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dior-luxury · 21 days ago

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Pretending To Flirt With A Guy Online

Part 1 . Part 2

( ✧ ) ────── 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 . 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 .

- [𝐜𝐡.] cater diamond . lilia vanrouge . floyd leech . rook hunt - [𝐩:𝐬] jealousy . hopefully no mentions of pronouns!

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's been a while since I've written for Twisted Wonderland, so I may have forgotten all of the lore and stuff... but I will try my best!! So apologizes if any of this is out of character!! And please tell me via: messages or dms!! (＾▽＾)

Cater Diamond

You found yourself at Cater's house during the vibrant and bustling days of spring break. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Cater as he lay sprawled across his bed, absorbed in the captivating world of social media on his phone. Meanwhile, you were downstairs, rummaging through the kitchen to prepare some snacks for the two of you, the scent of chips and sodas filling the air.

As you made your way toward his bedroom door, an intriguing idea fluttered into your mind—a prank! A mischievous grin spread across your face as you entered the room, placing the drinks on the table with a soft clink. Cater glanced up from his screen, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What got you so smiley?~" he asked, a playful lilt in his voice as he momentarily set aside his phone, sensing that something was amiss. You brushed off his question, opting instead to cozy up beside him on the bed.

"Magicam reels? Again, Cater?" You teased, casting a playful glance at his screen before meeting his gaze. He chuckled and pulled you closer, his arm draping over your shoulder like a comforting blanket as he returned his focus to the mesmerizing video in front of him.

You watched him for a moment, contemplating the best approach for your prank. Knowing that Cater was sharp and could easily detect any insincerity, you pondered your options. After a moment of scrolling through ideas on your phone, one particularly mischievous prank caught your eye: pretending to be on a phone call with a guy!

With a newfound determination, you slid off the bed and strolled over to Cater’s desk, picking up some books and pretending to study while casting surreptitious glances in his direction. But instead of paying attention to you, he was engrossed in yet another video on his phone.

Deciding to take a more direct approach, you set the book down and began texting your friends, hoping that one of them could participate in your scheme. Ace responded almost immediately, eager to join in on the fun.

A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a call from Ace. You took a deep breath, positioning yourself for the prank to unfold. "Hey~," you said, infusing your voice with a flirty tone, intentionally drawing Cater’s attention. He turned his head, confusion furrowing his brow as he tried to decipher who you were on the phone with.

"Y/N~ Who's that?" he asked, now lying on his side, his curiosity piqued. You pretended to be fully engaged in your conversation, feigning ignorance to his lingering gaze. As he waited for you to respond, you could feel his growing irritation—especially when you casually referred to the person on the line as "love."

Cater’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth falling open as he reacted with mock offense. "Y/N-Chan! Who is this?" he demanded, his tone a mix of surprise and hurt as he sat up and snatched your phone from your hands.

"Hi~ Y/N-Chan's boyfriend Cater here~," he said, his voice dripping with passive aggression as he spoke into the phone. Your jaw dropped at the unexpected turn of events. As he glanced at the caller ID, his eyes bulged in shock. “Eh?! Trappola?!” he exclaimed, annoyance flashing across his features as he directed an indignant glare at you.

Cater returned your phone with a hint of frustration, crossing his arms in a pouting manner as he flopped back onto the bed. "Next time you're pranking me, choose someone other than him~" he huffed, his earlier cheeriness momentarily overshadowed by playful indignation. The tension in the air softened as you both couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, the lightheartedness of the moment restoring your camaraderie.

Rook Hunt

It was the heart of a dull history lesson, the kind that made the minutes drag on like hours. You were doing your utmost to stay engaged with Mr. Trein’s monotonous lecture about the book spread open before you, but your eyes had long since glazed over. Instead, they wandered aimlessly across the printed words, boredom causing you to unconsciously doodle in the margins of your notebook. Swirls, hearts, and little critters peeked out from beneath the textbook, tiny expressions of creativity born from your restless mind.

Despite the class's tediousness, there was a silver lining in the presence of Rook — your boyfriend and partner-in-crime for those once-a-semester group projects. The moments spent working side by side with him were often the highlight of those history classes, not only because he was diligent and inspired productivity, but also because you treasured the time shared with him.

As you once again found your gaze drifting back to the densely packed pages, your mind began to roam free, brainstorming ideas that could alleviate the monotony of the lesson. An impish thought crossed your mind, a semi-harmless prank aimed at your boyfriend. You couldn’t suppress a soft giggle at the image of his surprised expression playing out in your mind.

Your attention shifted to the phone nestled in your pocket, a rush of excitement causing your heartbeat to quicken as you envisioned the prank’s potential outcomes. Would it flop spectacularly? Or would it unfold perfectly in your favor?

Just then, the sharp ring of the bell broke the spell of history class, jolting you back to reality. You hastily gathered your belongings, tossing them into your bag with a sense of urgency, and made your way toward the door. However, just as you reached for the handle, a hand landed gently on your shoulder, halting your escape.

"Trickster, where are you off to in such a hurry? Didn’t you say we’d be walking to lunch together?" Rook's voice flowed smoothly, enriched with warmth and a hint of playful challenge. He leaned in closer, his distinctive smirk lighting up his features, his eyes sparkling as they locked onto yours.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you quickly excused yourself, claiming you needed to take an urgent phone call. Rook’s expression shifted into one of mild surprise; he hadn’t expected to see you flustered. Usually, his gaze lingered on you with curiosity and affection during class, without any hint of stress. Your sudden urgency puzzled him.

You slipped out of the classroom and pressed yourself against the cool wall of the corridor, your heart racing as you fumbled for your phone. You had recently discovered a viral app that simulated a fake messaging conversation, and it seemed like the perfect tool for your little prank.

With a playful smile curling your lips, you opened the app, purposefully positioning your expression to catch Rook’s eye. As if drawn by an invisible thread, he walked out of the classroom, his gaze locking onto you and the device in your hands. A knowing smirk began to spread across his face as he approached, his steps slow and deliberate.

Even as he drew nearer, you remained committed to the prank, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you typed away. Rook paused just two feet in front of you, leaning over slightly to get a better look at your screen, a soft, musical laugh bubbling up from his chest. The sound startled you momentarily, causing your gaze to snap up to meet his.

“You’re quite amusing, you know,” Rook remarked, a genuine smile lighting up his face as he focused on you rather than the phone. It was clear he suspected you were up to something; his eyes sparkled with playful mischief. “But I must say, your true smile tells a tale far different from this,” he added, teasingly gesturing at your feigned grin on the screen.

Lilia Vanrouge

It was summer break, and the air was thick with excitement as you decided to join Lilia, Silver, Malleus, and, surprisingly, Sebek for an adventurous camping trip near the enchanting Briar Valley. The thought of venturing to the very land where they hailed from filled you with a sense of wonder. The scenery that unfolded before your eyes was striking, with steep, craggy cliffs jutting into the sky and rugged mountains cloaked in a veil of mist. Despite being summer, a surprising chill hung in the air, hinting at the valley's secrets. The forest where you all set up camp loomed around you; it was dark and foreboding, nearly pitch-black beneath the intertwined branches of ancient trees.

You hadn’t chosen this somewhat ominous location, but it had a haunting beauty, with shadows that seemed to harbor untold mysteries—one could imagine the lurking presence of mythical creatures just out of sight. Thankfully, you were accompanied by formidable sorcerers, each of them a beacon of strength in this eerie setting. Days passed pleasantly filled with unexpected joys, a stark contrast to the foreboding first impression. One sunny afternoon, you found yourself canoeing with Malleus, gliding over the glassy surface of the water. Lilia couldn't resist capturing the moment on camera, snapping a precious shot of you almost toppling into the lake, while Silver rested peacefully nearby, wrapped in a serene slumber.

The absence of Wi-Fi made it feel like you had stepped into another world, far away from the digital distractions that usually crowded your life. But to your surprise, the lack of connectivity allowed you to fully appreciate the companions around you and the natural wonders.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the campsite, you all gathered around an outdoor table for dinner, relishing the satisfaction of the fried fish you’d prepared together. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but as you sat there, an idea sparked in your mind, mischievous and thrilling. You thought, What if I pretend to flirt with someone to prank Lilia?

Hatching this plan, almost an hour later, you found yourself looking out over the water for more fish bait when you noticed a stranger about twelve feet away. Summoning your courage, you approached him, curiosity bubbling within you. He looked to be around your age, and you learned that he was a college student from a school you had never heard of. The conversation flowed easily; cheeks warmed with laughter as you played your part, leaning in just a little too close and giggling at his jokes with feigned intrigue.

You completely lost track of time, engrossed in the lively exchange until a soft voice broke the bubble, sending a chill down your spine. "Nice to meet you, sir~,” Lilia chimed in, his tone sharp yet playful, almost tinged with a sense of mockery. The stranger jumped, widening his eyes at the sudden interruption. "I’m Y/N's boyfriend~," Lilia declared, his smirk daring the guy to challenge him. The stranger’s face flushed as he offered a clumsy, awkward smile before hurriedly excusing himself from the situation.

Once he was out of earshot, Lilia turned his full attention to you, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I knew you were up to something, but I think the other guy took it seriously, beastie." Lilia couldn’t hold back a giggle as the thrill of your prank swirled in the air between you, laughter mingling with the sounds of the forest.

Floyd Leech

The end of your first year at NRC had arrived, and your relationship with Floyd had blossomed into something sweet and meaningful over the past three months. One day, during a cozy conversation filled with laughter and shared stories, the topic of family surfaced. Floyd, with a bright smile lighting up his face, suggested that it might be time for you to meet his parents. The thought struck you like a bolt of lightning—wasn't it a bit too soon for that? The prospect of meeting his family so early in your relationship sent a ripple of nerves through you.

Despite your initial hesitation, Floyd's cheerful demeanor was contagious. He reassured you that "it wasn't too soon to meet someone's parents," and he added playfully that the customs of his world were probably quite different from what you were used to. You eventually agreed, wanting to immerse yourself in the culture around you and understand the norms that shaped his life.

As the week stretched on, the day before the meeting loomed closer, filling you with a mix of excitement and anxiety. It was a lazy afternoon, and boredom settled in as you lay sprawled across your bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Floyd had ventured off to fetch sodas for both of you, leaving you to your musings.

An idea, mischievous and playful, suddenly darted through your mind: "What if I prank him?" A giggle bubbled up from your lips at the thought, and your heart raced at the thrill of it. You pulled out your phone, glancing nervously at the door, eager to know when Floyd would return. While you knew that pulling a prank right before meeting his parents might not be the most tactful choice, a wave of exhilaration washed over you as you decided to set it up.

Just as you heard soft footsteps ascending the stairs, you quickly activated the playful calling sound on your phone, your pulse quickening with anticipation. The door swung open, and in strode Floyd, balancing two cans of soda in his hands, his face beaming with curiosity. "Koebi-chan~ What are you doing?" he hummed, a look of intrigue crossing his features as he glanced at your phone.

"Calling someone; is that alright?" you replied, trying to hold back a grin.

"Sure~," he answered, his tone neutral yet his eyes sparkling with question, placing the cans down with a soft thud on your desk before flopping onto your bed like he had a hundred worries to shed.

Holding the phone up to your ear, you adopted an overly flirty tone, drawn into the fun of the moment. "Hey~." The playful shift in your voice caught his attention, his brow furrowing in confusion as question marks seemed to float above his head. Floyd let out a theatrical groan, a mix of exasperation and curiosity. "Koebi-chan, who is that?~ And why are you talking to them like that?~"

The sight of him, half amused and half bewildered, made your heart flutter. With a giggle, you glanced at him, the sheer joy of the interaction warming you from within. "It's nothing, Floyd."

In that moment, you realized you didn’t want to go through with the prank after all. The playful atmosphere was too precious to disrupt, and you decided to turn off your phone, letting the moment linger in the sweet, budding newness of your connection.

#𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑-𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐔𝐑𝐘 #x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #cater diamond x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge imagines #lilia vanrouge headcanons #cater diamond headcanons #floyd leech x reader

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tanyapiankova12 · 1 year ago

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The Ultimate try not to pee dice challenge!

Rules: role a dice and match up the number to the category. Then in that category role again and find out what you have to do. You can end the game when you get told to do so or by simply wetting yourself. There is a punishment for peeing and leaking (for which you will role too). BTW the category worsen is basically really hard challenges or new rules. I’d recommend reading first then trying. You will need water and probably a timer!

Categories:

Drink

Wait

Exercise

Challenge

Worsen

Relieve pressure

DRINK

Drink 1 cup of water

Drink 1/2 cup of water

Unlucky! Drink 3 cups of water

Drink 2 cups of water

Drink a diuretic (tea, coffee, soda)

Drink a diuretic and a cup of water

WAIT

Wait 5 min

Wait 10 min

Wait 5 min completely still, no moving even if you start peeing (you’ll have to stop the stream by yourself teehee)

Wait 20 min

Wait 30 min

Wait 40 min

EXERCISE

Do 30 jumping jacks

Do 15 squats

Squat for 1 min

Jump in place 40 times

Stretch and spread your legs for 30 seconds

Do 10 sit-ups

CHALLENGE

Listen to water sounds for 3 minutes

Sit on the toilet fully clothed for 2 minutes

Press on your bladder for 30 seconds

Stand still for 4 minutes

Run warm water over your hands for 2 minutes

Put on tighter clothes or take off all of your clothes altogether.

WORSEN

You can no longer cross your legs or hold your crotch.

You have to put on tighter clothes or just layer them

Put a piece of ice on your bladder, don’t continue until it melts

Listen to running water sounds for the rest of the challenge.

Between rounds, drink 1 glass of water.

No potty dancing!

PRESSURE RELIEF

Release for 10 seconds in the toilet. If you go over, you have to drink 1 glass of water.

Release for 15 seconds in your pants. If you go over, you have to wait 10 min.

Put on short shorts or a short skirt and leak for as long as you like, but if the stream touches the ground, you have to do this challenge until you completely lose control.

Get a bottle cap and pee in it. If you overflow, drink a glass of water

Instead of relieving the horrible pressure like the others, listen to water sounds for 2 minutes.

Pee! Or not. If you want to keep going with the challenge, then skip this and roll again. You can pee right now in your pants, or run as fast as you can to the toilet. You’re freeeee!

PUNISHMENTS FOR LEAKING WITH PERMISSION

Tape your undies to you (you can’t take them off for the rest of the challenge)

Double the water and waiting time.

Nothing!

Half the water and waiting time.

Go to pee.

Drink 1 glass of water.

PUNISHMENTS FOR PEEING

Stay in your clothes for an hour.

