#i’m just a ding dong n forgot to put at tag at the end of my ask :

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Exclusive Model [专属造型] Date Translation (Prologue)

“So, you wanted those extra 5 minutes just to stare at me?”

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Gentle sunlight poured into the house through the windows, spilling warmly onto my face.

I rolled in my blankets in a daze, subconsciously looking up at the clock mounted on the wall.

11:00.

MC: AHHH!! It’s 11 o’clock!? Why didn’t my alarm go off!?

I agreed to go to the exhibition with Osborn at 10.30 today!

Panicked, I jumped out of bed and tapped on my phone to unlock it so that I could call Osborn; but no matter how I tried to wake the phone up, it still retained its black screen of death.

MC: Don’t tell me I forgot to charge it after that call yesterday?

Ding-Dong! 

Suddenly, my doorbell rang.

MC: Who can it be at this time? ...Don’t tell me… Osborn?

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I hurried to the door and looked through the peephole. It really was Osborn!

I saw him hold his phone up, frowning slightly at it as he drummed his fingers on the back of it. He looked as if he was waiting for the call to get through.

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I quickly opened the door.

MC: Sorry, Osborn!

Osborn: ……

A flicker of surprise entered his expression at my sudden appearance.

It took half a second before his expression returned to normal, looking every bit like the Osborn I knew. He then promptly put his phone away.

Osborn: Morning. Your… hairstyle today's pretty unique.

He raised an eyebrow at me, a hint of amusement apparent in his voice.

MC: Huh? What new hairstyle? ...AH!

I suddenly realized that I was still in my pyjamas and my hair, a mess.

My face flushed red as I pressed down on my hair and hid behind the door, embarrassedly peeking out.

MC: Sorry! I accidentally overslept… I’ll go back inside and change!

Osborn: Sure. I'll wait for you.

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Having said that, he walked past me into the living room. 

Suddenly, an thought popped into my head. I quickly darted before him, holding my hands out to bar him access.

MC: Wait! Can you...

Can you not go in!? It’s way too messy inside now!

I felt my soul leave my body at the mess I had surely stirred up from the hurricane last night that was me attempting to finish my design draft.

Osborn surveyed the room, narrowing his eyes into a smile and drawled as realization dawned on him.

Osborn: Ohh, I get it.

Osborn: Are you hiding something at home that I'm not supposed to see?

MC: O-Of course not!

Osborn: Then what are you so nervous about?

MC: I'm just… worried that it might be inconvenient for you to manoeuvre around the place since it's a little messy inside.

MC: BUT! It's only this messy today because I was doing up my design draft yesterday! It's normally not that messy here!

Osborn: Oh, so that’s what it is. Then I’ll just have to come here again next time to see the comparison, hm~?

Osborn: So, can I go in now…?

He inclined his head at me before looking around the living room, gesturing for me to let him through.

Well, in any case, I was the one who was late, so it wasn’t as if I could just let him wait out in the cold anyway, right?

I hung my head and put my hands down.

MC: No laughing at me then…

His long legs easily manoeuvred through the clutter of scattered manuscripts among other things all over the ground.

Osborn: Okay? It’s much cleaner here than I thought.

MC: Huh? You call this clean? Just what do you really think I’m like?

Osborn: Erm… That you’re about this messy?

He opened his arms to an exaggerated width in an act of gauging my mess meter.

MC: ……

I took his hands and pressed them closer together until there was only a small gap between his palms.

MC: No! I’m only this much!

He didn’t say anything, only smiling as he glanced at his wrist where I still had my grip on him.

I hurriedly let go of his hand. I’d only stumbled half a step back when I was suddenly pulled back into his arms.

MC: !?

Osborn: Watch the scissors.

He looked at the ground and saw all the items that I hadn’t managed to put away last night after I was done. Especially the pair of scissors that lay abandoned on the ground, its blade gleaming in the sunlight.

Osborn: You should keep this away after using it next time. Got it?

MC: Yeah! There's not gonna be a next time!

It was only then that he let me go in satisfaction. He watched me for a long time before speaking again.

Osborn: Not gonna change?

I followed his gaze back down to my pyjamas and quickly wrapped my arms around my chest.

MC: Going right off to change! Just sit down anywhere, make yourself at home.

MC: You can read magazines or watch TV. I’ll be done in 10!

Osborn: Are you sure 10 minutes is going to be enough?

MC: Err… plus 5 minutes if it's okay?

