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[THREE] — The music box

☆ `` SPECTRAL SCAMMERS ``

☆ — summary: when cartman comes up with yet another 'get rich quick' scheme, he forces his friends, and you, into starting a ghost hunting service. armed with a mix of makeshift equipment, a questionable van and no actual skills, you begin taking jobs to "exorcise" haunted houses.

warnings: strong language, violence, horror elements, cartman being cartman.

(a/n): this chapter is sooo long and it took me DAYS to write it!! >_< (I genuinely didn't sleep at all and just wrote this without stopping, hours without breaks xx) -- this is by far the longest fic/chapter that I've ever wrote... I can't believe it's over 11k words!! I apologize for any grammar mistakes, you can point them out nicely and I'll fix them!! I also apologize for how this chapter seems kinda bland ^.^ -- for some reason, i feel like there wasn't enough romantic tension and stuff... and Tweek's interactions with the reader were so awkward I just don't know how to write for him (╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

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Lunch was rarely quiet, but today's chaos reached a new level as Cartman slammed his backpack onto the cafeteria table with a grin.

"You guys aren't going to believe this." He started, practically shaking in excitement.

"Is it another terrible idea?" Kyle asked, barely looking up from his lunch.

"It's not a terrible idea." Cartman snapped, puffing out his chest. "It's a brilliant idea. A $200 idea, to be exact."

"Here we go..." Stan muttered, leaning back in his seat.

Cartman ignored the groans and unsure looks as he whipped out his phone like a trophy. "I just landed us a gig at the old DeLacroix mansion. They're paying us $200 to 'investigate paranormal activity'."

You all froze for a moment, processing his words.

"Two hundred bucks?" Kenny asked, his eyes lighting up. "That's like... A month's worth of pop tats!"

"Wait, wait, wait..." You interrupted them, raising an eyebrow. "Who in their right mind would pay us twenty hundred dollars to investigate anything? We're not exactly professionals."

"That's where my genius comes in. I told them we're licensed professionals." Cartman smirked.

"Licensed by who? The South Park Department of Bullshit?" Craig asked jokingly.

"Licensed by me, obviously." Cartman shot back.

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. "So let me get this straight... You lied to some poor people and convinced them to pay $200 to mess and play around their houses pretending to hunt ghosts?"

"Exactly!" Cartman answered proudly. "And you're welcome."

"Dude, this is going to blow up in our faces." Stan said as he shook his head. "We don't know the first thing about ghost hunting."

"We don't need to." Cartman replied, waving him off. "Ghosts aren't even real. We just have to scare the homeowners enough for them to think that we actually did something."

"That's... Moraly questionable." You mumbled, eyeing him up and down.

"Oh, please, [Y/N], like you've never fucked with the truth to make a quick buck." Cartman rolled his eyes.

"I-I don't know about this..." Tweek, seated beside you, shifted uncomfortably. "What if the house is actually haunted?"

"Ghosts aren't real, Tweek." Craig replied flatly as he rested his arms on the lunch table.

"They're not real until they are..." Tweek mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Okay can we focus on the important part?" Clyde interrupted. "Two hundred dollars is a lot of money. I say we go for it."

"Yeah." Kenny agreed, nodding excitedly. "We could use the cash to upgrade our equipment or something." He muttered hesitantly, a bit heart broken that, most probably, that's what Cartman would want to do with the money.

"What equipment?" Stan asked, raising and eyebrow.

"We'll figure that out later!" Cartman said as he slammed his hands on the table. "All we have to do is show up, act professional and maybe sprinkle some flour to make it look like ghost footprints. Easy money!"

"This is such a bad idea." Kyle groaned.

"Bad idea or not, you're in." Cartman shot back smugly. "Everyone's in."

"I didn't agree to anything." Craig cut in.

"I don't care what you think, Craig." Cartman snapped. "You're coming. And you're driving the van."

Craig flipped him off with the same bored expression on his face.

"What van?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.

"Oh, I've got that covered. Just wait." Cartman's grin widened.

...

As the rest of the group continued to bicker, you couldn't help but notice Tweek fidgeting beside you. His hands toyed with the hem of his shirt, his leg bouncing under the table.

"You okay?" You asked softly, leaning closer to him.

He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice but nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah, just... You know, Cartman's plans never end well."

"That's fair." You mumbled, sighing before quickly giving him a small smile. "But hey, at least this one doesn't involve creating an alien beacon that sends signals out, which ends up getting us abducted by aliens and then arrested by the police." You recalled, reminding Tweek of the horrific incident that happened... Not long ago.

The corners of Tweek's lips tugged upwards, forming a shy smile, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "Yeah, I guess. Still, it's a haunted mansion... That's horror movie territory..."

"You're not scared, are you?" You teased lightly.

"N-No! Of course not!" His face turned a faint shade of pink.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you if anything jumps out." You assured him, smirking as you noticed his cheeks growing redder.

‘ He was so cute when he blushed! You could barely contain yourself from kissing him! ’

He laughed nervously, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "T-Thanks..."

Across the table, Clyde wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. "Aw, look at that! Lovebirds bonding over ghost hunting!"

"Shut up, Clyde." Your smirk faded as you threw your empty carton of milk at him.

"You're just jealous." Cartman cut in smugly. "Not everyone gets to bask in my genius and charm like [Y/N] does."

"Yeah, that's exactly it." You muttered dryly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

...

After much debate and several insults exchanged between Cartman and Kyle, you all hesitantly agreed to the plan.

"Fine!" Stan snapped, throwing his hands up in the air. "We'll do it, but if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you, Cartman."

"Blame me all you want!" Cartman shot back as he smirked. "I'll be too busy counting my $200 to care."

"What do you mean 'my' $200?" Craig asked, his monotone voice cutting through the noise. "Pretty sure we're splitting it evenly."

"Yeah!" You agreed, nodding. "We're all risking our dignity here, so we all get a fair share."

Cartman huffed but didn't argue further. "Whatever. The point is, we've got a job. We're gonna kick some ghost ass!"

You all gathered in the school parking lot after the last bell, backpacks thrown over shoulders and various pieces of 'ghost equipment' in a row. Cartman stood in front of a suspiciously beat up white van, grinning ear to ear as if he was about to ask you if you wanted some candy.

"What the hell is that?" Kyle asked, staring at the van with wide eyes as if it would come to life and swallow him whole.

"Our ride." Cartman answered proudly, slapping the side of the van. "Rented it with my mom's credit card!"

"Your mom let you use her credit card?" Stan raised a brow.

"She doesn't know yet." Cartman admitted with a shrug. "But she will when I 'accidentally' leave the receipt on the counter. By then, it'll be too late."

"Classic." Craig muttered, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Dude, we're not getting in that thing." You said, eyeing the van doubtfully. "It looks like it hasn't been cleaned since the 90s. What's with the stain on the side?"

"Ghost residue." Cartman answered without missing a beat.

"Pretty sure that's bird crap." Clyde pointed out as he leaned closer.

"Shut up!" Cartman snapped. "Do you losers want to walk all the way to the DeLacroix mansion? No? Then get in."

"This is so stupid..." Stan sighed.

"Not as stupid as your haircut." Cartman shot back.

"Let's just get this over with." Kenny interrupted as he threw his backpack in the back. "I wanna see if we can actually pull this off."

The rest of you hesitated but eventually climbed into the van one by one. The inside was even worse, barely breathable air, carrying the smell of sweat, and seats covered in mysterious stains that no one wanted to identify.

"It smells like ass." Clyde stuck out his tongue, pinching his nose.

"This is disgusting." You mumbled as you took a seat near the back.

"Disgusting but functional." Cartman replied as he dropped into the driver's seat.

"You're not seriously the one driving, are you?" Kyle asked, eyeing Cartman up and down.

"Uh, yeah, who else is going to drive?"

"Literally anyone else." Craig cut in, raising his hand.

Cartman ignored him as he turned the key, starting the engine, which, by the way, sounded like it would break down any moment.

"Didn't you say Craig was gonna drive?" Clyde, who was seated in the passenger's seat, asked hesitantly.

"Nope. Don't remember ever saying that." Cartman replied, barely moving the van an inch.

You ended up next to Tweek, who was already fidgeting with the strap of his bag. His eyes scanned the van like he expected a ghost to pop up from the shadows.

"You good?" You asked, leaning slightly toward him.

"Y-Yeah." He nodded quickly, though his jumpy movements suggested otherwise.

"Well at least the van hasn't exploded yet. That's a good sign, right?" You gave him a small smile.

"I guess. But this thing smells like a gym locker." He chuckled, his shoulder relaxing a bit.

"You're not wrong..." You nodded, trying to hold your breath. "Let's just hope the drive isn't too long."

From the front, Cartman banged his fist on the steering wheel. "Can you idiots shut up for five seconds?! I'm trying to focus!"

"You're trying to focus on driving two miles an hour?" Kyle shot back.

"It's called being cautious you fucking bitch!" Cartman defended himself.

"It's called being a terrible driver." Craig muttered, earning a snicker from Kenny.

"Why don't you go flip off a tree or something?" Cartman snapped, glaring at him through the rearview mirror.

Craig responded by slowly raising his middle finger.

As the van crept out of town and onto the road leading to the DeLacroix mansion, the air began to shift. The sun was slowly lowering on the sky, causing long shadows across the pavement. Trees lined both sides of the road, their branches twisting up in the orange sky as they gently swayed in the wind.

"This road is creepy as hell." Kenny pointed out, gazing out the window.

"Perfect setting for a haunted mansion." Clyde added, his voice touched with nervous excitement.

"Or for us to get murdered." You muttered, making Tweek's grip on his thighs tighten.

"Relax! Nothing's going to happen. Ghosts aren't real, remember?" Cartman replied, though his hold on the steering wheel tightened.

"That's not what you said when you were charging $200." Stan pointed out.

"That's called marketing." Cartman shot back smugly. "You wouldn't understand."

The road hit a bump, making everyone jump out of their places.

"Careful, fatass!" Kyle shouted, grabbing onto Kenny who was beside him, holding onto his shoulder to secure himself in his seat.

"Don't like my walking? Get out and walk you fucking asshole!" Cartman snapped, turning around to glare at you all.

‘ Of course that idiot wasn't wearing a seatbelt... ’

"No one's walking." You spoke up, cutting off the argument before it could escalate. "Let's just focus on getting there in one piece."

Tweek shifted uncomfortably beside you, his knee bouncing nervously. You reached out and gave his arm a light tap, grabbing his attention.

"Hey, we'll be fine." You assured, keeping your tone casual. "Worst case scenario, we get there, find out it's just some creaky floorboards and call it a day."

He nodded slowly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards and forming a shy smile. "Yeah... Yeah, you're probably right."

"Of course I'm right, I'm always right." You smirked, and Tweek was sure you could hear his heartbeat.

"Aw, look at that!" Clyde teased from the front of the van, smirking as he was turned to fully look at you.

‘ Another idiot who didn't wear seatbelts... ’

"Tweek's got a little bodyguard!"

"Keep talking like that and I won't hesitate throwing you out the van." You warned him, your smirk fading away.

"Try it. I'll land on my feet."

"Can we stop fucking flirting and focus?" Cartman snapped, glaring at everyone in the rearview mirror. "We've got a job to do, assholes!"

"You're the only asshole here..." You muttered quietly.

"Maybe that's why it smells like ass." Craig added, earning a snicker from Stan.

The van shook along the lonely and bumpy road, the engine groaning with every turn of the wheels. The sun was slowly setting in, the once orange and pink sky darkening.

"Hey, uh... This thing is making weird noise." Stan pointed out.

"That's just the sound of your whining." Cartman shot back, his tone sarcastic.

"No, seriously." You spoke up, trying to glance at Cartman in the rearview mirror. "It's been getting louder for the last mile. Do you even know how to drive this thing?"

"Of course I know how to drive!" Cartman shouted, puffing out his chest. "I'm a naturally born leader. Driving's part of the package, asshole!"

"Leader of what? The loser unit?" Craig snorted.

Before Cartman could fire back and insult him, the van gave a violent shake. Everyone lunged forward as it came to an abrupt stop. The engine faltering as it made loud, roaring sounds before going completely silent.

"You've got to be kidding me." Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What happened?" Kenny asked as he looked around.

Cartman angrily twisted the key, but the engine only made clicking noises in response. "What the hell?!"

"I think your piece of crap van just died." Clyde pointed the obvious, earning a glare from Cartman.

"Shut up, you don't know anything about cars dumbass!" He yelled, practically shaking aggressively in his seat.

"And you do?" Stan raised an eyebrow, only making Cartman's face grow a darker shade of red from frustration.

"I know more than you!" Cartman shouted, slapping the steering wheel.

...

As you all piled out of the van, the reality of your situation started to sink in. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, and to add to the creepiness, the crickets started chirping as the sun lowered.

"This is bad..." Tweek muttered, clutching his bag tightly. "This is really bad..."

"It's fine." You assured him quickly, although your voice was a bit too loud to be entirely convincing. "We'll just figure it out, no big deal."

"No big deal?! We're stranded in the middle of nowhere! What if something's out there?!" Tweek glanced at you, eyes wide as his whole body trembled.

"There's nothing out there." You placed your hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. Your gaze flickered nervously toward the dark trees. "Probably just squirrels or something..."

"Squirrels don't make weird noises at night..." He muttered, his voice shaky as he struggled to keep still.

Craig, standing a few feet away, sighed as he interrupted. "Relax. The only dangerous thing out here is Cartman's driving."

"Hey, screw you asshole!" Cartman barked loudly.

Ignoring him, your hand that was on Tweek's shoulder slowly trailed down to his arm, holding it, trying to steady him. "Look, we'll figure it out, okay? We're not gonna be stuck here forever."

"A-Alright... If you say so." Tweek nodded hesitantly, his breathing slowing a little.

For a moment, you felt pride knowing you managed to calm him down a bit. But then the stillness of the road, the sinister silence, the darkening sky... It was starting to creep you out. Before you knew it, the panic you've kept holding in all this time came rushing in.

"What if we are stuck here?" You blurted out quietly, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "What if no one finds us? What if-"

You felt a hand on your shoulder, the gentle gesture catching you off guard. You almost screamed, but you turned around before you did. You found Craig standing beside you, his usual bored expression replaced with a softer one.

"It's alright." He said simply, his voice low and steady.

You blinked at him, caught off guard.

"You're freaking yourself out." He added, his monotone voice oddly comforting. "It's not helping."

"I know that." You muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Then calm down. We'll figure it out." He shrugged.

Despite his bluntness, his words seemed to make your heart race. You took a deep breath.

Cartman was pacing back and forth beside the van, muttering under his breath. "This is a disaster! A complete disaster! My mom's gonna get upset!"

"You mean because you stole her credit card?" Kyle asked dryly.

"Shut up you Jew!" Cartman snapped.

Stan kneeled down to check under the van, using one of Cartman's almost out of battery flashlights to light up the underside. "Looks like something's leaking." He pointed out, frowning.

"Oil?" Kenny asked, crouching beside him.

"Maybe. I'm not a mechanic."

"Well does anyone know how to fix it?" Clyde questioned, looking around hopefully.

You all glanced at each other, standing in complete silence other than the chirping crickets.

"Nope." Craig answered bluntly.

"Great." Kyle muttered, running a hand down his face. "Just great."

...

With no immediate solution, you all settled into an uneasy silence. Cartman sulked by the driver's door, muttering about how unfair the universe was. Stan and Kyle debated whether they should try to call for help, although they doubted anyone would come this far out. Tweek leaned on a rock near the edge of the road, his knee bouncing nervously.

You sat down beside him, staring at the van and the rest of the group, who were arguing like crazy. You still felt a little nervous, despite Craig's attempt at calming you down earlier. "How you holding up?" You asked.

"Better." Tweek admitted, though his voice was still shaky. "But this sucks."

"Yeah... It really does." You agreed.

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, watching the sky change from orange and pink to a depressing gray. Despite your situation, there was something oddly peaceful about the quiet.

"Thanks for earlier." Tweek mumbled suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

"For what?" You glanced at him, surprised.

"For, you know... Helping me calm down." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "That was pretty nice of you..."

You felt your cheeks warm up, but you quickly brushed it off. "Well, you've got my back too, right?"

Tweek smiled, the corners of his mouth twisting up in a way that made your heart skip a beat. "Yeah. Always."

You all gathered around the front of the van, flashlights in hand. The hood was popped open, revealing the engine that looked like it hasn't been properly maintained in decades.

Stan squinted at the mess, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, so... What exactly are we looking at here?"

"An engine." Craig replied, arms crossed.

"Yeah, thanks, genius." Kyle muttered, rolling his eyes. He leaned closer, frowning at the faint puddle forming beneath the van. "Something's definitely leaking."

