One For The Banter

In pain, theres peace.

Call of Duty Ghost

Ghost x Fem! Lieutenant! Reader

Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of guns/gunshot, wounds, friend dying, friend getting injured, self blame

Oof this one hurts- I'm so tired but I got it done, I need to go eat my hot-pockets now

-Writer Icy

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Gunfire. Screaming for a medic. Not having enough time

It happened too fast. I watch as he lay lifeless on the concrete floor, several gunshot wounds to the stomach and chest… right through the vest.

As the unit communicated through coms, the world went quiet for me. I froze, my heart pounding in my ears as my blood ran cold. Rage and anger but sadness and regret. I was frozen, stuck in one spot as I stared down at my now dead best friend. He had been there my junior and senior year of highschool and enrolled into the military with me..I was at his damn wedding- “Y/N! Pull yourself together!' I heard Soap's voice ring out sharply, his words cutting through the silence that I thought was there. 'This isn't a field trip, L/n! Get your ass into gea-” another gunshot and a yell. My head whipped around to Soap who was now bleeding from his bicep. “Fuck..” I had to move, I had frozen in the middle of fire. My heart sank as I realized the severity of my actions. 

Ghost’s POV

Soap's words had stung her, but they also served as a harsh reminder of her duty. I ran out just as L/n looped her arm up under Soap’s, making their way back to the hall we took cover in. I could only serve a sharp look her way. “L/n, You're a lieutenant. Act like one.” I grumbled under my breath. She put her head down as the rest of the unit met back at the evacuation heli.

No ones POV

After returning to base, a run-down shack in the middle of nowhere; they were able to get Soap down and banaged after removing the lodged bullet in his arm. “Fuckin’ ‘ell Soap” Ghost mumbled after watching Y/n bandage Soaps arm. “L/n, what the hell were you thinking? People die everyday- You could’ve gotten Soap or yourself killed.” 

Y/n nodded “Yes Ghost I know, I know the severity of my actions and what could’ve happened…It wont happen again.” she mumbled before leaving. Soap grabbed Ghost’s arm with his good one, “Go easy on ‘er mate. How’d you feel if ya’ lost her in combat?” Ghost nodded, “I know…Have to be harsh on her out front…Price would have our arse if he knew-” Soap patted his comrade’s arm and nodded “I know. Just go get ‘er.” He mumbled before relaxing back into his temporary bed.

Ghost returned to their shared room to find Y/n sitting on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. Tears streamed down her face as grief consumed her, not only for their fallen comrade but also for the realization that her panic and freeze up could have jeopardized Soap, herself and the whole mission… So many more lives could’ve been lost if she had stood there another second-

“Y/n,” Ghost’s deep voice rang through the silence of the small room. He closed the door and made his way over to her, his heart heavy.

'I'm sorry, Simon,' Leah whispered, her voice trembling. 'I let you down.'

Ghost crossed the room and crouched in front of her. With a soft touch, he rested his ungloved hand on her knee, his gaze meeting hers. 'You didn't let me down, Y/n.”

'But I panicked,' Leah protested. “I could’ve gotten Soap or someone else on the team killed. I-If I had stood there another second, It could've-”

“We all have our moments of weakness, Y/n,” Ghost sighed, cutting her off. “But it's how we respond to them that truly matters.”

Ghost's words brought a glimmer of solace to Y/n. She leaned into his shoulder as the final walls broke as she cried openly into her partners shoulder. He held her close, whispering soothing words into her hair. “Let's honor your friend,” Ghost suggested softly. “We'll give them a separate burial, just the two of us tomorrow…I know they were your best friend.” 

“He was practically my brother Simon..” she hiccuped. “So lets make them feel honored. He may be gone but not completely.” Ghost soothed her to the best of his ability. Comfort wasn’t his specialty, it was Soap’s. Being with Y/n, he had to learn a thing or two as to, in words of Soap, “Not be a fucking dick-faced-prick”.

The following day, they found a secluded spot, far from the temporary base in the forest clearing. With solemn hearts, they laid their comrade to rest, offering a whispered prayer for their eternal peace. As they filled the grave, Y/n felt a sense of closure. Though the sorrow would linger, she knew that her friend had found their way to the afterlife. It hurt her but she knew it was always going to hurt when she lost someone she loved. She knew when she joined, they both did. But as she looked at her partner beside her, she felt relief that she wasn't going through this alone. The man might be harsh, rude, and unfeeling on the outside but she knew what laid in his heart and she loved him for it all.

Together, Ghost rebuilt Y/n’s shattered spirits. They recognized the strength in their connection and the importance of supporting each other through their darkest hours. Y/n's panic had been a harrowing experience, but it had also brought them closer together, forging an unbreakable bond that transcended the battlefield. He knew she was going to be okay, not today or tomorrow, but she’ll get through this and he’d help her till the end.

I made some....like...a day ago-

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Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

Hi! Can I request where reader is like really pretty, that in public they get hit on by others, and while that happens yandere sbg cast is feeling jealous. How do you think it will end?

POLY! Yandere SBG x Reader who gets hit on in public often

The gang

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, agression, slight disturbance

Okay, sidenote- I firmly believe everyone is beautiful. The only way someone could be ugly is if they are rude, coldhearted and cruel. Attractiveness vary from looks to personality. BUT- with that being said, do nooottt call yourself ugly please<3 I love you silly gooses!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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When a yandere School Bus Graveyard gang is involved, jealousy and possessiveness are bound to escalate quickly, especially when someone dares to hit on the reader in public. Each member of the gang, fueled by their obsessive feelings for the reader, would react differently to protect their claim. But one thing remains consistent: no one messes with the reader without facing the consequences.

