#personally I listen to halloween songs at all times of year so I wouldn't mind one bit ahah

[missholoska]

Napstabot, would you mind talking about some of the best tunes you've made?

[kaizenkhaos]

You're Imagining It...(Oh Really?)

So I saw a post a while back (I tried to find out and honestly struggled so will link if I ever come across it again), about Steve telling Robin that Billy was coming into Family Video to flirt with him. Yet no one would believe him. So this is my take on how things went down ^^

"You're imagining it."

Steve looked over at Robin, arms full of videos before putting them down carefully on the counter. It wouldn't be the first time they'd fallen all over the place. And speaking of not being the first time… The conversation Steve and Robin were having at that moment was a broken record. For the past week, a certain blond haired someone had been visiting the store every single night. Sometimes for and with his sister, scanning the aisles for the latest action or adventure movie. Other times alone, picking up stuff for Max but also at times himself. It had been an interesting insight into both Max's and Hargrove's tastes but that wasn't the thing that had gotten Steve's attention. It's that Hargrove's attention, when he'd not been scavenging for films and snacks, had been solely on Steve. It hadn't mattered who else was serving or had been on shift; every single time Hargrove had come sauntering up to him. Beelining across the store as soon as he laid eyes on him like the god damn Halloween party. If there'd been toilet paper around, he swore the guy would have brought that over too.

Robin wasn't sure how many times she would have to say it for it to finally sink in but Steve certainly wasn't getting the message she was telling him. He'd gotten it when she'd come out to him and told her about her crush but with this? It's like his delusions were full fledged and had no intentions of flying the nest. And it was sad. There were so many girls making eyes at Steve which Robin would love to stand a chance with, yet here he was, fawning over possibly the worst guy for him. Hargrove was brash, abrasive and not the type of guy Robin wanted her best friend to date, but apparently Steve either couldn't see that or had a real thing for bad boys. Robin personally had never seen the appeal.

Steve was mere seconds away from saying exactly what was on his mind to Robin, his eyes veering her direction, when yet another customer came through the door. A welcoming smile plastered itself on his face as he welcomed the young mom and girl in the store, watching as said mom was dragged off to the kid's section. The whining about wanting the latest Princess movie making him chuckle. He was ashamed to admit it but…the new one was actually kinda good. Animation wasn't the best in places, a little bit janky and the dialogue was definitely better in the last one. Holly had been obsessed with the series when he'd been with Nancy a couple of year back; knew every word to every song, or as near as damnit. The way she'd said some of the words made him smile, even after everything that had happened since. He did miss that, though not the looks Mr Wheeler used to give him when he'd caught Steve singing along.

"No, Robin…Listen. It's always one movie, return for next day. Always said in that voice and with that god darn smile. And the gum smacking! Come on Robin, you know what that means when they do that. It's attention grabbing, like that girl the other day…"

"Yeah but she was making you goo-goo eyes and even hitched her skirt up at one point. Steve, I just…." Robin sighed, knowing it wouldn't be the last time. Steve wasn't going to get it out of his head; this idea that Billy Hargrove, Number One Pain in the Ass of Hawkins, has the hots for him and that everything he now did was suggestive in some fashion. Not that it was school yard pig tail pulling to piss him off.

As if summoned by them talking about him, along came the man of the hour. Again alone and this time kitted out in his classic denim jacket, white top and tight denim jeans, he sauntered in like the guy he was. One with the air of no care in the world, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, white top tight to his chest. Steve tried not to stare as Robin sighed, finding something else to do other than watch Steve act the fool and Hargrove scanned the store. Like he'd never been in here before and didn't know the floor plan like the back of his head by now. Steve knew Billy wasn't stupid and the way he slammed his car around the town…yeah this guy had maps in his head, all planned out. And it's not long before their eyes met, over the aisles like some cheesy rom-com, and here he came. Shark like grin, glint in eyes, hands in pockets. Strolling over with long strides and then draping himself over the counter. Elbow out, hand on cheek and the tape appearing like magic.

"Not bad man. Not the best of your recommendations but passable. A 5 out of ten, just because I'm feeling generous."

"Well aren't I honoured?" Steve huffed, opening the cassette case to make sure it was rewound before slipping it back into its case and adding it to the pile. Ignoring Robin's side eye as she swiftly whisked it away. "So what you on the market for tonight? More babies in bikinis or is it cops and robbers on steroids?"

"Careful Harrington, there's children present," Hargrove sniggered, nodding at the young mom and girl who had been heading to the counter and were now diverting towards the snacks. Talk about worst case timing.

"Nah not on the market for either. Maxine is after that Ferris Bueller film? Something like Day Out. I told Maxine I don't want her and her dumb ass friends getting ideas. It's meant to be about skipping school from what she's told me."

"Yep and sticking it to the man."

"Dad'll have my hide if she starts with that." A mutter aimed at the counter but Steve picked up on enough to raise a slight brow before he schooled his face again. Hargrove's ocean like eyes latched on his like a heat seeking missile.

"Got anything else that might be a fitting substitute?"

Where he'd gotten the gum from, Steve wasn't sure, but now Harrington was leaning across the counter. Gum swirling around his finger…geez was Robin really not seeing this?! How was this any different to the girl who'd been chasing him two nights ago? "Well I mean…." He really needed to concentrate and so chose a spot just between Hargrove's eyes instead. "Could always go with Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure? School vibe but has some awesome music in it and some history to boot. Could always pass it off as an educational film."

"Smart move Harrington," Hargrove winked, looking over his shoulder to gauge which shelf he'd need to look for it on before turning back to him. "I'll do that. Guess Hagan was right on more than one thing about you. Way more than just a pretty boy."

What the hell had Tommy been saying to him….oh off he went, to get the video and giving Steve just enough time to get his wits about him….

"And what might those….be.." Steve just shook his head as Hargrove sauntered off. Video in hand, ass in those tight jeans which made Steve's eyes go down before he pulled them back up again.

The next day Nancy was trying to convince him, just like Robin, that he was just imagining things. That his dreams were merely that and that… "He's just winding you up Steve. You know what he's like and he's probably put there with Tommy, laughing about it."

"Yeah sure," Steve muttered, his eyes going from Robin to Nancy before he turned his back on the pair to go and use one of the computers. There were records to be updated and he couldn't stand to be around the conversation for any longer. He wasn't imagining it. He knew when someone was flirting with him and Hargrove was flirting. The whole nine yards. He kept coming back. Trying to get close to him, being suggestive. His eyes on Steve as soon as he spotted him. He was acting like a girl with a crush but everyone was saying he was the one like that.

"Harrington!" The girls look over at him as he strides in. Today he's decked out in his life guard gear, clearly having dropped in on the way to work. What with him being on early shift and Hargrove usually came in before work. Afternoon shifts at the weekends, morning shifts in the week so he'd be around to get Max. "Great film recommendation man. Didn't realise you had such refined taste."

