#☆°‧★ 𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 ؛ �� ↷ in character.

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the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

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it's not necessarily mapplethorpe's behavior that occasionally threw ian for a loop... ( no, he was far from normal himself ! ) it's the slang that got him the most. how the hell was he supposed to know that?! ❛❛ okay well, like... just say that next time then. ❜❜ but fortunately for the full sized toddler before him —— a mcchicken did sound appealing. ❛❛ you got frozen fanta money? ❜❜

god damn americans. they always looked at him like he had a third arm growing out of his forehead. granted, he didn't really act normal, did he? he was literally tugging on him like a toddler, nearly begging for mcdonald's in the same fashion. "uh, mcdonald's? maccas."

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this man would 100% put on an adidas track suit and say he was jonathan davis for halloween

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

❛❛ okay, that's so not true— ❜❜ there's an effort not to roll his eyes into the back of his skull at the assumption alone. but how fucking easy would it be? he's already got the adidas superstars... ( in both black and white ! ) maybe a little bit of makeup for that horrendous 'stache because god knows he's not growing it out himself —— and boom. cue the freak on a leash noises.

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↷ ☆ ✉️ [ incoming message: ] open starter.

the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

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↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @deadph0bic: ] she can't help but take the ghostface mask into her hands whenever ian's back is turned towards her. in one quick motion, she'll pull it over her head and jump at his back with a scream. "WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?!" whilst grabbing his shoulders and giving him a shake. she thinks she's hilarious.

it takes a real asshole to get someone while their back is turned like that... ( he knows, he knows because he's often that very same asshole in question. ) and now he's just upset that little miss sunshine and tanlines has given him the smallest dose —— the tiniest syringe full of his own heart attack inducing medicine. it isn't fair ! but what really sucked the most was that it wasn't even that good of a scare... a cheap jump while he's preoccupied, and yet it still got him.

the shuffling of hard plastic cd cases came to an abrupt end at the growl from behind him —— sending them tumbling out of his grasp and onto the mattress as his body involuntarily reacted. ( but the hands clawing and shaking at his shoulders kept him physically grounded, ) at least until he spun around on sneakers to find siobhan the mask staring back at him. the mask that had been tacked into its home upon his bedroom wall... repeatedly over and over again, and never into the same precise spot when he was done with it.

❛❛ you bi— ❜❜ but he caught himself before the insult could fully form on the tip of his tongue. ( he's been trying so hard to suture old shitty habits with her, ) trying real fucking hard, he promises ! a forced smile, more of a sneer, was offered to conceal any hidden amusement before he reached out to curl his fingers around the fabric resting snuggly at the top of her head —— giving it a yank. ❛❛ real funny. you don't even like scary movies. ❜❜ so therefore, she isn't exactly worthy of wearing it... those are the rules.

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and suddenly a look of disappointment crosses his features as she mentions changing before his inevitable arrival —— for him to show up normal. ( but she already mentioned costumes ! ) she can't get his hopes up like that... not that there had even been time to bloom much hope at all. nobody ever said that he was put on this earth to make things simple, let alone make sense.

the hand touching his face only felt slightly condescending —— but his cheek leaned into it anyway. ( gently at first... ) before giving it a somewhat jerky nudge without actually pushing it away. or, lucky for her, licking it this time. ❛❛ well now i want to dress up... ❜❜ it's mumbled almost like it lacked confidence; like he was embarrassed to admit such a stupid thing. ( it wasn't stupid, ) but it sure as hell felt like it. he straightened up after a brief moment. ❛❛ i can wear something t'match and hang out at the counter 'til your manager kicks me out. so y'don't look like a total fuckin' loser. ❜❜

so, he maybe has a point about the spiteful bitch part — she's pretty sure she's like, fifty percent spite at this point in her life. and yeah, he gets to bear some of that! that's the price of this whole... whatever the hell. he signed up for it by virtue of willingly interacting with her, at minimum. she swallows down a laugh, tries to disguise it with a cough, when she watches his face go serious. shit, you'd think they were talking about something so much more dire than a costume.

maybe she'd mentioned her desire for a costume deliberately. playing the long game. maybe. "or you can just show up like usual?" and there's that laugh again, only this time, she doesn't do quite so well with hiding it. she reaches out to pat his face, "i can always change before you show up, y'know. so you don't feel left out."

