Can you write a price x younger reader? Like price is 40 and reader is 20
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✧˖*°࿐ price and his sweet lil’ secretary…
a/n: thanks for the req 🪿!! sorry i’ve been so inactive fam.. send in reqs and ill get to them! comment if you want a part 2 <3
price was a captain - established, well respected and feared.
but he couldn’t help softening up around you, his the task force’s sweet little secretary.
he could hear you popping that pink bubblegum from his office, often fantasising about putting your pouty lips to a different use,
sure, he knew it was your job to be helpful. filing and following up on reports.. but he felt the special attention you reserved just for him!
delivering his coffee just the way he likes it to his office with a bashful smile, color coding his reports in pastel shades… he had to find a way to thank you for all your hard work!
and being the attentive man he is, he often observed the way your plush thighs would clench together when he rested a firm hand on your shoulder with corresponding praise,
“wha’ a sweet girl, bringin’ m’coffee just like a good assistant, hm?” he’d have you mentally cursing him, clearly knowing what his words do to your body when he stalks away with a smug smirk and signature deep chuckle..
you’d just have to return the favour somehow…
get him just as worked up!
you spent all night planning your work outfit for the following morning, nothing too sexy.. but just enough to push the gruff captain’s buttons!
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OH MY GOD ADIRAN REQUESTS OPEN AGAINNNN I haven't watched any of the new season (idk how much is out yet lol) but I have. request for you.
I love all the angst and whump with Adrian so like what iffff Adrian and reader got in a car crash? neither of them are hurt EXTREMELY badly, but enough to land them both in the hospital and all. how would Adrian handle that situation? :0
wind is really blowing
pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)
rating: m+
word count: 2,532
one-sentence synopsis: you and adrian are in a car accident, and he does everything he can to save you— and everything he can to stay by your side as you both begin healing.
read now on ao3!!
It’s a normal day, for once.
Not a day where you’re protecting the city, or fighting aliens, or defending the world. Not a day where you deal with interdimensional beings, government officials, or heinous supervillains. You don’t even have a shift at work, or errands to run, or places you have to be.
It’s nice, for it to just be you, Adrian, and your journey out to the apple orchard.
And the radio, which Adrian has blasting top volume as he drives you both down the highway. You’re lucky that there’s hardly any traffic, and he steers easily, hands thumping out the music’s rhythms on the wheel. He’s singing along, loud as the music, encouraging you to do the same. With a laugh, you do, letting him reach over and tap out the rhythm on your thigh instead.
When you catch his hand, kissing the back, he glances towards you with a smile, glasses slipping a little. You reach up with your joined hands to nudge his glasses back up into place.
“Eyes on the road,” you remind him over the loud music.
He laughs, but does as you say, attention returning to the mostly-empty highway. In this rural area, it’s only your one lane heading north, and the other heading south, single lanes with no division between them except a solid yellow line painted on the road.
“I am going to eat so many apples, I might actually die,” Adrian informs you as the song comes to a fading close, starting to transition into the next one. When you laugh, he smiles, insisting, “No, seriously! Did you know that if you eat, like, hundreds of apple seeds, you can technically die of cyanide poisoning?”
“Then don’t eat hundreds of apple seeds?” you suggest. “Seems simple enough to avoid.”
“No, no, that’s my point,” Adrian tells you. “You won’t be able to stop me! I will eat hundreds of apples and hundreds of apple seeds and—”
“Adrian!” you shout, hand shooting out to grab onto his forearm on instinct, your other hand flying upwards in an aborted motion towards the windshield—
—And towards the massive tractor trailer truck that has come barreling out of the southbound lane, crossing the yellow line to head straight for Adrian’s little four-door replacement for the Vigilantemobile.
“Shit, shit, shit—” Adrian curses, cutting the wheel so hard to one side that the car spins to the side. “Hold on—”
You grip his arm tighter, bracing yourself in your seat as the world outside blurs and Adrian fights to avoid getting crushed by the truck and—
There’s an impact at the front of the car that jars you, and then suddenly you have the stomach-dropping sensation of weightlessness. You tighten your hold on Adrian’s forearm in the last moments you have, the world flipping end over end outside the windows, before everything goes dark.
