YOU’RE SO PEAK OMGGGG!! I just read your Verity one shot , and I must say that I quite enjoy your writing style!! I was overjoyed to find out that we’re in a similar age range (I’m 16-17!) as well because it’s super difficult (at least in my experience 💔) to find people on here that aren’t ancient and that also enjoy writing fics occasionally. Keep writing; your work is amazing!! Have a good day too!! ^^ (this is long asf, sorry about that! But I just wanted to add that I thought your blog layout was super cute.)
just to let you know i bounce around the whole house out of joy
you have no idea how much i needed this tysm, i am going through alot and i am trying to keep up with my posts and my inbox, since posting is the only thing that keep my ground
ty again anon i can't tell you how you make my day🩵
But because no one could play a role better than you.
Lying came naturally. Smiling came naturally. Pretending to care came naturally.
You could become anyone.
A frightened civilian.
A medic.
A grieving daughter.
A lost traveler.
A loyal soldier.
Whatever the mission needed, you became it.
The frightening part?
You never got emotionally attached.
To you, every mission was just another script to perform.
So when the red leader HIMSELF handed you your next assignment, you accepted it without a second thought.
It was simple.
Infiltrate the rebellion.
Earn Future Edd's trust.
Learn everything you could about their hideouts, supply routes, and future attacks.
Then leave.
If you succeeded...
Tord promised you'd become his right hand!.
No one else in the Red Army had ever been offered something that valuable.
Failure wasn't an option.
Getting into the rebellion was easier than you expected.
Your role?
A cheerful, harmless recruit who had escaped the Red Army after losing everything.
A little clumsy.
Always smiling.
Always willing to help.
Pretty enough that people remembered your face.
Kind enough that nobody questioned your intentions.
It was the perfect disguise.
At first, everyone kept their distance.
A newcomer during a war was always suspicious.
But you were patient.
You helped clean the camp.
Cooked meals whenever supplies allowed it.
Carried boxes without being asked.
Sat beside injured rebels and kept them company until they fell asleep.
You never pushed anyone to trust you.
You simply waited..
Eventually...
They did!.
The only person who remained difficult to read was edd.
You'd heard countless stories about him before arriving.
A ruthless commander.
A terrifying strategist
A man capable of outsmarting entire armies.
You were prepared to meet a monster.
Instead...?
You met a man who looked like he hadn't slept in days.
His hair was a mess.
Dark circles rested beneath tired eyes.
A half-empty cola can was almost always somewhere nearby.
He greeted you with an awkward laugh and one of the worst jokes you'd ever heard.
"...Seriously?"
That was the infamous leader?
You almost laughed.
This mission was going to be easier than cutting a cake
Or so you thought.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks slowly became months.
Every mission you joined ended in success.
Not because you sabotaged the rebellion! ofc not!:)
Because the Red Army changed plans so frequently that the information you secretly passed along was already outdated by the time it reached Tord! :(...
It made you look even more trustworthy.
"No way Y/N's a spy!."
"They've never lied to us before."
You smiled every time you heard it.
If only they knew.
Without realizing it, Edd slowly began relying on you.
You were always around when meetings dragged on too long.
Always reminding him to eat something.
Always handing him another can of cola when he looked ready to collapse.
You made the camp feel... lighter.
The rebels noticed it.
Tom noticed it.
Matt definitely noticed it.
(even tho they are not in the rebellion, but they do pay visit for edd)
Even Edd did.
Though he could never quite figure out why simply having you around made exhausting days feel a little easier.
One evening, Future Edd asked if you could stop by his office.
Perfect.
Finally!.
This was the opportunity you'd been waiting for.
Your knife rested safely beneath your sleeve.
You weren't allowed to kill him.
Tord had made that very clear.
"I'll kill Edd myself!."
Those were his exact words...this asshole..- ok ill shut up ill shut up!-
But seriously injuring him?
Slowing the rebellion down?
That was still fair game.
You stepped inside already planning how you'd distract him before striking.
Instead...
He looked exhausted.?
More exhausted than you'd ever seen him!...
Maps covered the desk.
Half-finished reports were stacked everywhere.
He didn't even look up right away.
"...Sorry" he mumbled.
"I've been meaning to thank you."
You frowned.
"...For what?"
"For everything."
