Forsaken characters x reader oneshots

by nothingyoucantakefromme

Summary:

a collection of forsaken characters x reader oneshots from my tumblr! (pureasdrivensnoww)

request on my tumblr! (https://pureasdrivensnoww.tumblr.com/)

request status: open as of 23/8/25

!! each chapter contains tws, I recommend you read them before reading the chapter! ty <3 !!

Chapter 1

Hey everyone! this is a forsaken x reader oneshots book, these oneshots are taken from my tumblr!

request on my tumblr: pureasthedrivensnoww

requests are open!

tysm, you may go on to reading

also keep in mind the characters MAY be out of character bc I don't know where to find their personalities other than playing the game and using the wiki facts about them. please don't jump me and if you know where to find info about the characters PLEASE let me know.

Chapter 2: Two Time x Reader

Summary:

genre: no clue, I wanted it to be angst but I think it’s js more like calm maybe??

word count: 294

not proof read!

It had been a daunting day. All the rounds had really tired you out and you just wanted to see your beloved partner.

You walked into Two Time’s cabin, expecting them to either not be there or probably sleeping. When you walked in you saw them sitting on the floor holding a photo you couldn’t quite make out from where you were standing.

You walked over to Two Time, kneeling down to look at the photo with them. You lean your head near their shoulder, not resting on it but being close enough that you easily could.

Two Time speaks up before you get the chance. “Azure. This photo was me and my ex partner Azure.” They explain.

“Azure?” You question. They nod.

“We were partners for a while, we both believed in the Spawn and stuff,” they say, their eyes not leaving the photo which had the other person (Azure)’s face crossed out and ‘glory to the spawn’ in Two Time’s handwriting.

You pause your train of thought, trying to find the right words to convey what you wanted to ask. “What…happened?”

“I stabbed him.” You flinch at the straight to the point words.

“Stabbed him?” You say, trying to hide your shock and slight fear and concern.

They nod, “it was before I got stuck here,” they say, not wanting to elaborate.

You want to ask more about this Azure but hearing Two Time’s tone and noticing the slight melancholiness you’d never heard from them the words die in your throat. You nod, “you don’t have to tell me, I don’t mind if you don’t.”

They nod, “sometimes. Sometimes I regret it...”

“Sometimes..?” You ask.

“Sometimes.” They confirm, their tone still carrying that same sadness mixed with slight regret.

Notes:

an: this is lowkey so out of character my apologies guys please don’t come for me 💔

tysm for reading and hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 3: Allergic (Elliot x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff I think

word count: 269

not proof read!

an: this is based off thg request I got a while ago on my tumblr

tysm for reading, hope u enjoy

The comforting smell of pizza baking is all you can smell even though the pizzas had just been put in the oven.

You and Elliot were cooking pizza. Or more like he was cooking and trying to teach you how to do the same while carefully watching you and trying to make the pizza he was making.

He was busy to say the least, watching the oven like it will explode if he even blinks. So busy that he almost forgot something important you had mentioned to him on or about your second date. Something he really should remember.

“Y/n?” He gently says. “Did you put oregano on the pizza?” You nod, carelessly as you put away the herbs and such you and Elliot had previously been using.

“It’s oregano you’re allergic to, right...?” He says, his tone bordering on nervous.

“Yeah, why?”

“And you put it..? Baby, you’re allergic. Won’t it kill you?”

You shake your head and try not to giggle. “I’m not that allergic, Elliot. Don’t worry.” You pause for a second. “Did I not tell you I wasn’t severely allergic? I can still eat it,” you add.

He pauses at that as well before leaning next to you against the counter. “I’ve not been using oregano for months for almost nothing?”

You nod, leaning closer in turn, moving your face closer to his. “I swear I told you.”

He shakes his head, “you did not.” He sighs before gently cupping your face and moving it closer to his.

“You’re just as annoying as that ten year old that’s always at my work.” He grumbles.

Notes:

an: sorry if that was ooc also I love Elliot sm can we tell yet? well, I love them all tbh ^^

Chapter 4: Subway (Elliot x Reader)

Summary:

genre: I wanted it to be angst and I think it is (still not good at telling what is angst).

word count: total: 455 Elliot: 229, Chance: 226

characters: Elliot and Chance (Chance is on the next chapter)

not proof read!

tysm for reading, hope u enjoy

Elliot let his tears fall. He liked you. No, loved you. And yes, people move on and even outgrow each-other but that doesn’t mean the gap in your heart that longs for the other person, reaching out and hoping they’ll want your heart again disappears. That’s how Elliot feels right now.

He shifts his position slightly, his arms cramping from holding his legs so close to his chest for so long. He doesn’t blame you for moving on. It’s unfair to blame someone for something like that but it still hurt. He really thought this relationship was going well, he considered it a stable thing in his life.

To top it all off, not only were you leaving him, you were leaving the state. You were getting away and he was hopeless. He couldn’t even plead for you to stay, finding the mere thought itself too pathetic to ponder on for more than a minute as he looked down at his arms which most of his tears had dripped down to.

His arms loosen their grip on his legs significantly. God. He misses you. And Gods does he still love you. He needed to move on, before it took over his thoughts more but he just couldn’t bring himself to it.

Sitting and crying seems more appeasing right now. Maybe more comforting than immediately trying to move on too.

Notes:

an: I think this was pretty in character, huzzah! at least I hope it was

Chapter 5: Subway (Chance x reader)

Summary:

genre: I wanted it to be angst and I think it is (still not good at telling what is angst).

word count: total: 455 Elliot: 229, Chance: 226

characters: Elliot and Chance

not proof read!

he/they used on Chance

an: Chance MAY be a bit out of character I will fix it in the morning

tysm for reading, hope u enjoy

Notes:

also I forgot to mention this last chapter, I am aware subway is about a girl by a girl, I kinda forgot that but it's okay.

Your words lingered in Chance’s mind, ‘move on’, you wanted to move on. ‘Move on’, not even break up. As if the relationship meant nothing to you, as if you were never even together.

You. The person he would daydream about marrying became someone he could only daydream about marrying. The thought of that stings more than the average in-love person thinks about.

He didn’t cry though. They felt as if he physically couldn’t, like any and all tears that could have possibly been in their eyes had been taken and sent somewhere else. Chance’s throat felt chalkboard dry with regret for just saying okay when you said you wanted to move on. He could have fought for you, they had every opportunity to.

So why didn’t they? God, why didn’t they?

