#so if you're (understandably) terrified of this situation and know that you'll be panicking - know that the 911 operator will be on the line

[heybank]

umm so i wrote a little fic/blurb idk i don't think it's good but it's something that's been stuck in my head for a while with my own little oc named grace but her name is only mentioned a few times so it could totally be ignored and seen as reader.

anyway this is my first ever fic so please be kind to me and if you have suggestions or other fic ideas i'd love to hear them.

not proof read and lowercase intended.

and if you think it's awful please lie to me i'm fragile 😔

deny

you are a lover girl. a hopeless romantic, someone who dreams of finding "the one" and living happily ever after. kie often says you tend to fall in love a little with everyone you meet. you can't help it though, you have so much love in you, it feels like you'll burst at the seams if you don't share it with others.

you think you're in love with your best friend jj maybank. no one understands you the way the wild blond haired boy does. no one can communicate with you with just a single look the way jj does. no one makes your heart beat out of your chest and your tummy flutter the way his dimpled smile does, eyes crinkling at the corners, a slight sunburn on his nose because lord know that boy doesn't use the sunscreen you bought him.

so yeah you're in love with jj maybank but then yesterday a different boy kissed you. pope heyward, your other best friend, genius extraordinaire whom you thought was maybe in love with kie but no- he kissed you and you felt a tingle in your ever beating heart. heat filled your cheeks and your ears became fuzzy. that was a new feeling when it came to pope. it made you excited to explore because as much as you love jj, you don't think the boy would ever return your undying affection because your friendship meant too much.

----

you stood in the threshold of popes bedroom, gasp stuck in your throat, eyes wide and mouth open at the sight before you. you’re not sure how to process what you’re seeing.

before you on the bed that pope kissed you on not even 24 hours ago, is jj maybank, your closest friend, kissing the heyward boy.

so many emotions flow through you at the sight before you.

shock because not once has jj; or pope for that matter mentioned or even hinted that they liked men- or each other. then again, jj has always liked beautiful people and pope is certainly that.

sadness because you and pope had literally just kissed. maybe you were naive to think a simple kiss meant something more to the boy, but it was pope, you don't think there's a mean bone in his body. then again you’ve always been too much of a romantic, too blinded to really see what’s in front of you. blinded by your want and need to be loved that perhaps you create situations in your mind that you interpret as reality? maybe you need to contact your therapist again. you're sounding even more delusional than before.

lastly, you feel jealousy. the angry green monster rumbling around in your tummy, making its way up your throat. you’re not sure what exactly is making you jealous because the image of the two boys kissing is surely confusing. are you jealous because pope is kissing another person who isn’t you? a part of you is jealous because he’s kissing jj. or maybe it’s that jj is kissing pope or that maybe they’re kissing eachother and they're not kissing you? you're not sure at this point. dear diary jealousy is a disease babes, and you are infected.

you must have made a noise because next thing you know, the two boys are pulling apart, a string of spit still connecting them and for a second your love rattled brain is jealous of it. the spit that is, because deep down you’ve always known that you wanted them both… to be the one to connect them. you feel slightly crazy being jealous of spit.

jjs face goes beat red and then flushes pale, like a ghost. he looks terrified and like he might vomit all over the floor in a second.

“grace!” popes panicked voice reaches your ears but they’re still kind of ringing from the shock of seeing your supposedly straight best friends kiss.

in your heartbroken haze you wonder if you're being a bad ally right now. you love the gays you swear! you just never pictured pope and jj as being a part of the gays ™.

you clear your throat, “jb and kie are waiting for us downstairs. we were going out on the boat today, remember?”

you try and say that as gently as possible because jj still looks like he’s going to pass out and pope isn’t much better.

popes hands are shaking as he reaches for you and a part of you wants to pull away but you’re not mean. you’ve never been mean so even if your feelings are hurt you’ll always put your best friends feelings above your own. and it looks like pope needs to touch you. maybe to hold your hand and reassure him you’re really standing there, witnessing something that you probably shouldn’t have.

so many emotions flicker through popes eyes. you can’t really see his blush but you’re sure if you touch his face it would be hotter than the sun.

pope grabs your hands in his shaking ones. you can feel how clammy they are and you hazard a look back to jj who has yet to even move. you’re a little concerned he’s gone into shock.

you let out a soft sigh and smile at the boys, a smile that is mostly genuine.

you squeeze popes hand and make eye contact with the panicked blonde boy on the bed.

“it’s ok jj. i won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” you speak kindly, as if you’re talking to a scared feral cat.

you only see jj swallow hard. “for what it’s worth, i understand the appeal... wanting to kiss pope and all.” you tease hoping to cut the obvious tension in the room. you feel like you're the one choking now.

jj and pope both let out huffs like they’re afraid to laugh but also relieved you’re not upset.

“you’re not mad?” jj croaks like he still has a frog lodged in his throat. he looks at you with soft wonder, like you’re the best thing in his life. his stare makes your tummy flutter.

“of course not. you guys are my best friends. i only ever want you to be happy!” you reply honestly. jj deserves happiness after the shit life he’s been dealt. he deserves good things and if you have to set aside your feelings in order for him to have good things then by golly you’ll do that.

“grace, about yesterday-“ pope starts off,

“don’t worry buddy, already forgotten.” you cut him off. hopefully saving him the strife of having to apologize to you about the kiss and saving you the embarrassment of him telling you he regrets your kiss. you don't think you could survive hearing that out loud.

you march over to jj still holding popes hand, effectively dragging the boy with you. you throw your arms tightly around jjs neck and after a heartbeat, jj returns your hug. you move your head to look at pope and nod at him, encouraging him to join the hug.

“now c’mon. you know how pissy jb gets when he’s made to wait” you giggle.

you lead the boys out of popes room and home and into the twinkie without giving them an option of saying no.

“finally! i thought y’all died or something. what took so long” john b huffs in exasperation.

“my fault jb!” you quickly chirp so the boys don’t have to panic and think of a lie “pope showed me the new book he got and it’s my favourite and i starting gushing and you know me i can’t shut up and… well i forgot why i went up to get them in the first place” you giggle with a sheepish smile.

