#Angeliceye x reader

[the-wild-ego]

Insecure HCs - Part One

Requested: Yes. @musingsofmessa asks Hi again, @the-wild-ego 🙂 May I request another Anti x Reader? I was wondering what Anti would tell his darling for her to feel better about her body image? I have a lot of stretch marks and a big chest, so it kinda makes me self-conscious. So, what do you think he'd say to help his darling feel better about herself? I apologize if I'm bombarding you with these. 😅 Anti's just my favorite boi.

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye//Reader, Chase/Reader, Henrik/Reader, Angeliceye/Reader

Pronouns: None 

Warnings: Insecure!reader, stretchmarks, thicker bodies, mental health, etc.  

A/N: I don’t mind a bombardment of requests, I just feel bad that it’s taken me so long to write about it... I hope it's okay that I turned them into HCs... If you would like me to add more for this fandom, let me know… Enjoy! 

Antisepticeye:

If he noticed you were feeling down, he’d crack jokes first.

“Come on, babe, you know I love your hungolomghnonoloughongous.” 

If you weren’t smiling and laughing by the end of his stupidity, he would place both hands on your shoulders and look at you with the sincerest look that he can muster. 

"Babe, did I cause this?"

He would always blame himself first, believing he wasn't giving you the attention that you deserved, or that he was away for too long.

"No, no, it's not that... it's just..." you would say, not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. It's just what you believed sometimes. Especially when new stretchmarks would appear.

As you trailed off, he would pull you into a hug, running his hands gently along your back. You wouldn't need to say anything else.

He would start by tugging off your shirt, kissing your stomach and shoulders as we went. Departing for a moment, to grabbing a shirt of his for you to wear.

"Here, for you." he would say, sliding the shirt over your head. He would kiss parts of your face as they appeared. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Lips. Chin.

He'd help you slide out of your pants and gently lead you to the bed.

He lays down first, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you there. Maybe playing with your hair or running his fingers over the stretchmarks that were visible to him. Anything to relax you.

His love isn't spoken, but he'll show you how much he cares for you through other means.

Chase:

Chase would start with kissing you the second you started talking bad about yourself.

"I just don't feel like I'm good eno-" Kiss.

"I'm too bi-" Kiss.

"My face looks fun-" Kiss.

You would frown at him, and he'd cup your face, pressing his thumbs against your downturned lips.

"What do you mean? You are my oceans, my lakes, my rivers, you are a long refreshing drink after 1 million years in a dry ass desert. You are the Sun that dries away my tears, the smell of flowers after it rains, the-" and then you'd smile and he'd smile back, eyes alight with mischief.

"What?" you'd ask in that oh-so-innocent voice that he loved so, so much.

He'd move his hands down to your waist before lifting you with the upmost ease. He loved how you squeaked and held onto him for dear life.

He would walk you to the bedroom, gently laying you down in the sheets. Then, he would unceremoniously drop down next to you, pulling you into him and pulling the blankets overtop both of your heads.

There he would hold, kiss, and just love you until you felt better. Reminding you between kisses and soft touches that you are enough, if not better for him.

Henrik:

Henrik has to work. A lot. So often times you are having to battle your insecurities on your own.

But after those hard days alone, Henrik can see it on your face, just how upset that you are.

Henrik won't say much, mainly because he understands those insecurities. He understands that you can't always fight them off and tell yourself that it'll be okay.

He'll leave you on the couch for just a moment, placing all of his belongings back into their respected positions.

Then he'll turn back to you, holding out his arms until you crawl into them, hiding away in the safety of your lover.

"I know, my dear." he'd whisper softly, squeezing you just enough to get his point across. He'd hold you there, swaying with you gently until you broke down.

Whether it be to cry or to shakily tell him how you feel. He'd sit with you, listen to your woes, and troubles. He would offer advice where you wanted it and listen where you needed.

Then, he would stand and make you a cup of something hot; tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you preferred to drink for comfort.

And he always somehow managed to make it just right, as if you had made the cup of steaming liquid yourself.

Angeliceye:

Angel would want to shield you from anything that hurt you. Mentally, physically, etc. anything that he could do, he would.

If you were feeling especially sad, he would wrap you into his arms and cry with you. His wings taking on a mind of their own and wrapping the both of you up into the safety of their feathers.

The soft brushing of feathers against your back usually helped to calm you down.

"I-I just don't feel like I deserve... this." You'd whisper, and Angel would pull back, confused. You didn't feel like you deserved a hug?

