#tim wright headcanons

divider credits; @robinavitchslut

Training as a nurse under Eyeless Jack’s supervision did not come with a call button. But it did come with Tim, Toby, and Brian trying to flirt with you.

Tim was an occasional visitor. He liked guns. And he liked getting into fights with them. The aftermath? Not so much.

He’s on the cot, hissing whenever the suture needle passes through his scar-ridden skin. You apologize, ever so silently, whispering i’m sorry’s and just a little more’s while your eyes remain fixed and focused on the deep red cut caused by a move too close and a move too reckless. The bullet had only grazed his skin– but it was deep. Not to mention it was squarely on his bicep, and he needed to repair the heater today.

He hisses at the second-to-the-last stitch. You look up at him, worriedly, with those big pretty eyes of yours. “I’m so sorry,” you breathe, voice kept at a sweet low. Tim smiles through the pain. “‘S alright, doll. You’re only doin’ your job.” You look up to smile at him, before spotting his eyes on your cleavage, before flickering back into yours. “You comfy in that dress?”

The southern drawl sends waves from your spine to your ribs.

You look down shamefully. Your uniform, white and pure, suddenly was now inches down half on your chest, giving anyone glancing a view to admire. You blush profusely, carefully dragging your top up. “Yeah…” you start, finishing off the stitch. “Yeah– I’m okay in this. Do you– do you feel better–”

Tim takes your hand, slightly topping your frame, and presses your palm against his cheek. “Shame. I was looking forward to take it off of you.”

You do a double take. “What?”

“If your dress wasn’t comfy,” he started. “Maybe you shoulda just taken it off.”

[cw: f!reader, mentions of smoking, fluff, smut, piv, fingering, breeding kink, tim calls reader 'bunny', sweet home alabama big daddy!tim] [words: 1.2k]

𖦤ᯤ tear you apart - she wants revenge ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ─•──── ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"You'll call me?"

"Gimme a kiss, darling."

"I'm here if you need anything."

If there's anyone who can handle trouble, it's Tim. Growing up institutionalized gives you tough skin, go figure. His idle state is slouching against a wall, big arms folded over his chest, brows knotted low on his forehead and casting a shadow over his dark, watchful eyes. An unlit cigarette tucked between his lips in anticipation of his next fix.

Tim’s the kind of boyfriend that when you’re sleeping in the same bed, he’s got one strong arm wrapped around your waist and his face pressed into your shoulder, snoring so loud you swear the pictures on the dresser are rattling.

He’s got you trapped between him and the wall, pushing up against your back and burning you up with that overwhelming warmth he always seems to radiate. You nudge him, saying, “Tim, can you scoot over. It’s too hot, I can’t get comfortable.”

He grunts, taking a deep breath before rolling onto his back—but he drags you with him.

You wind up facedown on top of him, head laid against his chest, his arms wrapped around your back. He grumbles something like, “Better?” and you just nod.

It’s still hot, and he smells like cigarette smoke and way too much coffee, but you can’t deny how comfortable laying on top of him is. And as an extra bonus, he scratches your back gently until you fall asleep.

He’ll never admit it, though, just blaming it on your shitty sleeping.

{Bloody Painter, Eyeless Jack, Tim, Brian, TicciToby}

˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑ Creepypasta Relationship Headcanons ˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑

Part One: Proxies x GN! Reader [SFW] part Two, part Three

Includes: Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and Kate the Chaser

˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑ PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY WORKS, ALL WORKS ARE WORKS OF FICTION, ENJOY!!! ˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑

OHHHHHH MORE ANGST! OKAY!

(cw: for pretty gory descriptions of death - specifically in jack, cody, and jeff’s sections)

Toby:

A losing battle.

The way I view Toby, when he is in love, he is in love dude. Like, he would much rather lay down his life for you then ever have to witness you be hurt - especially by his own hands.

So, he completely ignores the order at first - as it that would work. Blindly hoping that maybe Slender might just… Let it go. Day in and day out of ringing ears, nosebleeds, and nausea so bad he can barely eat. But, he takes it, because it’s much favourable to the latter - losing you.

