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the-fo0l · 8 months

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Spencer Reid x gn!reader hcs

Notes: lotta spencer content has him as an asshole, pregnancy, angst, smut, insecure reader...so here's some classic fluff

Warnings: fluff!, earlier seasons reid +he's kind of a simp (and a bit subby ;))

the way his eyes just absolutely light up whenever he sees you <3

the man's a total genius, but only in the book-smart way, socially, he's a little...stunted

he's very much not used to any proper form of love, so you're gonna have to be a bit patient with him while he gets used to it

but believe me he is trying his very best cause he does not want to dissapoint you

at first he thought your love of his rambles was just a way to make fun of him

but since you seem to actually like listening to him talk, he'll take the opportunity to ramble to you about anything and everything on his mind

which the team appreciates, he has an outlet to rant to, someone to attend his geeky events with, and most importantly, someone reliable to support him

(they are still annoyed when he's constantly on the phone with you, meanwhile there's an active crime scene a few meters away)

before you two started dating he probably already considered you his best friend who he totally neverrrr had a crush on (sarcasm)

he was blushing, stuttering, jittery mess when he asked if he may be your boyfriend

and yes, that's how politely he asked

or at least he tried to, you had to cut off his blabbering with a "yes"

how could you ever say no to such a charming, lovable, polite young man

plus yk...he's cute as hell

the type to go out of his way to wake up early to make your coffee and breakfast just the way you like

wearing matching rings, either with each other's initials or some nerdy inside joke

he absorbedly teases the ring on his finger when he misses you

whenever someone mentions you he gets visibly more engaded in the conversation, and the team teases him like crazy for it

like, sometimes the crew'll pretend to be talking about you and watch how reid immediatly perks up from whatever file he was buried in and turns to look where the he heard your name be spoken. and he falls for it every. fucking. time

gushes to you about any new interesting books, reseach, interesting statistics, facts, events etc

in a similar vein, he'll get caught in gushing to the gang about how cool and smart and funny his partner is

rizzes you up w magic tricks

but can't handle you flirting with him, he's smiling like an idiot and bashfully looking away, with his face all red

a lot of people say he wouldn't like pda, and i get it, but i think if you've been together long enough and he feels comfortable around you he's not shy about expressing it, verbally or physically

i mean yeah, it's not "all up in your face" pda, it's with smaller affectionate gestures

vents all his thoughts, concerns and emotions out to you, and listens attentively and patiently when you have to vent

falls in love with you all over again listening to you get caught up talking about your interests/opinions

man's capable of easily retaining encyclopedias worth of info, so anything and everything you tell him gets commited to his database of a mind

be it the most insignificant gossip or tiniest detail about your childhood, you best belive he's never forgetting that shit

tries his best to not profile you or try to explain your emotions to you, but really he dosen't need to be told twice when it comes to learing the intricacies of realationship ettiquette

he's never dated anyone before and he's about as nervous as he is excited

deeply fears disappointing you, hates the thought of being a burden to you, so hearing affirmations of your love verbally means a lot

more than anything he needs a solid positive presence to help him deal with his emotions

so if he's had a really bad day, or a rough case, he comes to your front door and just totally breaks down and falls into your arms, crying into your shoulder

if anything traumatic were to happen to him, you're the first person he needs to be there

and if he woke up in a hospital bed he'd immediately start asking for you, rather frantically too

and if the event is traumatic enough, he may become a bit codependent, at least for a week during the recovery process

used to get jittery around you from nerves, now it's from the uncontainable happiness he feels being around you

his kisses are so shy and inexpirenced but also so, so needy and desperate

he'd die if you ever custom made a puzzle or quiz with questions about your relationship, like he'd be so overjoyed, literally would never shut up about it

(he'd nail it ofc)

reid usually isn't one for physical affection, like, not at all

but it's completely the opposite with you, he can't seem to keep himself away

and the guy is starved for touch...or really affection of any kind, so whenever he can, he clings onto any part of you he can

sits on your lap facing you, it's like you guys' favorite relaxing position, it's so intimate

follows you around like a puppy, all giddy and stupid with love

always holds your hand or onto your forearm while walking beside you

cuddles very close, tightly intertwined with you

you'll have to squirm and push while he just pulls himself closer into the crook of your neck

or yk just tickle his sides when he least expects it

reads to you, odds are whatever book it is, he's already read it, dozens of times over if it's a classic or scientific. he very well could just recite it but if there wasn't a book to look at, he'd have to look at you which would make him get distracted and trail off

which you'd, of course, playfully tease him for

in conclusion, you're never allowed to break up with him, i don't make the rules, it's the law

#there's just something about geniuses with a touch of the tism #dont judge okay i wrote this idk when #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid headcanon #sorry ive been forgetting to post w school starting again #working on sum exciting stuff

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the-fo0l · 8 months

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Micheal Scofield dating hcs

notes: it's criminal crazy kooky insane how little content there is for this show

warnings: gn reader, s1 lore, super soft fluff!!!! also idc if u think its out of charater let me be delulu

he's so babygirl

a very devoted boyfriend (im pretty sure i say that in all my hcs but its true!!)