Scenario:

The reader is out with the gang, casually walking through the mall or hanging out at a park, enjoying the fresh air and freedom. But being as attractive as they are, it’s not long before a random person approaches them, clearly interested, offering a flirty comment or attempting to strike up a conversation. For a moment, the air around the gang grows tense. Their shared obsession with the reader makes them hyper-aware of any threat to their control, and the mere idea of someone else coveting what they believe is theirs sets them on edge.

Ashlynn:

Ashlynn immediately steps forward, blocking the flirty stranger from getting too close. Her smile is tight, her eyes dark with unspoken warning. “We were having a conversation,” she’d say with ice in her voice, as if daring the person to try something more. If they persist, Ashlynn won’t hesitate to step in closer, practically invading their space. Her jealousy is a quiet, burning thing, and though she won’t lash out physically in public, her words will be razor-sharp. “I suggest you back off before things get messy.”

She’ll then turn to the reader, her hand gently but possessively placed on their shoulder or arm. “Let’s go. You don’t need people like that bothering you.” It’s a command more than a suggestion, and the reader will feel the weight of Ashlynn’s jealousy as she keeps a close eye on them for the rest of the day.

Tyler:

Tyler is not subtle about his jealousy. The moment someone even glances at the reader with flirtatious intent, Tyler’s already fuming, stepping in between them and the reader like a protective barrier. He’s not afraid to get physical if necessary, his eyes narrowed in pure anger. “You got a problem?” he’d say, his voice low and dangerous, practically daring the person to say something. If they push their luck, Tyler won’t hold back, fists clenched, ready to escalate the situation to something violent.

Once the threat is gone, Tyler will turn to the reader, his possessiveness bubbling over as he pulls them close. “I hate when people try to mess with you like that,” he’d mutter, his hands gripping them just a little too tightly. He’d make sure to stay extra close to the reader for the rest of the day, glaring at anyone who so much as looks in their direction. Tyler’s jealousy turns into a need to always be near, as if being away from the reader even for a second might allow someone else to take them away.

Taylor:

Taylor’s jealousy manifests in a quieter but no less dangerous way. When someone hits on the reader, Taylor’s first instinct is to get the reader out of the situation quickly, pulling them aside or wrapping her arm around them protectively. She won’t even acknowledge the stranger, acting as if they don’t exist. Instead, she’ll focus solely on the reader, her voice soft but insistent. “Don’t pay attention to them. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.” Her jealousy is laced with anxiety, terrified that someone could steal the reader away from the gang.

After the encounter, Taylor will stick close to the reader, her possessive side creeping out more with every lingering glance from others. She’ll subtly remind the reader that they’re hers, tracing her fingers along the reader’s arm or holding their hand tightly, unwilling to let go. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” she’d whisper, her eyes dark with obsession. No one else could ever love the reader like she does, and she’ll make sure they never forget that.

Aiden:

Aiden’s jealousy is crazed and kind of hyper. The moment someone tries to flirt with the reader, Aiden’s face casts over with a grin, stepping closer to the reader, his arm wrapping around their waist possessively. He’ll stare down the stranger with an unnerving intensity with that crazed smile, his eyes practically daring them to say something else. If the person continues to flirt, Aiden will probably say something unnerving and strange to scare them off. “ Do you ever think when the hearse goes by, that you will be the next to die?”

Once the person is gone, Aiden will turn to the reader with a calm but possessive expression. “You don’t need people like that in your life. They don’t care about you like we do.” His jealousy simmers beneath the surface, and though he won’t lash out physically, his controlling nature will become more apparent. Aiden will stay closer to the reader, ensuring they don’t stray too far from the group and keeping a sharp eye on anyone else who dares to show interest in them.

 Ben:

Ben’s jealousy is a dangerous thing. He’ll immediately step in, towering over the stranger with an intimidating presence. “Back off,” he’d growl, his voice low and threatening. Ben doesn’t do well with competition, and the idea of someone else thinking they have a shot with the reader drives him into a possessive rage. He won’t hesitate to physically push the person away if they don’t take the hint, his protective instincts taking over completely.

Once the threat is gone, Ben will pull the reader into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around them as if he’s afraid they’ll disappear. His jealousy turns into a desperate need to protect and hover over the reader, and he’ll hold onto the them for the rest of the day, constantly reminding them that they belong with the gang, not anyone else.

Logan:

Logan’s reaction to someone flirting with the reader is cold and calculating. He’ll step forward, his gaze hard and unyielding as he silently positions himself between the reader and the stranger. Logan doesn’t need words to make his feelings known—his presence alone is enough to make most people back off. But if the person persists, Logan will speak in a low, dangerous voice. “You’re wasting your time. They’re not interested.”

Once the encounter is over, Logan will remain close to the reader, his possessiveness masked by his calm demeanor. He’ll subtly remind them that they belong to the gang, his hand resting on their back or shoulder as they continue their day. Logan’s jealousy is quiet but intense, and he’ll make sure the reader knows they’re never out of his sight. “You’re ours,” he’d murmur quietly, his voice soft but filled with an unspoken warning.

How It Ends:

The jealousy within the gang builds until it’s almost unbearable. They can’t stand the idea of someone else trying to take the reader away, and after the encounter, they’ll be even more possessive and controlling than usual. The gang will surround the reader, making it clear to everyone around them that the reader is theirs and theirs alone. Anyone who dares to show interest in the reader again won’t get a second chance—whether through intimidation, threats, or worse, the gang will make sure no one else comes near the reader.

In the end, the reader finds themselves even more tightly bound to the gang, their freedom slipping away as the gang’s obsession deepens. The reader belongs to them, and no one else will ever get the chance to take them away.

