Edit bc this has been chilling in my drafts for a minute: finally manned up, updated and eveything is still intact, thank GOD. I played just yesterday (as of writing this edit) and I’m so happy to have this goober back in my life- apologies for the massive block of text before the actual headcanons!
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Assorted Knocker Headcanons!
TW/CW: stalking behavior, Stockholm syndrome mention (possibly used wrong…), not proofread,
Note- Reader is generally referred to as the player for the sake of making it for anyone!
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🪓- He has seriously cranked up senses. He can hear the player breathing from several feet away, he could hear their heart beating if they let him get close enough.
🪓- Going off that first one, he LOVES scaring th player. He likes hearing how they react, how their breathing gets all shaky.
🪓- He’s actually entirely self sufficient before he meets the player. But once they show up? He has zero qualms in helping himself to whatever they have. He doesn’t take enough that they’ll go hungry or be cold through a night, just whatever he needs for the time being.
🪓- Very much enjoys standing over the player’s bed while they sleep. They don’t even know he’s there, and unless he wants them to know, they wouldn’t be any the wiser.
🪓- If the player is gone for days at a time, off mining or searching for a specific item for their home, he’ll make sure their house stays… mostly uninhabited, by anything but any animals they own, and himself. The fire stays fueled, the plants are harvested, and the bed? Well… he figures they won’t notice if he uses it until they get back.
🪓- He doesn’t smell… awful? But I think it would take a little getting used to. Pine tree sap, damp wool and leather, and something… kind of metallic.
🪓- Masochist and a sadist (with limits) . He does enjoy frightening the player, his brain is wired like an animal; the player runs, his brain marks them as prey to be hunted. But! Very very large but! Killing the player and having them wake back up in bed like it was all a bad dream (despite both him and them knowing better), is different from doing anything… truly traumatic to them. He’s a killer, but he’s not a monster. He won’t hurt the player beyond physically, only weapons. He liked the player far too much to do something truly horrible to them.
🪓- With the masochism thing, he loves when the player fights back. Trapping him, hitting back even when he’s already done enough damage that they won’t survive. It just furthers his intrigue. What is it that makes the player so stubborn to go from fear to violence aimed at him?
🪓- If the player welcomes his company, be it loneliness, or perhaps a sort of… Stockholm syndrome towards his presence, or being one of the growing many (myself included I mean what-) who are genuinely excited to see him, he can’t help but be… a little disappointed. The fear is less and he gets less amusement in chasing the player know that they’re… basically into it. But he still gets his fear-high in startling them, appearing in doorways just to make them flinch. That’ll have to do. He certainly doesn’t want to fully scare off someone who actually… likes his presence despite his antics.
🪓- He loves attention. Again, he prefers a fearful reaction that one doesn’t seem to get from something as simple as a creeper or zombie. But if the player would prefer to offer him affection instead of fright… he won’t complain too much. The better he gets to know the player, the better he knows the good ways to startle the player, like blowing out their torches in the caves, breathing down their neck and vanishing before they can spot him, etc
🪓- He has zero personal space. Unless the player tells him their boundaries or that they prefer less contact, their space is also his space. He has horrible heat regulation, and loves to mooch it off the player if he can.
🪓- He is a smug bastard. So so cheeky and snarky. He teases the player for being startled by him, saying they should be used to it by now, despite the fact he actively makes sure they won’t.
🪓- Loves to borrow things from the player. Not just food and supplies, but things they’ve collected. Enchanted tools, trinkets they’ve found or made. He always returns them in the same condition when he took them, he just likes having a little something from them.
🪓- He enjoys tending to the player’s wounds. Going back to the sadism thing, he might occasionally bump a fresh bruise or cut ‘accidentally’. It certainly won’t happen again, he wouldn’t do that…/s
🪓- If the player is comfortable with him sleeping beside them at night, he certainly won’t decline. He doesn’t sleep heavily though, technically he doesn’t need to sleep, and the player getting up always wakes him. He doesn’t care about being woken up, he cares about where on earth they’re going that’s more important than sharing heat and being perfectly safe with him. (Yes he even wakes up like a trail cam horror if they just go to the bathroom and they come back to just this… nightmare on their bed lol)
🪓- He can purr. (I own the Xbox addon that costs money and the sound cue for chases absolutely sounds like purring to me). It’s probably for the best that the player doesn’t comment on it, just because it’s… largely involuntary and he thinks it’s ridiculous that of all things he can do, one of them is purring like a tamed cat.
