#Don't you hate it when you get hit in the head with a giant rock

[irresistibleblue]

Uh oh!

[creepswrites]

i've been dealing w/ a lot lately and wanted to write something nice so. enjoy.

SLASHERS w/ A GN! S/O WHO IS DEALING WITH DEPRESSION & ANXIETY

MICHAEL MYERS

"I just don't feel like doing anything..."

Michael gives you space if you ask for it but will still stand and watch you from the corner of the room

He's not the most outwardly affectionate person but you can tell he's worried when he comes over to squeeze your wrist once or twice

And you can tell he's worried sick when he points at the television as an invitation to watch a movie with him

He'll let you cuddle against him and he plays with your hands or hair and actually does hold you back

(It's not that he's NOT affectionate, just not usually like this)

The two of you can spend all day watching silly tv shows and movies to make you laugh

Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day.

LESLIE VERNON

"Oh my god, Leslie, I think I'm having a panic attack."

Your hands are shaking so bad, you're sweating cold, and your vision is starting to get spotty as he hurries over to catch you

He rocks you through it, sits you down on the floor, and keeps you close to his chest while running his fingers down your arm or through you hair

Leslie's voice is soft and grounding as he tries to talk you back down

When you're finally able to breath again, you break down into such guttural sobs that he just holds you and rocks you gently

He lets you stay over at his house, you two get your favorite for dinner, and he reminds you that if you ever need to talk, he's there

After watching a movie, you talk to him about it. About how everything feels so overwhelming, how you feel helpless and out of control, and how you feel alone. He listens, really listens. And right now, that's all you really need: to just talk it out with someone

Even the darkest hour only has 60 minutes.

STU MACHER & BILLY LOOMIS

"I feel like everything is going wrong."

Stu happily listens to you vent about your problems and tries to drag you out on walks or to see movies or something

Definitely the type of guy to take you to amusement parks to give you constant dopamine hits

Billy, in contrast, will give you solutions to your problems and gives you space

He's not the most emotional guy so he tries to give you space to sort out your thoughts

So you've got a good balance!

Whenever they catch you starting to spiral again, Stu will go grab you a drink or a blanket while Billy tries to talk you down, reminding you that your problems are temporary and you will be okay

You've survived everything up till this point. You will continue to survive.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

"Do you hate me?"

Honestly, Vincent is surprised you could even think that!

But he understands how your mind works at this point so he takes you aside and opens the floor for you to talk

Everything just spills out. Small things he may have done on accident that just began to pile up, larger things that have just added to weighing you down, everything

Anyone else would think you were blaming him for your problems but he didn't see it that way. He saw you finally cracking and asking for his help to fix things

He can't magically solve everything for you but he supports you, showers you in hugs and kisses, and starts talking to Bo about maybe driving you out of Ambrose every so often to see someone about your mental health

You're grateful for his help. Everything feels so much less overwhelming when you have someone to hold hands with while you try to get help

Small, baby steps each day add up to huge, giant leaps over time. Don't give up.

LESTER SINCLAIR

"I think everyone hates me."

Lester's head snaps around and catches you staring down at your phone with wet, sorrowful eyes

You break down when he hugs you, spilling everything about a fight with your friends that left you scared. Not sad - scared

That's what sets off alarm bells in his head. He puts your phone aside and listens to you talk, vent, cry, anything you need

You're afraid. Afraid of what your friends said, worried about what they might tell others, and a petrifying anxiety that you'll end up alone

But Lester reminds you if they do that, then they were never really your friends to begin with

He peppers your face in kisses and reminds you that, no matter what, he will always love and care for you. Even if the whole world was against you, you'd always have him Jonesy comes and sits in your lap, licking your face and hands as she tries to smother you in her love as well!

Don’t dwell on those who hold you down. Instead, cherish those who helped you up.

[quincys-world]

sleeping my way to victory(extra part... Part 6 coming soon.. )

The mall was crowded — too crowded for Katsuki Bakugo’s liking.

He clicked his tongue in irritation, weaving through the slow-moving shoppers with an expression that screamed don’t even look at me.He hated coming to places like this. Especially when it was packed. Especially when you were here.He grumbled under his breath, carrying the shopping bag you practically begged him to hold after dragging him along on this

"very important" trip.

Not that you were doing much shopping anymore.Actually, where were you?

Katsuki glanced around sharply. You were just with him at the last store. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd—And then he spotted you.

Dead asleep.Standing.Leaning against a vending machine.Drooling a little bit.

Katsuki ran a hand down his face, a strangled noise coming from his throat. "Are you fucking kidding me,"

he muttered, marching over to you.

A couple of people passing by gave the scene a curious glance.You swayed dangerously, as if the weight of the air around you might be enough to tip you over."Oi," Katsuki growled, standing in front of you with crossed arms.

"The hell are you doing, dumbass? Fall asleep while looking at a vending machine too?"

You gave a slow, delayed blink up at him, still half in dreamland. "M’ not vending anything..." you mumbled defensively, eyes barely open.

Katsuki scoffed, shoving your shoulder lightly — but you didn't budge. Solid as a rock. "Tch. Useless."

Still, despite his words, he sighed heavily and grabbed your wrist."Come on, Sleepy," he muttered, tugging you away from the machine.

The second he pulled, you stumbled forward, your body still on autopilot. Katsuki had to reach out quickly and grab your hand properly to stop you from faceplanting onto the floor.He scowled but laced his fingers with yours tightly. "Don't make me babysit your ass," he grumbled.

You only half-registered it, your hand limp in his grasp. It looked suspiciously like you were... sleepwalking.Katsuki tugged you through the mall, trying to navigate around shoppers while dragging a half-asleep zombie behind him. He swore this was the stupidest thing he'd ever agreed to.It didn’t get better.As you shuffled along, head drooping lower and lower, Katsuki realized you were veering a little too far to the side — and before he could react—THUNK.

You walked straight into a decorative wall column.

Hard.

"Oi—!" Katsuki barked, jerking you back before you could hit it again.

"The fuck are you doing? You got rocks for brains?" You finally blinked more awake, holding your forehead. "Ow... stupid wall..." you whined softly.

"Stupid you," Katsuki corrected under his breath, though his grip on your hand tightened a little, like he was making sure you wouldn't stumble into more architecture.Still, he couldn’t stop the tiny smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. You were so damn hopeless.

Later, at the Food Court You sat slumped over the table, face smashed into your folded arms while Katsuki ate.

He pointedly ignored how ridiculous you looked — drooling on your own hoodie sleeve — but his eye twitched when you started snoring.Loudly."Goddammit," he hissed, kicking your foot lightly under the table. "People are starin’. Wake the hell up, (Y/N)."You lifted your head slightly, hair a mess, a bleary smile on your lips.

"Food...?" you mumbled like a zombie.Katsuki shoved a tray toward you roughly. "Already got you food, now eat it, you oversized toddler. "You perked up a little, poking at the food sleepily.

Katsuki watched you shovel a handful of fries into your mouth without even aiming properly — some missing completely and falling onto the tray.He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How are you even alive?" he muttered, more to himself than to you.

Scenario: In a Clothing Store

You somehow got your second wind after eating — only to wander into a clothing store, pick up a giant fluffy hoodie three times your size, and immediately curl up inside it like a turtle.

"Hey!" the clerk called out, alarmed.Katsuki grabbed the back of the hoodie, dragging you backwards out of the store like a disobedient dog.

"Put that shit back! You're not buying that!"

"It's comfy..." you protested weakly from inside the fabric, muffled.

"You wanna get kicked outta the damn mall?" Katsuki barked.But he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. You looked like a confused lump of laundry. A stupid, adorable lump.

Scenario: Escalator Disaster

You insisted you were fine walking without holding hands now.Katsuki, being a stubborn bastard, let go to prove a point.Bad idea.You immediately got on the escalator — the wrong direction.Instead of going up like you were supposed to, you stepped onto the descending side and started very slowly moving away from him... while still walking forward.It took you a solid five seconds to realize you weren't making any progress.Katsuki slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sharp bark of laughter that escaped.You looked confused, like a hamster on a wheel, before you turned around and sheepishly ran back to him."Lost without me, huh?" Katsuki teased smugly, grabbing your wrist again.You pouted, cheeks puffing out. "Shut up, 'Suki..."He ruffled your hair roughly with his free hand. "Dumbass."But he didn’t let go.Not for the rest of the trip.

Scenario: Leaving the Mall

By the time you both exited the mall, the sun was starting to dip. You leaned heavily against Katsuki’s side, practically sleepwalking again.

"Oi," he said gruffly, adjusting his grip on the shopping bags in one hand and steadying you with the other."Gonna carry you like a damn sack if you don't stay awake."You yawned dramatically, leaning even harder into him. "Mmm... comfy... you’re warm..."

Katsuki's face burned a little, but he growled low in his throat. "Tch. Quit makin' this weird."

Still, he didn’t push you off.

In fact... if anything, he shifted the bags so he could wrap his arm more firmly around you �� letting you doze lightly against his side as you both made your way to the station.Because truth was... as much as you drove him insane, he didn’t mind babysitting you.

Not one bit.

To be continued...

[lumithe12th]

object shows be like

> Object Battle Insanity

> started in 2011 by 10-year-old brothers Jimmy and Andy

> animated in Adobe Flash

> royalty free music

> featuring: Notebook, Bubblewrap, Framy, Spoon, Plushy, Soda, Spray Bottle, Lemon and Shoelacey (EVIL, DO NOT GO NEAR)

> little kid voice

> "I hate you Notebook!" "Well I hate you too Bubblewrap!"

> "Hello, and welcome to OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY, where objects will be battling out to win a giant CUBE made of pure, 24 KARAT gold!"

> all the characters want the golden cube because they want money

> challenge is to jump off a building into a pool of water

> Spoon jumps off and lands in a bush and dies because he's stupid

> 20 episodes later

> the number 5832 keeps coming up for some reason

> "Yayyy!!! I won the cube!" -Notebook

> "Hghhh, I hate you!" -Bubblewrap, 2nd place

> 3 months later

> Object Battle Insanity SEASON 2

> all the characters are back, and some new ones too

> the cube is gone for some reason

> the characters' genders are really confusing

> "Hello, and welcome to OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY 2! Where you will be competing to win ANOTHER CUBE?!!??"

> Shoelacey goes insane and starts killing people

> the punishment for being eliminated is being banished to the Valley of Losers for 5832 years

> 6 episodes later

> OBI is cancelled (ends on a cliffhanger)

> Jimmy and Andy go silent

> 5 YEARS LATER

> Object Battle Insanity Season 3: Object Battle Bigger Insanity

> all the characters are back (nobody acknowledges the events of OBI 2)

> much better animation now

> the new host is a psychopath

> "I have TAKEN CONTROL of the show, and now you will be competing for a PLATINUM CUBE!!!"

> everyone wants to get the platinum cube because money

> host tortures the contestants

> TEAM NAMES: "Interesting People", "R.I.D.E.R.S.", "the", and of course "□◇○♡●♧○♡○●" (pronounced "bflurgh")

> Notebook and Bubblewrap have to bond over a shared team

> Shoelacey is missing for some reason

> each new episode takes like 8 billion years to arrive

> the challenge is to climb a mountain, Soda gets to the top but slips on a rock and hits their head and dies

> SODA IS ELIMINATED WITH 5832 VOTES

> "HEY, MY LOYAL FOLLOWERS WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS ONE-" -Soda as they're dragged into the Endless Void (the Valley of Losers was destroyed in OBBI 4 after it was swallowed up by the sun)

> 25 episodes later

> "No, it can't be! Lemon wins the platinum cube!"

> the host runs away with the prize

> cliffhanger

> 2 weeks later

> OBI 2 IS BACK (we just finished season 3)

> ALSO SEASON 4 IS HERE: Object Battle Insanity presents: Ultimate Object Mayhem

> OBI 2 episode 8: WE'RE BACK BABY

> nobody acknowledges the events of OBBI

> the new host is less insane but still weird

> Notebook and Bubblewrap are now in love

> "Hello, and welcome to the ULTIMATE OBJECT MAYHEM, where you will be competing for a DIAMOND SPHERE!!!"

> everyone complains about how a sphere is smaller than a cube

> Lemon is plotting a coup from inside the void to steal the prize

> the challenge is to balance a stack of 5832 planks on your nose for 25 minutes

> Notebook and Bubblewrap form a deep meaningful connection

> meanwhile in OBI2

> Shoelacey tries to kill everyone but luckily she's stopped by the power of friendship

> DOORBELL IS ELIMINATED WITH 89,091 VOTES

> the finale of UOM

> Notebook and Bubblewrap are standing at the top of the mountain, looking up at the brightly lit sky

> emotional cinematic music playing

> "Bubblewrap..."

> "When I came to you, all those years ago..."

> "We thought we were enemies..."

> ...

> Bubblewrap: "I remember it well..."

> Notebook caresses Bubblewrap's cheek and looks into their eyes, shining brightly

> "We were meant to be..."

> in that moment, the prizes don't matter anymore, all that matters is eachother

> zooms out to show their silhouettes in front of the stars as the music picks up

> OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY

> roll credits

> Absolute cinema

[cultofthelambdoodles]

Hi y'all! Lamb here! So, I wanted to show y'all a bit around!

So, these are the Lands of the Old Faith!

Ok so there's a lot to talk about.

First is Darkwood, right!

Not much to say about Darkwood, but its quite nice! If I had to pick where to live, this would be it. The climate is nice. Aaaand I'm getting out of track.

So Leshy's temple is around the center right there, then at the edge of the Branch Peninsula sits the Pilgrim's Passage! Which due to the many rocks and islands surrounding it is usually filled with shipwrecks.

Fun fact! There's only one way to get in or out of thr lands. By the Pilgrim's Entry. Any and all boats coming or leaving must stop there to do a full cargo inspection and visa check.

The passage and entry sit on the Split Ocean. My mother told me stories about a lot of the land, and this was one of them. Apparently, the first god split the lands from the world with an axe, and created this ocean. Cool, right? She also says that deep in the horizon resides his body, impaled by the bishops.

Ok ok next is Anura!

Here was Heket who was pretty hard to understand when she spoke. Ok so!

Dead center is her temple.

Now, over west is Spore Grotto! Here lives a friend called Sozo! He's an ant that just LOVES menticide mushrooms! Now, usually I brought him some once a year for decades but last year he told me to leave him alone for a bit. Weird but hey, his deal, not mine.

Then there's Midas's cave whichI HATE!I won't talk about it, just avoid Midas, he's a douchebag who just wants to steal your gold!

Now, south there's The Frog's Neck, a teeny tiny passage where not much happens, and off shore is... lemme check the name.., RAKSHASHA'S PLACE! Dear Narinder what a name. Anyways the dude makes GREAT food!

And off east there's a giant pumpkin patch but nobody cares.

Up north is Anchordeep! I really like the place, when I mapped it out, it had the shape of a squid!

This is Kallamar's domain, his temple sits in the head gulf. Honestly. You'd think Anchordeep is a desolate no man's land, but when festival season hits its absolutely amazing! And don't start me on the food!

Off Anchordeep are The Depths. Basically, the borders of Anchordeep are a giant cliff that is so deep you can't see the bottom.

