Can We Please Get A Fic About Possessive/yandere Jack Tunneling/tormenting His Darling During A Match?

How do you think norton and a shy s/o would become friends in the first place? Or start talking in general? (if this counts as a request ignore me pls🙏)

I think it would partially depend on what the setting is! Ironically, I think a modern Norton would be the hardest to get close to. He's a loner, defensive and self-reliant. There's much less reason for any kind of forced cooperation.

In the manor setting I use, a certain level of cooperation and understanding between survivors is necessary. You HAVE to understand each other's communication styles. It helps that Norton's introverted ness gives him perspective into what other people see as "shy." Like he gets not wanting to talk, and that makes it easier for him to say "alright let's get this over with" and approach you to build a base-line rapport. And after that it just builds slowly! There are plenty of opportunities when you're stuck in timeless not-hell.

In a modern setting, you'd have to either work together or have some REALLY specific, like rom-com level divide intervention stuff going on. Work is similar to the manor, you HAVE to communicate and that forces him to get to know you. With the other one...idk I guess fate and soulmates exist LOL

Blushing and kicking my feet

HEAR ME OUT

AKITO ON A SPORTS FESTIVAL TRYING TO IMPRESS HIS CRUSH WHILE HES IN A FOOTBALL COMPETITION🎉🎉🎉🎉

A LONG AWAITED ONE I hope the og requester and everyone else who wanted to see this likes this !! <3

♡ SPORTS FESTIVAL - Akito Shinonome x Reader

Now, Akito is a pretty athletic guy. He plays soccer, and is definitely willing to try other sports if it means getting to compete

Having said that, there was a new passion in his eyes as he got ready for the sports festival. He'd shrug it off if asked, but there was really only one reason for it

It was you, his really cute crush who he knew was going to the sports festival, and he'd be damned if he didn't impress you at least a bit

The day of the sports festival rolls around, and Akito gets nervous. Should he ask you to watch him? Should he just run out there and hope he does well enough to impress you?

He goes to whatever sport you happen to be standing the closest to, which is football. Although he's better at soccer, he feels pretty confident in his throwing abilities

He actually does surprisingly well, all things considered. Only a few people are better or at his level

He finds a pretty nice groove in the competition, but soon enough, he meets your gaze, and he simply has to pause for a bit

Your eyes were sparkling as you watched him, and he felt like he could hear your cheers over everyone else's in the festival

He immediately looks away to focus on the competition, but you would never know how fast his heart was racing because of your smile

He definitely looks good out there on the field, his gaze focused and determined, his body moving around with ease, the small and sure grin on his face...

At the end of the day, the results don't matter too much to him (well they kind of do, he is competitive after all), he's more nervous to see your reaction

You go to congratulate him, and he grins at you, leaning a bit closer to mumble, "It was all for you," in your ear before turning to talk his friends

You definitely can't see it because he turned his back, but his face goes absolutely red, and he feels so flustered that he can barely speak <3

Bro, Anon I actually was planning to do him next anyways. Andrew is such a soft boy-

I gave you a scenario like I did with Victor, but if you wanted actual HCs I can do that too. This is also SFW because it was not specified.

Salvation

Yandere! Andrew Kreiss (Gravekeeper) Scenario

Summary: All it takes is kindness to corrupt a man. It’s all Andrew needs to taste to get a craving of you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes like a forced relationship, obsession, dark behavior, stalking.

A monster. That’s all he was ever called in his life. That’s why he was around the rotting carcasses of the deceased more than actual people. They never called him a monster.

No one would care if he followed the Letter to the manor. No one would miss him if he never came back. Maybe he could be happier there.

Yet he still was met with people. Other people who followed the letter and came just like him. Then he was forced to follow the rules of the manor and become a mere toy for whoever ruled over it.

Life was always cruel to him, yet he felt he deserved it. His one and only salvation tarnished, he felt the others despised him like everyone else.

Which is why he was surprised that you came up to him, willingly. You had no fear of him, but he was scared of you. What if you also came to mock him.