"No... Not that, just everything. Everything that I've been given. Everything that you've done for me..."

He would frown then, the expression foreign on his face. Twisting his beautiful features into something that looked... wrong. A frown didn't belong on his face.

"You deserve all that and more... You are the light of my life, Y/N."

You smile shakily and begin to pull away, but he holds you firm, pulling you back in.

When those tears began to form again, he would wipe them away diligently.

"Please do not cry, my love... Talk to me." he would whisper. Spending the night listening to you. Letting you relieve all the stress that you felt from the day.

And he would hold you until you felt good enough to truly pull away, but no sooner than that.

You were made for each other, he would say.

His words of affirmation were something that always left you feeling warm and fuzzy. And he constantly reminded you that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

[justwritingscibbles]

Dead-End Job

Fic Request:  “If you're doing septic ego fics may I ask for a rob and Angeliceye romantic poly where the s/o is always complaining about their job and both would love to not let you go but one day rob decides to go and 'save' you from that 'terrible' place and Angeliceye is trying Find and stop him xx”

“I swear this job will be the end of me.” 

“After today, I just don’t have the energy to do anything. Sorry, Robbie. Maybe when I feel more alive.” 

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll come back. This job is life-sucking, but not enough to kill me...yet.” 

Robbie was horrified. Why wasn’t Angel doing anything to help you!  You were in danger! You were in a bad, bad place. You needed rescuing. 

“Robbie, it’s ok. I promise you, that they aren’t in danger.” Angel said. Attempting to calm down the man in front of him.  Eyes swirling with their misty grey, Robbie balled up his fists and flexed his jaw. 

“No... (Y/N) is in d-danger.” 

The strength in Robbie’s voice was more then enough to start flashing red warning signals in Angel’s head.  Robbie drew strength from his anger. His hunger especially. But Robbie had eaten with you at breakfast before you left. Meaning Robbie was really worked up about this. Angel raised his hands slowly, stepping close to Robbie. Enough to allow his wings to brush against the zombie’s arm. The pale green feathers shimmered as a sense of warmth passed through Robbie.  His breathing slowed a little, and Angel hushed his growls. 

“I promise Robbie, they are not in danger. I’ve met their work manager. They’re really nice. It’s just an exhausting work place.” Angel continued to ease closer till  his wing has enclosed around Robbie. His arms holding Robbie close as the zombie continued to whimper and hiss. “I love them. I do, and sometimes I wish I could support both of you so they don’t need to work. But they have too. They’ll be back in a few hours. Ok? (Y/N) will be home soon.” 

Robbie turned his head to nuzzle into the feathers. The grey in his gaze turning softer in colour, till Angel could see the tell-tale sign of his pupil showing through.  “Sssssorry...” Robbie mumbled. His tongue catching on his teeth at the start of the word. 

Angel ruffled his hair and gave Robbie a squeeze around the shoulders. “It’s ok, bud. I worry for them too. When they come home, I’m sure (y/n) will love some cuddle time. Ok?” 

Robbie nodded and Angel smiled with relief. The last thing he needed was Robbie Turning and hunting after you. 

You received a... rather worrying text from Angel later in the day.  You excused yourself from your coworkers at lunch and decided to give Angel a call.  His pitched voice upon greeting you caused another uncertain stir in your stomach. Something was definitely wrong. 

“Can you put Robbie on?” You asked, in your sweetest, but also slightly stern tone.  Angel knew that voice. There wasn’t much he could hide from you. And Robbie would tell you everything.... if he was here. 

“R-Robbie is napping now. He’s, uh, h-he wore himself out a little while ago. He wanted to go after you and-” 

“Angel, what happened?” You cut him off with a sharp use of his name. And Angel nibbled on the inside of his lip.  He was already outside, searching every nook and cranny for Robbie when you had called. He wanted to get him home before you finished work. Only, it would have been fine if he didn’t accidentally send you a text that was meant for Marvin.  Angel was just happy that it only had “Could you send Jackie on a search and rescue mission? Call me when you can.” 

“Nothing happened, dear. I assure you. It’s just... uh... Anti was in a little trouble and he needs my help.” Angel was not good at lying. And lying to you made it twice as difficult. 

You tapped the back of your phone in thought. Worry and nervousness clawing at your mind.  “I’m gonna come home early. To look after Robbie if you need to leave-”

“No, no, no, no!” Angel started to panic. This was the opposite of what he needed you to do. “Um.. Dark is bringing Choco over to babysit Robbie.” 