Try this challenge again or with a a friend

You can’t use the toilet to pee for 2 days. You have to pee yourself. You can go in public and stuff, but you can’t pee in the toilet. It has to be an accident too, like you have to hold it till your breaking point.

You can only pee when you start leaking for 2 days. You have to hold it till you basically start having an accident. You have to relax and start peeing your pants, then without stopping the stream pee in the toilet for 15 seconds. After 15 seconds finish in your pants. If the stream stops before you can take off your pants, start over.

Try not to pee for a day. Just straight up not pee. Hold it until you just burst.

Nothing you’re lucky.

#pee kink #omorashi #bladder control #pee challenge

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specific-dreamer · 14 days ago

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my baby, my baby (you’re my baby)

Summary: darry visits his dad and rants. he also cries. </3

Darrel loves each of his kids (and stray kids) equally. No matter how hard Steve tries to pry it out of him, he does not have a favorite.

He loved when Johnny came over for dinner and he’s able to convince the kid to spend the night, he loves when Soda and Steve came home with new stories about their day at the rodeo, he loved when he came home from work and Ponyboy would rush to tell him about the book he’d just finished, he loved attending Ace’s recitals, and he loved when Dally comes over just to sit in their company when he could’ve been causing a ruckus around town instead.

He is, however, a little more partial to his first born than the others. No hard feelings, he still loves his other kids, but Darrel Junior was his first child; the reason he’s the father he was a father, so he’s always going to have a soft spot for him no matter what he does.

Besides, it doesn’t hurt that Junior is the only one who visits him and Karen on a normal basis. Darrel huffs to himself has he sits on top of his grave. Since dying, he’s somehow gained an internal watch, so he knows it’s 3:47pm exactly; when Junior visits it’s usually around 4pm.

Junior’s early today though, Darrel thinks to himself hearing footsteps approaching. There’s not much else he can do but wait for Darry who bends in front of Karen’s grave and leaves her a flower first. If he were alive, Darrel’s heart might’ve clenched. Karen’ll be sorry he missed Darry, but she’s watching over the other boys right now; it’s alright though, Darrel will fill her in when she gets back.

Darry’s head was bent too low for him to get a good look at first, but now that he’s turned towards Darrel’s grave he can see the tears streaming down his face. If he still needed oxygen, he’s sure his breath would’ve caught.

“Hi, Dad,” Darry’s says taking a seat on the ground. Darrel can’t help but notice he’s got his knees pulled to him like he’s trying to protect himself.

He frowns and pulls himself to join Darry on the ground. Hey, kiddo. What’s the matter? He knows Darry can’t hear him, he learnt that the hard way a while ago now, it still brings him a little bit of comfort though.

Darry sniffs. “I don’t know how you and Mama did it.”

Did what?

Darry gestures in the air, “This parenting shit- stuff, I meant stuff, sorry.” Darrel laughs a little; his baby’s twenty years old and still apologizing for cussing.

If he’s honest, Darrel isn’t even sure how he did it. It was in large part thanks to Karen, of course, she kept him steady whenever he floundered. Junior also helped too, though. He doesn’t like to throw the word around, but for all intent and purposes, Darry was a perfect first child.

“The other night,” Darry continues. “I guess Ponyboy had a nightmare or something, I don’t know, but I heard him asking Soda why I hated him.” His voice breaks at the end and Darrel is forced to watch as Junior sobs into his arms.

It’s futile he knows, but after a moment of watching he hugs Darry anyway. Almost as if he could actually feel the hug, Darry stiffens before looking up and staring straight through Darrel. Spooky, he thinks.

“I don’t hate him, I promise.”

I know you don’t.

“I love him a lot, but it’s like he purposely grates my nerves. He knows I’m stretched thin and it’s like he’s trying to see how long until I snap. And that’s not fair! I don’t know how to be a parent, I don’t how to raise a fourteen year old!”

Darrel isn’t sure when it happened, but a flip was switched as Junior started to rant angrily. He doesn’t leave the cemetery too often, but when he did he noticed the two often riled each other up; it was never one sided. He can’t exactly correct Darry though so he hums instead.

“Daddy, you know when you first, um,” he winces. “left, Pony didn’t talk for a week. Okay, that’s fine, I can handle that, but he stopped eating too. I tell him, ‘Pony you have to eat something, you can only go so long without eating before you die from starvation.’ And I kid you not the only thing he says to me that entire week was ‘You’re not dad, Darrel, you can’t tell me what to do’. I never said I was! I just didn’t want him to die too, is that so bad?”

Darrel blinks. That was a lot, and he’s not really sure where to start processing it. He sighs airlessly, It’s not bad. You were worried about him and had his best interests at heart I get it. Is he eating now at least?

Just as fast as it came, the anger seems to leave Darry all once as he lies back on the grass with his hands over his face. “I don’t even know if he eating for real, yet. I’m not home enough to know; I eat my breakfast in the dark, go to work, come home when everyone’s asleep, eat dinner in the dark, go to bed, rinse and repeat.”

Darrel winces. Even he didn’t work those kind of hours and could’ve handled them. Darrel liked his solitude every now and then, but not Darry. No, not his Junior; his Junior is a people’s person through and through, there’s a reason he won boy of his year.

Rubbing Darry’s ankle he says, I know you’re working your ass off, but I’m real proud of you, baby. I know it don’t look it now, but it will all pay off.

There’s a pause, and if he wants he could trick himself into believing his boy heard him, before Darry says something so quietly Darrel has to strain to hear. “I know it’s wrong, and I try not to, but sometimes I wish I let them get taken. I love them, really I do! But Soda wants to drop out of school and Pony hates me and he thinks I hate him back, and don’t even get me started on Dallas— I don’t think there’s a been a weekend where we haven’t haven’t argued or he hasn’t been in jail. I’m trying my best, but I keep screwing up and that’s not fair on them.”

He breaks into sobs again, this time so strong his whole body shakes. Darrel can’t even do anything to comfort him, his stupid ghost body isn’t corporeal. The best thing he can do is stroke Darry’s hair and hope he knows his daddy is here for him. He hates seeing his kids cry and he’s never been more angry that he’s dead.

Between sobs Darry says, “I wanna leave. So I can’t mess anything else up.”

No, sir. You’ll get the hang of things soon enough, it’s a new adjustment and y’all’ve just gotta find your footing. I know it’s hard, but y’all will find it.

“I’m not gonna,” Darry protests. His baby is red in the face and breathing real hard, but Darrel is thankful is eyes are finally starting to dry. “I want to leave but I don’t want to leave them.”

So, what are you gonna do, Junior?

“I don’t know,” he answers. “I wish you were here, you’d know what to do.”

Darrel winces. Actually now-

“Well, never mind. You wouldn’t be dumb enough to get in this situation to begin with.”

Harsh, but he’s probably right. Darrel watches as the gears turn in Junior’s head. He loves all his kids equally, yes. But Darry’s always been his favorite to watch because when he isn’t focused he wears every emotion on his face. He can see exactly when Darrys made his mind up long before he stands up and dusts off his pants.

“You drive a hard bargain, but fine I’ll stay.” Darrel barks out a laugh as Darry checks his watch. It’s 6:29pm, he’s been here for nearly three hours. “Shit, I said I’d make dinner.” Somehow, when Darry looks up he’s staring Darrel in the eyes. “I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you later.”

Alright, stay tough out there. I love you, kiddo.

Darry’s eyes widen a minuscule amount and he grins as he ducks his head. “Yeah, I love you too, daddy.”

#should probably post at a more reasonable hour #but we up #it’s 3am i’m not proofreading #i thought writing darrel sr would be a lot easier #dear god was i wrong #the outsiders #darry curtis #darrel curtis sr #soda and the other are mentioned #but they aren’t real big yk #idk how long this is but it’ll be on ao3 tmr #i’m going to bed now #outsiders musical #the outsiders fanfiction

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alexetbishop · 1 year ago

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THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

Summary: Kate makes a visit in your universe after weeks of not seeing eachother.

Word count: 2.5K

Pure fluff. Kate is such a dog mum. This is taking the sapphic long distance experience on a whole other level. Reader is a daughter of Apollo.

a/n: there might be a prequel of this on the workings. It's still an abstract idea but I already got something laid out.

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"Okay, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10:00. And if I find you two doing cheeky stuff again you can say bye-bye to your personal multiversal taxi." America warned Kate as she was opening a portal right on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Just to clarify, we were just making out." Kate points out. "We were half naked but only making out." She adds mumbling to herself. She took a step forward, finding herself in your universe. "Whatever. You own me so many pizza balls for this." America grumbles before closing the portal.

You were sitting at your desk, music was blasting through your headphones as you were finishing up an assignment on your computer.

Kate opened your window and jumped inside your room. She smiled as she saw you concentrated on your work. Her backpack slips out of her shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor. She sneaks behind you and takes your headphones off.

"Whatcha listening to?" She whispers in your ear. You jump on your seat and turn around.

"Oh my god!" You whisper shouted. "Kate? What are you doing here?" You stood up from your chair, a smile plastering on your shocked face. You weren't supposed to see her until next week, so this was certainly a very nice surprise.

"Hi, baby. 'Was just popping by. Wanted to see what my beautiful girl was up to." She shrugged as her hands found your waist, immediately connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. When you draw back you notice she has cuts and bruises all over her face and probably on her body too since her suit was all ripped and a bit bloody. You tilt your head. "Did you come here because you wanted to see me or because you want me to be your personal nurse again?"

"Both?" She raised her eyebrows and made her famous puppy eyes at you. You shake your head and chuckle. "Take off your suit." You step back, crossing your arms under your chest. "Eager, are we?" She teases as she peels off her archery suit, throwing it on the floor. Now she's left with a black tank top that accentuates her muscular form and some boxers that had purple hearts on them. Of course she was wearing something like that.

You roll your eyes. "Just stay still." Your hand reaches her jaw, where a fresh and deep cut was glaring at you.

You took a deep breath: a golden aura began to shine around your body. Kate felt your warmth streaming from your fingers to her jaw. In a matter of seconds the cut disappeared. "Who did you fight this time?" Your hand moved to her forehead. "Just some thugs that were trying to steal some kind of dangerous substance. It was a pretty cool fight, actually. I knocked out three guys with only one shot." She says proudly. You smile at her being all cocky of her actions. "That's amazing, love."

As your hands were moving all around her body, healing her from every single bruise and cut, she rambled on and on about her mission. You had to force her to stay still because she was moving around trying to demonstrate how she back flipped and knocked a guy out kicking him in the nuts with her left foot.

Once her skin was smooth again you removed your hands and returned to a normal non glowing human. "Thank you, princess." She smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "You knows you're always so hot when you do that. Literally and figuratively."

You chuckled and sat down on the bed, reaching for a bottle of soda on your bedside table and drinking it to get your full strength back.

Kate crawled on the bed, laying on top of you. Her arms cradled around your hips and her chin rested on your midriff as she gazed up at you with her dazzling angel eyes.

"I missed you." She whispers and leans her head forward. She starts to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from your collarbone to your lips. You can't help but giggle at that sweet action.

"I missed you too, Katie." Now her face is right above yours. Your hands find the small of her back and caress her there, your touch is as soft as a feather while you draw heart shaped figures on her bare skin.

"Lucky misses you too." You could feel one of her calloused hands sliding up your back and reaching your neck. "He's always so excited whenever I say your name." She then lets go of you, and goes to retrieve her phone that was in her backpack. "I've got a few videos of that, actually." She crawled back next to you, opened her gallery and pressed play on a video of Lucky being all happy and stomping around as his tail was wagging like an helicopter. You chuckle at the adorable sight.

For the next few minutes Kate proceeds to show you every single video of Lucky she had. (even the ones that you had seen a million times already) "Wait! I almost forgot." She reached in her backpack, taking out a small folder. She opened it and inside there were dozens of pictures of her, Lucky, and a couple with her team too. "I printed some more pictures for you." You melted. Kate knew you couldn't have a phone (being a demigod was really shitty sometimes.), and every time she made sure to print a lot of pictures (and yes, some of them were spicy too). You, in the other hand, were more prone to writing. So while you had an album full of pictures, she had a folder with all your letters and poems.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. "Thank you." You looked at the pictures for a few moments and then looked up. "I got something for you too." You stretched your arm to open the drawer of the bedside table and took a small notebook, handing it to her. "It's a small scrapbook I've been making for the past couple of weeks." There's all kinds of things: poems, flowers, pictures and small things that remind you of her.

The corners of Kate's mouth reached her ears. "You're amazing, princess." She took the scrap book in her hand, starting to open it and flip through the pages. You stopped her. "Nah uh." You put your hand over hers, shutting the scrapbook closed. "That's for later. When you're back home."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Fine." She carefully puts the scrapbook in her backpack. She crawls back to you, fully laying on you and burying her face in your neck. She starts giving you little kisses on the same spot. "Come with me." She says in between kisses. "Come back to my universe."

"Katie, you know I can't." You sigh. Being long distance was certainly not easy. Especially if you both live in different universes, and don't have any type of communication besides iris messages, that you discovered can work between universes, but those can last just for a couple of minutes. (One time you left the "call" go on for the whole night. You had to toss 15 drachmas to pay for it. The inflation has reached the mythical world too apparently.)

"Please." Her soft voice was humming against your skin. You wanted to. You wanted to be with her, be close to her, falling asleep in eachothers arms and waking up to Lucky jumping on the bed and licking your faces. But you had your family to take care of. You were the oldest of the family. Your mum worked all day long, leaving you to take care of your two little siblings. And also you had college. You had missed the whole first semester due to the whole "disappearing into another universe thing" and now you had to catch up.

"I promise that I will, just not now. I have so much going on right now. I can't just disappear again after being away for months." You made her look at you, cupping her cheeks. "You promise?"

"I promise." You whisper, a small smile tugging on your lips.

She leans in and kisses you. She wants time to stop. Tomorrow morning she'll have to go back and it's going to be another couple of weeks until she can see you again. So she doesn't dare to pull away from you. She wants to be in your arms forever.

Soon her tongue slides in your mouth, sinking into you. But it's not enough. Touching you isn't enough. Her hands move up and down your sides, squeezing your waist over your sweater. Or better, her sweater that you stole the last time you went to visit her. Her fingers graze your stomach and slides her cold hands under the soft fabric. Your skin perks up, a shiver running down your spine to Kate's electric and intoxicating touch.

"Katie..." You whisper when her lips detach for a millisecond. She just hums against your mouth, her hands sliding upwards. She knows you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Darling..." You say again a bit louder but she continues. And right when her fingertips are about to reach your breasts, you stop her. She leans back from your face, her hands don't move, they're warm, now having stolen the heat of your body. She's looking at you with her mouth agape, she's slightly panting, her pupils are blown out and tendrils tickling your now rosy cheeks. "We can't do that right now."

