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emilliewritez · 2 years

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our love story, my insanity

chapter one: friends with stitches

3.5k words, creepypasta fandom.

mentions of blood, etc. manipulation.

The cold wind was blowing your hair everywhere as you tried quickening your pace.

You'd just finished your shift and had been walking home when you realised how long this path suddenly seemed to be.

It was the only way to get home, through this barely illuminated alleyway.

It was really small, the width could have fit just two people walking next to each other, but the length was quite long.

You always got chills when you walked here, having been thinking about how almost nobody ever uses and nobody would hear a thing if something were to have happened.

It was silent.

Too silent.

You swallowed and moved your feet, but with every step you took your legs seemed to feel heavier.

You hadn't been able to take any more weight, thus decided to sit down and took a break.

Your back had been resting against a fence, it felt as if it was judging you, watching as you had taken out your phone, having been desperate for more lightning.

Your bare back stung against the metal and, on top of that you also still felt watched.

Just as the flash had decided to flick open, you felt a fluid running down your spine.

You had gotten up quickly and shone your light on the fence, which lead you to the realisation that, only on the place you'd been resting at, was there a sharp piece of metal sticking out.

In horror, you'd put up your hand to your back - you could feel the wound, it was a displeasure to have felt your pain like that and, when you'd pulled back your hand it had been covered in blood.

‘What the fuck,' you whispered, all thoughts having left your head once you'd seen that figure behind a tree.

As the thing ever-so-slowly circled around the trunk of nature, you had started backing away, towards the fence again.

The creature looked like a shadow, it was foggy and didn't seem to have had any facial features of some sort and, when you looked for them too long at a time, your vision would have started to blurry and you'd hear a high-pitched noise.

Having paid attention only to that thing and what it did to your mind, you'd been startled to find yourself having stepped right against the fence.

And though, due to the adrenaline you hadn't realised at first, you'd been even more startled to find the back of your leg had been pushed against the sharp metal, and it hurt.

The blood once again, had been rushing down your leg and everything now was spinning.

Vaguely, you took in how you fell to your knees, barely having felt how you ripped open your skin even more whilst having done so.

At that very moment, the piercing sounds faded to the background, instead having made place for a soft voice now.

You couldn't make up what it said, no matter how hard you had tried concentrating.

Your eyelids had shot open once you felt something resting on your shoulder - it seemed to be a hand, or at least had the shape of one.

The world seemed out of place for mere moments, before you had been able to see its glory again.

You could see how you had been collapsed onto the harsh pavement beneath and finally, you had been able to make out what the voice was saying and what figure it belonged to.

It was a person, a boy.

His brown eyes held a look of worry in them as he spoke: ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! Please tell me you’re okay- I mean, not that you aren’t allowed to not be, you can feel things, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that! God sorry I’m talking I shouldn’t be why am I talking, just- are you okay? Are you hurt?’

You had tried to tell this person you weren’t okay, tried to ask him who he was and why he’d been hiding behind a tree, but your throat didn’t seem to have felt the need to cooperate.

All you had been able to get yourself to do was to smile softly because, as confused as you had been, the poor guy just seemed a tad bit more out of it.

‘You smiled! Why did you smile? Is all good or is it not? Can you not talk? Can you- can you move your fingers? Please do! Alright that was- yeah, you moved your hand, okay! So, okay, one finger up for a yes and two for no, got it?’

You had nodded your head in a weak manner, and he’d immediately asked if you were okay.

Two fingers.

He then had asked you if you were in physical pain.

One finger.

He asked if you were able to pinpoint where you had been in pain.

One finger, and a hand towards your back and down to your leg, just under the knee.

‘Oh that is not looking good, that is, oh god- how did that happen?’

Your hand disappeared behind you, pointed towards the fence.

‘Did you climb that fence? That’s really dumb why’d you-‘

You had grabbed the other person’s hand in an attempt to get his attention, which you had succeeded in quickly.

You shook your head no and looked behind you, to where that sharp piece of metal should have been, but it wasn’t there so you couldn’t have shown it to him.

Why wasn’t it there anymore?

You clearly had hurt yourself with it and were carrying the consequences of it.

So why and how had you not been able to point it?

‘No? What happened? Can you- oh wait you can’t talk. Well now what? Can you- do you uhm- I don’t know, I don’t know- wait I do, I have got a friend, he can- he’s a nurse, he can make you better! You can, you can stay with us and then go home! No pressure, I mean, yes pressure to your wounds but no pressure to- to go! You can do whatever, I mean, I’m a stranger ooh, stranger danger, I would understand if you refuse, I could also just leave you alone, I’m probably scaring you off, aren’t I? God I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to strangers in a while, I’m not allowed to, orders from above, but you’d know! I’m making an exception for you because you’re hurt and- oh yes! The finger system, do you wanna go with me? That’s what I was gonna ask but I got distracted so I didn’t immediately ask and now it’s happening again, just do the fingers,’ said the strange boy.

You had put up one finger, because what could you have lost?

The answer was a lot.

Immediately, the stranger asked you if you’d be okay with having your sight taken away by means of the bandana that had been around his arm, because the location of where you would’ve been headed was highly confidential.

You nodded your head, maybe this guy was a celebrity, or perhaps his friend was a popular doctor.

Whatever the reason behind it had been, you didn't think it'd been weird or creepy, just friendly of this stranger.

Which was, even for that naive person that was you, odd.

Yes, you had always been one to trust people easily, maybe a little too easy, but never before this quickly: you could've been tricked into horrible things, but you had trusted this person talking to you and he also seemed to trust you.

This could've been the end of you, but it wasn't.

You, after the stranger had helped put on your 'blindfold' had safely arrived at a mansion, as you'd been able to make out once you- could take off the bandana.

The brunette refused to put you down and thus, had still been carrying you on his back when, out of the purple double doors appeared another boy's face.

'Thank god it is you, Ben,' said the boy whose back you were positioned on.

The new boy had blonde hair, it was messy and you had caught yourself wondering how long it'd been since he last washed it.

Whilst you took in the mysterious boy's features and, wondered if this kid was the one that would help you, you had picked up a bit of the conversation the two strangers held.

'I do not care that this person is hurt, if we let this person in they aren't going to be the only one that got attacked here,' the blonde boy had argued.

Wait, attacked?

What had he meant by that, were you attacked?

By who?

The brunette?

No, that wasn't possible, he'd been helping you, not hurting you.

Why would he have decided to help you if he was the reason you were hurt?

No, this couldn't have been.

It wasn't him, you'd been sure of it.

'I'll take all the responsibility, Ben, just let us in they obviously need help,' said the other stranger loudly, having shut down that one thought in your mind that he was the one who had hurt you.

And though these words were comforting, you had felt yourself flinch just slightly at the sudden change of tone that'd held place.

'Don't raise your voice, it scares your lover,' the boy, seemingly named Ben had said, and his voice sounded teasing, but if you'd heard that correctly it was softer, more caring now.

'Shut up and let us in will you,' the brunette's tone had been demanding, he probably hadn't found the joke all that funny, but quietly apologised to you.

He was lucky the kid hadn't heard him, you thought, because from what you'd seen he probably would have been teased for it.

'Fine.'

Inside, the stranger had warned you about his friends, some of them looked inhumane, and he had told you that, whatever it was you would do, not to mention it.

One of those friends, you quickly had realised was that one friend was meant to take care of you and the wounds you'd developed.

It was yet another male, he had seemed to be a bit older than your brunette friend, and his skin had a grey-ish glance to it.

Its face was covered by a blue mask which the creature had immediately pulled down a bit more at the sight of you, having been carried inside by its friend.

'Food,' it had whispered, confused and in a questioning manner.

'Why did you bring a strange human?'

A sigh before: 'Jack, don't go and interrogate me right now and just help this person, okay? Friend, not just a normal human, my friend! If you hurt them you are dead, if you do not help us you are dead. Do not play with me, got it?'

The creature sighed, mumbling a question to which the answer had been; 'leg and back, LJ.'

'Got it. Human, i'll stop the bleeding and then I'll stitch it up. I can't numb your body because I used it all on another human but you should be able to handle it.'

'Is that okay for you,' the brunette softly asked.

'Ooh baby are you strong enough baby? You're my little baby boo, precious little baby,' the creature named Jack, according to your friend had mocked him.

The male pushed the other away whilst rolling his eyes, which had made you chuckle.

The pair turned towards you, which in return had made you look down and slowly nod.

'What, now you're shy?'

'Jack come on-'

'I'm not shy! Besides, that's a weird word. I just don't like being looked at, especially not by strangers,' you spoke.'

'If only they knew-'

'We can change that stranger part! Also, nice to hear you got your voice back, i'm glad to hear that! But yes, strangers, change that, we can get to know each other while you're being taken care of! I would love to get to know you, what's your name?'

A smile had formed on your face: 'Y/N. What's yours? You told me the names of people i saw here but I never catched yours.'

'Sit right here,' Jack told you, and you'd done as you got told to do so, sitting down on the examination bed that had been in front of you.

'I didn't tell you? I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten! My name is Toby!'

You had stayed silent for a while, only having nodded to his response, before: 'Toby. That fits you, it's gentle and child-like. Speaking of, what is your age?'

Jack came back with some towels and silently lifted your leg up, before having put one of said towels around your limb so it would stop the blood that was running out of your wound even quicker.

The creature had stepped behind you and also put pressure on the wound on your back, resting his hand that had been covered with gloves on the towel beneath it.

'I am 19 years old, what is your age Y/N?'

'I'm 18! You look younger than me, in my opinion.'

Toby smiled at that statement and, even though he had tried to keep his face like that, it was obvious, the way his facial expressions had changed when you'd asked another question.

'How did you do that, back in the woods? How'd you make me see stuff and hurt my head,' was said question.

'Poor Y/N must be so confused,' Jack suddenly spoke, 'Toby didn't do anything, nothing happened in those woods. You're not hurt.'

Your head snapped towards Toby, the one person you trusted here: 'I'm not?'

'Oh, you're not, I think that food poisoning really messed with your head, mate.'

'I'm not hurt,' did you agree.

'What were you doing in those woods in the first place,' asked Toby.

'I was walking home from work. I always use that path!'

'Ooh what do you do for a living,' Jack decided to join in.

'I work as a barista. It's hard to make ends meet sometimes, especially since i'm still a student, too, but I love what i do!'

Whilst Jack had mumbled something about you having been ready for the stitches, Toby spoke: 'I think that's the most important part of- of having a job and pursuing that career: love and passion for it! Because at the end of the day yes, you may get paid a lot, but if you go to work reluctantly, then I hope you do realise it's for the rest of your days. While, if you enjoy what you do and your job makes you happy, then i would think you're settled for life and, unrelated to that, you're probably putting in more effort thus is there a better outcome. Because i don't know about you but i work faster when i like the thing i'm doing!'

