#today actually but at least he did great with his costume

[hauntingmiser]

Day 19

OMG LOCAL CENTAUR AND HER HEADLESS FRIEND SAW THE MOTHMAN! (( REAL ))

Nah jk it was just Tony in his mothman drip

[rr311]

↳ summary katsuki can’t stop visiting his favorite support tool.

¡ a.n ; hey yall! it’s been awhile I know 😔 I don’t have much to say but I will say updates are still gonna be coming slow, i’ve been busy with work and on top of that school so bare with me.! 🙏 hope you guys enjoy.

being a support tool for a pro hero was interesting to say the least. every time and you mean EVERY time he would come into your workshop your co workers would always tease you, whenever he came in with a broken gauntlet, or his belt, or anything for that matter, as soon as he would drop off his gear for you to work on they would tease you, says stuff like “I bet he likes youuuu.” said one “isn’t this his 2nd time coming today? he must really like seeing you~.” said another just smirking shaking your head working on his gauntlet.

you do have to admit, it’s nice being a support tool for a pro hero at that being dynamite. it was cool working on his stuff or even explaining your ideas for his gauntlets or even little gadgets you had in mind, like for his gloves for the winter, when you were explaining it to him you’ve never realized how much he actually listened to you keeping eye contact with you till one of your co workers said something. he doesn’t like admitting stuff but he loves when you talk about ideas that’s just for him. would nod his head in agreement everytime getting lost with your voice..”so for whenever winter comes you’ll have these!. there automatic hand warmer gloves to help you produce more sweat for your explosions. It’s still a project in mind but— dynamite?.” you paused furrowing your eyebrows seeing him stare at you, almost like he’s glaring at you??.

did you say something wrong?!. shit! you probably pissed him off..great work y/n!. while you were mentally cussing yourself out as he was deep in thought…he never liked when people talked his ear off but you? he can make an exception..he loved hearing every single idea you had for his suits or to help him. honestly he could listen to you ramble on and on if he had the chance, he didn’t even notice your panic up until you called his name getting him out his thoughts. “what?.” — “I said did I do anything..? you’re glaring at me.” you nervously chuckled, almost in an instant he cursed to himself. he’s always had this mean resting bitch face, so whenever he’s calm he still looks mad. dynamite shook his head oddly quickly, “no!— I mean no..uh you didn’t.” he cleared his throat. fuck! you furrowed your eyebrows but shook your head looking back down at the glove, “I’ll let you know when the full designed is completed.” you gave a small smile turning back around to place the glove back on your work bench.

some days your co workers would catch on how many times he’s came in, saying one day he came in three times! one was when his belt broke, two is when his gauntlet was malfunctioning and the third..? you don’t think you remember him saying anything about any of his stuff being broken. when you had asked he had this small blush on his cheeks as he tried to explain himself, grinning at him trying to find his words. at first you thought it was cute by how many times he’s came to see you but then you started to get curious, the night where it was just you in your workshop working on your project you heard heavy footsteps approach you from behind. you paused your work lifting your head up, the more the steps came closer the more your grip tightened on the screw driver. your quirk wasn’t as cool as the pro’s but it was very helpful..if a person is atleast 15 feet from you, you can feel there presence and hear their breathing.

as if someone was about to touch you, you whipped around fast pointing the screw driver at the persons neck but once you realized who it was your defenses dropped. “dynamight?.” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. he looked different? instead of his costume he was wearing casual attire, a white t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. you think this is your first time seeing him wear something outside his costume, he was also holding flowers in his hand?. you felt your heart drop but you kept a smile on your face tilting your head, “what are you doing here? It’s late you know.” you chuckled as he sighed nodding his head. “yeah..I just thought I could stop by..” he was nervous. you could tell. you hummed looking back down at the flowers then him, “you’re all dressed up. you got a hot date tonight?.” you teased, though you didn’t want it to be true.

In an instant he shook his head furrowing his eyebrows, “no!. I..no. uh there actually for you..” he said quietly, you raised a brow. “there for me?.” he didn’t say anything but nod his head lifting them for you to grab. they were your favorite too..how did he..? “and there my favorite..” you smiled admiring them, “how did you know?.” dynamight shrugged looking away trying to cover the small blush, “I asked shitty hair.” of course, you shook your head chuckling softly. “dynamight—“ — “katsuki.” you paused. “call me katsuki.” he looked back at you and you swore he had a smile on his face, “katsuki..” It rolled off your tongue in a good way, “well then katsuki, why you get me flowers?.” this was the hard part. admitting he took a liking of you and wanted to ask you out on a date, he went to kirishima for advice since you’re basically his sister and he knows everything about you. though kirishima can be an idiot sometimes he’s actually really good at advice..

he cleared his throat trying to get the right words out. from the silence you gave a soft smile placing the flowers gently down on your desk, grabbing ahold of his hand squeezing it. “you know, you don’t have to tell me anything right now. I won’t force you.” the gentle in your voice could make anyone calm their nerves. it was calming his. he sighed squeezing your back, “well..I want to take you out or something.” — “like a date?.” he nodded his head, you smiled. when he didn’t get an answer he thought you were gonna decline but when he felt you kiss his cheek his eyes went wide, “I would love that.”

“I really would.”

[livelaughlovesubs]

NINIII!! I have a tiny little incy wincy request :3 … ermmm how abt making dazai wear a maid dress and then fucking him afterwards ?? (｡>\\\<｡)

And a little over stimming wouldn’t hurt.. ( ´ཀ` )

Again, sorry if I’m bothering u!! Don’t gotta do this request if u ain’t feeling like it! Have a great day nini, love uuuu!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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Heyyy 🎀 anon! Good to see you again, I haven’t heard a lot from you lately though :< anyway, thanks for the support and the idea, excuse me for a second. JAKOAKSKA DAZAI IN UGHH MAID DRESSES AHHH, SO CUTE OH GODDDD

Dom!reader x sub!character - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, hair pulling, lingerie, role play (master/ servant), touching inappropriately, clothed sex? (A tiny bit)

Edit: this ended up being sexual tension without actually getting to the fucking part - ig it’s cuz I write dick in dick out too often so I like writing the foreplay aspect more :’)

“What’s this?” You asked, curiosity peeked when you saw dazai hiding behind a locked room. He’s been staying there for at least 15 minutes now with the door shut tight, leaving you clueless. “It’s a surprise~!” Whenever you’d ask questions related to whatever he was doing, he’d give the same reply. Did he really need to make this so mysterious? Today wasn’t even a special day, so why was he being silly again?

Defeated, you sighed and simply went to the kitchen to grab something. Then you made your way over to the couch, deciding to wait until he’s ready. There wasn’t much you could do other than this. Another minute passed, and you finally heard the sound of locks getting unlocked. Your eye went immediately to the door, staring with anticipation. To your surprise, it was actually him. It took you a moment to properly grasp the situation.

There he was, standing in the door frame all confident like always. This wouldn’t have been surprising if it weren’t for the nice looking outfit he wore, which was a maid costume? A black top with long sleeves paired with an ankle long skirt in the same colour, as well as a white, pretty extravagant or frilly apron. The apron hung from his shoulders and has been tied around his waist, creating a ribbon behind him. He also had a headband on his head, along with some gloves. The outfit would have looked professional if it weren’t for the many excessive ribbons decorating the dress, like the ones on his sleeves or headband, as well as his heels.

It’d be an understatement to say your jaw dropped and you were flabbergasted. Sure, you had some ideas what he could have being doing in that room, and this idea has come across your mind before. Even so seeing it in person was still shocking to say the least. With his usual confidence he carried himself over to you, which was impressive even if the heels weren’t that tall. He stopped in front of the couch and did a few twirls. The dress fluttered around in an elegant fashion, captivating your attention.

“It looks great..” you whispered, eyeing him up and down. The outfit was really pretty and refined, it gave off high class vibes. “Of course it is, I picked it out for you,” dazai said with a smug look on his face, before kneeling down and resting his head in your lap. Despite the reality, you had troubles believing dazai really brought this. Knowing him, he would have gotten something more erotic instead of settling down for elegance.

For a while, none of you moved. He kept nuzzling against you while you stroke his hair gently. Until you grabbed his wrist and slipped your index finger inside his gloves. “There must be more to why you wore this, no?” The brunette didn’t have an ounce of surprise on his features, he has been expecting such a reaction from you. “There is no deeper meaning to this, did you wish there were some?” At the same time your hand kept advancing, though he let you do so without any resistance. Now you were slowly slipping the glove off of him. Those were latex gloves, how mischievous of him, or should you rather say thoughtful?

You shook the glove in your hand a little, getting rid of the folds. He watched you do so, revealing a moment of vulnerability to you. Making use of that small frame, you suddenly tugged at his hair, making him throw his head back. “Err..?” A small yelp left him, this position made him arch his back too. The headband fell off and his eyes were now glued to your hand holding his glove. Since when was it so close to your lips? It was your dominant hand too.

Slowly, without rushing it, you put on the glove, all while tugging at his hair with your other hand. Then you bit the end of the fabric and pulled it down, wearing it. Your gaze didn’t leave his for a moment. Noticing how he had a slightly dumbfounded expression. “What’s wrong, dazai?” You cooed, though it almost seemed like you were mocking him. Before he could say anything in opposition, you continued, “oh dear, stand up, or the outfit might get dirty.” What a roundabout way of giving him orders.

The male obeyed, standing up slowly and leaving the headband on the floor. With each moment spend here in your presence, the tension seemed to increase. He grabbed the end of his apron, waiting for your instructions, smiling excitingly. “You know you can just order me around, master.” Dazai teased, wanting to push your buttons. This game of tug was balanced, none of you wanted to fold first. “I’m just your maid after all.” He added, now holding the skirt and raising it, giving you a small glimpse of his legs while he bowed. Stockings. You saw stockings. Was he perhaps wearing lingerie underneath it..? It’d make sense, considering how long he took in that damned room.

“Haha..” you chuckled a little, he seems to have caught onto your little challenge. The hint you dropped was too obvious huh? If that’s the case, time to speed things up. Once again you surprised him, this time by grabbing his waist and changing your positions. Pushing him down to sit on the couch while you were hovering above him, pressing a knee against his clothed crotch. “Hmm~! Hey now.. that’s not fair.” He gasped, breathing heavily. “I’m your master, not a fair player.” That answer seems to have shut him up. His hands grabbed your leg, you weren’t sure what he was trying to do. Moving your knee away or pressing it down?

Nevertheless you had to move it out of the way for your next move, so you did that. A disappointment whine followed from the male. “No need to get all needy already, I’m just getting started.” You smirked and your weaker hand held his dress up, revealing the real surprise he had been hiding. “Ops~ I guess you exposed me~?” He grinned, as if he didn’t plan this from the very start. Your prediction was right, he did wore some nice looking undergarments for you. Black lace covered his smooth legs, up until his thighs. From there on it was attached to his panties by a string, all of it black and laced.

“The fabric is pretty uncomfortable you know?” Dazai voice his thoughts, pulling a pitiful facade. Of course you knew what he was implying, which is why you deliberately ignored it. He just loved this power struggle between you two. Even though he knew exactly where his place was, he just wanted to rile you up. Without answering his previous statement, you moved your hand to his back. At least you tried, the apron was preventing you from doing so. That’s why you settled for his sacrum, caressing that part gently before moving lower and groping his butt.

A squeak filled with anticipation escaped him, feeling the latex rub against his skin. Soon the cheeky smile turned into a seductive one, melting with pleasure all due to your touch. His entrance clenching while his dick slowly got hard, rubbing against the cute panties. How he wished to just beg you to fuck him senseless, but that would spoil the fun, no? Yet all this foreplay was making him impatient~ what should he do? In the end, he settled on whispering with a pleading tone, “oh, master, please make this servant dirty.”

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED

Part two!

[valiantphantomangel]

Fic idea for you: You get stuck in an elevator with Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan. After talking for a while one of them accidentally finds out you’re horribly ticklish. Reader is a teenage girl.

BTW I LOVE your fics, they’re so good

A/n: so sorry that this took so long but here it is!! I'm working through every request that was send in so more fics to come in the next weeks!! Not proofread

Bad luck

How in the name of all that's holy did you have the worst luck in the entire solar system, you do not know but there is one thing that you did know.

It sucks.

First your favorite mug handle just broke off when you wanted your morning drink.

That put you in a sour mood but clearly the gods were not done testing your patience yet, you managed to forget your lines not once, not twice, but three times in a row.

And now you were stuck in a God Damm elevator with two of the guys that loved getting on your nerves.

Absolutely wonderful.

"Well it's going to be a while before someone can come and get us so I suggest we just sit tight" Chris Evans mused as he sat down on the ground on your right side and Sebastian on your left.

"Great" i groan as i lean your head against the elevator wall.

"What got you in such a sour mood today?" Sebastian asked as he looked at you.

"You do not wanna know"

"Alright then, continue being moody" he said with a roll of his eyes as he gave you an innocent poke in the side.

At least that's what it was supposed to be, you flinched away from the contact and look between them, hoping they didn't notice.

"What was that?" Chris asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.

"Nothing, just a flinch"

"Oh really? So it wouldn't be that you're actually ticklish?" Sebastian asked with one and the same smirk as he pinched your sides.

A squeal left your mouth and you immediately knew you were screwed.

Chris pulled your upper body towards him, you back against his chest and Seb grabbed your legs and pulled them to his lap, throwing one of his own legs over yours to trap yours.

"Don't you dare!" You say with a nervous giggle. A blush already rising in your neck.

"But I thought you said you weren't ticklish" Chris said with a fake confused expression "We've got to check that" he tasered your side with one hand and with the other pinned your hands against your chest.

"STOPHAHHA ITHAHAHA" you screamed in laughter which only grew louder as Seb started to squeeze your knees.

"Tell you what, when we think that you're done being moody we will let you go" He said as Chris scribbled over your tummy.

"THAT'S NOT FAIRHAHHAHHAHAH"!!!

"I think it is"

The terror duo continued to tickle you to pieces, working together to reduce you into a boneless giggling mess.

Chris suddenly blew a raspberry in your neck which tickled a hell of lot more because he had grown a beard for the movie.

You LOST it, wild cackles pouring from your lips until they turned into breathless hiccups laughs.

They let up and you sink into them, your face red but with a giant smile on your face.

"See, all you needed was some tickles. You look much cuter with such a beautiful smile then with such a grumpy face" Chris teased as he helped you sit up and lean against his chest.

You blushed brightly and hid your face in his neck which both he and Seb smiled at.

"Come on giggles, we still got some work to do but after that we'll have a mandatory movie night with the cast. We'll take over one of Downey's trailers" Seb chuckled before pulling you to your feet.

And just opened the door of the elevator with a click of the button.

"Wait! The elevator wasn't stuck at all!" You exclaimed as you stepped out.

"Of course it wasn't" Chris smirked before the duo walked off.

"Assholes" you grumble but with a smile before you also walk off to the into costume.

How you loved to be a part of the marvel cast.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hello! I hope your day/night is great!! Can I request for kiribaku with a male reader who they found crying in the bathroom because of stress, it was the first time they saw the reader cry because the reader is the type of person who say to others "I'm fine, nothings wrong" when they're actually not fine Take your time btw! <3

Hey! I know I've got a different ask to work on as well but this one just spoke to me today, and I've never been good at doing things in order haha!

Be warned of strong language (Katsuki's a potty mouth) and implied blood, nothing too serious though.

Let me know what you think!

Dynamight and Red Riot were a sight to behold, stampeding through the city as fast as their legs could carry them, away from the scene now under control.

A villain with an incredibly volatile quirk lost their cool in the middle of a busy shopping mall, he would've brought down the whole building if it wasn't for you.

Dynamight and Red Riot had been doing damage control outside the building, trying to get the hundreds of people to safety, they had no idea what you were dealing with inside.

The villain took a hostage, a little girl. You'd been fighting for her life for the past four hours, and though you'd won, you'd had to use more force than you would have wanted too.

That villain is barely clinging to life, the child now safe with the paramedics looking for her parents, but you, you were nowhere to be found.

It was a gruelling hour, waiting to hear from you, until Red Riot got a call from your secretary at the agency building,

You'd stormed in half an hour ago, and hadn't come out of the bathroom.