She furrows her eyebrows and she's about to ask why when someone knocks on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" It's your mum. You totally forgot that on Sundays she only works in the morning. Shit. She tries to open the door. This is the only time you thank the gods for having a crappy and old apartment. The handle of the door is almost broken, so it's pretty hard to open it unless you know the right mechanism to not tear the knob out.

"Quick. Hide somewhere!" You tell Kate as she panics and jumps out of the bed. She looks around and then she hears a click. The handle slightly turns and the door opens. Kate crouches down and slides under your bed right before your mum walks in your room.

You quickly put all the pictures that were next to you on the bed under your pillow and smile innocently. "Hey, mum. What's up?"

"I've made tea, do you want some?" She asks.

"Uhm- no. Thank you. I'm fine." You fold your arms under your chest.

"Are you sure? You've been in here for the whole day. You need to take some breaks from those books." She points at your messy desk.

"Yeah, I know. I'm taking one right now. You know, laying in bed and- looking at the ceiling." Kate has to hold in a laugh for your lame response. "It's very relaxing. You should try it."

"Alright." She says reluctantly. She takes a step back when she notices Kate's backpack on the floor next to your bed. Fortunately her suit was on the other side so she couldn't see it. "What's that?" She points at the black backpack.

"Oh. That's uhm- Will's. He left it here yesterday." You lie. But it was pretty effective because Will actually came to visit you the previous day. He would never own a backpack like that but your mum buys the lie and nods. "Hm. Okay. Well, if you need anything I'll be in the living room. Your siblings want to see Cars again." She states and closes the door behind her.

"Okay. Cool, thanks. Have fun!" You hold your breath until you can't hear her footsteps anymore and pat the side of the bed. "Coast is clear." Kate rolls out from under the bed and lays on your bedroom floor, a smirk on her face. You sit criss cross on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "What?"

"You're right. It is relaxing watching at that nice and smooth ceiling." She mocks.

"Shut up." You dangle down one foot and lightly kick her on her hip. She fakes a hurt face and pouts. She stands up and now she's the one looking down at you. "So, I gather you haven't told her yet?" You shake your head. You did want to tell your mum about Kate. But you know she would freak out. She's... very protective, to say the least. The first time you heard of camp half-blood or the term 'demigod' was when you were 15. You didn't even suspect anything since monsters wouldn't attack as you weren't as powerful as some other demigods. So she took that as an opportunity to keep you safe next to her. But the time comes for everyone and one day, after a big fight with her, you sneaked out, walking all the way to camp. And it wasn't a nice little promenade at all with monsters attacking you left and right every single step.

You only reconciled after the whole thing about your dad getting transformed into a teenage boy. Now you were on pretty good terms again, but her protectiveness hasn't ceased that much.

"I want to. I really do but... She'll definitely ban me from going to see you." You look down. "If she even finds out that in those months I've been in another universe and not at camp she'll probably get into a coma." You scoffed.

"Yeah, but you're an adult now. You are way capable to make your own decisions." Kate sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I know. But the past months we became so close, more close than we've ever been and I don't want to ruin that again." Your eyes are fixed on your lap. You stop the urge to take your fingers to your mouth and bite your nails. Kate sees you getting anxious and she places her hand that wasn't around you over your hands. She speaks with a calm and smooth voice. "Hey, get those bad thoughts out of your head. In the first place, you didn't ruin anything. And secondly, I'm okay with you taking your time. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to." She kisses your temple and then presses your forehead against it.

You lean into her touch and exhale deeply. Then you turn your head, your eyes fix on her collarbone, the sun necklace you gave her is shining on her toned skin. You had a matching one, but with a little moon charm instead of the sun ("That way, it's like we will never be apart." Kate said when she gave it to you.). Then your gaze travels along Kate's features until you meet two oceans rumbling in front of you. "I really love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, baby." She pauses and her sweet smile turns into a cheeky grin. "So no head?"

You chuckle and shake your head. "Can't risk having my whole family hearing your pretty sounds." You peck her nose, making her scrunch it in an absolutely adorable way. "Those are only for me I'm afraid. I can propose some cuddling with a little make out session if you'd like." You suggest.

"Okay. That's fair." She nods in agreement. "Let's get started then, we have so little time and I have to tell you so many things." She climbs on top of you and gently pushes you down the bed. You giggle and your lips press together.

You stayed up all night. Talking about random stuff, taking breaks to make out, and chat again trying to maintain your voices and giggles as quiet as possible.

And it's in these moments where you understand that whatever happens, you won't ever let go of eachother. Because despite the distance you need eachother. The sun and the moon will always need eachother.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x you #fluff #marvel #hawkeye tv show #demigods #lucky the pizza dog #demigod reader #young avengers

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sable-dream · 8 months ago

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Five Tips, Tricks and Hacks For Cold Weather Therians!

It's summer (in the northern hemisphere) and I'm missing my snowy Ural mountains habitat - so I've decided to put together a list of stuff that I've been using to cope! :D

#1 Fake Snow

You can buy this pretty much everywhere online - but I've actually been using a DIY recipe! It's just baking soda + shaving foam but it gives you a nice crumbly texture and is even cool to the touch! :D This YouTube Video includes a couple of recipes that include common household ingredients!

#2 Cold Baths + Showers

These are self explanatory! As well as being refreshing, they also give you an excuse to nest in fluffy blankets afterwards - which helps if you long for your fur (even in the heat). These can be paired with bath bombs - I've done pine before to invoke forest-y feelings! DIY Bath Bomb recipe

#3 Frozen Foods

Obviously ice cream is a go-to here, but snow cones, popsicles, and ice cream sandwiches are all excellent! Ice cubes by themselves are also great in a pinch, and frozen fruit is another cheap option (stick it in the freezer overnight and boom homemade frozen snack!). 5 Minute Ice Cream Recipe Video

#4 Paint (Or Draw) A Cold Landscape

This really helps if you want to get into a more 'chill' (lol) headspace. I prefer to paint traditionally but digital art is also great! Two Bob Ross tutorials if you'd like them: Snow Fall ❆ Grey Winter

#5 Watch Videos, Movies, Or Documentaries With Cold/Snow Landscapes

If it's hot outside sometimes all you want to do is lie there and watch videos shot in places with subzero temperatures. You can find these on literally any streaming platform, and here's some youtube links for free documentaries: Frozen Worlds | Our Planet ❆ Mountains | Hostile Planet ❆ Animal Winter Wonderland | BBC Earth ❆ Canada's White Wolves | Real Wild ❆ (And a bonus Winter Ambiance)

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midnight1nk · 2 months ago

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EPISODE CONCEPT #7

What if... SMG4 takes a vacation?

[more below cut]

For context... c'mon, can't a guy catch a break? :) Time for a vacation! Also available on Wattpad - [link]

Let's hope Four doesn't waste all the bajillion dollars I just gave him. Am I right, @bowlolol? (yep it's part 2 of concept #5 - link)

"No regrets."

Four zips up his suitcase with an exhausted yet satisfied “hmph”. He sat the case up to its wheel, facing the Crew.

SMG4: “You guys have always been telling me to take a break from editing, especially because of WOTFI and Marty months ago. It’s about time. Besides, I just finished editing the video I’ve worked on for the past week.” [*pulls out his phone and presses publish*] “And…there, I should be good for the whole vacation. I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a 10-hour complication of Kermit clips!” Mario, on his knees: “SMG4, please take Mario with you!” SMG4: “Sorry, Mario, but the giveaway only had one ticket to give out. It was such a good deal too!” [*points over the pile of empty Rizz soda cans in the corner*] “Totally worth it.”

While Mario was pleading Four sneak him in his suitcase, shaking him, Meggy was on the phone.

Meggy: “Thanks again, Auri, for being SMG4’s guide. Just make sure he doesn’t lose his suitcase like I did.” Auri, giggles: “Of course, anything for you, partner! I’ll be sure to meet him at the port. Guy with the blue “S” cap, right?” [*Meggy nods*] “Alright. But I hope his ship gets here before the storm does, heard it was going to be really rough.” Meggy: “Yeah, SMG4 can get a bit seasick. Well, we’re just about to drop him off by the docks. I’ll talk to you soon, Auri!”

After Auri says goodbye, they hang up and Meggy turns to see Mario being dragged around by his grip on Four’s ankle.

Meggy: “Ready to go?” SMG4: [*thumbs up*] “You bet!”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

The Crew waved Four farewell as he did the same as he was on board the ship heading towards Port Aurora. Once the ship was out of sight, they all went back to what they were doing, content with the fact that Four wouldn’t be in front of the screen all day. Well, everyone except Mario, who was staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom out of boredom.

Don’t get him wrong, Mario is happy for Four. Ever since the ‘perfect’ incident, each of them were secretly weary of Four spending too much time editing a video. Not that they could stop him completely, he’s a YouTube content creator after all. So, they would occasionally go up to him and ask him for something or straight up to take a break. Mario remembered he did it one time, when he asked Four for milk. Sure, it wasn’t the most solid plan but it was at least something that distracted him for a bit. What other plan was there anyway?

Ask him for a cup of sugar? Pfft. That’s pretty lame excuse, even for Mario.

Mario groaned, getting off from his bed. Four finally takes a break but without him around, the poor plumber was left alone, bored. There wasn’t really anyone to go along with his funny shenanigans. So, he tried it with his other friends.

Luigi ended up having to clean up the mess he did at the flow shop. Melony was busy working on her second book. He got bored listening to Boopkin’s stories. Three was also busy, running the cafe and streaming. Saiko was in band practice with Kaizo.

Then, there was Meggy. From what he could tell, Meggy was unsure if she could keep her red beanie. Unsure what to do with her life anymore. He couldn’t blame her, after Western Spaghetti and what Mr Puzzles did. It was a lot to take in. It’ll be best to give her some space, away from his silliness.

So, he tried doing stuff on his own, like reacting to some Nintendo memes in the game room. But it didn’t feel the same. Tari was also there, focused on a gaming session with Belle and some other online friends. However, seeing how Mario drooped in his chair, Tari paused her game.

Tari: “Sorry guys but I need to do something real quick. Be right back.” [mutes herself and goes over to Mario] “Hey, Mario? You feeling okay?” Mario: “Mario was just so bored. Wish SMG4 was here.” Tari: “Oh, Mario, it’s only been a couple of hours. He won’t be back until after 3 weeks.” Mario, eyes shot open: “ONLY A COUPLE OF HOURS?” [*shakes Tari by the shoulders*] “Tari, someone is messing with the time gods! It’s the end of the world!” Tari, reassuring: [*grabs his hands*] “You really miss him, huh?” Mario, calms down: “He is Mario’s best friend, we have done a lot of stuff together.” Tari: “Hmm, do you want to hang out with me?” Mario: “Thanks, but it won’t feel the same.”

She takes a moment to think, pointing a finger on her chin, until an idea comes to mind.

Tari: “Why don’t you send SMG4 a video postcard?” [*Mario looks at her curiously*] “I’m sure SMG4 misses us too, so maybe you could send a video of our friends. Around the Showgrounds. You could ask him to do the same in Port Aurora. That way, you guys will still be in contact.”

Mario’s eyes sparkled, jumping with enthusiasm. He shakes Tari’s hand, thanking her, before running out of the game room. With a camera in hand, he goes around recording everything he can and the first person he went to was Luigi, of course. Mario apologized about the mess but he is willing to make it up to him by helping out doing some labor. Luigi was happy at the offer.

While Luigi handled with customers and arranged flower arrangements, Mario was going around doing deliveries. It was the best part, after all, steering the wheel while making airplane noises. Nearly crashing into several cars, y'know the usual. But then he passed by Meggy’s house. Wanting to cheer her up, he asked Meggy to come along.

Meggy: “I don’t know, Red.” Mario: “C’mon, it'll be fun! Certified Mario promise.” Meggy, still unsure: “Well, okay…”

Mario let out a “yippee” and dragged her to the delivery truck. As Mario drove, Meggy was reading off the list for him since he’s not a fan of reading.

Meggy, stopping at a particular address: “Wait, ‘Wright’? As in, Phoenix Wright?” Mario: “Oh, yeah. That was the lawyer guy you’re a fan of, right?” Meggy, excited: “Can we go see him?”

Mario was surprised by her sudden change of attitude but he smiled, gladly changing the route for her. Stopping at a tall office building, Meggy and Mario went in and searched for Phoenix Wright’s office. At the reception desk, they saw the man himself, talking to two younger lawyers in red and yellow. The secretary, seeing the duo, called out to Phoenix.

???: “Ooh, looks like someone got a nice bouquet!”

Phoenix, seeing the familiar faces by the desk, excused himself from his co-workers before greeting the M&M duo.

Phoenix: “Hello Mario, Meggy! It’s been a while. Do you guys need more legal help?” Mario, holding out the bouquet of red roses: “No, Mario's just here to help Luigi out.”

Phoenix grabs it from his hands and examines the card attached. From reading it, he grew a fond smile on his face.

Phoenix: “Thanks for the delivery.” Meggy: “Um, actually, I could use some advice. Between friends, if that’s okay.” Phoenix: [tilts head, then nods] “Sure, why don’t we take a walk?” [turns to the secretary, handing the flowers to her] “Truce…” Trucy: “Don’t worry, I’ll let them know. Just be back before we need to meet for lunch.” Phoenix, chuckles: “Oh, yeah.” [*impersonating with a mid-Atlantic accent*] “Wright, I reserved this days ago and you’re here drenched in rainwater. This is what happens when you’re late.” [*back to normal*] “Alright then, take the wheel. We all know how Apollo was last time.” ???: “HEY! That wasn’t even my fault!”

Phoenix and Trucy shake their heads. He guides Mario and Meggy out, and to a nearby park. Mario had some packages to deliver nearby so he left the other two to walk alone.

Phoenix: “So, what’s in your mind?” Meggy: [shrugs] “It’s just…” [sighs] “A lot has happened.”

Meggy goes on to explain what happened after the Nintendo lawsuit. The ‘It’s Gotta Be Perfect’ incident, Western Spaghetti. Mr Puzzles, Leggy. With the Crew, every day is another adventure but it’s starting to take a toll on her sometimes.

