#jramblesaboutsoap

[stnkiconverse]

Hii :3 could I have sum of the creep boys (Ej, Toby, Jeff, Masky and Hoodie) with a reader who likes marking (bites/cuts/hickeys) their thighs? Pls and thank u 💛

This has been collecting dust in my drafts for months, im so sorry bby, i just needed to have my masky and hoodie headcanons in place before posting this😭😭

Also- Ik you said thighs, but i did mention some other places, i hope you don’t mind :3

E Y E L E S S J A C K

Jack is surprisingly unbothered by your habit. He views it with a mix of curiosity and amusement, often analyzing your techniques silently. (like this = 🤨)

"Hmm. Is this an attempt at branding? Or is this just for fun?" His DRY ASS humor makes it hard to tell if he's teasing or genuinely questioning.

He’s not fond of pain but does not shy from it either. The marks don't bother him, they heal faster than you think anyway.

If you center the attack on his thighs, he'll arch a brow and say something quick and sarcastic, like, "I'm honored you've chosen me as your personal canvas."

Jack has super sharp senses, so he's super aware of your touch. If you bite or leave cuts near sensitive spots, hips, or neck, for example, he might tense for a moment but never stop you.

His favorite places for you to mark? His shoulders or his ribs. He finds the sensation grounding in a strange way, though he'll never admit it. (he moaned once)

If you tease him about it, he'll deadpan: "Just don't expect me to reciprocate. My claws aren't…delicate." (😏)

T I C C I T O B Y

Toby is a little awkward about it at first, not used to someone being so physically affectionate in such an intense way. But once he gets used to it? He's all in. (fucking weirdo 😒 / lovingly)

He doesn't actually feel pain like others do, (obv) so he lets you go wild without flinching. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to leave a mark on me," he'd tease, looking down later to grin at the faint bruises or bites.

If you target his thighs, he might giggle a bit, kicking his leg. "That tickles, stop- stop!"

Neck and collarbone marks fluster him the most. He'll try to hide them with his hoodie but secretly love that they're there.

Sometimes, he'll encourage you in his chaotic way: "Oh, you missed a spot. Try here!" and point to random places like his back or ribs, sometimes even shoving his wrists in your face 😭😭

If you ever leave too many marks, he'll grin like a maniac and joke: "Guess I'm your chew toy now, huh?"

J E F F T H E K I L L E R

Jeff would be cocky about it, but secretly flustered. He'd smirk and say something snarky like, "Didn't know you were that desperate to get your hands on me," but the redness creeping up his neck gives him away.

He doesn't mind pain and might even enjoy it a little. If you bite too hard, he'll laugh and go, "Is that all you've got? You're gonna have to try harder."

Loves when you leave marks on his neck, it makes him feel a twisted sense of pride. He'll strut around the manor like a smug idiot, showing them off.

His thighs are a sensitive spot, though he won't admit it. If you target them, he'll squirm slightly and mutter, "Don't get any ideas..." but he won't stop you. (bcs he likes it 😏)

If you leave cuts or scratches, he'll trace them with his fingers absentmindedly, secretly loving the way they look.

"You're turning me into your personal art project, huh? Not that I'm complaining."

T I M / M A S K Y

Masky (Tim)

Tim is not immediately comfortable it, especially if it's in a more vulnerable spot like his neck or inner thighs. He'll tense up and grumble, "What are you doing?" but he won't push you away :3

Over time, he warms up to it, especially when he realizes it's your way of showing affection. He won't admit it, but he finds it oddly reassuring :p

Marks on his shoulders or upper back are his favorite. He won't say anything, but you might catch him subtly glancing at them in the mirror (😏)

If you bite too hard, he'll sigh and mutter, "You know I have to cover that up, right?" while pulling on another layer of clothing (i love him guys)

Surprisingly, he doesn't mind if you mark his thighs when he's sitting or lounging. He might roll his eyes but secretly enjoys the attention.

"You're a little too into this, you know that?" he'd say with the tiniest smirk, though the faint blush on his face betrays him.

B R I A N / H O O D I E

Hoodie (Brian)

Brian is surprisingly chill about your habit and takes it in stride :D

He'll joke, "Do I look like a notebook to you? Or is this some modern art thing?"

He's not huge on pain, so if you bite too hard or draw blood, he might flinch and gently push you away. "Careful, I'm not indestructible."

Loves when you leave hickeys or gentle bites on his shoulders or chest. He finds them oddly comforting and will trace them when he's alone, smiling softly.

If you go for his thighs, he'll laugh and tease you: "That's bold. Didn't take you for a thigh person."

Occasionally, he'll play along and say something like, "You missed a spot," pointing to random areas just to see you flustered.

Brian enjoys the possessive nature of your markings but is too reserved to admit it outright.

Instead, he'll say something teasing like, "Guess I'm yours now, huh?"

I hope this was good enough!! :D

sorry to keep you waiting so long 😭

[spetescap]

oh em gee ik the boys would probably hate this but maybe a beach day with (gn) reader would be cool? i’m only an hour away from staten island and the beach is THE thing to do in the summer

Beach Day with the Eltingville boys!!

GN!Reader

- You’re all gathered in Bill’s basement when you suddenly go,

“We’re going to the beach. Sunday. Show up or I’ll personally drag you there, but not before burning every single one of your limited edition figurines.”

- And that’s how you get everyone to reluctantly agree 😼

- Bill groans like you just told him he’s being drafted,

- Josh immediately starts going off about the sun and how he hates sand,

- Pete refuses for a whole, but then goes “fine” and then follows it with “wait, are there jellyfish?”

- (he wanted to go the whole time)

- and Jerry just blinks and nods 😭

- You don’t explain, you just keep planning like you didn’t hear any of them 🤷

- Sunday hits, and you pack a bag with Caprisuns, sunscreen, sandwiches, and chips, because you’re the only one with a functioning brain cell and basic survival instincts 😔

- Pete shows up first, he’s in a wife beater that is very quickly discarded (probably for the best), swim trunks with some tacky skull print, and flip flops… with socks. Gross.

- He’s already eating a bag of chips that wasn’t even his, drops half of them in the sand within minutes, picks them back up and keeps eating them, saying it adds “crunch.”

- Bill shows up in a dark grey shirt, swim trunks that look like he dug them out of his (nonexistent) dad’s closet, and flip flops that he immediately regrets 😭😭

- He stays at the edge of the parking lot for like thirty straight minutes, arms crossed, sunglasses on, looking like an off-duty lifeguard who hates his job and everyone around him 😭😭

- You wave at him and pretends not to see you 🙄

- Jerry shows up looking like a camp counselor 😔

- Green shirt, blue swim trunks, sandals.

