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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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ORAITYY! HELOO DEAR! I hope you are doing fine <3. I was excited to see that ur request for match-ups are open :] I would like to ask for creepypasta match-up please!

I am A Campaigner (ENFP) and The Adorner (EFVL) and 7w6. In depth i am book smart but gullible as well as dense. My sister calls me "idiot" sometimes when I am dense for somethings…hah. I like to study until at one point i would just stay up until 3 am. I also would even drink coffee after 12 am. I have a RBF and i act like I have apathy. But if I dont tbh haha. If anyone i love is in trouble or something similar, I would help them. You wanna argue? Ok sure.I will definetely debate my thoughts lol. I will stand up for myself and what i am fighting for. I am the eldest child therefore i am very independent. To a point that, even if i really need help i dont try to get it. That's the problem with me :P

Height: 159 cm

I have Generalized Anxiety and Body Dismorphia (more to my face actually). So basically, i get anxious a lot about some things and my looks. My personality, uhhh mostly people find me complicated. But to me, I am neutral chaotic, book smart, stubborn, very curious, brutally honest and I have a bit of a anger issue but I am chill tho. I like to study, draw, listen to mucic, watch Youtube and Twitch! Also, I like anime and a fan of BTS. I go to boarding school and i can speak Japanese and Malay. I play Archery. What do I where?? At home i would just where a T-shirt and a blue jacket and some cozy pants.

Stuff that i like: + tall pepol

+ foooood (homemade at shop-made lmao)

+ drinks (favs are coffe and colaa)

+ people who like to spend time with me in any sort if way

+ art

+ M U S I C (anyy) + my favourite colors are black, midnight blue and gold

Stuff that i dont like: + slow people

+ annoying people that waste my time (if they are annoying in a fun way then thats fine)

+ bugs

Appearence? @ brown eyes (dark hazel-ish?) @ dark brown hair (it looks like brunette-ish under sun). My hair is short and it looks like Lee Joo Young's haircut.

Zodiac: Aries, moon is Taurus, Rising is Aquarius. And i am straight.

Aesthetic? Dark academia, Grunge (modern and 90s- ish, E-Girl) RIGHT, thats all from meee. Thank you for your Time <3 TAKE YOUR TIMEE i dont mind :D

Your matchup is... Masky!

[Disclaimer, if you're coming from the tags, this is part of a special event I am holding from November 17th to the 21st where I am accepting matchups from all fandoms I currently write for. Feel free to check out my 1K celebration masterlist here for rules during the window this event is open! If it's past the 21st midnight USA central time, do NOT send me a matchup. I will have to politely turn you down. Sorry </3]

In General

I'm choking bc I read this last night and in my hazy mind said "heh, Egirls are ruining Masky's life" and well, here we are. I never fight my intuition when it comes to these things and uh-

Things He Likes About You

I feel Tim actually really likes your aesthetic style, hence the e-girl thing. Dark academia too!! Also, Aries. Yes. Your dark hair and dark eyes make him really happy, I think Masky likes people with dark hair and dark eyes, making him smile. The things that you like are things he's really into minus the cola, but like, everything else yeah. You're book smart which is something he admires, curious and your honesty makes him weak in a good way. But, the section I really want to go off in is down below.

You Two As a Couple

Coffee dates are a thing between the two of you. 100%, it's undeniable. You being gullible makes him want to protect you tbh. He does worry that you stay up late but like, hey he stays up late too tf. I think Tim likes debating too - but like, about stupid things like if mint if a valid ice cream flavor or is bacon belongs with pancakes not genuinely important things. He'll have witty conversations with you. He doesn't mind that you're independent but he's a bit of a worrywart himself, so, you might get smothered by him once and a blue moon. I think Tim has body dismorphia as well, so he understands how to help you get through the night. He's good at taking care of people he loves, especially you. Tim has a pretty good limit on his patience, so he'll get to know you just fine, but like, be kind with him too. The honesty thing might need to be softened every now and then?? Tim has a slight ego and it gets bruised EASILY. Likes listening to music with you and will absolutely help you study. He doesn't get anime or BTS, but probably likes BTS songs and just won't admit it. Will give you his clothes and stuff. He's not like - tall tall, but he's tall enough. Will make you food from time to time.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

Hi love bug, I read boarding school and I'm - I'm going to hope you're an adult/over 18,,,,,, bc otherwise- please not the hashing out again- I digress, hope you enjoy <3

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #creepypasta masky #masky x reader #masky headcanon

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kassilovesr5 · 6 years

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You’re My Music-(R5) Chapter 42-SUFFER

