#very consistent… jeff They killer…

[lesbiangiratina]

[lordprettyflackotara]

General Eyeless Jack HeadCannon’s:

general sfw head cannons & nsfw ones under the cut🫣. kinda wanna make an ej abc’s nsfw smut thingy (whatever they call it you guys know)

GENERAL SFW:

-ej is a very reserved individual. the only people you will catch him interacting with besides slenderman is masky (who is constantly wounded & needs stitches) and Jeff (not out of choice)

-ej is the first creep slenderman ever found. he is by far the oldest compared to the others although his physical body stopped growing at age twenty five

-he either lives alone in a cabin in the woods OR stays at the slender mansion we all know and love out of convenience. its either one or the other you pick.

-when living at the mansion, jack loves patching up the proxies. the medical field is his fortitude. the only thing he loves more is patching up actual creeps, whose wounds heal much differently from a regular humans.

-on that note jack 100% spends his spare time studying creeps supernatural properties. (ex:aging consistencies, healing speed, the chemical breakdown of what exactly makes a killer a creep)

-oddly enough has a fondness of toby and keeps an eye out for the kid when he sees him.

-tried to hit on Jane once. almost got a knife stabbed through his hand.

-will claim he’s babysitting ben and sally ‘against his will’ but ben is twenty and sally was already playing with Smile (he just wants to be around them)

-Jeff annoys the actual fuck out of ej, and regardless of whether or not ej would ever admit it, Jeff is his best friend

NSFW UNDER THE CUT:

-marks. hickies. bruises. bite marks. it doesn’t matter. seeing his lover covered in the marks he littered on your soft flesh satisfies him

-contrary to popular belief he wants his lover to cum multiple times before he ever considers getting off. by the time you’re worn out and dazed, he’s finally ready to fuck your brains out

-knows the human body very well. you don’t need to even guide him in the right direction. he’ll open your folds and suck on your clit without hesitation

-ej has three tongues, he prefers to use them one of them ways. the first being two in your cunt, curling at your sensitive g spot. the other flicking at your clit. the second is far more filthy, the demon satisfied using one to play with your clit, one in your pussy, and one in your ass. it satisfies him to be filling your holes.

-he will strictly only cum inside of you. breeding kink to the absolute max. ej is typically a reserved clueless gentleman, but in bed becomes primal. he will cum inside of your cunt unless you try to sway him otherwise. and even then he’ll miss seeing his seed dripping out of your hole

-mating press on top. enjoys nibbling at your earlobe and whispering filth into your ear.

-“You like that? You like my cock that deep inside of you?”

-size kink. this man will go feral over seeing the outline of his cock through your throat/stomach

-“Fuck, look at that. You’re milking my cock. Fuck.”

-absolutely does not fuck with threesomes but if you really really want one the only person he’d be willing to consider is Jeff

-“You like being used by us like a slut, don’t you? Tell Jeff how good my cock feels.”

-adores when you pull on his hair, specifically while he’s eating you out. makes him feral.

-likes picking you up and fucking you against walls <3

[oldwritingm]

Creepypasta/MH - What Their Love Is Like

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Brian/Hoody, Tim/Masky, Nina the Killer

Jeff the Killer

Obsession

He’s extremely obsessed with himself, especially his appearance, so I imagine his love would merely be an extension of that

In his eyes, his lover is perfect, from their appearance to every little thing they do

They can do no wrong, and he completely overlooks their flaws

If anything, he doesn’t even see them as flaws

Just more reasons that the person is perfect

That being said, his love is probably pretty suffocating

Physical and verbal affection are his go-to, as well as spoiling them with gifts

The former two he expresses in random mushy gushes

The latter will occur randomly, just whenever he spots something he think they’d like

He’s either fawning over them or raging at them in a characteristic outburst of blind anger

Either way, the emotions are intense

“Chill” moments are rare with him, and they consist of him being burnt out/too tired to feel anything

He probably doesn’t even acknowledge his lover when this happens

They might take advantage of this, using the opportunity to bask peacefully in his presence without having his full attention on them

In short, he’s an extreme ride-or-die lover who pours every ounce of energy and attention over his love

Eyeless Jack

A quiet, curious love

I imagine he’d meet his lover when they lock gazes randomly

They stare for a long time, silently becoming fascinated with the other

Not physically/romantically attracted or anything, just strangely drawn to each other

From there the relationship progresses by one of them (alternatively) making a subtle move as feelings of romance sprout bizarrely from concrete like a dandelion

Standing closer, exchanging names, brushing hands, a peck on the lips, all over a very long period of time

He doesn’t talk much, but somehow always finds himself around this person

This is partly because he’s wary around them; he doesn’t fully trust himself not to attack them

But there’s something magnetic about the relationship, and he can’t stop it (and though he won’t admit/realize it, he doesn’t want to)

The relationship never stops deepening: the love grows stronger every day, new boundaries are explored, relationship milestones like moving in together are reached

But there’s still that mysterious barrier that prevents them from talking too much

Are they afraid to expose themselves? Is the silence too comforting? Who can tell…

Whether they break the wall down or not, their strong and obscure attraction will hold them together for a long time

Brian/Hoody

Infatuation

He would’ve noticed them first

Interest piqued, he’d try to speak with them

He’d advance the relationship quickly, but not in the way you’d expect

Instead of asking to hang out often, he spends perhaps a little too much time investigating them

Talking to their friends, looking up their name online, scrolling through their social media…

He knows everything about them before they tell him themselves

Still, he likes to hear them talk about themselves; that just means he gets to cross-check his information

Of course, he’d never let on that he knows more than they believe

When the relationship really starts to get intimate, he’d ramp up the “investigating”

He’s a little obsessed with knowing everything about them

He does it because he can’t stand wondering about them

What are they up to? Well, go see for yourself.

Over time he’d probably let up a little, especially if/when his lover starts to catch on

He’d get a little more comfortable with simply asking them the things he feels the need to know

It will get overwhelming, but it’s just part of the package with him

He probably won’t return the favor; if his lover asks him something in return, he’ll be extremely vague

In that respect the relationship would be a little one-sided; he knows everything, they know only a little

Tim/Masky

Bitter

He’s got problems. He knows that. They know that. They both just have to deal with it

Anyone who’s stubborn enough to stick by him simultaneously scares him and makes his heart flutter

He’s been hurt a lot in his life, he doesn’t want the same to happen to them

Plus he doesn’t have a lot of emotional energy/affection in him

So he keeps himself distant, often to a neglectful extent

The only thing that’d make them stay would be the sporadic shows of affection

They’re small, few, and very far between

A pat on the head, a mumbled compliment, locking pinkies for a moment, draping his arm across them in bed, tiny things like that

He’d get flustered easily by any show of affection towards himself

He’d feel overwhelmed by frequent displays, so his lover would have to be strategic in planning when to act

Honestly it’d be like they weren’t even dating

But then someone would see them share a lingering glance, or sit silently together in the rain, and they’d start to wonder

Speaking of, most of the pair’s time together would be like that; just sitting silently, not talking, not touching, not even acknowledging the other

Smoking on the balcony late at night or early in the morning, standing in the rain while they wait for a bus, eating sandwiches in a diner, solemn-faced and unspeaking all the while

The relationship would be held together by a very long and thin string, but it would be strong as steel so long as they both remained stubborn

Nina the Killer

Magical

She’s like an enchantress: absolutely captivating, but still with a dangerous air about her

She would show her love unapologetically to the one she deemed worthy of it

She’s a pretty affectionate person when it comes to her loved ones

Physical affection, verbal affection, hand-made gifts, helping them out, exciting and romantic dates, taking pictures together, the whole nine yards

This being said, her craziness does almost always shine through

There’s just something so subtly off about the things she’ll say, or the things she’ll do

A splotch of blood on a gift, a comment that might be a threat from anyone other than her, just little things that catch one’s attention every now and again

If you bring it up, she’ll share the truth openly

She’d have to have picked someone she trusts fully, so transparency is never a problem when they have concerns

Even if she’s sharing something disturbing or distressing, she’ll tell it in full

She’d expect her lover to do the same, and would help coach them if they didn’t

The relationship would not last if they resisted; she knows what she wants and what she deserves

Thanks for reading!! Take care sweeties <33

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Hii!! can I get headcanons of what creepypasta characters would do if you cheated. Please and thank you, also love youuu. 💕

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Liu Woods ⪼

Normally, Liu isn’t one to freak out. But this just about made him do so. Coming home from a long day, and seeing another man in your twos bed was the LAST thing he’d expect out of you.

Headcanons ⪼

• Was in genuine shock, anger, and disappointment when he found out.

• He was really devastated about it as well.

• That night consisted of constant fighting, blaming, yelling, and honestly just bullshit excuses from you. Excuses that Liu definitely wasn’t buying.

• He had gotten you a gift that night, only for it to be thrown away. Along with your twos relationship. Sad, really.

• You two broke up that night after the argument. Liu went to Jeff’s, who surprisingly let him stay for a night or two. Jeff helped him calm down and get his mind off of it.

• A few days after the break up, Liu threw away all the pictures, gifts, etc. that were from the relationship. Wanting to forget about it as quick as possible.

• Asked you to delete any photos or posts of you two from the relationship, politely. If you declined, it probably wouldn’t end well.

• Liu hadn’t really told you about the whole Creepypasta serial killer thing, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the hassle of getting rid of you.

• Got over the breakup in about 3 months, wants to be on good terms, but doesn’t think it’ll go well anyways.

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Bloody Painter ⪼

Helen is not a person to take cheating lightly. In fact, he does not tolerate it by ANY means. He’s a very hard person to read, but you could tell his true emotions behind that stoic and emotionless mask of his.

Headcanons ⪼

• He was surprisingly ‘calm’ during this whole situation. Though it was clear he just wanted to scream at the you and the stranger.

• Just like any other occasion, he showed no emotion. But you could tell just how pissed and hurt he was by this.

• Managed to hold in his emotions while telling you and the stranger to get out. Pure disappointment and hurt was evident in his voice as it cracked slightly.

• Had burned all paintings he had made of you over the course of the relationship. Along with deleting photos and your number.

• Once you started to try to get in contact with him, he blocked your number. The amount of calls and texts he was getting started to annoy him.

• Demanded for his hoodies, shirts, etc. back. Immediately washing them as soon as he got them. Though, he did keep one with your scent still on it

• He bottled up his emotions for a long time. Until he just broke down in front of Puppeteer. Puppeteer let him vent for as long as he needed, he knew that Helen needed this.

• It took Helen a bit longer to get over the break up, as his trust issues built up more. But Puppeteer and Dina helped him through it.

• Got with Dina a month or so after he got over the break up, is still with her currently.

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Ticci Toby ⪼

Toby never thought that, that would happen, but there he was standing in the hallway. Catching you and the stranger in the bedroom. You only just noticed him when you heard him tic, pushing the stranger off you.

Headcanons ⪼

• Toby’s emotions got the best of him. He was pissed, but mostly hurt at the same time. He basically screamed at the stranger to get out.

• Once you two were alone, you two argued, you mostly said excuses.

• After the break up, Toby went killing more than usual, needed to get his mind off things and to get his anger out.

• Sally helped distract him from it by playing tea party or dress up with him. Bloody Painter drew with Toby to distract him as well.

• Despite them helping him forget about it, he still was pretty bummed out about it. But eventually, over time, he got over the break up.

• He did the same as Helen and Liu, getting rid of photos, posts, etc. from the relationship.

• Washed the bedsheets and his clothes that you had worn in the past. He felt disgusted to even lay down in his own bed after catching what you had done with another man.

• Hasn’t gotten with another person since then. He’s still working on forgetting about it.

• Other creeps had helped him a lot, giving advice, helping him forget, or just helping in general. He’s healing really well, and has mostly forgotten about it.

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

HOLY MOLY WOLY I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING ADORABLE OMGGGGG A CHILD READER WHO CAN TURN INTO A WOLF LIKE FROM TWILIGHT BUT SENSE THERE A CHILD THEY TURN INTO A PUP LIKE A LITTLE WOLF PUP??? AND THEY LIKE GET SUPER HAPPY TO SEE THERE FAVORITE CREEPYPASTA AND THEY TURN INTO A PUP I JUST THINK THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE!! With jeff, ben, and clockwork >0<

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Summary: Creeps with a child!reader who can turn into a wolf when they get too excited

Genre: Fluffiest fluff

Warnings: Slight female and male nudity on clockwork's picture

A/n: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE OMG?? DYING RN PICTURING THIS BC THATS JUST SO SWEET

Credits: Jeff the Killer- Creepypasta, Ben Drowned- Creepypasta, Clockwork- Creepypasta, Divider- benkeibear, Pictures- Pinterest

Jeff The Killer

He had been gone for 9 months straight, laying low after the police had been hot on his trail

So when he gets home, he is sweaty, tired, and covered in a mix of dirt and blood

You, being a kid, don't really grasp why he was gone for so long, everyone just told you that "Sooner or later, he'll be back" and that "Jeff never stays down for long"

After a while, you had just gotten used to not seeing him

It was late when he finally got back, and all of the kids were supposed to be in bed

But you, being the sneaky little thing you are, wanted to see what all the cheering and talking was downstairs

As you peer through the bars on the railing of the steps, you see Ben, Toby, and a few other creeps slapping jeff on the back, and welcoming him home

They are all drinking beers as a way of mini celebration and no one notices the small child up past their bedtime

When you see Jeff, you practically bolt down the stairs, crying his name

Jeff looks around to see who was calling him, but by the time you reach him, you've already gotten so excited to see him that you accidentally turned into your wolf form

You are now standing at his boots, yapping up at him and excitedly running around in small circles

He looks down and sees your tiny fluffy self, wailing and your tail wagging wildly, and grins

He sets his beer down and picks you up, squeezing you against his chest in a big hug

"I thought it was bedtime for pipsqueaks like you!" He says

You put your front paws on his shoulder and begin licking all over his face, still making small whimpering noises out of pure excitement

He laughs before holding you away from his face with an "Okay, okay! I missed you too!"

