#jramblesaboutsoap

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Hii :3 could I have sum of the creep boys (Ej, Toby, Jeff, Masky and Hoodie) with a reader who likes marking (bites/cuts/hickeys) their thighs? Pls and thank u 💛

This has been collecting dust in my drafts for months, im so sorry bby, i just needed to have my masky and hoodie headcanons in place before posting this😭😭

Also- Ik you said thighs, but i did mention some other places, i hope you don’t mind :3

E Y E L E S S J A C K

Jack is surprisingly unbothered by your habit. He views it with a mix of curiosity and amusement, often analyzing your techniques silently. (like this = 🤨)

"Hmm. Is this an attempt at branding? Or is this just for fun?" His DRY ASS humor makes it hard to tell if he's teasing or genuinely questioning.

He’s not fond of pain but does not shy from it either. The marks don't bother him, they heal faster than you think anyway.

If you center the attack on his thighs, he'll arch a brow and say something quick and sarcastic, like, "I'm honored you've chosen me as your personal canvas."

Jack has super sharp senses, so he's super aware of your touch. If you bite or leave cuts near sensitive spots, hips, or neck, for example, he might tense for a moment but never stop you.

His favorite places for you to mark? His shoulders or his ribs. He finds the sensation grounding in a strange way, though he'll never admit it. (he moaned once)

If you tease him about it, he'll deadpan: "Just don't expect me to reciprocate. My claws aren't…delicate." (😏)

T I C C I T O B Y

Toby is a little awkward about it at first, not used to someone being so physically affectionate in such an intense way. But once he gets used to it? He's all in. (fucking weirdo 😒 / lovingly)

He doesn't actually feel pain like others do, (obv) so he lets you go wild without flinching. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to leave a mark on me," he'd tease, looking down later to grin at the faint bruises or bites.

If you target his thighs, he might giggle a bit, kicking his leg. "That tickles, stop- stop!"

Neck and collarbone marks fluster him the most. He'll try to hide them with his hoodie but secretly love that they're there.

Sometimes, he'll encourage you in his chaotic way: "Oh, you missed a spot. Try here!" and point to random places like his back or ribs, sometimes even shoving his wrists in your face 😭😭

If you ever leave too many marks, he'll grin like a maniac and joke: "Guess I'm your chew toy now, huh?"

J E F F T H E K I L L E R

Jeff would be cocky about it, but secretly flustered. He'd smirk and say something snarky like, "Didn't know you were that desperate to get your hands on me," but the redness creeping up his neck gives him away.

He doesn't mind pain and might even enjoy it a little. If you bite too hard, he'll laugh and go, "Is that all you've got? You're gonna have to try harder."

Loves when you leave marks on his neck, it makes him feel a twisted sense of pride. He'll strut around the manor like a smug idiot, showing them off.

His thighs are a sensitive spot, though he won't admit it. If you target them, he'll squirm slightly and mutter, "Don't get any ideas..." but he won't stop you. (bcs he likes it 😏)

If you leave cuts or scratches, he'll trace them with his fingers absentmindedly, secretly loving the way they look.

"You're turning me into your personal art project, huh? Not that I'm complaining."

T I M / M A S K Y

Masky (Tim)

Tim is not immediately comfortable it, especially if it's in a more vulnerable spot like his neck or inner thighs. He'll tense up and grumble, "What are you doing?" but he won't push you away :3

Over time, he warms up to it, especially when he realizes it's your way of showing affection. He won't admit it, but he finds it oddly reassuring :p

Marks on his shoulders or upper back are his favorite. He won't say anything, but you might catch him subtly glancing at them in the mirror (😏)

If you bite too hard, he'll sigh and mutter, "You know I have to cover that up, right?" while pulling on another layer of clothing (i love him guys)

Surprisingly, he doesn't mind if you mark his thighs when he's sitting or lounging. He might roll his eyes but secretly enjoys the attention.

"You're a little too into this, you know that?" he'd say with the tiniest smirk, though the faint blush on his face betrays him.

B R I A N / H O O D I E

Hoodie (Brian)

Brian is surprisingly chill about your habit and takes it in stride :D

He'll joke, "Do I look like a notebook to you? Or is this some modern art thing?"

He's not huge on pain, so if you bite too hard or draw blood, he might flinch and gently push you away. "Careful, I'm not indestructible."

Loves when you leave hickeys or gentle bites on his shoulders or chest. He finds them oddly comforting and will trace them when he's alone, smiling softly.

If you go for his thighs, he'll laugh and tease you: "That's bold. Didn't take you for a thigh person."

Occasionally, he'll play along and say something like, "You missed a spot," pointing to random areas just to see you flustered.

Brian enjoys the possessive nature of your markings but is too reserved to admit it outright.

Instead, he'll say something teasing like, "Guess I'm yours now, huh?"

I hope this was good enough!! :D

sorry to keep you waiting so long 😭

[soaplickerrr]

Accidentally Coincidental

CHAPTER 11 (click pictures for better quality)

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a/n: updates will be slow, i'm working on a pretty long fic on my side blog.

pairing: Idol!Kim Seungmin x Fem!College Student!Reader

genre: contemporary romance

SMAU

synopsis: Y/N, a regular college student accidentally texts Seungmin, a star in the K-pop group Stray Kids while trying to text her Ex, Soonyoung to come pick up his things, leading to an unexpected connection that blossoms into a heartfelt romance.

ignore time stamps, dates (other than the ones mentioned during texting) and typos

THERES A WRITTEN PART, DO NOT JUST SCROLL THROUGH THE PICS!

The morning light filtered through your curtains, painting your room in soft golden light.

You stretched lazily in bed, the memory of your first date with Seungmin still fresh in your mind.

The quiet moments, the playful teasing, and the way his hand felt warm and steady in yours, it had all left a lingering warmth in your chest.

As you reached for your phone, a message notification greeted you. It was from Seungmin, from 10 minutes ago.

You hesitated, a flicker of nervousness settling in your stomach. This wasn’t like your first date, where you’d blended into the crowd. But the thought of seeing him again was too tempting to resist.

As soon as you reached the JYP building, the common morning bustle was going on. Trainees were speedily going around with a strapped-on gym bag, staff rushed about from conference room to conference room, and the humming sound that filled the air was so familiar to productivity.

You settled into your desk in the editing department and booted up your workstation, diving into the day's assignments. The first thing on your plate was reviewing footage of a recent Stray Kids dance practice. The video flickered to life on your screen, and your eyes inevitably landed on Seungmin.

Even now, in rehearsal mode, he stood out. Intent and exacting, yet light in his movements- quietly confident in a way that made it impossible not to smile as you worked. Surreal, to be watching him like this after the time you'd spent with him off-camera.

"Y/N, can you send me the final cut for the highlight reel?" Jina's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“On it!" you replied, exporting the file in record time. The rest of the morning flew by in a haze of edits and emails, though you did find yourself checking the clock more often than usual. As noon started to draw near, a quiet excitement started to bubble up inside you.

You glanced at your watch; it was exactly noon, lunch. Taking your phone, you headed towards the elevators. Every step seemed to kick your heart into higher gear, and as you rounded the corner, there he was, leaned against the wall, casually dressed in a grey hoodie and jeans.

It sent a wave of warmth through you at the mere sight of him, and before your brain could overthink it, you just walked right up to him and leaned in, pressing a quick peck on his lips.

The effect was instant. Seungmin froze, staring at you with wide eyes, his lips parted in surprise.

"You okay there?" you tease, taking a step back.

He blinked once; his composure faltered for a beat before a slow, boyish grin spread through his face. "Well. I certainly wasn't expecting that."

You shrugged, attempting to play it cool despite your racing heart. "Consider it a thank you for planning lunch."

"I may have to plan more lunches, then," he said lowly.

"Come on," you said, your eyes rolling even as a smile crept onto your face. "Let's eat before I change my mind."