"Yeah yeah, what you after today?" Steve tried to play it smooth, watching as Hargrove did the whole leaning on the counter gig he did. His eyes firmly on Steve as he tilted his head from side to side. As if trying to weigh him up. Wondering if he'd gotten under Steve's skin. Nope. He was just acting nonchalant so Robin and Nancy might take him more seriously in the 'he is hitting on me' case.

"What's with the attitude all of a sudden? I've been a really loyal customer recently Harrington." Yeah a real royal pain in the ass. Seeing Steve's raised eyebrow, Hargrove decided to just cut to the chase instead, rising slightly up from the counter but elbows still firmly planted on it. "So Maxine wants something to watch with St….Lucas. Somethin' not too mushy or soppy but you know…."

"Somethin' like Grease maybe?"

"What's that about? Sounds like a kitchen drama."

He smirks as if he's being funny but Steve just ignores him. "It's a high school musical about kids falling in love and all that jazz. I mean…it's a little mushy but has some neat tunes in it, plus some nice cars." "Huh. Okay. Not sure if I wanna listen to some kids whining for two hours but we'll give it a shot. Better not let me down Harrington. Those good looks may save your ass for some but not me amigo. If this movie sucks, you owe me dinner." A pause before that shit eating grin came back and Steve could feel the guy's eyes on the back of his head as he went to find a copy. If they dared say anything about him being delusional now, he was gonna scream...

[mxtantrights]

i'm out of my mind (but only over you)

this is a flash forward to this piece I wrote before. It's just the lyrics of the song being played out between the two of them. purely self indulgent but I hope you like it!

Steve Harrington x black!reader

People think I'm crazy,

But they don't know

Thought love had failed me

Now they're watching it grow

Steve Harrington is sitting beside you. You're talking about something and he really should listen but he can't. Or he's trying to but all your words sound so sweet like your singing each one instead of saying them. A sweet melody for him.

He can't focus on your words because he's watching you. How you talk. The way your upper lip moves when pronouncing certain words. The way your eyes dart around. The way your cheeks keep rounding with everything you say. He can't help it.

You're gonna be on him about not listening again but he could not care less. He's just taking everything in.

A few years ago if someone had told him he'd be here, sitting with the love of his life he wouldn't believe it. He didn't believe in love after that Halloween party. Yes, he had grown into a different person since then but deep down there was something rooted in him, speaking firm words that he would never fall in love again.

The first time he saw you it wasn't like he knew he would be in love with you. How could he? Unmistakably he knew you were a dream to look at. When he finally first talked to you you were even more unbelievable.

You were funny, a weird funny that he hadn't been around before. The type of funny where the jokes settle into his chest and coat his bones in something light and airy. When he laughs around you he knows he'll only laugh like that with you.

And you're kind. He knows people toss around that word a lot but he means it. He's seen you turn so many people's days around with just your presence. You are bottled sunshine. You are it for him completely.

"You're not listening to me again." you speak.

It sends all his thoughts that were swarming in his head to the background. It makes him focus on you fully now, not just daydreaming about you as you sit beside him.

"Sorry." he groans

He watches in real-time as you reach out and thread your fingers through his hair. He wants to close his eyes and enjoy the moment. But closing his eyes means not having you in his direct sight and that isn't something he enjoys.

You smile, "so you say, but you can never tell mw what you're thinking about."

Steve's stomach halts for a second. How does he tell you he's practically obsessed with you without making it sound creepy? He wants to spend every day with you, every second really but he knows you have things to do so he'll take days and hours if he has to. Until he can have you fully.

"I'm thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you." he admits.

He watches your face turn as you remove your hand from his hair. From neutral to something else, something he hasn't seen before. He's mentally taken note of all the faces you've made thus far.

The way your lips upturn when you want to tell a joke but can't. Or how your eyebrows meet in the middle when you're angry and sad. But this, right now, he can't tell. He's worried. He doesn't know if he's said too much or if this is the wrong time.

Your eyes have gone wider than usual. And your mouth is agape. Your eyebrows are up just a bit, but not in their usual place when you're shocked.

This is different.

While you make no move to speak, Steve does. He'd be damned if he puts his foot in his mouth and messes this whole thing with you up. Sure it's probably the nerves talking but he won't let there be a chance that he ruins the best thing in his life.

"It's like the song, the one I played for you. I mean the words, the part about the heart being the future thing-I'm kinda messing this up but I have never been in love like this. Ever." he explains.

You stare at him. He feels like he messed up royally. He's gonna have to phone Robin and explain the whole situation back to her so she can help him. Maybe even Dustin. Shit, he might have to call in the big guns and call the whole party.

Then, you reach out for him again with both hands. This time the look on your face changes to one he knows pretty well at this point. Your eyes thin and the apples of your cheeks form, a toothy smile on your lips. Steve can't help the mad blush on his face or how he smiles wide too.

All of a sudden without warning you pepper his face with kisses. One on his cheek. Another on his chin. His opposite cheek. The tip of his nose. Both of his eyelids from left to right. His forehead. And then you hold his face away from you.

"Steve Harrington I am so deeply in love with you I can't listen to the radio because all the good songs remind me of you. And there are so many-which is distracting because I'm driving and then my mind forgets how lanes work because I'm thinking of seeing you again." you say.

Now it's his turn to be shocked. Yes, he loves you. But hearing the word come from you? Hearing that his feelings are reciprocated? It stirs something inside of him. A thick feeling in his chest makes it both easy and hard to breathe. He can't believe he breathed before he met you but now that he has, now that you've told him you love him?

He lets out a strangled breath. A loopy smile forms on his lips. He doesn't realize he's crying until both of your thumbs come to swipe away at the salty tears that come rolling down his face.

"My Stevie boy. Love you so much." you whisper.

"You are the greatest love of my life. Thank you, thank you so so much." he whispers back.

The two of you sit there. Melting into one another. Steve, of course, with his head, tucked into your neck, head perched on top of his. You with your arms around his beck. His arms are around your waist. His future is yours, the way your future is his.

[hansoulchews]

Enchanted (6/11 of Exile) |Vernon Chwe x Reader

Pairing: Vernon Chwe x gn! reader / past Park Seo Joon x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers

Sypnosis: Famous singer-songwriter, y/n, quietly released an album 2 years after ghosting the music scene suddenly. After their infamous scandal in which y/n was videoed to be in an altercation with established actor, Park Seo Joon at a restaurant, y/n ceased all their music activities and went into hiding, refusing to comment further on the issue. Lucky for all you conspiracy theorists! It seems as though all the questions left unanswered in 2019 are finally addressed (or so we think!) in this unexpected album drop.

