#tim wright deserves a hug | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

adorawritesalot · 1 year

Note

yo. hi. mh boys w a streamer s/o?:)

hello everyone, excuse my sudden disappearance:( i have really important exams coming up and i barely have time for myself between studying!! promise i'll get better at writing regularly afterwards🙏

anyway, thank you for the submission! sorry i didn't send you the preview, it's your ask anyway:) love u tomi!!!!!

Alex:

To be honest, he seems like a streamer guy. What do you think he was doing for almost a year before he called Jay again? Streamed Minecraft or something (imagine it was possible back then for me, please).

Anyway, he would be so supportive. He is your #1 fan (but wouldn't say it outloud).

"Hey Alex, I've been thinking about buying this Stream De-" "TAKE MY MONEY"

Would kill anyone who says it's not a real job, because he sees the work you put into it, the tears from receiving hate, and the inevitable happiness it brings you.

If you asked him to join you on stream one day, he would almost piss himself.

"ME??? On stream??? With my FAVOURITE streamer??? YES!" In a teasing voice, but he is secretly overly excited.

Jay:

He is very happy for you when you start becoming famous, because he sees how happy it makes YOU. He loves seeing your dreams come true in front of his eyes.

He would get you the best camera the world has to offer. Is there not a good enough one for your pretty face? Fuck it, he makes it.

A sweetheart when it comes to making you feel better after a hate raid. Draws you a bath, orders your favourite food (he cannot cook for the life of him), cuddles you in bed.

If you asked him to do a stream with you one day, he would gladly agree. He would be nervous at first, but then he would just goof around and you both would have a great time.

Brian:

He would like to just watch your streams while he works on his line delivery or something. Your voice soothes him, and that is exactly what he needs.

Would beg you to do one of those "I gave my viewers 500$ to spend on Amazon" streams. Then you reminded him that you would actually have to have those 500$. That shut him up pretty quickly.

Sometimes you think your chat likes him more than you. When he occasionally comes into your streaming room in the middle of a stream with food, your chat starts spamming his name and various versions of greetings.

One "Hey chat!" and a grin later, he is now playing with you next to him. Be ready for more streams with him! He really enjoyed it and chat did too.

Tim:

Tim wouldn't really get why you are willingly putting your face (or just yourself as a person) out on the internet. Still, he would be very supportive. He always is.

Would sit with you in your streaming room. He loves your voice.

Reminds you that you don't have to do this job if it mentally drains you after every hate raid. He is very protective of you, and he wouldn't want to lose you to a bunch of jerks on the internet.

You talk about him on stream a lot, so chat is, of course, clamouring for a boyfriend stream.

He eventually agrees, but he doesn't yet know what he's gotten himself into.

It's a cooking stream. And you basically just do what he is telling you to do while looking at eachother cutely. Beware of the edits!

156 notes · View notes

eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

Note

Hi hi !! 🎀 anon here! May I get some HCs of Laughing Jack, Tim Wright/Masky and Jeff the Killer with an affectionate clingy s/o please and thank you! 🥹👉👈

(An unrelated note regarding last time: My job and boss is actually super cool and they said I can dye my hair!! I’m so stoked eek! <3 magenta highlights, once again, after so many years, here I come! They have been missed…)

a/n: omg yay!! happy you get to dye your hair!! <3

with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.

includes: laughing jack, jeff the killer, and tim wright.

warnings: uh... none... i don't think.

LAUGHING JACK.

Out of all three, Laughing Jack is definitely the most stoked about having an affectionate and clingy significant other.

My guy has terrible abandonment issues, and he can be a bit clingy himself if the mood calls for it, so to have someone who doesn't want to leave his side? Might as well return him to heaven or something, because nothing will ever get better than that.

He is equally as affectionate if we're being honest.

Yeah, he's a big scary evil clown and all that terrorizes children but he knows how to be nice to the people he likes.

Knowing that you cling to him the way you do, it helps reassure him that you don't intend on leaving anytime soon. I mean, if you wanted to leave him, then you wouldn't be clinging to him like you always seem to do, right?

And so long as you keep clinging to him like you do, then his abandonment issues will rarely ever show up and everything will be all good and a-okay.

JEFF THE KILLER.

Hm... he can't decide if he likes you being clingy or if it annoys him. He won't lie, he loves the attention and it feeds his ego whenever you praise him or call him beautiful. You being affectionate is something he knows he likes. But he's not sure if he's fond of the clingy part or not.

When he first met Nina, she was pretty damn clingy as well, and that made him grow to hate her. To be fair, he didn't harbor any feelings for her. He does harbor feelings for you, however, and it feels different when you cling to him.

There are days when he can't stand you clinging to him, and he'll make it known in a rather rude way, to be honest. But there are also days when he wants you to cling to him because sometimes, your clinging to him feels a lot more genuine than your affectionate words.

He's very 50/50 on it, and it can change by the hour, to be honest. But he's fine with it more often than he's not. Only because he likes you.

But will he ever actually tell you that he likes it? Probably not.

It'll be fairly obvious though. Jeff may be rude, but he's not exactly the best at hiding his emotions around people he feel comfortable with.

TIM WRIGHT.

Please give him time to adjust because holy shit there's no way he'll be immediately comfortable with you clinging to him. He can barely take a compliment without feeling uncomfortable, so there's no way he'll be fine with physical affection right off the bat.

He'll tense up whenever you throw your arms around him, and it'll be very awkward because he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to do. Does he hug you back or does he just stand there? He's never been super close to people like this before, so it's all still very new to him.

If he becomes too uncomfortable, he'll let you know and will definitely put some distance between the two of you until he no longer feels that way.

He doesn't feel suffocated by your affection and clingy behavior, it's just something he's struggling to get used to because, I mean, Tim does have the mindset of 'I don't deserve this type of love' so it's very hard for him to accept it.

He'll definitely distance himself from you entirely during the events of Marble Hornets because there's no way he wants you getting involved, and he already blames himself for everything that's happening. He doesn't want anything to happen to you.

And if you're still around after the events of Marble Hornets, then honestly he would need your clinginess to ground him.

#🎀 anon #laughing jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #laughing jack x you #jeff the killer x you #tim wright x you #masky x you #creepypasta x you #marble hornets x you #not really a fan of this one ngl but i know if i try rewriting it i'll never feel satisfied #scheduled.

399 notes · View notes

endious · 2 years

Note

BIG BRAIN MOMENT:

Brian crushing on Tim's girlfriend.

You're just so beautiful, the way you laugh, the shape of your pretty plump lips, those doe eyes you give him, that sweet voice that enters his ears and fills up his mind.

And that's dorky look you got going on, how you help him with his homework and try to explain academic facts to him, trying to ignore the way he eyes you hungrily, holding himself back from pouncing.

But unfortunately, you don't feel the same.

He's "just a friend" to you, and nothing more.

Brian just doesn't understand, he's the perfect boyfriend for you, he's sweet, charming, Funny, and hot as fuck. Girls would kill you to get your position.

Maybe it's the fact that you don't want him is what gets him going, maybe you're playing hard to get, being a little tease.

But no, he knows it's not like that.

He knows it's all because of HIM, Timothy Wright, aka the weirdo he spends time with.

Their personalities and status were different on every level, Tim was the brooding loner and Brian was the magnetic eye-candy, along with the other two friends in their little squad.

People flocked to Brian, but avoided Tim, they though Tim was hot but also strange.

