#this movie knows what we want - a masquerade ball
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Happy Halloween everyone!! Here is some type of no upside down AU fic :)
Eddie drums his hands on the cafeteria table and looks around at his friends. "Alright gentlemen, what are we doing for Halloween?"
He instantly gets a sense that something is off when Jeff and Gareth exchange a guilty look. Eddie leans forward and props his chin up on his hand. "Want to share with the class?"
Gareth sighs and looks at the table for a moment before bursting out, "Well, my sister and Jeff's brother really wanted to go out trick-or-treating this year, and you know how they've gotten close. And the deal was that either Jeff and I would stay at our houses manning the candy bowl, or we would go out with the kids."
Eddie huffs out, "And let me guess, you chose free candy, torturous walking, and a cutesy group costume."
Jeff smiles guiltily. "You're looking at Shaggy and Scooby-Doo."
"Adorable," Eddie says with a big fake smile before turning to Frank. "You're not leaving me high and dry though, isn't that right, Frank?"
Only, Frank seems to be just as guilty-looking as the others.
"Frank... Don't do this to me, man," Eddie pleads.
Frank sighs, "I told my mom I would do a Halloween horror movie night with her. Sorry, Eddie."
Eddie looks between all his friends, wondering if they're pulling a prank on him and fulfilling the trick part of trick-or-treat. But he slowly realizes that they're not. "Shit," he whispers, "I guess I needed to book you guys early," Eddie jokes, trying not to feel too let down.
Jeff pats his hand and says, "Hey, you can come with us. We need a bad guy in a mask."
Eddie scrunches up his nose. "Willingly walking miles and dealing with kids on an endless sugar high? No thanks. But... I appreciate the thought." He sits back and picks up a few of his pretzels before dropping them back in the bag. What is he going to do? He has always loved Halloween, his friends know this. But what's the point in celebrating if he's alone?
"You could go to Harrington's infamous ball," Frank suggests. Gareth and Jeff immediately start laughing loudly. Eddie just glares at Frank, but he doesn't seem to be joking as he defends himself, "I'm not kidding! Come on, free beer and witnessing a bunch of shit drama."
Eddie snorts. "Yeah, because I would be so welcomed there."
"It's not like people will really notice. I hear his place is jam-packed with random people every year. Plus, you could wear your bat masquerade mask," Jeff interjects.
Eddie sighs and puts his head in his hands. "You're not seriously trying to convince me to go, right?"
"I mean... we're not not trying to convince you," Gareth supplies unhelpfully. There's an oof sound that Eddie's sure is the result of Jeff elbowing him in the side. "But seriously, you can wear the mask so no one will recognize you and your slutty vampire outfit-"
"It's not slutty."
"It has a tight leather lace-up vest, it's a little slutty," Jeff stage whispers to Eddie.
Eddie groans and dramatically thuds his head down on the table before quickly looking up. "Let me get this right. You want me to go to Steve Harrington's Halloween party in a mask as a Cinderella-type vampire because you guys are ditching me?"
"Precisely. Except the part where we ditched you because we clearly invited you-"
"Okay! Okay!" Eddie cuts Jeff off waving his hands.
"And hey, we all know that you would love to get some one-on-one time with Harrington, and what's a better time to do this than undercover?" Jeff asks.
Eddie dramatically shushes him and whispers, "I told you guys that secret while entirely way too high, you cannot hold that information against me right now."
"He's right," Frank says, "You can finally find out if Harrington truly isn't an asshole."
"And see if he has the hots for you while you're wearing your-"
"I swear, Gareth, if you call the costume slutty again..."
"Okay, but are you wearing it with your leather pants?" Jeff asks, eyebrows raised.
Eddie sighs and looks down at his lunchbox. "Maybe," he begrudgingly admits.
"Slutty!" Frank loudly says, and Gareth and Jeff immediately burst out laughing.
Eddie covers his face in his hands before joining in on their laughter. "Maybe it's a little slutty," he admits.
As the boys celebrate their win, Eddie feels someone staring over at him. He glances toward Harrington's table where he's sitting next to his ex and her new boyfriend and finds him staring directly at him. Eddie's heart beats a little harder when Steve slightly smiles at him before redirecting his attention to Jonathan.
"Jesus Christ, he looked at me again," Eddie mutters.
"Dude, you always say this, but we never see him do it," Frank groans.
"Yeah, because you don't obsessively check out his table," Gareth says with a laugh before he suddenly frowns and turns to Eddie. "No offense."
"None taken," Eddie replies as he chews on his bottom lip, thinking deeply. If he goes to the party, he can finally confront his crush on the guy he's never truly interacted with unless you count all the times they catch each other's eye then... they would be interacting somewhat often.
He can also finally figure out if it's all in his head or not.
"Okay. I'm going to the Harrington party," Eddie announces.
"Seriously?" Jeff asks incredulously.
"You guys are just so convincing," Eddie says with his hands over his heart.
"Bullshit," Frank says, "You're just going for a chance to maybe say two words to him."
Eddie crosses his arms and asks, "And what would those two words be?"
"'Slutty vampire' in response to 'What are you dressed as?'" Jeff quickly jokes, earning a shriek of laughter from Gareth and Frank.
Eddie thanks whatever entity is responsible for making the bell ring to announce lunch is over. "I need new friends," Eddie lies as he gathers his stuff up.
As Gareth and Frank rush off, Jeff lays a hand on Eddie's arm and says, "Hey, we can do a Halloween slasher night if you want to this weekend. Also, don't hesitate to call if you need help getting ready or need a second pair of eyes to make sure Harrington will approve."
Eddie gives him a genuine small smile and squeezes his shoulder, "Thanks, man."
"Don't mention it," Jeff says as he walks off with a bright smile.
As Eddie watches him walk away, he catches Harrington staring at him out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as he glances over, he looks away looking... angry? Eddie just sighs and shakes his head. He needs to stop thinking that Harrington in any way has thoughts dedicated to him.
Maybe this party will be good for Eddie.
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Eddie stares at his reflection in the mirror and twists and turns. Maybe the leather is slutty, but he thinks the plain black cape does well to soften the look a bit. He stares at his hair and all the glossy individually finger-curled strands making his hair look a little more tame than usual. But hell, his arms and fingers ache. He just hopes it's all worth it.
He puts on the bat mask and frowns before taking it off and digging around for his eyeliner pencil he knows he has somewhere in the bathroom. He quickly finds it in a random basket and applies it before smudging it a bit. He puts the mask back on and smiles. He likes the way it has an elegant almost lace-looking quality to the plastic that offsets the leather of his costume.
He wishes he could call Jeff for a final look, but he doesn't want to take any precious time away from him and his brother although they're probably done trick-or-treating by now. Plus, he knows that Jeff would tell him that he looks great and not to overthink it. So, that's exactly what he's going to do.
He grabs the bright orange flyer he found on the floor at school for the Harrington Halloween House Party and cringes at the alliteration. He's pretty sure it's been the same thing for the past three years though, so it's not like Harrington has an option of changing it.
Gosh, he needs to stop stalling and finally leave for the party. He glances at his watch and sees that it's almost eleven, so people should be finally arriving an hour fashionably late. Better to be a part of that crowd to not draw much attention.
He drives over quickly, parking a little down the road when he starts seeing other cars, not wanting to get stuck if he wants to leave early. He takes a deep breath before glancing in the mirror again. He's not recognizable... right? Right.
He gets out of his van and quickly starts walking toward the intimidatingly large house. He's glad to find a group of people rushing inside and even more people outside on the front lawn who aren't sparing him a second glance. Usually, he would come to one of these things with his infamous lunchbox and upsell his stash, but he knew it would give him away tonight. Plus, it's nice to not be on edge the whole time, wondering who is approaching him for drugs and who is approaching him with a slur.
As he makes his way inside, he grimaces at the loud pop music people are wildly dancing to and the smell of alcohol that permeates the house. It's only a few minutes before someone is shoving a cup of mysteriously bright red liquid in Eddie's hand. He takes a tentative sip and shrugs. It's not horrible especially since Eddie likes terribly sweet things, but he definitely isn't going to waste time getting a second cup.
He's on a mission. And his mission is to find Steve and hope that he's not somewhere with his tongue down some random girl's throat. Eddie tries to shove away the thoughts telling him that he shouldn't expect Steve Harrington to not be doing exactly that at his party. Plus, why would he spare time to talk to Eddie of all people?
Eddie takes another sip of his drink and makes his way through the crowd, not finding a single glimpse of that Harrington mane that's usually easy to spot. He goes outside the backdoor and frowns at all the people making out in the pool before heading back inside.
He glances around a few more times before settling back in a corner, downing the rest of his drink before giving up on his search and settling on people watching. But god it’s boring.
These people are boring.
It’s just the same situation over and over again. A couple getting uncomfortably handsy with each other, or a guy and girl eyeing each other up across the room as their friends hype them up in a way that’s either grotesque or filled with squeals.
And the room is hot. So unbearably hot that his leather pants are starting to cling to Eddie in an uncomfortable way that makes him want to rip them off.
Instead, he settles on climbing the stairs and going to find whatever bathroom he can to splash some cold water in his face and hopefully get a moment to himself.
He looks at all the closed doors, pressing his ear against them before quickly backing away whenever he hears something gross. But then his ear settles on one door and there’s the distinct sound of nothing on the other side that puts him at ease.
He twists the knob and walks into the room, freezing when he realizes that, one, this is not a bathroom, and, two, someone with Steve Harrington's distinctive hair swoop is sitting in the room.
The man turns and makes eye contact with Eddie who instantly dies a little inside as he realizes it is Steve. "Sorry. I didn't mean to barge in."
Steve gives him a small smile and says, "I don't mind."
Eddie doesn't know what to do other than hover in the doorway of the dark room. Steve continues to stare at him and eventually asks, "Want to join me?"
Yes. Hell yes, he does. But also, Eddie has the distinct feeling that this either has to be a dream or a prank. But he still nods.
"Do you mind locking the door behind you? I just... don't want anyone trying to use this room as a place to hook up or something."
Now this definitely sets off a few alarms in Eddie's head, but there's a weird air of sadness surrounding Steve that makes it seem... genuine. So Eddie closes the door and locks it behind him, slowly making his way over to Steve. As he gets closer, some of the light trailing in through his blinds catches on the glittering crown that he's holding in his hands.
Eddie gestures toward it. "King Steve?"
Steve smiles sadly and looks down at the crown. "Something like that."
Eddie carefully sits next to Steve, trying to keep a respectable distance between them on the bed. His eyes trace over Steve's costume, a clearly expensive, gorgeous prince or king costume. "So, what are you supposed to be?"
"Prince Charming," Steve answers easily. He glances over at Eddie and shrugs. "Nancy thought that it would be funny because of my 'Harrington charm' mixed with King Steve, but I don't know. I kind of hate that nickname." He shakes his head and changes the subject. "What are you supposed to be?"
"Slutty vampire," Eddie says almost automatically, startling a laugh out of Steve as Eddie curses under his breath and puts his hands over his face. As his fingers press into the mask on his face, he's startled by the realization that Steve doesn't know who he is. "Sorry, my friends kept saying that, and I insisted it wasn't what I was going for. But they won that argument in the end I guess." God, he can't believe he actually said that.
"You look maybe a little slutty but in a good way," Steve rushes to say the last part. He runs a hand through his hair, getting a bit flustered. "I mean you look nice."
"So do you," Eddie admits honestly.
Steve holds his hand out to him. "Steve."
Eddie takes his hand and says, "Cinderella."
Steve laughs again. "Really?"
"I got the mask and everything," Eddie explains, not yet wanting to ruin things when Steve finds out who he really is.
"Cinderella then," Steve says with a smile that makes Eddie feel a little weak in the knees. Thank god he's sitting down.
"So, what are you doing in here in the dark all by yourself, Prince Charming?"
"I'm not by myself, I'm with you," Steve easily deflects.
Eddie raises his eyebrows although he's pretty sure the mask partially covers them.
Steve looks down at the crown again and raises it up. "I just wanted to not be this for a little bit tonight. Plus, the music was giving me a headache - too many concussions." He pauses before turning to Eddie. "And what were you doing escaping from things?"
"Looking for some quiet," Eddie says and looks down at his unnaturally bare hands. He wishes he would've kept on his rings so he could fidget with them. "I was thinking about leaving, but I wanted to stay in case I found you."
Steve shifts a little on the bed, moving to face him. "And now that you've found me?"
Eddie glances up at him and considers it for a moment. "I hadn't really thought that far."
Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Well, I hope I'm not too disappointing."
"Not at all," Eddie insists, "Actually I thought you'd be-"
"An asshole?" Steve interjects quickly, his expression becoming oddly stoic.
Eddie shakes his head. "Preoccupied with someone else. Anyone other than me really."
Steve face softens and he leans in closer, eyes tracing over Eddie's face as if trying to figure out what's under the mask covering most of the upper half of his face. "You know you can tell me your real name, right?"
Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "Maybe I'll just leave a clue behind or something. Not my shoe though. I always hated that plot line."
Steve smiles brightly. "If it fit perfectly then why did it fall off?"
"Exactly!" Eddie says clapping his hands together excitedly. "Plus, with all that dancing, I just know that shoe did not smell good."
Steve throws his head back and laughs, and Eddie just watches him, filled with pride at being able to pull that reaction out of him. As his laughter dies down, Steve glances back down at the crown.
"You should put it on," Eddie blurts out. Steve looks up at him with his eyebrows raised. "I want to see the whole costume."
Steve reluctantly places the crown on his head and glances toward Eddie. It's strange, how it fits him so perfectly at first glance, but he can see how it personally affects Steve, as if it adds a weight to his entire demeanor.
"You look good, but I think I prefer you without," Eddie admits.
Steve quickly takes it off his head and places it behind him. "Yeah, that's because it messes up my best feature."
"That's strange, I didn't see it mess with your eyes, or your smile, or your nose, or your-"
Eddie's suddenly cut off when Steve leans in and kisses him. He just as quickly pulls away and says, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've asked before I just-"
"Steve," Eddie says, laying a hand over Steve's.
Steve looks up at him nervously.
"Please do that again," Eddie says.
Steve sighs in relief and instantly closes the distance between them again, but Eddie is able to prepare for it, properly cupping his face and kissing him back. He feels like he's in a dream again as Steve deepens the kiss and runs his hands through the curls Eddie took so long to perfect. But he doesn't care at all.
