastorsm1 , @alastorthirsty , @yukiinee ,

@daydream-the-demon , @cosmiccoralz @aconstructofamind

@pumppkinlynn @erikaafernns , @silverpaw2 ,

@cosmiccandydreamer , @killer-nightmare0

[222hopelessromantic444]

My angel pt.1

Takes place in a parallel universe where angel face lives with his girlfriend y/n and gets home hurt after someone stabs him during a fight.

Tw: verry bloody, angsty, dramatic and inappropriate language.

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Not me falling for the most hated fight club character cuz I'm delulu- anyway imma call 'angel face' Jared because the names sounds low-key silly

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The rain was softly pouring against the kitchen window, every drop adding to the calm ambience of the October afternoon. Some slow music played from across the room while you prepared dinner for yourself.

Jared didn't came home for 3 days. Of course he was out a lot, occasionally coming home randomly at 5 am but he never didn't show up. He somehow always managed to drag himself back home in the middle of the night but today was different.

It didn't felt right.

Giving up on preparing food you didn't wanted to eat anyway, because of that awful feeling in your gut of something bad happening, you decided to go lay on the couch to flip through the TV channels of the TV in the living room. Sitting down on the empty sofa you turn the TV on, not even listen to the reporter talking about some kind of accident or the cook advertising for some product.

He was making you sick. Him not leaving your mind usually didn't bother you, but him being gone and still stuck in your head hurt. What if he won't come back? What if something happened to him? What if he found another woman?

Turning of the TV and throwing the remote control away with a loud bang, you just sit there, listening to your thoughts and full of worry. Even if he won't come back, what do you have to lose? You didn't depend on him- but still, the appartement felt empty without him by your side. The thought of him leaving you for another woman drove you crazy. The silence around you got louder and louder, the voice in your head never stopping bombarding you with worst case scenarios.

Until, everything stopped for a split second. No thoughts, no voices and no silence, just the lock of the front door being turned.

Aprubtly jumping up and running towards the foyer, following the sound of keys jingling, you harshly open the wooden front door. You couldn't believe what you saw. Your breath and your voice were stuck in your throat, your eyes gazing up and down your boyfriend Jared, who stood in front of you in only a pair of jeans and a leather jacket.

"What happened?" your voice breaking a little, "What the fuck happened Jared?" The right side of his face was covered in blood, his torso full of bruises and scars but worst of all, a knife stuck in his lower abdomen, making you flinch a little by just looking at it.

"It- it was an accident." he told you, giving you an apologising look. Not wasting any more time you pull him into the house, to the bathroom, not caring about shuting the door or even locking it.

Slightly panicking you sit him on a barstool next to the sink, before walking to the little cupboard where you both stored a first aid kit and other medicaments.

"It's not that bad I sear it was an accide-" he interrupted your search for some bandages. "Just shut the fuck up for a second or is that to much to ask for?" you yelled back, still almost violently searching. Finally, bandage in hand and the first aid kit in the other you rushed towards him mumbling curse words while soaking a cotton pad in disinfectant.

Without a warning you tried cleaning Jared's bruised face, earning a loud hiss of pain in return. "I'm gonna call an ambulance. You need to go to a hospital Jared." you noted whispering, looking down his torso at the knife stuck in his skin.

"You won't call an ambulance. It's really not that bad I just-" an other loud groan leaving his lips as he suddenly pulled the knife out of his body. "Have you lost your mind? What the fuck do you think you are doing? You need professional help for Christ's sake!" tears now ran down your face at the sight of your boyfriend beneath you, on the little barstool you and him had bought on his last birthday, since he told you having a barstool in the bathroom would add some kind of cool vibe to your boring appartement.

"I said I'm fine y/n." he caught.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Where is your god damn mind?" your throat sore from all the yelling, you quick grabbed the disinfectant and a bandage.

"I'll be back to normal in no time." he caught again.

"Normal in no time huh? Care to elaborate the meaning of your normal to me? Cuz leaving me alone for three days and coming back beaten up with a knife in your stomach is not fucking normal. Did you ever think of me for one single second? Do you even know how bad you hurt me?" removing his jacked hastily, you pressed a hand full of cottonpads against his wound, trying tho stop the bleeding.

"It was an accident okay? Don't be so dramatic it won't happen again. I swear." he slurred his words, closing his eyes hoping everything would go silent.

