#issac foster x reader

[okchijt]

could you do an yandere alphabet with zack foster? thanks <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I actually finished both the manga, the game, and the anime not too long ago, so I hope I do a good job here! Zack is one of my favorite anime characters so I hope I do him justice or else this will be embarrassing 😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy! ❤

Issac "Zack" Foster -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Zack has never felt the urge to show affection to anyone, nor did he ever receive it. The subject is foreign to him so he never even thought about it, that is until he met you. Surprisingly affection from Zack is delicate at first, viewing you as some fragile object that he can easily break, making him gentle with you at first. As your relationship grows he will become more desperate and intense, no longer holding you as gently as before. He'll press you hard against his chest as he entangles you in his limbs, hiding you away from the world, enjoying having you all to himself.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Is that even a question nobody knows the answer to? He obviously will, before he met you he was always bloody, and during a relationship with you he will continue to get messy if he wants/needs to. Especially now that Zack has you he might even seek it out more, wanting to eliminate the competition immediately.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Maybe, the most Zack will do is whine about you being too loud for him and to "shut up". However, the more you keep your act up the more irritated he gets and besides raising his voice at you he might start mocking you just to enforce the point that if you don't settle down, things will only get worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If it's NSFW stuff, then that's a no. Everything else is essentially fair game though. Zack's gonna force you to do a lot of things if it's for the sake of your health even if you don't want to out of rebellion. You will be forced to eat, wash, clothe yourself, etc. Zack doesn't want you dying on him, so you ain't getting out of this one unwillingly. The same can be said with affection, there is no way you're strong enough to push him away so if Zack wants to hold you or kiss you, he will. Doesn't matter how hard you manage to fight back, you're his and he will eventually get his way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Never, Zack won't dare to show you even a lick of weakness to you. Maybe while he's sleeping you'll catch him mumbling about something in his past, but that's all you're gonna get because you'll never hear or witness being vulnerable willingly.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd find it slightly amusing at first, before quickly changing his mind seeing that you're being serious and telling you to knock it off. Even though Zack is a big strong guy, he would never use his strength to hurt you. Instead, if you continue to dismiss his orders he'll either lock you somewhere to come down and keep you there until you do or physically hold you down or against something until your tantrum is over, all the while telling you to calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Zack only plays games with his victims, but you're not prey to him, you are much more than that. Nothing makes Zack angrier than you getting away from him, he'll instantly go berserk, destroying everything in his path just to get you back, and he won't stop until that happens. Once he has you back he'd lock you up somewhere for as long as it takes him to calm down, which we all know will take hours if not days for Zack to do so. Making you rethink each time if escape is really worth it cause even after calming down he'll be harsher to you than usual, and that won't be fun either. Though that will pass with time too.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Witnessing him slaughter people. Zack doesn't really care if you see him commit the crime or not, he doesn't think it's that big of a deal, at least for him. Zack would be so confused upon witnessing your horror over the situation, he doesn't get it and then is massively insensitive about it, making you even more terrified of him and his lack of human compassion and morality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely not marriage or kids, because let's face it, with him being a killer and his immaturity, none of those things are logically happening, he won't even consider them. All Zack wants is to just have you with him by his side forever, that's all he needs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does. When Zack is jealous he lashes out at the person who made him feel this way. You're his and he won't let anybody take you away from him. Zack somehow becomes even more angry and violent when jealous, how dare someone try to take you away from him he will make sure their death will be as painful as possible. Once he is done with his tantrum, Zack will act cold but possessive with you. He'd barely speak to you and only curse under his breath as he holds you in any way possible, reminding himself and you about who you actually belong to.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly, Zack would act as his normal usual self around you. The only difference is his lack of urge to harm you in any way, instead wanting to keep you safe and sheltered from the world. There's also his overprotectiveness of you, you come first in any situation so Zack will go overboard for you every time just to keep you safe. You can argue he'd be the same as with Rachel, the difference being that anything involving you is taken by Zack 100% even more seriously. Heck, he'd even try his hand at being nicer and gentler with you because of how much you matter to him. Other than everything that involves you, he's still the same old Zack.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Zack doesn't even think of a plan about how to approach you, he'd approach you like any other victim of his, but with the lack of trying to kill you of course. Even if you try to run Zack will catch up and try one last time to be "nice" and "patient" with you, wanting you to come with him willingly as that would be easier for him. If you still refuse, understandably so, Zack will either knock you out or forcefully drag you to his hiding spot/where he lives and no amount of screaming or protesting will get you out of this one.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. Like I said before, outside of a few differences, especially with the ones involving you, Zack acts exactly the same. He's just more gentler and caring towards you compared to other people. But like I said, there's barely any difference between his normal self and his yandere self.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The only punishment you'd ever get is isolation or more rights being taken away. Zack would never physically harm you, so he'd use other methods to reinforce the point that you are punished. As mentioned before, Zack will lock you away inside an empty room for as long as it takes for him to calm down or feel like you've learned your lesson. When it comes to rights, Zack will just limit the amount of freedom you had before or will take stuff away from you for a period of time that keeps you entertained. He'd discipline you as if you were a child, and even though that may feel dehumanizing, it's not Zack's outright intent to make you feel that way. It's just his only way of punishing you without actually laying his hands/weapon on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only the ones that personally threaten, Zack. For example, never go anywhere without him near you. No weapons near you are allowed, for your safety and his. The only human contact as well as interaction is with him only, nobody is allowed to be as close to you as he is, the only exception is Rachel. Basically, the only rights that are taken away from you or are at least limited are the ones where you would have a chance of escaping or hurting Zack, other than that Zack doesn't care how you spend your time. As long as you aren't going against his rules he's fine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Zack is not a patient person, at all, I think we all know that. That being said, when it comes to you he tries his best to be more patient. Sure at some point he will snap and throw a little tantrum, but he'll be far more careful about it than with anyone else, always keeping in mind not to accidentally hurt you. He'd try to be gentle with his yelling at you, trying not to be as harsh as he usually would be with everyone else, but even that's hard for him. Only for you does he try to be somewhat nicer even when he's being mean.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not sure, it depends on the scenario. If you somehow escaped him then be prepared to be forever on the run cause he is coming. You have been claimed by Zack as his and that means no matter where you go he's right behind you. Zack would never give up in trying to find you, he'd destroy everything and everyone in his path if he had to, anything to have you by his side again. But if you die, Zack would completely shut himself out emotionally, he'd be a sad shell of his former self. Forever angry and miserable, he would not be able to move on from that, only becoming even worse and more violent of a killer, wanting the world to feel his anger by slaughtering people because that's all Zack would have left. He'd add couples to his list of people he would kill, the sight of happy couples too much for him to handle after losing you. After all, if he can't have you, then nobody else can have that form of happiness that was taken away from him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope! Guilt and Zack? Never! There is no guilt or even a thought of ever letting you go in his head, ever. It's not like Zack thinks he's justified or that he's doing the right thing, but there's no way in hell that will stop him from having you if that's what he wants. As far as Zack's concerned your place belongs with him and that alone is enough for him to not think twice about taking you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is definitely a part of it. At first, you were supposed to be another one of his victims, but as he stalked you, observed your actions, and got to see your personality and how attractive you were. Zack didn't even mind your smile, heck, you could even say he liked it! It all frustrated him so much, that he could not understand this feeling! The longer he followed you the less he found himself wanting to kill you, but to keep you. So every day he would find you by chance just to watch you, to understand why you gave him this annoying sting in his chest. Zack was so scared and angry for feeling this way for you at first, it made him feel so weak. All he could think about was having you, and that's what ultimately pushed him into making you his whether you wanted to or not.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing and hearing you so vulnerable gives Zack an unwanted sting in his chest. He feels both irritated and worried, just wanting you to stop and calm down. At first, Zack would ignore you, thinking you'll get it out of your system without his help, but the longer you go on the more he feels does annoying emotions. He'd finally snap and tell you to stop, his tone and words harsh but his actions the absolute opposite, gentle and sweet. Pulling you into his arms as he continues to tell you to shut it as he pats your head and runs his other arm up and down your back, in an attempt to soothe you. He'll stay like that with you as long as it takes for you to calm down, absolutely giving you mixed signals unintentionally with his opposite intentions of helping you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Zack will still happily kill people even if they're not in his way in regards to you. Whereas most other yandere's kill out of necessity for their darling, Zack doesn't need that type of excuse and just kills whenever he pleases, even if it doesn't involve you in the slightest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His immense anger. When Zack enters his temper tantrum, he always makes sure not to be in your vicinity to not accidentally hurt you. You can use that time to escape, but like I said before, Zack will eventually catch on that you're gone and will immediately run after you. No matter how far or long you run, he will always catch up to you and bring you back.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never hurt you physically, but even though he never intends to hurt you emotionally, he does it sometimes without even realizing it. He may raise his voice at you and use harsh words a lot, this man has no filter and is still learning what isn't offensive or is sensitive for you so he may make you cry or angry sometimes without meaning to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don't think there would be any worship in the relationship. He's not that obsessed with you to actually worship you. Zack loves you on a yandere level, sure, but he won't kiss the ground you walk on, he'd just treat you with more care than a normal person, is all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As established before, Zack is not a patient man by any means and will at most take him a few days to a week before he snaps and just takes you. The fact he just doesn't take you immediately says something because it means he wanted to study you first to understand this strange feeling you make him feel. Wanting to figure out first if it's just him wanting to kill you, or a new unknown feeling entirely.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never intend to actually do that, but I can see that happening, depending on how well your mental health will handle the situation of being, loved by an obsessive killer that kills on the regular while having him and maybe Rachel as the only human contact you can get with a poor living situation. So it depends on the person, but I feel like most people would not be able to handle something like this after a while if not immediately, and break.

[deathc-re]

zack is obsessed with you. from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet he worships every single inch of your body. the thought of anyone else touching you, the thought of anyone else even looking at you drives him into a quiet frenzie, blood boiling and hands itching for his scyth.

that's how you ended up here, late at night in the bathroom of some random convenience store. getting pushed up against the wall, his calloused hands covering your mouth and red eyes staring into yours dangerously.

"you like him huh? that fucking cashier?" he huffed, maneuvering his pants with his free hand. "you like how he looked at you and smiled? i bet he wants to fuck you, baby. y'know he can't, right?"

you nodded, feeling the heat rush between your legs. he moved his hand and took your lips for a kiss. he was hungry for you, starving, and you could hear it in his groans that came out like growls. he pulled away and smiled at you wickedly, before pushing you down to your knees and tapping his angry red tip against your lips. diligently, you opened your mouth and took him in, looking up at him with this eyes that drove him even crazier.

