#creppy face

[morcegocannibal]

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꒰ creppy icons ꒱ྀི !¡!!¡ 🐇🫀

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹*sospirro* che qualcone PERFAVORE faccia un disengio sull solletico a questo ADORABLE personaggio..il mio tumblr e ancora glicato ma fattelo per me e per lui O//O 💕

🇺🇸:*breath it* some one PLS make a tickle art of this ADORABLE character..my tumblr is still glitched but do it for me n for him O//O 💕

[celibibratty]

We-saying-it!👏, the old lady phase hits different playing with the woman!, first cuz you can play with the woman when she is an old woman too (it's cool to see the difference between the two old ladies, our woman uses a jacket, she is more brute (in other words she is a more masculine old lady) while this jinfeing is all well dressed/formal, she walk with high heels, she wears a type of dress (she kinda wears a variation of a very known chinese dress)(which is interesting cuz when i first saw the woman i was like "she is so cool💕, hmph, but certaily sure that she is all brute and cool now, but when she gets old the game will put her on a dress😒", i thought they would put her with that type of dress, but no, she doesn't use a dress, the one who uses it is this jinfeing (i got very surprised at the time, showing she is not that type of woman😈), and we playing the game i see that this old lady has a thing with her being the "first woman", "the most powerful woman in the world", "woman rights", she is kinda feminist😂, and is sooo fucked up and funny, our woman being a woman too, but she is the one who kills the old lady (as if she is like "yes i'm woman too, but i will be the woman that KILLS you"), specially the killing, it hits different with the woman!, she-looks-more-creppy💦, compared to the man, i'll show the comparisson

Look at her face!

And look at his face

Her eyes are wide open (she wants to see it!), the man face doesn't have the same intensity as the woman (the woman is more aggressive), i feel she is looking direct at the old lady, her eyes are fixated, the man seems like he looks away at the end, i love the woman, but even i get scared of her when i see her in here😅 (not complaining tho, i actually love❤️ it, i choose the right woman), she want it, she wants to kill, she wants revenge

[drikkkkkacutelittlegirl5]

[myeagleexpert]

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Yandere ex bad boy x reader When a former bad boy gets out of prison and finds you, the light of his life, he decides he would never let you go again.

cw: delusional yandere, creppy, clingy, no use of yn, reader is stressed and doesn't love yandere but is with him just because he's a stress reliever, the straight-laced girl gets involved with an ex badboy, use of pet names “princess , love”, stalking, insecurity, thoughts of getting married, beginning of a relationship, religious themes at the beginning (youth meeting), very soft at the beginning because the longer you stay together the more he develops an obsession.

"I will marry you". You would be grateful to hear this from a long-term relationship….but hearing this on the first day of your first official relationship?? Who would have the audacity to ask you that??

Marc, your new boyfriend. He is of average height, with shaved hair and thin. You met him by inviting him to a youth meeting at your church, and since he wanted to embrace his new good guy phase, he clearly went. And it wouldn't take long for you to regret that decision.

Marc is strangely strange, like a criminal in interrogation, already anticipating the argument he would have with the lawyer. He has an anxious look on his face every time you meet, and the pressure he has placed on his shoulders to be the “perfect boyfriend” requires him to be honest with you. Everyone knows and feels that pleasant and cozy atmosphere when a couple gets to know each other more and more, opening up little by little, leaving themselves vulnerable to the person their heart burns so much but…. I don't want to ruin this phase, but… he opened up about his past and it totally changed your image of him. How messing with delinquent people influenced him, how he left his family and ran away from home, how his other two serious relationships were toxic and abusive and hurt him psychologically, how he spent time in jail when they caught him with drugs , how he abandoned the will to live….

Until he met you and everything changed.

“You are the light of my life” “I only see my future by your side”

Of all the years he appeared in your life, he appeared just when you were killing yourself studying for a place at the college of your dreams! How much sacrifice! So much pressure! So much stress! The year you followed an intense study routine and practically isolated yourself from the world to study was the year he appeared…as a distraction.

You were so stressed that you needed a distraction on your side. After all, you need to live your youth too, don’t you? It won't be anything serious, you don't have time for that princess, it will just be a momentary relief, just a little flig.

Not if it's up to him.

In fact, you "met" in high school, from different classes, he uses and insists on this argument every time you say that you haven't known each other long enough. "But we never spoke….". "But we talked through our eyes!" You swear you can count on the fingers of your left hand how many times you've actually seen him.

Upon leaving the cold and degrading prison and feeling completely lost, he prayed to the heavens about what direction to ask for in life and coincidentally your profile appeared on his Instagram!

"As soon as I saw your profile, I knew you were different and would change my life" he tells the story of how he met his precious girlfriend for the millionth time, with the same dreamy sigh as always.

He spent 8 months just observing you, what you like and what you don't like, following you, your friends and family on all social networks, he discovered your favorite books and read each one of them trying to be the one you admire most, he discovered where you buy your favorite perfumes and bought the ones you liked the most, to know how you felt and all that… thrown out the window. Because every time Marc looks at you, he forgets everything, the world goes blank and his focus is absolutely you.

He forgets the beautiful words he thought when he was going home, he forgets the way the heartthrob in his book convinced the girl to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, or how he rehearsed in the mirror how to hold her hand and kiss her without looking so awkward, Marc forget that he has to breathe to continue living but frankly he prefers to be in your air, breathe your oxygen. He also forgets that he had other relationships and shouldn't be so nervous around you.

“Then I said-…hey, I can feel your gaze from here.” “Am I staring at you a lot?? Aah sorry, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t resist.” he says while kissing your cheek and interrupting anything that would come out of your mouth.

Marc desires to be a devoted follower of his goddess, you. But most of the time it fails miserably. He is in such a trance that he forgets everything and even though the eyes of a passionate puppy that he looks at you with seem cute, you are not guilty of feeling offended. He forgets your favorite place to go out, he forgets your favorite snack, he forgets that sweets make you feel calmer in tpm, he forgets that you canceled a date and gets sulky afterwards blaming you, he forgets that you have bigger goals clear and more important than him and most importantly, he forgets that you have a life before him and whenever you mention an ex-boyfriend he's like "What do you mean you had a boyfriend before me? Who is he? Why did they break up?" So that I don't make the same mistakes he did so that I find him and threaten him to never even look at him again.

and for you so I can make you feel guilty for still having his contact so it's just me and you in the world

Marc is strangely strange, have you ever seen a bear hiding behind a lamp post? So is his jealousy. His blood boils every time you mention a name that isn't his, his body screams mine mine mine, to possessively squeeze your waist and his mouth kisses you until the princess's stressed little head forgets that useless name what you just said after all, I'm the one next to you and I bet he can't make you feel good like I do but…. he hides it well, sometimes, when he forces it. But it's so fking hard to disguise it!