But you still chose Tim, you still kissed him sweetly on the cheek, you still hugged him and let him twirl you around, you still hand him his pills and deal with him in one of his episodes, you still looked at him lovingly even when he was being a total idiot.

Brian even bets you're fucking that bastard with the same cute little body that should be jumping up and down HIS dick.

It made his blood boil.

And Tim knew it, that bastard KNEW it.

The way he purposely kissed your neck in front of Brian, when he put his hands just a little bit above your ass and smirked at Brian, or how he would wrap his arms around you to make you giggles, giggles that stabbed Brian's heart.

But one day, one day Brian was going to get him back.

One day you would be screaming his name, and Tim would be the one watching dumbley.

And perhaps, that day wasn't too far away.

OMGFGOSNFOAO the way i grinned evilly at the sight of “big brain moment” YOU GOT ME GRIPPING MY SHEETS RN HOLY SHIT

brian likes the game of chase, he enjoys knowing he has to earn you unlike the other ladies who would kill to be where you are. he likes that in order to get you he has to work for it for once. but what he doesnt like is that tim is in the picture and it takes all his self restraint to not maul that freak to pieces and steal you away like he wants. brian deserves you, tim doesn’t. he never came close to brian on any level so why timothy wright? he’ll never know why you choose tim no matter what and maybe it just takes a little convincing, a few small lies about the man to get you to fall into a false since of protection in brian’s arms. he wont stop until he has tim tied to a chair and watching you go dumb on brian’s cock instead for once. it’s a dream he is going to make a reality soon enough. no girl he’s ever had a one night stand with has ever come close to what he can only imagine you’d feel like. it’s only a matter of time before brian gets what he wants, before he gets what he has earned all this time.

#— cadie answers #— mutuals #— night sessions #cw noncon #cw dubcon

21 notes · View notes

somewhat-crazy · 2 years

Note

Hellooo! Can I request Tim and Brian with a male s/o, poly or not idm Where one of the girls or the younger creepypastas can ask him to where a dress or makeup and he will? Like he'll let them dress him up and do his makeup you just gotta ask Tysm

awh this request is so cute!! i decided to keep it seperate because i had some ideas for it like that, hopefully that's alright w you!

sweet boy !!

hoodie

he thinks that it's adorable <3

one time he walked in on you sitting in front of a mirror, sally attempting to put some eyeshadow on you (with jane's help ofc)

he just leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and smiled to himself ^^ it makes him happy seeing you having fun like that!

cassie LOVES dressing up and then pretend playing with you- the knight rescuing the fair maiden from the terrifying dragon is something you will have to reenact at least 2-3 a week

you and ben hang out with the younger creeps a lot since he also doesn't mind dress up. that usually leads to leaving makeup on for hours just because the kids don't want you to take it off, no matter how horrendous it is

brian might dress up with you if you ask enough !! also he would take a lot of selfies with you afterwards to keep for his 'y/n supremacy' collection in his gallery

masky

tim thought that you were just a pushover at first, but then he realized that you actually enjoyed the bonding act between you and the kids

he saw how happy you were, even in the midst of getting lipstick all over your cheeks and eyeliner that was as straight as your sexuality (please don't hate me but my brain wanted to say that pls it's a joke i swear)

tim would not let you dress up with him unless you bothered him enough, in which case he MIGHT let you. nothing extreme though, and he would take it off before he left the room

you, sally, ben, and jane concocted a super sneaky plan and ended up tying him to a chair so you could have access to the "makeup zone" (face / that's what sally called it)

tbh he didn't look that bad but it was a one-time thing, sorry </3

121 notes · View notes

anarchistspolygon · 3 years

Text

alright, that's it.

if you're active in the creepypasta community then i kindly need you to listen up

stop. using. marble. hornets. tags. i know you guys kinda made your own versions of hoodie and masky (despite the fact that alex could literally be considered a proxy?? i digress), but those are the creepypasta versions. NOT the original ones (like c'mon dude masky isn't a twink....). by using the tag for a series that you probably haven't even SEEN before, you're cluttering up the space for fans of that :(

instead of using tags like #marble hornets, #tim wright, #masky, etc., try using things like #tim cp, #brian cp, #masky cp, #hoodie/hoody cp, etc.

but please, for fucks sake, stop using marble hornets tags,,, i don't want to see h/rny headcanons about tim on my dash he just deserves a hug not this

/nm /gen /srs

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #ticci toby #clockwork #ben drowned #jane the killer #bloody painter #eyeless jack #slenderman #look you guys already have so many fucking tags please just let us have this one #masky cp #hoodie cp #hoody cp #alex dh speaks

17 notes · View notes

scary-lasagna · 4 years

Text

Trust || Part VI

" Finally meeting the eyes of your soon-to-be murderer, you realized he was crying again. Fuck him, he deserves to cry, wail, scream, after what he's done to you.

You can't rip a flower out of the ground and expect it to grow in acid.

With a final reassuring squeeze, Hoodie let go."

Yandere!Hoodie/Brian x Reader

* * *

A month later and things haven't gotten any better than when you first arrived. Hoodie just keeps growing more violent and possessive my the minute. You really don't know how much longer you'll survive here from either dying from Hoodie's leather-gloved hand or by your own.

Hoodie leaves on most nights, which would be delightful in planning a route of escape. But it's hard to do so when you're locked in the windowless bedroom.

All you're left to do for the night is look at your picture of your previous life, contemplate your situation, plan his murder, and scan over a few books Hoodie found for you.

This could all change if you only said, "I love you." To him.

Which you weren't, but you were thankful to know that's an option in case you were nearing death by his hand.

It was late night, and thunder rumbled over the depths of the cellar. It must be going to rain soon. Hoodie was still gone, he didn't know when he'd be back. But you know he'll get caught in the rain if he doesn't get home before morning.

And you'll be charged with the task of drying his hair.

You rolled your eyes, tossing the magazine down and pushing yourself off of the bed. Hoodie got you a more qualified mattress to sleep on, along with a bedspread and blankets that kept the damp air off of you. But sometimes you just needed an open window or a fan.

Neither of which Hoodie has provided. A window means a chance of escape, not that he could just give you one anyways, it was a brick-lined basement. And a fan deems a possible weapon to hit him over the head with.

Oh, how you longed to do that. Even if he killed you, it would be so satisfying to watch him stumble with a yelp, clutching the back of his dirty blonde locks.

You shuffled around your room, sifting through drawers and pulling out wrapped clothing. You've been working on making a shank out of a shard of tile you found in the kitchen, and literally anything else you could find. You've only got a rubber band and a few pieces of tape to hold the fabric around the ceramic. It's not much, but it's your only form of protection.

But your plan to craft was cut short by the cellar door rattling. You stuffed the tile inside a few socks before shoving the drawer closed.

"Hoodie?" You called out, pushing yourself off of the ground to stand in front of your door.

"What? You hungry? You're supposed to be sleeping." Footsteps gradually made their way towards the other side of the door, followed by a series of mechanical clicks.

"I'm not tired." You looked up at the mask when the door open, which you cautiously took off. He was sweaty, and very gross in general. "Can't you find a new mask that doesn't suffocate your pores?"

"Yeah, but I like this one though." He gently took it out of our grasp, using the same sense of caution as you used with him.

Hoodie couldn't hold it in anymore. Everytime he left, he was never guaranteed in seeing your face when he returned. You were smart, too smart. You were bound to find the key he hidden in one of the loose bricks of your room. Just in case one day he doesn't return. He wouldn't want you to be left here and starved, even if the masked man did know about the situation.

