#reader x canon.

[noiamnothuman]

|Trust me...(Gifhg nv...)|

Wireface x Reader.

Summary:Reader is starting to lose hope, sleeping less and over working herself and her wounds, almost accidentally getting herself killed. Wireface finds her and helps her out. But reader ends up finding another problem placed in front of her.

Stuff:Reader almost dies naked.Wireface is stressed tf about Reader.Wireface x Reader ooc.Wireface turned Reader on by accident?Reader can not take care of herself to saver her own life.Reader is horny.Reader is a virgin.Near death experience.Wireface is gonna lose hair over Reader one day.

A few days had passed, you have slowly started to lose sleep.

You had found no need to check people for anymore signs currently, so you decided you should make everyone jam sandwiches, even if the world has gone to shit, people still need to eat.

You had walked over to the kitchen, trying your hardest not to limp. So far from what you know, only wireface knows your critically injured.

Upon reaching the door to the kitchen, you had heard shouting from inside. Swinging it open, you saw the teenage girl and your neighbours daughter arguing.

You had no motivation to deal with your guests fighting. The kids did not want to be near eachother, but upon offering them to move spots they both were reluctant. So all you have left to do was hope they get along.

You however did not have the mood for that either, you stood helpless at the door, gun on you back and eyes watching the scene unfold infront of you.

You did not even know what started it. But looking over at the spiritual lady at your table, she looks right back at you and shrugs her shoulders, not even she knows and she is thenone that is stuck with them 24/7. So you just speak up, I mean, what could happen? You had though. You were wrong.

"What happened?"

You regret speaking, the teenage girl practically breaks her neck. She is fully facing you. She then starts spewing everything and anything, pointing fingers at the neighbours daughter, who looks like she is on the edge of crying.

After hearing the teenage girl ranting and yelling, and seeing the neighbours daughter began crying. You find out easily that the teenager is going through teen hormones, scary.

It's stupid really, you had thought to yourself. This argument had began because the neighbours daughter had accidentally bumped into the teen while she was trying to sleep.

You give her some pain meds and tell her the bathroom is open most of the time. You hope this can calm her down and keep you from being the next victim. Angry people are scary, no matter the person.

You decided to make your neighbours daughter feel better, you let her help you make jam sandwiches. It had seemed to boost her mood, drying her tears you gave her a sandwiche and began handing them out. Giving one to the spiritual lady and leaving one on the table for the teen. The lady thanks you and goes back to reading her cards and swinging her pendulum. You never fully understood her intentions, but she seemed chill and gave you semi good life advice. Plus, she is gorgeous. She reminds you of your mother...

You make your rounds, giving sandwiches to everyone. Only one remains, time to pay wireface a visit. You do not know what he has been up to, considering the last time you tried to talk to him not even you could remember. You have been avoiding conversations with everyone, even him.

You do regret it though, although you can not understand eachother, you like that he atleasts says a few words to you. Even if he could be insulting you under his breath.

Reaching the closet door, you knock, you hear shuffling before it opens.

"Ls, rg'h blf. Mvvw hlnvgsrmt?(Oh, it's you. Need something?)"

You looked at him, still not understanding what he is saying 99% of the time. You just nod slowly and hand him the sandwiche.

He takes the plate, but something seems to be on his mind. He does not speak up at first, but his eyes drift to your stomach area. You feel incredibly awkward under his gaze, for some unknown reason, you feel scared? His eyes do not look that of concern, but not annoyed. It's not the same look others have given you.

You shift slightly before speaking up, feeling awkward in the silence.

"N-Need something?" Great, you blew it. Now he definitely knows your awkward. Good job, you say to yourself.

His eyes go back to yours, his expression changed, shock? Worry? You did not know. But all you do know is that you might crumble undernhis gaze if he does not speak. You might aswell step in the sun. You feel like his gaze is burning you alive so what is the difference.

"Rh blfi dlfmw lp?(Is your wound ok?)" He mutters, one hand holding the plate while the other gestures to your upper stomach area.

You look at where he is gesturing to and piece together that he is talking about your wound.

"My wound? Yes it is ok, if that is what your asking." Nodding along to your own words while doing a thumbs up. He nodded along before turning slightly, he looks towards the box he checked, he wanted to ask you about it. But as he turned around to bring it up, your gone and he hears fast shuffling.

