Viivian

☁️✨ hi hi, I’m Viivan (she/her)! ✨☁️ I write Ninjago fanfic, oneshots, headcannons, and more!

[viivianxb]

RULES

REQUEST RULES — READ BEFORE ASKING Gothic vibes. Clear boundaries. Respect the craft.

1. REQUESTS. You can send me a dm, or a comment, either of those will do

2. BE CLEAR AND SPECIFIC. Tell me exactly what you want. Don’t just say “write something angsty.” Give me details:

“Can you write Chance x gn!reader where they don't sleep because they're overworking themselves? Fluff/Comfort” The more specific you are, the better I can write it.

3. I WRITE FOR ALL READERS. I’m happy to write for: • fem!reader • male!reader • gn!reader But if you don’t specify, I’ll automatically make it gn!reader.

I am a x reader only page! Please don’t request for canon x canon, I can do polys, or a love triangle, but I won’t do canon x canon

4. DON’T BE AFRAID TO ASK WHO I WRITE FOR. If you’re not sure which fandoms or characters I cover, just ask. I forget sometimes too — it’s helpful!

5. I'M OKAY WITH WRITING SUGGESTIVE CONTENT I am okay with writing suggestive content to an extent, but I will not write full on smut, as I have gotten uncomfortable with writing it.

6. DARK CONTENT IS ALLOWED (TO A POINT). I can write stories with: • Gore • Violence • Emotional or physical trauma But I won’t do anything too graphic or extreme, keep it story-driven.

7. HARD NOs — DON’T REQUEST THESE. I will NEVER write anything involving: • Incest • Pedophilia • Sexual assault (s/a) If you request these, you will be blocked

Respect the space. Respect the boundaries. And let your imagination run dark.

Forsaken Masterlist Ninjago Masterlist

(Rules inspo goes to @nakakahilo, tried making it different)

[viivianxb]

Ninjago Masterlist!

✧ NINJAGO FANFIC MASTERLIST ✧

MAIN NINJA

Kai:

- "Love your crazy"

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Jay:

- "Love your crazy"

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Zane:

- "Love your crazy"

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Cole:

- "Love your crazy"

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Lloyd:

- "Love your crazy"

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Nya:

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VILLAINS

Morro:

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Pythor:

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Overlord:

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SIDE CHARACTERS

Dareth:

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Ronin:

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More will be added!

[viivianxb]

can i have headcanons for 007n7 and elliot with fem!reader who heals by throwing cheese? it's ridiculous but works well

` 🧀 It's not stupid if it works 🧀 `

Elliot x Fem!Reader, 007n7 x Fem!Reader

Tags: Cheese throwing, funnys, burgerpizza duo, and their cheese-loving partner

Authors note: My second fanfic, I'm slowly doing everyone's requests lol, I want to try and get as many done as possible and get part 3 done for "Drowning in silence" as well!

007n7

- The first time you threw cheese at him, he literally froze mid-step like his system crashed. Just… completely rebooting.

- When he realized it actually healed him, he stared into the distance for a solid minute, rethinking everything he thought he knew about life. And dairy.

- Meanwhile, you’re somewhere in the background giggling like a gremlin, while he slowly realizes the cheese is still stuck to his face. His ears? Immediately red.

- The smack sound of a single slice of cheese hitting his face is way louder than it has any right to be. It echoes. It haunts him.

- Eventually, he gets used to it… not emotionally, just physically. Every hit still feels like a personal attack.

- One day, when it’s just the two of you, he finally asks:

“So… where do you even get all this cheese from?”

“Pocket cheese.”

Silence.

“…Pocket cheese?”

“Pocket cheese!”

SMACK. Another slice hits him as you sprint away laughing like a menace.

- He doesn’t get how this happened. One minute he’s minding his business, the next he’s catching feelings for someone who weaponizes cheese. Somehow, he’s okay with it.

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Elliot

-The first time cheese hit him, he nearly jumped out of his skin. It was

- He slowly peeled it off his face, fully prepared to see something horrifying… only to find a single slice of cheese. Just… cheese.

- He looks up, and there you are, grinning like you just won the lottery, giving him two aggressive thumbs up.

- He deadpans. Completely silent. Then watches his health bar go up.

- “…How.”

- It’s cheese. Just cheese. No explanation. No logic. Just dairy-based healing.

- He’s lowkey offended. He spends all that time making pizzas for everyone, and you’re out here pulling infinite cheese out of nowhere like some kind of lactose wizard.

- Naturally, he gets suspicious.

- One morning, he wakes up early and catches you in front of the fridge, arms absolutely FULL of cheese like you’re about to commit a crime.

- That’s when it clicks. His cheese. The pizza cheese.

- He tries to stop you, but you’re already gone, sprinting away with your stolen dairy stash like a cartoon thief.

- He just stands there for a second, staring at the open fridge.

- “…I’m being robbed by a cheese goblin.”

[viivianxb]

Hallo Hallo!!! This is my first time requesting sm from you and I absolutely love you little story of the reader being the most hated survivor!!!! It was very unique and different from the other readers, thats all I have to say about it since that is not the main focus on this request!! May I ask for a crazy!Reader x 007n7? Reader is batshit crazy, like cartoonish mental hospital crazy but also very shy and flustered when it comes to receiving and giving affection. 07n7 decided to surprise them after a round with a hug and a peck on the neck for a good job (reader only willingly helps others if 007n7 asks them) and Reader freezes and quiets down, staring at 7 with a blank expression while they think how badly they want that single father (their dynamic is like this: Single pathetic father who's trying to make up for his mistakes x the weird tall cartoon villain thing he managed to bag somehow). You can continue the rest from here, this can be fluff or smut, the rest is up to you after all!!! Drink and rest well, happy 'Tober!!!!

`⚠︎ "Crazy in love" ⚠︎`

007n7 x Crazy!Reader

Tags: Touch starved reader, fluff, kissing, goofy 007n7, need this pathetic single father bro

Authors note: WE'RE BACK BABY!! I'm finally getting back into the Forsaken Fandom, I have seen that it is healing, and I want to get back into writing it again. I will still be writing for Ninjago, so I will have both of these fandoms on my list! Part 3 of "Drowning in Silence" will be coming out soon!

To say you were crazy was an understatement. You were absolutely insane.

The other survivors were deeply offput by your behavior, the way you would act, the exaggerated movements, and the constant bad jokes that made everyone groan.

Well, all but one you supposed.

The old man, the one who was always sulking in corners, hands by his sides. He was always fiddling with his fingers, it was quite annoying if you were going to be honest.

007n7 was his name. He was weird. Probably weirder than you were…

Nah. Definitely not.

But you absolutely loved him. His pathetic behavior was what had drawn you to him. The others thought it was quite a strange pairing, but hey! You two actually went quite well together.

One thing that you couldn’t figure out; was touch.

You would always gently tap his shoulder, or like touch your pinky to his, by you never really go any further than that.

007n7 however, always seemed to try and get some PDA. Being a single dad for years made him yearn for touch, and possibly it would be a bit too much.

One round, you had been distracting Mafioso, by being quite loud, and leading him away from the others, but soon that decision came to bite you in the ass.

You were put into a corner, Mafioso walking towards you, sword in his hand. He had a wicked smile on his face, his steps making zero noise. “Y’know…I love knocking out teeth.” He said, a bright white flash emitting off his teeth as his grin grew, and he picked the sword up, and went to swing at you.

You went to block it, but the back of your shirt was grabbed, and you were teleported away, from the mafia boss.

To say you were shocked was an understatement, but it didn’t last long, as you knew who had saved you from being killed.

You turn your head, and see the pathetic man you love standing there, rubbing the heel of his shoe into the dirt. “I..hope I wasn’t too late.” He said, looking up at you, his eyes peeking over the top of his pink glasses.

You couldn’t help but giggle, turning on your heel and throwing your arms around his neck. “Seveeeen!~” You say, dragging out the e while saying his name.

You couldn’t help but giggle, the touch only lasting a few seconds, pulling away from the warmth of your boyfriend.

007n7 looked a bit flustered, cheeks red from the sudden contact, eyes wide and blinking fast.

Clearing his throat, he pulled at his shirt collar, the sole of his shoes digging into the dirt. He was red in the face, looking between you and the ground, unsure of what exactly he should say to you.

After a couple minutes of silence, he looked back up, watching you peek from beside the wall, looking for Mafioso, or his annoying goons who always gave out your location.

You watch, and listen, before turning on your heels to face him, smiling widely with your hands behind your back. “I think we’re going to be in the clear for awhile hehehe..” You move over to the far side of the wall, and plop down on the ground, humming to yourself as you watch the timer slowly tick down.

007n7 watched you, eyes following your every move. Slowly, he took a seat next to you, hands in his lap as he stared down at his shoes.

