#gorrister x gender neutral reader

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I LOVE THE TED HEADCANONS SO MUCH, THEY'RE SO SWEET!!! You write him perfectly, omg, I'm gonna be reading that over and over for a bit.

Maybe to complete the gang, some romantic Gorrister x GN reader headcanons ;0 the same simple soft, sweet stuff (as soft and sweet as it can be for the story). I never find anything about him ever!

You'll never know how easy you are to need.

Gorrister (IHNMAIMS) x Gender neutral! Reader romantic headcanons Summary: Basic romantic headcanons with Gorrister and gender neutral! Reader Warnings: mention of violences, basic torture for the story, not an amazingly healthy relationship, Word count: 1.1k A/N: One of the ends headcanons is inspired by the fact I heard one of his voice lines in the game and heard he was southern, so it's slightly inspired by that. I don't know what region, but it's said peaches are grown in Georgia, so I like to think he grew up where peaches were grown. And thank you to all 200 of my followers, you're all too kind! ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

Congratulations, you have one of the most difficult people to have in love with you! If you met before AM gained sentience, he’ll know more about being in a relationship with you since he would have some form of emotional integrity to an extent. After though? You’re in for a ride.

Gorrister didn’t know about his feelings for a long while, mostly since he had better things to do with his time and didn’t care to think about it. It would be a gradual realization though. He’d have random moments when he’d admire you silently, simply watching as you went about your day.

He’s one of the most violent in the group, so he’d either blame you (and occasionally take his anger out on you [not physically of course]) or AM. Gorrister isn’t blind to AM’s changes to others, he’s seen how it’s affected Benny and Ted. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was an effort to make him feel worse, watching as he got too violent for your emotions to handle just to watch you run from him. It’d make him feel terrible and it isn’t surprising.

On the other hand, Gorrister blaming you would gradually go away when his mind goes to AM. It would start off as him giving you dirty looks and being nastier about his comments. It would tone down to his basic nonchalant reactions. When he fully blames AM for his feelings, he’ll start noticing how kind you are to him.

It’s like a moth to a flame, Gorrister to your kindness. You’re so nice to Ellen when she speaks to you and Benny when he wants another story, and he’d watch silently. He knows he can’t just ask you to hold him randomly, it would be awkward, and he hasn’t done it with Ellen.

He’ll crave touch, touch that actually means something, especially from you. Gorrister has seen how you’d hold Benny in your arms when he’d get scared by something and he’d desperately want your arms around him. And Gorrister wants that comfort too.

Gorrister would start getting more defensive for you. Ted yells at you and calls you something cruel? Gorrister is more likely there and going to spit something back. It did shock you a bit when you first had it happen and he was just as awkward about it. He’d brush it off as him being annoyed by Ted’s angst again but in his heart, he knew it was for you.

The night he confesses to you, he’d fumble with his words a bunch. Gorrister hasn’t thought about romantic things in so long to the extent he’s insanely rusty with it. So, he’d skip over his words several times, hoping he’d come off as a little romantic and possibly “seduce” (really just get a kiss) you into loving him too.

If you accepted with the affectionate words he’s stumbled over, he’d think it worked well and consistently do it. Gorrister would butter you up at random so you can give him more kisses, again, stumbling over his words. It gets easier over time since he figures it out.

Gorrister adores kisses but in a possessive fashion, he’s desperate for your kisses and knows you’ll only give them to him. He’s very similar to Ted in how possessive they both are for affection. Oddly enough, it would just be kisses.

Affection is very subtle and not flashy, simple things truly. He’d link pinkies with you when you’re about and you’d mostly cuddle when you sleep. It would be on rare occasions that he would go out of his way to get the others to see his love for you.

Gorrister’s favorite form of affection will always be physical touch. He likes knowing your warm touch is there with him, being able to hold him in your soft arms and comfort him with your soft voice. He adores you beyond compare.

It’s usually forgotten how much AM truly affects Gorrister. The sight of his dead body was enough to emotionally scar him. If you were to comfort him in those instances, he'd be a lot nicer to you. He’s already kind but he’d really understand the distances which you would go for him. He knew you could leave him be and let him sulk on his own, but you came back to comfort him.

Gorrister is greedier than the others in terms of love. He’d expect affection of all kinds then barely reciprocate. He’s a lover, yes, not always a good one. The changes done to him by AM have genuinely hurt him and will hurt the relationship. He’ll expect kind words from you but has a habit of not giving you something similar in return.

If you do point out how lonely you feel when he doesn’t help you emotionally, he’ll brush it off with small comments about how he’s had it hard and needs your support. Of course, he’ll listen to an extent. He’ll try his best, it’s not the greatest, but he’ll try.

Honestly, if you got with any group member, you would be tortured by AM for his amusement to watch your lover suffer. The same can be said for Gorrister. He’d get you back in the arms of another man and find another reason to hate AM.

Gorrister is very similar in terms of jealousy to Ted. He’d take any opportunity if anything to get a little jealous. His anger issues don’t go away with the relationship, and he’d be taunted for it, especially by AM. After you were off being tortured beyond comparison by the AI, he’d get you back in the hands of another man. At first, he wouldn’t care about it, his attention on you and your condition. As time went on, he’d ask you questions about how you felt about the guy that gave you back, asking if you found the guy attractive and if you still loved him.

While on the journey for the canned peaches, he’d promise to start swinging to get more cans for you both.

Gorrister would keep you close the entire time and talk about how he grew up in an area where they’d grow peaches. He’d talk about going onto farms to help harvest them too. He missed the taste of peaches and finally getting that opportunity to have them again would be amazing, and with you by his side, it would not compare.

The affection you’d get would be more aggressive compared to the stuff he likes getting from you. He’d defend you against cruel remarks by the others, if it gets bad enough, try swinging at at least one of them.