"Maybe it's ghost juice." Cartman suggested, snickering at his own joke.

"No one asked you." Kyle snapped, shining his flashlight on the engine.

You sighed, leaning against the side of the van. "So... Does anyone actually know what they're doing?"

Everyone exchanged awkward glances, shrugging at each other.

"Not a clue." Clyde admitted.

"Fantastic." You muttered, your palm coming in contact with your forehead.

"I've seen my dad fix stuff like this before." Stan spoke up, though his tone wasn't exactly confident. "But we need tools."

"Tools?!" Cartman exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "What do you think this is, a Home Depot?! Where are we supposed to get tools in the middle of nowhere?!"

...

"So, what's the plan?" Clyde asked, leaning against the van.

"Plan?" Cartman scoffed. "The plan is you idiots fix the van while I supervise."

"Yeah, that's not happening." Kyle dismissed flatly.

"Wait..." Tweek spoke up, his voice slightly hesitant. "Does anyone have duct tape?"

You turned to him, furrowing your brows together. "What for?"

"Well..." He started, shifting nervously under everyone's gaze. "If it's just a leak, maybe we can patch it up enough to get moving again?"

"That... Actually might work." Stan nodded slowly.

"Great idea!" You praised, smiling at him.

Tweek blinked, his face turning a faint shade of pink. "Uh, thanks..."

"Fine. Who's got tape?" Cartman groaned.

...

After a bit of rummaging, you all managed to find duct tape in Kenny's backpack. You wouldn't dare ask why he had that on him, and it would be better if you didn't.

"This is ridiculous." Craig muttered, watching as Stan and Kyle debated the best way to 'fix' the leak.

"Do you have a better idea?" You asked, raising a brow.

"No. But this still feels stupid." He shrugged.

"Stupid or not, it's all we've got." Stan interrupted, crouching beside the van. "Alright, someone hand me the tape."

Kenny passed the roll as the rest of you watched Stan carefully tape over the leaking spot. "This should hold for a little while. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?!" Cartman exclaimed. "That's the best you've got?!"

"Unless you want to get under there and fix it yourself, yes." Stan shot back.

As Stan finished his makeshift repair, you leaned back against the van, glancing at Tweek. "I didn't expect you to figure out a solution."

"What do you mean?" Tweek tilted his head to the side, confused.

"I mean, that was a pretty great idea. You're full of surprises, huh?" You smiled, nodding towards the engine.

"I just... Didn't want to be stuck here all night." He replied nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as a smile tugged at his lips.

"Well, great job." You muttered.

Tweek chuckled, his usual nervousness temporarily forgotten. "Thanks."

"Alright!" Cartman shouted, clapping his hands. "Is this thing fixed or what?"

"Fixed enough." Stan replied, standing up and dusting off his hands. "But we should probably get moving before it gives out again."

"Great." Cartman said, already climbing into the driver's seat. "Get in, assholes!"

...

You all piled back in the van, the air still tense but slightly more hopeful. The engine came to life as the van moved forward, resuming its journey down the dark, lonely road.

"See? I told you we'd fix it." Cartman bragged, a smug grin on his face.

"You didn't do anything." Kyle pointed out.

"I supervised." Cartman shot back. "That's the most important part of any operation." His words earned a middle finger from Craig, which he of course, didn't ignore.

The van came to a stop just outside the towering DeLacroix mansion, and the sight alone was enough to make everyone fall silent. The place looked like it had been ripped straight out of a gothic horror movie. The iron gates creaked as they swung inward, revealing a front lawn with trimmed edges and a path of cobblestone leading to the massive double doors of the mansion. It looked and sounded like hell. No, seriously. The hinges of the gates screeched like tortured souls.

"Wow. They weren't kidding when they said they were loaded." Stan let out a low whistle.

Craig crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Looks like something out of a vampire movie. I'm expecting Dracula to pop up any second."

"This house is awesome!" Kenny beamed, his face lighting up. "It's like something out of those haunted mansion tours!"

"Yeah, well, it's probably just a glorified dust trap." Kyle shoved his hands in his pockets. "Rich people are weird..."

Cartman turned to glare at Kyle, pointing his thumb toward the mansion. "Rich people are our clients you fucking asshole! Now shut the fuck up and try not to embarrass me."

"Embarrass you?" Kyle snorted. "That's rich coming from the guy who got us abducted by aliens yet they still sent us back to Earth because of you."

"Okay now you're pushing it!" Cartman interrupted. "Face it, you're embarrassing all of us."

"Fuck you, fatass!"

Cartman ignored him, puffing out his chest and leading the group up the cobblestone path as if he was the CEO of some multimillion dollar ghost hunting operation.

Before anyone could knock, the heavy front doors creaked open as an elderly woman stepped out onto the grand porch. She was dressed elegantly in a deep emerald gown, her pearl necklace glinting in the fading sunlight. Her husband followed close behind. His tailored suit looked expensive, and his sharp features carried the kind of sterness that could make anyone feel like a misbehaving child.

The woman's eyes scanned you all, her expression both relieved and suspicious. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" She exclaimed, her voice trembling as she hurried down the steps. "You have no idea how much time we have been waiting for a certain individual to assist us!"

The old man, however, was less excited. He frowned, scanning the group. "You're the ghost hunters?" He asked, his tone doubtful as he eyed you all. "You all look... Very young."

"Thanks, I moisturize." Craig spoke up.

Cartman stepped forward, giving Craig a glare before plastering a fake smile onto his face. "Youthfulness is what makes us the best in business." He replied, his tone was supposed to sound professional, but came off more like a used car salesman.

The old man remained unconvinced, his eyes narrowing as if he were searching for a hidden adult supervisor. "Are you even qualified for this?"

"Qualified?" Cartman repeated, placing a hand on his chest as if he was personally offended. "Sir, we're professionals. We've been in the business for years! Licensed, insured, you name it!"

"Insured against what? Getting caught in your lies?" Kyle muttered under his breath.

Cartman shot him a warning glare before turning back to the couple. "Now, why don't you tell us exactly what's going on, and we're gonna take care of it faster than you can say 'check, please'!"

The woman squeezed her own hands, glancing nervously at her husband before speaking. "It's been terrible. Absolutely terrible. Every night, we hear whispers in the halls. Sometimes it's a woman singing... So soft and yet so haunting... It feels like it's coming from nowhere and everywhere at once."

"And the doors." The old man added, adjusting his tie. "They slam shut on their own. Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes when we're standing right there. It's like we're not welcome in our own home."

"Maybe it's just bad hinges or the wind?" Keny tilted his head to the side.

The woman shot him a sharp look. "Does the wind whisper your name?"

"Depends on how much I've had to drink." Kenny muttered, earning a snicker from Craig.

The man's frown deepened. "This isn't a joke. Whatever is in that house... It isn't natural. And it's just getting worse."

"Don't worry, sir, ma'am." Cartman stepped forward with false confidence. "You called the right team. We've handled cases way scarier than this."

"Name one." Kyle challenged, crossing his arms.

Cartman ignored him, turning his attention back to the couple. "Now, let's talk about payment. We'll need half upfront for, uh, operational costs."

The woman's brows furrowed together. "Operational costs?"

"Yeah." Cartman replied smoothly. "You know, equipment, transportation, ghost insurance..."

"Ghost insurance?" The old man repeated, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

"It's standard practice." Cartman said, waving off their confusion. "Ghost hunting is dangerous work. There's always a risk of possession, attacks, or ectoplasmic goo. We can't exactly do this for free, can we?"

"Oh my God Cartman, stop scamming people." Stan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Scamming people?" Cartman repeated, acting offended. Technically, he was. "This is a legitimate business transaction. Now, if you're done interrupting, let the professionals handle this."

The woman sighed, clearly too exhausted to argue. She reached into her purse, pulling out a checkbook. "Fine. You'll get $100 now and the rest when the job is done."

"Pleasure doing business with you." Cartman smirked, snatching the check before anyone else could.

The man gestured toward the house, his expression grumpy. "Do whatever you need to. Just get rid of it."

Cartman turned to the rest of you, clapping his hands together. "Alright assholes, you heard the man! Gear up and get to work!"

Craig rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to flip Cartman off. "I'm only doing this because I need the money."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Cartman waved him off. "Now let's get moving! Time is money!"

As you all started gathering your 'equipment', you exchanged a glance with Tweek, who was fidgeting nervously.

"Come on, I'm sure it's fine." You cut through the silence, making Tweek flinch.

"Y-Yeah, I'm sure it's alright... But this place gives me goosebumps..." He replied, his voice shaky as his eyes darted everywhere.

"We can use Cartman as a shield." You shrugged, looking over your shoulder to see Cartman shouting at everyone.

Tweek chuckled, his shoulder relaxing a bit. "I-If it's an actual ghost, I'm running back to the van and leaving without the rest of you."

"You're leaving me behind?" You raised your brows, gasping dramatically.

"I'll take you with me." Tweek shrugged, the corners of his lips tugging upwards and forming a shy smile.

You could feel your pulse quickening, but you chose to ignore the feeling and hurry up, since Cartman was already fuming.

...

The old woman held the door open as you all stumbled inside, the creak of the heavy wooden door echoing around the mansion. The interior of the DeLacroix mansion was just as massive as the exterior, if not more so. A huge chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light from the several candles on numerous shelves. The walls were lined with dark wood, and a thick red rug stretched across the polished floor. Everything about the place screamed wealth, but there was something... Off about it.

You couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe it was the faint mouldy smell, or the way the shadows seemed to stretch a little too far.

"Well..." The old woman started, folding her hands in front of her. "We'll let you get to it. My husband and I will be in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Tea." The old man added, narrowing his eyes as they scanned over the group once more. "We'll be making tea. And don't think for a second we won't notice if something goes missing."

"Sir." Cartman started, putting a hand to his chest. "I'll have you know that we run a very professional operation. Stealing? That's beneath us."

"Uh-huh." The old man replied, his tone still doubtful as he ran his eyes across you all with a suspicious look. He turned to his wife. "Come on, let's leave them to it before I change my mind."

As the couple disappeared down the hall, Cartman turned back to you all, his fake professional demeanor dropping in an instant. "Alright, listen up fuckers. Rule number one, nobody wanders off alone. Got it?"

"What are we, five?" Craig raised an eyebrow.

"No!" Cartman snapped. "But you all have the attention span of toddlers, and I'm not gonna lose my $200 payday because one of you morons gets lost or spooked and runs screaming out the door."

"Oh, please. Nobody here actually believes in ghosts. Right?" Kyle crossed his arms.

"I don't know, dude. Places like these always have weird vibes." Kenny shrugged.

Tweek shivered, glancing around nervously. "I mean... It's just a house, right? A really big, creepy, probably haunted house, but still... Just a house."

"Exactly." You cut in, offering him a reassuring look. "There's nothing to be scared of."

Before anyone could respond, a loud SLAM echoed through the mansion. The sound came from the second floor, sharp and intentional, like someone had thrown a door shut with all their strength.

Everyone froze, exchanging uneasy glances.

"Uh... What was that?" Stan asked, his voice low.

Cartman let out a nervous laugh. "Probably the wind. Or, you know, old houses make weird noises all the time!"

"Yeah, sure." Kyle muttered. "Because the wind totally sounds like a fucking door being slammed shut."

"Great plan, genius." Craig interrupted, looking at Cartman. "Let's all just split up already and investigate the creepy murder mansion."

"We're not splitting up!" Cartman snapped. "Were you not listening five seconds ago? We stick together and do this room by room. Now shut up and follow my lead."

"Your lead?" Kyle scoffed. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

"Would you just shut your damn Jew mouth and grab your flashlight?" Cartman shot back, ready stomping toward the huge staircase.

As the rest of you followed, the harsh silence of the mansion seemed to press in from all sides. The only sounds were the creak of the floorboard beneath your feet and the occasional drip of water from God knows where.

You glanced at Tweek, who was clutching his flashlight as if his life depended on it. "You look scared. Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" He replied, his voice toi high pitched to be convincing. "Totally fine. Just, uh... Keeping an eye out for... Y-You know, ghost stuff..."

"You sound just like Cartman." You pointed out, which made Tweek shoot you a glare.

"Don't compare me to that fatass." He mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't." You shrugged, continuing to step beside him.

Tweek's eyes darted around, examining the place. "That slam... It was definitely the wind..." His hands trembled as his grip tightened on his flashlight.

You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to convince himself. "Right. The wind. Because the wind definitely has the power to slam a door with enough force to rattle the whole house."

Tweek groaned, running a hand through his hair and fighting the urge to pull on it. "Okay, fine, i-it was weird. But it's probably nothing. Probably..."

"Exactly." You agreed, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No need to panic. Not yet, anyway."

As you reached the top of the stairs, Cartman stopped abruptly, causing everyone to nearly collide into each other.

"Alright." Cartman started, pointing toward the hallway ahead. "Here's the plan, we check each room, starting from the left, and work our way down. Got it?"

"Who died and made you boss?" Stan muttered.

"My superior intellect did!" Cartman shot back. "Now shut up and start looking."

The first few rooms were uneventful. A guest bedroom with dusty furniture, a study filled with old books and strange ornaments and a bathroom with a cracked mirror. Everything looked like it hadn't been touched in years, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"See?" Kyle said as he gestured to the very normal surroundings. "Nothing spooky. Just a big, creepy old house."

"Yeah, because ghosts totally introduce themselves on the first time." Kenny teased.

As you passed what appeared to be another bedroom, something on the nightstand caught your eye. It was a small, golden music box. You almost entered the room, sitting right by the door. You wanted to reach out and touch it, but before you could even fully step inside, Cartman's voice cut through.

"Don't touch anything!" He barked, making you jump.

"What? Why not?" You questioned, turning to glare at him, stepping away from the door.

"Because." He started, puffing out his chest. "This is a delicate operation. We can't have you breaking stuff and getting us kicked out before we get paid."

"Or..." Craig interrupted. "Maybe he's just scared you'll unleash a ghost or something."

"Shut up, crooked teeth!" Cartman shot him a dirty look.

"I had braces you fucking fatass." Craig shouted, yet somehow his voice was still monotone.

"Well maybe you should consider getting them again!"

Before anyone could argue further, another door slammed somewhere in the house, but this time it was much closer.

"Okay, that's it!" Tweek spoke up, his voice shaking. "I don't care i-if it's the wind or a fucking ghost, I-I don't like this!"

"Relax." You replied, trying to sound calm even if your pulse quickened. "It's probably just... I don't know, the house settling or something."

"Sure." Kyle interrupted sarcastically. "Because houses totally 'settle' by slamming door randomly."

Cartman turned to the group, his face slightly pale but his voice firm. "Alright, new rule, nobody touches anything unless I say so. Got it?"

"Just lead us to the next boring room so we can get this over with." Craig rolled his eyes.

As Cartman reluctantly led the group out of the bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you.

You all stood in the barely lit hallway of the second floor, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and dust. The mansion's silence was brutal, broken only by the faint creaks and groans of the house settling. Several doors lined the hall, their chipped paint adding to the unsettling vibe.

Cartman pointed to the nearest door, puffing out his chest like he was a drill sergeant. "Alright pussies, we're hitting this room next. Be ready for anything."

"Yeah, like the world's most haunted dust collection. Can we just get this over with?" Kyle sighed, crossing his arms.

"Don't be such a fucking buzz kill!" Cartman snapped. "This is serious business."

Before anyone could respond, a faint whispering sound drifted through the hallway.

"D-Do you guys h-hear that...?" Tweek asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darted around, his grip tightened on his flashlight.

"Stop messing around." Kyle glared at Cartman, his tome stern. "It's obviously you trying to scare everyone."

"Me?!" Cartman yelled out, clearly offended. "I'm not wasting my energy on scaring you losers. I've got $200 on the line here!"

The whispering grew louder, clearer nos, although the words were impossible to make out. It was like a dozen voices overlapping, murmuring in a language none of them recognized.

"Okay, who's doing that?" Stan asked, his voice shaky. He glanced over his shoulder, his flashlight beam darting across the empty hallway.

"It's not me." Kenny said as he stepped closer to the rest of you. "That's creepy as hell..."

"Very funny, Cartman." Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice sounding irritated. "You can cut it out now."

"For the last time, it's not me!" Cartman practically hissed.

The whispering came to a sudden stop, leaving a sinister silence in its place.

"See?" Craig broke the silence flatly, flipping Cartman off. "This is why I don't do this stupid ghost hunting crap. It's always the handsome guy who gets killed first in horror movies."

"Oh, please." Clyde interrupted, his voice slightly trembling. "If anyone's dying first, it's probably me. I'm the perfect victim for a true crime documentary."