just so soft and polite and gentle with you aaaaa

doesn't notice just how hard he's fallen for you until he has to be apart from you a long while

such a gentleman, his intentions towards you are always respectful

before you we're offical he had quite the crush on you

sometimes you could notice that cool, calm, witty demeanor of his becoming more bashful and jittery around you

daydreamed a lot about you and your potential future together. what it'd be like to live with you, to start the day by your side, how you'd show affection, how you'd express diffrent emotions, what you'd talk about, your niche interests and quirks— etc

slightly creepy but he did do a bit of research on you to make sure he hit it off with you as best as he could

always says good night and good morning, over text if not in person

just imagine waking up, still cuddling, but with a little distance so he can properly take in your sleepy morning face

him just gazing at you so lovingly, his gentle smile growing a little bigger seeing you open your eyes, then moving one hand from your waist to caress your cheek and murmur "good morning" with his sultry morning voice

GOOD LORDDD

he developed a new-found love for his job when you two started dating cause thanks to it he can properly provide for you

and provide he does

doesn't think you should have to work a day in your life (unless you wanted to)

he'd hate for you to stay at a job you're miserable at

super proud of you for all your accomplishments

when you have to seperate while walking to avoid something in the street, be immediately reaches back to interwine your fingers again

expresses all love languages in some way but 'acts of service' is his main one

amazing at gift giving and romantic gestures

just when you think he can't possibly out-do last year's anniversary/birthday gift he suprises you with something super elaborate and meaningful

absent-mindedly makes origami flowers for you at work. you'll also find them all over your apartment, some hidden, some in plain sight

at some point he started writing messages on them. some with the most loving praise you've ever heard and some w cheesy pickup lines

p.s. he grins ear to ear when he finds out you've got a special box for them all instead of throwing them away

when you're both still a little tired in the morning, or when either of you comes home after a long day, he peppers delicate kisses all over your face, ending with a deeper kiss to your lips

your touch just makes all the headaches of his day-to-day melt away

also takes both your hands and kisses your knuckles while looking at you with all the love and admiration in the world god lord

okay enough with the kissing!

always opens doors for you

compliments you often, and always uses words like stunning or beautiful instead of "hot

loves making you flustered with praise

he's an amazing listener, and he looooves listening to you talk

also, he's quite intense with the eye-contact

he thinks you're the most gorgeos person in the world what can i say

it might seem like he's not paying attention sometimes cause of how lost-in-your-eyes he seems but i assure you he remembers every little thing you say

nods along and hums a little to let you know he's listening

"i remember you said you liked this, so i got it for you" typa guy

you're happy = he's happy

will often sometimes call you to talk about nothing really important, more just for the sake of hearing your voice

and if you're not much of a talker that's fine too, the silent moments you share are never awkward

he's canonically super observant, so if you changed anything about your apperance or if you were in a bad mood he'd notice right away, even if you tried to hide it

great at comfort too, that silky-smooth voice of his knows exactly what to say

he's a very handsome guy (i mean cmon just look at him) so he tends to get hit-on quite a bit

he'd always brushed it off before but ever since he set his sights on you he's been very adamant on very clearly and quickly rejecting others' attempts

when he was making plans to break linc out of prison, a huge amount of his focus went to making sure you were kept safe during the whole process

having you be there from him after news broke and after linc got the death sentence already meant so much to him

so when he trusted you the broad strokes of his plan, and you supported him??? ohmygod this man fell in love with you all over again

yes, he was worried, but he had to tell you, spending days obsessing over prison schematics and getting full body tattoos is rather hard to hide from the love of your life after all

granted, he could have broken up with you and tried to rekindle after he'd escaped, but be fr he could never bring himself to dump you

you never know what may go wrong, and his love for you wasn't exactly a secret, so he took every precaution he could (as in like if someone wanted to harm you cause of your association with him)

he was still super anxious to let go of you

gave you the most passionate and desperate kiss before he went to prison

gets really really homesick for you

calls you whenever he can

would sometimes get teary-eyed from how hard he misses you before falling asleep in his bunk

would lose his mind if something didn't go according to his carefully constructed plan and put you at risk, cause there's not much he can do to control what happens outside foxriver. if t-bag ever found out about you he'd. freak. out.

he's willing to go to great lengths for the people he cares about (it's like the whole plot of the show), so you'd better not play w his beloved

on the rare occasions he has down-time in prison his thoughts always go to you and what you might be up to

he's surrounded by murderers daily and has the gall to be worried about you

sucre would pester him about his love-life a lot. insisting that he recognized yearning in michael's distant expression and saying that no single man could've helped him woo maricruz with that letter (michael writes love letters for you too)

sucre does eventually pull it out of michael and becomes just the biggest supporter of your relationship

this was kinda messy huh

#we're both infj tehehe #michael scofield x reader #michael scofield headcanons #prison break x reader #michael scofield fluff #sucre's obsessed w the romance here #i remember having a LOT of inspo for linc while watching vit now i dont rememberrrrrr

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the-fo0l · 8 months

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Hey Can we get another yan Albert wesker x reader please? If not its ok. And another question, which charecter are you willing to write in mortal kombat? Hope you have a great day miss♥

(Sorry for my English)

mk characters are in my pinned post! also sorry this is super duper late! warnings: kissing/makeout, reader is not a fan, reader is kidnapped!!