He kept his eyes on your hand, watching how your fingers brushed through the grass like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

The tune you were humming sounded like something out of an old cartoon, one of those weird, kinda creepy ones that probably wouldn’t even be allowed now. Still, he couldn’t look away. You were actually calm for once, which was rare. Usually, you were all over the place, full of energy like you could never run out.

It got quiet, and the silence pulled him out of whatever love-struck daze he was in. You were staring down, so he followed your gaze, and that’s when he noticed it. His hand was resting over yours, thumb slowly brushing against your skin without him even thinking about it.

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t move at all, actually. He couldn’t see your face, and for a second, it made him a little nervous. Without really thinking, he lifted his other arm and pulled you closer, your side pressing against his.

He leaned in just a bit, burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. You always smelled sweet, like candy or something, and it was one of those little things about you he liked way more than he’d ever admit.

Meanwhile, you were completely frozen. Eyes wide, face burning, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might give you away. You swallowed, trying to figure out what you were even supposed to do.

Then....yeah. A small, embarrassing squeak slipped out when he pressed a soft kiss against your neck, slowly trailing down toward your shoulder.

He immediately laughed.

Not loud, but enough. A quiet snort as he hid his face between your neck and shoulder again, clearly way too amused with himself.

Your face got even hotter, and you shut your eyes, pouting. “What are you laughing at, chuckles?” you muttered, already knowing how this looked but still feeling called out.

He just shook his head, still smiling. “Nothing,” he said, voice softer now. “Just… kinda funny how someone who’s always so touchy gets this flustered when it’s the other way around.”

He leaned over your shoulder, trying to catch your expression.

You grumbled and lightly elbowed him, which only made him laugh again. Before you could protest, he pulled you fully into his lap, holding you there like it was the most natural thing ever.

You shot him a glare, but it didn’t really land. Not when he was looking at you like that, grinning like he’d just won something.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and yeah, that definitely didn’t help. Another embarrassed noise slipped out of you.

He was enjoying this way too much. You could tell.

And honestly? He probably wasn’t ever going to let you forget it.

But… you didn’t really mind.

He was cute. And somehow, that always made it impossible to stay mad at him.

[viivianxb]

ohh uhh-- hello!! I really enjoy your fanfiction! I love your writing. I just wanted to ask if there will be a third part to "Drowning in Silence"? English is not my fluent language, so I apologize if it reads strangely.

Answering this question

Hi hi! I understand you all want to know if there will be a third part, and I finally have the time to answer this question. I am not sure if it will be continued, it mostly depends on whether or not the Forsaken community gets better, and if its still as popular as it has been before. I enjoyed writing for Forsaken, but like I said, the continuation of Drowning in Silence depends on the fandom and the community. I am mostly writing for Ninjago now, which includes x Readers, and possibly my own oc. My requests are closed for a bit so I can catch up on the other drafts that I have started and never finished. I really hope this answers your question, and I'm so sorry that I took so long to answer.

Thank you all so much for the support and for all of the love. I never knew that my writing would make you all so happy, and it genuinely makes me happy to know how much you all like it. I am writing some new asks/requests right now, and I'm hoping they will be posted in the next week or so. Love, Your lovely Author❤︎

[dream4drift]

Drabble i thought of after i deleted my original one

So uhhh i have yet again a character based reader from a YouTube video

Who tho you may ask?

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"my name is [READER] sparkle, and for the past 33 days I've been stuck in a time loop repeating the 23rd of march, i don't know what caused the loop to start nor how to stop it, I'm hoping I'll find a way soon"

_ [READER]

You're absolutely correct! Reader takes twilight's place in the vid, diary of a time looper on YouTube

In this ver however the reader is like a hybrid instead of an actual horse, having horse ears, a unicorn horn, wings and hooves in their legs along with the cutie mark in whatever place you want, color palette is up to your interpretation!

Sooo what's the plot? [READER] gets forsakened after two years and eleven days of being stuck in said time loop right after they lost all hope and started to go insane, at first they're absolutely glad they're no longer in a time loop! I mean, forsaken is kinda a loop of surviving and dying but hey at least not everything is the exact same thing! Until they realize the other survivors DO NOT FW THEM IN THE SLIGHTEST.

why? Their presence is a little too otherworldly for them to handle with a little side of the spectre manipulating their thoughts into thinking the reader is dangerous and should not not be approached

So yea reader is still left alone now, it got to a point where they can just strike a conversation with a killer just fine and better than any other survivor

And despite the ignoring they got, they don't want to leave the forsaken realm and go back to that time loop every again, but god it hurts to be ignored so much

And slowly but surely, the reader slowly stops helping, what's the point when no one wants you around in the first place?

And this change of course doesn't escape the admins eyes as they confront the reader and a massive 1vs10 argument had started

And knowing the reader is based on twilight sparkle then she'll argue back like she's debating and end it, then left to their cabin. At this moment the spectre's effect is hone and they realized they Fucked up

After a while of this the reader suddenly dissapeared, they became an invisible spectator, no longer a part of the realm but at the same time you're still in it, just like you wanted. Now you can rest peacefully with the acceptance and relief

The survivors on the other hand are guilty, dead scared of what happened to their banished teammate, the cabin is still here, theories about their escape or sweet relief of death circles around but none of them were convincing enough

And I'd like to think one of them discovered their diary when they were still in the time loop, reading every page, noticing how every day the writing becomes less and less readable and that only increases the guilt and concern level, as they pushed away a person who desperately wanted something different to happen.

Ok that's enough writing, inspo and credits for the ignored/hated au belongs to @viivianxb and their drowning in silence series, pls read it it's peak❤️‍🩹

Art ref soon, i hope

[galaxytomato]

requesting to brush through betrayed 1x's hair bc i think it'd be nice and cozy,,,

Based on a post from @viivianxb

[viivianxb]

Guys. IM

IM SQUEALING!!

My friend drew oc x canon art work of my Ninjago oc and Lloyd smooching, and I am so freaking in love with it

LIKE LOOK AT THIS GUYS. OMG. I NEED MORE ART. MOORRREEE I LOVE DRAWINGS OF MY OCS

[viivianxb]

hello! could I please request some headcanons for the ninja (separately) with an s/o who is a regular civilian? I believe having a partner who has a normal life in comparison to their chaotic ones would be quite the contrast. If possible gender neutral, take your time and thanks :)

♡“Love your crazy”♡

Various Ninja x Civilian!Gn!Reader!

Characters featured: Lloyd, Cole, Kai, Zane, Jay

Authors note: TYSM FOR ASKING! I absolutely love this ask lol, my first one too, I hope this turns out amazing!

Lloyd

• Being the green ninja was already quite hard, but with you being a regular civilian?

• He full on overprotective mode with you

• Lloyd trusts that you won’t get hurt, but he doesn’t know how to not worry about you

• Though sometimes, he likes that your a normal person

• With your normal life, and his chaotic, green ninja business, he likes the contrast between you two

• He actually able to sit down with you, cuddle and watch cringey movies without getting scolded by his uncle

• He loves his family, don’t get him wrong, but they can all be overkill when it comes to you two

• Kai constantly makes jokes, some were mostly inappropriate, and they always made Lloyd’s cheeks turn bright red

• Whenever he’s not insanely busy, he comes over and just hangs out with you.

• He loves spending quality time with you, even just 20 minutes could make him happy for the rest of the day

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The living room had slowly transformed into a soft, blanket-filled fortress, one you’d very proudly engineered. Pillows were stacked at just the right angles, the throws arranged in a way that definitely wasn’t overthought, and the buttery scent of fresh popcorn floated lazily through the air.

You were just about to declare your creation perfect when-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You jumped, spinning toward the window only to see a familiar flash of green and tousled blonde waiting outside. A grin tugged at your lips as you crossed the room and slid the window open.

“Breaking and entering again?” You teased. “You know I could charge you for this.”

“Unfortunately, I’m broke,” Lloyd replied as he slipped inside, setting a small bag of snacks onto the coffee table. “But I can pay in charm.”

“Hmm… we’ll see if it’s enough,” You said, pretending to examine him.

He didn’t give you time to think it over. An arm curved around your waist, tugging you close as he buried his face into your neck with a soft hum. “…I missed you,” He mumbled.

“You literally saw me earlier today,” You laughed, your fingers moving through his messy golden hair.

“Doesn’t matter. Still missed you,” He insisted, lifting his head just enough to smirk at you.

“Well, you’re clingy.”

“And you love it.”

…Okay, he had you there.

You pressed a playful kiss to the top of his head, deliberately ruffling his hair. “Now you look like you lost a fight with a fan.”

A faint blush spread across his face, the tips of his ears warming to a soft pink. “Hey, it took me forever to fix that.”

“Good. Means you’ll stay here longer,” You replied sweetly as you took his hand and tugged him toward the couch.

