#need to visit places where they give you something for wearing a costume

[riguri]

wooooo almost Halloween (i dress the same way as i always do but instead of barking at me people think it's my costume now)

[vanteguccir]

chris w a marvel nerd gf

── ୨୧ !　HEADCANON;

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Where you're Chris's girlfriend and obsessed with Marvel <3

──　Chris first noticed your Marvel obsession when you casually dropped a deep-cut reference during a conversation. You were talking about something unrelated in a friend's hangout, and suddenly, you quoted Tony Stark with a mischievous smile. Chris’s quickly recognized it from one of those Marvel edits that show up on his TikTok from time to time. From that moment, he knew you were special.

──　Chris loves planning dates around your Marvel obsession. He surprises you with movie marathons at home, where he’s bought your favorite snacks and even ordered limited-edition Marvel-themed blankets and pillows to make it feel like a cozy theater experience. Sometimes, he’ll even dress up in a Marvel-themed t-shirt - that you made him buy - just to see your face light up when you notice.

──　Knowing how much you love the MCU, Chris often surprises you with rare or vintage Marvel comics. He’ll visit specialty comic book stores or browse online for hours to find issues that feature your favorite characters. He loves watching your reaction as you open the gift, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you carefully flip through the pages.

──　You’re constantly discussing Marvel theories with Chris, sometimes late into the night. Whether it’s speculating on future MCU plot twists or debating the morality of certain characters, Chris loves listening to your passionate insights. Even if he doesn’t always have the same level of knowledge, he’s deeply engaged and loves hearing your perspective. He often jokes about how you should have your own Marvel theory YouTube channel.

──　When a new Marvel movie is about to be released, Chris makes it an event. He’ll buy tickets for the earliest showing possible and might even suggest wearing matching Marvel-themed outfits. On the day of the release, he’ll clear his schedule and refuse to film any new video, knowing how much it means to you to be among the first to experience the film. Your excitement is contagious, and he finds himself getting just as pumped up as you.

──　Your place is filled with Marvel collectibles; action figures, posters, Funko Pops, and more. Chris always finds a way to add to your collection, whether it’s a rare figure he stumbled upon or a custom-made piece featuring your favorite characters. Sometimes, he even helps you rearrange your display shelves to make room for new additions, joking about how you might need an extra room soon. When it comes to the limit of not having any more free space on your house, he brings the new ones he bought to his own house and puts it on his room.

──　If you’re into cosplay, Chris is your biggest fan and supporter. He’ll help you gather materials, give you feedback on your designs, and even assist with makeup and costume details. When you’re at a convention, he’s right by your side, taking pictures of you in character and proudly posting them on social media with captions like, "Look at my superhero!". He’s also the type to hype you up in front of others, making sure everyone knows how much effort and passion you put into your cosplay.

──　Watching Marvel movies together is a regular activity in your relationship. Even if you’ve both seen them countless times, it never gets old. Chris loves seeing how you react to your favorite scenes, and he always smiles when you recite lines word for word. He’s learned which moments in the movies are your favorites, and sometimes he’ll nudge you playfully just before they happen, sharing a knowing look.

──　When you’re out shopping together and you spot Marvel merch, Chris encourages you to indulge. Whether it’s a new t-shirt, a limited-edition figure, or even Marvel-themed kitchenware, he’s always happy to see you so excited. He’ll often sneak items into the cart when you’re not looking, only to surprise you when you get home.

──　Because of his fame and how media knows Chris has an obsessed Marvel girlfriend, he often receives invites for you both to attend Marvel movie premieres together. In there, Chris loves watching you take it all in; the energy of the crowd, the excitement in the air, and your wide-eyed awe at seeing your favorite characters on the big screen. He’s always by your side, holding your hand, and whispering little comments in your ear during the movie, making the experience even more special.

──　Whenever there’s Marvel news - whether it’s a new movie announcement, a casting update, or a trailer drop - Chris is the first to send it your way. He loves seeing your reaction, especially when you get excited about something new. Sometimes, he’ll wait until you’re together to show you, just so he can see your face light up in person.

──　Chris fully supports your Marvel obsession and never makes you feel like it’s silly or too much. He loves that you’re so passionate about something and appreciates how it brings out your playful and enthusiastic side. Sometimes, when you’re having a tough day, he’ll put on your favorite Marvel movie or bring you a new comic to cheer you up, knowing it’s an instant mood booster.

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A/N: I totally mirrored myself on this one, I've been a Marvel obsessed girl since I was born, and Marvel is definitely part of my everyday life 😭🥺🩷

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ello! Can I request Fnaf movie Mike meeting like a Homeless kid who lives in the pizzeria who gives him tips and tricks to survive headcanons? Basically to confuse the robots they like wear the head of a offbrand/prototype Crow animatronic? They just chill and goof around but remain out of sight from the famous man behind the slaughter and his daughter? :3

Ever since you've made Freddy Fazbear's Pizza into your "home", you quickly learned the ins and outs of the establishment.

You knew what times the animatronics automatically started their shows, where all the security camera blindspots were, how to make a pizza quick and easy, etc.

Above all else, however, you knew how to avoid those robots so they didn't try to make you like them.

Normally, they'd be protective over children--they weren't hostile because you were a homeless kid breaking in and living there.

It's the missing kids themselves.

They've visited your dreams, and every time it ends the same way: with Cassidy asking if you wanted to "join" them and getting frustrated when you refused.

You learned what happened to them and communicated via drawings for a while...until you accidentally broke something, which made them assume you were deliberately trying to destroy the place.

So you've been playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game since, often pranking them and thwarting their attempts to capture you, but never meaning anything ill by it.

If anything, they seem to like these little games, too.

After reading some old employee handbooks, you discovered that the animatronics have a programming glitch that makes them confuse humans for endoskeletons without suits on--and they'd use lethal ways to "fix" them.

Conveniently, you've found a costume head of a crow (likely from a partner of Freddy's or some ripoff brand) backstage, and after successfully tricking Foxy with it...you realized how helpful this could be to the security guards who've applied here and "vanished".

Fastforward to when you meet Mike, fully aware he's the next guard to possibly die (the last one got himself killed before you could even properly warn him in advance--not that he would have believed you anyways).

He's understandably concerned bc you're just a kid who's all alone here with no family, and given his trauma....he suddenly feels like he needs to protect you.

Instead, though, it's the opposite.

"Slide that toolbox in front of the floor vent."

He eyes you strangely, wondering why a kid was bossing him around. "...why?"

"Trust me."

The second Mike does that, he jumps as something starts growling and slamming against the vent's grates, clearly trying to get out and failing as it retreats soon after.

"What the hell was that??"

"Probably just rats." You innocently shrug. "Or Mr. Cupcake who seems especially hungry tonight."

"I'm sorry....the cupcake moves?"

You realize he's absolutely clueless, so you tell him about the animatronics and their routines, showing him the crow costume head.

He's impressed that you know so much about this place (like you were an employee), but he doesn't believe they're capable of doing any harm until later on.

When he brings Abby, you easily see through the facade they're all putting on for her, but you play along with their antics while building the pillow fort (although you avoid talking or looking at Vanessa, never trusting her nor the yellow rabbit your "friends" spoke of).

During the final night where you both rescue her from Chica, you urge Mike to use the crow mask to trick Bonnie and Freddy.

He was certain it'll never work.

They couldn't be that dumb....surely they'll know it's him trying to sneak backstage..

Plus the mask was stuffy and heavy, and he just think it's easier to taze them.

But at your insistence, he tries it on and is shocked when they stare at him for a moment, before continuing their scheduled "show", completely unaware of his ruse.

It does make him wonder how you figured that out all on your own..

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x Gardener reader 2.0

(This post is like another root from the story tree. But instead of talking about David, we talk about a new customer of yours, Cash)

Warning: Yandere, stalking, nsfw?

• so now that you were working at more locations, and keeping your distance from David, you found yourself on a ranch

• Not your ranch of course, but a costumers

• a man named cash wanted some help tending to his mothers garden

• his mother was growing to that age where things didn’t come easy, and not that he couldn’t take care of the garden himself, he just didn’t have the time

• he had cows, chickens, and crops to take care of. But he still wanted to make his mama happy

• that’s where you come in. A few times a week you would come by, weeding, dead heading, and watering the flowers

• Cash and his mother also had a green house full of veggies and some other edible things, you took care of that too

• now the first time you met Cash, he was quiet  and you had no idea if even liked you

• but that didn’t matter, he hired you to work, and work you did! Plus, the view you got to see while working was beautiful, just a valley of rolling hills

• and Cashes view of you was… well, let’s say he had a hard time looking away

• at first Cash didn’t really pay much time to you, you had a job to do and so did he. and as long as you did your job well, there wouldn’t be an issue

• he was also a little embarrassed to having to hire you, he wished he could just take care of the garden himself but alas, there just weren’t enough hours in the day

• he liked that you had manners. He had told you if you harvested any fruits or veggies to just bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter

• and every time you did, you’d knock, make sure him and or his mama was aware of your present and quietly walk to the kitchen

• sometimes you even asked his mama if she needed anything like a snack or a glass of water, he thought that was sweet

• sometimes you’d leave a small bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the garden and place it in the living room for him and his mama to see

• he thought you were a sweet girl, he didn’t dig much further then that, he didn’t want to

• but one day, when Cash was heading to the house for lunch, he saw you.

