#tim wright x you

[eldritch-nightmare]

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.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello!

Could I request Masky and Tim and Brian and Hoodie, with having a crush on a reader who is slowly opening up to them more? Like maybe talking more around them and looking less tense, maybe even holding their hand or arm when they’re feeling anxious?

Thank you!

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Tim, Masky, Brian, and Hoodie developing a crush on the reader!

ooooo hoohoo this is going to be interesting me thinks! finally got a moment to sit down, so im going to knock out from requests yahoo! still taking requests lesgo! written as neither explicitly creepypasta or marble hornets, but tagged as both (break dances) tim and brians parts a little shorter than their counterparts, which.. was unintentional.. sobs..

TIM:

maybe its because i struggle with writing tim in love, but i think he would be tense around you. i was originally going to say awkward, but that doesnt seem quite right... he doesnt avoid you, or treat you any different... but you can tell that theres something on his mind... its going to be like pulling teeth trying to get him to say something. you do find him lingering around more than usual before leaving to do something, also tends to check in on you more than before... but that doesnt mean anything, right..? i mean you guys are still only friends, right??

MASKY:

so you know how i tend to write masky to.. not really be expressive and kind of just there watching the reader, like some sort of little guard dog of sorts who probably has claimed the life of at least on person? yeah take that idea and make it a little more intense because uh oh! hes now starting to have feelings for you and since theyre new there hasnt been time for them to mellow out and chill! do i think he would go the yandere route with you? no, but thats simply because the admin doesnt like the yandere trope in most cases. but do i think he would stick by closer to you and make excuses to hang around you? yes. does he come off as stalkerish if we are assuming the reader and masky dont actually have a relationship? oh yeah 100% but by default i write that you guys interact before any feelings are caught.. leaves you random stuff, like gifts.. or even "offerings" in your room to try to appeal to you and keep your attention. does get a little possessive about you, though

BRIAN:

i think out of the four hes the most open and loose with things, but thats only because of his more easy going and jokester nature (at least according to the silly wiki im reading and what i remember of him). basks in the fact that he can make you laugh and smile, i think thats something really important for him in general when it comes to you but i think it becomes an even bigger deal for him when he starts catching feelings for you. i also think out of the four hes the most likely to tell you about his feelings!

HOODIE:

more mellowed out version of masky, still carries some of brians boldness, i think. probably the third most likely to open up about his feelings, behind tim and before masky. also leaves you little gifts and such in your house somewhere for you to find, though i think he makes a game of it. masky leaves them in plain sight, while hoodie is going to make you look for it. more touchy than usual, tends to hold on longer when you guys share a hug or you pass something to him. also physically stands closer to you than before. the lingering stares. stuff like that. you probably think hes mad at you thanks to the mask and his intimidating height, but rest assured hes just trying to find the best opening to ask you to be his

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[niphredil-14]

Could I mayhaps get some soft tim wright smut? maybe some soft breeding and/or overstimulation 👀

maybe for an FTM reader, if you do that? if not then just a GN reader would be amazing

Tim fucked in a way that made them feel everything all at once in never yielding waves of pleasure and pain in bittersweet swirls. Pressing himself deep into their core, and pulling out slowly, only to push back in at the same torturously good pace, he let out low groans and moans. He had them folded into a mating press, gentle hands rubbing comforting, loving circles into the backs of their thighs. Their wild, screamed moans only grew more frequent and broken as they neared another orgasm. They had lost count what must have been hours ago, but not once did Tim let up. He kept a slow, hard, steady pace, talking them through each round. Through fragile moans they whined out for him.

"shjhh," a garbled breath fell from their lips. "Timmy! Can't" His movements never faltered.

"You can't what, Babe?"

"Can't take it! S'too much!" Their head rolled to the side as much as it could given the position they were in.

"Oh, but you can, Baby. You've been so good for me, haven't you? You've taken all my cum, and you're gonna keep taking it, yeah? Because you're mine, and you want to be mine forever, right?" At that point, he had begun rambling, every thought in his head quickly falling from his lips, words laced with ambrosia and aphrodisiacs. "You want me to claim you, don't you, to show the whole world you're mine by pumping you full of my kids, don't you? Don't you want that?" A whine left their lips.

"Yesss! Yes, Timmy, gimme your babies! Wann'em! I wann'em!"" Their words were somehow even getting more and more slurred with each sentence they attempted to speak.

"Then don't you worry, Baby, I'm gonna give 'em to ya, and I'm gonna keep giving them to ya until the fucking sun rises. You know why?" The only response they were capable of giving him was a long, drawn-out whine. "Well, I'll tell you Baby." His movements, for the first time that night, stopped, and one of his hands left their thigh to reach forward and to cup their cheek.

"Because I love you."

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[that-one-creepy-hoe]

Be careful! You never know what lurks in the dark

(click for better quality)

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[whole-circus]

Fluff || Sleeping with Tim Wright x gn.reader!

➥ warm cozy night ? with cuddles?? sign me in!! English is not my first language! >:3

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☆Tim and you..you and Tim

You are like good old marriage... Reading before bed? Watching some TV or episode of one of those super-duper-long series? Doing crosswords? A b s o l u t e l y. Okay but him wearing reading glasses..they make him look so hot and cute at the same time.

Just imagine falling asleep, cuddling to side of his soft dad-body! He gets really warm at nights, so if winters are fun then the hotter days can be a bit uncomfortable. No worries tho! Cold nights? Just you and Tim hugging. Him being the bigger spoon and gently caressing your hair as you lay on him, whispering soft "i love you" or "sleep well sweetheart" with some praise words <3. But the hot, summer nights? You laying apart in one bed, only blanket on you both (or only you!) and hand holding!! (so dirty, i know). Just laying here, looking into eachother eyes, as soft smile on your faces, admiring your whole world in front of you!

He propably wears this flannel pajams when its colder, or he just sleep in t-shirt and some pants. I have no idea how he do that, but his hair never gets messy after the whole night. He usually wakes up before you, so he either keep holding your close, just laying with his eyes closed and enjoying the moment or he gets up and make coffee/other drink for him and you. ,,Good morning Y/N, did you sleep well?" in his morning, deep voice!

He is so happy to have you by his side..he always thought that universe is far far away, not available for average human being..but yet he still holds it in his arms everynight..

..Gosh, he is so incredibly thankful for you! <3

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[maxacre13]

car seat headrest lyrics and marble hornets...

Something i thought of from my tim wright x reader fanfic..

Chapter 3 up now!!!

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[kusagrasskusa]

An Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

My Proxies (Masky, Hoodie, Toby) X Reader series

Thank you all for reading my story!! It was kinda tedious to put up all my chapters in the beginning of each page, especially since I knew it was gonna get way longer lol. So I’m putting all of these here with summaries so in case you guys lose which chapter you were on, you can see if the summaries help you find out which one you need. Thank you guys again for all your support!! ❤️❤️

Introduction- Reader is a young girl and has an expirence with a tall, faceless man in a black suit

Chapter 1 “A Man in the Window”- Reader views the case of a family murder. Later, her brother takes her home. She has a nightmare about a tall, faceless man in her window. Was it a nightmare?