"Fuck you. Fuck you Jared. I won't even argue anymore. I'm done." avoiding his piercing blue eyes after stopping his wound from bleeding and stitching him up you made your way to the kitchen again, hoping to find some kind of ice or anything cold.

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Tumblr wouldn't let me post the whole fic at once cuz its apparently 'too long' duh- that's why there's a part two

[doodlenoodleboi]

WELCOME SMALL FANDOM ENJOYERS!

Gonna be writing for my less talked about anime and manga babes maybe even cartoons and other media think of this of a master list of sorts. I will have characters from well known media in here but l it will just be about those characters because we don't get much exclusive material about our boys and possibly girls, they them's as well won't be excluded.

Characters/Shows/ Games/ Media etc... like:

- Shino Aburame - Naruto

- Jack the Ripper - Black Clover

- Characters in General - Hajime no Ippo

- Decim - Death Parade

- Garry - Ib

- Micah Yujin - ERROR143

- Cove - Our Life

- Sal - Sally face

Don't be shy to make a request I do prefer that you don’t it anonymous so that I can tag you maybe even become friends!

I’m not saying that I will exclusively make content for that purpose, but I will make a lot of my content based off of that since I cannot find that type of content!

I’m almost willing to write for every fandom and every character. If I’ve not watched the show or consumed the media, I’ll try my best to do research on it! Or even watch the show or consume media. Who knows I just might find my new hyper fixation!

Updates: I ALSO WRITE FOR POC PEOPLE & I WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT AS ONE SO DON’T BE SHY.

English isn’t my first languages guys so there might be a lot of typos.

[crestapex]

As much as I love the AU/trope of Ghost being the demon and Y/N being the angel/the unsuspecting human who accidentally summoned him… respectfully, I think I like it ever more the other way around.

Just hear me out! I mean, Ghost’s literal job as a member of the SAS and Special Forces is to protect people, to protect his country, to take out terrorists/drug lords, etc. In other words, he’s a protector, and a guide and mentor as well—given how he walked Soap (the player) through the ‘Alone’ mission, and then some, that’s just one example.

Also, he may act all tough and sarcastic and shit, but genuinely, as seen, he’s a caring and loving individual deep down. He does things for the greater good, at least he tries to. Sure, he’s a little closed off and definitely has some barriers up, but like I said, he really is just a good man deep down. And I feel like you could coincide that with angels, who often times do what they see fit for the greater good or the best case scenario in the long run. As well as acting out on their duties to protect mankind and their individual humans that they promise to guard and care for when necessary.

So, I’d like to imagine an AU where he’s actually a guardian angel, an archangel, or just a higher class angel of some sort. I think he fits the bill for the most part, he’s a powerful soldier in itself. And angels, especially the archangels, are also seen as powerful beings as well. Besides, angels are often depicted as actually pretty frightening and intimidating to look at, also the same as Ghost.

All of that, and I’d kill to see more evil/bad guy Y/N for once, lol. Ancient demon Y/N who has a thousand year rivalry with archangel Ghost… Or Y/N who keeps questioning how exactly they’re still alive, like, you were hit by a car, what do you mean you’re perfectly fine? Why is the group of guys who tried mugging you running away all of a sudden with a terrified look on their face?… *Cough* Ghost. *Cough*

[murderofravens]

the things i would do for him to hold me down into the mattress and fuck the living shit out of me to release his stress and anger and frustration i need his big beefy arms holding my head down and using me like a gloryhole and calling me his stupid desperate slut and then i want to cup his pretty face and pepper kisses all over and tell him how much i love him

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[beesoreal]

weeping angel.. 💭 masterlist

sal fisher x reader

STORY SUMMARY.. a story in which Sal meets the girl of his dreams. literally.

[Y/N] is a troubled young girl who is a new habitant of the Addison Apartments. moving in with her uncle was expected, after all her mother was gone and her father wanted nothing to do with her. so as soon as she turned 18 she skidaddled away to Nockfell County. sal is a long time dweller of the old building. not a single day is the same as the one before, there always seeming to be some new adventure. one thing stays constistent though, he wakes up never remembering his dreams. until now.

STORY MASTERLIST..

chapter 1: sal's dream

chapter 2: moving in

more chapters coming soon 💓

[strawbby-shortcake]

★ COMFORT HEADCANONS (part 1)! ★ [with the fight club characters!]

