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Ace Merrill x female!Chambers!reader - Tell Me

Summary: When your brother's best friend wants to know what's gotten you so upset you have no choice but reveal what the girls that keep giving your trouble have found out about. Ace's reaction to your crush is not what you expected.

Warnings: Small injury, it's kinda implied that reader gets bullied, language

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Together At Last”

Word Count: 3,971

Status: Requested!

Ask: Can I have Chris Chambers x reader with the prompt  "You’re different and I like that"

A/N: I absolutely LOVED this request because I was able to put myself into the Reader and prove that not everyone is the same, female, male, or nonbinary, or all of the girlypops!

Relationship: Chris Chambers x Merrill!Reader

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the disappearance and eventual death of Ray Brower, and you’re each reaching graduation. However, another adventure arises and brings all 5 of you back to the woods to find Teddy’s dog. The problem? Almost all of you have either grown apart or split completely, and old feelings seem to resurface with unresolved conclusions. What could go wrong?

Warnings: mutual pining, adventure, confessions, AGED UP!, friends to enemies to lovers, some angst, nostalgia, lost friendships, gained friendships, Teddy is a brother figure to Reader, gun, unintentional intent to kill someone, strong language, Reader is Ace Merrill’s sibling, 

{gif is not mine, credits go to @awidevastdominion​}

Anonymous asked:

after i saw that dave lee post last month, i got really invested...... any headcanons about dave lee being bffs with alternate y/n??

Oh I'm glad you're invested!!! This is more of how they meet and stuff but yeee

.....

  • You first met Dave by masquerading as a random person under the pretense of looking for "work".
  • In reality, you learned MandelaTECH has been holding recovered footage/tapes from incidents related to Alternates and you just wanted to check them out.
  • But when you arrive (after hiding many of your flawed characteristics the best you could), Dave nearly kicks you out before you could even say a word to him.
  • "No. Get out. You are banned from here."
  • "What...?"
  • "That's right. Banned with a capital "B"."
  • "...why, may I ask?" You were convinced he somehow saw through your disguise so quickly, but what he said next reveals otherwise.
  • The complete opposite, in fact.
  • "You know what you did, [random name]. You can't just show up here as if nothing ever happened." He talks you down like a stern dad, eyebrows furrowed with disappointment.
  • You're incredibly lost. "Remind me again what I did wrong?"
  • "You seriously forgot that you were snooping backstage? Looking through the tapes that were specifically labeled for my eyes only? I called you and you wouldn't tell me if you watched any of them. You just...didn't seem to care."
  • At this point, you realized that you've accidentally disguised as one of his ex-employees--one who had a really bad falling-out with him.
  • "I tried to be a cool manager, but...I trusted you not to go back there. And yet you did anyways and told me I was "the worst" when I had to let you go. I was kinda hurt." He sounded quite sad and betrayed, and it made you feel bad.
  • "...I'm..sorry D--Mr. Lee. But I really need a job and..I couldn't find anything else in town that was hiring." You feigned guilt. "I'll make it up to you. I won't speak of anything I might've seen in that box. From now on my eyes will be...up front."
  • "...and?" He raises an eyebrow.
  • "And....I...think you're actually really cool. Whatever I said that day was out of frustration. It...wasn't how I truly felt."
  • "........alright. You get one more chance."
  • Thus Dave "rehires" you on the spot, although he did take notice of your flawed features throughout the week--with you labelling them as things from "accidents".
  • Besides that, it's not a bad job. Although out of respect, you abstained from peeking into that box of tapes he mentioned.
  • There comes a point where you have to reveal yourself as an Alternate--and it's when your disguise was literally falling apart at the seams and not even your MandelaTECH hoodie could hide them.
  • So you morphed into your basic form after the store closes for the night, speaking to Dave in your actual voice.
  • "Forgive me for deceiving you, David...but I, [y/n], am-"
  • "Oh I knew for a while. But you had me fooled the first few days."
  • "...and yet you didn't panic?" You blink. "If you knew all along, why didn't you-?"
  • "I mean, you took the blame for my ex-employee and...I gotta thank you for that. I don't think they would've genuinely showed up from the way they spoke to me. You apologized on their behalf, and...that's not what I'd expect from an Alternate. So maybe you guys aren't all that bad...maybe."
  • "I confess my disguise was random. I did not think they were a former employee of yours. But....does this mean I can still work here?"
  • "Yeah. You're good. I only ask that you uh....don't tamper with that box I mentioned. It's all highly confidential stuff that the lieutenant trusts me with. I-I mean...I know I can't actually stop you but-"
  • "No, no. You have my word, David." You smile.
  • It's not long after that when he befriends you, rather than act as your employer.
  • If he's working alone in the shop, you'd keep watch over him from the shadows, making sure nothing harmed him (be it the rare rude customer or other Alternates).
  • You do learn he's been restoring the lost tapes, holding files of Murray's TA report, and keeping some outlawed TVs backstage, but you ensured no Alternate can interfere with any signals on them.
  • And Dave's just 100% chill about it.
  • Though when he hires Evelin he just tells her not to worry about the weird shadow in the corner.
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Yay requests are open! :DDD