Yan!Wesker coming home to his darling

You swirl the tea in your mug, playing with the way the liquid moves against itself. Every tick of the wall clock makes you more and more agitated. Usually, it would go entierly unnoticed, escpesially with the sound of heavy rain outside. But right now the noise serves as a constant reminder that your captor will be arriving 'home' any second now.

And, as if the universe had read your thoughts, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and someone entering the mansion.

After a moment spent re-locking the plethora of locks on the door, Wesker steps in, his eyes quickly search for you before he even bothers take off his rain-drenched coat. And he couldn't help but feel his heart miss a beat when he caught sight of you. You were leaning against a kitchen counter in some of the loungewear he'd bought you, looking nothing short of ethereal without even trying.

"Hello, my darling," he greets you as you make eye-contact. A greeting you don't bother returning.

Only after confirming for sure you hadn't escaped in his absence (nearly impossible considering the security measures he's taken against it), he feels relaxed enough to at least take off his shoes and coat before finally joining you.

"You're home," you state plainly as he calmly strides his way over to you. Your apathetic acknowledgement of him momentarily pulls all air from his lungs, even if your eyes remain focusued on the mug, you usually don't speak to him at all unless it can't be avoided.

"I am," he breathed, as one of his hands tenatively comes to rest on the kitchen island as he now stands in front of you. You take one last swig of your tea and place the empty mug on the counter behind you.

"....How was your day?" you asked, not that you particularly cared, you just needed him to do something other than just stare at you like that, with those with piercing, predatory, infatuated eyes of his.

"It was fine," Wesker replied, giving you a gentle smile before taking your hands into his, making eye-contact with you and courtiously kissing your knuckles, "better now."

He could've never imagined that someone could bring out this kind of emotion in him. He's a man who takes what he wants and betrays without regard for anyone or anything. He's fought and won against some of the most powerful of mutant monsters and most well-trained of soldiers. And yet he feels weaker that ever from something as simple as being under your scrutinizing gaze.

God, he's so pathetic for you.

He sofly takes your face into his hands, tilting your head up, forcing you to face him properly. He inches closer and closer until you're completely chest to chest. Finally, there is no barrier between us, he'd destroy anything that tried to fill that space. His superhuman strength is palpable, keeping you still as his tall stature cages you in against the counter. He subconsiously licks his lips at the sight of you so vulnerable under him. With exhilaration in his body, he leans down and he kisses you.

One hand slides into your hair and another holds the side of your face, keeping your head firmly in place as he gradually deepens the kiss more and more. It was an overwhelming feeling, your lips and body being smothered by full weight of his obsession. Your skin against his, the small muffled noises that escape you, the slight taste of chamomile on your tounge —he feels like he's going fucking insane.

How you can make him feel so strong and yet so weak at the same time is both fascinating and agitating to him. This annoyance is faux of course, after all, he could never look into those captivating eyes of yours with anything other than complete adoration.

"Oh darling, how I've missed you" he murmurs into the kiss, making sure to purr out the nickname in a way that makes your skin tingle and your ears echo. You push a hand against his chest as a signal that this is becoming way more of a make-out session than a kiss, but of course he doesn't take the hint, if anything, it encourages him.

You just pray the chef prepared dinner perfectly tonight, it's hard to sleep with muffled agonized screams coming from somewhere in the house.

#would love to write for mortal kombat but i also dont have any inspo lol #yandere resident evil #yandere wesker #yandere albert wesker x reader #yandere albert wesker #yandere wesker x reader #also sorry his yandere nature isnt really on full display here #he just doesnt want to seem in any way violent or threatening to you yk

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the-fo0l · 8 months

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Thomas Hewitt x gn!reader fluff

summary: reader's kind words tug at tommy's heartstrings, sparking the possibility of your escape... or maybe not. not meant to be canon with the movie (tcm:tb)

not proof-read, pls forgive

your eyes lazily drift open before a single clear thought manifests in your mind. the air is hot and humid, the stench pervading the air making you slightly nauseous. your vision's still foggy and it seems no amount of blinking will make the sight of the dark basement your in any more clear.

a moment passes before panic starts to slowly creep in. you're slumped over, sitting on the floor, in a low cage that could fit no more than two sitting people. the large gaps between the bars tease you by being just a little too small.

beyond your confines you see that the room is littered with different workspaces. really the only things that are easily disernable are the numerous meat hooks that hang from the ceiling, illuminated by the small windows. and, of course, your friend tied up....no, bolted to the table. your heart aches listening to his rapid breaths and desperate struggling sounds. exactly what are you about to witness here?