He shrugs before picking up his sandwiche and eating it slowly, careful of his lips.

You had felt awkward, slamming onto your bed before grunting in pain, maybe not a good idea. However the pain from your embarrassment earlier was worse.

The sun slowly rised. You decided you needed to shower, you were planning to save the last few beer cans for the tall guy until you can buy more, until then, a cold shower could do.

The bathroom door does not really lock, it is a one person living space really, you just hope everyone is asleep.

Looking around for a towel, you feel a spike of pain come from your wound. Grunting a little to loudly. Your sure alteast three of your residents had heard your pain through all those closed doors. Wireface always hears your pain, so it is no surprise that you caught site of him peeking from the closet as you stumble to the bathroom. Turning the corner from his view.

Knocking on the bathroom door and waiting a few minutes, you swing it open to see no one in there. Perfect for you to have a shower, as much as using a tub to relax it would be nice, you would prefer to sit in it with the shower on so atleast some noise is heard. You would shoot yourself If anyone had ever walked in on you naked.

Sitting in the tub with the shower on, your body spiked in pain as the water rained on you and your bullet wound. A bottle of hydrangea soup sat in the tub with you. You did not really feel the need to be quick to wash up. You decide to take as long as you need.

A few minutes had passed and you decided that you should quickly wash up and get to bed, but your body refuses you as you try to move, only for your wound to start bleeding again. It hurt even worse than before, you couldn't even breathe without feeling pain searing through your torso.

All you could do was grip the edges of the tub and try to hold back a cry.

You felt miserable, you were bleeding heavily. You did not know if having a shower caused this is the first place, or maybe you moved in the wrong way and ended up opening it more. You decided to quickly move your leg up to kick the shower knob to turn it off before you stopped moving completely.

You couldn't even hold your tears back for a few more seconds. Moving one of your knees up to hug your leg with one hand and muffle your cries with the other one. You hear foot steps... You paid them no mind, sobs muffled into the palm of your hand and small sniffles echoed, maybe if you paid more attention you would have heard the footsteps stop infront of the bathroom door and the sounds of soft knocks.

The only sounds that could be heard were your sobs. If anything, you would have been under reacting since the whole bottom of the top was 80% covered in your seeping blood. Really the person who had stepped into the bathroom was right to be overly shocked...

Wait...

Someone had stepped into the bathroom?..

You looked up to see that oh so familiar mop of black hair and dried bloody lips.

It was wireface...

Nevermind why he was in here, how long WAS he in here with you?

Questions clouded your mind, you just stared at him shocked, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He was looking at the fresh blood seeping out of your wound, his hands shifted a bit. Which made your eyes drift to what he was holding, the med kit from multiple days earlier.

You did not even care about much pain you were in, you slowly shifting to cover yourself more, eyebrows furrowed and whimpers leaving your lips. Yea maybe you shouldn't move anymore.

Wireface just stood still. He wanted to help, but he was more stunned at the fact that you were bleeding out in a bathroom while trying to muffling yours cries.

"R dlfow szev svokvw blf ru rg dviv gl tvg gsrh yzw, dsb wl blf mvevi zhp uli svok? Ziv blf hxzivw?(I would have helped you if it were to get this bad, why do you never ask for help? Are you scared?)"

You did not process that fact that he was talking to you, you just looked at him, who happened to be making direct eye contact with you.

He could see that you were trembling, eyes threatening to spill more tears. He felt awkward, but that did not change how bad he wanted to comfort you, but you were currently bleeding out in pain and agony.

You were all bandaged up and wrapped in blankets and towels, still in the bath tub, still very much nude.

Wireface was sitting on the floor, he was snoring softly. He must have been so exhausted having to help you again. You feel guilt, maybe if you had not gotten shot in the first place, maybe then you would not look so weak and pathetic in a bath tub with a poor guest of yours on the floor. While you were happy it were him who has helped you all this time, you shove those thoughts down, you have grown to love him, but you never acknowledged those feelings, as you knew that he was only helping because kindness is a normal human thing to do.

