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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year ago

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🦇Happy Halloween Ghesties!👻

I haven't had a chance to write anything new for this year, but I would like to share my Halloween fic from last year that deserves more love!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Candy Wrappers

t's Halloween night at the Abbey, Papa IV/Copia decides to spend it sharing his love of horror films with ghoulette Cumulus and a sister of sin. The 3 decide to watch John Carpenter's HALLOWEEN and pig out on candy while it storms outside.

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“Oh Lucifer! He is right behind her isn’t he? I can’t watch.” Cumulus cried, pulling the throw blanket up over her eyes, almost knocking the bowl of candy from Copia’s lap. The thunder roared outside, the lights flickering a bit as the storm rolled on past the Abbey. It was Halloween night and they wouldn’t have many trick or treaters this year it seemed. Copia was determined that they could still have fun. He had put in an old VHS tape of HALLOWEEN from his collection and managed to convince Sister Ren and Cumulus to watch with him.

“God that mask is so unnerving.” Sister Ren said, grabbing another snickers from the bowl. Copia, nodding his head in agreement as he licked some residual chocolate from his fingertips. If it were up to him they would stay up all night and watch the classics. Poltergeist , The Exorcist , The Omen , so many horror gems he could muster from his collection.

“I don't see why we couldn’t have just watched Ghostbusters or Beetlejuice.” Cumulus griped. Copia was starting to regret turning it on. It was a well known fact that Cumulus did not handle scary well, being the Abbey’s resident scaredy cat. Despite her Hellish lineage, she would prefer to see people happy and smiling, not so much cut up into little pieces–even if it was all just pretend.

“Ghuleh, I did ask you if you wanted to watch…” Copia reminded her, she had gotten to this point of her own accord, “...you did say yes.” he said as Sister Ren passed him back the bowl of candy and rolled her eyes.

“I know it just…It scares me.” Cumulus admitted, a soft smile appearing over Copia’s face. He took her hand in his, her face still barely visible above the line of the blanket. The lights flickered again–the flash of lightning filling the sky outside and the inevitable crash of thunder rumbling the old bones of the Abbey. Cumulus’s heart pounded as she gripped the blanket tighter, storms also not her friend.

“Then we don't have to watch—” Copia began, pausing the movie. Sister Ren, was becoming aggravated with Cumulus’s whining and the continued stopping and starting of the film.

“Papa! I wanted to watch it though.” she pouted. Copia felt flustered, he didn’t want to upset either of them. All he wanted was to enjoy some relaxation after coming back from the tour and not deal with any more drama. This was proving to be quite the task indeed.

“It’s ok, I’ll watch.” Cumulus yielded, nestling herself deep into the sofa between the two of them. Before Copia could press play the storms flickered, the lights off and on once more, the movie restarting with the surge. Copia picked out a piece of candy, after rummaging through the half spent bowl as Cumulus curled next to him, her tail stiffened and tense. The movie continued and Sister Ren felt a sense of guilt pour over her.

It really isn’t that big of a deal if we can’t watch this particular movie , she thought to herself and then she remember something—a peace offering

Hey… Cumulus…” Ren began, tapping the ghoul lightly on the shoulder to gain her attention, Cumulus turning to face her. “I’m sorry—Truly. We can watch Beetlejuice if you really want to and I almost forgot. I got you something.” Ren apologized, pulling a bag of strawberries and cream lollie drops out from behind her and passing them to the ghoulette–Cumulus’s favorite.

“Oh Ren, thank you.” the ghoulette beamed, throwing her arms around the sister, tail wagging behind her–tickling Copia’s nose.

“Geez Cumulus don’t get too crazy over it, it’s just some candy.” Sister Ren said, Cumulus hugging her a bit too tightly.

“Oh sorry.” Cumulus said letting her go and realizing that Ren did care after all. The lights flickered off again.

“It may not matter anyways if this storm keeps messing with the power, maybe I should send the boys out to help with the generator.” Copia began, when suddenly the power came back on and the screen lit up with Michael Myers weidling his knife, front and center!

“Ah!” Cumulus screamed, quickly burying her face in Copia’s shoulder, sending the bowl of what were now wrappers flying into the air like confetti. The 3 of them were in for quite an interesting night indeed.

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eightfifteen · 9 months ago

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The ghostbusters press tour... Must... Find... time... to finish TTW

#THEY'RE SIBLINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#literally my favorite people in one frame i cant #ttw #the third wheel

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noahschnappinfs · 7 months ago

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Think we are reading too into things but I do believe that millie was told not to interact with Noah publicly where people can see you, to protect her brand her public image. Goes for the rest of the cast implicitly told to only interact on set. Noah does seem happy though right now he’s got his other friends making him enjoy his life, I can’t imagine the guilt he also felt for the cast over his situation. Like Finn receiving Noah hate on his insta comments, Caleb not being able to post a reunion picture without people making it about Noah.

millie mentioned noah explicitly because she felt like it during her damsel press tour so that debunks the whole idea of her team telling her not to interact with/mention noah publicly anyway and finn mentioned him as well during the ghostbusters press tour so yeah there’s no power behind it all telling them to ignore noah.

But yeah it still makes me sad to see the reaction of people and how he might feel guilty bc of the negative reaction his castmates and the show may receive due to this whole thing. It’s specially the fandom making it worse like when they started commenting on caleb’s posts like that.

#answered #ns #the deuxmoi rumor is 100% fake i asked around to ppl in the know and everybody said it was fake btw #deuxmoi is the one that posted that rumor saying everybody was told not to post noah publicly and that stuff #all the deuxmoi posts about noah has been fake btw

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castlebyersafterdark · 1 month ago

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Heyyy so I’m really curious about when Finn called himself alpha and a wolf? 😂 I don’t think I’ve ever seen that video! Can you post a link to it?? Plssss 🙏🙏

Ooooh I have no idea, I don't think I've posted it here personally? I feel like I watched it on another blog but that could be a lie. Maybe someone sent it here. My memory is wacky. Both great and not great. I know it was during the Ghostbusters press tour to narrow it down. I'd look for it but I don't have the investigative time but, I do know there's people who keep pretty through bookmarks so if anyone has it readily saved 😊

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warningsine · 3 months ago

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On Aug. 28, Amandla Stenberg, the lead of the “Star Wars” series “The Acolyte,” posted an eight-and-a-half-minute video to her Instagram Stories about Lucasfilm’s abrupt decision not to pick up the show for a second season just a month after the Season 1 finale streamed on Disney+.

