Aaaa Hello!! I Absolutely Love Your Works! I've Been Fighting My Demons To Send An Ask For Awhile Now

so this is why they became guards and not players (affectionate)

big bear boy staring at you 👀👀👀

it’s wesley wednesday!

I love good boy Harry, I do, but I hate it when people write him to be this absolute saint, who would never use any dark magic, or be vicious when need be.

He literally used Crucio on Bellatrix (albeit, it didn’t really work), and then he used it again, on somebody because they spat on McGonagall (and it did work that time).

He used Imperio on multiple people.

He strangled a guy.

And this all happened in canon.

2022 was a tough year, so I wanted to welcome 2023 with a smile and laughs.

I present to you low quality memes!

CRUMB MY BELOVED

i love your hcs sm!! do you think you could write 141 best friends hcs with reader getting hurt?

HI YES SORRY IVE BEEN ILL

141 best friend hcs— reader is injured

(requested) cw for blood, injury, near death, stuff like that

GAZ

when i tell you this man would scream at the top of his fucking lungs

he would do his best to stop the bleeding, but would also make fun of you as your face paled

“big strong y/n couldn’t handle a bullet, huh?” (this is the man who sat down and buried his head in his hands and hyperventilated after scraping his knee during a night out drinking)

he’d be there the entire time, but wouldn’t try to fight medical professionals from taking you off

“bitch, wake up”

he wouldn’t be allowed in the hospital room, and get pissed off, and proceed to tweet angrily outside. he knew you wouldn’t die, but he was scared you would, and it would be without him there to help you.

once you were awake, you’d probably send him some shit like this ^

he would then proceed to immediately run to your room and violently noogie you before hugging you

GHOST

now.. something is wrong with this man. he wouldn’t scream, he wouldn’t start crying out of anger or anything healthy. he lets out a guttural wail inside of his head as soon as he sees you’ve been downed.

if you’re near him, he’d drag you to a closed part of a building and desperately but calmly try stopping the blood. he’s learned a lot of tactics, and making himself appear like he’s staying calm is one of them.

his heartbeat is about 500 beats per minute rn. your flesh is now pale, which is unnerving considering your usual skin tone. he’s not trained in patching others up, and he doesn’t know how to fix that. he says something and you don’t respond so he raises his voice and goes “Stay with me, kid.”

incoherently mutters into comms, just completely trailing off

just cradling you the entire time until evac arrived, which he tried to follow but went with price and soap

if he was not by you, he’d keep asking questions until he got answers or he didn’t

“ C/N, come in. Do you copy?”

(radio silence)

“C/N, do you copy?”

“ . . . “

“..Fuck.”

moves through rooftops to find you, scouring the city like some kind of demented superhero.

would use his scope to try and spot you through any of the windows

he’d send out like 5 calls for an evac when you didn’t respond, but he’s searching in his spare time

NEARLY broke down crying when he found you slumped in a tiny apartment

he definitely thought you were dead and the anxiety in his voice was real. a tear and a sniffle or two might have been shed before he found the weak pulse in your neck

doesn’t move from your side ONCE, he stays up for days straight until you wake up or is slumped in a barstool

SOAP

thinks you’re joking for the first 2 minutes after you say you’ve been hit

SPRINTS to your location

you’re always together so of course he blames himself that in the 5 minutes you were apart a bullet tears through your chest

when panicked he just starts speaking heavily accented english or full out scots gaelic (he learned it from an old teammate), not out of choice but he noticed it keeps your mind moving when he does so he keeps doing it

one time while injured you went “gaelic more like GAY LICK” and then passed out and he laughed then cried

always thinks he’s going to end up in a vietnam war veteran position holding you

while carrying you to evac you repeated one of ghosts shitty jokes and he nearly dropped you out of fear/temporary resentment

the last words you hear before you die are going to be a mix of “hells fuckin bells” or “sweet baby jesus”

PRICE

this man’s friends are all dead. he’s had men die in his arms before and he’s scared every time that it’s going to be you

NO NO NO NO SOAP SOAAAPPP

absolutely silent, just trying to keep you awake and alive

this man will never leave you alone, you are ALWAYS with him and if you’re not you’re to be looked over by gaz. and if you get injured on gaz’ watch he’ll never hear the end of it

has definitely thought “if y/n dies im killing everyone in this room and then myself” but wouldn’t dare say it out loud

he’d drop everything he was doing, doesn’t matter if it was in the middle of a mission