Your partners burst into the front door of the agency, checking every bathroom they passed before finding the one on the third floor, locked.

"Oi! Get this damn door open or I'll blast outta the damn wall!"

"Bakugo, chill." Kirishima placated, fighting to catch his breath after the all-out sprint to your side. "He doesn't need you yelling at him right now."

Bakugo forced himself to take a deep breath, forced himself to reign in the fear of whatever could be wrong with you. Images of you sitting at the edge of the sink, trying to stitch up your own wounds flashed through his mind. You'd done it before, and had the gall to smile sheepishly at him the whole time.

Kirishima stepped up to the door, placing a gentle hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Please let us in, baby. We just wanna make sure you're okay. You know he'll do it."

It would not be the first time Katsuki caused property damage for his boyfriends.

Eijirou tenses as he heard footsteps on the other side of the door, the boots you wore for work were sturdy, it amazed him how you could tread so softly in them.

The door eased open, but you remained out of sight until they both stepped through the door, and you slammed it shut and locked it again.

Katsuki audibly gasped at the sight of you, covered in dust and soot, thankfully no blood, but...

Streaks of tears cleaved paths through the dirt caked on your cheeks, your eyes, bloodshot and glassy, continued to pour crystalline tears, sticking to your eyelashes.

For a beat, your boyfriends are frozen. Years, years they've known you, through UA, into the pro-Hero world.

Never, never have you shed a single tear.

Or at least, not in front of them.

"Oh...oh baby." Eijirou is immediately in comfort mode, but he doesn't quite know which approach to take with you. Did you want space, to talk about it?

To your surprise, it's Katsuki who steps up with no hesitation and yanks you into his arms, gauntlets clattering to the floor as he threw his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

You whined, buried your face in your neck, clinging to the material of his costume. His grip was tight, almost too tight, and exactly what you needed, grounding you in reality, in him, from where you'd been drifting in your worst regrets.

"You did good." He whispered softly, nuzzling into your hair. "You did so good, hero."

You stopped holding back the tremors, and Eijiro was soon at your back, enveloping you both in his big arms, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you until the shaking stopped.

You lifted your head, coming face to face with Katsuki's blazing crimson eyes. He tutted at you, painfully gentle as his thumb wiped the tear tracks off your cheek.

"Tch, asshole, even when you're cryin' you're the prettiest son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen."

"Katsuki!" Eijiro chuckled even as he scolded your explosive boyfriend.

"What?" Katsuki huffed at Eijiro, cradling the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your other cheek. "I'm not wrong, see!"

Katsuki spun you around to face your other boyfriend, and you could already feel yourself smiling at their antics. Katsuki has a way of making the worst situation feel...no so bad.

He's obnoxious, but, consistent.

Eijiro, sweet, big teddy bear Eijiro, leaned down to press kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, until he'd kissed away anything remotely resembling tears. "Yup, still handsome."

By now, you can't hold back a smile, and you wouldn't want to anyway. "Thank you."

"What're you thankin' us for? You did the ass kicking!" Katsuki announced proudly, wrapping both arms around you to rest his head on your shoulder. "Seriously, babe, you did good."

You took a deep breath, let yourself lean into him. Eijiro smoothed your hair down, cradling one of your hands to his lips to kiss your bruised knuckles.

It'd take some convincing to get you to let go of the guilt, you held yourself to impossible standards, your boyfriend's know that about you.

Luckily, you're dating the two most determined men on this Earth, determined to love you, tears and all, men who think no less of you whether you announce your feelings to the world, or tuck them away to yourself.

"Let's get you home, hero."

[frozenjokes]

I’m Really Sorry About The Whole ‘Crush On My Alter Ego’ Thing, But We Could Still Totally Make This Work

Grian woke up early to a harsh alarm as he had every day since Scar’s.. confession..

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but it probably would in an hour or two, so Grian wasted no time getting right on his morning routine. Which is to say. Doom scrolling for at least an hour before actually getting up. Though before choosing one of many social media platforms to waste his time with, he checked his texts, expecting to find a meme or work schedule change from Cub, and instead:

Good morning sunshine👊👊👊👊👊!!! ❤️ Time to get ready for another day of stopping crime and KICKING ASS👉👊👊‼️⚡️⚡️⭐️✨✨💥💥💥💥 I would say I hope you slept well.. but I KNOW you did and that your going to have a certifiably SLAY DAY⭐️💥⭐️💥⚡️⚡️⚡️ I just wanted YOU to know that your killing it (👊👊👊👊👊👊) and you’re awesome and very cute😳 like cUtEgUy you know and everyone loves you❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️Me included!! Can’t wait to see you today🫵🫵👊👊🫡💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 *dhoots arrow* HOTGUY

It went on for quite a bit longer, but Grian had seen enough actually, and consequently was no longer inclined to stay awake. This would be a problem for future Grian.

Future Grian was not very happy with past Grian when he woke up a few hours later, stumbling in his disoriented state to the kitchenette for coffee. Cub was at the kitchen table scrolling through his phone, and once Grian had the presence of mind to interrogate him, he pulled up the text, shoving his phone in Cub’s face.

“What is this. Did you have something to do with this? Did you write this for him? That’s probably something you’d do. What’s your prerogative here?”

Cub took a long moment to read, a small smile creeping across his face before outright laughing, “Oh, this is great.” Cub gently took Grian’s phone to keep reading, adjusting his glasses, “It just keeps going. How long do you think he spent typing this?”

“I don’t know! I don’t care! What the hell am I supposed to do? Why is he even texting me in the first place?”

“I’m failing to see how this is a big deal. He’s probably just sorry about the Micah thing and this is how he’s chosen to express that. Oh- here. ‘You don’t have to worry about seeing Micah again because I killed him. He’s gone.-‘ several explosions emojis ‘-I also tried to kill HotGuy but when I brought it up to one of my buddies who’s in with the higher ups he said No No Definitely Not Do Not Bring This Up To Anyone Else Ever For Your Own Safety so I’m feeling a little bit more insecure about my place in the world but that’s okay! I mean I know my life has always been in the hands of government doctors but I didn’t actually think through those implications until right now. You know me though, I’ll just keep doing my best! HaHa!’ Oh god. That’s a lot more text with very few emojis. Do these things not have character limits? I don’t think he’s okay actually. This just keeps going.”

“The- Okay, how am I supposed to be upset at him after you just read all that out to me? This is not fair. Can we just put that aside for later because how the fuck am I supposed to look at Scar in even remotely the same way after Micah- You can not possibly understand, Cub, I told Micah everything. We like- connected! And it was just fucking HotGuy the whole time! The guy I can’t fucking stand!”

“Out of costume I think he prefers you just call him Scar.”

“Okay. Sure. Fine. Scar fucked my brain! How can he even expect me to look at him the same way! He just let me think for all that time he was a different guy! Do you know how crazy that is? He talked shit ABOUT HIMSELF constantly! He tricked me!” Still, after a whole week to think about it, Grian couldn’t make sense of that. That he had met someone, made a real connection with a real person, but he hadn’t, not actually, because all of it was a facade. It was just Scar. But it didn’t feel like just Scar- it felt like Micah. Micah, who was just an act. Micah who he’d never see again. And maybe that hurt the most. That he’d lost someone like that. That he’d lost a friend. Someone who he thought might be able to be more than a friend.

“If it helps I think he has serious enough issues with his identity that he was not just ‘Scar but playing a character.’ Micah was a different person to him, I think.”

“Yeah.” Grian’s shoulders sagged, the idea not much of a comfort, “That. I got some idea of that. He was asking me a lot of questions about alter egos when-“ Grian cut himself off to groan loudly, “This is so stupid. This is so stupid. He needs to go directly to therapy for weeks at a time so I don’t have to see him for at least another month.”

Cub shrugged, “Maybe it would be good for you to see him. Maybe you should go in today.”

“How would this help me.” Grian glared, but Cub wasn’t looking up, still reading-

“I don’t know,” Cub said, setting Grian’s phone down on the table to return his focus to his own coffee, “I just kinda want you to.”

“Seriously.”

“I do. You’ve both been a bit of a wreck all week, maybe this’ll clear the air. And unless you plan on never speaking to Scar again, which is not practical for your work or your home life, you’re going to have to tear the bandaid off at some point. If he wants to apologize, you should let him say what he has to say at the very least. You don’t have to forgive him.”

“You- Are you in on this? I think you’re in on this.”

“I didn’t know about the text. Honestly, the majority of that message comes off as very.. in the moment. I don’t think that was planned. But he has a plan. No idea what. He wouldn’t tell me. It’ll probably be funny though.”

“So do you want this to fix me or do you want to laugh at me?”

Cub waved a hand dismissively, not looking up from his coffee. “I want to laugh at Scar.”

“Great.”

“You should go to work though.”

“I know your motives, Cub.”

Cub only shrugged. “Yeah, but I’m also just curious. I want to know what he does. Don’t you? Wouldn’t it be sad if he planned some sort of big I’m Sorry event for you and you never showed?”

“This is extremely appealing to me.”

“But then you’ll never know what it was. Or if it even happened at all.”

“Scar will text you.”

“He might not.”

Grian scoffed. “If you want to see what Scar has done so badly then you can go and see it for yourself.”

“You think security would let me in?” Cub looked a bit too excited by that idea, the kind of expression that crossed his face holding Great Intention. Always a terrifying look on Cub, and definitely not something to be encouraged lest he get himself arrested.

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

Cub deflated (a great relief), but didn’t budge on his prior sentiment. “You should go.” Grian rolled his eyes.

“Well I am going, I want to go, but I'm not trying to see any of Scar. If he wants to talk to me he can chase me down. I’m not playing into anything he has planned.”

“Oh,” Cub blinked, then looked back at his phone, “Great. My job’s done then.”

“You are in on this!”

“I maintain my innocence. Hope it’s a good day though.”

“It won’t be.”

“If you say so.”

Grian rolled his eyes, taking his coffee off the maker and heading back to his room. He dressed in his underclothes, grabbed his bag, then headed out with a passing goodbye. Cub’s focus was elsewhere anyway, getting ready for his own work. One day Cub would be able to quit that damn job. Now that Grian had he means, he was going to make sure of it.

…

With the ample warning, Grian made sure to steer completely clear of his and Scar’s offices. He intended on lingering here as little as possible, only dropping in to change and collect a radio.

Apparently Scar had anticipated this.

“Well hello there!”

Grian didn’t catch more than a glance of him before slamming the public office door closed, but had to open it again seconds later because what the fuck was Scar wearing.

Scar had laid himself out over the center desk, dressed head to toe in the most garishly abhorrent green crop top, booty shorts, and sparkly jewelry Grian had ever seen all on top of his uniform. ‘IM SORRY’ was written across the chest in neon pink fabric marker chicken scratch, a miserable failure at matching CuteGuy’s colors. The entire outfit clashed so horribly that Grian couldn’t help but stare, for a moment too long apparently because Scar took this as an invitation to continue speaking.

“CuteGuy! I had a rose for you, but you took your sweet ass time getting here and I got bored, so I ate it instead. You know how there’s rose flavored candy and shit? Does not taste like the flower. Would not recommend. Actually!” Scar rolled over onto his stomach, kicking his legs, and Grian choked on a snort when he saw the text across Scar’s ass said ‘WHORE.’ “I was trying to spit it out, you know, and I’m pretty sure my saliva is purple now. It turned my water purple. I might have poisoned myself.”

Grian found himself stuck between bafflement and a laugh, but he refused to show Scar he was any amount amused by this display, his voice stilted in suppression when he finally spoke. “Give me. A radio.”

“Sure thing!” Scar plucked one off the dock, spinning it in his fingers before tossing it across the room. Grian caught it, turning on his heel to leave. “Hey! Where are you going?”

Grian didn’t feel the need to answer, shutting the door behind himself as he went, but it wasn’t long because he heard the tip-taps of Scar’s boots behind him, not running, but certainly trying his best to catch up.

“Did you see my message this morning?”

“I saw it.”

“Did you see the part where I asked to take you to lunch?”

“No.”

“Do you want to go to lunch then? Later, obviously. You don’t even have to go with me!”

Grian scoffed through a chuckle, rolling his eyes. Ridiculous. “No thanks.”

“I thought so. That’s okay! Maybe another time! I’m going to go now, but it was nice to see you, CuteGuy!”

Grian frowned, not responding or turning around. If Scar wanted to dress like an idiot, that was his prerogative. Grian wasn’t going to be the one to stop him. He had actual work to be doing.

…

Grian liked how often he got to fly in this line of work. CuteGuy the villain didn’t fly anywhere; he laid low, he scouted the streets from roofs of buildings, he stuck to the shadows. ‘Grian’ didn’t fly much either, not without a reason. Sometimes he’d fly just like anyone would go for a walk, but he liked doing something, he liked having places to go. As much as he loathed superhero culture- and the whole damn city for that matter- he loved this.

It wasn’t unusual for a crowd to gather at the scene of a fight or crime, but maybe Grian should have known that a crowd this large, this dense, was a red flag. It had been a couple hours since he’d set off into the city, so his guard was down, he was in the zone. He had just assumed someone was hurt. That people were trying to help or panicking. Clearing the crowd revealed otherwise.

Scar was laying on the sidewalk, still wearing his clashing clothes, signing a book from a fan before shooing them away while looking distinctly like the two of them were in on some sort of inside joke. He.. didn’t have his legs.

“CuteGuy!” Scar swooned, drawing a gloved hand across his forehead, “I have fallen and I can not get up! I need a handsome and capable superhero to assist me!”

Grian cringed, but despite the majority of people having backed up, no one seemed to actually have left, encircling the both of them in a tight barrier. Scar knew plenty well how their fans felt about the two of them, (Grian had stumbled upon some.. choice pieces of fanart before) and he’d never miss an opportunity to tease under the scrutiny of eager eyes. Though, there was something beautifully normal about that; the teasing, the invitation of banter. The kind of normalcy you long for, even when things aren’t well. (Even when Micah was never real, even after you lost a friend.)

“You’re plenty capable. This is a severe waste of my time.” Grian flapped his wings, not intending on leaving, just needing more space from the onlookers.

Scar watched him carefully, delight dancing across his face when he realized that Grian was going to stay. “Well of course, of course, but going all that distance walking on my hands? No no, I don’t think so! I don’t even want to think about the kinds of calluses I’d get! And it would take hours.”

“Serves you right. Did you make sure that call only wired to me?” Grian huffed, making a grand show of his annoyance since Scar couldn’t see the roll of his eyes. And.. well.. he couldn’t quite help himself with the crowd. Everyone gets a kick out of dramatics sometimes. “Where’d your legs run off to anyway?”

“Oh! Funny story! The Goat took them.”

“You paid him to do that?”

“That would have been a really good idea! But no. He just happened to see me, and after laughing at me for like ten minutes he said ‘iF yOu aRen’t uSinG thEsE tHen I wiLL’ like he does, you know him. It was a little ominous actually. I’m a bit worried. My doctors are going to be pissed when they find out, so personally, I would rather be delivering this news with legs in hand.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah. It’s not ideal. If it wasn’t already clear, I’m going to need help getting them back.”

“I hope you know how unbelievably a ‘you problem’ this is because I am not helping. Good luck hunting him down. First I’d recommend calling someone to bring you your chair.”

“No!” Scar jolted upright, proving just how capable he was of not laying pathetically on the concrete, “I want you! Look, look at me. Listen. Close your eyes.”

Grian made a face, scoffing to hide the hint of amusement that was threatening to show in his expression. “Do you want me to look at you or do you want me to close my eyes.”

“Listen. Imagine. HotGuy and CuteGuy: Dynamic Duo-!”

“This sounds awful.”

“-I’m up on your shoulders, we’re infiltrating The Goat’s home base together! You’re punching bad guys and I’m shooting my bow from above-“

“And how do you think you’re going to hang on, huh?” Grian interrupted, tapping his foot.

“Obviously I’d-“ Scar moved, seeming to realize too late he didn’t have the legs he was planning on using. This did not deter him, a sharp smirk splitting his smile, “Velcro!”

