#tim can't look brian in the eye for days after this

[limeartichoke]

brim mini comic - in which brian is impulsive, drunk & stupid

[realjbguys]

marble hornets au about Jay coming back to life after being dead for like 5 years

that's been stuck in my head for days that's based kinda off a rp and its honestly isn't a great au, but it's brainrot as of rn so hear my yapping.

long writing ahead so beware

An au where Tim moved moved away after the marble hornets chaos. Brian is alive cause i said so. Tim and Brian moved in together. They were getting over it, getting better, healing their traumas.

BUT...... Jay Merrick.. the guy who Tim KNOWS died all those a few years ago is back. Tim, for a while, doesn't believe that the figure he sees randomly outside his windows or randomly on the edge of the treeline could be a dead guy. Hell, for a reasonable amount of time, he believes it's a hallucination until Brian agrees he also sees whoever it is. Neither of them knew who it was, until Brian goes out to finally figure out who the stalker 'really' is. Because they probably believed they were both having a shared hallucination.

Until Brian came back into the cabin one day with a Jay, looking like a sad wet cat. Bro looks like hes been through hell and back. Hair is greasy and a mess, clothes look old and worn, but most concerning?

While Tim and Brian were older than they looked 5 years after the incidents of marble hornets, Jay doesn't look any older than how he looked 5 years ago. He looks unchanged. If you choose to ignore the mess he looks like now, that is.

Tim isn't too happy about Jay being alive again. He has a bit of a grudge, but a part of him is glad he is alive and doing (not really at ALL) well. While Brian is trying to keep it positive.

After a while, the two agree that jay looks awful, even though they agreed way before the conversation began. Brian agrees to wash Jay off since he looks like a pathetic wet cat.

While brian was about to wash Jay off, cleaning him up, washing his hair, he noticed almost immidietly one thing was wrong, the bullet wound that killed him? The wound that should've at least scarred up after 5 years?

It's still there. Unhealed and disgusting in all its grossness. He tells Tim quickly and then patches up the wound on jay.

Tim and Brian get Jay to wear some of their old clothes that no longer fit either of them anymore. They were going to get rid of them, maybe donate them to Goodwill, but they can't do that now, since Jay needs new clean clothes, and since Tim doesnt have much enough money to buy the guy new clothes.

After a good week or two of Jay staying with the two, he wasn't acting quite right. Brian was the first to really notice. The way Jay barely ate much, how he rarley spoke, how he didn't have any much of that sparkle of life in his eyes anymore. Like he wasn't all fully there anymore. Brian brought it up to Tim, which was also a bit concerned for the younger guy.

AND THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR THIS AU. WROTE THIS AT 11AM SO IDK IF IT'S GREAT OR NOT.

let me know if i should add onto this!!!

i hope the au keeps yall up at night as well.

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

Found

Character: Tim Wright/Masky from Marble Hornets

Summary: You might have let your memory grow distant, but he never did. Despite everything, he still remembers. And now he has found you again.

Warnings: yandere character; description of violence and blood; death;

  This wasn't meant to happen.

  There's blood on your hands, on your shirt, pooling on the floor. Staining you. Staining him.

  Just a few days ago, this moment would have been inconceivable to you. He had barely even been on your mind then, just a rather distant memory from your college days, back when you had been roped into helping your friend Alex around the set for his student film project. Well, your involvement had been more out of a mix of convenience on his part and curiosity on yours, but still, it had been a long enough involvement for you to get to know his impromptu film crew a bit.

  And him, well... He was in a similar situation. Being convinced to participate in the movie's production only due to the insistence of his friend Brian and equal amount of convenience for Alex. 

  You admit, you remember the times you all spent together as a group more than you remember the individual people. But they are memories you hold some endearment towards. Even after Alex started to act strange, even after the crew started to fall apart, even after this strange cough started to cling to you ever since you walked out of their set for the last time. You thought you wouldn't remember him much. A face blurred with others you both spent not that much time with.

  But then. Somehow, years later when you started to catch vague shapes following you from the corner of your eye...

  They felt familiar.

  It started a few months ago. You started to feel watched. Followed. And, with a certain flimsy optimism and some reassurance from your roommate, you tried your best to not pay much attention to the feeling. You're just tired, life's been hectic, you should get some sleep. And you're obviously sick! Why else would your coughing fits have gotten worse and more frequent?

  But then you couldn't ignore it anymore. You had started to see its... Face? Whenever you looked over your shoulder as you walked back from work, whenever you looked out a window. It followed you home.

  Its build, the posture, the mannerisms. You knew it. You knew him.

  When you finally got a proper look at him, he was crouching in a corner of your room. Wearing a mask and a strange blot of darkness that shrouded him almost as if it had a mind of its own. And you called him by name like it had been on the tip of your tongue for years.

  "Tim...?"

  What happened next was so fast it became a blur, the only remaining image in your mind was that of his abrupt movements, and the panic as he tackled you to the ground. There had been someone- no, something else in the room too. A presence you didn't and still don't want to understand. 

  You remember screaming too. But, as you finally came to and woke up in an unfamiliar place, you quickly realised that the screaming might have not even been from you.

  And so you're finally back to the present, stained with blood belonging to the corpse on the corner of this abandoned building. You barely recognised them as your roommate. 

  And there he was as well, clinging to you like he's somehow trying to reassure you, or maybe even himself, that everything would be fine.

  He wasn't talking. And for a moment, you wondered if he even could, with the way he sounded so out of breath and pained. Like he was struggling against something.

  You quickly find out what.

  You feel it, but at first you don't see it. The masked man covers your head in a movement that makes you jolt, thinking he was planning on hurting you. But he doesn't. Instead you start having a shortness of breath as he clings to you like his life depends on it.

  You can't stop yourself from violently coughing, whatever is currently happening does not spare either of you.

  Something shifts in this dilapidated place, feeling like it's somehow violently scratching inside your head. You catch a quick glimpse of an impossibly tall "person" in the corner where the corpse of your friend lays, its limbs as if they have been grotesquely stretched. 

  You wish you hadn't. It felt like death. It looked like it, too.

  But it disappeared as quickly as it had manifested in your vision, leaving behind a feeling of dread and emptiness like you never felt in your life.

  The masked man wheezes in pain, but still refuses to let go of you. As he starts to stumble himself into a standing position while dragging you along to stand as well, you notice it.

  Something's missing.

  The body. The body is gone.

  He grabs your face and abruptly forces you to look away from the corner of the room and instead at him. The mask he's wearing does not help with the way you're shaking, but his eyes look so, so familiar. You almost felt inclined to trust him.

  Little do you know how long he has been looking for you. How long he has watched, how long he waited to get rid of that obstacle that lived with you and whose stupidity and naiveté could put you in danger. And look at what just happened.

  Now that he has you, he can help you. He can, he can, he promises he can. And he'll be damned if you're going anywhere that isn't with him.

 Your eyes widen as he pulls something out of his pocket and clumsily flips it open. A switch blade, serving clearly as a warning. He brings it closer to your face, eyes darting to read your reaction, and then motions with his head as if to tell you to follow him.

  You're both still pretty shaken up, but you choose to not try your luck. Instead you nod and he immediately starts dragging you, guiding you out of this abandoned building with the alarming precision of someone who's very familiar with the layout.

  You don't know where he's taking you, but you have a feeling you're not coming back home.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Another round of random creep headcanons

Because I'm not in a productive headspace and still want to write new content

Jane and Jeff while working under Slender have a truce, and while they definitely aren't friends and don't have the best relationship, there is one topic in which Jane will broach with him regularly; hair care products. Jeff has some of the best hair in the mansion (even to the extent that Jason asks him what products he uses), and so Jane, who is on a never-ending journey to be the most stylish person in the mansion, one day caved and asked him what his hair care routine was. Jeff was baffled and shocked about the whole thing, but now it's become routine that whenever he tries something new that works, he tells her about the product. Sometimes he gets her her own as a gift, but Jane gets too self-conscious about receiving gifts from him, so she always gets him a gift of equal value. 

Brian got Tim to start doing face masks. Brian has always taken good care of his skin, and he finds the prospect of face masks to be very relaxing, so he's gotten Tim to start doing them as well, and much to Tim's chagrin, his skin is looking and feeling better than ever, and it is actually an incredibly relaxing way to spend your time. The others used to tease him for it, but having your ass beat by a hunky, angry man with a face mask is an experience you find hard to forget, so everyone started leaving him alone about it. You'll find him relaxing next to Brian, face mask on, eyes closed, iced sweet tea in hand, just calming down after a long day. People still can't help but chuckle at him for it though, considering he looks like such a dad while he's doing it. 

Liu and Slender have overtaken the mansion with their Plant DadTM habits. Slender has an incredibly huge garden surrounding the mansion that he's worked on so hard over the years, and Liu shares the same aspirations for plants, with his bedroom being completely decked out in a variety of plants, but now the two of them have combined and decorated the rest of the mansion in plants as well. Flowers, indoor trees, succulents, cacti, any type of plant you can imagine, they have it somewhere in the mansion. They both split duties on caring for them, and all of the plants are flourishing wonderfully, and they honestly do bring a lot of life into the mansion. Sometimes the others will pitch in to help every now and then too, but it's usually Liu and Slender pulling most of the weight with them. 

Jason has gotten into the arts recently, and his main area of focus has been sculpting. He started out with things like cups and plates, but recently, he's been trying to seriously challenge himself, and he's been trying to make sculptures of all of the other resident's faces. It's difficult and time-consuming, but it's something that relaxes him at the end of the day. So far, he's completed sculptures of Slender, Helen, Pup, and Toby, and he's currently working on EJ and Jane. It's a good hobby for him with his attention to detail and artistic capabilities. He does his absolute best to get them as accurate as possible, including every single scratch or scar or dimple on all of their faces. He sculpts down to just below their chests as well, so he thinks it's fun to come up with tops for them to be wearing in the sculptures as well, and he likes doing different textures for different clothing. 

[lostonehero]

Ok fuck cannon for both series mech tma au

Also mech Martin as a treat

"W-wait." Jonny stopped holding up his hand before Nastya could set the dimension hop.

"The great Jonny d'Ville stuttering? Never thought I would see the day." Nastya rolls her eyes. "What's wrong? You want to get Martin, right?"

"I..." Jonny sighs and looks at Tim and then back to the rest of the crew and eventually Nastya. He fishes out a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Smarts Jonny." Ivy raised her brow.

Jonny sighs and crosses his arms. "Tim and I have other versions of ourselves in that universe."

"So?" Raphaella quirks her brow. "Extra parts to experiment with."

"Not exactly." Jonny takes a breath. "Any universe or reality doesn't like copies and to remedy that well... we won't be able to stay here." He starts to motion his hands as his tail starts to lash back and forth. "The reality has a way to correct this, and that is to physically fuse myself with my alter, and the same will happen to Tim. I literally have no idea what that will even do."

Brian tilts his head. "So what you're saying that that there is a chance you'll both dissapear?"

"Not exactly, but kind of." Jonny shrugs, removing his glasses. "Eh, it's whatever just wanted to warn you fucks. Tim and I agreed to go through it. We all were already fucked around with the promise of actual death and waking up before, and who knows Martin's world goes through a literal apocalypse so that will be fun."

Tim nods. "We both have bets going on about how it works. I also get to go to a less advanced version of where I'm from. I really want to see what's that like. Also, I saved Bertie, and he got a long life, so I'm honestly fine with a true death."

Raphaella looks at both of them. "If both of you truly die, can I do an autopsy of your bodies to see what came over?"

"Why the fuck not? I don't give a shit I'll be dead." Jonny hums and raises a brow at Ashes. "What?"

"You'll be human." Ashes motions vaguely to his obvious status as not human.

"Huh." Jonny scratches his stubble. "I'll miss my tail if I remember any of it."

Tim snickers. "I'll be fine."

Ivy smirks. "What if your alternate has short hair?" She pauses. "Also, I want earth books."

"I have a new fear." Tim sighs.

Nastya pauses. "Are you sure?"

TS smiles. "I Think They Already Agreed. Bring Me Back A Earth Cat."

"You heard them let's fucking go." Jonny reached out and grabs Tim's hand. "I ain't living for the rest of time without Blackwood."

"Neither I am." Tim nods. "All speed ahead."

Nastya sighs. "This is a terrible idea, but if both of you still remain, I suppose stopping the apocalypse would please Aurora..... oh hmmmm." She puts the ship full throttle, and in an instant, Jonny and Tim vanish.

......