"oh you're just gorgeous." he breathed, reaching down to cup your face. you took more and more of him in, eyes screwing shut at the tight feeling in your throat.

he whimpered, grabbing your hair to guide your head. it usually started off slow, him letting you adjust to him, but not today. his pace was brutal, and you were sure he'd bruised the back of your throat. the tears at the corners of your eyes and gags that rang through bathroom only spurred him on further, the coil in his stomach loosening.

"ugh- fuck babe yk i love you right? hottest f-fucking thing to walk-" his voice came out pitchy and desperate. the heat you felt between your legs only grew with each of his praises.

suddenly he pulled you off him. with a huff you leaned back against the wall behind you, drool dripped down your chin, tears stained the corners of your eyes and cheeks, and you looked at him with confusion. he stroked himself at your look, grunts and moans spewing out of him in a tangle of sounds.

in a burst he leaked onto your face, hot ropes landing all over you. he let out a deep sigh, turning to lean against the wall with you, weakling placing himself back in his pants. you looked over at him with mild annoyance, wiping him off your face and standing to go rinse in the sink.

"where are you off to handsome? don't think i'd leave you hanging."

an: first request omg!! it's a male reader but i wasn't too specific so hopefully everyone can enjoy it 🗣️

not my best work but i'm writing this on the plane back from germany (i'm paranoid the lady behind me is reading this filth lmao)

[thelaughtercafe]

Muted Memories Chapter 2

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers:  Verbal and physical abuse, dissociating as a trauma response, nondescriptive murder, descriptive threats(not at reader).

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 4k+

Summary: Library explorations, and meeting new characters, fun for the whole family!

A/N: Chapter 2 is here!! Excited I finally got this done!! I’m not fully happy with the way it turned out but after messing with a few other ideas, I decided to go with the one I wrote while genuinely triggered since it felt the most raw and real.

I’m okay now; emotional flashbacks just really suck. Do not recommend lmao. Hope everyone enjoys and please do leave feedback! Always excited to hear from my readers on what they think!! ❤️

The rest of the day was easy once Zack dragged you back. Ray had thanked him in a reverent tone, to which the bandaged boy had only ruffled her hair fondly. They really were close. You hadn’t been expecting him to do the same to you however and it showed as you ducked your head to hide your burning face in Ray’s shoulder a moment. She giggled at your embarrassment and pet your hair. 

You all sat down and ate after that. Ray was attached to your side the rest of the morning, constantly either hanging off you, holding your hand or hugging you. She seemed touched starved, though given you were as well you easily obliged and accommodated her. You had to go to the library after breakfast since you no longer had a laptop and Zack had declined your offer to come, saying he had “better shit to do”. 

You shrugged him off but again reminded him to take anything he needed and disguised Rachel in one of your big hoodies before heading out. When talking about how well they were known they said their popularity had been dying down and they’d come here since it was so out of the way, hoping to find a forever home.

The air was a little chilly so you were glad you’d bundled up Rachel, however you were left shivering a little, given your other hoodie was still being repaired. You’d torn a noticeable hole in it on a rushed run out one day and the mender was blind; a friend Mr. Takamata had met and grown close to, and you had as well in turn. You wouldn’t give your business to anyone else despite the longer wait times. His job was always impeccable. Maybe you could get it on the way back, if he was still open. 

“Alright, to the library! We’ll go grocery shopping tonight on the way home and I’ll make dinner.”

“We’re gonna spend the whole day there?”

Rachel sounded excited at the prospect and you hummed in agreement. 

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind. I need to do some school work and print out an essay. After that I figured I could show you some of my favorite books and maybe bring some home for Zack too.“

"That sounds fun but…mm…" 

Ray sounded happy at the prospect but trailed off and seemed conflicted, looking at the ground as she walked. 

"What’s wrong?”

“Oh I suppose it’s okay if I tell you. Zack can’t read.”

You blinked at that. He was around your age wasn’t he? You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had a lot of inner trauma in addition to the physical. 

You smiled down at Ray though, swinging your held hands cheerfully. 

“I’ll get him some anyway. He doesn’t have to learn if he doesn’t want to of course, but I’d be more than happy to teach him. Even if he doesn’t, I like to read aloud anyway so he can enjoy it that way if he’d like.”

Ray gave a contemplative hum. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice to us. After everything we’ve done-”

You heard her voice crack and quickly stopped walking, gently pulling her aside and crouching down to her level to allow the other people milling about to pass. 

“Hey, hey! You keep sayin’ that, but from what I’ve seen you two are both damaged, but have been kind to me. It’s like I told Zack last night too…I’m lonely, sad as that may sound. So…no more apologies, okay? I’m happy to give you both a place to stay and let you have a fresh start. Mr. Takamata gave one to me…it seems only right that I should do the same.”

Ray threw her arms around you and you hugged her back before moving to stand. 

"Now, how about that library trip?”

She beamed up at you.  

“Let’s go!”

—–

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you both entered the library. It was cold, now. The wind had really picked up and you were already dreading the 20-minute walk back home when it’d be colder tonight.

Maybe you ought to stop by Reginald’s place on the way back after all. Now that you were here though, you had to put your game face on. You had two essays and one story to work on. Your only fun elective this semester was Monsters in Literature. Best teacher too; he reminded you of Robin Williams in his enthusiasm and inspiring words. You had a vague outline of ideas for the story and you wrote often, but creating original content was much harder than the fanworks you were used to. 

The essays were honestly easier. Everyone was always surprised when you told them that, but essay’s were really just cramming as many words as possible to get a simple point across most of the time, and given you enjoyed writing, even if it was boring as sin it was at least easy to bullshit. 

You observed Ray as you put your bookbag down, wanting to get her set up before starting. 

“You’re around 14 right?”

She nodded. 

“15, now actually. As of a few weeks ago.”

“Oh! We’ll have to celebrate. I’ll pick up some overtime, make sure to remind me to get a cake this weekend okay? Just in case my memory goes kaput after all this school work.”

She giggled and nodded happily as you mimed passing out. 

“Do you know what kind of books you like hun? I can get you set up in the right section and then get started here.”

She gave a carefree shrug. 

“I didn’t read much. Too noisy before.” 

Seeing the way her eyes went dull again you got to your feet and held your hand out to her before she could go too deep into her memories.

She took it and you led her into the adjoining room for Young Adult Fiction, not acknowledging the fact that she trembling with anything more than a soothing thumb rub. 

“Here’s the YA section. All kinds of scenarios and characters here- I recommend reading the back or inside of the flap and then just picking whichever one sounds interesting! You can always just go based on the cover if you’d like a more randomized experience though. This is still my favorite section honestly; if you need any help with the words or have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me. Feel free to get comfy, and if anyone that’s not me comes up to you, come get me or yell my name if you get scared, I’ll be just in the other room.”

After making sure she was okay you left her, happy to see she was already hesitantly beginning to explore. 

You sighed in resignation, sitting down and cracking your neck.

No more distractions, time to get your work done!

—–

The day passed quickly, with Ray occasionally coming over to ask for help with a word she didn’t know but it was a rarity and she was already on the 2nd book in a supernatural fantasy series when you were finished. You playfully took it from her to check the title. 

“Ooh Maximum Ride hm? That’s a good one, haven’t read it in ages. One of my favorites at your age too. Let’s bring it home with us huh?”

She nodded eagerly, a big grin on her face as she made grabby hands for the book, and you obliged, quickly grabbing the 3rd and 4th one as well. After a moment’s hesitation you grabbed 2 more for good measure, one for you, and one for Zack. You know how you were as a child and better safe than leave the poor girl on a cliffhanger. Luckily the librarians and you were already well acquainted given you came to volunteer to read to the kids here when you weren’t in school. It was a quick affair to check the books out and you were on your way. 

The essays had given you no trouble and were already sent to your professors…but that damn story had you completely stuck. You knew the general concept you wanted was dealing with possession of some sort but you couldn’t figure out who should be doing the possessing. It was the idea of being out of control you wanted to tap into Such a primal fear so underexplored by most monsters. 

It was still freezing oh God- you shivered as you and Ray made your way home. She looked at you worriedly and you could tell she was going to offer you the jacket but you patted her head. 

“I’ll be okay- gonna s-stop and get my m-m-mended one before groceries after all.” 

You sped walked and reached Reginald’s in record time, who luckily was just about to close up. 

“Reggie, please tell me you have my coat finished?”

Your eyes and voice were pleading and when he reached out to touch your arm in greeting he recoiled, frowning in fatherly disapproval. 

“Young lady, what on Earth are you doing out here in this cold without any protection?”

He sighed heavily and easily made his way back inside, holding the door open for you and Ray. 

It was the same as always, not a speck of dust in sight, but homey and most importantly, warm. You held your hands to your lips and warmed them. You could’ve cried when after a few moments Reginald came out, coat in hand. 

“Oh thank you so much! I’m in your debt! Here-” 

You went to pull out your wallet but at the sound of rustling Reggie tsk’d and shook his head. 

“No need, sweetheart. Can’t let ole’ Takamata’s daughter freeze now can I? How’s about you introduce me to your little friend here and I’ll call it even.”

You smiled fondly and sighed in defeat, slipping your dark burgundy coat over your t-shirt and zipping it up.  

“Fair deal! This is Ray, her and her older brother Zack will be staying with me from now on. They broke in and I couldn’t just turn away hungry people, especially a young girl like her. You know how Mr. Takamata was, he’d roll over in his grave if I didn’t help!”

The lies merged with the truth and Reginald laughed heartily, while Ray looked at you in disbelief. She surely expected you to give them fake names or backstories but there was no need. To lie effectively, you just had to be confident and believe what you were saying. 

“True enough!! Well, nice to meet you little lady, call me Reggie hm? Here, this hoodie feels too thin-”

“Reggie!”

He ignored your exasperated voice and before you knew it he’d tossed a small lilac coat and large black one your way and was shooing you out despite you protests. 

“I’ll hear nothing of it! Consider it a welcoming gift! Now get!” 

“Thank you Reggie. Really.”

He waved you off and patted Ray’s head before walking off. You smirked fondly and turned to look down at Ray. 

“Welp. How’s about we just get something hot and head on home? Zack may get worried if we’re out too much longer.” 

Ray nodded cheerfully. 

“Sounds great to me! I’m starved! That man was really nice, I hope we see him again soon.”

You giggled at her enthusiasm, opting to get pizza at the place right down the hill so it wouldn’t be a long walk. 

“Me too. I’m sure you’ll like him even more as you get to know him. He’s very kind. He has a service dog named Bucky, I’m sure you’ll get to meet them both again soon.” 

You held the pizza and Zack’s new coat, while Ray got the soda, garlic knots and the pepperoni pinwheel you caught her drooling over in the display case. 

You walked through the door with her on your heels, grinning and calling for Zack as you entered. 

“Zack we’re ho-”

Your voice died out at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t breathe. 