“It’s not a huge shock for me,” Stenberg said. Since the series was announced in 2020, she continued, “we started experiencing a rampage of, I would say, hyper-conservative bigotry and vitriol, prejudice, hatred and hateful language towards us.” (Stenberg was unavailable to comment for this story.)

In other words, “The Acolyte” was the latest high-profile target of “toxic fandom,” the catchall term for when fan criticism curdles from good-faith dissatisfaction into a relentlessly negative, often bigoted online campaign against either the project or its stars or creative leaders. In a franchise economy increasingly dependent upon established audience devotion to drive the bottom line, the threat of toxic fandoms poisoning that enthusiasm has become a seemingly intractable headache for almost every studio. And it’s only getting worse.

“It comes with the territory, but it’s gotten incredibly loud in the last couple years,” says a veteran marketing executive at a major studio. “People are just out for blood, regardless. They think the purity of the first version will never be replaced, or you’ve done something to upset the canon of a beloved franchise, and they’re going to take you down for doing so.”

Sometimes, toxic fandoms behave reactively. A “House of the Dragon” episode featuring two female characters kissing and an episode of “The Last of Us” focusing on a gay couple were both review bombed — the practice of mobbing sites like Rotten Tomatoes and IMDb with negative user reviews, which gained mainstream attention following the premiere of 2017’s “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” And an entire YouTube ecosystem is devoted to declaring projects like “The Marvels” and “The Boys” “woke garbage” (among other pungent sobriquets).

Just as frequently, the backlash begins before the project has seen the light of day: a Reddit mega-thread dedicated to outrage over “Bridgerton” casting a Black woman (Masali Baduza) as the love interest for Francesca (Hannah Dodd); social media epithets directed at the actors of color cast as elves and dwarves in “The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power”; death threats aimed at Leslie Jones during the press tour for 2016’s “Ghostbusters.”

Perhaps the greatest irony of this phenomenon is the disproportionate impact these toxic fandoms have relative to their actual number.

“The vast majority of any fandom are casual fans,” says John Van Citters, VP of Star Trek brand development, who has been with the storied franchise since the 1990s. “The number of people who live and die on their franchises are very, very few, and then those who come after things that they espouse to love with venom are a really, really tiny subset of that already smaller subset of fandom. It’s just much easier to see it now. I don’t know that it’s really that much broader than where things were in 1995 — it’s just that the bullhorn wasn’t there.”

For some, combating that bullhorn amounts to acting as if they can’t hear it. “Particularly when it’s a negative, toxic conversation, we don’t even engage,” says a TV marketing executive. “Like with toxic people, you try to not give it too much oxygen.” One principal concern is that reacting to these kinds of attacks risks alienating fans who are unhappy with creative choices about a franchise but haven’t tipped over into abusive behavior. So a studio may attempt to amplify friendlier voices instead. “We’ll reply to comments that are positive and elevate those things,” says the TV exec.

Still, toxic fandoms have grown so pernicious that they’ve become a fact of life for many — and so powerful that while talent, executives and publicists will privately bemoan the issue, fear of inadvertently triggering another backlash kept several studios from speaking for this story even on background. (As one rep put it, “It’s just a lose-lose.”)

Those who did talk with Variety all agreed that the best defense is to avoid provoking fandoms in the first place. In addition to standard focus group testing, studios will assemble a specialized cluster of superfans to assess possible marketing materials for a major franchise project.

“They’re very vocal,” says the studio exec. “They will just tell us, ‘If you do that, fans are going to retaliate.’” These groups have even led studios to alter the projects: “If it’s early enough and the movie isn’t finished yet, we can make those kinds of changes.”

Several studio insiders say they often put their talent through a social media boot camp; in some cases, when a character is intentionally challenging a franchise’s status quo, studios will, with the actor’s permission, take over their social media accounts entirely. When things get really bad — especially involving threats of violence — security firms will scrub talent information from the internet to protect them from doxxing.

In some particularly egregious cases, a direct response has been necessary. In 2022, after “Obi-Wan Kenobi” actor Moses Ingram denounced the “hundreds” of racist messages sent to her about her role — “There’s nothing anybody can do about this. There’s nothing anybody can do to stop this hate,” she said — Lucasfilm posted a statement to its Star Wars social media accounts that read, in part, “There are more than 20 million sentient species in the Star Wars galaxy, don’t choose to be a racist.” The Star Wars accounts also shared a video of “Obi-Wan” star Ewan McGregor saying the abuse made him “sick to my stomach” and that “if you’re sending her bullying messages, you’re no ‘Star Wars’ fan in my mind.”

Later that year, the cast of “The Rings of Power” condemned “the relentless racism, threats, harassment, and abuse some of our castmates of color are being subjected to on a daily basis,” and actors from the “Lord of the Rings” film trilogy posted photos of themselves wearing clothing featuring the ears of Middle-earth creatures in multiple skin tones underneath the message “you are all welcome here” written in Elvish. Those efforts may have had an effect. In an August interview with Amazon MGM Studios TV chief Vernon Sanders about “The Rings of Power,” the executive said the show hadn’t experienced the same racist hostility in advance of Season 2 that had greeted its 2022 debut. “People have had a chance to actually engage with the show,” he said. “Overwhelmingly, what we’ve seen is that folks who came with an open mind can discuss and debate their favorite things — which takes you out of the place of that ugly conversation that happened with some folks who may have been infused with an agenda that’s separate from the show itself.”

There is one other way to handle toxic fans on the internet: Stay off it. “I’m not online, so I’m protected,” says frequent Marvel star Elizabeth Olsen (“WandaVision”). “Generally, it’s a lot of positive experiences of making kids happy. I ignore the other stuff.”