Chapter 2 “A Date”- Winter break is two testing days away! There’s a cute, nice man named Tim who asks her out. Unforchantely the night gets worse when she starts to see things at night.

Chapter 3 “Italian Food”- When she meets with Tim and goes out for food. She finds herself liking him a lot- and so when he invites her to go back to his place, she agrees. Sadly she never makes it there.

Chapter 4 “Meeting Them, Part 1”- She wakes up and meets a man. She pleads with him, then reveals that she planned for this.

Chapter 5 “Meeting Them, Part 2”- She meets the next two men, and they accept her offer to them.

Chaper 6 “Coming Soon”- Plot

Chaper 7 “Coming Soon”- Plot

Chaper 8 “Coming Soon”- Plot

Chaper 9 “Coming Soon”- Plot

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[bogusboxed]

Boxtober -  Day 20: “Headcanons For Cuddling The Proxies.”

Day 20:

-Proxies (+ Clockwork!) X GN!Reader

“There’s only us.” x “Falling Asleep Together”

-I do not own any of these characters and do not take credit for them.

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Brian

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-If we’re talking post-Brian after Marble Hornets, it isn’t a common thing that happens between the two of you, but when it does, it's very special to him.

-He may not show it, but he enjoys cuddling with you a lot. This is because he likes to ensure you're safe and also since he doesn’t get breaks from his missions often.

-If you're typically a sleepy person and you decide to sleep on his shoulder, he won’t wake you up. He’ll probably just let you snooze until he has something to go take care of. But if you're on a mission with him, expect to be woken up or expect something random to happen.

-He also likes to lend you his hoodie as a blanket because he finds it cute.

-His favorite part of cuddling would be when you fall asleep. It warms his heart to see you completely tranquil around him, even when he could snap you like a twig.

-One time you fell asleep on a mission with him, and he just left you there in the middle of the forest.

Tim

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-This is extremely rare, even more, rare than Brian. This goes for pre and post, but mostly for post-marble hornets. 

-Tim isn’t the type to cuddle up to you, especially in the early stages of your relationship.

-But you'll find one day, maybe during a movie or show, you're cuddled up to him and he seems into it. And eventually, it leads to cuddling.

-Tim is the best at cuddling, which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense due to him not being into physical touch. But, he still manages to be the best at it.

-Expect to be scented like coffee and cigarettes by the end because it's Tim and there's no way he won't try to smoke. Unless you say otherwise, but, yet again, you can't stop him if you're asleep. But he won't do it if you can't handle it or if you're awake staring him down.

-If you were to fall asleep on him, he’d probably wake you up and put you to bed. Or he would try and slowly make his way out of the situation. Then, put a blanket on you and call it a day.

-Though if you fall asleep on him during a mission. He’ll wake you up, but it doesn't mean he’s not incredibly concerned about why you're so tired. And will insist you go to bed in his truck after the mission. Also, he’ll probably give you his flannel as a blanket.

-He’s got a lot of personal problems, so it just takes a lot out of him to try. He is, however, willing to try for you.

-He’ll never admit to it, but, after a while, he finds himself enjoying the physical touch, specifically after a long stressful mission.

Toby

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-You had plans in the morning? Too bad, because you're stuck with him until he gets a random burst of energy to get up.

-This man is not going to let you go anywhere if he wants to hold you or you to hold him. And it's not him verbally telling you to stay, it's just him having an iron grip on you, making it impossible to escape. 

-He typically likes physical touch constantly and enjoys cuddling daily. However, sometimes he can get grouchy and push you away for a little while. But, try not to worry too much because he’ll be back soon.

-If you fall asleep on this man during a mission, he will be extremely fidgety and may wake you up by accident. But don’t worry, he’ll make up for your lack of sleep later with a good amount of cuddling.

-A bad side to this would be that if you were to deny him of his physical affection, he’d probably ignore you for an hour. Depending on your mood, this could be a good or bad thing.

-Also it would be extremely rare to be lent this man’s hoodie due to the fact he never takes it off other than when it has to be washed. So, if he gives it to you, make sure to thank him and use it.

-After a long, harsh mission, expect him to be even more clingy than he typically is. It’s mostly because he misses you and just wants your attention.

Kate The Chaser

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-How did you manage to get her to cuddle with you?- 

-She’s constantly on the move and can’t stay in one place for very long. But, if you can manage to get her to cuddle with you, it’s very sweet and heartwarming. The cuddling normally involves her hands against your arms and whispering sweet nothings to you to try and coax you to sleep.

-Though physical affection may not be her favorite thing it doesn’t mean she will deny you of it. Because she loves you too much to not give in to your pleas for a cuddle.

-Her favorite thing about cuddling with you is the times she gets to fall asleep with her chin on the top of your head. It makes her feel safe and on top of everything.

-If she gets paranoia, expect her grip on you to increase. She’ll use you to ground herself if things start to go haywire for her.

-If you fall asleep on her during a mission, she won’t mind at all and will let you sleep, unlike the others. She’ll even leave you with her hoodie if it makes you sleep any better. She knows that the operator pushes all of you, so she doesn’t mind giving you a break. And by the time you wake up, the entire mission is already over with and she’s carrying you back in bridal style.

-She doesn’t mind doing any lovey-dovey stuff in front of any of the other creeps. And won’t mind if you start snuggling up to her randomly. But do expect her to return the favor.

Clockwork

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-Oh boy. 

-She loves cuddling with you whenever you let her, and she’ll typically spoon you unless you want it the other way. And if you can manage to spoon her, she loves it when you play with her hair.

-She also tends to prefer physical contact over other things and loves to see you wear her jacket. It's one of the best things for her. She just loves seeing you rock her staple outfit and sees it as a necessary thing for your relationship.

-Unlike most of the people on this list, she will show you she loves you and her cuddling by straight-up telling you. She will praise you constantly for cuddling with her and, in all honesty, just wants to smother you in her love.

-And if you fall asleep on her during a mission, she’ll probably fall asleep with you. So if you want a mission to go smoothly, try your best not to fall asleep, or else you are going to have to deal with the operator. 

-She flexes the fact you and she are together to a plethora of other creeps to the point you’ve had people you’ve never met before come up to you. And if you want her to stop, just tell her. It wouldn’t stop it completely, but it'd stop a good portion of it.

-Though if someone makes fun of you, expect to stop a fight. To her, it's onsight to whoever dares mess with her partner. She will not hesitate to beat a bitch up.

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[A/N -

Today had been absolutely horrendous and I am holding on by a string so, take some HC's in the mean time!!! <333

Sorry for the shorter post like I said today has not been my day and I feel like total crap. I wasn't even planning on posting today but, I gotta keep up that streak so, please forgive me!! <333

love you guys!!! ]

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[muchlovem]

The Blackest Day

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.༻♡ This story was

inspired by "The Blackest Day"

by Lana Del Rey. ♡༺.