— — — — —
Something keeps hitting you in the face.
You frown, scrunching your face up a little bit. When you try to lift your hand to swat whatever it is away, you realize you can’t manage to move your arm.
As you’re waking up, coherence slinks in a little bit at a time. The pain comes in in waves as your body starts recognizing it, processing that there is a throb in your skull, a burning in your back and legs, and a piercing, radiating agony high on your chest.
Whatever is hitting you in the face strikes a little harder this time, and you groan, forcing your eyes open.
The entire world is upside-down. Adrian’s face fills your vision, and you blink again, disoriented, as his hands grasp your face and his forehead comes to rest against yours, just— in reverse, because he’s upside-down—
Or you are, you realize, because you’re still buckled into your passenger seat in the turned-over car, flipped on its roof. You shift, and the pain in your chest and back explode.
“Hey, hey, don’t move, stop moving,” Adrian insists. “It’s fine, you’re fine, you just— You gotta stop moving, okay? Or it’s just gonna hurt worse, but— I am going to get you out of here, okay?”
Your head spins, thoughts coming through foggily. His words are difficult to process, but your body responds to his intensity, to the panic he’s just barely keeping a lid on, to the terror that’s clear across every line of his face despite his attempts to keep you calm.
Looking more closely at his face, you realize one of the lenses of his glasses is gone, shattered out of the frame, and there’s blood on his face, splattered across his cheek on the right and dripping from a cut on his temple on the left.
“You’re hurt,” you mumble, your throat feeling sore and rasping. Had you been screaming? You don’t even remember; the last thing you remember is the truck coming at you, Adrian trying to avoid it, and then, just— nothing. “Are you okay?”
Adrian huffs a half-hysterical breath of a laugh, though you can’t help but feel that he’s not finding this particularly funny. “Am I okay? Am—” He takes a steadying breath, holds your upside-down face between his palms again. You’re starting to get even dizzier, looking at everything from your wrong angle while your head hurts and your body throbs with pain. “Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing we can’t stitch up, right?”
You try to move your arm again, wanting to wipe the blood off of his face, but the pain in your chest doubles, triples, and you cry out in a whine you bite back, hating how it sounds ripping out of you.
“Stop— Stop moving,” he repeats, firm, looking you right in the eye. “I’m—” He looks around, as if he’ll miraculously find something that will help him, before he lands on his cellphone, dangling from its mount precariously, just as upside-down as you are. “Okay, I’m calling for help, we’ll get you out, okay?”
If Adrian’s calling for help, that means whatever it is that he’s panicking about isn’t something he can handle, isn’t a problem he can solve.
He’s fumbling with his phone, blood-slick fingers sliding on the screen as he taps into an emergency call, and he’s distracted enough to give you time to look down— or, rather, up at yourself.
You realize immediately why you can’t move, why the pain is there. A massive fragment of glass— maybe from your windshield, maybe from the truck, you can’t tell— has shattered off and broken its way into you, right through the space above your collarbone and through, pinning you to the seat. You twitch your fingers, and all the muscles burn; one arm is trapped by the glass, unable to move while it’s stuck in you, and the other is pinned by the twisted-up seatbelt, keeping it caught at a hard angle against your chest.
Your legs are caught above you, the blood flow coming down. You see more blood on yourself than you think you ever have before, and your spinning vision starts tunneling into blackness.
“Adrian,” you mumble, a wave of dizziness washing through your body. You can feel unconsciousness coming this time, and you see his wide, terrified eyes land on you just as you manage to tell him, “I don’t feel good.”
“Hey, you have to stay awake, though,” Adrian insists. “Gotta stay with me, can’t go anywhere else, right?”
“Mm,” you agree, letting your eyes drift closed. It’s easier than watching the world spin and tunnel and splotch out the way it is.
“Hey, hey, look at me— Look at me,” he begs you, but you can’t. It kills you that you can’t do what he wants, especially when he’s asking so desperately, and when you know it’s what you need to do, but you just can’t manage it. You’re not even sure where your eyes are anymore; everything becomes nothing again with a sigh.
