#lightshcwer.

[chvmpcgnerps]

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her head still facing the sky, she rests her eyes shut as the downpour gradually moved to cover the area. with a soft sigh pushed passed her duo, she took in reality for what it was and scanned the area for an nearby shelter to take cover from the rain that she knew would only pick up in downpour. out of mere desperation, winona yanked on the door handle as if it would magically open this time. maybe a part of her wanted it to open because she knew she would have to face august. and oh how much easier it would be to shoot a quick nevermind text and drive off home. with the area having low traffic, winona shielded her eyes with her hand as as a vehicle approached her slow. as it drew closer, she quickly recognized the make and model to be august's. part of her was shocked at how quick he managed to reach her and she didn't quite even recall seeing a text back. looking at him with squinted eyes, winona made out what he said through the rain and shook her head. "i just need you to help me get into my car!" she shouted back to ensure he could hear her. "did you bring something to get into the car?" winona quizzed with a puzzled expression quilting her face.

[pinksopaque]

" i've seen adults trick or treat , lucy . so - i feel like my argument wins over yours . are you calling me a serial killer ? that's kind of hurtful , i meant it as like .. i'm a nice guy , definitely would do anything for my future girlfriend , " he goes , a scowl appearing on his face as he glances at her , a small scoff comes out , keeping his eyes on hers for a moment . " i was talking about costumes ! although , younger me wouldn't have said costumes . "

"they get candy by stealing it from their children. they don't trick or treat themselves, so your point is null! and yes you're approachable, but every successful serial killer also is, soooo..." lucy's brows shot up to emphasize her point. she eyed him up and down, played up the silence for comedic effect. "a costume, whatever yeah. but you were talking straight up, actual crayons. and if you weren't, you need to be clearer going forward", she chuckled.

[decadentscribe]

LUNA‘S AUDACITY KNEW NO BOUNDS. She ought to apologize and show remorse after sabotaging his date and ruining his chances to move forward, but she did otherwise. Instead, she brazenly rubbed her success in his face. She remained unfazed under his piercing gaze. Her words denied his accusation, but the glint in her eyes hinting her smugness spoke volumes. ❝Me? Clinically insane?❞ Luna scoffed. ❝Don‘t go throwing that word around. It‘s offensive.❞ She noted how he called her by his designated nickname towards her. One that he used to address her with affection, but now sounded otherwise. ❝You make it sound like I have no life. I actually do. I just happened to have a free time, and you were in the area.❞

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[sunliights]

a closed starter for @lightshcwer continued from here.

jack knows it’s a pretty odd request to make but he figures you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take and the worst he can really do is make things awkward with his neighbour. it’s not as if they see one another enough for him to feel put off by it, though. “you might not have something in mind now but if you ever do, i’d be happy to help. y’know, a lightbulb that needs replaced or something,” he suggests with a little wave of his hand, since he isn’t actually sure what he can offer. he hadn’t considered much about what this sort of a transaction might look like in practice, only in theory. “if you’re sure it wouldn’t be any trouble though, i’d be grateful.”

[fadinglights]

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“you’re  so  mean  to  me.  so  mean!  do  our  promises  mean  nothing  to  you?”  glossed  lips  curve  into  a  pout  and  she  gives  her  best  friend  the  puppy  eyes  in  hopes  that  the  woman  will  cave  in.  “but  the  whole  point  is  that  we  go  to  the  premiere  and  the  after  party!  everyone  will  be  there  and  we  can  even  take  pictures  with  the  actors.  it’ll  be  so  much  fun.”  working  as  a  makeup  artist  might  have  many  downsides  like  the  hectic  schedule  and  silly  rules  when  working  with  idols,  but  getting  tickets  to  exciting  events  is  one  of  the  few  perks  she  loves.  “you’re  not  going  to  die  alone  —  i’m  not  going  to  let  you.”  she  thought  nellie  is  her  friend  too,  now  she  is  more  of  an  enemy  in  jules’  eyes  for  stealing  her  best  friend  away.  that  must  be  it,  right?  just  unwillingness  to  share  a  person  that’s  so  dear  to  her.  it’s  nothing  out  of  ordinary  for  the  pair  of  best  friends  that  are  attached  to  the  hip.  perfectly  justifiable.  “then  don’t  go!”  she  takes  her  friend’s  arm  and  shakes  it  with  just  as  much  theatrics.  “you’re  going  to  have  a  much  better  night  with  me  than  some  random  person  who  will  bore  you  with  small  talk.”