suddenly, fast heavy footsteps begin hastily approaching the room your in. the door slams open and a familiar large figure enters. it's that same guy who hauled you and your friends into this horror house. that power-crazed 'cop' had called him tommy, you recall rather clearly how he'd yelled out "tommy get your ass over here!" shortly before you'd lost conciousness.

his tall and bulky frame steps into closer into view, making the leather mask that covers the lower half of his face visible. the mask looks sturdy, but quite messily thrown together. all you can see are his eyes, judging by which, his focus is on the poor man on the table, who's now begun hyperventilating. thomas paces in front of the table, looking over the incapacitated man for a moment, before grabbing a knife and a pair of scissors from a close-by shelf.

he uses the scissors to cut open your friend's shirt with rather delicate movements, while the man thrashes around wildly like a caged animal. a sense of urgency overcomes you when tommy grabs the knife and presses it to your friend's skin. without thinking before you do, you call out "tommy!" as gently as you can. thomas' body freezes up, yet his head snaps toward you, seems he's suprised you're awake.

you whisper out a few more quiet "hey"s as tommy turns his body more towards you. for a moment, the room falls silent, even your loud-mouthed friend quiets down.

"heyy tommy...", goddamn, he's huge, and it's not just cause of your low point of view either.

"come on, tommy, y-you know you don't wanna to hurt us..", you're not one to scare easy, but it's hard to keep your composure when under his the full attention like this.

"you don't gotta do what that old man says, he can't hurt you," you muster up anything you feel might win his favor, and judging by the softened look in his eyes, it seems to be working.

"cmon, come closer," you beckon him closer, hoping to get him away from the make-shift torture table.

thomas steps closer to your enclosure, and causiously kneels down in front of you, as if you were the dangerous one out of the the two of you. in turn, you shift your body as much closer to his as the cramped space will allow.

unsure of what to do, now that you're face-to-face with your captor.you tenatively reach a hand through the bars. tommy recoils slightly, for a moment you fear you may've broken him from his entranced state. you hand remains in the air and your next question comes naturally, "may i... touch, your mask?"

tommy simply keeps still and looks at you all wide-eyed, and submissive. you take the hint and gently begin to trace over the jagged edges of the sown leather. you feel him exhale against your hand. he seemed positively exhilarated from the gentle touch, you'd think this was his first time expiriencing real kindness. little did you know you'd be right.

"you can be better than hi—"

"get the hell away from them you son of a bitch!," seems like the sight of a masked murderer leaning closer to you was too much for your companion to handle. fucking idiot.

thomas suddely becomes enranged at the stupid rude interuption, quickly turning on his heels and grabbing a chainsaw from the top of a near-by box. he hastily starts up the blood-stained weapon, and in a split second the room is noisier than ever. groans from tommy, your pleas for thomas to calm down that quickly become scared gasps and rapid breaths, the angry grinding of chainsaw against bone, and of course, your companion's screams of agony.

with blood splattered all over him, tommy pulles the chainsaw from the ground-up chest with a disgusting wet squletch sound. the whirling of the gore-covered weapon died down. a few tears cannot be kept from falling from your eyes, a few choked sobs manage to escape your throat.

with the distraction dealt with, thomas heaves the chainsaw back to its original place. tommy drops to his knees on the ground in front of you and continues bashfully and expectantly looking at you, expecting you to continue your kind words as if he hadn't just slaughtered a man in front of you.

you do your best to calm your shaking and resist the urge to simply close your eyes and disociate. you feel like you may just throwing up from nerves and the fowl smell already pervading the room.

with both flight and fight unavailable to you, only negotiation remains. you would plead for your life but your gut tells you that it won't help.

you lift your gaze to find thomas' hulking figure still kneeling before you, except now he's closer than he was before. his breathing seems inconsistent as he looks at you with the neediest, most eager look in his eyes.

cautiously, you lift your hand through the bars once more. as soon as your wrist breaches the bars tommy quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his face. he presses it against his cheek himself, keeping your palm firmly in place with both his hands, one of his hands over yours as he nuzzles into your touch. he closes his piercimg eyes for a moment to savor the feeling, giving you the chance to notice the blood that's now smeared against your fingers. his blood.

god... what have you gotten yourself into?

got inspired after i rewatched the movie...god lord he is hot

#this is one of those pieces you feel so insecure about you dont wanna post it #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #yandere thomas hewitt x reader

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the-fo0l · 8 months

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ok guys, let's just pretend i haven't been inactive for 2 months and lemme post dump for the next week or so. ok????????