“you’re so lucky you’re cute, grace” kie laughs teasingly.

you see pope and jj making eye contact. you have a feeling you might need to play therapist for them soon. pope doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings without beating around the bush and well, jjs favourite thing to do is deny deny deny.

actually, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do too! deny you have feelings for pope. deny you have feelings for jj. deny you ever saw them kiss and deny that them kissing only upset you because you weren’t a part of it. deny that a part of you enjoyed it. deny that your feelings matter in this situation and deny that if given the chance, you’d love to be in between a beautiful jj maybank and pope heyward sandwich.

yep, deny deny deny. this is gonna be a long freaking summer.

#jj maybank #kiara carrera #obx #outer banks #pope heyward #jj maybank x reader #pope x reader x jj #jj maybank x oc #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x oc #john b routledge #my fic #obx fanfiction #obx fic

[breadqueen95]

hi i love your eren insomniac au so much 😭💛 may i request for a modern au eren x reader (fem/gn) - where eren stands up for the reader from being disrespected by toxic parents? more of like a comfort hc? don’t worry if you are unable to, thank you so much for reading this & putting in so much effort to ur writing <3 have a great day lovely !!

oh my gosh thank you!!!! it's one of my favorite hcs i've written so I'm so happy you like it too! and thank you the most for being here and saying such kind things, it means a lot to me

but FUCK YEAH i can do that for you!!! i'm sorry if this is a situation you have to deal with :( i have my own set of toxic parents so i know how hard it can be. i hope this helps, even just a little <3

kind of turned into a whole ass fic???? i'm so sorry about that lol i hope it's okay!

CW: anxiety, depression, slight ptsd, heavy themes of toxic parental relationships, body issues

modern!Eren Jaeger x fem!Reader

Before

Eren knows about your family. He's known, or at least suspected, from those very first few weeks of getting to know you. He has his own issues with his dad - even though everyone's situation is different, he's come to learn how to recognize those long lasting scars in other people. It hurts him beyond belief that he can see those scars in you, his favorite person.

It was even harder seeing how deep those scars go once you two began your relationship. It took awhile for Eren to help you understand that his love for you wasn't transactional. It wasn't conditional. It didn't depend on the size of clothes you wore, or how many achievements you could tack onto your resume. That you didn't have to walk on eggshells every waking moment just to make sure you didn't misstep. He just loves you. You're still learning that, and trying to show him the very same kind of deep and unyielding love for him.

Even so, Eren has his mom. Carla has been able to show him nothing but pure and unconditional love from before he can remember - a stark contrast from Grisha. He was able to start healing and separating himself from that toxicity from a young age, and hasn't really spoken to him since. Your situation is different - both parents, both different yet similar brands of harshness, both still in contact.

It's complicated. He knows it is. You've even said it yourself.

Doesn't stop him from being so, so gentle with you. From waking up every morning ready to protect you and remind you how much he loves you. It started like that from the very first minute he lay eyes on you, when he knew instantly how much he was going to love you, to now, and every moment to come.

So when your parents kept insisting they had to meet him, Eren tried to convince you that it wasn't that important. That they could try and do this over FaceTime first, test the waters a little bit.

You honestly didn't want to share him with them at all. He's such a sacred part of your life, something so good and pure and wonderful. You're scared that if he sees where you come from, just how bad it can get with them, he'll leave.

You're always terrified that you'll scare him off.

You tell him so one night, as you're wringing your hands together, panicking after yet another passive aggressive text about meeting Eren. It stresses you out more and more every time.

Eren doesn't say anything at first. Just wraps you up in his arms. Pulls you against his warmth. Cradles you against his broad chest, stroking every part of you he can reach with a featherlight touch.

"Baby," he croons, "there's nothing you could show me that could scare me off."

Your stomach swoons every time he calls you that. Can't be helped. He giggles a little at the stutter in your breathing with the pet name, but doesn't poke fun at you just now.

"You're already so goddamn patient with me," you whisper shakily, his name for you unable to sway you from anxiety, "I just don't--"

"I love you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "I will always love you. I just want you to feel safe and happy, and I'll do everything I can to make you feel that way. Got that?"

Despite the tears filling your eyes, you smile bashfully and hide your face in his neck, leaving thankful and affectionate kisses all over his warm skin.

Okay, so maybe you could do this. You have Eren.

During

After much hounding from your parents, you and Eren find yourselves standing outside the door of your parent's house. You've got a plate of brownies in one hand and Eren in the other. He runs his thumb over your knuckles rhythmically in a way that grounds you. In his other hand, he holds a bouquet of flowers for your mom, ever the gentleman. Carla raised him right.

Everyone's all smiles at first. Eren's impressed; he knows how scared you are, how nervous, but you're putting up a good front. But the more he thinks about it, the more your skill at hiding how you're feeling makes him sad. You've clearly had a lot of practice.

Your parents are showing the good parts of them. You've explained to Eren how there are good memories with them; they can be so loving, so kind. And right now, they're welcoming you home and Eren into their lives with open and loving arms. They're asking Eren all kinds of questions about his life and his interests. Asking about your relationship, how you met, things like that.

It starts to fall apart during dinner.

Eren can see that you've gotten a little more comfortable. Your shoulders aren't as tense, breaths coming a little easier. It's easy for him to understand why you're at war with yourself constantly over how you feel about them.

Then somehow everyone ends up on the subject of something you're passionate about. Eren, for one, is thrilled. Watching you talk about the things you love is one of his favorite activities. Your eyes light up in the most breathtaking way, and your smile is downright infectious. He could listen to you for hours.

"Oh boy, here we go," your mom sighs from one end of the table.

Just like that the spell is broken. Eren has a front row seat as he watches your face fall, your voice cutting off into heavy silence. Your brows knit together as you look down at your plate.

"You're obsessing again," your dad adds with a patronizing laugh.

Eren looks up and in between your parents. They laugh, looking at him as though trying to include him in whatever sick joke they think they're making.

He looks back at you. You're masking it for now, but your hands are clenched in the tightest fists he's ever seen under the table. He reaches under the table and takes the hand closest to him, and ever so gently, tries to coax your fingers open. Trying to get you to let him in.

"Sorry," you say with a self-deprecating laugh, "I know I can get carried away."

Eren's heart shatters. He doesn't know how many times you said this, mostly in the beginning of your relationship and in group settings. You're always so convinced that no one wants to hear you talk, so you end up apologizing for it.