• you were ripping a small old stump out of the ground, and Cash just couldn’t look away

• you were wearing a tank top, sweating, covered in dirt, and your muscles flexing

(even if you don’t think your that muscly irl, trust me, if you ever do get gardening as a job, you will develop muscle)

• oh lord, this man just turned into a blushing mess

• ever since that day, he started paying attention to you more

• you see, Cash always came home for lunch, and the window above the sink, where he washed dishes was in perfect view of the garden

• also in perfect view was your ass when you bent over to pluck a flower or whatever else you were doing

• he started washing dishes by hand a lot more

• anytime you suggest something for the garden, that be a certain tool, plant, or pest control, you’d find it either in the shed during your next visit or he would straight up give you money to go buy it

• and he would totally give you too much money too. If you ever try to give him his change back, he would refuse and just say it’s your tip

• one day you had told him how people’s gardens were being ruined during the nights and within three days, he had updated his whole security system (by the way, this man is like rich, so he already had gates and a pretty good security system)

• he even set up some cameras facing the garden, only for security reason of course… no other reason

• he just likes you ok, and has no idea how to show it

• not only were you sweet, a hard worker, and hot as fuck, but his mama loved you

• “that gardener is such a lovely lady, and does such a nice job on my garden!”

• mama would 100% bake cookies for you and put them in a container for you to take home

• Cash thought highly of what his mother thought, and if she liked you, I mean????

• If his garden produced to many of a certain vegetable, he would just give you the extra (saving on that grocery bill gorl)

• one day when cash had a little bit more free time, he chose to have a picnic with his mama, he was thinking about asking you to join, but his mama beat him to it

• “hello y/n, me and my son are having a picnic, you should join us”

• you looked behind her to see Cash, looking slightly bashful and quick to look away when he noticed you staring

• “sure, I’d love too!”

• Cash laid down a blanket, and sat between you and his mama

• you ate some sandwiches with some home grown veggies on the side, and of course cookies made by mama her self

• you all had a nice chat, mainly mama asking about you

• cash learned how you liked to dabble in art, drawing, painting, photography, you name it you’ve probably tried it

• and just other little things like family, where your from, if you go to school or not, stuff like that

• like dam, you just keep getting better and better

• the more he learned about you, the more he liked you

• he was also thankful his mama was the one handling the conversation part, he was never great at socializing

• he also had a hard time focusing on what was being said when his eyes kept wondering to your soft lips

• fuck, he’s blushing so hard

• ever since that picnic happened, mama totally knows what’s up ;)

• she thinks it’s cute that her son FINALLY has a crush, maybe she will actually get some more grandkids!

• so every now and then she ask you to help cash with something or maybe the other way around, just so you spend more time together

• cash gets so embarrassed every time

This post is getting too long! How did I do? Any tips, tricks? Let me know!

Also what do you think about David and cash?

Whenever I’m talking about cash, I’ll probably always post it as a 0.2 chapter, like I did here

[nyctophiliq]

Hi mossy moss!! Ive been so down bad for Ashe lately so id like to ask for something for her! can be nsfw or fluffy stuff, or both, whatever your little heart desires :))

and ofc pls continue to take care of yourself! eat your meals and drink lots of water!! kisskiss🫶🏽🫶🏽

✮ —SUGAR MOMMY! ASHE ; elizabeth caledonia ashe

minors dni. afab! reader, both sfw and nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, sugar mommy! ashe, modern au, warning for any nsfw theme

moss’ notes. HI CELESTE 💗 thank you for requesting, hope this is something that fulfills your request, have a nice day kiss you too drink lots and lots of water :)

— 𝐒𝐅𝐖

ashe did whatever any successful woman would- lead a company, pocket all the money she could, make herself rich, then give back to the community that deserves it in her eyes. she had more than enough money to splurge on, all those generous men who were out to wife her and have her shares of her own company were more than willing to sign a check as high as the tallest mountains and then six extra zeros after it.

your run-in with her wasn't accidental, she had her eye on you for a while, mostly ever since you moved to the town that was not so far away from her hideout. you had something that she couldn't quite put her fingers on, she just knew she wanted to have you. conveniently, a time and place presented itself for her to ask you to be her sugar baby.

elizabeth likes to keep in touch with you, to know that you're safe and well. sometimes she'll call you at night while sprawled on her sofa with a bottle of scotch just to talk to you about all sorts of things. she'll ask about your day if you have eaten and if there's anything she can do to help you, sending money, getting bob to do your shopping- she got you covered in every aspect you could think of.

do you feel neglected? she hasn't been taking you out in such a long time? expect the most luxurious dinner date that night. she is fond of pricey restaurants, having the candles lit, expensive alcohol, and little plates that cost more than they should.

you don't have a dress for that kind of dinner date? done. shoes, bags, clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cars, money... whatever you need just ask her and she will get you as soon as. you see it, you like it, you want it, and she gets it for you.

there is no argument about if you would like to wear that costume-made necklace/bracelet with her initials on it or 'property of elizabeth caledonia ashe' carved into the gold plate, you will wear it.

whenever it was a fundraising gala for any kind of charity you were present, on ashe's side with one arm around your waist at all times, showing you off and offering you the better drinks from the top shelf.

any kind of break she has you will have ti too because she is taking you on an extraordinary trip to a surprise destination. if you don't like it she can change plans one minute to wherever you'd like to go.

— 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

elizabeth is a busy woman, holding an empire up all by herself and filling out all those papers, going to those meetings, and having to listen to everyone's needs and wants, she had very little time on her hand. but that doesn't mean, however, that she doesn't need to have her needs met and this is where you come in.

driving with her anywhere never fails to be exciting. she drives idly, her hand on your knee while she makes small talk, with each passing minute her hand lingering upwards until she has the car pulled over in the night with you in the back seat, under her.

she likes gifting lingerie- the pretties sets for her prettiest darling, every day a new and different set. whenever she can, she delivers them herself discreetly wrapped up sometimes with a little bow on the tip if it's a rather eye-catching one (but all of them are, really) and there is also a note, signed by her with her lips pressed on the paper with that dark shade of lipstick you like so much. she likes when you wear them the whole day so when she decides to drop by or you visit her in her office and asks you to sit on her lap, her hands coming to undo some of the buttons of your shirt so she can stare at your pretty chest in her present. when it's late in the day, when there are no employees dropping by her office, her hand would slip up your thighs, up under your skirt to playfully snap the panties back on your skin a few times.

ashe prefers giving rather than receiving under any cirCUMstances. she is a generous lover too, put her aching needs after yours, no matter how bad she needed release, your pleasure was first for her.

if there's a toy you like you better tell her about and if there isn't and you are up to experimenting she will show you everything and anything she knows to spice up your bedroom life.

tag list ; @darlingmisa @soffisalive @sevikasangel @pixiegirlz @gonegonethankyouuu @orang3-ish

[octuscle]

I have always wanted to try some gay bars around my area, yet I have never managed to actually go to one, I don't think I will fit in at all. Yesterday I received a flyer from a local leather bar popular with the older guys about some kind of party tonight. I'm thinking about going but can't manage the courage, is there any way you could help ?

From my own experience, the biggest problem when visiting a leather and fetish club for the first time is not your outfit. You can even come in a pink tooth fairy costume if your attitude is right. Are you unhappy with your body? No problem, if you're still bursting with self-confidence. Once you've got to the point where you're lying in a sling or fucking someone who's lying in a sling, it doesn't really matter what you look like.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you make a grand entrance. It is now 5pm. You're currently 23 years old and haven't really had much experience with rough sex. We'll change that. I'll make you five years older within the next five hours. Five years in which you have had fun every weekend in the relevant bars. Online dating? Cybersex? For you, that's for sissies. You want to feel and smell your partner's sweat during sex. And for you, shooting your semen into a tissue is a waste. It should end up in someone else's face or ass. And if you get fucked yourself, at least on your chest or in your face.

Do you notice how you change? How your self-confidence grows. How you look at the people around you in the underground. And how you yourself attract more and more glances. You are an alpha stallion. Let me adjust a few things. Three times a week to the gym. You have a career at work. You're an alpha. That gives you the money to invest in leather. These things aren't cheap. But you love the smell. Army? Rubber? Skinhead? All hot fetishes. But you need the feeling of black leather on your skin.

