#marble hornets fanfic
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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
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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syg fanart of alexis and her tits cuz i’m constantly re-reading the story tehehe
p.s: for @itsabee and @13tinysocks :)!!
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"Nothing is wrong."
A Jaylex fanfic about Jay's reaction to Alex's change in behaviour during Marble Hornets, intended to be platonic :p
Jay's living room was dark, light shut off, and curtains drawn. The only light source came from the small TV settled on a shabby cabinet that Jay always worried would break under the slightest pressure. The screen displayed a scene from Fight Club, Jay could never get into it, but Alex always seemed to love it. With every change in scene or camera angle, Jay knew to expect a long and passionate rant about every detail of it, even obscure things that most people wouldn't know to point out after several watches. But this time was different. It had been different for a while. Instead of proudly speaking over the whole film, he simply sat there and stared at the screen, occasionally coughing or shaking slightly. It seemed as though he was disconnected from reality or in a weird trance. This wasn't Alex, or at least the Alex that Jay knew.
It had been a couple of weeks since Jay finally realised that something was wrong with Alex. Perhaps it was his frequent coughing fits, or his unpredictable temper, or maybe his constantly growing collection of tapes. Jay attempted to speak to him about it, only to be consistently shut down or brushed off.
"I just have a sore throat."
"I'm exhausted."
"You're thinking into it too much."
"Nothing is wrong."
As time passed and it continued, Jay struggled to figure out who Alex was trying to lie to. He worried that every time Alex had assured Jay he was fine or made an excuse, he was trying so badly to convince himself of that, that everything was fine, that he was the same person he'd always been. The thought tore him up inside. Was Alex okay? Was something happening? What could Alex possibly be hiding?
Jay's thoughts spiralled over the coming months, with Alex's worsening and concerning behaviour slowly consuming Jay's thoughts. Until it finally stopped, and Alex moved away, but not without leaving one last piece of himself. The tapes. The tapes he'd been so protective of. Jay struggled to cope with Alex moving away. It felt like he'd hit a dead end with someone he used to call his best friend. The thought of the tapes made his skin crawl, Alex's attitude towards them made him want to throw them out himself. What the fuck was on those tapes. Surely it was just Marble Hornets footage, right? Jay couldn't take it much longer and shoved the box in the depths of his wardrobe, hoping to forget about them.
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✯sharpsh××ter✯
outlaw masky(tim wright) x fem!bounty hunter reader pt1
sharpshooter - by M
synopsis: it's 1891, you're a bounty hunter & you've been tracking down a certain outlaw with a hefty reward on his head for two years, but when you finally catch him, you realize you may be way in over your head.
a little jig for you to listen to while u read :)
WARNING(S)!!
This is only part one!
Guns
Reader is kinda money hungry/money motivated
Alcohol
Psychical fights
Cursing
I'm horrible at describing terrain LOL
Pronouns aren't used on reader until part two, although words like wife/lady are used.
(this is supposed to be from a second pov)
Pet names (sweetheart, doll, honey, darlin' etc)
Reader isn't aware that tim is masky (it's explained later)
Breaking of bones
Mentions of crimes / crimes being committed (murder, robbery, etc)
This is more than likely inaccurate to that time period
Although the warnings may say otherwise, this is really just a silly little fanfic
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*BANG*
the saloon doors slammed open, followed by the sound heavy footsteps, along with the jingle of spurs.
You could hear as the footsteps got closer and closer, the feeling of anticipation caused your blood to pump faster.
you looked up from your glass, and looked at the bartender, whose hands were shaking ever so slightly.
???:"I heard you been lookin' for me"
you heard a deep voice come from beside you
You quickly downed the rest of your whiskey before you slowly cut your eyes to where the voice was coming from, to see the one and only...
Tim wright
✯(Age: 28
Bounty: 5'000
Crimes: multiple counts of robbery, extortion, and forgery)✯
you: "and who might you be?"
you looked down at your empty cup
you knew damn well you had been asking around town about him, but you decided to play it safe.
tim: "don't act like you don't know.."
he roughly knocked your cup out of your hand, causing it to hit the floor and burst
you turned your head to face him, annoyance apparent on your face.
you: "you wanna take this outside?"
your eye slightly twitched
tim: "what? you scared to lose in front of all these people?"
Leaning against the bar, he chuckled as he looked around the room
You leaned closer to him, your face inches away from his
you: "I didn't mean a fist fight, Tim"
you backed away slowly, and placed your hand on your gun holster
You watched as the realization hit him
He slightly hesitated before replying
tim: "alright.."
he sighed as he stood up from his seat and made his way to the exit, he paused in front of the door before speaking again
tim: "you comin' sweetheart?
you got up from your seat as well, hand still on your gun.
you saw the distressed faces of the people in the bar as you walked by.
tim: "ladies first"
He took off his black, dusty hat and held it on his chest as he bowed and he held the door open for you
you only gave him an unimpressed look
you: "you go right ahead"
he sighed unenthusiasticly as he stepped out.
you followed him, staying close behind him to make sure he didn't try to run off, which you doubted he would do.
You took a moment to look up at the night sky, which was littered with stars.
when you brought your attention back to him, you noticed he was staring at you, his brown eyes glistening under the full moon.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
You started to speak, attempting to ease the tightness in your throat
you: "on the count of five.."
he pulled back his coat to reveal a revolver
He placed his hand on it gently, he had this dangerous look in his eye, one that told you he would eat you alive if you weren't careful
everything went deafeningly silent, the only sound coming from your short breaths.
1..
2..
3..
before you got to four, you saw him reach for his gun
You quickly drew your colt, and shot him in the thigh.
He yelled as he fell to the ground, and fired a shot.
The bullet wizzed past you, luckily not hitting you.
tim: "DAMN!"
he winced as his blood spilled out unto the ground.
you walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, you looked down at him with a slight grin.
you: "cheater.."
you whispered to him
You twirled your gun around, so that you were holding the barrel.
You then hit him in the head with the handle of your gun, and watched as sleep overtook him.
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He slowly gained consciousness, and squinted his eyes, the brightness of the sun temporarily blinding him.
the sound of hoofs clacking ringed in his ears.
He took in his surroundings, only to realize he was not where he once was.. instead he was in the middle of the desert, the only signs of life in his field of vision other than himself being a few cacti here and there, along with a bit of dry grass.
He turned his head to the right, ignoring the pain in his head and saw his horse.
He followed the rope that was tied to his horse to see the torso of an unfamiliar horse, along with a pair of boots, and the bottom of skirt flopping up and down in front of his face
He felt anger overcome him as he remembered what had happened the night before.
tim: "mmph!"
He squirmed as he tried to say something, but it came out as a mumble because of the gag in his mouth.
you: "good mornin' darlin!"
You said in a cheery tone of voice, only fueling the anger that was bubbling up in him.
you: "how'd ya sleep?"
masky/tim: "MMHP, MMMMM"
He attempted to speak once more.
you: "oh, right"
You reached around and pulled the gag down to his neck.
tim: "YOU M0THERF#CKER"
Taking no time to catch his breath, he instantly yelled at you, rage evident in his voice.
you: "sorry to tell you this, but there's a slight chance you may have a concussion"
you cut your eyes toward him
you were clearly trying to get a reaction out of him,(and it worked) you knew you didn't hit him hard enough to give him a concussion.
tim: "D#MN YOU TO HELL!"
after a few minutes of him cursing at you, you got tired of it and put the gag back in his mouth.
And yet he continued to yell, although it was intelligible.
hours went by, the sun was starting to set and you knew you'd have to rest for the night.