Seungmin guided you down a deserted hallway and opened the door to one of the smaller dance practice rooms. A little table inside was set with takeout containers and drinks, even a few desserts. The room was dimly lit; the mirrors running floor to ceiling reflected the cozy scene.

"Impressed?" he asked, the grin laced with a hint of pride.

You laughed, sitting down on the floor across from him. "I'll admit, I didn't expect this. But it's… nice."

He handed you a drink and unwrapped his food. "Figured it'd be better than the cafeteria. Less crowded."

The conversation had started light as you dug into your meals, talking work, favorite foods, and random quirks of daily routines. As the minutes passed, the conversation turned deeper, more personal.

"What's been the best part of editing so far?" Seungmin asked, leaning forward slightly.

You picked at your food for a moment, thinking. "I think it's getting to see all the little details- the moments people don't always catch. Like in that dance practice footage, there was this part where you smiled at Hyunjin after a misstep. It was so fast, but it made the whole clip feel more real."

Seungmin tilted his head, a soft smile tugging on his lips. "You're really good at noticing things, aren't you?"

You shrugged, feeling a little shy under his gaze. "It's part of the job, I guess."

"It's more than that," he said, his tone thoughtful. "You care about what you're doing. It shows."

His words had brought color to your cheeks, and you changed the subject in a hurry, asking him to talk about his best memories of performances. He launched into a story about a chaotic onstage moment, replete with exaggerated impressions of his groupmates, and you laughed so hard you almost spilled your drink.

As the lunch hour drew to a close, you both sat back, sipping your drinks, and let the quiet fall around you.

"Thanks for this," you said softly. "I didn't realize just how much I needed it."

"Anytime," Seungmin replied, the warmth of his voice palpable. "We can make it a habit. Lunch breaks should be fun."

He rose and extended a hand to you, hoisting you to your feet with little difficulty. As you straightened your jacket, he looked at the time. "I should probably walk you back. Wouldn't want anyone accusing me of kidnapping our star editor."

The walk back to the editing department was silent, but comfortable, Seungmin walking near enough that your arms touched from time to time. There was just something so trustworthy in his presence- something grounding- and you'd smiled without even realizing it.

Just as you rounded a corner near your department, Seungmin suddenly slowed his pace. In that instant, his expression changed, melting into one confusion and suspicion.

"What?" you asked, scanning where he was looking.

"Han," he muttered under his breath.

Sure enough, a little farther down the hall, Han was leaning casually against the wall, phone in hand. He didn't even try to hide it as he snapped a quick photo of the two of you walking together.

"Don't mind me," Han said, grinning as he pocketed his phone. "Just documenting history."

Seungmin sighed, rubbing his temples. "Han, don't-"

"Too late," Han interrupted, already walking away. "Check the group chat."

Seungmin groaned loudly, muttering something under his breath before turning back to you with a soft apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He's…enthusiastic."

You laughed shaking your head. "It's fine. I'll leave that chaos in your hands."

With a final smile, Seungmin watched you go back into the editing department, a quiet warmth settling over him.

The phone wouldn't stop buzzing later that afternoon. Seungmin opened the group chat to find Han's photo, and the usual chaos.

Shaking his head, Seungmin pocketed his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the teasing.

It felt like this chapter was very short and rushed :3

TAGLIST - CLOSED - if your name is in pink, I couldn't tag you

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LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!

I know people have done lists where it’s like “these were the strike rules of creepypasta” but I give you a list of things that I hate/personally don’t like in the creepypasta fandom.

1) Toby Loves Waffles thing

2) Pervert Ben

3) The fandom shamers (can’t like or find a certain character attractive)

4) “YoU cAn’T Do ThIs BeCaUsE tHe CrEaToR-“

5) Fucking Offenderman

6) the people hellbent on making the pastas scary and shaming literally everyone when this fandom literally became a thing for shits and giggles

7) the misuse of SA/sexual violence in stories

8) People who shit on Lazari and Lulu just because their creator is creepy

9) Literally anyone who tries to ship Sally with adult characters, I hate you, get out

10) Twink Tim/Masky

[stnkiconverse]

Anybody of your choice with a reader who likes to randomly bite for no reason

-👽

How about everyone?

Creepypastas x Reader who likes to bite

Ticci Toby

1. Playful Bites:

- You have a habit of playfully nipping at Toby’s arms or shoulders when you’re feeling particularly affectionate. He always laughs and pretends to be offended, but secretly he loves it.

- Toby's tics might make him a bit jumpy at first, but he quickly gets used to your playful bites and even starts looking forward to them.

2. Affectionate Gestures:

- Toby enjoys the unique way you show affection. Your bites are never harsh, and they make him feel special and adored in your own quirky way.

- Sometimes, Toby will bite you back, though he's always gentle, mimicking your playful nibbles with a grin on his face.

3. Comfort and Calming:

- When Toby is stressed or anxious, you gently bite or kiss his knuckles or the back of his hand. The familiar sensation helps ground him and brings him a sense of comfort.

4. Inside Jokes:

- The two of you develop a series of inside jokes about your biting habits. Toby will often tease you about being a “little vampire” (GIRL YOURE MY FAVORITE, sorry, its a kpop reference) or “his personal piranha,” always with a playful glint in his eyes.

- You respond by pretending to bare your teeth and growl, which never fails to make Toby laugh.

5. Public Reactions:

- In public, your biting habits can sometimes catch others off guard. Toby finds it amusing when people react, but he also loves how unique and unapologetically yourself you are.

- Toby has been known to protectively explain to others that it’s just your way of showing affection, ensuring no one misunderstands or disrespects you for it.

Ben Drowned

1. Playful Mischief:

- Ben finds your biting habit absolutely adorable and matches it with his own playful nature. He often encourages you by pretending to run away or daring you to catch him.

- Your playful bites often lead to laughter-filled chases and impromptu tickle fights, making your relationship feel light-hearted and fun.

2. Virtual Bites:

- When Ben is in his digital form, you tease him by pretending to bite your screen, which makes him laugh and play along, sometimes glitching the screen as if he’s been “bitten.”

- He occasionally sends you silly gifs of biting or nibbling, keeping your playful dynamic alive even when he’s not physically present.

3. Casual Bites:

- Ben loves to watch you while you’re focused on something, waiting for the perfect moment to lean in and “surprise bite” you. It’s his way of keeping things spontaneous and exciting.

- Your biting habit often catches Ben off guard in the best way. Whether it’s a gentle nip on his ear or a playful bite on his arm, he loves the unpredictability of it.

4. Protective Instincts:

- Despite his mischievous nature, Ben is very protective of you. If anyone ever mocks your biting habit, he’s quick to shut them down, making it clear that he loves you just the way you are.

- Your biting habit becomes a form of affectionate reassurance for Ben, reminding him that you’re always there and that your bond is strong.

Eyeless Jack

1. Calming Times:

- Your gentle bites become a calming thing for Jack. When he’s stressed from his medical tasks or haunted by memories of his past, your affectionate nibbles or gentle kisses help ground him.

- Jack appreciates the intimacy of your bites. They remind him that he’s not alone and that someone cares deeply for him, despite his monstrous appearance.

2. Quiet Affection:

- Jack isn’t one for grand displays of affection, but your bites fit perfectly with his understated nature. A soft bite on his shoulder while he’s reading or a gentle nip on his hand while you’re walking together speaks volumes to him.

- Your biting habit becomes a silent way to communicate your love, something Jack deeply values and reciprocates in his own quiet manner.

3. Medical Curiosity:

- Jack is curious about the physiological reasons behind your biting habit. When he asked you about it, you answered with “I just like doing it”, leading to him finding it fascinating and endearing.

- Sometimes, Jack will gently bite you back (bcs of his teeth), experimenting with different ways to reciprocate your affection while ensuring he's always gentle and caring.

4. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often spend time in abandoned places, enjoying the solitude. Your biting habit fits well with these quiet moments, adding a layer of comfort and intimacy to your explorations.

- Jack finds your bites reassuring, a reminder that even in the quietest, most desolate places, he has someone who understands and accepts him.

5. Late-Night Conversations:

- During your late-night conversations, you often kiss/nibble Jack’s hand or arm when he says something particularly insightful or touching. It’s your way of showing appreciation and connection without interrupting the flow of conversation.

- Jack has a dry sense of humor and occasionally teases you about your biting, calling you his “little predator” (which you send glares his way when he does so)with a rare, affectionate smile.

Jeff The Killer

1. Playful Defiance:

- Jeff is initially taken aback by your biting habit but quickly grows to enjoy it. Your playful defiance matches his chaotic energy, and he finds it both amusing and endearing.

- Your bites often lead to mock battles, with Jeff pretending to be “attacked” and dramatically retaliating with tickles or playful wrestling.

2. Boundary Testing:

- Jeff likes to push boundaries, and your biting habit becomes a game of who can surprise the other first. He’ll sneak up on you and pretend to bite you back, always keeping things lively and unpredictable.

- Despite his rough exterior, Jeff appreciates the unique way you show affection. It adds a sense of normalcy and connection in his otherwise tumultuous life.

3. Affection Amidst Chaos:

- In the midst of Jeff’s chaotic world, your biting habit becomes a source of stability. It’s a small, constant reminder that there’s something tender and real amidst all the violence and madness.

- Jeff might not say it outright, but your bites make him feel cared for in a way he hasn't experienced before. It's a comforting contrast to his usual interactions.

4. Protective Reactions:

- Jeff is fiercely protective of you, especially because of your biting habit. If anyone mocks or misunderstands it, he’s quick to defend you with his usual brashness.

- Your bites are a reminder to Jeff that he has someone who sees beyond his violent tendencies, someone who cares for the person he is underneath.

5. Unexpected Softness:

- Over time, Jeff becomes surprisingly soft when it comes to you. Your bites are the only form of physical contact he doesn’t recoil from, and he even starts to look forward to them.

- Jeff might occasionally let his guard down and return your bites, albeit clumsily, showing a rare moment of vulnerability and affection.

Jane The Killer

1. Soft Moments:

- Jane is initially wary of your biting habit, but she soon realizes it’s your way of showing affection. Over time, she grows to appreciate it, especially during quiet moments when you’re alone together.

- Your bites become a way to break through her emotional guard, reminding her that it's okay to feel and express love.

2. Tender Affection:

- Despite her tough exterior, Jane has a soft spot for you. Your gentle nibbles on her hand or shoulder are a reminder of the gentler side of life, something she often misses in her dark world.

- Jane reciprocates in her own way, sometimes brushing her fingers lightly across your skin or giving you a soft kiss in return.

3. Silent Communication:

- Your biting becomes a form of silent communication between you two. A gentle nip on her ear or arm tells Jane you’re there for her without needing words, which she finds comforting.

- In tense situations, a quick bite can calm Jane down, helping her focus and reminding her she’s not alone.

4. Protective Nature:

- Jane is highly protective of you, especially when she notices others reacting to your biting habit. She’s quick to defend your unique way of showing affection, ensuring no one misunderstands or disrespects you.

- Your bites become a symbol of trust and safety, reinforcing the bond between you two in a world full of danger and deception.

5. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often enjoy moments of solitude, where your biting habit fits perfectly. It’s a small, intimate act that brings comfort and closeness without needing to say much.

- Jane finds these moments soothing, a rare respite from her usual life of constant vigilance and danger.

Nina The Killer

1. Playful Affection:

- Nina loves your biting habit. It matches her nature, and she often initiates playful bite-fights, laughing as you both try to outdo each other.

- Your bites become a regular part of your interactions, a fun and affectionate way to express your feelings.

2. Cute Moments:

-She often teases you about being her “little biter” and encourages you to keep it up.

- Nina might respond with her own playful nibbles, turning it into a game that keeps both of you entertained and connected.

3. Mutual Protection:

- Nina is fiercely protective of you, especially because of your unique way of showing affection. She admires how unapologetically yourself you are and makes sure no one mocks or misunderstands your biting habit.

- Your bites remind Nina that she has someone who truly understands and accepts her, which is rare in her chaotic life.

4. Shared Excitement:

- Your biting habit fits perfectly with Nina’s love for excitement. It becomes a part of your shared adventures, adding an element of spontaneity and fun.

- Nina often initiates playful challenges, daring you to bite her in unexpected moments, making your relationship dynamic and full of surprises.

5. Comforting Presence:

- Despite her tough exterior, Nina finds your bites comforting. They remind her that she’s not alone and that someone genuinely cares for her.

- Your biting habit becomes a way to bring Nina back to reality when she's feeling overwhelmed, grounding her with a simple, affectionate act.

Homicidal Liu

1. Gentle Affection:

- Liu is initially surprised by your biting habit but quickly grows to appreciate it. Your gentle nibbles on his hand or arm are a welcome reminder of affection in his otherwise tumultuous life.

- He finds your bites soothing, a way to ground himself when he’s struggling with his internal conflicts.

2. Grounding Presence:

- Your bites become a grounding presence for Liu, especially during moments when he’s mentally battling with Sully or dealing with his PTSD. They remind him of your unwavering support and love.

- Liu appreciates how your bites help him stay connected to reality, offering a sense of stability amidst his emotional turmoil.

3. Silent Understanding:

- The two of you develop a silent understanding through your bites. A gentle nip on his shoulder or arm tells Liu that you’re there for him without needing words, which he finds comforting.

- In moments of distress, your bites become a way to reassure Liu that he’s not alone and that you’re always there to support him.

4. Protective Instincts:

- Liu is highly protective of you, especially because of your biting habit. He ensures no one mocks or misunderstands it, making it clear that it’s a special part of your relationship.

- Your bites symbolize trust and safety for Liu, reinforcing the bond between you two in a world full of danger and betrayal.

5. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often enjoy moments of quiet solitude, where your biting habit fits perfectly. It’s a small, intimate act that brings comfort and closeness without needing to say much.

- Liu finds these moments calming, a rare respite from his usual life of constant vigilance and danger. Your bites become a reminder of the love and trust you share, something he cherishes deeply.

Hope this was good enough!!

[stnkiconverse]

Hello!! I wanted to ask if you could do Jeff, Masky, Hoodie and Ben (adult/fandom version of Ben and all separated) how would they react if their love didn't like the smell of cigarettes? (Because from what I know they all smoke ;3)

That's it! I love your writings they are so good to read <3

Luv u ^^

Smoker Creeps x Reader who doesn’t like the smell of smoke/weed.

J E F F T H E K I L L E R (cigarettes & weed)

- Instantly defensive when you bring it up. Not because he cares that much, but because he hates being told what to do :3

- "Oh, you don't like it? Damn. That's crazy." Proceeds to light up anyway.

- Expect him to make it your problem for at least a while. Blows smoke near you just to see you react. "That bad, huh?" Grinning like an asshole (i hate him 😒/j)

- If you really press him about it, he gets irritated. "You're acting like I pissed on the floor or something."

- But over time? He starts adjusting slightly without making a big deal out of it :p

- Won't smoke directly around you.

- Steps outside more.

- Maybe switches to edibles instead of smoking weed if you really complain.

- If you ever joke that he already smells like blood and sweat without the cigarettes, he'll flip you off but secretly be self-conscious. Might start chewing gum more. (not that he'll admit it)

T I M / M A S K Y (only cigarettes)

- Doesn't react much.

- You tell him you hate the smell of cigarettes, and he just gives a neutral nod, and goes “Okay.”

- He's been smoking for years, He's not quitting, but he respects your space.

