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Sinclair Brothers with an old fashioned s/o
Watched the House of Wax 2005 yesterday, I see why people love and hate the brothers.
By old fashioned, I mean, stereotypical housewife type, the girls on those retro housewife adverts.
Bo
You spent your days cleaning the brother's home, and cooking for Bo. But you weren't a push over. Every time he tried something with you, you showed him what's what. He quickly learned that you weren't to be messed with.
But on those nights that were sweet, and showed that Bo did really appreciate and love you, you were his dream, cooking his favorite meals, soothing the scars on his wrists when he worked a little too hard, helping him fix his cars. You both were together for a reason, after all.
Vincent
Much like his twin's s/o, you cleaned up after Vincent, but not the house, but his art station. He didn't care much for cleaning the buildup of wax, hair, and grime. But after you started doing so, he realized how much easier it was to work on his sculptures.
Staying with Vincent wasn't easy however, it took him a while to learn that you wouldn't be better off a wax statue, for him to admire forever. it took even longer for you to see the other side of his face, unhidden by the mask. while it took a while for you both to warm up together, when you did. Vincent made you his queen.
Lester
It took you a long time to get used to the smell. But as soon as you did, and let Lester bathe you in his affections, the both of you were happy. You spent a lot of time doing his laundry and cleaning his truck. He greatly appreciated that.
He was hesitant to let you in his life at first, his older brother, Bo, had always whispered in his ear about what should really matter to him. But, when Bo found a woman of his own, and eventually Vincent found one. Lester let you in, eternally grateful for how you waited for him, and didn't pursue someone else during those months.
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Creepypasta reactions to an s/o with bodily scarring
Jeff the Killer
He would want to have access to them all the time, especially if they were on your face. He would find them absolutely beautiful and wouldn't allow you to ever put yourself down for them. After all, he had his own, and he was beautiful.
Eyeless Jack
It wouldn't bother him, but since he was an ex-medical student, and kept updating himself on the medical field, he would often check the scars, no matter where they were, and he would make sure they healed up okay, or if something needs to be done to fix their healing process.
Ben Drowned
He probably wouldn't even notice, after all he's always seen you like that, and with his vast connections to the internet, he's seen that and worse. But if you ever brought attention to them, he would respond properly. However you saw fit. After all, he knew you better than anyone.
Hoodie
You were a confident individual, and he admired that, but the night he discovered how you felt about the scars on your body, he went from admiring you when you hid them, to worshiping you when you didn't. He always made sure you felt beautiful from that moment on, however you wanted him too.
Masky
When he found out you felt self-conscious about your scars, he called you pathetic. But soon after he came to you with your favorite types of gifts, and apologies. After that, although you were distant with him, he catered to your every need, knowing exactly what you needed and wanted day to day.
Ticky Toby
When you showed him your most vulnerable scars, he finally removed that mask of his. Before then, he refused, no matter how mant time you told him youve seen his face growing up. The two of you spent hours exploring the scars. Him tracing it with his fingers, and you asking him various questions.
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Eyeless Jack x Reader
Trigger warning: Vulgar language, violence, descriptive blood.
Your eye twitched as you stared at Jenny from across the dorm room, her nose buried into that stupid book of demons her and her buddy's fan-girled about. You looked at it, it was some serious HP Lovecraft Necronomicon shit.
You've overheard them whisper, about some Jack, Chernobog, and a sacrifice. You assumed it was some game.
But your gut said otherwise. So, the night Jenny gathered up a bag of robes, and a bright sapphire mask. You followed, secretly. Of course, she never knew.
By the time you arrived, hiding behind a tree, your toes quietly smacking into a rock. Jenny had scooped out Jacks eyes. You could only watch as she spoke in a weird language, pouring a liquid into his now emptied sockets.
His screams pierced your ears, as the rest chanted louder. You watched as the pain caused Jack to faint and regain consciousness over and over again.