But, there was no mocking. Only curiosity and kind words. You didn’t care about his illness, him being albino. You talked to him like a normal person would, and he couldn’t help but eat up every word you said.

From that point on, he could only trust one person in this manor. He followed you everywhere like a lost puppy. He never really did anything, however. It was just like he basked in your presence.

You feel like Salvation to him. You’re a good person to care for a monster like him. It feels nice to just be accepted by you.

You are always body blocked by him to protect you in matches. The hunters would hit him as he tries his hardest to help you kite.

You would always feel bad after, coming to help him out with his wounds as he stiffens at your touch. It was like you purified him with every soft and caring gesture.

You gave him the love and care the world couldn’t, was it his fault when he got drunk off it? Was it his fault when he wanted to keep you and drag you down with him?

He fought with himself, you were a luxury who could be tainted by him. He didn’t want to harm you and lose all of the care he gained.

But he obsessed over you to the point where it didn’t matter what the other half of his brain said. He couldn’t let you be stolen away from him now.

His behavior became rotten, other survivors left to the hunters while you and him get out each time. You at first thought it was just a bad day, until it happened all time.

He hovered closer than before, yet still hesitant to touch you. He was snappy towards other Survivors except you.

You needed to confront him, so you offered to speak with him.

The entire conversation felt uneasy, eyes the color of dry blood staring at you as you fumble with your words.

“What is up with you lately?”

You can see him tense for a moment.

“You aren’t even trying to save others anymore, only me! What’s wrong?”

“They’d be better as corpses.”

You stop accusing, and stare back into those sunken eyes.

“…what?”

“Corpses don’t call you a monster. Corpses won’t hurt you or bad mouth your appearance. Corpses don’t steal everything you love away and leave you damp and cold.”

You flinch back when he abruptly stands up, leaning on his shovel as he seethes.

“Everyone could be a corpse for all I care, except you. You were nice enough not to call me names or cast me away.”

“Andrew please-”

“I wouldn’t mind if they all died by the hunters, as long as I can have you as my Salvation.”

You distance yourself. Maybe he was in fact a monster. Maybe you managed to crack open that scared and antisocial shell of his and released something. A monster dark, cold, and damp that dwelled in the darkness.

A monster that wouldn’t mind tarnishing something so pure, as long as he could have it to himself.

Author’s Final Thoughts: This one was really fun to write. It’s my first Tumblr Ask so I’m quite happy. Sometimes he felt out of character, but I think it ended great.

― interlude

norton campbell x you he finds you crying in your room out of anxiety

(this was requested here)

As you slip out of the manor’s ballroom, the sound of lively conversation follows behind you. Voices blend together the further you go, dulled by the winding hallways, and soon you can’t tell them apart anymore. Once in a while a hearty laugh will ring out, shrill and distinct above the rest—a laugh you can usually identify as Demi’s, her self-restraint long lost to copious glasses of wine.

By the time you reach your room upstairs, the chatter is still thrumming through the floorboards. That rhythm is all you can focus on: the pulse of the party, the drum of your heart. You shut your bedroom door behind you before sinking to the floor. All night you’ve felt like an anvil has been weighing down your spirit, and it’s finally snuffed out the last of your strength. With shaking fingers, you clutch your mouth and choke out a staggered gasp, no longer able to stifle your cries.

The manor’s walls are thin, you know that well. Maybe you should feel lucky that the party under your feet will drown out any noise you make. But you still feel the need to make yourself quiet as a ghost, afraid a single sound might hush the entire downstairs into curious silence. As if they’d be climbing over each other to press their ears against the ceiling, eager for a chance to hear the crying guest upstairs. But the party goes on, and your tears go unnoticed.

Time starts to blur in the dim confines of your room. You don’t care to count the minutes, but enough time passes that you rub your nose raw. Before long it starts to feel like you’re teetering on the edge of sleep: swaddled by the pitch-black room, with the neverending song of muffled laughter and clinking glasses as your lullaby. If you shut your eyes long enough, maybe you’ll really fall.