There's a sudden loud ringing of a grandfather clock that pierces through the house causing the two of them to jump apart. "Jesus, I forgot that I told them they could play that creepy recording at midnight," Steve says and freezes. "Wait, it's midnight."
"And?"
"You're Cinderella."
Eddie tries to swallow down the pain of once again realizing that to Steve, he's just some random guy that he doesn't know. But Eddie smiles and says, "Well, lucky for you, the magic doesn't run out until one or two in the morning."
Steve smiles back and says, "Lucky me." But instead of kissing Eddie, he surprises him by asking, "Tell me something about yourself."
Eddie shrugs, trying to think of something that won't give him away. "I play the guitar."
"Oh, is that why you wear the..." Steve trails off, eyes flickering down to his neck before looking away. "Forget I said that. I thought I saw something."
Eddie's brows furrow, but he doesn't press him on it. "What about you? Tell me something most people don't know."
Steve thinks for a moment before smiling. "I almost didn't show up to this tonight. I was going to go trick-or-treating with some of the kids I sort of babysit. But Dustin told me they didn't need a babysitter tonight, so I ended up here."
The story twists at Eddie's heart a bit. Even with his disillusioned crush on Steve, he would've never guessed there was a group of kids he cared for so much.
Eddie reaches out and intertwines his fingers with Steve's. "I'm sure they miss you."
"I don't know. They were going in custom-made costumes for these characters they play as in D and D or something. They seemed really excited about it, so they've probably forgotten about me by now."
Eddie swallows down the entire spiel he wants to make about Hellfire Club and asking who the kids are so he might be able to recruit them and instead says, "Well, you're pretty unforgettable."
Steve smiles and opens his mouth to respond when there's a sudden loud knock on the door. Steve frowns and loudly says, "Occupied!"
A voice on the other side of the door loudly says, "I think your neighbors down the way ratted us out! Someone said the police are on their way."
"Shit," Steve mutters and runs his hands over his face. "I'll be right there! Just get rid of all the alcohol you can find and turn off the music. Party is over." He stands up and turns to Eddie offering his hand which Eddie takes.
They both stand up and Eddie realizes he's never stood directly next to him and is surprised that they seem to be the same height. God, it's so nice to be at eye level with him.
"I guess this is goodbye, Cinderella," Steve says sadly and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Will you leave me with at least a kiss?"
"You're too charming to say no to," Eddie jokes before he leans in and kisses Steve again, lingering in the kiss for as long as he can before they both pull away as there's another loud knock on the door.
Steve squeezes Eddie's shoulder one last time and says, "I promise to find you." He rushes out the door quickly after and Eddie is left standing in Steve's room alone. He takes a deep breath before he leaves slowly, distancing the time they were seen with each other.
Luckily, things are in a bit of a frenzy as he leaves so he doubts anyone noticed him slipping out of the same room as Steve. But on his drive home, Eddie realizes he gave Steve absolutely nothing to identify him with. He curses and debates turning back until he sees Hopper's police car pass him.
Steve's never going to find him.
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The entire weekend, Eddie's friends have the pleasure of hearing him share the story over and over again while simultaneously complaining about not leaving something equivalent to a shoe behind.
"Well, it sounds like you at least left him with a lot of your saliva," Gareth says one time, and Eddie has to get Jeff to hold him back.
Monday morning is the worst when he realizes he has to see Steve and pretend like nothing happened. Because there's no way he's going to tell Steve that he's Cinderella and expect him to not punch him in the face.
Okay, Steve doesn't seem the type to do that, but there's no way he would be excited to hear that Eddie's the guy he swapped spit with - god, he really needs to get Gareth's words out of his head. But Eddie thinks he'll be able to deal with Steve never knowing than Steve rejecting him.
He sees Steve here and there in the hall but is luckily able to divert his path so Steve never directly sees him. Unfortunately, Eddie knows Steve will be at the same table as always at lunch which is right in his line of sight.
When he sits down, his friends are already nudging him and cracking jokes about Prince Charming and whatnot that pisses Eddie off. It makes things worse when he sees Steve sitting with his back to him, which he's never done before. At one point, Eddie just snaps, gets up, and leaves the cafeteria saying he needs a minute. He rushes off to his locker, digging around for his spare pack of cigarettes when he hears a pair of footsteps to his left.
He sighs and closes the locker door, expecting to see a teacher who has followed him, expecting him to do something suspicious. Instead, he gets the shock of his life when he sees Steve walking right up to him.
As Steve approaches, Eddie dumbly says, "Are you looking to buy something?"
Steve runs a hand through his hair before shaking his head. "No, I'm not, Cinderella."
Eddie's eyes widen. There's no way...
"Did you really think I didn't know who you were?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't get a read on him, but he seems... upset.
"I'm sorry?"
Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair again. “Eddie, I know it was you, and I want to know why you've been avoiding me all day. Like did it really mean nothing to you? Is that why you didn't tell me your name?"
Eddie's head spins a little too fast at the revelation, so he clarifies, "Wait, you knew it was me the whole time?"
"Yes. I thought you were just really pretending to be in character or something, but today you were icing me out. And I know we haven't really talked before Friday night, but I thought I was clear about wanting to change that."
"Then why did you face with your back toward me in the cafeteria?" Eddie blurts out without thinking.
"There was something on my chair," Steve answers easily.
"Oh." Okay, maybe Eddie is an idiot but, "Wait, you really knew who I was and still, "he lowers his voice and leans in, "...kissed me?"
A look of realization crosses over Steve's face before he smiles. "Eddie, I've been staring at you for weeks now, and I just hadn't gotten the courage to talk to you yet. You're pretty intimidating."
"Me? I'm intimidating? You're literally called 'King Steve.'" Steve frowns at the title, but Eddie continues, "I never thought I had a shot with you without the mask on - or even with the mask on. I was avoiding you today because I didn't want you to realize it was me and reject me."
"I thought you called yourself Cinderella because I was dressed as Prince Charming," Steve laughs.
"I didn't even realize that was Cinderella's prince!" Eddie nearly shrieks, laughing loudly along with Steve. "We're a disaster," he says through his laughter.
Steve takes a deep breath, trying to kill his laughter a little to say, "I think we should start over a little and go on a date. This time without fake names and the police showing up."
"No promises about the second one," Eddie says with a big smile.
Steve smiles and looks at him as if waiting for something.
"What?" Eddie asks.
Steve laughs anxiously. "Is that a yes to the date?"
"Oh! Christ. Yes! Yes, it is. Sorry," Eddie sighs and runs a hand over his face, noting the way his hands don't catch on a mask this time. Steve Harrington is fine with him being Cinderella - more than fine with it really. He narrows his eyes at Steve. "And this isn't a trick?"
"I thought it would be more of a treat," Steve jokes.
Eddie rolls his eyes and simultaneously laughs at the horrible pun. "Did you know that you're really charming?"
Another laugh is startled out of Steve who quickly tries to hide it. He looks down at the ground and says, "I'm having a hard time thinking of a joke about a slutty vampire."
Eddie groans, "Don't remind me."
"I wouldn't mind if you reminded me," Steve flirts.
"Christ," Eddie says, feeling a blush quickly rise on his cheeks.
The bell for lunch rings again, and this time Eddie wants to curse the entity responsible for it.
"I'll slip you my number later so you can call me later, Cinderella" Steve announces, walking back to the cafeteria where he left his stuff.
"I'm charmed," Eddie replies with a wink that has Steve getting slightly flustered.
As he rounds the corner and gets out of sight, Eddie can't help but think about how Steve really kept his promise about finding him. He also can't wait to have proof that all his friends were wrong, except maybe he was a little bit of a slutty vampire... But it definitely paid off.
And it definitely was a very happy Halloween.
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Masquerade
Summary: Tonight's prom night at Woodsboro high and the theme is masquerade ball.
Pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader
Warnings: ⚠️18+ smut⚠️ fingering fem!receiving, dirty talk, exhibitionism, biting, masks, foul language, dubious consent,
You were excited for prom. Sydney was your date because you didn't want her going alone. Her and Billy had broke up just a week before the event. It was a shitty thing to do even for Billy. The theme was Masquerade ball. Your red rhinestone mask matched the dress your friends helped pick out. Tatum gasped the moment she saw the dress hanging in the shop window. She convinced you the over the shoulder red and white ombre dress would look good with your skin tone. Sydney's black and red dress matched yours to a T.
"Well look at you two!" Stu clapped as you and Sydney posed. "Babe take a picture of me and the girls." Tatum handed him the Nikon camera as she ran towards you both. "Say, "we're getting laid tonight!"" You laughed as he snapped a few photos. "I'm getting drunk, not laid." Sydney said finishing off the glass of wine she stole from Stu's fridge. "I guess that means I'll be the designated driver then." You were the only one that hadn't had a single drink yet. "Not tonight you won't." Tatum kissed her boyfriend before finishing his sentence. "Stu got a limo for us. We are about to be the hottest bitches at Woodsboro high."
Stu jumped out once the limo pulled in front of the building. "Ladies." He held out his hand helping each one of you out. "How the mask look?" He asked pointing to his face. The mask was devil themed having little horns sprouting at the top. Tatum's matched his being more feminine in nature. "I think it looks badass." He stuck his tounge out in celebration. "Y/n can you help me tie mine?" Sydney asked holding up the accessory to her face. "Yeah, hold up your hair for me." Tatum started to walk with Stu telling you she'd meet you inside. "That isn't too tight is it?" She shook her head. "No, it's fine. Are you ready?" Sydney asked picking up on your nerves.
"I am if you are. Let's go have fun." You held her hand as you walked in. The gymnasium was filled with students just standing around talking. There was no way you'd find Tatum and Stu before the night was over. "Jesus!" Sydney exclaimed as someone ran into her. "Are you okay?" You grabbed her arm pulling her upright. "I'm trying to be optimistic." She said through gritted teeth. "Let's just get something to drink and sit down for a bit."
"Sydney?" A girl said running up to you both. "It's Judy! From drama class?" Sydney squinted thinking. "Oh my gosh Judy! I could hardly tell who you were with that mask." Sydney looked over at you having no clue who Judy from drama class was. "You should come over to our table. Randy said he's been meaning to talk to you." Your friend looked at you not knowing what to say. "Go ahead I'm going to go to the bathroom. Powder my nose." You joked. Judy and Sydney went off leaving you alone at the table in the corner. It's where you knew you'd end up anyways.
"It's not as fun as the movies said it'd be." The man spoke taking a seat next to you. "No it's not- Billy!" He was enemy number one right now after what he did to Sydney. The audacity to even show up was insane. "I thought these masks were supposed to hide your identity?" His hair was slicked back leaving the mask on full display. "They are but you had to pick the one that made you look like the phantom of the opera." You scoffed playing with the fabric of your dress. "It's kinkier than the cheap little plastic ones they gave out." His hand sat on top of your thigh underneath the table.
"Billy you shouldn't be here at all let alone talking to me. What you did to Syd was cruel." He smiled like you said something funny. "Would you rather me cheat on her?" He spoke dangerously close to your ear. The music was loud forcing the proximity between the two of you. "What do you mean?" You asked becoming paranoid of someone catching you. "I mean I left her for you." You pulled back looking at him in shock. He rolled his neck popping the bones loudly. "For me? In what world would I want to get with you?" He once again scooted closer dragging a finger down your arm.
You swallowed dryly as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "Don't play dumb now. I've seen the way you look at me." Your eyes darted to the floor knowing you were guilty. "See. I'm right." His voice was intoxicating and if this continued you weren't sure what would happen. "So? That doesn't mean I want to sleep with you." You snapped as his hand slowly dragged the fabric of your dress upwards. "That's true but I'm sure you want me to help take care of the ache between your legs. The one that's got your hips moving ever so slowly trying to get friction, am I right?" You shook your head.
"No." His hand made contact with your bare thigh making you sit up straight. "We can't." You said as your tried to push the dress back down. "Relax. No one is paying attention to us." You looked around trying to find just one pair of wandering eyes. His hand slid between your thighs causing your breath to catch in your throat. "Remind me to thank the prom committee for the tablecloths. It's a nice touch." His fingers trailed softly up and down your underwear driving you crazier than you already were. "You're a prick. Sydney should have dumped your ass." He pinched the sensitive skin on your inner thigh causing you yelp in pain. "Don't be rude." You looked around praying the music drowned you out. "It's unbecoming."
His fingers started to draw circles over your clothed clit. "You don't have to fight me Y/n, I've already won." Billy's arrogance only made you want him more. "Fuck you. You haven't won anything." He raised his eyebrows with surprise. You were always sexier when you were mad. "Oh really?" He whispered. "In that case get up and walk away." You stayed still letting his fingers continue their motion. "Not so strong after all huh?" You tried to control you breathing as he applied more pressure to your cunt. His hand made it's way back to his lap as he adjusted himself in a more comfortable position. "I want you to slide off your panties and hand them to me." You opened your mouth to protest but he spoke once more.
"No questions. Hand them to me and you'll get them back once we're done here." You looked at the masked man making sure he was serious. His eyes were sharp looking at you like a predator would his prey. Slowly not to make much noise you slid the fabric over your thighs being careful not to catch them on your heels. "Atta girl." He said as he put them in his pocket. His hand found it's way back between your thighs. His index finger ghosted over your clit making you tremble with anticipation. "You look beautiful tonight." He spoke looking at the way your chest heaved with every word he said. "Just shut up and help me."
His hand stopped moving. "That was rude. I think it'd be far more embarrassing for you if I taught you manners in front of everyone don't you think?" You weren't sure what that entailed but you didn't want to find out. "Besides I know you love when I talk you through it. I honestly think with a little more time I could probably made you cum with just my words." You squeezed your thighs around his hand silently begging for friction.
"But time is what we don't have." He whispered before pulling away leaving his hand where it was. "Where's Sydney?" Stu asked looking at you with a grin. Billy began swirling his fingers around your clit enjoying watching you squirm under pressure. "Uhm- She went off to talk to Randy." Stu nodded looking at Billy for a second. "So what are you doing over here with her?" Your hips jerked just slightly needing more pressure. "Just checking up on her. Why don't you go check up on your girlfriend?" Billy hinted and Stu looked between the both of you. "I'll see you after awhile Y/n."