When you get off the underground, you grab the crotch of the hot guy opposite you with your leather gloves as a farewell. And then you head for the toilet of the underground station with your heavy boots. Totally filthy place. But with glory holes. And sure enough, there's someone waiting on the stall next to you. You haven't had sex for two days. And you gratefully get a blowjob before dinner.

In the burger restaurant you stand right at the entrance. A couple of guys think you're the bouncer. With your black bomber jacket and short-cropped hair, that's not far-fetched. What if your colleagues saw you now? No one would recognise you without your tailor-made suits. At least not at first glance.

After the burger, you go out for a beer or two. You're already wearing the full outfit. Leather jeans. Leather shirt. People gawk and drool. But you only have eyes for guys in leather. Too bad, there are none in the gay bar today. More like young party people. So it's better to move straight on to the leather bar.

On the street, at the stairs down to the bar in the basement, there are a few really hot guys smoking cigarettes. Beginners. You put a fat Dominco Presidente in your mouth. And exchange glances with the bearded leather master standing on the railing of the basement stairs. He stubs out his cigarette, takes the cigar from your mouth and grabs your chin with his other leather-gloved hand. Wouldn't you like to put something else big in your mouth?

After a few minutes, the two of you are the attraction in the dark room. This is a promising start to a horny weekend. Make the most of it!

[jokeringcutio]

Welcome back Mun! Can you please do flirting headcanons for Arthur and joker, like how they would approach a crush? Thanks!! 💜🙏🏻

Hello sweet anon! I'm working my way slowly back into the Joker mood, so this is a gift to me. I love it! Here goes:

Arthur:

He tries to catch your attention by simple and small gestures. A smile when you look his way. A sway with his head. A particular look: his eyes deliberately travelling up and down your frame, gaze intense.

He probably would walk over to you to clumsily start a conversation.

But someone else would probably get in the way and he’d lose his courage to go ahead.

When you do give him attention again, he will let you do most of the talking. But he’ll give silent signals that he likes you.

He’d probably wear a flower that squirts water on his vest to look smart – borrowed it from his Carnival costume.

He’d try cracking a joke.

Even if the joke is lost on you, he will try another. Because, you just smiled kindly at him at his first attempt, and that is all the encouragement he needs, really.

He’d be shy about inviting you to his home. But if the opportunity arose, he would.

He would hold the doors for you, allowing you entrance first. Whether at his home or at a little café you’d go to have a drink.

He’d pay for you, even though it might be the last coins he has on his person.

And no, he won’t have you pay, even if you have seen how little he has and even if you offer.  It is just not done. THIS is part of the wooing process. Him being as much as a gentleman conform the gentleman rulebook he imagines must exist. Be polite, be kind, treat you like a princess/prince.

He’d make fun little balloon animals for you.

He’d probably make you a fun balloon ring too, when he proposes chivalrously on one knee.

You mention that drink you like? Next time you’re in his house he has it.

That food? Yep, it’s there. He keeps a list of all things you say you enjoy, and tries to give it all to you.

He is a hopeless romantic. And though many of his flirting attempts seem to go awry because of his clumsiness and his self-doubt/lack of self-esteem, you always seem to enjoy the efforts. So it never feels as if he’s failing. It feels as if he is winning instead.

Joker:

He is different that his counterpart. Much different. He walks with a confident swagger and isn’t afraid to lay his claim.

He tells the same crappy jokes. Only, he laughs openly after he told them. Unlike Arthur, who seems to be measuring your reaction and giggles only shyly. Joker just guffaws out loud. And if you have to laugh because he does, then it counts as a win, right?

Want to come to his place? I mean, there is no answer like no.

He redecorated. You spot things that are brand new.

You mention something you like, it’s there the next time you visit. But not in the inconspicuous way that shy Arthur would do it. These are obvious gestures. He even makes you aware of it with wide gestures of his arms, asking you if you like it.

He pays for your food, and when you’re out shopping and you see something you like, he pays for it too. Nothing is too expensive for his sweetheart.

You’re still his princess/prince though. But instead of being your prince Charming, he’s more like your royalty’s Bodyguard. He’s always hyper-alert, always making sure possible competition can’t reach you and threats can get nowhere near to you.

You want that teddy? He’ll get you one. Did he cheat to get it? Mweh, maybe. He got it though.

He will woo you by performing little one-man shows, just for you.

He’d do the striptease dance thing, but with much more swagger than Arthur ever would (though bless you, Arthur would give it his all as well and be smashing at it).

He’d use sweettalk on you, but if he’s impatient, he’d use his mouth and his hands to get you where he wants to have you (and I mean that in a sensual way).

You want that in your future? He’ll give you that. You decide which path the both of you’ll take. He’ll be along for the journey. Because after all, no matter how much you are his, he is also yours. Hope you liked it <3 I have added a masterlist to my sticky post. It still starts with the personal note about my health, but it should be there underneath it now.

[delilah-mcmuffin]

Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

[blooming-violets]

Halloween fluff idea: Peter and wife taking his kids trick or treating! Bonus points if they visit Aunt May’s house to surprise her.

Peter, you, and the twins: Claire and Benjy.

It's the first Halloween that they're old enough to appreciate what Trick-or-Treating is. They're both so excited to dress up and go out.

Earlier that year, Peter showed them E.T for the first the time. You thought they were way too young to see that movie but he insisted that he saw it at their age so it was fine. Both kids cried and were terrified through the whole thing but, afterwards, screamed that they wanted to watch it again. It became their favorite movie.

Cue the costumes:

Peter put them together all by himself. It wasn't that hard but he really wanted them to nail the look. He's very proud of it and the kids love it.

On Halloween evening, Peter loads everyone into the car and drives over to May’s house. She doesn’t know that they’re coming, thinking that they’ll go Trick-or-Treating in their own neighborhood. 

“Hurry, go knock on the door,” Peter whispered to his two toddlers as he placed them in May’s driveway. “And, remember, what do you say when she answers?”

“Trick-or-Treat!” They both parroted back to him, their tiny voices syncing together into one. 

“Good job,” he smiled proudly at them. Peter slipped his arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. “May is going to lose it. I used to make her watch E.T. with me all the time when I was little.” 

The twins both excitedly knocked on the front door, their tiny fists banging away, while you and Peter strode up the walkway. It took May only a minute to answer. She opened the door with a smile, wearing a witch hat, and cradled a large bowl of candy in her arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw her great niece and nephew standing in front of her with giant, matching smiles. 

“Auntie May!” Benjy jumped up and down in front of her, over the moon to see his favorite person in the world. 

“No,” Claire chastised him, already taking the lead in any situation. “You supposed to say Trick-o-Treat.” 

Benjy nodded, taking the orders from his sister, “Tw’ick-O-Tw’eat!” 

May laughed and bent down to see them, “Oh my, don’t you two look wonderful. Where have my Claire Bear and Benjy Boy gone? All I see are Elliot and Gertie.” 

The twins giggled and Claire held out her arms, “It really is us, Auntie May! We’re dressed up!” 

“What?” She pretended to rub her eyes and reexamine them, giving a quiet gasp. “You’re right! It is you.” 

Benjy held up his orange plastic pumpkin, “Daddy said if we said tw’ick-o-tw’eat then you give us candy. I thinks you forgetting something, Auntie.” 

Peter rolled his eyes at you with a smile. Leave it to Benjy to have nothing but candy on the mind. May held out the bowl and let them each pick two pieces to put in their buckets. 

“What do you say?” You reminded the kids.

“Thank you!” They both shouted at the same time. Benjy was already tearing into the piece of chocolate he was given. You were certain his face would be covered with it within the next hour.  

Peter untangled himself from your side and stepped around the kids to pull May into a hug, “How you doing? Enjoy the Halloween surprise?”

She gave his side a soft smack, “You told me you were taking the kids around your neighborhood, you liar.” 

He laughed, “Sorry. That was the plan but they insisted they needed to Trick-or-Treat at your house. They want you to come with us. Wait until you see Benji’s tricycle. I stuck a basket to the front and bought an E.T. to stick in. I know you. I know you’ll want to get a million pictures of them before the sun fully sets.”

May looked down the street, taking note of the few kids already starting their night, “But who will hand out candy?” 

“Leave it on the porch. It’ll be fine. If some asshole kid steals it all then, oh well, they steal it all.” 

“Asshole!” Claire piped up from under Peter’s legs. She was too smart for her own good. She knew whenever a bad word was said and she loved to repeat it, knowing it would get reaction from the adults. 

You shot your husband an unamused look, “Language, Peter.”

May shook her head in feigned disappointed at her nephew, trying to hide her smile, and turned her attention down to Claire, “You’re daddy is in big trouble.”

She nodded back with wide eyes, “He should get a time out on the time out chair.” 

You agreed, “You know what to do.” You pointed to the top step of the porch. “Time out, Peter.” 

He gave an exasperated sigh, putting on a show for the kids, as he slumped down on the top step. His head hung low as his bottom lip pouted out. 

