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creeps (+ alex kralie if you don't mind) with someone who mothers them and is always making them food/baking/mending their clothes?
{i recently got back into creepypasta after like 8 years/as an adult and have been struck by the realization that oh my gosh all these people have been basically feral since their teens they probably learned no home ec skillz}
𝔚𝔥𝔬'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ꒱ Creeps + Alex Kralie w/ a partner who takes care of them
𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: hello hello! lowkey i never thought of it like that but ur so right! This ones another headcanon style post! I wont lie i wasn't huge on marble hornets im lowkey trying to rewatch it now but i have very little idea on how to portray Alex?? I'm gonna do my best tho ^^ w/ that Habits making a soft launch on his return in this one lmao hope you have fun reading! This one's another flow of consciousness soooo ya know. if youre a regular here on my page u may know that I always keep the guys in the same order on every post mainly for personal organization reasons but i'm playing around w/ changing the order too? currently my marble hornets proxies are in the front and i pushed the main creeps a lil further back so i hope the change isn't to cumbersome!
𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓂃 Tim x Reader, Brian x Reader, Habit x Reader, Alex x Reader Toby x Reader, Ben x Reader, Jeff x Reader, EJ x Reader, LJ x Reader
𝔗𝔦𝔪 ꒱
✚ Tim definitely likes it? but also doesn't really know how to accept it for a while
✚ He doesn't stop you but for a while he almost ignores it? feels like he takes care of himself fine, so he both really likes being taken care of and kinda feels like he's being insulted?
✚ when he stops being weird about it he's very grateful, he'll come up behind while you're cooking snaking his arms around your waist and rasping his thanks into your neck unable to stop himself from sneaking a few small pecks on your neck and your jawline
✚ eventually he'd kinda start picking up more slack in those regards feels revitalized by your care
✚ i see him being the type where you guys would develop a lil schedule where you trade off on household chores
𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫 ꒱
✚ Doesn't struggle as much as tim in accepting it, kinda immediately on board
✚ He makes jokes about? always tells you how good of a mother you are to your stuffed animals and stuff
✚ walks in on you cooking and says stuff like "now 's that for the dog or are ya spoilin me again?" "god darlin if ya keep treatin me so nice i aint never gonna be able to let ya go"
✚ means this wholeheartedly and you should be concerned (hehe just kidding ur right where u wanna be)
✚ more playful about it but every once in a while u can see him hesitate before telling some joke or pokin at ya he genuinely appreciates it but worries on how well he lets ya know
✚ blushes a lot when you hold out fixed clothes to him with a caring little smile on your face "god dolly you keep lookin at me like that I don't know what I'll do"
✚ Get's cuteness aggression but like wholesomely
ℌ𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔱 ꒱
✚ He kinda expects that of you?
✚ highkey lowkey high key see's you as like a pet? i can't really see him having any other view on a partner so like, he looks after you and you take care of the things he doesn't want to
✚ what else are you good for? (he is an asshole)
✚ doesn't really thank you unless he wants something from you and he thinks it'll help him get it
✚ say you were a little upset with him for being an asshole (he can't help it) he'll hug you from behind nuzzling his face against yours "aw baby you take such good care of me i didn't meanto hurt your feelings I was just joking around" kisses at your cheek and neck and ear until your giggling and things
✚ otherwise genuinely it's his expectation, he doesn't know how to work a laundry machine?? why should he learn?
✚ will also, if you're not inherently coddling him or whatever uses weaponized incompetence to the max and like it's ofc not cute but ur also not done if u do it because you want to not because he pretended he didnt know how
𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵 ꒱
✚ appreciates it, after everything it kinda makes him feel human ya know? he gets a little... high strung
✚ gotta go slow for this one bc he FOR SURE starts out with an attiutude about it
✚ very suspicious at first accuses you of trying to manipulate him and stuff after a while uses it as ammunition against you to get you to stay
✚ "cmon baby you made me like this i couldn't live without you you gotta stay with me i don't even know how to take care of myself how you do"
✚ he has his moments of calm tho and when he does and he's back to being passionate and enthusiastic he's very direct in his appreciation says he knows how he can be and he appreciates you loving and taking care of him in spite of it
𝔗𝔬𝔟𝔶 ꒱
✚ Dude this kid is insane but he ultra appreciates it, he stutters nervously his appreciation frequently
✚ gentle hands find yours in a spare moment after finishing a couple tasks he pulls you closer by it and smiles "h.. hey i.. ya know ya k now I really apprectiate everything you do for me..."
