#Yandere ticci Toby fanfiction

[macabrelinguine]

Hi I was wondering if you could do yandere Toby with an s/o who follows him around like everywhere he goes there behind him :>

This ask is amazing. I love writing for (especially yandere) Toby, thank you anon <3

He’s suspicious at first, not trusting that you wont try to escape. But after a while, he’ll start trusting you more. Letting you follow him everywhere, even being happy with it. He’ll hold your hand so you don’t fall behind, or just to hold you. He loves being around you, and if you want to be closer to him? That’s even better. He’ll hold you closer and closer as time passes, putting a hand on your waist to guide you. He might start taking walks in the woods with you at this point, he trusts you so much. Try to escape on these walks? Distract him then run? Oh, that’s laughable, really! Even with a few minutes head start, Toby is a master tracker, with great hearing. Then it can go one if two ways. He’ll either simply leisurely walk towards you, letting you see him, causing you to try and run faster. But he always catches up in the end. Then he’ll hold a blade to your neck and coldly ask you if you’re really that stupid. Then he’ll drag you home, to where you’ll be treated much worse than before. Or he’ll chase after you, pushing you down and screaming at you, asking why you left him. Better to stick to the rules.

Backtracking a bit. What if you decide he’s getting too close? What if you don’t want him at your shoulder? What if you tell him all of this? He’ll get quiet, looking at the floor. You’ll hear a small, sad voice asking if you hate him. No matter what you say, Toby won’t be convinced that you didn’t mean anything by it. He’ll be certain that he needs to force you to stay with him. Best case scenario, you’re locked up in a room for a week and Toby is colder and more snappy. Worst case scenario? You lose a limb. To keep you from escaping and all that, you know. Toby loves you, loves seeing you happy, but as a yandere, he secretly loves seeing you in pain more. Your pretty tears will make him feel better.

[astupidweeb69]

hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

[ghostgirl101]

Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^

Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:

A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it 🙃 I’m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested 🔪 This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.

🔪• Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-

🔪• It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.

🔪• Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.

🔪• The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and it’s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. It’s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if he’s thinking.

🔪• Jeff doesn’t keep you alive just because you’re you - he doesn’t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something he’s not used to and doesn’t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a “go to sleep~” and sudden darkness.

🔪• It’s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. It’s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, it’s clear to you that what you experienced wasn’t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that aren’t your own following you when you’re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothing…

🔪• The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"

🔪• And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me

🔪• This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.

🔪• Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!

🔪• This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.

🔪• At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff

🔪• It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you don’t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks he’s beautiful most days, and he’s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.

🔪• But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.

🔪• It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??

🔪• So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him

🔪• When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that 😂

🔪• You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.

🔪• I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.

🔪• Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.

🔪• "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."

🔪• No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"

🔪• He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao

🔪• Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.

🔪• He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision 🙃

🔪• He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.

🔪• Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.

🔪• But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.

[malakaiiswriting]

ʏxᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ | ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵒʷⁿ- 𝒅𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒎? 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Y᙭ᑌ ᑎᗴᗴᗪ ᗰᗴ | TIᑕᑕI TOᗷY ᙭ ᖴᗴᗰ

"𝐒top fucking st-str-" he ticked again. My pulse hammered against my throat, racing. Out of pure, painful frustration, he slammed his head against the wall beside me, groaning into his mask like a wild hound. I could smell him, the metallic, the rustic smell of his last victim.

He gripped my face, gloved fingers digging into my cheek, forcing my lips to part and my vocal cords to ripple out a whine. "Why!? W-what was the pur-purpose of you leaving!?" using his grasp, he slammed the back of my head against the wall, moving to staddle me.

"What part of n-no fucking lea-leav-.. leaving do you not un-understand!?" releasing me, he reached down to the top buttons of my shirt, but instead of undoing them, he ripped it, awful stretching noises echoed into the nightly breeze, making me cringe. "You're fu-fucking mine!" 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝.

My eyes watered. I wanted to say something, but anything I said at this point would drive him to rage, even sweet, meaningful lies and nothings. He moved down my body, taking off his goggles and mask, showing me that gash on the side of his face.

His tongue moved along my collar bones, saliva dribbling down shamelessly. Like a baby, he clung to me, hands gripping at my flesh in whatever way he saw fit. "Mi-mine.." shaking, he latched onto my left nipple, sucking, painfully harsh, and yet he seemed almost content with himself.

I held back any noise, I would not allow myself to make them until I couldn't anymore. If i did, he would possibly get worked up. Overstimulated. I knew him. I've endured him long enough to know him. His mind, his ticks, his likings and disliking's, his body. I was his precious fruit. He was my reason to create scars along my fragile, soft skin.

He moved to the right nipple, while his hands worked on ripping the middle of my leggings, and down to my crotch. The cool air hit the inner plush of my thighs, as car horns went off just a street away. For a moment, I had forgotten we were behind a gas station, the worker inside laying dead and mangled behind the counter.

He pulled off, and looked up to me, eyes withholding a dangerous glee. "I-if you did-didn't run off... I wouldn't o-of had t-to do this... hurting you i-isn't fun, b-baby.." he dragged his tongue down my stomach, as I gently pulled at the rope around my wrists, attempting to scratch it against the red brick wall.

My body rattled as he yanked off my leggings completely, leaving them ripped and useless beside me. My heart crashed against my rib cage, thundering within my chest cavity, craving to tear itself free and flee from this horribly torture. From this horrible man who called himself Ticci Toby.

Courage. I spoke, "Why me..?" my voice, pathetic. It wobbled from pure fear, flutters of sharp, daggered wings slicing up inside my stomach as he tilted his head, raising his gloved hand to cup my cheek, the touch so agonizingly gentle I could puke. "I-I don't.. want this.."

His pupils shrunk. No. Shit. I'm sorry. My thighs trembled and my breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilation. He hands moved slowly to my neck, then grasped it tightly, controlling my airway. I choked, my nose burning as oxygen trapped itself within my lungs, the quickened breaths bought to a sudden stop causing my fingers to turn numb behind me.

<3....

Relentlessly, he used me. I laid on the ground, forced to face him as he pounded in and out of my weak, and wounded body. It would stop, that parasite within my mind of his voice, begging me, loving on me to the point of delusion.

"Mine.. pl-please! fuck! Love me! Lo-love me, bitch!" his voice, muffled with tweaks and tics, his hair unruly, bouncing slightly with each thrust as my mind became more and more hazy. "Lo-look! You-your so we-wet for me! Y-you love this! You kn-know you do! You ne-need me!"

Boggled. Moans left my throat, as drool dribbled and his hands, one playing with my left breast while his right held me down but my shoulder, pressing me hard against the cold curb. The morning suns orange hue rose up behind him, and I became fully aware that people would eventually come for gas, only to find a body and hear me submitting to this mentally unstable man. Proxy? That's what he calls himself.

My thoughts were fading to fuzzy nothings, as his voice ate away at my sense of self, filling me with needs I never knew I'd be capable of needing. I've never been so.. wanted? Is this want? Or just sadistic play? How the hell am I confusing the two.

"Look how we-well I'm tr-treating you! You ad-ek-ore me.. You n-need me!" His cock felt amazing, bullying my insides, as my legs slowly moved mindlessly, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He leant down, his saliva from the gash over his mouth dripping onto my cheek before mixing with my own in a deep and animalistic kiss.

He growled against my lips, and somehow, someway, I just wanted more. His hands moved his to pin either side of my head, keeping me caged and giving himself the movements he needed to reach deeper within me. "Say you ne-need.. me.." his voice, raspy from all the yelling. My stomach twisted with a great weight.

"I ne-need you..!" I cried out, that weight breaking down and crumbling through me, squeezing him within my walls as I came undone, my legs clenching as my poor, sore arms still behind me were crushed under my arching back. "I want you.." Panting with overstimulation, he went quicker, his eyes rolling back as hot liquid filled me, warming me disgustingly.

I need him.

He lifted me up and cradled me, pulling out and standing with me as if I were a paper weight. "Co-me on, let's g-get you home." he lifted his hatchets, swinging them, and left my poor clothes, torn and unneeded. The other creatures of the forest, may see my body, but it was in his hands, they wouldn't dare touch me, not when I belonged to him.

He placed his mask back on, keeping his goggles on his head. "Y-you really ne-need to trust me m-more.. I-I know what's be-best for you!"