Can I maybe get something with mandela catalogue because WHY NOT YLDLYDYLDLYFK

I maybe went beyond you with Alternate y/n but can I get something like so fluffy and they so God damn sweet it so silly like????

They so kind and Affectionate to everyone like wtf (maybe hug out of no where they would squeeze the hell out of the person or compliment non stop with heart eyes like <3333 *nothing suspicious Of course!!*)

Would like Scenario with mark, any Alternate (might intruder specifically but whatever u like!) And Gabriel! :0

U can choose or make more than one I would be 10× happy <33

I know it's tough or annoying and you are free to ignore this request but please tell me so I won't wait <3

Love your writing please keep going and take care of yourself!

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I just did the three you requested ^^ Took me a bit to figure out scenarios but hope you like 'em!

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--Mark--

"Your place of worship has..quite the vastness. Are all of them like this?"

"There's smaller ones around town, but this is the one I've pretty much grown up in."

"I see...it's quite lovely. All the flowers and stained glass windows add a nice touch."

"Mhm.." Mark nodded his head, keeping a vacant gaze on the church's altar as he fiddled with the rosary tangled in his fingers.

You, in the meantime, were intrigued by this house of god--the same place Preacher once infiltrated to adopt one of the nuns' forms. But luckily, she had moved on since then and hasn't disturbed these grounds.

It was a surprise that Mark actually allowed you to accompany him tonight..considering you were quite adamant about stepping through the doors. You thought he'd become distressed upon learning his sanctuary had no spiritual nor physical barriers that kept Alternates out.

But he apparently knew that already and accepted it, as he invited you anyways, insisting he didn't wish to be alone.

When he knelt down to pray for some time, you left him be while exploring the church for yourself, looking at the architecture.

You continue to be impressed by what humanity has built for their religion.

When you returned to the pews, Mark was no longer kneeling, instead sitting there with a blank stare. And judging from his empty responses to your remarks, he seemed...lost.

Didn't he come here to put his mind at ease? You thought you'd see him become less tense after finishing his prayers, but he looked just the same--if not more upset.

"...I couldn't think of anything new this time."

Confused, you sat down next to him. And he took your silence as a sign to elaborate.

"I mean...I-I keep praying for the same stuff. For my friend to be at peace, wherever he is, my parents to talk to me again....and for things to go back to normal. But it feels like I'm asking for the impossible. It just..doesn't seem worth it anymore.."

"I believe all of those things are still worth praying for, Mark..be it one time or a hundred." You softly interjected, frowning a bit. "Life may not entirely go back to what it once was, but you can always pray for better days ahead. You have survived the worst of them, and you'll survive plenty more."

He was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. "It feels like even that's too much to ask for nowadays. Maybe...He forgot about me, or my prayers aren't enough-"

"I doubt anything's ever "too much" for your god. I'm sure He hears you and knows you're trying to stay faithful in such difficult times. If I were Him, I'd think your prayers are good enough for...."

Stopping, you heard him sniffle and gazed at him in worry, seeing his shoulders slumped. "Mark?" You were especially alarmed when he suddenly began to sob, bringing his hands to his face.

In that moment you feared that you've accidentally said something MAD-inducing. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it like-"

"I-In all my years going to..c-confession..nobody's ever told me that." He cried quietly. "They said my soul was doomed the moment I met that intruder guy...a-and there's only a small chance I can be saved if I keep praying.."

You blinked, bewildered by what you were hearing. "Your whole church knows about that night? And they blame you for encountering him? But that wasn't your fault...you were a child."

