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✯sharpsh××ter✯

outlaw masky(tim wright) x fem!bounty hunter reader pt1

sharpshooter - by M

synopsis: it's 1891, you're a bounty hunter & you've been tracking down a certain outlaw with a hefty reward on his head for two years, but when you finally catch him, you realize you may be way in over your head.

a little jig for you to listen to while u read :)

WARNING(S)!!

This is only part one!

Guns

Reader is kinda money hungry/money motivated

Alcohol

Psychical fights

Cursing

I'm horrible at describing terrain LOL

Pronouns aren't used on reader until part two, although words like wife/lady are used.

(this is supposed to be from a second pov)

Pet names (sweetheart, doll, honey, darlin' etc)

Reader isn't aware that tim is masky (it's explained later)

Breaking of bones

Mentions of crimes / crimes being committed (murder, robbery, etc)

This is more than likely inaccurate to that time period

Although the warnings may say otherwise, this is really just a silly little fanfic

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*BANG*

the saloon doors slammed open, followed by the sound heavy footsteps, along with the jingle of spurs.

You could hear as the footsteps got closer and closer, the feeling of anticipation caused your blood to pump faster.

you looked up from your glass, and looked at the bartender, whose hands were shaking ever so slightly.

???:"I heard you been lookin' for me"

you heard a deep voice come from beside you

You quickly downed the rest of your whiskey before you slowly cut your eyes to where the voice was coming from, to see the one and only...

Tim wright

✯(Age: 28

Bounty: 5'000

Crimes: multiple counts of robbery, extortion, and forgery)✯

you: "and who might you be?"

you looked down at your empty cup

you knew damn well you had been asking around town about him, but you decided to play it safe.

tim: "don't act like you don't know.."

he roughly knocked your cup out of your hand, causing it to hit the floor and burst

you turned your head to face him, annoyance apparent on your face.

you: "you wanna take this outside?"

your eye slightly twitched

tim: "what? you scared to lose in front of all these people?"

Leaning against the bar, he chuckled as he looked around the room

You leaned closer to him, your face inches away from his

you: "I didn't mean a fist fight, Tim"

you backed away slowly, and placed your hand on your gun holster

You watched as the realization hit him

He slightly hesitated before replying

tim: "alright.."

he sighed as he stood up from his seat and made his way to the exit, he paused in front of the door before speaking again

tim: "you comin' sweetheart?

you got up from your seat as well, hand still on your gun.

you saw the distressed faces of the people in the bar as you walked by.

tim: "ladies first"

He took off his black, dusty hat and held it on his chest as he bowed and he held the door open for you

you only gave him an unimpressed look

you: "you go right ahead"

he sighed unenthusiasticly as he stepped out.

you followed him, staying close behind him to make sure he didn't try to run off, which you doubted he would do.

You took a moment to look up at the night sky, which was littered with stars.

when you brought your attention back to him, you noticed he was staring at you, his brown eyes glistening under the full moon.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

You started to speak, attempting to ease the tightness in your throat

you: "on the count of five.."

he pulled back his coat to reveal a revolver

He placed his hand on it gently, he had this dangerous look in his eye, one that told you he would eat you alive if you weren't careful

everything went deafeningly silent, the only sound coming from your short breaths.

1..

2..

3..

before you got to four, you saw him reach for his gun

You quickly drew your colt, and shot him in the thigh.

He yelled as he fell to the ground, and fired a shot.

The bullet wizzed past you, luckily not hitting you.

tim: "DAMN!"

he winced as his blood spilled out unto the ground.

you walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, you looked down at him with a slight grin.

you: "cheater.."

you whispered to him

You twirled your gun around, so that you were holding the barrel.

You then hit him in the head with the handle of your gun, and watched as sleep overtook him.

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He slowly gained consciousness, and squinted his eyes, the brightness of the sun temporarily blinding him.

the sound of hoofs clacking ringed in his ears.

He took in his surroundings, only to realize he was not where he once was.. instead he was in the middle of the desert, the only signs of life in his field of vision other than himself being a few cacti here and there, along with a bit of dry grass.

He turned his head to the right, ignoring the pain in his head and saw his horse.

He followed the rope that was tied to his horse to see the torso of an unfamiliar horse, along with a pair of boots, and the bottom of skirt flopping up and down in front of his face

He felt anger overcome him as he remembered what had happened the night before.

tim: "mmph!"

He squirmed as he tried to say something, but it came out as a mumble because of the gag in his mouth.

you: "good mornin' darlin!"

You said in a cheery tone of voice, only fueling the anger that was bubbling up in him.

you: "how'd ya sleep?"

masky/tim: "MMHP, MMMMM"

He attempted to speak once more.

you: "oh, right"

You reached around and pulled the gag down to his neck.

tim: "YOU M0THERF#CKER"

Taking no time to catch his breath, he instantly yelled at you, rage evident in his voice.

you: "sorry to tell you this, but there's a slight chance you may have a concussion"

you cut your eyes toward him

you were clearly trying to get a reaction out of him,(and it worked) you knew you didn't hit him hard enough to give him a concussion.

tim: "D#MN YOU TO HELL!"

after a few minutes of him cursing at you, you got tired of it and put the gag back in his mouth.

And yet he continued to yell, although it was intelligible.

hours went by, the sun was starting to set and you knew you'd have to rest for the night.

Tim had stopped yelling awhile ago, which would be worrying if you didn't have him bound, and wounded.

You slowed down in speed as you approached a plateau, you decided to settle here for the night.

you hopped off your horse and tied the horses to a log, to keep them from running away.

you then pulled tim off the back of your horse, causing him to hit the ground face first.

tim: "hmmp!"

he groaned

you rolled him over, and set him up against the same log you had your horses tied too.

you: "I'm gon' get some firewood, don't move.."

He thought about attempting to run, he really did,, but he decided against it.. figuring that if he were to successfully escape, he'd have to plan it out.

you left him there to look for anything flammable you could find, luckily when you came back he was where you left him.

you: "I figured you'd try to run off while I was gone"

He groaned.

you lightly grinned at him before removing the gag once more.

tim: "I would have, if it weren't for the HOLE IN MY LEG."

you laughed as you noticed a vein in his head pop out.

You put the various sticks, and grass you found on the ground and made a fire.

you set across from him, leaning against the hard wall of the plateau.

tim: "who are you anyway?"

he huffed, although you could barely see it, he had a slight curious glint in his eye

you: "now why would I tell you my name?"

tim: "well, how are we supposed to become friends if I don't know your name?"

you: "so you think we're gon' be friends?"

You chuckled, the audacity of this man? To think that the two of you could be anything even close to friends was a very strong reach. he was up to something you just couldn't figure what it was he was up too.

tim: "oh, I think we're gon' be a lot more than friends.."

He cooed as he leaned back into a more relaxed position and gave you a serious, yet sly look.

That's when you realized what he was doing

Tim was a very handsome man, that you couldn't deny.. but you couldn't allow yourself to fall for his tricks, nor his advances.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up as you paused for a minute, deciding on what to say.

The silence was heavy, and awkward.

But only on your part, Tim on the other hand found enjoyment in your slow reaction.

you: "we're goin' to town tomorrow so I can turn you in and finally be rid of you"

You said bitterly, as the heat in your cheeks dissipated

He sighed in discontent once he realized that his charms wouldn't work on you so easily

you stared down at the fire, and watched as the flames grew higher & swayed from side to side, almost as if they were alive.

Surely enough you drifted off to sleep, the moon shining brightly above the two of you.

You felt eyes on you the whole night, you weren't exactly sure if they were his eyes or something else, either way you didn't sleep very well that night.

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you felt lightheaded as you awoke slowly

your eyes shot open as you realized that tim wasn't where you left him

You quickly gathered yourself, and stood up.

You looked around, the horses were still there so you knew he was on foot.

You packed up the few things you had out, then you untied your horses and started following tracks he had left behind.

you didn't exactly know how he got free, all you knew was that the rage that had been building up over these two years of chase, was finally bubbling over.

You had spent two years chasing after this assh#le, you weren't gonna let him get away that easily.

you: "c'mon!"

you pulled on the reins, causing the horse to run faster

You followed after the messy tracks he had left

you felt the breeze blow against your face, causing any stray hairs to fly back.

Soon enough, his blurry silhouette came into view.

You felt sweat drip off of your forehead, heat radiating off of the golden sand.

He started to pick up his pace as he heard the sound of hooves clacking.

Despite his attempt at running away, you caught up with him, blocking his path as you pulled your horse in front of him.

You hopped off of your horse, and tackled him to the ground. He yelled a mixture of different curse words as his body roughly hit the ground, you raised your fist, then brought it down in one swift movement.

You watched as blood started to spill from his nose, he began to squirm under you, trying to break free.

You used your weight to keep him down, before hitting him once more with your right hand.

You raised your left hand once again preparing to punch him, but before you could he had grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him

He took no time to jump on top of you, and wrap his hands around your throat.

He squeezed tightly, you could feel the air in your lungs be forced out as a burning sensation overtook your body, you attempted to break free of his grasp you kicked, and punched, and scratched, but to no avail.

You looked up at him, your vision becoming blurry, you couldn't quite make out the expression on his face, all you could see was the blood dripping from his possibly broken nose

You then remembered the bullet wound in his leg.

You pulled down the bandage you had previously put on his leg and dug your finger into the hole as hard as you could.

He yelled as his grasp around your neck weakened, you took that chance to push him off of you and onto the ground.

You both just laid there for a while, trying to get over the throbbing pain you were both experiencing.

You groaned as you sat up, leaving an imprint on the sand.

You turned to your side, and looked at him intensely.. he only turned his head and looked back at you with an amused look on his face, followed by a chuckle.

tim: "you know.."

He started to speak

Before he could finish his sentence, you roughly kicked him in the stomach, the heel of your boot digging into his gut.

he mumbled something unintelligible as he rolled onto his side, while clutching his stomach.

you fully pulled yourself off of the ground, you stood tall over him, the sun gleaming behind you, casting a blinding glow around you.

You pulled your gun out of it's holster, and pointed it straight at his face, he looked up at you, with a look in his eye that gave you nothing but goosebumps.

You swallowed that lump in your throat, and started to speak.

you: "you try to run off again.."

you paused, only adding on to the pressure that was weighing heavily.

you: "and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head."

venom seething from your words, you roughly grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up off the ground.

You grabbed some spare rope from your bag, and tied him up once more.

This time, you tied his hands behind his back, and his feet.. tightly.

You stowed him on your horse, and started on your way to the nearest town.

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i will be reading over this to check for any mistakes, if you spot any please do tell me!!

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muchlovem · 11 months

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The Blackest Day

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.༻♡ This story was

inspired by "The Blackest Day"

by Lana Del Rey. ♡༺.

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Content Warning: Possessiveness, Verbal abuse, Physical assault and Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Blood, Scars, Self harm, and Witchcraft.

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: Reader fall in love with a certain masked man, but he was being a hoe and brought another girl home. So she puts him under her spell of the weather and has him were she wants him.

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She was a former experiment injected with who knows how many drugs. She had escaped from the facility that was keeping her as a human experiment. Her plan didn't get her far though. Maybe if the facility wasn't in the middle of the woods she would have a chance of survival. The girl lasted a couple of days in the woods, but it seemed like forever. Just when she thought the angel of death was about to kiss her lips, a kind man nursed her back to health.

Everything seemed well, she found that the man lived in the middle of nowhere he owned his property and enjoyed a quiet life. He had everything he needed: wood, water, food from his garden, and even a TV. Every morning the older man and the girl would go out on a walk, keeping a lookout for anything new, every day was the same and the girl was ever so thankful for it, nothing was unpredictable.