It is then that Masky sees you, and allows you to say one final hello before dragging you back to your bedroom for sleep

Ben Drowned

You had begged him to play with you, just one little game!

And finally he had agreed to play hide and seek

Only because he knew he'd win, of course

So as you look for him all over the manor you get more and more frustrated

You swear you've searched the whole place multiple times already

By the 2 hour mark you are ready to give up, and are craving a little nap

So as you go to curl up on one of the couches, all of a sudden you feel cold hands gripping your shoulders and a soft "boo!" by your ears

You are so shocked that you switch into your wolf shape

Ben is quiet for a second before laughing loudly

You stand up and turn to look at him, growling and huffing in a displeased tone

You turn away with a "Humph!" only to be picked up by ben and brought to be cradled like a baby

"Oh my goodness, so sensitive" He says teasingly, rocking you back in forth

You nip his arm playfully before licking the spot and jumping out of his arms

This time, he's the seeker!

Clockwork

Clockwork can play an acoustic guitar, and she is very popular with the children for lullabies

She does try to play it consistently so she doesn't lose the skill, so she almost always says yes

However, when you asked her to sing you to sleep tonight she said it'd be a few hours before she was able to do anything because she had some chores to do

It was already your bedtime, and you were really tired so you didn't know if you would make it a few more hours

It is nearly 4 hours later when she finally makes her way into your room

You were so sleepy, your eyes were drooping closed

So when you saw her, it shocked you and you were so excited to see her that all of a sudden, you're a wolf!

She chuckles and sets her guitar down, before picking you up and setting you in her lap

"Are you sure you want me to sing? You look pretty sleepy" She says as you take a big yawn

You step back onto your bed and curl up, licking your nose as you slip into sleep

She sighs and pulls her guitar into her lap before beginning to play a soft song

The last thing you remember before falling asleep is her singing quietly, seemingly knowing that it was only a matter of time before you were out cold

[unearthly-doting]

Can I request a yandere Alphabet for Jeff the killer?

a/n: yes you can !! here you go <3 i've never actually done this b4 so fingers crossed i'm doing it right but!! it was really fun to do tbh!!

warnings: not proofread, yandere content, typical jeff behavior, kidnapping, forced relationships, forced affection, murder, mentions of forced murder, blood, gore, threats of violence, i tried really hard to keep it light but also it's... jeff the killer.... so....

yandere alphabet: jeff the killer

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

— he's not the most affectionate person in the world, but on the very rare occasions that he decides to show you his love, it's intense, maybe even suffocating. you'll be glued to his side for however long it takes until he gets bored, his fingers digging into your skin to the point where it might bruise, his head buried in your shoulder as he keeps you pressed tightly against him. lucky for you, most of these sudden bursts of affection last for only thirty minutes to an hour, but on his bad days, they can last well over a handful of hours.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

— he's willing to get as messy as he needs to be. blood and gore are nothing new to him, and he actively thrives under those sorts of situations. if we're being completely honest, he wants it to be messy. he wants there to be blood and murder. he'd take his time murdering whoever he had to if it meant getting you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

— oh, he'll 100% be mocking you if you're a screaming, crying mess. really, if you expect him to be nice to you after uprooting your life and forcing himself into it, you're sorely mistaken. he thinks your fear is amusing, even if he thinks the screaming and crying is annoying. besides, he finds it entertaining, watching how you get torn between cowering in fear and cursing him out whenever he does mock you. that aside, he actually does his best to take care of you. he keeps you fed and supplies you with whatever you need.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

— he'd force affection on you if it's something he wants at the moment, which mostly just consists of him hugging you tightly and sitting in silence, but other than that he sorta just... lurks around and leaves you alone more often than not.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

— he'd never be vulnerable around you. or at least, he'll try. though he tends to forget about this from time to time, jeff is nothing but a human. he has so many walls up, a gruesome reputation he loves to uphold, but there are days. everyone has bad days. he doesn't have them often, but he has them. and as much as he hates it, he can't hide that from you. he can't hide the stupid fucking longing he feels for you, or the damn near suffocating desperation that claws at his insides whenever he looks at you. he hates that he loves you, and loves that he can't hate you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

— he fuckin' hates it, honestly. he thinks your resistance is annoying, and he'd just wish you'd give up already. no matter how hard you fight back, he's never letting you go. you belong to him, can't you see that? how many times is he going to have to restrain you for you to understand that you are his? surely you know that each time you fight back, he'll only make things worse for you, right?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

— i think in the beginning, it sort of felt like a game. he found your fear entertaining, and he still does, so he thought your escape attempts were cute and couldn't help but mock you when he'd catch you trying to escape when you thought he had gone out. after a while, it feels less like a game. he's serious about you, even if it doesn't seem like it. your escape attempts were becoming more annoying than amusing. so much so that he doesn't even mock you when he catches you anymore, his mockery has turned into barely concealed anger.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

— the murder. you can handle the captivity, you're not going to let him break you. but the murder. the murder, that's what gets to you. he views it as an act of romance, mercilessly and brutally slaughtering anyone who ever dared to talk to you. you've had one too many 'gifts' of his be pieces of the people he's murdered for you. ears, fingers, you name it. the worst one has to be the decapitated head someone you had been romantically interested in.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

— seeing as he's more than likely on the fbi's most wanted list at this point, he's never really had any dreams for the future. he lives in the now, and the only thing he wants (and, let's be honest, expects) from you is your love and loyalty. sure, the thought of having a normal life with you is appealing, but it'll never happen. he'll take whatever future with you he can get.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

— even though he keeps you confined, unable to interact with anyone other than him, he certainly gets jealous. but only before he took you for himself. he hated seeing people near you, and he especially hated when you'd go out on dates with people. sure, you didn't know you were being stalked by a feared serial killer at the time of those dates, but still. it made him so unbearably angry and the only thing that helped him cope was by, obviously, brutally murdering the people you went out with. a very healthy coping mechanism, if you ask him. better he kill someone else than you, right?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

— generally the way he acts around everyone else, pretty much, with the exception of his older brother. he's an asshole, and not an easy guy to like. he's morbid, cruel, and overall a total displeasure to be around. especially if he doesn't care about you. but he does! he cares about you a lot, so he's like... vaguely nice. he does have a soft spot for you, even if it's not something you might be immediately aware of.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

— his idea of courting is just... not killing you. and murdering for you, i suppose. there's nothing more romantic than being willing to spill blood for the person you love. stalking probably counts too, right? because he did a lot of that. he probably also considers the 'gifts' he's given you to classify as courting, though you'd beg to differ.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

— not at all.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

— it honestly depends on how upset he is. like... 95% of the time, he just locks you in your room and deprives you of any form of social contact. he'll feed you, but you're never awake when he drops off the food. you'll never be able to catch a glimpse of him when he's punishing you like this. this could go on for months, because he doesn't stop until you're begging him to, desperate for some form of interaction even if it has to be from him. that small 5% is what you have to be worried about. if you really anger him with an escape attempt or whatever, he'll force you to murder someone, and he'll make sure it's someone you know. he's only forced this punishment on you maybe two times, and you don't think you'll ever be able to recover from it. the isolation is awful, but it's easier to bear. murdering your best friend, or someone from your family? you can't. you can't handle that. and that's why he's made it a punishment.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

— anything you have, he'll take. your freedom is no longer your own. you're not even allowed out of the room he keeps you in without his permission because of how often you try to escape. he simply just doesn't trust you enough to let you be your own person. though if you're behaving well, he'll probably reward you with some very minute freedoms.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

— he's actually surprisingly very patient when it comes to you. it's not something you'd expect, considering his short temper and whatnot. he has nothing but time when it comes to you, though he would prefer if you'd love him back sooner rather than later. but he's willing to wait, if he must. he thinks you should be flattered because if you were anyone else, he would've run out of patience a long time ago.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

— the only way he'd ever let you go is if you died, genuinely. if you somehow manage to escape, he's hunting you down and dragging you back. but if you died, i think he'd be able to move on. it'll take time, and you'll always linger in the back of his mind, but he'll return to the way his life was before you were in it with relative ease.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

— not at all. jeff doesn't regret anything he's done in his life leading up to this point. there might be a small, very miniscule part of him that feels a little guilty whenever you flinch when he touches you, but he doesn't really pay attention to that guilt. and he would certainly never let you go, not after he went through all the trouble of getting you here. your rightful place is by his side, even if that's something you've yet to realize.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

— he's not too sure himself, though he assumes it was curiosity. maybe you did something, or maybe the way you behaved caught his interest and made him curious about you. whatever it was, it spiraled rather quickly.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

— he's used to seeing people scream and cry, so it doesn't get that big of a reaction out of him, though it does feel strange when you do it. he's gonna mock you for it though, so. as for isolation... if you want him to leave you alone so badly, then he'll gladly do it. it's essentially going to become a game of chicken if you do that. one of you will break eventually, and you better hope that it’s you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

— that really depends on how you define the classic yandere lol.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

— jeff prides himself for not having any weaknesses, though it's because he simply isn't aware of the ones that he does have. he's extremely touch-starved, first and foremost. if you're willing to do so, you can easily exploit that so long as you're careful and patient. another thing is his fear of fire. just a lighter flicking is enough to have the man freezing up, though this fear will be harder to exploit seeing as he'd probably make sure you have no access to anything that could start one.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

— he would threaten to, for sure. he's pretty good at threatening people, he thinks, but he won't actually hurt you. you're the one person he can't hurt. the very thought of hurting you makes him cringe, though you won't catch him verbally admitting that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

— jeff is very much not a religious man, so he can't say he necessarily worships you. he does respect you, however, even if it doesn't seem like he does. he respects you more than he respects most people, and while he may not worship you and the very ground you walk on, he does put you on a pedestal. just a bit. but he would go to great lengths to win you over. he doesn't appear desperate, but just know that he craves your love and attention.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

— jeff is a selfish bastard, so the moment he decides he wants something, he takes it. maybe he'll be nice enough to let you live with your freedom a little longer, but he'll use the smallest issue to kidnap you. it doesn't matter what it was. you injured yourself? you can't be trusted to take care of yourself, so he takes you. you get a little too friendly with someone? oopsie, they're dead now. anyways, you're his; you can't be flirting with other people, so he takes you. someone is mean to you? rip to them, but clearly people don't deserve you, so he takes you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

— this is his ultimate end goal, i think. jeff hates how you fight back. he finds it annoying, and he's starting to run out of people he can force you to kill. he knows you'll break sooner or later, so long as he keeps up the pressure. maybe isolating you for a few months will finally tip you over...

[kiennilove]

ART TAG

thanks to @doshiart for tagging me! so excited <3

How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?

i don’t really remember, but for some reason drawing was an activity that interested me the most?? i’m not counting playing with toys and imagining things, but it’s about creating something from scratch. one time i made paper dolls, wrote a short scenario (very poorly lol) and kinda made a theatrical play in my head with all of this??

spoiler: in 2021 i’ve made an actual play with my best friend, who’s also an artist, with great paper dolls and a great scenario! it was for a college exam, we got the highest score. :3

i started taking it all seriously in 2014, when i went to my first art school. it was small, literally one room, and there were lots of other classes in the same building, like singing, dancing (i did that too at some point), etc. then i moved to the bigger one, that was solely for arts, but i didn’t make it past the first year due to health reasons. so somewhere in the mid-10s.

When you felt the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?

when i saw other people around me doing it. it was 2014 when i first shared my art online (got a lot of hate because it looked bad lol), and then it was 2016 when i made my first tumblr acc and posted some anime art with some consistency. now i post here and on another platform, just duplicating the content lol

Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?

i tried to find pictures of these first paper dolls but couldn’t, fuck, so here we have…

some OC i did in 2014, i don’t even remember the name anymore :/

i did this after i watched my first anime 😭😭😭 i made this picture back then too, at my iphone 4, don’t judge me

i was proud as fuck because look he has ✨cool hair✨ and it’s a ✨full body✨ but no hands ofc lol

i mean, it looked great for me back then, so i haven’t change my thoughts about it lol i also have no idea what i wrote in the upper corner, i used google translate 😭😭😭

Your first fanart ever

also couldn’t find it, it was jeff the killer fanart, also somewhere from 2014 😭 but! here i have my first digital fanart… 😭😭😭 i spend i think 6 hours to draw this, i didn’t know about layers or anything really so here it is lol

Your first gallavich fanart

holy shit, it’s from may 2022! old habits never die, 7x10 is always in my heart

When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?

nothing, actually. if i will try to find any inspiration, i will get angry and irritated as fuck because nothing’s working out SO i’ll relax and go play brawl stars 😎

Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.

this… spend too much time on it just to realize it wasn’t that good as i imagined, the dress look like it was made out of cardboard, i don’t know, it just… doesn’t work. i had worse, yeah, but i have a soft spot for them. this one should be somewhere from 2018

HONORABLE MENTIONS TO THIS PIECE OF SHIT. IT WAS FUCKING 2019, WHY THE FUCK DID I RANDOMLY START TO DRAW LIKE THIS??? just for comparison, picture underneath is from 2019 TOO.

Show your old piece that you very like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?

let’s go with this, it was 2017 :3

soft, cute, an attempt to do a new art style. i don’t know, theis pictures seem cozy!

Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.