"Shut up, Clyde!" Cartman shouted, but his voice sounded nervous.

Before anyone could laugh or argue, the overhead lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely.

"Holy shit!" Tweek yelped, grabbing onto your arm.

"What the hell just happened?" Kyle asked, his voice tense.

The hallway was swallowed by darkness, the only source of light coming from the faint beam of your flashlights. Then came the sound of floorboards creaking, slow and careful, as if someone or something was walking toward you.

"Who's there?" Stan called out, his voice cracking.

No one answered, but the sound grew louder and closer. Then, soft singing began to echo through the hallway.

It was a woman's voice, melodic and haunting, the kind of sound that made your stomach drop and skin crawl. The song was low, the words incoherent but the tone sorrowful.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." Tweek muttered under his breath, his nails digging into your arm.

You tried to say something reassuring, but the words stuck in your throat. Your flashlight beam darted around the hallway, revealing nothing but empty space.

"This... Isn't funny." Kenny spoke up, his usual tone replaced by genuine fear.

"Okay, everyone stay calm." Cartman said, trying to sound reassuring and professional but failing miserably. "It's just... It's probably just... Uh..."

"Yeah, fatass." Kyle snapped. "What's your brilliant explanation for this one?"

Before Cartman could answer, the singing stopped as suddenly as if had started, and the lights flickered back on.

You all stood frozen, your breaths coming out in short, shaky gasps.

"What the actual hell was that?" Stan asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't know." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll tell you what it was." Cartman straightened up, trying to regain his composure. "It was nothing. You guys are just freaking yourselves out for no reason."

"Nothing?" Kyle repeated, his eyes wide. "The lights went out, we heard footsteps and singing, and you're calling that nothing?"

"Yeah." Cartman nodded, crossing his arms. "Because ghosts aren't real. And even if they were, they're not screwing up my $200 payday. So, suck it up and get back to work!"

"Screw this." Craig cut in sharply, turning toward the stairs. "I'm out. I've seen enough movies to know where this is going, and I'm not sticking around to be ghost bait."

"Oh, great idea, Craig." Cartman scowled. "Run off and leave the rest of us to deal with it."

"You're acting like I care." Craig replied, flipping Cartman off again. "Have fun getting haunted."

"Wait for me!" Clyde rushed by Craig's side. "I am not dying in some cursed mansion. Do you know how many unsolved mystery podcasts start like this?"

"Come on, we can't just bail. We don't even know what's going on yet." You tried to convince them, voice shaky. If you were honest, you were only doing that so you could push them into whatever's chasing you, just to buy you time.

"Exactly!" Cartman pointed at you. "Finally, someone with some common sense!"

Tweek glanced at you, his voice barely above a whisper. "You really think we should stay?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, even if you weren't entirely sure yourself.

‘ They can probably run faster than you... At least there's Cartman. ’

"We've come this far. We might as well see it through." You shrugged, hoping they'd listen.

Stan sighed, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. But if another light goes out, I'm seriously done."

Kyle gave you a long look, his expression unreadable. "You sure about this?"

No, you weren't sure. Not at all. But you forced yourself to nod. "Yeah. Let's keep going."

Cartman clapped his hands together, a fake grin plastered on his face. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work! Now let's move it assholes!"

As you all reluctantly followed Cartman further down the hallway, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you.

And whatever it was, it didn't feel friendly.

You all lazily stood in the hallway for a moment longer, still shook after the sinister singing and flickering lights. The harsh silence of the house pressed down on you, and even Cartman's usual ramble seemed muted.

Stan broke the silence with a half hearted chuckle. "Okay, seriously, what kind of ghost sings? Is this like... Phantom of the Opera?"

"Yeah, maybe she's just auditioning for Broadway." Kenny snorted.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Yeah, laugh it up, you pussies. Meanwhile, I'm trying to stay professional so we can get paid."

"Professional?" Craig repeated, his monotone voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've been sweating like shit and yelling at everyone since we got here."

"Shut the fuck up!" Cartman snapped. "Not everyone can be a soulless robot like you!"

Craig gave him the middle finger without even looking, his gaze fixed on the cracked ceiling. "Whatever."

Tweek tugged at the collar of his shirt, his shoulders tense. "Can we just move on? Standing in the hallway is making my skin crawl."

"Yeah." You agreed, glancing toward one of the nearby bedroom doors. "Let's check that one out. Maybe we'll find something useful."

"Or maybe we'll find more dust and spiders." Kyle muttered, though he followed you toward the door.

You all walked into the room cautiously, you flashlights darting across the space. It was a large bedroom, clearly once belonging to someone with expensive taste. The bed was massive, covered in faded sheets, the walls lined with mirrors. A heavy wardrobe stood in one corner, its doors slightly opened, a layer of dust coating every surface.

"This is... Creepy." Kenny whispered, shining his light on one of the dusty mirrors.

"Yeah, no thanks." Stan added. "This place screams tetanus."

Clyde, who has been quiet all this time, suddenly let out a blood curdling scream.

"What?!" Cartman shouted, spinning around.

"There's something on me! There's something on me!" Clyde screeched, flailing his arms wildly.

A large spider crawled up his sleeve, its legs moving across the fabric. Clyde's face went pale as he bolted across the room, swatting at himself like he was actually possessed.

"Get it off! Get it off!" He cried out.

"Dude, stop moving!" Stan yelled, trying to grab his arm.

"Hold still, idiot!" You added, but Clyde wasn't listening.

He stumbled into the wardrobe, rattling it loudly and sending a cloud of dust into the air. The spider, unfazed by the commotion, crawled onto Clyde's shoulder.

"Oh my God, it's still there!" Clyde whined, spinning in circles.

Kenny stepped forward, holding his flashlight like a weapon. "Calm down, I'll get it!"

Before anyone could do anything else, Clyde smacked his own shoulder with enough force to knock the spider to the ground. It ran away quickly, disappearing under the bed.

"There!" Clyde gasped, attempting to calm himself down as he clutched his chest. "It's gone! It's gone!"

"You're such a baby." Cartman smirked. "It was just a spider."

"Yeah, well I didn't see you rushing to help." Clyde shot back, his face still pale.

"Wait." You interrupted, pointing toward the door. "Did anyone else hear that?"

The room fell silent, everyone going quiet to listen. The it came, a faint creak, followed by the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut.

"Holy shit!" Tweek yelped, his eyes wide.

Kenny ran to the door, twisting the knob. "It's not locked." He let out a breath of relief. "But what the hell shut it?"

"Maybe the wind?" Stan sugested, though he didn't sound convinced.

"Yeah, definitely." Craig rolled his eyes, leaning on the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets. "The wind. In a house with no open windows. Makes total sense."

"Okay Mr. Unfazed, then what's your brilliant explanation?" Cartman snapped.

"Ghosts." Craig answered flatly. "Obviously."

"Ghosts aren't real." Kyle sighed, knowing damn well that he was just trying to calm himself down. "We've been over this."

"Then why are you sweating?" Craig shot back, a rare smirk on his face.

Kyle glared at him, but didn't respond.

"Can we please just investigate and get out of here?" You spoke up, breaking the tension.

The group hesitantly agreed, spreading around to search the room. Cartman stayed near the door, muttering to himself about 'stupid amateurs ruining his paycheck', while the rest of you examined the furniture and walls.

As you ran your flashlight along the far wall, you heard a faint knocking sound.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

"Did you guys hear that?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Hear what?" Stan asked, looking up from the dresser he was investigating.

The knocking came again, this time louder.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"It's coming from the next room." Tweek noted, his voice trembling.

"Great." Clyde muttered. "More creepy noises. Just what we needed..."

Then, faint but unmistakable, came the sound of singing.

It was the same voice from before, soft and melodic, the kind of sound that made you shiver.

"Okay, nope." Clyde shook his head, backing toward the door. "I'm officially done. Screw this!"

"You're not leaving!" Cartman snapped, blocking the exit. "I don't care how scared you are. We're staying until we figure this out."

"Easy for you to say." Stan muttered. "You get to stay far away from the sound. You're not the one who has to listen to this creepy ass singing!"

You all fell silent again, the singing growing louder. It seemed to echo through the walls, wrapping around you like a cold but invisible hand.

"Alright..." Kyle broke the silence, his shoulders tense. "Let's just finish checking this room and move on. The faster we're done, the faster we can leave."

You nodded, though your hands were shaking slightly. You continued your search, but the tension in the room was evident and uneasy, every creak and whisper sending chills down your spine.

The hallway leading to the next room seemed suspiciously quiet, almost as of the house itself was holding its breath. You all hesitated in front of the door, your flashlights waving around.

"This is the last door on this side." You broke the silence. "Let's get this over with."

Cartman groaned, stepping forward with exaggerated confidence. "Step aside, amateurs. Watch the professional work."

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, but the door didn't budge. "What the hell?" He grunted, twisting it harder. "It's stuck!"

"Maybe it's locked." Stan suggested, leaning closer.

"It's not locked!" Cartman snapped. "It's just being a piece of shit!"

"Let me try." Kenny offered, stepping forward. Together, the two of them pushed and pulled on the door, but it refused to give.

"Move." Craig warned, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He gave the door a single hard kick, and with a loud creak, it swung open, revealing a barely lit room.

"Damn." You whispered, biting your bottom lip for a quick second as Craig just raised an eyebrow at you.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." Clyde muttered.

Craig shrugged, his flashlight scanning the room. "You'd have to actually interest me for that to happen."

The rest of you stepped inside cautiously, your flashlights lighting up the room, revealing dust covered furniture and faded wallpaper. The room was large but cluttered, with a table, a tall wardrobe, and a canopy bed draped in pretty curtains. What caught everyone's attention, however, were the framed photos scattered across the room.

"Whoa..." You whispered, picking one of the many pictures up from a shelf. The photo was black and white, the edges yellowed with age.

The woman in the picture looked elegant, her hazel eyes shining even through the faded photograph. A small mole under her left eye added a touch of uniqueness to her already stunning features, and her smile was warm and inviting.

"Is that her?" Tweek asked, leaning over your shoulder to get a better look. "The ghost?"

"Probably." Kyle shrugged, picking up another photo from another shelf. "She looks... Different than what I expected."

"Yeah." Stan agreed. "Not your typical creely ghost lady."

"Don't let the pictures fool you." Kenny informed, smirking. "The nice ones are always the scariest."

Cartman snorted, shoving past everyone to examine the photos himself. "You bitches are so easily impressed. It's just a bunch of old pictures. Big deal."

As if on cue, a soft melody began playing from the corner of the room. Everyone froze in their spot.

"What the hell is that?" Clyde whispered, his voice trembling.

You turned toward the source of the sound, your flashlight landing on a small, golden box sitting on the nightstand. The same one you so badly wanted to touch earlier. Its lid was open, revealing a delicate ballerina figure spinning slowly to the tune.

"Nope." You sighed immediately, shaking your head. "I am not doing this."

Before anyone could stop you, you marched over to the music box and snapped the lid shut. The melody stopped abruptly, leaving the room silent.

"[Y/N]..." Kyle started, his tone cautious and soft. "Maybe you shouldn't-"

The lights went out.

A harmonized gasp filled the room, followed by the sound of stumbling feet and hurried whispers.

"Who turned off the lights?" Cartman demanded, his voice high pitched with panic.

"No one!" Stan hissed. "Just stay calm-"

A blood curdling scream tore through the darkness, so loud and piercing that it felt like it was coming from inside your own head.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Clyde screamed, practically climbing onto Kenny for protection.

The floorboard beneath you groaned, the heavy and slow footsteps closer. Then came the banging, loud, frantic and relentless, echoing through and off the walls as if the entire house was alive.

"Get me out of here!" Tweek shouted, his voice cracking as he clung to the nearest person, which happened to be you.

"I can't see anything!" Kyle yelled, his flashlight flickering wildly in his hands.

"Move bitches, move your fucking asses!" Cartman screamed, his usual confidence and braveness completely gone.

Just as suddenly as it had started, the chaos stopped. The lights flickered back on as everyone stood frozen, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"Is everyone okay?" Stan asked, his voice shaking.

"I think so..." You mumbled, your hands trembling. "But what the hell was that?"

"Uh... Guys..." Kenny trailed off, his voice unusually serious. "Look at the mirrors."

You turned slowly, your heart thumping in your chest as you took in the sight. Every mirror in the room was cracked, crazy and uneven lines scattered across their surface.

And then you saw her.

She stood near the music box, her once beautiful face twisted into an expression of pure rage. Her white dress was stained with dirt, her hair a tangled mess that hung over her milky white eyes. The pearl necklace from the photos was now dangling loosely around her neck, cracked in several places.

No one spoke. No one even dared to move.

The ghost's gaze scanned over each one of you, her presence suffocating and cold.

"Oh shit..." Clyde whispered, his voice barely audible.

Cartman, of all people, was the fist to completely break the silence. He pointed an accusing finger at you.

"[Y/N], you dumb bitch!" He shouted. "I told you not to touch anything!"

...

Cartman took a cautious step forward, his flashlight flickering as he raised it toward her ghostly figure. His confidence was shaky at best, but he puffed out his chest in a pitiful attempt to seem in control.

"Alright, listen up, you decrepit old hag!" He barked, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't know who you are, but you're messing with licensed professionals here!"

She didn't react, her sinsiter and unblinking gaze fixed on them.

"Cartman, shut up!" Kyle hissed, gripping his flashlight tightly.

"No, no, I've got this!" Cartman insisted, waving a hand dismissively. He turned back to the ghost, narrowing his eyes. "You think you're scary? I've seen scarier things come out of Kenny's microwave! You look like you crawled out of a sewer and then got hit by a truck! What are you, part of the teenage mutant turtles?!"

The lights flickered violently, the room growing colder and more suffocating with each passing second. The ghost's head tilted slightly, her form trembling as if she was barely holding back her anger.

"Dude, stop!" Stan warned, his voice tense.

But Cartman was on a roll. "Oh, what's the matter? Did your ugly little music box break? Is that why you're so pissed off? Newsflash lady, nobody even uses music boxes anymore. Get with the times!"

As he spat out insult after insult, you noticed something. The ghost wasn't moving closer to Cartman despite her obvious anger. Instead, her transparent form seemed to stand close to the music box sitting on the nightstand.

"Wait..." Stan muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed together. "It's the music box, she's guarding it!"

You blinked, glancing between Stan and the ghost. "You think that's what's keeping her there?"

"She's not moving away from the music box, no matter how much Cartman screams at her." Stan whispered. "It has to mean something..."

"Cartman, keep her distracted!" Stan suddenly called out, his mind racing as he pieced together a plan.

Cartman turned, looking both insulted and confused. "Distracted? I'm trying to banish her, dipshit! Do you know how much skill that takes?!"

"Just do it!" Stan snapped.

Cartman huffed but turned back to the ghost. "Oh, so now you're just gonna stare at me like some creepy doll? You think that's intimidating? I've seen scarier things in the mirror every morning! Wait, that doesn't sound right..."

While Cartman continued judging her, Stan crept toward the music box, moving as quietly as he could. The rest of you held your breath, your eyes darting between Stan and the ghost. Her gaze remained locked on Cartman, though her form flickered as if sensing Stand presence near the box.

"Just grab it already!" Clyde whispered harshly.

Stan's hands shook as he reached for the music box. His fingers barely grazed the lid when all of the sudden the ghost's head snapped toward him, her milky white eyes narrowing.

"Shit." Stan gasped, making eye contact with the ghost as he froze completely. "Run!" He shouted, yanking the music box off the nightstand.

The ghost let out another blood curdling scream, the sound so loud and piercing it felt like it was drilling into your skull. The lights flickered wildly, sending the room into bursts of darkness and light.

"Move, bitch!" You yelled, grabbing Clyde's arm and shoving him toward the door.

You all bolted out of the room in a frantic scramble, tripping over each other as you sprinted down the hallway. The walls seemed to shake with the ghost's rage, her screams echoing behind you.

"She's following us!" Tweek cried out, his voice trembling as he clung to you arm.

"Don't look back!" Stan yelled, clutching the music box tightly as he led the rest of you down the stairs.

You all rushed into the hall, nearly knocking over a decorative vase. The kitchen door creaked open slightly, and for a split second, you caught a glimpse of the old couple sipping tea at the table, unaware of the chaos unfolding just a few feet away.

"We're gonna die, and they're drinking fucking tea!" Clyde whined, almost tripping over the rug.

"Shut up and keep running!" Kyle snapped, shoving him toward the front doors.

You all burst into the garden, the cool night air hitting your face like a splash of water. Your eyes darted around wildly, taking in the small graveyard sat at the edge of the property.

"Her grave!" Stan panted, doubling over as he tried to catch his breath. "We need to find her grave!"

