No thoughts just people wincing in sympathy when they see pregnant!reader and konig together because he's...well....Giant.
Larger than life, the sheer size of him only more exaggerated by the fact you've always been on the short size. You hear almost everyday how difficult it will be, your supposedly giant baby. Honestly, you're worried too, though you suspect konig is the most stressed.
"I broke the record in my hospital, schatzi. Fifteen pounds. Schatzi, Do you hear me." Which. As one would predict, only served to make you more nervous.
Then the day comes and....they're...small.
Tiny, little babies. Twins, how the hell it was missed it beyond you. Your husband is well over six feet, weighs a solid three hundred and some pounds, and his two new babies can easily be held in one hand each.
As the shock of everything settles in, you both learn that your babies will absolutely scream and wail if konig attempts to hold them normally, only settling properly when curled up in his hands. He's practically crying all the time from how fragile they are compared to him.
Seeing the tiny pairs of socks he sews for them has you crying, too. He loves them so so much.
Your favorite memory is watching the little ones, now a bit older but still so small, snuggling together on konigs back while he naps, enough space they can't easily roll off.
You can't imagine it any other way. It just...feels right.
Can I request headcanons for Sonar, Flambae, Waterboy, and Robert with a small gn reader please?
ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ " 'm gonna love ya anyway, " ◞ dispatch x gn! reader
ʚɞ synopsis. small gn reader confessing to their crush
ʚɞ chars included. sonar, flambae, waterboy, robert
ʚɞ director's note. wau thirteen requests
main masterlist + dispatch masterlist
sonar is... pretty tall, like at the very least he is six foot or above. he loves to brag as we all know, arrogance is never off the table- and is not above teasing people at all, so prepare for:
if you aren't partners yet, he's gonna be like those typical 'i bully my crush because they're highkey actually really cute'. his teasing is inevitable, and he won't stop (unless you really ask). you are officially also his head rest... congrats...!
he loves to call you little nicknames, but definitely only sticks to three: shortcake, bluetooth speaker, and cricket.
yes they're pretty mean, and yes he knows exactly what each one means and correlates to; shortcake because you're both delicious to look at, and you are small, bluetooth speaker because you're portable and small, cricket because you're small and talk back to him a lot.
did i mention most of his jokes stem from the fact you're small. you could probably be the next einstein or be the first to land on mars and he'd still call you shortcake. it does not matter.
"oh, new toppings on the shortcake, i see." - "really, batman? you like my hat that much or?"
you honestly thought nothing of it until alice says how 'romantic' those names must get in bed (because most assumed you two were already dating and were just teasing each other in work hours).
"aren't yall like, together or am i tweaking." - "no! i'd never get with this bitch!"
then cue to when you two are actually together, he keeps the petname 'shortcake' because you still are a treat to look at, and you taste just as delicious, and god he could never say no to you either, just like actual shortcake.
also will never get over how you thought calling him batman would be bad to him because god he loved it so fucking much whenever he heard those words slip through your lips.
it's like you were already proposing to him, you know what i mean?!
it's not uncommon to be shorter than flambae, i mean, six foot four is pretty hard to beat, and teasing? it's his forte! no way you think he would lay off you just because he likes you, right?
the thing is... he kind of does not use those teasing little nicknames he gives everybody else; yes he does use them, but subconsciously? gosh it's like it was all forgotten and moved over to corny insults you found funny... and possibly adorable.
the nicknames that he uses (sometimes) would be something along the lines of funsized shot glass, or peanut, yes that goes even if you're allergic.
he uses your height as most the punchlines as many of his jokes but he never uses a tone wherein he means it, sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't, but you could never tell.
"ohoh, whose adorable little shot glass came to the party." - "ahah, really... really funny."
it makes most of the others laugh, but they also thought it was so clear that chad had... huge, unimaginable, big feelings for you that could literally be symbolized as a sign saying i love you go to prom with me
"wha- bitch, can't you tell he wants you?" - "...he literally tells me to burn in ash." - "don't you get it?! he wants you to be in the warmth of his arms."
you could not tell at all with all the mixed signals you could get from the singular ‘compliment’ he gives when its just you two if you can even call ‘you were a decent partner’ as flattery.
p.s. nobody was really surprised when you both started dating, they just were shocked at the fact that flambae built the courage to actually talk to you like normal human beings.