Claire went and sat next to him, resting her head on his arm, “It’s okay, daddy. You just gotta say sorry to mommy for saying bad words. Then you can get up again.” 

Peter looked up at you with big, round eyes, milking this for all it was worth, “I’m sorry, mommy, for saying bad words.” 

You did your best to hide the snort of laughter that desperately wanted to come out. You took a deep breath and nodded, “Thank you. You can get up now.” 

“You did it, daddy!” Claire jumped up with him. 

Peter’s attention turned to Benjy who had gone unusually quiet. He was hunched up in the corner, surrounded by a growing pile of wrappers, and stuffing as much of May’s Halloween candy into his mouth as he could. 

“Benjamin Parker!” Peter gasped. “You little sneak!” 

Benjy looked up with chocolate smearing his lips, “I didn’t do it. It was a ghost.” 

“Tell that ghost he’s going to be the next one to get a time out if he doesn’t cut it out.” Peter clapped his hands, letting it slide. It was Halloween, after all. Candy was meant to be eaten. “Alright, children! Get your pumpkins, grab Auntie May, and let’s get Trick-Or-Treating.”

“Yay!” They shouted back. 

Claire grabbed her pumpkin bucket and jumped down the stairs. She grabbed hold of your hand and started to tug you down the walkway, excited to get going. 

Benjy pushed himself up off the ground and gently took May’s hand, giving her a big, chocolatey smile, “Come on, Auntie May. I’ll share my candy wiff you because you don’t have a bag. We can be Tw’ick-O-Tw’eat buddies.” 

“You know,” she whispered to him, gladly taking his hand. “You remind me so much of your daddy when he was little. I’d love to be your buddy tonight.” 

Peter hopped down the stairs to wrap his arm back around your waist and placed a kiss to your temple, “I think we’ve got some good kids. Let’s make a date tonight to steal some of their candy after they sleep and watch a scary movie.”  

[mrscakeishere]

Innuendos Aplenty

As we are gearing up for the pending GOAD Smut War (Jan 8th!), I wanted to share a little snippet Polychrome (@polychromicron-persei-8) and I wrote from An Ode To Eclairs (Rated Explicit). The excerpt below is NSFW (or at least for my work) but rated M.

As context, Crowley is trying his hardest to get Aziraphale to engage in phone sex. It's a bumpy start:

“What are you doing right now, angel?” Crowley cooed, one hand holding his mobile phone, the other brushing along the top of his pants.

“You know what I’m doing,” Aziraphale replied curtly. “I’m talking to you.” He placed another book on the shelf.

“No, I mean…what are you doing?” Crowley used his most honeyed voice, wanting Aziraphale to play his little game. The line was silent. “Sexually,” Crowley added, hoping this would garner an actual response.

“Oh!” Aziraphale exclaimed, finally twigging the intention of the call. “Oh, I…uh…I’m…” Aziraphale looked at the hardcover book in his hand. The title was plausibly spicy if no one asked too many probing questions. “I’m reading Curious George.”

“Oh?” A sly smile grew on Crowley’s lips. His angel was finally playing along. “What’s he so…curious about?”

Aziraphale considered saying, “he likes a good banana,” but thought better of it. He needed to find a different book.

Aziraphale quickly ran his fingers across the spines of the works on the shelf in front of him. James and the Giant Peach? Aziraphale paused. Possible. Was he the peach? The Poky Little Puppy? No, think! He had to get out of the children’s section.

“Angel?”

“Uh yes! Um…no, not Curious George…er….” Aziraphale ran to the other side of the bookshop, the phone cord circling around his waist, and pulled out the first thing he saw. “I’m reading…Naked Lunch!”

Bingo!

Aziraphale had been so joyous with the adult book’s title that he had shouted it straight into Crowley’s ear, causing the demon to yelp and drop the phone.

“Crowley?”

There was a scuffling noise on the other end of the line.

“Yes…so…Naked Lunch.” The demon let out a soft moan. “That sounds very titillating.”

“Oh it is,” Aziraphale replied, scanning his memory for what happened in Naked Lunch that didn’t involve drugs and made any sense. He didn’t have much to work with. “It takes place in Morocco.”

“Ah, the desert. No wonder it had to be a naked lunch.” He put the emphasis on naked lest the angel get distracted. “I bet it got so hot they had no choice but to strip off. Do you feel hot, angel?”

“Well, actually, that’s a common misconception,” Aziraphale stated matter-of-factly. “Moroccan winters are in fact rather cold.”

“Oh…er…but they’re having lunch in summer, right?”

Aziraphale frantically flipped through the pages. This is why people have cliff notes! Where was the bit about Morocco?! A.J. wearing a walking condom-covered penis costume…that’s not it! Junkies…more junkies… He closed the book with a panicked sort of resignation. Just fake it, Aziraphale!

If you'd like to read more (including how they got to this point, where they end up, and what eclairs has got to do with any of it) visit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581016.

Also, words can not express how much I enjoy writing with Polychrome! Our writing goal often centers on giving the other author something funny to wake up to (we're in very different time zones). I think that shows throughout this whole story.

[calyxthenerd]

y no encuentro la manera de decir, que le das luz a mi vida, desde que te vi

“And now, since we’re close by, I thought we could get lunch and visit the rink where he had the competition I met you guys in?” Emilia suggested, quickly glancing at Ámbar before turning back to her girlfriend

“That sounds great!” Luna replied

“Yeah, awesome” Ámbar said, checking her phone, before looking up and saying “you guys go ahead, I have to meet up with the guy who’s organizing the tour we’re going on tomorrow, he needs me to sign something” she lies, smoothly

“Do you want me to go with you?” Simón asked, worried about leaving his wife to her own devices in a city she has never been left unattended in

“NO!” Emilia yells, before backtracking “I mean, she has been to Cancun before, she’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, see you idiots later” she kisses Simón and walks away, and the rest of them head to a nearby restaurant

Ámbar arrives after they ordered, completely focused on the conversation she’s having on the phone and sits down

“No, I specifically asked for that time”

“Well I don’t care if there’s a birthday party going on! Kick them out! We booked this three months ago!”

“Oh, so you want a lawsuit?”

“Glad we could come to an agreement” she smirks sadistically

“Yes, thank you, adiós” she hangs up, looking up at all her favorite people staring at her “sorry about that, I ran into some… issues with a client”

“It’s fine, we ordered tacos al pastor for everyone” Luna waved her off, oblivious to the plans in place for later that day, and they slipped into casual conversation as they got through lunch

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“Why am I blindfolded?” Luna asked

“Yeah, why is she blindfolded” Simón repeated

“I am not allowed to say it” Ámbar replied, guiding Luna through the building into the rink, and when the setup in there came into view, she had to cover her husband’s mouth so he didn’t give anything away, there were a bunch of (electric) candles spread around the floor, Emilia was in the middle of it, standing in skates and an almost exact replica of the costume she wore in her last competition with the sliders, and so Ámbar stopped Luna and asked Simon to help putting her skates on her, and as they did, they guided a, now in wheels, Luna down to the center of the rink, in front of Emilia, and stepped away, going to let Nina in so she could take pictures

Back with the girls, Emilia tugged the blindfold away from her girlfriend’s eyes, letting her look around, before the shorter girl looked at her and took in the outfit she was wearing, only then did she start her speech

“Luna, mi amor, mi alma, mi luz, you represent everything I fought against, but also longed for, for all my life, and when I let my walls fall down, you helped me learn it, Love, acceptance, trust, the beauty that exist in the life we are gifted, passion, you saw the hurt in my soul, and you took my hand and helped me let go of it, and now, I take your hand” she grabs one of her hands in hers, before kneeling down and popping open a small box one handed with practiced ease “and I ask you, Luna Benson-Valente” she pauses, letting out a breath “Will you marry me?”

The brunette jumped on her, making them both trip and fall down, since they were on skates, becoming a mess of limbs, as they laughed and helped each other up, Emilia slipped the ring into her, now fiancé’s, hand, before Luna paused, staring off into space, making the blonde girl grow concerned “everything alright, mi luz?” after a beat, she explained “I forgot to to say yes” making everyone laugh as they came out of their hiding places

[fishyishy]

A3! Event Translation - The Twelve Heavenly Generals of the Dawn (8/11)

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Sakyo: .....Understood. What's going on?

Itaru: Well you see.....even though customers are flocking towards the larger companies, that still means many people will be in this area.

Itaru: I think we should be able to make good use of that fact.

Sakyo: For now, let's just gather everyone else here.

Itaru: Nah, I'm sure that everyone is probably having fun going to all sorts of places, so maybe we should think about countermeasures first.

Sakyo: Your timing to start being hesitant is weird for someone who usually doesn't hesitate.

Sakyo: I'll contact you as soon as I can.

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Itaru: Sorry for making everyone gather here even though there's still time before the stage starts.

Homare: Please don't worry about it. However...... I understand. People go to the booths of the bigger companies instead, huh.