#i know this article has been making the rounds but it bears repeating #fandom

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brodydalle-archive · 6 months ago

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INTERVIEW: MUSICIAN BRODY DALLE, FORMERLY OF THE DISTILLERS AND SPINNERETTE

The newly-solo artist talks Cyndi Lauper, Swedish pancakes and coffee

First record you ever bought Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual.

Last extravagant purchase you made My ‘Stand and Deliver’ studded leather jacket.

First film you saw that really moved you Betty Blue changed my life. I saw the uncut three-hour director’s cut when I was 17. It blew my mind. I saw The Exorcist at my babysitter’s when I was five and then every horror movie in the video store by the time I was eight, which led to seances with Scrabble pieces and a glass upside down.

Last lie you told I told my son Ryder that the Easter bunny hops around and hides chocolate eggs for kids to find and maybe a toy firetruck too.

First movie you ever went on a date to Bowling for Columbine with Joshua [Homme, her husband and lead singer of Queens of the Stone Age]. The whole experience was extremely intense.

Last time you cried On tour in Australia a couple of times – I was overwhelmed and exhausted.

First thing you do when you’ve got time off work Spend time with my kids and my husband, or if I’m on tour, go for a run.

Last great meal you cooked I made my kids Swedish pancakes this morning. It’s my momma-in-law’s recipe but I got ’em down pretty good. They’re freaking delicious. Served with strawberries, bacon and maple syrup.

First crush Bill Murray in Ghostbusters.

Last book you read Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer.

First great piece of advice you were given My grandmother told me she doesn’t believe the saying ‘You make your bed, you lie in it’. She told me you get out and make it again. I loved that.

Last time you were star struck I don’t.

First thing you’d do if you ran the country Delete Monsanto.

Last meal on earth – what would it be? My dad’s spaghetti bolognese. My mum’s salad, chicken wings and sticky date cake. My nanna’s custard.

First song you’ll sing at karaoke Madonna – ‘Holiday’.

Last time you exploited your position to get something I’m not that famous.

First time you realised you were famous When paparazzi took photos of me in London when The Distillers were at the peak of our career.

Last time someone criticised your work Who cares?

First three words your friends would use to describe you My husband said ‘Sexy, badass and stubborn’.

Last time you made an impulse buy and regretted it Yesterday, Ralph Lauren wedges for Coachella, toe crushers.

First concert you ever attended Cyndi Lauper at the Melbourne tennis center. My dad took me – it was incredible.

Last time you bought someone flowers My girlfriend Amaryllis – she had had a bad day and I wanted to cheer her up.

First object you’d save from your burning home Photos.

Last funny thing you saw online Mark Gormley – ‘Without You’.

First job McDonald’s – you can’t wash that smell off your skin.

Last person you fantasised about My husband.

First word you spoke Mum.

Last crime you committed I stole a bunch of chocolate bars from a milk bar in Melbourne years ago.

First song at your (potential) wedding ‘Let’s Dance’ – David Bowie.

Last song at your funeral ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo and Johnny.

First person you’d thank in an award acceptance speech Brandy Blake.

Last thing you recommended to someone Psychiatric evaluation.

First thing you think of when you wake up in the morning My French press coffee maker.

Last thing you think of before you go to sleep My French press coffee maker.

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#brody dalle #spinnerette #spinnerette press #interview #interviews #article

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beautifulballad · 10 months ago

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Mckenna Grace and Finn Wolfhard Wrap 'Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire' Press Tour in London

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auxiliarydetective · 2 years ago

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Shall we do an ask game swap? I send you a 🎬 for dear Charlie and you send me one for one of my OCs in return?? 🖤🖤🖤

Yes!!! Hope my ask reached you :)

How would they be introduced?

Charlie would be introduced differently from how he's introduced in my fanfic rewrite of the movie because of the perspective the movie has. I feel like he could be in the library at the start of the movie, sitting in one of the chairs all wrong and reading a book. Then, we get the scene of the librarian getting scared by the ghost and we see Charlie reacting to it, establishing his ESP for the viewer. His true introduction would be when he welcomes the other soon-to-be Ghostbusters and is all giddy and excited but also gets upset at Venkman.

Who the fandom ships them with

In the 80s, the wider fandom would probably ship him with nobody, but nowadays, there's no way people wouldn't ship him with Egon. They would be portrayed as "really close friends", as historians would say... Some people might also ship him with Ray or Venkman (rivals to lovers).

Why the fandom loves them

For his personality, the way he's so confident and awkward at the same time and the way he's always trying to be helpful. He's just trying his best.

Why the fandom hates them

Who could hate Charlie? No, really, I think Charlie essentially betraying his friends could leave a sour taste in people's mouths. Also, his childish behaviour could get annoying.

What the cast relationship would be like

I think it would be great! Charlie’s actor would fit in well with the others, have the same humour, maybe geek out a little with Dan...

What was their audition scene?

I honestly think it could be either when Charlie confesses to being a demon or the scene where Charlie welcomes the others in the library. Both scenes really have the essence of Charlie. Actually, it's both! We'd need two actors for Charlie anyway, one for Charlie and one for Chandrah. They're playing the same character, of course, but in different forms, but they still need to seem like the same character. They would have to show they can be quirky and loveable and a terrible liar/pretender. The key is to look like they're trying and failing miserably at being human.

Dependent on the fandom, who would they be on a press tour/at comic con with?

I mean, the Ghostbusters probably come as a set, don't they? But if I had to pick one person, it would be Harold Ramis, just for the Egon-Charlie dynamic.

Do they spoil things?

I feel like Charlie’s actor would hint very heavily, so much so that it's like a slap in the face when the "Charlie is a demon" reveal comes.

If the show/movie has ended, are they happy with their character's ending and the ending at large?

Now, for this we gotta define what "ending" means here. I say, the ending is for each movie independently. The original Ghostbusters? Definitely happy. Charlie would have gotten a great ending to his character arc. Ghostbusters II? This movie would have been a lot less about Charlie, but still a good ending. But I feel like GB: Afterlife would really be a great closer for Charlie's story with him coming to terms with Egon’s death, ending their story together.