That was until there was a change, though it's been a few days since the girl and the man had been out on their morning walk, the man for some unknown reason had fallen ill. The girl tried to nurse him back to health as a way to return the favor. She tried to convince the man to come out for their morning walks again, but it seemed like he would get sicker by the day. Now she would take her morning walks all alone.

One day, when she was taking her morning walk, she saw papers all around the trees. How strange. Civilization is miles away. She tried her best to take one of the papers down, and she succeeded. The paper had the words “Don't Look Or It Takes You” in pen with a strange drawing of a stickman, the note looks like it was written by a second grader. Weird. The man never mentioned anyone else nearby. When she went home, she found that the man had passed. He looked in pain. Such a kind man, he didn't even get the privilege to die in peace. You examined his body, his body was cold, his nail beds blue, the corners of his mouth crystal-like. The girl didn't know what to do, so she left and dug a hole. The papers on the trees were still up. Every few minutes she would feel lightheaded, she thought that it was due to all the heavy work she was doing.

The burial hole took three days, throughout those days she didn't eat, or sleep, and she felt exhausted. The girl had heard when people are deprived of sleep they start to see things. The hole wasn't perfect, but she tried her best for the hole to be deep enough. With a heart full of sorrow, the girl went to make her way inside the house to get the man's corpse. She felt insane looking at the scene in front of her. The man that was once on the bed was completely gone, and in his place were a bunch of crystals. To make things worse her headache had gotten stronger, she felt twice the pain now and she even started to hear what seemed to be very faint static.

What kind of sick joke was this? She hurried outside and looked around and started to take all the papers down, cursing at the endless abyss of trees. She stumbled her way back to the house and carefully put the crystals in a bag. She went back out and gently put the cloth bag in the hole. For a moment she thought it was raining, but in reality, her emotions had caught up to her and the girl realized that the rain was her tears.

She started to fill the hole with the former dug-out dirt, whilst she was crying. The girl felt an array of emotions; anger, confusion, aggravation, and sadness. Once she was done, her headache came back to annoy her. The girl wanted to knock herself out cold. She ignored it and went into the house.

She couldn't stay here any longer she had to leave. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed at herself, she looked ill, her face was dirty with dry snot and tears, and her eyes were puffy from all the crying. She had found a couple of bruises. Her hair was in braids, they surprisingly didn't look too bad, some loose hair, and it had become loose due to time. The girl took her last shower at the house and dressed herself in the clothing that was available to her. She took a final look at the house and walked over to the kind man's grave and blew him a kiss.

She started walking and noticed that all the papers were up on the trees again. The girl could have sworn that it was because of the lack of sleep, but she had seen a tall and faceless paper white man. Her headache was triple the pain now, and the faint static had gotten louder. She yelled out of annoyance, she felt like a toddler throwing a fit over not getting a new toy. Except she felt like her situation was justified. She had hoped to outyell the static and for a while, it had worked. The girl looked at the ground and thought about how comfortable it looked. The leaves crumbled at the sudden weight. She looked at the sky, it was its usual beautiful shade of blue and what made the scenery more breathtaking was all the trees. Her moment of peace was interrupted by a sudden pain, her headache had reached a new extreme and the static was louder than it had been before. She tried her previous method of yelling, but it seemed to make it worse. She covered her ears and looked around. It was dark, and all that was seen was the papers. “Always Watches No Eyes” “Help Me” “Can’t Run” “Leave Me Alone” and “Follows”. She started crying and pleaded to whatever it was that was following her. “That poor innocent man, you killed him. He was kind enough to nurse you back to health, and you caused him to die.” All the girl did was cry, and deny all the accusations. Then it all went black.

The girl didn't know what happened after that, she had woken up in a room that was made of metal. There was a single flat mattress on the floor. There was a tiny window on the door, it seems to be the type of door you'd see in classrooms. Something covered the window from the other side. She was still able to see figures walking by. She banged on the door anytime someone walked to see if someone would let her out, but as she expected no luck. They opened the door to give her food, she wasn't able to identify anyone though they always wore white suits. She then felt her headache come back, her senses had stopped and she saw the tall faceless man again. He had introduced himself, and said that he had brought her to his “Home”.

The faceless man also explained why the man that she had been staying with prior had passed away. He told her that she had unmanageable supernatural abilities that affected the people around her. If someone was by her for a long time their insides would slowly crystalize and then painfully pass away. She felt a tear go down her cheek. That the poor man, so kindly and unknowingly, invited the cause of his death to his own home. He stated that other people were living in his “Home”. She felt a sort of relief, but she soon discovered that all of them perform rituals for the tall faceless man. They were all sadists beyond humans at this point. The girl swore to never become like them, but the girl slowly became more like them.

The faceless man would only send her on missions once a month, she looked the most human, with no noticeable gashes, masks, scars, or unnatural skin. Just a “normal” girl. Every time she was sent out the girl thought that the man would have to hate the person to end them in such a slow and painful way. Once she would get back, he would immediately take her to the dreaded metal “room”. She despised it, no one was able to interact with her. She stayed in her room until her next mission.

Lately, she would be visited by a man with a feminine mask, he would just stare at her through the window not saying a word. She had learned that he went by the alias “Masky”. The girl thought it was a silly name, she preferred to call him by his real name Tim. She would talk his ear off, even though she wasn't sure if he was listening or not, but she didn't care. He weirdly made her feel sane. She even convinced the faceless man to go out once a day. Every day she would only and only ever go to Tim. She thought of Tim as her one and only friend. That was until he would get physical with her, not in an abusive way but in a sexual way. He would graze her ass or touch her boobs and sometimes would pinch her nipple just to see it perk up. She didn't know if she liked it or not. She assumed she did because when he would leave she would feel empty. Sometimes she felt like he was toying with her, he wouldn't interact with her for a couple of weeks but he always came back to her. It was only ever when he wanted to, she never had a choice; it was pissing her off.

The girl had seen him peeking through the window, he had expected her to come out of the room. She yelled at him and told him to leave. He didn't listen which pissed her off even more. “Leave! Leave me alone! You're such a freak!” The girl said, he didn't even flinch. At this point she just wanted to be petty, so she got her flimsy thin mattress and put it against the door preventing him from seeing her. “Fuck you!” she said and sat on the cold floor.

Tim let out a chuckle, he had forgotten that she was nine years younger than him. Slender had told him that she was nineteen years old, he forgets how young she is. Most of the time the girl was very calm and collected, he wondered what got under her skin. He hit the door to startle her, but no reaction. He hit it once again and nothing. “You heard her, she wants to be left alone.” spoke another masked man. Tim looked at him and hit the door again. “Leave me alone!” She exaggerated the e and knocked on the door. They both left the girls' door and made their way to the living room. They sat on the living room couch together. “Such a sweet girl, what does she want from you?” The guy spoke, he wore a mask with a permanent frown. “I'm just fucking with her nothing too serious.” Tim replied. They heard footsteps, the girl they were just talking about passed them and went to the kitchen. Tim stood up and grabbed her arm. “I keep leaving because of your condition. If I spend too much time with you, I start getting those symptoms you told me about.” The girl looked surprised that this was the first time he had ever spoken a word to her. “Take your mask off.” She asked and waited for a response. He was still gripping her arm. She forcefully took her arm back and started walking out. The girl felt a hand on her again “Get your hands off me you freak!” She demanded and he clenched her hand. “If you don't want to get the symptoms then just leave me alone. Why even bother? You don't even try to talk with me, you just leave and stare at me when you come back, and I'm honestly over it.” She said she didn't even wait for a response. She successfully freed herself from his grip once again and went back to her room. “I think she likes you.” Brian spoke and Tim flipped him off. He looked through the kitchen's junk drawer for a pen and paper.

“My name is Tim Wright, and I like you. I Like the way you adorn your hair. I like that cute little mole on your face. I like how in every mission you bring the roots of a flower and plant them in front of the house expecting them to bloom the next day. I like how you like to talk a lot. I like the way you sleep. I like how patient you can be. I like the way you eat. I like the way your boobs feel. I like how round your ass is. I like it when you touch me. I like how soft your hands are. I like how you manage to smell so good despite our living situation. I like it when you smile. I like how possessive you get. I like it when you try to kiss me through the window. I like the color of your eyes. I like the color of your hair. I like how soft your skin is. I like how you silently talk to yourself. I like how you play with your hair when you speak to me. I like how you bruise your lips to get a tint. I can't promise you the best of times, but I can certainly make the most of this place. I can plant the flowers with you, I can bruise your lips for you. I can be with you. ♡ ”

The dark-haired guy folded the paper twice and got some snacks from the kitchen. The girl didn't even get the chance to get what she was coming for because she was interrupted by Tim. He made his way to her door and slid the paper through the crevice and knocked on the metal door.

“I said leave me alone!” The girl hadn't even noticed the paper on the floor, she crawled her way to the paper, opened it, and began to read. She felt touched, although she shouldn't have. He didn't even have the decency to apologize. The girl got up and opened the door. Before she could do anything he had given her a bag of off-brand chips, and some water. She took the snacks and smiled. “You like me?” He didn't say anything and lifted his mask just above his nose, exposing his lips. He leaned in and kissed her. She felt cold and almost tasted sweet, and he felt warm and his lips tasted salty. The kiss wasn't long but she wished it was.

The girl cherished her time with Tim. She tried to not spend all of her time with him, not wanting to accidentally kill him. She followed him everywhere he went, sometimes without his knowledge. Even though he was hers, the girl just couldn't get enough of him.

The girl currently sat outside, admiring Tim from afar. It was a daily thing for both of them. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her, if she was going, to be honest, she never interacted with anyone ever since she got here, not a word to anyone except for Tim. “He has trained you very well.” he and laughed “You’re like a fucking dog.” he continued “Not only that but you're useless, you take triple the time than any of us do. You're basically like an object, only used when needed.” he was looking for a reaction. “Tim doesn't like you, he only messes with naive girls. He's done that to every other girl in the house.” He said. “Fuck off” The girl finally replied. “Fuck you bitch” He said and grabbed her hair. “You don't even have the decency to look at someone when they speak to you.” The girl struggles under his grip. She then realized how weak she truly was, her abilities took a few days to take effect. The girl never did anything physical or laborious. She truly was pathetic, you'd think being in a house full of people with specialized skills in killing it would rub onto her, but no. So she did what she knew best, she began to yell and scream. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU FREAK!” The girl yelled, suddenly static was heard, and everything stopped. She immediately knew who it was, the faceless man.

She had very little interaction with him. The girl tried her very best to not get into any trouble. The faceless man technically rescued her and tormented her at the same time, she thought it was best to avoid him as much as possible. The man had asked Brian to leave the girl alone. He had also reassured her about her abilities. The girl had to be reminded that she was useful to him because of her ability to leave the corpse up to the investigator's imagination. Imagine being a detective and seeing that the crime scene is just a load of crystals. No evidence of the actual body.

Then suddenly the static stopped, releasing both Brian and her from the faceless man's trance. Brian threw her head forward and left. The girl rolled around and layed on the floor. She smelled the air. It smelled of cigarette smoke. Tim made himself visible to her, he didn't say anything though he just stared. She got up “Thanks for defending me.” The girl said. He took a hit from his cigarette and blew the smoke to her as a response. She rolled her eyes and took his cigarette from his fingers. He had expected her to take a hit, but instead, she put the cigarette out on the palm of his hand. He didn't expect that from her, she wasn't much of a violent person. She did that to get a sort of reaction, but he did not comply with her wishes. He instead lit another cigarette and continued to look at her. She once again took it from him, this time though she actually took a hit and blew the smoke toward his face, just like he did to her. The girl heard him laugh, she couldn't stay mad at him forever. She gave him his cigarette back and examined the palm that she had burned. She felt oddly satisfied, she kissed his scar and then his unmasked cheek.