— — — — —
This time, when you wake up, everything feels soft.
It’s like you’re inside of a cloud. You have a weightless feeling that’s much nicer than the one you’d felt in the car— and even thinking of the accident, horrifying and traumatic as it is— was?— doesn’t bring you any panic. You’re just floaty, foggy, all the pain and panic and fear held further than arm’s length away.
Shifting, you realize everything really is soft. You’re laying someplace soft; your head is on something soft; something soft has been placed over you.
The only thing that isn’t soft is whatever’s held tight in your hand.
You squeeze your fingers around the shape and feel it squeeze back. A smile comes onto your face automatically, and you hum, drifting off again.
— — — — —
This time, you’re a little more coherent as you start coming into consciousness.
You manage to open your eyes this time, blinking sleepily upwards towards a grey-and-green speckled ceiling. It reminds you of a cardinal’s egg. It’s also definitely unfamiliar, and you turn your head just enough to feel the crinkling of a pillowcase beneath your cheek.
The hand in yours tightens, and you blink down to find Adrian’s fingers woven into yours, sitting in a chair scooted up to your bedside, slumped over the edge of your mattress. His head is pillowed on your thigh as he sleeps bent over. The position looks incredibly uncomfortable.
You reach down, your fingertips just barely grazing a pad of gauze that’s been taped over his temple where you remember he’d been bleeding from. He’s wearing a hospital gown, and a thin white hospital robe thrown over it. A tan blanket is draped over his shoulders; you wonder who else has been here, how long it’s been.
Glancing down at yourself, you see that you’ve been positioned sitting halfway-up, and that your torso is heavily bandaged. One of your arms has been immobilized against your chest, but the other is free to move; reaching up, you find a bandage on your head, too— though probing around it makes your skull throb, so you stop searching out the wound after a second.
Instead, you reach down towards Adrian again. He’s got his backup glasses on, though they’re smushed at a sideways angle with how his face is pressed into your thigh over your blankets; when you let your hand rest on his head, lightly running through his dark curls, he stirs only a little bit, humming contentedly, a smile slipping onto his face even in sleep.
Soft, you whisper, “Adrian,” and he just shifts again, cracking a yawn against your thigh. “Adrian? You shouldn’t lay like that if you’re hurt.”
“Whuh?” he mumbles, confused, blinking his eyes open. He seems lost for a moment— and then you see the instant he remembers everything that happens.
Jolting upright, his hands are on you in an instant, slipping from your hold so he can frame your face between his palms, then skate down over your chest. You can only assume he’s already done this countless times, but you still allow him to do it again, to take inventory of you, just like you have with each other every time you’ve been hurt in a fight or an accident or just doing something goofy.
“I’m okay,” you tell him, when he’s straightening your blankets, fidgeting with them over your legs.
He scoffs, turning to look at you over the top edge of his glasses. “You are not okay, I— I will be the judge of when you are okay, and when you’re— you’re in the hospital after I saw— I watched them—” His words come to a stammering stop, and he frowns down at his hands before fiddling with the blankets again. “I’m just saying, you were not okay, you are not okay—”
“I will be okay?” you interrupt.
With how stressed and on-edge he clearly is, it’s a risky move, but you earn the small huff and the smile that you’re angling for.
“Yeah,” he tells you, the wind leaving his sails, sitting heavily on the edge of your bed. “They all kept saying you’ll be just fine. I just—” He waves one hand vaguely through the air. “Seeing that—” His voice breaks, and he curses, “Shit—”
“It’s okay,” you promise him. He shakes his head, so you reach out with your good hand, catching his in yours. “Hey, it is. I swear. We’re both here, aren’t we?”
His eyes are bloodshot, his face flushing. You can see the shine of tears welling up before he swallows thickly and looks down at your joined hands, taking a shaking breath, in and out in tremors.
“You nearly weren’t,” Adrian mumbles. “It should’ve been—”
“Stop,” you interrupt him. “Stop right there. It’s bad enough you’re hurt—”
“I’m not hurt—”
You used your joined hands to point right at his temple. “Then what’s this? And I’m sure that’s not everything, Adrian. You have to tell me when you’re hurt. That’s the deal, remember? We’re honest with each other.”
