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Oh great and powerful fanfic guru please answer my humble plights,

IMAGINE creepypasta of your choice with a s/o who gets cold in like 70 degree weather so imagine when the snow starts to fall and cuddling on the couch under fluffy blankets cause it's cold!!!! >V<

Please and thank you! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

Omggg my first request, thank you so so much for this <33 i hope you have such a wonderful day, now onto the creepypasta fic >:)

Winter Summer

Ticci Toby x Reader

Lying in your freezing bed, you were crawled up into a ball with multiple layers of blankets on top of you, no matter how many layers you put on, it would still be freezing. Your speaker playing music in the background was just some white noise to you, shaking and sneezing under the covers, you heard a knock on your wooden door.

Too cold to move you let out a small ‘come in’ yet it was loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear, entering without hesitation was none other than your twitchy boy standing by the doorframe. “There you are! Cmon, get up, you didn’t even have breakfast nor lunch yet!” Toby said with a few stutters here and there, slipping his hands under your large amount of layers, he grabbed onto your hands and started to drag you out of your blankets. You were groaning from the coldness and from your lack of warmth from your blankets.

“Nooo, it’s too cold” You whined with your hands in his as he continued to drag you, half your body was on the ground whilst the other half was on your bed with your legs still under the covers. “You need to move, you’ve been in your room all day, besides, i’m bored and I missed you” he pouted, lifting you off from the ground and are now in his arms. “You saw me not even an hour ago Toby” You spoke up, freezing under his touch, as he carried you down the stairs to the kitchen, his body jerking and twitching more than normally, probably from the low weather, not that he knows, he can’t feel.

Releasing you from his grasp, you were found in the kitchen on a stool by the island. Resting your arms on the counter and laying your head, he placed a plate in front of you yet frowned from the sight of you, “you okay? You seem cold” he asked, stutters and all. You groaned in response, his frown deepening as he sighed, taking your arm and dragging you to the living room, you immediately sat on the couch and lied there in the cold. You hated this weather, you just wished it was summer all over again, the warm feeling of the sun on your skin, the leaves growing and the flowers dancing with the wind.

Meanwhile you hadn’t even noticed that toby left the room to get blankets and pillows, “I’m back!” His voice muffled, looking over to your boyfriend, his arms were filled with fluffy blankets and pillows, placing them on the ground he smiled at you, taking off his sweater, he handed it to you with pink cheeks. You smiled at his kind gesture and took it in your hands, slipping it on your body. It somewhat helped your body warmth knowing it was his as you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“You lay down, while i make a small blanket fort for us, then we can watch a movie!” Toby exclaimed, while his arm jerked up, i smiled at him and nodded in response as he started to build the said fort, grabbing a few chairs as the walls, making a roof, and even using a pillow as a ‘door’.

Toby crawled into the fort and saw you in the same position, waiting patiently for your lovers touch. Seeing your body still quivering from the cold, he immediately crawled towards you ,due to the low roof of the fort. Slithering next to you on the couch, he placed the extra blankets on top of you both as he cuddled and stuffed his head into your chest, the warmth of his body on top of your cold one instantly heats you up, reminding you of summer relaxation, just you both lying there with peace. Toby loves to hear your heartbeat no matter what, it calms him down on so many levels, and the touch of toby in your arms never fails to give you beautiful and fluttering butterflies.

Feeling his hands around your torso while yours in his dark brown fluffy hair is enough to put you to sleep.

Just you two, on the couch, in the living room.

Until Jeff thought it was a good idea to throw ben on the roof of the fort.

Thank you!! <3

-K.T

A/n: im sorry if this isn’t really what youre hoping for, but i hope you had fun reading!!

Kay guys its spookie season, yknow what that means 😍

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Currently suffering from writer's block...I'm still working on the fic but I can't find the motivation to write anything ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌ maybe if I open up requests I can force myself to actually write something instead of just staring at my drafts for 15 minutes straight and then exiting the notes app with zero progress. I'll make a pinned post soon about the things I can and can't write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ don't let me down guys.

ticci toby x reader HC's

Will make you breakfast

Cuddles 24/7

Tea parties with sally and you

Loves to dress you up

If anyone hurts you he hurts them

Hates when you have to leave to go to the store or something

Very common for him to come up behind you and put his head in your neck and sometimes/most times he will kiss your neck

Will give his life for you if you were about to die

Cant live without you

Loves when you play with his hair

hope you like these have a nice day

Creepypasta masterlist

Eyeless jack -

yandere! eyeless jack x soulmate HC's

eyeless jack x reader

Liu x eyeless jack

Homicidal Liu -

Liu x eyeless jack

yandere! homicidal liu x soulmate HC's

kinda yandere homicidal liu x reader

Homicidal Sully -

Mine

Jeff the killer -

mine

jeff the killer x reader hc's

yandere jeff the killer x reader HC's

Jason the toymaker -

mine

Laughing Jack -

laughing jack x reader HC's

Ticci Toby -

ticci toby x reader HC's

Hoodie -

yandere hoodie x reader HC's

Masky -

yandere masky x reader HC's

THRU THE LOOKING GLASS

•°. *࿐ քʀօʟօɢʊɛ ➻

.·:*¨༺ 𝘼 𝙂𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙༻¨*:·.

Thru The Looking Glass is a creepypasta x f! reader fanfic I started writing months ago but only just now published. Now, I'm here to do the same for this silly little site! Warnings and story under the cut.

WARNINGS: This story contains content that may not be suitable for any of my younger followers. This story contains heavy depictions of gore, violence, murder, death, abuse, childhood abuse, SA, derealization, mental health issues, and other topics. + my over the top writing (oops)..This is a more realistic approach while also having fun with it. I needed something new to work on while I go about with my other stories.

word count: 5,722

summary: In this OC-worthy tale of horror and pain, we follow the story of Y/N, a young woman whose life has been shattered by tragedy and abuse. Haunted by hallucinations and plagued by violent outbursts, Y/N is trapped in a cycle of torment, unable to escape the clutches of her controlling and abusive father. A retired doctor with a zealot's faith, he subjects his daughter to a range of experimental treatments in his quest to purge her of demons that he believes have sought refuge in her pure form.

As Y/N struggles to retain her grip on reality, wonderland and real life alike, she must unravel the thick web of her father's madness, and reclaim her identity before it's too late.

A large building loomed over the street, its windows black and empty. The darkness outside was all-encompassing, the kind that seeps into your bones and fills you with a deep sense of dread. The wind howled like a wounded animal, rattling the windows in their frames and sending shivers down the spines of anyone brave enough to venture out. The streetlights flickered sporadically, casting an eerie glow over the empty sidewalks. There was no sign of life, no sound except the wail of the wind. It was a ghost town, a place where nightmares come to life. And for Y/N, it was hell.

Y/N stumbled into her old cramped bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest. She locked the door behind her, feeling a fleeting sense of safety. But the feeling was fleeting indeed, as the dark room seemed to close in on her. The vintage wallpaper, once vibrant and lively, now peeled and faded, hung like a veil of sadness around the room. The creaky floorboards groaned in protest beneath her feet, as if they too shared her burden.

She let out a ragged sigh and collapsed onto her bed, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. The mattress, worn and lumpy, offered no comfort, and she winced as fresh pain shot up from the bruises on her arms and legs. Her eyes, swollen and red from tears, took in her surroundings: the small desk and chair, both rickety and unsteady, pushed up against one wall; a dresser with a chipped mirror in the opposite corner; and the twin-sized bed with a faded floral bedspread, now more depressing than cheerful. The room was still and quiet, save for her ragged breaths that echoed off the walls. It felt like a prison, and she was the only inmate.

