#they just gave up on wigs and makeup and lighting by this movie

[scorpiongrassfield]

A Night at the Fall Fair

Alright everyone, I promised a fluffy short side story and uh. It's over 3k which is double the longest scorpion grass chapter soooo... here you go. This story is dedicated to @acertainmoshke, who gave me the idea for it, and helped me find some posts I needed to write it. Thank you Moshke~

Without further ado, here's the story:

"Alright kids, its costume reveal time!" Pat calls from down the hall.

You emerge from the room you chose to change in, as do Pat and Sylv.

Pat is wearing a floor length and rather form fitting black dress with flowy sleeves, a long straight black wig, and a black pendant necklace. Their makeup is also rather dark, their eye shadow in shades of deep gray, and their lipstick pomegranate red. They're holding a bundle of what appear to be rose stems.

"Morticia Addams?" Sylv guesses. He's also stepped into the hall.

"Ding ding ding, right on the money," Pat cheers. "I wanted to do drag, but I'm a little tall to be Gomez." They shrug.

"You're uhhh... That kid from that show, aren't you?" Pat guesses.

Sylv huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Um. He's a ghost, isn't he? His name is... Yukine?" You guess.

"Yeah, that's right," Sylv says with a smile. He seems surprised you got it.

"It looks good. Though I think you're right, blond doesn't quite suit you," Pat says.

Sylv shrugs. "I kinda figured. That's why I went with the wig instead of bleaching it."

The cartoon yellow of Sylv's wig is not quite blond and it is in stark contrast to his usual dark hair.

Also part of his costume are a green jacket with a faux fur rim to the hood, a white shirt, and some blue jeans.

The most striking part of his costume, even more so than the hair, is his eyes.

"Are those... colored contacts?" you ask.

Sylv snorts. "No, I just wished really hard and my eyes turned orange," he says. It's a bit sarcastic, but he's smiling and it lacks bite.

His shoulders hunch up a bit the way they do when he's annoyed. "They were a pain in the ass to get in though," he grumbles.

"I told you that contacts suck," Pat says in a sing song voice.

Sylv sighs in response.

"Anyway," he says with the careful enunciation of someone forcibly changing the subject, "Your costume is really cool too."

"Thank you," you say, returning the smile he gives you.

"You don't know what it's from, do you kid?" Pat says, nudging Sylv with their elbow.

"It's not just a creepier take on a sheet ghost?" He asks, nudging Pat back to get their elbow off his side.

"Nope!" Pat says popping the 'p'. "You wanna do the honors?" They ask, looking to you.

"Well. It's Charlie Brown's sheet ghost from. Um. Is it 'It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?" you double check, looking at Pat.

"It is! Which is what we will be watching as soon as we get back from the festival, since someone hasn't seen it," they say, looking pointedly at Sylv.

Sylv rolls his eyes at them, but doesn’t say that he doesn’t want to watch the movie. 

“That sounds nice,” you say. 

“Excellent. These plans are now iron clad and inescapable. Now let’s get moving,” they say. 

The drive to the fair doesn’t take long. Pat is behind the wheel. Sylv volunteered to drive home, since he doesn’t drink and Pat claims there is very good hard cider to be had at the fair. 

It’s still a touch light out when your group arrives. This is perfect, because it will be much easier for you to select pumpkins for carving. 

You make a beeline for the pumpkin patch right away. 

“I’ll be over by the craft booths for a while. We’ll meet at the hayride atText if you need something,” Pat calls after you. 

You give them a thumbs up. 

Sylv follows along behind you at a more reasonable pace. 

“You’re that excited for pumpkin carving?” he asks, sounding unconvinced of the worth of it. 

You nod. “Yes. It’s a lot of fun. And it’s very different from a lot of other carving materials. I like it a lot.” 

“Huh. Alright then,” he says with a shrug. 

“Do you… not like pumpkin carving?” you ask. 

Someone brushes past you, and you move more to the side of the makeshift aisle of the pumpkin patch. Sylv follows suit. 

“I’ve never tried it. But I’m uh, not to fond of the idea of getting the guts out. I hear they’re slimy and I’m not too keen on sticking my hands into slimy things,” he explains, arms crossed defensively. 

“Ah. That makes sense. Well. You don’t have to if you don’t want. But if I cleaned out the insides for you, maybe it would be more enjoyable?” you offer. 

His mouth twists to the side a bit the way it does when he’s weighing the pros and cons of a thing. “Hm… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he says with a shrug. 

“Oh. Okay then. I’ll pick out a pumpkin for you too, then,” you say with a smile. 

You think you see him smile back before you turn your attention back to pumpkin seeking. 

You walk up and down each row, making a mental note of potential good pumpkins as you go. Sylv follows you like a shadow, silently observing you. 

It takes quite some time to find truly good pumpkins, light dying in the sky by the time you select three. The pumpkins are a little hard to hold, what with your costume getting in the way of your arms a bit. 

“Want me to carry one?” Sylv offers, hands hovering close to the pumpkin nestled in the crook of your right arm. 

“Um. Sure. Here,” you say, juggling the pumpkins around in your arms so he can take the one he picked out for him. “That one is for you.” 

“Oh. Thanks,” he says, taking the pumpkin. 

The two of you return to the car to deposit the pumpkins in the trunk. 

“So, now what?” Sylv asks, casually leaning against the car. You still can’t get used to the way blond hair looks on him. 

“Well. We have an hour until the hayride. Want to go play some of the games?” you say, pointing over to the tents and booths that house the fair games. 

“Sure, sounds like fun,” he agrees. 

This time he leads the way. It’s much more crowded by the games, you almost lose him a few times. 

The games are all pretty typical for a fun fair. There’s ring toss, gold fish cup, duck pond… but there are a few that have been reskinned for the season, like the bean bag toss has players throwing bags at a vampire rather than a clown. 

You and Sylv work your way through the games, knowing full well that most if not all of them are rigged. 

Sylv somehow manages to be consistently better at games involving luck than you, which is alright because you’re better at the ones that require throwing skill. It all evens out. 

You manage to knock over the full stack of milk bottles at one booth, which nets you a Big Prize. 

You don’t really have any need for a unicorn plush that’s almost as tall as you are. 

You offer it to Sylv.

“That’s sweet, but I don’t really want it either,” he says with an amused grin. 

The two of you make meaningful eye contact. 

“Foist it onto Pat?” you ask, matching his grin.

He nods decisively, “Yep.” 

Pat will never be able to turn down a gift from the two of you, no matter how impractical. 

You manage to find Pat after texting them. They’re over at the picnic tables enjoying a drink and a snack. 

“Oh no,” Pat says as they see you approach. 

“What?” Sylv says, with a shit eating grin. 

“You know what,” Pat says, giving you both a stern look. They seem to be trying hard not to laugh. 

“We won this for you,” you say, offering the oversized plush with your sweetest smile. 

Pat loses their battle and huffs a laugh. “Uh huh. I’m sure you worked very hard to get it for me, and definitely didn’t get it accidentally and then not know what to do with it,” they say, arms crossed. 

“We would never,” Sylv says, faux-scandalized. 

“Uh huh. I’m so convinced,” Pat says dryly. They stand up from the table. 

“Alright, you two watch my stuff while I go take our new friend to the car,” they say, taking the unicorn from you. 

“Will do,” Sylv agrees. 

The two of you sit down next to each other, with Sylv taking Pat’s seat. 

“This is fun,” Sylv says, smiling softly. 

You nod in agreement. 

The two of you sit in companionable silence for a while, enjoying the cool autumn air and the lovely smells of the food and drink all around you. 

Pat returns with a tray. 

“Snack time,” they declare. 

Sylv frowns. 

“We’ve got some nonalcoholic hot cider for you,” Pat says, placing a tall styrofoam cup in front of Sylv. 

“And… I wasn’t sure if you wanted a cold hard cider or not, Theo, so I got both. I’ll drink whichever one you don’t want,” they say, gesturing to the two remaining cups on the tray. 

“I’ll take the hard cider,” you say after thinking it over. 

Pat nods. “Nice, they’re pretty good. Though the other kind is also pretty good. Can’t beat fall-fresh cider.” They hand you your drink. You have to take the first layer of your costume off to drink it. 

Underneath you’re wearing a yellow shirt with a black stripe and black pants. 

The cider is pretty good. Crisp and tart, and it feels warm going down. 

“And we’ve also got some mini-cakes to share. Pumpkin spice and caramel apple flavored,” Pat says, setting down the tray and sitting across from you. “Feel free to dig in.” 

You take an apple cake. It’s very moist, and a little sticky to the touch, but pretty tasty. 

Pat stares down Sylv until he takes a bite of a cake too, this one pumpkin spice. 

You aren’t entirely sure what the story behind the cold war over Sylv’s eating habit is. You think it might be rude to ask, so you don’t pry. 

Once Pat is satisfied that Sylv is eating, they dig in as well. They tell you all about how they found a really cool stall selling hand-woven baskets and ended up befriending the person who makes them, and also that they bought too much apple butter so the two of you will have to help them eat it. 

In turn, Sylv tells them about how pumpkin picking and playing games went. You’re content to watch the two of them speak for the time being. 

Ciders drunk and cakes eaten, your group cleans up and gets ready to go on the hayride. Sylv keeps his styrofoam cup with him, having not finished his cider. 

The line for the hayride is a little long, since there are only so many people that can fit on one cart, even if they do have two carts in rotation.

Once your group is at the front of the line, it turns out that there are only two seats left. The next several groups behind you are groups of four or five. 

“Alright, why don’t you two go on this one, and I’ll hop on the next one?” Pat offers. 

You frown. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, it’s all good. Maybe I’ll make some new friends,” they say with a smile. 

You don’t doubt it. They could make friends with just about anyone they set their mind to befriending. 

“Come on then. We’re holding up the ride,” Sylv says, not unkindly. 

You follow him up onto the cart. The two of you sit close together, as the ride is a bit crowded. 

Before the ride starts, Sylv whispers. “Do you want some of my cider? It’s still warm.” He holds out the cup. 

“Oh. Um. Sure, I’ll try it,” you say, taking it from him. You try not to think any silly thoughts about all this. 

It’s a very nice cider, well-spiced and not too sweet. You notice that the cup is still mostly full. “Do you not like it?” 

Sylv shrugs. “It’s fine.” He doesn’t seem to want to talk about it anymore. 

You hand the cup back as the ride starts to move. 

The first jump scare does indeed scare you. The sound you make is a little too shrill to not be embarrassing. You can’t help but fold in on yourself a little bit. 

Sylv leans in a little closer to you and starts telling you all about the history of scare rides in a hushed voice. 

You’re more than happy to listen. You always like listening to him talk, but when he’s explaining something he’s passionate about he really lights up in a way that is terribly endearing to you. 

He talks the whole way through the ride. You think this is probably more enjoyable than it would be if he were silent. 

He helps you step down off of the cart once it’s over. 

After everyone gets off the ride, one last scare actor jumps out at you, some sort of evil bloody scarecrow. 

You yelp and grab onto Sylv reflexively. 

He manages not to spill his drink. He looks pretty amused, but it doesn’t seem like he’s laughing at you. 

“Sorry,” you say as you let go. 

He makes a ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture. “It’s fine.” 

The two of you wait for Pat’s ride to be done with in companionable silence. 

Pat also yelps when the final scare happens, which makes you feel a little better about it all. 

Sylv is stifling a laugh this time. 

You suspect it’s more about how Pat’s outfit has straw bits stuck all in it. There’s even some in their hair. 

“Wha- how the hell do neither of you have any hay on you?” Pat complains. “That’s just unfair,” they say, crossing their arms and frowning. 

“Maybe the fabric of your gown is just more prone to snagging?” you offer. 

Pat sighs. “That’s probably it. And you two jokers have short hair, too…” 

You shrug. 

“Anyway. That was fun, did you have fun?” Pat asks. 

You nod. 

“Yeah, it was a decent ride. The people doing the makeup and costumes here are talented,” Sylv says. 

Pat agrees. 

“Alright. Next up is to drink more hot cider. It’s getting pretty chilly out. Are you two warm enough?” Pat asks. 

Sylv shrugs. He has the advantage of having a coat built into his costume. 

You’re currently wearing the sheet ghost portion of your costume as a sort of cloak, which is doing alright to keep you warm, for now. You tell Pat as much. 

“Right. Well, you two go have fun then. If you split up, we’ll meet back at the car at say… 10:30 if we don’t all see each other again before then, alright?” They say. 

“Sounds good,” Sylv agrees. 

You nod. 

Pat waves as they head back to the food area. 

“Do you want to split up?” Sylv asks? 

You shrug. “I don’t mind staying together if you don’t.” 

“Let’s stick together then,” Sylv decides with a smile.

The two of you wander around. You’ve already seen most of what there is to see. You find the craft booths, which are interesting. There are a lot of talented craftspeople and artists around. You end up buying some little flowers carved from wood. One each for Pat, Sylv, and yourself. You pocket them to give later. 

After that, it seems like you might be done for the night. 

“Is there anything else here to d-Corn Maze!” Sylv says, cutting himself off in excitement. 

You find yourself being half-dragged along behind him, as he’s grabbed you by the hand. 

“Ah, you like corn mazes?” you ask as the two of you enter. Sylv slows his pace once you’re ensconced in the endless walls of grain. 

“I’ve never been in one before. Always wanted to try it though,” he says. He finally lets go of your hand. 

“Oh, I see. Well. Hopefully it will be fun. 

You let Sylv dictate which turns to make, since he seemed so excited about it. 

He gets utterly and completely lost. 

You have a fairly good grasp of where you are in the maze. You’ve always had a good sense of direction, and the little lanterns scattered about are in different shapes and colors, making for good landmarks. 

“Theo,” Sylv says, plaintive, “We’re going to die in here. We’re going to die and then haunt this place as ghosts forever because we’re never getting out.” 

You can’t help but smile. You’re pretty sure he’s being overdramatic for fun.

“Well, then it will be a much more authentic haunted corn maze, won’t it?” you say with a shrug. 

“I can’t believe you want us to die here,” he complains. 

Sylv’s phone rings. 

“Yeah?” he answers the phone in his normal tone of voice. “The corn maze. What? No. We’re totally not lost… Oh, is it that late? Uh. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. See you,” he says. 

“So Pat’s going to come find us. We’re supposed to say put,” he says with a sheepish smile. 

“Ah. Then I guess we will stay here,” you say, smiling back. 

“Help me finish this before they get here?J” Sylv asks, offering the cider to you again. You accept it and take a sip. It’s cold now, but still pretty tasty. 

After you take a few sips, you give it back. “You have to drink some too,” you say. 

His shoulders slump. “Okay,” he says, like he’s accepting a burdensome task. 

The two of you do manage to finish the drink before Pat finds you, though it doesn’t take long for them to arrive. 

“Oh good, you two haven’t died and decided to haunt the maze,” Pat observes. 

“We came pretty close,” Sylv says with a laugh. 

You nod in agreement. 

“Right. Time to get out of here. If we take too long, we’re not going to have time for our movie before I fall asleep,” Pat says. 

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” Sylv says, sarcastic. His smile is genuine though, so you think he might just be giving Pat shit for fun. 

Pat nudges Sylv’s shoulder with their own in a friendly manner, but doesn’t say anything else about it. 

Pat leads the way out of the maze pretty quickly. You were right in thinking you knew the way out. 

Once you’re out of the maze, you notice that Sylv is no longer walking next to you. 

“Sylv?” you call out. You turn back into the maze. You hope he didn’t get separated and then lost again. 

“Boo!” Sylv shouts, jumping out from around a corner. 

You startle, not expecting it at all. 

“Hey,” you say in a complaining tone, crossing your arms.

“That’s for not helping me get un-lost,” he says with a big grin. 

Well. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he smiles like that. 

“I suppose that’s fair,” you agree. 

Sylv laughs goodnaturedly at your easy acceptance. 

“Come on, let’s catch up with Pat before it’s past their bedtime,” he says. 

The two of you hurry back to the car. 

Pat is leaning against the back passenger side door, smoking a cigarette. 

“Pat,” Sylv says. 

Pat shrugs, but stubs out their cigarette in the dirt. “You two were taking a while. Just wanted to pass the time. 

Sylv gives them a look, but doesn’t comment further. Another war between them, though this one is slightly less cold. 

Sylv gets into the driver’s seat, and Pat into the back, leaving shotgun free for you. 

“Did we all have fun?” Pat asks. 

“I’d say so. We got you a pumpkin to carve,” Sylv says. 

“And a giant unicorn plush. A night full of presents,” Pat replies. 

“I also got some flowers,” you add. You turn to hand Pat theirs. 

“Huh. Thanks,” Pat says, accepting it. “Y’know… When I pulled the nine of pentacles this morning, this wasn’t the sort of windfall I was expecting. Not gonna complain though,” they say, a smile apparent in their voice. 

“Glad you’re happy with it,” Sylv says. Then, after a beat, he asks: “Did you have fun, Theo? I know I kind of dragged you around for a lot of it.” He sounds slightly apologetic. 

“I did. This was a very lovely outing, and hanging out with you was nice. Thank you,” you say, genuine. 