- Always smokes outside 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- Blows the smoke away from you. (If you’re near)

- If you mention it lingering on him, he washes his hands and changes shirts before coming near you (he hates doing it because it’s just giving you both more laundry to do, but he loves you 😫😫)

- The only time he gets annoyed is if you keep pushing him to quit. "I heard you the first time."

- If you're genuinely concerned for his health instead of just complaining, he might cut back a little :p

- He won't say anything about it, but you'll notice he smokes less often when you're around.

- If you say he tastes like an ashtray when he kisses you, he'll scoff but maybe pop in a mint next time. Maybe.

B R I A N / H O O D I E (cigarettes & weed)

- Smirks when you bring it up. "Damn. That's rough for you." Proceeds to exhale smoke dramatically (he’s so annoying >:(/j)

- Like Tim, he won't quit, but he won't push it on you either.

- Big on compromise. He's the type to be like, "Alright, I won't smoke inside if you stop giving me that look every time l smoke."

- If you hate the weed smell more than cigarettes, he'll just switch to edibles. "Doesn’t hit the same, but it’s more efficient."

- If you hate both, he sighs but starts covering the smell better.

- Sprays his hoodie more,

- Chews gum,

- & starts smoking outside.

- If you complain while he's high, he laughs his ass off. "You're literally mad at a plant right now."

B E N D R O W N E D (only weed)

- Fake betrayal. "Wait, you don't like the smell? Damn. Thought we were cool." Clutches chest dramatically (😒)

- Ngl- he's lazy as hell. He won't stop smoking weed, but he'll try to adjust in the easiest way possible.

- maybe opens a window,

- or uses a fan.

- Hotboxes his room instead of the whole house 😭😭

- If you really can't stand it, he might switch to edibles instead. But he's gonna complain.

- "Do you know how much more expensive these are?"

- "See what I do for you?" Says this while waving around his weed gummy.

- If you whine about it too much, he blows smoke in your face on purpose. "C'mon, it’s a plant."

- Laughing while you glare at him. (I’d break up w him right there 😭😭)

So basically:

- Jeff → Defensive at first, but low-effort adjustments over time. Won't quit but will smoke away from you more.

- Tim → Doesn't stop but respects your space. Only gets annoyed if you nag.

- Brian → Compromises easily, switches to edibles if needed. Still makes jokes about it.

- Ben → Lazy stoner behavior. Might swap to edibles, but expect complaints.

Sorry for making u wait so long 😔😔

Hope this was good enough tho!!

[stnkiconverse]

HI ITS YOUR GIRL SWANONNN

im interested in sum....enemies to lovers.... with toby....

-🦢

Enemies to Lovers - Ticci Toby x Proxy!Reader

- You and Toby are oil and water from the start. His sharp tongue and impulsiveness immediately put you on edge, while your no-nonsense attitude only fuels his irritation.

- He has a knack for throwing off your focus, his muttered sarcasm or outright refusal to collaborate during missions always sends your blood boiling.

- "For someone who talks so b-big, you're pretty bad at k-keeping up," he'd mock after outrunning you in the field.

- "And for someone who's so 'skilled’ you sure love making my job harder," you'd shoot back.

- The tension comes to a head during a high-stakes mission.
His recklessness forces you to cover for him, leaving you both bruised and pissed.

- You corner him afterward, chest heaving as you shout, "Do you even care that you almost got us both killed?!"

- Toby's jaw tightens, his usual smirk absent. "I didn't a-ask you to save me." His words sting, but his tone is more defensive than combative, like you've hit a nerve.

- After that mission, something shifts. You start noticing things about him you hadn't before, how his hands shake when he's still for too long or the way he fiddles with a small, battered notebook when he thinks no one's watching.

- One night, you find him sitting alone on the porch, hood pulled low as he stares at the stars.

- Instead of walking past, you sit down beside him. He doesn't look at you, but he doesn't move away either.

- "W-why do you care so m-much?" he asks quietly after a long silence.

- The vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard.

- Slowly, the hostility between you softens. Toby starts listening to you during missions (mostly 🥲), and you stop snapping at him over every little thing.

- He begins showing up in your space more often, dropping little jokes or leaning against the wall as if daring you to tell him to leave.

- You catch him sketching once, his natepad open to a rough but surprisingly detailed drawing of a bird. He notices you staring and slams it shut, cheeks flushing slightly. "W-what? Never seen someone d-draw before?"

- During another dangerous encounter, you get hurt protecting him. For once, Toby doesn't crack a joke or brush it off. Instead, he's frantic, hands clumsy as he tries to stop the bleeding.

- "Why the hell w-would you do t-that?" he demands, voice shaking. You can't tell if he's angry or scared.

- "Because l'm not going to let you get yourself killed," you reply, and for a moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable in his expression.

- After that, Toby becomes noticeably more protective. He doesn't say anything outright, but he's always nearby, watching your back during missions and lingering a little longer in your shared spaces.

- The teasing doesn't stop, but it changes, less biting, more playful. He starts calling you nicknames that are just annoying enough to make you roll your eyes but secretly make your chest tighten.

- One rainy evening, he invites you to sit with him on the porch.

- "Y-you're quieter than I thought you'd b-be," he says after a while, the corners of his lips twitching up in a small smile.

- It's not a grand, all-out moment, Toby isn't that kind of guy.

- Instead, it happens during a quiet night in the aftermath of another mission.

- "You kn-know," he says, not meeting your eyes as he fidgets with a loose thread on his sleeve, "y-you're not as bad as I th-thought."

- You laugh. "High praise coming from you."

- He finally looks at you, his expression unusually serious. "I mean it. You... you make all this c-crap a little easier to d-deal with."

- The kiss that follows is skeptical at first, as if neither of you can believe it's actually happening.

- But when he pulls back, there's a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart ache.

- Toby doesn't change totally, he's still brash, sarcastic, and occasionally infuriating.

- But he's also fiercely loyal, sticking close to you and showing his care in subtle ways, like leaving snacks outside your door or quietly patching you up after missions.

- "G-guess you're stuck with m-me now," he says one day, his smirk as annoying as ever.

- But the way he squeezes your hand tells you he means it in a way he doesn't know how to put into words.

SWANON IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING U WAIT THIS LONG😔😔

[stnkiconverse]

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*Dies*

Creepypasta and Gyaru

Random idea of the day

Jeff the Killer (or any creepypasta character) in a gyaru style

If anyone want to do it go ahead and make it

[stnkiconverse]

NSFW Jeff The Killer HCs

18+ under the cut

MDNI

- Rough as Hell.

- No mercy, Jeff is always aggressive, always fast-paced, and always looking to make a mess.

- He’s not graceful or smooth, he’s raw, primal, and reckless.

- It’s all about the feeling, not finesse.

- Biting, Scratching, and Bruises galore

- If you walk away without bite marks, and finger-shaped bruises on your hips, something is wrong.

- He leaves marks just to see them later, and if you complain, he’ll just smirk.

"You're acting like you don't love it."

- Hair pulling & head pushing.

- He gets off on control, so if you're going down on him, he's gripping your hair hard enough to sting, pulling you onto him, forcing you to take more than you can handle.

- If you gag? Even better.

"C'mon, don't stop now." He says as he pushes your head down further.

- Laughs when you glare up at him, fully aware of what he's doing 😭

- If he's eating you out? Sloppy, messy, and impatient.

- He's bad at it, but he doesn't care.

- He'll force your thighs apart, hold you down, and do it so aggressively that it doesn't matter if it's good, it's the intensity that gets you both off.

- DACRYPHILIA.

- Jeff lives for it when you're crying from pleasure, overstimulation, or even frustration.

- He thrives off that wrecked, desperate look 😼

- Won't stop just because you're shaking, if anything, that makes him go harder.

- If you're begging for a break, he drags it out. "One more. You can take it."