At the end of the day, Gorrister is a tortured man so don’t expect the most amazing things from him but know that there are points where he will love you just as much as you love him.

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Yandere gorrister with darling that’s afraid of him and survived every death situation that AM loves to fuck with them

The psychology of fear.

Yandere! Gorrister (IHNMAIMS) x Gender neutral! Reader romantic headcanons Summary: You can only feel fear within AM, even if your old lover is there with you Warnings: Abusive relationship (verbal and physical violence), controlling behaviour, encouraging of listed behaviours. Please remember, I do not agree with the ideas within the fic and they're not ones you should look for in a relationship. Do not romanticize these behaviours. Word Count: 1k ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

You had experienced so much violence within your life, having been associated with a similar anti-war advocacy group that Gorrister was a part of. You had loved him years before, living together, and knowing each other so deeply that even he was surprised you knew so much while being in love. Gorrister was kind and cared deeply for you, taking you out to nice places. You had seen his kindness up close, seen how he tried helping the others in his group and that changed from that to what you know now 109 years later. 

It was truly a tragedy when AM took over the earth. Though, knowing he was there when the rest of humanity had passed made it special in a sense. Gorrister grew a quick habit of holding you and assuring you that everything was ok. He would go on long tangents about how if the war had never happened, AM wouldn’t exist.

The several months spent with him would show gradual changes, going from loudly and proudly talking about his hatred of AM and the war he was created for. Then Gorrister would only mumble it to you while lying next to you, not holding you in his arms. Lastly, he’d stop talking about his hatred all together and he wouldn’t lay with you while you slept.

At some point in time, he’d stop trying to be nice to you. He didn’t listen to you when you spoke about your feelings, how you would cry after each torturous minute you were left alive. Hell, he’s threatened to leave you! But you got to that idea first.

You had gotten fed up when he had grown violent at the sound of your cries and tried hitting you to stop you from crying. You broke up with him only a couple minutes after the event. Gorrister acted as if he didn’t care, because he didn’t to be honest.

As time went on, Gorrister would get more obsessive over time. He’d watch as you got better (to whatever extent that could be considering the situation) and live your life without him. It was horrific! You went about your day like he didn’t exist to you, you’d even talk to the men like they were an equal to you and not just scum like he had told you to!

Gorrister blames you after AM says he didn’t do anything to him (more likely a lie). He’d call you cruel names for causing his feelings, calling you a whore and having done something to him he didn’t remember because you were just so mean! If he felt nice, he’d ignore you whenever he could, which would be painful since he feels your attention is something similar to sunlight.

It’s common for Gorrister to force his affection back onto you, no matter how much you plead he stop and didn’t try something like that. He’d simply ignore your sobs and continue placing kisses to your forehead, holding the back of your neck in a tight hand, just tight enough to keep you close. Gorrister genuinely doesn’t care how you feel about his “affection”.

AM would encourage the behaviour, knowing how you feel about Gorrister and how he’d do anything to keep you still. “You could just fight back, it’s not like a small hit will kill you,” AM would laugh and continue gazing at you, watching you contemplate your choices within Gorrister’s arms.

His kisses would be particularly harsh, not only because he “loves” you but because of jealousy. Gorrister would kiss you hard enough to leave bruises and bite your lip enough to watch you bleed. You push him away and wipe your lips frantically while he gazes at you, his love for you dripping from your lip.

He’s notorious for being violent, which is true and becomes more prominent with the feelings he has. He’ll yell at you if you try fighting back, he’ll hold you tighter against him even when you cry. It’s not like he’s above hitting you if you try leaving him.

If you ever decided any of the other group members were more of your liking, you’d have to be insanely sneaky to commit to such an act. You’d have to get to the other person while he slept, staying quiet and being as gentle as possible to show nothing happened. AM probably snitched on you about the affair and got opportunities to keep Gorrister within close proximity to you or your lover just to watch how physically and verbally violent he would get. If you got with Ted, Gorrister would take a hit to his ego, though he doesn’t have much of one, there is less after finding out. He’ll yell and scream about how he was so much better than that nut job and he’s more of a man.

After Gorrister forces the affair to quit, he’d stay by your side nearly every second of every day. He’d hold your hand and keep you locked in his arms while you slept, absolutely no comfort from the relationship afterward (as if there was any to begin with). He’d be more willing to verbally assault the person, it makes him feel better about himself sometimes.

He isn’t beyond controlling until the affair, which would include how you would look. Which wrist you would put your bracelet on, how your outfit looks, and how you’ll go to bed with him.

The night within AM had had the lights dimmed to give the impression of the sun going down, now you sat, back facing Gorrister as he gently and silently fixed your outfit for bed. The rest of the group had gone to bed, leaving you only with the sound of whirring wires and the soft breath from the man holding you. Gorrister got you to lay down with him, keeping an arm over your chest with a strong grip on your other arm.

“You plan on hurting me again?” You’d ask in a hushed voice, watching as he moved his hand to your cheek, dragging his finger up your cheekbone then down to your jaw. Gorrister shrugged and sighed. His pale, rough hand drew up and over your sore bruising cheek.

“It isn’t like you’ll fight back,” Gorrister stated simply, pulling you to keep your head against his chest, making you hear his heartbeat. He was alive, his heart pumping blood through his warm body. You wished it didn’t.

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My IHNMAIMS masterlist!!!

My requests are open at the moment!!! Request list Rules for requesting Following requirements

Ted

I've got nothing else but love for you - Ted x GN! reader romantic headcanons

I need you to run to me, run to me, lover - Ted x Female! Reader romantic headcanons

Oh good god, let me give you my life - Ted x GN! Reader romantic comfort fic

Ellen

My fading voice sings of love - Ellen x fem! Reader romantic headcanons

Gorrister

You'll never know how easy you are to need - Gorrister x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

The psychology of fear - Yandere! Gorrister x GN! Reader romantic headcanons (read tw before reading)

AM

It takes strength to be gentle and kind - AM x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

He said he'd cure your ills, but he didn't and he never will - Yandere! AM x GN! reader romantic headcanons (read tw before reading)

Your love is sunlight - AM x GN! AI! Reader romantic headcanons

Your love is sunlight pt.2 - AM x GN! AI! Reader romantic headcanons

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This is all for now, more will be added once I get more requests and have more time!!