He had noticed that she had picked up on some of his behaviors, she hardly ever says she is sorry, and she had become a tad bit more aggressive, not only that but she was very possessive. Tim wouldn't consider himself a jealous person but every time she got sent out for a mission he got jealous. She was very attractive and he knew that the person she was sent out to target was always a man. The thought of her being with another man made him a bit jealous, but nothing too extreme though. He didn't know if her possessiveness was a good thing or a bad thing. He was eventually going to break up with her. The girl was cute, she reminded him of a puppy. He knew that eventually he would get bored of her, and would end up like the rest, heartbroken and alone.

It was that time again when Tim would leave her for a long time. The girl would usually stay in her room, but today was different. She had bought a notebook and two other books. They were nature's handbooks, she always loved the outdoors perhaps a bit too much, her being out in the open too much got her into that vile facility in the first place. When Tim wasn't home she would go out on walks, taking a look at all the plants, and studying them. The girl would sketch the plant and write about its health benefits, Rosemary; can boost a person's immune system, and dandelions: helps with numerous issues from a person losing weight to preventing cancer, she thought it was absurd that people considered them to be weeds.

She would stay in her room and read about the plants in her books over and over again. She had even started pressing flowers, the flowers were kept in her notebook. The flower she specifically liked was a red rose Tim had brought her. She would avoid looking at it as much as she could, so whenever she was sad the girl would take a look at it and her mood would immediately brighten. In a way, it was like a treat. Another reason she treasured it so much was because it came from Tim, he wasn't affectionate, he was just there. They hadn't done anything sexual in any kind of way, sure he would touch her and kiss her. She had concluded that touching her was all he needed. Though she had heard that he would fuck every time he went out on a mission, but maybe Tim has stopped these actions, considering the girls' feelings.

The others in the house also wouldn't let her forget that before he had her, he would bring in girls, but they would not live to see another day, and that made her feel special. When Tim would go out on missions the girl would put a pressed dried flower in one of his pockets for him to find. What seemed like a sweet gesture to him had a sinister side, in her mind that was another way of telling him that he was hers.

Cries were heard from the girls' room, he had finally moved on to the next girl: The girl had been waiting for Tim's arrival. She looked out the window and saw a familiar figure, but he was not alone; he was with another person, a girl. His hand sat comfortably on her hip. He looked at her window, and walked into the house, before they walked in he made sure that she saw him grope her ass. The girl's eyes widened, she didn't know how to react. So she cried. But her cries were challenged by moans. She couldn't take this level of disrespect, Tim didn't even have the balls to break up with her. The girl started making her way to the house's front door, and she heard a familiar laugh. The door closed, and blocking her way out was Brian. “Just so you know I enjoy seeing you like this.” He stated the man was uncomfortably close to her, she could feel his breath on her forehead. “Can you please move?” Her voice was weak, he laughed, the girl took this as an opportunity to push him out of the way.

Once again her idea had failed her. The girl was now being chased by Brian. She felt tears coming down her cheeks, her chest was burning. He had finally caught up to her, the man threw her on the floor and got on top of her, and the girl struggled under him. “You bitch, Im going to fucking kill you!” He yelled at her, and she silently cried. “You are so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you.” with one punch he knocked her out.

I was alone. Though my mind was awake, my body wasn't. Maybe this time death will finally come to take me. I got the courage to open my eyes, I was surrounded by trees, leaves, and nothing more. Not a sign of the house. I felt a pain on my cheek, and then everything came back to me. Tim was the reason I was out here. He brought a girl home, and technically “broke up” with me. Then Brian threw a big fuss over me pushing him out of my way, making me end up here in the middle of nowhere. Though a part of me wanted to die, another part of me wanted to go back to Tim. I wanted to rip him open and hang his rib cage like meat. That part of me was more sinister and immoral and at the current moment was winning. Me disappearing would just make him win, I cannot let that happen. So I got up and started walking, I didn't know where I was, or how to get “home”, it's better to try than to do nothing. When I would get bored of walking I would skip, and when I would get bored of skipping I would entertain myself with my feet. Which foot takes a step first? My left foot or my right? And when I get bored of analyzing my walking, I would question my hands. I remember when I would paint my nails baby pink, the nail polish wouldn't last long due to me biting my nails. I examined the scar on my left hand caused by my ten-year-old self climbing a tree. Then I was interrupted by a piece of paper, for a moment I thought I was being tormented by the faceless man but I was wrong. It seemed to be some kind of recipe or some sort of spell.

“ If the person you love does not feel the same, all they need is a little convincing. Rosemary is sure to bring them back, lavender for affection, a rose for love, two red candles one representing you and the other them, a string to bind the two of you together, blood from the spell maker, and hair from the lover.”

The paper showed an illustration of two candles bound by string, the lavender, rosemary, and roses surrounding the two candles. There was a tiny bottle of fluid on the right of the candles which I assumed was the blood and a piece of hair on the left side of the candles. I mostly had all the ingredients, I just needed a piece of his hair. Was I really going to do this? I had to, I had to make him mine. I had to make him pay. I kept walking and coincidentally found the house. I am constantly being blessed at the worst times.

Once she got to the house, she saw a familiar face, the same girl from earlier. She sat comfortably on the dirty couch with a plain dirty white T-shirt on with no pants not leaving much for the imagination. Her hair was messy but it was oddly beautiful. The girls made eye contact, she was beautiful, her eyes were freakishly big, her lips were doll-like, and her skin was like porcelain. For a moment the girl saw the appeal, she was gorgeous, but then she came to the realization she had been the girl who was fucking Tim. The pale girl smiled at her, this bitch was completely clueless. Perhaps she will have the honor of being her first kill. The girl returned her smile and went to her room. She looked over the note again and gathered all the ingredients together. The dried rose that Tim had gifted her, and a piece of his hair: which she had collected when she would play with his hair. She will get the rest from her “garden” which was just plants that she collected from her missions. All she needed was the two red candles and the string.

Tim woke up to an all-familiar smell, the red liquid that smelled of metal or a handful of old coins. The man opened his room door and was met with a body, the same body that he had been in who knows how many times. The slashes on the girl were sloppy, there were multiple tiny cuts on her torso, he concluded that the cut on her neck made the killer victorious. He followed the trail of blood and it led to the metal room that would be occupied by the girl he had been “dating.” He once again found himself staring at her through the little window at her door, he was never scared of her, even the times she tried to be intimidating. He found her attempts to be comical and amusing. This time she had managed to give him goosebumps. He had seen it all over and over again. Nothing surprised him, but not much could have prepared him for what he was seeing. She was performing some sort of ritual, she looked so focused on what she was doing that she hadn't even noticed Tim at the window. The girl looked intimidating. She finally looked up and met his eyes. They were full of hurt and determination. He stepped back once he saw her cut the palm of her hand, she used the blood to coat the two red candles in front of her. She was still looking at him, it was unnerving and creepy. Tim made the decision to leave and let her be.

I let the blood from my fresh wound drip onto the candle, it burned so bad, but I will do anything to bring him back to me. I saw the candle that was supposed to represent me lean towards the other candle that represented Tim. Then suddenly it stopped. I smiled as the candle that represented Tim leaned in towards the wick that represented me. I watched the two candlesticks melt as one. As I watched the flame die down I questioned myself and asked if this was even going to work. What if this “spell” was a prank? Some joke? Then I realized just how much I have changed. I killed an innocent person with my hands. How can I let myself become this? But I am so obsessed with him, he consumes all of my thoughts. It's only fair that he thinks the same of me. I felt a tear run down my cheek, I miss my old self. Maybe I shouldn't have paid attention to him. What would I have become? I wiped the tear and I noticed that the flame finally went out, all that was left was the melted wax.

Days passed and the girl stayed in her room partially because of embarrassment. Maybe the spell was a joke, she would find melted wax by her door as a reminder of her failure by the others. So the girl passed the shame by herself in her room. Tim had heard about her failed attempt at a love spell, he found it amusing. That was until he actually started feeling something. Many sleepless nights just thinking about her and only her. When he was out on missions he would see her in every girl he came across. He couldn't even enjoy food due to the lack of hunger. He had all the “love” symptoms that mothers would talk about to their children. It seemed like the more he resisted the stronger his feelings grew.

The girl was resting on her back looking up at the metal ceiling, there was nothing else that could be done. The door to her room had been opened, she looked over and smiled. The girl made her way over to him, and carefully cupped his cheeks, taking the opportunity to fully take off his mask. He looked tired, his skin was paler than usual, and his face had also slimmed down. She leaned in and breathed him in, his smell comforted her and melted all the embarrassment away. She motioned him to sit on the cold floor, so he did. She sat on his legs facing and hugging him. Tim thought her actions were weird, but all she wanted was to feel him close. “I can't get you out of my head, you've taken over my mind completely.” Tim said and made her look at him, she looked at him with pure euphoria and satisfaction. This irritated him. How was this even possible? This week the girl had managed to make him taste defeat. She responded with a trail of kisses beginning at his neck and ending at his lips. She finally had him, call it evens.

#tim wright #marble hornets #masky x y/n #masky x reader #no use of y/n #brian thomas #creepypasta #possesiveness #masky x you #tim wright x you #fem reader #tim wright x reader

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jester-lover · 1 year

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Requests are now open for creepypasta/slenderverse characters!!!

Know that I don’t know every creepypasta or slenderverse character! I’ve only seen marble hornets and Everyman hybrid, and I’ll write for them, and I’ll respond to most creepypasta characters, don’t be afraid to ask! Please read my rules on my pinned!

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cyberghouleo · 11 months

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“You know that I'll be your Paparazzi”

Brian Thomas x Bimbo! Reader

Brian comes home to his girlfriend sleeping in only his shirt and panties. He lets her know he's back from a mission in the nontraditional way.

cw : bimbo! fem reader, somo, fingering, recording, mask kink, brief cunnilingus, soft dom, finger sucking,

wc : 2.8k

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a / n : I'm back!! Also a day late but happy hornetversary!

This hadn't gone the way he expected.

Brian had accidentally turned from a stalker who would watch you from afar and through your window as you changed, to now being your boyfriend who started living with you. He had never planned on actually dating you, instead just watching you from afar and sometimes stealing your panties to jerk off with. He had become infatuated in a whole new way when he saw you walk around in mostly all pink and short skirts. There weren’t many women with your style back in Alabama, so he was blown away when he saw you. But one night he got pretty damaged from a mission and needed somewhere close to patch himself up and stop the bleeding, and your house was the closest option. Breaking in wasn’t a challenge since he knew the place like the back of his hand already and you always seemed to forget to lock your doors at night. The only surprise was when you walked out of your room in only a sleep shirt and pink panties in the middle of the night to see him going through your first aid kit. The both of you stood there frozen as he dreaded he was now going to have to kill you before you started screaming and alerting the neighbors. Instead, you only asked if he wanted any food and needed help with his bleeding. He was reluctant at first, thinking it was a trap but eventually gave in when he realized you were just that naive to a random man breaking into your house bleeding everywhere.

After that, he became a nightly visitor as you welcomed him in. It started off as only coming over to clean up after missions since you had expensive and better smelling shampoo than he was used to. Then it turned into you inviting him over so you would feel safe in the house whenever the storms were bad. And ended up being you two dating after a few weeks of getting to know each other and flirting. Brian felt as if he was dreaming, not only did he get to date someone he saw as his dream girl, but he also got to live together with you in a real home, something he hadn’t been able to experience for a while. Whenever you asked about the blood on his clothes or what his job was, he lied about being a hunter and you believed it. He was almost shocked at how naive you were to believe his lies, but it made your relationship easier. You didn’t question him or ask him much about his job, so he felt as if he could be honest with you and you would never suspect him of doing anything bad to you. Dating as a known killer was hard, and you made it ten times easier.