Tim had stopped yelling awhile ago, which would be worrying if you didn't have him bound, and wounded.
You slowed down in speed as you approached a plateau, you decided to settle here for the night.
you hopped off your horse and tied the horses to a log, to keep them from running away.
you then pulled tim off the back of your horse, causing him to hit the ground face first.
tim: "hmmp!"
he groaned
you rolled him over, and set him up against the same log you had your horses tied too.
you: "I'm gon' get some firewood, don't move.."
He thought about attempting to run, he really did,, but he decided against it.. figuring that if he were to successfully escape, he'd have to plan it out.
you left him there to look for anything flammable you could find, luckily when you came back he was where you left him.
you: "I figured you'd try to run off while I was gone"
He groaned.
you lightly grinned at him before removing the gag once more.
tim: "I would have, if it weren't for the HOLE IN MY LEG."
you laughed as you noticed a vein in his head pop out.
You put the various sticks, and grass you found on the ground and made a fire.
you set across from him, leaning against the hard wall of the plateau.
tim: "who are you anyway?"
he huffed, although you could barely see it, he had a slight curious glint in his eye
you: "now why would I tell you my name?"
tim: "well, how are we supposed to become friends if I don't know your name?"
you: "so you think we're gon' be friends?"
You chuckled, the audacity of this man? To think that the two of you could be anything even close to friends was a very strong reach. he was up to something you just couldn't figure what it was he was up too.
tim: "oh, I think we're gon' be a lot more than friends.."
He cooed as he leaned back into a more relaxed position and gave you a serious, yet sly look.
That's when you realized what he was doing
Tim was a very handsome man, that you couldn't deny.. but you couldn't allow yourself to fall for his tricks, nor his advances.
You felt your cheeks slightly heat up as you paused for a minute, deciding on what to say.
The silence was heavy, and awkward.
But only on your part, Tim on the other hand found enjoyment in your slow reaction.
you: "we're goin' to town tomorrow so I can turn you in and finally be rid of you"
You said bitterly, as the heat in your cheeks dissipated
He sighed in discontent once he realized that his charms wouldn't work on you so easily
you stared down at the fire, and watched as the flames grew higher & swayed from side to side, almost as if they were alive.
Surely enough you drifted off to sleep, the moon shining brightly above the two of you.
You felt eyes on you the whole night, you weren't exactly sure if they were his eyes or something else, either way you didn't sleep very well that night.
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you felt lightheaded as you awoke slowly
your eyes shot open as you realized that tim wasn't where you left him
You quickly gathered yourself, and stood up.
You looked around, the horses were still there so you knew he was on foot.
You packed up the few things you had out, then you untied your horses and started following tracks he had left behind.
you didn't exactly know how he got free, all you knew was that the rage that had been building up over these two years of chase, was finally bubbling over.
You had spent two years chasing after this assh#le, you weren't gonna let him get away that easily.
you: "c'mon!"
you pulled on the reins, causing the horse to run faster
You followed after the messy tracks he had left
you felt the breeze blow against your face, causing any stray hairs to fly back.
Soon enough, his blurry silhouette came into view.
You felt sweat drip off of your forehead, heat radiating off of the golden sand.
He started to pick up his pace as he heard the sound of hooves clacking.
Despite his attempt at running away, you caught up with him, blocking his path as you pulled your horse in front of him.
You hopped off of your horse, and tackled him to the ground. He yelled a mixture of different curse words as his body roughly hit the ground, you raised your fist, then brought it down in one swift movement.
You watched as blood started to spill from his nose, he began to squirm under you, trying to break free.
You used your weight to keep him down, before hitting him once more with your right hand.
You raised your left hand once again preparing to punch him, but before you could he had grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him
He took no time to jump on top of you, and wrap his hands around your throat.
He squeezed tightly, you could feel the air in your lungs be forced out as a burning sensation overtook your body, you attempted to break free of his grasp you kicked, and punched, and scratched, but to no avail.
You looked up at him, your vision becoming blurry, you couldn't quite make out the expression on his face, all you could see was the blood dripping from his possibly broken nose
You then remembered the bullet wound in his leg.
You pulled down the bandage you had previously put on his leg and dug your finger into the hole as hard as you could.
He yelled as his grasp around your neck weakened, you took that chance to push him off of you and onto the ground.
You both just laid there for a while, trying to get over the throbbing pain you were both experiencing.
You groaned as you sat up, leaving an imprint on the sand.
You turned to your side, and looked at him intensely.. he only turned his head and looked back at you with an amused look on his face, followed by a chuckle.
tim: "you know.."
He started to speak
Before he could finish his sentence, you roughly kicked him in the stomach, the heel of your boot digging into his gut.
he mumbled something unintelligible as he rolled onto his side, while clutching his stomach.
you fully pulled yourself off of the ground, you stood tall over him, the sun gleaming behind you, casting a blinding glow around you.
You pulled your gun out of it's holster, and pointed it straight at his face, he looked up at you, with a look in his eye that gave you nothing but goosebumps.
You swallowed that lump in your throat, and started to speak.
you: "you try to run off again.."
you paused, only adding on to the pressure that was weighing heavily.
you: "and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head."
venom seething from your words, you roughly grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up off the ground.
You grabbed some spare rope from your bag, and tied him up once more.
This time, you tied his hands behind his back, and his feet.. tightly.
You stowed him on your horse, and started on your way to the nearest town.
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i will be reading over this to check for any mistakes, if you spot any please do tell me!!
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can u do cis alex k. x cis male reader smut where alex spanks the reader and perchance piss play like reader being forced 2 piss themselves pretty pretty plz :3
WARNINGS: piss, semi-public? you're in the woods, humiliation, brosex?
thanks for the 10 bucks!! Sorry it took me a while to spit this out, so i hope you like it! sorry I totally forgot to incorporate the spanking
"Alex, I need to piss dude."
You and Alex have been out in the woods since about 10 AM, working on his student film Marble Hornets. It's now 2:30, and you've had to pee for the last hour or so. And you’ve been complaining about it for that long, too, but Alex is getting increasingly annoyed.
“Then go behind a tree or something, we're in the woods,” Alex says, rolling his eyes as his warm breath turns into fog around his face. He holds his camera up to a dead tree, for some reason. He's responded this way for the past hour, disregarding your basic human need to pee. He couldn't care less if you end up wetting your pants. In fact, it might even serve as a 'I told you so' moment. That’s what he tells himself. Though, secretly, he has a different, less passive-aggressive motive behind wanting you to lose control.
“No! I’m telling you, that’s weird! What if a bird or a squirrel sees my dick or something.” Alex just rolls his eyes, completely choosing to ignore your genuine concerns of indecent forest exposure other than letting out an indignant sigh. You huff, kicking a tree stump only a few feet away from the tree Alex was focused on. Really, he could care less about whether you pissed your pants or not. He might even like it, it could be a good ‘I told you so’ moment. That’s what he told himself, anyway. In reality he’d like you pissing your pants for a very different, significantly less passive aggressive reason.
As the next twenty minutes tick by, Alex is reaching his breaking point of annoyance, while you're bursting at the seams with urine. Shifting your weight back and forth, you continue 'whining', as Alex puts it, about needing to pee. Your absolute refusal to pee in the woods, while logical to you, is making Alex's filming process harder. So, it's either shut up and pee in the woods or shut up and wet your pants. Unfortunately for Alex, you're not complying with either of those options. You’re so uncomfortable; the pressure in your bladder is borderline unbearable.
