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[creepling]

hi! happy 1k <3 may i request a piece with johnny x single mom reader + the prompt “will you stay?” “of course, i’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”? i thought it’d be interesting if reader was formerly captured by the sawyer family, while she was on vacation with friends, but johnny relented and decided to let her go because of how badly she begged for her life & at the time her baby was only 2 months old, which she told him. so johnny being johnny as well, he was able to track her down a month later — at first just to check up on her, but he decided he wanted to help her raise her kid & kind of switch up his life since the baby’s father is (willingly) out of the picture. also reader is a young mom (early 20s), around the same age that johnny is, he’s just a lil older. they’re still warming up to each other/developing their relationship but to the reader’s surprise, johnny’s really good with kids & has done a lot to help reader out to give her a break? AAAA THIS IS A LOT OF INFO IM SORRY but i hope it makes sense & that you have fun with making something out of this <333

AAAA ok no but i love this, idk it makes sense for the sawyers to spare a victim if they have a kid?? the whole "family" motto would get to them lol. i love all your info but i apologise if i've missed out on anything. i've made this drabble more like a time passing sort of thing so i could include everything.

tags: angst. single-mum!reader. reformed!johnny. kid is gn (use of they/it). descriptions of trauma. johnny feels a lot of guilt. mild blood ment.

“Drop the god-damn knife, Johnny. She’s got a kid for crying out loud!” Drayton barked.

Johnny’s adrenaline shot through his body, tensing his muscles and trembling his hands. “Is that true?” He growled, eyes shot out at your petrified stare.

You pulled a Polaroid picture out of your pocket, your bloody hands staining the corners. You beheld it to Johnny, trying to steady your shakes. Johnny gazed at the picture, the newborn clouded in white, its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

“My baby . . . My baby. I need to go home to my baby,” You sob, begging on your knees, hysterics maddening all parts of your manner.

Johnny’s knife dropped to the floor, and he thought about every bad thing he had done. There was no coming back from this.

It had been a month of silence. A month of sleepless nights and looking over your shoulder. Breastfeeding became agonising. Your baby’s cries sent you into uncontrollable alertness. Your hair was brittle and your skin shallow, the stress shivering through your body like a ghost entering your soul.

The letters came around that time. Off-white envelopes with a few dollars in cash. All that was left was a note,

For the Baby, I’m sorry.

Meeting him again after the kidnapping was an anxiety-driven step, bouncing your baby on your lap as you waited in the diner booth. You convinced yourself you lost your mind, wanting to rekindle with your kidnapper. But you hadn’t heard from anyone since the birth; the baby daddy became non-existent. Your family refuse to return your calls. The only person willing to help you was Johnny.

He was silent across from you for a while. The only words he uttered were to order from the menu. He shovelled down an apple pie while you bottle-fed your child, lulling them to their afternoon nap.

“Why are you helping me?” You remember asking. Visioning Johnny’s deep gaze, his subtle glances at your first-born, a tinge of sadness glazing his eyes.

He said he owed you too much. Your baby deserved to grow up with a male figure in its life, and you deserved someone to protect you. The sight of your youthful features withering away from stress, the permanent damage he inflicted on you, ached your eyes and down-turned your smile. It kept him up at night thinking about you, struggling with the fussing cries and flashes of his brute force. He wanted to step up. He was ready for redemption.

He drove you back home, watching over his new companions with careful eyes. His arm outstretched as he turned the wheel, hoping not to disturb the baby’s slumber. The rascal woke up eventually, full of energy the minute you invited him inside. “Would you like to hold them?” You asked, unable to ignore his loving stares.

He felt like crying, holding something so precious. Knowing he nearly orphaned this child, ridding it of a beautiful mother. He swore to protect the kid, holding its gentle head and leaning it into his chest. His gentleness surprised you, the warmth filling your smile for the first time in months.

Johnny never left the house. He hadn’t seen his family in months and had no plans on returning. Your little one was proliferating, and Johnny got used to using his strength to pry the ankle biter from dangerous objects. He ditched the knives and retired into swinging the kid until they were out of breath from laughter. He stepped up, got a job, and brought money in to keep you secure.

