hiii, i'm spade! i'm 19, i use he/they/it pronounce, and im autistic .. thats pretty much all you guys need to know ab me hehe ^^
♤ what is this blog ?
this is an x reader blog, specifically for forsaken! i am very very hyperfixated on it rn, so badly it pulled me out of a 5 yr break from writing/posting fanfic... this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr, though, so please excuse any weirdness in etiquette or formatting. if i ever mess up with formatting or etiquette, pls tell me so i can fix it ^^
my ask box is mostly for requests, but i also accept regular asks! ask me about my day, tell me about yours... whatever! id love to hear it!
my writing will sometimes lean on the suggestive side, 'cause thats just what i like writing, so please dni if you aren't 18+!!
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yes!!
i will write for any currently released characters, and only certain unreleased ones (itrapped, jane doe, and azure) because we don't have much information on their personalities yet
i will write oneshots or headcanons! headcanons i will only write 4 characters at once, max. the more characters, the shorter the headcanons will be though. please specify which you want, or ill just guess :P
smut requests are allowed, but i will only write these requests if i really like it. so dont get your hopes up ^^'
no!!
i will not write anything platonic on this blog, it is intended to be a romantic x reader blog. so no child!reader or [blank]'s sibling!reader, or anything of the child characters. (though, they may be mentioned in other character requests, like coolkid being mentioned in a 007n7 request.)
i also will not write:
[character]!reader/reader who is like [character], character x character (unless poly with reader), graphic depictions of self harm or suicide (mentions are fine), any depiction of eating disorders, crossovers, age regression, or oc x reader/oc x canon.
i have the right to delete any requests that break these rules, or that i am simply not comfortable with.
i am a slow writer and also Employed, so requests might take some time to come out. pls be patient with me <//3
two time x healer!reader, light gore, little suggestive
summary
two time is injured in a round, and as a support its your duty to heal them! but you get a little too curious about their wings, and get caught in their net.
The harsh sound of bones cracking and settling into place echoes through the cold air of Yorick's Resting Place, leaving a chill down your spine. The sound is... disturbing, to say the least, but you're more disturbed by the fact it's familiar.
The uncomfortable sounds leads you to your target, Two Time, hunched behind a wall and breathing heavily. Blood splattered across their frail frame, shaking like a tree in a hurricane, recovering from their 'respawning'. Spindly wings poke out from their back, sharp and dripping with blood and ripped flesh.
You've never witnessed the wings growth before, but based on the aftermath you can only assume it's painful.
And yet, disturbingly beautiful.
It takes crouching right in front of them for them to notice you, frantic eyes snapping to yours. Their constant, crazed grin sends another shiver down your spine. "...My blessing. You're here."
You quickly assess their wounds. As per usual, their wounds have all healed from their 'second life'-- aside from their back where their wings ripped out of their skin, which you can't do anything about. You sigh in relief. You bring a hand up to cup their face, and they nuzzle into it, still shivering.
Your eyes drift over to their wings again, gory and inviting, and a thought sparks into your mind.
"Can I... can I touch your wings?"
You immediately notice a change in their expression, as their manic grin deepens. Given their current state, you can't really tell what that means. If they're hard to read normally, then it's downright impossible when they've entered their 'second life'. But, you assume it's good, when they silently answer your question by shifting slightly to give you better access to their wing.
You reach out, pressing a gentle touch into the wing, feeling the bone under your fingers with a small sense of awe. Blood smears beneath the pads of your fingers, but you can't quite bring yourself to be disgusted. You feel them shudder under the touch, and realize that the newly formed wings must be sensitive. So, you make sure every touch is merely a ghost, not wanting to overwhelm them so soon after their first death.
But, as soon as you're distracted, leaning in to run your fingers along the smooth bone and blood, they strike-- and you're suddenly trapped in the cage of their arms, squeezed in a tight hug. You gasp in surprise, and then sigh when you feel them bury their head into the crook of your neck, hit with the realization that you aren't getting out of this anytime soon.
You can feel their smile pressed into your skin as they breathe you in.
"You truly are divine." They mumble into you, delicately placing a small kiss into the spot where they spoke before moving to a new spot along your throat. "The Spawn has blessed me with you, my sweet guardian angel."
They continue on like that, kissing and biting and muttering praises into your neck as you squirm in their grasp, like some sort of ritual. You weakly try to argue that the other survivors need you, but neither of you buy that you really want this to stop. You at least take the opportunity to continue messing with their wings, caressing and coating your fingers in their blood, causing them to stop mid-praise to let out a shaky sigh before continuing. You let your other hand snake up to their hair, gently playing with it while you embrace each other in your own strange way, the other survivors all but forgotten...
