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intimidating-fettuccine · 15 hours

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Mansion walks

This is mostly just a ramble post, but I keep imagining, because it's getting warmer, that Slender has made the executive decision to start going on mansion walks with everybody. He thought that it would be better if everyone started getting out and getting fresh air more, despite complaints that they get outside enough as it is, so now every day they go on walks together as a group. Some of them handle this much better than others, but they're surviving.

BEN handles it the worst. He goes in his physical form, and while BEN does actually like getting out and walking around, he cannot handle the heat at all, so he's panting and sweaty and uncomfortable by the time they get back, and he just wants to collapse and not go out anymore. However, he still goes because as much as he won't admit it, it's fun being out there with everyone, joking around and talking while they walk.

Jason also can't stand it. He has a visceral hatred for bugs so he doesn't like just wandering around the woods in general, but it also causes his hair to get all frizzy from the humidity, and he doesn't want to get dirty or gross at all so he spends most of the walks focusing on avoiding any mud or dirt or nature in general because he would much rather be back in the mansion in his clean, sterile environment and away from all of the grossness of the woods. He argues they should all just go to a park or something that is more open and spacious, but Slender always reminds him that it's just easier and faster to walk through the woods, rather than trying to get everyone to a park.

Jeff, Toby, and Natalie handle it the best. Jeff has always loved the outdoors since he was a kid, constantly running around outside to stay out of his shitty living situation, and Natalie was the same way. On the flip side, Toby's inability to go outside growing up has made him treasure being outside, and he prefers spending his time out there. The three of them are usually leading the group, and the most excited and boisterous to be out there running around and getting out in nature. The three of them benefit a lot mentally and physically from these walks, and it really shows in their improvements overall since the daily walks have started.

While some of them voice complaints about the situation though, all of them are showing some form of general improvement from being able to get out and be in the sun, soaking in some fresh air for a little bit every day. It gets them all closer, providing everyone a time when they're all together in the same place and able to talk and catch up with things. It allows Slender to keep his eyes on them and catch up with them as well, making sure everyone is doing okay and feeling fine. It's good team building for them, and good for their mental and physical health overall, and so the morning/evening (depending on the weather) daily walks have become a mansion staple. It probably also helps that Slender makes everyone a bunch of snacks and fresh drinks when they all get home to reward them for it. It makes him very happy to see them all getting along and being more active instead of just sitting in their rooms all day.

And, you know, it would make him even happier if you'd join them on those walks too, as would everyone else. You always liven things up, and your company would make it even better for everyone involved, so make sure you're getting out and walking too. They'll be proud of you and happy for it.

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divijohm · 9 months

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Jeff the killer, ben drowned and the reader right? Their like really close but do you think they would kill together or create mayhem around the mansion? And who do you think would be the main target for their chaos?

Jeff, BEN and reader being chaotic together

A/n: absolutely I do think they would bring hell together >:) also side note I've been getting so many requests!! I'm really really happy I LOVE writing your guys requests. I'm sorry it's short I'm very overwhelmed with school rn

💥 You three clicked by the first time you entered the mansion

💥 you three got super close very quickly. It's impressive considering that all creeps are super selective to who gets close to them

💥 If slender gives the thumbs up, you all go on a torturing/killing spree. Otherwise you get very few times where you go to missions or killing without purpose together. Part because of schedule problems (you're on a mission and they're not or vice versa) and part because slender doesn't really like your guys together.

💥 You LOVE doing pranks and do it often. The main target varies but the most common is X-virus and Masky.

💥 You all have a HOLE arsenal of prank material, that goes from pillow farts to fake props to other things that are possiblity deadly

💥 You guys like to spike other pastas drinks/foods with Viagra or some shit like that, nothing too heavy tho slender made everyone go clean because the addictions where messing up missions, he just allow cigars, weed and alcohol but that's about it.

💥 You all play lots of games together, COD, Mario Kart, Minecraft, animal crossing, etc.

💥 When you're bored you'll create the mansion in the sims and kill the pastas that you don't really like XD

💥 One time you guys decided to make stove marshmallows. If Slenderman wasn't there the mansion would've burned down

💥 You have a group chat together, the name is either super silly or a slur. You chat in there when one or more of you are away in a mission.

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d3eathnotes · 21 days

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Lazari headcanons?

I crawled out my hole to answer this request ;3 𝐿𝒶𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒾 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

𖤐 Lazari, at 13 years old, continues to exhibit her mischievous and chaotic nature. She has grown more adept at using her powers to cause mayhem and drive adults insane through corrupted media. Lazari’s teeth have developed further, resembling shark teeth that grow back larger. She remains nocturnal, sneaking around the mansion at night, much to Slender Man’s resignation.

𖤐 Despite her young age, Lazari attempts to join in on the antics of the other residents of Slender Forest, often seeking approval from older pastas like Nina, Toby, Deerhead, or Clockwork. She longs to experience a rave and has a fascination with causing trouble and mischief wherever she goes. Lazari’s unique abilities allow her to disguise herself as a human, albeit imperfectly.

𖤐 Her diet preferences lean towards rare meat and monster flesh when available, along with a penchant for causing trouble by biting others in the mansion. However, Slender Man intervenes to ensure she behaves appropriately around nonhuman pastas. Lazari’s relationship with Sally is a mix of protectiveness and mischief-making, with Slender fearing she might corrupt Sally further.