“You messaged Dark to ask him to babysit?” You asked. The disbelief obvious in your expression and voice. “You are terrified of Dark.” 

“I know, but I didn’t want to bring you away from work. And I know how worried you would be if- OH SUGAR!” 

“What! Angel?” You almost dropped your phone when Angel cried out. You listened closely. Trying to hear whatever was happening on the other end.  But Angel had accidentally dropped his phone in his haste to move.  Robbie had spotted Angel across the road, just about to exit between two houses, before spinning on his heel and sprinting away.  Angel gave chase. Not willingly to lose a half-minded zombie by picking up his phone again. 

Robbie threw trashcans in his wake, his stumbled gait making it difficult to do both actions at once. And before he knew it, Angel had grabbed his arm and yanked him to a stop.  A sickening tear noise follows the disgruntled growl from Robbie. And the Zombie falls to knees with the sudden stop. His gaze turning up to Angel with a miserable stare. 

“Just... let me... help them...” Robbie whimpers. His eyes swimming as tears started to fall from his eyes as Angel stared at the limb in his hand.  Angel sighed and crouched beside Robbie. Laying the arm next to him and spreading out his wings to surround Robbie. 

“Robbie, going into (y/n)’s workplace isn’t going to solve anything. What they need is support. From us. Every-time they come home, we need to be there to turn their bad days around. Storming headlong into that place will make things worse.” Angel gently pulled Robbie into his arms. Allowing him to curl against his chest and hug him tightly. 

“But.... it won’t get... better...” Robbie murmured. Sniffling as he wiped away the tears that started to fall.  Angel nodded, using his shirt to dab at Robbie’s eyes. 

“Maybe. But maybe it’ll get better too. (Y/N) is strong. They’re smart too. They’ll get a better job. They won’t be stuck there for the rest of their life. All we have to do, is make sure we’re there to support them.”  Robbie sniffed once more before nodding. Reaching down for his arm, he allowed Angel to help him stand and begin guiding him home.

“Can I cuddle.... (y/n) when... they ge-et home?” Robbie asked. Looking exhausted the more they walked.  Angel took more of his weight of his feet. He knew how much Turning takes out of his little buddy. 

“Sure thing, Rob. I’m sure they would love too.” 

“Oh my God! Robbie what happened?” You all but sprinted towards Robbie as you came home. Throwing yourself at him, hugging him close and inspecting the half attached limb that was being held by stitches.  You glared at Angel as he came back with bandages and oitment. He couldn’t meet your gaze. 

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I didn’t want to worry you.” Angel said. Not at all expecting you to forgive him. 

“You should have told me! Oh dear, Robbie does it hurt? Are you ok?” You took the supplies from Angel and sat beside Robbie to begin slathering his injury with the ointments. Robbie however, was grinning broadly and his eyes were wide with joy. 

“You’re... h-home.” He slurred. Leaning close to press a kiss to your cheek. One you tried very hard to not let cool down your anger. “I’m.. not hurt.... it tickles.” 

You grumbled about Robbie’s bad sense of humour as you started to wrap the wound. Angel stood to the side. His wings tucked tightly against his back. Guilt pricking at his chest as you glared at him again.  But you couldn’t stay mad at Angel for long. Nor hold it against him. Angel only did what he thought was right. 

“Next time something like this happens, tell me right away. I’d worry more if I came home and found either of you gone.” You gave Robbie a swift kiss to the tip of his nose as you finished bandaging him. “And you, what on earth were you doing to have this done, hmm?” 

Robbie grin sheepishly and glanced at Angel. His mouth opening to say something, before shaking his head and shrugging his good shoulder.  “I saw...a c-cat.” Robbie giggled.  Angel clamped his lips shut to stop himself from laughing at your expression. 

“You saw... a cat?” You didn’t know if you’d believe it or not. Robbie would want to pet the cat but would that warrant Angel to grab him and accidentally tear off his arm? 

“It was quite pretty.” Angel agreed. Chuckling softly as he shrugged. “I lost him for a few seconds and panicked. I’m sorry I worried you.” 

You sighed and stood. Giving Robbie another kiss to the tip of his nose before turning to Angel. Crossing your arms and giving him a stern gaze.  “I don’t believe either of you, but I have no evidence otherwise. Be sure it doesn’t happen again, ok?” 

