#put on his Thriller jacket and then dance along to Thriller

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

In hilarious christmas news my two year old nephew has amassed more dress up costume pieces based around outfits Micheal Jackson wore in his music videos.

Though his obsession with Micheal Jackson is in general hilarious because he's a little white boy, and neither of his parents were particularly interested in Micheal Jackson.

[Like our grandma has always liked Micheal Jackson's songs, but even then he wasn't her favorite artist, that was Elvis. Thriller was the only Micheal Jackson song I knew off the top of my head was specifically a Micheal Jackson song until I was like 13.]

How his obsession began is that around Halloween his parents had a playlist of Halloween themed songs queued up on their tv, and the Thriller music video happened to be on that playlist.

And my two year old nephew saw it, and he decided that that was the coolest thing he's ever seen.

So now he's seen a lot of Micheal Jackson's music videos, possibly all of them by this point I'm not sure, and owns a number of costume pieces based around the outfits worn in the music videos.

As of this christmas, including a black hair wig and fedora hat.

[thepedanticbohemian]

The Ouderkirk House sample

Here's a snippet from my now-finished second novel, a supernatural thriller called, The Ouderkirk House.

“Woman, what am I going to do with you?”

“I've seen the hasp on the shed in my visions. The padlock is missing in those visions.”

Harlowe sighs, then walks to his trunk to retrieve the bolt cutters. He has a resigned, grin and bare it expression on his face.

“If this goes south, it's me they'll come after.”

“What could go wrong?”

“Well,”

“Don't go there. We need answers, right?”

He returns with the bolt cutters like he has every right to be there. I love this about him. Once he commits, he's one-hundred percent in.

As he gets the cutters up to the lock, a child's shrill screams come from inside. He hurriedly cuts the padlock and yanks aside the hasp. He pulls the door open to reveal what I'd seen in Quantico. A dirty tool shed with a gynecology exam table in the middle and a deep freezer along the rear wall. There's a small boy, his body bleeding from the amputated left arm and mutilated genitals. His tiny form is lashed to the table with ankle and wrist manacles.

I'm too stunned to move, but Harlowe wades in to find Michael wielding the hatchet from my visions of my sister. A glittering chef's knife is tucked into his belt, blood dripping down Michael's leg.

Harlowe's gun is out, but Michael easily bats it out of his hand and away across the lawn.

All I can think of is the last time these two squared off and Michael nearly killed Harlowe. He's still recovering from that fight. Then as the child's screams fade into whimpers and after silence, Harlowe moves to wrestle the hatchet from Michael's hand.

Without much effort, Michael traps Harlowe at the other side of the shed, between the exam table and freezer.

“Michael, let's just think here,” Harlowe is murmuring, hands up in a placating gesture.

The visions I had when I touched my sister roll onto me. Not now, my mind is screaming when it hits me, this is the Knife and Hatchet Man. Michael. He murdered my sister, Noah Nixon, and dozens of others. I'm watching, frozen in place as Harlowe and Michael continue this death dance in the shed.

When I focus, I see Michael upend a gasoline can over the child's immobile body, himself, and Harlowe. The amber liquid splashes across the front of his uniform and he's still trying to reason with Michael.

Move, Ruthie.

It's Naomi's voice all around me.

You know what to do.

I'm frozen to the spot, but when Michael pulls a flare out of a nearby bin, I'm racing to the patrol car. I sling a door open, climbing in just enough to pull the on board rifle out of its mount. I run back to the shed and Michael and the boy's body are on fire. Harlowe is trapped on the wrong side of the flames.

I have no knowledge of guns and I've certainly never fired a police rifle. I don't give myself time to panic. I put the butt against my shoulder and take aim at the bulk of Michael's flaming back. A boom splits the air like a bowling ball hitting a strike. Michael seems to flinch inside the flames and moves closer to Harlowe.

“How are you still alive, motherfucker?”

I'm shrieking as I take aim again. Knowing I can't possibly be lucky enough to make a head shot, I shoot him in the neck, almost dead center of his cervical spine. A one in a million shot like Abigail's kill shot of her mother. He slumps over the boy's corpse and flames flare out of control.

“Gene,” I'm screaming for him as the rifle slips from my trembling hands into the snow.

When I've got my cell in my fingers and dialing 911, Harlowe leaps through the door of the fully consumed shed. I tackle him into the snow, rolling my body with his to extinguish his flaming uniform jacket and pants.

“I held my breath,” he tells me, winded. “I'm okay.”

Before five minutes elapse, the sound of fire trucks approaches us. But I don't care what else happens now. I saved Harlowe's life and killed Knife and Hatchet Man. Me, a silly kook of a psychic.

[hellfirehaley]

"scream for me, my little banshee" and "well one of us is going to have to change" with steve for the halloween starters? :3

Okay so I cannot write smut to save my LIFE so I tried to do a thing with it. I hope you like it

Hungry Like The Wolf

October 31st, 1985

You had just arrived at Jacob Porter’s house and you could hear the sounds of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ blasting from the outside, toilet paper hanging from the trees, jack o’lanterns lining every step up to the house. You had graduated the year prior but were curious what everyone from your graduating class of ‘84 were up to. You had made the ballsy decision to dress and decided to dress as your favorite character: Marty McFly from Back to The Future. You had on a blue flannel, a blue denim jacket and a red puffy jacket layered on top of a pair of blue jeans and your new pair of white and red Nikes. You and your friend walked in and immediately saw a crowd of people dancing in the living room, entryway and dining room and another group in the kitchen.

Almost immediately your friend yells out to someone she recognized and ran over there, leaving you to your wits. You mentally cursed her and made your way through the sea of people to the kitchen. You saw familiar faces and said quick hi’s, taking note of who was still together and who was with new partners. This year’s most popular costume was Hulk Hogan and Elvira’s but you saw a few others had the same idea you did so you felt a little less weird. You were pouring yourself a drink of the spiked punch when you felt a presence next to you.

“Well one of us is going to have to change.”

You looked to your right and saw him: King Steve Harrington wearing the exact same costume you were except Steve was wearing black sunglasses. You had known Steve in high school having had classes with him over the years and you had seen him go through phases after his dethroning and his breakup with Nancy Wheeler last year but you weren’t really friends. You had to admit he did seem a lot different from That Steve Harrington. He seemed wiser, more mature, more open to joke around. 

“Well I guess great minds think alike eh Harrington?” you retort, taking a big drink of your punch.

“I suppose you are right Y/N” Steve says smiling. He hadn’t seen you much outside of a class here and there but he knew you were one of the smartest people in class who always knew the answer, you said hi to everyone in the halls and you were super pretty. You had straightened your hair out tonight and it looked really good under the hat you were wearing. 

“So how’s life treating you post high school Your Majesty?’ you asked giggling at the end with a bow as Steve laughed along but his was with a little groan in it.

“Please don’t start with the Your Majesty shit. I’ve just got that to quiet down. I’ve just been working. I worked at the mall before the fire happened so now I work at Family Video so feel free to come see me for any and all your film needs. What about you?” he says with a smile at the end.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve just been attending classes and just trying to keep my head above water honestly. College is a whole different beast from high school.” you say honestly.

“Yeah that would explain everyone’s want to get stupidly drunk tonight and forget about it for a few hours.” Steve says, taking a drink from his own drink. The song changed to Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran and you could see the light in Steve’s brown eyes light up at the sound. The feeling of whatever clear liquor you had just drank pulsed through your veins and you could already feel your inhibitions lowering.

“Hey wanna dance with me McFly?” you say slyly, biting your lip before taking another drink, finishing the cup.

“Oh definitely L/N” Steve said, putting his down before leading the way to the less jam packed dining room. You began dancing facing each other singing along to the first verse lazily but Steve started to get closer to you, trying his hands up your arms slowly to your shoulders to your neck

In touch with the ground

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Steve leaned in real close, body close to yours as his breath inched closer to your neck

Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd

And I'm hungry like the wolf

You tried to keep your breathing under control but between his breath on your neck and his hair tickling you, it was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol you had drank. You wanted so so much more.

Straddle the line in discord and rhyme

I'm on the hunt I'm after you

You made sure to look him in the eyes and see what he was thinking, what he was feeling. You almost moaned from the dark, lustful look that replaced the playful one from a mere two minutes ago. I mean everyone had a thing for Steve Harrington and you did too. I mean look at him? But there was something about the way he was looking at you in this moment that made your knees weak and your center ache for attention. He looked like he wanted to devour you like a fucking meal.

Mouth is alive, with juices like wine

And I'm hungry like the wolf

Steve sang the last line of your neck, planting a wet possessive kiss on it at the end. You moaned a loud but it was loud in the sounds around you. You looked back at Steve  and he staring at your hungrily.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You didn’t need to be asked twice.

[simonxriley]

15-25 from the otp asks for liz and ghost? <3

MY BABIES!!!! Thank you! 💜

15: Who pays for the food the most, when they go out?

That would be Simon! Liz will pay here and there once she understands the currency in the UK.

16: Do they enjoy dancing?

YES!!! It wasn't until their wedding that they realized they both enjoyed slow dancing. They don't really go out and dance, they stay in and put some music on and dance.

17: Do they ever trade clothes?

No, but Liz will steal his clothes though. It's usually just a t-shirt so she can wear it to bed. Or one of his jackets.

18: Do they ever go swimming together?

On occasion. Liz sometimes thinks the summer weather is a bit cold for swimming, at least compared to the San Diego summers she had growing up. When they do go swimming it's always a fun time.

19: Do they ever cook together?

They used to cook together a lot until Faith came along. It was always filled with teasing, a bunch of laughter and the occasional fire alarm going off.

20: Do they give each other nicknames?

Besides Liz, Simon calls her 'love' and 'sweetheart'. Liz likes to call Simon 'my love' and 'babe'.

21: What do they like when going out for food?

Liz is always a sucker for sushi, ever since she left San Diego that's the one thing she'll always go for. That and chicken strips. Simon likes a good burger and fries and probably some fish and chips.

22: What movies do they enjoy watching most?

They both enjoy action and thriller types of movies. More so thrillers.

23: What do they do when they’re bored and together?

It depends on how bored they are. Sometimes they'll just go for a walk around Hereford and pick up something for dinner, Simon showing her some of his favorite places in town and around to Liz watching Simon do the CQB test over and over again bc she beat his score when she joined the 141. That's always entertaining for her to watch.

24: Have they dedicated songs to each other?

They haven't personally but I've dedicated songs to them which I think fits them pretty accurately.

Liz - The Woman I've Become - Jessie James Decker

Simon - Crimson Day - Avenged Sevenfold

As A Couple - Everywhere I'm Goin' - Maddie & Tae

25: How do they comfort each other when one of them is scared?

They tend to comfort each other in similar ways, like snuggles, their hand rubbing up and down the others back and telling each other everything will be okay. Sometimes if it's bad there might be some drinks involved as well.

[ak8shi]

The HQ Boys & taking you to a haunted house: Atsumu + Bokuto + Suna + Oikawa

a/n: it isn’t even close to fall yet but this idea has been sitting in my head for weeks,,, enjoy!

 warnings: none, just some swearing

Miya Atsumu

GIRL,,, he’s already secretly pissing himself on the drive to the place LMFAOO

atsumu likes to rest his hand on your thigh when he drives (he’s a bad driver omg he always goes like twenty over) and he’s like clawing you on the way there👹

but hes going to keep his cool in front of you and he covers up his nervousness by teasing you about being scared

Atsumu, shaking in his boots: aw babe do I need to carry ya through the house?☺️

you: sure.,,🙄

he isn’t even that bad until ya’ll get to the entrance of the haunted house,,, he starts sweating and talking to himself frantically lmaooo

“it’s fine tsumu, you’re fine” “don’t even worry about it”

PLEASEE as soon as you get in he’s gripping your hand so hard... there’s no circulation in your left arm 

you have the hold his arms back because he keeps almost punching the actors SMAKSJLS

He doesn’t scream super loud but he curses at all the people jumping out, you better PRAY there’s no kids around 

he moves through the house way too fast like ya’ll are running at one point and he’s just pulling you along WHY ARE YOU CHASING HIM 

BUT if he knows you’re seriously scared he would never leave you behind and he would protect you by keeping you behind him

once you get out he’s acting like he wasn’t even phased,,,

Atsumu, snapping a picture of you gripping onto his arm: “she wouldn’t survive without me” PLEASE SOMEONE humble him💀

(he cries when he sees the snapshots from inside the haunted house where he’s crouching against you and burying his face in your hoody, “baby y-you can’t share these with anyone” LALMSJDK GET-)

Bokuto Koutarou

okay, let’s be honest probably the best and most fun person to go through a haunted house with

he’s so protective of you and you’re his first priority!! He always makes sure you’re comfy and also he’s so big and you can hide behind him !!🥰

what a cutie he’s so excited to go with you, he loves fall festivities

He isn’t really nervous but he’s shaking from adrenaline before you go in (and probably from the three candy apples he devoured beforehand)

he starts humming songs before ya’ll go in to calm both his and your nerves, and he tries to dance with you in line SKHDNKDL

I’m really crying I feel like he would be wearing his varsity jacket and he wouldn’t even hesitate to drape it around your shoulders if you were chilly thriller vibes

okay once you’re in, he genuinely enjoys the scare and goes through the house like a normal person

He lets you grip onto his bicep, and hold his hand (he’s one of those people who are warm no matter what)

HE SCREAMS LOUD THOUGH prepare your eardrums🗣

the cast is even like,,, god.. my ears

After jump-scares he tries talking to the actors and they’re like ??? but honestly it makes it less scary

he would offer to give you a piggyback if you’re too scared :(

Ugh imagine burying your face in his neck and he smells so good and he’s carrying you with his strong arms through it, reassuring you that none of it is real

HE WOULD NEVER JUDGE YOU :((

He just loves the fact that he gets to spend time with you, and he loves the way you hold onto him

Once you get out, he makes sure you’re okay and that you have a smile on your face at the end

But then he sneaks up behind you and scares you as a joke at the end😭 MEAN

He keeps the pictures of the two of you from the haunted house and in the pumpkin patch in his wallet and in his MSBY locker ugh cute

Suna Rintarou

Also one of the one’s who are secretly sort of pissing themselves but won’t show it at all

pretty calm on the way there but you can tell something is off because he keeps fidgeting and asking you if you’re sure you want to go into it LMFAO

You: for the 34th time bighead,,, YES I want to go

once you get there he’s so cute :( he takes your hand in his and puts it into his sweatshirt pocket ugh

HE STARTS CRACKING JOKES and that’s when you know for sure he’s nervous 💔

Rin: babe that zombie kind of looks like you when you wake up hungover

you:... shut the fuck up and take my hand

GIRL HE’S USING YOU AS A SHIELD I CAN’T-💀

He DOES let you squeeze his hand and he thinks the way you bundle into his side is so cute :(