𖤐 Lazari is more focused on admiration and learning about anatomy from EJ. She displays sassiness and feminist tendencies even at her young age. Slender tries various methods to help her control her temper, including getting her gerbils as pets. 𖤐 Zalgo is like that absentee father who shows up once a month to check if she’s ready to unleash chaos upon the world. However, her response is always negative, so she ends up staying at the Mansion with the other eerie beings. She and Sally are somewhat friends, but they often find themselves vying for Splendor’s attention.

#creepypasta #d3eathnotes #slenderverse #ask #lazari creepypasta #headcanons

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playinonaloop · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Find us a fortune

Warnings through out the series: (mentions of) smut, violence, drugs, alcohol, guns, maffia stuff, ya know!

Story masterlist

Bullets were flying all around you as you tried to get closer to the safe. The screams of family members, guards and enemies were to be heard all around the building and beyond. Your brother Joey looked at you as the both of you hid behind the doors that were opened to the vault. As you met his eyes you nodded, signaling you were ready to go in. This run would decide the fate of your family. What was inside this vault will make the family great again. And ruin the other ones, the Ricciardo’s.

Many, many years back the two families lived in peace and harmony. The both of them owning their fair share of land. With profitable trades they were able to build quite an empire. Long before their lands been combined into the name of Australia, after that everything went downhill quickly. Since the alignment the families had been caught up in numerous scandals. With the introduction of new, English colonists the families grew back to each other. They had to save their people and obtain their lands. Underneath the Queen's regiment, the families worked together to get it all back. And they succeeded in doing so. The Ricciardo’s provided safety and food as your family gave the land political interests, jobs and all kinds of growth. As this was happening, Australia blossomed. Until everything changed in 2001, when Joe Ricciardo decided to kill the ceo of the political part of your family, Rich Webber. This declared the ongoing war. However, you could not yet understand why. You were only nine.

That’s the story your grandpa told you when you turned 18. And now, you were here. Amidst of gunfire, looking at your brother running into the vault. You were covering him from behind, running after him and turning your back to him to shoot anyone that wanted to enter the room. While scanning the room you were thinking about what you would do after this run, perhaps a nice relaxing bath or baking some cookies.

“y/n! Focus and get the stuff to find fingerprints.”

You felt your brother poking your sides with the gun he was holding. Quickly getting down on a knee to sling your backpack to the front, you weren’t able to find the small box that contained baby powder, clear tape and the brush.

“It isn’t here Joey!” Panic was clearly heard in your voice. You turned your head to look up at him, seeing his scared eyes look back at you.

“We’re fucked.”

The sound of gunfire was starting to close in on you while you got up again. You looked at your brother as your mind was working at maximum capacity to find a solution. Then, with the sound of glass breaking nearby, an idea struck your mind.

“You’ve got to leave me here. Get the rest, the wounded and get the fuck out of here!”

“Have you gone mad love? There is no way in hell I would leave you, here, with them!” Joey grabbed your arm to make you look him in the eye.

You shook your head as you looked back at him. Pulling yourself away from him and sitting down in front of the vault.

“If any of us want to make it out alive, you’ve got to go and get them now. You’ll go unseen Joey, I’ll make the prettiest charade here.” You smiled at him, tossing him the backpack and the gun you had been wearing.

In the meantime you could hear voices and gunfire coming closer, making you look at your brother and say “Go now before it’s too late, we’ll see each other later. I love you, Joey.”

“I love you too y/n.” He ran away through the door that you’d been previously guarding. Now you were sat, in front of the safe, waiting for them to come and get you. You started to whistle. It didn’t take them long to find you. After all you were whistling the Kill Bill Whistle song - Twisted Nerve, driving yourself quite mad as well.

“Well, well, what’ve... Or excuse me, who’ve we got here?” A face came from behind the door that Joey tried to close a bit to hide you. Instant regret washed over you as you saw who it was. He found you, even though there were probably twenty other persons that could’ve found you. As he walked closer to you, you saw that he’d grown into his skin more. He wasn’t the slender boy that he used to be.

“You’ve aged considerably, damn Daniel.” The smile on your face grew bigger as he frowned.

“Why did they leave you here?”

“Way to ruin the surprise Danny, tie me up and you might find out” You innocently put out your hands for him to grab and tie them. He came closer, still clutching the gun in his hands. Waiting on him seemed to take an eternity. Finally he came close enough, he put his gun in his holster and that was the exact moment you were waiting for. You lunged forward, knocking your head against his nose, wincing at the sound of it breaking. Daniel groaned and stumbled backwards, reaching for his gun. Luckily you were quick to walk and kicked his gun out of the holster. It flew across the room as Daniel regained his balance and glared at you.

“Still as slow as the old days, sad to see you didn’t improve yourself Danny!”

“Still so full of yourself, even though you're in the lion's den now, y/ ln" Seeing how Daniel started using your last name you knew it was serious now. You eyed the gun, lying ten feet further. He saw you looking at it too, but also realized he was bigger and probably faster than you.

“Don’t try funny business y/ln, you and I know my colleagues are making their way down here. Let’s just hope they didn’t get your precious Joey, or even worse grandpa Nicholas...” He grinned at you while getting closer. This threw you off balance. It was low, mentioning your grandpa like that, even for him.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me, babe, maybe we’ll let you live then.” The smile on his face grew sinister and you knew there wouldn’t be a way you could make it out alive with reinforcements coming in. Quickly after that the room started to flood with people. Guns were pointed to your chest, prominent red laser lights on your chest. You got down on your knees carefully, hands in the air while you kept staring at Daniel.

