#except for that one strange little triangle...

[bgs-cave-o-thots]

...i cant believe im gonna watch gravity falls because of flatland instead of reading/watching flatland because of gravity falls.

[ckret2]

It's fic time. The Axolotl tries to persuade Bill to face what happened to his dimension while Bill tries to avoid that literally any way possible.

This is part 8 of a 9 part plot about the Axolotl meeting this friendly harmless innocent little triangle in the wake of the Euclidean Massacre and gradually learning he's literally the worst person ever. If you want to read and/or look at the pretty art on the other parts, here's one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven.

(WARNING in this one for nonspecific but pretty obvious suicidal ideation)

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The triangle whirled around as a milky white void closed in around him. "Whoa whoa hey! What is this? How'd I get here?"

"Welcome to my office. You're in a time and space outside time and space," the Axolotl said. "Take a seat. I have a very comfortable bean bag chair."

The triangle did not take a seat. He pointed at the Axolotl like an angry arrow. "What did you do! If you don't put me back now—"

"Don't worry. When we leave this space, you will be where and when you were. Think of this like a dream."

Furiously, the triangle burst into a ball of bright blue flame. It reeked of burning hydrogen—the stench of the fabric of reality itself burning away to nothing. But he, himself, didn't burn. What was fueling his flames? "Yeah?! Well, dreams are my business!" A wave of blue flames surged toward the Axolotl.

And dissipated without touching him. The Axolotl's eyes glowed white. "THIS IS MY DREAM, TRIANGLE—NOT YOURS!"

The triangle shrank down. He squeaked, "Got it." He quietly perched one edge on the Axolotl's bean bag chair. He didn't look at the Axolotl. He was staring up around them at the Axolotl's tank.

The Axolotl's eyes dimmed again to black voids. He settled back, trying to look unthreatening now that the triangle wasn't fighting him. "Do you see something?"

The triangle laughed uneasily. "Not aside from a whole lot of white."

"You keep looking up," the Axolotl said.

"Up?" the triangle said, confused; then apparently figured out what the Axolotl meant and snapped his gaze down to meet his again. "I never—haven't been able to see the stars before," he said, trying not to sound self-conscious even as he slowly tinted red again. "I've never seen anything that could block them. Except you."

Except him. The guy who passed the wall every day on his way to work; the eclipse that blocked out the sun once a year. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." The walls of the tank seemingly dissolved, letting the triangle see the scene beyond: the glittery cotton candy celestial clouds of his home.

"Hey, I wasn't complaining! You're the one who asked." But the triangle had already visibly relaxed. He still wasn't looking at the Axolotl; but now, he was staring around at the unfamiliar new constellations with wonder.

It was the most unguarded the Axolotl had ever seen him. They didn't have much spare time; but the Axolotl couldn't bring himself to interrupt this brief peace.

After a moment, the triangle gestured toward the sky and said, "So, you—call that direction 'up.'"

"Yes?" the Axolotl said. "Is that strange?"

"No! Nooo no no. Just seems like it might be confusing, trying to tell apart north-up from star-up."

How odd. "We don't usually call north 'up'."

"Oh," the triangle said, voice small and sheepish.

"Some planetbound mortals do. But usually only when they're—" Oh. "... looking at maps." The world printed on a paper 2D plane. Like the plane the triangle had come from.

For all his power, his charisma, his bravado—the triangle was still just a lost little refugee from a flat little world. He held a whole universe in his hand, and he didn't even know up from down. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to him.

"Listen to me," the Axolotl said. "You're in a lot of trouble. I'm sure you know that."

The triangle scoffed. "Tell me something new."

"How much of our discussion did you hear?"

"Just something about rebuilding the higher dimensions' foundations. Which is exactly what I told you to do! You mind your business, I'll mind mine!"

He suspected the triangle had heard more than that. "It's not that simple. They can't rebuild the foundation until the fires are out. So, as long as your actions keep setting new ones..."

"A-ha. So that's why you're here," the triangle said. "They sent you to intimidate me into letting 'em condemn my dimension."

"No." It was true enough that they had sent the Axolotl to try to talk the triangle down. And yes, he would if he could—he certainly didn't want to see all of reality destroyed—but he wasn't primarily here to help the other gods. "I'm here to help you."

The Axolotl had watched how this triangle puppeted corpses and terrified the barely-living into dancing along to his tune. He had seen the dying and dead melted together into oversized composite corpses at the triangle's party; and he'd seen how the triangle's unhappy victims tumbled down into his hell. He'd seen how blue flames flared around the triangle in his anger, and how his lines of fire warped, melted, and consumed whole universes, and how he burned mortals down to the soul with his mere gaze. He'd felt how all of Dimension Zero moved when the triangle moved.

This triangle, this poor child, was a monster.

The Axolotl wore many faces. He'd been a psychopomp, a god of death. He'd changed roles so he could help the dead he escorted reach better futures—now he was a god of rebirth, a god of second chances, a god of justice.

And in his capacity as a god of justice, he'd proudly defended the villains that no one else would defend. He did not believe in punishment. It was too late to save the villains' victims, and no amount of punishment would ever change that; but it was not too late to save the villains.

He was god of death, god of rebirth, god of second chances, god of justice—and also a god of monsters. And he'd decided this monster was under his protection.

Dubiously, the triangle said, "So they sent you as my legal counsel."

Oh, for— "No. I'm just trying to give you advice."

"Even better—pro bono legal counsel!" 

"You're not my client," the Axolotl said. "But I'll advise you as a friend. I can tell you your options as I see them. We can discuss them if you'd like. You may ask me one question, and no more."

"What? Why—" The triangle caught himself and struggled to rephrase. "That's a—stupid rule—that I want an explanation for!"

"Because I'm the Axolotl."

"What does that have t— I don't know what that has to do with anything!"

"I'm the only one who gets to ax a lotl questions."

The triangle stared at him. He burst out laughing. "I think I hate you!"

The Axolotl gave him a wide, gummy grin.

"St—stop that! It makes you even more ugly, ugh. I thought you were here to give me advice, not bad jokes." The triangle made a show of leaning back as though getting comfortable, although it was clear he was uneasy touching the bean bag chair. "So advise me, pink stuff."

"I preferred 'frills.'" Gently, the Axolotl said, "I think it's in your best interests to give yourself up to the divine authorities."

The triangle laughed in disbelief. "You're kidding. Hey, I heard your pals talking about how they can't fight me without knocking the multiverse down—"

"And once they've put up a fireproof foundation you can't burn your way through, there will no longer be any risk to the multiverse if they come after you."

"Sounds to me like a good reason to make sure they don't get that foundation in place!"

"For you to do enough damage to ensure they can't construct a foundation, you'd probably knock the multiverse down yourself," the Axolotl said. "And if that's the case, they'll have nothing to lose by trying to stop you anyway, and everything to lose by not trying."

The belligerence leeched out of the triangle's face by the word. "Oh. Yeah. I guess that's... yeah," he said.  "Okay." His expression was faraway for a moment, as he tried to wrap his mind around the magnitude of the situation. "Okay. That's okay, it's fine, it's fine." Could he feel the walls closing in on him? Did he see the stars being blocked out? "I've... got a way out of this."

"What?"

He didn't meet the Axolotl's gaze. He pulled off his hat to worry at it in his hands. "I have a way."

Bluffing. Or wishful thinking. "No. This is trouble you can't get out of. There's no greater crime against reality than the destruction of an entire dimension," the Axolotl said. "Right now, the gods think you're an active, divine threat to all of existence. That's what this is about. They're not after you because you broke a couple of rules—they're afraid of you." (The triangle lit up at that. Not quite the reaction the Axolotl had been going for, but at least he had his attention.) "And that means they won't stop until they're sure you're no longer a threat. As long as they're pursuing you, your best case scenario is getting buried alive beneath the multiverse's foundation where they can forget about you until your dream realm unravels."

"So what g—I don't see what good giving myself up would do! My best move is putting off the inevitable as long as possible! Just let 'em try to bury me!"

"But it's not inevitable," the Axolotl said. "They fear you as a divine threat. If you prove you're neither divine nor a threat—"

"No."

"Mortals can't be charged the same way as gods can. If we convince the court that you didn't have your current powers at the time of the inferno—"

"I don't know why you're so convinced I didn't have powers at the time!"

"I'm not. That doesn't mean I can't convince a judge," the Axolotl said, which surprised the triangle enough that he actually shut up for a moment. "If you're charged as a god, you face eternal imprisonment or oblivion. If you're charged as a mortal, you'll be sentenced to a regular afterlife. If you give up your power—I'm not sure where yours come from, but there are ways it can be done—" (the triangle was already raising a finger to protest) "—and it can be temporary! But if you don't have divine power when you're taken in, it will be that much easier to convince the judge that you didn't have any when your wall burned. On top of that, if you surrender yourself willingly and admit that destroying Dimension 2 Delta was an accident, that alone can knock off half your charges."

"Next you'll ask me to give up my eye! No!" He was clenching his fist around his hat so tightly that it shook; but that was the only sign of anxiety he betrayed. His gaze was as intense as the stare of a sun. "I told you: me, my power, and my people are a package deal. We stay together. We're staying right here. I don't care how much it inconveniences you."

"It's not about how much it inconveniences us," the Axolotl said. "I'm here for you—you and your people."

"They don't need you or any of your stupid 'gods.' I can take care of them!"

"Then take care of them," the Axolotl said. "You understand that, no matter how this ends, your dream realm will be destroyed and you'll have to leave or perish—don't you?"

"No." That stubborn little glitter fleck. "I can patch up this dump and repair the wall by myself. Once the wall's back, you don't have to worry about your stupid multiverse destabilizing, right?! I'll stabilize my realm before you get your stupid impenetrable foundation in place! Maybe I'll put a roof on top of it that you can't get through!"

"You haven't done it yet! What do you think you can do that you haven't already done?"

"You don't need to know," the triangle snarled.

He had to be mad, bluffing, or in denial. But he didn't look it—eye narrowed in determination, flames smoldering around his edges, fist clenched around his hat—

And then it clicked.

He hadn't said he would replace his wall. He said he'd repair it. 

The Time Giant had said there was no way the little speck of matter that the triangle kept in his hat could be all the matter from his universe; no mortal could handle it without its gravity crushing them, nor would they have the energy to move it.

But she'd also said that gravity was turned off in Dimension Zero. And the triangle had proven he did have the power to move an entire universe—so why should a universe the size of a grain of sand be any more difficult?

And anyway—what did restrictions like that mean in a place where dreams and reality overlap?

"The Time Giant was wrong, wasn't she," the Axolotl said. "You don't have a dark matter problem. You're carrying around the rubble of your universe. All of it. All the matter she sensed but couldn't find."

The triangle gave him a resentful look; but then sighed in defeat. He loosened his fist, reached into his hat, and plucked up the speck of what remained of his universe. The black pinprick of white light. "You're not as dumb as you look," he said wryly. "Yep. The whole thing's right here—all but a city or two. I figured out how to catch it pretty fast."

Catch it? "What... happened to your dimension?"

A faint uneasiness itched at the back of his mind; a sound, right at the edge of his hearing, that he couldn't quite identify but knew shouldn't be here.

"It doesn't matter," the triangle said. "It's about to un-happen."

"You're thinking about setting off a big bang, aren't you?"

The triangle said nothing. He just rolled his universe between his thumb and forefinger contemplatively. 

"You are," the Axolotl said. "You want to replace your universe."

Coolly, the triangle said, "You're sounding kinda scared, frills."

"I am," the Axolotl admitted. "Of all your options, that's the most dangerous thing you could possibly do."

"Hey, the dangerous choices have turned out pretty well for me so far!"

The Axolotl really didn't think they had. "You know you can't get your old universe back, don't you? It will only make a new universe."

The triangle didn't say anything—but he went still, holding the tiny glowing pearl between his fingers rather than rolling it back and forth.

"It will have similar physical properties—it will be 2D, gravity and light will probably work the same way, all the laws of physics will be what you expect... but it will be a new universe. New stars and worlds will form. New species will evolve. Your people will never return."

The triangle squeezed the pearl in his hand. "You don't know that," he said harshly. "Everything that ever existed is right in here." He shook his fist at the Axolotl. He could see the light shining out between the triangle's fingers. "It has to have some sort of memory! There's gotta be traces of it left in there!"

"It can't remember. It doesn't have a soul to remember with."

"I'm a soul!" The triangle pointed at himself with a hundred arms. "Me! I remember! The whole dimension remembers!"

There was the hiss. The ever-present hiss that the Axolotl heard any time he was inside Dimension Zero, the static in the speakers, the last gasp of a dying big bang, the whisper murmur scream battering against the walls. Fear shivered up his spine. How was it audible from within his tank?

He tried to push down his fear. "You're not the whole dimension."

The triangle laughed. It was a chilling sound.

"Just—consider how much more you'd lose if it doesn't work the way you want it to. What will you do if you can't fix your dimension?"

"I can," he said. "If I can't fix it, no one can."

Why did he think he was more capable than gods who'd maintained the multiverse for trillions of years? "What if you're wrong?"

"I will fix it," the triangle said stubbornly.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU'LL DO IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT!"

The triangle literally shrank back, growing smaller as he sank into the Axolotl's beanbag. "Keep doing what I'm doing now! Partying!" He let out a half hysterical giggle. "I'll party til I die!"

"Set off a big bang in an unstable pseudo-dimension, and you will die! The kind of death no one comes back from!"

"Great!"

They both froze. Neither one of them had expected him to say that.

"Kidding," the triangle croaked. "I just—I just—I'm trying to get under your skin, pinky, that's all. Is it working? Don't answer that, that wasn't my question, that was—rhetorical. I'm assuming that stuff you've got is skin, anyway." The prattle was hollow and meaningless. "The point is, I'm the dream realm's eternal party host, and I'm not stopping this party for anything, no matter what you say, and—and that's it. That's all there is to it!"

He must have witnessed so many horrors, in so little time—his universe incinerating, his people dying, Dimension Zero constantly collapsing even as he attempted to prop it up, the dimensions above him twisting and warping as their people fell into his nightmarish realm...

The Axolotl slowly flew closer to the triangle.

"Oh, come on— don't," the triangle whined. "Whatever little speech you're about to make, don't, I don't wanna hear it—"

Gently, the Axolotl said, "I know you've lost your home."

The word "home" struck a note with the triangle. He didn't flinch, his expression didn't change; but he went still. He looked down at the compacted ruin of what used to be his whole universe.

"But it's not too late for you to find a new home," the Axolotl said. "You can still move on and rebuild. There's a future for you. If you come out, I'll help you navigate the afterlife system. If you're stuck in this dimension, we'll find a way to free you."

The triangle's face darkened.

"You can be reincarnated, or resurrected, or—just set free to be an energy being if you want. You can settle down in a neighboring dimension, join a new people—"

"No. I'm not about to be a couch surfer in someone else's universe." He glowered up at the Axolotl. "Those people will join me. Everyone can either join me, or—or get out of my way! I finally made my kingdom, I'm not giving up my crown now!"

"If you keep your crown, you'll kill your kingdom! You know that if you stay here you'll destroy everything, I know you know it!"

"It's the best option I have! Better than your plan, anyway! Surrender to the cops and let my world fall apart?" He laughed harshly. "No way, Buster! I told my people I'd liberate them from our flat, oppressive little world and take them to a party paradise, and that's exactly what I'm gonna make for them!" He held out his little pearl of a universe again, the paradise-to-be.