Grian snorted despite himself, “Yeah. That’d be perfect, wouldn’t it. I foresee zero issues.” With a great irritation that gripped him out of nowhere, Grian was suddenly aware of other voices, the crowd, speaking loudly amongst themselves. Someone started to chant his name. Another chanted ‘Velcro!’ That caught on much faster. Grian flapped his wings far more aggressively when the crowd began to close in, hitting civilians out of his personal bubble, but this didn’t seem to be very effective, anxiety crawling under his skin as the attention started to be too much. Scar seemed to notice, but despite his efforts to control the onlookers, they were too rowdy, too caught up in their excitement to listen.

“Goodbye.” Grian hissed, straining to be heard, and Scar half-shrugged, a possible attempt at apology.

“So that’s a no, then? You’ll fetch my legs at least, will you?”

“No.” Grian beat his wings hard, forcing civilians out of his way and prepping to take off.

“Oh! Okay! Have a nice day then!”

Grian was gone before he could hear another word, before any other body could brush the backs of his wings. Anger painfully out of proportion boiled in his stomach, spilling out and staining the rest of his insides in its pulsing fire. He wasn’t angry at Scar. Well. He could certainly blame Scar, luring him around and speaking like that, stoking the fire of fans who adored the both of them, but Grian hadn’t minded the show, he hadn’t even cared all too much that he’d been tricked, not when the resulting interaction felt so.. normal. He liked an act. He liked being CuteGuy. So why was he so upset? And maybe that was it. He was just angry for no reason, and that made him angrier, because despite everything, despite trying so damn hard, he was still broken.

He could punch someone about it. He wanted to punch someone about it. Cub wouldn’t want him to.

So he flew instead. Flew like he liked, fast and far and high until the air was too thin, then let himself fall, playing games with his life as he hurtled through the sky before catching himself under spread wings and doing all of it over again. Eventually he got tired. Eventually he had to stop. But the aftermath of a senseless episode still buzzed under his skin, nearly as unpleasant as the burn that caused it. Grian could feel it. He could feel it under his skin. He wanted to tear it out. He wanted to fly, exhaust himself until he couldn’t feel anything at all, but he was too tired, so instead he found himself gliding to Cub’s workplace. He didn’t know where else to go.

“CuteGuy-“ Cub’s manager was frightened by his sudden entrance, stumbling through the front door aggressively enough to rattle the attached bell into senseless noise.

“Hello Diane.”

“How do-“ but Grian cut her off with a frustrated groan, not caring to listen as he dragged himself to the back. Cub looked even more startled to see him than his manager did, though surprise quickly melted into concern when Grian collapsed into a pile of cardboard boxes. He grunted. They were not as soft as they looked.

“Ah CuteGuy, friend of HotGuy who I am friends with and know for this reason- it’s fine Diane, it’s fine, let me just- I can handle it.” Grian heard the soft arguing from the doorway, but didn’t care to say anything. He didn’t care to think. He just wanted to be better.

Eventually the door closed.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Cub’s hand flew to his shoulder and Grian viscerally cringed, lips parting in silent discomfort until the hand was swiftly drawn back, “I’m sorry. Do you need me to call an ambulance? Are you okay? You’re not okay.”

“I’m not hurt,” Grian mumbled, narrowing his eyes against Cub’s panicked expression in his peripherie. “Angry. Stupid.”

Cub jolted in his recognition, gears shifting immediately. “Scar, then. Was it Scar? I mean, I can’t say I haven’t been keeping tabs on the news- social media, the like. I’ve seen more than a few videos- people are going kinda nuts over nothing in my opinion but- It was too much. I’ll tell Scar to stop bugging you, he’ll stop.”

“It’s not Scar. I don’t care about Scar.”

Cub made a bit of a face, enough for Grian to tell he wasn’t so sure about that, but Cub didn’t voice the thought, instead asking, “What happened?”

“Nothing happened. Nothing.”

“Is- I’m struggling a little with the tone, man.”

“I don’t know! I was fine, I was kinda having fun and then I just wasn’t and out of nowhere everything just sucked and I was so mad and that’s not supposed to happen to me! Nothing happened and I wanted to rip out my hair and punch things and I didn’t, but now I just feel stupid! Why is my brain so fucking dumb.”

Grian let his head drop, face down in a pile of cardboard, but Cub didn’t move, intense in his silence. Eventually he sat down, right on the floor. “I need to break these down anyway,” he hummed, almost subconsciously as he leaned to grab something off his desk. The next couple minutes were filled with the sound of a boxcutter against tape and cardboard. It wasn’t awful.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Cub asked, not much more than a whisper. Not like he was sad or anything either, just focused on the task at hand.

“Okay,” Grian mumbled, the word coming out entirely indecipherable as anything but a noise of assent.

“I think you were nervous this morning. I think maybe you had an alright day, but got overwhelmed near the end. You can be having a good time and still get overwhelmed. There were a lot of people around you from what I could tell; it looked kinda claustrophobic.”

“But I didn’t- I didn’t care. It was like a switch in my brain just flipped! No build up!”

“Sometimes that’s how it happens. Sometimes there is build up and you just don’t notice until it’s too late. It’s not always so simply defined. There’s not always a reason. And there doesn’t have to be. You’re not regressing because you had a bad day, Grian. You’re not stupid.”

“I feel awful.”

Out of the corner of Grian’s eye, he saw Cub nod. “Yeah. I get it.” Cub continued with the boxes and Grian didn’t speak, only shuffling a little to grant easier access to the few he was laying on. But Cub stopped almost abruptly after breaking down one box, the room blanketed in a meaningful silence. “Have I told you yet? How damn proud of you I am?”

The question jolted Grian out of his daze. He didn’t know what to say. How to respond. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Of course you have. You’ve been dealt a pretty shitty hand of cards, but you haven’t stopped working with them. You haven’t given up. And you have your moments, you have bad weeks, bad months, but you still pick yourself back up at the end of today. I think you’ve grown. I don’t think Grian from a couple months ago would have walked away from the crowd and taken his anger somewhere better. I don’t think Grian from a couple months ago would have come to me. I respect you, Grian. You’ve come so damn far. I’m proud of you.”

Grian shook his head. “I haven’t done anything. It’s all you. I don’t pick myself up at all, you’re just pushing me back on my feet.”

“I haven’t known a single person that overcomes any of these kinds of challenges without support. That doesn’t make you any less capable, Grian. You’re still standing on your own two feet. I am proud of you.”

Discomfort burned in Grian’s chest. Cub didn’t get it. He didn’t understand. “It’s all for you. I’m only here because of you.”

“Having a strong motivator doesn’t discount all the hard work you’ve put in for yourself. You want to be better, Grian. You give your blood, sweat, and tears to make it happen. I’m not just dragging you along. You go to therapy and work your ass off. You keep track of your meds. You make the decision to walk away when all of you wants to haul off and kick someone’s shit in. You do it. You. And maybe most impressively, every time you fail, get arrested, relapse into old behavior, you peel yourself right off the concrete and try again. And there’s nothing harder than that. So that’s why I’m proud. That’s why I will always be proud. You’re a good man, Grian. You’re good.”

Grian didn’t know what to do with that. A soft chill rippled through his form, shaking him in his entirety despite its gentle nature. All of him felt so heavy. His lungs were full of lead.

“Can I have a hug?” A meek question, but he didn’t care.

“Of course.”

Cub’s touch sent another wave of coolness riding through his veins, contracting his muscles, making him sick and heavy and limp. And then, slowly, a steady march that began in his chest and spread outward; warmth. A soft, perfect warmth. The kind of love that could make anyone believe they were something to be proud of.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 68 (A House Fire with No Fire on Spooky Party Day?!)

While Heather and Conrad got ready for guests to arrive, Malcolm sent a few pictures of Ash dressed in his bunny costume. Going trick or treating in the building today, he reported. Heather smiled.

Glad you're all having fun, she wrote back. Civility with her son's father could be nice.

Focused on the party, Heather was determined to redeem herself after her botched attempt to throw a Spooky Day party back in high school. This time, she made sure to note it was a costume party, and all her guests confirmed they'd show up dressed accordingly!

Her youngest sister, Hazel, arrived early with her fiancee, Nicola. They were staying the night in the upstairs guestroom, excited for a short getaway on the coast before their upcoming wedding.

"The decorations look great!" Hazel gushed. "Spooky record player!"

"Does anyone smell fire?" Nicola sniffed the air. "I hate fire."

"I don't smell anything," said Conrad. The only thing he smelled was his spinach and cheese omelet.

They went about the afternoon and finished setting up for the party. Conrad left for a short walk with Gord, and the fire Nicola smelled finally materialized in the bedroom! Heather, Hazel, and Nicola ran toward the flame, screaming incoherently, until Heather finally grabbed an extinguisher and put out the blaze.

From the delayed fire, they suffered damage to a bathroom countertop, mirror, Heather and Conrad's bed, and a bedside table. A cluster of wall hangings also burned, but considering how long the flames had burned invisibly, they were grateful the damage hadn't been any worse!

(I assume the lack of a visible fire for so long was a glitch, but I'm also at a loss as to how it started. They lost a decor hairdryer in the blaze, but it doesn't even plug in. Sorry for walls down in the second shot when the fire finally showed up, but I was kinda flabbergasted!

The fire actually looks like it started in the bedroom - I thought bathroom at first, so we could blame the Scare Seeker lot trait which was on when the fire began! Also yes I bought a bassinet in anticipation before they lost the baby and it's just sitting there waiting. Didn't burn!)

They managed to replace the damaged furniture, clean up, and get changed into their costumes before guests arrived. Conrad had time to finish the spooky cookies, and Heather handed out candy to a few trick or treaters. One in particular made her smile.

"What planet are you from, Master Yoda?"

"Everyone knows Yoda's home planet has never been confirmed," scoffed the masked child. Impressed, Heather gave her extra candy.

Just like in high school, Heather painted herself blue to dress as a Twi'lek, determined this time to get at least one picture of herself for all the effort. She was all dressed up and prepping some last minute treats in the kitchen when Conrad the Sexy Mailman walked in.

"Say, there, sexy alien lady. Did you have any mail you need delivered?" He shook his hips in his tight bicycle shorts, and Heather nearly abandoned the stove to drag him to the bedroom.

"Don't tempt me. This blue paint will get everywhere."

Instead, they posed for a couple photos to send back to Malcolm.

Tell Ash we say hi. Happy Spooky Day!

Heather carved pumpkins as guests arrived, while Conrad challenged one of his coworkers to a game of chess. They'd invited all Heather's siblings, but Kris and Holly were busy with their newborn daughter, Tetra, and couldn't make it.

But Uncle Karl arrived in a gladiator suit with his husband Mortimer. "They send their love and asked us to bring home some spooky cookies and candy!"

Heather's high school friend, Dylan, arrived with her husband Gavin, and Heather greeted them with a smile. Gavin's rented spacesuit made for an awkward hug, and Dylan showed up in the same Twi'lek costume and blue body paint as Heather. "I'm so glad you could make it. And you got my text!"

"I don't know why you were afraid to wear such a revealing costume by yourself. You look great! But I have come all the way from the planet Ryloth to join you here on Simlandia for the evening's festivities. I look forward to observing human behaviour in such a strange environment."

Heather laughed. "How's life with two kids under four?"

"Way harder than life with just Pearl," said Gavin. "Whenever Darrell cries, she starts crying, too. Thank goodness her mom agreed to watch the kids tonight. If Dylan and I don't let our hair down a little, we might go insane."

"He's exaggerating...kinda. We love them, but we're happy to get out of the apartment for a while," said Dylan, sipping her Spooky Day-themed 'blood' cocktail.

River and Cass showed up with her mother Bella Goth, and Everett danced the night away with Spencer. Even Heather's parents, Daisy and Neal, stayed until late.

Taking a break from dancing to Latin Pop tunes blasting from the Grimophone, Everett joined Heather outside. She was carving a pumpkin and enjoying the temperate evening, and Heather's costume nearly knocked him over with nostalgia. "You still look incredible in blue paint. Hope you got some pictures this time."

"This was a much more successful Spooky Day party than my first attempt, thank you very much."

"You and Conrad are great hosts."

They caught one another up on their sons and laughed together in the moonlight, but after everything they'd been through, and where they were in their lives now, their high school kiss under the stars was a distant memory.

"It's funny, you and Malcolm both dressed up as pirates this year. And Malcolm Landgraab as a pirate is just...there's this old story about a pirate queen who cursed the Landgraabs," she said.

(I put Malcolm in a pirate costume on purpose, Everett just appreciates giving me symbolism with Heather's two past loves dressed in the same costume that happens to remind her of the curse she fears will harm her son!)

"I'm not a fan of Malcolm Landgraab, but I trust in the Watcher far too much to put any stock in curses."

Heather shook off the conversation. A priest couldn't talk to her about curses or raising the dead. For the first time in her life, she couldn't talk to her best friend. She glanced through the kitchen window, where Conrad was chatting with Bella Goth. These days, he was the person she could tell everything.

Before he stood to head back inside, Everett smiled. "It's nice to know you know how to throw a costume party, after all," he teased. Heather laughed to herself.

Though she'd worn the same costume as she did back in high school, she was such a different person now. ->

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[danfrik]

IT IS I, ONCE AGAIN.

Did'ya miss me? Probably not, anyway.

I'm here with another drawing that I kind of procrastinated to finish until today-

It took me like five hours to finish what I already had started...

But whatever, welcome again to my impulsive (and kind of stupid) little brain, I'm going to talk about this and you will read everything.

⚠️Minor/Major Spoilers Ahead⚠️

First things first.

I want to make clear that, yes, Miles and Phoenix switched bodies just like Aziraphale and Crowley did.

Those marks on Phoenix's face? Let's just say that that one headcanon about holy water tears is a thing here (because I'm a sucker for angst).

I also want to point out some details about the switch thing because... well, I just want to talk about every little detail, let me cook.

• On Good Omens (the TV show, of course), Crowley (as Aziraphale) has an ice cream while Aziraphale (as Crowley) has a popsicle, but here I decided to be special and reverse that because, honestly, I see Phoenix being more of a popsicle guy, and Miles more of an ice cream type of man, don't ask me why.

(Also, I gave Miles a strawberry ice cream with sprinkles and Phoenix a grape popsicle, I'm sure you know why.)

(Because Miles likes pink and Phoenix likes "grape juice", that's why.)

• One of the things that I did to make the switch slightly more obvious is the frown, more specifically Miles' frown, the old "Edgeworth glare™️".

So, no matter how hard Miles is pretending to be Phoenix, we cannot take away his glare. On the other hand, Phoenix is really expressive (even behind those shades, yes), so he'll try to keep it either slightly neutral or keep that rest bitch expression (did I say that right?).

I mean... he is pretending to be Miles, y'know?

• Other thing that I did was change Phoenix's clothes while Miles is pretending to be him.

Gave him a waistcoat and his tie back because, of course, Miles thinks they suit Phoenix just fine (and he is absolutely right) and because he could never dress like a basic bitch, he is a classy bitch after all.

Oh, and I gave Phoenix a little handkerchief, like I said, Miles is a classy bitch... with questionable fashion sense *stares at his jabot*.

And, not gonna lie, Phoenix has no fashion sense, at all, the only reason he slays like he does in his usual outfit, is because he takes Miles' advice every now and then, but if it were for him he would wear crocs with socks (I mean, based, I do that too).

• Oh, I almost forgot about a tiny detail.

Miles also managed to brush Phoenix's little flick of hair, you know that one.

He likes to be presentable, no hair out of place.

• Phoenix didn't change anything of Miles, he is perfect as it is (jabot and all, I guess).

Now that I covered those little details, I can proceed to talk about other things >:)

Actually, is more of the same topic anyway.

The whole switching bodies trick, that is.

Aside from the details about costume and mannerisms, I want to talk about both sides.

How Phoenix will act in heaven and Miles in hell?

I picture it kind of like this:

For Miles side, pretending to be Phoenix is not as difficult as he would've thought, at least for the bantering and body language part.

Quite surprisingly, he does pretty great, the only difficult part might be the facial expressions, but he managed to not catch anyone's attention anyway.

Like in the TV show (Good Omens, I mean), Miles exaggerates little things about Phoenix, like being a bit more dork, maybe even a bit nonchalant or flamboyant, slightly dramatic but not too much.