Meggy: “Everything I am was because of One-Shot Wren. Splatfest, Desti. I idolized him so much that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I get where he was coming from, I do. But he hurt my friends, me. It’s like I lived through a lie, my entire life. I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Phoenix, nods understandingly: “I see. Y’know, you remind me of a friend. He, too, idolized someone, put them on a pedestal. I think it was because he knew what he lost, and he wished he could have it back. Like you, he pursued the same career his idol had, following every guideline to a 'T'. When he discovered his idol was nothing but a cruel man, he felt lost. What else can you do when you are just a pawn in someone else’s game?” [*pulls out a locket from his pocket, clicking it open*] “So, he went to rediscover himself. What it means to be a prosecutor, was what he told me. He found that answer, pursuing the truth. He taught me a lot of things, and I guess I did the same for him.”

Phoenix hands the locket to Meggy, to finally see what was in that locket. It was a small family portrait: Phoenix, another man around the same age, one girl with a raven black ponytail, and another girl that Meggy recognized as the secretary she just met. What caught her eye was the gold rings both men wore.

Meggy: “Wait, you’re married?” [*hands the locket back*] Phoenix: [*laughs*] “Not a lot of people suspect the infamous Turnabout Terror being married to the city’s Chief Prosecutor. Yes, before we got into law, we were childhood friends.” Meggy: “Ah, well congrats! You seem to have a nice family.” Phoenix, hums: “I do. And don’t think we don’t have our hardships. The point is, Meggy, it’s not too late to rediscover who you are. If you want to continue with Splatfest, do it. If you want to continue doing law, do it. But do it for yourself, not to prove something to anyone. Like I said, the truth can help you a lot when you want to find it.” Meggy: [*nods in gratitude*] “Thanks, I really needed this.”

Mario comes back to get Meggy, both saying goodbye to the lawyer. Meggy soon learned about the postcard idea Tari proposed and wanted to help Mario out, thinking it was a great idea. After the deliveries, they went along filming postcards for everyone.

Luigi and Shroomy preparing a giant flower float of an incoming parade. Melony and Swag presenting the publishing gathering of her newest book. Boopkins having a friendly hangout with Hatsune Miku, talking about anime. Tari and her friends in a gaming tournament. Bob trying, and faliing to get rich at a nearby casino. Saiko and Kaizo performing in a live audience.

After gathering all of the film, Mario went to go edit them in Four’s room. Four, being a content creator and all, would surely have the best editing software. Pulling the app up, Mario noticed Four left a project open, labeled “video3_draftdraft(unfinished)”.

Mario, skimming through the video: “Huh, a 10-hour compilation of Kermit clips…” [*shrugs*] “Ah, classic SMG4, he forgot to save and close out.”

Mario went ahead and save it, dragging the file to the ‘Complete’ folder Four had. The outlier, the rest of the files in that folder were either labeled “final” or “(ready)”.

Mario: “All done.” [*does a thumbs-up*] “Now, time to do the postcard.”

Editing the videos into a single one, Meggy came to check in on how he was doing. Overall, it looks awesome. Except for one thing…

SMG3, annoyed: “What do you want?” [*points at Mario*] And what’s with the giant camera?” Mario, with a comedically large camera: “We’re gonna send SMG4 a video postcard!” Meggy: “It’s almost complete, we just need something from you.” SMG3, changing to amused: “Well then, I’ll gladly make a clip all about me!” Meggy: “SMG3, be serious. This isn’t time for you to gloat, you can do that any other time. It’s more than a postcard, it’s to show that we care about SMG4 as his friends.” SMG3, mixed expression of bashfulness and denial: “Friends?” [*looks away, crossing his arms*] “Uh, no. No, we aren’t friends.”

Both Meggy and Mario shared a suspicious brow. Yeah, sure.

Mario: “So, can we film?” SMG3: “No.” Mario and Meggy, surprised: “What? Why?” SMG3: “Because I said so.”

Knowing Three, perhaps too well, Meggy knows he’s hiding something.

Meggy: “Well, if you want to, you can just film it yourself and send us the clip. We’ll leave you be, c’mon Red.”

Three watched as M&M duo walked back to the Castle before being back in the cafe. Nearby Eggdog barked, warning him that it was almost time for his stream.

SMG3: “You’re right, thanks Eggdog.” [*pats Eggdog on the head*] “Pfft, sending a sappy video to SMG4. As if!”

He went ahead to stream Mario Party for tonight, the usual routine. After thanking the chat for the subs and donations, he logged off and pulled out his notebook to write about the day. Just as he turned to a blank page, his finger stopped at a particular page and he stopped to see what it was. It was the drawing he drew at the end of WOTFI 2023, of him and SMG4 sharing a coffee together. Three’s face softens.

It’s such a phenomenon, isn’t it?

Rivals, friends, none of it matters when it comes to Four and Three. They would always cross each other’s paths, bounded by a cosmic link. And yet, the roles they play were already set in stone the moment they landed in the Mushroom Kingdom. Good and bad, light and dark.

Two sides of the same coin.

It was always one pressing the other, to keep on their toes. Three supposed that was the thrill of it all, his life ever more exciting. He always wondered if Four felt the same way. If he suspected that it was the case, then it would be even more proof that they can keep up each other’s pace. Three knows Four, and Four in return. It’s what essentially saved Four from the ‘perfect’ incident.

Other than Four, no one else could truly understand. Even with Four, there are secrets Three hoped they would never see the light of day. It was the role he was chosen part, and the show must go on. If he revealed all of himself to the rest of the world, surely people wouldn’t be happy about it. Hell, people already despised him for not being threatening anymore. How far was he truly going to go for them? For Four?

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he supposed he could do a clip.

Indeed, take after take, he tried to make a video he was satisfied with. But no matter what he did, his words weren’t right. His silence wasn’t right. Naturally, he was frustrated at that fact but he pushed himself to give one last take.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Looking over their shoulders, Three’s eyes chased after the mouse cursor. He already sent the video to Meggy, trusting her more than Mario. Three already knew Mario would tease him for what he essentially said to Four. Regardless, he kept an eye on the M&M duo editing the video, occasionally warning them to not look at his clip. To not even think of listening to it.

After saving the video, Meggy exported the final video to Mario’s phone.

Meggy: “And, I think we’re done!” [*shares a high-five with Mario*] SMG3: “You better delete my clip from your messages, Squid.” Meggy: [*rolls eyes*] “Don’t worry, I got it.” [*shows her phone screen as proof*] Mario: “Yippee! Mario can’t wait to see Four’s reaction!”

When Mario send the video to Four, a warning pops up on the screen. “No signal.” Mario shoves the phone to Meggy.

Mario: “Meggy?” Meggy, looks over: “Hmm, that’s strange. There should be signal in the island, let me call Auri.”

It took a couple of rings but Auri finally responded.

Auri, concerned: “Meggy! I’m so sorry.” Meggy, shocked but quickly reassured: “Auri, calm down. What happened?” Auri: “I promised I would find your friend. But when the ship arrived, I was running late and he wasn’t at the port when I got there. I tried looking everywhere, but I’ve lost him.” Meggy: “Hey, it’ll be alright. Maybe he went off on his own.” SMG3: “I’ll call the hotel.”

Three pulled out his phone and dialed the number Four gave to them.

Receptionist: “Hello, this is Hotel Aurora. How can we help you?” SMG3: “Hey. Listen, we’re looking for a friend who booked a room in your hotel. His name’s SMG4.”

A pause, the muffled sound of the keyboard typing in the background.

Receptionist: “Sorry, sir, but we don’t have anyone under the name SMG4.” Mario: “What are you talking about? He was the winner of that giveaway the Rizz soda company had.” Receptionist: “What giveaway? We hadn’t received anything from any company about that.”

Meggy, Mario, and Three all looked at each other, their eyes widened at the implications. Where in the world is Four?

The Showgrounds went into complete chaos. The Crew tried contracting Four with no response. They contacted the cruise that took Four over sea and according to their logs, Four never got off that ship. Meggy asked Auri for a team to search the island.

Waiting was agony. But what else could they do?

Mario apparently did, suggesting to use the tracker on Four’s phone. It worked last time when Mr Puzzles planned with Puzzlevision. After contacting the phone company and requesting Four’s last location, they couldn’t believe what they heard next.

Four’s phone was in the Mushroom Kingdom. As if he never left.

The Crew immediately contacted everyone they knew to create a search party. Bowser, Shroomy, the military, FM & X, Wario, Waluigi, the Anti-cast, all of the Mario recolors. All of the volunteers as well as the Crew gathered outside the SMG4 Castle while Meggy stood on a stage with a megaphone.

Meggy: “Alright, everyone. SMG4 could be here in the Mushroom Kingdom but the tracker couldn’t pinpoint where it is! We need to split up to cover more ground. If anyone finds him, contact us and tell us where he is.” [*scans over everyone’s worried faces, taking a breath*] “Just be careful out there. We’ll get SMG4 home.”

The crowd scattered, each going their own way, but Meggy pulled Mario aside.

Meggy: “Red, I know it might be impossible but there’s a place I want to check out.“ [*hold up her Splattershott*] “Want to be my backup?”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

BOOM

Meggy and Mario busted in through the office door, a trail of unconscious patients on the floor behind them. Ugh, the Meme Rehab. They didn’t exactly had a choice but it was better to be safe than sorry. They glared at the man who’s now cowering in the corner of the room. Meggy goes over and picks him up by the collar.

Meggy: “Alright, Mr. Niceguy, where’s SMG4?” Mr. Niceguy, confused: “SMG4? But I haven’t—” [*Meggy slaps him*] Meggy: “Don’t play dumb! Tell us where you’re hiding him!” Mr. Niceguy: [*screams*] “I swear I don’t know where he is! I swear it on my mother’s ashes, please don’t hurt me!” Mario: “Uh, Meggy.” [*points at all the containers filled with other patients' lobes*] “Mario thinks he’s telling the truth. No SMG4 lobe here.” Mr. Niceguy: “The red guy is right, I would’ve done another lobotomy on him if he came back. I swear that he didn’t, though.” Meggy: [*sighs, letting the doctor go*] “Great, another dead end. I’ll let the rest know then.” [*send a text to the search party group chat*] Mr Niceguy, mutters: “He was such a great patient. Well, if he wasn’t so weird.”

Mario and Meggy shared a confused look, then to the doctor.

Meggy: “What do you mean by weird?”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Hearing a ding from his back pocket, Three saw Meggy’s message of Four not being in the Meme Rehab. As much as it seemed uplifting, It only made Three’s concerning suspicions grow larger. Walking down the path, he spotted something familiar. He ran and picked it up, it was Four’s phone. Turning it on, he saw the dozens of abandoned calls and messages, dating all the way back to the day SMG4 supposedly left for that vacation.

Looking ahead, he saw a figure on the horizon, a dot of blue, and his blood ran cold. He begged each and every star, hoping Four wouldn’t be back here. But he was. Three sent a quick text to the group, telling them that he found him and where, before he ran towards that dreaded place.

Four was standing by the edge of the Pit of the old Castle ruins, looking down at the demonic gateway.

Once Three managed to get closer, he slowed down his pace to a halt, afraid that one wrong move would scare Four into falling in.

SMG3: “SMG4?”

Four doesn't say a word but he slightly tilts his head, listening.

SMG3, confused and frustrated: “What, you’re not gonna say anything? Where the hell have you been? Everyone has been going around like headless chickens, they thought you got kidnapped! I thought…” [*stops himself before genuine worry rises within*] “What are you doing here?”

A beat. A rumble of thunder coming overhead.

SMG4, unusually calm: “You guys shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions. I’m fine, SMG3. I actually had a great time during my break. It helped me with a lot of things.”

Three approaches him slowly. There was another ding from his phone but he shut it off. Light rain started to drizzle.

SMG3: “C’mon, let’s just get out of here.” SMG4: “I’ve been thinking back at all the stuff I did. What I’ve chosen.” [*shakes head*] “No matter what I do, everything goes wrong.” SMG3, arm stretched out: “Four…”

Once Three’s hand was hovering over Four’s shoulder, Four gripped his arm. Within a blink, Three was flung into the air and slammed, the impact causing the ground to crack. Three groaned, thinking that Four might’ve broke his back, until Four picked him up by the throat. Three’s hands immediately tried to pry himself free but Four’s grip was firm. With enough strength, Three looked at Four and he felt his heart sink.

Four’s eyes, they were pink.

A familiar goo enveloped his eyes, the pink plunging into the dark void. His expression was blank, before it suddenly formed new eyes. Jagged and irregular, glowing white. It wasn’t Four anymore. He wasn’t even human. One eye was shaped like a triangle and the other was circular. After a blink, a wicked grin crept on Four’s face.

SMG4, voice growing an echo: "I should've saved the USB over you. It would've made things a lot better, wouldn't you agree?” SMG3, choking: “Four… don’t…” SMG4, snapped: [*eyes cycled to different ones*] “You have no idea how many hours, weeks, I sacrificed for that perfect video! And then, you had the audacity to say we’re friends, you just wanted to save your own skin.” [*back to the initial set*] “But that’s about to change, and everything will be perfect.” [*holds out Three over the edge*] “Goodbye, SMG3.”

The unnatural strength gathered in his arm, Four tossed Three into the pit, and with that, time seemed to slow down. From the corner of his eye, Three could see the satisfaction beaming off of this man. It isn’t Four.

But it was too late. There was nothing Three could do other than to meet his demise.

Suddenly, a force grabbed him by the side, and was pulled out of the way to solid ground with a thump. Three placed a hand over his head and sat up, to discover that the force was Mario. The red plumber looked exasperated, more of worry than anything else.

SMG4: “What?”

There was a flinch in his eye, as if it was sensing something from behind. Then, when time slowed once more, he dodged the paintball that raced towards him, missed by a hair. The paint, along the goo covering him, were gone. Four spun around, a trail of pink light from his eyes shimmered like a comet, until he landed into a defensive stance. He moved like a glitch. As the trail faded away, he growled at his newfound threat.

The terrified Crew ran over the hill, Meggy leading them with her Splattershott.

Meggy: “SMG3, get away from that thing!” [*takes another shot*]

Effortlessly, Four manages to dodge that shot as well. He glared at Three, a silent promise that he’ll be back, before escaping. A clash of thunder strikes the ground and the Crew lost sight of him. As Mario helped Three up, the Crew finally reached to them.

Mario: “SMG3, did SMG4 look different to you?” SMG3: “Yeah, his eyes were pink. The goo.” [*shakes his head, starting to get frustrated and lost*] “Can someone tell me what’s going on?! Why the fuck does SMG4 have that goo from incident?”

The Crew looked at each other, unsure what to say to Three. What can they say? Meggy, mustering up the strength, took a step forward.

Meggy: “There’s something you should know.”