waterboy is just as tall as flambae believe it or not, or at least somewhat similar—he doesn’t tease at all (unless it really is just all jokes, etcetera), but he loves to do things you normally cant for you
like when you need something off the top of a shelf, yes he’s already got it for you and has a ring right beside it. yes he is searching for any little sign you like him back even though hes always like ‘no way someone as cute, kind, amazing… elegant as name would like me…’
like loverboy we know what you are, we know what you’re doing trying to play that game at the beach where one person sits on the other’s shoulders then fights another two people similarly.
or maybe its the nicknames you give him when you try to tease him.
all answers are wrong because he likes all the names you call him. whether that be umbrella or mountain, or beanpole. he likes every single name. the only one he is mad you haven’t called him yet is yours.
but actually? he could never be mad at you, god no, herman? mad at you? never. but herman placing everything you need on a higher shelf so you ask him to get it for you? very realistic, and might’ve happened. keyword: “might”
everybody knew how much you both were pining for each other though, just betting on who would confess first.
robert should be around five nine or five ten from what i see, he is literally the average height—and i’d say its not uncommon you’d be shorter than him but… it’s definitely nothing over six foot. and that’s what you love to play off.
even if you’re shorter than him, you give him nicknames instead, something along the lines of treehouse or himbo, just know its you giving the nasty nicknames.
he sticks with something similar to sonar: like shortcake, cupcake, cherry, etcetera, he keeps his short n’ sweet (quite literally)
“oh here comes beanstalk.” — “hi to you too cupcake.”
if anything, you try your best to be mean to him but if anything… it just really seems like he’s into everything you say and tell about him.
it isn’t a surprise to see you two leaving work early to go out for dinner too though.
The bonfire on La Push beach was loud, warm, alive—wolves scattered around in their usual circle, laughter mixing with the crash of waves.
And Jacob?
He had you tucked right against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Because to him—it was.
You looked small next to him. Everyone did, really. The pack easily towered between 6’8 and 7’0, but Jacob especially… broad shoulders, warm skin, his arm draped over you like he didn’t even think about it.
His fingers idly traced your waist. Possessive. Grounding.
A silent mine.
You didn’t mind.
You leaned into him instead.
That’s when she showed up.
Bella.
Her eyes locked on the two of you almost immediately—on how close you were, how comfortable Jacob looked, how he didn’t pull away when you laughed softly at something he said.
If anything… he pulled you closer.
The tension shifted.
“What is this?” she asked, voice tight, stepping closer like she had some kind of claim.
You didn’t even look bothered.
But Jacob did.
His entire body went rigid, arm tightening around you.
“Don’t start, Bella,” he warned, voice low.
She scoffed, looking you up and down, clearly trying to get under your skin.
“You really downgraded, Jake.”
Silence.
The kind that snaps.
Before you could even react—
“Watch your mouth.”
Jacob’s voice cut through the air, sharp enough that even the rest of the pack went quiet.
You felt it in his chest—the anger, the protectiveness.
His hand slid from your waist to your hip, pulling you slightly behind him without fully letting you go.
“I mean it,” he continued, stepping forward just enough to put distance between you and her. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
Sam’s expression hardened.
Leah looked like she was seconds away from snapping.
Bella faltered—just slightly—but it was enough.
You sighed softly, tugging at Jacob’s hand.
“Jake,” you murmured, calm, unaffected. “It’s not worth it.”
That did it.
The second he looked down at you, something in him shifted. The anger didn’t disappear—but it redirected.
To getting you away.
“Yeah,” he muttered, jaw tight. “We’re leaving.”
And just like that—he was pulling you with him, not even sparing Bella another glance.
The walk back to his place was quiet.
Not awkward.
Just… charged.
Jacob’s hand never left yours. His thumb kept brushing over your knuckles like he needed the reminder you were still there.
By the time you got inside, the door barely had time to shut before he turned to you.
“You okay?” he asked, softer now—but still tense.
You nodded easily.
“I told you. I don’t care what she thinks.”
That seemed to hit him harder than anything else.
His hands found your waist again—firmer this time. Pulling you in.
“You shouldn't,” he muttered. “People don’t get to talk about you like that.”
You looked up at him, completely unfazed.
“Good thing you handled it then.”
That… made something snap.
Not anger.
Something warmer. Deeper.
His hand slid up your back, the other tilting your chin just slightly before he kissed you.
Hard.
Not rushed—but intense. Like he had something to prove. Like he needed to feel that you were his and safe and right there.
