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piña ‪‪ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ just here to read and write for fun. i also share my thoughts sometimes ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა

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"It's okay, it's okay.."

"But our button :( she used to only be able to crawl now she can run and walk!"

Tim's desperately trying to calm reader down, he's rubbing their back and whispering soft words in an effort to stop the crying then all of a sudden reader's head snaps up and they stare Tim directly in the eyes;

"Timothy."

And he just starts sweating visibly because wtf is going on??

"We can give button a sibling."

Reader just stands up and begins pulling him towards Button's old room, where she used to sleep when she was a baby;

"We could have another one!"

And reader just gets all excited, completely forgetting about the stress and heartbreak from earlier.

"Button would be okay with it, she's asked about it before :D"

(♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

with love, always

genre: headcanons

subgenre: fluff

pairing: slenderman “the operator” x affectionate!reader

additional: reader is gn <3

• slender isn’t used to the affection. when you first show even a smidge of fondness to him, he remains calm, but on the inside he’s lowkey beginning to question everything.

• gradually, you’ll advance your efforts. a nudge here, a caress there. slender tolerates it. he doesn’t hate it. he just doesn’t know how to feel about it (given that he’s literally a demon and is not familiar with the concept of love).

• you become bold one day and decide to straight up hold his hand. naturally, yours is dwarfed by his. he finds satisfaction in that simple fact. your touch is warm, tender — completely opposite to his in comparison. the contrast of warm skin against cold intrigues him. he finds that he likes the sensation, and he wants more.

• he doesn’t initiate any physical contact, despite how much he’d like to. rather, he lets you come to him on your own. this also has to do with the fact that he simply does not know how to display/engage in physical affection. you don’t mind the fact. you’ll gladly teach him your affectionate ways.

• hand holding and quiet embraces quickly become the norm between you two. eventually, slender does initiate contact. his favorite form of physical touch is probably pressing his forehead against yours. hm yes very eldritch horror like.

Hope you’re having a good day :)

is chivalry dead?

genre: headcanons

subgenre: fluff

pairing(s): masky x reader, hoodie x reader, ticci toby x reader, kate the chaser x reader, slenderman x reader, jeff the killer x reader, eyeless jack x reader, ben drowned x reader, clockwork x reader, nina the killer x reader, jane everlasting x reader (all separate)

author’s note: absolutely loved writing for this ^_^

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╰┈➤ masky, hoodie, kate the chaser, eyeless jack, jane everlasting

masky is a gentleman. that’s the best way to put it. he understands the desire for privacy, and thus would never invade yours without asking first. even if you did give him the okay, he’d still knock just in case. hoodie is the same way. he enjoys peace and quiet. i don’t imagine him liking the thought of anyone barging into his room, so why would he barge into yours? kate wouldn’t want to startle you. she remembers how she’d have constant panic attacks after hearing the slightest noise, back before slenderman abducted her. the last thing she’d want to do is give you that same feeling. jack doesn’t really care about anyone, but he cares about you. that said, he would never barge into your room, despite how he’d want nothing more than to skip the politeness and be near you. jane cares about you too much to disturb your peace. she wants you to be treated like royalty at all times. polite knocks are always expected from her.

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╰┈➤ slenderman, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, clockwork, nina the killer

So when reader yells out Tim's full name the kiddo is just sitting on the ground coloring and is like

Who tf is Timothy.....???

the epiphany

genre: oneshot

subgenre: fluff

pairing: tim wright “masky” x gn!reader

additional: tim and reader are parents and have a daughter together, tim’s nickname is “honey” and reader’s is “love”, mainly daughter’s pov, dialogue heavy

author’s note: i loved writing this!! it was so fun!! ^_^

the smell of homemade breakfast wafted through the air of the small cottage. bacon sizzled in the toaster oven, eggs fried on the stovetop, coffee brewed in the coffee pot. it was the familiar aroma of a lazy saturday morning.

in the living room, your daughter was laying on the soft rug, contentedly coloring away. her tongue stuck out as she focused on perfecting her masterpiece. she was so focused, in fact, that she hadn’t realized her father had returned home.

it was only the sound of his voice saying, “love, i’m home!” that pulled the young girl out of her trance.

she looked up curiously, only to be met with a large, warm hand ruffling her perfectly braided hair.

“hi, button. how’s the drawing going?” tim asked, carrying a bag full of groceries in his other hand.

the button in question giggled in delight. “going good, papa.” she lifted up the unfinished drawing to show him. “look! look! isn’t it pretty?”

the drawing consisted of three figures: you, tim, and your little button in the middle. a big, red heart was drawn around all of you.

tim’s heart swelled with affection.

he smiled fondly and smoothed down the girl’s hair. “better than picasso.”

she smiled proudly at the compliment. it was a compliment, right? she was better than this ‘picasso’ guy, whoever he was.

suddenly, your tender voice carried from the kitchen, “honey, can you come help me please?”