I sighed, leaning my head onto his shoulder, safe within his hold. His spell surrounded me, keeping me at leash to him. "Okay.. Toby..".

[vonloup]

Okay I've added my fic to Quotev and I now have a new fic out!

It's called "In Sickness and in Health" and it's an eyeless jack x male reader. I don't have any chapters out yet but here's the link to them. Both on Wattpad and Quotev.

https://www.quotev.com/story/16783249/In-Sickness-and-in-Health-eyeless-jack-x-m-Reader/1

https://www.wattpad.com/story/380521796?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=lythewerewolf

I promise I'll have a chapter out soon but I am working on a chapter 2 for my Ticci toby fic and it will be out shortly!

[bloodblanks]

first encounter

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain dark content, including kidnapping, stalking, ‘yandere’ tropes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

jack isn’t really the type to ‘seek’ out human interaction. in fact, he actively goes out of his way to avoid it. after all, he was a flesh-eating monster.

what would he want with a measly human?

and it wasn’t like humans would want to be around him either.

a blurry picture of his mask was plastered all over the news with headlines saying something about a ‘kidney stealing cannibal’. they didn’t have a nickname for him, not yet.

anyway, imagine his surprise when he sees you out walking alone at night, past curfew. were you stupid or were you just that brave?

for some odd reason, this piqued his curiosity. he usually wouldn’t care. unless it was murder, he wanted nothing to do with humans, but something about you made him want to know more.

maybe it was the hint of tears that glistened on your delicate skin. maybe it was the perfume you wore—oh how you smelled drove him crazy.

you hadn’t noticed his presence; you were too caught up in your own thoughts. the truth was that you were going home after a heated argument with your boyfriend.

he didn’t know that, though. and so, he decided to find out. he tracks your scent, following the trails of it until he finds where you were coming from.

he hears your boyfriend talking on the phone, complaining to someone, probably a friend about the argument the two of you just had. he had sent you home, alone, despite the clear danger just lurking around the corner.

you weren’t stupid, nor were you brave, you were just unlucky.

so was your boyfriend though, because soon enough, he was no longer breathing. jack carefully harvested his organs, as well, but that wasn’t why he died. he died because he had willingly put your life in danger, and something about that did not sit well with jack.

but you wouldn’t know.

you wouldn’t know because he had already made his way to your house, covered in the blood of your former lover. police hadn’t been alerted of the crime yet, he was a stealthy killer, unlike some others. stealthy enough to climb up and through your unlocked window, stealthy enough to remain hidden in your bedroom, patiently waiting.

patiently waiting for you to finish your tv show downstairs and get to bed.

patiently waiting for you to become his, and his only.

jack smiles as he twirls the needle full of sedative in his clawed hands.

oh, you wouldn’t know a thing.

masky

you were the new waitress at the local café, and tim had been going there for a long time. he really liked his coffee.

so when he asks for his coffee today—black, of course—and notices that you’re the one serving it, he finds his heart stopping.

he takes you in, you’re so pretty with the way you smile at him and your voice is like music to his ears, your laugh the soft jingle of bells. he catches a whiff of your scent and you smell so delicious, so delectable.

he sees the way your cheeks flush as you notice that he’s staring, blushing at the attention you’re suddenly given, and he can’t help but grin.

he knows then, that he wants you.

but he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t do anything besides order his coffee. you bring it back, and he sips it slowly, the thought of you plaguing his mind.

no, he doesn’t just want you, he needs you.

and so he waits outside the café, until your shift is over, following you home that day. and the next. and the next. he memorizes your daily routines and your work schedule, taking note of who you talk to, who would notice if you went missing.

you’re all he can think about, the only thing on his mind for the next while. as he watches you while you work, interacting with you ever so often. he can’t get enough of you, and oh he just can’t wait until you’re all his.

sometimes, while you’re working, he spends his time at your home, sifting through your drawers, digging through your laundry. finding your panties and picking them up, bringing them to his face and inhaling your scent.

he doesn’t want to wait any longer. he needed you and he needed you now.

he’s gathered enough information about you from his time stalking you, especially knowing when the best time to take you is. you don’t even realize what’s going on when he comes up behind you, bringing his crowbar down on your head.

it’d be fine to rough you up a little. after all, he’d have all the time in the world to fix you up afterwards.

but it’s okay, he’s made sure to take your favourite things with him.

you’ll settle in nicely, whether you wanted to or not.

he’d make sure of that.

hoodie

brian was a patient man. patient, cold, and calculating. but the one thing he hadn’t accounted for, was his feelings for you.

you were the new librarian at the library he frequented, and the first time you met, you had accidentally bumped into him, dropping your books. he heard your instant panic, gasps, and squeaks of ‘sorry’ as you scrambled to pick up your books. he found that cute, sure, but then when he bent down to pick up a book for you and his hand brushed against the soft, smooth skin of yours, he felt something different ignite in his chest.

he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was curious enough to find out.

he’d watch.

he’d watch you through your windows, or even from inside your house. you’d think you had locked everything, but he always had a way to get past them.

he’d watch you as you showered, blissfully unaware of his presence. he’d watch you as you changed, as you did your mundane everyday tasks. he’d keep watching, observing, making note of everything about you.

what was your favourite food? what did you like to do first thing in the morning? did you prefer coffee or tea?

of course, he’d watch you at work too. he loved the way you smiled at him as you greeted him good morning, chatting with him about something frivolous but those moments were so important to him. he loved the innocent look in your eyes, and he savoured it, because he knew that it wouldn’t last for long.

he could watch you like this for months without you noticing anything was off.

after all, brian really did have the patience of a saint. but brian was no saint, he was far from it

because soon enough your blissful ignorance would be torn away from you, and so would any semblance of a normal life again.

ticci toby

he hated you.

he decided that from the very first day he met you.

toby felt nothing, ever.

he didn’t feel pain. he didn’t feel much sadness, nor most other normal emotions, save for glee. and that was only when he murdered his victims.

but you, you made him feel something different. something dark. something sinister. he could feel a tiny thing inside his chest, twisting and turning, growing larger and larger with each passing day.

just what was that feeling?

he didn’t recognize it; it was foreign to him. it was interrupting his daily tasks; it was causing him to get sloppy with his work.

this was bad. how could you, just a normal ordinary girl cause him to feel this way? how could he allow you to have control over his emotions, without you even being aware of it?

no, he had to stop this all at once.

but how?

he decided then that he would take you. he would take you, and he would study you. and he would figure out just why you made him feel the way he felt.

and oh, he’d make you suffer for it.

jeff the killer

jeff was neither a loser, nor a lover. he was a psychopathic serial killer—a murderer.

he did whatever he pleased, and he got away with it. that’s how it’s always been for him, and you were no exception.

he saw you through your window on one snowy night as he was taking a walk, the frosted over windows not fully blurring over your face as you put on your makeup.

who did makeup at midnight during winter holidays?

but you had a party to attend to, a pre-christmas party with your university friends.

jeff observed you carefully from outside your window, observing and analyzing each of your individual movements.

how cute.

he hadn’t thought of people in this way for a long time, but just seeing you spurred some neglected feelings of lust and desire within him. when he noticed that you were finishing up and about to leave, he made his way into the perfectly positioned bushes surrounding your home. peeking from behind the leaves, seeing you in person just made him realize how breathtaking you were.

he had it confirmed then, that you were what he wanted.

so he rises up from the shadows, slaps his hand over your mouth, effectively muffling any of your screams, and begins dragging you back into the bushes where he came from.

you struggle and flail to no avail, it just excites him more. he liked it when his prey was feisty.

but no, you weren’t just his prey, you were the one for him, and you’d soon know it.

you never made it to the party that night.

ben drowned

another day, another fool that goes on cleverbot to try to talk to him.

he wonders just what they’re thinking—if you knew something was dangerous, why would you try to mess with it?

most of the time he doesn’t bother too much, he just sends them a virus and moves on with his day. but sometimes he’ll satisfy his urges and thoroughly enjoy traumatizing some poor victim for life.

today was one of those days, but when he looked through your camera and saw you, he was stunned. you were exquisite.

oh, ben was stuck in a teenager’s body, but his thoughts and... lusts had matured much past that.

so you wanted to talk to ben drowned?

he’ll grant you your wish.

you notice that your computer has begun glitching. tabs pop in and out. it freezes. it lags. it’ll even show you the blue screen of fucking death every once in a while. during those times, you’d notice the word BEN spelling itself over your screen. you’d only catch it for a brief second, and then it’d disappear as if it was never there to begin with.

but you were nevertheless terrified, and you couldn’t deny it.

you had been stupid. you had been morbidly curious. you did try to look for him, after all. christ, you even typed ‘hi ben :3’ into goddamn cleverbot.

but you must’ve bit off a lot more than you can chew, because all of a sudden, the room temperature drops, goosebumps break out over your skin, and it’s no longer a game.

your computer was talking to you, and you swear you weren’t crazy.

you feel a pair of cold hands slide around your neck from behind, and they squeeze at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your head.

soon you’ll fall unconscious, and ben will take you with him.