Now for Phoenix, it is kind of difficult for him to not react at the petty coments and keep a neutral face but he manages, though his eyes speak for him, of course.

He keeps this solemn atitude, even spoke with the same flourishness that Miles tends to speak with, and bows before the Archangels.

Not that he wants to, but he knows that Miles does that out of respect for any higher being.

His body is mostly stiff, not daring to make any sound unless necessary, he only dared to glare when the hellfire came and when they insulted Miles.

Miles, much like Aziraphale, played with the holy water, splashing just enough so it won't reach anyone but also enough so no one would dare to get close to him.

Also joked around and asked for a rubber duck and a towel (and almost dared to ask for some scented candles).

"Y'know? It is quite relaxing being like this, it feels refreshing, a demon could get used to this."

With Phoenix is quite similar as to how Crowley messed a little with the Archangels, but he didn't stay silent.

He took a deep breathe once he was on the fire, did the "breathing fire" trick as well, and made a little joke, as if taunting them for not being able to destroy Miles nor him.

"I've been to hell recently, it was really lovely if you ask me, warm and cozy... you'd like it."

And so, both sides let them go and switch back again.

Leading to a small talk about both sides leaving them alone for a while, the not-apocalypse, the "antichrist" and all that.

Of course, finishing with that date- I mean, dinner at the Ritz, cheering for the world while a nightingale sings not so far away.

Oh, and I want to add a little thing too!

When they stand up from the bench, after switching again, I kind of want Phoenix to make a little joke about his own name, kind of like:

"I'm gonna be honest with you, angel, I really felt like I raised from the ashes back there."

"Must you be so foolish all the time?"

"Aw, c'mon, you think it's funny, I can see you holding back!"

"Nonsense, I would never consider funny that ridiculous and foolish joke of yours..."

[Spoilers: He did]

Anyway, I think that's all, at least for now.

Thanks again if you have read all the way down, if you didn't... well, that's understandable, but thank you anyways!

Hope you have a nice day, stranger!

[mobbu-min]

☆ rawr XD ☆

(ft. vil, rook, azul, riddle)

requested by @trixiegalaxy

Can I request TWST headcanons with a female S/O doing this bear prank (from the anime, Acchi Kocchi) to Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle.

It's April Fools Day at NRC, and S/O gets Crowley's permission to dress up as a bear, go around the different dorms, and try to scare everyone. What would be Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle's reaction to this? Would they get scared or not, and would any of them join in the fun?

a/n at first I thought you meant like an actual realistic custome, but after watching that video it all clicked lol

tw: cursing, vomit, some suggestive stuff in rook's part

 “It’s more cute than anything,” Ace muttered, staring at your furry bear costume in confusion. There were plenty of things he witnessed in his short time at NRC and even more with you beside him and this wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see. Standing up, he flicked at the puffy tail, “How are you supposed to scare anyone with this?”

 Pouting, you placed your pawed hands on your hips, “I have my ways!”

  “Your face is on display, dummy. You’re not those damn twins,” Grim deadpanned. Flopping down on his side.

 To this, Ortho perked up from his spot at your side, “Don’t worry, Ace Trappola and Grim! I made sure to cover that feature when I was making this!”

 “Yeah! Ortho pulled out all the stops!” You grinned mischievously.

 Ace and Grim watched you click a button at your paw and the opening for your face was instantly covered with metal coverings with brown fur and a muzzle. Two glowing orbs replacing your bright eyes. The strange resemblance to your temporary dad is outstanding. 

 “RAWR!” You screeched, jumping up to try to intimidate them. 

 Tilting his head, Ace mumbled, “Yeah, it's way more cute than scary.”

 “You’d have to be blind to get scared.”

  Stomping your foot, you pointed at them and declared, “Just you watch! I’m going to be so scary, I’m going to get Animal Control called on me!”

 Running out the door, Ace winced as you collided with the door. Standing back up, you did what he could only decipher to be you flipping him off and marched out the front door. Muttering something about ‘being surrounded by fake love’ and ‘the world being your hater’.

 Shaking his head, he mumbled, “We should go after them, huh?”

 “Yup! From my calculations the percentage of Animal Control being called on them is quite low, but facing death isn’t!” Ortho chirped. 

 “Just great.”

☆☆☆

Vil Scheonheit <3

⋆ You really expect the Vil Schoenheit to scream? 

⋆ Then you must not know him at all. Jeez, he has more class than that. 

⋆ Literally gives you the blandest reactions. He just raises his slim brow and gives you a look that radiates ‘Really?’

 “Who made this?” Vil scrutinized, picking up your arm to touch the soft fur. 

⋆ Though, he will applaud you for trying. It takes a ton of guts to walk around in that. 

 “Ortho!” You chirped, your voice muffled from the bear mask. Spinning around, you posed cutely, stars and hearts practically coming off of your pose, “Cute, right?”

 “Hardly,” Vil tsked under his breath. Though anyone with a brain could see the way his pale cheeks lit up. Of course, you just had to be so cute and that damn bear costume didn’t help at all.

  “I’m I scary at least?” 

 Taking your paw, he moved you to sit down at his vanity, “If I were anyone else, and a child under the age of one, then perhaps. Remove your mask please.”

 “Aw man,” you sniffed sadly while doing as he said. “I thought I was totally going to scare some pants off!”

 “Well, with the way the suit is making your skin break out, you could certainly scare someone’s pants off,” He teased, gently scrubbing about the dirt and sweat that was accumulating on your skin from the mask. The softness of the rag combined with the calming scent of the cleanser made you sleepy. 

 Yawning, you leaned back into Vil’s plush chair, “Y’know I think I’m done scaring today…that was too much fun…-snoooorrreee-”

  Vil huffed in amusement at how fast you fell asleep. Applying a thin layer of moisturizer, he gently moved you to his bed and patted your head, “Perhaps, I’ll buy you a pair of bear pajamas? It certainly suits you. Don’t you four think so?”

 On cue, three figures fell out of Vil’s closet. Turning around, Vil watched the three of the four complain and curse at each other. While the young robot laughed at his friend's misery. Floating up to Vil, Ortho exclaimed, “Wow, Vil Schoenhiet! You added another possibility to the Prefect’s possible endings!”

 “And that would be?”

 “Animal Control or death!”

 “Oh…” Glancing at Ace and Grim, he asked, “I assume that’s why you both came? To watch over them?”

 “Yeah…” Ace mumbled, rubbing the growing bump on his head. Already at your side, Grim curled up into your arm and yawned, “My henchman has no survival instincts, that why Grim the Great is here to…take..care of them…-snooooorrre-”

 Pursing his lips, he turned to Epel, “But that doesn’t explain why you were hiding in my closet, little apple. And with one of Rook’s arrows, no less.”

 Placing the arrow behind him, Epel stuck his head up and mumbled awkwardly, “I saw a bear running around and my meemaw always said bear meat tasted amazing, sooo….”

 “You were going to stab ‘em!?” Ace screeched, taking big steps back from Epel. 

 “No!....well, yeah…” Epel trailed off, kicking at the carpet and pouting.

 “Wow! Epel Felmier, you could have been one of the leading causes of death for the Prefect!” Despite the grim meaning behind it, Ortho said it like he was announcing the next Emmy.

 Pinching the bridge of his nose, Vil sighed, “I can’t believe this…”

Rook Hunt <3

⋆ Oh, you think you’re doing the hunting? How funny! How cute! Babe, you’re gonna die.

⋆ Rook knows it’s you in the bear costume. His sweet trickster doing their trickster things. How beautiful! But damn, does that want to make Rook go hunting.

⋆ Of course he’s doing it lovingly, with no intentions to actually harm you, but he wouldn’t mind hearing your fearful screams as you run away from him. 

⋆ Won’t you be a dear and play a little game with him?

 “Omg, Leona! I’m so happy to see you!” you wailed, jumping onto the, surprisingly awake, lion. Clinging onto him, you let your snot get all over his chest. “Protect me!”

(me personally would shit myself and die if I saw Rook giving me the look he gives in his groovified bean day card, or alternatively, get on my knees for him)

 Staring at you in disgust, Leona pushed you away, “Get off of me, Herbivore.”

 But you persisted and jumped back on him. Shoving your face into his welcoming chest, well as welcoming as it can get with Leona glaring daggers into your bear suit self. “Please, please, please! Leona! Help me! I’m getting hunted for sport!”

 “Aren't you supposed to be doing the hunting, ya big ass bear?” Leona asked, moving around so he could get a better hold of you. 

 “Apparently not! I thought you had to have a permit to be able to hunt endangered animals!” You exclaimed. 

 “Endangered?”

 “Yeah, me soon!”

 Rolling his eyes, Leona asked, “Who’s even hunting you?”

 Before you could respond a flamboyant laugh cut through the air. Ominous and oh so frightening. Even Leona tensed up. His tail stopping mid sway and ears picking up. 

 Ridgedly, you and leona turned to meet the oddly jovial eyes of your hunter, Rook Hunt. His bow tight in his grasp. Lips split into an unfairly pretty, yet scary, smile. 

 “It seems like Roi du Leon has found my sweet Ourse~ Now would you be so kind as to hand them over?” He asked, the edge in his tone betraying any form of pleasantry.

 Turning down to look at you, all you could do is wordless shaking your head and cling tighter onto you one and only hope. Green eyes twitching, Leona sighed. But before you could get your hopes up, you were suddenly hoisted into the air and flung with full force at your hunter. 

 “LEEONNAA! YOU AAAASSS!”

 Scratching his head, Leona turned around and saunted off, “yeah, not my problem. Have fun, I guess.”

 Fully expecting to hit the ground, you were surprised to feel a strong pair of arms capture you and hold your bridal style. Staring up at Rook with wide eyes, you smiled nervously, “Rawr?”

  “Shall we head to my room, my little Ourse? There’s plenty I must teach in the name of the hunt!” He joyfully hummed, tightening his hold the moment you began to squirm. Gleefully skipping all the way to your demise. 

 Oh lord, have mercy on me!

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ This guy has never seen a bear before. So the moment he sees you barreling towards him with the speed of Floyd, man's about to shit himself out of fear. 

⋆ It doesn’t matter who’s next to him or if he’s with a potential client, he’s bolting the other way. He swears he can hear the gate of the afterlife opening up for him. He’s never been this scared, no amount of the leech twins could get him to want to cry to mom this badly. And omg, his lungs are literally about to burst because of all this running. He just wants his octopot so badly! Tears are streaming down his face!

⋆ After you come clean to him, he’s shaking you by your shoulders practically screaming at you about ‘how could you do this to me!’.

⋆ He rethinks everything he knows about you. Consider you to be as bad as the Leech twins. Maybe even worse. 

 “Azul! I’m sooo sorry!” You wailed. Tears streamed down your face and into the pool that contained your doom. 

⋆ He’s never living this down, so why not make a deal with him? It’s the least you can do, right?

 “Hm? What was that, dear Prefect?” Azul said, pulling the lever that lowered you down. Watching the way you squirmed in your tight binding. “I’m sure they’re dying to play with their new playmate.”

 “Azul! This is practically murder! I’m too cute for this!” You sobbed. You gasped when you saw Ace with Grim and Ortho, “Ace! My Savior! Help me!”

 “I suggest you don’t, Trappola. Lest we forget the incident you, oh so desperately, want to keep away from your housewarden.” Azul threatened. Glaring daggers at the boy. 

 Paling, Ace stared apologetically at you, “Sorry, but Imma have to sit this one out.”

 “ACCCCEEEE!” You wailed louder. The rope holding you swaying faster with your frantic squirming. Green quickly becoming a permanent color to your skin. 

 “Have fun, my dear Prefect~”

  “Azul, I swear to—blegh!” 

 In an instant, two long beings jumped out of the pool and landed with a ‘thrawk!’ on the tile floors. Grim and Ace lost their shit on the side and Azul broke his cane in the process. Ortho, sweet angel, was the only one to get your passed out ass out of that tight binding. 

 “I think they’re dead…” Ortho murmured, running a full body scan on our limp figure. 

 “They better be! Shrimpy, that was so not cool!” Floyd pouted, staring at your puke floating down to the bottom of the water with a grimace, “Nasty shrimpy.”

 “Yes, how gross,” Jade muttered. 

  “Blegh!”

 “Get them out of here, so help me, before I throw them and their bear costumes into the sea!”

Riddle Rosehearts <3

⋆ He doesn’t scream as much as he jumps. Jumps so high, you swear he could have touched the moon. Who knew such a small body could launch themself that high. 

⋆ Riddle is not having it. First you burst into an Unbirthday Party, but you made him break a Queen of Heart’s rule? Nu-uh, he’s having your head for that.

⋆ Honestly, you should count yourself lucky because you're not a part of his dorm. If you were, you’d have hell to face. 

⋆ Though once everything is said and done, Riddle might find himself having a little chuckle at your shenanigans and how adorably funny you looked. 

 “Riddle, I said I’m sorry! Now can you please take this collar off me! It’s itchy and heavy!” You complained. Pulling at the thick collar in hopes that it would snap in half. Unfortunately you weren’t Leona or Malleus, so your attempts were utterly futile. 

 “Until, you can memorize all 100 of the Queen of Heart’s rules, then I’ll uncollar you,” Riddle hummed, sipping from his tea. 

 “Dude, I’m not even from your dorm! Why does it matter?” 

 Staring at you like you were a misbehaving child, Riddle tsked, “You’re always here, Prefect. Might as well make you an official member, no? Afterall, this is much easier than what the others have to memorize.”

 Flopping on your back, you wailed childishly, “Nooo! I don’t wanna! The collar is uncomfy and I have a wedgie from this dang suit!”

 “Wow, they’re really not having it huh?” Cater mused, taking a photo of you in your lowest moment. The sight of a bear rolling around on their rose detailed carpet complaining about their wedgie certainly wasn’t something he'd think he’d ever see. 

 Humming, Riddle smiled at you, “They’ll get over it.”

⋆⋆⋆

  Outside, hidden into the heart shaped rose bushes, laid our super spies, Ace, Grim and Ortho. A thick pair of Hatsume Miku themed binoculars in Ace’s grasp. Shaking his head, he sighed on your behalf, “I don’t know why out of everyone, they chose to go for Riddle. Bad planning on their part.”

 “So much for them having the braincell,” Grim huffed while fixing his sunglasses. It’s such a nice day, so why wouldn’t he sunbathe?

 Clad in spy merch, Ortho beamed, “The chances of death and Animal Control just went into the negatives thanks to Riddle Roseheart’s intervention!”

 Rolling his eyes, Ace placed the binocular at his eyes again, “That’s just perfect…”

[vanoilette]

BAKER READER W ERIC CARTMAN ✔︎

warnings; swearing

authors note; never thought cartman would be the one i would write for the most, also i might make an actual oneshot of this.

—eric cartman

Your family has owned a bakery for ages, so usually you were there a lot. Behind the counter, so no surprise that Cartman has came to the bakery before to eat.

South Park is a relatively, somewhat small town, besides the extensions. Which is what made the bakery still known and running.

His mom definitely threw him a birthday there at some point.

Cartman didn’t really take notice of you until you accidentally got his order wrong, and he was with stan, kyle and kenny.

“Hey! You fucked up my order.”

Announced it so loud trying to let the whole bakery know. Thankfully it was just him and them though. So no one heard.

“Cartman don’t be an ass.”

Kyle was there, and Cartman was indeed ; acting like an ass. He blew up on you. But then left.

He came back though, thats when you barely noticed he was rude. He always gave you that stare as if he was better than you.

It was quite unbecoming of him.

To be frank, he was kind of an asshole

After a while, he stood there just to talk to you and you occasionally sat behind the counter with you.

He usually complained about Kyle, or he just commented on peoples orders when they came.

“Fat bitches.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

Your parents kicked him out multiple times before costumers got mad.

Now, when it comes to the romantic feelings, he 100% was in denial for like 3 months.

Still came to the bakery everyday, and came behind the counter as usual.

“Kyle was so annoying today, he wouldn’t shut up.”

Cartman did come to terms with his feelings, eventually at least. He wasn’t great at communicating them or showing them. But he showed you what he called “tough love.”