He literally stops moving when someone jumps out at ya’ll and you have to pull him along or else you would be stuck being attacked by the same people 

He doesn’t scream super loud or anything, but he jumps so badly lmao he moves the fastest you’ve ever seen him move besides on the volleyball court

at the part with the fog machine, you both literally get so lost because he’s blind and is convinced that he’s leading you both towards the right direction when in reality you’re walking in circles 

IF you’re the one who’s extremely scared, he’ll take you in his arms and let you cover your face with his sweatshirt

once you make it out, suna will for sure keep the pictures of the two of you in his phone case because he thinks you look so cute huddle next to him, gripping his pussy bangs

Rin, hair disheveled and shirt covered in sweat stains: it wasn’t that bad, you’ve been rougher with me

HE’S SO ANNOYING I-

Oikawa Tooru

I have no idea what he thought going through a haunted corn maze would be like, but he overdresses SO MUCH LMFAKDJDK

man is wearing dress pants and a nice cashmere sweater... tooru please

he looks good but you can’t bring yourself to tell him you’re going to be running for your lives through a farm yard full of dirt and corn

he doesn’t act nervous because he doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into lmfaoo

once you get there he’s like.... wow that is kinda dark..

the nerves start setting in and he’s like trying to ask you if YOU’RE sure if you want to go

Oikawa: baby are you sure you want to go through it? We can always just egg Wakatoshi’s house and get the same experience 🥺

you: yes, I’m sure sweetie❤️

SKSKDJD he just really isn’t ready for it, both of you are holding onto each other for dear life as you enter the maze

GIRL HE SCREAMS WHEN THE PEOPLE POP OUT AND THEY’RE ALLOWED TO TOUCH PEOPLE HE’S IN TEARS

HE INSULTS THE ACTORS WHEN THE JUMP OUT why is he being so mean omg it comes out instinctively-

you have to basically pull him up from the ground and run since the people tend to chase you 

He literally blacks out for the entire thing omg he’s losing it.. it doesn’t help that he didn’t eat dinner before

at one point you get lost in the maze and you can’t seem to find your way out, but tooru decides he’s had enough of it and drags you through the corn field(not even on the paths) and leads you both to the exit🗿

both of you look like you were wrestling out there, with twigs, leaves, and corn stalks sticking out of your clothes and hair,, sweating messes

but you go to a little photo-booth at the location and take pictures, and they turn out so cute..,,

you: maybe we should have egged ushiwaka’s house😳

him: I told you fool😤

[axwalker]

MEET MY MC

Thank you to @mskaneko​ for the edit in the moodboard. 

This is my contribution to The Royal Romance Appreciation Week hosted by @trraw​ 

Happy Week! ❤️

Day 1 MC. Meet my MC Alexis O’Brien ;)

What is her full name?

Alexis Jade O’Brien

 Who is in her immediate family?

Her estranged father is her only living relative. Her mother died of Pancreas cancer when she was 19 years old. Her Abuela of an aneurism only six months later.

What is her job? Does she like it?

She’s a Young Adult writer. Before publishing her first book, she worked as a literary translator. She’s as passionate about languages as she is about creative writing.

Who does she get along with most? Least?

Her best friends are Maxwell Beaumont and Olivia Nevrakis.

She doesn’t get along with Penelope and Madeleine.

Who is her most important relationship?

Drake James Walker. Her lover, her best friend, her secret keeper. The love of her life.

Where does she live in the world?

After TRR 2, she moves in with Drake to his cabin in the woods of Cordonia.

 Is her living environment urban, rural, or suburban?

Rural, but she often goes to the city to visit her friends or for business meetings.

How does she live? (are you neat, messy, artistic, spartan?)

Alexis’s messy and artistic. She tries not to hoard but fails miserably -- much to Drake’s dismay.

How does she decorate her living space?

She loves to go to flea markets and second-hand stores and can spend hours lost in them looking for all kinds of “cool stuff.”

What is her favorite food, movie, song, color?

Movie: She loves all the Harry Potter movies and ‘Amelie’ equally.

Song: ‘Hay Amores’ from Shakira and ‘Dis, Quand Reviendras-Tu?’ from Barbara.

Color: Burgundy

Food: Her mother enchiladas, tacos al pastor, and Drake’s famous pasta with tomato and garlic sauce.  

What is her least favorite food, movie, song, color?

Movie: Lord of the rings – no matter how many times Drake tries to convince her that it’s as good as Harry Potter.  

Song: She hates Metal Rock in general.

Color: Black. Dressing in black always takes her back to her mom’s and abuelita’s funeral.

Food: Beets.

Hobbies:

Dancing all kinds of music, especially cumbia and bachata.

Riding her bike. She’s a horrible car driver --which she formally denies, but loves to spend hours riding her bike across the countryside. 

Reading fiction. All genres, from women’s fiction to a gritty thriller or a romantic novel.

How does she dress on a daily basis?

Bohemian. Short dresses, long skirts, jeans, hippy blouses, sandals, tennis, and dozens of bracelets.  

In the winter, she wears huge fluffy sweaters and ankle boots.

What do you choose to wear when you dress up?

She wears a mini dress, a leather jacket, and black ankle boots for a date night with Drake.

Fo a ball in the palace, she just borrows something from Hana’s closet and wears heels --exceptionally.

 What is her biggest pet peeve?

People who cut lines.

The sleeveless winter jackets that Drake loves so much. Is he cold? Is he warm? It drives her crazy.

What is her favorite childhood memory?

Celebrating 'El Dia De Muertos'. Her abuelita, her mom, and she decorated the house together every year. They used to put cempasuchil flowers (Mexican marigold) everywhere, bake and cook for days and build the ofrenda for her grandfather.

What one moment from her past affects her today?

When she was 10, her father left his family in the middle of the night without a word. Not even a letter. And, of course, the deaths of her mother and Abuela. Because of her past, her worst fear is being abandoned, and she has walls protecting herself as thick as Drake’s. Their relationship took a lot of work and commitment.

What does she want more than anything?

To belong with someone. Find love and build a family. And if possible, travel around the world.

What is her ideal life?

A simple life. Live in the countryside with Drake, travel for a few years, and then raise their kids together. Write and publish her book.

She can see herself at 90 years old, growing old with Drake, still making love every night with dozens of grandkids running around their cabin in the woods.

RANDOM FACTS:

She can drink anyone under the table, including Drake.

She was arrested during a Women’s rights protest in Washington DC.

Ron Weasley is her favorite Harry Potter character.

Tagging some friends that love my girl: @burnsoslow​ @mskaneko​ @no-one-u-know​ I’d love to know everything about your MCs as well 💚

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober Thirty-One

On Halloween night, at a costume party on the edge of town, you find a Lost Boy to keep you company.

Characters: Mirio Togata x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, vampire Mirio, drinking, mentions of smoking, blood, vampirism, deception, a little bit of mindfuckery and manipulation.

Notes: This is it, folks! Day thirty-one of Kinktober is here and with it, a very special little Halloween fic. Today’s prompt was “Dressed Up,” which I sort of did but also sorta didn’t.

This one is a little bit longer than my usual Kinktober fare, (~3.4k) but hopefully it’ll be worth the ride. It’s also, in the spirit of Halloween, a little on the darker side, so please do heed the warnings and don’t be afraid to skip this one if spooky stuff isn’t your thing.

This hmmmm didn’t show up in the tags when I posted it this aft (even though I couldn’ve sworn it did :C) soooo reuploading! gotta love tumblr

Kinktober Masterlist

It’s a bright, cold, clear Halloween night, and the parties are in full swing.

You’re at the only decent bar in town. Just like every other joint within a hundred-mile radius, tonight they’re throwing a costume party. Originally, you showed up with a friend, but she’s long gone now- drifted off with some punk sporting a chintzy werewolf costume. Ears covered in plastic fur, limp tail dangling from the back of his coat.

Whatever. At least she managed to find something fun to do.

You’re dressed like an angel, in a delicate white slip with feathered wings spreading from your back. In lieu of a real halo you’re wearing a dainty silver circlet. You’re sipping punch- pumpkin punch, says the chalkboard signs pinned up all over the bar- but to you, it tastes like vodka and orange-dyed sugar.

At least you can confirm it’s alcoholic.

You don’t recognize the song that’s thrumming through the rented, oversized party speakers, but it’s sort of catchy. You’re tapping your foot to the beat- or maybe you’re just jonesing- when there’s a lull in the surge of the crowd and you see him.

He’s a complete stranger to you- a rare commodity, in your isolated little town. He seems to tower above the other patrons, standing a head taller than most of the men on the dance floor. It’s humid and sticky inside the crowded party, but he’s wearing a leather jacket with the collar popped. His hair is a shock of mussed gold, and you almost miss the glint of a dangly earring in his right lobe.

He’s got something red smeared across one corner of his mouth. Fake blood, maybe? You’d like to find out.

His eyes are dark and deep. You know they are, because he’s staring intently at you, right across the party. Like he’s spotted you through the skulls of the crowd that separates you. Your gaze is drawn by his steady eyes. It feels like he’s not even blinking when you share a look.

You glance away. But he’s still looking- you can feel the pull of his gaze like a magnet. You lift your syrupy punch to your lips as you drag your eyes to the opposite side of the room.

No dice. When you look across at him again, he’s still there. Still looking.

The crowd passes between you. And when you find that empty spot on the bar, heavy disappointment settles into your gut. That’s what you get for wanting a little excitement.

“Hey.”

The low, unfamiliar rumble of a voice directly behind you shocks the base of your spine. You whip around with the weight of your wings bobbing against their elastic shoulder straps.

He’s even taller than you realized up close. His eyes still have that dark edge to them, but he’s grinning now. That’s not an expression you might have imagined him capable of, given the solemn way he’d stared across the bar at you.

His teeth are immaculate. He seems entirely flawless. You’re pretty sure you could cut your fingers on the sharp corners of his jaw.

“Vampire,” you quip, homing in on the smudge beneath his lip. “Very original.”

It’s definitely supposed to be fake blood. The leather jacket and dangly earring might not be a dead giveaway to anybody else, but it’s working for you.

He slips one hand into the pocket of his jeans, shooting you a low chuckle and a quiet little smirk. He reaches for you- you flinch, wings giving a telltale twitch as your shoulders bob. He catches the edge of one synthetic feather between his fingers and gives it a little rub.

“Almost as original as you, angel,” he teases. You can’t bring yourself to roll your eyes.

There’s something about him that makes everything feel more sincere than usual. He’s got an easygoing, sunny disposition, but he’s intoxicating to look at. The closer you stand, the headier you feel.

You put your cup down on the bar behind you, having had more than your fair share of vodka-with-orange-Jello-crystals Halloween punch.

“So, angel,” the vampire sighs. Both hands are in his pockets now, forcing you to come to terms with the broadness of his chest. He’s built like a brick wall, but it’s all firm muscle underneath his tight t-shirt.

Your chest goes tight as he digs one palm out of his pocket, extending it to you.

“How ‘bout a dance?”

You can’t turn him down. You can’t say anything, since your voice has died somewhere in the cavity of your chest. All you can do is give a muted little nod and slide your fingers into his.

His palm is devastatingly smooth and brisk to the touch. It’s impossible to picture anything cool at all, stuck under the relentless lights of the bar and crowded among so many sweaty, polyester-clad partygoers.

When he pulls you onto the floor, his body trickles over yours like water.

He holds you so delicately, and yet pulls you so close. Lifts your hands between his palms-massive- and draws you in by the waist.

You’d dare to say he’s graceful, dancing to the uneven beat of The Time Warp and Thriller and a half-dozen other songs that are only catchy through the month of October. His leather jacket is supple and soft beneath your touch, and you’re happy to finger the sleeves, grip the lapels as you sway and swirl.

He doesn’t pull his eyes from you once. Again, you’re overcome by that strange sensation. Like he hasn’t blinked the whole time. You can’t quite bring yourself to be freaked out by it.

“So,” you gasp, breathless and sweating by the time the music dulls enough to warrant conversation. “It’s not every day you meet a guy who can dance like that. You gonna tell me where you picked up your tricks?”

He laughs. It’s a rich, full sound, but musical. Enchanting. You’re spellbound by everything about him.

He seems entirely too good to be true. You’re just waiting to find out how.

“Practice,” he gushes, slipping a hand under your chin. You’re smiling. You’re woozy. He’s drawing you in.

He kisses you, so soft and unassuming you’re surprised he didn’t ask your permission first. His lips are as cool as his hands are, fresh and soft like a smooth mountain lake.

You dive in.

You kiss him back as best you can, twining your arms around his neck and letting him drag you close. The longer he kisses you, the hazier you feel, but there’s a taste of something on his tongue that you can’t quite figure out, and you’re determined to find out what it is.

Your vampire tangles his fingers in your hair and wrenches your mouth to his. He kisses you harder, bruisingly so, sucking and biting at your lower lip and pulling away, garishly wiping the back of his palm across his mouth.

“Come home with me,” he croons. He could have asked anything of you. Your response would have been the same.

You turn a vacant, woozy stare to him with the sound of his voice swimming in your ears. Your eyelashes bat heavily. You smile.

“Okay.”

He takes you to find your jacket, thrown over a stool somewhere. You shrug out of your wings and tuck them tightly against your chest. When you do, he eyes you with a sideways little grin.

“Damn,” he teases. “I thought those were real.”

You duck out of the place with his arm slung around your shoulders like he knows you.

The cold outside does nothing to sober you, but full moon is so bright, the cars in the parking lot cast stark shadows across the gravel. So bright, the light of the stars is drowned by it.

He leads you to a shiny Harley, parked in the last spot next to the grass.

“Whoa.”

Your vampire turns, eyebrow cocked. You realize you said that out loud. You also realize that you’ve never actually been on a motorcycle before.

“That… that’s yours?” You ask dumbly. He smirks, and your stomach goes icy.

“Hop on.”

He produces a glossy black helmet from somewhere along the bike’s gunmetal chassis and passes it to you. You slip it down over your head. The thick padding pushes your circlet painfully against your forehead. You’re sure it won’t be a long ride, though.

He stoops, reaching for your throat. For an instant you flinch, but as his fingertips brush the underside of your chin, you realize what he’s doing. You flush with heat.

He buckles the strap securely beneath your chin, making sure it’s tightened properly. His flaxen lashes give a little flutter as he finds your eyes, and he gives the side of the helmet an affectionate little tap.

You swing one leg over the rear of the bike seat as he climbs on in front of you. The leather presses cold and firm between your bare thighs. You slide a hand self-consciously over your back, making sure your dress gets tucked underneath your pelvis.

All good.

“Hold on tight,” he prompts, kicking the bike off its stand and starting the engine with a noisy rumble. You fall forward against his solid back- stronger than you anticipated- and wrap your arms firmly around his waist.