You gritted your teeth, grabbing the rock by your feet. It was only seconds from the time you grabbed the rock, and you found yourself beating it into one of their faces. You couldn't tell who. The rocks jagged edges turned their face into mush, bone and blood splattered.
You could barely hear the screams and pleads of Chernobog as the group tried to pull you off of your victim. But it was too late, as you were wrenched from the body, his head was in shambles and his breathing stopped.
You don't know why you did it, perhaps it was because your father once poured boiling water in your eyes because he caught you looking at the tv after dinner. Maybe it was because you had an odd hate for Jenny, and the way she tortured this boy for her stupid, fake god really got to you.
You didn't stop fighting until there was a hit on the back of your head, causing you to fall with your face in the dirt and leaves.
You watched with tunneling vision, as Jack started to change, how his skin greyed, his body seemed to get bigger. The crack and breaking of his bones made him scream.
You couldn't hear the rest as you passed out.
When you next came to, you were being carried, the swaying of the person you were against gently brought you too.
You didn't move immediately, looking at the greyed hands that held you, thick, black claw-like nails carefully held away from your body. Finally looking up, you gazed at the sharp grey jawline, and a face, covered by one of those masks. The inky black substance from before streaked under the eyes, it looked like it was crying.
"Jac..k?"
He stopped, and looked down at you, the ink from the mask dotted onto your skin, he didn't say a word.
"Are you.... Gods, no you're not... Will you be alright?" You ignored the throbbing at the back of your head. And the taught feeling of blood matted hair.
He only nodded, and continued walking.
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Ben Drowned x Reader
(Recently been into Zelda again :D)
#Warnings - Mentions of suicides, drowning, possible triggering, swearing, explanations of crime investigations
You sighed as you leaned back into the plush chair if the university library. Your Crime Analysis class was fun, but you had chosen the wrong string of murders this project.
You had chosen an old crime investigation named The Ben Murders. Named after every letter from the victims mentioning a Ben, mentioning a drowning as well, each victim had committed suicide.
The fun part was you get to be creative, you didn't have to follow the exact cold case. So after a little digging, you found the investigation of Benjamin [REDACTED] A boy, aged 12, who had drowned in a lake while playing with his cousins. Everyone there claimed it was an accident, but police later revealed evidence of foul play.
With the drowning of him, and the mentions of drowning and Ben from the victims it worked to well.
You wrote your paper and constructed your evidence, playing close attention to remain respectful to the Victims and families of the Ben Murders, along with Benjamin and his family throughout the project.
But you had a problem. You were seeing real connections between Benjamin's drowning, the suicides, and an odd sight called CleverBot.
You noticed that people all over the place were realizing the connections, but the police rejected it, the boy had died in 2002, it was currently 2014.
People online theorized him coming back from the dead, it was all crazy. You thought so.
You packed up your things and left the library. When you stepped out, like usual your phone immediately gained reception. This time, amongst your abundance of YouTube notifications, one stood out, not allowing itself to be swiped away.
CleverBot is Active
You furrowed your brows. You never opened it on your phone aside from the one time you accidently clicked it's link while researching it. But the page never loaded, you went back before then.
You tapped the notification, your phone was shit anyways and you were going to get one soon, so if it got a virus you wouldn't care to much.
Opening the page, you were immediately greeted with the dead stare of Evie or whatever people called the damn bot.
Hello.
Hi?
Hello.
You're rolled your eyes, "This things fucking dumb." You swore, just shutting your phone off. But it immediately switched back on. CleverBot wasn't smiling.
You Shouldn't Have Done That.
Your face paled, that was the one consistent line in all the letters. But you quickly brushed it off,
"People are fucked up for teaching that to an AI."
You mumbled, closing your screen again and tossing your phone on your bed as you walked into your small dorm. Your roommate wasn't in.
You hummed softly, grabbing clothes for a shower, stepping into the small bathroom. Turning the water on, you made sure it was to the perfect temperature before stepping into the room again to grab a towel.
But the man on your bed, dresses as Link from the Majora's mask game (only guessed because he was wearing the damn mask) stopped you in your tracks.
