#i have a great halloween pickup line

[governmentcoverups]

Watching stranger things 2 on Halloween is superior and traditional. Nobody can tell me differently.

[jezabelle9299]

Halloween S.R x Fem!Reader

Overture- You and Spencer are the only ones wearing costumes in the bureau this Halloween, he just got called in for a case, and you're dropping some things off for your roommate (Y/R/N). I want it to be fall so bad, it's 90 degrees where I live and my car does not have A/C. Also reader is a weeping angel from doctor who, which is essentially a creature that while it is being perceived by anyone looks like a statue (Specifically of an angel usually), very freaky, but reader's costume is a little more cutesy. (They're also only in the second iteration of the show, but as far as I'm concerned Spencer and reader are still matching.)

C-Ws- It's all fluff, there's a kiss? Teasing, reader is referred to as a girl, wears makeup, heels, dresses, etc, holding hands, they're like in love almost immediately.

Your roommate forgot the paperwork she needed. Again. This time she called you while you were on your way out the door to your halloween plans, begging you for a stack of files she definitely was not supposed to take home, that were nevertheless on your dining room table. This was far from the first time she’d asked you to bring her something, but it was the first time she said she wouldn’t meet you in the lobby or the coffee shop around the block. She was, in her words, “Chained to her desk”. So she required you to actually check in with security, and bring her files to her desk. The lovely kicker being that you were already in full costume.

She shut down your contesting with the promise of making her amazing pumpkin bread when she got home.So you swallowed your ego as you took one last look in the mirror. Your costume was cute, verging on sexy, but dorky enough to keep it from fully reaching that point. You were a weeping angel from Doctor Who. You were in a short gray dress with a stone pattern, gray tights with accompanying high heels, and gray lace gloves with don’t blink embroidered on them. The look was completed with some small angel wings and makeup that was smokey enough to tow the line between sexy and spooky. 

You walked into the building files in hand, up to the security desk. After picking up your visitor pass, you made your way to the elevators. Safely alone in the silver box, the doors started to close. That is, until someone turns on their side to slide through them. He’s exhausted, after clearly running through the lobby somehow not spilling the coffee in his hand. He was also in costume, giving you huge relief after passing all of the serious suit-clad agents in the lobby.

You smiled at his choice in costume, he was dressed as the 4th doctor, making your costumes kind of match. The doors closed once again and you stood side by side in silence. He was looking at you, almost like he was trying to figure out what you were. You expected this of course, but he clearly watched the show. Until he cleared his throat as you were approaching the 2nd floor. 

“I’m sorry-Hi-sorry I just, I have to ask. Are you… a weeping angel? You smiled at that. He did get it. But you pushed down some of your excitement to make an attempt at a cool headed response.

“I am! I’ll be very disappointed if that was an odd pickup line and not a guess.” His eyes got as big as saucers, and he put his hands out like he was trying to stop a runaway train, still clutching a coffee cup in his right hand, but doing the motion all the same. 

“No!-That’s-It was a guess. It’s a great costume.” 

“Thank you, I like yours too, a doctor dressed as the doctor.” You said that referencing the ID tag hanging from his bag, but he looked.. Skeptical? 

“How did you know I was a doctor?” He was just too cute. He worked at the FBI and couldn’t seem to gather that his name tag was giving him away? You just gave a small giggle and pointed to the plastic. When he looked down confused, he came back up embarrassed. Then the elevator did a final chime as the doors opened to the 5th floor.

“I guess on that note, this is my stop. Will I see you around the building?” He looked hopeful in a way that made you wish the elevator hadn’t stopped just so you could spend a few more minutes with him. That is, until you realized you also needed to get off at this floor. 

“Actually, could you help me? I’m supposed to drop some stuff off for my roommate, but I don’t know where her desk is. It's somewhere on this floor.” 

“Definitely-sure, what’s her name I can-” He was cut off by a man who was the epitome of the phrase ‘Tall, dark, and handsome.’ Not your type, but very classically handsome.

“Well, well, well, pretty boy who did you bring to work?” He reached his hand out to you, but you were busy with some extreme embarrassment, feeling even more out of place than you had in the lobby. The man next to you was’t better, his face reading as exhausted and humiliated. You eventually pulled your mouth shut where it was agape and offered your hand back to him. 

“Im Y/N, I'm actually just dropping some things off for my roommate, Y/R/N. Dr.Reid and I only met in the elevator, just similar tastes in costumes I guess!” Now the embarrassment that was once dawning on your face, dawned on him as he realized his error.

“Apologies for the presumption, I’m Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer.” 

You just couldn’t stop the words that came out next. “No worries, I should be so lucky to accompany Dr.Reid.” Derek raised his eyebrows in a small expression of shock and clapped a now beet red Spencer on the shoulder. 

“Well it was lovely to meet you Y/N, I would love to leave you two to it believe me but we’ve got a case.” You forced yourself to look Spencer in the eye again. 

“It was nice to meet you Derek and you too Dr. Reid.” Derek gave you a smile and a nod as he turned back to head up a small staircase, but Dr. Reid didn’t follow him. 

“You can call me Spencer, Dr. Reid is too formal for someone wearing this silly of a costume.” 

“I happen to like your costume, Spencer. And as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, your boss is staring at us.” you gestured to the dark haired stern man in a suit looking down at you from the door to the conference room. 

“Happy Halloween Spencer, I hope I’ll see you around.” You turned back towards the clusters of desks and started looking for the one your roommate was sitting in. It didn’t take long to find her despite the hustle and bustle still crowding the floor at this late hour. When you spotted her she was fixated on even more paperwork, not noticing you until you approached her desk. 

“Thank you so much, you are my savior. I promise that pumpkin bread is coming your way.” You laughed at the unnecessary seriousness with which she said that. 

“Thank you, and it’s no biggie since I was going out anyway. But I do need to ask you something. Spencer– Dr. Reid, is he single?”

“Wow, you’ve been here 5 minutes and you’ve already found your dork match. I saw him walking with Hotch a second ago, you’re even matching!” She was keeled over and cackling, when you stomped your heeled foot to get her to stop and answer your question. She pretended to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes just to rub salt in the wound. 

“Ok, ok, yes he’s single as far as I know, but I’m not setting you up. If you’d like to do something about your freaky little crush, you can leave a note on his desk.” She pointed to a neatly kept desk, piled high with books on every subject. 

“They have a case, so he’ll probably be out of town for a few days, but he might see it before they leave. No go on, do, and get out of here. I do still have a job to do, and no offense, but you’re kind of making me look ridiculous by association.” She tossed a notepad with a purple pen clipped to it towards you. You grumbled a quick thanks, still annoyed by the dig at your costume. But you jotted down a quick note, hopeful he’d see it sooner rather than later,, because it would be all the more humiliating if he’d forgotten about you before he saw it. 

Spencer, 

I only got to talk to you for a few minutes but I’d like to get to know you more in a place with less costumes and government agents watching over us. Call me if you’d like to go out sometime ♥️ 

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

You drew a small pair of angel wings as a signature, then left it on his desk on your way back to the elevators. 

When Spencer left the round table, with only 30 minutes before he needed to be on the plane he made a beeline to Y/R/N’s desk approaching cautiously with a small wave. 

“Hi– Sorry to bother you, but I was talking to your roommate earlier, and I was wondering–” She cut him off, putting her hand up to stop him in his tracks. 

“I’ll tell you what I told Y/N. I’m not getting involved in this cute freaky little thing you guys have going on. Check your desk, go on your case, thank me later.” He turned back towards his desk, made it about two steps before turning back. This time with a hopeful look on his face.

“What you told her? Did she– Did she ask about me?” Y/R/N just rolled her eyes and refocused on her paperwork. 

“Goodbye Dr.Reid.” She left no room for argument, so he turned back to his desk, later finding your note neatly placed on top of some files. He read it twice, just to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming. He felt like he was in a high school movie, with the prettiest girl passing him a note in class. He was just getting lost in that train of thought, when he saw the rest of the team heading for the elevator bank, ready for the case. He’d gotten so distracted mooning over your note, he’d run out of time to change. He’d have to make his best attempt to get into his regular clothes in the small airplane bathroom.

It was a fast case, a spree killer in Georgia they were able to catch by sunrise the next day. He’d re-read your note maybe 20 times in less than 12 hours, even though he remembered every word, garnering significantly more teasing from Derek, along with the rest of the team after he caught them up. He could tell they were all happy for him though, despite the teasing. 

When they landed back in Quantico he swiftly deboarded the plane, and headed home paperwork in hand, to be done later. He’d typically do it at his desk, but he wanted to call you with minimal chance for interruption.