#love yall

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the-fo0l · 10 months

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FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

characters i like or am more inspired to write for are in bold text. fandoms are listed alphabetically. if there's a character you'd like me to write for that isn't listed you can still ask, i might still know them

ARCANA - muriel, julian, asra, nadia, lucio, valdemar, the devil

ARCANE - slico, viktor, sevika, vi

BBC SHERLOCK - sherlock holmes

BREAKING BAD/BCS - nacho, jimmy/saul, tuco, jesse, gustavo

CRIMINAL MINDS - spencer reid

DC - joker, dano! riddler, harley, batman

DOCTOR WHO - 10th doctor

HITMAN - agent 47, lucas

HOUSE M.D - gregory house, chase, wilson

IHNMAIMS - AM

MORTAL KOMBAT 11- fujin, liu kang, hanzo, sub-zero, kitana, kung lao, cassie, kano, kabal, erron black, nightwolf, mileena, sonya, jacqui, johnny

OG/NBC HANNIBAL - hannibal ( movies and tv show), will graham

PRISON BREAK - micheal scofield, linc

RESIDENT EVIL - ethan, leon, carlos, wesker, jill, nemesis, lady dimitrechue, heisenberg

SLASHERS/HORROR MOVIES - micheal myers, jason, thomas herwitt, art the clown, otis b driftwood, baby firefly, rj firefly, chromeskull, asa emory, valak, lipstick-face demon, pinhead, carrie

THE QUARRY - dylan, jacob, nick

THE WALKING DEAD - daryl dixon, negan

YAKUZA 0 - kirju, majima

#x reader

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the-fo0l · 11 months

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hello!

Firstly, sorry for the inactivity. I had this really big school thing that basically determined whether or not I finished school or not

+my birthday

+3 parties to either attend or host, so yeah, I've been busy...

Gonna have more time to write now (though I do have a week of practical work ahead). I'll finish the reqs I have rn, then I wanna write more of my own ideas and try different fandoms

thank you for your support!

#ive promised to start being more active so many times before ill try to not be lying this time #you can expect some wesker and 47 some time soon #sorry but im gonna have to close requests

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the-fo0l · 11 months

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Hi! I'm actually the one who requested your recent work with agent 47 and all I have to say is... WORTH THE WAIT 🥳 I loved it! It was so well written that I almost felt bad for Jordan in this one 😅. I just love the idea of 47 losing his cool with a darling that's essentially a personified yandere magnet lol.

I'm so happy to hear it! still sorry I took forever

The 'reader being a yandere magnet' is so true😭

#they just can't catch a break

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the-fo0l · 1 year

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Hi again! So my idea was for a yan Agent 47 having to take reader with him on missions. The place 47 kept them in was recently infiltrated by another rival organization. Now he doesn't trust anyone other than himself to protect his darling (let's just say he can't leave her with Diana because she's constantly on the move). So whenever he takes them with him, he has them blending in with other civilians... the only problem is that reader attracts danger. Literally. No matter where they are, the targets are somehow within the same vicinity, chatting them up and becoming infatuated with them like our fave agent, who is slowly losing his stoic composure. I imagined this for his missions in like Paris, Bangkok, and even Dubai since the crowd of npcs are huge and the targets are usually just walking around. (Sorry if this is too long 😅)

"Thrill of the kill"

agent 47 x nb! reader

Notes: uhhhh omg this is like my favorite request ever??? god i hope i did it justice. but it also took like 5 months for me to get to :((

Summary: 47 has to bring reader with him on the Bangkok mission. and they have an certain encounter with Jordan Cross that motivates 47 to bring a...satisfying end to this mission

Warnings: violence, some swears, unhealthy love obsessions, may not be 100% accurate, takes place a day before the actual mission

[the dotted lines are little timeskips]

The atmosphere was so tense, almost suffocatingly so.

Rain pelts fall down onto the windshield, creating a steady loud drumming sound that fills the car. The darkness outside is impenetrable, making it difficult to anything more than a few feet away, and the windows being covered in water certainly doesn't help.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning illuminates the outside world for a brief moment before plunging it right back into darkness.

Still, 47 drives with ease, weaving through the rain-slicked roads with impressive precision, not that you expected anything less. There's a sense of exhilaration that comes with the speed of the car and the current circumstances.

You've been lost in thought for a while now, the events of the last few hours melt together into one big blur. How the hell they managed to find you remains a mystery, but considering the countless measures that'd been in place to prevent situations exactly like these, it couldn't have been easy.

You hear 47 exhale shakily, an involuntary little thing that brings your attention back to him. 47 was normally so calm and collected, yet now he's visibly troubled. You could see it in the stiffness of his posture, the way his eyes move rather erratically between the road, the rear-view mirror and you, and in the way his fingers flex and fidget around the steering wheel.

You could sense the palpable paranoia emanating from him. See that he's struggling with his decision to bring you along on this mission. He knows your presence might complicate the job, or worse, put you in harm's way, but he loves you too much to leave you unprotected at a time like this. The thought of leaving you with someone else, or just letting you out of his sight at all, made him anxious. No, he himself is the only person 47 could trust to properly protect you now.

For you, the night had been both terrifying and surreal. You'd been held captive by this man for so long that you'd forgotten what freedom feels like. Hell, you'd forgotten what car rides felt like. Watching the rain slide down the windows was a sight for sore eyes.

47 continues to drive forward, and as you hurtle towards your unknown destination, you feel liberated in a way, even if you are by all means not free.

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The journey to Bangkok had been long, but not unpleasant. Between the private and exclusive transport and 47s determination to make you as comfortable as possible, you weren’t really given the opportunity to be uncomfortable.