Tsumugi: It definitely would be nice if we could get people to take a look at our booth as well.

Tenma: I guess the first thing that comes to mind is to wear our character's costumes and acting as a guide to attract customers or something?

Muku: That's true. I've done something like that before.

Itaru: Yup. But instead of just being a guide to the exhibition booth, I wanted to do something more like......

Homare: Fumu, I wonder if there's a way to put this to good use? There's no one here right now, it's a shame.

Director: The demo station? It's true that nobody's at the demo station right now.

Mochinaga: Some people try out the demo version there, but it's not that many now.

Itaru: Then how about directing them to the demo station......and like giving advice on things they might not understand?

Itaru: In order to gain the interest of game lovers, it's a must to show them the gameplay.

Muku: In that case, how about taking a video of it and uploading it to your official social media accounts?

Sakyo: You have a point, the dancing video on TikTak became a hot topic.

Itaru: What do you think about this plan, Mochinaga-san?

Mochinaga: Everyone.....thank you very much. If you're all okay with it, then please do it.......!

Tenma: Nice, let's get started right away. We'll need to change into our costumes firstly.

Tsumugi: Yup, that's right.

Itaru: Director-san, wait a moment.

Director: Yes, what's up?

Itaru: Director-san, would you like to play at the demo station until we all get back?

Director: .......Eh?

Itaru: I hope it can attract at least some interest from customers. I'll be back soon after changing.

Director: I understand that part, but by myself!?

Itaru: I'll get back to you ASAP, so if you could please.

Director: (Eeeeh! H-he left......)

Director: (But to make the booth look more exciting......yeah, I'll help out so that lots and lots of people can see it......!)

Mochinaga: I'll be here too, so if you have any questions please let me know.

Director: I'll be in your care...!

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Director: Eetto, now that I have the card, the next step is to....

Visitor A: Eehh, that looks kinda interesting. Maybe I should give it a try.

Visitor B: Ooooh~, the skill effects are so cool!

Director: (Ah, I got a little too engrossed in the game and other people started coming over to play at the demo station)

Mochinaga: I guess it's true that if you see someone else playing, you're more likely to want to try it yourself.

Visitor C: Uhhhh..... where do I go to get this item.....?

???: "You should go further into the forest"

Visitor C: Eh? Eeeeeeeeh!? SUZAKU!?

Itaru: "If you're in the forest, you'll surely be able to get items different from what's available in the village"

Visitor C: Y-yes! I'll go there now!

Director: (Ah, everyone's finished changing!)

Tenma: "Ho, a lot of people are visiting"

Sakyo: "What's wrong? Are you worried about us? If that's the case, why don't you come over here"

Visitor D: Uwa, so cool.....!

Visitor E: Let's take a look at this booth.

Director: (As expected, the costumes are gorgeous, and just seeing them in character is enough to catch the attention of the audience)

Visitor F: Ah! I've seen that character on TikTak!

Visitor G: Me too! It's from that dancing video. They're a character from this game.

Visitor H: Woah, I think I'll try out the demo station.

Director: (Yeah, it feels like it'll go well. We're stealing the hearts of our customers!)

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[free-imaginations-for-you]

TOO LOW KEY FOR ME

Part 1

Kim Taehyung x female reader

Being in a relationship should be a fun and exciting time. Spending time with your significant other trying to get to know them to a point where it‘s easy to communicate and be open about your feelings without being afraid of the outcome. It gets even harder when you're in a relationship you can't name. Are we together or not. When we‘re alone we act like most couples spending every possible second together, trying to get to know each other and enjoying each others presence. But when we‘re in public we‘re distant and estranged. The fact that the guy I‘m talking about is one of the most handsome and mysterious man in town makes it even more difficult . He owns a bar to be specific the most visited and famous one in seoul.

I first met him as a costumer. My sister, cousin and I decided to go out for some drinks, after a tiring and busy workweek. The famous "Purple Bar" was the perfect place to end the stressful and nerve-wracking working day. The bar was huge and full with people having fun enjoying themselves living without a worry even when it‘s just temporary. Suddenly I noticed a handsome man behind the barrier with the most beautiful face, brown eyes that looked like they lived thousands of lifes, cheerful and sad at the same time, beautiful lips making me wonder how breathtaking they would look formed into a smile, thick black hair to round of it’s perfection. He was wearing just a simple black shirt with jeans and I never knew that simplicity could fit a man this good. I just couldn‘t take my eyes of this mysterious man with an aura that could captivate everyone, even in a room with thousand of models and celebrities. In my 23 years of living in this world I couldn’t figure out how the man of my dreams looked like, but it changed the second I laid my eyes on him. Little did I know that I also had all his attention the moment I entered the bar. I was just his type, you fascinated him and he was positive that he wanted to know you better. Normally he’s not the person to show interest when he finds someone attractive it‘s against his personal rules. Tae was cold, not talkative, secretive and even a little bit shy, never letting anybody know what he thought or felt, but with you it was something else. For the first time in a long time he wanted to show someone something of himself, even if it was just glance. All he wanted in this moment was you to know that you had his all his attention.

He caught me checking him out and looked me straight in the eyes not even thinking about breaking the eye contact. It nearly took my breath away, I felt a wave of emotions I never even knew I had inside of me. This is why I felt goosebumps all over my body, his glance felt warm yet cold, fimilar yet unknown, thrilling yet hesitant, interested yet indifferent. I just couldn‘t keep my finger on it what I felt the moment his eyes met mine. Tae wasn’t even thinking about breaking eye contact, but you couldn’t keep up with the emotions and turned your face away leaving him slightly sad. It felt strange thinking that this man I felt attracted to the second I saw, could be possibly interested in me, eventough there are so many beautiful breathtaking girls in here.

Normally Taehyung hated being a waiter and taking orders, but he wanted to be close to you and start a conversation with you, even when it comes to ordering drinks. He mostly lets his employees wait tables, that's why all his colleagues gave him funny looks when he took all his courage to approach your table. Actually it was easier to take the order between the two girls, but he made a detour to be between you and your sister, to be closer to you. „Hello girls, do you know what you like to order or do you still need some time?“ He asked in a honeyed rapsy voice giving me thousands of butterflies. Surprisingly his voice was full of self-confidence but I couldn't hear a hint of arrogance. He did his best not to look at you for too long, but he couldn't resist a fleeting glance in your direction.

I tried my best not to look, the emotions I felt were so strong it felt like my feelings of attraction and nervousness were written all over my face. It felt like he could see right through my soul with just one look. The thing I hate most is feeling vulnerable, so I gave my best to make it look like it‘s nothing. „Hey, we would like to order two Cosmopolitan and one Mojito please.“ my cousin said. „Sure two Cosmopolitan and one Mojito.“ he said taking the order and leaving to go to the barrier. Gosh I never knew that I was holding my breath for so long, I could hear my heartbeat so loud and clear, like it was about to explode. „Y/N get yourself together you don‘t even know him.“ I thought to myself wondering what my body is trying to tell me with this reaction of just being close to him.

„Did you saw this handsome waiter checking out our Y/Nie. On the way to the barrier he turned around at least twice and you said that you‘re too tired to go out, you should listen to me more often.“ my little sister said taking a sip of her Mojito while she funny wrinkled her eyebrows hitting me lightly with her elbow. „He’s totally not checking me out, I mean why would he? Could you stop looking, gosh that‘s so embarrassing.“ I begged and laughed because of her vibrant energy that lifts my mood everytime. „Yes, sure I’m going to stop looking, when he stops checking you out, but I don’t think that this is going to happen anytime soon. So I’m really sorry but nope it’s not going to happen.“ she said while quickly sticking her tongue out. „Gosh my little sister is going to be the cause of my death one day, mark my words.“ I said while lightly hitting her leg. I looked his way and I caught him lookin at me slightly smiling. Again the moment our eyes met felt like a fresh needed breeze in this hot and dry summer night.

Between all the chatting and having fun with my girls i found out that he was the owner of the „Purple Bar“. I was fascinated by him and his ability to make it all look so easy, although this success must have involved blood, sweat, nerves and endless sleepless nights in such a young age to get here were he was today. Maybe that's the reason why his eyes radiate wisdom and calmness.

