I Was Looking For Those Too The Other Day! Literally Only Re-downloaded Wattpad For That, But Cant Find

I was looking for those too the other day! Literally only re-downloaded Wattpad for that, but can’t find any 😭😭

guys wtf happened to all the good creepypasta content😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

I JUST WANT MY SILLY SLENDERMANSION FANFICS BACK.

I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK

I WANT THIS FANDOM BACK TO WHAT IT WAS.

BUT I ALSO WANT GOOD CREEPYPASTA FICS

I ALSO WANT PEOPLE WHO WRITE REALISTIC HEADCANNONS TO STEP FORWARD AND KEEP DOING IT.

ITS TAKES ME HOURS OF SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR AND AO3 TO FIND SOMETHING THAT IS NOT HEADCANNONS (too many headcannons EVERYWHERE.) AND ARE ACTUAL FICS THAT HAVENT BEEN DISCONTINUED.

I respect the people on tumblr who still write for the fandom so much 🫡🫡

Where did everyone who was in this fandom go??😟

Stray Love

~ Connection ~

Chapter #2

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Warnings~ Fem Reader, a lot of this chapter is the characters texting each other, mentions of food.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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The mysterious man visited the coffee shop four more times over the next few days. Each time, he came in at the same time, and each time, his presence stirred something in your heart. You served him with the same warm smile and cheerful demeanor, and with each encounter, there was a subtle tension between the two of you.

On the fourth day, something changed. The mysterious man lingered at the counter after placing his order, seeming to gather up the courage to speak. Finally, he turned to you, avoiding eye contact and said, "Can I ask you something?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Sure, what is it?" you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

The man hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with the edge of his jacket. "I've been coming here for the past few days now, and I..." He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly.

You smiled warmly, encouraging him to continue. "It's okay, take your time."

He took a deep breath, finally raising his eyes to meet yours for a brief moment before quickly averting them again. "I've really enjoyed coming here, and I guess what I'm trying to say is, I was wondering if you would give me your number?"

Your heart fluttered at his words. "Of course," you replied, a grin spreading across your face. You scribbled your number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Here you go."

The man took the paper, looking down at it for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. "Thanks," he said quietly, the smile you can't see reaching his eyes.

As you saved his number under “Mysterious Pretty Boy” on your phone, your heart raced in anticipation. That night, just as you were settling down on your bed, thinking about how seriously familiar you found him, your phone buzzed with a text notification.

You instantly reached for your phone and saw a message from the mysterious man, a wave of excitement washed over you.

The text read:

-Hey, it’s the guy from the coffee shop. Just wanted to say thanks again for giving me your number. I hope you don’t mind me texting.

You couldn’t help but smile at his text. His awkwardness and shyness were endearing in a way. You quickly typed out a response.

-Hey, no problem. It’s nice to hear from you :)

He replied almost instantly.

-I’m glad you think so. I’ve been wanting to text you for a while now, but I was too nervous. I’m glad you didn’t think it was weird.

You chuckled at his response.

-Weird is a word for it. But don't worry, I’ve actually been waiting for you to text me. I was curious to see if you ever would.

He then sent:

-I didn’t want to seem like a creep or anything. But I couldn’t help but notice you every time I came into the coffee shop. You always had that beautiful smile on your face.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

-Aww, thank you. I didn’t realize you were paying that much attention to me.

He replied with a winking emoji, followed by:

- ;)

-Of course I was. How could I not? You have the most captivating smile and the most beautiful eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

Your cheeks flushed at his compliments.

-You’re too sweet. I’ve noticed you too, you know. You’re quite the mysterious one with that mask of yours.

He responded with a playful tone:

-What can I say? I like to keep things interesting. It makes people wonder what’s underneath all this mystery.

You continued:

-Well, it definitely worked. I was curious about you the moment you walked into the coffee shop with that mask on. I even found myself thinking about you after you left.

He sent another text:

-Really? I had no idea. I guess I’m not as subtle as I thought. But I have to admit, it makes me happy to know that you were thinking about me.

You replied, a smirk on your face:

-Yep. I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets you were hiding behind that mask. And I have to say, it only made you more intriguing to me.

He responded with a chuckle:

-Well, I guess I’ll have to be more careful next time. Can’t have my mystery unraveling too quickly. But I promise there’s nothing too sinister behind this mask, just a regular guy.(sure)

After hours of playful, lighthearted, and flirty text conversations, you realized that it was getting late. You had an early class in the morning, and as much as you wanted to keep talking to the mysterious man, you knew you needed to get some sleep.

You woke up early the next day, feeling a mix of excitement and a little bit of tiredness from staying up late texting with the mysterious man. Before heading out to college, you took a moment to send him a quick “Good Morning” text. As you settled into your classes for the day, you couldn’t help but steal glances at your phone, waiting for a response.

As you went through your classes, your mind kept wandering back to the late-night conversation with the mysterious man. You remembered how his personality seemed to come through in his texts, how he was so playful and shy all at once. You also recalled how he hesitated to give you his Korean name and instead offered his English name, Sam. It was definitely a bit suspicious, but you didn't want to pry too much since you both were just getting to know each other.

You spent the rest of the morning focusing on your classes, taking notes and participating when called upon. But when you had a break between classes, you couldn't help but check your phone again. There was no new text from him yet, but just seeing his name on your screen made your heart flutter a bit.