He was a different man, and he changed you as a mother. He repented for his sins. He begged for forgiveness with every stare your way, with every gentle touch. You finally forgave him, praying that his presence is destined to be everlasting.

“Will you stay?” He held you in his arms as you choked up, clinging to his body. 

“I’m not plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon.” Johnny kissed the top of your head, his arms around you. Your loving touch soothing the aching heart he’s adorned for decades.

[finniestoncrane]

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k giveaway commission: thank you sweet and precious @creepling for my first foray into a sex pollen style fic, and the perfect subject for it! waller has synthesised a replica of some brainiac serum that encourages procreation, and since george literally will take any excuse for a good root, he and reader are the test subjects 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex pollen-esque, dubcon elements, overstimulation, breeding kink, exhibitionism

"Send her in."

"Ms Waller, have you really considered the ethical implications of-"

"Do you want to go in there?"

"N-no."

"Well then, send. Her. In."

Only three days since Hack had discovered documentation of a serum in Brainiac's logs that encouraged repetitive breeding amongst subjects, with successful procreation leading to the optimal genetic conditions being chosen from both parents for the offspring. And in that three days, Waller had gained permission from the government for ARGUS to implement a test of the synthesised serum.

They had so many more fights ahead of them, and she didn't consider herself to be working with the best team. However, she could at least admit that amidst all the negative traits, there were some positives. But the risk was still there, so she wasn't about to select the top for the experiment.

Which is why she had settled on George Harkness. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't feel bad losing him. And for his partner, a random inmate. No discernible talents, so to speak, at least not in a way that would be effective against meta humans or alien hoards. But someone who was of sound-ish mind and could offer a sense of stability to whatever George was offering.

That's where you came in.

All they had to do was mentioned a reduced sentence and you had agreed. Truthfully, when they had been explaining it to you in the medical checks, you had only focused on the concept of finally, after months of no physical contact, having sex, at last.

Something that your partner was equally excited about.

In the room beyond the door where you were being kept, George was standing against the wall, rutting into it, his stiff cock bashed against the surface in a bid to find any kind of friction. He'd been given the serum five minutes before, and the effects were almost instantaneous.

The serum had been injected into you moments before they led you down the corridor, so you were slightly behind him in terms of your side effects. That meant you were vaguely shocked when you were shoved into the room, the door locked behind you, and you found George humping the air as he turned to you.

"Hello, Sheila! What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?"

His grin was wide, pushing into his cheeks, the creases in his face deep as he winked and narrowed his eyes. Usually, that kind of blatant, and poor, attempt at flirting would have put you off, but the serum had begun to work through you. That, and you had to admit that you definitely found him attractive.

George lifted his shirt off as he walked towards you, flexing his muscles and tensing them, showing off like a peacock. It was effective, as you felt your own stomach tighten, warmth spreading through your core as you took in the sight of him, fit, sturdy, oddly charming.

"Hot in here, ain't it, babe?"

As he took off his signature beanie, tossing it to the floor, he shook his hair out, the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead falling onto the floor with the movement. Meeting him in the middle of the floor, you pressed your hands to his torso. A move that was far more forward than one you were likely to make under normal circumstances, but you were practically growling, desperate to feel his body, aching for him to be as close to you as possible. Your cunt clenched, longing for something to fill it, and George was right there, willing and eager.

"Fuck me."

"You not gonna ask me out to dinner first, babe?"

"I don't know how much time we have before the serum wears off... do you really want to risk it?"

He smiled wide, licking at his lips and waggling his tongue at you before putting it back in his mouth.

"Yeah, fair point well made, love. You know me, any excuse."

With complete abandon to any of your senses or social norms, you let your pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them and falling to the floor. Maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, you reached behind to spread yourself open for him.

"Where do you want it then, babe?"

You looked to him with a questioning gaze. From her position behind the two-way glass, Amanda rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend his stupidity.