[czrsed]

melissa’s heart skipped a beat at his words. the playful teasing, the familiar banter—it was all too easy to fall back into, and yet it felt heavier this time, like something she couldn’t quite shake. she couldn’t place why, but a part of her felt both relieved and anxious at the same time. maybe it was the fact that, despite all the years that had passed, despite the screens, the red carpets, the fame, and everything that had changed, liam was still here, just like before.

she leaned against the truck, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, noting the subtle changes—how his jaw had grown a little sharper, how his smile, though still as genuine as ever, seemed to carry a quiet sadness she didn’t remember. it made her stomach flip. "i did." she confessed, feeling her cheeks turning red.

"okay, then let's go." she invited, pointing to the truck. "or i might change my mind and decide that crepes are, in fact, better than pancakes with you."

and then there was the girlfriend. she didn’t know what to make of that. part of her was relieved, almost numb, to hear about it. but another part of her, the one that had secretly hoped… well, that part didn’t know how to deal with the pang of something unresolved. she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

"girlfriend, huh?" she repeated, her voice soft but playful, trying to keep the mood light despite the jealousy inside her mind. "no cease and desist from paul mescal, sadly." she teased, but her smile faltered for a moment. "as for your danger… i don’t think my fans will mind. it’s not like you haven’t always been in danger around me anyway." she added with a soft laugh, her gaze shifting to his once more, but this time, it lingered. she couldn’t help it.

she slipped past him and opened the passenger door, sliding into the seat as if she’d done it a thousand times before. "come on, liam," she called over, giving him a look that was part challenge, part invitation. "i didn’t come all this way for you to leave me waiting."

liam was taken aback by her sudden bluntness. he shouldn't have been— this was typical mel. but somewhere along the way, they'd stopped being the kind of friends who talked about feelings at length, if at all. those conversations had been born then died on some janky rooftop downtown, their old hangout spot. in the years after she'd left, he'd found himself going back there often, until the city eventually tore the building down. liam hadn't had the heart to tell melissa then. or maybe he'd wanted to spare himself the humiliation if she didn't even remember, or worse, didn't care.

their communication now was... infrequent. he couldn't hold it against her, but it was the truth. the fact that she was here now felt like a miracle, given her impossible schedule. he'd been grateful for the postcards and the occasional texts over the years, but they were clearly no match for the real deal. he froze momentarily upon hearing her question. the words sounded so sweet coming from her lips. why would she ask that? wasn't it obvious? liam sputtered, then rolled his eyes with a smile he hoped passed as playful. "of- of course i did, is this a joke? why would i want to hang out if i didn't?" he teased, thankful that he'd allegedly saved face. "did you?" liam wasn't sure what demon possessed him to even ask, but he could always curse himself later. he caught a glimpse of her bright blue eyes and quickly glanced away, scanning the surroundings for a distraction. so... maybe not the smoothest save.

"that's easy for you to say! i think most people would agree crepes in paris sound better than pancakes in tucson. it's just your nostalgia talking", he smiled, nodding towards his truck. "now come on, my stomach is gurgling like crazy." the tension— entirely of his own making — was finally starting to dissipate when mel asked him about his love life. for the second time now, she'd left him speechless, and he had a sneaking suspicion there was a lot more of that waiting for him during her trip.

for the sake of honesty (and not having to keep up some elaborate lie), liam decided to let the cat out of the bag. "girlfriend is not the jealous type, if you can believe that. not even melissa jensen rattles her." what girlfriend didn't know, however, was that liam had been in love with melissa jensen for as long as he could remember. when it became clear those feelings would never be returned, liam was faced with two choices: move on, or cut mel out of his life. the choice was easy; he couldn't picture his life without mel in it. she was his best friend. so he'd decided it would be better for the both of them to pretend those feelings had never existed. melissa wouldn't walk on eggshells around him, and he could stop actively yearning for someone who didn't want him back, which was miserable. his feelings took a while to subside, longer than he'd admit. but eventually, he just... stopped thinking about it. and that was when he met... well... "girlfriend."

