based on my previous post (here!) that i still had Thoughts about
summary: tim doesn't kiss you often, but when he does, it looks something like this.
wc: 1k
worth the wait
tim wright wasn’t really a kisser. that much became obvious very early on, when you’d peck his cheek casually, but you noticed he’d never do the same. the most you’d get affection-wise on a casual, everyday basis was a squeeze on the shoulder, or maybe a hug if he was feeling sappy.
he knew that you noticed, of course. and he didn’t want you feeling insecure about it, but nor could he force himself to do what didn’t come so easily.
“i’d just prefer to kiss you… y’know, when i can enjoy it. when we both can,” he explained to you once.
and that kinda sucked, but… it was fair. between literal murders, dealing with other murderers and psychos, and the general chaos that came with being who you both were, his stance was at least mostly understandable.
so you couldn’t hate him for it. you didn’t press. you just let him do what was comfortable for him, and you did the same.
tonight, you were home alone, reading a magazine on the couch lazily. probably about to drift off to sleep soon; it’d been a long day.
but you sat up straighter when you heard the door open, craning your neck to see tim trudging past the threshold, sluggishly kicking his boots off in the entryway.
“i’m back,” he announced, sounding more subdued than usual. less exasperated than he’d usually be after a long day (which you assumed he had, coming back this late).
“welcome,” you offered back, tilting your head as you slowly closed your magazine.
he wasted no time after those boots were off, making a straight path to where you sat on the couch. one arm braced against the arm of the couch as he leaned in, the other—faintly dirt-scented but clean enough—came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just right so he could kiss you. right on the lips.
a tiny surprised exhale left your nose, but you easily adjusted to the touch, your own hand coming up to rest over his, keeping the warmth of his palm against your cheek.
“missed you,” he muttered simply as he pulled away, not going far. “can i sit?”
that was an easy yes from you. you scooted a little to give him space… only to be hauled into his lap as soon as he sat down, your thighs on either side of his hips as he pulled you into another kiss, this time with a hand at your nape to keep you against him. not that you were going anywhere.
the kiss was slow and sweet, thickening the air like molasses as you both melted into it. you could feel the way tim started to relax beneath you, that permanent tension in his muscles easing just the tiniest bit.
your hands found his shoulders, gently pressing and squeezing muscles with the intention of coaxing some more of that stress away. you were spurred on by little noises from him: a sigh through his nose, a satisfied hum against your lips, a gasp when your hands worked up to his neck and your thumb brushed his jugular.
his own hands were moving, but with a little less purpose. just an easy squeeze on your thigh, and another hand toying with the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. lazy movements that told you he was really relaxing for once—and that you seemed to be the catalyst of that response.
“you’re an angel,” he murmured between those slow kisses, half-muffled as your lips kept brushing together. “my angel.”
his hand on your thigh tightened, a possessive squeeze that was over as soon as it began, the hold turning right back into gentle pressure, accompanied with a brush of his thumb that almost seemed to be apologizing for breaking that gentleness, even if it was just a brief squeeze.
you stayed like that for a while, lips pressed together—no teeth or tongue yet, just softness—your hands on his neck and shoulders, his lazily draped on your neck and thigh, until tim gave a little roll of his shoulders, testing the loss of tension. with an approving hum he took your wrists, guiding your arms into a loose drape around his neck. he hauled you closer by your hips next, close enough now that your torsos were pressed together, and you could feel the solid warmth of him beneath his flannel.
his thumbs caught the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding up with a controlled pace that gave you plenty of time to push him away. but you didn’t, and his hands found the skin of your waist, calloused palms flattening against plush skin.
“so warm,” he whispered appraisingly, thumbs brushing back and forth like slow, slow metronomes. “so soft…”
he took his sweet time exploring your skin, hands spending several seconds on each little spot they came to rest against: the small of your back, your spine, the sides of your pelvis, the bottom of your ribcage, your belly…
eventually he deigned to deepen the kiss (after, what, thirty minutes like this?), lips parting to press his tongue against your lower lip, patient but imploring. and when you opened your mouth just that little bit to let him in, his hands pressed insistently against your back, holding you flush against his chest.
you aren’t sure how long you spent like that—kissing slowly, more passionately for a while, then declining again like a steady slope, all the while being soothed and caressed by calloused hands—but at last you parted, breathing slow, the air between you two warm and thick and sweet.
tim shifted the two of you so you were laying on the couch (somewhat awkwardly, but both too melty to care), his arms still fast around you.
His lips found your temple, then the top of your head, lingering as ever as he breathed in your scent.
“love you,” he muttered, the sound muffled against your scalp.
you found yourself smiling sleepily, your cheek smushed against his chest as your eyes fluttered shut, perfectly content to fall asleep right there.
“love you too,” you mutter right back, your own voice muffled against his smoke-scented flannel.
tim didn’t kiss you often, but when he did… it was worth the wait.
I saw one of your fanfics and I was SURPRISED. I am actually surprised like I was giggling the whole time when I came across one of your fanfics ( your so talented 🥹💞 )
I have one request:3!! On how would the creeps kiss reader 🫶
Eat well, take care ! 💖
ohh... it WILL be done...
warnings: mildly suggestive with this one you guys.....
how the creeps kiss you (hcs)
characters: jane the killer, nina the killer, jeff the killer, ej, brian thomas/hoodie, tim wright/masky
jane
୨୧ she likes to take things slow
୨୧ very gentle to start out, gentle kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose bridge... corners of your mouth...