"who the fuck are you?"
"You're to smart (Y/n), connecting me to these crimes going on, change your project before I do."
You rise a brow, then frowned, "You're disgusting, what, did you watch me in the library and decide this was funny? You shouldn't disrespect the dead like this."
He shifted, moving off the bed, his feet never quite touching the floor. He took the mask off, replacing it's stare with his own. Red eyes, red tears, Benjamin's face.
You stumbled back, "Oh hell no." You spat, grabbing the nearest thing to smack him with. He quickly moved out of the way.
"You Shouldn't Have Done That."
You frowned, "You're a creepy fucker. But if you're alive I'm just calling the police."
Your grabbed your phone and as you were to press the emergency call function, Ben, or whoever he was, panicked, grabbing your wrist and throwing the phone out of your hand.
"No! Please don't call them." You saw true fear in his eyes, his body seeming to glitch in and out.
You tried to pull away, "why shouldn't I? You're a murderer!"
"You think I wanted to be!? I was a kid for Christ sake! All I did was torment my brother for caring more about my Nintendo then the fact that I was dead! After that He made me kill people!"
You watched him break down. Fully seeing a broken child. You frowned and crossed your arms.
"He?"
He shook his head, "if I say his name he'll come and we'll both die."
"youre not going to kill me?"
"I... I was, because you were finding shit out, I didn't want to get into trouble."
You frowned, "It's not going online, its a school project."
He swallowed, rubbing the bloody tears from his face, "You can't show anyone. There's to many conspiracies out there."
You groaned, "Fuck man, I already spend so many hours on it."
"I'll fix it, okay?"
You shrugged, then looked at him, locking eyes with the brightest blues you've ever seen. You blinked a few times, and they stayed.
"Your eyes..."
"Yeah, they look better like this don't they?"
You smiled a little, "I think your other eyes look cool too."
He nodded, then looked at the weapon you still held in your hand. Bursting out in laughter.
You rise a brow and looked at your had, freaking out, "Oh my god!"
You were holding your roommates thongs.
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Headcannon: Creepypastas and a flirty s/o
A little NSFW
Jeff The Killer
Would try to out flirt you, his ego would not let you out do him.
But you would out do him, and depending on how his day went, would determine if he would be a brat about it, or horny.
Keep in mind though that he will get you back, if you out flirt him.
Eyeless Jack
It wouldn't faze him, he is stone cold, and emotionless, his every expression hidden behind that mask.
Eventually your flirting would get to the man, and you would find yourself pinned to the wall.
Hes very primal.
Ben Drowned
He would take your flirting as "I want you" even if you weren't in that mood.
You would have to deal with a horny Ben all the time, and it would be something else.
Be careful with your words, or actions, he won't let you walk.
Hoodie
Would be confused at first, flirty advances were unknown to him.
Once he figured it out however, he's totally flustered, weak in the knees for your words and touch.
He wants to please you, so tell him what you want from him.
Maskey
Would be annoyed at first, physical contact really isn't his thing.
If he trusts you, however, you'll learn just how playful he can be. Grabbing you and pulling you close, only to make you squirm with tickles.
He's afraid of making you feel like something he uses, so he keeps his urges secured away until you make it painfully obvious
Ticky Toby
Would stare at you dumbly, until he realizes what your words meant, the boy's a little slow.
By the time he got it he would be fully aroused, but he wouldn't be able to do anything because you were too busy keeled over laughing.
He would be grumpy for days, out of embarrassment.
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Creepypastas meeting their future s/o
It's just going to be a few characters since there are so many. Mainly going to be the most popular in fanfic-
All will be older then 18
Jeff the Killer
Was strolling town without sinister intentions for the first time in forever, when you accidently bumped into him. At first, he was mad until he looked up at you and gazed upon your beauty. You looked at him, and his facial scarring, with fascination.
Your cheeks turned a bright pink when you realized that you were staring for a little too long, "Sorry mister!" You awkwardly apologized, scurrying away.
