#so I wanted this to feel kinda confusing and maze-like

[audrey-morgan-illustration]

Concept art from my capstone 👀 The idea was a MarioKart-esque racing game where each course is based on one of the 50 states. This would be one of the laps in the Nevada course.

[horangare]

omggg please do a part 2 to the dilf jeonghan fic

tis the season

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x college student!reader

content : smut (mdni u already know)

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

warnings : age gap (late 40’s jeonghan, early 20’s reader), daddy kink (i’m sorry but it’s also like barely there), pet names (princess, baby, good girl, slut, whore, sir), dom & sub dynamics, dumbification, teasing (dirty talk, degradation, praise), mentions of multiple orgasms, fingering, finger sucking, lingerie kink (kinda? i think?), u two want each other so bad, iseul (yeah she’s a warning in this one lol), hannie’s kinda mean but u like it

wc : 3.3K words

note : i was wondering how long it would be before someone requested this. srry it took so long omg i had no idea what i wanted to do w this i literally had like 3 diff ideas

part 1

By now, the Yoon household had become like a second home to you.

Even though it was just Iseul, Jeonghan, and that big maze of a house, it didn’t ever feel like anything was missing. Since Iseul brought you over the first time, things hardly ever changed. You’d still slept in Iseul’s room whenever you slept over (until Jeonghan made one of the guest rooms into a room for you, then the two of you both started having your sleepovers there), you still took a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen or the laundry room, and you still ended up bent over on a new surface somewhere in the house while Jeonghan had his way with you.

It was a comfortable routine. One you were upset would have to abandon for the next three weeks to drag yourself back to your dull little hometown to spend time with your family and a handful of other relatives who’s names you couldn’t remember even if you tried.

“You know you could just come stay with us,” Iseul said offhandedly one day when you mentioned how much you were dreading on returning home. The suggestion hadn’t held that much meaning when Iseul gave it, she already knew just how much you enjoyed coming over, but in that moment she had become your saving grace.

“Really? You mean it?” The girl just nodded, jumping in surprise when you pulled her into a hug and spun her around. “What would I do without you, Iseul?”

“Wow, it’s that bad, huh?” She laughed, patting you on the shoulder once you had placed her back on the ground.

“Oh please, you have no idea.”

You rode in Iseul’s car for the first time the next day. When she asked how you were planning to get there and you mentioned the countless number of times you’ve Ubered back and forth to her house, she nearly started crying and promised to drive you anywhere you wanted from now on. “Do you know how much money that adds up to? No more Ubers!”

So now here you were, in the passengers seat of Iseul’s white Honda Accord, gripping onto the handle above the door as Iseul sped down the roads with the most stoic look on her face you think you’ve ever seen. The Ubers may have been expensive, but at least they were safe. It confused you a little; you had ridden in the car with Jeonghan at the wheel before and never had an experience like this. Clearly Iseul hadn’t inherited those skills from him, but right now you were wishing she had.

“Are you alright?” She looked over at you when the car finally came to a stop at a red light. You nodded, one of your hands flat against your chest as you felt your heart threatening to beat right out of your ribcage. Iseul smiled, either ignoring the panic you were trying to hide or not picking up on it at all as she sped off as soon as the light had turned green. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, there’s way too much traffic right now and—shit!” The car lurched to a halt, both you and Iseul’s bodies jerking forward with the sheer force of the stop. “Oops, I almost hit the curb.”

You really needed your own car.

After spending the next eight minutes in Iseul’s death trap car, you pretty much threw yourself out of the seat when you saw that she was pulling into the garage to the side of the house. You considered kissing the ground, but you didn’t. Your sister was a worse driver.

“Dad, we’re home,” Iseul shouted into the warm interior of the house. There was no immediate verbal response from Jeonghan, he just snaked his way through the hallways of the space with a mug in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Hi, Seulie,” He hummed, letting his eyes wander over to you. “Hello, [Y/n].”

“Hi, Mr. Yoon.”

“How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?” Jeonghan had already started retreating back to the living room, you and Iseul followed, seating yourselves next to each other on the couch.

“It was fine. The traffic wasn’t so bad, everyone’s probably going to the airport.” Iseul hummed. She turned her head in your direction. “Dad’s happy you’re staying over. He pretends like he’s calm about it, but he giggled when I called him and told him earlier.”

Your body flushed with heat at your friend’s casual comment, your eyes flitting over to Jeonghan, who was staring down into his mug. The two of you haven’t gotten to spend much time together for a while since you were usually coming over to spend time with Iseul lately. He missed you.

“We’ll have the next three weeks to spend together, sir.” You smiled, finally getting him to look back at you. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards—he was expecting to keep that promise, but he wouldn’t say it. He would just expect you to act on it.

And you would.

You hadn’t acted on it.

A week into staying with Iseul and Jeonghan, you had spent almost every waking moment of your time with your friend. Baking cookies, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, going ice skating for the first time in your life (and having Iseul laugh at you until she cried when you ate shit on the ice over and over again), and a plethora of other festive events. You had been having such a good time with her, the promise you made to Jeonghan had let itself slip from your mind. The most the two of you could do was kiss for a few seconds before Iseul came popping up from around a corner or shouting your name to the house in hopes of a response. She was his daughter, and you were her friend, but he was losing his patience. All he wanted was some time to have you all to himself.

Maybe today he would finally get the chance.

Monday morning greeted you with a six am phone call from Iseul, which you answered, your mind and voice still riddled with sleep. “Hello?”

“So sorry to call you so early, but I am totally gonna make it up to you.”

“Iseul, what—”

“Look, I have to finish shopping for presents. I don’t know when I’ll be done, there’s kind of a lot on my list,” She explained, and you thought she was joking. It was just her, you, and Jeonghan. How long could the list possibly be? “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I was. Something else…oh! Maybe spend some time with dad while I’m away. He gets lonely, y’know. Okay, that’s all, bye!” Iseul hung up the phone before you could even process everything she had said, leaving you staring at the device in your hand dumbfounded.

“Okay.” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom (the one connected to your new room, because you were sick and tired of almost pissing yourself because you walked into the study instead) to freshen up.

Finally, you thought. Finally you’d have private time to spend, just you and Jeonghan. The time you spend with Iseul was precious to you, obviously, the girl was your best friend. But if you said the reason you had wanted to come over was just to avoid your family and bond with Iseul, you’d have been lying. You smiled to yourself, wondering what the two of you would do, and you squeezed your thighs together if it would be anything like you had come to finish your midterm project.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and peeked your head out of the bathroom, your body relaxing when you saw Jeonghan standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. You sighed with relief, bending over slightly to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and wiping your mouth.

“Do you and Iseul always wake up so early?” You asked him as he got closer. He shook his head.

“It’s usually just me that’s up at this time.” He mumbled. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Last minute shopping.” You said, finally turning your body to face his. His hands were still behind his back, and Jeonghan smirked when you tried to peek at what he was hiding. “What is that?”

“What, this?” He shrugged. “Oh nothing. Just something I picked up one day. It’s supposed to be your present, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you now, hm?”

You gasped, your heart swelling with the knowledge that Jeonghan had gone out and gotten something for you. Both of his eyebrows shot up at the excitement creeping onto your face and he quickly turned away from you.

“Or maybe I should just wait until Christmas. You wouldn’t mind, would you? I’m sure the presents Seulie got for you will be better than this.” Still smirking, Jeonghan started to walk away but stopped in place when you pulled on his arm.

“No! I’m sorry sir, really am.” You pouted, reaching to try and take the present from Jeonghan, but he easily held it just out of your reach. “Iseul will be gone for a while. It’s…just the two of us.”

Jeonghan groaned at that. He loved his daughter, but he’d gone too long without getting to have you all to himself. Turning back around, Jeonghan placed the gift in your hands. “Alright, princess. Just one condition before you open this.”

“Anything for you, sir.” You but your lip in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the response he would give you. Jeonghan leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You have to do anything I say, got that?” You exhaled shakily, but you still nodded, and Jeonghan cupped your face, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He tasted good, sweet, like hot chocolate. That’s probably what he’s been drinking in that mug everyday. When he pulled away, you whined, much to Jeonghan’s delight. “I’m not going anywhere. Go on, open your present.”

You smiled, giving your full attention to the neatly wrapped box in your hands, gently untying the silver ribbon holding it together and lifting the top of the box up. You gasped. Lingerie. Jeonghan got you lingerie. “S-sir, I…”

“Put it on for me. Right here.”

Stunned into silence by his abrupt request, your clothing was thrown to the ground with haste. Jeonghan watched you the entire time from his seat on the edge of your bed, drinking in the way you would fidget and avoid making eye contact with him. Yeah, you were a little nervous. He’s never asked you to strip for him, usually he would just rip off your clothes to avoid wasting any time. He really seemed to be enjoying the fact that Iseul was away.

“It’s pretty, sir.” You whispered, tracing your fingers over the delicate lace now adorning your skin. It was white with pale pink detailing, and the bra piece had mesh slips that went all the way around your upper body. The bottom piece was a thong with a slit at the crotch. Oh, and one more tiny little detail. It was almost entirely see through. “Did you have to get something with one of these…holes?”

Jeonghan nodded, pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. “Makes things easier,” he said, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of them circling around your wet hole. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to stop the moan that spilled from your lips when he pushed one of them inside you.

There was nothing Jeonghan wanted more than to fuck you senseless right now. He’d been holding himself back for a week. Just the sounds of your moans and the way he had to hold you down just to get you to stop squirming had his cock straining against his pants. The only reason he bothered with foreplay was so you’d take him without a fuss (and because he liked it when you begged him not to stop).

Your head fell back onto Jeonghan’s shoulder at the addition of a second finger, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open while you panted and whined. “F-Feels s’ good, sir. Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, curling his fingers up inside of you to hit that spot that had your head spinning. You’re shaking and sweating and you can’t think straight, the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingers caressing your insides forces any other thoughts out of your head. Just when you think you can’t handle anything else, Jeonghan suddenly pinches your swollen clit, the sensation making you tighten around his fingers as you scream. “Liked that, didn’t you?” He repeated the action, the corners of his lips tilting upwards when your body reacted the same way once again.

“Mmm, yeah, liked it so much, sir. Gonna c-cum, can I?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, the pleasing look on your face doing nothing but making him harder. If he didn’t need to fuck you so bad, he would’ve said no. Seeing as this wasn’t the case, Jeonghan nodded, despite wanting this to last just a little longer.

“Yeah, princess. Go ahead and cum for me.”

His permission was all you needed before you allowed yourself to fall apart on his fingers. You cry out his name over and over until you’re left breathless. Jeonghan continues to finger you until your high has passed, and once it has, he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. “Open,” he says, and you allow your lips to part enough for him to stick them into your mouth.

The taste of yourself on your own tongue and the action itself has you groaning, and you close your lips around his fingers, sucking off every last drop of your release.

“Good girl, sucking my fingers like the whore you are. I almost forgot how much of a slut you are,” This time, Jeonghan groans at your actions, pulling his fingers away. When you finally opened your eyes again, he was already naked. Oh, naked Jeonghan, one of your favorite sights, by far. Leaning forward, you ghosted your hands over the base of his cock, which had the older man moaning. “Fuck, baby, so desperate for my cock aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You fell backwards onto the bed and gazed up into Jeonghan’s eyes, holding onto his arms tightly as the tip of his cock slipped into your aching pussy. It had been long—too long—that you had gone without the satisfying feeling of Jeonghan stretching you apart and filling you to the brim, you almost forgot how good it felt. Jeonghan felt the same, he had long craved the warmth of your insides, how wet you’d get for him so easily, how you so easily obeyed his every order.

He didn’t bother to start off slow, not when he had been waiting so long to finally have you like this. His pace was rough and unforgiving, each thrust seemed deeper than the last, but still you loved every second of it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting his to be as close to you as he could possibly be. “Ah! Yes, right there, sir!” You cried, out as his cock abused your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this? Hm? When I use this tight, cute little pussy of yours?”

You nodded, the words you had planned to say dying at the back of your throat and being replaced by sounds that were a combination of grunts and moans. With one of his hands, Jeonghan held onto your face, trying to get you to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused with lust, and Jeonghan grinned at your fucked-out state.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” He groaned. “So fucking pretty, you can’t even use your words. All you can do is moan like the little cockslut you are, isn’t that right?” Just like he had done before, Jeonghan’s fingers pinched your clit, once again making you cry out with pleasure.

You tried to speak—to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but all you could squeak out were a chorus of high-pitched whines as the man above you pushed you closer to your release. He seemed to get the hint though, with the way your hole clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

“Gonna cum, princess?” You squeaked again. “Aw, I know, baby. Poor sweet thing, can’t even tell me yourself. You don’t need to ask me, since I’m sure you would’ve cum anyway. But go ahead, cum.” His tone was so mean and condescending, and that was exactly that tone that made you cum for a second time.

Not even a moment after you had cum, Jeonghan was following you over the edge, pushing his cum deeper into your pulsating core all while your spent body shuddered beneath him. He shushed you, stroking your hair to get you to become calm and quiet once more before snapping his hips forward again.

“S-sir! I’m still…” Jeonghan shushed you again, never letting up with the fast pace he had set earlier on. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin against skin being one of the only sounds in the room aside from your pornographic moans and the occasional groans or rare grunt from Jeonghan. You were so out of it, you couldn’t even stop the words that came flying out of your mouth. “D-Daddy, please…”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Jeonghan moan so loud.

“It’s alright baby, Daddy’s got you.”

The two of you continued for what felt like hours. Several different positions, a dozen more orgasms, one very long bath, and a two-hour long nap later, you could finally feel your body again. You blinked, looking around the room when Jeonghan opened the door.

“You’re awake,” his smile was gentle. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright, thank you.”

Jeonghan made his way to the bed and knelt down in front of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” The concern was written all over his face, the idea of you being in any sort of pain or discomfort would absolutely break his heart. Now you were the one smiling.

“No, never. If that were the case I would’ve told you, sir,” you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand linger on the side of his face. “I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed quietly, almost as if you were afraid to admit it.

“You’re really gonna act all shy after everything we’ve done today?” He teased you, resting his head on your thighs. “Don’t worry, princess. I love you too.”

Don’t worry princess, I love you too.

You could’ve died right then. Jeonghan’s cheek on your thigh, his breath tickling your skin, reciprocating his love for you. Nothing could be better. Just you, Jeonghan, and—

“Hellooooo? [Y/n]? Dad? I’m home.”

Iseul.

“Iseullllll!” You shouted. Jeonghan pulled himself away despite his reluctance to part from you and stood himself up right as Iseul walked into the room.

She gasped. “Dad? You’re here too? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Seulie.” Jeonghan assured his daughter, his hand on her back as he walked her out of the room. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Nothing happened to the car, right?”

“I drive fine, what do you mean? You’re mean, you know that? [Y/n] never complains about my driving.”

He spared you one last glance, and your heart skipped a beat. It was just like the last time. Except this time, you loved Jeonghan, and he loved you back.

And that was the only thing you could ever want for Christmas.

[jennapancake]

The Monsters Creator

Minho x Reader

Description: Minho's loved you since the moment he saw you. How far is he willing to go to make sure you're only his?

Warnings: Yandere themes (Yandere Minho), Female reader, Mentions of offing, possessiveness, manipulation?, pet names, Stalking mentioned, Pining, one kiss. Lmk if I missed anymore!

A/n: I haven't posted in awhile and this was kinda spur of the moment so idk. But I hope y'all like it I'm actually kinda happy with this one. Don't forget to send in requests!

Minho who fell in love hard the moment he saw you come up in the box. I mean what guy wouldn’t when he’s been starved of the company of another female for years and a gorgeous girl like you comes up, in a state of disarray and confusion. And what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on as you adjusted to this new life stuck in the maze, with all these boys. with him.

Minho made it clear he had called dibs on you from the moment you got there. No one but him could touch you. Could be near you. Could love you. Whenever another boy got close or even spoke a word to you, Minho would know. Immediately jumping into the conversation and once you left threatening the boy with a glare that usually made them cower, but on the rare chance it didn’t he’d step in. Do what he had to.