It was barely 6am. It was your day off, and your phone was still ringing. Normally you’d check and see if you could ignore it, but you couldn’t even gather the energy to look before answering. Luckily you didn’t drink last night, so you weren’t hungover, but even without that added layer of discomfort you were not in the mood to be up and talking to people. So you grumbled a dreary hello into the line, eyes still closed. 

“Hey– Hi, I’m sorry, I woke you up.I just– we just got back from that case and I wanted to know if you wanted to..go out? Tonight? If you don’t have other plans, that is.” You perked up at the sound of his voice, and fully shot up in your bed when he asked you out. You weren’t tired anymore. 

“I’d love to! I actually have tickets to this  re-showing of the original Frankenstein, if you'd like to go with me?” You could hear a shaky exhale coming from his side of the line. 

“That sounds great! What time should I pick you up?”

“8 o’clock would be perfect.”

“Awesome–I’ll uh, I’ll see you then.” 

“Ok, bye Spencer. Now go get some rest? I’m assuming you haven’t slept yet?” You were sure he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“You would be correct. I’ll do that, and I’ll see you tonight?” You said your goodbyes, hung up, and squealed into your pillows. You were up for good now, but luckily that gave you more time to plan. You wandered to the kitchen to make your roommate some of the expensive coffee you usually saved for special occasions as a bribe for her to break her silence about Spencer. She told you he was a literal genius, a fact that did not help your nervousness. She also told you he was a behavioral analyst, that he didn’t like touch, and that he was from Vegas. That was all she’d tell you before heading out the door a half hour early, while denying any further questions. 

Then you threw on some sweats, removed the last bit of makeup that was clinging on from the night before and headed out the door. You got another coffee, before picking up some of the things you needed around the house, in addition to things that would help you feel ready for your date. You’d gone on a few, but not enough to feel like you knew what to expect, and you were usually focused on making sure the person you were out with didn’t think you were dorky or weird, but that was kind of out the window already. 

You were already supposed to go to lunch with some of your friends, so you chose to ask their advice. They were the only people you could really trust with that sort of thing, but that didn’t stop you from immediately looking up every trashy advice column you could find online, most of which were filled with categorically horrible advice, but it was a great way to kill time. 

Once it was all said and done, you decided to start getting ready 3 hours early, taking a long shower, spending almost a half hour getting your eyeliner to be perfectly even, instead of the sort-of even you usually settled for. You threw on a comfortable skirt, with a form fitting sweater and some matching boots to keep you warm in the cold theater. Ultimately you were glad you got ready early, as it was still 10 till 8 when Spencer was knocking on your door. He looked petrified. In a good way?

“Wow– you look, wow. I’m–uh sorry I’m so early. I was just–really excited for this.” You smiled, and gave yourself a little internal high five that you picked the right outfit. 

“It’s ok, I’m really excited too.” Then you gave yourself a second to really look at him, no costumes this time. His hair was different–good different. He was dressed really nice too, in a polka dot button up, with a purple sweater vest, and a black tie tucked into it crooked. At first he was staring back at you, studying you as you were him, until some insecurity crept onto both of your faces at the close observation. You straightened your posture as much as you could, and asked if he was ready. When he gave a shaky exhale and a resounding yes, he walked you from your apartment door with a hesitant, almost hovering touch on your lower back before arriving at his car, only removing his hand as he opened the door for you. 

He played classical music, and you talked about your days, his case, and your Halloween plans from the previous evening. When you arrived at the theater his hand once again found your lower back, until you got in the concessions line, when he dropped it to brush your wrist before looking to your face. 

“Is this…alright?” He moved closer to clasp your hands together as you smiled up at him. 

“It’s more than ok, although I am kind of surprised.” You maintained your smile so he would know it wasn’t nervousness or reluctance, but confusion painted his face at the perceived contradiction. 

“Y/R/N said that you weren’t a big fan of touch with people you don’t know very well.” 

“She said that?”

Oh. I guess that’s not something someone would say out of the blue. 

“Yeah I sort of–asked about you. Is that too weird?” He blushed at that and a little of your anxiety dissipated. 

“I don’t think it’s weird, I tried to ask her about you but she sent me away so I could find your note. Which was definitely better, by the way.” The idea of him liking your note sent you into the stratosphere. 

“She wouldn’t tell me anything about you either at first, which is why I wrote the note. Which I’m glad you liked, I was worried it was too dorky. But I got her to tell me a little bit about you by bribing her with coffee this morning.” He laughed a little at that, and you realized how easy it was with him. I mean not that you were particularly experienced, but you were certain they weren’t usually this natural. You were pulled from spiraling into that train of thought when you realized there was only one person ahead of you in line, and Spencer spoke. 

“What would you like? I think they have most of the regular snack and candy things, but they might have real food if you’re hungry. I’ve never actually been to this theater before, I didn’t know they did re-showings here.”

“Me neither, I only found out about this because I saw something for it online. But a cherry coke would be great. And if you’re sure you don’t mind my germs we could share some popcorn?” 

“Popcorn sounds great.” And without a second thought he kissed your hands where they were laced together. He was just about to horrifiedly ask you if he took it too far, when you giggled and smiled like there was nowhere else you’d rather be, and no one else you’d rather be with. Truthfully there wasn’t.

You got your concessions from the apathetic teenager behind the counter, and quickly found your seats in the back of the theater. You’d gotten there well before the movie started, so Spencer told you all of the fun facts he could think of. And as shocked as you were that he knew them, he was even more surprised he’d found someone to listen to them. 

After sitting in one spot for so long, you were starting to feel the exhaustion from this morning creep back in. Emboldened by the fact your hands were still clasped, you decided to lay your head against his arm. His button-up was surprisingly soft and you had to fight the urge to fully rest the side of your face on him, in an effort to not get makeup on his mostly-white shirt. He relaxed into your touch immediately, giving you the validation you needed that it was ok. 

When you left the theater, and climbed into his car once again, you talked, but the conversation was decidedly less nervous. You talked about your friends, your job, and your family, and he talked about the coworkers he loved as family. When you arrived back at home he walked you to the door. Had it been anyone else you would have assumed that was a ploy to stay the night, but you felt like you’d known Spencer much longer than you had, and were certain that was not why. So you let him, and when you reached the door, his hand finding yours once again, he pulled you in for the best first kiss. 

His lips were a little bit chapped, you’d seen him biting his inner lip a few times when he got especially bashful, so you kind of expected it, but his hands found your face, and his touch was so reassuring it melted all of your nerves away. When he pulled away, you were both beet red and smiling. 

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that, as long as you don’t have to go away for work.” You were on cloud nine, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for a second date to happen tomorrow, his work schedule was unpredictable, and you wanted to be as prepared for that as possible.

“Dear god, I hope not. Tomorrow already feels far away. I’ll make reservations and I’ll take you to dinner? When would be an alright time to pick you up?” You wouldn’t usually like someone offering to drive you twice in a row, but Spencer didn’t even sound like he was offering, it was just a given. 

“I get off work at 6, so I could be ready at 7?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Goodnight Y/N” And with that he placed another kiss on your hand as you said goodnight, before he let go, and headed back to the parking lot. 

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

(Sorry for being late... I fell asleep while in pain from a likely ankle sprain from couple weeks ago.)

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

We’ve heard that the Horrible-Scopes have been a bit mean spirited over the last few months. Well, far be it from us to continue down that dark path. So this week you’re all getting a randomly generated compliment! Because, you know… we can’t be bothered to think up something more personal for you right now. 

Aries 

Have you ever been told, “You light up the room”? You should, because you do! Your smile is a thing of chromatic perfection with teeth so white they rival the Cliffs of Dover. So This Week… Stop drinking coffee through a straw so you don’t stain your teeth. Enjoy the taste, finally.

Taurus 

We had a whole thing written up for you, Gemini’s item, actually… but the Background Music switched to “How Deep Is Your Love” by the Bee Gees, and NOW we have no choice but to mock your musical tastes. Your music collection is SO OLD… it was recorded in PORTRAIT MODE! So This Week… Get your Polyester White “Saturday Night Fever” Suit out of storage and dry cleaned. It’s only Six Months until Halloween.

Gemini  

Being told, “you’re more helpful than you realize” is a compliment we’re betting you don’t want to hear. It means that who you are and what you do means more than anything you have to say. No one’s interested in your opinions or knowledge on a subject, but you’re still educating people passively. So This Week… Remember the old adage: Some People’s Best Use Is As A Bad Example For Others To Learn From. 

Cancer Moon-Child 

Well, this gets to be interesting for a number of reasons. Your compliment is, “Is that your picture next to “charming” in the dictionary?” Here’s the interesting part; literally NOBODY would use that line on you. Not even as a pickup line at a bar. So This Week… Have an illustrated dictionary built with your picture as the example for “Charming” and keep it with you at all times. Maybe, JUST maybe, one of these days, you’ll be able to say, “Why, Yes I AM” and show them.