ACE ATTORNEYYYY >:333

both are somewhere in 2020-2021

fuck, i love ace attorney

Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?

mmm not really, only a quick sketch with some guidelines so at the beginning my pictures look like this

(yes, this is ian filming mickey while mick is giving him a bj)

Sketch vs Final. Show your process.

damn should’ve kept mickey’s face lol

Your most recent drawing.

can’t show the most recent one, it’s for an event, but this one is the only finished one FOR NOW, but i also have this little piece here, idk if i will finish it (aaand i forgot mickey’s tattoos)

Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!

literally YOU GO GIRL!!! KEEP DRAWING NO MATTER WHAT!! i improved as fuck, went through a lot of shit and breakdowns but here i am, being confident and loved by other people and, most importantly, artist who have a much higher skill! i love that. i did great

Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?

just keep going. don’t be shy and don’t erase everything is one small thing is wrong. don’t start an arguments when somebody says “i’m better at art that you!!”. and, maybe, use a hard drive to save shit-

Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.

i want toooooo… i don’t know! i want to try line-less art style, get into more challenges, etc, everything i can :3 and maybe open commissions

aaand i’m tagging… come on, show us your secrets, don’t be shy 😈

@deathclassic @spookygingerr @gallapiech @heymrspatel

@deedala @burninface @vintagelacerosette

[desklamper]

Wicker basket has the most potential from all of gpo to become a legendary slasher/serial killer.

Her go-to would be an axe.

Late night thoughts, ocs (gpo, dat girl dynamite and jellfyfishlight) edition

Tw/Suicides, death, and other unfortunate events!!

The ace from prism's dimension would probably bully and troment ace gpo if they ever met.

Ace's mom is now a jack-o-lantern after going to hell (used to be queen of hearts)

Ace cant handle much spice

Ace likes to keep himself well groomed, and spends a lot on hair care products.

Ace often stims when really exited.

Ace actually likes fruitcake

Prism never visits his "parents" because it feels wrong.

Prism hates being called names

Prism genuinely hates himself and has contemplated suicide during his time in Zeeverse

Prism used to have a therapist, but they died mid session from a seizure. Prism now thinks he causes bad luck.

Prism also has a secret affirmation mode in the simulator room

Og prism misses his parents.

Og prism genuinely thinks Abyss is cute in a conventional way.

Og prism wants to feel loved (don't we all)

Og prism was actually a good person before his death!

Og prism differs from prism in a few major ways

1.) He never burned down his family home

2.) He was praised for his inventiveness as a kid

3.) He never messed around with crime as a kid2

Wicker basket has some really **really** bad intrusive thoughts. Im suprised she hasn't enacted any of them out yet.

Wicker basket has contimplated disappearing to france, never to be seen again.

Wicker basket can't take it anymore. (someone help her please :[ )

Andreus dose NOT LIKE physical contact of any kind. It makes him VERY uncomfortable.

Andreus has autism. 100%

Andrues is also talented at the piano

Andreus wants people to like him but often overdoes it.

Ace gpo most likey has autisim. Most likely.

Briefcase could be one of the only neurotypical ones in gpo.

Briefcase used to gamble a lot until she lost a horse race bet because the horse she bet on stopped mid track to take a shit.

Rapier is cowardly. (Duh)

Mic still thinks skibidi toilet is funny, despite what it seems.

Mic also tries to visit, but leaves before doing so due to being very nervous about what prism would think of his new form.

Mic helps velle with philosophical questions that mortals ask them

Velle isnt assigned anything to be god of yet.

This is because almost everything that velle wanted to be the god of was taken already.

Velle works in the "Universal Irregularities" department in the otherworld

Velle Is immune to all drugs, minus acid. No one is immune to acid.

Velle can't remember their mortal life despite dying relativley recently... (around 100-200 years)

Velle died young, around their mid to late 20s

They were assasinated by someone close to them

Despite what it seems, velle isnt really flirty with mic ,because they think mic wont like it (mic doesn't mind, but forgot to tell them)

Depsite everything, mic is loyal to Velle, not prism anymore.

Mic heard of what happened to og prism and prism because velle explained it to him when he was revived.

Dynamite really has no clue on how to be unironically romantic.

Dynamite oncce asked bat how to be romantic, but thar confused her even more.

Dynamite Is quite knowledgeable on rocks and rock formations.

Despite what it seems, dynamite actually values platinum over gems, as she finds gems "useless"

Dynamite has a platinum minifridge, where she keeps her monster energy drinks.

Dynamite hates eggs. She just hates them. The taste, the smell, everything.

She once claimed that she would rather slap jeff bezos on his bald head as hard as she could over learning calculus.

Dynamite sometimes plays roblox with bat when she's bored. They play dress to impress and modded natural disaster suirvival games.

Dynamite is genuinely terrifying to play against in Clue/Cludeo. She consistently wins in less than 4 turns.

Baseball bat majored theater and literature in colledge. He had a minor in software development.

Bat has also beaten the record of most toilet paper rolls set on fire at his faternity (24)

Baseball bat's parents are dead :(

Baseball bat is a relatively shy person in general.

Baseball bat thinks that he's not interesting at all, and dynamite often tries to convince him that he is.

Baseball bat generally likes kasper

Baseball bat is also intimidated by kasper

He feels weak and fragile compared to him

Baseball bat feels worthless.

Dynamite is one of the only reasons Baseball bat is alive now.

If it weren't for her, he would've probably died in a car accident or to himself

Dynamite tries her best to emotionally support her boyfriends.

Dynamite is sad acid wont talk to her anymore.

She thinks acid is adorable

She thinks of acid as a close friend, the kind you tell your social security number to.

Dynamite wants to spin globe's head for fun.

Dynamite once stole a book from quill and scroll's library. She is afraid to go back there ever since then.

Dynamite is canonically trans(m->f)! Here are a few more characters that are too!

Velle (male-> genderfluid)

Mic (nonbinary [cuz robot] ->male)

God is in his 20s. He was born from the "divine essence"

By born, he just materialzed one day, knowing everything allready.

He likes checkers, but sucks at it.

He speaks in a rather nuetral tone, it kind of sounds likes hes bored.

He can stare at you. When he does, you can feel it.

God can blind you if he felt like it

God can heal people too and alter their forms if needed.

God is obligated to hold heaven raffles so that citizens of heaven and the otherworld can recove prizes every 2 weeks.

The prizes include

Weighted cloud blankets

A heaven mansion

A mystical orb

A wizard servant

A wizard butler (trained)

Children (he'll just materialze a kid for you)

Heaven phone 1

Heaven phone 2

Heaven phone 3 Ultra

Heaven phone 4 pro

Heaven phone 5 Pro Gx

HEAVEN PHON 5 PRO GX limited edition (has exclusive call god app)

God thinks its funny that Christianity exists, because christ himself never wanted to be worshipped.

God likes tennis. Hes in a team with Sunny.

God teaches sunny some cool devine skills on the weekends.

Thats all for 2 night!! Tak care friends!! Uhh yeahh

[boring-horror-enjoyer]

Longlegs: Hmm.... *SPOILERS*

PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE! Don't let me ruin it for you!

Tbh I found out I might lose my job today so that may have affected my ability to watch this movie and think critically. There is a LOT of thinking involved this movie. Overall, I'd say most people would have to watch this twice to fully understand (I will certainly watch again). I liked what I understood, but I would not go as far as to say "Movie of the Year" like some. Why are people NOT saying that this movie is so similar in tone and (sort of) plot to Sinister? It's like, religious Sinister. And I fucking LOVE Sinister.

Cinematically? Chef's kiss. Score? Chef's fucking kiss. Smooch, even. The use of aspect ratio made it far more understandable and I appreciate that. The mood of the cinematography was clear and consistent. The score ties you down to your seat. I was definitely immersed.

Nicolas Cage's appearance: Meh. I HATE that it is meh. He played a creepy guy very well, and I suppose they had to make him look like a regular guy plot-wise. I knew the "Maika Monroe's heartbeat when she saw Cage in costume for the first time!" was gimmicky, and I played in anyway. Ugh. It was serving Jeff the Killer. He felt a little corny, especially in the polaroid scene.

There are a lot of "HOLY SHIT what was that???" moments. The background is just as important as the foreground in a lot of scenes, which is.... disorienting, I guess. I found it hard to get the full picture of what's happening because these ambiguous shapes and silhouettes are taking away from like, what I thought were significant plot points. Throwing in a few, absolutely. But this felt like there were maybe 10+ moments like that.

All in all: This movie keeps your attention the whole time. The opening scene is fucking electric. Solid 7 out of 10, it could be a 9 out of 10 if I understood the missing pieces. Minus 1 point for multiple distracting foreground/background scenes.

Questions I still have:

Carrie Anne: Why was her family's execution so fucked up? Why would they go through with it if she was not there? This is somewhere I may have missed something.

Why on earth would the FBI give Lee a psychic test? Do they actually do that? I mean, for being psychic, nobody fucking listened to her.

What is the significance of the number 6 on the clock in Lee's home in that whole scene where her doll gets shot? If it's just a simple like "ooooh devil 666" that's a little annoying.

Where the fuck are the other dolls from the other murder scenes? What usually happens to them?

Did Agent Carter know he was the next family? Is that why he had such a visceral reaction to Lee's suggestion of an accomplice?

What the fuck happened to her when her doll got shot? Did she lose her "psychic" ability?

Sorry if you read all of this, it's a lot. I'm using this as an excuse to not think about how I might lose my job :) The mega plus is that it was a very fun date night with my husband <3

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

The Betrayer | Chapter Ten: The Swing of Things

You fucked up. Badly.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Violence, Injury, Death Mention

Notes: Woof. It has been over a year since I last updated this fic, and I am SO sorry. In that time, a lot has happened in my life, including graduating from college with a bachelor's degree and a slew of health (both mental and physical) issues that are still ongoing. I can't promise that my updating will be consistent or quick in any capacity, but I hope this quells you guys' fears that I have "given up" on this fic lol. My sincere hope is that I will someday finish it, even if it takes many many years. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this addition! I suppose you can consider it somewhat of a "filler" chapter, but I genuinely believe even the more fun chapters still have a degree of important plot (even if it doesn't appear that way at first, as I love adding "blink and you miss it" moments that are either call backs, foreshadowing, or easter eggs lol). Please let me know what you think and if you have any theories! I love reading those! Have a good one, y'all!

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Day 33; Haddonfield

You leaned against the shed wall as you desperately tried to regain your breath, heart beating wildly in your chest.

You were in the middle of a trial in Haddonfield with Laurie, Mikaela, and Jeff, three out of the five generators needed to power the exit gates finished, when a looming figure had appeared behind you as your group scoured for the next one.

He would have gotten you too, if Laurie hadn’t turned just in time to see him lunging for you, his kitchen knife barely missing your shoulder as she pointed behind you and screamed, making you duck.

The four of you scattered after that, losing each other as the Entity’s chosen killer for the evening seemed to pop in and out of existence due to his silent steps, the moonlight and the glow from the completed gens making his deathly pale mask somehow more haunting. It was eerie that someone so large could sneak up on you like that.

You were reminded of what your father once warned you about mountain lions:

“You won’t know they’re hunting you until they're ready to pounce.”

The thought made you shiver.

The other survivors called him “The Shape”. A name so… vague… shouldn’t have instilled so much terror in you. And yet. 

But Laurie told you his real name just a couple weeks prior as the two of you were hanging your laundry to dry. 

You had been chatting idly about your pasts, and you had foolishly asked her if there was a killer in the realm that was brought with her.

“Yes,” she replied quietly. You waited for her to continue, but it was silent for several moments. You looked over at her after clipping your bed sheets to the clothesline and could see her staring at the ground, brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” you assured her. 

She jumped when you gently placed your hand on her shoulder and she finally turned to you. “Michael. Michael Myers.”

You looked at her questioningly, not recalling that name being mentioned before. 

She continued, “He’s the one they call ‘The Shape’. He…” There was another pause as she swallowed, hard. “He killed my friends and very nearly killed me. Ruined my life in a single night, can you believe that? Halloween, of all days. I’ll never be able to enjoy that holiday again without looking over my shoulder. If I ever get back home to experience it, that is.”

All of the killers in the realm gave you a chill when you were told about them, but something about this silent stalker scared you more than most. More than Wesker. Hell, even more than Ghost Face. 

You had been fortunate in the month since first arriving in the realm that you hadn’t faced the Shape. You supposed luck always runs out eventually. Ironic, considering your nickname.

Though facing off against any killer could hardly be counted as fortune. In the five trials you had endured since your very first, you had only survived two. And barely, at that.

You couldn’t stop yourself from recalling those nights, the memories of your deaths in particular causing bile to rise up in your throat.

The Hillbilly and his chainsaw ripped you clean in half.

The Pig’s contraption locked onto your head had split your skull apart.

The Doctor and his electric baton shocked you until you bit off your own tongue and choked on it.

But you had still survived twice. You had to remind yourself of that.

You had been beaten and hooked by the Wraith, the agony of the strange weapon (made of human bones, it seemed, though it was hard to tell in the dark) being whipped across your face and the way the hook tore through the meat of your shoulder made you feel an ache just at the thought, but you had gotten out alive.

Your run-in with the Nurse had been much more successful. She still got a hit in on you, but you managed to get out of that trial with just a nasty gash across your chest. It very nearly got infected when you returned to camp, but Rebecca’s careful hand (and Chris’s watchful gaze) dealt with that promptly.

You were getting better with every trial, and that gave you hope.

You had always been a quick study, after all. 

You took a deep, calming breath and slid your spine across the chipping paint of the shed, peeking your head around to see if the coast was clear. You weren’t sure where everyone else went, but considering no screams had been heard echoing across the large (yet still somehow claustrophobic) “arena”, you took that as a good sign.