He struggled to hold back to tears prickling his bottom lid, and he pulled you towards him into the colder hallway. But your skin was soothed by his warm chest.

"I'm so sorry for what I've done. You know I'd never want to hurt you." His muscles twitched along your back when he squeezed tighter.

You couldn't do anything but hug back, running your hand up and down the rough fabric of his hoodie. Even without the view of his face, his jerking chest was proof enough that he was holding back sobs and tears. "Prove it, then." You weren't even sure if he heard your voice through the muffle of his clothes.

"How can I prove my love to you?" He separates your bodies, but kept his large hands on your waist. Tear streaks were travelling down his dirty cheeks.

"Free me." You stared up at him, clutching his forearms. "Please, Hoodie."

He glanced back at the entrance, and for a moment, you had a spark of hope.

"Not now, darling. I'm sorry, really I am." His tone sounded sincere enough, and his eyes were tilted with sadness.

Your face fell and your tense shoulders slumped, "Why?"

He shook his head, his fingers flexing into your skin, "There's too much going on right now. Tim left Jay, and Jay's on his own. And Alex is a good hunter, he'll find you. He's already come around here a few times, actually."

All you heard was a pathetic attempt at an excuse. But in reality, it did make some sense.

"You pinky swear you're not lying?" Your eyebrows twitched as you looked up at him.

He managed a smirk, leaving the cool air to nip at a warm spot on your hip as he held his hand up, "I'd never lie to you."

You linked your pinky with his and it caught you off guard as Hoodie sealed it with a soft kiss on your knuckle.

Trust.

You craved for his lips sometimes, and it was often hard to remind yourself that this is a different person. Would it be cheating on Brian if it's the same body?

What the hell were you talking about? This dude kidnapped you and you're thinking about whether his lips would feel good against yours.

But you were satisfied as he kisses you on the cheek, "Get back to bed, now." He started to coax you back into your room.

"Can't I stay up with you for a bit?"

He squinted, and you could tell he was growing suspicious but nonetheless, he obliged with a, "Sure." Taking you by the hand, he lead you to the kitchen. "I gotta take a shower first, I'm sure you can make something for yourself while I'm gone."

The bathroom door was closed before you could even answer, "I literally just said that I wasn't hungry earlier." You mumbled, glancing around the cute kitchen.

Out of curiosity, you picked up one of the medicine bottles to see what he was taking and if that somehow made him more aggressive.

Tim Wright.

He had Tim's pills. How and why? Did he steal them or did Tim give them to him? Was it the same way he got the picture?

You set the plastic down and walked over to the humming fridge. There wasn't much in it, just a few packs of meat, two jugs of water, miscellaneous in the drawers, and a bag of chips. And that godforsaken tuna.

Why the hell does he keep chips in the fridge?

You took the box of ham and started making two sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, and mayo. You glanced in the direction of the hissing water in the bathroom before chucking the tuna in the trash, tossing some paper towels on top of it to hide the glint of the metal.

The hiss of the shower stopped, and you listened as Hoodie rustled around with some towels.

Oh fuck, he's gonna try and seduce you.

You turned away from the door, busing your self with slowly pouring juice into the glass. Wet footsteps pass the kitchen, and you couldn't help but glance though the window as he made his way to his room.

A guilty part of you wishes that Brian had those type of muscles when you were dating. This dude was really strong just from the look of his back.

He paused at the padlocks glancing over them, and then quickly locked with your eyes. You turned away, spilling the half-full glass all over the counter with a hissed curse.

You tried to look again, but the door was already closed.

You soaked up the juice, piling all of the towels in the trash until the counter was grape-free. Hoodie walked in, hair still wet and in (thankfully) clean clothes.

You accepted his advancements as he wrapped a pair of strong arms around your waist, nuzzling into your hair.

"You smell better than I do, and I've just taken a shower."

"I smell like damp basement and cheap Irish Sring soap, don't lie to me." You picked up a plate and held it out to your left, letting Hoodie take a hold of it as you grabbed your plate and the two drinks.

You could tell how exhausted Hoodie was by the way he flopped down on the couch, almost looing his dinner in the process.

You set your plate and drink on the coffee table, knowing he's going to want half of your sandwich anyways.

The air was calm, and rain had started to tap on the floor above you in the broken building. Hoodie was just chilling, watching the late night news and eating the sandwich you made for him.

It felt nice.

It felt normal.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, hugging his elbow as you cuddled up to him. You were touched starved, you craved affection and contact, and Hoodie was the only one around capable of giving it to you.

He set the plate down on the armrest and wrapped an arm around you, allowing the warmth of his chest to engulf you.

You closed your eyes and even dozed off a little bit until you were stirred by Hoodie running his hands through your tangled hair. You whined, aggravated that you were disturbed from your slumber.

"I love you."

You rolled your closed eyes. You didn't respond, it was obvious you're faking sleep now, but there was really no other option that would end well.

"[Y/N]."

"Hoodie, I don't love you. Not now."

He stood up, quite abruptly, actually, and you almost fell on the floor.

"Then why are you doing this to me?" His muscles flexed under the black t-shirt he was wearing as he scowled down at you. "Don't you realize this is torture?!"

The man sounded desperate, and his elbows were tucked to his waist insecurely. His eyes...they were truly filled with the pain of the truth.

But as he turned to leave, you managed an apology. "Hoodie, I'm sorry." You clasped your hands together, straightening up on the couch.

"You're not sorry." He hissed, twisting back towards you. "You know what you're doing." The blonde squinted at you, searching your body for something, anything, that looked like remorse.

In his blind state of betrayal, he didn't see any.

"I am sorry!" You stood up defensively, clenching your fists by your side. "How dare you say what I don't feel! I was sorry, but now I'm not! You're just an asshole who expects me to fall in love at first sight of you!"

"You did fall in love with me at first sight o-!"

"No, I didn't! I feel in love with Brian Thomas, your ass had to ruin a perfect fucking relationship for your own selfish needs!"

Hoodie stayed silent, he was holding back. His fists were clenched so tight, his knuckles were turning white, and his eyes were full of burning hatred.

"I'm never going to love you, Hoodie. Not truly. Not if you always act like an entitled brat."

"Don't fucking lead me on then." His shoulders slumped and his fingers loosened. "Don't give false hope."

You blinked, watching as he calmed down into sadness, "Hoodie, I didn't want to do that...I want to make you happy, I want you to feel comfortable instead of tense and awkward which gets you on edge. Maybe even a little dangerous.."

He looked up from the ground and into your sympathetic eyes. He stepped forward and grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him.

"Then you will not get rid of me until you love me."

"That wasn't our deal you sai-"

"Said that I'd free you in due time, yes,” He finished for you, “I keep my promises. Just like how I promised to make your life a living hell if you didn't learn to love me. It's a shared deal, sweetheart." His voice was eerily calm.

You didn't reply, you couldn't. You knew if you opened your mouth you would start sobbing for mercy, for freedom. But you knew that wouldn't happen on his account.

"Now, go to your room." He jerked his head into the direction behind him, staring through your eyes instead of into them.

"This will not make me love you." You whispered, looking closer into his eyes. You wished he could see the hurt in your eyes, the hatred.

But he kept his eyes trained on the plate sitting on the coffee table.

You sniffed, shoving past him towards your damp and dark room.

As you jumped into bed, you heard the sound of a plate crashing. Then another one. Right into the television.

You didn't care. You turned over and stared at the wall until sleep consumed your tense nerves.

