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— now listen, we know he had a difficult life, an abusive dad, a kinda enabling mother, all he had was his sister, and he lost her

— so i think that he has a lot of love to give while he wants someone to reciprocate it, someone to see him, flaws and all, and love him regardless

— ever since his childhood, he was alone, the weird boy with disorders, so i don’t think he have ever experienced any kind of intimacy before, and after slender, he never got the chance, so let’s image you’re his first everything

— in the beginning of your relationship, every time he was with you, he’d be nervous, his tics would get worse and his face would get red as a tomato, he doesn’t realize how cute he looks like that

— a blabbering mess, tries to be nonchalant and cool, fails miserably

— you’d have to be patient, he’s still learning, okay? ignore the few tics between kisses, he’s a very nervous dude

— he’d be utterly and completely devoted to his lover, a whipped man 24/7, would do anything and everything for you

— a man who years is a man who earns!

— clingy asf, if you’re near him, he’ll be attached to your hip, holding your hand, and arm around you, head resting on your shoulder…

— type of guy who whines and pouts when you don’t spend time with him, he knows you’re busy but hey he can’t help it! he loves you too much to the point of smothering

— obsessed with your hair, likes to run his hands through it, massage your scalp, play with the strands, makes little braids

— bonus point if you have a strawberry or vanilla scented shampoo, he’ll be all over you

— likes to see you in his clothes, his hoodie or jackets, especially if he’s bigger than you and it ends up oversized, he loves how cute you look

— likes when you bite and leave marks all over him, he can’t even feel the pain anyways

— i like to imagine him as an artistic guy, so he’d have a small journal he carries around for mission reports but he’d fill the pages with doodles of you

— obviously he’s not a professional painter but his sketches are surprisingly pretty

— very vocal guy, doesn’t know how to control his volume, you two could be talking and hebwould scream out of nowhere

— also, doesn’t know his own strength, could accidentally hurt you, and would feel bad after it, doesn’t matter how much you reassure him

— speaking of reassurance, he’s a very insecure guy, toby never thought he was pretty, but after the accident and the gash on his cheek, he sees himself as disgusting or tainted

— so please, praise this man, tell him he’s beautiful, gently run your fingers over his scars, he’ll melt in your hands with a dumb little smile

— before and after missions, he’ll become distant, he doesn’t want to drag you into that part of his life, the ugly side, so you can expect weeks of silence

— it hurts you, obviously, hurts him too but he’s doing it for your safety

— communicates very badly, can avoid you out of nowhere when particularly bad memories floods his mind again, then he’ll come back and act like nothing happened

— he’ll open up to you eventually, and when he does, comfort him, he needs it :(

— overall, lover boy 10/10, dangerous cutie patootie, smash

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obviously the face claim is brian

— a buff man, bigger than the other proxies, i like to think he kinda has a dad bod

— has a mustache that he religiously takes care of, trims it and style it every weekend.

— very clean guy, showers twice a day, sometimes three when he’s feeling too dirty, like after a mission. he can’t stand the smell of sweat or blood for too long

— you know those strong perfumes men always wear? those with the very masculine scent? yeah i think he’d smell like that with a mix of grass or dirt, considering his line of work basically consists in chasing people around the woods for a mysterious being

— always wearing jeans, i think he’d even wear them to sleep when he’s too tired to change

— also hoodies, duh. he’s always wearing one, i think that he has at least three yellow hoodies that are identical

— between the proxies, he’s easily the strongest (i know him and tim are not actually proxies but let’s just pretend lol)

— i imagine him as some sort of handyman around the cabin, if something is broken, he’s the one they call

— it could be a chill saturday morning and he’d randomly start fixing the door hinges, or tim’s old truck

— speaking of tim’s truck, they go on road trips together, brian is the only one allowed to drive it (besides tim himself)

— when he has the chance, he likes to stop at diners to eat, he’s too lazy to cook a proper meal so that’s the best food he has in the whole week

— drinks, a lot, enough to get tipsy when he’s not busy with proxy’s business, but when he’s too tired and overwhelmed, he’ll drink till he gets drunk and then he starts blabbering with a red face, ends up sleeping in seconds

— speaking of sleeping, he can fall asleep anywhere, on the floor, a chair, an old bench, the uncomfortable couch in the cabin, he’s too tired to care

— has multiple cameras, stolen and bought, keeps them in a drawer besides his bed, the majority of them doesn’t even work anymore, he just keeps it because he’s attached to them

— handgun type of guy, they’re easy to carry and get the job done quickly, but since he’s strong i also think that, if needed, he’d be down to some punches

— might even randomly grab a rock or a broken pipe from the ground and use it as a weapon, bro does not care he just wants to get it done

if brian had a song, it would be this, mysterious and kinda unnerving just like him

when representing the proxies, i really like these type of songs

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face claim is paul dano

— listen here, ben is very boy-ish, has a round face and a cute little nose, clean face, it’s like he’s incapable of growing a beard

— smaller than the other creepypastas, but that doesn’t mean he’s kid-sized okay?