Eventually, Slender has to use more drastic measures, not expecting Toby’s stubbornness and devotion to you. All the more reason to get rid of you.

Delusions and hallucinations are what get the job done. Poor, ignorant Toby, thinking he could outlast Slender even after years of working under him and knowing exactly what he’s like - what he can do. Love is blind I suppose.

I think it would end up with Toby hallucinating reader to be someone completely different. Like someone who wronged him in the past, or maybe just a stranger that Toby assumes somehow broke into his home. The hatchets are out before you can even try to reason with him. Blood spills before he even realizes who he’s hurting.

You’re dead before he gets a grasp on reality again.

He never forgives himself.

-

Jack:

Love is a form of consumption

I’ve always been under the assumption that Jack doesn’t really abide to Slender’s wishes in the same way the others do. He’s not a proxy. He doesn’t go out and hunt for Slender’s gain - he does it to survive. He keeps to himself, heals the ones who need it, and retreats back into his little bubble of solitude when it’s all over. He doesn’t go on “missions” he doesn’t have a quota to fill. He mistook leniency for immunity.

Slender’s antics don’t work on Jack like they do the others. There’s no nosebleeds, no migraines - what I think they do do, is tap into that demonic side of him that he tries to keep hidden. Jack is dangerous. Terrifyingly so, but he keeps that part of him shrouded beneath almost clinical apathy. Avoidant by nature, so that he doesn’t have to worry what could happen if he does get close.

With you, it’s different, because for you he becomes more of a protector. He wants you to feel safe around him - to trust him. And you do. That’s what Slender’s exploits.

Slender taking hold of Jack’s mind shows in the form of aggression. Bloodlust. Clouded thoughts and moving on autopilot. Like he is when he hunts. He won’t even notice it coming, it’ll hit him like a truck when he least expects it. You coming home, winding your arms around his waist in a hug like you always do, and it’s like a switch flips. It’s your scent that’s the trigger.

And it’s not like he’s never once thought about consuming you before, so it’s easy to stoke that flame. Easy to turn the dial up to eleven.

You’re a bloody heap of flesh on the ground by the time Jack finally comes to - your blood dripping from his lips, your chewed up organs sitting heavy in his gut.

He spends the entire night retching until he can’t do anything but dry heave. He never dates again.

-

Brian:

The executioner.

Brian isn’t one to get attached. I personally like to hc that he almost died when he fell from that window - but Slender kept him alive because he still had so much purpose. So much more to do. This creates a sort of… Apathy towards life for Brian. Knowing that it really doesn’t matter, because there’s barely any consequences. He’ll just be brought back anyway.

He keeps this all hidden.

So for you to wriggle your way in? That’s a feat. It probably started as just a lust type deal. The love came later, and it took ages to accept it. And he knows it’s not a good idea, not with the nature of his work, but… He just can’t help but indulge. It’s only fair to have some refuge in the chaos, right?

When he gets the order, it’s like a reality check. A brutal reminder that try as he might, he is not human. He doesn’t get to experience human pleasures. Doesn’t get to die a human death. He’s just a pawn. And well, he’d known that all along. He had just been pretending.

He kills you with a shot to the back of the head. When you’re completely off guard, none the wiser. Maybe you’re cooking him dinner, maybe you’re walking off to your shared bedroom. It doesn’t matter - your brains are splattered against the wall before you even realize the chill in the air.

Which is a good thing. He never wanted you to see this side of him.

You die face down on the floor, never knowing that the man you loved was the one who fired the shot.

He buries you in the backyard. Sometimes he sits by the heap of dirt and cries on really bad nights.

-

Tim:

Killing you softly

Tim had been expecting this. Waiting for it. He had warned you from the very start that being with him was a curse, that you’d never come out unscathed. That you shouldn’t risk it, because it’s just not worth it. You push. You assure him that things will all work out.

