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cowboylikemac · 8 days ago

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THE WAITING GAME || J.P

a/n: i am honestly not sure how to feel about this but if you love it, i’ll end up loving it. Honestly its giving jeff buckley’s yearning.

summary: James Potter touches you like it means nothing. You feel it like it means everything. Best friends caught in the in-between. Too close to be casual, too scared to be honest. It’s all glances that linger too long, hands that almost hold, and words neither of you are brave enough to say. But how long can you keep waiting for someone who’s already halfway yours?

including: Slow emotional, mutual pining, angst, no explicit content or character death

word count: 2k+

James Potter always touches you like it means nothing.

An arm slung over your shoulder. A hand on your arm when he’s laughing too hard at Sirius. His chin on your shoulder as he reads your Herbology notes upside down. You’ve learned to breathe through it. To pretend your skin doesn’t buzz every time he’s close.

You’re best friends. You don’t ruin that.

But it’s hard.

Especially when he curls up next to you on the Gryffindor common room couch and falls asleep halfway through some dull Astronomy chapter you offered to read out loud. His head is on your chest, soft snoring, lips slightly parted. You don’t dare move.

You also don’t sleep.

You stare at the ceiling for two hours and wonder if he hears how fast your heart beats when he’s this close.

⸻

You get good at hiding it.

The longing. The way you look for him in every hallway, laugh a little louder when he’s nearby. The way you watch his hands, his long fingers, calloused knuckles, a freckle on his middle knuckle you once counted just to distract yourself.

He talks about girls sometimes. You pretend not to care.

“You think Smith likes me?” he asks one afternoon, sprawled on your bed eating half your chocolate stash.

You shrug. “Probably. You’re loud. People notice loud.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Do I?” you joked.

He throws a pillow at you. You throw it back.

⸻

One morning, he’s already at your table in the library when you arrive. There’s an extra quill waiting for you, your favorite fruit chews, and a note folded in half.

“Thought you’d forget your stuff. You always do.”

You roll your eyes but keep the note.

You tuck it in your pocket and read it again three times during History of Magic.

He never mentions it.

⸻

Sixth year feels heavier.

He’s taller. His voice is deeper. Lily Evans finally starts looking at him the way he’s always looked at her. It makes your stomach twist.

You hate that you see it. That he doesn’t seem to care as much anymore. Or maybe he’s just tired of waiting for her, the same way you’re tired of waiting for him.

You sit beside him in Transfiguration and pretend it doesn’t mean anything when your knees touch.

You lend him your scarf one day when he forgets his. He forgets to give it back for a week. When he does, it smells like him.

⸻

You tell yourself you’re fine with this.

This limbo. This almost.

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you.

Because how could you? What would you even say?

“I think about kissing you every time you lean too close.”

or something even better

“I feel like I’m falling in love with someone who thinks of me like a place to rest, not stay.”

You’d sound crazy. Mental.

But worst of all— you’d lose him.

So you smile. Laugh. Let him get close, but never close enough.

You wait. And wait. And wait.

⸻

It changes one night in November.

It’s late. Past curfew. You’re both on the Quidditch pitch, lying in the middle of the grass after James dragged you out for “fresh air and perspective,” whatever that means.

You’re lying side by side, his fingers close to yours. Not touching. Just close enough to feel the warmth radiating like a furnace.

He sighs. “Everything feels like it’s moving too fast lately.”

You glance at him. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno. Lily. School. Life. Everything feels like it’s on the edge of changing and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing.”

You chew your lip. “Maybe it is.”

He turns his head toward you. “What if I don’t want it to change?”

You look at him.

And you say the bravest thing you’ve ever said “Then tell it to stay.”

James blinks.

You keep going, even though your chest feels like it’s caving in. “Sometimes… I feel like I’m standing still and everything else is moving on without me.”

He’s quiet.

And then he whispers, “Mine doesn’t move without you.”

You stare at him. His voice is low. Vulnerable. Like he’s saying more than he knows how to say.

“James—”

“I think about it,” he says suddenly. “Us. Sometimes.”

Your heart stutters. “Oh.”

He laughs softly. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” he says. “That you think about it too.”

You look down. “I think about it all the time.”

He’s still. Like he’s scared to move, scared it’ll break whatever moment this is.

But then he reaches out — slowly — and takes your hand.

Just that.

Not a kiss. Not a confession.

Just your hand in his.

And somehow, that’s everything.

⸻

After that night, nothing’s different.

And yet everything is.

He still jokes. Still ruffles your hair. Still falls asleep beside you with a book open in his lap. But now, his fingers find yours under the table. His arm lingers around your waist longer than it should. And when he smiles at you, it’s softer.

You still don’t talk about it.

Neither of you are ready.

But when you see Lily Evans look at him and he doesn’t look back, you feel something loosen in your chest.

You’re still waiting.

But it feels different now.

Like maybe — finally — he’s waiting too.

⸻

(James POV)

James Potter doesn’t know when it started.

Maybe it was fourth year, when you cursed Mulciber for hexing his broom and then shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Or maybe it was fifth, when you fell asleep on his shoulder in the library and slightly drooled on his robes and he didn’t even care.

Or maybe it was always there — this quiet ache that sat low in his chest every time you laughed and it wasn’t at something he said.

He doesn’t know.

He just knows it’s getting harder to ignore.

⸻

You’ve always been his soft spot.

He thinks he hides it well. He teases you like he teases Sirius. Shoves your shoulder in the hall.

But he notices things about you that he doesn’t notice about anyone else.

You chew your lip when you’re nervous, even though it annoys you. You hate coffee but drink it every morning needing anything to wake up. You sleep on your side, always facing the wall. You pretend not to care when people hurt you, but you always go quiet after.

He notices.

He wishes he didn’t.

⸻

When he talks about other girls, he watches you.

He doesn’t mean to — he just does.

Watches how your jaw tenses, how your eyes flick down, how you suddenly start organizing your bag like it’s the most urgent thing in the world.

And every time, he feels like the worst person alive.

Because he wants your attention, but not like this. Not through jealousy. Not through hurt.

But if he asked you — really asked you — what would you say?

⸻

He dreams about you sometimes.

He never tells anyone, obviously. Not Sirius. Not Remus. Definitely not you.

But they’re not always romantic. Sometimes you’re just… there. Laughing in the rain. Sitting on the Quidditch stands. Reading upside down with your foot tapping against his knee.

But sometimes, it’s more.

Sometimes, it’s your hand in his, your lips against his throat, your voice in the dark saying his name.

He always wakes up sweating.

⸻

When he finds you on the Quidditch pitch that night, something in him unravels.

He doesn’t plan on saying anything. Just wanted to be near you. That’s always been enough.

But the way you look at him — like you see him, not the version he pretends to be which only makes it harder to lie.

He says everything without saying anything.

“Everything’s changing.”

“I don’t want it to.”

“I think about us.”

And then your hand in his.

Just that.

It should’ve been too small to mean anything.

But it feels like the start of something he’s been running from for years.

⸻

He doesn’t kiss you.

Not because he doesn’t want to — but because he wants it to mean more than almost.

He wants to be sure. Not of you — he’s always been sure of you. But of himself. Of the version of him that’s not just the Quidditch captain or the loudest in the room or the idiot pining after Lily Evans.

He wants to be the version of him that’s worthy of your attention.

And maybe — just maybe — that version is already here.

⸻

Every time you’re near him after that, his whole body feels wired.

Like if you touched him for one second too long, he’d combust.

He doesn’t tell you this.

He lets his hand brush yours under the table. Lets his fingers rest on your knee when no one’s watching. Lets his shoulder bump yours when he sits beside you, like he can’t stand the inch of air between your bodies.

Because he can’t.

But he still doesn’t kiss you.

Not yet.

Not until you look at him like you know.

Not until he’s brave enough to say the thing he’s never said

“It’s always been you.”

⸻

(Readers POV)

It starts with a glance.

You’re in the corridor, laughing with Marlene, and James is passing by. He looks over his shoulder like he always does, like he’s checking you’re still there. Like he can’t help it.

But then Lily catches up to him and links their arms.

He doesn’t look back.

You laugh a little too loud after that.

Marlene notices. She doesn’t say anything.

⸻

Later that night, you’re curled in a chair by the fire, pretending to read. James flops beside you with a sigh and that familiar look — one part affection, one part restlessness.

“Evans thinks I’ve been distant,” he says.

You don’t look up. “Have you?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. Maybe.”

You flip a page. You haven’t read a single sentence.

“Do you want to be with her?” you ask, and it sounds calm, but your knuckles are white on the book spine.

James hesitates. “I thought I did.”

You nod, like it doesn’t cost you anything. “Well. Let me know when you figure it out.”

You stand.

He grabs your wrist.

“Wait—what does that mean?”

You don’t answer. You just look at him — really look — and see it: the confusion, the fear, the same ache you’ve been carrying all year.

“You don’t get to hover near me forever, James,” you whisper. “You don’t get to want me halfway.”

Then you walk away.

⸻

( James’s POV )

She’s pulling away. He can feel it.

Not all at once — no, that would be easier. But piece by piece. The long looks become quick glances. The silence between them stops feeling comfortable.

He misses her in the small ways first.

Misses how she always passed him a sugar quill when he fidgeted. How she said “you’re fine” every time he doubted himself — not in the loud, Gryffindor way everyone else did, but in a quiet, real way that actually worked.

He misses her voice.

He misses her attention.

But he doesn’t say anything.

Because saying something makes it real. And if it’s real, it can break.

⸻

Sirius elbows him one day in the courtyard. “You’re brooding. Stop.”

“I’m not brooding,” James mutters, lying badly.

“You look like you’ve just been dumped.”

James doesn’t reply.

Sirius raises a brow. “Wait—did you? Did you and Y/N—?”

“There was no me and Y/N,” James snaps.

But the words taste wrong in his mouth.

Because maybe there was. Just in a way he never had the guts to name.

⸻

That night, he finds her by the lake.

She doesn’t look surprised.

“I figured you’d show up eventually,” she says.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Can we talk?”

She stays silent.

“Only if you stop pretending you don’t know how I feel.”

James stares.

“I’ve loved you since fifth year,” she says flatly. “And I’ve waited. And waited. And you’ve spent every second dancing around it like it might ruin your perfect little world if you say something real.”

James feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him.

“I never wanted to ruin what we have,” he says.

“Well, you did anyway,” she says. “Congratulations.”

He steps closer. “That’s not fair.”

“No?” Her voice cracks. “You don’t get to hold my hand like it means something and then tell people you’re not sure how you feel.”

James opens his mouth. Closes it.

“I wanted you to say something first,” she says quietly. “Just once. I wanted it to be you.”

Silence.

Then James says, hoarse, “I think about kissing you every time I’m near you.”

She goes still.

“I think about how you smell like cinnamon and ink, and how you laugh when you think no one’s listening, and how I started waiting for you at breakfast even when I wasn’t sure why.”

He exhales. “I’ve been in love with you so quietly for so long I didn’t even realize it until I thought I lost you.”

She swallows. “Then why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I’m terrified,” he says. “But I’m more terrified of never trying.”

A painfully long pause.

Then, finally, she whispers, “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it. Like you mean it.”

He steps forward. Takes her face in both hands.

I’m in love with you,” James says. “Not just in the way people say it. I mean in the way where you’re the first person I look for in every room. The one I can’t stop thinking about, even when I’m trying not to.

Then he kisses her.

And she kisses him back.

It’s not soft. It’s not careful. It’s everything they’ve held back for years pouring out all at once.

It tastes like relief. Like maybe they were always heading here.

Like they were always going to break just to fall into each other.

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kennahjune · 2 years ago

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No Upside Down steddie AU where Steve gradually meets the members of Hellfire (-Eddie) in and out of school and they all come to befriending him really fast because “Steve Harrington is actually a good dude”

But Eddie fucking hates it.

And this only spurs Hellfire on because they think him getting mad over Steve Harrington is fucking hilarious.

Jeff who takes a foods class in third period and Steve does to and then the teacher pairs them for a baking project and Jeff gets to go to Casa Harrington. And he realizes rather quickly that Steve really likes baking and cooking and actually knows what he’s doing and that he’s not just taking the class for an easy A.

Brian (I’ve named him Brian, yes), meets Steve in Art class. Like Jeff, he thought Steve was taking it for an easy A but when seats are changed and they sit together he realizes that, no, Steve’s actually kind of good at drawing (particularly scenery). They get to talking about one of Steve’s sketches and the rest is history.

Gareth doesn’t officially meet Steve until later, but he does see him out with the kids at the arcade. Gareth works at the arcade and there’s this particular group of kids that just irks him— turns out they’re Steve’s gaggle. He watches in begrudging amusement while Steve rounds them up like a pro.

Then Gareth officially meets him after Hellfire one day. It’s fucking windy and he’s just leaving to school to go home when the papers and sheets he was holding are fucking torn from his hands. Steve grabs the papers— there after some kind of sports practice— and makes sure Gareth has them secured in his bad before leaving with a dorky finger-waggle wave.

And Eddie just downright refuses.

And then the school year ends and Steve graduates. And he’s convinced he doesn’t have to see Steve again.

Until, of course, Mike Dustin and Lucas join.

Jeff, Gareth, and Brian are all ecstatic to share their own run-ins of Steve Harrington to the three boys who so clearly idolize him. Gareth happily recalls how Steve “tamed” them in the arcade every time he came in.

Eddie sits in brooding silence.

And then Lucas joins the basketball team. And sure— Jeff’s on the volleyball team— but basketball jocks are so much worse than volleyball jocks.

Mike and Dustin, however thrown out of orbit they were at first, seem to settle in eventually and learn to plan around it. They think that anything that makes Lucas happy is a good thing (even if it did take a bit of a talk with Will for them to realize).

But Eddie? Eddie can’t stand it.

Which is why he refuses to move the date for the final campaign.

But Eddie doesn’t even get to introduce Vecna before Steve Harrington himself is all but breaking down the fucking door.

Eddie has this whole argument in his head that quickly dwindles when he sees the pure anger in Steve’s eyes (and also because Steve is really fucking pretty holy shit).