___

The door to [Y/N]'s room clicked and creaked quietly open. Hoodie stared at them, hoping the metallic sound of the gun didn't wake them.

You could only see the shadow on the wall, and the clicking disturbance of the gun being handled. You couldn't quite see his position, but he might be aiming at you. You don't where else he'd point the gun at.

You dared not to move. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't. You were frozen in fear of the idea of being shot.

The rustling of fabric and shrinking shadow signaled that he put the gun away but was advancing towards you. What if he decided on a knife instead?

Instead, a rough hand brushed your hair out of your face, and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

You know he's not going to let up. You have to plan an escape.

#Trust #hoodie #yandere!Hoodie #yandere #story #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #Marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #hoody marble hornets #it get spicy next chapter #brian thomas #ok i fixed it #masky #tim WRIGHT #NOT sutton #cmon kitty

135 notes · View notes

creepy-carrion · 4 years

Text

Hotline | Tim Wright x Reader

“Can I have ‘I called you at 2am because I need you’ with my guy Tim Wright please ahaha....? Also you’re like my fav hc writer/whatever writer 🥺”

BRO HHHH OH MY GOSH TYSM,, that means so much i,, ;;;;;;; here is the good food hope u enjoy <3 when will I write Tim in an established relationship? Who kno

cw: alcohol mentions

You didn’t exactly refer to yourself as a light sleeper, but the thunderstorm raging outside was loud enough to wake you up with a bang. The flashes of lightning illuminated your room once every few seconds, as the rain clattered loudly against your window. Even if you could tune out the noises of the wind and rain, the roaring thunder and flashing lights were a lot more difficult to ignore.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes. You had not been sleeping well to begin with, your mind being the one to keep you up. You really did not need the elements to work against you as well.

This wasn’t going to work. Maybe with a bit of luck the storm would pass in a bit, or maybe you’d eventually pass out downstairs. You sleepily shoved your feet into your pair of fluffy slippers, popping your back before heading downstairs. Maybe some warm milk would help. And hell, you could add a shot of Bailey’s. You deserved a treat.

As you made your way through the living room to get to the kitchen, you noticed the screen of your phone flash. That’s odd, you had missed calls? You couldn’t recall having any before heading to bed. Probably some scammer trying his luck at a late hour... at least you hoped so.

You were wrong. Thirteen missed calls from a number you recognized as Tim’s. Shit. Didn’t he mentioned being mixed up in some shit lately? You didn’t put it past him to call you over the police, the bloody idiot. With shaking hands, you pressed the numbers on your phone and pressed call.

Tim picked up almost immediately. You couldn’t help but let out a shivery sigh. He wasn’t dead, at least, thank fuck. “Christ, Tim, I- how is- are you alright?” you stumbled over your words, desperate to find out what the hell was going on. “I... uhm... yeah, I’m fine.”

If the blatant hesitance wasn’t enough to make you doubt that, his tone of voice sure as hell was. He barely spoke above what could be considered a whisper, his voice sounded scratchy, and he sounded so, so tired.

“Tim, I...” You interrupted your sentence with a sigh as you started pacing through your living room. “Why are you so desperate to call me? It’s-” You pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time. “It’s 2.18 in the morning. Hell, it’s night. Did you do something? Whatever it is, I can help, but-”

“(Y/N)! Nothing is going on. I’m fine, okay?” Tim raised his voice at you, interrupting your rambling. You paused, standing still as you waited for him to continue. “I just- I don’t know... I don’t know, okay?”

There it was again. That tiredness in his voice, the scratchiness... He probably meant he was doing alright physically, because he sounded like utter shit. “When was the last time you slept..?” You broke the small silence with your question, moving to sit down on the couch.

“I thi-” He paused, his sentence interrupted by an aggressive coughing fit. “I think three days ago...” You swallowed, deciding not to respond. Something probably did happen. But it was probably best if Tim just got to talk for now. “Things just- The nightmares are back, and some stuff went down with Jay, and I... God...”

You could hear his voice crack, then a brief silence. “I called you because I... I need someone right now. I need you. I need- I needed to hear your voice.”

You bit your bottom lip, before straightening your back. Clearly you needed to be there for him right now. “It’s okay, Tim. I’m here. Are you back in the area already or are you still, well- wherever you are?”

“Yeah... I’m not around... Can we just stay on the phone?”

“That’s okay.”

You were both quiet for a moment, Tim’s shaky breathing aside.

“Uhm.. So... Is it storming where you are at as well? It’s fucking crazy out here. The rain is just pouring out of the heavens, it’s surprisingly loud against the windows, too...”

Tim muttered to himself, something to do with hearing static, before replying. “No, it’s clear... Not good weather but, you know...” He scraped his throat. You could hear him shuffling around in his room. “I didn’t wake you up... right..?”

You couldn’t help but snort. “After thirteen tries? No, Zeus and his massive shitshow woke me up. You did, however, interrupt my booze hour. I was literally on my way to the damn kitchen.”

He huffed, but you could practically feel the stupid grin he was wearing on his face right now. “I thought you’re supposed to drink at 5 PM, not 2 in the morning...”

“You know better than that, c’mon. It’s always 5 PM somewhere.”

“Right, sorry. Haven’t been drinking much lately anyways.”

“Well, we can fix that once you’re back.”

He chuckled, causing you to grin as well. “Yeah, I uh, I hope I’ll be able to come over soon.” He quieted down, licking his lips. “I just really- I kinda wanna see you again, you know?”

Your grin turned into a warmer smile as you hugged your legs to your chest. “I miss you too.”

Tim swallowed thickly, and you could faintly hear the sound of him fumbling with some paper. “Yeah, I... yeah. So uh... didn’t you say you were going to check out that expo a while back? How was that?”

And so you stayed up for hours, you going off on little tangents about the day you had while he just asked questions and listened, the comfort of hearing your voice drowning out everything else. The operator didn’t matter. Alex didn’t matter. You were all that mattered. You were all he needed.

After two and a half hour of rambling, you paused, listening for his response. “Tim? You there?” The only response you got was the calm breathing from the other end of the line, the previous shakiness nowhere to be found. You smiled to yourself, wishing you were there to witness it.

“Goodnight, you idiot... love you.”

237 notes · View notes

jammyjess · 4 years

Text

Hey friends!

I found King Falls AM at a time in my life where I felt scared, hopeless and alone. I didn’t want to be here at all, and I thought for the most part I’d never be happy again. I’m still most of those things, but every day in King Falls makes that a little easier to be okay with. I thought long and hard about what I could manage for this, but most of all, I just wanted to say thank you. So. Here goes.

Thank you for Sammy Stevens, who is my favourite kind of character. He’s sassy and pretty and humble and full of love.Thank you for his cynicism and snark, but also for his ability to push aside his own beliefs and ideas and wants when it matters. Also, for letting him Suplex Grisham, because that was pretty neat! Thank you for the way he relates to the people around him, but especially to Lily. For a character who makes mistakes and actually tries to learn from them - he doesn’t always get it right, but he tries, and that’s so important. He’s made me laugh, he’s made me cry, he’s made me want to scream. I adore his backstory, it means more to me than I can say, but also thank you for the way you handled the events around 75. It was so meaningful. I love him with everything I have, which is why it hurts me to thank you for his pain, which is so unbelievably relatable to my own. For my own hurt that comes out of his mouth. The kind of hurt that transcends circumstances. I was in a dark place before this show, and parts of me are still there, but watching Sammy grow, and change and heal has meant everything to me. It gives me hope for better days. For Sammy, and for me too. Thank you for giving him the courage to stick around, and for giving him hope. Thank you for Benny Arnold. Who I can’t write about coherently without bursting into tears. He’s messy and flawed and just absolutely gorgeous. Seeing him grow through the years has been an absolute joy, but most of all, I love his ability to remain untainted by the horrors he’s been through. He’s still got the same heart, and it’s the best heart there is. I love his passion, his hope, his resilience. His belief in everybody around him. He remains unapologetically himself through everything, and I adore him. He is The Good, and I’m so glad we have him. Noah brings such complexity to him too, and I can listen a thousand times to a single episode and continue to feel all the things.