The rest of you stared at the rows of headstones, the glow of the moon softly shining on them.

"There's too many of them!" Clyde cried. "We don't even know her name! How are we supposed to-"

"There!" Stan pointed to a headstone near the center, the name 'Mary DeLacroix' carved into the stone. "I saw her name on an open notebook, on the table [Y/N] found the first photo! At least I think that's her!" He panted, barely breathing.

He took a step forward but hesitated, his hands shaking as he held out the music box.

"I can't do it..." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'll mess it up!"

Stan didn't think, he just threw the music box into your arms. There wasn't much you could say, especially because of the state you were in. You quickly bolted toward Mary's grave.

"Wait, you can't just-" Tweek shouted after you, panicking as he saw you complying instead of throwing the music box into someone else's hands.

The tiny metal gate surrounding the graveyard clattered as you jumped over it, the music box clutched tightly in your hands. Behind you, Mary's screams grew louder, her ghostly form tearing through the garden.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached her grave, nearly tripping over your own feet. Dropping to your knees, you placed the music box gently on top of the headstone, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Please work..." You whispered, your voice trembling. "If it doesn't, I swear I'll posses Stan and jump off a bridge..."

You turned around, seeing Mary's form exactly in front of you, inches away from you, her once beautiful face twisted with rage. Her hands were raised as if she was about to strike, but the miment her eyes landed on the music box, she froze. You swore you've seen this sight in a FNAF game before.

The air around you grew still, the harsh weight of her presence lifting slightly. Mary's angry expression softened, her ghostly form flickering as she reached out toward the music box.

Her fingers grazed it lightly. "Thank you..." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Before you could respond, her form began to disintegrate, her body breaking apart into specks of light that drifted upward like fireflies. The garden grew silent once more, the only sound being the rustling leaves in the night breeze.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit, still sitting down on the grass, your hands trembling as you tried to catch your breath.

The rest of the group rushed over, their faces a mix of relief and awe.

"Holy shit!" Kyle panted, helping you to your feet. "You actually did it!"

"Damn right she did." Kenny teased, smacking you on the back playfully.

"Nice work..." Tweek added, giving you a shy smile.

Cartman, of course, had to ruin the moment. "Yeah, yeah, great job [Y/N]. But let's not forget who kept that bitch distracted in the first place. If it weren't for me, you'd all be dead!"

Craig flipped him off. "You're welcome, fatass."

Clyde let out a shaky laugh, his hands still trembling. "We're never doing this again, right? Right?"

"Don't bet on it." Kyle muttered, glancing back at the house as he kept his hand on your shoulder.

For the first time that night, you allowed yourself to relax, a small smile tugging at your lips. Mary was gone, and for now, you were safe.

...

You all walked back to the mansion, adrenaline slowly giving away to exhaustion. Tweek clung to you, his eyes darting around nervousness as if expecting Mary to reappear at any moment.

"Holy shit..." Clyde muttered, breaking the silence. "We just... Banished a ghost. Like, an actual, real ghost."

Kyle let out a shaky breath, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, and I'm still trying to process how any of this is real. Ghosts aren't supposed to exist."

"Guess what, Kyle?" Cartman started, his voice smug as he spun around to face the rest of you. "We're officially professional ghost hunters now. You all doubted me, but I just led us through a successful exorcism. So, you're welcome!"

"You didn't do shit." Stan shot back. "All you did was piss her off."

"And distract her!" Cartman added, puffing his chest out. "You think she'd have stood there like an idiot if I wasn't verbally destroying her? Face it, Stan, you're just mad because I'm the brains if this operation."

"Brains?" Craig repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I'd argue you're the ass of this operation." Kenny snickered and nudged Craig's shoulder.

Cartman ignored them, waving a dismissive hand as he marched ahead. "You losers can make all the jokes you want, but when people hear about our success, we're gonna be rolling in cash. And you'll all owe it to me!"

Tweek let out a nervous chuckle. "I still can't believe any of t-this. Like... Ghosts? R-Real ghosts?" He glanced at you, his eyes wide. "Did you hear her say 'thank you' at the end? Or was I just hallucinating?"

"I heard it too. She seemed... Less scary in the end. Almost peaceful." You shrugged, offering him a small smile.

"Nah, I think you're both just schizophrenic." Cartman interrupted.

"Peaceful?" Clyde repeated, his voice still shaky. "She was about to kill us five minutes ago!"

"Yeah, well, maybe that's because Cartman kept calling her Master Splinter or something." You shot back with a grin.

"It was the teenage mutant ninja turtles you fucking bitch! Get it right next time!" Cartman snapped.

He spun on his heel, pointing an accusing finger at you. "And don't act like you didn't touch the music box! If anything, this is all your fault!"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes. "And who was it that ran straight to her grave and banished her? Oh, right, me."

The tension eased slightly as the mansion came into view. The warm glow of the windows was oddly comforting after the chilling events that had just happened moments ago.

As you stepped inside, the old couple was waiting in the hall, their expressions curious but calm.

"Ah, you're back!" The old woman clasped her hands together. "We were wondering if you left already."

"Left?" Kyle repeated, his eyes wide and voice surprised. "How did you not hear what was happening out there? The screaming? The running? The lights flickering?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, his face wrinkling into a suspicious frown. "Screaming? Flickering lights? What are you talking about?"

Cartman groaned, slapping his forehead. "Of course you didn't hear it. You were too busy sipping tea while we were out there risking our lives!"

The old woman's expression softened, her gaze darting between you all. "Well, whatever happened, it seems you even managed to get rid of her. The house feels... Lighter now. Thank you."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small envelope. "Here's the other $100 we agreed on. And..." She hesitated, glancing at her husband, who nodded reluctantly. "Here's an extra $50 for your trouble. You've truly done us service."

Cartman snatched the envelope before anyone else could, grinning ear to ear. "See? I told you we'd get paid! This is what happens when you follow my lead."

"Dude, you did nothing." Stan crossed his arms.

"Nothing? Nothing?!" Cartman barked, waving the envelope in Stan's face. "Who do you think convinced them to pay us extra? My charisma! My leadership! My-"

"Your massive ego?" Craig interrupted.

"That too." Kenny added with a snicker.

The old couple exchanged a glance, clearly unsure of what to make of your group. "Well..." The old man cleared his throat. "We'll leave you to it. Thank you again for your help."

As they disappeared into the kitchen, Cartman turned to the rest of you, his grin widening. "You guys realize what this means, right? We're gonna be rich. This ghost hunting gig is our ticket to the big league!"

"I don't know if I'd call almost dying a gig." You sighed, shaking your head.

You pushed the heavy wooden doors open, walking outside as the cold night air hit your skin once more. The rest of the group followed along, walking back to your van.

"But it was kinda fun." Clyde admitted, a small smile forming onto his face. "I mean, terrifying, but... Fun?"

"Exactly!" Cartman exclaimed. "This is just the beginning. We're gonna take this town by storm! Ghosts, demons, you name it, we'll hunt it!"

"Please don't tell me you're serious." Kyle groaned.

"Dead serious." Cartman replied bluntly, his expression even more stern now.

Kenny leaned against the side of the van, his hands shoved into his pockets. "So, uh... Raisins?"

★yoyomiko ★miko

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oliviaswrldd · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐚𝐰 - 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✰

Hi guys, in this post i want to talk about Law of Attraction and compare a little bit to Law of Assumption.

I want to point out that there's a lot of irony and yes, maybe i'm making fun of law of attraction. But sorry it's ridiculous.

I worked hard on this post and i tried my best to explain how law of attraction is simply limited so reblogs will be appreciated to reach with this post to more people!

I'm so glad that first i discovered Law of Assumptiom because when i dived with curiosity into law of attraction it left me so, so confused.

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰

So one of the "rules" in law of attraction is that you attract what you feel.

If you feel bad, unhappy - this is what you attract to your life. Your feelings are main determinant what surrounds you and creates your life and circumstances. - that's what law of attraction is basically saying.

And don't get me wrong here. In law of assumptiom we are talking about feeling either but it's totally different meaning.

We are saying about feeling it as a person who have their desire, who KNOWS that have it despite what they see in 3D.

Feeling = Knowing

But in law of attraction they are talking about feeling as emotion.

Feeling = Emotion

You need to feel happy to attract all the good things.

While in law of assumption you can feel unhappy, sad, cry whole day in bed, but still manifest whatever you want just by knowing that you have it. Periodt.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ✰

This is funny, because law of attraction community is so sooo limited. I was in couple groups on amino and facebook and they all said the same things. For example:

You can manifest money but you need to take an action. Go to work.

Wow, i didn't know this is how manifestation works. Go to work and you'll manifest money. 😂

Of course in law of attraction you can manifest ONLY certain things. When you'd say that you want to manifest different eye color, they would say how this is impossible and you just CAN'T do that. 🧍

People there would tell you how you can attract good things into your life but you need to be in good mental state, always have high vibrations and think positively, otherwise you'll attract all the bad situations in your life. Interesting...

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✰

Other common thing in law of attraction are SUBLIMINALS. Well, in law of assumptiom we also use subliminals and i still feel like situation with subliminals are very similiar in both - because people relying so much on these... (i made post about subliminals related so ya can check)

But let's talk how subliminals are used in law of attraction. People have to listen to subliminals to raise their vibrations (not only for this but mostly!) Because if you are not surrounded by good vibrations you CAN'T manifest! 🤪

Listen to this subliminal 6738289 hours everyday for 99 years and you'll see the results!

This is the most common thing i see in law of attraction. You need to do xxx in order to manifest xxx. If you won't listen to this, your (certain) wishes won't come into fruition. :(( ah, i'm sad.

While in law of assumption we are listening to subliminals to just remind that we have our desire. Not to get. I will listen to this subliminal and then i will manifest xyz. How you can get something when you already have it? You want it. You got it. Easy as it sounds.

Unfortunately in law of assumption community, still many people paying other bloggers tons of money for subliminals (i won't mention one *cough*) to enter the void state, to have better self-concept (it's not even needed to manifest lol), to manifest xyz, to shift... Bro, you don't have to do that. I don't even want to imagine how does it look like in law of attraction community...

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✰

Just like with the subliminals, situation with affirmations is almost identical.

You need to affirm 588738 times, robotically.

Of course in law of assumption we also use affirmations but depending on what our ASSUMPTIONS are. If someone like to affirm, then they are doing it. If they rather listen to subliminals they're doing it. It depends what each of us rather, what is more comfortable for us.

But in law of attraction... Well

Repeat that affirmation for whole week and watch how your life changes!

I'm sure at least one of you, guys heard that sentence. 🧍

You need to do something in order to get. You affirm to get something. Certain amount of time.

You rely on this affirmation and repeat it as you'll forget your identity.

Why i called law of attraction toxic.

Because it is. You are giving away your power to external things. You are doing certain things to get. You need to always think positively and have abundance mindset. You can manifest only certain things. Where is the point here? Not without reason, this law is called law of attraction. But it's totally useless and highly limited law which won't get you anywhere.

I am aware that some people won't agree with me, but that's okay. Or maybe there is a someone who is into law of attraction but after reading my post will finally wake up? I hope.

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Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Eng is not my native language but i tried my best to write this the most clear i can. :)

Have a nice day/night 🖤

#loa tumblr #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #the void state #void state #void success stories #lucid dreaming #law of attraction is toxic #law of assumption #law of attraction #affirmations #subliminals #feeling #law of assumption blog #oliviaswrldd

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beecampbell · 11 months ago

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you know ok last thing i'm gonna say about this. other than a trans woman showing her dick on tumblr is a non-issue to begin with if that has even happened. why does this dumbass fucking CEO do the literary equivalent of bashing his head into a wall to convince us this website is making him fucking broke and it's not profitable at all. bro.. not at ALL? there's not even like a penny of profit being made out here? and you're on sabbatical for 3 months, hopefully unpaid, which means you're not at all struggling financially. you are thriving. and you want us to feel bad and cry over ur dead body because u bashed ur head in the wall too many times bc this site was sooooo unprofitable and it was all our fault? sorry if i dont buy it, mister 3-month-sabbatical harassing a trans woman on twitter for a fucking non-issue. possibly outing her, shaming her, and then you complain on the website you own that 🥺🥺 you might have to sell it or shut it down bc people are sooo mean. useless man and his useless money. you guys are so mean and you're keeping ME from making MORE MONEY. does he pay all of his terf staff 6 figures a year? how much does he put in his own pockets? the adds i see every 5 posts on my dash give u so little money you can't even make a return on investment? oh me oh my!!!! how dare we be so mean!!!!!! how dare we react in front of blatant transmisogyny and harassment by staff and now the CEO on MULTIPLE transwomen. we dont even make them enough money for their satisfaction! how dare we i ask!

#transgender #born to fish forced to post #if my account gets disappeared im on discord under the same name

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SATURDAY, MAY 31, 2008 We went to pick up the mail and I was reminded of just how much I hate the city. It’s one thing to do shopping and errands in it, but I’m sooo glad we don’t have to live in it! I don’t know how long it’ll be before we get bounced back into it, but for now, I’m glad to escape the chaos!

So are the new rats we got. This time we did it right! One’s a little shy, but not nearly as skittish as them bitches we made the mistake of getting. They’re both males and quite young, just a couple of months old. The others had to be between 4-6 months. It’s hard to find them this young. I’ve been calling them Brownhead and Blackhead for now, since they both have dark heads and light bodies with dark stripes running down their backs. Brownhead, who’s a little smaller than Blackhead, is my favorite so far. Despite still being reserved, they both let us pat them and pick them up, though they’re still not into being picked up much yet. Still, on day one we’re already way further with them than we ever got with the last pair. I took some pictures which I sent Jessie, who I tried calling a few times but wasn’t home.

We also stopped at Safeway so he could get a money order for the rent, then grabbed a few things to hold us over till he goes to Walmart tomorrow.

Other than a letter from Mary, there wasn’t anything too good other than a Neutrogena Wave facial deep cleanser. Just some crappy wins like hats and a timer or calculator of some kind. Tom will check it out later and see just what it is.

THURSDAY, MAY 29, 2008 A part of me regrets dumping the rats. Maybe bad rats really are better than no rats. We’ll be on the hunt again for rats this weekend, and this time I’ll try to get males. They may not be as smart, but they sure do tend to be nicer!

The weather’s been nice and it’s still quiet almost all the time. It’s so nice to be surrounded by nothing but nature and to look out at a rocky hillside in front and nothing but trees in back. Been working on my book since I get to do it in such a peaceful setting that’s only disrupted by an occasional bark. One of the fun things about writing is that I get to do what I can’t do in reality. I can’t bring Tinkerbell back for real, but I can bring her back to life in my stories.

I finally won something good – Glamorazzi perfume. It’s kind of expensive with a value of $35 even though it’s only 1.7 oz.

The more I think about it, the more I agree with Tom; Jesse’s not going to screw us over. But not for the reasons he believes he won’t. See, I wasn’t kidding when I said something up there loves to protect our perps. Yet for the first time ever, we’re the ones with the leverage here. Do you know how easy it’d be to burn this place down? Therefore, I doubt God (or whatever) would let him screw us when it’d be so easy to fight back.

It seems unlikely that Jesse forgot to finish the roof like he forgot to get a screen for the slider. We don’t care if he remembers either one of them to tell you the truth.

Tom’s going to pay the rent right on the 1st, even though it’s a Sunday. He doesn’t want them to get in the habit of expecting the rent to be paid early.

MONDAY, MAY 26, 2008 Tom turned 2 bucks into 80 bucks yesterday at the racetrack! This wasn’t by using his program but by his own handicapping some races with huge payoffs. He didn’t expect to win thousands, of course, but he didn’t expect the $80 either. So now he has plenty of money in the account to start placing some bets using the program once he irons out any kinks that may be in it.

Last night we heard a loud bang as if something fell against the house. Whatever it was set the dogs off, but when he went out to look around he didn’t find anything unusual. I glanced out back when the sun came up but didn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything either other than a rooster.

We got plate holders the other day and Tom helped me hang my 4 decorative plates up yesterday. After I get the few dolls I have my heart set on, I think I’ll take a break from dolls for a while since I’ve got so many and focus on some beautiful home décor pieces by Lena Liu and Thomas Kinkade. One of my plates is by Lena Liu, the one my mother loved and borrowed for a while. I was going to send it back to her, but I doubt I’ll do that at this point even if I hear from her again someday. Most of their stuff is cheaper than dolls! They have a lot of decorative plates, figurines, ornaments, carousels, music boxes, wall hangings and more. These consist of colorful paintings mostly of flowers, butterflies and hummingbirds.