It didn't take long before the "Purple Bar" became our regular place, where we went almost every weekend. The atomosphere and the way this place made you forget about any worry in this world, were a reason why you just felt welcome and comfortable. The fact that I could see Taehyung was a bonus I just couldn‘t resist. Since the night we first met, he made sure that we would see each other again the next day or next week. „This night is on me, next time you can invite me for a beer.“ He said when we asked for the bill, giving me an assuring look. „No, we don‘t feel comfortable to leave without paying we had many drinks and that‘s not fair.“ I said for the first time looking in his beautiful eyes. That was the first time he heard your voice and he was enchanted. Your voice was fragile but also sweet and confident at the same time. „Then don‘t leave.“ Tae said surprised with himself, that he spoke his thoughts loud enough for me to hear. „What did you say, I couldn‘t unterstand it.“ I answered thinking that I just misheard something. „Oh nothing.“ he said clearly embarrassed. „Damn what the hell is wrong with me. Gosh I don‘t even know her and I‘m making a fool out of myself.“ he thought that he is loosing his mind, with her this close. „You and your girls had a good time. That‘s most important for me, no money in the world can replace that. So please do me a favor and leave it like this.“ He said looking directly in my eyes with a strong voice not really leaving room for discussion. „We really had a good time, thank you for everything. I think we‘re going to take your offer and invite you for a beer the next time.“ my sister said smiling lightly. Every time we were there, he made us a place next to the barrier to keep an eye on us, so that no one could spoil our mood and we felt comfortable. He always took our order and at some point his employees knew that they shouldn't serve our table. It was his opportunity to interact with you and he wouldn‘t let that chance go to waste. Tae is a very kind, fair and chilled boss, but his employees knew he had some weak points. If they respect them, nothing can go wrong with him. The employees quickly realized he had a soft spot for you and that they shouldn’t mess with the guy who pays their rent. The way his mood always got better even if everything went wrong all day, he felt his mood lift up the moment he sees your beautiful face at the „Purple Bar“. He had a clue that his colleagues were showing their best side infront of you and he couldn‘t be happier.

Soon he asked me for my telephone number and I gladly gave it to him feeling on cloud nine. It was really hard at first to match our schedules, because at daytime I was working. His working hours began at 8 p.m. that‘s the time when the bar was filled. For a matter of fact he was working 24/7 and being self-employed wasn’t easy, he made the preparations for opening because he trusted no one as much as himself, so we had even less time to ourselves. At first I didn't care, I just wanted to be with him as much as I could and get to know him better. When we were alone it was almost perfect, but I still felt nervous around him. How couldn’t i feel this way, when everything I ever wanted in a man was flesh and blood in front of me. Taehyung was always attentive and knew exactly when to say what. Somehow he had the gift of reading me like an open book and being able to read my every wish from my eyes. The calmness and serenity he brought with him, was exactly what i had missed in my life all these years. I am a very spirited and hot-blooded person, but with him I found the inner peace that I never knew that I need. When I boiled-up with all my worries and built up emotions, his assuring words were like a chill that could calm me down. Whenever I was restless, his arms were the only place I found myself again. Nonetheless he was always a really cold and withdrawn person, he built his walls so high, it felt impossible for me to even take a glance, to know what kind of person he is, what he felt inside his mind and heart. Whenever I was in the bar, he kind of made me feel like we didn't belong together, like we weren't as far along as i thought we were. I felt disappointed, insecure and not worthy of being in a relationship with him. In public Taehyung wasn’t the man i was so fond of. Yes, every now and then he made sure that everything is alright and that I felt comfortable. He never officially asked me out, we never really never talked about it and I never brought this topic up. Sometimes he gave me glances to make sure everything was alright between us. Just to make sure that I know that he only has eyes for me. The eye contact we shared were so captivating and magical, making me forget everything around me and even the fact that he hurt me deeply with that kind of behavior. He‘s eyes told me more than thousands words.

Here we are now six months later, me being trapped in the same wheel for months with no way out in sight. The last couple of weeks my doubts and insecurities about this relationship grew so strong, that I‘m not able to ignore them anymore. I‘m overthinking every decision, conversation and moment I spent with him. Actually I‘m not really sure for how long I‘m going to keep up with this ups and downs, with his closeness just to feel empty and drained out the next day. Hell, I really like him, but i don’t think that I like him that much to put my wellbeing in the second place. In order to be in a healthy and happy relationship, you need to be in tune with your self. This so called relationship is too low key for me and I can‘t cope with this situation. I feel like I‘m not good enough for him, not worthy, not beautiful or smart enough to be introduce as his girlfriend. It‘s unbelievable how a man could break down my self-esteem with his cold behavior. I‘m so mad at myself how I gave him the power, to make me feel this way. Simply this whole thing isn‘t for me, I‘m not the person who can switch from warm compassionate, to a coldhearted human within seconds. Honestly, I don‘t even want to be like this and I‘m not going to change for worse for him.

At this point I was really pissed and disappointed, how I could bring myself in this kind of situation. The fact that Taehyung is taking really long to take a simple order of four breathtaking girls isn‘t making this situation easier for me. „Ohh our Mr. Always Grumpy who doesn‘t like to wait tables, can be a social butterfly, a new side of him I never saw coming“ I thought utterly pissed when I saw him giving them a small smile. „Woow, so the show just started, he‘s even leaning to the blonde curly hair girl, showing what‘s on the menu, is she really blind and not able to read or are they unconditionally trying to irritate the hell out of me.“ I thought while crossing my arms. They totally were checking him out and whispering, when he left the table with the orders. Is he stupid or totally delusional, not seeing the way the blonde girl was clearly trying to flirt with him, by asking him unnecessary questions, just to draw his attention. Maybe this is one of the reasons, why he doesn‘t want to make it official, to be available for other girls. He‘s attractive, young and rich, maybe the last thing he needs right now is a girlfriend. Normally I‘m not jealous, but the bad thoughts that I collected for weeks mixed with this blonde girl, are a deadly combination. God knows how hard I‘m trying to keep my cool and not explode at the moment. He looked at me as he made his way to the table with the tray of cocktails in hand. Immediately he noticed something was wrong with me as i rolled my eyes and looked away with my arms crossed. After he put the drinks down on the table, he made his way towards me with a slighly confused look. „Why are you looking at me like that? Don‘t look at me so angry.“ He says half joking. „How about you don‘t do things, that make me want to glare at you?“ I say with a strong and clearly mad voice, he never heard me talk to him like this, he never saw this side of you. Right before he was about to ask what you meant by that, he was interrupted by one of his employees, because he needed his help. He left feeling utterly confused and actually impressed. Honestly Taehyung isn‘t the type to talk much, that’s the reason he listens attentively. Being conscious of every gesture and facial expression you made. You are an open book for him, but at the same time he can‘t figure you out. Sometimes it‘s really difficult but he wouldn‘t want to change it for the world.

„I should go now, I’m not feeling very well and the last thing I want to do is spoil your mood.“ I said to my girls and waved them goodbye. I put on my warm beige fur coat and got into the the cold and windy air.

Not even two minute passed and he came out looking confused and the pissed of look couldn‘t go unnoticed by me. „First of all what the fuck do you think you are doing right now, leaving without saying a word and secondly, do you really think I let you go home alone at this time?“ he said with a stern voice.

Part 2 is out!

[soundcrusher]

Sometimes, trips aren’t over

Oh boy, it's so me to write a Spinoff before I even write an Epilog for the main story, but I got inspired when visiting a Christmas Market today.

So, yea, Spinoff before Epilog.

Either way, this takes place in both the sentient sg/Lost Light au and the normal sentient Lost Light au from @cuppajj

Or better said, it starts in the sg au, but then Rodimus and Phoenix get transported to the normal au.

Enjoy!

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“Phoenix, your holo-avatar is wearing the wrong clothes.” Said Rodimus, as he looked down at the small human looking up at him. “I know that you like ‘Back to the Future’, but you can’t wear a simple shirt and a vest at this time of the year. It will make people suspicious if you run around like that, and I doubt you want to be questioned about your choice of clothes whenever you’re trying to enjoy yourself.” 

“I… Do I really have to change though? You didn’t change either.” Said the sixteen year old boy while crossing his arms over his chest. And for a moment, Rodimus found himself wishing that he had someone else with him. But he didn’t. He told Softstreet and Fungus that he would be able to do this on his own, and Dominus wasn’t all that available either. Maybe he should have considered that Phoenix has changed quite a bit. He grew a lot bolder, that’s for sure. Or, at least, Phoenix wasn’t afraid to speak his mind now. Something Rodimus liked to see, because it meant that his brother was healing. 

“Yea, I know, but I changed it now.” Said the prime with a smirk. “So, your argument isn’t really an argument. Also, Phoenix, if you want to experience earth’s costumes, you also have to dress accordingly. Otherwise you aren’t fully participating in everything the planet and its people have to offer.” There was still a small pout on the boy's lips and a look of disagreement in his eyes. So, Rodimus chose a different approach. “But, when you look at me like that, it makes me think that you don’t actually know how to change your holo-avatar’s looks. Maybe you’re still too inexperienced to give your avatar a suited jacket, scarf, hat and maybe some gloves.” That seemed to get Phoenix’s attention, because the kid was quick to stomp with his foot and tell Rodimus that he could do it, before his holo-avatar disappeared. Only to then reappear with a smug looking kid, who was now wearing a white and blue winter jacket, a black and purple wool scarf with a matching wool hat and some fingerless gloves. 