There was no indication of the massive killer, so you made your way slowly and quietly to the street, praying desperately that he wouldn’t find you again. 

You skimmed your vision over the area as you ducked behind the car in front of you, the flashing lights of the police cruiser nearby hurting your eyes.

It was strange, you felt, how this seemingly normal looking neighborhood could turn into such a breeding ground for terror. It was almost nostalgic how typically suburban it appeared, and that only made it worse.

You grew up in a place just like it, after all.  

There’s one, you thought to yourself as you spotted a generator nestled beside a roadblock at the end of the street. It was out in the open, but it would be easier to spot the killer with one of the exit gates at your back. He’d be less likely to creep up behind you, at least.

You made a beeline for it, surveying your surroundings to avoid being caught unawares, before skidding to a halt beside it. 

You nearly leapt out of your skin when Jeff popped his head up from the other end, probably checking to make sure you weren’t the killer coming to collect.

“Hey,” came his whispered greeting as you knelt beside him, his large hands carefully but expertly going through the motions of repair. 

“Hey there,” you replied breathlessly. You offered him a smile, but the expression was tight. You got straight to work.

“Have you seen the others?” he questioned after a few moments. 

You shook your head. “Not since we got separated.”

He let out a quiet exhale of barely concealed distress but remained quiet as the gen got closer and closer to completion. 

You liked Jeff. He was a gentle giant, and a reserved one at that. You were first acquainted when the two of you were partnered in the chore rotation, boiling the water brought in from a group of other survivors and lugging it to the barn for the very long-winded filtration process.

He had seemed like a tough guy between his large stature and full beard, but once you started chatting, he was quick to open up about his love of rock music and artistic abilities. You bonded almost immediately over Iron Maiden and Metallica and jokingly asked him to “paint me like one of your French girls”, cackling at the blush that bloomed in his cheeks.

He had shown you his sketchbook shortly after, and you were in awe of his talent, never having been much of an artist yourself. You thought of Kitty and how you and your family used to say she would grow up to be the next Da Vinci with all of her little doodles scattered around the house. You supposed now you’d never know. It made your heart ache.

The gen came to life under your touch, the noise of it fully starting up jarring you from your thoughts.

Jeff motioned for you to follow him, the two of you expeditious in leaving the area to avoid being discovered by the Shape.

You made your way down the street, opting to slink behind the row of houses instead of remaining out in the open. 

You came across Mikaela bent over what the others called a totem; a horrific mix of sticks, twine, and human skulls. A rumble echoed across the trial grounds as your surroundings lit up a soft blue.

So there was magic in the Entity’s realm.

You had laughed out loud when Mikaela had first explained it to you, thinking it was some kind of prank. The severe look she gave you made your eyes widen in shock. You shouldn’t have been surprised, considering everything else you had learned of this place, but the concept of magic seemed almost silly.

But then your fourth trial was with the young redhead, and you would have bled out if she had not utilized one of her “boons”, which miraculously helped to close the wound left by the hook. Not so silly anymore.

You had asked her after that particular event why she didn’t use her supernatural abilities to heal injuries in the camp, and she explained she couldn’t access her powers outside of trials despite all her efforts.

“Right, of course,” you had replied, bitterness seeping from your tone. “Typical Entity bullshit.” 

“Laurie’s inside that house working on a gen,” the self-proclaimed witch informed you, pointing at the building in question as she stood up. You noticed the cut across her arm then, watching as the skin stitched itself back together within moments.

“I’ll go help her,” you said, pulling your attention from the mind-bending sight. “Why don’t you two find another one to work on in the meantime, in case he catches us before we finish.”

They nodded at your words and crept off to do just that, leaving you alone once more. 

You made your way quietly into the house and up the stairs, finding Laurie with a wrench in her hands, hard at work. She turned to you and smiled tersely in greeting as you dropped into position beside her.

There wasn’t much left to do before the machine would be repaired, and you were confident it could be finished in no time. 

Oh, how wrong you were.

Before you knew what was happening, a large hand grabbed you by the neck, the scream brewing in your throat wilting as you were yanked off the generator and thrown into the wall behind it.

The wind was knocked out of you and you were dazed by your skull thudding against the wood paneling of the room. You heard yelling—probably Laurie—as that same hand came back around your throat and lifted you off the ground.

You dangled helplessly, unable to breathe, and you were suddenly reminded of Wesker’s tendrils from weeks prior. 

A surge of panic flooded through you as you stared at the white mask, the flickering light of the unfinished gen glinting off his knife. 

You grabbed desperately at his wrist, knowing the Shape’s strength was far too great to loosen his grip, even with your jagged nails ripping into his skin. 

He brandished the knife, the blade directed right at your midsection, and you braced for the sharp pain of it slicing through your flesh.

To your shock—and relief—the killer had released his hold on you and you slid to the ground, desperately trying to suck air into your lungs.

You were able to focus just enough to see Laurie hanging from his back, trying to strangle him with her arms wound tightly around his neck. Unfortunately, he grabbed her by the hair, ripping her off of him and throwing her onto the floor.

Looking for any way to fight off the killer before he could murder Laurie, you found a screwdriver on the ground, tossed out of her toolbox when it was kicked over in the tussle. You lunged for it, gripping it tightly and ramming with your full weight into the Shape’s form. He was built like a brick wall, but you managed to stab the screwdriver into the junction between his shoulder and neck, quickly yanking it out to watch him rear back, deep voice groaning in pain as a fountain of blood squirted from the wound.

A sick sort of satisfaction rushed through you to see him suffer, even a little bit. You didn’t like that you felt that way, but you brushed it off. He had done much, much worse. It was deserved. 

You had just enough time to grab Laurie’s hand and pull her to her feet before he was after you, running out of the front door and into the street to get away from the psychopath hot on your heels.

“This way!” Laurie told you, pointing at the house straight ahead. “We can split up when we get there and vault the windows on either side!”

You nodded, releasing her hand as you dashed into the living room of the aforementioned building. She rushed to the back, leaping over the window to the right, and you immediately went through the left.

Fortunately for Laurie but unfortunately for you, Michael was laser-focused on reaching you first, probably to make you pay for your little stunt. 

He was uncomfortably close as you continued to sprint away from him, desperate to lose him as you weaved in and out of buildings, diving over ledges and flinging pallets to slow him down.

It only seemed to make him angrier.

To your relief, you heard the telltale alarm of the exit gates being powered up, hoping that you and your teammates could manage to escape. You made the mistake of glancing back, the massive man’s knife poised to strike the moment he could get near enough.

You stumbled, your fear locking up your legs for only a moment, but it was enough of a delay for him to reach you.

A fence was right in front of you, and you knew you only had a second to act as his knife soared through the air, aimed right at your spine. You dove to the side of the fence, his blade embedding into the rotting wood, and you scrambled up and away as he used his brute strength to rip it right out.

It didn’t grant you much distance, but it was enough.

You barrelled back onto the street just in time to see the exit gate opening, and you made a break for it, the other three survivors spotting you and desperately motioning for you to join them.

As you neared, however, you saw the horror bloom on their faces, their eyes trained on what was behind you.

You knew exactly what that meant.

“GO!” you screamed, and they heeded your words, spinning and sprinting out of the gate and into the empty field beyond it. 

I’m so close, you thought. Come on! COME ON!

Your legs burned and your lungs felt like they were full of fire, unable to get enough air to properly breathe, but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You could feel him behind you—hear the grunt that slipped from under his mask as he made to grab you, his large fingers brushing against the back of your shirt.

And then, as his dirty, blunt nails dug into the fabric…

You burst out of the gate and into freedom.

You heard the roar of pure rage and looked behind you, the Shape pressing his hand to an invisible wall that kept him from pursuing you further, his knuckles going white as he gripped his knife with inhuman strength.

You didn’t stop running.

You ran until you reached the edge of the field, engulfed in a thick black fog.

You ran until you felt like your lungs would finally burst.

You ran until a soft light pierced through the cold, wet darkness surrounding you. 

And only when the mist faded, giving way to the safety of the camp, did you finally stop.

You collapsed to the ground in front of the fire, gasping for air through crazed, triumphant laughs that you couldn’t prevent escaping your mouth.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted as he made it to your side, dropping next to you and grabbing your face to look you in the eyes.

He said nothing, but you knew what he was thinking.

“I survived,” you managed to get out through heaves and giggles. “I survived the fucking Shape.”

You heard a collection of cheers from all around you, Chris grinning as several survivors approached—including your teammates—and clapped you on the back or ruffled your hair.

When you finally caught your breath, Chris helped you to your feet.

You smiled as you faced the others.

“Hell yeah!” Carlos whooped. “Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about!”

“Good job,” Leon congratulated.

“Yeah, girl, like holy shit!” Claire exclaimed from beside him.

Whether from the praise or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you felt a dizzying sort of joy.

You really made it out alive. And this time, with only a handful of bruises to show for it.

“Come on, Lucky, sit down for a while. Get some rest,” Chris told you, urging you over to a nearby log.

There was a buzz in the camp, everyone excitedly chatting about the rare full-party survival of your group. It reminded you of your days in S.T.A.R.S., how you and your team would celebrate another mission well done.

You could almost see Joseph in the way Carlos ribbed Steve. Richard in the way Leon rubbed the back of his neck as he talked with Ada. Edward in Felix checking on Mikaela.

It made you feel both warm and melancholic.

Chris grounded you, as he always did, by wrapping his muscular arm around you, pulling you into him. He kissed your temple, speaking lowly so that only you could hear him, “I’m proud of you, baby.”

You felt a blush spread over your cheeks, glad your recent exercise already colored your face, whispering almost shyly in return, “Thank you.”

You sat together for a while after that, the survivors settling down. Yoichi and Haddie left to start dinner and Chris only got up when they had finished, telling you to stay where you sat so he could get you your food.

You used to argue when he did this, feeling embarrassed by the special treatment. He told you early on that he wanted you to feel special because, to him, you were. The notion was sweet and no one else seemed to really care, so you agreed to let him. He had done it every day now, unless he was the one serving the meals.

How very typical of him, always putting you first.

You watched him get into the line, smiling softly at your doting… whatever he was to you.

The two of you hadn’t put a name to it yet. You weren’t opposed to calling him your “boyfriend”, but it felt ridiculous with how little it conveyed just what he meant to you.

Besides, what you had was still fairly new and despite being physically intimate, you wanted to take this slow. You had all the time in the world, after all.

You could almost laugh thinking about the morning after the two of you first slept together. It started out nice and romantic waking up next to him, his strong arms holding you close as he kissed you slowly. But you had asked to keep your little tryst to yourselves for a while—to feel out what it was you had—and he agreed.

However, that was near instantly trampled the moment you left your room, Carlos clapping Chris on the back, Jill and Rebecca sharing knowing looks, Ada complaining to you about the noise, and Claire clocking the bruise on your neck as a hickey when she saw it. 

Chris was sheepish and you were embarrassed, but he had thrown an arm around you, telling you that you might as well own it.

It was strange to have something like this out in the open after years of keeping your relationships under wraps. 

You and Kevin thought it better to hide what you had for the sake of the job, only letting loose in front of friends and family. The man had never been the most outwardly affectionate anyway, preferring to show you his love behind closed doors. 

And you and Wesker? Well, that was a whole other can of worms.

It was nice to be shown affection so blatantly in front of other people and that Chris didn’t care if they saw him kissing or holding you. 

You were stiff at first, unused to it, but the ease with which he touched you and pulled you close eventually had you melting.

Of course, the more intimate moments were hidden from view, usually in your bedroom or his, though the occasional tug inside a closet or bathroom wasn’t uncommon. 

Frankly, you were both insatiable, unable to keep your hands off of each other when you weren’t burdened by chores and the daily trials.

You two were happy—as much as you could be in this place—and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your thoughts were scattered when Laurie appeared before you, gently tapping your shoulder to gain your attention.

“Hey,” you greeted jovially.

“Hey,” she replied, voice sweet, “I just wanted to say thank you for saving me in the trial. I thought for sure I was done for. I’m sorry he went after you when we split up.”

“Don’t sweat it. You saved me first anyway, remember? I think we can call us even. Besides, it’s not your fault he picked me to terrorize.”

She smiled at you. “Still, I’m glad you were there and that you got out safe. You must be our lucky charm or something.” 

You laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll take a win when I see one.”

Chris returned, holding out a plate to you, and Laurie simply squeezed your shoulder fondly before wandering to the back of the line. You saw Steve sidle up next to her, trying to look cool as he chatted her up.

You rolled your eyes before turning your attention to the man beside you, taking the meal with gratitude and a brief kiss on the lips. You wondered if you’d ever get used to that.

“What was that about?” he asked conversationally, digging a fork into his food.

“Oh, just talking about the trial. I saved her from the killer after she saved me.”

“How so?”

You explained to him what occurred, reminded of the way Michael’s blood spewed out of him like a fountain—the way you felt a sadistic glee that it was you that spilled it.

You kept that bit to yourself, but Chris saw the way your brows furrowed, because of course he did. He was a lot more observant now than he once was, especially concerning you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

You took a breath in, unsure of how to answer, when Ace called out to the group, unknowingly rescuing you from a talk you weren’t ready to have. You both turned to face him, his arms full of various bottles of alcoholic drinks. 

“Who wants to party?!”

Many survivors excitedly cheered in response, gathering around the table Ace placed the bottles and a stack of cups upon. 

Carlos and Jill came up beside you, the former looking down between you and Chris. “How about it, you guys want a drink?”

You stood up, holding your empty plate in your hands as you replied, “You’re joking, right? After the trial I just had, I need one.”