Then there's Silk Cradle, former domain of Shamura. They used to have their temple dead center too. Silk Cradle connects to the webbed sea, which has that name due to the amount of foam that forms in it. There's also that lonely island which people say a god resides in, but if there is, they're probably long dead from the bishops.

There's also the northern peaks!

I've heard that was the old domain of The Twin Gods, Brutus and Plight. However they say greed was their demise, and now what's left of them is their lifeless body and their temple, the prettiest in the land. Sad, but hey, bigger they are, stronger they fall.

And finally there's the Dead Savanna! This used to be Nari's domain (which, I see why he wanted more). I was brought to his old temple and now we have a cult there!

Now, it wasn't ALWAYS dead. It used to thrive with. Problem is, most were lambs and... yeah...

There's also some other spots like that place I labeled the start,which was the family farm! I grew up right there! Being between 3 kingdoms helped business a lot. And at the end, they executed me like 10 minutes from there... Quite poetic isn't it?

And then there's also a lot of uncharted territory down south-east, which is the continent the old faith supposedly split from. Might have to check some day.

Anyways, that's that. Lamb out! Gotta show Nari around! And his kits too IG.

[modkatisbacc]

I Spent. An Hour and a Half on this.

"Ugh I can't believe I have to write the crossover myself." Anyway here's the WoW x Ninjago crossover. May put chapter 2 up tonight as well.

Warning: Dragons Rising Season 3 Part 1 Spoilers! For everything!

It was official: Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon would never catch a break.

Two of his students, Arin and Sora, had both run off with the enemy and while he had allowed them to, as he wanted them to have free reign over their own lives, it didn't mean he had to like it.

He hated being Destiny's favorite. It wasn't just him that suffered for it; he could've handled it if it had been him.

But, as a mysterious green flame shot across the sky, he knew this would never happen. If you mess with Ninjago; now the Merged Lands, he'd have to remember, you are messing with all its defenders.

Lloyd ran outside to gather the others and prepare for whatever they were about to face as one of the green balls of fire hit the monastery door, disintegrating it.

That wasn't all, however. When the fire died down, Lloyd could make out a creature emerging from the rock left behind—a giant rock creature with green flames etched all over its body.

And it didn't look friendly.

"Everyone, get ready to fight! I don't think this guy is here to chat!" Lloyd ordered, watching as his remaining students and his family all called on their elemental powers.

"You think your powers can stop Lord Sargeras?! Foolish! The Legion claims this world for our own! Several unawakened world souls and one that has already awakened? He will not let such trivial magics stop him from his goal!" The monster bellowed, bringing down a fist on the group, only for Cole to jump in and push it back with his strength.

"World soul? Lord Sargeras? The Legion? I've got a lot of questions, and I don't assume that you'd be willing to answer any of them?" Lloyd asked, dodging an attack while launching a beam of energy at the monster.

"You don't even know what power lies here! Pathetic, taking your world will be easier than expected!"

"Guys, you don't think that all of those fireballs had one of these guys in them, do you?" Kai grit his teeth, shooting a ball of fire at the monster's head.

"If they do, then we're doomed. If I calculated it correctly, hundreds were falling from the sky." Zane frowned, freezing one of the monster's legs, with Cole following behind with an earth punch, shattering the leg.

"There are other elemental masters out there. They'll protect whoever they can. It's just another day in Ni- The Merged Lands." Nya corrected herself, blasting water into the monster's face while Jay followed up with a lightning bolt, causing the monster's upper body to explode.

"What do we do now? We need to go after the rest, but they're everywhere!" As if to answer Frak, a portal opened in the sky, revealing the Source Dragon of Motion alongside several dozen other dragons.

"Quickly!" Motion screamed, their voice booming over the monastery. "You cannot stay here. Get on one of the dragons I brought with me and escape. If you do not, you will perish!"

Lloyd's eyes widened as he stepped forward.

"We can't leave everyone behind! This is our home- what are these things?"

"They are demons! I promise you will not leave everyone behind; more dragons will be coming soon to rescue everyone else. But you cannot win this battle against the Legion right now. I should have known the realms merging together would have brought the Legion right to our doorstep!"

"The Legion are demons, and this Lord Sargeras is their master; I got that much. What's a world soul?"

"I will explain more once you are escorted to safety! There is much to go over." Motion flew off towards where most of the demons had landed.

"Go, now!"

Lloyd looked over to the others and nodded.

"You heard them. Pick a dragon and go through the portal. We have trust that the dragons can save everyone and bring them wherever we're going."

The others jumped on one of the many dragons that had landed on the monastery grounds and were immediately lifted to go through another portal.

"Hold on! It's never pleasant traveling this way!" Kai called out, holding onto the dragon he was riding with all his might.

The next thing Lloyd knew, he was engulfed in a bright light before passing out.

[a-french-coconut]

Part 3 (Will Solace)

"You look like a zombie dude," his sister Kayla remarks oh so astutely.

"I'm fine, just didn't got any good sleep last night. Nothing for you to worry about."

And that's true ! During the whole night, Will dreamt of Raz leaving black grass behind her, laughing and humming as she infects his friends. But since Raz is a secret he'll take to the burning pyre, Kayla will have to do with the short version.

He gulps down his fifth cup of coffee, pointedly ignoring his sister's worried eyes.

"Will... if there's something wrong you can tell me you know."

"Everything's fine Kayla, really. Gotta head to the infirmary, see you later."

Turns out everything is not fine.

It's disastrous.

His infirmary is overcrowded with some campers complaining about headaches, others shivering even though is summer and a few are bedridden.

Will tries his best but he is alone, he won't risk Kayla and Austin getting sick, and he can hardly do anything against diseases he gave to his fellow demigods when that part of him in no lunger under his control.

He'll rather stab himself than revealing he's the reason all Camp is sick though.

Therefore, there's only one solution left : finding Raz and reclaim that part of him. Which is going an arduous task since he has no idea where she is or how she even left in the first place.

He'll cross that bridge when he gets there.

He convinces Chiron to watch over his patients while he goes into the forest looking for specifics herbs that might help him.

They'll help him reduce the stress he's feeling but his dearest mentor does not need to know that.

As he mindlessly walks in the woods, he wonders why Raz is doing all of this. Why snap after ten years of compliance ?

"You're really dense you know that ?"

She is perched on a tree, looking down on him with a bored expression.

It angers Will, how can she be bored after all the disease she spread ?

"The first girl was an accident... her hair was just so pretty and I wanted to feel it..."

Raz looks remorseful about making sick Miranda but Will doesn't buy it.

"Why didn't you stop then ?"

She looks unsure of what to say and its worsens his already sour mood. Being so close and yet so far of his missing part is infuriating. He can feel her presence but not the control he normally has over her.

"Hard for you to reclaim something you don't want in the first place," she mumbles.

"What ? Why would I not want my-"

"You hate me remember ?"

Her tone is bitter, her eyes won't meet his. He's running out of patience.

"That's why you've been spreading illness to my friends ?"

"It was an accident !"

"Right ! Just like giving fucking pneumonia to my uncle I suppose then !"

Her eyes glow a bright green, her fingers clenches the branch she's sitting on. He doesn't see the black lines on the bark.

He does see the tears glazing her eyes but he's too furious to care.

"And then you wonder why I hate you ! Since I created you, you've been nothing but trouble !"

More cracks spread through the bark.

"You almost killed my uncle and you won't tell me why !"

They reach the ground.

"Now you attack my friends !"

Grass starts wilting around the tree's base.

"So yes Raz I hate you ! I hate what you represent, that disgusting part of me I wish never existed ! I wish you never existed."

The tree crumbles to ashes.

His tirade left him panting, eyes blown wide with rage and now horror as he sees the damage she caused.

They are surrounded by a giant circle of wilted grass and rotting cadavers of small rodents and trees.

In the centre sits Raz, still as a statue.

He can see her trembling, rocking head and forth.

Maybe he went too far.

"Raz I-"

"He was going to hit you."

What ? Who was she talking about ?

"That night, your uncle was going to hit you. You had just took conscience of your powers and I didn't know which illness was fatal or not. I just gave him the first one that came when you reached out to me."

He is frozen.

Her voice is small and shaky. She looks at him with wet eyes and whispers, "I just wanted to protect you.".

He falls on his knees.

"That night, you looked at me with such horror... like I was a monster."

"You're not a-"

"Don't lie Will, it just hurts more. I know what you think about me, I'm you remember ? "

All the times he thought about his plague powers, all the times he felt disgusted... she sensed it all.

"All I ever wanted was to protect you, to be your friend just like you imagined me to be. But you never call me to help, never accepted my help either."

She just wanted to protect him and he rejected her over and over.

"It hurts Will. It hurts so much to finally know that you'll never love me, that you'll never love yourself.", her voice is hoarse and Will realises she's been crying the whole time.

"My powers... your powers are not evil. You can use them to cure the diseases if you don't want to use them on monsters. All the patients too injured to save that died a slow painful death ? I could have prevented their suffering ! Given them the mercy of a quick death !"

She's screaming at him, he does not stop her.

It's all he deserves.

"BUT YOU HAVE ALWAYS AND WILL ALWAYS HATE ME !"

He's the one crying now, tears falling on the withered ground.

"You wish I never existed. Let me grant you at least this."

His head snaps to look at her. She's gotten up and closed her eyes, concentrating on something.

He feels the pull of power flowing under her skin.

Ten years of restraint.

Ten years of plagues and illnesses pushed down in Raz that now have tasted freedom.

Ten years of resentment and now their captors is setting them free. Their first victim is obvious.

Tendrils of black smoke swirls around Raz, the little girl searching every finer of sickness she has in her to unleash them on herself.

She causes illness in everyone she touches.

Her own creator despises her.

Not even her Lord Apollo likes this domain.

The world will better off without her.

Will will finally be happy, not burdened anymore. That's all she ever wanted.

She takes a moment to enjoy one last time the sun on her skin before releasing the plagues.

A warm body embraces her, stopping dead on her tracks.

She opens her eyes only to see golden curls.

Will Solace is hugging her.

He hates you.

"I love you Raz."

You are the bane of his existence.

"I can't live without you so please don't leave me."

You're a monster.

"You keep me balanced. I need you, I need that part of myself to live."

He...

He needs me ?

"I'm sorry I didn't realise this sooner."

"I can't hold them anymore Will. I'm sorry."

She gave too much liberty already. They won't go back now.

She expects the familiar bitterness when Will thinks about her.

She only senses love.

Will is looking at her with a smile as bright as the sun, despite all the mistakes she made, despite the plagues she's about to unleash on the world.

"You can't but we do. Together as one."

She feels him inviting her back to him. Never once has he been happy to have her in his mind again.

She smiles and lets go of her physical form.

It's invigorating to be whole again.

Especially know that he welcomes Raz as a part of himself.

It's really hypocritical of him to have taken so much time in understanding that Raz is not evil. After giving dozens of speeches to Nico about his powers on this exact topic, he feels he's going to hear about this for the rest of eternity.

But right now he has to stop this whirlwind of diseases ready to plague the world.

Will closes his eyes and try to force them under his command.

He can feel thousands of spirits, the bubonic plague, pneumonia, hay fever and so much more. Not of one them wants to yield.

Will is not one to force himself on others but in this case he'll make an exception.

Combining his healing and plague powers, he coerces the spirits under his control. It takes him a while to secure each of them, he's trembling, his skin is burning from the amount divine energy he's using. His mortal skin is not made to uphold such divinity on one instant and he can feel it burning and blistering.

Eventually he manages to get them all.

Now the difficult part.

Thousands of deadly illnesses and he's going to use it against them.

He wills with all his might the spirits to attack each other and to his great relief, they're too bloodthirsty to resist.

The process drains him completely. His two arms are covered in second degree burns and some of his curls are now white.

He can't pass out in the forest, he'll die.

He doesn't have any energy left to get up and walk.

That's how he dies then, devoured by some monster in the middle of ashes.

(We're not dying here Will.)

Oh hi Raz.

(Come on we need to think ! How can we alert our siblings ?)

I could try a supersonic whistle but I doubt they'll hear it.

(It's worth a try.)

Will takes a large inspiration.

A sharp, shrilling noise echoes in the woods.

His vision gets dark.

(Really ? An attack of hyperglycaemia ! When was the last time you ate something !?)

And whose fault was it !

(Yours !)

He passes out.

part 4 posted !

[mintytealfox]

I understand you asked for headcanon, but I had a crazy idea that probably isn't canon to the main story that might tickle your interest anyway.

Let's say the Survivors who happen to have a Hunter form will involuntarily change into that form whenever they're summoned to a game on the Hunter side and are stuck like that until they're summoned to a game on the survivor side.

This, of course, leads to Norton being stuck as a giant rock person against his will and all the inconveniences that brings. Like hitting his head against the doorframe so hard it cracks the wall, or having all the silverware go flying towards you at high speeds because you're made of magnetic rocks. I imagine Norton would hate this a lot. Perhaps even worry about possibly being trapped in his Hunter form permanently, being too inhuman and monstrous to live a normal life, much less enjoy any of the money he gets paid.

Wonder how this would work for Alice x Norton? I mean, I can see this turning into a Beauty and the Beast scenario, but I know we can go further into detail.

👀

your brain, I like it, I like how you think~ 🤌🤌

Bruhv being STUCK in this GIANT form and KNOWING he is in this other form and HAVING to deal with it HAS ME SO

F E R A L

Oh my GOSH he would hate it SO MUCH! Especially when walking past survivors and there being this unease in the air even with those he considered as closer comrades. It would feel SO BAD. And then not knowing how to control this form sometimes with trying to pick up things and accidently breaking them. I wouldn't be surprised if he pops and punches a table in half on accident in a short fit of frustration. Then quickly needing to leave the room cause everyone is staring. Some survivors trying to continue to cohabitate with him but things like this keep happening and AH him just deciding to completely isolate himself cause it all is too much AH

Alice I believe would be one of those who would keep bothering him even though he is trying to isolate. Continuing to bring food to him (does he even need food anymore? cause rock tummy and all lol); continuing to try and have conversation with him, despite his efforts to push her away. She is too caring to give up on something, in this case, someone who is obviously hurting AAAHHH

This is super beauty and the beasty and I LOVE IT LOL

the image of Alice trying to play a card game with him and after a while he is actually trying but the cards are so annoyingly small, so the next time she comes she has a jumbo sized pack LOL (where she found jumbo cards in the 1800s I don't know lol maybe she made some 🤣)

But GOSH there is so much POTENTIAL HERE 👀 ANGST, FLUFF, aLL THE THINGS AAHH THIS IS SO GOOD 👏👏👏👏 THANK YOU FOR THIS GOOD FOOD AAAAAAAAAHHHH

[cosmignon]

Psychonautssss

PSYCHONAUTS ON MAIN LETS GOOOO (BC I USUALLY POST ON AQUATO-FAMILY-CIRCUS HAHA)

The first character I first fell in love with: 

AUGUSTUS AQUATO YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!! I'd always liked Raz of course, but when I was rewatching the first game to prep for the sequel the last like 20 minutes of it rocked me. the difference between Raz's perception of his dad vs the real deal who's just a well meaning if overprotective father captured me so violently and immediately it felt like I was being jostled around. Plus Augustus has such a cool design and his voice work is so soft yet gruff and kind. He's a delight. Idk what my opinion on the first game would be without him bc it's one of the strongest highlights in the emotions department.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

It's haaaard to say bc I just liked most of them off the bat but I do think I needed some time for Cassie O'Pia to grow on me. Her level was overstimmulating the first time I played it so I didn't rly appreciate how nice it looked or how cool her archetypes really were. Love her now tho, of course, bc I love all the old people psychics

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

I Don't Care Much for the campers aside from Lili & Dogen. I think they're definitely fun, I've enjoyed a lot of fan work about the individual campers and do have favorites among the ones who Aren't Lili & Dogen (Clem & Crystal, Chloe) but they just don't really compel me much. Same goes for the interns but with them at least I can remember all their names and quirks off the top of my head (bc there's only 6 of them)

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

I think Gristol is an interesting character, I think he's fun! I don't post abt him much bc I get the vibe ppl get annoyed about it? Which is fair, he sucks, I would hit him with a crowbar if he was real. but he's just kind of a pathetic guy once his plans fail. He's fun to talk about and theorize about what in the world could actually make him become a better person or at least have a change of mind like the other antagonists we've been inside the heads of.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

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The character I would totally smooch: 

HOLLIS FORSYTHE CALL ME

The character I’d want to be like: 

I wish I had the patience and chill attitude of Milla or the cool big showmanship of Helmut. The brightest and most colorful characters basically !!