Now he sees it. Where it comes from.

Schooling his face into a friendly expression despite his rage, he squeezes your hand, saying, "No, keep going, I love hearing you talk."

"Nah, it's okay," you shrug nonchalantly, before changing the subject.

The way you're squeezing his hand begs him to drop it. So he does.

But then it keeps going.

You reach for a second helping of something, and your mom says, "How are you still hungry?"

You don't end up getting that second helping.

You make a joke about something, wrinkling your nose in that cute little way he loves so much.

"Yeah, don't tell your coworkers that one," your dad adds in.

Eren has to watch your beautiful face fall.

You're talking about how many long hours you've worked recently, how tired you are.

Cutting you off, your mom jumps in about how hard she works. Very much indicating there's no way you can be more tired than her.

Eren sees you breaking under the weight of it all. His sweet, fiery, passionate girl, reduced to whatever palatable version of you your parents find acceptable. They've tried to make poking fun at you a bonding activity ever since he stepped into their home, and despite his stone faced reactions, they just keep going.

He has to get you out of here. His protective instincts are raging at him to just get you out.

But your mom insists on pictures. So you pose together. Full group picture first. Then one of you and Eren. Eren tries to pour every ounce of love he has into the way he holds you, but he can feel you shaking. He wants to scream, but he pastes a smile on his face instead.

Then it happens.

"TTI, sweetie."

What the fuck? What does that mean?

Then, like a soldier responding to a command, he feels you suck in your soft tummy to the point where he wonders if it's painful.

"Sorry, what does that mean?"

Eren tries to ask in what he hopes is a joking manner, but you can hear the barely suppressed anger just underneath.

"Tuck Tummy In," your mom explains with a lighthearted smile, "now smile--"

"Why would you say that to her?"

He doesn't even try to hide his outrage this time. Eren, a normally very expressive person, has spent the entire night burying his need to put the people hurting you in their place. Now he's had it.

"Eren, it's fine--"

"No, it's not," he seethes, curling his fingers around your waist in a vice grip.

Your parents are silent. No one's ever called them out like this before. You've tried to have discussions with them in the past about things like this, approaching it in a very calm, polite manner, but it always ended badly.

"There's nothing she has to fix about herself to look drop dead gorgeous for a picture. Nothing."

"It's just something we say--"

"Not anymore it's not. Not when I'm here."

You're ready for the yelling to start. You flinch, curling yourself closer into Eren's side. A kneejerk reaction cultivated by years of emotionally volatile parenting. Eren tightens his arm around you. He might be ready to go to war on your behalf, but he's gonna make sure you feel safe at the same time.

Your dad steps forward, a self righteous glare on his face as he looks at Eren.

"You don't speak to my wife that way--"

"Oh, you mean the way you've spoken to your daughter the entire night?"

Heavy silence fills the room. Eren worries that he's gone too far, but then he feels you press even closer to him. If you were upset, you'd be putting distance between you two.

Your parents look at you, expecting you to come to their defense, but you don't. You won't.

"He's r-right," you whisper shakily, "I've told you before how the kinds of things you've said tonight make me feel."

Then, like clockwork, your mom gets misty eyed. Your dad gets stern, condescending, and loud.

"I just wanted a nice night."

"Look at how you made your mother feel."

"I guess we're just the worst parents."

"We'll talk about everything soon," you murmur politely, reaching down to lace your fingers together, "but Eren and I are going home now. Thank you for dinner."

As you go to lead Eren out of there, he tugs you to a stop. You turn and look at him quizzically, wondering what else he could possibly say to them (not that you're complaining). He gives you the sweetest of smiles, the one he reserves just for you. It's the one that says, Don't worry baby. I've got you.

"Since we've already gone there, might as well add some things for the record," he says as he turns around to face them, his hand still holding yours.

"Number 1, it's a goddamn privilege to listen to her talk about anything she wants. For as long as she wants. Anyone who's in the room when she decides to share her passion should count themselves lucky."

Tears gather in your eyes. The happiest of tears.

"Number 2, there are days when I barely see her eat a thing. Those are the days she tries to make herself as small as possible, shrink in on herself. Today was a good day. You took that from her and you should be fucking ashamed."

You start to smile, so in love with this man. Even as your dad starts to raise his voice at Eren's cursing.

"Number 3," Eren says assertively, silencing him, "her belly, the one you shame her for, is one of my favorite parts about her."

Your parents are silent. They stare at Eren in shock, not daring to believe someone could call them out on behaviors they've refused to acknowledge for so long.

Eren turns back to you, green eyes shining with love, and says, "Ready to go?"

You nod. He wraps an arm around you to tug you into him, and leads you out of the warzone.

After

When you and Eren first get in the car, doors slamming shut behind you, he's instantly apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, I let my emotions get the best of me. I never should've gone that far--"

You cut his words off by kissing him, trying to pour every bit of gratitude and love into the way your lips move against his.

The kiss ends, but you stay close to him, resting your forehead against his.

"I'm gonna have a hard time tonight," you warn, your entire body trembling with the emotional aftershock of your confrontation. Once the adrenaline wears off it'll be even worse.

"I know," he whispers, kissing your nose lightly, "it's okay. I'd be more worried if it wasn't."

He goes to pull away so he can start the drive home, his protectiveness ever pushing him to get you to a safe place, but you stop him. You place both hands on his face to bring him back to you, kissing him softly again. You open your eyes, meeting the vivid green of his, and you fall even more in love with him.

"Thank you. For keeping me safe."

"I'd do anything for you."

He says it so simply. So factually. He leans forward to kiss you once more, then finally tears makes himself pull away so he can start the car.

As Eren starts the drive down the sleepy residential street, he keeps one hand on your knee, making smoothing circles on your skin. You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth, kissing his loving fingers, before setting it down again.

"I love you so much," you say.

"Love you more," he answers.

*******

And that night is bad.

The hurt sets in and pulls you under. Your self-esteem, already so fragile, seems to break apart from under you. You feel meaningless and empty.

That's what happens when the people who're supposed to love you the most reduce you to a shell of a person. When they work tirelessly to smother every part of what makes you you. When they dampen that fire that keeps you going, gives you purpose.

It's what they've been doing all your life.