He, as i said in the dating headcanons. He is a very possessive person, and he could get pretty jealous.

So you can bet if anyone, including customers try to hit on you. Cartman’s gonna suddenly walked into there and say “HEY.” Loudly.

Hes a brat.

Believe that if you make any food, he will eat it. And he loves it too.

Has made yelp accounts to give good reviews to the bakery on multiple accounts, yes. Yes he did.

One time Kyle came there, he offered to help you with studying. But y’know. Cartman was there.

I have a headcanon that hes a little obsessive, so he has stalked your social media accounts. He has also kept track of your daily schedule.

Once you two started dating, he was there almost all the time. Pretty much engraved his ass on the chair.💀

Everyone was stunned when they found out Cartman managed to bag you.

Like, Kyle was all “How the fuck does anyone like him?”

Kyle was honestly kinda mad that Cartman got a partner before him, (no he wasn’t cartman just said that)

Hes the type of guy to love you and only you, not great at showing it. But he gives you a lot.

But he fully expects it to be returned.

Hes garfield.

Likes to be pampered, and holds your hand under the counter alot too.

Eats peoples orders.

“So what? Their like .. 1 minute late.”

[astrosfaerydae]

Kinktober Masterlist!

So first off some housekeeping. Prompts are based off of Nymphare's Kinktober 2024 List. They will range in ratings from G-E(some prompts like first dates don't necessarily need to be explicit imo). I will be swapping between the dead dove and general list. I wont be doing all of them but as it stands I think I have 25... I cut a few to make room for dealers choice which I am excited for to say the least. This list will be updated as I make the posts for each prompt. Anyways lets get to it!

🎃 Day 1: Costumes (General List)

Rating: T Words: 908 Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Costumes, Canon Comp, Halloween Party, Chan and his many man crushes that Felix uses to his advantage 🔗: Cloud Vs. Fred Flintstone

🎃 Day 2: Hybrids AU (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.6k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Hybrids AU, Cat Hybrid!Jisung, Major Character Injury, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort 🔗: Astray CW// Domestic Abuse, Animal Abuse, Injury, Broken Bones (none of these are in graphic detail however but here just in case)

Day 3 (no post)

🎃 Day 4: Firsts (General List)

Rating: G Words: 1k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: First dates, fluff, lots of fluff, sickfic(kinda), Canon comp 🔗: For so Long I Have Waited “Do you remember what today was supposed to be?” Minho asked, gently swaying back and forth. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go in comparison to Jisung’s big ratty tee-shirt and boxers. 

🎃Day 5: Eating Something Sensually (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.1k Pairing: Minsung Main tags: Blow jobs, canon comp, Minho is a grump, fluff and smut, Banana's 🔗: Ba-Na-Na, Ba-Na-Na "Why don't you come over here and taste the real thing?"

🎃Day 6: Terms of Endearment (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.2k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon comp, excessive use of the word baby, Idiots in Love, Getting together, Fluff 🔗: I'm Holding on to Hope, It's a Problem I Admit “And you are sure you aren't a natural blonde or did the bleach strip your brain cells too?” “Would you stop making fun of me?!” Felix laughed softly trying to hide the slight sniffle. Jisung must’ve noticed, however, as he pulled him into a crushing hug. “You love him don’t you?”

🎃Day 7: Forbidden Love (General List)

Rating: E Words: 4.6k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Royalty Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Power Imbalance, King Chan, Servant Felix 🔗: Scared to Burn the Page Felix entered the room and stood like a statue until the doors shut. Even after, his demeanor was unusually sheepish. To be fair, a private meeting with the king is rarely ever a good thing. And depending on Felix’s reaction, it hopefully would be a great thing. “Relax,” Chan said, forcing a smile, “I didn't call you here to berate you. Quite the opposite actually.” “Oh,” Felix’s gait grew more confident as he approached the king, “So what am I here for, your majesty.”

🎃Day 8: Watersports/omorashi (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 3k Pairing: Poly skz (Jilix, Minsung, Chanlix) Main tags: Omorashi, Kink exploration, desperation, frottage 🔗: Take the Pleasure With the Pain, Double Doses “Have you ever heard of something called,” Felix paused for a moment as he tried to remember what it was properly called, “I think the term is, uhmm, Omorashi?” “DUDE!” Jisung nearly choked on his drink making Felix shrink against the wall, knocking over a broom in the process.

🎃 Day 9: One True Love (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Royalty AU, Prince Felix, Guard Chan, Post-break up, arranged marriage, true love conquers all 🔗: Pull Me Close and Twist the Knife Neither was happy about the arrangement. It was clear in the way that Jisu walked down the aisle. Her face drenched in tears of hopeless misery, more falling with each step. Felix, too, was crying as he looked at her with pity. They didn’t want this.

Day 10 (No post)

Day 11: Corruption Kink (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.6k (chapter 1) Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Corruption kink, Church Retreat, Jisung is the pastors son, Minho is forced to be there, First times, Blow jobs “Are you ok? You seem down.” 🔗: Maybe Hell Ain't So Bad After All “Just peachy,” His voice was sweet but his lips had curled into a sarcastic snarl, “I was forced to be here so please if you aren't here to fuck me or feed me please leave me alone.” “O-oh okie-dokie then,”

Notes:

cw// Religious guilt, blasphemy, Negative talk about religion, implied homophobia This one has two chapters! Chapter two is coming on the 30th! But they can be read separately! title: If I'm There by Bad Omens

🎃 Day 11: PDA (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Hiding in Plain Sight, Not so secret, Alcohol, Drunken Karaoke, Fluff 🔗: Hey, I Want Your PDA CW// Alcohol Changbin turned his chair to fully face Felix, “Are you ok?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jisung added as he turned in their direction as well. Felix tried to speak but the words kept getting caught in his throat. It didn’t help that Chan was giggling like a drunken fool beside him, “Wait d-did you not see—” “You did see a ghost! I knew this place was haunted!!” Jisung sounded way too excited about that.

🎃Day 12: Subspace/Domspace (General List)

Rating: E Words: 2.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon Comp, Choking, Sub Felix, Dom Chan, Still somehow fluffy..., Subspace, Doms need reassurance too (Please read all the tags on the fic thoroughly) 🔗: You Always Wanna Run Your Mouth  “Well that worked better than I thought,” Chan chuckled proudly, “Now, open wide.”

Day 13 (No Post)

🎃Day 14: Somno (DDDNE)

Rating: Explicit Words: 2.7K Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Somnophilia, Canon Compliant, Anal sex, Consensual Non-consent but even that is dubious, Angst and Fluff and Smut 🔗: I Don't Believe You When You Tell Me You Are Fine Then there was a comment on reddit he couldn’t get out of his head. “My girlfriend wakes me up with a blowjob every morning. 10/10 would recommend.”

🎃Day 15: Wearing Your Significant Others Clothing (Gen List)

Rating: E Words: 1.5k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Canon Compliant, Newlywed dorm, Smut, Frottage, fluffy smut! 🔗: If We Have Each Other “Hey, babe,” Hyunjin leaned inside the steamy bathroom, hanging onto the door frame, “Do you know where my clothes are?” Changbin moved the shower curtain enough to poke his head out. Despite the situation Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle a little at the ball of white suds on top of Changbin’s head, running down his face, making him look like Santa Claus, “Shouldn’t they be in the bedroom?” “Yes, but I looked already,” Hyunjin whined, “It's not there.”

🎃Day 16: Dealers choice: Blood (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 4.4k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Blood, Blood as Lube, Violence, Fluff(yes fluff), Smut, Vamp/Human, Purgatory, Supernatural Crossover 🔗: Killed and Born Again His soul was never meant for purgatory. Yes, he was a hunter before he was turned and could survive here, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he had to survive here.

Notes:

CW// (It's DDDNE soooo yea) Blood, Vampire bites, Violence, Death The only context readers need to understand this if you haven't read any of the Love is The Death series is as follows: Jisung was a hunter turned vamp and was killed. Minho was a revenant who refused to crossover, but was eventually convinced by Chan and Felix. Chapter one is the smut and Chapter two is the plot for those that care to read it but it's not necessary if you are just here for kinktober lol!

🎃Day 17: Edging (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Orgasm Edging, Orgasm denial, Technicaly CNC, Light BDSM, Canon comp, Felix is a stubborn brat CW// Consensual Non Consent (Felix can't say no or he loses the bet) 🔗: Take Me Past The Edge It was a stupid bet. He had been bragging about his stamina compared to Chan’s. A simple teasing remark to rile him up. Quickly it devolved into a competition and of course Felix felt the need to prove himself.

���Day 18: Praise Kink (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Praise kink, Canon comp, Unintentional Arousal, Chan is oblivious to what he's done, Hand Jobs, Cum swallowing, PWP 🔗: I am a Good Boy With a deep breath he tried again. It wasn’t much better in his opinion. “Loosen up a bit, shake it out! Your voice is beautiful, just project it a bit more forward on this next take, babe,” Felix could hear the smile in Chan’s voice, making him blush. Another take and Felix waited for feedback. It was taking a bit which put him on edge, “Mmhm, just like that,” with Chan’s voice over the intercom the anxiety lifted, “Let’s move on to the intro and first verse next, that was gorgeous Lix. Beautiful.” 

🎃Day 19: Love At First Sight (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1.5k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Mutual Pining, Not actually unrequited love, very light angst, FLUFF(yes in caps you think I'm gonna get love at first sight and not make it fluffy as fuck) 🔗: We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love Seven years later “So let me get this straight, so you're telling me you have been in love with Felix from day one? He doesn’t know! AND you aren’t planning on telling him?!”

🎃Day 20: Will You Marry Me?

Rating: G Words: 1.6k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Fluff, marriage proposals, some humor, Canon Comp 🔗: I Love You and That's All I Really Know  “You are going to what? Repeat that, please!” Chan stared back at Changbin with wide-eyed excitement. Jisung too was bouncing in his seat waiting for him to answer. “I am going to ask Hyunjin to marry me,” Changbin sighed, the relief of getting this massive secret off of his chest was immense. “When?! How?! I need all the details!” Jisung squealed back in excitement.

🎃Day 22: Kissing All of Them

Rating: T Words: 9k (7 chapters) Pairing: Felix-centric Polyskz Main Tags: Fluff, First kisses, poly skz, getting together, light angst, Canon Comp 🔗: Every Kiss Gets a Little Sweeter  “I’ve never kissed anyone,” The alcohol had melted through Felix’s brain to mouth filter, he meant to say yes but the overwhelming insecurity hit him like a truck. “Wait,” Jisung rolled to the side and stared up at the ceiling in confusion, “You have three sexy ass boyfriends and you haven’t kissed any of them? Not even Chan?! Didn’t you ever play spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven? What did you do in school, study?!”

🎃Day 23: Aphrodisiacs

Rating: E Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Smut, canon comp, desperately horny, fluff(its chanlix its gonna still be sweet) 🔗: Fuck Me! No, Really Fuck Me! “How many did you eat?!” Jisung seemed exceedingly worried as he slammed the door behind them. “I dunno, like a handful? Were they special or something?” “I swear to god you keep this between me, you and Chan. Me and Minho take one after concerts before we head home… they have a mix of things that uhhhh spice things up.” “So they make you horny? That’s what's happening to me?” It made sense but this was way more intense than just a bit of extra spice. 

[Main Masterlist]

[squaric-acid]

Rewatching PotO (2004) in 2024

~ A needless commentary. Please note that I first watched this movie seven years ago, in 2017. ~

I like the Wizard of Oz thing they do by having the prologue scene in black and white.

Is the Madam Giry in the prologue supposed to be Meg or her mother, it is unclear.

The costumes are decidedly not bad for a piece of historical fiction made in the early 2000’s.

I adore the chaos and attention to detail of the establishing shots of the Opera Populaire during a rehearsal.

All the costumes in this movie are good except for Christine’s during Point of No Return, like what the fuck was that.

I like that Raoul is introduced in person during the rehearsal scene and that Christine gives us some background on their relationship. Her saying they were childhood sweethearts makes the set up of their love story stronger, like they both obviously still harbored feelings for each other during the interim of their childhood and the events of PotO. In the stage production this is less obvious.

Was it really necessary to have the new managers make lecherous comments about Meg and Christine?

Emmy Rossum is very stiff during Think of Me, in contrast to the scene of her dancing just prior where she is very expressive. I’m not sure what to make of this, it’s only an observation. I want her earrings from this scene though.

The Phantom’s lack of a hat makes his head look small and Gerard Butler does not have a small head.

You can tell that the theatre they are in isn’t actually very big.

The dubbing does not sync well to the mouths of the actors.

Meg Giry is adorable.

Christine’s dress during Think of Me looks suspiciously like a wedding dress.

How can you not ship Christine and Raoul in this movie? They’re so cute together.

Not the slow-mo of the candles blowing out.

The arms holding the candelabra are weird, like icky weird, and remind me of the Haunted Mansion.

I do have to admit that Gerard Butler in that cape is really something, he does look good as the Phantom, even without the hat during Phantom of the Opera. I appreciate the electric guitar during that scene too.

It’s not subtle that they used the same archway more than once. And what happens to the horse, where did he go?

Erik’s lair really gives Pirates of the Caribbean ride vibes.

Was the dramatic cape removal necessary?

Why does he just leave her sitting in the boat?

RAMIN KARIMLOO WAS GUSTAVE DAAÉ?!?!!!! And I was supposed to find about this on my own?!?!

Gerard Butler as the Phantom is peak early 2000’s pathetic sad boy.

The dubbing continues to be bad which really impedes the impact of Music of the Night. The blocking isn’t bad though so I’ll focus on that.

Bro, not the mannequin! And the way he sets her in the swan? Hilariously creepy.

The scene of Meg discovering the passage behind the mirror is so interesting to me. What a great piece of character exploration! I wonder how much this version of Meg knows about the Phantom and inner workings of the opera house, surely she isn’t blind to her mother’s association with the Opera Ghost.

Madam Giry demonstrating the use of lasso was a girl boss moment.

How on earth did he not feel Christine prying at the mask?

I wish they would’ve used more drastic makeup and prosthesis for the Phantom’s deformity. Or at least let the camera focus on it for a tiny bit longer. We get basically nothing of it in this scene.

I forgot that they cut back to the black and white of the prologue (a continuation of it).

Just how much is 20,000 francs in 1870 worth today?

Those skull wax seals are cool.

Was the mooning of Carlotta necessary? Funny though

Minnie Driver is hilarious. The Prima Donna scene is fantastic.

Erik doing dastardly deeds in his fancy clothes is iconique.

Where is the musical cue for “Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?”?! It sounds like an announcement at a train station!

Where on earth was Buquet to have seen the Phantom standing near the chandelier?

Only in the movies does cutting back and forth between the ballet from act three and the Phantom chasing Buquet around the flies really work. It makes the scene much more tense but is also amusing because we seen the Phantom doing stunts in his fancy clothes.

They really wanted to make this into a movie musical but did a poor job of integrating the music into the action of the movie.

I love the set design in this movie if nothing else.

If anything Gerard Butler’s Phantom has the least awful face of any rendition of the Phantom.

I can’t imagine this movie being made today, it would be an auto tune nightmare.

What is it about well-dressed pathetic sad boys of the early 2000’s variety?

You can’t fault Gerard Butler’s acting when he cries into the rose.

I take it back, why was the dramatic run so popular? It looks ridiculous.

I love Christine’s dress for the Masquerade scene. And Raoul looks dashing too.

The silver and gold fan choreography is neat. I also especially appreciate that only Christine and the Phantom are wearing shades of red.

Where are the fics of the Phantom and Madam Giry as children? That’s the story I want to hear.

Raoul sleeping, obviously on guard, outside the ballet dormitories is so endearing.

Showing that the Phantom knocks out the guard and is the one to take Christine to the graveyard closes the plot hole about how he knew she would go there. And it demonstrated just how obsessive he is about her.

I don’t know a lot about how funerary monuments worked in the 1800’s but how could the Daaé’s afford such a mausoleum?

The reprise of Angel of Music was very good. Excellent use of lighting.

The Phantom jumping down from the roof of the mausoleum is rather ruined by the fact his cape flipped over his head and he had to put it right.