You melted into it easily, fingers gripping his shirt as he backed you up just slightly.
The height difference didn’t help.
If anything—it made it worse.
Better.
His lips dragged from yours for a second, just long enough for him to murmur—
“We shouldn’t have left early.”
But the way his hands tightened said the opposite.
You smirked slightly, breath warm against his skin.
“Then go back.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“Not happening.”
And when he kissed you again—slower this time, deeper—
it was pretty clear neither of you were thinking about the bonfire anymore.
🎸 He honestly loves it. Similar to Steve, he likes to tease you from time to time, just to make you nervous.
🎸 He wraps his arms around your waist, lifts you up, and spins you around. Sometimes he'll appear like a ghost behind you and lean to one side of your face to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, and then the same on the other.
🎸 When he hugs you, Eddie loves how you tilt your head back to get a better look. It makes him want to kiss your whole face.
🎸 He always has an arm around your shoulder or waist, keeping you close, to prevent malicious people from bothering you.
🎸 When he kisses you, he always lifts you up, grabbing your thighs so you wrap your legs around his hips, and pins you against the wall. He wants to savor you properly and look into your eyes.
🎸 He's submissive just for you, if that means he can have you on top of him to admire you better. To see how your body, compared to his, only takes up half of his.
Steve
🧢 This cheeky little rascal likes to tease you. He uses the height difference to his advantage. He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on the top of your head, or put his hands on your shoulders.
🧢 If Steve is standing in front of you, he'll cross his arms over his chest and stand up straighter to appear taller. He'll puff out his chest and look at you with a mocking, amused smile as he watches you try to stand on your tiptoes.
"Nice try"
🧢 If someone bothers you, Steve will stand beside you, shoulder to shoulder, or in front of you, between you and the other person, protecting you.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
🧢 If you two ever argue, he'll grab anything you have near you or in your hand (a bag, a hair clip, etc.) and hold it above his head until you listen. It doesn't matter how high you have to jump. But he never does it maliciously.
"Uh-uh! I'll give your things back when we're done with this conversation."
🧢 He loves lifting you by the waist and sitting you on the kitchen counter, the hood of his car, or on his lap. Sometimes he does it just to sit you in high places because he loves watching you get frustrated and beg him to put you down.
🧢 Steve likes to be on top of you and cover you with his arms. He likes how easy it seems to have you beneath him so he can hold you close to his body. And he can't resist the feeling of filling you completely. Feeling him fill every space inside you and how you squeeze him like a rosebud.
Henry
🕷 Power dynamics and size kink will be a daily occurrence. Henry already has manipulative tendencies, now imagine him knowing you're shorter than him.
🕷 He always has a hand above you, to grab your chin and lift it, forcing you to look at him. Whether it's a gentle touch of his thumb or his fingers closing in a vise on your jaw. He always does it.
🕷 He looms over you like the shadow of a tall tree, and he's so silent you never see him coming. Whether he's in front of you or behind you, his presence always startles you. And he loves to look down at you with his head tilted, like a predator sizing up its prey before devouring it.
🕷 But every now and then Henry would also bend down and lean towards you, almost at your level. But it was only so he could look at you better, like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. With those stormy blue eyes, piercing, cold, and intimidating, yet somehow capable of showing warmth. A way of displaying dominance.
🕷 He can easily carry you, but he only decides to do it when you're asleep, and it's always bride-style.
🕷 When he touches you, he's always amused by how small your hands look compared to his own. And not just your hands, your whole body. He slides his fingers up your thighs, lifting them with ease. He likes that his hand can close over your mouth, completely covering it, or that he can grasp your neck, noticing how perfectly his hand fits.
Greetings, manager! I must say, I adore the atmosphere and setting of this lounge! If I may, might I request the Golden Calamari Rings with the first years, sans Ortho for romantic reasons?
Though this would be before any established relationship, the reader is short, and, for one reason or another (Ace teasing them about their height, them wanting to show something to Sebek, etc.), yanks down (or just to the side, in Epel's case) on the boy's collar/tie to meet them at eye level, leaving him flustered and realizing he might be into it and also them.
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Ah, a new patron! Greetings!
The kitchen is so delighted to welcome you to our Lounge. We are beaming to hear you "adore" our atmosphere! A first-time customer is always a "dish" we are eager to serve.
And you have placed a wonderful first "order"! A plate of Golden Calamari Rings (Headcanons), featuring our... energetic... first-year students!