"I met a friend of mine today" "Friend, what friend? A man?" "Then he said- "But wait, love - sorry to interrupt you - since when and where have you known him?" Wasn't this friend of yours on his list where he came from? "I met him in my first year of high school, love, he moved away after that, and I met him again now" " And you hugged him? "Of course, like I do with everyone-" "whyyyyyy?" “Marc he’s my friend and-” “And do you remember his name?”- He asked something simple but that had a strong and heavy meaning behind it.

the name. the name is something so simple but so important, isn’t it?

In a random dawn, he realized that the little princess didn't remember people's names very well and when asked, you replied “They're not important to me, just some extras interacting with me” and while you sleepy laughed at theory made on the spot, his heart squeezed as he remembered that you often forgot his name too.

I'm not so important that you remember my name?

In a random dawn, you told him that you had had other relationships before him, but you never felt anything for them, so you ended it and left and forgot about them. Others, which were hidden and you did crazy things in love for them, regretted them and never saw them again. And that he was your first official boyfriend, the first you took home, the first you took to meet your parents and family, the first you took to your hiding place in the house. He. But as quickly as pride filled his heart, his mind fed the uncertainties and insecurities that keep him awake at night.

Would you live love adventures with him too? Would you regret loving him? Do you have feelings for him or is it a one-sided relationship? Would you forget about him? Would you trade it for one night? Would you… leave?

Marc is so strangely strange that he sometimes blurts out strange and chilling phrases every time you try to subtly open his eyes about the relationship, and in his head they are sweet and romantic, passionate and sincere declarations always sealing the promise with kisses and hugs that are increasingly hard and possessive, but they are red signs in your eyes that something is wrong.

“I don’t know if I could handle that either.” You said as you casually gossiped about a breakup between a couple you saw on the internet, without realizing it Marc's eyes darkened when he heard the word breakup "Listen, if we broke up I…"

"Baby, you know that if it's up to me, we'll never breakup, right?" With a determined look, Marc pulled you onto his lap

"Of course, dear, but if what you did…"

"I would come to your house, take you and lock you away from the world. Because if that's the case, you would never leave me."

"Whoa boy, a little bird wasn't meant to be trapped." When you felt the sincerity of Marc's words, you tried to leave your dear boyfriend's lap, demonstrating that you were serious about the matter, this fact did not go unnoticed by him as he smiled at you and with hearts in his eyes, he kissed you madly until you was breathless and again and again and again….he put you in a bridal carry position, pressing you against his chest with such force that it left you sore

"So i cut the bird's wings and we stay together, love, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We will never break up, remember what I told you? Let's get married, my beautiful darling."

[crystlizabeth]

@pampanope thank you for the request!! I accidentally messed up so I had to delete the original 😔

When I think of something like this I definitely think of Johnny! I love the Scott he such a sweetheart!! I’m definitely becoming a soap girly and I love it!!

Night Market!

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x Civilian!femreader

Summery: going on a trip for a little you time you find yourself in while going through the night market you meet a Scottish soldier.

Warnings: not much, fluff, cursing, n as always my writings a Blackfem coded but there should be no exact description to you the reader everyone is welcome! Not strongly proofread

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Night had always been a favorite Mexico may not have been the best place to travel by yourself for you time but never had any problems. Now you walked through the night market of Las Alma’s the smell of Mexican food flowing through the air, bright colors still vibrant with the darkness.

You had to admit it wasn’t the best feeling seeing people with heavy-duty guns just casually walking around, most of them not even soldiers. Walking down the aisle of little shops you stopped in front of a flower booth.

Looking through all the pretty flowers, bundles of red roses, baby breath, sunflowers, peonies, marigolds, and others. Looking through them you felt a presence step next to you, them standing closely.

Looking up you saw a taller man with heavy gear on but dressed in some jeans and a simple shirt his hair styled in a mow-hawk, he was handsome that's for sure soon his eyes met yours wandering one scaring you and making you look quickly back to the flowers in front of you. He chuckled lightly his head turning to look at you, “you shouldn't stare at people with find it weird.” you spoke softly your eyes still avoiding his

“I apologize lassie could help but admire ya.” he laughed lightly.

His laugh made your heart flutter how could such an intimidating guy have such a sweet voice little weird that he decided to flirt with you but you didn't mind. “I bet you say that a lot..” you teased lightly your eyes meeting his.

Wow, he had these really blue eyes they were gorgeous, to say the least his eyelashes were long and feminine-like. “Not all the time, you with a friend? Sorry if it sound creppy of a stranger to ask.” He spoke his hand holding in to his vest as he faced you.

“Yeah I’m with a group we split up for a bit..” you lied couldn’t help it but it’s was a just incase because what if he was wired.

“Not the best idea eh?” He spoke his brow rising.

“Maybe but I can take care of my self, haven’t had any problems.” You spoke your body facing him.

He nodded his mouth opens to say one more thing but ended up closing it only to speak, “I’m John McTavish my friends call me Johnny though.” He introduced himself holding his hand out to shakes yours.

Being polite you shook his hand introducing yourself aswell, “nice you meet you hun.” You spoke your head tilted to the side a small smile laying in your lips. Him returning the gesture giving you a toothy smile that made your heart flutter.

“What ones you looking at?” He asked,

“What..” you muttered your eyes never leaving his.

“Flowers lass, any you like? Saw you staring at the baby breath and peonies..” he said a cheeky grin plasters in his face as he spoke to you.

“Oh!— yeah- um— I was thinking of getting some with the pink roses it would be cute bouquet no?” You asked flustered turning away from him.

God get it together you thought, he some 6 foot guy in the military that could destroy you if he felt like it. But he looked damn good when he smiled at you his head tilted in that teasing manner when he caught you staring at him.

“Yer alright lass?” he chuckled a bit, His deep laughter gives you goosebumps.