Soft eyes slowly opened to the sight of an unfamiliar space, filled with nature and elegant wildlife. The plush bed she lied in was covered with a down comforter and fluffy pillows, the area's furnishings exuding a timeless charm. A vintage dresser with an ornate mirror stood high, while a side table held a delicate antique lamp that cast a warm glow that seemed to produce a warm barrier of protection despite its irrelevancy,  the sunlight covering the wooded area with a blanket of warmth. She could recognize these items as her own, however they seemed to look brighter. They looked as if she had just gotten them. As she sat up, Y/N felt a soft breeze settle against her skin, rustling the trees--almost like a nurturing embrace from mother nature.

She looked out into the forest beyond, where the trees stood tall and majestic, their leaves a riot of colors in shades of green, red, orange, and gold. The forest was kind of quiet, yet alive with the soft sounds of chirping birds and other forms of wildlife. There was an atmosphere of mystery and enchantment within this queer place. She looked around, noticing she wasn't in her bedroom, or even in a building. Her bed, the dresser and the table were placed in the middle of a plethora of trees in which surrounded her, a long, endless pathway splitting feet away. Curious, the young woman pulled the covers over her side, kicking her legs over the bed as she further took in her surroundings.

She shivered as she stood up, the lace at the bottom of her nightgown flowing with the breeze that swept over her body. She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and crisp leaves filling her lungs. The forest seemed to stretch out endlessly, the trees towering over her like sentinels. The ground was soft beneath her feet, the fallen leaves cushioning her every step. She wondered how she'd gotten here, and why she was in the middle of a forest. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own bed, her father's voice echoing in her mind. Here she is now, surrounded by the beauty of nature. She felt a sense of calm wash over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. In this moment, a blurry cloud filled her mind. All she knew were the sights before her.

As she looked around, she noticed something strange. Moving along the brown trail, she began to see dolls. These dolls hung by thread, some even from rope with a tight loop around their necks, creating a noose. They were a mixture of old and new, ranging from simple cloth dolls to elaborate porcelain ones. The closer she looked, the more she realized that some of the dolls had an uncanny resemblance to her. Most were in one piece, while there were also random doll parts such as heads and legs, swinging with the wind.

She continued, the dolls on the branches seeming to multiply as she walked further. Some of them were cracked and broken, their once beautiful, fresh features now twisted and corrupted. The air grew colder, and the sky turned from a calming blue to a deep, foreboding red. The trees themselves began to ooze from their trunks, a mysterious liquid easing into the forest floor. This liquid was rich and thick, possessing a deep shade of red, matching the sky. Y/N could feel her heart sink as that calming feeling dissolved, replaced with a painful twist in her stomach.

The dolls seemed to come alive, their heads turning to watch her as she passed by. Their once happy faces twisted into expressions of anger and disgust, their eyes seeming to follow her every move. The path became more treacherous, the ground uneven and full of roots and rocks. Y/N stumbled, her foot catching on a branch and sending her tumbling to the ground. As she picked herself up, she noticed a doll lying on the ground next to her. It was cracked and its eyes were closed. Its skin was pale and its hair was tangled, a familiar red liquid oozing from the creases of its broken cheeks. She rushed away from it, stumbling as she made her way deeper into the infinite amounts of trees.

Y/N felt like she had been wandering for hours, the path ahead of her only seeming to stretch further. The forest grew darker as she pressed on, the sky overhead seeming to darken its hue. The once tranquil sounds of nature had been silenced. It was quiet. Too quiet.

She stumbled upon a clearing, the ground beneath her feet soft and spongy. She looked around, noticing that the trees here were different from the rest, their bark gnarled and twisted. As she stepped forward, a voice suddenly spoke from the shadows, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Who are you? What brings you to my domain?"

The voice boomed, deep and menacing. Y/N looked around frantically, trying to locate the source of the voice. She saw a large wolf-like animal standing before her, its coat a deep red with a black mane and tail. Its glossy white eyes glinted in the dim light, and its sharp teeth were bared in a grin that sent shivers down her spine. The dog took a step forward, its powerful muscles rippling under its sleek fur. Y/N couldn't help but feel both confused and unsettled by the sight of the creature. It was like no other canine she had ever seen, and the way it spoke only added to her confusion

"I-...I appear to be lost," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.

The dog stepped closer, its eyes seeming to glow in the darkness as it revealed itself further from within the trees. "Lost, you say?" it hissed, its breath hot against her face. "Perhaps I can help you find your way."

Y/N took a step back, unsure of whether to trust this hound. But with no other option and a clouded mind, she nodded.

The hound turned around and began to walk, its massive form barely making a sound as it moved through the forest. Y/N hesitantly followed, her senses on high alert as the silence around them grew deafening. The once beautiful trees now looked twisted and gnarled, their branches stretching out like long fingers. The ground was littered with fallen leaves and broken twigs, and the red hue of the sky made the forest appear even darker.

As they walked, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Every now and then, the hound would pause, as if sensing something that she could neither see nor hear. She shuddered, feeling as if the forest was closing in around her.

Her head was spinning, and the scent of blood grew stronger, overwhelming her senses. She felt her stomach churn, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Something felt terribly wrong about this place. Just then, the hound stopped in his tracks. He turned his head, and Y/N watched as he silently dissolved away into a mist. The mist surrounded her, and she was left standing alone in the darkness. She couldn't see her own hands in front of her face, and the smell of blood was suffocating. The mist, thick and ethereal, stretched out before her, obscuring her vision like the veil of a widow.

"Hell- Hello?" She croaked in a small voice, seeking out for her new friend. Where could he have gone?

She pressed on, eventually giving up. Determined to find her way out., time seemed to blur as she walked, her senses stuffed with cotton. After what felt like forever, she began to notice the mist was starting to clear. In time, she found herself deeper in the dim-lit forest. The sun, barely visible through the dense canopy of towering trees, cast fragmented rays of light that danced upon the forest floor. The air was heavy with the earthy scent of rain, hinting at the recent downpour that had bathed the woods.

As Y/N ventured deeper, the bark of the trees became darker and more weathered. Their branches reached out like gnarled fingers, seemingly whispering secrets to one another. Shadows played tricks on her eyes, making it difficult to discern the true path ahead. Despite the sickening feeling inside, Y/N's building fight or flight sent her forward. She yearned for the warmth of sunlight on her skin, or better yet, to find herself entangled in the covers of her thick blanket in her own bed. The mist persisted, swirling around her like a cloak, but she refused to be once again consumed by it again.

A sense of relief washed over her as she found herself in the presence of this quieter, more secluded part of the forest. The soft filtered sunlight offered a flickering respite from the shadows. The air was gentle and easy on the senses, scents of rainwater and fresh grass replacing the stomach-churning scent of blood. It felt familiar, comforting. But as moments turned into minutes, a growing unease crept back into Y/N's consciousness. It started as a prickling sensation at the nape of her neck, an instinctual warning. She strained her ears, trying to decipher any peculiar sounds within the natural symphony of the forest.

Suddenly, a faint snap shattered the growing atmosphere of ease. Y/N's head snapped in the direction of the noise, gasping involuntarily. Her eyes darted through the dimly lit surroundings, searching for the source, but all she saw were dancing shadows and swaying branches. It was as if the forest itself played tricks on her, taunting her, keeping its secrets hidden from view. A shiver raced down her spine, casting a chill in the air. The forest, of which was peaceful and quiet, now seemed to become more ever twisted than before. Y/N quickened her pace, fear fueling her steps. She refused to be consumed by fear or doubt. All she wanted was to get home.