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hiiii i’m reg and recently started writing hollanov fanfic SO! here's my new pinned post!
my niche is apparently borderline crack fics with unexpected emotional depth sprinkled in OR whump injury fics. so do with that what you will <333
as high as i might (i can’t get that high): 10k, one shot
Shane Hollander accidentally gets very high. That's it, that's the fic.
u and me at home: 9k, one shot
Shane gets high again, but this time it's on purpose, at the cottage and with Ilya. aka HIGH!SHANE THE SEQUEL!
spinning out, waiting for you: 58k, wip!! 9/11 chapters
A week after returning from their honeymoon, Shane gets in a car accident that threatens the future he and Ilya so painstakingly fought to build.
smoke gets in your eyes 9k, one shot
Shane Hollander has a strange affliction: cigarette smoke gives him nosebleeds. Needless to say, this makes interacting with Ilya Rozanov more difficult than he'd previously imagined.
hit me where it hurts: 7k, one shot
Ilya takes a nasty hit on the ice, but it's nothing he hasn't brushed off before. Or at least, that's what he thought. Off the ice, Shane finds himself overwhelmed with the unexpected complications of Ilya's injury.
you're still young, that's your fault: 7k, one shot
Shane just might be the world's most enthusiastic hockey dad, but when Ilya points out their son might not be enjoying the sport as much as Shane thought, he struggles to reevaluate his expectations.
no one noticed: 4k, one shot
It's the night of the Boston vs Montreal game, and Shane Hollander isn't letting whatever illness he's contracted stop him from getting out on the ice, no matter how sick he actually is. Ilya Rozanov, it seems, is the only person who notices.
I imagine at some point Silco might've been despondent when it came to the cause of Zaun. And on a night like that, Vander would've tried to cheer him up.
They would be in Vander's small room above the Drop, Silco spiralling a little; why are some people not responding to their call to action as expected? Why do some even berate them for trying to change anything at all? Are they even on the right track?
"What do you want to do when all of this is over?" Vander would ask, the question catching Silco off guard because what is there "afterwards"? This is what gives him purpose. What else could he possibly yearn for beyond the liberation of their people? But Vander would just smile and reveal, "I want to get a cat. I've always wanted one, but we're so busy that I couldn't take good care of it right now, so I would get one then."
A cat? Silco would probably find it a tad absurd. Nothing's really stopping Vander from getting a cat; the creature would surely survive their absences no problem.
"But first I would spend a whole day in bed. Waking up just to sleep again right after," Vander would add, and Silco, confronted with his own bone-deep exhaustion, has to admit that he would very much like that, too.
"I—I would eat sweet pastries. Every kind available in that nice bakery we've passed near the bridge," he'd concede, to Vander's delight. Encouraged, Silco would admit to a much deeper dream. "I would study. Proper study, that is, at a university. With big lecture halls and like-minded people to discuss with."
"Still would be the smartest guy in the building," Vander would say, and it's the kind of compliment that Silco doesn't have a hard time accepting.
"I would have time to write, maybe do it for a living, although that's highly unrealistic." You see, one must know their limits, even when dreaming.
Vander would stay quiet for a while, drinking it all in. "I'd like some kids," he'd finally declare. It wouldn't fully take Silco by surprise, but his next words would. "Not too many. Just two or three."
"What?? That's plenty!"
His reaction would make Vander laugh for sure. "Oh, come on. Think about everything we could teach them!"
"We?" Silco would wonder out loud, brow arched, and would be met with a cocky smile.
"Yeah. With your brains and my strength, we've got all fronts covered."
"That's a tall order," Silco would point out, his own mouth stretching involuntarily into a smile because kids are the furthest thing from his mind, and it's a crazy idea, perhaps even crazier than making a living out of writing.
"I think you'd make a great father," Vander would say in a low voice, and there'd be raw honesty in that statement, the same unconditional trust Silco is met with whenever Vander blindly puts his own life and the future of Zaun in his hands, as if he could do no wrong with either of them. And Silco can almost believe it.
my heart says 'yes,' but my lips say 'no' (zoro/robin)
Pairings: Zoro/Robin
Tags: Canon Divergence (Post-Wano Arc), Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2.7k words
Summary: Even the most logical person in the Straw Hat Pirates have a hard time finding how to untangle the ways of love.