Your heart beats low and warm against his back, so solid you’re sure he can hear it. He peels out of the parking lot and onto the empty highway, and you close your eyes, warm and dark in the safety of your massive helmet.

There’s something immensely thrilling about the way the wind whips past your legs and through your clothing. It occurs to you just how stupid you are, climbing onto the back of a motorcycle with a man whose name you don’t even know.

Holy shit. You don’t even know his name.

When he pulls into the parking lot of the Day ‘n Night Motel on the edge of the highway, you don’t think to ask.

“This doesn’t look like home,” you brush. You fumble to get the strap of your helmet undone and tug it straight off your head. Your halo comes with it, bouncing across the pavement and rolling to a stop at his feet.

“It’s home for now,” he replies as he stoops. He picks the silver circlet up in both hands and presents it to you like a crown. You take it, self-conscious but not quite unsettled. There’s something about him that doesn’t seem to let you get that far.

He takes you up to the second floor and unlocks a door somewhere along the middle, shouldering it inwards. You feel a strange sort of comfort as you step over the threshold. You glance behind you, like the rest of the world might have been swallowed up as soon as you followed him.

But it’s still there. It even stays when you nudge the door closed behind you.

The curtains are drawn tightly shut, but he leaves you to throw them open now, letting silvery moonlight spill through the dirty glass like mercury.

“Let me have you,” he rasps as he comes back to you. He’s shrugging out of his jacket- his arms are way bigger than you anticipated- and he’s pulling you tightly to him. “Let me have you, let me taste you, let me wreck you, angel.”

“Okay,” you gasp. The only word you seem to manage with him around.

He kisses you just like he did at the bar, tight and urgent and needy and bruising. He walks you toward the bed, laying you down in a stark, gentle contrast to the rough way he’s kissing you.

Your coat’s fallen open and he helps you out of it, letting the fabric spread beneath you like a cloak. He doesn’t waste time at all- kissing his way down the curve of your jaw and pushing his palms under the hem of your dress.

Your skin is chilled from the wind, but it warms quickly beneath his cold fingers. You part your legs and he snags the top of your panties, tugging them harshly down your thighs. He discards them quickly and comes back to you, burying his face into the apex of your thighs.

“Oh!”

His tongue is surprisingly cool as he swipes it along your slit, but he’s gentle and attentive with his mouth, and you tangle your fingers eagerly into his mussed hair. Your pinky brushes over the edge of his pointy little earring as it bobs against his neck, and you let your head fall back against the mattress so you can lose yourself in the pleasure he offers you.

He braces icy palms against your thighs- sending goosebumps racing up your legs- and keeps his head buried beneath your skirt as he eats you out furiously. His tongue swirls coolly around the nub of your clit, then flicks it deftly.

“Stop,” you gasp, toes curling tightly in the blankets. “Please, I-I’ll…” You trail off. You can’t hold out any longer. But he heeds your warning and draws back from your body, licking his lips garishly.

There’s a carnal glint in his navy gaze that sets your nerves alight as he crawls atop your body. At some point, he’s shed his clothes- you didn’t even see him strip- but he’s wearing only a pair of tight black undershorts, and his cock stands prominently against the front of them, hard and heavy across one thigh.

“Angel,” he rasps, bending over your torso. He nuzzles the crook of your neck, nosing at your pulse point as he nibbles your flesh. For the first time he seems to lose himself, blowing a deep huff over your chest and shivering hard as his hips rock forward into yours.

“Let me feel you. Let me fuck you.” He growls. Unbridled and feral.

You tug furiously at the hem of your dress.

“Take it off,” you insist. He wedges his palms beneath the flimsy fabric, tearing a new slit up the side of the skirt in his haste to get it off you. But you’re not paying attention. You’re consumed by him. Drowned by him. In this moment, he is all you’ve ever needed.

He strips out of his shorts and comes back to you bare, palming the base of his thick shaft. He settles between your thighs and draws a thumb up your slit. Your body sings. You gasp.

A dull chill settles over your body as he lines himself up.

He slides home in one easy stroke, composed all over again as you fall to pieces beneath him. As he starts to fuck you- smooth, steady, easy- he gives you nothing more than soft huffs of effort. He’s thick and stretches you well, but his body seems to flow in and out of yours like a river. His touch spreads cool relief through your gut.

“There you go, angel,” he rumbles into your ear. He braces a hand on your belly, rutting into you and letting the gentle slap of your flesh punctuate every thrust.

Beneath him, you’re a mess. The pleasure is more than you’re prepared to handle. With every push of his hips, you feel yourself falling deeper and harder. You don’t even know his name, but with him stroking your side so tenderly, it feels like you could love him.

Somewhere along the way, his rhythm shifts. He becomes wild and brutal and relentless, fucking you deep and hard. You relish in the way the bed creaks beneath you. You cling tightly to him, mewling and howling your overstimulated pleasure into the night. Your nails rake hard over his back as you hit your peak with sobs of tight ecstasy.

Your pussy clamps down hard around his cock and he fucks you through it, pushing you further and further until you come apart, a trembling mess in his arms.

With a feral roar he draws himself back from you suddenly, spilling sticky spurts of cum across your belly and over your chest.

Your eyelashes flutter open. He’s staring down at you, cupping your cheek with that same intense look from the bar. You blink, letting your brain swim back to life.

“Your fangs,” you gasp, noticing the sharp glints as they protrude from the underside of his lip. You chuckle. “You never took them off?”

You reach up, thumbing the edge of his jaw. They align seamlessly with the rest of his teeth. The fact that they didn’t pop out on their own is impressive, if a bit strange.

“They’re good,” you confess. “They look real.”

He purses his lips tightly shut and folds his body over yours. He finds the curve of your jaw and nuzzles it. Finds the bare thrum of your pulse point and tongues it. He grins. You feel the sharp point of them against your skin- strong, surprisingly so.

He snarls.

“They are.”

You’re blinded by pain before another thought can cross you. He sinks his fangs into the flesh of your neck and you scream, clinging and clawing at his back. But he’s strong, inhumanly so, and his grip is iron as he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. He’s patient, holding you fast.

There’s an ecstatic, heady sort of bliss bleeding about the edges of your suffering. You thrash and struggle, but eventually, you succumb to it. It’s sweet and distant and so, so, serene, and as he pulls his fangs from your neck and licks tenderly at the wound, it lingers.

“That’s it, angel,” he sooths. “That’s it. C’mere.”

He slides a hand under your back and lays you properly against the pillows. He smooths his palm over your forehead, tugging the sheets over your bare body. His face is doubled in your vision, but his lips and chin are stained garishly red. His fangs are even longer than before, but his dark gaze is peaceful.

“Sleep for me, angel,” he croons. He smooths your hair, and you’re too far gone not to listen.

When you come to, the room is empty. There’s a motel-issued glass sitting on the nightstand, filled with a thick liquid like raspberry compote.

It’s still dark out. The pain in your neck and shoulder is immense. You bolt upright, remembering all at once where you are. What you’ve seen.

It can’t have been. Your fingertips scrabble over your neck. The wounds are already starting to scar.

So it was.

You climb cautiously out of bed, grabbing your dress and hugging it tightly to his chest. The bathroom door is open and the lights are out, but you poke your head in anyway. He’s not there.

You tug the dress violently over your head. The fabric is split almost to your hip, but your jacket’ll cover it. With your shoes clutched tightly in your hand, you make for the door while you still can.

The filled glass stares from over your shoulder, halting your hand on the knob. You turn slowly toward it. Your limbs go cold.

You know what it is.

That doesn’t stop you from craving it.

You can smell it from here, sweet, rich, irresistible. You lick your dry lips and press your back hard against the door.

It’s not too late. You can leave. Right now. You can make it home, you can call somebody, you can get out.

You’re not going to.

In two strong steps, you cross the room. You grab the glass so quickly and so firmly that it cracks in your hand, but it does not shatter.

The blood of your vampire is just as sweet as you’d hoped. You take long, desperate gulps, draining the glass in an instant and swiping your palm across your stained mouth.

The door to the room sweeps open behind you. With the empty glass in your hand you whip around to face it, paralyzed and half-caught in desperate bliss.

“Angel,” he purrs. He smooths a hand over his hair and kicks the door shut with a hollow thud. He grins wickedly at you, setting ice and cool, firm desire into the deepest reaches of your heart.

“I’m so glad you decided to join me.”

[introvertguide]

Pulp Fiction (1994); AFI #94

The most recent movie for review was the Quentin Tarantino crime thriller comedy (probably more things) Pulp Fiction (1994). It is a very complicated story that is told out of chronological order and focuses on scenes of meaningful character interaction. This confusion meant it lost out to movies with a more straight forward time line at the Oscars, since the move was nominated for seven awards but only took home one. The single win for best screenplay was well deserved and I still believe it is one of the most creatively written films of all time. I want to go over the plot to show what I mean, but let me do my standard due diligence:

SPOILER WARNING!!! I AM ABOUT TO GIVE THE BASIC DETAILS OF ONE OF THE MOST COMPLEX STORY LINES IN MOVIE HISTORY!!! IT WILL NOT LIKELY SPOIL MUCH OF ANYTHING, BUT I AM STICKING THIS WARNING ON JUST IN CASE SOMEBODY FINDS SOMETHING!!!

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The film begins with what is pretty much a prologue but what turns out to be about the middle of the film chronologically. A couple is at a diner and they are talking about robbing banks. They only refer to each other as Pumpkin (Tim Roth) and Honey Bunny (Amanda Plummer). They discuss the best kind of places to rob and they decide that a diner would be a good change of pace. Impulsively, they pull out guns and hold up the diner and...title card with awesome spaghetti western music!

Two hitmen are talking about Europe as they go to do a job. Vincent Vega (Jon Travolta) talks about his adventures with Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) as they pull up at an Los Angeles apartment complex. The two discuss their boss Marsellus Wallace and how touchy he is about his wife. The boss has apparently sent them to get something from a bunch of guys. Jules and Vincent call on an apartment with 3 college age men and intimidate them into giving over a briefcase with something glowing inside. The case is what they came for, so the hitmen take it and kill two of the men at the apartment...

Flash to a new scene in which Vincent is going to get some drugs from his dealer (Eric Stoltz). Vincent is a heroine user despite cocaine being the popular drug. It turns out Vincent was asked by his boss to take out his wife...the one he is very protective of. He just needs to hang out with her so she is not bored and not get into trouble. To accomplish this, he shoots up some heroine and goes to meet the wife named Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman). They seem to get along and he drives her to a restaurant called Jack Rabbit Slims. The place is fantastic, all the waiters are dressed up like American movie icons and the booths are repurposed cars from the 50s (if this place actually existed, you can be sure I would search it out and go there at least once). The two bond over dinner and then volunteer for a twist dance contest.

Mia and Vincent go back to her house and Vincent goes to the restroom to talk himself out of trying to score with Mia. She is pretty cool, but not worth dying for. While he is away, Mia finds some heroine in the pocket of Vincent’s jacket and thinks it is cocaine. She snorts it and immediately starts to overdose. Vincent panics and decides to drive her to the dealer’s house. The dealer has a nurse kit that comes with a giant needle full of adrenaline which Vincent stabs her with. She wakes up and Vincent takes her back home and is glad that he will live another day...

We jump to a flashback of a young boy who is has lost his father in Vietnam. An officer is visiting that has a gift. Apparently, there is a family watch that belonged to the boys great grandfather and had been passed down through the generations. His father had it when he was captured and gave it to the officer before the father died in the POW camp. The officer escaped and found the boy to give him the watch...

A boxer named Butch (Bruce Willis) wakes up from a dream. He is the boy all grown up. He is about to throw a fight for Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames), the same boss that everyone is afraid of. Butch does not throw the fight and accidently kills the other boxer. It turns out that he bet on himself and now he needs to get out of town before Marsellus Wallace catches him. He goes to a hotel where his rather dumb girlfriend is waiting for him. They go to bed and then are about to leave the next morning when it turns out that she forgot his watch. Butch freaks out and goes back to their old apartment to get the watch (note the very long take following Bruce Willis as he takes a back way to get to the apartment). Vincent is there waiting for him, but Vincent is in the bathroom and Butch is able to get a gun and kill Vincent as he is coming out of the bathroom. Things seem good so Butch drives off...

As Butch drives home, he sees Marsellus crossing the street in front of him so Butch hits the gas and runs down the boss but also hits an oncoming car. Both men are injured but Marsellus gains his senses and chases Butch into a shop where both are captured by a weird redneck with a shotgun. Butch and Marsellus are tied up in the basement of the shop and a man named Zed shows up. The shop owner has a gimp in a box (all leathered up and everything) and other fetish things downstairs. After a quick game to pick who goes first, they take Marcellus into another room to rape him. Butch manages to escape and is running away...but he decides can’t leave somebody to be assaulted like that. He grabs a weapon from the shop and kills the shop owner and frees Marsellus from Zed. Marsellus is not happy and says he will go “medieval” on Zed and allows Butch to leave town. Butch collects his girlfriend and leaves immediately...

Flash back in time (we know this because Vincent is alive) to right after Vincent and Jules shoot the guys with the case. Another guy in the other room jumps out and unloads six rounds at the two and misses every shot. The hitman kill that man, but Jules is shaken and decides to give up the business. They take a fourth gut with them in the car to go back to see Marsellus. On the drive over, Vincent accidently shoots the passenger while going over a pothole. The inside of the car is absolutely covered in blood and brains, so the two have to find a safe house. They go to the home of Jimmie (Quentin Tarantino) who will help them but says they have to get out in a couple of hours before his wife gets home. They call Marsellus, who sends over a cleaner named Wolf (Harvey Keitel). They are able to get everything cleaned up in time and leave with the car and the body. Jules and Vincent have to change out of their bloody clothes and decide to take a cab out to a diner for some food before seeing Wallace.

The two are at a familiar looking diner discussing whether their survival was a miracle and whether Jules should quit. Vincent goes off to the bathroom and, while he is gone, Pumpkin and Honey Bunny from the beginning declare it a robbery and it is evident that we have circled in time back around to the beginning. The couple hold up the diner, but, when they get to Jules, he takes Pumpkin hostage and devises a plan for everybody to leave. Jules allows the couple to leave alive with all the wallets, then the two hitmen follow quickly behind them before any police can show up.

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I put a spoiler warning at the top, but there is so much to this film that there is no way you could spoil everything. I find new things to enjoy about this movie each time that I watch it and the watch count has to be at least two dozen times at this point. This film is so rich with allusion and homage to movies of the past that you might never see everything. Tarantino is truly a lover of old films and he worked every reference he could into this film. This is truly like candy for a cinephile. 

I have, however, had a love hate relationship with this movie: I love this movie and I hate it when people tell me it is too violent. There was a lot of negative response to the films toxic masculinity, romancing crime culture, incredible amount of swearing, drug use, extreme gun violence, and very adult themes. There is a very famous interview between Quentin Tarantino and Jan Wahl in which she accuses him of using excessive violence and he tells her it is because it is a lot of fun to watch. His stylistically gory violence stems from exploitation films of the past and there is an established audience that enjoys it. He makes his movies for himself and this group of people.