This was the first chance in almost 2 weeks that Brian would be able to visit you, his most recent mission was a bitch and drawn out for no reason. Twisting open the unlocked door, Brian saw that all the lights were off, which was odd since you normally tried staying up for him whenever he was returning. The stove read that it was almost 3 am, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you were already asleep. He locked the door behind himself before going towards your bedroom to find out if you were awake or not.

Your bedroom door was half cracked, open enough for him to confirm you were sleeping and sprawled out on the bed. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts that was bunched up to show your stomach but low enough that it covered your tits. Your ass wasn’t covered by the sheets, showing off the pink bedazzled thong he bought as a gift after a week long mission. You had mentioned you thought it was cute randomly and he loved spoiling you, remembering what gifts you had wanted and buying them for you later. He slipped past the door quietly, standing on the side of your bed watching as your chest rhythmically rose and fell with each breath. The side of your face was pressed into the pillow, your facial expression soft as you slept. Brian smiled softly, his gloved hand moving a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. You didn’t stir under his touch, you must have been in a deep sleep. He slid his mask up past his nose, pressing a quick kiss on your head before climbing in bed behind you.

His arm wrapped around your waist and your body instantly formed around his, the curve of your ass pressing up against his dick. It had been 2 weeks since he had last been able to fuck you, and he was really sexually frustrated from having to wait so long to see you again. His hand slowly traveled down from your waist to your hips, rubbing small circles into your hip bone. Once he noticed you had no reaction to this, his hand started to dip underneath your legs, pushing your thong to the side slowly to not wake you.

His middle finger traced up and down your slit as you pushed yourself further into him, your breathing starting to quicken. He didn’t even have to start fingering you for you to already get turned on unconsciously. Before he went any further, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He only kept a phone on him just to text you, finding it cute how often you would send him updates on your days when he wasn’t home. He doesn’t know how long his next mission will be, so he needed to film you getting fucked to help him out for the next time he would go weeks without you. He quickly hit record, the flash illuminating the room and your wet pussy. After he started tracing up and down again a few times, he slowly started to plunge a finger into you, stopping every few seconds to see if you had woken up yet. He was able to get his full middle finger in without you waking up as he felt your slick walls start to pulse against his finger. He pumped in and out slowly, watching as your brows furrowed and small moans started to escape your lips. He stopped for a second to start slipping his second finger in, when your body started trying to buck against his fingers. You were asleep and still such a slut to get fingerfucked by him, something that made his already hard dick painfully strain against his pants. His second finger slipped in easily as your pussy was already starting to leak your juices.

Your pussy made gushing noises as he started to quicken up his pace and pulled your shirt up, your tits exposed as the cold air caused your nipples to harden. You looked so fucking hot this way, and it only made Brian hornier to know that you were all his. He angled the camera towards your tits as he dipped his head in between your thighs. He flattened out his tongue before licking from his fingers that were still fingerfucking you up to your clit. Your body reacted by arching your back, your hips trying to get closer to his mouth as you whined out. He repeated this another time, watching your reactions from under his mask. A wide grin spread across his face as he watched how helpless and desperate you were, horny enough to have your body react to his fingers and tongue without even being awake. He started sucking on your clit, watching as your fingers started to grip the bed sheets and your thighs started to tighten around his head.

He felt your walls start to tighten against his fingers, encouraging him to move his tongue faster and in small circles. You were moaning so pathetically, mewling out as you stayed asleep. Your hips stuttered for a few seconds before your hole nearly swallowed his fingers, your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. He continued pumping in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm, making sure you were still in frame for the camera.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered to no one as your body was coming down for the high, kissing the inside of your thigh as he waited and watched your face react.

Your orgasm must have woken you up as you started to stir in the bed more. “Brian…” You groaned out as your hand covered your eyes to block out the bright light from his camera. “You’re home…”

“Mhmmm,” He responded, spreading out your pussy with two fingers to show to the camera. Your cum leaked out and covered his fingers, making a stringy mess on his glove when he pulled his fingers away.

“I missed you.” You stated as he groped one of your tits, spreading your cum on you as he rolled your nipple in between his fingertips. Sleep was still laced in your voice as he thought it was adorable how tired you were, and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet.

“I missed you too baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. You sighed into the kiss and your hands reached out to grip onto his hair, but only found the cloth of his mask. He pulled back before you could take the mask off, you wanted to see his full face so badly right now but your view was restricted to only seeing his smile.

“Turn the light off,” You slurred out, your hands going back over to cover your eyes. “It’s too bright.”

“It won’t be much longer, okay?” He reassured while tugging down his pants far enough to get his dick out, making sure your naked body stayed within the camera frame.

You only mumbled out a sleepy ‘m’kay’ while he pulled your panties off fully. He made sure to get one last full shot of your pussy on his camera before he started to push his dick inside you. You gasped at the sensation, something that made his cock twitch in response. You were so wet and ready for him, he had to resist every urge to quickly shove his dick in fully. No matter how sexually frustrated he was, you were too tired and he didn’t want to hurt you. He had all week to fuck you hard and leave you sobbing, tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

Once he bottomed out inside you, he made sure to capture him thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy tightened around him as he pulled out before slamming back in. You were still dazed from waking up so horny that you weren’t exactly sure what was happening right now. You moaned out loudly, your hand reached out to grip anything as your body started to warm up and your mind started to go fuzzy. His hand found yours, holding your hand as he pressed you further into the mattress, letting out deep groans as he kept up his pace. He leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth while maintaining eye contact.

You didn’t expect to see him tonight so all the emotions of finally seeing him again and being woken up by cumming around his fingers were too much for you. The flash from the camera didn’t help either, making you feel like such a whore for putting on a show and being spread out on video only for his eyes later. It didn’t take long for you to cum again, digging your nails into his hand and arching your back off the bed as you moaned out. He didn’t slow down or remove his mouth as you clenched down tightly around him, forcing a guttural moan from deep within his throat. As your body was calming down and your pussy started twitching against his dick, he removed his mouth from your tit with a sloppy pop sound. His free hand removed itself from your hand, instead resting on your hip as he stared down at you. You gave a weak smile as your mind was still staticky from cumming twice in a row, and he returned a toothy smile back to you. You were so happy to finally see him again after going so long without him, that you didn’t notice he hadn’t cum yet. You were about to ask him a question when he pulled back and slammed into you. Your breath was cut off as you moaned out, it felt as if your nerves were on fire. You were too sensitive to go again.

“Ah-hh it’s too much Brian,” You pleaded as you tried to push his chest away but were too weak to make any real progress. “Too…much.” Your sentences were starting to get choppy as you were getting overstimulated.

He spoke through gritted teeth as he tried to prolong cumming as much as he could, “You can take it though, can’t you baby? You want to make me happy, right?” You only moaned out in response, tears filling your eyes and spilling out down your face.

He made sure to film your face and tits in one shot, watching as you tried your best to keep up with the stimulation and how cute you looked crying because of his cock. Your moans were now quick and short as his free hand found its way up to your throat. He didn’t squeeze down, just resting his hand there to keep you in place as his thrusts started to become sloppy and he felt himself start to tighten up. Your mouth was wide open and your spit was starting to drool out, the perfect opportunity for him to stick his fingers inside. He slipped his pointer and middle finger inside your mouth, making you taste the leftover cum that lingered on his gloves. You moaned and gagged around his fingers, struggling to keep up as he started to pump them in and out slowly. He loved watching the spit string from your lips to his fingers as he pulled out before shoving them back in, feeling your mouth constrict as you gagged around him.

“I missed fucking this pussy fo-” He stopped mid-sentence as he tried to control his breathing, he wanted to drag this out for as long as he could. “For so long.” You only moaned around his fingers, clearly exhausted as your eyes struggled to stay open again. You could hardly stay awake again, but you were trying so hard. Trying so hard to be a good slut for him.

You knew he was starting to get close once his thrusts went from hard and deep to quick and short, feeling him use your body as his own sex toy. He had one last deep thrust before his hot cum shot inside you, painting your walls as he let out a slutty moan. The combination of his last thrust and the feeling of his cum spilling out of you caused you to reach your third orgasm for the night. Your moans were muted as he kept his fingers in your mouth, your mind was completely mush at this point from all the cumming. He hovered over your body for a minute, catching his breath as his chest rose up and down quickly and his heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest. After not seeing you for so long, he was winded more than he was used to. Normally he could control his stamina and you were the one who struggled to keep up.

Once he had caught his breath, he removed his fingers from your mouth and took off his mask. This had been the first time you fully saw his face all night, and he swore he saw your eyes light up once you made eye contact with him. It was so cute to see how eager you were to see him, even after coming back from murdering and doing horrendous things to others. You didn’t care or know any better, you just wanted to see him. He ended the recording, slipping the phone on his side of the bed as he began to strip down to get ready to sleep for the night.

After stripping down to only his boxers, he slid in bed next to you. You instantly clung to his side, resting your head on his chest as he rubbed small circles into your head.

You let out a whine of content before speaking. “Im… so happy, y-you’re home.” You mumbled the last part, face pressed up against his chest as your body started to give into the exhaustion.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I am too, baby.” He said as he grabbed his phone to start rewatching the video.

#marble hornets #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas #hoody marble hornets #hoodie x reader #hoodie marble hornets #bimbo reader #x reader #mh hoody #creepypasta x reader #had to write for a bimbo bc im a bimbo lmfao #who takes a 3 year break to randomly post?? def not me!!#smut #also ik he aint a creeppasta its just for tag reasons lol

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creepzkilla · 10 months

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[BRIAN THOMAS, TOBY ROGERS, TIMOTHY WRIGHT x FEM! READER]

chapter warning. gore, death, mutilation, maggots, talk of killing an animal, gutting an animal.

wc. 7860

authors note. this fic gonna be long asf so buckle up. sorry its lowkey boring up yk its building suspense. any questions about the fic or concerns please submit an ask!

important, read. even though this is implied to be a female reader that has she/her pronouns, I suggest downloading this extension for Microsoft edge to replace [Y/N] as your name and to replace she/her with your preferred pronouns to make you feel more comfortable if you do not identify as a female.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄

meaning. a mushroom that grows over decaying bodies

As the sun rose above the eastern horizon, casting its golden hues across the land, a lone car ventured forth on the winding roads leading to Grove, Oklahoma. The engine purred softly, its rhythmic hum blending harmoniously with the melody of nature. With the sounds of soft rock and country preoccupying the silence that the car held in its void. The silence was filled with the songs of Linda Ronstadt, and Deana Carter; two maestros of musical storytelling, graced the airwaves, serenading the passenger with a poignant repertoire of cherished memories. The tunes resounded with the recollections of sun-drenched summers spent in the Western fields, where her mother's berry farm unfurled its emerald charm.

[Y/N]’s mind wandered back to the days when the weathered white barn stood as a sentinel, and the family's nearly antique truck nestled alongside, an endearing relic from bygone eras. Each note carried her back to the sight of verdant paint curling and surrendering to the passage of time, revealing glimpses of raw metal beneath. She vividly recalled the delicate act of running her nails over the lifted layers of paint, peeling them away one by one, as if uncovering the hidden stories embedded within the truck's weathered facade.

In nothing but her nightgown, [Y/N] ventured out, her bare feet delicately dangling just beyond the worn-out Ford logo adorning the truck bed. Wandering through the fields, she traversed the rough terrain, her feet bearing the brunt of her barefoot journey. The berry saplings, a recurring sight in spring and summer, had now blossomed, displaying their succulent fruits as late summer approached. Yet before their transformation, the bushes stood tall, their leaves pointed and vigorous. Her path, confined to the Western fields, beckoned her toward the barn. Basking in abundant sunlight, the western expanse fostered accelerated growth, causing the saplings there to sprout thorns at a rapid pace. As a consequence, the girl’s feet endured the accumulation of mud and crusty blood, an undeniable testament to her traversing the formidable fields.