A/N: It's been a while since I have posted something zorobin related here haha
Also posted on: Archive of Our Own
Robin was smiling to herself when she was heading all the way back to their quarters in the palace of Wano. Since she knew someone would very much like this sake she had bought and would drink this in one go. She knew him too well, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction. When she arrived, she passed by Nami in the hallways.
“Have you seen Zoro, Nami?”
“Isn't he with Momo's younger sister? Why are you looking for him, though?”
Oh.
“Right, right. How can I not know it?” Robin smiled as she hid the sake behind her back.
Of course, how can she forget that? He was getting closer with Hiyori after all, and it's not like she should disturb them. She had seen how close Hiyori was with Zoro the past few days and there was not a day she would hear her crewmates tease Zoro and Hiyori that they should be together. There was a throbbing ache inside her chest, she couldn't quite place this feeling, so instead, she could only smile at them like she was so happy.
Meanwhile, Nami stared at her suspiciously and it was starting to make Robin uneasy since Nami wasn’t like this unless she sensed something .
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re too obvious, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
Nami rolled her eyes in amusement.
“When you’re annoyed, your brows are visibly frowning and your mouth pouts and then.”
“I don’t do that—”
“And, the sake was so obvious that it was for him, so no need to deny it now, Robin. I know.” Nami patted Robin's shoulder. “And not to mention, he’s an idiot, Robin...”
“He’s not stupid, Nami. I mean, he’s not book-smart but he’s well-versed with his swords, and he is actually kind… and handsome, I guess?” She trailed off her words before snapping herself back to reality, realizing what she had said. “Why am I even saying this to you, well, it’s not actually for Zoro. I just happened to have this in my hand when I was looking for him! And I don't know what you are talking about so if you may excuse me, I’m heading out, see you around.”
“Why are we losing a promising woman to a dumbass like Zoro?” Nami sighed deeply, massaging her temples, as she watched Robin scurry away from the palace.
She was not supposed to leave Nami like that, and now the navigator might be thinking that she has hidden feelings for the swordsman. She was only friends with him, so why did Nami have to come up with such a ludicrous theory? She only has sake with her since she bought it from one of the shops downtown. And it was on sale! So, obviously she didn’t pass up that opportunity to buy the sake for him.
“Robin-chwan~!” Robin heard the cook’s scream of adoration. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the others at the plaza?” He asked as soon as he was standing in front of Robin.
“Oh, I forgot something in my room.”
Sanji then looked at the sake, then looked at Robin with a knowing look but he didn’t say anything.
“Well, let’s go to the plaza, shall we?”
“I can manage, you go on ahead, Sanji.” She smiled at him.
“Well, see you there, I guess?”
Robin craned her neck as she looked for a specific swordsman in the sea of people in the plaza. Holding the sake in her hand, she just hoped she would see him here. No, she was not looking for him. There was a difference between wanting to see him and giving him a gift, and also to do both. Robin didn’t want to admit to herself but it was actually the latter. To her dismay, she hasn’t found him yet.
“Nico-ya, are you looking for someone?”
Robin almost dropped the sake in her hand, startled to hear the Heart Pirates’ Captain behind her back.
“No, I wasn’t.” She gave him a quick smile before she kept on tiptoeing to search for the swordsman.
“I know where he is.”
“I think you’re mistaken, Torao. I’m not looking for Zoro.”
“Sure, but I didn't even mention a name.”
That struck a nerve on Robin. Nevertheless, she ignored him and moved a few steps away from him, yet the doctor never left her side.
“Why are you looking for him?”
“For someone like you, I didn’t peg you to snoop around other’s business, Torao. It doesn’t seem like you.” She smirked, deflecting the topic on her.
“Okay, sure, but next time don’t ask me where he is when I saw him standing there by the stalls with Momonosuke's sister.” Before Law could finish his sentence, Robin was already nowhere to be found.
So, they're together. Why was she even denying it? There are already hints that Hiyori was interested in Zoro, and he might feel the same as well so… Oh well, there is no point in giving this to him after all. The sake would go to waste if she didn't consume it right away. She did buy it with her own money after all.
“You're one of the Straw Hats, right? You look beautiful in person!” A man, reeking in alcohol, showed up to sit in front of Robin's seat. “Why are you all alone, pretty lady? Do you want some company?”
“That's kind of you but I don't need any company as of the moment.”
“But you might need one since you're drinking the finest sake in Wano! That sake is much better served for two people.”