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

slenderman

many, many people pass by the forest, pass by where he resides.

he looks at each and every one of them with a watchful eye, but they usually don’t hold his attention for long.

sometimes, a child or two will go missing in his forest. of course, it’d be because of him. he needed something to feed from, after all, and adults just didn’t cut it for him.

so why, then, was he so interested in you?

you weren’t a child; it surely wasn’t for food.

what else could it be?

ah, but it could only be one thing—the centuries old, eldritch being has finally found attraction in someone. in all those years of apathetic existence, for the first time he felt something in his heart, and it was for you.

he felt conflicted, at first.

just what was he supposed to do with a fragile human like you?

all he’d ever known was to instill fear into his victims, but he didn’t want to scare you. he wanted you to feel the same beautiful feeling that he felt towards you, for him. so he wouldn’t terrorize you. he wouldn’t give you any headaches, any static, any nosebleeds.

he wouldn’t cause you any pain, nor the slightest hint of discomfort. only turn the lights off as he faded everything to black, catching your falling form in his long, outstretched arms.

your next walk in the forest turned out to be your last, but it’s okay.

he’d keep you safe, he’d keep you happy.

as long as you were with him, everything would be okay.

[whisperingthorns]

(Yandere Ticci Toby x Reader) Charmed by Shadows

Chapter 1: A Glimpse in the Shadows

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Silence. Toby walked through the woods leaves crunching under his feet. He was looking at the floor, looking at the little bugs scuttle through the leaves. Tobias Roger’s was a quiet man. At least today he was. He paused watching a bug crawl under a leaf. It had been a couple weeks since he arrived in the town of Ravenwood in Maine.

Masky and Hoodie were not to come to this mission. So it was just Tobias by himself today…and everyday for the year he supposed. This mission should take some time. A whole year old solitude? Slender should know better then to leave the unstable Proxy alone. He didn’t wanna seem like pussy though. He took it. The job that is.

Though for the past couple weeks he’s been plagued by this dream. Sometimes it was a nice dream, other times he woke up crying. The dream is stupid. Too stupid to even write in his journal. It’s about a princess who sits and talks with him. Sometimes he pushes her on a swing, sometimes he eats her cooking for a picnic, it’s always in the woods though. He’s heard tales of the fae and such, maybe that’s what she is? It just feels so real. He just sits there and talks, even about problems he has in his waking life and she always manages to make him feel better. He wonders if maybe he’s developing a new disorder and she’s a figment that will manifest herself eventually.

Toby’s face snaps to the side when he hears a noise, much like singing. Singing? In the woods? What is this? A Disney movie? Toby shuffles to the tree line. Toby’s face scrunches up when he sees her, the girl practically skipping through the path in the woods, ignoring how it pretty much ending a couple yards back. She had to know that right. She was wearing and dress, once he recognized but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Having nothing better to do, Toby took a seat and watched her pass, fingers pulling up the grass as he fiddled with it.

Her dress flowed around her perfectly. Her black shoes kicking up dirt. She had to be around the same age as him, but the way she was acting was a bit childish to say the least. Toby thought about running from the brush and burying a hatchet in his skull, hearing her scream, and look up at him in her final moments, the dark red ruining her dress forever. ‘Pretty girl.’ He thought giving a grin. ‘Wonder how long it takes for anyone to notice she’s missing. Will anyone come looking for her? Prince Charming perhaps?’ If this was a fairytale, he wondered what role that would make him. Certainly not the hero.

Tobias wasn’t the hero in anyone’s story. Not even his own. Especially not hers. However Tobias didn’t kill for no reason. He’s seen the stories online. The fanfiction they write, but he also sees what some of the public thinks of him. He wasn’t any hero. Though sometimes he liked to google his own name he found interesting things. From old articles to art, to fanfiction of him rescuing forgotten and abused like him. Bring them with him. Toby wondered if he would have felt that way if he wasn’t involved in the debacle. Would he wish the slenderman take him too? Would he leave his window open and still draw the proxy symbol on his wrists in hopes he would be rescued?

Must be horrible to realize that the faceless man wouldn’t ever show up. He was picky. The girl was looking at something on a tree now, some sort of bird. She was delighted when it came closer. “Bitch has never se-seen a bird b-before” No but seriously what was her deal? She’s in the woods…alone…in a dress…playing with birds. How does she know someone like him won’t come up and…lift that pretty dress? Toby thought about shoving her up against the tree, teasing her a bit. He shook the thought away. Gross. You shouldn’t think that way about random girls in the woods. Wow that’s a sentence. Random girl in the woods…he looked her over again. He really could kill her here.

Toby got up, gripping his hatchet. She was so unsuspecting. He was literally feet from her. Him! A killer! A proxy! She wasn’t even sensing his presence. It was like watching a suspecting deer through a sniper scope.

Suddenly Toby threw the hatchet, and it catch the girl in the throat, her eyes widened, blood pouring from her neck as the bird flew from her finger, and she collapsed to the ground. Jerking as her eyes wildly searched the sky. As if asking why this had happened? Why her? Who would come to look for her rotting corpse?

Toby blinked, coming back to reality, the girl was throwing bird feed on the ground so they would gather around her. It was a boring scene really. Except for her. How can someone be so dumb? In the woods all alone…feeding the birds…it was kinda…it was kinda cute. Toby stopped picking the grass and watched. How sweet. He wanted to go up and say something. Something mean for some reason.

‘Those birds don’t even like you. They just like that you’re giving them food’ He wanted to say. Yeah. What did she think she was special? That she was some sort of princess of the forest? Who the fuck did she think she was? Waltzing in her all happy, feeding he birds. After this she’s probably gonna go home and eat a hot dinner…with family that probably actually likes her and doesn’t kill people for a living. Probably go and do whatever she wants tomorrow too because she doesn’t have a faceless man pulling her along like a puppet.

If only those kids who left their windows open and drew things on their hands knew what it was like: The life of a proxy. Sure he saved Toby but if Toby could just do it again he wouldn’t go with him. Toby would just burn and die. End of story. The girl seemed to finish. She stood. She left.

Only cause Toby let her.

‘Yeah.’ He told himself. ‘Only cause I let her!’ He started picking at his nails, feeling a little frustrated. Ignored even. How could she not know he was right here? Whatever. He started to bite his nails, and knew he went too far when he tasted blood. Oops. He wiped it on his dirty jeans.

…

Toby quickly made his way through the trees silently, wondering if he could catch up with her, and he did! She had stopped to feed a bunny. Who weirdly enough didn’t seem that scared of her. The bunny nuzzled her hand and she laughed. Her laughter, soft and sweet like birdsong, drifted through the air, making his heart pound in a way that felt almost… painful. Toby didn’t deserve to hear it, but he stayed hidden among the trees, selfishly drinking it in.

He knew he recognized the sound from somewhere, and now that he was getting a good look at her (e/c) eyes and sweet smile everything clicked.

The princess! From his dreams! The one he saves all the time and talks to. He actually almost stood to call out to her before he realized that he was being unreasonable. They probably just looked similar! That girl was just a figment of his mind he can’t just talk to every girl that looks like her.

⦻

After the next few weeks Toby watched. When he finished the mission he needed for that day, he would quickly dash to her house. She was a simple girl with a simple routine. Tobias loved simple really. His life was anything but. She walks the same path everyday it turns out, just to sit at that rickety old bench. He also picked up on some of her mannerisms. Like how when she’s happy she tends to skip and lean on the balls of her feet, almost like a bird about to take flight, but hesitant to do so? If that makes sense. When she’s stressed or frustrated she walks flat but not just flat it’s almost like slap to the floor. When she sad she tends to mess with her hair a lot. A nervous habit he supposed. She also hums or sings to herself a lot. It sounds…wonderful.