You hqd just hoped that if you were a better person, in better condition, maybe you would not have to have burdened him to help you. It is not like you wanted him to help you this time, you did not know what you wanted. You just want people to leave you alone, but your scared of being alone.

You sit in your thoughts, not paying notice to the man looking at you from the floor.

Wireface had woken up a few minutes ago, he has been looking at you to pass the time. You were deep in thoughts, he wished he could read minds to know what has gotten you to look so lost, not like he can anyways, you also think in a different language so maybe not.

A minute jad passed before he decided to softly speak up, trying not to startle you.

"Szev blf vzgvm?(Have you eaten?)"

Although he was quiet, you still jolted. The look on his face looked almost apologetic.

You just tilt your head, in a way to show you do not understand.

Wireface does a spoon scooping motion with his hands. Bringing it to his mouth and fake chewing before pointing towards you.

You could only furrow your eyebrows. Was he asking if you ate?

You could only shake your head no, truth is. You have only eaten once in a few days, the rest you would just drink water to fill your stomach.

You could almost imagine the gears turning in wirefaces head as he looked at your answer stunned. He got up and left. Closing the door behind him.

'Damn, did he just abandon me?' You had thought, only for him to come back almost on queue, he held a plate with a sandwiche. It looked like the same sandwiches you made earlier, but fresh. Did he make a sandwiche for you?

You could almost tear up at the thought, it wouldn't hurt to cry over someone's kindness would it? I mean, you could blame it on your wound.

You only now realised that you could not physically move, but you are pretty sure that wireface already knew that.

He was on his knees beside the bathtub, breaking the bread apart before bringing a piece to your mouth.

"Vsg.(Eat.)"

You look at him before opening your mouth. He put the piece in before making sure you chew.

He had not let you out of the tub at all. Maybe he did not want y1ou to Injure yourself further.

He stayed with you, you did not want to stay in there though. The teen girl in the kitchen was on her girls week after all.

You waited for him to get up to do something before you yourself attempted to get up.

You successfully got yourself up and out of the bath tub, completely forgetting that your nude. Managing to wrap a blanket around you, you quietly trotted to your room, opening the door and laying on your bed. Your gun still where you left it.

You felt comfortable finally, but now that you have moved you have multiple new problems. You can feel pain in your wound again, and wireface might be a little mad. Hearing his almost gibberish panicking from down the hall, you forgot to close your door fully. So it was easy for wireface to assume you were in there.

And he was correct.

He opened the door to see you laying on your bed.

You could almost hear him letcout a sigh of relief.

"Hglk nlermt zilfmw. Blfi zm rwrlg ru blf gsrmp blf xzm ufmxgrlm rm gszg xlmwrgrlm. R zn qfhg gibrmt gl svok.(Stop moving around. Your an idiot if you think you can function in that condition. I am just trying to help.)"

You had no idea what he just said, but the tone of his voice and the look on his face said a lot, you are 100% sure he was scolding you.

He closed the door and left, you had only hoped you could rest.

But you could not help but think about his voice, while you know it was not something that should be making you feel this way. You were aroused.

Great, your Injured and now horny. It is not like you have not touched yourself, but your a virgin and you were never successful in your attempts for a release.

Your sure he has left you for the time being, so you decided that you should make an attempt at getting yourself off before the moment is lost. Maybe this could go well unlike your past attempts?

Note: I will be writing smit next chapter, so if your reading this then I am sorry if I suck at writing.

Who else should I work on?

Cashier Girl.

Coat Guy.

Voting ended onOct 6, 2025

[noiamnothuman]

Why is it so hard to find no I am not human fanfics that are not male reader implied. 😭 Us girls and non binary pals want to get some of the good stuff to.😭💔

ESPECIALLY Wireface. I saw like one female implied fic and it took away the fact that he speaks a different language.

WHAT are we doing people...💔

[noiamnothuman]

|Are you a human? (Ziv blf z sfnzm?)|

Wireface x Reader.

Summary:The days don't seem to end and life does not get any easier in the face of the world you were damned to live in. Upon wanting to give it all up countless times, a cute guest in your house helps you stay on your feet. Although a language barrier is currently the strongest thing in your residence. Your growing love for this foreign man is stronger.