Why was he…here?

“Chris?”

That cursed name escaped your lips, bile burned your throat as he smiled and took a step closer. You went to back up, the door still open and remembered Ray and the fact your hands were full. 

Where was Zack? Didn’t matter you had to get Ray to safety. But she was already entering behind you, and setting the food on the table like he wasn’t there. She came over to take the pizza but you were in shock.

“The one and only!” 

His smile twitched, but you knew behind the mask he was seething as Ray began pulling out the food and setting the table. 

“Pizza night hm? Funny. I haven’t gotten my pay this month yet, I trust you have that ready for me?”

You just stared at him in stricken fear. The door was closed but you still felt just as frozen.

“…What are you doing here? How did you find this place?”

“Oh here? I’ve known for years, pet.I just…”

His smirk turned to a sneer. 

“Loosened your leash a little. Now, if you won’t give me what I want, you’re surely not fit to raise a child here. Maybe I’ll take her home…give her a proper enviorment. I mean, she didn’t even greet me properly. You know what happens to impolite children, don’t you?”

You didn’t speak up but you moved your body to block the way to the kitchen, motioning for Ray to run with your free hand, but she was completely oblivious. Your eyes steeled a little, but your voice was still that of a terrified kid. It didn’t matter that you were older now, it didn’t matter that you thought you were getting better. 

Suddenly you were a frightened child all over again. 

“I won’t let you have her.” 

You flinched at the feeling of a hand on you and looked down to find her gripping your hand, tugging you lightly towards the table.  

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

Her eyes had gone dead, and she was pointedly ignoring Chris. She seemed very dissociated; probably a trauma response from her own family, if you had to guess. You realized your other hand still held the black coat and tossed it on the couch before reluctantly letting her take you to the table where you sat down. She sat too, and began eating while you looked numbly down at your plate. 

You heard the chair slide back as he sat at the head of the table, beginning to dissociate a little yourself but maintaining your hypervigilance. You felt shaky and scared, aware of every move he and yourself made. He began to eat, completely unbothered. 

You’d finally felt safe, away from him. Thought he was oblivious and finally mostly out of your life, save the monthly payments. You should have known you could never beat him. That he couldn’t cope with the loss of control. 

Now one of the first people in your life you allowed yourself to care for was at risk. It was your fault for not safeguarding against this possibility and the only reason you weren’t spiraling was because you knew you had to keep Ray safe. 

“What do you want?”

Your voice shook, but it was low and even, in hopes of being non-threatening. 

He was nonchalant as ever.

“You’re going to protect me, and let me stay here. I’m only hiding here because some psychopath showed up at my place.”

Your breath hitched and you looked up in fear as Ray jumped to her feet.

“Zack!?”

You hopped up quickly and wrapped Ray in your arms to shield her, and quickly mustered a lie. 

“Shh…shh…Zack isn’t here sweetheart.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name. Who is he? Is he staying here too?”

“He’s her older brother. When she gets scared she seeks him out- I’m not the only one who got traumatized.”

Your mutter was bitter and under your breath but he caught it. 

He always heard it. He stood and you held Ray tighter. You just had to last until Zack got here. Keep him placated. You trembled- God why did the shakes never stop around him?

“Talking back? Pathetic. You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Whatever. You’ll always be a freak.”

You swayed as the familiar insult caused an emotional and partially visual flashback, hearing faint words, catching glimpses from the back of your mom’s car. She was inside getting groceries. 

“You’re such a damn freak- those bullies at school were right about you. You’re really nothing but a freak. Everything you do is freaky-”

He’d used variations of the word till you were hyperventilating upon your mother’s return. You couldn’t hide it fast enough, but his mask was right back on. Told your mother he was “getting you used to the word.” Ha. She’d harmlessly shared the bullying you’d confided in her about, having no idea you intentionally hadn’t told him because she didn’t know any better. 

But your Mother isn’t here now. 

Your shaking stopped and you took a deep breath, steeling your own mask. You straightened from hugging Ray and glared at where he stood by the chair he claimed. 

“I don’t care what you do with me, but you won’t hurt her. I’ll never let you abuse anyone else I care about again.”

He threw his head back in bitter, sadistic laughter and you acted quickly, grabbing her jacket in one smooth motion and rushing to shove Ray outside, with a simple command before slamming the side door shut and locking it, tossing the key out there with her so she nor Chris could get her back inside. 

“Find Zack and stay hidden if you can’t!”

She hesitated, meeting your eyes and you smiled at her, trying to make her feel secure only to yelp as something slammed hard on the back of your head, sending you to the floor. You vaguely registered the picture and glass surrounding you, and the sound of Ray crying out your name in panic. The picture of you and Mr. Takamata lay near your face and you smiled weakly.. 

“…Sorry, Dad. Looks like I won’t be able to fulfill my promise after all.”

Your head felt wet and warm, and your vision was getting murky. You felt dizzy, trying to stay conscious. Chris was yelling, but for once…you felt serene. No fear. No constant hypervigilance. No more masks. But…Zack. Where was he? You never got to give him his new coat…

Darkness took you under. 

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Zack burst into the door with a loud bang, wild eyes scanning the area. He’d been searching frantically for the bastard all day and was exhausted and starving after a long day. He’d been planning to pick up the following day when he arrived, only to hear an unfamiliar male screaming curses. 

Zack didn’t consider himself a protective person. He’d grown up most of his life alone and fending for himself. Ray was an exception to the rule, and he thought he’d never find someone he wanted to protect again. Till he met you. He didn’t know you well. Didn’t even fully trust you yet, honestly, always wary to give trust. But he saw something of himself in you. Plus, you were horrendously naive and so, so in need of protection. 

This bastard seemed the best place to start. 

To see him in his new home, where he finally felt safe? Zack was anything but happy. The man froze after kicking you on the floor. Zack spotted Ray with tears swimming in her eyes as she screamed behind the back door, before rushing to meet up with him, heading around to the front once she saw him. 

Things moved quickly after that. 

Zack had the man by the throat, sadistic snickers leaving him ceaselessly as he held him against the nearby wall because if he didn’t laugh and scream he was going to do something else and he vowed to never do that again. 

“You’ve got 3 seconds. Talk.”

The man, if he could be called that, was near pissing himself in fear but Zack felt none of the typical satisfaction. Just rage, simmering under the surface along with his want to rip the slight smirk he saw tugging at the asshole face whenever he glanced at your crumpled body. 

“I have no problem with you, alright!? I don’t know what you want- if you want to kill her she’s all yours, but I haven’t done anything! I’m an upstanding citizen, I swear!”

“So lemme see if I got this right. You come into my house, trash my place, hurt my family, not only fucking up their heads but physically too and you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here?”

Zack threw his head back in magical laughter at the thought; it was the funniest damn joke he’d ever heard. At that, Chris finally snapped and threw a punch, facade dropping in an instant, but Zack held fast, vaguely noticing Ray walking up next to him a look in her eye he hadn’t seen since they were trapped. 

“God you’re a freak just like her- no, you’re some kinda monster! Guh-!”

Ray stabbed hard into his stomach, making the man gurgle on his words. He looked down in shocked horror and Ray was impassive. 

“You hurt her, so I hurt you.”

He cursed at her too. 

“You little bitch!! You’ll never get away with this, I’ll make you pay!”

Ray shook her head in disappointment.

“There’s no fixing you.”

She waved before turning her attention to you.  

“Bye bye.”

Chris opened his mouth to snarl at her again but Zack was done playing games. He had more important things to do. He glared, shaking the man before beginning to drag him outside and into the forest, talking casually.

“Pretty sure we got unfinished business buddy. See I’ve got a sharp knife, and I’m curious how many pieces I can cut off before you bleed out. Shall we find out together?”

“No, no God please!! Have mercy!”

“Shut the Hell up!”

His shout was one of anger as he tossed the man down and kicked him hard in the ribs, paying no mind as he screamed in pain. 

“That’s what I caught you doing to the woman who let us stay here! I don’t know why she’s afraid of you, but after tonight she’ll never have to fear you again. Nothing should scare her more than me. I won’t let you have her. I refuse. Her fear belongs to me. Now do the whole damn world a favor and DIE!”

His last word was a guttural roar of anger and when the man was finally dead by his hand, Zack crumpled. He didn’t know why, or how. His body was shaking and his bandaged were wet and it wouldn’t stop. He didn’t like it at all. This feeling, the way His mouth made sounds out of his control. It felt like…he’d killed his demon a second time, but this time it wasn’t just his. It was yours too. He found…he liked the feeling. More than his usual kills. This was more…liberating. He took the time to let whatever was happening run its course as he dragged the now dead piece of meat into the forest and buried him with the very shovel you used to do as he had, but for someone you loved rather than loathed. Love. Still such a foreign word and concept to him. He shook off his thoughts 

But now he needed to make sure you stayed alive long enough to hear him gloat. He could worry about the oddness of “feelings” later. Ugh. He shuddered. Feelings. Gross. 

He bit down a smile as he made his way back towards the house, seeing from the window that Ray was already patching you up, one of your textbooks open next to her. 

Maybe whatever he felt for you and Ray though, wasn’t quite so bad. 

[universallychaoticpan]

Hey! Can I request some comfort/fluff with Isaac foster and a transmale reader going through a PTSD episode related to a fire? If not just some issac and transmale reader fluff please -🐍

I'm sorry if this isn't entirely what you were expecting, but I hope you enjoy this attempt to get back into writing- and thank you always for your patience and support.

Issac was not comforting by nature.

It simply wasn't who he was. Any reasonable person could see why- abused, left alone in the world, seen as a monster...well, there was not short list of reasons why he was the way he was.

But that didn't mean he didn't care.

Actually, despite how much it enraged him at times, despite how annoying it was, he cared about you.

You were...tolerable. Yeah. Tolerable. Between you, the creepy doctor, and the little necrophiliac, he'd pick you every time. He liked you- you could make him laugh, you went along with and stoked his 'creative flare' (which most of the time meant being creepy little shits together.) But he liked you a lot; as much as he might like too, he couldn't deny that.

He knew you better than anyone. Given the limited company you both kept, the competition wasn't exactly stiff, but hey, it had to count for something. It had taken him months to remember things like your favorite color or foods, but one thing he never forgot was that you were like him:

Fire was the one thing that could stop you cold in your tracks.

Now, he never asked too many questions about it. It was another thing he appreciated about you: the two of you had an odd understanding that stories were hard. The past was painful enough without dredging it up all the time, so the two of you never felt the need or desire to dig too deep. He didn't know why you hated fire- he didn't need to know.

All he knew was that the one person in the world he could admit to caring for was staring off into space with glassy eyes so far away, you could've been in another universe entirely.

Isaac Foster was not comforting by nature, but sometimes he wished he was, if only for your sake.