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Content Warning: Possessiveness, Verbal abuse, Physical assault and Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Blood, Scars, Self harm, and Witchcraft.

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: Reader fall in love with a certain masked man, but he was being a hoe and brought another girl home. So she puts him under her spell of the weather and has him were she wants him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

She was a former experiment injected with who knows how many drugs. She had escaped from the facility that was keeping her as a human experiment. Her plan didn't get her far though. Maybe if the facility wasn't in the middle of the woods she would have a chance of survival. The girl lasted a couple of days in the woods, but it seemed like forever. Just when she thought the angel of death was about to kiss her lips, a kind man nursed her back to health.

 Everything seemed well, she found that the man lived in the middle of nowhere he owned his property and enjoyed a quiet life. He had everything he needed: wood, water, food from his garden, and even a TV. Every morning the older man and the girl would go out on a walk, keeping a lookout for anything new, every day was the same and the girl was ever so thankful for it, nothing was unpredictable.

 That was until there was a change, though it's been a few days since the girl and the man had been out on their morning walk, the man for some unknown reason had fallen ill. The girl tried to nurse him back to health as a way to return the favor. She tried to convince the man to come out for their morning walks again, but it seemed like he would get sicker by the day. Now she would take her morning walks all alone.

 One day, when she was taking her morning walk, she saw papers all around the trees. How strange. Civilization is miles away. She tried her best to take one of the papers down, and she succeeded. The paper had the words “Don't Look Or It Takes You” in pen with a strange drawing of a stickman, the note looks like it was written by a second grader. Weird. The man never mentioned anyone else nearby. When she went home, she found that the man had passed. He looked in pain. Such a kind man, he didn't even get the privilege to die in peace. You examined his body, his body was cold, his nail beds blue, the corners of his mouth crystal-like. The girl didn't know what to do, so she left and dug a hole. The papers on the trees were still up. Every few minutes she would feel lightheaded, she thought that it was due to all the heavy work she was doing. 

The burial hole took three days, throughout those days she didn't eat, or sleep, and she felt exhausted. The girl had heard when people are deprived of sleep they start to see things. The hole wasn't perfect, but she tried her best for the hole to be deep enough. With a heart full of sorrow, the girl went to make her way inside the house to get the man's corpse. She felt insane looking at the scene in front of her. The man that was once on the bed was completely gone, and in his place were a bunch of crystals. To make things worse her headache had gotten stronger, she felt twice the pain now and she even started to hear what seemed to be very faint static. 

What kind of sick joke was this? She hurried outside and looked around and started to take all the papers down, cursing at the endless abyss of trees. She stumbled her way back to the house and carefully put the crystals in a bag. She went back out and gently put the cloth bag in the hole. For a moment she thought it was raining, but in reality, her emotions had caught up to her and the girl realized that the rain was her tears. 

She started to fill the hole with the former dug-out dirt, whilst she was crying. The girl felt an array of emotions; anger, confusion, aggravation, and sadness. Once she was done, her headache came back to annoy her. The girl wanted to knock herself out cold. She ignored it and went into the house. 

She couldn't stay here any longer she had to leave. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed at herself, she looked ill, her face was dirty with dry snot and tears, and her eyes were puffy from all the crying. She had found a couple of bruises. Her hair was in braids, they surprisingly didn't look too bad, some loose hair, and it had become loose due to time. The girl took her last shower at the house and dressed herself in the clothing that was available to her. She took a final look at the house and walked over to the kind man's grave and blew him a kiss. 

She started walking and noticed that all the papers were up on the trees again. The girl could have sworn that it was because of the lack of sleep, but she had seen a tall and faceless paper white man. Her headache was triple the pain now, and the faint static had gotten louder. She yelled out of annoyance, she felt like a toddler throwing a fit over not getting a new toy. Except she felt like her situation was justified. She had hoped to outyell the static and for a while, it had worked. The girl looked at the ground and thought about how comfortable it looked. The leaves crumbled at the sudden weight. She looked at the sky, it was its usual beautiful shade of blue and what made the scenery more breathtaking was all the trees. Her moment of peace was interrupted by a sudden pain, her headache had reached a new extreme and the static was louder than it had been before. She tried her previous method of yelling, but it seemed to make it worse. She covered her ears and looked around. It was dark, and all that was seen was the papers. “Always Watches No Eyes” “Help Me” “Can’t Run” “Leave Me Alone” and “Follows”. She started crying and pleaded to whatever it was that was following her. “That poor innocent man, you killed him. He was kind enough to nurse you back to health, and you caused him to die.” All the girl did was cry, and deny all the accusations. Then it all went black. 

The girl didn't know what happened after that, she had woken up in a room that was made of metal. There was a single flat mattress on the floor. There was a tiny window on the door, it seems to be the type of door you'd see in classrooms. Something covered the window from the other side. She was still able to see figures walking by. She banged on the door anytime someone walked to see if someone would let her out, but as she expected no luck. They opened the door to give her food, she wasn't able to identify anyone though they always wore white suits. She then felt her headache come back, her senses had stopped and she saw the tall faceless man again. He had introduced himself, and said that he had brought her to his “Home”. 

The faceless man also explained why the man that she had been staying with prior had passed away. He told her that she had unmanageable supernatural abilities that affected the people around her. If someone was by her for a long time their insides would slowly crystalize and then painfully pass away. She felt a tear go down her cheek. That the poor man, so kindly and unknowingly, invited the cause of his death to his own home. He stated that other people were living in his “Home”. She felt a sort of relief, but she soon discovered that all of them perform rituals for the tall faceless man. They were all sadists beyond humans at this point. The girl swore to never become like them, but the girl slowly became more like them.

 The faceless man would only send her on missions once a month, she looked the most human, with no noticeable gashes, masks, scars, or unnatural skin. Just a “normal” girl. Every time she was sent out the girl thought that the man would have to hate the person to end them in such a slow and painful way. Once she would get back, he would immediately take her to the dreaded metal “room”. She despised it, no one was able to interact with her. She stayed in her room until her next mission.

 Lately, she would be visited by a man with a feminine mask, he would just stare at her through the window not saying a word. She had learned that he went by the alias “Masky”. The girl thought it was a silly name, she preferred to call him by his real name Tim. She would talk his ear off, even though she wasn't sure if he was listening or not, but she didn't care. He weirdly made her feel sane. She even convinced the faceless man to go out once a day. Every day she would only and only ever go to Tim. She thought of Tim as her one and only friend. That was until he would get physical with her, not in an abusive way but in a sexual way. He would graze her ass or touch her boobs and sometimes would pinch her nipple just to see it perk up. She didn't know if she liked it or not. She assumed she did because when he would leave she would feel empty. Sometimes she felt like he was toying with her, he wouldn't interact with her for a couple of weeks but he always came back to her. It was only ever when he wanted to, she never had a choice; it was pissing her off. 

The girl had seen him peeking through the window, he had expected her to come out of the room. She yelled at him and told him to leave. He didn't listen which pissed her off even more. “Leave! Leave me alone! You're such a freak!” The girl said, he didn't even flinch. At this point she just wanted to be petty, so she got her flimsy thin mattress and put it against the door preventing him from seeing her. “Fuck you!” she said and sat on the cold floor. 