My, my. A "dish" with such a... bold... "flavor profile"! A short, assertive reader who is not afraid to... take charge... of our (very tall) boys? A "flavor" that is all about the "spark" of realization? This is a house specialty!
The kitchen has prepared this with a dash of "fluster" and a heavy "seasoning" of... realization. We do hope it is to your satisfaction. 🧣
Serving: First-Years React to a Short S/O... Taking Charge
❤️ Ace Trappola
The Setup: He is absolutely the cause. He is 100% teasing you, holding your phone just out of your reach, a smug, infuriating grin on his face. "What's the matter, shorty? Need a boost? C'mon, jump for it!"
The Action: You are so done. You are not jumping. You take one step forward, grab a handful of his (always-messy) tie and the front of his unbuttoned blazer, and YANK. Hard.
The Reaction: Ace's smug grin vanishes. He makes a startled "Gah—!" sound as he's yanked forward, stumbling, until his face is inches from yours. His eyes are wide. He's not used to you being the one to get physical. He's just... frozen.
The Realization: He's staring right into your eyes, and you are not joking. You look furious. And... it's... kinda hot. His heart does a stupid, loud THUMP in his chest. His brain, for the first time, is silent. He's not thinking of a comeback. He's just thinking... whoa. His face goes bright red, all the way to his ears. "...H-Hey! Okay, okay, I get it!" he'll stammer, immediately dropping your phone into your free hand. "Yeesh. No need to get all grabby..." He will be so flustered, and will definitely be finding new ways to get you to do that again.
💙 Deuce Spade
The Setup: He's not teasing you; he's just oblivious. You're trying to tell him something important about your homework, but he's distracted, looking over your head at something (probably a cool motorcycle) in the courtyard. "Yeah, uh-huh... that's... that's cool..."
The Action: You get so frustrated. "Deuce! I'm talking to you!" You grab his (imperfectly-tied) tie and pull.
The Reaction: Deuce is so startled. He lets out a high-pitched "Wha—?!" as he's yanked down. His entire world immediately narrows to just... your eyes. You're glaring, but you're also... so close. He's... never been this close to your face before. He can feel the warmth of your hand fisted in his tie, right over his heart.
The Realization: His brain just... stops. All thoughts of "being an honor student" and "magic-cycles" vanish. He just... stares. He can feel his entire face catching fire. "I... I... I'M... I'M LISTENING!" he'll squeak, his voice cracking painfully. He will be mortified by his reaction, but his heart will be pounding. He will be so much more attentive... and so much more adorably awkward... around you from now on.
🐺 Jack Howl
The Setup: He's just... so tall. You're trying to have a serious conversation, but he's standing at his full height, looking down at you, and you're craning your neck so far it's starting to hurt. "Jack, I'm down here." "I know. I can hear you," he'll rumble, not understanding the problem.
The Action: You huff, fed up. "No. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" You ball your fist, grab the collar of his perfectly neat uniform shirt, and pull.
The Reaction: Jack is solid muscle. He doesn't stumble so much as he is forced to bend at the waist. He is stunned. No one... ever... puts their hands on him like this. He's suddenly eye-level with you, and your grip is fierce and unyielding.
The Realization: His beastman instincts are going haywire. This is... a challenge? No... it's... bold. He likes bold. He respects it. His tail will give one... stiff... wag. His ears will pin back, but not in anger. In... surprise. He won't blush, but he'll clear his throat, his heart thumping heavily. "...Okay," he'll rumble, his voice a little deeper than usual. "I'm... looking." (He will, from that day on, make a conscious effort to crouch or sit when you have a long talk, which is, in its own way, so much sweeter).
🍎 Epel Felmier
The Setup: You're just walking side-by-side, but he's in his "Pomefiore mode"—polite, quiet, almost "dainty," and it's driving you nuts. You want to talk to the real Epel, but he's giving you one-word, "pretty-boy" answers. "Yes, the weather is nice."
The Action: You get annoyed. You grab the front of his neat vest (he's too proper for a loose tie) and yank him to the side, into an empty alcove. "Hey! Would you please talk to me for real?"
The Reaction: He stumbles, his "polite" mask shattering. "Wha—! Hey! What's yer...!" He's suddenly face-to-face with you, and you look mad, but also... passionate.
