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intimidating-fettuccine · 52 minutes
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Toby, lovingly talking about Y/N: They could kill me and I’d thank them.
Tim, tired of hearing this for the millionth time: Yeah, I’d thank them too.
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eldritch-nightmare · 7 months
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do the others know about you?
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synopsis: you're just a human dating someone that's... well. you can certainly never introduce them to your friends or family. but do their friends/companions know about you?
a/n: is it a good idea to include every single creepypasta i can think of from the top of my head... no. will i do it anyway? yes, i will. anyways this right here is my pride and joy. i enjoyed writing it, and i'm proud of it, so i hope you guys enjoy it as well.
warnings: possessive behavior in a few, yandere behavior in a few, spoiler alert alex almost kills you but dw there's no character death here.
includes: jeff the killer, eyeless jack, jane the killer [richardson + arkensaw], laughing jack, slenderman, nina the killer, the bloody painter, the puppeteer, clockwork, jason the toymaker, hobo heart, nurse ann, zalgo, x-virus, homicidal liu, ticci toby, tim wright, brian thomas, jay merrick, alex kralie, and jessica locke.
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jeff the killer would more than likely tell the others about you, though mostly just so everyone knows that you're off limits for killing. he also just has this thing where he needs people to know what belongs to him so they know not to touch it, and in his mind, you belong to him so. none are allowed to touch you.
eyeless jack isn't that open about his personal life to others. mostly because he can't remember any of it, but also because he's just a guarded person in general. at most, the only people who know about you will probably be jeff, ben, and maybe sully.
jane richardson doesn't really hide your existence, mostly because she doesn't have contact with the others, so it doesn't matter. everyone of importance knows that you're together, and the government knows as well, so.
jane arkensaw would prefer certain people didn't find out about you, though she may tell some of her close friends about you if she's certain that they will keep your existence a secret as well. then again, it's not like you'll ever come into contact with any of the others so long as she has any say about it.
laughing jack more than likely lets everyone know about you because he literally can't shut up about you. he loves you! people need to know that he is so sickeningly devoted to you! even the kids he terrorizes know about you!
slenderman doesn't have any say on whether or not people learn about you because they're gonna find out anyways. besides, it's better if they did know about you because then they would know that you are off limits for killing. anyone who dares to even try to harm you will understand the pure wrath slender can bring down upon them.
nina the killer wants everyone to know about you. she needs everyone to know that you two are together and that she loves you so very much. she tells everyone all about the dates you two have and the gifts you get each other. it's cute, though it can be annoying at times.
the bloody painter doesn't interact much with the others, so not many of them know. helen doesn't really care if anyone finds out that he's dating you, it doesn't really matter to him. though... he will have some words if any of them try making a move on you or hurting you. you're his muse, after all.
the puppeteer doesn't want anyone to know about you, not even his proxies. you're his. no one else deserves to even know that you exist, so why the hell would he tell anyone about you? at most, the only person who knows about you would be emra because he knows that she won't tell anyone if he orders it.
clockwork doesn't let people close to her, so only a small handful of people would even know about you. she likes that none of the others really knows about you, though a part of her thinks about telling them so they know not to make you a victim. not that you'll ever become a victim, of course. she'll protect you from anything, don't worry.
jason the toymaker wouldn't want anyone to know about you. honestly, his whole thing is making sure that you belong to no one but him. you don't need anyone other than him, so why would he tell anyone about you? the others will know that he has someone in his life already, someone he'd burn the world down for, but they'll never know it's you unless they visit his toy shop.
hobo heart would be delighted if the others knew you were his. you have his heart, so it's only natural for everyone to know that you love each other, right? that's how relationships work. he doesn't really speak much with the others, but when he is around then he'll let everyone know who has his heart.
nurse ann is hardly ever around the others for them to even know about you. the only three to know of your existence is liu, sully, and helen because those are the only people she's close with. they don't need to know about you, it's not like they'll ever hurt you. trust me, she won't let them even if they were to try.
zalgo is just as surprised as everyone else that he's like... together. with you. shocks him every day, to be honest. but yes, he wants everyone to know you're his. he doesn't see you as a weakness, though he knows how fragile humans are so he makes sure you're safe from any that may cause you harm. it also sends a... delightful chill to the core of his existence knowing that everyone knows you belong to him.
x-virus basically needs everyone to know that you're together. not because he's possessive in any way, but because he needs to use this as a way to keep you with him. a tactic to keep you from leaving, if you will. with you dating cody, you're safe from harm. if you ever leave him, then you're no longer under his protection. so... stay with him.
homicidal liu is... hesitant, to put it simply. he doesn't particularly mind if the others find out, but he most certainly won't go out of his way to tell anyone. he doesn't want you involved in the darker parts of his life because he's worried about your safety. there are a few that he simply doesn't trust to know about you. sully, on the other hand, would love for everyone to know about you. he doesn't tell anyone because he respects liu's wishes to keep your existence a secret. though, he can't lie, it does make his heart race knowing that he and liu are the only ones who know about you.
ticci toby neither hid your relationship from people nor did he let anyone know about it. he's a naturally reserved person, so it wasn't like he was super open about himself with the others. in the beginning, the only one to know about you would probably be slender, but that's just because it's like... toby's boss, essentially. of course, those who were paying attention could see the signs.
tim wright would definitely keep your existence secret for as long as possible. the only person who knew about you in the beginning was brian, if we're being honest, and after all hell breaks loose, he'd do everything he could to keep you from getting involved. god forbid if jay or alex found out about you. jay would've used you to find him, and alex would've tried killing you.
brian thomas was open about his relationship with you, so everyone knew who you were. you even offered moral support to everyone filming marble hornets. of course, brian disappeared one day... and then you lost contact with alex... and tim was trying to move on with his life, so you didn't really keep in touch with him either. then jay came around, and... well. that led to a certain hooded figure watching you from afar.
jay merrick was neither open nor reserved about his relationship with you. he probably mentioned you early on in a few tapes, and he maybe even introduced you to alex when they were still friends. you'd probably be mentioned in casual conversation with tim, but ultimately it was a situation where if someone knew, they knew. and if they don't, then they just don't.
alex kralie was more reserved about his relationship with you. his closest friends knew, such as jay and brian, but that was about it. of course, once the operator entered the scene and alex started cleaning up loose ends, your life was endangered. alex... he wanted to kill you. he had to kill you. you suppose it's a good thing jay managed to find you before alex could.
jessica locke is obviously very open about her relationship with you. no need to keep it a secret, y'know? you two are like... the couple, y'know? everyone knows you're dating; you guys don't hide it. why would you two keep it a secret? there's no reason to.