'Exactly! I'd rather work with the most amazing people on earth than the richest! Oh speaking of, do you have a job,' you had asked toby.

'Yes! I mean, no! I mean, it's complicated i must keep it a secret. You can't know, why do you ask? Is there something wrong? I didn't do anything, or did i? No i didn't, what-'

'Woah there calm down it was just a question. You know you don't have to respond to those, right?'

Toby stayed quiet, before having nodded softly: it was the first time someone had been so respecting of his boundaries and he hadn't known how to respond to that.

Just as you had been meaning to ask another question, EJ once again had come back to you, this time with something that could have passed as a half-round needle and some thread.

The sight of this had been beyond terrifying to you, which you guessed was obvious as Toby had been quick to pat you on the shoulder, mumbling a soft 'it'll be okay, i promise.'

'Yeah don't worry too much little one, I've done this many times before and the worst that ever happened was a certain someone passed out because of fear and, it might hurt a little but if your friend here can handle it you can too, I'm sure of it!'

You had laughed at the way it'd looked at Toby whilst talking about the passed out person.

'Hey what's that supposed to mean Jack,' Toby complained, unknowing to the fact his friend had hinted it'd been him who had passed out.

'Nothing, i promise. You keep the conversation going bud,' Jack chuckled.

'If you say so, bud.'

Just as the brunette spoke those words, you'd felt an intense sting at your back - it hurt and, god how you'd wanted to cry and scream and show in how much pain you were but you didn't, and you couldn't.

You felt you had to stay strong, even if nobody would've said anything about it.

'Sorry, should i tell you when it's going in next time?'

It had stayed silent for a while.

'No, that's even more stressful. Just wasn't prepared, is all. Can someone- please keep me distracted though,' you'd softly asked.

'Ofcourse! I'll do it! I love talking, but you probably noticed that already, didn't you? Ofcourse you did, you're very smart! I wonder what you do in your free time, do you do smart people stuff?'

'I don't really know what falls under the category smart people stuff, or what you even mean by it, but i can tell you what i do in my free time, so you can be the judge of that. I like reading. I spend most of my time in the coffee shop i work at, which is also a library, if you focus only on the contents of stuff there and not what you'd deem a typical library: there are books and places to sit, plus there's cofee and plants! I also like journaling, both in a scrap-book and a blog on the internet and, that pretty much is all. Reading, journaling and going on walks is about all i really do in a day. Well, then there's also school and work but i don't suppose that goes under free time, does it now?'

'You seem passionate about these things, i can appreciate that. What kinds of books do you read, if you don't mind me asking,' said jack.

'English literature and poems,' you had answered without missing a beat, 'I think it's very interesting, especially in older writing, how the authors all play with words, shape them to their liking and are able to make such simple, yet never before seen art.'

'You have a way of playing with your words too. It's really cool, you talk so chique,' Toby's attempt at the French accent had made the three of you laugh and, though you'd laughed the comment off you could only admit to yourself how much it had touched you, what the older boy said.

'Lay down slowly, we don't need those stitches getting loosened already. You, Toby, are very carefully going to hold up Y/N's leg for me, so i can easily access the wound, got it?'

'Aye-aye captain,' said toby, immediately having gotten to doing what he had been told to do so.

'Who owns this place and do you all live here? How many people do you live with? Also, isn't that Ben guy just a kid? Are you all family?'

'That's a lot of asks in one sentence, typical Toby move! Good job Y/N, way to go i'm proud! Our boss owns this place, we all work for him and live under his roof. We live with a lot of people, I lose count sometimes. Ben isn't a kid, he's been here longer than you exist, it's just an illusion! And we're not family by blood but we're so close, most of the time at least, that it's started to feel like a family! It's nice here, I love the people. Yes that includes you, my sweet little jack! Come and give me a hug!'

At the realisation of what had been about to happen, Jack backed away instantly: 'touch me and Y/N isn't the only one who'll be needing stitches Tobias!'

Jeez, they really seem to like threatening eachother here.

Toby's eyes had widened and, for a second it looked like he was genuinely scared, but he'd been quick to shut that thought down by having burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

'You are so lucky I'd finished your stitches before stepping away,' said Jack.

'I guess I really am lucky,' you had agreed with the odd creature.

You had only known these strangers for, no longer than about three hours but you already felt safer with them than you ever have before.

Something had drawn you towards this odd bunch of people and, you honestly believed you would grow to love these people even more if you'd been given the chance to stay.

You weren't ready to go home yet, because this was a home more than your home.

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hatchetno1 · 3 months

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frustration and anger.

creepypasta/mh x reader in which they get frustrated or angry, or, in BEN's case, are frustrating themselves. word count: 2.1k cw: abuse, descriptions of anger, arguments/quarrelling.

EJ doesn’t often get angry.

in fact, it’s hard to even frustrate him. Even when faced with particularly difficult patients to suture up—ahem, Jeff— he shows no sign of being fazed.

well, perhaps that’s because he’s used to living with Jeff and his reckless, barbaric antics.

but when he does get frustrated, it’s like a gradual intensification.

you like to split his frustration into three phases.

phase 1: EJ starts to seem a little off. Quieter than usual, less responsive, and more distant. Almost as if he’s in his own world, deceptively peaceful.

phase 2: EJ starts to show actual signs of being frustrated. You notice that it is at this point he may start to snap lightly at others, but with you, he tries his best to keep it to a minimum.

phase 3 is the climax before the drop. On occasion, he may raise his voice slightly and openly express irritation. But he always drops, hard and fast.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing circles gently on your back. Though he has to bend over quite a bit (he’s a gentle giant at a height of 6’6 or about 2 meters), you find it to be very soothing that his frame envelops the entirety of yours.

oh, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of getting angry.

no, the anger you heard in his voice was undeniable as he roared at another member of the household to stay the fuck away from you.

you’d startled at the sheer sound of it, and quickly those trembles descended into violent shaking as you cried—his roar was simply not…human.

you flinched as he picked you up, just as gently as was the anger intense in that dreaded noise he made, a stark contrast in behavior, a jarring change in your body, mind and soul.

but other than that, you knew your darling EJ was back.

he plopped you onto his bed, surrounded by his sweet yet musky scent, nuzzling your neck and your face.

“I’m sorry”s were whispered countless times in your ear that night as you dozed off in the safety of his arms.

jeff

gotta put a trigger warning on this one. you know what to expect, but just in case you don’t, TW: Jeff is literally a murderer with abusive tendencies and anger issues.

at the start of your relationship, Jeff had been…well, to say the least, not the best partner.

he often got mad at you, whether it be keeping him waiting or spilling a cup of water.

yeah. spilling a cup of water.

but you understood why he was the way he was. he just couldn’t help it. but that didn’t mean you were going to stick around for it, no matter how much you loved him.

one day after a particularly huge argument, you found him crying in his room. his sniffles were unmistakable, but you knew you’d have to pretend you hadn’t heard from ten feet away.

turns out, angsty little Jeff here wasn’t completely unaware of himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he had sobbed as quietly as he could. “I know I’m a bad boyfriend, I know, I keep lashing out at you and I’m so sorry.”

your relationship could have very well ended that day if you hadn’t found Jeff crying on the floor.

but even though he’d hurt you so many times, you took him back into your arms.

and so you taught him to manage his anger, though it took you immense effort, energy and bravery.

he’d always help, though, by reminding you it was okay to yell back at him. you chided him lightly for it, saying that it’d just cause a back and forth.

“oh, right. my bad. sorry, doll,” he had said with a sheepish grin.

today, you are proud to boast that you trained your bloodhound boyfriend to be a tame dog. hell, he even does whatever you tell him to now, albeit sometimes reluctantly.

but he understands that if he loves you, he must make sacrifices upon sacrifices. you did that for him.

now it is his turn to sacrifice himself for you.

masky - tim

it’s not really uncommon that Tim gets angry.

but his anger is almost always the quiet kind.

he will “hmph” and huff lightly, a mild kind of anger you both can still joke about, though his face will redden at it.

you can’t help it though, the sass he gives you when he’s lightly frustrated is too good to let slip past.

oh, but when his anger gets loud—

it’s no longer a harmless little nip.

it’s been directed everywhere. everywhere, his teammates, the table, the card game he’s losing a bit too embarrassingly to Toby who’s being an unbearable little ass about it.

but never you.

okay, it was one time.

but Tim decided it was one time too many. (as he should)

he’d raised his voice at you, more so out of frustration rather than anger.

and you flinched.

and oh, how that little flinch broke his heart.

he shut up immediately, gathering you into his arms, whispering “oh, I’m so sorry, darling”, and “you’re okay, you’re okay”.

he never did it again. ever.

now, when you both get angry at each other, it always devolves into stupid little giggles and kicking.

hoodie - brian

Brian doesn’t really get angry, nor does he get frustrated.

normally, at least.

something shines in his eyes when he is defied, a shadow of a grin, a curl of the lip—

you spend a couple days investigating this, defying him little by little.

“Y/N, could you pass me the water?” “No.” and you’d say it with a cheeky smile on your face to match this strange expression on his.

it evolved into much greater things, “Y/N, come over here for a bit.” “Nope!”

“Y/N, help me up.” “Nope!”

your gleeful defiance doesn’t have a complete zero effect, either. with each silly little “nope��, the glint in his eyes grows brighter. and you know that the cup you’ve slowly been filling the past few days is about to overflow.

it’s one fateful day that you happily defy him once again, and—

oh. something’s grabbing at your jaw, and your lover’s face is so close to yours.

he smiles so gently at you, so purely. but his grip on your jaw says otherwise.

firm like iron, reprimanding, but not harmful or venomous. you know he isn’t going to hurt you, but oh, he isn’t letting you go either.

“Y/N,” he says calmly. “You’ve been a little more uncooperative than usual.”

the shiver it sends down your spine isn’t one of fear. excitement, rather.

he lets you go, but guides you to the bed. “Sit,” he commands.

so you do. what else are you to do when your lover commands you so well?

“Good girl.”

so you never say no to him again, not when it comes to harmless favors.

Brian does not get angry or frustrated…at least, not like the normal person does.

toby

Toby becomes a very bitter cynic when upset, spitting sarcasm wherever he goes.

his BPD only makes it worse. his relationship with Tim is already strained as it is, with the latter trying his best (as much as a man with anger issues can), and his relationship with Brian being almost entirely carried by the older man.

and his relationship with you, oh his sweet vogel, his darling dove— he doesn’t know what to think of it. some days he lets loose around you, tickling you and blowing raspberries against your cheeks, and others he’s withdrawn, curled up into a ball in his bed, and so you dive in with him, nuzzling him against his sheets long overdue for a change.

but if it’s neither of those, he’s lashing out. sometimes you can’t even look at him when he walks into the room bringing dark clouds over the atmosphere. that’s when you know you can’t look up at him.

and when you make the mistake of looking up, your smile meets a scowl.