Martin woke up on his back, which honestly is the weirdest way he could wake up second to the alarm on his... he knew the word for the thing, but he couldn't recall it. He barely fumbled to turn off that obnoxious noise. What was a much more pressing manner was the fact his body was wrong, well correct but that was wrong. He can't recall when he had normal legs and feet... he could, but he would much rather forget the time before the good doctor got her hands on him. He was abnormal for a mechanism since his mechanism was organic in nature his lower half was that of a spider. Of course, he didn't hate it he wanted something different after that.

Ok, at the time, he thought himself a monster and tried to kill himself a multitude of times. He grew out of it. Obviously, it would have been a bleak eternity otherwise. He had a vague feeling of where he was, but the word peaches and worms came to mind. He kind of knew what that meant, but he was more so annoyed that this afterlife was basically before he became a mech. He had to figure out what he was doing.

Maybe if he went too... uh oh right the Magnus Institute, that's when he worked a normal job on earth. This was earth he hoped it wasn't in his head that this was some elaborate death dream because that would be a first. He should try to recall more of this if he is ever going to get through this weird afterlife. He hoped it was an afterlife because if not it meant that he wasn't dead, and he didn't want to do that without Jonny and Gunpowder Tim, and of course, the rest of the crew.

He got showered after figuring out the old-fashioned shower and got dressed in familiar clothes he didn't want to remember. He knew he had to remember, but he really didn't want to. He knew how this world worked. Public transport was easy, and soon, he arrived at the very institute that set everything in motion. What's that saying like a hover bike? Or a bicycle? He will remember what to do and go through the motions.

"You're late." A pretentious pompous voice sneered at Martin.

Martin paused, staring at the man studying him, and he reminded him of Jonny, and a name spilled from his lips. "Jon?"

"Did you hit your head on your way here? Of course I'm Jon." The short man shoved a stack of papers in his arms. "Get through these and try not to fall behind."

Martin frowns and takes the stack of statements. He knew they were statements. Some real some fake, and he had an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't the afterlife. He sat at his desk and stared at a computer, which he didn't recall the password for, and just started to read. He couldn't think about who he saw by him.

"Geez Marto, you ok?" That was Tim, not gunpowder, but Stoker. He was rubbing his eyes, but it was still him.

Martin knew the moment he saw her not corrupted by a thing that wore her skin poorly he might add he knew he wasn't in the afterlife and his death was a fucking lie. He wanted his final death with the rest of them. Did they also wake up before they became? Before the doctor got a hold of them? He takes a breath and sighs. "I'm fine." He forced himself to say. He noticed Tim was bleeding around his eyes. He chose to get up and wet some napkins to help.

"Tim, you really should see a doctor for that." Sasha frowns.

"I'm fine it's probably from my contacts. I'll wear my glasses, and the problem should clear up." Tim gives finger guns as his eyes water.

Martin sighs. "Tim, you're crying."

"Not emotionally." Tim snickers at his joke. "I'm fine. I probably just need rest and to get new contacts." His eyes stop watering after a moment, but it doesn't stop him from rubbing them like they ached.

Martin wasn't convinced, but he knew better than to push it normally got him shot or someone crying in his arms. He knew that didn't matter here. This place wasn't.... he wasn't home. "I'll make some tea for everyone."

"Thank you, Martin." Tim smiles as he rubs his eyes.

"Amazing as always." Sasha smiles.

Martin nodded and distracted himself with making tea. It didn't last long enough as he gave out the tea. He stepped into Jon's office, and he raised a brow at the scene he walked into. Jon was sitting on his knees in a chair not built for that position. "I made you some tea."

Jon nods, rubbing at his chest. "Right."

Martin paused and decided to push his luck. "Why are you sitting like that?"

Jon scowls and takes his mug of tea, and takes a sip. "My lower back aches, and it is worse if I sit normally. My painkillers haven't kicked in."

"Ah, alright, just be careful, alright." Martin smiles, hoping he was acting enough like he did before.

.....

Tim groans as he stares at the bottle of eye drops the doctor gave him. It did literally nothing. His eyes ached and burned, and no matter what he did, the pain wouldn't go away. It's been two weeks, and it's only gotten worse, and he hasn't been able to do anything to relieve it.

He used the heels of his hand and pressed them into his eyes for any sort of relief that wouldn't come. Doctors couldn't find anything wrong and called him basically crazy because there was nothing wrong with his eyes. He knew something was wrong. He knew something was happening.

Tim was desperate. If the eye pain wasn't enough, he was starting to have weird dreams of a man with mechanical eyes. They would talk, and Gunpowder, the other guy picked that name. Don't ask him why it suited him. The memories... no dreams, he keeps having to correct himself. The dreams Gunpowder tells him are his memories, and he apologizes for them all the time. At one point, these memories became his own, but the only thing it did was make Gunpowder more solid in his mind.

Tim liked Gunpowder he was kind and a bit odd, but he didn't feel alone. He hasn't felt seen or known since his brother. Fuck he really missed Danny.

"You have his memories."

Tim nearly fell backward. That was Gunpowder, but he was awake if the pain was anything to say about that. His eyes scanned the small bathroom, searching for the source of the voice, but he didn't see anything. Maybe he was hearing things. The statements were probably getting to him.

Tim sighs and shuts the lights off, and heads to the couch. He just needed to sleep, that's all. Sleep came quickly these days, and he woke up not in Gunpowder's memories but to a futuristic bedroom. He knew this place from some more steamy memories from Gunpowder. Speaking of him, he was lounging in the bed holding a bottle that no longer had labels.

Gunpowder flicked his mechanical eyes to glance at Tim. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and a pair of goggles was around his neck. He held up the bottle. "Shit doesn't do much in here but wants some?"

Tim shook his head as he approached and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you say something?"

"When you started to spiral? Yeah." Gunpowder sits up, putting the bottle aside. "I'm not as well versed in this theoretical nonesense as Jonny is, but I think it's almost complete." He reached his hand out, and Tim allowed him to grab it. "Soon we'll be together awake and asleep, probably when my eyes finally form. Again, sorry about the pain."

"I don't think I'm able to believe you." Tim had that sinking feeling of dread that he knew Gunpowder was right. "Why?"

"We wanted to save our third to complete us." Gunpowder pulls his hand away. "Eternity isn't great when you're missing someone that helps complete you. We were also promised an apocalypse, and that did sound fun."

"Love is a good reason." Tim wanted to reach out again but refrained. "So would you be able to take over like a ghost?"

Gunpowder laughs. "I ain't no ghost, but maybe again, Jonny knows more about this bullshit than I do."

Tim nods and gets up approaching the door.

"Are you sure?"

"If what you say is true, I might as well know more about you." Tim opened the door and vanished into memories that weren't his own.

Gunpowder picked the bottle up again and sighed. "I wonder if Jonny is having a good time."

.....

Jon felt even worse, he however did not go to the doctor even at Martin insistent, he was acting odd more so than normal, and it made his work even worse. He stripped off his shirt and pants, then finally his binder and groans. The red spot on his lower back right on his tailbone he could pass off as bug bite, now ballooned into a throbbing red mass that was completely solid to the touch.

He really wanted to keep ignoring it, but he felt something move under his skin, and it scared him half to death. Every part of him felt wrong, to his privates they were extra sensitive more so then when he started T to his ears that were bright red and painful, to his head that he can feel growing bumps on his head. The worst of it was his chest, his heart was constantly beating erratically, and he could swear he heard a ticking like a metronome in his chest. Everything was wrong, and yet he just crawled into his bed.

No to Jon, the worst part were these dreams that were nothing but fiction, and this Jonny character was a idiot, a violent obnoxious idiot. Jonny talked to him. He purposely argued with him and teased him. That ass was crude and didn't have a fucking care in the world the complete opposite of himself. He was some vile creature that probably spawned from the statements he read.

Jon bit down on his pillow, he moved wrong, and his sensitive privates sent nerves and sparks through his body. He was asexual he shouldn't have these desires, and he shouldn't be thinking about his coworkers in this matter. Why the fuck was Martin a spider creature it scared him but also thrilled him and he hated these thoughts. Tim was mostly the same, but his hair was long, and his eyes were machines. He blamed Jonny for all of this. But he wasn't real his mind just wanted someone to blame.

That obnoxious crazed laughter rang in Jon's ears. He groaned, spitting out his pillow. "Leave me alone, you annoying hallucination." That only earned him harder laughter. He gave a frustrated yell into his pillow. He refused to listen to the just jerk off from Jonny and grabbed sleeping pills from his draw, and hoped for a dreamless sleep, which he knew was futile. He kept seeing memories that weren't his of some nonesense syfy fan wet dream. Jonny wasn't real, and what he saw wasn't real either.

.......

Sasha moved closer to Tim. "Eyes still bothering you?" She motions to his the dark sunglasses you couldn't see his eyes through.

Tim nods. "Yeah, doctors aren't helping. They feel like they're going to pop." He sighs. "Do you know what's up with boss man?"

Sasha shrugs. "I was going to ask about Martin. He seems more lost than normal, and he seems less jumpy but even more depressed? I don't know he keeps avoiding me every time I try to press."

"I can talk to him if you talk to Jon about his attitude. I watched him yell at Martin first 10 minutes, and Martin just took it with a smile like he didn't care." Tim frowns, rubbing his eyes his vision was getting blurry, and he could feel something wet drip down from his face.

"Eye drops first, you're crying again, and it's not clear." Sasha hands him a tissue. "I'll go talk to Jon."

"You're the best, Sasha." Tim smiles and rushes off to the bathroom. He barely makes it inside when his vision goes dark. He can only whimper in shock as fresh pain blooms where his eyes should be. A wet substance drips down his cheeks, and he barely registers hands on his shoulder, guiding him to sit on the ground.

Soft hands carefully remove the black glasses and a soft curse on his lips from a voice Tim knows, but he can't focus or see who said that. He could feel a wet cloth wipe whatever was on his face.

"Tim, you gotta breathe." That was Gunpowder. He sounded so clear, like he was right next to him. "I know it hurts, but you have to let the machines build themselves. It's actually really neat to watch."

The soft hands were done cleaning his face as he let out a sigh at the loss of touch. And a flash of light burned, and then he heard a soft click like that of a camera and a softer moving of machines like a soft roll. His vision came back way too fast, and suddenly, it was too perfect, and he saw too much. He saw a familiar sweater connected to a man leaning over him. "M-martin?" Of course it was Martin his hands were soft... he didn't know why he thought of them like a cat's paw.

"Blackwood!" Gunpowder gasps.

Martin takes the spoiled hand towel and puts it in his back pocket. "Tim, can you focus on me?"

The soft whirl of machines and Tim was looking at Martin. "What happened?" He could see the hand towel and had a few theories on what the stains were.

Martin smiles softly, and Tim feels calmer.

"Feels safe into the den of the spider." Gunpowder hums. "Do you mind if I just uh..."

Tim barely registered what happened until he was in the spot where Gunpowder was. He saw his body move without him, and he just watched unable to process until it clicked what had happened. "Oh." He watches Martin tilt his head as Gunpowder looks up at him, then he feels a stinging pain as Martin hits them.

Gunpowder holds his cheek and looks to Tim, realizing they both felt it.

Martin takes a breath. "You didn't heed any of my warnings."

Gunpowder smiles staring up at Martin.

Martin falters, and he moves and sits down next to him on the bathroom floor. "Is...?"

"Yeah, Tim's here." Gunpowder hums. "Don't think he made the connection yet."

"That is a given." Martin pulls his knees up. "I haven't.... yaknow, and I'm worried when I do..."

"You won't be able to hide." Gunpowder nods and reaches out to Martin. "Aha, he made the connection."

Martin smiles softly, interlocking his fingers with Tim. "Yeah, a lot of shit happened. Welcome to the madness of it."

"Oh, we're well past madness and circled back round to sanity." Gunpowder chuckles, taking the glasses back. "Talk later?"

Martin nods and watches Tim return to his body. "Are you ok?"

Tim blinks. Well, he thinks he blinks, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have eyelids anymore. "I uh... I think so." He paused. "So where's the spider parts? Don't tell me my shared memories and adult fantasies are a lie."

Martin chuckles. "Oh, you're both horrible. Ask Gunpowder, you ass." He gets up and holds out his hand. "Come on, we have to get back to work before Jon throws another fit."

Tim nods, getting up with Martin's help. "Seriously though, where are the spider bits?"

"I don't actually know, and I don't want to test dying to see if they come back." Martin sighs.

"Ah, fair enough." Tim continues to hold Martin's hand. "I uh...you know what happens..."

Martin frowns. "Tim, for me, it's been well over a few thousand years. My memory isn't perfect. I remember what my mind thinks are the important bits, but I've really tried to forget this happened. The ending isn't a good one." He sighs. "We can talk after work, in the tunnels."

"Tunnels?" Tim raised his brow following Martin, never unlocking their hands.