Leo 

This might be a compliment, but we’re going to expect it to be more creepy in reception: “You smell really good.” There’s only two times you should ever hear that expression. First, if you intentionally put on a specific perfume or cologne that you know someone actually likes. The other is if you’re in a commercial for Old Spice and your name is Isaiah Mustafa! So This Week… Try being more like Isaiah and less like his horse. He looked GREAT at 36 years old, huh? …ISAIAH! Not the horse!

Virgo 

Looks like you’re getting an actual compliment. “You should be thanked more often. So thank you!!” You know what, we’re not taking this one away from you, Virgo. Enjoy it! So This Week… We challenge you to figure out what it was that deserved a Thank You for. Try not to lose any sleep over it.    

Libra

Now, there’s a few ways to go after this one, and we bet you wouldn’t expect this one to be wholesome. Your compliment is, ”when you make a mistake, you fix it.” There’s an old story about how a carpenter wanted an apprentice in his shop, but turned away someone who said they never made a mistake. The rationale was that when you DO make a mistake, you wouldn’t know how to fix it, so he chose a less-perfect person instead. So This Week… Remember - if you’re spending less time cleaning up mistakes than making them, you’re succeeding.  

Scorpio 

This compliment is a little weird for us too. Listen to this one, “you’re great at figuring stuff out.” There’s a few ways of taking this one and we’ll give you both of them. In a positive light it means you’ve got enough Bird’s-Eye-View knowledge that you’re able to extrapolate correct conclusions more times than not. That’s a pretty admirable quality in a person. So This Week… Remember the OTHER possible meaning - that you’ve got no practical information about things, but you guess right more often than not. Congratulations, you’re Two-Face’s Lucky Coin.

Sagittarius 

We’re not pulling any punches on this one. Your compliment is, “in high school I bet you were voted Most Likely To Keep Being Awesome.” Are you still “Awesome”? Well, actually. YES! Yes you are! So This Week… Do you know how old you have to be to have been voted Most Likely To Keep Being Awesome in HIGH SCHOOL! You are OLD! Start taking One-A-Day Silver Multivitamins.

Capricorn 

We know you have imposter syndrome, so this one’s gunna hurt. Your compliment is, “I bet you do the crossword puzzle in ink.” The reason you do is because you think about those clues for so long you almost forget to take the dog out for her walk. So This Week… You are NOT Will Shortz. Stop showing off.

Aquarius 

“On a scale from 1 to 10… YOU are an 11!” Oh, just… BrAvO, aQuArIuS. The only time we’ve ever heard this one was in conjunction with “Spinal Tap”... the BAND, not the medical procedure. So This Week… Don’t learn to be a drummer for a Spinal Tap Tribute Band. Yes, we’re actually looking out for you this time.

Pisces  

If we could type out the sound of a “Head-Desk” and pronounce it, we’d put that sound right here. Your compliment is, “You're someone's reason to smile!” Well, that’s just perfect because you might have never heard this next expression either. So This Week… look up what the expression, “Sideways Smile” refers to and put those two expressions together. And if you don’t like it, you can kiss our ass.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[rose-pearls]

Dating the Stranger Things boys would include... (Steve, Eddie, Jonathan & Billy)

The Stranger Things boys are incredible so here is what would happen if you dated them!

Dating Steve Harrington would include:

This man would probably do anything for you, fighting Russians or going to the mall he is ready

If you met him in high school, he was in his King Steve time, but you learned to know him better and the boy behind the title

If you met him after high school, you would have the mama bear of the party!

Be ready to babysit or hangout with the kids because they became a big part of Steve’s life

He would at least take 1 hour in the bathroom for his hair and would claim it wasn’t that long!

He would give you free samples of ice cream or even just any ice cream you want on the house

Having movie nights with him and Robin and most of the time have the party crashing it

Him and Dustin have a day in the week where they go do something just the two of them 

Would have a planning with Eddie about who has Dustin and when

He would take you to the drive-in or to picknicks near lover’s lake 

After the Halloween party Steve didn’t enjoy drinking anymore so if you go to a party, he will probably not drink any alcohol

(Also, in case the kids need him, and he must go rescue them)

I have a feeling he needs reassurance particularly after Nancy said their relationship was bullshit

Has probably the funniest bed hair ever

Loves his morning cuddles and will stay in bed for hours cuddling 

Has difficulty opening up but when he does, he knows he can trust you

Que to dancing in the middle of the night in the refrigerator light

(this man loves Taylor Swift and you know it)

Doesn’t really go in the swimming pool after what happened to Barb but he will often sit in the garden with you to watch the stars

Loves holding you and knowing that you are there

Cooking together and hosting dinners with the party and sometimes their parents

Being there for each other through the nightmares or difficult times

Staying in Hawkins near the party and having your 6 little nuggets together

(I have a feeling Steve would be a great teacher, so I see him teaching in middle school or high school)

Looks like he could kill you (during his King Steve time) but is a cinnamon roll

Dating Eddie Munson would include:

This man would use so many nicknames so be ready for it

He is confident but would become a blubbering mess when you’re there

Seeing you in his Hellfire club shirt would make him lose his mind

He is someone who needs a lot of love and is touch starved

Loves cuddling in bed with you passing your hand through his hair

Will make you blush on purpose by saying the cringiest pickup lines 

After the upside down he needs time to recover and to open up

Is scared to lose you because he thinks you deserve better 

(Which is totally untrue that boy is amazing and deserves the world)

Would take you on dates but refusing to let you pay anything

I can see him working in a music store and you coming to see him during his lunchbreak 

He is very close with Dustin and probably has a planner with Steve about where and with who Dustin is

Loves Hellfire club because they are like his family

Takes time to open up about his family and will try to be the best father to your kids

(Eddie Munson as a dad needs a fanfic on its own)

Would love to discover new things with you 

He likes taking pictures of you alone, you two together or pictures of the party

You two would get an apartment but maybe not in Hawkins maybe somewhere else

If you can play D&D he will fall in love in an instance and try to trick you during a game

If you can’t play it, he would take his time to teach you and enjoy having this extra time with you

You two going to annoy Steve and Robin while they are working is a weekly thing

I have a feeling he loves being the little spoon just to have you close to him and feel safe

Looks like he could kill but is a total cinnamon roll

Dating Jonathan Byers would include:

This man is probably shy unlike Steve or Eddie, but he is a total sweetheart once you get to know him

He is very protective of his family, the most of Will

He sometimes needs to keep himself busy so that he can try and forget the nightmares of the upside down

Most of the time that doesn’t work out and he comes to you for comfort 

He isn’t really into PDA but when you are both alone, he will stay close to you

He likes taking pictures and keeping the memories

Will probably make a lot of albums full of pictures

For dates he prefers just to stay at home or to watch a movie at home

He prefers to just spend time with you than doing something fancy

Makes a lot of pictures of you to keep with him when you are not there

Joyce is an angel and adopts you directly into the family

Family dinners with Hopper, Will, Joyce and Eleven

He takes time to share his pain and becoming vulnerable but that is partly because of his father

Looks like a cinnamon roll is a cinnamon roll (could kill you if you hurt his family or friends)

Doesn’t have a lot of friends but he is incredibly close to the ones he has

I have a feeling he became closer to Steve after everything and sometimes go to drink a beer together

Would get a house close in Hawkins to be close to Will and his mother

Would be scared to be a bad father or not be sure if he wants kids but eventually has two kids 

Loves spending time together just the two of you 

Doesn’t use a lot of nicknames

He would love to work in photography later if he can

If you ever get married get ready for a slide of pictures of the both of you

Dating Billy Hargrove would include:

This man is the biggest flirt but also the most problematic one

He has a big ego but when it comes to you, he would most likely become insecure

Uses a lot of nicknames

He loves PDA and will show you off to everyone

Would try to become a better person but it’s not always easy

You must be patient with him and be there for him

He doesn’t want you to come to his house to protect you from Neil 

Loves to make you laugh and see you relaxed with him

Has a strange relationship with Max

Likes you playing with his hair

Takes a long time getting ready but denies it if you ever bring it up

Would take you to California and tell you about his childhood

Fears not being enough for you

Is also scared to be a bad father to your children

You would go live in California where Billy is the happiest

If you get married, he will tease you during the wedding 

I can see him become a surf instructor and coming home every night smelling like the sea

Loves going to the beach with you and look at the stars at night

Can become cocky and two seconds later insecure

Will have nightmares after the mall incident but you are there for each other

If you have kids, he will love to teach them how to surf and how to play basketball

Rolling your eyes when you see the mothers of Hawkins at the pool drooling over him

Looks like he could kill you and could kill you (but is deep-down under all the hurt a cinnamon roll)

[mellowshipsu]

Hi im here for the ship thing and this is how is would describe myself.