He laughed, kicking off his shoes before flopping down beside you. “You planned this entire night, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. I’m a professional romantic genius,” You said, sliding beneath the blankets and scooting closer. “Move. You’re stealing all the warmth.”

“I am the warmth.” He wrapped his arm around you anyway, his hand, slightly cold, sneaking under your shirt to rest against your stomach.

You jumped, laughing. “Lloyd! Your hands are freezing!”

“Good. Now you can’t leave,” He teased, his thumb tracing slow circles over your skin.

“You’re evil.”

“And you’re still not moving,” He pointed out.

You grabbed the remote with your free hand and switched through the options until you found the movie. As soon as the screen lit up, you snagged a fistful of popcorn and popped it into your mouth.

Every so often, you leaned over and fed a piece to him too, just to watch his annoyed-but-amused reaction.

“Are you gonna watch the movie,” He asked, “or just stare at me all night?”

“I could multitask,” You replied, smirking. “But you’re a better view.”

His cheeks flushed again as a soft laugh slipped out of him. He lowered his head, resting his cheek atop yours. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as your quiet giggles filled the room.

How had he managed to end up with you? Someone so effortlessly warm, playful, stubborn, and sweet, a normal person who somehow made his chaotic world feel calm.

Yeah…

He was definitely the lucky one.

His sunshine.

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Cole

• Another to worry about your safety

• He knows you can take care of yourself, but he still worry’s about you getting kidnapped or hurt

• Cole sometimes cooks with you, and gets some tips on what to do to better his cooking

• Has almost burnt your kitchen down a few…several times

• Stood there with a guilty expression as you get a rag and wipe his face off while gently scolding him

• No longer allowed to cook unless supervised

• He likes to go on coffee dates, he enjoys those smaller dates, the ones where you can do anything and be happy with each others company.

• While on a date, he had gotten attacked by a geese

• When he heard you laughing, he was sure he had fallen in love with you all over again

• He introduced you to Rocky, and was pleasantly surprised to see Rocky nuzzle straight up to you like a puppy

• Rocky plays favorites, he barely lets Cole love on him like he lets you

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It was chilly out today, the air sharp and crisp, each puff of your breath turning to mist as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. You stayed close together, shoulders nearly brushing as you talked and laughed on your way to the cozy coffee shop just down the street.

“…And then we caught Jay practicing his lines in front of the mirror,” Cole said, breaking into laughter. “Dude was pointing at himself like he was about to go on a date with his own reflection.”

You snorted, quickly covering your mouth as you leaned into him. “Oh, my first Spinjitzu master,” You teased, shaking your head. “I can only imagine how dramatic he was being.”

Cole glanced down at you, his grin widening. “He went bright red when he saw us. Almost as red as Kai’s gi,” He added, clearly enjoying the memory. “I even got a picture.”

He started to reach for his phone, but you caught his wrist, smiling sweetly. “Show me later, hon. I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared to have coffee shoot out my nose again.”

He laughed, a low, warm sound in his chest, and leaned down to nuzzle into your hair. “Yeah… that was kind of traumatic,” He admitted with a smile just as the familiar coffee shop came into view.

When you reached the door, Cole stepped ahead and pulled it open for you. You walked inside, immediately wrapped in warmth and the comforting scent of coffee.

You looked back at him, amused, as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Wow… such a gentleman,” You teased.

“What can I say?” He replied, stepping in behind you. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

He leaned down just slightly and winked. You laughed and gently smacked his bicep, which only made him grin wider. In response, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” You murmured.

“Good,” He replied without missing a beat. “Because you’re completely obsessed with me.”

“Oh, please,” You scoffed playfully, but your smile gave you away.

He rested his forehead briefly against yours, his expression softening. Truthfully, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere without you. Your laughter, your warmth, the way you made even normal moments feel lighter… it meant everything to him.

And judging by the way you stole one more quick kiss from his lips before letting go.

Yeah. The feeling was mutual.

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Kai

• 100% shows off his moves to impress you

• He doesn’t mind that your a civilian, as long as you have enough common sense not to do some dumb shit, he’s chill

• Takes workout photos in his Gi just to send them to you with full confidence

• Kai enjoys being cuddled up to you though, whenever your cold, he just heats himself up and lays down with you on his chest

• Because of Nya, he knows how to do hair, so he’ll will style your hair for you sometimes when you’re getting ready to go on a date or if your going out

• I can imagine this man calling you teasing nicknames, like cringey ones, just to watch your face when he does

• Surprisingly really sweet when it comes to comforting moments, he tones down the confidence and his ego just for you

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Your apartment felt like the inside of a freezer. The heater had given up on surviving the winter, and the repair guy wouldn’t be around for a few days. So there you were, huddled in your bed like a shivering burrito, buried under what was probably every blanket you owned.

The doorknob turned slowly. The door cracked open just enough for Kai’s unmistakable spiky brown hair to poke through. His eyes landed on you, specifically on the pathetic blanket mountain trembling on the bed, and a slow, smug smile spread across his face.

He stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him.

“Cold?” he asked, eyebrow raised, voice dripping with amusement.

You shot him a frosty glare… well, as frosty as anyone could be while visibly vibrating from the cold. “S-shut up!” You snapped, though your chattering teeth kind of ruined the effect.

Kai burst into loud laughter. “Y’know, I could hear your teeth from the hallway.”

“Get out.”

“Mm, no,” He said far too cheerfully as he climbed onto your bed. He shoved blankets aside despite your very dramatic protests.

“HEY!! those are MINE-“

“Not anymore.” He slid under the covers, ignoring your offended squawk as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest. A wave of heat radiated from him immediately, unfairly warm, smugly warm, annoyingly warm.

You melted. Instantly.

“Mmm… that’s nice…” You sighed, relaxing against him, cheek pressed to his chest. Your whole body eased as if his warmth had seeped directly into your bones.

Kai chuckled, pleased with himself. Then, with zero warning, his warm hands slipped under your shirt and pressed against your icy skin.

You yelped. He smirked.

“Better?” He asked innocently, way too innocently.

You glared up at him from where your face was mushed into his chest. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yeah,” He agreed, grin widening, “warming up my favorite ice cube.”

You groaned. “You’re not leaving. Ever. You live here now. Congratulations.”

Kai laughed so hard his body shook beneath you. “Yeah? I move in and suddenly you forget you insulted me two seconds ago?”

You poked his side. “I’m cold. I’m allowed to be sassy.”

“‘Sassy,’ huh?” He teased, leaning in until his nose brushed your hair. “Funny. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

“You’re dramatic.”

He snorted, burying his face in your hair as he hugged you even closer. “Whatever you say, babe.”

You could feel him smiling against your scalp, and despite your sass, you couldn’t help smiling too.

After all, if your heater refused to do its job…

At least your boyfriend made one hell of a replacement.

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Zane

• He takes care of you quite a bit tbh

• Whenever he goes away on missions, he makes little gift baskets for you, filled with treats and food he made for you to enjoy

• Watching tv with him is meh, since he laughs at sad movies, if you know the reference you’re amazing

• When going on dates, he likes to take you on library dates, or to go to historical museums/sites

• You have cute little book dates as well! Where you both cuddle up to each other and read books while next to each other, your head on his shoulder and his right hand on your knee

• Whenever you kiss him, you can hear his fans turning on, his cheeks turning a pale shade of blue each time you do

• Zane likes to show affection through smaller gestures, like buying your favorite book, fixing something for you, or just sitting with you in silence will do.

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You and Zane stood side by side in the kitchen, prepping dinner together. He had insisted on making homemade chicken pasta tonight, complete with a rich tomato sauce simmering softly on the stove. You flipped through the recipe book, reading aloud the steps and measurements while he handled the stove with calm precision.

Reaching down, you pulled open one of the drawers and fished out what you thought was the right measuring spoon. You scooped some seasoning from a small jar, tapping the edge lightly so the excess fell back in.

Before you could add it, a cool hand gently circled your wrist.

You looked up to find Zane’s bright cyan eyes flicking between your spoon and the recipe, his expression soft but amused.

“That is the wrong spoon,” He said gently, stepping closer. He pointed to the open book. “It calls for a pinch. That is the smallest one.”

Heat crept up your cheeks. “Ah..sorry,” You mumbled, quickly dumping the seasoning back into the jar and grabbing the right spoon this time.

Zane hummed, reaching up to pat your head with a small smile. “There is nothing to apologize for. Everyone makes small mistakes.”

His touch lingered for a second, soft, reassuring, before he returned to stirring the chicken with practiced motions.

Once you added the proper measurement into the sauce and stirred (very slowly, because the last thing you needed was spaghetti sauce on the walls), Zane reached for a clean spoon. He dipped it into the sauce and lifted the small portion toward you.

“Please taste it,” He said, a hopeful twinkle in his usually calm eyes.