“Tadaaa! See, I can do it!” Cheered Phoenix, as he pointed at Rodimus with a finger. “I bet you didn’t think that I could do this so fast, but I can and I did!” He said, but Rodimus only shook his head, before pointing at Phoenix’s shoes. “Nice jacket, but those shoes aren’t suited for the weather. You need a warmer pair.” And with a defeated huff, Phoenix went back to working on a winter outfit for his holo-avatar, while Rodimus gave some snarky remarks then and there. 

Overall, it took Phoenix the whole trip to earth for him to get the outfit right. And as they made their way close to earth, Rodimus could see the excitement in his brother’s optics. Something that made the prime let out a soft chuckle, before he activated the freshly installed cloaking mode of their ship and let them hover over earth. With Rodimus telling Phoenix the exact coordinates where they needed to make their holo-avatars appear. And as the youngling opened his eyes, he was greeted with beautiful warm shining lights, a crowd of people walking in between wooden stalls or hanging out at tents with weird machines and items that looked similar to things his mother made at her shop. But before Phoenix could take one step into the strange scene, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Easy there. We have enough time to explore, we don’t need to rush.” Said Rodimus, who was wearing a simple black and purple winter coat, some black leather gloves, a blue and white scarf and no hat. And as he let go of Phoenix’s shoulder, he grabbed his brother's hand and led him through the Christmas Market. Explaining certain items the youngling didn’t understand or simply watching Phoenix interact with stall owners and asking them about the things they sold. They knew more about the things they sold than Rodimus after all, and it gave his brother an opportunity to interact with humans too. 

Phoenix even got to eat some of the treats the Christmas Market had to offer. He especially liked something called pyramid cake, and Rodimus didn’t even get to taste it himself. Because, once he gave it to Phoenix and turned back from paying for the treat, his brother had already finished it. Well, at least he liked it. That’s all that matters.

After a while of walking around the Christmas Market, Rodimus decided to sit down on a bark bench and watch Phoenix play with some of the mini humans called children. It was fun to watch Phoenix chase around the children in a game of tag, or get chased by them himself. And as he watched them run around and laugh, Rodimus thought about the change his brother went through after being released from Delphi. A change that didn’t come easy for him, but still happened, and the prime was happy for it. Living with Softstreet and Fungus surely helped too. Those two have welcomed Phoenix with open arms after all, and made sure the kid would have a good life with them. 

“Is one of them yours?” Asked a weird looking guy with white hair, a light blue, maybe turkouse, winter coat and a yellow surgeon's mask, who just sat down next to Rodimus without even asking if it was okay. Granted, they are in a public space, but still. It wasn’t as if there weren’t enough park benches, why did that strangely familiar guy have to sit down next to him? 

“None of your business.” Said Rodimus, as he sat up straighter. Pushing his chest out and taking on a far more hostile body language than before. He didn’t need that guy to feel welcomed, nor did he need him to keep on looking at him with that calculating glint in his eyes. “Why don’t you go somewhere else? I bet any other place would be more interesting than here.”

“Ah, on the contrary. Right now, sitting here is the most interesting thing since coming here.” Said the stranger, as the prime felt his irritation grow even more. But before he could do something he might have regretted later, Phoenix decided to walk over and sit down right in between the two. Catching both, Rodimus and the strangers, attention as he smiled at the other guy. “Hello. I hope my brother isn’t mean to you, Rodimus has a record of starting fights, if he feels bothered by someone.” 

“Rodimus, huh?” The glint in the strangers eyes only grew brighter, as he looked from the teenager smiling at him, to the scowling man glaring at him. “No, no, we were just having a nice talk…”

“Phoenix.”

“As I said, Phoenix, we were just having a talk. Nothing else, although, does your brother really fight anyone who irritates him?” Phoenix let out a chuckle at the question, before telling the stranger of that one time he and Rodimus were out in their new home town and just minding their business, when a mech walked up and started to bother them. “And then, Roddy asked him to leave, but he didn’t. So, Roddy just punched him in the face, like, BAM! And he never bothered us again.” Said the kid, before fixing Rodimus with a stern look. “And after that, I told Roddy that hitting people isn’t right. Even if they bother you.” 

“Sounds like your brother doesn’t like new people.”

“Yea… we both don’t like new people, but I try to, at least, get to know them. Froid said that it would help me get over my fear of strangers, if I try to approach them when I feel ready to do so and on my own terms.” Said Phoenix with a smile. But before he could continue talking, Rodimus silenced him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “I doubt he wants to know about that kind of stuff Phoenix.” Muttered the prime, as he fixated the stranger with a look that said ‘leave, before I strangle you’. 

But the stranger either was stupid, or didn’t care about the glare. Maye both, but the stranger would never call himself stupid. He was, after all, the greatest genius there ever was. Only rivaled by his partner. “Oh, to be honest, I would love to hear about anything you have to say. Talking to the two of you is very interesting and beneficial to my work.” 

“I don’t know how talking to us is helping with your work, but okay.” Phoenix might have sounded a little bit confused, but he was still smiling at the stranger, before continuing talking to him. And Rodimus? Well, he just sat there and kept an eye on the two, while trying to figure out why the guy wearing a yellow surgeon’s mask was so familiar to him. Maybe if the colors were different? But what kind of colors should the guy have, to make the picture right? Rodimus didn’t know, and honestly, maybe that’s for the better.

The prime didn’t seem to have to worry all too much about the question though, because someone dressed in a red and white duffle coat came over to them. And Rodimus felt himself grow only more agitated, as the newcomer looked from their unwanted ‘friend’ to Phoenix and then to him. “Ah, Percy! Finally decided to join me?” Asked the stranger, as he got up to throw an arm around this ‘Percy’. 

“Not exactly. I only came to collect you. We are needed somewhere else and shouldn’t spend our time somewhere, where we don’t belong.” Said ‘Percy’ and Rodimus couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the black haired professor looking guy with his stupid futuristic looking monocle. These two were rubbing him the wrong way, especially after what ‘Percy’ said. Weren’t they human? Shouldn’t they belong here? These two were weird and probably dangerous. A thought that caused Rodimus’ muscles to tense, as he prepared himself for an attack.

Although, he found himself soon enough relaxing as both of the strangers said their goodbyes and left them alone. Disappearing in the crowd of people, and Rodimus took this as his cue to do the same, in case those two decided to come back. So, the prime grabbed Phoenix’s hand and did just that. 

They spend some more time at the Christmas Market. Looking at different stalls and just walking among the humans, before it was time for them to return back. And return they did after finding a place where no-one would notice two people disappearing as if they never existed. 

And as both of them were back on their small ship, Phoenix went straight to bed. Climbing the ladder to their berth, before crawling underneath his blankets and falling asleep right away, while Rodimus stayed up and made sure the right coordinates were inserted into the autopilot. However, before Rodimus could follow his brother, a sudden shake of the ship, that caused him to trip and fall down, and a bright light stopped him. And as he got up and looked out of the ship’s window, they suddenly weren’t in space anymore. 

No, they were in some kind of hangar. A hangar, Rodimus knew all too well, although this one was a lot lighter. It wasn’t as dark as the one he knew, and as he grabbed his rifle before opening the ship’s doors, he could hear yelling from outside. Loud yelling that reminded him of Brainstrom. Something that should be impossible, because Brainstorm has been dead for a very long time. Primus, he once called Brainstorm’s right shoulder his own!

So, with that in mind, Rodimus opened the ship’s doors and was not greeted with his Brainstorm, but a different one. One who had the same yellow mask and bluish colouration as the guy he and Phoenix met on earth. Although, that wasn’t the weirdest thing. 

No. The weirdest thing was the red and yellow mech looking exactly like him. And seeing him caused his body to react on its own, as he quickly rushed forward. Tackling his doppelgänger to the ground and using his rifle to keep him pinned there. Although, the ‘other Rodimus’ didn’t seem to like that, and soon enough he started to struggle against Rodimus. Which ended with the black and purple one losing his gun, and them to roll around the ground. Throwing punches and kicks in every direction, while the two tried to gain the upper hand respectively. Only stopping when a familiar voice called out for them to stop. A voice Rodimus still heard in his nightmare.

And as the prime looked up and into the optics of a different looking Lightlost, he couldn’t help but say one word. 

“Fuck.”

[clubwnderland]

⤷⋆⋆ 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏 + 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 ♡

Listen, don't even ask me what I am because I don't even know either. Jangmi ended up putting some fake blood over my face and shirt and said that I can be a serial killer... how does that even- you know what? I don't want to know. I recently went back to blonde, what do you think? Do I fit the role? Would you scream for me?~

I asked Hyunrin what she wanted to be for Halloween and she said Pennywise... should I be concerned? It's the way she embodies the character far too well that I'm afraid she might actually scare people especially when she keeps telling them she can read their minds. Children, they get to an age where they constantly surprise you... Well, off to go trick or treating now~ Would you like to come?