Kind of like the comedy of Eddie Murphy, Richard Pryor, and George Carlin, you have to wade through a sea of swearing to find the comedic banter. The things that Jules and Vincent say to each other are some of the funniest stuff I have ever heard, but you really have to pay attention. Their attempts to express their feelings while maintaining their hard exterior persona is ridiculous. This is probably why many people enjoy the scenes with Vincent and Mia: there is a lot more courtesy which reduces the tirade of cursing.

The violence is very very over the top, but it is no where near the level of gore that Tarantino has become known for over the years. I must admit that he likes his torture scenes and this film is no exception. I would like to note how clever the torture scene with Butch and Marsellus is because they are both tied up and facing camera so only the audience can see the mischief that is being prepared behind them. 

The soundtrack for the film is well worth mentioning as it also pays homage to 50s, 60s, and 70s exploitations films. There is a lot of silence in the film with sudden bursts of fast paced music that help with transitions. Most famous is the intro music after diner prologue, a surf rock classic by Dick Dale and The Del Tones called Misirlou. It is pure speed guitar riff along the lines of Wipeout and transitions the scene perfectly. Take a listen for yourself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIU0RMV_II8

Maybe the biggest thing about this film and Tarantino in general is the inspiration of the slick gangster dialogue. There had been a push for more melodramatic dialogue or the complete absence of much talking. Tarantino added in this slick, fast moving comedic dialogue that is said over extreme violence and adult situations. Marsellus Wallace talks about having some crack heads torture a man to death immediately after being raped in a basement. The hitmen talk about appropriate manners while cleaning out brains from the back of a car. Jules talks about the meaning of the bible during a robbery. Everything seems out of place in the real world but perfectly acceptable in Tarantino’s world. This is probably why I have no problem with the violence in the film.

So should this film be on the AFI top 100? Absolutely. It is an homage to film history while simultaneously introducing a sub genre that mixes current dialogue and exploitation touches to grindhouse action. It is fascinating and fun. Would I recommend this movie? If you are old enough. I can’t emphasize enough how fun I find this film, but I cannot deny that it is filled with adult situations like drug usage followed by driving, secret dungeon rape, and cold blooded murder with no consequences. If you can differentiate between Tarantino’s world and the real world, then this is great. If you can’t, then maybe try something else with slick dialogue like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant Halloween Party Imagines

Caleb

He will pick a conventional costume, nothing too flashy. A doctor costume, complete with blue scrubs, a white overcoat, and a stethoscope, practically screams Caleb Danvers.

But will agree to do a couple’s costume with you. Just let him know what you have planned and he’ll make sure to get it ready by the big party.

Caleb picks you up in his cool Mustang to take you to the party and gives you a simple flower bouquet. He gives you gifts all the time but you still become giddy whenever you get one.

Once you’re settled in the car, he leans over the center console to give you a tender kiss, his fingers caressing your cheek. You hold hands the entire drive over.

At the party you plan to hit up the snacks and drinks first, but, being the popular boy that he is, Caleb is stopped every couple of steps by someone that wants to talk to him.

He looks at you with apologetic eyes with every new stop and you lean into him reassuringly each time. Sometimes you wished he was a little more anonymous around, but you tried not let it bother you—you knew what you were getting into when you guys got involved.

Finally, the food is within reach and Caleb makes sure to pile your plate high with what you tell him to grab. It’s chips, dips, cucumber chunks, and fruit pieces galore.

Some chairs open up and Caleb and you book it over there before anyone else can snag them.

You two take your time snacking, commenting on what other party goers are doing around you.

“Wow! Look at that make-up job! It’s gorgeous,” you gush while looking at someone with silver stars painted on their face. “Not as gorgeous as you,” Caleb assures. You shove some cucumber in his mouth to shut him up before he can make you more flustered.  

After the plates of snacks are finished, you walk around looking for the next thing to do.

You pull Caleb to a stop when you see a game of Jenga in process in the corner. Caleb and you exchange a look and immediately go over to wait for the start of a new game.

When it’s your turn, you pull the block out with the utmost concentration, your tongue sticking out and your brow furrowed. Caleb goes next and when he also pulls a block out successfully, you cheer your loudest to show support for your boyfriend.

The rounds continue and the tower slims down block by block. On Caleb’s last turn he chooses a risky piece, saying, “Go big or go home.” The tower immediately rumbles and his hand is surround by fallen blocks.

Onlookers give him crap for it, but he takes it like a good sport. You hook your chin over his shoulder and while stroking his shoulders whisper in his ear, “Guess it’s time for us to go home then.”

Pogue

He’s comfortable showing skin, but he also isn’t the type to spend money on a costume. He will try to pull something together from what he already has at home. Grabs jeans and leather chaps to pair with a cowboy hat and calls it good—no shirt or jacket needed.

Much like Bon Jovi, Pogue rides a steal horse and will pick you up on his sweet Ducati bike, so hope that you are wearing something that will be comfortable to ride in for your own sake.

How is it possible for him to feel hot to the touch when it was an October night in Massachusetts and he wasn’t wearing anything up top?

When you arrive, Pogue parks the bike and helps you off. Wrapping his bare, heavy arm around your shoulder, you head inside together.

He takes the lead and acts as a shield between you and the rest of the crowd. He keeps his arm around you. Everyone at the Academy knows you two are an item but Pogue knows how some of the other classmates are, so this way he can keep any creeps from bothering you.

Pogue complains when he finds out the only thing there to eat s candy corn. Not a fan. But he will go to get the drinks after you’re situated with a seat. Before he leaves, he takes off the cowboy hat and places it on your head. It doesn’t match your costume at all, but you learned early on that he loves seeing you wear his stuff, so you’re not phased at all.

He’s gone for a while, so you figure he must have run into someone he knows. Suddenly, someone else joins you at your table. You feel a little awkward since you don’t know this guy, but he doesn’t seem drunk or rowdy, so you allow it.

That may have been a mistake because even though he doesn’t try engaging you in conversation, he keeps staring at you. Blatant looks that he doesn’t bother hiding. It is terribly uncomfortable.

Pogue must have read you mind because he returns to you just as you were starting to squirm. He immediately notices the unwanted guest and sizes him up. “Hey babe, everything cool?”

He doesn’t even have to speak to the other guy to confront him—Pogue’s stare is enough to scare anyone.

You sigh in relief as Pogue now takes the empty seat. “Thanks,” you say, leaning into his bare chest. “Any time,” he responds with a kiss to your temple.

The two of you drink and talk at the table. Both of you stick to beer knowing that the hard stuff would be a bad idea given that you have to leave on a motorcycle.

At one point someone tries to drag Pogue to join the costume contest that was taking place. They swear that his cowboy look is a shoe-in to win (and a clear thirst trap, you think to yourself) but he wants to part of it. For a guy confident in his looks, he isn’t interested in parading himself around.

Later on, you hear one of your favorite songs start to play over the speakers and start dancing from the comfort of your chair. Pogue smirks over at you. “If you wanna come dance on my lap, I won’t say no.” Your face burns in embarrassment. But you do end up in his lap by the end of the night.

Reid

Will definitely do a bros couple costume with Tyler. Is there a more perfect choice than doing Ghostface from Scream? It’s scary, simple, and there were two killers canonically in the original!

You plan to meet him at the party and when you get there he makes you guess which Ghostface is him. Gives himself away because he asks you in person, immediately revealing his voice, and the fact that he’s the one on the left.

Reid is one of those people that look ridiculous when trying to be cool and suave, but pull it off flawlessly when they aren’t.

When you giggle behind your hand at his goof up he removes his mask. He scratches his neck and rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t that funny, princx.”

To put him at ease you go over and squeeze his hand. He accepts your nonverbal apology and squeezes back.

Leading you deeper into the house his first course of action is to get you something to sip on. He’ll let you choose whatever, but if you can’t decide, he’ll mix something yummy for you.

The alcohol loosens you up and you drag him out to the dance floor because you want to dance with your man. Reid will indulge you for a song or two before pulling away. Dancing isn’t really his thing.

He has no problem letting you do your thing while he does his. He stays close though, in case you need back-up dealing with a pushy party goer.

The second someone tries getting touchy with you, to the point that you have to shove them away from you, that person suddenly start vomiting all over themselves. Before you can question what just happened, Reid is there to whisk you to the corner where he’s in the middle of a game of darts.

You act as his personal cheerleader and go crazy every time he throws.

Even though he’s paying more attention to you, and frequently sneaks in kisses that leave you breathless, he manages to smoke the other players. They all grumble but hand over $20 each before starting another round.

“Reid, that’s way too much money, especially for a party game! Give the money back,” you insist. “Sorry, Y/N, but a bet’s a bet.” You raise your eyebrow stiffly and he gives in, complaining the whole time.

As a reward for his good behavior, you curl your finger at him and drag him to an empty room where you two spend the rest of the party, lips locked and bodies pressed tightly together.

Reid is in nirvana and contemplates other ways to get rewarded like this.

Tyler

Does a bros couple costume with Reid. Quickly persuaded by Reid to go along with the Ghostface idea.

Unless, of course, you have your heart set on doing a couples costume with him. Because then he dismisses Reid’s idea and is behind you 100%.

Tyler arrives and you rush to open the door, eager to show off your part of the costume in person. He melts when you spin around your porch so he can fully appreciate the look. You take a few cute photos of you guys together and then head to the Hummer.

You are not surprised to see Reid in the car too, but it is surprising that he isn’t at the wheel. Tyler gives you a jokingly wounded face. “Come on, Y/N, I can be tough with him when I need to.”

The Hummer pulls up to the party and Tyler opens the door, holding out his hand to help you out of the car. Tyler shoos Reid away so you two can enjoy your date night.

He’s actually the one that asks you to dance. You’re really thankful that he knows you so well—you love to dance but you’re fairly shy and too self-conscious to take the initiative.

You two don’t take yourselves seriously at all which makes dancing even more fun. You do a sock-hop shimmy type of move and Tyler does his best attempt at moonwalking. When Thriller comes on you both lose your minds. Neither of you really know the choreography, but you try you try your best to recreate the moves.

The song ends and you hug, laughing the whole time. There’s no way the moves you pulled out for Thriller can be topped so you exit the dance space.

Tyler and you wander around for a bit, stopping to chat whenever you come across someone you know.

Eventually, you find yourselves outside on the back porch. The energy from inside dies down with the quiet outdoors which inspires a walk through the backyard. It’s the perfect fall night: a luminous full moon, the crunch of fallen leaves, and a chill in the air.

Speaking of chill, your costume is thin enough that you get cold within ten minutes. Tyler notices and plops down at the base of a tree. He pats his lap and you sit in between his legs, your back against his chest.

He rubs his hands up and down your arms and you swear that you start to feel heat spread from his hands to your body. It’s weird, almost like magic.

“You look so good tonight,” he says quietly, “You really do. Thanks for coming with me.”

Tyler always makes your heart race when he starts talking like this. You give him a gentle peck on the lips that turns into something more passionate. But you’re still at a party and before things can escalate too far, you pull away. The two of you were content to sit under the tree, whispering and lost in your own little world.  

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Designated Driver (Randy Orton X Reader) One-Shot

Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: When the Lady Thriller Randy Orton truly falls for the WWE's newest trainer, he has to get creative and just a little conniving in order to gain her affections.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Drinking and that's about it

This is a gift to one of my besties--@shieldgirl18​​. Just because. Hope you enjoy this! :-)

Designated Driver

Randy Orton watched as the woman he was head over heels for, danced and partied the New Year's Eve night away with their fellow WWE co-workers. She was the newest trainer to be hired by the company, and like all new-comer females that came along, Randy had tried long and hard to get her into his bed. But she'd refused him.

Again and again.

She wouldn't even go out with him on a legitimate date, for crying out loud. By the time Randy realized he cared enough about her to actually take her on a real date, he knew he was monumentally screwed.

I'm in love, he realized.

He no longer cared about just having a beautiful woman on his arm, or how good she was in the sack. He no longer wanted a woman who was all looks and no brains. He loved Y/N's mind. The fact that she was beautiful only made him appreciate her intelligence even more.

But now... Now he had to watch as she danced with other men. Laughed at their jokes. Smiled shyly up at them.

I blew it, he thought.

Wait.

Unless...

He came up with a plan that was risky. It preyed on her need to see to the care of others. It could win her over, or it could make him lose her for sure.

But he'd never know till he tried...

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The party was winding down, so you began getting your jacket and purse together while taking a mental role call of everyone who left the club to get to the hotel. It was a sort of habit you had to make sure everyone was taken care of. You had some sort of mother hen complex.

Oh well, there's worse complexes to have, you thought as you watched the last couple leave the building. But something didn't feel right. Someone was missing. Mentally you went over everyone you'd seen leave and with some quick calculations realized that one Randy Orton was missing.

Inwardly, you groaned. Why him, you thought. Why me, you thought further. You began looking around the club seeing if you could spot him somewhere but to no avail. You even opened the door to the men's room and called his name out.

Nothing.

Where is he?

You pulled out your phone and stepped outside, calling Randy.

His phone rang and rang with no answer. I swear Randy Orton, when I get my hands on you...

Next, you called Cesaro—you'd seen he and Randy hanging out some lately.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Y/N. Did you see Randy tonight? You know how I am. I have to know everyone is accounted for and safe. It's my cross to bear I suppose. So did you see him?"

"I did early on, but toward the end of the party he sort of disappeared. Do you want me to come back and help you look for him?"

You sighed and rubbed your temple lightly. "No, there's no need for that. You need to get some rest for tomorrow's show. I'll find him. He has to be here somewhere because his rental is still here," you said, noticing the large SUV parked on the lot.

At that moment, you heard the scuffle of shoes on pavement, and turned to find Randy headed toward you, his gait unsteady.

"Ugh," you groaned aloud. "Here he comes and he looks drunk as hell. I'll talk to you later, Cesaro. Thanks for your help." With that, you ended the call and turned to face Randy.

"Y/N... I need a ride..." Randy whined, and then stumbled over literally nothing. "Got too drunk..."

You rolled your eyes and groaned again. "Oh, Lord. I was worried about you, you big jackass. And all this time you were just getting plastered?" You hurried over to him and draped one of his arms around your shoulders. "Come on. I'll get you to your hotel room."

You begrudgingly led him over to your rental and unlocked it before opening the passenger's side door and ushering Randy inside. However, he had trouble bending down without falling over.

"Oh, for crying out loud..." You put on your hand on his head and nudged him downward gently and slowly so he wouldn't bump his head. Once he was seated, you made sure he had no appendages hanging out the door before slamming it shut. Then you were hurrying around to the driver's side and getting in the car.