You nodded turningyour head towards him, “Mmhm! I've got to get going— haha sorry it was lovely meeting you!” you spoke still flustered.

“Could I walk you back it nearly midnight?” he asked.

Walk you back, bad idea.. He's some random guy you just met. He didn't give you any type of creepy vibes would it really be all that bad? It would be bad if he kidnapped you, “Sure.” you said excusing the wandering thoughts in your head, you had your location on and your friends back home had it your AirPods stuffed in your boob as an extra tracker but you didn't feel worried about it. You did have a gross feeling in your gut about him so why not he was military, British military you're fine.

He walked next to you, the two of you exchanging conversations at your bother walked learning more about one another thought here and there his thick accent was hard to understand sometimes he was something else. You were down bad for some guy you just met, it was disappointing when you finally got to your little hotel and walked through the doors you let him walk you up to your room.

“This is you I take it.” he spoke watching your body stop in front of the door.

“Yeah- sorry we couldn't talk more Johnny,” you said your voice laced with sadness.

He smiled lightly “no worries lass glad I could get you back safely. Lovely meeting you sweetheart, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night.” he spoke shrugging.

“Hopefully-” you said a smile forming on your face.

“Sleep easy lass,” he spoke his hand grabbing yours gently pressing his lips to your knuckles.

You watched in awe as he did so “you too..” you muttered watching the Scott Walker back down the hall looking behind him a few times me to get another look at you.

Opening your door you closed it your back falling agents it “oh my god.. Oh. My. GOD!” you screeched fawnly your hands falling over your face.

In the time son of forty-five minutes, he left you giddy like a schoolgirl, soon to come with the realization that you didn't get his number, socials anything! That made you mad at your self you were completely submitted forgetting to do a basic thing and ask for his number and after the conversation you both had made you let out an angry groan.

It was sad because you would probably never him again you had his name yeah but couldn't find shit on social media. So you had to sleep off the sadness maybe you get to see him tomorrow night.

The morning eventually came you getting ready to head out opening the door you almost stepped on it. A bouquet of flowers and little not attached the the string that held the brown paper that held the flowers as one Picking it up was Pink roses Peonies and baby breath a few eucalyptus leaves around it. It was pretty very pretty some of your favorites even turning the note over it read ‘sorry but I wound be able to see you tonight had to leave mexico due to work, but there's my number I would love to see you again Lassie! - Johnny McTav.’

The note made you smile though it was sad because you wouldn't be able to see him, but he remembered the flowers you were looking at last night when you met putting them all together with a note saying goodbye.

That was the first thing you did putting his number into your phone.

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Hope this is good for you babes! Short but sweet!

[ainnur]

Be Nice to Me [PuppetPeach]

Little something I wrote for @halfdeadhalfpaniced Stunt Guy au [PuppetPeach timeline].

Sumary:

Wukong maybe an asshole all the time you know. But he still can have a bad day. Mayor just there for their night

A/N: Again this base on @halfdeadhalfpaniced au. It's also ooc since this just an au. I'm no writer. And my English kinda shitty. This also inspired by Revenge Together

Be Nice To Me [PuppetPeach]

Sun Wukong is a lot of things. He is hansome, smart, a great actor , cocky asshole, a brat, selfish liar and a lot of other things. His life is internasional, he both hated and loved.

But again he also living being with feeling. Under all that masks he nothing more than what he is. Even with all that complex part of him still fragile. The part that have him wanted to tear himself apart.

If you know where to poke he can shatter. So what he do? He put on layers with his loud personality, his annoying voice, his sarcam and his smug face. Wukong bury that side of him in place that deeper than any soul could reach. But sometimes he get trap there and unable to reach the surface. Who want to see it anyway? Not even himself.

Wukong sit on edge of his bed looking tired. He stare his window little longer than other day. He sigh. He know today just his bad day. Everything just have to be wrong for him.

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Earlier Wukong woke up with headache and he run out of his favorite energy drink. He go to work tired at some point. But tired of what? Wukong would say everything in his life now day. Sometimes he wonder what could happened if he wasn't so him about everything. Will he be with Macaque?

Macaque....for first time in a moment he forget about Macaque. Maybe he just tired. But for some reason he get feel cold breze on his skin. That make him feel creppy. He brush the feeling off and try to focus. Everything today just feel like a blur to Wukong.

There is one tiny problem that make Wukong want to jump off building. Wukong can't act. That make him mad. They tried to record this one scane for over hours now. He keep messing up and he know everyone just done with him at this point. He keep mess up the line, forget his cue , take a wrong step and simply foget how to act as the character he suppose to be! What happend to him?! He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his own palm until he could feel the blood trickle down a little. He hissed at the pain but part of him was satisfied.

"Seriusly Sun Wukong?! How long you gonna do this!?" Wukong turn his head to owner of the voice. He kinda foget her name at the time but that doesn't matter to him. Wukong just stare at her with blank eyes. "You make all the noises of how good you are at acting but here you fucking-" "Enough! Everyone tired okay? Let's just go home, relax ourself and shine tommorow"

Wukong don't know what happend but sudenly everyone just go home. Wukong wanted that and thanks to whoever bless his pray.

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Wukong let out another sigh of what happennig today. How can he fuck with acting?! He can mess up with anything in his life. Anything. Like really He fuck his relationship with his mothers and brother, his friend, his fans and Macaque......BUT he CAN'T mess up acting. He just CAN'T. That what he good at and what make him feel like 'himself"

Wukong want to pull his hair hard. But he didn't, he just let down his beautiful wavy ginger hair down. It's messy but Wukong didn't find motivasion the moment to brush it after shower. He stare at wall of long time scratching the skin at his collar bone until it draw bit of blood but he still keep going. Wukong doesn't know what to feel. He feel a lot of emotional and nothing at the same time.

Wukong feeling like he wanted to cry. But he didn't have tears for it. He just simply want shut the world down. He look away to his phone on his pillow. He been avoid a lot of massege from MK lately. Maybe because MK's best friend Mei seem to dislike him for some reason and want him away from MK. But he don't know why and don't want to think about it. Wouldn't be a first time someone hates him. He know MK didn't hate him...well atleast he think MK didn't. And that's enough. He thinks.

Then he hear a knook at his door and he have feeling he know who that person.

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Mayor would call himself a gentleman. Maybe a little mess up and bit creepy. But other than that he is a gentle person who use brain before anything. He also loyal. Loyal to his partner, Macaque.