Sylv’s shoulders hunch up a bit, but he doesn’t sound annoyed when he says: “Don’t mention it.” 

The rest of the drive is peacefully quiet. 

Once back home, everyone changes out of their costumes and into more comfortable clothes. 

Your costume is the fastest to remove, so you end up getting back to the living room first. 

By the time you’ve found Pat’s dvd copy of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” your friends have both made their way out of their respective bedrooms. 

“Perfect, thanks Theo,” Pat says as they settle down into their favorite chair. 

Sylv sits down on the loveseat and echoes, “Yeah, thanks.” 

Once you’ve got the movie playing, you sit down next to Sylv. 

It’s a cute movie, and you’re happy to watch it again. 

Though this showing is supposed to be for Sylv’s benefit, and he falls asleep about halfway through. He slumps sideways, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. You don’t mind much. 

Once the movie is over, Pat looks away from the screen to the couch. 

They chuckle when they see Sylv. 

“This is a strict no sleeping on the couch household. You have a bed, go get in it,” they say in a slightly raised voice. 

Sylv stirs and shoots them a dirty look from barely cracked eyes. You notice that Sylv still has the colored contacts in. 

“Sorry,” Sylv says when he realizes he’s laying on you. He sits up. 

“It’s alright,” you say, rubbing at the back of your neck. 

“Goodnight. See you tomorrow,” Pat calls as they head to their bedroom. 

“G’night,” Sylv calls back. 

“Good night,” you echo. 

Sylv stands up and stretches. “Right. Time for bed,” he says, and starts towards his room. 

“Don’t forget to take your contacts out,” you call after him. 

He swears. “Ugh, thanks Theo,” he grumbles. You suspect he’s more upset about having to take them out than the reminder. 

You head to bed yourself. Drifting to sleep, you think you had a pretty nice time tonight. You hope your dreams will be just as sweet.

#not an update #side story #this is an au where theo has not died and instead living with Pat and Sylv #just about everything else is the same #oh except i guess pat's house hasn't burned down yet either

[selkieniamh]

When: 6:50 PM Where: The Paramount Theater, Gwanak-gu

Niamh did not want to go out. She suddenly felt stupid in her costume, despite the fact that she had spent the entirety of her day off constructing her mushroom beret, meticulously hand-sewing the white felt circles and going through multiple iterations of the mini-fungi affixed to the center. She was completely satisfied with it that morning, but something strange occurred in the time it took for her to travel from her flat to the PARAMOUNT THEATER.

Everyone on the bus had their faces mashed up against the windows when the large purple moon took to the sky. At first Niamh was just as awe-struck, but after a whisper of a moment, a deep sadness unfurled in the pit of her stomach, and the moon seemed not to matter. Nothing mattered. She wondered if she had forgotten to take her antidepressants that morning.

It was too late to go home. She had arrived at the cinema; she had promised Nuying and Shinseok she’d be there. Niamh had been so excited for this movie marathon, so excited to spend more time with Nuying, and a little nervous - but in a pleasant, bubbly sort of way - to see Shinseok again. But now, in the plum light of evening, all she wanted to do was submerge her head in water and scream bloody murder. 

The theater was crowded and full of color, but Niamh could hardly see it. She twisted the straps of her tote bag in her hands, as if they were wet and she was wringing them out. 

She didn’t recognize Nuying when she first saw her. All she saw was pink. But after a moment, she was able to look past the wig and glittery makeup, and she saw her friend’s familiar face. She stood from the velvet seat and inched past a couple dressed as Mario and Princess Peach. 

“Oh my god,” she said, doing her best to muster enthusiasm. It was painfully difficult. “You look so cute!” She gave her friend a hug. In that hug, there was a flicker of warmth, a blink of happiness, and she wanted to cling to Nuying for dear life, as though she was a life raft in a rough sea. Niamh would take rough seas over this unknown sorrow.

“Come, come, I’ve saved you a seat,” she said, pulling back. Reluctantly. “You made it just in time. I think the first movie will start soon... I got us some popcorn.” 

@yyinger​

#i: nuying #t: gently as she goes #islhalloween2022

[ramblinganthropologist]

Writober 22 - 28 (Witch)

Summary: It’s time for the annual Halloween festival, and Kyouko is ready to go. What she isn’t ready for is the sight of her friend in that costume. At least there’s popcorn?

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RJ: I’ll be by your place in 20.

20 minutes; that was practically nothing when it came to getting ready.

Kyouko frowned as she stared into the mirror, picking at her hem as she turned. The polished glass reflected the image of a teenage girl dressed in a dark cloak and skirt. She adjusted the white belt around her waist, playing with the charm, before making a grab for the hat to make the outfit complete.

Normally when she chose a costume, it had a lot more frills. Her closet was full of those kinds of outfits – but they were all hime Lolita style dresses. They wouldn’t do for the event in question, especially with the weather. Besides, none of them were to the theme of Halloween – that was more of a goth Lolita thing, and that wasn’t her style. Thus, she had chosen a different kind of outfit for the night.

Tonight, she was a witch. More importantly, she was herself.

“I still can’t believe she convinced me to do this.” Kyouko adjusted her glasses as they caught the glare of the overhead lights. She wasn’t wearing her contacts, or her famous blonde wig for that matter. Instead, the girl in the mirror had short brown hair and a thin pair of black lenses. It gave her a studious look, which probably worked for the witch theme.

Hopefully, so did freckles. She wasn’t that great at doing non-lolita makeup…

“Are you getting ready to go, Kyou-chan?” Her grandmother’s voice called down from below. Kyouko picked up her head and made a grab for her bag. Once she tucked her phone away, down the stairs she went.

Unsurprisingly, the shop was packed. Girls in fancy dresses were chatting excitedly as they waited for the beginning of the shopping district’s annual Halloween party. She moved among them, her dexterity heighted thanks to the fact she wasn’t wearing a heavy skirt for once. Her goal was by the register.

“Well, look at that. We match.” Her grandmother was also wearing a pointy hat and a dark outfit, but she couldn’t dress up her beaming smile. “Do you have everything?”

Kyouko nodded as she checked her bag – phone, money, everything she needed was inside. “Looks like it. I’m just waiting for RJ now.”

“I can’t wait to see what she dresses up as.” The old woman giggled. “Did she give you any hints to her costume?”

The question made her granddaughter giggle as well. “No, you know her. She loves Halloween too much to spoil the surprise.”

Maybe it was because the other girl was American, but her… well, Ray loved Halloween more than anyone she knew. It was funny, considering she was weak against horror movies and haunted houses, but in a weird way it was charming. Everyone needed a little gap moe, didn’t they? This was just hers.

They were naturally using the other idol’s nickname so the crowd didn’t get too riled up. Even if she wasn’t exactly a Lolita, Ray was popular. They would no doubt go nuts if she actually stopped inside to find her friend, but containing the customers was important for the moment. It would be better to meet elsewhere so she didn’t cause a problem.

“Well, have fun and take plenty of pictures for me.” A voice from the back of the store made her grandmother turn her head. Her mother was waiting for the woman. “Looks like it’s time to trade places. I’ll see you when you get home, Kyou-chan.”

Kyouko waved as her grandmother left to fix something in the back, then stepped outside to wait for Ray. Once she was out the door, she could hear the distant sounds of music coming from the festival. People in costume were heading that way, and the whole area seemed to vibrate with energy. Up above, the sun was beginning to sink lower, beckoning them to the glowing lights up ahead.

It was the perfect day for the party – it wasn’t cold, and the sky was clear. There would be no problems seeing the moon and stars once they appeared in the sky, adding to the effect of the festival.

She could hardly ask for better.

“Now, I just need to wait…” She pulled her phone to check – no new messages. “Hopefully, she’ll be here soon.”

Not like she was going to miss the other girl – Ray was tall and had pink hair after all. She wasn’t exactly someone you could ignore, and that was even when she was trying to be subtle. Halloween threw that concept out the window to say the least.

Speaking of pink, though. Kyouko spotted a familiar, vibrant shade of pink bobbing towards her. She stowed her phone in her bag and straightened up, making sure to dust off her hem of any miniscule amounts of dust.  After all, she wanted to look her best.

…

Yeah, even she knew she wasn’t being subtle there…

“KK, there you are!”

Ray’s voice boomed over the crowd as she approached, hand raised in a wave. Kyouko started to raise her hand in greeting, but the words died in her throat as she watched her friend appear out of the crowd. Then her face got hot and right then, she wanted nothing more than to run away so she didn’t have to face what was coming.

The idol was dressed in ripped pants and a shirt, with a violently pink bandanna tied around her neck. She had a fake sword at her waist, held there by a colorful belt, and she tipped her hat as she approached. Add in the fact her hair was loose for once and she had taken care to apply her eyeliner as thick as possible, and there was only thing Kyouko could think as she tried to remember how her tongue worked.

How the hell was she so hot?

“Cute costume, KK.” Ray gave her a broad smile as she finally made it to the shop. “I’m glad your parents let you out for the festival, nobody else could go.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, adding, “Apparently, idols have busy schedules or something like that. Not that I know anything about that, huh?”

And then the idol chuckled, the sound making Kyouko’s stomach bubble. Part of her had hoped at least one other member of Sunburst would be coming along to act as a buffer, but that hope was struck down. It was just going to be the two of them.

No pressure.

“I’m glad you could make it.” At least it was a steady start. “What are you supposed to be, by the way?”

Ray gave another grin – more bubbles. “Oh, I’m a pirate. Figured with my hair and scar I could get away with it easier.”

And her muscles. Kyouko was trying not to stare, but the idol had chosen a tank top and vest that left her arms bare. She was a strong girl, and that added to the pirate aesthetic. It also made the secret lolita nervous, but she kept that to herself.

“I hope you don’t get cold dressed like that…” They started walking. “The last thing you need is a cold when filming is ramping up on Seitokai.”

After all, Ray was playing one of the main three. It wouldn’t do her any good to get sick and be unable to film.

“I’m fine, it’s pretty warm for October.” Ray stopped to wave at a fan who had called out her name. “Looks like a bunch of people are turning out for this festival. Can’t say I’ve ever been to this one, but can’t be too bad, right?”

Kyouko nodded as she did her best to keep pace – Ray’s legs were longer and getting too close was… uncomfortable. “It’s one of the more popular ones. Everyone’s been working like crazy the last couple days to get it ready.”

She should know – she and her parents had helped a few days prior to set part of the festivities up. While they didn’t have a booth up in the merchant section – bit hard to sell lolita fashion in that kind of circumstances – they were still part of the shopping district and wanted to lend a hand. It was practically a tradition.

“Sounds like we’re in for some fun then.” The idol flashed her another grin – something about the holiday made them come easier to her. “I mean, nothing beats it back home, but you guys are alright.”

This caused the would-be witch to shake her head as they waited on the corner. “And how exactly do you do it back home?”

“Well, duh, trick-or-treating. This party stuff is fun and all, but I miss that. I loved going with my friends to get candy from my neighbors and junk. Some people gave out some good stuff, I got a full-size candy bar a couple times.” Ray chuckled. “But… I guess that didn’t come over with the rest of the holiday. Y’all are a little too polite for that shit.”

Something about how the Texan’s accent snuck into her Japanese did awful, horrible things to Kyouko’s stomach. She turned away to hide her cheeks turning pink, half wishing she had the concealer of her idol form to hide it.

It was getting harder to keep calm around Ray. She was going to figure it out… just like she figured out everything.

“Yeah, I don’t see that catching on.” Was what she finally settled on. “It does sound fun, though, especially with friends.”

The idol nodded, almost losing her hat in the process. “Yeah, I used to go with my baseball team. One joked he’d send me some candy next time he writes me, the asshole.”

Still, she was chuckling as she said it, and it made her eyes glow with the fond memories. Kyouko felt her traitorous heart skip a beat, and she was glad for the breeze blowing from across the street that cooled her burning face.

She had to be doing this on purpose. Nobody that perceptive could miss the signs.

It didn’t matter, though. They were nearly at the festival. Now Kyouko could hear the music and chatter of the crowds and smell the sweet aromas coming from the food stands. It was easier to walk now as she felt herself getting into the spirit of things, and a smile crossed her face as she stopped in front of her friend. With a wide motion, she gestured to the open arch that led to the shopping district.

“Welcome to our Halloween festival.”

They had arrived at just the right time. As the sun sank below the horizon, the colored lights began to glow, casting the ground in oranges, greens, and purples. Shadows formed between them, adding to the mystery as people walked from stall to stall or towards the stage. Some local idols were putting an act together – they both gave that a wide berth. The last thing either of them wanted to focus on was work right then.

Besides, Ray had a blood feud with the center. It was a long story.

“So, where should we go first?” The pirate glanced around. “You hungry? I could go for some of that popcorn honestly.”

Kyouko nodded, which sent her friend off to get in line. Now that she was alone, she allowed a sigh of relief as her shoulders sagged. Her heart was still pounding a little, but it was getting quieter as she calmed down. If she kept her mind off certain areas, she would survive the night.

She could do this – she was a master of controlling herself.

“Huh, guess even nerds can put a costume together. What are you supposed to be?”

A snarky voice pierced the festive atmosphere and turned her stomach sour. Kyouko felt her eyebrow twitch as she glanced over her shoulder, spotting a trio of girls approaching her. The one in the middle, dressed as a fairy princess, was her classmate Mio.

Mio was an asshole.

Well, that was putting it mildly. If she was being specific, Mio hated her for some strange reason and made it her goal in life to cause misery. When they had sat behind each other in middle school, the girl had taken to hiding her school books and other items. Now that they were in high school, she just started rumors and did her best to make the class hate her.

Some of them believed her, which was honestly annoying… but Kyouko had dealt with worse before.

“Having fun, for one, so I think I’ll go somewhere else.” She glanced down the bridge of her nose at the other girl. “Maybe we should switch costumes, you seem more like the witch type than me.”

One of Mio’s friends let out an ‘ooh’ sound that was cut off by a glare from the princess herself. She seemed a little flustered, though – understandable, given Kyouko normally didn’t respond to her in class. Usually, she did her best to ignore her, but they weren’t in school and she didn’t feel like having her night ruined.

“Like I’d want to wear your ugly costume anyway, you look 12.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Couldn’t get anyone to come with you, though? Pretty sad that you’re here all by yourself.”

She had a smirk on her face as she said that, as if she expected her plan to isolate her target was working. Kyouko didn’t rise to the barb, however. She just smiled and looked over towards the food stalls.

“No, my friend just went to get us some popcorn.”

Mio looked incredulous at this. “You’re kidding me, you actually have friends? They have to go to another school or something.”

They did. And more importantly, the idol was returning with two bags of popcorn in hand. Just the sight of her caused both of Mio’s friends to gasp, and one of them tugged on the ringleader’s sleeve.

“Mio, it’s- “

Ray’s voice carried over. “Sorry it took me so long, KK. I couldn’t pick which one to get you. You ok with just plain butter?”

She handed it over as she spoke, either unaware of what was going on or too focused on eating. Kyouko accepted the popcorn anyway, smiling as she glanced down. Butter was fine by her, but she was enjoying the taste of defeat even more.

“Thanks, Ray. What did you get?”

The idol chuckled as she held up the exact same thing. “What can I say, I’m a fan of the classics.”

Her eyes caught the gathered girls as she started to reach for a handful. “Huh, these friends of yours or something?”

It was impossible to miss Mio’s wide eyes and the slight drop of her jaw. Kyouko had seen it  before on the faces of fans coming for meet and greets. Realization hit her like a freight train, and it was only thanks to the popcorn that she didn’t laugh out loud and spoil it.

Wasn’t it her luck – Mio was a Chaos Ranger.

“Oh my god, you’re…” Her cheeks turned pink as she glanced from her idol to Kyouko. Then she got a sick look on her face as the pieces started to fall into place, creating a picture she probably didn’t want to see. “You’re friends with Kyouko?”

Ray nodded enthusiastically as she munched on her popcorn. “Have been for a couple years now. She gives good input on shit.”

All the color drained from Mio’s face as she took a half step back. “I… er… I’ll see you in class Monday!”

And then she took off like a shot, all but dragging her tail behind her. It was at that point that Kyouko couldn’t resist laughing. At least Ray was there to be a solid place to lean on as she continued her giggle fit.

Up above, the idol was still eating her popcorn. “Was it something I said?”

For a brief moment, she had to wonder if Ray had been too focused on the popcorn to realize what was going on. However, she realized all too soon that there was a glint in the idol’s eyes as she watched the disappearing back of Kyouko’s school annoyances. Then when their eyes met, she smirked.

That made the witch smile as she shook her head. “You’re the absolute worst to your fans sometimes.”

“I don’t need assholes in the Chaos Rangers. My fanbase gets enough bad press for no good reason, we don’t need actual problem children.” She popped some popcorn into her mouth, swallowing before answering, “Besides, I heard how she was talking to you before I came over. The least I can do is fuck with her a little for you.”

 Kyouko felt her face heat up once more as she did her best to hide in her popcorn. “Thanks… honestly I’m used to her. She’s hated me since elementary school and I have no idea what I could’ve done to her.”

For all she knew, she had kicked sand on the girl in kindergarten… Mio seemed the type to hold that type of grudge.