The closest a boy ever got to you was a greenie. Minho thinks his name was Spencer or Tanner or something stupid along those lines. His name didn’t matter, okay?! The boy didn’t heed Minho’s warnings, calling his bluff or so he thought. I mean what could the boy do? A lot actually.

You see Minho gained Spencer's trust, building it for months, allowing the boy closer to his friends. To you. Just for him to convince Spencer to be a runner. The boy following Minho into the maze only to be pushed against a wall and given lets say….a talking to. Spencer didn’t make it back to the glade that night and he didn’t come back the next morning either. Or the morning after that. Or after that.

Minho assumed you’d be broken, devastated even at the loss of your new found friend. He was ready to console you with open arms but all you ever did was glance at the door, your arms crossed before going on and doing your job for the day. He assumed you just knew loss was a given with the maze.

The only exceptions to the rules of no touching and talking came down to Newt, Alby and Frypan of course I mean his closest friends were the only ones he could trust. Who in a way encouraged his such strong feelings. Who he knew could keep an eye on you when he was in a maze searching for a way out, a way he wasn’t sure he wanted anymore. He couldn’t handle the thought of a bigger world outside the walls, a world you could roam without him. Could escape from him.

The next time a boy got close to you Minho was ready. He gained the boy's trust once more, letting him think he had a chance with you just to “lose” him in the maze. He was sure this time you’d need his comfort, his shoulder to cry on like you did when you first arrived at the glade. He thought you’d want him again, need him again. I mean he somehow let you get closer to this one, hoping it would hurt more than the last so your independent and tough facade would crumble and you’d fall right back to him. But this time you simply stared at the doors as they closed, you were the first one to leave each time the crowd gathered. Always sharing an unamused, knowing glance at Minho before patting his shoulder and walking away. There’s no way you could know, right?

This happened a few more times and by a few I mean about a couple dozen names were crossed off the wall just because they got too close to his girl. You may not have known it yet but you were his and the rest of the boys who had common sense knew it too. All he had to do was ask you to be his. You wouldn’t say no. You couldn’t. Minho was the boy closest to you and he knew that. You had to have fallen for him by now.

So when the next boy came and went or well was "handled". Minho decided it was time. You would be his.

“Hello, beautiful.” He wolf whistled as he walked into the little hut he had the builders make for just you. His perfect girl. The hut he knew you’d one day eventually share. “What do you want, Minho?” You rolled your eyes, an amused smile adorning your features. “Just checking in, making sure you’re alright after tonight?” He gave the best sympathetic smile he could muster which looked more like an evil smirk as he stepped closer to you. “I’m fine.” You shrug nonchalantly, the boy tilting his head in confusion.

Every boy he always let get closer and closer to you than the last but still you were always unfazed, always giving Minho that same look. “Are you sure? I know you were close with Albert.” He tried again, prying, hoping this facade he was sure you held would finally break until you sobbed to him as he held you in his arms, confessing your biggest fears to him just so he could kiss your tears away, tell you about how you always had him. How you only need him.

But instead you shrugged once more “Alvin” You corrected “And not really. Didn’t know him as well as you probably did. I mean seeing as he was your runner.” You stated, that knowing glint in your eye as you eyed him wearily, your arms crossed. “Ah I mean barely. He just started as a runner. Must’ve made a bad call on his running abilities.” He lied, horribly at that. Well I mean if he were talking to anyone else but you they may have believed it but you could read Minho like a book. With all his stalking and constant need to be near you, you grew quite intelligent on what made Minho well Minho.

“You’ve been making bad calls like that a lot recently.” You glared, amusement still in your features but different from your first amused smile you presented him at his entrance. “What can I say, Princess I trust too easily.” He smiled or more smirked at you before confusion took hold of his features as you laughed “What? What’s so funny?” He asked as you just smirked back at the boy “How stupid do you think I am?” You asked, stepping closer with every word until the boy backed into the wall behind him. “Wha- I don’t-” The boy stammered at your closeness until you cut him off with a stern finger on his chest. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you do… How you feel when you see them talk to me, when you allow them to get closer to me….when you lead them into that maze.” You state, your face inching closer to his until you're whispering the words in a faint brush against his lips to the point he’s holding his breath in fear and anticipation. “I am not a stupid little girl, Minho. And you are too grown up enough to confess your feelings, your fears instead of bottling them up and taking them out on poor boys who do not know a thing about this place.” You scolded as you stepped back from the boy, leaving him whimpering at the empty cold space that nipped his skin where your warmth used to be. “I am not your property for you to shelter and isolate. I can protect myself. I am allowed to speak with whomever I want. Be with whoever I want.” You stated once more, back facing the boy as you spoke your feelings and you were right to speak your mind. He knew that but that last sentence crossed the line. You were his. Only his.

The boy quickly crossed the room in such quick steps you didn’t even notice until the air was knocked from your lungs and you were pinned against the wall. “You are mine.” The boy practically growled down at you. “No other boy can have you. I have done all of this for you. For us.” Tears glimmered in the boys eyes as he stared down at you with so many emotions. Anger, fear, sadness, love. “You did it for yourself.” You argued back, unwavering no matter how deeply it hurt to see the boy in front of you cry, he was a monster. “I DID IT FOR US” He screamed those words once more causing you to flinch back into the wall behind you, “I did it so we could be together, just like we’ve always wanted.” He said, this time gently as he caressed your cheek, trying to ease your fear. “I never wanted this, Minho.” You whispered back only resulting in an amused scoff as the boy leaned in closer to you. “Then why’d you let it go on for so long?” He chuckled darkly as you gaped up at him. And he was right.

You had known since the beginning. You had let it go on for years and yet you just now said something. In a way you knew a sick part of you liked it. Liked knowing Minho was so possessive over you. That he wanted you, That he loved you. That he would kill for you.

“You like it don’t you?” Minho smirked, noting the look in your eyes, you shook your head, eyes pleading with him. “Darling, it’s okay I always knew you were made for me. It just makes me love you more, knowing you’re just as crazy as I am..” He smirked, “I am nothing like you.” You tried to state only for your voice to shake. “Maybe, Maybe not. But you know I know you better than anyone else here…” He began, his lips moving closer to your own as you looked up at him “and I may be a monster but you’re the reason I am one. You my love, are my creator.” And with that he finally smashed his lips against yours in a hungry, long overdue kiss which you returned immediately because he was right. You knew he was. He was a monster but so were you.

[starluvsx]

★𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count:1015

Proofread:yup

WARNINGS: insecure reader,kissing,kinda angst and fluff

A/N: this took embarrassingly long to finish😭

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"Okay so the next question is 'who was your first kiss' and what's the story behind it" Nick shouted over Chris and Matt trying to explain why fairies are and aren't real to each other.Everyone in the car immediately had their own separate reaction to this question.

Nick was smiling ear to ear, most likely because of the embarrassment that came with answering the question.matts head was down with a cringed face.me and Chris both looked at each other knowingly before my cheeks flushed and he looked away.

Once everyone had their stories in their heads we looked around for who should go first. "y/n i think you should go first" chris said with a cocky smile.

5 years ago

"ok so what do you wanna watch?" chris said as he sat down next to me on the bed.a good amount of distance between us for friends so it's too bad i wanted to be more than that.i played the lack of romance off by just ignoring it,refusing to look over at his side profile while he flicked through an assortment of movies.

"no clue, what are my options?" I asked while staring at the tv.

“Uhm maze runner ‘Nah’ nightmare before Christmas ‘ehh’ hairspray ‘YES OMG YES’ ”was how the interaction went before he clicked on the movie I wanted.

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

While watching the movie we had gradually moved closer together.not on top of each other but definitely closer than before.now I was slouched down slightly with our shoulders touching, nothing crazy i know but I’ll take what I can get.

Once we got about an hour into the movie I began to zone out.letting myself to wander in my own thoughts.watching the romance movie only made these thoughts worse. “Jesus” I muttered under my breath.

“What, what’s wrong?”he asked, looking down at me.

“It’s nothing, just movies like this always make me sad.” I replied truthfully.I knew what I was about to say but I was ok with it.he was one of the few people I didn’t mind sharing these thoughts with.

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.just one word for him but years of insecurities,self hatred and yearn for love for me.

“Cause I know I’ll never have anything like that, nobody will ever love me like that, ya know”I answered hesitantly while still staring at the tv.I had now sat up a little from the previous position I was in.being at the same level as him made me nervous especially since the topic of conversation but I had to,my back was killing me.

“Why do you think that?”Chris said with a slight laugh,as if he couldn’t believe I thought like that.now although the thought he was shook I found myself unloveable was comforting,I knew he was only being nice.

I looked at him for a second before saying what I had been thinking my whole life. “Dude I’m like the ugliest girl at school.” I answered honestly. “I mean it’s whatever, I know everyone thinks that.”I continued with a shrug at the end of my sentence.it felt weird talking about this but also for some reason, reliving.

The look he gave me after I said that wasn’t one I could describe or replicate.he looked shocked and confused at the same time almost. “I don’t think that…”he mumbled.if I hadn’t tuned out the movie long ago I wouldn’t have even heard him to be honest

“What” was all I could say.had i misheard him?I must've, right?

"I don't think you're the ugliest girl in the school, you're...you're beautiful ''he said, making me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.although i wanted to keep up my nonchalant act of not caring about what others thought,i simply couldn't.

i was shocked he had said this.my lips were slightly parted due to me knowing i wanted to say something but not really knowing what to say.i mean how does one respond to that.his eyes flicked down to my lips before the one thing i never thought would happen, happened

Before I could realize what he was about to do, the boy in front of me who I had been crushing on for like forever grabbed my jaw and connected our lips passionately.I was shocked at first but slowly melted into the kiss I had been longing to have for most of my life.

our mouths moved in sync while both of our eyes were closed.it felt like we were the only two people on the planet.once we pulled away i took a moment to look at the boy in front of me.his disheveled hair,piercing blue eyes, pinkish lips, he was perfect.i then said words i don't think i will ever forget saying. "i-i think your beautiful too"

my face heated up as i finished the story. "You guys are too cute, it makes me wanna throw up."Nick said jokingly. Normally I would respond with something snarky but if I opened my mouth i think I would burst out laughing out of embarrassment and nervousness.chris's head was just down, most likely with the same expression as me.

"We were so corny" he said, laughing as he picked his head up.although i thought the moment was really cute,it was pretty cringe when i think back on it.

"We were like 15,"I said in my own defense.

"yea and you wouldn't even get with me till like 2 years later!" my boyfriend responded.

"ok ok next story"i started with a huge smile on my face still.

[revasserium]

neverending daydreams with kenma? 🫶

reqs are open :)

neverending daydreams

kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!

he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title — what a name.

what a burden.

“was it bad last night?”

“no, not as bad… but at least it was interesting.”

“oh yeah? tell me.”

“so there was a maze, right — and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series — yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldn’t wear shoes —”

kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. they’d been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. he’s already dreading it.

“— and then i woke up!”

“aww… lame! you didn’t even make out!”

your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenma’s skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly — making out — what a thought. how gross. he’d never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.

kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth they’d even go if you were to —

“oi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“huh? you… don’t really believe that, do you?” he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.

“why shouldn’t i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.”

kenma blinks again, owlish, and he’s unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one that’ll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates aren’t all watching him like they’re in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.

“yeah but… that’s like the oldest excuse in the book, isn’t it? my dog ate my homework?”

this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldn’t.

and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what he’d been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.

“ah — i guess you’re right, but… well, if she wants to keep my notes, then that’s fine. i’ll just make another set. so…” you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, “can i borrow your notes from yesterday?”

kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive — why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with… with what yet, kenma isn’t sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes — he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes — he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes — fine.

this might be the path of least resistance but… doesn’t it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isn’t it stunting… character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and you’re stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing people’s notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyo’s homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?

“uh… sure… i guess. if you promise to give it back.” he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.

you make a noise that’s caught between a squeal and a squeak. it’s a happy sound, he’s sure.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise i’ll give it back! and my dog doesn’t eat homework — only table scraps and puppy treats — and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!”

you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didn’t have to deal with all these scenarios that don’t make a lick of human sense.

the next day, when you return his notes, it’s with a shy smile and that he isn’t entirely sure what to make of. you’d licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before you’re disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.

he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.

it isn’t until japanese literature, when he’s flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices — there’s a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and it’s a drawing of you.

kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart.

thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?

he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.

treat?

he frowns. but school lunches are always free.

his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.

his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isn’t actually hunger. it’s a wanting, a thrumming wish — pressing and feverish and — he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.

treat. lunch. sometime.

sometime. but it can’t be during school. then when?

kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.

oh. oh.

and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.

it’s saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest that’s actually more difficult than the main storyline, because he’s almost certain that he’d never signed up for this.

cold-soba with you. alone. together.

no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.

stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it “slip” that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when you’re on your first real date, kozume!

at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, there’s alway snake —

“kenma-kun! hi! sorry i’m late!”

your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.

he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops — he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh — there you are. you’re standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like… like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. you’re lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things he’d come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but you’re also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that you’d left in his notebook.

and nervousness he understands. sweetness… he understands too. to a certain degree.

“no, you’re fine… i just got here too,” he says, and it’s a not-really-lie, because he did just get here… like fifteen minutes ago. but time’s just a human construct anyway, and there’s no point in getting caught up in the semantics.

he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.

“uh — you wanna…”

you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.

“hot?” he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.

you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, you’re smiling.

“yeah, a little. it’s gonna be so gross this summer.”

“yeah, i know. i hate it already.”

he would’ve winced if it hadn’t been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadn’t thought it anything strange before now — after all, isn’t that what the internet says you’re supposed to do when you’re feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. only…

is it strange that he’d chosen your laughter?

it’d been such a simple choice, so easy to make — it was everywhere, and when it wasn’t there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.

sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.

“me too. i think i hate a lot of things but…” you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.

kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.

the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.

by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that he’s no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, it’s no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.

“see you on monday!”

kenma smiles, “yeah… sure. see you then.”

he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps — and then, you turn back around. and you’re closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, you’re falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought — the motion and e-motion of it all.

kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly… not.

you’d turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that there’s still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.

and are now no longer.

and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.

three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesn’t tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesn’t bring games with him either.

the frozen yogurt place isn’t too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.

by the time you get there, it’s getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snake’s body without it’s tail trailing across the entire screen.

“i thought you’d only be into the kind of games with like… a million levels or something.”

your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.

“oops… sorry,” you say, looking genuinely apologetic.

“don’t be. and you’re right, i do like games with a ton of levels but… things like this are fun once in a while too.”

he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that it’s unclear if he’s talking about the game or… something else entirely.

“only once in a while?” you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and it’s incredible, he thinks, the change a single week’s worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first “date” had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one — already — has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenma’s skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.

“well… maybe — i dunno…” he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, “it’s only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?”

and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence — and is he really flirting?

you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that he’d rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body — he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.

“i’m free on saturday,” you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.

he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.

“okay then,” he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and it’s easy like this, isn’t it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.

why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?

how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this — he’s sure of it now — is the entire point of the game to begin with? because don’t all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this… unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in it’s immensity that this could be something more?

something like… love?

but it’s too early for that yet, and he’s getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.

he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.

and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesn’t wait for you to close the gap between your bodies — he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.

so that’s where your noses go.

the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.

you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.

there, again, another bottle-able sound.

he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.

you are breathless, and so is he.

and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.

“oi… oi kenma-kun?”

kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“h-huh?”

your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.

your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.

“do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says —

“you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

[atierrorian]

Do not interrupt us!

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Context: You and Riddle were having a date with each other in the maze, the date being a tea party but unfortunately got interrupted by a certain duo and Riddle blows a fuse.. but luckily! You managed to have a plan B!

tw: None

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Note: Here is a little something for you guys since I had this idea in mind that kinda stuck with me for a while before I decided to actually make it! So while you guys wait for the series, you can read this for now!