Your small group chuckled, Chris standing as well and taking your used dish. “Pour me something, Lucky. I’ll go put these away.” 

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before walking off, and you caught the way Jill’s eyes shined and Carlos smirked at the action. 

“What?” you asked, narrowing your gaze.

“Oh, nothing at all,” Jill replied, smiling wide.

“Just that you two are so darn cute,” Carlos added, pinching your cheek and cooing. “Young love, am I right?”

You smacked his hand away. “Whoa there, no one said anything about love.”

Carlos clicked his tongue, pulling away his hand as the three of you made it over to the table to fix your drinks. “Denial is a river in Egypt, you know.”

You scoffed at the stupid jest. “And you’re too young to be making dad jokes.”

“Hey, I might not be a dad,” he started before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “but the ladies still call me Papi. Isn’t that right, Jill?” 

She elbowed him hard in the side, making him yip in response. “I think you should shut your mouth now.”

You laughed as he grumbled, taking two glasses and filling one with whiskey—as Chris would prefer—and the other with rum, which was more up your alley.

Chris returned and you handed him his drink with a smile, turning around just in time to see Claire reach for an empty cup. The man glared at his sister, voice stern as he said, “Absolutely not.”

“Seriously?” she questioned with a huff. “You know I drank in college, right?”

You could see Chris bristle at that. You knew Claire being flippant about her education was something of a sore spot for him.

Their parents died when he was fourteen—not much older than you had been when you lost your mother—and the two of them were forced to live with their uncle whom neither of them liked very much and was rarely around to take care of them.

Chris had to grow up quick, and he did everything in his power to give Claire a good life, even at the expense of his own. Nearly every penny he earned from the moment he started working went towards her; new clothes before every semester, birthday and Christmas gifts, school supplies—everything she needed, plenty of things she wanted.

But he had always been lax with her, nearly to the point of spoiling her rotten. This change in demeanor was strange to you and you wondered where it stemmed from.  

“Well, you should have been focusing on your studies, not partying,” he admonished. 

Claire wasn’t having it, clearly fed up with her older brother’s behavior. “I can do both.” 

“C’mon, Chris,” you coaxed. “She’s a grown-up now and it’s not like there’s a legal drinking age in this place. What’re you gonna do? Call the cops? Arrest her yourself?”

He rolled his eyes, but you could sense him relaxing as the logic of your words dawned on him. “Alright, alright. Go ahead. But don’t be stupid about it.”

With an appreciative smile towards you, she grabbed her cup. “We’ve got a lot in common, big bro, but not that.”

He scoffed in offense, turning to you as his sister trotted off with her spoils. “You hear that? Teenagers.”

You chuckled, raising your glass to him. “Can’t live with 'em.”

He grinned, clinking his cup to yours. “Amen to that.”

Rebecca sidled up to you, her own drink in hand. “I like to think I’m not that bad,” she teased.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a nerd and like, ridiculously responsible for your age,” you told her light-heartedly, bumping her shoulder with yours.

She gave you a faux pout before breaking into laughter, bumping you back. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t call me a nerd.”

Not everyone decided to join in on the alcohol consumption, but the survivors separated as usual, chatting amongst themselves. The teens hung out around the campfire, goofing off, and Ace even started a poker game that a few of the others joined in on.

Carlos, witnessing that, turned to your group of older adults from your world, which had settled down at a table near the medical facility. “How ‘bout we play a drinking game?”

“What, like beer pong?” Leon asked dubiously.

“Maybe Truth or Dare,” Ada teased with a smirk, making a blush rise to the young man’s face.

“No and no, though I like where your head’s at,” Carlos said. “I was thinking more along the lines of Never Have I Ever.”

“And how does one play this game?” Sheva asked with an amused chuckle.

“Someone says something they’ve never done, and everyone who’s done that thing has to take a swig. If no one has done it, the person who said it takes a drink instead,” Carlos explained. “So, who’s interested?”

“I’m down,” you offered, placing your elbows on the table in front of you. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Carlos glanced around at the others expectantly and they all agreed, some more hesitant than others.

The game started innocently enough, the whole group—except for Leon, it would seem—getting tipsy quickly. 

Then, as it always did, it took a more raunchy turn.

“Never have I ever…” Sheva started, considering her next statement, “had sex in public.”

You and Chris shared a secretive look and you both bit back laughter as you took a hefty sip from your cups. Ada and Carlos did, too, which didn’t surprise you, but everyone was shocked when Jill raised her glass to her lips.

“What?” she asked defensively. “The military was a weird time for me.”

Ada leaned forward because it was her turn, thinking of her own line as the group finished reeling from Jill’s admittance. “I’ll do you one better, Sheva. Never have I ever hooked up with someone on the job. And no, Leon, a kiss doesn’t count.”

You raised your brows as Leon opened and closed his mouth immediately, looking like an embarrassed fish. You were vaguely aware they had some kind of history together, but it apparently went deeper than you initially thought. You felt your heart ache for Claire, seeing why Chris was so concerned about her feelings for Leon.

Yikes on a bike. 

Without thinking, you tossed back your cup in response to Ada, the only person in the group to do so.

When you looked around with a drunken smile on your face, the expression dropped like your stomach as you realized your mistake.

It was clear that Carlos, Ada, and Leon assumed it was Chris you were referring to, and if Sheva knew otherwise, she clearly didn’t understand the problem with your revelation.

Jill, however, stared at you with furrowed brows, and you could see her trying to piece together who it might be.

You gulped as you glanced at Chris beside you, who had tensed up, his features that were previously open and relaxed turning stony as he met your gaze.

That sobered you immediately. 

You fucked up. Badly. 

Neither of them knew of your relationship with Kevin in the past, feeling it was unnecessary and a threat to your job security if you admitted you had a long-term relationship with your former partner.

However, it wasn’t Kevin that you had sex with at work, and you were almost tempted to lie and say it was.

Because you definitely couldn’t tell them it was Wesker.

“Well, that was fun,” you claimed as you stood, hoping you could get away from this situation before it blew up in your face. “But I think it’s time I head to bed.”

“Yeah, me too. Don’t want a hangover,” Chris said, voice gruff. 

You swallowed thickly as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it probably wasn’t good. You weren’t ready for this conversation. However, he clearly was.

Tersely, you said goodnight to the group, their expressions perplexed by the awkward tension that now fell over you. Chris gave them a noncommittal wave, following after you as you trudged into the medical facility and into your room, anxiety swelling inside of you with every step.

Once inside, Chris closed the door, not facing you when he asked lowly, “Are you going to tell me who it was?”

You took in a sharp breath, already picking at your cuticles as you replied, “It doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”

Not exactly a lie. It had been nearly a year since you and Wesker had done something as risky as hook up in his office. It was the first and only time, as he made very clear.

Usually, it was in the safety of hotel rooms.

Chris turned abruptly, expression appalled. “You’re serious?”

“You sound like Claire earlier,” you said, trying to alleviate the tension.

“No, don’t do that,” he warned. “Don’t try to play this off.” He stepped forward and you eyed him warily. “I thought we were closer than this. I thought you could trust me.”

“Of course I trust you!” you exclaimed.

“Then why hide something like that from me? Worried I’d judge you?” His jaw was tight and you wanted nothing more than to hold his face in your hands, to go back to before you decided to play that stupid game.

You could at least admit to being with Kevin, lie and say it was him you had sex with on the job, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Chris, I don’t want to tell you because it didn’t mean anything. It’s something I wish I could forget. Can you please let this go?” you were in near tears as you tried to explain yourself, not willing to relent and give him the information he was looking for.

This was still far too raw, and you had been more than happy to pretend your previous relationships were nonexistent while exploring this new one with the man standing in front of you, fists clenched at his sides.

He looked at you for a long moment, taking in your pleading expression and the way you tore the skin off your fingers in distress, and finally backed down. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I want you to be honest with me.”

“And I am,” you assured him, closing the distance between you. “That part of my life? It’s not important anymore. In fact, I wish it never happened in the first place. It was stupid. I was stupid.”

He sighed, features softening as he allowed you to pull him into an embrace, his large hands sweeping across your face. “Alright, then. I’ll let it go.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, nuzzling into one of his palms. “And I’m sorry I upset you.”

“You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for very long,” he teased in a hushed voice, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple.

“You nicknamed me well,” you replied, grinning up at him as he pulled back.

He rolled his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from tugging you into his arms.

“C’mere,” he said, lips meeting your own fervently.

As you returned the kiss, the back of your knees hitting the bed while he led you further into the room, you knew your night wasn’t over yet.

***

September 14th, 1996; Raccoon City

“‘Bout time you showed up,” your brother admonished with a goofy grin, opening the front door of your family’s home to let you inside.

“Good to see you too, Tic,” you replied sardonically, ruffling his hair the moment you stepped over the threshold. “How’s school? You keeping out of trouble?”

He pushed your hand away, fixing the strands you had pulled out of shape before answering with a playfully annoyed tone, “It’s only been like two weeks, Sis. How much can change?”

You chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

Although you got along with both of your siblings—even with the large gaps in age—your personalities were as different as they could be. Tic, despite his sense of humor, was far more studious and careful than you ever were, taking his grades seriously. He was a popular kid too, becoming the rising star of Raccoon City High’s junior varsity soccer team. You often worried about his ability to juggle it all, but he hadn’t burned out yet.    

Tic rolled his eyes good-naturedly at your response before changing the subject, “Anyway, I heard we’re expecting company tonight?” 

“Sure are. My friend from work, Chris, and his sister, Claire.” 

“No Kevin then?” Tic already knew the answer, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice. Although you and Kevin still talked occasionally, he hadn’t visited your family in weeks, and you knew they missed his near-constant presence almost as much as you did.

“No, he was busy this weekend,” you said, unsure if it was even a lie. “But hey, Claire’s only a couple years older than you. You two might get along.” 

Your brother’s demeanor shifted, a mischievous smile forming. “Is she hot?”

You scoffed, gently smacking his shoulder. “She’s in college, dude. Don’t even think about it. At least until you’re eighteen.” 

He fake pouted, rubbing his arm as if you’d maimed him. “Geez, fine. No need to bust my balls over it.”

Before you could comment on his crass reply, a blur of pink tulle came flying toward you at warp speed, the tiny body of your baby sister being launched into your arms.

“SISSY!” she bellowed as you gave her a big hug. “I thought you were never coming home!”

You laughed at such a ridiculous notion. “Now why would you think that, Kitty?”

“‘Cos it’s been forever since last time,” she half-whined, as typically theatrical as any seven year old girl, you imagined.

“It’s only been two weeks.”

“You’d be surprised how much can change,” Tic interjected sarcastically.

“Oh, you’re about to get the worst noogie of your life,” you threatened, setting Kitty back onto the floor before making a grab for the collar of your brother’s shirt. 

“It’s not my fault you're getting too old to remember what you said five seconds ago,” he replied as he deftly dodged your outstretched hand.

“You’re only making it worse for yourself,” you warned, Kitty giggling as you chased Tic down the hall. Man, that kid was fast. It was unfair he was already taller than you at fifteen. 

You were about to catch up when an evidently displeased voice called your name from the kitchen entryway, “Now that you’ve finally arrived, can you help me finish the dinner I’m making for your guests?”

Ah, your infinitely uptight stepmother was here to break up the fun, as usual. Though you couldn’t fault her this particular time. The Redfield siblings were indeed your responsibility tonight.

Your relationship with your stepmother was a… complex one, to say the least. She came at a time that was far too soon after your mother’s death, and it always felt as though she was trying desperately to replace her. 

You wanted to hate her when you were younger—make her out to be some villain in your hero’s journey—because it was easier than blaming your father for moving on so quickly and becoming even more of a hardass than he already was. But now as an adult, you understood the truth.

She was simply a young woman who didn’t know how to handle a grieving child.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, quick to meet her in the kitchen and wash your hands, getting ready for whatever prep work she would throw your way.

She hummed in acknowledgement, sending your siblings off to the backyard and out of her hair before the two of you quietly made dinner.

You eyed her warily as she stood over the stovetop, the chicken breasts sizzling in the pan as she flipped them with a spatula. You continued your task of mashing the already boiled potatoes, thoughts drifting to the years of fights you had with your stepmother, and the resentment that you’d slowly been trying to chip away at now that you were an adult.

She was the secretary at your father’s job when they first met, hired about a year into your mother’s cancer diagnosis. It was only six months after your mother’s passing when your father introduced you, telling you—in no uncertain terms—that this stranger was to be your new maternal figure.

You always wondered if they just married quick so your father could push the responsibility of caring for you onto someone else or if he had moved on before your mother was even dead. After years of speculation and knowing that if you asked, you wouldn’t get an honest answer out of either of them, you still couldn’t decide what scenario felt worse.

Your disdain for the woman was not helped by the fact she was neurotic, and it always felt like she saw you as some charity case that needed “fixing”. She couldn’t stand that you were a tomboy, always forcing you into frilly pastel dresses when all you wanted to wear was your favorite jeans and your mother’s old band shirts.

You remembered when she threw them out to force your hand when you were about thirteen, and you cried so hard you puked. It was the only time your father ever intervened with her schemes and made her dig the shirts out of the garbage. You wanted to believe it was because he didn’t want the last remnants of his late wife to be taken away—as he got rid of pretty much everything that belonged to her when your stepmother first moved in—but you knew it was probably because your tantrum grated on his nerves.

You were about to toss in the butter to the mashed potatoes when the woman in question stopped you. “Only one stick of butter. You of all people should be more mindful of your health.”