The man walked away leaving you and Billy alone once more. "You did very good." He praised as his fingers slipped down towards your entrance. Slowly he pushed two fingers in making your head lull back. A moan fell upon his ears only and the fact you made those noises for him excited him even further. "I know, I know." He whispered as his fingers sped up. "Billy..." You grabbed his wrist squeezing it so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. He removed his fingers making you whine at the loss. "I want you to move your hips like just you were earlier." Billy said as his two fingers rested right over your clit. You were unsure of yourself as you started to move your hips. "That's it." You moaned as you grinded against his hand.
Your muscles tightened as a pressure within you began to build. "Billy.. I-" The words were slurred barley coming out as English. "I know baby. Keep moving those pretty hips of yours." You held his hand in place as your arousal soaked your thighs. "Are you going to cum? You've already made such a mess it'd be a waste if you didn't finish." It sounded like a threat but he had no intention of stopping your beautiful movements. You bit your lip trying to stop the noises he so desperately wanted to hear. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cried quietly hiding your head on his shoulder. You bit down needing something to prevent you from screaming. "Shit!" Billy cursed in pain. Your legs shook and your whole body seemed to give out all at once.
Billy held you as you fought to catch your breath. "Y/n?" Sydney asked stumbling upon your frail state. "She's wasted. You shouldn't leave her alone." Billy accused his ex girlfriend of wrong doing. "You're right I shouldn't have. Creeps like you take advantage." You blinked trying to come down from your high. "I'm okay I just need some air." You tried to stand on shaky knees almost collapsing. Billy leaned down whispering once again. "Just wait a second." Sydney eyed her ex with nothing but pure hatred. "Go find Tatum I'll walk her outside." Billy said standing up carefully pulling you up with him. You fixed your dress the best you could. The wrinkles would be obvious if it wasn't so dark.
"How about you go find Tatum and I'll walk her out." Sydney argued to Billy's disappointment. "I saw her go into the bathroom I can't really get her there can I?" He seethed trying his best to keep the peace. "Y/n if he tries anything hit him in the balls." You managed a laugh finally being able to breathe. Sydney took off quickly to tell Tatum it was time to go. "This never happened." You said as he walked you to the doors. "It definitely did." He quipped as the fresh air hit your face. "These are yours I believe." He pulled out your panties displaying them for the world to see. You quickly snatched them bunching them up into your hand. "I hate you and I hate prom." You muttered more than disappointed in yourself. Billy dusted off his vest fixing the mask on his face. "You know, I'm just beginning to like it."
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Alcina divorces Y/N but they eventually get back together part 2
I love this AU. Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!
The last few months had been hell. You were staying with Sal, but you were rarely home.
You took any jobs you could get. Mostly to keep your mind off things.
Once you got off from work, you went straight to the bar in the village and tried to ease the pain with booze. It didn’t help much, though.
Sal was worried about you. He tried not to pry, but he always offered to take you fishing or to watch a movie with you.
The girls would visit at least once a week, but usually more often than that. Bela always brought you fresh food from the castle and Dani would hardly let you go because she cuddled you so much.
Cass was more reserved around everybody else, but you could tell how much she missed you. The both of you would excuse yourselves to go talk privately. She told you a lot about what Alcina had been up to and it comforted you to know that she was keeping a regular schedule. You didn’t want her to be miserable like you. After all that had happened, you still loved her dearly. There would never be another person that could take her place.
On one particular visit, the girls all had mischievous glints in their eyes. You asked them what they were up to, but Dani just giggled and said they had a fantastic plan. You were worried. When the three of them put their minds to something, there was no telling what they could accomplish.
Bela told you that Alcina would be working closely with Mother Miranda on a new experiment and wouldn’t be home for several days.
You raised an eyebrow at this. Alcina rarely left the castle and in all the time you had known her, she had never spent even one night away.
“Wow, it must be important.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows.
Dani gushed and told you what the three of them had decided. “We’re going to throw a bit of a… Soiree while mother is away!” She said excitedly.
You couldn’t help but crack up. “So, you’re gonna throw a crazy party while your mom’s out of town? That’s awesome. Will there be drinking and debauchery?” You grinned.
Cass rolled her eyes. “No, Y/N. It’s not some silly little get together. It’s a masquerade ball. Everyone there will be in disguise.”
Dani nodded excitedly. “Yeah! And there will be beautiful girls there, Y/N. We’ve invited pretty much the whole village! You have to come!” She begged.
You blushed at the idea of the girls trying to set you up with other women. “B-but! I don’t even have a costume, and I bet I can’t get out of work!” You spluttered in embarrassment.
Bela shushed you. “What part of ‘we invited the whole village’ did you not understand? Besides, we’ve already got something for you to wear.” She says and turns to hand you a sleek black outfit and mask.
Your eyes widen at just how much thought the girls had put into this. “Damn. Well, I guess I have to go, now.” You smile. This would be a fun distraction and you’d never turn down spending time with the girls.
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The day of the masquerade ball arrived and you were a bit nervous. You didn’t know what to expect, but you decided you needed to suck it up and get ready anyway. You couldn’t let Bela, Cass, and Dani down.
You had to admit, the girls had done a great job of finding your costume. It fit like a glove. Did they commission it from Donna?
Once you put on your mask, you were ready to go. It felt kind of nice pretending to be someone else for a while.
The party was in full swing once you got to the castle and it made you feel nostalgic to be back after so long. You wished you could go back in time to fix things, but you tried your best to not get in your head and upset yourself.
You spotted Bela, Cass, and Dani in matching outfits (Of course) and went over to say hello.
Dani wolf-whistled when she saw you. “Wow, Y/N. You clean up very nicely, you know that?” She teased and immediately gave you a hug.
Cass and Bela were just relieved you showed up at all. You surprised them both by pulling them into a group hug.
You reluctantly let go of your girls and nervously scratched your head. You were worried the girls were going to get into trouble.
“You don’t think Alc-” You stopped yourself and winced. You almost said her name after all this time and it stung.
Bela gave you a sympathetic look before cupping your face. “Everything has been taken care of, Y/N. Now, go mingle. I see some women over there who look very impatient to make your acquaintance.” She said and gestured to a group of young women who were checking you out.
You blushed, but Dani gave you a gentle push and sent you on your way.
Once you were out of earshot of the girls, they quickly huddled together.
“Do you think this is going to work?” Cass asked, suddenly unsure.
Bela nodded. “Yes. Mother should arrive any minute. We just have to get her to see Y/N talking with another woman and her possessiveness should do the rest.” She said confidently.
“How are you so sure she’ll react like you say?” Dani asked her eldest sister.
“Because, Dani. If I know anything, it’s that mother is painfully jealous. And, I know she still loves Y/N. They should have never separated. They’re made for each other.” Bela concluded.
Dani giggled. “So romantic! They’re soulmates!” She exclaimed, feeling more sure of their plan.
Dancing and conversation flooded the foyer for the next half hour and made the castle come to life.
You were politely mingling with other people, but on the inside you couldn’t help but think how much more fun you would be having if the lady of the castle was there with you. She was always so good at making small talk, but you were struggling a bit.
Just as a pretty blonde from the village had finally convinced you to dance with her, the castle doors opened, revealing someone you hadn’t seen in months but couldn’t couldn’t get out of your mind since the two of you parted.
“Alcina…” You whispered.
Note: Dramatic! I’ll end this one in the next installment. Hope you enjoyed!
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🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃
It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.
Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.
✨ Cue the prompt list ✨
This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.
A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!
Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️
DIALOGUE
[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]
“You have a leaf in your hair.”
“You’re shivering.”
“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”
“You’re scared of that, really?”
“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”
“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”
“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”
“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”
“It says take one, love.”
“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”
“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”
“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”
“You’re the devil in disguise.”
“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”
“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”
“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”
“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”
“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”
“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”
“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”
“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”
“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”
“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”
“Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”
“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”
“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”
“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”
“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”
“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”
“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”
SCENARIOS
Leaf hunting/raking leaves
Tailgaiting a football game
Getting drunk at Oktoberfest
Baking a pumpkin pie
Getting PSLs together
Visiting an apple orchard
Visiting a pumpkin patch
Carving a pumpkin
Making caramel apples
Bonfire
Corn Maze
Hayride (haunted or not)
Decorating for Halloween
Costume shopping
Buying couple costumes
Baking Halloween cookies
Haunted house
A doing B’s makeup for a costume
B doing A’s makeup for a costume
Watching a not scary Halloween movie (we recommend Hocus Pocus but take your pick lol)
Watching a scary movie
Halloween photoshoot
Setting up a haunted house
You’re actors in a haunted house
Masquerade ball
Going trick-or-treating
Handing out candy
Playing with an Ouija board
Telling scary stories
Bobbing for apples
Halloween/Murder Mystery Party
NSFW + AUs
[ most of the prompts can be adapted for NSFW or SFW themes but some are more suited to NSFW than others which is why we've separated them ]
“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”
“Trick or treat.”
“I would light the candle but…I’m not a virgin.”
“I like your yabbos.”
“Don’t torture yourself ___. That’s my job.”
“Darling, you’re already in my veins.”
“I’ll be the demon to your angel.”
“I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”
“Just one bite…”
“You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”
“He/She/They prefer(s) virgins.”
“I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine.”
“You’re not as scary as you think you are.” / “Maybe not. But I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”
“Everybody likes your costume better.” / “I could always take it off.”
"Forget the broom. Ride me instead."
“I may not be a vampire but I know how to suck.”
Rolling in the hay? Nah, rolling in the leaves
Sexy couple costumes
You’re stuck in the house of mirrors
7 minutes in heaven but make it Halloween (who can resist a good trope)
Painting each others’ faces/bodies
Mummy wrapping competition
A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.
A or B is under a love potion
Roleplay in costume
NSFW Halloween costume fashion show
Getting down and dirty in a corn maze and/or haunted house
Haunted bride/groom AU
Werewolf AU
Vampire AU
Succubus/Incubus AU
Bonus: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 💀
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Disclaimer: Feel free to borrow prompts from this list to add to your own prompt lists but if you do, please reblog + credit the original creators of this list or link to this post for proper credit.
Halloween divider by gutterface on DeviantArt + retrieved from Tumblr.
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Pedro Pascal Writing Challenge
Halloween 🎃 is such a fun time of year and the spookiest month of all is right around the corner sooo.....
Beginning September 14th if you would like to partake in a spooky Pedro Pascal writing contest you can choose below from the list of fall and Halloween themed prompts. **IF ANYONE WANTS TO HELP READ & JUDGE STORIES/NARROW DOWN WINNERS PLEASE LET ME KNOW (DM's are probably the easiest way to reach out).
The challenge is open to all writers who are looking for some fun and super friendly competition (if we get enough people who want to write & enter).
Writers in the contest must use the tag #PedroHalloween2023 and tag @pedrocontestsrus (it's a sister blog I created) and submit stories between September 14th and October 15. Responding to this blog with both interest and/or announcing you have submitted your story will also help to keep track of stories submitted, but tagging @pedrocontestsrus should suffice!
Prompts - Choose one of the following prompts to create your 2000+ word short story including Pedro, himself, or one of the characters he portrays. You can write in any tense or any person. Whichever prompt you choose must include all of the elements from that prompt in the story in some way, shape or form. NSFW stories are certainly welcome but not required. Multiple submissions ARE allowed.
Prompt #1 Theme: Masquerade Ball on Halloween
Must include: Vodka martini, a pumpkin, an envelope
Prompt #2 Theme: A Dark and Stormy Night ⚡️
Must include: A lit candle, bare feet, a creaking sound
Prompt #3 Theme: The Hawthorne Hotel (Salem, MA) 🧙♀️
Must include: mention of witches, a walk in the dark, pumpkin pie
Prompt #4 Theme: The Apple Orchard 🍎
Must include: hot cider, a hay ride, overcast sky
Prompt #5 Theme: What's Your Favorite Scary Movie? 🔪
Must include: a telephone, a Halloween mask, a blanket
Additional (or maybe repetitive?) Info:
- 2000-4000 word short story (flexible within a few words, just keep it in that ballpark)
- State which prompt you have chosen
- Pedro Pascal or one of his characters must be a key aspect of the story
- You may write in 1st, 2nd or 3rd person
- All "must includes" of the prompt you choose must be present in your story. It can be a small, fleeting part of the story or a main aspect. Your choice.
- 1st, 2nd and 3rd place will be announced and winners will be tagged. All entries will be thanked and applauded.
- Use the tag #PedroHalloween2023 and also tag @PedroContestsRUs
Have fun, be creative and make it your own!
Hopefully this takes off because I think it could be a lot of fun!! 🎃 👻 😍 🍬 🥵 🔪 🍸 HAPPY WRITING!!
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Saltburn: The Red Curtains
The closed red curtains may represent death in the movie, since this visual element exists twice and therefore is not a coincidence.
I feel this plays a pretty big role actually. In both scenes the light is filtered through red curtains. The way it paints the room when Felix has died gives the impression that the room is painted in blood. But when Oliver mentions his father’s ‘death’ the curtains are not completely closed, which foreshadows the lie.
Moreover, the first thing that comes to mind when listening the words ‘red’ and ‘death’ is ‘The Masque of the Red Death’ by Edgar Allan Poe. Now I’m not saying that Fennell necessarily intended this, but she clearly drew inspiration from the gothic genre, so it’s not like I’d be surprised if she was:
The story follows prince Propsero (prosperous, fortunate) who tries to shield himself from a plague, the Red Death (throughout the movie we see the Catton’s resistance to let the real world break through and shake up the little bubble they’ve created for themselves). Prospero throws a masquerade ball in seven rooms of the abbey. Each room is painted in a different colour (when Felix is giving a tour of the house he mentions the red staircase and the blue room, when Oliver first arrives at Saltburn there are seven other main characters living there –Felix, Elspeth, James, Venetia, Farleigh, Duncan, Poor Dear Pamela). A mysterious figure arrives dressed as a Red Death victim (Oliver’s lies of misfortune to earn Felix’s interest). This figure infects and kills the revelers (Oliver manipulates, infects the minds and perception of the people in the house and kills or is responsible for them being kicked out). Prosper dies too after confronting this figure, under the costume of which there’s nothing (there’s nothing tangible about Oliver, he shifts and transforms trying to be what they want him to be in order to earn their trust and when finally confronted by Felix and knowing that he cannot manipulate him anymore, he can’t allow him to live).
In the scene of death ‘entering’ that is retconned, Oliver says that his father would have been drunk OR ‘off his fucking tits’. When REAL death comes, the death that Oliver wove in these people’s lives, Felix would be deemed to be… off his fucking tits.