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mouschiwrites · 14 days
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Sorry for my inconsistent posting schedule my darlings :(
Creepypasta/MH - The Moment They Knew They Loved You
Characters: Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, “Ticci” Toby
Jeff the Killer
It would’ve been a very long time after knowing you
Even if he was physically attracted to you, he wouldn’t consider that “love”
He usually judges people more on their character
That’s not so say he doesn’t enjoy calling people ugly if he thinks they’re ugly though
So you guys would’ve been vibing together for a while
He’d come away from each interaction with you just a little happier (or a lot happier), but he didn’t really notice it
That is, until he walks into a room one day and finds you relaxing, scrolling through your phone
He announces some unhinged plan, fully intending on carrying it out
You just look up at him for a second before (being used to his bs) just giving a thumbs-up and telling him to have fun
He blinked at you for a second, a grin coming to his lips slowly
He thinks to himself: you know, this is why I like them. They understand me.
And then he starts to think about all the reasons he likes you
He spends the rest of the night with your image in his head and a light feeling in his heart
It’s when he’s lying in bed, telling himself to stop thinking so he can sleep, that he finally realizes:
Oh. I’m in love, aren’t I?
He’s not mad about it; he’s more surprised than anything (at first at least… soon he’s ecstatic about it)
But he fully accepts his affection for you, and it won’t be long till he confesses ;)
Nina the Killer
She’s a pretty perky girl with a lot of emotions
Happiness, sadness, anger… she’s unapologetic in expressing everything, to the point that many call her “extra” or “weird”
It’s only for those people that she acts more reserved, and it’s more in an act of resentment than resignation (basically her saying “eff you loser, you don’t deserve me”)
So she only really likes people that she doesn’t have to act differently around
And of course you’re one of those people :)
She finds little things to like and hate about everyone in her life, and you’re no exception
So one night she just happens to be looking at a picture of you, and she gets to thinking
She smiles as she remembers good times with you: going to the mall, getting messy with baking or butchering, late night texting…
At length she decides that there’s a whole lot more to love than hate
And then she gets to thinking about your looks, and maybe she’s biased because she’s just decided that you’re delightful, but she feels a little heat come to her cheeks
She zooms in on the picture she’s looking at, admiring your features one at a time
She’s baffled that she hasn’t noticed how good-looking you are until now
And then the memories play again in her head, but this time her heart soars extra high…
She’s in love with you!!
She smacks a hand over her mouth when she realizes it, then breaks into a fit of giggles
Get ready for not-so-subtle hints and extra affection….
She’ll want you to figure it out before she actually confesses lol
Jane the Killer
I feel like she would’ve decided that she loved you pretty early on
Maybe even before interacting with you for the first time
She watched you (perhaps not entirely intentionally at first), and was at once enchanted by your looks and the way you carried yourself
You were like a magical creature of beauty to her
She didn’t dare disturb you in the beginning; she was content just watching
She was sure that her infatuation was purely aesthetic; you were just pretty, that was all there was to it
Except IT WASNT
One day she happened to actually interact with you
She was a little nervous, what with you being held so high in her head
But you absolutely floored her
The way you spoke, the way you saw her as a person…
You hooked her like a bass in a pond
She stood there breathless after your first interaction, watching you walk away with a racing heart
It was then that she knew this was much more than physical attraction
She HAD to have you, or at least try to
And trust me, she will try her hardest 😤
She’ll court you for a while first, just to see if you’re even interested
But if/when you are, she won’t be taking her time in confessing ;D
Tim/Masky
Methinks you’d have been friends for a while first
You went through a lot of things together: good times, bad times, silence, chaos…
And maybe you weren’t besties or anything, or super enthusiastic about each other (actually you’re probably a little cold to each other if anything, even if you do feel strongly attached)
But the point is that you have a history, and you know each other well
Plus there’s an unspoken bond that says you’ll have to tolerate each other for a long time (unspoken obligatory friendship moment)
Not that either of you minded
So one day you’re enjoying some silence together, relaxing out on a balcony and waiting for the dark clouds to pour rain
Your eyes are fixed on the sky, leaving your face in full view of the world
And, more importantly, Tim
He’s not sure why, but his gaze catches on your face
He starts admiring the little features: your eyes, the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows are shaped…
He doesn’t decide that you’re beautiful. He decides that this is the face of someone he loves
It hits him like a truck—just a random thought out of nowhere:
This is the face of someone I love.
And while he’s taken aback at first, with a reddening face he realizes it’s true
He does love you!! All that you’ve been through together really meant something to him
He looks away bashfully, grumbling something when you ask if something’s up
Get ready for the long game…. This man will never confess
He’ll curse himself for even insinuating any feelings for you, so you’ll be left in the dark unless you’re REALLY good at picking up accidental gestures
“Ticci” Toby
He’d be so oblivious to his own feelings
He’d act super affectionate towards you, but only because he acts on impulse
He never stops to wonder why he gets the impulse to hug you or pinch you or say something not-so-mean (even NICE?! 🤯) when he’s around you
He doesn’t even notice that he only gets those impulses for you
So you’ll probably figure it out before him
And it’s only when you start to return that affection that he really starts to question
But again. He is SO OBLIVIOUS
It takes him a very long time to figure it out… you honestly might just have to spell it out for him
He can’t even take hints
I think that when he finally does figure it out, it’s a fleeting thought that catches for some reason
Like, he’s just daydreaming or something and suddenly he’s dreaming of dating you
And he thinks: hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. But it’s not like I like them like that. Wait…. Do I?
And then he’s just. Floored. Because HOW DID HE MISS IT FOR THAT LONG
Literally grips his hair like “WHAT!!!!”
Immediately runs to go yell at you tell you that he loves you
And you’re just like “oh I know. But thanks for finally confessing! <3”
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Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my sweet duckies <33
(divider by saradika)
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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Masky: I just popped my hip and it popped with so much force, I felt the shock of it ripple through my femur and into my knee.
(Y/N): The stanky leg years to be free.
Masky: You're the bane of my existence, you know that, right?
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bunnymaskkiller · 11 months
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Hi! could i maybe get Masky/Tim having car sex with fem!reader? Hope your day is going well!