With dirtied feet and a stained nightgown, she embarked on her ritual every morning, just before the sun's radiant glow graced the sky. Ascending the antique truck, she found her perch, eagerly awaiting the mesmerizing spectacle of the sun's rays stretching across the vast expanse of land. Yet, amidst this ethereal beauty, her heart danced with anticipation for a different kind of awakening.

As the first glimmers of light began to peek over the horizon, a familiar melody filled the airwaves, heralding the start of a brand new day. Soft country tunes, like those sung by Tanya Tucker and The Judds, tenderly embraced her senses. However, her ears strained for one particular tune, a treasure she yearned for each morning at 8 AM.

And then it happened—John Denver's timeless classic, "Take Me Home, Country Roads," resounded through the airwaves, soothing her soul with its heartfelt lyrics. Sitting atop her vantage point, she became a symphony of joy, her voice bursting forth despite its imperfections. With every note, she poured her heart into the song, her little lungs valiantly attempting to reach every high and low.

Though [Y/N]’s singing may have lacked finesse, it mattered not, for her spirit soared with unbridled enthusiasm. Without pausing for breath, she sang the entire composition, as if on a sacred mission to carry its melody across the rolling hills and valleys. In those precious moments, the world was her stage, and she, the star of her own enchanting performance.

Queens ensemble of trumpets and brass instruments harmoniously faded into a gentle hum, merging with the engine's subtle vibrations. With every turn of the wheel, a captivating journey unfolded, transporting her to an enchanting realm where time lost its urgency, and the world transformed into a vibrant symphony of colors.

[Y/N]’s grip on the steering wheel remained relaxed, a testament to her confidence in navigating the road ahead. However, the weight of exhaustion was evident beneath her eyes, concealed by bags that hung like heavy burdens. Her gaze alternated between the winding road and the small, blaring red text of the clock on her car monitor: 7:59 A.M.

Anxiously, her fingers drummed against the supple leather steering wheel, mirroring the racing beat of her heart. Her eyes darted back and forth, desperately seeking confirmation of the fleeting minutes. As the hum of the engine threatened to engulf her senses, its dominance was suddenly overpowered by the opening notes of John Denver's "Take Me Home, Country Roads."

In that moment, her attention was captivated by the red letters once more, and they revealed the time: 8:00 A.M. A gentle hum escaped her lips, akin to a sigh of relief, as she muttered along with the song's lyrics, embracing them with unwavering devotion. Without pausing to catch her breath, she sang along, infusing her voice with the song's nostalgic melodies.

The road stretched out like an asphalt ribbon, carving its way through sprawling meadows and rolling hills. Fields of emerald green extended as far as the eye could see, adorned with delicate wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze. The air, crisp and invigorating, carried with it the scent of earth and the promise of new beginnings.

As the car glided forward, the scenery unfolded like pages in a vivid tapestry.Towering trees lined the roadside, their branches stretching toward the heavens like ancient sentinels. Leaves shimmered with a kaleidoscope of autumnal shades, painting the landscape with fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows. The trees seemed to whisper secrets to one another, their rustling leaves creating a symphony of nature's own design.

The road wound its way up and down gentle slopes, revealing panoramic vistas that stole the breath away. Mountain ranges stood majestically in the distance, their peaks kissed by the wisps of ethereal clouds. They stood as guardians of the landscape, their stony faces etched with the stories of ages gone by. But nothing could compare to Grand Lake.

The bridge, spanning what felt like endless miles, gracefully arched over the water, its reflection shimmering in the gentle waves. As if in a dance, a multitude of boats navigated the water's expanse, trailing wakes that glistened in the crystalline depths, mirroring the celestial azure above and the passing cars on the bridge. The radiant spectacle transformed the water into an irrefutably luminous spectacle. It seemed as though liquid silver veins intricately intertwined with the land, carrying the harmonious melodies of life and the captivating tales of the creatures that resided within its mysterious depths. Geese gracefully etched invisible patterns against the vast canvas of the heavens, casting a mesmerizing spell on the onlookers below.

The scratching of gears wound up, blending into the symphony of sound, as the window glass slowly rolled down. The mechanical protest produced a terrible screeching sound, reminiscent of an animal's anguished cry, piercing the air and capturing her attention. Her eyes widened, captivated by the scene that unfolded before her.

Inhaling deeply, she savored the dewy summer air that gracefully entered her lungs, infusing her with an ardent fervor. Each breath became an embrace of life itself. The atmosphere, cool and revitalizing, carried a tangible energy, blending the essence of earth with the promise of new beginnings. The aroma of raindrops and freshly cut grass intermingled, filling her senses with a harmonious fragrance that evoked a sense of contentment. As she exhaled, a sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips, releasing any lingering tension—contentment.

The car engine purred in agreement at the sight of landscape, the tranquility of and complete beauty was simply enchanting.

In a graceful display of poise and determination, she effortlessly steered the sleek vehicle away from the confines of the bustling main road, opting instead for a captivating detour onto a secluded single-lane path. As the tires glided over the uneven terrain, the verdant canopy of lush green forests enveloped the winding road.

Along this path, a humble dirt road emerged, veering away from the well-trodden route. Its weathered surface, pockmarked and rough, dictated a slower pace, Each jolt and tremor sent ripples of anticipation coursing through her veins, heightening her senses as she pressed on with unwavering resolve.

Gradually, the path unveiled a breathtaking vista, an opening that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of a storybook. A small pond, its crystalline waters shimmering under the gentle caress of the sunlight, beckoned with an irresistible allure. Nestled harmoniously by its side, a resplendent cabin emerged, a captivating testament to rustic beauty.

The cabin, although once a haven of tranquility, now appeared as a relic of forgotten memories, as if time itself had woven a shroud of neglect around its weathered exterior. Weeds triumphantly sprawled across the surroundings, their emerald tendrils dancing in the wind, while determined vines conquered the cabin's weathered facade, gracefully ascending its walls in a seemingly eternal embrace with nature itself.

In this serene tableau, the intrepid traveler found herself drawn to the essence of this forgotten refuge. Its dilapidated state only served to enhance the mystique, inviting her to uncover the tales that lay dormant within its timeworn walls. She sensed that beneath the encroaching foliage and the fading echoes of life, whispers of untold stories and echoes of forgotten laughter still resonated within, yearning for someone to listen, to breathe new life into their cherished existence.

As the shadows danced amidst the rustling leaves, she stepped out of her vehicle, her footsteps cautious yet filled with reverence as the gravel beneath her crunched. The air seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, as if the surroundings acknowledged her arrival, recognizing the significance of this encounter.

As her boots pressed against the gravel roadway, their crunch merged seamlessly with the harmonious of natural sounds that enveloped the picturesque surroundings. Advancing towards the cabin, each step resonated through the ancient floorboards of the front porch, releasing a melancholic creak as if the timeworn planks were exhaling with a subtle sigh. Weathered by countless footsteps, the wooden planks bore the indelible marks of their enduring journey, their once vibrant hue now transformed into a rich, dark oak shade. Inhaling deeply, she absorbed the essence of the place, her hand gravitating toward the doorknob of the screen door. For a fleeting moment, her gaze caught the old rocking chair, swaying gently in response to the playful caress of the breeze that meandered through the air. Finally, [Y/N]’s turned the the doorknob as the screen door creaked open—exhaling.

She inhaled, the sharp fragrance of pine and bleach wove its way into her senses, its pungency tugging at her nostrils. Their potent combination was not without consequence, for it provoked a reaction within her, eliciting a gentle scrunching of her nose.

The house exuded an eerie aura of both familiarity and enigma. She found herself standing in an expansive, open area cabin, devoid of hallways, which seemed to beckon her further inside. With each step, the immaculate cleanliness of the interior revealed itself, creating an almost surreal ambiance.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the second floor, with its single set of stairs ascending like a mysterious gateway to another realm. On the ground floor, to her right, lay a quaint and compact kitchen, an intimate space that appeared to have witnessed the preparation of countless meals and conversations with its worn down appliances.

To her left, the living room stretched before her like a tapestry of memories. A comfortable couch adorned the space, an inviting haven where the occupants must have spent many hours engrossed in captivating tales or deep contemplation. In front of the couch, the heart of the room resided—a grand fireplace. Its flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls, seemingly whispering forgotten secrets.

Perched atop the fireplace, an old flat screen TV served as a window to the past, where characters from era that might have come alive came alive, momentarily escaping their scripted confines. The juxtaposition of the antiquated screen and the modernity it once represented painted a vivid portrait of the house's intriguing history.

Yet, despite all the intriguing elements that adorned the room, her gaze eventually shifted downward to the very foundation of the space. The wooden floor bore the weight of countless footsteps and stories, its grainy texture inviting her to feel the past as she walked upon it.

In the realm of her consciousness, she possessed an intimate knowledge of the house's history. In the era preceding her own, her beloved grandparents had entrusted its care to a man of enigmatic nature, one by the name of Willard Tucker. The townsfolk, adorned with tales and whispers, had deemed him a peculiar figure, cloaked in the shadows of perceived insanity. Yet, the precise details eluded her, veiled behind a shroud of uncertainty. All that remained were fragments of narratives whispered through the winds of time—stories suggesting that the man, his heart shattered by the loss of his wife, had departed for the fertile lands of West Virginia, seeking solace within the embrace of family ties, all while taking up farming.

She had guessed that Willard was the reason for the foul smell of cleaning products. Cleaning and scrubbing off residue so as to not leave it behind for the next tenant. That being her—a girl from small town Kansas in the depths of the west. However, she secretly cursed Willard for using so much of the cleaning product.

Upstairs and to the left, In the midst of simplicity, her bedroom exuded a quiet charm. Nestled against the wall, a regal queen-sized bed commanded the center stage, flanked by two modest nightstands. On the left, a generous window framed the wall, revealing a glimpse of the wooden sanctuary beyond.

As she gazed through the window's translucent pane, a tingle of anticipation caressed her being. It was as if the wistful tendrils of nature, woven into the fabric of the scene, beckoned her. The sheer simplicity of the room was deceptive, for within its unassuming boundaries. A shiver traced its delicate fingers along her spine, electrifying the air with a gentle chill.

She shook it off as paranoia.

As she ventured into the confines of the bathroom, her delicate fingers gently placed the small pills of respite into the trinity of mirrors ensconced within the cabinet. Ambien, a faithful companion in her torment against insomnia, found solace in this sanctuary. The affliction had haunted her since the early years of her high school debut when a merciless onslaught of ghastly nightmares infiltrated her slumber. Rarely, she could sleep without nightmares, rarely she could sleep at all. Not through a full night at least. In a valiant attempt to retain her grasp on reality, she adorned her abode with vibrant beacons of guidance, neon yellow sticky notes that served as simple reminders.

Before she placed the pills in their place, with meticulous care, she tenderly appraised the contents of each vial, her discerning gaze fixed upon the pills nested within. Twelve, she confirms. Retrieving a vibrant yellow sticky note from her pocket from her linen jacket, her blue pen danced across the note, etching the numbers upon the labels of both bottles with blue ink.

Nestled gently beside the cabin lies a quaint garden, albeit a modest one, marred by a profusion of resilient weeds. Throughout her family’s lineage, they had cultivated a bounteous farm teeming with an abundance of blossoms, nourishing produce, and succulent fruits. This trio, her mother, father, and herself, helmed a "berry utopia"—an expanse of verdant fields, stretching across countless acres, brimming with an assortment of fruit: blueberries, blackberries, vibrant raspberries, strawberries, and cranberries—each variety harvested with unyielding dedication.