Tim let out a chuckle, he had forgotten that she was nine years younger than him. Slender had told him that she was nineteen years old, he forgets how young she is. Most of the time the girl was very calm and collected, he wondered what got under her skin. He hit the door to startle her, but no reaction. He hit it once again and nothing. “You heard her, she wants to be left alone.” spoke another masked man. Tim looked at him and hit the door again. “Leave me alone!” She exaggerated the e and knocked on the door. They both left the girls' door and made their way to the living room. They sat on the living room couch together. “Such a sweet girl, what does she want from you?” The guy spoke, he wore a mask with a permanent frown. “I'm just fucking with her nothing too serious.” Tim replied. They heard footsteps, the girl they were just talking about passed them and went to the kitchen. Tim stood up and grabbed her arm. “I keep leaving because of your condition. If I spend too much time with you, I start getting those symptoms you told me about.” The girl looked surprised that this was the first time he had ever spoken a word to her. “Take your mask off.” She asked and waited for a response. He was still gripping her arm. She forcefully took her arm back and started walking out. The girl felt a hand on her again “Get your hands off me you freak!” She demanded and he clenched her hand. “If you don't want to get the symptoms then just leave me alone. Why even bother? You don't even try to talk with me, you just leave and stare at me when you come back, and I'm honestly over it.” She said she didn't even wait for a response. She successfully freed herself from his grip once again and went back to her room. “I think she likes you.” Brian spoke and Tim flipped him off. He looked through the kitchen's junk drawer for a pen and paper. 

“My name is Tim Wright, and I like you. I Like the way you adorn your hair. I like that cute little mole on your face. I like how in every mission you bring the roots of a flower and plant them in front of the house expecting them to bloom the next day. I like how you like to talk a lot. I like the way you sleep. I like how patient you can be. I like the way you eat. I like the way your boobs feel. I like how round your ass is. I like it when you touch me. I like how soft your hands are. I like how you manage to smell so good despite our living situation. I like it when you smile. I like how possessive you get. I like it when you try to kiss me through the window. I like the color of your eyes. I like the color of your hair. I like how soft your skin is. I like how you silently talk to yourself. I like how you play with your hair when you speak to me. I like how you bruise your lips to get a tint. I can't promise you the best of times, but I can certainly make the most of this place. I can plant the flowers with you, I can bruise your lips for you. I can be with you. ♡ ” 

The dark-haired guy folded the paper twice and got some snacks from the kitchen. The girl didn't even get the chance to get what she was coming for because she was interrupted by Tim. He made his way to her door and slid the paper through the crevice and knocked on the metal door. 

 “I said leave me alone!” The girl hadn't even noticed the paper on the floor, she crawled her way to the paper, opened it, and began to read. She felt touched, although she shouldn't have. He didn't even have the decency to apologize. The girl got up and opened the door. Before she could do anything he had given her a bag of off-brand chips, and some water. She took the snacks and smiled. “You like me?” He didn't say anything and lifted his mask just above his nose, exposing his lips. He leaned in and kissed her. She felt cold and almost tasted sweet, and he felt warm and his lips tasted salty. The kiss wasn't long but she wished it was. 

The girl cherished her time with Tim. She tried to not spend all of her time with him, not wanting to accidentally kill him. She followed him everywhere he went, sometimes without his knowledge. Even though he was hers, the girl just couldn't get enough of him. 

The girl currently sat outside, admiring Tim from afar. It was a daily thing for both of them. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her, if she was going, to be honest, she never interacted with anyone ever since she got here, not a word to anyone except for Tim. “He has trained you very well.” he and laughed “You’re like a fucking dog.” he continued “Not only that but you're useless, you take triple the time than any of us do. You're basically like an object, only used when needed.” he was looking for a reaction. “Tim doesn't like you, he only messes with naive girls. He's done that to every other girl in the house.” He said. “Fuck off” The girl finally replied. “Fuck you bitch” He said and grabbed her hair. “You don't even have the decency to look at someone when they speak to you.” The girl struggles under his grip. She then realized how weak she truly was, her abilities took a few days to take effect. The girl never did anything physical or laborious. She truly was pathetic, you'd think being in a house full of people with specialized skills in killing it would rub onto her, but no. So she did what she knew best, she began to yell and scream. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU FREAK!” The girl yelled, suddenly static was heard, and everything stopped. She immediately knew who it was, the faceless man. 

She had very little interaction with him. The girl tried her very best to not get into any trouble. The faceless man technically rescued her and tormented her at the same time, she thought it was best to avoid him as much as possible. The man had asked Brian to leave the girl alone. He had also reassured her about her abilities. The girl had to be reminded that she was useful to him because of her ability to leave the corpse up to the investigator's imagination. Imagine being a detective and seeing that the crime scene is just a load of crystals. No evidence of the actual body. 

Then suddenly the static stopped, releasing both Brian and her from the faceless man's trance. Brian threw her head forward and left. The girl rolled around and layed on the floor. She smelled the air. It smelled of cigarette smoke. Tim made himself visible to her, he didn't say anything though he just stared. She got up “Thanks for defending me.” The girl said. He took a hit from his cigarette and blew the smoke to her as a response. She rolled her eyes and took his cigarette from his fingers. He had expected her to take a hit, but instead, she put the cigarette out on the palm of his hand. He didn't expect that from her, she wasn't much of a violent person. She did that to get a sort of reaction, but he did not comply with her wishes. He instead lit another cigarette and continued to look at her. She once again took it from him, this time though she actually took a hit and blew the smoke toward his face, just like he did to her. The girl heard him laugh, she couldn't stay mad at him forever. She gave him his cigarette back and examined the palm that she had burned. She felt oddly satisfied, she kissed his scar and then his unmasked cheek. 

He had noticed that she had picked up on some of his behaviors, she hardly ever says she is sorry, and she had become a tad bit more aggressive, not only that but she was very possessive. Tim wouldn't consider himself a jealous person but every time she got sent out for a mission he got jealous. She was very attractive and he knew that the person she was sent out to target was always a man. The thought of her being with another man made him a bit jealous, but nothing too extreme though. He didn't know if her possessiveness was a good thing or a bad thing. He was eventually going to break up with her. The girl was cute, she reminded him of a puppy. He knew that eventually he would get bored of her, and would end up like the rest, heartbroken and alone. 

It was that time again when Tim would leave her for a long time. The girl would usually stay in her room, but today was different. She had bought a notebook and two other books. They were nature's handbooks, she always loved the outdoors perhaps a bit too much, her being out in the open too much got her into that vile facility in the first place. When Tim wasn't home she would go out on walks, taking a look at all the plants, and studying them. The girl would sketch the plant and write about its health benefits, Rosemary; can boost a person's immune system, and dandelions: helps with numerous issues from a person losing weight to preventing cancer, she thought it was absurd that people considered them to be weeds. 