Yess! I hope you don't mind that I kept it short :3
NSFW Tim x fem!reader 'car sex'
Tw: NSFW! (18+), fingering, unsafe driving,
It was going to be a long car ride. Tim woke you up early for it. The proxies were split up and had to stay in the temp houses scattered around the area for some mission assigned by The Operator. Tim wanted you to stay with him, since the two of you were so close anyways.
You both sat in comfortable silence, save for the low volume music coming from the tape deck in Tim’s car. His fingers tapped the steering wheel idly, nothing but a long stretch of road in front of you and thick forest on either side. 
Tim innocently moves his hand and rests it on your knee, using his thumb to gently rub your thigh. You look up to him with a small smile, to which he reciprocates. You look back to the road just before he starts to move his hand upward. A heat creeps across your face as he firmly rubs your inner thigh. You look towards him again, but his eyes are fixed on the road. You stare out infront of you and slide down in your seat so that your knees are brought up to the glovebox in front of you. His hand glides across the top of your thigh to where your legs meet your hips, gently caressing the crease and getting ever so closer to your sensitive area. You bite your lip softly and squirm a bit, feeling your chest tighten as his hands leave tingling trails across your leg. Tim smirks to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eye, and playfully smacks your thigh.
Tim’s hand travels to your stomach where the button of your jeans rest. His thick fingers fiddle with it, and you can’t help but watch as his movements tease you. Finally, he undoes the button and unzips your jeans. His hand slips under the fabric and rest against your warm mound. A slight breath escapes you and you put your hand on his wrist.
“Don’t crash the car,” you look at him and say with a serious pout. Tim cracks a smile and barely turns to look at you, two fingers working slowly at your clit through the fabric of your panties. 
“What, you don’t trust my skills?” He questions wryly. Your breath catches in your chest as you focus on the sensation of his digits pressing into your sensitive bundle of nerves. A soft whine escapes you as he continues to toy with you. “Hm?” He presses, implying he wants an answer to his question. His hand moves to slip under the fabric of your panties, stroking his fingers through your wet slit. You try to think of a response, but words don’t come to you. You pant softly as he plays with your hole, collecting your juices as the tips of his fingers threaten to push into you. Tim chuckles lightly, attention far from driving now. You clench around nothing, hips twitching in your spot as you yearn for more of him. 
He presses his two fingers into you shallowly, only letting you have one or two knuckles deep. You gasp softly and a sweet moan slips out of your throat. 
“Tim…” you mew, chest heaving with each breath as you arch your back in the uncomfortable car seat. He silently continues, eyes flicking between you and the road. Tim’s fingers pump deeper inside of you, the palm of his hand occasionally brushing against your clit. Your own fingers grab onto his thick forearm, tugging at it slightly.
“God, you’re so needy,” he comments under his breath, adjusting in his seat. He presses harder and faster into you, your thighs tensing as more moans spill out of you. This goes on for a while as you feel your core tighten like a spring, ready to explode in a moment’s notice. Your little sobs and whimpers egg him on until finally he slowly pulls the car to the side of the road. Tim pulls his hand away from your form and you let out a low whine. You eye him curiously as he parks and steps out of the car, moving to your side where he opens the door and manages to slide infront of you. In this tight position, you’re practically folded over yourself. Your thighs press against his torso as he leans over you. He palms himself through his rough jeans with one hand and cups your cheek with the other.
“Don’t give me that sad look, you’re the one who didn’t want me to crash,” he smirks, trailing his thumb over your bottom lip as he rubs up your thigh,
 “Besides, we haven’t even started yet.”
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j0eyj0rdis0n · 5 months
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pastas with a s/o thats a complete flirt like 100% slut plss 🥺🙏
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CREEPS WITH A FLIRTY S/O
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JEFF THE KILLER:
Gives you so much shit but he's the same amount of flirty back so he's basically talking shit about himself too
So make sure you give him the same shit back! Don't let the snarky comments get to you either!
But obviously this man is down for anything at anytime.
He can keep himself contained as long as you're only verbally flirting but once you start touching him its alllll over for you
He's crazy rough too so beware!
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EYELESS JACK:
Has the best self control out of any of the creeps so your flirting doesn't really phase him
Of course it does when you first start with it, but not more than a bit of surprise
But he doesn't reciprocate
Eventually gets fed up with your constant flirting and pins you to the wall and ravishes you
You better pray it's not close to his rut
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TIM/MASKY:
Thinks it's cute but shit he doesn't have time for this!
He's a very busy man and unfortunately he can't please you all the time
Not the type to flirt with his words but more with his actions
Leaving a light kiss on your neck or grazing his fingers up your thigh just to let you know he wants you and he hears what you're saying
When he finally gets his free moment, you're all his and he's all yours. Fuck he's been dying to have you.
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BRIAN/HOODIE:
Flirts right back!!
"If you're so damn confident, take off those panties for me sweetheart"
Confident as fuck because as much as you think you have him wrapped around your finger, it's quite the opposite. He knows how to get what he wants
Will absolutely fuck you in public too so watch your pretty mouth!
Also has no problem working you up with his vile words and leaving you high and dry as he leaves for a mission
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"TICCI" TOBY:
He's down baaaaad...
Gets worked up so so so quick and you could have him begging for you easily
Your words go right to his dick and he's looking at you with those pleading eyes, silently begging you to stroke him like the good boy he is
A horrible flirt that's what he is. So don't expect any quick comebacks or remarks
Gets super embarrassed when you get him worked up in public
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jtkys · 6 months
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Random headcanon post
silly habits I think crp characters would have!!
Jeff-
leaves things everywhere (by accident). Whether it be random items, clothes, etc. he’ll go in one room and put an item down, intending to pick it back up again when he leaves the room, and then will just completely forget it was there and leave to do another thing. People have grown accustomed to just assuming whatever has been left alone is Jeff’s, and usually leave it outside his door or in his room. He’s caught onto this, and has just accepted that whatever is left out in the open now belongs to him. Finders keepers.
Toby-
Doesn’t chew his food enough. I know it sounds silly, but most of the time when he’s eating he just zones out or has his attention on another thing (video, book, game, whatever) , so he doesn’t chew his food enough and swallows pieces that are too big. He doesn’t choke he just sits there like 👁️👁️, and it looks like he’s absolutely out of it, but he’s actually just trying to swallow the food. Will probably just silently stand up and grab a drink to try and wash it down, and then act as if nothing happened. Tim witnessed him doing it once and genuinely thought he had been possessed, now everyone knows to just grab him some water instead of calling for an exorcist.
