[Completed] [Highest rank: #1 in ticcimask] Toby is always happy, at least on the outside. Masky always pushes everyone away, too scared to let anyone in. Toby have never seen Maskys face and know almost nothing about him, least of all why he hates him so much. After messing up on several missions and countless times being told how worthless he is, the happy facade starts to fade. What's the point of pretending to be happy when no one cares anyway? Will (at least it will when I've rewritten it) contain DETAILED descriptions of Killing, Selfharm, Starving, Suicidal thoughts etc. So trigger warning I guess? •No insta-love (seriously, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to avoid that) •Will be spoilers for Ticci Toby, MarbleHornets and like every other pasta I have in here (I know that MarbleHornets isn't a creepypasta btw so you don't need to tell me that) •I'll changes Toby and Maskys ages to 18 and 22 •It's a Ticcimask story so it'll be boyxboy •I'll pretend that Hoodie never died •No cheesecake, some waffles tho just cus I wanna cx •Might be some other ship in the background If you don't like it, then don't read it, it's simple. (Omg, you have no idea how many times I accidentally pressed cmd and Q instead of alt Q when I wrote the • and every time it closed down Chrome and I had to re-write this xD) Hope you enjoy! =D *It's still unfinished and unedited, I read through every part a couple of times before I post but might miss something, please tell me if you see anything incorrect*

***This story is told completely through Toby's POV*** My life has stopped... I was supposed to keep training. I was supposed to keep developing the skills that it took to be the slenderman's proxy. I was supposed to be there for Sally when she couldn't sleep. I was supposed to be between Jeff and Ben while they tried to show me a movie I could never sit still long enough for. I was supposed to be standing in front of Masky while he yelled at me about my carelessness. I was supposed to be there to receive Hoodie's reassuring smile. I was supposed to be with them... but I'm not. Something horrible happened to me...

A collection of Boyf Riends one-shots There might be slow updates... Plus I'm not that good at descriptions.

A collection of short stories I have written about the Boyf Riends that I wanted to share! A mix of fluff and angst in these, as well as various AUs! I hope you enjoy my crappy writings! [Disclaimer: I am very, very new to using Wattpad so please bear with me! Thank you!]

Two years after Christine and Jeremy got together. Christine went across the country to her dream college, while Michael and Jeremy went to Kean University together. Michael and Jeremy were dormmates. Slowly but surely, Jeremy and Christine realized that a long distance relationship wasn't working in their favour. Christine decided it was best to break up, and Jeremy has been a mess ever since. (Artwork by ccastor on Instagram)

Trans Jeremy Michael and Jeremy have been dating for a while now. Jeremy wants to come out soon and he hopes that Michael will accept him Artwork not mine.... Uhhh its gay? There is children? More gay?

Percy is a tool. I'm not being rude. He is literally a tool. Used and broken by the gods, then thrown away, to places where nothing thrives but the darkness. Annabeth is dead. So are the rest of the Seven. So, naturally, Percy assumes that he can get some time off. Get his mind out of the dark places that have been haunting him since the war with Gaea. But no, he can't. When he arrives at his mother's apartment to find both her and Paul laying dead on the floor, all valuables gone, something inside Percy breaks. It just snaps, and the next thing Percy knows, a pair of warm arms are trying to wrap themselves around him... ___________________________________________ This is a Percy X Apollo fanfic, taking place after the Heroes of Olympus series. I do NOT own the Percy Jackson series, and warning: There will be mention of suicide, possible graphic scenes, and violence. I will provide another warning before each chapter that has something I feel may be disturbing to some. If you do not pay attention to these, that is your fault. You have been warned. Also, yes, the title is from a Beatles song. Thank you.

Instead of a somewhat happy childhood with his mother, Percy is orphaned and on the streets by the age of ten. Found and taken in by the most unlikely of gods, Percy is raised to be the greatest demigod to ever live. His past has left him bitter towards all but a few. Will he still be ready to accept his destiny? AU of Percy's life. (This is already posted with permission but I wanna post it so I can also put the second and third books on this site.)

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains topics and depictions of -Abuse/Violence -Suicide -Self-harm -Anxiety -Depression -Homophobia -Derogatory Slurs DO NOT READ if any of the topics triggers you in any way! I am here if you need to talk. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. All rights go to Rick Riordan. This is a Mortal AU --------------- Percy tries to pretend everything is great at home. He spends his time at school with his best friend, Grover. He tries to pretend his home life isn't real. Grover, on the other hand knows something is wrong. Approaching about it is a very difficult situation. Somehow, Percy managed to keep Grover as his best, and only friend. But, one day, these two are invited to sit with most popular students in school. A couple people start to notice something seems off about their newest friend. They try to dig deeper. Will they be able to help Percy? ------ A/N: Sorry this is a bad description.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story may not be well written, but it does describe abuse. Please be safe when reading it. Percy Jackson is a 16 year old mortal. His mother was killed by his abusive step-father, which he is now forced to live with. He attends Goode High school. What happens when a certain group of friends get to close to him? I do not own PJO or HoO Edit (1.25.24): This story was started in 2017... I was a child. I am now a legal adult (and then some). This story is not that great, and the grammer is worse. Womp womp. Anyways. Read at your own risk. No, I will not be deleting this. Yes, it's cringy. But, I don't believe in regret so... Eff it. We ball.