✚ so embarrassed and blushy tbh the most well adjusted response despite being a lil weirdo/pos
✚ he kinda trails you while you do tasks? doesn't speak but follows you around hands ghosting the tasks your doing like he can learn by coping your movements
✚ do NOT let him in a kitchen
𝔍𝔢𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔶 ꒱
✚ His annoying ass will not acknowledge it
✚ you try to mention it to him and he shrugs not speaking up outside of that
✚ he doesn't really react much if you stop he tries to hide it but you notice he seems disappointed
✚ actively trying to hide how much it means to him since he kinda always had this feeling of being othered that he just feels embarrassed now that he feels kinda sheltered??? by someone?? he tries not to show how much he loves it
✚ it's in the little details
𝔅𝔢𝔫 ꒱
✚ a feral beast
✚ adores it so much feels taken care if and loved and wants to share how he feels with you very vocal in his appreciation
✚ "oh mamas you sure know how to make a guy feel special" "ya know, i didn't use to have a favorite food or anything.. but I think anything you make is my favorite
✚ loves when you take care of him he'll never be unappreciative or rude doesn't even really have an awkward stage about it
✚ very affectionate and loving back but does not put in any active effort to learn how to do anything
𝔈𝔍 ꒱
✚ I think actually confused
✚ he is kinda like a super old demon or whatever by most headcanons (mine included) so i figure he understands on paper what ur doing but he sees himself as a monster doesn't really get why youd concern yourself w/ doing these things for him.
✚ when you fix his clothes h]or clean up for him fix his hair casually he kinda short circuits every time no matter how much you do it
✚ he gets a little embarrassed as it continues doesn't want to get dependent on you being there for him
✚ too late teehee
𝔏𝔍 ꒱
✚ he also doesnt address it for a while not because he's being an asshole but because he just assumes your doing it to be nice thanks you every once and a while
✚ as it continues he asks you about. why do you take his clothes and run it through those machines? why do you make him food? he could just live off candy you dont need to trouble yourself
✚ doesn't get it but as you explain it his little heart melts and he immediately tries to do the same for you
✚ he's not really built for homemaking tho so the result is a plethora of torn clothes that you have to morn more food wasted then you could morally digest right now
✚ he does try tho and it warms ur heart
𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤! this one honestly didn't turn out how i'd hoped im kinda really sleepy and blah blah blah
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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 ꒱ Getting lost and needing help from the creeps
𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: Hello again! So Honie still hasn't started on the art for the big thing so i'm making a bunch of silly smaller things to put out until I make the new one o7 Butt this one is a lil extra silly whenever i start freaking out i start typing like toby lol
𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abandonment (from random friends not the creeps), Lj does NOt take it seriously, Ej's is lowkey just bad, Habits kinda mean
𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓂃 Tim x Reader, Brian x Reader, Ben x Reader, Jeff x Reader, EJ x Reader, LJ x Reader, Toby x Reader, Habit x Reader
𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤! Hello!! Lowkey i made this while super sleep deprived so imma post it and go to sleep but I'm gonna probably tomorrow? prepare some posts in advance and i'll post regularly up until i get around to posting my big giant project
⋮ ⌗ ┆TW .ᐟ.ᐟ ⨾ Habit is its own warning, Lying, Stalking, Mentions of abuse (Bruises, isolation, controlling behaviors), Murder, Torture, Cannibalism, Vomit.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Synopsis ⨾ Your stalker finds out your boyfriend hasn’t been treating you the best. Randomly, you start noticing random gifts left on your doorstep. Thinking they were from your beloved boyfriend at first. But what happens when the notes attached start becoming more and more unhinged? And your boyfriend goes missing?
⋮ ⌗ ┆Pairing ⨾ Femme!Reader x Habit
⋮ ⌗ ┆Word count ⨾ 2,060 words
⋮ ⌗ ┆Requests ⨾ Open!