She would stay in her room and read about the plants in her books over and over again. She had even started pressing flowers, the flowers were kept in her notebook. The flower she specifically liked was a red rose Tim had brought her. She would avoid looking at it as much as she could, so whenever she was sad the girl would take a look at it and her mood would immediately brighten. In a way, it was like a treat. Another reason she treasured it so much was because it came from Tim, he wasn't affectionate, he was just there. They hadn't done anything sexual in any kind of way, sure he would touch her and kiss her. She had concluded that touching her was all he needed. Though she had heard that he would fuck every time he went out on a mission, but maybe Tim has stopped these actions, considering the girls' feelings. 

The others in the house also wouldn't let her forget that before he had her, he would bring in girls, but they would not live to see another day, and that made her feel special. When Tim would go out on missions the girl would put a pressed dried flower in one of his pockets for him to find. What seemed like a sweet gesture to him had a sinister side, in her mind that was another way of telling him that he was hers. 

Cries were heard from the girls' room, he had finally moved on to the next girl: The girl had been waiting for Tim's arrival. She looked out the window and saw a familiar figure, but he was not alone; he was with another person, a girl. His hand sat comfortably on her hip. He looked at her window, and walked into the house, before they walked in he made sure that she saw him grope her ass. The girl's eyes widened, she didn't know how to react. So she cried. But her cries were challenged by moans. She couldn't take this level of disrespect, Tim didn't even have the balls to break up with her. The girl started making her way to the house's front door, and she heard a familiar laugh. The door closed, and blocking her way out was Brian. “Just so you know I enjoy seeing you like this.” He stated the man was uncomfortably close to her, she could feel his breath on her forehead. “Can you please move?” Her voice was weak, he laughed, the girl took this as an opportunity to push him out of the way. 

Once again her idea had failed her. The girl was now being chased by Brian. She felt tears coming down her cheeks, her chest was burning. He had finally caught up to her, the man threw her on the floor and got on top of her, and the girl struggled under him. “You bitch, Im going to fucking kill you!” He yelled at her, and she silently cried. “You are so pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you.” with one punch he knocked her out. 

I was alone. Though my mind was awake, my body wasn't. Maybe this time death will finally come to take me. I got the courage to open my eyes, I was surrounded by trees, leaves, and nothing more. Not a sign of the house. I felt a pain on my cheek, and then everything came back to me. Tim was the reason I was out here. He brought a girl home, and technically “broke up” with me. Then Brian threw a big fuss over me pushing him out of my way, making me end up here in the middle of nowhere. Though a part of me wanted to die, another part of me wanted to go back to Tim. I wanted to rip him open and hang his rib cage like meat. That part of me was more sinister and immoral and at the current moment was winning. Me disappearing would just make him win, I cannot let that happen. So I got up and started walking, I didn't know where I was, or how to get “home”, it's better to try than to do nothing. When I would get bored of walking I would skip, and when I would get bored of skipping I would entertain myself with my feet. Which foot takes a step first? My left foot or my right? And when I get bored of analyzing my walking, I would question my hands. I remember when I would paint my nails baby pink, the nail polish wouldn't last long due to me biting my nails. I examined the scar on my left hand caused by my ten-year-old self climbing a tree. Then I was interrupted by a piece of paper, for a moment I thought I was being tormented by the faceless man but I was wrong. It seemed to be some kind of recipe or some sort of spell.

“ If the person you love does not feel the same, all they need is a little convincing. Rosemary is sure to bring them back, lavender for affection, a rose for love, two red candles one representing you and the other them, a string to bind the two of you together, blood from the spell maker, and hair from the lover.” 

The paper showed an illustration of two candles bound by string, the lavender, rosemary, and roses surrounding the two candles. There was a tiny bottle of fluid on the right of the candles which I assumed was the blood and a piece of hair on the left side of the candles. I mostly had all the ingredients, I just needed a piece of his hair. Was I really going to do this? I had to, I had to make him mine. I had to make him pay. I kept walking and coincidentally found the house. I am constantly being blessed at the worst times. 

Once she got to the house, she saw a familiar face, the same girl from earlier. She sat comfortably on the dirty couch with a plain dirty white T-shirt on with no pants not leaving much for the imagination. Her hair was messy but it was oddly beautiful. The girls made eye contact, she was beautiful, her eyes were freakishly big, her lips were doll-like, and her skin was like porcelain. For a moment the girl saw the appeal, she was gorgeous, but then she came to the realization she had been the girl who was fucking Tim. The pale girl smiled at her, this bitch was completely clueless. Perhaps she will have the honor of being her first kill. The girl returned her smile and went to her room. She looked over the note again and gathered all the ingredients together. The dried rose that Tim had gifted her, and a piece of his hair: which she had collected when she would play with his hair. She will get the rest from her “garden” which was just plants that she collected from her missions. All she needed was the two red candles and the string. 

Tim woke up to an all-familiar smell, the red liquid that smelled of metal or a handful of old coins. The man opened his room door and was met with a body, the same body that he had been in who knows how many times. The slashes on the girl were sloppy, there were multiple tiny cuts on her torso, he concluded that the cut on her neck made the killer victorious. He followed the trail of blood and it led to the metal room that would be occupied by the girl he had been “dating.” He once again found himself staring at her through the little window at her door, he was never scared of her, even the times she tried to be intimidating. He found her attempts to be comical and amusing. This time she had managed to give him goosebumps. He had seen it all over and over again. Nothing surprised him, but not much could have prepared him for what he was seeing. She was performing some sort of ritual, she looked so focused on what she was doing that she hadn't even noticed Tim at the window. The girl looked intimidating. She finally looked up and met his eyes. They were full of hurt and determination. He stepped back once he saw her cut the palm of her hand, she used the blood to coat the two red candles in front of her. She was still looking at him, it was unnerving and creepy. Tim made the decision to leave and let her be.

I let the blood from my fresh wound drip onto the candle, it burned so bad, but I will do anything to bring him back to me. I saw the candle that was supposed to represent me lean towards the other candle that represented Tim. Then suddenly it stopped. I smiled as the candle that represented Tim leaned in towards the wick that represented me. I watched the two candlesticks melt as one. As I watched the flame die down I questioned myself and asked if this was even going to work. What if this “spell” was a prank? Some joke? Then I realized just how much I have changed. I killed an innocent person with my hands. How can I let myself become this? But I am so obsessed with him, he consumes all of my thoughts. It's only fair that he thinks the same of me. I felt a tear run down my cheek, I miss my old self. Maybe I shouldn't have paid attention to him. What would I have become? I wiped the tear and I noticed that the flame finally went out, all that was left was the melted wax. 

Days passed and the girl stayed in her room partially because of embarrassment. Maybe the spell was a joke, she would find melted wax by her door as a reminder of her failure by the others. So the girl passed the shame by herself in her room. Tim had heard about her failed attempt at a love spell, he found it amusing. That was until he actually started feeling something. Many sleepless nights just thinking about her and only her. When he was out on missions he would see her in every girl he came across. He couldn't even enjoy food due to the lack of hunger. He had all the “love” symptoms that mothers would talk about to their children. It seemed like the more he resisted the stronger his feelings grew. 