When the curtains are to REALLY close in Saltburn, Duncan’s arms are stuck. It’s as if his body is resistant to bringing this upon the house and it’s only when a footman tries that the curtains close. Suddenly everyone gets sick and it’s like Felix’s death physically infects them, as if it’s a sickness that has crept in with Oliver being the only one who’s not affected the way the rest are.
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Halloween/Autumn Prompt List
Hi!!! Welcome to my mish mash of a writing prompt list!!
NONE OF THESE PROMPTS ARE MINE!!! I took my favorites from other lists and compiled them all together.
Feel free to request for whoever and feel free to add a plot or just send a name and a prompt!! Happy fall yall!!
dialogue!!
“You have a leaf in your hair.”
“You’re shivering.”
“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”
“You’re scared of that, really?”
“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”
“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”
“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”
“It says take one, love.”
“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”
“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”
“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”
“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”
“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”
“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”
“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”
“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”
“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”
“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”
“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”
“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”
“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”
“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”
“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”
“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”
“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”
“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”
“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”
“Carving pumpkins is a lot harder than it looks.”
“The Frankenstein movie is an absolute insult to Mary Shelley’s novel! I can’t believe you would suggest we watch it!”
“I spent over an hour raking up all those leaves. If you jump in that pile, you’re dead to me.”
“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you want to come up with a Halloween prank that will actually scare me.”
“You haven’t really lived if you’ve never camped out in a graveyard on Halloween night.”
“It’s alright. It’s just another power outage.”
“Wait, you seriously don’t like pumpkin pie?”
“I love moments like this. Just curled up by the fire, listening to the rain.”
“The only thing I plan on doing this season is reading through the complete collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s works.”
"what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"
"i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."
"ah, you've made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples/family costume that you get any kind of say in it. you don't, actually.”
"i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."
"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"
"come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now."
Scenarios
Tailgating at football game
Baking a pumpkin pie
Visiting an apple orchard
Visiting a pumpkin patch
Carving a pumpkin
Making caramel apples
Bonfire
Corn Maze
Decorating for Halloween
Costume shopping
Buying couple costumes
Baking Halloween cookies
Haunted house
Watching a scary movie
Halloween photoshoot
Setting up a haunted house
Masquerade ball
Going trick-or-treating
Handing out candy
Telling scary stories
Halloween/Murder Mystery Party
comforting the scaredy cat amongst them
laying wide awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved
Cuddling under a blanket
Lazy days in
Flannel shirts
Cold hands
Steaming mugs
Bear hugs
Pillow forts
Thunderstorms
Sharing blankets
Log cabin
Mischief Night
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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)
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This is for you!
Hell's uncontrolled fire
(Obsessed Rollo x my oc Angelica. Rollo becomes obsessed with her like follow did in the movie. Which not only leads to a dark place but it sends him into a world of delusions and obsession. Warning ⚠️ 18++ mention of sexual urges and desires, kidnapping, drugging, attempted m*rder, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.)
Angelica was a beauty to be hold and seen which everyone in Night Raven College knows she's not only the only girl she's a beautiful woman that everyone wants.
Some may say she's a man's lady or she's memorizing to look at as if she's cast a spell on you but that was what guts said about her through her journey with the now 2nd years Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack and her fav talking fire breathing tuna loving cat Grim.
She was 5'5 with beautiful brown skin. She had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen and trust me when I say half the school caught feelings for this now 22 year old girl who is the adopted daughter of the head master of the school.
What she looks like
Her beautiful long black hair drapes over her shoulders and back like silk and her curves were to die for. Everyone shot their shots but no luck 😂🤞 she was teasing, playing with them just to see how far they'd think they were going to get with her.
An event was coming up soon and boy oh boy was she excited to see where she was going!
She arrived at the school that was almost like a cathedral and it was beautiful stained glass of different colors making the place look heavenly.
She walked in with the others and they saw a man with a cap and tired like eyes sniffing a cloth purple with stars on it, he then put it away and looked at her he looked shocked as if he's seen her before.
Rollo's pov
As I looked at this girl she took my breath away as if she placed a spell on me. It was as if no one else was there but me and her I looked at her she had a kind of glow around her it looked like heaven's light, a warm and loving glow that I yearn for.
"Uh Rollo are you sir?" Said one of my associates "Ahem yes I'm fine my apologies you must be from Night Raven College?" "Yes we are I'm Angelica you must be Rollo."
'Angelica~ the voice, name, and body of a angel.' "Please to meet you gentlemen show the boys to their rooms and I will show Angelica to her room."
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she smiled at me with those beautiful brown eyes that could place you in a trance.
"Here's your room dinner will be ready soon." "Thank you Rollo your so sweet and kind." I felt my heart throb then skipped a beat or two what is wrong with me?! "Thank you dear ."
I smiled closing the door and feeling my heart race as I leaned against the door "God..if this is the sign I prayed for into finding a wife please tell me.. please."
No one's pov
Grim basically was glaring at Rollo after he left he spoke "Grr I don't trust the Rollo guy he's creepy and weird you shouldn't be alone with him!"
"Grim I'm ok really and plus I think he's nice but to ease your mind I'll look out for any red flags and signs."
"good now let's come up with your masquerade ball gown!" "I haven't chosen one yet but I'll find something."
(Tune in for part 2)
#yandere twisted wonderland#twst rollo#rollo flamme#twisted wonderland kalim#twisted wonderland azul#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland masquerade#malleus draconia#vil schoenheit#iida shroud#riddle rosehearts#grim twisted wonderland#yandere disney x reader
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sometimes i just think about poe and it's like. i can't believe you mean this much to me? literally ahead of tfa i just kept scoffing at the descriptions of him, completely expected to be benevolently annoyed with him or meh at best and didn't understand why everyone went off abt how oscar was attractive (like i could tell objectively, but it's rare that i find someone subjectively attractive on a deep level), and then i just. saw poe for the first time on screen in theaters and that was it. instant attraction, and then a few minutes later realizing that oh, no i'm genuinely in love with this man. instant ride or die, we just clicked. i got him on a deeply intimate level just from those few minutes of screentime he has in the movie, that nothing about him following that ever surprised me? just. yeah that's him this makes sense.
and i remember writing what was absolutely self-insert masquerading as canon where r.ey was his best friend and i genuinely meant for it to be platonic but i kept accidentally writing a little bit something more and i genuinely think looking back on it that i probably had a crush and a squish on poe? and he may have started queerplatonic, leaning on alterous (if i'm understanding the term right). like it wasn't straight platonic because i genuinely had/have such a crush on him but it definitely wasn't straight romantic at the time either (and i still have moments where i'm like. yeah i'm definitely feeling qp feelings for him and not romantic ones). and then sometime in 2017, something I guess shifted and I wrote in an oc into that same fic who had a history with him and they both still had feelings for each other and they kissed at the end of the story but didn't wind up with each other, and then i started reading reader fic for him that same year and was like. oh I actually don't mind the idea of kissing him....i kinda wanna. and i also don't mind the idea of a relationship if it's with him, i even want it?
and like ofc things went sideways from there. i stopped reading fic bc my friend made fun of me for reading it and i felt like i was doing smth "wrong" and then the gaslighting of everyone hating him in t.lj when i didn't also severely impacted my ability to be able to enjoy him properly without trying to fold up my actual opinions to 'fit in' more and feeling anxious and not getting to enjoy it, but he was still such a cornerstone of comfort for me at the time. i even wrote my first reader fic in late 2018 to get some comfort from how awful things were in my personal life and it was of him. and then t.ros happened and the fandom got so toxic along w some friend stuff that my spin in poe almost broke (or so i thought), but like?? i spent the whole next year constantly drawn to things that reminded me of poe....read a book that was compared to the st and him a lot....bought a lot of orange things without thinking about it, developed a crush on a character that's like. basically poe with the serial numbers scratched off. all until i found my way back to him at the end of 2020 🥰 and after that i started embracing reader fic again and my romantic feelings for him and then lmao the physical/sexual attraction came in like a wrecking ball shortly thereafter which was New To Say The Least, but.
eeee i don't know i ended up gushing a lot about him but i just. sometimes i really think about the journey i've had with him, and how much good he's genuinely brought into my life. i get to feel all these emotions i never thought i would!! because of him!!! i get to explore new avenues that i wouldn't be interested in or comfortable in pursuing even mentally bc of him!!! he's helped me work through various triggers for my trauma bc they feel safe with him involved? and most importantly - i wouldn't know any of my lovely friends or partners if it wasn't for him? i stuck around in the fandom bc of poe, and that lead me right to my queerplatonic partners and family. i genuinely would not!! be the same person today if i had not fallen in love with that silly flyboy december 20th 2015!!! and isn't that just love in a nutshell?
#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i don't normally gush but i'm heavily caffeinated rn moreso than i've been in months#i just!!!!!!!!! i cannot believe!!!#sometimes i worry when i like. mildly dissociate thinking about him and my love/interest in him bc one time that genuinely broke a spin bc#i realized it was not doing anything for me positively. but with poe everytime i'm just like#my life would genuinely not be as joyful as it is if it weren't for you. i would not be who i am today if it wasn't for you.#(tch. might not be here generally speaking)#i just. i really went from scoffing at him to 'oh no he's hot' to 'oh i'm in love' to 'i want to be his best friend in a really intimate#way' (cos i didn't know what qp/alterous was at the time) to 'i might want to kiss him but i wouldn't imagine myself w him'#to 'oh. actually i don't mind thinking about kissing him or being in a relationship w him. actually i /want/ that.'#to having to swallow my feelings for him to be diplomatic/avoid conflict for two years while still utterly adoring him and being in love w#him to subconsciously finding my way back to him!!!!!#and deciding with grim determination i'd continue loving him as much as i wanted no matter what anyone else said and YES that meant getting#kiss him on his pretty mouth. and shipping my self insert with him PROPERLY where they end up together.#and then realizing stuff that's less pg-13!!!! but no less mind blowing. like i had THAT setting. what the hell.#i just. what a journey.#he's my sweet flyboy my absolute beloved my best friend my starlight i love him to pieces u guuuuuuuuuuuys#i've had a lot of comfort characters over the years and a handful of special interests - none of them have meant as much to me as poe#he is genuinely a part of me and who i am he's my soulmate and i wuv him#okay i'm done#nym speaks#flyboy 🧡
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Another crackling day of reveals is here! And you can keep using this handy Masterlist to keep track of your reading progress and creator guesses. Let’s jump right in with a bang! Say hello to Day 3!
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DAY 3 REVEALS
University Challenge
Nick/Charlie
Rated: M
Word Count: 10,935
In which Charlie gets the starter for ten and the bonuses...
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Masquerade Suiteheart
Nick/Charlie
Rated: T
Word Count: 5,845
Harry Greene hosts a masquerade ball
Nick dresses like a pirate
Charlie finds the confidence to talk to his crush
Nick is enchanted by the mysterious blue-eyed stranger
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glitch (i thought we had no chance)
Nick/Charlie
Rated: T
Word Count: 4,142
“What’s the last thing you remember? Of us, like the last thing we did together?”
“Um…” The curly boy stops, the weird question making a wave of anxiety hit him in the gut. “We played in the snow with Nellie, at your house.”
“Charlie that was… Over a year ago.” Nick says in a low voice. “We’re together now… I’m your boyfriend.”
“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND?”
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Charlie Spring knows for a fact that he is in love with Nick Nelson. But after a rugby accident, he kind of forgets that Nick Nelson loves him back.
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Flames at the Side of My Face
Nick/Charlie, Tara/Darcy, Elle/Tao
Rated: T
Word Count: 2,510
It's a dark and stormy night and it's the last movie night of the summer and the Paris Squad gathers at Nick Nelson's to watch murder mysteries. Suddenly, they lose the TV, the lights, and the internet. Will a Truth or Dare game lead to a first kiss?
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Husband Guy
Nick/Charlie
Rated: T
Word Count: 1,246
Mr. Nelson is depressed. A student does some meddling. Nick just wants to cuddle his husband.
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Oh So Quiet
Nick/Charlie
Rated: T
Word Count: 1,212
Nick and Charlie always sit next to each other in the Uni library, but they haven't really talked, and they're not sure how to become friends without bothering one another.
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Hey hey if you could make an event in twst what would you want it to be about?,what characters would you wanna learn more about?
hello anon!!! oooh that's such an interesting question, I really like it!
to be honest I haven't given much thought to it before, as I've started to play the game kinda recently (almost 2 months now!) and haven't participated in a lot of the events, so I still have many of the available ones I wanna explore. all the events are so interesting, with their disney movie themes, character interactions and exclusive cards!
also, I'd be pretty content with learning more about any character, really, since they're all very well written and any new detail would be nice to learn and add to their whole picture! of course, if some of my favorites were to get choosen, that would make me happier, but I'd be satisfied with any character.
hmm, as I said here, I do think an April fools event would be nice! something more light hearted, filled with jokes and chaos. one example of April fools event that I've really enjoyed are from Mystic Messenger, as they are SO FUNNY, the characters are acting kind of crazy and it makes me lose it every time.
another event I think would be interesting is a valentine's day one. I know many people would like it to follow a more romantic route, and while I don't think it would work that well and am satisfied with the way things are, a valentine's event could be great for world building! do they have something like it? are their traditions like ours? is the date inspired by some famous tale? also, valentine's is a time to celebrate love, which can also be platonic and shared between friends! it would make a very wholesome event, after we get past the usual shenanigans.
if we are following the cliche route, then we need a beach day episode type of event. it would be even funnier if none of Octavinelle was included on it. imagining the first years going to spend a day at the Island's beach together sounds like so much fun!