There was no way I could have gotten ready in such a short time on any other day, but Osborn was here today. I couldn’t make him wait that long for me.

Osborn had a look of indifference on his face, watching me as he languidly reclined on the sofa, already treating this place as if it were his home.

Osborn: Don't worry and just take your time. I'm not in any rush today.

Saying so, he picked up one of the many magazines that I’d piled up next to the coffee table, leisurely flipping through it.

The sun shone through the windows, highlighting his angular and well-defined face.

The corners of his lips suddenly crooked upwards, his eyes sparkling with amusement as they landed on me once more.

Osborn: So, you wanted those extra 5 minutes just to stare at me?

MC: …! I'm gonna go wash up!

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I lowered my head and speed-walked into the bathroom, feeling my face burn.

Turning the faucet on, I took a handful of water and splashed it onto my face.

MC: Ugh… I’ve literally thrown my dignity to the ditch today…

I splashed my face a couple more times to ground myself, finally calming after a long while. Suddenly, another thought popped into my mind; this time, a fatal one.

Osborn seemed to have been reading a… magazine earlier. One of the magazines that had been in the pile had an interview with Osborn in it… And I’d once made extremely detailed notes on it…

I remember that I wrote a great many questions and assumptions about him in the article while I was reading it back then...

“Does Osborn laze around in bed?”, “What happens if Osborn changes his hairstyle?”, “What does Osborn like to do?” and… “What will Osborn be like when he falls in love with someone?”

I felt my heart plummet at the startling realization. I subconsciously shut the faucet and rushed out.

But as soon as I took a step out, I stopped.

If I dashed out like that to take the magazine back, then wouldn’t I be just be proving my guilt and giving myself away?

MC: Yikes… Looks like I better finish up here fast and head out.

I tried to rush through my daily wash-up routine and ended up putting my facial cleanser on my toothbrush instead of what should have been toothpaste.

MC: …???

I held back the colourful string of curses that were threatening to come out of my mouth, quickly turning the faucet on again to rinse it off.

But what came out was hot water!

MC: !!!

I endured the pain as I ran cool water over my stinging hand, taking big gulps of air as I attempted to calm down.

MC: Calm down, calm down. I stacked so many magazines there, Osborn might not even be reading THAT one! Yeah, I’m sure he wouldn’t be!

I picked up the hairdryer after I washed up, preparing to tackle my bird nest of hair.

It slipped out of my grip.

Clatter! 

The hairdryer cluttered uselessly to the ground.

MC: Did I somehow offend the washing-up gods today!?

I quickly bent down to pick it up, only for my hand to brush against the back of another hand. A familiar scent wafted in the air.

MC: Why are you here!?

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Osborn picked up the hairdryer, leaning against the door as he fixed me with a curious look.

Osborn: I could hear all the commotion from outside. Thought you were tearing the place down.

MC: Ahaha… It’s nothing, really.

MC: Really. You can just go out first...

Osborn: Really?

MC: Urk…

I guiltily looked up at him and was just about to push him right out of the bathroom when I held myself back.

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Will he be bored alone out in the living room? Plus, it’s less likely for him to be flipping through THAT magazine if I keep him here with me.

MC: Actually… There is something you can help me with?

He raised a brow, his lips curved into a smile.

Osborn: Sure. What do you need?

MC: Well…

I opened and closed my mouth, but nothing came out. I had planned on detaining him here, but I hadn’t actually thought of just what excuse I should use under the guise of him “helping me with something”.

Osborn seemed to have realized something, for he smiled at my embarrassment and ruffled my unruly bangs.

Osborn: Haven’t thought of what you needed help with yet? Or is it something that’s not too convenient to be asking about?

His fingers gently brushed against my skin as his familiar scent and warmth slowly permeated the surroundings.

MC: Of course not! Erm… Can you help me see what hairstyle suits me best? I want to hear your opinion.

Osborn: Sure.

I turned around and switched the hairdryer on, pretending to concentrate on fixing my hair.

However, I saw Osborn languidly leaning against the door frame whenever I raised my head to look at the mirror.

He was intently watching my reflection in the mirror, seemingly serious about his task to give me the input that I’d sought.

There was only one problem… Whether it be his full, perfect eyebrows, or the vague outline of his pectoral muscles through his shirt… I couldn’t concentrate for the life of me.

He suddenly raised an eyebrow as the hairdryer continued whirring.

MC: !

I quickly averted my gaze and sped my hands up.