She pressed forward, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. She knew she had to keep going, as the answers she sought lay somewhere within the heart of the trees. A darkness loomed in her mind, urging her to turn back, but she refused. Guided by a glimmer of hope that rested deep within her trauma-trenched soul, she ventured deeper, making sure to follow each step of the path that only seemed to stretch further and further, edging her with the chance of safely finding her way.

The world around Y/N felt as though it had ceased to exist beyond the immediate circle of shadows and rustling leaves. Every nerve ending tingled with an acute awareness of impending ruin. As she strained her senses to decipher the source of the sounds, she felt herself submerged in overwhelming dread. It was an inexplicable dread, one that didn't just linger in the air but seeped into her flesh and clawed its way into her core. Then there was a smell. The stench intensified—a putrid mixture of decay and coppery undertones—coiling around her like a serpent. 

Feeling sick to her stomach, Y/N couldn't bear to move. Her mind raced with fearful thoughts. Was it a wild animal? Was it a corpse?

A twig snapped with a crisp sound, closer this time. Y/N's heart lurched into her throat, rendering speech and movement impossible. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the silence now an unbearable weight pressing on her shoulders. She strained to pinpoint the origin of the noises, but the darkness thwarted her efforts, rendering everything beyond a few feet an empty abyss. Each and every second felt like an eternity, as if time itself had chosen this moment to stretch and distort. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, the cold air burning her lungs. The once comforting rustle of leaves became a taunting chant, mocking her. Daring her to move.

Summoning every ounce of energy and courage she could possibly find, Y/N willed herself to move, to break free from the shackles fear had locked on her fragile limbs. But her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if held by an unseen force. The forest seemed to converge upon her, the trees closing ranks, confining her within them. Desperation clawed at her chest as she fought against the panic threatening to consume her entirely. She had to escape, had to find a way out before whatever lurked in the never ending darkness closed in on her. But with each passing moment, the forest's malevolence seemed to intensify, never ceasing to remind her she wasn't alone. 

She slowly brings her leg to push forward, taking a step. She slowly rested her foot upon the dirt trail, like a child sneaking into the kitchen to find their way to the cookie jar. With a shallow exhale, she pushes her body forward, gently resting her other foot beside her left. Although tense, she seemed to relax, convincing herself if she were quiet, she wouldn't startle whatever it was that had desired to make itself known. In the thick shroud of the oppressive darkness, just before she was about to take another step, a queer and haunting clicking noise pierced through the silence, sending shivers down Y/N's spine. It was a sound that liquidated explanation—a disconcerting blend of a whine and the creak of an old, rusted door. The unsettling cry echoed around her, the trees seeming to tremble in fear.

She kept still. Nothing. She then took a few hesitant steps forward, her pulse thundering in her ears, each beat she felt in her flesh. But as her foot grazed the forest floor, convinced she would make it out, a sudden, heart-wrenching cry shattered that hope. It was a mournful sound, tinged with an unbearable sadness that clawed at the deepest parts of her soul (not to mention her ear drums). The cry seemed to emanate from the same entity, the trees now beginning to literally shake in shared anguish of the young woman.

Y/N's steps faltered, her breath hitching in her throat. Despite her fear, she felt a surge of empathy flood through her—a strange connection to the mournful sound from what could have been an injured animal. Her heart ached, entwined with the dread that held her. As if in response, the darkness seemed to coalesce, thickening around her. The forest itself seemed to draw even closer, pressing in on her from all sides.

She strained to discern any movement. But the more she strained herself, the more the shadows seemed to morph and shift, concealing whatever lurked just beyond her line of sight. Time seemed to warp and twist, elongating the moments into an eternity of psychological torture. The air around her crackled with an otherworldly tension, growing bitter and cold. Her every muscle tensed, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Yet, she found herself stuck by some force, held captive by an invisible barrier.

The cry echoed once more, only this time, it was closer. It was as though the injured creature sought solace in her presence.

She wanted so badly to run. A foreboding sensation crept up her spine, adding on to the building tension, causing her muscles to tense, locking themselves up so tight it was nearly painful. Her eyes widened in alarm, the adrenaline urging her to move, to flee. Yet, her strength allowed her only to do the bare minimum—a cautious, subtle glance, an attempt to discern the source of her dread without confronting it head on.

Slowly, her gaze shifted, almost sidelong, toward the space behind her. She dared not make direct eye contact, fearing whatever it was that lurked from behind. Her heart pounded furiously, echoing in her ears like a funeral drum, while her throat ran dry. The air was freezing by now. She felt as if she could get frostbite, feeling nips on her fingers and her bare toes, rendering her limbs tremulous and her breaths shallow. The clicking sound persisted, as the creature crept in from behind her. 

An ache spread within her skull as she tried to catch a glimpse of what it was, only met with moving twig-like parts, what she could only assume to be arms. Her vision was obscured, offering mere glimpses of disjointed blotches. She discerned the unsettling silhouette of blotchy limbs, strange colors melded together. The creature's form appeared surreal, an amalgamation of beige tainted with splotches of crimson that resembled dried blood, twisted in abstract patterns across its strange horror-novel-esque frame.

Her breath hitched as she briefly caught sight of its torso—a bony structure, taut around its ribs, adorned with protruding spikes that seemed to glisten in the faint dim source of light. The sight sent her fear into overdrive, a primal instinct warning her of imminent danger. And then, she thought she saw its face—or what could pass for one. Black voids for eyes seemed to peer into the depths of her own, unnerving in their emptiness, devoid of any emotion or life. A hole of a mouth gaped open, revealing jagged, serrated teeth that protruded like sharp daggers.

In the shifting darkness, her gaze traced what she could only assume were its arms—twig-like appendages that moved sinuously. They were twisted and unnaturally long. The creature appeared to be tall, taller than her, and for its arms, hooked at the very edge where its hand would be, to touch the ground, she realized this was no wild animal. Y/N's mind reeled at the sight, grappling with the horrifying reality that stood before her—she was in a nightmare. She was in hell.

In her mind she screamed at herself to run before it was too late. Yet she still couldn't. Her bones felt fragile, as if the weight of her fear could shatter them into a million shards. She stood, transfixed by terror, caught between the compulsion to confront the creature and the overwhelming urge to book it. Straining her senses, specifically her sight and her hearing, caused her physical damage as she snapped her gaze back ahead, shutting her eyes tightly. 

Suddenly, her ears began to ring. It numbed the back of her eyeballs while also sending a sharp pain through them. Instinctively, Y/N throws her hands up to her ears in attempts to blocking out the noise. She's unsure of whether or not that was the extra push she needed, but regardless, she found herself running. Her joints were unlocked, each movement swift and fluid. She just kept running, running through the dark, the tips of her fingernails digging into the sides of her head. She could feel herself scratching her hair follicles, digging into her skin as her faced scrunched in agony. She didn't dare open her eyes just yet, allowing her legs to carry her wherever they ended up. 

In a sudden burst of light, a flash erupted from the depths of the forest. The light filtered through her eyelids, nearly blinding her as they shot open. She could feel herself stumble back, completely caught off guard. She stood there, head darting around the area. She found her footing light and her breath heavy, heart racing as she tried to process it all at once. It was as if the world around her transformed, and she found herself in a clearing bathed in filtered sunlight. The forest gave way to a serene oasis, where the gentle sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong filled the air. Y/N took a moment to absorb her surroundings, her senses recalibrating to this sudden peace. The trees, though still towering and ancient, now seemed to share a quiet wisdom rather than wicked darkness and sheer terror. The ground beneath her feet felt soft and mossy, inviting her into a haven of comfort and warmth.