“Danny, quick! We have to hide before Joey comes and finds us” Your high voice screeched in the halls of your house. Daniel was close behind you as he also joined the game of hide and seek. The two of you were inseparable since meeting. You met him in 1995 when both your parents had a charity event and all the kids were brought to a nice playroom for the rest of the evening. Daniel was six years old, the same age as Joey. You were merely three years old. Daniel sister, Michelle, was seven at the time. Being the youngest of the bunch was sometimes hard. Daniel tried to include you as much as he could but the others would be rough and unfair. Eventually you managed, growing closer with Daniel each playdate. This playdate was no different, while your parents had a important meeting the kids played together while awaiting the delicious dinner that was being served later that evening. You and Daniel hid in the attic, in a few boxes that contained nothing but clothes. While waiting for Joey the two of you talked as quietly as possible for a six and nine year old. Daniel covered your mouth fast as Joey opened the door to the attic, pulling you close in doing so. Now you were cuddled up against him, breathing through your nose as Daniel looked up at the closed lid. A few second later, the lid flew off and bright light shone on your faces.

The next moment you opened your eyes you were sat on a chair, hands and legs tied to the chair too. You felt ductape on your mouth but also around your arms and legs as well. There was sunlight shining on your face, which made you realise you were in the sunroom. Since you’ve been to the mansion a few times before everything went mayhem you managed to remember the layout and rooms of the spacious house.

“Look who has decided to wake up!” Daniel’s voice sounded loud in the room, making your shiver to your core. Instead of trying to get yourself out of your chair you sat still. Just slightly turning your head to see him.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“We don’t know yet”

“We?”

“Yeah, mum and dad. You know, everyone in the family”

Click here for chapter two!

#fanfic #imagine #f1 #writing #daniel ricciardo #mob!au #maffia #rivalling families

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creepypasta-hub · 4 years

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Yo, can i get a slender mansion head canon please (like if they all lived together) :D

Hehehe....Darling, you ever heard of the Video Game house on YouTube? 🥰

Oh the mayhem,

I see slender mansion being like 3-4 stories. Equipped with many rooms, libraries, two kitchens, many personal bathrooms, and a huge training facility and basement hospital. The reason why it is big is to prevent much interaction between creeps that are vengeful and want to establish dominance. Jeff and Jane, Nurse Ann and Judge Angels, Laughing Jack and Eyeless Jack etc. Each crepe has their own room and bathroom. Stocked with a color of their choice and weapons. Nothing to fancy and regal that you’d see in the roaring twenties but if they were abandoned then yes. Slender doesn’t stay in the mansion unless something severe happens but he stays in the realm for his kind.

Now for the creeps....

Jeff is placed on the opposite side of Jane with Liu in the middle. EJ, Smiley and Ann in the basement. The clown and game pastas on one floor. The children pastas(Sally and Lazari) are kept by Judge Angels, Clockwork, and Jane. Sally has a room by Jane and Liu. The Proxies stay on the first floor, to keep monitor of where everyone is. All of them have separate files by the „Study“ which is where missions are deployed out by Slender, it’s the only room you’ll ever see him in. There is an outdoor area but it has very little beauty to it. Flowers are wilted the play set is rusted and the pool is basically green.

Headcannons:

The dinning room is broken like a cafeteria to keep trouble low.

Often, creeps will eat at very different times or in their room

There’s not a whole lot of interaction execpt for training and random fights

Everyone has learned what each other is like, for example weaknesses or strengths, what triggers moods etc

A running joke for all pastas is to leave spaghetti outside each other’s doors, no one eats it though.

You want food you have to work is the house motto.

The Proxies Are often the hall monitors. Masky has basement, hoodie second floor, Toby third and Kate first. They switch every week.

I hope this helps satisfy your imagination Darling!

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Manhattan Mistress part 6

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: Some thugs recognise you on the street and you cry about it to Steve. Bucky and Nat meet up to discuss business. HUGE REVELATIONS PEOPLE. Better fasten your seatbelt. Also, it’s not a coincidence this part ends the same way the previous one did, with a certain character disappearing into the loud traffic.

Word count: 2.914

Warnings: Talk of murder, cheating, violence and death. Please do not read belong the cut if you’re not comfortable with any of forementioned!

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 1: the background story

Part 2: the friction

Part 3: the madness

Part 4: the havoc

Part 5: the mayhem

The white noise

“Can you talk me through it?,” Steve urges, his eyes wide with concern. His arms are like a golden cage, their strength and warmth keeping his little birdie safe from harm.

“I went over to Tony to tell him Casey’s got that school play coming up next week and that I’d appreciate it if he could free his schedule and actually attend. We shared a few drinks and he asked me how I was holding up after Pietro’s… you know… Which is when he told me Wanda was working the streets again. So Bucky and I took one of your rides and headed downtown. It’s far too cold to be picking up men and I was going to offer her a place to stay until she gets back up her feet,” you lie smoothly, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “Poor girl hasn’t been in a right set of mind ever since they murdered her brother.”

“Yeah yeah, I heard about that. It’s a real shame.” His eyes are a soft blue but his tone does not speak of sincerity. “What happened next?,” Steve pressures, looking over to where Bucky is smoking a cigarette.