"Oh right! The... the thing..."

Quickly, and with very little care for any foreplay, George ran a finger down your slit, spreading your slit over your cunt before he pushed his cock deep within your walls, beginning to fuck you at an energetic and frantic pace.

"Fuck me, babe... they'll have to get a team of men to pull me out of you."

"They're... not gonna... hng... pull you out, George... that's the point..."

His eyes widened as he realised, rutting into you more frantically at the excitement of cumming inside of you, painting your insides, his seed there for a purpose.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I've already made one... might as well give it another go!"

As he neared his orgasm, his words became cruder, alluding to the act in a way that was so lewd you could feel yourself getting wetter and warmer with each statement.

"... fill you up... get it right up there in you... no chance you're leaving here empty... tied to me always, eh?"

With what you could only describe as a howl, you felt his body tense and shudder, one last final, deep thrust into you as you were filled with his warm, thick seed.

He kept rutting, a sticky mess against his abdomen and your rear, coating his dick, your slick and his cum combined as he kept pushing himself forward. His cock was softening, but he refused to move from you, and only when you collapsed onto your stomach was his length released.

George's cum was still spilling out of you, so much of it even after he had spent an extra minute pumping it deep inside of you, ensuring that you would definitely be in receipt of his significant contributions towards Waller's future line of controllable, successful squad members.

And as you felt yourself finding the energy to ask for a second round, you turned to find George still rutting, his hips jerking into the air, clearly ready to go again, too.

[danowh0re]

OMFG. literally thank you so fuckin much, I never thought I could get this far- I appreciate every single one of you. THANK YOUUUU. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Milestones like this is the reason I'm still here, and you guys are too!!!! I love all of you so so so much. Giving all of you kisses on the cheeks.

I don't know who to tag because I don't have a lot of dano 'mutuals', but I appreciate every single one of you. Imma just tag everyone in my taglist—

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The celebration is a BLT :D.

RULES ~

You can only send one request at a time!!!!

@thehermitsaltar and I were focused on finding something to do and we thought of a sandwich so—

🍾C E L E B R A T I O N🍾

The bread is the fluffest part of the sandwich, which is what you can request!!!!!

Send 'bread for the 1k celebration' and a character of your choosing and I'll write a fluff drabble or hcs with the character!!!

The lettuce!!!! Is the crunchest part of a b.l.t and that's why its gonna be angst!!!!

Send 'lettuce for the 1k celebration' and a character of your choosing and I'll write a angst hc or drabble of that character!!!!

The baccon!!!! Literally have no idea what the inspo for this was- Dylan just has a big brain and helped me out lmao

But it's gonna be the alphabet prompt, hc, things!!!!

Send 'Baccon for 1k celebration' and a character AND IF YOU WANT THE ALPHABET TO BE NSFW OR SFW AND TELL ME WHAT LETTER YOU WANT TOO, IM NOT DOING A FULL ASS THING

Sfw alphabet

Nsfw alphabet

The sauce ;). The sauce is the saucest of the b.l.t 😩😩 which means its gonna be smuttttt

Send 'sauce for the 1k celebration' with a character of your choosing and I will get out a smut drabble or hcs 😩

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[quackisinnit]

QUACKISINNIT'S EVENT ~

hello everyone! this for my 1k clebration and i've decided to do a writing event. this isn't a competition or anything, it's just a place where you can see your work and other's as well!

this is inspired by @svgarbees !! go check them out<3

Event is now closed!

⤔ The rules:

• any mcyt writer can participate! even if we're not mutuals

• you can pick any cc (that is comfortable with fanfiction) or dream smp character

• x reader only because i am uncomfortable with shipping fanfiction (sorry!)

• can be romantic or platonic

• you pick a prompt from the list and write with whatever cc or character you chose. there can only be a maximum of 2 people in each prompt

• send me an ask, reblog, or comment for the prompt you want to do! when you're done, tag me in the post and i'll add it to this post

• you can do whatever you want with the prompt! if for example, a prompt says "i'll always be here," it can become a fluff, even if it sounds like angst!