The girl was resting on her back looking up at the metal ceiling, there was nothing else that could be done. The door to her room had been opened, she looked over and smiled. The girl made her way over to him, and carefully cupped his cheeks, taking the opportunity to fully take off his mask. He looked tired, his skin was paler than usual, and his face had also slimmed down. She leaned in and breathed him in, his smell comforted her and melted all the embarrassment away. She motioned him to sit on the cold floor, so he did. She sat on his legs facing and hugging him. Tim thought her actions were weird, but all she wanted was to feel him close. “I can't get you out of my head, you've taken over my mind completely.” Tim said and made her look at him, she looked at him with pure euphoria and satisfaction. This irritated him. How was this even possible? This week the girl had managed to make him taste defeat. She responded with a trail of kisses beginning at his neck and ending at his lips. She finally had him, call it evens. 

#tim wright #marble hornets #masky x y/n #masky x reader #no use of y/n #brian thomas #creepypasta #possesiveness #masky x you #tim wright x you #fem reader #tim wright x reader

[comedicallyterriblemasky]

"Are you alone too on this dark night?"

Characters: Tim Wright/ Masky and Gender neutral! Reader.

Tags/Type: Fluff, SFW

A/n : Wow first fic on this blog yet, hope you enjoy it!

You were simply just trying to get away from the noise, just get away from the busy days and bustling streets of your town for a night.

Your shoes crunched the assortment of multicolored leaves as you walked aimlessly through the nearby forest, enjoying the serene peaceful moment, you hadn't felt this untense in a while. You felt like a care free child again.

That unfortunately wouldn't last forever, as soon you felt a looming presence nearby. As you snapped your head around desperate to try to see if you were just paranoid and over thinking or if it was real. You could swear you saw a figure...you started to retrace your steps back to the entrance of the woods where'd you entered but it seems in your peacefulness you'd lost the trail you'd started on.

"Shit" You thought to yourself, as you started to panic you could feel your heartbeat getting quicker and quicker. You started again to try to retrace the path but alas, the darkness of the night made it nearly impossible to find it again. You pulled out the small pocket flashlight you'd brought with you, immediately clicking it on. The light fortunately, made it possible to see in the darkness.

You quickly took a breath of relief as you felt the panic leave your chest slowly. As you walked you noticed the flashlight....glitching? No that couldn't be right, that wasn't possible. You quickly turned it off then on again. Still not working. Maybe it needed new batteries? No, that couldn't be right. You'd replaced them right before driving here.

In the midst of your confusion with the flashlight you had failed to notice a person approaching you from behind. You'd only realized to once he'd wrapped his hand around your mouth and started to try to drag you away from where you stood.

Of course, this sent you on high alert and into a fight or flight mode. You unconsciously chose fight. You started to scream, kick and even trying to punch with your free hand as the other tried to pull away the mans grip from your mouth. Thought you quickly realized after you looked around that this man wasn't the biggest threat in that forest. A much taller man wandered through. It wasn't normal. You just stared at the creature absolutely bewildered. You hadn't even noticed the man dragged you to another, safer location.

"Are you alright there?" The man spoke, in a gravy and quiet, shushed voice. And he kneeled down to your level.

"....Yes I'm alright thank you. I guess." You replied, still trying to process the events that had just happened. You quickly studied the man, you had sworn you'd saw him somewhere before but couldn't quite place where.

The man simply nodded in response and sat down next to a tree beside you both. It was very clear he was out of breath. "Cool,cool.." He eventually replied. Some awkwardness and discomfort lingered in the air around you two, it made sense of course though.

"So uh, how was your day?" You finally asked. Feel a little bit embarrassed to ask such a random question

"...Seriously?" The man replies almost dumbfounded by such a random question that seemingly came out of no where, letting out a slight chuckle before answering. "It was ok..I guess, yours?"

"Eh..iffy. Thanks for asking though" You replied, shrugging. Starting to play around with a random stick you'd found lying near you.

"Yea...I can relate to that. So what were you doing here in these woods?" The man replies, he wasn't the biggest fan of small talk but if was worth it if there wasn't a lingering of discomfort and awkwardness.

"Eh, just trying to get away from y'know..normal crappy 'ol life for a night." You replied, A slight smile slowly appearing on your face.

The man simply nodded, continuing the conversation throughout the night with you. You'd learn that you both had a few common interests and soon enough, became friends? More so mutuals, maybe even peers at the least. You were able to get some information as to who he was, one, his first name and his phone number.

As soon as you arrived home you quickly typed in the mans phone number. Putting 'Tim' as the name for the contact.

You didn't know what it was, but you felt something surely was going to come good out of this, friendship. Or even something more if you're lucky. But for now, you're grateful for just having him as a mutual.

#tim wright #masky x reader #masky x you #masky x y/n #comedically terrible masky #fanfic author #fanfic #tim wright headcanons #tim wright x reader #tim wright x you #It is currently 10:30 at night what am I doing

[eldritch-nightmare]

Could I request some headcanons for the MH characters and how they'd react to their s/o dying due to the Operator sickness (just to make it more challenging, let's say Alex didn't do it)

a/n: you most certainly can omg i love writing mcd and angst!! i literally dropped everything i was doing to write this so i hope you enjoy!!

marble hornets characters reacting to their s/o dying due to operator sickness.

warnings: major character death, swearing, blood, vomit, coughing, sleep deprivation, gn!reader, death is mainly unspecified but alex isn't the cause, jessica's actually made me feel sad i wanna hug her.

JAY MERRICK.

You stuck by Jay's side since the beginning of all of this, helping him with finding more tapes and piecing together the clues of the mystery that is Marble Hornets.

Even when things got bad, you and Jay stuck together.

You guys were worried, obviously, when you both started to experience symptoms of the sickness, but neither of you allowed it to slow you down.

Unfortunately, the sickness was taking a heavy toll on you more than it was Jay at this point, and it was starting to show.

You could barely sleep most days, but with the sickness, sleeping was like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

And the day you died, you were running on no sleep. It had been... a while since you had last been able to sleep. You were at death's doorstep, but neither you nor Jay were ready to admit it.

Your death had been... peaceful, in the end.

You were in the car with Jay. You weren't sure where you two were going, but you knew that Tim was driving behind you guys. The weight of everything felt so heavy on your shoulders, and you could just... feel yourself drifting off. You knew you more than likely weren't going to wake up if you closed your eyes, so with the last of your strength, you caught Jay's attention and just oh so softly whispered, 'I love you.' before your eyes shut and you slumped against the window of the car.

Jay pulled over immediately because he knew that something was wrong. He tried performing CPR on you, but you didn't come back. And the Operator just had to choose this moment specifically to show up, so Tim had to physically drag Jay away from your body so the two could get away.

The Operator took your body, and Jay followed you into the afterlife soon after.

ALEX KRALIE.

Well first off congrats on not being killed by Alex, I guess. No, you die early on.