The Realization: His heart leaps into his throat. This is... not "delicate." This is strong. This is bold. This is... exactly... what he admires. He's not flustered because he's shy. He's flustered because he's impressed. His face goes bright red. "'M... 'm talkin'!" he'll snap back, his country accent coming out thick and fast. "Ya... ya... ya didn't hafta... do... that... ya... ya brute!" (He is so into it. He will, from now on, call you "brute" and "ruffian"... with the utmost affection).
⚡ Sebek Zigvolt
The Setup: He. Will. Not. Stop. Yelling. About Malleus. He's so loud, and he's not even looking at you. He's just... projecting... at the sky about the Young Master's grace. "AND HIS MAGICAL PROWESS IS UN..."
The Action: You have had it. You need to show him something on your phone. "SEBEK!" you yell. He doesn't hear. Fine. You reach up, grab his impeccably neat Diasomnia tie, and YANK. HARD.
The Reaction: He is instantly silenced. He is yanked down, his eyes wide with utter, profound shock. NO ONE... EVER... TOUCHES... HIS UNIFORM. He's suddenly staring directly into your furious eyes.
The Realization: His brain... breaks. It's... mutiny! It's... insubordination! It's... treason! It's... it's... kinda... hot? He's never seen a "weak human" be so... audacious. He can feel his Fae-half... intrigued... and his human-half... flaming red. He can't speak. He can't yell. He just... stares. His face is a glorious, mottled, red-and-white mess. "...W-W-WHAT...!" he'll finally sputter, scrambling back as if he's been burned. "...IS... THE MEANING... OF... THIS... INSOLENCE... HUMAN!" (He will... avoid you... for three days... because he does not know how to process the... feelings. He is so flustered).
A "dish" served with... a little bit of force! The kitchen is delighted to have served your very first "order."
We do hope this Golden Calamari Rings dish was to your liking, and we eagerly await your next visit to our Lounge! 🧣
Mike Wheeler being yelled at by a 4”9 short girl friend
“ARE YOU STUPID MIKE WHEELER!?” Your voice rang out through the walls of the school. Mike simply shook his head and sighed, his face flushing with embarrassment. Lucas and Will giggled behind them, “You are so lucky we are in school, or else i swear to GOD you would be dead.”
He nodded and looked down. “Say sorry.” You said. “Sorry.” He said in a quiet voice, “Look at me.” He looked a little higher, (considering how short you were) and said it again, in the same quiet tone.
“Next time you and your friends wanna mess with my stuff, maybe check if i’m not still in my house.” When Mike looked behind you to see Lucas nodding and repeating her words, Mike got annoyed and looked back to you.
You were already walking away in the direction of your next class. He thought it was over until you yelled, “Dumbass!” and laughed with your friends.
hello! i saw you were taking requests and i was wondering if i could request a jax x reader fic where they’re on adventure but reader gets captured so jax starts freaking out and goes to save them? maybe angst and hurt/comfort pls? you’re really good at writing angst and hurt/comfort :3
I'm a Jerk, Not a Monster.
Jax x Reader
Light Whump | Hurt/Comfort | Oneshot | 2.9k
CW: Graphic descriptions of gore, bodily fluids, severed limbs, butcher imagery, panic attack, gun/gunshot, explicit language, reader is grabbed by a large threatening man, reader is threatened but ultimately not physically harmed
Summary: After Jax shoved you into a door as payback for you getting you both stuck in the basement of an abandoned mansion, you and him quickly realize it wasn't just any door he shoved you into.
A/N: OKAY THIS GOT MORE GOREY THAN I EXPECTED AHAHAA SOO FAIR WARNING FOR THAT-- Um. Anyway, sorry this took so long to complete :,D However, I have been wanting to write a story like this for AAAGGEESS!! I absolutely love the idea of Jax saving the reader, it makes me feel so giddy IDC ABOUT CANON LET ME HAVE MY DELUSIONAL FANTASIES!! Yeah so thanks anon for giving me an excuse to finish it hehe!! Enjoy :3
Inspired by this fic by LunaTantabus, go check it out!
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“@#$&— HEY!!”
You cursed as you were suddenly shoved through a door. One of many in the dark hallway you and Jax had been traversing.
See, the two of you had been split off from the rest of the group pretty early on in the adventure, after you fell through a trapdoor and grabbed the leg of Jax's overalls in a vain effort to save yourself.
Of course, you did nothing except drag him down to Hell with you. That led to the both of you falling a long way and then landing in the basement of the haunted house. So, you were stuck. And of course Jax threw a hissy fit over it.