The fight scene wasn’t the most coherent but it wasn’t outrageous either. I like the skull shaped guard on the Phantom’s sword.

Erik saying “let it be war upon you both” is undercut by the fact he didn’t say that it would be war between him and the managers earlier.

They cut back to Raoul coming up with his plan to ensnare the Phantom after the scene in the cemetery. I think it’s narratively out of place given the events of the scene of the graveyard. Christine’s lament, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, which both about her missing her father and about gathering the courage to bid goodbye to her angel of music. Which Christine felt she had to do because of the plan Raoul came up with.

Christine’s protestations about Raoul’s plan being spoken rather than sung works well in my opinion. But there’s a certain angst to how hysterical Christine sounds in the stage production.

Seriously, the Don Juan costume for Christine sucks.

The reveal in the stage production was better. They mention the hood of cloak in the song, the hood hides the fact that it’s so obviously not Piangi, anyone with eyes would’ve been able to see it wasn’t the same guy.

The background dancers, lol.

All the shots cutting to Madam Giry lowkey make it seem like she was secretly in love with the Phantom.

They could’ve made Point of No Return more tense.

Why does the Phantom’s wig look so bad before Christine pulls off his mask?

Now his disfigurement actually looks appropriate.

Madam Giry literally brought him to the opera house and he went willingly, the Phantom calling it a prison isn’t super accurate.

Erik has too much hair in this version. But props to Gerard Butler for killing it in the final scene in the Phantom’s Lair.

I like the detail that the cut on Raoul’s arm starts bleeding again due to all the action. It looks weirdly real though so maybe it was unintentional. I have not seen any behind the scenes footage to confirm this.

Why is Meg at the forefront of the mob? Why was she so interested in the mask? Is it supposed to be a hint about Love Never Dies? There is too much focus on Meg and Madam Giry’s involvement with the Phantom to just be as it is explained.

I adore the implication of the rose at Christine’s grave. Perhaps the most emotionally impactful moment in the whole movie.

7/10

Love the costumes and the aesthetics. The final scene at Christine’s grave was a very nice extra bit. Not as good as the stage production but enjoyable. The acting seemed a bit stiff and underwhelming but lots of movies from the early 2000’s were. I prefer the 25th anniversary performance but who doesn’t?

I can’t speak to how it compares to the book because I haven’t read it (I will sometime)

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Pride month is already over...(1/2)

I posted a LGBTQ+ superhero comics character every day to my Threads account

Enjoy this recap of every single one. Take care y'all 💙🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💙

These are (sort of) in chronological order.

Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: America Chavez .

Needs: A good on-going series, the MCU not f*cking up her backstory as bad as the comics did.

Qualifactions: Super DUPER f*cking gay (was born in a Sapphic paradise, f*ck the f*cking retcon in it's *sshole)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Jean-Paul Beaubier, Aka Northstar

Needs: his own x-team (with or without his awesome sister) of which, of course, he would be the leader because, well, duh.

Qualifications: Snarky prideful gay dude💅 (his wit is LEGENDARY)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character, Aldrif Angela Odinsdottir.

Needs a movie/more comics respresentation/possibly a cooler costume (Love the helmet though)

Qualifactions: Super duper gay.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: David Alleyne aka Prodigy

Needs: His version of young Avengers to come back, for good. And he should hook up with Marvel Boy, just sayin'.

Qualifications: Baby bi boi 🩵

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Gwendolyn Poole, Aka Gwenpool

Needs: For people to start buying her comics, so Marvel understands she's a WAY better character than Deadpool. I said what I f*cking said.

Qualifications: Aroace gurl 🩵

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Nico Minoru aka Sister Grimm (although I struggle to remember when exactly she used that alias 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Needs: Nothing. She's perfect. I'll fight you if you say otherwise.

Qualifications: Buh-buh-buh-Baby biiiii bye byeeeeee... Ahem. Bi. She's bi.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Noh-Varr aka Marvel Boy

Needs: More comics with him in it wtf? I get writing for him after the great Grant Morrison can be intimidating, but come on !

Qualifications: Bi alien guy.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: James Howlett, aka Logan, aka Wolverine (the least cool one imo but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Needs: Marvel to grow a f*cking spine already. For real. Like yesterday.

Qualifications: Bi and polyamorous. That's right. I went there. Deal. With. It. Do you think Jean had connecting doors to both Scott AND Logan's room for what ? BINGO NIGHT ? WAKE/GROW UP PEOPLE !

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Raven Darkholme aka Mystique aka Sherlock Holmes (not joking) aka my blue mom

Needs: NOTHING. Perfection doesn't even BEGIN to describe it.

Qualifications: I still struggle with the concept of a Bi lesbian, but I'm thinking she fits the "label" PERFECTLY 💙

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Charlene McGowan

Needs: Nothing. She was written perfectly. The fact she's trans is addressed ONCE, because it's PLOT RELEVENT, SHE'S THE ONE WHO ADRESSES IT, saves the day thanks to her experience as a trans woman, then she goes on with her f*cking life. Queen 💅

Qualifications: Badass trans scientist. Read. Immortal. Hulk.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Shela Sexton aka Escapade

Needs: More comics. I love seeing her in every year's pride comics, but we don't stop existing after pride y'all.

Qualifications: Trans nerd with socializing issues, it's like she was written for me

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Eloïse Phimister aka Ellie aka Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Needs: For Marvel to actually DO something with her character, like wtf was the point in bringing her back from the dead, rebooting her then NEVER F*CKING USING HER?

Qualifications: Badass angry dyke 💙.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Vivian Vision aka Viv aka... Vivid... Vessel? (wait, what ?)

Needs: MORE CHAMPIONS PLEASE.

Qualifications: Lesbian android girl

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Bobby Drake aka Iceman (Ice ice baby)

Needs: Another case of a character being perfect. Nothing to see here. Kindly move along. I'd hug him. Even in his ice form.

Qualifications: Gay as f*ck.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Julio Richter aka Rictor aka Druid

Needs: For artists to stop drawing him so light skinned. Other than that, no comment (if any writer dares TOUCH his relationship with star again, I WILL bite them though)

Qualifications: Gay warlock. The best kind.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Martha Johansson aka Cerebella and another alias I will not use as it's basically her deadname.

Needs: To be happy. Her origin is so dark, she deserves it.

Qualifications: Gay telepathic prodigy

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Phylla Vell aka Captain Marvel (one of the many) aka Martyr aka Qasar

Needs: To survive her use in the MCU. I still have nightmares of what happened to Kamala.

Qualifications: Gay inter dimensional alien

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Teddy Altman aka motherf*cking Emperor Dorrek-Vell (I added the mothef*cking)

Needs: Why exactly don't I have a ongoing about him and his husband ruling over the empire already? Like wtf Marvel.

Qualifications: Buff gay alien boi

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: William Kaplan aka Billy aka Wiccan

Needs: I won't repeat what I addressed on his husband's presentation. Nothing else to add.

Qualifications: Romani magician gay boi

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Xuan Cao Manh aka Karma

Needs: Nothing. The fact she speaks French makes me like her that much more. Just in case being a badass Vietnamese mutant telepath with a cyberleg didn't already sell me 🤷🏽‍♀️

Qualifications: Badass mutie lesbian.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Kitty Pryde aka Shadowkat aka Ariel aka too many to remember

Needs: A female love interest she doesn't sexually assaults, like wtf Marvel, who okayed this?

Qualifications: Bi Jewish techie with a heart of gold.

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PART TWO- HERE

[holdmytesseract]

Against the odds

Chapter Five - In Vino Veritas

a/n: Oop... 👀 @ladycamillewrites

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings for this Chapter: alcohol, a few swear words, mentions of past trauma, breakup, toxic relationship, nudity

Masterlist

"Aaand cut!" The director yelled, causing everybody to switch out of their roles, including you and Tom. The participants of the last scene for today came all to stand in a circle around the camera team. "Great work today, guys! We'll see you all on Monday! Have a good night's rest and weekend!" Anne announced, smiling brightly in the round, before she started to clap. Everybody just joined in, applauding and motivating one another.

After everyone bid their goodbyes to the others around, you and Tom parted ways to get out of costume and make-up. "Hey Tom! Finally wrapped up filming for today?" Lydia - one of the lovely costume designers - welcomed the actor with a smile in the costume trailer. "Good evening, Lydia." He gave her a kind, friendly smile as well. "Five minutes ago, yes. I think this was the longest day of filming so far." Tom stated with a small laugh, before he vanished in his small changing booth to get out of costume. "Yep, I think so too!" Lydia responded, popping the p. Tom changed within ten minutes, while small-talking with the friendly woman. After that was done, he was finally ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the evening. He handed his costume over with a smile. "Thanks, Lydia. See you on Monday." "Sure thing, Tom. See you. Good night!" "Night!" Now, clad in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, he made his way over to your trailer. Tom, being the British gentleman he was, waited of course for his co-star - and the lovely woman which was slowly but surely taking over his heart. Okay... Who was he kidding? The little sister of his brother-from-another-mother had already stolen his heart. That was at least how it felt like - and Tom knew that feeling. He knew how it felt like to be in love. And how could he not fall for this wonderful, kind, smart and talented woman? It was literally impossible. Inevitable. Actually, Tom had decided to wait, take some time for himself, before he was going to strike up a new relationship after all the shit that happened with Taylor. But well... His heart seemed to ignore what his head was saying and just decided to act on its own, throwing Tom over the edge and into a new abyss of love. What was it his mum always said? You can't choose with whom or when or how you fall in love, son. It just happens. Tom had to smile at the thought of his mum.

"What got you smiling like that?" A voice suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts. Your voice. The Brit breathed out a small laugh, baby blues meeting Y/E/C ones, as his cheeks turned red; embarrassed about the fact that the woman, which was on his mind almost constantly 'caught' him literally in the act. "I was just thinking about my mum." It wasn't a lie. He did think of his mother - in connection to her, but Tom wasn't ready and way too shy to admit it. "You were thinking about your mum?" He nodded, still smiling. "Yeah." You started to smile as well. "How cute. My brothers also always make me smile when I think of them... Especially Chris, that goofball." Tom had to giggle at her words. "Ehehe, well yes. I can relate. He's always up for a little fun." "Oh definitively!" You and Tom shared a laugh, before you got quiet for a moment. "Are you finished?" Tom asked his co-star. You looked down yourself, were now dressed in jeans and a hoodie as well. "Yep. Ready to go. You too?" "Yeah." "Perfect. So... I'll see you tomorrow then." You wanted to lean in to give your 'friend' a hug and say goodbye, but he held out his hand, politely refusing her hug - which left the woman in slight confusion. "No, absolutely not." You furrowed your brows. "What...?" "Y/N... It's quite late. London can be dangerous at night and I refuse to let you walk to your hotel alone. I live five minutes away from the set. Why don't you just stay at my house for the night?" Your eyes widened at the Brit's suggestion. "T-Tom... That's super sweet and kind of you, but... I-I don't know... I really don't want to be a burden." Tom immediately shook his head. "You are everything Y/N, but not a burden." You bit your lip, weighing your options. "I've got a really great Chardonnay, waiting at home..." Tom smiled, trying to persuade you. "And I am going to cook for you the best Spaghetti you ever had in your life." "Wine? Spaghetti? Tom... Don't tempt me..." You said with a giggle, causing the Brit to chuckle as well. "But what if I do want to temp you, darling?" He noticed how your cheeks turned into a soft shade of red. "Okay, okay, fine!" "Yes!" Tom cheered like he had just won a bet. "But if that Spaghetti is not even close to my mum's Spaghetti, I am leaving!" You joked and teased Tom, making him chuckle again. "I promise, darling, you won't be disappointed."

About an hour later, you sat in Tom's fancy dining room, at the wooden dining table, waiting for him to serve the 'world's best' Spaghetti. No five minutes later he appeared with two dishes of steaming hot Spaghetti - and oh lord did it smell delicious. "Dinner is ready, milady." The Brit announced with that sexy accent, causing your knees to turn into jelly. "May I serve you this delicious meal?" You giggled at his words, nodding. "Please, Sir. I'm starving." With a smile placed Tom the dish in front of you, before he sat opposite you. "I hope you like it." "We'll see." You teased and twirled the Spaghetti around your fork, before popping the sauce covered noodles into your mouth to get a taste. Only now did you realise, that Tom had slightly changed his look. The sleeves of his pristine white shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong, muscular arms. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, giving her a glimpse of the exposed skin on his chest and the fine, dark hair lurking out from beneath the fabric. The woman swallowed hard. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. After all, she had been filming a sex scene with that man not so long ago, and yet the sight left her speechless. Breathless. Right here, right now, in this situation, it felt much more... personal and private. Almost intimately. It was a whole different situation. And then there were the pair of glasses, which sat upon Tom's nose. That was new - and lord have mercy was it hot. You never saw Tom in glasses before, but now that you did, you never wanted him to take them off. "Do you not like it?" Tom's voice - laced with a bit of sadness suddenly cut through the air, causing you to snap out of your haze. You blinked, needed to process his words first. Once your brain had caught up, you quickly chewed on the Spaghetti and shook your head, trying to tell him that this was absolutely not the case. "No, no! Gods, no! I love it! It's amazing! World's best Spaghetti, indeed!" Tom luckily didn't seem to notice the way your mind went blank for a short amount of time. He smiled a boyish smile. "Even better than your mum's Spaghetti?" The man asked sheepishly, adjusting his glasses. You smirked, took another bite of the Spaghetti, before you started to nod. "Yep, yeah, definitely." The Brit chuckled and placed a large hand on his chest. "I feel deeply honoured. Thank you, darling."

After dinner, you helped Tom to clean up - even if he didn't want it, but you insisted. While Tom put away the last dish, you leaned against the kitchen counter, steadying yourself with your hands. "You were talking about a Chardonnay earlier, weren't you?" You asked with a cheeky smile. Your words caused Tom to snort out a laugh. "I mentioned it, yes. Would you like some?" His gaze met yours. You bit your lip. "Only if you drink with me." "If you wish, milady." That boyish smirk reappeared on his lips, as he nodded towards his living room. "Make yourself comfortable, darling." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, of course and sat down on the comfortable sofa, while Tom fetched two wine glasses and his expensive Chardonnay. Plopping beside you on the sofa, he poured the French wine into the two glasses. "There we go..." Tom announced, lifting his glass, in order to clink it against yours. "Here's to you and your first movie!" The Brit said with a charming smile on his face, causing your knees to weaken even once again. "Thanks, Tom." You clinked your glass against his and took a sip. After sip, after sip, after sip.

They say alcohol lowers the inhibitions. It makes people more talkative and bolder. Perhaps, this was also something which happened to Tom and you... Especially, after the bottle of wine was almost half empty... "Now tell me, darling..." Tom started, feeling the alcohol slowly overtaking his system. He still knew what he was doing, but he definitely was tipsy - and that tipsiness caused him to be way bolder than he usually was. "Why is the beautiful little sister of my brother-from-another-mother still single?" The now cocky, but yet incredibly charming Brit asked, taking another sip of the wine. You snorted out a laugh, being just as tipsy as Tom. "Welllll..." You said, drawing out the l. "Because I seem to have the talent to only fall in love with assholes." Tom frowned. "Why's that?" You shrugged your shoulders almost over dramatically. "My high school boyfriend - if you can even call him that - was a prick. My first real boyfriend was a cheater - so was the second; and my ex-boyfriend Nate is all of the above..." The happy, wanton mood suddenly turned, became serious and rather sad. "The relationship was... toxic. Unhealthy. Guess I am still kinda suffering from this..." Tipsy talk was now deep talk, after those words had left your lips. "I saw through Nate's toxic behaviour way too late... It would've spared me a lot, but well... In the end, I did see through his behaviour, and that's what matters, I think." Tom's expression turned sad as well. Eyes filled with compassion and sorrow. "What... What did he do?" The Brit asked carefully. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, for sure." You shook your head. "I do want to talk about it. It's kind of therapeutic to me, so..." Tom nodded, gently taking your hand in his, giving it a soft, encouraging squeeze. "At the beginning of our relationship, everything was fine. Dreamlike, really. I loved him, he loved me. It was almost picture perfect. Almost. After a few months, he started to become more... clingy. It was nothing bad at first, but at some point, Nate's attachment turned into obsession. He was always complaining that I spent too less time with him - even if I did. He hated it, when I visited my family or friends." You sighed, taking another sip. "Nate loved to manipulate me. He fucked with my mind; made me believe that I always was the one to blame... He may have not physically abused me, but... Maybe psychologically." You swallowed hard; vivid memories running through your mind and reminding you of your past. "T-There was a lot about sex as well, but... I-I don't want to dig deeper into this topic." And another sip, while Tom just listened patiently and attentively. "Hey, that's okay. You don't have to tell me everything. If you're not comfortable with this, it's okay." You just nodded, trying to hold back the tears. How could this man be so... perfect? He was understanding, kind, compassionate and above all supportive and a real gentleman. Tom gave your hand another soft squeeze. "Man... This guy really sounds like the biggest asshole around." "Precisely, yes... I never met a bigger asshole." Tom sighed. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this. No woman ever deserves such a man - and certainly not you. You deserve a good guy. A man who knows how to treat a lady. Someone who loves you just the way you are and respects you and your choices..." A man like you, you mean? You thought, as Tom's words urged to your ears. Exactly a man like you. "A gentleman." You. Your cheeks reddened at his words - and it wasn't just caused by the alcohol. "Thank you so much for listening to me, Tom - and for your kind words. Really. Thank you." The man gave you a small smile. "Of course, darling."

