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ever since you've returned to the 'real' world, mr crawling's insistson cuddling you to sleep each night. he snuggles into bed before you do, pushing back the covers and holding his arms open with an excited "here, here! sleep, together!". he's a little cold to the touch - not that you mind. he presses his face up against yours and giggles when you kiss the apples of his cheeks. you think he might try to crawl under your skin and live inside of you if he could. he's like a clingy kitten, limbs wrapped around you and his face nuzzling the crook of his neck.

"me love you. you love me?" he asks.

you smooth back his hair and he gives you a lopsided, lovesick grin. "of course, i love you too."

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Hello! Can I have a homicipher request for Mr crawling and Mr scarletella with a fem reader who suprise them a kiss on the lips, what would their reaction?

THATS SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!

◟✿ Mr crawling+ mr scarletella reaction to getting a suprise kiss on the lips by reader . . .ᐟᅟ

notes . . .ᐟ homicipher nation pls bmf♥️♥️

characters . . .ᐟ mr crawling and mr scarletella from homicipher

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Tending to mr.crawlings hair had become a strange sort of ritual.

It wasn’t as though he ever asked for it—he rarely asked for anything, his fragmented words caught between hollow giggles and crooked smiles—but you could tell. The way he tilted his head, like a dog waiting for a pat, or the faint, bone-deep rattle of his laugh when your fingers brushed through the silken black strands dragging behind him. He liked it.

No, loved it.

“Sit,” you murmured softly, and he obeyed, folding his spindly limbs in a spider-like crouch in front of you. His face remained hidden behind the curtain of his endless hair, but his constant smile curved wider as you knelt down beside him.

“Pretty,” he giggled, his voice a rasp, the words barely audible. His skeletal fingers twitched but stayed still, letting you work.

“Yes, yes, your hair. pretty,” you teased, sifting the impossibly soft locks through your fingers. It was odd how such a thing—attached to such a terrifying figure—could feel so human. So alive. The contrast made your chest ache with something you didn’t want to name.

You began with a comb, carefully working through the tangles at the ends. Every time the teeth snagged, he let out a breathy laugh, as though the sensation tickled him. The sound was unnerving, but you’d grown used to it—like the way he crawled instead of walking or how he never revealed his face. Well, not often.

“Does that hurt?” you asked, your voice a little softer.

“No,” he whispered, the word drawn out, lips splitting into an eerie grin. His shoulders shivered beneath the tension of your touch, lanky and fragile like brittle twigs beneath his pale skin.

"You. Never. Hurt"

You continued in silence, the only sound the occasional rustle of his hair against the floor. Once the knots were smoothed, you reached for a small bottle of oil, pouring a few drops into your palm. He tilted his head curiously as you began working the slick liquid through the roots.

“Good,” he rasped, giggling faintly. “Feels... good.”

“I thought so,” you murmured, unable to suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. “Someone’s got to take care of this. You’d let it grow into a nest if I didn’t.”

“Yours,” he whispered, almost too quiet to catch. Your fingers faltered for a moment, your chest tightening.

“What?”

“Yours,” he repeated, voice more of a hiss. His head tilted back, revealing a glimpse of hollowed, scarred sockets beneath the hair. His grin widened further, a grotesque stretch of love and delight. “Only… yours.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t stop, fingers trembling slightly as you began twisting his hair into a loose braid. It trailed down his back, reaching all the way to the floor. When you were finished, you tied the end with a pink ribbon, the same way you always did.

“There,” you said softly. “All done.”

He craned his neck toward you, the smile never fading.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, voice cracking.

Whether he meant you or the braid, you weren’t sure.

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A bath together

↬Warnings: There are mentions of nudity but this is NOT NSFW, Y/N is a killer, mentions of murdering …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬Author Note: He's such a green flag, such a sweet boy, I want to give Me. Crawling a big hug. Btw finally posting something that has warnings lmao.

↬Summary: Y/N teaching Mr. Crawling about something basic in the daily routine; a warm bath.

↬ Word Count: 1,435 Words

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—Pretty in color

Summary: You returned from work only to find your new boyfriend struggling with your make-up.

Tags: Established Relationship, Blissful Love Life Ending, fluff

Words: 1k

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It was evening when you got home. The sky was already dark, and you had rushed all the way from work down the streets back to your flat, knowing that Mr. Crawling was waiting for you. You always felt terribly guilty whenever he couldn't come along, and you promised yourself you’d make it up to him by cuddling him all night.

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Can you write a homicipher fic with Mr crawling where Mc is deep cleaning their apartment and he's confused on what exactly they're doing and just like doing domestic stuff? Thank you!💜💜💜

in an attempt to clean;

mr. crawling x reader/mc

plot: you do all sorts of curious things but mr. crawling still can’t quite understand some behaviours — a/n: i hooope this is what you wanted!! like my mind ran with mr. crawling perhaps being sentimental about the stuff you cleaned up, so i went with it, aha, mc is in the real world here and mr. crawling is like, a live-in guard ghost — themes: gn!reader, domestic fluff, character study — w.c: 1.1k • ao3 • masterlist ✮⋆˙

Even if he didn’t quite understand the order of the world that you came from, Mr. Crawling still tried his very best to adapt to you and your way of living. He was perfectly happy just living in your home and existing within your space, finding every nook and cranny to be deeply fascinating. Every other surface had a hint of your scent, with other places, like the bedroom, signaling your once lingering presence—like a signature.