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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Hey, there! How are you?

I was hoping I could request a Moondrop x reader x Sundrop short fic?

A fic about a costume competition on the main stage of the Pizzaplex with all of the animatronics and then separately a staff costume competition.

Reader would be the daycare attendant and come in either first or second place for the competition.

After the competition, reader goes back to the daycare for a Halloween-themed sleepover! With Halloween movies and themed snacks and stuff! I think it’d be cute ☺️💕

Hi! I've been good, thank you! Finally getting the spooky halloween fics rolling

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"So you're a STAFF Security Bot? The makeup looks great on you!"

"Really? Thanks. I guess it'd be dumb to ask who you are, huh?" Vanessa looked at your costume up and down with a raised eyebrow. "You look like you're gonna work for the damn travelling circus."

"Well...that's kinda the point." With a smile, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your striped pants, ensuring that your ruffled two-toned collar was neat. The bells on your wrists jingled noisily, but you quickly silenced them.

"Now I don't feel so embarrassed.." The blonde mumbled to herself, her gaze going back to you. "Don't you think you kinda...overdid this? I mean none of us are getting a bonus for putting more effort into our costumes-"

"There's no such thing as "overdoing" Halloween, Ness." You huffed. "I don't care about any bonuses or prizes. We're here to bring some holiday spirit to the Pizzaplex! I think it's good that the manager asked us to participate. They know how to have fun unlike the last one."

"...jeez, you're sounding more like Sun everyday." That was her only remark before she went back to staring at her phone, clearly wanting to get this over with.

Meanwhile, you were bouncing on your heels, being next in-line to show off your costume to the eager audience waiting outside.

For the first time ever, the Mega Pizzaplex finally scraped together the perfect Halloween event to really kick off the season: a costume competition!

It took place on the main stage in the atrium, which was decorated from floor to ceiling. A small fortune was spent on getting holograms to feature the Glamrocks in spooky costumes, but the employees were the main stars of the show.

Since you and the others knew about this months in advance, you had plenty of time to work on your outfit and makeup. You truly wanted to knock this out of the park by dressing up as your all-time favorite character:

The Daycare Attendant!

At first you had a difficult time deciding which one would be your muse. You'd hate to disappoint either of them, so you ended up designing something that contained aspects of both animatronics!

It took a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and glitter glue..but you finally finished it and now you were here, ready to show it off to the world!

There was an entirely separate competition for the animatronics themselves, who just finished an hour ago. They just brainstormed ideas and their handlers got to work creating their costumes.

The rules were all the same, nevertheless, and the winners were determined by whoever was cheered for the most.

Freddy, who was dressed up as Frankenstein's Monster, ended up winning first place (which you saw coming from a mile away)....while poor Roxy, who actually dressed up as Freddy, got second place. She was a sore loser about it and complained that the entire contest was "rigged".

Despite that, all of the animatronics seemed to have lots of fun.

Now it was the humans' turn to shine. You were 100% ready to give it your all, glad to see your coworkers were getting into the Halloween spirit, too....although Vanessa was less-than-thrilled to learn that participation was mandatory.

Regardless, you were happy with the way your costume turned out.

After telling the announcer your name and character, you waited for your queue to run on stage.

The anticipation was killing you!

"And up next we have [y/n], one of our longtime staff members, decked out as our one and only Daycare Attendant!"

With a big smile spreading from ear-to-ear, you headed out and were met with cheering kids and impressed parents. You did a little twirl so they could see all the parts of your costume, making sure the bells jingled loud enough for them to hear.

Among the crowd, you could see the animatronics hanging in the back, being allowed to spectate this contest. Sun himself was there, dressed up as a knight in shiny armor. But he was ecstatic upon seeing that you dressed like him and Moon.

"[Y/N]!!! YOU LOOK AMAZING STARSHINE!!!" He shouted, jumping up and down as he cheered the loudest.

You spotted him and waved back, your smile growing even more when you realized he loved it (even though he could only admire the details from afar for now).

It did take Freddy's and Chica's hands combined to ensure he didn't try to hop the fence and run over to you.

After your mini-performance was done, you headed off the stage before turning to observe Vanessa, who acted like a stiff and bored Security STAFF bot. She just muttered some of their preprogrammed lines before making a swift exit.

The applause for her was..lackluster, but she seemed relieved to finally be done with it.

You, on the other hand, were still relishing in all the attention.

Soon you'll get to see who won! You weren't counting on yourself winning the grand prize since your other coworkers put a good deal of effort into their costumes, too.

But in the end, getting first or second place wasn't your biggest concern.

Having fun is what mattered most.

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"You're awful smug about that trophy. Didn't know you were the competitive type, officer."

"Well..I think for tonight, I can afford to be a little proud of myself." You smirked knowingly at Moon, holding up the golden trophy in your hands.

It wasn't made from real gold, of course. It's all just cheap useless plastic that was painted gold.

But you did, however, adore its design very much: Freddy's head shaped like a pumpkin with a #1 beside it, and your name written on the plaque just below it.

This wasn't any bonus check, gift card, or coupon...but it absolutely made you feel good about winning first place in the costume competition.

You made sure to thank Sun for his help before Moon took over the daycare's night cycle--aka his half of the "Halloween Sleepover", another smaller event the Pizzaplex allowed to keep the little ones occupied.

Fortunately, you got to supervise it to ensure everything ran smoothly. You were even allowed to stay in costume, and that got kids complimenting you left and right (albeit some of the tots mistook you for the Attendant himself, but you didn't mind it).

Of course, nobody was prouder than both Sun and Moon.

"I appreciate you considering me in this design. Very well done, indeed." The lunar animatronic flicked the bell at the end of your blue jester hat, grinning as it jingled. "You have quite the talent...unlike Officer Vanessa."

"I'd go easy on her, Moon. She's just not a big Halloween fan." You chuckled, putting the trophy on the security desk, before you leaned back in the chair and looked over the clipboard. "Anyways, we have just a few more activities scheduled...including one more Halloween movie. Then you'll be giving the kids lessons on how to trick-or-treat safely, and-"

"That's what I need help with!" Moon suddenly jumped onto the desk, perching there as he stared down at you. "I can't keep showing them SpongeBob forever."

"..what's wrong with SpongeBob?" Blinking, your gaze went to the small group of children, who were all in their own costumes, watching the "Scaredy Pants" episode through a projection on the wall.

They were all tucked into sleeping bags, candy wrappers scattered in their laps, and unfinished art crafts on the tables behind them. Moon was a tad bit fidgety over the messes they left, but you kept reassuring him everything will be cleaned up soon.

"Nothing, but...grr...listen." He grumbled, growing annoyed. "I know there's two movies in the drawer to your right, and we only have time for one. Look at them and pick for me."

Nodding, you opened the drawer and found the DVDs he was talking about.

But you were quite surprised.

"The Nightmare Before Christmas and..Corpse Bride?" You stared at the covers, before looking up at Moon. "Management...actually approved these?"

"It would seem so, if they're here."

"...I don't know. The kids might be a bit too young for either of these movies, Moon." You frowned a little. "They might give them nightmares-"

"If they can handle seeing SpongeBob's exposed brain, the creatures of Rock Bottom, and the Hash Slinging Slasher...then surely they can handle seeing Jack Skellington or Emily."

"But the animation is totally different and---" You began protesting, although you stopped as you saw how Moon was just...staring at you blankly. He was practically begging you to make a decision lest he strangled you.

"..I'll take care of the movie and let the kids decide which one they wanna watch. You can go clean the tables and work on your safety lesson plan. Okay?"

His grin returned immediately.

"Wise choice, "Daycare Attendant"." He snickered, flicking the bell on your hat once more before he slinked away to cleanup duty.

Sighing, you got up and stretched, before heading over to the children so they could cast their votes on which movie they wanted to see.

After they made their choice, you went back to helping Moon, although at some point you two ended up watching the movie as well.

The night was still young, but so far it's been fantastic and full of Halloween fun!

What better way to spend it than with your favorite animatronics and dressing up as them?

#fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf vanessa #halloween #platonic #fluff

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amazingmsme · 5 months ago

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Do you think Hades would wreck Poseidon (and or Zeus) for taking out Odysseus’s fleet and causing an influx of new souls to flood (pun intended) the underworld.

ESPECIALLY SINCE IT WAS ALREADY BACKED UP WITH SOULS FROM THE WAR?

Lmao it’s just a funny concept to me and I’d love to see Poseidon get some much needed cruel reckoning from his ABSOLUTELY DONE older brother.

(P.s. never stop bullying him, it’s hilarious.)

So I got a lil carried away with this…

Omg I never even thought about all the strain on the underworld that would cause, poor Hades! That man just might be the most overworked & under appreciated god, no cap. He would be so over it, like he was expecting the war to be a lot worse, but he only had the Trojans to sort through & was kinda relieved thinking it might not be so bad

& then Poseidon just HAS to throw a lil bitch fit & kill 550 men at once & now he has a whole fucking fleet of sopping wet dead soldiers he has to sort through, all thanks to his brother. He’s so shocked & pissed because it came out of nowhere & now his work load all but tripled in the blink of an eye

I can totally see him just kinda chilling on a slow day, maybe he’s gonna go play fetch with Cerberus & then WHAM! He calls up Poseidon like “hey can you come down here real quick? Yeah I just need to show you something. NO it can’t fucking wait, get down here NOW!” & when he gets there Hades just silently points at the whole crew like EXPLAIN BITCH!

& he just fucking laughs & says he taught them all a lesson, & that makes Hades even angrier. “Oh, so you were being petty. You killed 550 men… because you were being petty” & he tries to deny it, but Hades is having none of it. Like “you didn’t even stop & think what this would do to me” & Poseidon is a certified smug bastard so he just smirks & owns up to it like “no, not at all”

That’s the last straw, & Hades is like “oh you think this is fucking funny? Well I’m about to be HILARIOUS!” & he doesn’t give him any time to react before he knocks him to the ground & immediately goes for his worst spots. He knows Poseidon well, & knows that this will teach him a lesson better than any beating ever could. At least there’s some glory in getting the shit beat out of you, but there’s no glory when you’re nothing but a giggling, writhing mess. Poseidon’s screaming out threats & swears between his laughter & Hades couldn’t care less about anything he has to say. He probably wouldn’t even stop until his voice gives out, even if by some miracle Poseidon DOES apologize

& all of this probably happened right in front of the crew because there’s no way Hades would grant him that kinda mercy. You killed them all, so now they get to witness the most embarrassing moment of your life

After it’s all said & done, Hades starts the grueling task of processing their souls into the underworld, & he’s just barely halfway done when the last of the crew shows up fried to a damn crisp & he immediately know Zeus is behind this. & he’s SO done! Like wtf do you mean this happened again?