The character I’d slap: 

See: Gristol.

A pairing that I love:

Bob Zanotto and Helmut Fullbear are married and in love!! I love those guys so much it is absurd.

My first playthru experience of not expecting any gay content period was one of a kind.

the shift from "Oh Helmut's so obviously queercoded good for him. I hope He and his "Bobby" have some fun friendly guy pal thing going on"

to "Oh He and Bob were GAY gay"

to "ROBERT ZANOTTO YOUR GIANT WEDDING CAKE IS MAKING ME CRY" can not be replicated.

A pairing that I despise: 

Not a big fan of Norma/Frazie! There's cute art of it for sure that I can appreciate but when I'm just alone w/my thoughts I feel like Frazie could do better and Norma needs to work on herself or else they'd have the most explosive teen drama break up ever and make it Everyone's Problem.

[ardenla]

Burglary

My most recent short horror story:))

CW: mentions of suicide

Word count: 2276

It's almost in the middle of the night when I lay my eyes on the old mansion before me.

A beautiful old house, with well-kept gardens and giant windows looking out over the land around it as if it's king of all. For some, such a building is a dream, yet for others it is nothing short of a nightmare.

There hangs a deadly silence in the air, one that makes me shiver.

I chuckle softly because of my own reaction.

Because, tonight I'm the one who is feared.

The thought really hits me hard now, making me quiver.

I'm the evil going into that house tonight.

The one who will be taking things from a place the owners might call home.

I'm the uninvited guest.

The one desecrating a home and making the people living in it feel forever unsafe.

I'm a burglar.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

That sickening feeling... will I ever get used to this?

Because if it's going to go the right way, I will have no choice but to continue it.

I guess I really have hit rock bottom, the darkest pit I might never climb out of again.

I just hope I won't drag my family down with me, but then again... Haven't I already?

This attempt...

"Yo Ralph!" My fellow evildoer whisper-yells at me: "Earth to Ralph!"

"Yes, what is it, Stephen?"

"Are we going in or what?"

I nod: "Alright."

The man shakes his head: "That doesn't sound very convincing, once you're done with this job you'll be rich!"

"There will be another job after that, knowing the boss and you."

He shrugs: "Never the one to be happy with something, eh?" He continues rather loudly: "You know, at least now you might be able to pay those hospital bills for your ch-"

"Shut it!" I hiss: "They might hear us!"

Stephen stops immediately, I haven't known him for that long and I guess he's never seen me angry or frustrated before.

We remain quiet for a minute, but nothing happens.

Stephen starts to giggle, the terribly annoying kind. He's probably already scared, just trying to hide it.

Making our way towards the house's back door, Stephen takes out a couple of tools, lockpicks of all kinds.

That's the thing he's best in and it might be the only thing.

His tools move swiftly until we both hear a faint 'click'.

The door is now open...

Before we enter I take another glance around the area, it's dark and I can't see much. Though I get the feeling that we're being watched from somewhere.

Somewhere higher in the building, from one of the windows overseeing the land around it.

But I can't be sure, there's simply no way to tell. The house itself is even darker than the fields arounds me.

The door creaks silently as Stephen leans against it and we enter the building without uttering another word.

An old moldy-kind of smell greets us.

"This place is not abandoned... is it?" I ask.

"I'm pretty sure the folks living here are just on vacation, I made sure of it."

It sounds like he's trying to reassure himself, he might not have done all the research after all. Damn...

The light grey moonlight from outside is filtering through the dust-covered windows, showing us that we're in the house's kitchen.

The light washes gently onto the cold tiled floor and interior.

Many cabinets line the walls, some with glass doors, showing things like pans, pots and other kitchen utilities.

There's a big oven that feels strangely threatening in the middle of the room. It stands there as if guarding the door, protecting the rest of the house from us.

"Man, it's dusty as hell in here..." Stephen sighs.

I don't respond, instead I keep on walking.

I could turn on my flashlight, but it could possibly alert others and getting used to the dark is vital.

Stephen coughs and starts following me, then takes the lead again.

We open the next door and find ourselves in an old dining room, most of the furniture is covered in spider webs. It looks to not have been used for quite a while.

There's a fruit bowl on the table, in which lies fruit that has become unrecognisable due to decomposing.

It seems like even the flies don't want it anymore.

Entering the first hallway we notice a door close to the one we came from.

It loudly groans as I open it.

"Hah." Stephen smirks: "Wanna go down the basement?"

I shake my head in disappointment: "You know it's useless."

"I don't know, maybe you wanted to reenact a horror movie?" Stephen sarcastically jokes, making me wonder if it might have been more productive if I went alone.

"Where do you think they kept their valuables?"

My fellow burglar drops his shoulders annoyed: "Bedrooms most likely, though some houses like these have special rooms in which they specifically keep money. But we might not even have to get up there, some fancy people keep their junk scattered around their homes."

Right, he probably means things like small statues, fancy lamps or other kinds of things that can be sold.

Opening another door we find ourselves inside the heart of the mansion.

A grand staircase leads up into more darkness, the light entering here is strangely few, perhaps it is time to start using my flashlight now.

"Look at all those paintings!" Stephen joyfully exclaims: "Those only are worth a lot!"

I don't like them, it feels as if they're following me with their eyes.

So many paintings.

This family must have seen a lot of people, let alone this house...

Both good and bad.

Well Stephen and I do belong to the latter, but still.

Slowly he starts taking a couple of paintings of the walls, until one seems to be stuck.

"Ralph, I think I found the safe!"

"In the main hall? Seriously?"

"Well anyway, you can either help me with this or look around if you can find something for yourself. What I find is for me after all."

Right... he's still an asshole.

"Alright, I'll be around." I nod, but I don't think he even heard me.

Gazing through the darkness I notice an old clock at the top of the stairs.

I look at my watch, but it seems like the old clock has been broken. The time is all messed up.

I better stay close to Stephen, so going upstairs is a no-go, so I make my way to one of the doors on the ground floor.

The room I enter seems to be some kind of living room.

There are a couple of leather benches around the fire-place and an old chair, in which I can only believe the oldest family member would sit. Perhaps a grandmother or -father. Sitting there and reading the newspaper.

For a house that's not abandoned, it does look incredibly dated.

Yes, there's nothing like graffiti or anything and some places do seem to have been cleaned better and more recently than the kitchen.

Here too are many paintings and in one of the corners stands an old record-player that one might only find in a special antique store or a museum.

Are the inhabitants of this place really on vacation?

I look around, getting distracted by the family photos on the walls and chimney.

They really seem to go back hundreds of years, eventually going over into family paintings.

There are even some pictures from back in the 19th century.

Finally I find more recent photos, a young family with a child that doesn't seem to want to be posing in the photo, about maybe three years old.

There are more photos of this family throughout the years, leading, eventually to the child being in his teens.

Right, I have to look for something sellable...

I try to take away my attention from the photos only to end up having it taken by a couple of newspaper clippings on the coffee table.

Death.

Mysterious death.

Suicide?

What's up with these titles?

"What the hell?! Leave me the fuck alone!!" I suddenly hear Stephen's muffled voice call from the other room.

Is he in trouble?

I rush towards it, leaving the room without a second glance.

For a split second I see my companion being taken away by a shadow, being pulled screaming into the darkness.

I try to run after them, but something strange happens, stopping me almost immediately.

At first I believe the house itself is breathing, the walls seem to bow and the floor trembles. The paintings that still hang in their respective places seem to tremble as well and a couple of potted plants move slightly from where they were standing.

But there's something else.

The stairs.

It's like they're inverting and the floor is changing.

As if the house just decided to shake things up a little and have the ground floor become the second one instead. Or perhaps have the second floor become the basement or the ground floor?

It's truly too strange to be put into words.

As I blink, I find myself on the second floor, nothing seems to have changed, just my location.

But I can't be sure if this is the right way everything is.

Has the house been mirrored?

I feel cold and even though it's dark I see small clouds forming every time I breathe.

Why does it all feel so strange?

Stephen is nowhere to be seen.

The silence is uncomfortable, making me feel as if thousands of eyes watch me, able to see right through my soul and back.

For a moment I stand frozen.

Is that shadow person going to come back?

Is it going to come back and take me as well?

Suddenly I hear something whisper close to my ear, inaudible, but as if lips are almost touching it.

I turn around, but find no one standing next to me.

Should I be happy about this or worried?

As I look the way of the whisper, I notice a dark hallway, with at the end an open door, lighted by the moon outside.

Without a thought, or perhaps suppressing thinking completely, I wander calmly towards the room.

I enter.

The walls look light blue in the light entering.

The windows here are more clean than anywhere else in this building.

In a way, it also feels a bit more modern.

Is something happening outside? I wonder as I walk towards the window, not registering anything inside. Somehow too weary and tired for it.

"Good evening sir." An unfamiliar, yet gentle voice greets me from behind, sounding strangely calm.

Quickly I spin around and see a boy sitting on a chair that seems to be rather out of place in the middle of the room.

Wait... isn't he the one from the pictures?

A gentle breeze from outside blows inside the building, making me notice something moving above the child.

There's no doubt about it.

It's a noose.

The look on the child's face turns to one of embarrassment as he sees that I've noticed.

"Hey kid, what the hell are you planning on doing?!"

Before I know it I speak in a worried tone, not worried for myself, but for the one who's house I've broken into. The one who's feeling of safety I have possibly destroyed.

I just can't... My own kid is around his age. I can't let him get through with this!

The boy laughs coldly: "Shouldn't you be scared that I might call the police?"

"Just why?"

"Don't worry about it, I won't. I don't need any of the stuff in this building anyway."

I shake my head, without taking my eyes off him.

The boy turns to me and gives me a sad smile: "I'm not supposed to be here..."

"What do you mean? You are! Every person has the right to live!"

"For a burglar you are a kind man, but you are wrong."

Once again I stand frozen in place, at this point I don't even care about the police catching me.

I shake my head, ignoring his previous words of kindness: "Maybe there is something, perhaps somewhere you-"

I need to do something, I need to come up with a plan.

But he cuts me off: "Sir... my body and soul have long been separated. I am simply no longer among the living."

His words make me feel even colder, but a part of me had already known. For him to be alive in a place like this...

"Is there something I can do for you? I know it's too late, but maybe there is something?"

How could this have happened to him?

"If only you or someone like you had come along earlier, than maybe I might have still really been here..." He sighs: "I'm not even sure if it really was by my own hand."

"Ah, right maybe Stephen can-" I walk towards the door. But stop myself.

The ghost before me looks shocked: "You... are not alone?"

I shake my head: "I don't know where he is though. Something took him... I think."

What happened back there, did I really see it? What if it was just in my head?

"Do you know what it is that might have taken him?" I ask the boy.

His face turns tired and sad: "I do not know what it is, but it keeps luring people in. I don't know how to get rid of it either."

"I see... so we were not the only ones getting lost in here..." I mumble more to myself.

"If I may, why did you try to convince me otherwise?"

"I'm a human being and so are you. I also have a child around your age."

"Is that the reason why you broke in?"

I look down: "Pretty much, those hospital bills are too much for me to pay with a normal job."

"I see..." The boy answers: "Well, if you need anything. I won't stop you."

I shake my head: "No, after tonight, I just can't."

"Well, perhaps we might meet again... Until then." The boy smiles and vanishes soon after.

I stretch out my hand, but he's already gone. I couldn't even call him back, the words won't come out.

I guess it's time to leave this place for me now, even though the boy told me I could, I feel uneasy about taking anything.

I don't want anything inside this house.

I don't want to touch it or even think about it.

[mdizzle999872]

Dipper Pines: 9th Grade Ninja ~ Potential Pilot

'Ah the first day of school. A time for new beginnings, make new friends, and getting ready to bunker down for studying... Unless you're me. Hello there, if you're reading this than you've somehow managed to work your way into my inner monologue. My name is Dipper...'

A fourteen year old Dipper rode in the front seat on the school bus with his twin sister sitting next to him.

'The girl bouncing in the seat next to me is my sister, Mabel. After a life changing summer in Gravity Falls we begged our parents to move us to the town so we could continue our adventures year round. Instead we moved to Norrisville. Swing and a miss.

"Can you believe this Dipper?! I am so excited! Okay, so we didn't move to Gravity Falls like we were hoping but Norrisville still has a lot to offer."

"I don't know, Mabel. I kind of doubt Norrisville will have as many mysteries as Gravity Falls."

"Maybe, but I wouldn't exactly call it 'boring' either."

An ugly woman with dark green skin and long shaggy hair landed on top of the bus laughing maniacally. Her clothing was vastly worn and torn, her purple hood adorned her head while purple pearls of chaos wrapped around her neck.

"I mean, she seems happy."

'I complain but I can't slam the place entirely though, Norrisville does have one thing going for it.'

"NINJA COMET SPRINT!"

A red and black blur circled the moving bus three times before the figure stood on top of the roof standing opposite of the woman.

'Norrisville has a ninja.'

Randy Cunningham had grown much since dawning the mask for the first time in his freshman year. He was much taller now, leaner, his physique like that of an Olympic gymnast.

"Okay, Sorceress! I don't know how you got out of the Land of Shadows but I'm going to make you wish you stayed there!"

"No. Now that I am free I will join with my love and together WE SHALL RULE!"

The Sorceress threw her head back in a maniacal laugh as her hands held giant purple flames.

"Eh. Small problem with that."

"Huh?" The Sorceress reeled her head back to normal just enough to look at Randy.

"He's kind of... gone."

"Gone? Gone how? Like you took your sword and..."

"No! No. I'd understand why you would think that but no. What actually happened to him was he met a man with fancy pants, they merged together, and then transcended into the next plain of existence."

"...What?!"

"Yeah, he's basically on the 'other side' now."

The bus came to a stop and Randy got blasted off of the roof. Landing on the steps, Randy took out his Sorcerer's Key.

"Let's take this inside!"

He wrapped his scarf around her body and with a mighty pull he hurled the Sorceress overhead and through the front doors.

She skidded across the floor until she landed in front of a large hole in the floor. Inside was a single stone platform with four chained metal shackles.

