#I hope ants infest your home

[swampstew]

Choke and die on my dick, kellyanne

[mistress-of-vos]

If you want, I would LOVE Ra's/Tim "I don't want to scare you away with my... infatuation" bonus one or both of them is covered in blood. I hope you don't mind but anything you write is always so delicious. I live for your fics ngl ♡

Sorry you had an 🐜 problem- they're so annoying 🙄

~Lady Lilac (on anon because I don't need an ant infestation of my own rip) ♡♡♡

// Thanks for the prompt, Lilac! 💚💜 //

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In retrospective, Tim should be grateful.

However, it was hard to put a smile on his lips and say 'Thank you' when everything around him was death and blood. And Tim wasn't sorry per se, yet he couldn't be glad either. All the violence and blood around him was his fault, in a way.

Ra's had come to save him, and during that, the demon's head had killed every single one of Tim's kidnappers.

They were a cult; a horrible group of people who had killed too many innocents. Tim wasn't sorry, but he wasn't happy with their death either. Not that it mattered too much, as Tim was still shaking and restraining his nausea as Ra's picked him up.

It was - it was a lot of blood. On Tim's white clothes (because his kidnappers were cliche, and they wanted a virgin sacrifice) and Ra's' silk cape. Over Ra's' left cheek, a particularly deep cut had found its way, leaking dark carmine all the way to his beard and chin.

"You.. You came," Tim whispered, holding himself on Ra's' shoulders and gasping at the view of the corpses behind them. Outside, below Gotham's cold night, loyal ninjas waited for them silently.

"Why did you rescue me?" Tim wondered, nervous at Ra's' silence as they got into a car, soon leaving the scene of the crime. Tim wasn't surprised when, through the dark window, he saw the building going in fire.

Ra's hummed, pushing Tim softly in the seat and taking out a handkerchief from God knew where to rub gently against Tim's pale face.

"Okay, if you don't say anything..."

"I came because I care, Timothy."

And thing was that Tim knew that. And Tim cared as well. But they never talk about such things, then again, Tim had been at the edge of dying and, moreover, dying at hands of someone who wasn't Ra's.

"If you care," Tim started, clinging to Ra's and pushing the handkerchief away, "then you show it in the strangest way I have seen."

Ra's looked away for a moment, yet showing more emotion than he had ever showed to most people in his life. It was a curious gesture, eyes hiding and mouth frowning, jaw clenched in what seemed to be an internal conflict.

"I don't want to scare you away with my... Infatuation" he said, looking back at Tim with that unreal pair of green eyes of his, "I do not love in traditional ways."

"That's why you do things like this but won't kiss me?" Tim asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could even consider the weight they possesed, "I'm not scared of you. I have never been."

Ra's blinked exactly two times, and then laughed.

A deep, amused laugh as his hands pulled Tim by the neck, the younger man now uncomfortably held in place by the immortal.

"You'd be scared, Timothy."

Tim knew that.

"Probably, but still..." and Tim raised his hand, caressing Ra's' face, "It's hard to be scared. No one has been as kind to me as you."

Ra's took Tim's hand, bringing it to his lips and brushing the hurt knuckles sweetly.

"You really are something else, Timothy."

(Tim didn't go back home that night. After all, Ra's was a villain, and villains didn't like to let go of pretty birds that were so rare and difficult to catch).

[wellthatschaotic]

chronic illness/pain is like. you have ants in your house. but its not a big deal its just a few ants right? and one day you're talking to someone and say something like "i hate when the ants eat the ingredients of a meal i was just planning to make, cuz then i can't make the meal unless i substitute something weird aha" and your friend goes "...ants?" and apparently most people Don't have ants in their house constantly. like occasionally they do, especially if they leave sugary foods out or never clean or something, but it's not Normal, maybe you should talk to someone about it

so you go to a bug exterminator and he says well did you try cleaning? are you leaving any food out? are you sure all the windows and doors are all the way closed? and you say yes they always have been, you don't know how or why the ants got in. and he says well maybe just clean more.

so you find another exterminator, who has more experience with ants, and he recommends a pesticide, so you go back home hopeful. and maybe for a day or so it works, but then the ants come right back, and now the pesticide is starting to make your lungs hurt and shit. so you to back and say hey it didn't work. and he goes okay fine. and gives you another one. and now you're still hopeful but not as much as before. so you spray the pesticide and maybe for a day or so it works, but the ants still come back, and this one makes your throat hurt and your eyes water. so you go back to the exterminator and say these pesticides aren't working, and he says maybe it's a different problem, maybe it's the house, why don't you talk to an architect?

so you go okay fine and go find an architect, and at this point the ants are getting worse and worse and you feel like you're constantly running out of food and feel dirty. and the architect says no the house looks fine, i don't see a place ants could get in. and you say i know, but there are ants. and he says well have you tried just cleaning more?

so you go to a yet another exterminator, pretty exhausted at this point. he goes well are you sure you're cleaning? and when you say yes and it's getting harder to clean because of all the ants. and he recommends a pesticide and you say you've already tried that, it didn't work and made your lungs hurt. and he says well if there's nowhere for the ants to get in and the pesticide isn't working, there must not be ants. maybe you're making it up. and you want to beg him to look closer but he doesn't.

at this point ants are invading everything. your food, your bed, your bathroom, you can't do anything without ants present. and you ask around for help or answers, and the responses you get are "well have you tried cleaning?"

and now it's getting harder and harder to clean. and one day you see a cockroach. so immediately you go to an exterminator and say hey, there's cockroaches now too. and he goes where are they coming from? have you tried this pesticide? and you say i don't know where they're coming from, pesticides don't work. and he says have you tried cleaning?

so you try another architect, and you say surely there is somewhere these things are getting in. and he glaces around and says no, i don't see anything, there must not be ants. and you go how can you say that, they're right there, eating my bread. and he goes have you tried cleaning?

so now you have an ant and a roach infestation, and feeling worse and worse every day. and you look online for help. and the answers you get are "have you tried cleaning?" and "try this special homemade pesticide!" and "avoid dairy!" (and briefly wonder what dairy even has to do with anything)

so you keep scrolling and find "ant infestations aren't real" and "uh no one has ants AND cockroaches, you're clearly lying for internet points"

at this point, people in real life are noticing something is wrong, you're acting weird and gross all the time, what's wrong with you. and you tell them. and they say well have you tried cleaning?

until finally. you see someone else talking about their ant infestation. except...lightheartedly. it's a meme about ants stealing bread. so you dm them and say hey, uh, why are you joking about this. and they say well if i'm gonna have ants, might as well crack jokes about it, right? and you say how can you possibly do that, it's miserable. and they say they've found things that help. and you're bracing yourselves for "pesticides" or "cleaning". but they say have you tried sealing your food up, or having a hanging pantry? it doesn't fully stop them, but it helps. and they give you strategies that finally, actually help. and you start to feel like you can breathe again, even though you wish someone had listened to you sooner, before it got this bad.

and now you have the ants relatively under control- they're still there, but there's less and they're manageable, save for a few flare-ups once in a while. except now you also have cockroaches. so you go to your internet friend and say how do you deal with the cockroaches? and they say pesticides. and you say those don't work. and they say yeah they don't work for my ants but they do work for the cockroaches. so you go to another exterminator and say you have ants and cockroaches, and he does indeed recommend a pesticide. so you give in and spray the pesticide and a few days later...they're gone. maybe only a rare handful cockroaches left. finally.

and someone says "all pesticides are bad!" and "pesticides just mean you're dirty or bad at cleaning!" and the cockroaches are gone so you think well, i don't need the pesticide anymore, and you stop applying it. and the cockroaches come right back. they were gone because of the pesticide, you have to keep applying it to keep them gone.

and people start saying are you sure you want to live the rest of your life spraying pesticides? and you say well, i wouldn't be able to live in my house much more without them, so yeah. and their pity is just annoying at this point.

and whenever you complain about ant or cockroach flare-ups, the answer you always get: "have you tried cleaning?"

but at least now you have an online support system, a group of people who finally, actually understand, and even relate. and you've even found people in real life who understand, or at least are compassionate and patient. and you think yeah. maybe i can cope.

[awsugar]

as a fellow 28 year old still living with her mom, i feel the struggle, my mom goes into my room whenever i leave and moves things around (idk) i'm so sorry you gotta deal w/your dad doing shit like that you, it's fucked up and not okay and i hope you can move into a better situation soon <3

im so sorry. he doesnt do it all the time but he does go in my room sometimes and specifically what happened this time was last week on thursday i had a bug infestation in my room and i had to take everything out. great opportunity to clean my wreck of a bedroom. i got rid of a ton of stuff and organized some things that had needed to be organized for ages. i had a ton of clothes on my floor though and they all need to go through the wash because there were ants and i dont think they were in my clothes like all over or anything because the clothes is not what they were attracted to but like im not putting any of that shit back into my room until i KNOW there are no bugs. so i did a few loads of wash but then i wasnt home at all all weekend, i was at work the rest of the days, and now i have two days off in a row. but basically i wasnt home in order to finish putting everything away that came out of my room. an ongoing problem i have at my dads house is that my bedroom is fucking SMALL and all of my stuff doesnt fit in it even though i want it to. so sometimes there are laundry baskets or other things that are out in the hallway/dining room (we live in a one floor condo). i do have a habit of not taking care of my stuff and letting things sit for a really long time. however, last week on thursday the things that my dad was like really fed up with i took care of. i had a package from my mom and a box of stuff from my bathroom that had been sitting in the dining room for months and i finally took care of it. so the stuff he was tired of looking at wasnt there anymore. i just had a few storage bins that came out of my room on thursday that were in the hallway and i planned on taking care of all that stuff today/tomorrow on my days off. but i came home yesterday and my dad told me that he had gone through both of my storage containers, decided what i needed and what i didnt need, threw away one of the containers, put a bunch of my stuff in a different storage bin that he wants to take to the basement, and then started like interrogating me on whether i needed a few books and a snow globe from my childhood that he had found. and i immediately got sooooo fucking angry!!!!!! because its not his place to go through my shit! and i told him as such i and told him how mad i was and that that wasnt his job and i didnt want him going through my things and we also had this argument again today and he is so fucking stubborn that its not clicking for some reason that im fgoing to be 29 in may (and i am desperate to move out and will be one way or another this year) and i dont deserve to have my dad violate my privacy and belongings by going through them and deciding what HE thinks that i need. and for me yes it is way worse that it is my dad doing this than it would be if it were my mom even though i would still dislike it. and he just says that based on the past that he knew i wasnt going to take care of those things and they woudl just sit there. but the fact is that it was my plan to finish taking care of it all on these two days off and he didnt even give me a WARNING. he didnt say like 'you have two days to take care of this stuff or i am going to do it myself' he just told me that he went through my shit when i got home from work because he assumed that i wouldnt. and no matter how many times i try to tell him how fucked up that is especially because i am a grown adult. he wont listen. and we just start yelling again. and its driving me fucking insane like. this has been the final straw with me living with him even though its been ruining my life since i had to move in here in 2020. sorry for the wall of text but i had to get it off my chest like ugh. i hate this. i wish i could move sooner. and im so so sorry you have to deal with similar shit. and thank you if anyone actually read all this lmfao

[monteamazonico]

Puerto Maldonado Tambopata Monte Amazon Lodge 2 Days Tour

Tambopata is a river, a national reserve and a province in Madre de Dios state, southeastern Peru. It harbors some of the most biodiverse rainforest in the country (and possibly the entire Amazon basin), huge protected areas, and is home to several thousand people. Remote, wild, but still easily accessible, this contrasting combination has helped it to become one of the global hotspots for ecotourism. You get a hint of why Tambopata is such a wild area just before you land at the Puerto Maldonado airport. At the end of a quick flight to Tambopata from Lima or Cuzco, a sprawling carpet of jade green comes into view and stretches to the horizon. There are a few farms, a couple of roads, and the city of Puerto Maldonado is visible but these are still dwarfed by the sea of Amazon rainforest that marches into the distance. Meandering, coffee-colored rivers weave their way through the green. Massive, old growth Ceibas and other rainforest giants emerge from a 90 foot high canopy. Hidden beneath the trees are troops of monkeys, toucans, brilliantly colored macaws, and even jaguars. You never know what you are going to encounter in the rainforests of Tambopata but that view from the plane promises adventure and a once in a lifetime experience.

DAY  01:  8:00 AM – We begin the itinerary embarking…

We begin the itinerary embarking at the port of Puerto Maldonado on the river Madre de Dios and soon after leaving port sail directly through the confluence of two large jungle tributaries of the Amazon, the Madre de Dios and the Tambopata; the majestic sight of the meeting of these two mother rivers opens us to feel a deeper contact with Mother Nature. The journey of an hour downriver to the entrance to the National Reserve of Tambopata is filled with a presence of intense life, the mother Earth breathes here in the jungle and we feel our hearts beating as one with hers. After a short walk and passing the entry point to the protected area of the Reserve, we penetrate the jungle proper and follow the 5km trail to the lake itself.

The path through the mature tropical forest winds its way by immense ancient trees and entangled vines; multi-hued flowers and butterflies flash through the dense foliage in pursuit of the many insects that fill the air with their songs. The forest is teeming with wildlife and we will see many coloured butterflies, birds including macaws, parrots and tanagers, leaf cutter ants, monkeys. Upon arriving at Lake Sandoval we can bathe in the warm waters…. infested with piranhas, electric eels, black caimans and sweet-water manta rays, and it’s sure to be a very comfortable bath due to the elevated temperature of the water; it appears strange to bathe in the midst of so many animals of whom we are customarily afraid? Worried??? Then don’t be, I myself have done it a thousand times as have the many tourists who visit the lake; you too can enjoy this refreshing experience, in safety.

After the bathe, that we leave to your discretion, a delicious typical picnic lunch will be served on the beach. The afternoon begins with us taking to the water in rowing boats for an exploration of the rich wildlife that makes its home in and around the lake; this time we are hoping to sight birds such as hoatzins, shanshos, cormorants and anhinga. If we are lucky we will see playful giant river otters, an animal that has been rescued from the point of extinction here, in and around the waters of this protected lake, side neck turtles, taricayas, in the water, and monkeys jumping from branch to branch in the palm trees that line the western shoreline of the lake. As the afternoon draws to a close we disembark at a point closer to the river and walk the 3km trail back to the river Madre de Dios where our boat is waiting to gently continue downstream into a glorious equatorial sunset and the Yakari Lodge where supper is waiting.6.30 PM – After supper we set out on the river boat with reflector on a caiman hunt which will afford the opportunity to see from close quarters these magnificent animals that lounge on the warm sand of the beaches of the river banks. The largest rodent on the world, the capybara, may also be observed at sunset and dusk nosing along the river bank, looking for nocturnal insects and grubs.