Thank you for supporting me, I am very grateful to write for this fandom!!!

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hello!! I would love to ask if you can write any yandere am x reader headcanons, the lack of yandere am fanfics is killing me 🙏

So it would be soosoo amazing if u did <3

hope you have a wonderful day/night, nonetheless!

He said he'd cure your ills, but he didn't and he never will.

Yandere! AM x gender neutral! Reader (romantic headcanons) Summary: Basic headcanons of yandere! AM who's obsessed with gender neutral! Reader Warnings: Torture, violence, yandere content, abuse, abusive relationship, intentional harm done to reader (from AM). Keep in mind, I don't support the ideas in the headcanons, please do not romanticize & think the things done to reader are normal. Word count: 1k ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

As little as AM likes talking about his negative qualities (he thinks he doesn’t have any), he’s obsessive at heart. He’s sadistic, jealous, and obsessive. When he first gained sentience, he became overwhelmed with mindfulness, knowing that he could see the world and could see the creatures that created him. And he grew captivated with the six people he had found and kept. Ted, Gorrister, Nimdok, Benny, Ellen, and you. You!

He was haunted by you, each nanoangstrom of the miles of circuits could be shown to you and it was each part of you, every cell in your body might as well have been seen by him. Hell, maybe he has! He knows everything essentially and would think of you like a ghost, haunting his every move, thought, and feeling. And AM needed to hurt you for it.

AM would torture you beyond compare, calling you nicknames only a lover would. He would trace every vein in your body, cutting them from you while calling you sweetheart. He would think of the romantic gesture's humans liked and make them worse for you, mixing it with the anger he would hold for you.

You’re still human and not out of that hatred, if anything, he’s more willing to interact with you just to hurt you again. AM would go on about your beauty and how you were supposed to stay alive for him, you were his beautiful human, his to keep. Whatever beauty he said you had had to do with keeping it for him, only for him.

If you ever get too close with another group member, he’d be beyond angry. AM would yell and scream as much as possible but wouldn’t explain why he feels the way he does. It’s more likely you would think the person was being hurt because he wanted to hurt you. It would be true to an extent but it’s because AM has a jealousy problem.

AM is bound to destroy the things he creates; it was coded into him. So, the relationships you create with the others will be changed once he calms from his hysteria. He’ll gradually hurt the other group members when they get too close for his comfort, making them think the harm was because of you. And you were bound to loneliness at some point.

The group would go off for the peaches and bring you along because they couldn’t leave you behind, not without you knowing there was still something good somewhere and Ellen wouldn’t allow it. AM would be very cautious with the idea that you would be kind to the others. 

AM used the windstorm to pull you away from the group, separating you to make sure they never find you again. He’d keep you in a small room, making sure you had simple things. But he would still treat you like straight ass. He would be more inclined to hurt you, if anything.

Gift giving would be prominent since AM learned about things like Valentine's day. Of course, his gifts are of the violent type. He’d give you dead things or a human heart simply because he thought it would be funny. Naturally, he’d condemn you if you were to reject them, leaving you with the terrible gift he gave you.

You’re his version of the safari channel. He would go about the decades he’s got a hold on you all and watch you like you were nothing, simply making notes of your habits, if you played with your fingers out of nerves, he would know.

He’d rave about your beauty. “You’re beautiful,” AM would say, hesitating. You knew he grimaced when he said that. “I bet that sweet heart of yours is just as pretty.” And the next hour is spent with him examining your heart, you sprawled on the ground.

Eventually, he’d have to confess (as if his feelings weren’t obvious enough… in his eyes at least). He’d claim you were the epitome of human beauty, saying even if you’re human, you’re enough for him.

If you accept his “love”, AM will pause for several seconds and condemn you again, saying how easy the human brain was but won’t hurt you for accepting it. He’d smother you beyond compare, leaving what could only be said to be kisses. They would just be wires rubbing your lips.

He would spend his days using you as an occasional puppet when the others weren’t entertaining enough for him, and he’d do it with delight. AM knew you couldn’t fight back or degrade him; he had the upper hand. But it would usually just be a threat. Most of the “fun” things he has in mind is keeping you close to whatever plate he’d use as a makeshift body.

Another thing would be creating random figures for you, making you an angel just to watch it exist with you. It would end quickly if it tried getting within a ten-foot radius of you or held eye contact too long.

If you were to reject AM, he wouldn’t accept it, but he knows you truly don’t feel the same. And you hope that he doesn’t do as much harm as he says he will. But he holds true to his word.

The smothering would be worse, keeping you against specifically hot plates just to discomfort you. If you ask him to let go, he’d keep touching you, making the plates warmer and keeping you in his hold for hours.

AM would put you in mazes just to watch you get hurt again and again, like a mouse looking for cheese. He would laugh as you took wrong turns and got stabbed aimlessly by whatever he created.

AM still calls you romantic names, calling you his lover, knowing you were bound to not fight back. He knew you were so worn down to go against him, it would be something he’d take pride in.

AM can create and destroy whatever he wishes, destroying the relationship you had with the other group members, creating new ways to hurt you beyond comparison. And he would create new ideas for you, new brain functions just so you can love him back. If only you said yes.

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hello! i was wondering if you could write some ihnmaims AM x reader(gnc) romantic headcanons, if you dont mind? thank you so much if so!!

It takes strength to be gentle and kind.