But now you have Eren.

The darkness doesn't feel as all encompassing as it has before. He doesn't let you isolate yourself, knowing it's your self-destructive instinct to do so. Eren keeps you close to him, the best comfort there could possibly be.

He gets you out of the clothes you trapped yourself in to impress them, getting you into a hot shower with him so he can wash your hair for you. He holds you close under the hot stream of water, kissing every inch of your skin he can reach.

Afterwards, Eren dresses you in the most comfortable clothes he can think of. The ones he's seen you happiest in. It just so happens to be one of his t-shirts and a clean, comfortable pair of underwear.

Eren doesn't think he's ever seen you more beautiful.

He curls up with you on the couch, turning on your favorite comfort show to try and distract you. He holds you as close as he can, enveloping you in gentle touches and soft words.

You don't have the words to process everything that happens tonight. Eren doesn't expect you to. He just holds you, showing you how much he loves you. How much he values you. How he can't live without you.

As you climb into bed with him that night, Eren sees you poking at your belly, mouth twisting in distaste.

He reads you better than anyone in the world. Even in the darkness of your bedroom, he can feel how unhappy you are. He can practically hear the hurtful words you hurl at yourself in your head.

So he rolls on top of you, settling himself so you're nose to nose. You look up at him with big eyes, and Eren can't help but smile. He leans down and kisses you.

"You're so gorgeous, y'know that?"

You roll your eyes, and you open your mouth, ready to brush off his statement. But he keeps going.

"I'm so serious," he says with a laugh, "I can't even pick which part of you I love the most."

He bends down to kiss you again, his unbound brown strands acting as a curtain for both of you.

"There's this part," he murmurs as he kisses you again.

"Then there's this part," he whispers, bending down farther to kiss your neck. You sigh, reaching up to weave your fingers through his soft hair.

He presses an open mouthed kiss to your collar bone, whispering against your skin. You can't even process what he's saying anymore. The way he kisses you is enough to make every thought leave your brain.

Then somehow he's slithered down to where his face is level with your stomach. You pull it in self-consciously, trying to tug him back up to eye level, but he stubbornly stays right where he is.

"Now right here," he murmurs huskily as he lifts your shirt, "is my absolutely favorite part of you, pretty girl."

Eren's not lying. He's shown how much he loves your tummy before. He wraps his long fingers around your waist on either side, dipping his head to kiss the soft skin he loves so much.

You simply lay back and let him love you, tired of fighting it tonight. You revel in the way he adores you so honestly, so openly, so unconditionally.

Both of you know it'll never be easy, not with your histories. But Eren showed tonight that he's willing to march into battle for you to keep you safe, to prove to you how important you are.

You love him. He loves you. Even when your family makes you doubt your worth, that'll never change.

***

Writing this was like therapy. Hope it was okay <3

Request here

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren headcanons #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #comfort fic #aot headcanons #modern au eren #jenna writes #he's my rotten soldier #my sweet cheese #my good time boy #no but seriously in a modern au he would be so sweet

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Could I request a scenario between Slenderman and an S/O who is deathly afraid of thunderstorms. Like, curl up into an unresponsive, shaking ball, balling their eyes out in a corner, covering their ears afraid.

Like maybe he is looking for them but can't find them, then he does...

I am gonna stop typing so this does not end up too detailed :'D

- 🐺

This just turned into a big long comforting Slender ramble so I hope you enjoy it

Slender is used to helping out with those that can't handle thunderstorms, after all, EJ is quite terrified of them as well, hiding away and seeking shelter in quiet places to avoid them, so Slender can understand the sentiment behind all of it. However, Slender wasn't expecting you to just up and disappear after the first crack of thunder rang through the air, and it had him incredibly worried and panicked.

What if you were stuck somewhere? What if you were too scared? What if something ended up happening to you, and he wouldn't be able to get to you? Slender works his way quickly and efficiently through the mansion in an effort to find you. He ends up using his powers, tracking you down through that and finding you in your room, curled up into a ball in your closet. His heart tugs uncomfortably at the sight of you, wound up so tight, shaking with tears streaming down your face, cries slipping out of you. It's almost too much for him to handle.

-

"You'll be alright, my dear." His tone is soft and comforting, lilted with a comforting sort of magic only he has, allowing you to relax a bit more. 

He scoops you up into his arms, rising up and teleporting off with you, allowing you to snuggle into him and clutch onto him as you go, comfortingly nuzzling his head into you. The two of you end up on one of the lower floors of the mansion Underground, inside Slender's vault, the room he keeps all items of extreme importance and high classification, and the room he had comforting areas for you to rest in during times like this. The vault was an entire room in itself, and thick enough are far enough below ground to silence any booming sounds overhead. 

"You're safe with me, darling. Nothing can hurt you here. I won't allow it." He soothes you, resting with you in a small pile of blankets. You sniffle in response, clinging to him, and he grabs the nearest blanket, wrapping it around you before pulling you back into his chest.

He knows this is hard for you, that your reactions are out of your control, and so he does whatever he can to be a comforting presence for you, to help you feel more at peace, more relaxed, and more comforted while suffering through this. With the current lack of thunder sounding around you, you were already beginning to calm down, and so he kept coaxing you. He would stroke along your back and through your hair as he held you, and he would tell you stories, distracting ones of his past and all the things he's experienced to occupy your mind.

Eventually, you'll calm down and recenter yourself again. The storm outside will cease, and you'll be alright to go back upstairs, to return back to your life and resume your days. For now, however, Slender was perfectly content to put everything on hold, just so he could be there for you, make sure you're alright, make sure you know just how loved and safe you are with him. 

There are days like today, however, where he tells you so many stories, one that gets long and boring and far too intricate, and his deep, soothing voice lulls you into sleep. You snuggle into him like you are now, breaths coming out of you slow and even, your hands still weakly gripping onto him, and he'll chuckle lightly, patting your head gently and simply laying with you for a while. It's not often he gets to spend time with you, and so, regardless of the situation, he'd do whatever he could to be around you. After all, he loved you more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to make sure you knew that, to make sure you have everything you need. 