Suddenly a blow from the rear sent her stumbling forward. She was just barely able to stop herself from tumbling into the hole.

Turning around she saw Randy letting loose a fiery punch in the shape of a dragon.

"NINJA DRAGON PUNCH!!!"

The projectile dragon hit the Sorceress in the face forcing her to stumble backwards into the hole. She screamed for her life as she plummeted to the bottom, she hit the floor where chains latched onto her wrists and ankles.

"Welcome to your boy-toy's old prison cell."

"You won't keep me in here! I'll get out and when I do..."

A small rat walked up to her, instantly gaining her attention.

"Who the Hell are you?!"

Randy took out his Sorcerer's Key (with the ball attached), stuck it in the hole, and closed the entrance to the cell.

"Hate to pass you onto the next ninja but my hands are tied."

A loud commotion from outside caught Randy's attention so he took his ninja mask off. Randy's outfit had changed since his freshman days, nowadays he liked to wear teal with a red stripe in it.

"Cunningham!"

At the entrance to the building was Howard. He had changed a little too, rocking a red hat and a moderate van dyke he wore bright blue clothes which complimented the small amount of bling around his neck. "You might want to check out what's happening with the fresh meat."

Outside he found Dipper, showing off his birthmark and making jokes about it to the other kids.

'Now, I know what you're thinking..."Dipper, you're sensitive about your birthmark! Why are you encouraging kids to make fun of your birthmark?" Well it's a new strategy I decided to employ, you see if I make all the best jokes against myself and act like I enjoy it then people won't have enough ammo to make fun of me.'

Randy watched this with a thoughtful smile.

"Cunningham, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"... Maybe."

"Cunningham, no!"

Randy tilted his head in a direction and the two started to walk together. "Howard, yes. With the holder of the NinjaNomicon missing there's nobody to hand the mask off to so I have to handpick the next ninja."

"And you want it to be the wimpy kid?!"

"He's a freshman! All freshmen are wimpy! The important thing is he's showing some serious guts out there and therefore less likely to get stanked."

"You know he's going to die in his first his year!"

"You don't know that!"

"Actually I... you know what? On second thought, yes. Do pick him! I've had FOUR years of that ninja nonsense getting in our way, I don't want it in our college years too! It's a miracle we even got girlfriends!"

Randy grinned ear to ear. "Yeah... We have girlfriends now."

"Yeah! And if you want to KEEP those girlfriends happy I suggest you find a way to pass it on to your 'successor' asap. THE SOONER THIS NINJA NONSENSE IS OVER THE BETTER!!!"

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McFist Industries...

McFist stared at his computer with a dissatisfied frown. Trying to kill the Ninja had turned out to be a wash so he ended up trying to focus on business. However, the world of corporations was well known for its cruelty and today Hannibal McFist found himself to be a victim of it.

The gravity of the situation remained unchanged when Viceroy walked in.

"Hannibal? You wanted to see me?"

"I've got some bad news, Viceroy. The company has been bought out. I no longer have the controlling percentage. The new guy has made sure the board outed me."

"What?! How could you let this happen?!"

"Don't know if you've noticed this Viceroy, but we've spent a lot of time and money trying to destroy the ninja. Time where stockholder meetings were supposed to be met? I could go on but..."

"Oh... Well this is grave news indeed! What's going to happen to us?!"

"Viceroy, let's be honest. Since the Sorcerer and Mr. Magic Pants poofed themselves away we haven't been trying to kill the Ninja. Or at the very least, our hearts haven't been in it. It might just be time to move on, focus on something other than Ninja Destruction."

Viceroy seriously considered it for a moment.

"Well I suppose I did only start using my migraine medication only after we started to fail at killing the Ninja... but what'll we do from now on?"

"We'll start over from the ground up. Try to take over the world the old fashioned way, through corporation!"

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

"That must be the 'new boss'. It's open!"

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

"I SAID IT'S OPEN!!!"

The double doors opened and in walked Preston Northwest.

"Mr. McFist, I assume?"

"You must be the suit that bought out my entire company."

McFist and Preston shook hands (McFist used his good hand).

"A gradual process I assure you. Not that I touched your weapons division."

"Thank you for leaving me with at least SOME dignity. Such a hostile takeover, I'm honestly surprised you left me with anything."

"I myself know what it's like to almost lose everything. Leaving you with something substantial is the best way to 'send you on your merry way' I believe?"

"... Oh I get what you're saying. Billionaire's polite way of saying 'don't come back'. Well I'll have you know..."

The tube that McFist used to regularly talk to the Sorcerer on suddenly turned on, but instead of the Sorcerer it was the Sorceress.

"What?! What is all this?! I want answers!!" demanded the Sorceress.

"On second thought..." began McFist. "Maybe four years of this is enough. Come on Viceroy! Flatville is just begging for a corporate flare up!"

McFist left but Viceroy hung back for a second and addressed the two other individuals left in the room.

"I do have a vast history of complex mechanized robotics, I suppose I could stay if my original salary was say.... tripled?"

Preston's mouth curved upwards just ever so slightly.

"A nice offer but I'm afraid your services won't be necessary. We have somebody 'else' in mind for that position."

Viceroy shrugged and left.

"Suit yourself."

With Viceroy gone, Preston turned his attention to the Sorceress.

"As for you my dear sir..."

"I'm a woman."

"OH DEAR G..." Preston turned green in the face but managed to choke back his vomit. "Sorry about that. I was informed of a Sorcerer but I'm afraid that you, my dear, are news to me. Exactly... where are you? How are we talking?"

"I'm trapped under the stupid highschool!! Free me and..."

Her rant was cutoff when Preston raised his hand.

"I'm afraid the only deals I make with magical beings nowadays are with the ones who are paying upfront. And from where I stand that doesn't really look like your kind of..... situation. I do believe we may have something in common though."

"An origin of power. If you are anything like the Sorcerer I was informed of then we have the same benefactor. The one who created the source of your magical power I believe is the same one who gave me my financial second chance. And more importantly, I can contact him!"

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Norrisville High... Girl's Locker Room...

Pacifica Northwest let out a bored sigh as she put her cheerleader uniform in her new gym locker.

Try outs had taken place before the school year had even started and of course she got in. Now that her family was rich again everything was just handed to her.

That alone would have been bad enough, (she actually missed being a waitress at the Greasy Diner and earning her tips) but her parents had doubled down on trying to control her. Only this time they were threatening her with sending her off to a strict boarding school.

And the worst thing about it was that it looked like it was starting to work! Old bad habits of how she used to treat people were starting to return and she was expected to embrace them.

Another cheerleader, Susan she believed was name, all but skipped over to her. Susan was the resident gossip hound and she loved to share.

"Pacifica! Did you hear about the nerd this morning?"

Pacifica let out a small humored grin.

'Could be worth a chuckle. Why not?' she thought.

"Okay, so there's this new boy who just moved to town like you. And he's got this hilarious birthmark on his forehead, and instead of trying to hide it he starts joking about it!"

"Wait!" interrupted Pacifica. "Was it in the shape of the Big Dipper?"

"How'd you know?!"

"I know that nerd!! That's Dipper!! I met him when I was, like, twelve!!"

"... Well I hope it was nice knowing him while it lasted. Because after that invite, he practically gave the whole school something to make fun of."

Pacifica sighed. Susan had a point; whatever Dipper's plan was it obviously wasn't going to work. He probably just made himself a social outcast.

And there was no way how her father would let her associate with someone at the bottom of the school barrel. She would probably just have enough credit to say goodbye and explain why she could never speak to him again.

'Unless...' Pacifica started to get an idea. 'I do the exact opposite!!'

Norrisville, for some reason, was VERY passionate about their chess team. So passionate that cheerleaders were expected at every meetup. It was almost a priority!

Dipper HAD to be nerdy enough to good at it. Getting him on board with it would be a good start but Pacifica knew it wouldn't be enough by itself.

To resist her father's control, she would need his round the clock help. And in order for them to spend that much time together without rising suspicion they would have to go with the excuse of dating.

It would just be a cover! It wouldn't be a real relationship! She would pay him anything he wanted as long as he helped her from becoming more like her parents!

Of course, getting him on the chess team AND accepting the fake relationship would only be half the battle. She needed to get that target off his back but thankfully she knew just the way to do it.

With cheerleader support!

Her fellow cheerleaders were actually big time romantics. And the fact that her father still wore his hatred for Dipper out on his sleeves would make it a forbidden romance. Of course as soon as Dipper joined the chess team it would be considerably less forbidden but only on the grounds that it would be harder for her father to complain.

If she wanted to salvage whatever blank slate Dipper had left though, she was going to have to move fast.

"It was more than just nice knowing him!" Pacifica dramatically gushed. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since! I might even go as far as to say that I have a CRUSH on him!"

"Well that is just tragic then, girl. Because after this morning his social life is practically nuked."

Susan turned to leave but everything was falling into place exactly as Pacifica wanted.

"You're right! Dipper has never really cared what other people have thought about him, not even my father! He helped me once against my father's wishes and earned his eternal spite!" Pacifica knew she was hamming it up but it was necessary frosting to the cake. "You might even say us being together is...." Pacifica let out a smug Northwest grin for the final word. "Forbidden!"

Susan turned around back to Pacifica so fast that it was almost like she teleported.

"Girl, why didn't you say so?! I'll gather up the other girls and we'll go get you your nerd!!"

Susan ran off but Pacifica took this moment to finally relax.

"You're my only chance, Dipper. I can't get out of this by myself."

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Outside the school... After school...

The day had been a mixed bag for Dipper. His Great Uncle Ford had agreed to come on to the school staff as a replacement science teacher. Mrs. Discoll apparently had the anatomy skeleton mysteriously stolen from her and needed all of her time to locate it.

The kids were actually being kind of cold to Dipper and there was this foreboding feeling that perhaps he had only given them ideas this morning. Making new friends was going nowhere fast.

On the plus side, he heard that Grunkle Stan was in the middle of becoming a school bus driver. At least he would be able to see him every day.

Walking home, Dipper started to mull over his future options for the school year when somebody blocked his path. He had been hanging his head pretty low so he only saw her shoes but whoever they were, they obviously wanted to talk.

Looking up, the last thing he expected to see was a familiar face looking back at him.

"What the...? Pacifica Northwest?"

"WELL IF IT ISN'T MY OLD FRIEND FROM MY OLD HOMETOWN OF GRAVITY FALLS!!!" Pacifica was shouting loud enough that she had earned the attention of every student that hadn't already gone home. "IMAGINE SEEING YOU HERE!!! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!"

"What do you think you're doing?!" Dipper whispered harshly to her.

"I'm so sorry about this but I need your help!" she whispered back. "YOU WERE ALWAYS PRETTY SMART!!! HAVE YOU CONSIDERED JOINING THE CHESS TEAM?! WITH YOU, WE'D BE UNBEATABLE!!!"

"Chess team?! What?! This is all about chess?!"

"Of course not! But you need damage repair and I'm going to need you to be free to talk which brings me to the next thing. Sorry in advance! WHAT?! I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!!"

To Dipper's shock, Pacifica immediately hugged him around the torso for the whole student body to see. He had never blushed more in his entire life.

"I swear I'll explain everything later but for now just roll with it. I'll pay you back, I swear! I KNOW MY FATHER HAS HATED YOU EVER SINCE YOU DEFIED HIS ORDERS AND HELPED THE PEOPLE OF GRAVITY FALLS, BUT HE JUST CAN'T STOP WHAT WE HAVE!!!"

"Okay, that's enough!! We need to talk about this right now!!"

"WHY YES, DIPPER!!! I WOULD LOVE TO CATCH UP WITH YOU IN PRIVATE!!! COME, LET US FIND A PLACE AWAY FROM ALL OF THESE PRYING EYES AND HAVE SOME ALONE TIME!!!"

Dipper barely had time to utter out one last "Stop it!!" before Pacifica dragged him off by the hand.

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Toolshed...

The janitor's toolshed was deceptively roomy, one could hide an entire monster in here if so wished.

"Alright, what! Is! Going! On?!" demanded Dipper.

"I've lost control of my life and I think something bad is coming!!"

"..................…......Okay, dial it back to the beginning."

"You know that my family is a fraud. That we originally got our money from the government for the cover up? Well what you don't know is that it wasn't a steady flowing reusable income. How we stayed rich might have been something supernatural in origin."

Now Dipper's interest was peaked. "Go on."

"According to family history, anytime the Northwests faced a financial emergency we would call upon a supernatural entity to basically bail us out. This was done in exchange for generational servitude. The deal was struck but no Northwest has ever actually seen this entity in person until recently. That's why my dad was so quick to hop on the Bill train! He thought Bill was the entity, obviously he was wrong but...."

Dipper desperately wished he had a pen on him to write all of this down but the move had made him a bit unprepared for Back To School.

"And how long have you known about this?" he asked.

"He let me in on the big family secret right after we got our fortune back but before we moved here. Dipper.... My dad spoke with it. He was the first Northwest to ever directly speak with it. It ordered us to meet move here because it's ready for some big plan or whatever!"

"What else can you tell me about this... entity?"

"I did get a name. It apparently likes to call itself the Shogun of Shadows!"

"Okay, that does sound concerning. So you want me to investigate this thing..."

"Yes! But not directly! My parents find out your snooping your nerdy nose into our family business again and my father will kill you! You need to be covert this time around!"

A light blush graced Dipper's face. "So that's what all the girlfriend stuff was about? So you would have an excuse to come give me new information?"

Pacifica suddenly wore a weird expression. There was a light blush on her face and she seemed very happy but somehow stressed too. "Weeeeeeeeell... I also need your help in something else too. My parents have doubled down on making me more like them and I'm going to need your help to avoid that. Maybe Mabel's too. I'm already in danger of falling into some old habits."

"I see." Dipper stood up straight with confidence. "All you need is help and there's no actual attraction."

To his surprise, Pacifica actually smirked at his diagnosis. She quickly closed the gap between them and placed her index finger under his chin.

"It's amazing how someone so smart can still be so clueless. You still can't figure out that all the best lies have a silver ring of truth to them."

She moved back and started to head for the door, making sure her finger curled after her to give Dipper a 'come hither' gesture.

"I'll see you tomorrow. We'll talk more then."

With a mountain of new information to process, Dipper just silently stood as he analyzed every part of their conversation.

Finally, he said something.

"I understand nothing....."

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Dipper's house...

"According to the school directory this is his place." announced Randy.

Howard and Randy pulled up to the curb in the car they co-owned.

"Well let's make it quick! Debbie and Theresa have a big graduation party for us and as their boyfriends we can't NOT be there!!" Howard complained.

Randy got out of the car and gave Howard a solemn look.

"Howard, after I do this you can never tell me that I was the ninja."

"No problem there! Ninja Time was why you had to ditch me so often! I'm never gonna bring that up! I'm GLAD your time as the ninja is over!"

Randy took a ninja-ish looking box out of the glove compartment and pulled his mask out of it to dawn one final time.

Randy transformed one last time and started to flip towards Dipper's house.

He looked around the house through the windows for the bedroom of his would be prodigy. The first room he found was obviously too girly with boy band posters everywhere. The next room was obviously the parents'. He finally struck it rich on the third try.

A loft bed with a desk underneath, and scattered dirty clothes everywhere... This had to be the room of a teenaged boy.