STAY WITH ME SOLDIER

he puts his hat on you just to shield your eyes from the absolute liveleak that is your abdomen (or the sun, depending on the weather)

you wear his hat until you wake up. if you don’t, you’re being buried with the hat on your chest. that’s your god damn hat now

doesn’t understand what you’re saying but will pretend to laugh if you make a joke

ROACH

would kill everything in his path until he found the one who hurt you

you like to shout “GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM” just to scare the living shit out of him

141: “i fear no man, but that thing..”

(bloodthirsty roach)

“it scares me.”

he’s nervous and it shows. he’ll cry

he’ll stand outside the door until the doctor lets him know you’re stable (he wants to give you privacy of course)

if you’re afab then he’ll literally pause before taking the gear off your chest because he doesn’t want to invade your privacy. he just shuts his eyes and hopes for the best

he will carry you through hell in order to get you to evac

lays his head on his arms on your legs when you’re in a hospital bed

“i didn’t sign up for this”

that one audio that’s like “oh my gosh.. what do i do?? euuGGGHHHH”

The Most Humane Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Yandere!Mold Ethan Winters x GN!reader

Summery: Childhood friends of Ethan Winters you watch as the blond man grow into a fine adult, someone caring and devoid of any malicious capabilities. As time grows you soon realize that you love the adorably dumb man, Ethan was everything in your eyes. So when he marries another person by the name of Mia it tore you to pieces, especially when you come to learn her true nature. Cruel, manipulative, and cold, safe to say you hated her in every way. Regardless, Ethan loved her whole heartedly and you did your best to support him. One day Mia goes missing from her "babysitting job", days turn to week, and week to months, Ethan was a wreck from the anxiety. And despite all feelings for Mia and for Ethan you buried them alive, stepping in as the supportive friend Ethan always knew you as. Apparently that was not enough as without any notice Ethan was gone, out on an adventure to save his wife. This left you alone with no idea of what happened to the man you loved, left alone for weeks and months. Just you and your thoughts.

That is until Ethan returned, changed by the experiences in more than just emotional trauma.

Tags: Heavy Angst, some fluffy moments, yandere themes (lighter side), Ethan being turned into a mostly mindless mold monster, character violence, mentions of abuse, jealously, mentions of depression and eating disorder, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers (?)

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So much time passed ever since Ethan ghosted you, you just hoped he was happier now. Slowly you started to move on, eating again. Going to therapy, seeking help and bringing the colour back to your life. It wasn't easy by any means, certainly not cheep either. Damn American healthcare. But for once in your life things were just okay, to most that wouldn't even be close to a quality of life but for you it was improvement. The best type of improvement where things were just good enough for you not to be in constant misery. It surprised you, but you were indeed moving on. You even started to date again, met a few people that were nice but it wasn't the same as Ethan.

It would never be the same.

Obviously things were still pretty difficult but you did the only thing you could do, take it a moment at a time. After a lot of thinking you planed to move, maybe a fresh start will finally stop reminding you of Ethan. You weren't just planning to move state but country, somewhere you can just wipe all those little shops that reminded you of your past away. All the bars with his favourite beer, or the nerdy comic book shops, gone.

You took a deep breath in, you were going to be alright. You already found a new place across the borders thanks to a friend and now you just needed to pack and pull out your emergency funds, you'll figure out work when you get there. Let the wind pull you were you need to go, maybe your friend across the border would advise you somewhere. Either way you were still pretty young and you could do it, the business maybe being the thing to finally stopping all your thoughts of Ethan. It was a dark night as heavy rain fell against your window, it sounded like it was trying to break the glass. Looking at the weather report it said there was an atmospheric river, a.k.a a few days of heavy rain. You didn't mind, it would give you time to re-write you resume, you last boss gave you a really nice reference and you intended to use that to its full extent. Prepare to write your application to the new house you were going to move to, start to organize all the things you need to pack, budget. You stretched before sitting down at your computer and started typing, calm music in the background to help you focus. Maybe a few hours passed before thunder struck in the distance, lights flickered before it all turned off. You screamed as all your progress has been lost, maybe if the gods were merciful enough your program auto-saved not too long ago. Either way your power was completely out, maybe this was just a message for your work to be finished today. It was already 7:30 pm and you haven't even eaten dinner yet, standing you fumbled in the pitch darkness for your flashlight. Finally finding it only to discover its dead batteries, cursing you pulled open a drawer with pillar candles. These would have to do, lighting them it was enough. Collecting them you started placing them around the kitchen area and one by one you lit them with the one in your hand. In a strange way this made you happy, a little romantic moment for yourself. Maybe you could make a nice fancy soup, some fresh bread, then take a warm long bubble bath and go to sleep at ease.