He felt powerless. He had all this money but he couldn’t buy back your love if it still existed, if it ever did.

He hears a soft noise and turns his head slightly to look at the source.

“Not now, Spade.” He says to the rabbit, gently pushing them away.

They suddenly feel a pang of guilt in their chest for pushing away their beloved pet and stop fighting the rabbit’s comforting presence.

“You miss them too, right?” “Can’t be just me.” He mutters, choking back the few tears that threaten to leave them.

Chapter 6: Elliot x unserious reader

Summary:

genre: angst

word count: 444

not proof read!

request (from tumblr): Helloo!! Is it okay if i request for an Elliot x unserious reader fic? Like reader acts carefree and reckless (ex: taunting the killer which ends up in them targeting reader. Basically seeing the rounds as a game or joke) when in reality, they just do that as a coping mechanism because she misses her loved ones back home

response: heyy! tysm for the request. this is lowkey really sad. I’ll probably edit this later if I come up with anything else

tysm for requesting and hope you enjoy!

onto the fanfic now

The cold wind attacked at your skin over and over as you ran around the map for the third time in a row, mocking the killer over and over again, barely even stopping to catch your breath.

After stopping to catch your breath after not being able to fight the need for air anymore, you notice the killer getting close to you.

You met Elliot’s concerned eyes despite him knowing this is how you act. You use whatever stamina you quickly gained and run. You wordlessly say prayers to yourself that the killer doesn’t get you.

The killers always try to target you, due to you always insulting and mocking them. Most of the time you outrun them but sometimes your legs give out and you give up, when Elliot is near he throws you pizza that you seldomly accept.

When the killers kill you, when the rounds even you normally end up sitting in your cabin for a while.

Like you are now, sitting still on your bed after a normal but daunting round, you feel the warmness of your tears as they drip down your cheeks and onto your hands that sat in your lap.

Elliot silently opens the door and slips into your cabin, making his way to over to you and sitting next to your still form.

“Y/n. Please, stop doing this. They keep targeting you.”

You shake your head, trying to get words out but feeling your throat dry up the second you try.

“At least, take the pizza I throw at you. Please.”

You shake your head again, this time not being able to find the words.

“I…miss my family, my friends.” You sigh, hiding your head in your hands, desperate to not let Elliot see you anymore upset.

“I know. I miss my family and friends too. But mocking the killers so they target you won’t help, you know that. Why do you still do it?” He says, respecting your wish to hide your face from him, looking at your hands.

“To feel something I guess. I—don’t know…I’ll respawn anyways.” You say.

“Y/n. You don’t need to do that. If you want to feel something, talk to someone, talk to me,” he suggests, gently trying to coax you into talking to him.

You mumble a maybe. “Maybe someday, not now. I just want to be hugged.” You say, gently leaning closer to him as he wraps his arms around you just as gently. He sighs. You sigh as well though more quietly.

“Elliot?” You call. “Do you think we’ll ever get out of here..?”

He pauses, taking a deep breath, “don’t lose hope, Y/n.”

Notes:

an: this was posted on my tumblr a couple days ago but i don't even know if this is in character for elliot 💔

Chapter 7: Pure hatred (1x1x1x1 x reader)

Summary:

genre: only the gods know

character: 1x1x1x1

word count: 548

all pronouns used on 1x

tw: swearing

an: this was inspired by a photo I found on Pinterest, you can see the photo on my tumblr

You absolutely despised the personification of hatred. Why? To be fair you didn’t have much of a reason. You were a killer like 1x, sure, but you weren’t mean. Well, you still killed them so you were somewhat mean but you had to kill them and compared to 1x you made it painless.

You knew 1x was the personification of hatred but you didn’t think they’d be so aggressive so, you can imagine how horrified you were when you saw their way of killing the survivors. When you saw that was when your hatred for 1x appeared, before that you didn’t care too much for the killer, heck, you might have even liked them.

You were both friendly before that but you decided to distance yourself from him. You weren’t scared of him, no. 1x couldn’t really hurt you anyways so it wouldn’t matter if you were. You weren’t scared, disgusted or anything of the sorts so 1x couldn’t really tell why you suddenly didn’t like them.

So, naturally, the being of hatred decided to start, well, hating. You didn’t let her hating bother you, especially since you hated on him right back.

But as you watched the other killers do their rounds you realised you didn’t care how brutal they were, just how brutal 1x was. Which was weird because why would you care? Was it because you were somewhat close to 1x when you first arrived so compared to the other killers you actually cared about what they did? No..that wouldn’t make sense.

It was only when you were speaking to Noli about why you didn’t speak to 1x anymore did you realise what you were really feeling.

“Dude. You like them.” Noli tells you.

You scoff, 1x1x1x1. No, not him, “them? Of all people, them?”

“Y/n, think about it, what you’re talking about isn’t hatred.”

“Sure sounds like it.”

“It’s not. For the love of whatever God there is; think about it then talk to 1x.”

Talk? To 1x1x1x1, really? I mean, thinking about it, you didn’t really have much reason to hate them and your own real reason was something majority of the killers did and you didn’t hate them for it.

You stand up from your seat, the chair almost toppling over from how quickly you stood up, “I should probably talk to them.”

You say before your eyes flit over to the door frame only to be met with 1x’s glowing form leaning against it. Shit.

“I spoke to Noli about that same thing last week, interesting.” She says before calmly walking away, their white hair flowing behind them.

You look at Noli in pure shock and he shrugs, “I told them to get up from the couch and come here.”

“How did you know I was gonna say that?”

“I’m good at guessing and even John Doe could tell you that.”

“John Doe? Seriously? Was it that obvious?” Noli nods.

“To most people, yeah, I’d say so.” “So, you gonna go talk to them or what?”

“Should I? Shit, I probably should because if they spoke to you…” you trail off, finally putting the pieces together.

“Yep,” Noli shoves you. “Now go!”

You quickly scatter away, your mind racing with many questions like how can literal hatred like someone?

Notes:

an: this is so shit I apologise, also may have mischaracterisation of probably 1x but specifically Noli, I wasn’t bothered to check his wiki because he wasn’t the main focus in the writing

Chapter 8: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (Elliot x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff (I promise if I make a part 2 u will see why)

character: Elliot

word count: 377

inspired by an image on pinterest you can see on my tumblr

none of my work is proofread, I think I keep forgetting to add that!

request (from tumblr): Helloo!! It’s me again😈😈😈(sorry if i ever request too much😭)

Could I request another Elliot x reader? This time where reader yearns for Elliot but is too scared to confess

response: "hello, my fav anon! always amazing to write ur requests," I say while only having written one out of two (this is the second). but hello! love your requests and may make a part 2 of this (poll at the end) also the ending was inspired by an image on pinterest which I will show at the end in the an so you don't get spoiled! also idk if this is an author's note (an) but I'll count it as one

also I don't have a limit on requests, feel free to request as many as u want, I enjoy doing them! ^^

tysm for requesting!