He smiled weakly.
"You've helped everyone around here."
"You make people laugh."
"You keep morale up."
"You somehow manage to stay optimistic no matter what happens."
His voice grew quieter.
"...You make this place feel like home."
That...?
Wasn't part of the mission..?
You expected flirting.
Maybe awkward compliments about your looks...?
You knew exactly how to handle those.
Instead...
He praised your kindness.
Your personality.
The person you'd only been pretending to be.
Somehow...
That shook you far more than any flirtatious comment ever could.
Before you even realized it...
!.
Edd stood up and pulled you into a quiet hug.
Not because he wanted something.
Not because he expected anything.
Simply because he trusted you enough to let his walls fall for a moment.
"...Thank you" he whispered.
"I don't think I say it enough..."
Your hand rested against the hidden knife beneath your sleeve.
You could still do it.
One quick stab.
Mission accomplished!...
...
But for some reason...
You couldn't move.
After that night...
You delayed your mission.
Just a little longer....
You told yourself Future Edd trusted you too much now.
If you stayed, you could gather even more valuable information.
Surely that was the smarter choice!, you Are smart
Right?
It definitely wasn't because his smile had started feeling genuine!
It definitely wasn't because the rebellion had begun feeling like home!.
....
And it definitely wasn't because, somewhere along the way...
Edd had become someone you looked forward to seeing every morning.
Right?
uh right? ..
Communication with the Red Army became less frequent.
Then almost nonexistent.
Tord grew impatient.
His best spy had gone silent.
Meanwhile...
You somehow found yourself spending almost every day beside your new boyfriend.
every now and then Whenever someone suggested sending you on dangerous missions against the Red Army?, you'd mysteriously come down with a fever!.
Edd never questioned it.
He'd simply sigh, tuck another blanket around your shoulders, hand you a cold can of cola, and tell you to rest.
"You've done enough..."
The rebellion never noticed how conveniently your "illness" always appeared before missions involving the Red Army.
Future Edd especially didn't.
He was too busy worrying about you!
The irony?
The Red Army was desperately searching for their missing top agent...
...while that same agent was comfortably living inside the rebellion's headquarters, stealing Future Edd's hoodies, drinking his cola, and somehow becoming part of the family she was supposed to destroy.
hii! could i request ze x reader? perhaps reader pines after him and like assumes their affection is one-sided
have a good day / night and remember to drink water!!
Hello! I am so sorry this is so late but I would LOVE to write this!
Dear Zabooboo3, if you see this I need you to scroll past it lest something bad happen to my dignity. Thanks!
Cordiform
You’re sure many people can say what you’re about to say, but you mean it with every single bone in your body.
You did not mean to fall in love with Ze.
Ze used to be the guy you felt comfortable enough to joke around with. You could just be… Well, you. That’s just not an option anymore.
Jokes you would’ve made with him months ago felt awkward now, landing flat the moment they were made. Honestly, not even just jokes feel weird to you, it’s literally just spending time together that ticks you off!
These days it feels like you’re just sitting on a bomb that’s about to go off. One day you’re going to mess up and say something that makes him uncomfortable, then he’ll leave. You’re good at doing that.
That’s why you sit in a tense silence, the crackling of the fire Ze had set up in your makeshift fire pit being the only thing keeping you grounded.
Neither of you make a move. Like, seriously, neither of you seem to be physically moving. It’s like you’re both statues, unable to speak or even breathe. Ze almost breaks this silent game of yours as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it once you glance at him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’d done something wrong.
…
Shit, did you do something wrong?
Maybe you said something weird on accident and Ze now knows you have a crush on him. Is that what happened? Is that why he’s acting weird right now?
Oh god, you’re a horrible friend. You’ve managed to gain an unfairly massive crush on Ze and now he probably feels suffocated and annoyed and he’s probably only brought you out to start a fire because he wants to let you down gently.
The more you think about it, the worse you begin to feel. He sees you as a creep. A gross, opportunistic creep with only the worst intentions.
You don’t notice how you’re bouncing your leg up and down in your anxious state until Ze places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch back to the real world.
“Hey,” He says, his voice much too friendly for your liking, “You… okay?”
Yup, and there he goes again. He keeps finding the worst ways to worm himself into your heart! The stupid organ picks up speed as a less mature side of you zeroed in on his hand.