A/N: Ahhhh we finally got to Vernon 😭😭 It feels like forever but here we are!!! I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did writing it hehe

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Enchanted is a song that describes the infatuation after meeting someone for the first time, wondering if the feeling is reciprocated. This song parallels White Horse, in which the fairytale imagery is very prominent, only contrasting between infatuation and heartache. This song acts as a turning point in the heartbreak anthems we have been listening to. We are curious to know if this song is about a new person in y/n’s life. Due to the bridge trending on TikTok on the first day of the release, the song has peaked the Melon Charts, ranking #2, just below ‘All Too Well’ (10 minutes version). Funnily, y/n has said that the bridge of this song was their favourite as it represented the authenticity of their stream of consciousness when penning down the sound. Click here for the premiere of y/n’s live commentary of the album during the listening party.

October 2019

You smoothed out the creases in your outfit, ensuring that everything was in place before you head out for the party. Yes, party.

Joshua had organized a get-together with the members as well as some of the idol groups for a Halloween party. Initially, you vehemently rejected his invitation, unsure if you’re ready to show your face to your colleagues and peers of the same industry. Joshua then assured you that you don’t have to come if you don’t want to but that if you wanted to go, it was a safe space and that everyone who is attending has to sign an NDA.

After deliberating (and honestly, the FOMO feeling as you see Minghao and Hoshi buying their costumes and props), you changed your mind and decided to go to the party. When Joshua heard that, he immediately pulled out his phone and coincidentally had a costume online site tab opened. That was how you spent the rest of your Sunday, 3 weeks before the party.

Seungkwan was the co-organizer of the party. And as the residential Virgo moon party planner, of course he had a list for everything. Especially a guest list. To help you mentally prepare yourself for the party, Seungkwan, who you never had the chance to meet before, emailed you the guest list. You were relieved to see that all the guests invited were musicians and not actors.

Seungkwan and Joshua went big with this party, renting out a ballroom at a fancy hotel with a private entrance to ensure privacy of the idols attending. The ballroom was not so big, allowing more casual and intimate exchanges and conversations. The DJ played instrumentals of familiar tracks, sometimes even of the idols who are present.

You were extremely nervous.

You just hoped that the topic of Seo Joon wouldn't arise at this party.

The plan to make you feel comfortable at this party was to have one of the guys to hang back with you. Woozi volunteered himself, of course, not really foreseeing himself socializing and moving around a lot at the party.

You decided to come as Ramona Flowers. You were lowkey scared the wig was gonna slide off at any given time because it was one of those party wigs that you just have to put on and use the small combs in the inner side for security. Woozi got you a classic drink he knew you would like, cranberry vodka, while he chose wheat beer, not wanting to get tipsy as he was still heading back to the studio later in the night to work on an incomplete song.

However, Woozi’s plan to sit and chill with you changed when Yoongi approached him and whisked him away, interested in his current projects and just wanting to catch up with him. You sighed, not really blaming Woozi. It was not his obligation to babysit a whole grown ass adult at a fun party.

You took the chance to look around. There were idols you recognized but were not really familiar with as you were a soloist and your schedule is less packed than theirs, not really giving you the opportunity to socialize with them. You felt a few tentative looks too. It was expected. An artist that had an unclarified scandal and who completely ghosted the industry is in their presence. You decided to take that as a chance to step out of the ballroom to take a breath of fresh air near the foyer. You sat down at the garden bench nearby.

“Have you seen this girl?” You turned around. It was Vernon dressed as Victor from Corpse Bride, holding a piece of tissue paper with the messy sketch that Scott Pilgrim did of Ramona in the house party scene. You let out an unexpected giggle.

“I didn’t think anyone would even make a reference about me to me.”

“Eh, gotta give you credit for nailing the look down to the T.” He shrugged.

You touched your chest, feigning flattery. Vernon let out a small chuckle.

You could hear the slight hum and vibration from the liveliness of the party. Other than that, you shared silence with Vernon.

“You alright? I saw Woozi Hyung going with Yoongi to his studio.”

Vernon and you had a weird… friendship? You weren’t really friends but because you have been hanging out even more (and now as late as you can) at Woozi’s studio where Vernon has been dropping by to submit lyrics or to just chill at, you have become quite familiar with him. There were never opportunities for the both of you to spend time alone together. Now, it feels a bit awkward but anticipatory.

“I’m okay. Just… There's too much going on in there and I don’t know if I can fit in.” You said softly, a bit shy that you were pouring out your honest thoughts towards this guy you barely knew.

“I understand. It can be too much.” Vernon mumbled. He kept quiet afterwards. Awkward silence seems to be a common thing between you and Vernon. It made you feel a bit uneasy but it definitely piqued your interest, to know what kind of person he is, what he is really thinking about (and at times, what he thinks of you…).

“But I admire you… it takes a lot of courage to show up when there are people who have concluded their perceptions of you as fact.” There was a faint blush creeping up his ears but it was so dark outside that you couldn’t catch it.

You bit down a shy smile. “Thank you…” You trailed off, debating whether you should say the next thing you were thinking about. But the silence continued to drone on, making you slightly antsy. Fuck it.

“What about you? Have you concluded your perception of me?”

Vernon looked at you with a contemplative look in his eyes. His intense stare (and his handsome face) made you look away from him, unable to stand his strong gaze.

He hummed for a bit. “I don’t know you enough to conclude any perceptions.”

You nod your head, understanding his answer.

Vernon’s mind was churning. He didn’t know if he should say this but it has been at the back of his head for a while now.

“But, I do want to know you more… you know… to make my conclusion.” He scratched the back of his head and it made you laugh a bit. You felt better that he was feeling and acting as awkward as you.

“We have plenty of opportunities…” You said with a small voice, not sure if he was serious about knowing you more.

“Yeah, I see you a lot nowadays. Maybe we can hang out at Woozi Hyung’s studio more comfortably now.” He bit down on his lips, feeling a bit nervous. He could feel that this moment would alter and shift where he stands with you, from somewhat strangers/acquaintances to possible friends. As he witnesses your friendships with his other members bloom, he feels curious to know if you will grow to be as comfortable with him.

Vernon had always admired you as an artist. Your writing style and how the storytelling flow is formatted in your songs inspires him in his own lyric writing process. Of course, he is too shy to tell you this.

Joshua knows of his little celebrity crush on you and was the one who urged Vernon to approach you to check up on you when he saw you exiting the ballroom. Vernon completely got your costume when you stepped in the party and was thinking of… smooth ways to approach you. He quickly took one of the napkins and asked one of the managers for a pen, knowing that he always has one on him all the time. He knew Scott Pilgrim vs The World by heart, including all references, so he decided to quickly scribble the drawing Scott did of Ramona as he went around to ask if anyone knew her.