BEN-
Forgets to take cans/plates/cups out of his room. I’m also guilty of this habit so it’s ok, but honestly I see BEN as quite the introvert, usually hiding away in his room for comfort. He doesn’t really like to eat with other people and is an absolute iPad kid to he’s got to be watching something while eating, so he usually goes up to his room. also, probably drinks atleast 15 energy drinks a day (yeah me too) and simply forgets to throw away the cans, or to bring the plates/bowls that he’s eaten out of downstairs. He intends to do it and then forgets to do it and then just decides he doesn’t wanna make the trip downstairs again to do it. So oh well. Either someone sees the state of his room and does it for him or he very slowly accumulates all of the manor’s plates and glasses, until literally nobody has anything to eat or drink out of.
EJ-
Hits his head on things/bumps into things. Already said in a previous post, but I hc this motherfucker to be TALL. As in he towers over everyone. This, unfortunately, leads to him bashing his head on the doorframes of almost every room, as the massive manor they live in wasn’t designed to home demons that tall, or demons at all, for a matter of fact, which leads me to the next thing. He bumps into things all the time, and has probably broken some things over the years (which he’s profusely apologised for every time) because he’s just so big- also, that tail of his doesn’t help. He tries his best to be a careful gentle giant, he really does, but who can blame him for some slip ups when you’re that size? The others would tease him for it, but he gets embarrassed and insecure about the fact he’s so tall and big compared to everyone else, so they bite their tongues.
Jane-
Leaves lipstick stains on everything. No glass, cup, mug or piece of cutlery in the manor is safe from her various shades of lipstick in red and black. When they host events, when they have a girls night out, or when it’s just a casual night of the adults drinking in the mansion, you can always tell which wine glass belongs to Jane because of the lipstick stain. (On the note of wine, she very specifically will only drink expensive red wine. Love her for that 🗣️🗣️)
Nina-
Doodles on everything. She gets bored super easily, and hates having to sit still for more than five minutes. She usually carries a marker or one of those scented pencils around with her, just so she can doodle on whatever surface she’s forced to sit at. Sometimes, even if she’s standing, she might just draw some silly things on the walls or wherever she can get her hands on. Very often, you’ll find drawings of cats, random squiggles, love hearts, or random notes about or to the residents. It can range from “you owe me $20!!” To “I really liked the way your hair looked today <3” and it makes people happy when they pass by and see what she’s scribbled on the dining room table or hallway wall for them today. She’s so silly how can anyone hate her
clockwork-
Talks in her sleep. This is super random, but I think it’s kinda silly for her. Sometimes, she goes out drinking with some guy friends of hers and come home at like 2 in the morning. Someone, probably BEN, comes downstairs intending to get a snack (because you know damn well his sleep schedule is fucked up as hell) and witnesses her fast asleep on the sofa, mumbling away. He finds it incredibly funny ofcourse and decides to record it, as she mutters away about whatever is going on in her dream. Ofcourse when she wakes up, hungover and grouchy enough as it is, and BEN teases her for it, well. You best believe that he’s already deleted the video and is undoubtedly sworn to secrecy after the threatening look she gives him. (He still tells Jeff though)
EXTRA (cuz I felt like it)
Shut up I know they aren’t technically crp but it’s for the sake of writing. Hush up and sit down 🗣️
Tim-
always leaves the lights on after leaving a room. He hates it when other people do it, and will always lecture someone about wasting electricity and blah blah blah, but he’s just as guilty. He’s usually rushing around with his billions of tasks to do, and forgets to switch off the lights after he exits a room. Truthfully, he feels a bit bad about being so hypocritical sometimes, lecturing everyone else despite the fact he does it himself, but he always claims that “it’s different!!” And he does it because he’s rushing around, everyone else does it cause they’re forgetful (he’s literally just as forgetful, but for the sake of his sanity, indulge in these thoughts and accept the lectures.)
Brian-
Taps on surfaces constantly. This is actually a habit he picked up from Toby, who at first just did it as a stim, but once Brian picked it up, they just randomly began to tap out random made up melodies together for fun. Nobody else gets it, and really, neither do they: it’s their little thing. Sometimes, they’ll silently agree to play a game of trying to guess the song the other person is trying to tap, and if they pick up on it, it’s always a fun little bonding moment of them just tapping on different surfaces together to make said song. They look absolutely crazy doing it, grinning at eachother and tapping away, but they’re happy and having fun, so that’s all that matters. Sometimes, the others catch on and join in, but most of the time it’s their little secret.
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sister-lucifer · 2 months
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A Bullet in the Chamber
Proxies (Hoodie, Masky, Toby) x Gender Neutral Reader
Genre: Horror/Dark Angst 
Summary: They want you to prove your love, to prove that you truly believe you’re meant to be together…with the help of Tim’s revolver, of course.
Content/Warnings: God, where do I start…obviously massive use of a gun, they play russian roulette, descriptions of gore, the proxies are super manipulative and emotionally abusive to reader, just a super obsessive not healthy relationship, this is NOT a feel good fic, it’s implied reader is being held captive 
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“We just wanna…play a little game with you, that’s all,” Tim drawls, his voice deep and lazy as he looks at you from behind his mask. 
You’re nervous suddenly. Unbearably nervous. A cold chill runs throughout your body and makes your stomach convulse in an agonizing manner, and you don’t know if you’re going to vomit or pass out first. You don’t know why. He’s only just started speaking. Maybe it’s the way he drew out the last part of that sentence, or the way he immediately tried to soothe you before you’ve even fully understood what’s going on, or just that look in his eyes that says ‘I want to fucking gut you.’ 
There’s a reason you learned to keep your guard up around these three.
Suddenly the little circle you’re all sitting in on the floor feels much, much tighter than is comfortable, and it doesn’t help that Toby slides in closer, bumping your shoulder with his and flashing you a knowing smirk. What exactly he knows, though, is a horrific enigma to you.
Brian is on your other side, and although he doesn’t move, for a split second he glances at you out of the corner of his eye before his gaze returns to Tim. He’s managing to hold a straight face, but you can see the corners of his mouth just barely twitching as he internally fights to keep the emotion bubbling beneath the surface at bay.
There’s silence for a few moments, you’re not sure how long, but you don’t realize they’re waiting for you to speak until Toby nudges you.
“I, uh…what, um— what kind of game…?” You stammer, immediately regretting your question despite the curiosity that’s gnawing at you like a starving animal. You shudder when Toby giggles, clearly trying to stifle the sound as he bumps your shoulder again. 