⋮ ⌗ ┆A/N ⨾ Uhh first story out of my writer's block! :D I hope I did Habit some justice in this, it's my first time writing him LMAO. I hope y'all enjoy it! I had a fun time writing for this bastard. Constructive criticism always welcome <3
⋮ ⌗ ┆Credits ⨾ the header images were edited by me , @diviniyae for the heart dividers , and the psd is Galaxy Blue by @peachcoloring on deviantart <3
You looked so pretty like this.
Laying on your bed, cheek smushed against your pillow. The light filtered into the room through your blinds. A soft golden light fills the bedroom, draping across your figure.
Your phone had been thrown across the bed, very obviously waiting for something.
God you were gorgeous. Hair splayed across the pillow, feet kicking weakly at the covers. Completely oblivious to the sound of a camera shutter going off every so often. Bird-watchers, or some stupid high school kid doing some class project, probably.
But that wasn't the case. Far from it, actually.
Habit had been watching you, following you. Ever since he saw you in that park, he was entranced. His. You were his. That was the only thing that had gone through his head.
He noticed the signs after just two days of following you. Bruises covered up by jackets. A black eye covered by makeup or those stupid chunky sunglasses you liked to wear. The flinching whenever someone waved, or whenever they went to high five you.
The choice of more modest clothing rather than the sweet sundresses and frilly skirts you seemed to like. Pants, baggy hoodies, sneakers. No makeup besides the concealer and foundation for the bruises.
And Habit? He was pissed.
A fuckin’ loser put his hands on his bunny. Disgusting.
Every holiday, every anniversary, every date night. He brushed you off, made you pay, no gifts, no flowers. Habit was less than pleased about this.
Sure, he didn’t feel the same as all people felt. He wasn’t necessarily even human. He was just borrowing this body. Evan’s body or whatever. But he knew how to pretend. That was the easiest part of this whole situation.
He knew you had to be his, and this pathetic limp-dick moron was in his way. So, he decided to start small. He had to go about this very carefully, so as to not scare you.
One day, it was your favorite flowers.
The next day, it was a stuffed rabbit, a beautiful ribbon in your favorite color tied around its neck.
Then your favorite candy in a cute wicker basket with the same color ribbon tied around the rim.
It was spaced out over several days, of course. Getting you used to being spoiled by him. Notes attached to the gift.
“For my favorite lady.” , “To: The most beautiful girl in the world.” , “My sweet bunny.” , “You deserve better.”
You had thought your boyfriend had finally got therapy, and was turning around. The gifts from him, apologizing for everything. The injuries, the controlling behavior,the isolation, all of it.
Until that last note. It sort of creeped you out, leading you to reconsider whether or not these gifts were actually from your boyfriend or not. A friend maybe?
You had all the gifts in that one basket since. Hadn’t worn the necklace, touched the candy, or the soft rabbit plush. The only thing not in the basket was the flowers. Sitting in your favorite vase.
For some reason, you got butterflies in your stomach every time you looked at said gifts. Still unsure of who sent them, you decided to try something. A little experiment.
You had bought a small stuffed animal, just a simple brown bear with a purple ribbon wrapped around its neck. They were sold out of pink and red, so it was either orange or purple. And in your opinion, the purple one was cuter.
You set it out on your porch with a note attached:
“Who are you?”
Habit was thrilled. He didn’t have a favorite color per se. But if he did, it would absolutely be purple. And now he had something that smelled like you. Sitting on his dresser back in Evans old house.
Your perfume was so sweet. Like vanilla, maybe jasmine too.
And your experiment worked. A note left on your doorstep taped to a box of the exact perfume you used. Brand new, unopened. Film still intact.
“You’ll find out, sweet thing. Don’t worry.”
And now here you are. Laying on your bed, waiting for your punk boyfriend to text you back. It had been two days without hearing from him. And honestly? You were a little relieved.
And Habit? Habit was having a fantastic time in his basement.
Habit wasn't the best with love and affection, but he knew how to play his cards right. Knew he could have you wrapped around his finger in no time. But he had to get rid of this stupid problem first.
“J-just tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you. Money? My house? My car? My fucking dog?” Your ex struggled against his restraints. Sitting in one of those stupid uncomfortable plastic chairs.
The walls were concrete. The floors were concrete. Little stains of what looked to be dried blood covered the ground. And underneath your ex, the biggest spot. Darkest. He felt queasy. His lunch from the day threatening to make its way back up his tract.