Even while out in the water, you can make out a set of yellow buildings surrounded by green leafage. Once docked, 47 courteously helps you off the boat and leads you down the dock towards the Himmapan.

As you approach the luxurious hotel, you're immediately engulfed by the lively and vibrant atmosphere, the sound of the waves, and the smell of exotic flowers hanging in the air. The tropical setting is adorned with towering palm trees and lush greenery, which provide a certain tranquility even amidst all the hustle and bustle.

On your way here, 47 had told you about the place you were going, but nothing had prepared you for a sight like this.

Naturally, 47 wasn't as affected by all the grandeur, having become accustomed to luxury after his many missions of executing the obscenely wealthy and powerful.

Instead, he marveled your awestruck expression. Taking a moment to look at you with a mix of amusement and affection, although his stoic expression doesn't falter much. 47 can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over you seeing you delight in the simple pleasure of being out in the world again.

His hand came to rest on your lower back, making sure you stayed at his side while he guided you towards the buildings entrance. Already hating how the sight of you made a few heads turn.

Stepping into the spacious atrium, your eyes widen a bit in awe at the opulence of it all.

The plush carpet under your feet, the eager-to-please staff greeting you as you walk by, towering exotic plants and the golden light bathing everything in a warm glow. The serene ambiance was a sharp contrast to the modern safe house in the woods, where you'd been holed up in for months, although both had the massive windows in common.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous," you whispered to the assassin. "I've never been anywhere like this before."

47 nodded stoically, his eyes scanning over the room. "Stay close," he murmured to you as you two made your way to the front desk.

"Welcome to The Himmapan Hotel," the receptionist said, straightening up at 47s commanding aura, "Hello there, how may I assist you?"

"Checking in, name's Tobias Rieper," of course, 47 had prepared a reservation under his usual alias.

All while a certain Jordan Cross had been close by, preoccupied bitching to the staff about the preparations for his party tomorrow. But once he grew bored of dealing with others' incompetence, his gaze drifted away from the apologetic staff to you, and his eyes found you. All of a sudden, the staffs responses were falling on deaf ears, his attention now fully fixated on your figure as you stand a short distance behind 47.

The receptionist nodded and quickly found the reservation along with the keycard to room 205. "Thank you, sir. Welcome to the Himmapan Hotel"

As you were being given the keycard, the singer sauntered up to you, a smirk plastered his face. "Well, well, who might you be?" he said, eyeing you up and down.

"Hey there, beautiful," he purred, looking down at you with a smug expression. "What's someone like you doing here all alone?"

The look on his face made your skin crawl. You didn't need to look at 47 to sense how incredibly tense he'd become. 47 was glaring at the man from where he was standing behind you, yet he didn't say a word, even though he knew who the man was, and what he had done.

You shook your head, voice a bit shaky, it'd been a while since you spoke to someone except 47. Sad how your first non-47 interaction in months was with this asshole.

"I'm with him," you said, gesturing towards the stone faced assassin, who was using all his restraint to not pull out his gun right now in front of dozens of witnesses and cameras.

The singer continued, undeterred. "Him? Seriously? Come on, do you not know who I am? How 'bout you let me take you out tonight, I'll show you a better time than he could."

All you did in response was take a step closer to 47, fully at his side now. You had to admit, being so stupidly smug with 47 glaring at him is ballzy, or just moronic.

The whole interaction was making 47s patience run thin, his composure cracking, thinking of nothing but all the different ways he could kill him right now. Though he did feel a twinge of pride when you moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you.

Jordan sneered, his confidence wavering when being met with your silence and 47s piercing glare.

"Suit yourself," he said, backing away. "But when you come to your senses, come up to my emperor suite, my guards'll let you in."

He turned to walk away but couldn't resist taking one last glance back at you. That look in his eyes told you this wouldn't be the last of him, and 47 saw that too. Sending you a wink was just the final nail in the coffin. The assassin involuntarily tightened his protective hold on you, glaring at his target as he walked away.

But 47s grip on your waist softened when he turned to face you, and his focus was brought back to the present moment. "Stay close," he murmured, trying to seem as unbothered as possible.

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"Experience utmost relaxation and lavishness amidst beautiful surroundings," the line that'd been printed on the brochures left in your room. Tell you what, one thing the Himmapan doesn't do is false advertise.

The room was exquisite, tastefully designed, with quality furniture and an incredible view. There's even a 5-star restaurant that 47 ordered you dinner from.

But not as you were settling in, 47 finally felt a sense of calm wash over him, knowing that you were in a place of relative safety now.

Though you could have sworn you'd seen that same man from earlier lingering in the hallway close to your room, he wasn't looking for you, was he..?

First, people find a way to infiltrate the safehouse. Now he has to bring you with him on a mission, potentially putting you in danger, and then the target has the gall to come on to you like that. 47 wasn't sure he could take another incident like this.

His mind couldn't help but drift to his mission, and the fact his primary target had been trying to flirt with you earlier in the lobby. After all, the only reason you and him were here in the first place was because he had a job to do, a job that he was, weirdly, looking forward to carrying out.