All of a sudden a foreign sound cuts through your haze. Heavy footsteps, like that of a pair of boots. As they drag down the hall your ears prick up, the entirety of your body freezing over. They trudge along slowly, then stop in front of your door.

It’s Norton. He doesn’t announce himself, but he doesn’t have to. You know it’s Norton from his weary gait and the faint whistle in his breath. He pushes open your door without bothering to knock first. It’s clear he’s not expecting anyone to be on the other side of it, because he loudly clicks his tongue when it jams into you, and keeps trying to force it. The wood thuds against your back a few times before he releases the knob with a scoff.

“It’s me,” he says, striking the door twice with the flat of his hand. “Move whatever’s blocking the door.” His knocks feel urgent, but careful. Even when pressed flush against the wood, you don’t feel the jolt of his usual aggression. Still, your eyes squeeze shut. There’s no strength left in you to muster an answer.

Norton himself isn’t what concerns you. It’s having to show him the state you’re in. He’ll have nothing sensitive to say about it, and you’re not in the right mind to brave through that callous indifference of his. Honestly, the thought of addressing anything feels utterly impossible. You’ve been holding your breath ever since his footsteps came trudging down the hall, wishing you could just disappear.

“(Y/N),” he presses.

I’m sorry, you think.

There’s nothing you can offer him that he wouldn’t be able to find at the party. It doesn’t matter what he wants or if you let him in—your answer won’t change from a mortified I can’t help right now, sorry I’m so useless. At least staying in here eliminates the need to say it to his face. He’ll get the memo eventually.

. . .

. . . .

. . . . . .

When you’re certain he’s not fussing with the door anymore, you lean back into it, waiting for the click! of its close. Then you exhale, shallow, shaky, but quiet still. The fresh air tastes sweet in your lungs. It’s your own fault for holding your breath so long, but you’ve never been kind to yourself, especially not in moments like these.

You decide to wait a few seconds before locking it. Every sound you make is another tick on the time bomb, after all. Counting down to what exactly, you wouldn’t know; that’s a detail you’d rather not uncover.

Right when you’ve decided enough time has passed and you fumble for the lock, the door bursts open again. The force catches you off guard, practically sweeping you across the floor, and Norton strides in before you have the chance to push him out again. His eyes lock on you, shadowed by the dark of your room.

It’s an odd, silent reunion. You almost feel like you’re in trouble for something. He doesn’t even greet you before he tears his gaze away, peeking around your bed and bookshelf. Perhaps he thought you’d snuck off with someone.

“N-No one else is in here,” you croak.

“Where are the matches?” he asks, brushing off whatever you were insinuating.

He digs around your drawer until he finds a matchbox, then lights your bedside candle. From your spot curled into your knees, you gaze at his large figure, backlit by the candlelight. You’re still not sure what he came in here for. Though Norton isn’t exactly known for his transparency, not even with you. While he’s occupied at your nightstand, you try to wipe the puffiness from your eyes. It still doesn’t stop the next wave of tears from welling up.

“I’m sorry…” you murmur. He glances over his shoulder, waving out the match.

“For what?”

For crying. For leaving. For shutting him out. But with your words failing you, all you can do is shake your head — ‘forget it’ — and nuzzle deeper into your knees. It’s embarrassing to be the only one who’s ever crying between you two. Norton closes off his heart so stubbornly that you can’t even imagine a tear in his eye. You’re sorry for that, too. For burdening him and not extending the same care in return.

He doesn’t say anything for a while. Stillness overtakes the room — with him standing by your bed, watching you; with you buried into yourself, soft sniffles leaking through. Finally you hear him approach. He crouches in front of you, bringing the candlestick holder with him.

“Hey.” His tone of voice always has a biting edge to it, even when he’s trying to be gentle. He takes your hands, guiding them away from your bloodshot eyes. “Stop crying.”

I’m trying.