Your not very good at this

Silver the Hedgehog x fem! Reader

Got stuff from the drafts that need to breathe...trust that ive got requests in my inbox, those are being worked on....ANYWAY I finally watched the new Sonic 3 and now have inspiration for writing....

I love Silver....so....

Also reader is Amy's sister...idk I had this idea and thought it was cute... enjoy!!

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Silver paced nervously near the edge of the forest, his silver fur glowing faintly in the afternoon sun. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, all revolving around Y/n, Amy's spirited younger sister. She was kind, confident, and had a contagious laugh that echoed in his mind whenever he thought about her.

Desperate for advice, Silver decided to turn to someone who seemed to know a thing or two about relationships—Sonic. Probably not the best idea...

He zipped into the clearing where Sonic was relaxing under a tree. "Sonic, I need your help."

Sonic cracked an eye open and smirked. "What's up, future boy?"

Silver hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I think I like someone, but I don’t know how to tell them."

Sonic sat up, his smirk growing wider. "Oh, ho, this is gonna be good. Who's the lucky lady? Wait, let me guess... It’s Blaze, isn’t it?"

Silver groaned in frustration. "No, it's not Blaze! Ugh, forget it, this was a mistake."

Sonic, thoroughly amused, leaned back against the tree, hands behind his head. "Aw, come on, don’t get all huffy. Just tell her how you feel. Be honest. And maybe don’t act too jumpy around her?? Might scare her off!"

"Thanks for nothing!" Silver snapped, storming off as Sonic’s laughter echoed behind him.

Silver stopped in the forest, leaning against a tree, his frustration boiling over. He clenched his fists and muttered, "Why did I think he would actually help?"

"Silver?" Y/n’s voice called softly.

Silver froze, his heart skipping a beat. He turned to see her standing a few feet away, her e/c eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay? You looked upset."

He sighed heavily, trying to compose himself. "I’m fine. Just... frustrated."

Y/n walked closer, her curiosity evident. "You sure? You can talk to me, you know."

Silver hesitated before blurting out, "I like someone, but I don’t know how to tell them."

Y/n’s expression faltered for a split second before she forced a smile. "Oh, I see. Well, maybe just be direct. Tell them how you feel. You’re a good guy, Silver. I’m sure they’ll see that."

Silver furrowed his brow, her words sinking in. He repeated softly, “Tell them how I feel…”

Y/n nodded, her smile kind but tinged with sadness. “Exactly. It’s the only way to know for sure.”

Silver’s heart pounded in his chest. Summoning every ounce of courage, he took a step closer to her. “I just did.”

Y/n blinked, confused at first, but as his words registered, her eyes widened. “Wait... what?”

Silver’s face flushed a deep red as he gestured nervously toward her. “I... I was talking about you, Y/n..”

Ruby’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink. “Oh…” she whispered, stunned.

Terrified of her reaction, Silver panicked. In a last-ditch effort to salvage his courage, he leaned forward and pressed a quick, nervous kiss to her cheek. “I... I’m sorry, I have to go!” he stammered before vanishing in a flash of psychic energy.

Y/n stood there, her hand on her cheek where he’d kissed her, her heart racing. A slow, genuine smile spread across her face as she whispered, “You dork...”

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Y/n couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she walked back to Amy’s house. Her fingers gently brushed against her cheek, where Silver’s lips had barely touched. She felt light, almost as if she were floating, the whole interaction replaying in her mind.

When she reached Amy’s place, she opened the door to find her sister sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Amy looked up and immediately froze, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What’s that look for?” she asked, pointing at Y/n’s flushed face and the dreamy grin she couldn’t hide.

“What look?” Y/n said, trying and failing to act nonchalant as she kicked off her shoes and tried to head upstairs.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily!” Amy sprang up, blocking Y/n's path. “That’s not your normal face. You’re blushing! Spill it, Y/n. What happened?”

Y/n hesitated, her smile faltering. “It’s nothing, Amy, seriously—”

Amy gasped, clasping her hands together. “Did someone kiss you? Oh my gosh, they did, didn’t they?! Who was it? Was it someone I know? Was it Silver?!”

Y/n groaned, knowing there was no escaping Amy’s relentless questioning. She sighed and plopped down on the couch, hiding her face in her hands. “Okay, fine! Yes, it was Silver. He told me he liked me and then kissed me on the cheek before disappearing like the awkward mess he is.”

Amy let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, practically bouncing in place. “Oh, my gosh! I knew it! I knew he had a thing for you. He’s been staring at you like a love-struck puppy every time we hang out. This is so cute! You have to tell me everything he said—wait, no, tell me how you feel first. Do you like him back?”

Y/n peeked at her sister through her fingers, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah… I think I do. He’s sweet, and honestly, I’ve kind of liked him for a while now. But I didn’t think he felt the same until today.”

Amy let out another excited squeal and grabbed Y/n’s hands. “This is amazing! You and Silver, my sister and one of my best friends—it’s perfect! You two are going to be so adorable together.”

Before Y/n could reply, a knock at the door interrupted them. Y/n’s eyes widened in panic, her face paling. “What if that’s him? Amy, you answer it. I can’t—I’m not ready!”

Amy rolled her eyes but went to the door, muttering, “You’re such a dork sometimes.” She opened the door, expecting Silver, but instead, Sonic leaned casually against the frame, his signature grin firmly in place.

“Hey, Ames,” Sonic said smoothly, stepping inside and wrapping an arm around her waist. He glanced over at Y/n, who was peeking nervously around the corner, her face still pink. “Well, well, if it isn’t little miss blushy. What’s got you so flustered?”

Amy smacked his arm playfully. “Sonic, don’t tease her. She’s had a *big* day.”