“It's okay, really.” Robin was starting to get unsettled, so she grabbed the sake with her and left the man alone. But the man seemed not to get her point and followed her.
“Don't you want to have some fun—?!”
Robin was about to cross her arms to silence him, without hurting him in the process, when all of a sudden, someone interrupted her stance.
“The woman said she didn't want any company right now, asshole.”
“And who are you—?” The man stood frightened and gulped. “Never mind, I'm outta here.” The man whimpered before he ran as fast as he could.
Robin didn't need to turn back whoever had pushed away the creepy man, she already knew who it was. And it was starting to make her hands feel jittery all of a sudden. What's going on with her?!
“I already handled it myself, Zoro, aren’t you with Hiyori? Why are you here?” She asked him.
“And I thought you were with Torao?”
Robin looked at him, as confused as she was.
“Huh? But I wasn't with him, didn't you see I was alone?” She didn't have time for petty arguments, she was getting tired just by sitting here all alone, she wanted to take a rest instead.
“What about the other day? I saw you with him going somewhere so I didn't disturb you.”
“You mean the— I was with him because he wanted me to see the poneglyphs under Wano… But you're with Hiyori? Aren't you two already together?”
“We're not—!”
“Zoro, I need you here, look at this.” Hiyori showed up beside the swordsman with a lucky couple bracelets in her hand. “Oh, the archeologist of the Straw Hats, it is nice to meet you in person.” The woman smiled at her as she took Zoro's hand in hers.
Robin didn't even need any further explanation about their situation right now. Zoro and Hiyori together right in front of her just proves it already. Robin already got the idea where she should not interfere between their alone time.
“I think you two will enjoy this sake I bought for you.” Robin handed the sake to Zoro before excusing herself to leave them alone. “Enjoy yourselves tonight.” Robin smiled before she left them alone, ignoring the recurring pain in her chest.
She shouldn't have bought that sake in the first place.
Instead of heading back to the palace, Robin decided to go back to Sunny instead. Leaning her body towards the railing, she basks herself under the moonlight, knowing no one will find her here since almost all of them were busy in the festivities in the streets of the city. It was much better to stay here out alone with her thoughts, away from a specific swordsman that runs inside her mind.
Hiyori complements Zoro's aloof and cool attitude. Although she knew that even then, Zoro can match Hiyori's kindness and doting personality. Even some of the people who had seen them say that they both look good together. Some of their friends even think they are better together except Sanji, of course.
“Are you really going to be alone here for the rest of the night?”
Robin looked below the ship and saw the swordsman, standing on the seashore.
“Robin, why are you ignoring me?” The swordsman then asked.
“I'm not ignoring you. I was only giving you space with Hiyori, that's all.” She quipped.
'So am I,' she thought. Why all of a sudden, she was having this ache inside her heart when she has always been healthy courtesy of Chopper's readings on her vital signs? Had she contracted any diseases without knowing what it is? Maybe she needed to consult again with another doctor. Maybe Marco or Torao would know what was happening to her.
“But can I go up there with you?”
Robin was about to leave the railing, and yet, when she stared at Zoro's eyes. How come her heart says, 'Yes, please,' but her lip says: “No, Zoro. Go back to Hiyori, good night.”
They haven't left Wano yet so she was glad that she could wander around the town except for one thing: Zoro was preoccupying her mind for the rest of the day. There was no other reason that she should be thinking about him lately, but alas, he was just there. She tried doing her daily routine like reading books, watering her plants, playing with Chopper and Luffy but nothing could distract her away from the thought of the swordsman.
It was not even this hard like the past few years. She can just make him magically disappear inside her mind but right now, how come it was so impossible?!
Later that day, she decided to ask Law for assistance. She knew that Law might have known what's going on with her. What if it is a disease that could potentially damage her brain?
“I always get this pain inside my chest and I get nervous whenever I was with him recently, and sometimes I get frustrated towards something like I feel itchy on some parts of my hands when he is with someone. Though I still like him.” She gave an expectant look at the doctor once she finished her rambling.
“I've never seen you this frantic, Nico-ya.”
“Do you think there's any chance I might die because of this?”
Law rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“Gods, no. It's not that serious. But I do warn you that something’s wrong, though you just need to sort out what is going on between you two.” Law was already packing up his things before he was leaving Chopper's infirmary.
“So, what should I do next?”