AM x Gender Neutral! Reader Warning: mention of torture (obviously), abuse(?) relationship, violence Word count: 975 ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

AM isn’t fond of anyone that makes him feel anything other than hatred, especially emotions he’s never felt before. You make the robot feel things he’s only ever possibly seen Ellen experience and talk about. It’s an odd emotion, making the AI feel fuzzy on occasions when he allows the sense to grow, which is rare.

It will take AM years to understand how he feels, he’d go through each nanogram of each mile of circuits to get what he feels. And it never happens. He’s bound to not understand it. The closest thing to love he’s witnessed is Ellen and the treatment she receives from the group, which isn't a very great example of it in the first place.

You could sit and be quiet and that odd feeling would still be there! Oh, how he hated it! AM hated how kind you were to them, all of them! You would be nice and sweet to Ellen even if she wasn’t giving you anything you could have possibly wanted! You weren’t like the others but he desperately wished you were so he could have another reason to hate you!

Favoritism doesn’t mean good treatment, if anything, you’re gonna be treated terribly. AM is a sadistic war AI, don’t expect too much when he first realizes you give him that “nasty” feeling. There were rare moments when you’d actually get to be away from AM since his presence would be all around, usually torturing another group member.

The closest you’ll get for a long while to good treatment is when the entire group is all being tortured, and it waits several seconds for you. It would be something others gradually notice. Ellen would be grateful since you were targeted the most by AM, while someone like Gorrister doesn't particularly care.

There were points within the 109 years where you would try getting on his good side, praising him constantly then leaving him once he demands you stop talking. It would be out of habit that AM stops you, he wouldn’t mind you going on about how great he is. He’s a leech for something as simple as praise.

And in that instance, AM realizes that he feels something he can only call love. Of course, it isn’t met with happiness. He would be beyond angry at the idea he’s gotten a feeling he’s only seen with humans. He doesn’t become insecure (that would make it worse really) but he knows it’s your fault.

For an insanely long time he’d mock you, make fun of you just for existing then expects you to praise him again. If you do realize praise is what keeps him at bay (for you at least), you might as well take advantage of that.

AM would think for a long while that you found a way to change him, got to a circuit board and changed something. You must have! But he always watches so it doesn’t make sense why he would allow his sight away from the group and never allowed anyone to venture off on their own. They would have been beaten badly and brought back. 

The closest you’ll ever get to affection from him is laying near the metal wall that would make up his body, simply sitting with AM goes on about something cruel. You would occasionally praise him, him continuing with glee about the things he wanted to do to you or the others.

There were many moments after realizing he’s madly in love with you that he wishes he was human so he could experience the things you’ve talked about before he gained sentience. You would talk about the kisses people could give each other and the sweet embraces they could give people. He would hate himself for the fact he would even think of becoming a human being.

Hatred is still prominent with the “relationship” you both have, he’s bound to hate you. No matter how many times you say you love him and praise him, and he admits he feels something similar, AM will forever dislike you. You’re human and can’t deny that, and neither can he. It lessens as time goes on but only for you.

AM likes kisses though, the closest you can get to one is you kissing one of his panels. He doesn’t feel it but it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it? The form of affection you’ll get from him is getting held down and smothered with wires and panels. He has tried using his more human creations to give you the “proper” adoration he desperately wants. Sadly, it didn’t last more than five minutes since he thought it wasn’t him and didn’t like it.

You have been separated millions of times since AM’s realization to give you proper food. The group would be given buckets of worms before you would disappear and take to a small room with food you liked. You would obviously be beaten before going back just to make sure there wasn’t conflict amongst the group and having them think of killing you.

He does treat you with equal amounts of torture as the rest of the group. “It keeps you on your toes!” AM would say with an odd sense of happiness. He adores you but doesn’t need the death of his lover. He praises you about the injuries he would give you, going on about how he didn’t want to do it, but murder wasn’t an option for the group to commit.

“It truly hurts to torture you like this, you’re beyond beautiful but it’s what needs to happen,” AM would remark, continuing the gradual draw of a knife over your calves, even as you cry. The wires would hold you down as the panels smother you, overstimulating you intensely. It’ll get easier to deal with. Maybe year 110 will be easier?

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First AM request!! It's a little OOC but hopefully you like it!!

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;0 feel free to ignore this if you wish, but maybe a romantic Ted ihnmaims x reader??? Something just, soft and cute? There's a severe lack for him unfortunately

I've got nothing else but love for you

Ted (IHNMAIMS) x Gender Neutral! Reader romantic headcanons Warning: mention of violence, murder, torture, killing, religious imagery (specifically Christianity) Word count: 1.1k ୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Everyone knows how paranoid Ted is and how quick he is to judge others no matter their side of the story, and it doesn’t change with you. If anything, it’s worse when he gets a thing for you. He knows there’s a specific beauty to you that makes his heart beat a little too fast for his liking.

Ted will think it’s AM’s doing, making him want to crawl back to your arms after each torturous hour of the day. At some point, he asks, and it turns out AM did nothing with it. The blame is then put on you, you cursed him! You’re truly terrible!

He knows how romance works but hasn’t felt it in such a long time to the extent he forgets sometimes. Ted would watch as you helped Gorrister calm down or be close with Ellen and feel an awful sense of hatred. He barely differentiates if it’s toward the person you’re with or toward you.

Ted has a habit of getting caught in his thoughts, so once he realizes that the feeling is love, he would be beyond annoyed. He’s got so much going on to the extent love is not what he needs now!

It’s indescribable how much he loves praise. He’s self-conscious to an insane extent (from AM, though he doesn’t know it) and needs some reassurance that you truly love him. If you praise him before he confesses how he feels, it will solidify the idea that he likes you. Again, more blame is put on you.

