#just because they are the least threatening thing in nevada

[ilovefakemilitarymen]

Deal with the Devil

Professor!John Price x Student!Reader (Part 1)

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A/N: Originally posted this to AO3 and then decided to start a Tumblr account for some COD x readers and headcanons. So, if any body is interested, my requests will be open for the next couple of weeks till I hit about 10-15 or maybe more if this gets a lot of love. I’ll be posting a list of who I’ll write for later today. Enjoy!

Word Count: ~3.4k

CW: Inappropriate Teacher/Student relationship///This part is pretty tame, it’s the later parts you have to worry about but each will have their own warnings attached.

The truth was as simple as this: You were failing History.

Terribly at that, and it would take an act from whichever god would take pity on you to get your grade above the F you were currently sporting on your most recent report card. You were determined to get at least a C by the time the next report card came around, just so you wouldn’t have to take the same damn class for another semester.

The second truth was not as simple: Your teacher was as hot as the sun in the Nevada desert during the summer solstice.

He was a man that played by the rules, teaching tough love in the form of not giving a shit when you didn’t turn a paper in on time. His rules were strict, and so was his grading system. Professor Price was going to be the death of your college career. That didn’t keep you from eyeing the way he moved during the lecture, and it didn’t help that he was the type to make eye contact with each of his students to make sure they were paying attention, forcing you to keep your eyes off of his body and on his face for the entire hour that he spent lecturing the class on the different wars that had plagued the earth.

Despite failing, you had to admit his class was one you had looked forward to. However, it's not because you had a love for history, it’s to ogle the man that taught you. You should probably feel bad, but you didn’t. You couldn’t focus when he wore the furthest thing from educational wear, usually sporting a simple tee that fit him a little bit too well and either a pair of dress pants or coming in what looked like uniform pants that you could only guess were from his earlier days in the military. He had never talked about his days before becoming a professor, but you could about guess it was something that kept him fit by the way his muscles threatened to shred his thin shirt.

However, none of this could explain why you were now leaning over his desk, trying to bribe him into taking the paper you had tried to turn in late.

Price leans back in his chair in the front of the class, hitting his pen against his hand and taking in every word you had whispered to him, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible.

“Isn’t there any way you can take the paper?” Your hands press heavily against the edge of his desk. There aren't many times that you had come up to him instead of it being the other way around. He was continuously trying to get you to turn your work in on time, but lo and behold, it seems that his prodding had gone in one ear and out the other.

“No,” He speaks sternly, and you can’t help the way your shoulders drop at his words.

“But-” You begin again, but he cuts you off before you can even say anything else.

“You should have turned it in,” He shrugs, his more nonchalant attitude coming out in his words. You knew he didn’t give a shit if you failed but you wished he would at least take some pity on you. “I told you multiple times when it was due, and you ignored it.” His eyes shone with mischief, and you knew he was a man that had seen a lot worse than a student practically on her knees, begging for a second chance.

“I promise it won’t happen again, sir” You tacked on the last bit, trying to play into the small power trip he has, but it does nothing. “Just give me one more chance.”

“And I’m supposed to trust that?” His words aren’t harsh when they come out of his mouth, just stern, “You had multiple chances to turn that paper in on time, so your irresponsibility doesn’t seem like it’s my problem.” He leans back up on his desk as he speaks, nodding towards the small folder in your hand.

You had worked all night trying to get this paper written, staying up damn near the sunrise just to get it to him on time, only to realize the due date was yesterday when you had moved to turn it in.

Your words come out with not much thought from you, but the smirk on his face spurs you on, “Just this once, please. I’ll do anything, sir.”

You hadn’t realized how much trouble your words would get you into just yet.

Price leans back in his chair again, continuing to fiddle with his pen as he gives you a small chuckle. It’s barely there but you hear it and his words come shortly after, “Anything?” You give him a small nod at his words, “You know what they say about making deals with the devil?”

“No…” You breathe out slightly at his words and they imply something, but you’re not quite sure. You can’t help but look down at his arms. There’s no way he’s implying what you think he’s implying, but you don’t stop your mind from wandering.

“Then I guess we don’t have a deal,” He leans back up moving to begin grading papers again, “You’ll just have to accept the grade you earned.” He doesn’t give you another look, instead his pen moves against the paper as he tries his best to ignore your presence.

“Wait- What do they say, about making deals with the devil?” You continue to lean on his desk, voice low. “I’d sell my soul for a good grade in this class, sir. I’m begging.”

“You’d sell your soul, would you?” His face turns towards you, a small smirk playing at his lips, and you have to admit he looks god-damn attractive like that, about a foot or so between the two of you. You can only nod, eyes glancing down at his hands once again.

You don’t care if he’s just some creep wanting you to suck him off in the back closet once for him to take your late paper, and you also don’t admit to yourself that you would probably do it if he offered, good grade or not. He’s the hottest thing you’ve laid your eyes on in years and a heat pools in your abdomen at the thought of it.

“I don’t know about your soul, but we might be able to make another deal.” His words are low as he speaks, his face turning back to his papers, and his pen moves, marking little details in the margin of the paper.

“Anything, I’d do anything…” Your words trail off, waiting to hear whatever he has to say.

He nods, taking in your words before he moves to put his hands under his chin. There’s a devious smile under his mutton chops, and when he finally speaks, it’s not what you really expected him to say. “I want you to be my personal errand girl for the rest of the semester.” He takes in your reaction, eyes on your face for a reaction, “That means you’ll grade papers for me, fetch me coffee, and do whatever else I need you to do.” Your shoulders slump slightly, and you can’t believe you had fully expected him to tell you he’d be bending you over his desk for a passing grade. Your eyes don’t catch the way his lips had darted out to wet his lips at the words, ‘anything else’. “And in return, I’ll give you a passing grade, but if you fail to do so, I won’t hesitate to fail you.”

“Is that all? I can manage that.” You say confidently. You can be his personal lap dog for the rest of the semester. It really didn’t seem all that bad.

“Oh, I don’t think you understand the full extent of what I’m asking,” You watch his face as he speaks, “But if you’re willing, then we have a deal.” He raises his hand to you, intending to shake on the agreement.

“What?” You say a little bit snarky, “I get you coffee when you ask for it, and you say jump and I ask how high?” You reach your hand out, placing your palm in his. The calluses against his palm scratch against your soft one.

“Something like that,” He speaks as he shakes your hand, and you don’t realize that one handshake will be your unraveling. “We’ll discuss the details after class. For now, get back to your seat and let me finish grading these papers.”

“Of course,” You nod eagerly, placing the folder on his desk before turning to make your way back to your own seat, and he turns back down, moving through the papers with grace, marking along the pages at the right and wrong information.

Professor Price has always been a little bit of a wildcard, but you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you finally get back to your seat. You’re not sure what you had actually got yourself into, but you swear to yourself not to screw up the chance he’s given you. The work in front of you is completed rather quickly, which is lucky considering you can’t focus through class and have to rely solely on the reading. You can’t help it that the sheer circumference of the man's arms get more attention from you than the words he speaks. It would be nice if your slight infatuation with him would garner you some way to get information from his words instead of turning your brain into a pile of mush.

Your gaze moves up to him, and you catch his eyes on you. He gives you a small smirk, and you can tell he’s quite pleased to have you agree to his little deal, and you can’t help but feel slightly flustered from the unwarranted attention. He’s probably just excited to get some of his workload off of him.

Your eyes stay turned to him, even after he looks away, and you know you shouldn’t stare, but you can’t really help yourself. Your work is finished in front of you, so taking a break from the reading to watch him grade his papers shouldn’t hurt.

His arms are lean, and his muscles seem to flex each time he raises his arm to flick his pen against one of the papers. Your mind flows back into wondering just what it was he had done before deciding to become a professor. Despite it being in the past, he definitely continues to work out since there’s no way he’s keeping a physique like that just lounging around the house all day.

“Something on your mind?” His voice comes out, tearing you out of your thoughts and you look up, realizing he had caught your eyes on him.

You decide to say fuck it, and shoot, asking him the question you had wondered for the last couple of weeks, “What did you do before you were a professor, sir?” Your question garners a few looks from the other students in class, their eyes turning to him, probably wondering the same thing.

“Well,” He lays his pen down before he speaks, “I’ve had quite the career,” His voice carries through the classroom, looking at you before turning his gaze to the other students. “I served in the military for many years, fought in several wars, but,” His eyes are on you again, “Now I’m here teaching the next generation.”

You nod to him, turning your attention to the textbook in front of you but the voice of another student pries you away from it, “Explains the drill sergeant attitude.” It’s followed by a small laugh. Price just shrugs, not really disagreeing with him.

Price finally dismisses the class moments later, slightly early, but you do your best to lag behind, gathering your things in your bag, and throwing it over your shoulder as the last student filters out. You move to walk to his desk, knowing he’d want to talk to you about your little ‘agreement’. Price is also packing up his things, stuffing papers into a folder before he pushes it into what looks like a laptop bag.

His eyes pull towards yours, and you watch as he lays a heavy hand down on his desk, “First things first, I expect you to be at my beck and call whenever I need you,” He pulls the bag over his shoulder as he speaks.

“Yes sir,” You speak, nodding at him. Your hands play with each other nervously.

“If I ask you to fetch me coffee, you do so. If I need you to grade papers for me, you do so.” He speaks and you continue to nod to him.

He continues, “Good, secondly, I’ll need you to keep my schedule organized,” He hands you a small planner, and you come to realize this is going to be a little more time-consuming than you had expected. “You’ll be responsible for making sure I’m on time, whether it’s a class, a meeting, or any other obligations.” He studies you as he speaks, “Lastly, I expect you to be discreet about our agreement. I don’t do this for any other student, so no one needs to know about this. If anyone asks, you’re simply helping me with some extra work. If it gets out, I won’t think twice about failing you.” He watches you as you nod to his requests, but you can’t help the itch at the back of your brain. “Is that clear?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” You speak, eyes resting on his, “Helping you with extra work?”

“Yes, that is one way to put it.” He smirks slightly, “And you’re not to question my authority or disobey my orders.” He leaves the air open for a moment, gauging your reaction to his words, “Understood?”

The way he speaks, just in his simple tone, makes a heat pool between your legs, but you have to pull yourself out of your thoughts. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s his military nature. You’re sure he had a high rank, his commanding presence sure to make anybody weak in the knees.

“Yes sir,” I speak, my words a lot lower than I had meant. It feels like a big secret, something shared with you and you alone. You can’t help that it makes you excited.

“Is there anything else you’d like to clear up,” He speaks before he adds, “You seem a little distracted.” His words are low, but you have to push the feeling that rises in you down. He’s your professor, he’s just trying to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“This just feels a little more secretive than I was expecting.” Your words tumble out of their own accord.

“Our agreement is a little less...conventional than most,” He gives you a small smile, innocent in nature, but you can’t help but get excited. It is something that only you and he share. “I don’t offer extra credit for anyone else, and we wouldn’t want to make any other student jealous, would we?” You shake your head at his question. “Plus, I think you’re up for the challenge, aren’t you?”