SUNDAY, MAY 25, 2008 I dyed my hair burgundy this morning. It sure was easier to do at this length, but with a poorly lit bathroom and a mauve tub, it was hard to tell if I rinsed it well enough. I think I did, though. The bottom half is darker because that’s where the old faded black dye was. The rest looks great. Wish it could stay that way all the time and I wish it didn’t grow so damn fast, too. I swear it’s grown since it’s been cut just 8 days ago. Jessie says she loves it (I just emailed her pictures the other day), but that I wasn’t smiling at all in those pictures. I’ll send her a burgundy smile real soon!

The weather’s been cold and rainy, not good for late May, but at least the wins are picking up again. There were a few piddly wins waiting at the mail place yesterday. Piddly, but wins nonetheless.

Tom’s about to work on the horses again. It’s nice to know that the worst-case scenario wouldn’t be so bad, and that’s us remaining here if they don’t work out. Why rent a place in a retirement community for twice as much, when we can just stay here where it’s no doubt even quieter? We’d only move if we could buy something outright that’d be bigger and newer.

It feels so good to know that Tom doesn’t have to cash his paycheck this week and that he can wait till next Friday and cash two at once! I hope to hell we never go through another slow-motion nightmare again in our lives! I’ll never take the good times for granted again, that’s for sure. I think of Michelle in the office right now. Tom won’t be signing in today or having to do laundry, and there’s plenty of food, too!

Jesse still hasn’t finished the roof. Hope he doesn’t wait till I’m back on nights again! At least we finally managed to make it a little easier to sleep by plugging the sound machine into the stereo so it could be played louder. It also helps not to take Claritin and to have the remote control for the cooler. We still need to set the thermostat, though, so I don’t have to wake up hot when he’s not here to adjust it. Still, going to sleep stressed out over Jesse waking me up along with the heat, sure beats the kind of stress I went through at the motel, wondering how we’d pay for the room, for our stuff, for gas, for food, etc. Had we died back there, we’d never have lived to enjoy coming home yesterday morning with tons of food and nothing but the sound of raindrops falling on the roof.

FRIDAY, MAY 23, 2008 Tom woke up with a bad belly, something he seems to have a lot lately, even when he doesn’t overeat. Should I be worried about this? I hope there’s nothing going on, yet it seems that while God was quick to answer most of my prayers from October till we left the motel, nothing listens to me here. Not for the most part, anyway. I’ve prayed for him to not be so run down by his job, to find a better job, for the horses to take off, for me to start winning again, for me not to have to live with ear pain nearly every day, which we now suspect could be an elevation thing. Right now we’re close in elevation to Phoenix, so I’m hoping it will get better in time. Meanwhile, after Memorial Day, we hope he finds a job before they even think of letting him go because things are getting really slow at work lately. We don’t care at this point if it doesn’t pay more. We just want the security and the benefits, although if he’s able to work closer to home, it’ll seem like a better-paying job even if it’s not. He’s now paying $200 a month in just gas! If God isn’t supposed to make any mistakes, then why do Arabs exist???

As for the horses, he hasn’t even had time to work on them, and I haven’t won shit. Because I haven’t been winning much, and because gas is outrageous, we cut the mail runs back to just once a week. So if he comes back with no wins or win-notices this Saturday, I’m going to seriously consider hanging up sweeping for a while and just get into writing more often. It isn’t every day we get to live in a place this quiet, so I ought to take advantage of it while it lasts. I doubt I could bring myself to quit sweeping altogether, though. I just wouldn’t bother entering dailies every day unless they were instants or for huge prizes. Instead, I’d just make sure everything got entered at least once, then leave the rest to fate.

The rats are gone now. Tom left that decision up to me, and well, I got sick of trying to get them to be what they could never be; sociable, friendly rats who want to interact with us other than to get food from us. It seems bad rats stay bad and good rats stay good. There’s no changing them or knowing exactly what you’re getting till you get them home. When we can turn an aggressive control freak like my mother into a mellow, sensitive soul, then we can change rats’ personalities. It really sucks that they turned out to be the way they were, and it sucks all the more that I can never have my Tinkerbell again. Someday we’ll try again and we’ll keep whatever we get at that point, and call it meant to be.

I dumped them in the ditch down past the shed. I first made sure no one was out and about at Jesse’s place, but it’s so hard to see through the trees anyway. There are only a few places where if you stand in just the right spot you can see through. I once saw someone standing on a deck up there, but only through this one little gap. Nonetheless, my flip-flops seemed to echo off the hillside as I walked them down to the edge of the ditch. I then dumped them out of the pail I had them in and shooed them downward. I thought they may actually like it better in the wild since they never cared for people, figuring they could survive on the plant life as well as the ditch water in what’s not a harsh climate, but Tom thinks that cats will get them within a week. Oh well. Whatever happens is going to happen. They were not only not friendly with us, but they fought like hell with each other all night long, and even that got old.

Speaking of my mom and dad, it’s now been half a year since I’ve heard from them, so yes, this has to mean one thing and one thing only; while they may be ok with my writing to them, they don’t wish to write to me or to keep in touch in any way. If there was something wrong, someone would’ve told me. Therefore, I’ve put the package I had intended to send them on hold for now. The big test will come next month. If they don’t contact us around our anniversary and his birthday, then I’ll know I can pretty much count on not hearing from them again. Again, I hate to bother with those who don’t want to bother with me, although I’d be totally lying if I said I wasn’t gladder than not that they’ve chosen to ignore me. I don’t get why they’d help get us out of the jam we were in just to go on ignoring me, but we’ll always be grateful just the same. Despite our gratitude, however, their saving us doesn’t detract from the fact that they’re just not the type of people I care to associate with. They still are who they are and they’ve still done the things they’ve done. People just don’t literally “forgive and forget.” At least not like we may sometimes wish we could! If you want to literally forgive and forget someone who’s wronged you, really wronged you, then you better hope for a case of clear-cut amnesia, cuz that’s just about what it would take!

Jesse hasn’t returned to finish the roof or cut up the fallen tree. I just hope that when he does, he does so when I’m awake!

I stopped the Claritin for now since all it seems to do is mess up my sleep. It doesn’t always snuff my appetite or help my ear anyway.

I’m still at 142 and my body’s fighting against losing any more weight big time by being stuck a lot. I’m trying to make up for it with water loss by drinking the tea, but I think it’s pretty safe to say that this is as low as I’ll go. You know cutting back hasn’t cut it for me once I got over 35. I’d have to practically starve to get off anymore and that’s no fun way to live.

Ashley has new shoes on their way from Massachusetts. Pink slides I got on eBay for just $17 total, including shipping. I’ve now got $43 in spending money, and of course, the tax rebate is just a couple of weeks away. After we get that, we’ll get a new mailbox here in Auburn.

Paula can expect her package to arrive right around the 30th, her 41st birthday. She’s another one I wonder if I’ll ever hear from again. She’s probably been calling our old number. I made sure to give her our new one, so maybe she’ll call soon enough.

I was going to call Jessie this weekend, but since I’m still sort of on nights, I’ll do it next weekend instead.

The weather’s been cooler and we’re in for some rain over the next few days. He got the same room-darkening shades that stick on that I had in the Klam dump for the two side windows in the living room that are single-paned. The new double-paned window that Jesse recently installed didn’t need them, but the old ones sure did for really hot days. Tom aimed his temperature-telling gadget on it when it was near 100º and it was 130º!

TUESDAY, MAY 20, 2008 I’m now down 5 pounds in 2 weeks at 142 pounds. I thought that was a normal rate, but Tom says it’s too fast and why I may be feeling so out of it today. It’s weird that I’m still dropping. I haven’t had any tea, Claritin or been dieting for a few days now. Haven’t decided yet if I’ll take a break or chuck 5 more pounds. As short as I am, just a few pounds lost or gained really shows, so we can easily see a difference. I’m down 2-3” all around. Of course I’m exercising, too.

The rats are still skittish, but since they don’t bite and are a little friendlier, we may keep them. They sure are cute. I’ll take some pictures once I can get them to stay still long enough. We both agree that these crazies are our compensation for the last rat being so great, as this dry spell I’ve been having with no wins is our compensation for the 9K. Part of that win was my influencing it out of sheer desperation. It was either that or staying cooped up in what was basically a glorified jail cell forever!

MONDAY, MAY 19, 2008 Jesse’s fucking motorcycle woke me up after 4 hours of sleep this morning, though I fell back asleep shortly afterward without an attack. I’m just destined not to be able to sleep anywhere in the daytime no matter where I live! And why is it that Tom can sleep through this kind of shit and more and I can’t? At least one of us can. Nonetheless, I told God, “Hey, you gave me this schedule problem, so why don’t you at least allow me to sleep whenever I’m scheduled to sleep?” But I think that’s part of the sleep curse itself. Not just to curse me out of keeping a schedule, but to curse me out of sleeping well, too. I only sleep well at night.

Tom says he’s surprised at how good my hair looks and how well it fits my face. I just like the comfort and ease it brings. Washing it was so easy and it dried so fast! Old habits do die hard, though. When I was getting dressed and I pulled my shirt over my head I automatically went to pull my hair out, but there was nothing to pull out!

SUNDAY, MAY 18, 2008 Gone is over 2’ of hair. Yeah, I finally got sick enough of it to have Tom hack it off, and soon I’ll be dying it auburn. I considered going only up to my waist so I could still braid it but then said nah, I need a break from it. All of it. So it’s been cut to my shoulders. I now have a little stub of a ponytail that’s so lightweight compared to the heavy long drape I was shrouded in before. No more having to wait an hour for it to dry or having to braid it and tie it in a knot just to sleep with it. But it grows so fast that by the time I get to missing the really long hair despite its hassles, it’ll be well on its way to being long again. In 2012 I’ll sit on it again.

It’s been extremely hot and even humid, too. I love the moisture the humidity gives my skin, but it’s been causing more attacks and congestion, so Tom got a de-humidifier for $150. I don’t know why waking up too early means I have to have attacks lately, but the only thing we could come up with was the humidity. Either way, my sleep is so cursed no matter what when I try to sleep during the daytime. The Claritin causes me to sleep worse than I did in the city, so I’m taking a day or so off from it.

I got down to 143, but I’m sure I’m already back up a pound or two. The weight will never come off unless I either starve or they come out with a magic pill. If they haven’t already come up with some magic pill, it’s unlikely they ever will, and I sure as hell won’t ever develop enough willpower to starve it off, so I’ll just stay fat and enjoy life. I don’t have to be thin to do the things I like to do, although being heavier does make it a bit harder to get around and I expect my weight will only keep climbing throughout my life, but hey, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Jesse came down Friday for the trash which is now going to be picked up on Thursdays. He said that when it’s cooler he’ll come cut up the tree that went down. Yeah, and I’m sure it will be when I’m trying to sleep. At least he and Maryann haven’t turned out to be the pests I started to worry they may be. Still, they talk about a washroom, a back deck, repainting the outside, and the roof still isn’t done yet and it’s like, enough is enough or drop the rent, will ya?!

We ended up spending $320 at Best Buy yesterday evening, so now we have to watch our money for the rest of the month until the tax rebate arrives in a few weeks. If nothing serious breaks, we should be ok. The vacuum finally broke, though it was a cheap piece of shit that we knew wouldn’t last long. So a new vacuum was one of the things we got. This one’s bigger, heavier, more powerful, and twice the cost.

We also got a DVD player and new headphones for me. I’ve been wanting new headphones for quite a while now. The ones I had, which I got when we moved into the duplex, were never that comfortable and they couldn’t handle bass well. They too, were cheap junk and so they broke as well.

THURSDAY, MAY 15, 2008 What happened with Jessie was that she wrote a letter about a customer that she accidentally sent to the customer. I was cracking up over that one as it must’ve been some letter! Although her husband David doesn’t make much money as a machinist, she may try to seek out a part-time job that pays better so she can afford to be home with her daughter more often. Daycare costs almost as much as our rent! I’m so glad that’s one financial hardship we’ve never had to face on top of all the others.

Yesterday evening as the sun was setting, I was crossing the living room when all of a sudden I heard this crackling sound. I first thought of firecrackers till it registered in my brain as all wrong. Like what would Jesse be doing up the hill setting off firecrackers, right? So I stepped outside but didn’t see anything at first. I heard sounds of something slipping and sliding and thought animals were on the roof. After all, this isn’t the city where people are the number one ruler. This is the country where animals rule. Animals live with people in the city, but here in the woods, we live with them. But then I saw that a tree went down at the base of the driveway, so I texted Tom at work and let him know. Fortunately, he was able to get around it. I left Maryann a message since Jesse never answers his phone, but haven’t heard from them. Jesse might be out of town on a construction job cuz we haven’t heard him drive in or out at all today. Tom said he went to pull it out since the trunk was only about 5” around, but then all kinds of trees started firecracking around him, which then explained why so many people are out chainsawing trees lately. Some trees grow too fast for the branches to support the new growth. It’s a good thing the trailer and shed are set back far enough so they can’t be attacked by any trees! It was one of the palmish ones that went down.

Since no one’s been down to deal with it and all’s been quiet up the hill, I wonder if Jesse’s finally working again. I hope so! With him working that should mean fewer motors, less barking and more privacy. When I was outside a couple of days ago in the late afternoon I heard him call out to some guy, “What time are you going to be here tomorrow in the morning?” He definitely loves to work on things. I just hope he’s not prepping the place to sell it anytime soon! He’s mentioned doing projects at his place, too.

Today’s the third day out of all the days we’ve been here so far that I haven’t heard the dogs at all.

I’m very happy for the gays of California! The Supreme Court ruled it unconstitutional to deny gay marriages. While they had civil unions, they now allow gay marriage like Massachusetts, giving them a full range of benefits. Of course the bigoted religious conservatives are going to fight for an amendment come November.

Jessie said friends of her father are getting married on the Massachusetts side of his land (I didn’t know there was a Massachusetts side) that are the nicest guys.

These rats have turned out to be no fun, I’m sorry to say. They’re quick to run up to us when we get near the cage and they’ll take food from us, but they’re so damn skittish that they won’t let us pick them up, nor will they stand still and allow themselves to be patted. I’d say we’re definitely going to get rid of them soon. We just don’t know if we’re going to turn them loose in the woods here or bring them back to the store. I miss rats who want to socialize with us! I miss my Tinkerbell and other rats we’ve had like Blondie and Little Buddy who would run to me, follow me around, sit on my lap and let me scratch their backs. I hate rats that I have to scare into going back into their cages, and that run from me the moment I try to handle them. But the sucky thing about it is that you just can never know what you’re bringing home till after you get it home.

I started taking Claritin D again to drain my inner ear congestion and just like before, it’s causing me to wake up a lot during my sleep, and to lose my appetite as well. Maybe there will be an ‘after’ picture after all. I was starting to doubt it for a while there, though I’m still older and not expecting to get down to the 110 pounds I should be. But I might lose 10 pounds or so.

Later…

Maryann did leave a message after all. She said Jesse would be down in the morning (no doubt after I’ve fallen asleep) to take care of the tree. She said he heard it fall too, but didn’t know where it was.

MONDAY, MAY 12, 2008 Week 1 on the diet only dropped me two pounds. Tom says that’s a reasonable amount to expect to lose each week. Yeah, but that’s only if it keeps working. If not I’ll have to make some adjustments and hope for the best. We got a new scale, though, and I was right about the one we had being way too low. When I checked out the before picture Tom took I could clearly see right away there was no way I could be under 140. So Tom got a new digital scale and sure enough, the 137 the old scale told me I started at was really 147. Who’d have ever thought I’d gain so much weight?! Imagine if I’d had kids? I’d be around 200 now! It’s perfectly normal, though, like it or not. Your average person gains 30-50 pounds once they hit middle age.

Jessie had a bad day, but I didn’t understand her email. Something about a customer’s note, her boss being pissed, her chances not good for getting the job she wants because she has no accounts receiving skills. Then why would they even consider interviewing her in the first place and getting her hopes up for nothing?

My worst Netwinner nightmares have come true, and we’re out $225. They’ve finally admitted they can’t afford to pay their members, although they’re blaming it on “fraudulent” players rather than their own stupidity, and have credited us with double the number of points instead for prize draws. So I’m just going to redeem my points for their stupid contests I’ll almost certainly never win, then be done with them for good.

All good things really do come to an end.

Shortly after 4:00, Jesse rode down on his ATV with some kid in his late teens to early 20s. I thought they were going to finish the roofing project or get something from the pile of stuff he has across from the shed, but instead, they just turned around and left. So just what was up with that? Was he just checking on his stuff? Assuming no one was home because he saw no vehicle here? I never went out because I was cooking and not exactly presentable. He’ll just have to learn to call first. I have a feeling that even after all the home improvement projects are done, not seeing the owner for months at a time as was the case in the Klam, won’t be the case here. Oh, well. No place is perfect, and despite the scattered barks and engine-gunning sprees that seem to be a thing of the country, it’s been heaven! I still wish we owned our own place, though!