"what about mr jensen? should i expect a cease and desist from paul mescal or whatever young hunk hollywood is pushing, now?" he made a conscious effort to keep his tone casual, hoped they could breeze past this. "not to sound self-important, but i'm putting myself in danger being around you, you know? your fans will want my head on a pike."

[moonrvier]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url:

m - midnight rain by taylor swift

o - ocean eyes by billie eilish

o - only if for a night by florence & the machine

n - nothing's gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

r - run to you by seventeen

v - valium by lisa mitchell

i - i saw you in a dream by the japanese house

e - evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

r - radio by lana del rey

tagged by: the amazing @suchaehwas

tagging: @eunoiac @lcvescsweet @lightshcwer @mccntower @seolinah @lostintra @theforsakvn @lilacwiine @emeraldhazes if u guys haven't done it yet and want to, +++ anyone else on my dash who wants to do it ily all

[blindspct]

cozy thing tag game 🧸

comfort food(s): uncrustables, mozzarella sticks, chicken nuggets, & sweet heat pickles

comfort drink(s): diet coke & pomegranate vitamin water

comfort movie(s): Any 90s lifetime movie, Midsommar, The Wedding Date, Stephen King's IT (the original)

comfort show(s): unsolved mysteries, your worst nightmare, deadly women, the heartstopper series, parks & rec

comfort clothing: bicycle shorts, big t shirts, & sweatshirts

comfort song(s): anything maddie zahm, one direction, or khalid

comfort book(s): i don't read anything more than once tbh

comfort game(s): monopoly, animal crossing

tagged by @aquamanandfriends

tagging @pryoria @h3rtzoom @mccntower @lightshcwer @seolinah @ofmymanymuses

[czrsed]

menekşe’s smile was there, as always, but asher noticed, in that moment, that she wasn’t entirely at ease. he knew how good she was at hiding what she felt, and the way she tried to mask that small discomfort only made it stand out more to him. but instead of finding it amusing, as he usually did, a sharp pang of something deeper stirred in him. he wanted to be enough for her. he wanted more than just to be the friend she felt the need to care for. but he didn’t know how to say that without risking it all.

"you don’t have to keep looking after me like this, you know," he began, his smile genuine but his eyes revealing something deeper. "i mean, it’s more than just being a good friend, isn’t it?" he paused, heart pounding in his chest, the words slipping out before he could think them through.

he leaned against the table, his body tense, heart racing. his words were right there on the tip of his tongue, but something held him back. he didn’t want to do anything that would make her feel pressured, but there was something in her, some vulnerability, that made him want to protect her more than he already did.

asher shifted slightly, his gaze not leaving hers. "i know we’re just friends, and maybe that’s all i should expect, but... god, i can’t ignore how i feel about you. if you ever saw me as more than just a friend, i wouldn’t hesitate. not for a second." he swallowed, realizing how vulnerable he sounded, but somehow it felt like a relief, like a weight had been lifted.

menekşe tried to control her expression, to rein in her smile, but that seemed an impossible feat whenever asher was around. she wasn't even sure why she bothered to protect herself: asher had never looked at her that way. he never noticed her lingering gaze or how she beamed when he entered a room. menekşe was a romantic at heart. she saw the world through rose-colored glasses. and yes, in her perfect fantasy, asher felt the same way. but this wasn't some romance novel and he wasn't her prince charming. his next words were a perfect reminder of that.

friends.

she didn't know why it stung so much— it was true. they were friends. the best of friends, even. menekşe was grateful to have him in her life, even if not in the way she yearned for. but that didn't make being friendzoned hurt any less. she forced a smile, trying to act like everything was fine. the irony wasn't lost on her: she was an actress, yet she'd never been good at lying. especially not to herself. and with her hovering over him, so close, keeping up the act felt impossible.

