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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago

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Taking their clothing because you miss them (Creepypasta)

two things: i promise im still working on the eyeless jack x reader fic to celebrate 1k TToTT my steam for writing the fic is just dwindling a little since its very different from my usual posts </3 but i still intend on getting it done! in fact id say its about halfway done, if you dont include proofreading and fixing stuff!! so theres definitely.. something.. i just dont have a time window for it </3 originally i was going to write this with ben/jeff/toby and make it platonic but, i realize this prompt is usually used for romance stuff so theyre gonna sit this post out, ill probably think of another group post soon to make up for it but shrugs getting into the writing i realize i wrote this prompt for some characters a while ago so im going to link those parts in their place

SLENDERMAN:

you take his tie! normally i would say his jacket, but i feel like thats such an obvious choice.. imagine you dont know how to tie it so he walks in on your fumbling with it. trying in vain to get it down... he probably thinks its a little amusing... i mean who wouldnt? kind of just watches you fiddle with it for a minute before making his presence known, likely making you jump. he would much rather you ask than take his clothing, he doesnt have much of it (though is there much need for it, anyway?) (non sexual obviously). probably teaches you how to properly do the tie. his hands absolutely consume yours

SPLENDORMAN:

just ask him and hes going to give you just about any piece of clothing he has on him! i like to think that he lets you have his hat a lot of the times. especially after he walked in on you trying it on.. sure it might be a little too big for you, what with splendor being very tall and thus having a larger head than yours... probably goes on and on about how adorable you look. i mean hes always telling you how cute or pretty you are but it hits different for him when youre wearing something of his. you dont have to ask for his clothing, hes very open to sharing! definitely gets an alternate outfit so he can match with you every now and then

MASKY:

naturally, you steal his jacket! i mean it looks so comfortable, does it not? this isnt an easy feat, by the way. since hes wearing it most of the time, so youre probably going to have to snag it when hes showering or something. quietly stares at you... he DOES think its cute but i do think he would try to get his clothing bad. another jacket similar in style to his mysteriously makes its way into your closet and its also in your size. dont ask where it came from.. he totally didnt steal it..! likely wouldnt want you to take whats his without asking or at least letting him know.. hence him getting your own jacket. wont physically rip it off of you, though, hes not that cold

PUPPETEER:

i think he loves seeing you in his clothing. he thinks you look cute.. but also... pathetic? usually lets you wear his coat or hat if you ask nicely. he already knows youre going to snatch something before you even do it but stays quiet because he thinks its pathetic/adorable, you think youre being so sly but youve already been caught. will tease you for it. a lot. its kind of his own way of getting you to do it again. genuinely thinks its one of the best things in the world. dont admit you do it because you sometimes miss him or like how he smells, its going to do ungodly things to his ego

EJ, LJ, AND HOODIE:

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theolddarkmachine · 4 years ago

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Imaginary - Chapter Fourteen

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: I’M SO SORRY Y’ALL. I REALLY DON’T HAVE ANY OTHER EXCUSE FOR THE DELAY IN UPDATE OTHER THAN I SUCK AND TIME GOT AWAY FROM ME TToTT I’m gonna promise to do better, especially since time management is on my list of things to be better at for this year of my life. but please bear with me its 29 years of procrastinating we’re working against

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An all consuming warmth slowly drags Katsuki to the very edge of his consciousness, settling him in the soft, hovering glow between wake and sleep. He can’t remember the last time he woke so slowly, so easily. Normally awakened by the sudden cascade of another day jarring him, he almost isn’t certain he hasn’t fallen into another dream as the gentle crest of awareness brushes across his senses.

Humming deep in his throat, he stretches long, enjoying the click and pull of his joints as they pop. A tickle of breath dances across his shoulder as a soft sound to his side shakes through the slow melt of his consciousness. Nails scratch gently at the center of his chest as the hand there twitches with it’s own slow realization of the morning.

Cracking his jaw around a yawn, Katsuki finally lets his eyes flutter open against the pale sunlight. His vision gets lost amongst a forest of green curls that lay fanned out on the pillow beside him.

A shiver dances across his skin with the sudden memory of the night before.

The way Midoriya had looked up at him, with constellations trapped in the evergreen of his stare, and moonlight tangled in his hair.

The way he’d moaned his name, reverent and soft, like something sacred, as he’d etched the very emotion he felt deep into Katsuki’s skin.

The heat of his skin that still lingers on his own, burning him with an inescapable fire that Katsuki wishes would turn him to ash.