I'd also LOVE a masquerade ball! maybe as a reference to Cinderela? the high tension and mystery and elegance of this type of event would be very appealing to me. AND IMAGINE THE BEAUTIFUL CARDS!! I just KNOW everyone would look amazing! the masks have a lot of potential to be creative and recall the original movies. I think it would work as a twistune event, and the soundtrack would be wonderful. imagining their little chibis all dressed up and dancing together in the background now.
one in which we get to explore more of the world would be nice as well, visiting the boys homeland (such as with the Harveston and the Scalding Sands events). the world building we would get to see would be amazing, and it might answer many questions! I particularly would be interested in visiting Sunset Savanna, maybe meeting Falena and the queen while having more Cheka cameos, and of course granny Bucchi as well, perhaps even Rook's family. or the Briar Valley, take a look at how different a fae habited land is and shine some light into Malleus' grandmother mystery. as both are kingdoms, I'd also want to explore how being part of royalty would affect their lives once they're in their own countries, and not at a neutral territory like NRC.
as I've seen it being done in fanfics before, an event in which some kind of potion experiment goes wrong and turns some of the boys into little kids would also be so cute. babysitter MC to the rescue! looking after the little brats as they cause trouble would surely be endearing. and if we get little kid cards, then what? (also, I think it would be a twistune event with nursery rhymes, but imagine it as a battle event for a second. we would get to fight literal little kids. yes they are bastards once they grow up but still. it would be so funny.) and any card would be extremely cute too.
as for something elaborate, I can think of a little storyline. Peter Pan, despite being one of disney's oldest movies and also iconic ones, didn't get any references in the game, at least none that I know of. Captain Hook is such a cool character, and I think there could be some teacher twisted from him, if not an entire dorm on his name. the point is: I really like pirates. so, I'd like a pirate themed event that would make references to Peter Pan. (look, I'm gonna be very biased towards my favorites right now, this would be a completely self indulgent event)
here's how it could go: there'd be rumors of a treasure somewhere in the Coral Sea, as recently many pirate ships have been swarming the waters in search of it. Crowley, of course, would also like to get his hands on the treasure, and who better to send to do his dirty work other than his minion MC? Azul, naturally, would want in, as the Coral Sea is his home and there is no better guide than him, though his help will come by the hefty price of 50% of the profit. the twins will be dragged into this as well, but happily so, as they'd love to visit their home again, even if it's on a boat.
other characters I think could enter: Ruggie, that was working at Mostro Lounge, heard everything and wanted in to get some of the supposed money too. Deuce, who might have been roped into another contract and was dragged by Azul to help them (they needed more hands on deck. Deuce will be cleaning it). and Silver, who either got roped into this mess by Lilia or got in trouble with the octatrio because of his sleeping habits and would go with them to make up for it.
I think their interactions as they imitate a pirate crew in the middle of the sea, stuck on a ship together, have immense comical potential. someone WOULD walk the plank (most likely Floyd). Ruggie would tell pirate stories and sing sea shanties. Deuce would do his best to act the part and try to talk like a pirate during the entire thing (he's really bad at it but he's got the spirit). Silver would befriend a bunch of seagulls and fish. Floyd would play with swords and almost cut something in half. Jade would have his fun by exploring their ship and learning how's the sea experience for people of the land. Azul would be stressed because where is that damn treasure!?
another thing that could happen would be a prince Rielle appearence! I'm super curious to see how he is and what exactly is his relationship with the Octavinelle guys. and imagine if he joins the crew to help? it would be so funny, the potential of someone who has known them since they were little kids joining in... plus, I'd get Neige and Che'nya to make a cameo at the end of the event and reveal Rielle has been going to RSA and is Neige's classmate!
for their cards I think Azul would be an SSR, as the captain of the crew (and finally would be wearing a hat that suits him). Ruggie would also have one, in which, differently from his halloween one, he would look more like a first mate (think Mr Smee like). Jade would be an SR, as the quartermaster. Floyd would be the other one, as the gunner, and he'd be holding pirate swords on both hands. Silver would be a R, as the boatswain, alongside Deuce, as the swabbie of the crew (bless him).
it would make a lot more sense for it to be a battle event, but I like twistunes and would like to hear the sea shanty like rythm they could come up with, too. if it was an option, a mix of the two would be ideal.
in the end, there might not be any treasure, or it doesn't have what they expected it to, rendering their efforts worthless, but it would have been such a nice trip! I'd have a lot of fun playing an event like this!
#tea time#ANON I'M SO SLEEPY RN I'M SORRY IF ANYTHING DOESN'T MAKES SENSE#I don't feel like I'm making that much sense but I liked this question a lot so I had to answer it before going to sleep#aniplex please hire me make the peter pan event become real !!#I'll look this over after I've woken up later. rn I'm about to be a mimir#maybe I'll add some more coherent thoughts as well#one day I might write a pirate au. one day...
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The Name Of The Game
Chapter One - Goodness
AO3 Link | Next Chapter (N/A)
Fandom: Hollywood U
Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Avalon Hammond (M!MC)
Other Characters: Janey Hammond (F!OC)
Length: 7,001 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Teacher/Student Relationship, Canon-Atypical Cursing, Smoking, Implied Sex, Referenced Canon-Typical Blackmail
Notable Headcanons: Gay/Transmasculine Character (Thomas)
Series Summary: After being given a full ride to a prestigious film school by a mysterious benefactor, Avalon Hammond moves from Texas to California to try and make it big. Unfortunately, everything seems to go down hill incredibly quickly after an unintended one night stand with a professor before classes start.
Chapter Summary: Barely in LA for a week, Avalon gets invited to a masquerade ball the night before his classes start, where he meets a man.
In-Game Quests Used: On The Hunt
A/N: With PB shutting down HWU, I figured it was about time I actually get this finished. I hope you enjoy!
“That’s the last one,” Avalon says with a sigh as he drops the box he’s holding onto the top of a stack. “I hope I remembered everything, I really don’t wanna call you up in a week, crying ‘cuz I left, I don’t know, my really good nonstick pan in Texas.”
“I think you mean my really good nonstick pan,” Janey retorts, glancing up from where she’s trying to assemble some Uskea furniture. “You want good cookware, you gotta buy it yourself.”
He scoffs. “I did buy it.”
“With money from our joint account when we were getting the essentials. And since that money was family money, the pan is staying in Texas with me and the girls. Besides, you and I both know that you’re not gonna eat anything that can’t be microwaved for at least your first semester.”
“Stop projecting. I cook more than you do.”
She flicks a spare screw at him. “Anyway,” she says, overenunceating on purpose, “Since you’re done bringing shit in, you wanna help me with this?”
“Not particularly, no.”
She gives him a withering stare.
“But that don’t mean I won’t,” he says with a sigh, kneeling next to her and picking up the instructions. “Which one is this? The coffee table? Arkelstorp?”
“Bookshelf. Lo- lommarp, I think? Gotta keep your thousand dollar textbooks on display somewhere, why not on some shitty cheap furniture? Hand me that screwdriver.”
“Oh, gross, I forgot about textbooks.” He scrunches his nose. “What does an art school even need textbooks for? Tuition is already crazy high on it’s own.”
“Ain’t you getting a free ride?”
“I mean, yeah, but I wouldn't be needing someone else to pay if it weren’t so fucking expensive. If you hadn’t talked me into doing this, I’d still be at home, taking care of the girls.” He pauses, shifting his attention to the shelf for a few seconds, and then quietly says, “Ain’t too late to back out now, is it?”
Janey sighs and puts down the shelf part, shuffling in place to turn to Avalon. She gently puts a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, I know you miss them. I miss them, too, and I’m going back home in a few days. But I also know that doing this is important to you. You’ve loved acting and making movies since we were kids, and now you have the opportunity to get trained by professionals for free.”
“I don’t know if it’s free, really. It really seemed like he only offered to pay because he’s expecting something down the line.”
“I mean you don’t have to pay money, dumbass. He probably just wants you for a movie he’s producing eventually, or something. Or maybe he wants to be your sugar daddy and this was the only way he could get you to accept.” She turns back to the half-finished shelf. “Either way, I know this is something you want to do. You, getting your class list all figured out- that was the happiest I’ve seen you doing anything for yourself in a while. Dawn and Lily can’t be the only things that make you happy; it’s not fair to them.”
“I know, I just… Can’t I find something in Texas, closer to home?”
“Give it til the end of the semester, alright? You can’t quit before you even start. Besides,” She bumps his shoulder with her own. “Maybe you’ll find a hot guy who treats you right. One you’re confident could make a good stepdad to the girls.”
Avalon blushes and shakes his head. “Absolutely not! That’s not why I’m here!”
“What, you saying you don’t want to bone down with some cute Californian boy?” Janey jabs his side a few times.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to fuck, I just-!” He sighs. “What guy is gonna want some ex-hooker, who’s married with two kids, and is just now going to college? And not just any college, but a fucking film school, even though he’s pushing forty? Even with my wife being a lesbian, that still drastically narrows my already small dating pool.” He waves his hand dismissively. “It’ll probably be best if I just stick to the occasional random hookup to get me through the year, sexually. And that’s if I can find someone here who’s not scared off by me being… well, you know.” He gestures at himself.
Janey gives him an odd look, tipping her head to the side and scrunching her nose. "What, a giant? Or a bear? I thought twinks love bears. Besides, there have been men who have paid a shitton of money just to be with you for a single night, you don’t gotta worry about people not finding you attractive.”
“That was my job, Janey. They had to pay me for that.”
“Yeah, but they chose to be your clients. You weren’t the only gigolo in Gillespie County- they could have gone to someone else. But they didn’t.”
“I don’t think my clients are a good example of people finding me attractive. A few of them were into some gross, messed up shit.” He shudders. “Not the kind of people I’d want to be in a relationship with.”
“The world is big, Ava. Surely there’s a guy out there who thinks you’re sexy and is only into the things you enjoy doing. But, if you don’t wanna look for a guy for yourself, you can always find a girl for me.” She stands up, lifting the shelf as she goes. “Now, where do you want this?”
“Over here, I think.” He gets up as well, helping her move the shelf into place. “Hm.” He tips his head to the side. “It’ll look better once we get the rest of the room set up.” He starts sliding some boxes onto the shelves to make more room. “Arkelstorp next. The coffee table.”
Janey nods and begins opening the box, but before they can begin assembling, there is a knock at the door. “Who do you think that is?”
“New neighbor saying hello, or maybe some missionaries here to offer moving assistance in exchange for us attending church with them on Sunday.” Avalon shrugs. “Only one way to find out.” He tucks some stray hair back into his ponytail and heads for the front door.
Only to find no one there. He leans out, looking up and down the street. “...Huh. Okay.” He turns to go back inside, but a paper- folded and sealed with wax, taped to the door- catches his eye. He grabs it and heads back to Janey.
“Whatcha got there?”
“Letter. I think it’s from the guy who’s funding me. “The Benefactor” or whatever the fuck he’s calling himself.”
“What’s it say?”
“Hold your horses, I’m getting to that.” He snaps the fancy wax seal and unfolds the paper. A ticket, less than a third the size of the paper it was folded in, flutters to the ground as Avalon reads quietly. “Huh. There’s some kinda… charity masquerade ball function thing he wants me to go to. Says it’ll be a good way to get a foot in the door for my career.”
“Ooh, fun! When is it?”
“Um, um, uuuuum…” he picks up the ticket he dropped and inspects it. “Next week. The Sunday before classes start.”
“Damn. Same day I leave.”
“I’m still gonna be able to take you to the airport.”
“Maybe I wanted to go, too.”
“Only one ticket, babe. But he did say you’ll be in first class on your way home, so I’m not gonna be having all the fun.”
“Ooh, first class, what fun. Especially when flying makes you sick.” She wiggles her fingers at him. “You’ll tell me about it after, right?”
“Of course. I love nothing more than making fun of weird rich people with you. But for now,” he puts the letter and ticket on the bookshelf and gestures at the coffee table they were about to assemble. “Shitty furniture.
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The rest of the week passes by fairly quickly, with Avalon and Janey sightseeing and hitting up Rodeo Drive to find him a suit for the masquerade.
When Sunday rolls around, and Avalon and Janey arrive at the part of the airport they were told to be for her flight back to Texas, they’re whisked off to one of LAX’s private suites.
“Shit,” Avalon says, turning around the room after the airport employee leaves. “I mean seriously, what the shit. All this and we won’t even be here for more that, what, an hour or two? Rich people are insane.”
Janey laughs and drops her bag on one of the armchairs, then flops down on the daybed. “I’m not disagreeing with you, but you need to lie down with me. This fuckin’ thing is way more comfortable than the bed in your place.”
“I don’t doubt that. Move over.” Avalon moves some of the throw pillows off the bed, then stretches out next to her. “Shit. I think I gotta live here now.”
They share a laugh, then Janey gets back up, poking around the minibar.
Avalon leans over to rifle through a platter of single serving snacks set up on the coffee table. “Honestly, I do not believe in the slightest that all of this is actually free like that guy said. They’ve gotta be, like, keeping track of everything we touch and planning to charge us for every little thing out of place.”
“Well, it ain’t like we ourselves are paying for this. Thank you, Mister Benniefactor, whoever the fuck you are,” Janey says as she pours a craft beer into two cups, toasting to nothing as she hands one cup to Avalon. She lounges back down and they sip their beers in a comfortable silence.
Then, as Avalon opens a bag of raisins and offers her a handful, Janey breaks the silence. “Christ, we’re getting old.” Then she pours a fistfull of raisins into her mouth.
Avalon snorts. “What makes you say that?”
“Us, ten years ago? We would have fucking partied if we had been given a room like this. And here we sit, sharing a beer and eating fucking raisins.”
“Hey, now. Raisins are fucking good. Besides, this is just the pre-party. Once the hookers and my coke guy show up, things will really get going.”
“Wow, a single week in Hollywood and you already have a coke guy? A little early in your career to be going off the deep end, isn’t it?”
Avalon laughs and flicks a raisin at Janey, who catches it after it bounces off her arm but before it hits the bed. “How about this- we get the party started by popping open some bubbly, and then we call the girls? I wanna have at least one phone call with them a day until I’m back in Texas.”
“By bubbly you mean Lacrox, right?”
“Yeah, I don’t wanna be getting wasted in front of the girls. That’s just bad parenting.”
Janey nods in agreement, then tosses him a Lacroix, which he uses to water down what’s left of his beer.
“Christ, you’re insane,” Janey states, watching him. “You’ll fit in good.”
“Fuck, yeah, I will,” he responds. “Okay, no more cussing. Fuck, crap, shit, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Starting now.” He pulls his phone out and dials Janey’s parents.
The conversation with their daughters wasn’t that long, but it was sweet. The girls excitedly told their parents about their day, and the crafts they had made with Abuela Maria, Avalon’s mother, and that they missed them both very much, and that while they were excited their momma was coming home, they wished their daddy was coming home too.
Avalon did his best not to cry hearing that. Instead he promised that he would visit as often as he could, on long weekends and holidays.
They finally hang up when Janey’s father announces it was about time they start getting ready to go, as the time it took to get to the airport Janey would be arriving at would take about the same amount of time her flight would be.