Ray shrugged it off as she went for more popcorn. “Who knows, who cares. She’s an asshole and looked stupid in that costume anyway.”

The idol tossed some into her mouth as they started to walk towards the festivities. “You look way better, maybe she’s just jealous she doesn’t have cute freckles.”

The world dropped out from under Kyouko’s feet with those words. She did her best to keep her face neutral, but heat exploded to life in her cheeks anyway. It felt like an inferno as she parsed the idol’s words, doing her best not to jump to conclusions. However, that was the only move she could make.

Ray had called something about her cute.

“Hey, are you ok? Your face is all red.”

There was a hand gently lifting the brim of her hat to check her forehead. It brought them incredibly close, enough that Kyouko could smell Ray’s shampoo. It was surprisingly floral – rather pleasant honestly. Maybe strawberry?

Honestly, if she died right now she’d do it happily.

“Huh. No fever. Maybe you’re overheating?” Ray withdrew her hand. “Want to get some shaved ice or something so you cool down? I think I saw a stand over there…”

Kyouko shook her head as they started to walk among the glowing fairy lights and crowds. “You’re lucky there’s no paparazzi around right now, something like that would have wound up on the front page of somebody’s blog.”

She could practically read the headlines of some desperate wannabe blogger making up a relationship that didn’t exist. Maybe that was because she… kind of wanted that… but she knew better. The other idol only thought of her as a friend. She would have said otherwise… right?

Right?

“Eh, fuck ‘em. You know they don’t bother me.” Ray flashed her a crooked grin as they walked. “I’d just worry about you is all. I don’t want your classmates hassling you because of me.”

A warm feeling slid into her stomach as she glanced around at the lights. Maybe other people might think they were a couple from the way they were walking so close. It was a nice thought, even if it was never going to come true. Since it was Halloween, she could allow herself the brief fantasy.

It would go away in the cold light of November after all. Among the spirits and costumes, she could indulge it.

“I can handle myself, don’t worry.” But she allowed a smile. “Thanks for thinking of me, though.”

Another smile – there went her stomach. “Eh, what can I say. I might be dressed as a pirate, but I’m not the type to leave you in the lurch.”

No, she was just the type to make her nervous without even trying.

Still, all things considered, Kyouko didn’t mind just strolling along, inspecting the booths, and admiring the costumes. In the morning, this would be a memory she could go back to – every look, the touch of Ray’s hand against her skin especially. It would keep her warm in the coming winter months when the darkness snuck in earlier with every passing day.

But that was the future. Until that came, she was content to just stay with her friend and enjoy the night.

#writober22 #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Ray Jones sunburst idol unit #Lucy the lolita idol

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a ficlet written for @starwarsfandomfests Halloween exchange for @gil-estel for the prompt “DIY costumes”: in which modern obianidala dress up as Fictional Star Wars Characters Luke, Han, and Leia

“How come I can’t be Luke Starkiller?” Anakin grumbled. “That all-black costume at the end is sick. Obi-Wan doesn’t deserve it.”

Padmé considered him, looking up from her sketches. “We agreed we were going to be the Star Wars trio. Do you think Obi-Wan can pull off Han? We could practically make that outfit from your closet already, all I need is a vest and to add some bloodstripes to an old pair of jeans.”

Obi-Wan smirked. He had a glass of wine in hand, and was watching Anakin and Padmé’s planning session with mild amusement. His only contribution to their group costume project had been to agree and then to give them carte blanche. “Maybe you’re not thinking broadly enough, Padmé. Maybe I could be Leia, and you could be Han.”

Padmé fixed him with a look, deep enough in planning mode that she was not prepared to smile at this. “So you also want to add finding a wig that isn’t a terrible Halloween product to our list?” she asked sweetly. “I’ll ask Eirtaé to give you some pointers if you want to take that on. It’s not Princess Leia without the cinnamon roll buns, after all.”

“If you want to be screen-accurate, perhaps we should not mix costumes from two different movies,” Obi-Wan retorted.

Padmé sighed. “Anakin, light of my life, you are objectively the best choice to be Han. You’re handsome, rugged, and a total disaster. Obi-Wan, sweetheart, try me and I will make you wear a white bathrobe. Also, the dress is already mostly made, and it would not fit you. If you wanted to be Leia, you could have spoken your preferences sooner. You will both look hot in your costumes.” This was spoken so flatly that it sounded more like a command than the compliment it was.

Their plans for this Halloween had not originally involved costumes, but then someone had informed them the week before the party that it involved a costume contest, and then Anakin had made a bet with Aayla, and Padmé’s pride would not let her settle for second-best if clothes were involved. It had been a frenzied week of preparations, but by the time Saturday rolled around, they were ready.

When Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived at Padmé’s house, her roommate answered the door and let out a gust of music. “Come in!” Sabé said, waving them behind her. She looked to have something pirate-y but also maybe ghost-y going on; Anakin couldn’t have said whether it was a specific character, but there was a corset and a lot of curled hair and deep-shadowed makeup around her eyes and along her cheekbones.

“Almost ready!” Padmé shouted from the next room. Anakin poked his head into the bathroom, where Padmé was in the middle of a delicate operation with an eye pencil.

He whistled, low. “Wow, that’s really all your hair?” he asked. “You look just like Leia.”

Padmé grinned at his reflection in the mirror. “Sabé helped,” she said.

She emerged after a few minutes and gave them both careful hugs—“don’t smear my lipstick, oh, you look fantastic, both of you.” Anakin thought, as they stepped into the party, that he wouldn’t rub it in Aayla’s face too hard when they won. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Padmé’s ear. “’Help me, Leia Organa, you’re my only hope,’” he said.

“That’s my line,” she said, amused.

#starwarsfandomfests #star wars fanfiction #obianidala #minnafics

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Rewatching Breaking Dawn Part 2 now and I do appreciate that they did the whole bell quality voice thing when Bella speaks for the first time

And I mean, Bella looks absolutely beautiful, yes, but it looks SO fabricated most of the time, especially during the scene where she meets her child for the first time, the makeup on her face is SO OBVIOUS, I hate it.

Like THIS vampire makeup is what we could have had if Bill Condon hadn't changed the fucking look so much, it's ridiculous

And don't even get me started on the fact that the Cullens left Bella ALONE with Charlie???? They NEVER would have done that with the danger of Bella losing control. They may be fast, but so is Bella and she could have killed him before they made it back to the room.

Throughout both movies Bill Condon does things that make no sense for vampires, like how Carlisle had to touch Bella in Part 1 to take her pulse even though he can hear it just fine (though, granted, that might be a habit of his from when he's pretending to be human at his job at the hospital), and when they measure Renesmee later where he WRITES IT DOWN, even though he has perfect recall.

And then there's the hug. I admit, I'm torn on this one, because I simultaneously hate it and love it.

I hate it because it was incredibly irresponsible of her to do that when there was a high chance she could have lost control (just because nothing happened doesn't mean it couldn't have).

But I also love it because it gave us Charlie's reaction to his daughter's body being hard and cold and Billy Burke did a great job with it.

I also hate the hair of so many of the Cullens, it looks SO bad.

Like, LOOK at Carlisle, his hair looks terrible. And I hate that Esme's hair got so dark throughout the movies, her hair in the first movie was so beautiful and like the book described and now look at it (not that darker hair isn't pretty but it's definitely not caramel anymore).

While this wig is definitely miles better than the one in New Moon, it's still super obvious that the hair isn't real. And while I'm also not the biggest fan of the Eclipse wig, it looked way more natural than this one.

Giving Edward shorter hair was a huge mistake because it made it so obvious that Rob was like ten years older than the role physically at this point. He still looks good, of course, but the Edward flair is gone.

And don't even get me started on how much I MOURN Jasper's gorgeous Eclipse hair, which for some reason they decided to replace with THIS UGLINESS WHAT THE FUCK

And then there's the sparkle scene (or should I call it the faint glimmer scene??). Stars, how much I fucking hate this scene, it was so obvious that BC hated that he was making a sparkly vampire movie. First of all, you can BARELY see the sparkling. Second of all, she's not even LOOKING AT HERSELF, like, I thought the point to this scene was so that Bella could SEE HERSELF SPARKLE for the first time but all she's doing is look at the light like a dumb bitch. And then he's pulling out of the shot so fast, it's almost like it didn't happen. I fucking hate it. David and Catherine would have given us so many close-ups, why did we get Bill instead??? UGH.

I'm gonna stop now, otherwise I'll only find more things.

Update: OH for FUCK'S SAKE, the Tumblr app is completely messing up the post, all the text and pictures are in the wrong order, I'll have to fix it on my computer

Update 2: Rearranged everything on my computer and about to hit save, so hopefully it looks right now.

UPDATE 3: This rant has two continuations now, you can find the first HERE.

#twilight #breaking dawn #bella cullen #edward cullen #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen

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Baked Chicken

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Submitted by @mylittleladysblog :

A/n: Shoutout to Greg Townley, though I pray he never sees this.

It was the first week of shooting the newest Spider-Man movie, and you were finally wearing costumes. Getting to wear MJ’s comfortable clothes was always an exciting part of the film making process for you. You saw your stunt double in the same white t shirt and ripped black jeans as you were in and gave her a high five. She didn’t wear her wig unless she was filming, so you could easily be told a let. Unlike Tom and Greg, who were impossible to differentiate between when they were wearing the same costume and facing the back.

Impossible.

“Hey you.” You spotted Tom with his face buried in the script and tapped him on the shoulder. After two movies together, now working on your third, you were best friends.

And it is perfectly normal to be in love with your best friend.

“Hey Y/n.” Toms stunt double, Greg turned around with a surprised smile.

“Greg! What a surprise!” You laughed in shock and tried to hide your embarrassment for mistaking Greg as Tom.

“Surprise? You tapped me on the shoulder.” Greg reminded you, not realizing you had been looking for Tom. You nodded and decided to lie as to not hurt his feelings.

“And it’s very surprising that you turned around. I could’ve been anyone. I could’ve had a knife!” You laughed awkwardly at your lame attempt at a cover up and Greg saw right through it.

“You thought I was Tom.” He said matter of factly.

“I did, yes.” You admitted. “But getting to talk to you is a lovely surprise.”

“Right.” He laughed dismissively and you instantly felt guilty.

“I’m sorry. I am happy to see you, though. You’re doing a really great job with the stunts.” You told him sincerely and he gave you a half smile.

“Thanks. Its really not that scary if you ever wanted to try it. I could even show you.” He offered with a certain kindness to it.

“Haha, thanks but I think I’ll let my stunt double handle that. I’m not a huge fan of heights or falling to my death.” You said and he laughed.

“Nonsense. I wouldn’t let you fall.” He shrugged shyly. 👉👈 I’ll put them in every story just watch me

“Thanks, Greg.” You smiled, pleasantly surprised with how the accidental conversation had gone.

“Hey, Y/n.” Tom came from behind you and put his hand on the small of your back, something he did when the paparazzi on the red carpets were shouting a little too loudly or if someone got a little too close to you. “Hi, Greg.”

“Tom!” You leaned into his touch, sensing he was a little off.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Greg nodded and walked towards the trailers.

“Since when are you and Greg friends?” Tom asked as soon as Greg was out of earshot. He kept his hand on your back and you realized he felt threatened.

“Since we started rehearsing in costume and I can’t tell you guys apart from the back.” You told him to ease his mind.

“That’s too bad.” Tom laughed lightly, relieved to know the playful shoulder tap was meant for him.

“It is too bad. I just wasted some perfectly good flirting on your stunt double.” You joked and Toms angst was immediately alleviated. Neither of you dared to say it, but you both knew you had something going on. Tom was just as hopelessly in love with you as you were with him, but the fear of getting rejected and then having to continue playing love interests stopped you from confessing.

It just didn’t stop you from flirting.

“Oh yeah? Maybe I should start doing my own stunts, then, like Tom Cruise.” Tom said and flexed his arm to make you laugh. “Makes the action shots look a a lot cooler anyway, you know?”

“I have never seen a Tom Cruise movie.” You said as you playfully squeezed his muscle.

“Really?” Tom asked.

“I don’t even think I’ve seen a trailer of his.” You realized. “I doubt I could even name one of his movies.”

“Mission impossible.” Tom told you.

“Well, I don’t think it’d be impossible for me to name one but it might take a while.” You disagreed, not realizing he was naming a movie.

“No I was- you know what? Never mind.” Tom laughed fondly and you had a feeling you missed the joke. Not wanting the conversation to end there, you gave him a soft shrug.

“Maybe we can watch one together one day.” You suggested as you fixed them collar of his shirt.

“I would love to.” He said with a faint blush.

That night, you watched about 47 minutes of a Tom Cruise movie before falling asleep in Toms lap. He made it midway of the movie before dozing off as well.

You woke up first the next morning and jolted a little when you didn’t recognize where you were. You quickly realized you were in Toms trailer, smiling softly when you saw his sleeping body next to you. Your legs were practically braided together, so you couldn’t move. You nudged him a little and in his sleep, he pulled you back on to the bed and held you to his chest.

“Morning.” You giggled as he rolled on top of you, still half asleep.

“Good morning.” Tom said groggily, opening his eyes a title. “What time is it?”

“7. We have to be in makeup by 8.” You checked your phone. You pushed him off of you but he held on tight, leaving you with your chin resting on his chest as he stared down at you, arms clad around your waist and resting on your back.

“I kinda want to stay here all day. Is that bad?” He said with a sleepy smile.

“It’s not bad if I want to do it too.” You smiled and brushed a hair off his nose. “We can stay here a few more minutes and then go get some breakfast. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.” He nodded and ran his fingers through your messy hair.

~

You spotted Tom later in the blue plaid button up he was wearing as Peters costume. After the morning you’d had together, you were less worried of his rejection and more focused on sealing the deal. You walked up to him with confidence and gave him a hug from behind.

“Hey.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, missing him after a long day of shooting separate scenes. You were surprised to hear a deep sigh come from his mouth, as if he wasn’t happy to see you.

“It’s Greg.” Greg said and you quickly let go as you realized you were hugging the wrong boy.

“Oh shit.” You whispered as Greg turned around. “I mean, hey Greg! Don’t be silly, I knew it was you.” You lied through your teeth.

“You did?” Greg asked with a hint of skepticism and a hint of hope.

“Well of course! I just had to give my special guy a hug, like I always do.” You said with unnatural cheerfulness. You were a great actress, but a terrible liar.

“I thought you only hugged me when you thought I was Tom.” Greg said and you felt stuck.

“What? Me? Never. I hug you because I…love you.” You blurted the first thing that came to your mind. You barely knew Greg and now you were telling him you loved him.

“You love me?” Greg said with a bright smile.

“Who doesn’t love Greg? Not me, I’ll tell you that.” You slapped his arm. “Love me some Greg every now and then.” You committed to your lie.

“Thanks, Y/n. That means a lot.” Greg was somehow unaware of your deceit.

“Anytime, pal. Anytime.” You punched him lightly on the shoulder. As he walked away, you made a mental note to double check before hugging anybody in a plaid shirt.

You went two full weeks without accidentally hugging Greg after that. All your hugs had been given to Tom, who they were rightfully meant for. He enjoyed the affection from you and at the same time, Greg began to miss it.

~

“That was amazing! God, you take my breath away.” You threw your arms around Toms shoulders and squeezed after a strenuous shoot with lots of wire work. He put his hands over yours and gave them a light squeeze before turning around.

“Aw, thanks Y/n.” Greg smiled and you felt like an idiot.

“How the hell does this keep happening?” You thought.

“Greg!” You said with a fake smile as you scanned the background for Tom.

“You thought I was Tom again, didn’t you?” He asked, a little disappointed.

“Would you stop with that? I always know it’s you.” You blatantly lied to his face

“You don’t have to say that, Y/n. If you were expecting Tom-“ Greg began.

“I wasn’t expecting Tom.” You cut him off, even though you were completely expecting Tom.

“So I take your breath away?” He tested you.

“Absolutely.” You let out a fake scoff.

“That’s funny.” He said with a small smile.

“Why?” You asked.

“You do the same to me.” He said timidly.

“Oh.” You said softly.

“See you around.” He nodded and walked away, leaving you confused and questioning what he meant.

~

The next time you waited for Tom after filming a scene, you made sure it was actually Tom. You waited until Toms sweet brown eyes met yours before you ran to him.

“Tom! Great job.” You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. Tom happily picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He set you down gently and squeezed your face between his hands with an endearing grin.

“Thanks, princess.” He said. The nickname made your heart skip a beat. You smiled brightly at him until your eyes trailed to the right. Tom followed your gaze and saw Greg leaving set. You broke out of Toms embrace and went to Greg.

“Greg! Awesome work!” You said honestly and gave him a quick hug, which he happily accepted. Tom felt jealousy bubble in the pit of his tummy at the sight of you and Greg. He had no idea when it started, but he seemed to be seeing you and Greg together everywhere he turned.

“Thanks, Y/n. Catch you later.” Greg smiled and left the set.

“I didn’t realize you and Greg were on a hugging basis now.” Tom said, sounded less friendly than he intended. He was annoyed, and you could tell.