Before, he'd said that the dream realm was his paradise. He'd also said that he'd remake his destroyed universe exactly as it had been. How could the "oppressive" world they'd left be their paradise? Nevermind the fact that none of "his people" were from his world. Which of the stories he'd invented was the truth? Which did the triangle think was the truth? Did he even know?

"If all of this is for your people—would you risk them? If trying to build a paradise kills the very people you made it for—"

"They'd never know."

The Axolotl's blood ran cold. It took a moment for him to find his voice. "What?"

"I can keep the party going until the end. They'd never find out what's coming. If the dream realm collapses, it'll be too fast for them to tell what's happening," the triangle said. "In their final moments, they'll still remember me as a hero."

The Axolotl hadn't realized until that moment just how cold the triangle's expression was.

His mind flashed to seeing VENDOR earlier that day, hustling the Apocalyptic Threat Task Force to clean up this mess faster because THEY didn't want the journalists to claim THEY had mishandled the situation during an election season.

Was that all the triangle was?

Another politician more concerned with how his constituents saw him than with what he could do for them?

"But," the Axolotl said weakly, "I've watched how you rescue the mortals from the fires. I've seen how you're struggling to keep this dimension from collapsing on them. I've seen how much you're suffering. You're running yourself ragged to protect them. You want so badly for them to be safe."

The triangle seemed to brighten at the Axolotl's words, as though he was soaking in the high praise. "Well, sure! And they love me for it! Would any god do less for his worshipers? Would you?" His voice took on a bitter tone. "But I don't know of any god who'd stick his corner out for a nonbeliever—and that's what they'll be if I don't deliver on the paradise I promised. I take my party hosting seriously. I'll give them their paradise if it kills me. Or them. Or everyone, if that's what it takes."

He was no hero. He never had been. He didn't care about the countless souls he'd collected, only their worship.

He didn't want his people to be safe; he just wanted to be his people's savior.

If I can't fix it, no one can. The triangle hadn't meant no one else was able to. He'd meant no one else was allowed to. He'd rather die than let someone else fix his mistakes.

And he would. This was a mass suicide.

No. Worse than that—it was a mass murder-suicide.

"You already lost your world once," the Axolotl said desperately, "don't you remember what that was like?"

The triangle flinched back like the Axolotl had slapped him. The tank rumbled around them; the hissing whispers grew louder. "That's... none of your business! Stop talking about my world, you don't know the first thing about it—"

"I know how much you must miss it. I know how deeply losing your people must hurt." It must have hurt, why would he have clung to what was left of his world if it didn't, why would he be so determined to rebuild it exactly as it had been?

"My—my people are fine." His voice was choked. He squeezed his eye shut. "They're... all out at the party. Waiting for me. Don't talk about—"

"The people at the party are shapes you kidnapped from other dimensions." He was so stubbornly loyal to his chosen delusions. "Your people are dead. You know they are!"

"No!"

His scream was answered by howls outside the Axolotl's tank. Through the static, the Axolotl could pick up a sound repeated over and over. A word. Murderer, murderer, murderer.

"No! They aren't dead! I saved them!" He curled in on himself, hands pressed to his sides like it could block out the sounds. "I liberated them from their shallow lives! I gave them their freedom—"

"Then give them their freedom now!"

The triangle's breath hitched.

"If you want to die, you can die. There are ways to break a soul. I can help. But do it alone," the Axolotl pled. "I know you care about these people!" He had to believe it, he had to believe it, he had to. In spite of the evidence to the contrary, he had to. "If you won't let us help you, at least let us help them go home. Please. You need to let them go."

He clenched his tiny hands into fists; he looked so pained the Axolotl thought he might shatter.

In another timeline, a better timeline, he whispered, "How?" The word he should have said echoed around them, blending into the static whispers. It would be so easy to say.

But in this timeline, he asked, "You're some kind of lawyer or something, right?"

The Axolotl paused uneasily. "By... way of metaphor," he said. "We have trials and courts, but not the way mortals understand—"

"There are no laws in my kingdom," the king growled. "Get out of here. Now."

"But—"

"I said OUT!"

A force crashed into the time and space between time and space, shattering the Axolotl's tank, the glittery cotton candy nebulas' pinks and blues disrupted by a twisted geyser of colors—raw frothing stuff somewhere between matter and energy—and it flung the Axolotl away from the triangle like a wave flinging a fish from the ocean. The anxious background static whispers grew to a buzzing roar, 1000 decibel white noise. He spun dizzily through the cosmic miasma.

The first time he'd come in here—the first time the triangle had chased him out—he'd felt instinctively that he'd been in danger. He'd felt flames licking at his heels.

He knew now that that had been a mere warning.

"I might be in your dream, but your dream is in MY dream realm!" The triangle seemed to get larger without his size changing. Maybe it was the universe around him that was contracting. "And you've overstayed your welcome, Axolotl!"

The Axolotl had tumbled into the nightmarish eternal dance party. Shrieking overlapping music drowned out the buzzing whispers. Thousands of eyes stared at him in horror and thousands of voices gasped in disgust; and he realized that as many times as he'd seen them, he had never been in their two-dimensional field of view.

For all the thousands that stared at him, millions of corpses never stopped dancing.

One last time, the Axolotl turned to the triangle and pled, "Just give the hostages the option to leave if they want!"

"My people aren't hostages!"

"Then give them a choice!" He could feel dead hands grabbing at his skin and fins. He wasn't sure if they were trying to restrain him for their Magister Mentium, or cling to him for escape. He wasn't even sure whether they were the dead who still had their own souls, or the triangle's corpse puppets. "Anyone who wants to stay with you can!"

"Shut up!" The triangle boomed louder and louder and he grew larger and larger, until his voice and his eye seemed to fill the universe. He was shuddering with rage (with regret?)—it threatened to shake him apart, and the universe with him. "All of this is your fault! I'm—sick because of you!" In another reality he said insane; but the realities where he didn't closed up around the word and crushed it into silence. "You made me like this! You infected me!"

"With what?" He'd only spoken to the triangle once before today. He hadn't even entered his dimension.

"This—idea!" He didn't say what idea, not in this reality; but the words echoed in from another reality where he did. He screamed to drown the echoes out. "I was fine until I met you and you ruined everything!" Regret spilled out of his eye so thick it was almost palpable, energy like a river. It threatened to fill the interdimensional in-between space and drown them all. The Axolotl could taste the idea that had poisoned the triangle: the idea that everyone mattered. That everyone was worthy of a god's attention. And now, everyone was gone.

Bewildered, the Axolotl said, "You're not 'sick' to think that. It's the sanest idea you could have—"

"Get out!" The shriek echoed through infinity. "Get out! The dream realm is my domain and I am its king! I told you last time, I won't let you threaten my people!"

"I would never—"

"GET OUT!" Blue flames exploded out of the triangle; some of his nearest prisoners were incinerated as easily as tissue paper.

The Axolotl tried to shield himself; the flames consumed one of his forelegs and ate away at his dorsal fin.

He tore himself free of the desperate grasping shapes and swam from the triangle as fast as he could.

The triangle chased him; and, to the Axolotl's despair, as the center of Dimension Zero followed the triangle, the edge of reality pulled ever further away.

His flames licked at the Axolotl's tail, consuming the fin; he swam slower and slower.

As the triangle pursued the Axolotl, his attacks further destabilized the volatile dimension; wormholes formed where the fabric of reality folded and bunched in on itself and was pierced through. Light shot through the holes like a million disembodied sunbeams. 

He saw one that led straight to the edge of Dimension Zero. He wriggled through.

"Where did you—?! HEY!" The dimension whirled dizzyingly as the triangle refocused on his evasive prey. "You think you can get away from me in my own realm?" 

"Do you want me to get out or not?!"

"I want you DEAD!"

The Axolotl shouldn't have asked.

With a roar, the triangle clawed at him. A thick, sucking wave of gravity as dense as a black hole tore through the unstable miasma toward him. The triangle laughed sadistically.

With one last surge of energy, he paddled his tail hard enough to outpace the triangle and burst free of the dimension.

The ragged edges of Dimension Zero ripped further under the triangle's attack, but it dissipated in the third dimension.

The Axolotl sighed in relief—then flinched when the triangle crashed into the invisible barrier holding the cosmic foam in the space-between-space where Dimension Zero should have been. Like a piece of glitter sticking to a bubble, if glitter sticking to a bubble were the most violent force in the universe. "Get back here! I'll skin your freakish hide and make a tent outta it—!" He strained toward the Axolotl, threatening to drag the bubble along with him, like a particularly determined sled dog trying to pull a trailer home.

The Axolotl hastily backed out of range as nauseating plumes of color stretched outside their bounds again. Blue fire danced over the thin membrane between dimensions like a burning oil spill on an ocean. The plumes twisted into shapes almost like arms, hundreds of them, reaching toward him—

And froze. The triangle was staring past the Axolotl.

The Axolotl turned to look.

It was the most sublimely awful sight he'd ever seen. An impenetrable wall made up of gods, angels, sentient forces of nature—there were things here so transcendentally powerful that the Axolotl couldn't even see them; he only knew they were present by the perimeters of the space he couldn't bring his eyes to gaze upon and the terrifying awe he felt when he tried.

They were all armed.

All their weapons were pointed at the triangle.

Apparently, the ATTF had called in reinforcements.

A god that looked like a hologram projection, the light of its projector shining down on it from a higher dimension like a halo, thundered, "ADVANCE ANY FURTHER INTO REALITY, AND WE WILL BE FORCED TO SUBDUE YOU."

"You can't afford to!" the triangle crowed. "You'll knock your own universes down!"

"NOT ANYMORE."

The triangle's eye widened. The thousand arms of raw reality seized the jagged edges of the dimensions bordering the hole left when Dimension 2 Delta burned down, trying to crush them—and nothing happened. He slammed Dimension Zero against the bordering dimension, trying to crack open a larger opening, and then trying to simply shove the bordering dimensions aside—and nothing happened. Dimension Zero burned; but the surrounding first and second dimensions remained still. There was no creak and crack of snapping lines and shattering planes as the triangle tried to squeeze his bloated universe free. There was no glowing line of fire on the distant horizon.

The neighboring dimensions burned and blackened under the thousand hands; but they didn't dissolve to ash. The cinders got caught between the layers together as the dimensions splintered into layers, then multiplied—splintered and multiplied—splintered and multiplied—thicker and denser and harder—

Parallel universes. Every time the triangle touched them, they split into more timelines, reinforcing themselves. The Time Giant already reformatted the universes most closely adjacent to Dimension Zero. Not every universe—but just enough to form a cage.

The triangle gave up with a grunt of pain. He laughed in disbelief—and then anger. "You were the distraction?"

"No! I was supposed to talk you into cooperating with building the fireproof foundation! We agreed to only call in reinforcements if I couldn't persuade you!" He looked around for the Time Giant, but couldn't find her—nor any of the other gods he'd spoken to while dealing with this mess. Everyone, apparently, had been cleared out of the vicinity to make way for the god militia.

The only civilian left on the 3D side of the missing wall was the Axolotl—once again, stuck in the middle of a situation he had no business being involved in.

The triangle's eye widened further, further, white hot with fury. "Nothing's ever your fault, is it, frills?! Every time you ruin my life, it's all a big misunderstanding! You just keep talking your way out of trouble!" His eye opened wider and wider still. His eyelid unhinged. His mandibles split open and at the back of his eye socket was an infinitely dark esophagus. Sprouting in a ring around the triangle's eye like the petals of a grisly flower, piercing the membrane between the zeroth dimension and the third, were millions and millions of—

—teeth. Teeth longer than the spaces between stars and sharp enough to split an atom.

The Axolotl only barely managed to paddle back out of their range before they snapped at where he had been. A couple of the higher gods caught him, holding his sides protectively. His skin sizzled with holy electricity.

The god militia drew back from the gnashing fangs, then readied their own weapons: spears, guns, swords, a wider array of divine and holy weaponry than the Axolotl had ever seen. The projection leading the militia called, "DON'T LET HIM MAKE IT PAST THE FIREPROOF BARRIER."

"Afraid I'll start breaking things again?" The fangs snapped tauntingly. "Hey—how fast do you think I can find the load-bearing dimensions?"

The Axolotl shook off the gods and swam back toward Dimension Zero. "Stop!"

"HOLD FIRE!" The projected god commanded, "OUT OF THE WAY, AXOLOTL. THE MULTIVERSE'S SAFETY IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE."

He knew it was. The leader of the militia was so powerful that resisting a direct order made the Axolotl dizzy—but he did resist. He shouted at the triangle, "You can't fight off every god in the multiverse! This is suicide!" He realized too late that that probably wasn't as discouraging as he'd intended it to be.

"So what?! There's no way for me to win! Get executed for god crimes or get erased when the dimension collapses—"

"Those aren't your only choices!" The Axolotl could see the fangs slowly, slowly curling up in his peripheral vision, and pretended he didn't. "It's not too late for you to stand down—!"

"I can't!" A wave of fire blazed up the teeth of the Dream Realm. He held up a fist, and it was far too small for any of the gods, so mighty and large, to see what he held; but the Axolotl knew. "If I don't get a happy ending, why shouldn't I burn the rest of you down with me?! At least I'll accomplish one thing before I go!" His hand began glowing as energy began gathering around the tiny seed of a big bang.

"Do you want your worshipers to remember you as a monster in their last moments?!"

"Better a monster than a LOSER!" His laugh was a strained subsonic roar. "Are fame and infamy really that different?! At least they'll be thinking about me at the end!"

"It would make you a terrible party host!"

The Axolotl didn't know what had possessed him to say that. Apparently the triangle didn't know what to make of it either, because he froze, giving the Axolotl a wide-eyed blank stare.

But it worked. He snapped out of his rage. The light gathering around the remains of Dimension 2 Delta went dark. For a moment, he was frozen, giving the Axolotl a wide-eyed blank stare; and then he laughed again, just as strained, much weaker. The borders of Dimension Zero shuddered with his laughter. "Fair enough!" The appendages stretching out into the third dimension lost definition. "Fair enough." He glowered tiredly at the god militia—but raised his hands in surrender. Both his palms were empty.

The trembling fangs dissolved as they retracted. The whole paradoxical mass sagged sluggishly back into the crawlspace underneath reality.

One by one, the god militia slowly lowered their weapons.

The Axolotl's heart was still hammering in his chest; and only then did it register that he'd nearly been eaten by an entire dimension.

Where had his power come from? How had the triangle done all this—made his whole dimension vanish without a trace, shoved an entire plane inside a point, gained complete control over it all...

He really did have complete control over the entire universe that had formed inside Dimension Zero—didn't he?

And to control an entire universe, he needed to have an entire universe's worth of energy.

Dimension 2 Delta had been an entire universe. And now—all of its energy was in Dimension Zero.

With the triangle.

As he watched the triangle wincing in pain as the Dream Realm sank back into place, as though the triangle could feel the way the edges of the neighboring dimensions dug into the frothing chaos, the Axolotl whispered, "Oh, no. What have you done?"

His power had come from his own universe. He had devoured it. He'd made it part of him.

All that energy wasn't stored inside the triangle's body—but the Axolotl had been wrong to think that the triangle was the body in the first place. The triangle was only the face: the eye, the mouth, the mind. The part of the Dream Realm that could speak.