୨୧ working her way to your lips, and still being so gentle <3
୨୧ she loooves taking her time, just showing appreciation and affection
୨୧ she will literally tell you to slow down if you try to speed things up... she's just enjoying herself
୨୧ gentle touches are a must too
୨୧ hands in your hair, rubbing circles on your back, fingers creeping under your clothes (not inherently inappropriately, just wanting to feel your skin)
୨୧ she's not the biggest fan of quick kisses, she'd much rather take her time and worship you <3
nina
𑄝 nina's kisses can only be described as highly energetic; other than that, they don't share much similarity
𑄝 quick pecks, passionate smushes of your lips, makeout sessions that can last anywhere from ten seconds to an hour...
𑄝 it really depends on her mood
𑄝 no matter how she's kissing you though, she loves holding your hand :3
𑄝 squeezing the life out of it when she gets those butterflies you give her
𑄝 it's very rare for her to feel gentle or mellow enough for something soft, but when she is she'll rub her thumb over your knuckles slowly
𑄝 she's also obsessed with kissing your neck... it's just so warm <3
𑄝 be warned though... she bites...
jeff
☺︎ oh god... i know this man kisses NASTY
☺︎ like. hands fisted in your hair or squeezing your nape, choking you with his tongue...
☺︎ in front of people too, he does NOT care where you are
☺︎ honestly that's probably how he greets you ToT like just a three-second micro-makeout session before he's pulling away like nothing happened
☺︎ needless to say, he doesn't do cute kisses </3
☺︎ his version of a sweet cheek kiss, or a little peck, is kissing your neck and licking your pulse point to feel your pulse on his tongue
☺︎ freak mode is NEVER off with him, he'll be doing all that with ej or someone else standing two feet away ToT
eyeless jack
𓄧 hear me out. he loves using his tongue
𓄧 not necessarily in a freaky way though (glances accusingly at jeff), he just thinks it's fun to tease you
𓄧 and also he likes how you taste
𓄧 even if he's just giving you a cute lil peck, he's apt to run his tongue over your lower lip for half a second
𓄧 it makes the hassle of moving his mask up 200% worth it
𓄧 he really doesn't like using his teeth though, he's scared it'll make him go nuts in a very bad way
𓄧 so. just tongue. just an absolutely heinous amount of tongue
𓄧 oh and hands on your waist. always. (drops the microphone)
brian thomas/hoodie
⚯ sweet boy..... sweet kisses...
⚯ he looves kissing you, he's never once been shy to give you a theatrical peck on the cheek, kiss your hand, kiss the top of your head during a hug, etc etc
⚯ that being said, he's more of a giver when it comes to kisses
⚯ he does love kissing you on the lips, but he likes kissing you everywhere else even more
⚯ even during makeout sessions, he'll pause every minute or so to pepper kisses all over your face and neck as well
⚯ and he's always got the biggest smile too.... just happy to be there with you <3
⚯ he's most likely got you wrapped in a bear hug while kissing you; either that or he's running his hands up and down your arms soothingly
tim wright/masky
⦻ i fear... he is not much of a kisser
⦻ most of the time, i mean
⦻ he's too stressed </3 and he would prefer to kiss you "when he can enjoy it," as he told you once
⦻ but when he's in the mood? he makes up for alllll that lost time
⦻ and he finds that it actually helps him relax, just kissing you slow in a quiet room, warm skin under his hands, soft lips against his...
⦻ he kisses with a controlled, almost lazy kind of slowness, which turns into something more passionate as time stretches
⦻ and time will stretch. he'll keep you right there for HOURS if he can
⦻ he's perfectly satisfied just kissing, doing absolutely nothing more, just enjoying your presence and the effect it has on him
tysm for this request!!! i took a slightly bolder direction with this (by my own standards), so i hope it turned out well! ^w^
Hellooo I really loved reading your Star Wars characters react to your new haircut hc’s and was wondering if you could write a set with the bad batch and/or other clones doing the same? Hope you have a wonderful day xx
🗡 FIRST thing he says to you is about your hair; he spotted it before you even approached (!?)
"new hair?"
🗡 ^ that's about as much of an invitation to talk about it as you'll get
🗡 he'd love to hear it! but he's not gonna press
🗡 and that's also your one and only opportunity to say you don't want to be teased about it... otherwise he's not immune to ribbing you </3
🗡 but dw, he'll still reassure you that it looks great (he can guarantee that he's seen much worse on clones if you think it's bad... the haircuts some of those clones get are actually diabolical)
crosshair
⌖ he noticed it from afar, but unlike hunter he will not be saying anything at first
⌖ what he WILL be doing is pointedly staring at your hair to see if he can get YOU to bring it up first
⌖ this man is so petty... he's not gonna bring it up at all until you mention it
⌖ which you will. because he will not stop staring ToT
⌖ and when you do say something (even if it's just a short "i cut/dyed my hair")? he brushes it off immediately with an affirmative "hm"
⌖ that's about as much of a reaction as you'll get </3 which is an anticlimactic end to that EXCESSIVE staring
⌖ however... if and when the other batchers start making fun of you?
