#When I tell you I laughed out loud when I opened this ask the accuracy is spot on

[oneluckydragon]

I needed to make something for the return of two of my favorite girls ever. Sora happened to run into skuntank in town today. According to Echo this is death penalty worthy.

Dragon understands them on a molecular level and it makes me so happy.

[fir3ylolol]

i'll have what she's having

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: Johnny has insisted that you match with him at his Halloween party, which you obliged. but he's acting sort of weird? wonder what's up with him...

tw: mentions of drinking

a/n: i was inspired by @sillygooselulu to write a little fluff, and why not make it Halloween-themed! first real attempt at fluff which was kinda fun :) but don't worry, the 100-follower special should be out soon!

word count: 1.21 k

Ao3

You put on the last part of your Halloween costume and look in the mirror. Smoothing your pants, you turn and admire how you look. A pair of brown shoes, high-waisted jeans, a red turtleneck, and a brown blazer. Of course, ever the film nerd, Johnny wanted to go as Harry and Sally. You walk to your bathroom to finish your hair and face, sitting down with a huff. You had no idea where Johnny was, leaving you to get ready by yourself. You curl your hair into loose, tease out 80’s curls, and apply a wine-colored gloss to your lips.

You notice your phone buzzing on the bathroom counter and pick it up quickly. Johnny’s cheesy grin flashes across your screen and you pick up quickly. “Hey, you picked up! Where are you? You on your way yet?” He’s almost yelling in your ear, and you back the phone away from your ear. “I just finished, I’ll be there soon. You feeling good?” you manage to say without a laugh, his volume a clear indication that he’s already started to party. “I feel great! Hurry up and get over here!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave now then.” You grab your large leathery bag, which Johnny insisted on for “accuracy”. “Woohoo! I’ll see you soon!” He cheers, and abruptly hangs up. Sighing lightly, you leave to his place, LA traffic is not any better than usual. It takes about 30 minutes to get there, and when you do, you notice how many cars are in the driveway. There are at least 50, blocking areas and creating a maze. But, ever the gentleman, Johnny runs out, waving his garage controls above his head. He slightly runs into the car and sticks his head through the window. “You’re here! Go ahead, park in the garage. I’ll see you inside, ok? Bye!” He leaves before you can get a word out, leaving you in a stunned state.

You shake out of it, and pull into his garage quickly, walking into the house through that door. It is loud inside, with bass vibrating the floor and shot glasses tipped over on the counter. You shuffle through the crowd in front of you, searching for Johnny. And there he is, sitting on the couch and laughing loudly with more people than you think the furniture can handle. But he sees you and bolts up. In a large, white cable-knit sweater and jeans, he wraps you up in a hug. “Yay! My other half is here, guys!” He turns you towards the crowd, which loudly cheers for him.

He lets go of you and holds one of your hands, smiling widely. “I missed you,” he giggles out. “How much have you had to drink?” You touch a hand to his red cheeks, which he hisses at. “Your hands are too cold. But I’ve only had a little.” You start to drag him towards a balcony, and he follows behind you with shuffling steps. “Come on, you need fresh air,” you open the glass door and get him outside, shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh, fine,” he leans against the waist-height wall and looks out over Malibu. You stand beside him, wrapping an arm around him in a light hug. He turns to look at you, smiling just as wide as before, with slightly less red cheeks. “You know, you’re always so nice. I like having you around,” he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “I like being around man, it’s fun.” You laugh lightly as your face is shoved into his chest, pushing away a little.

Johnny pauses, face slightly dropping as he looks out again. “Hey, can I tell you something? Like, can you promise you won’t leave after I say it?” He sounds slightly serious, but drops it quickly, “Since people will keep asking why I didn’t dress up.” Taken slightly aback by his words, you try to join him in lightening the mood. “Unless you killed someone, I’m staying right here.” He pauses a little too long, and you panic slightly. “Y-you didn’t kill anyone, right??” He turns to you and laughs hard, leaning forward over the wall. “No! Why would I do that? God, you’re funny.” You breathe out a sigh of relief, you weren’t ready to keep a secret like that.

But he grows serious again, letting out what sounds like a nervous breath. “Well, we’ve been friends for a while, and I really like hanging out with you. You’ve stuck by me, even when my movies weren’t that successful.” He’s trying to lighten the mood again, but it’s not working. He coughs slightly, then continues. “Hold on, I memorized my lines.” Confused, you cock an eyebrow at him, but you’re used to his strange antics. He takes a deep breath and starts talking again. “I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.” Your face slightly drops, and you recognize what he’s saying. It’s the speech at the end of ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ He continues, “And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's Halloween.”