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stylestream · 4 days ago

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Kristen Wiig | Jenny Packham dress | Ghostbusters Los Angeles Premiere | 2016

#kristen wiig #jenny packham #premiere #2016 #pink #ghostbusters press tour

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itsonlystrange · 4 years ago

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What I hope the futures of the main ST kids look like:

(Assuming none of the kids die.. which is highly unlikely but let’s just pretend they get a happy ending)

MIKE & WILL: in 1986, he finally confesses his love to Will. They start secretly dating throughout all of high school. The only people who know about it are the rest of the party and Mike and Will’s moms, as well as Jonathon and Nancy. Eventually, they both move away and go to college in New York. They struggle for awhile but eventually they start a business and Mike becomes a comic book writer with Will being the comic book artist. They make it big, and gather up enough money to move. Then in 2001, they move to the Netherlands as it is the first country to legalize gay marriage. They get married in 2002 and the whole party comes. Then, in 2007 they move back to New York to continue their Comic Book business. Everyone respects them. They get a large aparentment overlooking the Hudson Bay. The whole nation knows their name and they are comic book royalty, essentially celebrities. Mike and Will visit the rest of the party often, and they all see eachother for every major holiday. In 2020, they’re still going strong and are pumping out major hit comics what they claim are “fiction” but are really based off of the tragic events of their childhood. IT IS HUGE, and they’re living comfortably in their NYC apartment with 2 other estates in Amsterdam and Hawaii. They’re happy.

LUCAS: Lucas goes for basketball but decides that that’s not what he wants to do for College. He goes to Law School in Missouri, and stays with relatives. He and Max break up after HS graduation since they’ll be so far apart. Lucas goes on to be a humble lawyer that also plays basketball from time to time. One day at a coffee shop, he meets a woman and they fall in love. The woman reminds him of Max and his own mother combined. They get married in 1998 at the age of 27 and move to Boston Massachusetts. They have a son, who shares a love for Basketball like his father. They frequently go and visit Mike and Will in NYC, almost every 3 months and their son considers mike and Will his “uncle” because of how close they are.

MAX: Max ends up going back to California and reuniting with her dad. She decided college just isn’t for her and decides to start a skateboard and surfboard company by the beach. She has a small apartment in Laguna Beach, California and is friends with all the locals. She keeps in touch with the whole party and sees them every major holiday, but she especially keeps in touch with El. Max goes to Chicago to watch an infamous skateboarding competition and ends up bumping into Kali, who els been living with for a few years. Max packs up all of her stuff in California and closes her store and moves out to Chicago to live with El and Kali and her gang. She works at a coffee shop with El until they finally come up with enough money to rent a condo. El and Max move out of Kali’s apartment into their own condo. Max works as a street artist and does big paintings all over brick walls and roads. El works at an animal shelter and together they adopt 2 German shepherd dogs. She sometimes visits her mom and step dad back in Hawkins. In 2002, they go to the Netherlands for Mike and Will’s wedding, and Max ends up meeting a Dutch Mechanic named Levy. They go long distance for about a year until eventually levy moves in with them. So it’s El, Max, and Levy. They get married in 2006 in the middle of the woods. It’s not a conventional wedding, and Max skateboards down the aisle. They only invite the party as well as some friends from Hawkins and Kalis gang. Mike and Will always boast about how if it wasn’t for their wedding, Levy and Max wouldn’t have met. Levy gets a job as a car mechanic and makes quite a bit of money. Max stays in Chicago with Levy and El for the rest of her life.

EL: El accepts that she can never have a normal life. She never goes to a public Highschool as it is unsafe and ends up not going to college either. She wants to see the world, and ends up moving to Chicago. Hopper and Joyce are married and she frequently visits almost every weekend for the first year. She doesn’t have a job as she just uses her powers to steal, as she doesn’t really understand the economy. After 3 months of living on the streets, discovering the world, she bumps into Kali who welcomes her into the gang. She lives with Kali and her gang for years. Kali has stopped k!lling people, and stealing, and teaches El how to have a happy life. Kali and her gang all rent one huge apartment and all get seperate jobs, they’re like one big dysfunctional family. El works at a coffee shop down town and one day bumps into Max who is visiting for a skateboarding competition. About 7 months later, Max moves in with them. Max starts working with El at the coffee shop and they are a power duo. Eventually they all are able to settle down and come up with enough money to rent an apartment for just the two of them. They move out of Kali’s aparentment and Max and El rent a small but nice condo, not to far from Kali. El starts to work at an animal rescue center and rescues 2 German shepherd dogs. Max works as a street artist and does murals all around town, it doesn’t pay much, but it makes her happy. They stay in Chicago for the rest of their lives and live happily together as bestfriends. In 2002, they go to Mike and Will’s wedding on a glassy lake. El creates a beautiful flower explosion with her powers at the reception, and is exceptionally proud that Mike and Will are pros with eachother. After Max gets married and Levy moves in, Levy learns of her powers. He keeps them a secret and they all live in a nice apartment in Chicago for the rest of their lives. Sure, it’s unconventional, but it’s nice, and that’s all el cares about. El continues to see the world and takes frequent road trips with Max and Levy on the weekends.

DUSTIN: Dustin goes to MIT and immediately excels. He adopts 3 pet lizards and one iguana and names them after the Ghostbusters. At MIT, he dorms with a fellow nerd and falls in love with her. He studies science on the side, as well. He works hard at MIT and graduates top of his class. He eventually moves out to New Jersey with his girlfriend. He gets a job at a local Highschool. Dustin works as a science teacher and still keeps in contact with Mr. Clarke. His girlfriend works as a History Professor at a local college. In 1999, he gets married and they honeymoon in Egypt, where Dustin takes way too many pictures. The whole party comes to the wedding, and Mr Clarke even comes and says a speech! In 2004 they have a son named Dart. His wife questions the name choice but goes with it. They settle down in a nice house in New Jersey. They frequently visit Mike and Will and Dustin even went to one of Mike and Will’s book press tours. In 2007 they have a daughter named Claudia after his mother. Dustin tells his whole class about what it was like in Hawkins, and how he got trapped in a Russian base. Of course, his students don’t believe him. Dustin and Lucas often come down to New York every few months to see Mike and Will, just the four of them, like old times. Dustin and his wife continue teaching and even have a whole room in their house dedicated to science. Their children are nerds-in-training and have seen the Star Wars trilogy over 4 times, per dustins request. They live happily and visit the rest of the party multiple times a year.