Thank you for Emily. For making a strong, intelligent, badass women who’s also soft and desirable and loving. For letting her write her own story and for letting her be more than a prize to be won. She’s so good natured and considerate and thoughtful, and even in her worst moments she never loses that. Every moment she appears is wonderful and Jess KILLS IT every time! I’ve especially enjoyed phase two Emily, as her relationships with other characters become more integral to the story. Thank you for speaking out against the Frickards of the world through her, because it hurts and it’s hard but it’s so important. Using your audience for good means so much. Thank you for the thoughtfulness and care with which you consistently apply to sensitive subjects. For day-to-day happiness, for happy places and for months of quiet kindness without ever being asked.

Thank you for Jack Wright. For the reminder to choose love (even when it’s hard. Maybe especially when it’s hard.) For the reminder that we’re all worthy of love, in all its forms. The affirmation that nobody corners the market on sadness, but also that we don’t always have to go it alone. That grief is universal, and that’s not always a bad thing. For quiet moments of humanity in the midst of absolute tragedy. For vulnerability, for heartbreak and moving forward together. For forgiveness and acceptance, and humility.

Thank you for Dwayne Libbydale, who’s a special kind of chaos. I am again lost for words, but I love him, I love him, I love him.

Thank you for Pete Escobar Ed Edwards Yardboy Myers and his funyuns and disdain and snark (even if me saying I love him means he’ll never listen to this show again.) Thank you for PHENOMENAL journalist Lily Wright, who is an absolute delight! She feels like the personification of grief, loss and trauma, but at the same time so, so real. Her reluctant acceptance of King Falls as home is beautiful, and I hope she gets ALL THE HUGS really soon. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means alienating the people she loves. Her shaky vulnerability with Sammy, Ben and Emily is so good, and I’m so excited to see where the future of Lily Wright lays. King Falls Chronicles was some KILLER story telling, and Candace was the icing on the cake. The acting chemistry she has with everybody is absolutely on point. I’m so glad we get to keep Lily. That she’s found home. Thank you for #DeputyDead. His unwavering optimism and willingness to see the good in everything and everybody is absolutely wonderful.

Thank you for Debbie and RoboTim, who I still believe in, despite all evidence pointing to ‘don’t do that.’ Thank you for Maggie Masterson, an Actual Icon. And for our Man’s Man’s Man and his lil Kingsie Bab. For Regan who is a sweetheart and Chet who I hate to love.

Thank you for villains that fill me with white hot rage. Who’s actions are explained, but never excused. For Frickards and Gundersons and ShadowFUCKS and HFB3’s and Leland Hills and Ernies and Grishams. They’re different levels of despicable, and I adore hate them all.

Thank you for ridiculous caricatures ; the Gwendolyns and the Cynthias and the Jacob Williams. Thank you for SPORTSBALL (CHOP. DAT. WOOD.) and WALL CRABS and GARBAGE BEARS and DANGER NOODLES and every other ridiculous Benism.

Thank you for Teareal and serendipity and redrum roses and for the inability to see the word ‘ghost’ and not correcting it to APPARITION. Thank you for Dan & Larry and boy band battles and Doyle’s Conspiracy Cavern and Devon Hamptonframptonshire. For Golden Owl, Finn and Gator Jack and Alvin and every other ridiculously loveable character you’ve created. Some of them barely last longer than an episode, but their chaos will fuel me for a lifetime.

Thank you for Mary Jensen, who is the mom I wish I had. All moms are champs, but Mary is perfect. Thank you for Betty and Nancy and Loretta and Marigold. All who I expect deserve the praise they’re given.

Thank you for Herschel and Cecil, who are cranky old bastards and who probably shouldn’t fit together, but they do so effortlessly. The care and compassion they have for each other is inspiring, and I too hope to have a friend like that someday. Trent is wickedly skilled, and I’m sure he hears it so often but!!!!

Thank you for BE WELL BUDDIES and silly puns in the titles, and short jokes and RoboTim mixups and Science Institute break-ins with vigilante superheroes and mysterious callers. Thank you for love through overnight oats and moustache talk and non-binary pals. For a willingness to grow and change and learn and laugh. For the electrolocaust and my favourite threesome and for sammiversarys. For Ben posting Sammy’s bail, and heart-to-hearts in jail cells. For stupid bets and bensplosions and the fucking kickball story. For creepy dreams and technical terms, for badly timed BEEPS for awkward flirting and on-air confessions. For idiots who can’t keep secrets, let alone not talk about them on air for more than five minutes. For missing hikers and weird shadow tornados and notebooks and shooting down UFOs and death by damnation. For the SECOND BEST small town in American Celebration, for Christmas Gifts for Ben’s Mom and Jupiter Jaundice. For Ben’s monopoly tactics and Sammy’s audible eye rolls, for prophecies and ‘legend-has-it’s and for love and love and love.

Thank you for the mysteries, and for the constant need for MORE. You do cliffhangers so wonderfully, and I feel like I’ve never anticipated anything so keenly in my life. Tim Jensen, The Dark, Merv, Death by Damnation, The Rainbow Lights, The Zombies.

Thank you for Cameron Chambers??? How does he do it?? I have no idea, but I hope he keeps doing it. Especially all them Christmas BOPS. Legendary. Jazz-Hands worthy!

Thank you for making Zombies the F- plot.

Thank you for the Eagle Screech in the DALE’S DOLLAR TREE ad. And all the other ads too, I guess. I don’t understand The Fucky List, but thanks for that too! Thank you for JACK IN THE BOX JESUS which has caused my internet to constantly recommend me eat at Jack in the Box, despite the closest one being literal continents away.

Thank you for continuing to choose this. For being open to sharing so much of yourselves with us. Thank you for fan interactions and live listens, Q&As and twitter replies and twitch streams and retweets and Beyond the Falls. Thank you for the love and care you show us all, which above all feels genuine.

Thank you for being the catalyst for a community where I finally feel like I belong. Like I’m important. Like I matter. Thank you for being the reason for hours and days and weeks and months of in-jokes and teasing and theories and head canons and screaming and food talk and love. For so much kindness. And acceptance. For a space to be myself without fear. For people I feel like I’ve known lifetimes, and for whom I hope I can love for lifetimes more. For people to cheer on, and cry with, and poke fun at. For stupid nickname changes, and memes and words in reactions. For making me feel like i’m part of something much bigger than me. For a place to be passionate without judgement. For a place to just be. For friends. For family.

Thank you for the push I’ve needed to create again. And for all the others you’ve inspired too.

Every moment inside King Falls have been an absolute blessing, but the impact it’s had on my life outside of it is absolutely everything.

Congratulations on (almost) 100 episodes. What an adventure it’s been. I’m so excited for everything the future of King Falls holds, but most of all; Thank you for making this fuckin’ mean something.