There were a few moments of silence, in which both of you took a big sip of the Chardonnay. The alcohol caused you to be braver and bolder as well. Not just Tom. "And what about you, Mr. Hiddleston? Why is such a charming man like you single?" Said man lowered his head with a chuckle. "Well... I guess I just didn't find my soulmate yet." He quickly lifted his head once again to look you directly in the eyes. "I'm still waiting for the right woman..." You took another sip. "So... Taylor wasn't the right woman?" The Brit shook his head, "No, she definitely wasn't." and nursed his wine glass as well. "Taylor was... She was..." Tom paused. "I don't even know what she was, to be honest." "Did you love her?" He thought for a moment, then started to nod. "Yes, I did, but... I guess it was too rushed. We both kind of jumped into that relationship. One minute, we were on cloud nine and the next, we hit the harsh ground of reality. We were looking for something - but not the same thing. Taylor needed a getaway and I... Well, I guess I just wanted to find true love." Your expression saddened, as you listened to Tom's not quite picture-perfect love story. "I'm sorry, Tom." You sighed. "Seems like we are both falling in love with the wrong people..." "Seems so, yes..." A long beat of silence passed, in which you and Tom just looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes - until Tom cleared his throat. "It taught me something important, though." "Yeah?" "Yes... If I ever find myself in a romantic relationship again, I am going to keep it as private as possible. I think that was another reason why our relationship failed. The publicity, press, social media... It was too much." You nodded sadly. "Yeah... I know exactly what you mean..." You felt how Tom took your hand in his once more, causing you to meet his gaze again. "Let's not talk any further about our shitty and fucked up love life." Tom smiled and went to refill the wine glasses. "We got each other, don't we? And a huge movie project, which is going to be - without a doubt, astonishing." He lifted to clink his glass against yours for the second time that night. You smiled broadly. "Absolutely."

Needless to say, the rest of the evening was very cheerful. In between funny jokes, embarrassing college stories and casual small talk was every topic present. You and Tom really had a blast - and a whole bottle of Chardonnay; causing you both to get wine drunk and facing the consequences the next morning...

Tom awoke quite early on that Saturday morning. Blinking his eyes open, he adjusted to the early morning sun. He shifted and searched for his phone to check the time. That was the moment, when he realised that he ended up on the sofa the previous night; still clad in his jeans and shirt. The good thing was, that he remembered what happened last night. It was a bit hazy, but he still remembered... Eating Spaghetti with you. Talking the whole evening to you - and well, getting drunk with you. Slowly, he swung his legs over and sat up. His head throbbed immediately at this movement, causing him to hiss at the sharp pain. Fuck. Tom thought and looked around in search for you, but the only thing he found was his phone, laying on the floor beneath the sofa. He picked it up to check the time. Eight o'clock. The actor had probably never been more relieved before, that he didn't need to work today. Yawning, he stood up and wanted to find you first. So, he looked around his house. Luckily, Tom did find you. Deep asleep, literally knocked out in- He swallowed hard at the sight in front of him. In his bed. Tom had absolutely no idea how you got there but... It sent his heart almost skyrocketing. The Brit had to admit, that this was a sight he could definitely get used to. With a smile, he left his bedroom again; decided not to wake you and take a shower now. That was exactly what he did. The hot water managed to somehow wake him up, but he was still quite woozy and definitely out of it; the alcohol still coursing through his veins, fogging his brain. With not a single care in the world, he exited the shower. Lazily, Tom brushed his teeth, when his stomach growled, reminding him that it was probably time to eat something.

After he was finished, he closed the bathroom door shut behind himself and made his way towards the kitchen - when his body suddenly collided with another body, causing him to stumble back a bit. His eyes landed on the person he had just almost ran over. You. She must've gotten up while I was showering, the Brit thought. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Y/N, I... Good morning." He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "No, I'm sorry. It's my fault, I should've been more care... ful..." You trailed off, when you noticed Tom's appearance. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. The scent of his shampoo and bodywash wafting through the air and hitting your olfactory nerves. It was intoxicating. You looked up at him, blinking; overwhelmed by the sudden situation you were thrown into. You desperately tried to not get distracted, but of course you couldn't help yourself. It was too tempting. You just had to ogle the handsome man standing in front of you...

Your eyes started their journey at his gorgeous face. Wet, short blonde-brown hair was curling itself on top of his head, causing a few droplets to run down the side of his face. Past those baby blue eyes, which were shining in the early morning sunlight. Over those razor-sharp cheekbones, shaved cheeks and defined jawline. The droplets dripped onto his bare chest, hungry eyes following them, as they grazed those strong pecs, pushing their way through the fine, curly hairs on his chest and down those delicious abs. You shortly feared that his cute belly button would stop the droplet you were particularly fallowing, but no, it didn't. Your eyes and the water droplet were able continue your journey. After passing his belly button, the droplet got a bit slowed down by the defined and trimmed line of dark hair - Tom's happy trail, before it disappeared beneath the fabric of the tow- Hold on for a second. That didn't look like a towel- Oh shit... Your eyes widened, before you quickly averted them; cheeks turning beet red. Tom didn't wear a towel. He wore nothing, was completely naked. Your brain was a mess; moments away from just short-circuiting. Your co-star, friend, crush - hence, probably the man of your dreams, was standing in front of you, without a single piece of clothing. Tom noticed the change of your facial expression - and suddenly had a very bad assumption... The actor blinked, trying to get his thoughts together. "I-I sincerely hope and pray to god that t-there's a towel covering m-my..." Tom trailed off, still in some kind of haze, entirely starstruck. You swallowed hard, trying desperately not to look. You shook your head, completely tensed up. "N-No... There, uh... There i-isn't a t-towel..." Tom squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks turning deep red in sheer endless embarrassment. "Fuck..." His brain, which had suddenly been kickstarted, due to the shocking realisation, that he stood in front of the woman he had more than likely fallen in love with - butt naked, told him to react and to just do something. Preferably cover it. Eyes widening in shock, he quickly moved his hands in front of his crotch, covering his most private parts. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the Brit thought. He felt not just utterly embarrassed of his stupid, headless behaviour, no, he also felt idiotic for probably messing up the miniature chance he had to somehow conquer that beautiful woman's heart. Well... He more than likely just forfeited that chance. "I-I'm so sorry, I... I-I'm g-going to..." Tom stuttered, gesturing with his head towards his bedroom. You understood, of course. "Y-Yeah..." Still with cheeks as red as a tomato, he walked towards his bedroom, closing the door quickly behind himself. He leaned against the cool wooden surface, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Fuck.

Little did Tom know, that this little incident didn't forfeit his chance. Not at all... It rather increased it. Sure, it was an awkward situation, but you would lie if you were saying that you didn't enjoy this little... show. Tom was more than just handsome; hotter than a volcano. Ten minutes later, after getting his shit somehow together and dressed, he reappeared, immediately apologising for his behaviour. From that point on, everything seemed to be... not quite the same. The incident definitely changed the relationship. Although, neither you, nor Tom could point a finger on what it was exactly.

Breakfast was... awkward, to say the last. You and Tom ate in quiet; both of you trying to play off what had happened twenty minutes ago. In the end, you both decided to just pretend it never happened, although it affected you and Tom.

Later on, Tom decided to accompany you back to the hotel in which you stayed. "You really don't have to do that, Tom, really." He shook his head, giving you a soft smile. "I insist. It's the least I can do, after getting you wine drunk yesterday." You stifled a giggle. "It was my decision too, you know." "Yes, but nevertheless. Please." "Okay."

Said and done. You and Tom got ready to go out and headed for the hotel you were staying in. It wasn't a long walk, probably twenty minutes, stopping a few meters away from the big, fancy entrance. "Thanks, Tom." You stated with a smile. "For everything. For dinner. For listening to me. For breakfast. For walking me 'home'..." A boyish smile tugged at the Brit's lips. "Even for getting you wine drunk?" You laughed, "Even for that, yes." causing Tom to chuckle as well. "You're welcome, darling - and uh..." He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry again for... You know..." You waved him off, felt the blood rush into your cheeks. "It's okay, really. Such things happen after getting drunk, so..." The man nodded, although still felt like a total idiot. Before the awkward silence was able to get even more awkward, Tom cleared his throat. "Alright, um... I'll head back now. Enjoy the weekend. I'll see you on Monday." "Yes, sure. You too. See you on Monday." Both of you leaned in to embrace each other in a friendly hug, before Tom turned on his heels and walked back to his home.

Unbeknownst to them, didn't stay their little walk and hug unnoticed... A man with curly red hair had witnessed the scenes in front of his eyes, from where he stood across the street of Tom's house. He was of course quick to draw his camera to snap pictures. Y/N Hemsworth leaving her co-star Tom Hiddleston's house? That piqued the journalist's interest, of course. He followed them secretly, witnessed the hug and snapped another few pictures. For him, the situation was obvious. Smirking at the seemingly new discovered secret, he fished his mobile out of the pocket of his jeans to call his boss. "Hello?" "Well, good morning to you, too, Kate." "Why are you calling me this early on a Saturday morning, Pete? I hope you've got a good reason for that." Pete's smirk widened. "Oh indeed, I have. I just snapped a few interesting pictures of our British sunny boy with his so-called co-star." "Hiddleston and Hemsworth?" Pete nodded, although Kate wasn't able to see it. "Exactly. Take a look at the pictures I sent you." "Alright, give me a minute." A beat of silence passed, before Kate's voice echoed through the line once again. "Ohh, Pete, Pete, Pete... Those pictures are a game changer!" She exclaimed, "Well, well, look at that... Is Y/N now into London boys? Barely four months separated from her football sweetheart and now that... Angling herself Britain's hottest actor, my my..." and chuckled maliciously. "Pete, you're my golden boy! This headline is going to be terrific!"

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[velvetfoxgames]

Only if it’s not too much trouble- would it be possible to know what the Halloween emails said? Looking forward to the game!

The photo edits of their costumes are a little too cursed to share, but here's the emails in the order they were sent:

BROOKLYN

Greetings.

Halloween is just around the corner. I will be attending a Hallow's Eve ball. It will require masquerade attire, rather than costumes, which is a bit boring. But I’ve coordinated an outfit with a black, gold and white mask. It’s an authentic Italian mask I had delivered from Rome. Besides that, unfortunately I don’t think any of my associates will be dressing up this month for meetings. I’ve decided to wear Halloween-themed ties, and I’ve also designed a few boutonnieres that will use darker colored flowers from the garden. This way I’ll still be keeping with some of the Halloween spirit.

I hope you’ll be engaging in Halloween activities this year. If you’d ever like any costume advice, please feel free to message me. I can recommend some historical ideas. I’d imagine you’d look rather nice in a 1910s Victorian outfit.

Be well and enjoy this month’s festivities.

Yours truly, Brooklyn Hayes

MILO

Hi. It’s almost Halloween. People at my work are dressing up and having a work party. I’ll be wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. So I’ll be a lumberjack.

I’ve never done much on Halloween before. And I haven't been trick or treating. If there’s anything you think I should try to do this year…I might listen. You usually have good suggestions for things. And a corn maze or something wouldn’t be too bad.

At the very least, I hope you do something fun in place of me.

Talk to you later.

-Milo

RORY

Hi. Halloween is in a few days.

I don’t usually do much for it, but someone is making me go trick-or-treating with them at a mall, even though we’re way too old for that

-_-

I’m also being forced to dress up. So I’m going as Eddie Munson from Stranger Things. I even have a wig. But don’t expect any pictures, because I don’t want that immortalized.

If it was up to me, I’d go to this haunted house nearby. It’s supposed to be really good. I’m actually not sure if you like scary things…? I don’t know. But maybe someday…we could go.

Whatever you’re up to, hope you have fun. Be careful.

Rory

ALEXEI

Hello,

Halloween is only a few days away now. I was doing some research on it the other day. Did you know that Irish immigrants helped bring Halloween to the US? And that jack-o-lanterns were originally hollowed turnips with lights in them to ward off spirits? Halloween is a celebration with a very interesting history. I don’t usually do much for it, but someone I work with decided to get me a costume this year. He thought it would be funny if he dressed me up as Chucky from the movie. I’m not sure why he thinks it’s funny. I have not seen that movie. I know a wig will be required.

I’ll be working on Halloween, but maybe I’ll send you a picture of myself, otherwise I don’t think too many people will see me dressed up.

I hope you have a good Halloween and do a lot more than me. I’d maybe like to see a picture of your costume as well.

Talk to you later and take care, Alexei

TOBIAS

BOO!!!

Happy Halloween B)

Well almost Halloween

I’ll be heading out to one of those celebrity costume parties tomorrow. You’ll probably see what I’m dressing up as in the press but maybe I can tell ya now ;)

I’m goin as a cowboy C):)  and let’s just say the vest I’ll be wearing won’t have anything underneath. Are u picturing it? Good B)

I'd like to know what ur going to be. Bet it’s cute. If you were coming with me to the party we could dress in matching outfits. Don’t know if you’d have much fun tho. Those celebrity parties are actually kinda boring. I think Id rather join with whatever ur doing

Don’t get into too much trouble tomorrow. Message me later. If ya can

Adios partner B)

LEO

HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👻

Hey hey I hope you have a great day today!! Idk if you’re planning to go out or not but either way I hope you dress up or eat lots of candy or watch some scary movies!!! Do something fun because I want you to have the best day possible ^^

My friends and I are having a dnd night at one of their houses. Halloween campaign! We’re dressing up as video game characters lol I’m Link :D

Since we’ll be at a house we can hand out candy. Someday maybe next year I'd like to do something with you? We could go to a pumpkin patch or check out fall colors…just been thinking about it.

Anyway have a good Halloween!!!!!!!!!! Hope I can talk to you later ^^

-Link (Leoooo)

[doodling-doodle]

Through The Eras (CH.8)

Okay. it was finally almost time for the MVA’s.

Wanderlust was exhausted but it was finally almost over, and he could collapse on his bed for twenty-four hours. His costume was ready, everyone had rehearsed, the sound checks were done, and props were ready. It was finally time, and he could relax a little.

So, now, he was just waiting… He just hadn’t seen Jack in over a week… He wanted to see Jack again…

Ugh. It would be fine. It was fine… Everything was fine.

(BEFORE READING! please note that I am posting this from my tablet rather than my laptop right now, so if formatting is off, and there’s not any italics or bolds where there normally would be, it will be fixed at a later date)

…

“Stress” was an understatement. Normally, he’d be fine with the MVA’s, because he loved them! But, he just found himself constantly out of time. He felt this weird sense of urgency in everything he did, needing to get it done as soon as possible so people wouldn’t be disappointed. He could handle it, he didn’t need people doubting him and his ability to run a show- he knew he could! He was going to prove it!