8:00 PM – Bed

DAY 02:

Day Two, 5:30 AM – We rise early for a special glimpse… We rise early for a special glimpse into the magical world of jungle wildlife, taking advantage of the fact that many animals, both mammals and birds, are active in the early dawn hours.  The path through the mature tropical forest winds its way by immense ancient trees and entangled vines; multi-hued flowers and butterflies flash through the dense foliage in pursuit of the many insects that fill the air with their songs. The forest is teeming with wildlife and we will see multi-coloured butterflies, macaws, parrots and tanagers, leaf cutter ants and monkeys. Both the hike through the forest and the view from the 27m high canopy walkway at dawn is spectacular, many birds join the dawn chorus as they greet the new day. Your guide will explain and reveal much of the medicinal plants, flora and fauna you are seeing around you for the first time, helping you to see what you otherwise would have missed. The start of the adventure circuit is reached by climbing a tower and stairway that ascends to the treetops and a platform at 27m above the floor of the forest. You will feel the breeze on your face as you cross the hanging bridge, 89m long, which leads to a platform 37m above ground wrapped around the huge trunk of an ironwood tree, one of the densest and strongest to be found in the rainforest. The throbbing symphony of birdcalls,  accompanied by the warbling of toads and crickets, pours into the liquid air of the tropical forest; orchids and other aerial plants growing amongst the high branches  can be observed at close hand as can the nests of the many birds that make their home here.

7.00 AM – We return across the canopy bridge and ascend to the high platform that marks the start of the zip-line cable, almost 200m long, along which we fly through the air like eagles narrowly missing the foliage along the way, to a platform 27m high.  The breathtaking views are only matched by the excitement of overcoming our fears and the adrenaline that courses through us as we leap off the platform supported by the high security harnesses that connect us to the zip-line cable. The 75m long log walkway, hanging 27m above the floor, leads off this platform, a risky balancing act, and takes us to the platform at the start of the second zip line, a 160m fly back to the tower and stairwell that descends to the forest floor.

8.30 AM – Breakfast – a hearty meal of fruit juice, herbal tea or coffee, typical fried bananas, eggs, cheese and rice bread (please ask for our vegan and wheat free options), in order to be ready for the exertions of the day ahead.

10.00 AM – KAYAK (Level 1). We take to the river in kayaks, well protected with high quality life jackets, and accompanied by a motor boat that guarantees extra security; this level one activity is relaxing and accessible for all.  Flowing downstream, carried by the river, or fighting the current upstream we are able to observe the many birds that populate these otherwise inaccessible banks of the river, flying across our path as they call us away from their hidden nests.

12:30 PM – Lunch. After lunch there will be time for a relaxing siesta or integration time, the hammocks are very comfortable!

14:00 PM – Monkey Island – After lunch we cross the river in boats to the island situated across from Yakari known by its population of monkeys. These beautiful animals are accustomed to contact with human beings and will put on a show of swinging through the treetops, charging down the trunks of the large trees that form their home in order to accept food from your hand or inspect you up close! Various different species live in harmony due to their habitat being an island.

16:00 PM – The return upriver to Puerto Maldonado at sundown affords views of an epic equatorial sunset sky reflected in the waters of one of the largest tributaries of the Amazon.

[techsquadteam-blogs]

Pre-Construction Anti-Termite Treatment: The Best Way to Protect Your Home

I have been helping homeowners in Hyderabad protect their homes from termites for over 20 years. I know a thing or two about termites, and I'm here to tell you that pre-construction anti-termite treatment is the best way to keep your home safe.

Termites: A Major Threat to Homes in Hyderabad.

They can cause extensive damage to your home, and they're also pretty gross. They're basically white ants, and they eat wood. So if you have a wooden home or even just some wooden furniture, you're at risk of termite infestation.

But don't worry, there's a solution!

Pre-construction anti-termite treatment is the best way to protect your home from these destructive pests.

Here's how it works:

A professional pest control company will come to your home and inject a chemical into the soil around your foundation. This chemical creates a barrier that prevents termites from entering your home.

The treatment is relatively quick and easy, and it can be done without disrupting your daily life.

And the best part is, it's a one-time investment that can save you thousands of bucks in repairs down the road.

So if you're a homeowner in Hyderabad, and you're worried about termites, I urge you to get pre-construction termite treatment in Hyderabad.

It's the best way to protect your home from these destructive pests.

Here are some additional benefits of pre-construction anti-termite treatment:

Peace of mind: Knowing that your home is protected from termite damage can give you peace of mind.

Increased property value: A home that has been treated for termites is likely to be worth more than one that has not.

Reduced risk of fire: Termites can cause fires by chewing through electrical wires and other flammable materials. Getting your home treated for termites can help to reduce the risk of fire.

If you are concerned about termites, or if you think you may have a termite infestation, it is important to contact a professional pest control company as soon as possible.

They will be able to assess the situation and recommend the best course of action for you.

Here are some tips to help you prevent termites from infesting your home:

Keep your home clean and free of debris. Termites are attracted to wood and other cellulose-based materials, so it is important to keep your home clean and free of debris.

Seal any cracks or holes in your foundation or exterior walls. Termites can enter your home through even the smallest cracks or holes.

Treat your home with a termite-preventative chemical. There are a number of termite-preventative chemicals available on the market. These chemicals can help to create a barrier around your home that will deter termites from entering.

By following these tips, you can help to prevent termites from infesting your home.

I hope this article has been helpful. If you have any further questions, please feel free to contact me.

And remember, if you see something, say something!

If you see any signs of termites, such as mud tubes or sawdust around your home, don't wait. Contact a professional pest control company as soon as possible. The sooner you act, the less damage termites will cause to your home.

FAQ

What type of termite treatment is best?

There are a few different types of termite treatment, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. The best type of termite treatment for you will depend on the severity of your infestation and the type of termite you have.

Some of the most common types of termite treatment include:

Injection treatment: This is a type of termite treatment that involves injecting a chemical into the soil around your home. The chemical creates a barrier that prevents termites from entering your home.

Foam treatment: This is a type of termite treatment that involves injecting a foam into the soil around your home. The foam fills in any cracks or holes that termites could use to enter your home.

Bait treatment: This is a type of termite treatment that involves placing bait stations around your home. The bait stations are filled with a chemical that attracts termites. Once the termites eat the bait, they die.

How do I permanently control termites?

There is no one-size-fits-all answer to this question. The best way to permanently control termites will depend on the severity of your infestation and the type of termites you have.

However, some general tips for permanently controlling termites include:

Get a professional opinion: The best way to determine the best way to control termites is to get a professional opinion from a pest control company.

Treat the entire home: It is important to treat the entire home, not just the areas where you have seen termites. This is because termites can travel long distances.

Follow the pest control company's instructions: It is important to follow the pest control company's instructions carefully. This will help to ensure that the treatment is effective.

Which company is best for termites?

There are many different pest control companies that offer termite treatment. The best company for you will depend on a number of factors, including the cost of the treatment, the company's reputation, and the company's experience with termite treatment.

It is important to get quotes from several different companies before making a decision. You should also ask about the company's experience with termite treatment and the company's warranty.

Is termite treatment successful?

Termite treatment can be successful if it is done correctly. However, it is important to remember that there is no guarantee that termite treatment will be 100% effective.

If you have a termite infestation, it is important to act quickly. The sooner you treat the infestation, the less damage termites will cause to your home.

Can termites be permanently removed?

Termites can be permanently removed if the treatment is done correctly and if the entire home is treated. However, it is important to remember that there is no guarantee that termites will never return.

If you have a termite infestation, it is important to take steps to prevent termites from returning. Some of the things you can do to prevent termites from returning include:

Keep your home clean and free of debris: Termites are attracted to wood and other cellulose-based materials. By keeping your home clean and free of debris, you can make it less attractive to termites.

Seal any cracks or holes in your foundation or exterior walls: Termites can enter your home through even the smallest cracks or holes. By sealing any cracks or holes, you can make it more difficult for termites to enter your home.

Treat your home with a termite-preventative chemical: There are a number of termite-preventative chemicals available on the market. By treating your home with a termite-preventative chemical, you can help to deter termites from entering your home.

[tomdutch]

I have a fluffy request for Tom pls. Imagine it’s a really really warm summer night and it’s too hot to cuddle but Tom still wants to cuddle so he links his pinky with readers under the pillow? I just find the action so cute, like he can’t sleep if he isn’t touching u and can be sure you’re there? Ugh love it

in tears!!! in tears at this concept!!! this is way longer than a blurb i really took it and ran but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

every few months, the holland & co household falls victim to a curse—at least, that’s what harry calls it. once it was tuwaine and harrison leaving out a whole cake in the kitchen overnight that ended with an ant infestation. another it was harry and tom accidentally knocking over the satellite dish while playing football in the backyard.

naturally, when it was announced that this weekend will endure the hottest heatwave of the year, all of you began praying the curse will leave you alone, just for these forty-eight hours of sweltering heat. and naturally, the curse did not listen. on the first day of the heatwave, while you, your boyfriend and your roommates are all lying about in several stages of crispiness, the a/c magically stops working.

at first, you don’t notice, too busy trying to curve your boyfriend’s incessant need to be constantly touching you. it’s a mostly sweet habit of his, one that allows you to get your fill of cuddles and affection. except when it’s almost forty-five fucking degrees with a blistering sun shining through your sealed windows and curtains as though they’re not even there. when tuwaine finally realises something’s gone horribly wrong and that you’re all baking in your impeccably insulated home, you’re in the midst of kicking tom off the couch for trying to hug you for the nth time today.

the rest of the day is spent miserably. after a lengthy fight over who deserves the one and only fan in the house, you all decide no one will get it, to be fair, and you’ve no option left but to open the windows and hope for a breeze that never comes.

when the clock strikes ten and you’ve already exhausted your cold shower, you slink into your bedroom, only for your frown to deepen once you see tom waiting for you on top of the covers, dressed in nothing but a ridiculous pair of tweety bird-themed boxers he got as a gag gift from one of his brothers.

“hey,” he mumbles, unable to catch your eyes, the ones that have been glaring at him and his clinginess since lunch.

energy drained, you slump on the mattress. you’ve lost the fight you had earlier in the day, and you’re so dejected and sleepy and hot that all you want is a hug from the man you love, but you know it’ll only make things worse.

“hi, tommy,” you respond, nuzzling your pillow and sliding closer to him, still leaving space between you.

his honey brown eyes soften at the nickname tumbling out of your lips, swollen from all the stress-biting you’ve made them endure. “i’m sorry i’ve been a bit of a pain all day.” tom starts, turning over on his side so you’re facing each other. “not seeing you for four months because of filming’s kind of... exacerbated my touchy tendencies. i guess, even in the fucking fryer this house is, i still don’t want to be away from you.”

heart positively melting from his words, you smile softly, trailing your fingertips lightly along his jawline, and he turns his head to kiss them. “i’m sorry too, sweetie.” you say, brushing a sweaty curl off his forehead. “i was unnecessarily mean at times; being uncomfortable and hot isn’t an excuse to be short with you. i hope you can forgive me, tommy.”

“nothing there to forgive, my love.” he grins, eyes crinkling and cheeks begging to be pinched. “and to be fair, you’re hot all year-round, it’s a miracle you’re not always mean to me.”

snorting, you turn onto your back, only for your smile to fall as the sheets stick to your skin uncomfortably.

“oh, and,” tom perks up, getting off the bed and heading to the hallway, “got you a little something as a token of my regret.”

“tom, i love you, but if you come back in naked, i will leave you for jake gyllenhaal.” you grumble, straining your eyes in the darkness to see him. your frustration fades almost immediately when he walks through the door once again, but this time holding the rusty old fan you’d all fought over earlier. “oh my god...” you gasp, scrambling to sit up. “how did you get the guys to let you take it?”

shrugging as he bends over to plug it in, tom grins like it’s nothing, “promised them i’ll buy them each their own fan tomorrow. and pay for the a/c on my own, which is not happening actually.”

a laugh erupts out of you, both at his little speech and out of ecstatic relief once the fan begins to whir, a gust of wind hitting your face. tom’s grin only widens as he finds a good angle for the noisy machine, and he watches as you fall back onto the mattress, humming with pleasure as you no longer feel like a melting ice cream cone.

you smile widely at him when he slides back into bed, each of you fluffing up your own pillows to get ready to sleep. from the way his eyes stay strained on you and his nervous switching of positions, from his back to his side to his stomach to his other side with no success, you can tell tom’s mulling over whether or not he can pull you closer or even touch you. the fan’s better than nothing, but the room’s still insanely hot.

before you can even say anything, tom rolls over onto his side once more, and his hand reaches under your pillow. ever so lightly, his little pinky finds your own, tracing over it for a moment before his fingers curls over yours, squeezing just a bit then relaxing.

“is this okay?” he whispers, wide eyes watching your closed ones.

squeezing his pinky back, you smile, “it’s perfect, tommy.”

[swordfaery]

i hate reading things in the second person, books that make me feel unfairly complicit in the narrative, poetry that feels as though im intruding--but how can i write my poetry any other way when everything i write is for you? once you told me you wished you could be the type of person to inspire art and i didnt know how to tell you i had spent days trying express the way i felt seeing your flyaway hairs highlighted in the sun, or the warmth i felt basking in your attention. everything i write is for you now, in some round about way, and when i lost you i lost another home. those long nights spent with you are still where i escape to when necessary, tracing the path from the barn to the kitchen door to your bedroom--that bedroom that now houses people i have never met, people who came long after me, thats where i want to take people when they ask where i was from. i want to say i was reborn in your arms, that the first time i crawled into bed next to you felt like something important even though i couldnt know how important it was. i love the ghost of you, and you... i dont know if any ghost of me haunts you, or if i simply return to you every night in my dreams without your knowledge. unconsensual haunting, unwanted unwilling. yet still, here we are. i love you like i love the knife in my guy, filling that emptiness inside me. the way i love the infestion of ants turning the floor black, the wasps nest built outside my window, the tiny almost imperceptable flies that cover the rotting bananas on the side in the kitchen. when i think of love i think of the way i learnt to make tea in your kitchen, where to find everything, which mugs i liked. i think about your mother smiling whenever she found a food i liked, wanting to make it for me more. i wonder if ill ever see her agian oh god. what if i never see her again, never get to say thank you to your family for making me welcome those few months when i needed solstace. i hope they know

[trashyswitch]

Chris's Cuddly Mother

Chris has been fixing the animatronics for months and months now, and has been taking advantage of Chica's loving, cuddly nature throughout all of it. One day, Chris ends up working late and accidentally gets too comfy. This ends up changing up his night quite a bit.