As her gaze fell upon the garden, now overrun and wild, a surge of nostalgia washed over her like a familiar melody from a song. The sight evoked memories of her home, where there were fields upon fields of saplings of fresh berries. Determination welled up within her, fueled by a profound sense of connection. With resolute certainty, she understood that this hallowed ground deserved to be restored to its former glory. And then this became her mission.

With a hum, she nestled into the plush embrace into the seat of her car, releasing a wearied sigh that spoke volumes about her exhaustion. The weight of countless sleepless nights seemed to settle beneath her eyes, casting shadowy hues that deepened with each passing moment. Her gaze drifted toward the console, where a vibrant neon yellow sticky note had found a temporary perch upon the sleek gear shift. Delicately scripted upon its surface were two simple yet poignant words: "Call Mom."

A flicker of recollection sparked within her. Reminding her of the promise she had made to her worry-laden mother. A call was expected, an assurance of her safe arrival. Jane, her mother, possessed a peculiar knack for turning fret into an art form, yet in her own idiosyncratic way, her daughter desired nothing more than the act of vanishing without a trace.

In the tender embrace of Jane’s watchful care, her protective nature has forever been her daughters steadfast companion. Jane ardently desired for [Y/N] to remain by her side, nestled within the sanctuary of her love, tending to the bountiful fields of the farm until the end of days. Undoubtedly, affection for her only child knows no bounds, yet an undeniable sense of confinement subtly gnawed at her being.

Since the untimely demise of [Y/N]’s beloved father, a transformative shift enveloped her mother's being. Like a shadow cast by the moon's gentle glow, she became an ever-watchful sentinel, closely monitoring her daughter's every step with unwavering dedication. Her love took on an armor of protection, shielding [Y/N] from the world's perils with an intensity that left her in awe. The mere notion of forging friendships seemed inconceivable, friends were near to few, yet she made it through.

As she embarked on her journey to the store, a fleeting thought of reaching out to her beloved mother danced in her mind, promising to materialize into a heartfelt conversation once she fulfilled her immediate errands. Before delving into the realm of garden essentials, a trusty blue ballpoint pen found its place in her hand, etching a list: a delightful assortment of blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries. A sudden mishap tainted the pristine clarity of the yellow paper, as her thumb inadvertently collided with the wet ink, obfuscating the very last word with an smudge, rendering it a mere blur, without her noticing

The jingle reverberating through the air above the door was no delightful melody, but rather a haunting creak that sent shivers down one's spine. As the door swung shut, it unleashed a piercing screech, its brass hinges groaning under the weight of accumulated rust. In that moment, it seemed as though a flurry of white paint chips had erupted into the air, propelled by the force with which the door had slammed shut. She was consumed by a wave of embarrassment, cast her gaze around, desperately seeking an opportunity to offer a timid apology to the cashier. Regrettably, the name tag affixed to the cashier's uniform bore the name "Ranae Reeds," yet the older woman remained oblivious to the commotion, deeply engrossed in the captivating narrative of her newspaper, so captivated that she spared not even a passing glance.

The quaint little store exuded an ambiance both intimate and grundgy. Its petite dimensions were adorned with luminous streams of yellow light, gently cascading overhead, a mesmerizing sight that lured a vibrant array of insects, their presence immortalized by a delicate layer of expired life at the base of the ceiling fixtures. Amidst this glow, a second source of illumination emerged from the rear of the store, emanating from the flickering glow of the freezers, whose contents contained nothing but dairy products.

Four rows stood in perfect formation, each aisle beckoning with an irresistible allure. Yet, it was the initial 3rd island that caught her attention. Like echoes from her college days, these rows overflowed with an abundance of budget-friendly delights, an ensemble of delectable junk food.

On the 4th and final row, she found what she needed; seeds. She picked up a variety of packets of seeds, holding the small packets between her fingers. Blueberry, Raspberries, and strawberries—She was missing one thing

She nestled her hands into the cozy refuge of her coat pocket, avidly searching for that elusive neon yellow sticky note. Days of inadequate slumber had exacted their toll, leaving her mental acuity adrift in a sea of drowsiness, a constant companion to her weary mind.

The yellow paper must have slipped out somewhere.

As she turned to retrace her steps, her gaze fell upon a figure standing a few feet away. Dressed in a dark hoodie that seemed to swallow his form, he was an enigmatic presence amidst the mundane shopping atmosphere. His face was partially concealed by a dark yellow hood, casting intriguing shadows upon his features.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach him. But something compelled her to step forward, her curiosity overpowering any apprehension she might have felt. With a nervous yet determined smile, she approached the figure.

"’scuse me," she began, her voice tentative but polite with a southern accent slipping through her lips. "I seem to have dropped something, and was wonderin if you happened to see a yellow sticky note?"

He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers through the darkness of the hood. His gaze was intense, as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden behind her words. Without a word, he bent down and picked up the stray yellow sticky note from the floor, holding it out to her.

Relief washed over her as she accepted the note, feeling a strange connection form in that brief exchange. "Thank you lots," she said, her gratitude evident in her voice. "I wouldve been lost without this."

As she looked up to thank him, her eyes widened in surprise. The hood that had previously obscured his face had fallen back, revealing his features in full. His brown hair was unkempt, falling across his forehead in a disheveled manner, matching the roughness of his beard. There was a weariness etched into his face, as if he carried the weight of a world unseen.

His eyes, though tired, possessed an unmistakable glimmer of something deep and complex. They held a mix of vulnerability and strength, as if he had seen things that most could never comprehend. The lines around his eyes spoke of experiences that had left their mark, making him seem older than his years.

He was quite handsome, [Y/N] thought.

A ghost of a smile played upon his lips as he nodded in response to her thanks, acknowledging her gratitude. “Ain't no trouble.," he replied, his voice a low rumble that held a hint of grave and southern twang. "Happy to lend a hand."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, as if both of them were caught in a suspended moment, each waiting for the other to break the spell. It seemed like the man found himself unable to tear his gaze away.

‘Dude, fucking break eye contact, this is getting weird’, She thought as an awkward frown formed on her face.

Her eyes flickered to the red gallon he held in his hand, the word gasoline emblazoned across it. Questions formed in her mind, but she hesitated, deciding against asking him directly. There was an unspoken understanding that some things were better left unsaid.

Instead, she mustered a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, thanks again," she said, her voice warm with sincerity. "It was nice of ya to help me out."

His lips curled into a slightly deeper smile, a tooth gap evident, a hint of something genuine breaking through his stoic demeanor. "No worries," he replied, his voice tinged with a quiet appreciation, before going back to looking at the seeds.

The way his lips curled into a grin, sent shivers down the curve of her spine. Though his smile, expansive and brimming with teeth, held a peculiar detachment within the depths of his eyes, a dissonance that left her unsettled. His lips, etched into a smile, never reached his eyes. Like an emotionless facaque. He had something of a crooked grin, skewed in its authenticity, that just didn't seem right Deep within her core, an unsettling awareness resonated, silently cautioning her about the man before her. Still, an irresistible force tugged at her very being, pulling her closer to his presence.

She glanced down at her yellow sticky note for the last item, only for the blue writing to be smudged.

“Fuck.”

The man couldn’t help but notice the frustration on her face as she stared at the yellow sticky note in her hand. The item she had written on it was smudged, rendering it illegible. He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them in the garden aisle at the back of the store.

"Hey again, uh... , 'scuse me for interrupting but aah couldn't help but notice yer frustration. Do you still need a hand?" The man had asked, his voice gentle and concerned.

Startled by his sudden address, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. She blinked a few times, trying to regain her composure. "Oh, hey. uh... i was just trying to remember what i needed to buy," she stammered, a hint of embarrassment displayed on her face.

He nodded, understanding the struggle of forgetfulness. His gaze fell upon a rack of seed packets nearby. "Well, if yer open to suggestions, there's this type of berry seed that might do the trick. They're strong and grow plenty. Might just be what ya searchin for.”

She hummed, her eyes widening as she turned her attention to the seed packets he indicated. She scanned them, reading the descriptions and imagining the bountiful berries that could grow from them. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Imma give em’ a try," [Y/N] replied, grateful for the suggestion,"Thank you."

He reached out, plucked a seed packet from the rack, and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed briefly, a fleeting connection that sent a shiver down her spine. She accepted the packet, feeling the weight of the possibilities it held.

"Yer welcome," He had said with a genuine smile that still didn't reach his eyes. "Aah sure hope they bring you a fruitful harvest." he laughs.

As she held the seed packet in her hand, she couldn't help but be struck by a sudden curiosity. "Do you gotta a garden?" [Y/N] laughed, “You sure seemed to know lots bout’ plants and whatnot.”

His smile faltered slightly, and he glanced away for a moment. "Well, I used to have one," he replied softly. "But things shifted ‘round, and aah had to leave it behind… but ah’m fixin’ to start a new’un.” He drawled out with a smile.

Understanding flickered in her eyes, and she nodded in sympathy. Sometimes life forces people to leave behind things they hold dear. It reminded her of something, but she just couldnt put her finger on it. Before she could delve further into the subject, his phone buzzed loudly, interrupting their conversation.

He fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. A serious expression settled on his face as he answered the call. His voice was barely audible, and he moved away from her, creating a physical distance between them.

She watched him, a mixture of caution and curiosity mingling within her. His hushed conversation gave away little, leaving her to wonder about the nature of the call.

As the call ended, He turned back to face her, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and urgency. He didn't say a word but mouthed a goodbye, his hand waving gently in farewell. Without another word, he swiftly made his way out of the garden aisle, leaving her standing there, holding the seed packet in her hand.

“I wish i would’ve at least gotten his name.” [Y/N] hummed, rubbing the packet in her hand. She really hopes that the man was right about this seed packet.

She read the packet again, more carefully. The packet read Boysenberry. A cross between a raspberry, blackberry, dewberry, and loganberry. She could make this work. The picture showed something like a blackberry , yet it was enlongated and a deep red, almost black color. The description read that when freshly picked, it tasted like a sweet blueberry with a tangy aftertaste.

[Y/N] grabbed a few more more things: 2 bags of fertilizer, Top Soil, and Green gloves

She sighed, walking towards the front desk, flashing a soft smile towards the cashier, Ranae Reeds, she recalled. The woman’s name tag was worn around the edges, with her name partially faded. Much like the name tag, Ranae was a little worn around the edges. With her gray roots, her deep smile lines told tales of a younger, happier her.

Ranae Reeds delicately placed her magazine, adorned with the captivating headline, "Infamous Serial Killer, Jeffery Woods caught," on the polished surface before her. [Y/N]’s eyes beheld the image of a man whose countenance bore the unmistakable evidence of two hauntingly deep gashes etched into his cheeks, and a profound sensation seized her being. The spectacle unfolded before her like an eerie tableau—an unsettling tableau that seemed to suspend the very breath in her throat. Its sheer grotesqueness sent tremors coursing through her, causing the hairs on the nape of her neck to rise in response.

Ranae cashier merely looked at the younger girl, almost with sympathy.

The cashier took the seed packets with a shaky hand, her golden bracelet jingling as she scanned the packets of seeds with a ding of the scanner, “I ain’t neva seen ya round’ before.” Ranae spoke with assertiveness and confidence, surprisingly, as her stature was rather petite and she seemed to be soft-spoken. But that was in fact not the case.

[Y/N] was taken aback by her sudden curiosity, she blinked and said, “I just got ere’ this morning, moved in today.” She rocked back and forth on her toes and heels, eagerly wanting to leave already.

Ranae looked at her up and down with a bored expression on her face and asked, “Where yer from girl?” Her lips never moved from the straight line that almost seemed to be formed. Her freckled hands grabbed the fertilizer as she scraped the bag of pellets across the scanner, never taking her eyes off of [Y/N].

DING.