The Dream Realm was the anglerfish—and the triangle was its pretty golden glowing lure. They were all one monster.

The triangle was slumped in defeat, but still he shot the Axolotl a tired glare. The hissing static whispers rose up around him again, spilling out of the Dream Realm. (The whispers, too, were a part of the triangle.) "Who are you to judge," he muttered. "You weren't there."

No, he wasn't. He'd gotten here too late.

Behind the Axolotl, the god projection said curtly, "APPREHEND THE TRIANGLE WHILE HE'S COMPLIANT."

The Axolotl whirled around, eyes glowing with rage. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" The gods who had started moving toward Dimension Zero froze again.

"HE'S A THREAT TO THE MULTIVERSE!"

"He stood down!" 

"HE'S PROVEN WILLING TO DESTROY REALITY. HE COULD EASILY CHOOSE TO AGAIN." The higher dimensional projector turned to project straight at the Axolotl, dazzling him even through his shut eyes, shining straight into his brain. "STAND. ASIDE."

"No." The Axolotl tensed his muscles against the compulsion to obey. "He was a threat to the multiverse. Once the last walls are closed over the crawlspace, he won't be anymore. If he doesn't make a move between now and then, you have no grounds to pursue him." It was a little easier the second time to resist the higher god's command. "So if you do follow him out of the third dimension to capture him, you're trespassing in a new god's sovereign territory to make an illegal arrest outside your jurisdiction!"

"HE'S MASSACRED TEN DIMENSIONS AND TRIED TO DESTROY MORE. THERE ISN'T A COURT IN REALITY THAT WOULD CONSIDER PURSUING HIM UNJUSTIFIED."

"I know a few."

"YOU'RE DEFENDING A DIVINE MENACE. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

He quietly kissed his career prospects goodbye as he watched himself do the stupidest thing he'd ever done. "I'm the Axolotl," said the Axolotl, "and I'm his lawyer!"

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(Thanks for reading!! If the art lured you in and this is the first chapter you read, this is part 8 of a 9 part fic about the Axolotl in the immediate aftermath of the Euclidean Massacre. I'll be posting the last chapter next week, Fridays 5pm CST, so stick around if you wanna watch the Axolotl deal with having gotten his heart broken by this sweet little triangle who actually isn't sweet.

It's ALSO chapter 68 of an ongoing post-canon post-TBOB very-reluctantly-human Bill fic. So if you wanna read more of me writing Bill, check it out. If you're not sold on the idea of a human Bill fic, I've also got a one-shot about normal triangle Bill escaping the Theraprism if you wanna read that.

If this is NOT your first time here and you already knew all of the above: this was The Big One, gang. And now I expect for the next several months I'm gonna get comments from y'all rereading earlier chapters going HOLD ON WAS THIS LINE FORESHADOWING THAT LITERALLY THE ENTIRE NIGHTMARE REALM IS PART OF BILL? And the answer is: yes. yes it was. Looking forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!! 💕

also this was THE absolute hardest chapter to write, goddamn.)

[siri-ike]

A little crime, as a treat

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Part 1 part 2

The fear slowly faded from his eyes. Almost everyone he saw looked proud. Even Walker looked happier than usual. Everyone except Skulker. Could they actually want him as king? What does the king even do?

Danny reached the raised platform and smiled (confidently, not at all like he was about to cry) at Clockwork, who placed a hand on his shoulder and forcibly turned him around to face the crowd.

One of the observers steped to the front of the stage. "If anyone objects to Danny Phantom being the new Ghost King, this is your chance to challenge him for the crown."

He knew it! HE KNEW IT! He was right to be scared! They've just gathered to take him on all at once!

To Danny's surprise, aside from some grumbles, the audience was quiet. No one challenged him.

Another observer opened an old, intricately carved wooden box and pulled out Pariahs crown. "Then it is an honor to crown you, Danny Phantom: Ghost King, Ruler of infinite realms." And placed it on Danny's head.

For a moment, he felt like he was on fire. Then, like he was being electrocuted. Drowning, falling, suffocating, stabbed everywhere at once, but none of it was painful. Finally, it stopped at a familiar feeling. Freezing.

In an instant, he could see. Feel? The whole ghost zone all at once. The Far Frozen, The Clocktower, Walkers Prison, Pariahs Keep, Pandoras Maze. All the places he'd been as well as so many others. Lunch Lady's Kitchen and Box Ghosts Warehouse moving closer together. Embers Big Stage, Youngbloods Ship, The Cheese Kings Castle, Desirees Lounge. It was incredible, but most interesting of all was the new haunt forming itself as he watched. It was as if the zone pulled in on itself, rubble and wrecks of abandoned and destroyed haunts were pulled into a swirling vortex. It got smaller and smaller until it exploded into a whole galaxy.

Phantoms Galaxy.

It was beautiful. Full of stars, each with their own systems. He even recognized some of them. Stars that had collapsed in on themselves. White dwarves now covered in life once more. So long he'd studied and morned the loss of such amazing celestial bodies while celebrating the wonderful new things that would inevitably be born from them. Now they were all there. All his to hold and protect forever.

Danny's mind was thrust back to his body. He looked over the hall, and almost everyone was gone. He looked up at Clockwork starry-eyed. Literally, there were stars in his eyes. He opened his mouth but couldn't put together a thought.

"Welcome back, Danny. I'm afraid you missed the party." Clockwork proudly brushed Danny's hair out of his face. "I foresaw you gaining a keep of your own. One that I look forward to hearing about once you've properly explored it. And im certain even more will accept your invitation in due time."

Danny was still lost for words. How long was he just staring at nothing? And what does he mean by invitation? He opened his mouth to speak, but his vision faded again.

He was shrouded amidst pitch black space that spread as far as he could see. In front of him was the wreckage that once was his parents' portal, now relocated into his hount. Next, he saw Vlads portal, then several naturally occurring ones. The triangle seems to have snatched some people on a yacht. He'd have to deal with that later. The last portal he saw was strange. It felt... angry? Bloodthirsty. And it kept failing to open in different places.

First in some kind of railway station, next in Klempers Icy Path, and last in, NO! Pointdexters school. You can't come in through there!

As if listening to him, the portals swirl slowed and faded from the school, then it reappeared in the darkness. No, not dark, space. It's in Danny's Phantom Galaxy.

Abruptly, he found himself back in his own body. This time, Clockwork was nowhere to be seen. Danny leaped off the stage only for his cape to snag on the wood, causing him to crash to the ground. Since when does he wear a cape?

On the other side of the big doors, Danny only found one ghost. He wore an all white three piece suit, top hat, cape, and monocle, but his face was invisible. "Do you know how to get to Clockworks tower? Or the Far Frozen?" Danny begged, but before the stranger could answer, everything went dark once more.

He was amidst the stars again. Close enough to recognize some of them this time. There was Argo, Daxum, Krypton, and its moons Thalon and Wegthor. This was the Rao system that was destroyed 58 years ago. A lot of research has been done into it because it's where Superman allegedly claims to be from, although Danny hadn't been able to find any first-hand source to confirm that.

The portal bounced around a bit before stopping on Wegthor, where it finally opened fully. And one steel reinforced boot stepped out.

Danny snapped back into his body and found himself clinging onto the drapery. The other ghost was still there.

"Dear boy, you look as though you've taken a knot to the noggin." He offered his hand, and Danny took it. "Jim Craddock, at your service, but now a days most call me Gentleman Ghost. Of course, one of your stature needs no introduction, my king." He took a bow, and, awkwardly, Danny did too.

"There's an intruder in the ghost zone, in my haunt. I don't know who, but they seemed hostile, and I don't know where it is because it just formed a few minutes ago during the coronation -"

"Let me stop you there." Jim cut him off. "The coronation was seven hours ago. And as for getting to your haunt? Why do you not just step through one of your portas? During the ceremony, the drabble was able to use them to get to Embers' so-called after-party." You'd think lacking a face would make it hard to show emotion, but through only tone and body language, the Gentleman Ghost conveyed his utter disgust with a hint of jealousy.

"Did, did you see how I did it?" Danny conveyed only confusion and a lack of authority.

The Gentleman Ghost placed a gloved hand under Danny's chin. "Your gift most likely works as any other. Relax, clear your mind, and focus only on where you want to go."

Danny closed his eyes and felt the hand leave his chin. He took a deep breath and pictured the Rao system, the moon Wegthor, the portal. He saw it clearly in his mind. He then pictured himself standing in front of the portal. He opened his eyes, and it was right there, exactly as he'd imagined.

Except for one thing, between Danny and the portal was, "Jason?"

Red Hood didn't lower his gun at all. His perfectly chiseled forearms twithced, trigger finger remaining off the trigger, ~haah~, he's so diciplined. If anything, he seemed more intent to shoot. His big round biceps nearly ripping the seams on his worn leather jacket. It's too small for him, but he hates change. His legs, undoubtedly sculpted out of whatever Danny's version of Kryptonite is with how weak they made him, took a step back. He could probably tell how hard Danny was mentally undressing him.

"Who are you?" He finally demanded.

"Who am I? I'm Danny. Your, assistant? And anyway, I was invited. You're not supposed to be in the ghost zone. It can be dangerous."

"Careful there," a rough looking guy with a heavy English accent spoke. "E could've possessed ya mates body there, now, yeah?" Mate? If only. "They do that, ya'know. Take ya, loved ones," loved ones, Danny could swoon. "Persenate' em. Messes ya up real proppah'."

"Well, I'm not." Danny: master negotiator.

"Prove it."

"You broke into my home and expect me to prove I'm not dangerous!?!"

Danny caught the slightest hint of his own reflection on Jasons helmet. White hair, green eyes, crown, cape, no wonder he doesn't recognize him.

Danny hasn't gone ghost in 8 years, not since Phantom was declared public enemy #1 and the anti ecto acts were pushed through. He hadn't even gotten to see himself. He looked so much like Dan.

That doesn't mean anything. Looking like Dan doesn't make him like Dan. Right? He tried to turn back human, but it felt like he was squeezing himself into a container he didn't fit in.

"I promise, I am Danny Fenton." Danny gave Red his sincerest look. "But I'm also Danny Phantom, Ghost King, and ruler of infinite realms. I was your assistant for almost 8 years. Partly because I want to hurt the U.S. government in any way I can." Danny took a small step forward. "Partly for my love of numbers and punctuality." Danny closed in so the gun was pressed up to his chest. "But mostly I stayed because of you."

Jason removed his helmet. For the first time, Danny could look Jason in the eye without having to stand on a chair (or a table that one time)

"How could you keep this a secret for so long?"

"I actually only found out I was king 7 hours ago, but with Phantom... I'm wanted... and not considered human. I didn't wanna take the chance that... the crew," Danny exhailed. "That, you might think that too." Danny looked down.

Jason seemed to almost giggle. "I don't care whether you're human or not. Most of my friends are aliens, mutants, and monsters." He lifted Danny's chin. "I didn't follow you to another dimention because I thought a fellow human was in danger. I followed because I thought you were in danger."

Danny moved Jasons hand to his cheek and held it there.

[moony-n-sun]

Endgame Couples parallels

"Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern"

The accident : Philip & Lukas

Strange! They are directly paralleling a friendship in which, one is a repressed gay and the other already accepted he was. Two "friends" who overcame homophobia and ended up together in the end. What an accident! Doesn't mean that will be the case for Mike and Will right...

The coincidence : Ron & Hermione

Hmm ok. We know HP2 was on the movie inspo board for st4. So Mike's arrival at the airport is an obvious parallel to Hermione coming back from the Hospital Wing. Hermione has no problem hugging Harry (who we expect her to end up with). But with Ron, she is unable to show him the same affection without making it awkward. Even though she shouldn't have any reason to feel this way. Just like Mike should not feel awkward about hugging his best friend. Unless, like El suggests, "he is acting weird [because] there is someone he likes".

Oh and coincidence! At the very last movie, Ron and Hermione stop repressing their feelings for each other and kiss. But nah, it's just a coincidence, right...

The pattern : Amy and Laurie

Okay if you've watched Little Women you know the Amy-Laurie-Jo love triangle reeks of Will-Mike-El.

Jo/El : The first love interest, the bold woman on a journey of self-discovery and in search of independence. Wants to be free of her need for male validation and become her own person.

Laurie/Mike : The man who feels so much love but doesn't yet realize he's putting Jo/El on a pedestal. Has a dramatic love confession moment, but because he idolizes the girl instead of truly loving her, it comes across as desperate and pleading. He doesn't yet realize his love is misplaced and his heart actually belongs to the girl's sibling.

Amy/Will : The girl's sibling (🤭). The painter, the yearner, has loved Laurie/Mike for so long but has resigned to him never loving them back. Despite this unconditional love, doesn't fear putting Laurie/Mike in his place because in this dynamic, they are on equal ground.

ST writers have confirmed they used Little Women as inspo, and there are scenes supporting this as well.

If you couldn't tell by now, Amy and Laurie end up together. Except this time, it's neither an accident nor a coincidence. This is a pattern. The message is very very clear. This emotional turmoil is going to pay off. Will and Mike aren't repressing their feelings and suffering for nothing.

Just like all these other couples, they will end up together.

[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 3

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, You might 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗Chapter Warnings: reader felt violated while in the club, both men are down so bad

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: February 26, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Everyday I continue to find My People who understand the obsession with this cat and this ghost in a deep, cellular, molecular level. So here we go… Thank you Cathy Jae <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Roommate Rule #3: If Your Bickering Roommates Start Acting Strangely in Sync, Something is Most Definitely Up.

After that night, a weird calm settles over the apartment.

No more rap battles. No passive-aggressive co-op games. No intense staring contests over meals.

It should feel normal, better even? But it doesn’t.

Plus, now, whenever you’re home, they’re both there. Always. Kinda hovering.

It’s never just Yoongi in the kitchen, grumbling about how you keep putting the spices in the wrong order. It’s never just Wonwoo on the couch, lost in a book but somehow still aware of everything you do.

It’s both of them.

At first, you chalk it up to coincidence. Maybe their schedules just aligned, or maybe you’re overthinking things. But then a whole week passes, and you realize—no, this is intentional.

And you have no idea what to make of it.

At work, a colleague from another department—Hyunjae—strikes up a conversation by the coffee machine. He’s nice, seems harmless, and when he asks you out to dinner, you say yes.

Because why not?

You don’t have a boyfriend. Your weird roommates haven’t exactly made anything explicit. And maybe—maybe—this is exactly what you need to clear your head.

That night, when you tell Yoongi and Wonwoo about the date, their reactions are... expected?

They don’t react that much. They don’t even comment on how you're looking hella cute with your lilac dress and heels. Stoic, as per usual.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, nodding once. "Have fun."

Wonwoo barely looks up from his phone. "Yeah. Hope it goes well."

But their voices are just a little too flat. Their movements a little too controlled.

As you do a final check on the contents of your bag (card, keys, mint, lip tint), Wonwoo casually mentions that he’s streaming tonight—his gaming channel has been blowing up lately and Yoongi tells you to call him if anything happens. Guess that’s that.

It’s fine. Everything is fine.

Except it’s not. Because the date was bad.

Dinner was okay, but when you went to the bar next door, the guy got pushy once the drinks started flowing. A hand on your waist that lingered too long. Fingers grazed your thigh like he had a right to.