You leaned in, tasting the sauce, and your eyes widened instantly. “Holy crap! That’s amazing!” You bounced on your toes, unable to contain the little excited wiggle in your body.

Zane’s lips pulled into a warm smile, the edges softening his normally neutral features. “I am pleased to hear that,” he said, pouring the sauce into the pasta and chicken.

Your happiness buzzed so strongly that you leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to his cool steel cheek. The metal warmed faintly under your lips.

Zane blinked, the blue on his cheeks glowing brighter. “Oh,” He murmured, eyebrows lifting slightly. “A reward kiss?”

“Mhm.” You smiled, grabbing plates from the cabinet. “For being the cutest chef ever.”

He stood behind you for a moment, watching you with such tenderness that you felt it on your back. Then, quietly, almost shyly, he leaned forward and pressed a single, soft kiss to your temple.

“Then here is your reward as well,” He said, voice warm as melted sugar.

Your face went bright red.

And Zane? He wore that tiny, proud smile all the way until dinner was served.

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Jay

• The most famous original crash out

• Full of sassy remarks, but gets flustered the moment you say something back

• Every time you touch, or kiss, or just hold his hands his hair gets all staticky, little lighting bolts flickering in his hair

• His cheeks are always red when around you

• He gets so flustered around you, he stutters around you quite a bit

• Jay loves to have video game dates with you

• Rambles on and on about his inventions, and he swears he falls in love with you even more because of how intently you listen to him speak

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Today was one of those perfect lazy days, the kind where you and your boyfriend were curled up together with no plans, no responsibilities, and no reason to be anywhere but right there. Jay sat beside you on the couch, practically vibrating with excitement as he launched into a passionate ramble about a train he’d recently discovered.

“It’s called a steam locomotive! One of the oldest trains ever invented!” His hands flew wildly as he spoke, fingers carving shapes in the air, his blue eyes wide and sparkling. Tiny sparks of lightning flickered through his hair with every burst of enthusiasm.

You sat cross-legged next to him, hands resting gently in your lap, watching him with warm curiosity. Every word, every animated gesture, every excited breath, your chest softened more and more.

Eventually, Jay paused to inhale, and when he finally glanced your way, he froze. His cheeks went bright crimson, hair fluffing up even more as electricity crackled lightly through it.

He looked like a startled, blushing lightning bolt.

You couldn’t help laughing softly before laying your hand over his. “Keep going, Sparky,” You said with a grin, eyes full of affection.

Jay stiffened like he’d been struck by an actual bolt. He tore his gaze down to his lap, face glowing red. “I-I mean… it’s not that interesting. You don’t have to listen to- I mean- it’s probably boring-“

You cut him off by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He went completely still. If his eyes got any wider, they probably would’ve fallen right out of his face.

When you pulled away, Jay looked like someone had unplugged him and plugged him back in backwards. You giggled softly, brushing a few wild strands of hair out of his face.

“I like listening to you,” You whispered. “Really. Keep going.”

Jay shivered under your touch, leaning into your hand before letting out a hopeless, adoring sigh. “O-Okay… if you insist,” He murmured, still flushed as he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

You snuggled into him, resting your head against his shoulder. The moment he felt you settle, he started rambling again, softer this time, but still just as passionate, voice warm and bright.

And you listened, genuinely happy, because hearing him talk about something he loved made your heart feel full.

Jay wasn’t just excited about trains.

He was excited that you cared.

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Author notes: I hope you liked it! I tried my best to make it as accurate as possible lol

[viivianxb]

IMPORTANT

Hi everyone! I hope you all have had an amazing day!

I am writing this to let you all know, that I will not be writing for forsaken anymore. The drama going on is really really bad, and it sucks to see the game go south this badly.

If the drama gets resolved, and the game gets better, I might go back to writing for it, but that’s if it happens.

But for now, no more Forsaken writing.

BUT

But

I have a new Fandom I will be writing for!

NINJAGO!

I will be writing for Ninjago for now on, it’s been my favorite show since I was little, and I barely see any fanfics on here for it!

Please send requests for it, I need some ideas desperately!

[viivianxb]

hello I really really like the green theming of your blog it’s very pretty

uhm may i request a 1x1 x gn!reader fluff, and since touch-starved seems to be a trend here, a touch starved 1x? it’s fine if not, thank you ^_^

✿"A test huh?"✿

1x1 x Gn!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Touched starved 1x, lots of cuteness, use of he/him for 1x1, definitely out of character

Author note: Tysmm for requestingg! I'm so glad someone requested for 1x, hes one of my favs beside Elliot lol

The mansion was the same as always, echoing with chaos and life despite the constant gloom that hung over it.

Somewhere upstairs, the shrill voice of C00lkidd rang out, followed by Bluudud’s exasperated shout. They were at it again, C00lkidd relentlessly pestering the older one to play something stupid while Bluudud swore under his breath, refusing to give in.

You sat in the living area, book in hand, your legs thrown over the arm of the couch as you lazily flipped through the pages. The low hum of the mansion filled the air: faint footsteps, muffled laughter from another hall, the sound of wind dragging against the cracked windows.

Across the room, John sat motionless in one of the armchairs, his corrupted arm twitching now and then as if it had a mind of its own. On the floor beside him, Guest 666 had already given up on consciousness, stretched out and snoring softly, their massive hands serving as a pillow.

It was, for once, peaceful.

Until the front doors slammed open.

The sound cracked through the quiet like a gunshot, making you flinch, your fingers gripping the book tighter. You didn’t even have to look up, you knew that heavy, cold aura anywhere.

Metal clanged across the marble floor.

1x1x1x1 stormed in, shoulders tense, expression unreadable beneath the faint glow of his eyes. His gaze immediately locked on John and Sixer, the corners of his mouth twisting into something close to a snarl.

“Leave.” His voice came out low, controlled, yet the venom in it was unmistakable.

John blinked slowly, face blank as he rose to his feet. His corrupted arm dragged behind him with a scraping sound as he wordlessly exited the room.

Sixer cracked one eye open, growled deep in his throat, then reluctantly stood, stretching his back like a bored predator before stalking away.

Once the two were gone, the room fell into an uneasy silence again.

You looked up from your book, head tilting slightly as you met his gaze. “…Something wrong?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just stood there, arms crossed, his shadow falling over you. His glare softened, barely, but enough for you to notice.

“I didn’t tell you to move.” His tone was sharp again when you tried to sit up.

You froze halfway through the motion, brows raising. “Okay, fine. I won’t move.” You set the book down beside you and leaned back, watching him carefully. “Now, are you going to tell me why you’re acting like an angry storm cloud, or are we just gonna play the staring game?”

A faint huff escaped him, more of a grunt than a sigh. He shifted his stance, one hand gripping the back of the couch, the other pressing against the cushion near your side.

You blinked as he loomed closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “...Are you-?”

“Quiet.”

You went quiet.

Then, to your utter confusion, he leaned forward until your back hit the couch cushions. His hand pressed gently, but firmly, against your chest, keeping you still.

“1x1x1x1?” You asked carefully, watching him as he hesitated, then, almost awkwardly, lowered himself onto you. His head rested against your chest, rigid and uncomfortable, like someone who wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

“...What are you doing?” You asked after a long, stunned moment.

He didn’t look at you. His glare was now aimed at the wall, like it had personally offended him. “I heard one of the weaklings say that physical touch is supposed to be… comforting.” The words came out begrudgingly, like he hated admitting it. “I am testing the validity of that claim.”

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “So, this is… a test?”

“Do not mock me.”

“I’m not,” You said softly, your hand hovering for a moment before resting gently atop his head. His hair was softer than you expected, fine strands slipping through your fingers. “You just don’t seem like the… cuddling type.”

He stiffened at your touch, muscles tensing beneath his coat. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, but instead, he exhaled, the sound more like a controlled hiss.

“You talk too much.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” You murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his scalp. “But you’re not exactly making this easy to ignore. You just threw yourself onto me out of nowhere.”

He didn’t answer, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly ease, like ice melting into warmth. His head shifted slightly, pressing closer against you, almost instinctively.

Your other hand moved to his neck, thumb brushing along the edge of his collar. “Better?” You asked quietly.

He grumbled something incoherent into your shirt, which you took as a yes.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence. The sound of his breathing evened out, his arms slowly wrapping around your waist as if he’d finally accepted that he was, in fact, being held.

You smiled faintly, brushing your fingers through his hair again, amused at how utterly content he looked now.

He must’ve felt your chest move as you chuckled, because his eyes cracked open, glowing faintly. “Quit moving,” He muttered, grip tightening around your waist.

“My bad,” you teased lightly. “It’s just-” You paused, tilting your head to look at him, “-you’re kind of adorable like this.”

