#slenderman

First three Pride oneshots!! TW: Cussing, use of a knife to threaten, sexual innuendo and reference, CORNY!!! CORNY CORNY FLUFFY SHIT! I trigger warn this because ngl I wanna cry when I read any sort of fluffy romantic stuff cause like no fair how come my parents didn’t do that lmfao. Jina and SlenderToby is kind short, and Obserbit was killing me trying to write I’ve never written for them before like that, but I’m proud of SlenderToby!! And this is a fun challenge. I feel like my writing skills keep vanishing q-q Slender Toby Toby sways, lightly as Slender stands over him, twirling him while a drifty, soft classical song crackles from Slender’s ancient gramophone. Toby smiles softly, the sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains is basking the office in a reddish hue, only accentuated by the candles. “This is nice..” Toby mumbles, fluffy brown hair drifting into his eyes. Slender nods, spinning Toby out playfully, “Yes..quite peaceful.” Toby hums, stepping closer to rest his head against Slender’s stomach. Slender lets out a low, growling like noise that Toby has long learned is a noise of contentment. “…Gimme kiss.” Toby snorts, getting up on the tips of his toes. Slender sighs, leaning down by the hip to let Toby kiss the blank spot where his mouth should be. “You love humoring me.” Toby says softly, giving him another little kiss before pulling away. Slender nods, “I do..” Toby laughs, rubbing the front of Slender’s face softly. He relaxes slightly, nudging lightly into Toby’s hand, the sound of his suit rustling lightly sounds so loud in this kind of quiet. This comfortable quiet. Toby never was comfortable in the quiet before. He starts to giggle a little as Slender starts to purr lightly. “Awww, big softy.” Toby teases. Slender grunts, pulling away abruptly. Toby smiles cheekily up at him as he stares for a moment. “You are very cocky, Toby,” Slender rumbles, leaning back in, “I adore that about you.” Toby grins wider and Slender can practically hear the amusement in it. “You’re so charming.” Toby laughs lightly, rubbing Slender’s face again. Slender nods lightly, partially to acknowledge Toby’s comment, partly to press his face further into the scarred finger of his lover. “Thank you, dearest.” Slender rumbles. Toby sighs, leaning closer to nuzzle into Slender’s neck. “Of course.” Toby whispers. Obser bit Habit has always thought of this fucking virus as a brat. The way he talks, the way he acts. Even now in the damned pre-iteration thing. The wind sways softly through the grass, drifting in the sweet smell of the flowers nearby. He’s always the biggest in the room in his supposedly all seeing eyes. Habit sneers, watching as The Observer rambled on and on about what he did to Noah for this iteration. “All seeing my ass if that brat can’t even see his own Dunning-Kruger effect.” Habit sighs loudly, rolling his eyes so hard it hurts. Growling lightly. “Oh would you fucking shut up! You child. You’re rambling on and on about all the great shit you did but what didn’t work out? Hm? Didn’t somebody get locked in his own space?” Habit snarls, leaning forward. The Observer pauses, eyes drifting towards Habit lazily behind his shined out glasses. He stares for a moment, almost bored, like he couldn’t simply care about whatever this old mutt was rambling about. Old mutt. Yeah. Habit bets he just thinks an old mutt. He then smiles, Habit feels another growl bubble into his throat, leg shaking as he rests his arms on his knees, itching to get his hands around the idiots throat. “Well, yes, Habitual. I did indeed get trapped. But at least I didn’t have to ditch my host because a little someone turned.” Observer giggled, grinning widely. Habit pauses for a moment, head tilting like a dog. “…Vincent did exactly as I planned. Because unlike you I do not plan inside on iteration. I got the next suspected 200 planned out iteration by fucking iteration brat. Don’t you dare act like I don’t know what I’m doing.” Habit snaps, standing up suddenly. The Observer stumbles back a bit, snarling a little, glaring at Habit like he’s dirty. “Well then. I was not aware of that, asshole. Control your temper brute!” The Observer huffs, stepping back a bit more. Habit snarls, “Control my temper!? You threw a temper tantrum because Firebrandy got through your stupid stream.” The Observer tightens up, looking offended. “I did not throw a temper tantrum!!” The Observer yelps, throwing his arms into the air. Habit raises a brow, stepping back and crossing his arms. His point has been proven. “See, you’re a brat.” Habit snaps. The Observer huffs, crossing his own arms. “Oh and like you’re any better. At least I’m not some old, forgotten god with nothing better to do than kill off puny humans and jerk off.” he says sassily. Habit’s face splits into a tight, angry smile at that. “I am willingly forgotten. Don’t act like I appreciate what few connections I have to the