Every ounce of unease and fear slowly but surely began to melt away as she calmly strolled through. All of this was too much—all she wanted was to go home. Perhaps it's this way? 

It was fairly uneventful, her journey. She would take occasional twists and turns, following the path etched into the dirt that was awfully gentle on the skin of her bare feet. In this strange contrast to the previous forest, Y/N wandered along the winding paths, enveloped in its atmosphere of charm. The vintage allure of the surroundings added a familiar home-like touch to the scene. Oil-lit street lamps cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the path as if guiding her through a bygone memory. The air was filled with fluttering butterflies, their vibrant wings painting the air with kaleidoscopic hues.

As she ventured deeper, she was swarmed with curious sights that felt oddly enchanting. Hanging delicately from branches were dolls, but not suspended by rope around their necks as she had seen before. Instead, they dangled by slender pastel and rich-colored ribbons tied around their wrists, and sum even by the cuffs of their blouses and shirts, their porcelain faces serene yet haunting in their stillness.

Elegant decorations adorned the foliage, ornate carvings and nostalgic old trinkets nestled amidst the tapestry. It felt like a stroll through a forgotten memory, deep within the core of her mind, where time stood still.

However, as she tip-toed further along the trail, the ambiance began to shift once more. The air dropped, becoming cooler, and the light dimmed ever so slightly as if a cloud had passed over the sun. A peculiar sensation settled over her, a feeling that she wasn't alone. It wasn't all that threatening, however. Strange noises began to merge within the symphony of the forest. Heavy footsteps echoed in the distance, accompanied by laughter that seemed to reverberate from somewhere unseen. Intrigued, while also apprehensive, Y/N couldn't resist the urge to investigate.

The noises grew closer, drawing her towards the edge of the path where it abruptly ended. Peering around the corner, she encountered an inexplicable sight—a fuzzy distortion, as if the fabric of reality blurred before her eyes. Through the haze and the surrealistic feeling she felt brewing inside of her, she captured glimpses of an odd scene—a pair of dark pants, knives glinting in a faint light. She strained her senses, having recovered from earlier, picking up what she could only discern into screams. They were faint and muffled, though, before she could hear something more. A low, infernal growl, or was it a groan? It settled into her ears, bringing a physical sense of warmth over her, however it wasn't anything positive.

Splashes of crimson caught her attention, vivid against the strange blurry backdrop. Then, from the distorted void, something popped itself forward, its head emerging through the blurry portal, locking eyes with hers. Y/N gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Without a second thought, she turned and fled, her heart pounding in terror. She ran aimlessly, jumping over twigs and large rocks, completely disregarding the rest of the trail that seemed to go in many directions until, by sheer chance or fate, she nearly ran into a rusted brown door reminiscent of the one in her bedroom. It rested, open just a crack. Without hesitation, she yanked the doorknob back and leaped through, the metallic clang echoing behind her as she slammed it shut.

She had practically jumped into the open space, and her body went rigid, her muscles tensing on impact. But instead of the anticipated collision with a harsh surface, she found herself sinking into something soft, almost cushion-like. Confusion began to cloud her fear as her hands met the padded interior of what seemed to be a room. Her movements were sluggish, almost as if she were submerged in water, every action a struggle against unseen resistance. Crawling on hands and knees, she blinked repeatedly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim, eerie glow that emanated from the sparse lighting in the room.

A solitary window perched high above caught her attention, moonbeams casting soft shadows across the room. The faint glow of moonlight offered her some kind of comfort. At least she wasn't in a ditch somewhere. The light, guiding her unsteady steps towards the distant window, felt kind of warm compared to the awfully cold air that nipped at her skin. Disoriented and off-balance, she stumbled, her senses still reeling from the transition.

As she approached the window, her hands brushed against the padded walls, seeking stability. She raised her gaze, fixating on the distant glimmer of the moonlight filtering through the solitary window.

Fumbling and uncertain, she traced the contours of the walls with her hands, feeling the padded surface in an attempt to ground herself. But before she could fully process her surroundings, a sound—a shuffle, perhaps footsteps—outside the door snapped her attention away. Her breath hitched as she stared at the door, her heart thundering in her chest. The faint glimmer of light danced across the space as a slider on the door moved, revealing only a pair of eyes peering in at her. They glinted with curiosity, holding her gaze in a silent exchange.

Y/N's mind raced with questions, her mouth parting as if to speak, yet no words came. A chill crept down her spine as a surge of apprehension washed over her. Her hand involuntarily pressed against the padded wall, seeking a false sense of security as she struggled to comprehend the oddity of her situation. 

Y/N watches intently as the person on the other side of the door turns the knob, the hinges creaking as it swings open. A blinding light spills into the room, causing Y/N to instinctively avert her gaze and squint against the sudden brightness. Slowly, her eyes adjust to the illumination, allowing her to steal a side glance at the figure that stood just at the doorway.

Recognition flickers across Y/N's mind as she discerns the person before her—a woman with fair skin and ginger hair elegantly tied up with swept, fluffy parted bangs. Despite the strangeness of the situation, she notes the woman's attire—a surgeon's uniform—with a mask loosely hanging under her chin. However, the most startling detail catches Y/N off guard—the absence of the woman's eyes. Instead, there's an unnerving expanse of smooth, featureless skin where her eyes should have been.

Confusion mingles with disbelief in Y/N's thoughts. She blinks repeatedly, hoping to dispel this surreal image that feels like a figment of her imagination. Her mind races with questions, her mouth opening as if to voice her bewilderment, yet still, she was silent.

Desperately seeking some form of reassurance, her hand instinctively presses against the padded wall behind her, though it offers no comfort against the unsettling reality she's confronted with. In a state of disbelief and growing unease, Y/N froze. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows high. She felt so cold, despite the warmth that spilled into the room from the other side. The woman's plump, glossy pink lips held a cigarette. She seemed confused, arms crossed as she leaned on her hip. A dent formed in which her eyebrows were meant to be, as if she was contemplating how this stranger got here. 

For an eternal moment that feels suspended in time, Y/N remains frozen, unable to process the nightmarish sight before her. Yet, as she blinks, a sudden change unfolds. The woman, initially standing at the door, now leans in, her hands extending around the doorframe as her body seems to elongate. Her foot juts forward as if ready to step inside, but something is different.

The woman looms taller, her head protruding into the room, and a ghastly grin spreads across her face, her jaw extended to an inhumane rate. Y/N's horrified gaze fixates on a single, glistening eyeball resting upon the woman's tongue. The eye seems to fixate directly on Y/N, the same tint of amber from the slider on the door. Unable to contain her ever-growing (and never ending, it seems) fear, Y/N chokes up, her breath catching in her throat, a primal instinct compelling her to scream. But before the scream could tear from her throat, the woman, now twisting her body with a series of bone-cracking sounds, begins to crawl into the padded room. Her movements contort unnaturally as if defying the laws of physics, each bone-crunching twist amplifying the discomfort building in the atmosphere.

The cigarette that dangled from the woman's lips moments ago falls, landing on the padded floor. Strangely, it doesn't extinguish upon impact but continues to burn, creating a sizzling sound against the padded surface. The acrid scent of burning material adds to the sensory overload of the scene before the innocent woman, feeling herself begin to slip from the fingers of reality. If, that's what you could call this.