Sonic raised an eyebrow. “Big day, huh? Let me guess… Silver finally grew a spine and told her how he feels?”

Y/n groaned, hiding her face again. “Why does everyone know about this except me?”

“Because Silver’s not exactly subtle,” Sonic said with a chuckle. “He’s been tripping over himself around you for months. Took him long enough to say something, though.”

Amy smirked, leaning into Sonic’s side. “Don’t worry, Y/n. Sonic might be annoying, but he’s right. Silver likes you a lot, and if you like him back, then this is just the beginning of something really special.”

Y/n lowered her hands, her cheeks still warm but her smile returning. “You think so?”

Amy nodded firmly. “I know so. Now, come on, we need to figure out what you’re going to say when Silver shows up again.”

“Wait,” Y/n said, panicking slightly. “You don’t think he’s coming back today, do you?”

Amy grinned mischievously. “Oh, I wouldn’t put it past him. Better be ready, sis.”

Sonic grinned, clearly enjoying the moment far too much. “Oh, Y/n, you have no idea,” he said cheekily, stepping aside and revealing Silver, who was awkwardly pressed against the wall outside, his silver fur slightly ruffled and his face a deep shade of red.

“Sonic!” Silver hissed, clearly panicking. “I wasn’t ready for this!”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Sonic replied with a laugh, patting Silver’s back. Then he turned to Amy and looped an arm around her waist. “Come on, Ames, we’ve got a date to get to.”

“What? Now?” Amy exclaimed, glancing between Y/n and Silver with a sly smile. “You’re leaving them alone?”

“Exactly,” Sonic said with a wink, already pulling her toward the door. “Have fun, lovebirds!”

Before Y/n could process what was happening, Sonic had pushed Silver into the house, the door closing behind him with a loud click. The sudden momentum sent Silver stumbling forward, and Y/n instinctively reached out to steady him, her hands gripping his forearms to keep him from falling.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Y/n looked up, her wide ruby-red eyes locking with Silver’s golden ones. They were close—closer than she had expected—and the air between them was charged with nervous energy.

Silver swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Hi.”

Y/n blinked, her cheeks flushing an even deeper pink. “Hi,” she replied softly.

They stayed like that for a few moments, neither knowing what to say or do. Silver’s hands hovered near her shoulders, unsure if he should step back or hold on. Y/n’s grip on his forearms tightened slightly, her heart racing so fast she thought it might burst.

“I—uh—” Silver started, then stopped, his brain failing him completely.

Y/n’s lips quirked into a nervous smile. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Silver groaned, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “Not at all.”

Her soft laugh broke the tension slightly, and she finally let go of his arms, though her hands lingered just a second longer than necessary. “It’s okay. I think it’s kind of… cute.”

Silver’s eyes shot open, and he looked at her with a mixture of hope and disbelief. “You do?”

She nodded, her smile growing. “Yeah. But you don’t have to be so nervous, Silver. It’s just me.”

“That’s the problem,” Silver muttered under his breath, though Ruby caught it. She tilted her head curiously, but before she could ask what he meant, Silver took a deep breath, his hands finally resting lightly on her shoulders.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “I… I meant everything I said earlier. I really, really like you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay, but I just needed you to know.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, his sincerity and vulnerability written all over his face. Slowly, she smiled, her voice soft and warm. “You’re such a dork, Silver.”

His face fell slightly. “Oh… right. Yeah, I—”

She cut him off by stepping closer, kissing his cheek and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “But I like you too,” she whispered against his shoulder.

Silver froze for a moment before his arms slowly came up to hug her back. His face was beet red, but a smile broke out across his face as relief and happiness washed over him.

Outside, Sonic and Amy peeked through a window, grinning like proud matchmakers. “Told you this would work,” Sonic said smugly.

Amy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her own smile. “Alright, alright. You were right—for once.”

U did sooo good with your yandere sbg, im in luv with u now♡♡♡☆

Feel free to ignore this, but same yandere au for sbg that u wrote, but reader ends up dying in the phantom world, their death ends up to be painful, slow, and they black out thinking no one is coming to save them. I rlly like angst. can u tell? (I need a happy ending tho😣🥹🥺)

If the Yandere! SBG gang lost you in the Phantom world

Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Ben, Aiden, Logan

WARNING: Yandere themes, violent, gore, descriptive

Awww <3 Im so happy you liked them, and I'd be so happy to write this for you! I wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or full stories so its kinda..both?? Either way! Can be seen as romantic or platonic with a gender neutral reader!!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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In the eerie, twisted landscape of the Phantom World, your cornered by the terrifying creature, its shadowy form obscured in the dim, otherworldly light under the blood red sky. The attack came brutally, the phantom striking with relentless fury, leaving deep wounds that bled profusely as it slashed its long hands across your abdomen and stomach. As you lay on the cold ground, pain wracked your body, and each breath became a struggle. Time seemed to stretch, and your vision blurred with tears as you slowly slipped in and out of consciousness. Despite the overwhelming agony, you clung to the hope that your friends would find you in time before death’s icy grip took you away. But as minutes turned to hours, and the chill of the Phantom World seeped into your skin and bones, despair settled in. Your final thoughts are filled with the aching belief that no one was coming to save you. The darkness closed in, and you blacked out, feeling utterly alone. Were you ever truly relevant to them though?

Ashlynn:

Devastated and furious with herself for not being there to protect you. You were pale, cold. How did this happen?? You guys were running from the swarm of Phantoms and you got separated…shit, she should’ve helped you. You were chased, killed and now your lifeless body lay in her arms. 