“Hey, before I gotta go, there’s something I have to give you,” Janey says, breaking the silence that fell between them and searching through her carry on. “Fuck, I thought I just had it. I can’t have lost it already.”
“What’s up?” Avalon asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “I should probably be the one giving you something, considering you are my lovely wife whom I am abandoning with the kids for a life of luxury.”
“I think for that to be true, I have to take you to court and make you pay exorbitant fees in child support. Ah, here it is.” She pulls a sleek little box with a ribbon tied around it out of the front pocket of her bag. She settles back down next to him, crossing her legs under herself, and hands him the box.
“What’s this?”
“Open it and you’ll find out.”
“Ah. I thought you might say that.” Avalon tugs the ribbon off the box, then slides the lid off.
Inside is a simple gold chain necklace.
Janey reaches over and takes Avalon’s left hand, sliding the wedding band off his finger. “I know you Avalon. I know the kind of person you are. I know what this ring means to you. I’m not gonna tell you not to wear it, but I think you should wear it around your neck instead of on your finger.”
Avalon looks at the chain in his hands, then at his best friend- his wife- and the golden band she held in her own hands. “...What? Why don’t you want me to wear the ring?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I mean, you’ve said it yourself. Hollywood is gonna be our fresh start. I think it might be best if we go into that fresh start as best friends instead of husband and wife.” She puts a hand up when Avalon opens his mouth. “Before you say anything, we don’t have to get divorced until you graduate. Those marriage benefits are way too helpful to just drop cuz you’re going off to college. Might help us through it, anyway.”
“Are- are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t have bought that necklace if I wasn’t.” She takes the necklace from him, placing it around his neck. “Besides, you can’t land a hot twunk if he thinks you’re hitched.”
“I already said--!”
Janey snorts and laughs, interrupting him. “Jesus, I’m fucking joking. But for reals though,” she places a hand on his shoulder. “I hope you get laid. You’ve been way too pent up.”
Avalon frowns at her. “You’re making me want to not give you your gift.”
“Agk, no don’t do that! I’m sorry!”
“Alright, if you promise you’re done being a jackass-”
“Swear to god, I am!”
“Okay.” Avalon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box.
His gift was in no way as meaningful as hers was, but her face lights up the moment she opens the box and she excitedly swaps her lightning bold stud earrings out for the worm-on-a-strings.
“Oh, these-” she gives her head a little shake, and the fuzzy worms whip and wiggle around wildly- “these are fucking fantastic. I love ‘em!” She pulls Avalon into a hug.
“I fucking knew you would.” He grins, hugging her back.
After a moment, he buries his face against her shoulder. “‘M gonna miss you.”
“Aw, you big sap. I’m gonna miss you, too.”
They hold each other until the airport employee knocks on the door. “Your plane is boarding, ma’am.”
Avalon holds her tighter, not ready to let her go just yet. “You and the girls will be alright?”
“Of course, Ava. Your mom and my parents are there to help me when I can’t handle being a parent by myself.”
“Right…”
There’s another knock at the door. “Ma’am?”
“I think this is the part where you let go of me now.”
“Sorry, I just-” Avalon pulls away. “You’ve been in my life every day for the past eighteen years. I can’t just… Let you go.”
“You’re not letting me go. I’ll still be around, I just won’t be… around, around. Just for a little while. You can still visit home on holidays, or I can bring the girls here.”
Avalon nods, wiping the tears off his cheeks. “Janey, I-- I love you.”
“I love you too, Avalon.” Janey stands up, pulling Avalon to his feet with her. “You’re gonna fucking kill it here in Hollywood. I know you will.”
He grins at her, eyes still misty. “And you’re gonna fucking kill it being a third grade teacher, like always.”
“Hell yeah I will!” She grins back and pats him on the shoulder. “Break a leg, cowboy. I got a flight to catch.”
-
Avalon slips a Phantom-style mask over his face. It was dark brown and gold, and shared the same curly pattern as was embroidered onto his suit in the same colors. He smooths a hand over his hair and straightens his clothes one last time before heading into the crowded ballroom. He stays close to the edge of the room, unsure of what to do and suddenly very aware of how alone and out of his element he is.
He tugs slightly at the hem of his jacket, feeling very out of place compared to the standard black and white tuxedos all the other men wore.
Without thinking, he makes his way to the bar and orders a whiskey on the rocks, giving the bartender a smile. Once the drink is in hand, he leans against the bar, nodding politely at another man standing at the bar as he turns out to face the room.
He sips his drink in silence, surveying the crowd. He doesn’t realize the other man has gotten closer until he speaks up.
“Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but I must admit I have been trying to figure out who you are since you arrived.” The stranger’s voice is deep, and, while it isn’t exactly warm, it certainly warms Avalon. For a brief second, his eyes travel down Avalon’s body, but he quickly pulls his gaze back to his face.
Avalon suppresses a shiver and smiles cheekily at the other man. “Good luck with that, I ain’t-- I’m not exactly well known. I mean, unless you’ve ever been to the southernmost part of Texas…” He trails off and shrugs.
“I can’t say that I have.”
“If that’s the case, I’m Avalon.”
“Hm.” He furrowed his brow and looked away, thinking for a moment. “A... peculiar name, for a peculiar man. Fitting.”
“Peculiar, huh? Should I be offended or flattered?”
“You are the only man in the room not wearing a plain black suit.” He turns back to Avalon. “To be quite frank, it is rather… refreshing, to say the least.”
Avalon smirks and leans a little closer to the other man. “You know, if you’re going to flirt, I’d at least like to know your name.”
“Flirt? I--” The man cuts himself off, frowning slightly. “...I suppose I was flirting, wasn’t I?”
Avalon laughs, covering his mouth and nose with his free hand. “I’m only teasing. Flirting ain’t-- isn’t really something you can do unintentionally. But you know…” he lets his gaze slowly travel down the other man’s body (god, he’s wearing that suit well) and bites his lip. “I wouldn’t mind if it was intentional.”
“Oh-” The man’s face flushes and he turns away, taking a sip of his drink.
There’s a pause, and Avalon curses himself internally.
The man looks back at Avalon. “I’m Thomas.”
Avalon can’t help but grin as relief washes over him. “Well, Thomas, it’s nice to meet you.”
Thomas nods. “Likewise.”
For a few moments, the two men stand silently next to each other, sipping their drinks and watching the crowd.
And then Thomas speaks up again. “Would you like to dance?”
Avalon blinks, looking at his drinking companion. “What?”
“You seem to be watching the dance floor rather closely. Would you like to join them?”
“Ah, no- er, well, possibly? I would, if this weren’t the first time I’ve ever been to an event like this, or maybe if we wouldn’t be the only two men dancing together...”
“That does put a damper on things.” Thomas takes another sip and looks back out across the room.
Avalon shifts his attention back to the dance floor. Even if he had an appropriate dance partner, it wasn’t like he could dance like this. Couples twirled together in time with the music, a graceful waltz that seemed almost choreographed.
The last time he had danced even slightly similar to this, his daughter Lily stood on his feet, giggling as he spun her around the living room, barely in rhythm.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
With the uncomfortable, unintentional clink! of teeth on ice, Avalon is jolted from his thoughts as he realizes he has finished his drink. He returns the empty glass to the bar, shaking his head when the bartender offers him a refill.
Thomas finishes his own drink, and then, after a beat, turns back to Avalon. “Come with me,” he says, offering his hand.
“Oh! Okay…” Avalon hesitates, then takes him by the hand.
Thomas leads him around the edge of the room and through a set of glass doors to a balcony. Once outside, he turns to face Avalon, still holding his hand. “Do you want to lead, or shall I?”
“I don’t know how to dance like this…”
Thomas nods once, wrapping an arm around Avalon’s waist. “Just put your hand on my shoulder and follow my lead.”
Avalon does as he’s told, and the two men begin to dance, keeping in time with the music they could hear muffled through the door. Something about his close proximity with Thomas made him flustered, and he kept glancing down at his feet to make sure he wasn’t tripping over himself or Thomas.
“Look at me.” Thomas says, his voice firm but gentle. “It’s easier if you don’t focus on your feet. Relax.”
Avalon lifts his gaze, looking into Thomas’ eyes.
Thomas opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes it again.
The song ends all too soon, and the two men let go of each other.
“That was… nice. Thank you for bringing me out here.” Avalon sighs and leans against the railing of the balcony. “You mind if I smoke while we’re here?”
“Not at all.”
Avalon nods and takes a half-finished pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, placing one between his lips before searching for his lighter. “Shit, did I even--” he mutters to himself.
Wordlessly, Thomas takes out his own lighter and holds it out for Avalon, flicking it to life. Avalon looks at the flame, then at Thomas with a small smile before leaning down. As Thomas lights his cigarette, Avalon gazes into his face.
Thomas was an attractive man. This Avalon already knew, even without seeing beneath the black and silver mask he was wearing. But looking at him so closely, so intimately, got Avalon’s heart thumping.
Thomas’ skin was clear, and he had a sharp jaw, with high cheekbones and kissable lips. But his most striking features were his eyes. They were almond shaped, with just a bare hint of crows feet at the corners, and- Avalon didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed this before- they were two different colors. His left eye was a striking blue, and his right a deep, rich brown, both perfectly complimented by the midnight blue of his suit.
He was entirely mesmerizing.
Thomas smirks- god, Avalon wanted to kiss those lips- and pulls the lighter away. “Careful now,” he chides, “Or you’ll burn the whole thing away before getting a single puff.”
“Sorry, it’s just…” Avalon found himself leaning in slightly, the cigarette dangling from his lips. “You have such beautiful eyes…”
Thomas’ face flushes, and for just a second he seems thrown off, but he quickly composes himself. “The same can be said about yours…” Thomas leans in as well. “May I--”
But before he can finish his question, the balcony doors swing open and a few partygoers step out, laughing and chatting. They both straighten up quickly.
Thomas tips his head, gesturing to farther down the balcony where they would have a little more privacy. Avalon nods, and for the second time that night, Thomas takes him by the hand and leads him away.
When they end up nestled together- standing shoulder to shoulder, looking out at Los Angeles from between two potted plants, Avalon realizes that his cigarette has gone out. This time, Thomas just presses the lighter into his hand.
“I’m trying to quit,” Avalon says as he lights back up.
“Oh? How’s that going for you?”
“I mean, I smoke less than I used to. I’m just kind of… picking up a bit because I’ve got a lot going on right now. You know how it is.” He gestures vaguely with the cigarette, drawing abstract shapes with the trail of smoke. “Moving is stressful. I gotta cope with leaving everything behind somehow. Especially because I’m alone in a city where I know basically no one.”
“You know me,” Thomas states, cocking his head.
Avalon lets out a small laugh and smiles at him. “Yeah. I know you.” He bumps his shoulder against Thomas’. He takes a deep draw from the cigarette and sighs. “But… It’s hard. Having to leave what I know. My Home… My family…”
“Do you have a good relationship with your family?”
“What are you, a therapist?”
“Just curious.”
“You know what they say about curiosity and cats.”
“If I remember correctly, satisfaction brings it back.”
Avalon gives another half-laugh. “Shit. You got me there. I guess I can tell you, if you really want to know about ‘em.”
“I want to know about you. I get the feeling this is important to you.”
“You could say that. I mean, how you’re raised does play a pretty important role in who you are as a person. It ain’t- err, isn’t, really interesting though. Pretty fuckin’ bog standard upbringing here. Parents divorced when I was a kid, Dad got less and less time for me an’ my brother as he started replacing us with a new family. Mom moved us to the middle of fucking nowhere to cope with Dad leaving. My brother stopped talking to us as soon as he left for college, and now my relationship with my mom is pretty strained because she wanted me to stay in Texas and live my life how she saw fit.” He takes another puff from the cigarette. “You know, the normal amount of fucked up childhood.”
Thomas nods. “But they’re family, so you miss them?”
“Eh, yes and no. Like I said, I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it weren’t for them, but that doesn’t mean I have’ta like any of them. It’s really my best friend I miss. I consider her more of my family than most of my flesh and blood. I’m gonna move her out here once I get my career going.”
“Oh.” Thomas goes quiet for a second before asking, “What… exactly… is your relationship with her?”
“We grew up together and were close enough that our parents just kind of… assumed, you know? And what were two queer kids in a town like that gonna do, other than pretend? It wasn’t supposed to last past high school, but I kinda feel like… this lie is easier to live with than the truth, at least back in our hometown.”
“And Hollywood is supposed to be your fresh start?”
“Yeah. I may not love her in the way a man is ‘supposed’ to love a woman, but I care about her a lot. So I came here to try and get a better life for us, one where we can still be there for each other, but we don’t have to pretend to be something we’re not.” Avalon shakes his head. “Sorry, I know this is kind of a lot of information to just dump on someone I just met. ‘Hey, I’m in a fake relationship with a lesbian, wanna have gay sex?’” He rubs his face and lights up a second cigarette, handing Thomas his lighter back when he’s done. “God, I’ve been talking for too long. Sorry.”
“I don’t mind. I asked because I wanted to know.” Thomas touches Avalon’s arm gently. “It helps that you have a very pleasant way of speaking.”
“What, fuckin’... cussing every five seconds? That’s pleasant to you?”
Thomas laughs- and god, what a laugh. “I can assure you that you haven’t cursed that much.”
“Well I’m glad to know I ain’t- am not making a fool of myself in front of a nice city boy such as yourself.” Avalon smiles, then rubs the back of his neck. “I want to know something about you, though.”
“Do you want me to tell you about my own family?”
“It doesn’t have to be that. Just… something you feel like I should know about you. What makes Thomas tick?”
“Hm.” Thomas plucks the half-smoked cigarette from Avalon’s lips and takes a slow drag off of it, then places it back in Avalon’s mouth, fingers lingering against his lips for only a second too long.
Avalon short circuits.
Thomas turns his head away to blow the smoke out, then nonchalantly states, “I used to be a director. I’ve made some movies, been nominated for a few awards. I even won a couple.”
"Wow, that’s pretty impressive," Avalon says, trying to keep his cool from the indirect kiss they just shared. "But what do you mean, used to be? You don't seem any older than me, you can’t be retired already."
Thomas sighs, lowering his head. "To put it simply, I was blackmailed."
"Shit... can I ask what happened?"
