Dead by Oneshots • Headcannons and Imagines

Wraith x Affectionate Reader

No warnings for this chapter

It was another one of those bad days at the survivor campfire, a situation came up where the loudest individuals were angry with each other again. Probably for an in-ttial mistake. This resulted in fighting and sour moods all around, which wasn't exactly helping at all given everyone was trapped in this hellish world forever. Not a good thing, and fighting would never help. Wanting to get away, your mind immediately went to the best thing in the entire realm, and your best means of temporary escape: The Wraith, Philip Ojomo.

You decided to surprise him today, as a change of pace for his usual habit of surprising you. Not always in a good way, sometimes duty demanded bad things of him... at this point, you understood and forgave him. He was better than The Entity, and you knew that. Walking away from the warm glow of the campfire and into the forest, you started on your way to Autohaven's gates.

It's always hazy in Autohaven, like the smoke from the eternally damaged cars never really settles. Not like it could ever do anything but levitate in place, there's no wind and no action. The little action there is, can all be credited to one being and his dull antics. Well, dull is a harsh way to put it, but how else does one describe 'running around and gazing into the sky'?

You can't blame Philip, there really isn't much in the realm. He's tried to fix cars only to find The Entity never filled them with parts, probably because it didn't need to. Why fill a husk if the outer shell already serves a good enough obstruction? What little things he could do were already done, or had been reset halfway through the process and wasn't worth trying again. 

Existence was difficult in the realm, but having Philip to visit from time to time made it all the better. He was awkward, lanky, but my goodness was he adorable. The tall man hadn't ever been in any former relationships, and sometimes it was obvious in the way he handled affection. He was never angry or scared, not even upset in the slightest, just a bit fiddly.

At this point in your relationship, you had methods to locate him. He never rang his bell outside of trial, since he only ever used it as a warning and doesn't actually require it for cloaking, but that didn't render him completely silent. His breathing was always so loud, snarling and rough like a bike going down gravel roads. It only took a moment to hear him, thank goodness, sometimes locating takes hours if he doesn't know you're around.

Walking around a pile of mauled cars, the sound grew louder much to your relief. He was just around the corner, cloaked somewhere... he was probably holding still, which did unfortunately render him completely invisible. Well, looks like the surprise is off, sneaking up on him would be immensely difficult. That's okay, in the end it's still a surprise, especially to him.

"Philip? Where are you?" You said, giggling as his voice hitched from a harsh inhale. He held his breath for just a moment, a shimmer visible in the corner of your eye as his head whipped around in search of you. As soon as he saw you, he began to appear in a small flurry of ashes, moving from the vault he was leaning into. He was quick to approach, shocked, but very happy when you wrapped your arms around his skinny little body.

He hugged back, bending down so his shoulders were as level with yours as he could manage. "Awh, big guy! Missed me? I missed you." You said, reaching up to rub one of his spikes. They were short, thank goodness, that usually meant he was taking care of them properly. He snorted a response, nodding his head and pressing his cheek against your own. It was subtle, but by God it was his little way of giving back to all that affection.

He pulled away first, as he usually does, and motioned for you to follow him to his little setup. It was just a couple chairs set up around a lovely little makeshift table. It wasn't much, but the two of you shared many memories there. Philip swiftly plopped into a chair, making himself comfortable and smiling as you moved your own closer to his.

He planned on reaching out for your hand to hold, but you beat him to it, small hand resting on top of his before it was even lifted. He grew flustered, rubbing his thumb on the top of your hand. He stopped quickly though, since his fingers were rough and he didn't want to rub any skin raw.

"I hope you haven't been lonely without me, Philip." You said, smiling gently as he simply shook, and then nodded his head in conflicted emotion. You could tell what he meant by just the way he was holding himself that he was pretty lonely when you weren't around. He loved you very much, and obviously felt bad he couldn't portray this better. You thought he did wonderfully.

Slowly he lowered his head, attention diverted and over to the dirt in front of him. With a hearty laugh, you got up from your chair and approached him. This scared him just a little, not because he was afraid of you at all, but because he knew what this usually meant. Love attack.

You climbed onto his chair with him, struggling to find a comfortable position where both of you could fit. In one pose you dug your knees into his poor thighs, and in another your legs were all over the place. When you finally found the perfect place, sitting on the side of your legs while perched on his lap, he was smiling brightly and admiring your own. Your hands went straight to cupping his cheeks, and his own arms wrapped around your waist awkwardly.

Pressing your lips against his own chapped and bumpy ones, you gently tugged on his funky little horns to guide him closer. He wasn't reluctant at all, and rather tried his hardest to return the loving treatment. He wasn't fantastic at it, but he put everything into those little circular rubbing motions of his. You pulled away, only to start intensely kissing him all over his face. One strong peck for his nose, and another for both his cheeks. His shoulders were bouncing from the sudden onslaught of laughter caused by your kisses, pretending to try and escape your kiss attack.

He would never actually escape it, even if given a super huge and obvious means of escape. He loved kiss attacks! He only wished his lips didn't feel like hardened wood so he could smother you in return. Well, this was good enough for him, especially because he knew you were affectionate and enjoyed this as much as he did. While the two of you giggled, Philip wailing in fake drama, the plastic chair beneath the both of you began to groan. It went unnoticed until...

Snap!

The both of you were sent into the ground, the chair causing you
both to fall backwards and knocking your heads together. For just a moment he was dead silent, looking at you and rubbing his head gently. You locked eyes, rubbing your own head and being unable to contain the laughter from creeping out your lips. He snorted, smiling again as he tried to see the chair that was now squished under his rear and in pieces.

You planted your head into his chest, not letting him escape you to see the damage done. Not like he cared, he was really more worried for you than the chair. It was just a chair, it couldn't smother him in kisses and make him feel so very loved. Wrapping your arms around his chest, he rested on the ground in defeat. He would never push you away, so he'd rather lay on the ground instead.

With a short sigh, his arms wrapped around your body, nestling his cheek onto the top of your head. He played with your hair a little bit, admiring you. Had you fallen asleep? Well, I know Philip did, dropping into slumber with his long fingers resting on your head, and your arms wrapped around his body.

Thank you for requesting! I really hope you like this- It's been awhile since I've done writing requests so I'm sorry if this is rusty or rushed. I'm also just a little busy tonight- well, thank you for reading!