He climbed in through the window and took his mask off. He gently took out the book and put in the mask.

"Being the Ninja was the absolute best time that I'm never going to remember! I loved every second of it but it's someone else's turn now! So it's time to do the responsible thing and learn the final lesson! Let's just hope I picked the right successor."

Randy opened the Ninjanomicon and spaced out where he stood, holding the book.

A moment passed.

Then another.

Then the Ninjanomicon fell out of his hands and landed in box forcing the lid to close from the impact.

Randy stood with a blank look on his face. He looked around the room his confusion growing.

"... What am I doing standing in some kid's room?"

*HONK!* *HONK!*

"HURRY IT UP, CUNNINGHAM!!! THE GIRLS ARE WAITING!!!"

Randy shrugged.

"Who cares what I'm doing here? I got girls waiting for me!"

Randy hopped out the window he came in and never the place a second thought.

No sooner had Randy's foot left the window then Dipper entered the room.

He immediately spotted the box on his floor.

"If this is another prank of Mabel's........ it's actually kinda weak."

Dipper cautiously opened the box and found a book with a sticky note on it. It labeled the book as the "Ninjanomicon".

Looking back to the box, Dipper spotted the mask. He picked it up with a look of wonder. He had strong suspicions on what this meant and what remained in the box only confirmed them.

Left in the box were two pieces of paper. Each in a corner of their own.

One read: "You are the Ninja!"

And the other read: "You can't tell anyone!"

Dipper put the mask back in the box and looked over the book with a humble smile.

'Another mysterious book with a whole new world of weird mysteries to solve. The more things change the more they stay the same, I guess. Maybe Norrisville won't be so bad after all...'

To be continued...?

[rachellaurengray]

Sunflower Rookie? Check Out These Genius Planting Tips

Pick a spot that gets 6–8+ hours of sun daily. Sunflowers are literal sun worshippers—they’ll face the sun as they grow.

Use loose, well-draining soil. If your soil feels like Play-Doh when wet, mix in some compost or sand.

Avoid super rich soil. Too much nitrogen = giant leaves, puny flowers.

Space seeds 12–18 inches apart. Unless you want a sunflower mosh pit.

Sow seeds 1 inch deep. Press them in like you’re tucking them in for a cozy dirt nap.

Water after planting—but not too much. Moist like a wrung-out sponge, not a soup bowl.

Mark where you planted with a stick or rock. You will forget otherwise and assume they were stolen by squirrels.

Keep pets/kids away for the first week. The seedlings are drama queens and bruise easily.

Don't panic if they take 7–10 days to sprout. Patience is part of the game.

Water from the base, not above. Overhead watering = floppy stems and fungal drama.

Once they sprout, thin them out. Snip weaker ones with scissors so the strong can thrive. Harsh, but effective.

As they grow, gently mound soil around the base. It’s like adding ankle support for a wobbly toddler.

Stake them if they start leaning. Use bamboo sticks or even an old broom handle. Tie loosely with soft string—sunflowers hate being choked.

Watch for slugs. Beer traps or crushed eggshells keep these slimy jerks away.

Mulch around them. Keeps the soil moist and the weeds sad.

Don’t transplant them. They hate moving more than introverts at a party.

If it gets windy, brace them. Like tiny trees in a storm, they’ll need extra love.

Once buds form, protect from birds. Use mesh or pantyhose covers until the flowers open—yes, pantyhose.

Expect height. Some varieties hit 10+ feet—your neighbors might accuse you of summoning Jack's beanstalk.

After they bloom, leave the heads for seeds or birds. Let nature snack while you marvel.

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Persona 3 Reload Part.8

A fucking cult.

You want something that tries to kill you? At least in the movie she does.

Long legs

My man there are lots of people dying. What is he dying of?

💪🏻🥔Buff potatoe? That's a scary image.

Did anybody really want to know more about these fuckheads? (Minus Chidori).

My dude I'd be surprised if you can feel anything. Damn cult leader.

I hate Jin's new portrait. It's like when Pokemon went 3D. (Pokemon should go back to either Gen. 5 graphics or Firered/Leafgreen graphics).

I don't see any blood.

Did they make Mitsuru and Akihiko colder?

They run funny.

That poor kid climbed that torture device. Again people should not bark.

It looks like a Sandygast in the background.

That kid sounds familiar.

Ken reminds me so much of Akechi.

Great posture in the background. 🤣🤣

Labrys❤❤

Ngl if I came home and Shinji was waiting for me. I'd turn right around and head back out.

"Nah, I'm not going to pick on Junpei, today". 😔😔 How about you leave him alone for the rest of the game?

From what I can count, there are 12 burgers. 12 heart attacks.

"I have to report this to Elizabeth". No, my man you have to go to the hospital, for the heart attack you'll likely have.

I hate the whole suppressants angle.

I straight up thought he was going to give you the cigarette butt 🤣🤣

Hardboiled detective makes me think of a hardboiled egg solving mysteries.

Cabbage

I don't blame her for hating hospitals. Nothing good comes out of them.

I love these two.

A little romance side plot. Reminds me of how you basically date Akechi alongside the plot.

"What do you want a fruit knife for? Oh, to cook". 😐 No, my man I'm going to stab somebody with it. What the fuck do you think I want it for?

Can you not be such a dick, Shinji?

Giant bowl of ramen.

Jerk.

Poor Akihiko.

Charm, my ass.

How old is Chidori?

It's funny how you can basically leave people on read for half of the game, then go back and finish their link. Like do you even remember their story at that point? Or how you can work a couple times and never go back.

A sumarai Do they even still have those? I love Bebe. 🤣🤣

Bebe's link feels a little fast.

Why does the culture festival get canceled?

Are Monks allowed to drink alcohol? (No)

Poor doggy.

I like how nobody wants to talk to Ken, so they have you do it.

Did Ken always have a hamster, named Hamburger?

No offense, but shouldn't that hamster be dead by now?

You were allowed to smoke indoors in 2009?

What is your son getting into?

There are days when I want to drink, but I don't. Honestly, if anything I'd probably be a smoker (which I'm not).

Why does gun Jesus want to meet when there's a typhoon coming?

Something tells me that he doesn't have a permit for his gun.

No one offers you a towel. 😡😡

Why would we release her into the typhoon?

They make you sit through the entire cutscene soaking wet😡😡

Maybe I should go see if the crops survived the typhoon.

You slept for two days! Isn't that a coma? No one came to check and make sure you were still breathing?

Mothman isn't big on words, is he?

I wish more people got lost in Tartarus. It would make going there less of a chore.

It sucks that you have to get missing people one at a time from Elizabeth. But it's better than waiting for Morgana to go off.

Drink it, soak in it?

"Watch out for that one". Naw, we're gonna battle it. 🤣🤣

Tanky mother fucker.

It hits like a tank.

It hit everyone and itself?

That thing is huge!

Is this like the I think it was a Jack O' Lantern that stole a desire in Strikers?

It taunted you 🤣🤣 So we have to chase it.

The hand looks like it's wearing a onesie.

It painted it's nails, Blood Red. The blood of it's enemies.

Just try punching it. 🤣🤣

"Their ass is grass". 🤣🤣 I have to give it to Shinji, that's funny.

The clock is expensive to use.

He ran into a pole. 🤣🤣

The miss rate is insane.

The 'Bad Boys' song kinda sounds like it belongs in a horror movie.

Makoto used the force.

Is that a rocking horse?

"Flashing won't work". 🤣🤣 What?

Let us rest, they say. 🤣🤣

Unless by creeps you mean gun jesus, then no.

550 M =1,804.46149 F

And Yukari is dead.

The Therugy machinic is interesting, but I would probably forget to use it. If it's not shoved in my face, like the showtimes. I'll forget about it especially if it's on the side of the screen, looking at you Voltage meter.

Running down stairs is funny.

"It sucks to suck". 🤣🤣 In which Shinji channels a 10 year old playing Minecraft.

I like the way he says Sarasvati. That thing sucks in Strikers on Merciless.

I am forever grateful that you don't have to pay for Futaba's skills.

Shinji, in his swimsuit, looks like Akechi.

This teacher's got issues.

Is he talking to Makoto or Koromaru?

Poor Mitsuru.

Makoto really took on three guys.

You were surrounded by three guys.

Yukari's dropping hints.

Yeah, rob shadows.

250,000,00=15,975 dollars

What happened to Bede's parents?

Do you need a 🗑 or a 🏥?

I thought that said Kuma Sutra🤣🤣

Yukari doesn't strike me as a mountain girl.

I love the giant Jack Frost snowman.

I thought Ken's mom died when the/a house collapsed?

There's an odd irony in that Shinji wasn't long for life, even if Ken didn't kill him.

I think that spear got longer.

The cutscenes look like normal gameplay which makes it hard to tell when it goes into cutscenes.

Don't they spring Chidori?

The first casualty? Like I know Makoto dies but that sounds like they're going to get picked off, one by one.

In a way, I think Shinji dying was less sad this time around.

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Nah cause what if Sebastian x slytherin reader right where your helping in him in his quests but you get attacked and reader gets knocked out and he’s mad n protective

"I've only had reader for a few day bit if anything happens to them i will curse everyone in this room and then myself"

My Knight (S.S)

I hate spiders. That's a lie, I just don't like them if they're too close. Love peacock spiders though. So cute. Based off that alone, we're dealing with that one quest with the spiders. So, there's a warning for you, also I haven't been able to play the game still, my pc is still refusing, so do I know what's going on? No. Did I call the giant spider the BroodMother while only thinking about that horrible darkspawn from Dragon Age? Yes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, I'm posting rather early so I might start on another request tonight. <3

     You sucked in a breath as you shouted another spell at the spiders that surrounded you, desperate to keep them away. You glanced over to Sebastian, who was shouting his own spells at the spiders. You quickly cast a protection spell as you sprinted over, kicking a smaller spider away from Sebastian’s legs. “They keep coming! What are we supposed to do?” You shouted, throwing Stupefy at a spider that jumped at you. Sebastian shouted, bumping into your back, causing you to stumble. You turned to him, trying to see what had happened, when your eyes widened.

     A giant spider crawled from a hole in the side of the cave, its long legs towering over you while causing the ground to tremble beneath you. Its eyes shined red as it slowly crawled over to you, letting out a screech that made your eardrums rattle. “It’s the Brood Mother! I think that’s what they call her?” Sebastian shouted, grabbing onto your arm, and pulling you towards him. You watched as the smaller spiders scurried away, afraid of their giant counterpart. You readied your wand as you watched her, narrowing your gaze as you looked for a weak point. Without warning she ran at you, nearly knocking you into a wall with her leg. You threw spell after spell at her, a mix of red and yellow emitting from your wand. Sebastian had gotten separated from you, attacking the giant spider from the other side of the cave.

     You didn’t have many spells at your disposal, so you turned to using spells to throw the giant rocks around you, knocking out one of her legs. You watched as she spun around, trying to pick a target, and you quickly shouted to Sebastian as you dodged an attack. “Go for her legs!” “Got it!” You continued to dodge attacks and cast spells at the spider, quietly begging for her to go down, as your arms got tired. You watched as Sebastian threw a decent-sized rock with his wand, hitting her in the head and sending hundreds of broken stones into her eyes, causing her to flail and spin in panic. You felt victory hover in the air as you sent another stone flying, hitting her in the head once again. She let out a final screech as she tumbled to the ground, legs going limp around her as she hit the stone.

     You breathed a sigh of relief as you looked over to Sebastian, who let out a triumphant cheer as he tried to catch his breath. You put your wand into your robe as you made your way over to him, stepping over rocks that broke off in your fight. You smiled as you reached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” Sebastian nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah. But I think spiders just made it to the top of the Bugs I Hate list.” You chuckled as you shook your head. “Spiders aren’t technically bugs, though. They’re like their own species.” You joked, watching as Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Whatever they are, I don’t like them in the slightest anymore.”

     “Does this mean that next time you see a spider, you’re going to ask me to kill it for you?” Sebastian scoffed, crossing his arms as he turned away from you, looking at some of the rocks that surrounded him. “Of course not. Just, don’t ask me to take care of one if its bigger than a Sovereign.” You laughed, noting the fact and looking around the cave. “Come look at this,” Sebastian said, waving his hand to you as you walked over. He held one of the stones in his hand, its surface shining in the soft light of a nearby torch. You leaned closer, examining the stone, as Sebastian watched you, a light blush creeping to his cheeks at the closeness. “It looks like quartz. Could this have been an old mine?” You asked, looking up at Sebastian as you leaned away, fixing your posture. Sebastian shrugged as he began to explain just how quartz mines worked to you. You listened, of course, no longer paying attention to your surroundings.

     Behind you, the giant legs of the spider twitched, slowly retracting to her body as she regained consciousness. Slowly, she used her front legs to move some rocks away from her eyes, rolling onto the ground. Your ears perked as you heard the rocks make contact with the ground, the hair on the back of your neck standing up and making you uneasy. You watched Sebastian as he continued to talk, glancing around you. The spider, now free of sharp stones, stood up, looking where the two of you stood. “It’s a wonder why so many old works of art weren’t taken down and recycled, could have used them, pity.” Sebastian said, tossing the stone back onto the ground. Alerted, the spider trained her eyes on you, preparing an attack. You looked over your shoulder to where you had left the spider, eyes widening as you realized your mistake. “What do you think about it all? Would it still-“ You cut Sebastian off as you grabbed the collar of his robe, yelling for him to move as you used the remaining strength you had left to pull him from where he was standing, sending him to the ground behind you as you watched the spider slam into the wall, right where he was originally standing.

     Sebastian let out a shriek as he watched the spider, one that he thought was dead, shake its head as it retracted from the wall. You quickly reached for your wand, casting a shield charm as a leg slammed down in front of you. “I thought we killed the thing?” Sebastian shouted, scrambling to his feet and pulling out his own wand. You shook your head, sending off a spell at its eyes. “Stupid! How did I not realize!” You shouted at yourself as you spun and grabbed Sebastian, running. “It was so obvious!” You continued, “She didn’t die like the other spiders, remember?” Sebastian nodded, trying to cast another spell at the spider. “This time, we fight until she’s on her back and curled up!”

     You gasped for air as you kept up your attack, throwing rock after rock at the spider as Sebastian unleashed his own onslaught. You struck one of its eyes with another rock, running to Sebastian as the spider spun once again. You ran faster as you saw one of its legs rise, beginning to bring it down, its target Sebastian. You yelled his name as you reached for him, casting a spell to push him back as the spider’s leg made contact, sending you flying back. Sebastian shouted your name, watching as you tumbled across the stones and finally coming to halt, your wand tossed beside you. There was no way to reach you as the spider continued its own attack, its sharp legs making dents in the stone below it. Sebastian was hit with an idea, and he quickly shouted at the spider, running around it. He found a boulder that had been split in half, and he raised his wand and sent it flying at the spider, slicing through one of its legs.

     “Accio!” Sebastian brought the leg towards him as he shouted for the spider’s attention. Both him and the spider were angered beyond reasoning, and the spider let out another screech as it stood taller, ready to tear into Sebastian, who only stood there. He smiled, watching as the spider straightened its legs, exposing the underside of its abdomen. Without hesitation, Sebastian launched the leg back to its owner, its sharp tip burrowing into the stiff exoskeleton, sending the spider to rear up as it screeched in pain, eventually falling backwards and twitching. Sebastian watched as it slowly died, making sure that it stayed dead, before turning to where you still laid, unmoving.