As the storm continues raging on overhead, Slender even finds himself growing a bit sleepy, and with you in your current state, decides... Today is a day for rest, and so, the two of you lay like that for a while, sleeping away the storm, and resting in each other's embrace.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta scenario #slenderman #slenderman headcanon #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x reader #slenderman scenario

[fifteenth-entity]

hi person I definitely do not know, choose the number 22 now let's see what you got

*cracks knuckles and neck*

everyone, meet my arch fucking nemesis.

one day, while we were in a literature workshop i think, we promised each other we'd write a character analysis of each other. we're both too scared to do it, but i will make a stand and this will be like... a hint of that. a teaser of what could be. an idea.

I don't exactly know where to start so I'll just pick a random point: I said previously that I visit Rei's house the most. That's because I practically live at Dee's house. It became so bad we eventually started going to uni together. It became a meme. and for good reason.

Dee is the most terrifying person you will ever see, but then you'll talk with them for 15 minutes and if you do end up clicking, you'll discover that there's nothing to be afraid of. They're very sweet, but so extremely introverted. Im an archeologist and they're ancient ruins which I KNOW exist and i WILL be digging them up.

but this person. this specimen. this creature. this eldritch entity. honestly man, i dunno what to say, other than this guy (gnc) is one of my best fucking friends and i am so happy about that. this BRAIN. they are genuinely the most fun to discuss shit about. like theyre one of the few people where i will rave about my special interests and they will rave about theirs and we will be having Fun.

speaking of raving about special interests, theyre one of the few neurotypical people with whom i genuinely feel heard and properly taken care of with. like so many of my acquiantances will just not understand the mental illness cocktail inside my brain, and dee doesn't either because they just don't experience it, but theyre one of the few people who will make accomodations for me without me even having asked and that is so noble of them.

also sorry for constantly talking about how hArD my life is. except when i say im dying or wanna kill myself. then im not sorry. i am a dramatic son of a bitch and you befriended me on PURPOSE.

also the ones that get it, get it, but creating an au with you has been one of the most fun experiences ever in my life. not only was it such a fun writing exercise (WRITERS CLUB WHO?) but i loved thinking with you and it was an excuse to spend time with you and no joke i would do it all over again and i WILL do it all over again you are extremely unsafe. and while our love languages clash, once we synced up and did parallel play perfectly, it was such... a safe environment. talking and planning an theorizing with them is fun as fuck. but chilling on their couch (aka my bed) while they play some strategy war game and i play breath of the wild and i listen to them rage at egyptians, mongolians, british, scottish, or whoever attacks their faction and theyre panicking about not having enough resources while i rapidly back away from an approaching lynel is so comforting.

drawing in the same room as them and explaining fashion trends while they explained the latest criminal minds episode to me was so fun. it was so safe. i will genuinely cherish every moment with them, and i massively appreciate them. I wont get into what the situation was, but i once had to run to their house at 12.30 am while carrying groceries in my pajamas, and i wouldd do that again, for any reason.

but also they BULLY me and i am being ABUSED. >:(

no bullying from me in this post tho, i already do a lot of that irl and i will not be stopping.

also i know you will never make your own post like this about me, dee, unless you're not a coward :)

#asks #friends #greetings-humans #'AM I BEING ROMANCED RIGHT NOW?' and 'I would give you my first born' are genuinely the most funny compliments ive ever received from #an aroace person thank you dee for that honor #but uh yeah uuhh who is this person oh noo stranger danger

[gloriabomfim]

Part 4: In 30 montages, Phobus acts like Acanda while Acanda acts like Phobus.

Montage 1: Phobus tries to act angry

[Phobus clenches his fists and attempts to look furious, but he can't hide his fear.]

Phobus (struggling): I hate it! I really do!

[Acanda watches, amused, and offers Phobus a reassuring pat on the back.]

Acanda: You'll get the hang of it, Phobus.

Montage 2: Acanda attempts to be scared

[Acanda tries to sound anxious and jittery, but his natural anger seeps through.]

Acanda (forcefully anxious): I'm Acanda, and… I'm so scared right now!

[Phobus, who is genuinely scared of everything, offers Acanda a supportive hug.]

Phobus (genuinely concerned): It's okay, Acanda. I know what real fear feels like.

Montage 3: Phobus and Acanda swap catchphrases

Phobus (trying to be angry): I'm Phobus, and I'm getting angry!

Acanda (struggling to sound scared): I'm so scared… of this switch!

[They both chuckle at the absurdity of their swapped catchphrases.]

Acanda: This feels strange, Phobus.

Montage 4: Acanda attempts to gain strength from anger

[Acanda tries to channel his inner strength from anger, but it's clear that he's not quite getting it.]

Acanda (with determination): I'll gain strength from… uh, anger!

[Phobus watches, curious, and encourages Acanda to keep trying.]

Phobus: You're getting there, Acanda. Keep fuming!

Montage 5: Phobus tries to run from perceived threats

[Phobus imagines harmless objects as terrifying monsters and screams while running away.]

Phobus (panicked): It's a… a killer dust bunny!

[Acanda, who usually enjoys a good chase, looks on in amusement.]

Acanda (smirking): Keep running, Phobus! You'll escape it eventually!

Montage 6: Acanda attempts to hallucinate scary creatures

[Acanda closes his eyes and tries to visualize terrifying monsters, but his imagination falls short.]

Acanda (disappointed): Why can't I see scary stuff?

[Phobus, who often hallucinates, tries to comfort Acanda.]

Phobus (sympathizing): It's okay, Acanda. Scary stuff isn't for everyone.

Montage 7: Phobus and Acanda switch their typical reactions

[Phobus tries to react to things with anger, while Acanda attempts to react with fear.]

Phobus (attempting to be angry): I hate it when it's sunny outside!

Acanda (nervously): That… that cute puppy looks really menacing!

[They both laugh at the ridiculousness of their swapped reactions.]

Acanda: Sunshine isn't so bad, Phobus.

Montage 8: Acanda and Phobus attend an anger management class and a therapy session

[Acanda tries to express his "anger" in a support group for anger management, while Phobus attempts to discuss his "fears" with a therapist.]

Acanda (trying to sound angry): I'm just so furious that the sky is blue!

Phobus (nervously): I… I think I'm scared of… um, puppies?

[Group members and the therapist try not to laugh, and both Phobus and Acanda realize the humor in their roles.]

Phobus: Maybe puppies aren't that scary after all.