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual (tho leans towards males)

Personality: I don't talk to people I don't know usually and can seem shy but once I get to know them a can be talkative and a little bit loud. I don't really hate people unless they give me a reason too. I don't get annoyed or mad easily. I make dark jokes most of the time they're directed to myself. I try to be supportive of my friends but if I know what they're doing is stupid than I will call them out on it. I'm really into the emo style. I do suffer from anxiety and depression, I also am touch starved (tho I will never ask for physical attention, the other person will have to do it first for me to return it probably it depends on how close i am to them). I have anger issues but they usually only get bad if I don't get enough sleep (which doesn't happen often). I'm usually the most responsible one out of my siblings and like to keep my grades up most of the time (i suck at math).

Hobbies: reading, drawing, watching anime/tv shows, writing, painting, going on late night drives, witch craft stuff and going on walks.

Likes: anime, art, music, nightmare before Christmas, harry potter, the colors black and purple also green alot, scented things, candles, Halloween, fall weather, animals, and fuzzy blankets.

Dislikes: spiders, liar's, blend food, and people who can't clean up after themselves.

Thank you!!❤❤

A young man you caught the eyes of.

Almost like you were sent from the heavens above.

He was a bit shy talking to you.

But his love for you grew and grew.

He's always there with nice blankets, always at arms reach.

He's your little admirer---

Jade Leech!

(image source: unknown)

What an interesting person you were. Jade gazed upon you from afar, he thought you were rather cute. With your shy demeanor in class but so rowdy and hyper with your friends. Oh, he wishes you could talk to him enthusiastically like that. He approached you a few times, but you were so wary of him. Guess you heard the rumors of his work with Azul. How unfortunate. Determined to talk to you, he pulled Ace and Deuce on the side. The two freshmen were scared out of their minds, but Jade reassured them they were not in trouble, in fact he was the one in trouble and needed their help. He explained that he wanted to earn your affection.

"Huh?" Ace said.

"So you wanna ask her on a date?" Deuce asked.

Jade nodded.

The two looked at each other and sighed. They both know it would be unwise to not help Jade. So they agreed. They took the merman to Heartslabyul and got Cater and Trey's help.

Cater told Jade to dress up like a skater boy, chicks dig skater boys!

#SeeYouLaterBoy

So he put Jade in a long sleeved black shirt, with a large yellow shirt over, black baggy pants, and white shoes. Cater then placed a blue hat backwards on his head. Perfect!

Deuce then gave Jade a bouquet of white roses splattered with paint, it was the ones he failed painting properly. He explained that when asking someone on a date you give them flowers.

Trey then gave him a bag of cookies he had made. Girls tend to like sweets. He advised Jade to tell you they were sweet like her. Girls like cute pickup lines like that.

And Ace gave him a boxset of a cheesy magical girl anime, because you enjoyed anime. The plan was for him to watch the show with you.

Trey and Cater cheered Jade on as Ace and Deuce followed behind. Once they were out of sight Trey said, "This will be a disaster."

"Totally, but we're not the ones who will be in trouble with the merman." Cater added.

The students of NCR looked at Jade baffled, he looked so weird! But Jade smiled happily, if this was to get your attention. Ace and Deuce instructed Jade to stand underneath a tree, so they could fetch you. When they left, he heard the scream of Azul. "Jade!? What in the great sea are you wearing!?" Azul walked up to him.

"I'm dressed for my date." Jade answered simply.

"Date??" Azul said baffled. He looked at him up and down and sighed. He knew better not to question the logic of both Jade and Floyd. Azul simply walked away muttering to himself. Then you arrived with Duece and Ace.

Jade smiled at you and you were wide eyed. What was he wearing?? Ace and Deuce dismissed themselves but watched from behind a bush.

"Good evening. I wanted to ask you on a date." Jade said simply and gave her the gifts, "I brought you flowers severed from the bushes, sweet cookies that taste like you, and an anime set for us to watch. I hope this will suffice?"

Deuce and Ace mentally facepalmed themselves from Jade's delivery, but were stunned to hear your laugh.

"You're so weird!" You said between laughs.

Jade's smile softened, "So... Is that a 'yes'?"

"Sure." You breathed, "You went through all this trouble, so why not?"

Jade eyes seemed to gleam from your response as he offered you his arm, "Very well. I shall escort you to my dorm."

You wrapped your arm around his as the two of you walked away to your cute date.

"I had so much fun with you. I am grateful that you gave someone like me a chance. I hope we can continue our courtship. Fufu."

[watching-pictures-move]

Put on Your Raincoats | Gayracula (Earl, 1983)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Given my interest in two specific genres, horror and pornography, I thought this October / Halloween / Spooky Season / What Have You, it would be a great opportunity to watch a bunch of horror-porn hybrids, and merge the spooky with the sexy. But while in theory these are two great flavours that go great together, let’s say that the results have not been as strong as I’d hoped. The movie I’d enjoyed the most, Friday the 13th: A Nude Beginning, was not especially heavy on the horror side of things, with brief interludes containing dirt cheap horror mise en scene stitching together largely comedic (and not remotely spooky) segments. And the one that’s likely to linger with me the longest, Porno Holocaust, will do so more for auteurist reasons, having been directed by Joe D’Amato, as well as its steadfast refusal to work as an effective example of either genre, failing to generate much eroticism or much fear, aside from a brief jolt of life at the end of the second act. So I’m starting to get a little horror-porned out, and will likely hold off on a number of titles I’d been interested until a later date. That being said, while watching the special features on Severin’s Blu-ray of Night of the Demon, I saw the poster for this movie flash on the screen, and figured I make time for this.

The opening is promising. We get a bunch of monks chanting as they carry a coffin containing a vampire. And then they take him indoors so they can kill him. Rookie mistake, my friends. The vampire bursts out and escapes, and standing in the sunglight, reveals that he was nude except for his cape and his boots. Then we get a flashback, and learn that his name was not actually Gayracula, but Gaylord Young, and that he was sent to the castle of the Marquis de Suede. The Marquis seduced him (or, in the deadpan narration by Gaylord, “he opened his fuckhole”) and turned him into a vampire, and now, two hundred years later, he wants revenge. So we get maybe ten minutes of solid horror-porning (or porno-horroring, whatever). The rest of the movie is a bunch of modern day sex scenes, first between the labourers who transported our hero’s coffin to the US in a pickup truck. Then we go to a disco and there’s more fucking and sucking. Then the hero falls in love with a waiter, which is about as tender as the movie gets. Then we get a scene at a blood bank, where the hero charges in and drinks straight from a blood bag that had been hooked up to a guy’s arm. (The guy reacts: “Unbe-fucking-lievable!”) And then at the end, he reunites with the waiter, and let’s just say that “Love conquers all.” Roll end credits, where the actors pose nude in capes.

As a straight man, I’m not in a habit of watching gay porn, as there’s a cap on how much I can enjoy the sex scenes. The only gay pornos I’ve watched are Passing Strangers and Forbidden Letters by Arthur Bressan Jr., whose sex scenes were quite artfully shot. The ones here I suspect are more in line with the average gay porno of the era, as the visual language of the scenes is pretty close to straight pornos made around the same time. While these didn’t work for me in the usual sense, I did like how the scenes were lit, the darkened backgrounds providing at least a nominal veneer of horror even if the tone was consistently lighthearted. (I could have done without a bit involving steel balls, but as I explained earlier, this is not for me.)

Now, if you’re wondering when the hero got his revenge, the version I watched was like twenty minutes shorter than the runtime I see listed on IMDb. From my understanding, most of the cuts were to plot scenes, so any revenging or further horror elements were excised from the version I saw. Which is a shame, because the movie has some really funny dialogue. Like when the hero surprises the two labourers, and one them asks with a deer-in-the-headlights look, "Uh.... you want some hot fuckhole?" To which he responds, sneering, "Yeah, but I don't like sloppy seconds", and then bites his victim on the ass. So while I liked the story parts, there weren’t enough of them in the version I watched. If a longer cut surfaces, I wouldn’t mind seeing it.