“Dude, you're being really stupid right now,” Alex says, his back turned to you before he turns around, looking at the screen of his camera and periodically glancing up at you. “I mean, you seriously can’t be that against— did you just piss yourself?” Alex looks down to the very obvious. and, a decently large soaking wet spot in your pants. Your face is flushed a bright red as you look down to your pants, then moving your gaze down to stare aggressively at dead leaves. You’re completely over loaded with embarrassment, focusing on the nearest possible escape plan even though Alex had driven the both of you here. You hear Alex’s mildly sadistic cackling. What a supportive friend. “Dude! That’s really fucking embarrassing for you!” Alex nudges you a bit, taking time to catch his breath. “C’mon, look at me. That’s honestly really pathetic.” This is the part where you remember how much of a dick your friend is.
And even worse than the embarrassment is the way your body reacts to it.
You immediately cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat radiating off your bright red cheeks as Alex picks back up his howling laughter. “No, just— just shut the fuck up right now.”
“No way! You seriously got a boner over pissing yourself in front of me?” Alex laughs harder, doubling over slightly as he does so. As Alex's cackling dies down, he collects himself and places his camera down on the tree stump. “Okay, okay we'll talk about that in a second, but don't you have a change of clothes in my car?” Alex speaks a little more genuine, but his voice stays laced with condescension. You shake your head in response to his question, cursing yourself for trying to save space in your bag.
Alex lets out a huff, pausing for a moment before clearing his throat. “Well, you probably don't wanna stay in those pants, y'know. It's gonna get cold soon and wet clothes are worse than none.” Alex tries to disguise his attempt at seeing you half naked and humiliated with half hearted concern. You saw what he was trying to do, but he was right. Any breeze that passed was absolutely freezing. So, with shaky hands(partially due to the cold, and partially due to your body radiating with embarrassment), and multiple thoughts telling you it was a bad idea to strip from the waist down in front of your friend, you unbutton your jeans and make very slow work of pulling them down. All the while, Alex is looking down at you with a strange amount of amusement on his face.
After a fair amount of time spent struggling to get your pants off over your shoes, you reluctantly look up at Alex. He takes a moment to adjust his gaze away from your crotch, only bringing more awareness to the fact you're sporting a hard-on in wet underwear. The look he gives you alone is enough to tell you to ditch those too, and so with a sigh, you do so. Now standing in the middle of the woods, half naked in front of one of your best friends, you begin to question just what led you here.
A train of thought that is, of course, quickly interrupted by Alex's horny gawking.
“You're really just on full display now, aren't you?” He takes a step closer, pushing up his glasses. He hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you way too close to him considering the situation. He's very liberal with his free hand as he continues to talk, ignoring how rigid your body gets at the sudden contact. “It's… not that big.” He takes the opportunity to grab your dick in his hand, only wrapping a few of his fingers around to further emphasize his point. The redness in your face deepens as you shudder. You'd look away if you hadn't already been aggressively avoiding looking at Alex the entire interaction.
Alex begins to move his hand, going all the way up your shaft and back down, moving devastatingly slow. He couldn't help but lean in to kiss you, and you would've pulled away, you really would've but, he was just so intense, it'd be a sin to pull away. Unless, of course, it was for Alex to talk more. “You're such a fucking loser you know that? Getting a boner all because you pissed yourself? Or was it ‘cause you pissed yourself in front of me?” Alex doesn't give you a chance to respond before he pulls you even closer and kisses you again. He speeds up his hand, sufficiently getting you to moan into the kiss, and he takes that chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Alex places a firm grip on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly as his other hand returns to the slow, steady pace he had set before. You throw your arms around Alex’s neck, getting weirdly into the situation you have yourself in.
Alex only lasts a few minutes like that before he flips you around, pushing you against the closest tree and pulling your hips against his, forcing you to bend over. He reaches a hand around, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue, keeping his fingers in your mouth for a few more seconds before taking them out ever so slowly. He puts his free hand on your hip, fingertips digging harshly into the flesh. His other hand finds your entrance, wet fingers pressing into you, pulling an extended whine from your throat. You hear Alex undoing his belt as he works you open, followed by a long sigh as he removes his fingers from your hole and replaces them with the tip of his cock. Are you adequately prepped? Probably not, but at least he had the decency to try.
Alex hissed, sucking in a long breath through his teeth as he bottoms out inside of you. He barely gives you any time at all to adjust as he starts rough right off the bat. The side of your face presses against the tree with every one of his thrusts, and there's drool dripping down your chin from both your inability to close your mouth properly at the moment, and because of just how good he feels inside of you.
You aren’t sure how long Alex has been inside of you at this point, but his pace has become unbearably fast, and his thrusts are so hard they’re shaking the few remaining leaves off the dead tree he has you positioned against. Each moan you release is laced with quiver as you make an attempt to tell Alex how close you are, but he seems to catch on. He reaches a hand around to hook his fingers into your mouth, making it impossible for you to form any words at all as he growls.
“C’mon, you pissed all over yourself, right? You can cum all over yourself for me, too, right?” You do your best to nod, drooling all over Alex’s hand as you moan loud enough to surely be heard from any nearby trails. Alex’s hips start to stutter, too, a sign that he’s without a doubt close to filling you up. You still cum before him, of course. Your muscles spasm, your legs buckling and struggling hold you up. It only takes a few more thrusts for your dick to twitch, sending spurts of cum that hit both your stomach and the tree you're pressed against.
It can’t be more than a minute before Alex’s hips stutter, filling you with his hot cum, rutting his hips into you as he does so. Once his movements completely stop your chest is heaving. He slips his fingers out of your mouth, panting as he wipes your spit onto your shirt. He leans into you, holding you up by your hips as you let your upper half relax into the tree that's been oh so graciously supporting you this whole time.
“I’m so glad you pissed yourself, dude.”
“Shut up,” you’d be more irritated if you could muster the energy for it, but all you can gather is an exasperated sigh.
“We really should do this again sometime,” Alex says, his voice still breathy as he kisses the top of your head.
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My boyfriend just gave me two of the most fucking agonising ideas for fics for the sorry it's locked universe, and I both love and hate him for it. Like, they're actually awful. Like, the angst will fully make me cry writing them, i'm calling it now, because the bit of the last chapter of sorry its locked that inspired the agony angst is almost making me tear up now lol, and it's not even gonna be too long.
So thanks for that love, you're evil <3
#marble hornets#jay merrick#tim wright#alex kralie#marble hornets fanfic#mh jam#jaylex#mh sorry its locked
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HERE IT IS!!
I have been working on this ghost Jay fic for months and I finally finished it last night, I am so excited to be finally posting it, I really hope you enjoy it
Summary:
Its been 2 months since Bennedict hall and Tim is struggling to cope with his losses and figuring out what to do and where to go next now that he's on his own. Something making this incredibly more difficult for him is that he keeps seeing things. Specifically, a dead man who wont stop following him around and reminding him of his past mistakes.
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After his death, Jay Merrick is now a ghost and haunting Tim. Meanwhile, Tim is convinced the ghost is nothing more than a hallucination and subsequently chooses to ignore him in the hopes that he goes away.
As a result, Jay is left under the impression that Tim can neither see nor hear him.
#marble hornets#marble hornets fanfic#marble hormets fanfiction#ghost au#ghost jay au#ghost jay merrick#mh jam#jam mh#marble hornets jam#mh jay merrick#jay merrick#mh tim wright#tim wright#tim mh#mh tim
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A Lot’s On My Mind
Or, my rewrite of MH where Brian doesn’t die (It’s worse than death!)