WEDNESDAY, MAY 7, 2008 Yesterday Jesse put up the support beams and today the wooden planks. It really helps shade the front of the house. He’s on one of his engine-gunning sprees right now, so I’ve got the music cranked up. My new 13-dollar-a-month Rhapsody radio, since my 6-dollar Yahoo radio is no longer available for purchase. Microsoft is buying them out.

It’s been otherwise peaceful around here. I heard voices up at Jesse’s place, so maybe he doesn’t live alone. Either that or he has a lot of company because we’ve heard voices several times up there. I don’t feel as if I have as much privacy as I’d like for singing, but I do it anyway. I just don’t do it every day. I just hope the home improvement trip is just about done! I also hope Jesse goes back to work, but as it is so far, he’s always home, always outdoors. Figures, huh? I wonder if he’ll be outside as much in the winter. Probably, because we’ll be here. If only it was just us on this land and with a bigger, newer house! It’d be just about 100% quiet and private.

MONDAY, MAY 5, 2008 The attacks didn’t stop till a day or two after we washed the blanket, and I came to wonder if it weren’t the little bottle of Vanilla Fields perfume I got at Big Lots that may’ve caused them. I’ll find out tonight, as I just sprayed some on me for the first time in a few days.

I’ve finally been sleeping better too, but that’s mostly because I’m on days.

Today started off rather annoyingly as Jesse’s dogs went off longer than usual this morning and he just ignored them. Tom thinks he was leaving and that’s what set them off. Sure hope this doesn’t become a regular thing! If Jesse was there and really did ignore them, how rude! He did mention going to some hospital for some family member today, and that’s why he’s not working on the porch roof till tomorrow. Other than that, he’s always here, so it seems. Tom thinks he’ll return to work someday, but for now, we’re basically helping him stay put. If his house and the land are paid for, he doesn’t need to work all that much with the amount we’re paying him each month. Anyway, the only thing that keeps it from being 100% quiet here are the dogs. It’s still 98% quiet, and that’s a far cry better than I ever expected to ever get!

Yesterday turned out to be so much fun! We both had a blast. I’m so glad we got to survive in order to enjoy it. We had our fun in Auburn. First we went to Denny’s, then to Goodwill. He checked out electronics while I got a couple of surprisingly nice dolls. One is a Barbie I tried to win and didn’t. The other is a 15” vinyl flamenco dancer doll. Her features are distinct and well done. She has a lovely face, nice hands, and a pretty costume. She’s just a bit tall for her body proportions.

Our third stop was K-Mart where I got a 2’ statue of a wolf that’s way cool looking. Very realistic and detailed. Could be a coyote. Don’t know for sure. The howling wolf/coyote has a sculpted tongue and teeth. Tom got a pair of black flip-flops, a new pillow, some line to string a clothesline with, hooks to hang my wind chimes up, and a new outdoor mat. The mat they had here was a scrap piece of carpet that was all yucky, so I threw it by the door we never use. I got a colorful floral mat to put by the door we do use, plus a floral seat cushion for the kitchen chair I’m going to use (Tom got a black futon and the perfect two-seater dinette a few days ago). Denise, who’s going to use the other chair, won’t mind sitting on the hardwood! I also got a beautiful black 10” ballerina bending over, lacing up her ballet slippers.

Our last stop was the best of all. The pet store! We ended up getting two rats, a mom and her baby. Mom was in with her two sons and one daughter, and Tom thinks she’s been knocked up by one of her sons. She’s a bit timid, but the baby’s friendly and curious. When I got up this morning, she ran to the door of her cage to greet me. That melted my heart. I missed that!

As I told Jessie, as soon as I get more familiar with the new camera we got, I’ll be sending tons of pictures of them, the land, the trailer (which looks much better on the inside than the outside), and of us. She’ll get my “before” picture first, then in a few months the “after” picture. Right now I’m 137 pounds with dark hair covering my ass. After a few months of 1200 cals, Oolong tea, and exercise, plus a serious haircut and dye job, she should see a slimmer version of me with shoulder-length auburn hair. Wish me luck!

Jessie says she’s going to try to get the job she regrets not taking last fall that’s advertising for employment. She says she has to get out of the “horror show” she’s working for now. They’ve been spiting her, and as I told her, having a job you hate is a horrible thing same as living in a place you hate. Better to take a lower-paying job where you’ll be treated better, than a higher-paying job with a bunch of back-stabbing snobs. I told her I’d pray for her and do spells and that she should take a moment each day to pray for the job, too. The more people that pray, and the more often, the better the chances are of receiving it. Especially if it’s something that’s good, that you can handle, that’s correct. At least it seems that way lately.

We’re getting settled, but still need to take old boxes and junk to the dump and get things rearranged better. We’re almost there, though! Jesse did the windows yesterday, and with Tom’s help, they got the job done in about an hour. He says he’s got an even better view than we do up at his place. I guess the land consists of 3 hills. At the very top is where he says he keeps all his junk. I guess that explains why the road forks up there. It fucking figures that the dogs just have to be on this side of his house. Tom says he thinks the reason we hardly hear them is that they are allowed indoors, but I think it’s because there’s not as much to bark at as there is in the city.

I contacted the Italy sweep agent and let her know that rough times have prevented me from contacting her sooner, then gave her our new address, but as I also told her, it still may be a year or two before we can take the trip.

THURSDAY, MAY 1, 2008 Here’s both good and frustrating news. I got my beauty baskets from Spa Finder, and the DSL is now hooked up, but UPS hasn’t yet delivered the special modem it needs in order for us to use it. Talk about frustrating! It’s the 1st, so I’m not only swamped with tons of new sweeps, but I’ve still got two weeks’ worth to catch up on. I’m way backed up.

Other than the peace and quiet I’ve been enjoying, I haven’t been sleeping that great. It’s like something’s compensating me for finally being able to live in peace. I never sleep straight through. Either something wakes me up, like the hot water tank which makes a popping sound when it kicks on or off, or I wake up just because, or wheezing. Ever since we’ve been here, I’ve needed my inhaler nearly every day! It’s the strangest thing. We have no idea what’s causing the attacks, but we suspected it could be my new blanket, so we washed it.

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ruminate88 · 7 months ago

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I’ve watched way less TikTok and been trying to be careful who I listen to, what advice I take and of course NOT watching the videos that say “Your ex is coming back” 🤪🤪🤪 This particular video though, was helpful:

It ALL makes sense why I feel bad and don’t want anything. Why I don’t go for any dreams of mine or why I feel bad to ask for stuff. I jumped at the first guy who was actually nice to me and married him…. Obviously I had been given soooo little by Andrew for over a year, that I was starving for kindness and affection! Desperate for someone to truly see me, care about me and fill me up. My husband was sooooo nice but he’s not perfect. He doesn’t support me in every single area of my life. He’s gotten better and I do see he’s capable of empathy, sensitivity, change and being emotional but I jumped way too quick.

when we were engaged and bought our house, I kept calling it “his house” and “his money.” But people were saying to me, “that’s your house and money too once you get married” ahhh I was super uncomfortable with that!! I found out how much my wedding ring cost and oh I felt sooo horrible 😢😢😢

like, when my husband stresses over us not having enough money to do more things or buy more things, it just makes me frustrated and wanna push him away. Like, I don’t CARE about freakin money or stuff. I just wanna feel better and I just want him to hold me. Men are not usually super emotional like women anyway and I’m not even comfortable to ask my husband just to hug me and tell me it’s ok!!

also, I had to beg Andrew to pay me attention and that sucked. I don’t wanna beg for anything ever again. I don’t wanna beg my husband to stop caring so much about stupid money and see me. Just be with me. Why can’t being with me, even if we’re not rich, be enough??? I know men want to be the provider and that’s great, I support my husband’s job and hard work. I occasionally tell him how grateful I am for his hard work and I tell him I understand how expensive the cost of living is BUT I DON’T FREAKING CARE about all that right now!!

I’m tired of men using me and not seeing me. My husband never yells at me or puts me down. He goes to work, comes home and sometimes tells me about his day unless he’s tired then maybe he’s more quiet and he’ll watch tv with me and it’s just quiet and peaceful but I feel disconnected and all I want is for my husband to embrace me and let me feel comfortable. Instead, I just internalize everything, keeping all the pain to myself. I’m uncomfortable to talk about it all to him. plus my husband would not understand me talking about Andrew anyway, he would assume I still love Andrew and that is not worth it to me to trigger all that. My husband is the one who had to FaceTime Andrew for me and threaten him to leave me alone. He doesn’t like Andrew and I just fear he’ll be upset but maybe not 🥺 I just am too scared right now to find out. I don’t like holding it all in either and I feel very secretive, like I’m lying to my husband pretending I don’t think about Andrew when I know I do. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I don’t want anymore confusion or drama. That’s why I almost always wanna just be left alone. I don’t want anybody to do anything for me or give me anything. I believe this all stems from being conditioned so long to accept nothing because Andrew, Cody and Jake gave me nothing but humiliation, betrayal, heartbreak, CRITICISM and confusion. That’s what I was fed for most of my 20’s. I never had a guy ever see me or care about my feelings. I felt rejected and attacked at every turn. Obviously there’s no real tags for this post for obvious reasons. #vent

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thaleleah · 9 months ago

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hahaha my dad is literally such a pervert 😂

my stepmom is such a terrible person! she made my dad get rid of our family cat who's been in the family since i was in high school and i had to find out by visiting my dad one day and found my baby was gone 😭 they didn't even ask me if i would take her in cause i would've and they just gave her away like she was nothing 🫤

right?!! she always speaks highly of my dad on purpose to boost up his manhood so he doesn't leave her = no money for her. she is such a manipulative liar.

"he'd probs break a damn hip" had me dead 😂

so. for some unknown reason, a lot of women find my dad hot (ew) he's literally your typical bald and old white man 😂 i honestly think it's his money that attracts this women, he's a sugar daddy for these younger women 😂 i've never met his girlfriend but she's just another gold digger! and i believe she's in her late 20s-early 30s!

ask away babe i love this. the tea is hot here 🩷

i feel you girl. nothing worse than a parent choosing the stepmonster over their own kids. like what more do they want from us? you ruined our families lives! that's what they are good at!

awee girl i'm so sorry this fucker has influenced your relationships. but i don't blame you at all cause i would probably be the same too. they cause nothing but trauma. but you got this girl! i promise you, you'll find someone who is worthy of your time and won't remind you of your fuckwit stepshit 🩷

i'm sorry... court? what a fucking loser. girl please hire someone to beat the shit out of him 😂

omgg yess these vents have been so therapeutic for me! i personally don't have a good relationship with my sisters at all and i refuse to talk to them about my dad and stepmonster because they are just pure assholes who only care about themselves. we have each other so *big big hugs through the screen* 🩷

i bother my friends sooo much with sending them anything tom blyth 😂

THE WAY I HATE YOUR FAMILY RIGHT NOW OMGGGG

I would not be able to forgive them if my family got rid of our cat without even asking me if I wanted to take them in. I'd probs go completely no contact with them (and by no contact, I mean because they'd be dead)

Also, fuck this side chick too. Let's just add her in there cause she seems like she's just as bad as the rest of them 😂 How did he meet her anyway? Was she the replacement secretary to your stepmonster? 👀

Yeahhhh he really fucked me up good. But I'm honestly such a huge romantic at heart and I'm hopeful that a soulmate will come and sweep me off my feet one day

🎵 A dream is a wiiiiish your heart maaaaakessss 🎵

Also, yes. Court lol. He offered to help pay for part of my college tuition as a "The past is the past. I'm a changed man. Let's be a ✨family✨ now" and then he got pissed cause dropped one of my classes that I didn't even need and said that I was "ungrateful". So he threatened to take me to court and sue me for all the money he 'wasted' on my tuition. Now... I'm not saying that I want him to fall off a cliff. But if it happened? Can't say I'd be upset about it tbh

Yes, babes! We def have each other! *big big virtual hugs* 🧡 And I appreciate you listening to my rants too cause i don't have a therapist right now and I really should lol

Side note: OBVIOUSLY Tom Blyth is the finest specimen on earth. That's no debate. But.... thoughts on Austin Butler? Cause he just came on my radar and ohhhhh mannnn 👀

#𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 ⤷✉

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ch0colatec0ff33-art · 1 year ago

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I used this an two random generations to wander a bunch of questions for my OCS!

Everything will be under the cut to avoid a MASSIVE text post

(biscuit, 22)

Hrm jealousy is weird bc if it doesn't happen often. More often it's Envy.

She really keeps to herself about it,. Doing her best to try and hide it 'fix' it

If it's bad enough it'll come out as passive aggressive jabs

(BnL, 41)

Brenda LOVES young kids and babies. She thinks they're SOOO cute and loves to dress them up. But she sees them way more as dolls than actual living, breathing humans.

Lawrence however. He wants nothing to do with them. They're gross, annoying, dirty, and stupid. All they do is cry and eat all of his food. You couldn't pay him all the money in the world to change a diaper.

He automatically assumes all children are stupid animals

(jack, 11)

Hrrmr. I think he tends to avoid things that confuse him? Or at least try to understand surface level and whatever he can't, but when it reaches a point of being stressful he'll ignore it

(biscuit, 28)

She'll take the worst truth over the smallest lie. A lie always hurts more

(Calypso, 7)

The smell of the ocean and sounds! They love everything about the sea

(biscuit, 28)

She'll take the worst truth over the smallest lie. A lie always hurts more

(Robin, 20)

Hrm. The concept of love is confusing to them, hard to explain. They can feel the difference between how they love someone. Obviously they love Anjea differently from how they'd love Sasha or DD as family. But it's impossible for them to put those exact feelings into words

(Henrik, 41)

He loves em! He sees that kids are our future and if you don't show them kindness and patience then how can they know how to give it. They deserve the world and need to be protected

(Robin, 15)

They rehearse EVERYTHING they say several times over. They're so paranoid about saying something stupid or that will get them into trouble. More often than not they overthink what they had to say so much they just choose not to speak instead. It's safer that way

(calypso, 3)

They have a long ass process to get themselves to bed. Skin care, hair care, making the bed, PJs, ocean noises, sleeping mask, a billion pillows to support their body in every which way. Humidifier.

If one thing isn't right they CANT sleep

(porter, 21)

Bitch ass just rolls out of bed, puts on clothes that are more often than not already worn and on the floor from the day before. Slap hair gel into his hair and that's it.

(Robin, 5)

It's hard to say. They already have mega trust issues, but they'll stick around someone that hurts them bc they feel they deserve it in a way?

The fastest way to loose robins trust is hurting someone they care about. You can walk all over them but the second you start shit with someone they care about, it's over

#silly ocs #psychonauts oc #Henrik Pawns #robin stenzke #robin nein #Biscuit Neun #Brenda Stenzke #Lawrence Stenzke #Porter R. Paparazzo #Jack Hammer #Calypso #i need to make a master post of my ocs still #txt post #txt #oc questions

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Hey all! I submitted this a while back and realized I worded some things poorly, so I thought I could clear a few things up.

I am not at all new to online DND, it's just in person DND I've never done before! Like I said before, I've played in a lot of online oneshots (I think about 12 or 13 now). I spend a lot of time on DND forums and subreddits and respond to ads looking for players, so I'm quite familiar with things like Roll20 and 5etools and tabletop simulator. It's just that I can be quite shy, and while I had a lot of fun in these games, I didn't make lifelong friends, ya know?

We had a discord night the day I was asked to DM and I brought up the possibility of doing it online, but my friends seemed keen to do it in person and I really want that too. We don't see each other often since we're all busy, so we want to use this as an excuse to all get together and hang out! We've already decided to shoot for the 28th as the day to hang out together all day and play (time off work has already been acquired from all parties except 1, who may have to drop out).

That night they also did ask me what materials they should bring and I (literally buzzing from excitement at the idea of getting to play with them) said maybe a bit too quickly "Oh don't worry, I'll take care of all of it!" Sooo, yeah. That part. Might be my bad 😅I HAVE kind of backtracked on that a bit since then. I mentioned something like "well actually it would help a lot to have something to take notes, and maybe bring your own dice?" and they weren't upset at all, just amused.

I also talked to them about maybe running a module, but they know I'm a huge DND nerd and that I have been making my own homebrew setting, just for myself, for years. I sometimes gush about it in our discord server and before they were just like "that sounds great sweetie," but now they say they want to play in that world! Which is. And I cannot stress this enough. STILL making me die of happiness to this day. I have the best friends in the world. <3333 And yes, it means more prep work for me, but DND is what I use to unwind and relax! Building this world has been the thing I look forward to most in my day, and now building it for THEM? Even better.