......

Martin pulled Tim back as emts rushed out with a stretcher. "Who got hurt?"

Sasha rushed over. "I went to check on Jon, and he... he was bleeding, and he was barely breathing. I called the ambulance, and they rushed him to the hospital."

Tim frowns. "Is he ok?"

"I don't know." Sasha gives a soft gasp as Martin pulls her into a hug.

"Hey, you did the right thing. Jon will be fine." Martin smiles softly. "We can visit him after our shift. I'm sure he wouldn't mind visitors."

Sasha hugs him back. "You're right. You're right. He probably knew something was wrong and refused to see a doctor."

Tim sighs. "That does sound like Jon." He paused for a moment. "I, uh yeah, back to work."

Sasha nods, wiping her eyes and pulling away from Martin. "I'm sure he'll appreciate a cleaner archive when he gets back."

Martin nods. "Of course, that sounds great." He grabs Tim's arm. "Tim and I can grab some boxies and start moving things around."

"Oh, that's great." Sasha smiles, watching them leave.

.....

"Why did you grab me?" Tim raised his brow.

"So I think I know what happened to Jon." Martin frowns.

Tim paused, and his demeanor changed, and he sags his shoulders. "Oh, this is not going to be good."

"No, it's not." Martin sighs. "Fuck everything has changed now."

"So, did we do it?" Gunpowder raised his brow.

Martin snickers. "Yeah, not even close. We both know that gods won't take this lying down even if it's Jonny."

"Eh, worth a shot." Gunpowder shrugs. "Blackwood has told me enough to know what Jon ends up as I'll explain later."

.....

Elias adjusts his tie and smiles, looking over his archivist. The unfortunate nature of the Flesh and Stranger working together does have this outcome. Of course, he can pull all the strings needed to have this little incident swept under the rug and tied in a neat bow. He smiles softly, watching him wake up. "Are you alright, Jonathan? You've given us all quite the scare." He stops seeing a scowl that isn't Jon's normal one on his lips.

Jonny's mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and his head was fuzzy, and Jon's nagging didn't exactly help him either. His gaze moved up to the man in a suit. He looked like a prick, an obnoxious wealthy prick. Jon was yelling at him that's his boss and don't fuck this up. Of course he wouldn't fuck this up he knew how to act proper and can copy Jon's boring ass. If he could just focus.

"Jonathan, are you alright? You may have hit your head on the way down. You're on some painkillers." Elias smiles, leaning over him.

Jonny furrows his brows. He hated painkillers and always took the fun out of pain and violence. "...fuzzy..." He managed to mumble. His tolerance to painkillers was null and void due to his affection for actual pain. Couldn't he just get Jon's tolerance and not just the fun new parts to explore. He scowls again at the man above his bed, he wanted to rip that smile off his face.

Elias chuckles softly. "Painkillers will do that, and you're not even on that heavy of a dose. I'm sure your coworkers will be visiting you soon. Hopefully, you'll feel better by then."

Jonny grits his teeth. He had a few choice words for that pompous ass.

"You can't kill him." Jon looked drowsy floating next to him.

At least Jonny wasn't the only one suffering in this cushioned hell. He huffs and turns his head.

Jon chuckles. "Don't be mad. You've got control." He was very out of it. He felt the same effects Jonny was. "What's.... what is uh...." He blinks, unable to form a coherent thought.

Jonny huffs and can't fight the feeling of sleep overtaking him.

......

"So Gunpowder Tim cut a bloody path...." Jonny stops, noticing that his head finally felt clear enough and reciting old ballads of his friends wasn't needed. He looked down at Jon, who was staring at him. He floated down to lay next to Jon. "What's with that look? I already explained our situation to you at nauseum."

Jon scowls, looking away. He then makes a vague motion, unable to explain why he suddenly felt wrong.

Jonny raised his brow. "You've got my dick. Ain't you special."

Jon scoffs, but his face is turning red because he feels that is true. "No..." He huffs.

Jonny paused, watching Jon get frustrated. He didn't feel like sharing in that. He learned early in that they shared emotions, and he had to get used to feeling things that weren't his own. It was honestly worse than Nastya, making him feel Aurora emotions. "I can tell you."

Jon felt himself be pushed out from his body as Jonny took control. He scowls but sighs, watching and feeling Jonny's own emotions. "So? What's wrong with m- us?"

Jonny scowls. "They cut off my fucking tail! It's a fucking bitch to grow that back." He raised his ands and feels around his forehead. "Good, they didn't cut them too short. Actually, I like them short, so this isn't an issue... I'm narrating for you Jon be grateful."

Jon raised his brow. "You can't hear my thoughts?"

"Can you hear mine?" Jonny spits back.

"Fair point." Jon sighs. "Are we ok?"

"Fuck if I know. Everything is new, raw, and sensitive. My dicks never been this fucked before." Jonny growls as he is forced back out by Jon.

"D-Dont do that." Jon pulls the blanket over his body.

Jonny shrugs, not understanding Jon. "Whatever, we just have to adjust." He pauses for a moment, pointing at Jon. "This is earth, right?"

"Yes?" Jon raised his brow.

"Tim and Blackwood always referred to me as a cowboy. What's a cow? I don't think I've ever seen an earth cow."

Jon blinks. "But you have parts like a bull."

"Wait, I thought it was called cows." Jonny returned a confused look.

Jon shakes his head. "Alien, right, you're an alien. You don't know human er earth animals. Cows don't have sharp teeth like you, but uh, bulls are basically male cows, but cows are the general term used."

"Can I see what they look like?" Jonny floated to lay next to Jon.

"Yeah, when I get my phone." Jon paused. "Are you upset I wasn't born a man?"

"Why would I care? You've got my dick now, and I have a new hole to play with. This is a win for me." Jonny shrugs and raised his brow feeling relief pour from Jon.

"Thank you." Jon says quietly.

"Ok?" Jonny shrugs floating to look around the hospital room.

......

Sasha slams on the breaks. "Tim what the fuck."

Tim's eyes clicked and whirled. He was told only he could hear this by Gunpowder. Well, both can hear since they share a body. He reaches for his glasses and realizes he took them off because his ears were bothering him. He could feel the look from Gunpowder and Martin on him. "It's a long story."

Sasha rocketed to a spot to park, and she twisted her body to the back seat. "Tim explain now!"

Martin bites his lip and blurts out. "It's my fault. I'm supposed to be dead, both me and Gunpowder. Promised an end to eternity, and it was a farce and I'm back here like this, and I really tried to forget about this part of my life. I mean for fucks sake you die and get replaced Sasha and none of us notice for a year because of how it worked. Tim dies in an explosion, destroying the circus, and that isn't to mention the fucked up paranoia from Jon and extreme levels of fucked up creatures that I mean now I can look back at and laugh but you can't you're mortal. I mean, these are fear gods, so I mean they will get to you eventually."

Gunpowder grabs Martin's hand. "Martin, that's enough. The only reason Jonny knew about my past was because he was playing soldier and was with me. You don't have to..." He stops as Martin waves him off.

"No, it's fine. Tim and Sasha deserve to know." Martin sighs. "I'll tell you what I can remember it has been a few thousand years since I've been through this."

.....

Sasha swallows. "I believe you."

Martin blinks. "Why?"

"I've had a bad feeling, and I knew Gertrude didn't just go missing." Sasha then points to Tim. "Also look at his fucking eyes Martin that's pretty good evidence."

Gunpowder nods.

Martin gives a nervous smile. "I'm sorry I've gotten used to things over the years. I like Tim's eyes."

"Yeah, yeah, don't boast his ego." Sasha puts her seat belt back on. "So keep your glasses on Tim. We're going to visit Jon if the same thing happened to him like you."

"It's equally as possible. Jon worked himself into a delusional state and just hurt himself." Martin shrugs.

Tim blinks back in control. "That's really dark."

"No, no, Martin has a point." Sasha starts the car again. "Remember that incident in research."

"I tried to forget, but I see your point." Tim sighs, putting his glasses back on.

Martin sighs. "Hopefully that isn't the case."

.....

Jon shifted uncomfortably as he sat up. Jonny wasn't lying. The tail thing was incredibly uncomfortable and annoying. He stared at the hospital food in front of him and was told he couldn't leave till tomorrow. He hated hospital food, and he hated hospitals.

"Stop pouting." Jonny rolls his eyes. "I can feel your emotions and pouting won't get you nowhere."

"Oh, then what can I do? Please enlighten me." Jon scowls taking a bite of his peas.

"For one, actually eat. How the fuck are you in such shit condition? Do you even know what fun is?" Jonny shook his head. "You can't do shit without meat on your bones, and you look half starved. You're a fucking disaster."

Jon continues to scowl, not saying a word.

The door opens to his room.

"Blackwood!" Jonny floats through him, trying to tackle him. "Fuck."

Martin smiles softly as Tim and Sasha follow behind him. "We wanted to make sure you're ok."

"You gave me a scare, Jon." Sasha crosses her arms. "You need to learn how to take a break, or at least see a doctor."

Tim was odd wearing sunglasses that completely hid his eyes, but he knew Tim was having trouble with his eyes. "You look awful."

Jon can't help but give a soft smile. "Just wasn't paying attention and hit my head." He motions to the bandages around his head and ears.

"Don't lie to Blackwood. That man can see through any lie you spit." Jonny crosses his arms. "Besides, I bet you control of my choosing that Gunpowder is in your Tim."

Jon ignores him. "Ah you didn't have to bring me anything."

Martin smiles softly as he pulls out a chocolate slice of cake. "It's just some chocolate cake. I mean, you don't have to have it..." He stops as Jon's demeanor changes in an instant as he pushes his food aside.

Jon was forced out and watched Jonny make grabby hands.

"Give it here, Blackwood." Jonny huffs. "Don't you fucking tempt me."

Martin's expression changed, and Jon could feel a shiver down his back. "You and your sweet tooth." He tisks, placing the slice down.

Jonny grabs the container. "Fuck you." He huffs and has enough decency to use a fork. "Your fucking lucky I have to fix this body or I would end you."

Jon watches Tim snicker. "You lost height!" His snickers turn to giggles.

"Piss off." Jonny scoffs.

Sasha raised her brow. "How did you know the cake would work?"

"d'Ville only has one craving he can't quit, and it ain't cigarettes." Gunpowder smirks, taking off his glasses, revealing his mechanical eyes.

Jonny scowls. "Oh fuck you. I don't deny myself pleasures like you."

"I have manners you lack." Tim spits back.

Martin chuckles and has a glint in his eyes and a sinister smile that again Jon can't tear his eyes from. "Now, both of you, that's enough." He moves closer and leans over Jonny. "How about you behave and finish all of your food, and maybe I'll convince the doctors to let you leave early?"

Jon can feel the tug, no the crashing wave of desire, and just pure love spill from Jonny, and if they had his tail, it would be wagging like a dog.

Jonny, for his part, nods eagerly. "It would be faster if you fed me." He purrs back.

Martin steps back. "Don't push your luck. I'm mad at you."

In a split second, that emotion was gone, replaced with annoyance. Jon had to shake his head from the whiplash.

"We agreed!" Jonny huffs stuffing his face with food. "It's not like you were there with your bleeding heart. You weren't there, I woke up after that bar in that... look, I'm not having this conversation."

Jon could feel a bubble of an emotion, one that he knew should leave unspoken. He remains quiet watching Martin.

Martin gaze didn't break, let alone change. He crosses his arms. "Did you do the same?"

Jonny swallows his final bite. "I can't say I wanted to change it, so I didn't."

Martin's gaze seems to finally soften. "Good, he didn't deserve forgiveness." He reached out and pat Jonny's shoulder. "That's my cowboy." He pauses. "What's with the frown?"

"They cut off my tail." Jonny sounded honest and small.

Jon was taken aback.

"I never said humanity was a kind species." Martin brushes a stray piece of hair out of Jonny's face. "It will grow back."

"Not the point." Jonny sighs. "How's your former mortal." His gaze shifted to Tim.

"Probably better than yours with the adjustment." Gunpowder slides his glasses back on. "You look like shit."

"Not my fault." Jonny mutters.

"Never said it was." Gunpowder muses. "Maybe you shouldn't have asked Martin for his story."

Martin rolls his eyes. "Just because you're bitter doesn't mean you get to drag me into this argument again." He walks by Sasha, grabbing her arm. "Would you like to hear more while they complain?"

Sasha nods. "Sure, why not." She follows Martin out of the room as he shuts the door behind him.

Gunpowder frowns. "Don't give me that look. I already got an earful from him, and to be fair, he warned both of us to wait. Now, why do you think this didn't happen the first time?"