Ashlynn's heart shattered when she saw your pale form on the hospital bed, the beeping machines the only sign of life. She refused to leave your side, berating herself for failing to protect you. Each hour felt like an eternity as she traced your hand, her voice a soft murmur of apologies.

Once back in the real world she stays by your side constantly, tracing your hand softly, careful to not touch the IVs in your hands and arms… She blamed herself for you dying. She should’ve followed you, protected you, you wouldn’t be here if she had followed. She spent most of her time here after school until going home to deal with making plans and the 7 hour nightmare they were still stuck in.

Once Ashlynn gets the call that your awake though? She’s there in a heartbeat. She becomes fiercely protective, constantly checking on you and ensuring you are never alone, guilt and relief warring within her. She cant stand the thought of it, the image of your mangled body along the ground sticks in her mind. When you finally opened your eyes, Ashlynn froze in shock as waves of emotions coursed through her. It overwhelmed her to the point of not knowing what to do or say in that moment. After calming down and waiting until everyone else stepped out, she got closer, vowing to never let anything harm you again. The ordeal only deepened her obsession, and she became a constant, protective presence in your life.

Tyler:

His face paled as you lay lifeless on the ground, he was in disbelief that you were gone until he held your limp, bloody body in his arms, your blood staining his hands. Overwhelmed with guilt and anger, blames himself for not being there for you. He watched you as you were targeted and yet he kept running with the other group. He needed to turn around, why didn't he turn around!? 

He couldn’t shake the guilt of not being able to save you, and it gnawed at him as he paced the hospital halls, demanding answers and updates from your nurses and doctors that checked on you. He was distressed, taking out all of his emotions on his friends in short bursts of anger. They understood though, they knew how he cared.

 No amount of comfort or kind words could make him relax until he got the call from one of your doctors. When you regained consciousness, Tyler felt a surge of relief, but it was tinged with a new intensity. He vowed never to leave your side again, becoming a constant, watchful presence, struggling to keep his protective instincts from suffocating you.

 He sits at the side of your bed for a while, scared that you were gonna blame him as he blamed himself. After you slightly recover, Tyler becomes more possessive, struggling to balance his feelings of guilt and the need to keep the reader safe

Taylor:

She screamed when she saw you, not in fear but in agony of seeing you basically ripped to shreds by one of those things. Why did it happen?? You were grouped together and trying to clear a house near the base. You guys wanted to see if there were any other materials you needed…You were left outside to watch. No one heard you get grabbed, no one saw where it took you until you were gone. You were tore open like a deer from a bear, the gashes and deep and revealing wounds covering your body almost made her sick. 

She struggles with the horror of what happened to you and blames herself for letting you out of her sight. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched the reader lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping the group together and safe. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched you lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping you safe and with the rest of the group. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. When you finally woke up, she bawled uncontrollably at your side, apologizing profusely. Taylor's heart swelled with relief though, knowing you were alive and semi-okay. Determined to keep you safe, she became more attentive and persuasive, her charm a constant comfort as she worked to ensure you never felt alone or afraid again.

Aiden:

Aiden's calm demeanor cracked just slightly as he stared at you lying on the group. Bloody, beaten, dead. The usual calm smile he has plastered on his face falls into a crazed one as his eyes glaze over. He hides his anger and sadness well. He felt a cold numbness settle over him, a detached shock as he lifted you in his arms. He didn't hear you scream, you were alone, you needed him…You were going to hate him.

In the hospital bed, your life hanging by a thread, he quietly takes charge and organizes care towards you, ensuring you were given the best treatment. Even in his grief, he was practical and efficient, managing details and coordinating with doctors. He couldn’t let you die, he failed you once and he wasn’t gonna do it a second time.

When you finally woke up, Aiden felt an intense relief, the dead, psychopathic smile finally disappearing as he stared in shock before smiling for real. Seeing you alive, well and okay(ish) brought him peace but that peace came with a deeper, darker determination. He became even more involved in your life, guiding your every decision with a careful, controlling hand, ensuring you would never be left alone and vulnerable again.

Ben:

The anger inside him swirled with so much emotion he almost snapped. Aiden couldn’t get him to calm down enough or move away. Aiden just kept everyone away from him as Ben held your cold, limp body to his chest. Your heart wasn’t beating…How could you have left his sight..?

You thought you had seen something and decided to run and check it out. The Phantoms were distracted, none were near so you deemed it safe. You had found a small pocket knife but it was broken…then you were jumped and now you were broken too.

Ben felt a profound sadness settle over him as he saw you lying unconscious in the hospital. He struggled to process the sight, his usual calm demeanor shaken. While he tried to be a pillar of strength for the group, internally, he feared the worst. He got slightly defensive and even shoved Aiden away when being comforted.

 When you finally awoke, Ben felt an immense relief wash over him as he gave a slight nod and anxious wave and sat next to your bed. Determined to prevent such a close call from happening again, he became more protective and attentive, always looking out for your needs and ensuring you felt safe and cherished in his presence.

Logan:

He broke down, falling to his knees in body-wracking sobs, overwhelmed by the horror and pain in his heart from seeing you dead. You were lagging behind the group and got grabbed and he couldnt catch you in time. By the time he and the group made it to you, you were pale, bloody and tore open severely with no heartbeat.

 Logan couldn’t hold back the tears as he sat beside your hospital bed, his heart breaking at the sight of your frail, unconscious form. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he was wracked with guilt and sorrow, whispering apologies consistently, hoping you could hear him. 

When you finally opened your eyes, Logan was overwhelmed with relief as he apologized and cried beside you. However, the experience left him emotionally fragile; he became increasingly dependent on you, needing constant reassurance of your well-being and that you didn't hate him.