Stuff:Wireface x Reader.Fluff.Reader has trauma.Fem Reader.Reader is tired of everyone.Wireface has trouble expressing feelings.Reader might have emotional trauma.Character death.Reader is scared to show feelings.Wireface my husband.

You did not know how long you could keep going through life like this.

Shotgun on your back, you trotted around your home to check on you guests. It was the same everyday, you know by now everyone residing in your home are not visitors. But with loneliness and boredom, you find it is all you could really do to keep you going, to remind you that you have people looking to you for help and shelter.

The gun on your back meant nothing, sure you've eliminated anyone you deemed a threat and kept the innocent alive, but that doesn't make you any stronger.

Truth is, you knew you were pathetic, you never felt comfortable leaving your house before the world went to shit, it wasn't like you ever had a choice, you felt anxious living on foreign land. You only recently managed to properly grasp the native language, but did it really matter now? You never even spoke to residents, you didn't need to, you gave them food, water, and checked them. You didn't ask them for much, didn't even care that they never thanked you.

You just wanted rest.

But you could not rest now, you had one more person to check up on. A man that came later on in the rise of visitors. He came to your door crying, mouth sewn shut with wired stitches. You felt bad for him, pitied him almost. But pity does not do much in this world, that was all you knew to keep you going. Everyone is out to keep themselves alive, why care for anybody else?

You were different, your kindness was a whole different conversation. You played it no mind, it was only human you had thought.

Knocking on the closet door holding a plate of food on one hand, you had waited, you heard mumbling on the other side. The man had taken off his stitches the same day he had arrived, you just wished you could understand him. You do not speak his language, all you could understand was 'Help me' and 'Thank you'.

He had opened the door and look at you, you eyed his mouth, still red from his injuries. If only you had enough medical supplies to help those in your house that are injured. But unfortunately you don't use it for helping other, call it selfish but you would rather die then live with injuries.

You hand the foreign man the plate of food and left before he could mutter out a word. You did not feel like talking, and for a man who spoke another language. He was the only guests willing to chat to you. If only you were good at hiding your distress from these past few days, eyebags do not disappear in seconds after all. And crying quietly every night did not help you get any better. If it were not for the fact that you were the one that held the gun, you would of been shot dead because of your red eyes.

You had laid on your bed, everyone in your house was human, no visitors are here, no one has come in a while. You should not be so stressed. So why did your chest ache?

You did not want to talk to anyone, the looks they give you were enough. Some looked worried about you, some looked annoyed with you for your lack of self care. But the foreign man did not show any of those emotions. You would not know though. You always went in and out to quickly to actually see if he were one of your more ungrateful guests, the kind to grow annoyed over your constant check ups, your lack of emotion.

But what you also did not know was that he heard you crying every night.

Wireface, what you had began calling him. Had been worried sick about you, infact, he wanted to come check on you tonight. He had not known where your room was, knowing how quiet the house is, he could only known that everyone else had fallen asleep.

The closet door was so close to your room so it was not that hard to find you. He had knocked, but no answer. Upon hesitation, he turned the knob and opened the door. Your room was dark compared to the outside world. The blinds on your window was closed shut to the point it looked like it was night, only one small ray of light being able to push its way into your room.

His eyes had darted from looking at the darkness of the room to your sniffling figure on your bed. Your back had been facing him, but he didn't need to see your face to know you were in despair.

He had slowly walked over to you, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were obviously fast asleep, yet you were still crying, were you having a nightmare? Were you that upset that not even sleep had brought you an ounce of peace?

Wireface could only hope you just stopped crying.

He was not annoyed by it, but he heard it every night he himself wondered if anyone else in the residence had actually tried to check up on you.

He had reached the other end of your bed and knelt down, he felt awkward trying to help you, but you looked so lost and sad he might also start crying.

He reached his hand up to brush the hair out of your face slowly, it was stuck to your tear covered cheek. Rubbing circles on your cheek slowly and softly with his thumb.

"Shhh..." He shushes you as he continues rubbing circles on your cheek until you stopped crying.

Once you hushed, he had gotten up and looked at you more closely. You were sleeping with your gun next to you, your grip slowly faltering. Maybe all this was because you were scared, who wouldn't be, a world gone to shit with violent people running around and a sun scorching the spring environment. How the flora around your house has not torched up yet is a miracle.