Note about you’re my music and meee: XX

Life update? What was there to tell except that it was a confusing time. Things had progressed to Riker and I being in numerous social situations together, and us having nothing but small talk. I, surprisingly, was happy with that. I just wanted things to be chill. I hated conflict, so pushing things to the side just felt like the easiest route. If I actually faced all of the questions that reared their heads I would never sleep from the consuming anxiety. What if he still has feelings for me? What if he doesn’t have feelings and is having all the sex he wants now? What I still had feelings for him? The fact of the matter was it was easy to move on when I didn’t face the matters at hand. It felt like we were on the track to being friends. All we needed was some time to let our feelings dissolve and that was what was happening if I had anything to do with it. It was a fresh day. I had felt better than I did in a long time. Rocky and I made a commitment to be healthier, so we got up at seven in the morning we went for a run to a local farmers market where they sold vegan smoothies. I was panting and running as fast as I could to keep up with his long strides. “WHY-Y…CAN YOU...RUN FASTER THAN ME.” I huffed as I tried to keep up. His face cracked a cheeky grin but he gave no response and sped up a pace more. “You have to be kidding me I’m the one who’s an athlete.” “You’re an athlete?” He grinned. “I swear if you try to be one of those douchebags who says dancing isn’t a sport I’ll kick your butt.” I sped up a pace more and finally sped ahead an inch only to be caught up with a second later. “I run a lot that’s all. It helps me think.” “You got a lot to think about?” “Lately yea, a little too much.” He was silent for a second. I saw sweat droplets fall from his face and his eyes look dead on at the paved trail ahead of us. As close as we were he never really opened up to me about what was going on in that thick skull of his. That wasn’t new. That boy never conveyed any of his thoughts to me and it was something that worried me from time to time. I felt like he was saying so much in no words at all. “You’ve got a lot to think about too.” “I have all of my thinking sorted I’ll have you know.” “Oh really? That’s why you’ve been acting so weird around Riker.” “I have not been! We’re finally getting back to normal!” “And what is normal for you guys?” I had to pause for a second before knowing how to answer that myself. My relationship with Riker had never really been any sense of the word normal. That didn’t matter though. I was set on rebuilding our friendship up. “We are two mature adults that have passed a phase in our lives. I don’t want things to have to change drastically because of it.” “Wow okay. Well if you think you’ve moved on then power to you! I’m proud. The dinner party won’t be weird tonight at all!” He raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t tell if that was Rocky reassuring me or testing me. “Nope, it won’t,” I said triumphantly. The farmers market was up about a block ahead of us and we were coming in hot. “Make you a deal winner buys?” “You’re on.” ** I stood staring at a rack of clothes. In the interest of trying to keep my life casual, I picked a purple, velvet, form-fitting dress with a small slit in the back. I slipped it on and checked in the mirror to make sure it looked all right. I fluffed the curls I spent an hour working on and added a touch of setting spray to my face just to keep it fresh. “HOLY CRAP!” I spun around the see the voice behind the expletive. “Is it awful?” I winced. There was no going back on the decision I made. “It’s gorgeous.” Rydel grabbed a chunk of the freshly died deep brown hair on my head. “I needed a change.” “I love the purple tint to it too.” We stood there for a second while Rydel examined my hair. I could tell she had thoughts that expanded past the color of my hair. She had that look in her eye. “What? What is it?” I edged her on aggressively. “I didn’t say anything.” “Yea, well you have that look in your eye. You’re thinking something just say it.” “Well, you look gorgeous. This dress is absolutely killer and your hair is amazing. You just don’t usually put much stake in these types of things. Is there a reason for all of it?” “No, I just wanted to look nice you know.” I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. There was no doubt she did too, I just couldn’t explain myself. “Okay, you won’t get more questions from me.” She smirked. “Now let’s go. I don’t want to be late to this fancy thing. Rich people are so cool, but they scare me.” After I finished laughing we gathered ourselves and walked out the door. The spurts of laughter calmed my nerves for less than a second and then I realized I was a literal puddle. I was oozing out with anxiety. My palms were glazed with sweat. ** The dinner party was nicely sized. It was mostly a networking gig. Renowned producers, a few choreographers, directors, along with some talent were in the mix. R5 was invited and the only reason I was going because this dinner was a hot ticket. Invitations had been sent out months ago, and the band was lucky to get a ticket. The amount of exposure I could receive from this dinner was priceless. That’s why I jumped at the opportunity to be Riker’s plus one. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity when we were still together. We hadn’t talked much in the passing days and now I was to be seated next to him all night. To make matters worse the point of the event was to get talent and producers alike to mingle. The band was split up all at different tables. Even though I sat at that table with two middle-aged producers, a television personality, and a Hollywood celebrity choreographer whose clothes were worth more than my life savings; I would have rather talked to them, than Riker. I was going to make a commitment. I wasn’t going to be weird. The dinner was going to be casual. I had no problem with being casual with Riker. I just had to get through dinner until it was the social hour where I could stand and mingle. “I’m a big fan of this bread.” “I can tell you’ve eaten half of the bowl.” The dry words barely fell out of his lips and he didn’t give me a glance when he spoke. “So, Riker how is the band?” A man around 50 dressed in a completely black suit asked picking up the glass of wine in front of him. My best guess was that this man was R5’s connection to the gig. Rocky told me previously that some hot-shot producer saw them perform at a music festival and was impressed. The guy introduced himself, said the band showed potential and just needed a few more connections to make it to the top. A few weeks later the band received the golden ticket. “Great. We got some really good prospective projects coming that I’m excited about.” The man hummed in approval. “If you ladies and gentlemen weren’t aware, this is Riker Lynch. He plays bass in the talented band: R5” “Nice to meet you, Riker, I’m Lauren Jennevive.” A gorgeous black woman with her hair pinned up, wearing the classiest black dress and a maroon lip reached her hand out to shake Rikers. She was so smooth and elegant. “And I see you got yourself a lady friend here. Don’t you two make a lovely couple,” said the man who got R5 the connection. He was admiring the golden name card that said “Guest of Riker Lynch: Rian Erikson. The name card was very dignified. “Oh, we’re not actually together.” He spoke. “Oh, come on, don’t be shy. You can’t be telling me there’s nothing going on between the two of you. I can feel the tension between you. Plus, you brought her to an event like this you must like her an awful lot,” a girl in her mid-20s giggled. I’d seen her on tv before; she was the host of a hit entertainment industry gossip show. “Well I mean we’ve had stuff in the past, but we’re just better as friends,” I spoke. It was concerning how chipper I sounded. Riker cleared his throat. “Yea something like that.” His face shifted to be very uncomfortable, but he looked at me and flashed a fake smile. The dinner might’ve been the most uncomfortable hour I’d ever experienced. More uncomfortable then losing a bet and jumping in the lake naked in front of my friends when I was 13. “Ladies and gentlemen if you’d like to join us in the grand ballroom for the social hour” Another elegant woman announced very smoothly. Riker mumbled thank God under his breath. The hour revealed we hadn’t made as much progress in our friendship as I hoped. “Nice meeting you folks, if you will excuse me.” Riker abruptly stood up. I got up and followed after him. “Riker, please wait,” I spoke. He turned around with such disdain. I would’ve expected his glare to be so harsh but instead, he looked so disappointed. “Can we talk.” “I need a drink.” He turned back around and walked up to one of the men wearing a tux holding a silver platter with glasses full of champagne. He intensely grabbed one of the glasses and it tipped it back. He let out an exasperated sigh when he turned around and I was standing there. “This champagne isn’t cutting it. I need vodka.” “Can we please talk.” “We just talked for an hour.” He rolled his eyes. “Things don’t have to be like this.” I pleaded. “Be like what? Awkward? You’re seriously kidding yourself if you think we can just be chummy and pal around. “I just think it would be for the best if we could be friends at least. We can’t avoid each other.” “We were together, and you left me, or did you already forget?” “You act like I just walked away from us. You know damn well why I ended us. I was just trying to be civil, so we wouldn’t have to be awkward forever. We live in the same house.” “I don’t want to be friends with you. The way you’ve been talking to everyone it’s like we had a fling and it was some sort of mistake. I get that you’re over me, you’ve made that pretty fricken clear. I am still in love with you, so if you don’t want to be with me, then don’t make me suffer” “You know our relationship meant something to me. I never meant to make you suffer, I left you because you hurt me.” “You get so emotionally detached that the first sign of conflict makes you run away. You try to ignore your emotions and it pushes everyone away. I get that I hurt you that was on me, but you didn’t want to work it out, you didn’t even want to hear me out. You wanted to run away because that was easier. You want me to play along and pretend that I’m over you too and that we can be friends, and everything will be okay. Well, I am not going to do that, because unlike you I don’t ignore my feelings. Let me tell you I wish I wasn’t still in love with you. Apparently, I might be a father, and all I can think about is you because my heart hurts so damn much. So please let me get over you, and just leave me alone.”