You felt off. Uncomfortable. A little violated.

You told him off and walked away.

You lock yourself in the ladies bath room. Fuck. You stare at your phone. There’s only one voice you hear in your head as you stroll through your contact list. You just hope he answers.

Of course he does, on the second ring.

“Yoongi? Can you, umm, can you pick me up?”

"Where are you?" Yoongi asks, voice a little sharp. “Are you okay?”

You tell him the club’s name, and you barely get through the sentence of telling him you’re hidden away because you don’t want to be with your date anymore, before he says, "Stay where you are. I’m coming."

Fifteen minutes later, he’s here and the rush of relief mixes with the cool air as you exit the bathroom stall you've taken residence in.

You see him before he sees you. Black button down, dark jeans, and fire in his eyes, but when they land on you, something in his expression shifts—softens just slightly.

He’s at your side in an instant.

"You good?" 

You nod, but your throat feels tight. 

He exhales sharply, jaw clenched. "Where is he?"

You shake your head. "Probably gone. It’s fine."

It’s not fine, but you don’t want him to cause a scene.

Yoongi doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push even as you see him tensely run his fingers through his hair. Instead, his other hand find yours, wrapping around your wrist—not pulling, not rushing. Just there.

And then, without thinking, you step into him.

You don’t know why. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s just Yoongi. The way his presence alone has made you feel safe after a night of shaky thoughts.

Suddenly, the music around you fades. And all you feel is him. Warm, steady, strong.

His arms come up instinctively, one wrapping around your back, the other resting against the nape of your neck. You’ve never done this before, but somehow it feels like you have.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to when you feel his heart hammering inside his chest to mirror your own.

You breathe him in—a faint trace of cologne you're now so familiar with, something distinctly Yoongi—and you don’t know what to do with the way your heart twists inside your chest.

When you finally pull back, Yoongi searches your face. "Let’s go home."

You nod, letting him lead you out, your hand clasped in his.

You don’t sleep that night.

Not because of the date, not because of the club, but because of the voices in the kitchen.

You hear them some minutes after you turn off your bedroom light.

Hushed but heated.

You don’t want to eavesdrop, but you don’t exactly want to interrupt either. So you press your ear to the door and listen.

"You should have called me." Wonwoo’s voice is sharper than usual.

"She called me." Yoongi’s tone is steady but defensive.

"That’s not the point, hyung."

A pause.

"Then what is the point?"

Wonwoo exhales harshly. "You can't pull shit like this."

"Like what?"

"Like running to her first."

“You were streaming, when she called. You think I'd wait for you? She was crying…”

Your breath catches.

Silence stretches between them, heavy and suffocating.

Then, quieter: "It’s not fair."

Something in Wonwoo’s voice makes your chest ache.

You don’t know what possesses you to move, but suddenly, your feet are carrying you toward the kitchen. Before you can think twice, you push the door open.

They both turn at the same time.

Yoongi leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Wonwoo stands stiffly near the sink, his jaw tight.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. "What the hell is going on?"

Neither of them speak.

You cross your arms. "I’m serious. You two have been acting weird for weeks. First, you’re constantly competing, then suddenly, you’re always together like some weird tag-team act. And now you’re fighting over who picks me up when I call for help?"

Still, silence. 

You swallow hard, but you’re unable to stop the nagging question in your head. "I need to know. Is this… Am I like a bet or something?”

“NO!” both men bellow.

You exhale a shaky breath. “Then what’s the deal?"

Silence. Again.

Yoongi and Wonwoo are both staring at you, like they’re waiting for you to say something. But instead, you exhale and lean back, crossing your arms.

“You know what?” you say, voice steady. “I think you two need to figure out if you actually…” Fuck you’ll say it if they can’t. “…like me… or if you just like competing with each other.”

That hits.

You let the silence stretch. Let them sit with it.

Because this whole thing—this weird, passive-aggressive, emotionally constipated mess—has never really been about you. Not the way it should be.

“I like both of you,” you continue, watching them carefully. “And maybe that’s selfish. But I don’t want to pick between two people who haven’t even stopped to ask themselves if what they feel is about me or just… winning.”

Yoongi looks away first. Wonwoo’s fingers twitch against his knee.

“So,” you say, standing up. “Figure it out. And let me know in the morning or… I’ll just move out.”

And with that, you leave them stewing.

Morning comes too fast.

When you step into the kitchen, you immediately pause.

Because—

What the fuck.

Yoongi is leaning against the counter, one hand tucked into the pocket of his sweats, wearing an offhandedly sexy fitted black t-shirt like he didn’t just wake up ten minutes ago. His hair is still a little messy, but in a good way—in the kind of way that makes you wonder what he looked like rolling out of bed.

And Wonwoo?

Wonwoo is sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, looking like a fucking editorial ad in his oversized crewneck and glasses. The morning light is doing too much for him, highlighting his sharp jaw and the way his fingers tap absentmindedly against the table.

They both glance up when you walk in.

And they both smile.

Oh, hell no.

“Absolutely not,” you say immediately, pointing at them. “You do not get to look this good this early in the morning.”

Yoongi chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. “Didn’t realize there were rules about that.”

“There are now,” you mutter.

Wonwoo grins, “You look cute when you’re grumpy, noona.”

You shake your head, unable to keep your cheeks from flushing despite being slightly annoyed with both of them, still.

Yoongi gestures vaguely. "You were right last night. About us. About this."

Wonwoo leans forward, fingers interlocked. "We both like you, noona. We won’t deny it."

Yoongi sets his cup down. “So we have an offer.”

You raise a brow, leaning against the counter. “Oh?”

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction. “We’re going to take you on dates.”

You blink. “…What?”

“Dates,” Yoongi repeats. “One with me. One with him. Or more. Up to you…”

You stare at them. “And then?”

“And then,” Wonwoo continues, “you can decide.”

You narrow your eyes. “You two came up with this plan together?”

Yoongi shrugs.

You cross your arms. “And what if I don’t want to go on these dates?”

Yoongi answers: “Then we drop it. No pressure.”

"And if I don’t choose either of you?"

Wonwoo sighs. "Then we take the L."

…Huh. You hadn’t expected this.

You had expected stubbornness. Maybe even another argument.

Yoongi tilts his head as your eyes dart between the two of them.. "But let’s be real. That’s not happening."

"Yah!" You gape at him. "Are you fuckin’ serious right now?"

Yoongi grins. Wonwoo just waits.

You exhale, tapping your fingers against the counter. “Bet.”

Yoongi lifts a brow. Wonwoo licks his lips, now smiling.

“Alright,” you confirm. “Show me what you got.”

And judging by the looks on their faces, you have a feeling they plan to.

Chapter 4 >

A/N: To be in the middle of this love triangle is my most fervent dream, hope you enjoyed reading this! xo

QUESTIONS!!! Who should get their date first? Where should they go? Also, do you kiss on the first date? ;)

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Boyfriend Era is a Go

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - I have to say it, the heist stuff is stupid and all the sidekicks are idiots to the point of annoyance. But Yin and War are truly stellar at these parts. And in general in these roles. Can’t knock 'em. It’s been a year of some very good kisses and this has to have been the best. So this show is top of the standings this week for that kiss alone. Like srs boys? I mean to say, BOYS! How dare. Breaking the internet like that.

Honestly, let's be clear, these two have had killer chemistry since the En of Love and we all expected great things. And now, here we sit, suffering great things from these kings. Thank you, Sirs, may we have another?

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 8 of 15 - I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here. The Per Win story arc never interested me in 2014 and I’m not enjoying it now either. But Mick and Ohm are better in 2024. Nong Mick is a standout character, and a brilliant glow up in this version and he’s a confident little shit (affectionate). The mains are good too, but Phun and Noh always were great characters, and these actors are quite good. Possibly better than the original. 

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - More bf era delightful diabetes. They are the best boyfriends and the cutest family in the entire world. No exceptions. Next week is definitely doom tho. 

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - Talk about making consent and communication sexy! *fans self* Whoah! That was unexpectedly great. The blatancy of the lust in this one was fun too. And the general casual switch nature of the relationship = delightful.

I like the little acting course we're getting from these tw. They are both quite good. I’m not sure I really enjoy the stories that they’re telling, but I do like how they are telling them.

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 6 of 16 - Hill is the premier torch carrier of this year. My goodness. He sure nursed that crush. While I really like this main couple, I’m happy to have some of the others start to creep into the narrative at this juncture. Alone HillTer are a bit intentionally miscommunicative and saccharine. But the screen-time distribution amongst couples seems a little strange. That said, couple 2? No thank you. I really don't like North as a character at all. I find him incredibly unappealing. Ordinarily I'd be on his side because....... blackmail trope renders Johan automatically a complete arse. But at least this is 2 unlikable characters being jerks to each other?

Perfect 10 Liners (Thai Sun YouTube?) ep 2 of 24 - Say it with me Thailand: negging is NOT romantic. Frankly, Arc is just an asshole and a bully with anger issues. But…… Yay cute sides! PondSand they funny. (Book, to me = never very funny. I don’t think comedy is his bailiwick. Look, comedy is HARD ya’ll and usually not in that way.) 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 1 of 11 - They’re doing some interesting stuff with the framing (both filming style and narrative) that makes this extremely old-fashioned feeling (like Takumi-kun level). I keep saying that this year, but it feels like BL is doing a lot of rediscovering its roots right now. This one even had a goldfish. And abuse. (The two, oddly, often go hand-in-hand in JBL ) And overall...... it’s a bit weird. Which I don’t mind from Japan. Japanese BL can get weird in a good way. Oh I like it. Bully meats smart loaner, total opposites attract, both are lonely and broken and NEED each other, and all that.

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 4 of 13 - Oh dear, our poor little rich boy is very broken indeed. The sides are utterly ridiculous.

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 6 of 7 - I don’t normally like a love triangle, but I kind of like this one since it gave our uke a bit more depth and agency. And charm, quite frankly. So far he’s been a very dower character.

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - Okay boyfriend era is a go. Goodness but they sure are adorable. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 7 of ? - The slow burn is really very slow. To the point of frustration. But I'm still enjoying the show, just not as much as I was.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 8 of 10 eps - Even Japan is going through a bf era rn I see. How unusual.

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I’m slightly less annoyed by this one than the original (but I was VERY annoyed by that). I think mame is being tempered by a few things:

There’s so much less time spent on the back-and-forth, because this is a much shorter show, so I have less time to be frustrated by it and the utter uselessness of 75% of these characters.

Also, there's that innate Japanese awkwardness of portrayal & social interaction, which makes the unpleasantness of the characters' behavior and touch more understandable.

This, in turn, is married to the natural kink factor of JBL.

There’s a clearer Dom sub from the get go with this version, makes the blackmailing a little bit more tolerable because it's clearly Play. (negotiated or not) Simply put, daddy wants his brat to beg. And honestly? So say we all.

On a completely different note, the wardrobe for this show is terrible. Like truly bad BAD.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 3-4 - Well I guess that’s that disability dealt with. Meanwhile, competitive bullying art students? I am very amused. Zoo date was cute. This is unquestionably a BL (I’m even more scared now). Still, the gay boys dealing with the straight dude’s crush was truly hilarious. So much "our gay drama doesn’t have time for your het bullshit." Classy move, I smell some Taiwan in this show.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 4-8 end - I was reliably informed this has an HFN end so I decided to watch. Noble and self sacrificing with both of them taking the blame.

My thoughts are...... mixed.

High school student Do Hoe lives with his brutal father who runs a Taekwondo gym. When cheerful Ju Young arrives to train, they fall in love. An unexpected incident forces them apart, they reunite over a decade years later. Essentially this is a brilliant narrative about finding love at the worst possible time, surviving chronic abuse, and the way we process mental, emotional, and physical trauma overtime. Yes it’s also a romance, but that’s not primarily what this story is actually about. I can recognize its genius, but this type of narrative is not for me. I’m reminded of bittersweet painful shows like To My Star 2, or The On1y One, or even Not Me. Is this BL tangential or is it some other genre entirely? Am I questioning my own taste because I did not like its content, or because I do not like its genre? And if it’s not BL should I even render judgment? I think I have to lean into the way I approached some of those other shows, which is to say: it is not for me but I recognize that it is of an extremely high-quality that is certainly for someone else.

Recommended, but only if you like masochistic cinema. Under those circumstances 9/10

(but know that if i were rating for my personal taste? 7/10 I’m never re-watching this, and there is a small part of me that wishes I never had) 

It's airing but......

Love for Loves Sake got some kind of special supposed to air 11/9. Not sure what, why, or where. Only the rumor that it...... is. I'll believe it when I see it...... literally.

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) 10 eps - I've been reliably told not to bother, so I won't.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me. And just very very odd. DNF

In case you missed it

Uncle Unknown finished its run on YT. Censored Chinese BL with paralytically bad production levels. But certainly BL. Boys reunite after a break up only to discover one of them is the step-Uncle of the other. Much to my own shock and surprise I watched all 12 episodes of this. Fortunately, each episode is about 5 minutes long. Under those circumstances is it worth it? Maybe. It’s bad. But not offensive. So that's a win. And you know me, I love a weird take on the stepbrother’s trope and incest taboos. 5/20 watch it only if you have nothing better to do

Next Week Looks Like This:

Gosh there's a lot on right now.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL:

11/15 Caged Again (Thai Fri Gaga) 10 eps - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped again and a panther falls in love with him.

11/17 Your Sky (Thai Sun iQIYI) 12 eps - A naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

11/20 Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love

11/20 The Heart Killers (Thai Weds YT iQIYI) 12 eps - Jojo directs FirstKhao & JoongDunk in an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) who meet a tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and a mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao and that we have a take on the Taming of the ShrewBL. I like that everyone is morally gray. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only seen tackled in m/m romance novels (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). I'm excited. My only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy so…... this gonna be interesting.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

The insane level of his babygirl heart eyes.

Just, have mercy.

(last week)

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[twistedpink]

Playing childhood video games with the twst boys!!

Introducing Lilia to the culinary masterpiece that is Cooking Mama! Honestly, everyone's given up on trying to teach Lilia how to make edible food for a while now, so what harm can a silly little cooking game with complete enough cooking instructions do? A lot, actually, seeing how Lilia gets a strange, definitely one-sided rivalry with Mama herself... insisting that whatever she can make, he can do it better. (He absolutely cannot.)

Jade to Animal Crossing! He probably plants new flowers and shrubs around each villagers' house according to what he thinks suits them... completed Critterpedia scarily fast despite never seeing him even pick up the console... oh, and most definitely wears the most atrocious fits you'd ever see an animal crossing player wear. The custom clothes in Able Sisters? Madness. Why did you hop onto his island, only to see each villager wear the same black cloak with a mushroom on the back? Why are there mysterious things hidden in the ground? Why does he never pick up the goddamn weeds? (I'd like to think Jade has a soft spot for the lazy villagers. )

Malleus to Tomodachi Life! I'd like to think the controls are easy enough to use for him, and the thought of having friends who WILLINGLY came to him for advice was enough to seal the deal. (Un)Fortunately, Malleus decided that since he could make his own characters, he'd make the other housewardens - for practice, if he actually got invited to anything in the far future. Which would be fine and dandy, except SOMEONE (cough, cough, Lilia) fiddled with the genders and personalities, so now Kalim's going to Malleus to figure out how to confess to Azul. Only for Vil to jump out of a locker to halt the confession because he apparently had a thing for Azul, too. Huh.