Part 2 of The Repair Man's Reward.

This fanfic is dedicated to Chris: my great friend and long lost 'brother'! I hope you enjoy the sequel! You deserve it!

Chris walked into the pizzeria later in the night than usual. Truth be told, he was watching TV at his house when he realized how quickly the time went by. By the time he had driven up to work, it was 10:30 at night. He felt a little bad that he was late for work, because he would usually be cuddling Chica right about now. He wondered if Chica had enough of a concept of time to remind him that he was late. Probably not. And even if she did: late is better than never coming at all.

Chris headed up the stage with his toolbox. One of the downsides to being late, was that the stage stairs were put away already. He’d have to climb onto the stage instead of walk up the stairs like he usually did. Chris placed his toolbox onto the stage and hoisted himself onto the stage with only a little difficulty. Then, Chris stood up, grabbed his toolbox and walked up to the animatronics.

“Good evening everyone. Cool evening, but no complaints.” Chris greeted. The animatronics didn’t reply, like he predicted. So, he opened up his toolbox and started with Bonnie first like usual. Going through the usual cleaning and tuning routine, Bonnie proved to lose some of his tuning this time. He gave it a quick fix and smiled at the satisfying sound of a properly tuned guitar. Closing him back up, Chris moved onto Chica.

To Chris’s surprise, Chica didn’t have any pizza slices on her! So, Chris put on his dust mask and opened Chica up to check for infestations. Much to Chris’s surprise, there was still an infestation of cockroaches! And this time, he thought he saw some ants too. This place was slowly turning into the other pizzeria. Chris gave Chica a couple doses of the chemi-spray (the stuff that’ll burn your lungs from the inside out), and closed Chica up. “There. Feeling better now, Chicky choo?” Chris asked, placing his hand into hers. Chica looked down at him and widened her eyes a little more. Her pupils quickly displayed a pair of white hearts as she dropped her jaw and tilted her head to the side, to show she recognized him.

Chris’s smile grew bigger as he rubbed her arm. “I still have one more animatronic to do. Then we can cuddle.” Chris told her as he moved onto Freddy. Freddy was a quick one to do. Only 2 toys were found on Freddy this time, compared to yesterday. Yesterday there were around 7 separate toys hidden in Freddy’s body! How Freddy kept getting these toys, Chris will never understand. Chris removed the two toys and placed them into the lost and found bin. When the eye cleaner spit out Freddy’s eyes, Chris put Freddy’s eyes back and clicked the jaw buttons to close him up.

With Freddy all finished, Chris walked back to Chica again. “Hi Chica! I’m ready now.” Chris told her. Chica looked down at Chris with her heart eyes again, and put down the cupcake and the plate. With her hands completely free, Chica picked him up and gave him a big hug. Chris wrapped his arms around the yellow chicken as well and rested his head onto Chica’s shoulder. It felt nice. The coolness of Chica’s metal plates felt satisfying to him. Truth was, Chris is a naturally warm guy, so coolness felt quite comforting to the warm man.

Chica rubbed her pink cheek into the side of Chris’s face in a loving way, and let out a little happy whine sound. Chris widened his eyes and just about squealed from cuteness overload! Did Chica just coo?! Chris giggled and kissed her cheek. “You’re such an adorable creature.” Chris told her. “I wish I could take you home and make you my roommate.”

Chica removed one of her hands and patted his head. Chris smiled and closed his eyes, and let her play with his hair. Chris usually enjoyed the feeling of people playing with his hair, and especially loved it when people (and robots) he knew so well, played around with his hair. Chica could understand this to be enjoyable, thanks to his never ending smile and his leaning into the touch while his hair was weaved in between her big fat fingers.

Chica then moved her index finger towards his chin and started lightly scratching his chin and jawline. Chris’s reaction was immediate: He immediately started purring and showing off his toothy smile! Chica’s eyes dilated, making the hearts a size bigger and leaned in a little as he purred. Then, while she scratched and tickled his jawline: Chica placed the side of her head onto Chris’s chest to better feel and hear the purring sound. Chris stopped immediately, growing really confused. Chica continued to scratch his jawline despite stopping, and soon lifted her head up off his chest. She tilted her head in a way to ask him what’s wrong.

“I...Why are you laying your head on my chest?” Chris asked. “It’s just purring.” He added.

Chica moved her hand up to Chris’s ears and started scratching there. Chris immediately smiled and resumed purring all over again. Eager to feel it again, Chica laid the side of her head onto Chris’s chest and listened. It felt strange, and sounded a little like the running ventilator. Chica removed her head from his chest and looked at him. She tried to imitate the sound, but it sounded like autotuned gurgling water rather than purring.

Chris bursted out laughing at the attempt and clapped his hands. “Clohohose enough!”

Chica opened her jaw in an attempted smile and changed her pupil picture from hearts, to feathers. Chris gasped and shook his fists in front of his chest. Oh boy! He’s been waiting for this! Bring it on, Chica! Bring on the tickles!

Chica looked down and started tickling his covered up belly. Chris leaned over and instantly started giggling. “Hehehehehehehe! Yahahahahahay!” Chris cheered! Chica kept looking at Chris’s work uniform and continued gently squishing his belly. “Hahahahahaha! Ihihihit tihihihihicklehehes Chihihihicahaha!” Chris told her.

Chica didn’t really understand what Chris was saying due to the laughter obstructing his words. Chris knew this from the many times they’ve cuddled and had tickle fights. But if Chris seriously wanted her to stop, he would’ve worked extra hard to force it out of himself. But: he didn’t want her to stop. So: he didn’t need to worry about robot linguistics.

Chris allowed himself to laugh freely without any sort of resistance. Chica could easily tell he was enjoying this like he always did. So, Chica decided to move her fingers to his waist, lift him up and press her beak into his belly! Then, Chica started almost pecking and ‘nibbling’ her beak all over his belly.

Chris snorted and threw his head back at the same time! “OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! *snort* GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *snort* NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Chris laughed.

Chica looked up at Chris with the feathers in her eyes, and continued pecking her beak near his belly button. Chris was pressing his hands against Chica’s head, and shaking his head while laughing more and more hysterically than before. He was even swinging his feet between either side of Chica’s head and shoulders! He had never been pecked or nibbled like this before! and he’d especially never been nibbled by Chica the chicken! This was a completely new feeling! And the coldness of the beak didn’t exactly help either.

“CHIHIHIHIHICAHAHAHAHAHA! THIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS EHEHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL!” Chris yelled out randomly.

To add on top of it, Chica started gently scratching Chris’s lower back. Chris squealed like a super squeaky door, and kicked his feet a little bit harder. “WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAWP!” Chris begged. Both his squishy belly and his vulnerable back were being tickled at the same time, and it was starting to drive him nuts. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but...it was doing something to him. Probably overwhelming him.

Chica soon had mercy on the guy and stopped tickling him for a bit. Chris leaned his head back and breathed heavily to make up for the oxygen lost in the tickle fight. Chica could tell he was tired, and decided to lay the front of his heating body onto her chest. Chris smiled nicely and snuggled his face into the bib. She was so cool compared to him, and it felt so relieving to be laying on something that’ll cool him down. Chica soon started petting Chris’s head again and playing with his hair like she usually did.

While Chica was distracted by something so simple, Chris began to wonder if Chica was capable of physically feeling his hair. And if not, then why was Chica so mesmerized by his hair? Was it the color? Was it the tiny pieces that fell out of the clumps? Was it the layers that flowed through his hair? Or was it something else entirely that was failing to come to his head? Chris had no idea.

Soon, Chris turned himself onto his back and laid his hot back onto Chica’s cool chest and belly. He leaned himself into the animatronic and started to get cozy in the comfort of her armor. Chris started to smile more as Chica wrapped her arms around him to somewhat ‘cocoon’ him while he started to sleep. Getting to the Pizzeria so late in the evening was starting to get to him. He could feel sleep growing harder to resist as it coated his brain and body. Chris was able to feel one last head pat on his head before he finally dozed off.

While Chris was softly sleeping, a door had opened several feet away. A person had walked themself in and was walking down the hallway near where Chris and Chica were laying. Not noticing Chris hidden within Chica’s arms, the person walked themself into the office room and closed the door. The person placed their stuff down, and started clicking through the different cameras. Soon, the sound of walking animatronics started to fill the building. Low, deep laughter could be heard once in a while in the distance, and the dented metal of the ventilators started to move and add noise.

Chica opened her black eyelids and looked around. It looked like an animatronic was getting closer and closer to her and Chris. Worst of all: It looked like it was an old animatronic. The old animatronics were known to be old fashioned and more creepy-looking. They also behaved more cruelly than the toy animatronics. This specific original animatronic was Freddy. If Freddy looked down and saw Chris in Chica’s arms, Freddy just might take him away from her and stuff him into something he can’t fit. Old Freddy, Old Bonnie and Old Chica always attempted this behaviour. Every night.

Chica simply looked at Freddy and the originals as old models with errors in them. Old machines that glitched and started to forget things long ago. So the best they could do is take over the doors to prevent them from finding the working humans. Thankfully, this seemed to help limit their entrance options to the hallway only. And thankfully, the security guards were required to have a flashlight. So they were all set. The unfortunate part about the door plan was that the new security guard was a fearful individual who was scared the toy animatronics would kill them too. If only she could tell them that’s not the case.

Chica looked near Old Freddy and covered up Chris’s face with her big hand. Their eyes were getting worse as well, which helped deter them from hurting a human if they covered up the suspicious evidence. Chica believed that simply covering the face was enough. But she would quickly learn that is not the case. Old Freddy looked down at the smaller extra legs that were in Chica’s lap, and immediately got suspicious. Freddy bent down, snatched up Chris’s legs and held Chris upside down!

If the sudden movement wasn’t enough to wake the repair man, Chica’s shriek out of fear and anger would certainly do it! Chris’s eyes flew right open and immediately, he did not like what was happening. Chica was upside down in his view, and was able to feel a pair of hands around his ankles! He yelped and turned himself around enough to notice the brown, fuzzy looking leg. Freddy!

“aaAAAH! FREDDY! WAIT- LET GO!” he begged.

Chica let out an angry screech and picked up Chris by his wrists to get him back. Chris yelped and looked up at Chica, who’s pupils had their hearts in them again. Chris let out a breath of relief as he quickly realized Chica still had his back. Chica picked up Chris by the ankles as well, and gave Freddy a quick shove with her leg. Freddy, in his tumbling, let go of Chris and let Chica have him. Chica grabbed up Chris’s legs, flipped him over and pulled him up onto her hip like she would a toddler. Chris gave Chica a thankful, loving hug and allowed Chica to rub her cheek against his head.

To try and keep Chris safe, Chica carried Chris over to the office and attempted to walk in to drop him off. But the door quickly slammed shut on them! Chris jumped at the sliding door, but chuckled as he shook his head. The security guard must believe all the animatronics are evil. Chris patted Chica’s shoulder, and felt himself get put down safely onto his feet again. Then, Chris knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?” Chris asked.

Whoever the security guard was, didn’t want to open the door right away. All Chris could hear was “This is just a trick, this is just a trick, this is just a trick…” Chris sighed and walked up to the window beside the door. He knocked on that as well. “Yoo hoo? Hello?” Chris called.

The light above the window turned on, partly blinding the guy. Ow… Then, the door finally opened. Chris ran into the office and ran into a guy with dirty blond hair and a goatee. “What the hell are you doing here?! It’s 2am!” The guy asked immediately.

Chris bit his lip and looked away awkwardly. “I...Fell asleep.” Chris admitted.

The guy let out a breath of relief and hugged him. “Thank heavens there’s another human being in this horror shit show.” the guy reacted thankfully.

Chris smiled a little and hugged him back. “I...Who are you?” He asked.

The guy quickly let go of him and looked at him awkwardly. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I’m Jeremy.” He offered his hand out to shake. “The new security guard.”

Chris nodded and shook his head. “Chris. Animatronic repair guy.”

Jeremy gasped and let out another big breath of relief. “Oh my goodness the world is on my side now! Can you fix these animatronics so they’re not trying to HUNT ME DOWN AND KILL ME?!” Jeremy begged, grabbing his arms and slightly shaking him.

Suddenly, one of the animatronics’ footsteps could be heard. Jeremy let go of Chris, zoomed right past him and turned on the light. “FAAAACK!” Jeremy punched the door button and watched as the door slid closed, trapping the animatronic outside. “WHY DID I TAKE THIS JOB?!”

Chris just bursted out laughing at the scene in front of him. Chris walked over to the lights, and turned it on: Toy Chica was standing on the other side of the window, pressing her hands on the glass. “Dude! It’s just Chica.” Chris told him.

“Can I just take a moment to mention that you have the greatest laugh, I have heard from a human being ever? Also, CHICA GET AWAY FROM THE GLASS!”

Chris’s face immediately flushed a bright pink color, before looking over at Chica. “Thanks...But you don’t need to worry about Chica. He’s just checking up on me.”

“He’s also threatening my life. And I would rather he...ya know...didn’t.” Jeremy added.

Chris just laughed at him and opened the door. “Hey Chica!” Chris greeted, waving at her. Chica gave a mostly still wave right back, while tilting her head to the side and opening her jaw. Chica then took Chris’s hand and pointed down the hall.

“Yeah...you’ve got a point. I need to get going.” Chris admitted. “Bye Jeremy! Try to survive your shift! And remember: Chica’s nice!” Chris told him.