- Rare soft moments - 99% of the time, Jeff is ruthless. But that 1%? If you catch him in the right mood, he slows down :3

- Not much, not gentle, but there's less bite, more laziness, more drawn-out teasing.

- He won't say it, but you know when he's feeling softer because he actually kisses you for longer than two seconds.

"Don't get used to this," he mutters, but his grip isn't as harsh, his movements less rushed.

- It's bad and unpracticed because he doesn't do this often.

- Doesn't know what to do with praise😭😭

- If you moan his name or tell him he's doing good? He short-circuits for a second before going twice as hard to cover up his reaction.

- Aftercare is awkward, but It exists 🤷‍♀️

- If you're wrecked and half-conscious after he's done, he won't outright coddle you, but you'll notice he sticks around longer :333

- Carries you to the shower and leaves you alone to shower😭😭

- And then when your back in the room and ready to go to sleep, he throws a blanket over you instead of tucking you in 😭

- Grabs you water but doesn't say anything about it. (he’s so stupid i hate him 🥰)

"I'm not a fucking babysitter," he grumbles, even as he lets you rest against him.

SO BASICALLY:

Jeff is rough, impatient, and controlling.

Hair pulling, head pushing, and overstimulation are his go-to moves.

If you cry? He's into it. A lot.

Soft moments happen maybe once in a blue moon, and they're always clumsy and awkward 😭

Aftercare is messy and reluctant, but still there.

[stnkiconverse]

TOBY BEGGING FOR IT PLSPLSPLEASEPLEASE PLS PLES PLASE PELASE

Begging for it.

Ticci Toby x Reader

18+ under the cut, MDNI

As you take your shoes off at the door, he's already by your side, his slender fingers touching your pant leg, tracing along the seam.

He follows you into the house, his head down and imploring, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

He‘s waited all day for you to return home, his body buzzing with an impatient thirst only you can quench.

He pulls you onto the sofa, getting you to sit while he kneels in front of you.

"baby," he murmurs, his voice low and slightly desperate. "I missed you so much today. I couldn't think of anything…couldn’t focus on anything…”

He buries his face in your thigh, his nose nudging the material of your pants as he breathes in.

Your scent fills his senses, soothing the wild trembling of his muscles.

Toby gazes up at you, his puppy dog eyes wide and pleading, framed by long, dark lashes.

They shine with tears unshed, wordless appeals for your love and attention. "Please, baby," he whispers, his hand sneaking further up your thigh, curving around the swell of your ass. "I need you. I need to be near you, to lose myself in you."

He gets up slowly, his body pressed against yours, keeping you firmly but gently in place on the sofa. His hands find the button on your trousers, fumbling with it with shaking hands. "I promise I'll be gentle," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'll worship every inch of you, take my time, make you feel so good. Please, let me fuck you. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I need you."

His other hand slides under your shirt, stroking the smooth skin of your back, tracing down your spine.

He's not normally this forward, this desperate, but the thought of being inside you, of connecting with you on the most intimate level, is all he can focus on. The urge to take you, to possess you, is overwhelming.

Toby's breath catches as he looks at you, his eyes exploring yours, wordlessly pleading for your permission, your approval.

His heart pounds, a combination of nervousness and excitement, hoping, praying, that you'll say yes. He knows he has to be gentle, has to worship your body as it needs to be worshipped.

In this moment, you’re his whole world, his everything. And he just wants to show you how much you mean to him…

Smut isn’t my strong suit, and while it technically isn’t smut, I still struggled 😔.

Hope this was good enough tho!!!

[stnkiconverse]

hi! Can I pretty pls request a Jeff The Killer x Female reader

Childhood (teenagehood?) friends to lovers

I can see Jeff's parents going to church Sundays and putting Jeff and Liu in youth groups and such before any of the incidents

Maybe reader met Liu and Jeff there and they just clicked

Reader was put into youth group by their parents to "repent" but just became a bad influence on the brothers, nothing bad but more just sneaking off and stealing stuff

After everything went down, reader's parents forbad reader from talking to the two boys and moved away

Years later Jeff meets reader again who's now a nice well behaved (insert profession ig) and this time he gets to be the bad influence.

IM SORRY THIS WAS SUPER SPECIFIC

(If I can) CAN I BE 🐛 ANON

Bad Influence.

Jeff The Killer x Fem!Reader

You met Jeff and Liu in the last place anyone would have guessed, youth group at church.

Your parents dragged you there every Sunday, praying that if you were around God's eye more often, you'd "repent."

But you weren't interested in turning around— you were too busy sneaking out, stealing candy from the snack bar, and pushing the limits of what you could get away with.

That's where Jeff and Liu came into the picture.

The two brothers weren't interested in church, but their parents made them go anyway.

Liu followed the rules. Jeff didn't.

And when you saw him in the back row during Sunday school, bored out of his mind, flipping through a Bible like it was the most boring book on earth, you knew immediately, this kid was gonna be your partner in crime.

Liu was the "good" one. Always reminding you and Jeff to be careful, always reluctantly going with your schemes.

Jeff was another story. He was quick with a quip, had a self-satisfied smirk, and a knack for getting himself into trouble.

And you? You were the bad influence.

You were the one who taught them how to slip out of youth group unseen.

You were the one who dared Jeff to steal the pastor's wallet (he chickened out, but you still congratulated him for stealing candy instead).

You had been the one who talked them into skipping group prayer and sneaking around at the back of the church, smoking stolen cigarettes from your older cousin's stash.

Jeff had clicked with you immediately.

You didn't scare easily."You're a real piece of shit," Jeff had once said, grinning as you stuffed stolen snacks into your backpack. "And you love it," you'd retorted.

And he did.

The three of you were inseparable. Until it all came crashing down.

Jeff's change. After the attack.

You didn't know all the facts, only rumors, whispers, something about a fight, a fire,

a face that would never be the same again.

Liu was taken away. Jeff disappeared.

Your parents didn’t tell you much. Didn’t want you involved.

All you understood was that one morning, Jeff was not there anymore.

No longer stealing food, no longer skipping youth group, no longer whispering snarky jokes under his breath while you attempted not to laugh too loudly.

And then you heard about it.

A house fire. A murder. Jeff had killed his parents and disappeared.

Your parents told you never to mention his name again. They didn't care that you used to be friends, that he was your partner in crime, that you had shared years of struggle and laughter. They only cared that he was a killer.

And you? You were pulled out of that town so fast, you barely had time to process it.

You spent years trying to forget. Trying to leave that part of your life behind.

And then, one night, he came back.

Life had continued. You had continued.

You had a good job, a quiet existence, a routine that worked. No sneaking out, no crazy games, no stupid challenges. You had left it all behind.

Until the night you saw him.

It was close to midnight.

You'd lingered at the hospital too late, the sidewalks empty as you made your way home. Your skin crawled, a creepy feeling of being watched.

And then, a voice.

"Long time no see, angel."

You froze. Because that voice? You knew it.

Your body reluctant to turn, throat tight as you held your breath.

Under the halo-like glow of the lone streetlight nearby stood Jeff.

Taller. Older. Different.

His skin was pale, his face unnervingly weird, still attractive, just…different, stretched into something unnatural, but his grin?

That sharp, cocky grin? That was still the same.

It all hit you in the face at once.

Jeff wasn't dead.

And worse, he was here for you.

You barely had time to react before he was in front of you, too fast, too silent, like he had just materialized out of the dark.

"Surprised?" he said, his head cocked to one side. "Yeah, you and me both. Thought I was dead too, for a while there."

"Jeff…" Your voice struggled. It was like it couldn't possibly work. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He laughed. "What? No 'holy shit, I missed you'? No big dramatic hug?"

You weren't sure whether to run or punch him in the face.

"You were dead," you forced out at last, your heart thudding.

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm a stubborn bastard. Who knew?" He grinned wider. "Miss me?"

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to leave you alone.