"you're too stubborn for your own good, ash. an ice pack is an ice pack, whether i'm the one holding it or not", she said, hoping to keep things light. menekşe shrugged off his gratitude, even though his honeyed words and their closeness were making her face flush. she felt that familiar heat creeping up her neck. it was when she felt it prickling her cheeks that she knew she was visibly blushing. to spare herself the embarrassment, she glanced away. "don't mention it. uhh... why don't you take over and i'll get you something to drink? or a snack? like a granola bar or something small. you might have a concussion, ash... you need to take it easy."

she quickly latched onto the excuse of getting him a snack, eyes darting around. only when she was sure that he had a good grip on the ice pack did she let go. “i’ll just… be right back,” she murmured, stepping away and hoping the distance would calm her racing heart.

[blcssom]

"time is relative, ray." and she was relatively drunk enough to believe her own ramblings, so no iota of rationale could convince her otherwise. the way the other woman eyed her, regardless of the thoughts running through raven's head, seemed to please her, head tilting as full lips curled into a grin. "i need it for emergencies! i mean, you never pick up your phone anymore.... what if i need to come check that you haven't slipped and fallen unconscious?" her obsessive tendencies were always masked by a need to take care of people, the way she'd never been taken care of herself, and even with the rational voice in the back of her mind telling her that what she was doing was not normal ris couldn't shake the feeling that if she deviated from her path she would end up entirely alone. "..... whore-se?" wide eyes squint, trying to make out the meaning before it came to her with a giddy laugh. "oh horse! wow, that was.... awful." but a relief, none the less. "and yet you gave me one. maybe you wanted to reassure me: it's okay to admit you're still carrying a torch for me after all this time, ya know?"

"not here it isn't, darling", raven deadpanned. she eyed marisa from head to toe and silently wondered what kind of horrendous shit she must've done in a past life to have marisa serpico as her walking, talking, breathing karma in this one. did she drive her up the walls most times? absolutely. and yet here marisa was, with a key raven herself had given her, and purposely not taken back. what was she doing? it was a mystery even to herself. "god, you still have that? i guess you can leave it on the counter on your way out, mhm?" she sighed, nonchalant. raven focused on the task at hand instead. as her ex-lover's tantrum ramped up, however, she couldn't help but throw a glance at her over her shoulder. "try whorse", she scoffed before turning back around. "not that i owe you an explanation."

[saudadexmses]

Holly glances down at her elbow." Oh crap!" They chuckle, of course she wouldn't notice that she had ruined her blouse and it was one of her favorites, that was what they got for getting distracted.

" Thanks, I'm not sure that I can save it but-" Quickly she reaches into her pocket taking out a a sharpie, one of three she kept on herself, she pulls on the cap and draws a flower to cover up the stain." There that will do it for now." They glance back at the other with a grin." I'm Holly by the way, thank you for the heads up Nathan."

nathan   almost   startled   when   holly   finally   took   notice   of   him,   blinking   in   rapid   succession.   he'd   tried   to   keep   his   approach   low-key,   didn't   want   them   to   feel   uncomfortable   because   of   him.   but   he   hadn't   accounted   for   the   music   booming...   maybe   he   should've   spoken   louder.   "uhh,   it's   just-"   he   vaguely   pointed   at   her   blouse.   "you   leaned   your   elbow   on   some...   mysterious   substance   there.   bar   counters   aren't   notorious   for   their   cleanliness,   i'm   afraid.   and   it's-   well,   it's   a   pretty��  blouse.   'thought   you'd   like   a   heads   up",   he   explained   himself   matter-of-factly.   but   the   only   fact   he   came   to   in   the   end   is   that   he   was   not   drunk   enough   to   have   this   conversation.   and   yeah,   he   probably   shouldn't   rely   on   alcohol   to   be   able   to   have   a   normal   chat   with   a   normal   human   being.   but   it   wasn't   a   problem   if   no   one   knew   about   it...   right?   and   with   those   thoughts   swirling   in   his   mind,   nathan   brought   his   own   glass   to   his   lips   and   took   a   long   swig.   "i'm   nathan,   by   the   way...   i   hope   your   blouse   is   salvageable."