I’ll be doing Jonathon, Nancy, Steve, and Robin next!

#stranger things #st4 #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #eleven #el hopper #max mayfield #lumax

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random-imagines-blog · 4 years ago

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Makeshift Wings {Davey Havok x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2020 (Yikes) Summary: Sometimes, tour brings you to a cold city, and you have to find ways to warm up.

Huffing and puffing, you attempted to follow behind the band, but it was difficult. Your legs were laden with heavy boots, while the parka that you wore made you feel like a Tim Burton character; very top heavy. From beneath the scarf, the hat and the hood, your eyes could barely be made out, and because of those obstructions, it was hard to see where you were going. The sidewalks were packed with snow and your steps were very wobbly. There were a couple of times that you lost your footing, but luckily there were large snow banks on either side of the walkway. You had become very accustomed to the California climate, and being in upper Canada for a show was a total shock to the system. Snow blustered everywhere, making your very skin hurt. The concert might be postponed, you weren’t sure yet, but either way, you were stuck here because travel conditions are awful. You grew obsessed with the idea of going back home to the beaches, the sun, the palm trees. Everything that this city didn’t have. “Can anyone even see the hotel?” You asked, your breath steaming through the scarf. It was hard to see anything. This apparently wasn’t a blizzard but it seemed like one.

“We’re getting close,” Davey said, reaching behind him to take hold of your gloved hand in his own. It sounded more like mumbles due to his own scarf covering the lower half of his face, but you managed to make out what he had said. You took it gratefully, because at least if you went down again, you wouldn’t be alone. But you did manage to make it to the lobby of the hotel without any more incidents. Save that Hunter had fallen on his behind and had to quickly request an ice pack from the reception desk. You groaned at the idea of more ice; at least that hadn’t occurred yet.

“Are you okay?” Davey stood near you and helped to unwrap the scarf from your face. Due to the moisture from the snow droplets, and your own body, it nearly fused itself onto the inside of your coat.

You nodded though you were still shivering. It had been a ten minute walk from the parking lot to the hotel, though on a nice day it might only have taken half that time. There hadn’t been room for the tour bus anywhere in the actual parking lot, so the driver had to make some quick decisions, which meant stashing it in an expensive lot. But it was the closest you could get, so it had to be done. “I just want to get into a hot bath,” You said, lowering your hood. Adam and Hunter had offered to get the room keys, so they were doing that though it should have been your job. You took on the role of tour manager, just to be closer to your boyfriend while he toured North America to promote the newest AFI album. So far, you dropped the ball with picking the hotel, but at least the rooms should be nice. “But I have to make some phone calls first.”

“Take your bath first,” He said, removing his own striped scarf and bundled it into a ball with yours. “I can handle a couple of the phone calls.” He looked at your face and winced, which made you immediately nervous.

“What is it?” You asked, trying to stay calm. “Please tell me that part of my scarf didn’t actually get frozen to my face. Oh God.”

“No, thankfully no,” He said. “You just look nearly frozen to death. I’ve never seen your nose that ... red before.”

“Yikes,” Hunter said, coming up to you. He also was staring directly at your nose. You brought your hands up to cover your face, and could literally feel the cold radiating off of your own skin. You snatched the key out of his grip with one hand, still covering your face with the other.

“I’m going to get sick, I can feel it,” You moaned, checking the room number that was listed on the key. “I wonder if room service comes with cold medicine.”

“Let’s just worry about getting up to the room first,” Adam said, looking over at Hunter, who he was paired with. Jade had to share a room with his brother, who also worked as a part of the tour, and was always a welcome addition to the team. You agreed with that, still shivering beneath your oversized parka. You waddled more than walked to the elevator, feeling like the Marshmallow Man from GhostBusters.

The room had the heating on, keeping it at a comfortable temperature, but it still was barely enough. The first thing you did was set your bags on, and the second was run into the bathroom and turn on the taps so hot water would begin to spew. It didn’t take long for the steam to fill the room, and make it’s way into the main area. It was becoming muggy; and yet, you were still cold. You were a definite amateur when it came to the cold. Sunny California was where you wanted to stay.

You unzipped your coat with unsteady hands, then released your fingers from the gloves. The tips of your fingers were nearly red with the cold, and you needed some place warm to put them, stat.

That’s when you looked at your boyfriend, who had just gotten out of his coat and was lying on the bed in his hoodie and jeans. A small amount of skin was showing between the shirt and his bottoms and it looked oh so appealing.

You unzipped your own sweater, and threw it beside him on the bed to get his attention. You would soon be naked and heading to the bath anyway, so now was as good a time as any to begin to get undressed. He looked over at you with an amused look. “What are you doing?”

“I thought of a good way to warm up while I wait for the bath,” You said, in your most sultry voice. You swayed your hips in a dramatic fashion while making your way over to him, crawling from the end of the bed up towards his waiting lips.

Of course you were going to kiss him, anyone would be crazy not to. His lip ring slightly digging into your lower lip, the stubble of his beard. It was all wonderful, but that was not what you had come onto the bed for. While he attempted to deepen it, you lightly brought up his shirt, pulling it up so that it rested right above his belly button. You then slid your hands under the fabric -

- and gave him a huge shock as your cold fingers rested on top of his abdomen, sending a chill down his body. He squealed, an actual squeal much like the way that teenage girls did over him, and wiggled his way out from under your grip.

“Too much,” He said, pulling the blanket over himself so that you couldn’t do it again. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, but you pulled back from him and sat down next to him.

“Couldn’t help myself. My hands are still freezing,” You held out your hands, fingers splayed, so he could see the redness. After a couple more seconds, he took pity on you, and rubbed your hands between his. It definitely helped.

“When we leave, I’ll go out myself and get the bus driver to pick us up out front,” He said, breathing warm air onto your tender fingers. “Not letting you walk through all that again.”