“what are you looking at.” he’ll spit, and then storm off, as if he can’t stand your eyes on him.

and it’s true, your eyes gaze at him with such gentleness, he can’t bring himself to stare back sometimes. especially when he’s in a bad mood, because he breaks inside as he sees his own eyes burn the love in your eyes, reducing them to ashes of fear.

“vogel,” he’d whisper at night, lying next to you in your bed. “i’m sorry.”

he apologizes so much and so often you no longer make a big deal out of it, but this time, his soft whisper is laced with such heavy guilt, your arms move before your mind thinks, pulling him into a soft embrace.

oh, but this bad mood is nothing compared to his jealousy.

Jeff gets close to you? Jeff is suddenly on the ground, blood leaking from his head and EJ hurriedly dragging the former away, admonishing him about not messing with Toby’s precious human.

Tim comforts you about Toby’s outbursts? suddenly he’s against the wall, Toby growling and spitting in his face. if he can’t be there for you, then no one else gets to be there for you either. though, he knows this is selfish.

if he could help it, he’d let you go to whomever you wanted for comfort. but oh, his heart aches so.

and his jealousy is nothing compared to how angry he gets at himself, bashing the walls of the manor, crying out at night, because he can’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend.

he doesn’t know this, but you’re in a corner too, muffled sobs, tears, nose dripping and all.

so at night, you crawl back into bed before he notices you, and lie awake till he comes back.

as his breathing settles and his snoring begins, you hug him just a little bit tighter, your sweet vogel with broken wings.

ben

you have to admit, BEN is really, really freaky.

in the way he plays his games, the way he treats his archnemesis Jeff, in bed—oops.

but particularly, in the way he seems to have an endless tolerance for things that would usually upset someone.

he just. fucking giggles.

“aww, my sweet Y/N is so cute when she’s mad~”

context: he pissed you off and you’re currently in the middle of admonishing him with your whole heart and soul.

conversely, you’re the one who gets mad right back at him.

within the hour, he presents you with a tiktok with two cats that says: me when i’m venting and all my bf does is make jokes

he cackles to the ends of the earth and proceeds to make even more jokes

frankly, when the topic of frustration comes up with BEN’s name in the same sentence, you pretty much just think of him being the frustrating asshole in the relationship.

“BEN, give me my fucking phone back.”

he’s dangling it over your head, using the fact that he’s a floating apparition that can somehow interact with physical objects to his advantage.

once, you got so frustrated at him that you cried.

thankfully, he had the decency to pause, panic, and reflect on his actions.

“oh.” five seconds passed and your crying didn’t get better (what did he expect?). he repeated himself. “oh.”

“actually say something, you idiot!” you sobbed. and this is what snapped BEN into action. (you can’t believe you actually had to tell him to comfort you.)

“oh.” then he realized he’d just been saying “oh” like a broken record. “um.”

so he wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito, and holds you close to his chest.

“i’m sorry.”

“promise not to do it again?” you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“…i can’t promise.” you can tell he’s holding back a cheeky grin.

you whine and hit him lightly.

but you know very well that he loves you; this frustration merely comes with him as a package.

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character-kai · 3 months

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Weird (creepypasta only) headcanon but I feel like the mansion changes based on who lives there and their needs. It’s ever growing, changing, and it never quite looks the same. I feel like the mansion would kind of be an extension of slenderman in a way, and maybe even a living entity itself. Of course I’m draw to a kind of ‘House of Leaves’ like concept, but I also feel like it might be reminiscent of the house in What Remains of Edith Finch, or even the Winchester House. Abandoned rooms of long forgotten proxies locked away, their history only to be left to the imagination. Hallways that seem to go on forever, progressively getting more decrepit and dated as you head deeper into the bowels of the house. The victorian architecture remains characteristic throughout the building, but certain areas seem to change in style slightly. The stain on the woodwork suddenly changes tint. The ornate details on the mantle and plethora of twisting staircases seem to change artists every so often. And every carving, painting, or sculpture of a person seems ever so slightly off. If you were to bring a piece of art with the portrait of a loved one, their face would morph so slowly over time to resemble someone else that you may never even notice. The man in that photo isn’t your friend, he never even existed in the first place.

#holy shit sorry #I just kinda got going on a minor little prompt and didn’t stop lol #the prompt in question was just asking if the mansion would have asbestos…#slenderman #creepypasta #slender mansion #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fan art #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanart #ben drowned #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #laughing jack #ticci toby

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s1ckh1mb0 · 7 months

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You dread this day every year… your birthday. Each year it just seems your family finds a new way to disappoint you. They’ve never done nothing big at least getting you a cake, but to just full on forget it, that shit hurt you. At least hoping for a happy birthday but instead you awoke to everyone doing their own thing not even acknowledging your presence. Just like they did everyday. Giving them the benefit of the doubt you waited in your room patiently for them to come see you. You waited and waited and waited till you checked you clock to see it was already night time. Surely they’re coming right? You thought that until you checked outside to see their car gone. The tears that you held in all day couldn’t be kept any longer. You know you meant nothing to them but for them to go this far hurt like hell. Not your family nor friends contacted you all day. That was until you checked your phone one final time to see a text message to come outside from none other then your boyfriend. Once you did you were shocked with how many bags of gifts he had. The only person that remembered truly had your heart.

Angel dust, Nagito, Korekiyo, Ben drowned

#fanfic #x character #x reader #spotify #x black reader #x black male reader #x male reader #x black plus size reader #angst #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #daganronpa x reader #nagito x reader #korekiyo x reader #creepypasta x reader #ben drowned x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader

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grvyrd-drms · 8 months

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as someone thats been abused and has issues with mood and personality disorders, people who write all creepypasta characters as abusers irk me so badly. it's literally just feeding into the idea that people with mental illnesses are horrible little creatures who only care about themselves and can't handle relationships (platonic and not).

like yeah you can think whatever you want ig, but also at one point you gotta realize that if all of your writing consists of making these characters abusive rapists while you acknowledge their mental issues, it makes people with ptsd, schizophrenia, bpd, bipolar, did, all the shit creepypasta characters dealt with, all kinda look like unstable shallow abusers 💀.

like i had an abusive father, was bullied severely, and have bpd, but i wouldn't rape and abuse people, so why would toby????

does anyone get what i'm saying here cause i'm trying SO hard to get my message across lol.

#sorry this is such a rant #im just so sick of it lol #plus why would you???? fantasize about getting abused???#or raped???????#thats so fucked up and not in the cool awesome edgy way #creepypasta #jeff the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #eyeless jack #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #fanfic #slenderman #ben drowned

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stephaniebrownslover · 8 days

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MY MAIN CREEPYPASTA AU

Guys guys this is kind of my biggest AU project so far,.

I was wondering why I can't write a nice and long fiction like everyone, and I think I found one of the reasons. It may be that I have so many AU's.

So I decided to create a basic base AU. You know some of my side AU's, and while they'll also exist, but there are no such AU of mine where I can say "oh yeah, this is like that.".

Every time I write a fic, I design a different past story or something for the character or change the details, so basically in my AU, I can't say Clockwork doesn't like this or something like that.

So I'm doing something like this so that I won't have to go experience this anymore.

Again, there will bestories where I change these details and so on, but I will try to stick to this AU most of the time, no matter how difficult it will be for me at first.

So that's why I won't give details like ficlets, saying things like this will happen, that will happen, and I'll probably do background information or something instead.

This is what happened when I couldn't decide between 2-3 ideas for a character, but I finally decided to take a hand to fix this mess.

Maybe this AU will be used only in 1-2 stories, and I won't use it any more. I don't know, so it depends on whether I like it or not and my indecision.

I know that Masky and Hoodie are not in creepypastas, I will try to use them in a mixed way of creepypasta and Marble Hornets.

DEATH TO TWINK MASKY!!!!!!

Offenderman doesn't exist in this universe because I hate him for being pedo and rapist. Don't come and try to defend him to me.

Also I'm starting out with the idea of designing a main AU and I'm waiting for your questions whatever you want to ask!!!

I'm going to make separate posts or something to answer questions, and I'm going to try to create a past story about the characters by trying to use the order I wrote here.

WARNING: I don't think about sticking to canon in most things, because the characters' stories are really bad and cliche and need to be rewritten. So if this AU is not 'realistic', you may not read it, I'm not forcing you to read it.

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Main characters

-Jeff The Killer

-Clockwork

- Hoodie

-Masky

-Ticci Toby

-Eyeless Jack

-Jane The Killer

-X-Virus

-Nina The Killer

-Kate The Chaser

Total: 10 characters

Main supporting characters

-Homicidal Liu

-Sally

-Ben Drowned

-Puppeteer

-Zero

-Nurse Ann

-Bloody Painter

-Judge Angels

-Mary Vaughn

Total: 9 characters

Supporting characters

-Lulu

-Laughing Jack

-Nightmare Ally

-Kagekao

-Rouge

-Jason The Toymaker

-Laughing Jill

Total: 7 characters

Background characters

-Slenderman

-Emra

-Dr. Smiley

-Cat Hunter

-Zalgo

-Weeping Forest

Total: 6 characters

The sum of all: 32 characters

You can ask questions and things you are curious about my ask box as anon or yourself, I will make a post about it!

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nightfang22 · 10 days

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Okay so unpopular opinion (maybe?) but I am so in love with the way the creepypasta fandom has evolved from uwu soft baby boi to like cold blooded killers who truthfully portray their disorders and issues.I’ve seen lots of people talk about how it glorifies abuse but I don’t think that’s true.Like these characters were designed to act this way.We’re just sticking to the script now.I think it also helps people who have said disorders who are also in the fandom.