As the woman morphs further, her form distorts into something incomprehensible. The room seems to warp around her, shadows elongating and contorting with her every movement. The mask that rested underneath her chin disintegrated, along with her fair skin that seemed to burn away in Swiss-cheese like patterns until patches of the meat and muscle became apparent, her skin just barely hanging on. Her hair seemed to thin and fall out, while the cap dissolved, the faint sound of cracking bones intermingles with a low, guttural growl emanating from the creature, now towering over Y/N, its jaw hanging for its eye to continue to stare down upon her. 

It drew nearer, emitting a stomach-churning odor of decaying flesh and bone and blood that overwhelmed her senses. Tears welled in her eyes, her brows and lip quivering as she recoiled, attempting to move as far back as possible while the creature advanced. In the depths of its mouth, its eye swiveled around, a soft clicking resonating through its towering form. Y/N's fingers dug into the wall behind her, desperately seeking something to hold onto.

"N—No. . ." A feeble protest escaped her parched throat, the words torn from her with the anguish of a thousand blades slicing through her vocal cords.

"NO!" A shriek tore from her throat, a mix of revulsion and fury contorting her face as she glared up at the creature.

Sliding down the wall in a final attempt to escape, she scrambled to the corner of the room. Only upon huddling up into the corner and snapping her gaze toward where the creature would have been did she realize that it was gone. The overpowering stench that had made her wanna hurl had dissipated, leaving a heavy silence in the air.

Reluctantly, Y/N lowered her gaze, turning her attention to the woman by the door. Standing with arms at her sides, instead of moving forward, she was stepping back. Her wide amber eyes shook with fear, her cigarette burnt to the butt, a small mound of ashes on the cold floor beneath. Her skin remained intact, her entire form unaltered. If anything, she seemed just as terrified as Y/N. Before Y/N could comprehend what just had happened, the woman forcefully shut the door, the lock clicking into place. Breathing heavily, Y/N was left in her confusion. She squeezed her eyes shut, the sounds of heavy footsteps and soft creaking floorboards settling into her ears, the light fading away, dominated by the darkness.

For a while, the world remained distant, her mind a jumble of fragmented thoughts and sensations before it all began to slip away. She felt herself floating, while she began to feel her limbs spread underneath a warm, familiar fabric. The creaking of the floorboards continued, accompanied by the gentle click of an opening door. Then, a soft breath caressed her ear, and a delicate touch brushed against a strand of her hair. She froze, every muscle tensing as a gentle hand continued, tenderly stroking her hair. As the fingers trailed down the strand, Y/N remained motionless, her body unresponsive. A voice, momentarily unfamiliar, deep and paternal, settled through her eardrums like melted butter.

"It's time for your medicine, my dear," the man's voice resonated softly, hardly above a whisper.

Present Silence

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❥ Warnings: mentions of neglect, mental instability, hints to eating disorder, mentions of cancer, death of a parent

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴! 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

   (Y/n) wasn’t much for silence, yet it was the exact thing that haunted them in the dead of night. You could say it rooted from a traumatic event from their childhood; an abandonment that made them become almost non-pellucid to the outside world. Not that they cared. They saw society in a fixed lens, seeing every little speckle of morality as if it was a blemish on their sketch book.

  However, the white tiled halls outside their room didn’t even make any motion. No reverberation of heels clicking against the marble or the creaking of an old wheelchair rolling down the narrow walls. It’s as if the present became quietude itself. Static fills the emptiness inside (Y/n)’s head, spreading down throughout their body like a virus. It bleeds into their veins, leaving a heavy formication. Their fingers itch and claw at the ashen sheets below them, pulling at the restraints hung taut at the edge of the bed.

  They wanted to scream, beg to the black figure standing in the corner to stop. It watches them with gaping eyes, its black irises widening with delegation. The creature wasn’t real, they knew this. The suppressed subjectivity of their mind was interesting. The morbidity that it plays with made (Y/n) want to laugh. To say that it all started with a drawing was much too simple.

  The doctors liked to prescribe it as a disease; a disease that will slowly consume (Y/n) as they spiral into madness within these matted panels. (Y/n) thought of this ‘sickness’ as gospel. With their new pair of glasses, they could distinguish what was true and what was false. Who was for them and who was not. That power does come with a cost.

  (Y/n) was quite bright as a child, finding new ways to express themselves as an upcoming member of a Utopia they thought existed. With a pencil and paper, they could abstract anything that popped into their young mind. They love to draw. It was an activity that allowed them to show others how they saw the world. Bright and opportunistic, with the sun shining over everyone in brand lighting.

  ‘That world doesn’t exist. Get over your stupid dreams of becoming something that’s unrealistic.’

  Their mother had told them that a long time ago, when the colors they once saw turned bland. When their father left, life as they knew it flipped upside down. ‘You can be anything, and I’ll be there for you,’ he said. What a joke. He should have known that the cancer would get to him before (Y/n) would ever aspire in a work ethic. Their mother wasn’t much of an enthusiast, especially after her husband died. The one luminosity that ever dared to make her smile was the one that left her with a kid she didn’t even love.  

  Life wasn’t too bad. (Y/n) still had the gift of sight and vision that provided them with the love of drawing. As they woke up from the distant memory of a peachy story, they then realized their potential. No one understood their craft though, using the aphorism that grotesque and dark art did not aid in this world’s progression. (Y/n) did not adjure this type of thinking. Didn’t they see it wasn’t that of a pretentious display?

  The school recommended that they be transferred in an institute during their third year of high school. (Y/n)’s mother was more than compliant for their requests. ‘They need medical help. A kid their age should not be thinking so deeply about these things.’ The nurses were nice enough. They had charming smiles and always made nice comments on (Y/n)’s latest projects. They were fake, sadly. Though, (Y/n) appreciated their efforts to perceive the meaning.

  The crisp breath of the inky silhouette fans over (Y/n)’s face. A shudder goes down their spine, pricking their nerves like hot wax. It lies on their leaden body, grabbing at the muscles of their neck with a tight squeeze. (Y/n) was hyperventilating again, the edges of their field of vision spotting. It was a trick. Why was their mind going against them so?

  They twist and turn against the restraints tied around their limbs, the leather rubbing into their skin harshly. The feeling of it burning at the pellicle of their wrists and ankles erupts another feeling inside the pit of their stomach. They needed to get out. They wanted out. The sudden anticipation to move ached in their joints and they struggle more against the phantasmal weight on them.

  (Y/n)’s hands slip through the material, and they heave themselves upward. The darkness emitting their sight disperses into the shadows of the room, leaving them to gasp for air. Rubbing at the red pigmentation of their abused wrists, they kick off the belts holding their feet. The distant sound of a clock erupts the quiet void of the room.

  The window adjacent to the door opens gradually, and the form of a girl crawls in. The constant ticking coming from the girl’s retina eases the density crawling at (Y/n) with vigor. The static falls into a pleasant buzz on their skin.

  The girl pushes her brown locks out of her face, her one hazel orb almost glowing in the moonlight. Her sewn smile stifles one to reach (Y/n)’s blue-tinted lips. She reaches into the bag hanging over her shoulder, unzipping it with ease. She pulls out a black book and tosses it onto the thin bedding. Despite her not speaking, (Y/n) nods their head in appreciation.