"Uncle Channie, Uncle Channie!!" The girl runs to the door as soon as the sound of Chris' car pulls into the driveway, the wolf in the driver's seat not getting out while the other basically runs to the door when it opens, hugging the small girl who is half ready. "Uncle Channie, look! I'm going to be Pennywise!" She smiles proudly.

Channie's eyes widen as he looks at her mother, walking out from the living room, holding the balloons in her hand. "Pennywise?" He asks while Alice simply shurgs.

"Some of the girls from school had seen photos and decided that they wanted to all dress up as some kind of killer clowns." She can sense his mind going a hundred miles per second, worried that it was something he may have let her watch while she's been at their place. "Don't worry, puppy, liking scary things seems to be all the craze with kids these days."

Concerning, yes, but at least Rinnie would now make friends with the monsters in her closet rather than needing to be sleeping with her most nights.

"Oh!" The wolf realises, grabbing the bag he had brought inside and runs to the bathroom to change. "I won't be a second!" He calls out while Alice ushers the girl back to the living room so they can continue getting ready.

Channie had given special instructions on where to go, heading around different areas and finding places that were doing trick or treats. This year, people had decorations up and signs that said trick or treaters were welcome while others left their homes undecorated to not tempt people. Channie had Alice and Rinnie visit Chan and Chris' places because he wanted to show off his costume as well as basically make them give him candy.

"Ahhh! Look at Chan's place!" He calls out, him and Rinnie about halfway through their current bowls of candy already, bouncing and sprinting away from Alice as she laughs softly.

"Hey! Don't you let go of those balloons!" She calls out as they are basically bouncing through the air, pulled by the small girl who is rather quick on her feet.

Knocking on the door, the two have basically mastered their synchronisation as the blonde wolf opens the door, "trick or treat!" They sing while Chan chuckles, grabbing the bowl of candy that he has by the door.

"Here you go," he says to Rinnie, placing a handful into her bowl while the wolf standing next to her is practically vibrating with excitement, his smile wide. "How much candy have you had to eat?" Chan asks, an eyebrow raised as he places some into the other's bowl.

"Not enough!" Channie says, Rinnie piping in and agreeing with him while Alice clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. "We still have a time to get more candy." Oh, he's basically encouraging this kid to ride the sugar high before she crashes tonight.

Chan reaches forward, grabbing the strings of the balloon and asks the girl to hold out her wrist. "Don't want to lose these, do you?" He says, tying the balloons to the bracelet she wears before patting her on the head. "Now, take care of Channie, hm?"

"Yes, Uncle Chan!" She smiles, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before they race off again, stopping for a moment to look at his decorations while Alice thanks Chan once more and hurries them along so they can head to the next house.

"Trick or treat!" Rinnie sings, holding out her little basket as Chris looks down at her, eyebrow raised before looking at the other two. As Chris grabs the small bowl of candy that he had specifically for Rinnie, the girl's brow furrows as she realises someone is missing. "Uncle Chris, where is Aunty Irene?"

"Work," he says, pouring the whole bowl into her basket, ignoring the soft whine coming from Channie.

Rinnie nods, as if she can understand the situation before she beams at Chris. A child's attention span short enough to not pay attention to the worries of an adult. "Thank you, Uncle Chris!" She says, opening up her arms to see whether he will accept a hug from her.

No, but she can get a pat on the head. "Have fun kiddo. Don't let Channie eat the candy I gave you, yeah?" She beams and hugs her basket, nodding her head before he sends her off on her way with a pouting Channie in tow.

Alice hangs back, turning to Chris before he heads inside. "You could always go and get her." The woman says with a knowing smile, "I'm sure she would rather be with you than at the club anyway." He hums, the only acknowledgment that he heard her before stepping inside and closing the door.

Back off on a candy hunt.

It's nearly reaching midnight when Jongin knocks on the door, quietly as to not disturb the sleeping child. "He's on the couch," Alice says, letting the wolf in, closing the door behind him as Jongin quietly reaches the living room and finds his boyfriend passed out on the couch, a bucket filled with candy wrappers next to him. "They were full of energy until they weren't." She chuckles while Jongin smiles, giving Channie a little shake.

"Hey puppy," he speaks softly, a soft groan escaping Channie's slightly blue lips from some hard candy he had been sucking on. "Did you still want to go to the haunted house?"

It's as if those words had magical powers.

"Wolfman!" He's up, full of energy, with his hair slightly messy. Channie is practically pulling Jongin in for a hug while the older chuckles softly at how quickly he had woken up. There were soft snores coming from him, little whines and with one question - all his sleep had evaporated, replaced by excitement. "I can't wait to go to the haunted house!" He starts to say loudly before remembering where he is and slowly lowering his voice as he beams. "Is it still open?"

"Of course, pup, I wouldn't have let us miss it," Jongin says, his tone almost offended that Channie would think that he'd not make it in time. Looking at his phone, Jongin furrows his brow. "We gotta hurry though, we don't want to wait in line for too long."

It doesn't take long for Channie to ready again, tidying himself up before he says his goodbyes to Alice, two big hugs because she has to pass one on to Rinne, and they are heading out to Jongin's car. "I tried to save you some candy..." Channie starts, hand digging into the bucket, slowing his walk down as he does and finding only one measly chocolate bar. He looks at Jongin with big eyes, that puppy dog look that the younger uses to get his way. "I'm sorry, Nini..."

Oh, Jongin knows those eyes very well. He knows exactly what game Channie is playing.

"It's okay puppy, you can have it." Jongin 'falls' into his trap, letting the younger gleefully open the wrapper and devour the final treat in his pumpkin themed bucket. "I'll have my candy later~."

It takes a moment. They are climbing into the car, Jongin having started the engine and waited for Channie to bulk up and it takes him a moment to catch onto the other's meaning before his eyes widen and cheeks turn a soft pink. Playfully hitting Jongin's arm, Channie squeals, "I'm not candy!!"

"You are to me, puppy~ sweet and delicious."

"Ahhhh," he screams, causing Jongin to laugh, "stop!!! You can't keep saying that!!"

The night is perfect. The haunted house is full of screams because even though they can hear people coming, it doens't stop Channie from jumping and screaming, holding onto Jongin for dear life. Not saying Jongin isn't scared but he's getting more frights from Channie screaming than he is from the actors of the attraction.

Haunted houses can be full of screams as well as betrayal and Jongin learns that the hard way when a ghost pops out, scaring Channie so badly that he shoves Jongin towards the actor and runs off in the opposite direction screaming. Scoffing, Jongin chases after him, calling out his name to try and find him while also planning his revenge.

Oh, he's going to get Channie good.

They go to a light show in a forest nearby, neon lights set up like exhibits and bump into Johnny and the woman he's been spending his time with. The couples only briefly acknowledge each other, nodding their heads before walking off in opposite directions. Channie loves the firefly display, the lights on strings softly bouncing in a meadow with soft insect noises playing around them. "It's like the forest is alive!" He says, eyes shining so bright that Jongin doesn't know if it's from how happy he is or the lights above them.

Maybe its both.

As the night comes to a close, Jongin leads Channie to what looks like an abandoned house near the river. The windows are all broken and it's clear that kids use it as a place to hide when not going to school.

This is where his sneaky texts throughout the light show will come to fruition. He had told Channie that he was texting Jangmi, checking in and making sure she was doing okay since he didn't know where she was after she left the club but really, he was plotting. Planning. Scheming.

The two enter the house, the faint noises of party goers sounding like its in the far off distance and Jongin uses the flashlight on his phone to help them make their way through the house. "Did you know," he starts, his voice quiet, eerie, like someone could be listening, "there was a lady who lived in this house with her husband." He hears the gasp coming from Channie, smirking because he knows the younger is wanting to hear more. "One day, she was cooking dinner for her husband when he suddenly killed her. He says he didn't. When they caught him the next day, he swears that he never did it but nobody else could have done it. They lived alone, they had no neighbours, how could anyone else have broken into the house and done it?"

"Oh my God," Channie hears something from upstairs and freezes.

"Sshh," Jongin says, hoping that the twins had kept themselves hidden enough that Channie doesn't figure it out. "They say that her spirit still haunts this house and she doesn't like when people enter her home without permission."

"Nini..." Jongin hums, "we didn't ask permission, did we?"

"Nope." A loud shriek sounds in the room directly above their heads and there's a loud bang on the floor.

Faster than anyone knew Channie could move, he's gone, screaming out the door while Jongin laughs, chasing after him while pulling his phone out to send a quick text to the witches upstairs. 'Thanks for that! That scream was so much louder than the haunted house.' Should he feel bad for scaring his boyfriend, maybe, but Channie threw him into a ghost to save himself so this is deserved, he reckons.

Finding Channie outside, doubled over, catching his breath, Jongin wraps his arms over his shoulder and smiles at his boyfriend, knowing he's going to be pissed when he finds out he had planned all of this... but that's tomorrow's issue. "Happy Halloween, puppy." He says with a chuckle and a kiss to the curly-haired wolf's head.

🧡 @moonlightchn