“I just have to convince him that I hug him on purpose.” You said and Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“What does that even mean?” Tom inquired.

“I’ll explain later. Come on. I’ve missed you all day.” You tugged him by the hand and the pit in his tummy was replaced with butterflies as you tugged him towards your trailer.

~

“Hey man.” Greg said as he walked up to the snack table and stood behind Tom.

“Mate, awesome work today. The stunts look great.” Tom complimented.

“You’re doing something great work yourself.” Greg returned the favor.

“Thanks. I could never do what you do, though. They must’ve dunked you in that water a thousand times.” Tom kept the conversation light.

“It’s worth it. Especially this next scene.” Greg smiled to himself.

“Next scene?” Tom asked as he stirred some sugar into his tea.

“When MJ dives in the lake after Peter and kisses him through the mask.” Greg said with a light blush on his cheeks. Tom knew the scene was being shot today, but he assumed it was going to be between Greg and your stunt double.

“Oh, right. You’re excited to spend all that time underwater?” Tom forced a laugh before taking a sip of tea.

“I’m excited for Y/n to kiss me.” Greg laughed and Tom choked on his tea. He snapped out of it and tried to keep his cool as he continued the conversation.

“Oh, yeah? I thought her stunt double was gonna do that.” Tom said as he dabbed his chin with a napkin.

“Nah, man. That’s what makes her so cool. She said something about seeing a Tom Cruise movie for the first time and wanting to do her own stunts. She’s gonna be the one diving in the lake and kissing me underwater. Best job ever, right?” Greg nudged Tom playfully, having no idea how much Tom liked you. Or how much this conversation was killing him.

“Right.” Tom laughed nervously. “Are you into her or something?”

“God, I am in love with that girl. And I think she likes me back.” Greg said confidently and Toms heart stopped. You were always talking to Greg, and usually seemed very happy when you were. You hadn’t mentioned anything about liking someone, but then again, you never talked about that stuff with Tom. Toms mouth went dry at the thought of you losing you to his stunt double.

“What makes you so sure?” He asked curiously, a little afraid to hear the answer.

“She’s always running to see me or hugging me from behind. And she compliments me so much, it’s insane.” Greg chuckled. “I think she might really like me.”

“And all the hugs from behind, are you sure they’re meant for you? I don’t mean to burst your bubble or anything, but she and I are very close and she could be mistaking you for me when we’re in the same clothes. Or something.” Tom stammered.

“That’s what I always thought, but she assured me it wasn’t true.” Greg smiled to himself at the thought of the conversation you had once. “She told me I take her breath away, man. How cute is that?”

“Adorable.” Tom gulped. He didn’t know you said that to Greg, and it made him upset to think about you giving such a sweet compliment to someone else.

“I’m gonna ask her out.” Greg decided. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m just gonna do it.”

“Ask her out? When?” Tom panicked.

“Next time I see her. You’re shooting a scene on set B later, right? She usually hangs around when you’re filming. I’ll probably catch her there.” Greg drew up his plan.

“Ha, yeah.” Tom laughed weakly.

“Alright. See you later, dude.” Greg patted Toms back and walked away from the table.

“Later.” Tom said, but Greg was already gone.

Tom left the snack table and started furiously texting you, asking you to meet him anywhere as quickly as possible. He entirely missed you walked past him until he heard your voice.

“Hey Greg.” You said as you walked by, also buried in your phone. Tom stopped walking and looked at you curiously.

“It’s Tom.” Tom said, a little bitterly, and you stopped in your tracks. You turned around with a surprised smile and walked back to him.

“Oh My God, really?” You said in disbelief, looking him up and down to make sure it was true.

“Were you expecting Greg?” Tom worried after the conversation he’d just had with Greg.

“I am literally never expecting Greg. That’s my problem.” You laughed and fixed Toms hair that had fallen into his face.

“What?” Tom asked, feeling better now that you were being your usual flirty self with him.

“Nothing. Long story.” You shook your head and stopped touching his hair, content with how it looked.

“Okay. You ready for that lake scene later? I heard you’re doing it yourself.” Tom faked a smile, desperate to know your thoughts on shooting the scene with Greg.

“I am! I’m really excited for it actually. You’re gonna be there right?” You asked for confirmation.

“Definitely.” Tom assured you, trying to read your reaction.

“Cool. I like when you watch me film.” You told him and he perked up a little.

“Having me there doesn’t make you nervous? Every time I know my mum is watching a take, I forget how to blink.” Tom eased up and you laughed.

“It’s different with you. I feel more at ease knowing you’re watching. It calms me down.” You told him and he couldn’t help from smiling.

“I’m happy to hear that.” He said honestly. “And you’re doing the scene with Greg, right?”

“Yeah. Greg.” You nodded slightly, not wanting to change the subject.

“Great guy.” Tom commented with an uneasy smile.

“No, totally.” You said stiffly. You did not want to be talking about Greg with the boy you liked.

“Are you excited to kiss him?” Tom blurted and you looked at him strangely.

“Excited? Bleh. It’s through the mask anyway and it’s in the script. It’s nothing like what we shot yesterday.” You tried to bring the conversation back to a place where progress was being made. Toms face flushed when he thought of the climatic kiss you shot yesterday. After 18 takes of kissing you like he’d never see you again, Tom went home dizzy with a dreamy smile on his face.

“Yeah I um, I enjoyed yesterday.” He looked at the ground and smiled shyly. 👉👈 I’ll never stop.

“We should do it again sometime.” You said boldly and Toms attention whipped back to you. He had to stop the giant smile that wanted to break through from surfacing.

“I agree. Maybe without the camera though.” His mouth moved faster than his brain, but you seemed to like it.

“Yeah.” You smiled and took a step closer to Tom. “I meant to tell you this before, but you’re doing a great job with this film. I love staying on set to watch you do your scenes. Especially the emotional ones, Tom.” You sighed in content. “You take my breath away.

“I do? Me?” Tom asked when he recognized the compliment you had told Greg.

“Yeah, you.” You laughed at his strange response. “Why?”

“Can I ask you something?” He became serious.

“Anything.” You assured him.

“Have you ever hugged Greg thinking he was me?” He asked if as casually as he could to not make it weird.

“Um, only like everyday. That’s why I was so surprised it was actually you earlier. Why?” You wondered how he had caught on to your ongoing dilemma.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He said, all playfulness gone from his tone. Tom wanted to tell you about Greg’s plan, not necessarily to steal you from Greg, but to prepare you for what was coming. If Tom was putting the pieces together correctly, all your flirty banter with Greg was intended for Tom. Now Greg was whipped and you were about to look like the bad guy.

He also wanted to steal you from Greg.

“Tom Holland to set B. Tom Holland to set B.” A voice rang through on the announcements at the worst possible time.

“You can tell me after. I gotta head to makeup anyway.” You smiled and Tom felt his panic rise. “It’s just a touch-up, so I’ll be by soon to watch your scene. Good luck.” You squeezed his arm and walked away. Tom watched with dread as you left before he had a chance to tell you what was coming.

~

Tom stood on his mark and listened to what the director wanted him to do in the scene, even though his mind was a million miles away. He only barely heard them call “action” and began to deliver his lines with his focus all over the place. His eyes trailed off his scene partner and landed on Greg, slowly approaching you as you watched the scene with a giddy smile. Toms mouth went dry and he purposely flubbed his line so they could stop filming. The director began to give him some more directions, but Toms focus was pointed at you and Greg.

“Hey, Y/n.” Greg taped your shoulder and you turned around.

“Freaking Greg.” Tom muttered through gritted teeth.

“Hey Greg. Come by to watch the scene?” You asked politely.

“I came to see you, actually.” Greg said, making your head turn.

“You did?” You asked, not used to him initiating the conversations you had.

“Yeah, there was something I needed to tell you.” Greg smiled nervously and Tom felt himself beginning to sweat, the cold kind that chilled your spine.

“Oh, sure. Go ahead.” You said and gave Greg your full attention.

“No no no no no no.” Tom whispered in despair.

“What was that?” Kevin, the director asked.

“I said ‘woah woah woah woah woah’ because this scene is just so good.” Tom lied and turned his attention back to you.

“Can we go somewhere private, actually?” Greg requested and Tom nearly fell to the ground. He wished he could leave the set and ask you to stay, ask you to be his instead, but he couldn’t. He had to stand by and watch as another boy whisked you away. A boy in the exact same freaking clothing as Tom was in.

“Okay.” You made eye contact with Tom and Greg began to lead you away. You weren’t blind to the look of devastation on his face and gave him a quizzical look. Tom shrugged sadly and you began to wonder if this had anything to do with what he was trying to tell you before.

You and Greg walked off set and found a quiet space near the trailers. Your tummy did flip flops as Greg cleared his throat, obviously getting ready to tell you something. You took a deep breathe and lead the conversation.

“What did you need to tell me?” You asked.

“I guess I’ll just be straightforward. I like you, Y/n. I like you a lot.” Greg admitted. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with a girl like you, but then you kept hugging me and complimenting me and I don’t know. It made me think you liked me back? Am I right when I say that?”

“Greg, I…” You absorbed his words and let them sink to the bottom of your tummy like a rock. “…am a jerk. I’m a total jerk.”

“That’s not true. You’re the nicest person on this set.” Greg insisted and you felt even worse.

“I’m not.” You sighed. “I do admire your work and I am always happy to see you, but I have never approached you thinking you were…well, you. I’m always-“

“-looking for Tom?” Greg finished your sentence.

“Yes.” You came clean. “I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I just felt so bad. I didn’t want you to feel unappreciated, because I really do think you’re great. I didn’t realize lying would make the situation worse.”

“I had a feeling you weren’t actually excited to see me.” Greg laughed halfheartedly. “Probably should’ve listened to that feeling.”

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized and squeezed his arm.

“You know what? It’s okay. We wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” Greg said with a sincerity you appreciated. He didn’t seem hurt, just relieved to get it off his chest.

“Why do you say that?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Well, like I said. You take my breath away.” Greg said and you felt guilt again. “You make me so nervous, it’s not even funny. And there’s this study that says if you meet someone and they make you nervous, and your palms get sweaty, and your heart races out of your chest, then they aren’t the one for you. It’s not until you meet someone who makes you feel totally calm that you’ve found your soulmate.”

“Oh.” You said quietly, taking his words into consideration.

“Have you ever had that? Someone who makes you feel at peace?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” You told him, too deep in thought to give him a better answer.

“Greg Townley to Lot A. Greg Townley to Lot A.” Rang over the announcements.

“That’s my cue. I’ll see you around, Y/n.” Greg gave you a kind smile.

“See you.” You said sadly. He walked away and you felt your heart sink with every step he took. You didn’t want to be with him, but you also didn’t want to break his heart. He was so kind about your rejection that it made you even sadder. He deserved better than an “I don’t know.”

You took a walk to clear your head and didn’t get back to your trailer until the sun had set. You’d taken a lot of time to think, asking yourself what today was supposed to teach you. If Greg could put himself out there and confess his feelings, you could too. You could also tell him the real reason you had to turn him down. You opened your trailer door and jumped when you saw Greg in there already, facing the wall and flipping through a magazine. You took a deep breath and prepared to rip the band-aid off.

“Greg! I need to talk to you. Remember when you asked me if I had someone who made me feel at peace and I told you I didn’t know?” You asked. “I do know. It’s Tom. It’s always been Tom. You are so sweet and talented and kind but I am so in love with that boy, it’s unbelievable.” You let out a laugh. “I really appreciate you telling me about your feelings and I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate them, but it has nothing to do with you. It’s just because I’m in love with someone else. I’m sorry.”

Greg had stopped flipping through the magazine at some point and stood frozen, facing the wall. You were out of breath from your rant and his stillness wasn’t helping your anxiety.

“Please say something.” You begged. Greg slowly turned around and lo and behold,

It was Tom.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” You yelled, not to anyone in particular, but it was slightly aimed at God.

“You’re in love with me?” Tom asked like it was the craziest thing he ever heard. You gave him a shrug, not knowing what else to do.

“Now it’s you? Why hasn’t it been you the 500 times I’ve given Greg the best hug of his life? The one time I need to talk to Greg, and it’s you? Really?” You asked the Heavens why you consistently made that mistake. “Oh and yeah, I am.” You sheepishly answered his question.

“I thought Greg was gonna ask you out.” He said, hurt evident in his tone.

“He did.” You told him, once again talking about Greg instead of your budding romance with each other.

“And you said no?” Tom tilted his head to the side.

“Did you not hear my whole rant?” You practically yelled at him out of frustration.

“Well, not the first part because I was reading a recipe for baked chicken-“ Tom glanced back down at the magazine and pure rage filled your body.

“TOM!” You yelled to regain his attention.

“It was a good recipe!” He defended as he pointed to the centerfold. “It has sweet potatoes.”

“I’m trying to tell you how I feel and you’re-wait, sweet potatoes?” You pretended to be caught off guard at the new information.

“Yeah, look.” He handed you the magazine as you glared at him for not getting your sarcasm. You smacked it out of his hands and he stared at it on the ground. You both stood in silence for a moment, staring at the magazine before Tom started to laugh. You were angry at first, but started laughing as well when you realized he was messing with you.

“You don’t care about the chicken.” You said indefinitely.

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“You’re messing with me.” You realized.

“Yep.” He nodded with a cheeky grin.

“I hate you so much.” You whined and stamped your foot.

“I may be in love with you, but you’re always gonna be my best friend before anything else. And there’s nothing I love more than messing with my best friend.” Tom took your hand and pulled you against his body. You let out a little surprised laugh but quieted down when you saw the look on his face as he took your face between his hands. “You think I care about baked chicken when my princess told me she’s in love with me? You think I’m worried about sweet potatoes now? At a time like this?”

“That was half sweet and half absolutely ridiculous to listen to.” You berated him and he laughed. You could feel his body moving against yours as he laughed and it had a certain effect on you.

“Was it the part about the sweet potatoes?” He pouted and you wanted to smack him.

“No.” You huffed and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“The baked chicken, then?” He asked.

“Say baked chicken one more time and I promise you-“ You were interrupted by Tom kissing you. You’d kissed plenty of times before for the camera, but this one felt different.

This one felt earned.

Tom pulled away after a minute and let out a soft chuckle.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, and all it took was Greg and some baked chicken for us to finally get together?” He whispered to not disturb the peace.

“Don’t mistake my gentle tone for calmness because I can assure you, I am filled with waters of rage,” You said sweetly and Tom laughed, “but I dare you to say baked chicken again. I dare you.”

“Alright, I’ll stop.” Tom smiled and pecked your lips again. “We can’t go to far from set, so I have some ramen and Cheerios if you want dinner. It can be like our first date.”

“God, ramen and Cheerios? You spoil me too much.” You teased him over his food choices.

“Says the girl with nothing in her trailer but popcorn and no microwave.” Tom teased you.

“It’s not my fault that they took away my microwave after I accidentally put the mental cup in there.” You shot back. Tom bit his lips as he stared at you with a dopey smile. It wasn’t long before you smiled back.

“Tell you what princess, as soon as we get a break from filming, I want you to come over to my house for a real date.” Tom said as he wrapped his arms around you. “I have plans for us.”

“Plans?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“There’s this great recipe-“ Tom didn’t get to finish his sentence, as he was smacked across the face with one of your pillows.

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episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #gina porter #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #howie my pizza king #lily hsmtmts

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Author’s Note:  Well hello my friends!  Since hitting 1000 Followers in July (WHAT?!  STILL UNBELIEVABLE!!!) I’ve been working on the requests sent in by my amazing troop of readers!  This is another one of those stories which I’m pleased to share.   As always, help my unending need for validation but re-blogging or liking the story!  Also, you can send asks, make your own request, follow me, or be added to my tag-list! Last, @sammy-jo1977 is my beta... and my ride or die home girl!  Thanks lady! Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader, appearances from most of the Avengers

Summary/ Request:  @queenofmischief asked for a story where “Loki and you guys are friends growing up and you realize you like him and try to hide it but somehow at a party or something or another, maybe Seven Minutes in Heaven is involved, it comes out and really hot smut ensues?”

I used some of the ideas you gave me, dear reader, but made it a little more mature, so I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Warnings:  Lots of 80′s references... music, movies, clothes, etc.  References of smut, heavy petting and kissing

ENJOY!

"But, like, I really don't want to go."  Your cellphone, pinned between your ear and shoulder, pushed your earring into the tender flesh behind your lobe.  It probably didn't help that the jewelry in question was a pair of huge hoops, fluorescent in color and hard plastic.

You heard Wanda sigh, "Yea… I know.  It's just, we all are… and you know it'll be worse if you don't show up."

"I really hate it."  Using a sing-song voice didn't change the feelings behind your words.  Going up to the main floor of The Avengers Tower for a theme party was not a thrilling idea.

"I know you do-", pulling open the door between your room and hers, you palmed your phone, frowning at your friend, "-But you look great!"

"Radical… or wicked… or tubular would be more 80's appropriate."  Still, her compliment made you smile.  It really was a great outfit, totally encapsulating the MTV generation's vibe, complete with hot lime colored leg warmers. 