“I'm a surgeon, Nico-ya, not Straw Hats' personal therapist, go talk with him, I know you can do it without my help,” he said before he and Robin left the room.
“ROBIN, WHERE ARE YOU?!”
The archeologist and the doctor heard the loud scream of their resident doctor outside the infirmary. Concerned, Robin quickly went to Chopper and checked what was going on before everything turned into chaos. The little reindeer wailed inaudibly, clinging on Robin’s legs.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“ItwaSHZHORO. PLISHLOOKFOHRZORO!” Chopper was still clinging tightly into Robin’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Say it slowly, Chopper. What happened?” Robin leveled herself for Chopper.
“Zoro is…” He sniffed. “Is going to leave…” He wiped away his snot with his little arms. “Convince him not to leave, Robin.” He whimpered with teary eyes.
“What? You know Zoro wouldn’t do that.” Robin assured him with a smile. “Maybe he was just joking?”
“Then why isn't he here yet?" He sniffed once more. "Can you talk to him?"
Robin let out a deep sigh. One thing about Chopper is that she wouldn't want to see the little reindeer sad, let alone cry.
"I will go talk to him then. But where did you last see him? Is he not in the crow's nest?" Robin caressed Chopper's chubby cheeks.
Chopper shook his head.
"Maybe he was at the palace, he was enjoying his stay here, Robin, what if he doesn't want to sail with us anymore?"
"Zoro wouldn't do that, I'll go talk to him for you, and if he doesn't want anymore, I'll convince him for you. I promise that." Robin smiled when Chopper tightly embraced her.
Just when she was about to leave Sunny, the swordsman she was looking for had arrived just in time.
"Zoro." She said firmly.
"What?"
The tension felt tight which made Chopper scurried away from them and went behind the barrels on deck with a little smile in his face that Robin didn't notice.
"Are you really leaving?"
Zoro gave her a puzzled look.
"Huh? Why would I? Who said that? That stupid cook?"
Robin looked as confused as he was. When she turned around to ask Chopper, it seemed the reindeer was no longer on Sunny.
"I actually have no idea." She sighed and rested her body against the railings.
"Are you already together with Hiyori?" She asked him out of the blue. She already kind of expected Zoro would deflect the question, yet surprisingly, the swordsman seemed to have readied himself for this question, or was that just her?
"To tell you the truth, if you'll actually believe me, there's nothing between us. How about you and Torao?"
"If you'll actually believe me, too, then, I am only friends with him."
They both stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do nor talk about. And there goes Robin's jittery hands, and faster heartbeat. She swears Zoro can hear her heart beating fast if he stands closer by her, which she kinda wished he would actually do. Then all of a sudden, she chuckled to herself until she burst out laughing which was followed by a baffled laugh from Zoro.
"Why are you laughing?" Although he, too, was laughing along with her.
She hadn't said anything yet, but in her mind, she just realized that maybe the reason why Chopper had bawled in front of her, was to reel her in to talk with Zoro. She could be wrong but if she was actually correct then the little reindeer is so convincing, she thinks he can be qualified as one of the Grand Line Theater Actors for his outstanding performance.
"It's nothing, don't worry. By the way, sorry to bother you earlier," Robin said, stepping ahead of him back to Wano. Before she could step on the sands of Wano, Zoro called out her name.
"Robin?"
Robin had never turned around so fast to face him.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, too and…Thank you for the sake…" Zoro gazed down on his feet, avoiding her gaze. "Let's drink it together? If that would be okay with you." Zoro mumbled softly. Robin could see the hint of pink forming in Zoro's ears and cheeks, but if she spoke of it, she knew it would just further make the swordsman flush in embarrassment. 'It's kinda cute, though,' she thought.
"Only if I can bring my books up in the crow's nest just like always." She grinned at him.
"You're always welcome to do that." Zoro said before he climbed up. Zoro then stopped for a moment right before he was close to the hatch. "I'll wait for you up there, see you later, Robin."
Behind their backs, Nami would probably shaking her head in disappointment and tell herself, 'How long will they even realize?' and she would just be as frustrated as the Heart Pirates' Captain like he had always knew the secret affair between the archeologist and the swordsman except, of course, for Zoro and Robin.
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hellohello!! May I request the cast x reader who’s prone to getting sick??
Well hey! It has been a long long while. I’ve been busy, and I’m so sorry for the delay! Lots of fighting against my grades for school, and being kicked around by 5 different fandoms. Thank you for your patience, hope this is up to par!