Tim thinks over his answer for a moment, scratching at his stubble in a manner that is far too casual. You think he’s going to speak, you’re expecting it, but he doesn’t say anything at first beyond a tired sounding sigh. Your eyes are locked onto his hand as it reaches behind him, and when it emerges once more it’s holding onto the grip of Tim’s revolver. 
“There’s one bullet in the chamber.” 
The world is spinning suddenly as you watch him place the weapon on the ground, and the sound of it sliding across the floor to you makes you sick. You bite back a gag as it slows to a stop in front of you. Your mouth hangs open uselessly as you struggle for words, desperate to pull out some sort of protest to what you know he wants but no sound comes. 
They watch you grapple with yourself for a few moments before Brian places a hand on your knee. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, and normally it would be, but now it feels like a threat. 
“Hey, don’t freak out so soon,” He says, lips curled into a subtle smirk, “We did this all the time when we were younger, it’s practically a rite of passage.”
Unsurprisingly, this does little to quell your fears. You’re shaking now, unable to wrap your mind around how they could be acting so nonchalant about putting your lives on the line like this.
“Listen,” Tim huffs, “I’m gonna be straight with ya, kid. We know how you’ve been feeling recently.” 
That hardly narrows it down. You’ve been feeling a lot of things recently, none of it good and all of it confusing. That’s just the sort of conflict born from this kind of captivity. You shrug, unsure what to say. 
“We know you w-wanna leave,” Toby clarifies, “I saw you staring out t-the window the other day…you just s-sat there for hours.” 
That…made you feel a bit guilty. You shouldn’t, but you do. You could’ve at least made it less obvious. 
“We trust you, hon,” Brian adds with a nod, “But we also think we could all use a little…what did you call it?”
He turns to Tim, who yawns before answering. 
“…Group bonding.” 
You shudder at the phrase. Disgusting. 
“I…I don’t think this is the best way to…t-to do that,” You murmur, but your words hold no weight when you can’t even look them in the eyes. You’d never take the risk of making any sort of real fuss anyways.
Tim shrugs, seeming to consider your words. 
“How would you do it, then?” 
You…don’t have an answer for that. Why don’t you have an answer for that? 
“I-I don’t know, I mean…can’t we just have awkward group sex like other, uh…groups, or whatever?” You ask, hesitating to call your dynamic any sort of relationship.
You make sure to tack on a nervous laugh at the end to make it seem lighthearted, but no one is amused. Toby giggles, but he’s laughing at you, and it’s painfully obvious. 
“Don’t stress about it,” Tim says, “Just think of it as a…a test, you know?” 
He sighs when you shake your head no.
“Ya know, like…a way of proving yourself. I mean, you trust us, right?” 
You hesitate to answer that, but nod quickly when Tim narrows his eyes at you. 
“Good. Well, think of it this way: if we all survive this, it’s a sign that we’re…meant to be together.”
“There has to be a better way—“ You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Brian instantly takes to calming you. 
He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. His other hand comes up to your face, holding your head against his shoulder.
“Calm down, baby,” He says softly, “Don’t jump ship so fast. I told you, we’ve all done this before. We’ll even go first to show you there’s nothing to be afraid of, alright?”
He’s not really giving you a choice. 
You nod.
Maybe you’ll be able to just get this over with. If you sit here for much longer, you’re gonna be sick. 
Toby reaches out to grab the gun first. That doesn’t surprise you at all. He’s never been one for forethought, or common sense in general. One day his hubris will get him killed, you think, but for once you’re hoping it won’t be today. 
Not today. 
Not here.
Not right in front of you. 
Brian doesn’t let you go, continuing to hold you against him as Toby makes a show of spinning the chamber, letting it run until it stops on its own. He giggles with deranged amusement as he presses the end of the barrel to the bottom of his chin, looking back at Tim with a crooked grin. 
There’s silent for a few moments, and you can’t look away from him until you follow his gaze to Tim, who is staring back with furrowed brows.
He’s still for a beat, and then he nods. 
A signal. 
Go. 
You have a split second to process Toby preparing to pull the trigger before you bury your face in Brian’s hoodie and he, in turn, covers your face with his hand and squeezes you tight. It’s hardly comforting, but it’s better than nothing. 
The soft click of the trigger seems to echo endlessly in the silence that follows. 
Silence. 
You quickly look back up and are immediately met with Toby’s hazel eyes looking back at you, their corners crinkled with the wide smile that’s spread across his pale face. 
“Lookie there,” He drawls with a laugh, “This h-handsome face is still in tact.” 
“Hardly the better outcome,” Tim mutters with a roll of his eyes.
This prompts Toby to slide the gun to him next, crossing his arms in feigned hurt. 
“You go n-next then, wise guy. If you blow y-your brains out, at least we’ll know you h-had one.” 
“Shut up,” Tim hisses back as he, too, brings his hand up to spin the chamber of the revolver. You’re still trying to catch your breath. You didn’t think they’d be so eager. 
You’re gripping onto Brian’s hoodie so tightly your knuckles burn as you watch Tim press the barrel of the gun to his jaw, angling it upwards toward the dome of his skull.
He’s not nearly as giddy as Toby. He’s straight faced and silent, which isn’t odd, but something in his eyes is darker than you ever remember it being. You can only see his eyes with his mask on, yet you know his expression exactly. He’s staring right at you, and you’re imagining his brains dashed against the wall behind him, his face and any identifying features that once made him human reduced to a splatter of viscera that barely resembles the pieces of a person. 
And when it’s all over, you think, you’ll surely be the one left to clean the mess of what used to be Tim. You’ll be left to scrub the red stains from the floorboards while the others continue on as if nothing has happened, and suddenly you can’t breathe.
The world stills as once more the trigger is pulled with a click.
Then relief hits you like a shockwave when that click is followed by silence.
Silence.
Your lungs fill faster than you were ready for, and you cough and sputter as your chest heaves with newfound breath. Brian rubs your shoulder gently, his other hand reaching out to grab the revolver as Tim slides it to him. The gun is exchanged without a word, only piercing eye contact as Brian lifts the weapon and spins the chamber, just as his companions had done before him. 
It seems so natural for all of them. In the half a second it takes for Brian to lift the gun you wonder how many times they’ve done this, if you’re the first  person to witness this ritual, and if not, what happened to those who came before you. 
You don’t find any hope of getting answers, though, as you watch Brian press the barrel to the side of his head. He gives you a squeeze, and you can’t tell if he’s assuring you or saying goodbye just in case. 