"Aren't you just full of dumb questions." Jonny adjusts his glasses. "They were already dead and gone by the time we crossed the first time. This place was fine. I dunno Blackwood said it's been. I dunno fifty years since it ended and started again." He raised his brow at something Tim couldn't see. "You do know what apocalypse means, right? Right well that happened, and you died before I came here the first time."

Gunpowder waves his hand. "Jonny, stop, we both know what happened in the end. They don't know the full truth yet, neither of them."

Jonny frowns and stares at Tim. "How long do you think it will take till being the good guy gets old?"

"Who knows? We've never tried it." Gunpowder shrugs. "You should hold off on being honest about this world, as much as I know you like your stories and songs. Unless you want to deal with Jon."

Jonny waves him off. "Whatever, it doesn't matter now he'll learn as I will annoyingly to see his memories. Just let me figure this out, and as much as I hate to see you two on good terms compared to my situation. Just wait."

For what, Jon had no idea, but this Gunpodwer did, who nodded.

"Seriously though, figure something out with this Jon. You seriously look worse than when we were starving, as a competition." Gunpowder sighs. "Blackwood..." He looks through the door. "Yeah, he already convinced the doctors and nurses to let you go, and they are on their way. Enjoy your new home, alone." He smirks as he leaves.

Jon was flung back into his body, feeling Jonny fuming, but the other man was uncharacteristic silent. He had to think this over and what this actually meant. So he died the first time, but when and how? Before or after the apocalypse?

.......

He wasn't truly alone, not anymore. Jon sunk into his bed and opened his phone. "How did Martin even convince them to let me leave?"

"He's got a way of trapping people making them do what he wants." Jonny hums. "Now, show me a picture of a cow."

Jon wanted to press, but he quickly learned pleasing Jonny was the best way to get answers. He pulled up a picture of a cow and a bull and held it up.

Jonny was quiet studying the creatures he saw. He broke into a wide grin. "They look cute, don't they. Good cows."

Jon hums and sighs. "You said Martin told you what happens to this world. What happens? Why did he become one of you? What are you guys?"

Jonny frowns. "I rather not feel your stupid emotions." He scratches behind his ear. "You won't let this go. However, Blackwood warned me you were insistent, so I might as well spin you a tale." Suddenly, a harmonica appeared in his hands. "A tragic fate of star-crossed lovers doomed by forces beyond their control, and a man turned to a monster that was left in the ruins."

Jon listened to the haunting story on a soft melody. He learned how his coworkers, no his friends, died. How he roamed the wastelands the fears as the apocalypse he caused reigned, how Martin stayed by his side even though he caused this by being tricked. The story ended in a sharp blade.

Jonny stopped. "And you were no more as the pancoption crumbled the archive now, just a man taking his final breath. An ending driven by a man afraid of death and so willing to please a god who didn't care for him as nothing more than a tool. Blackwood crushed but was not dead. A familiar doctor just happened to be passing by the rubble. She wanted to try something new, just not machines anymore, something animalistic, something new. And so Blackwood became a monster a first of his kind." He stretches. "Immortality such a boring goal, isn't it? You would think you would want something more interesting."

Jon was speechless he couldn't string together thoughts.

Jonny frowns, feeling the rush of emotions. "Look..." He swallows and feels tears drip down his face. He was frustrated that he couldn't stop this. He hated emotions, and he hated being honest to himself, but Jon still viewed himself as mortal, and he won't be raw without his partners. He floated down beside Jon and let him cry. He couldn't stop it. The rush of emotions overwhelmed him.

Jon finally spoke. "How do I stop it?"

"Fuck if I know. I wasn't here. I heard the story from Blackwood." Jonny was purposely looking away from him. "You have to ask him, but we promised to play the good guys this time around, or well, until it gets boring."

"We're going to stop this." Jon tried to muster confidence he didn't have.

Jonny just sighs. "Go to bed. Watch some of my memories. If you don't start trying to fix your body, I will do it by force."

Jon pulls his blanket up and frowns. He falls into an unsteady sleep.

......

Elias raised his brow, watching his archivist return to work. "Jonathan, I did tell you to take time to rest after yesterday." He had a smile and a silver tongue.

Jonny scoffs. "He's worse sober."

Jon smiles nervously. "I'm fine, Elias." He adjusts his hat covering his new sensitive ears. His tail had already started to grow back, and Jonny said it's a side effect of immortality, which Jon didn't believe in. It's supposed to be much longer than a cow's tail and semi prehensile. He wanted to test it but knew better than to try anything in public.

Elias frowns. "Now, Jon, I don't need you working yourself sick again." He knew the effects of the stranger and the flesh it probably hasn't hit the man yet, and he didn't want him breaking down having him explain the truth.

Jon frowns. "I'm fine, Elias. I know how to take care of myself. I'm going to get back to work."

Elias frowns, crossing his arms and watching Jon rush off to the archives . He raises his brow, and seeing the start of a tail, he is informed that it is cut off. It shouldn't be growing back this fast. He had a few connections to pull to get more information. He had no desire to pick another archivist nor start again.

......

"We should kill him." Jonny floats next to Jon, his tail lazily flicking behind him.

"Elias is my boss. I'm not going to kill him." Jon scowls as he hears Tim snickers. "Tim, that's enough."

Tim hums, Jon can see his hair is curling and is getting lighter than the black he has. "I don't think so, bossman. We think it's quite hilarious Jonny's on a leash."

Jon was pushed out as Jonny took control. "Oh go fuck yourself you fucking cunt." Jonny stomps off to Jon's office making it a point to slam the door.

Martin snickers from the entrance and refrains from explaining Elias can see them. Oh, that would be hilarious. Does he know Jon and Jonny are sharing a body, or does he think that the fears changed Jon? Either way, things have changed, and he wants to see Elias... no Jonah squirm with the unpredictability. Martin will force him to realize immortality is not worth it, and death is a gift. He silently walks to his desk and takes a seat.

"Enjoying the show?" Tim smirks. "We are."

"Oh, I'm enjoying something else." Martin smiles back.

"Already knitting a web, I see." Gunpowder nods. "I always enjoy the finished project."

Martin taps his fingers against his desk. "You know I think it's not a Web I rather not get mixed up with that particular fear I think I can recall the avatar is kind of a right bitch."

"Really? You have to explain the fear thing better because some of them just sound fun or fun to kill." Gunpowder smirks.

"Later, and Sasha already made a list." Martin points to Sasha sipping her coffee.

"You two share a body. Did you not pay attention when Tim was reading it?" Sasha raised her brow.

Tim huffs. "I couldn't figure out how to turn off the Xray vision on these damn eyes until like an hour before I slept." He had a slight blush on his cheeks. "Then the damn things wouldn't stop focusing on objects miles away."

Gunpowder took back control. "To be fair, I still have trouble controlling them. Human biology and mechanical parts tend to fight until they get into a rhythm. Also, I have like a million years of experience, and Tim does not."

Sasha frowns. "That sounds actually awful. Does Jonny have these problems?"

Gunpowder shrugs. "He never complains, and if he dislikes something, he's quite vocal. I think he uses the ticking as a metronome."

Martin nods. "As boney as he is, he's very nice to sleep too. The ticking is quite soothing." He sighs. "Granted, I won't be able to enjoy any of that for a long while, I reckon."

"Shit, I remembered that this isn't a desert planet." Gunpowder pauses. "Jonnys going to be a little bitch."

"Why?" Sasha raised her brow.

"Jonny's originally from a mostly desert planet, so his tail ears and horns were basically made to keep him cool. Even the nights were hot, so he doesn't exactly have any defenses against the cold, and he makes his complaints known as Gunpowder said." Martin hums. "Although he loves the snow and rain."

"We never said the man made sense." Gunpowder shrugs, letting Tim back in control.

Sasha tilts her head. "What was the planet like that you're from?"

"Gunpowder is from the earth of a different dimension." Tim taps his pen against his desk and adjusts his glasses. "He did however blow up the moon."

"Now you're just fucking with me." Sasha rolls her eyes and heads back to her desk.

Martin chuckles. "Don't feel bad about it. In this time, we've barely had any people on the moon."

"See, I told you!" Tim huffs. "He wouldn't listen to me or the facts I provided."

"Tim, you have to understand where we're coming from. We lived on a spaceship." Martin hums heading to his desk to start working.

Tim sighs. "Still annoying."

.....

Martin stares at the bloody fingernails in the sink. He knew his luck was running out. His body wasn't going to wait till his first death. He could feel how tight his skin felt and how it was hard to walk to breathe. He wasn't scared to become what he was supposed to be, but it would make this so much harder. He flexed his hand, seeing the black claw nails start to poke through his flesh. He doesn't truly care he made peace ages ago with what the doctor made him.

Elias watched Martin with a curious gaze. He can feel the Beholder use his eyes to watch intently. He had a feeling in his gut something changed something twisted in the mere fabric of reality. He hasn't even checked on Jon since he arrived this morning, and the Beholder agreed that something more interesting was happening. Martin was unassuming and predictable, but this was new, and he wanted to know why. He wasn't an avatar, and that also fueled his curiosity. How is he changing without one of the fears?

Martin rubbed his eyes and sighed. He had time, and he had time to prepare. He wanted Jonny. He just wanted that soft ticking, Gunpowder could soothe his anxieties, but Jonny was a comfort. Sure, the man was brash rude and a devil, but he was his, and that was enough. Gunpowder wouldn't touch him till Tim was fully on board with him, and Martin respected that. Hell he was fucking happy with that. Jonny, however, was a mystery, Jon was tighter lipped, and he knew how long it took for Jon to even understand his emotions, let alone actually relie on others.

Martin gathered his fingernails from the sink and threw them out with a sigh. Maybe he could go to artifact storage to slow things. Well, that has just a likely chance to kill him. He doesn't care. Maybe he could convince Gunpowder and Tim to head to the tunnels properly. He finished washing his hands, not even flinching at the exposed nerves.

Elias's gaze intensified as he watched Tim enter the bathroom. More importantly, he removed his sunglasses, revealing new eyes. When did he get surgery? More importantly, how can he still see? He shut his eyes, and he was seeing from Tim's eyes.

Tim scratched his chin. "Martin, you alright?"

Elias saw a man in the mirror that wasn't Tim.

Martin sighs. "I'm fine." He stretches. "Just a bit achey, what about you?"

"I'm fine." Tim crosses his arms. "Ok, maybe not entirely fine, but I'm getting used to it."

The man in the mirror that wasn't Tim spoke and Elias could hear him.

"I know my scars aren't pretty, and I'm sorry." The not Tim sighs.

Tim shook his head. "Dude, I said it's fine." He turns back to Martin. "I'm more peeved about the hair than I am about the scars, and I still haven't agreed to grow it out."

Not Tim huffs.

Martin chuckles. "The two colors look good together, and if you don't grow it out, what else am I supposed to grab?"

Tim swallows, and Elias sees him in the mirror, and he figured it out that this not Tim was in control.

"Oh, don't tease the man. He doesn't understand the fun a simple act can do. Let alone one with those..." Not Tim stops staring at Martin's hand. "When?"

Martin huffs. "Gunpowder, it's fine. You know how you can't hide what the good doctor does to you. I'm fine. I just feel a bit stiff and uncomfortable, but it will pass."

Not Tim or Gunpowder, ridiculous name if you asked Elias. He smiles softly.

"Fuck the waiting, from what I've seen its going to be brutal and he shouldn't be alone..." Tim was speaking out loud now. "He shouldn't have to go through this by him....self... ah, you ass."

Martin raised his brow with a soft smile. "I appreciate the offer, Tim, but you're not exactly desensitized enough for my liking."

Tim huffs. "Then Gunpowder will watch and be out. You don't deserve to be alone through this. I know you have an issue with that, I uh well, Gunpowder knows, and I saw the memory."

"Fine, if you insist." Martin paused, and Elias shivers with that look. "I've shared things with Gunpowder in secret. I don't want you to share with anyone." He grabs Tim's shirt. "Understand?"

Tim swallows and nods.

Martin smiles again as his features soften. "Good, I'll come by your flat tonight."

Tim watches Martin leave with a shudder. Elias doesn't leave yet.

"I warned you about being caught in Blackwood's web. You're not close enough with him to get comfortable." Gunpowder clicks his tongue. "He's not the man you knew, so please don't underestimate him. I would rather not die before Jonny does. We've got a bet going on."

Tim swallows and slides the dark sunglasses back on, and Elias is shocked to see his vision didn't change in the slightest. "He's still a good person."

"That's... well, none of us are good." Gunpowder responds dryly. "It comes with the territory."

Tim didn't like that answer, but he remained quiet as Elias came back to himself. He had a lot to think about.

......