You've loved Elliot for years, ever since before you got in this godforsaken place.

Heck, you've even died next to him and died for him and all of that was before you even thought about confessing.

You and Elliot were sitting, feet dangling off the edge of the dock near the main cabin as the two of you shared a comfortable silence. A silence that for some reason you longed to break.

Tonight was the night, you had to do it. Now or never, you can’t chicken out again.

“Elliot,” you spoke up, your voice sounding slightly hoarse due to the feeling of nervousness pooling in your stomach.

Your gaze trails off when he doesn’t respond immediately and you try desperately to focus on the soft glow produced by the fireflies around the two of you.

“Yeah?” He replies, his gaze still on the water that was almost completely still in front of you, seemly calm unlike you whose heart was beating out of your chest, you moved your hand closer to his, brushing against it before putting your hand on-top of his when he doesn’t seem to move or care at all.

You swallow the big lump that had been slowly forming in your throat. “I need to tell you something…” “I like you,” you say, immediately regretting the words as soon as they escape your mouth, you felt your heart drop as you thought about it more, what if he didn’t feel the same, what if—?

You turn to look at Elliot, ready to apologise but…he looks like he didn’t even hear you? No reaction or anything.

He’s still not looking at you but you can tell he wants to listen by his tone, “Y/n, weren’t you about to say something? Go on, I’m listening.” Gods, this man. When he noticed your hesitance he spoke up again, “you don’t have to.”

You shake your head, thinking about how you cannot chicken out now. Elliot nods.

“Okay, well, let’s go inside, I had pizza in the oven I think I burned and it’s cold out here,” he hums, standing up before offering his hand out to you, which you take, mentally beating yourself up for your incompetence.

“Yeah, let’s go, it is cold.” You reply.

Notes:

an: hope you enjoyed! tysm for requesting/reading, I loved writing this. also go on tumblr for the photo that inspired the part near the end!

Chapter 9: Hair (1x1x1x1 x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff, slightly(?) suggestive at the end, like, they make out (idk if it counts)

character: 1x1x1x1

word count: 603

all pronouns used on 1x

tw: swearing, they kiss at the end and then it kinda gets a bit suggestive sorta idk

an: this was semi inspired by a photo I found on Pinterest

also I think this is betrayed 1x bc they are so fine shyt and bc of the hair thing

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

You were lying with 1x on the bed of your shared bedroom, the being of hatred seemingly calm as your fingers brushed their way through his long white hair.

They occasionally let out a extremely soft, almost not even audible sigh or very quiet grumble. He knew you were trying to gently brush any nonexistent knots out of their hair but she’d rather die than tell you that you were looking for something that didn’t exist and make you stop.

You liked playing with his hair anyways and 1x knew you could probably tell there were no knots.

They continued to flick through the TV channels, looking for anything that looked even slightly entertaining. Every few minutes or so that went by they’d look up at you to see if you were focused on running your fingers through their hair or not.

While they were looking at you, a thought popped into your head, “1x, can I braid your hair?” You ask, half expecting him to scowl at the mere question.

“Don’t damage my hair.” She tells you, accepting your offer and acknowledging the question without scowling, “and don’t pull my hair.” He adds on as a warning.

You roll your eyes as they turn their head back to the TV screen, “why would I do that?” You retort, gently grabbing a section of her hair.

You move slightly, being careful not to disturb them, lest they get annoyed as you grab their hairbrush, you brush the part of his hair you were gripping before grabbing another two sections.

You cross the sections over and begin to crisscross them, silently taking note of how little he cares and cheering because she agreed.

Eventually you finish the braid and go to tie it up with one of their hair ties, when you finish doing that, they move closer to you, not mentioning it, just sort of saying ‘thank you’ or something similar to it.

They’re still paying attention to the TV though, he still hasn’t found that movie. What service are they roaming? Do you guys even have streaming services in this place? Do you have to get a dvd or dvd player or something?

“What movie are you looking for?” You say, gently playing with their braid, moving it as you talk to him.

“Friday the 13th.” They blankly reply, you’re used to this tone coming from her though, he’s just focused on the task they’ve got to complete, not necessarily annoyed or angry. She’s like this in rounds too, only this time he’s way less full of hatred and probably won’t get pissed and groan or scowl if you interrupt him.

“Do you want my help?” You ask, looking down at their form in your arms.

“No,” he puts the TV remote down near him on the bed before grabbing your face and kissing you to your surprise, you remember to react and just as eagerly kiss back despite knowing the taste of poison will fill your mouth soon enough. Not like you care; you’ve mostly become immune to it, “screw the movie.” They mumble before kissing you again, shifting themselves to be more on top of you as they gently push you further down onto the mattress, not breaking the kiss at all while doing so.

She grabs a fistful of your hair in one hand and puts the other near your hip to hold you in place. You’d grab her hair back but you don’t know if she’d like it or be annoyed you touched her hair so instead you just rest your hands on the back of their neck.

Notes:

an: probably rlly ooc and I didn’t know how to end it 💔💔 my apologies for the freakyness and shittyness, only 10 pm but I’m going to bed, peace out guys (from when I posted the fic on tumblr maybe 3 days ago)

an (31/7/25): hi guys I edited it, it’s more suggestive at the end. Anyways, I really like 1x; I like them a normal amount, yeah..

also u guys I am open to writing smvt but I won’t write it when requested bc I don’t know if I’m ready yet so don’t request it until I update my request thing

hope you enjoyed, tysm for reading

also reminder my requests are open! and I don’t just write forsaken, I write pjo and thg too <3

Chapter 10: Busy Woman (Chance x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff

character: chance

word count: 657

not proof read

he/they used on chance, user is a singer pretty much, I forgot if chance owns or runs a casino or something but he does both here, I guess reader is kinda fem here

this is part 1 because I didn’t know what to add but I didn’t want to delete it so. update from later in the day! added part 2

an: this was meant to be way longer and suggestive but it’s not really. update; it is longer now bc I added part 2

tw: a but suggestive at the end

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

Notes:

sorry I haven't updated this!! my laptop broke and then I wasn't bothered to update it.