Than come Sun Wukong. Some punk asshole who try to steal Macaque away from him. One interesting thing about Wukong is that he can bring the worst out of Mayor. Even Mayor himself doesn't know. Maybe it's just Wukong curse.

Wukong bring the side he never knew he have. He never be a violent person not until Wukong making him feel satisfied for punching someone at their face until it bleed. He never be a verbal person not until Wukong making him want curse the living shit of this world at one person. He was never a bitter person toward anyone not until Wukong making him pissed with his annoying voice. Wukong is homewrecker asshole who try to ruin everything of other people life. Funny enough Wukong is not the one ruin Macaque for him tho. It's was Macaque himself who break things off with with him. Yet he didn't understand why. He try to reach Macaque but Macaque didn't let him.

Maybe this just a test. Meeting by cruel fate Mayor and Wukong somehow always end up sharing bed. Swearing it's one time thing doesn't do anything as Mayor keep end up at Wukong's. He leave Wukong in the morning. Nothing worth to wait there anyway.

Mayor have to admit that Wukong have his own aura. Something like a shadow who try to cover the sun. He is layers and Mayor kinda drawn to that and wanting to see more as speend more time with him. He discover a lot of things of the monkey he call asshole. Something that maybe no one ever know because they could get close enough to Wukong to see it themself.

He notice a lot of tiny things about Wukong. How Wukong dislike hot food because of some trauma he never tell. How Wukong is sweet tooth and enjoy baking. He also collab a few time with famous internet star Chang'e herself. They are like friend or something Mayor think. He got lucky to taste Wukong baking and crave for more. Not like he would say that to Wukong. That would just make his ego more bigger than the sun itself.

Other than acting, Wukong also good at other art form. He good at making a lot of craft. Ceramics art, clay art , diy art and more you could list. Wukong house is like his personal galery of him. A lot of painting, vases, plates and decoration are made by him himself. Mayor is impress. He also know origami has special place in Wukong heart. He notice would always folding the coner of every paper if he have it in his hand. Doesn't matter is the paper is important or not he will play with it. He find it cute. Wait....cute? Wukong? HAH! Don't make him laugh.

More of Wukong, he notice how Wukong would play with his hair when bored or feeling nervous. How Wukong wave his hand around when talking to his brother with happy face. How sometimes Wukong mindlessly chew his tail. How Wukong like to distant himself from crowd place. How Wukong so gentle with any animals. How Wukong take his sweet time feeding stray animals near the his studio. The more Mayor watch, the more he know and more he want to know.

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Mayor is not suprise that he end up at Wukong's place again. It's like normal thing now and Wukong doesn't seem to say anything about it. But what suprise him how Wukong is. One thing about them is they always fight. It's start for Macaque then they just keep going. When they fight they fight dirty it's poisoning, loud, dirty, nasty, rude and painful. They fight over stupid things and end up fucking with hate.

But tonight Wukong wasn't even trying. He just look tired. Wukong doesn't know why he let Mayor inside anyway but here he is.

Mayor don't know what to say but he want to. This Wukong is different and he wanna know why. "..Why you.." He usually have no problems comforting someone. Someone like his ex-lover Macaque. He always know what to do and what Macaque need. But Wukong isn't Macaque doesn't he? He doesn't know what Wukong need. He doesn't know Wukong. Wait- why he care anyway? It's Wukong after all. He will be back to his asshole self anyway. Mayor just give burden to himself worrying over someone like Wukong. Wukong doesn't deserve his worry. He could just turn his heel and comeback tommorow or next week. He doesn't need to stay. He want to...

He doesn't want to see Wukong like this. The doesn't like it. Not even a bit. He want to reach Wukong and put a smile back on his stupid pretty face. He want to swipe that sad face away so they can being them back.

Wukong look at him with tired eyes. Then he just simply look away. "Shitty day I think. I just feeling like shit". Mayor come closer to him and listen. "I mess up a lot today and I know you know about that. Did you have a good laugh with that?"

Mayor shake his head wanting Wukong to keep going. Wukong sigh at that "It's just a shitty day. I don't know what wrong with me" Wukong softly whisper

"Nothing wrong with you Wukong " Mayor voice was gentle as he make his way go Wukong. He wrap his arms around Wukong pulling him into a hug. They never done that. Mayor wait for Wukong to push him away but Wukong didn't. In fact Wukong hold on to him tighter. Mayor didn't say anything after that. But that's okay, maybe this what Wukong need.

Wukong let himself drown for a moment. How long it's have been since him being hug? Wukong don't remember. Maybe when MK and him was little younger. Wukong forget how good that feel to have someone touch you without hurting at some way. Wukong don't want to let go.

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They somehow end up on Wukong bed with their clothes on floor. Mayor slowly make his way to Wukong neck...

Night with Wukong is interesting to say the least. Going on with their 'rival with benefits ' Mayor realize he doesn't want to things like this with any other. With Wukong anything could happened. It can be fast, it can hard , it can rough or it could be painful. All he have to do is just do it and Wukong let him. He never deny anything any just go with what's on table. Wukong also never ask for anything.

"Can you be nice to me tonight?"

That make Mayor stop a bit "What..." He need to make sure he hear Wukong correctly. "Can you..... be nice to me?" Wukong repeat. Nice huh. Nice is boring people say. 'nice' is said when you have nothing else to say. Nice just low meaning of good and great.

Mayor get it. Under everything that said about Wukong he still living being with feeling. Sometimes he need to be care for and sometimes he he need to be love. In the end of day that facts doesn't change.

Words didn't come out of Mayor lips. He would yes. Yes that he would be nice Wukong. Yes he would do anything for Wukong at moment. Anything.

"I got you"

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Wukong always wake up alone. Even when he with Macaque he just do. But today is different. When he wake up he feel two strong arms wrap around him like a protection. Wukong doesn't know how to feel about that. But he just let himself enjoy it. He know he will regret letting this happened but he still do it. He just being selfish to think this mean Mayor care about him. Oh well he a selfish asshole after all right?

[themaymoth]

Wei Wuxian, the magnus archives au

going on a rampage stopping creppy rituals is usually his and lwj's date night

[SUPPLEMENTAL]

• He's once again on his bullshit of believing everything is his fault and that he needs to fix everything.

