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Hi! I know this is kinda random, but I find it really cool that you actually write for Cody. He's one of my favorite creeps, but he isn't very well known lol.

I'm glad you say that! Cody is shamelessly one of my favorites, and funnily enough, he used to not be - I barely knew he existed, aha. But now his character has grown on me soooo much and I couldn't imagine not writing for him ^^

Hello, guys! 

I just wanted to let you know that I’m back indefinitely and that I will be working on answering the requests in my inbox, but that may take a little while (cause holy hell there’s a lot lmao), but yeah! Just wanted to give y’all a heads-up - I’m not ignoring what anyone sent me, I promise! Unless it directly violates my rules, I am fully intending on getting to all of them! <3

hey if you don't mind could I get a Creepypasta matchup?

I'm Transmasc

I'm bisexual

I often wear a hoodie and jeans.

I am in INFP and Cancer (Zodiac)

I really like drawing but I'm bad at it.

I'm 5'3.

I'm really shy, but if I am comfortable with you I can be loud and chaotic.

I'm really kind and love helping people!

I love jokes and tell them a lot

I laugh easily I like animals and being around them (including bugs!)

I also like reading from time to time.

I get cold easily.

I like watching Spongebob and Regular Show.

I have anxiety and social anxiety.

I have PTSD

I like to play games I prefer Animal Crossing, Pokemon or Rhythm games.

I really like Punk Pop, Pop or Rock music.

My favorite musical artists are, Mitski, Jack Stauber, Twenty-one Pilots, Hollywood Undead, Cavetown and Green Day

I listen to Lofi music to calm down

Also, can I be called Frost Anon?

You sure can, Frost Anon :D

I match you with...

Jeff!

Jeff, at first, wasn't very interested in you. You were cute and all, but that kinda attitude never really drew him in.

That was until he came back from a mission one day with an injured arm, and since Jack wasn't there to assist him, he had to try to doctor and wrap it himself. You noticed his obvious struggling and stepped over to offer your help, and a little startled, he allowed you to take the reigns.

He couldn't figure out why you would go out of your way to do this for him, when you probably had plenty of other - more important - things to tend to. When you were finished, he blinked down at you, muttered a hesitant, "uhh...thanks", and you gave a meek grin in response.

He kind of started seeing you differently after that event, and he couldn't quite decipher why.

All he knew was that suddenly, he noticed your presence whenever you walked into the room, he'd listen to what you were saying at all times, and he even began to snort at the little jokes you told, even if some of them were cheesy. He did this quietly, of course, but you didn't fail to note it.

And one day, he saw you giving his good boy Smile the affection he deserves, and his heart melted. That was when he realized that he definitely might have had a teensy eensy crush on you.

This 'crush' only evolved as time progressed, and he decided maybe it would be worth his time to get to know you, so that's exactly what he did.

A bit abrasively, sure, but what more can you expect from Jeff?

The moment you first giggled at a snarky, off-handed comment he made about one of the other residents was the moment he felt a new kind of accomplishment.

He adored how you sounded when you laughed - especially because of him - so he made a viable effort to get that reaction out of you whenever he had a chance. It made his pride swell every time he succeeded.

He didn't bother using small talk to get closer to you, nor did he use typical flirting tactics - he simply acted like himself (perhaps dialed back a bit so you wouldn't be overwhelmed), as Jeff is capable of being no other way. Thankfully, this worked in his favor.

Liu convinced him that you were receptive to his, uh...advances? And told him to just go for it, as the worst thing that could happen was rejection.

He begrudgingly took his advice and sorta just blurted out a confession while the two of you were in the middle of watching TV.

"Yeah, uh, by the way, I like you a lot I think."

It was a bit startling but you were flattered nonetheless.

As a boyfriend, Jeff is surprisingly mature. He isn't needy or possessive, and he rarely gets jealous to a concerning extent, unless you just intentionally throw yourself at another attractive individual.

It's often overshadowed by his tendency to be brash and easily annoyed, but when his walls are down, he can be rather sweet, and you and his brother are really the only ones that have access to this hidden side of him.

When a chill sweeps your body, he will not hesitate to wrap you in a blanket burrito and then proceed to take a picture of you, where he'll then make it his screen saver. And he'll swaddle you tightly too - like, you have to fight to escape the blanket's grasp, and he'll either sit there and watch in amusement or leave you alone to your own devices.

Honestly, he was a very big Spongebob fan when he was a kid, so he will eagerly flop down onto the couch next to you when it turns on, singing along to the intro in the dumbest pirate voice he can muster.

Despite his normally light-spirited personality, he can get serious when the moment calls for it. When you get anxious, have a panic attack, get flashbacks, or have a nightmare, he is there to help in whatever way he possibly can.

He's not an expert by any means at comforting people, but he will do his absolute best to talk you down, keep his tone soft, reassure you that everything's okay, and offer physical contact when it's needed. He doesn't like seeing you genuinely upset, over anything, so puts an extra amount of effort into making sure you're alright.

He was never really into video games, but you got him hooked on Animal Crossing, and now he can legit spend hours playing it at a single time.

Like you try to drag him away and he's just like, "yeah yeah, in a minute" and will be there for another three hours if you let him.

It isn't his fault the game's so freaking addictive!

If you ever happen to fall asleep with him, beware. This man is a snorer.

He claims he isn't, of course, but that doesn't magically make it true.

I also hope you like being scared outta your wits from time to time because Jeff will certainly deliver on that.

YES.

How to Write Dialogue for (most) Dream SMP Characters

A few months ago, I remembered seeing a lot of posts giving advice on how to write dialogue for DSMP Characters. And while those posts contained numerous helpful pointers, overall, they fall just short of capturing what it means to write in a character’s Voice.

Unique character Voices, while tricky to get right, are usually achieved by giving each character a distinct set of words to say, in a manner that distinguishes them from the rest of the cast. 

With this in mind, I’ve spent the past few days combing through almost Thirty Hours of VOD footage to collect nearly all of the unique words, phrases, and speaking habits of every major and minor character on the Dream SMP (involved in 2+ story arcs.)

Before Reading:

Sentence-Starters are single words or phrases which begin a sentence. (ie. “Y’know, maybe you should try something different.”) 

Sentence Paddings are reoccurring words added to the middle of sentences. (ie. “It’s like he just can’t cry.”) 

Sentence Endings are single words or phrases which end a sentence. (ie. “There’s no need to fight, I hope.”)

All three of these types can be combined with one another to create more natural-sounding sentences. For instance, if a character has the two Sentence-Starters “Okay” and “So,” they can be used like this; “Okay, so, I’m a bit worried.”