Steve tells Dustin Mike and Erica to pack up and get to the game before he drags them and you know what?

They listen.

Including hard ass Erica Sinclair.

And then idk Steve and Eddie get into a whole fight about.

But Steve makes it very clear that he doesn’t appreciate Eddie making Lucas feel like he can’t be happy doing DnD and basketball because that poor boy deserves nice things dammit.

And Eddie sleeps on it over the weekend before hunting Lucas down first thing Monday morning to apologize.

Lucas forgive Eddie (against Eddie’s protest because let the man grovel) but makes Eddie also apologize to Steve.

Which Eddie does by showing up to the Harrington Estate.

Eddie apologizes and they get high together and the rest is history.

I might actually make this into something, it’s already pretty fleshed out but eh

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islayhawkin · 1 year ago

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Let me take care of you

Newt x f!reader (clint x jeff mentioned- if you don't ship it just ignore it lol)

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Summery: newt accidentally overhears you talking about liking him but he thinks you were talking about minho

Request: Hello can you do a newt x fem!reader when the reader is a medjack and talk about (I forget if it’s Clint or Jeff) how she is love with him but she didn’t realize he was behind her ? Please

Misunderstandings; hurt/comfort, angst

A/N: okay this escalated pretty quick into angst whoops

Can be read as a part 2 of 'let me help you'

It was a usual morning in the glade. The runners were getting ready to start their rounds. Alby started to wake everyone up and frypan made breakfest ready.

You and jeff on the other hand were already in the med-hut to check up on a slicer who almost got his arm chopped off yesterday. Jeff held his fingers to the boys neck.

"He's still alive."

You hummed in relief.

"Lost much blood?"

You collected the things to change the bandage on the young boys arm.

"Nah seems pretty good."

You handed jeff a container of warmed up water and a cloth. "Thanks" jeff muttered as he began removing the blood soaked bandage from the arm. You sat down next to the bed and gave jeff a helping hand whenever he needed.

"How are things with clint?" You gave Jeff a teasing grin. Jeff sighed.

"There are no 'things' between me and clint." But he gave up long ago to deny it convincingly in front of you.

"You looked shucking cute cuddled up yesterday evening." You grinned as you took the dirty cloth and water bowl from him.

Jeff scoffed. "Oh yeah what about you lovebirds then? I'm pretty sure you two were the ones cuddled up. Half the glade was probably jealous." He took the new bandage from your hand. A blush coated your cheeks but you smiled softly at the memory. "Yeah we were quite close yesterday."

You realised that the boy jeff was currently treating was still fast asleep. "Nothing wakes him up does it?" You pointed to him.

Jeff chuckled. "He sleeps like a rock. But don't try to distract me. I'm telling you, you need to ask him out."

"Because you're the expert in that?" You raised your brow.

Jeff rolled his eyes and sat down too after finishing the bandage. "No. Because it is so clearly obvious to everyone. Do you know why the boys don't try anything anymore with you?"

You blinked confused. "No...?" "Newt threatens them. They're afraid they'll be banished or beaten to a pulp if they try something with you."

You were speachless for a moment. "What...? No newt doesn't do that... I know he's protective. That's why they set up the rules but he never uses violence."

"Well he does when you are involved. You remember how gally was brought in with a bashed in face? That was newt. Gally, as gally is, apperently said a lot of disrespectful stuff about you which he could not tolerate."

Your heart beat a bit faster. Newt did this for you? You knew newt avoided violence and stuck to order as much as he was capable off. And that he completely neglected these believes as soon as you were involved was weirdly...sweet.

"So I'm telling you- he cares about you very deeply. Almost concerningly so. And everyone of the boys is aware how you two look at eachother."

You couldn't contain your bright smile. "I never knew that. That is very sweet." You sighed dreamily. "He's just so adorable."

Jeff laughed quietly. "I tell you he's beaten someone up and you call him adorable?"

You glare at him with a pout. "You know that's not what I mean. He's just- so handsome. Even when his hair is touseled of sweat at the end of the day. I don't know how he does it. I could listen to his voice all day too. Every time I see him I just want to squeeze him out of excitment."

"I'm sure he is." Jeff muttered with a grin.

"He always looks out for everyone and rather neglects his own needs than others. I'd rather he wouldn't but I like that about him. He also has everything in control. I mean alby is the leader but he's the leader in the background. He always notices when something is wrong and asks about it. When he laughs he has these really cute crinkles on his nose. Sorry I'm rambling."

Jeff leaned forward. "Then do something about it. Honestly in the eyes of everyone you're already-"

Newt cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly in the doorway of the med-hut. He had walked in a minute ago and heard you talking about someone. At first he thought you might actually be talking about him but his self-consciousness told him you were probably talking about minho. You two always were so close. Minho was a phisical guy. He was muscular. Had great humor. Of course newt understood why you'd fall for minho. After all it was his best friend. But it still stung. A lot.

Newt didn't mean to eavesdrop but he couldn't really find a good moment to interrupt until he couldn't stand hearing more.

His face showed a friendly expression but his eyes wouldn't meet your face.

You on the other hand were turning around to look at newt with wide eyes. You didn't know how long he stood there. How much he heard. If he even heard anything so you tried to slow your heartbeat and act normally.

Jeff glanced between you two as if he was watching a very interesting story unfold before his eyes.

"I uh. I need to get some supplies for the runners. They're about to start. But maybe you'd like to bring it yourself to minho?"His eyes were lowered to the ground.

"Yes of course. No problem." You hastily stood up and collected the small supplies for the runners. As soon as you finished speaking newt was already gone again.

You stilled as you realised this and turned to jeff with wide eyes. "Do you think he heard?"

"He heard something."

"Why did he storm off then?"

Jeff raised his shoulders. "You should probably go talk to him."

***

You did try and talk to him but after the encounter Newts behavior changed. He clearly tried to avoid you. He was a lot more in his room. Even locked up so alby couldn't get in to sleep. He almost worked aggressively hard as a track-hoe. Not stopping to work at dinner time and starting to work before the others were even up.

The others noticed too of course. Newt was the glue after all. Without Newts full help the glade got into a more chaotic state. Alby needed to scream around a lot more. He even seemed to be angry at newt for acting this way.

He didn't come to the med-hut anymore. Neither for his limp nor to pick you up for sleep.

For you and frankly everybody else it was a unreasonable change of behavior. You knew the things he overheard in the med-hut were the trigger for this but you could not fathom why he'd be so distraught because of it.

But to Newt it was perfectly reasonable. You were in love with minho and the latter obviously in love with you. The whole glade seemed to be. You were the only girl. What chance did he have.Newt saw it clearly. You always were with minho. Sometimes even disapearing with him into the woods. He didn't even want to think about what you did. You always kissed minhos cheek. Hugged him a lot. Minho always flirted with you.

And it was even worse that minho was his best friend. He loved minho dearly. They've been through everything together. And he couldn't bare the thought of losing you both when you two were so close.

This reaction to the pain he felt in his chest may have seemed overdramatic to a outsider but to newt it wasn't only about 'not getting a chance with you'. It made him realise that the love he felt for you, the hope you gave him, was all in his head. He needed your love. Desperately. And he didn't know how to cope without it again.

This worried you. A lot.The behavior reminded you of the time after his incident. How you first got to know him after waking up in the glade. He seemed broken then and he did now.It made you realise that nothing really changed about newt. He was still that small kid that you first met.

What worried you even more was his self-harming behavior. Not taking any consideration about the state of his body.

He didn't stop working even when alby told him to. Sometimes he didn't show up for dinner because of it. You always took a extra ration from frypan and brought it up to his room.

You knocked softly on the locked wooden door. "Newt?" There was no answer. "Newt I brought you dinner. You need to eat something."

Silence.

You almost layed the plate down in front of the door again when the door opened a bit.

Newt couldn't help but take that glimpse of your care.

You gave him a smile. "Hey." You held the plate out in front of you. "Here. You missed dinner."

Newt took the plate from your hands hesitantely and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Thanks."

Before he could close the door again you held the door open with your foot. "Newt what's wrong? I know I've been asking this constantly the last few days but I worry about you. The whole glade does. You're not acting like yourself." Your voice was soft.

He shrugged carelessly. "Maybe I just have my period." He tried to joke. You were glad he attempted a joke again. But you also knew it was his way of distracting of the matter at hand.

You gave him a look. "We both know that is not the reason."

Newt sighed. "There is nothing wrong. I'd like to sleep."

You scanned his face desperate for a answer. "Is all this about what you heard me talking about?"

Newt froze up. "I never heard anythin'. Good night." He closed the door and locked it. He leaned his back against the door and took deep breaths. Blinking away tears.The situation didn't stop him from defending you though. On the contrary. He got more angry. More irretable. The usual calm and collected newt was overcome with a more emotional one.

Minho and alby gave you a explicit instruction to get throught to him at breakfast table that morning.

And you were determined to do so today. This has been going on for a few days too long for your liking. When you made your way over to the gardens in search of him the sign you were met with made a stabbing pain in your heart. Newt was working in the garden as usual. Pulling vegatables out, getting new fertilizer, sowing new ones. You normally loved watching him work. But today the pain was evident on his face. His limp finally catching up with the pressure he was constantly putting on it. You saw him stumble a few times but he pushed through obviously.

Until he just...collapsed. His leg gave out under him. You could see him staying layed on the ground. His face on the earth. Exhausted. Suddenly his lanky frame you oh so loved looked a bit too skinny for your liking.

You hurriedly made your way over to him. When he noticed you he tried to scramble up fastly which only made his limp buckle under his weight again. He cursed under his breath.You kneeled down beside him and gripped his arm and a hand around his waist. "Shuck newt. What are you doing..."

"I'm fine. I'm fi-" he struggled to get up again with the few strength he had left.

You pulled him down against you by the waist again. "Stop it." There was a plea in your voice. "Stop it newt. You're hurting yourself."

He still struggled against your hold. "Let go. There is nothing...wrong" his voice cracked.

You didn't let him go. He turned his head away from you as a tear rolled down his cheek and he started to shake slightly.

Everything hurt him. His body. His mind. Only your soft touch gave him comfort.

"Shh." You turned his head to you gently. He didn't meet your eye but you could see in them the pain he was in. You wiped the tear away with your thumb.

"Come on. I'll take care of you." You stroked a dirty strand of hair out of his face and helped him stand up. A lot of his weight leaned on you as you led him into the med-hut. Clint looked up startled when he saw you carry a half limp newt in.

"Out." You ordered him but added a thankful smile.

Clint nodded with a glance at newt and scrambled out of the hut. Newt let himself fall down onto a bed. You took a blanket and tucked him into it, started to boil water on the fire and pushed another pillow under his head.

"I will be right back. Don't go anywhere." Newt watched how you gave him a sweet smile and made your way outside again.You came back with a bowl of food and a bottle of water, shut the door to the med-hut to build as much privacy as possible.

You sat yourself down on the side of his bed and showed him your loot. "What do you want?" A loving smile thrown his way.

"Carrot" he cracked out.

You put the rest of the food aside and handed him the carrot. He moved up to rest his back against the wall and hesitantely began to eat the carrot under your careful watch. The silence engulfed the room for a while only the cracks of the carrot being heard.

You made a heating pad with the boiling water meanwhile and pulled the leg of newts trousers up to gently lay the warm pad onto his throbbing knee.

You did what you always did. Care for him. Take care of him. He had missed this terribly. But he hadn't forgotten what had happened.

He looked at you a long moment. Watched your every move. He felt like he hadn't been able to look at you proberly for way too long. "Do you-" he swallowed. "Do you like my voice too?" His voice was timid. He wasn't sure why he chose that detail to ask.

"What?" You ask perplexed and looked up at his face.

"Nevermind" his voice was still raw.

"Of course I like your voice. How do you come to that question?"

Newt didn't know how to answer that question so he stayed silent.

You sighed and slid nearer to him on the bed. "Newt what's wrong? Please tell me. You are in a horrible condition. I'm worried. Everyone is worried."

"I- heard you. The other day. Talking about minho. You should give him a go if you feel that way about him."

You blinked. To you his talk was making none sense at all.

"but uh-" he swallowed. "Can I still come to you if you...?"

You frowned. "I'm not sure what you're talking about newt. Of course you can come to me. Always. You know that. But what has this to do with minho-?" The words now registered completely in your brain. "You think I was talking about Minho?"

Newt looked away painfully. "Yes I suppose it was obvious for a while..."

You shook your head in realisation. "Newt."

His eyes snapped up to yours. "I wasn't talking about minho. I was talking about you."

Newt thought he hadn't heard right. "W-what?"

"Yes. I mean minho is great. I love him too. But he's not you."

"You like all that about...me ?"

"Of course. You are...amazing." You laughed quietly.

Newt was speechless.

Your heart was beating a lot more faster than normally but you tried to ignore it. Taking a deep breath. "May I...lay with you?" You whispered.

He never wanted- needed anything more. But his brain was in freeze and he could only nod his head.

You cautiously layed down next to him and crawled your body under the blanket too. You were very clode to eachother. You could feel the presence of his body next to you. He felt himself relax in the presense of your body next to him. Your small breath tickling his cheek.

You decided to let your instincts take over and slid your hand around his waist gingerly. Newts body tensed up and he sucked in a small breath at the sudden contact.

"Thank you." He breathed out. His body relaxing again.

"For what?" You whispered.

"Loving me. Pulling me out. Caring for me. Without you I'd probably would have taken another go at that jump long ago." His self humor shone through.

You smiled but lightly squeezed him. "Don't joke about that. I'm glad you feel that way. Thank you too."

"For what?" He retorted my own question back.

"Being you. Looking out for me. I heard the boys were threatened by you?"

A blush formed on his cheeks. "Yeah they were saying disrespectful stuff and I can't let them wander around thinking they can try whatever they want with you."

You smiled. "Always holding the order up."

"It's my job." You looked at his big brown eyes.

"Please don't punish yourself like this again. Don't shut yourself off like this. I'm not sure why you're punishing yourself. You don't have to tell me. But I don't want you to do it. Please? At least talk to me."

"I'll try."