Eyeless Jack
He had been watching you for ages. Watching as you looked through the cave that made him the monster that he was. The sapphire shade of blue in your hands, and the way the black, ooze smeared on your hand like oil. It had been years, and it was still fresh.
You didn't seem to mind.
He moved forward, the hunter so focused, he missed the stick under the leaves. The snap catching you off guard, the sapphire mask dropping from your hands as you whirled towards him.
"Oh! Hello, I'm so sorry! Is this your stuff? They're all pretty cool, inspired by that one cult story, right? I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snooped, um, see you around!" You stumbled on, before quickly making your exit towards the row of parked cars beyond the forest line.
Ben Drowned
Your friends were obsessed with Cleverbot. Talking about some internet legend about some Legend of Zelda character that became evil... or something, you weren't much into videogames, or your friends' crazy conspiracies.
But somehow, one night, they convinced you to try and find him.
Ben Drowned, they called him.
"Just pull the page up and ask for him, and reload until you stop getting bot responses." Your friend said over the phone, instructing you on the art of Cleverbot demon summoning.
You sighed, "You know, this is an AI right? If this demon or whatever is so popular, the AI will probably get the right response pretty quickly.
"(Y/n)!" Your friend whined, "Come on, just do it!"
"Fine, fine."
thus began the cycle, 'Is this Ben Drowned?' 'No, this is Sarah.' 'Is this Ben Drowned?' 'No.'
That is, until a shuddering response, pared with the Cleverbots creepy AI facial features painted your screen.
'Is this Ben Drowned?' 'Hello (Y/n)'
Hoodie
Coffee. The smell that fueled your every morning, the best kick start of your day. Being a barista was a wonderful job in your opinion, and since you were owning your very own coffee shop, it was even better. Your mom helped you manage the business, having many different, and very successful businesses of her own. She was the best teacher you could have asked for.
You had a regular, a man in a faded orange hoodie, who always showed up, and sat in a private corner booth against the wall. Using your free wifi to upload things from his camera from his computer.
While you had never spoken to him, he was quite attractive, luckily, you were covering a shift for one of your girls, who usually covered that area of the cafe. You watched him come in, and sit in his usual spot, setting up his computer, and camera.
You strode over with the most genuine grin you could muster, "Hello! I'm covering for your usual barista, what can I do for you?"
He looked up at you, and gave an awkward smile, a light blush dusting his cheeks, "Um, a large caramel coffee, with extra cream." His eyes followed the end of your pen as you scribbled his exact order.
"Alright, let me make that up for you!" You said cheerily, a pep in your step as you walked to the brew counter.
Masky
You sat across from him again, at the therapist's office. Tim Sutton, you learned recently. You noticed him a few weeks ago, when his sessions were suddenly right after yours, when usually your therapist would call in a woman named Megan. Regardless, he was a quiet man, shrugging off anyone who even tried the simplest hello. You sat next to him once, he smelt heavy with cigarettes, and 3-in-1 axe body soap. You didn't say a word.
That was until when your session ended, and his began, he had left his phone by the chair he previously was.
And since this was a sketchy town, even in the fairly modern therapist's office, you sat in the waiting area, his and your phone in hand.
"Mr. Sutton!" you called out as he left the glass double doors.
Ticky Toby
You had a friend, back in preschool, who couldn't feel pain. You two would always have a blast finding different things to poke him with, and he would never feel it.
But when you both went to elementary school, he disappeared.
You forgot about him for a time, after all it was such a short moment in your life, even if you were best friends at the time. That was until you stubbled across an old diary of yours, where all your accounts with the young Toby were recorded.
You smiled fondly as the memories flooded back, and you decided to look him up on social media.
It actually wasn't hard, well, you didn't think so, it looked like him, sort of, just a lot older.
'Hey! I'm (Y/n) and I know this is a little weird, but did you go to preschool in the small town? I was recently looking through old things and I came across a really old friend named Toby. If this, isn't you I'm sorry to bother!'
That was the weirdest message you've ever sent.
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