“Hey, I took on the job of tour manager. I should be able to handle a little snow, shouldn’t I?” You scoffed, looking towards the window which looked out at the Canadian city. As if planned by the almighty, a sturdy wind blew against it, knocking over a chair that was on the balcony. Just seeing that made you feel cold again, but you managed to resist the urge to curl up under the blankets with your man.

But you had a bath that was probably just about full that you were excited to get into. “Come bathe with me,” You said, attempting to entice him. “It’ll be nice and warm.”

“Well now that I’m cold thanks to you,” Davey got to his feet, and started to take off his clothes. He didn’t make it into a show for you, but he never had to. Just the act of slipping a plain henley shirt off of his head was enough to make you nearly start gasping for air. The way that his skin glided over his muscles, you were salivating. He tossed the shirt onto the bed, unbuttoned his pants, then paused, staring at you. “Are you so cold that you’re going in fully dressed?”

“No, of course not,” You said, snapping back into yourself. You went a little faster than Davey did, but you were also more eager for the hot water. That was a wonderful thing about hotels, they usually had a good sized bathtub. And this one looked like it was made for two. You walked back into the bathroom, Davey behind you. The mirror was already steamed up, and the water was a few inches from the top of the porcelain tub. You turned off the water, then noticed there were other setting. You pressed on a button at random and jets started to rumble through the water. “Ooh!” You pushed another button, and some sort of soap came out of a spout. It mixed with the water, and fueled by the jets, became frothy. “We gotta get one of these.”

“Why not just an outdoor hot tub?” Davey questioned, sticking his foot into the water. You nodded in agreement, since your home was so much warmer than this place. Having it outside was a pleasant idea.

Once Davey got settled, you got in yourself. You relaxed against one side of the tub, while Davey was at the other. The spout was against the wall, toward the middle of the tub, so you could both stretch out a bit without worrying about knocking your head off of metal. It felt like pure heaven.

Davey turned to get one of the washcloths from the towel rack, heated thank the Lord, and you caught sight once more of the large tattooed wings that were on his back. You sunk a little lower, your feet at Davey’s hips, and rubbed up against his skin. “Hmmm...” You said outloud. He turned around and soaked the cloth under the water. “If only we could use those wings of yours to go somewhere warm for the night.”

“Unfortunately, they’re only makeshift,” He said, alluding to one of his older songs. You smiled at the reference, then that smile got even bigger as he pulled your feet closer to him and started to rub them beneath the water. “It won’t be too long until we’re back in California.”

“I miss home but I was thinking something like Hawaii,” You said, relishing the feeling of his hands on your skin. “And something that isn’t work. Though I do love this job ... shit, I still have to make those calls.”

“They can wait. You need to relax.” He hit a tender spot on your foot, and you winced. He was more gentle after that, more loving, making his way up your ankles and your calves.

“You got it, boss,” You said with a grin. Technically, you worked for the record label, and not for the band themselves. But you were supposed to take care of their needs. And if Davey needed you to relax, and to let him massage you in this very warm and bubbly bath, well, it was your job.

Best job in the whole world, you had to say.

#Davey Havok #Davey Havok x reader #Davey Havok oneshot #AFI #AFI oneshot #x reader #oneshot #one shot #request #daveyh

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years ago

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Hello love!

Can I please request some wholesome cuddles with a papa or a ghoul or both?? Dealers choice!! It’s winter here atm so I’m feeling very cozy under all my quilts on the bed 🥰

Thank you!!

Of course you can Ghestie!🎃

I'm nostalgic for Fall cuddles and Halloween so Halloween in August it is!!!!

Also read here on AO3!

As always open for asks, requests, and commissions on the heart mug site!

If I haven’t gotten to your ask know I am working on it!!!!

Candy Wrappers

“God that mask is so unnerving.” Sister Ren said, grabbing another snickers from the bowl. Copia, nodding his head in agreement as he licked some residual chocolate from his fingertips. If it were up to him they would stay up all night and watch the classics. Poltergeist, The Exorcist, The Omen, so many horror gems he could muster from his collection.

“Then we don't have to watch—” Copia began, pausing the movie. Sister Ren, was becoming aggravated with Cumulus’s whining and the continued stopping and starting of the film.

It really isn’t that big of a deal if we can’t watch this particular movie, she thought to herself and then she remember something—a peace offering

“Oh Ren, thank you.” the ghoulette beamed, throwing her arms around the sister, tail wagging behind her–tickling Copia’s nose.

“Geez Cumulus don’t get too crazy over it, it’s just some candy.” Sister Ren said, Cumulus hugging her a bit too tightly.

“Oh sorry.” Cumulus said letting her go and realizing that Ren did care after all. The lights flickered off again.

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booyah! (emphasis on the boo)

TOUR GUIDE GARRETT: Now, I'm gonna tell you something a little spooky. The morning of October 25, 1894, Sir Aldridge awoke furious when his breakfast was not waiting for him. So, he called to his servants, but none of them responded. Why? Because, during the night, one by one they had each been stabbed to death in their sleep. It was later discovered that they were murdered by his eldest daughter, Gertrude Aldridge. Sir Aldridge once wrote in his diary, 'I know God makes no mistakes, but I believe he may have been drunk when he built Gertrude's personality.'

-ghostbusters, 2016

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warnings: recreational drinking, mention of homophobia, murder mention, absolute fucking disaster gays, claustrophobia maybe (stuck in a closet while anxious, not specifically because of the closet)

pairings: logicality, eventual prinxiety

words: 2,244

notes: so, this is for the 13 days of halloween prompt over at @sanderssidescelebrations! today’s prompt is ghost hunting! i am essentially rewriting a premise i once wrote in an old fic of mine, so. here we go. let’s see how my writing stacks up a couple years apart.

They’re all drunk on shitty wine for one of their intermittent wine-and-whine nights when Virgil brings up his haunted apartment.

When Virgil says it, Logan heaves a massive sigh from where he’s got his head pillowed on Patton’s lap, where Patton’s playing with his hair—Logan swings between sleepy drunk and ranty, rambly drunk, and he’s landed on sleepy tonight—and grumbles, “Ghosts aren’t real.”

“Now, Logan, let’s hear him out,” Patton says. “Virgil is, after all, one of our best friends in the whole wide world who should be cherished and loved because he is one of the bestest little boys.”