"At least you know how to tell a story." Jonny responds with a bored tone. "These statements still suck, I still suggest we burn the entire place down."

Jon scowls. "No." He stretches and pulls out the used tape. "Can you think of anything that doesn't involve violence.... or sex." He gives a glare.

"Now you're just plain boring." Jonny raised his brow. "Being serious all the time must be fucking exhausting."

Jon sputters. "Just because I'm not some guy who thinks he's immortal and some sex pest doesn't mean anything."

"I don't care what you think of me." Jonny stares directly at Jon. "We are stuck together for the rest of time, and whatever comes after."

Jon scowls. "I won't devolve to be on your level."

Jonny rolls his eyes. "I don't care."

Jon huffs and leaves his office.

"Jon, you ok?" Sasha smiles softly.

Jon stops and sighs. "I'm fine, just getting used to an unfortunate roommate."

"That's one way to call it." Tim mutters.

"You two should try getting along." Sasha hums. "You'll be stuck together forever, I guess. I think it would suck if you two were stuck together fighting for all of that."

Jon scowls. "Oh, he's a right ass only cares about violence and sex. He's nothing but a pest, and I abhor the fact that I have to share my own body with him."

"Oh piss off." Jonny huffs.

Gunpowder sighs. "His attitude comes with his age. He is the oldest of us besides the doctor, but we don't know about her, though, really." He kicks his feet up. "Jonny, I know you're listening. You should be cautious he's going to see memories that you've forgotten. Funny how the mind works even if we forget they still exist in there, just waiting for a trigger to pull them free."

Jon expected Jonny to kick him out and take control, but he felt fear grip his heart that no longer beat. He swallows the dread that wasn't his and doesn't look at Jonny. "I will keep that in mind for when I sleep."

The conversation dies as Jon leaves as the day has ended, and he doesn't want to linger.

.......

The rusty hinges creaked on the old shack the teen called a home. He made sure he tipped off his shoes before entering, and he saw his father passed out in a drunken stupor. He carefully made his way to the small kitchen connected to the living room. If you would call it, that and stumbled upon a note.

"Jonny boy, I've left to clean up after your father. He pissed off some old doctor at the edge of town. I've left old Bessie for you to make sure she's in better condition when I get back, boy. Now, if I don't come back, I know you won't end up like your father. You're too smart for that. Use your ears to find a target to shoot. We both know your eyes aren't the best use that good hearing of yours. Don't file your horns too short boy they grow for a reason, and I love you forever and always."

Wrapped in leather by the note was a familair old looking revolver, the name Bessie was carved crudely into the handle. The weight would become familair in the teen's hands. He took the note scowled at his father and then headed off to hunt for dinner since that lazy piece of shit won't do anything but gamble.

Jon woke up with a start. He could feel a rush of emotions that weren't his. "I..."

"Don't say a fucking word." Jonny scowls. "Don't go telling nobody about that."

Jon nodded he paused, squinting at the clock that glowed, showing it was 3am. He sighs. "I don't remember my mother, or my father, with died at different times, but I was too young to remember them. My grandmother raised me, bitter she had to raise another child. Never told me that directly, however."

Jonny braces himself and grits his teeth. "I don't remember what my mom looks like either."

"Then we have that in common. Maybe the next dream will be my memory, and you can pick apart that." Jon sighs and curls under his blanket.

Jonny nods. "Just go back to sleep."

......

Martin grits his teeth and groans in pure agony. He could barely register the hand going through his red curls. His legs hurt, and he couldn't move them. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he didn't particularly like burning to death. He was stripped down to his birthday suit, and it didn't help with the fact that he was in pure agony.

Gunpowder continues to run his hands through Martin's hair. "It's alright, you're ok. It will be over soon."

"Just fucking kill me." Martin groans.

"We both know that won't help." Gunpowder sighs. "Would you like to hear my story?"

Martin takes a deep breath. "Please distract me."

Gunpowder nods and begins to narrate his origins.

....

An obnoxious alarm pulled Tim from sleep on the floor. He was laying in something wet and the smell of iron... no blood filled his nose, which caused him to panic and flail completely awake. His eyes lock onto a large spider, half then blood, then flesh and bone. Gunpowder takes over before he can throw up.

"Yikes, I thought the shared emotions wouldn't be this strong. Man, you are super depressed." Gunpowder gets up, smearing the blood off from his body. "You're going to need a stronger stomach." He looked over Martin, who was out cold. "See, he's breathing.... please stop screaming. " he covers his mouth, feeling his stomach sour from the sheer fear and disgust from Tim. He swallows the bile rising in his throat, turns away from the scene, and heads to the bathroom.

Gunpowder barely makes it to the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach. He continues to dry heave for a moment before turning to face Tim. "Are you done?"

Tim was pale, and he finally caught his breath. He was still radiating fear and disgust, but he was stable enough to talk. "Is he still alive?"

Gunpowder wipes his mouth. "Of course he is. What part of we can't die, don't you understand?" He frowns, pulling back his frustration. "Sorry you can't control how you react yet. I didn't realize how much I would share when we feel strong emotions." He sits on his knees and sighs. "I'll clean up, just try not to get sick again, please."

Tim nods and shudders. "I.... I'm not desensitized to this stuff. I'm sorry."

Gunpowder gets up, feeling the soft twists of sadness and self-doubt. "Tim, it's not a bad thing, means you're still human. Don't be too hard on yourself." He pulls out some cleaning supplies from the bathroom cabinet. "Tell me about Danny."

Tim frowns and nods slightly. "He was my younger brother...."

.....

Martin wakes up to someone touching his hand. He furrows his brow, pulling his hand back, and skitters up to be his full height, staring down at Tim. He hissed and then blushed, finally realizing that Tim was, in fact, there, and he wasn't a threat. He covers his face and groans, playing out his legs to be shorter. "I didn't mean to hiss at you."

Tim looked over to Gunpowder giggling, and he felt a laugh bubble in his own throat, and wow, no wonder he got frustrated. He didn't exactly know how he felt about feeling someone else's emotions. He gave a soft smile and reached out again to hold Martin's hand. "Your hands are really like a cat's paw."

Martin smiles and lets Tim take his hand. "Spiders have padded limbs and toe beans if you actually look at them."

"That's actually really cute." Tim blushes slightly. "Oh shit how are we going to get to work?"

Martin shrugs. "Might as well scare Elias first."

"Really?" Tim snickers. "What is he scared of spiders?"

"No, he's scared of what they represent." Martin hums. "We're going to be late, and I need a shirt."

"Right, you brought a spare one, right?" Tim paused and rushed over to a bag Martin brought. "Also, you're going to have to talk to my neighbors because of all the stuff we threw out, and they probably think I'm a serial killer."

Martin snickers. "I think I'll scare them into silence."

"Man, I've seen too much of Gunpowder, and Jonny and you having fun together to remember that I'm supposed to be scared of you because you're a spider centaur." Tim tosses over a sweater.

"I suppose I don't find myself scary either. Honestly, the fear left pretty quickly once I realized how my new body worked." Martin smiles. "This will be obnoxious getting to work. I don't mind walking. You live much closer than I do, but being stared at isn't ideal."

"Maybe a blanket?" Tim stops and covers his face. "That wouldn't work."

Martin chuckles. "I appreciate the concept idea, but Jonny tried that once."

"Wait really?" Tim raised his brow.

"Yeah, ended up in a bar fight." Martin snickers. "Although it was fucking hilarious."

"Huh." Tim crosses his arms. "Just bite the bullet and head out?"

"After you." Martin hums and smiles.

.....

Elias blinks, and the scene doesn't change. What confounds him the most is the fact that this has nothing to do with the web. The Beholder is taking it all in, and he can feel actual confusion from his patron. He clears his throat and approaches. "Martin, I don't believe it's near Halloween unless you've got an event planned."

Martin hums impressed at how well Elias can mask his true emotions. "I don't think a costume would be strong enough to carry someone on." He motions to Tim who waves.

"He insisted that he carry me." Tim smiles.

"Well, yes, but I hope I don't cause you too much trouble." Martin smiles. "Why the surprise this is your institute, and shouldn't you expect the supernatural?" He has a smirk as he walks past a stunned Elias.

Elias doesn't have a response to that. His mind was completely blank, and the Beholder was eerily silent.

Tim was snickering. "Double boss man seems quite stunned."

Martin chuckles. "Oh, this is quite fun."

That thought came crashing down with a terrified scream and wide eyed stares.

Martin felt exposed, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt bad about his body until this moment. He knows Tim can feel him tense. "I..."

"Jon, seriously?" Tim huffs sliding off Martin's back. "It's not his fault he's like this."

Jon was trying really hard to keep his panic and fear in check, and he felt a growing bubble of white hot rage directed at him and feeling it. The feedback loop was really confusing. "I uh..." He was forced out by Jonny.

"Fuck off." Jonny took back control his tail was lashing and puffed out at the end. His ears were pinned back, and the hair on top of his head was puffing out. "Seriously fuck off I don't judge you for who you carnally desire. Blackwood is mine, and you have absolutely no right." He goes o continue his rant, but a tooth falls out. He blinks as confusion fills his features, and he crouched down to poke it.

Martin opens his mouth and closes it. "You know I remember now what he was missing, the teeth."

"The teeth." Gunpowder repeats with a nod.

"I'm sorry Martin, are you ok?" Sasha vaguely motions.

"I mean, it was painful, but it doesn't hurt now." Martin pauses. "I have to figure out how to use my desk."

Tim is getting back control, pulling his eyes away from Jonny, now messing with his teeth. "I mean, you can get rid of the chair and move from there."

"That could work." Martin hums and looks over to Jonny. "Are you ok?"

Jonny holds a handful of his teeth. "What do you think?" He scowls. "Well fuck you too. No, I'm mad at you. That's a stupid fucking question, I don't care about spiders let alone being scared of them."

Three pairs of eyes watch the one sided argument.

.....

A fog seemed to roll into Elias's office out of nowhere, and a tall, muscular man in a captains attire steps inside. The man stops and stares at Elias, who had his head down on his desk. "Elias?"

Elias groans. "Peter."

"Shouldn't you be enjoying your new archivist floundering?" Peter raised his brow.

Elias takes a breath. "Peter, I have called every avatar I ever had contact with to ask if they knew what was going on with my archivist and his assistants. I have no leads, and the Beholder is clueless."

Peter opens his mouth then shuts it with a click.

"Do you have any idea what's happening? Because I don't have a singlaur clue." Elias throws his hands up. "One of the archivist assistants is a half spider centaur, and he's not even aligned with the web. The other has mechanical eyes that still work as eyes. That technology doesn't exist, and the Flesh doesn't bother with machines."

Peter reaches out. "I think you need a vacation."

Elias slams his hands against his desk. "Peter, I'm serious!" He gets up and grabs Peter's arm, and drags him to the archives.

Peter stared stunned.

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Time for a new pinned post!

Hi, everyone, this is Becca or Ori! Those in the Mechs fandom might know me for my Mechs and TMA themed knit dolls (all tagged "#stargazer's four inch friends"), or the TMA and Mechs fics I write (see below). I'm in my early twenties, am currently a graduate student in psych-related fields, and live in the eastern time zone.

If you're interested in my fics, promo for that under the cut. Otherwise, enjoy the chaos!

Why should you read what I mentally call the booty shorts saga, actually known as "The Semi-Annual Non-Denominational Winter Holiday Gift Swap"?

Have you ever wondered what gift swaps might look like in the Magnus Institute?

Do you need to imagine Certain Characters (Jon) receiving so many pairs of booty shorts?

This sticks close to canon, so. . . do you want a story about booty shorts and nonsense to suddenly give you So Many Feels?

This is a collaboration between the amazing @ladydragonkiller and myself, and it was our first foray into writing and posting fanfic. I love it. Go read LadyDragonKiller's other stuff if you're a Mechs fan.

Why should you read The Stars Claim Them?

I started this series with imagining Lyfrassir Edda surviving the Bifrost Incident, and then ending up at the Magnus Institute, so it is a TMA/Mechs crossover.

I've been consistently posting for over a year. Two years as of this March, and I am so excited for that :) Currently, we're nearly 100,000 words in and going, posting right now is concurrent with TMA season 2, and I've had so much fun.

This is the fic where I stare canon in the eye, say "coward", and save every single character I can manage.

Be prepared for a very slow burn indeed, but the Violinspector element is certainly Very Much There.

We've had road trips, heists, blood snakes, rubber ducks, far too many Michaels, and more. I did a whole Peter Pan arc. It's nonsensical and amazing and I love it.

We've got a discord, where we have Very Normal Conversations about the fic, the Mechs, the Magnus Archives, and more. If you like the fic series, you're more than welcome to join!