But he didn't kill you. He didn't get the chance. He was going to, trust me, but it seems your body just couldn't handle the sickness like everyone else.

That doesn't make it any less painful for Alex to watch. He loves you so much, so of course your death is going to hit him.

Seeing you vomit blood as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body started to convulse... it was terrible.

And he wanted to help you, he did! He wanted to do something to save your life but...

Perhaps... it would be better if he didn't...

Watching you die is something that'll haunt his dreams for sure, and your death will definitely motivate him to achieve his goal and it'll spur him further into the mindset of 'everyone in contact with anyone who has the sickness needs to die'.

And he'll blame Tim for your death, period.

Even if it isn't Tim's fault, it is. Alex simply cannot blame anyone else.

He knows that it was wrong to watch you die and not do anything to help, but... it was the right thing to do. Surely, you would have understood, right?

TIM WRIGHT.

His biggest fear was you dying because of all of this.

At first, most of his fear stemmed from him apparently having an alter ego of sorts that doesn't recognize the people he knows and is violent. He was worried that he'd end up hurting you when in this state of mind.

That fear transitioned away from that when this alter ego went dormant. Instead, it just became a natural fear of you getting injured.

He didn't want you to involve yourself in this because he knew it would be dangerous, but you insisted and he can't exactly stop you.

So when you die? Right in front of him? Choking on your own vomit and blood?

Well, he'd simply blame himself.

It's his fault that everyone is involved in all of this in the first place. If he had just... never made any friends, everyone would still be alive.

It's his fault. His fault that you died. He'll never get to see you again. He'll never get to hear your laugh or see the sparkle in your eyes.

He couldn't even get you a proper funeral because the Operator took your body. You're gone. You're gone.

Alex is right. It really is his fault.

BRIAN THOMAS.

Brian knew getting involved with you doomed you to your fate, but he's more selfish than he lets on.

He couldn't let you go. Even after he assumed the persona of Hoodie, he wanted you in his life.

He did his best to take care of you when the sickness started taking its toll on you. He made sure to steal some of Tim's pills for the two of you to take, he kept you hydrated and he was very adamant about you not touching his camera.

He concealed most of his worry because he knew that being openly worried would only make you worry.

His biggest concern was Alex finding you. If Alex knew where you were, he wouldn't hesitate to take your life, so Brian made sure he never even filmed anywhere near where he kept you.

That being said, because of everything going on, Brian can't be with you all the time.

And you die while he's gone.

He returns to the abandoned building to find it empty. You were nowhere in sight, and immediate panic overtook whatever other thoughts were going on in his mind as he tore the place apart trying to find you. The only thing left in your place was one of his spare cameras.

Dread immediately settles in alongside his panic as he watches the latest tape on the camera, and that's when he sees it. You, with tears streaming down your face as you struggle to force back a violent cough fit. You confessed to him that you hadn't been taking the pills he'd been giving you, instead always sneaking them back into the bottle so Brian would have more to take for himself. And you cry, telling Brian that you're sorry and that you love him before you drop the camera and fall to the ground as a violent coughing fit begins to take over.

Brian has to look away from the screen because seeing you die is not something he can handle. He only looks back when you stop coughing. Your body wasn't in the frame anymore. It's safe to assume that the Operator took you.

Brian sorta just... goes numb, to be honest. There's no other way to describe it, really. He just exists, and then he dies.

JESSICA LOCKE.

Oh Shit. Oh God, what the hell? What's going on?

Poor girl doesn't even know what's happening for most of the time she's there and now her lover just collapsed to the ground and started to cough up blood.

She tries her hardest to offer her support, holding your hair back and trying to help you ride out this coughing fit but it just gets worse the longer you cough.

She's in tears as she tells you to just hold on, scrambling to search for anything she could use to call an ambulance to get you some help.

She even tries carrying you, but she's also dealing with the sickness and is in a weakened state so all she can do is watch in horror as your coughing gets worse.

Then the vomiting starts, and there's no way a human can survive vomiting up so much blood.

Please don't die. Please, she can't lose you. She can't do this without you! You have to stay alive, you have to stay with her! You can push through this, she knows you can! Just focus on her voice, okay?

But her pleas mean nothing in the end.

In the end, your body gives out on you and you breath your last breath in the arms of your girlfriend as she cries, begging you to stay with her.

And when all of this is over, she has no memory of your death. Tim tells her that you left. She'll never know the truth of what actually happened.

#anon #jay merrick x reader #alex kralie x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #jessica locke x reader #marble hornets x reader #jay merrick x you #alex kralie x you #tim wright x you #brian thomas x you #jessica locke x you #marble hornets x you #marble hornets #scheduled. #don't ask why im scheduling this to post at 2am i cant explain my ways #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #I NEED TO START TAGGING THOSE TWO i keep forgetting

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you write for Masky/Tim that has a grumpy x sunshine dynamic with the reader? Bonus points if it’s enemies to lovers. They’d literally be Branch and Poppy from Trolls 😭😭

Tim/masky x sunshine!reader !

hopefully this can be read as either mh or creepypasta, since i adore both takes on masky/tim (more so modern creepypasta takes that ive personally seen at least) so! going to split this into 2 parts so tim and masky can have their own parts since i write them a little differently from one another! i! need to watch the trolls movies, ive heard good things about them, especially the newest one....

Tims part//

honestly in a weird way you kind of rub oeff on him.. now does tim just become more... upbeat and happy? ....maybe just a teeeeeeny tiiiiiny smidge, but no where near your level. you have a positive effect on him, thats for sure, but hes still very clearly handling his own issues and hes still his usual self. though, you do sometimes catch him smiling just ever so slightly when hes watching you go on about your day or rambling about something! and i think that alone is very sweet, like hes going through so much/has gone through so much if this is post MH/MH specific, but he still finds it in himself to unwind just a tiny bit thanks to your energy. though, you do sometimes tend to be a little too kind, so sometimes he feels he needs to step in to make sure you dont get hurt or taken advantage of. its not that youre dumb, but you can sometimes see the best in people before they have the chance to show that they actually possess that good in the first place, you know? kind of envies how you just roll with things and dont let most things effect you, though there will be hell on the chance something DOES upset you... more so a solutions than comfort guy, though!

Maskys part//

very similar to tim in regards that masky likes observing you when youre being your joyous self, and you just slightly rub off on him. while tim is more grumpy and cautious, masky is more so.... well he doesnt emote a lot and the mask sure as hell doesnt help matters, as well as him not speaking... though your energy is still infectious, sometimes when hes signing to you, his signs are a little more energetic and such. but not by much. to outsiders they wouldnt be able to tell something is different, but you can... though i dont think masky does, and if he does he doesnt say anything.. while tim would offer solutions when youre upset, masky... well he also offers solutions, but in a much different way. not going to elaborate other than that his solutions tend to be very "hands on" and "straight forward" in regards to handling the issue. less of a grumpy stormcloud x sunshine dynamic and more of a collected stoic x sunshine! if that makes sense!

#marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x you #mh x reader #mh x you #masky x reader #masky x you #tim wright x you #tim sutton x you #tim wright x reader #tim sutton x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader

[niphredil-14]

Oh I meant Masky/Tim Wright, I loved the recent thing you posted of him.

He had been away for far too long, waking up god knows where with no memory of how he got there, with his only goal being getting back home was a struggle. A long one, considering thar he seemed to be missing four months' worth of memories. So, when he quietly unlocked the door, and kicked his shoes off beside the door, so that he could pad throughout the house without waking them up, he was overjoyed to find their sleeping form. Satin sheets were falling off of their body, exposing the fact that the only thing they were wearing was his shirt. At seeing them, so comfortable, snoring away while holding his pillow, which covered by another one of his shirts, he was overwhelmed by how long it had been since he had felt them around him. He was desperate, yet knowing that he was far too tired to do what he really wanted, he settled for the next best thing. Peeling off his clothes and slipping in beside them, he gave a few, long, languid strokes to his cock. With his other hand, he began prepping them, getting them as wet and lubed up as possible. Slowly pushing the head in, he leaned his head over their shoulder, only then noticing the fact that they had spritzed some of his cologne and after-shave onto the shirt-covered pillow. That brought an appreciative groan from his lips and forced his cock even deeper into their hole. With a slight moan, their eyes began to flutter open, and they gave a few hard blinks to open them more. By then, Tim had wrapped his arms around their middle, holding them tight to him as he stilled himself, balls deep inside them. Looking over their shoulder, they met his gaze, and their eyes might as well have been stars with the way they lit up the darkness of the room.

"Tim!" They exclaimed, quickly turning over, his dick slipping from them as they threw themself on top of him, giggling at the grunt he let out. They wrapped their arms around his neck, holding him tight as they rambled to him about how happy they were that he was home safe, and how much they had missed him. He had tried to be subtle about reentering them, but for someone who was able to stalk and attack people successfully, he wasn't very good at being casual while lining his dick back up. They caught on and were happy to sink down on top of him, settling in while getting used to the feeling of being so full again. He wrapped his arms around them again, and held them close, enjoying every moment of whispering back and forth with them until they both had drifted off to sleep, with a final, soft, mumbled declaration of love from both of them.

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[that-one-creepy-hoe]

Could you write some angst to comfort hcs for Masky and Proxy! Reader? Like reader being completely down from a mission and Masky tries to cheer them up? If not, totally fine!!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff at the end, untapped feelings, Masky being emotionally vulnerable for once in his life, GN reader

Parings: Proxy!Reader x Masky

summary: You come back from a rough mission but Masky is there to pick up the pieces

Masky gets it.

Like really fucking gets it

He knows what it is like to fail in every aspect of your old life and fail in this one.

So when he sees you after you come back from a particularly bad mission. He sees you in Jack's infirmary bloody, bruised, battered, and broken. He immediately understands the look in your eyes.

The exhaustion, the shame, he gets it 

Once he sees you get stitched up, he helps you carefully walk back to your room

Taking slow steps while he supports you with one hand over his shoulder so you can keep up

Stopping when it gets too difficult for you to continue, neither of you speaking a word

He gets it. He Knows. He knows the aches and pains that come with the job and if it were anyone else he would say, “That’s Just how it is,” but it's you and he can’t help but feel remorse. 

He knows no words can fix the ache that comes home with you from a mission and follows you to the next one

So he wastes no words and instead chooses to physically comfort you the way he would want

He helps you ease into bed, after helping you shed any dirty clothing.

He sits on the bed, you laid next to him. He looks down at you, wordlessly checking over you to see if you need anything.

When you look up at him with a small smile and contentment he pulls the covers back and joins you.

As he lays you down next to you, he pulls your back close to his front, cuddling up around you. 

And soon, you fall asleep in comfortable silence.

#creepypasta #tim wright #marble hornets #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #mh tim wright #tim x reader #tim wright marble hornets #tim wright x you #masky x reader #masky marble hornets

[littlespace-imagines]

hi!!!! i was wondering if you could write The Proxies (Toby, Masky and Hoodie) x little! Reader? if you only write for 2 characters at a time, then toby and hoodie are ok!!!! i dont rlly have a specific request for them, so i dont mind you doing whatever!! as long as its soft <3 maybe reader is stressed and is fighting littlespace, but they help them slip? tysm!!! i love your blog, its hard finding ppl who write softly for the characters you do

Characters: Cg!Toby, Cg!Masky, and Cg!Hoodie (separate)

Contains: fluff, Cg/l dynamics, Littlespace, cursing

**Ageregression and LittleSpace are never sexualized are this blog**

Toby

“Fuck! Shit! Ughhhhhhh!” You scream and practically throw your laptop, the research for your research paper was just not going good at all. You were pissed, stressed, and just all around grumpy.

“Babe, Woah, what’s u-up?” Toby asks you as he sits next to you on the couch, you bury your face in your hands and rub your temples,

“I’m just so fucking stressed, this paper sucks, it’s so hard.” You mumble as Toby pulls you onto him, your head resting on his chest, you feel his occasional twitch which is oddly comforting now.

“Sounds like someone needs some time to regress.” he says and you roll your eyes and hake your head,

“No, I don’t have ti-“ he cuts you off “Nope, we’re not doing that, you’re taking time for yourself, come on, let’s watch a Disney movie.” He says standing up and pulling you off the couch and towards your shared bedroom, you smile and give in allowing him to carry you.

Masky

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief,

“You’re going on another mission? You just got back!” You huffed, Tim looked away from you and just nodded,

“Yeah, (yourname), that’s kinda my job, you know this.” He replies sarcastically and you roll your eyes, he was in one of his moods again,

“Oh well I’m fucking sorry I want to spend time with my daddy for once.” You scoff and walk out of the room, leaving Tim to pack or so you thought, he quickly comes out of the room and lightly grabs you by your arm.

“Is that it? Are you being a brat because you’re having trouble being little?” He asks, his voice soft, and you nod. You feel relief flood over you as you realize you’ve finally said what you’ve been holding in this whole time, tears prick your eyes as Tim pulls you in close.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You nod and let yourself be held.

Hoodie

“Baby! It’s the weekend! Do you know what that means?” Brian asks as he walks through the door, you turn and smile at your partner,

“Hmmm, it means I get you all to myself?” You ask teasingly

“Well, close, but it’s a bit better than that.” He says as he walks over and hugs you tightly

“Ooo then what?” You ask, giving him a soft kiss, he chuckles and hands the bag he had been holding out to you, you take it with a grin on your face and open it, you pull the contents out with a gasp.

“These are for me?” You ask and he nods,

You look down at the onesie and new pacifier sitting before you and let out a small squeal, you throw your arms around him in a tight hug.

“I’m glad you like them, I haven’t been able to put you into Littlespace lately, I’ve been so busy, but now I can.” He says giving you a soft kiss to the forehead,

You pick up the items and quickly go to change excitedly.

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[maxacre13]

Tim wright with this scenerio thingey

I would appreciate either role tbh and i might draw one of him mowing the lawn bc both are phenomenal!!

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