[lovepctions]

jared's head tilted, feigning hurt at the other's dismay to his idiom. "ray, you mean to tell me you didn't like my punny pun? i need them to get through this god awful day. please spare some mercy; i feel i need to at least get four more puns out of me or else i will die." he knew if he was talking to his ex that it would have been a nonnegotiable no to his whining, no matter how much he was kidding. at least raven put up with him. he began to make his way tot he checkout line. "pizza sounds bomb, i'm not gonna lie, but what were you going to cook?"

raven scoffed, trying to hide her amusement; she couldn't let him have this one. or worse, know that she cared for him. it had always been her thing, acting detached. however, if someone stuck around long enough, they found out that couldn't be further from the truth. much to raven's dismay. "if it'll get you to never say that to me again, we can leave now. i wanted to cook something tonight, but we might as well go all in and eat out, mmm? pizza, maybe? that's a good sloppy... heartbreak-ish food, right?" she teased him.

[blindspct]

hannah paused for a moment, thinking about what he said, before letting out a fit of giggles at the thought. "god, you're probably right. i didn't even think about that. anyways, i still think he's unnecessarily ripped." she pointed out with a small shake of her head, a smile resting over her lips. this was how she imagined things would go between the two of them. she wanted to believed that, given the chance, something could potentially happen between the two of them. "you're totally welcome." she replied and then watched as he moved closer to her. she was curious to see what he was doing or what he was going to ask from her. she took his phone in her hand, glancing between him and the device. "well, first thing's first. you definitely need a contact picture for me." she announced and pulled up his camera, wasting no time smiling and taking a picture of herself. she hoped he wouldn't mind. ultimately, she didn't think that he would. after assigning the picture to her contact, she leaned toward him and navigated through his phone. "this is how you'll contact me any time you want." she announced and then looked back at him with a small smile, probably standing closer than she should before a blush covered her cheeks and she shyly handed him his phone back. "anyways, i'll totally show you how kick ass i am at yoshi whenever you're free."

"hannah, even if he wasn't ripped... if you were a fish, he'd look huge anyway, no?" liam tried – unsuccessfully – to suppress a smile. god, she was adorable. he could hardly stand it. all he could hope is that it wasn't too obvious. he felt like he was about to burst. they'd never talked this long before, and this could've been a total disaster, mostly on his part. and yet here they were, bantering. he didn't want to jinx it, but things were going well... suspiciously well. he flexed his fingers around the cart handle; his excitement was begging to be let out. "i'm not huge on greek mythology. i watched the percy jackson movies as a kid and that's about it. so don't look to me, either", he chuckled. "of course, thank you so much, super-hannah", he curtsied briefly. "actually, now that you mention it, i'm not sure that i know how to operate a phone at all. i don't even know how or why i have one. d'you mind?" liam handed hannah his phone again, a smug grin playing against his lips. "can you show me, really slowly, how i can contact you with this?" he raised a brow to really sell his act as best he could. "i think with books, it's like... i need it to tase my brain, for lack of a better word. mind-boggling gore usually does the trick. i want to be horrified, but also in the way of like... i can't wait to see what happens next. so maybe i lean more towards thrillers after all", he conceded with a shrug. liam tilted his head at her answer, eyes narrowed playfully. "now, see... i'd kick your ass, pardon my french. me and morton, any day. yoshi is a rookie mistake."