#autistic #autistic positivity #fanfic #masterlist #minors dni #fanfiction #creepypasta #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #ben drowned #masky marble hornets #tim masky #mh masky #creepypasta masky #hoodie

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keis-slut · 21 days

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pervert|b.drowned

CW: VOYEURISM, SEMI-MUTUAL MASTURBATION, OVERSTIMULATION

Third Person POV

he’s had his eyes on you anyway.

he watched everything you did.

he knew your schedule by heart,

when you’d have to work, when you went to see your family, when you had your meals.

every little move,

every time you’d change clothes, every nap you took, every stupid dance party you’d have by yourself in your room.

oh.

and every time you’d have people over.

he’d be so jealous, so infuriated that he couldn’t just crawl through the screen right then and there to stop you from being with them.

well…he actually could, couldn’t he?

but then what would you think? what would you do?

he didn’t want you to hate him, he really didn’t want to scare you either.

he needed you.

just the way you were.

but he wanted to stop every interaction you’d have with anyone else but him.

to stop every side glance one of your guy friends would give you when you wore a revealing shirt, or bending over in shorts.

to stop every hand, leg or shoulder that touched you just slightly.

why’d they get to have this with you, and he can’t?

hangout with you, see you in person, touch you.

he hated them. everyone who stuck around in your life, he wanted to be them.

no, he wanted to be the only one.

he wanted you all to himself, all to his sick and twisted fantasies, for all the crazy and disgusting things he wanted to do with you,

do to you.

you were a walking wet dream for him.

and one thing he did get with you though, that no one else did,

was when you’d fuck yourself.

how perfect this was for him.

oh, your desperate whines and moans like music to his ears.

smooth like butter, but sometimes getting caught in your throat when you’d do something just right,

that was his favorite.

he would listen and pay attention to every sound, every octave or pitch your voice would get to, and he’d know just what each of them meant.

your whines would grow higher as you were closer to finishing,

your moans would turn into deep, low sighs when you found the perfect spot.

his eyes glued to his screen as it showed you through the camera of your pc, all sprawled on your gaming chair.

it wasn’t a perfect view of you, but it was still just enough to get his shorts pervertedly tight as he licked his lips in anticipation.

every time he hears you moan, or cry, whine for your own release, his long pointy ears would twitch, and hot to the touch along with his cheeks.

he would practically drool at the sight of you.

seeing the way your toy would disappear into your pretty cunt, pulling it back out as a white ring painted the base.

such a pretty cunt, he would love to see just how delicious you’d taste, how good you’d feel.

he touched himself to the thought, to the view of you all messy on your chair, desperate to get off.

sometimes he’d cum more than once, he’d cum so fast just fatisizing about you.

he didn’t care if he overstimulated himself to keep up, he wouldn’t stop until you did.

he watched you throw your head back on your chair, hair all tangled and falling in your red face.

he shifted his legs to get a better grip, his waist bucking as he fucked his hand at the same rhythm your toy fucked you.

he had lost track of how long you’d gone at it, how long he was chasing after you going at it.

his cock had become so sensitive, he almost didn’t know whether he hated it or enjoyed the feeling way too much.

how many times he’d cum this time, he felt as if he’d beat the record.

reaching his third? maybe fourth orgasm?

he was so needy, so tired, his body twitching along with his cock.

“c’mon, baby…c’mon”

he cried to himself as he watched you shake and tense, knowing that you were close again, and so was he.

he whined and begged for you to cum, as if you could hear him through your screen.

his skin felt sticky, and his forehead was cold as his bloody tears stained his already red face.

“fuck, yes, fuck-!”

you both finally came at the same time, little did you know, with his body violently shaking and glitching as he heaved to catch his breath.

he sat back in his chair, watching as you drop your toy to the side, yours legs twitching occasionally.

he sat and thought,

one day,

maybe he’ll tell you.

#smut writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #smut writer #writer stuff #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #smutwarning #creepypasta smut #creepy pasta #creepypasta #ben drowned

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Dating BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: I've suddenly got inspiration to write dating headcanons/imagines for the creepypastas, so… requests are open, I guess (but I won't write smut) 🙃 This is based on the original first arc (The Haunted Cartidge) written by Jadusable, so there's no mention of Moon Children and BEN's still the antagonist and not a victim 😎 I love writing for BEN Drowned... my fave Creepypasta 🙃

🎮• So, you found the Majora's Mask cartridge and started playing it on your N64. Everything about the game is horribly wrong, and there's the Elegy of Emptiness that keeps following you around. Wherever you go, he's following you, even if you don't notice - from the top of buildings, hidden in the shadows, or just straight up in your face. It's unnerving, to say the least. That, and the things he says.

🎮• All too familiar lines like "You shouldn't have done that," and "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" but then there are other odd things on black screen scenes, like "There is beauty in your suffering, but there is so much more," and "You need me more than you'll ever realise..."

🎮• BEN kind of likes toying with you to see what reactions he can get out of you, as he does have quite a sadistic streak in him. But instead of just terrorising you until he gets bored and then going to find another victim, he enjoys just watching you, staring at you with empty, observant eyes. He watches you while you sleep for hours at a time, mesmerised and somewhat confused by what makes you stand out to him. It's not just because you're pretty, it's something much more than looks. It's just... you.

🎮• Hidden inside your computer while you go about your day, or playing with the electrics when he wants to remind you he's there. He's obsessed with the little decisions you make, the way you look, and the idea of you being, well, all his. It's extremely hard to have secrets or privacy, because BEN doesn't believe in that. He can read your expressions easily, or what you might say before you say it, almost as if he's reading your mind. So there's no way to lie to him and get away with it.

🎮• When you go to school or work, you notice that the annoying ones who used to pick on you and all have suddenly gone quiet, only giving you wary, wide-eyed looks every now and then. The next day, there's no sight of them, and a missing person poster is up soon after. You have your suspicions immediately, and go straight onto Cleverbot when you get home:

BEN... Yes, what happened to him? Cut it out. I know you're there. Where? You killed her, didn't you? She didn't deserve that. I want you to stop. Just, please? Stop? Why would I do that? They lost the game. Besides, you're much more important. Why? Because. Because what? I choose you. Don't you feel safe? I don't know. Not really? You will.

🎮• BEN isn't kidding though. You'll never have a lasting incident with someone being horrible or being in a dangerous situation. He's always watching, extremely protective and possessive. You see more of that when he reveals yourself, which is after you'd injured yourself slightly somehow, and after a short struggle of trying to patch yourself up and stop bleeding, the TV glitches, crackles and opens up from the inside like a portal.

🎮• You almost have a heart attack as you can only watch as a boy with deathly pale skin, hollow black eyes and intense red pupils steps out casually, a look of amusement as you grip the chair you're sitting on to try and ground yourself and make some sense of the situation. It fades into huffy annoyance and almost unnoticeable concern as his red gaze flicks to your wound.

🎮• "You shouldn't have done that."

🎮• "Well I-" You don't get much of a chance to say anything, because in less than a second he's right opposite you, making you flinch back in surprise as a cold, glitchy hand takes the supplies out of your own and does an exceptionally good job of wrapping it up. His messy, snowy blonde hair tickles your skin as he looks up, sending chills down your back as his inhumane eyes lock onto yours with a playful, dark smirk.

🎮• "It's rude to stare."

🎮• BEN can be absolutely impossible by the things he says sometimes, and he loves watching you frown in frustration and try to get back at him. Ever since he first appeared in a materialised form to you, he does it more often, and you get used to the unnatural sight of him as he pops out of screens into your home whenever he feels like it, crashing your websites and snickering when you get annoyed because it didn't save some of the work you were doing. But the way he 'has fun with you' isn't all malicious and threatening as it is with the others, it's more playful and teasing. If anyone else does the same, he'll scowl and their phone will give them a harsh electric shock.

🎮• It doesn't matter how much you try to tell BEN you can look out for yourself and he can lighten up a bit when you're around others, he's still going to be watching out for you with a slightly overprotective mindset. In his mind, your 'friends' and those around you aren't as deserving or worthy as you are for pretty much anything. He doesn't pester you with the questions of where you were and who with, since he already knows, but isn't above mentally torturing people who seem like trouble until they go away.

🎮• He can also be kind of clingy, but in his own way. BEN doesn't give you much of a warning when surprisingly strong arms make you slide onto his lap while you're sitting and doing whatever it is you're doing in your room, or fiddles with your hair and examines your body and face like a curious painting. He stares a hell of a lot too, which is another thing to get used to. Hugs are often initiated by you, and he'll never push you away, though he's not that used to it. BEN will grumble under his breath if you cuddle him with a content grin, but you know he's enjoying it really.

🎮• BEN's possessiveness is shown by his like for marking you up, which he does pretty much whenever he gets the chance. He smirks roughishly as you jump at the sudden feeling of cold lips sucking and biting down on highly noticeable places of your skin on your neck and even your arms. If you ask him with those big eyes to do it somewhere that's less noticeable, he'll roll his black and red eyes dramatically, as if you're asking for the impossible, but do as you say anyway.

🎮• You can never just kiss BEN when you leave or something. He'll draw them out into heated makeout sessions that he only stops when you're gripping onto him tightly with shaky breaths, where he'll grin and wink at you before disappearing. Jackass.

🎮• He shows his crazed, obsessive love by getting you whatever things you want or have mentioned by shoving them through random screens' portals to where you are. BEN enjoys playing video games with you too (obviously) where it's entertaining to see you annoyed at him beating you all the time, but then cute when he messes with the game to let you win sometimes. His soft side comes out when you're upset or need comfort in a non-violent way to whoever could have caused it. No words are said, just cool arms around your middle and the thoughtful boy tracing shapes on your skin and enjoying the unfamiliar sense of peace he gets with you in his arms.

🎮• Dating BEN Drowned isn't the easiest relationship to be roped into, since he does have a fair few past experiences that have scarred him emotionally and made him who he is (quite literally). Bit by bit, he'll tell you things, showing you that you're earning his trust, and you can absolutely trust him. Because, for once, he doesn't want to hurt someone. He wants to care for them. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all.

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miss-atena · 5 months

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After a while of trying, I ended up uninstalling Twitter again. That app is not for me lmao.

On the other hand, though, I am feeling quirky and want to make a new HCs post of creepypasta. So...

Creepypasta characters soft spots*

Featuring: Jeff the Killer, Jane Everlasting, Nina the Killer, Homicidal Liu, Sully, BEN, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Laughing Jill, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker

* bear in mind I make them a tad bit fucked up in the head, so beware (though it IS Creepypasta)

Tw: slightly graphic canibalism description, mentions of abandonment trauma, canon like control freakiness on Jason's part

Jeff The Killer - expressiveness and not being easily intimidated

Jeff is a pretty... Expressive guy, to not say a huge asshole with a big ego. And even though he might not say it, he does admire someone being expressive. It took him a long time (and a mental breakdown) to start expressing himself how he wanted to. If he meets someone that is expressive be it verbally or physically, he will end up circling around them more often than others.

Hand in hand with that, if the person is not easily intimidated and has the courage to talk him out of his mean comments, he might as well ask to be friends with them. As much as he denies it, he enjoys not scaring someone by being himself from time to time.

Jane Everlasting - housekeeping skills and good music taste

Jane is not the easiest person to get along with. However, if you know how to work a stove, and knows that x product is better at cleaning windows than y, she finds than entertaining. She misses Mary so much, and having someone that reminds her of Mary, it warms her on the inside.

This is more of her being a bit of a nitpick, but she despises having to deal with screamo or those techno songs. She deals with it too much from the others, so having the chance to listen to classic romantic ballads, or some soft Jazz while reading a book, by her fave person's side, and not having a complaint at all? That's a dream. One that seems so far away to her reality, being near so many emos

Nina the Killer - foot on earth and alternative fashion

If you stayed even 5 minutes with Nina, you would understand why she appreciates someone hard on reality. Nina is easily enthusiastic and also impulsive as fuck. So having someone to keep her from breaking the whole house down, or to make sure she doesn't throw someone out of the second floor window, it really helps her out in the end, and she knows it.