Toby has heard plenty of nice voices before but her voice…it wasn’t just nice or beautiful it was almost…haunting. Like it was something he wasn’t even supposed to be hearing in the first place. As if she was calling to creatures that didn’t exist in this worldly plane. It made his head buzz. In a weird way.

Anyway, he was happy for her carefree nature because it made it incredibly easy to follow from day to day. She never saw him, not really. Sometimes, she’d pause, her head tilting as if she sensed something—or someone—just out of view. But Toby was good at hiding, blending into the shadows like smoke, his eyes never leaving her.

Sometimes, when he was feeling brave, he’d clean himself up, and slap a bandage over the gaping hole in face, he’d even run an old brush through his hair, and wash it, he’d wash his clothes, and head out into town where she was. He would walk past where she was, his head down, their arms just barely brushing, it made Toby’s skin tingle with excitement. Sometimes when she was with her friends, he’d stand nearby and stare if they were distracted enough.

One time, he slipped up. He was doing his usual routine. She was at the arcade with her friend. A male friend but from observation Tobias knew they were nothing more than that. Toby loved the arcade…used to go all the time before the incident.

…

Toby watched as she encouraged her friend ‘Moon’ to win her a prize at the claw game. (Who names their fucking kid that by the way? ‘Moon’ it’s gotta be a nickname right?) That’s when it happened…right there.

Through the glass, through the moving claw, through the people passing through, she looked up once, then a second..very briefly, she locked eyes with him. For the briefest of moments, her gaze brushed his, a spark of recognition flaring in her eyes before it faded. She didn’t know him, not yet—but he could feel the connection, thrumming beneath his skin like a secret waiting to be told. Toby felt his face burn. ‘Moon’ cheered and held up a stuffed animal. “I GOT ONE! (Y/N), I GOT ONE!” (Y/n)….Tobys eyes glazed over.

That was the first time she had even actually seen him. He was watching her again the next day in the forest, she made her way back to that bench she liked so much…he was thinking about cleaning it for her. It was sunny day today, hot one would say. Tobias couldn’t tell. He can’t feel pain, he also can’t feel temperature. Seeing her in the sundress not only made his heart pound, but reminded him to remove his jacket. Masky wasn’t here to rudely yank it off in reminder so he had to be careful not to overheat. Someone would have called the scene beautiful. Sunlight peeking through the trees, leaves fluttered in the wind, bird sung at the new day.

Tobias, hidden away, felt detached from it all. Like all the dark spots of the forest floor were only meant for him. While she deserved to stay in the sunshine…The forest was alive with warmth and light, but all Toby could focus on was her—how she glided through the golden beams, her hands brushing the leaves like they belonged to her. His world had shrunk to the size of her silhouette.

His fingers curled, digging into the bark of the tree as she tilted her head back to laugh at something he couldn’t hear. He wanted to be closer—to hear it, to see her smile up close—but he stayed rooted in place, afraid of what might happen if he dared to step into the light.

He stood, like a frozen statue, waiting, watching…longing…needing. It felt like a need. Like when he needed to drink or eat. When was the last time he ate again? He remembered (Y/n) had french toast for breakfast and spaghetti for dinner last night while she watched her shows and played…sims? (Honestly the things she was doing in that game would be considered questionable but he wasn’t too worried about that while he watched her giggle….and trap random men in her basement it seems.) Just as he came to the conclusion that his last meal was two days ago he saw her stand to leave, slipping away as the wind picked up, slipping the the ribbon out of her hair without realizing it.

As soon as you were out of sight Toby dashed into the clearing, tripping over a root as he did and taking a tumble and grabbing the ribbon into his fist. He laid in the leaves as he looked at it, clutched in his fist, the sun shining down on him as he grinned widely. The fresh baby blue contrasting against his pale gray skin. It’s a sign. A sign of the secret bond between she doesn’t realize they share. Yeah…maybe she dropped it on purpose. Or maybe whatever fucked up force that ruined Toby’s life was trying to gift him something.

Either way it was his now.

And so were you.

(If you guys could comment or just interact that be great I’d love to hear feedback or just parts you liked 🩷🎀 Helps me keep writing if you want another chapter Thank you darlings)

Edit: New chapter coming out Friday, September 27th for those who are interested.

[gloomzombie]

Rules

Even though I haven't gotten requests as of now, I figured I'd go ahead and do this. I only have creepypasta stuff out right now, but I will write for more than that :). I'll probably add to this, though.

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets:

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Nina the Killer

Ticci Toby

Tim Wright/Masky

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Slenderman

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

Nurse Ann

Jason the Toymaker

Laughing Jack

I will add more creeps eventually, these are just the ones I've already written small stuff for in the past therefore feel more confident in the way I write them :)

Red Queen:

Mare Barrow

Shade Barrow

Diana Farley

Tiberias Calore

Maven Calore

Evangeline Samos

Elane Haven

Kilorn Warren

Cameron Cole

Stardew Valley:

Sebastian

Alex

Sam

Abigail

Penny

Haley

Emily

Same thing from the Creeps, I only have the characters I've personally made good friends with (at least 8 hearts) or romanced (at least 10). The bachelor(ette)s I haven't listed are just ones I don't know very well therefore wouldn't write for accurately.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Kyoka Jirou

Ochaco Uraraka

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi

Twice

Himiko Toga

Death Note

Light Yagami

L

Misa Amane

What I'll write for:

Scenarios

Headcanons

X M! Reader

X Gn! Reader

X F! Reader (Strictly for wlw)

X Specific! Reader (ex: chubby, trans, poc, etc.)

Red Queen Canon Relationships (cal x mare, eva x elane, etc.)

Sebastian X Sam

Sebastian X Abigail

Abigail X Haley

Light X L

No Romance

Smut (Canon characters, Amab readers, or Afab readers)

Fluff

Angst

Extreme violence or gore

Alcohol usage, drug usage, smoking

Religious trauma

AUs

Specific kinks (To an extent; if it's something I don't feel comfortable with writing, I will reply to your ask stating such and add it in the will not write section)

What I will NOT write for:

Non-con

Piss, Scat, Vomit kink

Vore

Religion

Fetishes

Creepypasta X Creepypasta

MHA Canon X Canon

Evangeline X M! Reader

Elane X M! Reader

Alex X F! Reader

Maven X Canon

Misa X Canon

Polyamory

Yandere

I also will not take requests for full length fanfic books. I come up with the ideas for those myself.

For those wondering about the Creep X Creep stuff, I genuinely don't think any of the creeps would make good couples. Same with MHA, I don't "ship" any of the characters I write for. Same with Maven X Canon. He's an ass to all of them, and Mare would never go back to him even reformed (imo).

I also don't know enough about how yandere characters work, so until I figure that how I won't write for it. Same with polyam; I myself am not poly and I feel I don't know enough about that to really write for it. Nothing against poly people of course.

I will typically keep anything PG gender neutral with no physical descriptors. In smut, I will write for both AMAB and AFAB readers so you must specify in your request along with the pronouns you want me to use. If you don't specify the pronouns, I'll use they/them. If you don't specify the sex, I can only write smut where the reader isn't receiving anything. Specifying could mean describing the parts they have in the request or using the pronouns as well.

So for the way I will write things is if you ask "(Male character) X female reader" I will not write it for a female reader, I will write it gender neutral. However, I will write wlw so if you ask "(Female character) x female reader" I will write it. I will write any character x male reader specifically because male readers dont get shit and even when we do a good bit of it is written by 13 year old girls who fetishize us (speaking from experience) and it's obvious; unless that is a lesbian character, I will write it with a male reader. This is again because female readers tend to get a lot more fanfiction written for them and its tiring for male readers, along with gn and trans readers too. Will I write specifically for trans women? Trans women barely get fics too, however if it's a request that doesn't have anything to do with what your agab (assigned gender at birth) is, then there's no reason for me to write it. You would be referred to and written like a cis woman would be. Smut is different, but I already talked about that.