It pushes a dangerous feeling through him, tangling it around the spaces of his bones and guts, leaving Katsuki wrapped up in everything that Midoriya is.

Everything that Katsuki could wish and dream and hope to have.

The expanding emotion pushes at the edges of his mouth until he feels a slight smile settle on his lips.

Midoriya’s hand slides slowly from where it’s placed over Katsuki’s heart, leaving a heated trail in its wake as he makes a small, upset sound before pushing his face further into his pillow. He watches in shameless amusement as Midoriya rolls his shoulders, the movement rippling through the muscles of his back. Katsuki thinks of how desperately he wishes to place a kiss right at the top of his spine as Midoriya lets out another low groan.

He thinks he just might, at least, until another small sound catches him off guard.

“Katsuki,” he slurs into the pillow before huffing a small, barely there laugh. Turning to face him, Midoriya opens his eyes. The breath leaves Katsuki’s lungs in a quick breath as he sees the way the morning light turns his eyes impossibly bright.

Quickly connecting the freckles that speckle the bridge of his nose, Katsuki commits the moment to memory, coveting it like a thief.

“Morning,” he gruffs after a long pause, trying his best to ignore the way his voice is tempered. The bite in it is all but erased in the early morning sunlight.

Another moments passes before Midoriya’s brows pull together, leaving his face cast in a shade of confusion.

“Cat got your tongue, nerd?” He laughs, wolf’s grin scrawling across his face. Midoriya ignores him as he pulls his gaze away, turning his body as he looks out toward the room as if in search of something. The silence around them presses in on Katsuki as he watches him cock his head.

“Deku?” He asks, just as Midoriya speaks in a small, confused voice, “Kacchan?”

The cold lick of shock skitters down his spine as he shifts, pressing himself forward until he’s settled in front of Midoriya, ignoring the way his gaze settles just over his shoulder.

“This isn’t funny, I’m right here,” Katuski growls low, praying that it’s just some joke. But he knows. Can already feel the truth as it settles at the center of his chest like a crushing weight.

It’s just like before any of this began. How it was always supposed to be.

He can’t see him.

“Izuku,” Katsuki whispers. It’s vain, he knows, hoping that his name might break whatever terrible curse has rendered him invisible to him once more. He watches as the brightness in Midoriya’s eyes fade as they continue to track back and forth across the room, his shoulders slumping forward as if in an attempt to shrink down into the bed.

An aching chasm splits Katsuki’s sternum as Midoriya sighs. Falling back into his pillow, he trains his gaze upward toward the ceiling.

The corners of Katsuki’s lips twitch downward as he carefully pushes himself off the bed. Grabbing at his clothes that litter the floor, he pulls them on deftly, making quick work of the task before slipping out of the room.

With each step he takes away from the door, Katsuki feels the dark pit at the center of his chest pull wider and wider as he tries not to think of the green eyed man he’d left alone. Balling his hands into fists, he takes the stairs down, doing his best to ignore the lingering memories that cling to them like ghosts.

At the bottom, he turns into the kitchen. Spotting a stray piece of scrap paper and a discarded pen, he quickly jots down a note.

Sorry, Deku.

Forgot I had a work thing, and didn’t want to wake you up.

See you later?

Katsuki is all too aware that that might be a lie, but he has to say it. Needs for Midoriya to believe it to be true.

He needs it to be true.

Swallowing thickly, Katsuki gives it one last look over before scrawling a large K at the bottom. Gently, he leaves it at the center of the counter so it can’t be missed before making his way out of the kitchen.

Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, he looks up them, the void in his chest finally reaching its widest point as he traces the shadows. Unleashing his sigh, Katsuki turns away, and sees himself out.

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One day Katsuki is going to burn down the solid oak doors of the Administrator’s office, if only so that he can erase their taunting existence from the face of this Earth.

He doesn’t know when they had become such a big part of his life, but now, standing before them once again, he can’t help but feel like their the gates to Hell. It didn’t help that the only reason he was there yet again was the ominous note stuck to his apartment door that stated he needed to report in as soon as he returned.

Nothing good ever followed a sterile note like that.

Katsuki has half a mind to not go in. Just ignore the directive all together and pray to whoever he could get to listen for the best. What could they do to him anyway?

Fire him?

“You going to head in there, or are you going to just have a staring contest with the door?” Mina’s voice is bright from where she sits at the receptionist desk.

She must be filling in for that extra, Katsuki thinks as he rolls his eyes.

“Shut it, Pinky,” he growls, anger bleeding into his voice as he keeps his eyes trained firm on the office doors.