Angel nodded and opened his arms. You gave in quickly, stepping into the hug and letting Angel squeeze you gently. Robbie quickly joined the embrace. Giggling happily when Angel curled his wings around the two of you. 

[some-dark-side-writing]

Beauty Leaves The Beast

[justwritingscibbles]

Heart-Shaped Pancakes

Fic Request:  “Angeliceyexreader, like smth rly sweet and sfw eg waking up together fluff(maybe throw Chase in there like he’ll kick the door down with pancakes shaped like hearts wearing a #1 dad apron/going over early to do tricks w/his bro even though the reader and angel keep wondering how he gets in after changing the locks (they love their friend but he’s going to give them a heart attack one day)) y'know smth sweet like that”

Sleeping with an Angel was a little tricky. You were always the small spoon, since his wings would make it difficult to cuddle into him from behind. Anytime he rolled in his sleep, you would hear him grunt a little from accidentally squashing his feathers and they poked him during the night. Then there was the sudden twitches that made Angeliceye’s pale green wings flex and accidentally hit you.  The first time that happened, Angel had gone into hysterics. Apologizing and touching the area to make sure it wouldn’t bruise too badly. While you laughed yourself silly because you found it hilarious that were knocked out of bed by a feathered man. 

But today was different. No bruised arms, no feathers almost suffocating you. It was just you and Angel. His arm curled over your waist as you cuddled into his side. He was currently sleeping on his stomach, whistling with soft snores against your cheek as the two of you slept. It was probably somewhere near noon. But you didn’t need to get up today. It was a free day of any responsibilities. Something that very rarely happened. And the two of you were enjoying each others company in the bliss that was sleep. But that bliss was ruptured by a crash from the kitchen. Angel heard it clear as a bell. Waking with a start and lifting his head off the pillow to peer at the slightly open door to the hallway. You stirred when he moved to spread his wing over your body. His eyes narrowing when the hallway light flickered on.  “Angel?” You asked, in a slurred voice from sleep. The man pressed a finger to his lips and tensed when a shadow fell over the door. He was just about to call out when Chase burst into the room.  “Morning lovebirds!” He greeted, but leapt back when his two friends shouted out in fright.  “Blimey, Chase.” Angel chuckled breathlessly. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

You peeked up as Angel withdrew his wing and laughed when you glimpsed the large plate of pancakes in Chase’s hand. “I made breakfast! I didn’t have any batter at home, so I came over and used yours.” Chase beamed, moving closer to lay the plate on your lap as you sat up. “I made heaps so I thought you’d want some too. I’ll go get the syrup.”  He bounded away and you stared at the door in confusion. You looked at Angel as he took one of the pancakes and tore it in half to eat.  “How does he keep getting in? Didn’t we changed the locks?” You asked and Angel shrugged. Scoffing the pancake down and eating another.  “We changed the door locks, but i would guess Chase got through the windows somehow. Or picked the doors. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he could do that.”  Chase returned with the syrup and an extra plate for Angel to use.  “Also, sorry for waking you guys with the bang in the kitchen. I dropped a pan. I promise nothin’ was broken!” He quickly added the last part and you chuckled. Waving him away with a smile.  “It’s ok, Chase. As long as you clean up and next time knock before coming in, I won’t complain.” You said and Chase grimaced. Like he had just been scolded. “I have been coming around unannounced alot haven’t I.” He muttered and Angel poured some syrup over the pancakes. His fingers already sticky from the food.  “This is the fourth time this week, Chase. Bud, you’re awesome to have around. But if you keep climbing in through windows or sneaking in at night, I’m going to accidentally round-house kick you.” Angel made sure Chase knew he was making a joke with his smile. But he kept his voice firm, which Chase understood wasn’t meant to be a personal jab.  “I’ll try to remember to text you guys before I come down the chimney.” Chase replied, his voice light but sincere. “Do you guys want a hot chocolate?”  “Oh my God, yes!” You said excitedly and he beamed as he hurried away.