#contest entry #100 eps!!#kfam100 #king falls am #kfam #thanks #kfam discord #ramble #unashamed fangirling #long post #text #words

30 notes · View notes

workingclassdan · 6 years

Text

Big music list 2017

As years go, I think 2017 set a pretty high standard for music. My taste this year = Middle-aged indie legends, brokenhearted female singer-songwriters, proggy metal and overly ambitious locals.

*Number of 2017 albums listened to:* 260. (Full list in separate post)

*Top 10*

1. Afghan Whigs - In Spades 2. St Vincent - Masseduction 3. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Flying Microtonal Banana/Murder of the Universe/Sketches of Brunswick East/Polygondwanaland/(unnamed fifth album) 4. Phoebe Bridgers - Stranger in the Alps 5. LCD Soundsystem - American Dream 6. Ryan Adams - Prisoner 7. Broken Social Scene - Hug of Thunder 8. The National - Sleep Well Beast 9. Fountaineer - Greater City, Greater Love 10. Father John Misty - Pure Comedy

Who would have thought a band that seemed to have peaked with SubPop’s mid-90s boom would have my favourite album of 2017. It’s got shades of grunge but Afghan Whigs’ In Spades is no grunge album, they add brass and strings to go with a still emotionally wrought howl.

St Vincent is still putting out twisted pop. She’s picked up grammies but while she enlisted Jack Antonoff to help produce but the result is poppy but it’s more messed up and artful than anything you’ll find in the charts. There’s elements of heartbreak and obsessive compulsion.

King Gizzard deserve special mention again. By December 10 they’ve put out 4 of the 5 albums they promised in 2017 and each has its own concept: Flying Microtonal Banana - microtonal tuned instruments. Murder of the Universe - heavier with spoken word narrative throughout. Sketches of Brunswick East - a collaboration with Mild High Club. Polygondwanaland - back to their psych freakout but the album masters were released for anyone to make their own pressing and profit from it. An incredibly consistent output. Banana and Polygondwnaaland especially keep the standard extra high but many people could have found a way to get into Gizz this year.

I loved Phoebe Bridgers album. Suited my mood a lot. LCD Soundsystem might have been the album I listened to most this year, it just makes me happy. Ryan Adams and Father John Misty had early high points in 2018. The National had another solid album and Bendigo’s Fountaineer might just be Australia’s equivalent of The National.

*Albums that didn’t get their due* Holy Holy - Paint Tim Rogers - An Actor Repairs Depeche Mode - Spirit Ben Wright Smith - The Great Divorce

*Best New Band Name* Tropical Fuck Storm Big Walnuts Yonder

*Best Album Title:* Broken Social Scene - Hug of Thunder

*Best/Worst Album Title* Doug Tuttle - Peace Potato

*Weirdest album I listened to:* Bob’s Burgers soundtrack. 100+ tracks from the TV show.

*Best soundtrack* Baby Driver - I loved the movie and the soundtrack was stellar. Reminded me of what a perfect song Easy by the Commodores is. Hans Zimmer - Blue Planet 2

*Least essential* Ben Gibbard covers Teenage Fanclub’s Bandwagonesque in its entirety Sun Kil Moon shat on his legacy some more with another album filled with songs that sound more like trolling than an album. I’m over that guy.

*Best Re-releases* The Beatles - Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (50th anniversary) Radiohead - OK Computer (OKNOTOK) REM - Automatic for the People (25th anniversary)

*Surprise of the Year* Arcade Fire doesn’t matter any more. Everything Now was nearly ok but its major achievement was making Reflektor sound pretty decent is retrospect. Easily their weakest album. Chastened, I’m prepared for them to abandon irony and return in 2020 with a sincere new album called All That You Can’t Leave Behind.

*Close to the top:* Julien Baker - Turn Out the Lights Spoon - Hot Thoughts Pony Face - Deja Vu Penguin Cafe - NIN - Add Violence ep Smith Street Band - More Afraid fo You Than You Are of Me Thurston Moore - Rock n Roll Consciousness Pond - The Weather Aimee Mann - Mental Illness Perfume Genius - No Shape BNQT - Volume 1 Elder - Reflections on a Floating World London Grammar - Truth is a Beautiful Thing Haim - Something to Tell You Waxahatchee - Vagabon - Infinite Worlds Manchester Orchestra - A Black Mile to the Surface Grizzly Bear - Painted Ruins Gang of Youths - Go Farther in Lightness Rostam - Half-Light Torres - Three Futures Taylor Swift - Reputation Love Migrate - Somewhere, Over the Mangroves Kamasi Washington - Bjork - Utopia Mavis Staples - If All I Was Was Black

0 notes

adorawritesalot · 1 year

Note

Can I request headcanons with Brian and Tim with a chaotic reader who has no self preservation skills?

oooo i love this!! my first ever headcannons. i wrote these two idiots as though in the mh universe, not creepypasta. hope thats not a problem!

Brian:

He would be so amused by this, but would get scared shitless. I feel like he also lacks self preservation skills, but he is not nearly as chaotic about it. He plans ahead.

You, on the other hand? No planning, only spontaneous ideas. If it goes to shit? You will take care of it later (he will).

Of course, he is afraid you will get yourself in a dangerous situation and get harmed- be that with Alex, The Operator, or anyone else.

If you do get hurt, he is right there by your side.

He would make fun of you for your scraped knee while patching it up:)

,,Why the fuck would you cross the road like that????"

Genuinely would want to kiss you right then and there if you taunted Alex in any way. Alex could be pointing a gun at you and you would still be making fun of his goofy ass movie and laughing hysterically.

Tim:

Oh, my god. Give this poor man a break.

He is so tired of everything and you trying to climb a tree to save a cat (who was just chilling, by the way) is not helping his nerves.

Jokes that you will give him pre-mature wrinkles. You probably will though.

He is just such a tired dad. It's insane.

Would patch you up in a heartbeat while scolding the shit out of you.

For Masky, I feel like he would find you being chaos itself in a person funny as hell.

He is kind of the same, so y'all would be buddies. (I mean, who the fuck runs at a random guy at full speed??? Masky. Masky does.)

You both have like barely any self-preservation skills by yourselves, but together? Zero. Every reflex gets erased from memory.

When Tim comes back to consciousness after an eventful night in the woods between you and Masky and sees you bleeding and scratched up, he almost gets a heart attack.

Kinda finds it endearing when you come home from work all pouty because your papercut hurts, though. He would cherish those little moments.

252 notes · View notes

fictionkinfessionsarchived · 7 years

Note

Hi my name is Tim Wright and y'know what if I ever find my Alex I'm gonna give him a hug because FUCK dude he didn't deserve to go through the shit he did (none of us did except maybe me because it's my fault that the Fuckshit™ began, it wouldn't have happened if you guys hadn't met me and that's an objective fact).

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #timwrightkin #marblehornetskin #slenderversekin #Anonymous #mod party cat!

9 notes · View notes

adorawritesalot · 1 year

Note

I'm back. I am now a Tumblr rat who won't leave LMAO. /j Anyway, can I request MH Tim and Brian with a s/o who has sugar gliders that love to hide in Brian and Tim's hoodie/jacket?

lmao omg sugar gliders used to freak me out when i was a kid HAHAHAHA hope u enjoy this:)

Brian:

He would love those goofy animals so much. Almost more than you!

That doesn't mean that he wouldn't get annoyed. Especially that one time when he was putting on his hoodie (while he was running late to meet up with Alex, mind you), and those little fuckers were in his pockets.

He totally took one of them with him to set before accidentaly.

,,Brian, what's that in your hood?"