UGHHHHH CUTE CUTE CUTE!!!! Lilia ruins it by calling himself “the mama” in public/during the culinary crucible,, I just know Jade’s villagers are all the traditionally ugly ones (THE CLOWN SHEEP??) but he loves them equally :) (abused Raymond so that he’d leave, didn’t even consider selling him to Azul who’s obsessed with him) If anyone happened upon Malleus’s save there’d be a criminal investigation. He used modded makeup and now they’re all scarily accurate (this was after following/studying each housewarden for days at a time. You know. For science) and it’s not like he’s a shipper but he won’t STOP them from coupling up bc love is love ig??? Poor guy’s just scared of hurting their feelings and eventually every single one is in a love triangle/dedicated relationship except for his :(

[oceanfruitsstuff]

So, I’m in no way a professional here, but I’ve been learning more about writing and storytelling and all that fun stuff and one thing I love about Stranger Things is how they do love triangles—or more, love upside down V’s, that visual always helps me a bit more when I’m trying to make sense of them.

Stranger Things isn’t over yet, they still have a big chunk left to go, so I’m not going to act like anything is set in stone, they might go a completely different direction we know nothing about and that’s totally fine—but if we’re working with what we know up to this point, it’s always been pretty obvious to me what their intentions are if they’re following the normal structure of love triangles.

So let’s say Mike is character A, El is character B, and then Will is character C. Since Stranger Things isn’t a romance story and there is queerness involved, it’s going to be much more subtle then, let’s say, Steve/Nancy/Jonathan. But I’m getting off topic here, what I’m saying is Mike is not the main focus for both characters, in a show or movie that’s revolving around romance, both B and C characters would, usually, have their main focus be A (the character they want to be with) a big thing for me when I’m reading books with love triangles or watching shows/movies, is that if at any point one of the characters (besides character A) has an important arc of finding independence and learning about who they are, you can almost always rule that character out of being part of the “endgame couple”. Not everytime, but almost everytime. So, the second I watched season 4 it was a big “ohhh” moment for me when I saw what they were doing.

Also, if we’re gonna just follow the cliques of love triangles, the “obvious” or maybe first choice/couple, is very rarely going to be the final couple. Again, not always, but it’s extremely uncommon.

We can even do a comparison to the hunger games, it’s obviously a vastly different story, but there is a similarity woven in with the little love triangle they have going on. Katniss’ first choice is not Peeta, and we all know what happens—but the thing that is bringing me to this point, is that they still are almost always together, their plot lines are lined up. Of course it’s different since Katniss is the only POV, but still, no matter what, she winds up, usually, working with Peeta OR trying to find him once he’s taken.

Circling back to Mike and Will, they’ve never been separated, they’re storylines have been continuously woven together, they flew Mike out to Lenora this season just so he would end up working with Will. The only season they’re apart is season one—but, Mike’s goal the entire time and main focus is Will. They bump together because, a lot of the time, they’re focusing on one another.

A writer wants their endgame couples to be displayed together, the want people to like them together and root for them, or really just see them together. Every single other couple on the show (except for Jonathan and Nancy is season 4) are always shoved next together during the main plot. Joyce and Hopper don’t even start chatting about being together until season 3. We all kind of know where it’s headed, but most of their encounters aren’t romantic, there’s a depth to them that makes it somewhat romantic, but it’s not necessarily written to be that way. If you’re writing a story, you want the two characters you plan to be together to have a heavy background, a good rapport with one another, and to be seen together. Whether they’re currently dating or not, you want your audience rooting for them.

With El and Mike, it’s always been so odd the separation they have—because their arcs are not meant to intertwine, they love each other and hold an important relationship in the story, sure, but one of the reasons I’ve always felt strange watching their relationship on screen is because it doesn’t appear their stories are going in the same direction. There is this lack of romantic depth, or honestly even friendly depth, they hold each other at arms length. I think that’s for many reasons, but an important one is that El’s arc is not romance, I think for her character it would be insane if it was. The things she’s been through are crazy, and she’s only just learning who she is and who she wants to be—based on what we saw in the last scene where she’s practically ignoring Mike, we can assume she’s figured out what she wants.

Very very rarely does character A end up with character B. In real life, maybe, in stories, it’s pretty boring and not what people lean towards. Again, the show is not over, they could shift things around, it’ll be interesting to see—but I would be extremely surprised if Will and Mike don’t end up together or atleast are shown to have mutual feelings, purely just based on the simple storytelling structure they’re following.

Anyway I’m sure a million people have already said this, but the writing of how they’re handing Will and Mike is so interesting to me—and obvious if you’re taking away homophobia.

Characters that are meant to be together are usually shown together. If they’re not, that’s when you ask questions on what else might be going on.

Who knows if I know what I’m talking about, that’s just my POV on it all. I love Mike and Will, I’ve always thought they’d be beautiful together, but season 5 will be super exciting to see.

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || next // previously

parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> none ( I think ? ) word count -> 3.3k

abstract -> already rejected once the reader avoided Yang Jungwon but he insists that he wants to try, that doesn’t seem easy with Sooha around.

y/n's perspective

The student council was now split into four. Humans, Hybrids, Vampires, and Magic users.

However, not everyone is happy about integration. There have been many complaints and requests to stop this and school integration in general.

However, they weren’t bad… well except Yang Jungwon. He wouldn’t stop following me around trying to befriend me. He wouldn't accept my rejection despite being friends with Heeseung…

It was strange but I realized he liked that girl. 

She was a half-vampire and human… and his demeanor completely changed with her. He was smiling and joking while with me he only glared at me.

“y/n!” I heard as I saw the vampire student council president. I learned his power was speed. He was super fast so escaping him wasn’t an option. I wouldn’t admit it out loud but… I liked his attention. He would find me every morning and even memorized my breakfast order. His presence was… comforting. 

“Here you go!” he said, giving me my favorite drink. “Thank you,” I said smiling. I admit I was being nicer… it looked like whatever Heeseung felt for that girl, Jungwon didn’t

But his group was always with her… so I didn’t accept him. 

“How’s training the humans?” he asked and I elbowed him. “They’re actually really nice.” I scolded and he chuckled. 

“Jungwon! We have practice!” Heeseung said while yelling at him. I also noticed how she was always at their practice… “Hey, do you wanna come watch?” Jungwon asked and I was shocked but shook my head. I was about to reject him but… 

“You can sit with me!” Sooha said and I sighed.

“I have to meet up with Wonyoung… maybe next time?” I asked hoping there wasn’t a next time. “Oh! You have to come to their game!” she said and Jungwon soon grinned. “Yeah! Please?” he begged and I sighed. “Shouldn’t you go anyway? You’re event planner is gonna be there so should the president” he said and I sighed.

“Fine, I’ll be there,” I said and he grinned. “Jungwon!” Heeseung yelled and the boy scoffed. “Talk to you later, love!” he yelled as Sooha waved happily at me and Heeseung glared. 

What type of love triangle was this?

“Doesn’t Sooha seem a little… much?” Eunchae said as Wonyoung laughed… “She’s their friend and seems to want to be friends with me… now I can't escape his practice,” I said and they both giggled. “But you were given more than one soulmate and at least Jungwon actually likes you,” Eunchae said and she was right.

“Jungwon is your soulmate?” I heard EJ and K. Fuck...

“You didn’t hear anything!” us three yelled as they laughed. “Two soulmates huh?” K asked and I scoffed. “Who?” EJ asked and I refused to speak but… “Heeseung” my roommates spoiled. 

“Oh yeah… that group is quite obsessed with Sooha.” K said and I sighed. “Don’t kid yourself! K’s soulmate is Sooha '' EJ said and I felt my eyes widened. 

“Does she not know?” I asked and they shook their heads. “She’s happy with them.” K said sadly and I sighed.

I knew how he felt. 

“Maki didn’t tell me this,” Wonyoung said as I rolled my eyes. “Sooha!” K said as he looked at the door which opened to reveal… Jungwon and Sooha.

“K! EJ!” she yelled and K shyly smiled and made an excuse as he left. “I’ll talk to you later y/n!” EJ said, chasing after the boy. 

“The game is tomorrow… I thought maybe you could wear my jersey?” Jungwon asked and I saw Wonyoung and Eunchae from the corner of my eye looking at us teasingly. 

“We can be matching! I’m wearing Heeseungs jersey!” Sooha said and it ruined my mood. I then heard Wonyoung scoff. 

“Okay, no one can be that oblivious–” “Sure,” I said as Eunchae covered the angry girl’s mouth. “Oh! Hi, I'm Sooha!” she said to my roommates who didn’t pay any attention to her which seemed to sadden the girl. “Don’t take it personally… those two are quite mean” I said and she sadly nodded. 

“Can I talk to you in private?” Jungwon asked and I sighed. “Maybe later,” I said and he nodded. “Tomorrow?” he asked and I sighed.

“After the game”

jungwon’s perspective

Over the span of three weeks, y/n has been accepting me slowly. I’ve memorized things about her… what she liked and disliked. Recently, however, Sooha has been insistent on befriending her which I knew made my soulmate uncomfortable. 

Everytime the vampire-human appeared, my soulmate's smile would get smaller and her eyes duller. 

Especially when mentioning Heeseung… I knew why.

The bastard rejected her and now she’s been adamant on rejecting me. The four hyungs have ignored what I said about the girl and only Sunoo and Niki have listened to me.

“I just want to be friends with her… so why doesn’t she like me? Nor do her friends even try to hide it” Sooha now cried to the group. I was currently being glared at by the older four. 

“She’s just jealous of you” Jay said and I refrained from scoffing. 

“Sunoo! You know everything… Did I do something to offend her?” Sooha asked and the boy looked at me not knowing what to say. 

“She’s not worth crying over” Jake said and I rolled my eyes at this behavior. “She’s friends with EJ and K… they've recently been avoiding me” she said and I did notice how close the Riverfield council was to the Bright Sun council. 

“Don’t be her friend then.” Sunghoon said and she shook her head. “I wanna be her friend” Sooha said and I sighed. 

If only they told her the truth. They were in love with her… but they had a soulmate. Which is why she doesn’t like her. 

“We should start going to the team, guys!” Niki said and it was time for the game. “Oh, I have to go find y/n!” Sooha said as she ran off. “y/n needs to stay away from Sooha” Jay said and I scoffed. 

“If only Sooha knew why y/n was acting that way” I muttered and they glared at me. “We have a game!” Sunoo reminded and we nodded.

The game was starting when I saw y/n… I felt myself grin at the sight. She was wearing my jersey and she was all dolled up for me. 

Well, now I had to win.

Every second I would look at the girl. I did notice how Sooha was looking at the crowd for her whilst the witch hid behind a bucket of popcorn… 

It was actually funny to see. We would also make eye contact which she'd hide behind the bucket. It was cute.

In the end, we won easily. While the guys celebrated I went off to find the witch. I couldn’t find her until she appeared behind me.

“AHH!” I yelled as I fell backward… she laughed at me but it was something I loved hearing. I genuinely felt like I was falling for this girl every day… quite literally at the moment. 

“Did you see!?” I said as she helped me up and she nodded. “I did, congrats,” she said and I smiled. “Did I mention you look pretty?” I said and I saw for a second before she turned away from me the blush forming on her face. 

“I wanted to talk,” I said and she nodded. I saw the nervousness on her face. “I really like you. You were made for me and I for you. We’re soulmates but so is Heeseung.” I said and she nodded looking at the ground. 

“What Heeseung is doing is stupid. I don’t want to choose anyone over you. I like you!” I said and she looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers. 

“I won’t choose her over you. I know that's why you change your expression around her '' I said and she sighed. “She’s nice… but Heeseung likes her. He rejected me… how am I so sure you won’t either?” she asked and I chuckled. 

“Love… you’re the one wearing my jersey,” I said and her face heated up again making me chuckle. I cupped her face as I stared at her eyes. “Can you please accept me, so I can kiss you?” I asked and she chuckled. “Yang Jungwon, I accept you as my soulmate,” I said and I kissed her.

“Jungwon!” I heard Jay’s voice. “Go to your dorm, love. I’ll see you later” I said and she nodded as she kissed me on the cheek before leaving. I sped off towards Jay who looked at me with a confused expression. “You have lipgloss on your lips and cheek” he said and I shrugged. 

“y/n is our soulmate huh?” he asked and I scoffed. “Don’t start” I said and he sighed. “I like Sooha… but I still want to meet her” Jay said and I shook my head.

“You’ll end up hurting her like Heeseung did,” I said. “Heeseung did what?” I heard as I now saw Sooha. “Nothing” we said but she grabbed our arms. 

“Jungwon you have something on your lips' ' Sooha said while trying to wipe y/n’s lip gloss but I sped away from her. 

“Sooha, I’m gonna need you to respect something,” I said and she looked shocked. “y/n is my soulmate,” I said and her eyes widened and she started squealing. 

“I’m happy for you Jungwon!” She yelled and I smiled. “Thank you,” I said. She was really just a friend.

And I’m also glad she dropped the Heeseung topic… or just forgot it.

y/n's perspective

“So he accepted you as his soulmate?” EJ said as my roommates and K teased me. “Do you not see her lip gloss smudge?” Wooyoung said while fixing it.

“And her dressing up for Jungwon?” K joined the gossip and I rolled my eyes at them.

“I’m glad he seems to have a brain,” Eunchae said and I smiled sadly. My heart still aches when I think I saw Heeseung but… Jungwon made it feel a bit better.

“Wonyoung?” I heard as I saw Sunoo.

“Sunoo?” Wonyoung said confused as to why he was here. “Heeseung wanted me to deliver this to y/n but I thought she wasn’t here” Sunoo said as he smiled brightly at me.

I haven’t talked much with him but Wonyoung says he’s fun. He handed me a letter when I felt sparks.

Another soulmate? He only smiled as he left… as if he knew.

“Well what does that bastard want?” Eunchae asked as I opened the letter.

y/n I hope you respect that I won’t ever love you. I love Sooha and so do your other soulmates.  Jungwon may say he wants to be with you but we all have history with her. Eventually, if you keep trying you’ll get more hurt than expected if you continue trying.

“Soulmates?” Eunchae asked and I didn’t know what it meant either. “Maybe you have more than two?” EJ suggested and I sighed.

“That all love Sooha?” I said bitterly… I’m guessing including Sunoo

“y/n, Jungwon wouldn’t go out of his way for three weeks memorizing what you liked and even begging for attention,” Eunchae suggested 

“And how he offers to help your teacher any time of the day just to see you,” EJ said and I sighed.

“I’m sorry K,” I said as I saw the look he gave the letter. “It’s not just me that’s hurting now,” he said as he looked at me sadly and I nodded.

“I’m gonna go find Jungwon” I said and they nodded. I knew the vampires were having a party. It was a bit dangerous going there but I had faith I would find Jungwon before anything would happen.

As I entered I felt stares but luckily the name on my jersey led them away.

I saw the group… Heeseung and Jungwon.

Jungwon had a hand wrapped around Sooha… why did I feel this way? Didn’t I predict this from the beginning…

I suddenly made eye contact with Heeseung and I sighed. I took off the jersey and left it on the couch.

I was walking out when I felt a hand in my wrist.