• triggering topics are okay, as long as they aren't too graphic

• all fics must be sfw so that everyone can read it:)

• on march 27 the event will be closed! tell me if you need more time

please reblog even if you aren't going to join just so rhat it doesnt flop kshk

⤔ The prompts:

1. "You're insane!" "Arent we all?" (full)

Dream - @whatdoiknowo FINISHED

Wilbur - @crOwbonezz-wr1ting-inc FINISHED

2. "Isn't this illegal?" "Only if you get caught." (full)

Dantdm and Dr. Trayaurus - @psychicnightmaretales

Quackity - @inniterhq FINISHED

3. "I just... I just care for you. Please understand that."

SBI - @mitzimania FINISHED

4. "Promise you won't let go?" "I promise."

Nihachu - @yamturds FINISHED

5. "You see them in me, don't you?"

Quackity - @mina-luv-bot

6. "Do you even love me?"

Captain Puffy - @writinginnit FINISHED

7. "Are you okay?" "It's just a scratch."

8. "I love you but I don't know if you feel the same."

Ghostbur - @llvyu FINISHED

9. "Am I not enough?"

Quackity - @creepling FINISHED

10. "You're so warm." (full)

Wilbur - @forutheworld FINISHED

Technoblade - @sirsleeps FINISHED

11. "They have no idea what they're missing" (full)

Ranboo - @wasteofspacze

SBI - @b4b13c4k3s

12. "'Us?' I like the sound of that."

13. "Shut up and kiss me."

Sapnap - @technopink FINISHED

14. "Are you still awake?" "Yeah." (full)

Awesamdude - @quackitree FINISHED

Karl - @innittubbo FINISHED

15. "Why did you call me? It's freezing out here!"

Quackity - @basilly FINISHED

I will add more if needed.

[creepling]

✒️ - “making fun of them for their favourite (movie/book/etc) then (watching/reading/etc) it because of them and ending up loving it” + johnny <3

(congratulations on 1k you’re writing is so immersive and the characterisation is always SO on point you deserve every note and follower <33)

omg anon thank you sm, that is so sweet. i love this prompt so much because i have been wondering what type of movies and books johnny would be into. hope you like the result<33

tags: ment of a clockwork orange. canon-set in 1974. johnny is smoking and gets a lil pissy at reader

"Surely you go to the cinema now and then," You scoff after Johnny admits he wasn't one to watch many movies.

"Nah, don't like 'em," He shrugged, resting his feet on the porch fence, and he swung on his chair. You watch as he draws his cigarette, shaking your head in amazement.

"Have you ever seen a movie in your life?" You tease, shading your eyes from the blazing sun.

Johnny frowned and exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Of course, I have, dumbass. I'm not that stupid."

"Well, what's the best movie you've seen so far?" You ask, leaning back on the fence, your blinded eyes adjusting to Johnny's face.

He thought for a good while, sucking his cheeks and staring into space. "A Clockwork Orange," He blankly answered, returning to smoking his cigarette.

Your eyebrows knit in inquisitiveness. You have heard of it; it came out a few years ago. But everyone you know who saw it said it was disturbing, so you did not go and see it. "Isn't that the British one with a lot of violence in it?"

Johnny shrugged, "It wasn't that bad,"

You scoff out a laugh. "Trust the bad boy to like a movie with a lot of violence in it," You tease, earning a glare from him.

"You asked me my favourite movie, and I told you. Now you wanna get at me for it?" Johnny's defensiveness took you aback, causing you to laugh nervously.

"I'm only joking, Johnny. Damn, calm down." You say, but Johnny was already storming back inside the house. You took that as your message to leave and sulk back to your car.

In the week you were away from the Slaughter yard, you took the time to go to a midnight screening of A Clockwork Orange, thinking you owed Johnny some gratitude for teasing him. Once you left the cinema, you were amazed. Sure, it was violent, very violent. At times, you shielded your eyes from the screen. But for Johnny to like it, it was surprisingly visualistic. It was grotesquely beautiful.