 Your cropped REO Speedwagon t-shirt was cut off at the neck, dripping low enough to expose one whole shoulder, and a wide stripe of the magenta colored tank top underneath.  Having tucked the camisole into your acid washed denim micro miniskirt, you finished the ensemble with a pair of black pumps, and the obligatory scrunchie of cheap yellow satin.  It pulled your hair into a low, side ponytail.

For makeup you'd painted your eye-shadow on, bright turquoise with pink under your brows.  Lipstick in a shimmery rosy hue brought extra attention to your lips.  And you stored your cell phone, lip gloss and keys in your iridescent fanny pack.

Wanda couldn't help giggling at the sight of you and your collection of clashing colors.  For her look tonight she'd dawned a pair of skin tight leggings, an over-sized button down shirt with a stretchy black belt that was about four inches wide.  Ballet flats, teased out hair and stark makeup had Wanda looking like a video vixen.  It was impressive.

"See, you went sexy… and I went silly."  Pouting now, you flopped onto your bed, "Can I just not?"

Sitting down next to you, patting your knee, "You don’t look silly, but you do look like you could be a hair band groupie!  That’s sexy!” Shrugging your shoulders, unconvinced, Wanda added, “Besides, tonight… It may be fun.  And, worse case?  You get blitzed like a teenager on prom night."

"No… that's not the worst case.  Worst case?  He's there."

Sighing, Wanda shook her head, "He does still rub you the wrong way, huh?  And, yes, he may be there… but-" standing, taking you with her, "-it would be a shame to waste all your wicked cool work!"

Hearing her use the dated vernacular made you grin.  She was right.  Tonight could be a blast, if you were able to get out of your head.  Jumping off the bed, unsettling one of those fashionable leg warmers, you hugged your friend tightly.  You could do this.  You wouldn't be alone.  And if Loki was there, he'd just have to get over it.  You weren't going to pay him any attention.

---

"Mr. Loki… can we please go?  We're already stupid late."  

Bending to straighten his red suspenders, Loki smirked at himself, "Greed is good."

Sighing, exasperated and edging into anger, Peter pulled open the front door, "I don't know what that means, but you look… greasy."

"Like I could steal your company in a corporate take over?  Maybe steal your woman too", Loki questioned, excited at the idea.

Crossing his arms over the red puffy vest he had bought specifically for tonight, Peter grunted, "Uh… I… I guess.  I meant more like one of the assholes in Wolf of Wall Street."

God, you had better be there tonight.  Loki was putting a lot of hope on Stark’s little shindig and he wanted to make sure that all of the little details were absolutely perfect, giving him every advantage.  Standing now, slicking back his long dark hair, "That, my young spider friend, is exactly what I am going for… Evil 80′s CEO."

"Great."

Loki heard the frustration in the young man’s voice.  Someday he would understand, Loki thought, turning to the youthful Avenger beside him, "You certainly make a dashing Marty McFly, Peter.  Truly."

"Aw!  Really, Mr. Loki?  Ya mean it?"  That made the Spider Boy preen, popping his collar, and standing a little straighter.

"I do!  Now-" flashing a rakish smile to his reflection as he passed, "-let's get upstairs and see how everyone else is doing!"

---

Everyone else was ready to party.  The last mission, a particularly difficult one, involved Hydra agents banging it out against our heroes along the rough terrain of the polar ice cap.  Draining the physical and emotional resources of everyone, including you and Loki, Tony had planned a little party to kick off a period of rest and relaxation.

As soon as the elevator opened you knew it was going to be an insane night.  Everything was brightly lit.  Paper streamers were strung up haphazardly along the walls and ceiling.  Big plastic buckets of chips and cheese curls were put out on the counter along with a huge punch bowl that reeked of rum and sugary fruit juice.  On the floor in the kitchenette was a garbage can, freezing, full of ice, only the keg tap visible.  A stack of red plastic cups was at the ready.

Someone had ordered pizza.  Well, dozens of pizzas.  The boxes were piled along the table already crammed with pretzel bags and Doritos.  

Steve was being instructed on the basics of Beer Pong and, you decided, definitely being hustled by Sam.  Bucky looked on with curiosity, quietly sneaking closer to the chips and dip, hoping no one would notice.  Rhodey was watching them both through the reflective lenses of his aviator shades, doing a great job of looking like a Top Gun cadet, including the tight jeans and broken-in bomber jacket.  Grinning as he drank down a bottle of beer, Rhodes shouted, "Hey Stank!  Is all of this really necessary?"

"Don't come for me Rhodey!"  Wearing a pair of neon leopard spotted knit pants, a green polo shirt and white sneakers, Tony was clutching a glass bowl filled with little slips of paper to his chest.  No one had managed to figure out what they were or why he held them.  Drinking two beers from his plastic, can holding helmet, Tony would answer only with a slightly slurred, "It's my trashy 80′s party and I do what I want!"

And Tony had thought of everything.  Sounding like a mixed tape pulled from the radio, the tunes didn't let up!  Ratt, Foreigner, Cindi Lauper, Madonna and Tom Petty all took turns blasting through the room.  So many hits from the past pumped through the sound system, getting people on their feet and keeping them there.  You were swinging and swaying along, having a blast, but when Bon Jovi hit the group of Intergalactic Warriors went wild.

Clint, rocking a mullet wig and a vest with no shirt, jumped onto a table making the motions of an air guitar champion.  Singing into a beer bottle like it was his microphone, "Whoooooaaaa we're halfway there…"

Guffawing, you hid behind your Bud Light filled cup, already red cheeked from the non-stop laughing and alcohol in your system.  At some point you had given up Wanda to Vision in a varsity jacket, doing his best jerk-off jock impression, and not quite pulling it off.  It wasn't his fault that he was too polite to put people down in the way of Eighties movie bad guys. Alone, feeling flushed, but happy, you needed a break and some quiet.  Flinging yourself onto the soft sofa, watching the frat house style antics unfold all around, you couldn’t help laughing.  Tony always found a way to knock the group out of their post mission funk.  Sometimes that meant week long Caribbean vacations and sometimes that meant dressing up in retro attire and scream singing with a cold beer in your hands.  Either way, it seemed to bring everyone closer together, and the pictures were certainly worth framing. The couch dipped as someone joined you.  Swiveling, not quite drunk but not quite sober, you couldn’t help the groan that left you.  “Oh.  It’s you.”

Not exactly the response Loki wanted, he was just grateful that you spoke to him at all.  Lately you seemed to flee any room he entered, a hurt and heavy sigh escaping you before you'd make your exit, never looking back.  Loki couldn't understand why.

After all, it had been two months since that night.  The one where he'd stumbled on you, glowing blue in the light of the television set, alone and in the darkness.  You asked him to join you, he had accepted.

The movie was called "Say Anything" and Loki had to admit, as far as romance on film went, this story was very moving.  But that was an unexpected bonus to being so near to you.  Before the credits rolled, you had burrowed against him, snuggled under his arm with your head on his chest.  

Stroking your hair, Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead, thoughtlessly, naturally.  Pushing away, looking up at him through hooded lashes, "You… you kissed me?"

Words failed the silver tongued devil, something he still pondered all these weeks later, so a nod was all you got for a response.  Kneeling, your sleep shirt riding over your thighs, Loki watched your small hand rising to cup his cheek.  Feeling your lips against his own was the beginning of the best night of his life.

And then, nothing.  It was like a switch had been thrown and no matter how many ways he tried to reach out for you, Loki wasn't able to connect.  Not like that night.

So, he was going against his nature tonight.  Joining the group, drinking a bit of his brother's mead, wearing a dated but pristine business suit.  All done in the vain hope that something would shift in his favor.

He had already lost too many nights to memories of you.  Soft, full skin under his broad palms.  The tiny moan you exhaled when Loki’s tongue met your own.  How your wet, willing body accepted him, without question or stipulation.  And in the afterglow, when your head rested in the crook of his neck and your cherry cola scented breath circled him, you let Loki hold you close.

But he buried it all.  Tonight he was the embodiment of all things slick.  Nothing could stick to him; not when he had a goal in mind and this much gel in his hair.  Loki Odinson would be taking you home tonight, come hell or high water. Wolfish, Loki’s grin was wicked, “Yes.  Your dream has come true.”  Sitting back, he crossed his designer suit covered knee at the ankle, exposing socks with little golfers on them.  He let his right arm rest along the back of the sofa, not around you… not yet, but inching closer. “What is that cologne you’re wearing?” “Don’t you like it?  I’m told Drakkar Noir was quite the scent of the 80′s.  I did my research.” Twisting, you looked him over, impressed despite yourself.  The suit was totally of its time.  Black, pinstriped and you were sure the jacket that came with it was draped somewhere safe.  His shirt was shiny but soft and bright, blinding white.  Suspenders of red matched the tie that draped down the center of his chest. With his hair combed straight back and held in place with some kind of product, Loki looked like he was capable of eating a six course lunch at Sardi’s, complete with dirty martinis, then jetting back to the office in time to defraud a corporate spending account.  The kind of executive that blackmails a co-worker with pictures of a mistress.  The kind of douche bag that tries to take over a rec center to build a mall.  In short, an avarice little asshole.  So, why was it so hot? “It’s… overpowering.”, boy, was that an understatement.  Loki’s whole aesthetic was overpowering right now.  And, was he moving closer? His bent knee brushed against your own as he leaned near enough to be heard at a whisper, “You look adorable, you know that?” Scrunching into the corner of the couch, eyeing him suspiciously, “Oh?  Really?” “Really.”, his hand brushed over your exposed shoulder, making you jump at his touch.

Uh uh.  No way.  You would not be so easy to seduce this time around.  Even if those wide hands sent goosebumps growing all over your body, Loki would not charm his way into your panties again.  Not like last time.

It had been spontaneous.  Genuine, at least for you.  And in the moment, it felt like Loki had given you a little piece of himself, a tenderness that no one else ever saw in the far flung Frost Giant.  

Maybe that's why Clint's words hurt so much.  He had told you so casually, holding up a spoonful of Cheerios, "Loki said his last girl was a drag.  Basic bitch?  Is that what the kids say?"

Thinking about it now made your heart hurt.  You had given yourself to someone who thought you were beneath him.  Loki couldn't want you.  You would never be good enough.

But that night haunted you.  His soulful kisses that stole your breath.  The drag of Loki’s hands over the swell of your bottom as you straddled his hips.  His solid chest under your own hands, dark head curved against the couch cushion, but those burning eyes never leaving your face.  “I thought you said I was plain.  Simple.  Boring.”  

Leveling his own words back at him made Loki straighten in his seat.  How could you think that?  Unbalanced, stammering, “Uh… I… I’d never…” “Never expected me to find out?  I believe that.  And, let me tell you this-”  Pushing yourself up with the help of the couch’s arm, you rose on unsteady legs, “-I’m not nearly drunk enough to fall into your arms again.”  Spinning away, you made a dash towards the people in the kitchen, without looking back. Watching you go, Loki could do nothing but stare after your retreating form, flummoxed.

“That was… painful.”

He knew that voice well enough, frustrated, confused and unfit for company, “Go away, Tony.”

“I don’t think I will.  In fact-” sitting down in your empty spot, patting Loki’s knee, “-I’m going to make myself comfortable.  Now, tell Uncle Tony all about it.”

Rolling his eyes, unable to find you in the crowd, Loki risked a sideways glance at his replacement companion.  Was he really going to indulge in this?  Tell his almost friend about you… about your one night together?  Loki raked his hands through the pomade in his hair, growling low, “If you breathe a word of it Tony, I’ll-” Lowering his wrap around sunglasses, peering at Loki, Tony smiled, “Your secret is safe with me.” ---

Thinking less and less about Loki as the night went on should have been a relief but it seemed like the scent of him followed you everywhere.  Unable to get free of him, you busied yourself with drinks, dancing, and munching like you were a kid again.  Anything to keep your mind from wandering.

It's not like the party was boring.  Not at all!  There was plenty to distract you and you let it.  Natasha made you her partner for beer pong and somehow you successfully won against Rhodey and Sam.  

Next, Wanda needed you, which is how you wound up sitting on the bathroom sink listening to her go on about Vision in that wistful, loving way that made your own heart ache.  Being a little drunk, you had to fight the urge to cry because you were lonely and hurting. “I saw you talking to Loki… what was that about?”  She was reapplying ruby red lipstick, studying herself in the mirror, not looking directly at you.  

Wanda's voice cut through your self doubt spiral though, something you were thankful for, and with a casual tone you countered, “He was trying to get something started, I think.” Eyebrows lifting, Wanda’s interested piqued,  “Really?  Loki was hitting on you?” “Yea… I mean, I think so.  Was coming on awfully strong too.  But… he’s been a jerk, right?”  

Wanda cleaned up her eye make-up taking a minute, after washing her hands she looked at you, “I mean, he is here.” “So?” “So, you know he’s not really a joiner.  More of a lone wolf.  In fact, I think this may be the first of these little parties he’s come to.  Maybe he’s changed… grown a bit?  And, honestly, you never asked him about-”

Hopping off the counter, cutting her off, more than a little huffy at her good sense, “No, I didn’t and I don’t plan to.  Loki thinks I’m a bore?  Too basic for him?  Fine.  I have better things to do with my time.” Laying her hand on your shoulder, Wanda stopped you, eyeing you in the mirror once more, “I know his words hurt… but you’re going to have to clear the air eventually.  Especially if we’re all going to work together.”

Shrugging, you offered your friend a small smile.  There was truth in her sentiment, even if your slightly drunken brain rebelled against hearing it, “Yea, you're right… plus-” looking around the small washroom, just to make sure no one could hear the pair of you, “- he looks really hot tonight!”

Giggling, Wanda hugged you close, “I didn’t want to say anything, but… yea he does!” The pair of you were still laughing together, standing at the back of the crowd as Tony turned down the music, announcing, “Gather round children, Uncle Tony needs your attention!”  There were a few groans, mostly from the beer pong table, as apparently Bucky was unhappy about forfeiting his winning match.  Everyone else, in all their high haired glory, were congregating near their host, curious and more than a little drunk.

“Tony, what the hell, man?  You killed the tunes!”, Clint shouted, spilling Bud Light foam as he joined the tightening circle. “Patience, my drunk friend.  You all remember this?”  From the table nearby, Tony picked up his glass bowl, triumphant, “Our Destiny!”

Pepper, sighing with a smile, “So dramatic!” Shaking the bowl in her direction Tony smirked, “Ok smarty, then you pick first.  Go on… Pick!” There were oohs and ahhs from the assembled Avengers.  Rolling her eyes, Pepper reached in, grabbing the first slip her fingers found.  Pulling it free, she grinned, eyeing Tony, “It says ‘Loki’...” Hearing his name, Loki snapped his head up, surprise registering on his face, “Excuse me?” Holding it up for his examination, Pepper waved the slip under the regal nose of the junior Odinson, “See… your name.” “Yes, but why?”

Butting in, Tony snatched the scrap from the hand of his lovely fiance, practically dancing with glee.  Turning to Loki, “Now you, Gordon Gecko, pull a slip.” Aware of all eyes locked on him, Loki reached into the jar, digging around a little more than necessary.  Finally satisfied, the thin paper pinched between his fingers, Loki opened the folded note.  When his fierce gaze met yours, you knew without a doubt.  It was your name he had grabbed. Throwing a thick arm across Loki’s broad shoulders, Tony hugged him close, “Well?  What’s it say?” It all made sense in that moment.  The tacky costumes, flat beer and endless music.  A drunken moment of clarity had descended.  Tony, waving his arms, eating up the crowd’s reactions, heads turning to gauge your response.  Swallowing hard, your hearing failing you, you just faked a smile. You and Loki were going into the closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Only there was no way you were going to do that.  Not after what he’d said.  Not after your one night together, right?  But you felt a gentle hand pushing your forward, into the center of your circle of friends and for some reason, your feet followed.  

Refusing didn't enter your mind.  With everyone ogling you and Loki, making a scene would only cause more speculation, something you weren't keen to do.  Instead, you stepped next to Tony, outwardly eager to play along.  

You just shouldn't have dared to look at your proposed make out partner.  Laser focused, Loki’s lusty look hadn’t wavered.  No, the light in those thundering blue eyes was carnal, darker than you had ever seen, matching your own.  Against your better judgement, you wanted Loki, too.

Whatever Tony was saying was a blur, merely sounds, because you were utterly stunned by the nearness of Loki.  The roaring laughs of the rest of the group were drowned out by your pounding heart.  A door opened to a dim room, the pantry maybe?  You didn’t know and in that moment you didn’t really care. 

With a small smile, Loki ducked into the cupboard, lacing his fingers with yours, offering a bit of his strength.  Dragging you inside, your body pinned between a shelf of snacks and the hard body of your frenemy, a whimper of want passed your lips.  Loki still smelled so good and now he was so close.  “Have fun you two!”, Tony’s words were accompanied by the door shutting you and Loki inside, in the dark.  Surrounded by silence, Loki’s sharp pants were the only sound louder than your racing pulse, which was saying something. Afraid to move, afraid of spooking you, Loki struggled to search your stare in the low light.  He had already experienced your angry dismissal of his attention tonight.  It wasn't something he wanted to relive, not when you were so close with sweet and speedy breath, your chest brushing against his own at each exhale.