"Buckle your seat belt, Randy. Can you manage that," you asked, reaching for your own safety belt.

He fumbled with the belt till he had it pulled out enough to buckle, and then made a sad attempt at inserting the male end into the female end. He tried twice more, but couldn't manage even such a simple feat.

"Seriously?" You leaned over and fastened the belt for him. "To be so big and tough, you sure are helpless as a drunk."

He let out a hiccup of a laugh and leaned his head back against the headrest.

"I swear if you barf in here, Randy, you'll be the one to clean it up," you said as you started the car.

Seconds later, you were headed for the freeway that led to the hotel.

The drive was uneventful. Randy remained laid back and slept the whole way. Every now and then a snore would pass his lips and you couldn't help but chuckle. "If only your female fan base could see you now, Mr. Orton."

You finally reached the parking garage of the hotel and parked in a space.

Now came the hard part.

Getting Randy awake, and alert enough to help you lead him to his room.

"Randy? Wake up." It took you a couple of tries at nudging him awake, but he finally became somewhat responsive. "Come on. It's time to get you to your room, okay?"

A few minutes later, you had him out of the car and heading for the elevators with you.

Very slowly.

"Lord help me if you fall over," you thought out loud. "I'll never be able to get you back on your feet."

"Are we there yet," Randy slurred. "'m tired..."

"A little further," you told him as you entered the elevator. "What floor is your room on?"

"Uh..."

"Please, tell me you remember your room number. You at least have your key, right?"

"Uh..."

"Randy Orton, I'm going to kill you where you stand," you said, leaning against the wall of the elevator.

You had two options. Take Randy all the way to the front desk to find his room number and get a spare key. Or you could take him strait up to your room and let him crash on the couch.

You chose the latter.

"Come on. You can crash on my couch," you told him, punching the button to your floor. "We'll get your key situation sorted out in the morning."

"Thanks," he slurred out, and giving you an awkward one armed hug. You stiffened. Randy Orton was not a hugger, so apparently alcohol lowered his inhibitions a tad.

Several long, and grueling minutes of halfway hauling Randy down your hallway later, you were in your room and turning on lights as you went. You heard the door close and lock, but thought nothing of it. Randy was just securing the room for the night.

But, wait. He was not able to buckle his seat belt earlier. How did he manage locking a door? How did he even know to lock a door when he was in the shape he was in?

You turned to face him and saw a hint of that cocky smirk he wore more than half the time.

"Randy?"

"Yeah?"

You looked into his eyes. They weren't bloodshot and the pupils weren't dilated or anything. He looked clear-headed now.

You backed up a step. "You- You're not drunk, are you?"

"Don't panic," Randy said softly, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture. I just wanted to talk to you."

"About?" You asked, trying hard to do as he said and not panic. What does he want, you wondered.

"I want to know why you'll never be alone with me, until tonight, that is. Why you won't let me take you on a date." He looked at the sofa. "Could we sit down while we discuss this?"

You slowly made your way to the sofa and sat down as he did the same. He sat on the opposite end from you, giving you a little space. For which you were very grateful, because you were still too uneasy to sit right beside him.

You swallowed hard and prepared your answer to his question. "Well, Randy... I guess it's because I know you only want to go to bed with me. After that, you'd be done with me. And I'm just not that kind of woman. I am looking for commitment, not a one night stand."

Randy nodded, avoided your eyes. "I know. I used to be a one night stand kinda guy. But..."

"When did that stop," you asked.

"When I met a certain trainer," he said with a soft smile. He finally looked into your eyes. "It hit me one day that I wanted more than some brainless but beautiful bimbo on my arm. I want someone with some substance and intelligence."

"Randy... I don't know what to say," you replied, feeling flustered It was your turn to avoid his gaze. "So... you faked the whole being drunk thing just to get me alone?"

"To talk, yes," Randy said. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how else to get you alone. You always want to help and care for someone, so I used that. Again I apologize. I actually do have my room's key card. So I can leave whenever you want me to."

That got your attention. You'd never seen Randy apologize for anything. Ever. And he was being very accommodating to your feelings and wishes.

"Thank you," you said, feeling a bit awkward. "So, you want to take me on a date? That's it?"

His lips quirked up a bit at the corners. "I want to take you on a lot of dates."

"And is sex involved in these dates," you asked sardonically.

"Only if, and when you are ready for it," he answered.

He seemed deadly serious when he answered you. He seemed different to you. And for that reason, you were willing to give him a chance.

"Alright, Randy. We can date," you said with a smile. "Just please remember you said sex could come when I'm ready."

"I'm willing to wait as long as it takes," Randy said. "Now, may I kiss you?"

You giggled in spite of yourself. He clearly was making an effort to be a gentleman and it was adorable. "Yes."

He took his time in sliding closer to you, lifting his hand to your face and brushing his fingers down your cheek. His gaze met yours briefly and then scanned your face, memorizing it. "So beautiful," he uttered. Then his hand went to the back of your head and pulled your face closer to his. Then he closed the gap between the two of you and captured your mouth with his. His lips were soft and warm against yours. You whimpered and then gasped to which he ran his tongue along your lower lip, asking permission. In reply, you slid your tongue past his lips and ran it over his.

And then the battle of the kiss was on.

He cradled your face in both his large hands and kissed you deeply, running his tongue along the roof of your mouth, your teeth, and finally over your own tongue. The passion between the two of you was combustible. And if not for the ringing of your phone, there's no telling how much hotter it would have become.

Groaning, and signaling to Randy to stay quiet, you answered the call.

It was only Cesaro calling to check in and see if you'd found Randy. A couple minutes later, you hung up and smiled softly at Randy to soften your next words. "I really want you to stay, so you'd probably better go."

Randy smiled in return, "Okay. But just so we're clear... We are dating, correct?"

You nodded. "Yes, Randy. We're dating."

"Okay." He stood to his feet and went over to your door with you following close behind.

"Good night, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow? We can work out when to have our first date."

You nodded again, "Sounds good. Good night Randy."

"Be sure and lock the door behind me," he told you, reaching down and giving you another soft kiss to the mouth.

"So bossy," you teased. Though secretly you loved that he was being protective.

With that, he walked out your door with one last smile over his shoulder.

You quickly locked up and got ready for bed, a dreamy smile on your face.

You couldn't wait for that first date.

The End

[mostly-marvel-musings]

A Mere Mortal - Chapter Four

A/N: This story is based on the prompt : Vampires cannot enter a house without your permission, but what if your landlord’s a vampire? It’s his house, he’s just letting you live there. Part of the Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy hosted by the amazing @just-the-hiddles​ . Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader

Word count: 2298

Warnings: 18+ stuff. Kissing and make out scenes. Foul language.

Tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore​ @ladyacrasia​ @tcc-gizmachine​ @alexakeyloveloki​

Taglists open! Send me an ask if you wish to be tagged in future chapters.

...

It had been a while since you woke up before the alarm went off. Given the fact that you were up late writing and editing some initial drafts, this morning you felt surprisingly fresh.

Might as well go for a run.

Pulling out your trainers, a blue fleece jacket and a beanie that you found in your luggage you stepped out.

The weather was nippy, perfect for a jog through the little forest trail. Plugging your headphones you put on a ‘workout mix’ and started a slow jog following a narrow path that winded through the woods.

When the cabin came into view you leaned against a tree to catch your breath. Huffing, you pulled the earplugs out and looked around.

Faint whimpering sounds reached your ears from behind another tree to your right. You stepped around and a scared looking pup, not older than three weeks came into view. He was visibly shivering in the cold and you couldn’t help but pick him up.

“Where’s your mama little one?” you murmured looking around for any signs of an adult dog, but found none. “You hungry?” already walking inside with him tucked in your arms.  

Thankfully you had leftover steamed veggies in your fridge from last night which would have to suffice for now.

You mashed the carrots and broccoli and offered it to the puppy along with some water which he accepted with grateful wags of his tiny tail.

Letting him out in the harsh weather would be cruel, might as well find a box and some sheets to keep him warm.

The aroma of freshly made coffee still lingered in the air, after you took a quick shower and breakfast when your phone rang. It was a Face Time video from Sam.

“Sammie! How are you?”

“You seem awfully chipper (Y/N). I’m good. How’re things in creepy town?”

You rolled your eyes but laughed, you had missed him.

“For one stop calling it creepy town. Second, things couldn’t be better. I went for a run in the woods earlier today and came home with a puppy!”

“You did what?”

“Yeah well he looked so fragile and cold, I couldn’t leave him out there. Plus look how cute he is!” You said flipping the camera around so that Sam could see the pup who was now curled up into a ball on the rug, sleeping peacefully.

“Cute. Hey did you meet your landlord Mr. Bones was it?”

“It’s Barnes Sam, yes we met. Bucky is such a nice guy. Ah. A perfect gentleman. Like you wouldn’t believe.” you gushed excitedly. You recalled the meeting and he listened patiently, sneaking in a few teasing remarks in between. 

“I smell a crush (Y/N/N)”

“Oh stop, I’ve only met him twice, we had drinks the other day. Nothing happened” you spoke with a tad bit of disappointment. Something almost happened.

“So what? You can make a move. Guys dig that.” Sam insisted.

“I moved here to write my novel Sam. I can’t just randomly hook up with my landlord.”

You can do both, pun intended. Your horny alter ego spoke up.

You cut the call after filling him in on most of the details. You didn’t mention that weird sex dream with Loki, in fact didn’t mention the man at all. You hadn’t figured what to make of it, it was completely out of the blue.

Something you didn’t want to dwell on too much.

...

Mid-morning was spent trying get the pup to not pee next to the kitchen cabinet and to find a name for the little guy.

After a few tries he wagged his tiny tail when you said Bear, quite fitting, he was brown and shaggy.

You had lunch at the grill, when Bear had finally slept in his box and you were sure he wouldn’t get too lonely in your absence. You purchased kibbles, a leash and a few other things from Fred’s on your way home.

…

Bucky’s POV

I’ve been staring at this page for the longest time, reading the same sentence over and over again.

I managed to get my hands on (Y/N)’s latest book online and got it shipped here. An anthology of short stories, the title was enough to intrigue me, Mere Mortals.

She had a flair for writing thrillers, no wonder this was a best-seller.

This particular story caught my attention about a vampire falling madly in love with a human. A beautifully written tragedy with a line that struck me the most,

“Loving the monsters never ends well for the human.”

The book made me wonder how she might react if she finds out who I really am. Would she run away or be brave enough like one of her characters and stick around. Probably best to leave that topic for later.

Your book is fantastic (Y/N). You weren’t kidding when you said you love the supernatural. :P

How’s the new one coming along?

I didn’t want to seem too pushy but I couldn’t help myself. Something about her made it hard for me to stay away.

You read my book! I’m glad you found my obsession amusing. As far as the new one goes, I’ve been at it for days with very little progress. Starting to freak out. :(

The promptness of her reply made me smile. I quickly texted back and invited her over for dinner later today.

With that I walked inside to get a refill of my dinner for the night from the fridge.

…

Bear sat looking up at you with his head tilted to one side, as you explained you’d be leaving him alone for a few hours to go meet Bucky.

“And please don’t destroy the house, we’re here on lease. I’ll be back soon.” You placed a kiss on his nose and stood up to leave.

The walk to Bucky’s house was spent adjusting your hair every few minutes and making sure your breath was minty fresh. As trees cleared a huge cottage came into view which you could only guess was his ancestral home.

It looked surprisingly modern though with a few overgrown weeds around and English ivy covering most of the exterior walls. Stopping outside the front door, you checked your appearance one last time on your phone camera and knocked.

“Come on in, it’s open.” Bucky’s voice came through from a distance. You pushed the door open and stepped in the dimly lit house.

The wallpaper covered foyer reminded you of an old museum. Reaching the living room, you looked around to find most of the tables topped with antiques and artifacts. Old paintings that definitely belonged to the 18th century decorated the walls. All in all, the house looked like it belonged to someone who was stinking rich.

“Sorry for not opening the door, I almost lit my kitchen on fire.”

You turned around to see Bucky dressed in a button down tucked neatly in dark denims and the sleeves folded up to the elbow, hair in disarray but still freaking gorgeous walk in the living room. You looked around the room and said, “I didn’t know you lived in a museum.”

“Oh it’s our family home, almost been the same since my great grandfather built it. I’ll give you a tour later.”

“You’re rich.”

“No my parents were rich.” He chuckled.

“That is a typical rich person reply right there.” You shot back as you followed him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was bigger than your first apartment, very rustic looking with modern appliances to add contrast. The smell of Bolognese wafting through the closed pot on the stove made your stomach grumble.

“Hope you like Italian.” He gave you a smile and opened the lid to show off his work proudly.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t? It’s my favorite.” You walked closer and inhaled deeply before sighing rather dramatically.

“Come on. Let’s eat.”

You ate at the breakfast bar, though there was a dining room. Of course it was a twelve seat formal one complete with a fancy chandelier and everything.

“Are you like a prince or something hiding your true identity from me?” you asked eyeing him with mock suspicion.

He laughed, “I could be a mafia for all you know.” You got the latter part right, (Y/N)

“Nah don’t get that vibe from you.”

“Well my family owned a few properties around here including the cabin you’re living in, and the library, and now I look after it. My great grandfather was a part of the town council and everything, it’s boring.”

“Interesting would be the word I would use. Though a tiny part of me was hoping you’d say mafia and prove me wrong.”

You kept the conversation going through rest of the dinner and he seemed eager to know about your past as well. After a tour of the house, he offered you a nightcap as you settled on a plush couch in the living area. Comfortable silence that fell between you was broken as you heard soft music coming from an antique looking vinyl player.

“Care to dance?”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you took his outstretched hand and stood from your spot.

“See this is the kinda stuff that happens either in romantic movies or the beginnings of a serial killer movie.” You slid your arms around his neck as both of you gently swayed to the music.

The things you were feeling at that moment definitely were something you had only read about in those classic romantic novels you used to love so much in your growing years.

“Let’s just say it’s the former for now okay?” Bucky kept his arms around your waist and looked at your lips. You wasted no time in replying as you pulled him in for a kiss.

Lips brushed against each other softly at first, delicate like butterfly wings, he could feel the warmth of your skin and taste the wine you’d had earlier. 

Soon you lost yourself in the moment as instincts took over and your fingers weaved through his hair. One hand moved to the back of your head and the other stayed on your back as he pulled you even closer and the innocent kiss turned fervent.

The need to pull away for air became necessary as you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together, grinning ear to ear.

“The cooking, the wine and dance. You’re very old school in your ways Mr. Barnes.”

“I sure love it when you call me that doll.” 

With that he pressed his lips to yours once more and ravaged your mouth. Backing you up against a wall, his hands dropped down to your hips and he pressed himself closer to you, making his hard-on evident. A moan escaped you as he moved his mouth from your lips down to your neck where he found your sweet spot with ease.