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Ersatz cast x Sickly Reader
TW/CW: As in character as possible, Carrie is kind of an asshole, implied death (canon typical), implied friendship already, not proofread, mentions of throwing up,
Note- how would we feel if I added an oc to this roster? I’ve got an oc in the works, some art of him currently waiting to be finished, could be cool. I also would add Kelly to the roster but I really don’t think I have enough to work with…
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Carrie 🦷-
- As with many things, I feel he’d think you were either being dramatic or faking. He’s skeptical about everything to the point of just being a dick, and he tends to expect the worst of everyone.
- But when he realizes this isn’t you just whining to get out of being blown to bits? He’ll soften up. He’ll even get snippy with Kelly for trying to get you to fight anyway, you’re no good to anyone, much less yourself, if you pass out from overexertion.
- He won’t be the type to bundle you up in blankets and read you stories or anything, but he’ll bring you a cool wet cloth for your face if you get a fever, and he’ll make sure you drink and eat if you can keep food down.
- He’ll definitely be happy to have you back in fighting condition, you’re no fun all sick, and he doesn’t like seeing people in that state. At least death is usually fast, being sick is just a thing to suffer through.
- If you can’t sleep but can’t do things, he might just hang out and talk about random things. It’s the weirdest shit too, not personal stories, just random shower thoughts and stuff. You’ll either laugh or be so bored you fall asleep. Either way it’s not bad.
Warwick 🐗-
- Warwick is much softer than Carrie. He tries to avoid sending you out too often so you can rest and avoid being exposed to things that make you sick.
- He’ll tell you stories, though nothing that hurts too much to talk about. Maybe stuff about fellow soldiers, stories that Carrie is embarrassed to retell, little over glamorous stories of saving other soldiers.
- He rarely gets sick, it’s a benefit of being melded with his gas mask, so if you’re really feeling like shit and want some comfort, he doesn’t mind laying beside you for a while.
Mophead 🪖-
- This poor thing barely knows how to handle their own sickness if they get sick, but they try their best to alleviate any discomfort, bringing you cold wet cloths to help with the fever, or giving you one of their blankets if you’ve got the chills.
- Even if it results in them getting sick, they’ll do the same as Warwick, laying beside you for comfort-sake. They’re really touch starved, and they enjoy feeling like they have some control over something, even if that something is making you feel marginally better.
- They’ve found comfort in tea, and encourages you to drink it as well to hydrate, not wanting you to get worse.
Munroe 🪦-
- This poor bastard is clingy when you’re sick. He’s afraid of losing someone he cares about, romantic or otherwise. He’s stuck to you constantly.
- It almost gets suffocating, honestly, but it’s all out of concern, he really doesn’t mean to be so overbearing.
- It’s not outright panicky, just him doing that same awkward denial thing he does with the gas masks.
- He makes sure you’re drinking water, he understands if you can’t keep down food at the moment. You’ve got at least two extra blankets on your bed that you can use as needed, water, and he’ll bring you food when you want it.
Ascetic 📿-
- Honestly a total sweetheart. You get the same gentle treatment as all of his animals.
- So much gentle care. Gently rubbing achey muscles, if you’re feeling like physical contact, wiping your face with a cool cloth.
- He will feed you soup. You’ve aren’t doing it yourself, he’s not having any of it.
- He’ll talk in riddles about nothing in particular, since, in my opinion anyway, he has a fairly comforting voice.
- He’ll even offer you his own food, the stuff that doesn’t go to the animals, even if you protest. He insists you stay fed, when you’re not going to just throw it all up.
Can you pretty please with cherrys on top write a Carry x reader who matches his energy??
Of course, with all the cherries!
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Carrie x Reader who matches his energy (ERSATZ)
TW/CW: biting, cursing, Carrie is an asshole, mentions of death,
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- First and foremost, I feel so bad for all the other soldiers. Carrie is already a lot. And now there’s TWO feral mean bastards?? Oh brother.
- Carrie thought you were copying him at first (I feel like he tends to assume the worst of people to start, he’s not exactly had the best example of people in a war).
- But when he realized you were just a rabid bastard like him? He definitely gets along with you much better. He shares his stuff. If someone steals your stuff he hunts them down and gives them endless shit. He knows you’d return the favor.
- Romantically he’s definitely on the end of being a total jerk, out of love. He calls you names, you call him names. It’s like that one couple from DHMIS, constantly at each others throats and looking like you hate each other.