He makes the mistake of letting himself believe you. Simply because you were his one good thing. Something he could cling onto when things were too rough to handle. Comfort, that he finally started convincing himself he was worthy of deserving.

To lose you, feels like a shot to the chest, but he’s been down this road before. He knows that an order isn’t something to be refused. He knows the consequences if he does. He’d rather keep a rational mind, so that he could make this as easy as possible for you. You didn’t deserve brutality. Not when you had always been so gentle.

He kills you in your sleep. Squeezes his eyes shut before slamming his crowbar down against your skull with a force that kills you on impact. It’s messy. It’s horrible. But for you, it’s painless - you don’t even wake. You just twitch, then go still.

He wraps your body up in the sheets and cradles you for a long while, before he gains the courage bury you.

He never enters that room again.

-

Cody:

Experiment gone wrong?

Cody doesn’t kill often. He’s more prone to take ownership of bodies that his fellow proxies had killed, prodding around at their insides and testing various corrosives he mixed up against their skin tissue. He works to find new ways to kill, to find flaws in the human system. Like Jack, he’s more so the brains than the brawn.

He gets his lab on the basis that he’ll continue his work. That he won’t get distracted.

You distract him.

That’s the main issue with Slender, when it comes to his proxies being in relationships. Distractions. Flaws in the machine. A disease that needs to be remedied.

And Cody would much rather not, but he’s seen what happens if he tries to shrug this one off. Plus, at the same time, despite how much he loves you - the scientific curiosity always reigns supreme. He’s been waiting for a moment to experiment on you.

He’ll feed you a concoction he swears up and down is safe. Feel guilty at the amount of trust you place in him as he sticks you with the needle. Watch as the realization dawns on you - the fear that floods in your irises - when the drug he swore to you wouldn’t hurt you even a little bit, starts to eat you up from the inside.

And he’ll just watch. Because at this point, there’s simply nothing left to do. No way to save you. Even as you plead, as you curl up into a ball on the laboratory floor and spit out blood. He doesn’t even whisper out an apology until your eyes go glassy.

Afterwards, he’ll dissect you. Assess the damage. Probably keep pieces of you preserved in formaldehyde that he keeps displayed on the shelves. Most likely your eyes, because that’s the part of you he loved most.

-

Jeff:

Finally giving in.

It’s not that Jeff got into the relationship planning to ever kill you, but he did know one thing - if he had to, he would. It’s nothing against you, and it’s not a reflection of his affection towards you. It’s simply who he is - what he does.

You knew that. You’d seen him, covered head to toe in blood all while wearing a bored expression. He didn’t bat an eye at it, didn’t care about the mess. It was all just a byproduct of his favourite pass time.

From the start, he thought you were insane for even trying with him. For thinking that you could be the one exception from the endless massacre that was his life. He would’ve liked you to be, and he would’ve let you if the cards played out differently - but that’s not what reality (Slender) had in mind for the two of you.

He does it the moment he gets the order. Doesn’t give himself even a moment to think it over. Just comes home, finds you, and raises his blade before you can even scream.

It’s a bloodbath, as it always is. Metal glinting in the light every time he raises his arm, blood splattering against his skin every time he brings it down. Just wound after wound, tearing into your writhing body like you were just another victim. If he closed his eyes, it was easy to pretend you were.

You fight back, and it doesn’t phase him. You claw at his arms, try to push him off - he slits your throat before you can even muster up the strength to. When you finally stop moving, he drops his knife, the weapon falling to the ground with a clatter - his chest heaving raggedly as he stares down at what he’d done to you. What he’d known he’d to do you eventually, right from the very beginning.

He doesn’t wash the hoodie he wore when he did it. Ever. It feels like a sin to let the last remnants of you swirl down the drain like that. It sits in the back of his closet, blood crusted against the fabric. Sometimes he slips it back on when he’s really missing you.