He began to walk away slowly and quietly. Trying not to wake you, mumbling to himself.

"Ru lmob R xlfow fmwvihgzmw blf...(If only I could understand you...)"

The sun had set, you had woke up, cheeks surprisingly dry. Usually they are still sticky with tears when you wake up. Maybe you finally slept peacefully?

You would usually follow your daily routine, take a shower, brush your teeth, get ready, try to go out and live a world you were meant to enjoy.

But when the world decided it wanted to make another event to go down in history. You lost all motivation.

Plus, brushing your teeth might make you look like a visitor, why clean your teeth if clean teeth is what could get you killed?

You made your rounds, checking people in the same order, always leaving the foreign man last. You decided that since the bathroom is the only room that is free that you would decide to have a shower. You were about to head to the foreign man in your closet until you had heard your front door being knocked on.

The sharp sounds made you slightly jump, gripping your gun you headed over to it.

You peaked out of the peep-hole and saw the same old man with a gun, he seemed to have gained more fingers and teeth for his necklaces.

He was rambling on about he couldn't find the pale white man that you are pretty sure is running around naked.

You tune out most the conversation, you just wanted him to leave, you did not tell him though. You have seen how he acts when walking around the street, killing anyone he thinks is a little off or suspicious. You just let him ramble on about what he was previously doing, well, until he brought up a demand from you.

"Let me check that your not one of them..."

He had no emotion but anger on his face, you swore he always looked like that. But this time he actually looked more scary than crazy. But then again, crazy people are scary.

You could only look in shock, you were in no position to deny someone else holding a gun. Especially someone who seems more skilled.

"What would you like me to show you?" Was all you could say, maybe if you acted compliant he would think your human and leave, ofcourse your human, your eyes are only red because you suck at bottling your emotions to last a day without breaking. You just wished he chose anything but.-

"Your eyes, show me your eyes."

You froze before the words even finished coming out of his mouth.

"Can you choose something else?.." You softly pleaded.

"Why? Have something to hide? Show me your eyes or I'll blow this place to pieces."

He demanded, you noticed the grip on his gun growing stronger, he looked like he had already made his decision. Yet you still gave in, cracking the front door open and opening your eye lids a little.

You did not have much time to react before he started spewing insults and names. Claiming your one of those monsters, yea you saw that coming...

You shut your door before he could try to burst in and shoot the place up.

You see him through the peep hole and its clear he had his gun up and ready to blow you through the door. You could just move away so you are not affected. But he would just torch your house up. So you quickly grasp your gun and point it. Silence followed, you then pulled the trigger. As you heard the bullet leave, it shot through the door, but you also didn't notice the other hole in the door as you felt pain searing above your stomach area.

You hear wheezing on the other side of the door before it silences. You could only hope he is dead. The smoke coming out of the gun and the blood seeping out of your body was a give away to what had just unfolded a few seconds ago.

By the time this all went down, wireface had grown confused. Keeping track on the genuine time you would wake up and check on people, he noted that you were late to coming to him. Did you find out he went into your room last night? He decided to step out of the closet to check. Walking around he heard rushed footsteps, coming across the front door with two jagged holes and blood puddled up infront of it he decided that maybe he should have stayed in the closet.

Meanwhile you were in the living room rummaging through drawers, the tall man on your couch looked at you with concern and curiosity. The sisters paid you no mind.

You were clutching your wound so hard with a random piece of clothe you found to the point the blood refused to seep through the fabric.

Standing up, you began heading to you room with a med kit stored in the drawer. Walking with a limp in your step, barely able to move without pain seering into your entire body. You did not even bother to pay mind to the stares of those in the living room.

Slowly limping you come across wireface, who was about to make his way back to the closet. You made eye contact with him, you were not surprised you were caught injured, more so awkward that you were found limping to your room.

As you turned to continue slowly limping to your room, it did not take wireface much to catch up, he really only took two steps and reached for your shoulder. He did not even know what happened. Were you shot?

He had slowly dragged you to your room, he wanted to help you, after all you had helped everyone that has taken shelter in your home.

Sitting you down on your bed slowly, he had no actual idea how to bandage people up. He will just do what he saw people do at the medical facility he was at, before his mouth was stitched.