Word count: 1.1k+

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What was supposed to be a lovely and nice date with Riddle, turned out to be quite a mess with a certain duo coming in and stumbling upon the date…

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All the Heartslabyul residents noticed their dorm leader being quite happier these days… Well, it's not like they're complaining, the happier the house warden is the better!

But it's just so weird to see him more lately with a smile instead of a frown on his face… It's as if fortune has been graced upon him.

And yes, it is as if fortune has been graced upon him because…

He gets to have a tea party date with his Rose! It's so rare for them to have a date with each other since the other one is busy and so is the other.

And this one time! One time they finally did get to spend time with one another! It's the best thing that could happen to Riddle and [Name]!

And Riddle wanted nothing more than this date to be perfect! He ordered Trey to make your favorite desserts and make sure everything was in tip-top shape for your guy's date.

After all, this is a rare occasion and Riddle wouldn't want anything to be ruined at all!

So everything needs to be perfect.

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As you walked into the maze, you saw a beautiful and gorgeously organized tea party waiting for you, the beautiful roses were painted in a gorgeous shade of red, the laid-out desserts, and so much more!

As you continued to admire the preparations, Riddle was in his seat, waiting for you, and was hoping you'd like decorations.

Riddle stood up from his seat and walked towards you, he got close enough and held out his hand out for you, wanting you to take his.

You gladly took his hand and walked with him, side by side, hand in hand. You couldn't help but feel flustered at this. Riddle did so much for this date and you couldn't help but feel slightly flustered at the thought of Riddle doing so much for you.

As Riddle guided you to your seat, you sat on the chair while Riddle was also seated in his. Both of you facing each other while there were desserts, teas, and treats laid out for the both of you.

"I hope you like all of this, my Rose." He said while he slightly looked away, clearly flustered as well and wanting to know what you think of the preparations.

You looked at Riddle who had a flustered face, you cleared your throat and took his hand that was on the table and gently rubbed it.

"Of course I do! This is amazing Riddle! I love how you always put so much effort and work into all of this! You have so much dedication and I love it so much!" You said as you smiled at him while Riddle became even more red if it was even possible.

"W-well, of course! If it's for you, I wouldn't mind putting more effort and work.." He slightly stuttered and took a relieved sigh as he realized you loved the preparations.

"Let's go and start our tea party shall we?" You said before taking a strawberry tart and tried feeding it to Riddle who was now beyond flustered at this point.

As Riddle was about to eat the dessert that you were about to feed him in his mouth the both of you suddenly hear a loud crash nearby, jolting both you and Riddle of the sudden noise.

"What was that?" You asked as you looked at Riddle who looked just as confused.

"I don't know." He said as he looked kinda irritated because of the interruption.

All of a sudden, Ace was running into the maze with Deuce behind him.

"HUH." Both you and Riddle exclaimed, surprised to see Ace and Deuce in the maze. You and Riddle got up from your seats before Ace crashed into the table, sending every dessert, tea, and treat flying and making a huge mess.

Ace crashed into the table and the roses.

Deuce was panting as he realized what they both had done and apologized profusely.

"AH! We are so so sorry for interrupting!" Deuce said before trying to get Ace out of the roses.

You looked at Riddle and slightly jumped back on how his face was red, he looked like he was about to blow a fuse! Deuce managed to successfully get Ace out but both had met with Riddle's wrath.

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"WHY ARE YOU BOTH HERE?!?!" Riddle shouted as the duo flinched.

"D-dorm leader, we can explain-"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

"RIDDLE NO!"

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To say the least, it was quite a disaster, Deuce and Ace got collared and the date was now in ruins, and Riddle was now sulking and you tried to comfort him with the best of your abilities.

"Aw Riddle, it's fine! We can go ahead and spend time together somewhere!" You said optimistically, but Riddle was still sulking and you patted his back.

"I'm so sorry [Name]… The date is ruined because of those idiots…" Riddle said, emphasizing the idiots.

"Now now Riddle, there's always a next time you know?" You said as you continued to pat his back.

You suddenly heard a squeak and looked down to see a small hedgehog trying to get your attention, it pawed your leg as you cooed at the little hedgehog and bent down slightly, and stretched your hand out towards the hedgehog as it gladly jumps on your hand.

"Aw, aren't you so adorable?" You said as you lightly patted the hedgehog who purred and you suddenly got an idea.

"Hey, Riddle! I think I got an idea of how to continue our date!" You exclaimed excitedly and Riddle looked at you, confused, and looked at the hedgehog as well.

"Huh? [Name] what do you mean? And why is that one out of its cage.." Riddle said but you put your finger on his mouth to shush him so that he can hear you out.

"We can always spend time together with the hedgehogs you know? Taking care of them like they are our children!" You said as you held out the hedgehog towards Riddle.

The hedgehog looked at Riddle, curiously before squeaking that sounded like it was happy, and Riddle who was now flustered at the thought of taking care of the hedgehogs with you like it was your children together.

"So come on Riddle! Let's go to where the other hedgehogs are!" You said before carefully placing the hedgehog in Riddle's hand and held his other hand gently before walking to where the other hedgehogs were.

"W-wait [Name]!" Riddle said but quickly shut his mouth, he dared not to say anything else as you looked too happy with a smile on your face, he couldn't help but smile as well.

The first date might be ruined, but there can always be a plan B~

Tadaaa!~ Here is another Riddle fanfic since I had this idea for quite some time but yea! Hope you guys enjoyed this fluff! But man ya'll are wild in those polls.

[emoreooo]

doomed valentines 🥀

aka what if kel and aubrey took over sweetheart’s castle ?

this is an au where if you interact with the keeper of sweethearts castle as anyone but omori, it unlocks a whole new optional level. you wake up in the picnic area with hero but no kel or aubrey. sweethearts castle is different and basil joins you for this level

the castle's main towers seem to have split into two, but the main building remains one, and smaller from the outside. but it turns out to be unnaturally spacious at times, as if the building was a psychological maze trying to separate... certain people apart

you find aubrey. she looks different, but happier. “it's like a princess' dream come true. it’s everything i could ever want and more.” she says, smiling at you. “now... all i need left is my lovely prince charming—”

“hey, guys !!”

enter kel.

“ugh.”

kel also looks different, if not for the fact hes wearing an obnoxious shade of pink, head to toe. he is happy to see you all. “everyone here LOVES me ! they respect me and trust me and all that kinda stuff. man, i feel so powerful ! im never leaving this place !”

that didnt seem to sit right, so hero intervened. “but.. if you stayed here, wouldn’t you miss everyone else ? omori, basil, me... mari ?”

“well, duh ! that’s why you guys will be staying with me too !”

that broke a new fight between kel and aubrey, but for the wrong reasons

it ends with aubrey dragging basil along with her, hero with kel, and you alone on the bridge connecting the two towers. you have a choice to follow one of them first. lets say, kel.

you head for kels tower and find hero talking with kel, trying to convince his brother.

“didja know ?? the sprout moles here love me so much they made me offerings, like, im a god or something ! pretty cool huh ?”

“..offerings ?”

“yeah ! oh man.. hero, youre not jealous, right ?”

“wh— no. its just.. a bit ridiculous.”

“...ridiculous ?” kels confused expression contorts into a smile, that of understanding. “i see whats going on. its okay, hero, i know its gotta be tough to be put to the side. and overlooked. bet its weird not being in the spotlight for once.”

you caught a quick flash of horror written on heros face. “kel.. are you saying this because—”

“but its ok ! as long as were here, neither of us will ever have to feel that way !”

remaining determined, hero put his foot down. “thats enough, kel. you cant stay here.”

“yea, thats a good one, bro.”

“im... serious. were leaving, kel.”

the younger boy stops laughing. ”...oh. youre— why ?”

“i dont think this place is anything like it seems. i think its a sham.”

kel barks with laughter.

“oh so when it benefits ME is it a sham. man, how selfish can you be ?”

“...what ?”

“you really cant stand it when its not all about you, huh ? but what about me ? what about kel ?”

“i-i think this place is affecting you. please, kel, listen to me.”

“no. if you wanna leave so bad, fine ! the sprout moles can send you out. but im not leaving. im happy here anyway, and you wont get it.”

with that, kel leaves you two in his tower. hero seems distracted, before suggesting you both go find basil

you head for aubreys tower, only to find a scared basil locked in a cell. upon freeing him, he stares over your shoulder.

“o-omori.” he whispers. “...behind you.”

“well, well.. well !”

enter aubrey.

“aubrey! why was basil locked in?” hero asks, perplexed.

“hm? well, he kept trying to leave! i couldnt let that happen, not when i was sharing my happiness with him.” aubrey frowns. “i thought he was my friend.”

basil looks terrified. “aubrey.. i am your friend.”

“hmhm, of course you are. friends dont leave each other behind, right omori?”

hero once again steps in. “aubrey, i think youre taking this too far. of course we want you to be happy, but kidnapping your friends isnt the way. this place is messing with your heads, so we should leave before it gets worse.”

but your path is blocked by kel in the doorway.

“that wont do.” aubrey hums behind you, brandishing her shiny pink bat. “no.. not at all. what do you think, kel ?”

“i think its rude to leave in the middle of a party. right, hero? you taught me that one!”

“kel..”

he then takes a bow as aubrey joins him. “so, friends, may we have this dance?”

“let us sweep the floor !”

boss battle mechanics !

you can not change aubrey or kels emotions even at the start of the battle. the only ones who can change their emotions are each other, so the best strategy is to adapt with your own party’s emotion play

there are 4 phases to this battle. a neutral state, tier one emotion, tier two, and lastly tier three, much like most emotion based bosses. between each phases, aubrey will make kel happier, while kel makes aubrey angrier. they are not made to have the sad emotion, however,

if you end third phase with an attack from hero, kel will start fourth phase with a depressed emotion instead of manic, giving your team good advantage on winning since he relies on speed. aubrey will still be furious, but its still one enemy disadvantaged

once you defeat them they will go snork mimi in your arms and you must carry them out of the castle and back to mari.

“aww, i guess its past their royal nap time !”

[j2d3]

Mr. Loverman | Mad hatter/ Jefferson x reader | Pt 5

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

"Wakey, Wakey girl." I hear a kinda unhinged voice say, my eyes still closed but I can feel that he's right in front of me. As I open my eyes, I see him sitting criss cross on the floor spinning a card between his fingers.

"It's Y/n, ya know." I say, sitting up rubbing my eyes, the place gets a little less blurry after a few seconds. I hear the man mutter a yea yea, as he hops up from the grounds.

Stubbly I get up from the bed, trying my best to get out of tired state. Ok recap, last night I saw the guy playing with his hat or whatever, talked to him and then I got sucked into his portal to wonderland, slept in his house and now I'm here. Quite a weird night for a weekend I suppose, the man walks out the room and I follow him out.

"So when can I get home?" I teleport to his side, watching as his eyes widen in surprise to my magic, and a grin all of a sudden splattered on his face.

"Ah so you're a witch, makes sense, only a witch could follow me in this damned place." He grabs his hat off the rack, placing it on his head.

"Technically I fell in here I didn't follow you, but whatever rocks your boat." A chuckle escapes his lips and I'm not going to lie a smirk came onto my face, there's something quite amusing about a mad man, it's fun to figure them out.

"Well perhaps we shall be on our way, I have to do something first before you can go home, and seeing as you're a witch I could definitely use your assistance."

"And that is? What are we doing before I go home?"

"Steal some cookies from the queen of course, but oh they're not just any cookies, they're magical cookies." A scoff escapes my mouth, before a giggle joins in.

"Mkay." Whatever cookies they are they better be worth it.

Time skip ~

I observe the trimmed bushes standing right in front of me, the wonderland maze, this is going to be a trip or is it?

In an instance I'm levitating off the ground, flying I guess you could call it, observing the maze in the bottom of me, turning completely invisible.

"Jeez thanks for your help Y/n, you're very helpful." Jefferson yells, "Very helpful."

I appear beside Jefferson fully visible once again, a beaming closed smile on my face. I signal him to follow me, his face yells in confusing, his eyebrows raised and his head tilted to the side a bit but he still follows me.

"So how you memorize the whole maze in a couple of seconds, are you some type of special witch or something?"

"A memory spell, for longer lasting memory that I added on myself months ago, works so well." I say boringly, stopping for a second before taking a left.

"Uh huh wel-" before he can continue I cut him off, "Why could you possibly go to wonderland for magical cookies, what's so good about them?"

"Dark one's orders, the cookies make you grow to a giant size, he wants to add it to his collection of magical items." My brows rise, why would the Dark one send Jefferson to get the cookies when he can get himself, nevertheless I shall the not question the Dark one's orders.

"Huh Okay." Once again I stop, this time stopping at a dead end, quickly I fix the situation by taking a right.

"I should warn you, Wonderland is a dangerous place, ruled by a vicious queen. We're risking our lives to get those cookies as we are going against the queen." Jefferson states, this time I stop not because of this time it's not about the maze.

"So you want me to risk my life to get some cookies from the queen so I can get back to the enchanted forest?" A large doubt enters through me like a shock of lighting, but yet I feel like I have to do this. I mean what if they kill him and his blood is on my hands, I know I shouldn't care about the man I met last night but I feel obligated do to this.

"Correct."

"Uh huh, got it."

After 30 minutes or so me and him have finally escaped the long puzzled maze, I sigh of relief and so does he.

"So what's next?" I question Jefferson, my hands placed on my hips waiting for him to answer me, I could tell he's thinking of his next steps, I hope he has a plan.

"Next we blend in, so they don't know our faces. After that we sneak into the queen's castle, specifically the basement where the cookies are." Again I am in confusion with this man, he doesn't seem to be a warlock so how is he gonna blend us in unless he has clothes to make us blend in with the crow, actually he probably does. But I'm still confused how we are going to go smoothly in the castle's basement .

Jefferson pulls out fabrics and clothing out his bag, and quickly he put a scarf around my neck and it covers my head only my face popping out of it, but noticeably. He then "disguises" himself in multiple fabrics around himself, he's definitely getting recognized.

"So how are we getting to the castle's basement, wouldn't we easily get caught just walking in?" I am replied my Jefferson's mad laugh.

"We're not going to walk into the castle's entrance Y/n, I'm mad but not stupid. We're taking the wonderland caves, we'll have someone sneak us in through there to the basement." This time instead of confuses I'm curious, does this mad man have connections through all the realms?

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"Clock? Clock? Are you there? I'm here, it's tea." Holding the torch in my hands cautiously and carefully, I quick catch on his use of the code names. It's pretty easy to detect a code, they're abnormal and out of the ordinary, sometimes they are used in words to describe a person. I can assume Jefferson's code name is tea because he likes tea, and the person's code name is clock cause they like to read the time?

Soon the caves echoes the door screeching open, quietly but easily, a man stands behind the door. only his head popping out, but he's like a human sized rabbit, that's definitely out of the ordinary but knowing how I have a talking insect in my land I don't seem to mind.

"Quick come in, can't have anyone noticing you" , "and your friend." Jefferson grabs my arm, bringing me quickly inside with him. The rabbit checked his watch shakily, his body anxiously shaking.

"Do you what you must but be quick!" Without warning the rabbit bolted out the room, leaving me and Jefferson in the basement, well what I can assume is the basement.

"Woah it was kinda easy getting in here." I exclaim looking around the room while Jefferson scans the room before searching it.

"Don't savor the moment, the queen of hearts is not to be underestimated. Now quick look for the cookies, if you see a jar of cookies that say eat me with a pink frosting there the ones."

"Okay..." I join Jefferson in searching the room, looking in every corner, trying to look for the small details even the ones that don't seem to matter.

"So who is the Queen of hearts?'

"An evil queen and witch, if we cross her she cuts off our heads even for the smallest misconceptions. Nevertheless why we shall quicken our pace my dear and look for this jar of cookies before our heads fly off our bodies." I nod in response, wondering about this queen of hearts.

A faint sound of footsteps catch my ear, all clattered at once. I look to Jefferson's direction to know if he can hear it, he doesn't at least not yet. I quicken my pace, teleporting while I'm at it.