#newt x reader #newt tmr #newt maze runner #hurt/comfort #newt imagine #the maze runner #tmr #Clint x jeff

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thediaryofaurora · 1 year ago

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Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers

Sorry this took so long!! I’ve been contemplating writing one shots, but I feel like I should get the head canons out first. If any of you have any ideas for one shots (x readers, char x char, nsfw), my request box is open! I’ll get around to them as soon as possible. :)

- 5’11! Sleeper build and scrawny, but extremely strong upper arms. He’s not as fast as Kate and Brian, but he makes up for it with how long he can run. He never gets tired and can chase victims for hours. Lots of freckles, too!

- White with mostly German heritage. He doesn’t know very much German, just baseline stuff he learned from his mom. (Connie grew up in Germany until she was 15.)

- Medium brown hair and dark brown eyes. He’s pretty pale, but being outside most of the time he does have a slight tan, lots of freckles too.

- His dad was extremely abusive and would beat him, his mom, and his sister, it was rare for him to not be drunk. Toby killed him only a few hours after his father beat his mom to the point she was unconscious. He’d rather his mom lose both of her children and her abusive husband than endure so much pain, he cared about her more than anything. He didn’t want to sit idly by as he loses his sister and mother.

- His fingers are TORN up. Bites and picks at his nails, cuticles, dry knuckles, all of it. His fingertips and palms are also super calloused.

- Hangs out with Jeff and Ben most of the time. He’s closer to Ben and thinks Jeff’s a douche, but he puts up with him since sometimes the three of them have fun.

- He can be a jerk, but if you’re able to break past his shell he’s super sweet. He’s still sarcastic and snarky, but not necessarily mean. VERY smug.

- Had Jeff do a tattoo of Lyra’s birthday on his shoulder. It turned out surprisingly good. He was originally going to do her death date, but he felt like it was better to honor the time she was alive.

- Halloween junkie. He has a massive sweet tooth and loves autumn, so it’s the perfect day ever in his eyes.

- This guy DESTROYS in poker and blackjack. The few times his dad would spend time with him they’d play together. Even though he hated him, it meant a lot to him when he was little. Has the teeny tiniest gambling addiction, makes a bunch of bets with other residents of the mansion and usually wins.

- MIDWESTERN EMO BOY!!!! I will die on this hill. Music taste, clothing, all of it.

- His tics are pretty rare now that he’s older, but when he’s anxious they get bad.

- Exclusively wears comfortable clothes. Not because he gets uncomfortable, he could (and does) sleep in jeans and not be bothered. When he was younger he would always be forced to wear slacks, dress shoes, button ups, and ties for church or family gatherings. He HATED it.

- Him, Tim, and Brian are usually put on missions together. They’re all pretty compatible, and it’s nice to talk to just some regular ass dudes. Sometimes all three of them will go to run down diner’s if they finished their mission early, it’s the most normality any of them have in their lives.

- He and Tim bicker a LOT, but he secretly find comfort in it. He sees Tim as a protective older brother, rather than someone who just hates him. With how his dad treated him growing up, he thought all arguing was yelling and being aggressive, but Tim’s is more disagreement or annoyance.

- Almost knows how to play the acoustic guitar. He’s a quick learner, but he doesn’t have a crazy strong desire to get better at it.

- Pretty much always wears a big bandaid over his cheek gash. He’s not necessarily insecure about it unless he has a crush on someone, but it’s hard to eat or drink when it’s just open.

- He’s actually not to bad at soccer! Sometimes when it’s nice out him and Cody find a ball and play.

- Anywho, I’m in love with him.

Feedback and requests are welcome! Thank you for reading. :)

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#creepypasta #headcanon #hcs #headcanons #slender mansion #slenderverse #ticci toby #hoodie marble hornets #masky marble hornets #slender proxy #toby rogers #tobias rogers #tobias erin rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby hc #ben drowned #jeff the killer #ticci toby x reader

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rogueddie · 2 years ago

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Runner / End Of Beginning

Steve has never seen his father as upset, as furious, as he was when he got home with his final exam results. He'd known- suspected- that his father would flip when his results came in...

His father got angry at small things. Hearing that he'd had a party while they were away, that a girl went missing at that party, had been the closest Steve thought he'd ever get to recieving a beating.

But when he came home with his grades... when his father realized that his son, his supposed prodigy, barely passed...

Steve has never ran as fast as he currently is.

As soon as he'd seen an openning, a clear line to the door, he'd stumbled to his feet and bolted. He'd picked a random direction and ran. He isn't going to stop running until he physically has to stop, knowing that his father is most likely in his car, trying to find him.

He can't stop. He has to keep running.

Eventually, he has to pause. He has to catch his breath.

He leans against a trailer, panting. He prays that no one thinks to look outside and spot him. He prays that no one will-

"Harrington?"

"Fuck." He hisses, squinting up at- "Munson?"

"What the fuck happened to you?" He says, eyes widenning when he finally gets a look at his face. "Second round with Hargrove, or what?"

"Nothing happened, I'm fine."

Munson eyes him for a moment, frowning. "Is someone after you?"

"What do you care?" Steve heaves a deep breath, forcing himself to stand up straight. He brings his knees up in a few knee highs, gearing up for another sprint.

"Ugh. Just- you can come into my trailer," Munson says, sounding as though Steve is forcing him to make the suggestion. "No one would think to look for you there. You can, like... I don't know. Drink some water? You jocks do that, right?"

"Wh- I don't need your help!"

"I'm not waiting for you all day, come on, let's go!" He makes a wide, exaggerated gesture for Steve to follow.

"You just assume I'm gonna follow?"

"Yeah."

He sounds so confident, so sure, that Steve can't think to do anything other thank blink and say, "fuck it, yeah, alright."

Steve is a little surprised at how much space Eddies trailer has. It's cramped, but in a nice way- the way a home gets when people actually live in it. When the people inside are actually happy and chase those joys.

Munson does get him a glass of water, mumbling at him to "sit anywhere", before flopping onto the sofa himself. He turns the TV on, focusing on that.

"Thanks," Steve eventually mutters, awkwardly sitting down.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about."

"Sure."

"There isn't," he insists, despite how casual and accepting Munson is acting. "It's my fault, anyway. I deserved it."

"Did you?" Munson turns to him, eyebrow raised. "All us freaks and losers can talk about these days is your change of heart. King of Hawkins High turned lame boytoy."

"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better," Steve sneers.

"Even Jeff thinks you're alright now," he barrels on. "Said he bumped into you, pretty hard, knocked all your shit down, and you apologized. Said his coffee ended up on an essay, or something. Thought he was about to get his ass kicked and you just..."

He waves his hand at him, as though that's explination enough.

Steve doesn't know a Jeff, but he's pretty sure he knows who Munson is talking about, and; "I wasn't looking where I was going. If anything, we were both at fault."

"See?" Munson waves his hand at him again, a little more pointed. "Don't doubt you've got a long way to go, but you're not half-bad. You didn't deserve whatever the fuck happened to your face."

"Whatever."

They fall quiet, both pretending to watch whatever is on the TV. Steve is so zoned out that, when someone clears their throat, he flinchs.

"Sorry to startle you boys," the man chuckles. But the humor quickly teeters out, once he gets a good look at Steve. "You alright, kid?"

"I'm fine."

"He's not," Munson grins wide when Steve glares at him.

"Staying the night?" The man continues, only looking at Eddie now.

"If I can convince him," Munson shrugs.

"I can't stay the night," Steve tries.

"Good," the man nods, as though Steve hadn't said anything. "I'll start making us all some dinner." He finally looks to Steve. "You got any allergies?"

"I can't stay," Steve tries again, insisting.

"No," Munson answers for him. "No problems with meat either."

The man gives Munson a thumbs up, heading through to the kitchen.

"I can't stay," Steve repeats, turning to Munson. "Really. I have to go back or... I have to go back."

"What will happen if you don't go back?"

Steve grimaces. "Nothing. Just- I can't stay here."

"Why not? They gonna hit me too?"

"You know what, Munson? Yeah, probably. And your- your dad?"

"Uncle," Munson snorts, standing, stretching. "No one messes with us though. We're too scary." He wiggles his fingers in Steves face as he passes by. "And call me Eddie."

"Why?"

"It's my name."

Steve awkwardly follows him to the kitchen, hovering a good distance from the two of them, watch how they move around each other with so much comfort and ease. It makes something in Steves chest ache.

"Oh, hey, you like football right?" Eddie asks, pointing to him.

"Uh, yeah, kinda. Not enough to have, like, a team." Steve shrugs.

Wayne turns around slowly, eyebrows raised. "You don't got a team?"

Talking football with Wayne is so easy that, until he's halfway through the dinner he cooked, Steve doesn't notice how fast the time is going. He can't bring himself to be bothered though. It's too nice.

Plus, Eddie is almost bouncing with joy at how well Steve and Wayne are getting along.

Someone starts banging on the door, loud and aggressive, as they make their way to the kitchen.

"Alright!" Wayne calls, rolling his eyes. "Hold your horses."

Steves stomach drops when the door opens and his father is on the other side. He smiles at Steve, sickly sweet and dangerously calm.

"Oh, thank God," he sighs. "Steve, your mother and I have been looking all over for you. When you didn't get home-"

Wayne blocks his way when he tries to step inside. "Who are you?"

"Robert Harrington," Steves dad sniffs, leaning back so he can physically look down at Wayne. "I'm here for my son."

"He ain't here."

Robert Harrington splutters, face tinting red with anger and frustration. He points to Steve, voice raising as he says, "he's right there! And he's coming with me."

Wayne turns, slow and casual. "Huh. That's odd. Don't see him."

"Steve," he snaps his fingers at Steve, like he's a dog. "Come on. We're going home."

Eddie shifts so he's standing slightly in front of him.

It's enough reassurance for him to finally snap back; "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Steven-"

"Get off my property," Wayne snaps.

His father glares at them, waiting, as though he expects them to back down. When he doesn't, he snarls; "this is kidnapping."

"He's 18," Eddie drawls.

Grumbling, he stomps off.

"Asshole," Wayne mutters. He shuts and locks the door, sliding on the chain too.

Steve has to sit down, with how much his legs are shaking.

"You alright?" Eddie asks, hesitantly sitting beside him.

"Yeah," Steve says. He's surprised to find he means it. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You can stay here, long as you need," Wayne offers. "You'll have to bunk with Eds though. Not a lot of room."

"Why can't he use the sofa when you're-"

"Nope," Wayne cuts him off. There's a glint of mischief in his eyes that has Steve squinting in suspicion. "And you'll need those cuts looking at. Eddie, why don't you go with him. Medkits in the bathroom."

Steve goes ahead when Eddie points the way to the bathroom.

Eddie tries to give Wayne a warning look but he's unbothered and, with Steves back turned, he gives Eddie an encouraging wink.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #decideweekprompt #tw abuse #tw child abuse #better late than never

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theamberparadise · 12 days ago

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I want to make a reaquest again, please ( if you don't mind )

Jeff the killer ( Why am I so obsessed with this guy? 😭) and ticci Toby ( because i love him ) x Jessica Rabbit s/o When they were on date Then there was someone catcalling their s/o ( separately) please

TICCI TOBY AND JEFF THE KILLER X JESSICA RABBIT-LIKE READER PART 2 | READER GETS CATCALLED!! (SFW)

SYPNOSIS; how would Jeff and Toby react to a Jessica Rabbit - like reader get catcalled while on a date?

TW; catcalling obv, curse words, brutal ways of murdering, drinking

A/N; does this count as a part two I hope this counts as a part two somebody tell me it's a part two

part 1

TICCI TOBY

The lights are dim. The plates are clicking. Jazz is playing.

You're at a high-end restaurant that Toby managed to reserve a seat at after bribing BEN to do some password magic on his computer.

He knew you and him didn't need to pay because BEN managed to make it appear that the reservation and meal was paid.

You were sitting in a cushy chair in front of a velvet covered table across from Toby. To look decent he snagged on a suit and covered his gash with a thick gauze that took over his face.

The date is… fruitful. At first he tried to be “fancy” by ordering oysters but the waiter quietly reminded him that you were in a steakhouse and oysters weren't even on the menu. Then, he spilled a glass of water off your table. Then accidentally called the waiter a “bitch” because of his tic, but fortunately the waiter just dismissed it.

But despite all that has happened, you're still enjoying the date since he was considerate enough to not mutilate all the other people here just to have the whole place to yourselves like he did last time at a run-down diner.

You both were sitting next to a big window. And so he wasn't doing a good job sitting still at multiple civilians who were passing by gawking at you.

Of course he understood why, a beautiful goddess like you would obviously gain stares from people.

He was holding your hand across the table, breathing a little too heavy for your liking while he talked about work and other shenanigans he rambled out too fast when a knock emanated from the window beside both of you.

You turn your head, flipping a chunk of your hair away to get a better view.

There, two teenagers were grinning at you, paying no attention to your date, who significantly gripped your hand tighter than before.

One of the teenagers cupped his mouth around the sides and pressed against the glass

“Yo, baby! You ever been with a real man?” his voice was muffled through the clear material.

You could practically hear Toby growl.

Your thumb circled the back of his hand, a silent way of coaxing him to stay I'm his seat and not do anything.

“Show me somethin’, sexy! Maybe I'll be the one to pay for your dinner!” Toby tensed. The last comment didn't sit with him well because of his masculinity being mocked.

You shake your head and try to look away, trying to continue your conversation with Toby but his chair is long gone.

Tears filled your eyes at the thought of him might have had enough and left you because you didn't do much to stop the teenagers outside your window.

You glance at the window once again, just to find nobody there. You cock an eyebrow, looking left and right through the cool pane.

Then, a huge splatter of blood shoots against the window, followed by muffled screaming coming from a male before the younger looking teenager’s body slammed on the glass, making a big thump.

The people behind you who were eating are obviously terrified, with a crowd already up from their seats and backing away into the wall, trying to get as far from the windows as possible.

However, Toby makes his final appearance through the window. His bare eyes which were usually hidden behind an orange tint, were now staring at the mortified customers like they’re next.