(Note: When certain traits or phrases aren’t obvious with how they should be applied to dialogue, an (ie.) will be added below to illustrate them.)

Wilbur

General Traits:

Repeats himself for emphasis. Sometimes these repetitions will add additional information. More often, this repetition is focused around a specific word with the circumstance of the sentence being changed each time.

ie. “I’m living in an eternal limbo again. I’ve been through limbo, I’m out of limbo, and socially, I’m still in this limbo.”

Highly eloquent in language, bordering on poetic.

Highly introspective; significantly less so after Eret’s betrayal and onward.

Occasionally makes literary analogies and references, sometimes breaking the Fourth Wall to do so.

Curses semi-frequently. Wilbur is the only known character to use the word “cunt,” although rare.

Common Go-To Swears - Fuck, Shit, Prick, Bastard, Hell, Ass (Including all variations and combinations.)

Tends to hum when he thinks to himself.

Stutters most often when offended, shocked, or surprised.

Generally addresses characters semi-formally, often by title or role.

Often slips into long-form monologues when self-reflecting.

Usually defaults to being the head of a conversation; introducing, managing, and elaborating on topics throughout, especially when speaking to three or more people.

Circumstantial Phrases:

You and I, we’re ━ (To connect positively with someone.)

ie. “You and I, we’re used to seeing the good in people.”

I wanna pick your brain / Can I pick your brain? (To ask about someone else.)

Don’t say that, I’ll cry (Affectionate banter, only to Tommy.)

I’m afraid ━ (When hopeless or delivering bad news.)

ie. “I’m afraid there’s no getting out of this now.”

There’s no reason to ━ / There’s no reason for ━ / There’s no need for ━  (When being threatened or breaking up a fight.)

ie. “There’s no need for violence, gentlemen.”

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That was too cute omg ☠☠

Blurb on Derek giving spencer “advice” on

How to swoon reader but when he desperately tries to flirt with reader by acting like Derek the reader is all like “you know you can be yourself right?” This is just so cute and funny to me 😍

Love love love

“I just really want her to like me.” Spencer whines, trying not to look at you from across the bar. It’s basically impossible when you’re so enticing. He can’t help his eyes drifting over to you.

“You have to be smooth then, charm her.” Morgan instructs him. “Flirt with her, play some cat and mouse, touch her a little. You have to make her want you, and before you know it, you’ll have a girlfriend.”

Spencer shakes his head firmly. “I can’t.” Even with two drinks in him, when he’s bolder than usual, there’s no way he can flirt with you. “Seriously. She’ll just think I’m an idiot.”

“No, she won’t, kid,” Morgan reassures him. “I’ll give you some pointers if you want.”

Spencer’s first instinct is to shut him down. He’s never going to be able to get with you so why not try with one of Morgan’s routines. But the longer he thinks about his friend's flirting, the more clear the answer becomes. “Okay.” He agrees. If Morgan’s gotten countless girls to go home with him, something he does must work. “But I’m not baby-girling her.”

“Good. Garcia wouldn’t be happy with you.” Morgan reminds him. “What you need to do is go over there.” He points to the bar where you’re sitting with the girls. “Stand behind her with your arm on one side of her so when you talk, it’s in her ear. Ask her if she wants a drink. Then sit next to her, tap your knees against hers, compliment her and let the conversation go from there. Easy.”

It doesn’t sound easy. “Is that really going to work?” Spencer asks, not wanting to be set up.

Morgan hands him the rest of his beer. “If you drink this, ditch the cardigan, roll up your sleeves, gain some confidence, make eye contact and stop thinking so hard. Also, lower your voice.”

Spencer unhappily gulps down the rest of the beer, grimacing at the taste. He much prefers cocktails with enough sugar in them to make a normal person sick.

Morgan slaps him on the back as he gets up. “Go get the girl, lover boy.”

He’s nervous as he walks over. Although he’s permanently nervous around you. Following Morgan’s instructions, he places her hand on the bar to your right side and hovers behind you.

You don’t expect such a bold move to come from Spencer Reid, but you recognize those forearms and that cologne. “Spencer.” You hum, looking up at him. To your left, JJ and Penelope are watching eagerly.

“Want a drink?” He offers, already flagging down a bartender. His voice does make a noticeable shiver run down your spine.

You order another of what you were drinking and Spencer, much to your surprise, orders a scotch. It’s his own improv move, figuring Morgan doesn’t go around sipping cocktails.

He slides into the seat beside you while your drinks get made, and he spins the chair around so you’re facing him. That was smooth.

He taps his knee against yours, hoping you realize it’s more than just because he’s tall. “Green really is your color.” He says, looking at your olive-colored blouse.

“Thanks.” You reply, slightly suspicious. You hadn’t even realized Spencer noticed things about girls until now.

“It might be my new favorite color now.” He continues, cringing at every word. “Or maybe your eye color.”

You laugh, and he tenses, worried about how you're reacting. "Tell me more." You prompt.

"I'd love to." He agrees. "At mine or yours?"

"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" You ask, leaning closer and grinning.

He frowns at you. "What do you mean? Obviously, I'm not, we work together against serial killers."

"Really? Because I thought maybe you were one of those frat boys." You nod to a group of backward-cap-wearing, colored-shorts kids. "Who definitely have fake IDs."

"What?" He asks again, confused.

You touch his knee lightly with your hand. "Spencer, you know you can be yourself around me, right? I like you, not some really odd persona."

He's blushing, more from your confession than embarrassment. "You like me?" He squeaks.

"I do." You assure him. "Real you, though. Can I have him back?"

"Yes." He nods quickly. "You can."

Potential Alternative Careers

Brian: Nature documentary producer / Elementary teacher / Marine biologist

Tim: Writer / Psychologist / Guitarist

Jeff: Veterinarian / Combat trainer / Hockey player

Liu: Pianist / Ornithologist / Wedding planner

Helen: Painter / Basket weaver / Cake decorator

Jack: Astrologer / Pediatric oncologist / School counselor

Kagekao: Illusionist / Photographer / Gymnast

Ben: Animator / Professional gamer / Dog groomer

Cody: Singer / Graphic designer / Nurse

Jonathan: Sports commentator / Actor / Dentist

Jane: Fashion designer / Nanny / Chef

Jason: Toy maker / Model / Hair stylist

Zero: Park ranger / Police officer / Forensic pathologist

Natalie: Stand-up comedian / Paleontologist / Safari guide

Toby: CPS worker / Astronaut / Firefighter

Sally: Ice skater / Baker / Newscaster

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about The creepypastas with a type 1 diabetic S/O, and they find out because their S/O had to give themselves some insulin to lower their blood sugar? Thank you, have a good day or night!