•He went into The Lonely because he was trying to run away from his problems, because he felt powerless and helpless in the face of powers and creatures he could't possibly comprehend. But he escaped The Lonely so that could face his problems head on with the man he loved, he doesn't want to run away from anything anymore...... except for Jiang Cheng of course, he'll keep running away from Jiang Cheng.

•He's trying so hard to gently reconnect with his nephew without coming across as a suspicious dude who just happens to care a lot about his and his friends safety.

•Little Apple is a skeleton horse from minecraft in this au, cuz cool bone horse

[doritochoi]

After party | P.S

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

genre: smut , non-idol!au

warnings: guns, pet name ( slut, pretty girl, love, kitten etc..), seonghwa is a bad boy lol , ass smacking bcz hwa likes it a lot, unprotected sex

wordcount: 1k

summary: you were in the club celebrating your friend's birthday, then a strange noise was heard and you were about to get killed by someone, but he saves you .

a/n: hi guys! i want to know how are my fanfics . Dont be shy write in the comments :) Suggest me anything i will try to do it ! Thank you for all the support and likes . Ily <3

Celebrating a birthday party in a club can't be that bad, right? Well.. that's what you thought..

You entered in the most famous club in Seoul, everything smelled like cigarettes ,alcohol drinks and making out sessions, but the most important thing is that you came here to have fun with your friends, you don't care about anything .

Time passed very quickly, and you were sitting alone at the bar looking at people dancing on the dance floor. Your friend, Amber came to you looking a bit confused.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Come on, join us! , she said with a glass of whiskey in her hands.

"Nah..i already had a shot, plus you know i can't drink too much"

"Hmm, fine im going to them-"

A loud noise of guns disturbed the atmosphere and all the walls were full of bullet marks. You started to freak out so bad and got under a table, but someone shot the table pushing it aside. You were on the ground and that guy pointed the gun at you .

You screamed really loud and the tall figure grabbed your neck and tried to suffocate you , luckly a guy shouted his name and he released you making your neck to hurt a little.

"Woo, leave her alone." ,a voice came from the shadows looking at you. His siren eyes were extremely gorgeous. You couldn't see his face so well because he was wearing a mask but you can say a thing . He was so fucking handsome. He was coming towards you moving his hips seductively.

"Did he hurt you?" again he was speaking with a sweet voice making your knees to turn into jelly. You trembled when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah.. I am"

"Okay" he smiled at you making you weak.

"Its too late to ask for a name, pretty girl?

"Its Y/n"

"How pretty...just like you" all you could do was look at him and admiring all his features.

"Uhm..well i have to go..i need to call my friend,bye!" you packed your things and walked away like you didn't even know each other.

"Just wait...you will be mine" he was saying looking at you how you leave the club.

When you were outside ,you were about to call a cab, but someone puts a cloth on your face making you closing your eyes. All you could see was that you were dragged in a van.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room.You tried to get out of bed but someone opens the door. It was him. The handsome man who tries to flirt with you at the club.

"W-what do you want creppy guy ? Why I am here?" he was loosening his tie heading towards you.

"Seonghwa, I'm Seonghwa. Don't raise your voice at me, darling."

"Oh really? I didn't know you were this kind of guy ,trying to flirt with me then i am here kinapped by you . What the fuck do you want?

Seonghwa couldn't wait any longer and he smashed his lips on yours and kissed you hungrily making you kiss him back.

"No one can resist me , you will see kitten"

After saying these words, he kissed you again, devouring each part of your lips. He kissed you so much that you both fell on the bed, him being on top of you. Hwa stopped and let his hands speak for him as they travelled over your dress and in one blink the dress was gone.You were only in your red underwear.

"How did you know thats my fav color?" you blushed a little , your cheeks turning into pink.

He undressed himself as well making your eyes sparking and looking at his bare torso, admiring his toned muscles while he unbuckled his belt. Then he turned his attention towards you ,kissing your neck leaving there a bunch of hickeys. He moved to kiss your tummy and going with that tongue down until in reaches your thighs.

"Please" you cried as you threw your head back, desperately pleaded for more.

"I didn't even touch you and your already wet? What a slut you are"

"Please ,i want more " you begged him like a kid wanting some candy"

"Patience ,darling" you pouted at his answer and in the next second you felt his hot breath against your wet pussy.It felt like absolute heaven.

"So wet for me , i like it"

He peppered kisses there then goes to your face and kissed you with his plump lips .

"A-ah why did you stop? Im gonna cu-"

You couldn't even finish your question because you felt something moving inside you.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out, sucking your lower lips until it bleeds. Of course he could, he didn't even have to ask. Seonghwa grabbed your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to thrust in you.

Your orgasm came out of nowhere, sending shocking waves of pleasure on your body . Then he grabbed one of your breast and start to massage it .You were moaning a mess. If someone asks you right now whats the best thing you done ,you can say that you fucked up with someone that you dont know. He was good at sex , ofc he was but the things he does to you,he didnt do at other girls. Maybe you were his soulmate.

"Shit. I'm so close."

"Love , wait a bit more"

After a while you were in a doggy style position with him, pleading him to go harder.

"Baby count" when it came to sex Seonghwa always has his magic, he always likes to slap your ass while you count so he did this again.

"1..2..3..4....50"

He slapped you so hard that you were crying a mess wanting his cock to be inside you again. But he begin to fuck you ,this time more harder feeling how you two came in the same time .

He dropped himself on the other side of the bed with messy hair and sweat all over his body. You've never seen such a beautiful man like him.

"Next time" he whispered

"Next time i will take you out , I promise " ,you laughed at him

"Okay" he hugged you this time tighter and you melted in his touch.

Maybe it was a good idea to have a night stand with him :)

[marveloustimestwo]

Hi sweetie! Can I request something with Tony Stark? His obssession with y/n starts when they met cause she's a fan of his (not a creppy fan tho) and asked him for a hug?

Hi! Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes

I think this scenario would be most likely to happen if it either happens repeatedly or it happens during an important moment in Tony's life.

You have to understand, Tony's a very famous person. He's got a lot of fans and meets a lot of people when out in public.

So for him to actually become obsessed with a fan, you'd have to leave an imprint.

For just a one-off interaction to actually spark his interest, I think it would have to stem from one of the big events in his life.

Such as when he gets back from his time with the Ten Rings. That moment in particular was a pivotal point in his life.