You figured that might've been the reason he shoved you through the first door he saw in retaliation.
“Jax!” you scolded, banging on the distressed wooden door with clenched fists. “Let me out of this damn place!”
It was pitch black in whatever room you were shoved into, and for some reason the door didn't open from the inside.
You heard Jax cackle in amusement from the other side. You growled bitterly, clenching your jaw.
“JAX I SWEAR TO @#$&!” you shouted even louder, the force behind your banging increasing with each hit. “OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!”
“Shoulda thought of that before you decided to drag me down here with you, cupcake,” Jax's muffled voice taunted from the other side once more.
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” you raged, then sighed defeatedly when he just laughed again. He was probably going to keep you in here for as long as he felt was necessary, or until he managed to get a sorry out of you.
Truthfully, Jax wasn't even upset about your accidental stunt. He was going to find a way to end up where the action was anyway. He just thought you were really cute when you were angry and all riled up, and for some reason he just enjoyed teasing and bullying you a little more than the others.
Not with the intention to harm you, of course. Jax never wanted to inflict any genuine harm on the others, but he'd be lying if he said your reactions weren't the most hilarious things ever.
After you went silent, he decided that that was probably enough and got off the door, turning to face it and grabbing the knob.
“Alright dolly, time to—”
You screamed bloody murder from the other side of the door, making him flinch away from the door knob like it was made of hot coal. Why did you scream like that!?
Another shriek from you sounded, but this time it got further away very quickly.
Jax stood there for a couple seconds, the silence ringing in his ears. His ears twitched a bit, listening for the slightest indication you might be fucking with him.
“Y/N?”
Jax snapped himself out of his thoughts and pulled open the door, small square pupils frantically darting around.
But you were nowhere in sight.
Wide eyes and a terrified, small frown in the center of his face replaced his usual nonchalant expression. His heart raced in his chest as he examined the room with his eyes. Nothing.
The longer he stood there fed the realization that this wasn't an elaborate prank. That scream was way too genuine, and you would've definitely jumpscared him by now if you were just joking.
Jax looked behind him and frantically scanned the hallway he was just in for anything he could use to his advantage. He spotted a large shotgun hanging on the wall a few feet away, and lunged to grab it before dashing into the darkness after you.
…
Meanwhile, you were kicking and flailing as desperately as you could in the claws that grabbed you.
“Let go of me!!” you cried, hearing a monsterous growl in response from whatever creature was dragging you down.
Eventually you hit the ground and the claws finally let you go. You immediately sprang off the floor the moment you regained your autonomy, frantically looking around to spot the enemy that kidnapped you.
In the midst of your panic, you cursed Jax in your mind, clenching your jaw and fists as you damned him to Hell. This was all his fault, you thought bitterly, moving forward in an effort to find some kind of exit or way out of here.
Your thoughts were interrupted with a click, when the dim yellow lights suddenly switched on, and revealed a room filled wall to wall with the heads of different creatures you've seen in all the adventures you've taken over the years.
Your heart sank like an anchor, dropping to the pit of your stomach like it was made of stone. From the ceiling, attached by string, hung an assortment of skinned limbs and other body parts, the origins of which left ambiguous.
You had been through adventures involving some sort of injury all the time, you knew you couldn't die nor get hurt in this strange digital dimension. But this…?
This may be the first time since you got here that true fear managed to crawl under your skin. You suddenly felt the urge to vomit, even if the smell of formaldehyde wasn't particularly strong. Just the sight of all these vaguely humanoid heads and limbs hung up like decorations for some sick butcher… It was enough to make the bile in your stomach lunge to the back of your throat.
You were barely given a chance to swallow it back when you heard the sound of heavy footsteps thump behind you.
Before you could turn around to see who it was, a pair of strong, beefy, and masculine arms grabbed you from behind. A hand pressed against your mouth and nose, and you heard the deep chuckle of a particularly disgusting voice breathe down your neck. It smelled so, so gross.
Whatever he said was lost to you, as your eyes fixated on the blade that appeared before your chin. You struggled, not even realizing that you were screaming, as your legs kicked and your arms flailed against his.
Mildly frustrated with your squirming, the hand pressed against your face was now instead holding you in a headlock, and you were forced to look up at his face.
“No! Let go!” you shrieked, the beginnings of a sob cracking through your panicking voice. “Stop! Get off of me!”
But it was no use, and worse than that, it seemed like your struggle was part of his fun.