Until you hear someone screech and the sound of a machete finding its place in someones flesh. You abruptly squirm out of their hold to snap to your feet, face flushed and panicked as you realize you almost forgot you need to help the rest of the team as well.
You quickly apologize and run off, and Two Time slowly rises to their feet as you run towards the danger, watching you with adoration (and jealousy for the poor bastard you need to heal next.)
You just hope that whichever survivor got hurt doesn't choose to point out the marks on your neck while you're healing them.
im workikg on the requests yall i swear, i am just struggling to write 1x rn .... yall love her so much but i just cnannnoot figure out his personality .... im working on it i swear
tell me kf theres any formstting errors, tumblr started fighting me about my dividers while i was editing this????????? ill fix them when i get off work whatever
Hi..,, i understand if this is kinda hard to write but may I ask for Slasher x reader romantic headcanons? I need more content of him,,
final girl
slasher x reader, general romantic headcanons, fluff and angst
ur SO real anon, slasher DOES need more content.... so here you go <33
also ik the title says final Girl but all my readers r gender neutral dw. they r also implied to be a killer too in this ?? but u can ignore that if u want
hoo boy
first of all, the mask stays ON at all times. its not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesn't want to scare you with his face. (or for you to judge it)
since he cant kiss you normally, he just kinda... smooshes his face into yours, gently. like a cat.
speaking of cats, he brings you corpses (animal or human) like a cat brings gifts
very cliché "silent brooding bad boy who would kill for you", except he's not a bad boy, he's just a mamas boy whos witnessed The Horrors of War
he's mute, so he communicates either: through sign, through body language, or Not At All. he's kind of bad at signing though lol
he canonically enjoys smores (or would if he wasnt like. busy murdering people), so one of your go-to dates is a romantic cuddle by the campfire while you make smores
his "mama" approves of you (its the necrobloxicon of course, and it approves of you because he's willing to kill for you. you are a bad influence, sorry)
doesn't usually initiate physical contact in public, but if you hold his hand he's never letting go until you force him.
in private though, he loves to be as close as possible, specifically he likes being held. (just be careful of the Knife and Book stabbed into his shoulder)
he likes you carry you! less 'bridal style' and more 'sack slung over his shoulder'. hes gentle though dont worry
though, he would do just about anything you asked (within reason) so if you asked him to carry you bridal style, he would!
just be prepared for that to put the thought of marriage into his head lmao
in an ideal world, where he wasn't a prisoner of war treated like a lab rat in area 51, he would have liked to settle down and start a family with you. maybe you couldve been like guest and daisy!
in another life, maybe.
Another gashing wound, another chase to be had, another war to be fought. Slasher stalks after the limping blue haired Guest, rage and desire for vengeance fueling his every step as he wipes the blood off his machete on his sleeve. It's almost over, and then he can be back in your arms once more. It's almost over, he reassures himself, as he catches up to the injured sentinel.
He's ready to finish the Guest off, ripping the machete back out of the flesh of his arm as he takes him down to his knees, but they both freeze when the force of the attack knocks something out of the Guest's pocket. The Guest reaches for it with a mangled arm, but Slasher's own gloved hand reaches it first.
A photo. Of the blue haired Guest, a lady with brown hair, and a child. Distantly, the Guest says something. Maybe a plea for mercy, maybe an attempt to connect with his killer.
This could have been his life. Could have been your life, with him. But it was ripped away, he was robbed of this exact life. Why does that Guest get that kind of life? What did he do different to deserve it?
The gloved hand curls into a fist, balling up the photo. He almost relishes in the look of pure agony on the Guest's face, not because of the injures but because of the photo's destruction. He deserves it. To suffer, like Slasher has.
It's only fair, he thinks, as he raises the machete above his head again.
The bloodied killer swings the door to the shared cabin open, ominously shadowed in the door. The smell of metal and rage wafts from the door, and you perk up from whatever you found to entertain yourself in Hell.
You swing your arms open, and just as suddenly as he appeared, he's collapsing into your arms with clear exhaustion, slumping over your form. He nuzzles into your shoulder, getting as close as physically possible without crawling under your skin. As close as possible to the life he deserves with you.
sorry i got carried away with the angst at the end, i got excited
you made the mistake of joining a coding class when ya dont know shit about coding, so you're forced to ask the guy who likes to burn down your place of employment for help on an assignment.