Self care.

You hummed at the idea as another strike of thunder echoed in the distance, you were glad you were inside. As much as you loved the rain if you were to go out there right now you would be soaked to your bone marrow in the icy needles down pour, anyone out there for more than a few minutes could get hyperthermia. Its late fall almost winter at this point, nights got close to -1 C often hovering around 0 C- 5 C. Disregarding your thoughts you started with your soup, chopping onions, carrots, celery and other veggies, pan frying meats before adding them to the broth you made. Humming a small tune as you moved back and forth in your warm house, peacefully oblivious to the person who opened your front door. Despite it being locked they knew exactly where you kept your spare, quietly they walked the halls with their muddy boots still on. Silently down towards the living room before turning to the dining room with the open kitchen. The figure stood behind you at a distance, just silently watching you as you hummed and cooked.

The tasteful aroma filling the house, gods was he hungry. When was the last time he eaten? Slept? Done anything aside from walk?

He was just glad he was home again.

You felt a draft suddenly wash over you, was the house always this cold? You turned curious before screaming and dropping your wooden spoon, there was a figure of what looked like a man in the darken dinning room. Just standing there, staring. Looking down the hall you saw your front door open, the dark blue outside with inky black drops pouring from the sky. Muddy foot prints trekked by this 'guest', like there was any suspicion that it wasn't the figure who made them. How did they get in though, you lock your door, you always locked your door! Looking at this figure you couldn't see them clearly with the low light, but they were dirty, very dirty. Covered in what looks to be a black mud? It coated their clothes and body, hands completely black and continuing up to their elbows were it slowly transitioned back to pale white skin. They looked like a ghost with how pale they were, a ghost with a black gradient of mud. They were wearing kaki office pants and mud covered boots, but strangely a brown mud. What once was a white shirt with the same mix of brown and black mud, you eyes trailed back to the figures hand to see a single key in it.

Oh, that's how they got in.

You were completely frozen in fear, they found your spare key?

The figure didn't move either, just standing and staring at you. What did they want, why were they here, how did they know where you kept you spare key? A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second and it gave you enough time to see the stranger's face, Ethan Winters.

Audibly you gasp before moving slightly closer, "Ethan?"

There was no response as he stood there, "Is that you, you're freaking me out!"

Slowly Ethan walked towards you and you felt your heart leap in your chest, something was wrong, clearly wrong. The man looks like he's been through hell and back, dirty, grimy, hair a mess and clothes beyond ruined. What the hell happened to your old friend- ex friend.

Slowly he walked until he was in front of you and all you could do is stare into his face, towering over you never before have you felt threatened by Ethan but now you were. Gods were you scared, has Ethan lost his mind, was he here for revenge or something? The dim candle light finally caught onto his face you could see the calm almost solemn expression, a type that you figured originated from a sort of relived exhaustion. You watched as Ethan slowly reached between you arms to turn off the stove before leaning down to embrace you, you still felt so paralyzed and yet still you eased into it. All those years of working on your feelings breaking through to the front again, seeing Ethan clearly in some form of distress just opened the flood gate.

Against his chest you could smell almost a mildew scent, that along with the one that comes from having clothes in storage for too long. Underneath that you could barely smell that warm musky scent that you loved so much, buried under what hell Ethan had to live through.

Slowly you pushed away from his embrace to look up at Ethan, "What happened to you Ethan?"

You were met with more silence, peeking between his arm you saw the door was still open and letting in the cold air. You went to squeeze out of his embrace to close it went he suddenly tightened his arms again, you let out a surprised squawk not expecting such an action. "Ethan, I need to close the door." You voice was quiet as if not to scare him.