He didn't have the words to comfort you; there was nothing he could say that would bring you back to earth. But he stayed with you as you sat in the grimy hallways of the nightmarish complex you called home, stayed close, scythe nearby in a constant promise of protection. He would protect you- he had your back. You knew that just like you knew your name, your real name, or that the sky was blue the last day you'd seen it. He stayed with you and you were grateful- it really was simple as that at times. He brushed soot and ash from your cropped hair, muttering about needing to cut your hair again soon. He talked to himself, filling the silence, never once forcing you to pick up the silences. Issac did what no one in your life did before him- he stayed.

Issac Foster was not a comforting person by nature. But when he looked at your sleeping face, finally peaceful, he wondered if he could ever be something different.

He wondered if he could change if it was for you.

[lavnderfox]

About this blog

Hello my name is Lavnder, or Lav for short! I love foxes and to draw and of course write!

Speaking of writing-

Fandoms I will be writing for

FNAF

Angels of Death

Blue Exorcist

Jujutsu Kaisen

The characters I will be writing for so far.

Micheal Afton (Aged up)

Issac Foster

Rin Okumura (Aged up)

Itadori Yuji (Aged up)

What I will NOT write for is

Pedophillia

Pregnancy

Abuse of any kind

Cheating

Male or GN readers

Nasty kinks

Death of reader or character

Suicidal reader or character

What I will write for is

Smut to a curtain degree (if requested please specify what kind of kinks)

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

[shintaru]

Pov: waiting for a new hot character & your favorite underrated or fandom most hated character to get fan fics

Deciding to write the fics yourself:

[boatsailing]

What kind of man is this and does this have something to do with mental illness???

Answer truthfully.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We’re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

[rachi-roo]

AAAAAHFINALLY SOMONE WHO DOES ANGELS OF DEATH

breathes

Anyway could I request a ler issac fic cause god him being a mean a sadistic ler and teaser brain go brrrrrr where he chases a reader, their worse spots being their ribs and hips

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Angels Of Death: Tickly Terror

Uh oooooh! I've been found by a fellow AOD fan 🫣 Greetings, I think I love you! XD Thanks so much for the request and your patience! Zack is such a MONSTER! I luv it 🤩

Summary: Reader is attacked by a certain serial killer who has a soft spot for people in your line of work. He won't kill you now, but he has other plans to make you suffer.

Ler!Issac, Lee!Reader

Tw: Knifes, Swearing, Cruel tiggles

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Well, this was not what you had in mind for a nice Friday out on the town.

Running for your life, that is.

It all happened so fast. You knew taking that shortcut down the backstreets might be a bad idea, but you thought the worst might be some bum asking for a lighter, not a crazed maniac to start chasing after you with a knife.

You glanced over your shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. He was still there. Hot on your heels and gaining. The sound of his boots and insane laughter growing louder and louder. Chills running down the back of your neck.

He's coming! He's right on you!

You feel your stomach drop as you trip, tumbling to the concrete with a thud. You spin your head round, suddenly face to face with your pursuer.

His bandage covered face inches from yours as he smiled an unsettling smile. You can smell blood on his clothes. That coppery scent was dried onto his dirty hoodie.

It felt like an eternity of staring at each other before he finally spoke.

"Not gonna beg for your life?" He asked, standing over your body with a chuckle as he toyed with the knife in his hand, feeling the blade from handle to point. "I'll make this quick if you do." He continued, lowering himself onto your waist and placing a hand over your throat, holding you in place.

Petrified, you just lay there, staring at him. Your chest heaving, heart about to jump from your ribs.

A squeak left your lips as his knife suddenly slashed towards your throat. You clench your eyes shut. Waiting for the impact-!

...Impact?

You anxiously open one eye, looking up at the attacker who now held your ID card from work as it had fallen from your pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the words.

"... Does this say nurse?" He asked, showing you the card.

You gulp, trembling as you speak. "Y-Yes... I'm a c-childrens hospice nurse... I work with orphans."

The attackers face sank as he tossed your ID aside with an aggrivated groan. "Damn it. I can't kill ya' now I know that... Damn, Ray. She made me soft!" He cursed himself as you watched on, wondering who 'Ray' was.

Though, that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact you weren't going to die! A small sigh of relief passing your jittering lips. The feeling didn't last long though.

"However, I'm still going to have to make you scream. I went through the trouble of chasing you down after all. I've earned it." The boy nodded as he leaned closer, softly tracing the dull side of his knife up and down your side.

The feeling of the dull point dragging across your side, through your thin shirt, sent a tingling sensation across your torso. You bit your lip, biting back a smile as your fingers curled up reflexively. What if a smiling pisses him off?!

But, it tickles! So bad! The cold tone of your attacker reminded you of the situation you're in.

"Your tag said y/n... So tell me, y/n, where should I start? Don't worry, I'll keep the injuries hidden. I don't want to worry the kiddies or-... Are you fucking smiling right now?" He asked with a dumbfounded glare.

"N-No! No, I'm not! I'm really not!" You blubbered, your hands shooting up defensively as you fought down a giggle.

"Yes you are! I saw it! You we're so smiling! You think this is funny? You got some kind of pain kink or something? Youd better tell me cus' I aint here for that noise."

"No! No, I-I swear it's not that! Your knife! It- It just- Eek!" You squeal as he traced the length of your stomach with the dull blade again.

The boy smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he finally put all the pieces together.

"Oooh." He chuckled.

"No! No, it's not what you think!"

"Haha, I think it's exactly what I think." He shifted his weight, trapping your arms by your side, beneath his knees. He knacked his knuckles, grinning a fanged grin as he prepared himself for the fun he was going to have with your helpless body.

He held his limber didgets out, flexing them close to your stomach to start with, revelling in the way you squeaked and tried to suck your belly in to avoid the fingers.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." He chuckled before diving into your soft skin, vibrating and clawing at your tummy.

"Gh-! Haha! N-Noho! H-Hehey! Wait! WAIT! PleheEEEHE-!"

You giggle, legs kicking out behind your attacker as he dug into your tummy, chuckling with you.

"Hmm, I think you can beg better than that." He smirked, his hands shifting to ruthlessly claw at your sides. Even rolling up your shirt to attack the bare skin directly.

"WAH! S-Stahap! Please! Pleheheee-! Aha!" You yelp, twisting and turning, doing anything you can to escape.

This just eggs your attacker on. The hood of his hoodie shrouding his expression in a shadow, but you can feel him grinning at you, enjoying your suffering.

"Haha, poor little thing. Look at you, so helpless. And I'm not even hurting you! You're just too ticklish for your own good, huh?" He sneered, pinching up and down your sides, until he inched juuust too far upwards, finding your lowest ribs.

"FUHUCK! Wait!" You yelp, curling in on yourself to the best of your ability in your trapped state.

"Hm? Ooohohooo. Is that your sweet spot?" He jeered, latching onto your ribs with deadly precision, vibrating his fingertips into the sensitive dips and bumps that made up your ribcage.

A scream ripped from your mouth as he tickled you there. It really was the worst! This whole situation was a nightmare!

"NOHO! ShihiIIIIHIT! AHAAA-!... gasp AHA! Noho! NNNAAAHA!" No amount of kicking and squirming was working. This sadistic stranger had you trapped and completely at his mercy. Something he definitely wasn't going to give you.

"Take that! And that! Haha! Bet you're regretting coming out tonight now, hah? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Weak, ticklish little looser, aren't ya?" He teased, cruelly insulting you in a childish manner. Not letting up from your sensitive ribs yet.

"Pleheheee-!... gasp GAHAHAAAD!"

"I ain't no God, call me Zack." He chuckled.

"Zahack! Plehehease! Stop! Stop! Stop! StahAHAHA!" The more you begged, the more he tickled. He was truly an evil being.

Zack grinned, shifting his hands and drilling his thumbs into your hips as he spoke.

"Ooh, look at that expression. So much suffering under such a bright smile. Haha! So silly looking~ Coochie, coochie, coo~"

"NYAAHAHA! ZAAAHACK!" You arch your back, desperately trying to dislodge his vicious thumbs from your protruding hips. "Fuhuck! NnnOHO-!... *gasp* AHAHA!"

Nothing worked! Nothing was going to work! You were completely at his mercy.

Hearing your pleas, he laughed, mocking your attempts to make him stop. "Oooh, Zaaack! Please! Don't tickle me! Oh nooo! Haha! You sound so pathetic! Tickle, tickle, tickle~! How about here? Or here? Nah, back to the ribs!"

He teased and taunted, his hands dancing between various different areas of your torso before latching back onto your ribs.

As the tears pooled in your eyes, and the laughter became breathy and full of hiccups, you wondered if he would ever stop.

"HEHELP! Help-! Ahaha! H-HeheaaaAAAHA! Help mehehe! Please!"

"Calling for help now? Pff, you really are completely helpless, aren't ya?" His cruel smile sent a shiver down your spine, realising just how right he was.

"NOHO! S-ShihihahaAHA-! AH!" A yelp passed your lips as the crook buried his face into your neck, blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you shrill in ticklish delight.

He loved the sounds you were making. So pained, yet so happy! It's weird, even this killer knows that. "Haha, I wonder how long you can take this. An hour? Several hours? A day maybe?! PfffAHAHA! Let's find our, shall weeee? Yyyyy/nnnn~?"

You weren't sure how long this torture had gone on for, but the awful tickling sensations on your hips suddenly stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes, realising that Zack was no longer sitting upon your waist.

He stood, yawning and stretching his arms as if he was the one who was tuckered out. "Aaah... Bored now. You can go." He chuckled, nudging your shoe with his.

".... Oooor you can stay on the floor? If that's what you want?" When he realised just how tired you were, he scoffed, standing over your head and grinning down at you.

"Let's put it this way, if you stay there too long, I might get all worked up and start tickling you again."

"I'M UP! I'm going!" You scramble to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. The thought of another round of tickles made you feel ill. You dashed a few feet out of his range before turning back to see... No-one.

The Tickly Terror was still out there somewhere. He's probably looking his next victim...

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Thank you for reading! 😚❤️

[vampdes]

— “FOREVER N EVER!” [issac headcanons / facts ♡]

GENRE. headcanons / fluff.

PAIRING. issac [oc] x gn reader

CW. lowercase intended, traumatic past / mentions of [abandonment + being disowned + body shaming] + extra facts about issac.

NOTES. this is so damn late 🧍🏾‍♀️ BUT THATS OKAY, better late than not at all 😭 this took a month [i was on and off bro], ENJOY!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

FACTS / HEADCANONS [abt issac <3].