You still haven’t released his hoodie despite the throbbing pain in your fingers. You’re barely a thread away from tearing out a patch, but you can’t let go. You don’t look at him this time, unable to pull your head away from where it rests on his shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze like you’re trying to crush him, but he only lets out a breathy chuckle and ruffles your hair in response as if he’s amused by your terror. You’re a scared kid to him, a foolish little child running from an imaginary monster despite the very real threat. 
You can hear his hoodie shifting as he adjusts the position of the gun. You can hear the slight scratching against his hair as the barrel moves against his head. You can hear him suck in a quick breath as he readies himself to pull the trigger. 
You hear the click. 
And then silence. 
Silence.
You’ve never been so grateful for silence. 
You nearly jump out of your skin when Toby claps and laughs loudly, practically howling with wildly misplaced celebration. He shakes you in his excitement, unable to get any intelligible words out through his giggling. 
“Shhh,” Brian says with a finger to his lips, “We’re not done yet.”
He’s right. Goddamnit, he’s right. Not everyone has played yet. You were hoping that maybe just this once the higher being that trapped you in this hell would have this minuscule mercy on you, but you were met with a resounding no. 
Brian places the gun on the floor in front of you. You can’t hear the sound of the metal gently knocking against the wood floor, but it makes you feel ice cold. Your world is rapidly going dark as you struggle to make yourself breathe. 
You can feel the others’ eyes on you, three pairs of eyes staring right at you and boring a hole through your skull that’ll surely be identical to the one the bullet will leave. Maybe they’re imagining it, too. 
It seems you’re not moving fast enough for them.
Toby reaches out and grabs your wrist a bit too roughly, forcefully placing your hand on the gun. You wince like you expect it to burn, but you’re left with only the cruel sensation of metal on your palm. 
You weakly curl your fingers around the grip of the gun. It feels impossibly heavy as you lift it, trembling like a leaf in the wind. You force your other hand up, placing two fingers on the chamber of the revolver as you prepare to spin it.
You press the pads of your fingers against the metal, pushing down in an attempt to spin, but the gun slips from your shaking hands and clatters to the floor. You yelp in surprise and clamp your hands over your mouth, tears suddenly forming in your eyes but refusing to flow over. 
Brian sighs. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or just disappointed. He picks up the gun, and you think that maybe, just maybe he’s going to let you out, grant you some small reprieve and tell you you don’t have to do this. 
Instead he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close, and his other hand presses the barrel of the gun right to your head. 
“I’ll do it for you,” He says, as if it’s nothing serious. Like he’s just grabbing a box off a high shelf to be nice. 
You feel like he’s strangling you. He might as well be. It would be a more humane death. 
He’s going to kill you, you think, you’re going to die in this godforsaken house with these bastards, you’re going to die in isolation with no one to honor your body. 
They’ve sentenced you to death. 
You think back to that question of how many have come before you. Is this what they thought about, too? Is this the first, third or twentieth time someone like you has been here? How many unfortunate circumstances have stained the floorboards red over the years this cabin has stood? 
It doesn’t matter. 
None of that matters. 
You’re going to be the next. 
That’s all there is for you to be now. 
A stain of red on the old wood floors will be your only legacy. 
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look up at Brian. His expression doesn’t move an inch. There’s no trace of the humor he always seems to have, not even a hint of feigned compassion or sympathy for your position. He’s not letting you out of this. None of them are. 
You reach down and grab Brian’s hand where it rests in your hip, your nails digging into his knuckles. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t even move beyond adjusting his finger to pull the trigger. 
Each second seems to go on for an eternity, yet at the same time everything is moving far too fast. You can’t process what’s happening but you just want it over with, that’s your only choice. 
He’s lifting his finger, preparing to bring it down on the trigger. 
He’s pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin just a bit harder as he readies himself for whatever happens next. 
This is it. 
This is it. 
This is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is…
The trigger clicks. 
Then there’s silence. 
…it.
Silence.
And then Toby erupts with animalistic, ecstatic laughter. It rings in your ears and echoes around your skull in an almost painful manner. You can’t stand the sound. 
You’re alive. 
The game is over. 
All at once relief floods your body in such an overwhelming manner your vision goes dark. You can’t speak a word before you’ve gone limp in Brian’s arms, and he barely has time to put the revolver down and catch you. He holds you in his arms and makes a half hearted attempt to wake you, but when you don’t respond he looks up at Tim with a smirk. 
“Out like a light.” 
Tim can’t help but chuckle, and for a moment it’s even a full on laugh. This only encourages Toby, who’s flopped over onto his back as his body writhes with mirth. 
Brian groans as he stands, pulling your body up with him. He throws you over his shoulder and nods to the others. 
“I’m taking this one up stairs, gonna put ‘em to bed. I’m sure they’ll be whiny when they wake up, and you two better deal with it.”
Tim and Toby nod and wave him away. Toby’s finally stopped laughing enough to pull himself off the floor as Tim picks up the revolver. He shoves it into Toby’s chest, nearly pushing him over. 
“Go put it up,” Tim orders. 
“Or what?” Toby teases as he takes the gun, “You g-gonna get mad ‘cause I won’t clean up y-your toys?” 
“Just do it,” Tim demands with a growl, clearly not amused. Toby rolls his eyes and huffs like a defiant child, but nods. 
Tim starts to walk away, headed upstairs to his own room, but he pauses on the first step and turns to Toby. 
“Oh, and don’t forget to load it,” He adds, “If it’s empty the next time I need it, I’m gonna kill you.” 
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bumdaspooderman · 5 months
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how the proxies react when flustered🤭🤭
YEEEEAAAHHH
How the proxies react when flustered
((I’m running out of photos))
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Ticci Toby
-Toby is really nervous when he’s flustered, but not in a shy way.
-He’ll of course give much appreciation to whatever made him flustered that you said tho.
-as I said in my last post, When Toby’s riled up or has strong emotions, his tics act up. So he’s a big ‘ol flustered mess right now. Congrats!
-“Toby, did you fall from heaven? ‘Cause you look like an angel~” “omg-(Y/N) you’re gonna kill me, stop-bfhjehdudj-“
-when he tells you to “STAWP”, don’t stop. He loves it.
Tim/Masky
-this man may seem hard to fluster, but I assure you, that’s false.
-But he tries to keep his composure when flustered, given you a “really?” Smirk.