You can feel your heart rate pick up, “Yes sir.”

“Now, I expect you to keep me on schedule,” He taps on the planner resting in your hands, and you nod at him eagerly. “And if you do a good job, I’ll reward you with some extra credit.”

You nod to him again, hoping you don’t come off as too excited, “I’ll do my best, sir.”

“I’m sure you will,” He moves around the desk, “You can go ahead and head out for today, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You adjust the bag on your shoulder, moving to put his planner in as you head out of the classroom. You can feel his eyes on you as you leave, and it leaves you with a feeling of excitement and anticipation. You had never expected him to give in and offer you extra credit. It’s definitely going to be a lot of hard work on your part but you’re practically buzzing at the idea of being able to do these things for him in exchange for a better grade. You’re willing to do what it takes to get through this in one piece, and hopefully not have to take another history class in the next semester.

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That night, you finally open up his planner, eyes roaming over all the things he does in his day. You look across the margins where he has small dates and times in place, and various meetings are strewn across the pages. To put it simply, the entire planner is a damn mess. No wonder he had asked you to keep up with it. Just looking at it would give any normal human a headache.

You scoff, pulling out your own planner that admittedly doesn’t get much use. At least you can use the thing you had spent an ungodly amount of money on during this agreement. You look through the pages of his planner, transferring whatever information you could get into a better format into your own planner.

Along one of the pages, you find what seems to be his personal phone number. You quickly put it into your phone, making a mental note to give him a call in the morning. He probably already knows about the class, but you don’t want to disappoint, so you decide to tell him every time he has something to do, including the regularly scheduled things that are probably muscle memory to him at this point.

There’s a meeting about an hour after his first class, and then another evening class around 3. It shouldn’t be too hard to just let him know after class that he has a meeting to attend. You close the planners, putting the both of them into your bag before cutting the small desk lamp off and heading to bed.

The alarm blares loudly the next morning, pulling you out of your sleep, and within moments, you shoot up, remembering your deal with Professor Price. Your hand reaches around for your phone, finding it half stuck under some pillows. You cut the alarm off before moving to your contacts, taking a deep breath, finding his name, and pressing call.

Your nerves are on edge from the simple task of waking him up. The entire thing is now reeling in your head. What if he hadn’t wanted you to call him?

His voice is groggy when he finally picks up the phone, laced with sleep and it sends a jolt directly between your legs, “Hello?” He sounds slightly confused.

You cut to the chase fairly quickly, “It’s (y/n), found your number in your planner and thought you might want to know you have a class in an hour.” You hold your breath afterward, hoping that this is exactly what he had wanted from you.

“Right, right.” His voice comes heavy through the receiver, and you barely hear him mumble something that sounds a lot like ‘smart girl’ before he’s back to speaking to you again, “Thank you, I’ll be there on time.” He huffs a small chuckle now, and it sets your skin ablaze from the roughness of his early morning voice, “You’re proving to be quite useful already.”

It’s ridiculous what his small praise does to you, and you know that if he was there with you, you would have to keep yourself from falling to pieces, but he’s not, and you’re alone in your small solo dorm. You have free reign to lay your head back on the pillow and bask in his voice.

“Glad to be of service, sir.” Your voice comes out lower than you had wanted, but fuck, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You follow it with a light laugh.

“You’re going to be a very valuable asset to me,” You keen at the praise, and he continues to speak. “I’ll see you in class.” He finishes and the phone line goes dead. You let it rest against your chest and curse yourself.

This is gonna be a hell of a lot harder if he keeps praising you like that.

#cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #smut #call of duty smut #call of duty fanfic #John Price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x reader smut

[mur-art]

While you read to me from the riot act way on high, high / Clutching a crisp New Testament, breathing fire, fire / Will you save me the fake benevolence, I don't have time / I'm just too far gone for a-tellin', lost my pride,

I don't mind being lonely, so leave me alone

Oh, you're acting all holy / Me, I'm just full of holes

Holy- Frightened Rabbit

This song reminds me so much of their relationship, at least my interpretation of it.

More under the cut:

(Feat. my favorite Nevada fanon trait; nuclear testing scars on his arms)

Some of my HCs about Nevada and Utah:

-I see them being brothers-- as close to actual family as you can get in the wttt-verse.

-Utah was absolutely sheltered and coddled as a kid (baby state?) and basically molded into what his people wanted him to be. Nevada, in contrast, was neglected and shunned once he showed signs of being... different. He became kind of a scapegoat for kid!Utah's bad behaviors; with Utah's guardians blaming him for being a bad influence instead of "perfect" Utah.

-They've had their ups and downs over the years. In the past, it was mostly downs. Lately they've been working on healing their relationship.

-Religion, worldview, and overall lifestyle, of course, have tradionally the biggest sources of conflict for them. Since all of those are fundamentally super important things, it's been tough to overcome their differences.

-HOWEVER, they are both more alike than they care to admit. Utah has a wild, reckless side which Nevada can bring out and Nevada is a great uncle to Utah's kids. He's more than the Fun Uncle who lets the kids gamble in Battleship; he would literally kill/die for those kids. (more literally than Utah likes to admit)

-Family game night is one of the ways they're trying to build their relationship. Utah will threaten to ban Nevada but he never follows through, because he ultimately enjoys Nevada's presence.

-In summary, they're growing together. They're fundamentally different, but they're trying not to let their differences get in the way of getting along.

Other songs that remind me of them;

Brother- Kodaline

Playing With Fire- Brandon Flowers

To the Desert- Branches

Half Broke Horse- Eileen Jewell

Terrible Thing / Cody- The Killers

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttt nevada #wttt utah #wttt fanart #mur art #welcome to the statehouse

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

I'm just thinking about the idea of power and what it means to everyone. I think it's fair to say that most characters on the dsmp want power, to some extent, be it physical or political—and I think the main reason for that is simply so that they can protect themselves from those who are more powerful. Which creates one big power-struggle domino effect.

For example, the reason Tubbo threatened Quackity with nukes was because he was scared of how powerful Las Nevadas was becoming, and what that meant for his own nation and loved ones. But Quackity only sought out that kind of authority in the first place so that he would never again have to experience the likes of Schlatt, Techno, or Dream kicking him into the dirt. But Dream only felt the need to gain that much notoriety and experience and gear because he felt like he was the only one capable (or willing) of preventing the rise of opposing factions that would tear the server apart. And that's not even mentioning the likes of Niki or Jack, who lashed out after feeling used and walked-over by everyone.

I could list practically every character this way, but ultimately, the chain seems to at least partially lead back to Wilbur. I do think that, to some extent, Wilbur wanted to gain a position of influence in order to separate himself and his friends from what he saw as an unjust system of law under Dream—but I also think there was an aspect of him just wanting power for power's sake. Because he liked the idea of it. It was alluring, having that many people at his command, ready to jump at his word.

And that's the thing about power: it is appealing, beyond just the need for survival—and I think that's where things began to fall apart. Everyone I just mentioned, who only wanted to appear strong enough to keep themselves safe, gradually began to enjoy their new self-image. People feared them now, and that was interesting; maybe this was who they were always meant to be. Maybe they could take it further.

Of course, I think this played out in a different way, to a different extent, with each individual—but the point is, on the dsmp, everyone needs power. It's not a choice, it's a survival mechanism, so that you can summon an army against those who would come for you, or be strong enough to fight them off yourself. Theft isn't exactly uncommon, after all. But you know what they say about power corrupting—and when those around you become corrupted, you start looking for a way to defend yourself, and the cycle repeats and grows. It sucks in everyone it touches.

I know that none of this is exactly groundbreaking commentary… I just wanted to offer some kind of reason behind the self-serving, power-hungry mentality that the dsmp setting instills in its characters.

#dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!quackity #c!dream #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #c!niki #c!jack #lore thoughts #I'm back at it again (<- writing a too-long analysis on something immediately obvious)

[saltymongoose]

Lovebug is back!

Size difference is the big idea!A Player who actually likes being smaller than almost everyone in Nevada and uses it to their advantage! What if the player used their smaller, non-threatening-ish appearance to pull enemies into a state of confusion before letting their boys go to town? That was the idea originally. But, then I thought it would also be fun to just have a player who loves being surrounded by powerful people (there is a sprinkle of liking to be intimidated in there as well).

Sure, they may be the most powerful being in Nevada, but if they weren't, most of the people they came across could snap them like a twig. And having their grunts constantly surrounding them is like a dream come true! It makes them feel protected and safe.

(If one of their vessels ever does the lean against the wall thing next to them, they'll pass out.)

Size difference is so much fun to dabble with!

Do you have any favorite size difference headcanons?

I'm sorry if this is long, it's not really an ask. But you write so well! It never ceases to amaze me! You make all of your posts so detailed and I love hearing your opinion on these!

Thank you for all that you do! You're a gift to the fandom!

~Lovebug Anon

Hey there Lovebug Anon <3, it's about time I get around to answering your wonderful prompts. This is a very, very late response (I believe this ask was originally sent around April ((⊙_⊙')) to give everyone an idea), so I sincerely apologize. That being said, thank you for the compliments in this ask, I appreciate your kind words more than you could know. :') ❤️

[SAM:PN] General Height Difference Headcanons ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior. This is pretty fluffy.)

It was clear to you from the moment you first met that the height difference between you and your vessels was staggering. They towered over you, no matter how short they would be considered by grunt standards. To their enemies, it only served to make them more intimidating (especially for those like Hank, which were well above the ordinary height typically found in their species).

However, in your eyes, it couldn’t be anything but beneficial. Being as short as you were (compared to them, at least), gave you a clear advantage when it came to being on the battlefield. With your grunts obscuring the view of your enemies, you could rest easy knowing that the likelihood of you actually being targeted when controlling them was very small. Plus, if anyone did see you first, the confusion of being met with such a small form would give your grunts the perfect opportunity to ambush.

Other than this though, there was admittedly some personal enjoyment you took in being surrounded by such tall, powerful people. You couldn't help it; the feeling of absolute comfort and safety you got from being near them and knowing that they wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to you was just unmatched.

Plus, a part of you simply liked how they loomed over you, as odd as it sounded. It's the same one that made you blush when they leaned in close to you, and the one that made your heart quiver in your chest when they wrapped an arm around your body in a casual gesture. They didn't even mean to fluster you when it happened, and truth be told, this made it slightly embarrassing for you. Yet even so, you couldn't stop yourself from reacting this way; you just liked how tall they were compared to you, that is all. (It wasn't exactly a bad thing, anyway.)

Your vessels all have their own thoughts on your height difference though.

Beginning with Hank, he sees height as being a tool for intimidation, and one that’s very easy for him to use specifically. As the tallest of your vessels, he’s aware of the fact that your enemies are more likely to be scared of him just because of how he stands out like this (barring his reputation as Nevada’s most dangerous mass murderer, of course).

Other than this, Hank has very little regard for it. It makes scaring people easier, but it wasn’t something he focused on; such a natural thing that required absolutely no effort from him didn’t deserve such consideration when he was so busy with other, more pressing matters. However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t notice how you reacted to it.