[justwritingscibbles]

The Robin and The Snake

Request: Anti and Angelic both like Reader. Reader goes through a tough breakup(shocker) and while the boys were bickering(arguing and such) to each other over Reader, Reader becomes sick (from not eating properly+not sleeping) so they both stop to take care of her and admit feelings (at separate times or the same time, up to you) But I would prefer Anti to kinda “Win” reader over and Angelic is of course just happy that Reader is Happy

Notes: (Y/S/O/N)- Your Significant Other’s name

Angeliceye noticed it first.  He visited you daily, small visits to make sure you were happy or if you need a little cheering up. And today you definitely needed comfort.  Angel found you on the couch, sniffling into a pillow, shoulders shaking from tears that made your whole body tremble.  He crouched in front of you, his hands brushing against yours.  “Little Robin, what happened?” He asked, his voice like a soft chime of bells.  You jumped at the contact, not at all hearing Angel’s approach. You sniffled again, hurriedly wiping the tears from your face.  “(Y/S/O/N) and I broke up.” You got about half way through the sentence before your voice cracked and you were sobbing again.  Angel was sitting next to you within a second of those words leaving your lips. His arms cradled you against him as his wings circled around you.  “Oh, (Y/N) I’m so sorry.” He cooed quietly. Angel combed his fingers through your hair, hushing your sobs with warm words of comfort.  But his voice turned bitter as the TV sparked and static played through the speakers.  “What did you do, pigeon-shit?” Anti’s enraged voice echoed through the house. Glitching in places as he appeared in front of you. Angel held you closer as Anti’s glowing eyes settled on your shaking form.  “She broke up with (Y/S/O/N)” Angel said smoothly, irritation biting at his words.  Anti beamed, his eyes losing their glow as he exclaimed. “That’s great!”  “No, it is not.” Angel sighed. He looked back at you, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Little Robin, have you eaten? You shouldn’t let this get you down so much.”  “Yeah! That loser never deserved ya.” Anti said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Yer better off without them! They were a pile of shit-”  “Anti!” Angel cut his counterpart off with a glare. “You’re not helping.”  Anti huffed and stormed off. Somewhere in the kitchen you could hear something crash and other loud noises could be heard.  Angel ignored Anti’s tantrum and turned his attention back to you. The back of his knuckles brush against your cheek as he tried to sooth you.  “You’ll be ok, Little Robin. You got me and Anti, we’ll look after you.” As he said this, Anti returned with a large plate of what looked to be tiny cut up sandwiches.  “I ain’t very good at making shit, but fer you I’d at least try.” Anti said with a smile. He winked at Angel, whose wings bristled and took the plate to sit it in front of you.  “Please, Little Robin, eat something. You’ll get sick.”  “I’m sure they’re already sick of you, bird-brain.” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. “Yer smothering them.”  Angel sighed and lowered the plate on your lap. Peeling himself away from you and disappeared into the house.  Anti took the opportunity to take up the empty spot by your side. He cuddled close to you, trying to get you to eat something between your sobs. But then looked up with a glare as Angel returned with an armful of blankets and pillows.  “What are ya doin’ now?” Anti asked with a raised eyebrow.  “Making a pillow fort.” Angel replied stiffly. Flashing you a smile. “I can’t have my Little Robin feeling down. So I thought making a pillow fort would be a good way to take their mind of it.”  Anti growled and stood, moving forward to yank a blanket from the winged man’s hands.  “I bet I could make a better fort than you, chicken-shit.”  Angel laughed and placed the blankets and pillows on the couch beside you.  “You’re on, Antisepticeye.”  

And they were like this for pretty much the entirety of the two weeks they stayed with you.  You were never left alone, always with one or the other. But the missing ego was never far away, and never left for too long.  First it was the pillow forts; which failed miserably because Anti kept taking Angel’s blankets and started to fight with his other side when Angel pointed it out.  Then it was soups. You weren’t eating, which worried them both. And they tried to out-do one another in making the best soup. Which turned into a giant mess of food and feathers everywhere when Angel “accidentally” spilled tomato over Anti’s shoes. And Anti “tripped” which resulted in melted butter and chopped vegetables to cover Angel’s left wing. It wasn’t pretty and resulted in a three hour long clean up.  Then of course it was the sleep routine. Anti insisted you needed a cuddle buddy, but Angel was persistent that his advances would worsen if he over-stepped a boundary.  They fought over that too.  On and on it went, and they were so caught up with one another, they didn’t see how this break-up was effecting you.  Your sleep pattern was none-existent. Even though your stomach was empty, you never filled it unless you felt dizzy and almost passed out.  Moody and a constant lit fuse, the boys walked on eggshells to try and not upset you. 