Lifting a hand, grazing over your uncovered shoulder, Loki's touch was electric.  You moved towards it, towards him, needing more of his energy.  Craving it.

Bold in the dark, you grabbed at Loki’s suspenders, tugging him closer.  Rising on your toes, covering some of the distance between your mouth and his, you pressed a hot kiss to those soft, pink lips.  Under your fluttering fingers Loki shivered, "Darling-"

"Shut up.  I… I don't care."

"But I never…"

"I told you.  I don't care.  Now kiss me like you mean it, because we only have about six more minutes!"

Not needing any more encouragement, Loki found the flare of your hips in the shadows, molding your curves to the rigid planes of his body.  Desperate, needy, you felt his tongue move against your own.  Want, plain and simple, led your own fingers to the collar of Loki’s starched shirt and the tangle of his raven hair. Fisting it, tugging against those luscious locks, you couldn’t seem to get close enough to the tall God sharing your cupboard.  Whining, his name on your lips, you drew Loki tight enough that the press of your breasts was edging towards pain.  Demanding, true to your word, with every pass of Loki’s magical mouth over your own the last few weeks were forgotten. Hungry for more, Loki roughly squeezed the flesh of your ass, grinding you against his wool blend covered crotch.  Stuttering, his arousal was so stiff, for a minute Loki worried about making a mess.  But that feeling was replaced with unbridled ecstasy when your lips found the tender skin below his ear.  

A nip, enough to make Loki hiss, was soon soothed by your sucking on the same spot.  Resting your butt on the nearest shelf, you didn’t have to stand on tip-toe to reach the soft, sweet sections of Loki where you longed to lavish attention.  He took advantage of your new position by sliding a free hand along the swell of your separated thighs.  “I just need to feel you, dove.  I need to know that you want me as much as I want you.”  It was a husky whisper, directly into your ear, and it sent an arc of icy fire to your core.  When his long fingers skimmed over the silky slick of your panties you moaned in unison, bucking into Loki’s touch, lost in the moment. Stepping between your legs, Loki took one of your hands into each of his own, pinning you wide open against the boxes of cereal and granola bars that lined the pantry walls.  Devouring you slowly, Loki kissed along the column of muscles at your throat, across the exposed line of your clavicle.  You could do little more than take his delicious torment as more and more of your sweat dappled skin was serviced by his silver tongue. “Yes… Loki…”, tumbling out of you, just like the night when you first came together, you crooned his name in delight.  Breathless, boneless and broken with need. CLICK!  The sound made you both freeze.  Snapping swiftly, Loki’s head swung towards the door where the bright light and noisy crowd of the party was intruding into your private pantry. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!  What do we have here?”  Swinging into the tight space, Tony’s shrewd look took in the scene in seconds, “What were you two doing in here?  It was a very quiet seven minutes!” Straightening to standing, Loki stood, blocking you from sight as you readjusted your clothes.  Smoothing down his tangled strands, sarcasm dripping, “Talking.  Very quietly.”  When he was sure you were decent, Loki offered you his hand, and blinking you stepped back into the wild and raucous party still in full swing.  Tony, flashing a knowing grin your way, nodded, “I hope you didn’t smush the chips!  We still need those!” Giggling, you locked onto Loki’s arm, letting him lead you towards the keg and away from the shouted questions of your friends.  You knew there was no mystery about what happened in those seven minutes.  Hair mused, makeup smudged, lips swollen and shirts twisted, the pair of you were walking neon signs for getting to third base.

Silently Loki poured you a beer, taking a small glass of Asgardian mead for himself, before raising his glass your way.  Returning his gesture, you downed the frothy ale fast, feeling a little parched after your spit swapping time in the hall closet.  Boring into you, his eyes followed each of your movements, searching for a sign of your feelings. Dropping your empty cup on the counter, you turned and jumped onto the marble ledge, feet dangling.  “Loki?” Placing his own glass down gently, Loki took his position between your bent knees, looking down at your darling face, “Yes?” “Did you say those things?  That I was… boring?  Basic?” Shaking his dark waves no, Loki bit into his bottom lip, “Never.  What I said was, my last girl, ages ago, was those things… but my new lady-” tracing along your jaw, tipping your chin his way, “-she is everything I could ever want.”

“Am I… am I your new lady, then?” With a fierce flicker of fire in his eyes, Loki nodded yes this time, “Absolutely.” Leaning into him, arms around his neck, you tugged him down to meet your waiting lips.  “Good.  Good to know.  Because I think I’m going to watch a movie tonight.” “Really?  I recall really enjoying the last one.” “Hmm… me too.”  Sliding off the counter, ducking under Loki’s long arms, you turned back to face him, “My room… say, an hour?”

Snapping his suspenders, smirking, “I’ll be there.”  Watching you skip away made Loki’s pulse pound in anticipation.  Pouring himself another glass of clear liquor, he chuckled, amazed at the change seven minutes had created.  

“You’re welcome.” “Ah!  Yes, many thanks Tony.”  

Leaning against the counter, Tony knocked into Loki’s shoulder, “You’re cute together, Rock of Ages, but don’t make me regret helping you tonight!  Treat her right.”

“Of course.  I... truly, thank you.”, sincerity seeped from Loki at the favor from Tony. “No worries!  No worries!”  Waving away any additional gratitude, Tony looked over the group of half cocked, and totally cocked heroes before him, “Of course the real bitch was getting Pepper to pull your name from the bowl…”

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[wondersofdreaming]

Free Bird

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.552

Warnings: Neglect. Hurt. Anger-ish. Sadness. Regret.

Author’s note: Originally a request for @littlefreya​, who asked if I wanted to write it. This is what I could come up with.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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Your relationship had started out as romantic and wonderful, as most relationships did. He would send you flowers, chocolates, take you out for dinners, movies. After months of dating and being given a lot of attention, he gave you a key to his house. He asked you to come and go as you pleased, hoping you would eventually move permanently in with him. You were elated. To begin with, you left a spare toothbrush and some clothes, but you never needed those as you always wore his. Little by little did you move your things into his house and rented your place out through Airbnb.

Months passed with the two of you being like two peas in a pod. Love was blooming between you, and he was even thinking of proposing. His dog loved you, his family adored you, his friends were ecstatic to have you in their group.

Then he got that job, and everything changed.

At first, he called every single day while he was out of the country during the pre-production. You would video-chat at night before bed, just because he missed you so much and couldn’t sleep without hearing your voice or seeing your beautiful smile.

“I miss you, sweetheart,” he would whisper while you both lay in bed with the computer next to you. His face illuminated by the blueish light from the screen.

“I miss you too.”

You had planned to visit him on set, but your boss had squashed those plans. You had been burdened with a mountain of work, and not even the saved-up vacation days could save you. So, you stayed back to work. Disappointed.

The phone calls and video chats became further and further apart. Henry would tell you that he was too tired, that it had been a long day, that he had an early morning. The excuses kept piling up.

You didn’t mind it at first. You understood that his job came first, it was his dream. One day everything had gone bad. You had slept through your alarm, you had stumbled through the house, stubbed your toes, scraped your knees, and banged your head. You missed the train and had to run from the station to your office, barely making it on time. You had forgotten to charge your phone, so when you turned it on back home, you had missed a call from Henry. He had left a voice message saying that he couldn’t make the call that night, but he would call again the next day. Ending the voice mail with an ‘I miss you’, not his usual ‘I love you’.

You tried not to cry but ended up wailing and sobbing yourself to sleep in his large blue hoodie with the rose print on the front.

The next morning you felt a little bit better. After you had taken a quick shower you saw that it was about time for his mid-morning break, so you decided to call.

“Henry Cavill’s phone, how may I help you?” A female voice answered.

“Oh… Ehm… Hi, I’m his girlfriend, may I speak to Henry?”

“I’m sorry, you just missed him. He’s gone back to filming; can I pass a message to him?”

“Oh… No, no thank you. I’ll just wait for him to call back.”

But he didn’t. He forgot. He called the day after, telling you he fell asleep. He didn’t even apologize as he had to get back to work. He promised to call that evening, but you asked him not too if he was too busy. He said he wanted to. So, you waited, and waited, and waited some more before falling asleep with a saddened heart.

He stopped making an effort to call or chat, or anything after that. You didn’t do anything on your end as well, as work was keeping you too busy to miss him, except for when you stayed at his house, there you were reminded of him everywhere. Your heart broke every time you stepped through the door.

You ended up sleeping in your own flat for a time. You told yourself it was better not to be at his place, where his scent was everywhere, where his face was on the photos of him and his family, where he had kissed you senseless and made you feel like the most precious woman on the planet.

Now, you felt nothing walking through the doors. You hadn’t heard from him in over two weeks. Not even a single text saying good morning or good night. It was silence from his end. You decided to do the same.

You packed up the things you had at his house, wrote a short note explaining why, and left his key with the neighbour. You were going to be a free bird.

What you didn’t know was that he was on his way home.

The next day Henry walked through the doors. A big smile on his chiselled face, while Kal was hopping excited beside him, as he unlocked the door.

The moment he stepped through, he felt something was off. Kal barked at him for not moving further inside.

“Good evening, Henry. So wonderful that you’re home,” his elderly neighbour said over the neatly trimmed hedge. “Your lovely lady left her key with me, I didn’t catch why, she was in such a hurry that poor dear. I think she’s suffering from horrible nightmares. She’s been crying herself to sleep for the past few months…”

Henry walked into his house, searching every nook and cranny. All your things were gone. Your books, your fuzzy socks, your scented candles. He found your note.

“Dear Henry. I wish you all the best.”

That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Fuck!”

Henry crumbled the paper. He ran to his garage and started his motorcycle. It was past 8 pm. He knew you were home.

A few deep breaths later and he knocked on your door. He heard the lock being turned and your smiling face greeted him as you opened, but it quickly disappeared. It was replaced with a look of utter shock, and as tears started to form in your sorrowful eyes, he pulled you into his arms. The embrace was warm and familiar, something you had missed in all the months he had been gone.

You wanted to stay strong. To tell him to leave and never to come back. But instead, the only sound that came out of your mouth were sobs.

“I’m sorry,” his voice croaked as he himself was about to break down. “I’m so sorry.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his arms. Your mind and heart were fighting over your body. Mind wanting to throw him out, wanting to be left alone, never wanting to see him again. But your heart… your poor shattered heart wanted him, craved him and his soft touch.

In the end, your heart won.

Henry apologized profusely for the next week. He supported your decision to quit your job, as you weren’t happy there. He helped you find a new job, one that enabled you to travel with him anywhere in the world.

It took a long while before you could step back into his house. He had explained that the days on set had been gruelling as they were on a deadline. He had hardly gotten any sleep at all, as he kept on a tight schedule with little sleep and lots of training to keep his physique in top shape. He didn’t use it as an excuse, but rather as an example of what not to do in a relationship.

For filming the next season, he brought you with him. He would have been up for hours before you even would think of opening your eyes. There was always a red rose on his pillow with a small note attached to it with a quote telling you how much he loved you.

Some mornings he would still be in bed with you, holding you close to his chest, afraid you might be gone if he didn’t trap you in his muscular arms.

“Good morning, my love,” he would whisper in your ear. You would giggle and turn around to give him a gentle kiss on his soft lips. Sometimes he would become frisky and work you into a moaning mess, other times he would talk with you about everything between heaven and earth.

You would go with him to greet the horses, even ride with him on one of the gentle mares. Help him learn his lines while he’s in the makeup chair, having his face pulled and twisted for the wig.

Life became easier as you travelled the world with him. A day never went by without him telling you how beautiful you looked, didn’t matter if you had bedhead or were in a sexy black dress, nor would he forget to tell you that he loved you more than anything in the world. Every morning and every night.

At the end of filming season two, he had planned a special dinner for the two of you. The small square box had been sitting heavily in his pocket for a long time, and now was the time to give it to you. He prayed and hoped that you would say yes.

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #henry cavill fanfic #Fanfiction #Free bird #My story #Short story

[bohrapbois]

I wanna request something to!

Joe finds out Ben likes him because they're hanging out and Ben has a cute boner because Joe did/say whatever you come up with. 🤭

This was written on my phone as I was cooking eggs for my lunch, so you’ll have to eggscuse any spelling mistakes ;D

They’d been hanging out just them two a lot more recently. They got on with everyone else just fine, it’s just sometimes it’s nice to just be Ben and Joe. And even if Ben and Joe time was watching a crappy movie with crappy snacks at a crappy time of night. It was nice. Less crappy when it was them two.

Joe, being himself, was having a joking rant about something tiny in the film. It wasn’t important what it was, Joe was on a rampage and pulling it apart from the view of a director, screen writer, actor and viewer. It was hilarious, and Ben was already complaining of his cheeks hurting from laughing that much. The blond had tears coming from his eyes as he clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that it was coming out as a wheezing sound, Joe laughing around his exaggerated point.

“It’s like they gave him go-“ Joe reaches down and pulls off his shirt, flinging it over to the other side of the room “- ‘you should all listen to me because I’m hot and topless! Look at my muscles’”. The redhead starts flexing, laughing at how stupid the plot line of this film was, and it took him a second to realise that his friend wasn’t laughing.

Ben, in fact, was avoiding eye contact, swallowing a few times as he tries to laugh again. Holding a pillow over his front, he was pretending to watch the film, but it failed when Joe stepped directly in his eye line, getting up on the bed and kneeling by Bens feet with a quirked eyebrow.

“Joke not funny?” He asks, crawling a little higher up the bed on his knees, watching how the blond shifted on the bed a bit more and a frankly very adorable blush darkened over his nose and cheeks. “What is it, Jones? What’s going on below those curls?” Joe reaches forward and ruffled Bens hair, still messy from where the makeup team took off the wig before.

“Nothing interesting,” Bens voice sounded a little strained even to his own ears, but when you suddenly spurt a hard on for your friend, it’s only natural to try and keep said friend from finding out.

“Then what’s the pillow for?” Joes attention went to the thing in Bens lap, trying to tug it away, but Ben gripped it harder. Joe laughed, sitting down on Bens knees and grabbed the pillow with both hands, trying to pull it away.

“No! Please don’t!” Ben gripped it harder, blushing more. God, he was like a teenager. When was the last time his dick had shown such sudden interest? It was embarrassing!

“Why? What is it?” Joe stopped pulling, but stared at Ben more, who, in turn, dropped his head to avoid eye contact. A slim finger propped his chin up, and wow ok he’d already admired Joes hands but f u c k.

Green eyes unsteadily met hazel, the older man on top of him looking at him with concern, but still very very topless and very very lean. It was rude how good Joe looked right now, especially as he has that fucking perm.

“I... like you,” Ben broke the silence between them, unknowingly echoing the scene behind Joes back.

“Well, I hope you do, we are friends after-“ Joe rolled his eyes but Ben shook his head, Joes finger still under his chin.

“No, Joe, I like you. As in, like like you,” Ben huffed and shifted under Joe, now knowing how it feels to have Joes thighs straddling his own. The pillow is not helping his situation at all.

“Wait... like like?” Joe aired the confession, and Ben nodded, the redhead taking a moment before his face breaks in realisation. “Well, uhm,” he looked away for a moment, missing the way Bens shoulders slumped in disappointment. Both had gone through breakups recently, he should’ve known Joe wouldn’t like him like that. He didn’t even know if Joe liked guys like that.

“Hey, don’t start pouting on me now,” Joe was looking at him again, Ben unaware he’d been acting so childish, but there was a hand cupping his jaw and Joe was closer on him now. “Don’t start rejecting yourself for me. Because, Benjamin, this has worked out very well because I like like you too”.

“What?” Bens eyes light up, and he gets a nod, both men breaking out in smiles. Ben reaches a hand to hold Joes waist, the older man chuckling at the touch. They don’t do anything other than rest their foreheads together, laughing softly at eachother every now and then.

“I can’t believe it took you getting a boner at me being topless for us to confess to eachother about our like like,” Joe teases after awhile, now able to pull away the pillow as Ben had calmed down a bit.

“Well you’re very hot, and I’m saying that even with that hairdo, so,” Ben grins, pulling back to stare at Joe hair, who whines a complaint and hides his face in Bens neck, the blond wrapping his arms around his waist properly as he laughed, noting how natural it felt to be like this.

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #my work #my fic #fluff #crack #bohemian rapsody movie #queen cast #hardzello

[kmelanin]

patient-hyunjin request

request- Hi beautiful! Your writing is absolutely amazing and a true gift for black girls! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could write a skz Hyunjin smut like you're a western idol and you come visit korea during ur break cuz he's also on break but you get mad cuz he's always hanging with this gg idol but then you guys makeup and bathtub cuddles. Pleasee and thank you

an/ im so sorry this is late! I hope you enjoy my sloppy writing. :’))))

-Hyunjun posted a photo- You read your phone screen and sigh. You sat back in your seat in the back of your drivers vehicle, on the way to the airport. You were heading back to Korea for your mid-summer break vacation. This would be your first time back since leaving for America five years ago to pursue and further your singing career. Out of all of the people you will be seeing and visiting, your ex best friend is the only person on your mind.