That earned you a low growl. He turned his face away, muttering, “Shut up before I reconsider this experiment.”

You hummed a soft laugh, letting the moment settle between you. “Sure thing, professor.”

His only response was another quiet grumble as he buried his face deeper against your chest.

You kept running your fingers through his hair, gentle and unhurried. The mansion was quiet again, only the sound of his steady breathing filling the space.

And for all his bluster, all his fury and pride, 1x1x1x1 stayed there, melting under your touch.

You could definitely get used to this side of him.

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it

[viivianxb]

This is probably weird but may I request a platonic human reader x mafioso (+ his goons) maybe as a hurt/comfort with a hint of crack and from their pov

For background reader somehow gets dumped into Robloxia(? Is that right?) and meets mafioso and his goons pre-forsaken and kinda gets adopted into the “family”

Cut to a few years later post-forsaken, the mob boss and his goons have been stuck in the realm for awhile now and really miss their “little” sweetpea (robloxians are short compared to humans, reader is at least twice their size). Reader eventually gets forsakened and is put on the survivors side so when mafioso and the goons finally see them again in a round it’s this moment of “omg our baby! we missed you!” then “wtf why are you here, actually” and horrific realization of “oh god, you’re a survivor.” After the round they break into the survivor camp to check up on reader and make up for lost time (as well as nag at and intimidate the other survivors to make sure reader is well taken care of). Chance is the only one who knows what’s up because he may or may have not been forced to play babysitter as a means of paying off part of his debt, everyone else is trying to do the math on how the hell this giant creature is related to mafioso lol.

(Sorry if this is too weird)

♡ "Wrong team Sweetpea" ♡

Mafioso + his goons x adopted Human!Reader

Authors note: I hope you like this, this one definitely took some time, but hopefully you enjoyed it.

Tags: Strictly platonic, family dynamic, nickname usage, mafia boss and his goons going soft for their adopted human

Being adopted by the mafia wasn’t exactly on your to-do list. Yet somehow, you were living it.

You sat at the massive dinner table, hands resting stiffly in your lap, your reflection faintly rippling across the polished marble surface. The glow of the chandelier above scattered soft light across the plates, and the smell of herbs, oil, and faint woodsmoke hung in the air, heavy, warm, and familiar.

You didn’t even realize you’d spaced out until a sharp cough cut through the silence.

Your head snapped up.

Soldier was staring right at you, one eyebrow raised, his fork tapping against the table. “You zoned out again, sweetpea.” He pointed the fork like a blade. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

Heat rushed to your face. “Ah— no, not really.” You nudged your fork side to side, pretending the motion could erase the awkwardness.

Caporegime leaned back in his chair, eyeing you from near the head of the table. “Kid’s quiet tonight. That’s not normal.”

Mafioso didn’t answer right away. He simply lifted his mug, took a slow sip, and set it down with quiet precision. His expression was unreadable beneath the brim of his fedora, eyes shadowed and steady.

Across from you, Consigliere and Contractee exchanged a silent glance. The former gave a small shrug, as though to say let it be, before turning back to his meal.

Finally, Mafioso spoke, his tone low, smooth, and commanding without force. “You should eat before it gets cold.”

You nodded quickly and stabbed your fork into a bit of pasta, trying not to look like a deer caught in headlights.

Soldier leaned back, crossing his arms. “You sure you’re good, kid? You’ve been starin’ holes through that table like it owes you money.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” Caporegime asked, prying as usual.

You hesitated. “…How I even ended up here, I guess.”

Contractee gave a quiet hum, his voice calm and steady. “That’s fair. Not everyone wakes up one day and joins a mob family.”

“We didn’t even wake up one day and join a mob family,” Caporegime muttered.

Consigliere sighed. “Professional conversation, gentlemen.”

“Gentlemen?” Caporegime grinned. “Where?”

You couldn’t help it, a small laugh escaped you before you could smother it behind your hand.

Mafioso noticed. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That’s better,” He said softly. “You look better smiling.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… thanks?”

Soldier snorted. “Boss goin’ soft, huh?”

Mafioso didn’t even glance at him. “I can make you soft if you keep talkin’, Soldier.”

Caporegime nearly choked on his drink. Laughter rippled through the table, real laughter, warm and familiar, the kind that made your chest ache in the best way.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like home.

That was years ago. A memory that haunted you every time you looked at the framed picture hanging in the Sonnelino mansion, the one with all of them standing beside you.

Then one day, they were gone. No trace, no sign, no goodbye. Just gone.

You’d searched, waited, hoped, until the waiting turned into grief.

You sat on the plush couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tears blurred your vision as you clutched the picture to your chest. “Oh gods… please,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I need you guys. I miss you…”

Sleep came heavy and unkind, pulling you under mid-sob.

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The tap on your shoulder dragged you back to consciousness.

You swatted at the hand and groaned, rolling onto your side, only for panic to surge when you realized you weren’t on your couch anymore.

The floor beneath you was hardwood. The air smelled of pine and dust. And when you looked up, you were surrounded.

“Whoa! Easy there, kiddo,” Said the man kneeling beside you. He had messy curls, feathered wings on the sides of his head, and a shirt that read Blame John. “You okay?”

You could barely breathe. Panic clawed its way up your chest.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, hey.... easy. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

You glanced around. More figures stood nearby, each stranger than the last.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked, voice softer now.

“…Y/n,” You whispered. “Who… are you?”

He smiled faintly, standing and extending a hand. “Shedletsky.”

You hesitated, then took his hand, rising slowly. He blinked up at you, jaw slack. “Holy, you’re tall.”

A wrench hit the back of his head. “Watch your mouth, bird,” A gruff voice scolded.

You turned to see a short man with grey hair tied loosely back. His tone was calm, his expression tired. “Builderman. Or Builder, if you prefer.”

Names followed, Guest, Two time, Elliot, Chance, Taph, Noob, Dusekkar, and 007n7. They explained the world, the rounds, the killers. And the more they spoke, the more dread filled your stomach.

When the tall clock against the wall chimed, everyone went still. You didn’t need to ask why. You knew what was coming.

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Time blurred. Rounds came and went. You lost track of days. Maybe weeks.

The killers always found you first.

You’d grown used to fear, used to pain, until the day a blade pressed cold against your neck, stopping you dead beside a generator.

“Now…” A gravelly voice said behind you. “Step away. Slowly.”

Your breath caught. You knew that voice. But that couldn’t be.

You obeyed, hands trembling as you stood.

“Turn around,” The man said.

You braced for death, eyes squeezed shut and then froze when silence met you instead.

Slowly, you opened your eyes.

The sword clattered to the ground.

There he stood.

Mafioso.

And behind him, Soldier, Caporegime, Consigliere, Contractee. All of them. Just as you remembered, only older, sharper, and touched by something darker.

Mafioso removed his hat, his expression softening. “...Hey, sweetpea.”

Tears welled instantly. Your hand reached for him before you could think, fingers brushing his arm. Solid, warm, real.

“You’re… not fake?” Your voice cracked. “You’re really here?”

He nodded slowly, a faint smile ghosting across his lips, but before he could speak again, Soldier threw his arms around you.

“Sweetpea! You’re actually here!” Soldier’s voice broke mid-laugh, pulling you into a crushing embrace. The others joined, murmuring your name, their voices overlapping in disbelief and relief.

For a moment, it was everything again, warmth, laughter, home. Until reality crept in.

Contractee stepped back first, face pale. “Wait. How are they even here? They’re… they’re not one of us.”

Mafioso’s gaze hardened, his jaw tight. “They’re a survivor.”

The others went still. Soldier’s arms fell away. Caporegime’s tone turned sharp. “But why them?!”

Mafioso’s silence said enough. The others began to murmur, angry, conflicted, torn between loyalty and instinct.

Then, Mafioso raised a hand. The noise stopped.

His dark eyes fixed on you, not cruel, not kind, just knowing. “We won’t kill you,” He said, voice soft but heavy as thunder. “Not yet.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “What?”

He stepped closer, lifting your chin gently with a gloved hand. His eyes were unreadable, but there was a hint of fondness buried beneath the steel. “We’ll leave you for last,” He said quietly. “Just to see you again. One more time, before the end.”

The others exchanged looks, grim, resigned, but none objected.

Mafioso’s hand lingered at your chin for a heartbeat longer before he drew back, slipping his hat on with slow, deliberate care. The brim shadowed his eyes again, but his voice softened when he spoke.

“Looks like your time’s almost up, sweetpea,” He murmured, glancing toward the flickering timer in the distance, only ten seconds left, each beep echoing through the fog. “Seems the round’s about to end.”

You turned, seeing it too, the sky around you starting to fracture with light. Your throat tightened. “I… I don’t want to go.”

He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried both warmth and inevitability. “You’ll see us again soon.”