Habit tapped his foot against the concrete. His hat shadowed the top portion of his face just enough.
The smallest flicker of a smile crossed his face. Watching your ex struggle weakly against his restraints.
“I want her.” Was all he responded to. Full truth, full honesty. No need to pretend here. In all honesty, he was doing his bunny a favor. Getting rid of this piece of shit.
The look on his face was almost glorious. The confusion turned into panic, which then turned into anger.
“You.. you want my fucking girlfriend?” Your ex spat. Still confused, why the hell would he kidnap your ex.. When he could have just kidnapped you instead? That seemed complicated.
“Yeah. An’ you’re in my fucking way. Don’t appreciate the way you put your hands on my bunny.” Habit started calmly, spinning around on his heels. Looking down at his assortment of weapons. He was going to make this as painful as physically possible.
“Bunny? What? Fine. You can have the bitch. Just let me g-” In one swift movement, Habit was across the room. The back of his hand connected with your exes cheek, sending him flying to the floor. His shoulder slamming against the cold concrete.
He let out a pathetic yelp. Eyes watering from the force of the slap, his cheek already turning red.
“I don’t appreciate you callin’ my girl a bitch.” Habit growled, sinking one of his hunting knives into your exes shoulder. Reveling in his scream. He wanted to have fun with this guy, but god was he getting annoying.
All your ex could let out was pathetic sniffles and sobs, still struggling against his restraints. Habit didn’t waste any time, yanking the knife out of his arm, earning him another meager wail.
“Does it make ya feel good? Putin’ your hands on a sweet bunny like her? Huh? Make you feel more like a man?” Habit asked, running the blade down your exes arm. Just shy enough to actually cut.
Your exes head shake was deplorable. Snot and tears running down his face. The front of his blue jeans darkened, which only made Habit grin.
His smile spread just a little too far, too wide for most humans. His free hand tracing the right eye socket of your ex, making him whimper.
“Ya sure? Cus it really seems like-” Habit shoved his fingers into the eye socket, popping the eye out with a nauseating squelch. Your ex screamed, writhing around on the floor in agony, as Habit popped the eye into his mouth.
“You like beatin’ down on people smaller than you.” Habit finished his sentence between chews of the eyeball. Your ex vomited on the floor, breathing heavily between spews of vomit.
Habit stood up slowly, slamming the steel toe of his boots into your exes stomach. Watching him vomit more, blood pooling and mixing with the rancid smelling liquid.
He repeated the action twice more, his ribs cracking under the immense kicking. He gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering.
“I’m- sorry. I don’t- deserve he-r.” Your ex garbled out, only earning a laugh from Habit. He turned back around, picking out a sharper knife. He had to be quick with this. He had to check on his bunny. She must be devastated right now.
“Damn right you don’t deserve her. You don’t even deserve to breathe her air.” He spat, turning back around. A bigger knife in hand, a grin plastered across his face. Stalking over to your ex with the grace of a tiger about to pounce.
He immediately shoved it through your exes stomach. Observing as your ex kicked at the air uselessly. He leaned in, ripping a chunk of flesh off your exes arm with his teeth.
Habit grimaced at the taste. Holy shit, this dude tasted bad. Whatever, he was lunch for today, so Habit was just gonna have to deal with it. Habit shook his head, man, this guy was just getting more and more disgusting. He placed his boot onto your exes neck, adding pressure slowly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of bunny. Better than you did, anyways.” He added on. Your exes' nails scraping against the chair, looking for some kind of purchase. But he found none.
The sound of bones snapping filled the room as habit finally drove his foot down. Your exes' eyes rolling back, and his breath finally ceasing in that dingy old basement.
You immediately shot up from your bed, hearing the sound of knocking on your front door. Finally, this piece of shit shows up. Probably with those stupid cheap flowers you hated to apologize.
But when you opened the door, already preparing the argument in your head, you stopped.
A man, probably about 5’3”, was standing at your doorstep. Black shirt, blue jeans, a hat shadowing some of his face, but not all of it.
“Hi. I’m one of.. Your boyfriend's friends.” The word tasted bitter on his tongue, but he had to make it believable. Like he didn’t just murder and eat your boyfriend in his basement.
He put on a fake grim expression, which wasn’t really fake. It was just his natural resting face. But you didn’t need to know that.