Nina, although she is slowly getting better at keeping this down, is still a bit obsessed with Jeff, so alternative styles like emo and her beloved Scene style, it makes her feel like she is right up her alley. She would pick matching fits for you two, and also make a whole blog just for pictures of you two with very 2000s core stuff. Plus: hot topic dates.

Homicidal Liu - respectfulness and good cooking skills

Liu has gone through a lot of traumatic events, all his life. Some he holds the memories, after alter fusion, and others... Not so much. But what he does know is that disrespect towards his person, and what he has gone through, is something he doesn't want to go through never again. So being respectful, in the sense of not narrowing him to DID guy, or to murderer, it makes him genuinely happy.

Liu misses his family, even though it wasn't the best family. It's been 11 years since he lost all his family, so sometimes he will try cooking food that his parents used to make. However he... Is not the best cook. He tries, he really does, but it's not his thing. So having someone put the time and effort to do this small act, of cooking him the food that he misses since a teen, it makes him have butterflies. Plus, seeing his lover in an apron sounds cute in his mind.

Sully - strong morals and dark humor

Sully may share a body with Liu, but he is still his own person, as an alter. And most importantly he is the system protector. It is his role to make sure no more trauma is suffered. So, having a lover that understand that and agrees with him, it is a sight to behold to him. And most importantly, having someone that understands and respects the boundaries he puts, which are many, is important for him.

Now... The system is rather small, and so Sully is a trauma holder alter. But... His method of coping with that trauma is mostly through dark humor. Jokes about his trauma done by him or the body, is the way he knows how to cope and, in his eyes, not turn into a monster like Jeff, which he despises. Having someone letting him indulge in his not healthy but necessary coping mechanism, and even joking around with their own problems, it ends up in a great pair for him.

B.E.N._drowned - Sass, nerdiness and night owl

BEN is not really a human, and although he sometimes can be very human like due to the Moonchildren Souls, the one in control is still the Behavioral Environment Network. So he has the power to be as mean as he wants and not feel remorse. Though as a behavioral AI, he can react in many ways depending what his code finds most fitting. He didn't start liking sass, but after being around Jeff and collecting data to act based on that, besides the souls, he ended up sassy, and enjoys now having sass thrown back at him. It is a familiar environment, which is something he sometimes need.

He is based around on TLOZ, and his souls had that common interest besides other games, so of course he wants a gamer to fit with him. He doesn't sleep, so having someone also be a night owl and stay the whole night spending time with him, letting him learn their functions and behavior, it makes him enthusiastic, as much as malevolent code can be.

Eyeless Jack - Patience and a hard stomach

Jack, different than a lot of the others, didn't want to be here at first. And as such he isn't the easiest to approach, sometimes being plainly reclusive, and others being aggressive. Having patience but still perseverance to approach him at his own time, and let things go in his time, it makes him trust you even more.

Jack, as we all know, is a human eating being. Not sure cannibal is the right term since he isn't a human anymore, but I'll use it for now. As a cannibal, it is not easy to be around him sometimes. He is not afraid to eat in front of others if needed, or to harvest organs out of a human carcass. If you can endure at least the putrid smell of organs and blood, than you will find EJ to not be he worst to be around.

Laughing Jack - playfulness and clingyness

LJ is, as we all know I assume, a clown! So what would I clown like to be around? People who know how to have fun, of course! Playful battering, joking around, a good sense for a performance, this are all things that, summed by playfulness, make Jack feel alive. The feeling of succeeding at making his lover laugh till their cheeks turn red, it is a sight to behold to him, so having a good sense of playfulness makes things a lot easier.

On the other hand, Jack was once abandoned for years in his toy box. He grew to feel lonely, sometimes even around others. Having someone being close to him, even when not the best option to do so, and the feeling of being wanted all times. It does magic to the clown.

Laughing Jill - good sense of humor and optimism

Jill, like Jack, is a big clown lady and as such, she loves to make people laugh and have fun! She isn't the fondest of the more mean plays, but she does love striking jokes around, so having a good sense of humor is the best option of a pair for her!

Although she was made to be happy and make others happy, she can have negative emotions too. But having someone that will make sure to let her know that there is light at the end of the tunnel, and give her the care she gives to others, it is truly special for her.

Candy Pop - chaotic nature and being laid back

Candy is to an extent a genie like entity. And as such, they love to bring chaos, and distort stuff to their amusement. And as such, having someone that matches their personality is what they want. C'mon, who doesn't want to see what can happen if they inflate their head like a balloon? I do.

As such, someone strict to the rules, and someone that wants them to be in line at all times bore them if not anger them. They need some semblance of freedom. Being laid back, doing your stuff when they do theirs, and uniting forces to end get out of trouble, that's love to them.

Jason the Toymaker - size difference and art appreciation

Jason is someone that likes to feel in control of any and all situation. He is a manipulators, so making sure he is the one up top, it's what he wants ever and ever. Having someone smaller than him, it gives him a semblance of control, even if only illusory. It plays in his control freakiness.

As a toymaker, he is an artisan. He loves to create intricate toys, which are pieces of art in itself. Having someone that appreciates it and praises him for it, it boosts his already inflated ego. He might plainly squeeze you for your praises, as a thank you.

That's all I got for now, might do some others plus the proxies on another post.

Reminder that it is cool if you don't agree or like these, y'all can have your own opinions and it is very valid! This is how I like the characters (aka sick in the head).

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curse-you-slenderman · 11 months

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FIRST DOODLE DUMP OF THE ACCOUNT!!! followed by my cheeky little comments on em!

Let me just say that not all of these will happen, these are just for fun and for me to get a hang on the dynamics i want to portray, since i'm a visual sort of person.

let's start with doodles that don't include reader

Me? projecting? nono, why would you think that? anyways, these three, in the CYS universe are autistic. Will they tell reader? will i have the capability of writing their autistic traits correctly? who knows!

Someone is mad, so whoever he is talking to, they better shut up. I'll leave it to yall if this is the host or the protector of their system ;))

Snack time! Remember to always feed yoru canibal demon friends!

Funfact! BEN is the only character who has two entirely different appearances that reader will be able to see. This is because the ARG BEN is too good to go to waste.

I... I don't like Jane's hair in this one. it's decent, but not curly enough. Anyway, sibling coded characters bonding time!

Now for the moment yall been waiting for, THE INTERACTIONS WITH READER!!

Helen and I, express our love for someone by drawing them or stuff for them. Love me that.

Reader, let Liu forget his past plz. Since Liu, like Jane, are one of the less... psychotic of the bunch, it will be fun to see how he will interact with Reader and the similarities and differences from him and Sully

This was supposed to be a quick doodle, until i put a video of an hour and a half and basically rendered the sketch. It's cute tho! Tim is pinning hard in this one!

Rule: Don't touch the new person. LJ: haha, touching said person goes honk honk :o)

It's an interesting dynamic, really. She wants to protect you. Maybe there is a reason why, maybe don't. If you choose her "route" you may find out.

YIPPE I'M DONE! I've been holding away and adding more doodles for a while, and i wanted to share them with yall!

don't mind almost half of the x reader ones not having one of reader's most characteristic thing (the collar)

their designs are being worked as the time of this post, and i soon will show yall their official designs for the fic, but for now, have these!

whenever i'm done with the designs, you all are welcome to draw fanart! the tag is #cys fanart!

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hatchetno1 · 4 months

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hello hi wifi bet you won't do a scenerio where you're baking together with the pastas ‼️ I want messy ass kitchen shenanigans ‼️ who'd make a mess yet have delicious food? super clean but disgusting food?

if you don't wanna do this it's ok 🐧

hey penpen!! dw about it, since this scenario is a wholesome one i’ll try to write the wholesome fanon version of them so here goes

cw: wholesome. if you're looking for dark content, I'M SORRY word count: 482

toby would MESS THE FUCK UP like no joke the counter is full of flour there are chocolate chips everywhere. toby goes “CHOCOLATE CHIPS CHOCOLATE CHIPS—WOO!” it’s to the point you can’t tell if the whooping is real or if it’s a vocal tic.

the food you made comes out…decent. because all he did was just dump a full bag of chips into the cookie dough. no way in hell are you letting him touch the food. oh, but cleanup is going to be a pain.

ben can’t bake so he just watches you.

actually you don’t know if he can’t touch the stuff because he’s an apparition or if it’s because he just…doesn’t want to.

baking with ben is miserable. you cannot convince me otherwise. but he eats the food like a little bitch anyway.

bonus: he calls the whole mansion over to eat the cookies while you’re asleep so you have none left for breakfast/snacks tomorrow.

jeff… uh. i can see him absolutely torching the place. baking with him is barely baking, it’s more of trying to get him not to blowtorch the dough to bake it.

“y/n what if i blowtorch the whole thing” no. no, jeff. that’s not how it works.

but if you’re dating jeff, chances are you’re the type to let your intrusive thoughts win anyway.

there is no food when you’re done.

ej is actually decent!! he’s calm and collected and he knows what he’s doing. it’s more likely that you don’t know what you’re doing and he guides you.

oh, he stands behind you and gently holds your hands and guides you in kneading the dough, and you feel his breath on your neck and he says “yes, that’s it, darling. you’re doing so well.”

you’re too busy blushing by the end of it to actually savor the cookies. and all you can think of when eating the leftovers the next day is how he held you…

you’re saving baking with ej for a special occasion. your heart can’t handle this.

not sure if you want slenderman but i really cannot imagine him baking as the operator. but i did say it’ll be wholesome so here goes

slender’s tentacles basically do everything for you. “don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll do all the work. sit back and relax, my dear.” he reassures you that it’s not a burden and insists, but when you whine that it’s not fun when you don’t do it together, he lets up.

he still doesn’t let you do a lot of work though. but occasionally he’ll scoop up a bit of dough from the bowl and feed you, so you can’t complain.

if you decide to cheekily suck on his finger, he’ll chuckle.

“my dear, we can save that for later. it is unsanitary.” you pout as he washes his hands again.

the cookies come out delicious though. you can’t complain.

and he feeds you by hand. and you get to suck on his fingers playfully. you can’t complain.

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fandomfreakraah · 29 days

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Sneaking back into the creepypasta fandom. Thinking of making a cool project that is basically a "canon" creepypasta mansion thing. I want to make the personalities as canon as possible while also making their relationships with each other kinda fit in with their personalities. No, Masky/Tim and Hoody/Brian are NOT gonna be included bc MH and creepypasta are in totally different universes (and I haven't finished watching MH.)

Idk, what do you guys think?