Despite his focused thoughts, 47 couldn't help but steal glances at you, perched on the edge of the bed, staring out at the stunning view of the city skyline from their balcony.

A couple hours, and you were finally asleep, meaning it was time for 47 to go to work. His eyes never left your peacefully resting figure as he prepared.

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"Happy hunting 47,"

Diana's words rang in his ears, though 47 acknowledged none of them, too busy making haste towards the man who'd now become his own personal, primary target.

The hotel was eerily quiet at night. Yes, some people could still be heard out and about in the distance, but the only sign of life in the hallway was that of 47s footsteps.

The darkness in Cross' bedroom was broken only by the moonlight and street lamps outside. 47 crept towards the bed, where his target lay asleep. He could clearly hear the man's shallow breathing and see the rise and fall of his chest, not that he would continue breathing much longer.

47 preemptively turned off his communication with Diana. She didn't need to know about what was about to go down. He could later blame it on a bad connection. After all, no one would think of 47 as anything but professional.

The assassin never had any reason for excessive violence, but this target had brought out that strange desire in him. For the first time, 47 wanted him to feel pain. So, he moved to the bedside table and took out a length of thin wire, which was then swiftly wrapped around the Jordan's neck.

The man woke suddenly, gasping for air as the wire around his neck only grew tighter. Jordan struggled for a few moments, weakly and fruitlessly struggling against 47, until the killer decided that strangulation simply wouldn't be satisfactory enough.

The singer gasped and sputtered for air, his hands flailing as he tried to fight back. But 47 was too strong, too skilled. He threw him out of bed and to the ground, pinning him down and beginning to viciously punch the singer until he went limp.

47 couldn't stop there, though. He wanted to do more. He continued to beat the lifeless body with a ferocity he had never shown before, overtaken by an irrational instinctive desire. Slowing down only once, the singer was completely beyond recognition.

Talking to you like that, disrespecting you like that, as if looking at you wasn't bad enough in the first place.

He wanted to keep punching until there was nothing left of the rock star. Blood stained 47s face and hands as he continued the assault, breaking the singers face in, long after the man had taken his final breath.

Catching his breath, he begun cleaning up the crime scene, after all, this kill looked like the exact opposite of an accident. 47 left the room as silently as he had entered, knowing that his work was done and his revenge was taken.

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"All targets down, good work fou--" 47 cuts Diana's farewell is short.

A job well done, the artist is dead, along with his lawyer, even if 47 lost his cool there for a minute. It doesn't matter. He'd seen to it that no one would find Jordans body.

47 crossed the threshold of your shared hotel room as quietly as possible, carefully closing the door behind him.

He changed out of his bloodstained clothes and threw them away. Still, you don't exactly beat a man to death and bejond expecting to come out completely unscathed, even if your opponent couldn't get a single hit in.

He cleaned up his bruised knuckles as best as he could. You'd probably still ask about it, though. The thought of your questioning expression and smooth hands grazing over his calloused injured ones made him happier than he cared to admit.

47 stood beside the bed for a moment, watching you peacefully rest while he put away the last of his gear. The anger and bloodlust he'd been consumed by before were replaced by a deep sense of relief. He couldn't afford to lose you. Never, not for anything or anyone in the world. And he wouldn't.

Slowly, he eased into the bed beside you, pulling you closer carefully so as not to wake you. Though his hold on you gradually tightened, and he basked in the smell of your hair and the feel of you securely back in his embrace, right where you belong and where your safety is guaranteed.

Finally, he felt he could breathe again.

Your departure from Bangkok had been scheduled for tomorrow since the mission was completed and all. But perhaps you two could stay one more day, you do seem to like it here after all.

cant wait until i get better at writing. but whateves. this is about to be the busiest week of my life, so probably not gonna get much done. love you all !!!!

#agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman #hitman x reader #if i accidentally used pronouns for reader shoot me in the head #im so insecure about my writing sos

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the-fo0l · 1 year

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I love your ethan winters posts thanks for blessing us ethan fans!! 💛 ✨️✨️✨️

it's my pleasure 🫡

#can never get tired of than man....

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the-fo0l · 1 year

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anything with yandere simp ethan winters please i miss that man sm

Yandere simp Ethan Winters x reader

Notes: honestly, I see ethan as being a simp by default. this is my 3rd ethan winters post....... I love him so much it's starting to be a bit embarrassing

Warnings: obsessive, yandere behavior

From the moment he met you, he knew you were the one for him, and he's very committed to becoming your perfect boyfriend

He quickly became obsessed with your very being; every move, every sound, every breath of yours.

You're what brings color to his otherwise dull world, and he is grateful every day for your presence in his life

Grateful, that every morning and night, he gets to hold you close and look at you with those big adoring puppy eyes

He takes pride in being both the provider and homemaker in your relationship. He relishes in this role. He's motivated to work hard, just to make sure you never have to lift a finger.

He cooks all your favorite meals, keeps the house clean and tidy, and makes sure everything is perfect for you

You tried being extra demanding one day, hoping he would get tired and finally let you do some of the chores, or at least stop fussing over you. But after a long day of work, chores, and attending to your every need, all he did was smile brightly and say he wished you were like this more often

He might just enjoy being bossed around by you.....