Until one day, Anti discovered you in bed, pale and sweaty. A fever had set in and you barely had the energy to lift your hand.  “(Y/N)?” Anti pressed his hand against your forehead and his eyes furrowed with concern. “Yer burning up, Sparky. What’s wrong?”  “They’re ill.” Angel said as he entered your room. In his hands he carried medicine and water, even a bowl of cut up fruit in case you wanted something to eat. “Can you sit them up? I need to measure their dosage.”  Anti nodded and sat beside you on the bed. He snaked his arms under your torso and helped you sit up.  “I’m fine.” You said, voice hoarse from the illness.  Angel gave you a soft, but firm look. “(Y/N) you’re burning up and you have a chest infection. You are not ok.”  Angel proceeded to pour a sickly smelling liquid onto a table spoon. Both Angel and Anti curled their noses at the smell.  “Ew, yer gonna feed them that?” Anti said with a disgusted twitch of his lips.  “The man at the drug-store said this would help.” Angel confirmed, sitting beside you and offering you the spoon. When you turned your head away and shook your head, Anti rolled his eyes and pinched your nose.  “Open up, butter-cup. Or else I’m force feeding you.” Anti said with a smile.  You tried to hold your breath for as long as possible, but you had to breath.  And as soon as your mouth opened, Angel shoved the spoon into your mouth.  You gagged and shivered at the taste. Shaking your head in disgust.  “Please don’t make me take that again.” You pleaded and Angel smiled sympathetically.  “Sorry, Little Robin, you need too so you can get better.”  Anti laid you back down, but neither made a move to leave your side.  “Yer gonna sit there all day?” Anti snapped at Angel, who shot the entity a sour look. But his expression softened when he looked down at you.  “(Y/N), do you want us to stay?” He asked and you blushed a little. Your eyes flickering over to Anti.  “Angel, I…” You touched Anti’s hand, who turned his palm over so you could slide your fingers in between his.  Anti beamed. His smile was wide and smug as he turned to Angel; who nodded. Understanding what you were trying to say.  “It’s alright, Little Robin. I kinda guessed it. I’ll take my leave, get well soon.” Angel stood and went to the door, turning to hold Anti’s gaze for a moment.  “Look after them.” The words laid heavy with a warning. One Anti took with a growl, but nodded. Turning back to you as his counter-part left.  “How ‘bout some more soup?” He asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

[justwritingscibbles]

Fic Request List

Every fic that I write and post will be scratched out as I go along, so everyone can see the progress. Pretty straight forward to what this is. I will try to summarize what the request is, or just copy and paste the request.  Thanks for requesting! 

Darkiplier: 

- Sequel to ‘A Battle of Seduction’ where the reader manages to seduce Dark.  - Sequel to the Tea Party fic  -  Lazy night with Dark ---In progress - NSFW, bondage with Dark  - Restless sleeper reader with Dark  - Bullet fic of being Dark’s son 

Wilford: 

- NSFW date with Wilford while Angel watches the kids.  - Friend to Colonel + Damien before WKM. Then Wilford sees friend basically kidnaps you because Dark doesn’t want to involve you in their world.  - Meets Wilford through overprotective Dark then become S/O to Wilford.

Yan:

- Jealous Yan from reader spending too much time with another ego. - Darker fic where Yan locks reader in basement and they need to escape.

Author: 

- Fluffy romance fic 

Niko (Cool Patroliplier): 

- On a date with Niko and the gang come and crash it, making fun of him.

Antisepticeye: 

- Anything that involves Anti 

NateMare: 

- NSFW with Mare kidnapping reader  - Natemare picks on the reader and they explode at him after a bad day.  - Showering NateMare with affection  - NSFW where Damien interrupts  - Platonic meeting up with Mare after a long time.  - NSFW riding Mare’s thigh 

Apocalypse: 

- Tyler’s 5 year old sister meeting A  - Part 2 to Man VS Titan  - Continuation to Man vs Titan 

Gear: 

- Being Gear’s Daughter  - Platonic reader with Gear against an abusive ex

Poly-Relationship Fics:

- NSFW with Anti and Dark  - SFW, Fluff prank war with Anti and Mare  - Rob taken by Gear. Poly Natemare, you and Jackieboy go to rescue him. - Damien, Count and Host comfort reader after reveal of being Yan’s senpai.  - Journalist reader in poly with Anti and Dark. NSFW  - Bullet NSFW fighting Anti and Dark  - Mare and Dark trying to one-up each other with NSFW stuff  - Kinkiplier and Yan NSFW,  bondage, dom reader.