"Th-They don't care. They never did. But of all people..I never expected an Alternate to tell me something so....r-reassuring..." Mark looked up at you, and the smile on his tearful face confirmed he wasn't upset with you in the slightest. "Thanks, [y/n]. I..I really need to hear that."

"But of course." You smiled back and brought him into an embrace, squeezing him tightly as relief swept over you. "There's no need to weep anymore, little lamb. For I am here and I see your good heart and soul..even if others don't."

All he did was nod in response, and that was enough for you.

You'll definitely have Six's head on a silver platter for this someday.

.........

--Intruder--

"Tell me, Six..have you grown soft for the prophet?"

"..what ever do you mean, traitor?"

"Does "I cradled him in my arms, my sweet boy" ring a bell?"

Six scowled as you mimicked his voice, grinning cheekily at his reaction.

You were just getting a kick out of angering him at every possible turn. Especially ever since he knew you've been "siding" with humanity as of late, looking after a young man you've come to see as a friend.

He didn't like that one bit--yet he couldn't say anything to Gabriel.

Your leader figured you were only acting this way as a means to destroy humans from the inside-out once you've gained their trust enough.

But Six, on the other hand, knows you true intentions. You wanted to protect them.

Unfortunately for him, the "angel" threatened him not to disrupt your plans again..lest there be severe consequences.

"Oh come now, why the long face, brother?" You teased. "Over 3,000 of their kin you have abducted..and none of their sweet faces have ever touched your heart?"

"What heart? We don't have those, and you know it."

"..what about that Heathcliff boy you spared? You know..he drew a picture of you and showed it to his class a long time ago."

"It wasn't the right...wait, he did what..?" He blinked, surprised that a child would want to draw him. Usually, he frightened them most when he appeared to them in reality and not as their best friend "Stanley".

But nothing surprised him more than when you had Mark's actual drawing in-hand, giving it to Six and allowing him to look at it. You watched his expression carefully, seeing his gaze soften considerably as his eyebrows furrowed.

"This..was made by him? How did you-?"

"His teacher confiscated it, but I've recovered it." You tilted your head, your smile only growing more. "Are you sure you don't care? Because now you look like a father who is proud of his child's artwork-"

"You're wrong. I don't feel any sentiment towards them. Everything I've done was to manipulate them into doing our master's bidding." Immediately, his scowl returned and he glared back up at you-

Only for him to flinch as you wrapped your lanky arms around him without warning.

He squirmed about, realizing you were once again doing this...awful and disgusting thing you've adopted from humans. You've shown it to other Alternates, but he despised it. "Release me!!"

"Don't lie to me, brother. You're weak to their influence as I am." You laughed, squeezing him tight. "There's no shame in admitting it-"

"GET OFF!! Traitorous black sheep!"

Six suddenly glitched out of your embrace, disappearing from reality altogether. You looked around and eventually spotted his silhouetted figure in the nearest TV, white eyes glaring at you.

He was safe..for now. But you've had your fun with him, so you simply left him alone.

Though not without laying the drawing down on the floor where he could see it.

You never noticed his hand creeping out from the screen and grabbing it, dragging the paper into his realm.

.....

--Alt!Gabriel--

"How is your deception of humanity fairing, my child?"

"It is going well." Smiling up at your Savior, you clasped your hands together in front of you. "I'm learning more about what they enjoy..and what their sorrows are. Soon enough, it'll become easier to watch them rot from within."

"As it should. I do want to apologize for the...erratic behaviors of your dearest brother. He does not understand your mission as well as I do."

At the mention of Six, you nodded, trying to bite back your utter disdain for him. There's a lot you wanted to say about him, but you didn't come here to complain about him the entire time.

He wasn't worth wasting your breath.

"No he does not. I liken him to a petulant child." You sighed. "He's convinced you're..."playing favorites" with me when I've done nothing particularly extraordinary compared to-"

"Now, now..you mustn't speak that way." Gabriel's chuckles reverberated through the dark void you two stood in. "Give yourself a little credit, won't you? You have done well, and I know you'll continue to be quite the spy. I was right to bring you into creation..my most loyal servant yet."

Flattered by his praise, you couldn't help but kneel before him, trying to hide your growing smile.

"Thank you, my divine leader. I shan't forget this life you've breathed into me. I receive your generous words wholly."