“Why didn’t you come get me?”

You shake your head again. “I’m okay,” you insist between snivels. “You didn’t have to come up.”

What use is there in saying that? One look at you gives the truth away. Norton would never take the bait that easily. He reaches a hand for your cheek, wetting his thumb as a stray tear falls.

“You’re a lousy liar,” he says. His hand is warm. Rough, but warm. It tempts you to lean into it, to rest in its gentle hold for a little while. But even with him wide open in front of you, your lingering guilt anchors you in place. You meet his brown eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected within them. Come here, they say. You’re sure you’re just imagining it.

Seeming to sense your hesitation, Norton makes the decision for you. He scoops you up effortlessly, and as you’re raised into his arms another rush of tears floods through you. At the same time, the heaviness you felt before begins to lift. It’s as if you’ve finally been given permission to cry, no longer weighed down by the shame you felt previously. Or maybe you’re just too relieved to care about that now. You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.

“You never have to ask,” he murmurs to you. It’s a reminder you’ve ignored too many times before. He lays you gently on your bed, and you refuse to unhook your arms from around him. He slots himself beside you. You think you mumble out a reply, but you can’t remember what it was before the cloak of sleep comes over you.

Can I ask you for hc on victor and eli pining over the same person? gender neutral if possible!

Of course, glad to have an ask! Sorry for the long wait.

VICTOR AND ELI PINING OVER THE SAME PERSON - HEADCANONS

First of all, let's talk a bit about those two's personalities.

While I agree with some of the fanon headcanons of the community, there are also some things that are too far from canon for my liking.

Victor, in my opinion, is quite a guy I must say. This man worked for a gang in the past, enter a burning building to save people, after that he also tried to hide from the gangsters' eyes while doing his job, what a chad. The man simple entered the game because that was the first letter he had ever been received, not because of money, wishes or anything else.

"Scoptophobia, Socially Awkward, Kind-hearted, Quiet", those are the 4 offical traits of him. But I would also like to add a bit of my thoughts about Mr. Postman myself. Even tho he is socially awkward, Victor is not scared to step up if needed, since he is also kind-hearted. It may take a while to gain his trust, but when you have gained it, he's going to stay with you till the end, especially after the dead of the policeman - the past owner of Wick, also the person you may considered as Victor's past friend. I see him as the "ride-or-die" homie and can cause a stir if necessary.

Victor believes in the "sincerity carried by written words" (Character Release) and has always been mesmerized by the expressions of the recipients receiving the messages, the man is the type to write his crush love letters, or just letters in general. Carefully conveyed all of his thoughts about you, he writes his feeling down then sealed it nicely. Victor Granz may looks quite small (I believe he is 170cm?), but he sure has some strength and can knock an average person out.

This chad believes in letter, and if letters can not solve the problem, than his action shall speaks louder than those words.

For Eli, this might be a lil bit shocking (?), but according to his birthday letter in 2021, Eli a cautious man with abnormally high self-esteem. He also desires fame and fortune, due to his poor class in the society. Some may say that Eli came to the manor for money reason, but in fact, his finances problem only plays a part of it, the real reason he came to the manor is to repent of his sin - breaking a seer's oath. His 2021 birthday letter also stated that he is "a so-called "seer" who knows nothing", so I picture him as some one who looks nice and polite outside, but is actually pretty arrogant inside. It is confirmed that he is 21, and since 21 is still a young adult, I couldn't really see him having that wise and nice aura people usually think of.

Eli, growing up with the ability to forseen the future, is used to avoiding annoying people, and of course he's going to take a small pride in it. Even though Eli appears as a nice and understanding man, he actually is short-tempered and sometimes has a passive agressive reaction towards some situations. You cannot tell me that this man doesn't suffering from stress.