God, he hopes Tim will understand.
It's the last thought The Hooded Man has before his head hits the concrete, the pain isn’t as bad as he thought it would be but the squishy feeling of the back of his head makes him feel sick. He focuses on Tim instead, almost missing the sight of his old best friend peaking over the balcony. He wants to know how he’s thinking, but the nothingness is too welcoming. He’s wrapped in it like a blanket, wrapping him up until it covers his eyes and he can’t do anything but sleep.
He can finally sleep.
The nothingness is still there but he knows he’s somewhere else. A place he has escaped time and time again but only really remembers when he’s there.
The Ark.
The last place he wanted to end up after that stunt. He can’t find it in him to stand again despite the pain being gone.
Everything Is Normal.
The sky is so dark that he can’t tell if he’s closed his eyes or not and the thought makes him so tired. He just wants to sleep now but if he is still alive then he needs to leave this place. He doesn’t want to know what would happen if he let himself drift away here.
Food For The Ark.
The thought hits him hard enough to make him fling upwards, the motion causing his head to spin. He brings his hand back to assess the damage, cringing at the squishy feeling of what could only be blood and deciding not to look for his sanity.
Everything Is Fine.
He decides that it's probably a concussion, not the worst thing he has dealt with and it won’t be the last - probably. He’ll have to worry about that after he escapes. He digs a flashlight out of his hoodie pocket, using it to at least see the ground in front of him.
The Hooded Man pushes himself to his feet, stumbling over his lanky legs while fighting the blurry vision caused by his small headache. That was the one thing he enjoyed about The Ark - its ability to at least numb most of the pain. His normally dry throat didn’t burn while he breathed, he almost felt like he could speak clearly if he tried but what was the point when there was no one to speak to?
A part of him missed talking, he remembers never being able to shut up when he was younger and made acquaintances everywhere he went. Everyone knew him- or at least knew he was a friendly guy. He was never alone, always having someone there to talk about the latest shitty movie or any other pointless thing that mattered at the time. But he was alone now, alone and staring down into a dark hole that seemed to go on forever.
Maybe a fall from there would work better.
He turns away from the hole and is met with the sight of someone else lying on the ground.
Jay.
By the looks of it, there's nothing left but a shell - A broken mind.
There is nothing he can do for him now and so he walks away. But the darkness swallows the light and causes his flashlight to be worthless.
Keep moving.
He can’t stop, he has to get out, he has to see them again.
His flashlight works enough to land on The Operator's blank face.
He is falling- no, he’s sinking in the water now. It's cold but that's the least of his problems with all the worries running through his head. He doesn’t want to die, he just wants to get away from its influence. He misses being normal, he misses his friends- He misses his mom.
He couldn’t stop himself from mourning a life he could no longer have- it infected him with something incurable, something that was going to always come back. The tears mix with the water while he thinks of the worst.
This is where I should stay now. Away from anyone I could ever hurt again. Away from-
He knew that white mask but he couldn’t bring himself to reach for it. He hadn’t seen Tim use the mask for months now. Had he been able to break away from it? Was he thrown down here to be taunted by it? Or was this just where things went when they weren’t needed anymore?
That made the most sense to him- what would he even do if he came back? He already proved time and time again that he didn’t have the guts to kill someone. That’s how Alex kept getting away from him and it made him feel like the biggest dumbass between the four of them. But he tried to fix that but helping in other ways- he tried to tell the others everything he knew, But no matter how hard he tried it only came out in riddles or code.
This was the clearest he’s been able to think in a long time.
He finally makes it to the end of the water but there's no ground, like a flipped image he falls through like the sky was just one big pond. He feels like he’s falling forever but he can’t bring himself to open his eyes. Wasn’t all this supposed to end the last time he fell? It made his stomach churn in the way it does when he sees blood just thinking about what a big splat he’ll make.
But he’s laying face first in the grass now and he doesn’t remember landing. He can’t even remember if he was falling anymore- was it just messing with his head? The air smells better here, smells familiar but he’s too busy collecting himself to connect what it is.
He rips his mask off after pushing himself up to sit on his knees, looking around dumbfoundedly at the familiar scene before him.
He was home.
But he shouldn’t be, dead people don’t get to return home.
But he also couldn’t ignore how…alive he felt. Like a video game character who just used a health potion. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good, even before The Operator he would always have something sore- a hangnail or a mosquito bite. It felt unnatural to feel no pain. But he could still feel- he felt his knees getting damp from the grass, the warm night air on his face, the cool feeling of breathing it all in.
He was home and he was…free?
Brian could still think clearly like he was in The Ark but the world in front of him was full of color. He was in the backyard of the house he grew up in, the house his mom owns.
I haven’t seen her since that morning I left to shoot with Alex...
The day Brian died The Hooded Man took his place, but Brian is back now and he misses his mom. He’s quickly on his feet and walking towards the back door, ignoring how the door is painted a different color. The familiar white is replaced with red and the chicken sign she always had hanging on it is gone too.
It doesn’t matter, people change and so do the things they own.
He doesn’t have a key, but years of accidentally forgetting his key somewhere made him learn how to learn how to pick locks. Luckily he remembers that he already broke the lock on one of the dining room’s windows when he was still learning. Deciding to work smarter, not harder, he rounds the house and tries to open the window.
It’s Locked.
It looks like his mom fixed it but he’s still able to pick the lock. It slides open easily and he still expects Cooper to run up and greet him- probably waking his mom with his barking. But all he hears is the ticking of a grandfather clock that he doesn’t quite remember his mom owning.
It’s been like, 6 years? I’m probably just isn’t remembering right.
He pulls himself in, his feet muffled by the new white carpet that his muddy boots soiled. He’ll have to clean that up later because he’s too distracted by all the new changes his mom put into the house while he’s been gone. The dining table stayed the same but where it normally had fresh flowers it now held some piece of modern art, he’s unsure what it’s supposed to be as it just looks like a white cube with more cubes flouting off it.
She sure has gotten some weird tastes since I’ve been gone.
He chuckles while he picks it up, flipping it around in his hand to look it over. He cringes at the mud that he leaves on it and decides it’ll be a better surprise if he cleans up his mess before she wakes up. The broom closest is where he remembers it, but the products in it are more expensive than he remembers.
Did dad start sending her more money?
He wonders, a bitter taste from the thought of his absent father whose only good came from the steady paychecks. Brian hasn’t seen him since he was 10, the last time either of them saw him while he gave his mother a wad of cash and flew off to Vegas. Brian thought he would have gambled everything away already, but it looks like his father took all of the familys luck.
He grabs some sprays and realizes the rags aren’t where they usually are. Looking around again he notices that the familiar tan wallpaper is now gone and replaced with an off-white paint, making the whole room brighter. Something about it made Brian feel sick, like he should be realizing something but his brain just wont let him.
I just need some water…can’t remember the last time I’ve had any.
He stumbles to the kitchen, trying to ignore his racing heart. He tries not to notice that he doesn’t recoganze any of the mugs, filling one up at the refurnished sink and chugging all the water down in big gulps. He repeats this a few times, not realizing how much he missed water even after having almost drowned 10 minutes earlier. When he’s done he leans back against the sink and lets out a sigh, basking in the feeling of being in his childhood home again.
But instead of smelling like breakfast food and cheap flowers it smells like artificial vanilla and pizza. When he opens his eyes he stares at the remodeled kitchen, unable to recognize anything from his childhood. He desperately tries to find anything familiar, pausing when his eyes land on the fridge.