Jeremy gave him a small, confused and nervous smile as he waved back. As Chris left out of view of the window, Chica looked through the window glass and shot him a stare with deep red skulls in her pupils. Jeremy’s slight anxiety suddenly skyrocketed as he realized something:

Either Chris doesn’t realize she’s secretly a robot killer, or Chris is walking away to his own doom…

...Which one will it be?

[onenicebugperday]

Aha that ant story reminded me of when I was super depressed in high school. My house is notorious for getting ant infestations and left a full lunch box in my room for months. So my room was covered in them. I remember feeling them crawl all over me while I slept and I just didn’t do anything about it. I also remember opening a can of tea before I left for school one time and leaving it on my desk, and when I came home it was full of ants. Almost drank it. I ended up filtering it and leaving the rest of the tea in the freezer because I didn’t want to waste it. I still think ants are pretty cool tho. They’re just vibing. Hopefully not in my bed in the future.

Hi this is a mental health PSA - please take care of yourselves and ask for help if you need it. Although ants generally aren’t a big problem, leaving food out can attract other pests that can be serious risks to your health. Also, please don’t drink or eat any food or liquid that’s been covered in bugs. You just don’t know if they’re carrying any harmful pathogens. I hope you’re doing better these days!

[alicemarion]

OUTLAST :  THE  MURKOFF  ACCOUNT  (  PART 2  )   sentence starters !

this  prompt  was  made  using  dialogue  from  issues  #4 ,    #5  and  #6  of  outlast :  the  murkoff  account  by  red  barrels .    feel  free  to  edit  any  of  these  to  make  them  more  suitable !

“  _____  wasn’t  fucking  around  about  disappearing .  ”

“  our  chances  of  finding  a  lead  in  this  are  vanishingly  slim .  ”

“  what  you  got  there ?  ”

“  i  hate  it  when  they  have  families .  ”

“  since  when  did  _____  hurt  women  and  kids ?  ”

“  sorry ,    that  was  in  bad  taste .  ”

“  he’s  been  gone  for  a  while  now .  ”

“  i  saw  him  back  just  last  night .  ”

“  i  saw  him ,     standing  right  over  there .  ”

“  drove  my  dogs  batshit ,    which  is  weird .  ” 

“  they  always  used  to  like  him .  ”

“  _____  said  _____  was  here  last  night .  ”

“  it’d  take  us  days  to  find  him  under  all  this  shit  if  he  was .  ”

“  guess  we  better  get  started  then .  ”

“  it’s  garbage .  ”

“  is  ...    is  some  of  this  garbage  moving ?  ”

“  ants .    the  place  is  infested .  ”

“  what  do  you  mean ?  ”

“  emailed  him  ants .    not  the  strangest  thing  i’ve  seen .  ”

“  these  look  like  passwords .  ”

“  ouch !  ”

“  little  fucker  bit  me .  ”

“  black  ants  don’t  bite .  ”

“  motherfucker !    motherfuckfuckfuck -  ”

“  they’re  all  over  me !    jesus !  ”

“  not  there !    not  there !  ”

“  water !    water !  ”

“  goddammit !    make  room !    i’m  coming  in !  ”

“  fuck  this !  ”

“  it’s  not  working !  ”

“  we  need  fire !  ”

“  take  your  fucking  clothes  off !  ”

“  now  do  me !  ”

“  got  anything  i  could  wear ?  ”

“  nope .  ”

“  what  the  fuck  am  i  gonna  do ?  ”

“  hey ,    that’s  the  same  homeless  guy .  ”

“  that’s  not  possible .  ”

“  i’m  sure  it’s  him .    he’s  following  us .  ”

“  hey !    stop !  ”

“  where’d  you  go  ...   ?  ”

“  you  work  for  _____  ,    don’t  you ?  ”

“  ...    who  are  you ?  ”

“  i  believe  you’ve  heard  of  me .  ”

“  you’ve  been  following  us .  ”

“  what’s  your  name ?  ”

“  yes .    i’ve  been  watching  you .  ”

“  you’ve  got  something  most  running  dog  mercenaries  don’t .  ”

“  i’m  not  a  mercenary .  ”

“  you’ve  got  shame .   you  know  what  you’re  doing  is  wrong .  ”

“  it’s  a  job .  ”

“  but  you’re  somebody  who’d  chase  after  me  ,    despite  the  fact  that  you’re  injured  and  naked .    who  does  that ?  ”

“  ...    i  can’t  stand  not  knowing .  ”

“  tell  me  your  name .  ”

“  i’ve  read  your  files  ,    _____ .  ”

“  six  years  ago  you  leaked  company  files  and  vanished .  ”

“  been  off  the  map  ever  since  ,    encouraging  other  whistleblowers .  ”

“  you’re  trying  to  destroy  _____ .  ”

“  of  course  i  am .  ”

“  they’re  evil .    you  work  for  the  devil .  ”

“  you’re  protecting  _____ ?  ”

“  you’ll  never  find  him .  ”

“  i  couldn’t  tell  you  if  i  knew .  ”

“  willful  ignorance .    i  remember  that .    almost  let  me  sleep  some  nights .  ”

“  how  do  you  sleep ?  ”  

“  how  do  you  justify  working  for  people  you  know  are  evil ?   ”

“  _____  was  a  pebble  in  a  pond .  ”

“  that  is  where  the  real  sickness  spreads .  ”

“  those  are  coordinates .  ”

“  if  you  cannot  look  at  what’s  there  and  not  eat  yourself  hollow  with  shame  ,    you’re  not  human  anymore .  ”

“  i  need  your  help .  ”

“  i  need  somebody  still  inside  _____ .  ”

“  i’m  not  asking  ,    i’m  telling  you .   you’re  going  to  help  me .  ”

“  ...    i  have  to  do  my  job .  ”

“  what  are  you  ...    the  fuck ?!  ”

“  freeze !    i  said  freeze  ,    motherfucker !  ”

“  i’m  leaving .  ”

“  please  don’t  make  me  hurt  you .  ”

“  he’s  ...    a  monster .  ”

“  what  was  he  shoving  in  your  face ?  ”

“  fucked  if  i  know .  ”

“  let’s  get  you  some  clothes  before  i  get  too  turned  on .  ”

“  dental  records .   my  identification .   he  wasn’t  done  with  me .  ”

“  and  we  weren’t  done  with  him .  ”

“  this  make  any  kind  of  sense  to  you ?  ”

“  nothing  i  feel  good  about .  ”

“  but  at  least  it  closes  the  books  for  now .  ”

“  the  evidence  couldn’t  get  any  more  thoroughly  destroyed .  ”

“  there  is  one  more  thing .  ”

“  nothing  i  know  of .  ”

“  i  wouldn’t  put  too  much  faith  in  anything  i  heard  from  an  animated  pile  of  maggots .  ”

“  maybe  we  should  check  it  out .  ”

“  nah  ,    leave  it  alone .  ”

“  you  should  get  home  ,    spend  some  time  with  your  daughter  ...    make  sure  she  doesn’t  grow  up  to  be  somebody  like  me .  ”

“  he  ain’t  gonna  let  us  get  away .  ”

“  every  step  we  take  ,    the  less  power  he  got .  ”

“  we’ll  get  to  the  wicked  part  of  the  world  ,    and  god  hisself  ain’t  even  gonna  be  able  to  find  us .  ”

“  do  you  know  if  yeshua - ha  nostri  was  a  real  person ?   like  ,    in  the  bible ?  ”

“  never  heard  of  him .  ”

“  when’s  that  book  report  due ?  ”

“  you’re  getting  an  early  jump .  ”

“  figured  i’d  be  too  beat  to  work  on  wednesday .  ”

“  you  didn’t  touch  your  dinner .  ”

“  i  wasn’t  hungry .   it’s  not  like  i  need  the  extra  calories .  ”

“  _____  ,    honey  ,    that’s  crazy .  ”

“  you’re  a  string  bean .    a  beautiful  string  bean .  ”

“  shut  up  ,    _____  ,    god  ...    ”

“  there’s  somebody  messing  with  our  mailbox .  ”

“  your  daughter  is  connected .  ”

“  my  partner  and  i  had  agreed  not  to  investigate .  ”

“  turns  out  i  was  lying .  ”

“  i  hear  you  now .    where  are  you ?    it’s  noisy .  ”

“  sorry  to  interrupt  you  on  a  sunday  ...    ”

“  you’re  not  interrupting  anything .  ”

“  i  was  just  ...    folding  laundry  ,    listening  to  prairie  home  companion .  ”

“  i  don’t  think  i’m  gonna  make  it  into  the  office  tomorrow .  ”

“  i  need  to  spend  some  time  with  _____ .  ”

“  no  worries .    we  all  need  personal  time .  ”

“  fuck  me  ...    no  service !  ”

“  i  guess  the  heat  and  the  sun  got  to  me .  ”

“  heavenly  god .  ”

“  _____ ?    what’s  wrong ?  ”

“  are  they  out  of  hot  chocolate ?  ”

“  multiple  perforations  of  the  intestines  ...    spread  throughout  her  blood  ...    had  to  induce  a  coma  in  order  to  arrest  progress  ...    internal  bleeding  ...  ”  

“  surgery  is  no  longer  an  option .  ”    

“  _____  is  dead .    i’m  so  sorry .  ”

“  aiiee !  ”

“  i’m  so  sorry  honey  ,    i  didn’t  mean  ...  ”

“  we  don’t  want  no  trouble !  ”

“  i’m  just  gon’  take  your  pistol .  ”

“  hey  ,    hey  ,    take  it  easy .    jesus  fucking  christ  ...  ”

“  don’t  you  take  that  name  in  vain !  ”

“  safety’s  on .  ”

“  who’s  the  girl ?  ”

“  jesus  ,    how  pregnant  is  she ?  ”

“  god  have  mercy  on  your  soul .  ”

“  i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you .  ”

“  you  need  helllll  ...    ”

“  mmm - hmm .  ”

“  that’s  all  you  got ?    ‘ mmm - hmm ? ’  ”

“  i  heard  you .   it’s  the  least  crazy  thing  you’ve  told  me  so  far .  ”

“  fair  enough .  ”

“  you  are  in  such  deep  shit .  ”

“  i  know .  ”

“  you  lied  to  me  ,    you  went  off  the  reservation .  ”

“  what  the  fuck  are  you  doing  ,    _____ ?  ”

“  i  fucked  up .  ”

“  don’t  fuck  yourself  any  deeper .    i’m  on  my  way .  ”

“  spill .  ”

“  okay  ,    number  one  ,    you  work  for  _____  ,    not  _____ .  ”

“  number  two  ,    you  don’t  interfere  with  ongoing  experiments .  ”

“  we  only  enter  the  equation  when  the  science  is  done  and  the  side  effects  need  mopping  up .  ”

“  shit  ,    you  don’t  even  know  if  this  is  an  experiment .  ”

“  and  number  three  ,    fuck  you .  ”

“  you  don’t  work  without  me .    we’re  partners  ,    you  stupid  motherfucker .  ”

“  sorr  ...    ”

“  don’t  say  you’re  sorry .    i  hate  that .  ”

“  you  want  the  silver  lining  to  your  shit  show ?  ”

“  you  don’t  suppose  you  brought  me  a  suit ?  ”

“  i  even  brought  you  a  tie .    hope  yellow’s  alright .  ”

“  you  called  it  a  ‘ vision ’ .    not  a  hallucination .  ”

“  it  felt  real .  ”

“  first  rule  in  the  playbook  is  don’t  get  high  on  your  own  product .  ”

“  what  about  brain  injury ?  ”

“  the  scan  must  have  been  corrupted .  ”

“  is  there  more  to  your  testimony ?  ”

“  yes  ,    of  course  ,    excuse  me .    i  was  just  ...    ”

“  could  we  see  those  brain  scans ?  ”

“  they’re  already  off  to  the  lab  ,    but  we  have  copies .  ”

“  evidence  ,    all  of  it .    this  had  become  a  matter  of  containment .  ”

“  we’d  love  to  meet  the  patient .  ”

“  the  little  guy  in  here  has  been  kicking  up  a  storm .  ”

“  is  that  a  tattoo ?  ”

“  a  globe .    no  ,    wheels .    ‘ wheels  within  wheels ’ .    that’s  biblical  ,    from  the  book  of  ...    ezekiel .  ”

“  you  can’t  have  him !    you  can’t .    i’ll  die  before  i’ll  let  you  kill  him .  ”

“  i  seen  the  messenger  and  i  know  i  ain’t  burdened  with  the  enemy .  ”

“  my  blood  is  true  ,    i’ve  sipped  at  the  fountain  and  borne  the  pain  and  marks  of  salvation .   ”

“  you  ain’t  gonna  take  my  baby  ,    you  ain’t  ...    ain’t  ...    ”

“  get  a  doctor !  ”

“  doctor !  ”

“  we  lost  her .    we  need  to  leave  ,    now .  ”

“  she’s  dead  ,    gone .    there  was  nothing  we  could  do .  ”    

“  minimal  footprint .  ”

“  i  realized  too  late  i  was  operating  above  my  security  clearance .  ”

“  are  you  sure  she  was  dead ?  ”

“  yeah  ,    case  closed .  ”

“  it’s  sad .  ”

“  still  ,    i  gotta  get  home .    i  said  i’d  be  there .  ”

“  you’re  a  good  dad  ...    you  always  take  care  of  your  girl .  ”

“  _____ !    you  home ?!  ”

“  you  work  for  us  now .  ”

“  we  didn’t  find  dick .  ”

“  there  we  go  ,    my  child .    every  last  drop  of  salvation .    your  children  are  waiting  for  you  in  heaven .  ”

“  god  does  not  pour  half  measures .  ”

“  the  storm  is  abating .    all  these  undeserved  blessings .  ”

“  he’s  still  not  answering .  ”

“  send  people  to  his  house .  ”

“  they’ve  been  feeding  _____  information .  ”

“  that’s  no  good .  ”

“  i’d  put  my  money  on  _____ .  ”

“  if  we  find  him  ,    i’ll  put  electrodes  on  _____ .  ”

“  how  many  bodies  we  looking  at ?  ”

“  hundreds .    it’ll  take  us  days  to  get  them  all  sorted .  ”

“  lot  of  these  local  corpses  show  signs  of  cyanide  poisoning .  ”

“  god  damn  this  guy’s  heavy  ...    ”

“  that  doesn’t  look  like  cyanide .  ”