Recalling everything from the interrogation in the Meme Rehab, the surgeon explained that during the lobotomy, he discovered something unnatural in Four’s body. It looked like goo. When he tried poking at it, the goo grew eyes and screeched. He felt like his ears were about to bleed so he quickly finished stitching Four’s head up. His curiosity, however, got the better of him.

Taking a sample of Four’s blood, he examined it under a microscope and observed tiny black specks plaguing the red blood cells before consuming them. Becoming one.

Meggy: “It never left. That goo has been taking over SMG4 this whole time, reacting to his emotions. He said that, at the rate that it was going, there won’t be anything left of him.” SMG3, still confused: “Wha…what are you saying?” [*she hesitates*] “Meggy.” [*she refuses to look at him and he grabs her by the arms*] “What are you saying?”

Meggy takes a breath, her mind trying to find a way how to put it delicately for Three. But in every way she sliced it, it just wouldn’t be fair for this man. She had to tell him, the way it has to be.

Meggy: “SMG4… is dead.”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

He wanted this to end. Begged for it. He wanted someone to shake him by the shoulders, to wake him up. From his nightmare, from this sick joke. This level of cruelty, he wanted it to stop.

This was no nightmare.

It has been a week since the Crew last saw “SMG4”. It was best for it to stay that way, but they knew that thing would stop at nothing to take its vengeance. While the rest of the Crew was preparing the Castle for a grand meeting with the search party volunteers, Meggy was on the other SMGs. Other than the Crew, they were on an expedition and the first to receive the news. Currently rushing back to the Mushroom Kingdom from essentially dropping everything immediately.

SMG1: “This storm is affecting us a lot more than what we were expecting. But, we promise you that we are on our way. Just stay put.” Meggy: “Okay then, bye.” [*she hangs up, her hands holding her head*]

Tari, noticing Meggy’s distress, walks over and brings her into a side hug.

Boopkins: “Well, what now?” Meggy: “Once SMG1 and 2 are here, they can handle it.” Bob: “And do what? Use their meme powers to scare the goo away?” Saiko: “Bob!” Bob: [*pointing at Meggy*] “You said it yourself, that goo basically went full ‘Venom’ and took over SMG4! If he is dead, it’s going to find a new host.” Boopkins: “Bob, you’re not suggesting…” Bob: “Oh, I’m very much suggesting.” [*pulls out bazooka*] “It’s time to obliterate that son of a bitch.” Meggy: “He’s right.” Everyone else, besides Bob: “What?” Meggy: “Now that I thought about it, SMG4 hasn’t been himself ever since the incident. It’s more than just trauma. Sometimes he’s strong out of nowhere, or how he got good aim back at WOTFI. He’s been acting strange this whole time, I just couldn’t see it.” [*the rest start to feel a bit guilty as well*] We managed to save him the first time but…” [*glances at Four’s door*] “It was because Four was still in there.” Melony: “And, what if…” Meggy: “No. He’s really gone. I think, to save everyone, the goo has to go. For good. That’s what he would’ve wanted.”

The room filled with silence, it was almost suffocating. Four’s behavior, the debate was did they see or did they wish not to see? Either way, this was the price and they agreed that death would give mercy to Four’s soul from the pain and suffering he had to endure.

Without anyone noticing, Mario slipped into Four’s room, he needed to talk to him. The room was dark except for some sunlight peeking through the closed curtains. Just like outside, it was silent here. Other than Mario was Three, curled up in Four’s bed, refusing to face the door. His hair was in a loose and greasy mess, and he wore a light gray hoodie. It was one of Four’s.

Mario walked over to him, passing by plates of food pilling up on Four’s desk. Untouched. He sat on the edge opposite where Three laid, who was unfazed by the mattress shifting by the weight.

Mario: “…SMG4 isn’t dead.” [*a beat*] “Mario doesn’t know how, he just does. SMG3, you’re his partner. You guys are cosmically linked. You must’ve felt it if it broke, right?”

SMG3 stayed silent in response. Mario took a breath, steadying himself on what he was about to say.

Mario: “They’re planning to go after him and…” [*his voice starts to quiver*] “They can’t kill him! I can’t! I didn’t ask to kill my best friend, SMG3. I… don’t think I can.”

Silent, once again. Mario lets out a sigh and stands up.

Mario: “Mario just doesn’t want to lose another friend.”

He leaves Three alone in the room, the soft click of the door closing behind him.

What Mario couldn’t see were the silent tears that rolled down Three’s face. The news of SMG4’s death. The world completely changed, like someone pulled a rug from under his feet.

And nothing was the same again.

The minute they returned to the Castle, Three had beelined to Four’s room. Perhaps because he was still in denial, he tidied the room up. Four was never exactly an organized person anyway. Three made his bed, dusted his shelves, threw out the food takeout bags. He held on to that hope, that Four was gonna come in at any second and be normal again. That everything will be fine again.

That he’ll be back.

Even when tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, he refused and refused and refused goddamnit. He’d known Four for years, he had been his long-time rival for meme’s sake. Four was stubborn, resilient. The sight of his determination shined brilliantly in Three's eyes, it blinded him as a rival but admired it as a friend. So, why? Why was this the thing that stopped Four?

Those thoughts spiraled in his mind as he folded up one of Four’s hoodies. From its touch, Three remembered when his partner wore it, that tender smile on his face. It was always reserved for Three. One memory was all it took for Three to terms with this undeniable fact, breaking into an uncontrollable sob and burying himself in the hoodie. Back then, when he had control over the YouTube Remote, he asked to replace SMG4.

This was what he asked for. And there he was, a complete mess.

After that, as the rest of the world was, he went numb. His friends came and go to check up on him. Food, condolences. They begged to say something, anything.

He didn't.

Sitting himself up, he looked down at what he clenched in his fist. It was a small USB that appeared identical to the pod Four landed in the Mushroom Kingdom with. Blue and white, fashioned in a bracelet. Ever since their pods flew away, these USB keys were left behind. During the confrontation at the Pit, Three somehow yanked it off from Four’s wrist.

Being isolation, it gave him time to think and one question remained, where did this goo even come from, before the ‘perfect’ incident? That keyboard, it must be a lead. It doesn’t matter how many precautions he had to prevent something like this from happening, he needed to find answers. He already failed Four once, this was the only way he could make it up to him.

With what Mario just told him, he was running out of time.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

“Hey, Gary. I know this is out of the blue, but I need a favor.”

In the depths of the Dark Web, a light passes through the underground labyrinth. Three, a flashlight in one hand, fidgeted with the drawstring of Four’s hoodie. No one must know where the realm’s Archives are, much less that he was one of the Meme Guardians who had access to it.

“Is this about your cafe of yours?”

At last, he reached to a stone-bricked door, moss creeping through the cracks, and his hood was pulled off to allow himself to be scanned. With a confirming beep, the door rolled itself open and a computer covered in dust awaited for him inside. He swiped some of it off with a sleeve to find a small rectangular keyhole.

“No, not this time. I need you for a mission, you’re the only one in the Dark Web I can trust.”

Taking it off around his neck, Three held his black and indigo USB key, strung as a pendant. He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. The room suddenly awakens in light, rows of digital manilla folders circled at the ready.

After Three pressed a couple of buttons and scanned his photo, the database became a hurricane, narrowing down from millions. Only a few dozen closely matched the input he put in. He picked up each and every folder, his eyes skimming past unnecessary details until it came to one.

A folder, dated back years ago, long before he was a Guardian, perhaps held a start…

CLIENT NAME — Winston [REDACTED]

AGE — [REDACTED]

PRODUCT — Failed Lab Subject #18

He read through the shopkeeper's notes, how a man asked for a transmutation device that is compatible and adapts to biological matter. “The new evolution” was what he said. The buyer claimed that was a personal experiment on plants, Three highly doubts that it was.

From one file to another, Three chased a lead of this "subject #18" into a spiraling rabbit hole. A laboratory, unsanctioned experimentation. A weapon. All to lead to one name:

Project Horus

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Everyone in the Castle stood around the table, a sense of mourning settling in. Who knew it would have to come to this?

Tari: “How did the goo even get to SMG4? I thought it went down with Peach’s Castle.” Luigi: “Someone must’ve brought it back, maybe the keyboard wasn’t needed.” Saiko: “Well, SMG1 and 2 better be here soon and fix this mess. Forget the kingdom, the whole world will be in danger.” Swag: “As if they were there the first time.” [*pulls out a grenade*] “I’d say let’s blow that goo to smithereens.

Then, they all started to jump in with their own suggestions, shouting over each other that their idea was better. Bowser offered his airship, Steve his buckets of lava, the military their tanks. Bob with his (illegally-obtained) weapons, Saiko her hammer.

But when the question came of who was going to the one to finish Four, they beat around the bush.

Mario looked at all of them in disbelief, a pit forming in his stomach. It just couldn’t be real. His best friend, one he known for years, was gone. And here they were, debating how to kill the shell that was once Four. Meggy could feel his pain and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Meggy: “Red, I’m…”

The doors of the Castle burst open, distracting everyone from their argument.

Everyone, surprised: “SMG3?”

Indeed it was. Three, abandoning the hoodie and loose hair, marched in with a fresh new look. He wore a purple belt holding his black overalls, and his iconic gloves inverted in color. On one arm, he wore a red and white checkered band while the other had a simple stubbed black band. Gary was close behind him with a cart full of weaponry.

SMG3: “None of those are gonna work. That goo mutated from too many experiments that it's practically invincible.” [*walked to the table, leaning on its surface with his knuckles*] Bob: “How would you know that?” SMG3: “The goo was created by a secret government experiment to explore and survive in the Great Beyond. Or am I wrong, Chris?”

They all turn to Chris, then back to Three. Bewildered but it was clear that they demanded an explanation.

Swag: “Hold up, you can’t just accuse Chris of anything! Besides, there’s no…” [*he looks at Chris, who looked tense*] “Chris?” SMG3, to Swag: “I’m not accusing Chris of anything, don’t worry. He might’ve known about the experiment but he didn’t do any of the lab testing himself.” Chris, sighing in defeat: “It’s true. I remember when the whole base was in total chaos when the subject managed to break out of its containment chamber. Project Horus.” SMG3: “After that, it got captured and experimented on twice. A lab in the Dark Web, and Mr Puzzles.” [*the Crew freezes with a note of recognition in that name*] “We’re not going to be here all day pointing fingers on who’s going to be the one to kill the goo. I’ll do it.” Meggy: “SMG3, I don’t think…” SMG3: “I was SMG4’s Meme Guardian partner. It’s only fair that I'd be the one to take it down.” [*looks over at Mario, lowering his head apologetically*] Chris: “If the government couldn’t even control it, what makes you think you got a chance at this?” SMG3: “SMG4 was the one who gave it to us.”

Gary tosses him a black and red rifle. The Dark Web lab’s weapon, dubbed “The Ultimate Virus”, has a single “bullet” powerful enough not only to kill any entity, but it erase their existence entirely. This includes erasing any memory of it from everyone who interacted with said entity, in this case, the goo since it’s all that remained.

Why remember the monster that killed Four?

Though, it is useless by itself, without two particular keys. Well, except if you happened to be lucky. Inserting his and Four’s USB in their designated slots on each side, the rifle sparked to life. Its miniature lights glow red, ready to fire in Three’s command.

SMG3: “Whoever wants to join, prepare yourselves because there will be no coming back.”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

There were a few who would know about this place. Passing from the Showgrounds and through the woods, there is a flower field on a nearby cliff, overlooking the sea. It’s quite calm, the only company other than oneself was the sound of the whispering breeze and the waves kissing the rocks below. Right above, there was a spectacle of stars.

Three twirled one of the white lilies between his fingers, his cap laid next to where he sat. As expected like an old friend, the wind blew through his ponytail that was tied with a long white ribbon. A finger delicately trailed on its petals, his face in utter turmoil and loss.

“SMG3, are you sure you’re up to this?”

Four was the one who brought him to this place. Three had a nightmare one time and was brought here to help with his nerves. Ever since then, this has been their secret spot. At least, it used to be theirs. Now, it all belongs to Three.

“My partner is gone, Gary. If I can avenge him by killing Horus, then I won’t regret anything.”

The goo, “Horus” was the name the Dark Web lab gave, was the one who took SMG4 away from him. Three could put the rest of the blame onto Mr Puzzles. Or Winston, whatever his damn name is. Perhaps, in another timeline, he would’ve given Mr Puzzles a chance to redeem himself. Three used to be like him, after all. But to go this far, this has to end. He has to end it.

He had contacted Gary for a favor, to bring in the best of the best of his inventory for his friends to defend with. With the material strong enough to withstand Horus, they’ll be fine. However, there was a doubt, lingering in the back of his mind. One he wasn’t willing to show to the Crew.

SMG3: “SMG4, if you’re still in there somehow, show me a sign. And I won’t shoot, I promise.”

He let the wind take the lily from his hand and watched until it flew far, far away. After putting on his cap that hid his ponytail, he got up and walked back into the Showgrounds. The Crew needed a leader for tomorrow, after all.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

His pink eyes stared above, fascinated by the stars shining ever so brightly. You get tired the same old red tentacles roaming around in this pit. Not that what was left of Peach’s castle helped his boredom either. But the stars, he didn’t know why he was so captivated by them.

Horus supposed this was the consequences of waiting in one place.

Suddenly, he spotted some movement and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what the object was. Though it was impossible, he thought it might’ve been a falling star. It didn’t seem to present any threat. He curiously waited until he was able to catch it. It was a white lily. His eyes flashed blue.

SMG4?: “…Three?”

But he shook his head and dropped the lily, eyes returning to pink. No, he needs to focus on what’s important. The host must live.

[ END OF PART 2 - PART ONE ]

That's right, my dear fellows, this was part 2 of Concept #5 all along [*insert villain laugh here*]

#smg4 #smg34 #smg4 smg3 #👁️#smg4 meggy #smg4 mario #ink episode concepts

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m4sonn · 9 months ago

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✧*̥˚ The outsiders Modern AU Headcanons *̥˚✧

- Credits to @stevelovbot on Tumblr for the inspo for this post! And also credits to my friend @peachyponyboyy who I collaborate with for these!! :3

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Ponyboy

• Is a big fan of the Simpsons and can quote almost any episode word by word.

• Says that The Godfather is his favorite movie ever but it’s actually Mamma Mia. He secretly loves musicals.

• Is the only one with a Tumblr account and he’s pretty active in there.

• Definitely writes fan fiction or character studies in AO3.

•The only person that knows about that and gets to read them is Johnny.

• His pfp always matches Johnny’s in any social media platform.

• When he feels annoyed/pissed by his brothers, he likes signing them up for random ass newsletters and whatnot, making sure they get spammed constantly.