“No can do, Hot Head. As the receptionist for the day, it’s my solemn duty to keep things rolling,” she replies, the laughter in her voice barely disguising the concern nestled between the gaps of her words. “And you, are not rolling.”

Giving another noncommittal growl, he shrugs, not bothering to turn his attention to his friend. Mina means well, she always means well, and for some reason, that only pushes the anger through his veins faster.

“Anything you want to talk about?” She pushes, letting her cheery facade drop as she sighs.

Even if it was something he wanted to talk about, Katsuki knows it wouldn’t do any good. It’s not like he even fully understood what was going on, so how could anyone else help anyway.

The silence seems to be all the answer Mina needs as she makes a small sound at the back of her throat.

“Must have really liked this assignment, huh?” It almost sounds like pity, which stings all the more. Bristling at the understanding sadness, Katsuki keeps his eyes forward as she continues, “we all have that one that’s harder to let go than the rest.”

Leaving and never coming back starts to sound more appealing as the quiet thickens around them.

“Never thought it’d happen to you though,” Mina says lowly, almost as if it’s an afterthought. The statement pushes low laugh between his teeth. It tastes as bitter as it sounds.

“You and me both,” Katsuki replies curtly before finally reaching for the handle. “Now if you’re done playing reception therapist, I’ll be going in now.”

He can only imagine the way she shakes her head as he pushes the door open, her quiet words at his back as he steps through the threshold.

“I’ll be here if you need me, Bakubro.”

His gaze finds Toshinori easily, his bright yellow suit a beacon from where he sits at his desk with his nose pressed deep into a book. Letting the door click quietly shut behind him, Katsuki watches as the Administrator continues to read, seemingly unaware of the new presence in his office.

He looks the same as every other time, forever frozen as this leading figure of the company. Once upon a time, it had been inspiring. Toshinori was a certified hero as far as Best Friends go.

But now, there’s something solemn about the realization.

Katsuki takes a steadying breath as he slides his gaze down toward the desk and the plain folder that sits at its center.

“You aren’t tired of seeing me, yet?” He grumbles by way of introduction. A small smile curls the edges of Toshinori’s mouth upwards as he slowly places a skinny bookmark in the spine of the book, then closes it with a snap.

“Ah, young Bakugou, I wasn’t sure you’d ever walk through that door,” he fires back good-naturedly. Even wrapped in the Administrator’s kind teasing, it still strikes like a knife. Growling low, Katsuki steps further into the office until he’s standing before his desk.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” Toshinori offers, his voice a shade too close to a command as he gestures toward the bean bag chair. Spine stiffening, it sets him closer to the edge as his stare sharpens on the man before him.

“I think I’ll stand, thanks,” Katsuki counters as he folds his arms across his chest, obstinance rolling off him in waves. His mood has soured beyond the point of no return, and all he wants to do is head back to the warmth of the Midoriya household and forget that he doesn’t belong in their world for just a little while longer.

A sudden flash of Midoriya’s jade stare looking through him cuts across his thoughts, turning his blood cold as Toshinori sighs.

Setting his book down on the side of his desk gently, he keeps his gaze down as he trades it for the folder. Katsuki focuses on the way his hands toy with its edge, but never actually opens it.

“Midoriya Eri,” the Administrator hums, keeping his attention down as he bends the corner of the folder back and forth. “Age 4, adopted. Almost a victim of human trafficking. Taken in by the lead police officer on the case. Shy.”

A small spasm rolls across Katsuki’s eyelid as he listens to Toshinori recite the words from memory.

“I know what Eri’s file said,” he cuts in, trying to ignore the quick pace of his heart as it beats its staccato rhythm against the inside of his chest. “Do you want me to finish?”

The tone of his voice causes Toshinori to pause, his thumb frozen at the folder’s edge as he finally looks up. There’s something buried deep in their dark depths, and it turns his gaze sad in a way that punches deep into Katsuki’s stomach.

Tsking loudly, he turns his gaze toward the wall just behind the Administrator’s shoulder.

He can still see her file so clearly in his mind. It hadn’t painted an accurate picture of Eri at all. He hadn’t liked it then, and he certainly doesn’t like it now. Now, he prefers the Eri that he’s come to know. The one with the sunshine smiles and bright laugh.

Another smile he prefers wanders across his mind on the back of a stray thought.

“Concerned she may be a burden on her adopted father,” Katsuki grinds out as he tries to shake the phantom smile from his mind.

“Do you know what her file reads now?” Toshinori asks. The man speaks low and slow, yet it still fills Katsuki with dread as he cuts his stare back toward him, meeting Toshinori’s stare head on.

