Hey! I Was Wondering If You Could Do Some N X Reader Angst??? Like How N Would Feel Being In A Fight

hey! i was wondering if you could do some N x Reader angst??? like how N would feel being in a fight with reader or reader just being reckless and how would N resolve this oh and i didnt specify what drone reader would be i thought i would leave that up to you if you wanted to pick a W drone reader or M drone reader or even Human reader i really love your work i just got into the Murder Drones fandom and i take a real liking to your works soooo i thought i would request something even if you dont end up doing this its fine! i just wanted you to know i really like your work make sure to take care of yourself!!⭐️

a/n: you like my work??? tytytyty!! i feel like it could be way better and have like a specific layout look.

character: n

｡𖦹°‧ in a fight

.ᐟ at the start he'd try to remain calm. like boy would try to keep himself from getting emotional

.ᐟ it wouldn't last long tbh

.ᐟ if he could cry, he'd be a angry crier

.ᐟ i think just fighting with you or anyone else would make him anxious

｡𖦹°‧ recklessness

.ᐟ if your being reckless, he'd panic and worry

.ᐟ falling from something? nearly broke him, but he'd catch you

.ᐟ i feel like he'd malfunction from stress.

.ᐟ n is just so sweet.

｡𖦹°‧ personal feelings

.ᐟ n 100000% does not like fighting at all. with you? especially not.

.ᐟ i feel like it would make him feel guilty and upset from fighting with someone.

.ᐟ he would be like a puppy. like a sad puppy.

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michael afton m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ guilt ꩜ ☔︎︎

summary: helping michael after bite of 83' drabble

tw: death, implied depression

doll m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ reader who speaks russian

summary: self explanitory

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hi!!!

can u write a j (murder drones) headcannons with a female human vs angel? or just a model if that sounds easier! <3 (ex: adriana lima)

take your time and take care!

a/n: i know i've said this before, but it's been too long since i've watched murder drones. like i believe a new ep came out and everything smh...... mid post i saw the vs, and i was like, oh shit. so. um.

character: serial designation j

⋆˚✿˖° so in a sense designation drones are like angels. (work with me here)

⋆˚✿˖° so basically j would be your angel.

⋆˚✿˖° you want something done? she'd do it. no hesitation.

⋆˚✿˖° you don't like this person, she'll handle it

⋆˚✿˖° more of a murderous angel.

⋆˚✿˖° she may attack worker drones, but you? not a chance.

⋆˚✿˖° she wouldn't dare lay a finger on you, wether your from her past or in the current, she would never harm a human. you especially.

⋆˚✿˖° but if something made her have to fight you, there would be no restraints. you'd have to literally outsmart a robot.

⋆˚✿˖° likeeee? it would be hard to fight he in all honesty. you'd probably have to be underhanded with your fighting.

⋆˚✿˖° water. getting her blindspot, for current murder drone j.

⋆˚✿˖° past j? i think that'd be 50/50

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G U I L T

a/n: posting fnaf shit for ✨variety✨ and this one is quite long. what can i say? i was in the zone.

character: michael afton

tw: death, implied depression,

mentions: fredbear, evan afton,

One thing you couldn't forget. Michael's face when Fredbear's jaws clamped shut on his little brother's head. His eyes were wide and guilty, the rest of his expression hidden behind his bloodied Foxy mask.

Safe to say, he was terrified and felt horrible about the accident. It was evident in how long he spent in the hospital. Right by his brother's side, praying for him to recover.

But now, after the funeral, he rarely left his room. He never hung around Fredbear's before it closed down after the accident.

You knocked on his bedroom door, you normally checked in on him. Making sure he ate and and drank. Ensuring he was taking care of himself properly.

Today, you find him taking a nap in his messy bed. His limbs sprawled aimlessly around his bed. You smiled, he looked peaceful. Smelly, but peaceful.

You cleaned his room, putting dirty vlothes in his hamper and such. Spraying Febreeze you store in his wardrobe to help with any lingering smells his room may have. Like any stale storage smells or odor from clothes.

❛ Mike? Wakey Wakey. ❜

You gently shook his shoulder, watching his features stir into a waking up expression. You motioned for him to sit up so he could eat and let you brush his hair. His curley mullet spiking in different directions.

❛ Good morning? ❜

He took a sip of water, his voice was hoarse and filled of sleep. You smiled. taking his hairbrush and brushing his hair. He was relaxed.

❛ It's 1pm, silly. You slept most of the day. ❜

You chuckled, watching as his brows furrow as he read his alarm clock.

❛ What day is it? ❜

He looked up at you, leaning backwards into your gentle touches. He liked the feeling of his hair being brushed by another.

❛ Saturday. Did you want to go somewhere today? ❜

You tilted your head down at him. Pausing brushing his hair mid-stroke. You were studying his mannerisms closely.

❛ I don't know. I like my bed... and my room. I'm tired. ❜

He tilted his head back to look you in your eyes. His blue ones looking tired and sleep filled. His eye's were like a gateway to his soul. To things he's never speak aloud or admit.

He was still feeling guilty and mourning.

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W A T E R C O L O U R

a/n: i'm backkkkk. out of a impromptu writing block. i wanna do like a series or sm. ya know? also, not proofread and is just larry fluff.

characters: larry johnson

ft. lisa johnson

A simple stroke, that's all it took. One simple stroke could ruin and muddy the colours he's already painted. He dipped his brush back into the water to remove the colour off the bristles.

A soft knocking could be heard on his bedroom door. It was some how heard over the Sanity's Fall being played in the background. Only Larry would paint a peacefull landscape with Sanity's Fall blaring.

❛ Come in. ❜

With his approval, the person at his door entered. It was you. One of his closest friends, the one that got his heart to do flips. You were right by his side from the moment you entered his room, overlooking his work from his shoulder. Literally.

❛ Is this Addison Apartment's in autumn? ❜

Your voice rang through Larry's ears, making him loose all thought. More so from your proximity alone.

❛ Yeah, with all the leaves and shit. ❜

He gestured to his work. Truthfully, Addison Apartment's isn't a pretty or attractive building. It looked more like a run down shack in the middle of flat grassy terrain, connecting to the rest of the town by a long footpath.

It was Larry's artistic interpretation. Changing the pine looking trees to ones that actually shed auburn and crimson leaves.

❛ Lisa said you've been working on this all day. ❜

That off comment left your lips, reaching into your backpack and pulling out a McDonald's brown bag. It was crumpled, but it still smelt fresh and good.

❛ You didn't have too. ❜

Larry placed his watercolour paintbrush back into his cup of water. Taking the brown bag and pulling out the burger.

❛ You deserve it. ❜

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