Soldier grinned, though his voice wavered. “You will, sweetpea. Don’t think you’re gettin’ rid of us that easy.”

Caporegime rolled his eyes, trying to hide the softness in his tone. “We’ll miss you, kid. Try not to make us wait too long next time.”

Consigliere adjusted his gloves with calm precision. “Stay out of trouble, Y/n. Or at least… try to.”

Contractee gave you a quiet nod. “Promise us you’ll stay safe.”

Your eyes burned as you looked at each of them, their faces, their voices, the warmth in their words. “I will,” You whispered. “I'll miss you.."

Mafioso was last to speak, his tone low but steady, like a vow. “We will miss you too Sweetpea, we will never leave you again. Not now.. not ever."

The timer hit zero.

A flash of white light enveloped you, weightless, soundless, and when your eyes opened again, you were standing in the cabin. The air was still, the fire crackling quietly in the background.

You touched your chest, half expecting to wake up from a dream… but you could still feel the warmth of Soldier’s hug, the ghost of Mafioso’s gloved hand beneath your chin.

Outside, the storm rumbled faintly in the endless dark. And though they were gone, you smiled, a soft, tearful smile.

Because they hadn’t forgotten you. And you knew they never would.

[viivianxb]

Hiii I love your writing so much it’s so peak bro keep writing also hopefully your taking care of yourself and taking breaks , can you do one of two time falling in love but just doesn’t know how to express it but kinda does it in the worst way possible if you know what im saying

𖦹"How not to flirt 101"𖦹

Two Time x Gn!Reader

Summery: Two time has feelings for you, and ends up telling you in the creepiest way possible

Tags: Fluff, awkwardness, Two time being creepy in a weird loving way, a tiny bit chaotic

Authors note: This was accidentally posted, I was planning on posting this next Wednesday😭

Two Time knew this feeling. It was faint at first, a flicker of something they had buried long ago, something they swore they would never feel again. Love. Or something that dared to imitate it.

They had believed that part of them died with Azure. The Spawn had taken, and taken, and taken, yet now, it seemed to give. A second chance. A strange twist of fate.

And who, you may ask, had caught the cultist’s fractured heart?

You, of course.

Two Time had been watching you for some time now, not in a malicious way, at least not intentionally. They studied your every move, the way you fought, the way you ran, the way your voice trembled when fear brushed your throat. It fascinated them. You fascinated them.

Tonight, during a round, that fascination deepened into something almost reverent.

You had just juked C00lkidd, heart pounding, lungs burning. The killer’s glitching laughter faded into the distance as you ducked into a corner of the map, collapsing against the cracked wall. The darkness around you hummed quietly, a silence only this forsaken world could carry.

You drew in shaky breaths, scanning for a med kit. Nothing. Not even a single one spawned nearby. Your shoulders slumped as exhaustion crept in, and you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut.

That’s when you felt it.

A soft, warm breeze against your cheek.

But there shouldn’t be a breeze here.

Your eyes snapped open, and you came face to face with Two Time.

You yelped, nearly jumping out of your skin. “Jesus Christ, Two Time! You scared me to death!”

The cultist only smiled, kneeling before you like some dark angel summoned by your fear. “Ah... my apologies, dearest,” They murmured. Their voice was velvet-smooth, carrying the kind of warmth that felt almost wrong in a place like this.

Your hand pressed to your chest, trying to calm your heart. “Warn a person next time,” You muttered, grimacing as pain flared in your side. The wound was still bleeding badly, staining your shirt dark.

Two Time tilted their head, eyes flicking down to the injury. Without a word, they reached behind them, retrieving a med kit. They set it on the ground and slid it toward you, the corners of their mouth twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile, and wasn’t quite not.

“You are injured,” They said softly. “Please, take this.”

You blinked. Of all the things you expected from them, kindness wasn’t one of them.

“...Oh. Uh-... thank you, Two Time,” You said quietly, lifting the med kit into your lap. You snapped the latches open and pulled out the bandages.

Two Time stayed perfectly still as you worked. Perfectly still, except for the faint flick of their tail and the rise and fall of their chest. Their gaze never left you.

It should’ve been unnerving. And it was. But under that heavy stare, there was something… almost shy. Their cheeks were faintly pink beneath the flickering light, eyes half-lidded as they watched you wind the bandages around your ribs.

When you were finished, you let out a soft breath of relief. “Much better…” you murmured, glancing up. “Thanks again, I-”

But you froze when you saw the look on their face.

Two Time’s smile widened, their tone eerily calm. “The Spawn says we are destined for each other,” They said, as if reciting scripture. “It sent you just for me… a second chance.”

You stared at them. Wide-eyed. Speechless.

“Uh… that’s a little creepy,” you said, voice shaking with a nervous laugh.

Two Time only chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound. “Creepy? Perhaps. But fate rarely feels comfortable, does it?”

Before you could respond, they leaned in closer, one hand resting on your knee. Their breath brushed against your skin, warm and steady despite the chill in the air.

“I will pray to the Spawn tonight,” They whispered. “And thank it… for sending me such an extraordinary gift.”

Your mouth opened and closed uselessly, your brain short-circuiting as their words sank in. You couldn’t decide if you were flattered or deeply concerned. Probably both.

Two Time pulled away just as easily as they had approached, standing smoothly, brushing imaginary dust from their coat. That unnervingly gentle smile still lingered on their lips.

“Stay alive, my dearest,” They said, voice soft but certain. “I shall see you when the round ends.”

They waved, actually waved, and disappeared back into the shadows, tail swaying behind them.

You sat there, staring at the empty space where they’d been.

Your face was burning.

“What the hell was that?” You whispered to no one, pressing a palm over your mouth.

You stayed there for the rest of the round, dazed, your thoughts looping endlessly between confusion, embarrassment... and something you really didn’t want to name.

Even after the round ended, you were still sitting in that same corner, replaying their words.

A second chance…?

You sighed, hiding your face in your hands. “Yeah, right.”

But despite yourself, your lips curved into a small, bewildered smile.

I hope this is good! I tried my best to get it done, I had to rewrite it twice but I think it turned out decent.

[viivianxb]

Oh! Can I ask for a headcanon for survivors x seamstress!reader? Like they're the reason why they have these cool skins and could also be there to patch up the other survivors clothes when they're damaged!

˚𐙚 "Tailored for survival" 𐙚˚

Forsaken survivors x Seamstress!Reader headcannons

Characters: Chance, Elliot, Two Time, 007n7 and Noob

Tags: Cuteness, these are headcannons btw, so they might not be too accurate

Chance♡

~ Chance would definitely flirt with you while you worked on fixing their costumes, just to try and wait for you to get frustrated with him

~ When he gets a tear in his clothes, he acts dramatic. He definitely runs to you with a pout, and holding the torn clothing up to you, asking you to fix it while on his knees

~ He loves your handiwork, always complimenting your work, leaning on the bench, with his head in his hands

~ He calls you his “little miracle worker" every time you fix their fancy suit jackets

~ Will 100% wear anything you make him with confidence, and definitely brags about you to the others

~ I can't lie and say that he more likely, somehow, someway, got hit with your measuring tape, right in the knee, because he was messing with your things while flirting.

~ He’d be crying inside while one hand clutched their knee

~ Bro would do their best to keep their smug act up, so they can impress you with how strong he is

Elliot.ᐟ

~ He always greets you with a smile when he drops by your sewing station. "You working hard again?"

~ He's surprisingly careful with his clothes. Not because hes cautious, but because he doesn't want to "make extra work" for you, despite it literally being your job. Still, when he does get a tear, he brings it to you sheepishly. "Guess I wasn't watching where I was going again.."

~ Whenever your deep in focus, he says small words of encouragement to you. "That's looking really good" or "You've got a steady hand huh?" He means every word too

~ He's always the first to notice if your over working yourself. "You've been at this for a while." He'll say, gently sliding a piece of pizza towards you, and setting a glass of water down too. "Take a break, yeah?"

~ He loves how you make everything personal and made for the person, how the colors match the person

Two Time₊⊹

~ Two time always sits silently, always nearby as you fix up their costumes, staring with a weird intensity

~ You once stitched the spawn symbol on their sleeve, and they couldn't stop looking at it for hours

~ Sometimes they offer you strange "Gifts" they found during rounds, pieces of fabrics, and small trinkets, insisting they'd make perfect additions to your creations

~ sometimes, you'll try and teach them small sewing tricks, and they'll listen intently, watching every gesture, and sometimes mimicking your movements in silence

~ They once tried to put the spawn symbol on your apron, as a small gift from the spawn, but it ended up looking more unsettling then like a sweet gesture

007n7⋆

~ He's always a little hesitant to approach you, worried he'll bother you, but somehow he ends up lingering nearby, fiddling with his hands nervously

~ When he brings you his clothes, or pieces of fabric, he mumbles quietly. "I..I thought you might be able to fix these." He lets out a sigh of relief when you agree

~ He tries his best to help you in small ways, like holding the scissors for you, handing over pins, but often fumbles, and gently correct him. He always ends up blushing and apologizing, but does enjoy being "apart of the process".