  “Thank you, Clocky…” (Y/n) huskily remarks. Their fingers graze over the rough fabric of the cover and they open it to see it was another sketch book. It was probably one she snatched from one of her 'jobs’. She would never say what she did, but that didn’t cause any frustration on (Y/n)’s part. “You always know how to make me feel better…”

  “I saw you screaming again,” Clockwork replies, “Did you have another episode?” She sits down on the mattress, crossing her arms.

  (Y/n) simply taps at their head, the pads pointing towards their left eye. They suddenly get up from their position, their malnourished body contorting with audible pops. Clockwork watches them with precise movements as they grab for a box under the furniture. (Y/n) opens it, grabbing some paper and two graphite pencils.

  “Will you draw with me?” They ask sweetly.

  Clockwork looks towards the door, before breathing out. “Alright, but only for a little bit. I’m not supposed to be here.” She places herself on the cold floor as (Y/n) positions the material.

  “I’ll show you the new monster I saw tonight. I’ll call it Present Silence…” They muse as they begin to drag the charcoal tip over the clean sheet of paper with eager. Clockwork observes as they wind the black substance in circles. Normal people would call (Y/n)’s art as childish or rubbish, but she was fascinated with it. They drew the way she saw the world.

  “Are you not in the mood to draw?” (Y/n) asks, stopping for a moment to look up.

  Clockwork hums in response before grabbing the book from (Y/n)’s lap.

  “I’m not finished-” They reply, but don’t fight with her as he looks over it.

  “Present Silence, you say?”

  They nod with a smile. “It suffocated me.”

  She gathers her thoughts, before placing a hand on (Y/n)’s head. She brushes her fingers through their hair; these were the hands of a killer. Her hazel eye locks with (Y/n)’s as they wait for a response. She gives them back their art piece and picks herself off the ground.

  “Where are you going?” (Y/n) says sadly, “Stay for a little longer?”

  Clockwork climbs over the windowsill, her hand holding onto the glass. She glances back, a ghostly tender look veiling over her harsh looking demeanor. “The next time I visit, I’m bringing something special.”

  “What you bring me is always special,” They answer.

  “See you…” Clockwork says in response, closing the window back to where it was before she entered. Present Silence once again greets the lonely figure within the room.

 ⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱⏱

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

can you write a sub Jeff the killer like at first he’s all dom and stuff but then we lowkey overpower him and break down his whole dominant character and turn him submissive?🙏🙏🙏♥️

¡Sub! Jeff The Killer x ¡Dom! Male Reader

I LOVED writing this, the more specific the message the more my ideas open up. I really didn't know if you meant an Fem or an Male since part of me was saying "I want to ride that bitch." and another part was saying "I want to open that bitch's legs." and finally I decided to take him as an Male reader to make him more submissive than with an Fem reader haha.

¡WARNING! : Smut,Mention of murder, Alcoholism, Knife game, Skin cuts,Boy x Boy,Mutual masturbation,Explicit content, Homosexual.

¡English is not my first language! So it's possible that the writing sucks.

It was Christmas, you didn't celebrate Christmas and it wasn't like you cared what happened that day, since to you it was like just another day.

Even so, the holidays were perfect targets to murder entire families, an opportunity that Jeff did not waste.

After 1 in the morning the man arrived covered in blood and with his hands busy with two bags of beer that he left next to the living room sofa where he was sitting.

- "Hard work?" - you asked without taking your eyes off the television that was broadcasting the news of the recent murders committed by your partner. He only grunted in response as he discarded his stained sweatshirt to the floor, leaving him in a thin tank top and his black jeans that were still stained with blood. He plopped down on the couch next to you as he grabbed two bottles of alcohol. to open them and extend one to you, which you accepted.

After many drinks and some unconscious flirtations thanks to drunkenness, they ended up running up the stairs to his room between hungry kisses, clumsily opening the door out of desperation, Jeff squeezed your waist with his pale hands while his tongue explored your oral cavity and you responded to his touch by resting your hands on the sides of his shoulders and trying to keep up with his kisses.

When you got to the bed, he let you fall on top of the sheets while you smiled flirtatiously, holding your forearms to see how Jeff removed his tank top to reveal his thin and pale frame.

You, on your part, did the same, you unbuttoned the buttons of the shirt you were wearing and got rid of your belt to lower your pants until you finally took them off along with your shoes.

Jeffrey just licked his trimmed lips at the sight of you half naked, without asking permission he jumped on you to kiss your neck. You hummed low in your throat while the tips of your fingers caressed the ribs that stood out in your boyfriend's thin skin, causing him to shiver.

Lowering his hips a little, he rubbed his clothed erection against your bulge in your boxers, making you both sigh. You lowered your hands from his sides to his lower back, where you lightly squeezed his hips just as he had done minutes before.

- "Don't play with me like that." -I was serious when I noticed your intentions, you just smiled calmly, raising your shoulders a little to massage his belly with your thumbs - "I'm not playing..." -.

The took off his remaining clothes and settled on top of you. You agilely took his arms and turned him around so that he was under your body, while you imprisoned his arms against the mattress.

- "Don't play with me." - You ordered, wanting to highlight your authority. Jeff opened his eyes in surprise but then relaxed his frown while a small blush ran across his sensitive skin and the color rose in his face.

You lovingly kissed every part of his body, sometimes leaving small hickeys in sensitive areas where you knew they would drive him crazy in a short time.

- "Come on…I don't have your time." - The blue-eyed one growled. - "You mean you don't have my patience, because there is plenty of time" -.

You let out a small laugh to get to the point and settle between the murderer's legs, lowering your boxers slightly so that your member would jump out.

They began with mutual masturbation which in a matter of minutes caused the room to be filled with obscene noises from both of them until they reached climax. Then you began to prepare Jeff so as not to suffer consequences later, when they managed to enter his narrow entrance they could only grunt, him for the intrusion into their privacy and you for how tight it was.

- "G-God a-ah" - the one with cut cheeks complained slightly at the overwhelming sensation. - "Relax… you're choking me down there." -.

They continued at a slow pace until the youngest got used to the size until they became wilder, enjoying the ecstasy of the moment.

- "¡More! ¡More! ¡More!" - You followed your partner's wishes until your eyes rested for a moment on the nightstand where Jeff's knife was found. You just smiled and took it to pass the cold, thin, sharp blade across your boyfriend's chest to delicately cross out a heart with the cuts you caused, something that only excited them more.

You rested the blade against Jeffrey's neck, without wanting to cut him but close enough to feel the cold of the steel, your thrusts were increasingly erratic while you felt that you were close to your second orgasm just like Jeff.

Releasing a loud gasp you came out from inside his hole to let out the strings of semen on his stomach and belly just as he did with his own.

You let your head fall into the side of Jeffrey's neck as he breathed heavily. He just caressed your hair and then grabbed it tightly to lift your face and kiss it roughly.

- "I'm still not satisfied." -.

God, this would be a long night.

hi!! i was wondering if you would write some nsfw headcanons for eyeless jack? (mayb w a reader who likes praise if ud be down 💪💪) thank you so much!! take your time, i love your writing :))

Eyeless Jack HeadCanons NSFW

I love when they ask for headcanons, since they are much easier and faster to write without having to follow a specific rhythm haha

The only frustrating thing about this was that the first time I took the time to write it it DIDN'T SAVE and I had to do it again aghhh.

¡English is not my first language! So it's possible that the writing sucks.

First of all, being a demon that eats organs, has no eyes and drips gasoline from its sockets... I don't think it's small at all...

I feel like he would be about 7 feet tall and 9 inches on his cock.