"..hahaha..so eloquently spoken. You may as well be a human yourself! I commend you for adapting their language so quickly." You felt his hand reach down to pat the shadowy top of your head.

His eerie smile stretched even wider than yours, knowing he had you wrapped around his finger perfectly.

Of all the Alternates, you've complimented him the most. The others were too mindless to converse with him as long as you did.

Of course, Six was the exception..but all he ever did was complain about you like some tattle-tail.

You, on the other hand, never acted out of line or questioned his demands.

You were as obedient as a sheep. Exactly as he wanted.

"Now rise, my child, and go forth. We still have a lot of work to do."

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Anonymous asked:

Ello! Remember Friendly Alternative Y/n? Can I maybe request Mark introducing them to Thatcher Headcanons? :0 atleast then maybe the police will have instead of a police dog a police alternative XD also the feeling of just imaging protecting Y/n at first from a shocked thatcher is so adorable :0

  • Thatcher visited the Heathcliff residence one evening under the guise of another "wellness check".
  • But in reality, he thought there was more to Mark's case than just the simple statement he provided.
  • Surviving not one but two Alternate attacks might sound like an act of pure luck or divine intervention, yet it didn't seem plausible that this kid could've taken all of them on by himself.
  • He suspected a third party might've been involved--or something that Mark was unwilling to share with the authorities at the time.
  • The lieutenant figured he'll be able to answer the questions he didn't get to ask before.
  • However the "surprise visit" goes about as well as anyone would expect....with Mark panicking and you hiding in the shadows, watching and wondering what would happen.
  • He gets rid of any and all evidence of your presence, until Thatcher finds a drawing in the trash alluding to you, a Type 3 Alternate, being some sort of "guardian angel".
  • That didn't make any sense.
  • This kid must have a case of MAD that distorted his perception of Alternates as protectors.
  • But Mark gets extremely defensive when he suggested this.
  • "Listen, I know it sounds crazy. I never thought I'd consider one of them to be a friend, but I can prove it! I can bring [y/n]-"
  • "Wait...you gave that thing a name-?"
  • "No, lieutenant. I gave that name to myself."
  • Thatcher nearly jumps out of his skin as you appear from the shadows, instinctively reaching for his gun...but remembering Mark's words and seeing the terrified look on his face, he calms down a little, sitting back down.
  • Immediately he can tell you're nothing like the broadcasts said.
  • You aren't currently mimicking anybody, being a "pure form" similar to N/The Façade.
  • You're not hostile in the slightest, and he asks you why.
  • Long story short, you managed to gain his trust and he thinks you'd be helpful in his investigations.
  • You wind up going to the station as an "undercover" officer in-training, with him and Ruth (after convincing her that you're on humanity's side) showing you the ropes.
  • Ofc you're not a perfect copy of a human being, but the rest of the MCPD suspects nothing.
  • The 333 Alternate is less-than-pleased to see you prevent it from killing Ruth and Thatcher when you accompany them to the Murray residence, calling you a "traitor" to your kind.
  • You knew the risks of helping the organization Gabriel was trying to dismantle, but it's one worth taking if it means Mandela was a little bit safer, especially Mark.
  • At the end of the day, you'd always return to his home just to make sure he was alright.
  • And also to ramble about how much you liked having a "real human job".
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Anonymous asked:

Could I request hcs of how Mark and Jonah would react to having a gn S/O who mimics sounds and noises very well? Like, they could mimic the sound of a notification going off or some animal? Sometimes they just do it to be a little shit >:) I'm curious how those two would be (also they deserve more love)

Mark

  • One day you two are going for a walk, and while he's lost in thought and staring at a tree, you just start mimicking a stray cat's meow out of nowhere.
  • Mark looks around confused like "did you hear a cat, s/o??"
  • "I did. It sounded pretty close by." You pretend to be clueless, although you're surprised he fell for it so easily.
  • Then you realize how much fun this could be...so you've made it a habit to mimic different animal sounds during your walks. Like owls or crickets late at night, or mourning doves in the early morning hours.
  • For a while he could never tell it was you since you're just that good.
  • He tends to get stuck inside his own head a lot, but the sounds do bring him back to reality...so in a way, they help.
  • Eventually, he realizes it's been you all along, pouting at the grin plastered on your face.
  • "You just made me stare at that tree for nothing.."
  • "Sorry, haha. I guess that was a really good owl impression-"
  • When you both hear a hooting sound, he stares at you suspiciously....before you point to the owl that actually made that noise in a nearby tree.
  • Poor guy wants to hide away in his hoodie bc you tricked him yet again.