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"if you go as mine, i'll go as yours" — daisy

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❛❛ you're so fuckin' corny, y'know that? ❜❜ not that he ever minded... despite how much he hated how very temporarily flustered all of her silly little pick up lines made him. ( mine, yours ) simple words that could make his brain short circuit if he thought about it for more than a few seconds. she's like a walking talking breathing valentine's day card —— he should hate that. but he doesn't. ❛❛ i'm trying to come up with actual ideas here, daise. ❜❜

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Eric Draven from The Crow!

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

❛❛ that's a little stereotypical, don't y'think? ❜❜ but he isn't serious —— as proven by that stupid slightly crooked smile. ( flattering? yes. ) stereotypical? perhaps ! isn't that what all dudes who are comfortable wielding an eyeliner pencil and listen to type o negative consider every single fucking year? and admittedly... he has, in fact, considered it. ❛❛ you just wanna see me suffer in leather. ❜❜

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↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @sacr1ficed: ] i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace.

a sneer twisted his features as her voice came from behind —— but it was harmless... mocking, but nevertheless harmless. and punctuated with a small smile on the corners of pierced lips as he finally tore his eyes from the television. ( the ridiculously slow crane of his neck as if it were a chore to turn away from gruesome onslaught. ) as if he lost track of how many times he's seen the film in question... but he's never been one to keep track in the first place.

❛❛ what's wrong? not into a little night of the demons with your cornflakes? ❜❜ the lanky body curled up on the couch finally shifted enough to glance over his shoulder, and that small smile finally grew and then fell into a ( rather dramatic ) pout once he found her. ❛❛ c'mon, i gotta work an afternoon shift. let me have some fun first. ❜❜

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↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @insanislupus: ] haunted ginger bread houses can totally be a thing, now help me make this murder scene.

a sharp retort was hanging from the tip of his tongue —— something about how stupid the whole mess was. ( how he doesn't even fuck around with gingerbread houses during christmas time. ) how ginger wasn't even a halloween flavor ! but all of it was swallowed down as blues scanned the makeshift workshop. the edible house that didn't look entirely stable sitting on the center of the table and the various candies and packets of icing surrounding it... oh, his sweet tooth was raging. and he can already hear her being difficult about him wanting to eat the final product if he didn't even help put it together.

( so against his inner urge to complain, ) he reluctantly sat down in the seat beside her with an annoyed huff that wasn't entirely genuine. without warning, his hand reached towards hers to pluck the red icing from between her grasp —— like a child without good manners, and he finally mumbled. ❛❛ i wanna do the blood... ❜❜

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↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @chrryblsssm / daisy: ] cockwarming whilst watching a film laden with jumpscares.

it's a cute position, really ! not much different at all from any other spooning sesh they often found themselves partaking in during their little sleepovers... ( even the chosen film was on brand. ) with her body comfortably tucked up against his like a perfectly slotted puzzle piece —— his arm was for the most part lazily draped over her middle, while his chin rested on the prominent bone of her shoulder. ( he appeared completely focused on the flickering screen across the bed, ) but he was far from distracted by it.

she was always so fucking warm... warm and wet and welcoming —— he's convinced that it doesn't matter how many times he's fucked her, he'll never get used to the sensation. which is what makes this all the more torturous; makes him wonder what the hell is wrong with him to start this little game to begin with. ( his body is practically begging to betray him, ) to rock his hips into her and find even just a hint of friction. instead he's focused. not on the shitty movie slashing through the television —— but on keeping himself still instead of just flipping her onto her stomach to pound into her the way he so badly wants. ( it's only instinct ! ) but the end result, he hopes, is gonna be worth it.

he has to mutter a swear under his breath at every scare —— he's hardly noticed them. but the way her body jumped and her cunt tightened was going to fucking kill him... or make him lose his composure at the very least. ( his cock impatiently twitched inside her, ) and his mouth dipped to press into her shoulder to silence any sound on his end. the lanky arm resting over her abdomen finally squeezed in warning, to keep her from moving any more.

it's only once he's recovered enough does he finally speak. low, a single word breathed against her skin from behind and attempting to tease her. ❛❛ scared? ❜❜