In Toby’s hand, a broken piece of wood which seems to be from the same chair he sat on. His suit, formerly in pristine and clean condition, now splattered in a disgustingly wet, dripping red.

Everyone’s screams filled the room. But the constant thumping of your heart? Enough to silence them off if ever it had a voice.

You curl up a faint smile before he trudges inside the door again, earning gasps and half-finished screams from the crowd of servers and customers as he snaps his fingers to get your (very frozen) waiter.

“I wa-want a take out b-box,” he mutters. The waiter gains sonic speed as he scrambles around, bringing back a stack of folded glossy paper boxes for food.

Without a word, Toby grabs the boxes with twitching hands, the faint sound of somebody calling 911 speeding him up, filling the boxes with A-grade wagyu steak like greasy non-authentic chinese food.

Toby grabs your arm tenderly, like a calm in the midst of chaos with haphazardly-packed food in his hand before he hushes you to his car and speeding off, the constant wailing of the sirens not fazing him.

As soon as Toby hears or sees a threat– especially when on a special day with his beloved elegant vixen, he doesn’t spare an ounce of empathy or critical thinking.

Because he’s spent so many years being rejected by pretty girls, there is absolutely no way he’s letting a bum steal what he was deprived of all these years.

Even though he’s a bum himself, Toby knew there was something you see in him, and he isn’t about to waste that something on anybody.

Toby has spent so much time making sure he was on par with you. Fancy ties his father used to wear, itchy polo shirts that make his skin twitch, tight dress pants that make him look like a looney. He’s even picked up on etiquette habits, like holding a wine glass properly, learning seven types of forks…

So if he notices that someone is trying to coax you to give them your attention, he immediately sees it as a challenge and that person is now a huge threat to him.

And threats, like what he’s been taught all his years as a proxy, are immediately eliminated.

There’s not a moment that he doesn’t enjoy it though. He sees it as a way to prove that he’s not spineless, not something to underestimate and disregard.

And if it’s in front of people? He’s showing off.

Look at me I just beheaded a twinky little fuck who tried to steal my hot ass girlfriend!! Look!!! - his mentality

Toby wouldn’t drag you into the bloodshed though, he’d hate for your look to be ruined because of him:(

But when he does get a splatter of blood on you, he legit stops midway into beating the guy into a bloody pulp to pull out a hankie from his pocket and frantically try to wipe the stain away before going back and finishing the business.

“Oh, n-no baby I’m s-so sorry… here, l-let me c-clean it up for yo-you.”

And when the job is done and the guy is at least hung on a post somewhere to prove a point, he proceeds to take you on the most romantic car ride you have ever been in or the most mundane and cuddly walk of your life. You honestly don’t know what’s up with that, maybe it’s because you’re fucked up in the head too or he’s just magical like that.

Toby does ask many questions after, though. He needs assurance that it’s only him you want and that you’d never be freaked out at such a freak like him. And when those words spill from your lipstick-coated lips with those sleepy eyes he loves so much? He’s shivering and rests his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

If you tell him it's okay and that you're there to comfort him while scratching at his scalp, he's already contemplating on killing 500 more people for you.

He barely even lets you look someone else’s way, why would he let anyone invade yours?

JEFF THE KILLER

The clean taste of vodka washes over your tongue while your eyes seem to dim under the yellow bar lights.

Jeffrey was crudely telling you a plethora of fucked-up jokes about how his recent victims look like when he was “done” with them. You laugh at him, not at his jokes, but at how stupidly beamed up his eerily pale face is. He suggested getting a drink at a bar he and Habit usually go to and calling it a date. You agree, since you were quite bored and was in a mood to play hard-to-get with him.

The scene was quite noisy. Drunk, underpaid construction workers clinking their overflowing mugs of beer. The cranky bartender slamming down overly-sweet drinks. Shitty country music blaring over the broken speakers.

It was a perfect killing night for you. Desperate, incel men with families needing to get their dick stepped on, bastards salivating behind your back, and in the far left corner, muggers who think unassuming girls are the best targets.

You continue to entertain Jeff, who was now on the topic of him mutilating his victims in about twenty ways; when the bar entrance door swings open and rings the bell overhead, producing a broken jingle followed by a long whistle and a hackle of guffaws.

You turn, the red, shiny dress on your body twinkling in the light with your hair cascading down. Your eyes surveyed the scene and saw what looks to be a small-time mobster with a few of his minions. Maybe four, maybe five. Jeff knew what was going on, and he also knew what was about to happen and was ready to pounce.

The mobster leader fished out his phone, flipping it up like a treat he was feeding to a stray.

“Nice dress, sugar! You look good in red.” he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue brushing over his beard was enough to make you grimace. “You oughta just leave this freak here and stay with me tonight,” before you could say no, Jeff stands up, ripping the surgical mask off his face and stepping up to the greasy man.

“Watch it,” he growls, “This is my toy.” you grinch at the nickname before a flash of silver catches your eye. It was already long after Jeff had pulled out his knife from his pocket. A smirk tugs on your cheeks.

“Aw,” the mobster chuckled. “Little joker wannabe here wants a bit of trouble.” he looks up, his gleaming eyes settling on you, giving you a disgusting wink. “Say, whaddabout I kick this bitch of a date of yours and we kick it off at my pla–” he was interrupted by Jeff stuffing his blade upside the mobster’s guts before he cruelly yanks it out, raising a hand to grip his greasy hair and bang the leader’s head repeatedly on the corner of the bar table.

By the time Jeff was done the mobster was laying lifeless on the floor, shards of his bloody skull littering the bloody puddle.

And when you look back at where his minions were standing, the entrance sits empty. The rest of the crowd either also left via the backdoor or weren’t looking at all. Some even had their wallets spread out on their tables, giving up whatever they might be mugged for.

Jeff turns to you once again. He lifts your hand up with his cold fingers, then leaning down to press a kiss right on your knuckles.

He then notices the stains on your stockings, feeling proud of what he did.

“He wasn’t wrong. Y’always look good in red, baby.”

Contrary to Toby, Jeff likes it when you end up as an affected factor of his mess. Seeing you covered in the blood he spilled boosts his ego in the wrong, twisted ways.

Jeff actually prefers to do the killing in private, then stay hidden in the scene with you, watching the horror on somebody’s face upon discovering the body, giggling at how they scramble to call the police on their phone.

However he does try to blare it out as much as possible. Jeff is chaotic, it’s the reason why he’s on so many news articles. So he tries to make the scene as brutal as possible so it’s worthy enough to appear on the front page.

He then cuts out the column and slips it under your door a week later after the incident, with a note scribbled on the back with red messy ink, saying “You always wanted a love letter, right? Well, surprise! - Jeff” (he thinks it’s better than ACTUAL love letters)

Jeff likes outwardly kissing you in front of the crowd if there ever was one during his kill. It’s his way of saying “this is who I killed for and if you try some shit like that as well you’re fucked”. He does it with his eyes open, side-eyeing them while he does it.

He hates when people steal something that’s his. He practically got everything ripped away from him before he went crazy. His ego, his dignity, his family. Once Jeff has something he values once again and especially as somebody as pretty as you? He’s building a barbed wire of warning before he lets go of himself.

And when the cops arrive, he takes your heels and your hand while you both run to his truck, then drives you to a run-down gas station so you two could “really relax”. Even though he was the one who ruined the peace in the first place.

Thing is, once Jeff hears something even remotely perverted and directed towards you he comes stomping over and tells the person to “back the fuck off” and then comes crawling back like a dog.

He actually believes he’s just as jaw-dropping as you are. So when somebody tries to disturb the “dynamic” he claims you two have, he's extremely offended.

Jeff doesn’t ask questions like Toby does because he’s such an egotistical asshole that he expects you to thank him for causing the intended murder.

But when you scold him for it? He’ll start thinking that you actually wanted the guy and starts listing off on why you shouldn’t feel bad for him when you really don’t.

He’s all for staring, hell he can stare at you for hours without saying anything– but when another person does it to you suddenly he’s wondering why they’re doing that and interrogates them immediately.

Same with touching. He’s willing to grope your ass in public but when somebody even slightly comments on your ass he’s on theirs.

You tell him "thank you" with that creamy voice of yours while tracing his slits? He will lick your heels.

When you don’t notice the penetrator trying to hit on you Jeff sends them a glare and flashes his knife before grinning inhumanely wide. So far, that’s the best technique he’s used, but for the stubborn ones?

He already knows what to do with them. And for you? A nice, cushy seat with front row view of his performance.

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 8 months ago

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Needed A Release- Johnny Knoxville

summary: you do a “stunt” involving a sex toy which is controlled by johnny. at the end of the day, you need a release.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut, dirty talk (?) & not proof read

a/n: this feels a bit rough but enjoy 🤒

“there is no fucking way.”

“oh come on, y/n, please!” jeff begged, holding the device in his hand.

“no! i’m not gonna shove a fucking vibrator up my pussy for a stupid show!”

“you do that every night, why is this different?” bam joked.

i turned to him and punched his arm, causing him to yelp out and grab it.

“i’ll pay you fifty bucks.” johnny said.

“dude what?” ryan laughs at johnny’s eagerness.

“what? this’ll be good for the show!” he defended himself.

i sigh as i think over his words, stomach turning as i lean towards yes.

“okay you know what, fine. i’ll do it for fifty.” i shook my head.

the guys cheered at my response, jeff handing me the vibrator.

“we’re doing it tomorrow.” he gave me a sly smile.

“great.” i mumble.

~fast forward to tomorrow~

i walk inside the place, being greeted by a smirking bam.

“hey, y/n/n, how you feeling?” johnny asked, laughing his dumb laugh.

“fuck off, knoxville.” i mumble, heading towards the snacks.

“good afternoon, y/n! you all ready?” jeff says very cheerily.

“ready? i just got here.”

“we’re about to start soon.”

i sigh at his words and go to the bathroom. i kept telling myself that i’m doing it for the money and money only. i take off my pants, getting into a position to easily put the vibrator inside. i softy moan at the feeling, butterflies in my stomach. i shake it off and stood back up, fixing myself up and leaving the bathroom. i ran into johnny and bam who were standing right near the door.

“jesus christ, you guys are pervs.” i scoff.

“you excited?” bam says, emphasizing ‘excited’.

i ignore him and eat my chips before we had to leave.

~fast forward to the van~

“okay, so y/n you’re gonna go inside and ask questions and randomly here and there you’ll feel it turn on.” jeff explains.

“just any questions?”

“questions relating to the product, yeah.”

“and who’s having the remote?”

“we can’t tell you.”

“why?”

“for their protection.” he laughs.

i fake laugh back as i climb out the van, walking up to the store. it’s a beautiful flower store, the fragrance inside was just heavenly.

“hello there! how can i help you today?” the lady at the counter greets me.

“hello! i’m just looking for some flowers for my husband, he loves flowers and it’s our anniversary.”

“oh how sweet, we usually have the husbands buying flowers for the wives! what flowers does he like?”

“hmmm, he loves-“ i cut myself off with a quiet yelp, the vibrator turning off.

“are you okay, ma’am?”

“yes! yes i’m sorry i just accidentally hit my knee.” i lie, gripping the counter as it continues.

“well, we have these beautiful roses. simple yet very romantic.”

i lean into the flowers and smell them, smiling at how good it is. suddenly the vibrator turned on again, making me groan out loud. i quickly cover it up by groaning again, pulling away with a weak smile.

“sorry i just absolutely love roses! they’re my favorite.” i nervously chuckle.

“no worries hun, i love roses too!” she sweetly laughs.

i feel the vibration level go up one, my face contorting with pleasure. luckily the woman was leading me to another set of flowers, looking away. i had a mic and mini camera on me so i grabbed the mic and brought it up to my lips.

“you guys are bastards.”

“i’m sorry?” the woman asked.

“oh i said do you guys sell baskets?”

“like flower baskets?”

“just regular ones, i noticed i saw some on the display in the window.”

“oh yes, what a great eye! we do sell baskets, they’re $7.”

“sounds great! i’ll take one, my husband and i were planning on having a picnic date.” i ball my hand into a fist, trying so hard to not moan.

“of course, daring! let me go get one in the back.”

i watch her as she leaves behind a door. i let out a low moan once i feel like she’s too far. i whimper and throw my head down, squeezing my eyes shut.

“you okay in there?” i hear johnny laugh in my ear.

“fuck off.” i mutter.

i hear the door open again and i whip my head up, putting on a normal demeanor.

“here you go, honey. did you figure out what flowers you’d want?”

“i think i’ll go with those beautiful roses, they smell wonderful.”

the vibrator has been on this entire time, slightly increasing in power each minute. i took a deep breath to relax myself, tears pricking my eyes at the immense pleasure.

“anything else darling?”

“nope, that’s all i need.” i smile softly.

i actually buy the items, loving roses myself. i gave her the cash, hands shaking as i do so.

“you sure you’re alright honey?”

“yes, i’m just cold.”

“it’s summer.”

“yeah, my body heat is very weird.” i laugh awkwardly.

she chuckled back, handing me my change.

“thank you so much, hope you have a wonderful day hun.” the woman smiled.

“of course! you too-“ i cut myself off with a whine as the max setting was on.

my knees buckled at the feeling as my eyes slightly roll into the back of my head.

“i’m sorry, i feel very ill. have a good day.” i quickly say before rushing out the door.

i was panting while resting my hands on my knees, trying so hard not to moan. i hear the guys laughing in my ears as i struggle.

“look at you, getting off by a vibrator in public.” johnny whispers into the mic.

hearing those words leave his mouth made me lose it, cumming on the spot. i slap a hand over my mouth as i moan, falling to my knees. the guys hollered at the sight of me, faces probably changing red at how hard they’re laughing. i felt so embarrassed, ready to go home. i shakily stand up, the vibrator still on.

“someone go help her.” jeff said, still laughing.

johnny climbs out of the van, face red from laughing. i look at him with a glare, so angry he said those words.

“you look like a mess, y/n. you still feeling “unwell”?” he laughs his obnoxious laugh.

he put his hand out and i refuse to take it, reaching for the remote instead. i turn the device off and shove the remote in my pocket.