You did not specify which Creepypastas you wanted, so I chose three at random. Hope that's okay :)

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Helen

Kinda confused at first honestly. Wasn't sure what to think, since he'd never been around anyone with that sort of problem and he was pretty much clueless about diabetes.

All he knew was that the needle looked like it hurt. He had to turn his head; it made him borderline nauseous.

"Y/n? Are you, uhh…alright?"

You explained what you were doing to him and why exactly you had to do it, and he listened intently, making a mental note to do more research on the topic later.

Now he tries to remain aware of how you're doing at all times, and if he thinks your blood sugar is getting too high, he'll get you to a less chaotic place and sit you down, but you're gonna have to be the one to give the insulin. He ain't touching that needle.

Cody

Immediately eager to help.

"What can I do? Do you need something to drink? You look tired, we can go nap together if you want."

He'll even offer to inject it for you, if you feel too drained. He's more experienced with this subject than most people; one of his foster moms had diabetes, and from the few months he lived with her, there were plenty of moments he needed to assist her with something, and she made sure to be thorough in quelling his curiosity when he asked questions.

He wishes you would have told him sooner, so he could have prepared the things you need in his room, in case you had a spell when you were in there with him.

He also ensures you have a bottle of insulin on you at all times, especially if you're about to leave the house. He can't have you going anywhere and not be ready in case something happens.

Ben

"Woah, that explains a lot."

He pretty much just watches with growing interest, tilting his head and sitting down beside you.

Then he'll get the 'puppy-dog' eyes and poke his lips out. "Why didn't you tell me? I may be immature but that doesn't mean I can't comprehend the basic idea of chronic illness."

Basically you have to reassure him that his claims were not the reason that the topic never came up, although it takes some insistence on your end before he fully believes you.

Once he's alone, he starts reading about diabetes, so he doesn't have to assume things or talk your ear off with endless inquiries. Definitely expect to be coddled a bit more than usual though.

Hello! I would like a matchup if you have the time!

First of, I am 5'7, ISFP, a pisces, my favorite color is red, I am curvy and I have shoulder length, red dyed hair. I have grey-blue eyes, wear glasses because I'm pretty much blind without them. My makeup and clothes take a lot of inspiration from alternative subcultures like goth and grunge.

As far as my personality is concerned, I try to be as generous, helpful and friendly as I can. I do my best to involve everyone in a conversation or activity and I yearn for close connections and bonds. I am very reactive, though. I cry and scream and get angry but always apologize if and when I hurt someone. Something less known about me is my lack of empathy. It's not that I don't care about people in my life, I just have a hard time feeling for them in even the worst of situations. I also don't really have any sensibility about death; I'm just not that affected. My love languages are physichal touch, acts of service and gift giving/receiving. I am a bit of a masochist and I don’t mind getting hurt, either through my own reckless actions or love bites from my partner. I need my partner to be able to express their affection, feelings and thoughts; I need someone assertive but still caring in their own way.

I have a bit of a bad memory and I tend to forget most events. Usually I just nod along to whatever story my friends are telling because if it sounds like something I would do, I probably did it and just don't remember.

I enjoy swimming and summer, painting, writing, theatre and music. I paint a lot of abstract things and I try to express exactly what feelings inspired that specific piece. I usually write poetry if I'm in the mood but I lean more towards painting. Aside from that, I've been told I would make a good actor. I like listening to a lot of metal music, pop punk, darkwave (some of my favorite bands are System Of a Down, Nice ice kills, Skillet, Vandal Moon, Children on Stun and don't tell anyone but I have a soft spot for Alec Benjamin)

Some of my favorite things are my spiked bracelet, my dark red nail polish and parties. I would say I'm an ambivert. I love spending time with others, although I also like to enjoy my personal space often. I like amusement parks, water parks, the forest, the beach, I find fun in most places.

Finally, I absolutely love horror. Horror manga like Junji Ito, horror movies or stories; they are all my favorites. My favorite book and movies are Frankenstein and Scream 1996 and Hush 2016. Manga and books don't scare me a lot but movies are what I enjoy most, even though I'm scared to watch them alone. My ideal date would be a horror movie marathon with lots of scares so I can hold on to my partner and cuddle. On the topic of horror, I have a pretty embarassing but totally reasonable fear of zombies. I have nightmares often and I swear my fear came from plants vs zombies.

I didn't mean for this to get so long ^^ Have a good one!

I match you with...

Brian!

The first thing Brian observed about you was your appearance - he thought you looked very cute, besides he is shamelessly attracted to those that wear glasses so that gave you some bonus points for sure.

The moment he really started to notice you, however, was when you went with him on a mission, and he realized how capable you were if given the right assignment. The two of you worked well together, and he didn't have a problem at all with teaming up again sometime in the future.

He'd see you wandering around the manor, doing your own thing, headphones over your ears, completely content with the situation, and discreetly admire you from a distance - he wouldn't have admitted that to anyone, though.

You seemed to be very in touch with your emotions, judging by how expressive you were with them when communicating with any of the other residents, and he could tell that you wouldn't hold back if something ever angered or upset you. Therefore, he made a mental note never to cross you if it was unnecessary.

Over time, his feelings blossomed and became something more than a fleeting crush. Everything about you reeled him in, even though he didn't know that much about you. So, he decided to change that.

It started with a passing conversation here and there; he'd inquire about your day or comment on something random, and that would spark further interaction. The more you talked, the more that little flame in his chest grew. He looked forward to seeing you each day, even if just for a couple of minutes. He hadn't felt this lively since he was in college, and it showed through in his voice and actions. His apathetic demeanor was slowly melting away, and you were to thank for that.

When the two of you first got together, he was a little hesitant and unsure; after all, he hadn’t dated anyone since he was in college. But with your lovable and affectionate demeanor, his doubts were quick to fade.

Brian personally is not a huge fan of horror, but whenever he’s free and you want to watch something, he’s down to do it with you. It’s quality time together, and he wouldn’t miss that for the world.

Plus, he finds it quite amusing when you get frightened and end up essentially using him as your own personal body pillow.

If it’s an open partner that you want, it’s an open partner that you’ll get; contrary to popular belief, Brian is very connected with his feelings, emotions, thoughts, etc, even though he doesn’t like expressing that in his day-to-day life with everybody else.