• He loves digital books and owns a Kindle but he feels like nothing compares to real books.

• His bi awakening was watching hunger games with dally and seeing peeta, made things worse when he saw the fnaf movie, he’s just a wh0re for josh hutcherson. (He would’ve made the whistle baby edit /j 😣😣🔥🔥)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Sodapop

• Is the only one who can actually use TikTok and he’s pretty popular. He loves doing trends with the gang, probably forcing them to do the cinnamon challenge. (they agree bc they're all stupid)

• Loves avocados a lot and gets teased for posting pictures of his meals.

• His favorite game is Assassins Creed but isn’t a big fan of the community and fandom around the game. He just wants to play it and have fun.

•Facetimes the rest of the group whenever he wants, specially Ponyboy and Darry.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Darry

•He’s the owner of the only Netflix and/or any other streaming accounts of the group and is the one who pays for it. The rest of the gang add their own profiles and watch everything they want. (Or they share one account, there is no inbetween)

• Likes to keep up with the news and current affairs, so he follows a lot of reporters and activists on Twitter and Facebook. He’s subscribed to lots of newsletters for sure.

• Was the biggest football star of his school and got a scholarship thanks to it. He went to college but had to stop playing football eventually due to a freak accident on the field. However, this didn’t sadden him, since he got his diploma and works in things related to football anyways, he works as a coach for the local youth football team.

• His phone password is Ponyboy and soda’s birthdays mixed together.

• He is a big fan of No Doubt, when he found out that they were performing at Coachella, he absolutely lost it and started saving for a ticket immediately. When he went and saw them in the front row he cried, absolutely WEEPED.

• Constant listener of destiny’s child and connects with survivor on a personal level and he’s not scared to admit, you’ll sometimes hear him singing it while he’s doing stuff around the house while listening to music

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Dally

•Has been blocked by multiple celebrities on Twitter AND instagram, on various occasions.

•Is a very big fan of The Hunger Games and one of his favorite characters is Peeta.

•Makes sure to be the first one to text Johnny on his birthday, even if they’re standing next to each other.

•Loves crime/serial killer podcasts and has good knowledge about these topics.

•Hates going to the dentist. There is a very embarrassing video of him being out of it after getting one of his wisdom teeth removed that Johnny recorded (Dally forced Johnny to take him since he was scared).

•Is always listening to music and doesn’t like sharing his earphones unless it’s Johnny.

•Has practiced a lot of sports during his life and his favorite one so far is boxing.

•Got drunk one New Year’s Eve and confessed that Darry was like the brother he wished he had had, and that his New Years Resolution was to make it up to Darry (He never did, since he had forgotten). and nobody has ever let him live it down.

•Secret fanboy of the neighborhood, one time he thought nobody was home and started singing daddy issues at the top of his lungs, two-bit has it on video and never lets him hear the end of it about it.

• Still enjoys stealing and robbing old ladies and young children and still enjoys annoying random pretty girls on the street (so basically still and ahole)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Johnny

• Wears denim overalls with cute sweaters and loves jackets with lots of pockets.

• Loves spicy food and is the only one in the group who can actually eat it without any problem.

• Has always wanted a puppy or any kind of pet but his situation at home always made it impossible. Because of this, Pony gifted him a goldfish one Christmas and they set the fish tank at the Curtis’ so Johnny could visit it as much as he wanted without risking getting his parents angry.

• He gets really attached to that fish pretty fast and treasures the gesture behind it. Pony and him name is Frost.

• Pony and him use Twitter DM’s just to send memes to each other and store them.

• He has a private Twitter account that only Pony gets to follow.

• Can speak Spanish and French.

•Owns a leather jacket that had been Dally’s a couple of years ago and takes care of it as if it was made of gold.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Two-Bit

• He’s the reason why Darry had to get a Disney+ account.

• Knows all the songs from Frozen I.

• Wanted to have a mouse as a pet (since…mickey mouse, duh.) for a while but Darry refused.

• He doesn’t admit it, but he loves sweet drinks made of fruits and cocktails more than beer.

• His socks never match and they all have at least one hole in them.

• Is the one that gets the most excited about Christmas. He’s not particularly religious but he loves the decorations, and the lights, and the whole mood in general. He’s the one that always makes sure the rest of the boys have presents, even if it’s something small.

• His first time going to disney world he bawled his eyes out, like full on mental breakdown inside the park, Ponyboy and Sodapop saved up all their birthday money, allowance, and paycheck money for about a year and a half to buy the tickets. (they wanted to get a fast pass and like the entire deluxe trip for him, that's why it took so long.) Ponyboy was SO embarrassed from two-bits crying, “You’re 22, Stop. Crying. Over. Mickey.” but still was happy for him.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Steve

• He tells everyone his top artist is Limp Bizkit but it's actually Queen, his top song was good old fashioned lover boy.

• Wakes up early to watch the F1 races and has never missed a season of Top Gear since he was little. His favorite was Hamilton, but ever since he saw that race with verstappen vs hamilton, his opinions have changed…

• He’s the best at playing video games, and he especially likes horror ones like Resident Evil. (absolute wh0re for Leon Kennedy, i am too tho so no shame)

• Sodapop and him are always playing online together and they sometimes let Ponyboy join them. Him and Sodapop gave ponyboy an unplugged controller once and said it was wireless (for the shitz and giggles and to see how long it took for him to notice), he realized half way through the game and told Darry who then yelled at them for 5 minutes.

• Doesn’t like TikTok and is always going about how Vine was just much better. (He’s stuck in 2014..)

• Gets angry when his texts go unanswered in the group chat (they do it on purpose since they know it pisses him off.)

• He listens to cotton eye joe on repeat, change my mind.

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tranxendance · 6 days ago

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Relatively happy with the stream layout now I guess

#could use a little work maybe?#soda streams stuff

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smoshyourheadin · 10 months ago

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 3 - Refreshing

“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”

angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.

“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.

“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”

you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl

“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.

“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”

“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”

you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.

the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.

“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.

“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening

“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.

walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.

what?

you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.

at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen

“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.

“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”

“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.

during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff

afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.

“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.

“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot

“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”

angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.

“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.

over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.

fuck.

friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.

“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly

“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.

you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.

“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow

“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her

“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder

“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.

“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.

“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”

“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.

“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.

“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”

“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in

“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him

“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”

you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.

as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.

“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.

“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.

“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement

he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”

you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture

amanderp 😚

———

you: [picture of you and the giraffe]

you: guess what i named it

amanderp 😚: giraffey?

you: nope, meet amanda ;)

amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆

you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))

you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.

“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.

“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles

“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes

“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”

you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.

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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #shayne topp #courtney miller #arasha lalani #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #ian hecox #smoshyourheadin

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months ago

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I've been dreaming of the Ambitious King.

Long live the King of Beasts, he who shines like the sun.

He stands atop the heap, clutching victory in his righteous grasp.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

"We've come to finals of the interschool Spelldrive tournament!" an announcer blares over the stadium. "It's down to the wire, and this will be the deciding round. With the scores tied, it’s anyone’s game!!"

A crowd chomps at the bit for a winner to emerge from the field. They lean forward in their seats, clutch onto hope, stuff their mouths with soda and popcorn. This is a show, the players, actors, and they, the audience.

Leona allows himself a smirk.

We’ll give’m a real show-stopper then. That crown is as good as mine.

“What should our strategy be this time, sir?” a teammate—a Scarabia student—asks.

They’re huddled shoulder to shoulder, one student contributed from each of the seven dorms. Their allegiances may lie in different places, but they all wear the same black and violet uniform. They are all Night Ravens, united under one banner: his.

“We’ll finish this in a single decisive blow,” Leona replies, snapping his goggles on. “I’ll take the disc and score us that final point. The rest of you, cover me.”

“You heard the boss,” the smallest player says. It’s Epel, tiny but feisty—a contrast to his big blue eyes and lilac waves of hair. “Don’t worry, Leona-senpai! I’ll fer sure keep’m offa yer tail!”

“That’s what I like to hear, kid.” He raises his head and calls, “Clear!”

And with that, the players peel off into their own positions. The other team, uniforms pristine white and hemmed in royal blue, are patiently waiting. Leona pulls up to the center of the field where the referee and the opposing team’s leader await.

When he looks, he falters.

It’s a face that is frighteningly similar to his own.

The same skin color, the same lion ears and tail, the same construction of the features—if not softer and more friendly. His mane is held up in a ponytail, bright red-orange that fades into a golden yellow. He’s younger than he should be, missing the slight creases under his warm brown eyes and the lines that flank his perpetually smiling mouth.

“Falena?”

An icy dread creeps up from his core. The world around him seems to slow and come to a complete stop.

But this can’t be. My brother is 10 years older than me. He’s no longer a student, he’s—

“Leona? Is something wrong?” Falena inquires with a cheeky grin. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to play against family.”

Annoyance flares up.

Brother or not, Leona detests that smile. The smile of a man that has robbed him of everything.

“Dream on,” he snarls back. “I’m overthrowing Royal Sword Academy and you."

The referee lets the disc drop and blows into his whistle. “BEGIN!!”

"Aaand it's started!!" the announcer declares.

His body instinctively kicks into action. He swipes the frisbee, keeping it afloat in a blaze of blood-red magic.

RSA swarm him, magical pens at the ready.

“Protect him…!” he hears Epel shout. “Protect the king!!”

His team charges, each of them trained on their target. NRC and RSA, reflecting the other, copying movements as they bound around on the field, seeking an opening or cutting it off.

Leona blows into enemy territory, furiously racing to the goal post.

"What's this?! It looks like Captain Kingscholar of the NRC team has already devised a plan to secure victory. They're closing off any aid the RSA team can offer to each other!"

The crowd revs up like an engine coming alive, a slumbering city waking. Blood thunders in his ears, louder than his audience.

"Oh no, you don't!"

"Oooh, and here comes the upset! It's Captain Kingscholar of the RSA team, come to interfere with the game plan!"

Leona swerves, and a stream of fire narrowly misses him. "Tsk!"

A flash of red and gold, and there's his brother at his side. "Sorry, Leona. It won't be that easy."

"Knock it off. I don't have time to play games with you!"

He dives, trying to shake Falena off--but he pursues, relentless in the chase. They thread each other in the sky, trading spells.

Explosions of heat and color. Shards of ice whizzing by, columns of water. Windy whips lashing at them. All-consuming light and darkness.

"This is amazing, folks! We are witnessing a brotherly quarrel the likes of which we've never seen before... Look at that dazzling display of flight technique and spellwork!"

Through it all, Falena' laughs.

So carefree, so cheerful. A knife twists in his chest, and the anger spikes again.

"That's enough...! I'm ending this," Leona snarls.

His magic collects in a single sphere. There is no body to it, no true shape--only a contained vortex of gales. They violently churn in an endless cycle, raising a storm in a jar.

He sends it hurtling at Falena, who moves to conjure a barrier--

Too late.

The ball expands, releasing its energy in one deep sigh. The audience is slammed back into their seats, the players blown to the ground or sent crashing into the bounds of the stadium. They're dazed, confused, scrambling to rebalance on their brooms.

The path, he sees, is clear.

Now...!

He lets out a monstrous roar and blitzes for the goal post. The disc sparkles, charging with power for the final blow as he gallops toward his prize.

The announcer hops back on, his voice frantic. "Could this be it?! Can Captain Kingscholar of the NRC team reclaim the throne from his brother?!"

Noise builds around him. RSA players calling out to each other, NRC players changing his name, the crowd cheering.

It's now or never.

Leona spikes the disc with all his might. It clears, the winning shot like a shooting star. Some golden object encapsulated in a blaze of fire.

The adrenaline in his blood sings with triumph. His tired muscles, his heavy breathing, the sweat upon his brow--badges of honor.

The sound intensifies, joined by whistles and shrieks. Feet stomping, hands clapping. People standing and hugging their neighbors. (Leona thinks he sees Crowley among them, sobbing uncontrollably.)

“This is incredible, ladies and gentlemen! You’ve just witnessed history being made today…! Night Raven College has snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, breaking Royal Sword Academy’s 99 year win streak!!"

Leona slowly returns to the ground, dismounting from his broom. He lands beside Falena, who is sprawled on his back and wearing the usual smile.

"Ahahah, looks like you beat me," he says casually.

"... Fool. Get up, you look ridiculous. The acting king of the Sunset Savanna shouldn't be rolling around in the dirt." Leona looks away, but awkwardly offers a hand.

Falena laughs and accepts it, hauling himself up. "That's a funny joke. When did you get a sense of humor?"

He scowled. "I didn't make one."

"Are you still half asleep? And you still beat me?" Falena punches him in the bicep. "That's my talented big bro."

"What... big bro?"

There it is again: something cold and sinister inside of him. The lingering feeling of wrongness.

Suddenly, the adrenaline in him turns toxic, and he feels as though his flesh and bones are burning. Leona seizes Falena by the shoulders and shakes him.

"What the hell is going on... Gaaah!"

A metallic screech fills the stadium. Pain blossoms in his ears, and Leona rushes to guard them, hands dropping away from Falena.

"Oops, sorry! Technical difficulties, folks!" the announcer apologizes. "It looks like even our equipment wants to cheer for Captain Kingscholar of the NRC team, the star player of today! Let's give him a round of applause!!"

They explode with excitement, Clapping and calling out louder than he can think.

"What a judicious young man!"

"He controls such powerful magic with ease...!"

He stands there, shocked, at the rain of adoration. Him, recognized? Respected, saluted, and seen as the wonder he is? Him?

His mind clouds.

What is this,,,?

"Leona-saaaan!!"

He turns, finding his teammates jogging over, Epel at the head. There are members of his own dorm with them--Ruggie, Jack.

"We gotcha now, Leona-san! Thought you could get away without getting your fur ruffled, huh?" Ruggie snickers, then gives Jack a thumbs-up. "Alright, fellas. You know what to do!"

"Hah, the hell is this? I didn't ask for a surprise after working my tail off."

"Sorry, Leona-senpai! Ruggie-senpai's orders!" Jack says very seriously. "This is the only way to give you a proper sendoff for carrying us to victory... You've earned it!"

"1, 2, 3...!"

"Wha...?!"

Leona is seized and hoisted into the air with a collective whoop of excitement. Tossed up, up, up. The stadium lights glaring, sound blasting.

He returns back to his peer's arms, and heaved up again. Down and up, down and up. Each pass makes him more nauseous, blinded and deafened by the dizzying joy.

"Long live the king! Long live the king!!" they chant.

The king... me? Leona fights against it, pushing as hard as he can.