Montage 9: Phobus and Acanda reflect on their personality swap

[Sitting together in a calm moment, Phobus and Acanda discuss their experiences during the personality switch and what they've learned from each other.]

Phobus (reflecting): It's been quite the adventure, Acanda. We've stepped into each other's shoes for a while.

Acanda (appreciating): And in doing so, we've discovered that anger and fear, while different, both have their places.

[They share a heartfelt moment of understanding and continue their journey, knowing that they can appreciate each other's unique qualities.]

Montage 10: Phobus and Acanda swap roles in a high-stress job

[Phobus tries to handle customer complaints with anger, while Acanda attempts to remain calm in the face of tense situations.]

Phobus (fuming): I hate it when people have issues!

Acanda (calmly): Let's find a solution together, shall we?

[Their colleagues find their swapped roles both amusing and strangely effective.]

Montage 11: Acanda tries to exhibit anger while playing competitive games

[Acanda joins a board game night and tries to get overly competitive, but his fear occasionally shows.]

Acanda (overacting competitiveness): I must win at all costs!

[Phobus, usually competitive, watches with amusement and tries to help Acanda channel his inner competitor.]

Phobus: Just keep focusing on the win, Acanda!

[They both end up having a fun, lighthearted game night.]

Montage 12: Phobus and Acanda switch roles as caregivers for a day

[Phobus takes care of a group of scared animals, while Acanda watches over energetic, rambunctious children.]

Phobus (calming the animals): It's okay, little ones. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Acanda (trying to control the kids): Let's try to keep things calm and quiet, kids.

[They both find appreciation in each other's caregiving styles.]

Montage 13: Acanda and Phobus switch their favorite relaxation techniques

[Acanda attempts to meditate with anger, while Phobus tries to embrace relaxation techniques associated with fear.]

Acanda (attempting to meditate): Inhale the rage… exhale the fury…

Phobus (nervously): Embrace the calming presence of… um, monsters?

[They both find their usual relaxation techniques more effective and comfortable.]

Montage 14: Phobus and Acanda swap roles as tour guides

[Phobus tries to lead an exciting, adventurous tour, while Acanda attempts to provide a tour focused on fear and caution.]

Phobus (energetically): Get ready for a thrilling adventure, folks!

Acanda (nervously): Watch out for the terrifying wildlife lurking in these parts.

[Tourists find the novelty in their tours amusing and educational.]

Montage 15: Acanda and Phobus participate in an anger management support group and a fear exposure therapy session

[Acanda tries to express his "anger" in an anger management group, while Phobus attempts to confront his "fears" during exposure therapy.]

Acanda (attempting to be angry): I just can't stand… people being too happy!

Phobus (nervously facing "fears"): Those cute, fluffy kittens… they're not that bad, right?

[Group members and therapists exchange amused glances, and Phobus and Acanda realize the humor in their roles.]

Phobus: Maybe kittens are… tolerable.

Montage 16: Phobus and Acanda try to swap their driving styles

[Phobus attempts to drive aggressively, while Acanda tries to drive cautiously and fearfully.]

Phobus (tailgating): Move out of my way! I hate traffic!

Acanda (overly cautious): Um, excuse me, sir, but… could you slow down a bit?

[Their attempts at swapping driving styles result in laughter from other drivers on the road.]

Montage 17: Acanda and Phobus switch their reactions to horror movies

[Acanda tries to act fearless and critique the movie's lack of scares, while Phobus reacts with genuine fear and screams at the screen.]

Acanda (nonchalant): This movie isn't the least bit terrifying.

Phobus (terrified): Aah! The popcorn… it's a monster!

[Their friends find their reactions amusing and enjoy their horror movie night even more.]

Montage 18: Phobus and Acanda attempt to switch their communication styles

[Phobus tries to speak with aggression and assertiveness, while Acanda attempts to communicate with fear and apprehension.]

Phobus (assertive): I demand you listen to me right now!

Acanda (nervously): Um, excuse me, if it's not too much trouble, could you maybe…

[They both find their usual communication styles more effective and comfortable.]

Montage 19: Acanda and Phobus reflect on their journey of swapping personalities

[Sitting together in a moment of peace, Acanda and Phobus discuss their experiences during the personality switch and what they've learned from each other.]

Acanda (reflecting): It's been quite a ride, Phobus. We've experienced each other's worlds for a while.

Phobus (appreciating): And in doing so, we've discovered that anger and fear, though different, have their own unique strengths.

[They share a heartfelt moment of understanding and continue their journey, knowing that they can appreciate each other's qualities.]

Montage 20: Phobus and Acanda swap roles as counselors at a summer camp

[Phobus tries to lead campers in scary stories around a campfire, while Acanda attempts to infuse fun and excitement into outdoor activities.]

Phobus (telling a spooky story): The haunted marshmallow… it's out there!

Acanda (enthusiastic): Let's embark on a thrilling nature scavenger hunt, kids!

[Campers enjoy the change in their camp activities and embrace both fear and fun.]

Montage 21: Acanda tries to embrace his inner rage while playing video games

[Acanda joins a video game competition and attempts to express anger during gameplay, but his fear occasionally takes over.]

Acanda (with forced frustration): I will… beat you, pixelated foes!

[Phobus, who usually enjoys competitive gaming, watches with amusement and tries to help Acanda channel his inner gamer.]

Phobus: Keep your eye on the victory, Acanda!

[They both end up having an amusing and intense gaming session.]

Montage 22: Phobus and Acanda switch their favorite leisure activities for a day

[Phobus tries to enjoy calm, nature walks, while Acanda attempts to participate in extreme sports.]

Phobus (appreciating nature): This serene forest is truly terrifying, isn't it?

Acanda (nervous during sports): Um, I feel like I'm flying… in a tornado.

[They both find appreciation in each other's chosen activities.]

Montage 23: Acanda and Phobus swap their reactions to surprise parties

[Acanda tries to act thrilled and excited during a surprise party, while Phobus pretends to be genuinely terrified.]

Acanda (overacting excitement): Oh, wow, a surprise party! I'm ecstatic!

Phobus (feigning fear): Aah! Balloons and confetti… the horror!

[Their friends enjoy the role reversal and the comedic reactions.]