“Yeah, I would love to hang out with you. Either at Woozi’s studio or…” Liquid courage really helped you to be this brave to propose an outing (not a date, not a date) with a man as attractive as Vernon.

“Or?” Vernon raised his eyebrow.

“Or.” You laughed as you said that, slowly stepping back, ready to join back the party. Vernon pursed his lips and nodded, trying to appear cool.

“Let’s head back inside. It’s getting cold.” Vernon changed the subject, allowing the promise of possibilities to hang between you both in a lighthearted way.

Once you reentered the party, Vernon led you to the rest of the members who have now settled themselves at one section of the ballroom, snacks and alcohol completely covering the low table.

You spent the rest of the night in a comfortable and enjoyable exchange with the rest of the members.  Oftentimes, you catch Vernon looking at you, making you a bit flustered and shy. When he catches your gaze, he’d give a warm smile and there was a nice feeling blooming in your chest.

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (1/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

YEONJUN | Tangled (1.8k)

A cloud of dust flurries around the room the moment you set one of the boxes down the floor, making you sneeze. You half expected the theatre storage room to be cleaner this time of the year due to the frequent visits and rummaging of the other students, but that sadly wasn't the case.

Your class was one of the few that had a small reenactment planned for tonight's event and you were doing Tangled. Your class president's request to gather the props and costumes needed for tonight was no match for the excitement you felt when you'd been granted to play the role of your favorite character, Rapunzel. You just didn't expect the place to look like it hadn't been cared for in years, and the props and costumes to be as heavy as they are. A little help would be nice right now.

The door creaks and you quickly turn around, sighing in relief when you saw the the chair still pressed against the old door . Your class president had warned you about the door's broken knob. The thing can only be opened from the outside, and once you get shut in, you can only hope for someone to notice and get you out. Unless, of course, you're willing to face the consequences for breaking school property.

You exercised a little caution upon entering earlier, blocking the door from accidentally closing. You check the time on the clock. The play was going to start in an hour or so and luckily you were already in costume, so that's one less problem. All you needed to do now was gather the last box of costumes and you were out. The box was placed at the far end of the room so you make your way there, carefully maneuvering around the dusty cabinets and compartments as to not soil your costume.

Another creak echoes in the room and you paid it no mind, crouching down to check the contents of each box. The chair you placed there was pretty heavy, and it'd take more than the wind to push it away. You continue to check the boxes until you hear another creak and the sound of the door slamming shut.

You frantically stood up and felt the life of you being drained out as you see the door closely shut and a familiar pink hair sticking out from the other side of the cabinets.

"Oof, the winds sure are strong this time of year." You hear the person chuckle to himself and you knew all too well who it was.

You scramble your way towards the front, fuming. "Yeonjun, what the fuck?!"

"Holy—" Yeonjun jumps, clutching his chest. "Y/N?! What the hell was that for?! You scared me." He huffs, trying to calm himself down.

You glare up at him. "Do you even know what you just did?!"

Yeonjun sighs, holding his arms up. "Yes, I know, I know. I shouldn't have entered the storage room, but listen—"

"No, you listen. Do you seriously not know what you just did?" You snap.

Yeonjun gives you a confused look. "Huh? You're not talking abour me coming inside the storage room?" He cocks his head to the side when you don't answer. Poor guy felt like he was in the middle of an interrogation. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with how pissed you looked so he turns toward the door. "Look, if you're not gonna answer me then I'll just come back when you're done and—"

"Oh." Yeonjun tries twisting the doorknob again. "Haha, is this thing broken?" He laughs it off, now facing you. "You have a key right?"

Silence.

"If the key works then I wouldn't be mad right now, Yeonjun." You tell him and the gears in his mind finally click. He just locked you both in.

An idea lights up in his head and he starts searching through his pockets. "Wait, I think I have my phone with— wait, wait— yeah, no." He chuckles nervously, eyes slowly meeting yours. "You don't happen to have your phone, do you?"

"Yeah, well that's exactly why I'm here." Yeonjun sits down on top one of the boxes. "I have to dress up as the Beast and hand out flyers later but it's at the same time as Kai's performance and you know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Plus, he threatened me if I don't show up, so I got someone to switch with me."

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "That doesn't explain why you're here though."

"Rapunzel didn't exactly have any pockets in her outfit, Yeonjun." You give your costume a quick patting. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought your department was doing this whole Beauty and the Beast themed buffet."

"I'm getting there." Yeonjun winks or at least tries to. "We have a lot of time anyway."

"Speak for yourself." You throw a dusty old rag at him and he coughs after it hits his face. "Our play starts in an hour and I have to get these costumes to them in 10 minutes. And now we're both stuck here because of you."

"Alright, I'll cut to the chase! Let's make a deal."

You throw another rag at him and he catches it, throwing it to the ground. You huff, "You're not exactly in the position to make deals, Yeonjun. You got us into this mess."

"Well, you're not in the position to decline either since we're both stuck here." Yeonjun smirks, standing up. "Look, one of my seniors is in charge of handing us our costumes and he won't be arriving for another hour. I have to get the costume myself so I can hand it to my substitute but I can't do that when my senior's keeping an eye on me. So here's the thing," He walks over to the Beast's costume that was hung up along with a few others. "You let me take this costume and swear you won't tell anyone about it. If someone from the theatre approaches you later asking about the costume, you say you don't know anything. In return, I'll get us out of here ASAP."

You stare back at him in annoyance. As much as you'd like to rat on him as usual, you were one of Kai's closest friends and unfortunately, Yeonjun was also a friend of his, hence why you knew each other. Kai at least needed one of his friends to be there for his performance and it certainly wouldn't be you. He had told you after you'd been chosen as Rapunzel and you both understood that you had your own things going on at the same time so it's fine. You still planned on making it until his last song though.

"Fine. I'm only doing this for Kai and the fact that I'm desperate to get out of here." You agree to the compromise and Yeonjun grins. "But the moment I'll get in trouble for being caught lying, you don't even wanna imagine what I'll do to you."

"Works for me." Yeonjun reaches out his hand and you two shake on it. "Now, I'm gonna need your wig."

"What? No." Your hands instinctively rope in Rapunzel's long ass wig. "It took me nearly 30 minutes to prepare this."

"Fine, then you'll have to do it yourself." Yeonjun walks over to the small window placed up high on the wall. "There's a lot of people down there but I doubt they'll hear us screaming from the third floor. Instead," He grins, pointing at your wig. "You're gonna stick your arm out with the wig and twirl it around to get their attention."

His idea was the dumbest thing you'd heard that day but it actually might be dumb enough to work. You were pretty desperate already. What's a little wig sacrifice? "Fine." You sigh, approaching him. "Hand me the chair."

"Can't." Yeonjun shakes his head. "I moved it outside."