“This is different,” Adrian insists.
“How?”
“I don’t— I don’t know, it just is,” Adrian says. “I was the one driving—”
“It’s not your fault,” you tell him. He’s about to protest, but you cut him off with, “No, it’s not your fault. The truck came at us. You tried to get us out of the way— we’d probably be dead if you didn’t.”
It seems like he’s still going to argue, for a moment, but your last words draw him up short. Instead, he shivers a little, then tilts towards you.
“Come here,” you tell him, releasing his hand so you can wrap your arm around him instead. He’s ginger, gentle, trying not to hurt you as he curls up into your side. You rub his back, kissing the top of his head; he winds his arm around you, slow and easy, waiting for a wince from you that never comes.
“I should be comforting you,” he mumbles into your throat.
“You are comforting me.” You kiss the top of his head again, letting your lips linger there as you murmur, “Thanks for saving my life.”
He sniffles. You feel his chest hitch.
“Thanks for saving mine,” he says, muffled by your skin, growing humid and slick with his tears.
You press your cheek to the top of his head, just holding him for a while. When he’s able to calm down, he lifts his head a little, shuffles you around a bit, slow and steady with you as he guides you to rest against his chest instead. His fingertips trace nonsense patterns into your uninjured shoulder, and you yawn, letting yourself relax.
After a moment, you realize, “Wait— Where’s your bed?”
“Down the hall,” Adrian tells you in a sleepy murmur.
“Wh— Adrian.” You shift a little, but Adrian doesn’t let you sit up. “You should be in your own bed, you’re going to hurt yourself—”
His grip tightens on you. “Do you want me to leave?”
You think about it for a moment, and he did promise to be honest, and he doesn’t seem to be in pain, so—
“No,” you confess.
“Good.” He snuggles back in. “Just relax, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”
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hi! could you please write jason the toymaker, laughing jack, and candypop for the yandere prompt?:3
YANDERE HEADCANONS WITH THE CARVINAL TRIO
Ft: My vers of Jason the Toymaker, Laughing Jack and Candy Pop(credits for the images to the OPs on Pinterest)
Jason the Toymaker
Yandere level/intensity: 8/10
Love language: Giving gifts, physical touch, words of affirmation(receiving)
• Once this man lays his eyes on you it's over, they're never leaving you again
• He will disregard his job for you, has gotten in trouble with his fellow crps for this
• Once he has you he is never letting you leave, will whine if you have to go shopping and finds a reason to hate every last one of your friends
• If Slender was to find out about you and order your death his genuine response would be "Pardon me Slenderman sir..but I'd like to see you try."
• Started making you your favorite kind of toy(doll or stuffie) immediately after seeing you, would send them to you in a cliche "secret admirer" way, calls those toys in particular your children
• He would bring you around certain crps but would not bring you to live in the mansion, you would live in his workshop with him and his toys
• He would not trust you around the other two in the carnival trio, especially Jack, if you're ever around while they also are you are ALWAYS holding his hand, he trusts Candy around you if anything but Jack is a 100% no like..he'll never leave you alone with Candy, or anyone really, but he will not even allow you in the same building as Jack
• This man is possibly worse than Tobias when it comes to his self esteem and needs a constant stream of verbal and physical love to not loose his fucking mind due to his own thoughts
• His favorite time? Cuddle time of course! This man LOVES his physical attention, he's very anti touch with every person around him except for you so be prepared to have absolutely no personal space anymore, the bathroom will become your sanctuary-
• If you ever tried to leave him he would not be the type to kill you, not his precious, never his precious, he WOULD break your legs The Promised Neverland style tho and drag you home, best case scenario you learn to not run again, you heal and live happily ever after(kinda), worst case scenario though...he paralyzes you and takes you to Puppeteer for help turning you into a living doll, his now favorite doll.