Hank pays more attention to you than anything else, so of course his attention is peaked by the way you blink up at him with soft doe eyes when he leans a bit closer to you, and the flush that appears on your face as his taller form takes up more of your space. He doesn’t know why you act like that at first, and honestly at the moment he doesn’t care to ask that question. Not when he’s too entranced by the way you look, appearing so adorably mystified by his form for whatever reason.

He figures it out soon enough though, and once he does, he grows to appreciate his natural height far more than before. As the tallest, and having the most noticeable height difference with you, it is rather simple for him to elicit these reactions from you, and he finds that he loves doing it.

He’ll try to be around you a lot after that, and as close as he can manage, no matter what the others might think. (Making them jealous was just another bonus for him.) He’ll lean over you and tug you into him, covering your body with his as he purrs and takes in your cute gasps and how your face warms. Instead of simply staying next to you, he’ll be as imposing on your space as is comfortable for you both, seeking to try and accentuate the difference in your height. (Which, again, is very easy. You barely reach his chest, just which makes you more cute in his eyes.)

Another bonus to being the tallest of your vessels is that it makes him the best candidate for your main protector, at least in Hank's view. He's technically the person in the best position to protect you from view and shield you from harm, simply because he's so much bigger than you. If anything, this further proves that he was made to be yours, and to be your only necessary vessel. With how much you seemed to like your height difference, and how he was made better at protecting you because of it (far more than anyone else), it was only common sense.

On the other hand, Deimos likely didn’t notice your reactions to his height at first, but it was purely because he was too busy fawning over how short you are compared to him. He was the last on the list of your vessels in terms of height, and while he certainly wasn’t insecure about it, he was pretty happy to experience what it was like to have someone smaller than him in almost every way. The fact that it was you made it all the more special, though.

Deimos is the first to actually tease you over your height difference, but in a purely joking kind of way. He’ll rest an elbow on your head or quickly put something you need on a higher shelf before you come into the room, just so he can be the first to offer you help. Verbal teases are to be expected as well, mainly asking if you need help reaching something when you clearly don’t, or calling you "shawty" (because he heard you say that word once, and of course he'd repeat it afterward).

Once he actually notices how you react when he leans in close to tell you a joke or give you a side-hug, his teases take another direction. Simple jokes turn become more pointed; instead of just mentioning your height in a joking way, it's the difference between you that he'll seek to exploit - and not for mere humor anymore.

So he'll lean a bit closer than you both know is necessary, rest a bit more of his body on you when he gives you an embrace, and linger like that for longer than what would be normal. In addition to this, he also already knows how much you like his voice too, so he decides to see what’ll happen if he combines these two factors. 

It’s honestly kind of overwhelming for you; having him suddenly get into your personal space when you're doing something simple like making yourself a meal, boxing you in with his arms and leaning some of his weight on you. His body heat is almost dizzying, and it certainly doesn't help the rushing pace of your heart when he comes even closer, so you can feel his breath against you when he purrs an innocent question about what you're doing (though it's followed by a petname rasped lowly into your ear).

Perhaps it's playing dirty since he's deliberately using something you can't help liking against you, and honestly, a part of him considers holding back on it. (He loves flustering you like this, but he wouldn't want to overstep and make you uncomfortable instead.) And he would, if you didn't lean back into him when he did it, sometimes even burying your face into his chest to try and hide your blushing face from him (which is just adorable to him). You seem to like these little moments, and of course he does, so why would he stop?

If anything, the fact that he can elicit such reactions with the combination of his height and smooth voice (something that he sees as unique to himself) is just another tool he can use to get you to fall for him. All so that you'll love him and his company just as much as he loves yours.

Sanford is another one who noticed how you get when he’s close, but at first, he didn’t think it was because you liked his height of all things. In all honesty, he probably just thought that the fact that he’s always shirtless is what flusters you so much since nobody else in your group shows off as much skin as he does. Then he takes note of how you react when any of them get into close contact with you and it clicks.

He’s actually above average in height from grunt standards, but it’s not something he pays much attention to. Sure, other prospective partners have mentioned it in the past, but as weird as it sounds, no one's opinion on him has mattered as much as yours does, so he’s honestly very flattered. It makes him pretty bashful too; he knows his musculature makes him stand out more than anything, but having the person he adores fawn over something so minuscule to him must be a good sign for your impending relationship, right?

Getting close to you and showing off his strength through carrying you are things that he does quite a lot, even before figuring out how much you like your height difference. As such, you've just incentivized him to do it more often. After all, if you enjoy having the height difference between you both made to be really noticeable, then there's no reason for him not to.

Sanford also finds the way you look when he does it to be really cute; you appear so small compared to him when you're being held to his body, all cozy and safe in his toned arms. Your face is flushed, and he can feel your breath hitch when he adjusts you in his grip, your fingers flexing from where they're rested on his shoulder and chest.

He worries that he overdoes it sometimes, since you both know that picking you up as much as he does is pretty unnecessary (like those few times he just elected to do it instead of getting something off a shelf for you). You don't mention it though, just content to lean into his embraces with a crooked smile, sighing happily even as your face heats. Sanford hopes the way his heartbeat picks up isn't too noticeable. (It's not like he can care that much though, not when he dares to squeeze you to him a bit tighter and you relax even more in his hold.)

Sanford eventually finds that he also quite likes the difference you have (perhaps even a bit too much, in his mind). You’re usually too flustered to notice, but when you do, it’s impossible to ignore the way scarlet colors his cheeks and dusts his torso when you find yourself in his personal space (even if he's trying to keep his face impassive as usual). It's cute, for someone who's famous for such unsavory things.

The height difference also makes a deeper feeling of protectiveness surge up in him. You might be one of the most powerful beings in Nevada, but you just look so small and fragile compared to grunts. Sanford was already dedicated to defending you at every turn, but this just makes it more important for him in a way (if that were even possible). He wants you to rely on him as your protector, and what better way to do that than showing off his strength and how he can use his more imposing stature for your benefit?

He's always been yours to control; always ready and willing to give anything and everything of himself just for you and your favor, all with the hopes of you returning these deep affections he holds. So why not just use him and him alone?

With 2BDamned, his fascination with your height difference first comes from a purely clinical perspective. He’s been interested in human anatomy since your existence first became known to him, and wants to learn all that he can in regards to anything related to it. (How would he be competent at taking care of you if he didn’t know anything about your species?)

As such, he’ll view it as another opportunity to ask about the differences between you. Are you considered tall or short according to your species’ average? Why are humans so short compared to grunts? Are there any advantages to humans being so small? Questions like these are his main focus, and in addition to this, the fact that humans are so small will also make him more concerned for your well-being when out in the field.

(Sanford, Deimos, and Hank are becoming quite annoyed at how often he checks in through their comms to see if you're alright. What did he think they were, 1337 Agents? Of course you were okay, you had them.)

Considering how he spends less time around you than the others (when you’re not back at the base, that is), he doesn’t have as many opportunities to really look at his own height difference with you. Nor does he take much notice of how you might react to it as a result, which holds off his realization of it.

This changes with the first of his rushed “examinations” on you, after you happened to get a bit scratched up while on a mission with the others. He was standing very close to you, hands darting over your body as he carefully moved your limbs around, checking for bruising and bleeding while harshly lecturing your three main vessels.

Doc first thought the color on your face and the heat that seeped through his gloves when he touched your face was from exertion or pain, a sign of an injury that he might’ve missed. That's until he notices that it only gets worse when he comes closer to inspect you further, inadvertently looming over you as he leans down to get closer to your face. It only hits him when you avert your eyes from him shyly, lips drawing into a small pout as you try to hide the full extent of your blush from him. (It's embarrassing, all he's doing is checking you over for injuries.)

He seemed to pause for a split second when he noticed but quickly got back into ranting towards the others about their "neglect" of you, trying to ignore the way he could feel a smile spreading across his face underneath his mask. So that's why you're so flushed around them.

Doc is very tempted to see how far he can go with it, to view just how you react to the different ways he can show off his height difference with you. But he doesn't. Or rather, he won’t go to the same lengths that others would; he's confident enough in himself, generally speaking, but the uncertainty he feels regarding how to go about bonding with you will hold him back from going all out (as much as he'd like to).

That doesn’t mean that he won’t stand a little bit nearer to you, or stay for a few seconds too long when he needs to lean over you to reach something - perhaps even take a leaf from Deimos' book and say something to you in that smooth voice of his when he's so close - but anything beyond that is unlikely. (Unless driven as a direct reaction to one of the others pulling something, of course).

It's a more subtle build-up with him, but that's how he prefers to show his love to you anyway. The last thing he'd want to do is rush in impulsively and foolishly ruin things between you, especially after that unfortunate first impression he made. Besides, 2BDamned has always been incredibly patient, and you'd be worth an eternity of pining while he decides on what actions to take. So long as he can prove himself good enough to you in the end, worthy of your love and praise, he'd be willing.

#tw: yandere #I feel so bad for how long this took (╥﹏╥) #just a note: if I've said before that I'm working on a prompt it *will* be finished eventually #granted it might take a while since I have quite the back log #(roughly 700 asks/requests as of this moment eheh) #but it shall be done #lovebug anon ❤️🐞 #samau #self aware m:pn au #player!reader #yandere hank j. wimbleton #hank j. wimbleton x reader #hank j. wimbleton #yandere deimos #deimos x reader #deimos #yandere sanford #sanford x reader #sanford #yandere 2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #2bdamned #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #my writing

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Prompt 6 with Sanford please

Of courseee!! +D

Also included a lil hc for yandere Sanford. I feel like he's picked up his yandere tenancies from his mother and is like, probably yandere for her in a family sense and vise versa. So don't talk shit cause that's when he'll fucking lose it.

Sanford Prompt #6 Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “Please don’t ever leave me!”  [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Physical Violence, Domestic abuse, Suffocation, Manipulation, Implied Intimidation

One thing stood between the door and you. Sanford.

Only recently had you found out what he had been doing. For the longest time, You thought you were the problem. You thought you were the one driving other people away - The reason that no one would ever talk or even look your way. That was far from the truth though, Because the real problem was the person you thought was your partner. You had loved him with your whole being and expected him to do the same and he did. He did it like it would kill him and it killed your relationship. You had caught him threatening a new friend of yours, A mutual friends you'd come to know too. You were finally happy to have someone outside of the small tightknit group Sanford was allies with. As you weren't much of a killing machine, only doing it if it was the only option possible.

When you saw him, On the phone, talking in that deep voice. You knew your perception of him had been shattered. You loved Sanford, You really did but that was the tone he used to threaten the agents that tried to harm him. That tried to hurt you. Then you started to think of everything over time and it just clicked. Hell, you had only gotten together recently. Maybe 2 or 3 months ago and this happened. You had been friends for longer and the feelings that had sprouted from that friendship, at first, gave you hope that Nevada was a better place. That maybe in all the madness, Peace could really thrive. Sanford, as a bit derided out as you were, would talk about a possible future - settling down somewhere quiet and living out the rest of your days together. You had to admit it sounded nice at the time and you entertained those thoughts. Now you were happily tearing away any hope he had of that, Not after the shit he had pulled behind your back for so long.