The stomps get closer at each second, a wave of panic floods through my body yet also amusement, now Jefferson hears it. He panics looking through the the shelves, tables, and even the mess of the pile. I'm constantly teleporting, frantically searching for the jar of cookies.

3 soldiers storm in the room, Jefferson looks at the them with a hidden fear in his eyes, I stand my back to the wall. I'm invisible so they don't know I'm here, the slam of the door shutting makes 2 of the soldiers turn their backs, 1 still keeping an eye on Jefferson.

"What the hell was that?!?" One of them says, I quickly lock the door, before teleporting to the guy looking at Jefferson, knocking him out with one of the things I found while scattering the place.

Jefferson's grin reappears on his face as I make myself visible again, the two soldiers turn around, their eyes frozen for a second.

"Surprised?" In an instance I'm beside the second soldier, amused at the confusing and fear splattered on his face. Jefferson grabs the sword from the 1st soldier that got knocked out, looking at the soldier competitively.

"Ya know I've never seen gear as funny looking as yours in wonderland, your queen has set you up really." Jefferson says, eyeing the soldier in front of him. I on the other hand teleport in different places, scaring and confusing the soldier I'm battling. I've never really felt this joy in my life, I like this even though our lives are at risks right now.

A groan of pain is heard from the other soldier, Jefferson hurt him out, leaving him bleeding on the floor. Now it's us against the 3rd soldier, I knock him out but Jefferson finishes him off.

"Now I suppose we get going, don't you agree Y/nyy?"

"Definitely!" Jefferson throws the hat on the floor, slowly but quickly it opens up. Standing on top or in front of it, Jefferson holds my hand as we prepare to jump. Another stomps of soldiers fill the hallway, luckily the door is locked but that dosen't stop the banging on the door as they try to open it.

As the door swings open, me and Jefferson are already falling through the portal, holding hands tightly laughing.

Soon we fall on dirt and leaves, the hat falling and joining us on the floor too. My eyes meet Jefferson's, a look of amusement on both of our faces. Suddenly I remember something, the jar of cookies. We didn't get it, oh no what is the dark one going to do to Jefferson.

"Jefferson, the cookies!" He madly grins, laughing like I said something dumb. He then grabs something from his bag, a jar, the jar of cookies.

"I got it last minute, turns out it was hidden amongst the books.", "Ya know, You're not so bad for a partner Chesiare ." I sigh of relief, smiling back at him.

"Your not so bad yourself hatter."

As we both get off the ground helping each other up, a feeling waves through my mind. He's fun, I like him I think I wanna see him again after this. We dust the dirt and lint off our clothes, Jefferson lifting up his hat off the floor and placing it on head while I fix my dress.

As we both start to walk away from each other I stop in my tracks, turning back around.

"Jefferson." I call out to him, he then stops and looks my way.

"Can we meet again, maybe another task or something?"

"Yes we can be friends Chesiare if that's what your'e asking." I tilt my head but I accept his words knowing that's what I wanted, why I wanted to see him again. I give him a genuine smile and am received by his, I'm going to love being his friend. I walk away with a pleased feeling in my heart, for once in my life I like one of those guys from the pub.

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Authors note

Okay so I know I haven't finished the backstory yet but I didn't want to make this chapter too long, chapter 6 is going to be the last part of the backstory and then we're going back to the present. I promise not to make you guys wait too long :) I appreciate you readers and I'm thankful for all of you, have a good day/night!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Words Count: 2,732 Words

Summary: Eclipse asks Solar for help getting rid of the directives, leading to a three-man entry to Eclipse's mind.

Warnings: Cursing, Past Suicide Attempt (implied/referenced), Death (mentioned only), Near Death Experience, Caps, Screaming, Magic? (more like...well kinda like mental power? of your own mind?), Bonding, let me know if I should add anything else.

Wide Awake

“I’m giving you once chance.” Solar agreed. Eclipse gave a sigh of relief as his shoulders sagged a bit, no longer so incredibly stressed. “I won’t do this alone, though. So you better get acquainted with Ruin because you said you don’t trust Sun and Moon to take this seriously.” Solar warned.

“Anything, I don’t care. Just…Fix me.” Eclipse sighed.

“Sure. Follow me, this might take a while, so we’ll need somewhere private where we won’t be interrupted.” Solar grabbed Eclipse’s ribbons on his left wrist and brought him to a bunker, where Ruin was waiting.

“Oh, hello! Ready to assist in any way!” Ruin waved at the two of them excitedly.

“Time to remove some directives.” Solar told them, plugging the three of them into the one computer so they’d all be connected, three Eclipses fixing one Eclipse. It was a bit amusing, actually. Solar did some typing and then some more before hitting enter. “This should put us three in there, just let it pull you in.” Solar told them.

Soon, Eclipse was out first, head lolling back on the chair’s headrest and Solar then Ruin followed closely behind him, Ruin slumping forward onto the desk and Solar’s head resting forward and body leaned back in the chair Solar was in.

Eclipse swirled and felt dizzy for a minute as he seemed to wake up in a garden. A garden? Why a garden? Why was a garden in his head? Why was there a…giant…maze…?

In front of where Eclipse was laying on the ground was a maze, spindling and twisting and confusing. It looked dark in places and light in others as he stood up to try to peek above it to see where he was supposed to go. But there wasn’t a clear way to tell where he was supposed to go and it was also taller than he could jump up to see.

Eclipse kept his right hand on the wall as he slowly stepped inside the maze, cautious as he tried to find a path on the ground. There wasn’t a single direction that made sense, this place was complicated as hell. Why was his mind so fucking complicated!?

Eclipse felt his stomach throb with a sudden hunger pain. He was hungry? In his own head? What was this place and why was he smelling something sweet and really wanting it? Eclipse looked up at the dead end and found that the hedge that made up the dead end had cherries on it.

Did cherries grow on hedges? Eclipse didn’t know, but he was hungry for some god-forsaken reason. So he plucked one off and popped it into his mouth, spitting out the seed onto the ground as he swallowed the fruit's flesh.

Eclipse got knocked to the ground as the maze seemingly changed around him and the ground he was on shook a bit. Eclipse immediately let go of the stone wall and screamed at the sudden change of the darkness around him rather than the light, like the maze had gone into night but only where he was.

Eclipse backed up and ran the other direction, the darkness fading into dim light before he slammed right into something he couldn’t see, panting with slight panic at the weird ass maze changing around him. Hitting into the invisible thing has sprawled him on the floor, which looked like a mirror actually.

Eclipse slowly got up and put his hands to the mirror, looking at the reflection of the last Eclipse and Original looking back at him. Both of them, both designs, the golden Original and the red and orange backup. Both were laughing at him, which was unnerving to say the least that the reflections of his past could laugh at him.

Eclipse shoved his hand through the mirror-

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Solar groaned feeling the earth? Yes, earth, shake under him and a scream that woke him up. A maze? Of course Eclipse has a maze. His mind was a twisting labyrinth of answers and questions just like Eclipse currently was.

Solar kept his hand on the wall, making sure he was keeping track of the same side of the maze at all times. He could hear giggling ahead of him that sounding sort of like Eclipse, sort of but also…not. He kept going towards it and found a smaller orange bot that looked like Eclipse, giggling and playing in the maze and skipping around.

“What are you doing here, bud? Why are you tiny?” Solar asked. Maybe Eclipse had been made a kid by the maze?

“Don’t listen to the cherries, they're lies.” The kid simply told him before going off further into the maze.

Solar elected to follow the kid, despite how weird he was. Solar hit into a split in the maze, a four-way intersection. He listened for the giggles and followed them down the right-side path, finding the kid Eclipse prancing down through what looked like fog.

Solar headed into the same fog, seeing a swirl of memories all from a different person’s perspective, watching them intently. Did Eclipse truly have any memories of his own? These were all of the backup’s memories from other people’s perspectives.

Solar followed the giggling from the fog and then down a left into a darker fog that whispered what seemed to be Eclipse’s own memories from his activation in the daycare on. Solar knew about most of these memories, he’d been there for some of them.

“Maybe it would be better.” Eclipse’s voice swirled around him in a memory as a visual to his right appeared with Eclipse holding the wires on the back of his head, about to shut himself down. “I…I can’t do it…”

Eclipse’s voice sounded so defeated in the memory, so shockingly terrified and in tears. The memory was from when Eclipse was on the loose, before they’d went looking for him fully. Eclipse had tried to shut himself down? The memory slipped into whispers until another horrible memory inevitably swirled louder as Solar walked through the maze, keeping his hand on the wall and listening for giggles from the kid Eclipse.

“I don’t deserve help. But I need it. I can’t do this myself or I’ll just die. What if the Creator was lying? He wasn’t. He wouldn’t, he doesn’t care enough to. I have to just call him.” Eclipse’s voice swirled and the visual was a muted phone call to Moon. When Eclipse had first asked them for help.

Solar was soon out of the swirling voices and following the kid again through this twisted maze. These memories hit a bit harder for Solar to see. It proved this Eclipse was different. And, for these memories to have been shown to him and him alone, perhaps this kid he was following was Eclipse’s conscience.

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Ruin sneezed himself awake at the smell of cherries, his only allergy he’d never bothered to fix. This place was riddled with the scent. He looked up at the maze and found it was laden with the fruit. He kept his hands close and made sure to hold his nose going through, wandering through the maze to find Solar and Eclipse. They had agreed to meet as fast as possible after all.

Ruin saw shadows passing through the maze around him. It was like every time he came to a four-way, which was frequent apparently, two shadows were passing through the ways he wasn’t going. It looked vaguely like the Original and Backup versions of Eclipse.

Ruin came to a dead end with a wooden door and slowly opened the creaky wooden door from its squeaky hinges, wincing as it was probably the loudest damn thing in the maze. He looked through it, seeing a small alcove of a meadow with a reflection of all three of this world’s Eclipses there but all of them looked just a bit off. The original with one different colored eye, the backup with one ray miscolored, and the new with half his faceplate silver rather than orange.

Ruin slowly stepped through it, sudden sound hitting him as he passed through the veil on the door. The three were arguing apparently, seemingly unable to figure out who was who. Ruin could vaguely tell that this was Eclipse’s struggle with who he was. All three constantly at war and never coming to an agreement. Just like how Eclipse was currently battling with who he actually was.

Ruin saw them disappear but the voices stayed there as he went toward a door on the other side of the meadow, passing through it as the voices got left behind him and a ball of light instead appeared before him like a fairy, swooping around and jingling. The fairy swooped down and went around a corner, Ruin following it closely to keep up with it.

Ruin followed it right into a part of the maze that was long hedges of cherries on both sides that were hitting into him but he didn’t care for the feeling of the slight ‘rash’ on his casing from the allergen as he followed the fairy through the maze. This must be Eclipse’s common sense and he determined to follow it. THe fact that it went so fact was absolutely telling that this was indeed Eclipse’s common sense. Eclipse thought faster than a roadrunner, quick as a whip he was with his thoughts.

Ruin saw the fairy run right into glass wall, slipping right through and Ruin did the same as he followed it in, seeing a shattered and scattered mirror of Eclipse inside, a kaleidoscope of reflections. The fairy got slower, guiding Ruin much slower, almost as if it was finding its own bearings with all the reflections too.

The fairy finally came into a sort of clearing where he could see Eclipse. Actual Eclipse this time and the fairy buzzed around Eclipse, showing Ruin that this was the real one. Eclipse was standing in front of two mirrors with Original and Backup in them, both laughing at him as Eclipse tried to reason with them with no luck.

“Eclipse.” Ruin spoke up to catch his attention and Eclipse turned to him but not before the mirrors tilted and Eclipse’s common sense chimed and buzzed around Ruin, pushing him forward as Eclipse yelped and was swallowed into a third mirror next to the reflections of Eclipse’s past selves. Ruin ran forward down the sudden decline of the mirrors as the one Eclipse had been basically dragged into turned back like it was some kind of abyss.

“RUIN!” Eclipse screamed, held to the sides of the mirror, trying to keep himself up by the top of the mirror. Ruin reached through and grabbed Eclipse’s arms, his feet on the sides of that were stable and not apparently swallowing people to pull Eclipse up like Eclipse was falling into an abyss. The two fell onto the ground in a sprawl of limbs and the fairy jingled and chirped around them, trying to get them up to run.

Both scrambled up to their feet and kept hold onto each other as they stumbled and ran after the fairy leading them out of the glass wall again, both collapsing and panting with exertion from running and panic. Eclipse leaned against Ruin to make sure he was real, hand keeping a deep grip on Ruin’s arm, and Ruin patted his back softly, taking their time to breathe.

Ruin saw the fairy buzz in the path in front of them, leading them. Ruin helped Eclipse up and held a grip on him, unwilling to lose him as he followed the fairy. The fairy took them down winding pathways and dark corners as they made their way toward a white mist, which seemed to fix Ruin’s allergic reaction and make the itching stop on his arms.

Ruin sighed with relief that his casing wasn’t itchy anymore with ‘rash’. Eclipse held tight to his hand and Ruin wordlessly squeezed back, assuring him that he was there. Eclipse was quiet, probably startled with what had happened to say the least. Ruin wouldn’t make him talk about it. This was Eclipse’s private problems, he wasn’t privy to that information unless Eclipse wanted to tell him.

The fairy went into a darker pathway, leading them through the maze in what seemed to be the right direction as Ruin could see glow up ahead. Eclipse’s grip got tighter and he pressed against Ruin’s side as they walked and Ruin held his arm around him, keeping him close and feeling a bit safer. Eclipse seemed frightened and Ruin didn’t want that so close to the finish line.

Eclipse gripped his hands around Ruin’s body, shuddering. The mortal terror that abyss had given him was quite a scare, not to mention he already had a mild fear of the dark. He didn’t like this damn dark maze! He wanted to just wake up, but that wouldn’t fix the directives. So he sucked it up and kept walking with Ruin, following the fairy through the maze to a glowing entrance, into a clearing full of cherries and bushes, basically a skyscraper of cherries.

Ruin smiled seeing Solar come through a different path to the center. This was the center of Eclipse’s mind, and it seemed the cherries were the directives. No wonder they were everywhere.

“Ruin. Eclipse. I’m glad you two made it. Thought I might make it here alone with how complicated this place is.” Solar told them, coming over and helping them into the clearing.

“How do we get rid of this?” Ruin asked.

“I would say rip them out, but that may hurt you because it’s violent.” Solar told him.

The child Eclipse ran from the clearing Solar had come in through and the fairy from Ruin’s side of the maze both went straight at Eclipse himself. The kid and fairy seemed to meld into Eclipse, leaving Eclipse with a slightly ethereal glow as Eclipse held his head, going to his knees and curling up.

“Eclipse!” Solar held his shoulder to check on him.

“Are you okay!?” Ruin panicked, holding one of Eclipse’s arms.

Eclipse’s eyes were beaming white as his hands gripped the ground, claws digging into the earth his mind had, white cracks appearing from where Eclipse’s hands were like lightning striking the ground. The white cracks spread right for the cherry bushes and practically melted them into the ground, the cracks continuing through the paths of the maze, seeming to go after all the cherries, all the directives.

Like a light switch had been flicked, the maze’s walls started to disappear into the ground one by one, seeming to become an open meadow as the complexity melted away and the cherries disappeared, clearing. The directives had been done away with. Eclipse fell to the side on his side, groaning as his eyes faded back to their normal black, slow pushing himself up from the ground.

“What happened?” Eclipse asked.

“You cleared the directives.” Solar told him, helping him sit up and Ruin assisting on Eclipse’s other side.

“I did it?” Eclipse asked.

“You did it.” Ruin assured him.

“I get to leave?” Eclipse asked.

“We all get to leave.” Solar looked up at the door a bit of a distance away. “I think that’s your exit.” Solar told him, ushering Eclipse up to his feet. Eclipse looked at the door as it opened itself to a swirling white and he gave a small smile seeing it before taking off toward it in a run, happily melting into the swirling white as the door closed behind him and the warmth of consciousness slowly returned to him.