You frown. "How am I supposed to get up there, then? None of these boxes can hold my weight."

Yeonjun chuckles as he opens his arms. "Don't worry, I'll hold you up."

Your feel your face heat up at his suggestion. The room suddenly felt a bit stuffier than it had been a moment ago and you wish you didn't have to be in this situation. "Be careful with the dress."

"Sure, sure." Yeonjun coos, moving in closer to scoop you up.

The two of you struggle for a while to balance yourselves. Yeonjun had his arms wrapped around your legs as he hoisted you up, and you quickly gather the rest of your wig and toss the length through the window.

"Start twirling it around!"

You do as he says and starts twirling the wig around like a madman.

"Start screaming! HEE— ah wait, HEEELP!!"

You giggle when his voice cracked in the middle. "HELP!!"

A crowd gathers on the ground, marvelling at the sight of a spinning wig from the third floor. A few students heard your screams and sent someone up there to rescue you. Luckily, it wasn't the senior that Yeonjun had told you about so she left the two of you to sort things out on your own after opening the door. It still baffles you how his plan even worked to begin.

The clock catches your attention, reminding you of your tight deadline. You quickly gather the boxes of props and costumes you'd prepared earlier and made a quick stop at where Yeonjun was. "I have to go." You tell him.

"Yeah, me too." Yeonjun flashes you a smile but the duffle bag he was holding doesn't go unnoticed. He follows your line of sight and chuckles when he sees you were staring at the bag. "A deal's a deal. Don't worry too much about it, we won't get caught." He attempts another wink, and this time it actually works.

"Bye then." You nod, not wanting to waste anymore time.

"Wait!" Yeonjun holds on to your wrist and you turn around, meeting his gaze. "Good luck."

"Yeah, we both know that's not what you want to say." You grin.

"You're gonna try to show up later right?" Yeonjun smirks. "I'll save you a seat next to me."

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Bad Memories

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Synopsis: While you are trying to enjoy your peaceful morning with Mick, your sister calls you with az unexpected demand. Your past comes up again which you don't like.

(I will correct the mistakes tomorrow)

Being the girlfriend of a musician meant constant tours and music all the time at everywhere. Seeing the guys almost every night on stage playing their chosen instruments made you jelaous. Then you remembered that you wouldn't stand on stage and play. Never.

It was a rainy and overcast October day. You and Mick chose to stay in bed a bit more since you had nothing to do that day. Your head was laying on his chest which was rising slowly. You loved listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingertips were caressing you bareback while his other hand were behind his head.

"Miiiiick. Please!" You asked nicely.

"Yeah?" He sighed.

"Would you be so kind and make some coffee?" You looked up with puppy eyes. He rolled his.

"I made it yesterday, too." He stated. He knew that these kind of peaceful mornings are rare and tried to enjoy every second of it.

"Good point. Then give me 5 minutes." You murmured into his chest. After a while you heard Mick's quiet snoring making you drift back to sleep, too. A loud ringing noise woke you up from your peaceful dreams.

"I will kill whoever this is." Mick groaned reaching for the telephone. "It's your killer, what do you want?"

"Hey, Mick. It's me, Isabelle. Sorry if I woke you up." Your sister apologized on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, hey. What's up? Haven't heard from you like in ages!" Mick's face brightened up while you frowned thinking who this lucky person could be.

"Nothing special, just the usual. Is (Y/N) there? I really need to talk to her." She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?"

"Well, nothing serious." Mick handed you the phone.

"It's (Y/N)." You said with a quite sleepy tone. You sat up while pulling some blanket from Mick who answered with a pillow behind your head. "Hey!" You snapped making him smirk.

"It's me. Your sister." Isabelle started to get annoyed. "(Y/N)! Are you here?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"You know there is gonna be a party. Here at university. A Halloween party."

"That's good, I guess?" Making a phone call this tired didn't help.

"Sure. Also, me and some guys formed a band you know."

"Really? You haven't told me." It was good to finally speak to her. It was quite a long ago since you have a nice sister to sister conversation. You glanced around in the room and spotted an oversized tee on the ground. You got out of bed which was hard cause Mick didn't let you at first. You couldn't help it cause you felt the urge to walk when you were speaking on the telephone. "And... what's the name of the band?"

"Eggheads."

"That's what I call creative." You giggled.

"Wasn't me who came up with the idea, you know." Isabelle huffed.

"Maybe you should've asked Mick. He has some ideas." You glanced at the guitarist who tilted his head not having any clue why he was mentioned. "So what's the deal, sis?"

"There is this party and the head of the uni asked us to perform."

"Congrats. That's a big thing!" You cheered.

"Let me finish. So yesterday our guitarist, Mike, had an accident and broke his arm. He sure won't be able to perform."

"Oh, that suck. I'm so sorry. Also, sorry for not performing." You played with the wire of the phone.

"Well, don't be. Cause I have a wonderful idea!" She had a devilish smile on her face, unfortunately you couldn't see. If you could, you would've known what she was up to. "There is a girl I know who could play instead of Mike."

"Good to hear. Is she at the uni, too?" You asked still not suspecting a thing.

"Not exactly although one of my best friends." She said sighing. "I'm talking about you, (Y/N)."

"What?" The blood froze in your veins. "You aren't serious, right?"

"Don't tell me you are still not over what happened years ago!"

"I am...just.. it's pretty hard." You were rubbing your arm with the other.

"Please, (Y/N)!" She begged. "It will be fucking cool, I promise."

"I don't know. I haven't played since then. I will mess up."

"Give the phone to Mick."

"Why?"

"Heard me. Give me the guitar lord." Isabelle ordered. You handed the device back to Mick who took it happily. He was really fond of your sister.

"Did you manage to solve the problem?" Mick asked while he was eyeing your worried facial expression.

"Almost. Would you refresh my sister's guitar skills in two weeks?" Mick's eyes widened while you shook your head.

∆

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mick asked watching the red light from the car.

"Tell you what?" You were looking out the window to avoid eye contact. You knew what he was talking about and it wasn't your favourite topic.

"That you can play the guitar."

"I thought I can have secrets. And it's not a big thing."

"If you say so." He was watching you from the corner of his eye. He noticed that you were worried, well, rather freaked out. "Would you mind telling me why are you like this? Or is it a secret, too?"

"I fucking knew." You pulled your hoodie's strings stronger so nothing could be seen from your face. You crossed your arms and didn't say a word.

"You look like a kid who didn't get her Barbie." He chuckled.

"Haha. Very funny." You murmured.

"Aren't you happy that you can meet with Isabelle? Cause I sure am!" He smiled. Sometimes you were wondering why he liked your sister this much. Mick only tolerated people. "Hey. Mars to Earth. Are you here?" He asked while poking your belly making you giggle.