If he has a problem, with your relationship or otherwise, he will be very honest with you about it, as well as admitting when he was wrong. He’s a mature guy and definitely would not date anyone that isn’t willing to face trouble head-on or own up to their mistakes. He doesn’t like to dwell on past problems either, so as long as you make it clear you’re sorry for whatever it was you did, and will do better in the future, he’ll forgive you.

If you ever have a nightmare, feel free to call him up in the middle of the night. He’s used to being woken up from slumber anyway, being one of Slenderman’s most trusted puppets, so if he has to talk to someone this late, he wants it to be you.

He too enjoys writing poetry, and even though he doesn’t consider himself an expert by any means, it’s one way he’s able to release his stress and negativity. Believe it or not; being forced to hurt people doesn’t do much to help his mental state.

He would rather not go full-on PDA if it can be helped; it isn’t that he doesn’t relish your touch, or finds you embarrassing to be around, it’s simply because if he lets the others in the house know he can be soft, they won’t take him seriously. And he can’t have that.

So if you start clinging to his arm when he’s in the middle of something, he’ll nudge you off and mutter that he loves you, but the cuddles will have to wait.

Obviously he’ll make it up to you when you have some alone time together.

If you ever get emotional, for whatever reason, don’t worry about receiving judgement - he understands that everyone deals with things in their own ways. Especially if you’re in the middle of a disagreement, and he sees you’re beginning to get upset, he will shelf his own agenda and make sure you calm down before either of you continue.

He isn’t a huge fan of most of the music you listen to (he’s more of a classic rock guy) but he can vibe with some of the songs.

He occasionally likes to tease you about how scared you are of zombies, but if you seem like you aren’t receptive, he won’t take it any farther. He doesn’t want to be mean and make you feel bad.  

He loves the color of your eyes and he compliments how pretty they are all the time. One of his favorite things to do is stare into them; he says it’s like getting lost in a stormy ocean. 

[Zero]: Ya know, it’s the funniest thing. I feel like you’ve gotten...smarter.

[Cody]: Yeah, cause I stopped listening to you.

As someone who literally just ended her period like three days ago while on vacation (and also stained some pajama pants), this made me feel so so so so so happy. Will is amazing. And now I want dark chocolate.

Official Boyfriend Duty.

pairing: wilbur soot / afab reader (female pronouns)

summary: on the first morning in your week-long stay with your long-distance boyfriend, you realize you forgot to pack a necessity...

author's note: my period surprised me yesterday after being two weeks late and im in more pain that ever before. wish I had a soft caring bf to dote on me

warnings: the entire thing is about reader having her period, so mentions of blood, bleeding through clothes, cramping, pain meds, and being in a delicate emotional state (literally just describing my own periods lol).

word count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

Holy fucking shit. 

This was supposed to be a good trip. You were supposed to get off the plane and fall into your long-distance boyfriend’s arms and get back to his flat and cuddle him for the first time in months. You were supposed to be in his arms right now, snuggling together for warmth, tangled in the cozy comforters and watching the early morning sun rise outside his bedroom window, lighting up the tiny space he called home and sharing a tender moment together. Instead, you were hiding in his bathroom harboring the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life, pajamas ruined with bloodstains, and scrambling through your suitcase and his bathroom drawers praying you’d find any type of feminine product. Anything. As if a grown man who lives alone would keep pads or tampons on him. 

You’d think, after over ten years of monthly periods, you’d have it under control by now. You’d think that when leaving for a week-long trip you would remember to pack those things, just in case. But, somehow, in the excitement of getting to spend time with your boyfriend, you’d completely forgotten about the impending doom that was your period, leaving you stranded in a foreign country with nothing you needed. 

Holy shit this hurts so bad. Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, what if it got in his bed? How fucking embarrassing would that be? He probably thinks you’re so gross, God, what a way to start this week-

“Sweetheart? You in there?” 

Your mental rambling and growing anxiety was interrupted by a gentle knock at the bathroom door and the familiar, sleepy morning voice of your favorite person. “Uh, yeah.”

“You okay?”

“F-fine.” Hearing his gentle voice through the door did calm you down a bit, but you were still embarrassed to admit to him what had happened. To admit you were curled on his bathroom floor with blood in your pajamas, looking like a middle schooler who’d just gotten her first period rather than a grown adult. “Rrrgh.” A small groan escaped your mouth- a whimper, almost- and though you thought it was barely audible, your attentive boyfriend seemed to notice immediately. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s happened?” His voice dropped to that caring, soft hum that always made you weak in the knees and let you know that he cared about you more than anything else in the world. “Can you please let me in?” 

You finally dragged yourself to your feet, telling yourself over and over again that this is Wil, he would never judge you, he loves you, he understands, he wouldn’t be grossed out. But still, there was an embarrassment, a shame, even, eating away at the back of your head. You unlocked the door and cracked it open slightly, looking up as the bathroom light fit Wil’s sleepy face. His eyes were still half-lidded, his hair a mess from his pillow, and he was wearing sweats and a cozy sweater to combat the morning chills in your absence next to him in bed. His lips turned up in a smile when he saw you, and he opened his arms for a hug. You slipped out the door to fall against his chest and wrap your arms around him as he did the same to you, burying his nose in the top of your head and pressing kisses against your hair. As much as you were in pain right now, it helped a little bit to hold the person you love the most. But, he squeezed your waist a little too tight, and you let out a pained whimper at the pressure on your abdomen. 

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up with a hesitant, sheepish half-smile. “It's… embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge.” He said, with a hundred percent earnesty. 

“I know…” you took his hand through the sleeve of his sweater and played with his fingers. “I’m uh. I just started my period. Like overnight. And I don’t have anything I need.” 

“Ohhh.” His face softened into a soft, encouraging smile, and his arms wrapped around you once more, gentler. He peppered kisses slowly against your face. Though you hadn’t been with him in person over your period yet, he’d heard you complain about how bad yours was and had certainly comforted you- albeit, over a discord call- months before this. Now that he was finally here for you during it, he was going to take the chance to prove to you he could be the sweetest boyfriend in the world and carry out all of the Official Boyfriend Duties you had joked about before. “Oh, lovely, that sucks. You don’t have anything?” 

“I- I was excited at the thought of coming to visit you, I completely forgot to check my calendar to see. I didn’t pack anything at all. I’m using toilet paper right now, and I have clean underwear, obviously, but… I really need something better. And I… I bl……” You trailed off, your words barely a mumble.

“What’s that?” 

“I bled… I bled through my pajamas.” 

“Oh, I can help with that.” With that, he took a step back into his room and shuffled around in some drawers for a moment, before handing you a stack of clothes- large, fluffy, Wilbur-smelling clothes. “You can wear this.” 