" Fuck off, you manipulative bastard. " You hissed back, glaring daggers at the larger male. He looked taken aback, almost flinching at your yelling but he still stood his ground. Arms folded as he tried to figure out how to calm the situation. Not that there was much he could do to calm you down. All you felt was the absolute rage and shame for letting him manipulate you like this. Hurt your friends, people who you held close and wanted to protect.

" Baby, please I-" he spoke, in a soft tone. The one he used to use in those intimate moments you shared. Him holding you, Giving you small kisses and loving stares. It made you want to vomit now, He who had held you so close was nothing short of a contriving. You didn't know love could turn to sickening hate so quickly. Not until now.

" No. I don't trust a fucking word that comes out of your mouth. " You interrupted, beginning to walk down the hallway. Every step was with intent. You were leaving and you were never coming back. You didn't want anything to do with him. You knew or at least, hoped the Sanford you knew was real to some degree as then you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He started to look around, almost as if he was praying someone would come to help him. Panicking at the thought of losing you? It's what he deserved. Actions have consequences.

You strode down the hallway with purpose, The closer you got, the more nervous the grunt got. Pressing himself against the door to stop you from getting it open. You didn't care, trying to push past him but it was obvious he was physically stronger. You were reasonably shorter than him and he had always used this to his advantage to tease you before, The memory only making you grit your teeth.

" We can talk about this " He whined pathetically, praying you'd just go sit down but you didn't, turning to face him. Looking into the sunglasses that hid his eyes. You hated eye contact, But you refused to stand down. Not when newfound animosity filled you. Maybe it was for the best you couldn't see his eyes, you wondered what emotion they'd mirror. Would they show you this was an act, perhaps that's why he had been wearing them all along.

" NO, I DON'T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU. " You screamed beginning to push against him and grip at the door. You did everything you could to claw at the door. Putting your everything into getting out of this situation. You needed to get out now, You wanted to get as far from this place as possible. As far away from him as you could.

" Please don't make me do this " He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, Swallowing back sobbing but you didn't stop. You continued. He was just trying to fuck with you, Obviously. He just wants to keep you here and play some sick little game with you. He'd already broken you heart and trust. Had it not been enough for him? Apparently not. You now took to pounding on the door as loudly as you could. Maybe someone would hear you and come help you out.

" YOU SON OF A BITCH, LET ME-" That set him off. Smacking you across the face. A loud slap rung out as you fell to the floor. Not only did he have the brawn. your ears rang and you stood there for a moment. Stumbling back. You opened your mouth to talk but you couldn't. The words stuck on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes furrowed in horror, gawking at the larger man who had promised to never lay a finger on you. If you had any semblance for love left for him, it was gone now. Flooded out as soon as his hand made contact with your cheek. The stinging of a hand was still there, massaging you cheek with pain.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, But do not talk about my mum like that. " He spoke, In a upset tone. Biting his lip as he now began to follow you as you backed up. You didn't stop, Almost tripping over your own feet as you stumbled into the main room, crawling over the sofa in hopes of putting distance between the two of you but it was no use. He just reached out and gripped you ankle, Dragging you towards him.

Your nails dug into the head of the sofa but it was no use. You were pulled into his arms without effort. You hands pounded against his chest, pushing and wriggling as he stood there. Holding you. He looked like he was staring at your cheek, face twisting into one of regret. What a fucking joke. He hits you and then tries to act all sad about it. You just wanted out and would be taking the first one you got. However for now, you were still stuck between Sanford and the door as he held you in a tightening grip. Now to the point you started to realize you were struggling with breathing.

" I can't Breathe " You spoke out, beginning to try gasp out for air, Wriggling more as no oxygen entered your lungs. The crushing around your ribcage got tighter and tighter. You began to tear up, now out of plain fear.

" I can't... Sanford, stop I-" You began to chock on your own words, Trying desperately to fight against him but it only made you use up more of your limited oxygen.

" I know... I know... I'm sorry but I can't let you leave... " He interrupted as he trailed off, now looking away as if to shield himself from the image of you slowly suffocating by his hands. He held you tighter, trying to ignore your pleas for him to let go. The world became blurry, Your throat burned as you struggled to keep consciousness. You fully believed this was your end. You had no idea that the man you had been with was such a fucking psychopath. You should have listened to the posters scattered around Nevada and reported him at the first glance.

“Please don’t ever leave me!” He blubbered apparently now letting tears drain from his eyes. He hated to see you like this but you forced his hand. If he didn't do this now then you'd be out of his life forever. He couldn't take that risk. Listening to your chocked sobs killed him on the inside but he tried to tell himself it was necessary. His mother would be so proud of him for finding such a wonderful partner like yourself. So he would not be letting you go.

The world faded with your consciousness, barely hearing Sanford's word as you departed. Now limp in his arms as he let go and moved you down to the sofa. Fresh air filling your lungs with a harsh breathing pattern - inspecting you gently to make sure he hadn't done any bad damage. Guilt ate away at him as he stroked your cheek he had slapped a moment before. He'd make it up to you, He promised himself as he once again repeated the sentence to himself. Nothing above a whisper.

" Please.... just don't ever leave me. "

#yandere madness combat #madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat x reader #cw yandere #cw abuse #cw domestic abuse #cw violence #cw physical abuse #cw suffocation #cw injury #cw manipulation #cw implied intimidation

[henrysglock]

I'm curious: What are some headcannons you have for Henry? Not character analyses. Just headcannons.

And what are some situations you'd like to see him in/react to? Think fanfics: you're not limited by canon, the world is your oyster, you can change whatever you want.

You've opened Pandora's box. I'm putting it all under the cut because it's LONG as hell...and it gets progressively darker as it goes.

These are in the context of "Henry didn't go insane and kill a bunch of people. He either never went to the lab, escaped early, or escaped with El unharmed in 1979":

Henry being good with El/the lab kids and the fact that he looks identical to the jazzercise guy from ST3 are the sources of my "Henry would have been some kind of teacher if he'd had a normal life" headcanon. -

I think he'd like Depeche Mode. They've got his vibes. So do NIN and Korn, but mainly for "lord...give me the strength to channel my anger into this metal music instead of snapping" Henry. -

I absolutely think Henry would have a pet tarantula. Possibly multiple different types of spiders, actually. If we're talking teacher!AU, he'd keep a docile one in his classroom. He'd probably gently threaten Mike with it for laughs. He totally has some fucked up spiders at home, though. Bro was playing with black widows as a kid. He doesn't fear any spiders. I know he's got at least a wolf and a brown recluse. Maybe a Sydney Funnel or Brazilian Wandering spider, too. He just wasn't able to expand his horizons as a child, y'know? -

Henry is both "MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!" and "pulls in the drive-thru, orders one black coffee, and leaves". It depends on who he's with. If he's with El or Will, it's the former. If the rest of the Party is involved, it's likely closer to the latter. -

Henry and Mike, particularly in teacher!AU, are like two cats who have an Understanding of each other but don't necessarily like each other. They tolerate each other. However, and this is based in the way Henry reacts to El lashing out at him about Terry, Henry ends up being one of the few people Mike can lash out at without getting in deep shit for it. - (It's similar to Hopper, but in a less violent way. More of a "Mike can express his hurt/anger through his mean/snarky lines, and instead of shutting him down, Henry engages him the way he does with El regarding Terry: redirection towards the intended target. i.e. El, upset/hurt/verbally lashing out: Mama is dead! Henry, redirecting instead of punishing: And who told you that?) -

It's very easy to get Henry on tangents. He's the epitome of "you sly dog, you got me monologuing". One well-placed question, and he's been completely diverted off topic. Sometimes he inadvertently gets himself off topic. Something tells me that if someone expressed actual interest/actually engaged with him, he'd talk for as long as you let him. Y'know, "quiet kid" shit.

About young Henry and lab Henry, semi-canon:

He and Victor read LOTR/The Hobbit together when Henry was a wee thing. It's their series, ok? They're incredibly Bilbo-Frodo coded in canon (Em has convinced me of this so thoroughly <3), so like...yeah :') -

Henry picked up the Weird-Boy Stare from Victor. Victor: [having a PTSD moment] 👁👁... Henry, impressionable: 👁👁? 👁👁! -

Henry was never close with Virginia, but he was close with Victor before things started to go sideways in Hawkins. When Henry was littler, maybe <10 years old, he'd fall asleep on Victor like Holly does on Ted's lap in ST3. - (By 1979, after 20 years in HNL, nice touches seem like something out of a fairytale. When was the last time someone patted him on the back, brushed his hair out of his face, kissed the top of his head, or squeezed his hand reassuringly? He can't remember. It was sometime before March, 1959. That's all he knows.) -

We don't know where Henry moved from, but I like to think it was Ruth, Nevada. When he got to Indiana, it was a total shock for him. The green, the humidity, the deluges of rain that came with winds strong enough enough to rattle the windows of his house, but especially the winters. That is to say...Henry had never seen so much snow up close before he got to Indiana. He'd only seen it on the mountains. Now he's expected to help his father shovel the 5" of it that they got overnight??? When it's barely 5ºF out??? Ridiculous. - (He'd give anything to be back there: 12 and tiny, wet and miserable and shaking like a leaf. It's been so long. He doesn't remember what frigid winter air feels like. He knows it's different from the air conditioning that seeps into his bones and makes his insides feel like a half-frozen slurry, the artificial cold that turns his fingers corpse-white and cannot be escaped. He knows it was different, he just can't remember what it felt like. The thought fills him with enough frostbitten rage to flood the ocean every time it hits him. He cannot remember what the real world felt like, just the afterimage of it, faded and warped and worn at the corners. He thinks he'd maybe like to freeze to death in the snow. He'd die free, at least.) -

Henry Creel hates the cold, ironically enough. There's something wrong with him. His little body already likes to go cold of its own accord, even on the hottest July days. Winter makes it worse. So much worse. There aren't enough sweaters to keep him warm in that big, drafty house, so he tends to sit close to the fire while Victor reads. - (Before he unlocked the ability to see memories, he never quite understood why his father kept warning him not to get too close to the fire. He gets it now. He finds it funny that his father became so preoccupied with that one instance of danger when there are more dangerous things than fire, and he himself is caught in the web of one of those things. Henry doesn't understand why Victor can't see the greater threat that lurks within the walls of that house. He doesn't think Victor would believe him if he told him the truth. So he says nothing, and shows everything. There are worse fates than fire. He figured that one out by the time he was 12.) -

Henry is shit at chess. Alice wipes the floor with him every time. He only really figured the game out later, when it was the most enjoyable way to pass time in the Rainbow room. - (Although...can it really be considered "figuring the game out" when you're playing against yourself? How about an alternate dimension version of yourself? Henry would play black, and the other boy would play white. He thought it was ironic, being trapped in a meeting point between dimensions with a boy who was convinced he saved him by sparking the cataclysm which stripped both of them of their freedom. "You tricked me," Henry had said, once, after being outmaneuvered during one of their endless rounds of chess. "Tricked you?" Edward had scoffed at him after resetting their tie by cornering his king, "No, Henry. I tried to save you. I would have saved you, if it weren't for Papa." Henry hadn't known what to say. It didn't really matter what he said. He and Edward were separated shortly after, repressor chips put in them both after they'd decided to attempt an escape. They were still children. They couldn't take an entire compliment of guards and orderlies on their own. Henry, in 1979, was still in the dark as to where Edward ended up. He'd find out soon enough, though.) -

Misc, all applied before the 1979 massacre:

I'd like to see the kind of damage Henry could do in a rage room. I think it would be cathartic for him. Let the man beat the shit out of multiple electronics/mirrors.