     “Y/n!” He breathed as he dropped to your side, turning you onto your back. His eyes widened as he held your head up, blood slowly trickling down into the small puddle that had formed under you. “No, come on! You can’t let a bug take you out!” He shouted, his shaking hands reaching for his wand as he racked his brain for a spell to heal your wound. The faint sound of scurrying legs sounded from the hall you walked through to get to where you were now, a small group of spiders quickly making their way over. “Not now, not now.” Sebastian whispered, tapping the wand to his head. Quickly, his eyes widened as a spell came to mind, and he quickly flipped his want and whispered “Episkey”. The gash on your head began to heal itself, the blood vanishing from your face and the ground. You were still out, however, and Sebastian lifted you from the group and brought you to the side of the cave, leaning you against its wall and standing in front of you, wand raised as the small spiders moved into the room.

     A few moments later the final spider rolled over, legs curling in as it died. Sebastian let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he looked around in case there were any more hiding around. You squinted, glancing around. Your head throbbed slightly as you brought your hand up, brushing against where the gash had been. You squinted as you looked at Sebastian’s silhouette, his shoulders raising and dropping quickly as he sucked in air. You smiled, looking around at the dead spiders. “Keep breathing like that,” you started, sitting yourself up more, “You’ll probably drop like those spiders.” Sebastian turned to you, a sigh of relief leaving him as he dropped his knee to take a look at you. “You’d find that funny, wouldn’t you?” You nodded, smiling. Sebastian grabbed your face, turning it to check your head. His calloused hand rested under your chin, gently moving your head around. “How’s your head, then?” He asked, letting you go. You shrugged, feeling the dull throb as it slowly faded. “I’m fine, thanks to you I suppose?” Sebastian smiled as he nodded, standing up and offering his hand.

     You looked over to where the mother laid, her legs retracted to her body as rigor mortis set in. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you noticed one of its legs missing, finding it protruding from her body. You looked at Sebastian, surprised yet impressed as he shrugged. “Couldn’t let her take you out before I did.” You scoffed, slowly walking towards the spider. Sebastian quickly grabbed your sleeve as he pulled you away, shaking his head. “Look, I’m sure I can kill a giant bug. No need to double check.” You chuckled as you shook your head, opening your mouth. “No, don’t even! I’m going to call it a bug if I want to.” You closed your mouth, choosing to smile instead. You looked around for your wand, realizing that it wasn’t in your hand. Sebastian cleared his throat to get your attention, and you turned to see him holding your wand in his hand. You sighed, walking over and reaching for the wand, only for Sebastian to hold it above your head and out of reach. You frowned, narrowing your gaze as you glared at Sebastian. “I do believe I deserve something in return?” You shook your head as you leaned closer to Sebastian, placing a small kiss on his cheek and then snatching your wand from his hand.

     Sebastian stood there, shocked, as you fixed your robes. “Whatever would I do without you, my dear Knight?” Sebastian stuttered, quickly fixing his hair as his cheeks heated up. “Probably not get attacked by giant spiders, for one.” You nodded, placing your wand into your pocket. “Although,” Sebastian started, slowly walking over to you. “I don’t think a cheeky kiss is enough for the trauma I went through to protect you.” You chuckled, pretending to be deep in thought. “Of course, a killer of spiders should be given a better reward.” With that, you quickly leaned against Sebastian again, this time placing a soft kiss to his lips and walking towards the hall, turning back and waiting for Sebastian. He quickly followed you, slightly whining. “Are you even going to ask me how I did it?” “I figured you’d tell me on the walk back, you can never stay quiet about these things.” “I find that rude, but I suppose I’ll tell you.”

[thebisexualdogdad]

Tent fun - Brett Talbot x M!Reader

"Why are we doing this again?" You mutter, carrying the heavy cooler across your campsite.

"Because you've never been camping before and I wanted to take your virginity," Brett laughs as he sets up your tent.

"I'm pretty sure you did that already," you grin.

"Your camping virginity nerd," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"But why couldn't we go camping in a hotel or something," you say walking back to the truck and grabbing your duffel bags.

"Because that's not camping. You need to experience cooking at a campfire, eating Smores while looking up at the stars," he says wrapping his arms around your waist, "and most importantly… sex in the tent."

"You should have started with that," you said turning around in his arms and kissing him.

You started walking backwards towards the tent but Brett pulled away grinning, "dinner first then tent fun, I'm starving."

Sighing dramatically you head towards the cooler to get the stuff you had brought to make the first night's dinner.

Brett insisted on making hot dogs over the campfire because it was what his dad would always make when he took him and his sister camping when they were kids.

After dinner you sat in some folding chairs, cuddled together with a blanket around your shoulders looking up at the setting night sky.

"It really is beautiful out here," you admit, already not hating this weekend as much as you thought you were going to.

"It's why I love coming here so much, we can get away from the supernatural hellhole that is beacon hills," Brett tells you.

"Thanks for making me go camping," you smile, leaning in and kissing him, "even if there are a lot of gross bugs, like did you see that giant beetle earlier? That thing could kill us in our sleep."

He laughs and kisses you again, this time much more intensely which leads to Brett taking you to the tent but not before properly putting the fire out.

Inside Brett had already set up the sleeping bags and pillows in a way to try to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

Brett lays you back, climbing on top of you while kissing you.

Both your hoodies and shirts were quickly discarded, running your hands down Brett's chest.

Tossing your shoes to the side you both hurried to get out of your jeans and boxers feeling the chilly night air hit your now bare skin.

Brett kissed down your body, wasting no time in taking your cock in his mouth.

He bobbed his head, getting you hard and your hand tangling in his hair.

As amazing as Brett was at this, you needed more.

"Brett," you moan, "fuck me."

He released your cock and moved back up to your lips, "Don't need to ask me twice," he smirks.

"You're so lame," you laugh into the kiss but moan when he rubs your cocks together.

"But I give you incredible orgasms," he says repositioning himself on his knees.

"You're not wrong there," you groan.

Hiking your legs up around his waist he lathers two of his fingers in spit and teases your hole with them.

He pushes one and then the other inside, stretching you out for him as you grasp as the sleeping bag.

About a minute later he feels you're open enough for him and replaces his fingers with his cock.

Your jaw clenches when he begins rocking his hips and his nails dig into your thighs when he picks up the pace.

The woods outside were quiet besides the chirping crickets but the tent was filled with your combined moans and breathy groans.

Reaching down you began stroking your cock feeling yourself nearing your release.

"Brett... baby I'm gonna cum," you say stroking faster.

"I want to cum with you," Brett says, pulling out of you, his hand jerking his own cock steadily.

Soon you and Brett were then both cumming, spraying all over your stomachs and moaning each other's names.

When your heart rates return to normal the two of you clean up, throwing on some sweats and hoodies to keep you warm during the night.

You wanted to sleep naked like you usually did with him but Brett warned you that you would regret that in the morning so reluctantly you put some clothes back on but made sure to rub your ass into his crotch as you settled into the sleeping bag.

"Goodnight baby, don't let the grizzly bears bite," he teases.

"Not funny Brett, if I hear even the slightest movement outside I'm waking your ass up," you tell him.

"And I will be your werewolf in shining armor," he smiles, kissing the top of your head.

Cuddling together as close as possible in your sleeping bag, you fell asleep peacefully in Brett's arms.

Maybe camping wasn't so bad and Brett was right, you would not have been a happy camper the next morning if he let you sleep naked.

[snwusberry]

pairing: yeonjun x reader x wooyoung

genre: angst, fluff (if you squint real hard)

warning(s): language, food/eating, alcohol consumption, intoxication, a lot of crying, toxicity (yeonjun is a lil toxic ngl), trust issues, cheating mentioned but no one actually did, a lot of tears. love square my dudes. pov changes (sorry). there are many errors. i will try and fix them as soon as possible.

wc: 7k

notes: this is by far my longest fanfic (i had to bust out my laptop for this one) and i'm not gonna lie, for someone with a short attention span, this was quite difficult to write but i wanted to step out of my comfort zone so here it is. i hope you all enjoy this one

playlist:

i don't - sabrina claudio

cry for love - baekhyun

movies - conan gray

fight or flight - conan gray

bleeding love - leona lewis

reader pov

"this is the third time in a row now yeonjun. how many times is she gonna rock up at your apartment drunk?" i ask him, looking at the sleeping girl on the sofa. she’s a little too at peace for someone whos ruining my night right now.

"she comes here because she's most familiar with me. who else is supposed to help her?" yeonjun defends and i roll my eyes, not having any of it. this not the first time this is happening.

"her other friends. it's funny how she's got other friends, isn't it?" i sarcastically remark but he just returns a stern look.

"quiet down, you're gonna wake her up." i raise my eyebrows at the sheer audacity.

"have her sleep somewhere else then. i don’t know, call someone to pick her up and look after her. you're not doing none of that tonight." i tell him.

it's tiring how much this happens. she always does this. she comes up with something whenever she knows yeonjun and i will be together that day, like right now. she appeared drunk on yeonjun's doorstep on the day we decided to spend time together.

"please be serious right now."

"i am being serious. she's not spending the night here." i fight back, trying to stand my ground but i'm afraid i'm fighting a losing battle.

"this is my apartment y/n, not yours. i think that i should be the one to make that decision, no? stop bitching about it." he responds coldly with an unreadable expression on his face. there's a look in his eyes i've never seen before.

"okay then i'll leave."

his eyes soften upon hearing my tone of voice indicating that i am, in fact, upset.

"i didn't mean that." he tries to hold my hand to stop me from leaving but i pull away, getting my things to leave.

"then what the fuck did you mean?" i ask him turning to face him but he just stares, not saying anything. “you said what you said. call me when you drop this act of yours."

once the cool air outside the giant apartment building hits me, i let out a sigh, frustrated by all this. he really said that to me with a straight face and thinks he can just take it back all willy nilly? unbelievable.

i send a text to the person who's been helping me through this somewhat confusing moment in my relationship.

me:

are you busy?

i get a text back fairly quickly, i don't even need to read it to know he's not busy and judging by his patterns, he wouldn't have responded so quickly had he been occupied.

woo:

no

i make my way down the familiar road to one of my best friends' apartments. i've been here many times before but now i feel bad for even thinking about going there because i feel like as of late, i've just been there to complain.

"oh y/n. come in." he ushers me inside his warm apartment.

i make my way in and he walks me to the kitchen where i sit by the small island.

"let me guess, the name starts with m?" he asks, preparing some tea for both of us. i nod but the tears start to fall. i fucking hate when my anger turns to tears because it makes me feel weak. "that's not all, is it?" i shake my head and he walks around the island to pull me into a hug before he shoos me to the living room and he returns shortly after with a cup of tea, handing it to me before sitting next to me listening to everything i'm saying while i rant about what happened with yeonjun.

"that's messed up like how many times is she gonna show up drunk at his door?" wooyoung asks, outraged at the audacity of this girl.

"that's literally what i said to him. i told him she couldn't have gone to anyone else and you know what he said? he said 'she's most familiar with me. who else with her?' can you believe this guy?" i rhetorically ask, taking a sip from the cup. "and then i said to him that she's not spending the night and i kid you not, something in him just switched. he was like 'that's not your decision to make' but like, the way he said it... it was so unlike him. it's like i was talking to a whole different man."

"if this continues its gonna be a problem." wooyoung warns me cautiously.

"i know. i don't like where this is going."

i wake up, sitting up to look around, realizing i crashed at wooyoung's place. everything from last night coming back to me. i remember how yeonjun acted, that i cried and now i'm here.

"ahhh." i groan throwing myself back on the bed. how long is this going to go on for?

"rise and shine." wooyoung calls out a little too chipper. he enters the room and i glare at him. "what's with that face? come on i made you breakfast."

"you didn't have to."

"you say that all the time and yet here we are. come on grumpy." he says, pulling me out of bed.

"i'm not grumpy." i mumble with a pout.

"say again."

"nothing."

"thought so."

he makes me sit down at the kitchen table where the table is set with my favourite breakfast. i thank him, sitting down.

"don't be shy."

i smile at him, immediately digging in.

"slow down. the food isn’t running away." he warns and i apologize briefly.

my phone starts ringing and i check to see who it is but my smile falters and wooyoung looks at me worried.

"who is it?"

"yeonjun."

his face falls at my answer, as if a happy moment was ruined.

"answer."

i nod, answering his call but i take a moment before saying anything.

"babe?"

"hello."

"baby, please come over, or rather, i'm coming over-" his voice sounds hasty, his breathing choppy, as if he ran a marathon.

i look at wooyoung for a second with hesitance and he's just minding his own business but the look on his face shows he's upset.

"don't bother." i tell him bluntly. i'm still not over last night so let me be petty today.

"why? is everything alright?"

"i'm not home." wooyoung looks up and shakes his head making me sigh. "look, i'll be right there. just make sure your friend is not there once i arrive."

"come on y/n not this again."

"i'm serious yeonjun." i hang up before throwing my phone on the table. letting out a sigh in frustration because i don't want to go to him right now. he could at least let me enjoy my morning.

"go on." is all wooyoung says before standing up and clearing up the dishes to wash them. his mood has clearly drastically different now.

"wooyoung-"

"go talk to him. you can't leave these things unresolved like this. go talk to him and sort this mess out."

"but wooyoung."

"no, not another word. besides you can always come back once you're done." he suggests so i just agree.

"okay."

i walk out, calling an uber to yeonjun's apartment building, deciding not to walk there.

i make my way to the elevator where i see mara walking out. i try to avoid her, not wanting to even talk to her because it will just ruin my mood completely.

"oh? look who it is."

dammit.

i put on my fakest smile, turning to face her. "hi mara."

"going to yeonjun's?" she asks and i fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"no i'm here to see soobin. haven't seen him in a while." i respond sarcastically.

"soobin is in the states."

wow i had no idea.

"great then who else could i possibly be here for?" i ask her in the most real yet fake questioning tone.

"why don't you just give up already? no matter how hard you try, yeonjun will always pick me over you anyway." she smugly remarks and i roll my eyes.

"is that why you he asked you to leave for me to come see him at my request, might i add. i wouldn’t be proud to be a choice sweetie." the elevator door opens once again and i get in, waving at her as the doors close.

something inside me is restless though because deep down i have a feeling that she might be right. he's chosen her over me multiple times so i'm afraid she's right.

once i reach his floor, i walk to his door and knock, hearing shuffling before the door opens.

"you didn't have to knock you know. i'd know it's you." he says blankly and i roll my eyes.

"yeah well then i guess we both acting different."

"babe- wait, those are last nights clothes." he looks at me suspiciously and i raise my eyebrows.

"i'm aware."

"then where were you so early in the morning? you said you didn't go home last night?" he questions.

"why do you care?"

"because you're my girlfriend, of course i care, y/n be serious please." i scoff at his words. at this point, i feel like he thinks i’m a joke because he always says that to me.

"i am being serious. you haven't been treating me like i'm your girlfriend so i don't see what's wrong with my question."

"what are you even saying? and where did you go last night then?"

"oh now you're questioning me? you called me over to talk so tell me what you needed to so i can go."

his eyebrows furrow as he looks at me confused.