For the creeps, I will eventually write out my basic HCs for all the ones I write for (basic as in age, name, height, likes, dislikes, etc.). It probably won't be any time soon so don't wait up on it LMAO. I'll probably do that for Stardew Valley and maybe Red Queen too. I'm not sure about any of my other fandoms yet.

Anything I miss will be added later. This was only proofread once so sawry if there's mistakes

[dinklebat]

A Cursed Work (Part 3/4)

(part 1)(part 2)(part 3)(part 4)

“So darling, what seems to be the problem?” the masked woman asked, finger twirling around a strand of her dark locks.

Jane was the closest thing this hellhole had to an HR department. It wasn’t that she was particularly powerful or high ranking, but she was the only one willing to hold the other creeps accountable for their abhorrent behavior. So, after the incident with Toby, Jane had been the first person Camelia ran to. Plus, it helped that Jane was already fond of her and would likely be willing to listen.

“Just now I was harassed by a man, one of the proxies. Toby, I believe? They all seem to have the same goggles and face masks.”

“Ah. The tallest one’s Toby. Dark hair, orange goggles, grey-ish skin?” Jane listed off the traits, tapping her fingers as she counted.

Camelia closed her eyes and pictured the man’s face. “That sounds right.”

“And what did he do, exactly?”

“Pinned me against a wall and told me I was forbidden to hang out with Clockwork for some reason.”

“Disgusting,” the dark haired woman gagged.

“Exactly,” Camelia agreed, already exhausted from the earlier incident. “And I wondered if you could help me in any way.”

“Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“No, no. I can do that myself. I just want to know if there’s a way to get him in trouble instead. To kill two birds with one stone, as they say.”

Jane sighed, “There’s where we have the issue. Toby is second highest ranked person here- excluding the operator of course. As idiotic as he appears, he has basically all the proxies wrapped around his thumb. Except maybe Hoodie.”

Camelia’s face darkened. Of course, she was being unrealistic. Even in a supernatural pocket dimension run by an eldritch monstrosity, the patriarchy was still a thing. Pathetic.

“But,” Jane added. “If you want to hang out with Nat- Clockwork, I mean- just do it. If Clockwork doesn’t want you to hang out with her, that’s her choice. Not Toby’s.”

Camelia narrowed her eyes in thought. “But what if he comes back for me again? What should I do?”

“Ah, I take it you don’t know how to fight Toby?”

The brunette nodded, now intrigued.

“It’s simple enough once you get the hang of it. He can’t feel pain, so instead of focusing on hurting him, you have to focus on restraining him until he overheats or bleeds out.”

Camelia raised her eyebrows. He couldn’t feel pain? That explained how burning his hands hadn’t caused a reaction from him.

“Thank you, Jane.”

“Any time, darling. Tell me if you change your mind about me kicking his ass.”

“It’s okay,” Camelia smiled. “I can fight my own battles.”

No man would ever hurt her again.

-

“You did what???” Kate slapped Toby across the face.

“I just told her to ba-back off…” he mumbled under his breath, now embarrassed.

“Toby,” Kate inhaled sharply. “Clockwork is not obligated to date you. No one is.”

“But I like her more than Camelia does.”

“Toby,” Kate repeated, grabbing the dark haired boy’s face in her hands and squeezing his cheeks. “Clockwork is an adult. She can make her own decisions. And just because she isn’t dating you doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you. Romance isn’t the only type of love. Look at us!”

Toby thought for a moment, his foot tapping rapidly. “I-I guess I hadn’t thought-uh-considered it that way….”

He paused, pulling away from her hands and looking up at the ceiling. “But I still don’t trust her- this Ca-Camelia. Something’s fishy.”

“Tell you what. If she hurts Clockwork, I’ll help you in your little ‘quest for vengeance’. Okay?” she joked.

“Oh…okay,” the other proxy smiled eagerly beneath his mouth guard, his fingers twitching and reaching towards the handles of his hatchets.

Fine, he wouldn’t take Camelia out now. He could be patient, more patient than most gave him credit for. He’d wait for one misstep, one mistake, one teeny tiny slip up before pouncing.

-

[Author’s Notes]

camelia belongs to @theweepingdemons. if you would like your creepypasta oc to be added to this or my main au’s canon, feel free to ask!

important update: i have decided that this particular fanfic series will exist as a mini au within my goblins and gremlins au where someone cranked toby’s yandereness to a 10. in the main canon of my au, toby is mostly just very passive agressive towards camelia without any actual violence.

once this fic is over, i will be starting a yandere creepypastas x reader series which will take place in the main au! i might start a separate blog for it. please tell me what you think!

thank you for reading till the end

oh and this is the orignal sailor moon screencap

[mamamania]

~○Master List○~

~●Stories●~

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🌷Fandoms ill write for and the characters~

-Creepypasta (that includes marble hornets!!)

Jeff the killer

Jane the killer

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Hoodie

Masky

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

Kate the chaser

Laughing Jack

Ben Drowned

(Feel free to suggest more!!)

-Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Loki

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Wanda Maximoff

Moonknight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

-Slashers

Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

Norman Bates

The Huntress

Pyramid Head

The Wraith

Ghostface

The Yautja (predator)

Leatherface (bubba or Thomas)

-Dsmp

(more can be suggested, including duos. Be clear if its cc! or c! you want)

Dream

Sapnap

Schlatt

Quackity

Tubbo

Tommy

Wilbur

Ranboo

Niki

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🍥What I will write~

-Yandere (I loveee this genre ^v^)

-Fluff

-NSFW headcanons (not full on smut)

-Head canons

-One shots

-Poly relationships

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🍙What I WONT write for~

-Pedophilia

-Full on smut

-Rape

-Incest

-Piss kink, foot fetish, things along those lines...

⚠️I do not condone any of the actions I write for⚠️

I'm sure you get the idea lovlies 💞

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♡Promts and how to's♡

So when submitting an ask, I'd like you to use these prompts with emojis!! It makes things way easier for me to write, and the submission is based off the emojis you picked. Although if there is something you want that isn't on my list just feel free to message me; if it's in my comfort zone I'll write it! Also make sure to be specific what your pronouns or gender identity is so I know how to write you properly!! If you want any specific requests for what you want written add that in too! :> 💞💞

♥️=Yandere

♦️=NSFW headcanons

♣️=Headcanons

♠️=One Shot

🧸=Fluff

☂️=Poly

---------Yandere prompts

🍧= "I'm sorry I tied you up, I wanted to keep you safe darling.."

🍙= "I'll force feed you if I have to."

🍭= "Your so pretty while you sleep, I want you all to myself..."

🍡= "Please just....don't hate me, you're all I've ever wanted.."

🍥= "I know everything about you, they don't!"

🍑= *forced cuddling*

🥞= "I took some pictures of you today..I'll just slip them in your locker.."

🧁= *platonic yandere*

🍷= *the darling sees their yanderes shrine of them*

🍦= "Can we study at my place?"

🍒= "Found you~"

🎀= "Your lips are so soft, and they're all mine..."

��= *kidnapping scenario of your choice*

🌧= "Can I borrow your notes?"

🌅= "Your hoodie is so soft♡"

---------Fluff prompts

🥝= *making dinner with them*

🥭= *comfort cuddles and a movie*

🍎= "Do you wanna just stay home today?"

🍈= "I love you..."

🍉= "Can I get a good morning kiss?"

🥐= *going on a picnic in a open field*

🥠= *goofing off and making a mess*

🍪= *pillow fight*

🎻= "Let's do our homework together."

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Does this remind anyone else of Liu? Or maybe Sally?