Henry used to like sweets as a child, Werther's caramels and the like, but after years with Brenner and his candy-baiting...he's not a fan.

Related ^^ When 002 was little, before things had gone so far, he liked to hoard his sweets in his room. It was against the rules because sweets attract bugs, but Henry covered for him. Henry still remembers that little boy, his first successor. 002 used to smile at him in his first few years. He still sees glimpses of that boy, even though the years of abuse have gotten to 002, made him mean. Seeing someone be ruthlessly electrocuted by your shared abuser hits different when you watched them grow up, when you were their handler for over a decade. It hits different when you're the only handler who actually seems to give a flying fuck about the children.

Henry has known El since she was put in the nursery in 1974. Brenner assigned him to that ward without telling him why, and he appreciated the glimpse of sun he got on the walk upstairs, but he figured out why he specifically had been assigned as soon as he saw El. There's some indescribable horror in being able to see your sister's baby pictures reflected in a strange child's face and just knowing.

I have more, of course, but this is getting massive dkfjhsdkjfh thank you for letting me vomit out my thoughts

#asks #rambles #henry headcanons and scenarios

[afunfunkytime]

okay so I'm writing something that involves big simping and big simping requires Analysing Your Crush's Features Excessively

so here's some little details i thought about for a couple characters (most are southern because im big simp for southern accents and they live in my head rent free)

I don't hc the characters looking like Ben in my personal hcs, I'm sorry if that's odd

Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, and Georgia have crows feet- because I think it's such a cute feature to have and I like a good 'weathered' looking character

Alabama's smile is lopsided. No real reason, I just like a crooked smile.

Arkansas has a crooked nose, it veers slightly to the left. It's naturally occurring, not caused by an injury but he feels like it wasn't necessarily helped by all the times he's tripped and fallen over the years. He doesn't mind it so much nowadays, but it stings when it's pointed out. Something about the word Arkansas just gives 'crooked' and I don't know how to explain it. He's my favourite character to play with the appearance of. It'll be obvious later.

South Dakota lost 2 of his fingers doing something stupid. He gives 'oopsie daisy' vibes, most of his injuries are go big to the hospital or go home

Kentucky <3 dimples. They're cute, he's cute.

Kentucky has a chipped front tooth from getting bucked off a horse. He's got lots of injuries from horses over the course of his life but this one is the most noticeable. It wasn't serious and doesn't really affect him because state magic ig I kept googling it and apparently you should really fix a chipped tooth asap so this one doesn't really work but go with it I said so. He chipped it back in the 1800s, and it's never really caused any problems other than a slightly less picture perfect smile, so he's just okay with it. He's got a cute smile anyway. Kentucky<3

Florida has unusually long eyelashes, like damn they're pretty

Arkansas has the roughest hands you'd ever see. They're scarred and torn up and not soft whatsoever. Callouses, ridges of old scars crisscrossing over his skin, split knuckles.

New Jersey and Texas have at least two gold teeth each. No reason. I just like the idea.

Bearded New Jersey is PERMANENT.

California has noodle limbs, like real wet spaghetti noodle of a man

Alaska has an eyebrow slit, just to make him that little bit more mysterious. And hot.

New Jersey has longer than average canine teeth and it's his favourite thing ever. He'll never get them filed down. Ever. He'll bite every dentist that tries.

Nevada's nails are always stilettos with the most elaborate design he can get, he'll threaten Gov with them if he gets too cocky

Gov! He has a few grey hairs. Y'all can't tell me he doesn't. He's earned them.

Georgia has freckles and it's the cutest thing ever. Georgia in general is cute. In my hcs he's ginger. Extra cute.

Florida has two shark bite scars from different sharks. One on his calf and the other on his upper back. He's very proud of them.

Utah tripped down the stairs and has a pretty badass scar just above his eyebrow. He may or may not fabricate a story to sound cooler.

Florida has webbed fingers and toes. Not webbed digits together, just slight webbing between them. I'm not good enough with words to fully explain what I mean. It is theorised he is part seagull because he screams, is annoying, and steals food.

Mississippi has a long scar between his thumb and pointer finger from a mishap with a fishing hook

lmk if y'all have thoughts about this

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #this is weird i think #sorry i love them #i like my men with details

[toomanybandstocare]

{Stranger Things Characters & DnD Class}

Program: Older ST kids and what I think their DnD class is. Based off how my DnD group acts and the character's experiences in the show.

Counselors: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, & Billy

Genre: Brainrot, Headcannons

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: This is just the vibe I get now that I've been playing DnD after a year. Just something fun I wanted to do. :) I'm basing these of the classes listed on D&D Beyond. This is not proofed bc I am tired :) Part two will come tomorrow after I finish work for the day.

Argyle -> Druid

Druids have a close relationship to nature and gain their magical abilities from nature itself. They are especially concerned with the precarious balance in which life exists within the natural world.

The scene where Argyle is constructing a makeshift grave marker for the secret agent is the most telling of his character, to me at least. Without knowing this man, Argyle wanted to show his respect for the recently deceased. When the others in the scene are worried about where to go next, he took the time to acknowledge the scale of life's shift. In addition to that, we also see Argyle track and work with the land as they navigate through terrain. Weed is also considered a way to help open the third eye, so I believe a magic based character would best fit Argyle. I don't see him wielding a physical weapon per say, because he is so cognizant of the consequences of his actions, that he doesn't want to possibly put the blame on an inanimate object when he wields it.

Robin -> Ranger

Rangers are independent adventures who defend the outskirts of society from enemies. Sometimes they will join secret organizations and druidic circles. They are well prepared for adventure since they are used to a life far from comfort.

Robin is an outsider to the group of main characters when first introduced to season three. She is seen often separated by a physical barrier of the sliding window in Scoops Ahoy. However, Robin chooses to the join the group when she offers he language skills, and she is ensnared by the Soviet's and Flayer's plans. She enters into a world threatened by paranormal creatures. Robin is also an outsider to society as a Lesbian, and even though the 80s was not supportive of queer culture, she still defends her small minded town from impeding threats.

Jonathan -> Bard

Bard's are a master of creativity and spoken word, especially song and speech. They tend to stick to the sidelines to support their party members while hindering enemies from a distance. They are capable of defending themselves in melee if it comes down it.

Jonathan is an observer who is dedicated to sharing stories and making connections with others. We see this when he pursues photographic journalism and spends his internship in the red room. When suspicious rats begin to fester in Hawkins, he joins the search for the truth especially when it leads to possible Flayer activity even when originally unsure. What made me choose this class for him ultimately is the scene where he holds his younger brother so tenderly after witnessing a vulnerable confession during their journey to Nevada. Through actions and words, Jonathan reassures Will that he is loved and cared for. In the battle of Starcourt mall, we see Johnathan try to help with his party member's wounds.

Billy -> Barbarian

A barbarian is accustomed to a life danger by navigating rival groups, deadly weather, and terrifying monsters. In times of war, they are often leaders of their clans and face danger head on. They are accustomed to wandering and are used to a life of hardship.

Billy is filled with turmoil and uprooted from his home, forced to navigate a new social structure. Now in the town of Hawkins, he is not going to let anyone stop him from having the same social standing as he once had in California. He charges into the party and infiltrates his rival's social group. Billy works to assert himself as a challenger to the title of King of Hawkins by doing whatever necessary. Even with this newly acquired title, Billy is then forced to become the Flayer's pawn. A leader in bringing in new "followers" to feed the Flayer's power and control over the town. Though he did not willingly choose to enter the invading world of the Upside Down, Billy still charges into battle.

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[the-firebird69]

You have huge numbers of troops coming and they are very Giant and they're going to go right over these people here in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte whove been so very annoying, and to pull them all in and yeah in a few minutes and it's going to happen tonight because of the immense force that is headed this way as I see it is by sea and it is enormous and is by the land bridge which is now a hundred miles across at the Bering Sea and from Brazil a huge forces assembling is massive and a worldwide alert has been issued this is a gigantic force, once I saw the seafood destroyed and sea life they began amassing in large Force because they're invasion plans was changed and thwarted. It is now gigantic and class A and it has a lot of special in it and they do have spaceships and considerably size Force that's gathering potentially 200 million spaceships which would cause very serious problems he had empire has four billion ships and the foreigners have two billion but they cost damage to them and they want to threaten their way in and not just meeting space in battle cuz it's going to be battles all over the more likely can space is growing right now it's 400 million and, we anticipated going to at least 2 billion but they don't seem to have access to more shifts than that I don't say pull them out and they haven't been doing that. That combined Force they might be able to invade it's no longer a guarantee that they can be repelled and the force is growing still especially the ground force and it's also Air forces it's becoming very large. The diamonds are being mined out as well and the clones are joining up with the force to try and invade the United States and their forces formidable they have about 200 million ships in space with their class A it's going to be a war in space and they also have two planetoids.foreigners are pulling ships up, and Max which is at about 500 million to each fleet and the clone army is calling his forses.... Huge numbers and they are in the Midwest upper Midwest and above and in the south they are below and they're coming up and they have many artillions probably $700 artillion have come out but they really have several million and each location and they plan to come up later on what's the battle ensues to take over and fight Max and Forgieners. It's a huge day we're raising kaiju you now and we're raising ships ourselves, many kaiju are gigantic. And there's a song on the radio I'm only One call away Superman got nothing on me and flashdance okay I'm trying to make fun of our son and this is his time at bat. And kisses is conjuring are giving him trouble just give it back but then manipulate stuff and Zeus is saying do you think it's my turn yet right now this planet is going around and everybody's fighting huge armies and huge fleas and then knocking each other out and here it comes the main event and while they're away he's going to rack them up. And it's me Thor Freya and Nevada Ariana say it's a huge thing that's coming this way as well as this massive intro. Is where working is entire life on it. We are working like madness right now we need control is huge.