- The second he hits the sand he’s on a mission. He starts building sandcastles like he’s getting paid for it 😼

- Josh… oh, Josh.

- He shows up in all black. Black shirt. Black cargo shorts. Black flip flops. 😭

- He sets up a towel under the umbrella and refuses to move from it, the first thing out of his mouth is “the sun is actively trying to kill me,”

- and he spends the next hour rotating between complaining about heat, eating whatever you have in your bag, and accusing the wind of being “specifically targeted towards him”

- Pete and Jerry spend most of the time near the shore building increasingly unstable sand structures,

- Jerry tries to give his castle lore, Pete tries to smash it every three minutes,

- and at one point Pete starts digging aggressively, saying he’s ���gonna find a crab if it kills him.” (Spoiler: he doesn’t.)

- Bill finally makes his way over to the rest of you after staring at the group from a distance like he’s watching a crime scene,

- he sits down, immediately gets sand in his soda, and goes, “This is why I don’t go outside. Nature is a scam.”

- You offer to help him reapply sunscreen. He says no. That’ll come back to haunt him later🤷

- You, Jerry, and Pete are the only ones who go in the water 😭

- Josh stays under the umbrella like it’s a bunker 😔

- Bill doesn’t even look at the water until you’re already ankle-deep

- Jerry gets freaked out by seaweed within five minutes and power-walks back to the shore saying “something touched me” over and over.😭😭 (I fear he’s me 😔)

- Pete stays in, splashing around, daring the ocean to fight him. You don’t ask.

- By the end of the day, everyone’s sand-covered, sweaty, and cranky.

- Pete looks like a cooked shrimp because he refused to put on sunscreen and claimed “real men embrace pain.” (he says as he recoils everytime someone touches him😭)

- Bill is sunburnt RED on just his neck and shoulders because he refused to reapply sunscreen. Said it “wasn’t necessary.” Right. 😒

- Josh is still under the umbrella, muttering about dehydration,

- Jerry’s trying to say goodbye to his sandcastle before it gets washed away,

- Pete’s eating a soggy sandwich he found under his towel like it’s gourmet,

- And you feel like you’ve been babysitting four big toddlers.

- You take a photo before you leave. It’s awful. 😭😭

- Pete’s flipping off the camera,

- Jerry’s smiling extremely awkwardly 😭,

- Josh is squinting into the sun like he’s being interrogated,

- and Bill is halfway out of frame, clearly trying to escape.

- You print it anyway, and tape it to your wall :3

- You’ll never let them live it down 😼

- And next time, you’re bringing water balloons.

- Just to cause problems 🤷🤷

I HOPE YOU LIKED THESEEEEEEE

sorry for taking so long to post these, I have SO many things to do it’s actually insane.

[stnkiconverse]

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!

I know people have done lists where it’s like “these were the strike rules of creepypasta” but I give you a list of things that I hate/personally don’t like in the creepypasta fandom.

1) Toby Loves Waffles thing

2) Pervert Ben

3) The fandom shamers (can’t like or find a certain character attractive)

4) “YoU cAn’T Do ThIs BeCaUsE tHe CrEaToR-“

5) Fucking Offenderman

6) the people hellbent on making the pastas scary and shaming literally everyone when this fandom literally became a thing for shits and giggles

7) the misuse of SA/sexual violence in stories

8) People who shit on Lazari and Lulu just because their creator is creepy

9) Literally anyone who tries to ship Sally with adult characters, I hate you, get out

10) Twink Tim/Masky

[stnkiconverse]

Hello!! I wanted to ask if you could do Jeff, Masky, Hoodie and Ben (adult/fandom version of Ben and all separated) how would they react if their love didn't like the smell of cigarettes? (Because from what I know they all smoke ;3)

That's it! I love your writings they are so good to read <3

Luv u ^^

Smoker Creeps x Reader who doesn’t like the smell of smoke/weed.

J E F F T H E K I L L E R (cigarettes & weed)

- Instantly defensive when you bring it up. Not because he cares that much, but because he hates being told what to do :3

- "Oh, you don't like it? Damn. That's crazy." Proceeds to light up anyway.

- Expect him to make it your problem for at least a while. Blows smoke near you just to see you react. "That bad, huh?" Grinning like an asshole (i hate him 😒/j)

- If you really press him about it, he gets irritated. "You're acting like I pissed on the floor or something."

- But over time? He starts adjusting slightly without making a big deal out of it :p

- Won't smoke directly around you.

- Steps outside more.

- Maybe switches to edibles instead of smoking weed if you really complain.

- If you ever joke that he already smells like blood and sweat without the cigarettes, he'll flip you off but secretly be self-conscious. Might start chewing gum more. (not that he'll admit it)

T I M / M A S K Y (only cigarettes)

- Doesn't react much.

- You tell him you hate the smell of cigarettes, and he just gives a neutral nod, and goes “Okay.”

- He's been smoking for years, He's not quitting, but he respects your space.

- Always smokes outside 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- Blows the smoke away from you. (If you’re near)

- If you mention it lingering on him, he washes his hands and changes shirts before coming near you (he hates doing it because it’s just giving you both more laundry to do, but he loves you 😫😫)

- The only time he gets annoyed is if you keep pushing him to quit. "I heard you the first time."

- If you're genuinely concerned for his health instead of just complaining, he might cut back a little :p

- He won't say anything about it, but you'll notice he smokes less often when you're around.

- If you say he tastes like an ashtray when he kisses you, he'll scoff but maybe pop in a mint next time. Maybe.

B R I A N / H O O D I E (cigarettes & weed)

- Smirks when you bring it up. "Damn. That's rough for you." Proceeds to exhale smoke dramatically (he’s so annoying >:(/j)

- Like Tim, he won't quit, but he won't push it on you either.

- Big on compromise. He's the type to be like, "Alright, I won't smoke inside if you stop giving me that look every time l smoke."

- If you hate the weed smell more than cigarettes, he'll just switch to edibles. "Doesn’t hit the same, but it’s more efficient."

- If you hate both, he sighs but starts covering the smell better.

- Sprays his hoodie more,

- Chews gum,

- & starts smoking outside.

- If you complain while he's high, he laughs his ass off. "You're literally mad at a plant right now."

B E N D R O W N E D (only weed)

- Fake betrayal. "Wait, you don't like the smell? Damn. Thought we were cool." Clutches chest dramatically (😒)

- Ngl- he's lazy as hell. He won't stop smoking weed, but he'll try to adjust in the easiest way possible.

- maybe opens a window,

- or uses a fan.