Just “hey Zeus? Can you come down here, I need to talk to you. Yeah, it’s pretty important, it can’t wait” & as soon as he shows up, Hades is there in his face like “WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS & MASS MURDER?!” & Zeus keeps his cool like “I had to teach them a lesson” “FUNNY that’s exactly what Poseidon said!” & Zeus shrugs like “it was their captain’s choice. They killed one of Helios’ cows, they had to pay the price” & that really sets Hades off, like “you killed all these men over ONE FUCKING COW?!” Poor dude is just soooo done with everything

Zeus is getting fed up at this point like “yeah I killed them, so what? They were all gonna die eventually” & Hades can’t take it anymore & just pounces. Again, goes straight for the worst spots & let’s everyone watch. Unlike Poseidon, he does let him go after he apologizes a few times. The reason Poseidon got it so bad is because he killed SO many at once & clogged the system

Don’t worry, I’ll never stop bullying him, he’s so cute & bitchy, he deserves every second of it!

#asks #anon ask #epic headcanons #poseidon #hades #zeus #epic #epic musical

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eating-plastic · 4 months ago

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Turn That Frown Upside Down: Jester!Maison Talo x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff, comfort, angst, swearing, reader has a shitty (ex) boyfriend and (ex) friend, unhealthy relationship, cheating, they get their comeuppance in the end, so that means brief mentions of blood, injuries, death at the end, Maison becomes obsessed with reader which leads to blossoming yandere-esque tendencies basically, I wanted to imply that reader kinda matches his freak tho, reader is fem because I kinda got bored with keeping it gender neutral, jester AU (you'll see what I mean), probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7874 words

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone (early, late, or on the dot. Depends on when you read this)! So I know this seems really random and out of nowhere but let me explain. Basically I reblogged fanart of Maison dressed up as a jester by @voqalber. I wrote in the tags that I had an idea for a Jester!Maison x reader fic, and they encouraged me to actually write that fic out so here it is! A big thank you to them for giving me the inspiration to write this and also being super sweet! Enjoy everyone 🎃!

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"Come one, come all, for the show of a lifetime! Witness thrills, chills, and laughs unlike ever before! Hurry hurry to the big top now! The show will begin in ten minutes!"

Your head shoots up to the speaker that was hung up near you. You can feel your hand slipping out of the grasp that was holding it as you listen to the announcement. Giddiness fills you as you turn your attention to the two other individuals you were attending the Uncanny Valley Halloween Carnival with.

"Hey guys, maybe we should go!" you chirp and motion towards the large tent in the center of the whole carnival.

"Why? it's probably just gonna be some lame magic act or clown show," scoffed your friend. You could practically hear her rolling her eyes at your childish joy for the main event of the night, though her face didn't convey it.

"Yeah, it sounds like a waste of time. I'd rather go on one of the rides. Seems like those are the only things worth doing around here," said your boyfriend, who didn't try to hide his dislike for your delight.

"Well, I-I don't know. I think it sounds fun...," your face drops and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "I mean...maybe it's a little childish, but what's wrong with that? It might still be fun."

"Well then why don't you go by yourself?" your friend shoots back, sounding rather pushy. "We don't want to go, so why don't you? We'll catch up with you when you're done."

"Oh...um, okay," you mumble and watch as both your friend and boyfriend don't waste any more time abandoning you where you stand.

You let out a disheartened sigh and swallow a thick lump that was forming in your throat. You hate how much you feel like crying right now.

You don't know why you even bothered bringing them or even why you still had them in your life, honestly. Your relationship with your boyfriend felt like it was beyond salvaging at this point, it felt like he merely tolerated you now. Scratch that, it was more like barely tolerated you because of how often he would snap at you when you'd go on about your interests and say straight to your face if they were stupid and immature. Not even you directly tearing up from this would stop him as he would then just yell at you to "grow up." Sure he'd attempt to make it up to you afterward, but that still didn't stop it from hurting like hell though.

You knew you should just leave him, but there was still this foolish little voice in your head that said it would get better. You didn't know why; fear of loneliness perhaps? Like at least being in a relationship was better than being in none at all? Either way, that was why you wanted to invite him to come to the carnival with you, even though you knew he would hate it. It wasn't until you mentioned that you would just go with your friend that he seemed to oddly give in.

Speaking of your friend, you noticed how she seemed to be acting a bit colder towards you as well, or at least she was being less secretive about it. At least she tried to seem polite towards you and your likes despite it becoming more and more obvious that she truly couldn't care less. What good are someone's manners if they aren't genuine, you'd sometimes wonder. And yet, just like your boyfriend, you kept her around. At least she gave you the excuse that she's just been very stressed lately. Whether that was true or not, you didn't know, but hey at least it was something.

All you wanted was to just make them both feel better. To try and have fun with them. To see them laugh and smile after who knows how long. And what better place to do that than at a place that was known for smiles and laughter?

'Whatever,' you thought. 'They'll find something they enjoy. And I already found mine.'

You make your way to the large tent that was beckoning to you, following the small crowd that was also heading to see the show. As you pass through the opening flaps of the entrance, you can feel your breath being taken away as you stare in awe at how spacious the inside is; it honestly felt like it was bigger on the inside. You gaze up at the lights that decorate the roof of the tent, bathing everything in a bright, vibrant glow. You find a seat, making sure you are sitting somewhere that will help you see everything the show has to offer.

After some waiting, the lights dim, and a disembodied voice begins to speak.

"Ladies. Gentlemen. You have all made an excellent choice tonight. Under this big top, you will witness sights unlike ever before. Sights meant to amaze, sights meant to scare, but above all, you will witness sights meant to amuse. It is my greatest honor and privilege to welcome you all...to the greatest. Show. On Earth!"

The lights begin to flash bright colors, almost giving the illusion of orange, green, and purple fireworks, making the crowd roar with wonder and excitement. You yourself can feel your eyes widening as you stare at the beautiful display. At the center of the tent, a spotlight shines on the source of the voice. A tall man stands clad in a red and black jester uniform and a white mask with a little red diamond on the left cheek covers his face, almost making him look like a mannequin from afar. You're honestly impressed that his voice can even come out so loud and clear despite him wearing it.

It's an odd uniform for what you assume to be the ringmaster to wear. Then again, you can see that the other performers in the shadows were also adorned in similar jester costumes. Even some of the booth workers you had seen previously wore the same jovial outfits, albeit without the masks.

'Must just be a part of the attire,' you figure. No matter, you already knew you were going to enjoy the show.

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Every performance was phenomenal to you. The suspenseful acts had you on the edge of your seat, the scary acts would make your heart jolt in the best way, and the funny acts would have you bursting out in laughter unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You were so enthralled by the show that you didn't even notice the pair of eyes that would always drift to you at every chance.

The jesters always scanned the crowds, looking for the right person to lure to their private tents to consume. It could get quite competitive amongst them, often fighting over one person, before one would have to step down and find someone else. No matter what though, the ringmaster always had first pick.

Maison always got a better look of the crowd first. There in the center of the tent, arms spread and gazing out at everyone who had decided to see the show.

Tonight was no different as he panned his eyes from left to right, scanning every person in the audience. Just then, his eyes caught on to someone, but...not on someone he wanted to eat.

The first thing that he thought when he gazed at you from his place on the show floor was one word.

'Beautiful.'

He stared at you in your seat on the top row. Sitting so high up so that you could see everything. It made you look more angelic to him. But what really won the ringmaster over though, was your smile. It shined so bright that even in the dim lights of the crowd, it looked like the spotlight was on you. At least to Maison it was.

As the show continued, his eyes would constantly drift to you, taking in every one of your reactions like a sweet breath of fresh air. After each act, you would always clap with such enthusiasm, indicating your enjoyment. What he loved the most though, was how you would laugh at the funny acts. You wouldn't hide your mouth or try to stifle your laughter like most people. No, you let it out proudly, even grasping your stomach and rocking a bit at something really outrageous. Oh how he wished he could hear it clearly.

You didn't hide your joy, you flaunted it without a care in the world.

And Maison loved it.

After the show wrapped up and he gave his "end of the show" speech, he was antsy to find you again. He knew he'd have to meet with the other jesters to discuss who was going to be their potential meals, and he knew he'd have to say you just so he would ensure none of his fellow performers would lay a hand on you. After that, he didn't care about what the others decided or fought over. He excused himself quickly to look for you.

He needed to see you again. He needed to know your name, he needed to know what else brought you so much joy in your life, he needed to actually hear your laughter, and above all, he needed to know if he would ever see you here at the carnival again.

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When you exit the tent, you don't see your boyfriend or friend waiting for you like you thought. You honestly figured that those two grumps wouldn't find anything they found fun, so they would be stuck just waiting for you and being bored.

You wander around, looking from booth after booth, ride after ride trying to find them. You try not to get too distracted from how fun a game looks or how thrilling an attraction looks. At the time, you would've thought that it would've been better if you had gotten side tracked. Now though, you're happy you discovered what you did. If you didn't, you wouldn't have ended up having such a wonderful night.

As you round a corner to look down a dim alleyway, you spot the two figures you were looking for. Just as you are about to approach them and call their names, you almost trip over your own two feet and let out a soft choke at the sight.

Everything looks like it's happening in slow motion as if your brain still doesn't want to process what's going on right in front of your eyes. Your "friend" practically throwing herself onto your "boyfriend" as they begin to make out like two shameless teenagers at a drive in. Their hands roaming everywhere over and underneath clothes.

Tears sting your eyes as your cheeks heat up in rage and humiliation. Your feet feel like they are glued to the ground despite you wanting so desperately to just turn and run away. To just jump in your car and speed off to your apartment, where you would just hide away for the rest of your life. There is also a tiny voice in your head though, that wants you to run up and kill the both of them with anything you could find in that dingy alley.

Eventually, you finally feel your legs moving, but they choose to go with the former thought you had over the latter. You dart around, looking for the entrance of the carnival so you can get in your car and cry properly, but there are so many people and your tears feel like they're coming down hard now. You ultimately decide to just hide away in a dark corner devoid of all people. You curl up into a ball, hiding your head in your knees as you begin to sob.

Your brain is a melting pot of sorrow and complete hatred. Hatred at both your now ex friend and ex boyfriend for betraying you, hatred at them for never even really liking you in the first place, hatred at them for fucking around behind your back and hurting you. But above all, you feel hatred towards yourself. You hate yourself for being so trusting, and naive, and childish and pathetic, and stupid.

"Stupid stupid stupid," you cry, shaking your head. "Worthless, no good, w-waste of space."

You mutter out every single cruel thing you could think of calling yourself because you really do feel like those things were what you were.