⌖ he won't join in right away, but after they've quieted down he'll tell you that he likes it
⌖ well. he says "it suits you," but from him that's basically a sonnet /j
wrecker
☠︎︎ he doesn't notice right away
☠︎︎ but he knows something is different... and it's bothering him that he can't figure it out
☠︎︎ so he'll end up just asking you point blank what you did differently
☠︎︎ and when you say it's your hair? he bursts out laughing ToT
☠︎︎ not at you! mostly at himself (especially if it was a drastic change)
☠︎︎ only when he's finished laughing will he tell you that it looks great :)
☠︎︎ but he won't stop there. he'll throw in a few more obscure (?) comments/compliments
"you totally look like you're ready for war!"
☠︎︎ he means well </3 he's trying to say you look good!
☠︎︎ does that mean that he won't partake in making fun of you if someone else starts it, though? nope. he is not immune :/
tech
⚯ he doesn't really pay attention to appearances all that much, honestly
⚯ but he'll still notice if something changes, and he definitely noticed your new hair
"you changed your hair."
⚯ he says it like he's confused, like he has no idea why you'd do that ToT
⚯ if you try to explain yourself, he just goes "oh" and moves on
⚯ he's not gonna compliment you at first... he needs to adjust before he forms an opinion </3
⚯ he is the ONLY one here who will not only abstain from making fun of you, but will defend you if and when the others DO make fun of you
⚯ and only then does he decide that... yeah, he likes it
⚯ or maybe he just thinks you're cute all the time
echo
✋︎ he notices right away, but doesn't think to say anything
✋︎ he will absolutely nickname you "haircut" or "[new color]-hair" for a few days though (or even "baldie" if you cut ALL your hair off... which like.. girl you can't speak here)
✋︎ his subtle (kinda teasing) way of letting you know he noticed
✋︎ he'll join in a little if the others start ribbing you, but he's definitely more restrained about it
✋︎ because ultimately he does NOT want you getting insecure at all
✋︎ and that's why he'll wait until you're alone to tell you that he thinks it suits you well, and it looks fantastic :)
✋︎ accompanied by a semi-awkward head pat/hair ruffle
✋︎ (which is just an excuse to touch your new hair... but we don't have to bring that up)
oughhgh... my husbands..
tysm for this request!! and thank you for reading one of my earliest posts on this blog ToT absolute callback here <3 /pos
Headcanons for Tim Wright with an S/O who loves music? Especially singing along when he plays
match made in heaven... but also hell kinda /j
tim with a partner who loves music (hcs)
⦻ the exact MILLISECOND you tell this man you're rlly into music? oh he goes ballistic
⦻ like. a full hour (probably more) of ranting, showing you cds, asking if you've heard of this band and another... throwing in a few casual "we should go to their concert"-s
⦻ mega bonus points if you also start ranting and showing him cds! he's always down to listen to new stuff
⦻ on that note tho... he's not gonna hide it if he thinks something you like is dogshit ToT and he expects you to do the same! (he knows a lot of the stuff he likes is kinda. niche, shall we say)
"babe... i love you but i am never listening to this again... it's terrible"
⦻ we love a blunt princess with a disorder <3
⦻ that being said... you guys spend HOURS curating playlists and mixtapes of music you can agree on
⦻ and he learns to play some of your favorites (both yours and his)!
⦻ not all of them... it would be an impossible task (you guys like wayyy too many songs when combined)
⦻ he'll play guitar, you'll sing... you guys can spend a whole day like that!
⦻ he may or may not have recorded a few of these little sessions you share... just to play them when he's alone and missing you <3
writing for tim feels like winning in life honestly. anyways thank you so much for this request!!! and thanks for reading, take care lovelies <3
a/n: okay so i'm not strictly adhering to lore here. call it an au if you want, i'm taking some bits and leaving some bits. this is an extremely self indulgent fic, i fucking love security breach and i miss fics like these </3 so enjoyyy
wc: 1.7k
sleepless nights and... animatronics, apparently
part one!
Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. An over-branded mouthful, honestly. You’d never heard of the place, but when you mentioned it in front of your older relatives, they seemed to recognize the franchise. Or some older version of it. You didn’t read too much into it.
All that you knew (and cared about) was that you’d finally landed a job in this atrocious job market, and that it paid well.
And now, for the second time (the first being your interview), you were faced with the ridiculously large complex with the neon sign that was bigger than your house.
It was surprisingly busy for a weekday, but most schools should’ve been out at the grand hour of five PM, so maybe it wasn’t surprising.
The place was absolutely swarming. Kids skipping to the entrance with huge grins, shouting for their parents to walk faster. Long lines at the gates, tired employees working as fast as they could to strap wristbands on tiny arms and hand out one of a dozen different passes to each kid.
The air was thick. Warm on your skin—not exactly a comfort in summer—sharp and musty in your nose, booming in your ears… the place was the definition of buzzing. But maybe not entirely awful; one of the many smells drifting around was food. What kind, you weren’t sure. But it didn’t smell bad. And half of the noise was kids’ laughter and excited shouts. Watching those smiles, you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of your own mouth.
You managed to navigate to the offices; the one spot in this massive structure that you’d seen so far. Past an inconspicuous door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY.
You were an employee now, right? It still felt kind of weird pushing through that door and just… wandering down that little hallway.