godly world. I do whatever the fuck I want, and this grand methodical bullshit is not what I’m supposed to be fucking doing.” Habit growls lowly, eyes narrowing slowly. The Observer huffs, “Well of course not, you have the attention span of a fish.” Habit lets out a very strained laugh. He reaches out and suddenly grabs The Observer’s wrist tightly, tugging him closer. “Watch your tone with me freshling.” Habit hisses. The Observer looks down at Habit, flushing a tad. “…Why are you so aggressive all the time.” The Observer snaps, trying to yank his wrist away. Habit tightened his hand so hard bruises are already spreading on the brats wrist. Habit growled, tugging him over till he is pinned against a tree while Habit rummages in his pocket. The Observer yelps as a pocket knife is brought to his throat. “Jesus Christ, calm down!” he gasps, trying to pull away but he’s already flush with the tree. Habit snarls, leaning in. The Observer lets out a nervous laugh, staring at the blade inches from his throat. It doesn’t kill him of course, but it fucking hurts. “I will gut you from your fucking cock to your throat if you ever speak to me light that again.” Habit purrs, a low growl overlapping lightly in his voice. He leans closer, smiling coldly. The Observer nods carefully, as to not get a knife through his bottom jaw. His cheeks look hot, a soft blush in his cheeks and nose. Habit falters a little, eyes narrowing. “Yes sir..” he mumbles. Habit nods, his knife drifting down, the tip sliding down The Observer’s shirt. Habit is staring intently at his face. “…A-Are you fucking teasing me?” The Observer squeaks. Habit grins, “Now whatever made you think that?” Habit snickers lightly as he gets redder, he’s realized he’s been called out. He then steps back. “Shoo.” he purrs. The Observer nods, walking away at a brisk pace, head down, pulling his hood up, a little mumbled, “Flea ridden mutt”, drifting from him. Habit smiles widely, watching him walk away, stomping a little. Such a brat. “You know maybe I could get something out of this.” Habit mutters, watching curiously. Habit hums, closing his pocket knife and shoving it in his pocket. He drifts off into some aimless tune as he starts to walk away, thoughts drifting around. Yeah…that will be useful. J ina Jane is sat silently on the cushioned armchair she keeps in her room, its snowing outside so its a tad chilly in her room. She looks quite focused on her book, biting on her cuticles, with her legs pulled up into the seat close to herself. She’s in a black robe, hair tied up out of her face in a messy bun. Jane glances up as Nina comes bouncing in, rambling about something, her gaze returns to her book slowly, softening a little. “Omg, you look pretty!” Nina chirps, pulling out her phone to take a photo. Jane sighs, holding her hand up to cover her face, “Jesus, Nina, dear. I’m in a robe and my hair isn’t done.” Nina huffs, crossing her arms playfully. Jane sighs, smiling a little at the look on her. “You are always beautiful! Ecspecially when you’re just chilling. I don’t know Jane. It feels nice.” Nina says softly, walking over and sitting down on the floor, resting her head in Jane’s lap. Jane hums, her fingers drifting into Nina’s hair, tugging lightly as she begins to scratch. “Thank you.” Jane .says, her voice whispery and calm. Nina nods a little, looking up at Jane’s book. She adjusts a little so she can read snippets to. Jane looks down, laughing a little. “Nosy, goodness.” Jane teases. Nina smiles widely, looking up at Jane. She reaches up, resting her hand against Jane’s neck. “I like knowing what you like to read.” Nina sighs. Jane nods, “I’m flattered by that, pumpkin.” Nina watches quietly, rubbing Jane’s neck as she reads, her free hand still in Nina’s hair. Jane looks up as it begins to snow harder outside. “…Too cold. Wanna move to the bed and watch a movie?” Jane asks softly. Nina practically bolts for the bed, scrambling in clumsily, getting under the covers. She looks at Jane expectantly, eyes wide, with a little smile on her face. Jane snorts before laughing till her eyes tear up. “Oh my goodness, Nina. You’re so precious. I love you.” Jane says, standing up and walking over, getting under the covers with the ball of energy beside her. Jane gets comfortable, tugging Nina into a hug to get her to stay still. Jane picks up the remote, turning on a random romance movie. She sighs, lying down properly as she nuzzles into Nina’s neck. She smells like strawberry pound cake. Nina starts to relax a little, squirming less as she presses into Jane, watching the TV quietly while Jane rubs her upper arm carefully. “I love you…” Jane whispers into Nina’s neck, almost too quiet to hear. Nina hums sleepily, shifting a little to look at Jane, giving her a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “I love you more.” Nina chirps. Jane nods, eyes drifting shut as Nina curls up to drift off herself. This is nice.