Tim Wright X Reader - Tumblr Posts
okk first off i just found your blog and i love your work! ^^
i was wondering if you could do tim/masky with a girlfriend?
Aw, I appreciate that! ^^
Headcanons coming right up~
Tim\Masky with a S\O
Let's just establish something really quick. Tim and Masky are two separate people. They have separate thoughts, separate opinions, and most of all, separate personalities.
Tim is a nervous wreck with anxiety but is, for the most part, polite and pleasant to talk to.
Masky, on the other hand?
This dude will not hesitate to slit your throat if you so much as roll your eyes at him.
It's only natural, considering Masky was created for the sole purpose of being Slenderman's puppet, whereas Tim tried his best to avoid that.
Because of this, they treat you very, very differently.
You want to have a cuddle sesh with Tim?
He's a bit hesitant but, sure! He'll let you sit on his lap and gradually relax as the minutes tick on.
You wanna do the same with Masky?
Bish, he will slap your hand away before you can even say, "Can we cuddle?"
Then stomp off with the declaration, "That stuff is bullshit."
He is not the most lovable guy, lemme just say.
In fact, he's borderline abusive.
Masky sees the idea of "love" as something for wimps and wants no part in it.
That doesn't stop Tim from dating you, though.
He's so happy to have you be a part of his life. After everything that went down between him and Brian, after everything that he did, all of the mistakes he's made, he's convinced himself that he isn't worthy of affection. That he deserves this and couldn't even escape if he tried.
Tim enjoys listening to your voice, and he'll quickly fall asleep to it if given the chance. Especially if you run your fingers through his hair.
On a day that Masky isn't entirely royally pissed off at the world and everyone in it, maybe you can get him to stand beside you without flinching away as if you carry some kind of deadly disease.
At the height of his affection, he might encourage you on something you're doing, or give your back a rough pat.
Don't expect anything more, though.
Tim adores you, Masky lowkey despises you. He views you as incapable and a liability.
Good luck getting that to change.
Started writing a tim wright/masky x reader fanfic!!!
Will have lots of hurt/comfort (yum yum)
First chapter is up on both wattpad and ao3!
2nd chapter of my tim wright/masky x reader fanfic is up now on both ao3 and wattpad!!!
Will have delicious hurt/comfort :)
happy almost halloween marble hornets nation!!!
Some doodles of tim from my post-marble hornets winter fanfic... i lurv him... gaAHHH
read the oneshot here :) :
car seat headrest lyrics and marble hornets...
Something i thought of from my tim wright x reader fanfic..
Chapter 3 up now!!!
Because you're his || Masky
Pairing : Tim Wright × Reader
Genre : Yandere
Warnings: A lot of violent toughs and a dumb boyfriend
Summary : He's always wondered if she was still thinking about him. Now it was time to really find out.
Wordcount: 1.2k
[ A/N: This one's for Cliché Videostar (someone on Quotev), sorry for the long wait. Ps, Marble Hornets scary as shit. Anyway, Enjoy!]
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His mind is focused at the road in front of him. Bags are under his eyes of sleep deprivation, but he can't bring himself to sleep.
After all, he hasn't neared his destination just yet.
He's always wondered if she was still thinking about him. Now it was time to really find out.
It's been about 4 years since he's seen her, so he really hopes that she hasn't changed.
He glances at the white mask in the bag in the passenger seat, and is almost overcome with an urge to relive it.
After all, α new town, α new start.
- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ
You hum to yourself as you watch the movie on the screen, barely singing allong to it.
You've seen this movie over a twenty times, yet it still captures you as it once did.
And so you're shaken up when the doorbell suddenly rings, and you barely spill the popcorn in your grasp over your couch.
" Babe! Can you get it?!" Your boyfriend yells from upstairs.
You grumble but yell out a reply as you get up, silently complaining about who would dare to disturb you at this hour of the night.
You look out of your front window, and tick on it when you don't see anyone.
The person who turns to face you makes your heart skip a beat.
Tim.
Your friend.
Or well, he was your friend.
Until you moved away 4 years ago.
" Babe! Is it a stranger?! " Jack yells suddenly, making you break the intense eye contact you held with Tim.
" No! It's an old friend of mine. Don't worry!" You yell back.
Moments later you're opening up the front door and the two of you are studying each other for the changes you've gone trough before you break it.
" So, what are you doing here?" You ask him, making him stop checking you out and look at your eyes.
Tim licks his lips and looks away for a short moment.