He nods, staring solemnly at the twinkling lights of the city. "There was... a man. An old friend of mine. I wouldn't say he was my... partner, but I can’t deny that there was something between us." He pauses, rolling the lighter between his fingers. "He was part of this... boys’ club, you could call it. He wanted me to join-- a bunch of actors, directors, and producers. They would help each other, but snub everyone who wasn’t in their little club. I couldn't stand to be a part of it, so I refused."
"Let me guess, he didn’t like it?"
"Not one bit." He shook his head, then laughed sourly. "He said that if I didn't join, he would out me. The way he would have described it… it would have ended my career instantly, mostly due to certain implications he would have pushed. So, I had his two options: either join his club, and help to ruin an art form I hold so incredibly dearly- or continue trying to make movies by myself, only to have my life and my relationships ruined alongside my career."
"God, that's horrible," Avalon breathes. "I don't know how anyone could be so cruel as to take something as important as coming out away from someone, much less in such a disastrous way."
"Some people just like to make others suffer." Thomas turns back to Avalon, and Avalon realizes just how close he had gotten to him. He straightens himself. "But no matter the crossroads, there is always a third option. As much as it pained me, I retired quietly and he, thankfully, left me alone. I teach now. Even if I can't make films myself, I have found solace in being able to pass my knowledge onto others."
"Do you enjoy teaching?"
"Well… I must admit, some of my students make it... difficult. But yes. I do... enjoy it. Sometimes."
“Do you ever wish you could go back to making movies?”
Thomas sighs and turns his back on the city, resting his elbows on the rail and looking up at the starless sky. “Constantly. It’s so… simple. All I need to do is just let go of what he’s holding over me and the power there will be gone.”
“But it’s not as easy as it sounds.”
“No. It’s like you said, there is safety in the false familiar.”
“Right…”
The two men stand together, silently sharing the rest of the cigarette for a few moments before Thomas speaks up again. “Thank you.”
Avalon blinks and looks at him. “What for?”
“For talking, for listening. I’ve never… told anyone about that before.” He shakes his head slightly. “I don’t know what it is about you that’s made me trust you so easily. I don’t know how to describe it, but there is something almost… familiar about you. Comforting.” He sighs quietly and murmurs, “I think there’s something wrong with me tonight.”
Avalon can’t help but let out a small laugh. “What, you don’t normally bare your soul to near strangers?”
For just a moment, the corners of Thomas’ mouth curl up. “I don’t normally do anything with strangers. There might be something in the air.”
“Do you mean the smog, or the light pollution?”
Thomas doesn’t exactly laugh, but he does smile a bit more. “That, too.” He turns his head slightly, looking at Avalon. He lets out a quiet sigh.
“Something on your mind?”
“I’d like to kiss you,” he responds all too quickly. Then he covers his mouth and looks away. “...I don’t know where that came from.”
Avalon can feel his face flush, and he reaches out and gently touches Thomas’ arm, drawing his gaze back to him. “It’s okay. I’d like it, too.”
“You… would?” Thomas leans a little closer.
Avalon leans in as well. “I would.”
Thomas places his hands on Avalon’s shoulders and gently tugs him down to reach him. Avalon wraps his arm around Thomas, pulling him closer. He places his other hand lightly against the back of Thomas’ head.
His lips were just as soft as they looked.
Before they break away from each other, Thomas’ hand ends up cupping Avalon’s jaw, gently stroking Avalon’s chin with his thumb. When they part, he moves his thumb to Avalon’s bottom lip.
“Goodness,” Avalon breathes, his lip rubbing against Thomas’ thumb. His fingers toy with the strings of Thomas’ mask. “Could I take this off? You can take mine off as well.”
“Of course.” Thomas moves his hand to the back of Avalon’s head, loosening the string on his mask.
The breath catches in Avalon’s chest as for the first time tonight, Thomas’ face comes fully into view. He already knew that Thomas was handsome, but… goodness. That was all he could think. Goodness. Goodness.
“Goodness,” He murmurs again.
“Disappointed?”
He grins, leaning his head against Thomas’ hand, which had found its way back to his cheek.. “Not in the slightest. Are you?���
Thomas shakes his head and gives him a quick smile. Then his expression changes to one more troubled.
“Are you alri--”
“I’m trans.”
“...What?”
“Forgive me, I-” Thomas pulls away, shaking his head. “I really didn’t know how else to say it, but I figured I should tell you in case it changed your answer.”
“My answer to what?”
“Would you like to leave with me?” He asks, simply.
Avalon frowns, confused. “Of course I would, but I don’t understand what you being trans has to do with--”
Thomas gives him a very pointed look, eyebrow raised.
“Oooh,” He bites his lip and looks away before nodding. “It doesn’t change my answer- or how I feel about you- at all, but it is nice to know beforehand.” He looks back at Thomas, giving him an easy smile. “Thank you for trusting me with that. I won’t disappoint you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
-
The next morning comes oh so gentle. The sheets were soft, the early sun was soft, his lover was soft.
Avalon reaches out to Thomas’ still sleeping form, gently brushing his hair off of his forehead.
Thomas makes a small noise, burying his face in the pillow and hugging it close for a few seconds before turning back to Avalon, his eyes half open, annoyed, at first, but it quickly dissolves into something softer. Warmer. “Mmh?”
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Avalon asks, quietly.
“Yes.” Thomas tries to push his expression back into one of displeasure, but it doesn’t stick. “Unfortunately, I can’t say I mind it.” He moves closer to Avalon, who catches him in his arms and holds him tight. “It’s… been a while… since I last shared a bed with someone.” His fingers gently drift over the flower tattoo on Avalon’s chest. Right over his heart. “It’s nice to not wake up alone, for a change.”
“Oh?”
He shrugs. “I’ve often found other people to be… inefficient when it comes to getting what I needed.”
“And how did I do?”
Thomas leans back slightly to look Avalon in the face. “Well. I’m still here, aren’t I? I think that alone should be a good assessment of what I thought of last night.”
“Would you have left in the middle of it if it was bad?”
“I’ve done it before.”
Avalon can’t help but laugh. “I’m glad you’re still here, then.”
Thomas hums quietly in agreement before placing a hand on Avalon’s cheek and leading him down for a deep, passionate kiss.
It isn’t until an alarm on Avalon’s phone goes off that they finally untangle themselves from each other. He half stumbles out of bed, trying to get to his pants to shut it off. “Oh, shit, is it that late already? I gotta get going…” He looks at Thomas, face down in bed with a pillow over his head. “I hate to do this to you…”
“No, I have somewhere I need to be as well,” Thomas says, peeking out from under the pillow. “I--” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Will I see you again?”
“If that’s what you want, I can give you a call and we can meet up again once my schedule settles down.” He reaches over and brushes his fingers through Thomas’ hair.
Thomas leans into the touch. “I’d like that. Give me your phone.”
Avalon nods. “Give me a moment, I just…” He taps at his phone, trying to find where the contacts are held. “Sorry, it’s a bit new, I ain’t-- I’m not used to the touch screen yet…”
“Let me.” Thomas takes the phone from Avalon’s hand. He starts to search through the apps, but freezes with his finger hovering above the screen.
“Something wrong?”
“I-” He shakes the startled look off his face. “No.” He quickly navigates to the contacts list and punches in his number before handing the phone back.
Avalon leans down and kisses Thomas gently as he takes his phone. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.” He glances at the clock, the smile fading from his lips. “God, I’m so sorry, but I really gotta go.” He pulls away, tugging his clothes back on before heading for the door. He pauses, his hand on the doorknob. He glances over his shoulder at Thomas, who was putting his own clothes on. “Thank you for last night. I really enjoyed all of it, not just where it ended.”
Thomas glances over and nods once. He wasn’t smiling, but there was something soft in his gaze, curious almost. “Good luck. With your career. This town can be… difficult to navigate. Stand your ground and you will find your place.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you. Again.” He opens the door. “I hope we get to see each other again real soon. Goodbye, Thomas.”
-
Avalon didn’t have much time to get ready for the day before his first class started. If he hadn’t been wearing a suit the night before, he would have gone straight to the campus from the hotel, but unfortunately he had to make a quick detour home to change.
Thanks to his pit stop, he arrives to his first class of the day a bit later than he anticipated-- right along side the majority of his classmates.
Avalon was fully unprepared to find that the lecture hall was actually an opulent auditorium, one more fitting a theater than a college if only it weren’t for the tables between every row of seating.
Young students mill about, chatting as they find seats with their friends, some bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for the morning, while others seemed to be on second and third cups of coffee.
Avalon moves down the side of the theater, finding a seat near the stage.
Three rows in front of him and a bit to his left, a man he assumes to be the professor of the class sits at a proper desk plunked down in the middle of the row of seats, rifling through papers in his briefcase.
There was something almost familiar about the way the man moves, but from where Avalon sits he couldn’t be too sure. Besides, as far as Avalon knew, white men with dark hair and brown eyes were fairly common in Hollywood. He could think of a few actors off the top of his head that matched that description-- maybe not by name, but he knew the characters they played.
After a few minutes, as the last few students find their seats, the professor gets up from his desk and climbs the stage. The lights dim slightly and the chatter quiets as he takes his place at center stage. He clears his throat, looking out at the auditorium. His gaze glosses across Avalon before snapping right back to him, making direct eye contact. One brown eye, and one blue, he notices.
“Oh, fuck me,” Avalon mutters under his breath.
And judging by the way Thomas’ jaw moves, he quietly says the same.
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21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?
Thank you so much for the tag, @bardicbeetle!
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21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?
Never. I think about writing constantly and am always overflowing with new ideas and concepts that I'd love to turn into new stories or add to my WIPs! Writing is one of the greatest highlights of my days and I've been coming up with fantasy stories since I was a little kid - it's been my passion ever since. I can't imagine my life without pursuing anything career-wise for myself that doesn't involve creating something, and that includes writing!
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
Oh, I love this question. I'll answer it for the cast of my WIP Enchanted Illusions!
Marcus Kallihan, the story's finest sniper and most dangerous assassin is incredibly good at playing the violin. It's a hobby he doesn't have much time to pursue lately, but which he is very passionate about.
Augustus Grimmure hates butterflies and flying insects with all his might. There isn't really an answer as to why, he just has an innate phobia of any kind of insectoid that can just pick up and fly to his face at any given moment just because it can.
Damien Daemitya hates dancing in public. It's not that he's not good at it, he is very good at almost everything he puts his mind to (except drawing and maybe cooking), but it just feels awkward for him to dance around other people and he hates it when he goes to events (such as masquerades and balls) where dancing is required between nobility. He used to adore dancing with his first love though, (Evangeline's birth mother, Portia), at home in their mansion - it was one of his favorite things to do. He's also the one who taught Evangeline, their daughter, how to dance.
39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?
That's a good question. When I hit a writing slump, nowadays, I usually take a break before I can get really overwhelmed by that feeling. During that break, I try to consume media that I know I like and that'll possibly inspire me, such as movies, series, books, and especially music! I love creating writing playlists, as music tends to get me into a daydreaming mood - and that daydream usually sparks some inspiration for a story I'm working on.
Also, the nagging feeling of needing to write at all costs (or else I'll implode) and wanting to see my WIPs published one day also helps me from giving up when the days get tough! We all have days or weeks when our writing isn't at its best or isn't coming out like we wish it would - and when it comes down to it, I think that it is a matter of being patient with ourselves and giving our minds the time and care needed to inspire more creative thinking!
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(This is a slap in the face screenshot for the people who are being led astray by a bitter pastor and his cult leaders masquerading themselves as ushers who will try to send their congregation to this blog and point out little bits and pieces from this blog in order to convince them how I am a hypocrite and man user like his niece who is a witch, who I'd also the reason I have to be shackled and chained to these narcisstic men I stay with and don't have sex with. Its not my fault these men have this biblical desire to provide for me with no strings attached
I put in my two week notice Pastor. Did you?
Researching the whole story on your own is imperative to not being misled by Satan people. Stop being lazy. God Bless.
King Elias finds his real wife playing Homemaker to a random guy due to his ex-wifes black magic
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The Talk - OHhhhh... now that you find out your ex-wifes a witch doing spells so you have no free will and her private parts are totaled like my car which she also tried to copy you want to talk?
https://youtu.be/My2FRPA3Gf8 - Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus
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https://youtu.be/hJGnpjPfUUI - It's Payback Time - Tarot (aka Spiritual CIA/FBI Readings)
God watching Elias' wife take out her laptop halfway through this movie as she starts researching something on the internet
God: What are you doing?
Elias' Wife: I'm going to order a hazmat suit so I can safely K.O his ex-wife, so that I won't need a tetanus shot after.
https://youtu.be/cJc7xWJbwJw - Press - Cardi B (a song for you polygamous, blabber mouth, uneducated, fake mask wearing, money hungry, dont know who the daddy is, side chicks)
True Story:
While I was on tour in these homeless women shelters (prison). I kept asking God "why do these women keep thinking they can bully and jump me?" Is it my size? Do I look like a child? Am I being too nice? Many delusional Goliath's found out real quick, I don't care if they tower over me or under me...they better pick and choose how they want me to treat them. Make sure you pass that on to your sister (Stephania). The last person that told me they were going to knock me out flat on the floor, ended up flat outside a homeless shelter. Pull up if you want to...I can be classy or hood you pick? (and I don't need anyone to hold me back, come find out if you want to, those veneers in your mouth will be smiling at you on concrete, if they havent already started falling out). So if you are coming, you better hurry up and catch me while I'm pregnant and throwing up... otherwise (sips tea).
Moving on:
Sorry about that...How unprofessional of me! Are you familiar with The Matrix Movies? (if not, fortunately for you, Google knows everything, look it up and study its main characters)...
Neos name means "New". His wife is Trinity (God in three persons) When you put both names together it is code for "The New Trinity. God in three persons. Gods spirit (One Spirit) is made up of masculine and feminine counterparts which house this one spirit (Gods spirit). The two (1 masculine counterpart and 1 feminine counterpart) will be made one (married/joined together.) In a human body, these counterparts are called Melchizedek. What God has put together, let no man seperate not even a bitter stalker std carrying ex-wife. Sorry Stephania.
Sparknotes gets it
"Even Neo's Matrix name, Thomas Anderson, suggests a parallel with Christ. “Anderson” literally means “son of man,” a phrase used to describe Christ in the Gospels. “Thomas” suggests the New Testament figure of the disciple Thomas who won't believe in Christ's resurrection until he sees proof with his own eyes"
God hid The story of the Melchizedek in your human psyche (mind) so that you would retell their stories (prophecy) in your entertainment i.e books, movies, music...etc. Too many people have had their hands on your bibles to keep all hidden knowledge in these books..but "they" still have not figured out how to fully control, touch, transfer and change your minds. So God hid fragments of the truth (story) in the minds of believers and non-believers.