You nod quickly, feeling uncomfortable with how much you enjoy being worried about. It feels like you’re… Like you’re violating him somehow. You don’t like it.
“I actually, uh… I think I’m a little tired,” You say lamely, rising to your feet, “I should head to bed.”
You attempt to make the short trip back to the house and retreat back to your room, a safe space for you to wallow in your guilt, but your escape is cut short by Ze grabbing you by the wrist.
He says your name and you hesitantly turn your head back to face him, “Did I do something?” He asks, his tone concerned in a way that almost breaks your heart.
You respond quicker than you ever have before, a firm and panicked “No,” coming from your mouth. “What made you- Why- Why do you think you did something?”
“You’ve just been so, I dunno, distant lately…” He averts his eyes and stares at the ground, “I thought maybe I did something to make you mad.”
Ah. Now that is what really did you in.
The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even stop them, just desperate to make him feel better. “Y-You didn’t do anything wrong, Ze, I swear. I’m just being stupid and- and dramatic and you don’t even have to worry about it, okay? You’re perfectly fine.”
“Then why are you acting so weird?” He asks the dreaded question.
You take a deep breath in, trying to steel your nerves. You knew you’d have to fess up to him someday, but you’d never actually thought about how you’d do it. Maybe if you had actually put some thought into it you could’ve avoided it being so hard to spit out.
“…Hello?” He pushes.
You exhale with a sigh, remembering you actually had to communicate and couldn’t rely on him reading your mind. “No, sorry, I just… I-It’s hard.”
“Oh.” Ze paused for a moment, both of you silent before he let go of your hand. “Yeah, no, you’re right. It was a stupid question anyway, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I never said that.” You shut him down quickly, surprising yourself when you grab him by the shoulders. You don’t let go, though. You find yourself more surprised by how badly you want to continue, actually. You want to soothe any doubts he may have, you want to reassure him that he’s not the problem at all.
Despite all these wants of yours, you don’t actually say anything. Not yet. You weren’t lying when you said it was hard, not a tiny bit. Like, this would basically be a confession, something that’s going to have really big consequences no matter what his answer is (and you’re pretty sure you already know it).
Ze, as expected, beats you to the punch. As in he actually punches you in the middle of your ribcage. It doesn’t hurt at all—no, he’s being gentle on purpose—but it does surprise you enough to get your hands off him.
He lets out a small chuckle, one you recognize as a little too forced, before speaking. “You were right, it’s getting late. I’ll- I’ll just put the fire out, you can go to bed now.”
Ze doesn’t wait for a response from you, turning away to begin stamping out the fire.
Wow, look at you… Just ruining the mood all the time, huh? You made him feel bad and now he’s doing the thing where he shuts off. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but now that you have it feels like someone’s trying to squeeze your heart like an orange.
You’re too focused on the crippling guilt you feel to comprehend what slips out of your mouth next.
“I like you.”
Instantly, you freeze, feeling the color slowly drain from your face as he mimics you and stops moving. Once he slowly turns his head to look at you, you wish you were dead.
“Whuh…?” The concept of a question escapes him.
Okay, well, it looks like you’re doing this then. A part of you is relieved that you’re finally letting it all out, though you wish it wasn’t being done out of guilt.
“I… I don’t expect you to like me back or- ahah- at all after this, but… um…” You stammer, picking at your fingernails, “I like you. A lot. And so I was just really nervous and I was making things awkward and it’s not your fault at all.”
Nothing follows your confession, the silence being so loud it’s almost deafening. You’re about to turn around and run to get your ass inside, but Ze grabs your attention by clearing his throat.
“Is… Is that all?” He asks. “I didn’t do anything?”
You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, preparing yourself for the worst. Preparing yourself for a rejection that will never come as he steps closer and wraps his arms around you in a hug.
“Thank god, man.” He chuckled. “I- I thought you just started hating me or something.”
You’re… confused. Why wasn’t he turning you down? The lack of rejection throws you for a loop. He’s never given you a reason to think any of your feelings were actually reciprocated, so what was this?
“I… Sorry?” You say, an arm sliding up to awkwardly pat him on the back.
“Oh yeah, you should be.” He says, though his tone isn’t exactly serious. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asks as he pulls away from you. You miss it already.