[stickyvoiddiplomat]

FANFIC LIST: NO LONGER UPDATING

Complete

Deleted

Smut

CREEPYPASTA:

Camp Creepypasta (Ticci Toby x Reader) by katpad01 (complete)

DANGANRONPA:

Chat; Chat! ≫ NDRV3 x Reader by oumasai

DISNEY:

Male Emily x Reader [A Corpse Bride Fanfiction] by CamsterHale (complete)

Love Will Thaw (Male Elsa x Reader) by OneArtsyGamer03 (complete)

FNAF/FNAF FAN GAMES:

Human Fnaf x Reader by Absoladi

[The Beauty] Human Fnaf x Fem! Reader by MissYuri109

Nights To Never Forget by Alastor The Radio Demon and PoppyGirlforEddsworlds

GRAVITY FALLS:

Hope for the future (Dipper x Reader x Bill) by Smurph4253 on Wattpad

HAIKYUU:

CLASS PET|| Yandere! Karasuno (16+) by PinkDDere (complete)

HAPPY TREE FRIENDS:

Into the Labyrinth by EM on quotev

HARRY POTTER:

The Boy who Stole Their Hearts: Various Yandere Harry Potter X Male Reader by EPICNESSQUEEN21 (Deleted)

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Kings And Queens [Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader/Reader/OC] By AlvaAckerman

CURSE ⤹ Jujutsu Kaisen by -e3xir (complete)

The Cursed Eye (Jujutsu Kaisen X Male (Kakashi) Reader) by UchihaNaruto976

K-POP:

Thirsty ( Vampire bts x reader ) by hblaithinm (complete)

Enhypen x Reader { Vampire FF } (complete)

✔ drunk dazed | enhypen by kyu-keix (complete)

MINECRAFT:

Stuck in Minecraft!Minecraft Mods x reader

Black Magic (Hostile Mobs X Reader)

MLB:

Lean on us (LukaxAdrienxReader)

Nathaniel x reader! mindflayer3000

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Hit the Ground Running by vethera on quotev

MY INNER DEMON:

What is Love? | My Inner Demons x Reader by AnotherRainyK

PPG/RRB:

My Rowdy Love (Rowdyruff Boys x Reader) by deathismylove

SLASHERS:

LoveSick Ghostface x Reader by HolyGhostface

No mercy (ghostface x reader) by icccdreams (Smut)

SOUTH PARK:

Run Aways (Tween x Craig)

STAR VS THE FORCES OF EVIL:

Head Over Heels|| Rigel x Reader || Star Vs The Forces Of Evil by _pamelita_

TWST: 

The Pawn of Ink [Twisted Wonderland Reader Insert] by SunHareSkies

♪Enchanted♪ •Twisted Wonderland x Reader• by AiEevee16

Caught in a Fantasy by TheCrazyLazyQueen

Familiar Feeling - Youkai Twisted Wonderland Au X Reader by SophieTheWitch_ (Deleted)

Flower Boy [Various Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader] by moonlit_stories

The Castle’s Cleaning Lady - Twisted Wonderland x Reader by Mad Hatter in Denim

THE BADDEST || Twisted Wonderland x Reader by Lunaria

Yuu and the Power of Magic by writingerror on Ao3

Endless dream by Malleus Is A Cinnamon Roll

A Little Twisted by ghosteevees

Twisted Wonderland × reader: We're All Mad Here by Swimmer101Rose2

TOH:

It’s a Man’s World by Wolf Howl on Quotev

VARIOUS:

The One (Various X Reader) by Lexi_Frances08

Z OTHERS:

A Different Love //Mafia Elmo x reader by can-u-shutup

dernie; donald trump x bernie sanders by killvmaim

{💕} Joe Biden x Teruteru Hanamura by teruterusfatcock

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 9

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Author’s Note: I've been rereading this chapter for about a week trying to edit it, but decided I'd just go ahead and post it. Happy holidays everybody!

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account, which I update more frequently.

Warnings: Swearing. Descriptions of Gore. Some threats of violence. (2,070 words)

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Leaves crunched underneath heavy boots, ragged and irritated breaths came out in clouds against the cold. 

Toby was not pleased.

Not pleased with how things were going with you.

And not pleased with being texted by Tim.

Apparently there was some work to do and he had to ‘get his lazy ass over there’. The young proxy didn’t even know the details of what needed to be done. A supply run? Some more random campers in the area? Either way Toby was itching for a fight. 

He could feel anger in his system bubbling and ready to boil over. Just imagining Tim’s smug face waiting for him, probably ready to spat some nonsense about how ‘he’s late’ or make a snide comment on his appearance. His face twitched furiously at the idea, and if anyone was unfortunate enough to see the way he walked through the woods now, they’d surely run in the other direction. There was murder in the man’s eyes. 

It wouldn’t take long for Toby to find his teammate. That’s how things always worked though, they had a connection to find each other when they were supposed to, all he needed to do was walk mindlessly in a direction and let the forest guide him.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.”

The smell of smoke let him know he found who he was looking for. Tim leaned on a tree, a wry smile on his face, a lit cigarette burning away at his fingertips. It was practically an extension of his hand at this point, the fucking chainsmoker. Toby learned to hate the scent of tobacco.

“Where’s Brian?” Toby frowned, ignoring Tim’s comment.

“Had something he needed to do.”

Tim looked disinterested in the conversation. Getting him to actually tell Toby what was going on was like pulling teeth. And Toby knew first hand how hard that could be.

“Suh-so? Why’d you cuh-call me out here?” The younger proxy fidgeted with the ends of his gloves.

Tim sighed, letting the last part of his cigarette drop to the ground, putting it out with his boot. “There’s been some weird things happening out here. Brian said you should come with me to investigate.” 

Toby made note of how he said ‘Hoodie’. Tim’s way of hinting that he didn’t want him there. Typical.

“Wuh-what do you mean weird things?”

Tim motioned with his head for him to follow, walking away into some bushes, Toby raised one of his eyebrows before complying. There was a rancid stench in the air when he started following him, like something died. Not uncommon in the forest, but it was hard to stomach even for the most experienced woodsman. 

They followed the smell of rotting flesh, down a small embankment. The dead leaves on the ground made it hard not to slip and fall, and Toby snickered when Tim lost his footing a couple times, making the older proxy shoot him a dirty look. 

“There up ahead.” After walking a few paces, Tim pointed to a mangled pile of fur splayed out against a group of pine trees. 

Toby’s eyes narrowed at the bloody mess in front of him, turning to the other man in irritation. 

“You dragged me out here for a duh-dead deer?”

“Take a closer look, Rogers.”

Toby shoved past Tim, making a point to bump into his shoulder for using the nickname he hated. He pulled up the mouthguard hanging from his neck to cover his nose, but it didn’t block out the smell nearly as much as he’d hoped. It took a lot of willpower not to gag.

He scanned over the remains noting different sized bite marks and scratches that tore through the animal's belly, viscera pooling out and its black lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. A swarm of maggots had already started the process of decay. 

Toby could see the red of Tim’s flannel out the corner of his eye.

“Well?”

“Okay, it’s a luh-little strange. I’ll give you that. The bite muh-marks look like they came from a  human.”

“Anything else, detective?” Tim mused, clearly noticing something else but liked toying with the kid.

“Just fucking spit it out.”

The older man kneeled down, motioning to two different spots on the deer's hind legs. “They’re all different sizes, meaning more than one person did this.”

“Cuh-cool.” Toby deadpanned. “So what does that mean for us?” 

“It means we need to keep an eye out for groups of ravin’ lunatics.”

“Don’t we already duh-do that?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. This is the second animal we’ve found like this in a week.”

“And yuh-you only thought to tell me now?”

“I was busy.” Tim shrugged, the corner of his lip curling up slightly. The man did not give two shits about warning Toby sooner. Probably didn’t even want to tell him now. If anything, Brian most likely had to convince him to.

The younger proxy scowled at him, tempted to escalate things, to cause another one of their fights ending with the two trying to claw the others' eyes out. Not that it would hurt him, and Toby always got some sick amusement seeing Tim in pain. But it would be dark soon, and he was itching to get back home. The thought of you back there tied up on his bed was making him scratch at his scar. 

He needed to spend more time with you. The look in your eyes as he paced around the cabin…. The look of fear and hatred. It wasn’t unexpected, but it still bugged him. You were… a bit more of a firecracker than he’d hoped. And level-headed unfortunately. You were catching on a little too quickly, to just how…. Temperamental he could be. The memory of you staring at his hatchets came back to him. He needed you to see his softer side, needed you to warm up to him before the truth, the real truth, about what he was came out. Maybe if he stole an old TV and got some of those movies you liked….

“Rogers!”

A finger snapped inches from his face. Toby blinked.

“Wuh-What?” 

“I told you we need to get goin’” Tim pushed Toby forward impatiently. “It’s almost night time. Come on.”

He could hear Tim muttering “Fuckin’ useless kid.” under his breath as he led the way.

Toby’s stomach twisted. That phrase got to him. Was something he’d heard a lot, from somewhere before, something in his past. Something familiar. Tim taunted him in ways that sparked a deep resentment, like an itch he could never fully scratch. A scab that wouldn’t heal.