"...Unlovable," you finally choke out as a last nail in the coffin to your self esteem and happiness. If even your own boyfriend and friend didn't love or care about you, then you truly must be unlovable.

"Oh dear, what's this?" a male voice questions.

Your head rockets up and quickly turns to the sound. Through your blurry vision, you can see a tall man standing before you with his face obscured by a white mask. You completely forget that what this man is wearing is simply the attire of the performers at the show you had seen earlier, and instead assume it to be a masked psycho ready to kill you. A dark voice in your head tells you that you would honestly be okay with that after everything that has happened to you.

Seeing the look of fear in your red eyes, the man raises his hands to absentmindedly run his fingers along the porcelain lips of the mask. He then perks up in realization.

"I suppose you would feel more comfortable if I removed this, wouldn't you," he says while motioning to the mask.

You feel yourself being weirdly drawn towards this man's voice; it sounds so smooth and comforting, familiar even, but where did you hear it? Either way, you nod slowly.

"I figured. One moment, please," he says, before raising one hand to hold the front of the mask, while the other moves to the back of his head to undo the straps.

Once his mask is undone, he carefully removes it from his face and attaches it to his belt so it would dangle off of his hip. He then smooths over and adjusts his gray hair.

"There. That's better, right?" he asks, his voice sounding more clear and soft. He kneels down to look at you with warm eyes that hold a hint of empathy in them. Now seeing him better, you realize why his voice sounded so familiar, even without it being loud and grandiose. How could you forget the ringmaster of the show that gave you a moment of happiness before it was destroyed?

You don't know why, but you didn't expect him to look like an older gentleman despite seeing his gray hair, not that you were complaining. He was very handsome, and here he was feeling concerned for you. You even notice the little red diamond painted on his cheek corresponding with the mark on his mask; you find that to be oddly cute. When your brain finally registers that he asked you another question, you once again nod.

He then reaches into one of his sleeves to pull out a red handkerchief and holds it out to you. Tentatively, you take the cloth and wipe your eyes with it, sniffling all the while.

"Tell me, my dear, what has made you so miserable?" he tilts his head to rest his cheek on the palm of his hand. When Maison wanted to find you after the show, he absolutely did not want to find you like this.

'Oh you poor thing,' he thinks. Mere minutes ago you were all smiles and laughter. Now here you sit, sobbing and saying the most horrible things about yourself. It was awful, sounding akin to nails on a chalkboard to the ringmaster. He has to know what upset you, and he has to know how he can fix it.

"W-well mister...um," you begin, waiting for him to give you his name. You feel like you honestly have nothing left to lose, making yourself even more pathetic to a complete stranger.

"Talo. Maison Talo," he answers.

"Well Mr. Talo, I was a complete idiot," you restart, bluntly.

"Idiot? Come now, dear, you're being too hard on yourself," his face drops at the harsh word you are using to describe yourself.

"But it's true. I'm a complete fucking idiot!" you cry. "I came here with two people that I thought loved me, but no! I should've known they never cared about me! I should've known they'd do this to me, I should've left him, and I should've stopped having her as a friend, I-I should've...I sh-should...."

Your voice dissolves into another round of sobbing, causing Maison to carefully pull you into his arms to hold you while you cry. He gently pets your hair while softly cooing to you like a mother would to comfort her child; though he only got bits and pieces of the whole story through your rant, he could understand just what happened. You don't know why you're allowing a stranger to hold you, but you figure that you just don't have anything to lose anymore; you just don't care anymore. Besides, his embrace was warm, his voice was nice, and it felt like everything about him was wrapping around you like a blanket.

Even when your second round of tears ceases, you don't want him to let you go. Luckily, he doesn't. Despite not hearing your sobs anymore, he still holds you close to his chest. Your eyes drift around to look at anything to keep your mind off of the people who hurt you. They eventually settle on a weird pin that you hadn't noticed on Maison's jester costume before: a blue house with a yellow roof.

'How odd,' you think, though you guess jesters are supposed to be a bit strange and random. 'I saw those on the booth workers too. Must just be another part of the weird attire.'

You sigh and finally pull away to slump onto the ground, hand smoothing over some patches of dried grass and orange leaves.

Just then, a pleasant smell catches your attention, making you look around due to how strong it is. Maison seems to smell it too and gets an idea.

"You know, maybe a little treat would cheer you up, hm? Something sweet," he throws out, before standing and holding his hands out for you. "Come on, I know good food tends to cheer me up."

You look from his hands to his face. Staring into those soft eyes of his, this time with a jovial spark mixed in. The combination of his gaze with a small grumble in your stomach tells you that maybe a bit of food is what you need. You give him a weak smile before taking his hands into your own, allowing yourself to be pulled up.

Now that you both are standing, Maison holds his arm out for you to loop it with your own. You look at him oddly for a moment before you decide to do just that.

'Why not?' you think.

You are then led back to the main part of the carnival, though your eyes do dart around to try and spot your ex friend and ex boyfriend in the crowd. What would you do if you saw them? Ignore them? Try to hide again? Actually go up and confront them? No, if you tried to confront them, then you knew you would try to kill them, even if it was in front of everyone.

"Anything piquing your interest, Miss um...oh dear, how rude of me. I never asked you your name," Maison realizes, turning to look down at you.

"Hm? Oh! It's Y/N. Y/N LN," you squeak out, getting too lost in your thoughts for your own good.

"Such a pretty name, it's quite fitting for you," he smiles. His comment and look made your cheeks heat up. "Tell me, Miss. Y/N, what sounds good to you right now?"

"Hm," you think, looking from booth to booth before you just shrug. "I don't know. What do you like?"

The question causes Maison to freeze, but only for a brief moment. His eyes begin to dart around a bit, before settling on the first food booth they landed on.

"Apple pie," he says. Despite how quick he said it, it still sounds genuine, and you don't think anything odd about it. To really sell it though, he adds on. "I've always been fond of that dessert, over others."

"That does sound good," you nod. "I think I want that."

"An excellent choice, my dear, a very excellent choice," he grins and leads you to the titular booth.

Both Maison and the booth worker share a brief interaction of recognition before ordering a nice slice of warm apple pie for you. Before you can even get the chance to pay for your dessert, the tall jester at your side takes the plate and leads you to a picnic table off to the side.

"Huh? Hey, wait! Don't you want me to pay for that?" you stutter out, confused.

"Please, it's my treat. You've had such a rough night, allow me to make it better," Maison says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Why?" you ask, while you both take a seat at the table. "I mean...why do you care?"

"A carnival is no place for sorrow. It is a place where you leave all sadness at the door. If you cry at a place like this, then it truly must've been hurt by something awful. Something that just a simple joke can't fix," he explains, resting his elbows on the table and interlocking his fingers.

"Ah," you begin to think while breaking off a piece of apple pie with a plastic fork. "I see that joy is a big deal to you. Your costume makes sense now."

Maison let out a short, endearing chuckle at that, making a small smile break out on your face.

"Happiness is a very beautiful thing," he begins, a fond grin on his face. "A smile is worth more than the finest of art, and laughter is more melodic than the finest of symphonies. When I gaze up into that crowd during a show, it is the greatest pleasure of mine to see the looks of delight on the audience's faces. And when I saw you in the crowd tonight, it was perfect. Your smile was so bright, and when I watched you laugh it felt like I was admiring a flawless painting. "

If your face wasn't warm before, then it was on fire now. You think back to how you must've looked while watching the show, and a wave of self consciousness washes over you.

"Wow, uh...hehe. Well...I've never heard anyone tell me that before," you laugh nervously. You aren't used to this kind of attention, being doted on like this and getting complimented in such a way. Despite the fluttery sensation it formed in your heart, you can't help but feel suspicious of Maison's intentions thanks to your damaged self esteem after seeing you-know-what. Surely there was no way that this handsome, older gentleman sitting in front of you could actually see you as akin to a work of perfection.

"Really?' he asks, confusion and even a hint of sadness embedded in his voice.

"Ah...well, no," you admit. You just shake your head and wave your hands dismissively. "Oh well, whatever. It really doesn't matter. I really don't wanna think about it, this is all about having fun right?"

Maison opens his mouth to speak, but closes it and changes the direction of the conversation.

"You're right. But just know that what I said is true," he flashes you a reassuring smile before motioning to your pie. "Now, why don't you finish that before it gets cold."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You go back to eating your dessert, savoring the tastes of apples, cinnamon, and brown sugar. It's a pleasant silence until you suddenly perk up when you realize something.

"Hey, I just remembered. I made you laugh. I made a jester laugh. That gives me extra points, right?"

Maison laughs once more, just as endearing as it was previously. He was wrong when he saw you in the crowds previously that night. You weren't just a little delight. No, now that he has had the chance to properly sit down with you, he could see that you were the embodiment of complete sunshine.

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"Really? Huh, I didn't know that was how that trick was done. That's so cool," you say in awe.

"Isn't it? It is amazing the kind of illusions you can create using something so simple," Maison replies.

The two of you had been walking around the carnival, talking about different acts and tricks done during shows, your conversations being broken up by the occasional game.

"Oh! Maison! Can we try that one!" you suddenly pipe up, pointing to another game booth.

"Of course we can," he grins and ushers you up to the booth.

Like with getting your slice of pie, the ringmaster gives a greeting of familiarity to his fellow jester when you two get close enough. The game you had pointed to was a simple game where you would try to knock down stacked milk bottles.

The booth worker sets three baseballs on the counter, but before you could grab one, Maison stops you.

"Wait a moment," he says while taking the balls from you. You cock your head to the side in confusion until you watch in awe as the older gentleman juggles the three baseballs. You almost think he's trying to show off until he successfully stops without having any of the balls hit the ground, and hands them back to you. "A bit of good luck for you."

You take them from him with a cheerful "thank you" before turning your attention to the bottles.

First baseball, two bottles down.

Second baseball, three bottles down.

Only one baseball and one bottle left.

You take a deep breath through your nose as you carefully line up your shot. You squint one of your eyes and your tongue creeps past your lips in concentration. Maison had seen this look of focus on your face during some of the previous games; he found it to be absolutely adorable. You move your arm back and....

The last bottle clatters loudly to the floor!

You stare in shock for a brief moment, before a noise of triumph escapes you.

"Wahoo! I did it! I did it!" you cheer.

"All thanks to my little bit of good luck," Maison jokes, but still proudly applauds your work.

With a polite "here ya go," the booth worker hands you your prize: a cute ghost plushie with a red and black ribbon tied around its neck as a bow. You notice how it reminds you of Maison's jester uniform, and it makes you love it even more.