Getting back home after going through all of that, seeing a few fans, and then you show up and all you really do is give him a hug and a few words of admiration before backing off. . .

Well, Tony kind of latched onto that.

As I said, he's got a lot of fans. Most of them are all over him, trying to get as much attention from him as possible. A lot try to get something out of him. Whether that's an internship/job, money, love, or even just a picture or autograph.

So when you only ask him for a hug and some encouragement rather than something you could get money out of, it interests Tony, especially when it's done after he's gone through something.

After that, he'll look into you. It's not hard for him to find you all the tech he has. All he needs is a picture of your face, which is pretty easy once he gets ahold of the press pictures.

Tony will watch you for a while and see if you really are the kind person he ran into that first time. Once that proves to be true, you'll happen to get a really well-paying job at Stark Industries, and you'd really be a fool not to accept.

Rent is high in New York, especially MCU New York where everything is getting destroyed every other week.

That combined with you being a fan, it's not hard to accept the job, especially when you're promoted to Tony's personal assistant after only a week on the job.

And hey, even if you're a bit stubborn, Tony has a lot of connections and money. All he has to do is raise your rent bit by bit, as well as raise your salary for your new job.

He really is affection starved. As soon as you gave him that first bit of it, he'll latch onto it and not let go.

Asking for a hug really was a bad idea. But hey, at least you now have Tony fawning after you now!

[dumbalexiscrazy]

Can we please talk about how fuck up is Elaine and ban relationship? 😭

I always had a BIG problem with this couple and it is even more by the fact that Elaine looks and ACTS like a child no older than 9 years old. “Eermmm but she's 1700 years old, in fact she's older than ban “ I'M DONT GIVE A CRAP THAT SHE'S 1700 THAT'S A KID. And it’s not like I’m the only one seen that, even in the series they refer to her as a kid.

In episode 7 of season 1 (which is when we are introduced to Elaine for the first time) the first time they see each other ban was surprise of not seeing a grown woman and he call Elaine a kid and A little later in the episode (minute 10:06) Ban remembers Elaine by literally seeing a CHILD.

It’s also really silly how the fall in love with each other IN 7 DAYS LIKE, is this wattpad or what

Also something that has always caused me a lot of noise is how their designs are compare to each other. Ban is a 40 year old man who was trapped in his 23 year old body, his design represents that very well, but Elaine, who is supposed to be older that ban for centuries has a childish face, body and attitude, also the fact that she fall so quickly and trusted ban so quickly is simply something very innocent from someone who is supposed to have lived more than a thousand years.

Also they height difference is CREPPY

Just to make sure I don’t give you the bad idea, i love ban and Elaine like separated characters, i just hate their relationship.

[morbiderotica]

Please write a jealous/needy Xavier who has been pining after Reader for a long time and finally tells her how he feels after seeing her flirting with Tyler. All the angst and fluff please!!!

─ ★ r u mine? … gn!reader

It was odd to have a crypt full of outcasts and a seeming normie but with it being Wednesday's birthday and all, no one could really pass up the opportunity. "Oh, stop, you're too funny." You giggle overwhelmingly loud at a barely funny joke that Tyler made. Xavier rolled his eyes, scoffing at your unbelievable behavior. He walked out of the crypt, returning to his dorm.

You noticed his disappearance and went to find him. It wasn't like Xavier to just walk away from a party without telling anyone. You didn't see him loitering outside the crypt so you assumed he went to his dorm. Normally, you would've gone to go check, but it would have been rude to leave now. You hurried back into the crypt and returned to the fun.

─ ★

It's been a few days since the party and Xavier seemed to be ignoring you. It was unlike him to behave like this. Whenever he would see you in the hallway he would avert himself to another direction. He wouldn't even sit with you at lunch anymore. But the worst part of it all is that he wouldn't even acknowledge you when you did get close enough to talk to him.

It was really starting to bum you out. You loved Xavier with all your heart. It pained you to have to go so long without talking to him. Life was so boring and... meaningless. You really missed him.

"Enough is enough." You thought before deciding to corner Xavier. There's nowhere he can go if you surprise him. You walked through the creppy woods to the shed where he would most likely be. You didn't bother knocking, knowing he just wouldn't answer.

"Y/N?" He asked taking his headphones off. "What the hell?" You whine, not sounding as tough or coherent as you wanted to. He furrowed his brows. "You've been ignoring me all week, ever since Wednesday's party." You said and he didn't say anything. He only went back to painting silently. You scoffed and walked up to him and grabbed the paint from his hands.

"Listen to me!" You beg and he couldn't seem less interested in what you were saying. "You're being mean, Xavier." You pout and he almost breaks. "I'm being mean? You're ridiculous." He spat and snatched the paint back. "I didn't do anything to you." You plainly state, sure you're in the right.

He smiled uneasily and licked his teeth. "I'm done talking to you." He shook his head, returning to his painting. "Well, I'm not done talking to you." You replied. "I haven't done anything." You stammered. "And even if I have, you're punishing me without reason!" You cry. "I have a reason." He calmly spoke which really pissed you off. How was he acting like you weren't ready to burst into tears right in front of him?

"Then tell me!" You plead. He stays quiet, ignoring every aspect of you. "Fine. Be an asshole." "I'm not the asshole." His words were calculated, only saying words that he know would get under your skin. He wanted to fight. "You can't be serious right now!  I can't even-" "Shut up." He disgustedly urged.

You didn't dare to speak. He'd never told you to shut up in that tone before. Always in a playful or sarcastic manner. "You don't know anything. Just stop talking. You're embarrassing yourself." You looked down, feeling the redness take up your face.

He noticed this small action, instantly wishing he could take the words back. Nevertheless, he continued the painting. "You know this hurts, right?" You sniffled while holding back tears. "No, don't say that. Get out." You couldn't tell if he was upset or angry. You held your ground and stood still watching the carefully plastered facial expressions that appeared on the tortured artist's face.

"You don't get to come in here and tell me that I'm an asshole when you're torturing me!" He yelled when you didn't leave. "Torturing you? You're the one torturing me! You barely even look in my direction anymore!" You cry out. "Why should I? Just so I can be reminded that... that you don't fucking care about me?" He stammered.

"Of course, I care about you, Xavier!" You tried to give him any sort of comfort. "But never in the way you care about him." He took a deep breath, fighting back the tears. "Him? Who's him?" You ask. "Don't play dumb." He chuckled uneasily. "I'm not?" You argued.