“I’m.. so sorry for your loss. May I?” He asked, gesturing inside. Your body frozen with the words. ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’ ringing in your mind. You moved on autopilot, stepping to the side and letting this stranger in.
Habit didn’t even hesitate, he immediately stepped inside. Your apartment smelled just like you. That vanilla jasmine perfume and something sweeter. He watched you closely, as you shut the door with trembling hands.
Your bones felt like lead, your heart beating a million miles a minute. Your ears were ringing, and you hadn’t even realized a couple tears had made their way down your cheeks.
Your knees were weak, it felt like jell-o. You wobbled a bit, trying to walk towards the couch to sit down. Your knees disobeyed you, causing you to fall to the floor.
But before you could hit the floor, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, immediately hauling you into his chest. You didn’t even fight it, curling into his warmth.
“H-how..?” You asked meekly between snivels. Did you even want to know how he died? Or was it just a piece of mind kinda deal? Even you weren’t sure.
“Not sure. Didn’t stick ‘round long enough to hear the rest.” He muttered softly, trying his best to sound heartbroken by the same revelation, even if he actually wasn’t.
He carefully picked you up, one hand supporting your back, the other under your knees. He smiled to himself, setting you down onto the couch. He placed himself right next to you, not too far away. But giving himself just enough distance to seem friendly.
That answer tore another sob from your chest, curling your body into his side. You needed some kind of comfort right now. And it would take months to rebuild your lost connections.
And besides, was it really so bad to seek comfort if he was one of your boyfriend's friends?
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cw: stalking, gn!reader (let me know if i missed anything), reader is weird and toxic, habit is even more toxic, cnc + somno? (reader touches him in his sleep but doesn’t know habit is awake), handjob, blowjob, recording.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
habit had no idea what to expect from this. he obviously knew you were stalking him. you can’t expect to outsmart a stalker, nor a demon like him.
but you were a pretty thing, and he was bored, and so he let you tag along.
he kind of liked how weird you were. he knew you started stalking him when you met him for the first time outside of a cafe. you almost bumped into him, and when you apologised, he just grinned at you and walked off.
you were easy. and stupid. and also completely insane since you quickly decided to obsess over him.
he knew you had followed him home that day. he could hear how loud your heartbeat was, and you weren’t the best stalker out there, since you kept stepping on twigs.
not to mention how loud you breathed; small puffs of air gave you away after ten minutes, and he pondered to just grab you and eat you, because he was a lil hungry, but he decided not to.
he’s always been the stalker, he wanted to know how it felt like to be the one being stalked.
so he let it happen. again, and again. until one month passed. and one month became two months.
three months in, to his surprise and amusement, you started getting bolder.
you actually sneaked into his house at night. you walked slowly, almost bumping into things and forniture as you tried to map out his house and find his bedroom.
obviously, he was there. and wide awake. not that he needed to sleep, but he knew you’d get sad if you got caught, so he played along.
he got into bed, no shirt and black boxers, and pretended to be asleep on his back.
he had to get in character as he heard the door open. your quiet steps almost seemed to echo in the silence of his room.
he peeked an eye open and watched you as you looked around. touched his things without shame, as if they belonged to you.
the corner of his mouth twitched in an amused smile as you stole a pair of his boxers, putting the piece of clothing in your bag.
his eye closed as you turned to him, as if you felt him watching you. you walked to his bed and stood right next to him, looking down at his body.
he pretended to be asleep, and he could feel your gaze stare right through him.
he hoped that you’d get bolder than this. in fact, you brought your hand to his face as you let your fingers trace his bottom lip before bringing it down his chin and chest, feeling the bare skin under your fingertips.
your hand descended until it stopped on his lower stomach—fingers grazing the warm skin, slightly under the waistband of his boxers.
he could hear your breath hitch.
he had a fucking slut in his hands, that was for sure. lucky for you, he was into it.
while pretending to sleep, he strategically changed position fast enough to jerk his hips up, making your hand come in contact with the half hard bulge beneath his boxers.
he couldn’t see you right now, but he could just picture your face; wide eyed, flushed, jaw dropped.
your hand froze, not moving away. you knew it was wrong, and weird, and that you were probably going to hell for this, but it was just so exciting and intoxicating and you wanted more.