If you enjoyed LadyDragonKiller's Raphaella backstory, I have some Easter egg references to it scattered throughout, because we brainstorm together. I consider it canon to this series, as far as that goes, and I have fun planting those :)

Why should you read anything from Corner of Dreams?

Those were oneshots I wrote last year as a part of a challenge to myself!

The first one is the angstiest Toy Soldier thing I could manage without crying. Have fun! Bring tissues!

The second is a fun little Violinspector thing that I really enjoyed writing. It just amused me so much to think about. And that ending. . . I like to think it ended happily, but there's no guarantee, is there?

The third is a Brian/Galahad oneshot. It could go so many different directions after the ending, most of which would absolutely change up canon. I like to think it wouldn't end sadly. Probably.

If there's enough enjoyment of these, there's two more I might add one day, based on Alice and on Gunpowder Tim vs the Moon Kaiser.

Also, if you're trying to get a taste of what I've written, one of these is probably a lot easier to start with than TSCT. These are each under 5,000 words.

Why should you read I Got You, Babe?

It's now several chapters in and we already have the start of some fun stuff going on. We've got Violinspector angst, Nastya doing interesting stuff post-Out. . . Why wouldn't you?

Also, I'm having far too much fun whenever I get the time to write on it. It's going to be interesting. I can't wait to share more.

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Good Days

It was one of the good days. Alex was in a good mood, the weather didn't ruin filming, nobody was fighting or arguing. It was one of the few times Jay would sit back and smile because he felt lucky. Lucky that all these people were his friends and that he wasn't going to spend college a lonely hermit. Lucky that Alex had basically adopted him under his wing and introduced him to a few other people and now Jay had a pretty sturdy friend group.

Everybody decided to go for drinks after filming, except Brian and Alex were the only one who could legally buy alcohol, so while those two were out, Jay, Tim, Sarah, Jessica, and Seth were all in charge of getting pizza delivered to Alex's flat.

After a bit of light-hearted argument over toppings, and many profuse apologies to the poor employee taking their scrambled order, the group finally settled down and waited paitently for Alex's and Brian's return. Jay sat next to Tim, leaving a very safe amount of distance between their knees that looked far too awkward to not be intentional. Sarah and Jessica definitely exchanged a look that meant they knew. Anyone with eyes could see the obvious pining from a mile away. Except for Tim, apparently.

Alex and Brian returned shortly after with far too much beer than necessary. It was a good night.

As Jay lays on top of the hotel comforter, staring at the dusty and yellowish ceiling, he can't recall if it was the amount he drank or some outside force that makes that night such a blur. Whether it was the alcohol or the operator that made him not even remember Tim being there at all.

Yessssss im gonna try and do marbletober i can't promise ill get every prompt done also it might (just might) be a mixture of writing and my shitty art if I feel like it, also I can't promise I'll get every prompt done but I will TRY!!!!!!!

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HEAR ME OUT. ILOMILO BY BILLIE EILISH IS SO JAM CODED. IM SORRY

Oooooo I don't know that song.

Oh you're so right this is so Jam. Especially Jam in chapter 3 (or thinking back to chapter three in their final moments in the recorded MH) I think, when they're just starting their relationship/talking about their feelings and everything's a little turbulent because Jay's a mess who doesn't know how to cope with anything.

like, I have very many thoughts about this and you're getting all of them unfortunately

Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside? Remember not to get too close to stars They're never gonna give you love like ours

Jay, Tim, Jay

First two lines are Jay, trying to pretend like everything's fine and saying that Tim shouldn't worry about any of the weird stuff Jay does, right? Because of Alex. Jay's very weird because of Alex, because he's scared of falling in love with another unobtainable man.

The next two lines are Tim, you know when Jay kinda just ran the fuck out of the motel room after they kissed, because he though Tim was going to abandon him like Alex did? Tim was definitely trying to get Jay to stay inside and not run away so fast before they'd even properly talked about it and just, fixed the whole issue with some good old communication.

Then the last two lines are Jay again, reminding himself not to get too attached to 'stars' aka unobtainable men, men who are soooooo distant like the stars and can only burn him alive when he gets up close. (i'm mostly ignoring the love like ours bit because the only way it makes sense is if it's kinda Jay thinking about Alex, but the thing is Alex was a 'star' too, and what Jay's worried about in my head is Tim ending up being like Alex. So i'm ignoring it.)

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So show me the way home I can't lose another life

Tim, Jay

The first two lines are Tim, quite literally wondering where Jay went because he stormed away out of their motel room. He steps outside to follow Jay and doesn't immediately see him because he's crouched down beside his car, but Tim needs to know where Jay is, because it's really cold (in like august which it shouldn't be, so he's worried because Operator)

The next lines are Jay. He doesn't want to be lonely. As much as he's scared of getting into another relationship, he doesn't want to be on his own, he wants to be hopeful, he wants this to work. He wants Tim to come after him and 'show him the way home', he wants Tim to come and find him and take him back to their motel room so he doesn't have to do a little awkward walk back to get his stuff and keys so he can leave. He doesn't want to lose another person he's really started to care about.

Hurry, I'm worried The world's a little blurry Or maybe it's my eyes The friends I've had to bury They keep me up at night

Both Jay and Tim

First three lines. Jay wanting Tim to hurry out and get him because he knows something's wrong outside, but he can't really figure out what because the world's blurry with his tears. Tim wanting Jay to hurry up and come back inside so they can talk about it, and then stepping outside into the cold and realizing the world looks just that little bit distorted like it does when the Operator's around, he hopes he's just worried for no reason.

The last two lines. Jay doesn't want to have to bury another relationship, he doesn't want to lose Tim as well, losing Alex already haunts him day and night, and losing Tim would only add to that. For Tim it's a lot more literal, he knows something's wrong outside and he doesn't want to have to literally bury Jay because the Operator or Alex got him, the people he's lost already hang over him, especially Brian.

Said I couldn't love someone 'Cause I might break If you're gonna die, not by mistake

Jay.

Pretty self explanatory, he's scared to love someone again because if anything at all goes wrong he'll fucking break.

The last line feels more like Jay talking about the relationship itself, if it's going to die it'll happen before it's even started, and it'll be on purpose. Jay will push Tim away so that they can't even start a relationship for Jay to be crushed by when it ends.

So, where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So tell me you'll come home Even if it's just a lie

Tim

The first two lines are the same as before.

The third line is Tim not wanting to be lonely this time. He likes Jay, he wants this to work between them, and they need each other anyway, to sort out the whole Alex and the Operator thing.

The last two lines are Tim finding Jay and talking to him a little, he wants Jay to come back to the motel room with him, he wants Jay to say he'll come back even if it's a lie, he wants even false hope at getting to have a relationship with Jay, and Jay 'coming home' would give him that hope even if it wasn't actually going to end up with them together, even if it's just so that Jay can get his things and leave again for good.

I tried not to upset you Let you, rescue, me the day I met you I just wanted to protect you But now I'll never get to

Past and future. Jay and Tim.

The first two lines are just exactly what they say. Jay and Tim kinda (metaphorically) rescued each other the day they met, even though they definitely had a rocky start and at the time Tim didn't realize Jay coming back into his life was a good thing.

The last two lines are the future. They want to protect each other. Tim wishes he'd been there to protect Jay in the end, in entry 80, but Jay's gone and Tim's never going to be able to go back in time and fix things. (honestly this whole things could be them both thinking back on everything in their final moments in MH, Jay right as he's dying -life flashing kinda deal- and Tim and that crossroads)

Hurry, I'm worried

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely Was hoping you'd come home I don't care if it's a lie

Tim (end of series Tim)

Tim didn't ever really find out what happened to Jay's body. He never knew where it went, he just knows he never had anyone to bury. He kinda still holds out hope that somehow Jay will come back, because he never got to bury the body, so that means there's a sliver of a chance that Jay's still alive somewhere, right? (right, Skully. Sorta. They have Jay's face and that'd be devastating for Tim) He wants even that false hope that Jay could come back, but he knows any hope he gives himself will be baseless.

Jay's not coming back and Tim's going to have to live the rest of his life without him. (Tim's going to have to raise their daughter on his own, and she already looks so much like Jay, even at only a month and a bit old -i'm sorry, i'm obsessed with the angst of Tim having Jay's kid-)

[pierrotsmoon]

Heaven

Chapter 1- Classroom Crisis

cw- fluff, timidness, fem! reader, first meetings, author hates slow burn, first fic

“Hey, Hey! Blonde guy, I wasn't here yesterday, what’s the equation for density?”

       The girl sitting in front of him leaned back up against his desk, leaning her elbows against it. Brian flipped open his notebook, taking out the blue sticky note he had scribbled the equation on and handing it to her. Her eyes lit up as the gears in her brain started spinning. 

        Brian had noticed her the first day she walked into class, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment as they smiled at one another. Tim gave him a half-smile, knowing they would talk about this later. The moment Brian saw her, something in his heart ached. From that moment forward, he kept his eyes on her and her alone. He never struggled with women; he was a bit of a local heartthrob with his boyish good looks and charming personality, but every time he thought of her, his mouth went dry and he felt his face grow red. He couldn't talk to her; god he couldn't even look at her.

     “Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver. Brian, right?”

       “Yeah.”

       She looked happy at the fact that she had guessed his name right, flipping back to her notes and beginning her work. He could no longer focus on his equations, the only thing left in his mind was how he was going to ask her out. Tim leaned in next to him, slapping his shoulder and giving him a wide grin. Brian knew that he would never stop thinking about her, but Tim was making it even harder.

       As class ended, Brian knew he had a free period afterwards, so he went to the university library to study some more for his history class. As he walked there, he began to wonder why he chose history. He was a nursing major who acted on the side for a little money. He just needed to take history because he failed it in high school. The textbook under his arm was bookmarked in the section that spoke about Viking conquests. What were the Vikings going to do for his nursing career? All those thoughts shut up as soon as he saw a familiar figure drifting into the library, gripping onto the same textbook he had. 

“Brian? Oh my god!”

      She had spotted him; he gave her a tight-lipped smile and tried his hardest not to mess this up.

“You're in Kovalenko’s history class?” He spoke the words gently, hoping not to stutter.

       She nodded with a cheshire grin. As they both merged paths, rambling about the class, he finally locked eyes with her again.

      “Do you want to study with me?”

a/n- this is all a crosspost from my Quotev + Ao3 . I don't know how many chapters this will be yet, but I know I will be including both Marble Hornets and Creepypasta characters in this fic. It will get a little darker as Brian finds himself as Hoodie, but nothing to intense, as I can't handle that personally. Honestly I'm really happy to be sliding back into my internet horror era, the next chapters will be named after songs I like that fit the vibe. Thank you for checking me out, and please leave comments!!!

[h0rnyfanficwriter]

A night with Jaylex

(Ignore the spelling/grammar issues like all my fics. This was written while I was half asleep:3)

Enjoy some fluffy smutty stuff of the boys isn't enough

Alex was ready to go clubbing he was fluffing up his scene hair making sure the magenta racoon stripe subtly shines through his brown hair he looks at himself in the mirror "perfect" he smugly agrees he had a blink 182 tight t-shirt and low rise ripped skinny jeans and like 5 diffrent belts. His flip phone started buzzing "oh jay-" he put the phone up to his ear "hey jay" /fast shallow breathing greats him on the other end of the phone/ "...jay are you okay?" Alex sits himself down on his couch , this I'snt the first panicked call he'd recived from his best...friend 'I still don't know why he calls me , I don't think I'm very calming' . "I can't d-do it toni-ight" Jay's shakey tear filled voice echoed through the phone. "Is it your anxiety ?" Alex's voice took a calm tone, one nobody but jay had heard "y-yeah but it's fine! Yeha , don't worry, I'm sorry for bothering you , bye -" and with a beep, the call was ended. Alex didn't have a second thought in his head. The dirty, sweaty club could wait a night he messaged brian and tim that he couldn't make it. He got into his car, and en route to Jay's apartment, he stopped at 7/11 to get soda and snacks, and he picked up some $2 nail polish.

He eventually got to Jay's door and regained his usual strong composure he gave 2 rapid knocks to the door in front of him. after some scrambling a timid jay cracked open the door "Alex..?," he questioned although his eyes wouldn't decive him "why are you here and not at the club-" before the rambling could start Alex slithered past jay and set his bag of snacks down on his old couch the stains from coffee , mountain dew and ink litter the cushions "I'm gonna stay the night , your going to cheer up , we're going to have fun" this wasn't a proposal. No . It was a dammand one jay was more than happy to comply with.