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to go away. But something about the way he looked at you, like he knew you, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him, made you hesitate.

That was when it clicked, he wasn't here by accident.

"You were looking for me." No question.

The smirk on Jeff's face held strong. "Thought it was my turn to be the bad influence."

Your heart skipped a beat.

All those years, you'd been the wild one, the one drawing him into trouble. But this time? Now, he was the danger.

And to make matters worse? You had no idea whether you wanted to walk away or not.

Jeff did not disappear after that night. He lingered around.

He found you when you were walking home, slipping out of the shadows with a grin and a new story to tell.

He showed up outside your apartment, just standing there like some nightmare version of an old friend, waiting for you to let him in.

You weren't stupid.

You knew who he was.

You knew the stories, the warnings, the blood that dragged behind him.

But you know Jeff, too.

And that piece of you— the crazy one, the part of you which had always sought danger, the part you'd spent so many years trying to suppress— came alive again.

Jeff brought you back into the world you had left behind.

Stolen shit from convenience stores. Sneaking into places you shouldn’t be.

Running through the city at night, laughing like kids again— though now there was something darker underlying.

He was evil, but he was yours.

He dragged you into the dark, but he never let anyone else touch you. If anyone even looked at you sideways?

Poof.

Gone.

"You're gonna get me in trouble," you told him one night.

He grinned. "Yeah? Feels kinda nice, doesn't it?" And maybe it did.

Maybe you'd played good, quiet, and stable your whole life.

Maybe you'd tried so hard to fit into a life that never fit into you.

And maybe, just maybe, Jeff wasn't the only bad influence here. Because when he looked at you, grinning like the devil, eyes filled with the same chaotic fire you had once known so well—

You didn't run.

You smiled back.

AHHHHH I LOVE SPECIFIC ASKS!!!!

I don’t rlly like this but I hope you do!!!

[soaplickerrr]

Accidentally Coincidental

CHAPTER 12 (click pictures for better quality)

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a/n: updates will be slow, i'm working on a pretty long fic on my side blog.

pairing: Idol!Kim Seungmin x Fem!College Student!Reader

genre: contemporary romance

SMAU

synopsis: Y/N, a regular college student accidentally texts Seungmin, a star in the K-pop group Stray Kids while trying to text her Ex, Soonyoung to come pick up his things, leading to an unexpected connection that blossoms into a heartfelt romance.

ignore time stamps, dates (other than the ones mentioned during texting) and typos

THERES A WRITTEN PART, DO NOT JUST SCROLL THROUGH THE PICS!

Seungmin leaned back against the couch in the dorm's living room, scrolling through his phone while Han and Felix' voices echoed around him (Chan and Han are visiting).

He knew it was only a matter of time before someone brought it up—the picture Han had sent earlier in the group chat.

Sure enough, Han entered the room with a smug grin, holding his phone like a prize.

"So," Han started, his voice dripping with mischief, "did lunch go well, Romeo?"

Seungmin barely looked up. "It was fine, thanks for asking."

"Fine?" Han pressed, plopping down beside him. "That didn't look like fine. You looked like you were on cloud nine. And walking her back to the editing department? Very gentlemanly of you."

Felix, who was lounging on the other side of the room, chimed in. "I thought you said you were too busy for this kind of thing. Guess Y/N is the exception?"

Seungmin sighed, finally putting his phone down. "You guys are exhausting."

Bang Chan appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "Cut him some slack. It's not every day Seungmin willingly spends his lunch break with someone other than us."

"Exactly," Han said, leaning forward dramatically. "Which is why we need details! Is this serious? Are we getting wedding invites soon?"

Seungmin groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No one's getting wedding invites. We're just… getting to know each other. That's all."

"But you like her," Felix said, his tone more sincere now.

Seungmin was taken aback, his sarcasm faltering for a moment. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "I do. But I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't make a big deal out of it."

"Alright," Bang Chan said with a nod. "We'll tone it down. Just don't mess it up, okay?"

Seungmin smirked, his confidence returning. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

Chan puts his hands up in defense "I believe you. Also, that’s not a word, Han."

“What?” Han looked up from his phone.

“Gentlemanly isn’t a word.” Chan said, walking back to the kitchen to finish putting the dishes away.

- - -

You were midway through reviewing a batch of footage when your phone buzzed on the desk beside you. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, you opened the notification.

You blinked, rereading the message. Dinner? At the dorm? The idea made your pulse quicken. You hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

- - -

You smiled, the excitement bubbling beneath your nerves.

By the time you arrived at the dorm, the sun had started to set, casting a warm, orange glow over the city.

Seungmin greeted you at the door, his usual sarcastic grin firmly in place.

"Perfect timing," he said, stepping aside to let you in. "You get to help me not burn the kitchen down."

You had raised an eyebrow, slipping off your shoes. "So, you don't actually know how to cook? Thought it was just an act for lives."

"I know enough," he replied, leading you to the kitchen. "Besides, cooking's more fun with company."

You two had worked side by side, chopping vegetables and debating over how much seasoning was too little and too much.

Seungmin's confidence in the kitchen quickly wavered as he overcooked the rice, but his commentary kept you laughing the whole time.

"You know," you teased, stirring the pan of chicken, "for someone who claims to be talented, you're not doing much."

"I'm supervising," he shot back, leaning against the counter with a smirk. "And you're doing great."

"Uh-huh," you replied, rolling your eyes but smiling anyway.

The meal finally came off all right, considering the hiccups throughout the operation.

You sat opposite each other at the small table in the kitchen.

The simple dinner felt weirdly more special than any nice restaurant could have managed to make it.

The conversation, as you ate, moved from light banter to something a bit more personal.

"Do you always make time for things like this?" you asked, nodding toward the table.

Seungmin shook his head, his expression softening. "Not really. Life moves too fast most of the time. But… I guess I'm trying to make more time for things that matter."

The weight of his words hung in the air as they swelled your heart.

"I'm glad you did," you said in a hushed tone.

He looked into your eyes, for once not smirking but something softer. "Me too."

The silence between you was a comfortable one, the type that didn't need to be filled.

The sound of the opening front door shattered that silence, and Seungmin slumped. "Of course."

Before you could ask, Han's voice boomed from the hallway. "Seungmin! Did you make enough for us, or is this a private dinner?"

Seungmin groaned, muttering, "Why are they like this?"

Felix poked his head into the room, grinning when he saw you. "Oh, hi, Y/N!"

Han followed, smirking. "See, I told you she'd show up again."

Seungmin stood, blocking their view of you. "Don't you guys have somewhere else to be?"

"Nope, we already dropped Chan off," Han replied cheerfully. "But don't mind us. We'll leave you two lovebirds alone…for now."

Seungmin shot you an apologetic look as they retreated to Felix's room, still laughing.

As the evening wore on, Seungmin walked you to the door, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Sorry about them," he said, his voice low. "They don't know when to stop."

You smiled, brushing it off. "It's fine. They're funny."

The tension that lay between you both swelled in the silence; for what felt like an eternity, neither of you spoke, finally, Seungmin leaned closer, his look all hesitant and hopeful "Thanks for coming tonight. I know it wasn't exactly Michelin-star dinner, but-"

"It was perfect," you manage, soft.

His lips fold into a small smile. You lean in before any more rational thoughts can interfere with your actions and press a soft, delicate kiss to his lips.

It was quick but enough to render both of you a little breathless.

Seungmin blinked, frozen for a moment before a soft laugh escaped him.

"You really like catching me off guard, don't you?"

"Maybe," you said, smiling as you stepped back.

"Wish I could drive you back." He softly says, looking into your eyes.

"Can't risk us getting caught can we?Goodnight, Seungmin." You replied.

"Goodnight," he said, his voice warm.

I hate this :3

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[stnkiconverse]

alright, toby request it is since you asked

what are his thoughts on valentines day candies?

i personally love the chalk hearts lol

Toby’s thoughts on Valentine’s Day candy.