Eclipse gasped awake and sat up straight, panting like a nightmare had been had. Next to him Ruin and Solar roused and Solar groaned softly as he came back to himself, Ruin blowing a sigh from his fans as he came back online first. Solar picked his head up and Ruin looked over with a smile at Eclipse, patting his hand as Solar disconnected himself then Eclipse and Ruin from the computer.

“I’m proud of you.” Solar told him. Eclipse felt warm at that, a smile blooming on his face as his chest welled with warmth that wasn’t dulled with a cold feeling behind it from the directives for the first time.

“Thank you. Both of you.” Eclipse told them both.

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 31 of 35 | masterpost

word count: 3165 | ao3 link | fic's playlist

What was the point of resisting, anyway? I wanted nothing more than to embrace the tension that had been building up inside of me for months. Ever since he’d kissed me at Leanne's party, his lips had been nothing short of sweet. If Dave was like the moon, dark, deep, and captivating, James was like the sun; warm, calm, and comforting. I needed that sweetness. I needed that warmth.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, mxf sex, unprotected sex

✧ bring back to you a piece of my broken heart, i'm ready to surrender ✧

The next day was a total whirlwind for the boys, just like the one before. Getting ready for the night's gig kicked off early; they had to settle into the hotel, run through the setlist, do the soundcheck, help setting up the stage and handling all the tech stuff. Luckily, I got the easiest part; while the guys tackled all the heavy lifting, Leanne, Pat, and I decided to wander around the city, soaking in the sights of Milan. I'd been to Italy a few times with my parents, but exploring the tourist spots without them was a whole new experience, fun in its own way.

And, you know, I was kinda relieved not to be hanging with James during the day. Thinking back to the heartfelt words and secret kisses we'd shared the day before threw me for a loop of emotions I wasn't totally ready to ride. I had no regrets, but I felt a certain guilt creep in - guilt for letting myself fall for him while my heart was still on the mend from my last breakup, guilt for giving in to my attraction while he was still tangled up with someone else. So, my plan? I thought I'd let him figure things out with Pat first, and then we'd see how the chips fell. Things had to get simpler one way or another, right?

As the sun dipped low, the three of us bounced back to the hotel to switch up and hit the concert scene. When we rolled in, spotting the guys was like searching for a needle in a haystack - backstage was a total madhouse, gearing up for the show kick-off. The gig itself was killer, as per usual. Post-show, we all huddled up in the dressing room, laughs and drinks flowing like it was nothing. I kicked back, grinning a bit, soaking in the scene. Seeing my friends so pumped was a blast, and being on this tour, witnessing the band's growth, was seriously mind-blowing.

I shifted my eyes away when a hand grabbed mine, and there I was, face to face with James, his hair all wet from just stepping out of the shower, wearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

“C'mon,” He gently tugged at me, and I blinked, a bit confused, but went along with it.

“James,” I chuckled, trying to figure out what was going on, as he started pulling me through the backstage maze. “Where are we headed?”

“Just roll with it for a bit, okay?” he said, his voice giving away the smile on his face as he quickened his pace. I chuckled softly, not sure how to react, but I stuck with him, his firm grip holding onto my hand. We strolled a bit more until we hit a pair of doors, which I knew would lead us outside.

“Okay, what’s your plan?” I giggled, slowing down as we stepped outside, the cool night air making my skin tingle. He stopped, turning to face me with a grin, resting his hands on my shoulders and giving them a gentle caress.

“I don't know,” he chuckled, his cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling as he looked at me. “I just wanted to be with you. Just you.”

I gazed at him, feeling my face heat up as my heart raced. He slowly caressed my arms, his hands sliding down until they found mine, his fingers weaving through mine as he drew closer. I sighed, my eyes fixed on his lips, savoring the smile that kept showing up on them.

Oh man, I really wanted to kiss him.

I sighed, looking up and locking eyes with his blue gaze, sparkling playfully like he could read my mind. My whole body warmed, a thousand butterflies in my belly when I realized he wanted some alone time, just us, away from all the noise and prying eyes.

"I know a spot," I whispered.

We strolled for a few minutes until we hit a bustling commercial street, packed with street food stalls, small bars, cafes, and clubs that pumped out various types of music. I'd wandered through there earlier with Leanne and Pat, picturing how lively it would get at night. I was spot on; even though it was a bit late, the street was buzzing with tourists and locals soaking in the scene.

“Didn't know you knew your way around the city,” James mentioned as we casually wandered down the street, blending in with the crowd, the tempting smells from food joints and stalls making my stomach growl a bit.

“I don't,” I chuckled. “I've only been to Milan with my parents once. I took a stroll with the girls around the city today, too. Figured you might have wanted to check out a bit of it.”

“You didn’t get lost, not even once. I didn't think you had it in you,” he mentioned, and I burst out laughing.

“I guess I picked up navigating on my own after living solo in LA,” I said, a wistful smile tugging at my lips. My stomach rumbled softly again, diverting my attention from my thoughts for a moment. “Hey, wanna grab something to eat?”

We hit up a few stalls, snagging more food than I thought I could handle, but, unlike me, James had a killer appetite. I grinned watching how pumped he was to dive into all those new foods; we sampled arancini, panzerotti, and capped it off with gelato, all while chatting softly about anything and everything. James's presence made it easy to shove aside, even if just for a minute, the waves of sadness that had been my company for the past weeks. It felt good being with him; in those moments, it almost seemed like nothing in our friendship had changed.

After we were done eating, we figured a leisurely walk along the street would be the move, soaking up the glow of the streetlights dancing on the canals as boats filled with tourists coasted by. Eventually, we hit up one of the boarding points and spotted a short line forming for one of the last boat rides of the night.

“Hey, wanna hop on one of these?” James asked, clutching my hand, eyes gleaming with excitement. I chuckled.

“Sure, why not? Let's give it a shot.”

We hopped in line and snagged a spot on one of the boats, big enough for around 20 people. Despite its size, maybe due to the time, only a handful of folks hopped on for the tour. We snagged seats at the back, soaking in the city views cruising by at an easy pace. I let out a sigh, feeling my cheeks warm when I noticed the heat of James's hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. I glanced up, my heart doing a marathon as I locked eyes with his gaze full of pure adoration; if this was the way we looked at each other, it's no wonder everyone noticed how much he was into me, how much I was into him.

We strolled back to the hotel after our quick tour, talking and sharing soft laughs. James slung his arm around my waist, pulling me close, but I was cool with it. I was happy — happy and at peace. So happy that I pretty much forgot about Pat's existence until we rolled into the hotel lobby and bumped right into her. Her eyebrows shot up in shock and confusion when she saw us coming in together.

She must’ve been up waiting for us — waiting for him . We didn't get a chance to compose ourselves, to hide the way our eyes lit up when we looked at each other, the smiles full of pure adoration plastered on our faces, our fingers tangled in a way meant only for lovers. We could only freeze, too perplexed, too intoxicated by each other's presence to do anything. I could see her eyes flitting from me to James, slowly catching on to the implications of what she was witnessing, before she hightailed it out the hotel door without saying a word.

“Shit... Pat, wait!” James let go of my hand, taking two strides toward her, but she didn't halt. He glanced back at me, concern written all over his face, and said, “I'll just make sure she doesn't get hurt. I'll be back soon. I promise.”

“Okay, just go!” I blurted out, my stomach churning, not out of jealousy or envy, but pure regret. I shouldn't have tagged along with James, shouldn't have tangled myself up in his relationship. I should've held back, but in those few hours, I was so damn happy for the first time in months that I completely forgot about anything else. A wave of guilt crashed over me, discomfort creeping up in my throat and stomach. Good Lord, what a shitty person I was. No wonder Dave had fucking left me.

I headed up to my room, hopping into the shower for a hot bath to ease, at least a bit, the whirlwind of regret swirling around me. Once I was done, I swapped clothes and flopped onto the bed, craving some solace in the cozy blankets. Nestling in a bed after a night on a rocking bus made me realize how damn tired I was; I dozed off soon after, slipping into a dreamless, deep sleep that at least offered a brief escape from my thoughts.

I jolted awake with the sound of insistent knocks on the door. I practically hurled myself from the bed to the floor with a grunt, my eyes still weighed down by sleep. As I staggered up, I checked the clock on the bedside table – 3:15 in the morning. It took me three tries to slot the key into the lock, but I eventually cracked the door open, a yawn stubbornly trying to break free.

“Hi,” James greeted me. He looked more wiped out than I did, dark circles under his eyes shouting that he probably hadn't caught a wink of sleep. “Hey, what's wrong with you?” he asked as I propped myself against the doorframe, appearing on the verge of collapsing.

“I’m sleepy,” I grumbled. “You woke me up.”

“Shit, sorry. Can I come in?”

I nodded, stepping back to let him into the room and closing the door shortly after. I went to the bathroom, turning on the tap to wash my face and brush my teeth, which helped shake off some of my sleepiness. When I returned to the room, I popped open the minifridge and snagged some water before joining James, who had settled on the edge of my bed.

“Are you okay? You look tired,” I murmured, my voice still raspy from sleep.

He nodded, seeming a bit out of it, running a hand across his face with a sigh.

“I broke up with Pat,” he mumbled, furrowing his brow and glancing up at me. “Just got back from the airport; she wanted to go back home. Lars is gonna murder me when he figures I blew part of our fee on her ticket,” he tried to make it sound like a joke, but I could tell he wasn't very thrilled about it either.

“Are you sad?” I asked, and he shook his head with a bitter grin, eyes dodging mine.

“If I admit I'm relieved, will you think I'm a scumbag?” he asked. I stared at him for a moment, my face warming when his hand sought mine, holding it gently.

“Then we're both scumbags,” I replied in a hushed tone, and he swiftly raised his gaze to meet mine, confusion tinting his blue eyes. I furrowed my brow, feeling a discomforting burn in my eyes as tears started to well up. “It’s just… I just screw everything up, don't I? First, my relationship, and now yours…”

“Don't say that,” he whispered, bringing one of his hands to my cheek, caressing the soft skin slowly before pulling me closer, his lips meeting mine in a kiss. I sighed, a mix of anguish and desire swirling within me as he pressed his body against mine. “Please, don't say that.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a small gasp of surprise when he held me tightly, laying me on the bed, his body over mine. I sighed, my heart racing as he kissed me, his fingers entwined with mine while he pressed my hand into the mattress.

“James…” I murmured, letting out a small moan. “James, I can't... I can't do this. If we go through with it, there's no turning back…”

“You think there's still turning back for me?” he whispered, hoarse, his lips moving to my neck, leaving small bites that made my body shiver. “I want you too much. I can't go back to what it was before,” I sighed as his kisses slowly traveled up my neck until he nibbled my earlobe lightly, whispering in my ear, “And I don't want to.”

I sighed as I felt his lips travel from my ear to my cheek, and then to my mouth. What was the point of resisting, anyway? I wanted nothing more than to embrace the tension that had been building up inside of me for months. Ever since he’d kissed me at Leanne's party, his lips had been nothing short of sweet. If Dave was like the moon, dark, deep, and captivating, James was like the sun; warm, calm, and comforting.

I needed that sweetness.

I needed that warmth.

I buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back. He groaned, satisfied as I welcomed him, and let his tongue explore my mouth, his hands wandering under my shirt. I could barely think, just feel the weight of his body on top of mine. God, I wanted him so much. How long had that desire been growing inside me? I had wanted that, deep down, for longer than I would ever have allowed myself to think.

He broke the kiss, sitting back with his knees around my waist and taking off his shirt. I shivered, anticipation coursing through my veins, my whole body burning as we looked deeply into each other's eyes, both the same shade of blue. His blond hair fell over his shoulders as he placed his hands on the mattress, one on each side of my head. I traced my fingers over his chest slowly as he lay back on top of me, his lips crashing against mine as if he couldn't stand to be away from my kiss. He pulled down my pants, his hardness pressed against my thigh, a low moan escaping my lips.

No turning back, I thought. But I don't want there to be.

I unbuttoned his pants, quickly pulling them down. He helped me, pulling away from our kiss again as he removed them, and then his underwear; I blushed, a small sigh escaping my lips when I saw him naked for the first time, his slender body rising again over mine. He ran his thumb over my lip, slowly, and then moved his hand to my T-shirt. I lifted my torso so he could take it off. He caressed my collarbone as he looked into my eyes, my lips slightly parted as I felt my face heat up.

There was something strangely vulnerable about being naked in front of him; about letting him see me whole, about seeing and feeling his body for the first time. He looked at me, hesitant, as if asking for permission. I placed my hand on his shoulder, then brought it to his neck and pulled him closer. He kissed me again as he slid into me, slowly. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my whole body heat up.

He held onto my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving against mine as he moved inside me, at first in an agonizingly slow pace, but then faster and faster until he reached a steady rhythm. His kiss, so firm, became erratic as low, hoarse moans escaped from his lips. I breathed quickly as I felt pleasure fill my entire body, embracing him tightly, his large frame pressed against mine.

I wanted to melt under his touch, to become a part of him forever. I loved him so much right then that I could have died right there — and I would have died happily.

I moaned his name as I arched my back, pleasure and devotion filling my entire body. He pulled away from our kiss, panting as he gripped my waist hard enough to bruise my skin, pulling me closer so he could reach deeper inside me. It hurt a bit, but it was also so good that I couldn't even care. I felt the tension build in my womb, moaning loudly as he started moving even faster.

“James... I'm so, so close…” I half-moaned, half-sobbed, my legs trembling as I held onto his arms tightly, “James, oh shit, please, harder… ”

James closed his eyes, low moans escaping his lips as he lifted my legs, wrapping them around his hips, pushing into me forcefully. He buried his face in my neck as I dug my nails into his back, my whole body shaking as he moaned my name in my ear.

I couldn't hold back any longer; the knot in my belly unraveled in deep contractions that pulled him further inside me, devouring him completely. He shuddered, moaning loudly as he climaxed inside me, filling me up until there was nothing left, only our exhausted bodies, wrapped around each other as the waves of pleasure overcame us.

I let out a low sigh as he pulled out, lying on his back beside me, running a hand through his hair. I turned, lying on my side, watching his face as he looked back at me, his eyes out of focus as he tried to steady his breath.

“Can I crash here tonight?” he asked, breathlessly. The question caught me off guard, and I burst into a surprised laugh. I nodded, and he stretched with a grunt. “Oh, thank goodness. I'm so beat. C’mere.”

I chuckled softly as he pulled me closer, giving my cheek a light peck before pulling the covers over us. I sighed, realizing that I, too, was tired. I knew that soon I'd have to let myself process everything that had happened that night. That after feeling James's touch, after surrendering myself fully to him, the mourning for my relationship with Dave was about to get even more complicated.

Maybe I should've waited. Maybe I shouldn't have even hopped on this tour. But none of that mattered now, did it? I could figure out these feelings in the morning. Right now, all that mattered was the boy beside me, softly snoring as he held me close, the memory of his touch still vivid — and my heart, feeling more alive after being with him than it had in months.

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sunset in the maze (ch. 2)

series: persona 5

pairing: makoann

words: 5,123

chapter 1

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Ann treats Makoto to a day of shopping as an apology for her drunken mess the night prior.

As it turns out, Lala-chan had been right. Ann woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit.

Memories of the night before, infused with nausea, stomach pain, and a throbbing migraine, was the recipe for one very hungover Ann Takamaki. A dangerous tingling sensation flitted on her tongue and she scrambled out of her twisted sheets to find the toilet, before violently hurling into the bowl. The aftertaste of last night’s alcohol stung her throat and lingered on her tongue, causing her to wretch even moreso.

After throwing up for ten minutes straight, she pushed herself up from the toilet and lethargically made her way to the mirror. Her hair was a mess, blonde locks tangled and sticking upright in some places. Her scarlet eyeshadow and black mascara smudged together, giving her the appearance of a bloodshot raccoon - the consequence of completely forgetting to take off her makeup last night. There were bits of red lipstick staining her front teeth.

The picture of sophisticated grace, I guess. 

And then she remembered the date she made with Makoto.