Thor Freya

Flash dance lol hahahaha

Hera

Ohh man. It's a bit large lol

Zues

Hehehaha

Thor Freya me too lol haha Freya

Yeah well I came organized and stuff

Frank Castle hardcastle we're organized too but give me a break

Organized warfare like Chris Achilles a new book coming out and the name change to Achilles from aker Lee it's a new book by Paramount pictures

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

This is incredible he's doing something I can't tell what it is and for Christ's sake with her face all these retards that are left they can't be that hard but don't have all this hardware now I don't know where two billion chips is a lot it looked at it it's true and plus these ships of Tommy f and those are half decent chips okay you're getting ourselves organized and getting ships up and his people are too this is going to be a big fight a huge one and you guys going to be out of here so sick of you morons

Mac

We're coming for you mack we guess and he says he's going to send assassins and take us out he has anything like that from us I was going to say I do understand something he actually has done that but other people do it and what we see coming are huge numbers of army of theirs and if we don't leave they're going to grab us there's too many and we can't stop them here sweet people just sit there and make fun of him for being alone and it's pitiful all day and night anyways even though I was doing it

Bja we're pitiful creatures and we keep pestering him into bothering us and it's ridiculous we have to get out of here anyways what we're doing is so stupid and maybe we'll do something and take it over you don't know our flotilla is Giant but pound for pound they have more force in US but they're not ready for people to bring this size force. It's on shortly

Jenna

We have a right to speak and you trumpstures are dead can't believe what you're saying right now you're so dumb the no defense is here we have to leave and you want to sit here and bother him well I care about what happens to him and not to you so probably have to fight yours to get out of here and so he's not in danger we have to start doing it now

Becka

[friskyseal]

The School Psychologist

I was sitting in the back of Mr. LaFraniere's class, desperately waiting to be called into the office. At the beginning of the school year, the worst thing that can happen is your classes get all messed up. You don't get in the classes with your friends. Fuck. You're in a class full of kids that hate you. Fuck. They don't actually hate you they actually kind of respect you and think you're funny but you're antisocial and don't have any interest in making new friends and you just want to play video games all day and you actually kind of secretly think these are the stupid kids and how dare they put me in a class with them. Fuck.

A woman came into class and handed Mr. LaFraniere a note.

"Barry?"

I nodded in excitement and he nodded back and I walked outside with the woman.

"Hey, whew, I'm glad to see you, I've been trying to get this fixed for—"

"What is your relationship like with your grandmother?" she interrupted.

"Uhh... well, one of em's dead,” I blurted out without thinking.

She turned and started walking.

"Is this not about my classes?"

"No. I'm the school psychologist."

"We have a school psychologist?"

"Yes. Come with me."

Disappointed yet intrigued, I followed along.

"Do you remember the essay you wrote for the high school exit exam?"

The previous year California decided to pass a law requiring all students pass an exit exam. It's the easiest test you can possibly take; probably written at the seventh grade level. Oh and there's an essay, too. We hadn't taken the test for at least 6 months.

"No."

"Your essay was flagged."

"Flagged?"

"Yes, it was reported by the parent who read it to the district and the school. Apparently you threatened to kill your grandmother."

"I did?"

We reached her office. It was inside of a closet. We sat down and she gave me a copy of the essay. We were given three topics to choose from. I chose, "Explain in an essay why having a pet can be a fun and rewarding experience for a child."

I read it and giggled.

"It's not funny," she said. "This is serious. The reader had a real problem with it."

She started to ask me questions about my home life and what my relationship was like with my grandmother. I realized that the first thing I said to this woman, before I had any idea of the situation was "one of my grandparents is dead."

She told me I might consider writing an apology.

"Apologize to whom?"

"To the reader and the school. To everybody. It's a start."

This was getting me out of class.

"How is this going to affect me? I mean, what's the big deal?"

"It 𝘪𝘴 very well written,” she conceded, “But… this isn't the kind of person we would want guarding the president."

I was mortified. 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 the president? Lady, I'm going to 𝘣𝘦 president.

I tried to drag the meeting on for as long as I could but eventually she realized that she was wasting her time and her life and she sent me back to class. As a result of my essay, I failed the California High School Exit Exam. A few months later, the exam and all results were scrapped entirely by the state because not enough kids were passing it.

The next year I briefly moved to Las Vegas and transferred schools. Coincidentally, my first week was the same week as Nevada State Testing. There was an essay, too. The choice of topics was open-ended enough that I could basically write about anything, even pets. I did my best to recall what I had previously written and copy it exactly.

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[nevernevadahq]

Everyone suspects IVANNA LYSYTSYA of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HERS: THE FOXES. SHE rolled the dice TWENTY FIVE YEARS ago as a POSNACHENI. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of HEAD CHEF AT GEROVIT HOUSE. They’re often mistaken for JESSICA CHASTAIN before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. IVANNA better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of FORTY-THREE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of MY LIFE IS GOING ON BY CECILIA KRULL.

DATE OF BIRTH: September 18th, 1979

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Strusiv, Ukraine 

MARK: V Tattoo on forearm

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH]

Ivanna was one of Vlad’s younger siblings. She was a bit of an unexpected child, seeing as her mother spent the majority of her pregnancy in Strusiv to visit their maternal side of the family. Ivanna wasn’t planned, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t welcome in the family. She didn’t see her siblings much and was much sooner shipped off to America at the age of five to live with one of her uncles and witness the family business from America’s side of the equation. From a young age, Ivanna learned the ways of arms dealing. She’d been dragged along on several deals, kidnapped here and there whenever things got rough, and even participated in the manipulation of their dynamics to their advantage. Even as a child, Ivanna had a tongue for negotiation, using nothing but word of mouth to play the field in ways some of her other family members couldn’t. She did this when it came to both work and play, often times angering her siblings and furthering their irritation with her antics.

Her aunt saw this in her quite early on, noticed the way she’d make a conversation twist and turn in her favor, and her aunt took very detailed notes about it. Ivanna was fourteen when she had a first real conversation about what she could bring to the family, hands folded in her lap as she listened for the things she, personally, wanted to hear. Her aunt praised Ivanna on her ability to negotiate even the smallest of things and offered her an ultimatum of either returning to Strusiv with no plan in mind when she graduated, or working towards becoming a lead inspector for the Foxes. She pondered on the idea for a long time, years and years until she finally hit eighteen. After graduation, Ivanna swore to her aunt that she’d remain in Nevada to train with them and actually learn about their arms dealing in-depth. So she sat in the middle of her ranks, taking on the role of keeping order and keeping the peace. This was ironic because she’d have no say in punishments when 2020 rolled around, and it was all because of her family name. Her ranks would fall from Murichiki to Posnacheni all in the span of a month’s time. Why? Well, the Foxes still needed their lead inspector. They still needed someone in charge of negotiations and nobody’s ability to manipulate a conversation so easily came even close to what Ivanna offered for all those years.

Ivanna had no true desire to be in power herself, but she liked the idea of the family name staying higher up. When Ollie was dethroned, Ivanna had a lot to say about it. She was never quite one to bite her tongue, especially at her nephew’s expense. She’d witnessed many of her own family members fall, both figuratively and literally, even losing her sister, Larissa Fox, at one point. She knew better than to fight with other members of the Foxes, though, and if she wanted to keep her job and keep her life, she would need to oblige by their rules. She was allowed to resume her duties as she normally would, seeing as her rank was already far below those who had any kind of ounce of power left in them. Although understanding of the rebellion, Ivanna still has a certain hatred towards those who, just two years prior, had the audacity to threaten her and her family.

Aside from her woes when it came to the Foxes, she had a life of her own. She found herself invested in cooking, scoring herself a job as the head chef at Gerovit House and nepotism only had a small part to play in it. She got married for about three years somewhere along the way, having three kids before she hit 22 years old (twins at 19 and another child at 21). She married at 21, after her third child was born, and eventually separated from her husband at 26 after finding out he had cheated on her throughout the entirety of their relationship. They were kids, of course, with little time to figure out what real love was. Now, she lives in the Lysytsya Mansion with no real idea of where her children went. They grew up, moved out, and moved on with their lives. Ivanna never forced them into the family business because it wasn’t quite a family business anymore. She encouraged them to be involved while they grew up, but all of that was thrown away in the past two years when everything the Lysytsya family came to know was taken from them. She wouldn’t bind them to the organization or give them any kind of ultimatums like she was given because that just wasn’t who she was.

IVANNA LYSYTSYA IS WRITTEN BY HAZY.

#city rp #plot rp #mature rp #isla fisher fc #isla fisher #nevernevada.bio #fox

[corntort]

hank is the least qualified to help with babysitting

#madcom #madness combat #mc hank #hank j. wimbleton #mc 2bdamned #doodle #least qualified but is fond of the little guys #just because they are the least threatening thing in nevada

[nevadancitizen]

random player hc’s :)

synopsis: headcanons i came up with when i wasn’t feeling well

word count: 1.1k

characters: sanford, hank, deimos, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: cursing and yandere is a blanket statement for all of them but most have a tw in the topic line

notes: @saltymongoose delivers this to you via carrier pigeon (also most of these can be read as either before or after the player enters nevada unless specified)

calling 2bdamned ‘oynon’: (tw: smoking ment.)

after a cutscene or something where doc is doing doctor-ly things, the player says “thank you, oynon!!” and doc just clings to it like a lifeline because he thinks it’s some type of lovey pet name. like spoiler alert bestie it’s literally just a title of respect for doctors in some slavic countries 😭😭

deimos mocks him because he’s mad he doesn’t have a “pet name” of his own so when doc patches him up he says “thanks, onion” really sarcastically and doc is just standing there like “i could literally replace your lungs with plastic convenience store bags and it would be an improvement. honestly 😐”

looking through the camera: (none)

in the middle of some building, hank is about to get rushed so the player is like “look up!!” but hank looks directly at them with a stare that pierces through the camera and while hank is being attacked the player is just like “😀 uh okay” and continues to play despite there being a weird feeling in their gut 

like dude that’s not a feeling that’s a fact!!

other games seeping through: (tw: slight unreality)

if some of the other games on the player’s computer sort of leaked through because of the employer’s tampering.. i think it would be truly absurd teeheehee

like sanford is literally just trying to go out and get supplies but there’s this weird… thing, something labeled the polyhedron that’s shaped like a tornado and defies gravity like one. it reaches up to the skies from one fragile point, but as sanford approaches it, it disappears. the only comfort he has is the player’s voice: “hm, i guess they took inspiration from pathologic. i’ve actually been playing that in my spare time recently – it isn’t exactly stream-able. but the polyhedron… here? maybe the auditor has something to do with this…” so like. at least sanford knows he’s not alone in his confusion!!

but on a less serious note imagine someone like tom nook coming through and speaking animal crossing and the player having to translate for him 😭😭 

tom nook: *top one percent noises*

player: well you see hank there’s this thing called a mortgage

different dialect: (none)

the player’s dialect would be vastly different from the grunts’ so it sounds very different when they threaten other people but to their vessels it’s absolutely hilarious.. 

like imagine the player staring down some huge angry mag and going “i hope you choke on a motherfuckin’ cheesestick you nasty, greasy bitch! you look like you drink white gatorade and smell like nickels. fuck you” by god they would not be able to function properly after that let alone fight a mag