Patton, on the other hand, solidly embodies the whole “cuddly-complimentary-drunk-girl-in-the-bathroom” stereotype.

“Yeah, yeah, I wanna hear this,” Roman says, from where he’s sprawled out on Virgil’s rug, grinning loose and easy, making Virgil’s stomach flip-flop. “You’ve been living here, what, a year, and you’re just now talking about how it’s haunted?”

“I know,” Virgil says, “I know, I know, but—but I basically have proof, this time, all the other stuff seemed, y’know—creaking furniture and things not being exactly where I remember and whispers in the night, that kind of thing.”

“Proof,” Logan sighs, and rolls his eyes. “All right. What proof is there.”

“It locked me in a closet.”

There’s a brief, thoughtful pause.

“So, like, the ghost is homophobic?” Roman says. Patton nearly snorts wine out of his nose as Virgil feels his face heat—well, even warmer than he already is, from the alcohol—and he sets down the novelty Thanos-glove-themed cup of wine with a thunk.

“I mean, probably!” Virgil says heatedly. “If you look at, like, all of historic times—”

“Homophobia was fairly frequent, yes,” Logan says, musingly. “But it’s not as if you’ve particularly shown off homosexual activity in this apartment.”

Roman starts laughing so hard he nearly falls off the couch, and Virgil fights the urge to chuck a pillow at either Logan or Roman.

“You didn’t have to at him like that, L, oh my God,” Roman says, and snorts, giggling still, and Virgil wishes that it didn’t practically melt away all of Virgil’s irritation at him—it does heighten the embarrassment, though, because he’s been single because he’s been hopelessly pining over Roman.

Logan glances up at Patton, confused, and Patton explains, “It kind of sounded like you were saying there wasn’t much reason for a haunting because Virgil’s been single for so long, honeybear.”

“Thanks,” Virgil grumbles. “All of you, great, thanks so much, I’m painfully single, we get it, can we get back to the ghost that’s bullying me into going back into the closet and managed to trap me there for two hours—”

“Two hours?!” Roman exclaims. “You were stuck for two hours and you didn’t, like, slam your body into it until it flew off its hinges or something?!”

“I tried, but it wouldn’t budge,” Virgil says. “It swung open again after I, like, learned my lesson, or whatever, and then I spent all of last night not able to sleep and with all the lights on and now I’m wondering if I’m going crazy.”

“So that’s why you called for a wine-and-whine night,” Patton says, which is mostly true. He’d been planning on calling one because he’s going grocery shopping sometime this week and he wanted to clear out the remaining dregs of his bottles of three-dollar wine now before he goes and gets new, unopened bottles, but it’s been rushed up the line because Virgil’s hands won’t stop shaking and he can’t really look too closely at the closet that he’s got propped open through all the means he could think of, and sage burned, and he’d been researching the paranormal all day, which made him even more anxious. So he just says—

“Yeah,” Virgil says. “Just in case something else happens.”

And nothing else does—well, Logan falls asleep pretty quickly after that, and Patton goes on a tooth-rottingly sweet ramble about how much he loves them all and how much better his life has been since they all came into it and how he thinks Logan is The One for him and he’s so grateful they’ve all been with him on this life journey, and Roman wraps an arm around Virgil’s shoulders and leans his cheek against Virgil’s hair and lets out this soft, content sigh that makes Virgil kind of absurdly happy—but ghost-wise, nothing happens.

At least, not until a couple weeks later.

They’re all at Virgil’s apartment again—this time, they’re all doing separate work time, Patton settled under Logan’s arm as Logan read a book and as Patton flipped through a notecard set, and Roman with a script strewn about the floor, Virgil taking notes on a reading he has to do—when there’s a loud noise. Virgil freezes.

There’s another noise—like someone slamming their fists against the floor. Like someone trapped underneath, trying to get out.

Roman glances up from his script. “What was that?”

“Gertrude,” Virgil says through a dry mouth.

“Gertrude?” Patton says, curious.

“The ghost.”

Logan scoffs.

“It’s not funny, Logan, I’m being serious,” Virgil says, and decides fuck it and then digs out his printed-off pages of research. “There used to be a manor here and this lady named Gertrude Aldridge apparently killed all the family’s servants and then her dad locked her in the basement to spare the family public humiliation and she died down there, so—“

Roman makes an interested noise, reaching for the folder, and Virgil hands it over. Roman’s a big fan of true crime and ghost stories and also Buzzfeed Unsolved, so he really probably should have roped Roman into this earlier. Also, ghost research wasn’t even the most pathetic excuse he’d tried to use in order to spend time with Roman alone, he really should have used it.

“So you think Gertrude,” Logan says, voice dripping with disdain, “is going to... kill you.”

“Well, now I am.”

Logan heaves a massive sigh, and sets aside his book. “Look, Virgil, I can understand that you are anxious, and I can understand the popular narrative of ghost stories offering a simple explanation for various noises and occurrences, though there are dozens more logical explanations for—”

He’s cut off by a distant, feminine howl of outrage.

Logan pauses, before he says, “Your neighbor.”

Logan’s book then proceeds to pick itself up and throw itself from his hands.

Logan looks on the verge of saying still not a ghost, but Roman howls “holy SHIT!” before he can, nearly falling backward off the couch in his quest to scramble away, grabbing Virgil’s hand and tugging him back before planting himself in front of him, arms spread wide, like he’s guarding Virgil, like he’s shielding him, and if Virgil wasn’t so scared shitless right now he’d think it was noble or sweet or something, but as it is, Virgil’s legs are trembling underneath him and he distantly, hysterically, imagines himself swooning into Roman’s arms like some kind of southern belle.

And then the floor starts rumbling, and then Roman grabs Virgil’s hand, and Patton yelps, and Logan grabs Patton—Logan shoves Patton down and rolls underneath Virgil’s dinner table—and Roman hauls Virgil closer to his bedroom, and before Virgil can say wait, don’t—

—the door swung shut behind them, and, in the dark, Roman said, “Ah.”

“We’re trapped,” Virgil said. “In my closet. Again.”

“Well,” Roman said, breath a warm puff against Virgil’s neck, “It’s my first time being trapped in your closet.”

