#favoritz

the inaugural friend trip had been going better than allie could have ever planned. everyone in the group was having a blast. bonds were strengthening beyond college campus, and things just felt . . . absolutely incredible. the night before, allie's crush on greg had come to fruition under a shared blanket in the swinging chair on the back porch. it hadn't gotten much more than heated kisses and a simple wandering of hands because of footsteps. it wasn't that allie was trying to keep herself and greg a secret . . . she was just worried about how their friends would perceive them being the ones to burst the bubble beyond friendship. would they support it? would they suddenly be shunned? the latter didn't make sense, she knew that, but it still had her riddled with anxiety.

the next day, she and greg were sharing more looks than usual. there were more hands brushing the other in passing and flirty little remarks. it was about as subtle as a heart attack. after lunch, greg had approached her with a casual question as they were all walking back into the airbnb from their day's trek:

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

she released a soft, confused laugh as she walked back down the front steps and over towards greg's car where his back hatch was still open as if he needed her help carrying something. when she rounded the corner behind his car, she released a yelp of surprise as she was pulled into a hard kiss. she melted into it with a soft noise, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck.

" we're gonna get caught out here, " she scolded in between kisses and snickered laughs, though she wasn't doing anything to stop herself from @favoritz's attack.

allie was still reeling from the events of the weekend. being back to the apartment had her less on edge, and she hoped that life could just go back to normal. that she could celebrate the early phases of this pregnancy with greg and figure out where they'd go from there. she'd need to call her ob/gyn. she wanted to take a couple more tests just to be sure as the days went on. she was so excited to be a mom and hoped more than anything that this might be the much needed next step for herself and greg.

there was still something eating away at her mind from the weekend. word of certain group chats had come out to those within the friend group. there were all sorts of chats with combinations of the group, but she hadn't stopped to consider a certain implication.

" what's my group chat called? " she asked hum while she was unpacking her suitcase, looking over her shoulder at @favoritz. she asked in a light tone, one that contradicted the potentially heavy topic. " you know, if there even is one . . . what is it? "

starter call / accepting!

being the sole leader of oz had been healing in the time of great peril. although galinda - the moniker she still kept very dear to her heart from a time that felt so many lifetimes ago - stood strong amongst ozians as ' glinda the good, ' the weight of the cost of it all bore down heavily on her shoulders. she wanted to do right by the citizens not only to prove herself, but to honor those she had lost along the way. to honor fiyero and elphaba while proving those who doubted her wrong. morrible . . . nessarose . . . boq. she could never shake the way their eyes had connected amongst the crowd, the betrayal that she had felt deep within her chest of the lies and slander he was spouting.

it had taken a long while for her heart to heal enough to let anyone in, despite all of the kindness she poured onto others. but one day, a few moons ago, she had assisted a gentle-eyed mailman who was simply trying to deliver packages amongst the bustling chaos of the city, and in their conversation, she felt herself releasing the first real laugh she had given in a long time. she had settled into a sense of peace that felt like breathing again. she had invited him up to her penthouse that overlooked the emerald city, where she had fed and dined and spoiled him with oz's best in return for companionship. not physical companionship at first, but simply someone to talk to. the former inevitably came a few times into their rendezvous apollo flickwit made the most adored woman in oz's life a little less lonely.

the sun started to peak through the wall of windows that led to her balcony, illuminating her bedroom with natural light that didn't disturb galinda in her sleeping bliss. soft pink linens clung to the bare frames of galinda and apollo, and she only stirred when she felt the mattress shift. she felt a warm hand slide over the curve of her waist and around the small of her back to pull her closer to his warm frame and the softest kisses she had ever known brushing against her cheek. the kisses drew a line from the rounded apex of her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth and the sleepy pout she bore, a soft hummed noise coming from her lips.