-“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put “U” and “I” together~” “Omg (Y/N)-“
-would just chuckle and shake his head at your cheesy pick up lines. He loves ‘em anyway :)
Brian/Hoodie
-Brian flusters you right back. You got cheesy pick-up lines? He’s got more!
-it will end up with you just throwing pick-up lines at each other for an hour, he loves it. It keeps him young.
-“Brian, if you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable~” “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material~”
-and it goes like that back and forth, over and over again. Brian’s a sweet boy<3
((Yay! Another one done!))
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dina4life · 6 months
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he’s so tired—
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cyberghouleo · 6 months
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Any Tim content pls pls 🙏🙏
Maybe a sweet innocent reader 🫶🫶🫶
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Would make jokes and innuendos that you don’t understand, he likes watching you stare back at him puzzled as you try to put it together.
SUPER protective over you. He knows others will see your kindness as a weakness and knows he has to be on guard when the two of you are around the others, proving that you are off limits. 
Will wrap an arm around your shoulder and bring you close to him while around others. Also will occasionally press a quick kiss into your hair when others aren’t looking, that’s as much pda as he’s willing to do. 
If you try to hold hands together around others, at first he moves his hand away. He thinks it’s too vulnerable and the other guys won’t take him as seriously as a leader. But if you are persistent with it, he will slowly start allowing it to happen and won’t inch away, wrapping his hand around yours. Then it turns into his hand slowly inching over to yours first, trying to subtly hold hands under a table. 
While your kindness is a big contrast from his brashness, he actually likes how kind you are. It reminds him of a part of his old self, the type of person he was before the Operator got involved with his life.
Deep down he wishes he could protect you from the life and job he has, but he knows he can’t. He’s too far under the Operator’s control to do so, and he finds himself resenting it when he watches you sleep peacefully next to him. You make him realize just how fragile normal life is, and he wishes he could have met you under different circumstances, before he lost his former life. 
NSFW
To him, it’s a turn on how innocent you are. He’s into corruption so it’s his goal to turn you from innocent into his personal whore. Also gives him an advantage in power over you, something he won’t complain about. At first you are shy, covering yourself up with your hands and hiding your face while he’s deep inside you. But slowly you start opening up to him, to the point you are laying down and spreading your legs wide open for him. He’s going to make you a complete slut for him sooner or later. 
He loves making you tell him what you want while he’s fucking you, stopping his thrusts until you tell him how badly you want him to fuck you. He’s obsessed with how sweet and innocent you are to everyone else and how pathetic you get as you beg him to fuck you senselessly. 
“Tell me exactly what you want” He will say as he bottoms out inside you, completely stopping his thrusting.
“I want you to fuck me,” you say sheepishly, hiding your face behind your hands.
He grabs your wrist, pinning them down to the bed before speaking. “Say it the way I taught you, baby”
If you're inexperienced it makes him fall ten times harder, he loves the idea of being the only one to have you and his dick being the only one you know. He will make you grind down onto his fingers, enjoying how embarrassed you are and how clumsy your movements are. He finds it hot to be able to teach you exactly how to touch yourself and watching you try to stuff all of him into your mouth. 
Uses your innocence and sweetness against you while degrading you, using fake pity against you whenever you act embarrassed. “Aw, can the poor baby not take it? Don’t tell me you’re fucked out already, hmm?”
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Tim, barging into the room: Toby, I need to ask you-
Toby, lying awkwardly on his bed, flustered and coughing: Uh, yeah, what’s up?
Tim: …
Tim: Is Y/N under the bed?
Y/N, muffled: No.
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creepy-friday · 1 year
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How would the Proxies react to fem, proxy reader having feelings for them also? (This can be romantic or smut whatever you are comfortable with)
I love their dynamics ngl
Creepypasta Proxies x Fem!Reader
|reciprocated feelings|
Warnings: violence,mental illness, abuse,slight suggestive themes mentions
I'll start with our favorite asshole Masky,whose ego would be over the roof if you happen to have romantic feelings towards him
It means that all of his bullying, harassing and abusing you kind of turned out to be in his favor after all!
He wouldn't believe they are genuine in the first place,he thinks that they are just feelings of lust,of passing the time in this fucked up place,he wouldn't mind if that would be the case either
Tim noticed how you care about him,from a simple light of his cigar to the way you offered to patch him up after training.The way you surprisingly went with him instead of suggesting Brian to assist him in a mission,all of these made his chest warm
Masky's assaults would mellow down A LOT to observe you more,he isn't dumb either to your advances.
If you're more confident I see the reader and Masky making out in the woods,giving life to fantasies,but even after that your relationship would take time to be "real"
But,if you're shy and prefer to not make the first move,Masky would continue to harass you until the point he will have a nervous breakdown and yell ask you directly
"Do you have the hots for me or something?stop fucking around with my fucking head"
After this he will actually realise how much of a dick he actually has been and the tiniest hope he had for someone like you to actually be interested in a piece of shit like him would make itself known
Masky will have a cold yet extremely rare moment of weakness with you while Tim would fully try to express himself while also trying to not creep you out
The man will start by treating you distant at first,but he will warm up to you! If you're more "submissive" he would definitely call you "his bitch" and would make very clear that you are his possession
Even if you're more "dominant" he will continue to guard you from the other residents,but he will treat you more like his equal instead of a princess he has to protect
Either way you're the fire of his ice-cold heart
Toby is already delusional,but the prolonged eye contact definitely made his nights longer,both to replay the way you looked at him and the "hand training" if you know what I mean
He knows there's something more to the way you walk and talk about your day with him,that's why he's even more anxious than usual,which is very very bad
If you just realised you liked him and warmed up more to him,you will have about a week or so time to confess before he will have a breakdown and be all over you
He knows he's a creep,a weirdo even (Creep by Radiohead would describe how he feels about you) and would pin you in some place while pressing his weight onto you and asking over and over again if you think he's "worth it"
Let's face it.He's a traumatized young adult who faces constant bullying,death and compares himself to the "competition" who are stronger and "more alluring" than him.His insecurity is more than justified
After the breakdown he will need one or two days to process his thoughts,he definitely needs some reassuraning from you,even if it's small like a side smile or a wink
He's scared of creeping you out and losing you,that's why he would try to be better.After all,he got the woman everybody craves,so this mindset would give him a littttleee confidence
"Lmao,fuck you Masky" eyes everytime both of you walk suspiciously close to each other.Don't get me wrong,you're not a prize but you're definitely worth bragging over with
Toby is also a hypersexual,so except a lot of begging and pretty moans and pleases to do something to him or to let him do things to you
He's a puppy after you,a very loyal and docile one~
We also have the perfect pervert,Hoodie,who much like his friend,doesn't believe your feelings at first to be genuine
He definitely knows you're onto him,that's why he comes to you first as a fuck buddy
If you accept he would except you to be "lovey dovey" with him only when you need something from him,so he finds strange that you continue to be warm even without any sexual needs
If you turn off his offer he would actually find it amusing that you fell over him from all deranged people
There are no mind games anymore for a while, he would simply return your over friendly gestures and slowly make your way deeper into his heart with some deep questions,to make sure you actually can love him
Brian knows you're capable of love,after all you're the most human of them all,but he doubts you want to see what is layered past him
For the first fucking time he becomes soft and is actually afraid of losing this connection,that's why he approaches you with a "fuck it we ball" mentality and asks you one night
"Do you want to love me?" he uses the L word after Toby.It's up to you how you respond,but he is set on making you accept who he is and to continue on letting you love him
As always,he will continue on staying by your side,even more so than he actually did before.