Virgil giggles, a bit hysterical because the fucking ghost started shaking his whole apartment, and Roman huffs out a laugh, and Virgil can feel the hot air on his neck, and wow that sure was a strange mix of emotions, adrenaline and fear and a hint of embarrassment at being so close that he can feel Roman’s fucking breath on his neck and a twinge of heat deep in his stomach.

“So,” Roman said, and swallowed audibly. “Should I try slamming against the door?”

Virgil shuffled aside as much as he could, stepping on a pile of what’s probably dirty laundry and trying not to trip directly into Roman as he wobbled for balance. “Sure.”

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

That repeated a few times, before there was a voice outside the room. “Roman? Virgil?”

“Hey, Logan,” Virgil called, trying not to wince.

“Your closet again?!” Logan said, exasperated.

“It’s not like we chose this, Ego-ist Spengler!” Roman snapped.

There’s the sound of someone trying the handle, then someone more enthusiastically trying the handle, then a huff.

“It’s stuck.”

“Yeah, Logan, we know,” Virgil said.

“Is that them?” Patton’s voice sounded.

“Yeah, it’s us,” Roman said.

“I think I’m going to go find some kind of toolkit,” Logan said decisively. “Virgil, do you have one?”

“One, a toolkit won’t work against a ghost, two, no, what do I look like, Bob the Builder?” Virgil snapped, and Roman snorted—he must have been equally pressed against the other wall of the closet, so that they’re as far apart as they can be.

Logan sighed, irritated, and said, “Well, you should have one. Do either of you have your phones?”

“I’ve got mine,” Roman said.

“Fine. Virgil, where are your keys?”

“You’re leaving?!” Virgil demanded.

“Yes, to procure the tools necessary to free you,” Logan said.

“At this point, you should maybe take the door off the hinges, kiddo,” Patton suggested.

“That won’t work against a—! You know what, fine, yeah, go, my keys are on the kitchen table.”

“Patton and I will be back shortly,” Logan announced. “I’ll ask your neighbors first and if we have to visit a store, I’ll text.”

There’s the sound of footsteps, and the even more distant sound of Virgil’s front door closing.

There’s a long pause.

“Well,” Roman said. “We’re stuck here because of your homophobic ghost.”

“Gertrude. Yeah.”

Virgil tried to take in an even, good breath.

“Hey, you okay?” Roman asked, all soft and concerned, and Virgil’s breath hitched as Roman’s hand gently closed around his wrist, fingers grazing delicately along the veins there, the soft skin above them, the tendons standing out stark, and if Virgil’s heart started racing a little faster, well. Roman wouldn’t be able to tell why.

“Fine, mostly,” Virgil said, a little strangled. “Just—y’know. Ghost in my apartment. Even stronger than I thought it was. And now I’m trapped in a closet” with you, my unrequited maybe-love but I haven’t even gotten close to unparsing those feelings and I’m freaking out about enough right now “with no way to really get out, so. I’m just peachy.”

“Right, yeah,” Roman said, still soft, almost uncharacteristically so. “D’you want me to count, or—?”

“Just—“ Virgil said, and swallowed. “Distract me?”

And then Roman does something entirely unexpected.

Roman’s hand slid to cup his cheek, his hand sure and warm, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips against Virgil’s. Virgil’s mouth parted in surprise, and his eyes went wide, but he couldn’t see in this stupidly dark closet, the strip of light from the door only enough to dully illuminate the gold stripes running down Roman’s jacket sleeve. Roman kissed him harder and it felt like finally, finally, and Virgil was grateful now for only that little strip of light as they parted because he was sure he was gaping like an idiot.

“Like that?”

“I,” Virgil said, fumbling, “I—”

“I’ve liked you,” Roman said, stubborn and a little shaky, just around the edges. “I’ve really liked you, for a really long time, and I think you—I think you maybe like me too, or at least I hope you do, and if you don’t this is so embarrassing and I’m gonna spontaneously combust and also never talk to you again just to save you from the—”

Roman couldn’t say anything more, though, because Virgil’s fumblingly grabbed at the lapels of Roman’s jackets and hauled him close, and just like that the kiss went from finally to scorching, Roman biting hard at his lip and Virgil letting out a startled, gasping, embarrassing noise at the sensation of it.

“Fuck that homophobic ghost,” Roman growled. “I’ll show her—”

“Roman, shut up,” Virgil said, sounding closer to a wheeze than anything, and then Roman did shut up, quite tidily and for quite a while, until—

There’s the sound of Virgil’s front door opening, and Virgil pulled back from Roman, who made an incredibly ego-boosting noise when he did, and he attempted to quickly finger-comb his hair into some semblance of array.

Logan’s voice rang out, “One of your neighbors had a toolbox, so we were able to borrow it from them for a bit, if you’ll just—”

“Yeah, yeah, uh, sure,” Virgil called, avoiding the gruffness to his voice as he heard Roman similarly, hastily, making sure that he’s in order, and then the door swings open.

“There we—“

Logan fell silent. Virgil cleared his throat, tugging at his hoodie, making sure it covers any part of his neck that Roman had touched, or kissed, or bit. Logan and Patton looked between them.

“You know, when someone experiences physiological responses related to fear,” Logan said, sounding absolutely exhausted, “people often mislabel those responses, it’s called misattribution of arousal—”

Virgil, cheeks burning, leaned down to grab a t-shirt at random, balling it up and hurling it at Logan.

“It’s not just,” Virgil began heatedly, but then he saw Patton beaming, all gleeful and delighted, and talking about arousal in front of Patton is a bit like talking about arousal in church or something equally awkward and slightly taboo.

“You two,” Patton said, “you two—”

“Yeah, we—yeah,” Roman said, and looked to Virgil. “I mean, we—we are. Yeah?”

“—yeah,” Virgil said, and couldn’t stop his grin. “Yeah.”

“How romantic,” Logan said dryly.

Identically, Roman and Virgil reach out and shove at Logan’s shoulder.

#my post #text #my fic #sanders sides spooky month 2019 #okAY SO THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM THAT WHOLE 1K LIMIT I SET ON MYSELF

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