☆ issac loves likes space + his favorite constellation ‘orion’ ‘cause of how bright it is [it also reminds him of u <3] + his favorite planet [in solar system] is saturn!! mainly cause of its rings [hint, hint] <3

☆ issac’s an ex-florist + ex-baker, which he why he likes flowers n baking!! which is why he vows to bake something for you every single day, js so u could be reminded of him 24/7!! n yes, sometimes, if he feels that he hasn’t been getting enough attention, he’ll add some ‘icing’ on the cookies <3 js so u could have some of him inside of u when he’s too busy!!

☆ [brief mentions of abandonment + body shaming] issac was, unfortunately, abandoned by his biological parents, his grandparents, his aunt, and then his foster parents, which converted into severe abandonment issues. everyone tossed him away because of his looks n body. in his younger years, he was called a lot of bad names ‘cause of his weight at the time. n honestly, he expected u to do the same.. but u were different, u are different! u think he’s ‘pretty’ n ‘beautiful’, u even called him an angel for crying out loud!! he loves u so much :(( he js can’t say it cause he gets so nervous!

☆ issac absolutely despises his stutter. can he talk to himself? YES, PERFECTLY. BUT WHEN HE TALKS TO U, ALL OF A SUDDEN HE’S A JITTERBOX!!! he thinks he makes a fool of himself when he talks to u :(( n when he met u for the first time—eugh, he hated it!! not cause u were there, no cause u were there, in front of him.. n u were prettier than ever n he couldn’t even say it!! everytime he wants to say smth nice abt u, he can’t ‘cause he gets to nervous!! its horrible :((

☆ on a happier note, he loves it when u paint his nails :D mainly ‘cause ure holding his hands n ure making him look pretty <3 he also loves when u re-dye his hair 4 him!! he favorite color is, unfortunately, neon green, which is why a strip of his hair is neon green <3 nevertheless, he loves it when u re-dye his hair, mainly ‘cause u wanna touch his hair!! it makes him so happy <33 n when u offer 2 help w his (your) hair care routine, he gets all giddy!! it’s ‘cause of u that his hair is silky n soft now, n he wants to keep it that way ‘cause he think it makes him look pretty <3 n, most important of all, it makes him feel pretty <3

☆ ALSSOOO, he’s a makeup guru. it’s like the easiest thing he’s great at. N YES, URE HIS MUSE ♡ he likes to try makeup looks on u, especially when he gets to straddle u <3 LIKE HE CAN’T GET OVER IT AAA!! n yes, he uses makeup as an excuse to straddle u sometimes [all the time]. ALSOOOO, he’s a gamer. HES LITERALLY SO EMBARRASSED ABT BEING A GAMER!!! he’s a valorant player btw.. he’s also an avid roblox player, his favorite game is royale high ♡

☆ TIME TO TALK MORE ABT HIS EXCELLENT BAKING + FLORAL SKILLS <3 baking: his favorite thing to bake is red velvet fudge brownies!! he absolutely can’t stand dark / mint chocolate tho, but if u like he, he’ll be able to stand it [maybe] <3 floral: his favorite flower is ‘baby’s breath’ ‘cause it reminds him of u <3 in a “it’s really pretty n it shines as brightly as the sun” way!! on special occasions [when u run out of pastries / flowers], he gifts u flowers / baked goods <3 once, he gave u a bouquet of baby’s breath, orchids, n bearded irises <3 n when u were too sick to leave home [thank god, he doesn’t like when u leave honestly!! he misses u 2 much :((], he fixed u some strawberry shortcake <3 [he looked up deserts 4 sick people js to make sure it was safe 4 u 2 eat!!]

☆ EXTRA: he fell in love w u at first sight!! his favorite cuddling position is either spooning [your arms around him] or face-to-chest [his face in ur chest <3.] he also loves having lazy weekdays where all u two do is laze around the house or stay in bed!! makes him feel comfy + secure <3 he also has matching sonic onesies w u [hes tails n ure sonic] but he only wears in on special occasions [ex: date night (when date night’s at home) + when it’s lazy weekdays in the winter <3.] he also loves surprise kisses!! n expected ones <3 he js likes the feeling of ur lips in general!! he also likes when u tuck his hair behind his ear ‘cause it was getting in his eyes <3 he also likes the fact that u like to be a homebody js like he is!! bc then date nights r so adorably mushy <3. LAST THING: issac has an shoulder-to-back + ankle tattoo n if u lightly [almost hesitantly] trace either of the them, u automatically have him melting in ur hands <3!!!

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© CREDITS TO ur1nonlydan. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR COPY MY WORKS.

[waifu-13]

nightmare nights zack foster x reader

a/n- i dont see enough zack love so here my work for it , also this is a draft, im currently having bad writers block, if you did a request from me ill try to get it out soon, im really sorry. 

tw- mentions of nightmares

You got to this building like everyone else, only this wasn't your first time in. So here you are again on Zack's floor, he looks at you almost as if he didnt know you. He went on with his speech about running for your life. You mentally plead that he remembers you but he just keeps counting.

1 did he really not remember you?

2 why is he still counting? 

3  just as his scythe is coming down...

“Y/n” your boyfriend's voice echoes through your newly shared apartment waking you up from your nightmare. Leaving that place always seemed to be the easiest part, thinking back on your nightmare before responding to Zack’s call for you, he walks into your now shared bedroom noticing your disheveled state he stands in the doorways stunted for a second not knowing what to do. He lets out a low sigh before walking over to you. He was all to familiar with nightmares of the past and the look after having them. Although comfort wasn't his strong suit he still wanted to try to calm you down a bit. He sits on the free space of the bed asking what had happen. You shakily reply telling him the nightmare. Zack was slightly taken back, how could your first meeting still haunt you that much? Gently hugging you, he reminds you it was all just a nightmare. Conflicted on what else to do, he lets you stay in his arms as long at you need. 

[deathc-re]

issac foster x gn!reader

warnings : cursing, implied murder/ kidnapping ?, angst?

an : just a drabble but this is literally my first post on here every, idk what i'm doing.

. . .

the night was young, the air was cool and the insects' songs were carried through the wind. you usually weren't out this late but you were really craving this food.

with your hands shoved deep in your pockets, the crinkling sound of the plastic bag in the night made you all too aware of how eerily quiet it was. your building was just a few more paces ahead. you could make it. you would make it.

like you jinxed yourself, you suddenly heard not so hushed foot steps behind you. heavy ones. thick boots, you assumed, and they were gaining ground quick.

you didn't want to look back, god you really didn't want to look back.

why were you even out so late by yourself? to save money cause delivery is a waste of money? are you fucking for real?

you quickened your pace. just a couple more feet.

you gripped the taser on your key chain with a fierce grip. if you were going down, you weren't going down without a fight.

the door was within your reach when a large hand slammed against the wall beside your head. with your heart in your knees and half a mind to scream you slowly flicked your taser off of safety mode.

whoever was behind you moved their head, you could feel their breath at the cusp of your ear. you were just about to tase then when they spoke.

"hey y/n, whacha got there?"

holy fuck...

"ZACK YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME! OMFG I WAS ABOUT TO TASE YOU!" you yelled, on the verge of tears.

turning to him you buried your head into his chest. your entire body was shaking like a leaf and you dropped your bag of food to the floor as your knees gave way. zack caught you by your shoulders, "hey, no no no. i'm sorry."

you knew what he was, and you knew what he did. it would make sense if that was just how he walked, how his presence felt. but it wasn't, not with you. so why were you so scared.

you looked up, brushing the few stray tears from your eyes, and felt your heart skin yet again. his smile, ugly and crooked shone down on you, eyes filled with delight.

"don't worry baby, i've got you."

[thelaughtercafe]

Muted Memories

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: A lot with this one! Violence/Threats of violence, nonspecific mention of thoughts of suicide, abuse(verbal and emotional for one physical for the other two), negative thought patterns, running from your problems for fear of burdening others, and I think that’s it! Also anime and game spoilers; this takes place post-game! Really it’s just the first few paragraphs thought so skip to where the second person starts if you plan on playing/ watching it!

Please gently let me know if I forgot any/you want any added!

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 5.7k+

Summary: Zack and Rachel return to one of the few places he felt safe once upon a time in order to hide out. Imagine his surprise when he finds someone else in need of protection, and may even grow to allow himself that long forgotten solace once again.

A/N: So this fic is very personal to me and I use it to cope with my own trauma, hence the subject matter. I hope it offers solace for even one other person; please do let me know your thoughts if you enjoy it!

“Well, if that’s what ya want- stop crying and smile.”

Zack’s words were the same as always, crude with a deranged undertone so distinctly him it made Rachel’s eyes tear anew as a grin broke across her lips.

The most genuine smile she’d had since she’d last been with him.

“That’s more like it!”

A note of exhilaration has filled Zack’s voice and he swung, his scythe hitting its mark.

…

…..

……….

Rachel opened her eyes from when she’s instinctively closed them to find her hair now short. She could only blink in bewildered confusion.

Zack merely grinned and held out his hand to her expectantly. There were cops swarming the place. There wasn’t much time he knew but she needed to know.

“Rachel Gardner is dead. We belong to each other now, Ray.”

Ray hiccupped and only then realized she was sobbing as she took his hand. It’d taken forever but finally.

Finally.

She owned someone and they owned her in return.

—–

Elsewhere, a girl tends to a long dead man’s home. It had once been hers too, more than her own. Pain stabs her heart whenever she returns and yet how can she not? He’d once mentioned a boy he’d saved before he died, one he wanted to help heal. He’d asked for her help. Yet now, here she stays alone, keeping his memory alive as best she can, in hopes one day the boy might return so she can fulfill the promise the man cannot as well as her own.

—–

It was a quiet day at the Takamata residence, not that such a thing was unusual. With no-one to tend to it now that the kind man was gone you had taken over it’s care and even began living there yourself.

You’d thought your tears had dried after a week but when they sorted out his will and found out you’d been left his home…let’s just say they returned with a vengeance.

You’d never had an easy childhood, a neglectful biological father quickly followed by an abusive stepfather made you shy and self-deprecating. Your empathy remained as you cared for your sickly mother and you found a passion for helping others. You often juggled their problems and shoved your own down deep. Better to help everyone else. It was all you were good for.

When Mr. Takamata found you, bleeding and scared as you sobbed on the road home he’d comforted you and welcomed you in his home, even helped to bandage you. You’d been so desperate for a moment of freedom from the venomous words constantly hurled at you that you’d just…ran. You kept running despite the scratches and falls you took. He was blind but he was good with his hands and he listened.

It was the first time you’d ever opened up and had someone be empathetic to you instead of the opposite.

He didn’t like that you promised him to never tell your sickly mother but like Hell were you going to be responsible if the stress worsened her condition.  Deep down you felt you had earned your stepfather’s ire anyway. If you just did everything perfectly then he wouldn’t have a reason to hate you so vehemently.