If anyone knew you, they knew about Hyunjin and vise versa. You two were such an unstoppable duo, until exactly five years ago. You always think about his confession, or supposed confession. 

--- “You what?” He stands there in front of you his face twisted up as if he was a puppy and you kicked him. 

“I'm leaving Korea.” You repeat. He doesn't say anything, just squints his eyes. So you continued. “I have this opportunity to further my career with this company” You continue on explaining yourself. 

“What about the companies I showed you?” He asks softly, his voice laced with confusion.

“I told you no in the beginning Hyunjin, they don't want me. Not only am I black, but I'm also one thick ass bitch. It doesn't match up. In the US, I can actually get somewhere.” You try to say everything carefully, trying to read his expression. But it was so hard. 

“What about me? You know I can't just leave, and I need you here.” He tries to fight it, fight the reality. 

“And what? Just sit on the sidelines, and just say fuck my own wants and dreams?” You ask about getting defensive. 

“No, but I- I love you so much. I don't want you to be so far away from me.” He runs his hands through his hair, his frustration showing. “Look, I wanted to tell you this another way. But you, you are the one for me YN. I can't- I'm not ready for you to leave this soon.”

“I can't change anything Hyunjin. I've put you first for so long, it's my turn now.” You are getting heated now. Why can't he understand? 

“If you leave, I'll hurt, hurt for a while. And i won't forgive you…” He mumbles, tears running down his face. You didn't even know how to react to it. You knew he would be upset, but trying to manipulate you like this? 

“Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin.” You got up from your seat and left.-----

You regretted leaving him that day, and not saying goodbye before you left for America. But you don't regret going to America. You tried to call him a couple of times since then, but he ignored you, sent you to voicemail. You tried to talk to him through other members, but they just advised you to let him move on. 

But you didn't want that, you wanted your best friend. You wanted him to be proud of you, as you are to him. 

The only person you've told that you were coming is Felix, and your mother of course. But she's in the US. You didn't want to tell the world, so you could get some peace and quiet.

Once you get off of the plane, you meet up with Felix and he rides with you on the way to your apartment that you have here. 

“He’s gonna kill me.” Felix laughs next to you.

“Why do I have a feeling that he's going to kill me too?” You sigh, your nerves are also trying to kill you. 

“Ahh, I don't think so. I think he’ll be shocked, but he has definitely changed.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Changed? What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head a bit. 

“Everyone but Hyunjin thinks that he just suppressed everything. Like at first you can't tell that anything is wrong, he is good at putting up an act. I mean, that's kinda our job. Right…” He pauses, “ But we know him better than he thinks. Lee thinks that he's waiting, he doesn't want to get over you.” 

His words stunned you. You are speechless, did you leaving really hurt him that bad? He definitely hates you.

“I mean, you had to know that the kid has been in love with you since way before debut. God, it was annoying! So i'm not surprised he can hide his feelings so easily, but it's like this time he really got hurt, so he hides a lot more.” 

Once you got to your apartment, Felix made sure you got in safely and then had to head to the studio. He did leave Hyunjins location tomorrow night, so that gave you an idea. Supposedly he's going to be at the dance studio, practicing his dance moves. You really have no idea how to confront him, other than to pop up. You've been at this studio before, so it shouldn't be hard to find. 

For the rest of the night you take your time and unwind from your travels. You call your manager and let him know you wanted some food in the house and a chef, you needed some homemade Korean food in your life. 

You hop in the shower and wash the day away. You don't wash your hair since you had a jet black, fresh wig on. But you do shave everywhere and use some body scrub. After some shower lotion, you love to see your skin glowing. 

You put on a silk slip dress and your slippers. You can hear the chef in the kitchen banging things around, making a great meal. You go into the living room and head over to the sound system that you had, it plays whatever music throughout the whole apartment. You put on some softer korean music, and you start to light some candles. Your anxiety levels at the moment, were skyrocketing. But you were trying your best to forget about him for the moment, and get yourself together. 

The past five years has definitely made you realize the love you had for this man. But you thought for sure that he hated you, that he wants nothing to do with you. But after hearing Felix, you just needed to see him, and either actually end things or get this friendship back in order. You needed to end these questions that cloud your brain on a daily basis. 

After everything you've been through and all the shows you've done, you've never felt this amount of anxiety.You stand in front of the studio, right outside. It was around six at night, and you were really debating on leaving or not. You look at your phone, at the time once again. He should be leaving anytime now. 

He was taking forever, or maybe it was the nerves making the time go by so slow. You put your phone away and you walk up the stairs. You open the tinted glass door and step into the air conditioned hallway. You walk down the hallway and turn down the first left. If you remember correctly, this was the right direction. Since the rooms were sound proof, you couldn't hear any music, but you went to the room with the lights on. The one room in the hallway with its lights on. 

You take a deep breath and you look through the glass. 

You swear your heart stopped. You can see him, but his back was turned to you. You could see his face in the wall tall mirror. He was wiping his face off with a towel, and he had his water bottle in his hand. His hair was longer than you remember, in that beautiful black color. He wore black shorts that went right above his knees and a big white shirt. He also had some black Vans on.                                               How can he make such a simple outfit look so good? 

Suddenly, your eyes connect in the mirror and you quickly pull yourself away from the door. You turn around and try and scurry away. But you hear the door swing open and his voice yells out towards you. 

“Hey! Stop!” The sound of his deep voice alone has you stopped in your tracks. “Who are you? Stop playing around.” He goes on in Korean. You need to turn around before he thinks you're a fan and calls the cops for stalking. So you do. 

You turn around and lower your hood, once again connect your eyes with his. You clench your jaw at the sight of his eyes widening at the sight of you. His mouth falls open, moving around as if he wants to say something. Then his eyes get glossy, and soon start to water. 

 “Yn?” His voice whispers. Before you could say anything, the door opens and this auburn hair colored girl walks out. 

“Oppa?” She squeaks and leans against him. She then spots you and tilts her head, probably wondering who you were. 

You sure the hell were wondering who she was. Felix didn't tell me he was seeing anyone, why didn't he tell you?? You didn't know what to feel.

“Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting your dance practice. Text me, and maybe we can catch up while i'm here?” You chose your words carefully then you were out of there. 

By the time you were outside there were tears running down your face. Everything is so overwhelming at the moment. Was that his girlfriend? Is that why he ignored all of your messages?

You stay in your apartment for the next couple of days. You just needed time to think about what just happened. You found out the girl he was with is a trainee, and she just debuted. He was always kind and helping people with their dances. But it's been so long, and with the way she was leaning against him...they could be dating, or at least seeing each other.

Your phone starts ringing on your lap. You look down from the movie you were watching and you see Felix's name across your screen.

“Hello?”

“You are so lucky we have nothing going on!” He yells through the phone. 

“What?” You are confused. 

“Don't ask me what. You knooooow what. You went to see him but then just leaves when he wants to say something.” 

“I freaked! He was with some girl and I was interrupting something.” 

“If you thought they were dating, you really are stupid.”

“Excuse me-”

“He's on the way to your apartment so I hope you're there.” He cuts you off. “Tell him.” Then he hangs up. 

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

You were now at that point in your career where you can locate anywhere in the world and it would mess and disturb anything. So you wanted to relocate your permanent home in Korea. You wanted to tell him in person, hoping for a great reaction. But like usual nothing is going your way. Now you had no choice but to tell him now. Not when you had time to grow another pair of balls. 

You quickly run to your room and change your clothes to something that covers a bit more skin, then just some short shorts and a sports bra. 

Your doorbell goes off and you take a deep breath. This is it. 

You walk to your front door and you open it. 

There he stood. He had a striped shirt tucked into some black jeans. A bit of jewelry, hair just perfect. No makeup, but he still seems to just walk out of a magazine.  

“Please come in, I'm happy Felix sent you here.” You say softly as you hold your door open wider to let him enter. He comes in and slides his shoes off, leaving him in his black socks. You weren't sure how much he knows, but everything is making you so anxious. 

As soon as you shut and lock your door, you were instantly pulled into a back hug. His towering figure practically engulfed you against the wall. His neck was tucked into your neck. You turned around so you can hug him back. You didn't know how much you missed this until now. His hold is so warm and welcoming, especially when he's clinging on to you for dear life. You were so used to seeing Hyunjin the korean kpop idol online, that you almost forgot how much of a baby he was around you. He was always so touchy. It annoyed you before, but now it's the best feeling. 

You loosen your grip a bit, because you wanted to see his face. But one of his hands that was on your waist goes up to the back of your head. So as you went to look at him, he pushes your head forward and crashes his plump lips against yours. Utter shock runs through you, freezing your body where you stand. 

He pulls away slightly, but comes back leaving a more gentle kiss on your lips. He repeats and repeats. Slowly you realize what the fuck is happening and you kiss him back. You kiss him probably way harder than you intend, but he clearly doesn't mind because he instantly matches your energy. Both of his hands are holding your face gaining that control that he wants.

Hyunjin is hungry, he's been starving ever since you left. He couldn't help himself. He can wait for the words, they can come later. But he has been waiting for this exact moment for what feels like forever. 

You needed this to slow down though, you put your hands on his chest and push him away. He listened this time. He even backed away a step, putting himself at a bit of a distance. 

“Felix told me that you might have thought there was something going on between that trainee and I. There's not, I promise.” He goes on. 

“Oh yea? What else did he tell you?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Your address.” 

“Mhmm, and by that kiss i'm guessing you don't hate me.” You say thinking out loud at this point. Hyunjin frowns and pouts his lips a bit.

“Hate you? I could never hate you.”

“Well, I wanted to tell you this last night, but I felt like I was definitely intruding.” You start, but you don't want to talk much about that since all you could really think about is his lips at this point. “I am relocating my home base here in Korea.” You blurt out. His eyes look away and back to you quickly. His head tilts a bit in confusion. You wait, letting him comprehend what you just said. Then in the next second, his eyes jump in shock. He looks back at you and his mouth falls open. 

“You're staying in Korea?” His voice comes out strained. You couldn't say anything from the look on his face. Thank fuck he was right or else he would've been broken all over again. You just nod your head really fast, and brace for impact. Which thankfully you did, he runs the very short distance to you and he scoops you up hugging your body. He spins with you in his arms, and you both laugh. 

As soon as he puts you down he grabs your face again and kisses you. This time you kissed back instantly causing the kiss to level up quite a bit. His hands slowly make their way to the back of your head to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. One of his hands runs down to your waist to pull you impossibly close. 

“I missed you so fucking much.” He moans against your lips. You couldn't help but to whine at his words. Because God you missed him so much. Your hands mess up his perfect hair as you run them through it. 

His lips break away from yours again, and he suddenly bends down and grabs onto your thighs and lifts you up. Your sudden shock doesn't help and he leans you against the wall. He laughs a bit as he comes back in for some more kisses. Once he has a better grip on you. He lifts you off the wall and walks towards the living room. 

“Down the hall, first door.” You mumble and kiss down his cheek to his neck so that he can find his way to your room. 

He gets to the end of your bed and he drops you on top of it. You let out a small shriek when he does. 

“What's with you, you're so aggressive?” You ask laughing a bit. He smiles down at you as he climbs on top. 

“Try having the love of your life leave for five years and come back and tell me how you feel.” He mumbles against your ear then kisses it. 

“Mhm, I left the love of my life, but now I'm back and I'm staying, so I know that we have all the time in the world.” Your words barely come out and his lips leave marks all over your neck. He rips your top off and starts to leave more.

“Well during this time, I'm going to show you how much i've missed you.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and he pulls them off. He leans down and leaves baby kisses on your skin, trailing down in between your legs. You let out a shaky breath when he leaves a kiss on you right above your panties. 

He didn't waste anymore time and he ripped them off. His tongue touches you first, and a sigh leaves you. Your fingers find his head and you grip on to his hair for dear life, pushing and pulling on his head as he eats you out. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and he leans up just a bit, so he could get his tongue deeper. Soon his fingers join, making you scream out in utter pleasure. Your lower body was twitching so much, making him hold on to your for damn near dear life. 

“Mhm, I can't wait.” He suddenly lets you go and he rips his shirt off, and he leans up and unbuckles his belt. You got distracted by his slightly cared out torso, and so he quickly undoes the rest of his pants and pushes them off. You go to grab onto him, but he stops you and pushes you back. He mounted you and slid his dick against you a couple of times to coat himself in your juices.

“I wanted to taste you too.” You whine a bit, your mind filling with the thoughts of him.

“Like you said, all the time in the world.” He mumbles and takes a peek up at you. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly pushed himself into you. Any response you had to his words, disappeared. This feeling was better than you would've ever thought. You finally have everything you've ever wanted in life. 

He leans down on top of you and he thrusts his hips against yours. His arms were flexed on either side of your face. He gazes down at you, his eyes stuck on your lips Your face is scrunched up in pleasure, your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ shape. He takes that chance and kisses you deeply. He slows down his hips, giving you long deep strokes. You could barely keep up with his kisses from the constant bliss you were getting from him. 

He pulls away and trails down your neck, marking you up some more, making the ones that were already there, bigger. He kisses down your torso. Before you could whine about him not being on top of you, he quickly flips you over on your stomach. He pulls your hips up making you bring yourself on all fours. The way he was handling you really turned you on. He always was so gentle with you. 

His hand pushes your back down a bit, and you arch it as much as you could. He pushes into you again and he bottoms out. He leans over you leaving kisses on your back as he drills into you. 

“You aren't going to leave me again? Mhm?” He asks you in a low voice. All you could do is cry out, but you nod your head trying to answer him. He moves your head so it's to the side and he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

________

You lay on the bed, your body covered in sweat. Hyunjin gets up and asks you where the bathroom is. Your eyes were closed and you were so close to being asleep. You tell him and he walks off.

He walks into your bathroom and notices everything to set up a nice bubble bath. He was surprised how big of a tub you have. 

Once he was done filling it up. He lights the candles that you already have. He walks back to your bed and sees you fast asleep on the bed. He smiles and walks around to the side you are closer to. He leans down and picks you up, startling you. 

“Hyunjin, put me down.” You groan. You just want sleep. 

             “You gotta get cleaned up.” He smiles down at you as he sets you on your feet. Your eyes widen at the view in front of you. He takes a step forward and puts a foot in.

“It's perfect, come here.” He holds a hand out, you quickly take it and he helps you in. You sit down in the warm water. It was perfect, your body easily welcomes the water as you go down. He quickly finds the spot behind you and you. His arms circle around you and he snuggles into your body from behind. You couldn't help but to smile and play with his hair a bit that was on your shoulder. 

“I love you so much. It's like all the hard times i've had in the past don't even exist when you're around. As stupid as I sound, plese don't leave me again.”

#hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids oneshot #stay #kpop #kpop fanfic #ambw

[badbadbucky]

and a spoopy prompt - you can pick (or do both!) vince and howardspend a halloween in instady of going partying, cute the scary movie matathons, thrown popcorn and hide and seek in the dark in the flat OR Noelian and halloween traditions then and now - how has it changed, how is it the same? :D

“Well, tha’s it, Halloween is ruined,” Vince said as he draped himself dramatically across the couch. 

“What’s going on, little man?” Howard asked. 

“Everythin’ is closed, no one is havin’ any parties, no nippers comin to the door for candy. It’s completely ruined,” Vince said. He could feel himself getting a bit weepy, Halloween was his favorite holiday and he hadn’t gotten to do a single fun Halloween thing in the entire month of October. 

“Halloween isn’t supposed to be about any of those things anyway,” Howard said. He sensed that this was the perfect opening for his lecture about Samhain. “It’s actually a Gaelic festival-”

“You’re a Gay Lick festival--” Naboo said as he came down the stairs from his attic room, he and the rest of the shaman were going to have it large off planet. He didn’t have time to stick around and chat, but he never ran out of time to have a jab at Howard.

Then he was gone before Howard could say “hostile living space”. 

Howard turned his attention back to Vince, expecting him to have a smirk on his face from Naboo’s comment, but he was just staring at the ceiling. In an amazing moment of clarity, Howard realized that perhaps a discussion of ancient holiday traditions would not be the best way to cheer Vince up.

“We can still have fun tonight,” Howard said.

“No we can’t,” Vince said. 

Oooh Vince was settling in for a long sulk, if Howard didn’t snap him out of it now, he would be intolerable until Christmas. 

“Of course we can. Now, go put on your costume.” Howard commanded. This would buy him at least a few hours. As Vince had not managed to put a Halloween costume on in under three hours in the entire time Howard had known him. 

“I don’t wan--”

“Shut it. Do as I say,” Howard said. 

Vince scowled at him, but did as Howard said.   He disappeared into their bedroom to change. 

While Vince was getting ready, Howard went down to Boots and bought three enormous bags of candy, a box of microwave popcorn, and he rented a couple scary movies from a kiosk out front. Neither he nor Vince were particularly tough when it came to horror, but Howard loved it when Vince would grab his hand or bury his face in Howard’s shoulder when something scary happened. 

