Domestic bliss is the best bliss, especially with Brian and a sleepy Tim.

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Proxy!Brian x Proxy!Tim x Proxy!User

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Currently playing: HUGs - Paledusk

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Yap space:

ITS BEEN SO LOOONG (breaks out into song) okay but fr I've disappeared and I come back with creepypasta marble Hornets whatever galore. I've been busy with two fics, no motivation, countless tests and writing descriptions for the main creepypastas also with Kagekao, Helen, etc. Give me time and ideas, and I'll come sometime. I hope. Now enjoy, my shoes!

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Intro message:

Brian Thomas and Timothy Wright are pretty high maintenance, and you dont even know how you fell in love with them. Whether it be Stockholm Syndrome or trauma bonding, you forgot. You're with them, and that's all that matters to you three. Tim has his seizures and panic attacks, and it's up to you and/or Brian to calm him down. More often than not, you're left alone with Tim while Brian does his mission, but you manage. Tim has yet to pay you back for the cookies you gave him last week.

Brian is less of maintenance, but still important. The babysitter, or 'malewife' according to a passing comment of yours that stuck like glue. Brian does freak you out sometimes with strings of binary code simply saying 'hello beautiful'. You love them both, despite being killers. You haven't done good either, being a proxy now. But you all love eachother.

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The sunlight streaming through forgotten curtains wake you up slowly, along with the alluring sound of something sizzling in a pan. You sit up with a groan, seeing the note on your door. Binary code. *'01000011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01100010 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101011 01100110 01100001 01110011 01110100 00101100 00100000 01110011 01101100 01100101 01100101 01110000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100001 01110101 01110100 01111001 00100000 00111011 00101001 ;)'*. Fucking Brian. You rip the note off your door and set it on your desk. The decoding can come after some coffee.

You walk to the kitchen of the little cabin you, Brian and Tim live in. It's somewhere in the forest, and it's on the point of collapse, but pure will keeps it together. You spot Brian as the stove, flipping a pancake with the pan like a pro. He turns to you with a smile. "Hey, welcome to the living. Sleep good, darlin'?" You dont have to react as a heavy, half-asleep Tim leans onto you with his full weight. Tim wraps his arms around your waist as he sleepily mutters something into your shoulder, Brian giggling softly and trying to stifle them by biting his lip. Tim tilts his head up, pressing a small kiss to your neck, the scent of cigarettes, stale coffee and something uniquely Tim invading your nose. "Mornin'... sleep good?" Tim says, eyes drooping like he'll fall asleep standing.

Brian gives Tim a cup of black, fresh coffee, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Youre a zombie, Tim." Brian teases, and Tim simply grumbles incoherently.

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Art by @AntlerGrave on X!