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" i'll be red riding hood and you can be the wolf. if you catch me you can eat me!" <3

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

❛❛ catch and eat you, huh? ❜❜ it's a cute enough idea to make him let out a sound that was more of a laugh than anything else —— but suggestive enough to cause the corners of his lips to tug upwards into something of a smirk. ( we love a double entendre ! ) especially ones that involved games... but that's not exactly the focus here right now ! though it is a rather large swaying factor. ❛❛ how much fur do i gotta actually wear? ❜❜

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the parrot comment was ultimately ignored —— but not without a flicker of amusement that tugged on the corners of pierced lips. it's only when she seemingly confirmed her own suspicion ( that's mayor of buzzkill city to you ! ) that his eyes finally give a dramatic roll and he pushes himself away from the door and her hand on his chest. leaving it open for her to enter as he turns his back to return to the cave that he calls a bedroom.

❛❛ oh shut up— i'd bet you five bucks i wouldn't be the only one without a costume. ❜❜ teeth rip off another chunk from the candy, still dramatic as ever even in doing a simple task, before tossing the remainder of the vine on the nightstand beside his unmade bed. ( he doesn't even like twizzlers. ) only took it 'cause she offered... and 'cause she already bit off it.

❛❛ well i don't have anything t'wear, alright? ❜❜ gaze turned toward the closet with doors wide open and exposing the sea of black within that was spilling out. ( sorry for the mess, jen. ) he wasn't expecting company ! and even if he was... no, he still probably wouldn't have picked up. but his statement wasn't entirely accurate —— there was a ghostface costume shoved somewhere in there. but the mask and robe felt like a hassle for a show. he spun back around to look at her with furrowed brows. ❛❛ wait— what're you gonna wear? ❜❜

Her eyes roll to his mocking in a teasing manner though the look on her face never wavered. Naturally, she didn't frown or grin, she wore a well devised poker face that was laced with perfectly pink lip gloss and chunky mascara. The hint of a smile was always there, like it was hidden away as though she had SOME sort of secret, one that if she did, she'd rarely tell. "Oh, so he's a parrot now? Never liked birds much, they always have that weird look in their eyes-"

As his gazed stayed glued to hers, she didn't let her eyes waver. Jennifer liked a challenge, whether this was or not, she wasn't entirely sure. But she was a woman so WHOLEHEARTEDLY herself, she continued on with little hesitation.

"Okay, so you're DEFINITELY wanting to be a resident of buzzkill city then-" she mused back, her head shook from side to side. "Yes, you have to dress up or you're going to look mega lame as the one weirdo who came as himself," her fingers stayed pressed to his chest for a minute. "Plus, I've already got an extra salty costume picked out for myself. Wouldn't want to disappoint little, old me, right?"

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sorry ian but the ghostface mask is kind of lame and overrated at this point. if you wanna be original, try something interesting for a change. i suggest dressing as a xenomorph or pinhead. but if you're too much of a coward then i understand

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

well, it isn't his fault that there's an ongoing theme here ! but it is almost flattering that anyone would think that his skills of prosthetics and makeup could rival his ability of throwing on a robe and mask —— ( spoiler alert ! ) he can't, and he definitely can't be assed to even try touching that shit. ❛❛ yeah fucking right, and who's gonna do all that? you? ❜❜ a scoff scratches his throat, and he's still a little offended by the initial insult. ❛❛ 'm not wearing no fuckin' bald cap, either. ❜❜

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ghostface. for no particular reason.

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

for no particular reason —— liar ! he could think of like... at least three different reasons right here on the spot ! that poor excuse tacked on to the end of her suggestion almost made his eyes roll back into his skull, ( and it might have done a micro version of it involuntarily. ) ❛❛ y'can't come up with ideas without having a reason for 'em. ❜❜ that was just... not really true at all, but alas. he was certainly annoying enough to try to pry something out of her. ❛❛ unless you're just too much of a pussy t'say why. ❜❜

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Ian being anything other than Ghostface for Halloween feels criminal.

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

❛❛ you'd like that wouldn't you? freaks. you're all freaks. ❜❜ says the dude who has said ghostface mask tacked into the wall of his bedroom and costume stuffed into the back of his closet... but that's like —— not the point at all.