And on to "why $100"? Honestly it's a ballpark number, and one I'm not at all married to. I'd happily pay for all the prep myself! It's just if I'm solely footing the bill prep time might take longer for what I want to do. And I DO plan on using online PDFs or 5etools for stuff like the DM's guide, or monster manual. But I want to at least have a physical copy of the Player's Handbook for them to share, and maybe a couple sets of spare dice because if I know my friends at least one of them will forget their dice. And the PHB alone can be like 50$ if I can't find one used (which I'm currently doing. I've been to a used book store and game store so far, and I'm willing to keep looking.)

As for stuff like maps? I know I don't need them, and I've played plenty of theater of the mind games before. But I know at least a couple of my friends are more visual learners, and I'm an okay artist, while a couple of my friends are art majors and FANTASTIC artists. My plan is to get some construction paper and draw some maps I can reuse, like generic forest, generic tavern, generic city street- and get those laminated so we can draw on them with markers. And maybe if we end up playing more than once I can recruit my more artistically inclined friends' help in drawing more maps.

I've also DIYed a DM's screen out of old cardboard and duct tape, and one of those artistically inclined friends offered to bring her paints over and paint all our characters on it (They've been private messaging me on discord with character ideas and I love them for it).

I think that's about it! TL;DR: I have experience with online DND, but me and my friends want to play in person. We've already started planning for it. the 100$ was just a ballpark number and I haven't asked for money from any of them yet, and idk if I'm going to. If I DID ask for money it would go to things like a single PHB to share, spare dice, construction paper, laminating said construction paper, markers, etc. I know I don't need all the fancy schmancy books and minis and add ons, and wouldn't give WOTC that much money anyway. My friends and I are very very excited to play!!! :)

WIBTA for asking my friends to pay me for DMing?

Maybe a weird situation but hear me out. I (22F) really really love DND. I listen to shows like NAADNDP and CR and D20. I’ve played in a lot of online oneshots and tried finding a local group to play with but haven’t been very successful because between classes and work I’m always too busy.

A couple days ago in a discord movie night with my friends (all early 20s) we watched the DND movie, and my friends were super into it and kept asking me stuff like “Is this from the game? Can you really do that in the game? Was that a good dice roll?”, just being really into it. Later one of them asked if I would maybe DM for them. I was SUPER excited as I’ve always wanted my friends to play DND with me but never pushed cause they didn’t seem too interested. I said yes without a moment’s hesitation and started planning. But in the middle of planning I realized how much I really needed to buy. I’ve never actually done DND in person. At the very least I need a dice set, plenty of paper, something to use for maps, something to use as a screen- even if I forgo minis and the books and the modules and all that expensive stuff. Not to mention I would need to take time off work, because right now I’m going to classes 5 days a week and working 6 days a week and that 7th day is for staying at home in bed recovering only.

So I was wondering: would it be considered a dick move if I were to ask my friends to give me a bit of cash in return for DMing? Obviously not enough to replace the lost income from work, but maybe like $20 each (from 5 people)? Or maybe ask them to help buy some of the materials I need? I’m afraid to ask and scare them off the idea of playing, because I wanna play soooo bad, but also I am very much broke and might be putting myself in a bind if I try to do this all by myself.

What are these acronyms?

#oh! and bc i didnt want to distract from the tone of the post which is all excited and happy #the people saying im trying to make my friends pay to hang out with me #or scamming them?#you're sad people and im sad for you. i love my friends a lot <33

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honeylikesyanderes · 2 years ago

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Hiiii honey! I hope your having a fantastic day! If You want to answer then could I request yandere karma with a shy timid cute smart/nerdy s/o? They are intelligent but they don’t have friends so he doesn’t really need to manipulate them but they are both still in class e and teenagers so you know bullies and stuff and he’s just clingy and protective of them? Feel free to take your time or ignore bye bye!

hi my love!!

hmm i like your idea anon

i'm just gonna make this a highschool au!

karma and darling are both 18

that being said:

hope you enjoy!

18+ minors dni (like fr, there's violence and blood in this)

gender neutral reader/darling

likes and reblogs are highly appreaciated

if there’s something i missed or something that you're still curious about, feel free to send me another ask!

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karma as a teenager is a bit different from karma as an adult

he's less quiet and a bit more impulsive

but he's still very very charming

kinda like a boyish charm

karma is very popular in high school

especially since its a private school and everyone knows how influential his family is

he's still a lot more mature than his peers

that being said

assuming that darling is the shy intelligent type, teen! karma would be sooo into it-

i think his yandere tendencies with a shy darling would just start off as him being protective

he might not acknowledge that he's a yandere at this time

he might just assume that he's 'protecting someone who can't protect themselves'

then down the line, he gets to know you

and he falls so hard.

you're perfect.

everything he's ever wanted.

so he becomes even more protective

and more clingy

he follows you everywhere

and where he cant follow you, he's either sending bhodi or his sister to follow you.

and when they cant follow you everywhere, our dear karmichael gets an idea.

concealed cameras.

karma has always been tech savvy

so making tiny concealed cameras were a breeze.

(he attached them to your bag and phone when you weren't looking)

a few days after he installs the cameras, he realises that he needs to hear your conversations as well!

he doesn't want any boys asking his beloved out ofc

so after pulling an all-nighter

he created tiny concealed mics!

(he also attached them to your phone and bag when you weren't looking)

(you should really pay attention more to your surroundings darling.)

karma observes you through the cameras

<they're connected to his phone fyi>

btw teen karma is pretty violent towards bullies.

anyone that makes you feel bad for being intelligent/ a nerd?

they come to school with their head bashed in.

someone talking to you in a disrespectful manner cause they know you're shy and you wont say anything back?

they're suddenly seen wearing turtlenecks everyday for the next month.

(rumour says that they have handprints on their neck from an attempted strangulation)

another person touches you in any way without your explicit consent?

they come to school with the arm (or both arms) that they used to touch you spontaneously broken.

a love rival confesses to you even tho youre already his?

they randomly start vomiting blood in 5th period.

(karma's sister is good with poisons)

if darling is a scholarship student and someone makes fun of them for being less advantaged,

karma will report their parents company for tax evasion/fraud/embezzlement/money laundering

this will cause their accounts and assests to be frozen

and they will become paupers overnight.

then it becomes clear to the entire school.

dont fuck with y/n unless you're willing to face the consequences.

darling on the other hand knows that karma is behind the punishments given to their antis

(its kinda obvious, lets be honest)

and they don't mind it too much

they do beg karma to be a little less mean with the punishments

but teen karma is very stubborn, yet still very charming

so he'll manage to convince you that being mean is for the best

cause rich teenagers are dicks.

and they deserved to be treated as such.

basically, teen karma with a shy intelligent darling is basically just karma showing his true nature over and over again.

he's ruthless, unforgiving towards offenders and he is the judge, jury and executioner.

#yandere oc #honey's anons #honey answers asks #male yandere #yandere headcanons #obsessive yandere #yandere #manipulative yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere high school #my oc karma #shy darling #high school au #my oc bhodi #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader

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cloverthecuddlycactus · 2 years ago

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I feel the need to point out that it isn’t laziness- it’s fear. Corporate America has its hands secured tightly around our throats. Those with the money will do anything to make those bellow them believe that they are undeserving of more. We live in a fascist police state that takes so much information away from so many people. People here ARE willingly ignorant but that's because we are not shown by anyone properly in our own country that we could teach ourselves. And the fear is real I have a supervisor I work with currently who gets treated like ABSOLUTE DOG SHIT and she says she'll leave everytime but all she asks for is higher pay and now they won't raise the pay and her answer is "there are worse jobs out there".

We are all so scared bc we feed into the abuser mindset in EVERY part of this country.

Don't go to other jobs they'll treat you WORSE! Stay here and let me take care of you by giving you more responsibilities than any person can handle and yell and scream at you and threaten you with job loss if you don't do it right.

Don't move to another country. They're all bad and take SPECIFICALLY americans hostage for sex trafficking and you'll never financially recover bc it's just WAY to expensive to live there. They'll never treat you like equals. So just stay here and let me kill your people for being queer or of colour or of another religion. Let me brain wash those that are so scared that they refuse to think for themselves and let me seperate you all so everybody hates everybody.

Sound familiar? Like when a parent or partner says something along the lines of "don't leave me and go out there, no one will treat you right or understand you properly! I'm the only one you can trust bc everyone else is out to hurt you, so just stay here and I'll keep you safe by beating the shit out of you emotionally, mentally, and physically"

You see it? Most Americans are too privileged to want to see that they feed into this specific part of society. So it IS laziness bc most Americans refuse to believe that anyone in this country OR EVEN OUT OF IT has lived anywhere near a different life to them. They are so afraid of change that this entire country will uphold the most toxic and hurtful ideals just so they don't have to admit they are wrong! The government pushes the voices of middle class bc they will ALWAYS side with the government even if only slightly bc they are to stupid to fight their fears. The government then purposefully will limit access to the poor by taking tax peyers dollars and shoving it down their own throats so poor people never see it and cannot properly educate themselves.

This country is run by fear that has turned so many of us lazy bc "why should I care about another human being. My life is just SOOO much worse"

We've completely lost empathy for each other bc we are fed the idea of selfishness and being able to lone wolf everything.

Which isn't how our species is supposed to run as a whole!!! We are a pack oriented species but Americans, like I said, refuse to change that mindset bc it would be the end of the world if they admitted that they were wrong about absolutely anything!!!

Meanwhile in France:

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 3 years ago

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rookie year | chapter 12

a lamelo ball fic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball

Word Count: 5,201

Warnings: All characters in this fic are 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, drug use, NSFW content, all that shit.

A/N: bitchhh this shit was long. enjoy. I think waiting a week or so to upload definitely helps build anticipation and gives me time to get it right. I want to get this done before our lil internet party tomorrow I’ll discuss more about it in a bit :). I also have to give a huge should out to my homegirl @lilah1903 who helped me come up with the ideas for this chapter. Literally so kind of her. I am so grateful for this community ya’ll. ENJOYYYYYY and lmk how you like it. I have been finalizing it for the last couple hours and watching the Hornets v. Heat game at the same time in OT rn lmao

November 24th, 2019

You stretched and rolled out of bed, you got up to feed Lucky and took your phone off the charger.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Tonight at like 7, be ready.

You: oh shit, how ready?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: new fit type ready.

Apple Pay $500

You: Oh 😦😦 Word.

You stared at the money on your phone at this point not even surprised he sent it but still feeling grateful. As you began preparing breakfast as silent as you could, Jordyn was sound asleep on your bed still, face buried in the pillows.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: what are you doing today?

You: I guess now I’m going to the mall to get a new outfit 🤣

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: that’s what I like to hear. Send me pictures 😊

As you waited for the eggs to finish heating up to scramble them, you popped some bread in the toaster.

You: okay 😊 what are you up to today?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: practice for most of the morning, then I’m getting food with some of the boys.

You: okayy, have fun 🤗

“Ughhh,” You heard Jordyn groan without saying any other words.

“Awww, look who’s finally up,” you chirped, scooping eggs from out of the pan and onto the plate.

“Oh I feel amazing,” she moaned sarcastically.

You walked over to her and handed her a water bottle with her plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She thanked you and attempted to take small bites.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t that bad,” she mumbled and you glared at her. “I remember… moments.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You asked her, anticipating her response.

“Talking to Miles, meeting some of the team, being on the table…”

“Almost throwing up in Melo’s car and nearly giving him a heart attack?” You chuckled.

“Damn… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay… you held it in… then proceeded to throw up in the elevator on the way up,” you confirmed and she threw her hands in her face out of embarrassment.

“Aw shit y/n I’m so so sorry,” she muttered.

“Don’t be sorry at me be sorry at the janitors who probably came into work and were shook as hell,” you exclaimed. “It was too late for us too tell anyone about it and we were not about to clean it ourselves.”

Completely disregarding your words, a devious grin slowly grew on her face.

“Sooo did you and Melo finally kiss?”

“No,” you giggled looking down. “That was interrupted by your gagging.”

“Aww man y/n c’mon. I’m annoying when I’m drunk, I’m so sorry.”

“You are,” you laughed. “I forgive you. He asked me to get ready for tonight at 7. I don’t know what he has planned but he sent money for me to buy a new outfit soooo we have to go to the mall,” you murmured, taking a bite out of your own toast.

“Sent you money?” She exclaimed.

“I knew that would be the only thing you heard out of that sentence,” you laughed. “Yes, he did. Doesn’t happen often so I’m kind of anticipating he wants me to dress up.”

She propped herself up.

“How much money are we talking though?”

“$500.”

“Oh hell nah bitch there’s no time for me to be hungover we gotta go-“ she said as she rushed to stand up and was quickly humbled by a pounding feeling in her temple.

“After some coffee,” she laughs, sitting down.

•••

You both got up and ready to go shopping. Jordyn drove, and you picked up some coffee first before anything. When you made it to the mall, it took a while to decide what stores you wanted to shop in. You decided on one that fit your style the most.

Jordyn mainly helped you pick something out but wanted to do some shopping of her own while you tried things on.

After piling up a bunch of different pieces you wanted to try on, you scavenged around in the dressing room trying everything on and taking a picture of each outfit and sending them each to Melo.

After sending them all you awaited his responses and he took the time to reply to each one until he acknowledged his favorite and the one he wanted you to buy.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hell nah not this

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: girl why you pick this out

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hmmm I like this you should buy it still but it don’t fit the vibe

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: buy thisss but not for tonight 😏

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: this the oneeeee oh you look🤤🤤

You giggled at his response of approval. You started gathering everything together of what he liked and what he did not. You hung up the ones you were going to leave and put the ones you were going to buy on the bench.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Hmm what’s that lil red peaking through the back in this?

You looked down at the red bra that you had on that was covered in rhinestones.

You: my bra?

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: Hmm

You: what?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯 Bet

You: ??

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯 Apple Pay $200

buy something new for me to see, and only me.

You looked at your phone with your eyes widened.

“You almost done?” You heard Jordyn’s voice ask from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say while quickly fumbling to get your own clothes up off the floor as they had fallen. A scandalous idea pops into your head.

You decided to take a picture of your body in nothing but your bra and panties, taking advantage of the mirror in front of you and using your phone to cover your face before snapping a few pictures and picking out the one you liked most and sending it to him.

You: same color?? Different set?? Lmk 😌

You slipped your phone in your purse and quickly threw your clothes back on.

Meanwhile, Melo was at practice stressing on the bench.

“Whatchu all unfocused for,” Miles asked him, smacking him on the back. “C’mon. You took a longer break than me. That never happens,” he laughed.

“My fault, let’s get into it,” Melo huffed. His eyes scanned the photo you sent him one more time before clicking his phone off.

They were finishing up dribbling around after it had been a couple of hours, they were the only two left in the gym at this point. Everyone else went to lunch. Melo finally opened up to Miles about what was going on.

“She said she likes me, I asked her out tonight and I ain’t even get to kiss her yet, I really don’t know how I’ve waited this long,” Melo huffed rubbing his hands on his shorts.

“You all worked up about it, you clearly willing to wait for it,” Miles replied, smirk on his face before shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“It’s getting hard,” Melo admitted to him, taking a step closer to him and whispering now. “She just sent me a body pic now that shit is engrained in my brain, how am I suppose to think about basketball right now?” He asked him and Miles started chuckling.

“Hahaha you down bad,” he said while he shook Melo’s shoulders. “We can call it a day and you can go home and beat your meat to that picture.”

“Shut up dawg, forreal,” Melo laughed. “She’s so beautiful I know she’s worth the wait its just hard,” he sighed. “She knows what she just did by sending me that.”

“It’ll happen in time,” Miles encouraged him. “But don’t let that fact become a distraction.”

“I know, I know. I’m not distracted. Let’s go a couple more times,” he told Miles and he nodded in agreement, bounce-passing the ball to him.

•••

After you and Jordyn paid for your new clothes in the store, you decided to go into Victoria’s Secret to make a purchase per Melo’s request.

You felt Jordyn’s eyes almost burning a little hole on the side of your head.

“I just wanna look…” you trailed off.

“Mhmm…” Jordyn smirked. “Now you know you don’t have to lie to me, Y/N.”

“Okay fine shhhh,” you hushed her as you scanned through the selection. “I may or may not have just sent him a body pic when I was trying clothes on.”

She gasped. “Like naked?”

“No, No. Not yet,” you laughed. “Just in my bra… he wants me to pick something out just for him after he saw my other outfits I sent him pictures of.”

“You’re getting bold y/n, I like it. Did he reply to the picture though?”