You struggled not to roll your eyes, returning the second stick to the fridge, mentally grumbling about how you always used two and that you knew it tasted better that way. Instead of arguing like your younger self would have, you simply returned to the task at hand, stirring the quickly melting butter into the fluffy mixture.

No, you no longer hated her. Even with her nagging and patronizing remarks, she did mean well. The two of you just never clicked, and at the end of the day that was all there was to it. Besides, she was a wonderful and doting mother to your siblings, which was the most you could hope for.

“So,” she began, startling you from your reverie, “what is this Chris boy like?”

You considered it as you sprinkled some salt and pepper into your bowl. “He’s a good guy. Funny, friendly, and he can be pretty charming, I guess.”

She raised a brow at that, a knowing smirk gracing her perfectly painted lips. “Will he be coming to dinner more often, then?”

“I mean, probably,” you replied. “He’s become a really good friend, after all.”

“Just a friend, huh?” she teased, and although her insinuation made you scoff, you couldn’t help but appreciate the rare moment of camaraderie between you.

“Yes, just a friend.”

“A shame,” she tutted. “I was so disappointed when Kevin stopped coming around, and I hoped maybe you’d move on. I always thought you’d marry that boy, you know. How is he these days?”

Your face fell at her words, and you covered it by looking back down at your bowl of food, mixing it far more than necessary just to keep yourself preoccupied.

Marriage. It had once seemed so inevitable before it fell apart.

You sighed as you replied, “He’s doing well. He has a new work partner now that I’m in S.T.A.R.S.”

“Well, you tell him he’s always welcome here.”

You nodded sullenly. “Will do.”

The rest of the dinner preparations went by in silence, which you were grateful for.

A while later, you had just finished setting the table when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” you called to your family members scattered across the house, jogging to the front entrance to greet your friend and his beloved sister.

Your mood shifted instantly as Chris’s large form stood before you, a grin gracing both of your lips at the same time.

“I was wondering when you’d turn up,” you said to him, leaning against the door frame. “Now where’s this sister I’ve heard so much about?”

He laughed as he greeted you in turn, stepping slightly to the side to reveal a gorgeous young woman with reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi! I’m Claire. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, giving you a firm handshake, the strength of her grip surprising you. Her smile was warm and cheerful, so much like her brother’s it was almost uncanny. “You’re even prettier than Chris described!”

You quirked a brow at that, your eyes meeting your friend’s, who simply rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. You replied, “Thank you! I’d say the same, but I’ve seen your picture.”

It was her turn to look confused. “You have?”

“Yeah, Chris keeps a photo of you two on his desk at work. Hard to miss it.”

She laughed, gently punching her brother’s arm. “Aw, you big softy.”

He rolled his eyes but chuckled along, and it suddenly felt like you’ve known the two of them your whole life.

After chatting idly in the doorway, you finally led them inside, the duo peering at the family photos that decorated the walls. Their attention was moved when your stepmother gracefully appeared, manicured hands already perfectly clean despite cooking with them only moments prior. 

She greeted them with a wide grin, gingerly shaking their hands and corralling your group into the living room.

“Make yourself at home, you two!” she chirped before turning to you. “Now come help me finish dinner, honey.”

You begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to leave your company by themselves but knowing they’d be just fine for a few minutes, following your stepmother back into the kitchen. 

As the two of you finished up the meal, emptying food from their pots and pans into her nice serving dishes, she leaned over to you with a twinkle in her eye. “That boy sure is handsome. You better nab him before someone else does.” 

You pulled a face at that. “As I said, just friends.”

She tsked in response before sweeping out of the room, clearly unsatisfied by your reply, and you trailed behind her. You knew she just hoped you’d “settle down”—probably because she wanted grandkids sooner than your siblings could give them to her—but it wasn’t as if you could tell her your only interest was in your boss.

Though, it wasn’t her approval you worried about.

Despite your father’s general apathy towards your existence, you knew he would be very against such a scandalous relationship. Not just due to the fact Wesker was your superior, but because of the age gap between you. 

Hypocritical, you thought.

It was about the same as the one between himself and the woman walking ahead of you.

You put on a smile as you reentered the living room after placing the food on the dining table, leaving your stepmother to arrange it as she liked. You were surprised to see your father already there, shaking Chris’s hand and giving him a look that you knew well. He was sizing him up.

“Well, dinner is about ready,” you announced, trying to prevent what was sure to be an awkward situation.

Chris looked over at you and smiled, your father’s gaze narrowing. He said nothing as the group followed you into the dining room, your younger siblings already in their seats as your mother completed her artistic array of dishes and cutlery.

Seeing you enter, she wiped her still-clean hands on her apron, introducing your siblings to your companions. Your brother’s eyes widened when he met the gaze of Claire’s and was quick to avert them, the girl not seeming to notice as Kitty launched into asking her a million questions. You managed to stifle your chuckle at the sight before your stepmother caught your attention. 

“Would you be a dear and get us some drinks from the garage?” she requested sweetly. 

You nodded, about to do as you were asked when your father placed a hand on your shoulder. “No need, me and Chase here have it covered.”

You froze, knowing he was probably going to interrogate him ruthlessly, as he had done to Kevin years prior. You schooled your expression. “It’s Chris, dad. And shouldn’t our guest be allowed to sit at the table?”

“It’s no worry,” Chris said, clearly ignorant to the warning expression you gave him. You sighed as your father turned and left, Chris winking at you as he passed you by.

Welp, guess he’s on his own now.

You sat down at the table at your usual spot across from your brother, a chair left between you and Claire, meant for Chris.

Despite your concern for your father’s antics, you were quickly pulled into a conversation with your friend’s sister, an amiable girl through and through. Your worries were forgotten as she spoke, telling a joke that made you chuckle. Even her sense of humor felt familiar to you, so reflective of her older brother.

Your stepmother then asked her about her studies, and after she described her college experience so far, she explained that she was on the girl’s soccer team, something she enjoyed. 

“Well ain’t that something,” you marveled, “Tic also loves soccer.”

When he didn’t reply, you kicked him gently under the table, giving him a look that said, ‘Now’s your chance to make a friend’. He sputtered out an agreement, the conversation falling silent as he couldn’t seem to offer anything else. Well that was new. He’d never been so awkward or quiet in his life.

Before you could change the subject, your father and Chris finally came back into the room, a bottle of cold soda and a couple of already opened beers in tow. Your group took turns pouring some for yourselves, and once Chris settled into his seat, you looked over at him.

Catching his eye, he offered a small smile, but there was a furrow to his brows you only ever saw on particularly hard missions at work. Your expression was questioning, worried your father had really said something off-color, but he seemed quick to shed whatever concern he had, joining the conversation and making a quip at his sister’s expense.

You yourself eventually relaxed, the evening going quite well despite the few hiccups.

After nearly an hour, your stepmother asked you to clear the table, and Chris immediately jumped up to help despite both of your protests. He wouldn’t relinquish the stack of plates in his hand, however, so you beckoned him to follow you into the kitchen as your sister excitedly ran to a nearby cabinet to pull out her favorite board game, easily roping Claire into playing it.

You and Chris remained in companionable silence for a few moments as the two of you began putting away any leftovers and getting to work on doing the dishes in the sink.

“Thanks for helping out. You know you didn’t have to, right?” you said as you lightly ribbed him with your elbow.

“It’s the least I could do after feeding me so well,” he replied with a shrug.

You smiled, looking down at your handiwork as things fell quiet once more.

After a few more beats, you asked quietly, “My dad didn’t give you too hard of a time, did he?”

“Not at all,” he answered, to your surprise, before continuing sardonically, “He only threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Nothing too crazy.”

You laughed at his sarcastic remark. “You got off easy, then.”

He pulled a face before chuckling. “I’d hate to see what him going hard on me looks like.”

“Aw, you’ve got nothing to worry about if you behave. If you don’t, though? Well, they’ll never find your body.” You said that last part deadpan, and Chris flicked soapy water in your direction.

“Well, you better get used to the idea of me haunting your ass then.”

You pretended to shiver in fear. “Only my ass?”

His responding laugh was loud, and you worried your grin would be etched into your face if you couldn’t stop it from forming.

The two of you finished up quickly, drying your hands before joining in on the game in the nearby room. Your sister was having the time of her life and your brother finally started to act more like himself as the evening continued, the two families before you meshing better than you could have imagined.

Caught up in your reverie, you didn’t realize it was your turn to roll the dice, Chris bumping his shoulder into yours, placing the two cubes of plastic on the table in front of you. “You can stall all you want, but I’m still gonna win.”

You rolled your eyes as you began your play, the group laughing at his remark. The dice clattered across the table, and you bit your lip as you all stared at the result.

“Oooh, snake eyes. Unfortunate,” Tic stated before snatching them from the table. “Better luck next time, Sis.”

You huffed in faux displeasure, and the game went on.

One hour turned into two turned into three, and no one seemed to notice or care, you least of all. This was the most fun you think you’ve had in months.

You smiled warmly at the people around you, the two halves of your life fitting together like puzzle pieces, all prior concerns forgotten. 

Right at that moment, sitting in your family’s dining room next to one of your closest friends, you knew one thing to be true.

This is home.

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[narabea06]

Being friends with the creepypastas Nina addition? With reader being a scene kid like her? Something to bond over lol

So I didn't realize I didn't do enough with the specific request of the reader being a scene kid, but I did try my best- Hope you enjoy!

ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG-

Being Friends With Nina the Killer [with GN! Scene Kid Reader]

Nina is absolutely ecstatic to meet you the moment you walked into her life and saw your energy. It's extremely easy to befriend her thankfully so as long as you and Jeff aren't close, y'all are friends in no time!

Nina constantly loves to share gossip with you all the time, and will tell you all about her day down to the tiniest details. You know all the drama and all the rumors about everyone, and both of you eat that shit up every time.

She is extremely physically affectionate with you whether it's wrapping an arm around you for photos, hugging you whenever she sees you, holding your hand whenever you're nearby, booping your nose when you're being silly- She's really platonically affectionate with you, unless you set up a boundary about touch.

Nina does have a lot of abandonment issues due to losing a lot of people in her life and may get a bit paranoid that you or her other friends are going to leave her. She tries her best to never show you her worries but once you guys get close, she does eventually open up to you. She does need a lot of reassurance that you won't die or ghost her, but she does try her best not to be too clingy if you set up a boundary.

She absolutely loves getting all kinds of charms, jewelry, bracelets, hair clips, pins, stickers- She even gets you guys a bunch of matching sets and accessories, and sometimes if you're lucky, she even makes you jewelry by hands. Additionally to this, she will let you borrow any of her makeup and clothes as long as you bring it back in good condition. On the contrary though, she WILL steal your clothes if she wants to wear them.

They love to paint your nails together, but will absolutely never let you touch her nail polish and will always paint her nails for you. She'll let you use any of her other makeup, but the moment you try to use her nail polish, she will lecture you for hours. Any time your nails chip or you bite your nails, she will drop everything to repaint them for you.

She is very clingy, and oftentimes may jokingly get jealous about you spending time with other people or will text you a lot asking if you need anything or you're okay. Again, this is from a long history of abandonment issues and worries that you will get tired of her.

Nina will teach you Spanish whenever she can because of her being Mexican and bilingual. Due to trying to teach Jeff growing up only for him to give him half way through, she is very determined to get you to actually see it through and become fluent. In return, if you know another language, she will try to learn it too.

Nina gets incredibly protective over you, and while she tries not to be overbearing, she can a lot sometimes. She will often refuse to leave your side and parties and will argue with Tumblr users online for hours if somebody even says a single negative comment in your direction. She is your ride-or-die, she will gut a man if she has to for you.

If you get along with Jeff at all, that will cause a rift in your friendship big time, and may even break it up completely if you're not lucky. Nina will probably never tell the full extent of why she hates Jeff, especially since she doesn't like opening up about her trauma, but will consistently try to throw him under the bus for petty things to get you to stop hanging out with him.

Nina rarely asks for help with anything unless it's small, which leads to her getting extremely defensive if you try to help her with something she can do on her own. This is due to her mother raising her to take care of herself for years, and unless you call her out on this behavior, she will keep getting frustrated with you trying to help her with her hair, makeup, or any other random task.

If you can drive, she will literally beg you to drive her places, whether it's the store Toby works at, or the gas station, or to the mall- She always promises to pay you back for gas and even oftentimes gets you your favorite drinks and snacks as payment for it. Because of this though, she will wake you up at 3 AM to drive her down to Circle K because she's craving gummy worms-

She gives you music recommendations all the time, specifically Melanie Martinez, ICP, and 6arelyhuman. If she sends you a song, she expects you to listen to it immediately to share your thoughts on it. In return, she always listens to and saves every song you send her into a playlist of sings she knows you enjoy.

She will often copy your stims and gets really excited whenever she sees you happy.

Nina often tries to give you hair tips and share what she knows about hair care, but no matter what, don't listen to what she says, her hair is so incredibly damaged-

She is extremely hesitant to introduce you to Toby and BEN, mainly because BEN is an absolute menace of chaos and can be a lot even for Nina, and Toby is still trying to go about his new life. Between the two though, she'd probably introduce you to BEN first, and if not either of them, she'd introduce you to Liu.

She introduces you to Mary and Jane probably immediately after meeting you and will talk about them for hours if you let her. She absolutely loves her girlfriends and will want you to meet them as soon as possible. Jane may be a bit standoffish at first due to her being a bit protective, but will relax once she sees how happy you make Nina. Mary will probably warm up to you almost immediately.

Nina absolutely loves to rollerblade and will try to teach her how to skate herself if you don't know how to. It's a lot of trial and error though since Nina isn't a great teacher, but any bruises you get from falling down, she cleans out herself and apologizes for profusely.