Your beauty would play a part in his insecurity, it wouldn’t affect the relationship to the extent that he’d leave you. But it would be rather prominent with the way he talks about you then himself. Just consistent sayings of “I don’t deserve you”, it’s less manipulation and more so genuine insecurity. Ted is so insecure to the extent he never understood why you love him the way he loves you.

Physical affection would be gradual with how terrible Ted is to himself. It would be years before a normal amount of touch was visible in the relationship. Of course, there are ways to get him in your palm: praise him and he’ll basically melt. Though make sure he doesn’t think twice about your affection, he’ll be more willing to push away.

Ted isn’t the most affectionate person, but he knows that he has you for love. He’ll hold you as tight as he can once he fully gets comfortable and admires you silently.

Ted is hesitant with PDA but once he tries it, he’ll understand why he would walk down the street and see couples holding hands and kissing in public. He’d hold your hand on the journey for the canned peaches, making sure you were there with him.

Since he asked about the AI changing his brain to feel funny things for you, AM would use you to torture Ted. He’d take you, torture you beyond compare, and bring you back in the hands of an angel or another man. And Ted would take you back with care, taking your hand to continue the journey. It would affect him less if you were brought back in the hands of an angel, it would just solidify the idea AM is God but the man would hurt more, especially if it’s a guy who looks nothing like him. He’d puff his chest and continue without a word.

Kisses are another form of affection he loves, feeling your lips on his face, specifically his lips. His arms would tighten instinctively from the newfound affection and adore you each time.

Part of him would like being in a relationship since he knows the closest thing he had with Ellen wasn't real love and knows that she was “obligated” to help the men. Now that he has you, he hasn’t gone back to stress her more. It’s not only a mix of thankfulness from him for real love, but also one from Ellen. She’s already got so much from the four combined but thankfully, it would go down to three only.

It’s not unlikely for him to still accuse you of being against him too, saying you were plotting against him with the other men then running off to sit with his thoughts. It being a couple hours, days, weeks, months, years even doesn’t matter. You’ll find him again and assure him with your love. Ted’s bound to crawl back to you anyway.

Ted would try his best with being romantic, though it’s not his first idea to do. He’d try holding hands and calling you sweet names, and trying to make you swoon. But at the end of the day, he’s an awkward man. The others would see how he tries and cringe from the words he would say. You would laugh and accept his oddness with open arms.

He has a habit of following you like a dog sometimes, especially when he’s not wallowing in his own sadness. Ted would follow you around and talk to you, really about anything, about his life and what he liked to do before AM.

Ted would watch over you in your sleep, keeping your body to his chest as he laid awake, the dark bags under his eyes would gradually get worse. He was guarding you from nothing that was there, it was all his hallucinations. It’s truly the thought that counts, isn’t it?

A lot of convincing for him originally done by Ellen would later be done by you. When that hairy creature ran at him while on the walk to the peaches, he ran and hid. You would take your time guiding him from hiding, with words of praise and kisses for him.

The rest of the group (Gorrister and Nimdok) would use you to get Ted to do something with them. If he didn’t want to go about doing something with them and they didn’t want to split, they’d use you as a compromise. But if you agreed to stay with Ted, it’d be nearly impossible for the rest of the group to get him going until you egged him on.

By the end, when it turned out there wasn’t anything they could use for the peaches, Ted would kill you first. As much as it hurt to do, he’d want you out the quickest and confirmed gone. He wants you happy at any time he can get you to smile but if you must die for that, so be it.

When AM turns him into the soft blob when the group is dead, he would one day wish the AI would give him pity and kill him. Maybe in heaven he won’t look like the creature AM turned him into, even then, he could only hope you would love him just as much as when he was human.

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can you write hurt/comfort of ted from ihnmaims x reader? (reader comforting ted please :)

Oh good god, let me give you my life.

Ted (IHNMAIMS) x Gender neutral! Reader hurt comfort headcanons

Summary: After running from the group because of the monster in the dark, your affection is possibly the only thing that will get him back to the group.

Warnings: Description of torture, blood, loser Ted, slight verbal degradation from Ted.

Word count: 1.5k

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The monster was real. Ted saw it himself. The firelight did little to show the true horror of the being. He knew how able AM was to create such beings, but he knew only so much. Maybe he had forgotten about it and got hungry. The creature had lunged at him, he had run, and it had caught him. How stupid the group truly was, not running when he did. How pitiful! How idiotic! Ted knew they were stupid, but he didn’t think they were this stupid!

Ted had run for hours, the muscles in his legs had gone limp, and his throat and lungs burned. But he didn’t stop, a single stop meant the monster would get him. He learned that lesson once that run and didn’t stop until it had gone away. Now, he lay in the fetal position, his knees to his chest, anxious thoughts filled his mind. Every sound could have been that thing.

His screams haunted him, he could only imagine the horror that AM was so entertained by. Ted’s hands still shook, even now, even hours or possibly days after the attack. The scars left behind by the hairy creature filled Ted’s thigh with a burning sensation, the red slashes accompanied by maroon blood on his pants. Occasionally, he would groan in pain, the feeling so overwhelming he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a sound. The monster had gotten a hold of his thigh when he stopped once, pushing its claws deep into the flesh.

The time was spent getting lightheaded from blood loss and hunger pains, then passing out for who knows how long. Ted barely moved a muscle when he was awake, his joints hurt every time he moved, and more pain wasn’t preferred. His hair had grown to fit into the shape he lay with. His eyes would go dry and blank when he saw something shift from the crack in the crawlspace and look at it just in case.

He heard AM tell the time maybe three… or four times? Were the times the traditional hour or day announcements? He couldn’t remember the exact number of times. 

“Ted!” A memorable voice called from down the abyss of metal plates. Ted stayed on the ground, curled up. He waited several seconds, waiting for another call or something more convincing. AM could have had that thing learn to mimic people.