“I- I just didn’t think you liked me back?” You respond, being met with a toothy grin. You aren’t sure if it’s the shadows or not, but Ze seems to be blushing as he speaks back.
“Well, I do.”
Oh my god dude that ending is so butt never let me write again
running out of ideas, can yall suggest some ideas for reader only?? cuz yes i do not know what to do with all the character in my draft with a personality for reader lol
HIII omg i love ur blog so much i saw a post of derlord and uhhh can you do a sfw Alphabet headcanon for regect?
PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP?
Regect SFW Alphabet!
Zabooboo3 if you want this taken down just message me man
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
When you first begin dating it’ll be hard to get him to initiate affection. Genuinely expect nothing from this guy for the first few weeks, he’d feel like he’s being too forward or something.
When he gets over his fear of coming on too strong and scaring you off it’s impossible to pry this guy off you. If you’re walking together, he’s got his arm around your shoulders. If you’re sitting on the couch, he’s putting his feet in your lap. This guy is always touching you I hope you’re not claustrophobic.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
See how he acts with Ze? Yeah I’d assume he’d act like that with you too. He’s a major asshole and we love that! Yes hit our house with your car!
On a more serious note, it takes a hot minute for you guys to actually become friends. At most you guys would be begrudging acquaintances for a while, but all good things come with time, just wait it out and you’ll have a new best friend!
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
This guy acts all tough but really he’s sweet as a fucking cake, PLEASE cuddle him he loves it.
Regect’s favorite form of cuddling would probably be one of you lying on top of the other, preferably him on you so he can troll you and not let you get up in the mornings. Were he a little more vulnerable and open he’d let you know he just likes knowing you’ll be there all night and it’s his way of keeping you safe while you sleep.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Regect would be scared of commitment and I think settling down is a part of that. If you bring it up too early or at a bad time I don’t think you’d get a positive answer out of him. He definitely wants to spend his life with you, don’t get him wrong, he just doesn’t want to actually have to discuss it or change anything.
This guy SUCKS at cleaning. He’s great at cooking but honestly it’s better to just keep him out the kitchen because he ends up making a mess anyways.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
You think this guy could break up with someone? Take one look at him and tell me he could break up a serious relationship.
Situationships however are very easy for him! Just shoot them a quick text or teleport over and tell them, then do your best to never think about them ever again, that is the Regect way!
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
As said earlier, this guy is terrified of commitment. He wants things to stay the same as they’ve always been and he thinks having talks about commitment and serious things might change that.
Also I don’t think he’d understand why marriage is such a big deal? To him it’s just kind of another celebration people have, he’d joke about it being a waste of money and say marriage is just a piece of paper. If you want it then he’s all for it but he doesn’t want a big ceremony.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
This guy is surprisingly gentle with you when you’re upset! He wants to know if there’s something he can do to fix your problem and if he can’t he’d rather help you feel a little better by being kinder.
Physically though he is not gentle I’m sorry you’re getting punched in the face, this guy doesn’t know how to tone it down for the life of him.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Cold. He is so fucking cold bro. He siphons warmth from you and he is unapologetic about it, doing it as often as he can for as long as he can.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I think he’d say it quick but it’s entirely on accident and he did not mean to say it.
Like, imagine you’re both sleeping and he’s on top of you like normal. You’re just talking about some random stuff until you both start drifting off, then you say something that makes him chuckle and that’s when he drops it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
This guy is an asshole when he’s jealous I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
He’s not an asshole to you, obviously! He knows that you’d never do anything to make him jealous on purpose. He’s just an asshole to whoever is talking to you.
Also he is so fucking obnoxious about the fact that he is your partner. “Wow hey BABE. Who is this guy? A FRIEND? Unlike me, your PARTNER?”
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Assuming he has nothing where his skin is transparent: He likes to be kissed on his hands and his visible shoulder! He’d love to be able to kiss you back but that’s unfortunately not possible with his situation, sad face :(
Assuming his transparent bits are just invisible: Kiss this guy right on the lips bro he loves it. He personally enjoys kissing your forehead or the side of your head and surprising you with it because he thinks it’s cute.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He may not be the most responsible, or the most admirable, or the most intelligent, but he makes for a great sibling figure! I don’t think he would want kids of his own (sorry if that’s what you want gang) but he thinks they can be fun!