“but if you want my kisses, I’ll be your perfect mrs—“

You were busy to say the least, all the time and so was Chance. Chance though took time off running his casino to be with you when he could. You on the other hand continued to write song after song, record them and then go on tours.

And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you didn’t want to stay with Chance all day and cover him in kisses and such with your lipstick. But you enjoyed meeting fans and you couldn’t really pause in the middle of your tour to fly to see Chance on the other side of the country and just kiss him.

So, you planned to have a show near where you and Chance lived so you could see him when it was over, even if it was only for a day or two and then you guys would have to go back to calling once everyday or two for four months.

And that’s what you did!

You insisted; despite your manager’s arguments to go home with Chance and stay with him in your shared home.

The night looked breathtaking, lit up by the bright big city lights, signs and everything else that could be overstimulating to someone was calm today. It was just as loud as expected for a city but it felt peaceful, maybe because you missed being there, being with Chance and not doing tiring two hour long shows and flying every second day.

You peeked your head out the window as Chance gently warned you that it’s not safe to do so. You gently kiss his cheek as if telling them, ‘yes, I heard you but you only live once and I don’t really care about safety right now’

You hold your coat slightly tighter in your arms as the strong wind blows into your face. You look back at Chance.

 

Eventually after twenty or thirty minutes, you got to the penthouse and finally got to take your heels off, gods, how good it felt to not have your feet hurt.

You walk outside onto the balcony and lean against the railing, Chance gently wraps his arms around you from behind.

“You know,” they say, “you don’t have to keep on humming. You’re not on stage right now.”

You smile and giggle a tiny bit at that before turning around so your back is against the railing and leaning in to kiss him.

“Are you saying you don’t like my humming?” You tease.

“I can’t dislike it. I’m not tone deaf.”

“You are, just good to know you aren’t that tone deaf.” He shakes his head in amusement at your antics, smiling to themself.

“You know that’s not true,” he says.

“Not really at least, still a tiny bit true though but you can, at the very least recognise talent.” You smirk, “because I’m so talented, I’d be hurt if you couldn’t recognise that.” You add, sarcasm dripping from your tone as you lean your back against the balcony railing.

Noticing you leaning back, their grip on you tightens to pull you forward, making you closer to them.

“Anyone can recognise that, baby.” He says, leaning closer to you, you give in, feeling ‘bad’ for teasing him and kiss him.

“I don’t care about who recognises my talent as long as they recognise how important it is to me.” You mumble, smiling slightly from the kiss.

You lean in to kiss them again, trying to get your lipstick off his lips. That’s just a silly excuse though.

“What city are you in next?” He asks and then you remember that you are in fact on tour; it didn’t stop just because you were with him.

You pause. “Not sure,” you put your hands on their shoulders, “can’t it wait to be discussed tomorrow?” You whisper.

He nods, “may as well appreciate my time with you.” He sweetly says.

Chapter 11: 1x1x1x1 x masochist reader

Summary:

genre: slightly(?) suggestive at the end, read tws!!

character: 1x1x1x1

word count: 539

all pronouns used on 1x

tw: swearing, describing the feeling of being stabbed and blood, nausea (it’s just like “you feel nauseous” and that’s it)

an: this is what I was talking w [someone on tumblr] about in my recent posts/reposts

I thought I knew how to write blood but shout out to reddit and pinterest for pulling through!

also this is betrayed 1x bc I love their hair like need that, need them

and this will be edited either tomorrow morning or night bc I think it’s a bit messy or confusing or smth

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

You felt the stab deep in your gut. The blood trickling down steadily and slowly as they stabbed you again and again.

You didn’t really react other than trying not to laugh or smirk at her pure and utter frustration.

They let out a guttural groan. You felt your heart stop beating as fast, calming down from the thrill of running. 1x shoves you back against the wall and stabbing you again. You did this every single time they were the killer without fail.

At first he thought you just wanted to distract them to help your teammates so they would ignore you but they couldn’t help but notice that when you were last-man-standing you didn’t fuss as much and didn’t seem as scared compared to the others. It intrigued them a tiny bit to say the least.

But, it was still their job to kill your sorry self.

You feel nauseous, like you always do just before you black out for the rest of the round.

But you’re smart. You just won’t piss them off as easily this time, pissing him off means they’ll kill you quicker and that means no talking to her so you’ve got to think.

You didn’t really do generators in hopes the timer would deplete slower and defiantly didn’t throw yourself at them to get their attention this time.

Eventually, you do see 1x. They hit you with their mass infection before running off to target the survivor they were originally targetting. You turn to look at him.

“Do it again!” You call out, trying to mock her into chasing you.

They, begrudgingly walk over to you to your surprise.

“What does such a stupid person like yourself want this time?” They spit out, their voice filled with vitriol but you’re too surprised they haven’t killed you for even attempting to talk with him to care.

“You.” You intentionally pause for a second or two, letting your words hang in the air before you finish your sentence, “to stab me,”

They pause at that. You don’t know whether they’re considering it or extremely confused. “What a foolish request, I don’t see why you’d want that.”

You shrug. “Do it.” You urge him.

They stare at you for a good couple seconds, probably thinking ‘what the fuck? Is this person okay?’ But she eventually complies and knowing you won’t move or react he reluctantly rests his hand on your shoulder to get a better grip and angle to stab you at.

To inflict pain! Obviously, you’re such a foolish person, why would you let them do this knowing it’s gonna hurt you?

He pauses to look at you for a second and you swear the undying hatred burning in their eyes falters for a moment, you lean closer as her hair brushes and scratches at your face.

“Do it.” You hum.

She leans closer as well before hesitantly leaning back. They stab you, deep into the stomach, the pain throbs as it courses through you yet you hardly react.

“This isn’t over.” He says begrudgingly, letting your body drop to the floor for the last couple seconds of your life, his voice still laced with that bitterness that has since grown familiar to you.

Notes:

an: why aren’t there more fanfics like this, I love this prompt 💔

Chapter 12: Everybody Here Wants You (Elliot x reader) (part 2 to 'there is a light that never goes out' Elliot x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff

character: Elliot

word count: 419

an: hii everyone, this is part 2 to the 'there is a light that never goes out' fanfic I made w elliot

also my work doesn’t have a word count bc I’m stuck in phone for now, also why ao3 hasn’t gotten updates, sorry if you came from there!

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy!