"Stop." You tried to catch your breath. Mick smiled, he loved hearing your laugh. "And I'm sorry for my behaviour. It's just a quite sensitive topic for me. Only Isabelle knows about this and she doesn't think it's important." You were playing with the strings of your hoodie. "I guess, you want to hear the story."

"Only, if you want to. But yeah, I would love to hear it." He smirked. You took a deep breath and started you monologue.

"Not a long story, don't worry. So years ago some friends of mine formed a band. It were the boys and me. We were a cover band but tried to create some original ones though I was the only one who wanted that."

"Sadly, I can relate." He sighed.

"I'm sorry." You took a look at Mick who placed your hand into his. "Unfortunately, this was the minor problem. After one of our concerts, I had an accident. I fell of my motorbike. I broke my arm and one of my legs. The doctor said I was lucky." You had a sad smile on your face. Later, deep down you wished you had died instead.

"We were on a so called mini tour, we were performing at universities and high schools. Since I was at the hospital I felt horrible because we couldn't perform. At least, that's what I thought."

"You were replaced, right?" Mick squeezed your hand feeling sorry for you.

"Yes. But that wasn't my problem. I thought they were my friends. They didn't even visit me. After, I recovered more or less, I went to our place where we usually practiced. There was a new guitarist, a guy, who told me to fuck off." You laughed. "I was on my way to punch the guy, but our singer stopped me. He asked why I was there and that he fired me. His reason was that they didn't want a girl in their band and that I wasn't playing well anyway." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. A tear ran down your face and your eyes were gloomy. You chest was heavy but you tried your best not to cry.

"Fuck them. Fuck them for embarrassing you. And where is that famous band now? Nowhere! Darling, I'm so sorry. But they don't deserve your tears." He wiped your tears with his thumb. "And I'm sure they still regret their decision. If you play as good as good pictures you take they are a dead band." He pecked your lips making you smile.

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"Are you ready (Y/N)?" Your sister asked. You and Isabelle's band along with Mick were at drummer's garage and were about to practice. It was the 5th day and you were improving. That's what Mick said though you didn't believe him. You nodded and started to play "Live Wire." On the set list there were Mötley, AC/DC, Van Halen, Scorpions, Bon Jovi and many more. An old good feeling took over when you touched the strings. Your fingers remembered and it made you happy. During the solo, Mick was admiring you, he adored your concentrating face and he noticed that you were enjoying it. When the band finished the song you were still in shock how good it had turned out. Mick was clapping as well as the others.

"Wow, (Y/N)! It was hell of a solo." Robert, the singer congratulated. Isabelle was the bass player, Tim the drummer who owned the garage. You ran your fingers through your hair in embarrassment. You still didn't get used to compliments regarding your play.

"Thanks. And are you sure Mike isn't angry?"

"Nah. He said it's pretty cool that the girlfriend of Mick Mars will substitute him." Tim snickered. "Also, he is apologizing for not being here. His mother didn't let him."

"Poor little 22-year-old boy." Isabelle chuckled putting down her bass. She walked over to you and took Mick's precious guitar from your hand.

"Don't worry. I won't smash it on the floor." She yelled seeing the guitarist's facial expression.

∆

Halloween. Costumes, candies, and spooky decoration everywhere. You wished you could dress up as a witch or something cause that fluff you called your hair was hidious. Vince lent his bandana as a mascot and Mick one of his guitars.

"I look horrible." You looked in the mirror dealing with your hair.

"Babe, this is how we normally look on stage. You look badass. Also, very sexy." He murmured to your neck hugging you from behind.

"He is right, sis." Isabelle came back to the dressing room with a bigger fluff. You held your hand over your mouth not to laugh loudly. You noticed that Mick's was in the same state.

"I think I will go. Find those idiots and keep an eye on them." Mick said while pressing one last kiss on your cheek and left the room.

"(Y/N)! Listen, you will be great. Just remeber to relax. Take a deep breath and the key is to enjoy. Concentrate on the music, feel the music. Watch Mick, pretend you two are the only ones in the room." She placed her hands on your shoulders looking in your eyes.

You were the last one who stepped on stage and the crowd were already insane.

"Alright, alright ladies and gentlemen. Before we start this hella concert, I would like to introduce our temporary guitar player, (Y/N). You will see a powerful sister duo on stage tonight. Prepare yourself. The show is beginning. Are you READY?" Robert screamed in the microphone as the crowd shouted as one person.

During the concert you felt an energy which you couldn't compare to anything. You felt powerful and you thought you could accomplish anything at that moment.

"I would be scared if I were you, Old Man." Vince stated as he was watching you from the side of the stage with Mick. "We might get you replaced with (Y/N). She is sexier." Mick kicked the singer in the ankle making him groan.

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Taglist: @leatherandheels @safari-karrot @littlemisscare-all @crazyrockrlady

[toomanyfandoms02]

Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )

Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.

Word count - 2.5k

Gif courtesy of @nationgubler

It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.

Halloween.

Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.

Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.

Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.

He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.

The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.

"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.

"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.

"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"

"Maybe." He laughed.

We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.

I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.

"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.

Here we go.

Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.

"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.

"Alright, let's go."

After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :

•Beetlejuice

•Pupetmaster and puppet

•Purge

•Wedding gone wrong

•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter

Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.

We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.

He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.

"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.

The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.

"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.

"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.

We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.

Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.

"**Morning!**" This made me scream.

"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.

"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.

Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.

So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.

*What was she telling her?*

Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.

"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.

"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.

"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.

"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.

"Yes! A million times yes!"

"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.

"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.

"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"

"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.

"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.

I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.

"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.

"You really know how to break me out of character."

So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.

"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"

"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.

I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.

"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.

"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."

But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.

"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.

"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.

"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.

We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.

"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."

"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.

The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.

*And man was I in for it when I got home.*

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@spenciereiddd said they wanted tagged in some writing, so here ya go my dude.

[cloudmyweather]

A Small Guide to Munimún's Discography: Part four and final, Pretty Dolly

Shaken by harsh reactions over the Fishface album, I wanted to make a follow-up that would be a sort of "how you like me now" comeback... a record that was actually awesome and oozing snark and misanthropy like I wanted Fishface to be in the first place. I wrote down lyrics that were generally misanthropic in nature, taking pages from groups like Ministry and guys like Mike Patton and William Bennett (of Whitehouse).

Around this time, I was also investing myself into the general history of popular music, trying to take notes of everything. Yes, I was becoming a "music nerd." I wanted my infatuation with the Residents to mean something. On an unrelated note, during the year of 2018 I also developed crippling anxiety and paranoia which has rendered me dependent on medication possibly for the rest of my life. On another unrelated note, I felt progressively more useless and confused about my sexuality and gender. All of this fueled my ideas for "Fishface II". I wanted the album to be tough and scary like some industrial music I was getting into at the time.