Pictures of a family that looks too happy to be considered real replace his baby photos. He can’t help but to slowly walk towards it, pulling what had to be a stock photo off, letting the magnet hit the floor while he just stares at it.
This has to be some kind of sick joke.
“Put your hands where I can see ‘em’.” A man stands at the door in a bathrobe, a handgun pointing expertly at Brian's head. How long had he been staring at the photo? How is the stock image man in the same room as him?
“Why are you in my house?” His voice is deeper than he remembers but much smoother than it should be from not using it for the last 6 or 7 years. He keeps his eyes on the floor, hoping so desperately that it isn’t what he thinks is happening to him. Stuff like that only happened in cheesy movies.
“This ain’t your house, me and my family been living here for years.” The safety clicks and Brian looks up at the man, tears running down his face at a revelation that he was still desperately hoping to be false.
The older man stares at him for a moment, eyes widening before he slowly lowers his gun. “Wait…wait a moment. You’re that missing kid. Brian Thomas? We still have a paper up for you in the office.”
Kid? He had to be in his late 20s by now.
“What happened to my mom? Grace Thomas. She lived here.”
“Oh…kid.”
He didn’t need to hear anything else after that, a different kind of ringing filling his ears as if to try and protect him. But it quickly became familiar when he saw its face pushed against the dining room window, only slightly visible from his view from the kitchen and the off-duty cop in front of him. Thoughts that he knew now weren’t his filled his mind, thoughts of the stock photo family staining the stupid white carpet red.
How dare they live so happily in what was supposed to be his home.
He bites his tongue to try and ignore what the operator is putting in his head, but when did it get in the dining room?
Mom died because I wasn’t here to take care of her when she was sick.
He knows that. It doesn’t need to keep repeating it to him.
“What the fuck in that??”
Gunshots snap him out of it for a moment, watching the poor man in front of him desperately try and shoot at the creature and somehow miss every shot despite his close range. Brian can’t help but be a little impressed that he had the balls to do that, the thought had never crossed his mind.
There’s nothing left for me now, I might as well do as I’m told.
The gun is still in his pocket and while he knows that thought really isn’t his own he still can’t get over the relief he knows he will feel after he finally gets this all over with. Maybe it will finally leave him alone this time.
It’s not like his mom will get the chance to be disappointed in him now.
For the first time since he became The Hooded Man, he raises the gun with a clear head.
For the first time, He does as The Operator wishes.
#marble hornets#marble hornets fanfic#brian thomas#the hooded man#mh hoody#mh hoodie#tim wright#mh masky#marble hornets comic
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Whoop guess who started a new fic!
If you like Marble Hornets AND Creepypasta and want to see how Tim (and Brian!) and his existence is changed by them being same-universe, then this is (hopefully) a good fic!
Man I sound like a used car salesman... here's the fic links for Quotev and Ao3:
https://www.quotev.com/story/16505120/Reaching-New-Depths/1
#creepypasta#masky marble hornets#marble hornets#ticci toby#hoody#brian thomas#tim wright#this is the most chaotic tagging ever I'm sorry#creepypasta fanfic#Marble Hornets Fanfic#slenderverse#it can be understood by those who don't know Marble Hornets lore too
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sage forest mental institution.
chapter 6.
in which you gain information from a certain apparition.
word count: 1.7k
note: WARNING. mentions of sa/rape (does not happen to you). no descriptions, but it is talked about.
cw: jeff is a BITCH, and as mentioned above, mentions of rape.
He said he loves you, but you have no idea how credible that statement is.
For one, he’s mentally ill as fuck, and it could very well be true. You’re the first normal person he’s come into contact with for ages—two years, he’d said, seventeen when he was taken in, and nineteen now. But the common sense that kept you alive in society tells you it’s not possible because it’s barely even been a day since you met him.
But then again, you’re meant to be his therapist. And as his therapist, you know it’s not so implausible that he genuinely feels affection, romantic at that, towards you. In fact, it’s not so uncommon that people fall in love with their therapists, for the human mind is wired to form deeply emotional relationships. Toby’s brain could very well be overcompensating for the years in which he hadn’t had a proper, healthy conversation with another human being, one that’s not a cold-blooded murderer. That effect would only be amplified by his personality disorder, affecting his ability to form normal human relationships.
“You’ve got your work cut out for you,” chuckles a voice from behind you.
You do what any sensible person does, which is to scream and jump and stare at the source in horror.
The Link cosplayer from the previous day of chaos is sticking his head out of a CCTV camera you hadn’t even noticed before.
“Where did that camera even come from?” You ask yourself.
He whistles. “You’re gonna get yourself killed one day with that amazing lack of perception. Also, rude much? You didn’t even greet me.”
“You didn’t either,” you blurt out.
“Good point. But know that if you keep that tone up I might just kill you.” He grins at you maliciously, and you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat.
“I’m sorry—”
“Oh my god, how dumb are you?” He rolls his eyes.
“…Huh?”
He sighs, and you wonder if he’s starting to get irritated at you. You don’t like people being irritated at you. You most certainly do not enjoy ghosts (?) being upset at you.
“You are off-limits in this household,” he explains. “The Operator will have our heads otherwise.”
“Oh.” That makes sense. “But…could you not listen in next time? I’m not sure how they’ll react to their…well, their deepest secrets being listened in on.”
He makes a tsk noise. “How else are you going to get information on them to treat them better, lest Slendy have your head?” There it is again, that nickname. But for now, you concede. “It’s true. I’m definitely not qualified, but I’m pretty sure even therapists get their information from multiple sources if they can,” you comment. The Link cosplayer—BEN, as EJ had told you yesterday—nods, and pulls himself out of the camera, hands pushing himself out of what you assume to be cyberspace, and floats down to the beanbag below the camera. Honestly, you’re still wondering how you hadn’t noticed that camera, and you internally berate yourself for it as you mirror him, slumping on your own beanbag.
“So,” he begins, bloody eyes gazing straight into your soul, “You must be wondering what the fuck just happened.” You note his use of profanity and nod slowly.
BEN sinks back into the beanbag—he can interact with physical objects, apparently—and rests his head on his palms placed behind his head like a makeshift pillow. “For starters, Toby is fucked,” he explains, and before you can give him a smartass no shit Sherlock answer, he continues. “I know you can’t see what’s on Slender’s table. He tends to fuck with your head like that. He only lets you see what he wants you to see. Nothing more. But anyways, basically he has a laptop or something on his desk. And obviously, you know I can manipulate electronics,” he wiggles his fingers, “And so that’s how I discovered there was something on his table, ‘cause even I can’t see it. But I know what’s on it.” He grins, and you start to doubt his intentions.
“Wait, why are you helping me?” You start carefully, but he waves your question away. “Later.” You doubt him even harder.
“But yeah, anyways, he has a bunch of info on his proxies on there. It’s pretty hard even for me to read that shit on there because he messes with your perception and shit, so I’m not even sure if that info’s real or not, and if he knows I’m inside or not and is hence giving me weird info or whatever.” He pauses. “You prefer your info verbally or written down?”
You think for a bit. “Verbally,” you choose carefully. Unlikely to leak in case shit hits the fan somehow, and easier to clarify.
“Good choice,” he remarks with another grin, retracting his legs into a crossed position, elbow on his knee and resting his cheek on it. “Hm, where do I start…Tobester it is, I guess.”
He clears his throat. “To summarize the mindfuck of data on Slendy’s hellish computer, Toby was wiped of his memories because he decided the sheer amount of trauma would fuck with his ability to do his job. But he notes that the effects of the trauma remain, though not in full, what with the no memories shit and all. If you wanna treat him…well, I dunno, you could either gaslight him into forgetting his trauma responses,” he giggles here, “or you gotta dig those painful memories out and get him to…mm, what’s that called again? Processing? Yeah, you gotta get him to process that shit.”