Almost reluctantly Ethan let go and you made you way down the hall, closing and locking the door. You turn around to see Ethan looming right behind you which causes you to yelp in fright again, how many times was he going to jumpscare you? "Jesus, personal space."

He didn't reply again, something was seriously wrong with Ethan. It was like he was confused and in auto pilot, following you around like a lost dog. You looked down at his hand and still saw Ethan was holding the key, "Here, why don't you give that to me?"

You reach for the key as Ethan followed you with his eyes, still gripping it you carefully open his fingers to take it before setting it on a table in the mudroom. Ethan's hand instinctively grabs onto yours as the only thing he was holding into was taken away, that same black mud now coating your hands.

"You must be freezing, I think I have some spare clothes for you to wear. Maybe you can take a hot shower to warm yourself up first, get that dirt off of you at the same time." You were met with that same soft blank stare as Ethan continued to look through your eyes, it was slightly unnerving.

"Take off your shoes, I can help you with finding some clothes first." The tall man obeyed, still dripping wet you pulled him down the hall towards your bathroom. You lead him inside before holding your hand out signaling to 'wait here' before opening your drawers to find some spare sweat pants and an oversized shirt, only then did you noticed that black substance on your hand. It was strangely warm, like if you were touching someone's skin. You walked back to the washroom, past Ethan and to the sink where you turn on the water, Ethan slowly walked over to continue to loom behind you.

"What is this stuff anyways?"

No reply.

"It's weird and sticky, warm too."

Ethan still made no move besides looking down at you, you caught his stare through the mirror and felt a shiver ripple down your spine. "You should probably wash that gunk off too."

More echoing silence pierced the air between you two, Ethan was clearly not functional at the moment and you needed to help him through whatever happened. You took his hand and put it under the warm water, scrubbing it with your own trying to get as much as that substance off. It was surprisingly difficult, yours came off easier than Ethan's though. You suppose it was because it was on him longer, Ethan didn't seem bothered at all and was still trying to hold you as you scrubbed. Eventually it seemed like his hands were clean but they were still pitch black, the only way you knew they were 'clean' was by the fact you no longer could feel that weird texture of the mud.

"I guess that's good enough for now, why don't you take that shower now. You must be freezing." Tender eyes stared down at you before Ethan nodded, he was cold. So cold.

You turned on the water before leaving the room to find him clothes again, meanwhile Ethan couldn't help but feel anxious at your leave. He wanted to open the door and find you, Ethan really hated the idea of being alone again. He doesn't remember much but what he does remember was the feeling of being so lonely and scared, lonely and scared for too long. Somewhere cold, damp, dark. Gunshots and screams. Black mold.

Ethan opened the door and walked towards the other that was half opened, pushing the door open annouced his presence as the hinges screamed in a long winded protest. You turned with a oversized band tee in your hands, confused. "Ethan, what are you doing?"

"Is the water too hot or something?"

You were met with more silence as the man slowly walked towards you again, embracing you and keeping you against his chest.

"Ethan, I know your cold, I can feel you shivering. Go take a shower, you'll feel much better after." The man still didn't move.

"Come on, I can help you get the water right." That seemed to do the trick as Ethan released you, leading back towards the washroom.

The water was still running, fogging up the mirror and area. You put you hand under to find it perfectly warm, maybe a little on the cooler side if anything. "The water is nice, I don't see anything wrong with it."

Still Ethan just stared at you, "Go on, feel."

You urge the man, he squeezes himself past you to put his arm under and doesn't react much to it. Backing away you start to leave but get caught by Ethan again, eyes telling you something you couldn't quiet understand.

"What, I'm leaving so you can shower." Voice smooth and small as if not to startle him, Ethan shook his head to your answer.

"You don't want to shower?" Ethan shook his head again.

"No, do you not want me to leave then?" He nodded.

A part of you wanted to protest, this was all so strange but it was apparent the man was traumatized. Leaving him alone would probably only cause more unesscary anxiety, setting aside your own feelings you turned your back and faced the wall. "Okay, I'm looking away so you can undress."

The sound of rustling clothes filled the air as you focused on it, you stood still against the wall trying your best not to see anything. The water's sound became slightly quieter as Ethan stood under the water, you could hear a sign of relief. Moving away you sat down on the sink and allowed Ethan to take his time cleaning, enjoy the warm water and not worry about anything else.