- I feel like he’s honestly very chill if you act like he does. He likes having someone who gets his sense of humor, even if that humor is just swearing like sailors and mocking your own deaths
- He gives you space when you’re injured even though he wants to give a hand, because he knows you don’t like the hovering any more than he does. He hates having to pick you up and piece you back together on the battlefield though.
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Sorry this one is short, I’m honestly tired but didn’t want you waiting too long </3
Characters: Naga, Soap, Ghost, Roach, König, Horangi, Nikto
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Naga- 🐍
-I love this guy honestly. (@ratkingah , I still love that edit you made of him for me, one of my prized possessions lmao). I just think he’s pretty <3
-I am a firm believer in split tongue Naga, it’s only right.
-an artist I love from Bsky drew him with some subtle freckles and I actually love it so much—
-He can sleep anywhere. He’s used to dozing off in his perch if he’s sniping someone. Although because he’s supposed to be aware, he’s also a fairly light sleeper, if he’s on a mission.
-Otherwise, he honestly sleeps like the dead.
-I feel like he sleeps half off the bed. He runs way too warm to be fully under the covers unless it’s properly cold where he’s sleeping.
-If he cooks for you, you had better have a good spice tolerance or tell him to tone down the heat, because he likes his food HOT-
-He isn’t one to be cuddled, or at least I can’t imagine him wanting to be cuddled all that much. He prefers being the big spoon 9/10 times.
-Like I mentioned, he runs warm, so I can’t imagine you need that many blankets if you’ve got him holding you. He’s like a heated blanket.
-He’s not a big bulky guy, he isn’t like some of the fanart of Ghost who has biceps as big as your thighs, he’s more lean muscle, but he’s still quite strong. He’s not lumpy at least lol
-I can see him biting simply out of affection (and definitely not projecting here-). Not even hard, just like how cats do sometimes when they want attention.
Soap- 🧼
-He’s very touchy, just with people in general, not even just you. Maybe not rookies, but people he likes, absolutely.
-Patting Gaz or Ghost on the back or shoulder, giving you a side hug, or a full hug if you want, high fiving Price, stuff like that
-Sleeps like a star fish, all over the bed, OR he’s being your weighted blanket. Then you both get to feel like you’re being cuddled.
-He doesn’t run as warm as Naga, but he’s pretty comfortable. Also a little more plush than Naga, not quite chubby but not as lean as Naga
-Soap can’t cook for shit, but he still shows how he loves you other ways. He’s a snuggler, and oh my god the nicknames don’t stop-
-I feel like he actually takes pretty good care of his skin. No 15-in-one for him lol
Ghost- 💀
-Total opposite of Soap in terms of the skincare… usually. If he feels particularly gross after a long mission where he couldn’t shower for days, he’s stealing some of Soap’s stuff
-He is more of a texture eater, like I am. He’s a big fan of buttered noodles, and puffed rice cakes (I love both ngl, also projecting-)
-He prefers being cuddled once he gets used to the affection, but he doesn’t mind cuddling you from time to time as well. Let’s face it, he’s been through shit, he likes being cared for.
-He’s wary of physical affection at the start, he’s more of a gifting guy or an acts of service kind of guy. I feel like he makes absolutely AMAZING bread. Plus he gets the catharsis of SLAMMING the bread on the counter like someone people do- it’s very entertaining to watch.
-If you’re cuddling him, he likes his head on your chest. He likes feeling that you’re alive, your heartbeat in his ear, and lord knows you aren’t going anywhere, not if he has anything to say about it.
Roach- 🪳
-Kind of selective mute? Can talk when needed, like responding to orders or giving information over the radio, but he honestly prefers not to talk most of the time.
-VERY animated sign language, especially if he’s excited by the topic.
-Loves listening to you talk too. He’s always got an ear for you, even if it’s just what you did that day, or the way you hate how the pants you’re wearing fit and that you need to get more comfortable ones.
-Loves bugs, honestly. He keeps a journal, since he tends to space out and forget what he did in a day, and it helps him remember what duties he’s done. He doodles bugs on the pages and has bug stickers.
-Cute little tan lines on his face from his goggles that he wears almost everywhere
-It’s a double sided cuddle, you’re both just kinda tangled in one another, and it honestly takes a minute to untangle when you ultimately have to get up.
-He hoards snacks around base, just little caches. They’re in the weirdest places too, places where only he’d think to look. Of course, you’re special, and he tells you where they are… if you can actually get to them, that is.