(no they do not know what cheese, gatorade, or nickels are but christ if that wasn’t the best thing the player has said ever)

deimos would try his best to commit that line to memory. as he’s trying to fall asleep that night he’s staring at the ceiling and goes “you look like you drink white gatorade and smell like nickels…” and he turns his head to the side and covers his mouth in an attempt to not laugh as loud as he normally would

i lov him can’t you tell

mentioning other streamers: (tw: jerma985 😧😧 /j)

so the vessels try to remember every place, person, and thing the player mentions and when they mention someone the vessels haven’t heard of before they listen especially closely and spot this:

“tell mister” – they’re laughing too hard to get the words out proper – “tell mister jerma985 that he is a sociopath and that he will not be allowed anywhere near me at the next con!” 

jesus fucking christ that was the wrong thing to say because they are scouring every document and every file they can get their hands on, searching for this absolutely vile man that dared to disrupt your life to the point of a restraining order. judging by the numbers on the end of his name he’s a clone, so he shouldn’t really be a problem

but some time goes by (many clones are killed) and the player is transported into nevada. when they summon their vessels they’re immediately like “we’ll protect you from jerma985, that nasty sonuvabitch” and the player is immediately like “jerma? that scrawny little white boy?? he could get blown over by opening his fridge too fast”

god if jerma got transported into nevada.. he would either be killed immediately or become king. there is no inbetween

being a student and streaming: (none)

this would take place after the player is transported into nevada 

okay so the player is also a student on top of streaming (how do they balance it? plot armor) but their major is really niche. something like restoration ecology or rangeland, wildlife and fisheries management 

and the player is obviously self-aware and is like “yeah most of my schooling doesn’t really apply in this world and i can’t make any real use of it” but their vessels are trying so hard to make them feel more useful than they already are 😭😭 like bro how do you top being a literal god

imagine doc walking up to the player with a handful of dirt and being like “i need to know what’s in this” and the player, who’s studying pedology, not even batting an eye, saying “well it’s red so there’s a lot of iron and clay in here and…” and they just don’t stop talking and doc is standing there with heart eyes 

no he doesn’t need to know what’s in the soil he’s a medicine doctor not a dirt doctor

i can also see doc being like “you said you’re a doctor, right? i need help with this surgery” and the player standing there like “yes i’m a doctor. a doctor in entomology”

bit goals and bedtime stories: (tw: suicide ment.)

the player having bit/sub goals and reading chat a bedtime story when they hit them would send the vessels into the atmosphere i think. or maybe it’s just your voice idk 

even if you were reading something dark or aesthetically unpleasant.. they would love it to the point of recording it. just listening to you reciting the words of a mourning man: “of course, that man can do anything he likes. his daughter has no fingers. did he hand her over? no, he kept her. he probably sees her. watches her grow up. plays with her. and his wife is alive. she didn’t hang herself with her tights. she’s not dangling from the ceiling. with her tongue sticking out… her black tongue.” 

sanford craves comfort and your voice is the perfect scratch to an itch he didn’t know he had. he has the recording as an mp3 and plays it on repeat when he can’t sleep 

if hank heard sanford listening to that without context he would deffo take solace in the fact that he’s not the only psychopath on base 

sorry to end on that note but i don’t have any more ideas 😔👍

#riptide writes 🌊 #madness combat 🆘 #sorry if there are typos i was watching my chickens while writing some of these #and i don't feel like going back and checking #quote in the last section is from the metro series btw #i've been looking back at my work before i read it and i can deffo see how glukhovsky has influenced my work #so pumped for tha movie.. anyway #madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader #hank j. wimbleton x reader #madness combat hank j wimbleton #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #self aware madness: project nexus au #sam:pn au #player! reader #yandere tw #yandere hank j. wimbleton #yandere deimos #yandere sanford

[saltymongoose]

Hi, are your requests still open?? Or I'll even pay you to write something too.

If they are, can I request fic with Deimos, Hank, 2B, and Sanford protecting and comforting a FTM(not transitioned yet) reader that is their partner. They protect him from an abusive family member? If that's not okay then maybe just comforting them on a really really bad dysphoria day?

I'm dealing with major family issues rn on top of my HEDS/POTS flair ups and I'm just breaking down and need some comfort from my boys that would def hug me and kiss me and tell me im okay and tell my family members to "Fuck off cuz I am a real man." I'm trying to draw some art too... but I have major art block art.. but your writing Is amazing and inspirational. I always look forward to everything you do. You are my hero and I wish I could write like you. Thank you for everything you do and please take care of yourself! Drink and eat pls!!❤️❤️❤️

Also this is the first time I'm asking something and I'm to nervous to come of anon so I guess you could call me...Kai? Thanks and sorry if this is too much yiu can ignore it

I'm sorry to hear about everything you've been going through Kai, it's beyond awful to have family members who're so unsupportive and damaging. :( I'd be more than happy to provide some comfort and protection from the boys for you, and as always, free of charge. <3 (Thank you so so much for your kind words as well, they're awfully sweet of you to say and reading them made me pretty emotional haha. I'm glad you like my work so much, it's readers like yourself that make writing so fulfilling for me, so thank you for that as well. And please take care of yourself too, of course. :)) 💕

[Part 1] They Protect a Transmasc!Reader from their Abusive Family ft. Hank & Sanford

(TW: Transphobia, Verbal Abuse, Violence (they're not yandere but still, it's Madcom), ft. Transmasc!Reader) //- {PART 2 HERE <3} -//

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Anyone who knows of your significance to Hank would realize that it’s not exactly a good idea to try anything against you, whether it be trying to make you uncomfortable or attacking you physically.

Your partner is the most wanted man in Nevada, and he has absolutely no patience when it comes to anyone or anything threatening you, period. It doesn’t matter if it’s some random grunt on the street, or some agent Doc insists he works with, or even if they’re an Employer. If they hurt you in any way, shape, or form, he’s paying them back for it tenfold.

It’s only right since you’re likely a target simply for your relationship with him and he considers it his “job” to protect the people he loves. And by that, just you, really. He can’t even remember the names of the other SQ members he works with 90% of the time, so you’re it for him. Although this just means all of his protective instincts are centered on a single person, which if anything would be more of a deterrent. (For mildly intelligent people, at least.)

However, while he never expected your family of all groups to be added to his “blacklist”, he isn’t averse to going after them the same way he does all your other persecutors. Hank genuinely couldn’t care less about their blood relation with you or any history you have with them; he solves nearly all his problems with violence anyway, so another set of bodies means very little to him in the long run. (Bear in mind, he won’t outright kill them in front of you, you don’t need to see that.)

Though because you’d generally prefer not to have to deal with organizing a funeral or explaining why your significant other gunned down your family (to your other family members who you'd prefer not to speak to), you made him swear not to kill them. A shame since they more than deserved it to him, but you're one of the few people Hank actually listens to, so he'll go along with it.

However, you never told him that he couldn't be violent with his protectiveness, even if they didn't end up dead.

So when he happens to be accompanying you to your family’s place to fetch some of your things and someone decides to make a little unwelcome comment about you (something about how you’re “never gonna be a real man”, whatever that means), he bristles when he hears the words. The look of discomfort and sadness on your face immediately drives him to physically threaten them; he's quick to invade the offending family member's space, anger coursing through his veins as a hand reaches for one of his knives.

It doesn’t take long for whoever made the comment to be thrown to their knees, a blade at their throat before you’re able to stop him. He's always been impulsive, and what they've just done to you would be enough to warrant murder if it were from anyone else. (They should consider themselves lucky you were more merciful than he was.)

He can only think of the look of your frowning visage as he grabs their jaw harshly, almost driving the knife into them as they jolt in his grasp. He usually doesn't care about insults, but if they're against you and targeting something so intrinsic to who you are, it's enough to piss him off immensely on your behalf, to say the least.

"Newsflash, asshole. Nobody asked for your dogshit opinion," he hisses, jostling your terrified family member before forcefully turning them to look in your direction. "See him? He's a real man. If you're too stupid to understand that, that's on you. But if you say anything like that to my boyfriend again, I'll fucking kill you, understand, dipshit?"

You know it's more of a bluff than a genuine promise, given the fact that you've been over this with him before. (Or at least you think so.) You ignore your family member's pleading for Hank to let them go, as well as the other people in the house who've come to watch, still feeling hurt at their comment. Having your partner there made it better, but it still didn't lessen the sting of the words themselves.

Hank notices this of course and will drop the offending individual to the floor (paying no mind to how their skull painfully hits the concrete below them, whoops) so he can pick you up protectively and remove you from the situation entirely. You let him, of course, silently eyeing your family from over his bicep as you snuggle into his arms, relaxing a little for once that evening.

The complete juxtaposition in Hank's behavior the moment you two exit through the front door is honestly amusing to you in retrospect, but in your sickened feelings at what just happened you don't notice it. He holds you tighter to himself as he walks, leaning down to press his forehead to yours and nuzzle into your temple. You told him once that his purring was comforting for you, so he'll do it here, and loudly too. He's relieved when he feels you sink into his grasp more at all his affection, but he can tell what just happened is still weighing on you.

Despite excelling at dealing with matters physically, Hank is very inept at anything concerning emotions (and to his credit, he knows it very well). He'll still try though since you need the encouragement and he hates seeing that despondent look on you. (He also just loves you and wants you to be alright, but that's hardly anything new.)

"You okay?" He rasps lowly, almost whispering to you, and you give a strained half smile in response. He tilts his head in concern and you sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek and watching as he leans into your hand absentmindedly.

"Not really, no, that was…a lot. I will be though, eventually…Thanks for that, by the way," you say, voice small as you rest your head on his chest. It’s funny, you were only there for forty-five minutes and you’re exhausted. This only makes you doubly grateful for your partner being willing to carry you and comfort you physically, even when you don’t feel like talking.

You could feel him nod resolutely against your hand, the only reply you’ll get from him on this matter. His silence is fine with you; you were so close that you didn’t need words to understand his view anyway. Especially not with how he makes sure to hold you as close to him as possible on the way back, wrapping you up tightly in his arms as if to protect you from the rest of the world as he takes you back home, where you’ll be safe from everything else.

Hank’s type of care is a strange one. Filled with gentle touches and harsh protectiveness, Nevada’s most infamous mass murderer is nothing if not soft around you. You were a point of vulnerability for him, but one that he welcomed with open arms. He’d rather die than let something happen to you (and he’d be very willing to if it came down t it). Even if the threat isn’t incredibly violent, his main priority is your well-being, whether that be your physical or mental health. Perhaps this is why you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms, content that he’d keep you safe as you went home. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you and you knew it. After all, he loves you beyond belief, just as you do him.

- [SANFORD] -

As one of the few people in Nevada who actually has a semi-intact family in his life, Sanford knows the true value of having close relationships with your parents and/or siblings. However, he realizes that your family is also the people who can cause you the most suffering. They know every little button to press to get a reaction, and it's only elevated to a more painful level if they don’t accept you for who you truly are.

In all likelihood, you’ve confided to him before about your familial situation, and what he heard both depressed and angered him. How anyone could be so awful to you is just beyond him; you’re one of the nicest people he’s had the pleasure of coming across and he wouldn’t trade you for everything, why would your family do you so much harm purposefully?