Pausing outside the door you’d interviewed in—the one that had a little gold plate that said Management—you raised your hand to knock… and hesitated.
You could hear voices inside. As much as you tried not to eavesdrop, it was kind of difficult with how clear you could hear the conversation.
A more masculine voice. Your interviewer, you vaguely recognized.
“I don’t care that you prefer to work nights alone. With everything that’s been happening, we need more night staff.”
In reply, a more feminine voice. Younger. Sharper.
“To do what? The night shift workload is completely manageable with one person. We have security bots that do half the work already!”
Your fist hovered over the door. Damn your own curiosity.
“Vanessa, we can’t afford to have any more incidents. It’s just a preventative measure.”
There was a pause. When the woman spoke again, her voice was low. Almost a whisper.
“Sir, I have been personally investigating those disappearances. And I’ve been implementing my own measures to prevent any more from happening.”
Did you… hear that right? Suddenly this didn’t feel like a conversation you should be listening to. The man was mid-reply when you knocked at last, three sharp raps that cut him off. He beckoned for you to come in.
When you pushed that door open, smile plastered on your face, you’d never guess that they’d just been having a seemingly dark conversation. There was the man who interviewed you—some middle-aged white guy with a very forgettable face (no offense to him)—and a girl, blonde, probably not much older than you, but with bags under her eyes more characteristic of someone twice her age.
She smiled thinly, rising to extend a hand to you as the manager spoke.
“Y/n, this is Vanessa. She’s our night guard; you’ll be working together directly.”
“Partially,” Vanessa corrected, giving your hand a firm shake. “I do security. You’ll be doing…”
She looked at the manager. He perked up, floundering for a moment. “Well, I’ve created an itinerary… just little tasks I’ve stolen from the closers. It’ll keep you plenty busy for the night. But you will be checking in with each other frequently,” he added, almost like a reprimand, with a not-so-subtle look at Vanessa. “Safety reasons.”
“Of course,” you agreed, nodding at both of them.
Vanessa’s lip twitched. “Yeah.”
The manager cleared his throat, shuffling papers around his desk. “Uh, since you won’t really be doing security, you won’t be training with Vanessa.”
“Makes sense,” you muttered.
“Vanessa, if you could just get Y/n situated with a uniform, I’ll have Payton come fetch them from the employee locker room,” the manager prattled, already reaching for his phone.
Vanessa nodded stiffly, making for the door. You took the hint to follow.
“Uniform’s simple,” Vanessa explained, tilting her head at you as you walked. “Just the polo; you can wear whatever you want below that. Some kids around here wear skirts. Most wear jeans or something. You can wear a jacket, but it has to be our brand.”
You raised an eyebrow. Vanessa snorted. “Stupid, I know. At least it’s free.”
She turned abruptly into a little closet, stooping to fish a shirt from a box. She extended it to you lazily, nodding to the end of the hall. “Locker rooms are just that door at the very end. I’ll meet you by the entrance at close.”
She gave a halfhearted wave, already heading in the opposite direction.
“See you then,” you muttered, though you doubted she heard.
The locker room was quiet while you changed in the single bathroom stall, but you heard the door open just as you were looking for a free locker for your bag.
“Newbie?” A voice called.
“Uh, Payton, right?”
A bleached-blonde teen saluted you, the dozen pins on their jacket clicking at the motion. “That’s me.”
Your eyes landed on the… green glitter(?) coating their hands. They followed your gaze, turning their hands in front of them with a laugh. “I usually work in the daycare. But I’ve been all over.”
“There’s a daycare here?”
“You didn’t know? There’s a lot of stuff here. I feel like even I’m still learning—just today I found out that we make tacos.”
They jabbed a thumb at the door, one hand fiddling with a lanyard while they walked. “I’d give you the full tour, but that’d take your whole shift, and I’m leaving in two hours.”
You followed them out into the main area, weaving through groups of kids and teens and parents. Above all the racket, music started booming. Payton seemed to perk up, turning around to face you with a grin.
“Ooh, they’re doing the closing performance! C’mon, you gotta see this.”
You ducked into an elevator, watching Payton bob their head to the music. You couldn’t help but join—the music was admittedly catchy. Very… retro.
When the doors opened… you were met with a massive open space. There were shopping malls smaller than what you were looking at. Multiple levels, huge neon signs littered everywhere, escalators and stairs, fountains…
You didn’t have time to gawk too much. Payton was hurrying down an escalator towards the source of the music (and beams of flashing lights): a stage.
“I don’t get to see these guys perform very often,” they explained breathlessly, practically shouting over the noise. “But it’s totally my guilty pleasure.”
Honestly, you couldn’t blame them for that. For one, the music was pretty good, and two… as you approached the stage, you realized that there were animatronics moving about. You’d assumed they were people from afar, and even now you questioned if they were people in suits.
“Those are… robots?”
“Our animatronic mascots!” Payton announced grandly, gesturing with both hands to the stage. “Pretty cool, huh? They’re hella advanced!”
“That’s a word for it,” you breathed. Then, louder for Payton to hear: “Nothing like what I’m used to.”
Payton laughed, nodding. “Yeah, these aren’t those cruddy chuck-e-cheese puppets—not by a long shot.”