: ̗̀➛ how they would treat you when you're sick

☁︎ TYLER DURDEN

Tyler would be there for you literally 24/7. You want something to eat? He'll get it for you. Tired? He'll make the bed nice and comfy for you to lay on. He's literally the definition of "acts of service."

He's not a germaphobe. There's no way. He digs into liposuction dumpsters, so a little sickness isn't going to freak him out. He'll be glued by your side and even let you sleep on him.

If you refuse his kisses because you don't want to get him sick, he'll just kiss your cheek or your forehead all the time.

He's the type to hold your hair or rub your back if you start throwing up. He won't look at you, tease you, or make jokes. Even though it's in his nature to be a bit of a jackass, he's super kind in those moments.

While he believes rest is important, he'll make you get out of bed and get some sunshine. It doesn't have to be for long, but you have to at least go outside for fresh air.

He most definitely told the Fight Club members/Space Monkeys to leave him the fuck alone while he was gone taking care of you.

☁︎ JACK (THE NARRATOR)

This poor baby doesn't really know what to do at first since he's never really taken care of someone before. He tries his best though! However, he'll panic if you start coughing a lot because he thinks you're dying.

Once he's got the hang of it, he's a really good caretaker! He'll offer you tissues, blankets, and any other essentials you need. He will also offer to sit with you and put on your favorite show or read to you.

Unlike Tyler, this guy is a bit of a germaphobe, but that's because his immune system is so weak since he doesn't get enough sleep. He won't really kiss you or hug you for long periods of time, but he won't ignore you either. Maybe you'll get a quick forehead or knuckle kiss.

He'll take time off from his job and Fight Club to be at home with you. You're more important to him than anything else.

He will cry if you throw up. And he'll probably gag and throw up too. Just saying.

If you find yourself unable to sleep comfortably, he'll eventually snuggle with you. A week later, you'll be the one taking care of him because he got sick.

☁︎ MARLA SINGER

Marla doesn't realize that you're sick until a few days later. You know her, she's a bit sporadic at times. When she eventually gets home and sees you pale and coughing, her mothering nature kicks in.

She makes sure you're fed, hydrated, and well rested. She won't leave you alone- not even for 10 minutes. If she has to run out to get something though, she makes you promise that you'll stay in bed.

Marla only cares about you getting better, so she ignores everyone else. She'll have like 15 missed calls, but she doesn't mind. They could wait.

Under her care and supervision, you get better within a week! Marla knows how to take care of people, so it's only natural that she knew how to take care of you.

She does ask for a pack of cigarettes as a "thanks." That's all she wants- oh, and Twizzlers.

She tells you to wear your sweater wherever you go so you don't catch a cold again.

☁︎ ROBERT "BOB" PAULSON

He always has cough drops in his pockets, so he'll offer some to you. There's a variety of flavors to choose from. (His personal favorite is vanilla honey.)

Bob is the type of person to carry you to and from bed, place cold/hot washcloths on your forehead, and attend to your every need.

He'll let you cry in his shirt if you feel extremely sick. He might cry too, but that's just Bob being Bob.

He makes the BEST chicken noodle soup, there's no doubt about it. You'll be having a bowl of it at least twice a day.

He might bring you to the support groups while you're sick so that you get to experience the meditation part of it.

Probably spoon feeds you too.

☁︎ ANGEL FACE

He writes you a "get well soon" card and leaves it on your nightstand.

An extreme germaphobe. He won't go anywhere near you.

Okay so maybe he goes to check on you ONCE...or twice...okay maybe he's really worried about you so now he won't stop checking on you.

Holds your hand and pouts because you're not well enough to give him attention.

Gives you strawberry-flavored cough medicine.

Gets "sick" after you recover because he wants to be taken care of.

[trashvampiree]

Marko is SUCH a dumpster diver but...not really...more of the type to rip through trash on someones front porch. Shredding through someones garbage and the porch light flips on, old guy inside yells "DAGNABBIT, LINDA, THE GADDAMN RACOONS ARE IN THE TRASH AGAIN!" and his wife is like "WELL GO GET THE BROOM, RON!" and they start fighting while Marko is skittering away with Ron's lost wedding ring (he hasn't told Linda yet but I bet you she's noticed.)