They were sat on the messy couch togehter Alex was scrambling to find the number of the local pizza place , jay was sat there observing not in a creepy way it's just even in the broken yellow light Alex looked so bright not in the way of rainbows or sparkles but the way that the colours of his outfit popped , his eyes shone beneath his glasses and his hair lookd so soft. "No, I will speak to your manager. This coupon says I get a free pizza!" Jay didn't even notice the in-depth fight Alex had started, but it was covered . The fight was settled, and they got another free pizza for the 'inconvenience ' .

As they waited, Alex and jay were trying to pick a movie "okay something interesting, how about fight club?" Alex was already slotting in the dvd "you always pick fight club" jay rolled his eyes "okay....what do you want to watch" Alex looked over at jay , Jay's thinking face reminded him of a deer wide eyes and cute especially with his fidgety hands and messy hair "....cars?"

Jay searched Alex's eyes for approval, Alex let out a laugh "okay cars .....then fight club," Alex began searching Jay's cabinet for the dvd "deal!" Jay had smiled for the first time that day Alex's energy was empowering.

30 minutes later, they sat on the couch watching cars and enjoying their well-earned pizza.

"It's getting late. I'm gonna change out of all this." Alex pointed to his 5 belts and tight shirt . "You should get comfy too." Alex peeled off his tight band tee and unbuckled his belts . Just as jay looked over Alex unzipped his jeans and stripped himself into his batman boxers , jay pulled into a small smile at the immature underwear in his mind laughing at alex but something else caught his eyes, the bulge of his boxers and how well Alex /filled/ the underwear a warmth spread across Jay's cheeks he couldn't look away but the more he starred the more of a problem was rising in his own pants unknown to him Alex was done Alex was stood in his hoodie and boxers looking expectantly at jay "you wanan get changed I have a surprise for you when you do..." . Jay gulped, usually changing in front of his best friend. He was completely fine, but now he had a tent forming in his pants he felt panicked, and his face became even more red . He slowly shimmied his jeans down his legs, his hard on obviously there. Alex glanced down at Jay's bulge, thinking jay wouldn't notice smirked as his cheeks became a similar red. Both of them were left in their underwear and tee-shirts /hoodies.

"What's the surprise more chips?" Jay half-joked, but he didn't expect Alex to pull out a purple nail polish . "Well, I know that you like doing your nails to calm down . Could you do mine to match?" Whenever Alex previously mentioned Jay's 'female' tendencies he would be purely making fun of jay but this time he was genuine so jay cautiously took Alex's hand in his and softly painted eatch nail on his rough hands as jay was so concentrated Alex couldn't help but Stare at Jay's pretty , focused eyes and his soft small hands.

After the pizza and the jay listening to Alex rant for 2 hours about fight club they were cuddled up on the couch (not in a homosexual way....of course) jay was falling asleep and Alex couldn't get over the cute nose twitches the way he snuggled into Alex's lap or the way his hair tickled Alex's thigh. Alex didn't understand it he slept like a force was pulling him and before he had time to rationalise or talk himself out of it his lips were on Jay's and it felt amazing surprisingly in his sleepy state jay was lazily kissing back neither of them had the energy to comprehend the severity of this they both were listening to thier inner instincts and both of them wanted this , both of them needed this.

They didn't talk about it that night , not right there or then, but it made their dreams sweeter. As the sun rose and shin through the window, they scraggly awoke. Alex sat thier rubbing his eyes and pushing his glasses on his face , jay stretching like a cat below him. As they looked at each other to say good morning, no words left their mouths as flashes of last night, specifically the end, played over and over in their minds. They didn't talk about it now. Either way, all they did was reenact the scene, pressing their lips together, brushing past the morning breath, and holding each other in their arms . After a small while they broke away to breathe they smiled at each other it felt like a weight had been lifted from thier shoulders and they sat in this lovely silence until Alex's phone buzzed with a text from brian asking why he was late to class and what happend "oh.....fuck."

[astradreaming]

Helllooo. I'm here to put in a request. Please bless me with some Tim x reader fluff. He needs love too:)

absolutely he does :) Sorry, this took so long, the last Tim fic i wrote was meant to be this one until i realized there wasn't any fluff!😓 Angst is just too easy to write :( I kinda hate the ending lmk what you think <3 ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡

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"-Can anyone answer this question?" Mrs. Landry, the most boring substitute on the planet spoke out to the class.

A brunette girl who sat in the front row raised her hand eagerly. You sigh looking down at your messy scribbled notes, if you could even call them that. Great another class you'd surely fail.

Leaning back into your chair, almost hitting your head against the back wall. Looking up at the beige clock above the classroom door. 12 minutes left.

Looking out the window to your left, watching the students walk and talk through the courtyard below. You wondered how Tim and Brian's class was going, they were lucky enough to get this class together.

Sure you knew your peers and those who sat near you, but they weren't your friends. Your friends were in science class. Yet as much as you hated this class part of you was glad you were stuck in English. It's much better than being in science paired up with those two.

The memory of the previous year. The three of you had been trying to turn on the beacon, only turning it on. The three of you nearly set the whole desk on fire. It was hilarious, all Brian could worry about was if the flame had burned his eyebrows off, he was so sure they were gone! You'd never recalled another time Tim had been so embarrassed, never had you seen his face go that red before.

Laughing silently to yourself, glancing at the clock once more, 10 minutes. This class felt like an eternity.

Trying to tune back into whatever the teacher was saying, you noticed frantic hands in the small window on the door of the classroom. Two pairs of hands waving. Catching the teachers and the rest of the student's attention.

Mrs. Landry angrily put down the book she had previously showing the class, hand on hip storming over to the door, and pulling it open. There stood Brian and Tim.

"What are you two doing out of class!"

"Urm, we have a hall pass," Tim said, Brian turned to him confused before quickly nodding at the teacher.

"A hall pass hm? Let's see it then boys" Their eyes both went wide almost comically. She scoffed.

"Of course. I'll call the headmaster at once" Mrs. Landry stomped over to her desk, picked up the phone, punching in the headmaster's code.

You looked from the teacher to the two of them and back. Grabbing your bag quickly shoving everything on your desk inside, sloppily zipping it up. Making your way to the door.

"Yes that's right I- And where do you think you're going Miss L/N?"

"Preferably out the door Ma'am"

Running out the door the boys stood dumbfounded.

"Are you coming or not?" You yelled from the top of the stairs.

The sound of footsteps coming closer followed you down the school stairs. Distant yelling from Mrs. Landry drowned out as the three ran further from the classroom.

After running a few blocks away from the school, you deemed it far enough away. Catching your breath. The boys caught up to you, chuckling at each other.

"I can't believe you two" You puffed out.

"Believe us! I can't believe you, I totally thought we'd be stuck in the headmaster's office all day" Brian said rather gleefully at the fact he was out of school.

You huffed.

"Yeah well don't get used to it"

"Let's go home, today sucked" Tim finally spoke up.

You beamed up at him.

"Sucked huh, why?"

"You know why" He grumbled, slinging his backpack around to his front, fishing out a crumbled packet of smokes.

You chuckled almost evilly.

"Kinda your fault"

"Mhm Nah, it wasn't" He snapped.

"Yep kinda was, almost like the consequences of your actions" You jokingly mocked him.

"How was I supposed to know they were your kitkats? They were on the counter!"

"Yeah, in my house!" You laughed.

"Guys! The bus is gonna take forever to get here!" Brian yelled from down the street, looking up at the timesheet for each bus.

"How long?" Tim shouted back

"5 whole minutes!"

You snorted, Tim looked over at you puzzled.

"I was expecting an hour or something extreme"

Thankfully the bus wasn't full of people. Unfortunately, the back seat of the bus was occupied by four very obnoxious middle schoolers. Sitting next to the window, Tim sat next to you while Brian sat in front of you two twisted around to face you.

After a couple of stops, letting people on and off. A pair of boys got on. You'd recognize them from the year above all of you. Brian seemed to know them, leaving his seat and making his way to the group.

Leaving you with Tim. Alone. Not that you minded, of course, you didn't mind. He was your friend. Always just your friend...

Picking up conversation, you were telling him all about how Jenny thought you stole her notes, as if anyone would steal her notes, she was failing more classes than anyone else in the year.

You began ranting about it, not because you were angry but just because you were so immersed in the story. Realizing mid-rant you sheepishly looked over at Tim. He was already looking at you. His eyes flashed an emotion you hadn't seen before.

"I- Sorry"

"S'alright, I like listening to you"

You could feel your face heat. Mentally trying to stop your cheeks turn red, although you knew it wouldn't work of course you had to try. His eyes flickered to your lips. You both make eye contact, a silent conversation. You couldn't believe it. You were about to kiss him. Him. Tim. Unbelievable.

"-annd this is them!" Brian said to the two boys he was talking to, now sitting across the bus aisle from you. Brian sitting down in his original seat.

Tim coughed turning away from you and glaring at Brian before introducing himself as well as you to the newcomers.

[the-finest-clockwork-soldier]

Well There's Jonny, Of Course You Know Him. He's Our First Mate, But Really He's A Better Captain Than The Captain We Had Before. Real Creative One, But He Much Prefers His Pistol To His Pen Half The Time.

Then There's Our Engineer Who Might As Well Be Our Co-captain: Nastya. She Seems To Decide Where We Go More Than Anyone Else And Dislikes Me Even More Than What's To Be Expected. I, However, Am Quite Fond Of The Way She's Tried To Better My Machinery- Even If She Gets All Grumpy When I Keep Working After It Stops.

Ultimately there were too many crew members for it to just tick them off on its fingers, so instead it knocked against the back of one hand to punctuate each new name.

Ivy Seems To Determine Where We Go The Other Half Of The Time- A Splendid Navigator, That One Is. She's Quite Nice; You Ought To Look At Her Collections Sometime For A Right Marvel. I Particularly Like The Way She Paints Me And The Way We Recite Her Stories Together. That Was The Way She First Introduced Herself To Me, All The Way Back At My First Show, You Know.

It will never change the others for treating it like the toy it is, but it was rather nice to have Ivy play with it while all the others scrutinized it for the performance.

Our Good Pilot Is- Hm- He's A Silly Thing. See, He's A Bit Like Me-

-The Toy Soldier lifted its hand and began physically moving the fingers with the other, highlighting the ball joints-

-Or At The Very Least, He Looks Like Me. Don't Be Confused, He Has Some Flesh Left, So He's Real! I Don't Spend Much Time Around Him, For He Gets All Fussy And Upset Over Me Being A Toy, And He Can't Say So Properly When He's All Boring-

Oh!

Speaking Of, You Ought To Like Talking To Him About That Mask Of Yours! He Might Have A Word Or Two To Say About His Own Switch.

Just Don't Flip It On Your Own, Because Then I Would Have To Kill You! And I Don't Particularly Want To Do That.

That was a Rule. The crew could flip the morality switch all they wanted, but anyone else doing it made the Toy Soldier feel all wrong in ways it couldn't explain; therefore, it'd decided to join the crew in killing everyone who did and personally make it a rule to do so.

Tim Is A Bit Easier To Deal With; His Shots Have Been Magnificent Since His Early Days, And Even More So After I Helped Brian And Jonny Give Him Those Spiffing New Eyes. He Didn't Like That For A Long Time, But He Was Far Too Delightful And Far Too Brutal To Just Leave. I'm Sure You Understand.

Over the years he had only gotten more delightful and more brutal. Truly, it had made the right call with Jonny. There was no better addition to the crew since.

Ashes, Our Quartermaster And Higher Ranking Than Jonny- But Don't Tell Him That- Is Very Fun With Cards And Sending Me Out On All Their Lovely Little Schemes, Even More So After An Ale Or Six.

The Toy Soldier really wished they'd find a place to stay for a few centuries soon. It missed all the murders and spying Ashes tends to play it for after they establish themselves greater than a god wherever they go.

Raphaella Is...

Raphaella is nice to it, and cruel to everyone. She likes to dance with it and write songs together over tea. It's always been first in line to be her lab assistant, if only for the ways her eyes look so alive and it feels so perfectly fake under her praising it for its help.

It shouldn't say any of that.

Raphaella Is Our Science Officer.

Is what is settled on.

Right.

It really wanted to brush past that.

There's Also Our Baron-doctor Marius, And I've Been Told A Doctor On A Ship Of Immortals Is Even More Useless Than A Mascot On One! Sometimes I Find It Rather Fun To Pretend That's True.

Hm.

I Do Believe That's Everyone. Do Any Of Them Sound Fun?

Technically the Aurora was the ship and not the crew, so it allowed itself to act like Gizm0 hadn't asked about her at all in his question. It's feelings on her could be bad, not exactly, but they were conflicted at the moment.

They tilted their head slightly with a curious expression, pausing their carving

"I'm not sure i get what your implying? They were covered in blood yeah. Some of my own but mostly others."