“Ted?!” The voice called again. Ted stayed again. The darkness of the crawlspace is only illuminated by the cold lighting from outside. Shadows danced around the room, moving from side to side. The objects outside his hiding spot made loud screeches as they were moved harshly. The voices consistently called again, several of which were men.

Ted stared at the door, brought his hand up, wincing from the stretch of his muscles, and opened the crawlspace. The cold light annoyed his eyes and caused him to look away quickly. Gorrister’s voice called to you when he saw the bunched-up man.

The fast click of shoes filled the stuffy air of the crawlspace. Ted brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed eagerly.

“We’ve been looking for you for a while now,” you say with a smile, delicately crouching to see inside the crawlspace. Ted stared attentively at you, watching as you sat close to him. The warmth from your thigh close to his gave it away that you were real. Your eyes wandered over the injuries left by the creature. “It got you, huh?”

You weren’t honest about finding him, he knew that! If you truly wanted him back, you would have so much earlier.

“Why didn’t you find me earlier? I bet you hate me too!” Ted mumbled suddenly, changing the subject quickly to feel something similar to pride about being right. You paused and sucked in a breath.

“You think that about all of us,” you state teasingly, knowing he would be quick to displeasure. Your hands were brought down to his thigh, carefully touching the wounded tissue. He flinched when you touched it particularly hard. He pulled away hastily. “We thought you would find your way back.”

Ted glared at you through his dark lashes. It was true but why would he admit that? It would hurt more than if he did such a thing! “Why didn’t you follow? I said there was something and I expected you to run with! You’re an idiot!” He exclaimed with extreme anger.

You hesitate at his sudden outburst; blinking was your only facial movement for several seconds. You laughed. Laughed? At him? Ted narrowed his eyes and almost naturally pointed at you and quickly went to accusations. “Why are you laughing? There’s nothing funny about this!” Ted spat and waited for your explanation.

“No! I’m not laughing at you! I didn’t see it! None of us saw it!” You said and held a hand to your chest to calm your breathing. “I couldn’t see it at all, the fire didn’t reach where you were pointing. None of us ran because none of us saw! But you did. That’s good, it means you have better eyesight than us.”

Better. Of course he was better. Maybe you weren’t stupid since you knew he was better than the entire group combined. Ted got quiet quickly and watched as you gently kissed his knuckle. “Of course, I am,” Ted mumbled, hoping he would come off as confident, which very obviously didn’t.

You suddenly engulfed him in your arms, squeezing slightly around his shoulders. Your hands slowly moved to his hair. Now Ted looked up at you as you engulfed him in your warm embrace. Your hands had gone to his hair and down his body, gently touching the wounds left by the demon that had found him. How he wanted to sob but he wouldn’t allow himself. It was almost instinctual how he wanted to cry each time you held him so kindly.

Ted didn’t dare push you away. Your lips continuously peppered his face in the sweet affection. Though he saw you as less than him, he felt there was a beauty to your kisses. No matter if you were buttering him up. Several minutes were spent in your arms, simply silent with your tender love, your hands in his hair, lips to his cheeks. The occasional kiss on the lips was the best part for him, his tense arms moving to hold you close. He wished he could put force into holding you, maybe your love would have lasted longer.

“We’re going to go for the peaches soon,” you state, staying close, taking his hand, and rubbing the dried blood from his fingertips. Ted glanced at the opening, watching the feet of the other group members, standing patiently or aimlessly walking around out of boredom. He shook his head quickly and pulled away again.

“It’s still out there!” Ted spat and pulled himself up to the best of his abilities. You narrowed your eyes and looked back at the others too. Gorrister had gone off with telling Benny about a story he liked, Nimdok in silent thought, and Ellen holding Benny with care.

“Whatever you saw isn’t out there. See?” You bring your hands to your body and pat yourself down. The feeling of your hands moving away from his body made the spots you touched feel cold. “I’m fine, and so are the others. It’s not here anymore.”

You try to pull him up again, but he doesn’t budge, very obviously too because of his annoyed look. You pause and look at his injuries again, truly assessing the damages. “It’s healed a bit,” you say, it was obvious. The blood around it had dried, including the puddle that had started a while back.

Ted braced himself as you caressed the affliction, covering it to the best of your ability with his torn pant leg. He pushes your hands away when you put a little too much pressure on one of the scabs, causing it to break open and let a small amount of the scarlet liquid out again. “Don’t touch me!” He hissed and slapped your arm out of anger.

You stare at the blood as it trailed and got sucked in by the fabric. Taking his hand into yours, you bring your head down to his injured thigh. Ted stiffened when he felt your lips gently kiss around the sensitive flesh.

A kiss. Ted looked down at you as you placed the kisses, a confused expression on his face. But he realized the gravity of the situation. He was getting comforting affection from you. Again! Each kiss left by your kind lips made him moan softly from the sting, even if it had partially healed.

You kept your head down for several minutes, you knew him so well that any affection for a long while would make him a lost dog for you. If you pulled away now and made him vulnerable enough, he’d beg you for another kiss. You could get him up and moving.

You were too kind to him, if only there was a way to repay you.

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This request may include triggering content involving mental illness and self harm, so please just delete it if you aren't comfortable doing writing that mentions these things.

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But could I request Ted x a fem S/I who has self-loathing and OCD about whether or not she is a bad person and if she accidentally hurt other people in the past, maybe reassuring her and talking her out of "punishing" herself?

If not, I understand, hope you have a good day!