Suddenly, I accidentally tugged onto the mess that was my bangs in the middle of my newfound rush, causing a sharp pang of pain. I winced, tears welling in my eyes.

Osborn gave a low chuckle, raising his hand to rub at the aching spot before taking the hairdryer from my hands.

Osborn: Miss, you’re not combing it right. I’m afraid I won’t be able to advise you on your hairstyle if this carries on.

Osborn: But I’m also pretty good at it myself, would you like me to do it for you?

Do you want to let Tony Xiao try his hand at it?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 5 + 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ✩Light & Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

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pinned down | | day sixteen

“if we met, at midnight, 

                                                                                          in the hanging tree. ”

welcome to day sixteen of the thirty-one days of horror! i’ve decided i’m going to include a quote from a song that you can listen to while reading for more of a spooky effect. the quote you read above is by jennifer lawrence and is entitled the hanging tree.

which, brings me right into the sixteenth prompt: pinned down. following reader and lily rabe, best known for her work in american horror story and fractured. 

triggers: honestly this is adorable

“hide and seek!” exclaimed a very excited evan, his hands in the air, pointing finger guns at you, “you said i could pick.” 

today was the first friday of the month (also the one you were thankfully given a break for from filming the new season of american horror story), which meant that everyone hanged out to spend some time together.

and, well, we’ve established that you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. 

you enlisted this month to have evan have full control over what you did. it was slightly disappointing that you couldn’t find one person to choose the planning, thus excluding him again, but alas, it was finally the dreadful day. 

and his decision? 

surprisingly, not as bad as you thought. 

you were filming coven, so, of course, he made the executive decision to take advantage of the large house you all seemed to spend way too much time inside. and, namely, play a game of hide and seek. 

“really?” you asked, “how old ‘re you? like. . . nine?” 

“ten,” he snarked back. “ten and a half on weekdays.” 

“i’m excited,” sarah commented, pulling some of her hair behind her ear. you rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“of course you are. why did i even think for a moment you wouldn’t be?” you asked. evan chuckled, but put a finger to his lips anyway. 

“okay, shush now, everyone,” he demanded, now walking around the “dinner table” you all were sitting at. “we’re gonna have two teams. the cool team, with me, and the mediocre team with taissa.” 

“hey!” squealed an offended taissa, who was narrowing her eyes. “from what i remember, you died in the first episode.” 

gasps squeaked out of people’s throats as they covered their mouths. “she went there,” lily said, shocked, “sucks to suck. she got you there.” 

evan, unable to place a real debate in the air, just stammered for a moment and then growled, “that’s it. your team just went from mediocre to bad.” he clapped his hands together. “alright, you guys ready? we’re gonna go down the table and you’re gonna choose a table. now, i know that you all wanna be teamed with me--.”

“i call taissa,” jamie said immediately. 

“same,” gaburey added. 

evan, discouraged, pursed his lips, his glance only being able to be described by sheer disappointment and betrayal. “you two. . . disgust me,” he criticized. “come on. y/n, lily, i know y’all are gonna pair with me.” 

placing a hand under your chin, you fauxed thinking. however, when you looked back up and saw his serious face, you deflated, “fine,” you choked back laughter. “fine, fine, i’ll be on your team. lily?” 

lily, your beautiful, amazing (amongst a lot of other adjectives) girlfriend, gave a smile and nodded. “sure, evan. sorry, taissa. another time.” 

taissa shrugged. “if you wanna lose, whatever,” she joked. 

at the end, sarah was along with you guys, while jamie, gaburey, taissa, and emma were with the loser team. 

“rules are simple. taissa’s team counts first--.” 

“what? why?” emma asked dramatically, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms. 

“because i’m evan peters,” he replied, coaxing amusement from the rest of your team. “you’re gonna stand outside for a minute, and then you’re gonna set a timer on your phone. whoever tagssss all of the people in the least amount of time wins.” his grin never left his face, even when he clapped his hands together. “and even better? it’s going to be all in the dark.”

“so this is hide and seek tag? in the dark?” sarah cried in worry. “as in, we’re really not gonna turn on any lights?” 

“is this why we’re sitting in the dark right now?” you asked, groaning.  

“yup times four,” evan responded. “alright. no more dilly-dallying. you four losers outside right now!” he was jumping in excitement, pushing them out the door. he even shut it right in time for taissa to open her mouth to open a question. “as lily said earlier, sucks to suck. and we’re not gonna suck. got that, evan’s angels?” 

“evan’s--.” 