Montage 24: Phobus and Acanda switch their preferred movie genres

[Phobus tries to enjoy romantic comedies, while Acanda watches horror films with an attempt to be brave.]

Phobus (watching a rom-com): Lovey-dovey stuff is absolutely infuriating!

Acanda (watching horror): These monsters… they're just misunderstood, right?

[They both laugh at the unexpected humor in their movie choices.]

Montage 25: Acanda and Phobus switch their preferred workout routines

[Phobus attempts calming yoga and meditation, while Acanda tries intense, anger-driven workouts.]

Phobus (struggling with yoga): Why can't I channel my inner serenity?

Acanda (working out furiously): I'm releasing my inner… um, fury!

[They both realize the comfort in their usual workout routines.]

Montage 26: Phobus and Acanda switch roles as customer service representatives

[Phobus tries to handle customer inquiries with fear and caution, while Acanda attempts to respond with assertive anger.]

Phobus (nervous): I, uh, understand your concerns and will try to find a solution.

Acanda (assertive): Look, you need to stop bothering us with these trivial issues!

[Customers are baffled by the role reversal, and they both share a laugh about it later.]

Montage 27: Acanda and Phobus try to adopt each other's pets

[Acanda takes care of Phobus's aggressive, ferocious dog, while Phobus looks after Acanda's timid, frightened hamster.]

Acanda (nervous around the dog): Um, easy, boy… don't bite me, please.

Phobus (with the hamster): It's just a little hamster… why is it so terrifying?

[They both find their pet-sitting experiences rather challenging and amusing.]

Montage 28: Phobus and Acanda attempt to switch their preferred forms of transportation

[Phobus tries to enjoy a serene hot air balloon ride, while Acanda attempts to drive an angry-looking monster truck.]

Phobus (in the hot air balloon): Why is the sky so terrifyingly high?

Acanda (in the monster truck): Get out of the way, puny cars!

[They both realize the comfort in their usual modes of transportation.]

Montage 29: Acanda and Phobus reflect on their journey of swapping personalities

[Sitting together in a moment of reflection, Acanda and Phobus discuss their experiences during the personality switch and what they've learned from each other.]

Acanda (reflecting): It's been quite an adventure, Phobus. We've explored each other's worlds for a while.

Phobus (appreciating): And in doing so, we've discovered that anger and fear, though different, both have their own quirks.

[They share a heartfelt moment of understanding and continue their journey, knowing that they can appreciate each other's unique quirks.]

#acanda #phobus

[suganovakawa]

two anons asked for more introverted and shy! reader .

Omg the headcanon w suga was so good TT I wanted to ask if you could do the same one with kags;-; 💞 like the introverted shy one

Oh my goooddddd the Suga one was so cuteeeee! Can I request the same one w kuroo? ;-; if not it’s totally fine!

and you know what ? i love this headcanon so much so i’m gonna do more of this . i hope you don’t mind i put both in one , it’s easier to post !

𝐒𝐇𝐘 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

karasuno and nekoma boys protect you because of your shyness !

— check out my masterlist !!

you being a shy introvert has never affected these boys’ feelings for you . if anything , they feel more obligated to keep you safe and protected ! these guys will do everything to make sure you’re supported and loved .

a / n : ehehehehe as a somewhat shy person myself i needed this

holy moly this came out so much longer than i originally planned , especially tobio’s — enjoy 😭

anyways ! if you want to be part of my general taglist - just ask ! and be specific if you want to be updated for certain things ( just headcanons , just scenarios , etc ) 🥺

tobio kageyama

both of you are extremely shy but somehow you make your relationship work perfectly

well , tobio isn't shy , per se - he's just extremely awkward

shoyo was literally the one who had to do most of the communication between you and him before you two became a thing

kags became brave enough to ask you out himself after countless weeks of psyching himself up for it

he was beyond thankful when you said yes , his confidence was boosted now that he conquered his fear of confessing to you

kageyama is very understanding of your shyness - he won't ever make you do anything you're uncomfortable with , and will always make sure you feel safe when you two are out together

as more of an introvert himself , he prefers to spend time with you in private , so it's a win-win situation for the two of you in that case

you love to cuddle with tobio when it's just you two - he's become accustomed to you just climbing on top of him whenever and just making yourself at home

hinata was the one who encouraged you to meet the rest of the volleyball team - kags hit him on the head when he mentioned it

" BOKE ! THEY'RE SHY ! BE CONSIDERATE OF THEIR FEELINGS ! "

" no , it's okay tobio !! i'd love to meet your team ! "

he said o-o ??

" really , y/n ? you'll come to practice to meet everyone ? "

" y-yeah ! i'm sure it's not too bad . and maybe i could watch you practice too , if that's allowed ? "

" OMG KAGEYAMA PLEASE LET Y/N WATCH US PRACTICE IT WOULD BE SO COOL TO HAVE THEM THERE WE SHOULD TOTALLY - "

" SHUT UP DUMBASS IT'S THEIR CHOICE IF THEY WANNA WATCH "

yes you wanted to watch , but working your way up to meet them was a terrifying experience

what if they didn't like you ?

you mentioned your fear to tobio after school , who shook his head with a smile

" they're going to love you , y/n . you'd be surprised with how accepting they are . hinata and i told you about our first day , right ? "

" yes , yes you did "

WOAH A BUZZ CUT GUY OPENED THE DOOR

you jumped behind kageyama as the bald guy started yelling at him about who knows what , you were too spooked to listen

shoyo was already at the gym , and noticed you hiding behind your boyfriend

" guys , guys ! that's kageyama's s.o. ! the one hiding behind him ! "

did hinata forget you're shy or something like wtf dude

you peeked out from behind kags , going pale as a whole sea of tall men stared right back at you