“Hm,” you grunt, not knowing how else to respond. “Anything else?”
BEN chuckles. “Hey now, princess. Can’t leak all my precious info immediately, can I?” Then he continues, “Invading that stupid fucking computer is hard fucking work. I’m never doing that shit again.” His eyes slowly slide back to yours, and his grin widens maliciously. “Not for free, that is.”
And in a flash, he pounces on you, and you yelp, squirming to escape his ice-cold touch, but he’s surprisingly strong for being a ghost. He traces your jaw, laughing at your state. “Oh, my precious innocent human,” he drawls. “What did you expect?”
It’s true. What did you expect?
“You,” he pokes your nose, causing you to retract even further, “Are going to treat Jeff and EJ as well.”
Huh?
He clicks his tongue and settles back on his own beanbag, sighing. “I’m a poltergeist, not a rapist. That’s Jeff’s job.”
Your jaw extends outwards in horror.
“Yeah. I don’t really care though,” he shrugs. “He even tells me about it. It’s kinda gross.”
Your head spins. You’re going to throw up. But you stay firmly rooted in your place. You’re a therapist for serial killers now, you can’t be fazed by a brief mention.
BEN doesn’t seem to notice your distress, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. “I don’t give a shit about what he does to randos, but I do give a shit about how he feels. I live with the fucker and I’d hate for how he feels to affect me.” You start thinking that BEN hides his own emotions from himself too, but he seems a bit too self-aware for that. Though, you can’t eliminate that possibility.
“But anyways, he seems rather…sad? When he talks about it. Dunno if that’s the right word, but his eyes are usually all madman-like, but when he talks about raping his victims, that madness dies a bit. Maybe he does it for validation or something. And when he talks about it, it sounds kinda forced. I want you to find out what’s going on with that.”
“I mean…I’ll do it, I guess, but why do you want to know…?” You don’t buy that he doesn’t care about Jeff, so you probe a little.
“I’m interested. Also, I wanna tease him about it if he has a breakthrough regarding it or something.” He shrugs. “Oh, and about EJ, I just want him to motherfucking eat in peace without whining to me or literally anyone that he can’t eat kidneys and cult shit and whatever.” At your look of confusion, he explains. “I don’t think he’s the type to hide this from you if he does agree to therapy,” he gags mockingly at the word, “but I might as well give you context anyway. He’s a demon, but he used to be human till some weird cult turned him into one. Then he went batshit and ate them all, and now he keeps whining about his diet, and it’s fucking annoying. Always wanted him to stop feeling so guilty.”
Yeah, he definitely cares about his friends, though he might not even call them friends out loud. And so out of respect for perhaps the only sane while friendly one in this cursed house, you say, “Yeah, I’ll try.”
He grins at you again. “Good. Do that, and I’ll give you more info as you go.”
Then you start to regret it a little because Jeff seems absolutely fucking whack.
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This is one of my latest fanfics about MarbleHornets.
The lack of uppercases, punctuation marks and the general "format" is wanted, and it's inspired by my dissociation issues, let's call them that since I'm not sure enough of myself to self diagnose. I hope it helped me portraying what I wanted to portray.
Hope you like it.
Regards,
[REDACTED]
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Spoiler warning: mentions of the comic book "Marble Hornets Issue 3.5 - ToTheArk".
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HEY, SUNNY BOY, SMILE AT ME
sometimes
i remember things
messages everywhere
secrets everywhere
sometimes
blond hair
bright smile
a little bit of a fessure between the front teeth
i look for it whenever i see someone smiling
how do you smile
i can't do that anymore
the plastic of my maskface is too hard and cold
sometimes
i remember
i was
warm
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sometimes
thoughts get confusing
codes and riddles
numbers
glitching reality
the operator
faceless creature
it stole the faces from every memory i had
virus
it infected my whole being
i can no longer be myself
i can no longer remember who i loved
who i was loved by
what love is
i am always so cold
cold as a corpse
yellow hoodie stained with red
eyes no longer bright, one missing
blood seeping through that front teeth
the ark
awaits
i didn't die yet
didn't feed the ark
sometimes
i see
the sun
riddles and codes and warmth
his absent eye is pitch black
he no longer smiles
maybe a ghost
maybe an hallucination
he talks about tim
i do not know who he is
me
talks about me
can't remember
his voice stern and cold
answers my riddles resolves my codes
he's not really dead
he says
he will stop this
will fix me
but
i am broken, i can't be fixed
i am cold
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the day the music died
was raining
old school
dusty floor
i'll kill you i screamed
he fell
down
down
down below
blood pooling under his head
a red halo
staining a yellow hoodie
my breath laboured
i don't know what i felt
anger
fear
nothing at all
never checked who he was
never dared to
and yet
alex showed me
now he briefly smiles at me
blood seeping through the little gap between his front teeth
is he
really dead
really here
really alive
really gone
is this reality
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my head hurts
riddles eat my brain
codes stab it with painful thorns
sometimes
i see
the sun
«I've been looking for you.»
he's offering me his gloved hand
and his warmth tricks me into letting myself be boiled alive
am i really safe
am i me
who is
me
is tim still here
is tim still me
will i ever take my maskface off
i know no safety beside him
the one who stuck with me despite my impurity
or maybe because of it
maybe he just can't leave
maybe i ruined him once again
the sun is warm
usually
i feel a spark of warmth when i grab his hand
«You are broken, you can be fixed.»
his voice is as soothing as i think i remember it was
calm washes over me
hands stop trembling
i cough twice
i sob ugly crying
clawing his hoody trying to keep him close trying to never let go i don't want to be alone anymore please don't leave
«I'm not leaving, Tim.»
i'm tim
i'm me, he says so
a masked figure
behind him
don't know that facemask
don't know
is it gonna start all over again?
is this person here to torment me again- to take him away again?
i panic
«Listen to me» he says
i do
i think i'm dying
panic swirling in my chest
difficult to breath
«Everything is normal. Everything is fine.»
i don't really remember much
vague and blurry conceps most of the time
but
college, panic attacks before an exam
his smile reassuring me, his voice saying those exact words
«I worry about nothing.»
he calms me
again
soothing voice
warmth
the masked person doesn't seem so scary anymore
not beside him
«Because nothing's on my mind.»
the sun smiles at me
for the first time since i remained alone
a path of death and loss behind me
i am
warm
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Little explanation time, with a lot of spoilers, lmao.
The masked guy is "Skully" and the whole fic happens after Issue 3.
I think that the order of the issues is 1, 2, 3.5, 3 and 4, and I think Issue 3.5 happens before Issue 3 becsuse in Issue 3.5, Skully "absorbs" Jay and Alex, and shows their faces to Jessica in Issue 3.
I also don't think Skully "absorbs" Brian. Brian says he had escaped the Ark multiple times, leaving behind pieces of himself, and Skully clearly asks him "help us". Skully doesn't show Jessica Brian's face, also.
With all the worry and concern Brian showed towards Tim, I wanted to write what I'd love to see: Brian looking for Tim with Skully's help, and finding him. I just did that from a dissociated, broken Tim's pov. Or at least I tried to.
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Hear me out about a Masc!Reader breaking down in front of Masky and Masky just doesn't comfort them and is more like "This is your own fault"
I love silly angst ideas, have a great day/night!!
I LOVE this!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I kinda took an unannounced break, but I'm catching up!! I hope I captured your image.