“A couple of thugs spotted the car,” the brunet shrugs back at him, “I mean, a purple Lamborghini? Man, that’s one hell of a flashy car.”

You entangle yourself from Steve’s hold, his hands resting on your shoulders as he takes in your red-rimmed eyes and flustered cheeks. “One of them, he introduced himself to us and said his name was Rumlow,. He instantly recognised me and said that Tony Stark’s whore has no business here, that this neighbourhood belongs to the Brooklyn mob boss and not a cheating slut that sucks some fancy politician’s dick for a living.”

Sniffling quietly, you turn your attention to Bucky, carding his slender fingers through his long locks. He eyes you curiously, wondering what your next move will be, how you’re going to play this game.

“If it wasn’t for Bucky, I don’t know what he would’ve done,” you cry silently, knowing that once you shed some tears Steve will definitely fall for your deception. Little did he know that after Rumlow and his scum tried to scare you, Bucky handed you to gun that finished them all.

“Thanks for protecting her, Buck,” Steve says sincerely, reaching out to shake Bucky’s hand in gratitude.

“Nah, ‘s nothing.” Bucky waves away Steve’s thank you. “You hired me to protect her, I was just doing my job.”

He drops the remainder of his cigarette to the ground, blowing out the leftover smoke and you cough at the uneasy smell tickling your nostrils, making you gag instantly. He was never much of a smoker when you were younger, occasionally smoking some pot when he got too stressed out. This nasty habit he seems to have picked up afterwards and you hate it. You tried to talk to him about it, but Bucky is Bucky and wouldn’t hear it until you threatened to end your little sexcapades. Men are so easily persuaded with sex.

Steve sends Bucky a dirty look, asking him to leave the two of you to it. “See you tomorrow,” Bucky mutters, a little sparkle in his eyes when they land on you. “You have my number.”

When you hear the door close behind him, you pull Steve in by the collar of his shirt, his lips crashing on yours and he gasps at the sudden contact with your cold and chapped lips before his tongue traces you bottom lip begging for permission. “I need you to fuck me, Steve,” you pant against his plump, kiss-swollen lips. “You know, I’ve been a very bad girl today, Stevie.”

“Oh is that so?,” he lifts an eyebrow in mock surprise, his hands steady on your hips.

You bite your lower lip and pout innocently. “Yes, no lie,” you whisper as you look down shyly and shuffle your feet, Steve’s finger lifting your chin up to meet your eyes, his blue orbs disappearing into a supermassive black hole of desire.

“Then I might need to punish you,” he replies sternly, voice surging with electricity.

“No,” you defy his authority, standing a bit taller as you kick off your high heels causing you to drop a few inches. Your boldness throws him off at first before a predatory glint illuminates his dark pupils.

“What did you just say to me?,” he growls lowly as he pushes you back against the wall, his arms on either side of your head and his body pressed flush against yours.

“No,” you repeat, fisting the material of his clothes and pulling him impossibly closer. “I am going to punish you.” This seems to peak his interest and he stares at you, wide-eyed and extremely turned on by the looks of the prominent bulge prodding your inner thigh.

“I am going to punish you because I’m not just your domestic pussy, I am your wife and you’re supposed to be a good husband.” You emphasis these final words with an angry sneer before Steve’s lips silence you, a deep-rooted moan escaping your vocal chords instead.

Resting your hands on his study chest, you slightly detangle yourself from his passionate hold, tugging eagerly at the material of his shirt while working your magic on the button of his pants. A string of curses escapes your lips when you finally manage to pull down his zipper, your hand gently cupping his balls as you take little Stevie out of his restrictions.

“Y/N,” Steve pants when you swirl your thumb around the throbbing tip of his proud cockhead, biting your lip in anticipation. “I want to try for a baby,” he admits gingerly, his baby blues looking you dead in the eye.

“I’m not on the pill anymore,” you answer earnestly, swallowing thickly.

“I know.”

You’re quick to send him a reply, the plan you set in motion not long ago already paying off. “Fuck me up against the wall.”

Your back collides with the wall while Steve’s hands slowly expose more and more skin until the fabric of your dress pools around your waist and your innocent, white thong is on full display. “My pleasure,” he groans and you gasp when his teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the angry red marks he left in his wake with tender kitten licks.

BUCKY’S POV

I listen how the door falls back into the lock, all kinds of thoughts coming to mind. The way she cries into his chest is sickening, it would’ve even fooled me. It’s safe to say those ridiculously expensive acting classes her dad sent her to were useful after all. Popping one of Sam’s uppers in my mouth, I get into my car and dial Natasha’s number.

“Hey handsome,” she greets me and I have to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at her teasing tone, even though there’s no one around to see it.

“Nat. I’m on my way from the Rogers’ mansion. Be there in five.”

I cut off the call before she’s got the time to say anything else. Her voice is too sickly sweet to stomach without at least one drop of alcohol in my system, too sober for any shit-talking at the moment, especially after witnessing that fine performance Y/N came up with. I really had to bite my tongue and refrain myself from telling Steve what his lovely wifey is up to during his office hours. But I promised Y/N that I wouldn’t and damn it, I love her too much to violate her trust in me. Even though she’d never finish me off like the little cheat I am, trying out the entire fucking Kamasutra with a married woman, I’d still be in some deep shit and I don’t want to lose her again.