Reluctantly, Mr. Takamata kept his promise but on the condition you’d always come to him and have a place with him should you want it. Your weekends were spent with him and when you began middle school so did your afternoons. He showed up to your middle school graduation, hugged you in a way that made you feel sheltered and safe like you never had.

A week later he was found murdered. Butchered by drunks.

You were alone again; yet he still had the foresight to leave you a place to go to. To hide.

So you did.

At first it was weekly visits and then daily…and eventually you ran away completely; opting to only return to your original home on the weekends to tend to your mother and bear the unbearable in silence as you always did.

Here you now stood. Mother now dead, barely attending college for Nursing between your job to pay for food, and all your essentials. Every now and then you could afford the next book in a series you liked but even cable was out of the question.

You passed your time by keeping the place in pristine condition, focusing on your studies(thank God rented laptops were a part of your tuition) and reading or re-reading the books you had. The library was always a safe haven to engage in; letting you read all you liked of the books there until they closed so you often found yourself there on the weekends.

A glance at the clock had your eyes widening in surprise.

“Shit!”

You were going to be late! You grabbed your bookbag after shoving your laptop inside and were out the door in a rush of fabric.

You could definitely make the bus if you ran! You had to!

—–

Zack let out a relieved sigh as he spotted the familiar looking house. Looks like he hasn’t forgotten where it was after all.

“Isn’t this wrong? Using a dead man’s home without permission?”

Zack jiggled the lock and snorted as he began fiddling with it, using his newly bought knife to do so.

“What? You wanna call him back from the dead and ask him? No-ones in here anyway. It’s in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for us to lie low and wait till the cops forget we exist-hell yeah!”

He cheered with a grin as he managed to get the lock open, pumping his fist in the air.

He entered without care and turned with a vaguely confused frown to Ray.

“Well? You wanna freeze out there be my guest, but I’m taking my chances here.”

He threw himself onto the couch as the blond girl hesitantly entered and closed the door gently behind her.

This place reminded her of her old home. It was indeed warmer in the literal sense but also figuratively too.

This place felt…lived in.

She didn’t want to bother him when he looked so tired but…

“Zack?”

She called out as she looked around nervously.

“What?”

Annoyance laced his voice as he peeked one eye open.

“I don’t think no-one lives here. Why else would the heat be on and…”

She opened the fridge, where some clearly recently bought food waited.

“The fridge stocked? Maybe we should go.”

Zack’s eyes lit up at the sight of food and he moved to stand and headed over, greedily snatching a cold bottle of water-make that two- before returning to the couch.

“Yeah and? If anyone does live here I’ll just slice ‘em up when they come home. You worry too much Ray. Get some shuteye will ya?”

He turned his back to her and she couldn’t help but wonder as her eyes flicked to the door from where she’d been observing a photo of a girl and an old man.

“Yeah…okay. Sleep well, Zack.”

She joined him in sleep reluctantly as she made herself comfortable on the bed in the adjoining room, falling asleep to the distinctive smell of vanilla.

—–

You sighed tiredly as you got home after a long day of school. You’d missed the bus of course, which meant you had to run all the way to campus. You weren’t exactly the pinnacle of fitness so you were a sweaty, panting mess as you stumbled through the door 15 minutes late. Your teacher had glared at you something fierce but luckily she hasn’t commented as you rushed to pull yourself together and get ready to learn.

You were in your last semester of general education courses now, figuring you’d get them out of the way so your last two years could be full of nothing but Nursing.

In any case, you were exhausted.

You closed the door behind you and yawned as you stretched. You moved to turn on the lights but froze suddenly at the feeling of being watched as the back of your neck prickled. Reacting on instinct you twirled away and thanks to doing so barely dodged a thrown knife at your head.

You stared in complete shock for a moment and then you lunged for it and the lights as brightness flooded the room.

Your attacker was interesting looking that’s for sure; bandages adorning every inch of skin you could see and two different colors glaring at you. You’d gotten the knife, but what the Hell were you going to do with it? Your bands trembled and suddenly, as he noticed it himself, the man grinned.

“Heh. Well ain’t that cute. Never used a knife, have you sweetheart?”

Fuck. He was perceptive.

Still you frowned and tried to think why he looked vaguely…familiar as you backed away and he casually walked forward. His appearance was so distinctive; it’s not likely something you’d have forgotten seeing.

Your eyes glanced over to your bedroom doorway and he took the opening, lunging for you and making you squeal as you grappled for the knife.

“H-Hey! Stop it I don’t want to hurt you!!“

Your voice held an edge of panic and just as he’d cornered you against the kitchen counter, knife raised to strike with a grin you cried out as you shielded your face with your arms.

"You’re Issac right!?”

…

….

…..

When nothing happened for several moments you hesitantly peeked open your eyes and found yourself even more scared as he leaned over you to stare into your eyes. His tone dripped with looming threats you knew were promises if you didn’t answer.

“How the fuck do you know who I am kid?

Kid?

You let that slide and held his gaze before you bit your lip nervously.

His eyes flashed and he seemed to take it as you not wanting to tell him as he roughly grabbed your wrist and forced you to the ground, straddling your waist to leave you even more vulnerable as he held the knife to your captive hand threateningly.

"Either you start talking or I start chopping and I’m not the patient type lady…so pick fast.”

He smiled sweetly as he traced the blade up and down over your index finger, feather light and you started to ramble.

“I-M-Mr. Takamata. He mentioned a boy, with bandages he’d found when I was a little girl. Nearly a decade ago now. He told me he wanted us to be friends that I should try and help-”

You were cut off as he threw his head back and laughed; caustic and loud as the knife abruptly moved to your neck.

“Oh that is just rich. Another victim trying to use my past as ammo.”

His smile turned to a dead eyed hatred as he leaned down to hiss in your ear.

“Nice try sweetheart. ‘Fraid you’re not the first. 'Least you confirmed where you got your info. Just bad luck you got this house. Well. Nighty ni-huh?”

His expression of gleeful sadism faded as Ray quietly spoke his name and held a familiar picture in front of his face.

“That’s-”

He looked between the picture and you a moment and then, as if stricken, hopped off of you and then was out the door.

Despite the irrationality of it all, worry flooded you and you jumped up to go after him; calling out.

“Wait!”

“It’s okay.”

The dull eyed girl smiled understandingly at you as she held you back gently by your jacket.

“Zack tends to do that when he’s overwhelmed. He’ll be back later.”

Something in you urged you to trust her so you nodded and merely closed the door.

Nothing for it but to wait, then.

Was waiting for a man who’d just tried to kill you and threatened to cut your fingers off entirely sane? Probably not, no. But you had a feeling these two weren’t either so…who were they to judge?

This was all the closest thing to a father had ever wanted from you.

Like Hell would you let him down, or abandon someone in need.

—–

“So…um…”

Rachel, as she’s stoically introduced herself, turned to look at you.

“Not that I’m not glad he’s back safe and all but…why are you two here?”

The only show of her surprise was the slight widening of her eyes.

“You really don’t know? Don’t you have a TV?”

You shook your head.

“No. Don’t have the money for one as a broke college student. The few books I can afford are fantasy and supernatural based.”

“Oh. Well…Zack and I are fugitives. They think he killed me.”

You raised an eyebrow at that wordlessly saying “clearly, he didn’t”.

“Oh and…don’t call me Rachel. Old habit. My name is Ray, now.”

You flinched at Zack’s loud entrance as he slammed the door open right after she finished speaking before snarling at you. The brief shock you’d seen in his face was gone as fast as it had appeared.

“The Hell are you still doing here?! Why didn’t you scram? You got a death wish or something?”

You shook your head, still trembling but smiling at him nonetheless. His eyes caught it though and he laughed, the sound acidic.

“Look at you, trying to act all brave. You can admit you’re scared you know. I can already tell~”

He seemed gleeful at this fact but you shook your head as your eyes gained a note of defiance.

“It’s not you.”

Despite the quiet tone you spoke them in, Zack read your lips and gripped your shoulders suddenly appearing…almost possessive in his rage.

“Then who the Hell is it? Someone’s got you more scared than me?”

You blinked at that but nodded.

“You’re…well. A momentary fear compares to one systematically ingrained in me over the years. Of course I’d be more scared of him than you.”

His group tightened for a moment, frown deepening when you realized something. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger- it was frustration.

He was confused.

"I mean- when you’re raised by an abusive dick, of course I’d fear him more than you.  Besides Mr. Takamata he…”

You searched your memory for his exact words.

“He said he’d never seen a kid so in need of care and support. He thought we’d both be able to help each other heal.”

Zack looked vaguely nauseous, and let you go as if burned.

“Gross…”

His murmur sounded half-hearted to you but Ray spoke up from beside you, making you flinch a little. You’d nearly forgotten she was there.

“Zack…maybe we don’t have to kill her. It sounds like she won’t turn us in.”

Zack scoffed at that, returning to his typical coldness as he rolled his eyes.

“She’s still a liar. Just cause she knew someone from my past doesn’t mean shit; I should gut her right here for that alone..”

“She didn’t even know we were fugitives till I told her. She doesn’t even have a TV.”

Zack reluctantly paused at that and turned to you with a grunt, eyes narrowed distrustfully.

“Phone?”

You smirked bitterly at that.

“No. I work a minimum wage job and all the savings I have goes to tuition to get me through college. I’m in school for Nursing.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic for you. I don’t care. I’m goin’ to bed. Do what you want. Ray, you get the couch this time. Scream if the bitch tries anything.”

With that he sulked into your bedroom and presumably went to sleep.

Unlike Zack, she was looking at you intently, curiosity shining in her blue eyes that bordered on excitement.

“Nursing? Isn’t that when you fix people?”

You nodded, smiling gently.

“Mm. Yeah. I just want to help people feel better. It’s all about dealing with injuries and such. I personally want to be a travel Nurse or maybe Psych. I feel like helping mentally is just as important as the physical.”

As your eyes flicked over to your closed door Ray caught the quick action and asked, bluntly.

“So you think Zack is one of those people that needs your help then?”

You blushed but nodded as you turned back to her. She was very perceptive too. No doubt they had to be.

“Well…yeah. I feel like anyone in need of help deserves my kindness. Simple as that. It’s my purpose in life.”

Ray seemed in awe at this.

“Your…purpose? Huh…”

You smiled gently and stood, heading to the closet.

“This is a lot to take in, and I’d definitely like more information later on, but either way; Mr. Takamata would’ve wanted you two to stay here as long as you like.“

You walked over with blankets and a pillow in your hands as you closed your eyes and smiled at her.

"I do too, in any case. It’s not safe for you out there in the cold and there’s bears and coyotes around. Help yourself to the fridge and cabinets if you’re hungry or thirsty. I don’t have much but you’re both welcome to it.”