“Oh, aah’m from Kansas. Born n’ raised.” [Y/N] didn't have a Southern dialect—well, not anymore. It only slips out on occasion, particularly when talking to someone else with a southern twang. Her momma and daddy always had a thick southern voice, as they were both from Texas and moved to Kansas.

Kansasans don’t exactly have an accent, besides not pronouncing the “R” in words. Yet, they got a way of speaking that you can clearly tell their from somewhere in the West. If you went south, close to the Oklahoma border, the accent would get thicker as you went.

Ranae hummed, almost like she had something to say, yet she bit her tongue. She scanned the items slowly, like she was purposely taking her time.

[Y/N] shook her leg rapidly, impatience growing within her as she watched Ranae struggle to bag the items in a brown paper bag.

DING.

“My PawPaw and MawMaw died recently, so I inherited their cabin down by Grand Lake,” She said in attempt to fill the silence that annoyed her so much, in hope to pass the time. [Y/N] has always been rather extroverted, starting conversations with strangers she didn't mind, it was this silence that ate at her. The silence was bugs crawling underneath her skin, like roaches gnawing at her veins as they swam in her blood.

Ranae merely hummed again, scanning an item, completely uninterested in the conversation at hand, letting silence fall over the conversation once more. The silence was only broken by tapping of [Y/N]’s leather boots, which were worn out and needed replacement.

“A man named Willard Tucker used to live there—“

DING.

“Ya best be careful round that house,” Ranae suddenly spoke up, her brown eyes boring into the girls, a serious expression took over her features,“There been rumors bout’ some folks down by those parts doing god knows what.” The woman's veiny hands wandered through the bag of fertilizer in search of the bar code.

[Y/N] stiffened at her sudden demeanor. “I see,” She watched intensively as Ranae scanned the last item before bagging it into a brown bag and pushing it towards [Y/N].

Y/N smiles, “I’Il be sure to be careful—“

“And ya best be careful round that man that was in ere’ earlier. Aah’ve seen him do some suspicious things with those little friends of his.” Ranae cut her off once again, except her loud and apprehensive nature was no more; instead, it was quiet, and she was talking merely above a whisper.

“He’s up to no good, girl.” Ranae’s eyes once again, bore into [Y/N]’s with a sense of urgency and protection. Ranae reminded [Y/N] of her mother, Jane. From the way, she spoke with a protectiveness of a mother to her veiny freckled hands that trembled constantly.

DING.

[Y/N] hummed, taking the brown bags underneath her arms hastily, “I will don't worry.” She reassured Ranae with a tight-lipped smile, before pushing through the door that opened with a groan.

The smell of summer once again hit her, and she inhaled the sweet, tangy air. It was humid as well, the weather was hot and sticky. [Y/N] was used to it from being on a farm for all of her life, yet she never really enjoyed it. Her dad, Steve, enjoyed the heat, he loved it. He would always drag her out of the house when it was well into the 90’s.

She really misses her dad.

[Y/N] threw the brown bags in the tail bed of her 1995 Ford 150. She slid into the plush fabric of her seat, shutting the car door behind her as she slumped against the leather steering wheel.

“Why in the hell is it so damn hot?”

She peeled herself off of the steering wheel, her head heavy as drowsiness took over. partly from the lack of sleep, and the warm sun that scattered it’s light against her face.

She shoves the old, almost rusty, key into the ignition, turning it to start the car. The car sputtered, before failing to start. [Y/N] sighed, before trying again, turning the key in the ignition. Yet again, it groaned and sputtered with a metallic scratching noise that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

It was an old truck, a gift for her 16th birthday. Painted a dark red that rusted around its silver rims, the truck was a relic, almost like a family heirloom that her family passed down from one generation to the next. It was frequent that the truck wouldn't start, constantly breaking down from a plethora of problems. It wasn't just one problem with the truck, but everything. The engine, the ground cables, the filter, overheating-- the truck almost had every problem in the book.

“I swear to fucking god,” She turns it for the third time, Please, god, start.” She pleaded as the engine sputtered once more, before roaring to life with fever.

[Y/N] slumped her head on her steering wheel once more and said, “Thank you,” She kissed the leather steering wheel, thankful that the universe had answered her pleas.

With the roar of the engine [Y/N] peeled out of the small parking lot of the Grocery Store.

Within the forgotten garden, an eerie silence lingered, broken only by the faint rustle of weeds that thrived unchecked. Like rebellious tendrils, the vibrant greens stretched beyond the confines of the patch of tilled earth, entwining their wiry strands with the blades of grass and any unsuspecting object within reach. Mushrooms and fungi covered the garden like a blanket, growing in mass abundance. This unruly congregation of vegetation and fungi seemed to possess a will of its own, reclaiming its dominion over a forsaken realm. Amongst the overgrown foliage, unseen insects and arachnids sought refuge, their presence betrayed only by an occasional scuttle or a shimmer of silken threads. Camouflaged amidst the verdant chaos, they patiently awaited their next unsuspecting prey, ready to seize upon any who ventured too close.

As the sun descended in the western sky, its golden rays extended through the dense foliage of towering oak trees, painting a mesmerizing tapestry of light and shadow. The ethereal dance of illumination and obscurity enveloped the scene, amplifying the eeriness that permeated the air. The songs of robins and mourning doves serenaded the somber landscape, their delicate melodies contrasting with the ominous backdrop. Amidst the rustling leaves and trilling birds, She heard the distant grunt of a white-tailed deer. And as the final rays of sunlight retreated beyond the horizon, they bathed the discovery in a soft, eerie glow, accentuating the unsettling sight before the witness's eyes.

[Y/N] glanced at her phone, which glowed an illuminating white. She looked at the white numbers that read: 6:00 PM.

She stretched her limps as they ached from hours of being hunched over digging to completely remove the wild grass and herbs that grew. Her arms gave a satisfying crack, just as her back did in response. She had napped for a satisfying 7 hours,only waking a few times. [Y/N] was suprised that she was able to nap in general. She was content and fully recharged. On the downside, she probably won’t be able to get any rest tonight.

At least she'll be able to stay awake binging Netflix.

With a determined grip, she thrust her green gloves into the yielding earth, their fabric sinking into the damp soil as she uprooted the herbs with a swift, purposeful tug. As she pulled, the tips of her gloves absorbed the essence of the earth, their vibrant hue now tainted by the stubborn remnants of the earth's bounty. The once-pristine fingers of her gloves were adorned with a telltale shade of brown, evidence of their close association with the soil. And beneath the surface, her nails bore the weight of the garden's secrets, caked with a fine layer of dirt that clung tenaciously to the thin, porous material.

[Y/N]’s mind wandered as she aimlessly dug through the soil, ripping the herbs from their roots like tendrils. Until her hands gripped something that squished beneath her fingers.

She gazed down, her eyes widening in pure horror, as a gut-wrenching sight unfolded before her. In her trembling hands, a writhing mass of maggots squirmed with repulsive vigor, their pale bodies contorting and intertwining in an unsettling dance. The pungent stench of decay wafted through the air, assaulting her senses and threatening to overpower her resolve. As her grip tightened involuntarily, the soft flesh of the larvae ruptured, smearing her trembling hands with a sickening mixture of viscera and fluids. The once-innocent soil beneath her feet became a graveyard for crushed worms, their slimy remnants mingling with her fingers, an unholy stain that marked her as both witness and participant in this grotesque scene.

[Y/N] let out a blood churdling scream as she stumbled backwards from her squatting position, landing on her backside. She frantically swiped her hands together to get the maggots off as they fell into the grass beside her.

The squirming maggots, now a grotesque spectacle in the dew-kissed grass, seemed to writhe in agony. Their once pale, plump bodies were now stained crimson, their delicate flesh bearing the gruesome evidence of their fallen brethren. Each wriggling creature fought desperately, their tiny frames flayed violently as they were torn away from their decaying feast. The gore of destruction painted the once vibrant green blades of grass a haunting shade of red.

“What the actual fuck?”

Laying where [Y/N]’s gloved hand dug, was a mound of dirt that maggots swarmed, their white skin hiding beneath the dirt.

[Y/N]’s curiosity peaked exponentially as she moved closer to the mound, dirt staining her knees brown. Her gloves dug through the maggots filled mound, her stomach filling with uneasiness as they glided through the soil.

Suddenly, her hands struck a soft, pudgy, material. [Y/N] dug through the dirt to fully uncover the mound, and as maggots crawled anxiously around her hands, she recoiled in disgust. She was sure it must be a dead animal, and the land must have grown around it, right?

[Y/N] knew the stench of death, and didn't partially mind the sight of dead animals. Her father, Steve, was a frequent hunter of deer and other game, to which [Y/N] accompanied him. Steve had taught her from a young age how to field dress a deer. Hanging the deer up by its hooves to a tree, she remembers taking her father's hunting knife and running it down the belly of the animal-- very gently to not puncture the belly. Scooping the contents of the deer out, leaving the inside of the deer completely bare. That was the easy part. Now to field dress the deer, was a tedious and lengthy process, using the tip of her knife to slowly peel the hide off of the animal. Hours would pass in the blistering Kansas heat and wind. It was revolting, yet she grew accustomed to the sight.

For her 13th birthday, she was gifted an old 22. rifle from Steve—an old gun that needed to constantly be cleaned and scoped in. The bullets weren’t made for large game such as deer, but they did work on prairie dogs that plagued cow farmers' fields. Eventually, she got a .300 WIN MAG, which now sat below her bed.

She had guessed the rotting carcass of an anwinsle from the potent smell wafting through the air. An unmistakable and haunting odor tainted the air, suffusing every inhalation with a chilling foreboding. It was the stench of death, a macabre orchestra composed of decaying flesh and the ghostly remnants of blood.

As she slowly uncovered the mound, it became more and more apparent what the mound was. Her hands swiped away the last layer of dirt and maggots to reveal the form underneath the soil.

[Y/N]’s features contorted with sheer terror again, the lines of his face etched deep with despair. The pallor of her skin turned with goosebumps, a stark contrast to the clammy beads of perspiration that clung to her furrowed brow. Eyes wide, they became twin portals to the void, reflecting the depths of her fear—paralyzed.

A corpse, abandoned to the earth, lies in a state of advanced decomposition. Its once vibrant form is now a haunting testament to the inevitability of mortality. The body, stripped of life, is a pillar of grotesque transformations. The flesh has given way to a grotesque canvas, with patches of decomposed tissue revealing glimpses of bone beneath. The skin, mottled and discolored, hangs loosely, tattered and ravaged by relentless decay. Time etched deep crevices into the once-familiar countenance, obscuring any resemblance to the person it once was. Swarms of maggots and other scavengers feast upon the remains, their writhing presence further amplifying the scene's repulsive nature.

Bile crawled up through [Y/N]’s as she doubled over, vomiting into the grass next to her. Food chunks and liquid sprayed the green grass a vomit brown. A tremor coursed through her trembling frame, betraying her tenuous grasp on composure. It was in this harrowing moment that horror unfurled its chilling wings, casting an indelible veil upon her face—a blanket of anguish. The very air seemed to quiver in the presence of such raw, unadulterated fear, as if nature itself recoiled in silent reverence for the intensity of her terror.

She had torn off her gloves as she scrambled across the grass, grabbing her phone, in an attempt to distance herself as much as possible from the corpse. Her surroundings seemed to spin as the drum of her heart overtook her hearing as well as the sound of the dial tone. When did she call 911?

“This is 911, what’s your emergency?” A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone. Calm, and tender, her voice was comforting. Yet her voice was almost muffled as [Y/N]'s heartbeat filled her eardrums.

“I," [Y/N]'s breath was shaky, quiet as she spoke with a sense of urgency, "Would like to report a dead body."