The next day, you visited Johnny, approaching the porch like a dog with its tail between its legs. You were curious to know if Johnny was mad at you as he gave you a blank stare like he always does. In the same position, smoking a cigarette, you walk up to him and stand by his side.

"I saw that movie you like the other day," You begin, looking for his reaction.

He glances at you, keeping to himself. You lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head.

"It was terrific," You confess. Johnny's shoulders shifted as he chuckled. "What?"

"Trust you to tease me for liking a movie and end up likin' it yerself," He said amusingly, leaving a peck on your arm. At his return to affection, you smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I kinda wanna see it again. Maybe we should go together?" You suggest.

Johnny smirks as he rubs your arm and pulls you closer, "Sounds like a date."

[creepling]

hello hello !!!!! happy 1k friend (‘: may i request for a drabble for the nightmare comfort prompt — "i'm sorry." "don't be sorry for this. not ever." with johnny x reader? perhaps the reader and johnny are in a relationship but because of past traumas with exes and their family, the reader has trust/abandonment issues so it’s still hard for them to open up to johnny? so for the first time they have a bad nightmare when he’s sleeping over & the reader finally lets him see them at their worst and cries in his arms, practically begging him not to leave them alone? just a ton of hurt/comfort tbh cos … yea ):

thank you sm anon<33 this will be my last request for the 1k event as it has now officially hit midnight for me. thank u for the requests<33

tags: gn!reader. hurt/comfort. nightmares/night terrors. past trauma. adandonment issues. crying. hugging. thought of revenge.

His heart sank when you swatted his arms away, begging to be left alone. Tears streaming down your face, images of your neverending nightmare haunting your mind. Your night terror has spilt over, leaving you to believe you were still there, still with them.

“Honey, please, just sit down. There is no one here except me,” Johnny soothes, his voice thick with misunderstanding. It is the first time he has seen you like this.

“No, no, I'm not going back, I’m not going back,” Your words were gibberish to him.

“What ‘you mean? Please, darlin’, just talk to me,” Johnny choked on the lump in his throat, wishing he could embrace you, soothe your nerves and have his touch cure your anxiety. He hated seeing you like this. He didn’t understand it.

“You’re gonna leave me, just like everyone else!” You finally snapped, perceiving Johnny in the room with you. “Everyone leaves me. I’m so alone . . . so alone.”

“How could ya think sucha thing? You’re ma angel. You’re stuck with me, darlin’,” Johnny chuckled, defusing the stress. He slowly reached his hand towards you, noticing the change in your look morphing into softness – brokenness.

“You can’t leave me. You can’t. I won’t let you,” You say, almost possessively, but the sob stuck in your vocal cords still encumbered you. Your cheeks flushed and tear-stained. Johnny began wiping your tears with his calloused fingers, being as gentle as possible.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetpea. C’mer,” He slowly hugged you, relieved to feel you mould into his shape. Tucking your face between his neck and shoulder, letting his warmth soothe your sorrow. As you sighed, Johnny sensed your exhaustion. He still had to learn a lot about you, but he was willing to explore his newfound sympathy if it meant keeping you near. He’d do anything for you.

“I'm sorry." You choked, “I- I ain’t normally like this it’s,”

Johnny didn’t need to hear excuses. Anything that gets you this worked up is enough to convince him it’s bad. And he will raise hell to get back at whoever hurt you. No one hurts his lover. 

"Don't be sorry for this. Not ever."

[creepling]

For the 1k followers thing (congrats btw, you deserve it), how about a Drabble with Johnny slaughter x reader with the prompt “one gets in an accident and who’s there when they wake up in the hospital? Their sworn enemy themselves” from the “enemies but one of them has a crush” list? Like maybe they’ve been neighbors for a while and just can’t seem to get along, and then one day he attacks her (or them if you wanna kept it gender neutral) thinking that it’s his victim and then he takes the reader to the hospital and they wake up like bro wtf is even happening (if this is too much story, feel free to scrap it, I saw the prompt and got carried away, may or may not write a whole fic based on this, we’ll see). Anyways sorry this was so long, hope you’re having a good day ❤️

you don't have to be sorry i love this concept!! sorry if i couldn't fit all the details but feel free to use this drabble as inspo for your fic series!! i'd love to read it<33

tags: gn!reader. johnny feels guilt. descriptive violence. full blown enemies. reader is fiestyyy and injured. not proofread.