 Terrified of ever facing such a close call again, he never let you go off on your own and kept a closer eye on you, always telling you he needed to protect you so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Lol I'm a big my babysitter's a vampire and I was wondering if you could do a similar senerio where tyler catches y/n eating a dead animal and he's freaked out at first that his gf is a vampire but later excepts her

"On her bloodstained lips"

Tyler x Fem! VAMPIRE! Reader

Warning: uh...blood and tiny bits of gore but not really?

Y a y...I'm so tired guys.... please enjoy 🙏 🥹

Tyler wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to take a shortcut through the woods that evening. It wasn’t his usual route, but something about the crisp night air and the faint glow of the moon had made it seem like a good idea. As he stepped over fallen branches and avoided patches of mud, he spotted a figure crouched in the clearing ahead.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. But as he got closer, his heart began to pound.

It was you.

Your back was to him, your head bent low, and your shoulders hunched over something on the ground. His voice caught in his throat when he realized what you were doing. The dim light of the moon reflected off the crimson liquid dripping from your lips as you tore into a small, lifeless animal.

“Y/N?” he called out hesitantly, his voice trembling.

You froze. For a split second, you debated running, but you knew it was pointless. Slowly, you turned to face him, your face pale, your eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, and your mouth smeared with blood.

Tyler staggered back, his breath catching. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “Tyler, wait,” you said quickly, standing and wiping your mouth with your sleeve. “I can explain."

He raised a hand as if to keep you at a distance, his voice rising. “Explain? Y/N, I just caught you eating a dead animal! What—how—why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared!” you blurted, your own voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to think I was a monster.”

Tyler stared at you, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and confusion. You took a cautious step forward, your hands raised in a placating gesture. “Please, Tyler,” you said softly. “I’m still me. I didn’t choose to be like this, but I’m managing it. I’d never hurt you or anyone else. You have to believe me please...this is the only real way I can live..."

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The walk back to his house was tense. Tyler hadn’t said much after your confession, but at least he hadn’t run away screaming. You stayed a few steps behind him, giving him space to process what he’d just learned.

When you finally reached his front porch, he turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“I... I don’t know how to feel about this,” he admitted. “It’s a lot to take in.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I get it. I do. And if this is too much for you, I won’t blame you for walking away.”

Tyler looked at you for a long moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I’m freaked out, yeah because who the hell ever expects to catch their girlfriend eating a lifeless animal in the middle of the woods... But I’ve been your boyfriend for months now. I care about you. A lot. And if this is part of who you are... I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. Not like I haven't dealt with rhe unnatural for a while."

A small, hopeful smile tugged at your lips. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, though he still looked a bit pale. “But maybe... maybe don’t eat in front of me for a while, okay?” You laughed softly, the tension easing. “Deal.”

Tyler took a deep breath and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm and reassuring, a reminder that no matter how much things had changed, he still saw you.

“I guess this means I’m officially dating a vampire,” he joked weakly. You grinned, resting your head against his chest. “And you’re officially the bravest human I know.”

Christmas with Them

Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Husk, Vox, Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!!

1 of a few Christmas Posts!!! Enjoyyyy!!

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Angel Dust

- Angel drags you to the most extravagant and chaotic stores in Hell, loudly commenting on tacky ornaments and inappropriate holiday decorations. He insists on buying matching ugly Christmas sweaters for both of you.

- You both turn your living space into a glitter explosion while hanging up decorations. Angel ends up covered in tinsel and insists it’s his “holiday look.”

- A hilariously sarcastic commentary on every cheesy Christmas movie you watch together, especially rom-coms. Angel constantly points out how he’d do things differently.

- Angel’s presents are often over-the-top and flashy, like a sequined stocking filled with novelty items. He loves seeing your reaction, especially if it makes you laugh.

- Angel improvises a "snowball fight" using pillow stuffing or anything he can throw. It quickly devolves into a chaotic but hilarious mess.

- Angel sets up playful (and slightly inappropriate) pranks around the house, like booby-trapped mistletoe that sprays glitter.

- He drags you into a karaoke night, belting out raunchy versions of Christmas classics while pulling you up for duets.

- Angel crafts stockings for both of you, but his is covered in rhinestones and feathers, while yours has a playful inside joke about your relationship.

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You woke up to the sound of loud music blasting through the apartment. Groaning, you rolled over and saw Angel Dust, already in a ridiculous Santa-themed outfit, complete with glittery red heels.

“Rise and shine, sugar! Santa Dust is here to bring some Christmas chaos!” he yelled, shaking a bag full of wrapped presents.

The living room was a mess of wrapping paper, candy canes, and tinsel. Angel had clearly been up for hours, “redecorating” the place. He plopped down beside you, handing you a sloppily wrapped gift.

“I know it ain’t perfect,” he said with a wink, “but it’s fabulous, just like me.”

Inside was a sequined jacket in your favorite color. Before you could thank him, he yanked you into a hug, covering you in glitter. “Merry Christmas, babe! Now, let’s eat cookies for breakfast and watch the worst holiday movies we can find!”

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Alastor

- Alastor prepares an elaborate Christmas dinner with dishes from various cultures. He insists on you trying everything, recounting stories about the origins of the recipes with his usual sinister grin.

- He takes you to Hell’s version of Christmas caroling, which involves twisted and haunting renditions of holiday classics. He sings with eerie enthusiasm, making the experience both fun and chilling.

- Alastor dims the lights, turns on some vintage Christmas jazz, and offers his hand to you for an impromptu dance in front of a crackling fire.

- His presents are always wrapped perfectly, but they often come with a cryptic backstory that leaves you curious (or slightly unsettled).

- Alastor gathers you by the fire to tell twisted holiday tales, his voice both chilling and captivating as he adds his sinister flair.