[theunvanquishedzims]

Halloween OPM

theunvanquishedzims: Reverse Nightmare Before Christmas AU? Genos is the Pumpkin King who meticulously works to make sure everything is perfect, to the point where he's personally at a loss of what Halloween is all about anyway. Result is very corporate/artificial-feeling, like that Vulcan birthday party. Today Is The Scary Day. Deep down he's got lots of style but he's afraid to apply it on behalf of the group.

theunvanquishedzims: Or maybe I'm mixing him up with Amai, this feels more Amai sans confidence.

theunvanquishedzims: Dangit, the number one reason I like that AU is because it's one where Saitama actually gets credit and praise for being the greatest, so swapping it (and making Sai the assistant to ANYONE) strips it of its oomph.

theunvanquishedzims: Okay forget I said that. Take two:

theunvanquishedzims: [Biker gangs. Imploded when logic applied]

theunvanquishedzims: Take three: ...models? BZZT

theunvanquishedzims: Take four: Genos as the Labyrinth Goblin King, Saitama as Masquerade Phantom of the Opera. Villain duel!

theunvanquishedzims: The HA threw a Halloween Masquerade and they took it literally

theunvanquishedzims: Amai is seething a tiny bit because it was his idea, he wanted people to take it literally, and at least half the people who showed up are in boring normal Halloween outfits. King is dressed as a BUMBLEBEE for crying out loud. ("Because she's my queen" is his unintentional pickup line.)

theunvanquishedzims: There's some guy who's dressed as Classic Teen Wolf in basketball clothes and sunglasses (Garou.) Mumen showed up as Elliot from E.T. in a red hoodie, with a milk crate strapped to the front of his bike. Amai turned him away at the door and told him not to come back until he was dressed for a masquerade. Later Badd shows up in the exact same outfit with his sister swaddled in the basket and Amai gives up. (It is the exact same outfit, Mumen met Badd on the way home and warned him that Amai was on a tear, and Badd said screw that guy let me borrow your costume. He didn't want to be a unicorn prince anyway.)

theunvanquishedzims: Amai is the Count of Monte Cristo, but the anime version where they made him a vampire or something

theunvanquishedzims: Zombieman is Amai Mask

theunvanquishedzims: It's in that pigtail-pulling stage after they start sleeping together but before they're in a relationship, so he actually put thought and effort into it to annoy Amai, specifically. Makeup, hair, clothes, he really splashed out, but the kicker is the stack of autographed glamor shots he hands out to everyone. Glamor shots of him in Amai makeup, which he signed. Didn't even have the decency to half-ass it and just print a bunch of copies of Amai's last magazine cover, he did his own glamor shoot.

theunvanquishedzims: When Amai confronts him about not being dressed for a masquerade Zombieman quotes an interview he did where he says a true star is dressed for every occasion at all times. Perfect pitch and intonation. People applaud. Amai almost kills him then and there. Then Badd shows up on a bicycle and Amai gives up and goes to the open bar, where he stays and sulks until Genos and Saitama make their grand entrances on the dance floor and staircase, respectively. At least these idiots are taking it seriously.

theunvanquishedzims: There is a 100% chance that Tatsumaki and Fubuki take turns levitating Badd and his sister across the room as they ramp off the grand staircase at different points. It is the best party, everyone has a great time.

batneko: Yesssssss

batneko: This is so good

theunvanquishedzims: One question: sad Mumen and Garou cheers him up, bittersweet Mumen and Garou creeps/goofs on him and cheers him up, or Cinderella Mumen and Garou is so seduced, wow, completely swept off his feet, Mumen's not even trying

batneko: oh man

theunvanquishedzims: I mean I'll tell you about all three if you want

batneko: the "Mumen's not even trying" part really gets me

batneko: but I am always here for options if you want to tell me

theunvanquishedzims: Okay!

theunvanquishedzims: Setting the scene: Mumen was one of the first to get there, because timely and responsible, so Amai still had hope for the evening and was very critical of Mumen's reading skills. Mumen checks his email on his way home and yeah, it does say Masquerade! Whoops, that is entirely on him. He gives Badd the Elliot costume and goes to find an appropriate masquerade-y costume.

theunvanquishedzims: Option 1: It is really hard to find something that meets Amai's standards on Mumen's budget, especially last minute after shops have started closing, especially when he can clearly remember what Amai was wearing. He tries his best, but by the time he gets back the party is three quarters of the way through, he's stressed and tired and not in the mood for partying, and he feels way under dressed in his overpriced rental jester costume.

batneko: :(

theunvanquishedzims: Garou, meanwhile, has had a blast crashing the party. Food, drink, gets to see Bang dressed as the Emperor from Mulan, it's a great party. He was gonna cause some trouble, monster-style, but there's more kids than he expected here, and everyone's having fun, and also that little girl is levitating a bicycle, he doesn't like his chances against a psychic. He grabs a gift bag and bails.

theunvanquishedzims: So Garou has had a great night. Got to dress up, crashed a rich people party, ate some good food, and now he's walking off with a $10k goodie bag.

batneko: yayy

theunvanquishedzims: He is filled with peace and goodwill for all men as he walks away, stomach full and stolen bottles of champagne clinking in his bag. But then he happens across a sad clown, also walking away from the party, but much more dejectedly.

theunvanquishedzims: What, you didn't like the party? he asks. Oh, no, I got turned away at the door, the clown starts, and Garou is halfway down the street yelling I'LL KICK THEIR ASSES before Mumen catches up, little bells on his shoes and hat jingling. He looks and feels ridiculous, especially now that he can see this new guy's costume. Teen Wolf? Teen Wolf got into the party but E.T. got turned away? Not even, because he saw the Insta post where somebody got video of Badd flying around the room on his bike. So it's just Mumen that wasn't good enough to get in.

batneko: oh nooo

batneko: :(((

theunvanquishedzims: To be honest, he is a tiny bit willing to let this guy try to kick ass on his behalf! But he doesn't know who this guy is or where he ranks, and while having friends like Saitama and Genos go to bat against other S-tiers is fine, he won't let someone fight for him when he won't even fight for himself. "It's not worth it," he insists. "The party's almost over, causing a scene won't solve anything, just ruin the mood and make us both look bad."

theunvanquishedzims: It takes a while but he manages to talk Garou down, mostly by distracting him talking about classic movies they both like. Garou goes on a rant about werewolves in media, Mumen laughs at a few of his jokes, they grab some takeout, and wind up back at Mumen's place with a Halloween marathon on in the background as they talk and eat. Garou opens the goodie bag and they have a private Amai roast, because you just know he's responsible for everyone getting silk scarves and designer sunglasses. Product placement, stealth raising everyone's heroic brand, is he TRYING to turn you all into a bunch of idols? What's next, dance lessons?

batneko: aww XD

theunvanquishedzims: Mumen doesn't comment on the "you all" instead of "us." He's still a little melancholy about being bounced, doubly so now that he realizes this guy isn't a hero and likely wasn't invited. But despite that, he's having a nice time. They've opened a bottle of champagne, conversation flows between hero shenanigans and favorite costumes and whatever schlocky special effects are onscreen. Badd stops by to drop off the bicycle and winds up on the couch with them, comparing the normal goodie bags with the personalized S-tier ones that Amai put together. He absolutely agrees that Mumen got done dirty and vows to bring it up at the next meeting. They wind up splitting the goods between the three of them. By the end of the night Mumen has a two new friends, a mild hangover, and some designer sunglasses to keep the headache at bay.

batneko: awwww

theunvanquishedzims: Option 2: Mumen was able to quickly change into a nice suit and mask, but on the way back he ran into trouble. Either mugged himself, or stopped a mugging. Since he doesn't have his bike he's slower about traveling but quicker to join a fight. I'm actually going to say that as a C-class hero he's a more than competent fighter, we just usually see him punching way out of his weight class. Against the average Joe Cool he's a regular Batman. The suit actually adds a lot to his charisma and intimidation factor. It's like if James Bond came strolling into a convenience store in the middle of your holdup

theunvanquishedzims: The problem is, it just keeps happening. A mugging. A holdup. A group of kids being hassled that need rescuing. Some young ladies being hassled that need escorting. Another group of kids trashing a party. Another mugging. Someone's sister fell into a pond. Someone's causing trouble and no one can tell if it's a monster or someone in a costume. That happens like four times. On and on. By the time he gets to the street where the HA party is being held, Mumen's outfit is a wreck, he's exhausted and beat up, and someone just asked him if he's dressed as a zombie groom. He's three hours late and he just knows that if he walks in to see a bunch of other heroes partying the night away he'll say some things that he can't take back. He gives up and starts to head home.

batneko: aw

theunvanquishedzims: Same ending as the first, but this time less goofing and more flirting. Badd is hugely complimentary and apologetic about leaving Mumen out in the metaphorical and literal cold. Mumen gets a hangover, a hot guy's number, and some designer shades.