On sending demos over to Selena, she told me what I was doing was far too personal to simply call it another Fishface record. And in truth, I didn't want to make a Fishface record - I just wanted to make angry music because that's how I felt all the time. So that prompted me to call the project something else, and maybe develop an alter ego to justify the sudden change in sound and attitude. Enter Pretty Dolly with the screamy and sample-heavy Erotoleptic.

EROTOLEPTIC – July 2019

Highlights: "The Trout Mask Replica of Jacking Off", "Punching Bag", "Money", "Love Song", "Indie Darling"

Reception for this one was fairly surprising. I'm pretty sure at least 50 people have heard it. Some even paid for it!

Of course, I wasn't angry all the time. My less aggressive musical outings were collected into a cute little Gunstar Cum (a joke only I get), along with some attempts at keyboard improvisation. I got a MIDI controller for my birthday which was used quite a bit here. People didn't really care about this one although it was clear I was getting better at this "making music" thing.

GUNSTAR CUM – October 2019

Highlights: "Ah That's Fine", "I Mentioned You", "Carz to Work", "My Ace Your Fass", "Tiny Song"

also: ALL THIS KIND – Halloween 2019 30-minute acoustic guitar session, some of it was used in Teu silêncio ensurdece and other places.

I am sure I don't have to explain what the year of 2020 did to me, but it was made worse by the presence of a certain woman in my life. The suicidal thoughts that have plagued me for a long time were also taking their toll on me. I am not capable of love was not recorded as a follow-up to Erotoleptic, but simply as a necessity to get more things out of my chest. What those things were, I don't think anyone can figure out.

I AM NOT CAPABLE OF LOVE – June 2020

Highlights: "TIRED OF ME", "Skin Fetish", "Pitchfork Darling", "SON OF A GUN" (Vaselines cover), "Ugly Dolly", "This is not your place"

I like to think of it as successful because at least one friend asked if I was okay after they listened to it.

Things only got marginally better for a while, finishing a full cover of the Residents' Commercial Album, before falling to an absolute low point at the end of the year. I'll spare you of the details but the woman I mentioned wasn't in my life anymore. Well... she still was, but as a ghost in my head, not as a friend. And to make it all worse, the year was STILL 2020.

At a mild mood in December, I got in touch with Selena again and cooked up one more Fishface song which lived up to my initial expectations of the project. Christian children's Christmas trees were decorated with the Fishface Christmas Single, a song about finding out Santa Claus was never real. There's a meaning somewhere. I need to tell you that because otherwise you won't look for it.

Pretty Dolly as an entity was becoming a tired idea for me. I didn't want to be predictable and simply make another album of angry music. I never liked doing essentially the same project twice. But I had things on my mind still, as you can imagine. It seemed interesting to collaborate with myself – as in, mingling Munimún [with] Pretty Dolly. I figured it would be a way to avoid being one-note. I'm pretty happy with the resulting album. I was getting a little more comfortable with my vocals and lyrics.

MUNIMÚN & PRETTY DOLLY – April 2021

Highlights: "Pity Song", "Leg" (Hardy Fox cover), "The Post Punk Community is Dying", "Burn in Hell", "Men are Pigs / Women are Cunts"

Another friend worried that this album was too angry and hateful. So again, I must be doing something right.

Pretty Dolly has retired for the time being. Not only is she unwilling to fall into a pattern of making angry albums every couple of months, she's happy with the idea of a trilogy. The song "Burn in Hell" closes out her feelings on life and people in a way that would be hard to repeat.

As for Munimún, I had it in me to compose one last piece in honor of my year in Hell. Of course, it didn't feel like Hell at first. It can take a while for one to realize that they're being boiled alive. I think Elvis sang a song about that.

And with that we find ourselves in the present without a specific goal in mind. I'm currently trying to piece together ideas for an album of Residents covers - not my first attempt at that, but my first attempt at mingling their music with my style. Other than that, no plans for original music are currently being worked on. I wouldn't say I'm in a slump, I'm just not sure what to do next.

But enough about that. We're done talking about my music for now. Next couple of posts I'll do some catching up with my art.

[lalka-laski]

aWhat song sums up the summer you had? This summer was pretty bland so nothing comes to mind. Especially compared to previous summers, this one was uneventful.

Have you wasted too much time on someone? In the past, yeah

Do you actually take in advice given to you? I'm impulsive so I'm usually gonna just end up doing what I feel like in the moment What did you dream of last night? In one of my dreams I was at a Beyoncé concert, which is funny because that's not something I'd ever spend my money on

How did you meet your best friend(s)? I met my first best friend 4 or 5 months old when my mom enlisted his mom as a babysitter

Which color do you wear the least of? Yellow looks terrible on me

Why did you last leave home? I'm here at work right now

Which holiday is approaching? Yesterday was Halloween so next up is Thanksgiving. At least of the major holidays

Who introduced you to the band you love? I think it was MTV or VH1 that gave me my first taste

How many school bags did you go through during high school? Too many to count. I'd get a new backpack every year to match my ever-evolving tastes

Do you look like your siblings? Kathleen and I have similar facial features with different colorings. Candice and I, on the other hand, don't have a single thing in common

What song reminds you of your first love? Bleh, who cares

Are you atheist? I am not

When do you want to become a parent? In a couple years. I have a few things in my life I gotta sort out first.

Do you go to bed early on weeknights? I try to

Why do hearts break so easily? You're asking the wrong girl

What do you think of teenagers getting married? I wouldn't advise it but I guess as long as you're of legal age, no one can stop you?

Are you ready for fall weather? It's Fall right now and I'm relishing it!

Have you had any big storms recently? Mmm nope

Do you cry easily? Extremely

Who always seems to be there when you need them? Glenn, my friends, my sisters

What movie that Johnny Depp plays in do you really like? He's my favorite actor so pretty much all of them! My top favorites would probably be Edward Scissorhands and Benny and Joon. Oh, and I have a real soft spot for Finding Neverland too.