“you fucking had it the whole time?!” i raised my voice.

“yup.” he giggled.

i sighed angrily and walked off, knees still weak. i open the van door to see all the guys still laughing, making me even more pissed off.

“any bees in there? i heard a lot of buzzing.” bam joked.

i punched his arm and climbed into the back.

“can we please go? i want to get this thing out of me.” i mumble.

~fast forward~

i rush inside the bathroom, pulling my pants off and taking this fucking thing out. i throw it into the sink, grabbing some toilet paper to clean me up. i hear someone knock on the door, i yell for them to come in. i was presentable but my knees were still shaky.

“how’s it going in here?” johnny asks, peeking his head in.

“man fuck you.” i spat.

“what? what did i do.”

“you fucking had it on the whole time! and y-you said that shit!”

“what shit?” he smirked.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about..”

“what are you gonna do about it?”

i huff and stomp over to the door, locking it. johnny watches my every move, eyes dilated. i grab my shirt and swiftly take it off, throwing it on the hook for bags. i then walk over to him and harshly connect our lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth for dominance. he moaned into my mouth, strong hands holding my hips. he grabs one of my legs, wrapping it around his slutty waist. i grind against him, becoming wet again. i grab onto his hair, pulling his head back to kiss his neck.

“you’ve been flirting with me ever since i joined the crew. and of fucking course you take control of the remote. you wished it was you inside me, huh. you fucking pervert.” i spat into his ear.

i felt him get hard into me, smirking against his ear.

“look who’s getting off with dirty words?” i laugh.

“i fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“highly doubt that.”

he turns me around and shoves me onto the sink.

“you’re gonna watch yourself as i fuck you. got it?”

“yes..” i moan out.

he didn’t waste time to pull my pants down, my underwear wet. his hands ran across my ass, squeezing it. the vibrator in the sink caught his eye, immediately grabbing it without thinking twice. i look at him through the mirror as he turns it on, lowering it back to where it was. it vibrated against me, a loud sigh leaving my lips. i dropped my head down and moaned but his free hands grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back up. he was focused on what he was doing, rubbing the vibrator up and down my folds. i wiggle my ass to try and get my friction, causing him to laugh at my neediness.

“you’ve been secretly wanting me, huh. all those fake ass shut downs, all those lies so i wouldn’t get into your pants. but you want me so bad, i bet you dream of me of me fucking you so hard…don’t you…”

“fuck…” i cry out.

he muttered something before shutting off the toy and throwing it back into the sink. i heard his undo his belt and shove down his pants. i couldn’t see him from the angle was at behind me, but i bet he was big.

“jeff’s gonna be lookin’ for me.”

“so go fast then.”

he chuckled at my words before slamming into me. i let out a loud moan, feeling him fill me up. he stretched me out perfect, fitting like a puzzle. i was still slightly sensitive from earlier so my senses were at an all time high. tears pricked my eyes already, my knees trembled at his pace and my knuckles turned white from my grip. he held on hand on my waist as he fucked me while the other held my hair, pulling my head back to watch him fuck me. his head was thrown back, brown hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.

“look at you…so fucked out from this.” i dryly laughed, trying to talk as he thrusted.

he opened his eyes and looked at me, lust blown pupils.

“i bet you fucking planned this. you told jeff all about this prank.”

“don’t fucking act like you weren’t thinking of me while that shit was on. wishing it was my cock inside of you, like right now.”

we talked out of breath, stuttering our words.

“i needed a release. asshole. you made me cum.” i moan out.

“at my words. remember?” he laughed in a teasingly manner.

“fuck you.” i spat out.

i was too focused on johnny’s words and face, not noticing how quick my orgasm was coming. johnny noticed though, noticed how my body moved and wriggled under his touch. he smirked as he saw my face contort with pleasure. i let out a long string of moans as i came around him, shoving myself against the sink. he waited until i was done before pulling out, not caring about his own release. i collapsed against my sink, using a lot of my upper body strength to hold me up. i felt johnny’s fingers run up my slit and collect my juices, sticking them into his mouth to taste me.

“so good.” he mumbled.

i roll my eyes at his action, pushing myself off the sink. i pulled up my pants and buttoned them back up. i smoothed my hair out and fixed up my face. johnny watched me as i did so, genuinely smiling.

“stop staring, weirdo.”

“maybe i’ll take a pic, it would last longer.”

“back to flirting, knoxville? you were just inside of me like 3 minutes ago.” i laugh, turning around.

“maybe i can be inside you more often.” he slyly said, pulling me close to him from the waist.

“buy me dinner first.”

“tomorrow at 8?”

i was taken aback from his words, surprised he actually asked.

“seriously?”

“dead. i haven’t been flirting all this time for nothing.” he laughs.

“okay then, tomorrow at 8.” i smile.

“perfect. now i gotta go.” he quickly leaned down and left a kiss on my lips.

i know we already kissed before this but it felt like the first time. i blushed harshly as he left the bathroom, surprisingly not to a bunch of idiots standing outside listening.

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fxckingjo · 2 days ago

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊

supe!reader/soldier boy

title from 'i want someone badly' by jeff buckley

in which soldier boy discovers he's the only one immune to your lethal touch.

You don't know how this happened.

One minute, Butcher was ranting about the latest mission gone wrong, intercepted by some "Vought cunts" or whatever. You were only half-listening, which was probably your first mistake, but focusing on controlling your powers is half the battle from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. You're an unstable wildcard, but because of your... unique skillset, Billy Butcher decided you're more valuable alive than dead.

"We've got a new weapon to take that Homelander fuck right off the board—"

All it took was that one statement to bring him out of the backroom, white powder dribbling from his nose, blunt tucked behind his ear. You hear his thoughts before you see him, and the sound of his voice, gruff and loud and so, so very masculine, sends a chill down your spine. You wonder if he sounds the same out loud as he does in his mind.

Gonna kill the british one first, the prick. I ain't nobody's soldier—

Nice ass, sweetheart.

Who the hell is she?

"Soldier Boy, back from the dead."

Soldier Boy? You know Soldier Boy because of his memorial, or his reputation as a very dead American hero. This man is very much alive, and he's standing way too close to you.

There's a rule, you see, to surviving your abilities. Don't touch. Never, ever touch. Skin to skin turns optional telepathy into a mind-melting deep dive. When someone touches you, you drown inside their thoughts, and the harder they hold, the quicker you sink.

Until their brain goes...

Well, let's just say Victoria Neuman isn't the only supe who can blow people's heads up.

The difference is she can control it. You, on the other hand? Long sleeves and gloves for days. Using clothes to build a psychic wall. There's a reason Vought had you on lockdown before Starlight and Butcher got you free.

"Who's the babe?" Soldier Boy asks, lighting his blunt. A puff of marijuana wafts into your face. You cough.

You tell him your name, nose scrunched with disgust.

"Your new sidekick," Butcher informs him calmly. "The pair of you are the two most dangerous supes on the street, which means we'll be keeping you together until we can ice the caped cunt."

You protest first. "I'm not a goddamn sidekick!"

Soldier Boy adds, "And I sure as shit don't work for you."

The protests don't matter. The simple fact is that Butcher has enough on both of you to make this a matter of a vested interest, so you swallow your anger and pride down deep and face the music.

Then it happens.

You're sitting at the table cleaning your gun, because the monotony of taking it apart and scrubbing it inch by inch helps you feel grounded. Safe if Vought comes knocking. No gloves, because it's the only way to get in all the nooks and crannies.

Soldier Boy watches, and then he makes one, earth-shattering move. "You're doing that wrong, doll. Here—"

He grabs your hand.

Time stands still.

You jerk your arm free, dropping the piece of the gun and polish onto the table. You pull your gloves on as fast as you can, shocked, desperately looking at him. "Why would you do that?!"

Soldier Boy frowns, his eyebrows raised high above his emerald eyes. "Sorry, dollface. Didn't know you were so touchy."

"It's not touchy!"

Butcher's jaw is wound tight, but surprise flits through his internal monologue. "That's not bloody possible."

"Can someone speak fuckin English? The hell is goin on?" Soldier Boy demands. "Someone start fucking talking."

Hughie blinks a few times. "She... Well..."

"Spit it out!"

"People can't touch me!" you exclaim. "It's hard to explain but—"

Butcher answers for you. "Any cunt without the sense to back off her gets his gourd popped like a party balloon."

"So what? No one can touch you? Ever?"

You shake your head. "They tested it a thousand times. Vought. Supes they didn't like, staff they wanted to dispose of. Every single time, I'd get sucked in and then..."

Butcher snaps his fingers. The asshole.

"Nothing happened when I touched you," Soldier Boy remarks.

"Maybe it wasn't long enough?" Hughie supposes.

Soldier Boy grabs your arm again. Firm enough to keep you from moving, but not hard enough to hurt you. His fingers push up your sleeve, wrapping around your bare wrist. A second passes. Then another. You can hear his thoughts if you focus, but you're not sinking. You're not getting lost. He's not screaming in pain.

You can't speak. Can't form words. The room is silent, watching in horror as the scene unfolds.

"Fuck," he says, finally letting go. "This could come in handy one day."

"Don't do that again!" you snap, finding your voice.

Soldier Boy leans in, real close. "Next time, doll, you'll be begging me to touch you."

#this might be shit but it was in my head for a hot min #came up with this idea in the shower #fxckingjo is out of her cage and writing fic #soldier boy/reader #soldier boy x reader #the boys x reader #jensen fucking ackles #supe!reader #reader insert

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chenouttachen · 2 months ago

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it's time for me to sink my teeth into our first brotherly bonding session of season two (in episode one no less!)

firstly, it's equal parts heart warming and breaking to know that whilst jeff has opened himself up to alan and their relationship, the first person he goes to with problems is still charlie. after everything they've been through and the connections they've made, jeff still heralds his brother as his home base. (and yes, i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about jeff not wanting to tell alan about everything, but we're parking that to focus on my favourite adoptive/traumatised brothers).

from the get-go it's clear that jeff and charlie have both come a long way since last season. charlie has established himself in his post-s1 life so comfortably that he doesn't even think to be worried. he's vocal about his desire to stay with babe and be there for him, but aware enough that he doesn't shoot jeff down completely. jeff is far more confident too. last season when discussing their powers and plans, he was all-too willing to let charlie's word be final, to go along with his brother's plans. he also would have taken a step back when charlie didn't immediately latch onto the conversation - he would have agreed to drop it and continued to deal with the issue on his own. here, he's able to assert himself and get charlie's attention.

that doesn't mean jeff isn't anxious though, because he is. it's coming off him in waves. he makes a show of ensuring no one can overhear them, and it's enough to raise alarm bells for charlie. at first it's a little annoyance, wanting to move back to babe as fast as possible, but when he really sees jeff's hesitance, his protective nature starts to kick in. he still wants to be the person jeff comes to.

jeff doesn't beat around the bush - he knows something's up and he's scared. charlie wants to take it in stride; he's a little taken aback at first, but tries to minimise the damage. he doesn't want to undermine jeff, but he's hesitant to jump to conclusions. life's only just got back on track for them all and although he knows that jeff wouldn't come to him if it wasn't important, part of him just wants to believe that his brother is catastrophising.

jeff makes it clear that no, he's not leaping to the worst-case scenario. he's waited it out, he's thought about it, and he's come to the conclusion that something is really wrong and he needs to tell charlie about it. he's always been uncomfortable talking about himself, and he's never been one to mince his words, and he needs his brother to understand that this is serious. charlie is leading the charge in weird power world, and if anyone can help jeff, it's him. and you can see the moment that it sinks in for charlie, that his little brother is in trouble. he's not panicking, or overstepping, but there's a tension to him that we haven't seen all episode.

charlie wants to help, and, as usual, wants to put people at ease. so he focuses on what he knows. there is help coming to the lab, they're making progress with the drug, and he wants to comfort jeff in this knowledge.

but jeff has another bomb to drop, because it's not just that the drug isn't working and that things are changing. it's the uncertainty of it all. he's always had full confidence in his powers, always known them to be brutal, reliable and inescapable. but what he's been seeing and experiencing, doesn't add up and he doesn't feel like he can trust himself any longer.

and this is the kicker. this is probably the driving factor in jeff not wanting to talk to alan about what's happening. not only does he not want alan to worry about him (because yeah, the nosebleeds and new visions are scary), but he doesn't want to hurt the pack. charlie is the only other person in this delightfully fucked up little family who doesn't have that long, complicated connection to way. jeff knows just how insane it sounds to have seen way, and his little pause before he tells charlie only proves how conflicted he feels. he needs charlie to believe him, to make him understand that something is so very very wrong with him and his powers. but he's scared of the implications. either his visions are showing him something that isn't real and he can no longer trust himself or his body, or it is real and someone his loved ones loved his back, but he doesn't know how or why. and he can't tell alan or anyone else until he knows because he doesn't want to hurt them. and charlie is shocked, but it's not disbelief. it's the understanding that they're on the precipice of something big.

and it puts as right back at the beginning of season 1: charlie and jeff against the world, brought together by a vision that threatens their fragile peace.

#did i proof read this? no #but as per my brand i have a lot to say about charlie and jeff #please be prepared for more of this as we go through it this season #they're just so deeply important to me #and their choices make such delicious sense to me #pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe 2 #pit babe season 2 #charlie pit babe #jeff pit babe

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rainrot4me · 4 days ago

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Headcanons of how the pastas would kill reader? Like they still love reader but orders

I know not everyone here is under Slender’s control, but for the sake of this little thingy imagine some higher power is forcing them to… or whatever you want lol

๑ Warning: Murder, weapons, death, talking to a corpse

── .✦

✦ . JEFF THE KILLER

Jeff is trembling the second Slender orders it. He tries to grin, to hold up the knife with the same wild confidence, but his hands won’t stay steady. He gets close enough to smell you, to see your tears, and he’s talking fast, nervously, trying to make sense of it.

“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, okay? Don’t. You know I— I can’t say no. I can’t say no, baby.”