“  yeah  ,    a  lot  of  them  got  creative  about  dying .  ”

“  took  a  lot  of  what  killed  her  to  get  the  job  done .  ”

“  last  name  sounds  like  a  crustacean  you’re  not  supposed  to  eat .  ”

“  how  did  you  know ?  ”

“  he  was  supposed  to  be  making  sure  they  didn’t  find  this  place .  ”

“  we  got  one  breathing  here !  ”

“  ‘ and  i  only  am  escaped  alone  to  tell  thee . ’  ”

“  is  that  from  wrath  of  khan ?  ”

“  it’s  actually  book  of  job  ,    by  way  of  moby  ...    ”

“  i  know  what  it  is  ,    you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me .  ”

“  well  ,    holy  shit .  ”

“  his  eyes  are  all  pupil .    completely  catatonic .  ”

“  we  need  to  dig  in  his  head .    don’t  be  gentle .  ”

“  they  rarely  are .  ”

“  there’s  blood  on  the  walls .    looks  like  something  was  written  and  smeared  away .  ”

“  what  do  you  want  to  do ?  ”

“  actually  ,    no .    do  me  a  favor  and  find  his  corpse  ,    because  if  he’s  still  alive  ,    he’s  fucking  dangerous .  ”

“  where’s  _____ ?  ”

“  you’re  asking  the  wrong  question .  ”

“  i’ll  still  help  you  find  the  answer  ,    but  you’ll  need  to  trust  me .  ”

“  dead  ,    twice .  ”

“  how  about  you  just  tell  me  whatever  it  is  you  want  to  tell  me .  ”

“  it’s  not  surprising  religion  would  be  such  an  effective  delivery  mechanism .  ”

“  gods  communicating  with  men  ,    gods  dividing  themselves  into  components  that  men  could  understand .    a  trinity .  ”

“  in  the  name  of  the  father  ...    and  of  the  son  ...    and  of  the  holy  spirit .    amen .  ”

[adhbabey]

hi. im really sorry for bothering you. this is also a long ask so im really sorry. and im sorry if im ranting. i feel like i need to explain and give the entire story and everything. it ends up leaning to overexplaining. and im already doing it. ok. so sorry. so, for the last few months (six or seven) ive been questioning if i have adhd. i show many symptoms such as sensory overload, hyperfocus, emotional dysregulation, rsd, delayed sleep phase syndrome, inattention (1/6)

hyperfixation and emotional hyperarousal, some problems with memory and object permanence, a selective memory like i memorized an entire 369 page book but i forgot where my phone was when i put it out of my direct line of sight, 

i stim (drawing, moving, humming, etc) and i need stimulation or i die, I’m bad with remembering to shower/eat/brush my teeth and i will forget to change my outfit for days on end, 

I have trouble controlling my volume and all of this: ( Do you feel like you’ve ruined everything when someone tells you that you did something wrong? Do you think you’ve offended people when you haven't? Do you have a hard time judging reality correctly (like you think you’ve offended or hurt someone and you feel awful but it didn’t bother them that much)? ) But I still don't show the "normal" signs of ADHD. 

I’m not loud or disruptive in class. i get excellent grades. i took the act in 7th grade and got a 23 (good for a seventh grader).

i don’t struggle with getting things done, if they have a deadline. no deadline, never even going to start. but i’m known in school as the smart kid, with perfect grades and in the gifted program. when I’m at home i get all my homework done immediately. everything is turned in one time or before the deadline. 

I don’t have time blindness unless I’m hyperfocusing. otherwise I’m way too acutely aware of time. i can guess what time normally within two minutes without looking at a clock. 

I’m constantly stressed about making it to places on time and am never late. and ADHD is a disability, but I’m doing fine, it hasn't affected me really at all, so i don’t feel like I’m valid enough to talk to people about getting a diagnoses or even talk to people that i might have it. i don’t even think they'd believe me. they'd just brush it off that i was lying, i was trying to justify why i forget what I’ve just been told or why i disrespect the teachers by drawing instead of looking them in the eye.

I just don’t know what to do, and so I’m asking you, do you have any advice? should i talk to someone? 

It’s not affecting me really. I’m not struggling. i have friends, social skills and i do great in school, i turn things in on time and all that. i don’t have major issues that a lot of ADHD people face. You have to have at least six symptoms interfere with your school, home, social life before you’re 12. I’m 14. but i show so many now i don’t know what to do. sorry for the rant. any advice?

I’m so sorry I didn’t answer this sooner, by the way, I’ve not been able to get on my computer in the past couple of days, so I deeply apologize. But for first looks, by the fact that you made a wall of text, in which I edited down for an easier time reading, you absolutely have ADHD. 

I’m going to say this, one thing, it absolutely affects you. Just because you aren’t having bad days, doesn’t mean you never will. And it’s likely that you’re not struggling so much, because you are currently in a structured environment. I was in a similar position when I was still in public school. I didn’t realize that I had ADHD until I was 20 and entered an unstructured environment for college. It was then I began to struggle so much that I wasn’t able to clean my dorm room and had an ant infestation. 

And you don’t need to be disruptive to have hyperactivity symptoms, especially if you are assigned female at birth, afab people are taught to mask things, and tend to end up being called drama queens, chatty and daydreamers. So if you feel the need to brush off your symptoms, its because we are unfortunately taught that. 

With executive dysfunction, its literally about having a hard time starting tasks, thats what they mean. Also many neurodivergent people can relate to the “gifted kid syndrome”, you are not alone in that. 

For time blindness, being stressed about the time or hyperaware can be a sign of overcompensating for the fact that you may not have an internal clock. Time blindness is when you are doing something and next time you check its 2 hours later but it felt like 15 minutes. If you have anxiety about the time its a sign you experience time blindness. 

Also its a neurodivergent thing to hate eye contact, and with us who have ADHD, it helps to focus on something visually to listen to them. Stimulating certain senses can be important for not getting distracted, because its a controlled thing to keep you occupied, so your other senses can be used better. 

You should talk to your school counsellor and parents if you can, tell them that you relate to specific symptoms on this list. Say you think you deal with executive dysfunction and all this stuff. Because while you may not struggle as much right now, you may struggle worse later and its important to start managing it now for the future. 

I hope this helps. Sorry for taking so long!!!

[candyshua]

i luv angst a lot so i’m v glad you’re doing this 😭 could i have jun + “don’t pretend to care, i know you don’t” thank you!! 💓 (feel free to litrally break my heart)

a/n: ummmm i have mixed feelings about this one. thank u so much for requesting though! anywho, enjoy!

pairing: junhui x reader (side joshua x reader)

genre: just pure angst

warnings: unrequited love, mentions of sex, the reader is just not a very good person,,,

word count: 2,297

Junhui never liked you. 

Maybe his hatred for you stemmed from the first time you two met; which was through Joshua, of course.

The moment his eyes trailed to where you were, in the doorway of Joshua’s apartment, he felt something amiss in his chest.

You smiled warmly, holding up a plastic bag filled with takeout in one hand and a bottle of soju in the other. Everybody else in his apartment cheered, but Junhui merely gave you a plain look, not knowing what emotions you had just conveyed of him.

Joshua took the bags from you while he gave you a quick kiss. Your grin was of pure authenticity, something that made Junhui recoil.

He remembered the way you snuggled up against Joshua as the rest of you watched a movie. He remembered you talking to him as if he were a friend of yours for years, in spite of only knowing each other for an hour or so. He remembered the feelings of complete and utter disgust when he’d sneak looks at you.

Junhui decided to hate you that night. It was just the safest option.

The second time Junhui met you was at a cheap, hole-in-the-wall diner in the middle of the night. You wore an apron and a tired smile.

You were always smiling. Junhui hated it.

He sat down in a two-person booth by himself, eyeing the menu carefully. His diligent searching was interrupted by your chipper voice. According to Junhui, it was much too chipper for someone who worked at a shitty diner in the middle of the night.

“Hey, you’re Junhui, right?” You greeted.

“Yeah, Y/N?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“Can I get you something to drink?” 

Junhui was absolutely perplexed. How did you seem so happy and awake? 

“Um, water would be fine.” You gave him a thumbs-up and practically skipped away. The feeling in Junhui’s heart was absolutely foreign to him, and he did not welcome it one bit. When you came back and gave him the glass of water, your hand accidentally brushed against his.

Junhui felt his entire world collapse. You weren’t affected whatsoever. Junhui didn’t even think you noticed.

After you had taken his order and walked away, Junhui was left to reflect. 

He decided to hate you yet again. In fact, he needed to hate you, or else he’d have to admit he was falling for his roommate’s girlfriend.

-

Junhui started to lose count of how many times he had seen you. You were soon becoming an avid person in his social life, and it scared the absolute shit out of him. 

He was tremendously scared of you. He was scared of the way your smile made his breath stop, he was scared of the way he felt butterflies in his tummy each time you were remotely near him, and he was scared of the fact that he was in love with you.

One night, you, Junhui, Joshua, and his friend Soonyoung were hanging out in your apartment. Once you all had realized you ran out of booze, Soonyoung and Joshua had left the two of you to go to the store. 

Junhui sat on the couch, mindlessly staring at his phone. He was hyperaware of your everlasting presence. You wore a t-shirt and black shorts that night.

After further observing the shirt, Junhui realized that it was his. Joshua must’ve taken it from him, and you must’ve taken it from Joshua.

Junhui’s mind wandered for a bit. He let himself indulge in the thought of you wearing his t-shirts on a regular basis, and then he found himself being washed over with fear.

Plain and transparent fear. There was no other word to describe the way Junhui had felt when he realized that he was madly in love with you.

No, Junhui had never liked you.

(He loved you.)

“Jun,” You began out of the blue, “can I ask you something?” Junhui’s eyes widened, wondering if you could read his tainted thoughts.

“Um, sure.” 

“Has Joshua ever brought another girl to your apartment?” 

Wow. Junhui could hear your voice crack just a bit, and he knew that you already knew the answer. 

Joshua had been quite irresponsible with you, to say the least. Junhui had kept his mouth shut about it all, even if he did feel a burning hatred for the man he lived with. 

“I think you already know the answer.” Junhui murmured with nothing but shame laced in his tone. He expected you to cry, scream, or just do something reckless. Instead, you stood there silently, hugging your knees to your chest. And when Joshua came back that night, you kissed him at the door.

(Junhui’s heart ached hopelessly.)

-

It was 3 AM. 

You seemed to not care, though, since you called Wen Junhui at the ungodly hour.

“Hello?” He croaked after he picked up the phone, clearly being awakened from his sleep.

“Jun?” You weakly asked. You sniffled, and he automatically knew you had been crying.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Worry was rooted in his tone, like weeds in a yard. He’d try so desperately to rip them out, but they’d always come back.

(He would always be worried about you.)

“Could you, um, come pick me up? Please?” You pleaded. Junhui was thoroughly confused.

“What happened?”

“Josh broke up with me, and he kind of left me at the diner. I have no way to get home…”

“On my way.”

Junhui got in his car with a racing mind and heart. His thoughts were filled with Joshua and his undeniable ability to be an asshole, and of course, you. Junhui wished he could speed through the streets and get to the diner you worked at, but alas, the city of LA was alive with traffic like always. And, of course, rain was falling from the sky in angry droplets.

Junhui moved to LA to chase his dreams of being an actor. And, at the ripe age of 25, his dream wasn’t going too great. He met Joshua through a roommate listing online, and then he got a part-time job at a high-class restaurant. 

He put his dreams on hold.

But, when he finally saw you standing awkwardly on the sidewalk in the rain, a new dream was born.

(He dreamt of being yours.)

The moment you spotted Junhui’s beat-up car, you wore a smile for the first time that night. Junhui’s heart fluttered.

After you got into the car, Junhui drove away without asking a single question. Half of him didn’t want to pester you with such things.

And half of him didn’t really want to know, in fear that he might have gone home and beaten the shit out of his roommate.

“Jun,” You started, “thank you. Really–I mean it.”

After he let himself bask in your lovely words for a bit, he gave you a shy smile.

“Of course, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.”

Junhui realized what he had said much too late. His heart dropped. In a state of panic, he turned on the radio, and some romantic jazz started blasting at full volume. Junhui turned it off as soon as he could, his eyes blown wide out of fear and anticipation.

He looked anywhere but you. 

You refused to look anywhere but him.

Those words were surprisingly nice coming from Junhui’s mouth. 

“Where are we going?” You questioned the older man. 

Junhui handed you his phone with Google Maps open, having already prepared it before you entered the car.

“Put in your address please.” He stated blankly. You nodded and let a fit of giggles subside in your throat. 

Once Junhui pulled up to your apartment complex, you opened the door and waved him goodbye. 

Junhui was about to drive away, but you stopped him.

“Wait!”

Junhui hit the brakes way too aggressively.

“Want to come in for some coffee?”

(Junhui should’ve just driven away.)

-

Ever since the night you two had slept together, Junhui’s entire world was on fire. He couldn’t bear to look Joshua in the eyes, but Joshua probably wouldn’t have even cared if he found out about what happened. Junhui led himself to that conclusion after Joshua brought home a girl two days after the breakup.

Junhui was going insane.

He avoided you like the plague. He had become a regular at the diner you worked at, but he hadn’t gone since that night.

Two weeks had passed, two painstakingly slow and miserable weeks. Time was Junhui’s enemy, but it was usually because it was much too fleeting.

Now it was much too slow. You had infested his mind like ants infested a kitchen in the summertime. He wanted to hate you, so badly.

But his feelings for you were quite, in fact, the opposite. Junhui’s feelings would have probably faded away after not seeing you due to the breakup.

He would’ve turned out fine.

Fuck, Junhui thought while studying his lines for an audition, I really should’ve just driven away.

-

The second time you slept together was a spur of the moment thing. You were in your apartment one night, lonely as ever. You scrolled through Instagram and then looked at one of Junhui’s posts. It was a picture of him at a concert with Joshua and Joshua’s new girlfriend.

Your heart felt as if it were ripped in two. 

Before you knew it, you were going to Junhui’s contact on your phone and pressing “call”. It rang a few times, so much so that you thought the call would go to voicemail.

“Y/N?” Junhui asked, disbelief thick in his voice.

You felt a twisted sense of pride settle in you. He always picked up your calls.

“Hey Jun, you doing anything right now?”