Howard returned to the flat, he spread out all of the sweets on the coffee table. He lowered the lights and lit some of Naboo’s black candles. He heard quite a bit of ruckus coming from their room, it sounded like Vince was running a drill or possibly a socket wrench, Vince must have entered one of the more challenging phases of putting on his costume. Howard hoped it wasn’t too elaborate. One Halloween, when Vince went as Marie Antoinette, he had worn a corset, and he’d had Leroy tighten it so much that he’d had to be placed in an iron lung for two weeks afterwards.

Howard made caramel apples decorated with nuts for himself and hundreds and thousands for Vince. Then, once all of his preparations were complete, he went into the hall closet and pulled out the costume he’d purchased a few days previous. 

Whenever Howard complained about Vince hugging him too much, Vince would reply that he couldn’t help it, that Howard was just a big ol’ Teddy Bear. and when Howard had been walking past a costume store, he had seen a Teddy Bear onesie in the window. and miracle of miracles, the onesie had actually been in his size, so he had bought it and kept it hidden in the closet where he stored all his cleaning implements--the one place he knew Vince would never look (it was also where he hid Vince’s Christmas presents). 

Finally, Vince opened his door just a crack and peered one large blue eye out. “Are you ready for my entrance?” Vince loved an entrance more than anyone Howard had ever met. Once, when they’d gone to a school disco, Vince had insisted that he get ready at Howard’s house, because Howard’s house had a staircase, and he wanted to come down the stairs like the pretty girl in one of the American teenager films he liked so much. 

Howard bit down on a smile. “Yes Vince, I am ready for your entrance.”

Vince opened the door fully, and Howard’s jaw dropped.

Vince wore a blond wig with ringlets nearly down to his waist. He also wore a blue dress, white stockings, and platform Mary Janes. He’d done his makeup so he had bright rosy heeks and delicate pink lips. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for Howard to say something.

When Howard instead just continued to stare, Vince got a bit nervous. “Don’t you like it?”

Goldilocks. He was dressed like Goldilocks. 

“I thought since you was bein’ a bear--”

“And how exactly did you know I was going to be a bear. Vince?” Howard asked. Grateful to be able to focus on something beside Vince’s legs in those white stockings. 

“Uhhhh--”

Howard tried to look stern, but his face morphed into a wolfish grin. “Looks like I need a new hiding place for your Christmas presents.”

Vince gave him an abashed smile then turned to look at the spread Howard had created. “Wow Howard, you did all this?”

“See little man? I told you Halloween could still be fun,” Howard said.

They settled into the couch and watched horror movie after horror movie. sometimes Vince shrieked and hid his face in Howard’s shoulder. Sometimes Howard would give a--very manly--scream and grab Vince’s hand. 

They argued over the best sweets, developing a complex sweets based economic system. They ate their caramel apples and when Howard got a bit of caramel stuck on his face, Vince licked it off before Howard could brush him off, sputtering about personal space and proper hygeine, but Vince saw how red his cheeks got, and Howard never did go and wash his face like he kept threatening to do. They got into a popcorn fight that escalated into a popcorn war. and Vince insisted on painting Howard’s face so it more properly matched the onesie. 

They feel asleep on the couch, Goldilocks and his big bear, surrounded by sweets wrappers and apple cores, popcorn scattered everywhere.  There was mysterious black and brown facepaint smeared all over Vince’s lips and Howard’s bear makeup looked a bit blurry, but neither seemed to mind.  Of course, they would have to clean it all up in the morning, go back to their normal lives.

But that was November’s problem. This...was Halloween. 

Thanks for the awesome prompt @silentorator !

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The Worst Surprise (Pt. 3)

Joker x Reader

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   Their faces haunted every moment of my life, looming over me and stealing away my sleep. During the day every fiber of my being longed for J. At night, the memory of his betrayal plagued me with nightmares. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get any respite from the torture.

   Since becoming his, I hadn’t spent a single day away from J. We both got antsy when we didn’t see each other, so J made sure that he never had to be away for a full twenty four hours. No matter what, he would always come home to me. However, now I had spent a full two weeks away, and my body was not having it. When I laid down for bed, I couldn’t get comfortable. I found myself craving the feeling of his strong arms around me and the relaxing smell of his scent. On the rare occasion that I did manage to fall asleep, Harley’s ridiculously perfect face crept into my mind. The exact details of the nightmares were different, but the endings were always the same. They ended with J harshly rejecting me, choosing to be with her instead, and me jolting awake, tears in my eyes.

   Despite how much I hated the nightmares, the time I spent awake was worse. I missed J with every piece of my heart, and I hated it. The asshole had cheated on me, but I still loved him and wanted to be with him. In an attempt to get away from the pain and self hate, I got a job, anything to get me out of the small apartment I was renting. The job was at Barnes & Noble, a place that would have normally brought me comfort, but now did nothing to numb the pain. Still, it gave me something to do and money to live off of. I still had plenty from my Jeep stash, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing ever did, apparently not even love.

   This morning my alarm woke me up from another nightmare. My head was pounding and my cheeks were stained with tears, but by now I was used to it. Sighing, I rolled over and turned off my alarm. My body protested when I tried to sit up, still exhausted from my fitful sleep. With a large yawn, I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The tile floor was cold against my bare feet, causing me to shiver. Blindly reaching into the shower, I turned the nob all the way to the left, making the water as hot as it could be. While I was waiting for the water to warm up, I scrutinized my appearance in the mirror.

   I had changed since I left J, and I didn’t like it. My once bright blue eyes had lost some of their color, and now appeared dull. My long blonde hair fell around me in a tangled mess caused by tossing and turning all night long. I had lost weight because I had a hard time forcing myself to eat. Up until this moment, I had forgotten how self destructive I tended to be. It had been a long time since I didn’t have J making sure that I was taking care of myself.  

   Absentmindedly wondering how I had survived before him, I bent down to pull a towel out from under the sink. After placing it on a hook next to the shower, I stripped off my clothes and checked the temperature of the water. The water burned my hand, but I didn’t care because that was how I liked it. Stepping into the shower, I positioned myself under the stream of water. I allowed my muscles to relax as the water ran over them. 

   I stayed in the shower until the water got cold, then stepped out and wrapped the towel around me. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed for my closet. Shifting through my meager amount of clothes, I pulled out one of my work shirts and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Humming softly to myself, I set the clothes on my bed and stepped over to my dresser. I pulled out a black lacy bra and a matching pair of panties. After drying myself off, I slipped my clothes on.

   Once I was dressed, I made my way back into the bathroom where I started to apply my makeup. I applied only a light layer of foundation and mascara, wanting to keep it mostly natural as not to draw attention to myself. I then brushed through my hair, which took at least ten minutes. Making a mental note to braid it before I tried to go to sleep tonight, I began pinning my hair up as well as I could. When I had got it to lay as flat as possible, I turned to the wig sitting on the edge of the counter. Sighing, I picked it up and slipped it over my hair. The wig was short and black, the opposite of my natural hair. I had needed to change it, knowing that J would easily recognize me if he ever got close enough, but I hadn’t been able to make myself dye and cut it. So I bought a wig instead and forced myself to go through the long process of securing it every morning.   

   It was interesting to see how changing something as simple as a person’s hair changed their entire appearance. When I was done securing the wig in place, I was unrecognizable. Nobody who had known me before would be able to tell that it was me if they saw me. I was no longer Azrael. Now I was Evangeline Montgomery, a young woman who moved here looking for an escape from her overbearing family. 

   When I was done getting ready, I checked my phone for the time. I found that I had just enough time to eat breakfast before I had to leave. Walking to the kitchen, I made a bowl of cereal and sat down on a bar stool at the counter to eat it. The cereal was bland, but I forced myself to finish it, knowing that I needed to eat something. As soon as I was done, I rinsed out my bowl and placed it in the sink. Grabbing my purse and making sure to lock the door on my way out, I left my apartment.

   Barnes & Noble was only about a twenty minute walk from my apartment. On the way there, I let the noise of the bustling city distract me from my thoughts. Although I didn’t really like large crowds, I had chosen a big city because they were easier to disappear in. If I had chosen a small town in the middle of nowhere like I would’ve preferred, it would have been easier for J to find me. Plus people tended to like to meddle in each other’s business in small towns which was something I didn’t need.  

   Arriving at work, I found Kara, one of my coworkers and my only friend in this city, opening up the store.

   “Hey Kara,” I said, causing the girl to jump and drop the keys. I laughed lightly as she turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

   “Thanks for the scare, Eva, I’ll remember that the next time you’re wondering around the shelves,” she said, smiling at me and bending down to pick up the keys. She then preceded to unlock the doors and make her way inside.

   Kara was the only bright spot in my days. She was a kind but sarcastic girl, and the only one of my coworkers who bothered to try to get to know me. We had become friends after our first conversation, bonding over our mutual love of Eddie Redmayne. She was the only person, besides my boss of course, who I had given my number to, and I was honestly grateful to have met her.

   “So, did you get anymore sleep last night?” she asked, beginning to prep the store for customers.

   I slid my hands into my pockets as I followed her, “No, I had another nightmare.” 

   She looked up at me and frowned, “Honey, that’s every night this week.”

   I just shrugged. Kara had managed to pull some of the truth about my situation out of me when we were at lunch one day. I had reluctantly spilled that I missed an ex boyfriend who cheated on me and that it was causing me to loose sleep. Since then, she had fretted over me like a concerned mom.

   “I know what you need,” she said suddenly, looking up from the cash register that she had been in the process of turning on.

   I raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”

   “You need a night out at the club with me and some of my friends,’ she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

    I immediately shook my head, “No, Kara, I don’t have the energy to go out.”

   Kara just rolled her eyes, “Mark my words, Evangeline, I will convince you to come, and you will enjoy yourself.” 

   Smiling at my friend, I shook my head again and made my way to the back of the store. After placing my purse in the break room, I began pulling new books out of their boxes and putting them on the shelves. Before too long, I had lost myself in the mindless labor of stocking shelves.

   I spent the rest of the day organizing books and helping customers. Every time Kara and would pass by me, she would add another reason to why I should go out with her tonight. After about an hour of hearing her plead and bargain, I decided that I would go. It would be nice to get to dance again, and I didn’t really have a reason not to go. It’s not like I had anything waiting for me at the apartment. 

   Even though I had decided to go, I didn’t tell Kara. It was funny to watch her get frustrated with me and walk off muttering to herself, so I continued to make her think that I wouldn’t go. Sometimes I was a little cruel, but I knew that she wouldn’t hold it against me. At the end of both of our shifts, I found her in the break room.

   I grabbed my purse and turned to my friend, smiling at her, “Ok, Kara, I’ll go with you tonight.”

   She immediately turned to face me, squealing and grabbing my hands, “Yay! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

   Kara dragged me back to her apartment, saying that we could hang out there before it was time to go to the club. We spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies that we both loved. For the first time in weeks, I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. It felt good to just hang out and have a girls’ day, something that I hadn’t had in over a year.

   At about nine, Kara decided that it was time to get ready. She dragged me to her room, pushing me towards her bed as she went to her closet. I watched as she flitted through her clothes, trying to find something she deemed worthy for me to wear. 

   “Here, this is perfect,” she finally said, shoving some clothes in my arms and pushing me towards her bathroom.

   After stripping out of my work clothes, I slipped the outfit on and looked in the mirror. I smiled at what I saw, immediately deciding that I loved what I was wearing. The outfit consisted of a pair of high waisted shorts and a shirt. The shorts were a glittery gold with silver zippers on the pockets. They fit me perfectly, showing off my legs nicely. Kara had paired the shorts with a simple black, long-sleeved crop top. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked good.

   When I emerged from the bathroom, I found that Kara had slipped into a sexy red dress that looked amazing on her. She grinned when she saw me, holding out a pair of black thigh high heels for me to put on. I clumsily put them on as she slipped into a pair of black stilettos. Taking a look at myself in her full body mirror, I decided that my makeup needed to be more dramatic.

   Kara instantly agreed when I suggested it, leading me into her bathroom where she kept her makeup. She handed me some gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner, saying, “The more dramatic, the better.”

   As I applied my makeup and she curled her hair, we continued to talk and laugh. I found that it was super easy to be around Kara, and I was starting to believe that I could make it without J. He wasn’t the only person in the world who could lift my spirits.

   We were about to walk out the door, both all dressed up and ready to go, when Kara stopped me. She told me to wait at the front door as she scurried back to her room to get something. Shaking my head at her forgetfulness, I grabbed my purse off her couch and went to stand by the front door. She was grinning when she came back, hiding something behind her back.

   “This is for you, to complete your outfit,” she said, bringing her hand to the front and revealing a beautiful gold necklace.

   I smiled at her gratefully, taking it and fastening it around my neck. With that we were finally ready to leave, and we made our way downstairs and out of her building. Once on the street, Kara hailed a cab.  

   “So what’s the plan?” I asked as one pulled up in front of us.

   “We’re going to meet a few of my friends at The King,” she answered, opening the door and sliding into the cab.

   My mind immediately went to J, my King. I thought about how this outfit would have made him purr, and God I loved it when he purred. This is the kind of outfit that would’ve made him keep me close to his side, not wanting anyone to have the chance to get too handsy. It was definitely the kind of outfit that he wouldn’t let me leave the house alone in. 

   It didn’t take long to get to the club. The building was packed, a long line spilling out of the large black doors and around the corner. As Kara paid the cabbie, I took a chance to look up at the club. It wasn’t as nice as J’s, but it was definitely a nice place. ‘The King’ was lit up in large glittery-gold letters above the doors. The building looked new, and I had a feeling that the interior would be quite modern.

   I followed Kara to the door when she was done with the cabbie. The bouncer seemed to recognize her and immediately let us both in, much to the chagrin of the couple at the front of the line. Making a mental note to ask her about it later, I followed her through the club. The music was pounding, the bass pounding through me and helping me to relax. I was right about the interior being modern, but I was surprised to see how simplistic it was. With a name like ‘The King’, I had expected it to be overly lavish.

   Kara and I pushed our way through the crowd, making our way to the back of the club. We made it to a wall lined with leather booths and high topped tables. Kara stopped for a moment, seeming to be looking for someone, before heading towards a booth in the corner of the room. Sitting at the booth were two men and a woman.

    “Kara!” the woman squealed above the music, standing up and pulling my friend into a hug.

   “Amara,” Kara said when she pulled away, “I’d like you to meet Eva.”

   I smiled at the stunning platinum blonde, giving her a small wave.

   Amara smiled at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva. I’m Amara and this is my boyfriend, Nico.”

   She slid back into the booth, wrapping her arm around the man who had been sitting next to her. Her boyfriend, Nico, nodded at me, and I gave him a small wave. Nico was a massive block of pure muscle, dwarfing the petite woman who was nuzzled up against him. Despite his huge size, he was handsome with his black hair and brown eyes.

   “Hey Kara, aren’t you gonna introduce your friend to me?” a voice called, instantly pulling my attention towards the man sitting next to Nico. He smirked and winked at me, causing a light blush to bloom across my cheeks.

   Kara rolled her eyes, “Eva, this is Amara’s obnoxious brother, James.”

   James grinned at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva.”

   I gave him a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you too. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

   Seeing that we all seemed to be getting along, Kara smiled and slid into the booth next to Amara. This left me to slide in next to James, who seemed all to happy to have me next to him. We all talked for a while, laughing and getting along like we had known each other for years. I found myself enjoying all of their company, so when James asked me to dance, I agreed.

   Standing up from the booth, I allowed James to take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. It was extremely crowded, but we managed to find enough space on the edge for the two of us. My back pressed up against James’ front, I began to move my hips to the music. It took only moments for me to completely loose myself in the heavy bass. Forgetting all of my troubles, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me as I swayed and grinded against James to the beat. Here, dancing at the club, it was easy to forget what had happened just a few weeks ago.

   After hours of alternating dancing with James and dancing with the girls, I decided that it was time for me to go home. Saying my goodbyes, I gave Kara a hug and promised Amara that we would hang out again. As I left the club, I noticed that the line outside had disappeared, everyone either getting inside or moving on to another club. It was easy enough to hail a cab, and I gratefully slid into the seat. I gave the driver my address and closed my eyes as he pulled out onto the street.

    It took about twenty minutes to get from The King back to my apartment. I had to fight to stay awake as we bumped along the road, my body absolutely exhausted. Grinning, I realized that tonight I would finally be able sleep without nightmares. 

   The cab pulled to a stop outside my apartment building, and I slowly got out. I paid the driver, then blindly made my way upstairs. Yawning as I approached my door, I dug around in my purse for my keys. I finally found them and pulled them out, slipping them into the door only to realize that it wasn’t locked. Frowning, my body immediately went on high alert. I never forgot to lock my door and this morning was not the exception.

   Pulling my gun out of my purse, I slowly pushed open my door. I cautiously entered my apartment, finding the lights already on. After finding nothing out of place in the living room and kitchen, I made my way down the short hallway to my bedroom. I kept the gun raised in front of me as I slowly walked to my room, listening carefully to see if I could hear anyone. 

   When I reached my bedroom door, I found that it was only partially open. I slowly pushed it open the rest of the way, but paused before entering. Taking a deep breath and steeling myself against whatever I might find, I swung into the doorway. Aiming my gun straight at the figure sitting on my bed, I almost screamed.

   The figure on my bed grinned, “Azrael, so nice of you to finally come home.”

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