- Hotboxes his room instead of the whole house 😭😭

- If you really can't stand it, he might switch to edibles instead. But he's gonna complain.

- "Do you know how much more expensive these are?"

- "See what I do for you?" Says this while waving around his weed gummy.

- If you whine about it too much, he blows smoke in your face on purpose. "C'mon, it’s a plant."

- Laughing while you glare at him. (I’d break up w him right there 😭😭)

So basically:

- Jeff → Defensive at first, but low-effort adjustments over time. Won't quit but will smoke away from you more.

- Tim → Doesn't stop but respects your space. Only gets annoyed if you nag.

- Brian → Compromises easily, switches to edibles if needed. Still makes jokes about it.

- Ben → Lazy stoner behavior. Might swap to edibles, but expect complaints.

Sorry for making u wait so long 😔😔

Hope this was good enough tho!!

[stnkiconverse]

NSFW Jeff The Killer HCs

18+ under the cut

MDNI

- Rough as Hell.

- No mercy, Jeff is always aggressive, always fast-paced, and always looking to make a mess.

- He’s not graceful or smooth, he’s raw, primal, and reckless.

- It’s all about the feeling, not finesse.

- Biting, Scratching, and Bruises galore

- If you walk away without bite marks, and finger-shaped bruises on your hips, something is wrong.

- He leaves marks just to see them later, and if you complain, he’ll just smirk.

"You're acting like you don't love it."

- Hair pulling & head pushing.

- He gets off on control, so if you're going down on him, he's gripping your hair hard enough to sting, pulling you onto him, forcing you to take more than you can handle.

- If you gag? Even better.

"C'mon, don't stop now." He says as he pushes your head down further.

- Laughs when you glare up at him, fully aware of what he's doing 😭

- If he's eating you out? Sloppy, messy, and impatient.

- He's bad at it, but he doesn't care.

- He'll force your thighs apart, hold you down, and do it so aggressively that it doesn't matter if it's good, it's the intensity that gets you both off.

- DACRYPHILIA.

- Jeff lives for it when you're crying from pleasure, overstimulation, or even frustration.

- He thrives off that wrecked, desperate look 😼

- Won't stop just because you're shaking, if anything, that makes him go harder.

- If you're begging for a break, he drags it out. "One more. You can take it."

- Rare soft moments - 99% of the time, Jeff is ruthless. But that 1%? If you catch him in the right mood, he slows down :3

- Not much, not gentle, but there's less bite, more laziness, more drawn-out teasing.

- He won't say it, but you know when he's feeling softer because he actually kisses you for longer than two seconds.

"Don't get used to this," he mutters, but his grip isn't as harsh, his movements less rushed.

- It's bad and unpracticed because he doesn't do this often.

- Doesn't know what to do with praise😭😭

- If you moan his name or tell him he's doing good? He short-circuits for a second before going twice as hard to cover up his reaction.

- Aftercare is awkward, but It exists 🤷‍♀️

- If you're wrecked and half-conscious after he's done, he won't outright coddle you, but you'll notice he sticks around longer :333

- Carries you to the shower and leaves you alone to shower😭😭

- And then when your back in the room and ready to go to sleep, he throws a blanket over you instead of tucking you in 😭

- Grabs you water but doesn't say anything about it. (he’s so stupid i hate him 🥰)

"I'm not a fucking babysitter," he grumbles, even as he lets you rest against him.

SO BASICALLY:

Jeff is rough, impatient, and controlling.

Hair pulling, head pushing, and overstimulation are his go-to moves.

If you cry? He's into it. A lot.

Soft moments happen maybe once in a blue moon, and they're always clumsy and awkward 😭

Aftercare is messy and reluctant, but still there.

[stnkiconverse]

HI ITS YOUR GIRL SWANONNN

im interested in sum....enemies to lovers.... with toby....

-🦢

Enemies to Lovers - Ticci Toby x Proxy!Reader

- You and Toby are oil and water from the start. His sharp tongue and impulsiveness immediately put you on edge, while your no-nonsense attitude only fuels his irritation.

- He has a knack for throwing off your focus, his muttered sarcasm or outright refusal to collaborate during missions always sends your blood boiling.

- "For someone who talks so b-big, you're pretty bad at k-keeping up," he'd mock after outrunning you in the field.

- "And for someone who's so 'skilled’ you sure love making my job harder," you'd shoot back.

- The tension comes to a head during a high-stakes mission.
His recklessness forces you to cover for him, leaving you both bruised and pissed.

- You corner him afterward, chest heaving as you shout, "Do you even care that you almost got us both killed?!"

- Toby's jaw tightens, his usual smirk absent. "I didn't a-ask you to save me." His words sting, but his tone is more defensive than combative, like you've hit a nerve.

- After that mission, something shifts. You start noticing things about him you hadn't before, how his hands shake when he's still for too long or the way he fiddles with a small, battered notebook when he thinks no one's watching.

- One night, you find him sitting alone on the porch, hood pulled low as he stares at the stars.

- Instead of walking past, you sit down beside him. He doesn't look at you, but he doesn't move away either.

- "W-why do you care so m-much?" he asks quietly after a long silence.

- The vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard.

- Slowly, the hostility between you softens. Toby starts listening to you during missions (mostly 🥲), and you stop snapping at him over every little thing.

- He begins showing up in your space more often, dropping little jokes or leaning against the wall as if daring you to tell him to leave.

- You catch him sketching once, his natepad open to a rough but surprisingly detailed drawing of a bird. He notices you staring and slams it shut, cheeks flushing slightly. "W-what? Never seen someone d-draw before?"

- During another dangerous encounter, you get hurt protecting him. For once, Toby doesn't crack a joke or brush it off. Instead, he's frantic, hands clumsy as he tries to stop the bleeding.

- "Why the hell w-would you do t-that?" he demands, voice shaking. You can't tell if he's angry or scared.

- "Because l'm not going to let you get yourself killed," you reply, and for a moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable in his expression.

- After that, Toby becomes noticeably more protective. He doesn't say anything outright, but he's always nearby, watching your back during missions and lingering a little longer in your shared spaces.

- The teasing doesn't stop, but it changes, less biting, more playful. He starts calling you nicknames that are just annoying enough to make you roll your eyes but secretly make your chest tighten.

- One rainy evening, he invites you to sit with him on the porch.

- "Y-you're quieter than I thought you'd b-be," he says after a while, the corners of his lips twitching up in a small smile.

- It's not a grand, all-out moment, Toby isn't that kind of guy.

- Instead, it happens during a quiet night in the aftermath of another mission.