"Thank you!" you grin at the other jester before turning to walk with Maison some more until you suddenly stop.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you stare at two familiar faces in the crowd ahead. Both your ex friend and ex boyfriend were looking around and calling your name as if they didn't just get done fucking in a dingy alley. The sight shatters the perfect bubble of fun Maison had constructed for you that night, and you squeeze the plushie in your arms for comfort like a child would after having a bad dream.

Maison quickly follows your line of sight and can feel the rage boiling within him at the sight of the two individuals who had broken your spirits. He quickly motions his fellow jester closer to him and mutters something in the booth worker's ear. They pull away and share a nod of understanding before the ringmaster wraps his hands around your shoulders and turns you both around so that you are standing in front of him and out of sight from the two most loathed people in both of your worlds.

"It's okay. Just keep walking," Maison whispers comfortingly into your ear.

After maneuvering deeper into the crowds for a bit, you both come out on the other side of the carnival by a ferris wheel.

"Thank you," you mumble, still holding your ghost plush close to your chest. You let out a disheartened sigh though, when you realize how late it is and that the fun would have to come to an end. "I should start thinking about heading home though. As much as I don't want to...I know I have to go back and gather them to head on out. I am their ride after all. Augh and then I'm gonna have to confront them about what I saw."

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes at the thought. Even though you hated them and would give anything to call them the most abhorrent shit you could come up with, hell you literally had the brief thought about killing them, you are filled to the brim with anxiety about the whole thing and knew you wouldn't be able to do any of those things despite how much you wanted to.

"Hey, it'll be okay, shhh," Maison coos and pulls you into his arms once more, although this time you notice how he seems to be holding you tighter than he did previously.

"Why can't they just go away? W-Why can't they just disappear?" you sob and bury your face into his chest.

"Shh shhh, I know I know," he says while petting your hair like before. He replays your questions in his head though, and has to keep from having a sinister smile spread across his lips at the thought.

''Why can't they just go away? Why can't they just disappear?' Oh, my darling, they will disappear before the night is done,' Maison thinks as he continues to console you.

"Why do you need them to ride back with you?" he asks. You pull away confused, and give him a look that says 'isn't it obvious?'"They betrayed you, hurt you, you want to cut them out of your life entirely, so why give them kindness and courtesy that they don't deserve?"

"I...I can't just do that," you say, but your stutter gives it away that you are considering it.

"Yes, you can. You can, and you will. If you do this, the fun will last just a little while longer. Besides, taking the bus won't kill them," Maison pushes. You mull it over in your head for a bit, before looking back up to him.

"Okay...I'll do it," you decide, nodding your head to confirm it to both him and yourself.

He carefully moves his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, before resting his palm against your cheek. He takes in just how beautiful you look under the bright, colorful lights of the ferris wheel, cementing your face in his mind.

Slowly, Maison's eyes travel from your face and then upwards and he looks at the large attraction you both were standing by. A small smile forms and he looks back to you.

"How about one last bit of fun for the night, hm?" he asks. You look behind you at the bright, spinning wheel and feel a smile form on your own lips as well.

"I'd like that very much," you beam, looking up at him.

With that, you both turn to go on the ride. Once your car comes to a halt and it's safe to board, Maison opens the door for you and motions for you to enter. You smile at that and take a seat on the bench inside. The older man enters after you and sits at your side.

There is a pause before the ride starts up and the car slowly begins to rise upwards. Without noticing, your hand grasps Maison's instinctually from the sudden movement.

"You're okay, look," he reassures and squeezes your hand. He then points out the large window in front of you. You look ahead and your eyes widen as you slowly begin to see more and more of the Uncanny Valley from above. Though it is dark, all of the lights from the street lamps, windows of buildings, and signs for different establishments illuminate the island perfectly.

"Woah," you breathe, completely mesmerized by the view. "You can see everything from up here."

"Indeed," Maison agrees, taking in his own beautiful sight of your wowed face. "Everyone seems to prefer seeing the view during the day. I suppose you can see everything clearer then. But I have always been fond of seeing lights when it's dark. And then there are the stars and the moon that make it all seem so right."

You stop your task of trying to spot your apartment complex from the ferris wheel as his words begin to sink in. You quickly noticed how he talks about the things he finds beautiful. He talks about them like they are fine art, mentioning every detail he loves about them. Happiness, the view.

You.

The gentle feeling of Maison's fingertips against your chin makes you turn to face him. If the view of the Uncanny Valley at night didn't take your breath away, then the realization of how close you two are does. All thoughts in your head seem to cease as you stare into his eyes and notice him carefully easing your face closer to his.

Would you have done the same thing under different circumstances, or even under the same circumstances? You have no idea. And yet you can't stop yourself from saying "yes" every time. As long as it was with Maison, then yes, you would've done what you did at the end of the night. He turned your night from horrible to perfect, resurrected your happiness after you thought your cheating ex boyfriend and ex friend killed it, made you actually feel cared for and loved for the first time in forever.

It felt right. You and him felt right.

It was gentle, his lips softly brushing over yours for a moment, savoring it before kissing you properly. It feels like he's treating you like you're made of porcelain like his mask, as if the most sudden movement would make you crack.

No, Maison will make sure you never shatter on his watch. As long as you are his, you will never feel neglected or unloved. This carnival would become your new home, his tent would become your new home. The whole fairgrounds would be your shelter from the cruelties that come with life. A place for him to construct a perfect bubble for you to forget your worries and grief, just like tonight.

Maybe he'd even make you a performer as well, if that was what you wanted. He has seen your interest in different acts during the show. With some practice, you could become a star, though you already are in his heart. Just imagine you in your jester costume and mask, captivating the audience, wowing them, scaring them, or making them laugh. Of course some of the others would probably protest that decision, hell they'd probably protest him loving you, but he was the ringmaster and he had the last say. If he said you're staying, then you're staying. And if he says you would perform, then you'd perform.

Slowly, Maison pulls away, getting a brief view of the look of content on your face. Your eyes flutter open and you raise a hand to touch your lips.

"You kissed me..." your voice comes out a little bit louder than a whisper as you utter the only thing your reeling mind can come up with.

"I did," the ringmaster says with a warm smile.

You can't think of anything else to say, so you just beam back at him and rest your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you and holds you closer as you both feel yourselves starting to descend back down to the ground.

Once the car stops, Maison steps out and holds the door open for you just like before. With his arm held out for you, he leads you through the carnival and towards the entrance. You expect to say your goodbyes there but to your surprise, he continues walking into the parking lot, slowing his pace and moving you in front of him so you can find your car.

Now standing by your vehicle, you turn back to look up at the jester that made your night so wonderful.

"I guess this is goodbye, huh?" you mumble while rubbing your arm.

"Goodbye for now," he corrects, holding your face in his hands and giving you one last smile for the night, which you return. "If you ever need a bit of cheering up again, you know where to find me. Until then however...how about a little something to remember me by?"

Suddenly, he pulls out a deck of playing cards from out of nowhere and fans them out to you.

"Pick a card, but do not tell me what it is," he says, speaking like he's performed this trick a thousand times.

You look at the cards carefully, eyes panning over each one, until you finally take the one that speaks to you. The card is the ace of diamonds.

"Good, now set it back in the deck," he continues, waiting for you to do as he says. With that, he reshuffles the cards, even closing his eyes to really show off to you. Once he's done, he stacks the deck nicely in his hands and takes the first card on the top. "Is this your card?"

Staring back at you is the same red diamond you had seen previously.

"Yes sir," you chirp, taking the card again." But I know the trick to this one."

"Oh? And what's that?" Maison questions, intrigued.

"The whole deck is the same card; they're all the ace of diamonds," you nod confidently.

"Really?" he turns the deck up so that the front of the cards is facing you. To your surprise, you can see that it really is a normal deck with the different suits and all.

"Woah," you breathe, amazement in your voice. "Must be great being so lucky."

"Of course it is. I wouldn't have been able to meet you if I wasn't," Maison then moves his hands around the deck of cards until they vanish into thin air.

"Wait, don't you want this card back?" you ask, all while you are trying to figure out where a whole deck of cards went.

"I said I was going to give you something to remember me by," he retorts. "Think of it as a good luck charm. Besides, I'm sure I have another one lying around somewhere."

You look from the card then back to the ringmaster, smiling.

"Thank you, Maison. Thank you for everything. You really made the night perfect."

"It is my pleasure, always," he gives you a little bow, before taking one of your hands into his own and raising it to his lip to plant a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Please be safe my dear and sleep well."

"Y-Yeah, of course, "you let out a shy chuckle, still not used to this level of affection, but you can certainly get there. "Goodnight to you too."

With that, Maison takes a step back, giving you the space to climb into your car. Once you start it up, you look out your window and give him a small wave, which he returns.

The tall jester stands there watching as your car gets farther and farther away until it disappears from view entirely.

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You can practically feel yourself dance walking down the hallway to your apartment, as the sounds of carnival music still play in your ears. After letting yourself in and locking the front door behind you, you set your ghost plushie down on a counter in your kitchen along with the card. You fidget with the little stubby arms of your soft specter, humming a tune you hear sometime tonight, your eyes drifting to the familiar colored ribbon around its neck.

You then turn your attention to the card, just flipping it between your fingers until you stop when you notice something that definitely was not there before. The front of the card is the same, it still shows the ace of diamonds, but on the back there is writing; a little message addressed to you.

To my dearest little diamond, Y/N,

Your beauty shall remain in my mind always. Your smile, your laugh, and you, sweet little you. Please don't be a stranger, my heart would never be able to take it.

With love,

Maison.

Underneath the sweet message, was a phone number.

You place your hand over your heart and grin widely from ear to ear. How could you possibly stay away from the ringmaster after tonight? The affection he gave you was addicting. He was addicting. And you were obsessed. You fell right into his trap, right where you wanted to be.

His plan was to win you over and he got it and so much more.

No, you definitely won't be a stranger at all.

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It was very late at night, and all light had been extinguished from the carnival, making you think that no one was around. However, if you went just a little bit deeper into the fairgrounds, you would notice the lights still on in the large tent at the center, and speaking could be heard from within.

"Ladies. Gentlemen. What a very special performance I have for you tonight," the loud voice came from none other than the ringmaster, wearing his signature mask as always, but the audience was not his usual audience. No, the audience was of his fellow jesters.

The voice caused two figures that were tied to the spinning wheels used for knife throwing to stir. Their heads pounded hard and they could both taste a hint of blood in their mouths.

"These two 'delightful' individuals decided to so graciously volunteer for this act. Isn't that just so 'polite' of them?" Maison continued on, bitter sarcasm heavy in his voice. The whole crowd began to jeer at the two partially conscious people.

Once they fully awaken, both your ex friend and ex boyfriend try to speak, to ask what the hell's going on, but are prohibited by the large clumps of cloth in their mouths.