Notes:

I hope yall know my summaries and ans are js copied from my tumblr w little to no changes

"I know everybody here wants you. I know everybody here thinks they need you. I'll be waiting right here just to show you how our love will blow it all away"

You and Elliot walk back into the main cabin that had emptied itself in you guys’ absence. As soon as you get inside Elliot drops your hand and rushes over to check on the pizza. Which, much to his relief was fine, if anything just a bit crunchier and golden now.

Elliot, still in very slight shock the pizza hadn’t burned quickly snaps back to reality and turns off the oven, putting the pizza onto the countertop to cool.

You feel nervous in his presence which is quite weird for you. Normally you’d only feel nervous around the killers.

Elliot grabs a piece of paper and a pen. Holding down the paper with his right hand he writes ‘this is cooling. do not touch until you can see that it’s cool - Elliot’

“Elliot.” He nods, though absentmindedly. “I think I have to say what I was gonna say outside.” You feel your hands getting sweaty and the feeling that was kicking your stomach before slowly reemerging.

“Go for it. I’m not gonna stop you, Y/n, you know I won’t.” He reassures you, lifting his head and looking at you.

You move forward to stand closer to him and after a steady pause you hesitantly let the words slip out of your mouth, “I like you. Not just like a friend would, I’m sorry if this ruins anything.”

He shakes his head and gives you a weird look, playfully judging you, “why would that ruin anything? It just makes things better?”

“You like me too?” You stammer out, all too aware of how you’re tripping over your own words and silently cursing yourself for it.

He lets out a soft laugh at that, “you thought I didn’t? I was hesitant to let you protect me in rounds because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“You do that with the other survivors, I thought you were being nice!” You defend yourself.

“I speak back more when you’re the one volunteering to defend me.” He hums.

“So that’s how you showed you like me?”

“At least I made an effort,” he shrugs.

“I did too! I tried to protect you.”

He gently pulls you in and unexpectedly kisses you to shut you up. You manage to kiss back before he pulls away. “Most of the other survivors do too.”

 

Chapter 13: Go back to sleep (Guest 1337 x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff

character: guest 1337

word count: 219

an: i wrote the start in class the other day and I didn’t check guest’s wiki when I was doing that and I didn’t check it when adding onto the short start so this may be out of charcter but I’ll hopefully fix it

also I get my laptop back tomorrow so you guys will get the word counts back!

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

“Guest?” You mumble, shifting slightly in his arms to look at him.

“Yeah?” He mumbles, clearly having just woken up from the sound of your voice.

You gently run your fingers through his scruffy blue hair, messed up slightly from sleeping. You watch as his eyes adjust themselves to the darkness of the room.

“I can’t sleep.”

He looks at you, you can read his thoughts perfectly, you can tell he’s thinking ‘seriously?’ But he’s doing a really bad job at getting you to think he’s really annoyed.

“Why not?” He asks, opting to muse you.

“Because of where we are.” You say, his expression softens as if saying ‘fair point’.

“Well, try and get some sleep. You’ve got to be strong for the rounds.” He hums, moving closer to you, trying to keep you warm.

“I don’t like the rounds.” You state, moving closer to him in return. “I don’t like this place. It’s always dark here and you always have a sense of dread.”

“I don’t know anyone who would like it here, there’s not many redeemable aspects of the place, if any.” He replies before sighing, “try to get some rest.” He kisses your forehead and rubs your arms to keep you warm.

“You too,” you respond, “goodnight.” You say as he says it back quieter.

Chapter 14: Itrapped x reader

Summary:

genre: suggestive, read tws!!

character: Itrapped

word count:…don’t worry abt it shhhh

tw: swearing, suggestiveness, hair pulling (itrapped, not reader I won’t damage yalls hair yet (next 1x fanfic trust)). I THINK THIS MAY BE FREAKY NOT SUGGESTIVE

an: okay so. I was reading a suggestive itrapped fanfic and got an idea. I like itrapped and I will ignore the…*squints while looking at a piece of paper and holds it slightly closer to my face*…9 requests in my inbox!

I’ll do the requests later (famous last words) I will I promise gang! ^^

LIKELY VERY OOC

Never wrote anything THIS suggestive kinda scared 😖

WARNING, I THINK THIS MAY BE FREAKY NOT SUGGESTIVE

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

You lean back against the couch trying to stifle the incoherent words that were currently coming out of your mouth as you look up at Itrapped.

He shushes you as his head dips back down to kiss the back of your neck, his lips continuing to trail down your body.

“Be quiet.” He instructs you before his teeth graze the side of your ribs, making you bite back a gasp, his lips close to your chest.

You run your hands through his hair and ground them in it as his leg slides itself between your inner thighs, you pull his hair lightly warning a groan from him.

“Are you..?” You ask him, looking up at him for a split second.

He nods, “maybe,” he states before kissing you hard while you grasp on a fistful of his hair and tug on it lightly while you kiss back.

 

Notes:

an: short af but motivated me to write more also I’m a minor so I try not to write smut bc idk how ppl would feel abt that but yeah this is like borderline smut and the dialogue at the end doesn’t help make it less freaky anyways I’m gonna read some more then write some more

thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed gn!!! ^^

Chapter 15: Two time head-canons!

Summary:

genre: general head-canons (I don’t think that’s a genre)

character(s): two time

game: forsaken

may be out of character

an: heyy, I was reading a two time fanfic and the way they made them speak made me think of a head-canon so here are some for you all! again, these are head-canons! please remember that.

anyways onto the head-canons, hope you enjoy!

please credit me if you use these!! :)

Notes:

this is like a bonus for yall as when I uploaded like five fanfics js now I forgot abt this also this is very ooc imo

- two time would probably enjoy poetry (this is the head-canon I thought of while reading)

- I feel like they are smart enough to speak in riddles or something like that if they wanted to

- probably eats toast with nothing on it like, just pure, plain toast

- probably likes garlic pizza

- I feel like they constantly quote wherever they get their spawn teachings from (like whatever book it is or something) like every few minutes and probably when exiting a room too

- probably went through a depressive episode after Azure’s death

- I’m pretty sure it’s canon they at least somewhat regret Azure’s death so I won’t add that as a head-canon

- I feel like they’d enjoy reading Shakespeare for fun (specifically Macbeth)

- could probably appreciate art and art pieces

- would probably enjoy classical music or really loud music

- if somebody does something that reminds him of Azure he replays the moment and regrets killing Azure all over again

- would be a pretty good cook if we ignore the reason why they can’t be near knives

- probably would prefer cold soup over warm soup or eat it more than warm soup (same with cold pizza over warm pizza) but would still eat warm soup

Notes:

an: gods, I hope this makes sense also again, remember that these are HEAD-CANONS and may be out of character

Chapter 16: Falling for ya (chance x reader)

Summary:

genre: fluff

character: Chance

word count:

pre forsaken I think

he/they used on chance

an: yummy. that’s all. that’s a threat.