The blade pressed against your stomach, sending your mind into a world of alarm. You kicked your legs even more desperately, tears brimming your eyes. “Please! Let me go!” you sobbed, pressing your eyes closed to suppress the burning tears—
BANG.
.
. .
. . .
You slowly opened your eyes, and stared up at the man's face…
…Or what was left of it.
One of his eyeballs fell from the giant, ragged and fleshy hole in his head, bouncing on your cheek before hitting the ground with a disgusting squelch noise. Blood was splattered all over your face but especially on him.
The knife clattered on the floor, and his heavy body followed soon after when you shoved him off of you.
Your skin crawled, your lungs burned, and no matter how hard you panted or how hard you hugged yourself, the blaring alarms in your head never went away. You still felt the pressure in your skin from where he was holding you, your throat closed up like you were still in that headlock.
“Y/N!”
The sound of your name being called snapped you out of the panic, and you whipped around, eyes stark. You saw a tall lanky silhouette stand over you, but through the brain fog you couldn't seem to calm down enough to realize who it was.
You screamed as gloved hands grabbed your shoulders, before hearing his voice speak to you again.
“Shh, shh, it's me! It's me!”
Your vision cleared as you blinked away the tears, and your eyes met his yellow ones.
Jax stared down at you with maybe the most genuinely shocked and worried expression you had ever seen since you got here. His mouth was curled into a concerned frown, as his small black pupils studied you carefully.
“Hey, hey, shh… Relax. It's okay,” he spoke to you, his voice oddly soothing and calm. His eyes examined your trembling form. “Are you alright…?”
Jax's hands gripped your shoulders. They felt warm, and a little possessive. The anxiety began to clear up when the realization finally sank in.
You were safe.
…Because of…Jax…
You couldn't understand what prompted him to chase after you. He was always so uncaring, a jerk! He was the one who shoved you in that damn door to begin with!!
But it didn't matter.
It didn't matter if it was Satan himself who stood before you right now.
You were just happy to see a familiar face.
Not even thinking twice, you jumped into his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his overalls. You began to choke out a few sobs, burying your face into his shoulder and clinging onto him like he was the last thing keeping you alive.
Which, he kind of was just now.
“Jax…” you whimpered, not even knowing where you were taking that sentence. You were so relieved that his name was the only thing you could say.
That gesture certainly wasn't what Jax was expecting. He froze, staring down at you. His arms were held out awkwardly since he had no idea where to put them. It was strange, being hugged by you, especially out of nowhere like this.
…Then again, he understood why you were so spooked. This was too much—even for him.
Jax finally wrapped his arms around you and slowly began to rub your back, giving you a minute to compose yourself. Normally he'd never let anyone this close, but as big of an asshole as Jax was, he wasn't a monster.
…Unlike that man that attacked you.
You were grounded by the feeling of metal poking your hip, making you jump in surprise and pull away from him.
“Huh— What is it?” Jax flinched as well in surprise, before realizing what you had felt. “Oh.”
He chuckled, pulling out the large gun from his side pocket. He gave it a rattle, showing you the weapon he used to shoot that son of a bitch straight in the head.
Your eyes darted to the corpse on the ground, and back at Jax. A nervous smile crept on your face as you observed his prideful grin, and with a small giggle of your own, you hugged him again. This time, more tenderly and genuinely.
Jax felt his heart flutter, but he kept his reaction neutral to avoid getting too comfortable with you. He shoved the gun back in his pocket, and rubbed your back again before patting it.
“Thank you…” you sobbed out with shaky breaths and sniffles. “Thank you…So much…Please…”
Jax grinned and pat your back again. “Yeah, yeah. Don't sweat it, kid. Now let's get out of here before one of us throws up last night's dinner,” he said with a more relaxed voice.
“Y-Yeah, sounds good,” you murmured, your eyes nervously darting around the room. You were still alert, aware of everything happening around you. The horrifying environment didn't help at all with easing your nerves.
Jax smirked when he saw your face dirty with blood and bits of flesh, reaching a hand down to wipe it off your cheeks and forehead. You reacted with pure confusion, staring up at him before realizing you had bodily fluids on you.
"Ewww..." You whined, lifting an arm to wipe the rest off with your sleeve. It was digital code, sure, but gross nonetheless! Did it have to feel so real!?
Jax chortled in amusement at your frantic rubbing, wiping his hand on his overalls before pinching your cheek playfully. "My bad, dollface."