Really, she didn't want to go anywhere today, especially not after puking her brains out, and especially-especially not after the combination of confusing feelings the night prior, and even worse confusing romantic dreams. But thinking back to Makoto's dejected expression after Ann bolted on her, the pangs of guilt sank in. It wouldn't be fair to ditch her, not after she went out of her way to bring Ann home, when she was at her lowest.

Do it for her.

Wobbling back to her mussy, full sized bed, she nabbed her charging phone off the bedside table and hovered a finger over Makoto's old number in her contacts.

Wait. 

Old number?

Doubt set in Ann's mind. They hadn't properly exchanged phone numbers last night - there's a high chance her phone number changed sometime in the past few years. Ann's number was certainly different, after all the phones she's gone through. It would be all too easy to just dismiss the whole thing, ignore the potentially defunct number in her phone and let these ships pass in the night.

But the bigger part of her didn't want to. 

So swallowing any lingering anxiety, her finger moved directly to the call option under Makoto's name, and pressed it. 

One ring. 

Two rings.

Three rings. She was getting nervous.

…

“Hello, Niijima speaking?”

To her relief, it was Makoto's recognizable voice on the other line, and not some random stranger.

“Oh thank god, this is still your number. I got worried that you had changed it.” 

Makoto chuckled.

“Oh, it’s you, Ann! No, it’s still me. I haven't switched phones for a long time actually. I've had this one since….. I don't even remember.”

“That's crazy, I feel like I have to get a new one every year at least!”

“Every YEAR? Ann, just what are you doing to those poor phones?!”

They both started giggling, and Ann felt normal again. It was almost like old times, when they would call each other on school nights; Makoto's attempt to help her study, slowly turning into a three hour chat about everything and anything. It was a much needed reminder that they were still friends, despite the time and distance. 

She had no idea how much she missed this.

“Okay, Okay. My dubious history with abusing cell phones aside, did you still want to hang out today?”

Ann bit her lip for a moment, suddenly self conscious of her request.

“I-If not though, no worries! I know I kinda sprung that on your fast last night, and I was barely sober and a hot mess and-”

Before she could keep rambling, Makoto gently cut her off.

“Hey, slow down! I already said it's okay, and I would love to hang out with you.”

There was a noticeable warmth in Makoto's voice, that Ann could practically see the smile on her face as she spoke. That was another thing Ann missed about Makoto, was how warm of a person she was - almost doting sometimes.She was a younger sister, yes, but she never acted like a typical younger sibling would. Instead, she was the opposite; motivating her friends and peers to do what’s right, assisting them with their life problems, being a caring presence in their lives.

Another item to add to the list of reasons why Ann admired her so.

“Ann? Are you still there?”

Without realizing it, Ann had been sitting in silence for a whole minute, a dumb smile plastered across her face. Embarrassed, she hastily made an excuse for her inaction.

“Sorry Makoto! I, uh, bumped the mute button by accident! Yeah. But I was saying, do you wanna meet at the mall in an hour? I know you have dinner with Sae-san later, so I don’t wanna keep you out all day.”

Now it was Makoto’s turn to be silent for a beat.

“...Y-yeah, let’s do that! What entrance should I meet you at?”

“Hm… The one near Chloé?”

For a brief moment, the sound of a keyboard  in the background filled the silence on Makoto’s end.

“Chloé… Where is Chloé…” She mumbled to herself, sounding focused. “Oh, so it’s right off that street by the Chiyoda line…”

Ann blinked, wondering if Makoto had never been to the mall before.

“Okay, I found the place you’re talking about, I’ll meet you in front of that store at noon?”

“Sounds good Makoto, see ya soon!”

After hanging up the phone, Ann let a small sigh escape her lips, mentally patting herself on the back for making it through the call.

This will be fun! This. Will. Be. Fun…right? I hope?

With a time limit of forty minutes to ready herself, she shuffled back to the bathroom for the world’s quickest shower. Managing to finish in only eight minutes - a personal best - she dried off, applied some lotion, and spent several minutes blow drying her huge head of hair. When it was sufficiently dry enough for her liking, she tied it into a high half-ponytail and headed to her closet.

Getting dressed was normally a coin flip for Ann; picking something at random and coordinating from there. However, today needed to be different. After making a drunken fool of herself yesterday, she needed to prove to Makoto - and the rest of the world - that she was a completely put-together adult who could make responsible choices. After ten minutes of deliberation, she settled on a puffy red crop top blouse, a silver belly chain adorned with stars, a pair of light denim flare jeans, and her signature red pumps. A throwback to an era of fashion past, but still chic and cute.

She stepped back into the bathroom, facing the mirror, and contemplated how she would do her makeup for the day. Popping open her pink striped makeup bag, she whipped out her tools and got to work, starting with primer and powder, applying highlighter and contour to her cheekbones, drawing a sharp wing on each eye with black liquid liner, and finishing off with a glossy, bright red lip.

A quick time check revealed it was 11:23am, meaning if she left for the train now, Ann would get there at almost exactly noon. 

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, and grinned. It was always a fact she never paid attention to, but standing in front of this mirror, admiring her outfit and makeup, excited to actually spend time with a friend for the first time in a long time, she felt like herself. Makeup and fashion were her passion, and every time she modeled, every time she put together a matching look, or painted her face differently, it filled her with an almost overwhelming euphoria. She couldn’t help but smile.

Oh shit, I’m getting distracted. I gotta go!

.

Twelve o’clock sharp, and Ann sat on the ornate bench outside the entrance, waiting for her friend to appear. A mix of nerves and excitement bubbled in her stomach, as several couples, families, and teenagers passed her by. It was impossible not to stare at the live clock on her phone, counting the minutes until Makoto’s arrival. She fidgeted with her hair as she waited, impatiently combing through it with her left hand.

Makoto was never one to be late - ironically, lateness was typically Ann’s thing - so the fact that it was 10 after twelve and she still hadn’t arrived, concerned her a bit. She tapped on her recent calls and one again, hovered her finger over Makoto’s number.

I mean, it’s only been ten minutes. Is it creepy if I call to check on her?

Thankfully,  a call icon from Makoto popped up on her screen at that moment, the familiar instrumental tune to her favourite pop song playing briefly through the speakers until Ann picked up.

“Makoto? Where are you?”

“Hi, sorry Ann! I think I went to the wrong place earlier, but I see the sign for Chloé’s and I’m walking up to you.”

“Oh perfie!I’ll see you in a minute!”

Ann hung up the phone, quickly turning to the glass door of the store to check her hair and makeup one last time. She really wanted to make a better impression than she did yesterday, feeling remorseful for putting Makoto through that. So today she wanted to look her best, and be her best.

Is it normal to be this obsessed with it though?

“Hey!” Makoto’s voice echoed behind Ann, causing her to shift her glance from the glass window to the sidewalk behind her, and found Makoto in a black blazer, white satin undershirt, and a pair of black trousers. Her hair, though shorter, tied up in a simple bun and out of her face. Just like their first reunion, she looked very official, but very attractive.

Whoa.

“Hey Makoto! I’m glad you found it okay!”

“...Yeah, truth be told, I have just never been to this mall before. It’s…” Makoto started, facing away from Ann. She seemed distracted by… something - Ann couldn’t tell what though. 

“...Well, it’s a little gaudy.”

Ann stifled a laugh; It was a very in-character thing for Makoto to say. She knew Makoto was never one to go to trendy places as a teenager, being so invested in her studies for the sake of pleasing the adults around her. Now that they're adults, however, they have more time to themselves, and can live a little.

“Yeah, it’s definitely on the more extravagant side, but I promise you it’ll be fun inside. C’mon!”

Ann grabbed her friend by the arm and walked her inside the glass doors. The interior of the mall was very elegant, with golden-tinged lights glowing down on cream walls and slate patterned floors, and dozens upon dozens of stores, ranging from high end fashion, to flower shops, to game stores, and beyond. This was the atmosphere that Ann lived for, though she couldn’t fully say the same for Makoto. She hoped that this would still be something she would enjoy regardless.

Makoto looked overwhelmed as they walked down the expansive halls, passing by pairs of escalators, kiosks, and small food and coffee stands. If she had to guess, she’d think Makoto had never been to a mall before, period. If that was the case, Ann admitted to herself this may not be the best starting place for her. Oops.

Gah, I hope she isn’t too overwhelmed. I did NOT think this through.

“Wow, there are… quite a few places to go here, huh?”

“Yeah, maaaaybe just a few,” Ann joked. “But, on the bright side, this place has pretty much any store you can think of! It’s a tourist spot, so they have a little of everything. They even have a full fledged gym here.”

“A gym? Inside a mall? That seems a little much, doesn’t it?” Makoto snickered.

“Yeah, true. But this is technically a mall for tourists, so I suppose they want to include anything that’ll appeal to them.”

Makoto raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Soooooo, a gym is the best they could come up with?

“I have no idea.”

The two burst into giggles, walking arm in arm down the mall corridor.

.

“By the way Makoto,” Ann started, settling down as they browsed, “What do you usually wear when you go out with friends and stuff? I feel like I’ve only seen you in work clothes.”

They were inside their first clothing store of the day, one specializing in high fashion branding. It was a brand Ann wore somewhat frequently, yet rarely shopped for. Many refined stripe patterns, shawls, and wedges for the sophisticated lady. Makoto browsed the wall racks, seemingly deliberating on whether any of it appealed to her sense of style.

“Well… Honestly I don’t really go out much outside of work, so I usually just throw together a good outfit from what I have?” Makoto nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, peeking up at Ann. “It… Doesn’t look bad, does it?”

Ann’s pulse shot upwards in a matter of seconds. Something about how earnestly worried Makoto seemed about this was so endearing to her. She also could not be more wrong about herself!

She’s absolutely gorgeous, what the hell is she talking about?!

“No, no, not at all! I didn’t mean it like that!” Ann apologized, waving her hands erratically. “You actually look really good in suits and blazers! I was just curious, sorry.”

Makoto sighed. “No, it’s okay Ann. I think I just feel better about myself in these clothes.”

Ann raised her head, giving Makoto her full attention.

“They remind me that I’m successful and doing something I love, and that it’s something for a good cause as well. I have some casual clothes, but I guess… I just feel better like this. Is that weird?”

Huh. That’s a really interesting way to put it, I never thought of clothes like that before.

“No, not at all. I sort of get it - like there are some clothes that when I wear them I feel more empowered, and more like myself. I think it makes sense.”

Makoto’s face relaxed a little with the confirmation. “Thanks, Ann.”

The two continued browsing the store for a few more minutes, before returning to the mall portion and making way to their next stop.

.

“So, can I ask you a question Ann?”

Ann poked her head up from a colourful rack of dresses in the middle of the store - this one being a gown-exclusive business, with dresses for all occasions.

“A-and if it’s too personal, you don’t have to answer, but…”

Ann’s stomach dropped. She had a feeling of what Makoto’s question was, and she honestly wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to answer it. 

“Did something happen last night?”

There it was.

Flashes of her recent breakup passed through her mind, and the nauseating, confusing feeling resurfacing beside them. Eyes flickered attention from Makoto’s crimson irises to the geometrical patterns on the floor. She really did not want to relieve the emotions she felt last night, the ones she tried desperately to drink away.

But Makoto deserved an answer - it did no one any good to hide something like this from a friend.

Friend…

“Okay so… Not to make a big deal of it or anything, but I kiiinda got broken up with yesterday?”

Makoto nearly dropped the dress she was looking at.

“What?! Oh, Ann…” Makoto cooed, immediately hanging up the clothing and rushing to Ann’s side.

Don’t cry.

“It’s fine! Really, we just…”

Don’t cry.

“...We weren’t compatible with each other, that’s all.”

Don’t. Cry.

“Ann, you could have told me! No wonder you seemed so miserable last night!”

Makoto frowned, wrapping her arms around Ann’s side in a comforting hug. Ann barely moved, trying desperately to stop her brain from reliving the last twenty four hours, and also from breaking down in a public shop. Still, the embrace left her weepy, and she needed to leave this store before everything came crashing out.

“Here, can we go to the bathrooms and talk? I really would prefer not to make a scene.” Ann rasped, the sting of tears quickly appearing at the corners of her eyes. Makoto immediately let go, nodding and walking with Ann out of the shop, and down the mall gallery towards the restrooms. There was one single-use bathroom open, and Makoto guided Ann towards it. As soon as the click of the door lock was audible, Ann cracked. Tears stung her eyes, small hiccups escaped her mouth, forced to reminisce about the hurt she felt, how broken she felt.

“Makoto, have you ever felt like you’re broken?”

The question surprised Makoto, the concern in her expression growing. It was such a stupid question, in Ann’s mind, but she needed an answer, one from someone she knew and trusted.

“I mean… I used to, but why do you ask?”

Ann sniffled, hesitating to continue. The intellectual part of her knew that Makoto wouldn’t judge her, and would be supportive no matter what, but her emotional brain played the devil on her shoulder, telling her Makoto would think it’s stupid. She desperately tried to push that though aside, and allowed herself to continue.

“Okay, so. This is gonna sound really stupid, and I’m sorry, but… He broke up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Makoto’s face shifted instantly, from relief into disgust and anger.

“That’s all? He broke up with you over something so petty as that? I’m sorry, but that’s awful of him. That’s not on you.”

Ann bit her lip, grateful that Makoto was actively defending her, and yet feeling guilty all at the same time. It enveloped her.

“Except… It isn’t just that guy… He’s the third guy who's broken up with me over that.

“Third?!”

She winced. “I mean, if it was just one guy I would understand. Men can be stupid and misogynist and sex-obsessed. But I mean…after three breakups in a row, I dunno. You start to feel like you’re the problem. And I just can’t understand why intimacy is such a problem for me!”

And the concern returned to Makoto’s face tenfold.

“Oh, Ann, that’s just horrible. I’m so sorry.”

Ann started crying all over again, covering her teary face with her hands. This whole ordeal was humiliating, and having to relieve it with the friend she just reconnected with even moreso. Crying in a mall bathroom was also a contender for top ten lowest moments, for sure.

“Listen, Ann, that still doesn’t make you broken, by any means. I mean…”

Makoto fidgeted for a moment, staring down at her hands.

“... I-If it makes you feel better, I’ve also never slept with a guy.”

Ann’s head shot up from its spot in her hands.

Makoto may have dealt with the same thing I’m dealing with?!

Still staring at her hands, Makoto’s face flushed severely.

“Wait, so that means… You’ve been through this too?!”

Makoto made no eye contact, just nervously nodding her head.

“Though I, uh… I-It might not be the same thing you’re going through… but I have dealt with something similar in the past.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Ann looked at Makoto with worry, she seemed awfully nervous about where this conversation was going. She slowly reached out a hand to Makoto, as if to say ‘You don’t have to say anything you don’t want’. Still, Makoto took her hand and grasped it tightly.

“Listen, Ann. I’m telling you this because I trust you. I don’t know if it’s the same thing you’re going through or not but…”

The tension buildup only served to make Ann more anxious about what was to be said.

“It’s okay, Makoto. Whatever it is, I won’t be upset.”

“... I’m a lesbian, Ann.”

Pause.

Pause.

Makoto was gay? This… was news to her. When they were in school, she thought she had a thing for Akira. Was Ann just imagining it? I mean, Ann was her self-proclaimed best friend for years, when did she come out? Was Ann just too unaware to notice? Was she a bad friend? These thoughts plagued her mind at a million miles a second. 

Then she recalled her messy feelings from last night, how good Makoto smelled, how beautiful she was - and is - how cool it felt riding behind her on a motorcycle, clutched to her waist for dear life, and her sanity crumbled.

“ O-Oh! Makoto, that's great!” Ann started, not exactly sure where she'd be finishing. “I'm sure you must feel much better without men in your life!”

Makoto eyed her curiously. “Thank… you? I am?”

Ann grew quiet for a moment, not able to bring herself to meet Makoto's gaze.

“Um… I hope I’m not one of those ‘bad allies’ for asking this, but how did you know?”

Makoto sighed, turning away and staring at the sink.

“There was this girl in high school…”

Oh no. I really didn't catch any of that. 