You stare into the blue light of your laptop, eyes burning with exhaustion.
Yeah, you have no idea what you're doing.
You made the mistake of joining a new class late in the semester, after having to drop a different class due to the professor being a total creep. And, like the fool you are, you chose a coding class. Because it "sounded interesting."
God, you regret that now, staring blankly at an assignment you don't understand. Your code is a mess, spaghetti tangles of bugs and broken logic. You just do not understand it, and you've joined late enough that you're even more lost because everyone else is miles ahead of you.
The lack of understanding isn't even the worst part, it's your classmates. Two, in particular. 007n7 and Noli.
Unfortunately, you've met those two before-- specifically 007n7. Those damn hackers just love tormenting your place of employment, Builder Brothers Pizza. Elliot, the poor guy, deals with the brunt of it. But he's too much of a people-pleasing sweetheart to tell the hackers to go fuck themselves. So, sadly, you do have to deal with them occasionally. Telling them to fuck off when Elliot won't, calling the Admins when things get too out of hand, ect ect.
In recent times, though-- since you joined the coding class, actually-- you've had to deal with 007n7 more often. He'll come in to wreck the place during Elliot's (rare) days off, targeting you and you alone. Setting any ovens you touch on fire, instantly rotting the pizzas you cook, flinging friendly customers across the map... just tormenting you for no good reason. All with that obnoxious smirk.
The situation got even stranger when you ran into him and Noli on your way to class for the first time. Surprisingly, they weren't as aggressive as usual. They were almost awkward, with 007n7 avoiding eye contact and Noli nudging him every five seconds. Eventually he called you lame and skittered off like the little rat he is, but his anxious behavior (and the teasing from Noli) stuck in your mind.
He seems much more... approachable when he's not hacking. You even considered asking him for help with your assignment, but the thought of him mocking you and using it as ammunition next time he decides to torment you quickly ended that idea.
You start to consider it again, staring blankly at the lines of code you can't quite make sense of, eyes glazing over as they scan the same line over and over. Frustration boils under your skin, and tears prick at your eyes.
You need a break.
You slam the laptop shut, with far more force than necessary, and tuck it under your arm. You ignore the tired/confused grumbling of your half asleep roommate, and stomp out of the dorm. Fresh air will make you feel better.
Probably. You hope.
This late at night, or maybe early in the morning, there's not many other people outside. Everyone else is either asleep or cramming for exams in their dorms or the library. So you have free rein of the sidewalks, shambling across concrete to find a nice place for your impulsive scenery change.
The street lights illuminate your path, but a flicker ahead of you portents doom. Your mind flashes to cheesy horror flicks you've watched either far too late at night or far too high, where the pretty blonde sorority girl gets hacked and slashed in a scene just like the one in front of you.
And then the lights flicker back on, and you catch a glimpse of that smug smirk, and you wish it was a masked assailant instead.
"What are you, some sort of... campus zombie?" 007n7 taunts, hands in his pockets in an attempt to seem cooler than he is as he approaches, and you consider turning heel and running back to your dorm. But, you squeeze the laptop closer to your chest and stand your ground.
"What, am I not allowed to take a walk?" You huff, and he tilts his head.
"I never said that." With the distance between you and the lights overhead, you can't see his expression past the glare of his glasses. "What's with the laptop?"
You glance down at it, and involuntarily frown. "I need to work on an assignment. The--" You cut yourself off and hesitate, debating on telling him or not. "...The one from our coding class. I'm... struggling with it. I needed to clear my head."
He snorts. "Really? That was so easy, I finished it in like, 5 minutes."
You doubt that, but it stings nonetheless.
It seems like a tiny provocation, not something worth being upset over, but you already know he's better at this. He's a hacker for admin's sake, of course he's better at coding. And the thought of him judging you, rubbing it in...
You feel the tears start to well up before you can stop it, the exhaustion and existing self loathing taking over. Weeks of frustration, at this assignment, at school in general, at him, it finally boils over.
"I just..." You sniffle. "I just don't get it."
You finally break. Your arms slump, barely holding onto the laptop as you burst into tears, flopping down to sit on the curb. You don't notice him flinching back, completely surprised by this sudden outcome.
(He wasn't even trying to be mean! He's too good at this for his own good.)