Your head stirs awake after an everlasting dream. Opening you to the in-between of life and death. The afterlife light blends with the hospital room's fluorescent glow. You squint, groaning in fatigue, a stale numbness comatosing your body. “Where am I?” You groan, noticing the shadowy figure through your blurry vision.

“You’re awake,” The figure was surprised, rushing to your aid. They held your hand in a familiar firmness, and you grimace at their touch.

Your head pounding, you finally adjust to your surroundings, making out the person in front of you. Hair slicked back, eyes stern, absent of that smirk that makes your blood boil. He looked concerned, but it wasn’t enough to soothe your anger.

“You-” Lurching forward, you wince at the drip needle yanking at your skin. Johnny lays you back down, trying his best to calm you down.

“Now’s not the time for fighting,” He says, studying your dry lips and sullen eyes. His carelessness brought you here, the image of your spilt blood burning a hole in his mind. It was the first time he ever felt guilty.

“Get the fuck away from me,” You spat, “You’re the reason I’m fucking here. Once I get out, you’re fucking dead meat!”

“I can explain-” Johnny begins, but you’re quick with your tongue.

“After all these years of hating me and me standing up to your bullshit, and this is what I get? You try to kill me? Fucking piece of shit. It’s about time I slit your throat,”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Johnny barked, trying to keep quiet. “Look- you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I thought you were . . . one of the kids escaping. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I had to get them before they-”

Johnny stopped talking once he saw your stare, that loathing stare he hated to see. You were conflicted by the way he stared at you. He looked hurt, possibly guilty – but it wasn’t enough to convince you. You knew him inside out for the narcissist that he is. If only you knew his suppressed feelings for you, how highly he thinks of you. You are the last person he wants dead in this world, even if it is a means to an end. He made matters worse, concealing it by being mean to you. If he were honest, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Slaughter. Once I’m back in good health, I will hunt you down like you do those silly little girls. And I will make sure your death is long and painful.” You spat, looking him up and down. “Now, get out before I strangling you.”

[creepling]

✒️ — “sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?” + joel miller please and tysm, congrats on 1k!! <3

i was thinking on this concept all day bc this is my first time writing for joel n i wanted to do it justice. tysm for your request and congrats<33

tags: gn!reader. use of a gun (joel pointing it at you). enemies to crushing. bed sharing. swearing.

“I am not sleeping on the floor,” You declare, staring daggers at the man pointing a gun at you, your hands bound behind your back. 

“Thieves don’t deserve luxury,” Joel remarked. He looked like a mean motherfucker, staring right through you. He didn’t like your attitude, but it made toying with him all the more fun.

Joel’s job was to deliver you back to the QZ after you stole supplies and ran for it. Hell knows why they wanted you back alive. Joel would have shot you on the spot, but he figured you’d have a more agonising punishment when he returned you. And the bounty was a pretty penny for a job so simple. He’d be stupid to turn it down.

“You call that luxury? Dude, we’re gonna get bed bugs either way,” You scoff, cocking your head towards the dusty bed.

“Fine, you sleep in the fucking bed. If I catch you off it, you’re dead,” This guy was so mean, so threatening. You laughed him off, hopping onto the bed and finding a comfy spot in your bounds.

“Why you gotta hate me so much?” You sighed, “If you knew why I stole them, I think you’d think twice about shooting me.”

Joel gritted his teeth, not appreciating you playing with his emotions. He sat up on the bed, finger hovering over the trigger. “It doesn’t matter. You know people are starving in there, and you went ahead and made it harder for everyone.”

“And you should also know the QZ denies resources to needy people. I’m not dumb, you work for those asshole guards. Don’t you notice them getting fatter – eating all the food? Gimmie a fucking break,” You bite back.