“She wasn't in my class but we passed by each other enough. Anyways, I saw her kissing another girl on the rooftop once. This was a month or so before you guys formed the Phantom Thieves, mind you.”

Ann caught herself blushing at the thought. Two girls kissing on the school rooftop? That must have been a huge scandal. How did she not hear anything about it?

“As student council president, I had to intervene, since the rooftop was off limits to students, but as she left I stopped and asked her about it. She told me she couldn't imagine a future with a guy, so she picked a girl instead.”

Ann held onto Makoto's every word, paid extra attention to her facial expressions and body language. It seemed like as she began to talk about her experience more, she relaxed more. Her jaw unclenched as she spoke, her hand loosened its grip on Ann’s own. There was a hint of a smile on her face. In a small way, it was relieving.

“Ever since she said that, it made me think; Do I want to spend the rest of my life with a man? And the more I thought about cooking for a man, cleaning up after a man… even kissing a man, the more sure I was that the answer would be ‘no’.”

Wow. Makoto really knew that about herself that young… That's pretty incredible. 

… So why didn’t she tell me?

“And then when I inevitably had my first kiss with that same girl, I knew for sure that I wasn't into guys.

Record. Scratch.

Makoto had her first kiss? With a girl?

Ann's heart skipped a beat. It really shouldn't come as a surprise that Makoto's kissed before. After all, she was twenty four with a whole job and income. Ann's had her first kiss before, albeit with a guy, so it's really not that abnormal.

So why do I feel so weird about that?

“Um… So what happened to the girl? Did you go out with her?”

Makoto shook her head. “No. In fact, I don’t know if I even liked her that way. We kissed because she was the only other girl like that who I knew, and she offered to be my practice partner.”

Practice Partner? Practice for who?

Ann tried to tell herself it didn’t matter, quieting the part of her begging to pry more into Makoto’s life. Instead, she attempted to shake off the anxious sensations in her body, and gave Makoto’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Hey. Thank you for sharing that with me, Makoto. I know it probably wasn't easy.”

Makoto looked up at Ann, smiling tenderly, and returning the gesture.

“Thanks for listening.” She started. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take away from what you’re feeling right now.”

“No, you didn’t at all! You were trying to help me.” Ann looked down briefly, clicking her fingernails together. “I don’t think this is the same thing, but I do still really appreciate your perspective.”

Maybe she was imagining things, but for a moment, Ann thought she saw a flicker of disappointment in Makoto’s eyes.

Ann released her grasp on Makoto’s hand and wiped the last of the wet from her face. She checked her phone’s clock to see that they’d been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes.

“Yeesh, we should probably get out of here, huh?”

Makoto tilted her head. “Only if you’re sure you’re okay? It’s alright if you need to take a little longer.”

Ann shook her head. “I think talking about it helped, And also, I wanna go hang out a little more before you have to go, is that okay?”

A warm smile and nod was all the confirmation she needed.

.

A handful of hours had passed and Ann and Makoto made it out of the mall relatively unscathed - the former holding two bags worth of cute dresses and summer tops, and the latter carrying a canvas bag full of books.

Makoto, once again, insisted on giving Ann a ride back to her apartment so she wouldn’t have to worry about her bags in a crowded train, and Ann had no choice but to concede. It was a very sweet notion, and one she appreciated tenfold from her best friend.

I mean, are we even still best friends? It’s been such a long time, and we've only been hanging out for one day.

Packing their goods in the travel trunk, the two secured their helmets and mounted the bike, Ann once again wrapped her arms around Makoto’s torso, as she pulled from her spot and rode away. The air was warmer today than it had been the night prior, and the breeze grazing her exposed midriff was more comfortable.

She couldn’t stop thinking about everything Makoto said earlier.

Imagine yourself with a man, huh…

She tried to picture the hottest man in her head living in her apartment with her, laying next to her in the same bed, waking up together every morning, and her response was… Well, normal, she thought. Maybe a little annoyed, because the man in her head wouldn’t pick up his laundry or cook, but normal. That was how her mother was with her father. And besides, guys were supposed to be a little gross and unappealing sometimes. Lord knows how many times she heard her friends in the modeling world swing between infatuation and disgust; and hell, Ann thought she felt the same way.

“You okay back there? You’re awfully quiet.” Makoto asked, slowing to a stop as the light flipped from yellow to red. She cocked her head back slightly to look at Ann.

“Yeah I’m good! I’m just tired is all.”

Makoto nodded, turning her head back and revving up as the light changed again to green. Ann’s thoughts then moved to living with a girl, rather than a guy - though instead of some faceless beauty, it was once again Makoto infiltrating her thoughts. Makoto making breakfast for the two of them, Makoto watching a movie with her, Makoto smiling back at her from under her sheets, her bare shoulders peeking out…

Okay let’s NOT do this right now?! What the hell is this train of thought?!

Ann nearly let go of Makoto completely, before remembering her position on the back of a motorcycle, currently going forty miles per hour. Instead, she hesitantly clung harder, opting to grip the lapels of Makoto’s blazer rather than her torso.

After two red lights and a couple of turns, they arrived back at Ann’s apartment. Makoto once again insisted on escorting Ann up the elevator with her bags - something Ann was grateful for, but nervous about all at once. Distracted by invasive thoughts that refused to dissipate, Ann remained quiet for the whole of the trip up.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve barely said a word since we got here. Are you still thinking about the breakup?”

No, because I’m too busy having like three other closely related crisises!

“Yeah,” She lied, “I think it’s gonna take me a bit to fully recover.”

“Then are you sure it’s a good idea to be home alone at your apartment? Dinner isn’t for another two hours, I could hang around if you need.”

Her head swirled. It would be hell if she had to stay any longer with these perturbing thoughts running rampant in her mind, it would be even worse combating them while the subject of those thoughts was actively here with her. She felt ashamed for even them, like she was mentally taking advantage of Makoto’s kindness to be a creep.

“Noooo, It's okay, really! Plus you’ve already helped me a lot today, I’m sure you’ll want some time before dinner to relax, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Please. I already feel horrible that you had to comfort me earlier, I’ll be okay.” Ann smiled, a cheery mask obscuring her true anxiety.

Makoto returned with a sad smile of her own.

“Okay, I’ll drop it then. But please, Ann, don’t feel like you have to deal with this alone, okay? You have friends who can, and will, help you.”

She quietly embraced Ann, gingerly running her hands across her upper back. The action was so gentle, so caring, that Ann felt herself tear up again, and wrapped her arms around the spot above her lower back, resting her face on Makoto’s head for only a moment.

This is nice.

When they both let go, Makoto bid farewell as she watched Ann unlock her apartment and go inside. Closing the door and turning the lock, Ann immediately walked to her bed, dropped her bags on the ground, and face planted on her pillow.

“AUUUUUUUUUUGH.”

The muffled groan lasted for several seconds, and echoed in her head.

These intrusive thoughts were getting ridiculous, and Ann couldn’t stop obsessing over them. It felt gross, Thinking of her friend in that light. Her friend, who is a lesbian, who kisses women. Her lesbian friend.

Is that why?

Maybe Ann had a problem with Makoto being a lesbian. It was a concept she didn’t want to explore, because she always thought herself a great ally to LGBT people, but she otherwise couldn’t explain her sudden obsession with Makoto. If that was the truth, Ann hated herself for it.

After Makoto had wound up back into her life and had been so concerned with Ann’s wellbeing, it was distressing to think she was holding something uncontrollable against her.

I can’t deal with this by myself. I need backup.

Sitting up, she withdrew her phone from her jeans pocket and scrolled through the list until she got to the right name - hoping this wouldn’t be a huge mistake.

Akira.

[destinygoldenstar]

☀️Tom Is The Impostor Among Us☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 3 “Mazed And Confused”

Sorry for the wait. I have wanted to get this out sooner. But I had work, + I caught a cold. It’s not fun. Still doing this though.

Let’s Jump Right In:

"Now go find Ellie"

And right off the bat, we get this person again.

Who are you?! Why do you appear so randomly?!

I don't think you have to watch for Grett controlling you Gabby, I think you have to watch for your twin here.

"I'm not in the best position, but at least I didn't get votes."

That's one way to look at it.

"I have an immunity totem, if you ever feel in danger, give me a signal in the challenge and I'll secretly pass it on to you."

No Gabby you can't just do that!

Grett's gonna boot you!

"Would you really do that for me? Why?"

"Well, you were the only person that was nice to me on that team."

Yeah she was. Ellie's cool.

Make it to the merge so you can be besties!

"It's a shame we couldn't agree on yesterday's elimination."

YEAH. THAT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT.

"Ladies, we did what we had to do! That punk had a few screws loose."

Nick...

Okay, in terms of my take for best girls: Grett, obviously, stan the bad bitch. Gabby's also warming up to me and I like her story of her being outcasted for her personality.

Best boys though is kinda up in the air. I'm leaning towards Nick and... I guess Jake. But DAMN did you frustrate me Nick!

But I'll forgive stupidity for one episode. It was a 'stupid for the sake of the plot' situation.

"The can't happen again. The alliance must stay strong and united."

Okay are they gonna work together now?

"Yesterday before the elimination, the alliance was talking and we couldn't come to a decision."

Oh so you DID talk. And you STILL didn't work together to protect your teammate!

SURE.

"For some bloody reason, Lill was defending Will and Ashley preferred to throw her vote on Alec. I obviously went Will. As much as I hate to admit it, Lill is being a bit annoying..."

Nick, you better take that back.

I mean, I get it, maybe he doesn't know how these sorts of things work with his homelife and all that, but he's gotta learn.

"I went fishing!"

"But Jake and Tom went fishing, they took all the fishing gear."

She fished with her mouth like a bear.

And I said this last time, there's other ways to fish besides rods. Buckets. Nets. You can make cages.

THOSE FISH DON'T LOOK SAFE TO EAT

Tom's like "That's funny, all my teammates suddenly died of poison. Oh well, guess I'm in the merge!"

I mean he's a sus ninja hiding shit, he could be a serial killer.

"We have to eat them before the challenge."

*Gets an Inside Out 2 Trailer Ad*

I don't like that context!! I'm gonna be honest!!

OH GOOD GOD WHY IS THE SKIN STILL ON IT AND NOT IN THE POT?!?!

Guys, I don't think you should eat Grandma's cooking if you value your lives.

Honestly, I forgot Miriam was here XD

"I wanted to ask you if you're okay. You've been kind of upset since we got here and-"

"Whatever happened to minding your own business?!"

Okay chill! He was trying to be nice to you!

Come on, he's been a very sweet guy so far and is giving you all a chance. What's there to snap about?

We'll see how well that statement ages. (Thanks for making me paranoid Caleb)

Plot twist: Jake and Tom are both secretly evil. Tom is a serial killer. Jake was a prominent bully back in high school.

"If it weren't for my retirement money, I wouldn't be here."

I'm not an elder. How ass is retirement funds?

"Do you think writing on your hand is a good substitute for a notebook?"

"I know Gabby said she was cool with me using my notebook, but I kinda lied to her so she wouldn't kill me, so I want to take that extra precaution. You know?"

"Today we will test your ability to face your worst fears!"

Oh it's Phobia Factor from Total Drama.

That was actually one of my favorite challenges from that show's season. This should be a fun episode.

And if you want to know what my phobia would be, it would be either walking around dead plants or riding a roller coaster. I HATE roller coasters.

"We've been doing a bit of research on each of you and I have to say we've found some interesting stuff."

So you doxxed.

Yes, what else would you like to confess to the police?

"And since we're here doxing, Grett has a body count, Gabby has a split personality, Tom wears makeup underneath his mask and he wears the mask to not be bullied about it... shall I continue?"

Course they use Queen Grett as the example... but she looks naked with the image cropped like that and I DON'T want that in my head!

(I know this is technically adult animation. I don't care. If I want porn I'll ask for it. And I'm not asking for it.)

Grett's scared of the dark! I knew it!

Queen may slay, but at the end of the day, she's got embarrassing stuff like this. We stan it.

And they use Dan as a bad example. Also slay.

I'm realizing I'm so MEAN to Dan. I'm always bullying him in these posts. And I have, literally, NO reason for it. Man didn't do shit!

And I am pissing off all Dan stans that see these posts.

"The first team to reach the other side gets immunity and a reward!"

We're not gonna hear what the reward is this time?

Oh we do see it. Okay.

"Waterproof Tent" I SURE HOPE IT DOESN'T RAIN NEXT EPISODE!!

Next Episode:

"I'm sure these scares are harmless"

"For your first challenge, you must watch EVERY Five Nights At Freddy's Installment!"

The subtitle XD

"Fear of Sharks; You must swim in a pond with a shark for five minutes!"

I would not do that. I ain't losing a limb!

*Ellie clicks the check*

*Spawns an ad on USAA*

OH NO! THEY LIED!!!

Ellie's real fear is her finances XD

"Fear of Cemeteries; You must go alone and spend ten minutes in the Tipiskaw cemetery!"

That's not too bad. I could do that.

The subtitle just says "What" during his dialogue, I'm dead XD

"Tipiskaw Cemetery? Thought this was the wilderness."

It's for the fish you killed. And whatever other wildlife you killed.

"Maybe it's a pet graveyard."

Gabby just said my thoughts. This is how many times now?!

Stop being so relatable, Gabby! It's scary!

You backed out?!

BOO. VOTE HIM OFF.

Okay THAT is far more terrifying! Come on!

"Don't look at him. Just close your eyes."

"It'll make your death far more peaceful, sweetie! I promise ya!"

"Sharks are harmless."

Alright I love ya again Nick.

There actually are some harmless sharks.

Just be thankful Chris McLean isn't hosting this.

"I feel bad for letting the team down..."

"I wish I could do it, but, it's just... hits too close to home."

OH... HONEY.

"I lost my grandfather when I was a kid and I always went with my mom to visit him and leave flowers. That place caused me a lot of anxiety. Now my grandmother's sick and I know it's only a matter of time before... you know..."

My gosh...

Alright. This guy is my best boy for this show.

He got me way too invested in his story.

"Fear of going bald; There is someone inside waiting to cut all your hair"

OH HI HEATHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

That HAS to be a Total Drama Reference!

"Why? Hair grows back."

Fiore spitting facts XD

"Fear of being alone?"

Why does he sound confused with that? That's basic introverted life!

I could totally do that!

The subtitles again XD

"I thought I'd never have to see the inside of one of these again..."

GABBY. IS THERE SOMETHING TRAUMA BASED YOU WANT TO SHARE TO THE CLASS???

Cause that's concerning!

She's doing it. She came to SLAY.

Grett taught her well.

Hey Queens, you dropped this 👑

"All my life, I've worked with girls Fiore's age and I feel that something's not right with her..."

Lilly. I owe you one.

Props to Lilly to be the one smart one in this alliance.

"She looks like a little baby piglet."

THOSE ARE THE DEVIL'S EYES

Oh hey, she's not alone! She has... Blabby.

That's terrible.

"How dare they do this to you again?"

Yeah, Gabby is definitely traumatized.

"Yay! I made it!"

She's served her time in prison.

"Fear of confronting your past; YOU. MUST. BAKE. A. CHEESECAKE."

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOO THE HORROOOOORRR!!!!

I was always terrified of setting the kitchen on fire!

"What's so painful about cheesecake?"

Colesterol.

"What the hell was that?"

*Gets a Grammarly Ad*

The ads I'm getting today are cracking me up XD

MONTAGE

SLAY GRETT. YOU DO IT!

*Nick's fear*

... I think I'm gonna get flagged for this one. So I'm not showing it.

Drew's is the most terrifying.

Fiore's phobic of moose?

Okay, no, Dan's dead.

Lilly is also dead.

"Fear of fires; You must wear a thermal suit and enter a small cabin that we have behind the door. Which will burn in flames for fifteen minutes."

At least she gets a suit, so it could be worse.

"We couldn't find much information on you"

He is SUS as I will get out!

"You must take off your mask!"

OVER A MASK?!

BOO. VOTE HIM OFF.

Goddammit Tom.

"I just can't reveal to everyone that I may or may not like wearing makeup, okay?! It's personal! You don't know what I've been through!"