Ł'vɇ ₭łⱡⱡɇđ ø₣₣ ₳ ₩ⱨøⱡɇ ₮ø₩₦ ₳₦đ ₦ø₩ ₮ⱨɇɏ ₳ɽɇ ₵ⱡø₴ɇ ₮ø ₣ł₦đł₦₲ øʉ₮, ₴ø Ł'vɇ đɇ₵łđɇđ ₮ø ₥øvɇ ø₦.
" I wanted to get in touch with you again. A lot has happened in these past four years, and I just..... Needed, to see you." He says as he looks off to the side, hoping you buy his lie.
" It's been four years Tim. What made you unable to come any sooner?" You ask him sharply, not about to let him in just yet.
" Everyone's dead. Jay, Jessica, Brain, everyone." He doesn't look at you as he tells you.
₦ø₩ ₮ⱨ₳₮ Ł ₮ⱨł₦₭ ₳฿øʉ₮ ł₮? ₩ⱨɏ đłđ₦'₮ ɏøʉ đłɇ ₩ł₮ⱨ ₮ⱨɇ₥.
You gasp and step back a bit.
" What? How? What happened?" You ask him concerned, not understanding how this could happen.
" Alex killed everyone." Tim says, now turning his gaze back onto you.
Your eyes widen even further, not believing the words which leave his mouth.
Øⱨ Ł ₴ɇɇ, ɏøʉ'ɽɇ ₮øø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ₭łⱡⱡ.
You turn silent at his answer, tough there is an unquestionable question in your eyes.
" He got away. I don't know what happened to him." Tim lies smoothly again.
You look even further afraid of that.
Đø₦'₮ ₩øɽɽɏ, ₮ⱨɇ ø₦ⱡɏ ø₦ɇ ₩ⱨø'ⱡⱡ ɇvɇɽ ₵₳ʉ₴ɇ ɏøʉ ₱₳ł₦ ₩łⱡⱡ ฿ɇ ₥ɇ. Ɏøʉ ₥ł₲ⱨ₮ ฿ɇ ₮ø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ₭łⱡⱡ, ฿ʉ₮ ₳ɽɇ ɏøʉ ₮ø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ⱨʉɽ₮ ₮øø?
" Babe? Who's this? Is everything okay here?" Your boyfriend Jack comes up behind you and looks at Tim.
฿₳฿Ɇ?
" I'm Tim, a childhood friend of Y/N." Tim tells him smoothly.
Your boyfriend turn to look at you for confirmation, but you're too far sunk away in your toughs to process the current situation.
Jack looks concerned, but Tim is quick to explain before Jack can snap you out of your state and let the male send him away.
" She just heard that her friends were killed by one of our own, I think she's having a hard time." Tim's excuse is poorly put into words, but he knows no better as someone with barely any feelings.
" Oh. Damn, I'm sorry to hear this. You must've driven a shit end if you're here at this time of the night to tell her. Please, come in. Want something to drink?" Jack asks as he wordlessly leads you gently back inside as Tim closes the door behind the three of you.
" Some tea would be nice." Tim tells him as he takes his shoes off.
Jack nods, and after he drops you off in the livingroom, he makes his way to the kitchen.
" Are you okay?" Tim asks you, already crossing the line as he sits too close to you.
You shake your head and nod, still not in the right mind to process the current situation.
" I'm fine." You squeak out.
Tim takes the fragile response as a opportunity to wrap his arms around you, and to try and pull you into his embrace.
You push him away, and at that exact moment, Jack walks in.
Jack looks between the two of you before taking your hand and whispering something in your ear, to which you nod and Tim sharpens his gaze.
Đø₦'₮ ₮₳ⱡ₭ ₮ø ₥ɏ ₱ɽø₱ɇɽ₮ɏ.
You walk away, and Jack turns to Tim with his arms crossed.
" Look, I don't want to misinterpret the situation or something, but it seemed as if you were trying to make a move on my girlfriend." Jack says, as Tim just blinks due to his tiredness.
" Alright, um, where do you stay for tonight?" Jack asks, as Tim looks around in panic.
Ɏøʉɽ ⱨøʉ₴ɇ.
" I, uh, didn't really think that trough to be honest." Tim says, scratching the back of his neck.
" Fine. You can stay here for the night. You can sleep on the couch."
- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ
" Listen. I don't know, I know that he's my childhood friend and all that, but there's just something.... Weird, about him. I don't know. He's just looking at me differently... Or something. I don't know. I just- I don't trust him."
Tim hears you as he passed by your bedroom the next morning, making his hand ball into a fist.