“sure, love. be right there.” was the response.

your little girl could listen to that familiar exchange all day. honey and love. her beloved parents.

“keep at it,” tim said, making his way towards the kitchen. “i wanna hang it on the fridge, okay?”

“okay!”

for a while, only the sound of her parents talking to one another was heard. a soft “here you go” here, a gentle “thank you” there. it was a memorable rhythm.

the girl was in the middle of making the final touches until —

“timothy wright!”

her crayon snapped.

your voice sounded… giggly, sweet. happy. as if you had just been tickled.

now, your button had heard a lot of names that her parents would call each other. obviously, there was honey and love, but those were their name-names! she had heard sweetheart, sugar, mouse, angel face, baby, sweet bottom… but never this!

who was this ‘timothy wright’?

your little girl was determined to find out.

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“hi. hi. hi. hi.”

your daughter was currently nudging your arm, insisting that you acknowledge her. you, on the other hand, were reading a book, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

finally, after the nth ‘hi’, you turned your head to glance down at your button, who stood patiently beside the nightstand.

“yes, button? what’s wrong?” your voice was exasperated in a fond, parental way.

“have a question.”

she took it upon herself to perch herself on your lap, just like a spoiled kitten would. well, there goes tonight’s reading.

“about what?”

the little girl rested her head against your chest, nuzzling into your warmth. yup. just like a kitten.

“who’s tim…tim-othy…” she tried to properly pronounce his name. “…timothy wright?”

you blinked, flabbergasted.

“why, that’s your papa, button.” you chuckled, your lips curling into a smile.

your daughter huffed. “no, it isn’t. my papa is honey! and you’re love!” her lips were pouted in childish frustration.

surely, this wasn’t the answer to the mystery.

(“who said my name?” came tim’s voice from the bathroom.

“nobody, honey. keep brushing your teeth.” you responded, half-minded, before returning your focus to your child.)

she only huffed once again. “see? papa is honey! not timothy wright!”

you laughed warmly. “button, that’s papa’s real name. honey is just a little nickname i gave him, that’s all.” you pinched her cheek. “just like how your nickname is button.”

the apple (pie) of his eye

genre: drabble, headcanons

subgenre: fluff fluff fluff

pairing: slenderman “the operator” x sweet!fem!reader

tw/cw: brief description of stalking

author’s note: i love this req so much!! slenderman might be a bit ooc but its ok cuz he’s dada man >_•

• you meet the eldritch demon on a day like any other. perhaps you like to take walks in the forest. you follow the endless trail with the same calmness that a doe might have. then, you see it — a trick of the light, a movement of something behind you. you figure that it’s a squirrel or a bird, so you go about your walk. but you can’t shake the feeling that something, or rather someone, is watching you.

• after the sun sets on the horizon, you return home. by the time you lay down on your soft, frilly bed, it’s nearing midnight. the crickets are chirping, the moonlight shines in through the sheer curtains. then, you see it again — that same trick of the light. you don’t think much of it. maybe it was an owl? maybe a moth? the darkness makes it hard to tell what exactly is outside of your window.

• another flick, flick further piques your wonder. you crawl out of bed, curious, and slowly open the curtains only to see… him. tall, terrifying him.

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• ever since that day in the woods, he decided to keep you as his.

• it was your sweetness that charmed him. the soft way you would talk to songbirds, the way you would look about his forest, appreciating its natural, horrific beauty. you were as sweet as pie.

• he watches you while you sleep. watches your every move, actually — but you don’t mind. not when he makes you feel so safe and protected. any stress or depression you might’ve had would be no more. his presence — so grounding and constant — puts your entire body at ease.

• at first, he keeps his distance, preferring to watch you at arms length. eventually, with enough begging (he’s a sucker for your puppy dog eyes), he grows ever-so closer to your proximity.

• he will allow you to touch him and lead him around like he’s a dog on a leash. you’re the only one who’s allowed to touch him without getting annihilated.

• his tendrils will often brush a strand of hair away from your face or brush off a leaf from your hair whenever you two walk in the forest together. when you’re really sweet, he’ll even caress your cheek.

• he enjoys seeing you smile. when he finds out that flowers especially make you smile, he creates an entire section of the forest purely made up of flowers. a meadow for you to frolic and smile in.

oneshots

the epiphany / masky x gn!reader

• synopsis: slice of life, masky and reader are parents, fluff

headcanons

is chivalry dead? / proxies x reader, creeps x reader

with love, always / slenderman x affectionate!reader

drabbles