“No.” The word falls from his lips, heavy and sharp. It’s an answer, but also a command. One that the Administrator ignores are he starts to speak once more.

“Midoriya Eri. Age 4, adopted. Almost a victim of human trafficking. Has a cheery disposition. No longer questions where she belongs.”

“Stop,” he hears himself say.

No, plead.

Katsuki knows what’s coming next. It’s always the same, but it’s never felt like this. Like there’s a black hole deep inside his chest and its sucking away every bit of him, tearing through his flesh and guts and leaving nothing in its wake.

“Status: No longer requires an imaginary friend,” Toshinori says, ignoring him. Gritting his teeth against the throbbing ache, Katsuki balls his fists under his arms, letting his nails cut deep into his palms, if only so that the new biting pain will ground him.

“When?” He asks pointedly, throwing as much vehemence into the single word as he can.

For the first time, in his existence, he finds that he hates the Administrator, and his kind gaze. Hates this job, and hates the never ending loss.

Before the Midoriyas, he’d never noticed it all before. Never quite seen that as an imaginary friend, he was doomed to a life of never moving forward. Frozen at this point, he would never be able to keep any of the people he met in his life.

This job, and everything that he was fated for, was to help other move forward with their own lives.

But who was supposed to help him?

“When?” Katsuki snaps again when Toshinori doesn’t answer quick enough. It charges the room with a brittle sort of unease before the man sighs and places the folder back on his desk.

“Your last day with her is Sunday,” the Administrator says before pushing the folder across the desk and toward him. “Your next charge.”

Ignoring it, Katsuki shakes his head, finally unwinding his arms and slamming his hands down on the desk. The loud boom of his palms cuts sharply through the otherwise quiet room.

“No,” he snarls. “She still needs more time.”

I still need more time.

Toshinori’s gaze turns sorrowful as he gently shakes his head in return.

“I’m sorry, young Bakugou” he says gently, “but you need to tell them goodbye.”

Recoiling as if his words had burnt deep into his skin, Katsuki can’t seem to swallow down the sudden burn of bile at the back of his tongue.

Them.

“You knew,” he manages to push through his teeth. It’s an accusation, bold and heavy as it weighs on his tongue.

“How did you know?” Katsuki continues, voice pitching louder. The Administrator’s pause seems to stretch for a small eternity before he rests his elbows atop the desk and settles his chin on his hands in thought.

His eyes flash with the overhead lightning as he flicks his gaze up toward him.

“This isn’t the first time an adult has been able to see one of us,” Toshinori says, not acknowledging the lack of shock on Katsuki’s face at the admission. Giving a small nod at the revelation, he puts more weight onto his elbows.

“I was close friends with Shimura Nana,” he starts to explain before cutting himself off with a small, huffed laugh and a short shake of his head. “We were best friends. But a week into her last assignment, her charge’s father acknowledged her.”

He already know how that file reads too.

“The friendship was terminated,” Katuski finishes, watching close as the Administrator just nods.

“A new friend was assigned, and the Administrator in charge of the case moved forward as if nothing happened,” Toshinori adds, even though Katsuki can tell that he knows he already knows.

He can feel it in the way he watches him close. Almost as if imploring him to understand something.

“What happened to her?” Katsuki asks. There hadn’t been any further information in the file about Shimura Nana, and what had happened to her after the strange occurrence. Even after he’d gone back to flip through other files, Katsuki had never found any other mention of Shimura Nana again.

Another stretch of silence rolls between them before the man leans back in his seat, hands falling down to his desk in defeat. His sigh is heavy as he pushes the ignored folder a bit closer toward Katsuki.

“If you wish to continue as you are, you need to tell them goodbye,” is all Toshinori says in answer.

It’s a dismissal, one that forces a sharp snarl from Katsuki’s throat as he snatches the folder. Shoving it underneath his arm, he turns quickly on his heel.

Not bothering to say goodbye to the Administrator, he storms through the doors, a dull satisfaction tickling around the void in his chest at the loud sound of the heavy oak slamming shut behind him.

Ignoring the sound of his name as Mina calls out to him, Katsuki marches angrily to his apartment on autopilot. It isn’t until he finds himself in his darkened entryway that he finally feels a coolness settling over his skin.

With a low growl trapped at the base of his throat, he throws the folder into the darkness of his apartment before throwing his fist into the wall.

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#bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #id be a liar if i said this turning point isnt partially why i disappeared for a second lmao #FRIENDLY REMINDER THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING!

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