And then there’s still the issue with Steve. How the fuck is he going to resolve that problem without stepping on any highly sensitive toes?

Natasha’s place is a short drive into town, a fancy loft she bought with the insurance money she got after that whole ordeal with Bruce. How I know this? Y/N told me on our first night together, when she showed me her soul and I showed her mine in return. God, I can barely wrap my mind around it, the way she’s my breath of life. There’s no Bucky without Y/N.

I’d kill and I’d die for her, I’d do anything for Y/N and her little girl if it meant I could just be with her, or at least be around her for the time being. I just need a good excuse to get rid of that obnoxious husband of her. Agreed, he’s a good-looking fella and a fine chap to hang out with, but I care more about my love for Y/N to further entertain a friendship with Steve. Too bad, maybe in an alternate universe we could’ve been best friends, a universe where I was married to her and not him.

As I park the car just outside Nat’s doorstep, she opens her front door and shoots me a naughty smile once her eyes land on me. She beckons me inside and pushes a glass of scotch in my hands before I make myself comfortable on her couch. Natasha’s interior decorator sure has an affinity with black and white, the whole area seems to have taken over by a monochrome entity, not a spot of colour to be detected, at least not by the naked eye. It’s a whole lot different from Y/N’s house where there are paintings adorning every available surface, giving her residence some charm and some life of its own. But this place? This is just way too clean it gives me the chills.

“So…,” I draw out the ‘o’ to gain her attention which she reluctantly provides me with. That woman is far too whimsical for my taste, one moment she makes hell freeze over and the next she’s hanging on my every word like I’m Jesus Christ in the flesh. “Did you manage to tell her? Was she there, at Tony’s?”

“Yeah, I saw her alright. Bumped right into her in the lobby.” Nat empties her glass in one take. It contained a clear liquid that must’ve been Russian vodka. Boy, with the way that woman can drink I’m surprised she still has a functioning liver.

“I didn’t tell her though. She was preoccupied.” Nat chuckles to herself, remaining very mysterious about Y/N’s intentions for visiting Tony out of the blue. But he doesn’t need to know, he’d rather not know if it meant Tony blowing his brains out. “Y/N said something about Wanda disobeying her, you got any idea what that’s all about?”

“Hmm, yeah, we went to pick that girl up as soon as Y/N came home. Don’t know what she did to get Y/N to see red, but I can make an educated guess. By the way she looked and behaved herself, it seemed that she was selling herself again while Y/N specifically forbade her to do so. The bitch punched me in the face when I tried to drag her to the car,” I groan, pointing at my split lip. “I though Y/N had a mean hook but Wanda sure knows her shit as well.”

“What are we going to do about it? She has to know but after our messy discussion yesterday, I don’t think she wants to hear what I have to say anymore.”

She doesn’t tell him why but he suspects it’s got something to do with Tony again, although he doesn’t ask about it either. Like he said before, what he doesn’t know can’t come back to bite him in the ass. “You do agree that she needs to know?,” he queries, bringing his glass to his lips before adding “Tony and Steve can’t just go behind her back like that.”

Jack Daniels, his favourite. He recognises it as soon as the first drop makes contact with his thirsty tongue. Nat has some good taste. “Even if we don’t know who shot Pietro, she at least has to know the reason why.”

She stares at me with empty eyes, a lazy grin curling the corners of her lips upwards. It’s disturbing how much this woman seems to know, so I take my chances. “Natasha, how long exactly have you known about Peggy?”

She seems taken aback by my question, not expecting me to know about that. After all, it happened long before I came back to town. Nat’s reluctant to answer but does so anyway. “About a year,” she mumbles, hiding her discomfort away behind her glass.

I shake my head in disappointment. “And you kept silent all this time?” There’s an accusatory tone to my voice that wasn’t there before and she huffs at me, the soft rustle of her tight, velvet dress drawing my attention to her as she gets up from the couch and moves towards the bookcase at the other end of the room. Nat pulls out a little black book hidden between an urban dictionary and a hardcopy of the Millennium trilogy, handing it over to me with a smug look in her cold eyes.

“Pietro gave this to me for safekeeping, in case something was to happen to Y/N. Precautions, you know. It contains quite a few gruesome details, not to mention some of those names are respectable members of high society,” she explains as I flip through the pages, amazed at how much incriminating information these pages hold.

“Look, I owe Y/N a lot. She saved me from Bruce as much as she saved me from myself. Now it’s time for me to return the favour and protect her from herself. What do you think she’ll do after she finds out Steve had a hand in Peggy’s untimely death?”

“She’ll probably go mad.”

A laugh escapes her. “She will most definitely go mad and we don’t need a mad mob boss on our hands, now do we Buck?,” she scolds. “We’re already living in purgatory, no need to turn it into a fucking hellhole. I’m already living on borrowed time.”

“You’re already living on borrowed time? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“It means I’ve lost Y/N a long time ago, she just hasn’t realised it yet.”

“Then what is in it for you? What do you have to gain from telling her about Tony and Steve’s covert arrangement?”

“Look,” Natasha reprimands me, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip. “Either she kicks Steve out after she finds out about his dirty little secret or she stays put. If she hasn’t freaked out by then, things can go two ways once we drop that bomb about the whole Peggy ordeal. If she believes it to be the most grand romantic gesture of the century, she’ll stick with the guy like glue. But maybe, just maybe, she’ll reach for the nearest gun and fuck up his sorry ass. In both cases I win because Y/N stays alive, whereas you only win if she kills the poor fucker.”