But his body is tired, his mental capacities drained, his emotions worn. The situation, too sweet, too cloying.

I'm... the king... I won. This is my prize.

He closes his eyes and lets himself fall.

This time, for good.

When he opens them again, he swears he sees a dark figure flying high above the stadium. Not on a broom, but floating of his own accord. A pair of horns protrudes him his head, and he glimpses a pair of ghostly white hands clapping.

One additional spectator with glowing green eyes.

"Congratulations, Kingscholar."

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mister-mickey · 11 months ago

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Outsiders (and twttin) crying hcs because I’m terrible and evil

Darry

- he only cries when he has time to. Like, if he’s busy he will push those feelings down until he isn’t

- when he does actually cry, it’s very quiet. He’s just laying in bed letting the tears stream down his face

Soda

- low key a crybaby. Like he cries even when he’s happy

- blubbery, needs someone around. Like he won’t cry when he’s alone because that’s not what he needs

Pony

- he’s 14 he’s def a bit of a crybaby too. He’s more embarrassed about it than soda

- he, like Darry, wants to be alone and cry when he has time, but he, like soda, emotionally needs the company even if he doesn’t want it

Johnny

- canonly rarely cries. If he does, it’s a big deal

- he’s like empty inside if he’s at that point, probably hugging his knees and hiding away. He’s trying to be quiet too

Steve

- somewhat similar to soda in that he will cry at any extreme emotion, not just sadness. However, he has to be at a much further point than soda does

- he wants to be alone when he cries because he’s embarrassed, but often conversations with soda will pull some tears out that he’s been holding in. Sometimes their hangouts end with soda holding him while Steve just cries

Dally

- he doesn’t cry. He’s too tough to cry (lies)

- he does cry, just not often and certainly not when someone else can see. Usually it’s just a few tears and it’s over, and it’s not for any particular reason.

Twobit

- big baby. He can also fake cry if he needs to

- he ain’t ashamed of his tears, but he won’t cry in front of someone he dislikes or in front of someone he wants to be tough around (like someone younger or something) he will cry in front of his mom though because they have a very open relationship. He’s a mommas boy

Tim

- doesn’t cry, according to himself and also curly and Angela. (Also a lie)

- he won’t cry in front of anyone because he refuses to be weak. But like, it still happens. Usually he’s in bed thinking and he makes himself cry because of that (so me)

Angela

- she has no qualms about crying in front of people, especially her brothers. She has used Tim’s shirt as a tissue and then scolded him for getting his shirt dirty

- she’s a loud crier if she’s with someone, but by herself it’s those silent choking tears that genuinely hurt

Curly

- hates crying but doesn’t have the self control to not cry in front of people. He usually cries when he’s in pain or very very annoyed (maybe Tim and Angela keep pestering him) he doesn’t really cry when he’s sad

- you know those studio ghibli tears? Where they’re round and they just keep coming? That’s him

Bryon

- honestly it would take a lot to make him cry, not because he’s tough, but because it isn’t really thing he ever does. Like he generally just sleeps his feelings off

- if he did cry it’s probably sniffly and gross, and he’s wiping it off on his sleeve and stuff

Mark

- also doesn’t really cry, but that’s more because he’s never really given a reason to, at least not as a teenager

- when he was a kid though he would cry sometimes, probably cuddle up to Bryon’s mom. (That bitch) he’d still get over it fast though.

Cathy

- she cries a lot but not really in front of people unless she knows they can make her feel better.

- she will cry around M&M but not her parents, she will cry with bryon but never around mark. She lets the tears roll down her face as she explains what’s wrong

M&M

- I can’t imagine him crying, but if he did it would be with Cathy because he trusts her and she won’t ever judge him for it

- he leans against her and talks with her as he sniffles and wipes his tears away

#the outsiders #tim shepard #curly shepard #darry curtis #angela shepard #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #Cathy Carlson #m&m carlson #bryon douglas #mark jennings #that was then this is now

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mara-xx217 · 11 months ago

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A Grave Misunderstanding- The Unknown/Reader (Dead by Daylight Commission)

This was commissioned by @hexheathen! Hope you enjoy~

All the legends of that terrible place warned you of the consequences of peering into the unknown. Persistence and curiosity will end up getting you killed if you aren't careful...

Warnings: Toxic/Abusive Relationship, General Horror/Suspense, Late Night Shifts, Fear of the Dark, Body Horror, A Series of Terrible Decisions, One-sided Attraction, Obsession, Canon Typical Violence

It was yet another long night for you. Alone, just like you always were… You don’t even know why your boss keeps this shitty theater open for so long. It wasn’t like anyone came here during the weekdays and certainly not after nine at night. There just wasn’t enough business to justify such a thing though… Maybe you should just be grateful that you don’t have to face the public rush every single day like the rest of your coworkers.

You’re at least away from that jerk that you call a boyfriend…

You had stopped in your nightly closing duties, sitting in the midst of rundown arcade games that only barely function and a carpet that was totally ruined with soda, popcorn and other movie theater sweets that are far too overpriced to be bought or sold. Your shoes stuck to the ground and you rhythmically picked up and dropped one of your feet as you tested just how sticky the ground was.

“Ugh, are you serious?!” Your face wrinkles in disgust as you struggle to pull your tennis shoe off the carpeted floor. This was waaay above your paygrade to clean up… Sighing heavily, you pick yourself up off the bench and trudge your way over to the mop bucket that has stood nearly overflowing with dirty water.

“...I seriously hate this goddamn job…”

You slosh the water around with the mop and sling it against the linoleum floor. Why couldn’t this entire theater be like this? It’s so much easier to clean… You were ruminating on all things that were bad and just plain inconvenient in your life. You hated working alone at night. Your mind wanders too far for your liking and you focus on all the wrong things that shouldn’t really matter to you in the end.

Like the guy that cut you off on your way to work.

Or how your coworker just pushed all their unwanted tasks onto you without consulting you.

Or… Or how your boyfriend stays out for days at a time and never calls or messages you like he once did…

You sniffle softly as you watch brownish-grey water pool around your feet. It wasn’t just that… There was so much that was bothering you. He didn’t look at you like he once did, he didn’t say ‘hello’ or ask ‘how was your day, baby’... He- He just didn’t…

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…? I-I just want to be understood…” Your voice trembled under your breath as you sniffled. Large tears welled in your eyes and streamed down your face. Great, now your makeup is ruined too… You pat your eyes dry with the collar of your uniform and struggle to get ahold of your raging emotions. Why are you even thinking about this stuff at a time like this? It had to be terrible for your already ailing mental health-

“Hey…”

You blink, snorting in the snot that threatens to spill out of your wet nose.

H-Huh…? Did you just-?

“H-Hello?” For a fraction of a second, your heart skipped a beat. Your body immediately sobers from the emotional stress that clouded your perception. Your tears dry and you subconsciously hold your breath, uncertain if you should really be waiting for a response or not.

…but you don’t hear anything else. Or… you at least think you don’t.

“Hello…?”

A chill runs down your spine and you suddenly feel like you were being watched by someone.

Or something…

Everyone knew about the stories. The stories about the Greenville theater, about people disappearing into thin air, disappearing after staying in the theater, alone, disappearing when questioning too many things, disappearing in front of large crowds…

“Hey, you-!”

You never believed in those stories. Disappearing into thin air in front of a crowd…? Yeah. Right… It’s just one of those urban legends that are always spreading around. You didn’t even hear about them until after you had started working at the theater, and, well… It’s not like you’ve seen or heard anything out of the ordinary.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

A nagging feeling was gnawing at the back of your head. Something was making the hairs on your body stand on end. You nervously shove your hands into your pocket, blindly feeling around until you finger the small container of pepper spray that you keep on your person as a ‘just in case’ measure. You weren’t ever sure carrying this around was ever really a good idea, but your boyfriend would always insist that you bring it with you when you were out alone.

Ah, your boyfriend-

You blink and the thought escapes to the back of your mind. You had a need to just… double check… Just to see if there were any dumbasses that tried to stay in after closing. It was something that you were warned about, given the theater’s reputation as an urban legend spot. You swallowed thickly and grabbed the mop what good was it going to do? and made your way towards the bathrooms.

“H-Hey! If there’s anyone here, you need to leave! I will call the cops if you don’t!” Your voice echoed in the empty bathroom. There was only the sound of water dripping from one of the faucets. You stepped up to one of the stalls and sucked in a deep breath. You couldn’t see anyone’s feet underneath the stall, nor anyone in the crack in the door.

“H-HEY-!!!”

THUD-!

You slammed the door open and…

Nothing.

There was nothing in there. Nothing in any of the stalls. You started to chuckle to yourself, nervous and on edge. Maybe working all these late shifts was taking a greater toll on you than you originally thought… Maybe you should switch to the daytime-

“Come here-”

You nearly jump out of your skin. For a fraction of a second, you couldn’t feel your own heart beating. The air was trapped in your lungs and your legs refused to work. You were trapped in a freeze response and could do nothing other than strain your ears over the sound of your entire body rolling and shifting in place. Did… Did you really just-

Against your better judgement, you poked your head out of the women’s restroom. Everything in the opening floor was just as you had left it. Some of the lights were on and the bucket of dirty water was right where it should be. You crane your head to the side, eyes straining in the darkness that lead towards the actual theater rooms. No… No, there’s no way in fucking hell that you’re going down there… This was a sensation that you had nearly forgotten about in your day-to-day adult life. The fear of what could be lurking in the dark… Whatever it was, it had to be someone pulling the shittiest prank in all of existence. Once you get your hands on them-

You… You think it came from the men’s room. You nudge the door and, of course, it’s open. Why didn’t you lock them before you started?! You should have just backed away and called the cops. So what if it was a false alarm? This is fucking terrifying! You push the door open with the handle of your mop and your eyes scan the harshly lit bathroom.

There’s…

Step-by-step, you edge your way inside. You shouldn’t be doing this… This is stupid… This is how dumbasses get killed in slasher movies-

“I-If… If there’s anyone in here, you b-better come out now! O-Otherwise I’m- I’m gonna k-kick your ass!” You tap your mop against the tiled wall.

“W-With a mop!”

…as you strained your ears, you heard something.

“URK-!”

There was shuffling in one of the stalls. You lowered your stance and strained your eyes for any movement- anything- but couldn’t see a thing. You thought you heard the sound of something… popping? Or maybe crunching, like a wrapper or some pop-rocks in a person’s mouth. Maybe it was chips…? Your mind was running wild and the more it got away from you, the more grotesque the possibilities became. Maybe it was bones breaking… or joints being popped out of place… Or… O-Or…

“Is… I-Is it…?”

Fucking

GOD-

Your heart nearly fell out of your ass. In spite of your body ceasing to function properly, you heard that voice in crystal clear quality. It was soft and light as air, as if the person speaking was frail and hoarse as though they were sickly. You couldn’t gauge much else about them, since it was so quiet and just… short. You couldn't hear any breathing, no wheezing and no… anything, really. The ambient noise in the bathroom was nearly silent, the hum of the fluorescent lights muted and the sound of your own breathing seemingly vanishing just as the voice did. Into thin air.

In… Into thin air-

“H-He- …hello…?” For some reason, you were drawn to a particular stall. You… You don’t know why you just… stepped up to it, pressing your ear against the cold, metal door. It slightly moved against your weight, showing that it was in fact not locked. You… didn’t push any further. There was a presence on the other side. Someone was there and the annoyance that you felt suddenly shifted into something different.

“Are… you… o-okay…?” What if… What if they needed help? What if they were sick o-or-?

Your heart seized in your chest as you heard that same terrible noise that you heard moments before. Somehow, you just knew they were leaning towards the door too. This was confirmed when the door was pushed back towards you, catching on the locking mechanism that was on the other side.

…….

“...don’t leave me behind…”

You had never run so fast in your entire life. You don’t think you had ever screamed so loudly, either. By the time cops showed up, you had screamed yourself into silence. Even though you had told them- told them!- that there was someone that sounded fucked up in the men’s restroom they just-

Sighed.

And rolled their eyes.

They didn’t bother trying to hide that they didn’t believe you. ‘Really, this shit again?’ was asked directly to your face. W-What…? Did they think it was some kind of prank?! That… That you were just making it up for attention?! They proved to you that there was no one in the bathroom but it didn’t make you feel any better. The cops didn’t check the rest of the theater. They just… left you there, telling you that misuse of emergency services was a crime that you could be charged for the next time that you called them like that. Like ‘that’?! Like what?! You were enraged when you got home and couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how exhausted you felt. When you told your boyfriend about this, he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Well, what did you expect? God, you’re such a drama queen!”

You instantly burst into tears.

What… the hell was even happening anymore…?

You had a few days off from work but you didn’t recover from what happened to you at all. That night kept repeating over and over again in your head when you were awake and in your dreams when you were asleep. You couldn’t talk about this with anyone. Somehow word had gotten out about you calling the cops while working the closing shift and everyone was probably calling you a coward or that you were just an attention whore…

It’s what your boyfriend thought of you so why not everyone else?

The voice that spoke to you continuously repeated in your head. Who… was that? Was it really your imagination? No… it was real. You had no proof, of course, but it was just so… so…

‘...don’t leave me behind…’

It twisted your stomach into knots. That voice was so desperate… The more you thought about it, the less scared you became. Huh… You were a little surprised. In the dark of your room, thinking about the most terrifying moment of your life started to make you feel more concerned than terrified. That voice was so quiet… so… desperate. If… something wanted to hurt you, it would have, right? You frowned. The longer you began to question things, the more you wondered if it really happened at all. It’s such a well known urban legend spot where people have gone missing. Why didn’t you disappear too?

As one of the two people that closed the theater down for the night, you had one of the three keys to enter the building. For some reason, your boss trusted you with it, even though it was a place that people liked to break into for the thrill of it. You had never done something like this before and never thought that you ever would, especially given that you had been utterly terrified only a few nights before. You were due back to work the very next day anyway but you didn’t think that you could wait to confirm your suspicions any longer. This might be the stupidest thing that you’ve ever attempted but so what?

It's not like anyone really gives a damn about what happens to you…

The theater was pitch black and eerily quiet when you approached it from the back. It was already well past closing time so it was no surprise that your coworker had already cleared out for the night but still… It was a little scary…

You sucked in a deep breath as you put the key for the employee entrance into its lock. You were a little surprised that it opened, secretly hoping that it wouldn’t have opened for whatever reason. Why wouldn't it work? You know that key works for that door… You were already losing your nerve and you hadn’t even set foot into the vacant building. Shaking your head, you suck in a deep breath and open the door.

….