~ If he notices you looking tired or tense, he'll bring over a small cup of water, muttering. "You shouldn't overwork yourself...please."

~ Sometimes, he'll share stories about C00lkidd to you while you're working, often smiling at the memories he shared with you

Noob◡̈

~ Noob at first, tiptoes around your corner, afraid they might mess something up or bother you

~ Their slow to warm up to you, but once they see your calm, gentle approach, they begins to relax more around you

~Whenever you make something a little more extra, or like an accessory, they sit there in awe, looking at the item, and back at you. "Y-you...really made this for me?" They whisper, barely above a breath

~ They are 100% blushes when you compliment them whenever they wear the clothing you make them, rubbing a hand against their neck. "I-it..looks good because you made it.." They stammer softly

Authors note: I hope this is what you wanted, I'm going to do it in separate parts, because it's currently 12 am rn, and I don't want to rush through it

[viivianxb]

Can we please get part two of the angst fic where the survivors ignore us (dawg what did we do </3)

➷"Drowning in silence"➷

Forsaken x hated Gn!Reader

Tags: Angst, yelling, death, blood

Heres part 1.

Authors Note: I was kinda winging it on this one lol, I have 3 requests to do, and I'm working on one rn, anyways, this is part 2 of "Drowning in Silence"

A round had started. And as always, dread coiled in your chest like a snake.

Every round was the same. panic, fear, and the inevitable moment you’d die first while your so-called teammates stood around doing absolutely nothing. You were tired of it. Tired of being the easy target, the expendable one.

Your boots made no sound as you moved through the fog-choked landscape, eyes darting to every shadow that moved. The sky above was its usual black void, moonless and cold, the air thick with static. You spotted a generator nearby. its casing dented, faint sparks crackling along the exposed wiring.

Kneeling beside it, you pried open the panel with trembling hands. The familiar metallic scent hit you as you started working. Red to red, blue to blue. Your focus sharpened, your heartbeat syncing with the soft hum of energy flickering to life.

Every click of wire made you flinch. Every creak in the distance sent your pulse racing. You didn’t even know who the killer was this time, and honestly, you didn’t want to find out. It didn’t matter who it was. They always found you first. Always laughed when you screamed for help no one gave.

The thought made your jaw tighten. You could feel that heavy, bitter anger building in your chest again. What did you even do to deserve this? You barely knew any of them. Yet somehow, they all treated you like you were something to despise.

Even 007n7, the quiet hacker who burned houses and workplaces down to ash just for fun, wasn’t as hated as you.

A sharp scream echoed across the dark. Your head snapped up, the sound clawing its way down your spine. Someone was close.

You finished reconnecting the last wire, the generator humming alive in a low rumble. Wiping your grimy hands on your pants, you hesitated before following the sound. Curiosity, or maybe something meaner, pushed you forward.

You rounded the corner just in time to see him. Elliot.

He stumbled through the darkness, bleeding badly, clutching at his side as crimson soaked through his shirt. His visor flickered with static, his steps uneven. The sight made your stomach twist.

His eyes met yours, wide and desperate. For the first time, there was no arrogance there. Just fear. A silent plea.

He took a few steps toward you, mouth parting like he was about to say something, but the words never came.

A blade tore through his chest.

The sound, wet, sharp, final-cut through the air as he collapsed, gasping, choking on his own blood. His hand reached toward you, trembling, shaking. His visor slipped down as his vision blurred, his voice a hoarse whisper you couldn’t make out.

And still… you didn’t move.

You just watched.

Then, quietly, you turned and walked away.

Elliot’s outstretched hand fell limp against the dirt. The killer yanked the sword free without hesitation, leaving him motionless as the world around him went dark.

It hurt. God, it hurt to walk away. But you couldn’t help him. Not after all the times he’d walked past you like you weren’t even there. Not after all the times he’d let you die alone.

The image of his eyes, wide, confused, betrayed, burned in your mind, but you pushed it down and kept going. The minutes dragged on, silence pressing against your ears until the faint chime announced the round’s end.

You’d survived. For the first time in ages, you’d actually made it to the end.

When your vision cleared, the world reformed into the main cabin. Warm light flickered from the fire, washing over familiar faces. You exhaled, ready to just walk out and disappear to your own cabin.

But you didn’t get the chance.

A rough hand grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

You turned sharply, glare meeting Shedletsky’s furious expression. His jaw was tight, his wings puffed out in anger as he jabbed a finger at your chest.

“Are you out of your mind?!” He snapped, his voice booming through the cabin. “You left Elliot to die! Who in their right mind does that?!”

The outburst made everyone stop talking. The air thickened.

You blinked at him, the shock fading slowly into something colder. A small, humorless smile tugged at your lips as you pushed his hand away. “Why exactly should I have helped him?” You asked, voice calm but razor-sharp. “Go ahead. Enlighten me.”

Shedletsky’s face darkened, his wings flaring wider. “Because he’s the healer! He’s your teammate! You’re supposed to help each other survive-”

You laughed. It wasn’t out of joy, it was hollow, broken. “Teammates?” You echoed, your tone dripping with disbelief. “When have any of you treated me like one?”

He froze.

Your voice rose, finally cracking through the cabin’s tense silence. “How many times have I begged for help, begged for anyone, just to be ignored and left to die?! How many times did you all stand there while the killer gutted me like it meant nothing?!”

The room went still.

Shedletsky flinched, his wings lowering slightly. You could see guilt flicker behind his eyes, but it was too late. Way too late.

You stepped closer, trembling from the effort to hold yourself together. “I have no reason to help any of you,” You said through clenched teeth. “From the moment I got here, all you’ve done is treat me like I don’t exist. Like I’m a burden. What the hell did I even do wrong? Just-exist?!”

Your voice cracked on the last word.

No one answered.

They all just stared, some with shame, others looking anywhere but at you. Elliot, sitting near the fire now, stared at you with wide eyes, his hands shaking. He didn’t even try to defend himself.

The silence stretched, suffocating. Your shoulders slowly sagged, the anger draining out of you until all that was left was exhaustion.

“…There was no reason,” You whispered. “You all just decided to hate me for no reason.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You shoved past Shedletsky and left, the door slamming behind you with a heavy echo that lingered in the stunned quiet.

Inside, no one moved.

Elliot stared into the flames, visor set aside, the reflection of the fire dancing in his hollow eyes. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, stained faintly red. Chance flipped his coin over and over, the metallic clink the only sound in the room.

Shedletsky sat at the table with Builderman and Guest 1337, his wings drooping, guilt carving deep lines into his expression. None of them spoke. There was nothing left to say.

They’d all heard the truth, and they knew it.

They’d broken something they couldn’t fix.

And maybe, someday, they could earn your forgiveness. But tonight, sitting in the heavy silence of that firelit cabin, they all realized the same bitter truth.

They’d already lost you.

I hope this is good for a part two, let me know if you want more parts, if you want to forgive them, or if you want them to suffer!

Edit: I keep finding grammar mistakes😭

[viivianxb]

Hiii, I really don't know how to properly request but I will try my best! Is it ok to ask for some Noli x GN!Reader fluff? Both of them are touch starved since they haven't seen the other for a while, reader is a survivor, so the moment they get put on the same round Noli goes his way out to find his beloved for a make out session, full of praises and cuddles in some random part of the map, far away from the other survivors... all I want for is this guy to kiss me till I can't breathe anymore 🙏

Love your works btw, specially the 7n7 ones<3

"Wrapped Up in You.☆"

Noli x Gn!Reader

Tags: Fluff, makeout session, kissing, lots of romance, kinda suggestive in a way

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────

A new round had begun. The air was thick with static and echoes of distant screams, the broken world around you bathed in its usual dim, flickering glow. Noli was already irritated, though irritation wasn’t new for him, it was almost like a hum under his skin. He craved something, but it wasn’t blood, or screams, or even chaos. His fingers twitched at his sides as his boots dragged across the ruined ground, kicking the limp body of Chance out of his way with an unbothered nudge. A distorted, glitched sigh escaped from him, rippling the space around him.

He lifted his head with a low grunt, scanning the ruins for movement. The remnants of a tall wall, crumbling and half-eaten by static, caught his eye, and so did the flash of a familiar jacket slipping behind it.

That was all it took.

A smirk crawled across Noli’s face, sharp and almost electric. Excitement buzzed through his frame, his glitches sparking brighter as he let out a hiss of static. Then, like a bad jump scare, he simply wasn’t where he had been a second ago.