Once classes ended, you headed for your shift at the cafe, hoping to see him there.

You couldn't help but hope that the mysterious man would show up at the cafe during your shift. With each passing minute, your excitement grew, your eyes constantly scanning the room for his familiar masked figure.

Finally, just as your shift was about to end, the door of the cafe opened, and in walked the mysterious man. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him approach the counter, his masked face as unreadable as ever.

"Hi," you greeted him with a warm smile, your heart racing. "The usual?"

He nodded, a small glint in his eyes betraying his shyness. "Yeah, the usual."

You got to work preparing his order, unable to tear your gaze away from him. He leaned against the counter, watching you intently.

As you focused on preparing his order, you felt his gaze on you. It was subtle, but you could sense his eyes on you, studying you under the mask he always wore. It made you both nervous and excited at the same time.

Finally, you handed him his order, your fingers brushing against his as he took it. The brief touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn't help but wonder if he felt it too.

He thanked you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. You could see his eyes crinkling slightly, indicating a smile beneath the mask. As he turned to leave, he paused for a moment, seeming to consider something.

He then turned back to you, his voice soft. "Thank you, Y/N. Bye!"

“No problem, bye Sam!” you said, using his english name in person for the first time.

His eyes widened slightly at the sound of his english name, but he quickly composed himself. You could see a hint of a smile on his face as he lifted a hand in a small wave. "Bye," he repeated softly before walking out of the cafe, his usual calm demeanor now a bit shaken.

After closing time, you checked your phone, just to see a text from him,

You chuckled at the unexpected question. After closing the cafe for the night, you grabbed your phone and saw a new text from the mysterious man. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message:

-You're single, right?

You responded with a playful tone:

-Why do you ask?

-Just making sure I have no competition ;) was what he sent back before you guys fell into conversation again.

You chuckled at his response, enjoying the playful banter between you two. The conversation continued as you both exchanged texts, each message filled with the same lighthearted banter that had become a familiar routine now.

Before you knew it, hours had passed and you found yourself lying in bed, your phone clutched in your hand as you texted him late into the night. Your eyes were growing heavy, but you didn't want the conversation to end.

You checked the time and realized it was well past midnight. Your eyes were starting to droop, but the thought of ending the conversation with him was strangely disappointing.

After a while, you decided to get straight to the point and sent him a playful question:

-What is it with you being all shy and quiet in person, but all flirty and outgoing through text messages?

You waited for his response, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

He replied almost instantly, the tone of his message playful yet serious at the same time.

-What can I say? I guess I'm more comfortable expressing myself when I have a screen between us.

You chuckled softly at his response, appreciating his honesty.

-Well, I can't say I mind the flirty and outgoing version of you. It's kind of cute, actually.

-Just wish you would show it in person too

You continued, but he quickly replied,

-Your beauty is too distracting for me to be like this in person..

You blushed at his compliment, your heart fluttering in your chest. But you didn't want to let him off the hook that easily.

-But I like this side of you :(

You continue with a smirk.

-It's a shame you're too shy to show it in person. I wouldn't mind some of that confidence.

He typed out a response, his reply carrying a hint of vulnerability.

-I know, I know. I'm working on it, I swear. It's just... being around you in person makes my heart race, and I can't help but become all tongue-tied.

You smiled at the vulnerability in the message before you replied with:

-If you start being like this with me in person, I’ll let you have free Iced Americanos for the rest of the month, all on me. Pinky promise. You decide to send

His response came a moment later, a playful tone evident through the text.

-You're going to bribe me with free Iced Americanos? That's a tough offer to resist. But I'll try my best to be more outgoing around you in person. Pinky promise.

You texted for a while, before you got sleepy. He, however, went to sleep first with the claim of

-I have so much to do at my job tomorrow 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

with a plethora of crying emojis, You guys shared some sweet “Goodnight ❤️” texts and you went to sleep all giddy and happy, your heart beating out of your chest as you felt your relationship advance.

RAHHH THIS FEELS KINDA LONG, IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF…

CHAPTER 4 IS DONE.

I STRUGGLED, AND I STILL DONT LIKE IT, BUT ITS STAYING LIKE THAT.

I’ve thought about Jane with this EXACT skin color before, and seeing this js feels like a blessing.

creeeeeepyyyyyyyy girls youre justbmy styyyyyyle

i changed the background to gray because the white was hurting my eyes

POST IT PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING ATP😭😭

guys wtf happened to all the good creepypasta content😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

I JUST WANT MY SILLY SLENDERMANSION FANFICS BACK.

I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK

I WANT THIS FANDOM BACK TO WHAT IT WAS.

BUT I ALSO WANT GOOD CREEPYPASTA FICS

I ALSO WANT PEOPLE WHO WRITE REALISTIC HEADCANNONS TO STEP FORWARD AND KEEP DOING IT.

ITS TAKES ME HOURS OF SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR AND AO3 TO FIND SOMETHING THAT IS NOT HEADCANNONS (too many headcannons EVERYWHERE.) AND ARE ACTUAL FICS THAT HAVENT BEEN DISCONTINUED.

I respect the people on tumblr who still write for the fandom so much 🫡🫡

Where did everyone who was in this fandom go??😟