“Really?” You held the pile, instinctively lifting it and taking in the scent of Wilbur’s laundry detergent, the cologne and body wash that seemed to hang onto the fabric and make it uniquely his own scent. It always comforted you. “What if I accidentally get blood on it?” 

“I’ll wash it. I’m not afraid of a little blood, sweetheart.” He pressed another kiss to your temple and ran a thumb down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Right, clean up a bit if you’d feel better and get changed into that and come out when you’re ready, I’ll make your favorite warm drink and have a spot in bed ready for you. After you let me hold you a bit and wake up some more, I’ll run to the shops, yeah? I’ll get you everything you need, alright?” 

“You’d really go buy stuff for me?”

“Of course, darling. Official Boyfriend Duties, remember?” You laughed at the words and nudged your face back into his hand that still cupped your cheek.

“I love you, Wil.” 

“I love you, (Y/N). Now, shoo!”

When you stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Wil had to stop in his tracks to look at you. You were wearing his black sweatpants, rolled up at the legs and much too big for you, and his big sweater, also much too big and absolutely drowning you in maroon cotton.  Seeing you in his clothes always made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, seeing how small and adorable you were compared to him.

He had the pillows and blankets piled into a cozy little nest for you, a steaming warm cup of your favorite drink by the bedside table, and his arms open for you. And you happily left the bathroom- and your ruined shorts on the floor- and fell into his arms. 

“Hey, there.” He pressed kisses against the top of your head. “Feel a little better?” 

“Still hurt a lot.””

“Here, this should help, right?” He handed you a bottle of ibuprofen. “If you need something else, just text me and I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy, alright?” He helped you get cozy in bed, getting your laptop adjusted on your bedside table and turning on your favorite show, making sure you had everything you needed and that your phone was right next to you in case you had to call him. “Okay, I’m just going to run to the shop down the street, alright? Give me ten minutes, then I’ll be back to cuddle you.” He kissed you again, hesitant to leave you, but finally went at your goodbye, waving as he stepped out the door. Not even a minute later, your phone lit up with a text from him. 

‘Only ten minutes, I promise!’

You snuggled into bed, closed your eyes, waiting for the pain meds to kick in and your boyfriend to get back home, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him. You felt so loved and warm in his oversized clothes, surrounded and comforted by his scent, and felt yourself drifting into fuzzy thoughts. Somewhere in your drifting in and out of sleep, though, your phone vibrated in the bed next to you, and the adorable profile picture of your boyfriend popped up. 

“Hi, Wil.” 

“Heyyy, sweetheart. I’m in the shop now, what kind of products do you need? I honestly didn’t realize how different all these types are. There are… numbers? Sizes? I uh, I’m honestly a little lost. And I asked someone for advice but she said it all depends on preference, really.”

You giggled at the thought of your giant boyfriend standing in the feminine hygiene aisle and shuffling side to side and asking a stranger for help. You told him the brand and size that you preferred. “You can just get the cheapest pack, I’m only here for a week.” 

“No, no, I’m going to stock up for every time you come to visit. I want my place to feel like home to you, too, okay?” You smiled, your heart warm and fluttering. “I’m just going to grab a few of your favorite snacks, okay? Then I’ll be home.” 

“Can you grab something that’s dark chocolate?”

“Of course, darling.” 

“Thank you.”

You heard him shuffling around on the other side of the phone, something about the ambiance of the store and the being able to hear him even though he was ten minutes away as if you were there with him was making you comfortable and sleepy, and you started drifting off while on the phone. You heard Wil hum a tune to himself over the phone as he walked through the store, and before you even realized it, your eyes had slipped shut and you were falling asleep with the phone cradled against your ear. 

Your eyes only opened again when you heard the front door open and close. You heard footsteps in the apartment and the same gentle humming tune that you’d fallen asleep to, and then you saw Wilbur step into the room, in his warm sweater and sweatpants, with multiple reusable grocery bags on his arms. He smiled at you, setting the bags on the ground and kneeling by the bed to give you a kiss. 

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?” 

“The pills helped, and I got some sleep.” 

“I heard.” He laughed, remembering how cute it was to hear her small snores over the phone while he was shopping, and the smile it brought to his face. “I brought your pads, want to go change now and we can cuddle?” 

Minutes later, you felt fresh again, having changed and eaten some candy and finished your hot drink, and ready to nap again in Wilbur’s arms. He was laying in bed on his phone, looking so cozy, one leg bent up into a triangle, knowing you loved to snuggle into his side like that and have one of his legs thrown across you. You liked to be absolutely smothered by him while cuddling, and he loved it. He looked up at you, tossing his phone aside and smiling, opening his arms to invite you in. You curled into him immediately, and he let out a pleased hum, the sound of a smile, tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Oh, my precious girl. Welcome back.”

You sniffled, overwhelmed with the amount of love you were feeling, before it was even bright out. “Thank you so much for being so sweet today, Wil.” 

“Awww, (Y/N), of course. It’s my duty as your boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry I ruined the day with this stupid period. You were probably planning to do something fun today, and now I’m all gross and bleeding...” 

“Hey, stop it. You didn’t ruin the day at all, and you’re not gross. And we can do those plans any time. There’s nothing I’d rather do than lay in bed with you all day, okay? We haven’t gotten to cuddle in months, so I’m certainly not going to complain if we’re bed-ridden today.” 

“But you didn’t have to go to the store.” 

“Yes, I did.” He argued lightheartedly, a glint of teasing in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to just let you be all sad, and uncomfortable this week, okay? I’m honored and so, so happy to be able to take care of you, really. And I needed to stock up, anyway, in case you’re here on your period again any time in the future. You're my partner, and I would do anything you need to ensure that you’re comfortable and feel as loved as humanly possible when you’re here. I love you.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but before you could apologize for being emotional, he kissed you cheeks and you could already hear his words in your head, telling you not to apologize, that emotions were good, and you never needed to apologize to him for expressing them, especially when you were in this much pain. “I love you too, Wil.” You snuggled into his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you, a deep sigh rumbling from his chest and his seedy heartbeat pounding right under your ear lulling you to sleep in his embrace. But before you drifted off, you heard one last sentence that made you smile.

“Get some rest, darling, wake me if you need me.”

Hello <3

I just wanted to say....I'm obsessed with this guy 👇

Yeah, this guy right here.....👆

May i have some HC of him and a s/o?

But the s/o dislikes physical contacts someone like me....