(So yes, a lot of the music and movies we chose to use are old school, because lets just be real, very few of you are authentic due to trend following and slave curriculums, they even make you draw the same in art class.
But thank you for your cooperation, we needed someone to tell The True Story of Our Bible over and over again..so that we could put your fragmented bits and pieces in order for the blind and hard of hearing upon our (The Melchizedek) awakening 😇 ...now thats team work! (Whats that dear ? You like stories about us but not who the stories are actually about... nobody cares sore loser). The Bible did say we would be hated amongst men...hmmm I wonder why? Thanks God.
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Do not copy our work, you can share it, you can ignore it. BUT do not pretend you came up with these theories or our ideas. Everyone has a brain, if you know your brain did not come up with these ideas and you think because you have a big following or congregation that you can masquerade as the creator of said idea. We will watch you like a sad reality TV show, just like we watched Elias' ex-wife , her family of masonics disguised as pastorial humanitarians and his greedy ungrateful family lose everything, after 3 years of thinking they were getting away with it. All while watching you look like complete fools as you lose your little following and misguided congregation because they find out you are a liar. We don't care if you support, follow, sneeze, wheeze, unfollow, pinch your nose when we walk past, racial slurs blah blah blah...just don't copy and share without giving us credit. Great talk.
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https://youtu.be/lsDMWvDDGpY - Backin it up 👆
Elias' Wife: Pssst Elias (slips Elias a note) ♥
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God: whoa hey, hey whoa whoa you freaky amateurs
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Elias & His Wife: Yes, but but but but then... you promised 😢 😭
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Prince Charming (Loki x Female Reader)- Part 2
I was too excited to wait any longer before posting part 2! This part is pretty long but it didn’t feel right to split it anywhere. Over 3k words!
Summary: Things with Chaos begin to develop pretty quickly now that Loki his preoccupied with is new girl.
Warnings: none, just fluff
"Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty!”
10 minutes late. Chaos had certainly accepted the challenge, alright. The sun was already peeking through the building outside your window when the two of you called it a night. Could it still be calling it a night when it wasn’t night anymore though? You had lost track of time in the shower replaying the conversation over again. The lack of hot water quickly brought you back to reality and you grabbed the closest outfit you could reach and threw your hair up in a bun as you raced to the conference room. You noticed Loki giving you a confused stare from across the table. He pretended to pay attention while typing a message out to you from his tablet.
L.Laufeyson: You’re staring off into space and grinning like a mad man. Stop it. It makes you look creepy.
You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him when Rogers turned his back to face the screen.
Who are you calling creepy? I know you only pay attention to the parts about hostile takedowns. Maybe I just really enjoy 7am mission briefings. You don’t know me as well as you think you do Mischief!
When Tony shared a look between you and Loki from his end of the table, you both put the tablets down and made a better attempt to pay attention. You tried to quietly hide your yawn. Maybe you could sneak in a nap later since you hadn’t actually gotten a wink of sleep.
Over the next few weeks, you not only talked to Chaos every night you weren’t away for a mission, the two of you had begun to exchange a few messages throughout the day as well when you both weren’t busy with work. Since you weren’t really hanging out with Loki much anymore, it was a welcomed distraction. You had come across him on his phone on several occasions with his book carelessly discarded somewhere nearby. He always seemed to get frustrated with you when you interrupted his reading so this girl must really be special to him. One afternoon, you swore you heard him sigh after putting his phone away. It felt like a punch to the gut. If he even noticed that you hadn’t had one of your movie nights or dinners together in nearly a month, it didn’t seem to bother him. It just gave you more excuses to return the flirtatious advances from Chaos. You couldn’t say that you were really fighting it all that hard though. It may have started out as a distraction, but it felt really good to feel wanted by someone again. Being head over heels for your best friend, coworker, and pretty much roommate makes dating kind of difficult.
With Rogers away on a mission, you cut training a few minutes short to hurry back to your room. A huge grin slowly spread to see the light in the corner of your tablet flashing. Even though it was hard, you resisted the huge to check the message and made yourself shower and change first. Once you were changed into your pajamas for the night, you curled up on the corner of the sofa in your room and slid the screen on.
Dove, I know you won’t see this until late this evening, but I didn’t want to wait another second to tell you that I truly missed our talks the last several nights while I was away. I’m anxiously counting down the minutes until you arrive home from work. You’ve quickly become my favorite part of my day
This guy knew exactly what to say to make you swoon. Part of you was glad he couldn’t see how often he made you blush. You noticed the message was sent just before you returned to your room and Chaos was still logged in.
What if you didn’t have to wait until late this evening?
The fact that he was immediately responding made you smile. Although it was foolish to believe the guy would be staring at the computer waiting for you, it still gave you butterflies when he was so eager to talk to you.
I’d say that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. Not that I’m not excited to see you online, but don’t you still have a few hours of work left, darling?
Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, you snuggled up on the couch with the charger for your tablet placed within reach.
Boss is out of town, so I cut out early today. Curling up at home to watch the rain while talking to my favorite person sounded better anyways 😉
Your secret is safe with me. Rainy afternoons curled up with a good book is on my list of favorite things, though speaking with you might have recently taken a higher position on said list. Would it be too forward of me to say that I would rather spend a rainy afternoon like this by your side instead of speaking through an electronic device?
There it goes again. You feel the heat on your cheeks as you bite your lip to control the grin on your face.
Were you really on a business trip or were you just spending time thinking of things to say to make me blush? Not that I’m complaining really. To answer your question, no it wouldn’t be too forward. I was thinking the same just now actually…
You always know how to make me laugh. Unfortunately, I’m not that smooth. I truly was away for business. I can’t help but wonder now how often I cause a blush to form on your cheeks. Maybe that will be my new mission, though it would not be a fruitful endeavor without seeing it in person. I’m sure it’s adorable
Not that smooth? I beg to differ! The number of times you make me absolutely swoon tells a different story. In order to keep my dignity, I won’t disclose what that number actually is at the moment. Let’s just say you must read classical literature and Shakespeare on a regular basis because it shows. Enough of my blushing and swooning! So, Chaos, if we were to be face to face on a rainy afternoon like this, how would we spend it? Not that I am assessing your dating skills or anything… or am I?
The fact that I make you blush and swoon often is quite flattering actually. I was raised somewhat old-fashioned I guess you could say. I was taught that a woman should be treated as a princess and that anything less is disrespectful. I guess you could thank my mother for that. If I’m being completely transparent, you tend to cause me to “blush and swoon” quite often as well, Dove. The feelings you stir within me make it nearly impossible to not let a smile grace my lips at the very thought of you…
Now that I’m sure I have a blush once again residing on your cheeks, I believe you inquired about my dating skills in a not-so-subtle way… Given the honor to have you accompany me on a date on a rainy afternoon such as this, I would say that a visit to a secondhand bookstore would be in order. I of course have a few around the city I like to frequent already. I would enjoy the opportunity to discover what books captured your attention and compare our favorites. Once we had found a few treasures and picked out at least one for the other to enjoy, we would find a place to sit and converse, just like we do here already. A quiet corner of a coffee shop would be a preferred place of mine. It would give us the chance to people watch as well. We could even make up stories about their lives and what we thought their day had entailed. If you didn’t feel it to be too intimate for such a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to finding a quiet place to curl up together to watch the rain and sit and read together.
I admit that I’m now quite curious, Darling. How does my answer fair in your assessment that you may or may not be performing on my ability to court?
You reread his answer a few times before you remembered that you now needed to write back. How could you be so flustered over….words? Now seemed like a good time to run to the kitchen for a snack. Something told you that you had already decided exactly how you wished to spend your evening.
As you made yourself a hot tea and let yourself imagine what a date like that with him would be like, you looked up to see Nat and Wanda standing there staring at you.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
They shared a look before turning back to you.
“Nat, I think our girl just literally floated into the room. She also hasn’t stopped smiling for days now. Could it possibly have anything to do with this mystery guy that you keep dashing away to talk to on your tablet possibly?”
Wanda and Nat laughed as they stood and waited for their answer. Nat was even more forward.
“It’s no secret. You charge that tablet nearly three times a day now. When are you just going to meet him already? You obviously are already completely smitten with each other. It’s written all over your face and if he is making you look like this all of the time, he must be pretty dreamy.”
You willed the kettle to heat up faster to escape this conversation.
“I don’t know. Maybe we will meet up at some point, but things are pretty great right now. What if we meet in person and there is no chemistry?”
Nat came and put a hand on either cheek, holding your head in her hands.
“Sweetie, if this guy was enough to help you forget that you are madly in love with your best friend, then there is zero chance that you two lack chemistry.”
They both laughed at the shocked look on your face. Wanda patted you on the shoulder and whispered as she walked by.
“Yeah, we know about that too. You don’t hide the way you stare at him very well. The only person who can’t see your feelings is Loki.”
Squeezing the bridge of your nose out of frustration, you whispered under your breath.
“Are there no secrets in this building?!”
Wanda seemed to get an idea and turned back around before leaving the kitchen.
“The costume party! That’s how you can meet him in person! Invite him to Tony’s costume party next week. If you don’t feel it in person, you will be in disguise anyways since it’s a masquerade ball! It’s perfect! Your own little fairy tale!”
Just as Nat got excited as well, you put a stop to it.
“Absolutely not! That is so cliché even for you two! Plus, I’m not meeting him for the first time in the lion’s den. That’s just cruel. Get over it. I am not inviting him to Tony’s party, end of discussion.”
“Inviting who?”
Your head whipped around to see Loki standing at the edge of the kitchen. His wet hair formed soft curls against his shoulders and left damp spots on the tight t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places. The sweatpants that hug low on his hips didn’t help stop your breath from quickening. You felt frozen under his gaze.
“Who are you not inviting, Bug?”
Before you could answer, Nat spoke up.
“Her new Boy Toy…”
You shot a warning glare to her before turning back to Loki in time to catch the smirk form on his lips.
“Boy Toy? Is that who has been stealing you away from me? Well then, sit by me tonight for movie night and you can tell me why exactly he is not being invited to Tony’s party.”
“I uh… I can’t tonight.”
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you.
“Come on Ladybug. I haven’t seen you in days and we both know we haven’t had a movie night in ages. Don’t you love me anymore?”
You unsuccessfully hid the squeak that escaped at his question. The pout he gave you told you that he was joking and not actually acknowledging the fact that you had been head over heels for him for way longer than should be allowed. Just as you tried to come up with anything at all to say, Wanda covered for you.
“She has a date with the Boy Toy.”
He seemed to accept that answer.
“Fine. But I expect you to attend the next one, Bug. Better not keep the Boy Toy waiting now.”
As he turned to head into the living room, the kettle started to whistle, and you let out a sigh of relief. When you finished making your tea and grabbing enough snacks to not have to leave your room anymore tonight, you turned to face them one more time.
“You two better help me find a damn good costume… I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
They giggled and high fived as you shook your head. On the way back to your room, your mind drifted back to Loki. It was time to move on. At the mention of you dating someone, there was zero trace of jealously or emotion in his face. He didn’t see you like that and he never would. You had a guy that showed genuine interest in you and freely let you know as well. There was no wondering if Chaos wanted something more with you than a casual chat online. Meeting a stranger in person couldn’t be any safer than in a high security tower surrounded by the Avengers.
You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the flashing light on the tablet on the couch beside you.
I hope your silence isn’t an indication of a poor assessment…
Sorry! No not at all! I just stepped away for a minute to get something to eat. Although it is fun to make you sweat it out a little…
To say I’m relieved is an understatement, Dove. I thought maybe I had made you uncomfortable earlier.
Quite the opposite actually. It sounds like the perfect date to be honest. I’m quite the cuddler when given the chance. In fact, I’m curled up with a blanket and a hot tea as we speak…
Then I shall be jealous of said blanket and mug since they get to cuddle with you instead of me… Since we appear to both have the same thoughts as to what constitutes the perfect date, does that mean you find my skills adequate?
I suppose… 😊
So, Chaos, if you’ve already put thought into the two of us on a date, does that mean that you might want more than just exchanging messages online?... now I’m the one worried about being too forward!
As the bubbles appeared and you waited for a response, you started to regret being so blunt with your questioning.
Darling, I’ve wanted that longer than I care to admit, so no you are not being too forward. I’ve thought about breaching the subject of meeting you in person for some time but could never gather the courage to do so. I’ve honestly never had a connection with someone truly as strong as I feel with you. Is a face-to-face meeting something you might want as well?
Absolutely. I’ve been nervous to bring it up too. I didn’t want to assume that the connection was mutual and end up embarrassing myself. I’ve made the mistake in the past of letting my heart get involved to find out too late that those feelings were not returned. It’s not something I wish to go through more than once.
Dove, I can assure you that is not the case with me. I assure you that any feelings you may have developed are returned tenfold. I have never seen your face or heard your voice, yet you have my heart… Does this mean I will soon get the opportunity to see the effects of this blushing and swooning you speak of with my own eyes?
That is really good to hear and I guess I need to start hiding such effects now… So … there is a reason for my line of questioning actually…
Oh? It that so? Please continue…
I’ve actually been given an invitation to a party at Stark Tower next weekend being hosted by the Avengers. Since we did meet in an Avengers chat room, it seems kind of poetic that we meet up at an event hosted by them.
It really is poetic isn’t it? I’m aware of the event you speak of though I hadn’t planned on attending. I would be willing to reconsider however if I knew that you were in attendance as well. Is it a masquerade ball in fact, is it not?
Yes, everyone attending is expected to be in costume. If I was not only in attendance, but there as your date, would it be enough to help you reconsider?...
More than enough, My Love.
Well, it’s a date then 😊
It would be my honor, Dove. There is still one matter to discuss. If we are both in costume, how exactly will I know when I’ve found you?
Would it be too cliché to attend as Cinderella and Prince Charming? It is a ball after all.
Not at all. In fact, I find it to be quite a romantic gesture to meet my princess for the first time dressed as her Prince Charming. You deserve to have your fairy tale moment, Darling.
So, it’s settled then. Next Saturday. Do you need me to get you put on the guest list?
That won’t be necessary. You aren’t the only one with connections, Love.
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