"You know, Tyler, your little boy toy!" He angrily snapped. "Him and his unfunny jokes that you seem to think are fucking hilarious!" He continued. "Tyler's not my boy toy. What are you even saying?" You ask, somewhat offended.

"You're all over him." "I am not!" You retort. "You are! I can't stand it anymore!" He yelled. "Why do you even care?" You laugh, anger taking up your body. "Because I'm in love with you!" He admitted.

You were both silent. It was like the calm after the storm. Neither of you knew what to say. Both out of breath, anger instantly disintegrating. "I didn't-" "You're in love with me?" You questioned. "My mind drowns in the possibility of you and me." He hesitantly added.

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to think. "Why didn't you tell me?" You rushed over to him, hugging him. He was confused. Was he hugging you because you felt pitiful for him or because you returned his ardent feelings? "It's not something I would like to admit." He answered.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes. A smile formed on your face. He tilted his head in confusion. "Why are you smiling?" He asked. "I'm in love with you too."

[xysidhequeen]

Currently re-reading TKAHRK

and

"Pshaw. Batcave? Please. Bruce Wayne wishes his creppy little man cave was half as cool as this." Sam snorted

I'm so hoping Sam roasts the batcave as man cave again, but like, right in front of Brucie.

It would be so funny

like imagine Sam is at a gala for some reason (maybe a prank)

and then just roasts the bat cave

and bruce either has to along and roast himself or he defends himself and it's prime bullying material

no way to win for him.

Re-reading? :O I'm flattered you like it enough to read twice, anon!

Oh no, please don't give me the idea to write a gala scene! I'm going to get trapped in it if I do, it'll be a whole arc! But Sam would 1000% go to a gala for the express purpose of fucking with Bruce since the entire Phanteam knows he's Batman now. She'd just progressively dunk on Batman more and more to see how far she can push Brucie until he breaks.

Even better is if she starts throwing in tidbits no civilian should know. And Bruce starts sweating because how does this random heiress from a rinky dink Midwest town know about the dinosaur?!

And a treat for the ask because interaction fuels me

💚

"Well, I'm not sure if Jason told you this but I'm a bit of a comedi-hen myself," Dick puffed himself up, a grin on his face and Jason was leaning ever closer to melting through the floor. His personal hell was most definitely being caught in the middle of a pun battle between his brother and Danny.

"He may have mentioned that you have a spectre-cular sense of humor," Danny grinned back.

"I said his jokes could kill the dead," Jason piped up.

"That was just fowl, Jason," Dick gasped, clutching at his throat as if he had pearls to grab.

[adonisdoesstuff]

Bob Velseb x GN Reader! No Filter.

Bob stalked you for a while and he was ready to make his first move on you but he didn't count for one thing...

AN: sorry the grossness, this is my first time writting something like this and posting it on tumblr

Also english is not my first language, so, sorry for mistakes

CW: Blood, Licking, Stalking and some gross things.

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You woke up in your couch, it was night. slowly looking around feeling dizzy, you put your hand in your forehead trying to remember what you did that night before sleeping, you check your phone and it was 20:03, You quickly remember it's halloween and you fell asleep after coming back tired from work.

You receive a text from your friend LIla.

Lila: Hey (Y/N)! i was thinking about going trick or treating, you know, just for kicks and giggles, would you like to come? Jaune is going too!

You smile and decides to reply.

(Y/N): Sure thing! just wait a sec k?

Lila: Okay!

You get up from the couch and goes upstairs to take your work uniform off and change to a better outfit.

As you got dressed, you begin to feel unease, like there was someone watching you, you then walked towards the window and there was a tall and big figure behind the trees watching you with a creppy grin that almost covered their face.

Your eyes widen and you quickly ran down the stairs to check if theres any open windows around the house, luckly there were non, you sigh in relief but then there was a sound of glass breaking, coming from the living room.

you grab a cooking knife from your kitchen and quickly hides under your table. you can only see their legs, they walk closer to your direction, you cover your mouth but that was a useless move.

"Oh Darlin', I can smell your coconut lotion from a mile away~" The man said. he had a southern accent and a beautiful voice but to be honest he was breaking into your house and you couldn't think about it now.

"Shit, i should have used my favorite one." You said out loud, you quickly shut your mouth but accidentally cut your own cheek with your knife. "Fuck, that's gonna give me a infection." you said to yourself as you winced from the pain.

You hear the sound of a knife being pulled, so you quickly throw the table onto him. it worked well, when he was down you finally could see him.

"OH, YOU'RE THAT DEVIL GUY FROM THE NEWS!" You said to him as you ran upstairs.

You run over to your room, you close the door behind you and you start looking for your phone to call the police, you couldn't find it until you heard your door opening and seeing the devil guy holding your phone.

"Thank you, can you give me my phone? i need to call the cops." You said without a hesitation and he looks confused at you.

"If you want it so much, come get it~" The devil guy said as puts your phone his pocket.

"Ugh, What do you want anyways?" You ask as you pull your knife to defend yourself.

"Oh Darlin'~ that's a very intriguing question." He said as he got closer to you, you pointed your knife to his neck, he grabbed your arm, you tried cutting his neck but he pulls your knife away and threw it on the ground.

you went for his knife but it wasn't in his hands, you up to him, he was still with that creepy smile.

"And the answer is you~" He holds your body tightly.

"W-where is your knife?" You ask to the devil man, stuttering. he slowly holds your face, you tried pulling it away but it was useless.

"HEY HEY HEY-" he begins to bite your shoulder, you wince, trying to pull him away but he keeps going. He licks the blood from your cheek, as he keeps doing it, your cheeks warm up weirdly.

"That's gross." You say and he chuckles. he pulls away and keeps staring at you as he licks his lips. he feels something grabbing his mask, before he could look, (Y/N) pulls his mask away and finally gets to see his face, he was very attractive man, you couldn't help yourself to say that straight to his face.

"Wow, you're hot." (Y/N) says as they look to the man, which had a confused look on.

"What?" He asks, still holding you.

"I said you're hot." (Y/N) said and the man frowns.

"Why aren't ya' scared?!" His accent got thicker, his cheeks began to blush, he keeps asking himself what he did wrong? why didn't he scare you?