"The clean clothes are on top of the toilet with a towel, I can take your dirty clothes after.". Much to your surprise, Ethan hummed in response acknowledging you, a little progress.

Whenever Ethan found you got too silent for his liking he would poke his head out to check you were still there, and every time you would give him a comforting smile. It didn't take long for Ethan to get clean, taking all the black gunk off of his hair and skin leaving hind stains in his skin. At least his soft blond hair was back, Ethan did feel much better now warmed up.

When you saw his pale leg come out of the shower you quickly turned to face the wall, Ethan could've least given you a warning. You don't understand why he decided to step out of the shower to dry and get dressed, but at this point you were not going to question him.

"Are you hungry?" You asked still facing away from the man.

"I still have the soup I made, its probably still warm." Ethan snaked his arms around you and rested his face on your shoulder, you could feel him nod against your skin. God was he so affectionate right now, was it because he needed comfort or another reason? You didn't know.

"Come on, its downstairs. I know I am starving."

Ethan followed you as you lead him back to where you found him, sitting him at the dinner table before turning to grab a bowl. Toasting some bread and setting it down for the man you watched as he tore into it like a starving animal, maybe he was one. Sitting across from Ethan you noticed the black stain on his limbs, surprised that they did not wash off. What was that mud?

"Did the mud not come off?" Ethan stops his messy eating to stare at you curiously.

"The black on your skin, is it a colouration or something else?" The man dropped his spoon as he turned to look at his arms like it was the first time he noticed the difference.

You sat there in silence as anxiety bubbled in your stomach, did Ethan not even realise he was covered in whatever that was?

"Does it hurt?" You finally spoke again, and he shook his head.

"Maybe we should get that checked out, I can call a doctor." Ethan shook his head again this time with a more stern and serious expression.

"What if it is a type of necrosis, like something eating your skin and flesh. If we can treat it early we could prevent damage before it happens."

Ethan suddenly slammed his hands on the table causing you to jump at the sudden noise, he didn't seem to like that answer. As Ethan saw your tension he calmed down, he didn't want to scare you. Furthest from it, he almost got up to comfort you but you spoke before he could. "Okay, then maybe another day." Hands up trying to show innocent intent.

You didn't eat much, having enough to satiate you. Ethan on the other hand ate both his and your own portion, you knew he always had a larger appetite than you but it surprised you. Once finished he looked at you with a happy smile, he must have felt better now with good food in his system.

"Feeling better?" Ethan nodded

One part of you wanted to ask Ethan what happened but you also knew he would need time, maybe tomorrow morning would be better. "Are you tired?"

Ethan nodded

"Well there is the spare room, you can rest there." Ethan got up and started to walk down the hall, quickly you took the bowls and placed them in the sink to deal with later. Trailing behind Ethan as he went towards the bedroom, instead of turning to the spare room he went straight into yours. "Wait, Ethan!"

You jogged after him only to find Ethan already crawling into your bed, "Ethan, this is my room." He didn't respond as Ethan further tucked himself under.

"That's my bed!" You raised your voice a little louder and indignant but still no response from the man.

You huffed out your nose in annoyance, "Okay, I guess I will take the guest bed then."

Like incantations to a spell it worked its magic as Ethan sprung into life once more, a darkened arm jumping out from the covers to grasp onto you and pull you back with him. You ended up falling on top of Ethan with a frightened yelp, the man under you smiling gently like how you remembered him doing. Well one thing was for sure, Ethan was defiantly better than how you found him. But why he was acting this way was beyond you, sure its probably a trauma thing that he doesn't want to be alone but this felt different. You couldn't put your finger on it right away, and frankly you were too happy with Ethan being back in your life that you probably brushed most red flags away.

By now Ethan tightened his arms around your middle and now was slowly rolling the both of you to your sides, nuzzling in and relaxing it was clear he was about to go to sleep. You allowed this to happen, it seemed so harmless, confusing sure but ultimately harmless. Ethan was always a more physically affectionate man, even with his friends he liked to show that he cared for them. Either way maybe tomorrow morning thinks would be cleared up, by then maybe Ethan will be able to talk again. You were too tired

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