Jonah

  • Y'all remember this vine?
  • That's exactly what you do whenever you're both sitting in the same room: mimic notification sounds.
  • And Jonah falls for it every single time. Without fail.
  • He'll be chilling one moment and the next checking his phone/laptop like "wtf what's the notification?????" while you're just grinning beside him.
  • He's so oblivious..you wonder how long you can keep this up.
  • It gets to a point where he's about to go to MandelaTECH bc he thinks something is seriously wrong with his electronics.
  • Only for you to finally tell him about your "hidden talent", laughing your ass off when he realizes you've been messing with him for a long time.
  • But he's not mad. If anything he's impressed.
  • And it makes him love you even more tbh.
  • He convinces you to prank Adam by mimicking owls or ghostly sounds while investigating haunted places.
  • At least until he gets irritated and snaps at you for doing it and at Jonah for encouraging it.
  • It's still funny as hell, though. You don't plan to stop.
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Anonymous asked:

cuddling mark after the alternate attack that you saved him from, just trying everything you can to help soothe his nerves,,,little nightlight, keeping doors locked, tv's unplugged, etc.. so maybe like reverse comfort/angst with fluff in it,,,

i would do anything to make sure that man is happy and comfortable ughh

SO true bestie. In this house, we reverse-comfort traumatized characters <3

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"Oh god, oh my god. I-It's back, [y/n]!! It's inside the room a-and it's gonna fucking kill us both-!!"

"Mark, there's nothing there-"

"NO, NO, NO!! GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!! It's wearing his face a-and it's staring right at-!"

"It's a jacket!"

"....it is..?"

"Yes. That's all..see?"

Despite his blurry vision, the Heathcliff boy managed to blink back tears, struggling to catch his breath.. But he could see you approaching the closet door, calmly removing the article of clothing hanging on it before showing it to him.

And slowly, yet surely, he stopped hyperventilating as he stared at it for some time.

You were right.

That's all it was.

Just a stupid jacket he sloppily hung up after coming home from school one random day. He didn't realize that his careless placement of it would become the thing that sent him into a panic attack.

But he couldn't help it.

In the darkness of his room, it so-happened to resemble an amorphous tall black blob....the shape of those monsters that dwelled in the shadows and tormented him for two days.

Even though you saved him from their influence a while ago, he was still too afraid to go back to school...or even be alone, which was understandable. He wasn't officially diagnosed with M.A.D, though he remained delirious from sleep deprivation and overly paranoid that every moving shadow is an Alternate waiting to kill him.

It didn't help that his own mind was making him see things that weren't actually there--like frightening bastardized imagery of his dead friend.

You never realized how seriously traumatized Mark was until he suddenly screamed in terror while you were both cuddling together on the bed. At first you thought he was waking up from a nightmare after falling asleep..

Then he insisted somebody was watching you two from the closet.

For a moment you believed him, getting up (despite him begging you not to leave) and grabbing a baseball bat you brought over to attack the threat..

Only to find out that the "threat" was just a jacket. There was no actual danger present.

Or at least..not to you.

Anonymous asked:

Reader being spared by an Alternate and straight up letting them stay in your home, perhaps?

"...oh who am I kidding? It's pointless..nobody's gonna pick up..."

Holding the phone with one slightly trembling hand, you strongly considered dialing the number for the police department, hoping someone could come and get rid of the Alternate hanging around your house.

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Of course, you knew that stupid "THINK" principle broadcasted throughout Mandela County was a lie. All of it was. It didn't stop the casualties from drastically rising. Nor did it stop the population from falling as people either moved out, died, or went missing.

As of right now, you were in none of those groups, and you prayed that by the end of tonight you'll be able to keep it that way.

Instead you chose to stick it out and protect your home, refusing to let some demonic presence ruin the life and memories you've built here.

You've seen sci-fi films on how mankind rallied together to combat the alien threat and save the world growing up, but sadly...that's all it ever was: fiction.

What was happening in Mandela County right now was reality. Nobody was coming to help...and the "plan" to combat this threat was only made-up to stop the public from freaking out.

All you could do was learn how to survive on your own.