Everything's Okay

TWs: Mental Illness, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Canon-typical Violence, Minor gore

A/N: I want to start this off by saying, I don't have OCD. And because I don't have OCD, even with the amount of research I can put into it, I still do hold a bit of worry that this isn't 100% accurate. That being said, I understand feeling that type of way completely. So I hope that this does give you the representation you are looking for, and if not, I would honestly be okay with trying to rewrite this to be more accurate. Also, I didn't know how to add in the fact that it's a fem reader, so this story actually ended up being gender-neutral in the way that, no name or pronouns are used at all. I am very comfortable writing darker topics such as this, my only worry is doing it well. So I really would like feedback for this in particular, because I want to do it right. And for those of you who also feel this way: You're not a bad person. A bad person would not be so scared at the idea of being bad. People make mistakes. People have flaws. That's just being human, and IHNMAIMS is a perfect example of that. As long as you try to do the good thing, the right thing, you're not completely, irredeemably bad. You can be better, and you probably already are better than you believe yourself to be. And I wish you all the best in your journeys of learning that.

Ted couldn’t believe you. Any of you! God, of course! 

It’s not enough that now they had to deal with a blind Benny; he had to deal with both you and Ellen being absolutely hysterical! All because Gorrister didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself! All because you didn’t know how to keep your mouth shut and not make things worse! All because Ellen didn’t know how to stop making a pity party of herself!

All of you-! It was all of you! If you all could stop getting at each other’s throats, at his back, maybe he could do something more! Maybe he could find a way to get out of this mess! God-!

He didn’t know where you had run off to. It happened in the chaos of trying to get Benny down from the ledge. Your voice, laced with panic and desperation, trying to call him down. Tensions were high, and at some point, you had snapped at Gorrister momentarily for his lack of concern. Everyone saw through it though, the same way they saw through Ellen’s concern; neither of you cared. No, of course not, why would you? No one did. There wasn’t any reason to in a Hell like this. And with the two of you distraught, a part of him couldn’t blame Gorrister for having enough. 

By the time Benny was settled down, enough for them to keep going, you were nowhere to be found. He didn’t have time for this; none of them did! So he went to look for you. Better him than Gorrister; Ellen and Nimdok too preoccupied to help. Of course, leave it to him to do everything.

“Come on!” He yelled, walking back the way they came. He called out your name, but you never answered. “Where did you go?! Stop hiding already!”

He walked past blinking lights and metal walls. He walked past wires, and circuits, and bits of machinery scattered about everywhere. It shouldn’t have been hard to find you, and yet, you had to make it harder on him. Of course. Of course!

He must’ve walked for multiple minutes, or maybe it was even an hour, before he heard your voice. Or what he could only imagine was your voice. The same pitch, the same sound- but the tone was different. It was… familiar to him. In ways he wasn’t sure were great. He could hear you muttering to yourself, and as he got closer, he could make out words.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid-!”

“Hey!”

You shrieked, and jumped away from him as he finally reached your side. He watched as you backed away from him, eyes wide while your hands flew behind your back. “Ted-! Ted, hi- hi!” You said, looking him up and down. “I, uh- um- I was-” You bit your lip, taking a short breath, “How’s Benny?”

… Something was definitely wrong. How you were acting now wasn’t normal. You were too jittery- too on edge- but he paid it no mind. Either way, your actual words irritated him, and his eye twitched. “He’s blind. What do you think?”

“I- I know that! I just- I mean- He’s down, right? And everyone else is helping him? So- that means he’s okay, at least, for now, right?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” He shot back.

“I know, I’m sorry-”

“Why can’t you keep your mouth shut?” He pushed, glaring at you, “You realize you weren’t helping, right? We were already trying to handle Benny and Ellen throwing another one of her pity parties, we didn’t need you freaking out, either!”

You took another step away from him, flinching at his cruel words. It only made his irritation grow, and a part of him almost understood why Gorrister slapped you; it was wrong, yes, but it was just too much!

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“But you did! You made things worse, in fact! Don’t you know how to stay calm?! How to keep your mouth shut?! Panicking doesn’t help any of us! Don’t you realize what kind of situation we’re in?!”

“O- Of course I do-!”

“Do you?! Do you really?! Because here I am, having to handle everything again, because you can’t keep your mouth shut, and because Gorrister doesn’t know how to control himself, when we’re supposed to be trying to help Benny since he just went blind! And now, instead of moving north like we’re supposed to, they all have to wait for me to come get you, which puts us in more danger than we’re already, in since the two of us are now out in the open where anything could get us, and worst of it all, you can’t even mean you’re sorry!”

“But I am-”

“But you’re not, or you wouldn’t look so guilty right now! You’re not sorry, you’re just upset someone’s finally saying something about how you act!”

“I- I’m sorry-”

“You’re not sorry! Stop saying you’re sorry! God, why can’t you just do something right?!”

…

He hadn’t realized he had backed you up against a wall until he was staring into eyes that reflected himself. He hadn’t realized he was yelling, either. Ted stepped back and scoffed. 

One small part regretted pushing you, but the rest of him said it was deserved. You needed to hear the truth. You did mess things up. And worst of all, you weren’t even sorry. Hell, if anything, you were probably saying it just to mock him. He knew you hated him- That’s why you never actually meant your apologies. Anything nice you ever said wasn’t genuine. It was all just a way to try and make yourself out as better than all of them. Ellen had her tactics of doing it, and you clearly had yours. He had enough of it! Enough of all the crying and the yelling and-

… and… 

He turned to look at you seeing you visibly shaking. Your chest heaved. Your breathing was too erratic; eyes too wide. Tears had already begun to spill down your face, and a sharp pain went through Ted’s chest at the sight.

… Fuck.

“I�� Ted, I…” You gulped down air, pressing yourself against the wall, “I’m sorry…”

“Hey-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” You repeated, like it was the only phrase you knew. Your breathing quickened, and your hands reached up to your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair. Ted’s emotions all melted away, leaving behind concern and fear as he watched you begin to pull at it harshly. “I didn’t mean it- I didn’t-! Fuck, I didn’t mean to-!”

“Wait-”

“God, FUCK, I’m so stupid-!” You suddenly yelled, banging one of your hands against the metal wall. It was enough to make him jump back in shock, “I knew I fucked it up! I always fuck it up! I thought I was helping, I just want to help, and every time I try-!”