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

Chance has liked you since the two of you were kids. You never returned his feelings because in ten year old you’s words ‘Chance is gross’.

They have tried and tried to win you over, buying you expensive gifts, listening when you spoke, making an effort to talk to you; anything he could think of and yet you still didn’t like him.

At least that’s what he thought. Recently, for a reason you don’t know, you’ve started to think of Chance as less ‘yucky’ and more…appealing. Gods, ten year old you would probably start screaming and crying if she heard that.

“I got you something,” Chance says, holding a box out to you while still focusing on whatever casino game they were winning.

“Chance, you don’t have to get me stuff.” You tell him causing them to shrug their shoulders at you.

“I already did. Now take it.” He says, moving the box closer to you before you reluctantly take it.

“Chance—I have enough jewellery, I don’t need anymore.”

“You once told me you can never have enough jewellery.” They remind you, raising an eyebrow, causing you to grumble at them and put the box in your pocket.

"You don't have to do this, giving me expensive gifts." You say, gesturing to the box in your pocket even though he isn't focused on what you're doing; only your voice as they keep racking up win after win.

Once the game ends he finally turns to look at you, “I can’t ask you out again, did that too much.” He says before you speak up.

“Do it again, now. I’ll say yes this time,” you quickly mumble while they look at you, wondering if they even heard you correctly.

Chapter 17: Noob x reader (party noob)

Summary:

request: "Scene noob X reader, reader is overwhelmed at a party and noob helps them calm down. Non-binary user"

I love noob u guys anyways

Tysm for requesting and hope u enjoy

genre: fluff

character: Noob

word count: 249

may be ooc as I’m not bothered to rlly check noobs wiki fully atm but I’ll fix it if it is (spoiler alert: i did check the wiki to write that, I didn't put in the tumblr that I did though))

pre forsaken I think

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy!

The party was buzzing around you, bright lights that would occasionally flash, so many people in a house that you were sweating, music that’s beat is so loud you can feel it in your chest.

You had gotten separated from Noob earlier in the night after the two of you split up to look for Sixer who got separated from you two a bit before that. But now, you hadn’t found Sixer, the party was loud and you wanted to just be somewhere quiet.

You finally spotted Noob who had given up on looking for Sixer, likely assuming they’d be reunited with you guys later on.

You walk over to Noob who notices your discomfort and looks at you with a very concerned look on their face, moving through the crowd of party people to get to you before grabbing your hand and leading you to the bathroom.

They lock the door, their bracelets moving slightly as they do but they quickly fix that as they turn to you.

“Did something happen?” They ask, studying your expression whilst remaining calm.

You shake your head, “no, maybe, just wanna go home.” You blurt out.

Noob nods at the obvious answer, “okay, are you sure you’re fine?”

Your head feels a bit weird, spinning maybe before they pull you into a hug.

“I’m fine now.” You gently say as they grab their phone out.

“I’ll call Sixer, maybe this time he’ll answer and we can finally go home,” they playfully hum.

 

Chapter 18: announcement!! (24/8/25)

tysm everyone! if there is anything you’d like me to write to celebrate this lmk or request! <3

(I like and repost my posts on my alt sometimes that I used to use to read on this site (tumblr))

also if u do request/want me to write something I write everyone from forsaken! minus the kids, I can write for them platonically if wanted though and yes, you can request unreleased characters

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if you wanna request feel free to! ^^ you can even just comment your request if you can't access tumblr for whatever reason

Chapter 19: Forsaken characters x reader who has a sore throat

Summary:

genre: fluff

characters: 1x1x1x1, 007n7, Guest 1337, John Doe, Chance, Two time, Noob, Noli, Guest 666, Azure, Taph, Itrapped, Elliot, Jane Doe, Dusekkar, Shedletsky

no word count bc these are mostly head-canons

why is half the gang here?? why am I writing for half of the in game and out of game characters in one part (pls like 🙏)

an: may be ooc as I haven’t written for most of these guys! <3 I will edit it when I can. I have a sore throat gang that’s why I wrote this

this is mostly for fun though so it probably will be ooc

I did check the wikis a bit

also I hope noobs stuttering is accurate, I checked a reddit page on r/fanfiction for a bit of help with it

some of these are pre-forsaken as well as pre-forsaken and in forsaken

obviously unreleased characters are likely quite out of character but I may edit it if and when they get released

I tried not to include head-canons/stuff that I think they’d like (eg: reading) if it isn’t canon for anyone and I don’t think I included any (maybe for unreleased characters and John Doe)

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy!

1x1x1x1

- probably found out your throat hurt when they went to ask you something and you didn’t respond

“Y/n, want to spar?” … “why are you just staring at me? do you want to or nah?” you point to your throat, trying to express that you can’t talk because your throat is sore. “okay,” … cricket noises “do you want me to bring you soup or something?”

- definitely made you soup or at least attempted to

- she either made the soup and it was the best soup you’d ever tasted or it was half water with marinated vegetables that looked like the suspicious stew from minecraft; potentially could have had chunks in it too

“I’m not pitying you just because you have a sore throat—you’ll get over it.”

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007n7

- was probably a bit worried, even if it’s just a sore throat—being sick to any capacity sucks

- he knows you’re not a kid but will probably do the same things he did with C00lkidd when he got sick like giving you ice cream or something

- he knows what to do when someone is sick due to having to deal with when C00lkidd got sick but he still definitely looked up “what to do if someone has a sore throat.”

“oh, you have a sore throat?” you nod, “I can get you some soup..?” he pauses, “I’ll go make it now, you can sleep or something, it’s good for you..I’ll be right back.”

- he probably came back with either box mix macaroni and cheese or macaroni and cheese he actually made from scratch…? he isn’t incompetent, he raised a kid

“I couldn’t figure out how to make you a nice soup but this might also help, I think.”—————————————————————————————————--

Guest 1337

- like n7 he also had a kid so he likely knows how to deal with someone being sick without making a big deal about it

- he probably didn’t bring you soup because he didn’t know if you would want to sit up from your bed and actually take the time to eat (drink?) it so he probably brought you hot chocolate, tea or another warm drink instead. if you asked him for soup he definitely would have made it though and it wouldn’t have tasted too bad

“Y/n, how are you feeling today?” followed up by no response other than blank staring he’d be slightly worried until he saw you point to your throat and realised. “oh. I’ll make you something, stay here.”