— fat-ass, he eats nonstop, and its never something healthy

— the most silky blond hair ever, shines in the light like its made of gold, he feels like rapunzel

— biggest nerd ever!!!!! gives science kid vibes, definitely loved chemistry when he was in school

— loves comic books, superhero movies and videogames. his favorite hero is spiderman

— has a terrible fear of water and doesn’t know how to swim lol 👀

— ben reminds me of lakes (oops), game stores and old computers

— has a collection of pokemon cards

— doesn’t care about style, he wakes up and throws whatever clean fit he has and that’s it

— smoked weed with jeff once, liked it so much that he has his own stash now (he hides it with his socks)

— quotes brainrot to mess with people, professional ragebaiter like jeff

— his eyes shine in the dark, it’s very uncanny and weird and he knows it

— little guy goes around scaring people for funsies

— smells like weed, doritos and a simple but sweet cologne

— knows how to code, but he’s too lazy to do so

i have no idea what song could fit him, but i like this one

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face claim is alexander arnold

— i definitely see him as a guy with a more softer face, but still masculine, maybe even a stubble when he’s too lazy to shave it

— unruly hair, he does not brush it unless it is absolutely necessary

— chewed up nails, sometimes he eats the skin off till it bleeds and doesn’t even notice until the taste hit his tongue

— loves layering up, it could be summer outside and he’d still be wearing a sweater, with two jackets over it, he can’t even feel the heat anyways

— same old converse he had for years, sometimes he changes it for boots, but just sometimes

— when i think of toby, i think of gloomy weather, forests filled with the small of rain, books and bears for some reason

— so i also think he likes to read and bears are his favorite animal #trustme

— he’s a coffee and cigarettes guy and smell like it, with a mix of freshly cut wood too

if i had to chose a song for him, it would be this

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quick disclaimer: i never wrote something like this so i apologize in advance if it’s bad :(

anon you have a genius mind 👀 hope i managed to met your expectations

꩜ night drive suggestive — minors dni

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— established situationship (?) sort of?

It was late and raining, the roads empty as Tim drove back to the cabin after a rough mission, a comfortable silence between the four people in the old truck.

Brian patted his hand on his thigh, matching the slow rhythm of the radio while Toby sat besides you in the backseat, arms crossed, hood pulled up and closed eyes.

He was so quiet you’d assume he was sleeping, if you didn’t knew any better.

Sighing and tired, you looked away, eyes watching the tree line as you leaned against the window, counting the raindrops patting against the glass before getting bored and returning your gaze to the tall pines.

Suddenly, Tim took a turn, and the truck idled quietly outside the gas station, the headlights illuminating the empty parking lot. It almost looked abandoned.

“Why are we stopping?” you asked, brows furrowed as Tim only scoffed in response, pushing his door open.

“Low on gas, duh, why else would I stop at a gas station?” the man simply replied, slamming the door shut behind him. Brian whistled at his friend’s gruffness, turning around and giving you a tight smile.

“I’m getting snacks. You two want anything?” When you shook your head and Toby only grunted, he left the car.

You could only watch as both men walked into the convenience store, bickering on their way in.

Minutes passed since then, the muffled sound of rain pattering against the concrete floor could be heard through the windows, growing louder each second.

“They’re taking forever,” you muttered, glancing toward the convenience store, “And the rain is getting worse.”

Toby chuckled, “Y-Yeah, they’ll survive. Not like t-they’re made of sugar.”

The silence settled between you. You looked at him, and he was already staring back. He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made your heart race every time.

“Y-You know…” He stuttered, tics worsening with a crack of his joints.

“What?”

Instead of answering, he looked away, a faint blush across his cheeks, almost unnoticeable if not for the flickering lights from outside.

“You’re a little nervous tonight,” you noted with a quiet laugh, shuffling closer in the backseat.

He huffed out, almost embarrassed before a hand reaching for yours as he followed your lead, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, hesitant.

You closed the small distance between you two and smiled into his lips, “And eager too.” One kiss quickly turned into another, both of you laughing softly whenever your noses bumped.

“I-It’s not like y-you’re complaining,” he whispered against your mouth, earning a quiet laugh and a roll of your eyes before he pulled you in again, lips parting like an invitation.

You hummed, closing your eyes and tilting your head as your tongues met, a hand moving to his chest, pushing him till his back hit the door.

He smiled against you, teeth teasingly pulling at your lower lip as his hands held your waist, sliding under your shirt, nails digging in your soft skin, earning a whine out of you as your hand fisted at his hoodie.

“F-Fuck,” Toby murmured when you pulled back to breath, his lips glossy and swollen as his hands pushed your shirt up, thumbs grazing against your ribs. You were about to lean down and kiss him again, then—

Knock. Knock.

At the window right behind you.