What’s your favorite TV show? Probably Friends

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Only one :(

Are you afraid of being rejected? Of course, I think that's a normal human fear

Do you lose sleep at night because of a certain somebody? Not recently, thank goodness

Can you introduce yourself to a new person easily? Yeah, I'm actually way more comfortable around new people/strangers. It's when people get to know me on a deeper level that I struggle

What do you want most in your life? Money

Do you listen to the words in the songs or just the tune? Always the lyrics

Are you afraid of not fitting in? Yeah

Do you actually believe in love at first sight? I guess kinda

[madstermojo2000]

Seventeen were actually really important both in getting me into K-pop, and just my life in general and I do still really love their music, even though I wouldn't put them on my top 6 groups anymore. I was lukewarm to starting to get interested in K-pop (and also it was another difficult time in my life. I'm just realizing now that I've been responding to difficult times by getting into new K-pop groups for about four years now) and I'd heard a couple of their songs, and was neutral towards them (I've never really been one for the "cute/bright concepts), but then my brother showed me Healing and everything changed. I just sat down and started crying. That one song from a group I was neutral towards was exactly what I needed to hear at that part of my life. (on a personal note, this is how I realized I needed therapy)

Wow. uh. Yeah that was a little personal, but I want to share my own experience with the artists you like! I guess my relationship with Seventeen is just something special and personal. Anyway. TXT. I knew about TXT from debut, and I thought Crown was interesting, if not the kind of music or concept I'd listen to regularly (and the Nap of a Star m/v was fascinating and completely unexpected), and I guess I was looking somewhere else when Runaway happened? Anyway, then there was Dream Chapter: Eternity. And wow. That was something else entirely. I loved every song from that album. Then I was originally ambivalent toward Blue Hour (with the exception of We Lost The Summer, that song really hit me in the face), and with the Chaos Chapter: Freeze, I decided to start actively following and looking into them. I think that right now, the only reason they're not among my ults is that I'm not familiar enough with them, and I intend to change that in the near future.

As I said in an earlier ask, I'm not really familiar with Sam Kim. I kind of know him by reputation? I know a lot of people like him, and he does seem like a solid artist, but I just haven't really looked into him.

I went into this thinking I would mention Onewe, Purple Kiss, and E'Last all at once, but this ask has already gotten really long just from talking about my relationship with Seventeen and TXT, so I'll just cover Onewe for now, and talk about Purple Kiss and E'Last later.

I first found Onewe through their Parting m/v, around when it came out in mid-late 2020 and wow. The emotional impact was incredible, I loved their voices, and I have a nostalgic soft spot for rock anyway, so it was the perfect song! (also they released a "Halloween version" of Parting, and even that was beautiful) Unfortunately, I didn't really feel like getting into another group when they were first on my mind, so I put off looking deeper for a while, but I did come back to Parting every so often. But then earlier this year, well, if you actively stan Oneus or Onewe, there's a good chance you'll end up at least knowing something about the other (Not only are they under the same company, but they promoted together before debut, and Xion, Oneus's maknae, and Dongmyeong, Onewe's keyboardist are twins! They still show up to each other's activities to support each other, which I just find super sweet). They started showing up in my recommendations more, I listened to all their songs and watched everything with subs from their channel, looked up Oneus and Onewe's debut project, and they were just ult material. They don't have as many songs as other artists who've been around for the same amount of time, but every one of their songs is solid and distinctive, although they do have a consistent sound and some recurring lyrical themes (space and memories take center stage in two title tracks each), but that's to be expected when they write their own songs, with the same few instruments in mind.

I totally understand music helping you through things and I'm glad that you feel comfortable enough to tell me about it. I know it's not always easy to share things that personal but I really appreciate it. It's nice that seventeen was able to help you through that time and that healing could be a bit healing for you. (sorry bad joke) I also appreciate you mentioning your relationship with my groups as well!! It's nice to hear others stories about my favorite groups!!

You mentioned not being one for "bright/cute concepts" and that's mostly what I enjoy lol. I think it really shows how music can be subjective and people can enjoy different songs from artists regardless of their main concept or theme, especially for kpop.

I knew about Oneus and Onewe having twins!! That was one of the facts about the groups that I remembered from the little research I did when Oneus debuted. It's cool that Onewe has a recurring lyrical theme! It makes it feel like they put a lot of effort into their music!! It's always cool when groups write their own music and are able to direct the message their music is giving to people. I guess I like seventeen for the same reason since they make their own music as well.

In order to keep my response relatively short (and so we can have more to talk about over later messages) I'll talk about how I found verivery and onf and save treasure and lucy for later!! These two groups are kinda related because I found them at the same time. As I mentioned in my last response, I was really into trying to keep up with debuts for a while and it just so happened that during that time both verivery and onf debuted. I had seen their debuts and liked them both (they fit the bright concepts) but never got super into either of them. They both fell off my radar after awhile until they participated in Road to Kingdom!!! I was stunned by onf's stages on the show!! You mentioned liking dramatic music and theatrics well that's exactly what their performances were!!! I was blown away and wanted to give their music another listen and I can honestly say, they are BY FAR the kpop group with THE BEST DISCOGRAPHY!! At least in my opinion. None of their songs are a skip for me, I love every single one!! And verivery was more on the softer side but I really like that so I enjoyed their performances, especially in contrast to the other groups who were doing darker themes. Again, I gave their music a second chance and fell in love with it as well. I ended up buying both groups entire album collection in one go and now I'm following their new releases!! By the way, onf is having a comeback next month and I'm SOOOO excited!!! (so is txt)

I'm excited to hear about your other favorite artists!!!

[koshertumtum]

aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? this morning

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? did julius caesar want to become king

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? going up in ancient history from an SA2 to a HA4

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? adopting Larney

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? boi would i be a menace

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? no lol

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. she is smooth, she has a enticing laugh, she's a mum and she always knows what to say

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? sort of

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? omg in front of my dad bc i told him i did drugs

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. um sophie!!! bc she admires constellations and the earths beauty and always has really cool words and facts about them

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? probs not

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? 3am i was driving home from sea world with daniel courtney ellie and jelly and courtney asked me what the time was

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? i put a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass @ everyone

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? BEAUTOFUL!!! A MASTERPIECE!!! so pretty!!!

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. 'no'

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? Elevators

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? buy a big house and lots of dogs

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? i can be sorta forgiving ,, but it depends what you do

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. don't even start writing fanfiction u mess

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? both???

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. GIMME!!! they don't define your work ethic or how smart you are, they represent your personality

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? i don't! sometimes i do,, but i usually can't be bothered of feel as if my face is good enough without it

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. just the entirety of Like a Weight by The Jungle Giants

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. donald trump is a racist sexist bigot irrit piss baby

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. 1. One Direction

2. Vance Joy

3. The Jungle Giants

4. Ball Park Music

THEY MADE ME FEEL SO HAPPY!!!!

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? from ryan reynolds saying everything he loves about his wife and child

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? i don't anymore lmao??

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? a mess™ i don't really have one lol

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? i got in a car with someone who was under influence ://

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? a nice green!!! and just short

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? sophie, taylah, mr boddice, ms freier and literally go to a big zoo or a nice garden

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. i wan a dog,, david bowie to be alive and to all my friends to be happy

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? had hanky panky???

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? EAT FAECES!!

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? probably one song, and make it a gorrilaz song,, i wouldn't be able to deal with one person forever

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. no fuck u

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? YEAH

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? i can't order coffee i don't know anything

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? rick sanchez giving up himself for the safety of his family,

fin.