- checked up on you quite a bit just to see if you needed anything or if your throat was getting better

- if he had throat lozenges he’d probably give you one or two

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John Doe

- if it was pre-forsaken and corruption and he found out you were sick he’d be a bit worried until he found out it was just a sore throat, he’d be less worried knowing that

“you’re sick-?” you nod, coughing, “just a sore throat.” “alright, you’ll be fine.”

- he’d hum to you to get you to fall asleep if he thought it would help you to get some rest

- would make you some pretty decent tea and kiss your forehead while handing it to you

- if it was in forsaken or corruption he’d care deep down but he’d still attack you, he’d be unable to help you at all because of the spectre and his corruption

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Chance

- he probably wasn’t too worried—don’t get them wrong it’s not like they don’t care at all, he just knows it’s only a sore throat. just that

- would give you a blanket and make you a drink, maybe sit/cuddle with you for a bit

- would check up on you a bit but overall isn’t that worried if you’re still feeling the same as you did at 7 am even if it’s now 9 pm, they know it’s just the first day your throat’s hurting and tomorrow it will be better

“how bad is your throat out of ten?” You put up three fingers, “not too bad, try to sleep, love.”

- it probably comes off as him not caring but he does, he’s just not trying to baby you just because you’re a bit sick

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Two Time

- preached about the spawn to you like, “the spawn will heal you, have trust in the spawn.” they’d probably say this just after you told them your throat was sore.

“the spawn is good; for their steadfast love endures forever,” they probably said that when you ended up feeling better, that or something else about the spawn

- did however make you some great tea (you insisted on supervising them while they made it and almost feel asleep)

- probably also gave you a blanket that they found, “is this your blanket?” “no.” …

- pat you on the head when you coughed like you were a little baby or something

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Noob

- was probably VERY worried, panicked and gave you a bloxy cola and burger

- they are not hopeless guys, they know guest 1337 is reliable and asked 1337 what they should do

- likely didn’t ask n7 for help but may have considered it knowing he was a good father to C00lkidd

- “h-hey, are-are you feeling okay?” you scribbled on a piece of paper saying; ‘my throat hurts :(’. “oh—okay- I can, get-g-get some soup or something for you..I’ll, I’ll be back, stay here.”

- they came back with soup a bit later looking absolutely horrified of dropping or spilling it, they clear their throat; “here’s-here’s your soup”

- probably sat with you or gave you a hug, also gave you a pat your head when you coughed and when you told them you were sick

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Noli

- this man(?) creature?? idk??! would NOT care if you’re sick, he’d probably LAUGH if you even mentioned/complained about being sick

- If you coughed NEAR him he’d slowly leave the room while looking at you and be like, “I’m not getting sick because of you ”

- if your throat was really sore to the voice you could barely talk this is how it would go, “Noli…” “I can’t hear you, can you speak up?”

- he would be such a bully, like don’t even tell him if you’re sick, just ignore him until you feel better because he will be mean to you if he finds out

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Guest 666

these hcs are pre-forsaken

- he’d probably try to make sure you’re okay, like they’d knock on your door and be like, “are you okay?”

- would give you a bloxy cola and a snack with caramel in it because if they like it she thinks it might make you feel a bit better—at least mentally plus you need to eat and likely don’t wanna eat a full meal. they probably thought after buying you caramel chocolate it would hurt your throat more so they ended up giving you caramel flavored ice-cream

- would go out of their way to by you medicine or something if they didn’t already have it

- like 1337 he would give you a throat lozenge

hands you a throat lozenge, “here, take it for your throat.” grabs something from those plastic shopping bags, “and this ice-cream, could soothe your throat a bit maybe.”

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Azure

pre-forsaken

obnoxious iPad kid coughing .. “nightshade, are you feeling alright?”

- made you some BANGER tea using their botany knowledge or something

- would check your temperature, ask if it was just your throat that hurt, would get you a heating pack and tell you to stay in bed

- would tuck you in like a baby and then promptly leave and go study botany or something

“Azure, my throat hurts.” slightly obnoxious cough, “I know, get some rest.” leaves

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Taph

sorry if this is confusing or not accurate gang

- he noticed you just sitting silently, coughing very carefully like your ribs would go boom if you coughed above three decibels, “🫵🤒❓” (are you sick?) you nod

“✅☝️🤝🫵🍲” (okay, I will make you some soup). despite you staying he didn’t have to make it he pulled through with some pretty fire soup, didn’t help your throat too much but tasted amazing

“🤕🟰🫵🛌💤” (you’re sick, you need to sleep) you went to bed after that and they sat with you doing whatever it is that Taph does, likely working on traps

- would also probably give you a throat lozenge if they found/had one that’s an IF because where would he be able to find one bro

—————————————————————————————————--

Itrapped

- acted really concerned (he wasn’t really)

- would have ordered you soup and pretended he made it or thought about charging you for it and saying he got it from somewhere really expensive

- likely would have just sat on a chair near you while you coughed lying on the couch

- fixed the blanket that was covering you so it didn’t fall so that’s a plus at least

“you’ll be fine..try not to cough too much, okay?”

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Elliot

- let you lay with him for a bit and sleep, gave you pizza and then boom you felt a bit better because pizza

- he checked up on you a bit but he also has stuff to do so he’d get either 1337 to check up on you or Chance—he got varying results depending on who he asked

“hey, is Y/n fine?” “they’re getting a bit better, weren’t really coughing as much, still looked a little sick though.”

“is Y/n okay?” “yeah, fine, they coughed quite a bit and said they felt like their ribs were gonna break and their lungs were gonna give out but they looked pretty fine.”

- guess who said what

- would check your temperature just to make sure it was only a sore throat

- probably wouldn’t have throat lozenges but would likely look for one for a bit

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Jane Doe

- if she heard you cough she’d likely give you a throat lozenge, just pull one out of nowhere and hand it to you. “here, your throat sounds really scratchy.”

- would make you tea or another hot drink and it would be pretty decent, like, just average green tea or something

- would somehow convince you to sleep; would hum to you to achieve this

“you should go to sleep, I can hum to you if you want. sleeping might make your throat better.”