She loves sharing food with you a lot and will always make you a separate serving of food if you walk in on her making something. She also enjoys introducing you to new foods.

She hypes up you constantly, though she isn't as aggressive about it as Jeff is. She's very gentle about your insecurities and will help build up your confidence as best she can.

You two have sleepovers all the time, and will often stay up late together for hours, and have pulled multiple all-nighters together.

Nina did eventually officially come out to you as transfem a few years into your friendship as a milestone for how much she trusted you. She was incredibly scared and even started sobbing, but was just happy she met someone she could trust with her identity.

She is very hyperaware of your body language and triggers, and will try her best to never purposely upset you, and will keep track of your mannerisms. She gets really worried about scaring you or making you not like her, and does everything in her power to not poke at your trauma on accident.

As you guys got closer, Nina starts to feel more and more safe with you, but still often tries to hide her mental health from you due to not knowing how to be more open about it. There are times though that you do witness her meltdowns or panic attacks, and often have to be there to comfort her or get someone to help.

Nina picks up your boundaries extremely quickly and will follow those boundaries EXACTLY. She tries everything never to cross a line for you and always hopes you'll do the same.

You guys will match profile pictures all the time on your social media accounts and will work together on making your accounts look all nice.

Nina absolutely loves taking photos of you two together and has an entire photo album on her phone of the two of you.

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || part four

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: breeding kink, size kink, possession kink if you squint, squirting, overstimulation, the tiniest wee bit of blood (you scratch jeff’s back a lil too hard), non con for five seconds if you squint VERY hard. use of y/n bc i can’t avoid it for forever guys im sorry :(🚨🚨🚨PLOT PLOT PLOT. WE HAVE A PLOT. SMUT WITH PLOT🚨🚨🚨

Jeff hated what he had done.

It had been two weeks since the last time he saw you. Properly at least. You now avoided him like the plague and when he did see you, Ben or Masky accompanied you. Jeff never truly got a chance to be alone with you. Not to fuck necessarily but to say anything to you at all. Nina was also becoming quite the pest, the fan girl practically sewed to his hip. You had the same expression on your face everytime Jeff saw you. An odd one consisting of concentration and betrayal.

Jeff didn’t understand. Why did you look that way? You two weren’t together. You didn’t even like each other. He didn’t like your smile, laugh, or killing style. Or the way you twirled your hair when you were reading. He didn’t like the way you dressed or the way you smelled like vanilla. He began to see less and less of you and one day, you didn’t seem to be there at all.

The pale killer didn’t want to ask. Why would he show anyone he cared? But your absence at breakfast was noted. As was your absence during training, dinner, even Sally’s weekly tea parties. You wouldn’t seriously miss Sally’s tea parties over him, right? Your absence led the pale killer to your bedroom door, rising his fist to softly knock. He stood there nervously, knocking on the door as gentle as he could.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing on the other side, not even a shuffle. Jeff sighed, gripping the doorknob. He was surprised to find it unlocked, his eyebrows raising. He pushed open the door, to find your room abandoned. All of your posters, trinkets, furniture. Everything that made the room yours was gone. Jeff had only had the privilege of seeing it when he used to walk by, the two of you commonly giving each other the middle finger. But now the room was empty besides one small twin bed. There was no sign you had ever been there to begin with.

Jeff ran down the hall, his feet carrying him down the stairs and into the living room. He jumped over the railing, thudding into the main room. “Where is she?” Jeff panted to Ben. The blonde seemed unamused, his fingers fiddling with his xbox controller. “Who?” He asked. Jeff narrowed his eyes. “You know who. Y/n. Where the fuck is she?” He questioned. Ben shrugged, letting his play of the game play on screen. He reached for his bong, Jeff quick to slap it out of his hands. The murky water spilled on the carpet, an offended scoff leaving Ben’s lips. He grabbed handfuls of Ben’s army green sweatshirt. “Tell me where the fuck she is or I swear to fuck I will smash your beloved bong,” Jeff threatened.

Ben crossed his arms, used to Jeff’s dramatic antics. “Thats a collectors piece,” He argued. Jeff rolled his eyes, grabbing the glass and holding it up mockingly. “I’m aware. Now spit it out,” Jeff said plainly. Ben sighed, shoving Jeff off of him.

“She moved out, alright?”

Jeff’s heart stopped, releasing Ben’s collar and setting his bong down.

“Where did she go?” Jeff questioned. Ben readjusted his shirt, leaving the queue for his game. “Your guess is as good as mine,” Ben answered honestly. Jeff sat on the couch, feeling defeat. He raked his fingers through his hair, his head feeling like it was spinning. “You know maybe if you cared about her this much when she was actually here she wouldn’t have left,” Ben murmured. Jeff gritted his teeth, storming out of the room without another word. He didn’t need you. He didn’t want you. He knew he liked your cunt and that was that. He didn’t need you to get laid, he had Nina.

Yet, you were like a plague. One that had it embedded itself in the cracks and crevices of his mind. You had woven your web of infatuation, one that Jeff couldn’t shake. It’s what led him to casually try to find you. EJ was clueless, as he expected. He knew better than to bother Slender with such trivial things. Toby was so focused on catching a fly, Jeff didn’t even think he actually heard the question. Asking Jane anything at all was always a risk, her eyebrows quick to raise. She slammed the door in his face, the pale killer left alone in the hallway. Jeff was out of options, his attention turning to the proxies.

They were in the training hall, being in tip top shape a core part of being a proxy. There was always a bit of a strain between Jeff and the proxies, due to Jeff being too insane to be converted into one of them. He knew what the thought process was. The duo were slightly bitter that it hadn’t gone the way Slender had originally wanted. If it had, he would’ve had no purpose for them. They would’ve had the privilege of pursuing normal lives and not even having the slightest idea any supernatural entities existed.

Hoodie lifted an axe, throwing it at the target’s Clockwork had made ages ago. The paint was beginning to fade, the wood chipped and shredded from hours of practice. “Masky. Hoodie,” Jeff greeted blandly. The axe landed on the bulls eye, the dirty blonde stepping behind Masky to allow him to throw. “What do you want?” Masky huffed. Jeff stood there awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. Asking human proxies for help was as painful as walking on hot coals to him.

“Where did Y/n go?” Jeff asked point blank. Masky’s aim was lethal, the axe landing dead center on top of Hoodie’s. Masky huffed as he shrugged off his mask, wiping his forehead. “Ask Google, you’ll have better luck there,” He replied. The two watched Hoodie collect the axes from the wooden board. “Very funny. I don’t believe for a second no one in this mansion knows where she went. She’s lived here for years,” Jeff argued. He crossed his arms sassily, Masky’s face was stone cold and hardening with each passing second. “Maybe you should consider that everyone knows, but no one is going to tell you,” Masky retorted. Jeff raised his eyebrows.

“Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?” He questioned.

Masky took his axe from Hoodie, giving him a quick nod. “Because you’re a pale slimeball who would stick his dick in a cactus if it came down to it,” Masky spat. Jeff went to launch himself at the brunette, his partner quick to stand in front of him. Hoodie towered over both Masky and Jeff, his height and leanness his main attributes in combat. Jeff gritted his teeth, clenching his teeth. “Yeah? Fuck you! Human piece of shit,” Jeff exclaimed, stomping out of the training room. He found himself wondering around the mansion, out of people to ask.

Forcing himself into the backyard to tend to Smile, he ran into Sally. She sat on the back porch, her attention centered on her dollhouse. Jeff slumped into one of the rocking chairs on the back porch, watching Smile tauntingly play with a rabbit. His obsidian eyes wondered over to Sally’s dollhouse, the dolls in her hands resembling the mansions residents. He leaned over, an obvious Ben doll and Jane doll in her hands. “Whatcha got going on Sal?” Jeff asked curiously. Sally shrugged, playing with the Ben doll and guiding it up the toy staircase. “Playing with my dolls,” She responded. Her tattered teddy bear sat beside her, but Jeff knew better than to look in his direction.

“Are those supposed to be us?” Jeff asked her. He never really knew how to talk to kids. Minus the fact you couldn’t yell or insult them. “Yeah,” Sally hummed, setting Bens doll aside and picking up Toby’s. They were all freakishly life like, Jeff’s eyes narrowing. “Where’s my doll?” He asked. Sally pointed to the top room of the dollhouse. A replica of Jeff was lying on the floor, his painted eyes staring at the ceiling. “Why am I up there?” Jeff questioned. He had never thought twice about Sally playing with toys. After all, she was just a kid. But there seemed to be a double meaning going on here.

“You’re sad about Y/n leaving, aren’t you?” She asked. Her big green eyes met his, the killer uncomfortably shifting in his seat. “I uh, well, I guess so,” Jeff stumbled out, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He looked around the dollhouse for your doll, noticing its absence. “Hey Sal where did you get these dolls from?” Jeff asked. Sally pointed at Mr.Bear, her long time psychotic supernatural teddy bear companion. Jeff’s eyes narrowed, realizing his thought process was a long shot from being true. “Where’s Y/n’s doll?” Jeff questioned. Sally pointed at the woods, leafs rustling and falling from the trees.

Jeff quickly rose from his seat, patting Sally’s hair. “Thanks kiddo,” He said sincerely, dashing into the woods. Slenderman’s forest was always risky to travel through, The Rake an uncontrollable force that was to be reckoned with. During the day it was typically asleep, the sunlight beaming on Jeff’s pale skin. Even with that being said, it was never a good idea to go into the forest alone. It was apart of the reason EJ moved back inside of the mansion after an unfortunate run in outside of his remote cabin. It suddenly made sense to Jeff. You were staying in the same cabin Jack once did. It was the only one out here. It was the only place nearby you’d be able to stay.

The pale killer couldn’t get to you fast enough, his lungs desperately inhaling gulps of air as he got to the cabins front porch. He noted the porch being freshly swept, as well as patio furniture decorating it. Jack was never one for decoration. This alone was a sign you were here. Jeff knocked on the door, straightening out his spine and clearing his throat. He stood there anxiously as you opened the door, your eyes widening in surprise. You went to shut the door, Jeff’s foot blocking it from closing. “Wait!” He exclaimed. You slowly pulled open the door, raising your eyebrows.

“I only opened this door because I thought you were Masky bringing me food. What do you want Jeff?” You questioned harshly. Jeff didn’t know how to explain it. The weird sensation that sparked in his chest when he was around you. Or thought about you. The way he couldn’t escape wondering what you were doing or how you were. “I-I think I love you, or something,” Jeff stuttered. You looked at your tall enemy, folding your arms. “You think? Were you thinking that when you stuck your dick into Nina?” You hissed. Jeff rubbed his temple, as if his head was hurting. “It’s not like that okay? That was a complete accident,” Jeff answered.

“Oh okay, so she tripped and fell and landed on your dick?”

You went to close the door again, this time Jeff’s hand stopping it. His slender fingers attempted to grip the wood like his life depended on it.

“You are the first person I think of when I wake up. You are the last person I think about before I go to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t fucking understand it. I miss bickering with you. I miss fighting with you. I miss your witty comebacks and smart ass remarks. Fucking hell, do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jeff rambled. He ran his fingers through his hair, shoving it out of his face. “I hate, no, I despise the idea of you being with anyone else. I can’t fucking stand it. I can’t stand the idea of someone else touching what’s mine,” Jeff continued. He cleared his throat, his obsidian eyes finally meeting yours. “I hate the way you make me feel, I hate you,” He said softly. He couldn’t bring himself to say he loved you again.

He couldn’t and he wouldn’t.

He awaited your response, your folded arms falling.

“I hate you too Jeffrey,” You replied gently. You tugged on the collar of his hoodie, pulling his lips to yours. His kisses were rough and uncontrolled, the pale killer having a hard time keeping his lips off of yours. He didn’t want to take a breath, nor did he want to let you breathe. Jeff grabbed the door, awkwardly shutting it behind him. You guided him towards the couch, your knees buckling as you hit the side. His large hands wondered down to your waist, gripping the flesh. You groaned hungrily into his mouth, his hands slithering downwards and massaging your ass.

He pushed you downwards, your back hitting the cushions of the couch. Jeff was on you in an instant, his lips straying from yours. “Gotta let everyone know you’re mine,” Jeff grumbled. He nibbled at your neck, before sucking harshly at your sweet spot. Your hips bucked upwards, your teeth biting your bottom lip. “Go on, be as loud as you want doll. No one can hear ya,” Jeff snickered, dragging his tongue up the side of your neck. He shoved your dress towards your torso, your bare cunt on display. “No panties? Fuck, you’re a dirty whore,” Jeff observed. He took his index and middle finger, teasingly dragging them up your slick.

“And you’re this wet for me? I’ve hardly even touched you,” Jeff mused. He smirked as he lowered himself between your thighs, shoving those same two fingers into your cunt. Your gummy walls squeezed his digits tightly, his name falling off of your lips like a mantra. “There she is. There’s my filthy slut,” Jeff chuckled darkly. He curled his fingers inside of you, relishing in the sound of you moaning his name. “I bet Ben couldn’t make you feel like this. Could he doll?” Jeff purred. You whined as he slowed his fingers down. Aggravated he removed his fingers, delivering a sharp slap to your folds before shoving them back inside of you.

“You’ll answer my questions when I ask them bitch.”

“Only you- fuck- you make me feel so-” You slurred, stumbling over every other word. Jeff attached his lips to your needy clit, satisfied as you grinded your cunt against his face pathetically. You were so desperate to get off. To have him get you off. It only made his cock harder. He lapped at your juices like a starving man, his fingers never slowing for a second. He adored being like this, head buried between your thighs and fingers buried inside of you. You felt your stomach begin to tighten, your core throbbing. “F-f-fuck right fucking there! Fuck, Jeff!” You moaned, grinding your hips against his face as you came.