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fanfic #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #ben drowned #idk just seems something cool to do #also its not gonna be any kinda x reader kinda thing

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s1ckh1mb0 · 8 months

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Hobie,Ben drowned, Mista,Connie

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thelaughtercafe · 2 months

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BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, and Doctor Locklear finding out their victim has a tickle kink

Tea Type:��Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: Dubious consent (for tickling only) in BEN’s, and Jeff’s- Liu and Locklear are established relationships so it’s different.

Suggestive speaking of tickling especially in BEN's and Liu's and similar suggestiveness surrounding fear/enjoying being scared in BEN's.

For Liu's there's threatening and violence, though what's directed at Reader is not from Liu or Sully.

There is a graphically worded description of violence involving eyes though, towards the perpetrator though it's not dwelled on too long and the intensity of the injury isn't described, just implied.

Pairing: BEN/F! Reader, Jeff/F! Reader, Liu/Sully/F! Reader, Locklear/F! Reader

Length: 6.8k+

Summary: The Creeps find out something interesting about their intended victim and decide maybe keeping them around isn't such a bad idea.

A/N: So looking back this is much longer than I realized. Especially BEN and Liu's! They're my faves, tied for number one so I suppose I went overboard haha. HABIT from EverymanHYBRID is right up there though in second place. I already continued the self-indulgent BEN lead in, while including HABIT and Liu in the mix so we'll see if I post it. If you guys have any interest, let me know and I'll post it if enough people want to see it!

Also, please let me know if you want any additional triggers added; I think I got them all, but just in case!

BEN Drowned:

BEN was nothing if not meticulous when learning all he could about his victims. While typically he liked to do all his research at the start, he felt like a change of pace with you, doing it in the moment could be more fun and perhaps frighten you even more as he could go by your most recent searches and documents. That never failed to add an extra edge of panic.

It was inevitable he would find your dirty little secret; especially in a document with no password and nothing to guard it save the word twordish.

“Foolish girl…”

He took in the information easily, and couldn’t help the sadistic smirk that lit up his face, fingers twitching with sparks.

“Not as innocent as you seem after all, huh?”

That good girl image you held was what initially drew him to you as prey but clearly…there was a side to yourself you hid from him. From everyone, in fact.

A part of you liked being scared, and therefore what he was doing to you. Memories hit him then. The blush that would frequently appear on your cheeks, eyes darting to the side, half sighs and even the occasional clenched thighs all made sense now when put together.

You’d recently decided to ditch your technology in an attempt to get rid of him, hence why he was looking for something to draw you back. Appearing in reality and making you frightened of things that aroused you, only to then turn that fear itself into arousal again made him ravenous.

It’d been so long since he’d had a victim perfectly suited to his love of fucking with their minds. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming underneath him, the fear that would fill your eyes, the tears…

He bit back a moan and sighed in much the way you had.

Oh, he couldn’t wait.

—–

That boy was definitely stealing glances at you. You were sure of it now.

You were at the library again, comfortable in your reading corner in a secluded room when a boy walked in. He wore jean shorts, black converse, a dark green hoodie and a matching beanie on a cursory glance.

You assumed he’d entered to look for a book in here and that he’d leave soon and returned your eyes to the book in your hands.

You flinched a little in surprise as he suddenly spoke, making you look up again.

“Mind if I sit here?”

His voice sounded older than you expected, in his 20’s for sure despite his shorter stature, but there was still a quality to his voice that called you back to childhood, an underlying playfulness.

It…made you uneasy rather than comforted for some reason though and you felt dread in you that wasn’t there before. Hmph. You’d just be a little more vigilant.

Still, you smiled and nodded, as you would for anyone else and he smiled back, before taking a seat and starting to scroll through his phone.

Your smile instantly dropped and you trembled a moment as memories assaulted you of that thing that’d been messing with you from every screen available. Another reason you picked this room. It was far away from the computer room and the only screen in the adjacent room was facing away, towards the library clerk.

Using your phone for contact was unavoidable, but you’d had it on airplane mode for ages now, only taking it off to check email and communication once a week before putting it right back on. Given you were putting yourself through college which was currently in the off season of Summer while you worked to pay tuition meant you only had one person to keep in touch with, your Mom.

The rest of the time when you weren’t working was spent here, in safety and solitude. Luckily, the boy’s screen was facing away, but you moved an extra seat away just for comfort’s sake before letting out a shaky breath and returning to your book.

It took a few minutes but eventually you fully relaxed again. Until the back of your neck prickled anyway. You risked a discreet glance up, and caught the boys’ rushing back to his screen. Once was a mistake. Twice, perhaps a coincidence. Thrice, maybe he was checking you out? But four times? Now you were full on anxious. The dread since he’d initially spoken to you was now a solid, immovable pit in your stomach.

You were debating how best to leave discreetly while pretending to read when he cleared his throat, much closer than you would like. You stood instinctively but he continued walking over until he was in front of you and smiled amicably. He seemed nice enough but why was your body screaming at you to run? Your gut typically wasn’t off…but it had told you to download that damned file in the first place so maybe you were just wrong.

You smiled back, just as innocently, tilting your head to the side.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just fine. I know this might be somewhat forward, but any chance you want to get some hot chocolate with me?”

That made you giggle.

“Hot chocolate huh? How old are you again?”

You found the tease coming easy to you and relaxed. So it really was just interest. Hm. In all honesty, he was your type. He was quite a bit taller than you despite being around average height, and his blue eyes were quite hypnotizing. His blond locks were messy but in that cute, wind tousled way and he had this roguish charm that was mischievous. You’d always been drawn to things she shouldn’t be. He was no different.

He pulled an offended face at your question.

“Who doesn’t like hot chocolate? Are you coming with me to the cafe or not smartass?”

He quipped, turning on his heel and walking towards the door.

You hesitated a beat and then you let yourself smile, following after.

“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’.”

—–

The walk to the cafe was comfortable and you found your earlier fears assuaged.

He made conversation easily; you’d asked what he was doing on his phone and he’d said he was using an emulator to play Zelda. You had fond memories of the series and found he did as well, leading to a lighthearted debate over if Twilight Princess or Majoras Mask was better.

The cafe was just as peaceful, with you both getting hot chocolate. It was summer, but you found you didn’t mind as he pushed you aside with his shoulder to pay for both of you. It didn’t take much to make you swoon, and he was well on his way at this rate. Respect was hard to find these days and he was being such a sweetheart. He was funny too and you seemed to have common interests. What was there not to like?

He motioned to the book beside you as you sipped your drink.

“So you like Becca Fitzpatrick? Can’t say I’ve heard of her. The cover is interesting though.”

“Yeah! I’m a lover of supernatural romances. Even guilty pleasure stuff like this…probably not the most healthy relationship. It’s about a fallen angel and a Human who fall in love, but Patch at the start; he uses his powers to mess with her pretty often.”

He casually sipped his drink before tilting his head.

“What kind of powers?”

“So far? Talking directly in her head, taunting her about intimate knowledge he shouldn’t have about her and her life, and messing with her memories. Making her think she’s crazy. He kind of almost killed her once already, but changed his mind last minute. It’s…toxic logically but as guilty pleasure fuel it’s hot. I guess. I dunno. I try not to think about it too much."

You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed about rambling and about such a weird ass topic only to hear him laugh.

"We all have our kinks right? I’d love to see your full collection back at your place. Think we could swing by if it’s close?”

You nodded at that, moving to throw out your now empty cups as you headed out with him following after.

“Yeah sure. It’s mostly supernatural romance though but I do have some video game art books you might like that I can lend you, long as you promise to take good care of them. I’ve got a really big game collection too."

Oops that slipped out. You didn’t want to tell him about your weird issues with tech. Not when things were going so well. Too late now though. His eyes had lit up as he asked excitedly.

"Oh cool, really? What’s your favorite?”

“The World Ends With You. It’s kind of indie but-”

“The one with Neku right? I love that game too! Most people don’t know about it!"

Your eyes lit up despite yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you were just talking about them and not playing them it should be fine.

The walk from the cafe to your house was short so the distraction was nice. You were half tuned in to the conversation half dreading his reaction when you headed inside.

“Alright here we are.”

You led the way inside, unlocking the door and headed to your room with him in tow. He closed the door behind him and looked around in awe.

"Woah. You’re definitely a gamer.”

Given you had a ps4, a Nintendo switch and a ps3 all underneath your TV at once you saw why he thought that. But then his brow furrowed and you braced yourself.

“Why is everything unplugged though? Even the tv looks dead."

A glance over at your laptop on the desk, very intentionally unplugged from the charger.

"Laptop too.”

Your smile was tight and anxious and you felt shaky.

“I-um-”

He smiled amicably as he turned back to face you.

“Don’t tell me you’re doing some tech detox! Those things don’t actually help you know; you’ll just get more addicted when you return to it later.”

He joked, and you felt like you could breathe again, laughing to hide your anxiety.

“Y-Yeah how’d you know?”

Just as you were about to confirm his claim a loud, and most importantly familiar beep rang out and you panicked, breathing already getting harder as you searched frantically for the source.

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible? Hey, are you ok? You’re awfully pale and jumpy all of a sudden.”

He touched your arm lightly and your gaze moved to him. That’s right!

“I-um-God. I have a confession to make but first can you please turn off your phone?”

You knew it sounded crazy, even to you, but you couldn’t risk it. You’d happily have gone along with the tech detox excuse but…but you couldn’t risk giving it an in again. Better to be safe and tell an outsider in a tech free environment.

“My phone? Uh…why though?”

“I promise I’ll explain but we’re not safe until-ugh I sound like a lunatic."

You hid your face in your hands for a moment, cheeks burning in humiliation and panic.

"You can leave if this is too weird. I know I’m not making much sense but I just-there’s a very important reason I can’t be near tech.”

A hesitant peek up and the boy was taking you in with such sweet worry…and then he sighed in defeat.

“…Fine. If it’ll really make you feel better and you’ll explain.”

He looked at his phone and then pocketed it after holding down the power button and turning it off. His gaze returned to you, expectantly.

“There. Now what’s got you so panicked? You love video games, that much is obvious. So why would you unplug everything like this?”

You still trembled. The fear lingered, along with hope. Finally, someone you could confide in.

“I’m-again this is gonna sound crazy but…”

A broken laugh escaped you.

“I have nothing else to lose, I guess. I’ve got some kind of awful…thing watching me.

His face screwed up at the very thought like he was offended.

"A thing? What, like some kinda hacker?”

You hummed, moving to sit down on your bed and fiddled with your fingers.

“Yeah. Kind of. But it’s more than that. See, if it was on one computer and my phone, that’d make sense. It’s what I thought at first. The calling me by name, the popups to scare me and chat with me where even more personal details were revealed…all that could be a hacker.”

You clenched and unclenched your hands as you swallowed nervously.

“But that wasn’t where it ended. It followed me. Any screen in my line of sight it’d taunt me. Send me pictures of myself. Display messages making fun of me for trying to escape. Even then. I thought…maybe just a really good hacker right?”