Don't worry, he's easy to become obsessed with 🤧

(This is super late and kinda short and I am terribly sorry—)

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Luckily for you, Jonathan isn't all that big on physical contact, either.

So you seldom have to worry about being attacked with hugs and kisses out of nowhere for literally no reason at all.

He won't even try to hold your hand if you're feeling particularly touchy.

The two of you manage to find a way around that though - you make up for whatever you don’t do with random gestures. These could range anywhere from winking flirtatiously, to blowing kisses (this one is a bit rarer), to flicking the other on the side of the head. I didn’t say all of these gestures were romantic ones.

Most people in the Manor don’t even know the two of you are dating because you’re so low-key about it; you act like chaotic idiots who simply enjoy the other’s company, and even the dialogue you share is casual. 

That’s just because you’re comfortable with one another, and you don’t have to act like a traditional couple in public to assure yourselves.

“Hey, have you guys considered going out? Your chemistry is really strong.”

You and Johnny met each other’s eyes and started snickering.

“We’ve been going out, moron.”

If one of you needs to be consoled without actually being touched (that’s good because he sucks at doing that anyway), you’ll find a way. One time you started crying and Johnny just stood there awkwardly for about a minute before announcing he’d be right back, then he returned shortly after with some food. You spent that night watching movies of your choice as he was right by your side.

Never underestimate the power of being in the same room together and what it can do to lift your spirits.

If anyone ever crosses your boundaries and Johnny’s around to see it, expect him to violently shove them to the side and send them a threatening glare.

You’ve tried standing up for him in that regard as well, but he’s so big and intimidating he can pretty much do it himself.

But it’s the thought that counts!

Your relationship definitely still works, even though neither of you love on each other 24/7. Your bond is all you need - the extra stuff is up to the mood.

hey! love your work its super cool. i was wondering if you could do a werewolf gn reader with toby, ej, or jane as how they would react to figureing out MC is a werewolf and how it would affect how they care for you???

(if not this is completely okay i just cant find anything like this) 🐺

This is certainly an interesting prompt!

I went ahead and did headcanons so I could add each character, instead of a scenario for a single one. Hope that’s okay :D

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Toby

Toby was mostly just kinda...”eh?” Like he knew there had to be an explanation for why you acted the way you did, and your behavior, and your strange habits. Why you’d disappear seemingly without a rhyme or reason every time there was a full moon.

He certainly didn’t expect you being a werewolf was the sole cause, but the more he contemplated it, the more it made sense.

He has been very desensitized to the supernatural and otherworldly creatures, thanks to his duty as a ‘proxy’ of Slenderman, so he wasn’t all that shocked - not by normal human standards, anyway.

He was quick to accept you and your ways and made an effort to learn as much about your kind as he could, and each time he had a question, he would ask you to make sure his facts lined up. Not so surprisingly, what society called a ‘werewolf’ was vastly different from what they actually were, and he was learning this more and more every day.

Overall, he still treats you the same, with the exception of ensuring he isn’t around the nights that you transform. He still views you as the same person he fell in love with, no fear or hesitation whatsoever.

Jane

Immediate gasp. “I knew it!!”

Jane is a very smart girl, so she had taken your actions and personality traits and started wondering if there was something more to you than she initially thought. When she did some research regarding cursed and legendary creatures, she was quick to figure it out, and outright questioned you about it one day.

You were straightforward with your answer and she got the proudest grin on her face.

Very curious about your diet, your abilities, etc, but doesn’t go overboard with her inquiries. She doesn’t brag about you being a werewolf to other people, either; it’s simply a detail that’s brought up on occasion in casual conversation.

She wishes there was a way to cuddle with you when you’re in your other form, because she thinks you’d be super comfortable and fluffy.

Jack

If there’s one person that would absolutely not judge you for something you can’t even control, it’s this guy.

Being an unwilling, organ-eating demon himself, he certainly understands the internal struggle you can go through, being half human and half a monster, and will be right by your side when you may feel a trace of guilt or otherwise about it.

 In fact, if anything, it further increases your bond, as the two of you can connect on a more personal level than anybody else could.

He doesn’t assume anything about your species, nor does he pry needlessly into your life. He doesn’t like talking about what he does, why would he expect you to be any different?

The two of you together make a supernatural power couple and whenever someone hits a nerve, the other is there to defend them.

Hello i have an idea . So how does masky red angel helen and hoodie react to a female reader who cooks great food? reader makes dishes that taste at home. the reader cooks home cooking. and these dishes make you feel comfortable like at home. it's like a mother cooked these dishes. I hope you know what I mean. have a nice day. I hope you do it

Hi! I don't write for Red Angel, as stated in my rules.

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Brian

This man is very passionate about cooking. He was raised partially by his grandmother, so he learned a lot of his skills from her - he definitely prides himself on making a good meal.

So when he finds out you can do it, too?? Yay!

Weekly cooking sessions together will be a must. This is one of his favorite hobbies, after all, and he's more than pleased to share it with you!

Every time he eats some of your food, he gets flashbacks of open windows, spring breezes, and creaky floorboards. His food may be great, but it doesn't quite have the same kind of nostalgic feel to it as yours does.

It doesn't seem to matter what you make, you will always get his praise. He loves your cooking, and that is made obvious by the way he is always ready and willing to eat it.

Masky

This one is a little more difficult to read...

If he smells food that he knows you're making - and trust me, he'll know - then there is always one definite reaction.

He'll subtly slink toward the kitchen and linger around that area, snapping at anyone that questions it, until the meal is declared finished.

Since he's often the first person you see when you're done, you will offer him the first plate, and begrudgingly he'll be like, "okay, fine, whatever. Don't expect me to like it or anything."

Of course, he'll like it, and he knows that, hence why he stalks around the kitchen like a hyena. If you watch closely enough, you can catch him coming back for seconds.

Helen

Helen is not someone that usually eats large, healthy, or tasty meals, so you were hard-pressed to get him to try this new recipe you were trying to perfect.

Once he caught a good whiff of its enticing scent, however, he complied, and you could literally see the moment his eyes lit up with a sparkle that said, "oh wow...this is good".

You are the only person - anywhere - whose food he will eat. It reminds him of a secure home with a nice family; something he never had.

What you make is a staple for his creativity and inspiration. It seems, each time you feed him, that he thinks of a new idea or is motivated to paint something new/finish a painting he had neglected.

He doesn't exactly show it, but he's super grateful to you for letting him be part of your life in this way, and that something so simple makes him feel so cared for.

Hi!i hope you are doing well.If you 'd like, could you write headcanons for laughing jack with a s/o?