- Chocolate? Absolutely.

- The man has no self-control when it comes to chocolate, especially around Valentine’s Day 😭😭

- For the first couple days, he’s eating piece after piece, stuffing his pockets with whatever he can grab 😼

- Then he crashes.

- Cue Toby, curled up in his room, groaning about how he’s dying and swearing he’ll never touch chocolate again.

“I’m serious this time—if you see me eating chocolate, slap it outta my hands.”

(You do not take this seriously, because you know damn well he’ll be doing it again next year.)

- Fast forward 365 days? Yeah, he’s doing it again.

- Conversation hearts? Immediate disgust. The first time he tried one, he nearly spat it out on the floor.

- The texture alone makes him physically cringe, and the taste? Weird as hell.

- Avoids them like the plague.

- If someone offers him one, he’ll look at them like they just tried to poison him.

- “Why do people eat these? Who decided this was candy? Who the fuck likes these?”

- Reese’s? Absolutely not. Peanut butter and chocolate is a crime to him. And he already fucking despises peanut butter.

- He tried it once, gagged, and has refused to touch it since.

- “You might as well just eat peanut butter straight from the jar. Actually, no, don’t do that—that’s fucking nasty.” (he’s right.)

- If you try to sneak it into his candy stash, he will throw it back at you.

- Caramel-filled chocolates? (Twix, heart shaped caramel filled chocolate, etc.) The only exception to his “no more chocolate” rule.

- If there’s caramel inside, all bets are off.

- You’ll still find him eating caramel chocolate weeks after Valentine’s Day 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- He stocks up like it’s a survival necessity😭

- “Okay, but this is different. This is caramel. It doesn’t count.”

- You will never catch him throwing these out. Ever.

- Sour Patch Kids (Valentine’s Edition)? Instant win.

- If you give him a little Valentine’s pack of Sour Patch Kids, you are immediately his favorite person.

- He loves sour candy, and the Valentine’s ones are smaller, which means he can eat an entire pack in like, a minute.

- If you give him a bunch, expect to hear him snacking on them late at night, probably while pacing around his room.

- “This is and caramel chocolates are the only Valentine’s candies that actually matter. You did good.”

SO BASICALLY:

Chocolate? Yes, but with no self-control.

Conversation hearts? Disgusting, get them away.

Reese’s? A personal attack.

Caramel chocolates? A gift from the gods.

Sour Patch Kids? Best candy ever.

I’m very biased and I genuinely think he would behave like this towards the candy 😭😭

(it’s how I act towards the candy😭)

nothing personal, but conversation hearts ARE NASTY.

and i’m not trying to yuck anyones yum, but peanut butter is NAWT something I can get behind 😭😭

[stnkiconverse]

Hello! I would appreciate it if you wrote Toby's reaction upon seeing his partner (dead for whatever reason you choose) come back from the dead as a ghost after months, without remembering anything. It's something I like to roleplay with on C.AI.

Thank you

Gone.

Ticci Toby x Dead!Partner!Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst???

Toby didn't think something was wrong when he came home. Just another mission, another night of blood, exhaustion, and trying to not worry too much about how numb he felt.

But then he opened your and his shared room door and the air didn't feel right. Too still. Too silent. Like there was something missing.

And thenhe saw you.

Your body wasn't hot when he brushed against it.

It wasn't cold, either.

Just—empty.

Like everything that made you had already left.

No blood, no violent scene, just you, dead, unmoving.

He dropped to his knees next to you, fingers hovering but not touching.

He couldn't.

If he touched you, it would be real.

His breath halted. His fingers convulsed uncontrollably. His tics struck him full-blown, angular, jerky snapping of his shoulders and neck, his throat made a choked sound as he fought to keep up with what he was seeing. What he wasn't seeing.

This didn't happen. This couldn't happen.

He let out a hollow, strangled laugh, gripping his hair. “Hah— okay, okay, real funny, you can stop now—”

But you didn't so much as stir. Breathe.

The world went fuzzy, but he had no idea if it was from the way his head spun or if he was actually crying. He didn't know until he felt the wetness in his palms. He shook you more forcefully once, twice.

"Wake up."

Again. Again.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Nothing. Nothing.

Toby couldn't remember how long he sat there, how long he stared at you, waiting for something, anything to change. It never changed.

Your body wasn't your body anymore. It was a body.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he felt more alone than ever.

Toby barely left his room.

People noticed, sure, but no one really bothered him about it. He was a loner to begin with, but now? Now, he was silent. Withdrawn in a way that wasn't just him not liking crowds— it was like he didn't even exist.

The sketch pad he never left behind, the pages previously covered in doodles and sketches and little comments in the margins about you were blank. He hadn't even opened it since you died.

He talked to you too, sometimes. At night, when he was alone, lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling like if he stared hard enough, he'd see you again. He said things under his breath into the void, voice cracked and rough.

"I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do now."

"This is fucking bullshit, y'know. I didn't even get to say anything."

“You should be here. You‘re supposed to be here.”

Sleep refused to arrive.

It never would, but whenever he closed his eyes, he saw only you.

The second he realized you were dead. The discovery of your body.

The failure to say goodbye. His own voice crying out your name, over and over, as though perhaps doing so could retract something.

On certain evenings,he was sure he felt you there.

Swore he heard the sound of footsteps when nobody else was there. But each time he turned, you weren't present.

Because you were gone.

It happened on one of those nights—one where he was too exhausted to sleep, too alert to rest, too weary to go on but couldn't stop going on either.

He sat outside, hood pulled up around his face, sitting on the porch steps, simply existing.

And then he felt it.

That feeling. The one he'd experience when he turned around, knowing that he'd find you smiling at him.

His breath caught in his throat. He slowly rolled his head to the side, hesitantly, as though if he turned too fast, it would shatter whatever moment this was.

And then, he saw you.

Standing there, looking at him like he was just some other stranger.

For an instant, his mind didn't work. It wouldn't. His body moved ahead of him, standing up on shaking legs. You were there. You were- you were-

But something was wrong.

You seemed the same, yet not the same. Ghostly translucent. Glittering with a supernatural light. Your face was blank, curious, but hollow. No recognition. No welcome.

"Y/N…?" His voice was gruff, cracking, hardly above a whisper. As if saying your name too loudly would make you disappear.

You blinked. Tilted your head to the side. "Who's that?"

His stomach dropped.

Everything inside him stopped.

The seconds dragged on too long, too heavy, too suffocating. His mind was racing, trying to catch up, trying to piece it together, trying to make it make sense.

And then, you spoke again, voice soft, distant. "Do I…know you?"

Something in him broke.

There was a choked, snickering laugh. His fingers quivered, coiling into fists on either side of him. "Oh—oh, that's rich- that's really fucking funny—"

You simply stood there. Confused. Like you didn't know him anymore.

Like you'd never even met him.

The weight of it hit all at once. You were here—but not really. You weren’t you. Not his you.

Something in his chest contorted so fiercely it was as if he couldn't breathe. His throat burned. His eyes stung. His tics struck him full-force, cruel jerks of his head, his fingers convulsing against the fabric of his hoodie.

You were right here. And he'd lost you all over again.

I surprisingly rlly like this :D!!

I hope you like it as much as I do!!!

[stnkiconverse]

hai!!! may i request toby with a reader who has a Very obvious crush on him??? who always does stuff for him and acts sort of like a loyal dog?? not in a super intense way tho...

Tysm!! i love ur writing a lot. have a good day / night ^_^

Toby x Reader with an obvious crush!! (thx for liking my writing!!)

Reader’s Behavior:

1. Acts of Service:

- You’re always doing little things for Toby—bringing him snacks, tidying up his room, and making sure he has everything he needs for missions.

- He notices how you go out of your way to ensure he’s comfortable and well taken care of, often before he even realizes what he needs.