" mmm, don't tell me it's time to be awake, " she hummed as her arms snaked around @favoritz's waist to curl up closer to him. her head of soft blonde curls nuzzled into the crook of his neck before a wide, audible yawn stretched across her face. " the day and oz can wait, can't it? or perhaps -- " another yawn as she moved her head to slowly blink long lashes open so their sleepy gazes could meet. " -- an official decree-ation for everyone to take the day off. "

a kiss when waking lazily in the morning

it was spring break for the doughs, and riley and diane were making the most of it as usual. this year was special though. in just a little less than three months, they would be welcoming their first child in june and spending their summer getting used to being parents. the road trip had been a babymoon for them, of sorts, something diane hadn't ever heard of until riley had spoken the title. it made sense when he explained it - their last hoorahs as just riley and diane before baby girl got here.

diane was incredibly excited to be a mother, but there was some lingering anxieties that she was dealing with. she was often lost in her head about making sure she was doing the right thing, and she knew that she would only continue to do so once their daughter was here. she just wanted to be the best mother possible, and she struggled to wrap her mind around the concept that she could be it without practice, that it might come naturally to her, as her husband so often reassured her. he was a saint through all of this, the perfect dose of calm that she needed to quiet her constantly racing mind.

they had rented a cabin in a gorgeous lakeside town, one with a bustling community and lots of places to get lost in. their morning had started with stopping at a few shops. there were some books and other trinkets that she'd let her eye linger on, but she never let herself buy a thing so far. ever the thrifty one, she felt guilty splurging on herself with the baby coming. they were already indulging in the cabin and the little cafes they had found. but she made some notes of a thing or two that she might like to stop in and purchase before they left town at the end of the week.

her hand was laced through his as they walked through their afternoon activity - a botanical garden that was rich and luscious this time of year. the smell of fresh plants and flowers wrapped around her and filled her with a sense of warmth, and she couldn't stop herself from infodumping scientific facts about certain flora that she was well versed in as they went from display to display. they had even been playing a game of brainstorming baby names throughout the botanical garden, wondering if something might stick. so far, some strong contenders were in the likes of lily, daisy, poppy, amongst many others.

" ah, corylus, " she noted from one of the placards as they passed a lush section of green shrubbery, a soft smile tugging at her lips. " also known as hazel. they produce the very hazelnuts that you like in your coffees and nutella so much, " she teased as she gently bumped her shoulder against @favoritz' bicep, her free hand smoothing over the bumping hiding under the flowy dress and drapey knit cardigan she had on. " hazels were once thought to be a source of wisdom to the celts. they've also been used as a source of protection against fearful things in grimm's fairytales . . . " and as tradition with the options that ran through her mind, she murmured a combination of a name, as if trying it on for size, " hazel dough . . . that could be cute. "

garden. our muses visit a botanical garden, where vibrant colours and fragrant flowers bloom.

@favoritz, continued from here.

dahlia was on the up again. the new album had come out earlier in the spring, and it was a fucking hit. it was eligible for a few different vmas tonight, and when dahlia both performed and went home with some shiny trophies in hand? she was over the moon, truly. all of this hard work, both with her music and cleaning up her reputation? it felt like it was being recognized and appreciated. she felt better than ever, and it was obvious in the way she was beaming and glowing tonight.

she had proudly been babying one of the silver moonmen, letting her bandmates proudly boast the others while they enjoyed themselves. she was being good tonight. she had one drink, and that was all she was allowing herself. she wanted to remember how fucking good tonight felt. she wanted to keep chasing this high, and she wanted to do it with the one person who had pulled her out of this hole.

she and richard? they were screwing around behind the scenes, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel something for him. he cared about her in ways that she had never felt before. he was a pain in the ass and a buzzkill, but that attitude had saved her life multiple times. and now in her mid thirties? maybe she needed to slow down and enjoy life day by day. it didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun though.

so while richard was speaking with jeb rice, zoe boldly crossed the room with moonman in hand, a grin on her lips as her free hand grabbed richard and pulled him into a greeting kiss. leave it to zoe ryan to elicit a reaction.