The feeling of disgust only festers with each time you tell him about another one of your family's abusive actions towards you, and he honestly considers just suggesting you cut them off. They don't deserve to have someone like you around them, just as you don't deserve to be mistreated for something as simple as your gender identity. You don't need to justify who you are to them, and the fact that they badger you about it and degrade you is enough to make his blood boil.

You probably don't see your family that often anyway, cause once you two got together he was fully willing to just get a place with you away from anywhere having to do with them. The further the better. (The last thing he wanted to happen was for them to encounter you when you went out for groceries or ran errands. More distance meant more safety from them, after all.)

It's not that he wants to isolate you or anything like that, and really you're free to do what you want, he just doesn't want to run the risk of them hurting you more than they have already. As such, he’s hesitant to even drive you to visit them, to be completely honest. You don’t deserve to be put in a potentially abusive situation, but if you have to be around your family for whatever reason, he insists on accompanying you.

He holds your hand the entire way there, throwing you soft looks to gauge your mood and running a thumb over your knuckles when he sees your nervous posturing. He hopes that his reassurance will help in some way, even if he's also dreading encountering your family.

He's tense at your side the moment you both walk through the door to your family's home, putting himself between you and any family members as he oversees your interactions. Most would feel threatened by his posturing; it’d be quite obvious that he’s acting as sort of a sentinel for you, and having someone like him as a protector should be a deterrent to any awful behavior. Lest they end up suffering some harsh consequences for their actions.

But of course, this doesn’t stop some people. Perhaps they just walked in and saw you, thinking you were on your own and taking it as an opportunity to slew some abuse at you, completely oblivious to the fact that your partner was just across the room. Or maybe they were just ignorant enough to believe your partner wouldn’t protect you from them.

However, they’ll notice and realize the reality of the situation soon enough. It’s impossible not to when they open their mouth to make a disparaging comment about you and are met with a painfully tight grip on their shoulder and the broad form of your boyfriend looming over them.

You'll notice that their abusive remark is cut off by a sharp squeak, and turn to see them looking almost sickly with fear at your boyfriend. The same whose glare seems to darken when they have the nerve to send a pleading glance towards you to make him stop, as if they're not the one who tried to verbally attack you in the first place.

No matter, he'll helpfully twist them around so he's all they see instead. (Quickly too, since he hated the way you seemed to freeze when they tried to make eye contact with you.) The perpetrator is terrified to their core since they know very well about who he is, but the short apologies they try to stammer out don't quell any of Sanford's anger at them. It's not him they should be apologizing to.

He'd even consider forcing them to right that moment if he couldn't read you as well as he does. He knows from your shaky motions and quick glances back at him that having any prolonged contact with them would probably just risk upsetting you more, and besides, what kind of a partner would he be if he brought his boyfriend's abuser closer to him?

Despite this, he won't let go of them. He's almost like a guard dog that's latched onto someone, unwilling to let them move a mere inch away as you go about your business. While you're distracted, he'll even lean down to get uncomfortably close to your family member to give them a bit of a warning, silently delighting in how they jump at his sudden movements.

"You aren't gonna say another fucking word to him, understand?" He hisses, "None of this shit about you not understanding that he's a man - cause that's what he is, dumbass. You can fuck off if you think I'll just let you insult him like that, or I'll make you wish you knew better."

They nod frantically, and he gives them a sardonic, if not outright threatening grin. Just in time too, as you turn back to them with some personal belongings gathered in your arms. You don't look at your family member when you approach, but Sanford's quick to disregard them as well once you're a meter or two from them. (He doesn't want you to have to be too close to them, anyway).

He gives their shoulder one last squeeze, threatening to pierce their skin with his claws before he lets go and returns to your side. You find it slightly amusing that he insists on wiping his hand off on his pants before he holds yours again, and as you exit the building he makes a joke about not wanting any "filth" to touch you. It makes you smile a bit, which relieves him.

He has a thoughtful look on his face as he helps you into his truck, one he always seems to get whenever the topic of your family comes up. You give him a few questioning glances, silently prodding at what's eating away at him as he seems to mull over something for a moment. He then turns to you, giving you a warm smile.

“I’m really proud of you, you know? I don't know how I'd be if my family pulled something like that with me," he remarks, giving you a playful glare when you shrug and avert your eyes, already beginning to formulate some sort of retort to his praise.

"I mean, I didn't do very much-"

"Not this time, I guess, at least not physically. But you've dealt with their shit for years, so I'd say you're stronger than you think you are." He states simply, a tone of finality in his words. Under no circumstance would he let you downplay or disregard your own feelings and role in this; so what if you didn't want to get in their face as he would? Physical confrontations aren't everything, especially when he's half sure those pigheaded people in your family wouldn't change with or without them. The point was that you're perfect just as you are, and you don't need some dumbasses who don't know anything to make you doubt that.

You understand as much when he leans over to give you a quick kiss on your temple, whispering so before leaving another peck on your cheek and pulling back. For that simple moment, your anxiety is quelled. Funny, how something as common as Sanford giving you affection could calm you down so much. The love he has for you is pure and nearly overwhelming sometimes; it fills you with a warmth so comforting, and a feeling of gentle reassurance you don't know how you went without before. And you knew it was the same for him.

For now, though, Sanford thinks he's got a bit of a solution to this issue (if you could call it one). He's been thinking about it for a while, but now that he's seen firsthand the quality (or lack thereof) of people in your family, he doesn't think it's going too fast. At least, he hopes you won't think so either.

Your attention is caught again when he mutters your name, and you look over to see him staring down at the dashboard, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he nervously clears his throat. It's weird to see him so nervous, but it's cute; it reminds you of when you first started dating and he was so anxious about being with someone seriously, least of all someone he admired so much.

"I know this might be too fast, but..you could, well, "join" my family, if you want. My mom's been asking about you, and they just really want to meet you, to be honest. Probably because of how I don't shut up about you," he laughs a little awkwardly, and you smile at how bashful he looks, brow quirking at the question. "They're not...like yours, and I know they won't screw with you like that. So..would you want to?" He looks hopeful as he eyes you, and you can see the slightest bit of apprehension in the way he shifts his hands against the wheel as he waits for your answer.

You hum in thought, genuinely considering the offer. Sanford's without a doubt the nicest guy you've ever met, and you don't think his family would be spoken about so highly by him if they weren't the same. Besides, there's no harm in meeting your boyfriend's family. However, there's a little something about the way he worded it that made you curious.

"Yeah, I'm down for that. All this talk about me joining your family is pre-tty interesting though, babe," you begin, a teasing lilt to your voice as you lean over the console to perch your chin on his shoulder. "You thinking about proposing?"

He sputters, face going red as you chuckle at him. He's quick to make a recovery though, nudging his elbow at you as he shakes his head to himself (he can't hide his own grin, despite this). You feel relaxed as you lean back into your seat, grateful for the distraction in light of everything else that happened that day.

Although, you don't make it entirely back to your seat before Sanford reaches out for your hand again. His larger hand returns to hold yours just as it was on the way to your family's place, and you can see a slight blush tinge his cheeks when you turn yours over to interlace your fingers. He only has a single real response to your teasing, but it's enough to make you double-take.

"That depends, would you say yes?"

#tw: violence #tw: transphobia #tw: verbal abuse #you're so sweet omg I cannot take it #I've never written anything like this so I hope these are alright #BUT if not please lmk so I can try putting together something else or altering them for ya. #I don't mind at all given the seriousness of this scenario <3 :) #transmasc reader #male reader #sanford x reader #hank j. wimbleton x reader #sanford #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #my writing

[madness-in-the-flesh]

If you write Hot Dog Vendor, maybe HDV headcanons? I steal bg characters from everyone so... 😈😈 It's okay if you cancel this request!!

Okay, sorry this took so long. I just genuinely did NOT have a fucking clue how to write Vendor. Like, I love them but there's not a lot about them </3 but here it is! Also sorry if this is a little shorter than my other ones.

Also Hot dog Vendor is going by they/them because no canon pronouns muhehehehe

Hot Dog Vendor Headcannons

GENRE - Romantic / Platonic

TRIGGER WARNING -  Manipulation, Murder, cannibalism, Delusions, Toxic mindsets, drugging

I don't have a solid idea on why or how they'd fall for someone, let along become a yandere but compared to most in Nevada. They are... manageable. I imagine them similar to a lovesick puppy. When they aren't working? They're following you around.

Probably gives you food, doesn't have to be hot dogs either, They'll adapt to fit your needs and will cook whatever you want! just... don't except it to be as good as the hot dogs. There IS a reason on why it's the only thing they sell.

Just enjoys giving you gifts in general! the way you light up when you see the wrapping paper and the gift they've spent some of their work wages on? it's all they want to see for the rest of their life. At least, until you may feel the gifts becoming particularly overwhelming. Especially, seeing as your not even that close.

Come visit them during work? They'll be positively swooning. Very delusional and while you might just be there for a hot dog on your break, they're convinced you MUST be here to see them! You must feel the same way right? Albeit just as strong!

They value you too much. But also may end up drugging you so you start to get addicted to their hot dogs and just to keep you coming back. You can never quite put your finger on it but those hot dogs sure do make you happy and fuzzy inside so you just can't help yourself!

Probably has a couple photos of you too, whether or not taken with your consent is another thing. Keeps them all tucked away so they can look at them during work hours. Pining for you and while paying attention to said hot dogs, Still also just... imagining a life with you and accidentally burning their hands because they forgot what they were doing.

If you play your cards right, they might just stay a little love sick puppy who's not a threat to anyone. Just clinging to you and giving you every little piece of love they can! only getting further and further into the delusion

While they aren't the jealous type, It can get ugly when someone pushes it too far in their books. They may not get their hands dirty: But they do know how to clean up and are often stuck in situations that involve everyone around them getting murdered. If they have a rival, They'll probably try to get them to come by the shop and hopefully get caught in the crossfire

Might even make a deal with Tricky, A very common customer: They'll offer him a bunch of hotdogs to track down and kill a certain fellow. Tricky, being Tricky, Won't even question it because why would he? He's got hot dogs to earn.

Then clean up: all evidence that they were ever murdered will be totally gone and then they'll lie about them leaving you, trash talking you behind your back. They were just an overall bad person and they couldn't tell you before the rival left because they were threatening

Not like the rival can do shit. They're dead and Hot dog vendor is alive. Dead don't talk but they'll make up an abundance of lies if it means you'll not only be upset that your supposed " friend " would say those things, but bad for them. They put up with all that and Hot dog vendor is STILL defended you against them after being threatened? All you can do is think about how much of a wonderful grunt they are! ( unbeknownst to you about the real story )

If they're feeling ESPECIALLY DEVIOUS. Maybe they'll get rid of body evidence via making it into meat for their hot dogs and selling it to everyone. Never you though, they care too much about you and know about the effects that consuming other grunts can have on people ( both physically and mentally for those who become aware ) and they'd never want to risk that with you. I mean... look at those bandit fellas.

#yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat #madness combat x reader #Hot Dog Vendor

[hangezoeenthusiast]

God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat 

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

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