- "You kn-know," he says, not meeting your eyes as he fidgets with a loose thread on his sleeve, "y-you're not as bad as I th-thought."

- You laugh. "High praise coming from you."

- He finally looks at you, his expression unusually serious. "I mean it. You... you make all this c-crap a little easier to d-deal with."

- The kiss that follows is skeptical at first, as if neither of you can believe it's actually happening.

- But when he pulls back, there's a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart ache.

- Toby doesn't change totally, he's still brash, sarcastic, and occasionally infuriating.

- But he's also fiercely loyal, sticking close to you and showing his care in subtle ways, like leaving snacks outside your door or quietly patching you up after missions.

- "G-guess you're stuck with m-me now," he says one day, his smirk as annoying as ever.

- But the way he squeezes your hand tells you he means it in a way he doesn't know how to put into words.

SWANON IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING U WAIT THIS LONG😔😔

[stnkiconverse]

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*Dies*

Creepypasta and Gyaru

Random idea of the day

Jeff the Killer (or any creepypasta character) in a gyaru style

If anyone want to do it go ahead and make it

[stnkiconverse]

hi! Can I pretty pls request a Jeff The Killer x Female reader

Childhood (teenagehood?) friends to lovers

I can see Jeff's parents going to church Sundays and putting Jeff and Liu in youth groups and such before any of the incidents

Maybe reader met Liu and Jeff there and they just clicked

Reader was put into youth group by their parents to "repent" but just became a bad influence on the brothers, nothing bad but more just sneaking off and stealing stuff

After everything went down, reader's parents forbad reader from talking to the two boys and moved away

Years later Jeff meets reader again who's now a nice well behaved (insert profession ig) and this time he gets to be the bad influence.

IM SORRY THIS WAS SUPER SPECIFIC

(If I can) CAN I BE 🐛 ANON

Bad Influence.

Jeff The Killer x Fem!Reader

You met Jeff and Liu in the last place anyone would have guessed, youth group at church.

Your parents dragged you there every Sunday, praying that if you were around God's eye more often, you'd "repent."

But you weren't interested in turning around— you were too busy sneaking out, stealing candy from the snack bar, and pushing the limits of what you could get away with.

That's where Jeff and Liu came into the picture.

The two brothers weren't interested in church, but their parents made them go anyway.

Liu followed the rules. Jeff didn't.

And when you saw him in the back row during Sunday school, bored out of his mind, flipping through a Bible like it was the most boring book on earth, you knew immediately, this kid was gonna be your partner in crime.

Liu was the "good" one. Always reminding you and Jeff to be careful, always reluctantly going with your schemes.

Jeff was another story. He was quick with a quip, had a self-satisfied smirk, and a knack for getting himself into trouble.

And you? You were the bad influence.

You were the one who taught them how to slip out of youth group unseen.

You were the one who dared Jeff to steal the pastor's wallet (he chickened out, but you still congratulated him for stealing candy instead).

You had been the one who talked them into skipping group prayer and sneaking around at the back of the church, smoking stolen cigarettes from your older cousin's stash.

Jeff had clicked with you immediately.

You didn't scare easily."You're a real piece of shit," Jeff had once said, grinning as you stuffed stolen snacks into your backpack. "And you love it," you'd retorted.

And he did.

The three of you were inseparable. Until it all came crashing down.

Jeff's change. After the attack.

You didn't know all the facts, only rumors, whispers, something about a fight, a fire,

a face that would never be the same again.

Liu was taken away. Jeff disappeared.

Your parents didn’t tell you much. Didn’t want you involved.

All you understood was that one morning, Jeff was not there anymore.

No longer stealing food, no longer skipping youth group, no longer whispering snarky jokes under his breath while you attempted not to laugh too loudly.

And then you heard about it.

A house fire. A murder. Jeff had killed his parents and disappeared.

Your parents told you never to mention his name again. They didn't care that you used to be friends, that he was your partner in crime, that you had shared years of struggle and laughter. They only cared that he was a killer.

And you? You were pulled out of that town so fast, you barely had time to process it.

You spent years trying to forget. Trying to leave that part of your life behind.

And then, one night, he came back.

Life had continued. You had continued.

You had a good job, a quiet existence, a routine that worked. No sneaking out, no crazy games, no stupid challenges. You had left it all behind.

Until the night you saw him.

It was close to midnight.

You'd lingered at the hospital too late, the sidewalks empty as you made your way home. Your skin crawled, a creepy feeling of being watched.

And then, a voice.

"Long time no see, angel."

You froze. Because that voice? You knew it.

Your body reluctant to turn, throat tight as you held your breath.

Under the halo-like glow of the lone streetlight nearby stood Jeff.

Taller. Older. Different.

His skin was pale, his face unnervingly weird, still attractive, just…different, stretched into something unnatural, but his grin?

That sharp, cocky grin? That was still the same.

It all hit you in the face at once.

Jeff wasn't dead.

And worse, he was here for you.

You barely had time to react before he was in front of you, too fast, too silent, like he had just materialized out of the dark.

"Surprised?" he said, his head cocked to one side. "Yeah, you and me both. Thought I was dead too, for a while there."

"Jeff…" Your voice struggled. It was like it couldn't possibly work. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He laughed. "What? No 'holy shit, I missed you'? No big dramatic hug?"

You weren't sure whether to run or punch him in the face.

"You were dead," you forced out at last, your heart thudding.

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm a stubborn bastard. Who knew?" He grinned wider. "Miss me?"

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to leave you alone.

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to go away. But something about the way he looked at you, like he knew you, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him, made you hesitate.

That was when it clicked, he wasn't here by accident.

"You were looking for me." No question.

The smirk on Jeff's face held strong. "Thought it was my turn to be the bad influence."

Your heart skipped a beat.

All those years, you'd been the wild one, the one drawing him into trouble. But this time? Now, he was the danger.

And to make matters worse? You had no idea whether you wanted to walk away or not.

Jeff did not disappear after that night. He lingered around.

He found you when you were walking home, slipping out of the shadows with a grin and a new story to tell.

He showed up outside your apartment, just standing there like some nightmare version of an old friend, waiting for you to let him in.

You weren't stupid.

You knew who he was.

You knew the stories, the warnings, the blood that dragged behind him.

But you know Jeff, too.

And that piece of you— the crazy one, the part of you which had always sought danger, the part you'd spent so many years trying to suppress— came alive again.

Jeff brought you back into the world you had left behind.

Stolen shit from convenience stores. Sneaking into places you shouldn’t be.

Running through the city at night, laughing like kids again— though now there was something darker underlying.

He was evil, but he was yours.

He dragged you into the dark, but he never let anyone else touch you. If anyone even looked at you sideways?