Fuck, it’s dark in there… You already regret not bringing a proper flashlight. At least you have your phone… The light from your phone’s flashlight wasn’t great but it was a hell of a lot better than blindly feeling around in the dark.

“O-Okay… I-I’m coming in…”

Who were you even talking to? You still weren’t totally convinced that what you heard the other day was even real. If- IF- there was someone or something waiting for you in there then it only felt right to announce your presence when you were practically breaking into the building. W-Well… was it ‘breaking in’ if you had a key…?

You strained your ears as you timidly stepped inside the break room. Everything was just as it should have been inside. You… don’t know why you expected it to be any different but it wasn’t so… that’s good right?

R-Right?

“O-Oh shit-!” You jumped as you accidently scooted one of the break room chairs against the floor. You fumbled and tried to push it back, nearly knocking it over in the process. You stumbled out of the break room and towards the main lobby of the theater, the linoleum floor still a little wet from being mopped early and thus a little slippery under foot.

Goddamn-! U-Uhh…” You shined your light at your feet and stumbled towards the concession counter, resting your forearm on it as you held your breath for a moment. The silence was unnerving, almost unnatural, just like the dark was. The light from your phone seemed to just halt a mere few inches from your foot. It was so dark that you probably couldn’t see your hand even if it was resting on your nose… Shit, this isn’t right… Why the hell did you come here to this place-?!

“Is someone there?”

You nearly lost control of your bladder and fainted at the same time. Oh my GOD there really is someone here…!

“H-Hello…?” You pressed your back flat against the counter as you waited. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard a familiar popping sound, one that you had heard the last night that you had worked at the theater.

“Is… Is it you-?”

God, that voice was so… so strange but you couldn’t put your finger on why that was. It sounded like there was no breath behind the words that were being spoken. As if that made any sense at all… You swallowed the rising lump in your throat and you exhaled softly.

“I-It’s me… It’s-” You gave the voice your name. The silence was deafening on your ears. Shit… what if it wasn’t looking for you? W-What if-

“....you came back….”

It was spoken directly into your ear, as though whoever was speaking was looming directly over your shoulder. A scream was caught in your throat and you sank to the floor, utterly terrified. You waited for something terrible to happen, to be killed or… or something. When nothing happened, you released the breath you were holding and struggled to slow your rapidly beating heart.

Ba-dum

“...are you going to hurt me…?”

Ba-dum

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear the ghost of your own voice being spoken back at you. The air around you is still and you hear the sound of something creaking and straining underneath a great weight.

“W-Wha-?”

“…I-I just want to be understood…”

That… made you choke up a little. What… What was this…? You were told that the urban legend here was a monster, something that would spirit people away and steal their voices but…

God, this is really getting to you…

You couldn’t answer the voice, your throat squeezing shut as you heard the heartbreak in your own voice being parroted back. Parroted? M-Maybe… Maybe it was something more than that…

You don’t know for how long you sat there on the floor, not moving, not speaking… The presence behind you, leaning against the counter didn’t leave even after you fell utterly silent. You just… didn’t know what to say. What was there to even say? Maybe, if it wanted something else out of you, it would have just taken it. Maybe, like other urban legends, you didn’t do something right and it couldn’t take anything from you yet. Whatever the case, you just sat there and waited. And waited… And waited some more.

But nothing happened.

Even after you turned your phone’s flashlight off, nothing happened. The presence didn’t leave and it didn’t say or do anything else. It wasn’t until it was getting close to the opening shift to arrive at the theater did you finally move, and when you did, the presence behind you totally vanished into thin air.

H-Huh…

You didn’t tell anyone what you experienced that night. You never brought it up with anyone that you went back and re-experienced something supernatural in that place. Perhaps you were just losing your mind… Perhaps there really was something freaking about that theater that no one wanted to talk about. Whatever it was, you thought that it would probably be a secret that you would have taken to your grave. You got back home and couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened there. Maybe you should have ran far, far away but how could you when it was just getting interesting? And after all…

You couldn’t remember the last time that another being was so kind to you…

The next time that you went to work, you were still on edge but not nearly as scared as you were the last night that you were there. Like last time, you announced your arrival and got to work cleaning the theater, starting from the back and working your way up towards the front. As the night went on and you didn’t hear anyone calling out for you, you began to become disappointed. Did… Did you upset them in some way? You were genuinely becoming sad, shoulders drooping and sighing heavily as you mopped despondently.

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” You absentmindedly slapped your mop against the wet ground. You just wanted someone to talk to, even if they were just a figment of your imagination.

“Shh, it’s alright.”

Your ears perk up at the sound of a frail voice speaking out to you from behind the concession counter. There was a kitchen that was bathed in darkness and you hesitated as you took a few steps in its direction.

“H-Hello? Is… Is it you, strange voice?” Was that rude? It might have been rude… You cringed and was about to apologize when they spoke out once again.

“Come here…”

You couldn’t stop a violent shiver from wracking your spine. There was something about that voice that was totally unnatural but you no longer felt the fear that you once felt. You were in the pitch-black with this being for the better part of a night and nothing bad had happened to you… You stopped just shy of the kitchen’s threshold and you prepared yourself for the being to speak again.

….

“Hello-”

It made your heart seize in your chest. How could something be so soft spoken yet so chilling at the same time? After your initial fear passed, you exhaled deeply and you forced a smile to your face. It wasn’t like you were lying by doing this… You’re just a little on edge, that’s all…

“H-Hey! You’re still here!” You were happy that they were still here, waiting for you. The presence in the darkness was still there, staring at you keenly. It laid heavily on your shoulders but instead of feeling objective terror you felt at ease.

Though there was still something lingering that made your skin crawl.

You didn’t know what you wanted to say to the being. At first, you didn’t talk about much, just about who you were, what you were doing there, wondering aloud if you were intruding on the being’s home… You didn’t get much of a response out of them, only a few phrases that it seemed to use to communicate with you.

“Yes, that’s right-”

“No, no-”

“What is it?”

Not all of the voices were the same but they weren’t at all different. It’s like the being was parroting after all, only there seemed to be genuine intelligence behind the responses it chooses to say to you. You weren’t able to learn much about them, given their limited vocabulary, but the most important thing that you learned was that they seemed to linger in the dark places of the movie theater, calling out to you whenever you moved too far away for them to be heard well. After the first few days of speaking to them regularly, you began to turn a few more lights off as you worked, giving the presence more than enough roaming area to stay close to you so you both could talk.

“It’s just that… You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know?” You were idly rolling the powered off vacuum cleaner around the arcade area, procrastinating the work you had left. The area was almost too dark for your liking but your paranoia was muted by the presence that hung over you heavily. You could feel it pressing against you with enough force that your shoulders began to sag from the weight.

“...”

They said nothing but your ears began to ring. You heard no breathing, only the sound of something shifting and popping in the darkness. You swallow thickly as your skin begins to crawl.

“...him- …him- …him-”

W-What? ‘Him’? Him who-? Oh.

“Do you… mean my boyfriend?” Silence answered you but it was filled with anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, trying to judge their intentions but quickly nodded as you grew annoyed with the thought of him.

“Yeah… ‘Him’... What about him? He’s a freaking asshole!” You huffed as you left the vacuum where it was standing, going to sit down on a nearby bench. The presence strained against the confines of the darkness, eager to hear more.

“I can’t believe he left me here!”

Your throat grew tight. Y-Yeah, actually…

“He… didn’t believe me when I told him about you… He made fun of me for being scared that first day…” You chuckled nervously as you tested the ground’s stickiness with the soles of your shoes. It’s unpleasant on your ears, almost as much as the being’s voice as it echoed voices laced with betrayal.

“Why did he leave me?”

“He made a promise-”

Tears throbbed behind your eyes. You sniffled and rubbed your nose on the back of your jacket sleeve as you remembered the look of pure annoyance on your boyfriend’s face as you told him about what was a terrifying encounter that you had while you were alone at work in the middle of the night.

He really doesn’t care about you, does he?

“I… I think he wouldn’t care if I just disappeared one night… “ Your voice trembled slightly as you struggled to swallow down your emotions.

“Do you… really make people disappear? Maybe… Maybe if I disappeared one day, then everyone would be better off…” You laughed bitterly, instantly feeling a bolt of fear running through your body. There was tension in the air and after a moment of silence, the being spoke out of the darkness.

“....don’t leave me here…”

It made you choke up a little bit… You shook your head and tried to smile, ultimately failing as tears streamed down your face.

“S-Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

You had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be needed by another person. You really should leave that jerk… You don’t deserve to be upset every single day of your life for no damn reason…

“He should- G-Go away!”

You were surprised by the forcefulness of the being’s words. It sounded like something was squirming in the darkness, squirming in anticipation.

“W-Well… Yeah… I-I guess so… But-” You thought about it a little bit. You thought about all the times that he was mean to you, that he yelled at you or ‘forgot’ important things or when he ignored you for days at a time…

“Y-You know what-? Yeah. I do wish he’d just leave!” You scoffed, feeling less and less sad the more you thought about it.

“Maybe I should leave him before he tries to dump me! I don’t even think that loser can find anyone that will put up with his bullshit…” You stood up and wiped your face again. You were still feeling down but you were already a lot better than you were before.

“Thanks for that. I think I needed to get that off my chest…” You waited for a reply but didn’t receive one. Odd… The presence wasn’t nearly as strong as it was before. In fact… it was practically gone. Huh…

Their sudden departure made you sadder than you were willing to admit. Were they gone for good? You hoped not… You were going to miss them if they somehow disappeared… The rest of your shift you worked, dejected and upset. The only thing of note that happened was your phone going off in your pocket.

BZZT!

You nearly missed it, since you always had it on silent mode. You were lost in thought and your body was a little stiff from constantly moving so you didn’t realize you were getting a call until after you missed it. You furrowed your brows and frowned.

Who would be calling you at this time of night?

Your brows raised up to your hairline as you scrolled through the dozens of phone calls that you had received in the past half hour. Over and over again, the same number called you, sometimes hanging up and calling you again before the call went to your voicemail. You had an additional eight voicemails, all of which were from the very same person that was calling you repeatedly.

Your boyfriend…

With trembling fingers, you clicked on one of the voicemails, hearing your boyfriend’s annoyed but clearly terrified voice on the other end of the line as he yelled at you for being a ‘pathetic, childish bitch’ for playing such a ‘stupid fucking prank’ on him. What… What was he talking about? You didn’t do anything! Heart pounding out of your chest, you called him back, not bothering to listen to his other voicemails. Maybe if you did, it would have saved you… Maybe, but-

You didn’t receive an answer. No matter how many times you called, he never answered you back. Your entire body was trembling as the possibilities ran rampant through your head.

Was he pranking you?

Maybe someone was pranking him…

W-What if he’s been hurt?

W-What… W-W-What if- i-if-

Maybe if you called the police this time, it would have made the difference. But they didn’t help you last time. They scolded you for calling them. If there’s a problem, you might need to solve it yourself…

You need to face your problems instead of just running away or relying on others to help you…

The home that you shared with your longtime boyfriend was dark. Unsurprising, since even when you left work early, it was still past twelve a.m.. You aren’t sure what you were looking for. His car? There. The door? Closed and locked. The windows? Also all seemed closed and locked…

Unlocking and stepping into your own house felt foreign and alien… It’s like you have never been inside of this place before, in spite of the fact that you have lived here for some years. You strained your ears for a moment, holding your breath as you simply-

-listened.

…

You couldn’t hear anything whatsoever. It was just like most nights that you come home, only even more hostile, if such a thing were possible. You left the front door open as you gathered the courage to speak out.

“H-Hello?”

Silence. Were you losing your mind? Maybe he was asleep, as he always was, and would storm out of the bedroom, pissed off that you woke him up yet again. You don’t think you would have minded that much… Anything was better than this terrible silence.

“H-Hey, are you up there?”

…again, nothing. You swallowed thickly as you debated on what to do. Maybe you should just call the cops… You have more than enough reason to do so, right? As you pulled your phone out, you heard your boyfriend calling you from upstairs.

“H-Hey-!”

The way he called your name made you cringe. As much as your vital organs seized violently, a wave of relief washed over you. So he was okay then?!

“H-Hey! S-Sorry for waking you up! I was just so worried about you-! Why did you call me so much?!” You waited for a reply as you began to take your shoes off. Silence. Is he fucking serious right now?! Giving you the silent treatment when he’s the one that called you nonstop?!

“-i-it’s not funny! Knock it off!”

You furrowed your brows.

“W-What? What are you-?” You walked towards the stairs.

“-come here! Now!”

Again with that tone… You were getting annoyed the longer this went on.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude?! What the hell did I do to deserve this right now?! Huh?! Hey! I’m fucking talking to you!” Your patience has eroded beyond what you were capable of dealing with. You angrily stomped up the stairs, faltering as you nearly reached the top.

“...p-please-”

Your boyfriend was whimpering your name. Instantly the rage that you felt dissolved into something much more terrifying. Panic began to spread throughout your body and you fished out your phone and began to dial the police.

“H-Hey?! Hey?! Are y-you okay?! Hey-?!” You called his name and began to back down the stairs. Fear made you tremble but hearing him calling out to you again, only much weaker this time, spurred you into action.

“S-SHIT-!!! HANG ON-!” You tripped over your own feet as you rushed up the stairs. He didn’t sound like he was playing around! He actually s-sounded hurt or- or-!

As you ran down the top floor hallway, you yelped as you slipped in something wet and sticky that coated the floor. You had to flounder around as you desperately tried to regain your balance, your hand slapping against the wall as you struggled to reground yourself.

“W-What-?! W-WHAT?!”

A metallic smell hits your nose with enough intensity to make you gag. The little surge of confidence that pushed you forward suddenly died in your throat as you freezed in place. Fear had gripped your limbs coldly and you couldn’t move no matter how much you needed to. Your breath was squeezed out of your tightening throat and you felt pure terror as you heard your boyfriend call out to you again. Or what sounded like him, anyway…

“P-Please- C-Come! PLEASE! …don’t leave me here…”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as the door to your bedroom slowly pushes open. You heard a hauntingly familiar popping and cracking noise, like pop rocks in someone’s mouth or someone’s bones being popped out of joint or broken all together. Bile burns the back of your throat as something your eyes couldn't fully comprehend clumsily stumbled out of the bedroom. Something hard slammed into the door and a glint of something wet and sharp shined in the dim light of your home. You blink your eyes repeatedly, tears falling down your face as you wonder if this was really happening. It’s just a bad dream, right? It has to be a bad dream!

I-It’s only a- a bad- a b-bad-

“You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know-?”

The second that you finally saw it in all of its terribleness, you opened your mouth to scream.

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