batneko: hee

theunvanquishedzims: Option 3: Mumen gives over the bike and goes to get into his suit and fancy mask. He realizes that he's slower on foot and will be late, so he calls a cab to take him to the party. Maybe has it pull over to stop one holdup, just a minor delay. Walks in fashionably late, looking like James Bond after a light scuffle, with a slight swagger in his step that you get when you realize that you're on the Best Dressed shortlist. King is wearing a bumblebee costume, for crying out loud.

theunvanquishedzims: (Tatsumaki is disturbed by how into it she is. She just caught herself thinking "He'd be a fun dad" and now she needs ALL the drinks. He called her his queen. She can't believe she's going to sleep with a guy wearing leggings.)

batneko: XDDDDD

theunvanquishedzims: To be fair they're really tight leggings. They don't make them for guys his size. She means height! Height is what she means. Not, y'know, SIZE. Bartender! Another three of these!

batneko: don't do it tatsumaki you're so little

batneko: nobody needs to get alcohol poisoning tonight

theunvanquishedzims: (They're very light on alcohol, the bartender has strict instructions after the murder mystery.) Tatsumaki is drinking, Amai is sulking, Zombieman is handing out autographs, Fubuki just helped Batt ramp off a staircase to sail over the room, Garou is stuffing his face to keep from laughing at Bang's dancing, and in the middle of all this walks Mumen.

theunvanquishedzims: He's hot. That's the only way to describe it. No helmet hair for once, glasses covered by a fancy mask, suit looking sharp and expensive (as befits a mafia prince, you can take that headcanon from my cold dead hands.)

theunvanquishedzims: "Sorry I'm late," he says, strolling by Amai at the bar. "Had to take care of a gunman on the way." Garou is too busy trying not to choke on his mouthful of food to hear what drink the guy order, but he imagines it's a martini, shaken, not stirred. (Not sure which is funnier: Mumen ordering a non-alcoholic drink, Mumen ordering whatever Tatsumaki's drinking and getting a non-alcoholic drink, or Mumen actually ordering a martini but not getting the reference.)

theunvanquishedzims: Like 70% of the people present don't recognize him. If they get close enough to notice the glasses behind the mask, yeah, but from a polite distance he could pass for one of the better-looking members of Fubuki's Blizzard group.

theunvanquishedzims: He's feeling a little put-out, being sent home to change when half the attendees are wearing regular Halloween costumes. Saitama and Genos haven't made their grand entrance yet so it's still got an edge of office party vibe. Mumen looks at his options and pointedly chooses the werewolf in basketball clothes to ask for a dance. Amai likely does not notice, but it's the thought that counts. The small, petty, mean-spirited thought.

batneko: heeeee

theunvanquishedzims: Garou might actually die. He almost choked on amuse-bouche, someone handed him a drink to clear his throat and it DEFINITELY wasn't water, and just as he's finished coughing the hot guy is standing in front of him asking for a dance. He is so glad he's wearing sunglasses. And that he went full furry, because he doesn't think he could escape Bang's notice with his normal hair, but in a baggy gym uniform with a brown wig and hair glued to his face he can kind of pass for someone normal, or at least someone who hasn't trained their body to be a weapon.

batneko: aw, baby

theunvanquishedzims: Garou is mentally off-balance and busy trying to avoid Bang, so Mumen has plenty of time to think of witty things to say as he leads the dance. He's not sure who this young man is under the costume but wow, that is a lot of muscle under the jersey. Very broad shoulders. Cool glasses.

theunvanquishedzims: Basically Mumen is operating at 100% and Garou is lagging at about 50%, which means Mumen comes across as suave and capable and Garou seems more than a little starstruck. Mumen adjusts their dancing to fit Genos's entrance as the Goblin King presiding over the masquerade dance, and when the song suddenly switches to Phantom and Saitama makes his entrance in red suit to join him on the dance floor, people are getting more in the masquerade spirit. Even Amai has left off sulking to join the dancers. King and Tatsumaki have vanished, Badd has parked the bike and gotten his sister some snacks. The whole joint feels 3000% classier as they waltz.

theunvanquishedzims: Garou is wearing basketball sneakers and saggy gym shorts and he's waltzing with James Bond next to the Count of Monte Cristo and the technopunk Goblin King. He is starting to realize that crashing a party full of heroes with no plan and no exit strategy might have been a bad plan. But James Bond is holding him steady and keeping him on rhythm, and everyone is still having a good time, and if he bolts now Bang will definitely notice, so... might as well get comfy in this mysterious masked man's arms.

batneko: *hearts*

theunvanquishedzims: Eventually he thinks to make his excuses and leave. James Bond smiles and offers to get him home safe. Garou breathlessly agrees, but then remembers that he's homeless and blurts out "let's go to your place." They go to Mumen's place. Movie marathon, delivery food, easy conversation, mask comes off to reveal dorky glasses, wow so comfortable and happy, and they both got goodie bags so they swap favorites and joke about ebaying the more expensive useless stuff. (Mumen is joking, Garou is not.) Badd brings the bike back, perfect opportunity for Garou to pull the "wow it's late" card and leave. Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't. That's between him and Mumen.

theunvanquishedzims: And scene.

batneko: awwwwwwww

[heyvivalapluto]

keith headcanons you might not agree at first but make absolute sense:

he sings loudly, whenever he’s alone

keith has no restraints about music taste. any song is perfect and he will listen to it fully

he actually knows a lot about pop culture and has a vast knowledge about any subject. but because of the year he spent in the desert, focused only on finding shiro, it gets harder to know the latest news

keith gets embarrassed easily.

he’s shy and hates being embarrassed. that’s why he likes to talk only when necessary

because of his temper, sometimes it’s not necessary when he talks, but he’s just so mad that he loses his filter

he kicks himself at night for losing his filter

keith hates not having a plan - but can improvise like no one

sweet tooth keith

keith hates coffee.

he has a loud laugh

he snorts occasionally. like actually snorts.

keith is a very logical person, so sometimes he even seems smarter than he is. he is definitely smart, but people usually think he’s a prodigy and he is not. he works hard to get what he wants. prodigies don’t need to work that hard

keith has such a nice handwriting

keith loves halloween because of the candy and the movies. it’s his favorite holiday

keith tries to repress his feelings because he firmly believes that what he feels is not acceptable; he believes that everything about his feelings is negative (and that’s not true. that boy has so much love in his heart, his heart might actually be made of gold)

he really tries to control his temper, but people only notice when he loses it. it’s unfair

keith is really insecure.

keith firmly believes he’s going to die alone - that is until he meets team voltron

keith is usually cold, so living in the desert wasn’t actually that bad. and being pilot of the fire lion? suits him well enough

keith actually has a great sense of fashion, but he forces himself to ignore that because fashion is not as important as studying to become the best pilot, finding shiro, saving the galaxy, and the list goes on

he’s like this about all of his tastes. this boy doesn’t know how to treat himself

keith “doesn’t like” being hugged because 1) he’s touch starved, so he might not let you let go and 2) touch = love, so he’s shy about expressing he loves you. but he absolutely does.

everyone knows this one, but we have to mention it: quality time, actions and touches are keith’s love language

keith is always craving to hold someone

keith sleeps hugging one of his pillows, like cuddling it.

this boy really wants to be hugged, but won’t let people do it because he’s scared they don’t understand what that means to him (not recognizing that’s a declaration of his affection)

keith is probably ticklish around his neck. i just feel he is

keith won’t dance in front of anyone, but he actually enjoys dancing and does it occasionally when he’s alone

keith is very assertive about his compliments. he will compliment you and you better agree with him

keith basically compliments people out of the blue. he just deadpans the nicest things and hopes that people will act natural about it, because he will definitely be embarrassed if they give much attention to it

keith likes giving nicknames

keith won’t admit it, but he likes most nicknames lance gave to him

oh flirty keith? definitely a thing.

in fact, keith is great at flirting and quite enjoys doing it

he can’t use pickup lines. he likes to improvise

keith favorite color is actually blue

so imagine how he felt when he met the boy with the bluest eyes he’s ever met. blue eyes, that could easily be the same color as the most beautiful ocean

oh keith is terrified of the ocean.

he knows how to swim, but he’s still very scared of the ocean

he’s also scared of space

he 100% loves to study both of those things and wants to explore both, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scared of what he might find

mystery calls and scare him at the same time. it’s thrilling

keith doesn’t trust people, but, at the same time, always expect the best of/from them.

he’s very demanding about people’s behavior, because he thinks they can do better. they have to be better.

he’s an idealist, actually.