"I must admit, I have never performed a live dissection act, but do you all, my lovely performers, not deserve something new? Something fresh?" he carried on, voice becoming even more grandiose. The crowd responded with a noise of uncertainty until their ringmaster continued. "I know what you are all thinking: isn't this all a waste of two perfectly good meals? Oh, I can assure you all, these two are much too rotten for consumption. No no no, these...things are only good for an act now."

The crowd only got more rowdy at that, but Maison raised his hands to calm them.

"Ah, I knew you all wouldn't want to take my word for it, so why don't we all get a little taste?" he moved to stand in front of a table that was covered with a black and white checkered cloth, making sure his fellow jester and the "performers" would be able to see what was underneath the sheet.

With one swift motion, the cloth was ripped from the table, revealing a row of sharp knives varying in size. If the two hostages weren't panicking already, then they definitely were now. Muffled cries of fear fill the show floor, and your ex friend even had tears streaming down her cheeks.

Maison picked up a steak knife and slowly crept towards your ex boyfriend, like a predator stalking its prey. Once he got close enough, he speaks quietly, so only the two unwilling volunteers could hear.

"It's funny," he began, dragging his red nails along the edge of the blade. "I think I would've done this, even if you hadn't hurt Y/N."

His eyes went wide at the sound of your name and at the jester in front of him bringing the blade closer to his face.

"No matter what, you never deserved her," Maison purrs, sinisterly. "She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her tonight. No matter what, you were never worthy of her, you stupid boy."

He let out a sickeningly playful click of his tongue before quickly turning to your ex friend.

"And you," he sneered. "What kind of friend are you?" Had you been nice, you wouldn't have been here. You would've been at home, sleeping in bed like an infant....Yet here you are."

He then looked between the two of them. Though they couldn't see his face, they could see his eyes through the holes in his mask, and oh, how they were seething with rage.

"I don't know which one of you is more rotten," Maison said, though his voice was much louder so his audience would hear him. Slowly he turned to look back at the male hostage, and a cruel grin formed under his mask. "But I think I'll try you, just because I hate you more."

Like a flash, he swiped the knife across your ex boyfriend's cheek, carving it so it looked like half of a bloody smile was on his face. The crowd roared with excitement at that, antsy to get their hands on some of the knives as well.

With one hand, Maison raised his mask up enough so that his mouth was exposed. Carefully, he dragged the bloodied knife across his tongue, getting the taste of the crimson that stained the blade. In an instant, his face contorted in disgust and he pulls his mask down.

"Bitter, not to my liking...but I'm sure some of you may enjoy it," he announced, watching as his consensus seemed to intrigue some of his fellow performers. He then motioned his knife to the female hostage before continuing. "As for her...well...I think I'll let you all find that out for yourselves. Ladies and gentlemen, I now invite you all to come. On. Down!"

With that, a number of jesters got up from their seats to line up and take a blade while others sat back to watch the carnage just as their ringmaster was doing.

Such a gruesome display was before him. Something that would've made him sick had the "volunteers" been different. But for you, he got nothing but a sick sense of catharsis watching it.

Maison smiled as he thought about you. He thought about what you had whimpered when you both found refuge at the ferris wheel.

"Why can't they go away? Why can't they just disappear?"

'Well, my little diamond,' he thought. 'They're gone now. They'll never hurt you again. No one will ever hurt you. I will make sure of that.'

#house hunted #house hunted game #house hunted visual novel #maison talo #maison talo x reader #x reader #rita writes

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twelvroses · 7 months ago

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LIZ's DIARY - 16/07/24. mentioned: @dreamquest @fiixion @yunzip @pinkscaped ♡ (& ahin lol)

The latest episode of Dreamquest just aired; I’m writing this in my dorm. Have I even written about my dorm? I can’t remember the last time I actually had the time to sit down and write, I think it was just before the show started… I used to be so diligent about keeping this diary, but life has gotten so hectic. I’m sharing a room with Yoon and Miyu. Both of them seem nice, but it’s a little awkward. Since we were all on different teams, I don't know how to approach them them because I'm not sure if they see me as a friend or just someone they'll need to beat. I wish I was the type of person who could start a conversation with anyone, but I just don’t know how to keep it going. The words don’t come for me. I haven't really bonded with any of the other girls, and I can tell that some of the other girls think I’m a bitch, but everyone always thinks I’m a bitch and I can live with that. Sani is really nice, though, she's really really cute, and she was so nice to me after the Fancy performance, so I think it'd be fun to be on a team with her at some point. But it would be really nice if I could at least befriend my dormmates too. I mean, assuming none of us get eliminated, they’re gonna be the first and last people I see every time I wake up or go to bed. Don’t you think that kinda sets the tone for your entire day? Even if none of us make it, it still would be nice to have some friends. That reminds me, now that I’m at Valentine, I hope I get a chance to meet the Medusa girls soon. I’ve always really liked Choi Gain sunbaenim. She just comes out and says whatever she’s thinking, no matter who’s listening or how many cameras are on her. I’ve been trying to be like that, but like everything else I try to say, it dies in my throat. Maybe if I get to hang out with her, it’ll rub off on me a little bit.

Anyway, I won't have chance of meeting Medusa if Valentine drop me, and they might do just that, cause the CEO already told me that he expects big things from me. He told me to keep my sights set on top 5, because this is the very first time Valentine has EVER sent a trainee to a debut show, and I’m their only trainee, so if I totally flop, it’ll be really embarrassing for them, and I feel like the whole place is built on one man's very flimsy ego so he'll probably just drop me. We got to see our rankings and right now, I’m at nine. It’s not too bad, and so I want to be proud of it, but I know it’s not good enough. It doesn’t feel fair. I didn’t get a single solo line in Genie! How the hell am I supposed to get screen time and convince people to vote for me if I’m not being given the same opportunity to sing as some of the others? I wonder if the showrunners think I can’t sing because I rap.

I also hate my new CEO, Yoo Seobin. He walks around like a weirdo mafia boss. You know, Ahin sunbaenim told me that when they go out for company dinners, he makes him, Choi Gain and Kwon Harin sit at a separate table with him. It’s supposed to be a ‘leaders privilege,’ but he’s kind of just keeping them away from the party. He thinks he’s the godfather, or something. Like it's an honour to sit with him. If I end up in a Valentine group, I pray to god that I’m not the leader. I’d hate to sit and drink with him. Did you see his fucking press release about me? He talked about how I was hypnotizing and my beauty was unmatched or something… Like he’s a married, middle aged man. It's so weird and I'm really worried if he keeps talking about me like that, people will start making up rumours. Even the thought makes me want to throw up. I wore the baggiest clothes I own last time I had to go to his office, and he still kept looking at me weird. Ahin sunbaenim said I can wear one of his sweaters next time, because if he sees me in boy's clothes he might assume I have a boyfriend and back off. It’s kind of cute that he thinks that would work.

But Ahin sunbaenim is nice. I’m even going to record a demo for him next week. It’s not gonna be for me in the end, I think he’s just gonna send it out to a bunch of labels and see who wants the song, but I’m getting paid for recording so it’s already the most legit gig than I’ve had in about five years. He’s fun to hang out with. I think he has a little bit of a crush on me, but for once that doesn’t bother me. I think it’s just refreshing to come across a guy, especially one who’s a bit older than I am, who isn’t so fucking leery and demanding. He doesn’t even flirt or anything, he just gets shy around me and it’s easy to make him blush. It’s funny. And he does have a nice smile.

I just realised I'm writing about boys in my diary so I'm going to stop now because I'm not twelve. Kwon Ahin is the last thing I need to be thinking about right now. What I need to do is win this competition. I really hope, like really really really hope that I can rap in the next round. Like a proper rap that wasn’t written by fucking JYP, I mean. I’m really regretting singing for my audition. My first choice was Payday by Yoon Mirae but Seobin told me I had to pick something recent. If I’d pulled off a Yoon Mirae song I think I might be way higher in the ranks by now. But if I don’t get to rap there’s no way I’m gonna crack the top five. And if I get kicked from Valentine, it’s like losing the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I feel like I might just be setting myself up for one big joke. I couldn’t even rise up the popularity rankings of Bouquet. Do you know how easy it is to be more popular than a Bouquet member? Most idols who debut achieve it on their first day without even knowing cause they probably don’t know who Bouquet are. Were. Also, FUCK OHJANG ENTERTAINMENT.

I owe more money than I’ve earned, my parents lost all enthusiasm for this path for me a long time ago… I can’t even remember what it felt like for them to take pride in me. Honestly I started writing this entry because I thought I was going to end it by affirming to myself that this would be a turning point and I’d ace it from here on out, but I kinda feel worse than when I started writing. I should go to bed. I have to get up early to get some practice in before official practice starts, and if the girls who ranked lower than me find out I’m whining and moping about ranking 9th, they’ll think I’m even more of a bitch than they already do.

Well, just wish me luck in the next round, I guess!

#development tbt #dreamquest tbt

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spadecentral · 1 year ago

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🌲 Tree Decorating | Deuce Spade x Epel Felmier

>> requested: a little >> a/n: merry christmas @luminessdoodles !! it was very fun being your secret santa for @twstedsecretsanta

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: deuce and epel decorate for christmas >> reader prns: none >> warning(s): slight misunderstanding; i feel like i got some stuff mischaracterized..

Standing in front of the stove with an apron still on from previous cookie baking, Deuce stirred the milk for hot cocoa. Epel was fluttering about in the other room, finishing with the decorations for the tree. The shorter of the two really had no true care for the ornaments that were put on the tree, nor did he care about how they were arranged; but Deuce did, so he did it for his boyfriend instead of leaving the room bare.

“Epel, what do you want in your cocoa?” Deuce called out from the kitchen.

“Some marshmallows ‘nd a candy cane,” was his answer.

“Alright!” came the extraordinarily simple response.

Epel was uncharacteristically glad that Deuce was there with him during the holidays. Epel was generally glad that Deuce was there with him, period. But, that didn’t really mean much anyway. Of course, nothing could ever beat the sled racing back at his home at the Village of Harvest. But there was something so different, so utterly magical, about spending the holidays alone with his boyfriend that he couldn’t help but place this experience above all of the others.

He stepped back from the tree for a moment to look at the beauty he had somehow created. But when he did, he became very annoyed with the fact that the star still wasn’t at the top of the tree. He was also acutely aware of the fact that the bottom half was much more abundant with the decorations than the top half. Epel began to groan, annoyed with how the tree seemed to get uglier and uglier every passing second he looked at it, only to be pulled away and pecked on the lips by Deuce. Unfortunately, that also meant he accidentally got flour onto his clothes from their previous chocolate chip cookie baking.

“Eww…” Epel cringed, pulling back from the embrace, looking down at the flour that had gotten all over his sweater.