Joel looked at you, reading the genuine annoyance on your face. Maybe you were as noble as you sound. And perhaps you were talking sense, and Joel agreed with you. Or maybe you were a firefly or another vigilante on the rise. Complying with you meant he was putting his life at risk.

“So fucking honourable,” Joel mumbled, “I’d get some rest. We’ll arrive by noon, and they’ll want you all perked up before they have it with you.”

You ignored his words, eying his body next to yours, a smirk arriving on your sly face. “You’re not sleeping in the bed, too, are you?”

Joel pressed his gun firmer against your back. “I said get some rest.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter. This guy was ridiculous. “Sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?”

He fought the urge to beat the shit out of you. He turned away, holding the gun against his chest. He cursed himself from the blush creeping up his neck.

“I don’t have to worry, do I? You’re not like a perv or anything?” You said half-jokingly.

“No, I’m not,” Joel began to get irritated, wishing you’d drop it and sleep.

“I’ll take your word for it,” You sighed, closing your eyes. You were the first to wake up, your eyes greeted by the rising sun through the misty window. You feel an unidentified weight from over you, cringing at the impact. Instead of the big, intimidating man smothering you in your sleep, his arm was wrapped around you, cuddling you like a teddy bear. Before you woke him up to his embarrassment, you gaze at the warmth of his skin, his crow eyes, the peaceful expression on his face. Damn, he’s pretty handsome, you thought, beginning to smile.

[creepling]

🍙 — here i am again, sorry i just had to request this too. can i get reformed johnny slaughter bf moodboard? also if u wanna do cowboy bf leland.. 🥺 i saw that was ur example and who doesn’t love leland? anyways, ily and i’m proud of u! thank u. <3

don’t be sorry you can request as much as you want!! but since you asked for reformed!johnny AND cowboy leland… why not both? ;^) bc of the photo limit i’ll put cowboy leland in another post<33

reformed!johnny bf moodboard

[creepling]

— cowboy!leland bf moodboard

as requested by @odditiesofmia

[creepling]

🍙 - happy 1k!! i'm going to be completely on brand and humbly request an ana moodboard - final girl vibes, something about her relationship with maria, whatever floats your boat

— ana flores moodboard

"I love you. I'm so sorry I couldn't find you."

[creepling]

CREEPLING'S 1K FOLLOWER EVENT

It’s finally here, my dudes. The 1,000-follower celebration event! I thank all who have given my account attention and supported my fanfics. It means a lot, and I’m grateful to continue this little slimy hobby of mine. I have decided to offer a variety of requests that will be interacted with throughout the week. Send the emoji and info required, and I will answer to the best of my ability. :^)

This event will run from 18th September 2023 to 24th September 2023. I will work on previous requests and writings alongside, so don’t worry about me abandoning your requests. I am a busybody, and all good things shall come when I give myself time to make it a good read. As for now, let’s have a little fun and get to know each other. &lt;3

For writing prompts I have linked to @celestialwrites masterlist for you to have a wide variety to chose from. It also means the prompt will be a surprise for me and spark my interest to write a drabble.

REQUEST SECTION

☁️ - Ask a question (whether about the account or personal)

✒️ - Send in a prompt with a character (single and/or x reader). It will be around 100-400 words.

🍙 - Request a character and a theme for a moodboard (example: Leland McKinney x cowboy bf)

🕶️ - Send me stuff about you, and I will ship you with a character from a fandom you chose from my list

⛓️ - Send me three characters/celebrities, and I’ll play kiss, marry and kill.

💿- Tell me your favourite song(s), genre, etc. and I’ll give you song recommendations based on your taste.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Video Game)

The Batman/The Dark Knight Trilogy.

Danonation (Paul Dano characters)

Midnight Mass

The Haunting of Hill House

Slashers (Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, and many more!)

Resident Evil (more familiar with characters in 2, 4, Biohazard and Village)

The Last of Us (Video Game and TV Show) *will not be written for underage characters.