₩ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱨɇ ₣ʉ₵₭? Ł'ⱡⱡ ₥₳₭ɇ ɏøʉ ɽɇ₲ɽɇ₮ ₴₱ɇ₳₭ł₦₲ ₮ⱨø₴ɇ ₩øɽđ₴ ₳฿øʉ₮ ₥ɇ.
" He's just had it rough too, baby. Just give him some time." He hears your boyfriend tell you.
₴₮ʉ₱łđ ₳₴₴ⱨøⱡɇ, đø₦'₮ ₳₵₮ ₴₩ɇɇ₮ ₩ⱨɇ₦ ɏøʉ'vɇ ₮₳₭ɇ₦ ₩ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥ł₦ɇ.
" Fine. But he really can't stay over tonight." You tell Jack.
Tim clenches his fists.
He'll work this out.
- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ - ϝυƈƙιɳɠ
Tim eyes the sleeping couple trough the eye holes of his mask. The both of you are asleep, your guard down, before looking at the weapon in the palm of his hand.
It's shine may be long gone because of the amount of dead blood that's on it, but that never made it any of less worth than it is now.
You were smart. He had to give you on account for that.
Your boyfriend should really have listened to you.
A sadistic smile makes it's way to his face as he starts swinging his weapon.
Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ - ϝυƈƙιɳɠ - ɱιɳҽ
Masky/Tim NSFW hc's
Has a collar. Will use said collar Choking your ass as he fucks you from behind Will put his fingers in your mouth to stretch it from behind No foreplay You take his cock When he wants, when you want Didn't matter to him Anywhere, anytime, by any means Bro lives for head Give him head Praise him about how good he feels How deep he is He will fucking melt Let him cum in you He loves watching his cum drip out of you as you drool
Uhm could you do Tim Wright x CryptidHunter! Reader? Or him w someone who really really loves talking about things like Bigfoot and the Mothman? Kinda random but plz? (Not self projection/j)
A/n: i did not knew what a cryptid hunter is i still dont because i looked it up and i found nothing so we will just stick to the talking stuff also i didnt knew what the Mothman (sorry am not american)
Warnings: nothing just curse words as always
Am gonna be totally honest he thinks those myths are fucking stupid
He barely belived that the Operator existed but am quessing this is set before the whole alex jay thing so was still very stubborn at that time
Would lisend to you rant about those things of corse because hes a good frend/boyfrend
He would maybe belive some stuff if you acually say stuff that makes sense enough to comvidence him but it never hapened yet
Even if he wont admit it he likes seeing you get all exited
And that you acually have a strong interest in something wich is something he barely got to have growing up in a mental hospital
He wont admit it eather but he would acually start to like lisening to your myths and theories even if he dosent belives on them
𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐂
ft. Timothy Wright, Brian Thomas, mentions of Jay and Alex.
cw. smoking, mentions of death & pills, fem!reader.
a/n. i miss brian so much, can’t even tell u how much. when i finished the series, i sobbed so hard. poor timmy :((((
When it comes to falling in love with Tim, it'd be in college before Marble Hornets. You two might have met through Brian when the three of you met for a cheap dinner. Being college kids means that money is tight and fresh foods might not be all that accessible all the time.
When Tim first met you, he was admittedly a little timid. He never really had a heart struck moment like then. The way you joked around, your smile and overall being had brought him butterflies and sweaty palms. Of course, Brian knew what he was doing when he brought you along for dinner that night.
After that night, the two of you communicated over the phone and sometimes met up. The three of you, Brian, Tim and yourself, had formed an unofficial friend group. It was lovely having two friends that would make your life a little more interesting. With Tim, he tried to impress you a little by showing you what he was studying currently and topics within the subject. He wasn't one to show off his collections that he didn't own or even go on thrill seeking adventures. He was realistic but had hope that you'd accept him for who he was. In the end, his subtle charms worked when the two of you went on a casual date.
Tim was content for the first time, pushing the negativity from his fucked up past away. He couldn't ruin the second good thing in his life. The first was Brian becoming his friend, his first true friend. Now, you came into his life and lit his heart on fire with intense emotions. He wanted to protect you, hell, he wanted to stay with you forever if he could feel like this.
The dates became regular. Between classes, you'd make a quick coffee run a date. Even though the both of you were undoubtedly tired, you two still made the best out of what you had. One thing that wasn't a date was his doctor visits.
It was odd, he wouldn't tell you about what was going on. The weekly visits were always hush hush. When you asked about how it went, he would say good. Period. Nothing else about it. The topic must have been sensitive, you could tell from a mile away. In the end, pushing him would only end up with Tim either ignoring you for a short period of time or snapping at you to stop. That was the only untouched topic of the relationship.