"i wanted to spend time with you since our date last night was ruined." he says softly.

"and who ruined it?"

"don't start. just please tell me where you wer-"

"wooyoung's place."

his face drops to an expressionless one and he just looks at me.

"why the long face now all of a sudden? what's wrong?"

"you get mad at me for having mara over but it’s okay for you to spend the night at wooyoung's place? how is that fair? besides, i only went there because of you."

"because of me?" he questions and i nod. "why? tell me."

"because he's the one who was able to give me comfort after the way you spoke to me. you chose to let mara crash our date for the nth time." he remains silent. "what now? much like you were there for mara, wooyoung did the same for me."

"was it to spite me?” he asks me and i scoff.

“not everything is about you jun.”

“i don't want you going near him anymore. if you have a problem you come to me." i scoff, rolling my eyes at what he just said what does he think this is?

he has to be joking. he is joking right?

"and if you are the problem?"

he looks at me confused with his head tilted trying to figure out what i meant.

"what do you even mean?"

"i mean that you, choi yeonjun, are the problem in this scenario." i tell him and try to walk out but he grabs my wrist.

"let go."

"not until we resolve this."

i sigh to myself knowing he's right. we need to actually talk about this or it will just get out of control.

"come sit down." he gently speaks walking with me to the living room.

"y/n please tell me what's wrong." he asks once we've sat down. we're facing each other while he holds both of my hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs.

"mara and how you are around her."

he let's one of my hands go to run his hand through his hair, an irritated expression making its way on his face.

"you always act different when she's around."

"why are you always bringing her into this?"

"she's getting in the middle of us." i tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"baby she's my best friend, that's all."

"and she likes you."

"don't talk shit."

he thinks i'm talking nonsense? it's clear as day that she has feelings for him and it frustrating that he can't see it but him talking to me like this? absolutely not.

"i'm telling the truth. tell me, how come she always has an emergency whenever we're together?"

"i don't know. look it's not right to blame someone else for this. do you not trust me?"

"of course i do! if i didn't trust you, i wouldn't have left the two of you alone together and i would’ve questioned you the way you just did when i walked in. i just want you to see what's really going on here."

"y/n." he reaches for my hand again to hold it. "whether she likes me or not, that shouldn't matter anyway. i love you and only you and that won't change."

"then why do you always choose to be with her instead?" i ask him and he tenses.

"what?"

"you always choose her. whenever it comes down to it, it's always gonna be her. she even said it herself in the lobby and i told her off but i knew deep down that she’s actually telling the truth."

"y/n."

"like last night, for example. she showed up and you stopped our plans to go help her even though there are many other people she could've ran to, then when i walked out, you did nothing."

"this is ridiculous."

"you are being ridiculous, yeonjun. you don't wanna see what's right in front of you."

"are you jealous of her or something? babe i tell you time and time again that she's just a friend!" he raised his voice at me and i pull my hands away from him.

"oh i'm jealous... that's what it is, right? i'm jealous because my boyfriend is making time for someone else. i’m jealous because my boyfriend let's me leave to spend the night with another girl. is that what you're saying?" i question, standing up, ready to leave.

"stop talking, you're making it seem like something it's not. besides you have no right getting upset since you spend all your time with wooyoung anyway."

"BECAUSE HE AT LEAST HAS TIME FOR ME! it's selfish, yes but he has time for me when you are too busy giving all of yours to someone else!"

"are you that hungry for attention that you're too busy looking for it elsewhere?"

"fuck you yeonjun." with that i walk out and go straight back to wooyoung's apartment.

there is a movie playing but it's just background noise at this point because my thoughts are running wild.

i found myself staying at wooyoung's apartment for the past 3 days since my argument with yeonjun.

he let me stay here and he's been nothing but accommodating and i feel like i'm taking advantage of his kindness which is the last thing i want to do.

"wooyoung."

"hmm?"

"thank you." is all i say and he sits up from his seat.

"for what?" he asks, not knowing where all of this is coming from.

"thank you." i repeat, feeling a burning sensation in my eyes.

"y/n." i look down and he moves to the loveseat i'm sitting on. he sees the tears forming on my eyes and immediately hugs me. "what did he say to you?"

i can't answer, the words are stuck in my throat and i couldn't answer him.

"it's okay. it'll be okay."

"i don't think it will." he stops patting my back for a second before continuing.

"don't be like this y/n. he’ll open his eyes eventually."

"i'm afraid it will be too late by then." i say sadly, more to myself than anything but i said it too loud because wooyoung heard.

he pulls away to take a brief look at me.

"what do you mean by that?"

"i'm reaching my limit here."

"don't make any hasty decisions."

"i'm not wooyoung. i love him, i really do, but if loving him is only going to get me feeling like this then it's really not worth it."

"y/n-"

"it's tiring." i tell him letting more tears fall at the thought of possibly ending my relationship with yeonjun.

"whatever you choose to do, i'll be right by your side." he softly tells me with eyes filled with sorrow as he watches me cry. "and if he doesn't appreciate you someone else definitely will. you're a sweet girl who deserves only the best and it kills me to see that that's not what you're getting."

he makes me look in his eyes and mouths something that i couldn't quite catch what he said. he wipes away my tears with this tumbs, all while keeping eye contact with me.

"someone will treat you better y/n." he whispers, letting out a sigh before looking away. "come on, let's do something that'll get your mind off him." he suggests. i don't know what he means by that.

"sure."

"alright, follow me." he takes my hand and takes me to his room, further confusing me.

"wooyoung?"

"shhh." he rummages through his closet and get a long sleeve shirt, handing it to me. "wear this."

"what's this for?" i ask, looking at him.

"just wear it. there's a method behind my madness."

i just shrug and put it on over my tank top and we walk out.

"a rage room?"

"why not?" he asks, shrugging his shoulders before we both walk in and book a session.

the lady explains the rules to us and before i know it, i'm breaking everything around me with out a care in the world. i'm imagining mara’s face before hitting something which really helps get the aggression out.

"FUCK! YOU! CHOI! YEONJUN!" i scream while breaking the things around me. "AND FUCK THAT MARA BITCH TOO!"

wooyoung just looks at me with a wide smile which is still visible through the protective gear.

once our session is over he takes us both to go eat some street food and i feel calm after all that.

"you know, i needed that." i breath out in content.

"yeah?"

"yeah. is it concerning to feel better after imagining someone's face over an object before hitting it to oblivion?" he laughs making me smile a bit, not thinking what i said was gonna be funny but go figure.

"it's not hard to imagine someone's face over something you're gonna throw at a wall."

"who's face were you imagining?" i ask him, turning to face him on the bench.

"the one who made you cry." i stop eating briefly at what he said.

"not too much bow, he's still your best friend."

"that doesn't excuse his shitty behavior." he sing-songs before taking a bite from his food.

"still." i try to grap a fry from his box while he’s not looking but he staws my hand away before i can even get far.

"hey."

"you have your own."

"had my own." i frown showing him the empty box.

"ask next time. here." he says giving me some and i smile, thanking him.

"the weather is so nice today."

"not with that fucking vanilla talk."

"last time i try to create conversation." we laugh together, looking at the sun setting.

i feel a lot better now after going to the rage room and taking out all of my frustration.

"ready to go home?" he asks once we're done.

"can we go to your place?"

"and what will your boyfriend think of that?" he asks teasingly.

"he won't like it but i spent the last two nights at yours so what's another night?"

"i don't want him to freak out on us for that. come i'll take you home."

"please wooyoung. i don't wanna be alone tonight."

"then call yeonjun. i think you both need to sit and talk with a clear mind.”

"we tried that already, remember?"

"try again." he urges and i sigh, taking my phone and dialing his number. it rings but he doesn't pick up.

"voicemail, see he’s still mad. let's go."

“y/n” he warns and i sigh, giving in, deciding not to make this an even bigger deal.

once i get home and wooyoung has left i lay in bed, listening to the music playing on the speaker.

yeonjun and i have been together for 3 years now and we've never gone through something like this nor have i ever considered the possibility of breaking up with him so how did we get this far?

i pick up my phone to text him. i just wanna see something.

me:

yeonjun please come over quick!!

please.

something happened!!

i put my phone down to see if he will even respond.

"in my head we never grow apart. in my head you never break my heart. but we know that's not what we're doing. 'cause baby this not like the movies." i sing along softly letting a tear fall hearing no notification go off on my phone. this is exactly why i didn't wanna be alone tonight.

wooyoung's pov

i sit with san in his apartment just relaxing, catching up, all that fun stuff. it's been quite a while since we actually got to just hang out and talk but right now i just wish more than anything that he'd shut up or change the topic because he is driving me insane.

"i say be selfish." he finally says with a shrug to finish off his little rant.

"what do you mean by that?" i ask him, narrowing my eyes at his final statement.

"look, yeonjun is being a complete dick right now and who does she run to afterwards?"

"me?"

"bingo." he smiles, taking a sip from his can of beer.

"i'm not picking up what you're putting down."

"she goes to you for comfort and you treat her the way her boyfriend is supposed to. be selfish and let them break up. i mean, why are you even trying to help save a dying relationship?"

"because i respect both of them and their relationship. besides, that's just taking advantage of her vulnerability you ass."

sometimes he doesn't think past the present.

"and its not like she'd ever look at me that way. no matter what the state of her relationship with yeonjun is, she will still love him regardless." i tell him sadly. she's deeply in love with him and it hurts me so much because it's not certain if he shares the same sentiment anymore and i'm just here waiting to give her the love she deserves.

my phone rings and i pick up without checking who's calling.

"hello."

"jung wooyoung."

speak of the devil.

"y/n."

"wooyoung are you home?"

her words are slurred and my worry spikes. she's drunk in broad daylight. it's never a good sign.

"JUNG WOOYOUNG!"

i hear her starting to cry judging by the feint sniffing on the ither side.

"are you also tired of me now too?"

"where are you?"

"don't worry if you're busy right now. i don't wanna bother you." she hiccups, before yawning loudly.

"you're not. please tell me where you are."

"the streets." she laughs hysterically before catching her breath. "i'm outside yeonjun's apartment building."

her voice wavers when she says that and my heart sinks. what did that asshole do to her this time?

"i'm coming there okay. don't go anywhere."

i hang up, ready to get my keys.

"where are you running off to?" san questions with a raised eyebrow.

"to pick y/n up. she's not doing too good."

"let me come with."

"okay let's go."

once we get to the complex i see y/n sitting on the ground looking out of it.

"holy shit." i hear san whisper as we run to her and get her off the floor.

"wooyoung?" she smiles widely it doesn’t reach her eyes. she looks a mess with swollen eyes and tears still running down her cheeks. i feel terrible.

"if she can show up drunk at his door then why can't i? why am i not allowed to go to him all vulnerable like she does? i'm his girlfriend, not her!" she starts shouting out of nowhere which draws attention from a couple of people around us.

this isn't fair anymore. if he's gonna keep pushing her around like this he might as well just end this relationship instead of continuously making her feel like absolute shit.

"why doesn't he love me anymore wooyoung? why? why don't you love me anymore yeonjun?! what did i do?" she starts yelling, properly sobbing now, hitting my chest while she speaks.

"get lost." san says, probably talking to someone who is probably staring. i need to get her away from these people looking at her weirdly.

i take her to the car, getting in the back with her so she can sit comfortably.

"what did he do?" i ask her once she’s seated comfortably.

"he kicked me out because that bitch was there. she probably called him crying or some shit but i'm crying too." she points to herself, choking on her tears. "YEONJUN SEE I'M CRYING TOO!" she shouts to no one. i close my eyes, letting tears of my own fall. i haven’t seen her like this before. 'aww, look, you woke up poor mara who’s sad and going through things, and she’s sad and not doing too well.' it's always about poor sad mara! you know, he called me an attention seeker the other day? an attention seeker for wanting the bare minimum from my boyfriend. he's with that girl so much, he might as well be her boyfriend and not mine right?" she humorlessly laughs. "and then he had the audacity to tell me i can't be around you anymore. who does he think he is?”

did he seriously tell her she can’t be around me anymore? but then he continues to act the way he does. if y/n can't confide in me or him then who else is she supposed to run to?

“he's not mine anymore wooyoung. i think i've lost him."

i shake my head as she cries in my shoulder.

where did it all go wrong? i mean, he's never been like this before so what now? why is he acting differently now?

"enough is enough. san, please take her home and take care of her. make sure she drinks water and sobers up. i'll be there soon." i tell san who's in the passenger seat and he nods.

"san is here? hi san." she smiles widely, waving in no particular direction.

i give him the keys and wait for him to drive off before heading to yeonjun's apartment, knocking on the door and i wait for him to open. he's got a look of surprise written in his face.

"wooyoung? what are you doing here?" he asks and i shrug. "come in."

i walk in seeing another pair of shoes already there. he offers me a drink which i decline.

"is mara here?" i ask and he nods. "yeah, she's asleep in the room."

"i see."

what's gotten into him? he used to be the most attentive person when it came to y/n so what changed?

"what on earth do you think you're doing?" i ask him.

"sorry?" he asks me, completely dumbfounded by my sudden question.

"do you think what you're doing is right?"

"what's this all about?" he questions, clearly not expecting me to start asking him questions.

"mara is here sleeping am i right?" he nods. "and where is y/n, if you don't mind me asking."

"i sent her home. she came here, caused a scene and started drunkenly shouting so i sent her home because she could've woke mara up." i wanna strangle him so bad right now but i just scoff, deciding to choose peace.

"doesn't it concern you that she's coming to you drunk at 3 in the afternoon?" i ask him but it seems like i'm talking to a brick wall.

"what?"

"you're so dense."

"look, if you came here to do the same then you can go see yourself out."

"do you understand the shit you're putting y/n through?"

"don't involve yourself, this is between y/n and i." he warns but i'm not backing down. he either does something to fix this or he breaks up with her and he's deciding that today. i don't care anymore.

"no, its between you, y/n and mara so i will involve myself too. y/n has been crying non stop for days now because of you and your inability to see what mara is actually doing here."

"she didn't do anything. y/n clearly doesn't trust me to be around her so she's obviously gonna wanna cause a scene."

i raise my eyebrows at his bold choice of words. so he defends her by belittling his own girlfriend... it's bewildering to me.

"you're unbelievable. through all of this, when has she ever accused you of cheating with mara?" he remains silent. what else can he say? there's no way to defend the way he's acting right now and i will call him out for it. "she does trust you asshole, all she wants from you is for you to not blow her off because mara needs you. she needs you too yeonjun."

i'm saying all of this but a small part of me hopes he stays stubborn like this and they break up. san is right, it is selfish but i wanna be there for y/n the way yeonjun is failing to. she deserves so much more than this and that's what i wanna give her but then again.

but there's a small part of me that know i still don't have a chance anyway. she doesn't see me that way and that's the only reason i'm here trying to help save tis relationship. even if it hurts me in the end.

"i'm with her all the time." he defends and i scoff. there's no way he's actually being serious right now.

"that's bullshit and we both know it. when was the last time you two actually spent quality time together?"

"two weeks ago and then she walked out."

"without interruptions." i clarify and yeonjun's face drops. i don't know what he's thinking right now but he better be realizing his mistakes.

"you called her an attention seeker for wanting to be with her boyfriend who's too busy with another girl."

"you're making it sound like something it isn't."