-

[ A/N ]: nobody asked for part 2 but i made it anyway cause im fucking evil and twisted here's part one if you are too

[ C/W ]: suggestive at some parts (marked with a ★), obsessive behavior

(my personal goat) nina <333:

ideally?? pinterest scene queen bedroom. realistically? pinterest scene queen ADJACENT bedroom

firmly believe that there’s an accent wall in her room that’s pink and black zebra stripes and it’s chipped as fuck and she’s a queen for that

her room constantly looks like an emo tornado just ran through the place and it’s actually kind of awesome. like the smell of burgers and burnt vape faintly lingers in the air but it pairs well with her perfume that smells like cotton candy so it’s fine <3

ALSO firmly believe that she has two mattresses stacked on top of each other (no bed frame of course) and a shitton of blankets and plushes thrown on it like princess and the pea

and- like princess and the pea -she WILL notice if there's something off. if you kick a plushie on the floor she's going to position them completely on her side of the bed and say "Well... Gerard had a meeting with the council and they've determined that you're not allowed back into the Fortress of Dreams until you've properly apologized."

the only way to rectify this obviously grievous crime is to kiss aforementioned plushie on it's head and tell it you're very very sorry while she's watching (for her amusement of course)

is probably the one who demanded suggested you start sleeping in the same room in the first place

like it started off with a sleepover you both feel asleep at from staying up too late and ever since she's felt what it's like to have your weight in the bed she's EXTREMELY hesitant to let that go

like straight up you will hurt her feelings if you say you don't want to sleep in the same room. for real if you have an issue with the same bed she will compromise and somehow acquire a fucking bunk bed it's actually that serious 😭😭

nina is literally fucking starving companionship, and it's hard to find that genuinely when you're living with a bunch of distrustful murderers. so the fact that you trust her enough to sleep around her? much less in the same bed, barely clothed and vulnerable??

she pretends to fall asleep sometimes, waiting until you've drifted off to play with your hair while you sleep, telling you all sorts of things you'll never hear

"I won't let anyone hurt you." "You're my best friend. My favorite." "I'll always love you. Forever."

blanket hogs but hear me out. you're also a blanket r u walking with me on this

jeff:

he's used to camping out in abandoned buildings and shit so his sleep situation for the past like decade has rough

like im talking dry rotted mattress on the floor of a dingy old hospital every week kinda rough

idk like,, part of me wants to say he lives like a caveman like clockwork but part of me also wants to say that his space is like,, uncannily bare

like there's pizza boxes and clothes, but aside from that there's not really much else save for a duffel bag near the foot of the bed that always seems to be packed to bolt

if you ask to sleep together he looks at you like he's genuinely confused, asking something like "Why the fuck you'd wanna do that for?" and brushing it off

but if you persist and let him know that like no, you do in fact want to sleep in the same bed with him because it's nice, jeff, its fucking nice to be able to sleep next to your boyfriend/whatever, he will EVENTUALLY acquiesce

sleeps in his hoodie and his jeans. if not that it's the boxers with the hoodie. it's not that he like can't part with it or anything (lowkey he cant but that's another thing), but he gets cold in his sleep. he's got socks on too he's a socks in the bed guy 😭

internal body temperature is all over the place like one second he's hot the next you're piled in blankets cause he kicked them all away

for some reason (intimacy issues) he like, really doesn't want to touch you the first time you sleep together. he's curled up, back turned to you, shifting and moving around like he wants to turn around but won't

it's.. uncomfortable for him, being this close to another human being in a context that isn't violent. he does eventually get used to it, but it takes some coaxing and patience with his attitude the whole time

like he's going to be bitching about how you're 'kicking him' or 'the fan is too loud' or what the fuck ever but he's really just saying shit because he feels awkward and doesn't know what to say

cuddling is also awkward at first, but he agrees sooner than you'd expect. he'll try and convince both you AND HIMSELF that he wants to be big spoon but the fact that you always seem to wake up with your arms wrapped around his middle and him curled up in a ball seems to dispute that