Septic-Egos: 

- Schneep finds his s/o at her desk asleep after doing his work.  - Rob and Angeliceye poly go to “save” you from a “bad” workplace.  - NSFW with Schneep in sexy nurse outfit.  - Zombie-Robbie finds you because of your smell, and Anti kidnaps you because you’ve seen too much. Plus cute dog that everyone falls for. - Camping trip with Angus the Survival Hunter  - ‘How You Interact’ Deaf!Reader x Jameson Jackson  - Yan!Reader kidnapping Schneep, kills the rest to keep her love safe. - Deaf!reader-daughter to Schneep dating Dapper - Chase and a Non-binary Dragon S/O having a happy day

[thesuperyooper]

This is so pure??? I’m in love??

Dead-End Job

Fic Request:  “If you’re doing septic ego fics may I ask for a rob and Angeliceye romantic poly where the s/o is always complaining about their job and both would love to not let you go but one day rob decides to go and ‘save’ you from that 'terrible’ place and Angeliceye is trying Find and stop him xx”

“I swear this job will be the end of me.” 

“After today, I just don’t have the energy to do anything. Sorry, Robbie. Maybe when I feel more alive.” 

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll come back. This job is life-sucking, but not enough to kill me…yet.” 

Robbie was horrified. Why wasn’t Angel doing anything to help you!  You were in danger! You were in a bad, bad place. You needed rescuing. 

“Robbie, it’s ok. I promise you, that they aren’t in danger.” Angel said. Attempting to calm down the man in front of him.  Eyes swirling with their misty grey, Robbie balled up his fists and flexed his jaw. 

“No… (Y/N) is in d-danger.” 

The strength in Robbie’s voice was more then enough to start flashing red warning signals in Angel’s head.  Robbie drew strength from his anger. His hunger especially. But Robbie had eaten with you at breakfast before you left. Meaning Robbie was really worked up about this. Angel raised his hands slowly, stepping close to Robbie. Enough to allow his wings to brush against the zombie’s arm. The pale green feathers shimmered as a sense of warmth passed through Robbie.  His breathing slowed a little, and Angel hushed his growls. 

“I promise Robbie, they are not in danger. I’ve met their work manager. They’re really nice. It’s just an exhausting work place.” Angel continued to ease closer till  his wing has enclosed around Robbie. His arms holding Robbie close as the zombie continued to whimper and hiss. “I love them. I do, and sometimes I wish I could support both of you so they don’t need to work. But they have too. They’ll be back in a few hours. Ok? (Y/N) will be home soon.” 

Robbie turned his head to nuzzle into the feathers. The grey in his gaze turning softer in colour, till Angel could see the tell-tale sign of his pupil showing through.  “Sssssorry…” Robbie mumbled. His tongue catching on his teeth at the start of the word. 

Angel ruffled his hair and gave Robbie a squeeze around the shoulders. “It’s ok, bud. I worry for them too. When they come home, I’m sure (y/n) will love some cuddle time. Ok?” 

Robbie nodded and Angel smiled with relief. The last thing he needed was Robbie Turning and hunting after you. 

You received a… rather worrying text from Angel later in the day.  You excused yourself from your coworkers at lunch and decided to give Angel a call.  His pitched voice upon greeting you caused another uncertain stir in your stomach. Something was definitely wrong. 

“Can you put Robbie on?” You asked, in your sweetest, but also slightly stern tone.  Angel knew that voice. There wasn’t much he could hide from you. And Robbie would tell you everything…. if he was here. 

“R-Robbie is napping now. He’s, uh, h-he wore himself out a little while ago. He wanted to go after you and-” 

“Angel, what happened?” You cut him off with a sharp use of his name. And Angel nibbled on the inside of his lip.  He was already outside, searching every nook and cranny for Robbie when you had called. He wanted to get him home before you finished work. Only, it would have been fine if he didn’t accidentally send you a text that was meant for Marvin.  Angel was just happy that it only had “Could you send Jackie on a search and rescue mission? Call me when you can.” 

“Nothing happened, dear. I assure you. It’s just… uh… Anti was in a little trouble and he needs my help.” Angel was not good at lying. And lying to you made it twice as difficult. 

You tapped the back of your phone in thought. Worry and nervousness clawing at your mind.  “I’m gonna come home early. To look after Robbie if you need to leave-”

“No, no, no, no!” Angel started to panic. This was the opposite of what he needed you to do. “Um.. Dark is bringing Choco over to babysit Robbie.” 