You were surprised when the small blond girl suddenly hugged you as she stood up to allow you to make the couch more comfortable for her.

She spoke, but it was muffled and you pet her head gently as you asked.

“Hm? What was that Ray?”

“I said…”

She looked up at you, eyes sparkling.

“Thank you. You’re really nice, even though we don’t deserve it.”

Your smile strained a bit at that and you sighed, gently guiding her to get more comfortable on the couch.

“Everyone deserves kindness. Now, get some rest sweetie, okay? I’ve got class tomorrow but I’ll wake up and make sure you get breakfast before I leave.”

You both missed the quiet 'click’ of your bedroom door closing.

—–

Now that Ray was down, and Zack was as well presumably; you had schoolwork to get done. Studying for Anatomy and Physiology was always the hardest so you saved it for last, finishing what you were sure was late. A glance at the clock on your wall made you yawn.

3am. Wonderful. Time to say goodnight and then head to bed yourself.  It was gonna be a long day tomorrow; you had to be up at 7 to make breakfast like you promised for Ray.

You headed to the backyard and smiled sleepily at the gravestone awaiting you there as you sat down, too tired to keep standing.

“Hey Mr. Takamata. Thought I’d come say goodnight. Sorry I rushed off before I could say g'morning. I was running late again…”

You could almost imagine his smile, the way he’d say “Don’t try to rush things that need time to grow.” and got a little misty eyed.

“I…found that boy. The one you wanted me to meet. Or…more correctly I suppose he found me. In any case, I swear I’ll uphold my promise. No matter what.”

Despite yourself, a few of the tears fell and you sniffled.

“I wish you were here to meet him yourself.”

“The fuck’re you crying for?”

You squealed in surprise, jerking out of your kneeling position and looking up in fear for a moment until you registered it was just Zack. He must’ve snuck up behind you.

You let out a breath, a bit flustered at being caught crying as you rubbed your eyes.

“Meeting you has…kind of been my entire purpose. I can finally fulfill my promise to Mr. Takamata so I guess… I’m just happy. Plus… I’m a crybaby. Always have been ”

You blushed darker at the confession but Zack merely grunted and crouched down to examine the gravestone you’d made. His eyebrows furrowing as he ran his fingers over the lettering.

“So…this is for the old man huh? You dig this yourself?”

He wasn’t looking at you but his voice sounded gruff.

“Yeah. His body was really heavy and it was hard work digging a grave big enough…but I somehow managed it. He always loved sitting out here and talking with me, feeling the wind on his face as it made the wind chimes sing.”

Your tears dried at the happy memory and you rolled up to lay your head on your legs, a peaceful smile crossing your face.

“Did he? Huh. Guess you picked the right spot.”

Zack’s voice sounded thick but after a moment of silence he stood and smirked down at you, amusement shining in his hetacromstic gaze.

“Still; surprised a pipsqueak like you could pull it off. Must’ve taken you all day and all night.”

You went red at the teasing and pouted as you got to your feet.

“You’re not wrong but I managed it; and that’s all that matters. Anyway, what’re you doing up? Can’t sleep? I can make you some tea if you want. It might help.”

He blinked at you but nodded after a thought.

“…Fine. I wanna talk to you anyway.”

You nodded and headed into the kitchen, flipping the kettle on as you pulled down a mug and took out a teabag. Shit, you were out already? You’d have to budget some in once you went grocery shopping next week, plus factoring in how much more food you’d need with two additional mouths to feed. You might have to dip into your meager savings.

As the kettle went off and you added the hot water, you tilted your head at Zack, quiet in the darkness beside you. It was a little eerie how well he fit into it.

“Do you want milk and sugar? It makes it a lot sweeter.”

He nodded.

“Sure, whatever. Never had it before. Long as it’s drinkable.”

You suddenly realized you’d only told Ray and sighed as you added milk and extra sugar as you typically took it.

“Shit. Sorry I assumed you were sleeping and only told Ray- you’re welcome to any food and drinks you want; no need to ask. Just tell me if we run out of anything and I’ll add it to the grocery list.”

He narrowed his eyes at that and went quiet as you set his tea on the table and sat across from him looking at him expectantly as he sat down.

“You’re weird.”

He muttered after a moment, still looking at you as if trying to figure something else.

Your smile widened nervously at that.

“Thank…you? I think?”

He rolled his eyes at that.

“Not a compliment. Why the fuck are you scared of some person who obviously isn’t even here more than me? Hell; why aren’t you scared of me period? Everyone deserves kindness? What about murderers? I’ve killed hundreds, little girl.”

Your mouth thinned as you heard this, but you sighed, and smiled at him nonetheless.

“So you were eavesdropping then?”

He looked stricken at that before he leaned forward and hissed, voice little more than a defensive growl as he grabbed you and pulled you up to be face to face with him.

“I didn’t trust you with Ray. For all we know this college student thing could all be an act.”

“You’re more than welcome to check my anatomy and physiology textbooks if you’d like. But, in any case, it wasn’t a judgement. I wouldn’t trust people if I was on the run either. Must be tiring is all; constantly being on the run. You’re welcome to stay here, at the very least, as long as you’d like.”

He snorted, releasing you with a frustrated huff.

“You make a habit of opening your home to wanted fugitives? Or are you just stupid?”

You giggled at that, but it was sad as you leaned your cheek on your hand and shrugged.

“Well; Mr. Takamata left me this place but I kinda feel it’s yours too. After all, no matter for how short a time, he took you in. You’re just as worthy as I. He would’ve let you stay. And I…well yeah. I guess I am stupid…but this isn’t because of that. I’m lonely. The company would be nice. Besides, everyone currently here is broken…it may be nice to help hold one another together. Don’t you think?”

Your breathing was slow and even and you yawned, glancing at the clock. Shit. 4 am now.

Zack had hidden behind his eyes behind his hair as you explained and scoffed, standing with a grumble.

“…Yeah, whatever. Just don’t be surprised if we don’t stick around. We don’t need an extra along for the ride. We’ve got plenty of weird between the two of us, so butt out. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for your response as he headed back to your room.

You shrugged off his words, the whole conversation feeling like a haze as you laid your head on your arms. It wouldn’t be much…but 3 hours should be enough. Just a little energy to get you through the day.

—–

You sighed as you felt an odd yet familiar sensation; fingers brushing through your long hair, giving a hum in contentment.

“What’re you touching her for? I say we take the food and scram.”

“Her hair is really soft, and she looks pretty. Besides, she said she’d make breakfast.”

“And you think that will wake her up? Move.”

The fingers stopped and just as you pouted and attempted to move closer to it; suddenly you were falling, making you squeal and barely catch yourself on your hands.

You looked around frantically, trying to get a grasp of your surroundings as you blinked quickly.

“Wah!! J-Jesus what-!?”

Zack burst out laughing at your reaction, bending over in complete stitches as you were left pouting and blushing in embarrassment.

“Hah!! You really are a damn mouse! I’ve never heard a voice go so high pitched!!”

“D-Don’t be mean! I can’t help it okay!?”

He jeered, approaching and bending down to knock on your skull.

“Suck it up little mouse~ Why don’t you get to cookin’ huh? Ray and I are tired of waitin’ for your lazy ass to get up.”

You frowned at that, eyes moving to the clock and gasped, hopping to your feet.

“It’s 10 already!? Please tell me you messed with my clocks! My alarm definitely should’ve-”

“Told you you shouldn’t have smashed it.”

Ray interrupted with a pout at Zack.

Dread weighed your stomach like a brick and it was all you could do to smile weakly.

“I’m scared to ask but…smashed what, exactly?’

Zack raised his chin towards the table in front of the living room couch where you’d left your school laptop and there it was; smashed to pieces.

“Oh I am so fucked.”

You could only sigh as you put your face in your hands for a moment, fought back tears and then straightened and headed to the fridge, as if nothing had happened.

“Do you guys have a preference on what to eat?”

Zack brushed off your reaction easily, eager to not take responsibility as he made himself comfortable in the same chair he sat in last nightst and spread his legs out.

“Anything is fine; but meat is the best if you have it.”

“And you Ray? Hm?”

You looked down in surprise as the blond girl hugged you around your middle when you opened the fridge and turned to look at her.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Your voice softened worriedly and she looked up at you with a mixture of apathy and determination.

“Sometimes hugging will make my dad’s hits hurt less when he got angry. Aren’t you mad?”

You blinked at that and then inhaled to keep the tears at bay. Christ, what had she gone through for that to be her first thought?

You raised your hand to pet her head and reluctantly did so when she didn’t flinch, feeling Zack’s eyes burning into you from the table.

“No hun; I’ll be fine. I’m sorry for cursing in front of you…I got worried, sad even because it’s a lot of money I’ll have to pay, and I really don’t…”

You hesitated, debating how to word it for her and settled on.

“…like confrontation. But not mad. Zack broke it because he didn’t know how to properly make it stop. I’ll teach him when I get a new one; and this situation will be avoided. So no reason to be mad!”

You pulled back to smile at her gently and she was giving you that wide-eyed look of awe again. You let her go and stood up to your full height, clapping with a grin before turning back to pull out the bacon from the fridge.

“How does eggs with cheese, bacon and toast sound?”

A glance back at Ray as you finished taking out the eggs and she smiled in a way that made your heart warm, arms held behind her back.

“Sure!”

“Whatever.”

Zack’s mutter could barely be heard but the intensity of his eyes on you had definitely lessened as you worked on prepping and cooking the food. Zack and Ray had a quiet, mumbled conversation beyond your back.

As you were plating it you casually mentioned it, knowing you’d have to be careful with your wording.

“So…I figured I’d tell you guys in advance; but I’ll need you to make yourselves scarce tomorrow. Just tomorrow; I’m not kicking you out or anything but it’s important.”

Your voice was light, but serious underneath and as you turned with a grin, both plates in your hands to set them down you froze at the way both of your guests’ heads whipped to stare you down.

Zack’s gaze was analytical; unsure if he should give trust or not and Rachel’s were curious and sad.

After a moment of tense silent Zack smirked bitterly, eyes locked on your every movement like he was ready to pounce.

“Yeah we’re gonna need more than that. The fuck is this “important” buisness you’re talking about?”

Rachel merely nodded in silent agreement, a frown on her lips.

Your anxiety spiked and you fidgeted in place uncomfortably for a moment before you set down their plates. Despite the way your smile and voice shook your forced words out, knowing you were seconds from breaking and needing to be far away before that happened.

“I-I’ll be right back enjoy the food!”

It was all said in one breath and then you were out the door.

You aren’t sure for how far you ran; but it was enough to leave you gasping. The tears and shaking finally came out all at once; the panic and fear of tomorrow taking over as you fell to your knees and held your hands over your head.