★ it's likely too that to disperse the tension he might try and feel you up to initial smthn the first few times you sleep in the same bed. whether you agree or not isn't really important, but if you make it clear over time that you're not expecting that he won't initiate it anymore, no longer feeling like he needs to be awkward or make conversation

does have nightmares, but he usually doesn't wake up violently from them. it's more like a 'snap your eyes open and gasp' type of waking up that has him unable to sleep for the next 30 minutes

rarely remembers what the nightmares are about, but finds himself staring at the way the moonlight looks in your features for a while before eventually going back to bed

it makes it a little better knowing you're the last thing he sees before he goes back under. not that you'll ever know that.

jeff generally acts like a feral cat that you're introducing to your house for the first time, but once he gets comfortable he's literally never leaving

like you'll walk in at three in the morning after a gas station haul and he's just like Sitting There in your bed scrolling on his phone. you know it's serious when you get home one day and he's moved his entire console in your room (basically marriage for him)

definitely one sided beef with any plushies you have on the bed and will certainly kick them off the bed as soon as you're asleep out of pettiness

tim/masky:

oh he's already in there LMAOO

no literally you don't even need to worry about like leaving a breadcrumb trail of cigarettes leading to the room so you can get him in there

first of all; if you're sleeping with him you're sleeping in his cabin. not because he doesn't like your room but he can't feel comfortable sleeping in a space that he's either not familiar with or isn't really 'his'

plus, having you sleep in his bed feels.. nice. he can't really explain it, but it's kind of like you're taking a spot that belongs to you?

not that he'd say that with his emotionally constipated ass but you notice it when he stands at the door of the bathroom with his arms crossed like he's just soooo annoyed that you have to put on clothes before going to sleep

LOVES if you wear matching pajama sets but is personally rocking the boxers and birthday suit combo. or alternative pajama pants and birthday suit combo but either way he's like very minimally clothed

it's bc he runs HOT. no like. hot as fuck. he pushes you away by the face during winter sometimes because you'll be all up on him to steal his body heat even tho he loves it

because of this he does in fact have a fan in the corner of the room that's been running consistently for like a year (the last one broke. toby held a funeral for it with full honors.) and so help you GOD if you turn it off in the middle of the night

★ kind of has a similar thing where he gets relaxed so his body 'reacts' more easily, but doesn't act on it. he moves away, making sure not to press his arousal up next to you. he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. but it's also because he doesn't really have any energy to participae in anything

★ if you slide under the covers and give him a blowjob or let him fuck your thighs before sleep though he gets weirdly affectionate and buries his face in your chest, whispering hushed "Thank you.."s and "Takin' care of me.. just.. let me stay here for a second." between catching his breath

incredibly hard to wake up in any normal context but wakes up anytime he hears anything in the house. like you could probably set up a foghorn a quarter mile from the cabin and it wouldn't wake him but if a bug hits the glass on the kitchen window he's already up and trudging to the door to figure out what it was

will also wake up if you leave the bed. every. single. time. its actually kind of freaky because you'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee and come back to the bed to find him sitting up, fully staring at you with the same energy of that picture of him posted up on top of the dresser in MH

his room is pretty clean i feel, like yeah there's an ashtray on the bedside that consistently makes the room smell like cigarettes but there's only like a stray shirt and a glock on the table to count as mess

big spoon but instead of wrapping his arm around your middle or your chest he just lays half his body on you. wouldn't be surprised to find him conked out and borderline drooling on your chest in the middle of the night

FREQUENT napper if he has the time. in the car drivers seat, in the living room- shit one time you found him in the bathtub cause he sat down for too long and fell asleep

has a serious issue with neglecting himself so you MIGHT have to leave the cigarette trail if he keeps refusing sleep. secretly likes it when you get worried about him neglecting himself cause it makes him feel like he's important to you so sometimes he'll linger on the porch just a little longer so you can come out and tell him to come to bed in front of brian and toby yeah fuck y'all i'm important enough to call to bed

will actually worship the ground you walk on if you change the sheets for him cause he hatessssss doing it