Hello! I do not write for Laughing Jack - I stated this in my 'rules' - but you are welcome to request for another Creepypasta! The list of characters I will do is provided in the link below.

Rules

Wise decision.

Hoodie: Yesterday, I overheard Toby saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Jeff replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

heyoo pillow fight with tim hoodie ben red angel candy pop 😁🤪

And tag me please

I mean if you write it

Cheeeesseee🤡🤡🤡

@simligul

Heya, so I'm not sure if you looked at my rules or not, but I only write up to four Creeps with headcanons, and Red Angel is not on my list of characters, so I am doing this just with Candy, Brian, Tim, and Ben.

Also I'm assuming that you wanted separate headcanons for these characters, as there's no way I can imagine them all having a pillow fight at the same time with each other 😆

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Tim

This dude is ruthless, I mean absolutely ruthless.

You wouldn't think such a quiet, seemingly gentle guy would have it in him but life is full of surprises.

So if you hit him at all with a pillow, even lightly, I hope you're prepared to go down.

He will literally tackle you and make sure you can't go anywhere as he beats you over the head with this stuffed object, laughing at your pleas and shrieks for help.

You will not get the upper hand on him because he's so damn good at dodging. Any attempt you make will be met with ten times the force. He just can't help getting swept up in the moment, ya know? It feels good actually having fun for once.

Brian

Not nearly as bloodthirsty as the former, though he will still wreck your shit if you annoy him for long enough.

Just smack him in the shoulder with a pillow, go ahead. See what happens.

He may reciprocate, he may not. Just depends on his mood really. If you're lucky, he'll chuckle at your childish behavior and go about his business. He might even grab a pillow and playfully smack you back.

However, you catch him when he's feeling mischievous, uh oh. You're in trouble now.

If he gives a warning at all, it will be a plain and simple "don't do that again". Yeah. That's all you get, better take it and run.

Ben

As you can probably imagine, ghost boy is fond of playful activities like this. He craves a sense of normalcy, being dead and all.

So it's no shocker at all that he's usually the initiator; why would he stick to his job when he could be peeving you off instead?

More of a "take your shot and run for the hills" kind of attacker, so he'll be long gone before you can even get up to chase after him.

Even though he's an apparition, he can still feel most physical things, so he isn't off-limits. And he knows that.

If you manage to catch him, he's already giggling and throwing his hands in front of his face as a meek form of protection against your inevitable revenge.

Candy Pop

Okay okay, despite the violence that he may commit whenever Night Terrors shows his ugly little face, Candy is, at heart, a playful, fun-loving person who isn't afraid to have a good time.

Which is why he will greedily accept any challenge you toss his way. 

Since he's so big, it's admittedly difficult to get the jump on him, as he can just worm his way out of your hold with zero effort and do to you what you were trying to do to him.

He's nice though, so there are moments he'll let you think you're winning and accept his 'defeat', just so you feel good about yourself. He wouldn't want you to think you were a total failure, after all.

Over half of the time though he'll happily whack you until you're a huddled-up pile on the floor, crying, "You win! You win, I give up!"

Bro... My heart... 🥺🥺

You're all grown up now

Can you write about cody with a s/o who has really curly hair but they decide to straighten it?-🔮

Can you write about cody with a s/o who has really curly hair but they decide to straighten it?-🔮

I always love receiving asks from you, they're all so creative!

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Cody would be on the borderline of freaking out and congratulating you.

On one hand, he absolutely loved your hair just the way it was and wouldn't have ever changed it, ever.

But on the other, you look so good?? Like how are you effortlessly this beautiful, he just can't comprehend it.

Having straightened hair makes you look more mature in his eyes, and he is so attracted to that you wouldn't believe it.

If you decide you want to keep styling your hair this way, he probably won't complain, but your adorable curls are what he fell in love with and it wouldn't be nice to deprive him of that, would it?

In all seriousness, he will find you absolutely breathtaking, no matter what changes you make to yourself. Straight or not, he loves your hair, because you're the one wearing it! And that's really all he could ask for.

Hey, so, I have been reading your creepypasta headcannon s and I decided to follow you. Could you do some of the creeps meeting l laughing jack for the first time, like their re ctions, please? Also, could you include slender?? Just a req, but I really like your works. Even if you decide to not do mine, keep up the good work!! :)))

Thank you for the follow and sweet words 🥺 Idk if you know this or not, but I don't write for Laughing Jack anymore, and I haven't for a while.

Here's some headcanons that are similar to what you requested though~

Creepypasta characters meeting Slenderman for the first time

Jeff: Okay, Jeff was more weirded out than anything. He'd seen some scary shit before but nothing compared to this...this albino, impeccably-dressed spaghetti noodle. To this day, he can't walk into his office and look at his face (or lack thereof) without feeling his gut clench up.

Liu: All he could really do was stare in disbelief, trying to process the fact that he wasn't, in fact, dreaming. 

Sully: "What the actual fuck are you."

Ben: Just kinda blinked, looked constantly between Slenderman and the wall, mentally sizing him up and deciding how much health he'd have if he was a boss character.

Jack: Wasn't really fazed honestly. Heck, he's a demon himself, so what does he have to fear?

Zero: Her first thought was "holy shit that is awesome" then proceeded to ask multiple questions about his species that resulted in him giving her a headache from the amount of static he imbedded into her mind.

Jeff the killer, ticci Toby, masky and any other pastas of your choosing with an s/o with a fainting disorder. How would they react to s/o fainting infront of them for the first time??? Thx!

Ohhh I really like this idea actually!

Jeff:

Man will go completely still for like six seconds.

He just looks at your fallen form in disbelief, eyes wide, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that you just dropped like a duce with no warning whatsoever.

After he somewhat comprehends what just happened, he'll softly speak your name.

"...Y\n...?"

Poor dude doesn't know how to handle this.

Will definitely poke you to make sure you aren't faking.

Once he realizes you are actually unconscious, he'll shake your shoulders to try to wake you up, and if it goes on for too long he'll pick you up bridal-style and take you to Jack to get a professional opinion.

After you wake up and he has confirmation that you won't be dying anytime soon, he'll be salty.

"How could you do that??"

"Jeff—"

"No, don't talk to me. I'm sulking."

Toby:

Panic mode.

Absolute panic mode.

"Y/n? Did you just die??"

Will leap from his seat in an instant and go absolutely berserk as you lay motionless on the ground. He checks to make sure you're still breathing, and when he sees your chest rise and fall, he'll let out the loudest breath of relief.

Except now he has to find some way to wake you up. So, he calls the only one he knows might be prepared to handle something like this.