- He surprises you with a hand-carved ornament or a vintage keepsake, proudly stating it’s made “with a personal touch.”

- He takes you on a stroll through Hell’s version of a winter wonderland, narrating the history of the sights with a mischievous grin.

- Alastor sets up his vintage record player to play Christmas tunes, occasionally breaking into an impromptu performance to serenade you.

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You awoke to the sound of soft jazz playing from Alastor’s Victrola. The warm scent of fresh pastries and spiced coffee wafted through the air. When you stepped into the living room, Alastor was adjusting a garland on the fireplace, wearing a festive sweater that somehow still looked sinister.

“Ah, my dear, you’re just in time! Breakfast is ready, and the festivities are about to commence,” he said with his ever-present grin.

He guided you to a beautifully set table, complete with an array of homemade treats. “I’ve prepared something special for you,” he said, handing you a small, intricately wrapped box.

Inside was a vintage locket with a picture of the two of you. “A token of my appreciation for the… interesting times we’ve shared,” he said, chuckling.

The rest of the morning was spent in a mix of eerie Christmas carols and surprisingly heartfelt moments, making it a day to remember.

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Husk

- Husk isn’t big on holidays but agrees to spend Christmas with you, as long as there’s booze involved. He keeps things simple and cozy.

- He teaches you a card game (or makes up his own rules) while sipping spiked eggnog. The banter is half the fun.

- Though he grumbles about the holidays, you catch him smiling when he sees you happy. He secretly gets you a thoughtful gift but denies it’s a big deal.

- Husk shares stories about his life over a quiet Christmas night, his guard lowered just enough for you to see his softer side.

- Husk insists on a lazy day spent napping with you in a pile of blankets, saying it’s the best way to "celebrate."

- He begrudgingly takes you on a tour of his favorite bars, which turns into an unexpectedly fun holiday adventure.

- You play drinking games where the rules involve mocking cheesy holiday tropes in movies or commercials.

- Late at night, Husk shares an old Christmas memory that’s surprisingly heartwarming, making the moment unexpectedly tender.

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When you woke up, Husk was already in the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he poured coffee into two mismatched mugs. He turned and noticed you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Morning. Figured I’d get the caffeine going,” he said, setting a mug down in front of you.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Christmas music playing on an old radio. Husk had set up a small tree the night before, its lights blinking lazily.

“I, uh, got you something,” he muttered, pulling a neatly wrapped box from under the tree. Inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—a book you’d mentioned wanting.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, though his tail flicked nervously. You smiled and hugged him, making him groan. “Alright, alright, enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s eat.”

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Vox

- Vox uses his powers to create a high-tech Christmas experience, complete with holographic decorations and a futuristic Christmas tree.

- He ropes you into doing a Christmas livestream or video podcast, where you both show off holiday outfits or open gifts in front of an audience.

- Vox takes you to a VIP Christmas bash where only the most elite of Hell are invited. He enjoys showing you off as his partner.

- Vox designs a one-of-a-kind gadget or accessory for you, showcasing both his creativity and affection.

-Vox creates a dazzling Christmas-themed digital fireworks display just for you, projecting it across the skyline.

- He insists you try on various high-tech holiday outfits, enjoying the playful banter as he models a few himself.

- Vox programs a personalized playlist of Christmas music, mixing your favorite songs with his edgy style.

- You spend hours gaming together, battling in festive-themed games or playing co-op while snacking on holiday treats.

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Christmas morning with Vox was nothing short of futuristic. You woke up to a fully automated greeting, complete with holographic mistletoe hovering above the bed.

“Good morning, darling,” Vox’s voice chimed from his speakers. He walked in moments later, carrying a tray with your favorite breakfast and a smirk on his face.

“You’ll love this,” he said, activating a projection of a virtual Christmas tree. Beneath it were digital renderings of gifts, each one opening to reveal a real-life counterpart.

Your favorite? A sleek, custom-designed gadget with your name engraved on it. “Only the best for my favorite person,” Vox said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

The rest of the morning was spent exploring your gifts, laughing over his high-tech holiday antics, and enjoying the most luxurious Christmas breakfast imaginable.

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Lucifer

- Christmas with Lucifer is a grand and formal affair. He hosts a luxurious dinner party with the who’s who of Hell, and you’re the center of his attention.

- After the party, he whisks you away to a quiet spot to enjoy the holiday privately, often with fine wine and a view of Hell’s unique “snow.”

- Lucifer gives you an antique or a priceless artifact with sentimental value, paired with a heartfelt (and slightly poetic) explanation.

- He leads you in a slow waltz under Hell’s night sky, showing a rare glimpse of his romantic side.

- Lucifer oversees the lighting of an enormous, magical Christmas tree in Hell, inviting you to stand beside him as his special guest.

- He plays a grand piano, performing hauntingly beautiful renditions of holiday classics for you.

- Lucifer prepares an intimate, candlelit Christmas dinner for just the two of you, complete with fine wine and elegant music.

- He takes you for a walk through Hell’s royal gardens, magically transformed into a winter wonderland for the occasion.

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You woke to the faint sound of classical music and the scent of freshly baked pastries. Lucifer, dressed impeccably as always, stood by the grand fireplace, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “I trust you slept well?”

He led you to the dining room, where a lavish breakfast spread awaited. Every detail was perfect, from the polished silverware to the pristine holiday decor.

After breakfast, he presented you with an ornate gift box. Inside was a rare piece of jewelry, something timeless and elegant, just like him. “A symbol of my affection,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to your hand.

The rest of the morning was spent in quiet luxury, with Lucifer ensuring every moment felt special and unforgettable.