Baldur’s Gate 3 (bear in mind I'm barely through the 1st act, so I will not be familiar with the whole story)

[creepling]

🕶️ — texas chainsaw game

first, happy 1k! i’m so proud of u, u deserve this! ok so uh.. some stuff abt me.. what did rae say, i’m the “goth gf”, right? i’m also a little mean. kind of a black cat type of person if that makes sense. but nice to ppl i genuinely like. i love frogs, and crows. i love collecting things like bones and crystals. also love halloween and everything about autumn. i hope this is good enough, i honestly had no idea what to include 😅

tysm aaaa. im so happy to have u as a moot<33

ok so i know you’re a johnny girlie but hear me out…

i think you’d have a good dynamic with nubbins. what does every well-dressed goth gf need? an underdressed chaotic s/o.

he may not be the golden retriever to your black cat but he’d be a rabid small dog with an underbite so,,, close enough?

you’d be able to balance his chaotic nature and he would think you are the coolest person on the planet

he’d be more than happy to collect bones with you, glad he met someone else with the same hobby as him

he would get behind the crystals too, but he likes to gift them to you. when he discovers one he keeps it in his pouch to give them as a surprise present

he would teach you how to make stuff out of bones, not necessarily traps but one of his art pieces.

he likes animals too, but more when they’re dead. being with you means he can appreciate them when they’re alive too. he takes up the hobby of collecting frogs by the pond with you and likes to stare at them for hours.

if you’re his s/o or friend he’d show you off to the family. proving that he can make friends. you find it easy to like him because he thinks highly of you and is protective of your relationship.

since you love halloween nubbins would totally be on bored for dressing up. he would love your costume and the time you spent on it; taking pictures of you wearing it. he would ask sissy to help make his costume, something simple like a cape and devil horns, and he’d have a grin from ear to ear because he’s so proud of it.

speaking of pictures, you could be doing a mundane task and nubbins will say “you look great!! lemmie take a picture”. it can get on your nerves bc you’re reserved but nubbins promises to not show them to anyone.

[finniestoncrane]

PHEW finally finished all the posts for my 2k event, finishing with a cooper one was a good way to get me back into the mood for him

but thank you for everyone who sent a request!! 💚🩷

next in the schedule are a fair few cooper fics, a hancock fic, wee cheeky egon spengler number and then some arkham!eddie voyeurism my fuckin beloved

and please see below for the little randomly selected non-anon names!! if you're tagged and you want a little free 1k word commission (within my will-write rules!) just send me a message or comment here with what you want by 21st of May and i'll get to writing those for you (no obligation obviously!!)

@cml-san

@tearueful

@creepling

@unlucky-words

@we-are-all-just-a-bit-crazy

[creepling]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ CREEPLING'S MASTERLIST

MINORS DNI. do not repost/copy my work, i'll eat you whole.

༺☆༻ EVENTS/CHALLENGES

1K FOLLOWER EVENT: #creepling.1k

KINKTOBER 2023

. . . the masterlists

DCU -`✮´- texas chainsaw massacre -`✮´- paul dano characters -`✮´- resident evil -`✮´- miscellaneous

[quackisinnit]

THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD!! apocalypse!au so cool omg:o

ALSO THE WAY YOU WORD THINGS IS JUST PERFECT AHHH you are so good at writing<3

honestly the idea of alex still wearing his beanie even during an apocalypse is kinda funny to me ngl🏃🏃 KJSJS

am i not enough? (quackity x reader) - apocalypse!AU

( 。・_・。)人(。・_・。 ) | part of the @quackisinnit 1k event !

THE PROMPT IS … “ AM I NOT ENOUGH ? “

pairing: irl!quackity x genderneutral!reader (apocalypse!AU)

word count: 3,306

summary: the reader and alex become a duo while coming across each others paths during a zombie apocalypse. tensions rise as they set up camp in a warehouse, where alex begins to confess how he feels towards the reader. (angst into fluff <33)

tw: zombie apocalypse, blood (ment), cursing, guns, death, eating.

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