You risked a glance at him, and he looked down at you nodding encouragingly.

“Yeah. I could see it being some black hat who just…saw you as an easy target and wanted to really fuck with you. But something tells me there’s more.”

You smirked bitterly.

“…it knew things it shouldn’t. Like; things I’d never said aloud or confessed online; so no mic work or camera or internet involved.”

“That’s impossible. Maybe you did and just don’t remember?’

You shook your head.

"I mean…Gods I swear I head it in my head once.”

“Like Patch?”

“Yeah actually exactly like-”

“Like this maybe?”

You couldn’t help it. You yelped, and jerked looking around in fear, tears instinctively filling your eyes. You’d know that glitched, demonic in its deepness tone anywhere. It haunted your nightmares.

He looked at you worriedly, grounding you again with a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, come back to me! You good?”

He frowned seriously as your eyes refocused on him and you sniffled comforted by the kindness in his blue eyes.

“It just did it. It-it-I just- I don’t know why this demon is doing this to me.”

That was what did it. You looking up at him, teary eyed and desperate, thinking he was your knight in shining armor when really he was the monster in your closet all along.

He caressed your face softly, cupping your cheek so he could see every micro-expression and then he grinned.

“Because it’s fun. Why else?”

His tone was so sweetly gentle that it took you a moment for the actual words meaning to click and when they did you shivered.

“Tha-That’s not funny. I’m not playing around.”

He pulled back to swagger around the room, the same and yet completely different all at once, as he hummed.

“Hmm… shame. Feels like a game to me and a fun one at that. Y'know, I never did tell you my name, and luckily your cute romantic naivete ensured you went with it when I told you they didn’t define us. Why don’t you ask me again now that I’m ready to answer you?”

You shook your head, eyes flicking to the door as you tried to hold yourself together. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.

“No.”

You stood and despite expecting to be stopped you made it to the door. Exhilaration and adrenaline fueled you and as you went to open the door-

“Ouch!”

You jerked away as you were violently shocked the second your hand made contact with the doorknob. Your mind raced. When had you closed the door?

“You didn’t.”

You flinched and reluctantly turned to face your captor trying to put on a brave face as he smirked and cornered you against the door, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your trembling frame.

His entire demeanor had shifted on a dime. The sweet kind boy from earlier may as well never have existed. This person in front of you- no this monster looked all too amused at your fearful denial. But there was eagerness in his eyes too. More passionate than any he’s shown when engaging in your conversations before.

“You’re so easy to predict. I charged the doorknob when I closed it; did you like my little mind trick earlier too? Heh "

He snickered.

"The only way you’re getting out is if I open the door first. Now then…”

He tilted his head condescendingly, blue eyes seeming to spark with the demand.

“Say it. I know you want to know.”

You weakly shook your head and flinched again as he hissed at you, raising his voice a little and drawing closer to your face.

“Do it!”

“Fine! W-What are you?”

He pulled back to snicker, calm as if he wasn’t making you a frightened mess.

“Tsk tsk, what a different question than who but I suppose I’ll answer both since I’m feeling gracious.”

He met your eyes and you whimpered as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact.

“My name is BEN. But you already knew that little mouse didn’t you~?”

His voice was a coo and your cheeks heated despite yourself even as you were filled with icy fear at the confirmation. He even used that stupid nickname that always flustered you. No-one else would know that. You ached with the want to look away but he was way too strong. Pushing at his chest did nothing but make him throw his head back in light laughter.

“Ahahaha! Aww that’s adorable. Don’t make me pin your arms down darling, we were getting along so well earlier. Now! As for your other question. I suppose there is many things you could consider me. A virus, a lost soul, a villain, technically I used to be Human and those fools who know of me online call me legend, a Creepypasta but now, knowing what name you’d give me is what I’ll go by I think. What was it you called me? A demon? I can roll with that."

Your breath hitched as he leaned down cooing lovingly in your ear.

"After all you like demons, don’t you cutie? You can be my Nora and I’ll be your Patch. "

You scoffed and he growled low, demoni- cruel, and glitchy.

Yet you were so scared, so wound up over months of torment and anxiety that you just broke. Constantly being on edge and paranoid. Now you have a direct source to vent your frustrations. Of course it’d bubble over.

“Get off me you psychopath!!”

You raised your voice, something exceedingly out of character and pushed him back harshly, right into the corner of your desk, making him wince. A brief flash of surprise filled his face and then he was snarling, and advancing on you.

Luckily, you’d already used his shock to turn on your heel and go for the doorknob again and this time we’re successful. You crossed the threshold when a deceptively weak looking arm pulled you back as you struggled and tried to elbow him while his other arm held you to him with another arm resting casually against your shoulders by your neck.

"No!"

All pretense was lost and he laughed openly against the side of your neck, relishing your squirming as he easily kept you in check.

“You actually caught me off guard. Guess seeing me in the flesh is a little intense huh? Even made a weak little thing like you go for fight just for an opportunity of flight. I suppose now is as good a time to mention as any.”

His mouth moved to your ear where he whispered.

“I know your secret~”

You frowned, wracking your brain for anything else he could use as ammo but came up empty so you called his bluff.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

And then his fingers squeezed at your waist and you squealed and jerked in his grip and it clicked what he meant. But before you could voice it, he spoke up.

“Like this. Who’d have guessed a seemingly innocent girl like you would have a goldmine of kinks and scenarios for me to play with you with just waiting to be exploited.”

You shook a little, but this time the trembling wasn’t from fear alone, it was withheld arousal too, especially as you could swear his teeth, his fairly sharp teeth- grazed your ear and made you jerk, followed by his hiss in your ear.

“Guess you really are a tickle slut. You like fear too which is just perfect for me.”

Your voice was admittedly breathless as you stopped struggling, simply holding his other arm, positioned around your neck.

“What-What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to make you mine of course. I like you, so I’ve decided I want to keep you. I think you’ll find the arrangement to your liking, once you get used to the other inhabitants anyway. I’ll introduce you more intimately. I know you can get anxious in big groups so after your initial intro to everyone it’ll be smaller groups. And in our free time…”

You quickly descended into giggles as the hand at your waist spidered up and down your whole left side, making you squirm and blush. You were distracted so you squealed as his tongue brushed your ear, making you shudder in lust before a hesitant moan left your lips at the cruel and exhilarating words that left his lips. With no need to maintain a facade, his voice deepened and sounded twisted, glitching as he purred.

“I’ll take my time breaking you.”

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff would already be faltering. You’d been bullied for many a year by now. Of course, the bullies had already been disposed of, but Jeff was triggered heavily by the weakness he saw in you. He feels an odd sense of ownership.

When you flinch in your sleep and giggle, Jeff frowns in confusion from where he had been watching you while he grappled with his thoughts.

You mumble in your sleep, and his eyes move to your hands as you seem to try and push someone away before slapping the air, a grin and evident blush on your face as you squirm.

"Mike s-stop- quit ihihihit!! Damn it no! Not thehehere!”

Jeff experiences a brief flash that has him stumbling back a step and swallowing hard.

A much younger him, Liu, shrieking in laughter under his wiggling fingertips.

Right. Tickling.

Is there a weakness you don’t have?

He frowns in discomfort and quickly moves to dig into your sides, covering your mouth with his free hand to muffle your squeal of laughter.

As you struggle underneath him, Jeff glares as you eye him in fearful shock between gasps of forced mirth.

“Gods, you’re so pathetic. Yet another weakness I’ll have to train you to cope with.”

Right. Training. You could serve as a good partner if he worked you hard enough.

His voice is gruff, and he only pulls his hand away when you’re out of breath not moving from where he’s straddling your waist.

“Who…f-fhuhuhuck me- who the Hehehell are you?”

Jeff snickers immaturely at your word choice before he smirks.

“The man who saved you from those pricks sweetheart. Means you owe me and I’ll be takin’ you under my wing. You either come willingly or…”

He twirls his knife with practiced skills and watches you take in his offer, smirking with intent.

“I’ll take ya by force and tickle you more in front of all my friends, soon as we’re home.”

Homicidal Liu:

You’d always liked Liu. He was sweet, attentive, attractive; truly the whole package. You’d been getting closer to Liu for a few months now and despite Liu warning you that he had an alternate personality you hadn’t met you’d accepted him with open arms. At least now you knew why he’d been procrastinating on answering your request to date.

He’d looked so shocked as you threw your arms around him.

“You really don’t mind? Sully isn’t- he’s the opposite of how I normally am. He’s not exactly…palatable to most. He can be quite intense.”

You raised your chin confidently at that and smirked slightly.

“Well I’ve dealt with you when you’re being particularly needy- I think I’ll be okay. Besides; he’s a part of you. I’m sure I’ll come to love him too!”

Your confident declaration suddenly fell apart as you scrambled for the right words, going red.

“Ah-well I mean- if he would be okay with that obviously!! I’d never-”

Liu cut you off with a laugh and tugged you into his chest, lovingly nuzzling the top of your head as you mumbled defeatedly into his chest.

“I’m not very good at this huh? Sorry.”

Liu shuddered suddenly, a full body shake that made you pull back to look at him in worry. He firmly turned his face away from you, avoiding your concerned gaze before he was ready and clearing his throat as the tremors faded. He sighed in relief and smiled gently at you.

“Sorry about that love. Didn’t mean to make you worried. It seems Sully is a little too eager. I don’t want you meeting until we’ve been dating a while first. I…well.”

He looked nervous before his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Admittedly I want you all to myself. You fell for me first, not him. Can’t have him stealing my girl, even if he is a part of me.”

You couldn’t hold back your quickly growing smile if you tried.

“So that’s a yes? Thank you thank you thank you!”

You laughed, giddy as you hugged him so tight your new boyfriend nearly spun.

—–

It happened a month in, rather unexpectedly.

Liu had come to pick you up from work at the movie theater as per your usual schedule. Your coworkers already were familiar with him from your past months getting to know each other and he waved amicably to anyone he saw, chatting a few moments as he waited for you to emerge from where you’d gone to put out the garbage for the night. When you didn’t return after several minutes, his brow furrowed in worry.

He told your coworkers he was going to check in on you and they waved him off, distracted by their own closing duties. It was late, dark out and already, Liu was feeling anxious. He’d never liked the dark. Not after that night. He rounded the corner where the dumpster and hopefully you awaited and locked on a situation he never thought he’d see again.

Someone he loved, with a knife to her throat.

No-one would be taken from him again.

You meanwhile, were petrified. Tears swam in your eyes that you refused to let fall as the man currently holding you captive against him hissed into your ear.

“Here’s the plan sweetheart, you’re gonna lead the way inside with me and we’re gonna go right over to the cash registers. Take out every bit inside and bring it all out back here. All your little coworkers, the ones that are left anyway? They’ll be too scared ‘a me cutting this pretty neck of yours to do anything stupid.”