He grabs both your hands, his grasp tight as he finishes, “I wanted you here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” You’re in shock again, taking a long time to process all of this. But he stands there, uncharacteristically nervous. God, how much did he have to drink tonight? He tends to be a little less careful when he’s stressed, and if his nerves now are indicative, he is close to wasted. You snap out of it, and look into his eyes, finally smiling. “Johnny, you really had to quote a movie to confess?” He lets out a breath, shoulders falling forward. “Don’t tease! You’re just so cool, and attractive, and I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. So I figured I could maybe pass this off as part of my character, and not something I was saying.”

“Wait, is this why you really wanted us to dress up as Harry and Sally?” He wraps his arms around you tight, snuggling into your neck. “Maybe…was it bad?” You hug him back, hands tracing along his back. “Nah, it was cute. Nerdy, but cute.” Huffing, he pulls away, “You could’ve left it at cute.” But he pauses again, searching your face quickly. “So…do you wanna…be with me?” You smile and cup his face in one hand, bringing him in for a kiss. He melts into you, arms wrapping around your waist as yours wrap around his neck. You feel him smile, holding you tight against him. He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuviella: Part 22

“Alright, everyone! If you could all take your places for the first marketplace scene, please!”

You settle down stage left, afforded a clear view of the stage (and audience, thanks to the distinct lack of curtains) and watch as Portia, Lucio, and Asra make their way to the other side.

There’s one last conference with the director before Julian hops off stage. You watch Portia get into character, hand coming up to cradle an imaginary wine glass as Asra tries not to laugh at her imitation. Lucio gives his replacement skirt one more impatient tug and then the three of them are off. You flip open Julian’s script and do your best to follow along:

ENTER: Evil Stepmother (E.S.) and Ugly Stepsister (U.S.), stage right. Nobody is happy to see them. E.S.: Come along and stop complaining, child, I’ve had enough of your ridiculous tantrums today. U.S. (whining): But mother, I saw it and I want it so it needs to be mine! (stomps foot)

You watch as Lucio brings his heel down, catching the hem of his skirt and pulling it right to the floor. You half-expect to hear a loud rip when he does so, but Portia’s stitching holds firm and he topples himself backwards instead to the raucous laughter of several South End ensemble members. He rights himself quickly with a flush. You can’t tell if the blood in his face is a positive reaction to the happy attention or frustration at falling over. Thankfully, it seems to be the first kind as he clears his throat and continues with his line:

U.S. (cont): How am I supposed to seduce the butcher’s boy if I’m not wearing that sausage necklace? I want him to notice me. You know what? Fine! Since you won’t get it for me, I’ll ask Cinders instead. Cinderellaaa! ENTER: Cinderella, stage right, carrying several unidentifiable purchases. She is struggling to balance them and looks tired. Cinderella (submissively): Yes, Ugly Steps – I mean, yes, sister?

You watch the way Asra smirks around their lines, far more sassy than submissive and clearly uncaring about their misrepresentation of Cinderella’s character. He juts out a hip to perch the empty boxes on, arching an impudent eyebrow at Lucio while Julian facepalms off stage. Portia turns to face her quarreling daughters with a haughty toss of her hair:

E.S.: Cinderella, I expect you not to fall behind on your duties. Fetch us some bread from the baker’s and be back before we’re finished at the dressmaker’s. Cinderella: Yes, milady. U.S. (pulling Cinderella aside): Give this to his boy for me, okay? I know you want to read it, but you’re not allowed to! And tell me what he says! Cinderella (sighing): Yes, Ug – Yes, sister.

You watch Asra make their way across the stage, ignoring Portia’s covert glare as they hike their skirt up to their thighs to avoid tripping. Portia and Lucio stay huddled in a corner that you assume is going to be the dressmaker’s as Asra pauses mid-stride, going off script as he opens up the blank piece of folded paper that Lucio shoved into his hand.

UNSCRIPTED: Cinderella opens the note one exaggerated fold at a time, smirking as she reads the contents before clearing her throat and sharing it with all present. Cinderella (imitating U.S. with uncanny accuracy): I’m perfect and you know you want me. If you ask nicely, I’ll let you pay me to go on a date with you. Signed, the unattainable girl of your dreams. (giggles and refolds the note) Sounds like that poor boy’s been having nightmares. END UNSCRIPTED PORTION

You watch Cinderella make a mad dash for the edge of the stage, the Director muffling his laughter into his gloves. The Evil Stepmother gives chase with a furious scolding about how no self-respecting maid on the job would show that much leg while the Ugly Stepsister opens and closes her mouth in search of the right words to protest with. You hear a choke and look behind you in time to see Selasi, the beloved baker, give Lucio a cautious look and creep backstage. You turn back to where Portia is dragging Asra back to the front by their ear and wonder just how many of your friends Julian has recruited to perform in his play.