He woke up early today- well, even earlier then normal, he guessed- got coffee, made some to take to the building, he quickly ate a croissant that his mom told him to take before he left for the day, and he was off.

Today was… what was today- Oh yeah! The final rehearsals for Cygnus and Dahlia! Good, that meant this was… finally almost over. He had never said “Finally” when talking about award shows. He always loved it. But, he guessed that this was just his stress this time.

Okay, he needed to get a move on. Cygnus was here and he needed to make sure the crew could get the props on and off the stage, the sound checks were done, everything.

“Wanderlust, there you are.”

Oh. His father was already here.

“Father, hey!” He said, trying to sound normal as he turned to face him, flipping through his notebook, “Uh, I don’t see you on the schedule today…”

“I’ll try and get my own stuff done after everyone else is finished.”

Okay, at least it wouldn’t interfere much. But he wasn’t going to let the crew stay too late… Maybe he could do it alone, it might help if he did that anyway. Rebuild part of the bridge or whatever. His mom would appreciate it.

“Alright, well-”

“Ah, Wanderlust!”

He looked over, seeing Cygnus walking in with a smile on his face.

“Hey!” He said, putting his notebook away, “You ready? This is the final resersal before the MVA’s.”

“I’m ready.” Cygnus stopped as he got closer, bowing slightly to him, and to his father once he fully noticed him, “Sir.”

“Cygnus…” His father looked to be scowling at him. But Cygnus, ever the level-headed madman, just… smiled.

“Pleasure, sir. I look forward to seeing you and The Queen next week!” He said, turning back to Wanderlust, “Now, I believe the sound checks were today, correct?” He asked, walking away, which made Wanderlust walk with him.

“Yes! That and making sure that we can get the props on and off. Should be fine, but always good to triple check!” He replied.

“Agreed!”

He looked behind him, seeing that his father had walked off, then whispered, “Holy shit, your a quick thinker. What made you do that?”

“The look on your face.” Cygnus said, “Fear and annoyance. I know it, I used to do it myself with my mother.”

Night Swan…

“I’m really sorry…” He said, “Thank you for… pulling me out of there… shits been happening and… we’re not really on the best terms right now.”

“It happens.” He stopped, turning to him, “But you’ll likely make up. And your lucky for that.”

He looked down slightly, shaking his head, “Uh- that aside, are all your props in the backstage?”

“Yes, I got all of that last night.”

“Great! The crew will be here soon, and we can get everything done!”

This would be the second to last day before he got a week break before the actual event… He tried to get Jack invited as a guest. His father said no. But it was worth a try.

One day. One day, he’d make sure Jack would be at all of these events and shows, and nothing would stop that from happening. One day…

He also just wanted to see Jack again… He hoped he would get there tonight, but, with his father staying late, he likely couldn’t.

He’d deal with it. Tomorrow would be fine too, he guessed.

…

Jack hummed softly as he waited in his therapist’s office, scrolling his phone as he did. He hadn’t been waiting for long, but his therapist was a little late today… odd.

Ah well. Gave him some time to think about a few things on the lighter side of his mind.

Khole was adjusting to her new job well, Brezz hadn’t seen her around since. Sara was able to be here for the MVA’s, and Wander was about to get a well deserved break… He had two theory’s on what was going on with that. 1, Wander was trying to spend as much time doing prep as possible. Or, 2, he was throwing himself into work to take his mind of everything going on. Because the thing was, Wander wasn’t out of time. He had plenty of time, but, he got up earlier and earlier, and was now pretty much living off of nothing but coffee. He didn’t know why Wander felt like it was so urgent.

He was going to treat Wander once he got his break. In fact, Wander said he might be able to make it tonight!

He saw a text pop up from Wander, and he smiled softly.

“So. Your gonna laugh…”

Oh no…

“What happened?”

“Father. He’s here to rehearse, I’m not going to let the crew stay that late. I’ll be here until midnight.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Wait a sec…

“Hey, you don’t have to go in until tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“‘Have to’, no.”

“Stay over here for the night. I miss you :(“

There was a pause…

“Alright. I’ll likely be there at 12:30 or 1:00”

“Good! I’ll be on the roof, okay?”

“I’ll be there.”

He smiled softly, but he looked up at the door when his therapist walked in and he stood to greet her.

“Hey! How’s it going today?” She asked.

“Not bad, honestly. Been better, but it’s not horrible.”

“That’s progress, better then previous times.”

He chuckled softly, sitting back down as she sat across from him.

Okay… this would take his mind off Wander, but would put his mind on other things… whatever, it was fine, he needed to talk about it…

…

Wanderlust sent the crew home at about 10:30 that night, along with Cygnus, Eva Chase and Estrella. He stayed to do all the soundchecks with his father, but, at least he had all his props and his outfit already done. Which meant this would probably be his first and only rehearsal… he never liked it. This is what his father always did, which meant that there was little room for error on the day of the MVA’s. He always liked doing a second sound check, double checking the weight of the props, doing a final rehearsal to make sure the outfit wouldn’t get caught on anything. There was an order he liked to follow, and since this was the one he was in crage of, he thought that people would follow it. And everyone did, except for his father…

He was just tired. He’d probably stop being annoyed in the morning.

They were almost done anyway. Doing the lighting tests and making sure that the stage lifts were working now, then he could go…

“Is that all?” His father asked after the lifts were put back into place.

“Yep! Your done.” He replied, trying his best to smile, “I’m gonna head out. I’m spending the night with Jack.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’s like a week since I’ve seen him, so, I’m heading to his place.”

“Hmm…” His father looked confused, and a little judgmental, “Shouldn’t you be back tomorrow?”

“Afternoon, yes.”

“But you like getting things done early.”

“Well, if I’m honest, the crew needs a break and I need a bit more time to sleep in.” He chuckled softly, picking up his bag, “However, I do need to be here at 10:00 in the morning next Tuesday, and then the same for Wednesday. Everyone else besides the crew will be here at about 7:30 and it’s live at 8:00.”

His father nodded, and looked like he was about to say something, but he opened his portal and turned.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Love you!” He called out before walking through the portal, which led to the roof next to Jack’s… he saw him on the roof with his guitar, playing mindlessly.

He smiled softly, and walked over, seeing Jack look up at him and smile brightly, setting his guitar down and running over to him.

“Hey!” Jack called out as he got up to him to hug him, “Where have you been, Wander?? Seilos, you- holy shit, you look like death.” He said when he pulled back.

He chuckled a little, “Yeah… Kinda feel like it.”

Jack smiled sadly, pulling him back to the edge of the roof, and he picked up his guitar again, “Tommorow is the last day, right? Before the actual MVA’s?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’m ready to sleep for hours, honestly.” Wanderlust replied, laying down and sighing, “It’s been rough… It’s almost over…”

“You deserve a break.” Jack said, playing his guitar again, “Just lay there for a bit, honestly. Take some silence.”

“Don’t stop playing…”

He heard Jack chuckle, but he did keep playing, switching melodies a few times as he did.

Wanderlust must have not noticed, but he guessed he started tapping his leg to a beat, and Jack followed it.

If he was honest… it wasn’t just schedules in his notebook that he was writing… he kept writing lyrics. He wrote that “Slander song” that Jack encouraged him to write about his father. And he had a beat stuck in his head that he kept hearing when he wrote more lyrics. Jack just made it real. He kept looping it, and he was looking down at him, almost waiting for him to start singing what was in his head… so he did.

“Every time we lie awake. After every hit we take. Every feeling that I get. But I haven’t missed you yet…”

He started tapping his leg again, to a different beat to go with the guitar.

“Everyone that’s kept awake. By every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get. But I still don’t miss you yet…”

He sat back up, and saw Jack’s smiling face as he waited for more.

“Only when I stop to think about it…” He held his finger up to signal Jack to stop, which he did, now looking giddy, grinning wider.

He started lightly banging his fist on the roof to a different beat for the chorus, with a few before it. He imagined that as drums more then anything. He kept tapping it.

“I.” Tap tap, “Hate.” Tap tap “Everything about you! Why.” Tap tap “Do I. Love you?”

Jack picked up on the beat, and he started doing it once he started repeating it.

“I.” Two quick strums on the guitar, “Hate.” And again, “Everything about you! Why.” Again, “Do I love you?!”

He started tapping the original beat again, and Jack quickly went back to it, grinning from ear to ear. He was enjoying this more then Wanderlust was.

“Every time we lie awake… After every hit we take. Every feeling that I get. But I haven’t missed you yet… only when I stop to think about it…”

Jack was already ready to repeat the beat again, tapping on his guitar to the beat that Wanderlust did before the chorus the first time, and they both sang it this time.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?! I! Hate! Everything about you! Why do I love you?!”

He did a slightly slower beat this time.

“Only when I stop to think about you. I know… Only when you stop to think about me. Do you know…?”

He did the original beat again, four times, then the chorus beat again, and Jack went right back to it.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?!”

Then a different one.

“You! Hate! Everything about me! Why! Do you! Love me?!”

Jack looked a little shocked, but kept going as long as Wanderlust went.

“I! Hate! You! Hate! I! Hate! That you love me!”

And one final time.

“I! Hate! Everything about you! Why! Do I! Love you?!” He singaled to Jack to stop again, smiling a little now.

“I fucking love it!” Jack said, setting his guitar down, “We have to get more instruments on that, holy shit!”

He chuckled softly, “Yeah… I want to, but, honestly, Jack… I want to go to sleep.” He said, standing… trying to, he actually stumbled a bit.

“Woah, woah.” Jack said, jumping up to hold onto him, “You okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah I just…” He rubbed his face softly, “I think…”

He tried to finish his sentence, shaking his head softly and trying to open his eyes again, “Need to lay down is all…”

He heard something from Jack, but for some reason he couldn’t hear it fully. What happened to his hearing, why didn’t he-...

…

Jack hummed to the quiet music he had playing as he was cooking lunch, which was actually some of Wander’s old songs. After Wander had passed out last night, he carried him down to the guest room in his apartment, and at least got his shoes off before getting him in bed. He put a set of PJ’s Wander had left next to the bed, and he hoped that Wander would sleep in. But, if he had to, he’d wake him up so he could get to the venue on time.

He hadn’t really seen Wander since the rehearsals started. He wasn’t expecting to see Wander, a man who was normally very put together for the sake of his public appearance, a bit of a frazzled mess. He would normally always have at least a small braid for his crown, have at least some makeup on, be at least somewhat dressed up.

Instead… He saw Wander with his hair curled and frizzy, as if it hadn’t been washed in a while, and his normal crown was traded for a shorter, smaller one that was clipped to his hair. He was wearing a loose, cropped hoodie and sweatpants- granted he still looked really good, still stunning even- and didn’t have any makeup at all, which meant that you could see the dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Call him extreme, but he’d even go as far as to say Wander dropped some weight, and it did not look good. It wasn’t a lot, but he noticed it… because he noticed everything about Wander.

Yes, he was obsessive. It wasn’t the best thing.

Khloe kept saying that he needed to just go through with his plan to ask Wander out, because he had one, and he had an entire fucking script for himself. But he wanted to wait until Wander was done with all the prep… which he guessed was today, or tomorrow, really… Fuck.

He needed to do it… otherwise Khloe was going to set them up, and that was going to be a fate worse then Night Swan.

He snapped from his thoughts when he heard a door open, and he looked over to see Wander rubbing his face and yawning.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said, smirking, “How you feelin?”

“Uhh…” Wander blinked, looking up at him, “What… happened last night…?” he asked as he sat down at the counter.

“You passed out.” Jack replied, “I had to carry you down here.”

“Sorry…”

“I’m more worried about you.” He leaned on the counter, “You’ve been overworking yourself.”

“I…” He played with the hem of his sleeve, which made Jack realize that he had actually changed, “I just wanted to forget everything, okay…? I threw myself into work so I could just focus on something other then… him.”

Jack nodded, “I get it. But… look at you, your a wreak. And you just slept for over twelve hours.”

“It’s one already?!” He tried to get up, but Jack held him down.

“I made a call.” He said, “You have until three. So, I’ll get some food in you, you take a shower, wash your hair- all of that. Just get yourself fixed up for the next two hours, then you run off.”

Wander blinked, “Who did you call?”

“I called both the crew and The Traveler. The crew were a lot happier to let you have an extra couple hours.”

Wander nodded, sighing softly as he relaxed back into his seat, “What are you cooking?”

“Making breakfast for lunch!”

“You didn’t have breakfast?”

“No, I did. But you didn’t.” He smiled, “Wanted you to still have it.”

“You didn’t… have to do that…”

“Eh, I know you haven’t been eating well, so.”

“Oh, Seilos damn it.”

“I started learning your tells, you can’t hide from me anymore.”

Wander cackled, shaking his head, “Jokes on you, I can read you too!”

“Oh I know. This is where it gets good.” He turned back to what he was cooking, trying to not burn anything… But man, Wander’s laugh was an instant serotonin boost, and such a distraction… damn it.

He stopped by the hotel after they ate and Wander was showering to get him clean clothes… and realized the box was still in front of Wander’s door… which meant he never realized, likely only portaling to be quicker.

He wasn’t snooping by any means, he just wanted to find something decent for Wander to wear… but he noticed the vanity, and pictures that were tucked into the frame of the mirror. He saw quite a few pictures that he and Wander took together, some that went on Wander’s Danceagram after the fact, and a few notes.

He would regret it later… but, he decided to take a closer look. Some of them were in different handwriting, and he immediately recognized Wander’s… and his own?

“Thanks, Starboy.”

That was the note he left Wander with the necklace. The necklace that Wander still wore almost every day.

There were a few other notes, most of which were Wander’s own reminders.

“6:30 arrival, props. Final day before break!”

He planned to get there at six in the morning…? Selios, no wonder he was fucking exchusted. That had to have been every morning…

There was a few from Si’ha, and he could tell from the cursive.

“Your doing great, darling! I’m proud of you.”

He’d be lying if he said that he actually hadn’t gotten a few from her from his stays at the palace… He was pretty sure this was more like what a mother should be like… It made him wish- no, he didn’t wish anything more from that woman. His therapist had said that he couldn’t keep wishing that he had things from a woman who would never even consider it. To not wish he had things from the people that hurt him. So he wouldn’t.

Okay, he needed to go and get back to his place… he knew it was today or never.

He placed the clothes on Wander’s bed, walking back out to the kitchen to wait for him.

“Did you break into my room?” Wander asked when he walked out, and he smiled as he stood.

“Is it breaking in when you give me the key?”

“Well… okay, fair point.”

He chuckled, quickly looking at how the clothes fit Wander’s body… it was a crop top and sweatpants- not something he really chose knowingly, he just thought it would look cute!... and it did.

“Okay… this is the final day, then I’m free until Wednesday…” He sighed, “Then I think you and I have some catching up to do.” He smiled, fully turning to Jack as he picked up his bag.

“Well…”

He couldn’t back out, he had to do it.

“Hm?”

“There’s a new restaurant that opened downtown…”

Keep talking, keep fucking talking.

“... if your up for it, we could… go to dinner one night…?”

Okay, he didn’t fumble it. He figured that, if he said something at least a little different then normal, saying go to dinner, versus, go get dinner… subtle, but, it made a difference in his head…

He watched Wander’s face for something, anything, to say how he was feeling.

It was a flash- literally less then a second- of shock and his eyes going wide, before a bright smile.

“Yeah, I’d love to! Can we do… Tuesday?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” Holy shit. “You wanna do, like, 6:00 or something?”

“Yeah, that’s good!”

Holy shit.

“But, as much as I would love that tonight…” Wander said, “I do have to go.”

“Yeah…” He sighed, “Goodluck, okay?”

“Thanks.” He smiled softly, “I’ll see ya soon!”

“See ya!”

He watched Wander throw open a portal, and he ran through before it closed, and he threw himself onto the couch, head in hands.

“H-Holy fucking shit…” He huffed out a chuckle, hands shaking as he reached for his phone to text Khloe.

“I did it”

“What’s ‘it’?”

“I asked him out”

“OH

And??”

“He fucking said yes.”

He could have just broke down in tears… But now he had to plan the rest of it…

He had to figure out how to actually ask Wander if he’d… be his.

There was only two ways it would go, and he could only hope for the better option.