He pulls you in, practically hugging you while the blade kisses your ribs, whispering how sorry he is, how much he wanted to keep you safe. Jeff’s kill is usually violent and showy, but for you, he makes it quiet. Fast. He covers your mouth with his hand, not to silence you, but to soothe you, voice shaking the whole time, telling you “go to sleep” like a final goodbye. He’ll bury you somewhere only he knows.

✦ . TICCI TOBY

Toby is a wreck. He paces, tears as his skin and clothing, tries to argue with Slender, tries to argue with himself, but there’s no escaping the command. He apologizes before even lifting his hatchet, tears running over his cheeks in silence.

“I’m s-so sorry, I’m ss-so, so sor-sorry. I swear I— I didn’t wa-want tt-this.”

He holds your face, touches your hair, kisses your forehead. Then he takes one precise swing, practically as easy as cracking his knuckles, because he refuses to let you suffer. Afterward he’ll stay with your body, rocking back and forth, pressing his hands over the wound like he can somehow fix it, repeating “I’m so-sorry” until his throat gives out.

✦ . EYELESS JACK

Jack is cold on the outside, but you’d see it in the way he stalls—every second of hesitation is a silent scream. He lays you down gently, like a doctor preparing a patient.

“Forgive me. I need you to forgive me.”

He’ll do it with the least amount of pain possible, working with almost a surgeon’s care, but you’d see his shoulders shaking. After you slip away, he closes your eyes, stitches you back together, trying to make you look peaceful. He’d keep a lock of your hair tucked away, a tiny relic of what he couldn’t protect.

✦ . MASKY (TIM WRIGHT)

Masky goes dead silent. No quips, no growling, just a low, haunted stare as he fights the urge to refuse. But Slender’s commands eat away at him, leave him no room to think his own thoughts. His brain is a loud bang and siren of command.

“Don’t make me do this. Please… don’t make me do this.”

He puts you against his chest and cradles you, one last soft moment before he presses the knife in. He does it from behind, so you don’t have to see his face. He’ll hold on tight, feeling your heartbeat stutter against his arms, refusing to let you fall. After, he’d drag himself outside and sob until he’s hoarse, clawing at the dirt and mud and ruining the hands that ruined you.

✦ . HOODIE (BRIAN THOMAS)

Hoodie’s hands physically shake as he loads the gun, wishing he could put it to his own head instead. He gives you one last chance to run, even if Slender is watching, even is his head is splitting and his limbs feel like mush as he moves.

“Look away. Please… just look away from me.”

He takes the shot quickly, with perfect aim to end it clean, but his knees buckle afterward, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer. He won’t let anyone else touch your body—he’d wrap you in a blanket, bury you with his own two hands, and visit the grave every chance he gets.

✦ . KATE THE CHASER

Kate is stiff, hyper-focused, her trauma responses screaming as she tries to stay obedient. Her voice breaks as she gives you an order to lie down, tears hot and relentless on her cheeks.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You know that. I… I have to.”

She’ll hold your hand through it, blade sure and unhesitating once she starts—trained, efficient, but completely shattered inside. Afterward, she’d hide away for days, refusing to speak, replaying the moment over and over until it breaks her.

✦ . BEN DROWNED

Ben tries to glitch out of it, tries to break free, but can’t. He’s sobbing, shaking, every pixel of his corrupted heart in agony. Every time he teleports away, he’s immediately snapped back right in front of you, held down by an unnatural pressure.

“I love you. Please, please, please— I’m sorry.”

He takes you under, a digital drowning—he glitches your senses until you simply fade, sparing you pain. You’d hear his cries echoing even after your mind goes dark. Later he’d code an entire secret shrine in your honor, hidden inside a ROM no one else can find.

✦ . CLOCKWORK

Natalie is silent, face blank, but her hands tremble. She tries to talk you through it like a nurse with a dying patient, stuttering and rambling on and on to try and buy you both some time.

“You’re… gonna feel a pinch, sweetheart. That’s all.”

She knocks you out first with the hilt of her knife, makes sure you won’t suffer. Then a quick stab of the serrated blade through your heart. She’d sob after, nearly vomiting, and carve your initials into her own thigh as a way to punish herself, never letting herself forget. You’re all she draws for a year, until she starts to forget your face.

✦ . LAUGHING JACK

Lj tries to joke, to keep it silly, but you’d see the cracks. Tears run through his face paint, dripping down his chin, ruining his makeup.

“Come on, sugar, let’s make it a game, yeah? Don’t be scared…”

He gives you a balloon, a final silly gift, before using one of his razor-sharp claws to end it. He’ll cradle you after, weeping, pressing your lifeless body against his chest, promising you he’ll never let anyone forget how sweet you were.

✦ . NINA THE KILLER

Nina is shaking violently, smearing her eyeliner, screaming at Slender in frustration before she even comes near you, clawing at her chest and pulling her hair. It’s reminiscent of a tantrum.

“No. No no no no. Please, I love them, don’t do this to me!”

When she has no choice, she’ll hug you tight, bury her face in your shoulder, and do it as gently as she can, a quick stab straight through the ribs. She cries against your body afterward, swearing she’ll find a way to see you again.

✦ . HOMICIDAL LIU

Liu is eerily quiet, resigned, voice trembling. He fists his hands into his pants and drags his nails across his skin, leaving himself disheveled and shaking.

“I love you more than anything. That’s why I’m making it fast.”

He’d embrace you, press a soft kiss to your temple, and slide the blade into your back, so you never see it coming. He holds you until the end, breathing your name like a final prayer, then goes catatonic for days after.

✦ . JANE EVERLASTING

Jane stands still for a long time, tears spilling over her cheeks, as she tries to reconcile orders with her heart. She tries to talk herself down, to convince everyone and herself that this isn’t the answer. There’s no point.

“They don’t own me. But… they own you.”

She gives you a gentle push to lie down, brushes your hair away, and slides the blade into you quickly, whispering “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” She’ll bury you somewhere beautiful, with fresh flowers every week.

✦ . X-VIRUS

Cody acts cold, but his face breaks right before he does it. He tries to hide his fear, his remorse, but you’ve always been able to see right through it all, so what’s the point. Maybe it’s a final act of defiance, trying to prove a point that things aren’t really changing.

“Don’t cry. Don’t… don’t do that, I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

He’d inject you with something to knock you out first, so you’d never feel the blade going in. Afterward, he’d keep your necklace, or a scrap of your clothes, and absolutely lose his mind in secret, breaking down in a way no one ever sees.

✦ . SLENDERMAN

Slender approaches you without emotion, but you can feel the anguish radiating off him like a pulsing heat. He holds you close, enveloping you in those shadows, almost as if to shield you from what he is about to do.

“It was never meant to be you,” you hear in your mind, his psychic voice fracturing, distorted with something like guilt. “Forgive me.”

He will make it painless. The tendrils slip around your throat and heart, still gentle, cradling you almost lovingly. You feel a moment of weightless cold, a pressure, then nothing. The forest takes you, its roots cradling your body, almost as an act of mercy.

꩜ .ᐟ

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brights-place · 1 year ago

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Jeff The Killer with an Mute! S/O

Pairings: Jeff the killer X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of gore, Dating headcannons

A/N: Jeff the killer dating an mute reader that me and my friends were talking long and hard about how each creepypasta would date an S/O who is mute :>>

- When you were first introduced he tried to annoy you and get you to talk smack back to him caus he wanted to fight someone since Jane was on an mission and Jeff itched for an fight

- He’s suspicious of you at first when you don't reply - Even more so that you don’t talk. But if you prove you’re not a threat in other ways, he doesn’t actually mind it all that much... JK HE DOES MIND LIKE WHY AIN'T YOU FIGHTING OR YELLING AT HIM!

- He complains and cruses you out as you just stared at him - Jeff is annoyed how you hangout with Smile dog who makes sure to make you feel comfy which makes Jeff confused since well... Smile wasn't nice to people actually nobody really was I mean they were Creepypastas they were creatures and beings that could kill

- When he tried to fight Liu since well that's whats siblings do you smacked him up top the head as liu cackled at how Jeff was flabbergasted as you stared him down

- He gets annoyed by everybody and since your silent he comes out of nowhere and hangs out with you as he says "Shut up" when not knowing you were mute cause he never knew you were mute

- Ends up going on tangents or rants about the others while you just sit there and kind of annoyed yet staring down at him making sure he is comfortable - He knows it can get annoying to just have to listen but he’s extremely grateful for the outlet. - he can bitch about his day only to turn around and find you still there, listening intently.

- Sooner or later he watches you do sign language talking to EJ, Toby, and Nina as you just nodded shook your head or just did sign language which he connected the dots quickly finding out that you were mute

- most of the time he is translating for those who can't understand you when you use sign language when Jeff can't is when he's on his missions and off to kill some people

- Other then that he would be by your side making sure your safe and are alright When he speaks he forgets that he's doing sign language while speaking whenever your near and people point it out he rolls his eyes

- He gets used to your silence and can't help but when he feels pissy just walks towards were you are in your room or in the kitchen kick open the door and grab you and lay his head on your shoulder

- He didn't understand sign language so he just focused on when you're looking at something or someone in a certain way, how your eyebrows furrow. how you squint your eyes, the way your lips curve up or downwards with something he likes and dislikes.

- He could read your thoughts and what you want to say but can't at all but try to explain in sign language to you and say's fuck it and just speaks to you as you nod your head listening. - He switches from checking to verbal confirmation to physical confirmation - When you two are out at night not doing missions you take an stroll before jeff then goes on an rampage out of boredom - You were making sure that jeff was careful when you noticed an couple watching them afar since you knew that they had an child but also knew that why you two killed the two parents cause they were Junkies and quiet emotionally abusive towards their own child so of course you had to kill the two so you brought Jeff!

- When he is on an mission his knife digging into the skin of an 30 year old couple while their daughter was fast asleep in her room not knowing about what was happening downstairs.

- You couldn't help but watch Jeff ripping the parents skin with his knife carving an smile as he turns towards you when you stomped your foot lightly two times on the floor is what you two used to say its time to go since he well he and you have your own secret language

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justasecretflower · 10 months ago

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🥀- Dating Jeff! The killer before he became a proxy!

- fluff.

‼️swearing! its jeff obviously…

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- Liu was 100% the more popular brother, he was more gentle, more kind, had more looks and friends.

- so naturally, Jeff didn’t even believe you when you said you liked him, like Toby.

- he thought you were just trying to get close to his “better” younger brother.

- you have to keep trying for him to actually believe you. You kept asking him out, telling him he looked nice, or complimenting him for getting a good score.

-he finally believes you after like a month of this and he went out to the park as a date. You brought some snacks and stuff to drink.

- You both hid in the slide. Lying right next to each other in the plastic red slide away from everyone else, talking for just hours straight. He knew he had to go home, but he didn’t care. This was his first ever date.

- “where’s my hug at?” Btw.

- “guess who?” While closing your eyes

- acts like a super senior without the pedophilia

- holds stuff above your head too.

- the first time you kissed he was fed up of procrastination. You sat next to him under the bleachers late at night, then randomly got grabbed by your cheeks and kissed roughly.

- it was a long, deep, rough kiss. He put all of his passion and love for you in that kiss.

- he didn’t apologize for how rough he grabbed you, or how sudden it was, he only went in for a second kiss.

- late night walks>>>>>>

- him giving you that dirty white hoodie he always wears when you get cold.

- makes little notes for you in class, forms a paper airplane and aims straight for your head. Then snickers about it.

- he bites. Not as something sexual just a little sign of affection. Your arm, shoulder, and jaw have become a constant place for him to bite.

-no, he will never do it hard; ever.

- can’t afford flowers, picks up weeds while walking and gives them to you.

- if you’re eating something, he snatches it up and takes a bite.

-same goes for if you’re drinking something, don’t mind him just taking a little swig.

- writes his initial and hearts on your hand all the time

-writes YOUR initial and hearts on his converse

- has a picture of you in his hoodie pocket, sure it’s a little dirt and crumpled but it’s something.

- neck kisses, on the back of the neck :(

- doesn’t know how to express his love, so he does tiny things like picking up cool trinkets he finds on the ground, helping you with a problem in school, and drawing tiny hearts everywhere (on you and your paper)

- has a tiny version of your purfume that he keeps to spray his pillows when he wants to pretend like he’s holding you.

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“Hmmm…a doctor?” You ask, this was the 5th thing you’ve asked him what he wants to be when he grows up, so far he’s said no to everything and it’s been getting progressively harder to think of more careers. The chill of the autumn air dances between the strands of mine and Jeff’s hair, lightly kissing my cheek and making my cheeks and tip of my nose red. He was climbing up towards the monkey bars. Hopping to one of them he thrusts an arm out to reach for the other bar. “Fuck no. Too much work” Jeff huffs a laugh. Lifting his body up to curl his legs on one of the bars, leaving him hanging upside down. I walk towards him, putting my hands on his cheeks. “I give up, what do you wanna be when you grow up.” He looks at me, eyes getting softer, lighter. “With you.” He says, smashing our lips together, like he always does, but pulling away quickly. “Don’t tell anyone I said that corny shit..” he mumbles, hopping down from the bars and rubbing his hands together. I just smile brightly.

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- all of his movements seem like he’s scared of losing you, like you’re gonna disappear within seconds.

- grips your hand with a death grip, kisses you rough and fast, hugs you so tight you can’t breathe.

- it’s only in the quiet of the night when he stays over, spooning you does he gently hold your hand and softly kiss your face.

Pt 2. Meeting Jeff! The killer again after dating him before he was a proxy

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loves0phelia · 11 months ago

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Country Girl

Summery: Eddie’s music career is getting to much, what happens when he takes a vacation to a small countryside town?

Words: 4,1k

Warnings: spelling mistakes, characters gets in underwear, mention of drinking alcohol.

A/N: this sucks but I haven’t written in 2 months sooo I hope you enjoy xx

“Are you kidding me?”

“No Eds, you're going to Spring Lake.” Gareth stood with his hands on his hips with a fatherlike glare fixated on his friend whom he almost didn't recognize nowadays.

“Why would I be going in this shit hole? I am fine right where I am” He said the last bit of his sentence with a long tired sigh as he planted himself down on the beat-up couch in the trailer where all the costumes and concert essentials were stored. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was greasy and sweaty sticking to his forehead.