On the other line, Junhui was on his computer, paying the bills.

“No, I’m not.” He lied.

You heard a laptop shut on the other line. You had to stifle a scoff.

“How about you come over?”

Junhui wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He absolutely refused to do so. 

But he really missed you.

“Be there in fifteen minutes.” 

(He arrived in ten.)

-

Junhui started visiting the diner again. You still worked there, as diligent and positive as ever. 

You two would leave together just about every time Junhui went. 

When he laid in bed beside you after you found sleep, Junhui let himself feel a sliver of hope. Maybe you loved him back…

He noticed the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, covered with bruises due to his wandering mouth. And the feelings came rushing in at such a high speed that Junhui had difficulty breathing.

That was real. It was so, undeniably real. Junhui had slept with you on numerous occasions, but you never tried to initiate anything more. Despite his lingering feelings of faith, he knew that if he ever tried to become something more to you, you would push him away.

You didn’t love him.

(You loved Joshua.)

-

Maybe Junhui knew he was your rebound all along. Maybe he let himself be your toy because he’d do anything for you.

But, when you came into his apartment that night, hand-in-hand with Joshua, Junhui just couldn’t contain the pain he was feeling.

He expected it, to be quite honest. That still didn’t stop it from hurting more than anything else he could have ever felt. You were a gamble, a risky and selfish gamble, and he had just lost a million dollars. 

When you tried to sneak out of the apartment that night, you still couldn’t get by Junhui. He sat on the couch, mindlessly reading his phone, like he used to do around you.

“Listen, Jun–”

“Don’t say that.” Junhui hissed, nothing but pure venom in his voice. 

“Jun, what are you–”

“Don’t say my name. Don’t try to explain anything either. And, don’t pretend to care, I know you don’t.” 

You scoffed, your entire apologetic demeanor changing.

“You knew what you were doing.” You rebutted. Junhui’s jaw clenched, and for the first time, you were the reason for his anger. He thought of the second time he met you, when you were a happy-go-lucky waitress in a shitty diner. 

He should have known it was all a facade. He should have known you.

“So did you. You knew you were just using me as some sort of fucking toy, even though you also knew I was madly in love with you.”

Despite the unstoppable storm of anger and melancholy inside of Junhui, he was eerily calm on the outside. His voice was quiet, and for once, sure of himself. The thing he was so sure of was, in fact, your love for him. Or lack thereof.

“Why would I ever even consider loving you? You’re a failed actor who–”

“Actually, I’m not a ‘failed actor’ anymore. I’ve been preparing for this one role for a while, and I got it. It’s for this new movie…”

Junhui could’ve also went into the fact that you were a fucking waitress at a shit hole of a diner, saving up for your own business, but he didn’t.

You were obviously taken aback. Junhui felt a slight twinge of pride for being the one that made you feel something, instead of it always being the other way around.

“I should go.” 

Junhui wanted to stop you, for some odd reason. He couldn’t get over his paralyzing love for you through just one argument.

There was something in your eyes. Maybe it was a glint of regret. Maybe you wanted Junhui to tell you to stay.

“Yeah, you should.” Was what he said instead.

(So you left, and Junhui let you. Junhui would look back on it years later with nothing but criticism for himself. You were such a mistake.)

[jamaiskookie]

reese-with-her-spoon [ksj x reader]

👾 warnings: really shitty writing, honestly not my best work. :-((

👾 word count: 4.5k

👾 genre: fluff!!! crack!!! all the good shit!!!

👾 A/N: kicking the week off with some fLUFF to prepare you for the ~spook~ that is arriving soon. hope you enjoy this! why do i feel like i have to mention joon’s bonsais in every fic

main masterlist. spooktober masterlist. 

👾 synopsis: in hindsight, attempting to get back at the biggest prankster you know during halloween was probably not your most stellar idea. 

“Kim Seokjin!” You screech furiously, pacing outside his ridiculously large cottage-style home. Passerbys worriedly look your way, but you cannot bring yourself to be embarrassed. The house stands still. Nobody seems to be moving, much less rushing to get the door, despite the fact that you’ve pressed the doorbell countless times already. 

“KIM SEOKJIN!” You yell again, glaring at the house as if your steely gaze will force him to come out. “What the hell could you be doing?” You mutter to yourself. “It’s not like you have a life or anything.” You reach out, stabbing the doorbell again. 

“I can hEAR the goddamn bell ringing inside come get the dOOR JIN!” Someone on the inside is stomping down the doors and you hear a scuffling accompanied with whispers. Smirking satisfyingly, you bang the door. “Good, now come out, you coward!” 

The door opens… to someone that is not Seokjin. Kim Seokjoong stands on the other side, quizzically raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Y/N, hey- wow. He did that?” Kim Seokjoong is Seokijn’s older brother, a self taught coder who basically spends every waking moment of his day on his computer. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him out of the house. 

His eyes are fixed above your eyes, and he smiles, quietly giggling to himself. You pull your hands back, reminding yourself that you need to save your temper for the real culprit. 

“Would you just-” You point inside, not meeting his eyes. “- let me in?” Seokjoong nods, stifling a laugh. You glare at him, and he promptly shuts his mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be in university now, you unemployed leech?” Seokjoong flinches and mumbles something about how you’re supposed to respect your elders. 

“Here, come in.” He says, sighing. “Just don’t murder him in the house, okay? Mom’ll get mad.” Seokjoong stands aside and lets you in, looking around outside and shutting the door, putting a finger to his lips. “He’s been upstairs cackling his ass off since you started screaming and pounding the door twenty minutes ago.” You look up at the ceiling, only to wince at the screaming picture of a witch stuck on the ceiling. 

The Kim household during Halloween season is quite- festive. Pumpkins, witch hats, ghost cutouts and much more are scattered and adorned all around the house. You just know this is Jin’s doing… the doctor printout with cat ears on the wall that reads ‘I’m A Purr-amedic!’ gives it all away. You squirm when you have to pull away fake cobwebs out of your face to go up the stairs. 

“So, how are you going to do it this time? Sneak attack, retaliate? Do me a favour and don’t douse him with a bucket of syrup like you did last time. He was sticky for weeks, and we had an ant infestation.” Seokjoong pants and follows you up the stairs, questioning you. You stalk up the stairs, gripping the handrail tightly.  

“- Okay you’re starting to look scary now. Please don’t kill him.” He says, and you don’t bother giving him a response. 

“Which one is he in?” You eventually say, looking around the closed doors in the hallway. Seokjoong turns to look at you, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“You’ve been up here thousands of times, Y/N.” You flick his forehead and he lets out a cry of pain. 

“No, that’s not what I mean. Which room is he hiding in?” You ask. He hesitates and you, exasperatedly, point to the top of your head. Guiltily, he points to the furthest door to the right, looking up at the ceiling and fiddling at the hem of his shirt. Muttering a rather curt ‘thanks’, you stomp over to the purple and orange decorated door that is labelled “SPOOKY SUPPLIES.” You pause to sigh at Jin’s stupidity, then you fling the door open with a bang. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHH-” As expected, Seokjin is inside, wearing his worn out black hoodie and sitting on a pile of Halloween decorations. You put your hands on your hips and glare at him, but his screaming slowly turns to laughter, which just makes you even more mad.

“- Oh my god hAHHAHAHAH! You look hilarious!” He yells, slapping his thigh and laughing in his obnoxious, window wiper-like voice. “It turned out better than I thought it would!” He marvels through his laughter. Your glare turns meaner, and you stare straight into his eyes, shutting him up. 

“Kim. Seokjin.” 

“... Yes, my love?” He smiles innocently, batting his eyelashes. You resist the urge to slap him. 

“Care to explain to me why the hell my hair is bright red?” Jin, not able to hold it in, bursts out laughing again, burying his face in his hoodie, attempting to muffle his laughter. It doesn’t work very well, and he comes back up for oxygen, taking a large breath. 

“In my defence,” Good luck with that, you think. Nothing would be able to help his case and keep you from murdering him. “- I didn’t really think it would work this well!” He takes one more peek at your hair and chokes back another laugh. “Oh my god, you kinda look like a pumpkin!” 

This time, instead of holding back your violent tendencies, you grab a foam pumpkin from the ground of the supply closet and hit him on the head. Unfazed, he just looks back up, still infuriatingly giggling. 

“Don’t worry,” He says. “It’s not permanent.” You huff, secretly relieved. “... Well, it should be temporary. I think. Probably.” You lift the pumpkin foam decoration and hit him again. “Hey! Why are you hitting me? You look good in red! Now you can be Ronald Mcdonald for Halloween!” You raise the pumpkin (Who you have begun to affectionately call ‘Jin Hit Pumpkin’ in your head) to hit him again, but he squeaks and covers his face, so you put it down. 

“I swear to god, Jin,” You scold. “If this doesn’t wash out of my hair, I will sue.” Jin looks sheepishly up at you before ducking his head down and walking out of the storage closet. He glares at Seokjoong the second he steps out, who is apologetically smiling at him. 

“Traitor.” Jin mutters, stabbing a finger in his older brother’s chest. 

“I’m sorry!” Seokjoon defends. “She’s real fucking scary with the red hair!” You turn over to glare at them, and the two brothers recoil, murmuring apologies. You point at Seokjin, locking your eyes with his while walking backwards down the stairs, at the exact same time. 

“You. Watch your fucking back, Jin. I’ll get back at you for this.” You slowly disappear from the brothers’ eyeline, and they hear a door slamming shortly after. Seokjoong sighs and places a hand around Jin’s shoulder. 

“You have weird taste in women, bro.” Jin pushes his hand off his shoulder, rolling his eyes and retreating to his room, grumbling something that Seokjoong didn’t manage to hear. 

👾.

Kim Seokjin is a force to be reckoned with, even you have to admit. For someone who claims to be an unoriginal copycat, his pranks are pretty creative. You would never ever tell him this, of course, but you keep a list of the pranks he’s played on you. 

It’s not much of a list, actually. More like a three notebooks’ worth of practical jokes. And after all these years, he’s somehow never repeated one of his pranks. Only the stupid, small ones, but that’s inevitable. You can’t count how many times you’ve sat on a whoopee cushion. 

But also, who the fuck still uses whoopee cushions? You’re almost convinced Seokjin has a lifetime supply that he’s just trying to use up with the amount of cushions he has to go through every single year. You tap your pen against an empty page of a notebook, frustratingly chewing on your lip. This prank is a new one. Jin’s never done anything to your hair before, so should you do something to his precious hair? 

Come to think of it, how on earth did he even manage to sneak into your house and replace your shampoo? Maybe you can charge him for breaking and entering. You tap at your computer and groan when Google says that a minor will mostly likely get a fine for breaking and entering. The most they can get to one year of detention punishment. 

A year is hardly enough of time away from Seokjin and his stupid pranks. How much time have you wasted stressing over his jokes? You wonder. Last year, you didn’t sleep well for a good two months when he managed to stuff a walkie talkie underneath your bed. 

He made creaky chicken noises while you were sleeping for two whole months before you managed to find out why the hell chicken sounds were coming from your bedroom every night. Begrudgingly, you have to admit that that one was pretty smart. But you aren’t too mad about that incident. He lost just as much sleep as you did by making those goddamn chicken noises. At the time, you asked him why he didn’t just loop a recording or something similar, but he just grinned and quipped that he didn’t think of that. 

You got back at him a week later by posting a particularly ugly selfie from his middle school days on instagram. It had nearly 8,000 likes before he found you and forced you to take it down. You also got a week of detensions when he tattled on you for sharing photos without the owner’s consent, (Which is the most bullshit thing you’ve ever heard,) but it was pretty worth it. 

Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, scoffing and whining when you realise again that your hair is now fucking red-! Faded red, but it still looks horrible. Maybe you should dye his hair red, just to match. Seokjoong would probably let you in if you bribed him enough- with cookies, obviously. But he’d probably look good in red hair, that insufferable, good-looking idiot. What could you do… What could you do? You drop your pen onto the notebook, and a huge grin slowly spreads on your face. You might just have an idea.

Halloween night. A time for budding teenagers to make bad decisions. Or alternatively, a time for Seokjin to go absolutely insane. You don’t know how he does it, but his parents go away every single year for the week of Halloween. He throws the craziest costume party every year, and always tries to come up with the craziest costume. 

Last year he was a ‘waist of time’. Completely shirtless, he wore a belt with a watch looped around it. Not his best idea, since he had to go around the whole night explaining to people what he was dressed as. The year before he was a ‘hipster vampire’. Completely shirtless, he wore fangs with fake blood with circle sunglasses with a jet black cape wrapped around his neck, with the words ‘SAVE THE BEES’ embroidered on the back in yellow and white. 

Yeah, there’s a little bit of a pattern. 

“Soo, what are you doing for Halloween this year?” You sweetly ask Jin, who is walking through the hallway after slamming his locker shut. One of his hands holds the strap of his backpack, and the other hand knocks at your head. Pulling back, you stare at him weirdly. 

“What are you doing.” You ask. He doesn’t respond. Seokjin leans in, curiously looking at your face. You blush, pushing him away, but he continues to look at you, tilting his head and humming to himself. “What are you doing?” You say, moving further away from him. 

“You haven’t gotten rid of your red hair yet?” He says, reaching out and stroking the red hair. You slap his hand away and he retracts it, still smirking gleefully. You had spent the entire weekend before attempting to watch the red out of your hair. The result was a faded berry-black dye that’s been stained in your hair. You scowl, turning away and smacking him in the face with your hair just for good measure. 

“How could I get rid of it? It won’t fucking wash off, dumbass! This is all your fault!” Jin hums thoughtfully to himself, scratching the underside of his chin. He looks like a premature grandfather recalling his days in wartime. 

“Damn,” He swears under his breath. “I guess my prank backfired.” 

“Backfired?” You stop in the middle of the hallway to face him, and he slowly turns around to do the same, quizzically raising an eyebrow at you. “Don’t you mean your prank was a success? I thought you’d be ecstatic to know that my hair now looks like a rotten strawberry.” 

Jin shakes his head with a slight smile. “No, it backfired.” 

“You look really good with red hair. This prank probably affects me more than it does you.” He says nonchalantly, turning away and walking down the hallway. Your eyes follow him, watching as Taehyung, Jin’s friend and the school’s resident art hipster launches himself on him and koala hugs him, cackling when Jin screams and starts yelling at him. 