You just hummed, watching the four move across the flashing stage, strumming guitars, mashing keyboards, twirling a microphone like a baton… it was surreal.
“We missed the intro,” Payton began again, leaning in to speak, “but that one’s Freddy!”
They gestured to the one with the microphone. The kids seemed more enamored with him; jumping and clapping whenever he got close to the stage’s edge. He was quite literally the poster boy, and he looked the part. Bright colors, an inoffensive face—he looked like he was constantly smiling. It made your own lips curve into a grin.
“Chica,” Payton went on, pointing to a pink-clad bird animatronic. She was strumming a guitar with casual flourishes, glancing around at the other animatronics like she was just happy to be up there with them. Somehow, you decided that she was the friendliest among the four. From what you could gather by looking at a performance, anyhow.
“Roxy.” In the center of the stage, mashing away at a keyboard, was a wolf animatronic. Her eyes were locked on the crowd, seemingly very focused. She didn’t even look away when she had to side-step to dodge Monty, still playing the keyboard, still watching. It was impressive, honestly. You could guess that she was the more serious character.
“And Monty,” Payton gestured as a gator animatronic swept by the front of the stage. He looked a bit different from the others—more punk, for sure. And the way he carried himself matched; with head-banging and dramatic turns and flourishes, it was almost obnoxious. Almost—frankly, it just seemed like he had the loudest personality.
“You lucked out! Usually it’s Bonnie on bass—don’t see Monty up there often.”
“There’s more of them??”
Payton laughed, clapping you on the back instead of answering.
Just as soon as the music had started, one final strum ended the song, and the animatronics… they didn’t go still. Rather, they heaved. Like they were breathing. Like real rockstars after an intense show. Chica blew kisses. Freddy knelt to high-five a kid. Roxy waved nonchalantly. Monty had his fists in the air like he was celebrating.
You tilted your head. There was so much… personality. Detail. Effort. It was artful.
And as they started to back towards the curtains… you swore that one of them, finally spotting you in the crowd, winked at you.
You just blinked, dazed by the whole performance.
“Well,” Payton huffed, clearing their throat after cheering. “Let’s get back to training, huh?”
oh yaaahh.. whatever the writing equivalent of brain candy is... that's what i'm doing
anyways, tysm for reading!! take care of yourselves lovey dovies <3
It's me the Morro enjoyer!! I don't remember if I had an anon name on your old account but that's okay
My first request of you...
CP x reader who heals by taking injuries unto themselves? Enjoy! I love you too (platonically)!!
my darlingest morro enjoyer.. OF COURSE xoxo /p
just did some hcs for this, hope that's cool!! and i will absolutely do a part two if there are any characters i didn't include that you wanted to see :3
creepypasta x reader who heals by taking others' injuries
characters: ej, jane the killer, jeff the killer, nina the killer, masky/tim wright
eyeless jack
𓄧 objectively, he thinks your ability is really cool
𓄧 but does he still get freaked out every time you do it? yeppp
𓄧 and ofc he insists on personally tending to whatever injury you've just taken
𓄧 "i was a med student, i've got this!" / "you didn't graduate" / "... let me have this"
𓄧 and yk what? maybe that's just his excuse to hang out with you more
𓄧 because you know you're constantly ending up injured with these creeps ToT
𓄧 once he mentioned that it might just be easier to teach you the more complicated stuff, like stitches/tourniquets/joint setting
𓄧 but did he teach you? no. he wants to do it
𓄧 maybe a lil toxic of him, but a) he feels helpful, and b) he gets to hang out with you yayyy
𓄧 even if you're gritting your teeth and trying not to cry the whole time
jane the killer
ᥬᩤ she does NOTTT like when you use your ability
ᥬᩤ she doesn't think anyone's worth it, personally
ᥬᩤ not even her; you tried to use it on her once and she slapped you away
ᥬᩤ it's not that she puts you on a pedestal (she kind of does), it's more that she thinks that people are idiots and should have to deal with the consequences
ᥬᩤ like when you tried to take an injury from jeff once? oh she just about smacked the both of you
ᥬᩤ so if you wanna use your ability... do it when she's not watching
ᥬᩤ will she still help you after? yes. will she call you an idiot? also yes.
ᥬᩤ she's started carrying around a tiny first-aid kit just for you
ᥬᩤ no one else is allowed to take anything from it, it's all yours!
ᥬᩤ mostly because she's really paranoid that one day you'll overdo it
ᥬᩤ ^ yet another reason she doesn't like you using your ability
jeff the killer
☺︎ the first time he saw you using your ability, his reaction was "ok you are NEVER doing that to me"
☺︎ because he wants to protect you (aww)? ... nope
☺︎ because he's a freak and likes bearing his own injuries, no matter how severe (ew)? yeppp
☺︎ that being said, he does like watching you use your ability
☺︎ he still thinks it's cool as hell, and he'll hype you up every time
☺︎ which like. i don't know if he should be hyping you up for... that
☺︎ but his freakitude is renowned, sooo (shrug)
☺︎ he's also lowkey jealous of you, once he watched you and sighed
☺︎ "i wish i could do thattt"
☺︎ not because he's a selfless person (quite the opposite), but because his sadomasochism knows no bounds :/
nina the killer
𑄝 nina thinks your ability is the coolest thing ever :D
𑄝 she'll always hype you up, but not like jeff
𑄝 she calls you a sweetie and gives you a hello kitty band aid <3 (WHAT is that going to do, you're covered in blood)
𑄝 she thinks that you're both kind and tough asf for using your power
𑄝 and... she's morbidly curious whenever it happens
𑄝 she likes to watch, and pouts whenever she misses it
𑄝 "can you do it again?" / "um no?"