“You're not okay Eddie. We can't recognize you anymore. You need some time off, we all do. and it would be better if you got out of the city for the summer ” Eddie scoffed at this and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Ok. Who's we? And who put “we” in charge of me?” He laughed humorlessly and stood up from his seat with an accusatory finger pointed at Gareth's face.

“Julie, but we all agreed with her, Eddie. You can barely stand during our shows because you drank too much beforehand, even the press is talking about it! You're making it hard for all of us-”

“Shut up! Shut up!” His voice bounced on the metal walls and rang in Gareth's ears making him visibly cringe before he stormed out.

As soon as he stepped out, the cameras started flashing and blinding him, capturing his angry features and red eyes. He couldn't wait to see the newspaper with the various headlines about him and his addictions.

He yanked open the limousine door that was initially the band's way of transport but he couldn't care less about how they would get to the hotel. He slides in, slamming it shut behind him. His eyes flashed with irritation as he leaned forward.

"To the hotel, and step on it, will you? I’ve already had enough shit today. No detours, no shortcuts—just get me there as fast as you can." He barked at the chauffeur.

Without caring for a response he slumped back against the seat, glaring out the window,

The drive was short, as requested. He was back at the hotel before anyone else. Still fuming with rage and decided to dial a number he only called for emergencies.

ring

“Hello?” The man's voice was soothing in Eddie's ears.

“Hey, Wayne.” An angry tear fell out of Eddie's eye.

“Eddie, boy do you know how late it is?” Eddie turned his head slightly to look at the clock that lay on the modern-looking bedside table.

“Sorry, I just- I need to talk to you” his throat contracted another tear threatening to fall from his brown doe eyes.

“What's wrong son?” Despite Wayne's strong and deep voice, the concern was clear.

“Julie and the band wants-” Once again his hand made its way into his hair, this time gripping angrily. “They want me to go to Spring Lake for the summer as if they can just send me away! Like- Like to get rid of me” he groaned into the receiver.

“Eddie listen to me” Wayne signed sadly for Eddie.

“What?”

“I requested it to your manager, okay? I've seen you on TV and I can't even count on my fingers the number of times you've called me in the middle of the night while being drunk. You need a break, son”

“No, no! I'm fine Wayne” Both of his knees started trembling as he couldn't help the tears from cascading down his cheeks. He felt lost and he couldn't find a way to return.

“You're not Eds. You need to find a way to get better, please listen to Julie when she comes to talk to you, goodnight, son. I love you” The phone pressed against Eddie's ear went flat as the line disconnected.

He sat there, staring blankly ahead, his face drained of colour. He barely notices the tear that escapes now.

He was used to getting comments from Gareth and Jeff or the rest of the band but never from his uncle.

His chest felt heavy, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to scream, to do something, but nothing came. Instead, he remained still, unable to process everything the night unfolded.

He felt disconnected as if the world was moving on without him, until a knock came to the door. His eyes which looked blankly at the carpet floor snapped to the hotel room door. He didn't bother to stand figuring out the person on the other side would get the message and leave him alone.

Unfortunately, the door opened and Julie entered the room.

“Did you talk to Wayne?” She asked, her voice sharp like a thorn.

“I did”

“I should've told Gareth to keep his mouth shut about this, it wasn't his place to tell you. I'm your manager, I should be the one taking care of this mess” Her black leather boots stumped on the floor as she approached the bed he was sitting on.

“Wayne said you loved going to Spring Lake as a kid, that's why we thought it would be a great idea.” She added.

“Yeah trailer park, poor, didn't have a life Eddie loved going there, it was the only place where I wasn't freak because everything is disconnected there.” Julie’s eyes soften, her heart feeling sad at the mention of Ed's childhood.

“I have a life now, I'm a rockstar, and I'm important to people”

“But you're losing yourself in the process. You need to go back to your roots, and learn what's really important” Eddie sighed in defeat there was no denying it.

“Go to Spring Lake for a couple of weeks and if you hate it, come back. My niece has a cottage she can welcome you”

…

His fingers drummed impatiently on the armrest as the car slowed down to avoid a group of cyclists taking up the road.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, glancing out the window at two horses casually munching on herbs.

The car finally pulled up to a small cottage-looking house, it was small, probably only big enough for two bedrooms and one bathroom. It had a porch swing and a bunch of potted flowers. It was far from what he was used to now.

The driver opened the door for him, his black combat boots crunched against the gravel. Eddie's expression was clearly stating that he’d rather be anywhere else.

"Let’s just get this over with," he sighed, and he walked towards the entrance of the house. As Marcus “driver” started unloading his luggage.

He raised his fist to connect it to do wooden door frame around the screen door but at the same time the door on the other side swung open as fast as a rush of wind

He wrinkled his nose slightly, the faint smell of fresh baked goods interfered with his overpriced cologne.

“Hi!” you said in a welcoming tone. Eddie was mesmerized by your sun-kissed skin glowing so naturally. Your beautiful hair, loosely tied back with a ribbon, cascaded down your shoulders. your overalls are dirty but charming with a simple floral pattern embroidered into the pockets.

Your face broke into a wide, genuine smile, your eyes crinkled at the corners with the kind of happiness that he wasn't used to seeing.

“It's so nice to see you, Eddie!,” You walked forward pushing the screen door that was separating you both to greet him, making Eddie step back a few feet almost tripping down the small stairs leading up to the porch.,

“I’m y/n. It’s so nice to have you here, I made some blueberry muffins and cinnamon rolls I didn't know which one you preferred… oh! I also have some lemon pie. come in!.”

He barely managed to suppress a groan. Of course, you would be cheerful and kind. Everyone in these small towns always was. Still, there was something about you that made him pause. Maybe it was the way your smile didn’t get flatter even as you faced his cold demeanour or the way your eyes sparkled as you spoke about the dessert you had made for him specifically. He shook off the thought, reminding himself that he was here out of obligation, not to make friends.

“Thanks,” he replied shortly, his tone cold as he glanced around the room, doing his best to avoid looking directly at you.

you didn’t seem bothered by his lack of enthusiasm. Instead, you clasped her hands together, your smile never fading.

“I’ve got your room all ready. there's a dresser and a fantastic view of the lake behind the house. I hope you’ll like it.”

He sighed, already regretting the trip, but nodded. “Sure. Lead the way.”

As you walked ahead of him, he couldn't help but notice the way your hips swayed gracefully. He quickly looked away, feeling annoyed at himself. He wasn’t here to admire the locals, least of all a girl who looked like she belonged in a summer daydream.

You led him up the narrow hallway, talking about various details about the house and the people in town, the kind of small talk that would usually make him roll his eyes. But today, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found himself listening, even if he didn’t respond.

“Here, this is your room and mine is right there” You pointed to the door right next to ‘his’

He grunted a thanks, stepping inside and without saying a word he closed the door shut. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. You were beautiful, he admitted to himself, but in a way that was different from the women he was used to. Something was refreshing about you, something real.

But then he shook his head, pushing the thought away. It didn’t matter how beautiful you were. He was here for a few days at most, just to make his manager happy and then he’d be back to his world, far away from this little town and its infuriatingly sunny inhabitants. Still, as he threw himself onto the bed, he couldn’t quite get your smile out of his mind.

….

Eddie stirred beneath the soft blankets, blinking against the unwelcome brightness. He wasn’t used to waking up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window or the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the air. For a moment, he forgot where he was, his mind still groggy from sleep. The sheets were softer, crumb-free and smelled flowery.

Then it hit him—he was in your house in Spring Lake. The day of his arrival felt like a dream, a bad dream. He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as he sat up, his hair wild and eyes heavy with remaining sleep. This wasn’t how he usually started his day, and the unfamiliarity of it all only added to his irritation.

Just as he was about to pull himself out of bed, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. You peeked your head in and smiled as bright as ever. Who was this happy at… 8 am?

“Good morning! I hope you slept well,” You said, stepping into the room with a steaming mug of coffee in hand.

He mumbled a response “Morning.”

you handed him the mug, your fingers brushing against his as you did. “I made you some coffee. I thought you might need it. the trip was probably long, you forgot your suitcases outside, but don't worry I rolled them in for you last night” you reassured.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice rougher than usual. He took a sip. It was good coffee, surprisingly so. He gave you a nod of approval, which you seemed to appreciate before leaving the room and allowing him to get civil.

After a moment he joined you in the kitchen still looking grumpy “So,” you began “ You don’t exactly strike me as the countryside type so what are you doing here?.”

He raised an eyebrow at your directness.

“Julie didn't tell you?” he replied simply, taking another sip of coffee.

“She only said you already knew your way around town so I didn't need to play guide with you but you don't seem to be from here and I don't think I've seen you before,” you shrugged.

He let out a short, humourless laugh. “I used to come here every summer as a kid”

You tilted her head, studying him. “Well, I hope you enjoy it as much as you did before.”

He frowned at that. “Enjoy it? What’s there to enjoy? I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere when I could be… I don't know. having fun?.”

“Maybe you can have fun here?” your voice was a little teasing as if in your head you had come up with a sudden plan.

“How?”

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“This is Carrot,” You said, patting the horse’s neck affectionately. “He's perfect for beginners”

Eddie arched an eyebrow, “I’m not a beginner,” he said gruffly, though the truth was, he had never been this close to a horse before, let alone ridden one. But he wasn’t about to let that show.

“Alright then, Mr. Experienced. Ready to get on?”

He took the reins with a nod, his grip a little tighter than necessary. He’d seen people ride horses in movies and on TV—how hard could it be? With a deep breath, he approached Carrot.

“First, put your left foot in the stirrup,” you instructed, watching him closely. “Then swing your right leg over.”

“I know," he cut you off, determined to appear unbothered. For a moment, he hesitated, but he quickly shook it off and pushed himself up. His right leg swung over the saddle, and before he knew it, he was sitting on the horse. He landed with more force than he intended, and Carrot shifted beneath him, causing him to tense up.

“See? Easy,” But he forced himself to stay calm, straightening his posture and gripping the reins as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“right… So you can race me then?” The corner of your lips lifted in a malicious smirk.

“Race you?” he tensed up again, shifting in the saddle as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“mhm,” you said, smoothly mounting your horse.

The horses began to move. Eddie's eyes widened slightly “Wait wait wait, can we take it slow… it's been a while, I just gotta warm up a little” he lied through his teeth.

“I thought you were experienced” You turned your head over your shoulder looking back at him as your horse galloped forward. “Just relax and let him guide you. There’s no rush.”

Relax? Easier said than done. But he wasn’t about to let you see him falter. So he squared his shoulders and took a deep breath

After a few minutes of you both going slowly around the field, Eddie had finally gotten the hang of it. Or so he thought.

“How about we pick up the pace now? A little friendly race, maybe?” He said, his voice still trembling, clearly not being as confident as he wished to be.

“Alright, you’re on,” you replied.

You flashed him another grin, then gently nudged your mare forward. Belle (your horse), sensing the challenge, picked up her pace too, and before you knew it, You and Eddie were both moving faster across the field.

“Come on, Carrot!” he urged with a small proud smile, impressed at his skills, trying to keep up with you, who had already raced slightly ahead of him.

For a moment, Eddie forgot all about his earlier discomfort. It was just him, the horse, and the open field ahead and for the first time in a while, he felt free.

But then, as he rounded a bend in the open field, Carrot suddenly swerved to avoid a rock hidden in the tall grass. The sudden movement caught him off guard, and before he could react, he felt himself slipping sideways in the saddle.

The next thing he knew, his legs swinging over the horse’s back as he tumbled off in an awkward arc.

He hit the ground with a heavy thud, right in the middle of a large, muddy puddle. The cold, thick mud splattered everywhere, coating his clothes, face, and hair in a messy, sticky layer. For a second, he just lay there, stunned, staring up at the sky as the reality of what had just happened sank in.

“Oh my gosh Eddie, are you okay?” You jumped down your horse and rushed to his aid, slipping on your knees in the puddle to check for any injuries.

He sat up slowly, wiping mud from his face with a grimace. His once-pristine jacket was now a muddy mess, and his hair stuck out in odd angles, but as he looked up at you, concerned in your eyes, on your knees in the puddle, next to him, he couldn’t help it. A chuckle escaped him, followed by another, until he was laughing.

Your frown quickly turned upside down when you heard the laughter coming out of his mouth. Giggles quickly started bubbling in your throat as well.

“I warned you it wasn’t as easy as it looked,” you teased, grinning as you tried brushing some of the mud off his shoulder.

He let out a mock groan, half-grumpy, half-amused with the situation.

Despite the mud, the fall, and the bruised ego, he felt lighter than he had in days. There was something liberating about letting go, about laughing at himself and the situation, instead of trying to maintain the stoic facade he usually wore.

”Let's get you cleaned up. I think you’ve had enough mud for one day.” You smiled and grabbed both his hands to help him up from the muddy water.

As you both walked back toward the cottage-like house, side by side, he realized something. For the first time since he’d arrived, he was having fun. And it was all thanks to you.

…

Ever since that day, you and Eddie have been enjoying each other's company.

Today the sun was glowing despite the dark clouds looming in the sky but knowing rain was to come you both decided to stay in the cottage instead of going out to the horse barn. and that's how you ended up standing on your tiptoes, trying to reach a bag of flour on the top shelf.

Eddie watched you from the doorway with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“Why don’t you just use a stool like a normal person?” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a determined look, your lips curving into a playful smile.

“I’ve got it, don’t worry. I do this all the time.”

Eddie sighed, watching you struggle with the shelf that was clearly too high for you. You were nothing if not stubborn. Just as he was about to walk over and get the flour himself, you made a final, determined stretch—and knocked the bag off the shelf. It tumbled through the air, heading straight for your face.

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Eddie muttered, stepping forward with reflexes quicker than he cared to acknowledge. He caught the bag just before it hit you but not without consequence.

The bag burst open on impact, sending a thick cloud of flour exploding into the air.