“You messaged Dark to ask him to babysit?” You asked. The disbelief obvious in your expression and voice. “You are terrified of Dark.” 

“I know, but I didn’t want to bring you away from work. And I know how worried you would be if- OH SUGAR!” 

“What! Angel?” You almost dropped your phone when Angel cried out. You listened closely. Trying to hear whatever was happening on the other end.  But Angel had accidentally dropped his phone in his haste to move.  Robbie had spotted Angel across the road, just about to exit between two houses, before spinning on his heel and sprinting away.  Angel gave chase. Not willingly to lose a half-minded zombie by picking up his phone again. 

Robbie threw trashcans in his wake, his stumbled gait making it difficult to do both actions at once. And before he knew it, Angel had grabbed his arm and yanked him to a stop.  A sickening tear noise follows the disgruntled growl from Robbie. And the Zombie falls to knees with the sudden stop. His gaze turning up to Angel with a miserable stare. 

“Just… let me… help them…” Robbie whimpers. His eyes swimming as tears started to fall from his eyes as Angel stared at the limb in his hand.  Angel sighed and crouched beside Robbie. Laying the arm next to him and spreading out his wings to surround Robbie. 

“Robbie, going into (y/n)’s workplace isn’t going to solve anything. What they need is support. From us. Every-time they come home, we need to be there to turn their bad days around. Storming headlong into that place will make things worse.” Angel gently pulled Robbie into his arms. Allowing him to curl against his chest and hug him tightly. 

“But…. it won’t get… better…” Robbie murmured. Sniffling as he wiped away the tears that started to fall.  Angel nodded, using his shirt to dab at Robbie’s eyes. 

“Maybe. But maybe it’ll get better too. (Y/N) is strong. They’re smart too. They’ll get a better job. They won’t be stuck there for the rest of their life. All we have to do, is make sure we’re there to support them.”  Robbie sniffed once more before nodding. Reaching down for his arm, he allowed Angel to help him stand and begin guiding him home.

“Can I cuddle…. (y/n) when… they ge-et home?” Robbie asked. Looking exhausted the more they walked.  Angel took more of his weight of his feet. He knew how much Turning takes out of his little buddy. 

“Sure thing, Rob. I’m sure they would love too.” 

“Oh my God! Robbie what happened?” You all but sprinted towards Robbie as you came home. Throwing yourself at him, hugging him close and inspecting the half attached limb that was being held by stitches.  You glared at Angel as he came back with bandages and oitment. He couldn’t meet your gaze. 

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I didn’t want to worry you.” Angel said. Not at all expecting you to forgive him. 

“You should have told me! Oh dear, Robbie does it hurt? Are you ok?” You took the supplies from Angel and sat beside Robbie to begin slathering his injury with the ointments. Robbie however, was grinning broadly and his eyes were wide with joy. 

“You’re… h-home.” He slurred. Leaning close to press a kiss to your cheek. One you tried very hard to not let cool down your anger. “I’m.. not hurt…. it tickles.” 

You grumbled about Robbie’s bad sense of humour as you started to wrap the wound. Angel stood to the side. His wings tucked tightly against his back. Guilt pricking at his chest as you glared at him again.  But you couldn’t stay mad at Angel for long. Nor hold it against him. Angel only did what he thought was right. 

“Next time something like this happens, tell me right away. I’d worry more if I came home and found either of you gone.” You gave Robbie a swift kiss to the tip of his nose as you finished bandaging him. “And you, what on earth were you doing to have this done, hmm?” 

Robbie grin sheepishly and glanced at Angel. His mouth opening to say something, before shaking his head and shrugging his good shoulder.  “I saw…a c-cat.” Robbie giggled.  Angel clamped his lips shut to stop himself from laughing at your expression. 

“You saw… a cat?” You didn’t know if you’d believe it or not. Robbie would want to pet the cat but would that warrant Angel to grab him and accidentally tear off his arm? 

“It was quite pretty.” Angel agreed. Chuckling softly as he shrugged. “I lost him for a few seconds and panicked. I’m sorry I worried you.” 

You sighed and stood. Giving Robbie another kiss to the tip of his nose before turning to Angel. Crossing your arms and giving him a stern gaze.  “I don’t believe either of you, but I have no evidence otherwise. Be sure it doesn’t happen again, ok?” 

Angel nodded and opened his arms. You gave in quickly, stepping into the hug and letting Angel squeeze you gently. Robbie quickly joined the embrace. Giggling happily when Angel curled his wings around the two of you.