𑄝 she will be showing you and your ability off as well, even if you don't want to show it off
𑄝 "show them!" / "NO??"
masky/tim wright
⦻ oh buddy... you stress him tf out
⦻ like jeff, he also does NOT want you using your ability on him EVER
⦻ but it is actually because he's concerned about you (aww)
⦻ he won't let you take so much as a papercut off of him, and if you do take so much as a papercut off of anyone else, he gets STRESSED
⦻ and how does he express this? by cussing you out ofc <3 (not aww)
⦻ he can be on a mission, completely serious, fully focused, and then you do THAT and he'll flip
⦻ will he still help you? yes, of course. will he be calling you a dumbass the whole time, and complaining about the "grey hairs" you give him? yeppers!
⦻ he does NOT trust you with your ability, he's convinced himself that one day you'll take it too far, that you use it too freely, etc...
⦻ which is mildly toxic, but at least he's actually worried for you (i guess? you win some you lose some)
first time posting creepypasta content, kinda nervous /j
but thanks for reading!! i love getting reqs like this, you guys are so creative :D drink water and take care lovelies <3
hi, yes security breach :) quick question, sonic. comic, movie, game? sorry bad english
yayyy!!!!
and for sonic, i can write for the movies/shows or any game! i’ve only read the archie comics so idk if i’d be able to write for comic-only characters TwT
Hi!👋 I've read your tbb stuff and I really enjoyed it! I was wondering if you could write tbb x reader that is sarcastic, but doesn't realize it. Like they say something that comes out as sarcasm, but they didn't intend it to be. (Idk if it can count as romantic or platonic relationship since it's just a trait that doesn't necessarily a line with romance/friendship)
If you don't want to write this or have any other reason that's totally fine!
Stay hydrated❤️
YAAA CUTEE REQ (skippable tangent below)
sorry this took so long to make… I was trying to think of how this would look, but then I realized that I literally have a pt at work who does this 😭😭 like she’s highkey SO mean (so most of the time she actually is being sarcastic) but every now and again she’ll say smth nice and im like “😞 ok” but then I realize she’s being genuine and I go “!! ok !!!! :3” anyways.
Hunter was the one who’d asked you along on the mission. He typically wouldn’t dream of adding anyone else on his squad, even temporarily—he and the other batchers did kind of have an exclusive attitude.
But your skills were undeniable; he’d seen them himself. And, frankly, he wanted to see more of what you could do.
“Oh, I would just love to come along,” you’d replied when he asked, half-busy with another task. You hadn’t even looked at him when you spoke.
If you did look, you would’ve seen the way his eyes widened, just a bit. Was that… sarcasm?
He was about to ask for a more direct yes or no when you reached for your weapon and its holster, wrapping it around yourself without another word. He took that for his answer.
You watched with awe as Wrecker lifted a ship—yes, lifted a ship—and tossed it off the cliff.
It went clattering down the slope, pieces snapping off in chunks before landing with a booming crash that shook the ground all the way up where you stood.
Wrecker raised his arms in the air, letting out a clearly amused whoop as he watched the carnage.
When he turned, noticing you watching nearby, he grinned beneath his helmet. “Y/n! Did you see that?!”
You just clapped your hands, nodding once. “Wow, you’re strong.”
Wrecker’s arms lowered a bit from where they were raised in the air. “But—... it was… cool—!”
“Very,” you replied evenly. That just got him to slump even more, clearly discouraged as he turned back to the burning pile of ship at the bottom of the cliff.
Later, you’d joined Crosshair on sniper duty. Normally, he would’ve been less than pleased to have company. But when Hunter told you to move positions, he didn’t say anything.
He was lining up a shot on a moving target mounted on some kind of junky, pieced-together speeder.
“Tch. Pick a path. He’s driving like he has no idea where he’s going,” he sneered under his breath.
You nodded, watching closely. “And that makes it very hard to hit him.”
Cross hair froze. For half a second, his helmet turned just enough that you could tell he was looking at you. If you could see through that tinted visor, you would’ve seen him scowling.
Then, just as abruptly, he turned and took the shot in the same motion. Direct hit.
“There,” he huffed, straightening his posture. Then, under his breath like an afterthought: “It wasn’t hard.”
After the mission, you needed a quick getaway. Naturally, that placed Tech in the pilot’s seat.
“Tech!” Hunter was barking. “We need to get out of here yesterday!”
Tech just muttered to himself, flipping switches and reaching around the dashboard like a madman.
“Tech!” Wrecker repeated. “He said we need out!”
“I know,” Tech snapped back, voice surprisingly even. “I’m working on it. And I might work faster if you all weren’t crowding my cabin.”
“You heard him,” you started, turning around to shoo the other batchers out, “smart guy needs his thinking space.”
Hunter, who’d clearly been about to bark another order, just looked at you. They all did. And when you waved your hands again in that little shoo motion, they didn’t hesitate to scramble away.