[homeformyheart]

heyyy girllll so I was wondering if you’ll write this

For me?

happy birthday @graysinblack! I’ve been saving this ask for months but this fic for weeks in anticipation of your birthday! I know we’re all kind of over Choices, but hopefully having Ria & Raleigh interact is still enjoyable.

author’s note: never thought i’d write a cross-over fic of any kind really, much less twc x choices, but blame @graysinblack for this idea and the brainrot that sparked it. this takes place sometime after book 2, but before book 3. hope you all enjoy this fic that likely has an audience of 2! copyright: wayhaven characters, except the oc detective, belong to mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. raleigh carrera belongs to @playchoices. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles x choices (platinum) crossover – m!raleigh carrera x f!oc (ria knight); minor mason x f!detective rating/warnings: 14+; swearing based on/prompt: a would you ever write? ask game word count: 1.7k summary: ria gets called to a house party for noise complaints where she meets raleigh carrera.

sunshine past

a knock on her office door made ria pause mid-keystroke.

“hey ria, we’ve been getting repeat noise complaints from the mansion off the cul-de-sac,” tina chirped, hovering by the door. “do you think you can check it out? my shift’s over.”

ria glanced at her watch and grabbed her jacket. “i’ll stop by on my way home.”

“thanks, i’ll see you tomorrow!”

she turned off her computer and double-checked that she had her gun, taser, and badge before heading to the car. the mansion in question sat at the very edge of town, abandoned on its own grassy hill and given a wide berth by the townsfolk, even on halloween.

it didn’t take her long to get to the other side of town but even from the entrance to the cul-de-sac she could tell there was a loud party coming from the mansion. she groaned loudly at the realization that she’d likely be dealing with drunks who would only turn the music back up as soon as she walked away.

still, she trudged up the hill and knocked loudly, waiting a beat before knocking again. she stood her ground even though the door swung open and a tattooed man hovered too close for comfort.

“can i help you? this is a private party, babe,” he said, looking her slowly up and down. “although for you, i’d be more than happy to make an exception.”

ria rolled her eyes and took out her badge. “wayhaven police department. we’ve gotten multiple noise complaints. you need to keep it down.”

“i think it’d be more fun for you to find out how loud i can be. if you know what i mean,” he murmured, giving her a suggestive wink.

ria rolled her eyes and sighed. “look i don’t know who you think you are, but bad pickup lines don’t work on me. now please keep it down, this is your only warning.”

his brow furrowed in confusion. “huh, that line usually works. on women and men.”

“wow, so not only are you drunk and disorderly, you’re a prick too.”

“that’s part of my charm. wait, don’t you know who i am?”

she squinted against the hallway light behind him to take in his appearance as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. his dark brown hair was styled and she could see the lines of a tattoo on his neck disappearing into his black shirt.

“nope. and you’re lucky i’m about to be off duty and hate paperwork, asshole.”

“or what, you’ll punch me? kick my ass? you don’t seem like the type, sweetheart,” he chuckled, clearly hoping to draw a reaction from her.

if he wasn’t drunk and if the porch light was brighter, he’d probably notice that she absolutely looked like the type that would punch him – with her leather jacket, combat boots, spiked earrings, and clenched fists at the ready.

ria pursed her lips, contemplating for a fraction of a second whether she might get in trouble. fuck it, she thought, there weren’t any witnesses and this guy probably won’t remember anything in the morning.

she sucker punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain before walking away.

“keep the noise down, or else. sunshine.”

she turned on her heel and headed back down the hill. the smile on raleigh’s face widened. it had been a long time since someone was able to keep him on his toes. he was definitely intrigued by… shit, he thought, realizing that he didn’t even know her name.

he ran after her and at the feel of him grabbing her arm, ria whirled around and shifted to a defensive stance, one hand on the taser.

“whoa, sorry,” he said, holding his hand out. “i didn’t catch your name. i’m raleigh.”

“officer ria knight with the wayhaven police department. what do you want?”

raleigh smiled. “i wanted to ask if you’d like to hang out for a while. since you’re off duty now.”

ria raised an eyebrow. “and what makes you think that’s a good idea?”

he shrugged. “this town seemed pretty boring until you showed up. it doesn’t happen often that someone doesn’t recognize me. i like that.”

“you’re a real piece of work,” she said sarcastically.

raleigh just chuckled. “come on, just one drink. or do i need to blast the music and bother more neighbors so you have to come all the way back here again?”

she pursed her lips thoughtfully. it had been a while since she was able to let off steam. and at least if she hung around for a little while, she could make sure they kept the noise down.

she’d also be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat interested in hooking up with him. he was very easy on the eyes.

why not? it’s not like i have to worry about running into him again, she thought.

“alright, let’s see what’s so great about your party,” she said, following him back to the house.

six months later, sometime after the carnival

raleigh: [hey ria, it’s been a while. i’m passing by town again and wanted to know if you’re up for a drink?]

ria stared at her phone, a small smile unknowingly appearing on her face. she quickly typed a reply, agreeing to meet him at chen’s bar in half an hour.

“what are you smiling at?” tina teased. “is it from your vampire boyfriend?”

“mason and i are just casually hooking up, you know that,” ria said, rolling her eyes. “remember that mansion party i checked out after your shift a few months back? the guy i hooked up with is back in town again and wants to meet up, that’s all.”

tina’s eyes widened. “oh yeah, you never told me the details! was he hot?”

“see for yourself,” ria said, showing tina the text conversation between her and raleigh, which included him sending her photos of himself and a girlfriend a few months ago.

“do you know who this is? raleigh freaking carrera!”

“yeah, that’s his name, what’s the big deal?”

tina quickly sat in ria’s chair and pulled up the web browser on her computer. ria scanned the headlines and photos that appeared in the search results.

“wow. no wonder he had such an attitude.”

“sounds like he was great in bed then,” tina chuckled, squealing when ria punched her arm.

she grabbed her jacket. “i’m going to meet up with him at the bar before heading home. see you tomorrow!”

it was a short walk to the bar, but the last thing she expected was for unit bravo to be standing out front, looking incredibly out of place.

well, except for mason, who was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. he fit right in with the rest of the smokers off to the side.

“what are you all doing here?”

nate smiled. “we thought we’d enjoy a night out as a team. and make sure you were safe, of course.”

ria raised an eyebrow at the last statement before shrugging. “alright then. i’m meeting an old friend, so i’ll catch up with you later,” she gave them all a small wave as they headed inside.

only mason lingered, putting out his cigarette against the wall before sauntering over to her. he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“so, are we going to your place after?”

ria smirked. “bold of you to assume we’re going anywhere together tonight.”

“still trying to play hard-to-get, sweetheart? you know you want me just as badly,” he chuckled, leaning in to give her a deep kiss.

one that made her forget where she was for a moment, her toes curling inside her boots and fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of his shirt.

“i’ll see you inside,” he murmured before heading in.

he was just about to close the door behind him when raleigh appeared and made his way over to ria.

she turned toward him with a smile, not realizing that mason was still within earshot, even with the chatter of the bar crowd behind him.

“hey there, sweetheart,” raleigh said, his emphasis on the word ‘sweetheart’ was clearly sarcastic, but it still made mason’s shoulders tense.

she punched him playfully in the ribs before wrapping an arm around his waist in a sidehug.

“good to see you, carrera.”

mason watched from the corner booth as raleigh and ria sat at the bar, her back facing him. he couldn’t quite hear what they were saying over all the noise around them, and it made him far more irritated than it should.

ria on the other hand, was oblivious to mason’s gaze on her. it was strange, having casual conversation with someone she hooked up with months ago, but it was easy to fall into light banter with raleigh. it probably helped that neither of them were interested in each other anymore, not with raleigh fully committed to his popstar girlfriend and with mason never being far from her mind.

not that mason needed to know that.

“it was great catching up,” raleigh said, leaning in to give her a hug.

ria was not one for casual hugs, and she was surprised at how comfortable she was with raleigh.

“not to freak you out or anything, but pretty sure there’s someone in the corner staring at you. he actually looks like he wants to murder me,” he murmured in her ear, taking care to challenge mason’s glare with one of his own.

ria chuckled. “don’t worry, i can handle him. take care of yourself, carrera.”

he gave her a mock salute before heading out and ria sauntered over to unit bravo’s booth, grabbing mason’s beer from his hand.

“hey sunshine,” she said, giving him a wink before situating herself next to felix.

“who was that, ria? you definitely looked cozy,” felix teased, eyes darting between her and mason.

she could see mason’s body tense. “just a friend,” she said honestly, looking directly at mason.

he held her gaze for a few seconds before looking away, snatching felix’s beer and chugging it. ria took a sip of her own to hide her smile at how the tension in his body seemed to dissipate.