Yup, you guessed it: Jack.

Dude still doesn't know what's wrong with you, and his terror can be heard over the phone. "Y\n, unconscious, don't know what to do, get over here!"

"Calm down, Toby—"

"I AM CALM!"

When you actually open your eyes, he will pull you into the tightest hug, pleased beyond belief that you're okay.

"God, don't...don't do that to me again."

Masky:

Will catch you before he even knows what he's doing.

One moment, you're standing, perfectly fine, then the next you're not. He doesn't know what to think about that.

"Don't play games with me, dumbass," he'll warn oh-so-sweetly, arms looped beneath your back so you don't fall and bust your head.

When you're unresponsive, he'll lay you on the floor so he can get a better look at your features. You seem fine, you're not hurt, so what happened?

"Hey. Wake up."

He'll sit down beside you, not willing to admit this turn of events slightly concerns him, and waits for you to stir. After not too long, you do, and notice his position, then realize what happened. "Masky?"

"You better not make this a habit," he snaps, observing your puzzled expression. "I have more important things to do than stay here with you 'cause you're too fuckin' lazy to keep consciousness."

"If that's the case, why'd you stay?" You smirk, rubbing your head and rising. He'll huff, grab your arm, and hoist you up, careful not to let go until you've gained back your balance.

"Shut up."

Liu:

An instant 'oh shit' expression graces his face as he drives forward to snatch you up before you have a chance to hit the ground.

With one arm locked around your torso, he'll examine you, trying to find something that could have caused you to pass out so suddenly.

If you're near a couch or bed or anything else that could be used as a seat, he'll be lifting and taking you there so he won't risk you slipping from his hold.

He'll take his phone out of his pocket, trying to remain calm, and dial Jack's number while he brushes some hair out of your face.

Overall much more mature about the matter than the former three.

When Jack arrives and you wake up, Liu will stand to the side and watch somewhat nervously as you're tested to ensure you're coherent enough to move around.

He'll thank Jack for rushing over so quickly, and once he's gone, he'll take a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around you and allowing his breathing patterns to settle.

"Next time, tell me if you think you're about to faint. You scared the shit outta me."

if you haven't already, how would jason (the toy maker ) be with an s/o? :))

Sorry this took a while to get out :(

Jason the Toymaker with a s/o

So Jason is an intimidating one for sure.

He towers at a height of 6'5, and that paired with his downright frightening appearance is what makes most stay away from him.

He's the definition of 'creepy man hanging out at the playground and watching the children', except replace the 'children' with 'women' and the 'playground' with 'bedroom window' and you've got yourself a more accurate picture.

When he met you, he assumed you would keep your distance, like everyone else did. It would only be natural - he looked like bad news, after all. But you didn't.

He knew he was smitten with you when you met his eyes and smiled for the first time. You weren't like his usual targets, no. You were different.

So, as any normal human being would do, he started stalking you. You'd meet him around corners, outside, in whatever room you were in - heck, you even ran into him on a couple of missions. He'd claim it was a happy coincidence but your intuition knew better.

Eventually, you confronted him about this behavior (in a gentle way, of course), telling him his weird advances were making you uncomfortable. He got the message and backed off a bit.

Even though he intrigued you, you weren't about to get involved - romantically or otherwise - with someone who has no sense of self-control.

The way you were nice and pleasant when interacting with him only caused him to desire your affection more, and it wasn't long before he tapped on your shoulder and handed you a soft, fluffy stuffed animal on Valentine's day with a tag attached to it that said, "Be mine?"

It was quite a sweet gesture, and when you looked up into his eyes, they were full of yearning. He really wanted you to say 'yes'.

So, deciding to see where such an adventure would take you, you nodded and quirked the corners of your mouth up. As you can probably guess, this answer gave him a huge rush of euphoria.

He wanted to throw his arms around you and plant a passionate smooch on your face, but he contained the urge, for he couldn't risk messing up when you were finally giving him a chance.

Instead, he leaned down, took your hand in his, and kissed the top of it like a true classy gentleman.

And that was the beginning of something truly exciting.

Dating Jason consists of a lot of jealously and possessiveness on his end, and if you ever try to go anywhere, he will want to know all of the details. He also doesn't like you hanging out with other people, because if you're doing that, how are you supposed to give him attention?

Very clingy, especially if he's feeling insecure or you start acting distant for some reason.

Despite these flaws, he is a delightful guy at heart and constantly showers you in gifts, most of which he's created himself. A whole section of your room is dedicated to all of the presents you've received from him.

He's polite, too; holding doors open for you, pulling out chairs before you sit down, calling you things like 'milady' and 'ma'am' frequently. It contrasts completely with his dark and brutal habits, yet somehow makes sense.

He is big on PDA of all kinds and he couldn't give less of a shit who he does it in front of. It boosts his ego to know that others watch him dote on you so they get it in their heads that you belong to him.

When he's cheerful about something - could be anything, really - the first thing he'll do is lift you off your feet and envelope you in a tight hug. He can't help it - he just loves to touch you and breathe in your scent and be as close as physically possible. The man's never had any true friends, much less romantic partners, so can you really blame him?

Though...he does get grumpy at times, and you'll be offered a silent treatment until he works out whatever stick crawled up his butt. This isn't made any better when you're the one that upset him, even if it was unintentional.

It's best to leave him be so he doesn't get all frustrated and do something he'll regret.

Try as he might, you're too important to him, and he can never stay away from you for too long, so he'll come slinking down the hallway, knock on your door, and swoop you up in his hold as soon as you show yourself.

He won't say anything; he's still too mopey for that, but he'll fall back into your bed, still grasping you tightly, and give you some brooding cuddles.

"Jason, what are you—"

"Quiet, Y\n. Just stay here with me."

It's exasperating yet adorable, and if you try to leave he'll hold you even tighter, declaring in a hushed voice that he wants you to remain there and to stop struggling.

I hope you don't need to use the bathroom when this happens because you aren't escaping until he wants you to.

[Y\n]: You just killed eleven people. What do you have to say for yourself?

[Jeff]: I regret nothing.

I haven't been able to watch the newest season of Stranger Things and I feel like I'm really missing out 😭 😭

[Y/n]: Cody, repeat after me. 'I want cheese toast.'

[Cody]: I want cheese toast.

[Y/n]: 'I will use the oven to make it.'

[Cody]: I will use the oven to make it.

[Y/n]: 'I will not, however, put cheese on a piece of bread and then slide that piece of bread into the toaster.'

[Cody]: But I wanted the cheese to be melted!

[Y/n]: Facepalms