Tech just sighed, giving you a thankful thumbs-up.
You were shedding your gear in the back, having been given the privacy of your own little corner.
“Oh—sorry!” Echo’s voice sounded suddenly as he walked in on you peeling off your sweat-soaked blacks.
You quickly reached for your spare clothes, shaking your head. But you kept your back turned to him. “It’s fine.”
That gave Echo pause. He was already halfway back towards the cockpit when you spoke, but slowly he turned.
“Uh… you alright?”
You nodded easily, pulling on the slightly baggier shirt with a sigh. “Yup. Just don’t like being in sweaty clothes if I can help it.”
Your first remark sounded like sarcasm, but that next one… was almost definitely a joke.
“... You sure? Just sounded a little… sarcastic, there.”
You turned now, eyes wide. “Actually? Oh, kriff, that’s not how I meant it to—ah, I’m sorry. I was being genuine.”
“You’ve been doing that all day,” Hunter’s voice sounded from the other end of the cabin. “The sarcasm.”
You quickly stepped out from your little corner, looking at the crew with those same wide eyes. “Really? That is not how I meant to sound. I was trying to be friendly with you guys.”
Suddenly… it was all piecing together. Your attempts to be friendly that never quite landed like you wanted. “Oh, kriff.”
Wrecker, for one, let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re telling me! I thought you were making fun of me earlier!”
You buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning.
“I thought you were being condescending,” Crosshair drawled, still watching you through narrowed eyes.
“No, no, I wasn’t doing any of that,” you insisted.
But suddenly they were laughing. Wrecker’s laugh spread like an infection through the cabin, and after a minute even you were giggling a bit.
“I never noticed,” Tech added bluntly, standing in the doorway to the cockpit with his tablet in hand. “I knew you were being genuine.”
“Did you, now?” Hunter chuckled, crossing his arms.
Crosshair just rolled his eyes. “I believe that.”
You just snickered, shaking your head at all of them.
… And maybe making a mental note to clarify when you’re actually being sarcastic.
yeey tysm for reading !!! and tysm for the req, you stay hydrated too dear anon <3
Hey, welcome back! I dunno if you remember me. A Stan oneshot based off a song, two Morro drabbles, a few Creepypasta? Maybe a few I don't remember. I'm here to support you again!
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I was wondering if you could do a Hunter x Reader X Crosshair about them learning that the other has a crush on reader and they have to figure out how to get along and share🤭
I'd like it to include how they learn their brother likes reader before they confess and how they react at first, as well as how they get along around the reader.
Please and thank you!!!
-A bun
:o PEAK REQUEST BUN!!!!
i hope this is up to your expectations!! my apologies for making you wait love <3
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sharing (hunter x reader x crosshair)
characters: hunter, crosshair
“You keep staring at y/n.”
Crosshair didn’t turn to face Hunter, sending him a reluctant side-eye instead—not quite like he hadn’t heard, but rather like he didn’t want to look away from you.
“No,” he scoffed, shrugging one shoulder.
“Yes,” Hunter insisted, crossing his arms with narrowing eyes. “This is the third time I’ve caught you—and that’s just today.”
Crosshair didn’t say anything for a moment. He turned his head, averting his gaze. Just waiting for Hunter to leave.
He didn’t. But Crosshair’s eyes flicked to you just once, impatiently, catching you smiling at someone’s joke, and…
He earned a light elbow from Hunter. “Cut it out.”
“What is your problem?” Crosshair gave him that look that meant leave me alone.
“That—” Hunter gestured to Crosshair’s face, “—is the problem. You’re gonna freak them out staring like that.”
“I don’t stare like this. I use a different look. And it’s not like they notice.”
“Please. You’ve got the emotional range of a statue. And they have noticed.”
“How do you know that?”
Hunter just looked away, chewing his cheek. “Because they asked me if you hate them.”
Crosshair’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you, then? Their guard dog?”
“No,” Hunter scoffed. His eyes flicked to you once. “I just… happen to care about—how they’re doing.” He spoke haltingly, as if correcting himself mid-sentence. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Crosshair.
“Right,” Crosshair drawled, tilting his chin higher with a sneer. “Because you’re such a mother hen that cares about—”
He stopped.
Their eyes met.
“You don’t—”
“Were you—”
They both looked at you. Your back was turned to them.
“You like them,” Hunter gawked. “I didn’t think you were capable of—”
“Shut it,” Crosshair snapped. His eyes spoke for him: I could say the same to you.
After a second, his arms loosened from their tense cross. “I don’t want to fight over this with you.”
Hunter nodded. “And I don’t want to make it a competition.”
“That’s exactly what I just said,” Crosshair grumbled. “... But I’m also not giving up.”
Hunter tilted his head, a gleam of curiosity—or maybe an idea?—in his eyes. “Well, then I’m not giving up either.”
They held each other’s gaze… until their eyes went to you.
This was going to be interesting.
You were sitting in a field. Long grass, warm sun, plenty of flowers to weave into bracelets.
And… an observer lingering at the treeline. Crosshair had been there for all of three minutes, just admiring the way your hair tossed in the wind, the way you gathered all those little flowers in your lap. Also looking out for anything, or anyone, that could disturb you.
“I’m going to go over there,” Hunter announced behind him. Crosshair hadn’t even heard him approaching. But he didn’t jump either.