But, Deuce didn’t see the almost obvious gesture that Epel had made with his body when he looked down at the sweater. So, he was unsure if his boyfriends displeasure, and couldn’t tell if the groaning was aimed at the kiss or if it was about the flour that he got all over Epel’s clothes. But instead of saying something, he just got a little pouty. Unluckily enough for Deuce, Epel could spot the smallest changes in his emotions. That’s what happened after a while of them dating, and Deuce still didn’t know how Epel managed to pull it off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling Deuce’s face down to meet his eye level.

“Nothing,” Deuce answered, trying not to overthink about it.

“You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong,” Epel said, his accent laying thickly on top of his words.

“Epel, I’m sure it’s nothing, please.”

“Deuce, darlin’,” he said, the frown that covered his lips grew deeper.

“I’m just…” Deuce paused, the look on his face turned into one of sheepishness. “I’m just worried that you were saying ew at me.”

“What?!” a deep crease between Epel’s eyebrows formed. “Why would you ever think I’d say somethin’ like that to ya?”

“Maybe because after I hugged you, you mumbled ‘ew’?” Deuce said, suggesting that scenario to his boyfriend.

“Ah,” the dumbfounded look cleared almost instantly from Epel’s face.

A thick layer of awkwardness permeated the air as the two stared at each other, both of their faces heating up ever so slightly in embarrassment.

“I– uh– I didn’... I didn’t mean to make ya feel like I meant it towards you,” Epel said, exasperated with himself. “I kinda meant it about the flour.”

“Oh!” Deuce’s face started to heat up even more than it did before, if that was even possible. He forgot completely about the flour-covered apron he was wearing. “Oh.”

Almost immediately, he turned around and walked back to the kitchen, completely embarrassed with himself.

“Your uh, your cocoa is ready, by the way.” Deuce’s voice traveled from the kitchen, but he didn’t dare turn around since his face was still a bright shade of red.

But, he didn’t need to call Epel, since the purple-haired boy was almost right behind him, following on his heels.

“Deuce,” Epel’s voice wasn’t demanding, the soft undertones in his tone of voice wouldn’t let it seem like that. “Look at me.”

The taller of the two turned around, and looked Epel in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such an idi–”

“Shush.” Epel shut down Deuce’s antics almost immediately. “It’s my fault.”

“But–”

“I should have been more clear with my words, and I’ll do that next time,” Epel said. “Alright?”

There was a pause that felt like forever–when in reality it only lasted a second or two–in between Epel’s question and Deuce’s answer. “Alright.”

“Good.” Epel said, squeezing Deuce’s hand. “Now, let’s go sit down and watch a movie or somethin’, I’m tired after puttin’ up all them decorations.”

Deuce only chuckled in response. Grabbing the two mugs, he followed Epel back into the living room. He set them down on the coasters that Epel laid out for them and went to sit down, but was stopped by him.

“Aht,” Epel said, and one of Deuce’s eyebrows raised in confusion. “Take off the apron.”

“Oh shit–” Deuce said, rolling his eyes at himself for how stupid that he was acting. Untying the back strings, he took the fabric off of his head and placed it on the counter, leaving it to be dealt with later. “Okay, is that better?”

Epel looked over at him from his spot on the couch. “Do a twirl.”

Deuce gave him an unamused look but did it anyway, which earned a quiet giggle from his boyfriend. “Am I clear to sit on the couch, sir?”

“I suppose you are allowed to sit on the fabric throne,” Epel said, putting on the most fake posh accent he could muster to match Deuce’s mock accent as well. “But do not sit too far upon it, lest you ruin the material.”

And totally opposite of Epels fake instructions, Deuce sat down on the couch harshly, before sprawling out all over him in a teasing manner. “Is this too far, Epel?”

“Not even close.” Epel laughed and rolled over on the couch, which caused Deuce to fall onto the floor.

Now, the both of them were laughing together, but whether it was at the predicament they were in or at each other, they couldn’t tell you even if they wanted to.

Taking a cookie from the platter on the coffee table, Deuce shoved it into Epels mouth, causing his eyes to light up.

“These are actually really good," he said after he took the cookie out of his mouth. “Here, try some!”

It was now Deuce’s turn to get a cookie shoved into his mouth. After he took a bite of Epel’s cookie, he hummed in agreement with a smile on his lips. “They are.”

“Deuce,” Epel said, the corner of his mouth curling upward. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Epel.” Deuce said, the sentimental feelings that Epel radiated grew to affect him as well. “I don’t think this Christmas could get any better even if I tried.”

“I think so, too.”

#twst secret santa 2023 #deuce spade #epel felmier #twst #twisted wonderland #deuce spade x epel felmier #deuce x epel #epeldeuce #twst deuce #twst epel #twst deuce x twst epel #@.twst.works

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not-goldy · 1 year ago

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I use to think there was no way Jikook would ever come out. Together or even as individuals. Now I think its looking more and more like they will after MS and the reunion. I am leaning toward Jimin for sure, which is funny, cause I always said Jimin probably wouldn't because he's so OT7 and worries about BTS and he knows it would most likely harm his dad's business and his dad just opened a new place, but I can't see Jimin's dad being super damn selfish and telling him to stay in the closet to protect his business. Maybe to protect him, but not his business. He sees what his son goes through daily. The lies, defamation, slander, accusations. Called a queerbaiter and predator. And not sure how true this is, but this buddy system thing apparently has JK solos trying to research who the guy is standing next to JK, just to get goods on JK in the military and of course Jikook gossip, they are so mad and desperate. Not sure if that is true, but if so, Oh the SK government gonna snatch these MF's bald if they really track down these soldiers families and start harassing them. They don't even realize how fucking horrible that makes JK look. Tkk joining in as well. None of them have respect for JK. it reflects so bad on JK to try and involve other soldiers in their vendetta's and unfortunately for JK there are clout chasing people out there who will give up his privacy. He is gonna be so fucking humiliated and embarrassed if this turns out to be true.

Jimin probably knows at this point he is never gonna be free to live his life with Jk or his members or anyone for that matter, without harassment, unless he speaks his truth, which he's been trying to do for years, without out right saying it. Even if it means leaving korea and going somewhere else. Maybe Japan or even America who knows. Same with JK. I too think he will. In fact, JK has probably already been talked off the ledge by Hybe and Jimin not to out them, when he gets in his fed up moods. You can tell both are increasingly getting more and more frustrated. They even resorted to being private & working in silence, but BAM, when they wanna come out swinging, they damn sure do. The swing and knock fucking heads off. So I think its looking more and more possible that they aren't gonna hide much longer or at the very least make that glass closet even more clearer and stop putting restrictions on themselves after MS. I feel it in my gut. These so called fans are pushing them to their breaking point and its been brewing. Their public, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, private trip to Japan and now enlisting together was just the start. Wait and see if Jikook don't free themselves from this fandom. or I could be wrong and nothing will change, but I kinda think there will be change of some sort.

Jungkook got bad rep for the longest time for being "an asshole" "shitty" "fuckboy" with zero social skills- which time and again he's proven that's not the case. Being introverted don't mean you hate humans.

It's nice he's making friends in there- as he should. That is IF that's his even friend. I expect Jimin has made friends in there also. However Jimin is a private person who isn't going to expose his friendships accidentally. He can be guarded. Also, he's a Libra, he has the gift of foresight to know people would try to use whoever he's close with to get to him in there- like they doing with JK.

It's a shame these people can't live normal lives, smile at someone, stand next to someone, be polite to without all manner of theories being written about them assuming all sort of things about them and the poor stranger.

Jimin is growing, maturing, setting his priorities straight and since 2020 we've seen him gradually choosing his relationship, prioritizing it and making conscious decisions with that in mind.

Personally, I'm happy there aren't at cross purposes anymore and seem to be moving in the same direction in life.

I won't make any predictions for now, just observing and appreciating their bond, it's beautiful to behold as it unfolds. There's not much chaos within their relationship not much turbulence.

I want to see it to the very end. That's why I keep following their journey.

I want to see how they navigate a 7 way dynamic when they come back together as a group with the growth that's taken place in each of them.

Fully coming out is off the table, but they could surprise me who knows. We in uncharted territories here.

If Jikook do come out they will shock the skin off my bones honestly. That said, I'm still rooting for them.

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lnfours · 2 years ago

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Hey hey hey!!! For blurb night I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader one where Tom has always had feelings for the reader (and the reader has feeling for him too) but as nothing has come of it at some point Tom feels like he has to move on so when y/n finds out that Tom is dating Zendaya she gets really drunk one night and decides to drunk call Tom to congratulate him on his new relationship and tell him that she's happy for him but then she lets it slip about her feelings for him and the next morning Tom comes over to her place to confront her about it and as one thing leads to another they kiss... ( I just want to clarify that I have no hate for Z what so ever)

😳 here we go

no shade/hate towards zendaya and tom’s relationship whatsoever. this is purely fictional.

send a blurb

you didn’t know what time it was as you tried to watch the movie you had put on the tv. you weren’t really paying attention to it, instead your mind was hooked on one thing and one thing only.

tom.

like it always had been. you had known tom for years, way before he was spider-man and got the role of a lifetime. you were childhood best friends. you both had made a pact that if by the time you were both 30 and neither of you were married, you’d get married.

that type of friendship.

you had known that zendaya liked him for a while. you even helped encourage her to get the guts to ask him out. you helped her when she needed advice on what outfits to wear on their dates, what to get tom for his birthday or any other holiday. you loved both of them. she was your closest girl friend and he was your best friend.

but you couldn’t help it. you were in love with tom. you always had been. there was no way of getting around it. no matter how hard you tried to move on or how many guys you went on dates with, none of them compared.

and now here you were, staring off into space as you contemplated reaching for your phone on the arm of the sofa. you took in a deep breath, sighing loudly before grabbing it.

fuck it. what more could you have to lose?

you typed in his number and pressed the phone to your ear as it rang. it rang and rang and rang.

it was past midnight after all, he was probably asleep.

“hey, it’s tom! leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can. thanks!” his voicemail introduction rang through your ear right before the beep letting you know to start speaking.

you sighed into the phone, “hey, it’s me. i’m not gonna lie, i am a little drunk right now, but i just wanted to say congratulations. z told me everything, and i just wanted to let you know im happy for the both of you,”

you paused for a second before continuing, “it’s gonna sound selfish but uhh, i kinda wish it was me instead. it’s no secret that i’ve had a thing for you for years, but as long as you’re happy that’s all i can ask for.”

“love you. see you later.”

the voicemail ended as tom pulled his phone away from his ear. he checked what time you had decided to leave the voicemail last night.