The Toy Soldier fidgeted with its sleeves. It didn't stop looking at Gizm0, but it did seem awfully hesitant to make direct eye contact.

Well, I Was Just Curious If You Tore Through The Crew Then, Too. Never Saw You As One For A Gun, And I Could Have Sworn On The Crown There Was Blood Under Your Nails.

[poptrim]

What if... Hoodie got a job at Freddy's?

(A/N) #1.: Yes, I am aware of the FNAF lore. Yes, I know that Brian is dead. We're going to pretend that the restaurant in FNAF 1 wasn't closed. Oh, and Hoodie is still alive.

(A/N) #2.: The story takes place in an AU.

(A/N) #3.: English is NOT my first language, so grammatical errors and plotholes may occur.

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TW: Uncensored language

You may ask: What does a well-paid serial killer have to do in a restaurant made for kids as a night guard? That's the problem: Brian doesn't know it either.

Two days ago, when Tim, Toby and him got back from their latest mission, Slenderman asked him to talk privately.

"I know that the behavior of that two is driving you up the wall. Toby pokes you, Masky is complaining and smoking in his free time. I made that decision that I'm going to send you on a break"  explained the entity.

Hoodie was stunned. Slender usually does not send his proxies on a break. He was grateful through, showing it to him with a silent "Thanks".

"You're welcome, kid. However, I can't let you get lazier, even for a short time. Because of that, I got you a job."

"I have to work for a living? I mean, in a lawfully legal job?" raised his eyebrows under his ski mask Brian.

"Yes. You're going to work as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."

"In that restaurant for kids? With the robots?"

"Not everyday ones. There is a rumor that sometimes they come to life and kidnap kids. They never see the young ones ever again, so there's a high chance that they kill them as well. And their guards at night either. I want you to supervise the behavior of the robots during that five nights I got you hired. If necessary: Dismember them. You'll be starting on Sunday midnight, in two days."

"Alright, Master."

That was two days ago. Hoodie - after midnight, for five days as Brian Thomas -, starts his fight and survival against the animatronics and the limited energy (because of it's prices) in five minutes.

He got into his office just in time. He sat down onto his office chair exactly at midnight.

>>>NIGHT ONE, 12 AM

"Let's see... A tablet, where I have to keep an eye on the animatronics through the cameras, two doors what can be closed and lighten up the corridors behind them with their buttons. Oh, and plushies on my desk. Wonderful.

Brian sat back onto the chair with his tablet. He decided to check on the animatronics first. The Pirate Cove, where Foxy must have been wasn't visible because a purple curtain with white stars covered it. In front of it, there was a sign with the message 'Sorry! Out of order' on it.

"Where are the others?" Brian furrowed his brows. But before he could switch cameras, he heard light singing.

,,Dam dam dam dam dam dam dam... Du du du du du... Dam dam dam..."

"What the... I don't wanna know."

Brian quickly looked for the other three robots. Luckily, he found all of them in a single room. After he made sure everything's okay, he decided to take a quick nap.

>>>NIGHT ONE, 2 AM

Brian woke to the sound of quickly approaching footsteps. He felt like something was wrong.

The tablet showed 81% energy level. Brian quickly checked the cameras. He hadn't found anything abnormal... Until he got to the West Hall. Oh no.

At the end of the corridor, barely visible, but there was a silhouette. Their head had the form of a bunnies.

"What was his name again? Bonnie, I guess...  Let's keep an eye on him."

Suddenly, the screen went black.

"FUCK!" shouted nervously Brian, then looked at the tablet again. Bonnie was nowhere to be seen.

Brian jumped on his feet and carefully poked his head out through the left door while turning on the lights. No sight of Bonnie.

Still very nervously, but Brian sat back to his seat, rolled himself near the right entrance and grabbed the Freddy plush. When he was a child, one of his birthdays was held here, as he finally remembered. This place cleared a few memories Slenderman obscured.

>>> NIGHT ONE, 3 AM

1993

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" shouted the parents and little friends of the 5-year-old Brian.

The boy stood in front of the Pirate Cove in happy tears. In his hand, there was a scarf that covered his eyes moments before.

"Thank you!" Brian ran to his mother and hugged her legs.

"Open your presents as fast as you can" told him his father. " Freddy and Chica could be here in any minute now, with a special surprise."

Little Brian nodded eagerly, then walked to his big pile of presents in the corner.

A little while after this, he looked happily at his new stuffs. He got a Rubick-cube from Jay, toy cars from his parents, twenty dollars from his grandma, a toy gun from Alex, a yellow jacket what even had a hood from Tim (it was so large he tripped multiple times) and a photo album from Jessica, full of with pictures of he and his friend group.

"Mommy! Who is this mister without a face?" he pointed at one of the group photo. They took it next to a forest, only two weeks before Little Brian's birthday. In the background, a bit blurry, but there was a very tall man in a suit, without a face.

"Hm? You have a really good imagination, sweetie" laughed his mother, then turned back to the other parents to continue talking after petting his son's head.

"But I saw him..."

"H-He-Hey! I would like to thank you all once again for choosing us to celebrate your child's birthday!" a voice exclaimed from the stage.

"FREDDY!" the kids screamed in enthusiasm and ran to the robot bear. Little Brian shoved away his insecurities about that photo for their sake, and joined them.

"Are you re-re-ready to sing Ha-Ha-Happy Birthday to the birthday boy?" asked Chica.

"YEES!"

>>>NIGHT ONE, 5 AM

Brian woke to the sound of crashing. The tablet slipped from his hands and fell on the floor, while the Freddy plush was still tightly held in his hands. The right door was going up and down continuously. Brian lifted his head from the red button. The door stopped, closed.

"I fell asleep again" he muttered Brian. This shouldn't happen again. "The energy level is on... TWENTY-SIX?!

The man quickly slammed on the button of the closed door, so it would open and the energy usage decrease. He was breathing heavily. Then, he decided to peep out each hall, just to make sure everything's okay.

He placed Freddy back on the desk, then turned on the lights on his right. Nothing. He turned it off, then went to check the other hall.

"Let's see."

He lighted up the hall just to face with Bonnie.

"FOR THE LOVE OF ZALGO!" Brian shouted, then closed the door with the speed of light, locking out the demon-looking bunny. He turned off the light for good.

The man ran to the other half of the office again and looked out, searching for possible danger. Nothing.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of bells. Brian took a look of his watch. It was six in the morning.

>>>NIGHT ONE, 6 AM. FIRST NIGHT COMPLETED.

1st part out of 3.

Next part

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Hope you liked it. Have a wonderful day/night! My Wattpad: ReginaTheRabbit

[intimidating-fettuccine]

If this has been asked before, please tell me. But scenario, where it's doing a shopping trip with Toby and Tim, but things start to get out hand cause Toby and reader start causing chaos. Thank you, have a wonderful day.

Thank you for blessing me with the chance to write this~

You didn’t specify relationship statuses, so I wrote this very closely platonic but not explicitly romantic.

Tim should have expected this. He should have known that this was going to happen the second the two of you decided to accompany him to the store, but no, he thought, he hoped- that for once, maybe the two of you would be kind to him, that you'd behave yourselves, and that this would be a nice, peaceful little group outing to the store. He should have known better than to hope for things better than this.

It had started off simple, as it normally did, one of you poking jabs at the other, trying to tickle the other but acting as though you hadn't done anything, resulting in Tim turning around and giving you a look that shut both of you up. Then, of course, you began chasing each other around the store, then sneaking food into the other's pockets, and then you decided to buy the Extra Spicy Demon Jerky that was notoriously dangerous for humans to consume, and yet you both ate it. Tim was nearly at his limits and you'd only been there 10 minutes.

"I can't believe the two of you." Tim had sighed, watching the two of you chug the milk cartons he had bought the two of you, his brow creased and his foot tapping.

"We're sorry, Tim. I seriously thought I could take it after I survived the regular spicy one last time." You heaved out, lips swollen from the heat, eyes watering. 

"I mean, c-calm on Tim, it's always worth a shot, right?" Toby was coughing, his body facing the consequences of the pain he couldn't feel, and even though he said he was fine Tim had still forced him to chug the milk he knew he needed.

"Worth a shot until the two of you end up burning holes through your stomachs. You should know better than to eat food made for the demons." He chastised the two of you again, before sitting himself between the two of you and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms.

"Seriously... What am I going to do with the two of you?" He sighed into his hands, and you and Toby both shared a look. 

"I'm sorry, Tim. I won't do it again." You cooed out to him, rubbing his back before nuzzling into him. He sighed again, although the exhaustion seemed to leave his form, and Toby mirrored your actions.

"Can the two of you behave for the rest of the time we're here?" He questioned you both, and when you both answered 'Yes' he took in a deep breath and nodded, before leaning back to rest on the bench you were seated at.

"I love the two of you dearly, but I swear you'll be the death of me." You and Toby chuckled at that, resting your heads on his shoulders.

"Well, what a great way to g-go out, am I right?" Toby asked after a few moments, causing you to snort, and Tim to let out his familiar frustrated sigh, causing you and Toby to then burst into laughter.

Tim shouldn't have hoped for better from a shopping trip; after all, the two of you were absolutely chaotic when you were together, and you were always getting into trouble. However, he supposed that it was part of your charm, even if he would never admit it to the two of you. He would just have to bring Brian along next time so there was extra supervision.

[drrealityslenderverse]

Valentines Headcanons

What those MH peeps doin'?

Alex:

Drops everything he'd been doing

It's all about his gf today he won't let her lift a finger

He'll only let her pamper him after a night out, which is usually a dinner and a movie (even better, he won't talk about film/directing while watching the movie this time)

Very happy to receive gifts but prefers to give them

The last Valentines before going crazy, he got Amy a teddy bear holding a box with an expensive necklace that had their initials engraved in the back

On Valentines post-MH, he'll take some time to buy her favorite flowers and put them on her grave

Ethan:

This is what he's been prepping for for several weeks

He'll go all out for Emma and make a day out of it by going to their favorite places and ending with an expensive dinner

It's very obvious this is his favorite holiday by the effort he puts into the planning

He brought Alastor into the dates after the two began dating as well

Given Alastor can't eat human food, he and Emma still get time to themselves on Valentines

Overall loves to shower the two with romantic gestures before returning home with them for the night

Jay:

Oh no, is it the 14th already!?

He isn't used to dating so he doesn't always remember and definitely tends to forget

Lucky him, Brian finds it amusing and is very reassuring that they don't have to do anything fancy

They usually end up cuddling on the couch together after binging tv shows all day

His last Valentines was, sadly, something he didn't put extra thought into (Jay wishes he'd done something special for it)

Strangely, after MH and Brian was assumed dead, he'd find little gifts in his car or hotel room on Valentines

His favorite, while nothing exciting, is blue jay feather because it reminds him of Brian telling him it was his favorite bird when they went bird watching

Brian:

He's cliche and buys a box of chocolate

His idea of a perfect Valentines is doing whatever Jay wants to do

Usually this ends up being something rather simple like staying in and cuddling

Sometimes he'll surprise his bf with tickets to a movie or restaurant reservations

After the events of MH, he's taken to distancing himself from Jay hoping to help from a distance (Alex won't look for him if he thinks he's already dead)

He still can't resist leaving small things he's found as gifts for Jay and really wants to reveal who he is to Jay... If only he'd follow him instead of running to Tim for protection

Ash:

Oh great it's Valentines, the worst holiday

She's fine with being alone, really, but that doesn't mean she wants the idea of romance and love rubbed in her face at every turn

It's also the reminder that getting close to someone could put them in danger

Tends to stay home or if she's really desperate, the ARK to wait the holiday out

Basically just tries to ignore the holiday and does her own thing

After running into Jay and Tim, she'll sometimes hang out with them for the day (Tim's hesitant to trust her still but Jay's usually thrilled at the chance to try getting more answers from her about the ARK and stuff)

It does make her feel less lonely at least, it's been a while since she had friends (and these two are already involved in the mess so it isn't like she's putting them at risk)

Tim:

Was that today?

He doesn't have a reason to participate in the holiday and so long as people aren't going too far with pda in front of him, he doesn't mind

Okay, he might be a little sad/disappointed he's alone... again but he usually hangs out with Brian the day before

He'll go about his day as normal

After MH things got so much worse. He didn't really have his friends around anymore and Valentines made it feel so much more apparent

Agreeing to help Jay has helped somewhat, as he now has a companion (even if Jay can be impulsive) but he's aware Jay still has a thing for Brian and hopes to find him

Ash? Oh he's keeping an eye on them. Jay might like encouraging them to show up for Valentines but he's not sure it's a great idea (why do they know so much?)

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"