All he could think about was the feel of your flushed skin, your heady scent and the smell of blood flowing through your carotid. He pressed his nose at the spot where your shoulder and neck met and inhaled deeply. This made your eyes flutter open.

“What’re you doing?” your voice came out weak as you tugged on his hair lightly, not understanding his actions but not really wanting him to move away.

“Stopping myself from going too far. I find you irresistible (Y/N).” he said slowly kissing his way back to your lips, eyes still closed.

“And you intrigue me. You’ll definitely end up as my protagonist if I ever write a romance novel.” you decided to lighten the sexually charged atmosphere with your dull sense of humor. You weren’t one of those who’d sleep with someone on their first date. Deciding it was time to leave you gently nudged him and he stepped away to give you space.

He walked you back to your home as always and stopped at the porch steps.

“Probably wise to not invite you in just now, Bear must’ve pooped in several places.”

“Bear?”

“Shit! I forgot to ask. I found a puppy this morning and decided to take him in. I hope its okay with you.” You silently prayed he wasn’t one of those ‘no pets allowed’ guy, considering his own house was so prim and proper, there wasn’t a stray fly around.  

“Who doesn’t like dogs?”

Vampires. Vampires don’t gel well with dogs.

But he couldn’t say no to you. You were probably safer with one in the house.

You stood on your tippy toes to give him a goodbye kiss which lasted a few seconds that had you reconsider going in alone.

…

Loki peered through from the shadows as you kissed Bucky outside your cabin. Fists clenched, eyes seeing red he stormed away through the woods searching for an outlet, a prey.

Rage turned into blood thirst, he spotted the lady who worked at the grill walking through the empty town square. Perfect.

Her wrist watch read 12:30, as Jenny made her way home after her shift ended at the grill. The area was deserted, illuminated only by the street lamps. She heard twigs snapping behind her and turned to locate the source of the noise.

There was no one.

Slightly alarmed, she turned back to see a tall dark figure standing right in front of her. Her initial shock wore off as she recognized the man. It was Loki.

“Mr. Laufeyson! You scared me.”

Loki stalked closer with eyes dark and an unreadable look on his face.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just out for a bite.”

He grabbed Jenny before she could run and sunk his fangs in her neck.

Her piercing scream echoed into the night, soon coming to a stop like her pulse.

…

[ariparri]

Caplan Family Facts

Just another reminder that I’m hosting an art raffle! Be sure to check out the original post here!

Okay now onto the Family Facts!

Few years after graduating from Hogwarts, Veruca now works as an Auror while Diego is a dance instructor. Diego preferably teaches Latin dances, such as Salsa, Merengue, Bachata and Samba. He sometimes brings Veruca along to be his dance partner so she can learn another style of dance. But he mainly just likes being close to her.

Diego managed to achieve his goal in becoming a dueling champion. He keeps his medals and trophies on a shelf in their home's dueling room rather than in the family room.

Since Diego wanted daughters, he had the honor of naming them, but Veruca chose their middle names. And since Veruca wanted a son, she chose his name and let Diego choose his middle name. Mari's middle name is Áine (Awn-ya), Cari's middle name is Rowan and Ruairí's middle name is Zacarías.

Marisol and Carina are two years apart. Mari was born on the 7th of October and Cari was born on the 2nd of February. And Ruairí is the youngest of the three, his birthday is August 24th.

Mari has Veruca's eyes and her hair is the same shade of brown as Veruca's. While Cari takes after Diego more, having his eye and hair color. And Ruairí is the spitting image of Veruca.

Mari's godparents are Coby and Badeea. Cari's godparents are Felix and Skye. Ruairí's godparents are Chiara and Barnaby.

Diego spoils his children despite Veruca telling him not to. He never listens as he always buys them new toys whenever he comes home from work. He ended up having to buy a new toy chest for them too. This still carries on to the girls' teen years as he always gets them things they enjoy, mystery thriller books for Mari and CDs or vinyl records for Cari.

Since Veruca used to make plushies of her friends, she made one for each of her children. Each of them have their own type of plushie. Ruairí's plushie is a little brown round bear with a witch's hat, he's never seen without it. Mari's plushie is a wooly baby sheep and Cari's own is a rabbit. The girls still have it even in their teen years. Mari has her plushie sitting on her bookshelf and Cari's own is on her vanity desk. 

The Caplan family are close to the Khanna family. The girl's wands were custom made to suit their personality.

Cari takes after her father a whole lot more than she does her mother. She picked up on how to flirt from Diego, but he's against the idea of his little girls dating anyone. Her love for jean jackets and scarves has also come from Diego. Cari actually has a collection of each article of clothing. Although Cari does take after her mother in the sensitive side where she's moved by emotions very easily. She also speaks in a casual manner much like her mother, however she uses a lot of slang and laughs at bad puns. She also doesn't care about her reputation, or at least, is unaware of how she's perceived by others.

Mari on the other hand is a bit similar to Veruca, mainly on the mischievous side, often teasing others and sometimes causing them to get flustered. She's known to scare her sister even with just a smile. She's a mature young girl and a little mysterious with an all knowing vibe to her. Sometimes her parents aren't even sure what goes on in her mind. Despite her gentle look, she is not to be taken lightly, she isn't called the "she-devil" for nothing. Although her style in fashion is mostly bright colors, she has picked up on the long sleeves and stockings from her mother. She also started wearing corset belts.

Ruairí is a very shy and curious child. He often hides behind his sisters' or parents' legs. Ruairí is a mama's boy. He's always following his mother around the house, from the family room to the kitchen to the bedroom. His sisters and father started calling him "Mama's Tail" because of it. 

Being a dance instructor, Diego taught his daughters how to dance as well. He taught them more of the latin dances. Veruca also taught them both contemporary and classical ballet. Mari favored classical ballet while Cari favored contemporary ballet.

When it comes to teaching the girls how to duel, Veruca and Diego would take turns giving them lessons. Diego focused on their dueling etiquette, showing them the proper stance, reminding them to bow before a match and how to properly hold their wands.

Veruca on the other hand, focuses on teaching them actual spells. Spells that cause the most damage, i.e. bombarda (maxima). Before they had their own dueling room built in, their dueling lessons were held outside. Veruca often lets her daughters go overboard with the casting that they would end up blasting a hole through the wall of their living room, giving Diego a heart attack.

They own two pets. One is Gambat, he's been Veruca's pet since she was young. Despite constantly sassing Veruca and Diego, he's a loyal bat and would look after the kids. Their other pet is a collie named Pesky. For a small dog, he's very active. Pesky's always running around, sometimes running into the shelves or wall and knocking stuff down. The mess aside, the family loves having him. Gambat and Pesky have a Pinky and the Brain dynamic.

Some nights they play a game where everyone speaks only in Spanish or Irish Gaelic. One night it will be Spanish the other it would be Irish Gaelic, other nights it will be both. Anyone who speaks English loses. Some times the game continues on to the next day since Veruca and Mari are a bit competitive. Both Veruca and Diego find the game to be a good and fun way for their kids to learn their languages.

Veruca and Diego try so hard not to swear in front of their kids so they always say it in their mother tongue. But thanks to the game, the kids pick up on it fast and tattletell on one parent to the other.

Being both an interracial and an interfaith family, Veruca being a Catholic Irish and Diego being a Jewish Hispanic, they celebrate holidays from both sides of the family. Sometimes they merge Christmas and Hanukkah.

Veruca is the one in the family to get rid of the bugs. Although Diego's main fear of butterflies isn't as great as when he was younger. But his best friends were Jae and Carson, and the two can be ruthless when it comes to pranking Diego. The things they put him through, has caused him to hide behind Veruca whenever he sees a giant bug in the house. Mari and Ruairí have picked up on the fear of bugs.

Family is a big importance to Diego, he always plans dinner parties, inviting both his family and Veruca's own along with some of their friends, so they can all get together and enjoy quality time with each other. They also take family photos. One photo of Veruca's family, the other of Diego's, one of the grandparents and grandkids, and then one of Diego and Veruca's own family. Sometimes the children will get their own group photo.

Mari is a decent dueler and flyer but her main skills excels in tarot reading and fortune telling. Cari has a fear of heights, so flying isn't her best quality. She however, like both her parents, is an excellent dueler, being able to learn a new spell fairly quickly and cast it with ease. Ruairí has shown some cases of casting accidental magic. Veruca wouldn't let him have a cookie until after dinner, and Ruairí was silently brooding over it, the entire plate of cookies was sent flying right past him and hit the wall.

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bloody Mary:

Revenge and Overthrowing The Mafia for one Seth Jones

Chapter 1

Looper but from a couple of different perspectives, this crime thriller follows Marian Drysdale and Seth Jones as they work to dismantle the mafia system from the future. Marian just wants to live the rest of her life without worrying about herself or her loved ones, and Seth is enticed by the potential power that could come from getting rid of the guys in charge.

A/N: I know that Seth canonically doesn’t have a last name, but let’s just go with it. This fic is partially inspired by Birds of Prey (hence the title) and will be loosely based on Looper. It’s basically an AU so... enjoy!

warnings: implied smut, threats.

Neon lights danced enticingly on the walls. They cast hypnotic shadows on the floor and grazed over the crowd of partying people. A man watched in fear as he tried to worm his way through the crowd, eyeing a woman as she practically glided across the floor to get to him. In her hands was a shotgun, on her back was a sledgehammer, tied around her waist was a holster with knives and handguns. All these things were given to her by his company.

Marian Drysdale. M, to some, and to her enemies and employers… Bloody Mary.

She was taken into the Looper program nearly five years ago, and she hadn’t disappointed. She was a special case, someone with connections and someone who liked to chase down her targets rather than shoot someone who was tied up. It took time to convince them to let her do such a thing, of course, the mob wasn’t fond of letting people slip through their grasp, but when she performed well, she was put in the field.

2

“Eat shit, Maroni! You’re on my fucking list!” The man’s convertible car whizzed by her, the man flicking her off while smiling. She wasn’t worried about how she spoke to men like that, mostly because she knew she wouldn’t get in trouble, and if they tried to retaliate… she had her ways of stopping that.

She turned around, glaring at the man behind her.

“You too, Plainview, now get the fuck outta here before I knock you on your ass.” She spat, shoving her finger in the sniveling man’s face. He skirted along the wall, trying his best to get away from the aggressive woman, despite how much shorter she was compared to him.

“Marian!” She turned around, and the man she was harassing ran off in the other direction, huffing about how he couldn’t believe his friend left him. Marian could, she knew Maroni was a piece of shit who wasn’t worth anything. Coming down the sidewalk was a taller man with shoulder length brown hair. He wore a jean jacket over a button down shirt, which was a contrast to his usually more expensive wardrobe. Marian couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, hey Seth.” She sighed. His eyes were focused on the fleeing man in the background, but he knew she’d explain sooner or later. Her hands were in her pockets now as her whole demeanor changed.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Just felt like stopping by.” He answered, and she couldn’t help but fight the smile that was threatening to break. She tilted her head slightly in playful curiosity.

“That’s it?” She asked, knowing that he wasn’t just there to say hi. He smiled and looked down as he let out an airy laugh.

“I figured you’d wanna see my new bike.” There it was. She nodded enthusiastically, practically grabbing his hand in excitement.

Marian and Seth were a close duo. Their relationship could be attributed to the both of them being active field agents for the mob, but if they hadn’t bonded on that first mission, they wouldn’t be quite as close. As they strolled down the street, her holding onto his arm and resting her head on his shoulder, anyone would assume they were in a loving relationship.

Yet, they were, to date, not.

Seth was more of a free spirit (his words, not hers). He would go where he wanted and do what he wanted… until Joe was around. Marian had never seen someone change so quickly, and she noticed this change almost immediately. He wasn’t the same man she knew from their first mission, or from when they were just hanging out. He was interested in living fast and picking up whatever girl that was around. He leaned on Joe like he leaned on her, and despite what she might have felt for Seth, she knew that she was no different from his other friends. Marian didn’t believe in love, but she suspected that if it were real, it would be how she felt when she was alone with Seth.

Marian, on the other hand, was a nonchalant trust fund baby with family in the mafia she worked for. She acted like she didn’t have a care in the world, because why would she? She has every safety net she needs in life. Of course, Seth often played off of that part of her personality. He knew of the other sides of her, the more vulnerable ones, but she wasn’t one to show those often, not even to him. She wasn’t one to let her guard down - she could thank her parents for that - and even though she cared about Seth, she wouldn’t let him know that.

They approached the hovering vehicle and he could practically feel the excitement radiating off of her. She all but skipped toward the bike, taking long glances at it to get a good idea of what he bought. She noticed something off and she had to bring it up.

“How much did this cost?” She asked, which only made him laugh.

“A lot.” He answered as honestly as he could. She shook her head and stood up, brushing off her legs in the process.

“The start-up component’s a little off from the looks of it.”

“What does that mean?” He asked, his voice bordering on nervous. She looked him in the eye, and he felt weak all of a sudden. He liked to act cool and callous, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be reminded of why he really hung out with her. Neither of them would admit it, but they loved each other on a deeper level than either of them understood.

In two weeks time, this would become clear to Marian.

“It probably broke a while ago and some idiot tried to fix it and did a shitty job.” She explained, and he slowly nodded.

“So it’s broken?” She shook her head again.

“Not yet, but I’d take it easy with this thing for now. It could break down at any second.” She explained while crossing her arms. He nodded again and ran a hand across his mouth.

“Well, looks like I’m not going anywhere on this for a while.” He stated dryly. She looked around at the streets which were crowded with all sorts of people, and she knew some of them wouldn’t bat an eye at taking apart Seth’s bike for a few extra bucks. Hell, she was sure that’s how the start-up component got messed up in the first place.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice here, big guy. There’s some shady shit on this part of town and you brought it all this way already, might as well go a couple of extra blocks to get to my place.” She offered, which seemed to brighten his demeanor a bit. She fought the urge to playfully role her eyes, but she knew one way or another they were going to end up doing what he was thinking. It happened every other time he came over, so what’s the difference this time?

“You got a garage over there?” He asked as he climbed onto the bike.

“Seth, I think we both know that my place has more than just a garage.” She suggested, getting behind him on the obviously broken down bike and wrapping her arms around him. She wondered for a moment who swindled him and got him to buy what was obviously not a new bike. She gave it a year (if he took good care of it and kept people away) tops.

It took a few tries to get the bike moving, but when it started up she felt the familiar thrill she loved.

3

“Fuck…” She groaned as he rolled off of her and to the place beside her. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that this happened, and a little part of her was happy it did. As she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, she couldn’t help but think about how she wanted more than just this. He was her best friend, and that was more than what she could have asked for, but deep down she knew she loved him.

His heart was breathing loudly in her ear, and she never wanted to let go of him. He was barely awake, but he could feel her hands tracing along his chest. He could feel as her fingers intertwined with his. He held her just a little bit closer, and although it hardly made a difference, they both noticed. He liked the way she felt when she was curled into his side like that, and her heart nearly burst at the gesture.