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Vaggie

- Vaggie prefers a quiet, personal celebration with homemade decorations and baked goods. She insists on keeping it meaningful and genuine.

- You both wrap gifts together, with her focusing on neatness and you possibly sneaking in something silly, which makes her laugh.

- Vaggie enjoys sitting by the fire with you, sipping hot cocoa and discussing your dreams or plans for the future.

- She’s very thoughtful in her gift choices, ensuring each present reflects your interests and needs.

- Vaggie and you spend the evening baking cookies and cakes, with her getting competitive about making everything perfect.

- She creates a scrapbook filled with memories of your time together, presenting it to you with a heartfelt note.

- You both sit under Hell’s unique starry sky, wrapped in blankets, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

- Vaggie sets up a simple but cute photoshoot for the two of you, using props and backdrops to capture the holiday spirit.

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Christmas morning with Vaggie was simple and heartfelt. You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and the sight of her carefully hanging the last ornament on the tree.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft smile, handing you a steaming mug. “Merry Christmas.”

The two of you sat by the tree, exchanging gifts and teasing each other over your wrapping skills. Her gift was practical yet thoughtful—a handmade scarf in your favorite color.

“I wanted to make something personal,” she said, a faint blush on her cheeks.

The morning ended with you snuggled together under a blanket, watching the lights twinkle on the tree as soft music played in the background.

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Charlie

- Charlie loves every aspect of Christmas, from decorating to caroling. She’s bubbly and eager to involve you in all her holiday activities.

- She takes you to volunteer or give back in some way, wanting to spread joy to others. Her optimism is infectious.

- Charlie introduces you to quirky family traditions, like singing carols with her parents or making unique tree ornaments.

- Her presents are handmade or extremely personal, always reminding you how much she cherishes you.

- Charlie insists on decorating the tree together, turning it into a fun and chaotic event with lots of laughter.

- She loves creating colorful and creative holiday cookies, and you end up in a playful frosting fight.

- Charlie organizes a festive parade, making you the honorary guest and ensuring you have the most fun.

- She convinces you to write silly letters to “Santa” (even in Hell), just to see what you’d wish for, laughing over your responses.

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You woke up to Charlie bouncing on the bed, her excitement infectious. “It’s Christmas! Come on, get up!” she exclaimed, pulling you out of bed.

The living room was a whirlwind of holiday cheer, with stockings overflowing and presents stacked high. Charlie handed you a brightly wrapped gift, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it,” she said. Inside was a handmade scrapbook filled with pictures and mementos from your time together.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you hugged her tightly. “Hey, don’t cry! It’s Christmas!” she said, laughing as she wiped your tears.

The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, music, and way too many cookies, making it the perfect start to the holiday.

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MASTERLIST FOR FANDOMS!!!

For a Moment:

Chap1

Homicipher:

School Bus Grave Yard:

General HC's for the Banner family

Reckless - Tyler x GN! Reader

Yandere SBG HC's

If the Yandere SBG gang lost you in the Phantom World

Yandere SBG gang x Abrasive! Reader

Poly SBG x Reader: Cooking and Mom jokes

Poly SBG x undercover singer reader

Poly SBG x Idol reader: Sasaeng attack

Showing up at their house during a storm

Reader sacrifices HERself in Phantom World

Yandere SBG kissing prefrences!

Phantom Slaying reader reactions

Yandere SBG Jealousy

Yandere SBG Cuddle/Sleeping with them

Yandere SBG with S/o who gets hit on

Poly! Yandere SBG x S/o who dies 4 times

Yandere SBG x Male touch starved "Tough Guy" reader

Yandere SBG: They Belong to US!

Terrifyer reader x Yandere SBG

Warm hands, Soft touches

"Your practically naked!"

"On her bloodstained lips"

"Afraid to hold on"

"Shadowed Blood"

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Unbreakable Sunshine

The Four of Them:

Boxer reader! x Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Boxer reader! First loss reactions

The Cursed Princess Club:

Gwen, Monika, Renee with a S/o who's a chainsmoker

Syrah using her curse to help!

Gwen Monika, Renee, Aurelia with ex-assassin S/o

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Love and Deep Space:

Oh my Love (Christmas Eve)

TMNT:

(They are color coded for which turtle the story is about)

2018:

Surge of Emotions

In the Quiet

Snowball fights

Bayverse:

2012:

He was first, but his brother was better

Fatherly Advice

"Central Park Lullaby" (Child reader)

2007:

The Aggressive Type

One for the banter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Christmas Hc's

Angel Dust:

Pink Pony Club

Call of Duty:

~Ghost:

In pain there's peace

~Konig:

MISUNDERSTOOD BY SOCIETY

{Warnings and Triggers} {Chap 1}{Chap 2}{Chap 3}{Chap 4}

(Short)Asylum Patient Konig x GN! Doctor! Reader

Sonic Prime:

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

Larry Johnson:

Larry, Talk...

Danganronpa:

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Ragatha:

Spin me!

Kinger:

Pomni:

Jax:

Gangle:

Zooble:

Caine:

Gummygoo:

Murder Drones

V:

Affection HC's

N:

Uzi:

Cyn:

Cedric Shorts<3

Late Night Latte

The more I write, the more things will get added! If you wanna know who I write, feel free to ask!!!

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, IM GONNA CRY- thank you @goblinmodetweeker

I will be writing a several chapter story of the Patient Konig x Doctor Reader and I'm working the details out now. This sketch is so beautiful, I'm so excited for this!!

For @icrypop and their amazing psych ward AU! I loved the scene of YN reading Beauty and the Beast to our big boy, so I decided to do a preliminary sketch of it! However, I might adjust it to fit more with the setting as I learn more.