Poof.

Gone.

"You're gonna get me in trouble," you told him one night.

He grinned. "Yeah? Feels kinda nice, doesn't it?" And maybe it did.

Maybe you'd played good, quiet, and stable your whole life.

Maybe you'd tried so hard to fit into a life that never fit into you.

And maybe, just maybe, Jeff wasn't the only bad influence here. Because when he looked at you, grinning like the devil, eyes filled with the same chaotic fire you had once known so well—

You didn't run.

You smiled back.

AHHHHH I LOVE SPECIFIC ASKS!!!!

I don’t rlly like this but I hope you do!!!

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okay, now i NEED bill x male reader hcs...

Bill Dickey x Male!Reader HCs!!

- Bill would rather die than admit he likes you.

- At first, he treats you like a rival, like an annoying fanboy who barely knows what he’s talking about 😭😭

- He corrects you constantly, doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong 😭

“That’s not what he said exactly in issue #143, but okay.”

- You think he hates you. He does not. He’s just scared and spiraling 🤷

- You say something like, “I think I like Cyclops more than Wolverine,” and he just stares at you for one full minute like you committed a war crime 😭

- Yells at you during debates, gets red in the face, all puffed up and smug, and then immediately regrets it 😛

- He can’t stop checking if you’re mad at him afterward, discreetly ofc, like glancing at you briefly before looking away when you look back over and over 😭

- Never compliments you directly, but you catch him saying things like:

“I mean yeah, you’re wrong, but at least you’re not a poser like those other idiots.”

- Once referred to you as “tolerable.” That was the most sincere thing he’s ever said about anyone 😼😼

- Lets you touch his comics. Not read them, let’s not get crazy. But you can look 😛

- Has a special space on his shelf where he secretly puts issues he thinks you’d like, plays it off like he “just had extras.” 😼

- You once beat him in an argument and he didn’t talk to you for two days. Then showed up at your house with a bag of chips and a new X-Men issue like nothing happened 🤷

- The club doesn’t know about you. Can’t. Won’t.

- If any of the guys mention you, his face goes stone-cold, shrugs, and says

“He’s just some guy from the arcade.”

- One time, you showed up near the club while they were hanging out, Bill had to distract the others and physically drag you aside to tell you, “You can’t just show up like that.” with shaking hands 😔

- The idea of being seen with you terrifies him. Not because of you, because of what it means about him 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- When it’s just the two of you, he’s quieter, still snarky, still annoying, but… softer, a little less armor :3

- You’ve caught him staring multiple times, and every. time. he looks away so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash 😭

- When you walk home together, he’ll step between you and the road without saying anything. it’s (boyfriend) instinct 😛😛

- Refuses to call it a relationship, says “this isn’t a thing.” but if you don’t show up to the comic shop one of the days you scheduled, he’s pacing the aisles like a man possessed 😭

- Gave you a beat-up Joker pin once. Didn’t say why.

“I had two,” he muttered.

- He didn’t.

- Makes fun of your taste, then starts reading the stuff you like on the side and doesn’t let you know, if you find out, he denies it 😭😭

“It’s just research. I need to know why it’s bad.”

- So sorry babes, but he will NOT speak up against people being homophobic towards you, his internalized homophobia genuinely makes him struggle 😭😭

- Doesn’t hold your hand, will never hold your hand, but if your pinky brushes his and he doesn’t move it? That’s practically a love confession.

- If you ever told him you loved him, he’d freeze. Not because he doesn’t feel it, because he does, and he doesn’t know what to do with that :((

- His version of affection is arguing with you for three hours and then letting you borrow his Emma Frost figure “just for a day.” 😭😭

- One time, you called him “Bill” instead of the usual, “Dickey,” and he didn’t say anything, just looked down and tried to force down the little smile :3

- He will never say “I miss you,” but he will say stuff like:

“You know, you missed a pretty crucial issue drop last Wednesday. I don’t know how your sad little collection is gonna recover.” 😭

- He gives you comics “to fix your taste,” but they’re always ones he knows you’ll like 😛😛

- He calls you at weird hours, and never says hi, just straight up launches into a rant about something a Marvel editor did wrong in a 1988 wolverine comic 😭

- He’s not calling because he wants to talk about comics, he’s calling because he wants to hear your voice 😼😼

- Has a thing for your hands, won’t say it out loud, but he stares when you flip through comics, when you pull sleeves up, and even more when you fix his collar after it shifts 😛😛 (he ends up slapping your hands away 😭)

- If you ever get hurt, even a scratch, it’s automatically your fault 😭

“Oh my god, what kind of idiot just trips over a curb? What? Were you jerkin’ off while walking? You moron— lemme see.”

- One night, when he thought you were asleep, he whispered something and then touched your hair, you couldn’t make it out, but it ended in “…fucking idiot.”

- He doesn’t get better, but he gets less bad (that sounds so stupid 😭) and in his language of grunts, glares, and lent comics, that means everything🤷

I hope someone caught the 143 sneak 😔😔 (SKZ REFERENCEEEEE)

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Hello! I would appreciate it if you wrote Toby's reaction upon seeing his partner (dead for whatever reason you choose) come back from the dead as a ghost after months, without remembering anything. It's something I like to roleplay with on C.AI.

Thank you

Gone.

Ticci Toby x Dead!Partner!Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst???

Toby didn't think something was wrong when he came home. Just another mission, another night of blood, exhaustion, and trying to not worry too much about how numb he felt.

But then he opened your and his shared room door and the air didn't feel right. Too still. Too silent. Like there was something missing.

And thenhe saw you.

Your body wasn't hot when he brushed against it.

It wasn't cold, either.

Just—empty.

Like everything that made you had already left.

No blood, no violent scene, just you, dead, unmoving.

He dropped to his knees next to you, fingers hovering but not touching.

He couldn't.

If he touched you, it would be real.

His breath halted. His fingers convulsed uncontrollably. His tics struck him full-blown, angular, jerky snapping of his shoulders and neck, his throat made a choked sound as he fought to keep up with what he was seeing. What he wasn't seeing.

This didn't happen. This couldn't happen.

He let out a hollow, strangled laugh, gripping his hair. “Hah— okay, okay, real funny, you can stop now—”

But you didn't so much as stir. Breathe.

The world went fuzzy, but he had no idea if it was from the way his head spun or if he was actually crying. He didn't know until he felt the wetness in his palms. He shook you more forcefully once, twice.

"Wake up."

Again. Again.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Nothing. Nothing.

Toby couldn't remember how long he sat there, how long he stared at you, waiting for something, anything to change. It never changed.