With a ripple of distortion, Noli teleported, materializing above the jagged rock you’d ducked behind. His shadow draped over you, his head tilted and resting lazily in his hands as he stared down at you like a predator finally finding its favorite meal.

“H3y7 c-cUt13~” He purred, the drawn-out “E” glitching just enough to raise the hairs on your arms. His sudden appearance nearly made you leap out of your skin.

You spun around at the sound, heart hammering, eyes darting for the source, only to look up and see him hovering smugly above you. Your expression flattened instantly.

“That wasn’t funny… my heart legit dropped to my ass, Noli.” You scowled, narrowing your eyes.

He found your reaction hilarious. His laugh was sharp but warm, distorted static cutting between each note of amusement. Slowly, he floated down until his boots touched the fractured ground, reaching out without hesitation to grab your hand. His fingers were cool but firm as he tugged you closer.

“A-awWw, p0oR tH1ng c@n’7-t h4nD1E a l1tT-tl3 sC-c@r3?” He teased, his voice buzzing with glitchy undertones. The fingers of his other hand, surprisingly gentle, cupped your cheek and tilted your face toward his.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. You were fighting hard against the instinct to melt into his touch, an instinct that only grew stronger when his thumb traced a slow, steady line over your skin.

“Shut up…” You mumbled, heat rising in your cheeks.

Noli chuckled lowly at your embarrassment, his grin widening as he tilted your chin a little more to make you look at him.

“D@w, m7-y bAd…” He crooned, bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. That mischievous glint in his eyes was a clear warning, he was about to do something. “H-H0w c0U-Ou1d I-1 3veR r3p4-Ay y0u?” He asked, voice dropping lower, stepping closer until your back brushed the cracked wall behind you.

His gaze flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, that wicked smile stretching even wider.

You groaned softly, trying to keep up your attitude, but it slipped the moment he slid a hand to the back of your head and tugged you into a kiss.

It was rough, yes, but not bad. Never bad. You were used to Noli’s kind of kiss: overwhelming, like he wanted to consume every part of you but couldn’t bring himself to hurt you.

Your hands found their way around his neck, fingers toying with the edge of his hood, rubbing the fabric between them.

Noli wanted more. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, the bite making you gasp quietly, though you didn’t pull back. His tongue dragged slowly along it, practically asking for permission.

With a sigh, you opened your mouth just slightly, and he wasted no time. His tongue slid against yours, eager and almost desperate, tangling with yours and claiming every inch of your mouth like it was his territory.

If anyone walked past, they’d hear the ragged sound of your breathing, both of you gasping softly, and would likely assume something else entirely.

The kiss deepened, became slower, almost languid, until the two of you finally pulled back, lips swollen and breaths unsteady. Neither of you spoke at first.

Noli’s forehead rested against yours, his hands still tangled around your waist. For a moment, he didn’t look like the killer everyone feared. He just looked…like Noli.

He let out a soft, glitched sigh and lowered his head, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped fully around your waist now, holding you there.

The action stunned you. Noli was always the one to initiate kisses, even teasing touches, but this, this soft clinging, this quiet vulnerability? You’d never seen him start it before.

His breath tickled the hair at your neck as his body pressed closer, glitches dimming until his form felt almost steady. You rested your chin lightly on his shoulder, sinking down to the ground with him still holding you, both of you drawing into each other like magnets.

Your hands slid over the top of his hood in slow strokes, almost like petting him. He didn’t seem to mind, if anything, his body relaxed more under your touch, his glitches softening to faint flickers.

You shifted slightly to try and catch his expression, but his face remained buried against your neck. He drew in a deep breath before letting it out in a low tremor, shoulders slumping as he finally pulled back enough to look at you.

One of his hands came up again to cup your cheek. This time you leaned into it fully, nuzzling his palm and covering the back of his hand with your own.

His smile at that moment was genuine. Not sharp, not teasing, just... real.

“Y0u…h4vE n0 id3a wh@T-t y0U-Ou M3an t0-o m3,” He murmured. His voice was softer now, the glitches almost gone, words clearer than they’d been all round.

Your heart fluttered at the sound. Smiling faintly, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, then his temple, then his jaw. “I missed you, Noli,” you whispered, your voice a quiet tremor of relief at having him back in your arms.

He hummed lowly, nodding. “I-i m1sS3d yOu t0o-o…” He admitted, a faint purple blush flickering under his skin when your lips brushed his face again. He was drowning in your affection, and for once, he didn’t even try to fight it.

The two of you sat together, curled against each other. Your head rested on his chest now, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, his face buried into your hair as though he could anchor himself there forever.

The round would end soon, you both knew it. But for now, Noli had no intention of letting go. Occasionally, with a flick of his fingers, he sent out a hallucination to nearby survivors just to keep appearances, to avoid 1x1x1x1’s wrath. But his focus stayed entirely on you.

Right now, all that existed to him was your touch, your scent, your kiss. That was enough.

He loved you. Nothing would change that.

Unless you betray him, and hurt him. That is when it'll change. :)

(I hope you like this! I had a bit of writers block, but I managed to get this out!)

[viivianxb]

Could you do a 007n7 one where the reader is really touch starved but refuses to admit it or ask for help with it? But then they make contact with 007n7 and practically melt right there and then?

" `♡Finally held♡` "

007n7 x touch starved!GN!Reader

(YES!! I absolutely love this idea, thank you so so much for asking this! I hope it's to your liking!)

Tags: Fluffy, maybe a lil angsty, i wrote this in a rush, so it might not be amazing lol

The cabin felt colder than usual tonight, its corners heavy with shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. Survivors clustered together near the fireplace, trading hushed laughter and whispered stories, their voices overlapping into a warm hum. You sat apart, pressed into a wooden bench against the far wall, feigning comfort in solitude.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to join them. You did. Badly. But every time the thought of stepping closer arose, your chest tightened, and something inside you whispered that it wasn’t worth the risk. Better to sit alone than to admit what you really wanted, what you really needed.

A touch. A hand. Something small to remind you that you weren’t invisible.

But that wasn’t something you could ask for. Not here. Not from anyone.

The air shifted slightly, and you glanced up just as 007n7 hesitated in the doorway. His shoulders hunched in that familiar way, as if he was trying to fold himself into the shadows, unnoticed. He scanned the room once, his gaze flicking toward the laughter by the fire before settling, almost shyly, on you.

He lingered, uncertain. For a moment you thought he might leave, but then, with a soft breath, he padded across the cabin and stopped at your side.

You tilted your head, trying to mask your surprise. “...Hey.”

His reply was quiet, nearly swallowed by the fire’s crackle. “...Is this seat taken?”

You shook your head, and he sat, careful and tentative, leaving just enough space that you could feel the warmth radiating off him but not quite touching. For a while, silence stretched between you. It was comfortable, almost, though you caught yourself fidgeting, tapping your thumb against your thigh, biting back the restless need that gnawed at you.

Then it happened. The smallest thing.

His shoulder brushed against yours. Barely, just the faintest graze, like he hadn’t meant to. But the contact sent heat rushing through you, every nerve alight. It was ridiculous, how quickly you almost melted, how badly your body wanted to lean into that sliver of warmth and stay there forever.

You froze, terrified he might notice. But before you could pull back, he did something unexpected.

He didn’t move away.

In fact, his hand shifted slightly, close enough that his knuckles brushed against your sleeve. His touch was featherlight, testing, as though he was just as unsure as you were. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his cheeks tinted pink.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, almost trembling, like he was afraid to overstep.

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. You swallowed, forcing yourself to answer without giving away too much. “...Yeah, I’m fine.”

But your voice cracked just enough to betray you.

He noticed. Of course he did. His hand lingered for a beat longer, then pulled back slightly, hesitation written in every movement. “Sorry,” He mumbled, gaze darting toward the floor. “I didn’t mean to… um… bother you.”

Panic flared, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned back into him, just enough that your shoulders touched again, deliberate this time. You caught the way his eyes widened, the way he blinked fast like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

“It’s not bothering me,” You murmured, barely above a whisper.

A silence followed, but it wasn’t empty. It was warm, fragile, like something precious you weren’t sure you should touch but couldn’t resist. He shifted, letting himself rest a little closer, though the pink on his face deepened.

“You… really don’t mind?” He asked, his tone carrying that mix of timid curiosity and gentle care that was so distinctly him.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “No. Not at all.”

Something softened in his expression, his usual shyness wrapped around with a flicker of relief. Slowly, so slowly, it was like he was afraid you might vanish, he let his head rest lightly against yours. The touch was tentative, sweet, and careful.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, tension melting from your body like snow under fire. For the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel hollow.

Neither of you spoke after that. You just sat there, shoulder to shoulder, head against head, letting the silence say everything you couldn’t.

And for once, you didn’t feel the need to ask.

Because he’d already given you what you couldn’t admit you needed.