She wondered if this was truly what it was like to care deeply about another person. She never had the right kind of people in her life, they weren’t the kind to teach her these things about life. In fact, they did quite the opposite. Her family only taught her that people had ulterior motives and men wouldn’t stick around in your life unless they were related to you (and even then there was never a guarantee that they would). Seth was starting to prove them wrong, because despite every time he changed around other people, despite how many times he pretended not to care, he was still her best friend, and he still came back every time she was afraid he’d leave.

She wasn’t one to act like a man was the only thing in her life, she witnessed that kind of behavior first hand thanks to her mother, but she did fear that Seth would get bored one day and leave.

He was in her life, and that was more than she could ask for.

“Shit, what time is it?” He groaned, looking over at the clock on her nightstand.

“Almost five.” She answered, and he jumped up. “What’s up?” She continued as he pulled on his pants.

“I don’t have time to run home…” He muttered. She gave another confused glance as she grasped the blanket closer to her chest.

“Sorry, Mary, I gotta meet up with Joe.” He said as he searched the room for his shirt.

“If you look in the top drawer over there I have some of the clothes you left over here.” Marian told him, pointing at her dresser nonchalantly. He nodded and quickly marched over to the drawer, rummaging through it as he pulled out vaguely matching clothes, as well as a tie. He looks down at the items in his hands.

“That drawer was full-”

“You leave a lot behind…” She trailed off. He looked back at her with what she could only interpret as pity. She was upset, it wasn’t too obvious, but she was upset. She wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, but she didn’t like or get along with Joe very well.

She thought Joe was a selfish prick, one who had friends but didn’t really give a shit about them. They obviously butt heads a few times before, although she didn’t think Seth knew, and she only hoped he wouldn’t offer her to go with him. She would’ve wanted to, really, but she couldn’t stand the idea of having to be around Joe (and a different Seth at that).

“Is this good?” He asked, turning around to show the all black attire with a blue tie. His hair was a mess, and there was something off putting about the outfit. She glanced at her closet.

“You left a blazer here a couple weeks ago, too. It’s in the closet but it’s this weird silver color but if you want-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah… sounds good.” He muttered as he pushed her clothes out of the way. He pulled out the larger coat and held it up, not bothering to look at her.

“That’s the one.” She answered, knowing he was asking her if that was what she was talking about. He took one glance at it before shrugging and pulling it off of the hanger.

“It’ll do… how do I look?” He asked turning around to face her, his arms out as if he was waiting to hug her. She pressed her lips into a thin line and grabbed a hair tie from her nightstand before getting up and making her way to his well-dressed form. She reached up, though he was so much taller than her, and brushed his hair back.

“I know you don’t like tying your hair back but,” she began as she pulled his hair into a ponytail. “Your hair looks like a rat’s nest right now and I doubt you wanna walk out like that.” She finished as she stepped away from him. He looked down at her with nothing but fondness in his eyes, yet she wouldn’t notice this.

“Thanks.” She smiled, fighting back the urge to say every thought that came to mind.

As she watched him walk out the door, she didn’t realize this would be the last time she saw Seth as he was. This would be the last time she could talk with him and enjoy his company, and it was the last time she would have the opportunity to tell him how she felt and have him respond.

She loved him, and this was only the beginning of her realizing this.

[capevans3000]

Love triangle - Part 3

Summary: You and Chris had always have feelings for each other, but were too afraid to let each other know. That was until Sebastian came along and a love triangle was quickly formed.

Featuring: Chris x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Warning: Just fluff stuff

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and maple syrup. Your stomach growled as you walked into the kitchen, passing Dodger on the way and giving him a morning pat. You bent down and started hugging Dodger and constantly calling him a good boy. Dodger’s tail wagged happily as he enjoyed your company.

“Someone In the house is really lucky to have all the attention.” You looked up and saw Sebastian in the hallway looking at you playing with Dodger. You laughed. “Someone in the house is really lucky to have such a handsome boy to give attention to.”

“Wait. Do you mean Dodger? Or me or Chris?” Sebastian joked.

 “Please. No one is as cute and handsome as this boy over here. Come here my handsome boy!” You called Dodger as his tail wagged faster and more excitedly.

“Ouch.” Sebastian feigned hurt and turned his back towards the kitchen. It was strange. Sebastian had only spent one evening with you, but somehow he felt so drawn and attracted to you. You were so different from other girls he had met. You were funny, extremely witty, and so uninhibited. You didn’t care if you didn’t have perfect make up on during the day, or that your hair was up in a messy bun when you were washing the dishes the night before. You looked beautiful in all that naturalness. You were so refreshing and genuine, and your personality was amazing. Sebastian had found himself almost instantly drawn to you, no matter how crazy and impossible that was.

“So, are you and Chris like, together?” Sebastian asked when the both of you were in the kitchen. He was adding the batter for another pancake he was making.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that question. It was complicated and you didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Chris, but there were just some circumstances that were in the way. It was too early in the morning for you to discuss this with Sebastian so you replied him plainly. “We’re not together.” It was the truth, yet, with many underlying factors to that truth.

“I see.” Sebastian replied as he tossed the done pancake onto the plate. It was a quick answer, but you could almost hear a happy tone behind it. Before you could process further, you heard Chris’ footsteps approaching the kitchen. You smiled naturally as you prepared to greet him.

“Good morning Y/N.” He smiled brightly at you. You greeted him back with a smile on your face.

“And good morning to you, Seb. I see you’re making pancakes! I’m hungry.” Chris reached towards the plate to pinch the pancake with his fingers and popping it into his mouth like a little child.

“Use a fork, for God’s sake. No one wants your fingers on their pancakes!” Sebastian chided.

“Fine, you’re such a dad sometimes.” Chris laughed.

You offered to bring Dodger out for a walk around the park after breakfast. Because of the pandemic, it was socially responsible to wear a face mask when out, so that was an added anti-surveillance measure for you. It was harder to recognize people with their face mask on. You just hoped no one would recognize Dodger, who had become quite a celebrity himself.

When you came back thirty minutes later, you saw Chris working on his laptop in the living room while Sebastian was reading in the dining hall. You brought Dodger into the toilet to wash his paws, set out his morning snack for him and went to wash up yourself. You passed by Chris in the living room and waved at him. He looked up from his laptop and smiled at you. “Thank you for bringing Dodger for his walk. He’s been choosing you over me ever since you moved in and I can’t say I’m not hurt.” Chris laughed. “How was Dodger, was he a good boy?”

“The best.” You smiled. “I’m going to grab some tea, do you want some?”

“No I’m actually good. I just got some work to catch up on right now. Let’s hang out with Sebastian later when I am done?” Chris asked. You nodded and stood up. 

As you made your way towards the kitchen, you passed by Sebastian and saw the book he was reading. He was reading the book that you had been reading for the past few days.

You greeted him and asked him if he would like tea. Sebastian looked up from the book and nodded appreciatively. With two mugs of hot tea in hand, you sat down in front of Sebastian and pushed a mug towards him.

“I see you’re reading my book.”

“Oh sorry! I saw it on the coffee table and took it to read. Don’t worry, your bookmark is still safe where you left it. You can have it back.” Sebastian replied, closing the book and pushing it across the table to you.

“No worries. You can read it first. I have other books to busy myself with at the moment.” You smiled and took a small sip of the tea and pushed the book back to Sebastian. Unknowingly, you had spent about an hour chatting with Sebastian over tea about the books you’ve both read. The more Sebastian talked to you, the more his feelings for you became apparent to him. He knew he was beginning, if not already had, fallen heavily for you. There was just absolutely no possible logic needed to have feelings for you in such a short time. All those cheesy things he’d seen in movies about love at first sight was real, because, as illogical as it was, you’d become his love at first at sight.

The next thing you knew, Chris walked in to the dining room and greeted you and Sebastian with his hands on his tummy, gesturing that he was hungry. You were so engrossed in chatting with Sebastian that you hardly realized it was lunch time. Again, Sebastian had offered to make lunch for everyone.

“Are you having a good time hanging out with Sebastian?” Chris asked as he took the seat that Sebastian had just vacated.

“Yeah, in fact, yes. We talked about the books we both like.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you get along well with Sebastian. He’s one of my best friends and I’m glad you two hit it off.” Chris smiled genuinely. He wanted to tell you how much he appreciated that you and his best friend hit it off, because both you and Sebastian were two of the most important people in his life and it meant so much to him.

After lunch, Chris, Sebastian and you went ahead and did your own things in the house. Chris retreated to his study room to work on his laptop, while you and Sebastian each took a couch to read. Sebastian had decided to stay for another evening. “I’m quite lazy to drive. Mind if I stayed another night?” He’d asked during lunch. Only Sebastian knew it was a lie. He was looking for excuses to stay so he could spend more time with you.

That evening, Chris suggested to have dinner out in the deck instead. It was nice out and the weather was cool. Despite having planned to play a card game after dinner, Chris had to attend to a phone call so he left Sebastian and you out in the deck while he went back to the house to take the call. While waiting for Chris, you walked towards the ledge of the deck and took a deep breath of the cold air. You grew up in a very warm place, so you loved cool weather like this. You loved it, but your body was hardly able to withstand the frigid wind. The wind suddenly got stronger and you felt it beginning to bite your skin. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chris through the glass door gesturing to you and Sebastian that he needed a couple more minutes on the phone. He waved apologetically and disappeared into his study.

You turned back to admire the night sky, the stars now more evident than ever. It was a quiet night, only the humdrum sounds of crickets and the wind could be heard. You were about to turn back into the house to grab your sweater when you felt something warm on your shoulders. You turned your head and realised that Sebastian had taken off his jacket and placed them on you.

“Put this on, or you’ll catch a cold.” He said gently. You smiled and took his jacket gratefully. He helped you put on the jacket and made sure you were covered. The wind was coming towards you and you felt a chill. “How about you, then?” you asked Sebastian between shivers.

“My shirt is pretty thick, don’t worry.” Sebastian smiled.

You nodded your head and giggled to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian asked quizzically.

“Nothing. I am just thinking, this is like a classic scene from a movie.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows in question and you continued, “The guy offering the girl his jacket, and maybe the guy is indeed cold but he doesn’t want to admit it. Classic scene, no?” You chuckled.

Sebastian laughed with you. At that moment, Sebastian felt his heart tugged even further towards you. “Oh yeah? And what usually happens after the guy offers his jacket to the girl?”

“It depends. Is it a Rom-Com? An action movie? A thriller? It could spin into many different versions depending on the movie.” You pondered seriously, thinking back to all the movies you’d watched.

 “I think, the stars are really beautiful tonight, and this seems such a perfect moment for a dance in the movie.” Sebastian said and he put out his hands in front of him into a dance position. He nodded at you and gestured you to take his arms.

You were surprised at his gesture, but you felt comfortable enough with Sebastian. You let out a laugh and spontaneously reached out and took his arms. You were not much of a dancer but Sebastian was a good leader. He led you in a slow dance, his arms strong and safe to be in. He was such a good leader that even with your two left feet, you didn’t step on him or yourself once. Your eyes met, and his gaze was earnest. Never mind the fact that more than 48 hours ago, Sebastian didn’t even know you, yet now all he wanted was to freeze this particular moment in time and burn it in his memory. Mid-dance, Sebastian pulled you in an embrace so that your face was buried near his chest. Again, surprisingly, you felt comfortable and not at all awkward with Sebastian, despite dancing to nothing but only the sound of nature.

Sebastian closed his eyes as he embraced you. He wanted to savour every moment of this impromptu dance with you. His heart was pounding so hard with excitement and deep attraction for you, he wondered if you could feel it. It felt as if the stars above were aligned and everything in that moment was perfect.

He wished and wanted more than ever that he could kiss you on your lips, like the characters in the classic movies would. He wanted to kiss you so bad that it hurt. It was crazy, Sebastian thought to himself. He had never felt so attracted to someone in such a short span of time before that it scared him. He had never met someone as special and genuine as you before that he felt scared to lose you before he could even have you. In the most innocent way, Sebastian had found himself irrevocably fallen for you.

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[babyspiderling]

The Moonwalker and the Time-Traveler Prologue

California, 2020

 “Ms. L/N, I suggest you wake up for my class if you want to pass this course.” I blink up at my professor, it seems that I fell asleep during history class again. “I’m sorry Professor Berkley, I was up all last night with my roommate tinkering all night.” At that he softens, a grandfatherly look in his eye. “Oh Y/N, I understand, but if you truly want to be a history major, you have to stay awake! I will not simply give you a free pass while trying to adjust, just please, try to stay awake in my class.” Standing, I nod. “Yes sir. I’ll do my best.” After this, I am dismissed and head back to my dorm room to hopefully catch a nap. 

Kicking the door shut, I move to collapse onto my bed, but am blocked by whatever my engineering major roommate has built in the dorm for his latest project. “Seriously dude? Don’t you have a lab for this kind of stuff?” I kick off my shoes and do my best to move around it, finally, truly collapsing onto my bed. I fall asleep quickly, hopefully revisiting the dream I had during class. 

Lord knows how much later, I wake up to my roommate continuing to tinker on his project. Grumbling under my pillow, “Danny, don’t you have a lab for this shit? Why do you have to do it here, I’m sleeping in classes because of this!” He sheepishly lifts his head up to respond. “Uh, well, I uh… It’satimemachine.” Snapping my head up, I question “It’s a what?” Once again he looks shy and guilty. “It’s a, uh, Time Machine. Or at least that’s what I’m wanting it to be. I’m still working on it.” Well, I’m definitely awake now. “So, like, what’s the problem?” Finally putting down his tools, Danny turns to me, “It should work. I ran the simulations and used the one that worked. It’s just… not connecting I guess.” Glancing at the clock, it’s getting late. “Look Danny, I’m going to clean up some of my stuff. Go get some food. I know you haven’t eaten yet.” With a defeated sigh, Danny agrees and leaves the room. I slip into a pair of shorts and an old David Bowie tour shirt I had found at a thrift store. Picking up things here and there, folding abandoned pieces of laundry, I hum and bop around the room, dancing along to “Working Day and Night”, practicing turns and isolations to the beat. Taking a deep breath I prep and spin as fast and as long as I can, but my foot slips out from under me. I tumble to the floor, tripping over some cord. Oh well, it’s probably Danny's “mood lighting”, I plug it in and decide to check out the “Time Machine”. “Ground Control to Major Tom! Prepare for lift-off!” I press random buttons, dicking around and typing 1984, then some other buttons. “Huh, sucks it really doesn’t work. It’d be cool if you really could time travel.” Once again I trip over Danny’s junk on the floor of the project and slam into one last button I had yet to press. On the way down I hit my head, and the world went black as a whirring sound filled my ears. 