Your body wasn't your body anymore. It was a body.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he felt more alone than ever.

Toby barely left his room.

People noticed, sure, but no one really bothered him about it. He was a loner to begin with, but now? Now, he was silent. Withdrawn in a way that wasn't just him not liking crowds— it was like he didn't even exist.

The sketch pad he never left behind, the pages previously covered in doodles and sketches and little comments in the margins about you were blank. He hadn't even opened it since you died.

He talked to you too, sometimes. At night, when he was alone, lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling like if he stared hard enough, he'd see you again. He said things under his breath into the void, voice cracked and rough.

"I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do now."

"This is fucking bullshit, y'know. I didn't even get to say anything."

“You should be here. You‘re supposed to be here.”

Sleep refused to arrive.

It never would, but whenever he closed his eyes, he saw only you.

The second he realized you were dead. The discovery of your body.

The failure to say goodbye. His own voice crying out your name, over and over, as though perhaps doing so could retract something.

On certain evenings,he was sure he felt you there.

Swore he heard the sound of footsteps when nobody else was there. But each time he turned, you weren't present.

Because you were gone.

It happened on one of those nights—one where he was too exhausted to sleep, too alert to rest, too weary to go on but couldn't stop going on either.

He sat outside, hood pulled up around his face, sitting on the porch steps, simply existing.

And then he felt it.

That feeling. The one he'd experience when he turned around, knowing that he'd find you smiling at him.

His breath caught in his throat. He slowly rolled his head to the side, hesitantly, as though if he turned too fast, it would shatter whatever moment this was.

And then, he saw you.

Standing there, looking at him like he was just some other stranger.

For an instant, his mind didn't work. It wouldn't. His body moved ahead of him, standing up on shaking legs. You were there. You were- you were-

But something was wrong.

You seemed the same, yet not the same. Ghostly translucent. Glittering with a supernatural light. Your face was blank, curious, but hollow. No recognition. No welcome.

"Y/N…?" His voice was gruff, cracking, hardly above a whisper. As if saying your name too loudly would make you disappear.

You blinked. Tilted your head to the side. "Who's that?"

His stomach dropped.

Everything inside him stopped.

The seconds dragged on too long, too heavy, too suffocating. His mind was racing, trying to catch up, trying to piece it together, trying to make it make sense.

And then, you spoke again, voice soft, distant. "Do I…know you?"

Something in him broke.

There was a choked, snickering laugh. His fingers quivered, coiling into fists on either side of him. "Oh—oh, that's rich- that's really fucking funny—"

You simply stood there. Confused. Like you didn't know him anymore.

Like you'd never even met him.

The weight of it hit all at once. You were here—but not really. You weren’t you. Not his you.

Something in his chest contorted so fiercely it was as if he couldn't breathe. His throat burned. His eyes stung. His tics struck him full-force, cruel jerks of his head, his fingers convulsing against the fabric of his hoodie.

You were right here. And he'd lost you all over again.

I surprisingly rlly like this :D!!

I hope you like it as much as I do!!!

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TOBY BEGGING FOR IT PLSPLSPLEASEPLEASE PLS PLES PLASE PELASE

Begging for it.

Ticci Toby x Reader

18+ under the cut, MDNI

As you take your shoes off at the door, he's already by your side, his slender fingers touching your pant leg, tracing along the seam.

He follows you into the house, his head down and imploring, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

He‘s waited all day for you to return home, his body buzzing with an impatient thirst only you can quench.

He pulls you onto the sofa, getting you to sit while he kneels in front of you.

"baby," he murmurs, his voice low and slightly desperate. "I missed you so much today. I couldn't think of anything…couldn’t focus on anything…”

He buries his face in your thigh, his nose nudging the material of your pants as he breathes in.

Your scent fills his senses, soothing the wild trembling of his muscles.

Toby gazes up at you, his puppy dog eyes wide and pleading, framed by long, dark lashes.

They shine with tears unshed, wordless appeals for your love and attention. "Please, baby," he whispers, his hand sneaking further up your thigh, curving around the swell of your ass. "I need you. I need to be near you, to lose myself in you."

He gets up slowly, his body pressed against yours, keeping you firmly but gently in place on the sofa. His hands find the button on your trousers, fumbling with it with shaking hands. "I promise I'll be gentle," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'll worship every inch of you, take my time, make you feel so good. Please, let me fuck you. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I need you."

His other hand slides under your shirt, stroking the smooth skin of your back, tracing down your spine.

He's not normally this forward, this desperate, but the thought of being inside you, of connecting with you on the most intimate level, is all he can focus on. The urge to take you, to possess you, is overwhelming.

Toby's breath catches as he looks at you, his eyes exploring yours, wordlessly pleading for your permission, your approval.

His heart pounds, a combination of nervousness and excitement, hoping, praying, that you'll say yes. He knows he has to be gentle, has to worship your body as it needs to be worshipped.

In this moment, you’re his whole world, his everything. And he just wants to show you how much you mean to him…

Smut isn’t my strong suit, and while it technically isn’t smut, I still struggled 😔.

Hope this was good enough tho!!!

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Hello I was wondering if you could a masky/tim & eyeless jack x trad goth. That goes all out. Also love your work. I hope you have a good day. And make sure to take care of yourself.

Tim/Masky & Eyeless Jack x TradGoth!Reader (separately)

It’s gonna be Pre-Relationship to Established Relationship :3

M A S K Y / T I M

BEFORE:

- Noticed you immediately.

- How could he not? You walk in looking like you crawled out of a crypt and he’s just standing in the corner like: 🤨…the fuck? (NOT IN A BAD WAY 😭😭)

- The kind of guy who stares way too long trying to figure you out, but won’t say a word.

- Just mask-on, arms crossed, silently judging (but not actually judging).

- The more he sees you, the more he starts hovering. Not talking. Just appearing. Quiet as hell, somewhere behind you 😼

- Definitely thought you were too “extra” at first. But then you patch up a wound like it’s nothing, or throw hands with some creep over a disagreement, and he’s like… oh.