The way he practically worships you is a big juxtaposition to the passive-aggressiveness he has for everyone else

Never pressures you or tries to control you. He trusts you, it's everyone else he's worried about

There's nothing he wouldn't do for his you. He'd go through actual hell, killing anyone in his way if need be

The thought of someone getting in the way of your happiness is really the only thing that truly angers him

Constantly puts your needs and wants above his own, making sure you're always comfortable and happy.

And lord, don't ever get me started on the gift giving

Constantly praises you for your accomplishments, no matter how small they may seem

Whenever you around him, he just can't help but gaze at you with pure adoration in his eyes, hopeless devotion evident in his gaze

Listens very intently when you speak, taking note of everything you're saying, marveling at your words, drowning in the sweetness of your voice

He loves a raspy morning/sick voice

Just being in your presence relaxes him. You are everything to him. The perfect world for him is one where you're always smiling, always safe

Even when you have disagreements, he backs down immediately, never allowing anything to drive a wedge between you two

You're his idea of perfection, literally nothing he would ever want to change about you

He knows that he has found his soulmate in you, and he feels grateful every single day to have you in his life.

#lets just say you wear the pants in this relationship #yandere x reader #yandere resident evil #ethan winters x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere ethan winters #yandere ethan winters x reader #simp ethan winters #the mans a simp plain and simple🗣🗣💯#btw got a pretty long 47 fic dropping soon #idk if these are good

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the-fo0l · 1 year

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Heya! How's your day going? Good I hope! ^^

Anygay (🏳️‍🌈), I was wondering if I could request a kidnapped reader. Like somehow someone was stupid yet also smart enough to break in and just yoinked reader up? How long would it take 47 to know and how long until he retrieves reader? Would he be merciless or would he spare a few people? Like there are bound to be a few people who don't know what's going on. Would he spare them or are they...expendable?

(Also sorry for the reader being able to turn into a cat request idk wtf I was thinking. Seriously I can't apologize enough. Dude my 11-year-old self fucking possessed me and forced me to write that one I sweeeeaaarrr- 😭😭😭😭 [again really sorry it won't happen again unless this request is also too out of the box then pls feel free to ignore it. 🫠] anygay Imma go die in a hole sorry for bothering you again-)

47 rescuing his darling hcs

Notes: whaatt nooo please don't apologize, i just had absolutely no inspiration/motivation/life, I feel so bad😭 hope you like these headcanons, had a lot of fun writing them

Warnings: violence, 47 goes crazy, also he's really emotional which may feel out of character but it's how I see him being

47s heart began to pound frantically when he received news of your abduction. The thought of one of his old enemies daring to use you against him sent waves of unbridled fury through his veins.

He goes about retrieving you with a steely resolve, his mind already calculating every move necessary to bring you back to safety.

He allows the heat of his anger to fuel him, driving him forward with a single-minded purpose- saving you.

He digs into every availableresource, gathering information on your whereabouts and meticulously scrutinizing every detail of your kidnappers operation.

They will pay for what they had done, every last one of them.

His normally calm demeanor begins to crack. Anxiety gnawing at his heart, the mere thought of you being hurt tearing him up inside.

Yet, with a calm determination, he quickly packs his gear and leaves; he will get you back, that is now priority number one, above all else.

Everyone he perceives to get in his way is considered expandable

And whoever is responsible for taking you better hope that every single hair on your head is unharmed, cause that's the only chance they have of a somewhat quick death

47s instincts run wild as he fights his way to you. His entire life has been about killing, it's what he was made for after all. But for the first time, it's not just about finishing a job, it's personal.

Honestly, they never stood a chance, and were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of 47s onslaught.

47 moved with deadly precision, his eyes fixated on his goal. You had been taken from him, and he would stop at nothing to get you back.

One by one, he'll take out those who stood in his way. His movements fluid and efficient, without any hesitation.

He moved quickly down a dimly lit corridor, his senses on high alert. He could feel your captors presence, the subtle rustling of fabric, and the faint sound of faint breathing.

As he approached the door, he paused for a moment, steeling himself for the fight ahead. This was where you were being held.

Your kidnappers were fools to think they were ready for him, for 47 has never been more ruthless or determined.

After the last one of them dropped, a shaky breath caught 47s attention. He looked back and found you huddled into the corner of the room, your eyes wide as you gazed at the corpses around you, and 47, standing there with obsession in his eyes.

47 felt a pang of regret and sadness seeing you so shaken. He rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms, softly whispering reassurances to you until you calmed down.

You were safe in his arms once again, only now could he himself begin to relax. You were safe, that was all that mattered.

Looking down at you, he knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, to protect you from all harm. Nothing would ever take you away from him ever again, nothing.

Btw, you're not gonna be left alone for a while, and Diana isn't getting him to go to work either, 47's taking his first vacation.

#agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman #yandere agent 47 #hitman x reader #yandere headcanons

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