"I mean, honestly, someone with a face like that wouldn't make me scared, it would make me feel other things." (Y/N) said as they blushed as well, He got furious and quickly pushed you away.

"What is wrong with you?" The man asked.

"I'm the one who needs to ask you that, you're a serial killer, you broke into my house and tried to make a move on me without even inviting me for dinner." (Y/N) said, the man took a few steps back.

"If you keep acting like this, i am gonna have you for dinner." He grabs his mask back, he grabs your phone from his pockets and throws it into your bed, he walks towards the window.

"I don't know, i don't think i would taste very good." You scratch your head.

"What is your name anyway?" You ask as he gets ready to leave. he looks at you, still frustrated.

"Bob Velseb." He stares at you.

"I'm (Y/N)." You said to him.

"I know that, i know a lot about you." Bob jumps from the window, you run towards it and he is no longer to be seen. you sigh in relief, that worked really well, playing with his feelings until he leaves.

you close the window and grabs your phone, only to see a text from Lila.

LIla: Are you okay?

(Y/N): Yeah yeah just a little thing that happened but wait for me

Before leaving, you wash your face, you put a band-aid on your cheek, you barricade your windows and then walk out of the house towards Lila's.

Bob kept watching you from the distance, he got obsessed with you ever since he laid eyes on you, and now he finally saw that you're just as weird, so he began to think about you a lot more and more.

[hendrickdo]

SAKUYA HAIBARA

I played Fatal frame 4 a few months back and did this illustration of Sakuya

Ar first I did not really like her design, but some text in the game made my skin crawl and I understood how creppy she could be.

"When the nurse's body was discovered, the room was in an awful state, but the patient was just sitting on the bed.

Smiling.

I can't quite remember her face myself…"

Then in another note :

"When our eyes met, she looked at me with a smiling expression that seemed to see right through me, through everything.

Until now, I was never able to keep the face of the "one with no face" in my mind, but I can finally see it clearly.

I never realized she had such a kind face."

And since reading this I cannot focus on anything but on her smile. Gentle, but with an hint of annihilation.

[tealaoding]

A TREAT | CreepyCute!Wally x GN!Reader | HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Creppy Cute AU belongs to @/pinkysdreaming (from twitter)

TW: Based on Backrooms - Kitty’s House, light traumacore, scopophobia, derealization and light creepy themes.

Needles.

Needles.

Needles.

Hurts.

You were always hospitalized because you imagined many things and you couldn't stop drawing strange things.

A drawing began of an imaginary friend holding his hand towards you.

From that typical dream of a child.

A pale yellow skin and his face was emotionless, mouthless but shadowed with one eye and long somewhat messy bluish hair, he was wearing a pink shirt and gray pants and dark shoes.

He is tall.

He saw himself as a parental figure.

Every night, you always had candy or cookies in your pockets to leave under your bed for your imaginary friend at 3 A.M. and even from his appearance from your imagination, he called himself "Kitty" because of his love for Hello Kitty, and your normal room became a land of Hello Kitty and her friends.

Maybe sometimes he acts like a cat, because he likes to stare at you without having to do anything or he just did it to protect you but he was always standing at the door without moving.

But.

If it was the opposite.

If you stopped playing with him.

One day you woke up with your arms gag in bed.

You remembered that out of twisted curiosity when you felt the edge of a knife around your arm because Kitty was always seen with a knife with a pink handle. But you never thought that he would use the weapon because you weren't paying attention to him, just to be against you.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Your last meeting with him was a cold shoulder.

He didn't help you get out like he had promised.

He didn't bring you that guaranteed happiness.

A false security and then falling into an unfavorable place.

That adoration you had for him turned into a fear.

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.

.

.

The years passed, you grew up as a boring adult.

You had always hated cold room with its homely, hilarious house. It was a place where you felt fuzzy.

You become a adult, selfish with cocoa drinker with sticky hands and curvy moles.

Once, you had even made a cup of tea for a zany injured bird.

You walked over to the window and reflected on an old familiar place surroundings with orange tones and children asking for candy.

The clouds danced like chatting owls, then, you saw something in the distance, or rather someone.

You felt the chills and you ran your eyes quickly thinking that it was a product of your strange imaginations.

He still here.

AGAIN.

Still here.

AGAIN.

It was the figure of your old imaginary friend around the house where Halloween lurks.

KITTY.

Looking at you through one eyes behind of his long bluish hair just like that day when you two were that close friends.

You gulped.

You took a step back with a mug of cocoa.

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.

.

.

You were in an all pink room, looking at the ceiling, there were many Hello Kitty and her friends hanging from the ceiling, a pair of knives that seemed to be made of cardboard buried in the stuffed animals.

You dropped the cup breaking it on the floor and went to the pink door.

It was locked and you forced it again.

Still closed.

You pinched your cheek.

.

.

.

You were still here.

You let out a growl.

You frowned.

You looked at the pink clock, it was 12 PM and your gaze was fixed on the bed.

You were still afraid of him.

Because of him you ended up in a psychiatric hospital.

Because of him you dealt with people who looked at you like crazy.

You thought you were safe by taking sleeping pills.

And Kitty disappeared.

You were happy at that moment.

That ray of hope dissolved for a few years.

Days passed since you lost your notion of reality.

Your body was weak, you could barely do an activity by yourself.

The needle was everywhere when you had doctor visits.

Your parents looked at you with fear and concern that you had many drawings of your imaginary friend whom you called "Kitty."

The door opened and Kitty was standing looking at you with that look that could give you chills.

You both at looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two cats playing the staring challenge on a very merciless Halloween, which had trance music playing in the background.

You studied Kitty's sloppy hands playing with his weapon.

Eventually, he took a deep breath.

You looked worried, his emotions raw through his shadow face like a monotonous radio.

His typical sounds of a television echoing in his face with static and question marks around the room.

You are not in your house, but in his house.

You are his silly guest.

You could actually hear his growls.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm your nerves tonight.

He said, in hushed tones as leaning his head to you, "Miss me?"

All you could do was drop a bowl full of candy for the kids on Halloween just for him to eat.

That was the way to avoid getting hurt.

You thought.

This is actually pretty scary. I'll never be able to look at another spotty friend for as long as I live.

Halloween is over, here I leave you the one-shot with Kitty!Wally and follow the creator on Twitter, her AU concepts are very interesting and Happy Late Halloween for everyone.