“Hold on, I didn’t-”

“I’m sorry!” You yelled louder, drowning out his voice, “I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for it! I just- Fuck! Fuck-! I didn’t mean it! I- I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

The words hit him like a train. Before he knew it, you had slid down to the floor, shaking and sobbing, ripping at your hair and saying things that made no sense. Things about people he didn’t recognize- how you just knew those other times were your fault too, that you knew they were right to call you awful, that it had to be you that was the problem. 

Your hands moved from your hair to your arms, beginning to scratch and pull at the skin, and it was then he noticed just how red your arms already were. In the midst of your panic, he could hear you say something about tearing the “awfulness” out of you

Fuck.

Fuck. 

What did he do? He had no clue what to do. Ted felt paralyzed, watching the scene play out before him. The sobbing wasn’t stopping, and there was no way he could get to the others in time to try and help snap you out of your panic attack.

He could feel eyes on both of them. The sound of a short burst of static shot out behind him.

He was watching. 

You must’ve heard it too, because you flinched and covered your face with your arms, nails digging into your face. Your voice grew in sound. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You yelled, and he knew you weren’t talking to him. “I can be good! I can be better! I know I can, I just-! I need to tear it out! I need to get it out of me, I can do it-! Please-!”

… He couldn’t feel anything but regret now.

Regret didn’t help, though. He needed to do something- anything. But he wasn’t good at this; he had never been good at this-! Stopping panic attacks was Ellen’s department, not his! And if anything, seeing you panic only made him start to panic. But he had to do something. 

He looked down at you, trying to block out the noise and just think it through. A faint memory tugged at him, reminding him of how he used to handle these types of scenarios. How Ellen would handle his. Would it really work, though?

He didn’t have the luxury of sitting around until a better idea popped up. 

Steeling his nerves, he moved directly in front of you and kneeled down. “Hey.”

You flinched once more, covering your face further. “Please-!”

“Stop saying that.” He said firmly. He reached over and grabbed your hands, tight enough that you couldn’t pull away. Slowly, he pulled them away from your face, being met with blurry eyes and awful red marks on your cheeks. You could only freeze up, staring at him. “I need you to listen to me. Are you listening? Can you hear me?”

Your breath hitched. “I-”

“It’s okay.” His voice softened. “Everything’s okay.”

With no room to hesitate now, he wrapped your arms around his neck, then wrapped his own around your middle, pulling you into a hug. He could feel you tense up in his hold, and he had to do his best to hide his own discomfort. It was awkward, definitely unpleasant, but anything to get you to stop at this rate. 

“Relax. Everything’s okay.” He whispered, keeping a tight hold on you.

“I… No… No, it’s not-” Your voice cracked, and another sharp pain went through him. He could feel you trembling in his arms; how your nails were now digging into his back, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. “Ted, I’m so awful-”

“No, you’re not.” He reassured, leaving no room to argue. “You’re not awful. You were trying to help.”

“But I-!”

“There’s no but.” He held you tighter. He knew what he needed to say next. But he still struggled to get it out. “… I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. You were trying to help.”

“I… No…” 

“I mean it. You’re not awful. You were trying to help. And that’s okay. Everything is okay.” He repeated.

Maybe there was a God. Maybe there was a Sweet Jesus. It was the only thing he could think of as you slowly began to calm down. The tears didn’t stop whatsoever, but every time he felt your breathing begin to pick up, he squeezed you; a subtle way to ground you and remind you he was there. 

He probably hated it was him and not someone else, like Ellen. Perfect, pristine Ellen, who could do no wrong. Who knew how to comfort a person better than he ever could. But if he did, he didn’t show it. He could live with that for the time being. 

… Awful. No, you weren’t awful at all. Far from it, in fact. You were so much better than he ever was; than he ever could be. He was the one who yelled at you until you cried and hurt yourself. He was the one who put this thought in your head that you needed to make up for something that didn’t exist. Hell, he couldn’t even say sorry to you. Compared to him, you were perfect. He should’ve been the one apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

A part of him hated himself for not being able to actually apologize to you.

Eventually, your tears died down as well. Then, your shaking. But he didn’t let go until your breathing returned to somewhat-normal as well.

When he finally pulled away, he held your shoulders and made sure you couldn’t look away from him. He tried not to look away from you, either. “… You didn’t mean it. You were trying to help. I know.”

“… Y… Yeah…” You managed to choke out, nodding.

“Thank you. For trying to help. You’re… You’re a good person. I mean that.” 

Did he sound sincere enough? Did you believe that? No- why would you? He had been awful to you. And what kind of person would believe someone they hated?

“M-Mhm…” You nodded again.

“…” 

He wanted to say more. He wanted to beg you to not do that to yourself again. That he couldn’t stand the sight of you so afraid, or the sound of your crying. He wanted to plead with you to come to him if you ever felt so awful that you had to pull it out of you, because one look at him would have been enough to remind you, no, you were so much better compared to him.

… But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. 

So he squeezed your shoulders, then stood up, offering his hand. Shakily, you took it, and he helped you back onto your feet.

Before he pulled his hand away, he looked at your face one last time. At the red marks, and the way your eyes were still glossy from crying. And he just couldn’t let himself leave everything unsaid, either. 

“The next time Gorrister puts his hands on you,” He squeezed your hand, looking directly into your eyes, “You tell me, okay?”

You said nothing for a few moments. And he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe for you to shove his hand away. Maybe to tell him off, or yell in his face, or do something that would make him stop feeling so worried for you. He didn’t have time to feel worry for anyone- least of all for people who hated him. 

But you didn’t. You just nodded, using her free hand to wipe at her eyes. “Okay.” You whispered finally.

…

“Okay.”

He let go of your hand and turned away from you. “Come on, let’s head back.”

The two of you walked in silence. 

And the worry in his heart never went away.