12:30 am.

it was morning now, the sun was shining and here he was contemplating everything he was about to do. he quickly got dressed before heading over to your apartment.

he knocked on the door, surprised when you answered in your pajamas and a robe, slippers on your feet as you rubbed your eyes, “t, it’s 9 in the morning.”

“i know.”

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. he closed the front door behind him, following you through the apartment he knew like the back of his hand. he spotted the empty wine bottle sitting on the counter and the dirty wine glass in the sink.

“do you remember leaving me a voicemail last night?”

you contemplated on lying, saying you didn’t remember. but you did. and you were embarrassed about it.

“around 12:30 last night?”

you shrugged, “i mean i could’ve, i was drunk. i don’t remember much.”

you tried to lie but he knew that you remembered. he sighed.

“you’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

you sighed, “i’m sorry. it’s just super embarrassing. we can just pretend like it never happened, like you never heard it, and we can just move on. the last thing i want is to break up your relationship with z, you both are deserving of love.”

he shook his head, “we broke up,” your head snapped up to his direction, “both came to the realization that we’re better as friends.”

you didn’t know what to say as he stepped closer, “and i don’t know about you, but i can’t pretend that that voicemail never existed.”

you tried to keep your composure as he walked in front of you, smiling. you smiled back at him, a soft blush rising on your cheeks.

“so, what now?” you asked, his hands falling to your hips as he pulled you in closer. getting rid of any space between your two bodies.

“kiss me.”

you smiled softly, reaching up on your tip toes and planting your lips on his. he kissed you back, his hand coming up and cupping your cheek as yours played with the curls at the nape of his neck.

he pulled away softly, lips brushing against yours, “i love you. i always have.”

you smiled, his nose bumping yours as you spoke, “i love you more.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #spiderman #spider-man #tom holland blurb #fluff #mail time #blurb #blurb night 5/16/23

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simplee-dreaming · 2 years ago

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What's Your Secret?

Word count: 1577

Summary: The reader, Steve and Robin share secrets with one another in a Russian basement.

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“Help! Help! Help us!”

“Robin, no one is coming,” Steve groaned.

“I got to try, there could be someone. Help!” Robin yelled.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Steve asked. Your head drooped as another tear fell from your eye.

You, Steve and Robin were all tied to chairs, in a Russian basement. Your plan to find out what the Russians were up to had failed. Whilst Dustin and Erica managed to escape, you three were caught, now left scared…and very drugged up.

“It’s okay Y/N, we’ll get out of here. I promise,” Robin looked at you as you gazed over to her.

“What if we don’t?”

“Then we die heroes,” Steve said, swaying. You scoffed.

“I’ll never see my family again. None of us will. Or our friends.”

“What about Dustin and Erica? Do you think they’ve made it to safety?” Steve asked.

“They could be on their way to rescue us right now,” Robin said, optimistically.

You all sighed, knowing that the Russians will probably get to you before they would.

“Let’s play a game,” Steve suggested.

“What game?” Robin replied.

“Well, if these are our last moments, then why don’t we share our deepest, darkest secrets. That way, we don’t take them to the grave. Or, if we do manage to escape, it means we’ll be closer than ever before.”

“That sounds so stupid,” you muttered, slurring a bit as the drugs started to kick in.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Robin shrugged. “Why don’t you start us off, Steve?”

“Oh…um…well…”

“What’s wrong? Don’t want to share your deepest, darkest secret?” You said, sarcastically.

“I now realise how embarrassing this is.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Robin reassured him.

“Alright…well…back in school, I noticed you quite a bit, Robin. And, uh, I always thought you were very pretty. I just never had the guts to admit it, nor ask you out, and then Nancy came along so of course that was it until we broke up then we started working together and I now realise I still kinda have feelings for you so if we don’t get out of this alive then I want one of you to end me and I’m gonna stop talking now….” Steve drew a sharp intake of breath.

There was a long pause. Then Robin suddenly burst out laughing.

“Oho my gohod! That is the last thing I expected to come out of your mouth, Harrington!” She exclaimed, doubling over in giggles. You giggled quietly too.

“Alright, I didn’t think it was that stupid,” Steve said, his face going red.

“Oh Steve. Honey. I’m sorry. I’m just…just not attracted to you. Or any guys. At all.”

Steve slowly turned to Robin. You watched as his face went from hurt, to confused, to shocked.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I’m gay, Steve. I like women.”

“Oh. I-I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. I’ve never told anyone.”

“Why not?”

“Cause if I did then I wouldn’t be sat here. I’d have been gone a long time ago.”

“That’s not true.”

“Come on Steve, you saw the way our classmates acted. You’ve seen the way society portrays the gays. I’d be in literal hell.”

Steve fell silent.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you think I’m pretty though. I’m so using that against you when we get out.”

Steve smirked.

“Alright then, Y/N,” Robin turned to you. “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?”

You started giggling again.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked.

“I dohon’t know,” you giggled.

“I think the drugs are working,” Steve said, stifling back a laugh.

“That won’t get you out of this. What’s your secret?” Robin asked again.

“I have no secrets, I’m an open book,” you sang, sounding drunk.

“Everyone has secrets, Y/N. If you don’t tell us then I’m sure the Russians will get it out of you,” Steve said, making you giggle again.

“Alright, alright, but it’s very very secretive…”

“A secretive secret?” Robin laughed.

“So you know like tickle fights right? Well what most people do is scream and cry but I laugh a lot.”

“So your secret is that you’re ticklish?” Steve’s lip curled up slightly.

“No no…I mean yes, but no. They scream, I laugh. Right?”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” Robin asked.

“I laugh!”

“Most people do!” Robin argued back, setting Steve off in a fit of giggles.

“But I like it!”

“You like laughing?”

“Yes! And that’s why!”

“Wait wait, did you just say you like being tickled?” Steve asked, tilting his head at you.

“Duh!” You said, sarcastically.

“Well….that’s good to know…” Steve exchanged a look with Robin as you quietly giggled again.

“Do you think they’ll remember saying that when we get out?” Robin asked.

“Definitely not. But we will….” Steve replied, smirking.

Roughly 5 minutes later, you started hearing murmurs from outside the room.

“Shit. It’s the Russians.” Steve said in a panicked tone.

“Shh, I can’t hear what they’re saying,” Robin responded. You all fell quiet as the voices started to get clearer.

“Wait…” You said, as you realised the voices weren’t Russian, but American.

With a sudden bang, the door flew open, revealing Dustin and Erica, armed with weapons. You all lit up with glee as the two of them got to work on freeing you.

Once you were all untied, you bolted for the lift where you, Steve and Robin stumbled about, still high on the drugs. Dustin and Erica shared an annoyed look. The lift doors opened and you were finally back inside Starcourt Mall where you headed straight for the toilets to let the drugs leave your body. Dustin and Erica waited outside whilst you, Robin and Steve finished regurgitating. The three of you then collapsed on the toilet floor, the effects of the drugs finally wearing off.

“I’ve never felt so alive,” Robin said. You and Steve chuckled but agreed. Steve then slowly looked at you.

“So, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

“An awful lot better.”

“Even after your little secret?”

You froze.

“...what secret?”

“The secret you told us when we were tied in the basement. You know, I told Robin I had a crush on her then she told us she likes girl and then you had your turn.”

Your eyes widened.

“W-what did I say?”

“Oh nothing major. Just that you enjoy laughing.”

“Oh. Um…” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you said you really like laughing…because of being tickled,” Robin teased. Your face dropped, heart now pounding.

“Wait, no, I-”

“It’s fine, Y/N, you enjoy being tickled. That’s not a bad thing,” Steve shrugged. You relaxed a little before he continued, “...just means we have more of a reason to tickle you.”

Steve and Robin both lunged towards you, pushing you down to the ground. You yelped as Steve sat on your waist whilst Robin pulled your hands above your head and sat on them. They both grinned at you before Robin stuck her wiggling fingers in your armpits and Steve attacked your tummy. You screamed out and started kicking your legs. Dustin and Erica ran in to see what the problem was, only to start laughing when they realised what was happening.

“My oh my you are so ticklish!” Steve teased, vibrating his fingers into your ribs which sent your laughter up an octave. It didn’t help that Robin’s quick fingers spidered up and down your arms and deep into your armpits.

“Are you enjoying this, Y/N?” Steve asked. You shook your head.

“No?!” He and Robin bellowed. “How about now?” He asked, lifting up your top to blow a raspberry on your belly and rapidly squeezed your sides. You screeched as your body tried to shake from side to side but it was no use.

Robin was now making her way round your neck and ears whilst Steve ran his fingers up to your ribs and down your sides, occasionally blowing a raspberry on your tummy and tasering your hips.

“Are you enjoying it now, Y/N?” Robin asked, smirking at you. On one hand, you couldn’t take any more. But, on the other hand, you were loving every second.

“YEHEHES!” You screamed without realising.

“Ohh is that so?? Little Y/N is loving the tickling?” Steve teased, kneading his thumbs into your hips.

“Coochie, coochie coo,” Robin teased, moving her hands down to your ribs which made you buck.

Your laughter turned silent as the baby talk made the tickling so much worse. Steve and Robin exchanged a smile before stopping their attack. You lay on the ground, still pinned by the two of them, but catching your breath nevertheless.

“You are absolutely adorable, Y/N,” Robin gave your armpit one more quick tickle to make you squeak.

“I think it’s time we left. If the Russians made it up here then they most definitely heard you screaming,” Steve laughed, getting off of you and helping you up. “Besides, we can wreck you soo much more when we get home,” Steve put his arm around you and tickled your tummy. You yelped and twisted your body away from his hand which made him just pull you closer and squeeze your sides.

“Come on Steve, let’s go. You can tickle them more later,” Dustin said, still grinning.

You were actually quite glad those two were aware now. Cause it meant you were going to be tickled at least every day from now on….

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #ler!robin buckley #ler!steve harrington #lee!reader

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talxe · 20 days ago

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Reading the Iliad, Book 13 thoughts

This is my first time ever reading it and I know next to nothing abt greek mythology so if I interpret anything wrong by all means pls correct me

Im reading the Robert Fagles translation

I thought Poseidon was still mad at the Greeks but he got over it ig

Zeus tells all the gods (again) that they are not allowed to get involved with today's battle and leaves

Poseidon leaves to help the Argives like ten seconds later

It takes him 3 steps to get back home to grab his stuff?

Poseidon takes on the form of the Greek seer, Calchas. So he can spur Ajax's into battle

He tells them that this is their time but they really should do something about Hector bc he has Zeus' favor

Poseidon hits them with his stick???? but like they get a bunch of power up's

Ok so the moment that "Calchas" leaves Ajax (lesser) goes "That was totally Poseidon😐" LMAO

That's so embarrassing for Posedion

So Poseidon rallies the Greek forces

I didn't know that Antilochus was Nestor's son

Poseidon starts yelling at some other minor Greek heroes abt how they are kinda lame for letting the Trojans walk all over them

The book takes the time to remind us why Achilles isn't fighting. Its really easy to forget abt him when ur busy focusing on the people who are actually fighting.