So that's exactly what you were doing, as you put the phone down and checked your computer. It was hooked up to the few hidden cameras around your house, which you've installed long before the invasion ever began.

However, you started wondering if these devices that once gave you peace of mind could possibly be the death of you....considering Alternates can tap into electronics and torment their victims that way.

Rather than shut them off, though, you realized that this one in particular didn't seem...all-that-concerned with hunting you down at the moment.

everyone’s like “dads best friend!” or like “older men” like 🤓🤓🤓

yall wanna know THE TROPE??

dads old friend from college who’s a total fuckin loser virgin like he’s makin bank but god he can’t talk to his best friends pretty son for shot without poppin a boner. like the mf is like “so… weather good?” and you smile and you’re sayin it’s pretty and smiling and your lips when you smile so sweetly at him and he’s on rock and beating off in your bathroom to the smell of your body wash and used towel

Write it…SOMEBODY PLS😭☝🏾!

dating dallas winston !

“HEY DOLL, I GOT YOU SOMETHING .” your boyfriend dallas winston said, snaking his arms around your waist, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek. his breath smelt of vanilla milkshake and cigarette smoke. his neck length hair tickling your neck.

“what is it?” you asked him, as your eyes lit up in glee. dallas’ love language was gift giving, that and physical affection. but he always loved giving you small little things to show how much he appreciated you. without a second though he pulled out a small bouquet of wildflowers, and a small twine ring, another to add to your collection.

“i know it’s not much but they made me think of you and—“ you cut him off with a kiss to his pink lips. he of course melted into the kiss.

“i love them dal, thank you.” you smiled softly, placing the ring on your finger. dallas smiled looking at you with those adorable , big , brown , puppy eyes.

“anything for you doll.” he muttered softly, taking your hands and grazing your knuckles with his thumbs.

Creepypasta Mansion Headcanons Part 1

I don’t think I’ve ever elaborated on my headcanons for the mansion, so here goes ^^

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

  • So there’s a big forest surrounding the mansion that, on its own, would be quite difficult to maneuver through
  • But because of a few supernatural factors, like Slenderman’s influence over the area, it provides extra layers of protection from the outside world in order to conceal the mansion’s existence
  • It can almost be described as an SCP—the forest bears a sort of sentience on its own
  • Basically, this is how it works;
Anonymous asked:

61 for the smut thing? Can you do EJ

Ooooooh so i was sUper inspired during this one, and I’m thinking bout turning it into a multiple-part fic--would y’all be interested? 👀

Lmk if you enjoy ❣️ ✨

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61. “Just…once. Please. I just need to taste you once.”

  • It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you
  • But you didn’t know just how badly he wanted you
  • Or how often he found himself thinking of you
  • And how often that led to him rutting his stiff cock into his fist, desperately wishing it was you beneath him instead
  • You knew Jack was into you
  • But you didn’t know he was borderline obsessed with you
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pov: ur goofy ass got nabbed by the creeps,, and Jeff is uh- not very happy
oh yeah?? well what if I make a y/n's pov crp comic?? huh?? - just kidding,, ~unless~
b/w 4 the mo0dy vibez
(click 4 better quality)
also js the idea of making a whole ass comic abt y/n's path to the mansion is,, oddly enticing

commissions r open!!

Anonymous asked:

Hello! :> I was wondering if I could request Toby, Ben, Jeff, Lane and EJ with a reader who is already very flirty but when they drink they get very affectionate and touchy. They won’t stop touching them and will be very suggestive? Thank you in advance! Please never stop posting Lane content I am in love

🗒 ❛ S/O Gets Suggestive When Drunk ༉‧₊˚✧
Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jane The Killer, Lane The Lurker
#Notes: merging these two asks together cause they're fairly similar. also warning for slightly suggestive content
pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He gets a bit startled at first. Where did this come from all of a sudden? He just offered you a few drinks, he didn't expect you to be all over him. When you start kissing him, he doesn't think much about it at first, figuring you just wanted a quick peek, but as it starts to get more heated and sensual he pulls away, surprisingly flushed, and asks "The fuck are you doing?". It comes off a bit rude, but that's just because he's surprised - he doesn't oppose it at all. If anything, he loves the attention. As you keep making out, he gets a boner in seconds and is a little embarrassed about it, but covers it up by being a little bold himself, pushing you onto his lap, kissing you harshly in revenge.