I doubt that he initiates the sexual touch, so the most likely thing is that you have to take the initiative.

There is as much chance of him rejecting you as there is of him playing along, that depends on how long you have known each other and the trust that HE places in you.

Do not be discouraged if he rejects you, he has 2 very logical reasons for refusing.

If it has not been well fed, instinctively speaking, it is very likely that it will stay away from you, because if it has an outbreak it could attack you to tear off a piece of your body and it does he not want that.

He is aware that he is a big guy and if you are much shorter than him, it will be uncomfortable for him, I'm sorry.

But ruling out rejection, if you let time pass calmly and gain his trust, ¡he will have no problem experimenting with you!

Plus, whether you're depressed or not, he'll always be a gentleman and shower you with praise, and if he notices you're depressed, ¡he'll triple his love for you!

I feel very offensive about this comment that I will make, but I feel that Jack is like a dog or animal that can sniff out where you are and how you feel and I have a feeling that Jack can know at all times how you are, therefore, you will not even need to express your feelings.

Imagine that while you are together in bed you are surreptitiously covering with your hands some scar, wound, you are chubby, etc. and he notices your discomfort because he feels the smell in the air, he would only slow down the pace of his hips to remove your hands from him and kisse your insecurities, repeating between kisses how perfect you are for him.

I'm crying glitter.

Jack doesn't take off his mask because he feels insecure about his face and because he doesn't want to get carried away and bite you.

If you tell him that you are not afraid of him and give him the necessary confidence, he may uncover his face halfway to reveal his mouth full of sharp fangs and somewhat drooling tongues.

He will kiss you carefully so as not to cut you with his teeth.

If he feels very hot and dissatisfied with his own touch, he may lick your skin, especially chest and neck, bonus points if you are a woman and have moderately large breasts, he will love them and nurse himself.

He won't bite you at any time, because if he makes you bleed, he will turn into an animal in a second, and I don't mean that in a nice way.

It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, whatever it is, you will enjoy an oral from this man.

Just think about it, if you are a woman, you will feel their tongues stirring your entrance in a thousand and one ways, feeling the viscosity of their saliva mix with the fluids inside you.

And if you are a man, get ready to receive the best blowjob of your life.

The cherry on top is the aftercare, he will help you clean you and lie down with you, sticking you to him so that little by little during the course of the night he will be completely on top of you, covering you with his body.

Damn if you want to go to the bathroom during the night or want to get out of bed while he's still asleep, you won't be able to wake him up, he's a very heavy sleeper HAHAHA.

Today I got up from my nap wanting to write whatever stupid thing came to mind and then I remembered that I had pending orders in my inbox, I read some questions and the vast majority were about Creepypastas and out of nowhere my brain turned into mush suddenly.

I really enjoy writing for them! I don't deny it, but at the time of writing them I feel that I romanticize them a lot, then I read my drafts and something in my head says "wake up, get off that cloud of fantasy, they are serial killers."

I like to think that when I romanticize them it is because perhaps we are some kind of obsession that they have over the Reader, but even so I think that it will still be toxic to be with those Creepys and you will feel in Chernobyl in the moment HA-HA-HA.

I've already made drafts of practically all my requests, but I think I'll do a review and rethink the behavior I give them because, UMH I don't like it.

I don't know, he just hesitated for a moment thinking that where the Reader does something wrong, only the end that all his lover's victims get will await him.

Fanfiction Icks/ Writer/Reader icks

Warnings: This is will contain, dark topics, Swearing and problematic issues

Side notes:

-This is MY opinion, if you don't like it scroll away

-Some of these are very long

-I will keep adding to this for probably any time I get a writing or reader ick

When the reader gets a dog and names it a human name, ain't no body want a dog named Lola. Lola??? Fr???

Describing the 'reader insert' with commonly white features, ex. Straight locs of hair, soft and pale skin (ick), your cute button nose (really???) (Side note, I'm a mixed person but the only white features I have is my skin colour (which is pretty naturally tanned tbh) so you could imagine my annoyance when the author writes the reader with straight hair ect)

Giving us a crap load of trauma with none of it making sense. Like if we experience a traumatic event NO WE ARENT JUST GONNA BRUSH PASS IT???

Making the story an Oc when it's labelled reader insert. Sorry but no surprisingly I do NOT have green eyes and long straight golden blonde locks believe it or not

Making the relationship between the characters seem pedophilic, like why are we 4'9, busty but so skinny, no scars, no ability to defend ourselves, no nothing but we dating ghost? Specifically for war or soldier based readers it's just bad writing at that point

Like 75% of the bnha writing community, that shit is either Rape, Abusive or overall hella dark, this also leads back to number 5, they make us look and act like a literal 8 year old while we work with heroes. Now I'm fine with age regression and stuff like that but in no way is that ever mentioned in the post were just portrayed as a child dating teenagers

Body shaming, why should I be depressed that my body's different from yours? Yes people do want to look different from how they already and yes people get surgeries to change how they look and that's OKAY, I support them! But in no way shape or form should a writer ever make a writing piece about you needing to change your body to please others

Body shaming Pt.2, Writing a character who clearly has a set in stone body type and getting rid of it for a more 'aesthetically pleasing' body type. Re-designing a strong, muscular AFAB character like Korra or Miruko as a weak and less muscular version of themselves without adding an AU or plot where they end up like that takes away representation and the entire purpose of their story, same with only writing AMAB people with strong, muscular and toned body. It's unrealistic and makes your writing displeasurable to read

Any teacher/student type of relationships. I refuse to go explain this, an age gap is completely fine and I sometimes read that but making it between a teacher and any kind of student is extremely unacceptable

Lying about your Homophobia, listen I'm completely fine with you not writing LGBTQ+ pieces because your straight and think you'll mess up, yes that's totally fine but not doing it because you hate the idea of us liking more than one gender or not liking anyone at all than saying you're an ally? Really?

Lying about tags, this is mostly aimed at the people who use she/her or he/him pronouns in fics they've labelled as Gender neutral, come on people YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT

(Jojolover21 reminded me of this one) When you give the reader a set nationality or race, like were not all Americans, I'm Australian and you know damn well if I even SEE LITTLE HINTS that we EVEN SLIGHTY American best believe I'm clicking off. ICKK

This is a VERY personal opinion on this type of writing but Parental issues written poorly, as someone who has experience dealing with abusive parenting or any abusive guardianship relation it pisses me off when I see people who romantise, sexualise or overall shit on the fact that people have shitty parents for the sake of their story. Yes all peoples experiences are different but if we get brutally beaten everyday, we're definitely, One: going to develop some aspects of issues, like traumatic episodes, strict and strange boundaries and types of behaviours who people with normal parents wouldn't have, Two: Going to have to WORK through your issues with said guardian if the reader wants to, no one on gods green earth would wanna talk to their mother after she sold them for no reason like do I really to say that????? And Three: under no circumstances would we all turn out the same (this is about if the abused reader has siblings), if the reader is more physically abused either sexually or aggressively they may act similar to their siblings yes but they won't have the same reactions to their brother for example who got mentally and emotionally abused

On the topic of parents, this is one is kinda nit picky but making the reader an official characters biological kid, especially if the parents are two of the same race, like just say you're not trying to be inclusive cause dya know how EASY it is to write the fact that somebody's adopted?? 'Oh but it won't make it as meaningful, oh woe is me on being called out' Bitch, that's your own writing if you can't write it to be everything you wanna claim it to be don't write it simple 🤷

When the reader has no character development what so ever, for example. Putting the reader in an abusive relationship them realising its abusive AND FINISHING THE STORY OFF WITH THEM IN THE SAME ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP

Meeting LJ

Lj x Gn!Reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: Go easy on me dudes this is my first time posting a story

“Adam wanna come outside and play in the park? We haven't hang out for a while now have we, buddy?” y/n told their 6 year old little brother. Adam was always cooped up in the house since it's been summer break. They felt bad for not being there for him more often. y/n’s work has been taking a load on them.