“What… What? What did he just say?” You say to yourself, blinking blankly. 

Maybe your plan backfired too. You approached Jin with the intent of sabotaging his Halloween night, but what you walk away with is neither an evil plan or a satisfied smirk on your face. You spin around in a daze, heading to your calculus class with a bright red blush lining your cheeks and the beginning of a daydream starting to form in your head. 

You practically collapsed in your seat, not listening to the teacher, who is currently scolding you for being late. You nod, blurting out an apology, even though you didn’t hear 90% of her rant about the significance of education and time. 

“Psst!” Namjoon, the only friend both you and Jin share hisses at you, jabbing the head of his pencil into your side. You hiss back, smacking his pencil back. “Why is your hair red?” You glare his way. 

“Don’t ask.” You grumble. 

“... Okay then. Why are you late?” He asks. “I was going to wait for you after homeroom, but you didn’t didn’t come to your locker so I left without you.”

Disregarding his question, you lean over, propping your head onto your hands. “Are you going to come to Jin’s Halloween bash on Saturday?” Namjoon snorts, turning back to the teacher to make some quick notes in his notebook. 

“Of course. Do you know how much shit I’d get if I didn’t show up? He gets so pouty and pissed about his Halloween obsession. And now I have to come up with a relatively creative and funny costume to satisfy his requirements for the stupid costume party he hosts!” He complains and whines at you. You laugh, and can’t help but agree. You’ve been forced to attend every single Halloween bash too. “You know what I came as last year, right?” He asks. “I came as a bonsai tree, and he got so mad! Said that I put “no effort” into my artistic choices. I spent like two hours glueing those leaves onto my shirt!” Namjoon huffs, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“What do you think I should go as?” Namjoon shrugs. “You can wear whatever you want, it’s not like he’ll care about what you’re wearing. As long as you show up, he’s happy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, frowning. Namjoon immediately shakes his head at you, smiling slightly strangely. 

“Nothing!” 

You stare at him suspiciously, but you don’t comment further. Namjoon’s just weird like that sometimes. “Hm. Can I bounce some Halloween ideas off of you then?” He nods, shrugging to say he doesn’t mind. You lean in and whisper something into his ear with a mischievous glint in your eye. Namjoon bursts out laughing in the middle of the empty classroom when he hears what you have to say. 

👾.

Another thing to add to your neverending list of things Kim Seokjin can do; Throw a party. For Halloween night, the household gets even more festive, if that’s even possible. Every inch and every corner of the front yard, interior and outerior is plastered with some kind of Halloween themed merchandise. 

There’s even a large hand drawn sign outside that says ‘NO TRICK OR TREATERS PLEASE.’ Not that any sane child would ever come within a mile of this place. You could hear the blasting music from three blocks away. You wonder how long it’ll take for somebody to call the cops this year. But then again, it’s probably more likely that the police would join the party instead of arresting the partiers. God knows the police have better things to tackle on Halloween night anyways. It’s the major season for crime and stupid desicions, of course. 

In your humble opinion, Halloween is the most useless holiday out of them all, with Valentine's day coming in at a close second. What’s the point of celebrating a large westernised holiday? The main purpose of Halloween is literally so children can get free candy and for college kids to get wasted and pass out on the lawn with a slutty cat outfit on.

You don’t see the point, but if you even voiced your thoughts aloud within a five mile radius of Jin, you’d get murdered. That man lives, breathes, and eats Halloween all year long. He complains about it not being October yet constantly, puts ghost stickers everywhere when September begins (For his “pre-celebration”), He’ll even buy anything that has the words ‘pumpkin spice’ on it. You’re slightly worried sometimes that it’s an actual addiction. 

Hallow-diction? You’ll work on the term. 

You already regret your choice of wearing heel when you trudge through the grass of Jin’s front yard, covering your eyes from the couple who is basically having clothed sex against the wall outside Jin’s home. Who knows how many blisters you’ll wake up with tomorrow morning? At least your legs look amazing. 

The sky is dark and dreary, a rather fitting night for Halloween to be on, but inside the house, it’s loud and you can already hear people getting drunk and dancing. Taking in a deep breath, you push open the door.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but if anything, the inside is worse than the outside. You’d rather go back to the couple having clothed sex. People dressed in outrageous costumes are dancing on the floor to some rapper you can’t recognise. You can already spot five sexy cats, at least 5 witches, and too many angels for you to count. Maybe this is a bad idea, you think. It’s not too late to go back home, you reason with yourself in your head. The sweaty bunch of people drunk dancing and screaming is already sounding off all the SOCIAL ANXIETY QUICK RUN sirens in your brain. 

But before you can turn around and give into your instincts, a hand clamps onto your shoulder and pulls you into the house, leaving you longingly staring at the front door, the only chance of your freedom taken away. Namjoon spins you around to face you and nods appreciatively. He’s dressed as a ‘french toast’, a striped shirt, mustache and barrett accompanied with a slice of bread costume slung over his shoulders. 

“Hey, you look good!” You giggle at the praise. The only good thing about tonight is how great your outfit looks. “Aw, man!” Namjoon whines. “Maybe I should have gone as an angel! Then we would have matched!” You laugh, the sound drowned out from the blasting music. 

“Angel and devil? That’s hilarious!” But you spin around anyway, showing off your bright red bodycon dress with lace cutouts. A pair of embellished devil horns sit on your head and you personally attached a spiked tail to your dress just this morning. All topped off with a cropped leather jacket that you already have the urge to take off. 

“Yeah, you look super fucking sexy, wait until Jin sees this!”

“Hm? I can’t hear, it’s the music-!” 

“Nothing!” 

You spin around, looking left and right throughout the house. You can’t seem to find Jin anywhere, but that’s alright. He’ll find you soon enough. You still wonder what sort of shirtless, punny, dad joke style costume variation he’s managed to come up with this year though. 

“What happened to your sabotage plan? I was surprised when the whole house didn’t explode in stick bombs… or something worse.” Namjoon shudders in his toast outfit. 

“Eh.” You shrug, shifting uncomfortably. “I just thought I should enjoy Halloween, you know? Try not to make Jin miserable for once.” 

“Well, looks like you ended up pranking him anyways,“ Namjoon gestures down your figure. “Whether you meant to or not.“

You have no clue what Namjoon is talking about, but you were originally planning to come armed with all the sabotage tools: toilet paper, stink bombs, elephant toothpaste… the works. But you ditched the idea after a bit of thought. What’s the use of getting back at Jin on Halloween anyway? He’ll just get back at you, twice as hard. Your hair is already red- you couldn’t risk anything else. 

An off-putting, familiar voice speaks from behind you. Looking up, Namjoon is already gone, which means- 

“Speak of the devil.” You mutter. “Oh, hey!” You chuckle at the accidental joke. “Speak of the devil, because tonight I’m the literal devil, haHahhahHAH I’m so funny-!” 

“y/N, you’re here!” Sure enough, Jin stands behind you, completely- shockingly, in a turn of completely unpredicted events- shirtless. His abs should be outlawed, you think. They shouldn’t be allowed to be just hanging out. He should at least come with a warning sign. ‘WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHEST AND STOMACH MAY CAUSE SHORTNESS OF BREATH AND DEATH DUE TO THIRST.’ 

At first sight, he just looks like an average frat boy, with loose sweatpants dangerously hanging down at his hips. But after squinting, you notice he’s holding… a spoon? And a packet of reese’s cups? 

You slowly turn around, and Jin’s eyes widen comically, his jaw physically dropping. He drops his metal spoon on the ground, but doesn’t seem to notice. 

“I- Y/N! I-? Wha- ? I- wah- wow. Wha?” If there was a human expression equivalent to ‘??!!!?’, Jin’s face would provide the perfect definition for it. He chokes, and coughs back, leaning over the counter and clutching at his chest. 

“Woah- Are you okay?” Jin, holding a finger up, swallows down some phlegm and continues to ogle at your costume. 

“Okay.” He says, after he finished coughing. “When I told you that your costume had to be creative, I didn’t mean- this.” 

“What do you mean, do I look bad?”

“No, trust me, you don’t. But there are so many pervert guys out here tonight who would take advantage of you, so be careful. Stick to me.” You look up and down at him, from his abs which are completely on display, to the sweatpants that would definitely get him arrested for public indecency. 

“Are you talking about yourself?” Jin leans down to pick up his spoon while you speak. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A frat boy from the 90s? An ex-con who just got out of jail? A college dropout?” Jin frowns. 

“Why is nobody getting my costume tonight?” Holding up his Reese's pieces to his face, he smiles brightly and explains. “I’m Reese,” He lifts up the spoon. “- With her spoon!” You stare at him. He sighs and stomps his foot against the floor. “I’m Reese Witherspoon.” Your mouth opens in an ‘o’ in realisation, nodding. “Not my best idea, but still smart. I never fail to amaze myself year after year.” Clearing his throat, he spares another glance to your dress and tears his eyes away straight after, averting his eyes and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. 

“Uhh,” He says, awkwardly. “Devil. It fits you! You know, with the red hair.” You nod, thankful that he’s actually acknowledging the effort you put in your costume this year. Last year, you showed up as a powerpuff girl- Blossom. He got angry and ranted for hours without end about how Bubbles was clearly the superior powerpuff girl. 

“I know, right!” You say cheerfully. “Your stupid prank actually gave me an idea, so I guess I should thank you.” Jin looks at you expectantly, and you shove him back. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to actually thank you, jerk. You still dyed my fucking hair red.” 

“Fuck,” Jin curses. “I did this, didn’t I? Goddamnit, I told you this prank would end up affecting me more than you!” 

“Huh?” 

Jin continues to curse at himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and deeply regretting his life decisions. From behind him, Min Yoongi is calling him to join for a game of spook-pong (A game Jin invented; It’s like beer pong but with mystery drinks), but he ignores his name being called. He so quickly averts his eyes down at your chest again, blinking and drawing back like he saw a ghost. 

“Anyways,” He says, pulling you around to place his hand over your shoulder, forcing you to press into his slightly sweaty chest. He walks you over to the spook-pong table. “Don’t wear this again, okay? You’re going to give me a heart attack.” He looks over at you when you begin to laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious! I can’t look at you right now without- ugh. This was a bad night for me to choose to wear sweatpants.” He steps away from you and buries his hands inside his pants pockets, clearing his throat in a moment of strange seriousness. For a split second, you think he might have something important to say, but he just breaks out into a signature Jin grin, smiling toothily at you. His face is too cute to match his bare chest, you think to yourself. 

“Have a nice Halloween, Y/N. Call if you need anything, okay? I’ll come find you after I smash this game of spook pong.” You nod and he goes off running towards Yoongi, who is already complaining about what took him so long. Jin laughs and snatches a ping pong ball from him, already screaming about how there’s no chance the inventor of the game could lose. 

On the opposite end of the table, Jimin and Jungkook are making faces at him. You smile and break out into a laugh. Halloween night is rather fun, you suppose. You sigh. Maybe if you stop spending Halloween as a way to get back at Jin’s stupid pranks, it would bump Valentine’s day up as your most hated holiday. Namjoon appears by your side, shaking his head at you for no reason. 

“You still don’t get it?” He asks, gesturing to Jin. You stare blankly at him, moving away when his toast costume accidentally smacks against your devil tail. 

“Get what?” Namjoon continues to shake his head, smiling in a one-day-i’m-going-to-kill-you kind of way. Men are so confusing. 

(At the end of the night, you draw dicks and other incriminating things onto Jin’s back with the help of a distracting Namjoon. It was his fault for being shirtless- and besides, you can’t let Halloween night go completely to waste.)

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Bringers of Light and Shadow (FFXIV Story)

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With a grand roar, the beast known as Therion breathed it’s last breath, falling to the purple ground before erupting in a buff of smoke. The party put their weapons away as the rest of the Scions managed to catch up to them. At the same time, Emet-Selch approached the group of heroes, his footsteps breaking through the dense silence.

The Warriors of Light turned Warriors of Darkness kept their gaze fixed on the Ascian before them, but their vision repeatedly faded before they refocused once again; they managed to hold back the Warden’s Light more or less, but each passing moment proved harder and harder.

“Well, well. It seems you have prevailed...” Emet-Selch finally spoke. But rather this a light-hearted tone of congratulations, his words dripped with spite, as if he wasn’t happy S’bera and his team survived. “However...” With a wave of his arm, a powerful blast of darkness spewed forth, knocking the Scions off their feet. S”bera and his team stood firm, but were left winded, kneeling between Emet-Selch and the Scions, hardly any energy to stand from such a blast.

“Your performance was appalling and I remain unconvinced of your worth. Doubtless, you and yours stand leagues above the rabble you surround yourself. But you are very much a beetle amongst a group of ants, standing before a lion. If I had used my full strength, you would be nothing more than dust in the wind.” His words matched his gaze, looking down upon the Warriors and Scions with contempt, offended that they dare to exist within the same plane of existence as him. “Such is the truth between us; incomplete and broken reflections against the true article and your world, nothing compared to what it once was.”

Out of nowhere, Alisaie let out a grunt as she charged forward. “Alisaie, no!” S’bera called out, but it was too late. Alisaie’s blade met with a barrier protecting Emet-Selch. He made no physical reaction, as if a leaf was blowing towards him.

“So what if our worlds are nothing like yours?” Undeterred by the barrier, she struck and slashed at the magical wall protecting her opponent, trying in vain to make some sort of impact. “They are still our homes, still full of life and and beauty! And we’ll be damned if we let someone like you take away all we hold dear, just because you don’t like it!”“

Emet-Selch’s brow furrowed, hearing her talk about their “homes” as if they had any right to compare to his home. He brought a single hand up, firing a weaker blast of darkness, striking the young Elezen girl as her brother came rushing to her side. “You speak of beauty, but we of Amaurot know what true beauty-what true perfection-is. What you of the Source and the other reflections are but crude mockeries of that beauty. And the pathetic excuses of lives you lead are just as crude, lacking in meaning and purpose.”

Alphinaud’s arms wrapped around his sister’s form, holding her head to his chest as if protecting her from future harm. “Say what you will; though our lives are hardly a flicker compared to what you live, we will rise again and again and through our words and actions, we can achieve great things. We are the ones who define our own worth, not you!”