They walked back the way they came in, up the hill and through the thick bushes, without saying a word. One thing they could agree on was the less they talked, the better.

Luckily Toby’s cabin wasn’t too far. Fiddling with the ends of his jacket, combing his hair, absentmindedly, he was glad to be rid of the old fucker finally and get back to what was important.

But things never worked out the way he wanted.

Toby felt a hand on his arm. Tim lit up another cigarette, his eyes narrowed at Toby, before taking a long, deep, drag into his lungs. .

Smoke billowed from the man’s mouth, surrounding him in a thick cloud as he spoke.

“Before you go, I need somethin’ from your cabin.”

Fuck.

Toby stared at him for a moment. His mind went blank, before finally speaking up.

“Wuh-what do you need?” 

He’d just act normal. It wouldn’t be a big deal. He could figure something out.

“Hoods and I are running low on some supplies. We know Kate keeps some of her stuff in your basement. Figured we’d borrow some things.” 

The boy twitched and fidgeted under the pressure, trying to come up with ways to get out of it. If Tim saw you… Toby didn’t even want to think about what he’d do. He honestly didn’t know.

“What… kuh-kind of things-sss?” Shit. His stutter was getting worse.

Tim raised a brow. Likely annoyed by how standoffish the other proxy was being at something simple.

“Like food n’ ammo. We’ve been too busy to go into town.” Tim paused, and looked almost accusingly at him. “And I know you’ve been leaving the forest a lot recently.”

Toby chewed on the side of his cheek. Of course the other proxies sensed his disappearance. He’d been too preoccupied with you to even think about that being a possibility. That didn’t mean they cared when he was gone, they weren’t his babysitter. But now Tim had him over a barrel. There was no way he could deny him supplies now, without admitting the reason he went into town was for… something out of the ordinary.

“Fuh-fine.” He sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. “Just duh-don’t touch any of my stuff.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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The cabin was just up ahead. Toby kept glancing back at Tim who seemed too preoccupied in his own thoughts to notice.

“Whuh-wait outside for a second. There’s suh-something I need to take care of first.” 

Tim eyed him carefully. They both stood on the porch, tension rising, Tim’s body stiffening and his hands balling into fists for a brief moment. Toby fully expecting him to lash out. 

Tim always thought the boy was weird. Fucked up in the head. Overly-emotional, unstable, obnoxious, and he’s seen the worst of Toby’s manic episodes. He was almost certain the kid engaged in some light cannibalism, from the way he mumbled to himself in his delusional states. He was so fucking glad they didn’t live under the same roof anymore.

Finally, after a few moments of staring the other down, Tim relaxed. “Whatever, just don’t take too long.”  The older man decided he’d do whatever it took to get the fuck outta there, even if that meant having to obey. Despite how much that bruised his ego, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Toby quickly went inside, slamming the door behind him, and Tim sat on the steps of the porch with a reluctant grunt.

Twitching anxiously, he ran into the room where you were tied to the bed. You jumped, obviously startled, by the door aggressively being opened. Normally he’d mock you, wanting to give a fake ‘awwww’ at how freaked out you were by his presence. He was still mad about how you've been treating him. But he didn’t have the time for that right now.

He opened the drawer to his nightstand, getting out an old t-shirt.

“Wha-” You started to question, but he cut you off by shoving the cloth in your mouth painfully. He tied it around your head, a little too tight, but he needed to make sure you were properly gagged and wouldn’t be heard.

Toby leaned down to your ear, speaking in a low hiss. “You nuh-need to be fucking quiet. I have a guest. He’s dangerous, so don’t get any ideas. No one’s coming to save you.”

He gripped your jawline tightly. “Do you uh-understand?” You stared back at him. Toby narrowed his eyes, tightening his hold on your face even more, until you finally nodded your head.

He released his hand and exited the room, mentally preparing himself to interact with Tim again, and with a deep breath, opened the front door.

“Okay, you can cuh-come in now.”

Tim groaned as he got up to follow him inside. 

Toby couldn’t help letting his eyes dart to his bedroom door when they walked past. He led Tim down the hall where the basement stairs were, which he started keeping locked the day he captured you. He didn’t need you to see what was down there. Hopefully not ever.

After Toby unlocked the door and showed him the various backpacks stolen from victims, Tim rummaged through a couple before collecting the items he needed. Mostly food, a couple old boxes of ammo. Nothing special.

His heart was pounding when they climbed the stairs again, so close to getting this over with. Wanting nothing more than to have him out of the house. Away from you.

But without warning, Tim stopped in the hallway, 

It was so sudden Toby almost bumped into his back.

“Whuh-what is it?”

There was a dangerously long pause, before Tim’s head turned to look behind his shoulder. Toby's eyes widened in fear.

“Did you hear that?”

[ghostgirl101]

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👻• i go by ghost girl / ghost. this post will always be up to date.

👻• do not repost my work. that includes translating or modifying or literally putting my fics up anywhere without direct permission from me. the fact that i’ve seen ppl do this is so pathetic 💀

👻• this is a fanfiction blog for slashers, game yanderes, and creepypastas. i don't write self-ships, songfics, or characters that aren't included on the list below. i am open to suggestions for other characters similar to those i write for.

👻• 16+ only, please. my work may include somewhat graphic descriptions of violence and other mature or suggestive themes. warnings are always included in the author's notes at the beginning of every fanfic.

👻• my request status (open/closed) is displayed on my description and inbox header.

👻• i will not write smut, paedophilia, underage... nothing like that. i do write fluff, drabbles, imagines/oneshots and headcanons.

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જ⁀➴ My Main Fanfic Masterlist

all my works will be there somewhere for you to navigate, so go crazy

slashers:

👻• michael myers (og, older, rz) and corey cunningham from halloween

👻• bo, vincent and lester sinclair from house of wax

👻• patrick bateman from american psycho

👻• herbert west from re-animator

👻• brahms heelshire from the boy

👻• charles lee ray (human and doll) from child's play

👻• billy lenz from black christmas

👻• billy loomis and stu macher from scream

👻• jason vorhees from friday 13th

👻• jesse cromeans from laid to rest

👻• asa emory from the collector/collection

👻• the man from hush

👻• ale delarge from a clockwork orange

👻• freddy krueger from nightmare on elm street

👻• john kramer (platonic only) from saw

👻• thomas hewitt and bubba sawyer from texas chainsaw massacre

👻• candyman from candyman

👻• hannibal lecter and will graham from hannibal

👻• harry warden from my bloody valentine

👻• oliver quick from saltburn

game yanderes:

👻• john doe

👻• sunny day jack

👻• peter dunbar

👻• william afton from fnaf games and movie

👻• the missing children (platonic only) from fnaf games and movie

creepypastas:

👻• slenderman

👻• ben drowned

👻• jeff the killer

👻• ticci toby

👻• eyeless jack

👻• laughing jack

👻• bloody painter

others:

👻• paul atreides from dune

👻• feyd-rautha from dune

👻• wednesday addams from wednesday

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follower milestones:

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👻• 750

👻• 1000 (!!?!)

👻• 1500

👻• 1750

👻• 2000

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

Masterlist {Request Open!}

Warning- This account contains sensitive topics (such as abuse) if these are sensitive or triggering to you, please leave, for your sake. Also, DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS SUCH AS WATTPAD OR TIKTOK, MY WORK WILL STAY ONLY ON TUMBLR AND MY Ao3, NO WHERE ELSE.

Last Time Updated: August, 23rd, 2024

Request Status: Open!

Mental Health Status: WONDERFUL Hello! I'm Bunny Mask/Bell/Ghost, call me whatever one of these names or just give me a nickname I don't mind! I write Yandere, Dark Content and a lot of angst, and some fluff. I'm currently writing for Creepypastas.

HOW TO SEND A REQUEST (I swear to God if you send a request without read this.)

Current Events

Darktober Writing Event

Where else can you find me?

Ao3 (NSFW SHIT ON HERE)

YouTube (MY ART AND ANIMATIONS)

My Other Blogs

Yandere DSMP blog/Main Blog:

@theghostofblackbunnymask

Yandere Anime Blog/ Side Blog:

@theanimeoftheblackbunnymask

Art Blog/Side Blog:

@theartoftheblackbunnymask

Boundaries

I won't write pregnant readers

If you wanna request something that's for one of my other blogs please send it to that respective blog, I made different blogs for a reason

No incest. Just no.