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mouschiwrites · 4 months
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Creepypasta/MH - Little Things They Do To Show Their Love
Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Brian/Hoody, Jane the Killer
Tim/Masky
When it’s cold out, he always gives you his coat
Before you even start to shiver, he’s shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you
It smells like cigarettes and coffee, but it's very toasty
As he puts it on he rubs your arms, trying to warm you up
If it’s extra cold he’ll put his arm around your shoulder as well
He won’t say a word though, he’ll just do it in silence
If you point it out he looks away bashfully
His cheeks go a little red and he mutters:
“Yeah. Don’t mention it.”
When you go back inside he lets you keep the jacket
(for now...)
It makes him happy to see you wearing it; it makes him feel like he’s providing for you :)
Eyeless Jack
He makes sure you’re fed & hydrated
Whenever you’re out together, he always buys you something to eat
Even if it’s just a little snack
He loves buying you your favorite food and surprising you with it
He knows all your likes and dislikes; he never gives you anything you won’t eat
Same with drinks
Though he usually just gives you a glass of water
He won’t pressure you to eat/drink though
He’ll just hand it to you with the expectation that you’ll get to it eventually
He might remind you that it’s there if you haven’t touched it in a while
“Hey, your food is in the bag on the counter. You can microwave it if it’s too cold.”
He just likes to know you’re healthy and hydrated, it makes him feel relaxed
Nina the Killer
Whenever you’re in public, she’s always touching you in some way
She prefers to be holding hands with your arms linked
She also likes locking pinkies if you’re not that into PDA
If your hands are occupied, she’ll just put her hand in the crook of your elbow
If her hands are occupied too, she walks shoulder-to-shoulder beside you
If you’re out together and you’re not touching, it doesn’t feel right
It makes her a little worried
“Y/n, is there anything wrong? Did I do something?”
Physical touch is her main method of communicating affection, so she feels blocked out when she can’t touch you
It’s also her way of showing people that you’re together
Not in a jealous way though; more in a “look at my partner!! Aren’t I lucky?” way
Clockwork
She sends you pictures of things that remind her of you
She isn’t materialistic enough to bring them to you (unless you ask), but she just likes to show them to you :)
A cool leaf, a pretty flower, a shirt, it could be anything
Sometimes it’s something weird like a dead wasp or small animal
“Saw this and thought of you <3”
Even if it’s weird, she never means it backhandedly
She’s always doing it out of affection
She genuinely does spend a lot of time thinking about you, so this is her way of showing it
The smallest of things reminds her of you, and she wants to let you know
Though she usually won’t give the object to you, she might hold onto it herself
Not forever; just until she finds something else that reminds her of you
She frequently has a pebble or something in her pocket for this purpose
She’ll pull it out when she wants to be reminded of you again
Brian/Hoody
He watches you
Not in a stalker way (though I might argue that he does that too)
When you’re together, he pays close attention to your body language
He uses it to discern your current wants/needs
Like if you’re at a party and you start to look a little bored/uncomfortable, he notices immediately and comes up with an excuse for you guys to leave
Or if you look anxious, he’s ready with a distraction for you
“Let’s not stress ourselves out. How about we watch your favorite show?”
He knows all your physical tells; he can read you like a book
Even when you’re verbally denying it, he knows you better than that
Sometimes he even catches things before you’re aware of them yourself
He gets cocky about it sometimes
He’s not trying to be condescending, he’s just really proud that he’s able to help you like that
Jane the Killer
She kisses your hand
It’s a greeting, a goodbye, and everything in between
She’ll reach over, grip your hand gently, and bring it to her lips
Sometimes it’s a quick peck, sometimes it’s a tender and soft kiss
It's usually when she's feeling especially adoring that she kisses you more tenderly
If she's feeling a little goofy she'll bend down in a low bow and say:
"My lady."
Either way, she can’t go long without giving your hand a smooch
It starts as a show of affection, but it quickly becomes a habit for both of you
When you meet, you’re both holding out your hands already for your little ritual
Same thing for when you’re saying goodbye, or when there’s a moment of quiet
It’s not too excessive, but it is pretty often
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Thank you so much for reading! Take care lovelies <33
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bunnymaskkiller · 1 year
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Hey so,
How about the s/O from the creepypastas randomly comes up to them and gives them a inuit kiss??
I love this! My mom and I used to do this when I was a little kid.
If anyone doesn’t know, an Inuit kiss or a “kunik” is the action of rubbing one’s nose against another’s cheek (from Wikipedia.) It doesn’t have to be on the cheek though, usually, it’s pictured as two people rubbing the tips of their noses together. You may also know it as a nose kiss or nose rub and it’s most infamously known as “Eskimo kiss” but it’s an outdated term. I think in some cultures it’s considered “sharing the same breath” which I think is poetic.
Most of them will be shocked or confused at first, but many of them will accept it with warmth. Jeff will be embarrassed, but he’ll secretly love it. “Alright, alright… that’s enough!” He’ll say but he can’t stop himself from smiling.
Hoodie and Eyeless Jack will think it’s cute and do it with you, Jack especially likes it because he gets to inhale your scent. Hoodie will give a little chuckle, enjoying the closeness.
Masky will appreciate it, but he’ll smell like cigarettes. He takes it more seriously, Toby might be giggling and laughing as he does it but Masky takes reprieve in it– meaning that it makes him feel calm and grounded. He may kiss your forehead after as well.
Don’t try it with Laughing Jack cause he’ll stab u with his big ass pointy nose.
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