[myriadxofxmuses]

"That's sure what it feels like," she pointed out with a huff once Safiyah spoke finally faced her.

When their eyes met she felt her body start to go limp. Her heart practically stopped from the anguish over losing her all over again. Sydney didn't know if she could handle this. She forced her gaze away and harshly grabbed up her pants. She slid them on as irrational plans to move away and start completely fresh ran through her mind. How she would create a whole new identity. That she would just forget Safiyah and everything about her - a naive justification to get through this.

"What makes you think I'm putting anything on hold for you," she started countering, stopping I'm her tracks when she asked about Brent's failed matchmaking.

It had indeed been because of her that Sydney bailed on the date - their spontaneous plans to meet up the deciding factor. "Fuck sake," she said in disbelief, a soft chuckle escaping her. Saf still seemed to be ten steps ahead of her. "I didn't ghost her because of you," she lied. "I ghosted her because I was tired of Brent pestering me about it. "This is nothing anyway, right? Why should it matter to you if I ditch some no name for any reason?," she lied further.

Half way anyway. Brent had indeed been harassing her, in a good way, about moving on from Safiyah. While a mutual friend, he'd pointed out very early on that she was just going to get hurt again and he just wanted the group to be normal again. Syd forgetting about the relationship with her ex was a huge proponent of that and Brent thought Elise could have helped with that. Except that she couldn't ever replace Safiyah. No one could. And when she'd called to meet up that night, Syd had been more than happy to cancel the date. Now here they were

"And don't try and deflect this on me," she continued frustratedly as she finished trying to gather her things. "You wanted this just as much as I did otherwise we wouldn't be here," she told her pointedly, dropping to the bed with a small groan. "Why can't you just admit that we are actually good for each other and quit trying to shut me out?" she asked finally letting her gaze find Safiyah again.

She smiled softly over at her as she dressed. Sydney still couldn't believe they'd managed to get back to this. Somewhat anyway. It was a full on back together, but it seemed like things were on the right track for her to once again call Safiyah hers.

Until she dropped her bomb.

"What?" Syd asked as she sat up, covering her self with the sheet. "Are you serious right now?" she asked through a huff of disbelief. "Wow. Ok," she added mostly to herself as she slid from the bed and grabbed her clothes. "So what was this exactly? Some kind of time filler until you're done with me...again?" she asked almost rhetorically as she pulled her own shirt on. "You know, the least you could do is look me in the eye when you discard me."

[pinksopaque]

alvaro knew that he had good points , although - a tad ridiculous , always managing to make himself laugh with how much he's said already . " that's not even remotely true , they do get candy . they just don't show you . & i'm approachable , okay ? i know i am . " he laughs , shaking his head . " you say that now , but you're gonna see someone in a super hot crayon costume .. you're gonna end up fucking them , hands down . "

lucy grimaced at alvaro's logic, tried to appear as disgusted as possible despite how amused she truly was. god, that man was ridiculous. she often wondered why they were friends in the first place but who was she kidding? it was for that exact same absurdity. "but they don't ask for candy themselves. they just accompany their kids to protect them against people like you, actually", she rolled her eyes playfully. "close, but i'm more of a green girl. still wouldn't fuck a crayon, though. hard pass."

[chvmpcgnerps]

drenched, winona eyes darted vigorously in search of whom august may have been talking too. though inaudible, her lips mouthed wow as she tried to process or in this case over-process what he had said. he's right, he's not fucking locksmith win. what could you possibly expected other than a ride out of the rain. "what," a humorless laugh had emitted her as a somewhat baffled expression was plastered along her face. "so in other words, you didn't bring anything to help me get in my car." she nodded her head, growing annoyed at the reality. "because quite frankly, i could've just called fucking towing or triple A" she sneered, her expression and tone having transitioned into cold, bitter even. "you know what.." she threw up her hands briefly allowing her feelings to get the best of her before wiping the excess rain from her face. "honestly, sorry for being a bother and interrupting your day with my inconvenience," with force, she pushed the door closed.