Despite that, Tim is a loving man. He cares for you when you're sick, on your period or when you accidentally sprain your ankle. He does the best he can every time, kissing the top of your head with such endearment. He'll cook the most basic things but the effort is what he masters at. He puts energy into the things that will affect you, he wants you to shake off this illness unlike him. He still suffers from his, making him protective over you.
When Marble Hornets is being filmed, there was a shift in Tim's behaviour, Brian as well. This Alex guy must have irritated the both of them, you think. You decide to ask Brian about what's going on and he can't even give a straight answer, shrugging it off. The confusion will set in however it would be forgotten until Jay reappears in your lives.
It had been years since the filming, why now? Apparently Jay had been snooping around for quite some time now. Tim had come home more aggravated than usual, pulling you in for a tight embrace after dry swallowing a pill. Something was wrong, very wrong. You could smell it in the air, in his cigarette smelling shirt. You had begged him to let you in for once, pleading to tell you what had happened that left him so traumatized.
Tim will only explain it so that you won't go off on your own or to Jay. Either choice would end up with you getting too deep into something you shouldn't have even looked at. He'll explain why he goes to the doctors, the pills and then what Jay is doing. He'll tell you to avoid Alex Kralie, do what you have to do to stay away from him. He'll even encourage you to buy a gun if you have to as Alex has that height on you, weight even. He could take you just as easily as a small rock without remorse.
You wanted to ask Brian about this but he was gone. Just. . gone. There wasn't a note, text message, phone call, voice message. . nothing. One of your best friends disappeared into the wind. It confused you, why would he leave everyone behind? Tim could only tell you that he will be fine, Brian finds a way out always.
The next step was taken when that hooded man broke into your's and Tim's house while you were asleep. Tim was thrown into a coughing fit and seizure. Yet, you didn't wake up until you heard the door slam behind him. Shaken by the bizarre action, you search the house and find the small bin that held his medication knocked over. The bottle was missing, his bottle of pills. The only thing you could think to do was call Jay and ask if you could come over to his motel room.
When you arrive at his room, you told him what happened or least what you think happened. Breaking down, you sob to your new friend and admit your fears of what Tim had shifted into; the mood swings, the pills being taken more than usual, chain smoking. . it made you so scared for the future. Jay had comforted you the best he could, allowing you to sleep in the extra bed until later. He had woken you up and then the unimaginable happened after a brief tracking. .
Timothy had attacked you and Jay.
It was a moment you never forgot, bits and pieces still foggy in the back of your mind after you woke up in the shed with Jay, Tim not too far off. You were disoriented and relied on your lover to carry you back to the car, legs too sore from whatever happened. In some sort of natural alarm, your body told you to run away. You didn't.
The entire time Jay was with Tim, you had fallen 'ill' to the sickness. There was these hallucinations, the bloody noses, confusion. . Tim had been stretched thin, so, you didn't tell him. He knew something was off but he pushed it aside, telling himself that you were fine, everything was fine with you.
Everything was fine when he made love to you when he could but it was few and between movements of motels. Tim still loved you, despite his night and day 'mood' changes. He tried to give you everything but everyone was just. . messed up. He just wished he never signed up for that stupid little thing. Maybe he wouldn't of infected everyone.
But when the end was near, when he almost escaped clean, he broke. Tim had killed not only Alex but his best friend, Brian. Everything was in shambles, he just hoped--hell, prayed that you were still at the motel room that you rented for the time being.
When he returned from that life changing scene, he was covered in blood and disoriented. You had assumed the worst and began to silently help him out of the clothes that smelled of iron. You made him shower, sitting in the tub while you wrapped your arms around his torso, wondering if the shower would hide your own warm tears. He was numb, you were a little numb too. Yet, you were withholding something that might help him regain a little humanity. You felt guilty, face pressing into the shoulder blade of your lover.
The following days, you packed up whatever you had left from your bag, ready to move on from this town. Tim was silent, unwilling to speak unless it was easy answers. The acts of affection had been soft yet fearful. He didn't want you to disappear or he didn't want you to get hurt by him. Even though you forgave him, Tim still felt his guts twist.
He threw away the mask, the two of you said goodbye to Jessica and made your way away from the town.
On the drive, after he flipped the camera around, you took his free hand and placed it on your stomach. With such tenderness, you smiled and hoped he would understand.
Maybe a baby to light his way would help him heal.