richard's shock only had an amused smirk tugging at her lips as she turned her attention to jeb rice. " care if i steal him from you, jeb? annabelle's wanting to talk to you about hiring my sister as a dancer, anyways, " she hummed before she gently tugged richard along with her. " i'm having fun tonight. showing off my prizes. you should do the same -- "

as hawkins slowly picked itself up over the past year, chrissy was rebuilding her life much in the same way that eddie was. she had been pulled from the upside down in a broken state, but she had used what strength she had to fight for eddie's honor. she risked her own sanity to tell the truths of the monsters from below and how eddie had tried to save her. she risked her mother saying callous things, how disrespectful it was of jason's memory to honor such a monstrous creature. she had looked her mother in the eye that day and had told her that there was only one monster left in her life before she stormed out of the room with the slight limp left from her previously broken leg.

there were fragments of normalcy that were still being clung to in hawkins. fall was upon hawkins, and bonfires and house parties were afoot. chrissy hadn't asked for permission to go to the party. she hadn't even told her parents where she was going. she was eighteen, and she was trying to distance herself from them more and more. she was taking classes at the community college to get by, and it felt nice to have some sort of control over her life.

she had decided to make a cheeky little statement at the halloween party she was at, showing up as a devil in a tight little red dress that flared out at her hips into a short skirt and devil horns. it was a statement that would make her mother have a conniption . . . but it was also in silent support of someone who meant the world to her. someone she had been fighting so hard to stand with in solidarity, and tonight? she was planning on doing just that.

she had spotted where corroded coffin was set up to play at the house party and caught @favoritz' eye, a soft little smirk on her lips as she swayed to the music and sipped out of a solo cup. she let him play his set before she gave a subtle nod in the direction she started to go in, her fingers trailing along the banister as she climbed up the first couple of steps.

she turned to look back and see if he was following her, a proud little grin climbing across her face when she spotted him just feet behind her. as she let him walk up to her, they were eye to eye with the steps she was on, and without fear, her hands lifted to rest on the sides of his neck. as she leaned in, she paid no mind to who was witnessing the way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips brushed his. in fact, she hoped they all saw it.

chrissy kisses eddie at a party.

it had been a while since celaena had woken up in another person's bed. she was a tumbleweed these days. she didn't really know where she fit in anymore. she had left the man who had trained her after she realized he had been the cause of killing the first person she had ever loved because of his own selfish desires to have her for himself. she had been so young, so bright eyed, only to have that stripped away from her. then, she had spent some time to herself before she found chimera and the agent that had slipped on a banana peel, of all things. owen had been a window to something new for her, but he was so blinded by his own personal goals that she wasn't sure he would ever feel anything beyond his own pride. when she had given him that ultimatum, she had left disappointed and heartbroken, but she refused to let him see her shed a tear. that came later.

she had been on her own for a few months, feeling aimless and more lost than ever. it's how she ended up in the states. how she ended up finding community in some local bar. and how she had spent her evening chatting up a guy with nice eyes and a crooked smile. he had fed into something she was starved for, but she was keeping her heart under lock and key. she refused to be broken again.

it didn't stop her from having a good time, and gods, did she. they had great physical chemistry. they had no problem in finding out what made the other tick. and both of their skins by the next morning was peppered with evidence of their activities from the night before.

she woke as the sun blazed through the slit in the windows, shifting and stretching with a soft groan. brown eyes slowly fluttered open to find @favoritz crawling back into bed next to her and a tired smile tugged across her lips. " still in the buff, just how i like it, " she teased before she lifted her head to catch his lips in a soft kiss. " g'morning . . . "

starter call / accepting!

alanna knew that this was a big night. the album had dropped at midnight, and all of the band were glued to their phones throughout the day trying to get the public's reception of it. so far? it was good. great, even. alanna had even read the word 'comeback' a few times. she knew the others were anxious with their past, but from an unbiased standpoint? they were fucking good.

it was the evening, and they were filming ahead a segment for one of the late night shows. they'd be out long before it aired on television, but that may have made the tension and nerves worse amongst the group - the frontman, in particular.

after changing into her coordinating costume and fixing her hair and make up, she walked down to andy's dressing room and gently knocked on the door. " hey, " she greeted with a soft smile and a tilt of her head as she glanced at @favoritz through the mirror. " can i come in? "

starter call / accepting!