But, since his first step into this place, Eli has matured, by all means. I'm not going to erase Gertrude here since she is one of the reason for Eli's development. According to his 2020 birthday letter, it seems like he has learn to accept god's will, even tho the next year letter showed that he's still struggling to make it out, turned out his effort is the cause of his "demise". This is interesting, if you look at this piece of info in a “x reader” kind of way, Eli is just like a flower that’s still blooming, and by having a crush, the seer will be more mature day by day to be the best version of himself. Now, if you notice, Eli with a crush definitely get better quicker than a seer without one.

Eli is not a social butterfly, I see him as an ambivert who only speak to people when it is necessary. He is also not fond of cursing other out, but he will definitely raises his voice, this man's ability revolves around gaining rage, how can he be a soft boy?

Now, let's get to the lovey dovey part.

I assume that if Victor and Eli both falling for the same time, then Victor will be the first one to make a move, since he doesn't have a fiancée back home.

Eli, in the other hand, know that he has fallen for you sooner than the Postman, but it will take him sometime to actually do something. He has a fiancée back home, and as a loyal faithful man, he will feel extremely guilty if he actually catches feeling for someone. Please give this man some times to make up his mind.

When Eli has finally made up his mind, then everyday is going to be interesting for you. Every time you got matched with those two, you got yourself two bodyguards who silently panicked if the hunter is near you. Owls, letters get sent perfectly, and they help you a lot if you are kiting/decoding/rescuing. They go all the way to support you, sometimes even sacrifice themselves for you. If they can, they wouldn’t let you do the rescue or contain the hunter, they’d rather did that, even if you are a rescuer or a container. They will do absolutely anything for you in their abilities, but of course, not throwing matches away.

Eli and Victor, both are not the type to fall in love at first sight. To win those two’s heart, you will have to start at friend and then moving forward. Maybe being good at interact with animals will help you a lot in gaining their attraction. They fall on the quiet side of the survivors, tho Eli is pretty good at small talk and Victor just doesn’t find speaking intriguing to him.

Eli, who is more socially active than Victor, will try to court you in a traditional way. Open the door for you, pulling seats, small compliment that will get you through the day,... Now, that’s his way to go. But since he has to rely on his owl to see things, Eli sometimes messes up for a bit, but that just add more to his charm, I guess? A bit of wise combine with the youthful, pretty arrogant spirit, a new breeze.

Definitely use his vision to impress you, like pulling you away from tripping yourself, predicting hunter’s movement in the match or just, predicting in general. Small flexing, acts of service and small talks. Eli is a great person to talk to if you want to have a piece of advice, to rant to or just a company in general.

He defintely treats you higher than the other with his religious background. Of course not as much as worshipping you, but a lil bit higher. But if he notice that you feel uncomfortable with this, he will defo toned it down. This man sees his crush in the manor like the light at the end of the tunnel, so expect him to treat you with the most tender hands and words. You light up his day every single time, just seeing your smile makes him feels like he’s on cloud nine. Maybe a bit of stalking you with his owl, sometimes you will see Brook Rose sitting in your eyesight. The owl surprises you, but not in a creepy way of course.

Mr. Clark sometimes will let you pet with Brook Rose, and I highly recommend it because the feathers are really soft. The owl sometimes bring you little trinkets like flowers, or some nice shiny rocks.

Now, for Victor, this man is sure a quiet guy, so different from Eli, Victor will try to gain your love in a more subtle way (welll, Eli’s way is not that flashy to be honest). Will send you anonymous gifts and letters, put them in front of your room's door, and of course, nicely decorated. Your in-match letters will be a lil bit longer compare to others' letters with more thoughts in it. Support you the best he can, defintely try to pull off a detention rescue before.

A nice company to have, especially if you like to read or playing with small animals. I firmly believe that Victor is pretty good at choosing books and knows how to take care of small animals, Wick is a prime example of this. Probably fond of light-hearted stories, and since the day he has a crush on you, Victor has found a new joy in romance novel, he sincerely hope that one day, he will able to act out a scene from those sappy stories with you.