He had taken the clothe from you,he froze, seeing a lot more blood then he anticipated.

He took some disinfectant wipes from the now open medkit and slowly pulled up your shirt/dress,(hoping your wearing shorts.) And began to clean the area as gently as possible. He took the small disinfectant spray and started spraying your wound before getting a bottle of alcohol from the kit, putting it on the wound to wipe the more sensitive areas.

You hissed in pain, you could not physically look at him while he was kneeling infront of you and helping you at your worse. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, he had noticed but did not say anything. He was far more focused on making sure you did not bleed out.

He took the same cloth you had previously pressed on your wound and folded it, pressing it back on. He then unrolled a bandaged, it look soft and was enough to wrap around the area to keep the cloth in place. He began wrapping in around you, being careful not to get extremely close, you were already injured, he refused to make you in pain AND uncomfortable.

Once he secured the bandage he had stood up, he couldn't say much to you, so he smiled at you before walking out of your room.

You did not really know what to say instead of thanking him but as you opened your mouth he was already gone, hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You really were grateful, but somehow you also felt angry. You had tried so desperately to seem more collected with your emotions and you almost broke infront of a man who you don't even understand. Out of all the residents in the house you have no idea about his thoughts on you or his personality in general. He could literally hate your guts and decided to help you because you looked to pathetic to ignore.

You just hope that maybe sleeping would help you relax, but sleep is hard when you have a bullet wound in your stomach.

Wireface sat in the closet. He was bored stiff out of his mind, he can not really talk to anyone, everyone here speaks a different language. So he decided to look in your storage boxes, he knows he should not be snooping in your stuff, but he has nothing better to do.

Plus, he has had his eyes on a particular box.

It was a box shoved to the back on the lowest shelf. It was the only box that had a insane amount of dust on it. Good thing he didn't have a dust allergy.

He pulled the box out, he didn't plan on fully decking out the whole box, he just wanted to see what was forgotten in here, a bit of him is just bored, while another bit of him wants to use this as a way to get to know you.

He came across a stuffed animal, it seemed to be a basic bear, worn down over the years. He placed it gently on the space next to the box as he continued rummaging. Finding a card, he didn't understand what it said, but he still looked at the writing anyways.

"Happy 16th Birthday from your old pal!

It has been awhile since we talked since school, I have always wondered how things have been hanging with you ever since things had went down a bad path. Sometimes I wished to visit you, but since your currently in Russia I unfortunately can not. I wish to see you again in the future to catch up.

You DID say your parents were planning to live in Russia after you graduate. So maybe before you graduate we can have one proper farewell. I would love to hear about your time in Russia once you come back to (Home country.).

I miss you, have an amazing birthday!

Love:_____"

The state of the card makes it look like it is ancient, must be really old. Why was it tossed in a box? Maybe old memories?

He then rummaged again, finding and old book. It seemed like a photo album.

He leaned against a wall while holding it, flipping through the pages. It showed the progression of someone's life. Starting off on baby pictures and progressively getting older and older.

He was able to make out the child to be you, the eyes, hair and facial features match yours.

It showed pictures with other kids. And adults, your siblings? Parents? Friends? Who knew.

Once he flicked to your teen years he noticed that some one is missing, there were two adults originally. A women and a man, but know only a man remained.

You used to look so happy, but he can see through the photos, you didnt look so happy anymore, like the smiles were forced. You looked hurt, broken? You definitely looked like you needed a hug that's for sure. He noted.

Soon enough he reached the last picture placed in the album. It was of you, you looked how you did now but younger. Your mind seemed else where. You were reading and someone stole a picture of you.

It was the last photo in the album, followed by many unfinished pages, left forever empty.

"Dszg szkkvmvw?(What happened?)." He had said to nobody.

He decided that was enough searching, he did not really learn much, only that you have a birthday card stored away and that you looked lost in your photo album.

As much as he feels guilty for snooping in your belongings. He now holds curiosity, did something happen? Why is that the only birthday card in the box? Why did you shove the box away to be forgotten?

Note:This is the first ever proper fanfic I have written, I mainly wrote this because I barely see anything written in this fanfic, let alone about wireface.

I will definitely be writing more parts.