The two Ajax gather men into two big battalions.

The Trojans attack and for the first time in like 8 books the Greeks are holding their own.

And Hector is like "Holy shit?????"

Lots of people listed bc a lot of people die

Ajax (lesser) cuts off the head of this one guy who was already dead mind you. Which super disrespectful I'm pretty sure.

Ajax what are you doing rn🤨

Anyway, he throws the head at the Trojan's forces and it rolls right at Hector's feet

Poseidon (Now in the form of Thoas) runs across Idomeneus and calls Idomeneus a faker bc he said he was gonna fuck up the Trojans but he's not even fighting in the current battle that happening

"fuck you" - Idomeneus

Poseidon says that whoever doesn't fight here will not return from Troy and will be eaten by dogs

Idomeneus goes to his tent to retrieve two spears and runs into Meriones and he's like "Omg are you injured?"

Meriones tells him that he just needs a new spear lol (it broke earlier)

Idomeneus offers him one of his spears but Meriones deciles, grabbing one from his own tent

Homer lets us know that the battle is fucking insane

Poseidon is rly nervous that Zeus will catch wind of what he's doing

Idomeneus kills one man and starts a mini battle over the body

Aeneas's brother-in-law ends up getting killed by Idomeneus too

Aeneas does not like this.

So he tries to fight Idomeneus back he calls for back so Aeneas does the same thing

During this Ares' son dies

The guy (Deiphobbus) who killed Ares' son goes over to strip his body but Meriones stops him with a slash to the arm

I think Menelaus stabs Helenus in the hand

While ALL that is happening Hector is none the wiser to any of it. He's still at the front of the gate.

Polydamas tells Hector that they should probably chill out a little bit and regroup.

Hector runs off to find one of the men who died earlier and spots Paris

Hector sees some of the guy who died and starts going in on Paris

For the first time ever tho, something is not Paris' fault so he kinda caught a stray lmao

Paris says "This one wasn't on me."

Ajax(lesser?I think) and Hector start shit talking back and forth

Poseidon having blue hair is canon by the way

#the iliad #reading the iliad #hector of troy #idomeneus #ajax the greater #ajax the lesser

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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months ago

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LMAOOO nah dw abt embarrassing me it must be done….Id rather you see it than have me send it to someone who doesn’t match my freak and have them think im insane

Omg Karasu in the lead?? Guys…….Mira you’ve fr cultivated Karasu nation LMAOO but no you’re so right I remember seeing a poll awhile ago from someone and ofc there were the fan faves like Nagi Reo Kaiser as options and I was shocked to see Karasu there?? Ofc he was dead last in the results but not unexpected ig….also BAROU THIRD GUYS!!!! Barouism rising too??

No seriously Isagi would be sooo cooked if Nagi wasn’t there….trust I know that Nagi goal in u20 is gonna make him skyrocket I’m imagining all the edits to it now LMAO

It’s just the miraverse of content….new genre it’s called “would Mira watch this?” The parallels do go hard though I wasn’t expecting to find so many LOL

HAAHA SHIDOU lowk that’d be really funny….imagine like a 200k wc fic of Shidou shenanigans and sus quotes

Maybe I’ve been too desensitized because when you said too extreme I was expecting a lot more violence LMAO you got the perfect amount though I think when you said extreme I was thinking of Shidou level oops

NO FR?? Like he’s not gonna ever take the top spot but lowk I’ve grown to appreciate him….youre so right though LOLL closeted sweetheart >>> closeted asshole bro wait the grape candy scene was so cute I forgot to mention….its so funny how he kinda just gives it to her without saying anything about it like how people would do secret deals or something but no it’s just grape candy LMAOOO

THREE bro….the aura is crazy…to the dude who wanted your insta you should’ve been like “if you buy me a $50 cupcake I’ll give it to you” /j lowk investing in a bodyguard does not sound like a bad idea tho

OOOOOOH very excited for everything….also the whole masterlist layout for the oaeu>>>>>>>> the visuals look so CLEAN omg but guys look it’s aiku on Mira’s blog!!!! I saw the poll and have not touched it like wdym I’m supposed to choose???? Let’s see if I can be decisive for once but just know I was debating between tabieitaken and barou….speaking of im kinda curious to see which idea of mine will spark inspiration first LMAO take ur time tho im being so well fed with everything in the lineup so far

Im also laughing missing the cutoff is so funny to me because (unless I didn’t read something) it’s like if you didn’t safely get something in before the impending arrival of aiku you’re in for the long ride LMAOOOO

Ok actually real time update I just put them into a random generator to pick and voted LOL because there’s no way I’m deciding in time but I needed to show some opinion somehow….ok but anyways the main point I came back for was why is Nagi tied with your vote tracking option LMFAOOOOO I’m ngl I’ve never set up a poll here what’s the purpose of that…I just know that people aren’t supposed to pick it but I’m crying why does it have more votes than otoya and yuki

- Karasu anon

HAHA okay that is fair i will def keep you posted on any future typos 🤩 honestly they add to the experience though i mean what is a translator without occasional goofs (/j but also as someone who read a 1.5 million word novel translated online from korean #orv i am very used to wading through odd phrasing to get to the heart of a story so ngl sometimes my mind just skips over typos entirely and i don’t even notice)

unfortunately karasu nation has fallen…he’s in second now (w barou as a very close third) because SAE ITOSHI has a healthy lead 😭 honestly it was expected that man just has too many fans 😓 and most of the other characters on there aren’t AS popular (i’m sure there would’ve been more of a split if rin kaiser or isagi were included but honestly none of them were screaming oaeu to me…sae is kinda in the same category as them for me but he had strong oaeu potential hence why he’s included despite not being a miraverse all star like nagi karasu and barou)

I AM SOOO HYPE FOR THE EDITS PLSSS karasu and otoya edits from third selection?? nagi edits from the u20 game?? BAROU EDITS FROM THE U20 GAME 🤤⁉️ AHHH it’s going to be so good i just know those editors are going to cook up so many delicious concepts i’m actually hype (barely one more month we’re so close!!) and LMAOO no literally iirc nagi scored like four of the five goals against barou and naruhaya or something like if he hadn’t done that isagi would’ve had the naruhaya treatment and been out for good 😭 tik tok fans forgetting who the og goat of bllk was 😢 okay but honestly that’s why i love having nagi AND barou as my favs because one or the other is always up!! truly no losing there (and bllk bros automatically respect anyone who loves barou because most of them are barou glazers as if barou is ANYTHING like them 😒)

i guess part of it is also probably just kaneshiro using typical character archetypes too?? like girly dude white haired dude flirty dude etc etc the nagi dragon art was insane work though like what was the reason for that except to cater to us specifically

nah because yk i’d cook even for shidou 😭 but he would not be my first choice (or my second, or third, so on and so forth) HAHA he’s just a bit too chaotic plus like we’ve mentioned i don’t really find him too attractive even though ik some people do?? LMAOO omg idt i could ever write a character as violent as him especially not kiyora…like he’s chill for the most part just not hesitant to punch someone if needed i guess is how i interpreted it?? whereas shidou would just do it for funsies

I HAD FUN WRITING THE GRAPE CANDY SCENE IT JUST FELT SO HIM like the way he gives her a piece after she successfully swallows a pill as if she’s a dog or smth it’s just so innocent 😭 meanwhile reader is like “wow our tongues will match 😏” FBXJFKDS and him writing his number on the empty box so he doesn’t have to throw it away OR actually give her his number in person for fear of rejection…kiyora my underrated goat fr 🥹

JFNFJDDJSJ PLSSS just drop a quick “erm have i known you since you were four years old?? yeah i didn’t THINK so!!” and move on…i fear writing has made my standards very high hence why i’ve never been in a relationship but you’ll never catch me settling fr 🥱 if they’re not like bfb karasu or peregrine nagi or white butterfly hiori I DON’T WANT THEM 🤣 or ig someone like seabird sae would work too HAHA i’ll sacrifice the pining for a man w money and a sense of humor 🤩

OMG YAYYY I’M GLAD YOU LIKE IT i was inspired by those dollar store self help books as well as rom com movie covers when i was making it and i think it turned out well!! and then i saw one of the graphics accounts i follow had posted the green and purple hearts divider and i was like holy shit this is PERFECT it matches so so well w his entire aesthetic…also peep oliver and aiku being diff colors like his heterchromia 😮 LMAOO genuinely this is probably aiku’s first appearance on my blog (besides his cameo in the last part of fwtkac) but ahhh i’m trying to figure out which req to do next myself!! i have a few to choose from so there’s def a bit of variety…i’m thinking of your requests i’ll probably do chigiri?? because barou is part of the oaeu and idk if i feel connected enough to bachira to write for him yet 🙂‍↕️

NFJDBXSNK no because that’s literally what it is…after the gagamaru req my inbox was pretty stagnant in terms of new reqs so i was like ok let me just get these ones cleared out and then i’ll go back to posting my own things again as well 😭 literally the two hiori requests are from my 500 follower event so from back in JUNE like i need to wrap these up and post them 😭 but idm making the newer ones wait like they can go on the crazy oaeu ride w all of us in the meantime 😩

OMG WHO DID YOU END UP VOTING FOR (unless you want to keep it a secret because if so i understand 🫡) also omg that annoys me sm like fr a pet peeve…basically no one can see the results of a poll until they vote but that includes the creator of the poll?? so if you don’t want to skew the results you just make another option so you can keep track of the poll while it’s still open 🤩 but i absolutely HATE when people pick that option like are you seriously that desperate to know the answer that you pick the option that literally says it’s only for me?? it doesn’t matter what you put people will vote on it but it’s so annoying ughhhh i can’t stop putting it because i’m nosy and like to know what’s going on with the poll in real time but it fr irritates me that people pick it like literally just choose a random option if it’s that deep 😒 i think part of what annoys me is like it so clearly says don’t pick it…and then people still pick it…like were you all dropped on the heads as children or smth…ANYWAYS sorry i feel like i’m so chill normally but there’s random things that genuinely make me crash out for no reason 😭 ALSO POOR YUKI AND OTOYA they’re still behind the FOR MIRA ONLY OPTION (me rn: 🤬😡) atp i’m not going to do polls anymore…like damn sorry i tried to get you all involved why are you being stupid and illiterate rn

actually tbh it’s not that deep idk why it enrages me sm 😰 but uhhh i fear it does for some reason

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