“And you’re telling me… why?” Crosshair’s eyes narrowed. Are you just trying to piss me off?
“I wanted to make it fair,” Hunter clarified, unable to fight back a grin when you cursed at your now broken flower bracelet.
“You want me to go with you.” Crosshair sounded incredulous.
“Well, you don’t exactly get someone’s attention by staring all the time. Come on, we’ll go together.”
“Why are you helping me?”
Hunter shrugged, brushing past Crosshair and making a beeline for you. “Not helping you as much as myself.”
He watched the long-haired clone pace closer to you. Almost close enough that you were going to turn your head—
He jogged to catch up.
You had stood up, brushing the scraps of flowers off your lap when you heard the two approach. You turned with a smile; which faltered when you saw Crosshair behind Hunter.
Crosshair, who never talked to you. Crosshair, who would stare at you sometimes like he wanted to kill you. Or at least that’s what you gathered. Maybe he just sucked at not looking mean.
“Enjoying the sun?” Hunter began, glancing up at the clear sky with a faint grin.
“Yeah, actually,” you replied easily, following his gaze. “And the flowers. They’re everywhere.”
“Wildflowers. They only grow here in fields like this,” Crosshair began tensely. “Lots of sun. Open air.”
He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Hunter just grinned at him, as if he found something amusing about that.
Crosshair met your gaze, cold brown eyes staring right into the core of your being.
But then… did those eyes soften? No, it had to be the sun—
He took a step towards you. Held out his hand.
In his palm, there was a flower. The stem had clearly been pinched and toyed with, but the blossom was fully intact. And beautiful.
“Where did you find this one?” you breathed, reaching out to take it. He tilted his hand, letting the thing fall gently into your palm.
“The woods. These only grow in the shade.”
A beat. Hunter was grinning, but Crosshair knew what he was really thinking.
“It’s from Hunter, too. Both of us,” he ground out. That rough edge was back into his voice, like he’d flipped a switch back on.
Hunter let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. “That’s a lie. Cross picked that for you, all by himself.”
He reached out and took the flower from your hand, taking your cheek with the other hand to tilt your head just right. With hands surprisingly gentle for how rough they felt, he tucked the thing behind your ear.
His hand stayed on your cheek a moment longer than necessary, and you saw his eyes sparkle. “But I’ll tell you how beautiful you look with it.”
You just smiled, looking between the two of them like you didn’t know who to thank first. But the silence lasted a moment too long, and Crosshair’s eye twitched.
“Don’t say anything just yet.”
Hunter raised an eyebrow at his brother.
Crosshair had to ignore him. It took a bit of effort, to say the least. “I’ve been watching you.”
You blinked at him, a slight frown forming on your face. Yeah, I kind of noticed.
Hunter looked like he was fighting the urge to either facepalm or let his jaw drop open.
… Okay, maybe Crosshair did that on purpose, just to watch you both react. Because he had more to say, but the pause was worth it.
“Not for nothing. I like watching you smile. I like how your eyes light up when you see someone you’re fond of.
“I want to see them light up like that for me.”
A more approving smile found Hunter’s face, and you just… stared, still. Speechless.
Crosshair searched your eyes as you stared, apparently finding something, since his face softened. Almost imperceptibly. Just enough to make you wonder if you really saw it.
“That’s not all,” Hunter cut in. You almost forgot he was there for a second.
He stepped a bit closer, letting his hands rest on your shoulders. “There’s a reason I look out for you. I told you I do that for everyone, but… well. That’s not really true.” He gave a one-shoulder shrug, brown eyes smoldering into yours. “I only put this much attention into my missions. And you’re no mission, y/n. You’re something way better.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and you let out something between a sigh and a processing hum.
But Crosshair’s hand found Hunter’s arm, and suddenly Hunter was being pushed away as Crosshair took a step closer to you.
“I—”
You put up both your hands. “Okay. No more,” you managed to get out, your voice low and firm. The smile on your face was gone, replaced with a warning stare that got them both to at least keep their hands off each other.
You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, crossing your arms thoughtfully. “So. You both…” you gestured vaguely, unsure of how to put it. “... are interested. Are you making me choose?”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing with suspicion (and maybe a bit of apprehension).
They both shared a look before slowly shaking their heads.
“No,” Crosshair muttered, his voice strangely sincere. “No choosing one or the other.”
“Sharing,” Hunter suggested, looking between you and Crosshair for approval. Crosshair just gave a single nod.
“I think we can make that work,” you grinned, moving your hands to your hips. “I don’t know how, but—”
Crosshair’s face twitched. “Not at the same time,” he interrupted. Then, quieter, eyes cast away: “... I might get jealous.”
Hunter laughed, but he was nodding. “There’s a festival going on this week in the village,” he jabbed a thumb over the rolling hills. “How about… I take you tomorrow, have you all to myself—”
“And I’ll take you tonight,” Crosshair cut in, taking a microscopic step closer to you.
This will be… interesting to handle, you thought to yourself.
But you were smiling. And you agreed anyway.
YAAY WRITING AGAIN!!! my apologies..... i haven't written in so long.... it feels like an atrophied muscle ToT
BUT!! I HAD FUN WRITING THIS!!!! TYSM FOR YOUR REQUEST YAAA