Mr. Grantz’s dog, Wick, loves you. This baby boy sometimes lingers at your feet a lil bit longer before going to back to his owner in matches. In you guys’ free time, Wick is usually found by Victor’s side or taking a nap beside your feet. This puppy likes to play fetch with you and Victor, and he unironically becomes Victor’s wingman. If he accidentally leads the hunter to you, both Wick and Victor will be panicking to the state that the poor postman will continuously apologizes. He's sure to see that accident as a grave mistake, not only he failed his teammate as a supporter, but also causing troubles for his one and only love.

The offical information said that Victor can do anything pretty well except for socialising, so if you need help in any aspects, he’ll sure lend you a hand. Victor is not really good at comforting tho, but he makes sure to hear your problem and calm you down. Candy you ask? Here you are. A blanket? Sure. Victor is quick on his feet, anything you ask for will be delivered to you in a blink of eye. Wick also stays by your side and comforta you his best the whole time.

Now, for the tension between those 2 man, I would say it’s not that bad. Even tho Eli is easier to be jealous, he’s a nice guy and won’t do anything bad to the postman. Victor will also try to set this as a fair play, too. Boths are pacifist, so rivaling in peace, I guess.

Now, who would you choose in the end?

which survs (or hunters) do you think would get worked up knowing its their partner's first time? maybe im biased but i think fool's gold and luchino (maybe just evil reptilian? luchino is a gentleman but also he can be freaky idk) would get off on the idea that they're claiming their partner like nobody has before - 🐶

HMMMM yeah I've got some thoughts. I'm gonna split this into three groups and just give a few mentions that fit each one well

Thinks it's Hot (Corruption Kink)

Fool's Gold does not care about your experience levels or your comfort, and in fact it's hotter if you're tight and weak. His partners are just whiny little holes for him to fill, after all. Keep in mind, this one is going to hurt, and he doesn't care.

Florian doesn't even think he counts as a corruptor for this kink, because obviously he's squeaky clean polished gold! Still, it's pretty cute that you wanna give him the first run of your tight little body. Just don't be weirded out, okay? I promise everything he does and says is completely normal....

Ithaqua wouldn't want it any other way. But that doesn't surprise anyone at this point, does it? You are HIS, and HE is the only one that should be inside of you. Point. Period. Done.

Mostly Neutral/Mixed

Andrew is, on one hand, thrilled that you've both 'saved' yourselves for each other! On the other...neither of you really know what you're doing as a result. He would be flattered if he was your first, but practically speaking it's better if he's not.

Antonio thinks it's adorable that you want to be with him, but he does question if that's a safe choice to make. He'll go through with it if you really want, but he does make sure to warn you about the risks. (His size, for one, and the whole devil-posession thing.)

Alva doesn't mind either way. He's a slow burn, so if he considers it you're already in love anyway. He's a very patient lover--maybe too patient, for some--and will make sure you have plenty of prep. Honestly, with the way his libido is you might not even get his dick out of his pants the first few times. It's all fingers and mouth work, baby.

Would Really Rather NOT Be Your First...

Luchino knows how he is as a lover (intense, to put it in a word) and while he will agree to be your first if there is mutual attraction and feelings, and he will be considerate and patient with you, he'd still prefer if you got someone else. His easy mode might still be a bit much for you, and anything more vanilla than that isn't often enjoyable for him. (Evil Reptilian is more like Fool's Gold, though. He gives no fucks.)

Matthias can't stand the thought of being the one to 'taint' you. It's hard enough getting to a point of feeling like it's okay to interact with you sexually at all, but to be your FIRST? No. Please, don't ask him again. He'd rather turn a blind eye to you bedding someone else for release.

Edgar will straight up tell you that he doesn't want to have to teach you how to have sex. He will, if you really want him to, but he's gonna grumble. (He's not the best or most patient teacher for this and he knows it. He'll try his best...but his best may not be satisfactory.)

Also, unironically some of the BEST male options for your first time: Luca, Eli, Joseph

qtaro really is the strongest character in the cast because if midori came to MY room dressed as a nurse one of us is leaving pregnant and it is NOT going to be me