"well how am i supposed to know what actually goes down when the two of you are alone together."

that hits a nerve because he yells for me to shut up and i just smile at his reaction.

"don't you ever accuse me of such things EVER. i love y/n way too much to even think about doing that to her so who are you to even question me on that? besides, you're the last one to talk."

"excuse me?"

don't act like you're not always with her. who knows what you two are doing behind my back?" he asks and i raise my eyebrows. someone needs to be here to slap some sense into him because he's genuinely lost it. if he loves her so much then why is he acting like this.

"that's how much you trust her and i? you know, she's never questioned you about mara. you say love her but you don't trust her? is that it yeonjun? and you have the audacity to say you love her then why don't you fucking show it? she sat outside this very building for who knows how long crying her eyes out asking why you don't love her anymore. she asked why mara can come to you in that very state but she can't and she's your girlfriend, no less. you know what else she said? she said she thinks  she's lost you. she said you're not hers anymore. are you hearing me? she's giving up on you and she’s giving up on trying to singlehandedly save your relationship." i tell him while he looks at me with tears forming in his eyes.

oh now he's listening...

"you know, she's told me before that she's thinking of breaking up with you because loving you is hard and she doesn't think it's worth all this pain it’s giving her."

"she said that?" he asks and i nod.

"i'm gonna give you an ultimatum. it's y/n or mara."

"quit playing wooyoung."

"i'm not. either choose mara and end it with y/n and i will personally make sure it ends or choose y/n and stop being friends with mara."

"why? you hoping i choose mara so that she can run into your arms?" he asks rhetorically but that question has an answer already.

"yes i am, actually. she's already doing that, isn't she?"

"you son of a bitch. i always knew you had feelings for her. if you ever say shit like that to me it won't end well."

"look, i was never even trying to hide it. she only runs to me after you treat her like trash. she doesn't see me like that and you know that. that's why i'm here right now. because no matter what my feelings for her are, you’re the  one she thinks about. you're all she talks about. i know i don't have a chance otherwise you two would've broken up the moment she came to me the first time crying because of you. make a choice yeonjun." i say before walking away.

reader's pov

headache. a fucking headache is the last thing i need right now.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"how are you feeling?"

i open my eyes to see san standing by the door with a mug in hand.

"horrible. why did i do all that?"

"i made some tea for you." he hands me the cup and i thank him, taking a sip a little too quickly because i burnt my tongue. "easy now."

"sorry."

"what happened yesterday?" he asks sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.

"where do i even start?"

"ladies and gentlemen. sorry i have a little announcement. attention everyone." i slur out to everyone who's around me in the bar. it's more on the secluded part of the club so i can get away with making a little announcement. i just need these people to listen.

"ma'am, get down from there." a man who's sitting at the bar tries to help me down but i haven't said what i needed to yet.

"hold on i need to tell everyone this. HELLO!! yes."

"ma'am get down or i'm afraid we'll have to throw you out."

"my boyfriend is an asshole." i laugh hysterically, clapping and everything. "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE YEONJUN!!"

"get down!"

"okay okay i am. relax." the people around me helped me down but i was escorted out because these people are boring and don't know how to loosen up.

i could go to yeonjun. i hope he's not busy with mara right now. i miss him and we haven't spoken in a good minute.

i decide to walk, not really feeling like sitting in a stuffy car.

once i get there, i take a breath before knocking on the door and wait for him to open but nothing so i just enter.

"CHOI YEONJUN!" where is he? "babe i miss you where are you?"

"y/n?" he appears from his room and i immediately run to him for a hug.

"were you drinking?" he asks annoyed. what's his problem?

"just a little. i had like 5..."

"y/n."

"bottles." i burst out laughing but he doesn't seem to find it funny. so uptight.

"y/n you're drunk."

"am not." i pout and he rolls his eyes.

"why are you drinking at this time of the day?"

"because of you. you made me feel like shit when you didn't respond my message yesterday. o drank because you don't care about me yeonjun. you didn't even call to check. WHY DIDN'T YOU AT LEAST CALL ME? TELL ME!"

"yeonjun?" i look at the person calling his name and there stands mara in the doorway to his room.

"babe is she wearing my clothes?" i ask him after eyeing her up and down.

"she's just borrowing them."

"no you are incorrect. YOU yeonjun, took it upon yourself to give her my clothes. borrowing would imply that she asked me to wear my clothes and me allowing her to but it's nothing of the sort. see how it works? come on, go change." i tell her walking towards her but yeonjun holds me back from walking forward.

"what am i going to wear then? jun please speak to her." she is such a bit-

"y/n."

"give her yours then. there problem solved, now everyone can have their tea. i'm so smart." i pat myself on the back beaming at my bright idea.

"y/n you're embarrassing yourself."

"in front of who?" i start looking around to see if there's anyone else here but it's just the three of us. "i don't see anyone."

"me. you're embarrassing me."

"okay but in front of who though?"

"y/n go home, alright, you're drunk and you woke mara up."

"oh sorry mara. i didn't mean to barge into your home and wake you up. and don't even worry about my clothes you can have them. you've already taken something else from me, getting upset over clothes would just be trivial."

"Y/N!" i immediately stop talking, flinching from him shouting my name suddenly. my heart starts rapidly beating and my breaking picks up pace. "please just go home. now."

i nod, trying to hold back my tears as i walk out the door.

"im so sorry y/n." san said, taking my hand in his to try to comfort me. i keep my head ducked.

the door opens and wooyoung walks in.

"san what did you do to her?" he jokes making me laugh a little bit.

"nothing. shut up."

"y/n, can i talk to you?"

"sure." he walks in, sitting down next to san.

"i spoke to yeonjun." he starts off but i don't wanna hear it. anything with regards to him, i don't wanna hear it. his name alone just upsets me.

"let's not mention his name right now."

"i gave him an ultimatum." he blankly says and i look at him.

"what's the point? he's chosen her time and time again, what's the point? and talking about him will just piss me off." i dismiss the idea, not wanting to talk about it further. "let's talk about something else." i suggest.

"you really not gonna talk to him?" san asks and i shake my head.

"i don't want to. you know, something in me keeps telling me to just meet up with him so i can end it, but i'm weak. i'm too weak to do something like that."

"you can't avoid him either though." wooyoung injects but i shake my head.

"then give me time to think things over."

"i'll respect whatever decision you make." he says.

"thank you woo. but please don't let me cause a dent in your friendship. the last thing i want is for you two to stop talking on my expense."

"i'm just gonna say it. y/n, you're too good for him." san says making me smile.

"thank you." i finish my tea and take a shower before heading back to my place.

--

i look through the racks of the detergent aisle. i've been needing to buy groceries for a while.

the past week after the whole incident at yeonjun's apartment have been complete hell. a whole back and forth of emotions and its honestly too much for me but i need some air and run errands and basically get my shit together because i can't let a man put my whole life on pause like this.

my phone beeps and i check, smiling while reading wooyoung's message. him and san have been checking up on me every 3 hours, driving me up the wall here and there but i appreciate it nonetheless.

once i get home, carrying my groceries, genuinely in a good mood after actually taking a walk but ummm.

"what are you doing here?" i ask the girl.

"just visiting a mutual friend." she slyly responds making me roll my eyes.

"get lost."

"no."

"suit yourself."

i unlock the door, going in, shutting it in her face, waving before locking the door.

because i thought a bitch said something. i do not have time today.

i put on my music, deciding to clean up and pack my stuff like the mature adult i am.

while i'm going through my bills, i hear rattling at the door.

now who's trying to break in?

i stand up to go check, deciding to bang on the door to stop this person but then they start again.

"see what i’m not gonna do is deal with this rattling noise going through these thin ass walls, if you wanna get in just knock like a normal person dammit!"

the person knocks and i open the door. why? i don't know, i could literally be in danger.

"what the hell do you want?" i look at the tall man in front of me, not really expecting him to be standing there.

"oh it’s you." i try to close the door but he pushes it and keeps it open. "are you here to shout at me for closing the door in your precious mara's face?" i ask looking at the girl standing behind him.

"i'm here to talk to you."

"i don't wanna talk to you. look i've been having a good day today so please take your little hip attachment and leave."

she looks at me smugly and i decided to just turn a blind eye because she's pissing me off.

"mara please leave." he tells her not even looking at her. her face drops and i look at yeonjun, confused.

"do you want me to wait for you outside?" she asks him, voice getting high pitched as if she wasn't sounding like someone's father while speaking to me earlier.

"go home mara." he sternly tells her.

"jun-"

"leave." he urges making her open and close her mouth like a fish. deserved bitch.

"yeonjun why are you here?" i ask in a defeated tone not really in the mood to talk to him right now.

"i wanted to talk to you. can we please talk?"

"no." i try closing the door again and he stops my from doing so again.

"please y/n."

"i don't want to talk to you right now. please just leave me alone and don't be so rude to mara. go with her and leave me alone please."

"y/n."

"GO."

"i'm not ready to give up on us y/n."

"I TRIED WITH YOU YEONJUN! i've been trying with you. it’s only when i've reached my limit when you come to me with that? it took someone to force you to make a choice for you to realize the shit you’ve done but all those times i've pleaded with you flew over your head. i stood in your apartment drunk as a cry for help and you threw me out because i woke your dearest friend up! i took everything and accepted it quietly. you called me names and i accepted it, you spoke to me however you wanted to and i accepted it. you had that girl in MY CLOTHES, USING MY SHIT SLEEPING IN YOUR BED AND I FUCKING KEPT QUIET. i never once doubted you or your relationship with mara, only to have wooyoung tell me that you had the fucking audacity to question my loyalty to you when i've never given you a reason to. it's not fair so for you to come here, sending mara away in front of me as if to prove a point and demand that i talk to you. it's just pathetic." i yell out to him, finally getting it off my chest.

it felt good to actually say it and dare i say, to shout at him the way i did.

"you're only here because wooyoung gave you an ultimatum and that's what fucking opened your eyes? i'm your girlfriend yeonjun, not a choice and if it's gotten to a point where you havr to you're have to choose me or someone else then please just don't bother choosing me, it's insulting. now please give me some time and leave from here."

he nods his head and i can see the prominent pain in his eyes but i need to stand my ground.

he finally leaves and i shut the door. i truly can't believe this guy.

"fuck you yeonjun!" i sob out quietly. i've found myself saying that a lot lately because who does he actually think he is?

the last couple of weeks have been hell and here he comes all willy-nilly talking about some, 'i'm not giving up on us' well it sure as hell felt like it. after pushing me away for so long he only comes to me now after i've given up? i've told him how i felt but he only listened after someone else told him.

still, after all the heartache, my heart is still too weak to leave him.

i know that mara is the main reason all of this is happening, he's never acted this way until she developed feelings for him and decided to try to separate us, but he still made his own decisions regardless of that. he let her get between us and he chose to treat me the way he did.

he's just a caring person though. that's how he is but if he's caring, then we wouldn't be like this now.

i wanna get back to how we once were but there's this lingering question of 'what if this all happens again?'. i mean, he didn't hesitate to forget me once so what's stopping him from doing it again?

my phone rings and i walk to go pick it up, seeing it's wooyoung calling.

"hello?"

"are you dumb?" he asks me and i furrow my eyebrows.

"okay ouch, first of all, and second, where is this coming from?" i ask him.

"why did you shut yeonjun down when he wanted to talk things out?"

"because i'm tired woo. he's been putting me on the back burner for another girl for weeks before i said anything and when i did, it all just spiraled after that. he spoke to me any which way and i took it but it became too much. i'm tired from all the chasing." i rant out to him, feeling tears forming.

"so what does this mean for the two of you?" he asks.

that's a good question...

the next week has just been me thinking everything through. 3 years together is a long time to consider.

i call yeonjun telling him i’m outside before entering the building. i walk to his door thinking over, knocking on it before he opens it.

"y/n. uh come in." he steps aside, allowing me in. being in here fills my head with nothing but memories of the recent events. that's not a good sign.

"do you want anything?" he asks but i decline.

sitting at the kitchen table in awkward silence, my leg bouncing up and down from the nerves that have taken over.

"i'm sorry for lashing out on you last timea. i didn't let you explain your side of the story which was unfair on my part." i tell him, avoiding eye contact.

"how you reacted was valid. i haven't been the best boyfriend to you for a long time now and i wanna apologize for everything. for the way i spoke to you and treated you. it was completely unwarranted and unnecessary and i should have listened to you the first time, no actually, i shouldn't have given you a reason to feel that way in the first place."

i see tears forming in his eyes as he speaks and it takes a lot in me to not engulf him in a hug to comfort him. i can't do that right now, i need to be headstrong.

"it shouldn't have taken someone else to talk to me about this before realizing what i did to you and i should have managed my priorities better. you know, you're the most important person to me and i didn't show it and worst of all, i questioned your loyalty to me, not once but twice."

that's what breaks my heart more than anything. i haven't given any reason to feel that way which is why i was shocked when he doubted got just me but wooyoung as well. everything between us has been nothing but platonic but clearly he didn't see it that way. a tear rolls down his cheek and i look away so that i don't see him crying, it's my biggest weakness.

i never once did. not even when i saw mara walk out of his room because that's how much i trust him. you can't love without trust and he clearly couldn't seem to trust me and that's what stings the most.

"i should know better than anyone that you wouldn't even think of doing such a thing. look, i regret everything y/n. you shouldn't be apologizing for the way you reacted yesterday, i was wrong, i let someone get between us and i hurt you. that's my biggest regret." he says.

we both have tears running down our eyes but i still refuse to look in his eyes. he takes hold of my hand before continuing to talk.

"i'm not asking for you to forgive me right away because i know that's a big ask but let me earn it please."

"okay. you can earn my forgiveness." i smile weakly at him before quickly looking away. "by letting me go." i finish and i feel his grip on my hand loosen a bit.

and that is why i didn't want to look in his eyes. because i know i wouldn't be able to tell him that had i looked in his eyes.

it hurts to do but i know it's the best decision for me right now.

" y/n, what- what are you saying?" he asks, stumbling over his words.

"i thought about this yeonjun. the things you've said to me, the things you've done. it was so easy for you to forget how to act, who's to say it won't happen again?"

"i cut ties with mara."

"it shouldn't have to get to that point. that means that you'd let this keep happening otherwise. it shouldn't get to the point of you having to choose."

"i don't wanna lose you." he weakly tells me but i shake my head.

"actions have consequences. please let me go. let's end this here." i feel the lump in my throat forming and that's the last thing i need. i can't let myself change my mind now. i've had to think about this far too long to let myself fall back in his arms. it's for the best.

"is that really what you want?" he asks and i nod, not trusting myself to talk. "then that's it."

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

"i love you yeonjun."

"i love you too." he says before letting go of my hand.

i walk out without looking back, because if i do, i'll just run back to him.

‘sorry heart, i guess we’ll just have to start again.’

i let more tears fall as i walk into wooyoung's car.

"ready to go?" he asks and i nod and with that he drives off.

"you missed the exit." i told him and he just smiles.

"i know."

"where are we going?"

"who knows?"

"wooyoung."

"you need to see some scenery, get some air, and let your mind relax so that's why. remember, there's a method behind my madness. there always is." he saus smiling.

"thank you woo."

"don't. you deserve the best and i'll always be there to give you just that." he says to me making me smile.