Jeff emerged from your thighs with a cocky grin, crawling upwards towards you. You gripped his hoodie, flipping the two of you. Jeff’s back hit the couch, his obsidian eyes watching you curiously. He put his hands behind his head, his pupils blown with lust as he watched you fiddle with his belt. “There’s not a better view in the world than this,” Jeff muttered. You found his words sweet and endearing, heat dashing across your cheeks as you shoved his jeans down his legs. “Shut up,” You mumbled. You hovered yourself over Jeff’s thick cock, giving it a few pumps. The man underneath you nearly whimpered, your lips curling up into a smile.

You felt so awkward, despite having been in this position with Jeff countless times before. But this time was different. He didn’t look at you with hatred, but with something else. His large hands guided your hips, guiding you down on his cock. You threw your head back, whimpering. “So tight f’me,” Jeff grumbled. He could feel your walls spasming around him, struggling to accommodate to his size. He lifted up your dress, pride washing over him as he saw the outline of his cock through your stomach. “Look at that doll, look at how deep I am,” Jeff told you. He helped you lift your dress over your head, your fingertips tracing over the shape of his cock. Jeff guided your hips to roll against his, pleasantly surprised with your submission.

“Next time i’ll make sure we can see it through your throat too. But for now I need to fuck you stupid,” Jeff purred. You gripped his shoulders as you began to move, bouncing up and down on his cock. The sight of you falling apart on top of him was sending the pale killer into a frenzy. Your eyes were screwed shut, your bottom tip tucked in between your teeth. Jeff glanced down at his shaft, noticing your arousal coating his cock. “My my, such a filthy whore. Making a mess on my cock like this,” Jeff panted. In a flash he flipped the two of you over, shoving your legs over his shoulders.

With your ankles dangling beside his head he smirked, leaning forward. “Look at me as I fuck you doll. You’re mine. Understand?” Jeff huffed. You forced your eyes to open, his cock ramming into you mercilessly. His fingers gripped your thighs so tightly you swore you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in the morning. You slid your hands under his hoodie, digging your nails into his back. “And you’re mine,” You babbled, dragging them down his back.

He groaned at the painful sensation, his cock abusing your g spot. You could feel your legs burn as he slammed into you, both of you moaning messes. His shaggy jet black hair stuck to his forehead with each thrust, muttering strings of curses under his breath. You could feel your final orgasm coming, your legs trembling. Jeff relished in the sight of them trembling by his head, a cocky smirk dancing across his lips. “Go on doll, make a mess on my cock,” He chuckled. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. His hips were unstoppable, whimpers escaping your lips.

“Just know if you cum on my cock i’m going to fill you to the fucking brim,” Jeff grunted. He nibbled on your earlobe, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-f-fuck Jeff,” You whimpered. Jeff could feel your walls squeezing him, your thighs squeezing his waist. “Go on doll, I know you want it,” He whispered. It was then the cord inside of you came undone, your mouth running dry as you came around his cock. Your legs shook violently, your juices coating his lower half. “I just made you squirt for the first time huh? Let’s see if I can make you do it again,” Jeff chuckled darkly. You whined as he slithered his hand to your clit, drawing fast circles around the swollen bud.

“O-oh! Fuck! It’s too much,” You cried. Jeff could feel the beads of blood you were extracting from his back as you held on for dear life. His thrust had never stopped, his hips never failing to snap into yours. “You’re doing so good for me doll, just one more,” Jeff huffed. You felt your vision growing hazy, your sinful noises babbles of curses and Jeff’s name. You then came again, squirting around his cock. Jeff’s thrust came to a sudden halt, his cock twitching keep inside of you. You could feel his warm cum flooding your cunt, your thighs trembling as he took them off of his shoulders.

He removed his cock from you, watching his seed spill out of your abused hole. With two fingers he pushed his cum back inside of you, your whimpers music to his ears. “Can’t have that going anywhere now can we?” Jeff purred. In a swift motion he picked you up bridal style, carrying you further into the cabin. “What are you doing?” You asked softly. You laid your head against his chest, the killer carrying you as if you were as light as a feather.

“To get you cleaned up doll face. You’re mine now, and I’m going to treat you like it.”

[darkpeacemusic]

Jeff The Killer as Your Boyfriend Headcanons (w/some overprotective Liu headcanons)

You guys met when Jeff was on a mission and found you on the ground, hurt.

He, at first, didn't want to help you because he thought you would be a waste of time. However, seeing a nice person such as yourself, crying in pain, his heart decided that he wants to do the right thing.

After he gets you to the mansion, he stays by your side while Dr Smiley and Nurse Ann tend to your wounds.

Gives off tsundere vibes.

The first year of you guys being friends was kind of awkward because he doesn't know how to express his feelings in a healthy way.

Also, his older brother, Liu, is extremely overprotective of Jeff and really doesn't trust you yet.

Liu will keep an eye on you two to make sure Jeff doesn't get hurt (Jeff had an argument with him about that at one point).

But if you're a very patient person with Jeff, Liu will slowly start to trust you.

Once you and Jeff finally confess your feelings for each other and start dating, Liu will whisper "If you ever do something to him, it'll be the last thing you will ever do."

As soon as Jeff gets home from his killing business, he would give you a kiss on the cheek.

Pretends he doesn't like pet names, but when you call him "sweetheart" or "babe" his heart warms inside.

Most of your dates would consist of sitting on the roof, listening to rock music.

Not very big on physical attention. He's more of the words speak louder than actions kind of guy.

Will kill anything or anyone who hurts you.

If you get hurt, he would blame himself for not looking out for you.

Needs lots of reassurance because half the time he wonders if he's even a good boyfriend.

Not afraid to call you his one and only.

Would tend to your every need even though he would complain the whole time.

[sinshinelennypops]

Omg I lobe your headcannons sm, if you accept request please do more! Specifically a little more about Btian and Tim, also toby m🙏

Of course! Here's more creepypasta stuff, Tim Toby and Brian addition!

Let's doit differently though. I'm gonna list a bunch of personal headcanons under each of their names rather than in a random order starting with..

Brian

-Brian Thomas, 27 years old -Resident therapist, a ray of sunshine in a very gloomy place -Often overworks himself, much like Tim, but is better about hiding it -Cinephile, since he was a film student -College came in handy because he can cook a few good and nutritious meals that don't take a lot of prep time -Loves musicals, even the bad ones -My headcanoned birthday for him is March 26th, making him an aries(?) -Favorite food: Chicken alfredo, he loves his pasta and protein -Sexuality: definitely questioning, maybe bi-curious?

Tim

-Tim Wright, 28 years old -Scruffy and tired, no nonsense kinda guy, very fatherly to a select few residents -While scruffy, takes no shit, he is generally pleasant, polite, and overall helpful when adjusting to the manor -Despite his size (5'7") he can, will, and has broken up fights between the residents in the manor -Everyone just seems to forget Tim is like.. Fast, strong, and a serial killer?? So I think he has the highest body count out of everyone due to the fact that people underestimate him. Even higher than Jeff, and maybe even EJ -Cannot cook without instructions, he will burn something -Headcanoned birthday: May 7th Favorite food: Pineapple pizza, or really any variation of pizza -Sexuality: Definitely demisexual

Toby

-Toby Erin Rogers, 22 years old -Loud, chaotic, goofy nerd guy (if you ignore his many, many disorders) -Adores competitive video games, a Smash Bros and Mario Kart champion -Longs to play guitar, his dream finally comes true on his 21st birthday when he is gifted a bright red electric guitar and amp -His tics keep him from doing a lot of things but he gets encouragement from Nina and Natalie -Avid Lady Gaga fan -Consistently loses first in Monopoly -A DC comics fanboy -Has brought an opossum into the manor at least once -Voice claim: Charlie Slimecicle -Headcanoned birthday: September 4th -Favorite food: Obviously waffles, but enjoys a good pancake here and there -Sexuality: Heterosexual panromantic

[nathantheauthor]

Figured I'd post the introduction area roles for the Keaton family here today.

Marceline is intended to completely break the Creepypasta trope of the parents always being horrible, dead or completely absent, the main idea behind her is that it is because of her that the entire events are I seamlessly able to be rewritten as they are, she is one of the cornerstones of my rewrite for Jeffrey Keaton. Marceline King is a divorced and struggling mother during the events that lead up to where we are now. I'm not going to get much into the backstory, but if I told this Jeff's origin... Need to be from her eyes and not his. In fact she's one of the three main players in my version of Jeffrey's Dead (The Final Sleep), as I've since completely removed anything to do with the pizzeria and David's death is instead of her hands. It is the very moment that breaks her as a person, that leaves her as the shell we see her in the present day. A mother putting her own son in the grave, realizing there's nothing left of him to save. She barely escapes Spokane alive.

The modern Marceline is a broken shell of a woman, moving with almost a death wish as she picks fights with Jeff I consistently writing articles and making sure the events that happened to Spokane don't get swept under the rug. She operates as a freelance journalist, using it as the angle to essentially rectify her mistakes. She is a mother of monsters, and it is something that weighs on her heavily.

Moving on to Keaton himself, the main antagonist in terms of Jeff The Killers, I have done a lot to fix him. I have removed the rapey or just convoluted bullshit that MBK did with him, but I have instead rolled with giving him a similar nature to Michael myers, where he's essentially evil-made flesh. Jeffrey Keaton is a monster born without humanity and it is something I do not plan to reveal fully, we will never see his childhood. He is a monster that we will never know the turning point for, or if he had always been a monster. We only have he said she said, but the people around him have described.

His first death I've also completely changed, it still happens in needs to the destruction of Spokane, but thematically... This works a lot better with The narrative of the Freedom Frontier... He is killed at the hands of Owen Allastar (The Res Artist), the reason why this is thematically important is it establishes the proxies of cosmic entities early on. The Red Artist is a proxy of the Slender Man, and Jeffrey Keaton In This moment becomes one of Zalgo's hellish cultists. Keaton is fatally wounded and left to be crushed by the collapsing tunnels by one of his fellow inmates from Ferguson Asylum.

Modern King is probably the cruelest, and most manipulative of any of the Jeffs, quite literally putting his hands in the other Jeffs' lives and stories, puppeteering them to their worst outcomes to then manipulate and recruit them into the Church of Smiles... Another front of Zalgo's cult falsely using Jeffrey Hodek, the original Jeff the killer, as a messiah like figure to manipulate the easily impressionable and create a false and anarchistic movement. He's a sadistic, talkative and extremely manipulative killer, praying on the fears and insecurities of others to knock them down, to make easier prey or turn them into his pawns. Like, he's just all around horrible, an undead narcissist with a helping of sadomasochism.

David probably has the least depth out of all of them, and that is because apart from his hand in pushing and further twisting Jeff while they were growing up, being an equally as a horrible role model and Jeff's only real friend, he does not have much going for him other than being the elder brother and second in command. David died during this world's version of Jeffrey's Dead via two gunshots from marceline, the first shot seemed to shake her and remind her that he was her child... The second shot was self-defense when he tried to kill her.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Summary: This was another request by ⭐ anon, and I think I deleted it at some point. Anyways, Demon!Jeff x Angel!Reader

Genre: Forbidden lovers, minor angst

Warnings: Angst

Credits: Jeff the killer- Creepypasta, Divider- bunnysrph, lavendergalactic, Pictures- Pinterest

A/n: New layout time hehe lemme know what you guys think >:3! Also I may or may not have went all out writing this ToT

First things first, your love is obviously forbidden

Angels and demons can't be together, for many reasons

For one, angels are meant to bring peace, joy, and guidance to the human world

And demons are more so tricksters, not really causing harm, but more so just to have fun and let loose a little

So it would obviously be strange if your guardian angel was best friends with the guy that consistently put bees in your mailbox every day for about a year

And even without all these rules you have to follow, a lot of times angels and demons just chose to not mix together

Both don't like each other, in angels minds demons have no manners and are only causing humans to get frustrated

In demons minds, angels are stuck up and don't know how to have fun

This isn't to say that demons and angels have never been friends, it's just a rare occurrence

So rare in fact, that no one bats an eye when you and Jeff take an interest in each other

At first it just started as a mutual interest in the other

But as you got to know each other- through brief conversations, "accidental" touches, gazing at each other from your respective realms- it evolved into a romantic interest

Thinking of each other was a bittersweet feeling, as of course, you love each other more than words can tell

But, you know there would be nothing you can do about it anyways

You can never truly love each other because you are so different, but there are some things you can do

People call you crazy, staring into the demon realm for so long, watching Jeff as he goes about his day

You look like Narcissus gazing at his own reflection in a pond, and many of your peers have pointed that out

But you don't care, because that is the man you love

Whenever you have the chance to meet up in the mortal realm, you will sneak touches here and there

All of a sudden, you are very clumsy, "falling" over everything and having Jeff catch you

And all of a sudden, Jeff keeps "accidentally" running his hand across yours as he goes to pick something up

Every time it happens, you share a sneaky grin as if you are committing the most scandalous crime, before quietly going about your day

And sometimes, in very very rare moments, you will be completely alone

No one there to watch over or judge you

These moments are usually shared in a sloppy make out, Jeff pressing you against the wall and holding you close enough for you to feel like a part of him

And once your moment of privacy is over, usually too quickly, you will separate and go back to your respective realms to blush and giggle

You will cover your face and kick your feet remembering his sweet kisses to your face

And he will blush and grin as he remembers your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper

But sad to say, this is the farthest your relationship will ever go

Doomed to this painful bittersweet cycle for all eternity

And the only way it'd ever end, is if one of you died