“Why are you so insistent?” Heeseung asked and I sighed. “I don’t know… but it hurts you know? To be rejected… it may not affect you. In fact, you don’t care at all. Tell Jungwon not to talk to me” I said as I left.

Surely eventually… Sooha would win his heart. Like she did to Heeseung.

I would never be their first choice.

jungwon's perspective

“Jungwon” I heard as I saw Heeseung with my jersey... “Why do you have it?” I asked as the boys and Sooha now looked at Heeseung.

“y/n said to not talk to her,” he said and I grabbed his shirt. “What did you do?” I asked now confused and he clicked his tongue as he glared at me.

“I’m not the one leading her on,” he said and I scoffed. “I actually like y/n, you bastard!” I said and he shrugged. 

“Hey you guys shouldn’t be fighting!” Sooha said and it didn’t help.

“I’m not leading her on,” I said and he laughed. “Then why are you so friendly with Sooha?” He asked and I scoffed.

“We’re not friendly” Sooha and I said at the same time.

“That’s why she was watching you guys from that couch as your arm was around her and joking around? You do know how that looks right? She hangs out with us everyday… she links arms with you. You hold her books to class. You really—“ I punched him.

“I like y/n” I said and he scoffed. “And maybe you do but you can’t tell me you don’t feel other things” Heeseung said and I was gonna hit again when I was suddenly held by Sooha. 

“No! Stop hurting each other!” She said as she hugged me. “Like that… I see how her smile disappears when you do things like that” he said and I gently pushed Sooha off me.

“Heeseung, she my soul—agrh” I let out a groan of pain. Jay came to my side to help me… “What happened?” Sunghoon asked and I felt tears from my eyes.

She accepted me not only hours ago... what changed? What did I do wrong? Did I hurt her like Heeseung suggests?

“I was rejected… and this time officially”

y/n's perspective

The next few days I avoided Jungwon at all costs. Heeseung was right… he had to feel something for Sooha. He did a lot of things he’d do for me but for her. 

and even more…

I’d rather save myself the heartache and not compete with her.

Luckily EJ and K have been helping me avoid them. I even met the rest of the Riverfield council. Wonyoung tried her best to answer all the stuco questions on behalf of me the vampire council. 

While Eunchae was making sure I didn’t look over at them. 

I was walking to my dorm tired of everything when… “Sooha isn’t anything to him or even some of us” I heard… I turned around but saw no one. 

I soon turned back towards my dorm when I now saw Sunoo in front of me upside down.

I let out a scream scared of the sudden scare.

“Sorry!” He said while he chuckled softly. He then crouched to the ground picking up the books I dropped.

“y/n” he said with a smile as he held my books. “yes?” I asked and he chuckled. “I’m a bit sad, you know? We’re soulmates yet you didn’t do anything about it” he pouted and I sighed.

I tried getting my books but he wouldn’t give them to me. “You’re really pretty! I was happy that I finally found my soulmate and saw how pretty and cute she was! But you didn’t say anything” he said as I felt my face turn hot.

He pouted with those sparkly eyes of his.

“But seriously? Sooha isn’t anything but a friend to Jungwon and me” Sunoo said and I sighed.

I started walking away from him. I didn't want to hear it...

“Hey! I was talking and I have your books!” He yelled as he caught up to me. “I'm being honest, y/n… I know it might look bad with what we do with Sooha and how she’s always around but she’s just a friend!” He pleaded and I sighed. 

“So Heeseung rejected me for Sooha? How am I sure Jungwon and you won’t? You all have a history with her… you must’ve done things with her before” I said and he stayed quiet…

“I see” I said as I tried getting my books but instead I was now upside down with Sunoo.

I let out another scream surprised at this.

“Ok, you’re right… but everything that happened with Sooha was forced.” He said and I was confused. 

“There’s a time when Niki, Jungwon, and even me forced ourselves to like Sooha romantically… it didn’t feel right. So yeah… we acted couple-ish but it wasn’t anything serious.” He said and I sighed 

“How do I believe you?” I asked and he chuckled. “Well you’re a witch” he said and I knew what he implied.

“I’m not giving you a truth serum” I said and he pouted. “But it would answer all your doubts” he said as he poked my forehead. “Sunoo put her down” I heard as I saw Jungwon on the ground with a bouquet

Suddenly I felt Sunoo pick me up bridal style as we were on the ground 

“Is it normal to feel motion sick?” I asked and he laughed. “y/n please can I talk to you?” Jungwon asked and I sighed. “You can give both of us the truth serum… I guarantee it will work” Sunoo said and I sighed.

“Truth serum?” Jungwon asked. “Yeah! I think everyone is forgetting how y/n is the top witch and top magic user in Bright Sun” Sunoo said and I sighed.

“Yeah! Then you’ll believe me!” Jungwon said and I sighed.

“Fine”

“Here” I said now as I made the truth serums enough for the two boys. 

“Okay… ask us any question!” Suno said and I sighed. “Do you like Sooha?” I asked and they both said “no”.

“Do you love Sooha?” I asked this time to be specific and they both said “no”.

“Did you ever want to be with Sooha?” I asked and they both answered with no.

“Do you like me?” I asked and they smiled. “Yes,” they said. “Do you want to be with me?” I asked and they said “yes”.

“Jungwon, those three weeks that you pursued me… was that all real?” I asked and he smiled. “Yes… I memorized everything about you. Everything you said. I really like you y/n” he said and I nodded. 

“Sunoo, did you take Wonyoung’s coffee yesterday?” I asked and he said “Yes”.

“WAIT!? I DIDN’T MEAN TO– THAT WAS A TRICK!” he yelled and I laughed. “I won’t tell her, but she did go around accusing everyone in the council room,” I said and he nodded with a soft smile. 

“Does... Heeseung love Sooha?” I asked and they looked at each other sadly. “Yes,” they said. “Do I have more than three soulmates?” I asked and they stayed silent.

“Is Niki one of them?” I asked and they looked shocked at my sudden question. “Sunoo, you defended Niki almost as if you didn’t want me to think Niki liked Sooha… so I was wondering if that was because he was also my soulmate,” I said and he said “Yes”.

“Ok… I guess you are telling the truth…” I said and they nodded. “What are your powers?” I asked and Jungwon smiled while Sunoo looked nervous. “Speed!” Jungwon said and Sunoo sighed. “Gravity and mind control” Sunoo said and I was shocked… mind control? “I would never use it on you!” he specified and I nodded. 

“Here” I said as I handed them the antidote. 

“Do you believe me now?” Jungwon asked as he grabbed my hands and I nodded. He lifted me up and hugged me.

“I promise… Sooha isn’t anything but a friend. I’ll talk about boundaries with her” he assured and I nodded. 

“How about me!?” Sunoo asked and I chuckled.

“That’s unfair! You made me work for your acceptance… he should too” Jungwon pouted while Sunoo disagreed. 

“Sunoo… you’ll convince me right?”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for backing out of an art exchange because the person who pulled my name has an art style I really don't like?

In the fandom based Discord I'm in we had a small art exchange last month. Everyone got randomly paired with someone else to exchange art based on their prompts.

I'm a big believer in all art having value and that people enjoy different art styles, but unfortunately the person I was paired with has a really specific art style that I just.

Honestly, I hate it.

Our fandom is soft-anime style, think something like Genshin or similar art. Anime but more rounded off, 3D style.

However this artist has a really sharp, angular, honestly a little strange kind of art style that makes the final result look nothing like the original character design at all except for features like their clothing being the most obvious clue as to who they are.

If you ever read the really old Roald Dahl books with the super pointy, triangular art style, its kind of like that. Huge, super sharp pointy chins and noses, super long faces, all of the eyes drawn in the same long, sideways triangle style.

Its amazing that they have a style they like, but its 100% not my style and I really didn't want to have to fawn over it and share it across my socials when it is clearly the opposite of the art style I like.

I wound up pretending I had an unexpected work trip which meant I had to back out of the exchange (which actually wound up being true, but the trip was only 3 days so it wasn't like I wouldn't have had the 3 other whole weeks to work on my side of the exchange.) I was super polite about it, because again, its not my style but its theirs and I'd never deliberately make someone feel bad about their art.

Well, turns out some genius in our server forgot we all follow each other on Tumblr too and made a post basically laughing about how I had the balls to get out of it and how funny and smart they found it.

The mods sent a screenshot of it into the server and said bullying would not be tolerated and I got a warning for bullying. I pointed out I hadn't lied about the trip and I wasn't even the one who made the post, but they blacklisted talking about it further and made a new rule that if you fail to participate in future exchanges for anything less than like, someone dying or whatever, you get removed from the server completely.

All around nobody is happy about any of it, and there's talks about voting to just veto exchanges completely both because nobody wants to single people out and nobody wants to be forced to fawn over art they don't like.

I'm mostly angry with the person who poked their nose in because before they said anything it was completely fine with me and the other artist. They understood completely, we joked about how shit work is, and they were just going to do an art piece for the server as a whole which I thought was a really cute outcome, but now both of them have gone silent in the server and won't reply to anyone.

What are these acronyms?

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hey could you do a Opla with Zoro x reader x Sanji? Where she is from a world without magic (like ours) and wants to find a way to get back home to her family. An Zoro catches feelings for her. (The restaurant scene but with y/n, making Zoro jelly asf.)

Reader getting isekai'd into One Piece LA?? OH I AM SO DOWN FOR THIS—

And I haven't written Zoro in an actual fanfic yet (on Tumblr at least, and it's been probably over ten years since the last time I DID write him), so again. So unbelievably down for this.

I can already tell this is going to be a little on the long side (spanning from just before Baratie to probably just after Cocoyasi Village), and I'm a little bogged down on my other fics, so here's a preview.

Genres/tropes will include humor, angst, hurt/comfort, slow-burn, love triangle, and honestly who knows what else

::BIG HECKIN EDIT BRO::

Clicky here for the full first chapter

Strawhat Stowaway

Just a preview

Probably gonna be working on this all night this is so much fun I can't

I cannot thank you enough for this anon I needed it

After an alcohol drenched Halloween party at your friends' dorm, you wake up to find yourself in a strange place. This might not have been terribly alarming...if not for the fact that said "strange place" is an entirely different world.

There really hadn't been a dull moment since Zoro agreed to sail with Luffy, and this was definitely no exception.

He blinked rapidly down at the unfamiliar girl stretched across the hammock, in the cabin below the quarterdeck of the Going Merry, fast asleep and dressed in an oddly sterotypical pirate costume with what looked like a fake flintlock pistol tucked into one of her cloth belts. The small "crew" hadn't long set out from Syrup Village with their new caravel, and already things were getting weird again.

He backed out of the cabin slowly, leaning back through the doorway to look at the others behind him—Nami going over the Grand Line chart, Usopp sitting on the railing behind her listening to her explain the Red Line; and Luffy, reclined back on the ship's figurehead, still clearly thrilled that his plan to get a free ship had worked out in his favor, nevermind the hiccup of all of them nearly dying—again.

"Uh—hey, guys?" The other three looked up at him, Nami lifting an eyebrow at his offhand tone. "I...think we have a stowaway."

"Excuse me?" said Nami sharply, immediately rolling up the map.

"Whoa, seriously? We've got a—" Luffy slid down from the figurehead and hopped down onto the deck, excitable as ever and hurrying over with Usopp and Nami to look over Zoro's shoulder. He laughed a little. "Cool."

"Wh—this isn't cool," said Nami, shaking her head at Luffy in disbelief. "It's technically kidnapping."

Luffy's face fell at that. "Oh—yeah, probably not cool. Uh...." He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing between his crewmates. "So...do we turn around and take her back?"

"She's not from Syrup Village." Zoro glanced over his shoulder at Usopp, who looked easily as flummoxed as the rest of them. "I mean, it's not a big town, I know everyone there, and...." He shook his head slowly. "Never seen her before."

Of course it couldn't be that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.

"Then how did she end up on a ship that's been sitting in the shipyard there for years?" said Nami, crossing her arms as she leaned in the doorframe behind Zoro, frowning thoughtfully.

"Five hundred Berry says there was booze involved," offered Zoro, and she scoffed.

"Not taking that bet."

And that was the moment you woke.

Rubbing your eyes, stretching and slowly opening your eyes.

Blinking just as slowly as you seemed to take in the strangers huddled in the doorway.

And then, with a yelp of alarm, you sat straight up, attempting to back yourself against the wall, and fell off of the hammock entirely instead, scooting yourself back into a corner, your eyes wide as saucers.

"Wh—who—where the hell—?"

The crew glanced between each other in growing concern and alarm, and finally, while you continued to stammer in fright in the corner looking very much like a trapped animal, Nami heaved out a sigh. "Not it."

"Not it," Usopp echoed quickly.

Luffy was utterly unfazed, shoving himself into the small confines of the doorframe as well, his shoulder pressed up against Zoro's arm. "Hi there! I'm Monkey D. Luffy, this is my first mate Zoro—" Zoro rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as Luffy clapped him on the shoulder. "So..." He pushed through and sat down in the center of the hammock and you pressed yourself further back against the wall, looking no less terrified. "How come you were asleep on our ship?"

"Sh—ship—?" you repeated breathlessly, glancing warily between him and Zoro. Your eyes landed on the three katanas at his hip and widened even further.

"Yeah! We're going to the Grand Line," Luffy said, grinning happily. "You can come with us, I'm still gathering a crew. I'm gonna be King of the Pi—ow, hey!" he added as Zoro grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Not helping, captain," he said, dragging him out of the cabin. "Just go do—go do something else."

"I am kinda hungry," he said, frowning. Then he waved at Nami and Usopp. "Hey guys, crew meeting in the kitchen!"

Nami grumbled something about not being a crew, but despite that and rolling her eyes, both she amd Usopp followed Luffy across the deck and out of sight, roping Zoro right into dealing with...whatever the hell this was. The swordsman leaned in the doorframe for a long, silent moment, hand curled over his mouth, brow furrowed, trying to decide how to address the issue. The fact that you had no idea where you were was definitely not a huge help in the matter.

He pulled his hand down with a sigh, crossing his arms.

"Alright, so...you got a name?" he asked finally. You swallowed, eyeing his swords again as you forced out your name—and then pointed at the swords.

"A-are those—real?" Your voice practically squeaked.

"Uh...yeah," he said slowly, glancing down at the handles briefly before looking back at you again, raising his eyebrows. He glanced at the obviously fake gun in your belt, and nodded at it. "What about that?"

"N—no, why the hell would I be carrying around a real—" You shook your head quickly, your eyes Stull wide with disbelief. "I was at a Halloween party at my friend's dorm and—"

"Hollow-what?"

You blinked, and gave a small, nervous laugh. "What?" you forced out weakly. "Halloween? Kids go trick-or-treating, college kids use it as an excuse to dress up in stupid costumes and get drunk?"

"Trick-or— college?"

This definitely wasn't helping—you were staring at him like he had lived under a rock his whole life, he was staring at you like you were speaking another language, and you might as well have been. It was pretty clear that wherever you had come from, it hadn't been Syrup Vilage. It probably hadn't been anywhere even in the East Blue.

But that didn't make any sense at all.

"Look," he said, shaking his head, shaking away the growing fog of confusion. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I—ah..." You grimaced a little, wrapping your arms around your knees. "I vaguely remember getting talked into doing a keg stand, one of my friends dropping me, hitting my head pretty hard." You rubbed at your left temple a moment, and frowned when you pulled your hand back. "I swear I was bleeding...." you mumbled to yourself, rubbing at your eyes now.