“Can I please stay here instead? I don’t want to leave LJ pleasee?” Adam pleaded

‘LJ? Who the fuck is that..probably just an imaginary friend or something’

“Oh? Is that your new friend? What do they look like?” y/n asked kinda creeped out about it but shrugged it off wanting to engage a conversation with Adam

“Mhm he keeps me company and he's very funny. His name is Laughing Jack or LJ for short. He has this big long nose and OH! He looks so cool! He wears these black and white clothes and is very tall!” He yelled happily 

‘Dam..That’s not creepy at all’ y/n thought

“Well he can tag along with us. It will be fun, don't you think? Now grab your coat and hat, it's pretty chilly outside” They said cheerily but on the inside they didn't want whatever this creature was, not that it matters he's not real.

“Yes!” He quickly stood up and rushed out the door. y/n sighed and took one last glance around his room before seeing a black shadow dash on the corner of their eye making them spin their head towards that direction. 

“I swear to god. Ghosts not now kill me later- I mean don’t kill me. Fuck go away” y/n hastily said and closed their brother’s room.

Ah yes the park, a lovely place to be in beautiful dandelion flowers are seen along the path towards the playground. Kids swaying on swings, the other slid on the slides. All the elderly people were watching, sitting and observing their children's play. The other moms were gossiping and talking shit of each other 

“Go ahead and play there Adam I’ll join you in a few” y/n said sitting on a bench they watched as he rushed along and verse with other kids. y/n looked up at the sky and closed their eyes thinking of work..No I should push that aside for now they thought.

 Y/n exhaled through their nose and opened their eyes to be welcomed with a demonic looking creature smiling wide at them with pointy yellow teeth and a long cone shaped nose. y/n jolted up and yelped loudly which received weird glances from the people around them. y/n was embarrassed but they glanced around them but whatever the fuck that was seems like it disappeared. That thing looked exactly like Adam’s “friend” according to how he described him. 

“Shit shit what the fuck was that?!” They whisper shouted at themselves now feeling paranoid of their surroundings 

“y/n come join me!” Adam shouted suddenly making them flinch 

“Coming!”

Both siblings played around there for a few hours before y/n decided that they should both leave before it gets dark. The whole time y/n would glance around their surroundings hoping not to see that smiling monochrome creature both of them finally reached the house, for dinner y/n just heated up some leftover food and at that the day was almost over.

“Come on dear brother it’s time for bed” They said as he helped him change his clothes to a more comfier one and tucked him in the bed. “Goodnight Adam I love you” y/n said kissing Adams forehead

“Goodnight y/n and Lj” He smiled at the both of them

y/n felt goosebumps all over their body and left Adam’s room hastily feeling very unsettled.

“Fuking Lj, that creepy bitch. Fuck it I’m not sleeping tonight” They said running into their room scared. 

y/n laid down on their bed and all the lights were on, so is the TV hoping it would distract them from the thought. “I’m a fuking adult. I shouldn't be scared for the love of shit” y/n just stayed there on their bed watching random channels on the TV for hours but the sleepiness took over and they passed out. 

It's been a week since that happened and everything is going strange 1. Someone is leaving candy in front of your doorstep and few small dandelion flowers 2. Adam is always talking to himself in his room 3. A shadowy figure keeps appearing on y/n’s peripheral vision it's making them so paranoid to the point y/n tried calling the police because someone keeps leaving candy and flowers in front of their house but the stupid officers just laughed at them and said it was probably some prank someone is pulling.

“Well fuck you too what if its some stalker leaving candy and flowers or some shit” They muttered to themselves. All sorts of candy were piled on their front door to snickers, skittles, m&m etc. y/n was actually tempted to take one but was too scared to reach for one.

Adam had requested y/n to watch a movie together when they returned from work. He loves watching movies, especially “Scream”. He likes to re-watch it everytime not that y/n is complaining they like Stu Macher and would watch the movie a thousand times just for him. 

They both watched all the scream movies before passing out on the couch. What a lovely night isn't it. I think a Monochromic clown enjoyed it too who y/n seems to have momentarily forgotten about.

y/n slowly woke up from hearing murmurs from his brother

“Adam why are you awake- WHAT THE FUCK GET AWAY FROM HIM” y/n stood up and tried to get closer but some force was not letting them

“y/n! You’re awake and you can see him! This is LJ my friend-” Adam was cut off by y/n

“No no Adam that is not your friend that is some demonic shit and I can’t fucking move! GET OUT OF HERE!” They shouted frustrated in the verge of tears

“Ah aren’t you y/n how adorable” Lj chuckled

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want from us” y/n growled they cant move a limb and remained standing infront of them.

“Don't worry y/n he's very kind and nice and he's not a demon he's a clown!” Adam smiled at you. Oh how innocent this soul is not knowing this clown can kill him any second.

“I don’t want anything from your brother. I want you. Adam, why don't you go to y/n’s room and find a movie for all of us to watch, while I get to know your lovely little sibling.” He smiled his sharp teeth showing  

“Sure!” He stood up from the floor and went upstairs to your room to find a your collection of CDs

“Am I on fuking drugs? Don’t you dare fuking hurt him if you’re actually real. I'm gonna rip your guts out you tall bitch!” y/n shouted but lowered it down hoping Adam won't hear. y/n was scared and confused if this was a dream or not.

“Oh no deary how threatening.. Did you like those candies and dandelions I gave you?” Lj asked hopefully 

“No I fucking hated it! What is it that you want from us bitch” They said glaring at him if only looks can kill. He looked a bit hurt but proceeded 

“Now now I just wanted to make a deal and no you’re not on drugs. I’ve been watching you for a while and I've taken a great liking to you... I like how you take care of your brother and never abandon him. Let me stay here. I wont hurt him or you.” He smiled menacingly 

“What makes you fuking think I’ll believe you? Hell I could actually be dreaming or be dealing with a fuking devil” They said confidently. Poor y/n they really thought it's a dream. The fact that they think that this is all fake is giving them confidence. 

“If this was a dream you would let me rip your brother to shreds then hm?” Lj said in a bit of wonder, smiling very wildly, his sharp, big, and yellow teeth showing. 

“NO! Dont just..fuking hell. What if I deny?” They asked very unsettled. This might be a dream but they will still never let their brother get hurt or killed in any way.

“I’ll rip both of you to shre-” 

“Fine fine you can stay but if you harm a single strand of his hair or hurt him in any fucking way I’ll find a way to get rid of you” They stubled back a bit finally feeling the sensation in their body.

“Hmm will see about that” He grinned

“y/n! Lj! Let’s watch Clueless! I really want to see this one” He cheered coming back to the room, seeming not to notice what they were talking about. 

y/n who was still processing what's going on just nodded as they took the CD from Adam’s hand and loaded it in the CD player. y/n wanted to ask questions but was too afraid. They really hoped it was just a dream or get the balls to ask Lj who the fuck he is and what is he. Lj sat beside y/n making them flinch.

“Don’t be scared now i don't bite” He smirked

“Ye..yeh right” They said nervously and looked away from him