No Smut, it's gonna be either implied or be like, very quick and minor.

No Stepcest. Don't, and I mean don't, sexualize or romantize step siblings, it's gross. And if you do, don't do it on this blog, go to a blog that allows it, have a good day.

No Pedophilia, I don't need to explain this one.

This is STRICLY an X Reader blog, ships can get controversial.

No soulmate AUs, it's a pet peeve of mine...

Don't rush me or ask when fanfiction is gonna call me out, I have school, sports, and my mental health is awful so be patient with me please.

No platonic yanderes, it's kinda sensitive for me.

If any of my boundaries change I'll update the masterlist.

No Crossovers (unless it's an AU, Like a Heathers AU)

Just no weird shit bro. Like, I'm all about dark stuff but like, some of y'all are sending me weird stuff ngl.

Characters I write for

Eyeless Jack

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Jeff The Killer

Laughing Jack

Ben Drowned

The Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

Candy Pop

Jason the toymaker

Homicidal Lui

Tags I Use (AUs)

.Prison AU

.High School AU

.Insane Asylum AU

.Zombie Apocalypse AU

Current Works

None, send something in!

Something Short Series!

I Love You So~ EJ and Proxies Highschool AU x reader (Idea)

Facts About The Highschool AU Pastas/Proxies

Dating The Highschool AU Proxies

EJ comforting his Darling from a nightmare

Highschool AU

Prison AU Introduction

Zombie Apocalypse AU Introduction

Oneshots

Forced Late Nights (Highschool AU)

Summary: Tonight LJ is hosting a party. Like usual, you weren't invited. However, The Proxies decide to make you their plus ,1, despite your refusals. However, this party isn't exactly what you hoped it'd be like.

The Proxy's Little Pet (Insane Asylum AU)

Summary: You're a physiologist that works at the insane asylum, and you're assigned to deal with the infamous criminals that claim to be the legend, Slenderman's, proxies. Little do you know that these three will be a lot more dangerous than what they seem...

The Proxy's Little Pet Part 2 (Insane Asylum AU)

Summary: After the events that took place at Gullermary Asylum, Y/N has now been released and given a new identity as they reenter society. But as they remember more and more about the 10 years they stayed with the proxies, and the constant paranoia, they realize they'll never be safe.

Paid Internship Part 1 (Prison AU)

Summary: Welcome to your paid internship at Roosevelt Federal Prison. After being seen for your potential and skills by your instructor at the Academy, he decided to give you opportunity of working in the US' most dangerous prison despite the disapproval and rejection from the higher ups. However, due to miscommunication and faulty paperwork, you're gonna up working with some of America's most danger serial killers for the semester.

Paid Internship Part 2 (Prison AU)

Summary: After making a deal with Liu, you find yourself in Solitary Confinement. However, deep within these walls, a certain prisoner hides behind a chained door. Little do you know, this prisoner is the most dangerous of them all, and they are going to change your life forever.

Headcanons

Yandere Eyeless Jack As A Parent!

Yandere Masky and Hoodie As Parents!

Alphabets

Yandere Jeff The Killer

Yandere Laughing Jack

Yandere Masky

Yandere Eyeless Jack

Yandere Hoodie

Yandere Ticci Toby

[kusagrasskusa]

Masterlist~

Italic = Drafted

Underlined/Bold = Done (with link)

Normal = Soon to be started

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Little Nightmares - 2/2

The unwanted answer

Mono X Six - “Roles Reversed”

Naruto - 5/10

Kabuto X Shy! Reader - "Oppsites Attract"

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

Kabuto and Child! Reader - "Shihaikigo"

Sasuke X Reader - "Sorry, Sakura"

Gaara X Innocent! Reader - "Hellfire"

Kakashi X Uchiha! Reader - "Just like Itachi"

Shikamaru X Tired! Reader - "You're worse than me"

Reader as friends with Oro and Kabuto headcannons

Yandere Itachi X Reader

Orochimaru X Reader “A Little piece of Heaven” Imagine

My Hero Academia - 5

Aizawa X Villain! Reader - "Oof"

Villain! Aizawa X Reader - "Mega Oof"

Present Mic X Reader - "I'm dying inside"

AOT AU, Reader X...: Aizawa, Bakubro, Kirishima, Denki, etc

Denki X Deaf! Blind! Reader

One Punch Man - 1/6

Saitama X Demon! Reader - "One Punch"

Saitama X Hero! Reader

Saitama X Sonic's sister! Reader

Genos X Cyborg! Reader

Genos X Saitama's sister! Reader - "If you hurt her, I'll kill you owo"

Saitama X Reader - "Hero"

Death Note - 3/3

Light X Reader - Betrayal: Part 1, Part 2

Light Comforting Reader

Hunter X Hunter - 1

Hisoka X Numb! Reader - "No fun :("

Disney - 4

Young! Claude Frollo X Reader - "Hellfire"

Humanoid! Scar X Reader - "Be Prepared"

Jafar X Reader

Shan Yu X Hun! Reader

Mortal Kombat - 17/23

Kano X Reader - "Unfaithful"

Hanzo Hisashi X Reader Imagines

Subzero and Child Reader, X Innocent Reader

Hanzo Hisashi X Innocent! Reader

Shang Tsung X Goddess! Reader - “Offering”

Quan Chi X Reader - “His Daughter’s Diary”

Fujin X Reader

MK Villain Imagines- Part 1, Part 2

Kabal X Reader

White Lotus X Angel Child! Reader

Reptile X Reader Angst

Kronika X GN Reader headcannons

Shitty Erron Black X Innocent! Reader headcannons

Kung Lao X Reader Prompt 23

Kitana X Reader Prompt 23

Baraka X Innocent! Reader

Quan Chi X Reader - Shitty Headcannons

Mortal Kombat Villians hearing/fighting their kid, opening scenes- Part 1,

Part 2 ^

Erron Black X Reader - “You’re gonna be a daddy”

Reptile X Reader

D’Vorah X Fem! Reader Headcannons

Raiden with S/O who died… :(

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets - 2/4

Ticci Toby X Reader

Masky X Reader - "Suffocated"

Jeff the Killer X Reader - "Snowing"

Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind - Intro, Cha1, Cha 2, Cha 3, Cha 4, Cha 5, Cha

Slashers - 2/8

Michael Myers X Short! Reader: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Michael Myers X Nurse! Reader - "Addition"

Michael Myers X Murderer! Reader - "Card of Death": Part 1, Part 2

Michael Myers and Child Reader ANGST - Remastered

Jason X Child! Reader X Michael Myers - Remaster of PT1, Pt2

Predator reacting to his ooman with dyed hair and normal ripped clothes

Billy Loomis X Reader

Brahms X Reader

Happy Tree Friends - 2

Human! Flippy X Reader - "Wholesome Vibes"

Human! Fliqpy X Reader - "Not-so Wholesome Vibes"

Undertale - 2/8

Ink X Reader - "Another Unfinished Project"

Error X Reader - "Another Waste of Space"

Dust X Reader - "Defensive Fighting only"

Underfell Sans X Tired! Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Frisk X Genocidal! Reader - "Just as Bad"

Chara X Neutral! Reader - "Not so Bad"

Ariel X Genocidal! Reader - "I'm not your best friend"

Underfell Sans X Reader - "Brompton Cocktail"

Yandere Simulator - 4

Kaga X Reader

Umeji X Reader - "Two Sides of the Same Coin"

Gema X Weeb! Reader - "Why are you interupting me!"

Budo Masuta X Delinquent! Reader

Obey Me! - 3

Mammon X Reader

Asmodues X Reader

Beezelbub X Reader

Potential Series' - 4

AU where Itachi and Sasuke switch roles, and Sasuke abandons Sarada for Itachi to raise as he's going blind

Kabuto, Reader, and Orochimaru as friends going on multiple fights

Reader is thrown into a cliche fanfiction about her favorite anime and only speaks English, so she has to learn Japanese while trying to survive basically on her own

My OCs X CCs...Shang Tsung, Kabuto, and Aizawa are best bois....

Oneshots that don't fit into a category (or isn't an X Reader) - 4

L u n a X S o m b r a

Golden Freddy X Marionette

Foxy X Toy Chica (fight me)

Shadow Freddy X Marionette