“it’s our team name,” he grinned. there was a moment of silence, of you guys standing there for a moment, before his eyes went wide. “fuck, we only have a minute!” he yelled, running off in the other direction.  

you shook your head, giving lily a kiss on the cheek and then bolting. she, confused, grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “wait, y/n, where are you going? we’re separating?” she asked, surprised. 

with a cheeky smile, you gently took her hand off of you and shrugged, walking backwards. “hey, we gotta win. and me? i’m a hide and seek master. gotta go lone wolf. love you, ba--” you were mid walk backward before you stumbled over the chair and were almost sent down to the floor. 

lily cocked her eyebrow, and you flashed a grin. “that was part of the plan,” you promised, “’kay, bye!” 

she yelled after you, followed with some laughter, but hey, this is your game, yo.

you ended up running up the stairs, into where zoe’s “room” in coven was. when you reached the top, however, you realized that evan was already there, looking around. “dude, i know i’m attractive but--,” he began, but you didn’t even want to hear the end of the sentence. 

you continued down the hall, running into the bathroom and shutting the door just a crack, leaving it open. 

they’d never suspect an open door, you promised to yourself in disapproval of your shitty hiding spot. in the midst of darkness, you were barely able to find the bathtub. luckily, given the fact it hasn’t been used, you were able to lay down in it without residue water sticking on you or gross, musky knowledge of someone standing before you haunting you. 

you held your breath, resting your shoulders and keeping your eyes open (though you really couldn’t see anything, anyway). 

it didn’t take long before you heard the loud, obnoxious voices of your friends enter the house and the door swinging open. 

from the rooms below, you could narrowly make out some sentences that made you cough away laughter into your hand: 

“waIT, WAIT I DIDN’T START THE TiMeR!!!11″

“$20 we’re gonna find sarah first.” 

“nah, we’re gonna emma first.” 

“i’m right here.” 

“oh yeah. . . i forgot that you’re on our team.” 

“gUYS SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T START THE TIMER STOP LOOKING!” 

after a few moments, and a few more laugh tempting situations, they were on the move. you could hear them taunting you, trying to coax you guys from your hiding spots by offering even cash. but you knew that evan would surely kill you if you even thought about surrendering to them. 

you instead stayed still, not moving, and not breathing whenever there was a creak or a giggle. 

and then, that’s when it happened. 

a gasp. 

a squeal. 

and running. 

you could quickly identify the gasp belonging to taissa, who was screaming the entire time and quickly identifying the person she was chasing. “guys, GUYS, I FOUND HER!! GUYS--,” a smack against the stairs and a curse, “EVAN, WE REALLY HAD TO PLAY IN THE DARK?” 

there were quick footsteps running around the hallway, and you internally prayed that she wouldn’t come into the bathroom and give away your hiding spot. 

but, this unnamed girl, sounded like she was running right there. 

“who the Hell did you find?” gabourey asked from the bottom of the stairs. 

she wasn’t able to respond before your hearing when dull and you groaned, moaning in pain from the weight of someone quite literally jumping on top of you. 

“lily!” you whisper shouted, more so wheezed, before a hand was over your mouth. that didn’t stop you from continuing, albeit muffled: “you fucking ding dong!” 

“shhh, i’m sorry, babe,” she whispered through laughter, “but shhh.” she kept one hand on your mouth, her other hand on your shoulder, pinning you down. “we can’t get caught.” 

“we most certainly can if i have a broken rib!” you once again complained, very muffled. after a second, you posed to stop and bitch faced her with your eyes despite her not being able to see it.

taissa and emma could be heard running up the stairs, and then bolting down the hallways. “come on, lily, we know you’re up here. expose yourself or we will not refrain from firearms!” 

“little violent there, emma,” taissa argued, approaching dangerously close to your room. so close, in fact, you could hear her breathing. 

lily dipped low, her head against your chest as she tried to keep quiet. you shut your eyes, awaiting the unwanted die to approach. 

“i found her!” shouted emma, and you winced against her words. “wait. . . evan?” 

evan let out a series of stringed laughter. “bahahha! you thought you would find evan’s angels before me? mistake, ms. roberts, mistake! my angels are prepared for such intimate, angering, intense moments--” 

“evan is so nice, isn’t he, y/n?” lily asked, an inch from you, yet accidentally saying it as if you were across the room, causing everyone to stop talking and you to insult her with your eyes. 

dammit, lily.  

“well,” evan said with a laugh, “at least we still have sarah.” 

“found sarah!” jamie called from downstairs.