You can never tell the truth, But you can tell something that sounds like it. (Tim Wright x Reader angst)
The sounds of the party are muffled from the porch, but still, it’s somehow impossible to tune out. You almost feel ill. Staring off into the tree line and leaning against the banister, you flick the ashes of your burning cigarette. Your half-empty cup of whatever you were given when you walked in sits next to you on the railing—you almost feel bad for walking out, but for some reason, you can't bring yourself to go home, either. The heavy footsteps behind you throw you off your sulking.
“Didn’t know you smoked.” You roll your eyes. You know Tim when you hear him—gruff and tired. You understand why he’s out here—same reason you are. Neither of you actually want to be at this party, you both just want to feel like you’re doing something. You take another long drag off of your cigarette.
“You’re one of the last people I want to see right now, you know that, right?” You cover the quiver in your voice well, but not enough for Tim to miss it. He walks up next to you, standing a little less than a foot away, leaning with his forearms against the banister. You glance at him, and you’re almost sad he wasn’t looking at you too. He’s so close you can feel the warmth coming off of him, and you realize how cold it is. You wish he was closer, but you want everyone close to you now, don't you?
“I know.” Tim takes his cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one himself and struggling briefly against the wind. He’s the closest to crying he’s been in weeks—or is he? He doesn't remember the last month. It smells like rain, the air is heavy and damp, and you wonder if the covered porch is enough to keep you dry. Then again, you could just sit in your car, but you realize you don't have that option. You only stop thinking when you feel a drop hit the back of your hand. Your cigarette is reduced to just the filter and it's raining. You look over to Tim, and this time, he's looking back.
“Drive here?” Tim asks, stifling a cough. You shake your head, looking back out to the trees.
“Live right down the road, I just walked down.” You take a sip of your drink and grimace—whatever it is, it's trying to be a mimosa and failing terribly. Tim says nothing. No one says anything for a long time.
Eventually, the wind picks up, blowing the rain into your face leaving a cold sting against your cheeks, and you start to cry. You cry hard, almost a violent sob. It takes you several minutes to notice that Tim is looking at you—has been looking at you—and quickly you wipe your face with your hands like a kid. You start to say the same things as you did when you were young, too.
“God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to start crying I just feel so bad.” Tim keeps his blank expression as you sharply inhale after you're done speaking. You realize then that you've been holding your breath. The man across you says nothing, and so you keep talking, trying to explain away an unexplainable guilt you have for crying. “I didn't think I'd be here, y'know?” Your voice has raised a few octaves now—high pitch and uncomfortable. “I thought I'd be in college, I thought I'd be with someone… engaged, even. I don't know what happened things just went so downhill after high school—I couldn't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. I hate my job. I hate all of it. I'm nothing I thought I'd be. I just—”
“Why are you telling me any of this?” Tim says, the wind moving his hair around just a bit. The rain blowing under the cover sticks to him in cold drops. You try to speak, but you can't come up with why. Why are you saying any of this? Why do you feel the need to tell Tim?
“You don't need to tell me any of this. I don't care, you know that.” Tim speaks so blankly and you wish he didn't. You wish he was angry. You wish he cared enough to feel something other than annoyance as he speaks to you. “All of this is your fault. You had every choice to change where you are now, and you didn't make any of the right ones. That's not my fault, it's yours.”
All you can do is stare at Tim with years pouring down your cheeks. You're not sure the last time you've had someone talk to you like this. When you were a kid, maybe as late as high school. You're grown now, you should be able to handle it, but you can't even bring yourself to breathe. You feel so sick and cold and scared.
“Some people are in situations they didn't put themselves in, that they had no choice in, and can never get out of.” There's aggression in his voice now, and it's so clear he's talking about himself. It makes you cough through another pathetic, guilty sob. “But that's not how it is for you. So shut up, okay?” The hand he's holding his cigarette in is clenched—crushing the filter between his fingers. How could you think any of this matters? Why would you think anyone actually cared to hear what you have to say—you do have it better than everyone else, don't you? All of this is your fault. You could've fixed it at any point, and you didn't.
“You did this to yourself.”
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Harvey by Alex g and Sarah by alex are jam coded
they areeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee they are they are they are
God they're just such a mess together. Both those songs are both of them talking about each other.
Like, in Harvey the last verse just makes me think of Tim having night terrors and waking up in the middle of the night, and like Jay doing his best to look after him. Cos i do think Tim definitely has night terrors and stuff like that in sorry its locked. I haven't thought much about Tim's issues and how they'd manifest in this lil AU (other than him being kinda like, I can fix him, about Jay a bit), cos SIL is kinda mostly about Jay and Alex, like, even when its about Jam its about Jaylex if that makes sense? I don't think Jay would ever actually say "I love you" to Tim, he probably would have eventually, but in the time they actually have together he only thinks it, he doesn't actually say it. Neither of them do. Tim's waiting for Jay to say it first, and that never happens.
He wakes up in the middle of the night
I run in and turn on the light
Run my hands through his short black hair
I love you Harvey, I don't care
Anyway but like, then the second verse is definitely like Tim talking about Jay. He's constantly chasing after Jay, even when they're already dating and together and all that, Tim has to chase after Jay because Jay is still hung up on Alex, everything is about Alex to Jay, even when he knows it shouldn't be and he should let at least some things be about Tim. But even Tim being nice to him is about Alex in a way, because its about how different Tim is to Alex. Even once they're in a relationship, Jay's not gonna magically be fixed and stop being at least a little scared of intimacy and being vulnerable in a normal way. Vulnerability through kink? Sure, Jay can do that, because he still feels in control of that. If that gets too much he can safeword out. But vulnerability in general? That's more difficult, that leaves him feeling out of control and like he doesn't have a way out.
I'll chase Harvey through the door in the wall
He says, "Never catch me, never miss me at all"
Drool comes down from the corner of his mouth
I say, "I love you Harvey, you cut it out"
Sarah
Then in Sarah the bit about not being able to be that someone needs is so them both about each other. Neither of them can be what the other needs. Tim because what Jay needs is to work on himself and fix himself before he can be healthily in a relationship with anyone, he can't be Jay's therapist, and that's what Jay actually needs. Jay kind of knows that, but to him he thinks he needs someone to love him better, to fix him for him by loving him enough, and that's just not how healing works. you have to do the work yourself with support from others. they can't do it for you.
For Jay he thinks Tim needs someone better than him, Jay's "I can't be what you need" is more about his own self loathing than about the reality of the situation. Though, he's not completely wrong, Tim does need him to fix himself before he can be what Tim "needs" in their relationship. Because as Jay is currently, they can't be in a healthy relationship, not long term at least. Over time it'd all spiral out of control and they'd end up resenting each other, unless Jay actually agreed to get help, and worked to make that help, yknow, help.
I can't be what you need
I am stuck in a dream
I am stuck in a dream
Don't you know she's been here all along in a dream?
She belongs in a dream
The first two lines make me think of Tim thinking about how Jay deals with difficult situations. He runs away. The second Jay thinks something's going wrong, he runs away, whether physically or emotionally. Like, in chapter 3 when Jay just assumed Tim was going to abandon him like Alex had after showing real interest in him for the first time. Jay ran away. Only to the car park, but he was planning on running all the way away once he got his keys and shit from the room he and Tim were sharing. Jay's definitely not gonna stop running away, he might literally run away less, but he'll still distance himself emotionally when he doesn't need to. Or at least that's how i'm planning on writing him. god knows if i'll go through with it, but i plan to.