"So...you got drunk at this... 'Halloween' thing," said Zoro slowly, "hit your head, and...stumbled onto a shipyard to sleep it off?"

That didn't sound right to him—nor did it seem to sound right to you, as you lowered your hand only from your eyes to stare at him, your expression deadpan.

"Last I checked," you said, "there weren't any ships near my campus."

"...Right," he said, nodding slowly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, resting his other elbow at the hilt of one of his katanas, trying to form some grasp of the situation.

And failing spectacularly.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about," you said, your shoulders slumping.

"Nope," affirmed Zoro, shrugging a shoulder. This was by far the weirdest thing that had happened since he had started following Luffy—and considering he had just assisted in saving a millionaire heiress from being murdered by grown adults dressed like cats, that was saying quite a lot. "No idea."

[strawberryshortcake1495]

The Rise and Fall of a Northwest Princess 👑

Now I came up with all of this in a dream I had during a school nap about 5 hours ago, so I’ll just start by explaining what this AU is. This AU is a mashup of the Only Child AU by @Inumari12 (albeit slightly altered), Reverse Portal AU, and Mr. Bill Pines AU by @honeqq (love their art).

Mr. and Mrs. Pines were expecting twins, but the male baby, Mason, was born with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air and thus killing him. The female, Mabel, grew up as an only child who was rejected by her parents and society for being autistic, which to her doesn’t make her any different than all the other kids. She heard countless stories about her stillborn twin brother and really desperately wanted him to survive. To live, to exist alongside her. Maybe he could’ve been autistic too. Maybe she could’ve had a real friend.

One day, her parents sent her off to stay with her great uncles Stanford and Bill for the summer. She was happy to get away from her nasty hometown and was quick to pack her bags and get on the bus. As it drove away, she swore she saw her mother looking relieved to have her gone. When she got there, she was surprised to find out Grunkle Ford was the owner of a successful company who created this thing called “Oddology” (whatever that means). Ford was very warm and friendly to his great niece, but then Mabel asked where Grunkle Bill was. Ford simply told her he was in the basement but it was best not to go down there because of all the “anomalous” mechanics. But his niece was Mabel Pines. If you tell her not to do something, you know damn well she’s gonna do it.

Shenanigans pursue, and Mabel finds out her lovely Grunkle Bill was actually just some one-eyed yellow triangle. Ford calmly explained to her that Bill was an inter-dimensional chaos demon who fell in love with Ford. Bill is a little silly but he’s seriously not a bad guy. Fiddleford and Stan would beg to differ, though. Ford and Fiddleford had a falling out because of his relationship with Bill and for some strange reason, Fiddleford managed to contact Stan (Ford still doesn’t know how he got his number) and send him down to Gravity Falls to talk some sense into his brother while his mind deteriorated away due to the memory gun. Stuff happens, and Stan gets pushed through the portal. Bill secretly feels super guilty about this and helped his husband with trying to bring him back. Ford doesn’t tell Mabel this until after Stan comes out of the portal, though.

Mabel spends some time with Bill and they click easily. Knowing that he’s practically a god who can do anything he wants, she tells him one simple thing. She wants her brother back. Bill doesn’t resurrect Mason cause deep down he knows the boy was always meant to die at birth so instead he creates this phantom clone with no face and his whole body is pitch black (except for his fluffy brown hair). Mabel names him “Dipper” and decides he is enough. Then she gets to work on knitting clothes for him. She only knits sweaters cause Dipper was born wearing his red shirt, grey shorts, and white socks (obviously he didn’t spawn naked). Dipper doesn’t speak but communicates through noises, actions, body language, or just messages written in blood. Despite his unnerving appearance, Dipper is actually really sweet and polite, always doing what Mabel asks of him.

In a giant International Institute building with nothing but a man, his demon husband, a little girl and her monster brother, along with officers and workers studying anomalies, what can go wrong? Mabel knows deep in her heart that this will be the best summer ever!

[patchwork-crow-writes]

You're getting another Susie observation/theory from me today! Wow, what a great 2-4-1 value :P

So, that part right before Chapter 2 ends, where Susie brings up the town festival, apropos of absolutely nothing, and then asks Kris - who would you take with you, Noelle or Ralsei? And then you, the player, get to choose who you'd go to the festival with. And you don't think all that much about it, because hey, it's a bit of fun, the chapter's coming to a close, and we can sort-of gauge how Kris feels about the various options (spoiler warning - they'd want to take Susie).

But I'm surely not the only one who thinks there's something a little... strange about the whole thing, right?

Let me explain: Susie's whole shtick is that she's incredibly direct and blunt with everyone, EXCEPT in instances where she wants to do something, but admitting that would make her lose face in some way, or damage her "tough bully" image. In these instances, she makes it seem like her arm is being twisted, or she's otherwise doing so reluctantly.

Exhibit A: inquiring about learning to ACT and SPARE

Exhibit B: Hanging out with Kris after Chapter 2 ends

And note the way that Susie brings up the question to Kris. See the similarities?

When you consider this, coupled with the ways that Susie's friendships with both Ralsei and Noelle have deepened throughout Chapter 2, it brings up a significant possibility that she isn't actually asking Kris who they would go to the festival with, but wants to use their answer to figure out who SHE should go to the festival with.

And that presents some very intriguing possibilities for future chapters, not the least intriguing being that we could end up with an unrequited love triangle on our hands, with Kris liking Susie, Susie liking Ralsei, and Ralsei liking Kris. Which imagine the drama that would cause, both in-universe and out...

Please discuss the ramifications of this theory amongst yourselves :P

[vampire-meta-knight]

Goth DIY: Altered Clothing part 1

Since some of you crafty goths were interested in seeing the clothing I've altered, I decided to compile it all in one place! I hope I can inspire your creations,give you ideas, and teach you new techniques. This will be a long post, since I've been making alterations to my clothing since high school, which also means some of these projects aren't as polished as others, since they were made when I was newer to DIY and have mistakes I've since learned from, but that's okay! Goth doesn't have to be polished and perfect, and don't let the fear of mistakes stop you from creating!

I've already done posts about the shorts and pants I've gothified, so part 1 will focus on t-shirts, camisoles, and button-up shirts. Part 2 will have sweaters, skirts, and dresses. Some alterations are as easy as adding safety pins or lace trim, and others involve more sewing. Lots of these are very beginner-friendly projects and take less than an hour. All of these items were completely plain when I got them--anything metal, lace, embroidered, or painted that you see was added by me. I'll add more about each garment in the image descriptions. As always, feel free to message me if you want better or more thorough instructions or DIY advice. I'm here to be a resource to my fellow crafters! <3

(Also, please pardon the cat hair and my hair on the clothes--I don't take perfect pictures. A couple pics are also old since those shirts are in storage so I could make room for my winter wardrobe, so you'll notice a change in backdrop and a dirty mirror.)

Let's start with t-shirts and camisoles! Use an old shirt, a thrifted shirt, a shirt from Walmart, etc.! I like to get plain unisex t-shirts from Walmart and paint on them using freezer paper stencils, bleach them, shred them, and/or add safety pins to them. The camis also came from Walmart, and I changed the necklines and added lace trim to make them cuter.

To make a sweetheart neckline on a cami, you can cut it, or you can just pinch the middle and sew it into place (I did that for all of them except the black and white one--that one ended up a little lower-cut than I meant it to, so I decided to stick with the pinching method). The lace trim I used on the black camis isn't stretchy, but still works just fine, as long as you pin it into place while you're wearing the shirt and stretch the shirt a bit as you sew to maintain stretch in those areas. Stretchy lace, like I used on the pink and red camis, works a bit better, but is harder to find. I still like pinning the lace while I'm wearing the shirt to get the placement down, but if you wear a bra, make sure you're wearing the one you plan on wearing with the shirt while placing the lace. I found it doesn't sit right with bras that fit a little differently than the one I based the placement on.

The long-sleeved Emily the Strange shirt has a neat detail, albeit a wonky one because my placement is a bit off sometimes. You'll notice two little striped triangles at the bottom. I cut slits in the shirt and added triangles of striped stretchy fabric, then sewed zippers over top of them to hide the seams and add extra detail. I also sewed the zippers on with red thread for contrast.

My button-ups are a bit more involved. I treat them like how I treat shorts--patches, lace, embroidery, pins, grommet tape, D-rings, charms, chains, oh my! The pink one is my most recent, and I'm so proud of it. All of the patches came from ToothxNail on Etsy, except the Rat King patch, which came from Katiewhittleart on Etsy. The flowers on the collar were buttons that I glued onto flat-back pins from a craft store (I used E6000 glue). Made super quick collar pins that I can remove when washing the shirt or put on something else when I want.

The orange button-up was by far the simplest. I just added lace trim to the cuffs and cropped it (it had been high-low, but I wanted to wear it tucked into a skirt and the long back was annoying me). I also added collar clips with a chain that I got at a craft fair, but that's more like styling an accessory with it than altering it, since I can just un-clip them.

The leather jacket is old and doesn't fit well, so I don't wear it anymore, but I kept it because it was my first leather jacket. Adding the sew-on studs and faux-fur trim on the neck took the longest. You'll also notice that a mouse chewed a hole in the outer shell on the pocket.

Part 2

[inkydavinkygal]

Super Why Theory #2: Power Paige's Existence

Recently, we were introduced to a new Super Reader: Power Paige, who has the power to write. She's equipped with her Power Pencil and while most of the new show, Super Why's Comic Book Adventures, focuses on her and her Super Reader friends fighting villains in Reader Valley. However, as I rewatched the twenty or so episodes, I began to theorize something surrounding Power Paige.

She doesn't exist. Okay, hearing that out of context makes no sense. This isn't one of those coma theories or "everything was in their head" theories. What I mean is "Power Paige isn't a real kid like the Super Readers are, but a drawing that came to life."

Still not understanding what I'm saying? Well, don't you worry: I'll go deeper in my theory.

Explanation One: The World Of Super Why

In Super Why, the plot of the show has four, later five, superheroes jump into various books, mainly fairytales, related to their problems at hand (ie: Red having trouble fitting in with the rest of the girls in the village results in the Super Readers jumping into Cinderella). Now, whenever they jump into books, they maintain their 3D forms while the rest of the world remains 2D, as seen here.

Throughout the show, the Super Readers never change their forms, except once: Woofster and the Pet Pack. In this episode, Whyatt creates his own comic book, Woofster and the Pet Pack, which features Woofster and his animal superhero buddies, Mrs. Meow and Dina-Bunny. When they enter the book, Woofster runs offscreen and transforms into his 2D self from the book, the only time we've seen him do this! In fact, there's no mention there was another Woofster in the book, unlike how in episodes jumping into Red's (Little Red Riding Hood) or Pig's (The Three Little Pigs), there's already storybook incarnations of them. I can only assume Woofster did this to not freak out his Pet Pack pals from thinking they were stuck in a comic book (which is somewhat true).

Now, what did that have to do with Power Paige? Well, like I mentioned before, Power Paige and Super Why's Comic Book Adventures takes place in Reader Valley, a place mentioned twice in the original series that takes place in the comic-book world. And whenever the Super Readers visited, they stuck out like sore thumbs due to their 3D-ness. But in SWCBA, they're... 2D?!

Now, the change in art style might throw this theory off it's tracks, but I believe it makes it stronger. Just like how Woofster could shift from 3D to 2D, the Super Readers (minus Pig and Woofster) learned this ability as to not freak Power Paige out and not blow their cover. I mean, how would you feel seeing your best friends are a whole different dimension of thickness from yourself?

Explanation Two: The Character of Power Paige

As stated, Power Paige is the newest member of the Super Readers, or is training to be a Super Reader. We aren't given a lot of information on how the Super Readers met her, how she discovered her powers, or anything else besides what's been stated here. But what I have noticed is her design is strangely similar to her superhero buddies. For example -The triangles on her shoes match Alpha Pig's symbol, which are triangles. -Red's brown eyes (I know more than one person can have brown eyes, but come on: she and Red have nearly the same eyes. -Her Power Pencil shares a strong resemblance to Super Why's Why Writer. -Shares yellow and orange hues to Alpha Pig.

Now, having similarities to her friends can just be seen as her first superhero outfit being inspired by her favorite superheroes, but I'll continue. In the new character trading cards, we're shown that Wonder Red, Princess Presto, and Super Why have upgraded/new powers.

Pretty cool! Now, what did Power Paige get?

"Super Fan" and "Positivity" Hmm.. interesting. Why do her friends get power-ups while Paige is just given character traits? These sound something like you'd give to an original character, trying to figure out what traits fit this character best. And that's exactly where this next point is heading.

Explanation Three: The Missing Pig

Anybody who has seen SW: CBA knows two of the main five, Alpha Pig and Woofster, are absent in the series. The only reason given for their absence is that they're on vacation, and while I do wholeheartedly believe they deserve it, it begs the question: is that the only reason why they're gone? In the episode, "Outta Compound Words", we're introduced to two things: Power Paige's dolly (who might I add looks strikingly similar to Alpha Pig) and her "house", which looks more like an apartment than anything. From what we know, Power Paige has never seen Alpha Pig, but is clearly a fan of him, and might even be her favorite.

Now, here's where I'm going to explain my theory... Alpha Pig CREATED Power Paige. Or better yet, he was creating his own comic book featuring Power Paige (and updated versions of the classic Reader's Valley supervillains) when she came to life.

This surprised everyone, mainly Pig and Princess Pea (who I fully believe brings the books to life with her magic before any of her friends enter). Like we've seen in episodes like "Woofster and The Pet Pack", "A Day with Farmer Fred", "Attack of More Man," and such, storybook/comic book characters are aware when the Super Readers enter and even seem to be local celebrities in these in-universe book worlds. They've stated repeatedly that they only follow what's laid out for them in text, even if it's bad, and I believe most of the time, the story shifts back to normal once they leave (to not raise suspicion to any authors in the area).

However, Power Paige was different: Pig wrote her to be another member of the Super Readers, thus giving her "the power to write" (or I like to call reality-bending). This small detail brought the character to life even if her superhero friends weren't in her comic book. It didn't catch their attention until they reread some of Reader Valley's comic books and noticed not only did More Man and the Eraser had newer designs, but there were other villains! Even if they surprised her, the Super Readers grew to like her and made this their new mission. To combat the sudden arrival of this new member, the older three (Red, Whyatt, and Princess Pea) help Power Paige understand her abilities better/train her whilst Pig stays behind creating more issues/problems for Power Paige to tackle. Woofster is also there to be by Pig's side and to help keep track of Power Paige's progress. The reason Power Paige has some similarities to the others design/outfit-wise is that Pig admires his older friends, and thus incorporated traits into his OC from them. Cause that just sounds cute. And even though he's still not ready to make his first appearance to Power Paige, he gives her a stuffed animal "dolly" for Power Paige, while the others promise to turn 2D whenever they visit her to not freak her out. One day, they'll reveal the truth to her.. Now, you might be asking. "Well, why did Pig make Power Paige a human instead of an animal if he created her?" Well, when creating an OC, especially ones based of his closest friends (who are humans), Pig got that for Power Paige. Of course, he didn't know Power Paige would have him as her favorite, but he did create her. Plus, in (once again mentioning) "Woofster and the Pet Pack", Woofster's pet pals, Mrs. Meow and Dina-Bunny look strikingly similar to a familiar princess and a skater girl...