Would buy unneeded stuff for them all the time. Don't give him money.

Okay but imagine Hoody just chilling in the bushes, stalking Alex, with two sugar gliders, each of them on his shoulders. (CRYING!!!)

Tim:

He would probably act as if he was annoyed as a joke to make you laugh. He would do anything to make you laugh.

He would love them though.

,,Oh, how did YOU get in here?" with a grin as he rolls his eyes jokingly.

Even before y'all moved in together, he would babysit (petsit?) them anytime you went away for a night or more. He would try to actually act as if he didn't care to win your heart though. (He's not a good actor)

,,Hey Tim, could yo-" ,,Yes. I will babysit them."

I feel like you had one or two of them when you moved in with him.

Now you have three. He wanted one that he got to name himself.

Masky couldn't give less fucks about them.

Genuinely just thinks of them as another roommates. He doesn't remember their names and just calls all of them 'sugar'.

,,Y/n, there's a sugar in my fucking jacket."

Would just take them and place them in YOUR pockets, so you could realise how annoying it is. Of course, you really don't care.

#creepypasta fandom #lmao help #marble hornets #mh tim #mh tim wright #tim marble hornets #tim masky #tim wright deserves a hug #tim wright x reader #x reader #hoody x you #hoody x reader #masky x reader #marble hornets brian #masky marble hornets #i love tim so much #the scrunkly #but there are two of them

116 notes · View notes

adorawritesalot · 1 year

Note

Because of my friend, i have found your account so you are also stuck with me (also the fact you still like hamilton too AAAAhHH-)

Anyways, Alex and Tim with an s/o that's so, painfully tall? Like above 6'5 and loves carrying their boyfriend around, is also sleep deprived and runs on red bull mixed with black coffee if it's fine ajdhajaq

awwww LMAOOO hiii!! love that!! hope u meant headcannons, as i will be doing those (idk if these can even be called headcannons tho) :) if u want me to do a oneshot or anything, hmu! hope u enjoy:) (btw i could never leave the hamilton phase HAHAH)

Alex:

Bro would love you just carrying him around.

I feel like he wouldn't even try to deny it, especially pre-operator Alex.

Let's be honest, the first thing he noticed about you was your height- it was hard not to notice it, after all.

And then you looked at him and he just about melted.

The first time you carried him was when he was working until late at night, trying to write the script to Marble Hornets. He started at 2pm, now it was nearing 11pm, and you were worried about him. Normally you would be the one not sleeping, considering the amount of redbull and black coffee you consume (which worries him quite a lot), but now he was working overtime and you didn't like being alone in your shared bed.

You walked in the kitchen, seeing him at the dining table. He hasn't noticed you yet, he is too busy figuring out if Brian's lines sound forced or not.

You then wrapped your arms under his torso and knees and carried him bridal style to your bed. He goes on and on about how he has to finish his work, but you successfuly silence him with a kiss.

,,You know, you should carry me more often."

To get back to your addiction to rebulls and black coffee, he is concerned. The first few times you've slept in the same bed, he thought you fell asleep after him. Wrong. You were up all night.

Tim:

I feel like he would act like he doesn't care about you carrying him around, but he loves it. (mommy issues)

As Alex, he noticed your height before anything else. Then he became your friend and got to know you. He was sold.

The first time you carried him was when he was having a bad day. Little memory loss over the day, seeing things that weren't there.

Let's just say he was awaiting the end of his shift very impatiently. He just wanted to get home, have a shower, and lie down with you.

When he walked through the front door and saw you making your way towards him, all smiley and nice in his shirt, he collapsed into your arms. You were confused, but let him let it out while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

When he kind of calmed down, you took him, carried him all the way to the bathroom, and ran him a warm bubble bath. When you turned around to ask him if he wants the bubblegum or vanilla bubbles, you saw his slightly stunned face.

,,What's wrong?"

He doesn't want to tell you that the carrying made his heart flutter. Finally he could count on someone other than himself, and it felt great.

,,I just appreciate you a lot, darlin'."

The rest of the night was spent with laughter and cuddles.

Of course, he also tried to get you to stop drinking redbull so much, or even the coffee. He just wants you to sleep normally. He can't sometimes either, but it's because of something a bit different than the redbull+black coffee combo.

He was unsuccessful in trying to get you to leave the redbulls.

He is very bothered by the way you just drink a redbull in two minutes and finish a mug of black coffee five minutes later.

He might start hiding them. What could go wrong?

#marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim masky #tim wright deserves a hug #tim wright x reader #x reader #creepypasta fandom #lmao help #mh tim #mh alex #alex kralie #alex marble hornets #alex kralie x reader #alex kralie x you #i love tim so much #i love them #hope u like this

78 notes · View notes

adorawritesalot · 1 year

Text

im having a major tim wright brainrot rn and i saw a very similar oneshot of spencer reid, so i decided to write it w tim (but way shorter lmao) :) i love him sm. enjoy.

this is also my first time ever writing something on tumblr so pls spare me.

no pronouns used, fem presenting reader

red lips

Applying the red substance onto my lips, I looked into the mirror. I had put on some mascara, a bit of blush, left my hair to do its own bussiness, and now added the blood red lipstick. I had put on my favourite black dress, and I felt absolutely hot. I was also pretty sure my boyfriend would get a heart attack.

After sending one last smile to my reflection in the mirror, I exited the bathroom. Tim was putting on his suit jacket, his back to me, when I entered. He turned around when he heard me, froze, swallowed, took a deep breath, and froze again. I smiled teasingly, ,,You wanna take a picture? It will last longer." His cheeks had a red tint to them, but he smiled, and crossed the room until he was standing in front of me.

,,You will be the death of me one day, love," his eyes yelled at me a million of 'i love you's and I just about melted. I'm pretty sure the same could be said for me, though, so I said nothing. I just stood there, looking at him like he hung the stars, the moon, the sun, the planets, and painted the never-ending black abyss that was the universe.

,,Do you like my new lipstick, darling," I asked lightheartedly, ,,I think I might start wearing it everyday. It's kissproof," I was smiling from ear to ear, my grin widening even more when he kissed me. I could never get enough of his kisses. Each and every one of them was always as thrilling as the first one was.

Parting from me, he asked, panting, ,,do you think they would care if we were a bit late?"

How could I say no to that?

#tim wright x reader #creepypasta fandom #x reader #creepypasta x reader #mh #mh tim #mh tim wright #marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim wright #tim masky #how does this work #pls help #im so down bad #i love him #tim wright deserves a hug #how is that not a tag?#i am terrified #of posting this

52 notes · View notes

somewhat-crazy · 2 years

Note

y/n makes a love poem about Masky,, his reaction??

screw y/n all my homies hate y/n

love letters to masky <3

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

- I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale bc i didn't trust myself to write one lol... idk if it fits but anyways yea

he has absolutely no idea how to respond or act

might *possibly* be blushing a bit

he's not very good with writing poems, so he wouldn't write a response (although he would definitely want to)

he'd give you a kith <3

you writing a poem for him was really romantic and sweet and he was really happy ^^

although he's internally panicking since he doesn't know what he can do for you in return

he would take the time to write a letter back to you and would put it somewhere you wouldn't expect so when you find it it's even cuter :3

funny story though, he ended up forgetting where he put it

3 years later you were cleaning out the freezer and a frozen noted showed up

lol

#you're all so beautiful/handsome and you deserve a hug; go drink some water + de stress + compliment yourself bc you're the best <3 #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #masky x reader #masky headcanon #creepypasta masky #masky creepypasta #masky #tim wright #tim wright marble hornets #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #mh tim #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

77 notes · View notes

scary-lasagna · 4 years

Text

Trust || Part VIII

" "You have to try to stand, I can't carry you back on my own." For a brief moment, auburn eyes flickered with hazel. Brian reached through, if only for a few measly seconds. But you were too busy to notice. You were lugging him up like a sack of potatoes, managing to get him on his feet. You two trudged, slowly, through the crunchy leaves of Rosswood forest. Back to that cellar. "

Yandere!Hoodie/Brian x Reader

* * *

Hoodie was not helping in carrying his body weight, mostly because he was fading in and out of consciousness. It was a struggle to get a glimpse of that concrete building, a landmark of your capture. But it was starting to rain.