Waking up, I find myself in a room about the size of mine, decorated much like my side of the dorm, with a funky retro feeling to it. “Danny, this isn’t funny, I get it, I’m gullible for believing the machine was real. Now how the Hell did you change all this so quick… and get rid of the machine?” I continue searching the room for Danny, and realise that the sun had already risen hours ago. I may have been out for longer than I thought, and come crashing into a body. Awesome! Now I can really teach that boy a lesson for pulling that. “Hey, what are you doing in my dorm? Nice shirt by the way, I was at the Anaheim show a couple months ago. That’s where you got the shirt, right?” I blink at the guy my age, still processing the amount of denim and hair products he has decided to use for the day. “What? Oh, uh, my shirt. Wait, did you say you saw him in Anaheim a couple months ago? What year are you from?” He knits his brows together. “1984. Are you ok? Did you get a bad hit or something? Do I need to call someone for you?” I space myself from him, the stimulation of this whole situation too much. “No, no I’m ok. What’s today’s date?” His eyes are still filled with concern as he replies with January 26th 1984, and that I’m still at University of Redlands, just 36 years before I attend. “Wait, January 26th, why does that sound so familiar? I hear Beat It blare down the hall and I can practically see the light bulb above my head. “Do you know how to get to the Shrine Auditorium?” 

We zip down the highway on Tyler’s motorcycle, making a trip down to L.A. He had me explain my whole ordeal to him before he just drove me to a random concert venue. It took a bit to convince him, but the second I pulled my smartphone out he was on board. He pulls off to a strip mall and helps me dismount. “Wait, why are we at a mall? I need to get to that venue before security secures it.” He just rolls his eyes. “If you want to get in and stay in without too much attention, you need to look a little bit different. Time to fit in.” He drags me into store after store, and I finally piece together a “Bad” inspired outfit. A black crop top slips off one shoulder, leather pants pull tight around my legs and hips, a blood red leather jacket drapes my shoulders, and matching leather boots clutch my feet. “Tyler, this is too much. I can’t even pay you back.” He rolls his eyes and pays for the clothes, letting me keep my own hoops and rings. “Look, just meeting a time traveler is cool, dressing one is even better. When you get back home and you still want to pay me back, we’ll figure it out. Let’s get you to the moonwalker himself.” 

As we pull into the parking lot for the venue, there isn’t another soul in sight. “Hey, here’s my address, if you ever want to mail me, or just let me know that you’re doing ok.” He hands me a slip of paper, and I hug him tightly. “Thank you Tyler, I am forever in your debt. If you’re anywhere near the university in 2020, let me know.” With that, he rides back home into the sunset, and I sneak into the venue before security shows up. 

It’s a good thing I like the song Billie Jean, because I have heard it about 72 times in the last hour. During sound check alone I almost lost my mind, with just the baseline intro playing for 30 minutes. As I hear the cue from the director that it is time to actually film the commercial. I hear “Take One!” in the distance and I ditch my jacket behind a stack of crates, my phone hidden in the pocket. I find the side entrance of the stage as take 3 is anounced. I crouch down in a runners position at take 5, launching myself at take 6. Michael nears the pyrotechnic and I slam my body into his as it goes off, now missing him by inches. There are screams of terror and shock as we fly through the air, now spun so that I land on my back, Michael on top of me. His brothers quickly help him up and off of me as I am seized by security, doing my best to put as little weight on my now injured ankle as possible. I raise my hands in surrender, trying to think my way out of this. “Look! Look, I can explain all of this, including how I knew that this take wasn’t going to go well. Let me explain and I will never try to contact any of you again!” Everyone around me exchanges glances, deciding whether to trust me or not. Tito steps forward, his eyes full of scrutiny. “Alright girl, explain.” I sigh and grimace in pain. “I can’t do it out here. Too many people. And my evidence of my claims are in my jacket backstage.” He glances back at Michael, nodding in response to his younger brother. I am escorted backstage, am allowed to sit down to relieve my ankle, and I start my story. “I’m from the future, 36 years in the future to be a bit more specific. I’m not crazy.” Michael crouches down in front of me, “If you’re really a time traveler I would love to talk about the future with you!” He’s nudged and given a look from his older brothers, and his smile is dimmed a bit. “But if you’re from the future, wouldn’t you know songs I haven’t released yet?” I nod my head, but I get hit with the issue of Thriller already being released and the “Bad” sessions not yet started for at least another 6 months, if not more. I flip through the collection of Michael songs I know by heart, trying to find one he’s recorded but not yet released. “Oh! I know about “Love never felt so good”! The one you recorded with Paul Anka! I can sing it for you!” I start at the chorus, my brain too frazzled to remember it’s entirety. Everyone else who knows about the song exchanges looks, one brother even shouting questions of how I knew it. “It’s on my phone, and I’m from the future. All your music’s been released. Well, almost all of it. There’s still tracks from your upcoming session that I have yet to find. Here, I can show you.” Lifting myself from my seat, I reach to retrieve my jacket from behind the crates. Everyone watches me with baited breath, wanting to see what the time traveler will pull out next. I pull out my phone and search for the Xscape album. I press play on the original track and Michael's voice rings out from the speaker. I switch it up to “Working Day and Night”, what I was listening to before I got here. 

“Look, I can play you anything you’ve already recorded. I just can’t play you anything you haven’t done yet. Those are the rules.” Michael escorts me back to his dressing room to ask me questions about the future since I am no longer seen as crazy. “Are there flying cars ? What about people living in space? Are there aliens?” I giggle at his excitement. “Well, we do have people living in space, it isn’t commercialized yet, so you and I couldn’t go. We don’t have flying cars, but we do have self driving ones. And there are no known aliens yet. Music is accessible though. If I had any service in 1984, I could play you any song any time from anyone. I could listen to “Wanna be Startin Somethin’” for 3 days straight if I wanted to. All I’d have to do is type it in and press play.” His eyes sparkle in awe of the future. He opens his mouth to ask more questions, but Jermaine and another man enters the room before he can get a word out, “Come on Mike, we need to finish the commercial. This is an EMT we had on site, he’s here to fix her ankle.” As Michael leaves his seat, I grab his hand. “Please, don’t let them turn the pyrotechnics back on. Please.” He nods and pats my hand before leaving the room. The EMT removes my new boots and my ankle swells before my eyes, no longer constrained in the tight leather. We make small talk as he works until the commercial is done recording. 

[ringa-starr]

More Precious Than Any Pearl (Pt 1/3)

This was requested a long while ago by my friend @brookemccarter. I’ll admit I am the world’s WORST and SLOWEST when it comes to writing but I try my best. I don’t want to write so much that I burn myself out on it like I did on another site many, many years ago. So I apologize (and I will again and again) to anyone who requests something from me whether it be months or even a year or so ago.

It’s because of this that I am splitting her request up into three parts.

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Enjoy everyone and I’ll be back with part 2 sometime!

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1987, Preston Home, San Dimas, California

The grandfather clock in Bill S. Preston Esq.’s living room chimed loudly throughout the whole house announcing that the time had just struck 6:00 p.m. Upstairs, Bill’s father Mr. Preston was on the phone with one of his business associates, hurrying around the entire upper floor of the family’s split level home, trying to get the last of everything ready in time for a very important business meeting that he and his wife, his much younger wife in fact, Missy were to be attending at 8 o’clock that evening. Missy was sitting in front of her vanity mirror in their shared bedroom, checking herself over for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour, making sure her long blonde hair was styled perfectly in a simple French braid easing its way down her back with a few cute little braids in the front, small, fake plum roses decorating the French braid nicely. The young woman smiled at herself in the mirror before applying one last bit of natural, pale pink lipstick. Mr. Preston hurriedly hung up his phone, still pacing between the bedroom and the hallway.

“Okay, okay”, the older man mumbled in a panic as he tried to collect his thoughts, looking down at himself before starting to fix his plum purple tie. He started going over the list of preparations in his head. “We’re reserved, my speech is memorized, I’ve got my notes just in case...” He cut himself off. There was one last thing he was forgetting; he was sure of it! But he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, and it was about to drive him crazy!

As if on a perfect cue, the opening notes to ‘Thriller’ by Michael Jackson filled the entire lower floor of the house with sound.

That’s it! Mr. Preston thought to himself.

Bill and Ted!

Bill’s father hurried to the hallway banister, gripping it in his hands as he looked down at his 15-year-old son and his best friend Ted “Theodore” Logan playing air guitars to the music, going into full Thriller dance mode when Michael started singing.

“Bill!” Mr. Preston called from his spot on the second floor. He got no response.

“Bill!” the older man tried again and still nothing.

‘I don’t have time for this!’ Mr. Preston thought as he hurried down the stairs. He reached behind the large stereo and unplugged it, the living room going completely silent. As soon as the music was off, Bill and Ted stopped and looked at Bill’s father, a look of mixed confusion and surprise on their faces.

“Now that I have your attention”, Mr. Preston told Bill, “Your mother and I are going to a dinner party my boss is throwing and we expect you to keep this place intact while we’re gone.”

Bill gave his father a smile, Ted giving the older man his infamous goofy grin as well. “Not a problem, most excellent parental figure”, Bill tried to assure his father. “My most trusted collogue Ted and I will be more than happy to make sure this place is in its most excellent condition for your return.” In response, Ted nodded his head happily.

All Mr. Preston could do was sigh, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger but before he could say anything, the three heard Missy’s sweet as honey voice at the top of the stairs.

“Are you ready, Honey?” she asked, causing Mr. Preston, Bill and Ted to look in her direction. Ted’s mouth dropped open.

“Whoa!” he gasped softly so only Bill could hear as Missy slowly walked down the staircase with a beautiful smile on her face. “Your mom looks totally hot dude!”

“Shut up, Ted!” Bill hissed back with a silent sigh of annoyance.

Knowing it would be a long drive there, Mr. Preston smiled as he helped Missy with her jacket before sliding into his own, turning his attention back to Bill and Ted.

“Remember Bill”, Mr. Preston told his son in a warning tone as he opened the front door, letting Missy walk out first, “if we come back and find that something’s happened, it’s going to be a real thriller night for you.”

Ted softly chuckled at his best friend’s father’s corny pun as Bill nodded. “Yes, Sir”, Bill replied before his father walked out, shutting and locking the door behind him.

As soon as his parents’ car couldn’t be heard anymore, Bill sighed and rolled his eyes as he and Ted walked back to the stereo. “Your dad can be really corny sometimes, Bill”, Ted commented as he turned the volume on the stereo down. Bill reached behind the stereo and plugged it back in, Michael Jackson’s singing filling the living room again only at a slightly softer volume this time. “I know”, Bill agreed with a smile, “but what can ya do?” He shrugged and smiled wider as he turned the volume dial up again, allowing him and Ted to get back to their most excellent Friday night!

Things were going well for most of the song until Ted started doing a solo version of the Thriller routine during the long instrumental portion that took place right before Vincent Prince’s ‘rap’. Ted started the famous dance routine right from the beginning, imagining himself in Michael Jackson’s shoes during the zombie dance sequence of the song’s music video. He even pictured himself wearing the superstar’s acclaimed red faux leather jacket with matching pants dancing around a large circle of the undead. Ted was so in the moment; he didn’t realize anything was even around him.

At that moment, he had his back to Bill, jumping back around so he was facing his best friend. Ted was still lost in his fantasy as he threw his left arm over his head, grabbing and punching the air several times.

In the midst of the music, Bill stopped short, hearing something shatter to the floor. When the blonde quickly turned around, his mouth dropped open, panic running through his entire body. There, on the hardwood floor in front of the grand fireplace, lay Missy’s most prized procession: a Victorian necklace which was now shattered into a thousand pieces, the only thing still being completely intact was the purple amethyst stone that once lay right in the center of the vintage piece of jewelry.

All Bill could do was stare back and forth between the necklace and Ted, not knowing how his best friend could still be dancing at a time like this! “Oh, no!” Bill moaned as he sank to his knees, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” The dark-haired teen now had his legs bent, taking the 10 steps the music video demonstrated before turning his body around as fast as lightning.

“Cause this is Thriller!” Ted belted out, catching a quick glance at the floor. “Thriller ni-“It was in that moment he stopped short, seeing that Bill was no longer dancing but instead was on his knees in front of him, picking up and staring at the tiny pieces of something that had fallen to the floor and broke.

“Dude!” Ted gasped. “What happened?” Bill looked up at Ted before slowly making his way back to his feet, still in a slight panic. The blonde teen ran a hand through his hair before explaining the situation. “You accidently broke Missy’s favorite necklace”, Bill explained. Ted smiled his famous lovable grin and gave a slight shrug. He didn’t understand why Bill looked so upset over something so simple. “That’s ok, dude”, he replied. “I still have some birthday money saved up! We can just go to the jewelry store and buy her a new one before she comes home! No one will ever know!”

Bill shook his head as he began pacing around the living room, the whole house having gone silent by now. “You don’t understand, Ted”, Bill told his friend seriously, panic coming over him in little waves more and more with each passing moment. “Missy told me that that necklace goes all the way back to the 1800’s. There’s no way we can get a new one!” With that, Bill slumped down on the couch, putting his head in his hands.

“Bogus!” Ted cried, still taking in the information as he looked down at the shattered pieces of the necklace. Suddenly, Ted spotted something that triggered something in him. Bending down on one knee, Ted slowly and carefully picked up the purple jewel, trying to remember where he had seen it before as he held it in the very fingertips of his thumb and pointer finger. After staring at it for almost a full five minutes, Ted’s eyes grew wide with an idea, a large smile crossing his face as he stood up straight with the stone still clutched in his palm.

“Bill!” Ted exclaimed excitedly. “Why don’t we just go back to the 1800s and find this necklace and bring it back here?” Bill quickly jumped to his feet, now just as excited as his best friend was. “Excellent idea, Ted my friend!” Bill replied, but his smile slightly disappeared until he was frowning again. “But we don’t know which year it comes from”, he added, a touch of disappointment in his voice and with a glance at the old grandfather clock, his feeling of hopelessness only grew. “Besides, there’s no way we can make it back before my dad and Missy get home.”

Ted furrowed his brow, rubbing his free hand along his chin, deep in thought as he paced his best friend’s living room floor, coming to a sudden halt several minutes later with a snap of his fingers. His eyes wide, Ted turned back to Bill again with a happy and yet confused look on his face. “What was that thing that Mr. Ryan was talking about the other day?” Ted asked as he practically bounced on the soles of his shoes as he racked his brain trying to remember it. He started snapping his fingers again in the hope that it would help. “Uhhh….uhhhhh….”

Bill’s eyes grew wide as well. “The British Raj!” he shouted out causing Ted to stop bouncing around. “Yeah!” the brunette exclaimed.

“Excellent! The teens yelled in unison before playing air guitar. “C’mon!” Bill practically grabbed Ted by the arm and started dragging him. “We’ve got no time to lose!”

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