Her voice wavers the tiniest bit and for a moment I feel for her, the Russian doll with a million mysteries hidden underneath that stoic exterior. People often tend to mistake her for just another booty call, mostly because she refuses to show to the world how much she actually cares. But Natasha Romanova isn’t just every man’s wet dream, she’s the woman that freed Y/N from her lunatic mother and I am grateful for that.

“No matter what, you’ve already won because you have nothing left to lose. You don’t care about your life but you do care about hers. I must say I admire your devotion, Natasha. Who would’ve thought such a stone cold bitch like yourself would have a heart after all?”

“So are you going to tell her about Steve and Tony first, see how she takes the news and then we’ll decide what to do next?,” Nat shoots back, sloshing almost half a bottle of vodka into a large wine glass. She’s going to have a killer hangover if she’s finished with that.

“Yes. But you’re forgetting one tiny detail, I can’t be the one to drop the bomb, she will think I’m just saying it to break her and Steve up,” I reply dryly.

“Well, isn’t that exactly what you’re trying to do?”

“She doesn’t need to know that,” I sneer, emptying my glass in one take and setting it down on the table in front of me, signalling her I’m about to take my leave.

“Sam. He’s the best one to do it. He’s our Switzerland in all of this,” Nat tells me as she turns the key in the lock, revealing the bustling streets behind it. “If there’s anyone who can get away with saying anything to her, it’s Sam. Y/N and I, we might know each other the longest but Sam knows her the best.”

I take out a cigarette and light it, the rush of nicotine surrounding me like a hazy cloud. “I’ll give him a heads up,” I promise.

“Bye Bucky,” she coos after me with a small wave of her hand. “And good luck.”

I give her a tight-lipped smile by means of goodbye, no need to lead the bitch on, before immersing myself in the traffic straight towards Sam’s bar.

Part 7: the waiting game

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intimidating-fettuccine · 1 day

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How often does Sally get out of the mansion? Is she, like, stuck in the mansion all day or something?

I get what you’re saying! I honestly think she gets out pretty often. I think the girls in the mansion take her out a lot to go shopping for her and spend some time together, and I think all the creeps take turns like taking her to playgrounds and parks or like a zoo or an aquarium, stuff like that. I also think because she really likes sweet stuff when she wants to they probably take her out for like ice cream or just to get some desserts somewhere.

Sometimes when her anxiety/trauma is bother her she likes staying in, but I think usually if she wants to go somewhere they’ll take her out no problem. She definitely gets lots of fresh air and outside time ^-^

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Random quirks/habits some creeps have

I might make a part two of this in the future

Toby squeezes things in his sleep. If he's sleeping with you, he likes to gently wrap himself around you or lay a hand on you and gently squeeze you. If he's sleeping alone, he wraps himself up in his blankets and constantly squeezes them overnight. He doesn't know he does this, it's just something that relaxes him and comforts him while he's sleeping.

Jeff bounces his leg obsessively. It does not matter where he is sitting or what he is doing, he is going to be bouncing his leg. If enough people voice complaints he will stop for that session, but the next time he sits down somewhere else, he will start again. If you want him to discreetly stop you, or someone like Liu or BEN have to sit next to him and put your hand firmly on his leg to get him to realize he's doing it. Also taps his foot if he's standing.

Slender reorganizes things on a very regular basis. When he can't think and he's feeling stressed, he destresses himself by reorganizing all of his stuff. It could be his office, it could be his bedroom, his closet, or the entire downstairs of the mansion, but he will be moving things around until his mind is settled and he can finally breathe and think again. Literally, NOTHING can stop him when he gets like this. Unless Toby breaks his legs falling out of a tree again, that stops him, but nothing else.

I think I might have mentioned this in response to a question once before, but I am bringing it back. EJ needs a type of scratching post. Since my EJ is a feline demon he has sharp claws and instinctually likes to scratch things, and so he essentially has what equates to demonic scratch boards that he can dig his claws into whenever he gets angry and wants to scratch something. Sometimes he growls when he uses them, sometimes he purrs, but regardless, it relaxes and soothes him to use them. Some he keeps around the mansion, some are high up on his bedroom walls, and some are hanging high up around the mansion. He likes standing and stretching high up the most to use them. You are the only person allowed to watch him use them.

LJ juggles when he gets nervous. He doesn't know why or how it started, but when he gets extremely anxious for long periods of time, he juggles to destress himself. Sometimes it's standard juggling props like bowling pins, but sometimes he will just juggle random objects so long as he can have at least three of them. The more objects he's juggling at a time, the more anxious he is. His current record for anxiety juggling is 14 balls.

BEN, when feeling anxious or dissociative or selectively mute, communicates through electronics. He will speak through his phone, or the microwave, or the TV, or a computer, or the old rotary phone Slender has hanging from the downstairs kitchen wall. Any electronic near him, he'll produce a voice through to communicate. The voice sounds mostly like him, but it's much more robotic and detached, much like how he's feeling. If he's feeling too anxious or mute to do that, he'll produce text bubbles above him displaying what he would want to say, just like how I've headcanoned he can make emojis appear around him.

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Slender likes to say he doesn’t pick favorites. If anyone ever asks him, he’ll always say that he values everyone in his mansion the same, that he loves them all equally, however… When you’re sitting at that dining table, it’s so easy to disprove those claims.