2. Loyalty and Support:

- You’re incredibly loyal, always there to listen to him vent about his frustrations or to provide a calming presence when his tics are particularly bad.

- Your unwavering support and loyalty don’t go unnoticed, and Toby secretly finds it comforting to have someone who’s always on his side.

3. Affectionate Gestures:

- You frequently give Toby small, affectionate gestures like patting his shoulder, offering a warm smile, or even playfully ruffling his hair.

- Although you’re careful not to overstep his boundaries, your affection is clear in every little action.

Toby’s Reaction:

4. Confusion and Denial:

- Initially, Toby is confused by your obvious crush. He’s not used to receiving such genuine affection and loyalty, so he tries to dismiss it as simple kindness.

- Despite his confusion, he finds himself looking forward to your presence and the little things you do for him.

5. Growing Awareness:

- Over time, Toby becomes more aware of your feelings. He starts to notice the way you look at him, the slight blush that creeps up your cheeks when he’s near, and the extra effort you put into making him happy.

- He begins to realize that your actions go beyond mere friendship, and it makes him both nervous and oddly happy.

6. Internal Struggle:

- Toby struggles with his own feelings in response to your obvious crush. He’s not sure if he deserves your affection or if he can handle being in a relationship given his past and his disorders.

- Despite his reservations, he can’t deny the warmth and comfort he feels when you’re around.

Developing Feelings:

7. Softening Up:

- Toby starts to soften towards you, allowing himself to be more open and vulnerable. He appreciates your loyalty and the genuine care you show him.

- He starts to reciprocate your affectionate gestures in small ways, like brushing his hand against yours or giving you a rare, genuine smile.

8. Protectiveness:

- Toby becomes increasingly protective of you, not wanting anyone or anything to hurt you. Your loyalty and affection make him feel responsible for your safety and happiness.

- He often finds himself going out of his way to ensure you’re safe, whether it’s accompanying you on errands or standing up for you when others are being harsh.

Realization and Acceptance:

9. Mutual Understanding:

- One day, Toby finally confronts his feelings and your obvious crush. He awkwardly admits that he’s noticed your affection and, despite his initial confusion, he’s grown to care for you deeply.

- You both have a heartfelt conversation about your feelings, and Toby admits that he’s scared but willing to give it a try because you make him feel seen and valued.

10. Growing Closer:

- After acknowledging your feelings for each other, you and Toby grow even closer. Your relationship evolves from one-sided crush to a mutual bond filled with affection and understanding.

- Toby still struggles with his past trauma, but with you by his side, he feels more capable of facing his demons. Your loyalty and love become his anchor, helping him navigate the complexities of his life.

Hope this was good enough!!

[stnkiconverse]

you’re going to do it, and you’re getting away with it. you know that.

Echoes in the Static M.List

genre: psychological horror (in a way), creepypasta, supernatural thriller (in a way)

pairing: Jeff The Killer x Reader

(originally meant to be Ticci Toby x Reader, but ya’ll voted against it 😔)

chapter count: 12/?

content warnings: echoes in the static contains scenes and themes that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers, including: graphic violence and murder, mental illness and psychological distress, suicide and self-harm, domestic abuse and strong language.

Reader discretion is advised.

do not repost my work anywhere, I only post in Tumblr.

chapter 1 - The calm before the storm.

chapter 2 - The Plan.

chapter 3 - The Execution.

chapter 4 - Hiding.

chapter 5 - Urge.

chapter 6 - Deepening.

chapter 7 - Thrill.

chapter 8 - Move.

chapter 9 - Unwanted Visitor.

chapter 10 - Still Here.

chapter 11 - Chosen.

chapter 12 - Advancement.

chapter 13 - The Day Before Your Life Officially Ends.

[stnkiconverse]

C R I M I N A L

- Jeffrey Woods x Reader

“I know well that you’re bad for me (Ooh)

Your eyes and the way you move (Ooh)

I try to get away from you, oh

But being brainwashed, all I can do is nod.”

It was as if the night held its breath as Jeff stepped out of the dark, a wide grin spreading, eyes glinting under the pale moon, fluid moves that made your stomach churn in ways it shouldn't.

He didn't ask if you wanted to follow him, he didn't have to. His hold on your wrist was firm but weirdly calm, as if he knew already that you wouldn't fight. As if he knew that you were already his.

"You don't belong here," he said, tugging you further into the maze of alleys. Yet, something in his eyes told you he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

And when he finally did, it wasn't to talk. Instead, he turned you to face him, his hand sliding to your chin. The tip of his knife followed, angling your face upwards as he studied you like you were some piece of wood to be whittled into shape.

You can't speak, can't move; you’re caught somehow, some force holding you still.

"Why can't I get away?" you thought as he led you away.

- -

“I don’t hate how your words make my feet entangled and dance

‘Cause I don’t want to deny the truth

That it was destined to be you from the beginning.”

You’re back to walking.

Jeff moved smoothly, almost elegantly, guiding you around like a puppet on strings. You did stumble a little, but his hand on your wrist held you straight, tightening as you misstepped.

Your footsteps echoed off the emptiness, but there was no rhythm, just confusion. Still, you followed his lead, your body responding to his actions when your mind screamed at you to stop.

When he finally stopped, pulling you close, the cold press of his knife sent a jolt through your spine. It wasn't cutting, just intimidating, teasing.

His free hand stroked your cheek and trailed down your throat. For a moment, you thought that he might hold you there; instead, he lifted your chin with the flat of his blade.

He stared down at you, his grin sharp and unrelenting. From his gaze, you finally gathered: this was a game you couldn't win.

- -

“So elegant, a criminal who hurts me

It’s okay, you soothe me just to torture me again

Ooh, I’m on a leash called you

It’s painful as much as I can’t breathe but also magnificent.”

It wasn't freedom Jeff offered when he finally let you go; it was the leash.

You stumbled backward, but he followed, his footsteps slow and deliberate, overwhelming. You told your legs to run, but something in the way he moved kept you there.

He came to a stop infront you, turning you around, his breathing a ghost over your shoulder. His knife, tucked into his pocket now, was replaced by his fingers trailing light up your arm.

"Addicted to this," his actions whispered.

He turned you back around, shifting to crouch in front of you, lowering himself down so that you had no choice but to look at him. Then he took your hand, turning your palm up, his fingertips tracing over skin in gentle strokes leaving goosebumps along your arms.

He returned the tip of the knife against your palm and drew another shallow line that didn't break skin.

"Already infected by your touch." you thought as he leaned in, his breath caressing your hands.

- -

“My heart with an open wound is already full of your fingerprints

My hands holding yours that stabbed me are not clean either.”

He got back up. His hand never left yours as he pulled you closer, the surrounding darkness suddenly feeling more intense.

Saying nothing, he slipped the handle of his knife into your hand.

"Do it," his silent command implored.

You locked your gaze on the blade as your heart pounded in your ears. Jeff's smile relaxed but not the stare in his eyes.

"You can stop this," his actions seemed to say, stepping closer, pressing the tip of the knife against his chest.

But you couldn't. The knife slipped from your fingers, falling to the ground.

Jeff laughed, a low, dark sound, as he pulled you into his arms.

"Destroyed completely," His touch promised.

- -

“So elegant, a criminal who destroys me

Not okay, I try and shake my head

Ooh, but I’m only getting dragged in more deeply

I don’t want to get away, destroy me completely.”

When you finally walked away, the world outside felt too bright, too loud. Every step felt like dragging yourself through quicksand, the weight of what had happened pressing against your chest.

But even as you left, you could feel the invisible rope tying you to him. It wasn't something you could break, no matter how far you ran.

"You'll be back," the leash whispered.

And you knew it was right.

Hi :3

I’m so sorry, I’ve been neglecting you guys since Halloween 😭😭

I was listening to Taemin and my mind immediately drifted to Jeff :3