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He normally doesn’t wake up until noon, even then he stays in bed until at least 2, so it’s safe to say most of your mornings are incredibly lazy. They’re mostly spent sleeping and cuddling, maybe playing a game or two on one of your phones while he complains about not getting enough sleep.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
I see two scenarios with this
He either keeps you up at night by talking to you or just not going to bed when you both probably should, instead doing dumb shit like you were born to do
OR he has nightmares.
When he has nightmares he finds it near impossible to go back to sleep after them. They tend to get pretty upsetting so I wouldn’t blame him. It helps when you rub his back and remind him it was just a bad dream.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Okay so I stated this a while back but he wouldn’t tell you a lot of things. It’s not done out of malicious intent but he just doesn’t know what all he should tell you so he just ends up saying nothing at all.
He’s also scared that you might take it the wrong way. He doesn’t want you to leave him over something he could’ve kept a secret and he doesn’t want to scare you with them either.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
This is John Impatient please do not expect him to display patience as one of his heavenly virtues
It’s hard to get him genuinely infuriated but he does get pissed off at a lot of things. He tries to tone it down for you but it’s really hard to fix yourself overnight.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers the bare minimum of what he should. He’s got birthdays, he’s got anniversaries, and he’s got your favorite gifts and treats, that’s about it. He doesn’t really expect you to remember much for him either so he’s just going with what he thinks is normal.
When it turns out that, hey, maybe he should remember more about you! He feels terrible about it. He’d play it off and pretend to be nonchalant about it but oh my god he feels horrible.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
You getting together, probably. Just the confirmation that he’s not crazy for feeling the way he does and that you like him back has always made him so insanely happy. He’d be grinning like a mad man if he could.
This is also how he remembers your anniversary, it’s literally the best day of his life.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
So, so protective in the littlest ways. He plugs up holes so you don’t trip and fall in them, he sticks near you when you’re on adventures so no surprise creepers can come up and explode. You’re just overall safer when he’s around.
Don’t protect him though it makes him feel shy (or do if you like that)
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Okay, where he lacks in memory he makes up for in effort!
I think he’d go way overboard if he got an idea that he knew would make you happy. He wants you to have the best time ever with him and if that means he might have to kidnap a couple friends (you never asked for that I’m crine) then so be it!
I think Moe and Ze would step in eventually and make it so it wasn’t over the top every time, thank god for that. Now everything has just the perfect amount of effort put into it and you don’t have to worry about Regect doing something crazy everytime he has a good idea for a date.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
I just know this guy chews with his mouth open. I don’t think he’d do it on purpose but I swear on everything he does it. Tell him to shut his trap bro
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s not very concerned with his looks. He figures that if he managed to bag you then he must look pretty nice.
He does like to match your vibe though! If you dress up nice for whatever reason, he also wants to dress up nice. If you’re feeling lazy, he’s also feeling lazy.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Look at him. Of course he would.
He hates when you leave for too long and he hates when he doesn’t know where you are, it feels like something’s wrong and he cannot stand it.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He makes bracelets. You know those loom bracelet kit things? He uses those and makes you guys matching bracelets with them.
He also takes it incredibly seriously and if you make fun of him for it he will actually be hurt.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
If you don’t like his friends then you might as well just give up then and there, he’s not gonna make any effort to get close to you at all. Moe and Ze are important to him and he wants to make sure whoever he lets into his small circle understands that.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He doesn’t snore but he does sleep talk! You’ll make out a sentence or two sometimes and it always makes you giggle. One time you managed to somehow have a conversation with him and it was like an advanced form of improv for you
Mob felt bad for him. He tried to send him home. He didn’t want to die. But there was no way to get rid of Verity forever, and both of them knew it.
But also, since Verity said that Mob was the first and only one to have come back after running away, this is the only time he could’ve seen a player physically remove themselves just to get away from him.
That really must suck for Verity, knowing all of his friends leave him, and the only one who didn’t decided that dying was more favorable than being around him.
Mob gave an AI the ability to not only think, but to hope. The first and only time Verity felt hope was immediately taken away. He’s hopeless in every sense of the word. Hopeless to the cycle. Hopeless to having a friend. Because Mob was his hope, and now he’s gone.