The way he sets your plate and silverware down with such care, the way he always prepares your favorite meals, makes sure the fridge is freshly stocked with your favorite drinks. It doesn’t matter if you’re seated beside him, or any one specific resident at the table, his eyes are always on you, filled with such joy to have you there.

Your visits are the ones that bring him the most joy.

Whether you’re his employee today, or perhaps you’ve chosen to be his lover, or maybe you’ve taken the popular route of viewing him as a father, he doesn’t mind. Each and every one of you is different in how you view him, but he always views you as his favorite.

You come to him for comfort, you come to him for humor, you come to him for happiness, or to spice things up. When you’re sad, or when you’re lonely, when you’re feeling weak and crumbling to the weight of those troublesome voices in your head that tell you horrible things that aren’t true, and he’ll always be waiting there to dispel those voices for you, to remind you how wonderful you are, and how needed and loved you are. He’ll always have a warm drink and a delicious snack waiting, a comfortable blanket kept in his office just for you to wrap yourself up in. He’ll always have a new work story, or a tale about one of the others, anything to bring about a hint of a smile on those wonderfully unique faces of all of you.

When you get a victory, when you pass your tests or get that job, when you finally manage to get out of bed and eat something, or remember to drink some water. When you finally laugh for the first time in a few weeks, or go a whole day without a hint of sadness, he’s right there beside you, cheering you on. He adores you so much, and regardless of why you’re paying him a visit, he’ll always be there to welcome you with open arms.

Even when you’re not even running through those mansion doors to see him. Perhaps you’re here to play games with BEN, or you’re choosing to take care of Toby for the day, or you’ve finally decided to see what it’s like to pay Jason a visit and let him care for you for a change. His arms are still open, still welcoming you into the mansion, whether you’re going out for coffee with Jane, or here to spend time goofing off with Jeff forgetting the world, it doesn’t matter to Slender. So long as you walk out those front doors feeling better, feeling even a bit happier than when you entered, he’s at peace.

When he can hear your resounding laughter amongst the group and crowd of the mansion, when you’re happily bundled up next to your chosen partner of the day, he’s always blessed to see you. He often wonders, what have you chosen today? Have you searched for angst, or fluff, or comfort? Why have you chosen a new person to read about? What draws you into them? Does this new resident make you just as happy as your comforting favorite you’d always turn to on those lonely late nights curled up in bed? Do they treat you well? He hopes they do. He hopes that no matter where you’re finding the words your eyes are skimming over that you’re happy to be in their company.

Or, maybe he’s not greeting you at the door. Maybe he sees you in passing as you run down the busy streets in the Underworld towards Zalgo’s castle. He always checks in with him, to make sure he’s treating you well on these days, that you’re doing alright, and of course, Zalgo always reports back that you’re being well taken care of. It makes his heart happy to hear that.

He hopes you’ll visit him again soon. He’s content to know you’re happy living out whatever idea your brain has come up with, whatever you’ve requested to have written or stumbled across in your endless hours of scrolling. He just hopes you don’t forget him, and that you’ll stop by and say hello. He’s taken care of you all these years, and he misses you.

For some of you it could be months, for some of you it could be a decade, but the time doesn’t matter to him. He’s stood beside you and watched you grow, watched as you’ve stumbled and watched as you’ve stood back up, and that brings him more joy than he can say. There are times where you don’t visit for a few days, or weeks, or months, or years. You move on to new places to visit, different people in different worlds, and that’s okay. That’s okay, so long as they take care of you and cherish your company in the same way that he does.

He just wishes you the best, in everything, and he wants you to always remember that. No matter how much time passes, you’ll always have an open seat at his dining table, wherever you want it, so don’t be shy, and remember that you can always stop by to greet him.

He’s always ready at those marbled double doors, waiting for them to swing open so he can greet you with a hug yet again, just like he always has.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 months

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When you want to flirt but your pookie is a medic 😔🙏

One of my favorite EJ headcanons is that he’s impossible to flirt with. He’s not very social so he just doesn’t understand pickup lines, especially if they’re like that quote post where he could infer you have some sort of health problem like heart palpitations. I just. I love incredibly oblivious EJ.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 5 months

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updated version of the creepy boys’ dick sizes? since it’s an old post and i’m pretty sure it doesn’t have all of them.

I'm gonna change how I did it. Last time I did girth in a circle when I should have done across. Also, I'm deleting the original after posting this to avoid confusion.

To be clear length is from body to tip, width is across the shaft at the thickest part. This is in inches. I used a measuring tape.

I also bumped up sizes overall as my opinions have changed, hope your body can take it for some of 'em. Offender has finally been dethroned as having the biggest dick.

Also... Remember a lot of these boys are inhuman, so yes, I gave some of them ridiculous dicks, they're monsters, so their cocks don't work by human biology. Do not take any of this as an accurate representation of dicks, this is for fanfiction.