“I’m too scared to look,” you laughed.

“Well, look!!!” She nudged you and you pulled out your phone. You looked at your phone together.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯:

Y/N

God damn.

Red.

Black.

Shit every color.

Apple Pay $500

Every set.

Please.

She looked at you and smirked.

“Look at you, you made him speechless,” she laughs. “And he started begging? And sent you more money? You need to fuck him tonight.”

“Aw shit… now I’m panicking girl help me pick something out!!” You exclaimed to her and she took your hands and looked into your eyes.

“Girl you just sent a body pic to Melo Ball, who’s clearly into you and wants to see you naked, whatever the hell you end up picking, he will still want to fuck you,” you stated.

You felt the heat run to your cheeks in response to her comment.

“Let’s get this shit then,” you replied, picking out 3 different sets you had your eyes on already.

•••

You took your time getting ready and as you did, you really thought how you were done comparing aspects of your relationship with Melo to your old relationship. You were over Tristan for good.

It’s been a while since you got really dressed up as much as you have lately. Even when you photograph weddings you tend to keep your outfit neutral and as comfortable as possible when you’re doing a bunch of bending and stretching around to get the best images of couples.

So today you were dressing up and you felt the most beautiful and confident that you have in a while and because of that you were so ready for Melo to see you. Your mind rushed with a million thoughts wondering how the night would go.

You heard a knock at the door and let out a small gasp.

You looked at Lucky who was on your bed chilling.

You ran up to open the door in your heels and there he stood.

So tall and sooo fine, there was no one else that made you this happy to open your front door. His eyes scanned your body as he smiled.

“You look beautiful,” he stated.

Thank you,” you grinned. “Come in real quick there’s someone I want you to meet.” You tell him.

“Oh yeah, lemme see her,” he said. “She’s a her right?”

“Yeah, you giggled, “her name is Lucky.”

“I ain’t no cat person.. but..” he said while walking to the bed. He sat next to her and started petting her. Lucky’s eyes closed while he scratched the back of her head.

“She’s so cute,” he smiled. “You like having her?”

“Yeah, she keeps me company.” You say while crossing your arms.

You watch as Melo attempts to pull her into his arms and she snuggled up into his embrace.

“This is way to cute to not take a picture of, I have to,” you say while grabbing your phone, Melo smiled for the picture. You admired it for a moment while he placed her back on the bed.

“Aw, you got some fur on your shirt,” you laughed.

“Aww shit,” he laughs trying to rub it off but nothing moved.

“Here, I got it,” you say reaching for your lint roller. Something you already had because you brought it with you on shoots. You didn’t realize it would be very handy now that you have a cat.

You began using the lint roller on his shirt and he watched you in awe as you took matters into your own hands. Happy with the results, you toss the lint roller on your bed and attempt to walk away but Melo catches your hand.

“Mmmm, come here,” he hummed while using your hand to spin you around to get a full view of your outfit for the night.

“You look good,” he emphasized.

“Thank you,” you blushed, smiling so hard your cheeks were starting to feel sore. “Where we going?”

“You’ll seee,” he chuckles, “I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you,” you smiled.

“Good, now c’mon,” he motions.

The two of you get going, when you locked the door behind you, Melo reached out for your hand. You looked at it, then looked up at him.

His love language most definitely had to be touch.

You grabbed it, and he interlocked your fingers with his.

You laughed at him when you got to the elevator and it was packed, reminiscing on the first time you were in it together and it was full.

This time, Melo pulled you up against the his body. Hands still interlocked with yours as the rested on your hips. Your heart fluttered feeling his body against yours in this way.

There’s no way at least one person in here couldn’t recognize Melo, you thought.

He continued to hold your hand even up until you got to his car, he opened your door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you you grinned playfully.

You took over his Bluetooth right away and started playing some of your favorite songs as you drove.

“One day you gon let me drive this,” you nudged him and he shot you a look right away.

“Hmmm, I don’t know about all that,” he laughed.

“Why not?”

“Hmmm imma need to see how you drive your own car first,” he replied.

“I only hit a curb now and then, nothing crazy.”

“Nah nah you not about to crack my rims,” he laughed.

“I wouldn’t, pleaseee,” you pleaded.

“Hmm, we’ll see,” he smirked.

When you got to the spot, it was a pretty lowkey, cute little restaurant. It was giving very much 5 star rating vibes with its dim lights, fancy tables and chairs. He reserved the spot for the two of you.

You sat down, studying the menu for a moment. He looked up at you and grinned, admiring your gorgeous look for the night. After deciding on what you wanted, the waiter came back and took your order.

“Sooo.. how’d shopping go?” He asked.

“Good, Jordyn came with me,” you mumbled, crossing your legs under the table and straightening your posture.

“Oh yeah? What else you buy?”

“Couple outfits, some things…”

“Like??”

“I guess you’ll have to see later,” you shrugged.

“Anything related to this?” He chuckled, showing you his Lock Screen on his phone was in fact the picture you sent to him earlier.

“Melo,” you blushed, grabbing his phone out of his hand and putting it face down. He picked it right back up again to stare at it.

“You look…” he trailed off, in a daze as he did not remove his eyes from the picture. “…really fucking good,” he nodded, bringing his lips into his mouth before releasing them.

“Your lock screen though?” You glared at him and he shrugged.

“You messed with me at practice sending me that, so I think I deserve to fuck with you for that,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s the game we’re playing?” You asked.

“Mhmm,” he smirked.

“Bet.”

“I ain’t scared of what’s going on in that head of yours, camera girl,” he chuckled.

“I never said you should be,” you giggled. All I said was “bet.”

“Mhmm,” he sassed. You roll your eyes at him.

The waiter brought your food out now.

You both ate your food throwing the occasional glimpses at each other, your mind still on the previous topic but you wanted to get him talking about other things.

“Sooo, LaMelo Ball… What’s it like being in the spotlight?” You asked and he sighed and thought for a moment before he spoke.

“I really don’t know what life is any other way,” he shrugged. “What’s it like to not be?”

“Seems, normal. Seems like I could go without feeling like eyes are on me 24/7,” you smiled.

“Being around with me could change that…” he stated and you looked into his eyes for a moment.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged.

“I’m worried that might change,” he mumbled.

“How come?” You asked, looking into his eyes now.

“When all eyes are on you, everything is different. Every move and mistake you make can make a headline. It’s a lot of pressure,” he stated.

“Pressure makes diamonds,” you shrugged in a pish-posh matter.

He sits up in his chair and crossed his arms, leaning towards to you now.

“So you think you can handle it?” He asked with a smirk.

Your throat instantly grows dry in response to his demeanor and how he questioned you.

“Uh- maybe, probably I guess it depends,” you muttered, adjusting yourself in your seat.

“Nah, not maybe. I want to hear you say you can,” he replied, very much aware of what his tone was doing to you now.

He was so enticing when he got in touch with his persuasive energy. It made you forget to take a breath thinking about letting him do anything and everything possible to you on this table right now.

You cleared your throat, bringing yourself back to your reality.

“I can…” you trailed off. “I can take- handle it.”

He chuckled, grinning at you as his eyes grew dark.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he replied, focusing on his plate again before taking a bite.

The tension obvious between the two of you now, your stomach was in knots and you had a hard time finishing the rest of your meal without imagining dozens of scenarios going down between you and Melo. You set your fork down, unsure if you should be the one to break the silence.

“How’d you like your food?” He asked finally. Causing you to ease up a bit and smile, releasing a long and slow sigh.

“It was amazing, thank you LaMelo,” you replied.

“Of course camera girl,” he grinned.

You sat up in your seat with your legs crossed, hands on your lap. You watched him as he took the bill from the waiter and gave him his card.

Your eyes scanned his hands and how large they were. Thinking about how those were the same hands that were so good at holding a basketball so effortlessly. Then thinking about how good they would feel wrapped around your neck.

You grew impatient now, not because you wanted the night to end but because you wanted ever single part of him right now. You tried to hold it together.

“Melo?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He hummed, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Where to next?”

“You got somewhere to be?” He teased.

On your dick, you thought.

“No, no I didn’t mean- I mean I’m just looking forward to what you got in mind,” you stuttered.

“There’s a place I want you to see, I think you’d love it, you ready?” He asked.

“Always am,” you smiled.

He got up first, reaching his hand out for you to grab to help bring you out of your seat. As you walked out, some eyes were on you. You grew shy and looked up at Melo. He grinned down at you and you remembered the conversation topic you were just talking about and he knew exactly what was going through your head as he then noticed the eyes on the two of you as well.

“How do you handle it?” You asked.

“I’m open to the constructive criticism but I never let the hate get to me,” he shrugged. “Eyes will be on me for the rest of my life. I just try to remember I’m doing what I love and I’m not mad about that.”

You had some ways to go to have a mentality like Melo.

When you got to his car, you sat in silence as he drove. He kept his hand on your thigh and you were burning up at this point. When you finally got to the spot he was talking about, you smiled at him. He knew you so well and within a couple minutes, you were up on the top floor of the building, admiring the beautiful view of the city of Charlotte from up above.

He looked at you and smiled. He had not said much at this point and you felt like you had not either. You finally broke the silence, nervously looking down at your feet before looking back up at him.

“I like you Melo, I really do. Not because you’re LaMelo Ball but because you’re Melo… I guess that doesn’t make sense because-“

He cut you off by pressing his lips on yours.

Finally.

This was the moment you needed for the longest time. You melted into his embrace as his hands were holding onto your face. Grateful you were in heals, you linked your arms around his neck attempting to bring him as close as possible, intoxicated by his affection.

“Shit,” he whispered into the kiss before latching his lips onto yours again. Your heart was filled with so much joy for the first time in a long time. The two of you not wanting to stop or let go of each other’s embrace.

When you let go for a moment to catch your breath, you looked at him feeling completely speechless. Your mind replaying the moment and now you were unable to not think about anything else other than the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes scanned his with a small grin growing on your face now.

“I know pretty girl, I like you too, now please don’t ever stop kissing me,” he chuckled softly into your lips before kissing you again. You giggled into the kiss almost feeling happy tears come on. Enjoying this new level of appreciation you could finally show each other now.

••

When you got back to his car, he turned around and faced you.

“Don’t let me regret this but… wanna drive?” He asked and your eyes grew in excitement.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

You grabbed the keys out of his hand and quickly made your way to the front seat. He went to the passenger seat side. It was a funny sight seeing the two of you have to adjust your seats in the opposite direction. He brought his all the way back and you brought yours more than inches away from the steering wheel.

You looked at him after putting the keys in the ignition and he watched you, amused by the sight.

“Awwww shit,” you turned up the radio and leaned back in your seat. You pulled out the lot and did not realize how much of a confidence boost you would be given driving a $200,000 car.

You shot the occasional glance at him as he had the biggest smile on his face completely enjoying everything about this.

When you hopped on the freeway you pushed 80 almost 90. His face grew concerned with the possibility of you getting pulled over in his car.

“Hey,” he laughed while putting his hand on your arm. “Slow your ass down.”

“Sorry,” you laughed, bringing down your speed now. You drove around the city, admiring it from the window.

“Oh shit…” you stated, slowing down and turning the radio down as well. “I need my car for tomorrow.”

“Where is it?” He asked you.

“Left it at my parents house on my birthday,” you replied.

“Perfecttt, I can’t wait to meet them, let’s go,” he laughed, you glared at him.

“You better act right,” you giggled.

“Who said I wouldn’t?” He grinned proudly, adjusting his shirt.

•••

You made it to your moms and unlocked the front door slowly. Your parents were in the living room watching a movie and were more than happy to see you two.

“Well you two look really nice,” your mom grinned, putting her glasses on and standing up from the couch.

“Mom and dad this is Melo, Melo this is my mom and dad,” you chuckled.

“Nice to meet y’all,” Melo grinned, he shook your dads hand and gave your mom a side hug. “We we’re on a date, I took her out for dinner, I hope that’s okay,” Melo smiled.

“Of course,” your mom smiled and winked at you as he spoke with your dad.

“It’s nice to meet you son,” your dad smiled at him. They chatted for a moment and you told your mom you were just stopping by to say hi and pick up your car. You watched as they asked him some questions. Your dad knew exactly who he was so of course he got to talking.

He was the sweetest to your mom, the biggest gentleman and was very kind to your father. You admired how he held the conversation with them so well. The moment was short and sweet, but you were ready to get going.

Out of habit, Melo made the mistake of pulling out his phone as he stood right next to your mom. Remembering the Lock Screen photo, you were too far to snatch his phone out of his hand, but by the look on his face when he saw it, he definitely realized and slipped it right back into his pocket.

“Uh- but we’re-we’re going to go,” you blurted. “I love you guys, always good to see you, we’ll stop by again soon.”

“You too,” your replied with a smile on her face you wondered he she noticed or if he put it away in time. The two of you rushed out of the house and back to his car.

•••

“You’re slick as fuck for that,” is the first thing you said to him when the two of walked into his apartment. You were hoping to God your mom did not see the photo on his phone and you were nervous about it the entire way home.

“For what,” he asked, grinning ever so innocently, using all of his teeth to smile.

“You know what you did,” you mumbled.

“What’d I do?” He asked, bringing you in by the waist to meet his face.

“Change your Lock Screen,” you mumbled.

“Why? What if I want to show off what’s mine,” he replied, rubbing his thumb on your back as he spoke.

“What’s yours?” You repeated, slightly heated at his stubbornness now. “Am I yours?”

“You tell me?”

“You ask me,” you shot back, not making sense of what you were trying to say but rather feeling heavily sexually frustrated now.

“You gon regret having that attitude with me pretty girl,” he replied, eagerly bringing his lips to yours now. He picked you up without breaking the kiss, walking you over to his bed now.

Slipping you out of your outfit, he undressed you tortuously slow. You laid down on the bed in nothing but the shiny new underwear you bought today for the occasion. His eyes scanned your body in all of its bare beauty for a couple of moments before going back to kissing you again.

You focused on the way his lips felt pressed against your skin. The way he softly kissed your jawline down to your neck, a small moan escaped your lips. He looked up at you and acknowledged your approval of his actions.

“You are mine,” he mumbled in between planting kisses on your inner thighs. “All mine.”

“Really?” You asked, trying to keep the sarcastic act up but miserably failing as he slowly slipped your panties off.

“So you went ahead and sent that picture and then get mad that I liked the picture?” He whispered while slowly beginning to rub your clit now.

“I wasn’t mad that you- oh my god” your words were cut short as he slowly slid a finger inside of you.

“And still getting smart about it after I told you to watch your mouth?” He chuckled. His voice low now as he knew his tone was increasingly taunting to you.

“I- Melo,” you gasped, feeling ecstatic about the increasing pleasure not only because it felt good but because it was Melo. And you wanted it to be him doing this to you right now. For the longest time.

“You know how long I been wanting to know how you taste?” he mumbled, eyes hooded now has he was so focused on pleasuring you in this moment. He had yet to bring his mouth to your pussy and was only pleasuring you with his hands but you were putty in his grasp unable to control yourself at this point.

“You so beautiful, I don’t think you truly understand that…” he mumbled, increasing the pace of his fingers now. Your heart swelled with happiness at his sweet words.

“But that smart mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he finished.

“Melo shut up and eat me out already,” you gasped and he was taken aback by your demands. He stopped.

“Aht- what’d I just say?” He asked, his tone sounded playfully angry but nonetheless his aggression was turning you on.

You playfully glared at him, rolled your eyes then fell into character. If he wanted the praise as much as you did, then you would give it to him to get what you wanted. As you expected the result of two zodiac fire signs fighting for dominance.

“Please Melo, I want you to make me feel good, Melo,” you beamed at him, pleading now, even though you were not lying. It was easy to tell that as confident as he was, he still enjoyed having his ego stroked.

It did not take him long to give in this time, as his lips found your clit, he took his time to make sure you felt good. His hands simultaneously caressing your breasts and bringing his hands all the way down to your hips as if you did not think he could get any closer to your pussy, his face was drowning in it at this point as you were moaning in response to him getting you closer and closer to your climax.

He did not stop, in fact, he kept going even after you came. Clearly overstimulated, you were gasping for air at this point admiring how dedicated he was to eating you until you cried.

“I stop eating you out when I’m finished,” he stated, bringing his lips back up to the lips on your face now. (Lmaoo) “you need anything ma?”

To get a fucking grip after that shit, you thought.

“Surprise me,” you whispered breathlessly, wrapping yourself in his blanket.

You had zero words as he got up and casually made his way to the fridge, grabbing the two of you something to drink. He brought it back to you and sat next to you now, still admiring everything about you.

“You so pretty,” he beamed at you. “stay with me tonight?”

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Omfg!!!! I’m shook bitch.

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