A deep voice you’d never heard before emerged, quickly followed by the love of your life. Liu had come for you!

“That’s my pretty neck actually, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let her go before I really get angry.”

Wait…no.

Green eyes, similar but distinctly different to Liu’s blue glared into the man.

A knife being tossed casually as a children’s toy as he flipped it effortlessly between his fingers when you knew well Liu let you do the cooking because of his phobia and it clicked.

“S-Sully-”

His eyes cut to you, sharp and biting for an instant before the man behind you laughed.

“Oh you know each other, do you? Lovebirds. How sweet.”

Your breath caught as the knife pressed in enough to make a line of blood trickle down the column of your throat. Your tears fell too, unable to keep them at bay as you bit your lip to stifle the sobs. Like Hell were you giving him that much. But still.

“But now ain’t the time to play hero kid. All the lass has to do is cooperate and she’ll be just fine. Once I get my just rewards I’m out of here and you can both be reunited at last.”

Sully appraised the situation, eyes still locked on you a moment more before that piercing gaze moved to your captor. He tilted his head with a strange smile on his lips before he hummed.

“Who’s playing hero? We both want something. I’ll help you get your money, you give me my girl. Seems a simple enough trade to me. How much were you thinking? 100? 1000?”

Sully threw his knife casually to the side as if it was trash and instead easily instead slipped out his wallet, beginning to flip through bills as both you and the captor were bewildered.

“Shit!”

Sully cursed as he dropped the stack of bills, rushing to pick them up, looking nervous and while the expression and clumsiness reminded you of Liu a moment you knew better. Liu scolded you for cursing when it slipped out. Huh. Seems you had a lot to learn about Sully.

He approached once he’d gathered all the bills and though the man tensed a bit his grip was loose. You were tempted to fight but you had a feeling…saw something in Sully’s eyes that told you to wait as he shot you a quick look.

“Is this enough?”

He held out one hand, filled with 100’s, hunched in submission with his head lowered and when the man couldn’t help himself and bent over your shoulder to look closer, slightly removing the knife a few inches from your neck Sully struck.

He lunged, his free hand holding the man’s head down forcibly; using your shoulder as leverage to better press his neck down and then instantaneously letting the money scatter as he reached his hand in his pocket a moment only to ruthlessly shove it straight into the man’s eye. Somehow, he was still alive. Screaming but alive and when Sully reared back his hand to finish the job, the man having dropped the knife in his agony and fallen on his ass, you shook off your shock to rush him and nearly topple him over in a bone crushing hug.

“Oof! What are you-he’ll get away!”

He hissed, trying to tug you off him but you didn’t budge, holding him tighter.

“L-Liu wouldn’t want this. I don’t either. What you did was enough please Sully, you already took his sight- he’s crippled and not going anywhere and I’m safe. Isn’t that enough?”

“No. For me it’s not. He was going to kill you. Ready, willing and able to rob you of your life…why should I not do the same to him?”

Your reply was simple and you pulled back to look into his eyes. They didn’t hold the same softness Liu tended to, instead expectant and frustrated.

“Because that’s too good for him. Think about it. He was going to make Liu be alone the rest of his life. Murder me in front of him. In front of you. Leave you a lifetime of Hell. Let him learn to live with a disability in a prison cell.”

He stared you down a moment and just as nervousness bubbled in your gut he pulled you in for a bruising kiss. You heard the crying behind you peak as one of Sully’s hands left you and jerked in his grip to try and see. He didn’t let you even as he broke the kiss. When you frowned disapprovingly at him he smirked, slow and measured.

“Well now. I think you and I will get along just fine. Don’t look so cross. ”

His smile widened, eyes alight with enough glee to make you shiver. His voice dropped just as it had when he’d first appeared, sounding almost demonic in comparison to Liu’s lilting intonation.

“He dared to not only take what is mine, but also had the gall to steal a sight for my eyes alone. You, vulnerable, with tears in your eyes. It’s only fair he lost his.”

A thought hits you suddenly and you can’t resist asking it.

“…You planned this from the second you came out of those shadows didn’t you?”

Sully smiles mysteriously before he sighs.

“It seems our time is running out. Ah, yes. Liu apologizes in advance for this, by the way.”

And just like that; Sully passed out, all of his weight going on you and nearly sending you tumbling to the ground. Luckily Liu recovered fast and blinked several times as he reoriented, looking around before hugging you tightly.

From there, the man now passed out from the pain was arrested and everyone vouched for Liu along with you, claiming it must’ve been self defense because he was such a gentle, nonviolent and calm guy.

Liu was ecstatic once the hectic night was over and you finally made it home, a little after daybreak.

“I can’t believe it!! Sully loves you!!! I knew he would!”

He peppered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and blush.

“I’m gonna have nightmares for weeks, but I confess I’m so glad I finally got to meet him. He’s so different to you, but he’s also my type. As if one of you wasn’t bad enough for my heart and libido both.”

“What was that?”

You stiffened as you realized the last thing you’d said and swallowed nervously. You hadn’t talked sex things yet but with Sully riling you up earlier it just popped out.

“Forget I said anything it really doesn’t-”

Liu made you turn to face him on the bed and you gasped as you saw one of his eyes was green, and the other blue.

“You really want to go there? You’re positive?”

You nodded shyly at Liu and jumped a little as Sully spoke up after a moment, all casual nonchalance.

“So does this mean we can finally make you come undone with tickling like you so desperately want us too?"

You gaped at him before moving to scramble out of the bed in your haste to get away, a nervous grin on already at the edges of your lips.

"H-How did you-”

Sully barked out a mocking laugh.

“Oh sweetheart you really are too trusting. I’ll have to teach you to delete your search history once you’re done on our laptop. You panicked and had a blush on your cheeks, slammed our laptop closed when we came home from work one day. Liu said to trust you but I confess I was curious and snuck a peek.”

His grin widened and his voice dropped to a husky purr as he stood, cornering you against the wall before cooing into your ear.

“Imagine our surprise when we saw what a naughty little slut you were being~”

“S-Sullly, Liu I-”

At your anxiety, Liu was already smiling and cradling your face, pecking your lips and you sighed, somewhat soothed.

“Don’t be scared baby. We love you, both of us.”

Sully agreed, voice more mature than you’d expect.

“Every part of you; including the cute kinky side.”

“I-It’s not cute…”

You grumbled a little, bright red and the sound of their laughter mixing into one was so beautiful you just had to raise your head to savor it. His expression was even better, and with the green and blue eye he sported, the pure joy on his face, you only blushed darker.

“Sorry love. Anyone who says they’re not cute, is adorable. Them’s the breaks.”

Liu cooed affectionately, hugging you and nuzzling the top of your head.

Sully chimed in after a few moment’s peace.

“So; what’s the deal Liu? Take turns tickling in 5 minutes increments to see who can make her either cry uncle or moan first?”

The smirk he shot your way was wolfish but the way your thighs clenched had Liu smirking too, albeit in a kinder way. He was older than you after all and given he was your first everything, along with Sully, he wanted to treasure every second.

“Deal. If I win I get a whole day with her alone.”

“Ditto for me. Better pray cause your weak ass technique-”

But Liu didn’t need his mouth to tickle and you soon found yourself laughing as he dug right into your hipbones without a trace of the mercy that was so characteristic of him.

You heard Sully scoff before reluctantly giving Liu total control but you didn’t really care who won.

All you knew was that you were incredibly lucky, had two stunning men to keep you safe when you were in danger, and one thing for absolutely certain.

There would be many more laughs in your future.

Dr. Locklear:

You pace nervously, awaiting Locklear and chewing anxiously on your nails.

He was late. Ever since that hang up saying “a situation had arisen” you’d been anxious. You knew you shouldn’t care. You should be glad, especially since you weren’t 100% sure if the victim he chose was really guilty without a doubt but-

You found you trusted him more.

Gods, what had he turned you into? Tears burned your eyes and you sniffled at the thought of losing him, rubbing at your eyes angrily.

Your door opened with a 'BANG!’ and the man of the hour waltzed in, flowers in hand which quickly dropped along with his smile as he saw your state.

“I’m fi-”

Yet he was already pulling down your hands from your face and gently wiping the remaining wetness himself, crystal blue eyes taking you in with worry.

“Who made you cry? It’s been mere hours since we last spoke who could have-”

“No-one that matters. I’m fine.”

You were dismissive as you could manage but he wasn’t having it, seeing through your half truths and bluffs as always and cutting to the heart of the matter.

“So me, then. Explain.”

His eyes and expression were both serious as he guided you to the couch.

You frowned and turned your face away, going silent.

His tone turned playful in response and out of the corner of your eye you saw his own hold a glimmer of playfulness, returning to his old self now that he knew you were unharmed.

“Ah, the silent treatment, hm? How am I ever to cope with such a thing?”

His voice was teasing and you fought a blush back with difficulty as you 'hmph’d’.

He made a show of tapping his sculpted chin before his eyes darted over to yours and you quickly looked away fully, not wanting him to know you’d been peeking.

Of course, that was what he wanted, if his enticing chuckle was anything to go by.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest, between his legs as he nuzzled into your neck.

“C'mon love of mine~ I can’t make it better if you don’t talk and I’d just hate having to make you.”

He sounded so gleeful. Stupid sadist. So much for fighting your blush. You were sure it was crawling to your ears by now-

“Oh? What have we here? Seems the blood has risen to your ears. How adorable. You must be really embarrassed for that to happen~”

His lips against your ear so incessantly had left you squirming a little in his grip as you fought back a smile, swallowing the urge to giggle.

“If you’d like me to stop, all you need do is talk my dear.”

You were tense as a spring, barely holding yourself together as he cooed, blew air and teased your neck and ears.

“Of course…I feel a trade off is in order as well. I made you cry so making you laugh feels like a fair retribution to me. Don’t you think?”

He began squeezing at your sides and exploring your torso and you were gone, trying desperately to curl up and hide your snickers and squeaks as he messed with you.

“You’re such a jehehehehrk! You k-knew what you were-nohohoho!!”

You whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder in mirth as he spidered his fingers ticklishly up your back.

“Of course I did sweetling. Intelligence aside for a moment, I’m a doctor. I touch people’s bodies and elicit all manner of reactions. Do you know how many people I’ve had to restrain so I can work properly due to over ticklishness? Too many. Now then, enough distracting. Unless of course…”

His nimble fingers picked up speed and danced their way into your underarms and ribs until you were kicking helplessly and laughing openly.

“You’d also like to see how mean I can really be.”

“Fuck yhohohohou!!”

He tsked despite the smirk on his face and shrugged nonchalantly.

“What a naughty brat you are. Such vulgarity too. I’ll have to add a punishment to your care plan~ Fine then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though, sweet. I’ll just have to replace those initial tears of fear with tears of laughter. Tickle tickle tickle~”

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