You blinked, momentarily stunned as the white powder rained down on the both of you. When the cloud settled, you were covered head to toe in flour, your long hair now dusted with white. Eddie wasn't much better, his dark hair and clothes now sprinkled with flour.

“Well… at least you caught it,” you murmured as you and Eddie stood unmoving

Eddie gave you a long, unimpressed look.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, reaching up to wipe the flour off his face with a sigh. “You’re welcome.”

“Sorry, guess we're just bound to get dirty all the time” Your giggles broke free, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t push it,” he replied, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“At least you look cute” Your hands brushed his cheek to remove some of the remaining flour from his face, even though only water would be able to remove the cloudy ingredient from your face.

“I'm going to take a dip in the lake to clean up a bit before going in the shower, I don't want the flour to clog the drain, you coming?” Your boldness surprised you.

“uhh- ye- yes” You laughed under your breath at Eddie's flushed face before walking to the glass door leading to the wooden dock in the backyard of your house.

You reached the edge of the dock and kicked off your shoes. Eddie followed, his hands stuffed into his pockets but watching you intensely. But his gaze quickly left you when you started pulling away your dress leaving you in only your underwear.

“uhh,” Eddie scratched his head awkwardly, not sure where to look anymore.

“It's okay Eddie, you can look, it's just like a swimsuit” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and saw Eddie gulp. Once again a giggle escaped you but without further explanation, you jumped in the water.

You emerged with a splash, your laughter bubbling up as you pushed your wet hair out of your face. you looked up at Eddie, who was still standing at the edge of the dock, staring down at you.

“Come on, rockstar, that flour isn't gonna fly away!” you called back, your voice echoing across the lake. You floated on your back, arms outstretched.

For a moment, Eddie hesitated. But then, as he looked at you, carefree and glowing in the golden light, something in him shifted. Maybe it was the way you seemed to belong to this place or the way you had pulled him into your world without even trying. Or maybe it was just that he wanted to hold onto this feeling a little longer, to be a part of it.

With a resigned sigh, Eddie kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside as well as his pants leaving him in only boxers. You watched, your heart skipping a beat as he moved closer to the edge. He paused for just a second, meeting your gaze.

Then, without another word, he jumped.

The water erupted around him as he plunged in, disappearing beneath the surface for a few seconds before he came back to the surface.

You swam closer, the distance between you closing.

Eddie chuckled, his laughter rich and warm as he reached out to gently brush a strand of wet hair from your face. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

You grinned, your eyes locking onto his as she splashed him playfully. “You’re welcome,” you teased, before leaning in and pressing a quick, playful kiss to his cheek.

“y/n…” Eddie whispered, not even sure what he was going to say.

But before he could finish, you leaned in, your gaze dropping to his lips. For a split second, the world stood still. Then, in one fluid motion, you both closed the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours.

The kiss was gentle at first, tentative as if you were afraid he might pull away. But when Eddie responded, his lips moving against yours with equal softness, you deepened the kiss, and his hand came up to cup your cheek.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as your legs wrapped around his waist in the water, you melted into him, your arms wrapped around his neck for added support. The world around you seemed to disappear.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Eddie's heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it.

Eddie opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto yours. “I didn’t expect that,” he admitted, his voice low and rough.

you smiled, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “I’m glad I did it,” you whispered back, your heart swelling.

“Me too,” he said softly, pressing another light kiss to your forehead before pulling you further into his arms, holding you close.

“I think we should get out before we get all wrinkly” You laughed and he splashed more water onto your face before you started to swim away.

…

“Hey Julie, please tell the band I won't be back for a while…” He whispered into the phone as you slept beside him your hair all sprawled on the silk pillow where your head layed as he kissed you endlessly a couple of hours before.

“How long are you thinking?” she asked.

“Actually… I don't think I will come back at all”

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vivicas-dollhouse · 3 months ago

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General crp headcannons: updated!!

Oh yeah

Genre: headcannons

Characters featured: kate the chaser, ticci toby, masky, hoodie, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, nina the killer, clockwork, ben drowned, sally williams, lulu

Desc: just some general hcs about my favorite murderers

Cw: mild desc of gore, talk of weed and drug abuse

Enjoy!!

Kate

Has a slight russian accent

When not controlled by slenderman, shes quiet and blunt, but can speak. Still doesn't like light but is mainly normal.

She loves to work out because it helps her get things done without much strain

Shes very tired all the time, being feral while under slenders control takes a toll on her

She is very clean, she prides herself in being as normal as possible to counteract her feral instincts.

She misses being normal, but tries not to dwell on it. Theres no going back though, so she just tries to move on

She listens primarily to breakcore, but enjoys some depressing soft music every once in a while.

She likes to draw, and although shes not great at it she enjoys it a lot.

She and brian are fairly close, toby and tim are too loud

She uses noise canceling headphones almost 24/7

She doesn't like being the only girl in the proxy cabin, but she will still kick the boys asses

She doesnt drink or do drugs, she is 22 though so legally she can

She became a proxy at 18

She goes out and does normal citizen stuff for the proxys because shes never been seen out in public because she has her mask. Shes very good at keeping her true identity hidden

Has a scar on her lower lip

She sleeps wherever and whenever she can

She abuses nyquil and often takes sleeping pills so she can sleep peacefully

Toby

has some BAD bipolar, his mood swings so fast that you cant predict his next move

Finds comfort in burning things, he can't quite remember why but he knows it feels like freedom

Keeps himself clean enough, after a mission he hops in the shower immediately but doesn't do a whole body scrub, just the main areas and forgets deodorant way too often

Dating jack

He is mildly allergic to shellfish, but its not like he can actually afford seafood so its not a problem

Masky always gets on his case, and toby hates that. They never get along, usually exploding at each other every week

Doesnt work out, but hes lean and fit regardless

Has an anxiety disorder that makes him have regular panic attacks but he smokes weed to feel better

Likes to hunt, but has no idea how to butcher the things he kills and has no desire to learn. Brian can do it.

Hes a slob, he barely cleans his room and doesn't wash his clothes often

He likes to think hes secretive and mysterious, but he is Definitely Not

Carries a switchblade at all times

He is barely 21, but has been a proxy since he was 16

Sleeps all day and stays up all night

Masky/tim

Has chronic pain that he needs painkillers for, often goes out of his way to kill elderly people so that he can take their pills

He is bitter about being a proxy, he doesn't like it but its a safe roof over his head and thats more than he can get alone

Listens to grunge/nu metal, blasts it in the car after missions to loosen up his anxiety

He used to take uncalculated risks and pay for it physically when he was younger, but at 27? Hed rather get things done efficiently and quickly

Uses a gun to kill, he doesn't care for the gore and intimacy of using a blade

Hes a clean guy, he takes care of his skin enough that the other proxys bully him for it

He doesn't care

He smokes so much, he definitely is getting lung cancer

Hes allergic to grass, breaks out in hives if it gets on his bare skin too long

Hes been a proxy since he was 21, he has seniority over the others but that doesnt mean much to toby

He drives the others places, he carries a fake id just in case he gets pulled over

He is not the type to be caught and to be pulled over, but when it comes to driving, hes not gonna try and run. He knows he cant get away.

He doesn't work out, he is chubby and doesn't run well but he can get away because he always plans out escape routes beforehand

Barely sleeps, but usually sleeps through the day

Hoodie/brian

not quiet, not loud. He is just there.

He will get drunk to forget his past and current situation and cry in his room

He will take pills and mix it with whatever, he just wants to get out of his mind

Used to be a cheerful outgoing guy, hes a shell of his former self. Hes still happy at times, but its hard to feel anything anymore

He listens to depressing shit, but also likes rap

He takes care of himself, washing his clothes and showering daily. Which is more than toby can say.

He tends to stick around tim, hes a clinger

He likes to cook, will often cook for the proxys

Hes in charge of groceries and meat butchering animals toby hunts

He looks the most normal so he does everything that involves the outside world along with kate

He has a beer gut, and isnt big on weight lifting or anything. As long as he can run and tackle a victim hes fine

He gets along pretty well with kate and toby and is in a weird situationship with tim

He is 26, but became a proxy at 20

Uses a gun and a crowbar to kill, mainly opting for the gun

Can drive but is god awful at it

Has a pretty normal sleep schedule compared to the others, he wakes up at noon and sleeps around 2am if possible

Jeff

gross guy, just sleazy and dirty all around

He doesnt shower very often, much less wash his clothes

He REEKS of axe body spray

He kills for the fun of it, choosing harder targets to get more fun out of it

Always has a broken or fractured bone, he just powers through it until it hurts so bad he has to be in bed for a couple weeks

He plays video games with ben all the time

Very vulgar, doesn't hold back what he thinks of you

Good luck trying to get him to do any chore, bro lays down and doesn't get up for WEEKS

Walks around shirtless way too often

Its not that hes depressed, hes just indifferent to the world around him. He doesn't care if anyone lives or dies, as long as he can do what he wants

Very stalky, a lot of muscle but not a lot of body fat

He listens to heavy metal so loud he has slight hearing loss in his right ear

Has to recut his smile every week and he finds great joy in doing so. Its his self care.

He forgets to eat for days at a time, hes just not willing to get up

Smokes a shit ton of weed with toby and ben

He is 22

Slender HATES him because hes arrogant and doesn't try and hide from police

Rips open bodies and throws their organs everywhere

Nina

Scene queen

She is best friends with clockwork, they cling to each other like glue

She feels like an idiot for idolizing jeff

She still likes killing though. Shes got a taste for it and theres no going back to civilization so she might as well

She finds her victims on dating apps and catfishes them for weeks before killing them

She has some sort of anorexia, she is trying hard to recover though

She works out with clockwork for as long as she can before passing out or getting sick

She wants to go shopping but she doesn't know how to hide her mouth so she uses amazon to the proxy po box

Listens to 2000s clubbing music

Is deeply saddened because she cant go clubbing… shes only 19 and will never be able to be a normal teenager again

She still gets drunk though lmao

She is one of slenders favorites because of her brutality

She carves pieces of flesh out of her victims and rips their hearts out

Has the most clothes out of everyone, her outfits always serve cunt

Jack

some sort of shape shifter and prefers to be a animalistic furry beast

He purrs when happy

Dating toby, it is a very loving relationship

When hes not in a human form, he mainly communicates in chirps and chitters

He has an extensive medical knowledge and acts as a doctor for the rest of the pastas

He keeps his room sterile as possible, often choosing to sleep in tobys room to keep his room clean for his “patients”

He has a high iq but not in a human way. He is more like a super genius dog

He can see but not well

He likes to watch trash tv with toby to fall asleep

He has a “motherly instinct” where he takes care of people who he deems “weak” like nina, ben and sally

He has feral instincts, often going into the woods to rip apart a deer with his mouth and claws

He loves to lick people as a form of affection

He is a gentle giant, he kills only if he craves organs

He uses his medical knowledge to carefully dissect victims and to get the most organs efficiently

Doesn't need sleep, but likes to sleep while toby pets him

Clockwork

tans with self tanner and definitely uses those playboy bunny stickers bc nina gave her some

Works out but only so she can strangle her victims easier

She likes the power to kill people with her hands, she finds it very rewarding

She primarily kills men, and if possible she scopes out sex offenders and takes them out

She has a long self care routine that involves face masks and bath bombs. The bathroom is filled with her stuff

Best friends with nina and they do everything together

Listens to country music unironically and everyone makes fun of her for it. She doesn't think its funny

Thinks her murders are vigilante justice, sees herself as a good person

Aroace queen, she finds platonic love is enough for her

SHREDDED. GAHD DAMN.

Shes 23

Shes not fond of men in general, but gets along with jack well enough.

Carries mace and an eyepatch just in case

She sleeps all day and stays up all night, which is not unusual for the mansion's inhabitants but she sleeps especially hard, she wouldnt wake up if a bomb dropped

Ben

A poltergeist in the truest sense

He enjoys fucking with the apps in other pastas phones, sending messages to people and editing photos

He has a mental age of 18 or 19 but is dead so its not really reflected in his body

Chooses to walk while in the non digital world because he gets antsy

Plays video games all day, chooses to ignore responsibilities in favor of mastering a new game

Eats even though he doesn't have to, he can eat 5 party size chip bags a day easily

He doesn't wear his main outfit all the time, mostly just lounges around in a tee shirt and shorts

He LOVES anime. Hes a total weeb and has so many posters of popular shows. His favorite anime is tokyo ghoul

He listens to japanese music, mainly metal BUT NOT BABYMETAL. He has a weird hatred for babymetal

Has the most electronics of the pastas, 3 pc screens, a laptop, a switch, ps5, phone, xbox 360, and all the old nintendo consoles

His room is so crowded he has to fly to get through the door

Trash is everywhere, hes a total slob

He likes to troll people on twitter (or X if your a loser) and he is able to doxx people easily

Is good friends with jeff and toby

Sally

She is also a poltergeist, but not in the way ben is

Shes still in a kid mindset, despite being dead for years

She cant fly, she just creepily walks around

She can make lights go out

She has tea parties with the other pastas, slender makes sure they are nice to her

She has a beautiful princess room set up by masky

She sees masky as a protector

She likes mice and will sometimes bring home small rodents to play with (aka kill them and play with their corpses)

She likes to just sit and watch people go about their lives. She will sit between whoever is on the couch playing a game or watching tv and just observe

She likes the quiet, but unfortunately she cant really get that in the mansion

She sneaks off to the proxy house often to use kates noise canceling headphones

When kates awake she will play with sally but shes often knocked out

Lulu

very gentle, she kills only when shes mad

Its not easy to piss her off, but when shes mad it doesn't really show through

She cant see very well, but the fog helps her get around well enough

She and the other girls get along well enough but she still has trust issues with girls from The Incident

She loves to read but has to hold the book inches from her face

She didnt really want to be a caregiver, but she welcomes the role

Doesnt really do skin care but she does shower often

She hums a lot and it pisses jeff off

She has a adorable room, its all pastels and lace

She takes things from the kitchen and stashes them in case she ever needs them.

Shes a chronic kleptomaniac because she never knew if another girl would try and take her stuff when she was at school so she would always take extras

She carries a pocket knife with a scraper in case she needs to get eyes out

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