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.@qupiikaaa @fynnwolff

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rabbit-or-rib · 8 days

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For Marble Hornets - I was wondering if you could do Tim + Brain, with a S/O that’s on the shorter side but is strong as hell! Like the cute little S/O can just easily lift up them or just casually could handle crazy hard physical activities.

@klerns-birdie aaa i hope this is okay !! i didn't mean for this to take as long as it did, thank you for being so patient with me <3 totally let me know if you want me to change anything in here :))

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📹🚬 Tim Wright / Brian Thomas x fem! tiny but mighty reader :]

Tim ;

honestly it catches him by surprise every time

he knows you're strong, don't get me wrong, but he forgets just HOW strong

if you two ever moved, or even just moved into the same room in the house, he'd end up standing in the hallways watching you manage to take your entire large desk through the corridor without a problem with wide eyes

tbh does double takes when he gets to see you flexing in any way, especially if it's your back

he does still offer to help you carry things though, he wants to help out even if he knows you could be carrying 3x whatever it is he's offering to hold 😭

Brian ;

LOVES IT

he thinks it's the cutest thing honestly

like absolutely you're a badass that can do whatever you put your mind to it seems like

but you're so LITTLE next to him he cannot take it seriously

he finds it a little funny whenever he comes into the living room or the bedroom when you're vacuuming/sweeping under the larger furniture and you're just casually holding up this huge ass object that's about twice the size of you

if there's ever a moment where you're flexing (on purpose or you're just lifting something heavier) i feel like he's the type of guy to hype you up with some kind of cheesy flirting

#rabbit writings #marble hornets x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #for birdie :)

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bloodblanks · 1 year

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masterlist

fandoms: genshin impact*, creepypasta, marble hornets all works are reader insert [character x fem reader]

*all genshin impact works are on a separate masterlist, click here!

author's note: the following works may contain dark, explicit content, including rape/non-con, death, violence, abuse, stockholm syndrome, ‘yandere’ tropes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

if you wish to see more content, please consider commissioning me! ♡

creepypasta ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ marble hornets

creepypasta boyfriend quiz

eyeless jack

tili tili bom | one | two | three

a field of red spider lilies | one | two | three | final

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

hoodie / brian thomas

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

masky / timothy ‘tim’ wright

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

ticci toby / tobias erin ‘toby’ rogers

pumpkin head | one

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

jeff the killer / jeffrey woods

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

ben drowned

30 frames per second | one

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

slenderman / the operator

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

short random headcanons

creepypasta pet headcanons

creepypasta video game headcanons

creepypasta pet name headcanons

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adorawritesalot · 4 months

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✦ navigation ✦

welcome, everyone, to my humble abode!

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adora || she/they || infp || (actively) writing for skz, atz & criminal minds || have works about hamilton and marble hornets || not as active as my username indicates

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i don't mind minors on my blog, as i am not planning on posting nsfw in the foreseeable future.

i won't write the following:

-pedophilia

-incest

-grooming

-watersports

everything you see on my blog is written by me, and i ask you to avoid reposting, translating, or copying my works.

i solely write reader-insert. member x member action will only appear in poly works. ( i am most comfortable with a fem!reader or gn!reader and won't write male!reader)

keep in mind that my works are not a portrayal of real people.

i take requests! please send some in; don't be a stranger! but, as i've stated above, i am not much of a fast writer. it may take me some time to complete your request.

↳ masterlists ༉‧₊

skz masterlist!

the cafe ➸ widowed father!bangchan x cafe owner!reader one-shot

atz masterlist!

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mh masterlist!

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cm masterlist!

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red lips ➸ tim wright x reader drabble

chaotic reader ➸ tim wright and brian thomas x reader (separately) headcannons

sugar gliders ➸ tim wright and brian thomas x reader (separately) headcannons

tall s/o ➸ tim wright and alex kralie x reader (separately) headcannons

romantic goth psychiatrist s/o ➸ tim wright and brian thomas x reader (separately) headcannons

streamer s/o ➸ mh boys x reader (separately) headcannons

rich s/o ➸ alex kralie x reader headcannons

hamilton masterlist!

rich s/o ➸ john laurens x reader headcannons

police officer s/o ➸ hamilsquad x reader oneshot

#marble hornets x reader #hamilton x reader #stray kids x reader #ateez x reader #masterlist #navigation #adoraspeaks!

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rawiswhore · 9 months

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Various Actors, Professional Wrestlers, Porn Stars x Fem Reader- "Swimming Pools"

This fanfiction may contain material things may find problematic, but viewer discretion is advised...

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You've had this sexual fantasy of being at a local community swimming pool, and the men at this swimming pool are Don Johnson in the early 1970's when he looked like this:

Even though Don Johnson looked sexy AF during the late 1980's when he had long hair, he also looked sexy AF in the early 1970's before he was famous, and in the early 1970's he looked like a teenager despite that he was a grown man.

Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family" during the late 1980's when he looks like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looks like this:

Or maybe even how he looks in the film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High".

John Ritter in his "Three's Company" days when he looks like this:

Leigh McCloskey in the film "Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn" when he looks like this:

Wrestler Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's when he looked like this or when he first joined ECW:

Some of the other men at this swimming pool include Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage in the late 1990's and the year 2000 when he had long blond hair, 90's and 2000's Chris Jericho when he has long hair and no facial hair, Bill Paxton in the "Tales from the Crypt" episode "People Who Live in Brass Hearses", late 1990's Shawn Michaels (specifically Shawn in 1997/1996), Triple H at the end of 1997/beginning of 1998 or even during his 90's blueblood Hunter Hearst Helmsley days, Nova from ECW in the late 1990's or even in 2001/2002, Brian Pillman in 1996, Raven during his ECW and WCW days, Leif Cassidy in 1996 (before he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year), Tommy Rogers either during his Fantastics days at the end of 1988 or during his ECW run in the late 90's (he looks better during his Fantastics days), Rob Van Dam either during his ECW and WWE/F days in the 90's and early 2000's or RVD during his Robbie V days in WCW in 1993, Razor Ramon/Scott Hall, wrestler Sam Houston in the 1990's, wrestler Wayne Bloom in the early 1990's, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio in 1994 or even in 1998 when he was on the short lived sitcom "The Army Show", Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" and WCW wrestler Jim Powers.

Other men in this fantasy are male porn stars Biff Malibu, Gerry Pike, Jay Serling in the 1980's when he doesn't have facial hair and Shawn Ricks in the 2001 porn movie "Babewatch 4", Vince Van Patten on "Baywatch", John Bender in "the Breakfast Club", Thomas Haden Church in the 90's when he has long hair and looks like this:

And maybe even Mark Hamill in the film "Corvette Summer".

In this fantasy, Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Raven in ECW and WCW, Leif Cassidy in 1996, Robbie V from WCW, Chris Jericho, Jerry Lynn in the early 90's, Eric Stoltz and maybe even Nova in his ECW days are meant to be teenage boys even though all of these aforementioned men are grown men.

Bubba Higgins on "Mama's Family", John Bender in "The Breakfast Club" and Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" were teenagers even though they were played by grown men.

You are not a sexual predator or pedophile, all of the men in this fantasy were grown legal men even if some of them were playing teens.

The rest of the listed men in this fantasy are grown men playing grown men.

At this swimming pool, some of these men are lounging in pool chairs, whereas some of the boys like Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Bubba Higgins and Jeff Hardy are inside the swimming pool splashing about.

Some of the men in this fantasy are also lifeguards sitting in chairs.

Shawn Michaels, Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, Wayne Bloom, John Sencio, Biff Malibu, and Gerry Pike all have their long hair hanging down in this fantasy, although all of these men in this fantasy have their long hair hanging down except for Jim Powers.

You walked this community swimming pool wearing a rather skimpy pink bikini, like the bikini Susanna Hoffs wears on the poster for the movie "The All-Nighters".

When you step further into the swimming pool but not taking a dip into the swimming pool yet, just about all of the males' eyes were all on you.

Their heads turned and their eyes were all on you.

Some of the men in this fantasy lounging in pool chairs were smiling from ear to ear hollering at you and giving you those "wolf whistles" as they're called.

Teenage boys are infamously horny, and these teen boys eyes were focused on you where their eyes were studying your body up and down while their mouths grinned and erections were forming under their shorts.

They were no longer playing and splashing around in this pool but instead looking at you.

You didn't mind these men and boys staring and leering at you, in fact, you specifically wanted them all to look at you.

With a grin on your face, you stood there and would turn your body to show yourself off to all of these men and boys to leer at you.

"This little bikini top can barely cover my breasts" you stated loud enough for all of these men at this pool to hear, your eyes staring at one of your breasts saying that.

You said that to sexually arouse these men.

Later on in this fantasy, you got into this swimming pool, where you stood in front of these men playing teenage boys like Don Johnson, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Raven, Chris Jericho, Eric Stoltz, Leif Cassidy, Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family", John Bender from "The Breakfast Club", Robbie V from WCW and Leigh McCloskey.

They were all smiling and eager standing in front of you, and you lowered your chest down until the pool's water was above your breasts.

As the water was above your tits, your hands reached behind your back and untied the back of your bikini top, where you pulled your top off of your chest and let your breasts soak under the cold water.

The boys noticed your barenaked breasts under the water and pointed at them, where they smiled from ear to ear and got excited.

They'd probably cum in the swimming pool.

After your breasts were dampened by this cold water, you raised your body up until your barenaked tits were above the water, where you were showing your barenaked tits off to these men.

Your breasts were now wet and your nipples were erect from the cold water.

These boys cheered seeing your barenaked breasts and soon the rest of these men in the pool's eyes were glued to your tits.

Some of the men were cheering for your breasts out exposed.

You stood there topless with a wicked grin on your face showing off.

These boys were getting horny when you walked next to the pool and showed yourself off, but they were getting hornier when they saw your bare, wet breasts.

They weren't the only ones getting horny, so were the rest of these men at the swimming pool.

If you could, you'd ask these boys to dunk their heads under the pool's water and you'd sink down under the water as well, where you'd flash your barenaked breasts to them.

However, these boys aren't wearing swimming goggles, and when people open their eyes when they're underwater and don't wear goggles, their vision looks foggy.

Although, this is a fantasy.

Plus, you want some of these men lounging by the pool and lifeguards to look at your barenaked breasts too.

"I just love how cool and cold this pool is" you stated to these boys, "Feels good to swim in cold water during a hot day"

You were referring to this because the cold water is making your nipples erect.

"Y'know, boys can walk around shirtless, but girls can't" you added, saying that as an excuse to show off your barenaked breasts.

Meanwhile, these boys standing in front of you wouldn't take their eyes off of your breasts and all of them were smiling, some of their hands wanted to reach out and touch them.

They can look and they can touch.

Heh, you could've entered this swimming pool wearing a white T-shirt with a bikini bottom but no bikini top under your shirt, where you would've soaked yourself into the pool and your breasts and nipples are seen under your top after you've taken a dip, where you would've shown off your breasts to all of these men and boys without even raising and pulling your shirt up.

This fantasy could also take place at a summer camp, where these boys are all attending a summer camp and these men are camp counselors, and before these boys go swimming, you approach them wearing a bikini, where you show your body off to these men and boys while they all gaze happily with their eyes reading your body.

This fantasy almost did take place at a summer camp, but I decided on a swimming pool instead.

You could've included wrestlers like the Young Bucks in the 2010's and Dean Ambrose during his WWE days, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's and early 2000's.

There's other men---mainly professional wrestlers---you could add to this fantasy.

You can't decide if Triple H at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, Nova from ECW and John Ritter in his "Three's Company" heyday looks underage.

#don johnson #bubba higgins #mama's family #john ritter #leigh mccloskey #eric stoltz #jerry lynn #jeff hardy #christian cage #shawn michaels #triple h #hunter hearst helmsley #rob van dam #robbie v #swimming pool

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