This is a joke btw. I don't think it's actually that. It might just be some facial scar under there, or he has to hide it for his job.

"I haven't always been afraid of fires. Two years ago, a heat wave caused one near my family's farm. We lost part of the house, the animals, and the crops. We haven't been able to fully recover after that."

HONEY. OMG.

We ANOTHER character motive that's very sympathetic! LET'S GO WITH THE TRAUMA!!

Not Fiore ACTUALLY being scared for Ashley!

Also Alec looks bored with every situation.

"It's suspicious. Don't you think?"

SUS.

TOM IS THE IMPOSTOR AMONG US.

YES ASHLEY FOR THE WIN!!!!

Tom can't be going. He has too much story for them to boot him now. Right?

RIGHT?

"Numbers are key in this game and I'd rather be with him than against him."

Oh thank god, this team DOES have a brain. Unlike the Purple Team last episode.

"I'd rather vote for Grett."

"How about Gabby? Sometimes her attitude is somewhat erratic."

DON'T. YOU. DARE.

Grett has a brain. She knows what's going on.

"Maybe I could convince one of the guys to vote with us."

We love a smart queen.

TOM IS SUS

WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?!

He just threw the walkie talkie XD

"You caught me ordering KFC!"

"Someone here has been watching you."

"Two people actually. The first is me because I'm currently stalking you. The second is that fruity boy."

"Drew."

"Drew the third. He's fruity for you, AND he's stalking you."

OH THE NOTEBOOK.

I was thinking that would be leading to something!

"The boy doesn't trust you very much. You can read it yourself."

"I saw Tom vent in medbay. Vote him out."

"Guys it's Drew. Drew is the Impostor."

I can't show the images of the votes this time because of Tumblr image max.

We already know who's going, right? This is not a shocking elimination at all.

"The boys alliance will get me further in the game."

Dan really just said "I don't work with women."

NOW I have a reason to bully him.

"I may have messed with Drew's notes just a little."

What did you do exactly?

Also her handwriting's pretty.

This isn't a shocking elimination. We already know who's going.

'GABBY'

Yeah, yeah, we know.

'DREW'

It's gonna be 3 Gabby. 3 Drew.

'GABBY'

'DREW'

'GABBY'

'DREW'

And this is the part where Tom flips.

Yep. Bye bye.

He was fine. I just kept forgetting he was there.

Thought Dan was gonna be more mad about that. "ALRIGHT WHO'S THE FLIPPER?!?! SOMEONE HAS TO EXPLAIN THEMSELVES!!"

"Drew was ejected"

Alright, that's the episode.

That was a good one. I'm actually enjoying this show quite a bit so far. A lot of people said I wouldn't like this show at all. So I am, so far, pleasantly surprised.

I think it's gonna be a bit before we get to eliminations of characters I actually really like.

I'm a bit more interested in Miriam now. I'm curious what her trauma with cheesecake is in particular. But I feel like it might be something worse than that.

My best girls are Grett and Gabby. Again, I don't stan characters as in "They did nothing wrong" I just plain like them as characters. I KNOW Grett is someone to not be liked. I'm NOT routing for her to win. I just think she serves her role with dignity and she's playing the game really well. I also want to learn more about her.

Gabby is really growing on me, and I'm interested in her isolated background and why she acts so erratically. She's also a really good balance between sympathetic and borderline annoying with her behavior.

The boys are kinda more iffy with me. Dan is Dan. Alec is... boring, as of right now. I like Tom, and I know he has story going on with him, but it's also kind of obvious what the twist with him is just from his design alone. That the point out multiple times.

So I guess my best boys are Nick and Jake as of right now. Jake especially, I'm actually really liking the story with him. I like how he's empathetic towards the elders because of his close relationships with his own grandparents who understood him (whatever that means), and how the death of one and critical state of another had an affect on him. I do think he and Ashley have the most sympathetic motives for being here, with Ashley helping her farm and Jake helping his grandma. He's also really sweet and caring so far, especially with Miriam this episode.

Nick, again, I like his story of him wanting to prove himself to his parents but being delusional on how to handle this circumstance he's in. He IS kind of fading to the background though, so hopefully that is fixed and he gets the character development set up for him.

Can't wait for you all to laugh maniacally at me hearing that cause you know of any derailment that happens later this season! Can't wait!

If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know.

[yipeeboi]

𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢?

a banban x Male!reader,,,

based on an old request on my old acc that i sadly deleted,, i forgot who the requester was but if they do see this i'm sorry for not ever getting to post this!

tw; no tw just fluff,,

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LOOK HE IS A GOOD BOY OMG AHHHHHHHHH

i get up and walk into a better looking kindergarten, the second floor looks better than the main one why would they do that?

i started to walk around for a bit until I heard a "Hello? thank god i thought i was going to die here!" who was that? why would they come here?? I looked around to see a mic, one used for the principals, I walked up to it confused i was about to say something until it cut me off,,

"oh it's good to see you, i may not know you but i know you can help me out! i need help i walked into a room with a blue door i got locked in, there is a blue keycard in the ... Wait do you even hear me?! wave at any camera if you hear me, if you do go into the maintenance room there will be a copy of a blue keycard please get it!' it cuts off, i wave at the camera so he knows that i heard him, i get into the maintenance room but i needed to do a puzzle and it sucked, but it was kinda easy once i found out how to do it, walking i see a sign, "" blue is right, pink is wrong. "" hmm? I got past the maze i understood the way to go and found myself leading upstairs, to see that there was the same yellow glass from the main floor,,

i get my drone and i find out that you can break it with drones so i found something easy-breezy, with that i pressed all the buttons.

???? pov,,

knowing that i will be saved is great, i may not be like him but talking to him seems easy,, he seems so calm and nice it would be weird but i think i might have a tiny crush, i seen him in the cameras, i seen how he was looking for somethings or someone, whatever it is i kinda hopes he finds it.

as i look into the cameras i see him, he got it but as hes walking out he starts running, HE'S RUNNING FROM MY BROTHER!? nabnab just came out, he was on the roof as he was running, i could only watch as he ran with no stopping. he got out just in time, thank the stars for him making it out.

He enters back in and i say "It seems you have it, now please come get me out" I'm not in that room, i feel bad now, i don't wanna hurt him, i can't... i see him open the door and he reads the note he looks behind him,, he sees me, i walk up to him "hello I'm banban, im sorry but i had plans, i didn't want to hurt you so i didnt. i would never harm you... i'm so sorry i know im ugly but i need your help!" he looks at me as he calmly smiles, "oh your the main mascot banban, nice to meet you I'm Y/N!" i smile,, I think i've made a new friend.....

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omfg this is so bad im so sorry banban lovers i fucked this up..

[biribaa]

so seeing crash awful hospital's console covered in cheezit crumbs makes me violently want to clean it off. so what if a oneshot where reader cleans him and he gets flustered

Cleaning time.

Crash x reader

crash my beloved babygrill. my husband my gf

TW/CW: ahh nothing

The cloth that you stole –and you don't even want to know who it belongs to– is gently rubbed by you against the cable entry table of the giant screen in front of you. You smile gently with your lips closed, removing the snack dust as delicately as if the computer in front of you was a porcelain doll. To get a little more comfortable, your knees were against the floor, and moments ago when you had just gotten down on your knees to help your partner with his own cleaning, you felt wires trying to carefully wrap themselves around your thigh, so that somehow you didn't notice their presence.

Meanwhile, Crash stared at your tiny figure. The system didn't quite know how to react to this attitude, it recognized your kindness, but it had been a long time since he was treated this way. And normally he wouldn't even allow people like you to touch him, but let's say you have VIP access...

Crash raised an eyebrow "DO YOU REALLY ENJOY DOING THIS STUFF?"

For a moment, your eyes stared at the screen more than two meters in front of you, and proceeded to clean the mess again "Yeah!... It's kinda satisfactory. And this dirt has been bothering me for a long time."

In whinch Crash retorted. "YEAH SURE. THE THINGS GUTBUCKETS LIKE YOUSELF ENJOY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BIT OF A WEIRD THING. IS THIS ANOTHER DISGUSTING KINKS Y'ALL HAVE?"

"Pfft, ew, no." You finish the area by wrapping the cloth around one of the cable entries, moving your knees to the next one on your right. A confusing lever, the hole the lever fit into was strangely large, it looked like a tiny maze.

"How about you? Do you like this?" You ask softly, placing one of your free hands in Crash's panel.

The computer glances at you with his digital eyes, a hesitant answer holding onto him, rethinking about your question. That was when he noticed... There was really something so adorable about a little human like yourself on their knees helping him with something he didn't even asked for, and it tickles all of his insides.

"...NAH, I DON'T REALLY CARE, HONESTLY." The computer rolled his digital eyes, preventing looking at your small form. "WITH OR WITHOUT FILTH, I AM STILL YOUR FAVORITE PAL, AIN'T I?" He scoffs.

You nodded with a smile, starting to clean the strange lever in front of you. The crumbs of thrown snacks are carried away by your cloth wet with chemicals that you found lying around in the hospital that looked at least like cleaning chemicals to you.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING? JUST SAYING, 'CUZ IF YOU GET ELECTROCUTED BY ME I WILL BE TOO LAZY TO SOLVE THAT MESS." You hear his high-pitched voice as you continue your current work.

"Of course I do, dear." You said with confidence, remained focused on cleaning, rubbing the cloth into the tiny corners of the panel. "I'm more worried about hurting you by accident, actually-" You comment, turning your head towards Crash's monitor. But then, you raised your eyebrows, your eyes widening a little by noticing the small green bars on what would be Crash's cheeks while he just prevents eye contact coming from you. Was he...blushing?

...Unexpected, but welcome.

On your face, you slowly opened a smile, noticing the real meaning of this situation. "Aw, how cute." You murmur.

"...SHUT UP." The AI ​​grinds what must be his teeth, already feeling his fans moving faster and faster with the teasing.

"Dear, I must ask, are you okay?" You opened the most smug smile and eyes you ever did, resting your chin on your hand while your elbow rests on the dashboard. "You look a little... Green."

Crash couldn't control himself when you spoke in that tone to him. His voice was detected as simple and common sound waves in Crash's system, but a sound wave that was like melody to him, but it was extremely difficult to admit that, especially when he was the one being the victim of the romance.

"HAHA, YEAH, YOU ARE SOOO FUNNY, DON COMEDY." He frows his non-existent eyebrows, finally managing to face you. He makes a silly attempt to act all angry about the whole context. "JUST FINISH THE JOB ALREADY, WILL YOU? THIS ENTIRE IDEA WAS YOURS, SO FINISH IT."

"Oh, but, y'know Crash." You purr, staring at your partner with half lidded eyes. Your finger playfully crawling across Crash's panel. "I don't think I can concentrate with you having such a cute face." You lift a second hand to also rest it on your chin.

"SHUT IT."

[freebooter4ever]

What do you miss most about Pittsburgh?

Oh gosh, that's a question! I mean aside from the obvious answer of my old dance buddy lettia or naeem.

I miss pittsburgh's community, specifically the very music and art oriented one i was in. There's community here in LA but its all about fame, and money, and celebrity, and how you can use other people to get ahead. Just the other day i saw an influencer i actually kinda admired brag about meeting someone who out of respect for them + their privacy i have never never mentioned because i met them as a friend first. And it felt so weird seeing this person i know be used as click bait for the influencer's hits/likes/subscriptions. It kind of jolted some reality into me about how this city operates even in the smaller circles i run in. Its like the vibes in LA are all about 'being someone' and self importance. If someone is only going to respect me for my money (or disrespect me for my lack of money), or who i know, or credits to my name, i dont think i want their respect anyway.

Pittsburgh though - nobody was anybody in pittsburgh so we didnt fucking care, lol. It was a lot easier to go to things, to feel connected. There was an emphasis on diy, where it didnt matter who you were or who you knew if you had a good idea there was a chance it could happen. There were things like Art All Night and the various music festivals in the different neighborhoods. I was most connected to the music scene so i miss the casual afternoon concerts in someone's tiny apartment with everyone crowded around the band. The basement parties, the dancing. Ted's rowhouse was on fisk street so when i lived there with friends i really enjoyed how much of a community space it was - people were always coming and going off of butler street, movie nights, human chess parties. It definitely could feel too small sometimes - literally everybody knew everyone and everybody dated everyone. The year i left two of my ex boyfriends were living in the same house and i cant tell you the number of 'male harem' jokes i got about that one. Or the number of times a dude wanted to date me and when i said 'no' i immediately got excluded from an entire friend group. But no matter how frustrating the smallness got, i still was also aware of how special it was. Its also mostly over - a lot of my friends from that time have since dispersed to other cities. I think moments like that are fleeting, but thats what makes them unique.

But even with all that said, you know what my favorite thing to do in pittsburgh was?

Driving

and ok ok that probably sounds stupid. And it probably does not help that im in LA where driving is now the second level of hell. But even compared to seattle or nyc or other places i lived, driving in pittsburgh was just so much fun and you cant recreate that anywhere else. I once saw a data visualization of the main cities of the US and places like LA and even NYC were nicely laid out squares but pittsburgh was just this insane clusterfuck pencil scribble, and thats truly it. Cause not only do you have over 100 bridges and lots of one way roads that will funnel you onto a bridge you absolutely dont want to go over but whoops guess you're going anyway, but this city was also built on a cluster of hills. Thats what makes up the various neighborhoods - and the roads that connect these hills through hollows and over forests - are the most confusing rat maze you can imagine. For every one way to go there's also probably a dozen other options and mentally calculating which route will be fastest taking into account traffic and distance and 'speed limit' is a skill only acquired after years of living in the city. And if you have a tiny car and nasc*ar level driving skills thanks to the multiple generations of engineers in your family....driving up and down those hills is just a joy. It also, uh, helped that I made my own hours so worked from 11am - 3am most days and avoided all traffic. And in the city proper the pigs arent allowed to r*adar so as long as you knew where the speed traps were you could...uhhh... Be lenient. I only ever got pulled over once and that was because one time in the spring of 2016 i went home from work early one night and these asshole hockey fans were taking up the entire street around the rink that would get me onto bigelow and connect me to lawrenceville. And since i couldnt go down that one street, becaues its pittsburgh, i had to go in the complete opposite direction to find another route home which took like an extra fifteen minutes. And yeah i got pulled over, started crying and explaining i was just trying to get home from work, and they let me go. But damn those hockey fans. :P (but also had i realized you could go hangout outside and watch the hockey game on giant screens with a huge crowd of fellow broke but dedicated weirdos, i totally would have loved that. Thats what pittsburgh is all about lmao)

Anyway one of my old friends moved from pitt to LA, and then he moved from LA to shanghai. And i once asked him would he move back to LA and his response was that he couldn't imagine living in LA again after living in a Proper City like shanghai. And he made it clear that he saw being able to 'make it' in larger and larger cities as like...a mark of his personal progress. But me? Im a small town girl unfortunately. I still dream about the day i can fuck off to live in a cabin in the woods somewhere.

[yanyanderes]

IM SCREAMING !! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ANSWERING MY ASK!! Seriously I didn’t expect that ending 👀 and boi the fact is my love ones know don’t where my body is 🥺😭 ( part of me curious does April and splinter know or are their in the dark with the while the reader grave near them ? ) seriously thank you again 💗🀄️

aaaa man it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve done anything for the haunted maze mini-series. i’m currently going through my inbox for older asks before i answer the new ones

it kinda depends? if april and splinter are also as obsessed as the turtles, they’ll probably let them know where the body is kept. well, more likely splinter than april.

they know splinter won’t- and can’t- tell anyone where they are, but they’re more cautious around april. she’s the most sane out of them, so there’s a pretty high chance that this is a line she doesn’t want crossed and will tell (y/n)’s other loved ones, but if they’re certain she won’t rat them out, they’ll let her know and visit (y/n)’s grave.

if those two aren’t obsessed, there’s a high likelihood the turtles won’t even let them know that (y/n) is dead and will act just as confused with (y/n)’s “disappearance”.

it gets real complicated when it comes to dealing with zombie (y/n).