DURING:

- Doesn’t comment much on your appearance. But he notices everything :3

- If you ever feel self-conscious? He shuts it down with one quiet, blunt line: “Don’t change it.” 😼

- If you make fun of him (jokingly 🙄🙄) for being so beige and plain next to you, he just shrugs. “You shine enough for both of us.” That’s as romantic as it gets with him. (he’s so cute I’m gonna run him over)

- You get weird stares in public? He’s standing right behind you, arms crossed, full resting murder face. People stop real quick 😼😼

- You mention Victorian mourning fashion once and this man deadass shows up later with some dusty-ass antique brooch he “found.” 😭😭

- Your eyeliner gets smudged and he tries to fix it with zero skill. “You look fine.” You don’t. He tried. 🤷

- Will never match your vibe, but silently supports the hell out of it 😛🤷

E Y E L E S S J A C K

BEFORE:

- Intrigued. Deeply. Doesn’t understand why someone would choose to look like a vampire in mourning, but he respects the dedication 🤷

- You walk by and he literally pauses whatever he’s doing, he goes: “Hm.” and then back to dissecting something 😭

- The first thing he noticed about you was your confidence. The way you make something so intense look effortless 😼

- Assumes you’re into death and decay because of your style, asks if you’re interested in anatomy or pathology like it’s a normal first question 😭😭

- Whether you say yes or just go: “Nah I just like bats and corsets.” He blinks, and goes “…Fair enough.”

- Starts recommending gothic literature to you. Stuff you probably already read, but he likes the idea of sharing it anyway 🤷

- Wouldn’t admit it, but he was fully charmed when you complimented his claws.

“I like your claws, they’re naturally horrifying.”

“Thank you.”

DURING:

- Will straight-up sit in silence while you do your makeup just to observe the “ritual.” 😭😭

- If you leave black lipstick marks on his mask? He leaves them there for a while, he likes them :3

- You call him “my favorite monster” and he melts. Doesn’t show it, but internally? Screaming. 😼

- Finds you a beautiful, lacy, black parasol at a flea market and hands it to you with zero comment. Just: “This seemed… your style.”

- If anyone mocks your look, he steps forward very slowly and just stares 🧍. “Say it again.”

- Your aesthetics match weirdly well. Like you’re both a little cursed-looking in different fonts :33

- Loves reading while you lie on his lap looking like a Tim Burton sketch. You fall asleep to his voice and it’s one of the rare times he feels safe :3

- Your fashion might’ve drawn him in, but your morbid sense of humor and quiet loyalty sealed it 😼😼

HERE YOU GO BBY!!

I hope this was up to standards 😼😼

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alright, toby request it is since you asked

what are his thoughts on valentines day candies?

i personally love the chalk hearts lol

Toby’s thoughts on Valentine’s Day candy.

- Chocolate? Absolutely.

- The man has no self-control when it comes to chocolate, especially around Valentine’s Day 😭😭

- For the first couple days, he’s eating piece after piece, stuffing his pockets with whatever he can grab 😼

- Then he crashes.

- Cue Toby, curled up in his room, groaning about how he’s dying and swearing he’ll never touch chocolate again.

“I’m serious this time—if you see me eating chocolate, slap it outta my hands.”

(You do not take this seriously, because you know damn well he’ll be doing it again next year.)

- Fast forward 365 days? Yeah, he’s doing it again.

- Conversation hearts? Immediate disgust. The first time he tried one, he nearly spat it out on the floor.

- The texture alone makes him physically cringe, and the taste? Weird as hell.

- Avoids them like the plague.

- If someone offers him one, he’ll look at them like they just tried to poison him.

- “Why do people eat these? Who decided this was candy? Who the fuck likes these?”

- Reese’s? Absolutely not. Peanut butter and chocolate is a crime to him. And he already fucking despises peanut butter.

- He tried it once, gagged, and has refused to touch it since.

- “You might as well just eat peanut butter straight from the jar. Actually, no, don’t do that—that’s fucking nasty.” (he’s right.)

- If you try to sneak it into his candy stash, he will throw it back at you.

- Caramel-filled chocolates? (Twix, heart shaped caramel filled chocolate, etc.) The only exception to his “no more chocolate” rule.

- If there’s caramel inside, all bets are off.

- You’ll still find him eating caramel chocolate weeks after Valentine’s Day 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- He stocks up like it’s a survival necessity😭

- “Okay, but this is different. This is caramel. It doesn’t count.”

- You will never catch him throwing these out. Ever.

- Sour Patch Kids (Valentine’s Edition)? Instant win.

- If you give him a little Valentine’s pack of Sour Patch Kids, you are immediately his favorite person.

- He loves sour candy, and the Valentine’s ones are smaller, which means he can eat an entire pack in like, a minute.

- If you give him a bunch, expect to hear him snacking on them late at night, probably while pacing around his room.

- “This is and caramel chocolates are the only Valentine’s candies that actually matter. You did good.”

SO BASICALLY:

Chocolate? Yes, but with no self-control.

Conversation hearts? Disgusting, get them away.

Reese’s? A personal attack.

Caramel chocolates? A gift from the gods.

Sour Patch Kids? Best candy ever.

I’m very biased and I genuinely think he would behave like this towards the candy 😭😭

(it’s how I act towards the candy😭)

nothing personal, but conversation hearts ARE NASTY.

and i’m not trying to yuck anyones yum, but peanut butter is NAWT something I can get behind 😭😭

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So…I might be kinda obsessed….

some pictures are refs from pinterest, not sure of the og artists :((

(btw most of these are sloppy bcs i havent drawn in like 6 months, they basically pulled me out of my artists block ;33)

(I got the 8th one from my instagram story, bcs i took the picture there and didn’t take a picture in my actual camera app 😭😭)

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G - U - I - L - T - Y

Jeff The Killer x Reader

“Poison apple,

spellbound,

you wanna take a bite?”

Jeff had warned you.

Not with words, he didn’t do warnings like that. No, his warnings were in the way he looked at you, the way his fingers curled just short of touching, the way his smile stretched wide and sharp.

“Go on,” he had murmured once, voice thick with amusement. “Tell yourself you don’t want me.”

You did. God, you did.

And it was the worst mistake of your life.

Or maybe, the best one.

Because Jeff didn’t love like normal people did. Love, to him, was something that choked, that burned, that consumed. He didn't just want you, he wanted everything of you. Your skin, your breath, your soul, your mind.

- -

“Just a little more,

that’s all it takes.”

And you gave it to him.

- -

“Make you addicted,

you can’t tell pain from love.”

The thing about Jeff?

He wasn’t gentle.

His hands gripped too tight, his teeth sank too deep, and his voice, low, smug, mocking, never let you forget that he had you wrapped around his goddamn finger.

"Pathetic," he'd grumble, watching the way your breathing stuttered when he came close.

"You like this," he'd mock, and he was right.

He played with you like a cat plays with a mouse, tempting you, pushing you away, watching you crumble and crawl back.

And yet, you couldn’t leave.

Because when it was good? It was heaven.

Jeff knew how to make you melt, how to make you beg, how to make you forget that every time you touched him, you were setting yourself on fire.

And he loved it.