You both froze.

“Shit–” You whispered, mortified as you pulled back, slowly turning to look over your shoulder.

Brian stood outside, holding a bag of chips with a disgusted look in his face, and yet you could see the faint hint of a smile, as if he was trying to hide a laugh.

You could hear Tim filling up the tank, and obviously trying to ignore what he saw through the window.

Toby straightened in his seat so fast he nearly hit his head on the door, his face red as a tomato.

You fixed your shirt and covered your face, cheeks burning in shame as you moved back to your seat.

Brian snickered, before walking to the passenger’s side, the door clicked open and he climbed back inside, opening his bag of chips.

“I don’t even have words to explain how I’m feeling now,” he murmured, holding back a chuckle while he shoved food into his mouth.

Tim followed, avoiding to glance your way as his hands held firmly the steering wheel and he sighed.

“Well,” Brian said casually, holding up the snacks. “I guess we interrupted the lovebirds?”

You groaned, hiding your face even more as Toby muttered, “N-No! We didn’t-“

“Stop, okay? I don’t want nor I need to hear it, boy,” Tim interrupted him, just shaking his head like a disappointed father, “I need a cigarette.”

Brian just wheezed out as Tim pulled into the road again, driving off into the night.

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face claim is max records, especially as john cleaver

— stoner, won’t elaborate on that, he just is

— dirty clothes, he just changes it when he’s basically smelling like a corpse, has a pile of dirty laundry in his bedroom, barely ever washes it

— biggest blue eyes i ever saw, staring into your soul and seeing all of your sins, don’t worry, who is he to judge anyways?

— black hair that he cuts at home alone with a pair of dirty scissors, somehow it works out

— has a pocket knife collection, and yes, he names each one of them, they’re his princesses

— steal cars, do he knows how to drive? no. does he tries? absolutely

— ends up smashing the car against a tree, runs away laughing like he had the time of his life

— type o negative and deftones guy, has a mp3 player (that he also stole) with all their songs, plays in repeat when he’s smoking in his bedroom

— wears multiple random rings, claims it’s stylish (it’s not)

— combat boots and baggy hoodies!!!!!!! that’s his thing!!!!!!!

— likes dogs, absolute dog guy, do we still hc that smile dog is his pet? yes

— jeff reminds me of dark alleyways, guitars and record stores, he strikes me as a very musical guy

— smells like smoke, weed and a natural scent that’s just his, doesn’t believe in colognes

— plays videogames and has minecraft shirts, but it’s a secret of his, he doesn’t want to be seen as a loser boy

— he absolutely is a loser tho, a cool one, but still a loser

— emo ass

— RAGEBAITER

his song would be this, it’s him, i don’t make the rules, it just is

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— i dont think jeff ever sat down with you and asked if you wanted to date him, it just sort of… happened?

— type of guy who randomly sneaks to your house, you could be getting ready for bed and he’d randomly show up in your window with that big smile of his 😭

— likes to scare you, will just stop in the corner of a room waiting so he can jump on you, will wheeze out a laugh if you scream

— likes to joke about everything, doesn’t take nothing and no one seriously, even you, or himself sometimes

— smoke sessions in his room, blasting loud music and just laying together

— will eventually turns into a makeout session where he blows the smoke into your mouth

— freakiest dude in town, talks dirty to you everyday but when the time eventually comes he’d get soooooo nervous. all bark no bite

— when angry he might just snap at you, feels bad after but won’t apologize, he’s just too prideful

— he’d rather get the silent treatment from you than ever say sorry, then he feels shitty and get even more angrier if that’s even possible

— bipolar, his mood changes in a matter of seconds

— when arguing, he’ll make fun of you, mock you and then he’ll brood somewhere and possibly kill someone

— does everything for u, you liked a little plushie? months later it’ll appear in your bedroom, someone made fun of you? dead in a ditch

— also remembers every small thing you mentioned, you could say you liked the smell of strawberries, like an afterthought, and hours later he’ll get a strawberry scented perfume just so you like his smell too 😭

— i think he’d be a little self conscious, since he has a mutilated face, he just can’t understand what you saw in him, but whatever it was, he’s glad for it

— mask his insecurities with jokes, but anyone who knows him enough can see right through it

— overprotective to the point of smothering, he can’t stand the thought of you being near anyone else, it makes him paranoid

— what if you’re getting tired of him? what if you’re cheating? what if that person likes you????? yeah he’s killing them, sorry

— an unhealthy obsession, but he just can’t control it, he never had someone before and who else would want him? a killer? he can’t lose you

— slightly toxic, but in my humble opinion, all the creepypastas relationships have their toxic side

— another man that needs reassurance, quality time and comfort almost 24/7

— he wouldn’t express his love through words and he doesn’t expect you to do it, acts of service and quality time are his way of showing his love

— having a relationship with him would pretty much be ragebaiting bf + ragebaited s/o, annoying in an endearing way