-He’s also a texture eater. He loves gummies, especially the peelable gummies, cuz there’s an extra little task to keep him occupied. He likes the peach ones the best.
-Also those chocolate wafer roll things? Idk what they’re called, but he loves those.
-He loves to draw on his hands, and yours if you don’t mind it. Of course, it’s usually bugs, or stars, or other little stuff. If you have specific hyperfixations, he’s happy to doodle them on your arms and hands, especially seeing how happy it makes you.
König- 🇦🇹
-BIG BOY <333
-He’s not really as squishy as most people make him out to be, he can and will yell at someone if he has to, he’s a colonel
-But he has his preferences, his ways of remaining comfortable. For one thing, he’s not going to be in charge of tours or getting to know rookies, unless he chooses to. He needs the time to mentally prepare the energy for it.
-He prefers to body-double with you more than be super chatty, especially if he’s had a bad anxiety day. He likes the company, it’s a little hard to make friends if just talking to people makes his hands clammy.
-He’s happy to listen if you like to talk a lot. He tends to zone out when he’s listening too, so you can be yapping and he’s just staring like 👁️👁️ lol. He doesn’t mean to, it just kinda happens. Also he likes to admire you so sometimes it is intentional.
-He struggles to sleep most of the time, simply because his brain doesn’t really slow down, and a lot of it is overthinking. But once you show up and give him proper cuddles and get all the stress-static in his brain to stop? He sleeps hard, and he’s crushing you into the bed-
-He likes holding your hand a lot. Stroking your knuckles, playing with your fingers, he likes it.
-UGLY laugh… he got his nose broken years ago and so now he has the ugliest snort laugh ever, it’s honestly adorable though. If you actually make him laugh, he can’t fucking stop because the snorting is just so funny, even with his insecurities.
Horangi- 🐅
-Sharper teeth than a normal person. Tiger teefs :3
-Loves raw seafood. He’s literally drooling in seafood or sushi restaurants. Raw tuna is his favorite.
-Yk how people have invisible stripes/skin patterns? (This is real, I’m not joking, it’s called Blaschko’s Lines) His are visible, and look like tiger stripes.
-He likes to be the cuddler, you’re getting spooned whether you like it or not! Although he doesn’t mind being cuddled occasionally. He likes when you lay on him, like a weighted blanket.
-He isn’t a picky eater at ALL, and he likes to order something new whenever you go out to eat. He won’t force it on you, he gets that not everyone likes everything. If you’re a nuggets only kind of person, he won’t complain, but he may give you gentle nudges towards something healthier or something that isn’t just… nuggets-
-Heterochromia, one eye blue and one eye green, both are fairly dark in terms of shade though.
-FULL ARM SLEEVE TATTOOS. I will die on this hill, tattoos are hot 😭
Nikto- 🇷🇺
-His love language is… low-key stalkerish-
-He kinda just lurks, observing you, taking note of what you like, to start with. If you tell him to knock it off, he will, but he’s still hyper aware of your interests.
-He’s also cautious about letting you cuddle him. He’s honestly not a huge fan of physical touch, and he’ll tolerate it for your sake but he isn’t really going to go out of his way for it.
-if he feels safe enough to remove his mask, then consider yourself very lucky. He HATES his scars, on bad days he has trouble even looking in mirrors
-If he’s having one of his flashbacks or he’s dissociating, it’s better not to touch him. Just stay nearby to make sure he’s okay once he comes back to reality, but don’t try to snap him out of it. He may hurt you without meaning to if it’s a flashback or if he’s not fronting and someone who isn’t so gentle is, and he really doesn’t want that. If that does happen, he’ll be hesitant to even touch you for a while, but he doesn’t blame you.
-The most physical touch he’ll seek out is to hold your hand or put a hand on you to reassure himself at night that you’re still there.
-He likes to just lurk, observing you, if you don’t mind him just kinda creeping in the doorway. If you create things, either drawings or trinkets, and give him something, he nods silently and accepts it, and keeps it very well taken care of. A rookie stole a keychain you gave him in an attempt to look good, and nearly met god when Nikto figured out who took it.
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There, the sillies! I really just wrote for my favorites, because I’m gonna be totally honest, I don’t really get to know characters I don’t hyperfixate on- that’s just how my brain works, I do not control the brainrot- kinda tempted to write for horangi now—