Laughing Jack
Yandere level/intensity: 10/10
Love language: Violence, Physical touch, Giving/Receiving gifts, Nicknames
• You were his victim, of course, Jack ain't one of the crps like Jason or a proxy who could've met you on casual terms y'know-
• If you were unphased by the deaths of your friends then that probably would've made him intruiged with you, if you were hiding your fear though...that would've made him even more intruiged
• I do hope you are not an empath because this man LOVES to see you cry, one way or another, finds your angry tears the most beautiful though
• Can be very rough with his physical attention, I'm not sure if you cried if that would make the situation better or worse for yourself
• As much as he loves seeing you cry if it's not caused by him WHOOO BOY whoever caused it better start saying their prayers
• If Slender found out about you and ordered your death, again, I see this man CACKLING HYSTERICALLY at Slender and anyone else around, like they actually have a fucking chance-
• Likes bringing you around the other crps because he knows none of them are dumb enough(except Jeff or BEN) to touch HIS human, will definitely keep you at the mansion because I don't see him liking the victims at his carnival seeing his posessionhis weakness
• Loves bringing you around Jason and Candy just to flaunt you like a prized dog he also loves having someone around while he calls the two colorful men all sorts of snide gay comments
• His idea of gifts are either candy, toys or human/animal body parts so..it's like a game of russian roulette every time he gives you a "gift", he is also the type that if he doesn't like your gift he will tell you to your face but secretly keep it forever
• Probably has a nickname for you like "flea" or "maggot" that he'll call you when around people but he definitely loves calling you "sweetheart"
• Now if you tried to leave then all bets are off. Of course, all humans are the same after all! He would immediately kill you, he spared you when he should've killed you alongside your friends and still you do this to him!? He would never speak of you again and his hatred for humans might be even worse this time
Candy Pop
Yandere level/intensity 7/10
Love language: Quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation(giving), nicknames
• When he first saw you...nobody else did after that day- Absolutely is the impulsive Yandere who takes you immediately
• Absolutely a lovebomber but doesn't do it out of malice, honestly I don't think he knew he was yandere until you explained to him what that even was-
• A constant flow of emotional and physical attention attention from him, if you came from a very emotionally connected family then you immediately feel at home but if you had a more distant family who wasn't very loving then I wouldn't be surprised if early on you broke down in tears
• Probably the most loving yandere out of the three of them, will most probably accidentally give you stockholm and have you convinced it's a healthy relationship until you see Jeffrey walking by and get a MASSIVE reality check
• If Slender finds out about you and orders your death this man can and will drop every form of a life he has built with the crps and go off the grid with you, he is NOT taking any chances with your mortal life
• Will most definitely keep you in his dream dimension most of the time, if you want to go back to the human world he'll see if one of the boss's cabins are available
• He only brings you around Jason and Jack because he considers them his best "friends", if you felt uncomfortable around any one of themJack he would stop bringing you around them but if you took to one of them he would bring that one to you to hang out, so bring them to his dream dimension more
• Most favorite nicknames would probably be "sugar", "gumdrop", "honey bun" and "my love"
• This man does not trust ANYONE around you, somehow has more trust issues then Jason, though he'll allow people you trust around you
• Definitely the "pleaser" type of yandere, is never happy unless you are happy and will do anything to make you that way, even if it means making himself uncomfortable, anything for you
• Definitely has taken a kid or two as his newest "present" for you, will reluctantly return them if you ask him to, what can I say he loves playing house with you, gives him the closest feeling to what he thinks might be humanity
• This man has nightmares about loosing you and his dreams aren't much better as they're always filled with "What if's" about your relationship if he was human like you or you a monster like him
• If you tried to leave this could go one of two ways, he could finally snap and drag you back into his dream dimension, never letting you see the human world again and never letting you out of his sight, you don't have the right to do that anymore after breaking his trust, or he could let you go but believe me that till the day you die you'll never truly be alone again, he'll always be watching his love.
AHHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST! This was SO FUN to write and I hope y'all enjoy(and I hope this was sufficient enough to your request anon)! Sorry if any one of them is a little shorter than the others, I just wrote as much I could think of so I hope it's enough. Let me know if you want any more(or full fics, or a poly version of these headcanons) and remember requests are open just read the somewhat rules/introduction pinned on my page and maybe go read my list of characters and prompts if you don't have a very custom request. Tata for now my lovely little gremlins! -Creepz