your hand slowly wrapped around his bulge, feeling it throb despite fabric in between. you kept watching his face, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.
your free hand slowly pushed the hem of the boxers down enough to wrap around his cock, finally bare. you got down on your knees next to the bed, eyes staring at the scene unfolding.
he was just so… big. not only big, but thick. veins throbbing every few moments with pre already leaking out of the bright pink tip. you were mesmerised by the sight that you completely forgot to check on his face.
habit, at that point, had his eyes open as he stared at you. his hands were on the back of his head, completely at ease.
you both watched as your hand kept pumping him in a slow peace. not really habit’s style, but he figured you wouldn’t be stupid enough to go fast and risk waking him up.
your hand moved to his tip, wrist circling slowly as you jerked his tip. he bit back a groan as more pre leaked out of him.
he watched as your free hand moved to your bag and you took out a camera.
he almost laughed. you couldn’t be serious.
you actually were. you settled it on the bed next to you, so it could record your hand jerking him off while also giving you a view of him in the background.
you could tell he was getting closer from how much he throbbed. you couldn’t risk getting his cum everywhere, or he’ll get suspicious.
so, to habit’s personal satisfaction, you moved closer and parted your lips around his tip, sucking it into your mouth.
he couldn’t stop a low groan from escaping his mouth, but he played it off with a sleepy tone. he felt you moan quietly as you slowly and oh so gently sucked the tip while your hand jerked the rest of him.
when he came on your tongue, he came a lot. load after load painted your tongue and you swallowed it all.
you moved away, fixing his boxers before getting up.
he figured guilt was getting to you from how fast you grabbed your camera and bolted out of his room.
although, when you rewatched the recording, you were able to see how his eyes were open, staring back at you with the same smile he gave you the first day.
and you surely didn’t miss the part where he mouthed a small “slut” at you!
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
stalker!reader. toxic!reader. weird!reader. my beloved.
Evan with a partner who enjoys head scratches as much, if not more than cats;
He's sitting down, cleaning a knife or smth and reader plops down, grabs his hand and places it in their hair, and before he can even react their asleep, just dead asleep
if reader could purr they would tbh
i love this. my best friend is like this haha, you scratch her head and she powers off.
evan myers x gn!reader | vignette | fluff
you sluggishly get out your car, shove the door shut, and drag your feet up the path to the front door, practically falling into it as you twist the keys in the lock.
you just got home from a gruelling ten hour shift, your feet are sore and your limbs are stiff, not to mention the skull splitting headache thats occupied your brain since lunch.
evan was lounging on the couch, playing some zombie video game. when he heard the front door open and you groaning your way through the house.
he paused the game, freezing the entire screen as the menu popped up. tossing the xbox controller on the coffee table and watched as you shuffle towards him, shrugging off various work related accessories as you get closer.
evan leans back, giving you enough room to crash land on the sofa. "heh, tough day?"
all he could hear as a response from you was a muffled, "hhgmmhhhhh".
"i'll take that as a yes," he shuffles closer to you on the couch, until your head is on his stomach, "i think i know what will make it better."
he reaches over to you, and you can feel the tips of his fingers creep into your hair.
you sink into him the moment he starts to scratch your head, his fingertips grazing your scalp, pushing your hair around.
after a moment, you grab his other hand, which is tracing circles on the small of your back, and plop it on your head. he chuckles a little at your non verbal command, but does as he's told, and runs his nails through your hair, pulling it back from your forehead and temples.
he continues for a few minutes, changing the pattern he scratches every now and then, until he speaks up, "you had dinner yet?"
he waits for your response, only to be met with your soft snoring and almost purring.
he has to hold in his laugh as he reaches over to his phone, flipping it open and dialling in the numbers for your favourite delivery place.
"g'night, babe."
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you feel HABIT 's nails dig into your skull, from the top of your head, down to your nape. already feeling the headache start.
he drags his fingers along your spine, fire like pain blooms and it leaves red lines trailing your back. he goes up to your shoulder blade, carving out a few doodles with his claw.
his hand moves from your inflamed shoulder, to your head again. he grabs a fist full of hair, his nail beds caked in your blood.
he frowns, furrowing his brows, as he whispers in your ear. "'m not hurtin you, am i?"
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