Sarah runs to feel the burning in her lungs
And clear her head
There's a couple other lines that are like Tim talking about Jay. The line about "she loves me like a dog" is so Jay. he does love Tim like a dog, he follows him around like a lost puppy and he's obsessed with him like a dog is with their One Person. And he doesn't say anything about it, whereas Tim is pretty happy to tell Jay what he's thinking and feeling. Maybe he doesn't tell Jay everything, but he tells Jay a lot more than Jay tells him. Jay does that thing where he makes it sound like he's telling you a lot more than he is by repeating the same information in different words over and over again.
She loves me like a dog
And when we mess around, I'll let her know the truth I found
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I just finished chapter 1 of the ghost Jay fic I’ve been working on for months!! It will be posted tomorrow!!
I am very excited to finally be posting this this is the first fic Ive written in a very long time and I am incredibly proud of it.
The title is Remnants and is a Jam fic starts around entry 82, roughly 2 months since Jays death. So excited to share this, can’t wait to post it but it will have to wait for tomorrow because I finished this at 1am and I am very tired lmao
Stay tuned for that!
Edit: forgot to go back and add it after I posted it yesterday!
I did make a separate post about it, but here’s the link to the fic!!
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Writing Prompt #1
Characters reaction to being kidnapped.
I wrote this like, two years ago and was going to post it when I finished it’s sister piece (my ocs reaction to being kidnapped) it was supposed to represent a proxy who has dealt with the operator for years and is comfortable enough to know what is and what isn’t it’s influence and my oc was supposed to represent someone newer to all of this, not yet realizing the thoughts they can’t control aren’t their own.
Let me know if you want to see that sister piece! I need motivation lol
Anyway! Enjoy reading
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Brain woke up with a headache worse than it usually was, trying his best to figure out what the fuck exactly happened and why he was tied to a chair with a bag over his head. The last thing he remembered was that he was out on a simple mission, surveying the forest and getting rid of trespassers to appease the Operator. It had been a quiet night with the only interesting thing being the cabin he found. He previously remembered it to have been abandoned, however there was clearly light coming from inside. He didn’t waste time giving thought to it, figuring it was too late for any camper to be awake. He’ll make this job quick so he can get back sooner.
The first step in and he didn’t have time to react to the harsh hit to the back of the head, hard enough to make his vision blur but not enough to knock him out. The masked man whipped around to attack his attacker back only for the same pipe to hit him across the forehead. This time rendering him unconscious but catching a glimpse of a striped hoodie that he could almost remember. Of course the one time he doesn’t make a plan he gets the shit knocked out of him.
Lost in the dark with his pounding headache all that was left was to try and wiggle out of the ropes. Alone with his thoughts of how much of an idiot he is for actually being able to get caught like that, only to feel more like an idiot after struggling for 20 minutes and getting nowhere. At least he was alone and no one could see how stupid probably looked.
“You look like a fuckin’ idiot. Would you give up already?” The familiar voice causes him to freeze in his seat out of disbelief. Becoming very aware of the other breathing in the room. How was he breathing? Brian watched the tapes after everything- he watched Tim kill him. There was no way he could come back. Yet here both of them are. Two dead men sitting in the same room occupying the living world once again. Brian’s shock wears off after remembering his own untimely demise.
“Wow Alex.. you knew I always wanted a surprise party. Unfortunately..it ain’t my birthday yet’ “ Brian dryly chuckles at his poor attempt at humor, flinching at the sudden light hitting his eyes when the bag is ripped off. Alex’s angry face stares down at him, reminding Brian just how real all of this is.
“Shut the fuck up. You- you’re supposed to be dead!” His tone is stern but clearly Alex hasn’t accepted this as quickly as Brian. It's enough to keep the grin on Brian's face despite the fact he probably has a concussion. This’ll be interesting.
“I’m supposed to be dead? What about you?” He raised an eyebrow while tiling his head to the side to mock him. He squinted his eyes to try and make out any wounds on the others neck to no avail. There was nothing, like it never even happened. Just like Brian’s head.
“Stop fucking looking at me like that, asshole.” Alex stumbled out, running a hand through his hair while he paced in front of Brian. “I- I had your fucking body.” He crazily gestures with his hands, “And now you’re here? Are the rest of you alive too? How many times do I have to kill all of you??” His voice cracks into something broken, catching Brian off guard and causing him to refrain from calling Alex a creep for holding onto his body. Alex slumps against a wall, looking utterly defeated.
“...uh” Brain starts, not really sure how to comfort the guy who tried killing him for 6 years and currently has him tied up in a chair. “Maybe give up on the whole…killing us thing? Clearly it’s not working.” He continued to fidget with the knots around his wrist while Alex wasn’t paying attention. He had recognized the knot from rock climbing and now that he could see he could possibly undo it.
“Very funny.” Alex practically growls at him but he isn’t on the verge of tears anymore, instead he is fidgeting with a familiar looking gun. Of course even after dying he kept a cold hard clutch to the gun, Brian almost laughs but he doesn’t want to get shot at. He has plans with Tim that he doesn’t want to miss so he’ll have to try and survive this.
“I wasn’t joking. Do you really wanna waste the rest of your life re-killing all of us? You know IT can bring us all back whenever’. I don’t know how but- Hell! You’re a perfect example of that. Video proof of you bleedin’ out and not a single scar from it on ya.” Brain rambles on, holding in a sigh of relief when he feels the ropes around his wrist come undone. He holds onto the rope and keeps his hands behind his back. Waiting for a moment where he’ll be able to free the rest of himself and get away from his old friend.
“I forgot that you don’t know when to shut the fuck up.” Alex holds onto his head like it's going to split but he makes no other attempt to show that he's in pain. “When did you get so annoying anyway? It’s like you want me to kill you.” His voice shakes and Brian wonders if he can feel it yet too, the distaint buzz in the air. This will be over soon.
“You can avoid it all you want, Alex.” He takes the moment that Alex is vulnerable to sneak his pocket knife and start sawing at the rope around his ankles. “You can’t do anything to stop him..believe me, we all tried.” A clicking of a gun causes him to freeze while he was still looking down at his shoes, heart sinking into his chest while he started considering how this might all end.
“What did you get from ‘YOU TALK TO MUCH!’ It wasn’t a fuckin’ invatation, Bri.” He sat in his same spot only now he was aiming his gun at him. Casual from doing this so much, from killing them all before- everyone but him. Brian finished his job before he got the chance. Was that why he was so mad? Or was it the ever increasing headache that made him want to tear his own head off, one that was all to familiar. Brian slowly looked up at him to watch his face switch to realization and back to anger. “Did- DID YOU FUCKING SUMMON IT OR SOMETHING??”
As if on cue IT stood between the two of them but ITS attention was all on Alex, leaving Brian so he could think clearly enough to get out of the restraints. He grabs his stuff that Alex took off him, just his masks and gun that thankfully were easy to find with the chaos. Brian turns to leave the cabin, squinting a little due to most likely having a concussion. He was almost out and was content with leaving Alex alone in the woods. Alex’s screams wracked his brain until he was halfway out the door, he was alone with the static but he felt as if he could understand it.
A voice that he always mistook for his own internal dialogue told him what to do, like it was his own thought. But he knew that was ITS influence yet he couldn’t help but follow. Take him. The longer he stalls the louder he gets. He’s one of us. Even if Brian didn’t agree he couldn’t put up a fight, he was too tired to fight back anymore.
He left after throwing the unconscious Alex over his shoulder, avoiding ITS glaze while draping the mask over his head. His midnight plans were definitely ruined now.
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