With a snap of his finger, several arrows of darkness appeared from the air and embedded themselves in the ground around the twins before exploding, each one dealing heavy damage. Once the dust had cleared, Alphinaud and Alisaie lay hunched over, no longer moving.

The Warriors of Darkness looked on at the sight before them, the twins left a crumpled mess as they struggled to their feet, their whole bodies shaking as they rose. “You... You lied to us...” S’bera spoke, practically leading his friends as they all slowly marched towards Emet-Selch. As he spoke, there was something different about him; the markings on his face had already turned a blank white.

“You said that... we could fight to... prove our worth...” Ishita spoke up next, the dark purple horns on her face the same pure white.

“But you had... no intention of letting us go... did you...?” Next was Omutu, eyes shined through his helmet of darkness, but rather than the usual green eyes, they were white as well.

Their visions were partially obscured in white; each of them could feel the Lightwarden’s essence slowly eating away at them. They had to hold on... for as long as possible.

“And what if I did? Does it matter? Your time is up anyway. And once I reclaim what is rightfully mine, the first thing I shall do is expunge your very existence from the memory of this star.” The Ascian held his hands out, a concentrated blast shooting out of each of his fingers, only to be blocked by a barrier. Y’shtola and Urianger have regained consciousness, ready to assist their friends.

“While it is true that all we love will one day fade to dust...” Y’shtola raised her staff, concentrating as much of her aether as possible.

“The actions we take shalt remain as a guide for those who wouldst come after, to continue upon our legacy.” Urianger said, as calm as ever as Y’shtola’s finished her preparation, letting go with a powerful Flare spell at their foe.

It didn’t take long for the dust to clear, leaving Emet-Selch with nary a scratch as he fired a pair of beams at the two, taking them out with one fell swoop.

“We’re... not done yet...” Frances spoke next, just barely trying to keep her usual detached exterior together. All the while, white patches started to appear on her light-tanned skin.

“So long... as we draw breath... we’ll continue to fight...” U’tala’s black hair, even the hair on her feline ears, had completely turned white with white spots appearing on her tail.

“Oh, poor wanderers.” Emet-Selch responded, speaking to them in a tone one could swear was openly insulting. “You wish to spend your last moments struggling against the inevitable. You’ve no fight left to fight; no life left to live.”

The group had only managed to take a few more steps before the corrupted aether within them flared up, causing each to groan and hold themselves in pain, once again falling to their knees in agony. Again and again, the light flared, desperately trying to push back against the Warriors’ attempts to contain it.

The Ascian could only look on and grin, seeming to enjoy what was happening before him. “Oh, come now~ You are Hydaelyn’s Chosen, are you not? Her Warriors of Light, correct?” He sounded like he was on the verge of laughing. “No sense trying to deny HER Light! Let the light consume you and purge our land of the vermin that infest it!”

As if on cue, Thancred charged forward, Gunblade at the ready as he brought it down towards Emet-Selch, only for the man to easily block the attack as well. “Now, Ryne! Hurry! They haven’t much time!”

The young girl quickly mustered her strength and ran towards the group, her gaze set on stemming the light within them.

However, the former Garlean Emperor saw what she was trying to do, effortlessly pushing Thancred back before preparing another attack. “No!” Thancred immediately rushed to where Emet-Selch was aiming, diving forward as he turned, hoping to cover as much area as possible to protect Ryne. But it was for naught as the darkness pierced through both him and Ryne at the same time.

Ryne only managed a few more steps before falling to her knees. “Fight it... You must... hang on...” That was all she was able to say before falling over.

The party could only look on, their eyes scanning around them and seeing the bodies of their comrades who tried to protect them. But suddenly, the corrupted light aether swelled up again, pushing back even harder than before. They tried to hold it back, but it was a losing battle as they each coughed up what’s would normally be blood, if it wasn’t completely white.

“This... can’t be... the end...” S’bera was the first to fall, his strength completely gone as he fell, his vision going white.

“I couldn’t... protect... anyone...” Omutu was next, his armor clanging against the ground, his vision going white as well.

“Tala...” Ishita could barely hold her hand out towards her Miqo’te girlfriend. “Ishi...” U’tala could barely do the same. Both had regrets in their eyes, being unable to help each other and that they would die like this. They fell forward, the tips of their fingers mere inches apart as their vsion went white.

“Mother... Father... My friends and home...” Frances’ thoughts were off the people she knew and loved; her parents, the friends of her parents, her home, and the friends she made. She’ll never see them again and even worse; she’ll be somewhat responsible for the deaths of the people from the Source. Those were her last thoughts as she fell over and all she could see was white.

S’bera awoke in a pure white void as he lifted his head up, only being strong enough to prop himself onto his elbow. He looked around, unable to see his friends. Is this... the end? The next world? Or perhaps, this is what awaited those who became corrupted by the essence of the Lightwardens. But he immediately noticed someone standing beside him; Ardbert.

“Is this truly it? The Warrior of Light who traveled to another world only to die. Is this truly how your story ends?” The Hume spoke, not even meeting the weakened Miqo’te eye-to-eye. “If you had the strength, would you continue to fight? Fight until your last breath? To die on your feet, fighting for what you believe in?”

“I would.” S’bera wasted no time in responding; the experiences of his travels having shaped him into someone more willing to fight for those he cares about. To fight to the bitter end in the name of all that is good. But... what can he do? This was the end of his journey, of their journey. A pitiful end to the Champions of Eorzea.

“Hmph.” Ardbert couldn’t help but smirk, seeming to be satisfied by the Dragoon’s response, but also sensing the despair in his soul. He reached onto his back and took a hold of his axe, holding the blade towards S’bera. “Take it. We are Warriors and together, we’ll fight for the fate of our worlds.”

Omutu awoke within an empty void planting his hands on... whatever served as a floor as he surveyed his location, nothing but white for miles. He looked to where he friends last were, but saw nothing.

“You gave it your all, but it still wasn’t enough.” The voice caught the Lalafell’s attention, causing him to turn his head and look up towards Branden, the  Galdjent Paladin standing tall, looking forward with his arms crossed. “I saw how you fight; to protect those you hold dear. If given the chance, would you do all in your power to protect them?”

“I would. With my very life.” His response was stern with no hesitation. Long had he resolved himself to protect others with no regard for his own life. But this time was different; he protects those he cares about because he cares about them, the people who made him feel like he truly belonged.

“Hm.” Branden smiled, reaching onto his waist and took a hold of his Paladin’s sword, holding the hilt towards Omutu. “Full glad am I to hear that. You truly are an honorable man, so allow me to assist you.”

Ishita gasped, immediately looking around the void before looking to her side, where U’tala laid, but no one was there. No one was anywhere. She was left all alone in the nothingness.

“So that’s it, then?” A voice broke the silence, causing Ishita to turn her head towards the source, spotting Nyelbert. “A great mage going down without a fight. I find it rather hard to believe you of all people managed to master black and white magicks.” The Elf couldn’t help but pause for a moment. “Tell me, if given a second chance, would you continue to hone your skills?”

“I will.” Her eyes furrowed. She took pride in her magic and she’s nowhere near done yet. But first... there’s an Ascian to take down and a world to save. Two worlds, rather. She’ll show him just how strong her “imperfect” magic is.

“Very well.” Nyelbert took a hold of his staff, holding the tip towards the Au Ra. “I’ll admit, your skills are rather impressive, even by my standards. I have faith in your growth.”

U’tala awoke amongst the nothingness, first looking to her side, only to find Ishita missing. Her gaze scanned the endless expanse, but there didn’t seem to be a soul around except her. But her sights came to rest on a Dwarven girl clad in white robes.

“How painfully tragic...” Lamitt’s tone was soft, almost sorrowful. “I saw how fiercely you made sure everyone was safe and healthy, especially your beloved. I’m quite touched by your dedication. So I have to ask, if you had more energy, would you continue to assist those you love? Heal them, regardless of injury?”

“I will.” U’tala responded, her eyes burning with determination. Omutu may take the role of protecting the group, it’s U’tala’s job to make sure he’s standing. Not just him, but make sure everyone can continue to fight and even augment their strength if need be.

“I’m glad to hear.” Lamitt smiled as she looked at U’tala, removing her staff and holding the tip towards the Miqo’te. “Take it and we’ll help them together.”

Frances blinked her eyes, looking up before looking around, nothing but white as far as the eyes could see. She couldn’t find any hint of her friends; she was truly and utterly alone. At least, until she sensed someone else standing next to her. Craning her head, she noticed a Mystel girl standing right next to her.

“A shame, isn’t it?” Renda’s gaze fell forward, seeming to look directly into the endless expanse. “The hunter has become the hunted. But you’re not done yet, are you? Your skills are about as good as mine. If given the chance, would you be willing to fire another arrow?”

Frances gave a single nod. “Yes. I’ll hit him in his third eye.” A bold claim. And given how small that third eye is, it’d be nearly impossible to hit... for anyone else but her. While she’s confident in her skills, she’s most confident in her archery. But above all else, she has to help the people she calls her lifelong friends.

“Good.” Renda-Rae reached behind her to grab her bow, holding one of the sides to the Viera. “Take it and together, we’ll become the best hunters in the land, taking down this legendary prey.”

Each of the Warriors from the Source reached out to the weapons held out by the Warriors from the First. There was no fear or hesitation in their movements, ready for what may come. But the moment their fingers made contact with the weapon, they suddenly found themselves no longer along. As though the sheets had been pulled back, the group of friends saw each other.

“Omutu? Tala? Ishi? Frances?” S’bera’s eyes fell upon his friends, who looked back at him and each other with equal surprise.

“Ardbert...?” Lamitt’s eyes welled up with fresh tears as she saw the Hume, overcome with joy.

“My friends...” Ardbert stood stunned for but a moment before shaking his head, S’bera doing the same as they brought themselves to attention. “Now’s not the time. We have more important matters.” The other Warriors for the First nodded in agreement, the look of shock being replaced with one of steeled determination.

“Come now, everyone. We have a battle before us.” Arbdert and S’bera spoke in unison, looking forward, the others also looking forward, ready to stand up and fight once again.

“For the light of the Crystals!” Ardbert commanded, his voice booming, ready to fight.

“For the light of Hydaelyn!” The others responded, their voices ringing together, their tone showing how ready they were.

“For those we have lost...” S’bera started, waiting for his own party to follow up.

“For those we can save!” The others cried out, burning with determination from their rallying cry.

A sudden burst of light erupted, causing Emet-Selch to look away from the blinding light. As the light began to fade, a newly revitalized. Not only that, but their clothes had changed; S’bera with a new dark purple Dragoon armor, Omutu changing from Dark Knight back to Paladin, U’tala’s garb becoming a fancy astronomer robe, Ishita now wore red high-end clothes and a beautiful red hat, and Frances donned the garb of a well-versed traveler complete with a fine scarf.

“Know this...” Even though it was S’bera who was speaking, his voice was noticable different; as though two people were talking at the exact same time.

“This world is not yours to end.” Omutu stepped forward, standing side-by-side with S’bera. And just like the Miqo’te, he spoke with two voices.

“This is our future.” Ishita did the same, standing on the other side of S’bera. But not only did it sound like she also had two voices, one of the two was notably more masculine

“This is our story.” Next was U’tala, standing next to Omutu. But the one of the voices that came from her sounded softer.

“And it will continue on.” Finally, Frances took her place next to Ishita. Again, two distinct voices came from her mouth as she spoke.

Emet-Selch did his best to focus, looking towards the party. But rather than their actual appearace, he saw robed Ancients. But the one that stood in the middle drew most of his attention. “No... That’s impossible!” He glred back at the group, angry at the sight he saw. But with a blink of his eyes, his vision returned, laying eyes on the beings from the Source.

“Bah! A mere trick is what it is. You are both broken reflections, nothing more.” He stance straightened, seeming to calm down somewhat. “You are incomplete. Useless. What hope do you have of standing up to a true living being?”

“The hope of the future.” All five of them spoke, no longer with their dual-voices. “We challenge you, Emet-Selch. For the future of this star and the many others.”

The Ascian gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at them, equal parts enraged and offended that they would dare challenge him. “Very well.” His words seeped with spite. “One final test. I shall see your strength, your resolve, firsthand. The victor shall continue and become the hero of the story, while the other goes down in history as its villain.” Darkness swirled and gathered around him. He raised his hand up, balling it into a fist as he slowly brought it down, seeming to focus the power before looking back up at the party.

As he lifted his head, the red Ascian mask appear over his face. “I am Hades!” His voice was markedly different from before. it was deeper and more commanding. “I am he who shall awaken our brothers and sisters from their slumber and retake our home from these mockeries!” His power swelled outward, consuming all around him. Whenever light remained was snuffed out, leaving naught but a single platform to host the battle to decide the future.

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Police Release Video Of Suspect In Nassau Medical Office Fire

HICKSVILLE, NY — Police have released surveillance footage of the man who they said threw a rock through a window at a Hicksville medical office and then threw an incendiary device into the building, causing it to catch fire. Police were sent to 350 South Broadway around 4:30 a.m. on Sept. 27 for a call of a fire alarm. The address matches that of Advantage Care Physicians. Officers found flames in the building and the Hicksville Fire Department was called to extinguish the blaze. As Patch previously reported, firefighters found smoke in the building and flames in a room. The fire was later extinguished.  Read more here.

I read the news from patch.com. The police officers release the video of the suspect in the Nassau Medical Office Fire. According to the police, a man threw a rock through the window at the medical office. Afterward, hurled an incendiary device at the building that causes the fire. The officers found flames in the building, so the Fire Department was called to extinguish the blaze. Then the firefighters found smoke and flames in the room. I’m glad that it was extinguished. If this man is really guilty, I hope that he will be punished. At least, it’s still a blessing that no one was hurt during the fire.

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The Oheka Castle in Hicksville, NY, was built by Otto Hermann Kahn in the center of the 443-acre plot. The cost was $11 million, which is 158 million in today’s currency. It’s the second-largest residence built in America that has a French-style chateau. Oheka is listed in the National Register of Historic Places and a member of the Historic Hotels of America. It’s the National Trust for Historic Preservation program, recognizing and celebrating the beauty of the finest historic hotels in America. After several years, 85% of the estate and gardens have been restored, and 15% of it will be restored soon.

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Oheka Castle 135 W Gate Dr, Huntington, NY 11743, United States

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