" everyone , this is y/n . y/n , this is my volleyball team . " taking you by the hand , tobio kept you close to him as he pulled you to his side

everyone collectively said hi , quietly to not overwhelm you

" damn kageyama , already cuffed as a first year , huh ? " this short dude with a blond tuft in front of his forehead patted him on the shoulder , and you watched as tobio struggled to reply , his cheeks going pink in embarrassment

you stayed away from the third years , as they had this powerful presence around them that intimidated you - especially that guy in the man bun , he's terrifying

you kept your distance from tsukishima , too - he's tall , sassy , and very scary

thankfully kiyoko was soft spoken enough to make you feel comfortable with being left with her - WTF WHO IS THAT INCOMING GROWN MAN HIDE

wait it's just the coach - NEVERMIND FALSE ALARM

you had never seen kageyama play volleyball until now - you heard about his middle school reputation , but he felt self conscious about it . so , you hardly ever brought it up in conversation

watching him in action was like falling for him all over again

the way he handled the ball so easily ; he could probably set in his sleep if he wanted to

and that quick attack - like damn , shoyo and tobio really are the dream team

after practice , WOOO BOY you were all over your him

practically gawking over everything you saw during practice - like DAMN , that setter is your boyfriend

you begged him to let you watch karasuno practice again , you'd end up warming up to the others eventually - you had him and hinata for support

he felt shy with how excited you were to watch him practice , but agreed to let you come to practice with him from now on

" tobio , you're so cool !! i wanna learn how to do the amazing things you do "

" cutie . i'd love to teach you sometime , y/n .

tetsurou kuroo

needless to say , tetsurou is anything but shy

how you managed to snag a catch like kuroo is beyond you

he likes - no , loves - your soft atmosphere , the peace that your presence brings him

he was literally a magnet to you in his quest of wooing you

the moment you even appeared in the same room for a second he’d end up right there with you

even if he was clingy in a sense , he respected your shyness and your boundaries , and would step away if he felt like you were uncomfortable with him

yes we stan gentleman kuroo anyway

eventually his charismatic tendencies and alluring charms got to you and you began to enjoy his company more and more

yes , you agreed to becoming his s.o. , only if he understood that you would be sometimes too shy to go out places with him

he didn’t care , he didn’t care if all you two did was stay at home — this boy was over the moon that you were now officially his

the first thing he did was brag to his team lmao

did i mention that nekoma was betting on him being able to get you ?

kenma and lev owed yamamoto yen for being kuroo’s only supporter BFHSJNFNF

yaku took it a step further and told tetsu to bring you here — to which he internally panicked

he wasn’t planning on introducing you to the others so early , you two were still trying to get in the groove of being in a relationship

but after being pestered by literally everyone else on the team , he finally gave in and agreed to ask you the next time he saw you

he sugar coated it to the max when he saw you the next day

“ y/n , my absolute darling , i know you said you’re a shy little cutie and all , but — ”

“ tetsu , please just tell me what you need from me . ”

LMAOOOO you can read the third year like a book ; he shut up immediately when you shot an eyebrow upwards

“ i wasn’t planning to introduce you this early but , the guys from my volleyball team want to meet you . today , after school , preferably . ”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“ baby , baby ! you don’t have to , i swear ! i’m not gonna push you to do anything you don’t want , they just want to meet you in person once , is all . you never have to go again if you decide to go only one time , i promise . ”

hhhhhhhhh why is tetsurou like this

“ fine , i’ll go today . i have nothing to do after school anyway . but after that , no more . i can only take so much , you know that . ”

he punched his fists in the air before snatching a kiss to your temple

“ thank you , baby ! you won’t regret meeting them , i promise . ”

it took a lot of psyching yourself up to actually go through with this

but kuroo looked so happy when you agreed , you didn’t wanna let him down :(

so you two met up after school — he was already with kenma

you already met kenma in the past , so seeing him didn’t bother you ; he was an introvert too so he understood how you felt

“ hi , y/n . i’m surprised you can keep up with kuroo the way you do . ”

“ it’s strenuous sometimes , but worth it . ”

aww look at you two bonding — even if it was at kuroo’s expense , he looked like he was about to explode in tears of joy

that moment of peace left the moment the gym doors bashed open — WHO THE FGIDKFK WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR

BIG SCARY DUDE WITH WHITE HAIR

“ KENMA KENMA KENMA KENMA CAN YOU PLEAAAAAAASE SET ME SOME BALLS ”

“ not now , lev . ”

oh my god he saw you

no turning back now

the so-called lev widened his eyes , his jaw dropped for a few seconds before running back into the gym

“ GUYS , GUYS ! HE DID IT ! HE BROUGHT Y/N ! ITS HAPPENING ! ”

kuroo appeared like a deer in headlights as you looked at him dumbfoundedly

“ tetsurou . what , and i mean what , is going on ? ”

you watched as someone much much smaller than him — you recognized yaku , he was your classmate — literally kick lev across the back , causing him to fall over

“ they’re a rowdy bunch , y/n . but they won’t lay a hand on you , i assure you . they’ve got much more bark than bite . if they even do have a bite . ”

kenma answered you before kuroo could ; he was blubbering away with incoherent excuses answers you couldn’t even understand

a dude with a mohawk came up to inspect you , and you screamed

tetsurou slapped him away , before wrapping his arms around you protectively

“ don’t go near y/n ! they’re very shy , so please be careful ! ”

this is so embarrassing you might just die

kenma and yaku made sure everyone else yamamoto and lev gave you personal space

once they were all settled down , you actually thought they were a nice bunch — it also helped to know that lev was a first year , it made him appear much less scary

kuroo insisted that you stay for practice , and after some pestering from him and the rest of the team , you agreed

watching them practice was not what you expected

where was tetsurou kuroo and what did they do to him

you didn’t even recognize your boyfriend as he took his rightful role as captain on the court , helping the others and giving pointers wherever needed

the others fell in place , too — watching everyone practice was totally different to how they acted before

you were actually mesmerized , watching them — you didn’t even realize practice was over until kuroo walked over to you and told you that it was over

“ i-it’s over already ? ”

“ yeah , baby . it’s done . did you enjoy it ? ”

“ yeah . . . yeah , i did . i enjoyed it a lot , actually ! ”

“ well , if you’re up for it , the manager spot is very much open . but you don’t have to take it , i know you said this would be the only time you’d come with me . ”

oh no no no you were not gonna miss a chance to be mesmerized like that again

“ y’know what , tetsu ? i want to be the manager . sign me up . ”

cue a screaming yamamoto and long legs lev jumping for joy as tetsurou grinned like crazy at your response

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #hq #karasuno #tobio headcanons #tobio imagine #tobio x reader #tobio kageyama #hq tobio #tobio #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #nekoma #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x you #kuroo testuro #tetsurou x reader