You were full-on ugly sobbing, memories vivid and blurry all at once crashing over you and making you feel like you were drowning. You hadn’t had an attack like this in ages. Had been so careful to keep your distance and do everything perfectly…but now that your laptop had been broken and you’d missed a day of classes-

You gasped sharply in pain as your hair was yanked to force you to meet familiar heterochromatic eyes.

Fear struck you for an entirely different reason than he was used to as you shoved him away to cover your face in horror.

“Don’t look at me! What are you doing here; how did you find me!?”

“Chasing people who run is quite literally all I do. Maybe you should think about that next time you try it. You’ve run far enough lady. Start. Talking. What’s happening tomorrow that has you this…”

He motioned vaguely to your disheveled form despite you not looking at him.

“this?”

You turned away in shame but he wasn’t having it, grunting and grabbing your wrists roughly to force your hands down after crouching in front of you. He seemed wholly unaffected by your crying, save for the odd smile tugging at the edges of his lips and the trembling of his own bandaged hands.

“Talk, dammit! I’m about 3 seconds from dragging you back to the house by your hair!”

You let out a watery laugh as you had no choice but to look at him. No matter how hard you tried to squirm or pull your wrists away he didn’t even acknowledge your efforts with tightening his grip easily keeping you still without any true strength.

“He’s-He’ll come tomorrow. He’s going to get a note from the college that’ll be delivered by the school, as well as here and he’s going to find out where I live and then he’s going to take it all away from me-”

You were starting to fully spiral now that your words had been giving voice and continued talking as Zack’s gaze turned cold and sharp.

“Hey.”

“He’s going to force me away, he’ll make me leave college and work to pay him more than I already have to every month-”

“Mouse-”

“He’s gonna tear me apart again, take away everything and everyone I care about till all that’s left is him, his hatred, the negative voice that never stops, maybe I should just end-glch!”

You were cut off with one of his hands abruptly squeezing your air supply shut for a moment in clear warning before it returned, quick as a snake’s strike to your wrist.

Your eyes rushed to his and only then did you realize you’d been hyperventilating.

Zack was the scariest you’d seen him yet, expression manically angry and gleeful all at once.

So lemme get this straight. You were gonna send Ray and I off because you thought you had to protect us?”

He threw his head back and laughed; loud and maniacal before his grip on your wrist tightened harshly and he abruptly snarled at you.

“We don’t need your fucking protection, little girl. That fucker wants a fight from either of us, he’ll be dead before he can even move.”

You shook your head, sniffling as you calmed a little though a few tears still slipped out.

“You-You don’t understand. It’s not your problem. He’s my burden to bear.”

“The house belongs to me too right?”

Zack’s question caught you off guard but you nodded instantly nonetheless.

“Yeah of course-”

“Then it’s my problem too. And Ray’s since she stays with me.”

Tears blurred your vision again but for an entirely different reason as you felt something you hadn’t experienced since your Mom and Mr. Takamata had passed.

“Zack, are you-?”

He released you then, moving to stand quickly and starting to walk away with a scoff.

“You really are a crybaby. Come home already!”

That did it.

You choked back your tears and grinned, him glancing out of the corner of his eye before turning away.

You trailed behind him and if he slowed his pace just enough to allow you to walk at his side you certainly didn’t comment.

“R-Right!”

[universallychaoticpan]

You know you love me

Issac Foster x reader

Just running wild with Zack because C H A OS

My first time writing for him as well, but I love him so much and I couldn't resist. Dub Zack is perfection and I will fight someone on that. It pretty short but it was fun to write. Enjoy!! <3

"You scared?"

Zack's face was teasing like it always was, his hand extended to you as he helped you climb out of the window.

"No, dumbass, I have this terrified expression on my face because I'm having so much fun!"

Swinging onto the sill, you closed the window to your bedroom and scaled the side of your house with ease to meet him on the ground. Unlike you, though, who had climbed down before jumping a short distance onto the wet grass, Zack just jumped outright and landed with a thump on the ground, facedown with one thumb in the air.

"Will you be quiet?! If my parents wake up we're screwed!"

"I forget you still have to worry about that," he replied, rolling his eyes as you jabbed him playfully in the side.

"I'm driving so be nice to me or you might end up in a ditch in the middle of nowhere."

He tossed you the keys to his ancient car, cackling wildly as he slipped into the passenger seat.

"Kinky."

You didn't really know if you wanted to smack him or laugh, so instead you pealed out of your driveway and onto the nearest highway, tearing down the road with the windows down just for the fun of it. On your right, Zack had the radio cranked so high it felt as though your ears would burst, screaming lyrics to the passing billboards like he'd lost his damn mind.

Probably has, you thought. But hey, there was no one else you'd rather run around with like this. Sure, the car smelled like old cigarettes and you both looked like you'd either won or lost a fight in some back alley, but it was free, and it was fun as hell. When you did this, you did it with no destination, no plan except for be back before the sunrise. And even that was negotiable depending on the day, meaning every second after dark was fair game for the city to become your own personal playground. One night you'd gotten matching tattoos on a whim, searing the image of a crossed knife and scythe into the skin of your lower back. It still made you laugh a little when your shirt lifted enough to see it, that reminder of just how much you loved Zack coaxing you out every night.

"So," you said, raising your voice over the howling music. "Where we off to tonight? Or do we just drive 'till we're too broke to keep payin' for it?"

Taking a coin from his pocket, he tossed it up and let it fall back to his hand, studying it intently for a moment before turning back to you. You could already see the beginnings of something snarky on his lips, and you smirked in return as you replied.

"Well I'd say let's drive, but since whoever gave you a licence obviously had a death wish, I'm not so sure."

Your laugh mixed with the scream of electric guitars and the thunder of the wind through your hair, an untamed symphony of sound just for the hell of it all.

"Not to late to leave you in that ditch, asshole. Besides, you know you love me."

"That I do, y/n. That I do."

All you knew for sure was that as long as you made it home before sunrise, the world was yours. And you were going to make it count.

[opalescent-x-readers]

Issac Foster x Reader (Angel's of Death)

It seemed like forever since he got locked up in this dump. All he could think about, other than scaring the crap out of newbie guards, was the promise he made to Rachel. He tried to figure out how to break out, and after thinking "What would Rachel do?" pissed him off he would scare the other inmates to have some fun. To him the plan was simple. Find a weapon, something sharp, and stab his way out! He realized he would never get the chance when some guards randomly dragged him off of the prison yard (away from the inmates he was tormenting) and into a van.

"As soon as I get out of here you ass clowns are dead!" He hissed before the doors were slammed shut. He now sat still handcuffed in a fancy office filled with armed guards. In front of him sat a man with a shitty grin on his face. "Issac Foster! I've heard so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you!" The man exclaimed.

"Cut the shit motherfucker why the hell am I here?!" Issac yelled, getting the attention of the guards. "Everyone calm down!" "Issac I have a proposition for you if you accept you will be granted your freedom." Issac's breath hitched. From what he knew they wanted to sentence him to death. If he could get let out he could fulfill Rachel and his promise that much quicker. Issac's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

Issac was taken to a room strewn with pictures and information about a person. "Y/N L/N?" Issac asked. "Yes. They're an old friend of mine, and they must be taken care of." "Oh yeah? You assassinate all your friends or something?" The man laughed. "I've done nothing of the sort, but a few of my friends have met tragic ends..." Issac rolled his eyes. "They're going to be attending a gala tonight, that's where I want it done. You see they've done somethings that have proven to be a threat to me and my business... That's why I need your services." "Look I don't give a fuck about your social life or this Y/N. If I do this I'll be off the hook right?" The man sighed. "Yes Issac, you will be off the hook."

They went over his master plan. From what he understood Issac was to enter from the roof, find the target, and slit their throat. "There won't be much security there, and the jobs of those that are present is to protect you. Not the guests." Issac looked at the man like he was crazy. "Protect me?! If those guards get anywhere near me I'll slit their fucking throats!" Issac screamed. The man sighed. "That reminds me." He said before handing Issac a fancy looking scythe causing Zack to grin. "You'll be needing this."

The gala was taking place in a building with a huge glass roof. Issac now stood at the top of the dome, trying to match the crumpled up picture of you with someone below. "Yknow what, who gives a rats ass where they are?! I'll just kill everyone down there!' He exclaimed with a grin before shattering the glass dome causing panic. He swiftly climbed down to ground level. "You all look like you're having fun, and that pisses me off!" He screamed.

Psychotic laughter and blood-curdling screams were all you heard before the crowd of people around you was slashed to bits. Issac cackled loudly as blood flew through the air. He goes to kill his target, then stops in his tracks. 'Did they look that good in that picture? I guess I wasn't thinking about it...' He thought. Issac quickly changed his expression from confused to annoyed as he trapped you between him and the blade of his scythe.

You tried to ignore your almost violent trembling as you attempted to read the mans face. Anger and maybe confusion? "Y/N L/N..." He mumbled. All thoughts of Rachel melted away with the heat that rose to his cheeks. "Yknow what? You're coming with me until I figure this out!" He said before knocking you out with the shaft of his scythe.

What was the plan now? Issac had no idea. Maybe find someplace to hide away from the cops that were sure to be on his ass soon. All Issac knew was that he needed you with him, for whatever reason. Who knows, maybe you'd figure out all the rest together.

[nightqueen1221]

Angels of death request zack x male reader who is innocent bubbly sweet and kind and is the most pure reincarnation of sunshine headcanons

-God, a side by side comparison most look so funny.

-Just a dude with a bloody hoodie and a scythe, next to a bright and happy man.

-And the fact that you have so much energy and emotion, but he hasn't killed you? It's a miracle.

-Zack isn't one to get embarrassed, but he is dumber than a rock, using that to your advantage is important.

-He gives into you more than other people, but that's only because you two are dating.

-Rachael is like a sister, or daughter to you guys. She is a bit confused on how the two of you are complete opposites. Yet, you're dating.

-She still favors Zack over you, only because she knew him longer. She doesn't ignore you or anything, but she goes to him if it's something more private.

-Zack questions how you're so happy all the damn time.

-"You know we could die anyway, and you're sittin' here smiling?"

-If you want hugs, he's... really aggressive. You could just be sitting down when all of a sudden, he just comes up from behind and pulls your head into his chest.

-Do not ask him for a kiss, he doesn't really like em. The most you'll probably get is on the cheek, and that would be him doing the action. He finds kisses oj the lips "gross" and "Why would you want to do that?"

-(I would also try and help him learn to read and write.)

-Once he begins reading and writing, he'll leave you little messages.

-"i LikE u"

-It's simple, but cute.

-He also loves to hear you laugh, and will do almost anything to try and make you do so.

-Laughing wasn't really in his childhood, but when it was, it was usually at him. Knowing that you're laugh with him makes him much better about himself.