This is the worst. First you deal with feeling like a total idiot because you can't figure out a basic coding assignment, and now this asshole is going to make you feel like an idiot for crying in front of him. You brace for the mockery, preparing for the sound of his cruel laugh...
And yet, silence.
Eventually, you hear him sit down next to you. Huh??
He reaches out, attempting an awkward/comforting shoulder pat, but you reel away from his touch. He hesitates, and then crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back away from you. Pouting like a child, just out of view.
So, the two of you sit in awkward silence for a moment. The only sound being your muffled sobbing. 007n7 opens his mouth to speak again, but quickly closes it again after a particularly loud sob, hesitating on what to say while he watches your shoulders rack.
He squeezes his eyes shut, arguing with himself internally, and then finally scoffs. "Let me see it."
You glance up at him, raising a hand to rub the tears from your eyes. "...Huh?"
"Your project, let me see it." He rolls his eyes as if it's the most obvious thing ever, gesturing towards the laptop tucked under your arms. Defensively, you hold it closer to yourself and sniffle.
How can he seriously ask you to just... hand over your work like that? All he's ever done is ruin shit for you, it's all he's good at.
But, your work is already dog shit anyways. Incomprehensible lines of code that would make a bowl of spaghetti look neatly organized. So, it's not like he can steal it or wreck it more or something.
Seriously, this night is already terrible enough. What's the worst that could happen?
Begrudgingly, you flick the laptop open and open up your assignment, then pass it over to 007n7. Then, you bury your head in your knees and hope he isn't too mean about what he sees.
But, after a few more minutes of quietly sobbing while curled up into a little ball, you realize he hasn't said anything. The only sound you've heard for the past few minutes has been the quiet clacking of keys, the rhythmic thumping of 007n7's tail against the concrete, and your own shallow breathing. The silence is a well deserved break, but also terrifying considering you're sitting next to a scheming hacker. So, you dare to lift your head and take a peak.
Through tear-blurred eyes, you watch 007n7-- hunched over your laptop like a shrimp, staring at the screen with a surprising intensity. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, totally focused on carefully reading each line of code over and over, scanning for errors and correcting what he sees. You sit up straight in surprise.
You've never seen him this... delicate. Usually, when he torments your place of employment, he treats his stupid gui like a toy. Flicking machinery and boxes of dough around like it weighs nothing, like it is nothing, all while destroying everything in his path. Cheerful and uncaring, as the flames climb higher and higher all around you. And yet here, he looks downright peaceful. Treating each line of code with a gentle touch you didn't think he was capable of until now, carefully correcting each of your mistakes. Fixing instead of destroying.
You stare at him for another second, taking in his appearance. You've never been this close to him before. You start noticing things about him... like the deep eye bags from surely many sleepless nights, the glint of metal from a tongue piercing when it pokes out from his oddly sharp teeth, the acne that litters his whole face, and the way his glasses slide down his nose while he leans forwards.
Without thinking, driven only by instinct in your sleep deprived state, you reach out and push his glasses up for him by the edge of his frames.
He flinches hard, and pauses. Almost blue screening. You flinch as well, once you realize what you've done, and prepare for some rude or cocky comment.
Instead, he lets out a (fake sounding) grumble, swats your hand away, and leans back into your/his work.
With the light of the laptop screen illuminating his face, you catch the pink dust that quickly rises to his cheeks. It's almost cute. Almost. You're still mad about him blowing up a box of pizza sauce on your favorite shirt.
You sniffle for a final time, tears fully dried as you watch 007n7 work with the same intensity he's using to fix your assignment. You consider thanking him, but hold back. You're still not sure if he's actually fixing it or wrecking it even worse.
You decide to just silently watch him, taking in his (surprisingly cute) appearance in more detail as he works.
"There." After a few minutes, he finally huffs and gently closes the laptop. "It's not the best organized, but at least it'll run now. I'll explain where you fucked it up at a reasonable hour--"
He cuts himself off with a quiet, surprised noise as he feels a weight drop onto his shoulder. Hesitantly, he glances down at you. Fast asleep, head resting on his shoulder like it belongs there, snug as a bug in a rug.
He freezes up completely, the red flush melting over his face again. This time he thinks he really is going to blue-screen.
(R.I.P. The ""Great"" Hacker 007n7, killed by physical contact with his crush from school. Noli will never let him live this down.)
i didnt go to college so . erm. if the changing classes stuff is inaccurate im Sorry. also i know nothing about coding. They say write what you know, and i tell Them to eat shit and die
also first time posting my fics to tumblr pls be gentle..