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Dusekkar

no dialogue because I’m not bothered to add it

- he’d give you some soup and some of his magic, he also put magic in the soup although it doesn’t really help because you’re not in a round

- would encourage you to sleep but if you said you were fine he wouldn’t push you

- if you did sleep though he’d give you a blanket and prepare tea for you when you woke up

- wouldn’t really check up on you other than to give you food and stuff or just to quickly ask if you’re okay

—————————————————————————————————--

Shedletsky

- he’d probably give you some food, a blanket and tell you to get some sleep

- he’d deliver all your meals to your door like a delivery driver and then knock before leaving—not because he doesn’t wanna get sick, he just isn’t bothered to come in, he might some days though, to put the food on your bedside table and then leave

- puts a plate of chicken and some vegetables on your bedside table, “hope you get better, babe,” kisses you on your cheek/forehead before leaving (he woke you up with the creaky ahh door creaking when he was entering your room)

- when you feel better he’d hug you simply because he didn’t get to while you were sick

Notes:

an: this isn’t really x reader on almost all of them mb also I’m tired so if it sucks, I don’t care, i lowkey gave up a bit, might edit tomorrow

Chapter 20: Two Time x Reader

Summary:

request: "Two time X reader and two time sacrifices reader to the spawn

ANGST x thanks

- ur mom"

you’re mean for making me write this 🙁💔

anyways onto it

WAIT MOM????? MY MAMA WOULDNT DO THIS

genre: oh yes, there will be blood /ref if you get this pls comment 🙏

character: two time

word count: how about…. *disappears* (403)

tw: describing the feeling of being stabbed and blood, nausea that comes with being stabbed/nausea that may be due to anxiety (neither is described in detail), blood (self explanatory)

they/them Two Time

as always shout out to reddit and pinterest for pulling through with the blood writing help!

pre forsaken I think duh

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

You were excited to see your beloved partner. They said they wanted to see you..wanted to show you something or was it tell you something? It’s okay! They’ll tell you when they get to the meeting spot. They’d seemed a bit nervous, fidgety even when they’d asked you to meet but Two Time’s always nervous looking! It’s nothing, definitely. You think at least, picking at the flowers to distract from your pooling anxiety questioning why they wanted to see you.

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The dagger twisted into your stomach and you felt the sickening burning sensation that came with it.

You try to talk but the words don’t come out, you look down and see the blood filling the crevice in your stomach the dagger had created. The sight itself combined with Two Time stabbing you again made you want to throw up.

“T-Timey..?” You manage to cough out, trying to catch even the smallest of glimpses of the person you love; the person who loves you or loved you.

They stab you one last time and this time you feel warm, wet tears marking the sides of your face. Two Time looks at you. It’s still the same person you love but is it really the same person you love..?

You don’t know why’d they’d do this, they were filled with such adoration, what changed? And then you catch a glance at their expression, regret, likely worry or mixed with it. “Don’t worry, my dear. We’ll respawn together—we’ll get a second life with each other due to this sacrifice.” They’re slowly quietly breaking down; the consequences and realisation of what they’d just done overwhelming them. It makes sense to you now—as much as it can to someone who has barely anything left in them.

You feel your eyes flickering shut as you fight with all you possibly can to not let them shut—to stay awake and look at your partner, accept what they’ve done and love them anyways. But this isn’t a romantic novel, Two Time’s stabbed you and you can barely breathe, let alone think.

You try and reach out for them but you can’t move your body. You feel a stillness that some might even call calmness and maybe you would too as it took you further away from this mess, gently shutting your eyes for you as you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Chapter 21: 1x1x1x1 x reader (wlw)

Summary:

request: "I ALREADY ASKED THIS ON AO3 SO YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER THIS IF YOU WANNA REPLY THERE I JUST REALIZED TOO LATE THAT YOU PREFER TO HAVE REQUESTS ON TUMBLR SO

wlw 1xreader :3? sentinel survivor reader,,, hehe i like to think that 1x is a lil lovestruck but would rather die than admit it ^_^"

HII I USUALLY CHECK AO3 REQUESTS IN THE NIGHT AND TEND TO UPDATE THE AO3 THEN SHUT MY LAPTOP AND I CHECK TUMBLR MORE BUT I LOVE THIS REQUEST SORRY IT TOOK A BIT LOL

also all I rlly know abt sentinels is can damage killer so yeah

HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT OOC, TY FOR REQUESTING

genre: fluff

character: 1x1x1x1

word count: 383

all pronouns used on 1x

betrayed 1x mostly due to the hair as usual

and this will be edited either tomorrow afternoon or night, I really need to study bc I rarely do so expect my requests to be complete and maybe one post before I lock in for two days which I don’t even know if it will happen but now I should end up studying because I told you guys

fyi I think this is more headcanons style which I will try to change when I edit it

tysm for reading and I hope u enjoy! <3

1x1x1x1 first met you when their back was met with a gash that your weapon caused. They scowled as you scurried away, although they were secretly impressed; you had managed to stun her without her even noticing your presence.

That’s where 1x1x1x1’s interest in you begun. 1x’s attention wasn’t an easy thing to grasp considering she didn’t indulge survivors’ attempts to distract her. Yet for whatever reason yours worked…a bit.

But your distracting actually worked to the point where they would turn to look at you as you ran away hoping they’d chase you. She began to leave you for last man standing so they could glance at you more during rounds; to study your behaviour they’d claim despite knowing it was a pitiful excuse.

She likely didn’t know what the feelings she felt were—she was used to only feeling hatred her whole life; that’s pretty much the only emotion she’s ever felt.

When you two eventually became close after them repeatedly saving you for last and starting up cringeworthy conversations they opened up and told you how they felt though it may have taken them quite a bit of time especially since they didn’t know what they were feeling.

You had to tell her what she was feeling was indeed love and not something that she was used to. That did confuse her a bit which led to you giving the personification of hatred a very brief summary on positive emotions. She did understand better after that though and to her credit she did become less harsh with you and the other survivors you were close with and sought you out more during rounds to talk.

They felt like they got hit by a truck when they realised they loved you. It was bizarre to them. You’re a survivor, one who’s meant to attack them, one who does attack them and is good at it but loving you doesn’t feel wrong because you somehow made it feel right.

They’d let you touch their hair, do all that lovey stuff with them and would genuinely enjoy it and look at you with an out of character in love look. However she would still be a bit pissy when you stab them though even though she knows you’re meant to protect the other survivors.