- -

“You got me G-U-I-L-T-Y.”

You knew, deep down, that this wasn’t love. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt. Love wasn’t supposed to leave you gasping, bleeding, shaken down to your bones.

But Jeff made you forget that.

When he whispered against your ear, voice dripping with venom.

When he pulled you in, knuckles white with how hard he gripped you.

When he smirked against your skin, leaving marks because he wanted the world to see you were his.

- -

“Who’s gonna punish me?”

Jeff didn’t regret a thing.

Every lie, every bite, every time he made you cry; he wore it like a badge of honor.

- -

“Again,

just playing a game all for fun.”

And you? You let him.

Because even though he was breaking you, you wanted to break with him.

- -

“Go on and deny your heart,

okay for tonight.”

You tried to leave once.

Tried to walk away, block him out, let your heart breathe.

It didn’t last.

Because Jeff didn’t let go.

The second he saw you pull away, something changed.

The teasing smirks? Gone. The amusement? Faded. In its place was something colder, more cutting—something menacing.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

His tone was too calm, too level, as if he was anticipating you to lie.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he was already there.

One step. Two. Backing you into a corner.

You weren’t scared of Jeff.

Not in the way most people were.

Not because of the blood on his hands or the way he smiled when he talked about killing.

No. You weren’t scared of Jeff.

You were scared of how much you still wanted him.

And he knew it.

His fingers traced the curve of your jaw, tilting your head back, forcing you to gaze into his hollow, distant gaze.

“Tell me the truth now.”

You trembled.

And Jeff? He laughed.

- -

“On that vague border between good and bad,

you played the fool for me.”

That was the thing about Jeff.

He never had to chase you.

He just had to wait.

Because you always came back.

And every time you did, he pulled you in harder, deeper, until you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.

And the worst part?

You didn’t want to escape.

You wanted to be ruined by him.

Jeff wasn’t sweet. He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t gentle.

But he was yours.

And that? That was enough.

- -

“You got me G-U-I-L-T-Y.”

Jeff is a seducer, but an unrepentant one. He enjoys the control, the push and pull, the breaking and rebuilding.

You’re trapped not physically, but emotionally. You know he’s toxic, you know he’ll destroy you, but you can’t leave—and you don’t want to.

Jeff never apologizes. Not once. If anything, he revels in the fact that he has you exactly where he wants you.

Love is a crime, and you both enjoy the punishment.

I hope you like this :3

This one was thought about before criminal, I just didn’t have the motivation to post it 😔

“C R I M I N A L”

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hi hi!! may i request nina, kate, and/or jane mentoring a newbie creepypasta/proxy reader? all platonic but could be romantic if u want! i thought it would be fun :3

Nina, Kate and Jane mentoring Newbie!Proxy!Reader

Platonic AND Romantic versions :3

Nina

Platonic Mentorship

- Nina does not take you seriously at first. You’re a newbie, probably nervous, and she feeds off that 😭😭

- Expect her to mess with you constantly; hiding your weapons, pushing you into fights just to “see what happens,” and gaslighting you into thinking she’s helping.

“You’re scared? Pfft, no you’re not, you’re just excitement-starved. C’mon, let’s go break something!”

- Teaches you how to manipulate people. Not in a “here’s a lesson” way; she just does it in front of and to you and expects you to pick it up 😔

- The worst teacher but somehow effective. You’ll get stronger, faster, and meaner… but at what cost? 🤨

- If you impress her? She actually starts giving real advice. But only after tormenting you first.

“Okay, fine, you’re not totally hopeless. You should try aiming lower when you stab, it’s way harder to dodge.”

Romantic Mentorship

- The constant teasing gets worse. She loves making you flustered.

- “Ohh, do you get nervous when I get this close?” she says as she leans in too close just to watch you squirm 😭😭

- Gets possessive fast. She does not share well. If someone else tries even giving you advice? She makes their life hell 😭😭

- Will drag you into reckless situations on purpose. There’s nothing more thrilling than surviving together🤷

- If you get hurt? She flips out.

“WHO DID IT? I SWEAR I’M GONNA RIP THEIR FUCKING SPINE OUT.”

- The first time you manipulate someone, she literally swoons.

“Awww, my little monster is learning! :3”

Kate

Platonic Mentorship

- Expects you to learn by watching. She’s not big on instructions; she moves, you follow. If you can’t keep up? That’s your problem 🤷

- Strict but fair. If you ask stupid questions, she ignores them. If you ask smart ones, she actually answers :3

- Takes you on silent hunts—stalking victims, watching patterns, teaching you how to move unseen :33

“You breathe too loud. Fix it.”

- Pushes you past your limits. If you complain? She doesn’t care 😔

- Teaches you precision. She hates wasted movement, wasted words, wasted time. If you swing a knife without purpose, she makes you do it again.

Romantic Mentorship

- Denial, denial, denial. Kate does NOT acknowledge her feelings at first.

- If she notices that she started going easier on you? She forces herself to be harder on you instead 😭

- Acts indifferent, but watches your every move. She memorizes how you fight, how you think, your tells and weaknesses :33

- Gives you her hoodie (extremely rare) once and immediately regrets it 😭😭

“I didn’t do it because I like you. You were cold. That’s it. Shut up.”

- Snaps if someone else flirts with you. Doesn’t say anything—just steps in front of you, stares the other person down, and doesn’t move 😼

- If you get hurt? She patches you up silently, but gently. The only time she ever softens.

Jane

Platonic Mentorship

- The only one who actually teaches properly 😭😭

- Jane is patient, methodical, and expects you to take things seriously 🫡

- Drills you on stealth. If you make noise? She hears it. If you hesitate? She catches it 🤷

- Harsh but supportive. If you mess up, she makes you do it again. If you get frustrated? She talks you through it :33

- Gives real-life experience. Instead of just talking, she takes you on missions. She doesn’t interfere unless necessary, she wants to see if you can handle yourself :3

- If you earn her respect? She becomes incredibly protective 😋

Romantic Mentorship

- Human version of slow burn. Jane doesn’t fall fast. She watches you, evaluates you and waits until she’s sure you’re worth it 😭😭

- Actually enjoys teaching you. Watching you grow, get stronger, become confident, it makes her proud :’3

- Will 100% fight anyone who disrespects you, I don’t make the rules 🤷🤷

“They won’t do it again. Trust me.”

- Rare but intense soft moments. Late at night, after a mission, when it’s just the two of you… she lets her guard down.

“You did good today. I- I’m proud of you.”

- Once she lets herself love you, it’s over. She will burn the world down before she lets anything happen to you :33

I HOPE THESE WERE GOOD, SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG :(((((