Biggest

Candy (13 Length, 4 Width)

Offender (12.5 Length, 3.8 Width)

Zalgo (12 Length, 4 Width)

Eyeless Jack (12 Length, 3 Width)

Laughing Jack (11.6 Length, 3.7 Width)

Slender (11 Length, 3.7 Width)

Splendor ( 10 Length, 3.8 Width)

Trender (10 Length, 3 Width)

Jason (9 Length, 2.5 Width)

Hobo (9 Length, 2 Width)

Jeff (8.5 Length, 2.8 Width )

Liu (8 Length, 2.0 Width)

Helen ( 7.5 Length, 2 Width)

Smiley (7 Length, 2.8 Width )

Puppeteer (7 Length, 2.5 Width)

Tim (7 Length, 2 Width)

Brian (6.5 Length, 2.5 Width )

Toby (6 Length, 2.5 Width )

BEN (6 Length, 2 Width)

Smallest

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intimidating-fettuccine · 5 months

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Jeff being all intimidating and moody to everyone else but a complete softie to his s/o is hilarious to me because y/n has this 6ft man who’s ripped as fuck just following them around with a resting bitch face completing willing to beat the shit out of anyone who fucks with his partner but they’re like “oh yeah this is my bf jeff he’s super nice trust me☺️☺️☺️ he wouldn’t hurt a fly ☺️☺️”

YES 😂😂😂 That’s one of my favorite things about Jeff. He will beat the shit out of anyone for even the slightest reason, he’s constantly glaring at people he either doesn’t know or doesn’t like, he’s covered from head to toe in battle scars, he’s snappy with people, but also…

He always holds the door open for you, he insists on holding your hand, if you ask for something on a date he’ll carry it around for you even if it’s a giant cute plushie, he gives you the cutest smiles in the entire world, he can’t resist peppering you in kisses every few minutes, he’s always trying to make you laugh.

He’s just so back and forth that you’d never think he’s the same person and it’s so funny to watch people in public go from fear in his presence to absolute confusion at how he’s being so sweet with you. I just love this man so fucking much.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 3 months

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Jeff have to at least ONCE tell the female residents in the mansion that they slay

I mean he totally would. I feel like Jeff hypes up the ladies in the mansion a lot to be honest. I just feel like he’s a girls guy. He drinks his respect women juice and he wants them to feel nice

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intimidating-fettuccine · 4 months

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what are all the creeps’s body temperatures? (hot, warm, cold)

Hot:

Toby, Tim, Natalie, Smiley, Splendor, Zalgo, Nina

Warm:

Jeff, EJ, Brian, Slender, Helen, Trender, Candy, Kate, Hobo

Cool:

BEN, Sally, Pup, LJ, Liu, Jane, Offender, Jason

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intimidating-fettuccine · 4 months

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Silly light headcanons because I really need them

I've been going through a very tough time and today I really need some fluff to distract myself. I hope you enjoy.

BEN teaches the older creeps that are bad with electronics how to play video games. They have creep family game nights, and the older creeps usually don't participate because they aren't as good, so BEN has been taking them aside and teaching them how to play so they can feel more confident in participating too. He never laughs or judges them for their skills, and he reminds them that the others would be happy if they participated too.

There's a game of tag that has been going on in the mansion for several years. They keep switching who the one person that's It is, but to the point that people will forget who is It. Jeff was once It for seven months, to the point nobody could remember, and he tagged Toby in the middle of dinner which caused absolute chaos. They can choose to tag someone immediately, or hold onto it and wait for a moment of surprise, but you can't tag someone who was just It on the same day, and you can't tag people when they're asleep or working. Everyone in the mansion has been It at least probably 10 times, but they keep it going because it's so amusing. Tim is currently It, and he's been It for three months. He wants to get Slender, but Slender knows this and has been careful to avoid physical contact with Tim. Tim is a patient man. He will win this.

When someone can't fall asleep due to nightmares or bad memories haunting them, they're allowed to go to Slender, and he'll play piano for them. He'll sit with them, and play whatever song they'd like so long as he knows it or can see the sheet music for it. Sometimes they'll sit there for hours, the creep leaning sleepily against Slender as he plays for them. He'll even make a delicious warm drink for them first if they request it or he feels they could benefit from it. Slender doesn't mind missing out on his own sleep, as he likes to put the residents first and foremost. When they're calmed down and drowsy enough he'll walk them back to their room, give them a hug and a pat on the head, and send them off to bed. He'll always stay awake a little while longer in case they come back to him.

Sally has started sneaking people candy. Lately, she's been using her allowance money on others, as she feels it's one of the few ways she can help out. If someone has been very down lately, she'll ask someone to run her into town, and she'll go to her favorite candy store and pick out the creep's favorite candy if she knows it, and a few things she thinks they'd like. Once home, she'll grab some stickers from her collection, and put the stickers and the candy in the creeps room for them to find later. She does this purely to try and give them a little something to brighten their days and doesn't need anything in return, although the creeps that receive these little gifts always return the favor and get something for Sally to repay her. Her gifts have often made a few of them quite emotional, and it makes them all feel quite special.

There is a shared mansion Minecraft world. They have a rule that you can't destroy things someone else builds which everyone respects, and it's become common for people to play together. Sometimes it's the whole mansion, sometimes it's just a group of them, but they all have a lot of fun exploring the world together. BEN has built the most and often volunteers to build cool houses for everyone. Jeff helps people with mining the most and if someone asks him to get a certain amount of things for them he's happy to do it. Toby and Sally are making a zoo together, collecting a bunch of animals, and making beautiful and nice places for the animals to live in. Some of the creeps play more than others, but they try at least once a month for everyone to play together, in the same room or on a call, and it always devolves into happy chaos as everyone plays in their own special ways.

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