His apology was half-sincere, Jax wasn't going to wait for that guy to let go of you to shoot the shit out of him. In fact, he'd have made it way more gorey if he didn't have to comfort you. He never wanted to pass up a chance to let out his violent urges without fear of consequences.
You validated that thought with a shake of your head. "N-No, it's okay, I understand," you said, forcing a soft smile to look up at him.
Jax observed your smaller form, eyebrows twitching with consideration. He studied you for a moment, then shrugged and leaned down, grabbing your waist and legs. With a soft grunt, he lifted you straight off the ground and hoisted you up into his arms.
Understandably, you yelped in surprise, flailing your arms briefly before grabbing his shoulders as support. You looked down at the ground, then back up at him with hyper aware eyes. He was grinning pretty smugly at you with lidded eyes. You scowled in response.
“Put me down! I can walk by myself, thank you very much!” you demanded, which Jax returned with a laugh, turning to make his way back down the hallway he came from.
“Nah.” He chuckled, strolling down the dimly lit corridor and holding you a bit more tightly than he intended. His grin faltered a bit when he thought back to that sight he ran in on, which made him thank everything that is holy that he grabbed that gun before chasing after you.
Jax felt guilt begin to ring in his chest—he was the one who shoved you into that closet to begin with.
You looked up, studying his expression as it went from smug to neutral. He seemed to be trying to recall the way back, but you sensed an underlying trouble in his mind. You knew what he was thinking, it's something you'd feel guilty over, too. You didn't really want him to feel bad over this, but it was hard to bring up what you were thinking without sounding awkward and random.
You were happy to be with him again, something about being held by him helped you feel safe and grounded. You rested your head against him, looking forward and at the wall as Jax walked.
There was an awkward period of silence as you and Jax made your way back, neither of you seemed to know what to say. But it wasn't exactly bad, you needed the calmness after the panic attack you experienced back there.
Finally, you spoke up in a quiet, timid voice.
“Um…Jax…?”
“Mm?” He hummed, trying his best to focus on navigating this maze of hallways. You realize his mouth was closed in a slight downturned curve. His face was so expressive, it made you smile, though not for long.
You paused, not knowing how to phrase it.
“...Why'd you…Why’d you come back for me? I-I wasn't really expecting it, I mean,” you chuckled poorly, the smile not meeting your eyes. “I fully expected you to leave me for dead…”
Jax felt his chest twist in guilt, and the pain seemed to briefly show in his expression. He didn't make eye contact with you, but it didn't harm the sincerity in his voice.
“Kid, I'm a jerk. Not a monster.”
“Ah… Yeah, I suppose.”
You both approached a door, and he shifted you so he was holding you with just his left arm. He pulled a key from his pocket, sticking it into the lock and twisting it a few times, making the lock rattle before it finally clicked.
His answer was short and simple, and it made sense, though you secretly wished he elaborated a little more.
But this is Jax we're talkin about. If it was any closer to your first day here, you'd have been annoyed and a little pissed with his lack of explanation. However, by now, you were used to him. He was unpredictable, and strangely, that made him predictable.
Jax pushed open the door to reveal the hallway you two were in before that whole mess. He sighed to himself, pocketing his key again and slamming the door behind him.
“What the heck is up with that key you have?” you pointed out, since this wasn't the first time you saw the golden tool in his possession. “Is it like a master key or something? You're always unlocking @#$& with the same thing!!”
Jax's grin returned as he looked down at you. “Yeah? You'd like to know, wouldn't you?” He chuckled, holding you with both arms again. He then sighed a bit and looked up, his expression going back to the thoughtful one he had before.
“Right, where were we now…” he murmured, examining his surroundings carefully before moving forward.
You pouted, unsatisfied with the answer and giving a little hop in his arms. “Hey don't ignore me!! Tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!!”
Jax just laughed, amused by your prying curiosity.
“Nnnope~,” he drawled playfully, his eyes narrowed into cheeky crescents as his grin stretched further. “Can't have a little thing like you runnin’ around spillin’ all my secrets.”
You whined, getting frustrated with his stubbornness and his stupid mischievous shit-eating grin. “I won't tell anyone! I promise!”
“No can do, buckaroo. Maybe you'll find out by yourself someday,” he hummed, poking your nose and grinning at your frustrated expression. “Sorry, toots.”
You huffed, swatting his hand away and maintaining your pout. You averted your eyes from his smug face, crossing your arms.