Honestly, I think it's cute how while Whyatt based his human superhero friends as animals (that actually do quite fit one another personality-wise, as rabbits are filled with energy and cats are fitting with Princess Pea's royal status/she had a pet kitten in the show), Pig made his own character after a human based off his human friends. -------- Anyways... that's all I have to say! This was just a fun theory I've been storming with my friends on Discord about. For all we know, I could be totally wrong, but that's the fun with theories: they can be 100% wrong but they're fun to come up with from the limited amount of proof given. Have a good wherever timezone you guys are, and let me know if you have any questions, replies, or counterarguments to my theory! Bye bye!

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 9: A night to remember

Dipper POV

"Pinetree!" I hear Bill shout, disturbing my sightseeing.

I sigh, turning around and walking inside. "Yes, Bill?"

"I just wanted to introduce you to the interdimensional criminals and nightmares I call my friends! Eight ball -"

"Cryptos, zanthar, teeth, keyhole, hexagon, morphing shape, Pyronica, pacifier, and those flying eyeballs currently creating your throne of stone humans as we speak." I said, cutting him off while looking at his friends blankly. I know who they all are. I pacifically remember eight ball and teeth.

Bill pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "well alright wise guy."

"Bill, where did you get this puppet from?" Eight ball said.

"Yeah! He's sucking the joy from this party!" Teeth shouts while holding a glass of wine.

"I don't know you two. He's kind of cute." Pyronica said, stepping uncomfortably closer to me.

"Oh, shut up horn face. You flirt with anything that moves." Keyhole said while pushing her. The two begin to fight over matters that did not concern me.

I feel someone... or something behind me. I jump, turning around while subconsciously pulling my pocket knife out. I hear everyone burst into laughter, except Bill. I glance at him, the look of pity colored his features, but is quickly masked by a wide grin.

"What use could this flesh bag be?" Pacifier said, in a threatening tone.

Before I can fire back at the damn thing, Bill cuts it. "Quiet down! If it wasn't for pinetree here, none of this would be possible! Treat him with a little respect, and no one gets hurt. Or killed. Depends on my mood."

No one said a word. They look shock, some whispering and questioning Bill's response. I sigh. Now I'm irritated, and nothing good happens when I'm irritated.

"Why is it so quiet?! Let's party!" Bill cheers.

The tense atmosphere quickly vanishes, replaced by cheers and loud music. I cringe, the loud music giving me a headache.

"Bill." I call out nervously through my mind, hoping he can hear me.

I watch as Bill glances at me from his throne. He slowly floats down towards me. "Yes, my pinetree?" He hums calmly.

"The music is giving me a headache... And bringing bad memories. I'm going to look around. And think of a plan to break the dome."

Bill nods his head in understanding, petting my head as if I'm a dog. I slap his hand away with a frown. "Ok. Just call my name if you need anything."

"Fine. But no petting me. This will not become a thing."

"Awwwww, but it's so cute watching you get all flustered~"

I blush unwillingly, turning away from him. "Fuck off!"

As I voice my response through my mind, one of Bill's friends calls him over for a round of 'spin the human' he looks at me with a smirk. "See ya pinetree!"

I roll my eyes, beginning my journey around the triangle shaped castle. It's strange....remembering how Bill nearly killed both Mable and I. How everyone thought he was gone the moment Stan memories were erased. I'm sure it didn't take Ford Long to realise that Bill simply returned to the mindscape of his dimension.

I chuckle, tracing my fingers along the wall. I smile bitterly as I begin to laugh. "The moment everything went back to normal my life slowly... but surely became a living hell. She had the nerve to cry.. in front of me?! That bitch!" I shout, punching the wall. I hiss, looking down at my now bloody knuckle. I sigh, "I really need to calm down and -"

I'm cut off by a strong shove to the shoulder, pushing me to the ground. "Ack! Hey, what the hell-"

I'm cut off yet again by a kick to the stomach. I gag, struggling to breathe since the wind is knocked out of me. I look up to see Pacifier. I clench my jaw in anger. "What the hell is your prob- AH!"

I cry out from him, picking me up by my hair. I felt my body begin to shake from fear and frustration. This is bringing back memories I wish never existed.

"You're nothing flash bag. Just a pathetic, weak human. Bill helped you achieve his own goal while using you. Face it human, you're nothing but a skin puppet." It's deep voice said, venom dripping from its tone.

I feel tears welling in my eyes as I bite down on my lip as it starts to bleed. I spit in its face, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Fuck. You. You damn baby demon!" I shout.

Its face stays stone cold, showing no expression. It reaches for my arm, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly. I whimper and shout in agony, hearing the bone snap out of place. I close my eyes, thinking of one name... the only being I know I can trust.

"Bill!"

Within a millisecond, I feel a par of strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly and protectively. I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a very angry Bill. I glance around, noticing a hole in the wall, smoke flowing out of Bill's index finger. He looks down at me worriedly. "Are you alright, pinetree?"

I smile but whince in pain. "M-my arm...."

He looks at my arm, the rage in his eyes growing. "Oh... Don't think human arms bend that way.." he said and poked it.

"Ack! Bill, you idiot stop! Just fix it!"

"Uh...are you sure? It's going to hurt. I'm not a gentle demon, you know."

I chuckle. "I don't want to meet a gentle demon. That'll be weird, don't you think?"

"Oh, the irony! Anyways, get ready...three two-"

I shout in pain, my eyes watering. "B-BILL YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO COUNT TO ONE! NOT END AT TWO! YOU IDIOT DORITO!"

He simply shrugs his shoulders, which only makes me want to strangle him. "You should be grateful I fixed it."

"No. That hurt so bad..." I whine, slowly moving my now fixed arm. "What happened to um....Pacifier?"

"I blast him through the wall. Glad he didn't come back inside. I would've killed him."

I roll my eyes, wiggling out of his arms. "Isn't there a room where I can rest? And plan for our next move?"

Bill nods his head but grabs my hand. "Always reading and planning! Why don't you loosen up a bit?"

"No thanks. The sooner we break down the dome, the sooner -"

"Everyone, listen up! Go and break down that dome! And don't back back until you're black and blue in the face!" Bill shouts, everyone leaving except cryptos.

"I....I'm already black in the face..." He points out with a wide grin.

"LEAVE!" Bill shouts, his form red and suddenly huge.

Cryptos yelps, running to the entrance and jumping out. Bill calms down, turning to face me with a wicked grin. "Now we are all alone. So, no lame human excuses."

I groan, placing my thumb and index finger against the bridge of my nose. "Alright, fine, fine. What do you want to do, Bill?"

He floats around me in circles, rubbing his hand against his chin while he thinks. A lightbulb appears over his head before disappearing in blue flames. He looks at me with a devilish grin, leaning closely to my face.

"Remember the time you had against that tree? After killing those three flesh bags?"

I blush heavily, looking away from him. "Y-yes....what about it?"

"I want to do things of that nature! What's it called...sex? We reproduce differently as demons."

"Y-you want to sleep with me? N-now?!" I shout in complete embarrassment.

"What? Do you not want me?" Bill questions in a mocking tone, enjoying the scene before him.

"O-of course I want you! I-Its just...subben....coming from you." I admit. There's no point in lying.

"Great!" He picks me up and snaps his fingers.

We appear in a huge bedroom. The colors consist of red, yellow, gold, and black. Typical Bill. He throws me on the bed, which is surprisingly soft. He stares at me from the foot of the bed, his hands behind his back.

"Wh-what?" I ask nervously. "Why are you just standing there?"

"Put on a show for me. Like the one I mentioned before."

I'm sure my face is completely red at this point. It's different doing it while thinking about him... but in front of him!? Well, technically, he was watching me in the forest....he even - NO!

"B-Bill I can't...it's to em-embarrassing...."

He frowns, snapping his fingers as my clothes disappear. "I don't think I asked. I gave you an order....now do it."

I blush heavily, the dominace oozing from him in waves. "Y-yes Bill..." I whisper, losing my composer.

"I can't hear you, pinetree. Louder. And you look at me when I'm talking to you."

I look up at him, placing two fingers in my mouth. "Yes, Bill." I said, not breaking eye contact.

I turn around, my back facing him. I lower myself into the bed, my back arched and ass up. He demands a show, and that's what I'll grant him. I remove my saliva covered fingers from my mouth, rubbing them against my hole before sliding them in.

"F-.....Fuuuuck~" I moan, slowly moving my fingers in and out, readying myself for Bill.

"Look at me." He said with a frown through his teeth.

I turn my head to look at him, the sounds of my moans and sticky fingers going in and out of me filling the room. I stare into his eyes, enjoying the fire beneath them.

"B-Bill~," I moan loudly, pushing my fingers deep inside.

I notice him shift, becoming bothered by the tent in his dress pants. I smirk as he frowns. He leans over the bed, pulling my fingers out and replacing them with his.

"Bill! Aaahh~"

He uses his other hand to reach down and grab my neck, lifting me up so that I'm leaning against him. He squeezes tightly but gently. I moan out, enjoying the heat rush through my body from his touch.

"You smirking at me like that? It seems like you were mocking me. Were you pinetree?" He whispers in my ear before blowing and biting it.

"Nn-aahhh...n-no bill I wasn't- aahh!" I cry out, feeling him slide his fingers even deeper, twisting them around.

"And now you lie to me? Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, but you would like that now, wouldn't you? Damn slut."

I whimper at his words. I didn't think Bill can say such terms. He changes our positions. He's now resting against the head of the bed, his legs stretched out with a smirk on his face.

He licks his lips before resting his hands behind his head. "Undress me. Now."

I waste no time taking his shoes off. I undo the zipper to his pants, pulling them down quickly. My eyes widen to the huge boner poking against his underwear. I stare into his eyes, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his yellow dress shirt.

"You're going to regret teasing me like this pinetree." He growls.

I remove his bowtie, throwing it to the ground. I lean closer to give him a kiss on his neck. "I think I'll enjoy whatever you have in store." I hum, kissing down his chest and stomach.

I slowly remove his underwear, his boner spaking me in my face. I stare at his length in shock. IT'S HUGE! I hear him chuckle, making me look at him. "B-Bill it's so -"

"Less talking, more sucking pinetree."

I glup, slowly wrapping my hand around him. I feel myself break out into a nervous sweat. "I have to be great for Bill...." I thought to myself before sliding his tip into my mouth.

I feel him tense as he grips my hair harshly. I glance up at him, slowly forcing more of him into my mouth. He relaxes as his head leans back.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~ j-just like that Dipper.." he goans, gripping my hair a bit tighter.

I whimper, bobbing my head up and down at a slow pace while gripping and twisting my hand around the rest. I twirl my tongue around his tip, sucking roughly.

Bill moans and looks down at me. "O-oh damn...Y-you can do better than that dipper~," he said, reaching over to slap my ass.

I yelp, lift my head up for air, and drool all over his dick. I stare into his eyes and lick my lips. "Yeah... you're right." I hum before taking a quarter of his left in my mouth, leaving a little of his length so I won't gag. I move my head up and down quickly while twisting and twirling my tongue, flicking his tip a few times. I feel spit slip pass my lips as I suck roughly.

He tenses, placing his other free hand deep into my brown locks. "F-Ffff! Fuck! D-Dipper~....s-so close!" He groans out, his breathing becoming irregular.

He forces my head down, taking him whole into my mouth. I gag as my eyes water, feeling his body begin to shake slightly. "P-PINETREE!~" Bill shouts, cumming loads into my mouth as his eyes roll back.

I glup everything down, pulling my head up as I gasp. I cough, glaring at him. "Bill, you idiot-"

He smiles, but his eyes are still in the back of his head. "Oh, pinetree.....And I thought pain was hilarious...that was damn comical." He said, his eyes turning back to normal but in a daze.

I raise an eyebrow in worry. "Uh Bill..are you alright, h-hey!-"

He cuts me off by pulling me into his lap, slapping both ass cheeks. "I'm not done just yet, pinetree." I yelp, blush covering my face. He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my face down to his as he slams his lips to mine. I hum, slowly closing my eyes. I grind my ass against his dick, enjoying the soft hums in between kisses.

I pull away, looking at him with begging eyes. "B-Bill...please...make me yours."

"You need a little education in the begging deportment." Bill chuckles, rubbing his length in between my ass cheeks.

"A-ah! please! Oh, Bill, pleaseeee~ I'll do anything!"

He raised an eyebrow, moving his hands to my waist. "Then ride it. Ride it like you own it."

I don't argue. Bill knows just how long I wanted this. He knows how long I wanted to be his. To be one with each other. This...is all I've ever wanted.

I slowly lower myself onto him and tighten my grips on his shoulders. I hiss at the burning sensation, my body feeling as if it's on fire. "B-Bill I-I.."

"Shhhhhhh." He whispers into my ear. Take your time, baby... I'm all yours..ahhh~" he moans, licking the top of my ear.

I whine, my hole slowly but surely adjusting to his size. I begin moving my hips slowly, my back arching with each thrust. "O-oh yesssss~" I moan.

Bill watches me with a lustful gaze. "Yeah....j-just like that... you're doing great, my little pinetree aahhh~, he moans, leaning his head down to lick my left nipple while also pitching and pulling the other. "Y-you're so tiiiiight!"

My eyes roll back, moving my hips faster. "Yes! M-more Bill, please!" I beg.

He starts sucking on my nipple again, flicking his tongue against it. My mind goes completely blank as I stop my movements, tensing up around him. The pleasure is to much, to much to concentrate on riding him.

"B-B-Bill.....h-help please...t-to much..so gooood~" I whine.

"As you wish my dear pinetree..." He said while spreading my ass checks, ramming into me.

His deep, long strokes start off slow and gentle but quickly become rough and sloppy. I cry out in pure ecstasy, drool sliding down the corners of my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, screaming to the feeling of him slamming into my prostate.

"YES YES YES! R-RIIIIIIGHT THERE~" I cry, tears appearing on the corners of my eyes.

"I-I'm close p-pinetree.... FUCK! Dipper~" Bill moans before biting down into my neck, feeling his teeth sink into my flesh.

I slam my hips down, meeting him with his thrust. "FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSSSS!~ C-CUMMING....c-cumming~" I shout, my body and hole tensing around him. I cling onto him for dear life, waiting to calm down from my high.

Bill cums seconds later, filling my me with his sticky, thick fluids. I feel my body burn from head to toe as if it's on fire, but in a good way. I rest my head against his, goosebumps appearing all over my body, even my face.

Bill pants, coming down from his high. "W-wow...pinetree that was -"

"Amazing..." I smile, kissing his lips softly. "I feel... so hot..." I yawn, closing my eyes.

Bill picks me up from his lap. He lays down, placing me next to him and my head on his chest. "We did just have a very 'heated' session." He smirks.

I open up eyes and look at him, frowning. "Your puns are not funny." I said blankly, yawning again.

Bill pouts, rolling his eyes. "Whatever..." He said while snapping his fingers, the lights turning off in our room.

I hum against his chest, closing my eyes. I can't shake the burning blaze of heat resting in my heart, brain, and core. It feels...off yet comforting and soothing.

"I love you... Bill..." I whisper, not knowing if it was loud enough for him to hear.

Before I hear or wait for a response, my mind shuts down for sleep, replaying the events of this night on repeat.

This will forever be a night to remember..