Even if Brian is long gone, you decided that you still weren't going to leave him. This was still a person. He still deserved life.

He sacrificed himself for you, after all. He was willing to die for you. So maybe he does love you, in his own weird and sick way.

You needed medical supplies. He had to have some back in the cellar, but you never saw any. Not even a casual box of bandaids in the medicine cabinet.

"My room.." Hoodie whispered, he was still gesturing you his hand pathetically. Your hand uncoiled his fingers, spotting the shiny brass key. There must be a first aid kit or something in there.

You didn't hesitate to sprint down the hall and fumble with the padlocks. Lo and behold a red box was presented on the wall above his bed.

You almost didn't notice one of your shirts wrapped around his pillow, along with the many pictures of you and Brian together on decorative shelves. You grabbed a few of his dirty shirts in case there weren't enough bandages to stop the bleeding.

"I'm here, I'm here." You came to a stop frantically in front of him, kneeling down beside him. Hoodie was gasping, clutching at the oozing wounded. You had to fight his hands off to apply bandages over the blood, just praying that the bleeding would stop. You had no idea what the hell you were doing, and the blood just kept seeping through everything you tried.

"F-Fuck! Hoodie, please!" There was a growing knot in the pit of your stomach, a similar feeling to when you had first arrived. When you realized you lost everything. You didn't want to lose Hoodie, or Brian, for that matter.

You cradled his head, pressing your cheek to his forehead. A few tears trickled down your scrunched face and rolled down his nose.

You didn't want him to die.

So you waited.

You waited until the bleeding stopped, sitting right by his side.

"{Y/N].." You barely heard the whisper from Hoodie's mouth. You looked down into his auburn eyes.

Hoodie struggled to lift up his bloodied hand, just wanting to feel the softness of his cheek before he entered shock. He's been stabbed before, but he was lucky enough to survive on his own. This time, he can't be so sure.

Your breath hiccuped as you leaned into his touch, not caring that the crimson liquid was making a mess all over your cheek and neck.

"I really love you, [Y/N]. Even if you hate me, my shitty cooking, and how I always kiss you when you pretend to be asleep."

You blinked away your tears a few times, letting them trickle down your cheeks and clearing a trail of Hoodie's blood from your skin. Your bottom lip quivered because you didn't know how to say it. You did love him now, you loved the way he always flashed a cheeky smile after saying goodbye, and the way he always smelt like the forest, and the dumb fucking way he always kept chips in the fridge. It was the little things you hadn't noticed before, that made you fall in love with him.

The worst part is that you hadn't even realized it. Hoodie was around you the entirety of the time Brian and you were dating. The sudden eye shifts after he stared at you when looking out the window, the way he sobbed after an argument and begged for your attention, the way he disappeared for a few days and then returned with a giant hug late at night. That was all Hoodie, not Brian.

You did fall in love with Hoodie.

But now the life was fading from his eyes and you had no way to make it up to him.

"Hoodie, I love you too." Taking one hand off of his bleeding wound, you leaned down and met his lips.

His soft, iron tasting lips.

The wet hand moved into your hair, desperate to deepen the kiss, the only true feeling of love that you've felt for him. Not Brian.

Your lips danced with his, and you could only describe the feeling of desperate longing and the perfectness of how your lips fit his, like they were made to kiss him, and him only.

But even with the miracle of the kiss, Brian was still fading in and out of consciousness, because this was not a fairytale. And even though the bleeding has slacked up, it had not stopped.

"Please don't leave me." Hoodie whispered into your kiss.

"I promise. I promise I won't."

Your own world felt like it was fading away. Without Brian, without Hoodie, you didn't feel like anything. No one set out to look for you except to murder you. No one truly cared except for him.

When Hoodie stopped responding, you started counting his breaths, just to reassure yourself that he was still fighting to stay alive for you. And you constantly mumbled those three words that you hoped to work like magic. But they didn't. Hoodie didn't wake up.

* * *

It's been three days since Hoodie fell into what you presumed to be a coma. No matter what you did, cold water, kneading his breast bone like you saw on shitty tv shows, even leaving a few bruises from trying to painfully wake him up.

You never left his side except to use the bathroom, and you barely ate unless you started to get dizzy. Because if you, too, fell unconscious, there'd be no one to help Hoodie.

You used the key he gave you to place him in the comfort of his own bed instead of the cold cement floor or the rickety couch.

You didn't even notice the masked man that walked in through the open cellar door until he stepped on an old chip bag you left on the floor.

You met with the familiar brown eyes of Tim Wright.

You didn't even bother acknowledging him.

You place your head back down on the mattress, and tighten your grip on Hoodie's hand. You've been staring at him as your pass time until he woke up, reflecting back on your memories of you and Brian. It was hard to differentiate between Brian and Hoodie in your glitchy memory. Another pass time favorite was crying, and sometimes even throwing a tantrum. You were a shitshow of emotions, sad, angry, scared, desperate, and a whole bunch of other indescribable feelings plagued your mind.

Tim took a cautious step forward, now scanning over his coma induced friend.

You weren't sure that was Tim, or if it was another Hoodie situation going on. you just hoped he wouldn't take you away.

He dragged a chair across the room, sitting in silence next to you. You slowly picked your head up, looking over into Tim's brown eyes that were cast onto your intertwined hands. He almost looked confused.

"Why are you here?" You croaked, your voice wasn't in the best shape between screaming, crying, and otherwise not talking for the past few days.

Tim stayed silent, only meeting your eyes as an answer. He blinked and then looked down.

"He didn't answer fora few days. He told me to come get you if anything happened to him." The voice that came out of Tim's mouth sounded too deep and gravelly to belong to him.

"I'm not leaving."

Tim looked over at you with unreadable eyes. And for a flash, you felt the familiarity of bickering with Tim.

"Who are you anyway? Are you like Hoodie?" You glanced back at the blonde for a few moments, counting a few of his steady breaths.

"Tsk, 'Hoodie'. You couldn't have come up with a stupider name." The masked man leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"Do you want a name too?" Your lips managed to twitch into a soft smile.

"No, I don't need a name."

"Alright, you'll be Masky then, and that's what I'm calling you."

'Masky' stayed silent, keeping his arms crossed. "Do you think he'll wake up soon?"

The masked man stared down at his friend, and then at [Y/N]'s desperate eyes. How had they fallen in love with Hoodie? He kept telling his friend that he had no chance, but Hoodie never gave up on them. And now they’re refusing to leave his side, even when Hoodie has little to no chance of coming out of this coma anytime soon. Especially without food or water.

They deserve love together.

"I hope so."

#hoodie #masky #Marble hornets #masky marble hornets #hoody marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #trust #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #tim wright #brian thomas

95 notes · View notes