* * * * * taglist: @kelseaaa; @kat-tia801; @anotherbeingsworld; @crackerdumortain; @gloynporslen; @sosolenoo; @alyssalauren; @fhauvilles; @wayhavenots; @gingerbreton; @takemyopenheart; @pearlsandsteel; @writer-ish;

raleigh tag (non-choices oc fyi): @raleigh-edward; @dulceghernandez; @otherworldlypresents; @brycesgirl​; @robintora;

[collecting-stories]

Rafe and “Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.” pls ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N’s texts in bold

Rafe’s texts in italics

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Rafe was pretty positive that he had gotten the right number for Angel. He’d met her in Chapel Hill, pretty, very much a party girl, she’d seemed up for whatever and he’d typed her number into his phone when she told him they should hang out again. He’d thought that they’d had a pretty good time so it was weird that she wasn’t texting back.

He wasn’t desperate or anything, he’d only texted her twice in the span of three days, but he was bored and he wanted to have fun.

Finally a text came through.

-You have the wrong number-

Rafe stared at the phone for a moment. There was no way he had the wrong number. He was absolutely positive that he had put Angel’s number in his phone correctly.

-this isn’t Angel?-

-No-

-Damn. My bad. Sorry about texting you then-

-No worries.-

Rafe laid there in bed, scrolling through tiktok, though he wasn’t really concentrating. His mind kept going back to the mystery person he was texting. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he’d texted the wrong person but it was the first time that he couldn’t stop thinking about the wrong person he texted.

He swiped out of the app and opened his messages again, clicking on the number that he once thought was Angel’s.

-so...what’re you doing?-

-watching TV-

-what’re you watching?-

-no luck with Angel huh?-

-no great loss. Any Halloween parties in your future?-

You told Rafe, as he later introduced himself, that you were planning on attending a Halloween party in fact. A friend of yours had invited you to one and you were going dressed as Bank Robber Taylor Swift.

-what better excuse to where a sweatshirt and call it a costume?-

When he showed up at Topper’s Halloween party, the same ridiculously over the top party he threw every year, Rafe thought he might be going a little crazy when he saw the familiar cat mask, sitting like a hat on your head, tilted to the side, sweatshirt dress and thigh high boots practically pulling him across the room.

“Hey,” he started to say, coming up behind you, “I was trying to text this girl but I think I lost the number, could I use your phone?”

You spun around, three seconds from telling this guy that he’d totally fucked up what was the worst pickup line in history when you realised who was standing behind you. The myriad of texts that the two of you sent back and forth had, at a few points included pics. Mostly selfies, sometimes not. It had been an interesting few weeks of texting.

So instead of reaming him out, all you could do was smile and try to subdue the giddiness you felt. “Rafe.”

-

Ems Halloween Sleepover

[azurevi]

Hii!!! Congratulations for your 100 followers you really deserve them (and of course I’m happy to be part of them) so… I’m here to ask a x reader of Cater in a Halloween Date (perhaps a stargazing idk) I think that’s it… hope your having a great day!! -Cater's Simp

Thank you so much!💖

Halloween date with Cater🎃🎃

Halloween is one of Cater's favourite festivals, mainly because of the spooky decorations and photogenic costumes. 

Therefore he tries to make your Halloween date as fulfilling as possible.

His room is full of stickers and pumpkins and fake spider webs.

He prepares matching outfits for you too, and of course, he takes some photos of his hard work and posts them on magicam with corresponding hashtags.

He insists not to tell you about what the date includes in the name of 'surprise', so you simply go along with his plan. 

The first place he brings you is the amusement park, packed with people in costumes. There're scary decors everywhere you look.

You two go on rides, the ferris wheel, the merry-go-round… basically just everything.

Of course, Cater doesn't forget about the haunted house. He promises to keep you safe before going in.

Cater is not quite timid. He does get startled by jumpscares from time to time, but overall he's calm.

If you're a brave one, Cater will try his best to look just as unfazed. If you're weak to haunted houses, though, he'll make sure not to let go of your hand.

He might've snapped a few pictures of you inside, trying to capture your expressions. 

He's also the type to visit notorious places with grotesque tales, just for the laugh.

So you go and visit some old haunted hospital. All is well until some faint whispers start calling out for your names. Cater can feign calmness all he wants, but you can hear the tremble in his voice when he suggests leaving the place. 

He's happy to have taken magicam-worthy nice photos though.

It may be late, but you're both still restless, so he proposes going up to the hill for some stargazing. 

He's familiar with astrology, so he'll point out the constellations in the sky, as well as their stories and such, all the while turning to look at your reaction.

He really likes the impressed look on your face, and will take photos of you despite your flustered protests.

They're going to stay in his album and nowhere else, as they're simply too precious to be disclosed to everyone else. It'll be his own memory of you.

"The night's beautiful," 

"You know what else is?"

So many cringey pickup lines coming your way, but you love them all.

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

No Intro. No Nonsense. Nobody bought our book last week, so we’re not putting in any extra effort for you. You get what you paid for this week.. Meaning you get what we give you. You’re welcome! 

Aries 

Since you’ll be stuck home with a bad cold this week, we should remind you of all the things you can still do now that you’re an adult. First, spend the day in your fluffiest bathrobe, curled up on the couch under a blanky. Second, TV is your best friend for a change. It’s missed you. And finally - Ginger Ale, The Price is Right, tomato soup, and grilled cheese for lunch. Just because you feel horrible doesn’t mean you can’t minimize that feeling. So This Week… Just stay home long enough to get over this bug. It’ll pass quickly enough. OH, and Bob Barker died last year. You’re welcome.

Taurus 

You don’t keep re-watching “The Empire Strikes Back” because it has a happy ending. You watch it BECAUSE it doesn’t. It’s one of these rare movies where The Villain actually kinda wins. Just like Thanos beat The Avengers, Darth Vader got his chance at Young Skywalker. Even if he didn’t get Luke to join him, Vader did better, he got under Luke’s skill and training. So This Week… you want a movie that’ll get under your skin? How about 1982’s “The Thing”? Or maybe “Halloween III: Season of the Witch”. Just don’t watch either one at night. 

Gemini  

This week, you’ll accomplish something pretty spectacular! Better yet, someone who noticed it is in a position to congratulate you in style. There are ways to take advantage of the offer of having lunch bought for you. Have them order Two Large, 1- Topping Pizzas, Unicorn Churros, a Goody Bag with toys and activities, an Activity Sheet & 250 E-Tickets to use on your next visit. This Week… Order From Chuck E. Cheese for pickup! 

Cancer Moon-Child 

We’re gunna make this one simple and right to the point. So This Week… BACON. (*PAUSE*) That Is All. (*PAUSE*) Ok, fine! Bacon Wrapped, Pork Loin Stuffed, slow roasted Pineapple. (*PAUSE…..*) That. Is. All. 

Leo 

There’s GOOD News and BAD News. The GOOD news is, your music collection is basically available via one of three YouTube Playlists. The BAD news is… You’re out of Over-the-Air Data for the month and it’ll cost you another $15 per Gig of use. So This Week… Just use the Public WIFI for music and stop being paranoid!

Virgo 

Your reflexes are getting pretty bad. You’ll almost hit a bunny on your way home from work this week! It’s really a simple thing to fix. Take the advice from The Rebel Alliance’s Red Leader and Pick Up Your Visual Scanning. So This Week… Or, you know, you could just stop procrastinating and get your eyes checked. It’s only been HOW long?    

Libra

Baseball Season again, and we have something fun for you to learn about. Until recently there was no rule against a pitcher or a batter switching which handed-side they wanted to use. And one day a switch-hitter faced off against a Switch-Pitcher.. And they kept switching which hand they were going to use over and over again, delaying the game because neither would commit. So This Week… practice using your non-dominant hand for mediocre tasks. It’ll screw up people around you. Plus you get to say the great line, “I am not Left-Handed either!”

Scorpio 

Your head’s shoved SO FAR up your own…. Ok, look. We’re trying really, REALLY hard to stay contained in all this and you’re not making it easy. We’re telling you this for your own good. This Week… When it’s raining, PUT YOUR SHOPPING CART BACK INTO THE CORRAL! 

Sagittarius 

We warned you to not buy those Laser-Guided Fabric Scissors and we’re PROUD of you! You didn’t buy them! –you bought the TACTICAL Laser-Guided Fabric Scissors instead for triple the price! (*PAUSE*) What are we gunna do with you, Sagittarius? We keep giving you sound advice and you keep ignoring us. So if THAT’S gunna be the way it’ll work, FINE! This Week… It’s OPPOSITE WEEK! Don’t send us any money. Don’t forward this Horrible-Scope to twenty of your close friends. And don’t drive into that flock of Canada Geese in the parking lot. (And if you DO, we’re not saving you.)

Capricorn 

TECHNICALLY…. there is no such thing as Too Much Water to drink. Unless you consider that it’s possible to get… uhm… “Drunk” on too much water. We’re not sure how much is Too Much, but we CAN tell you that if you could drink about 10 litres, you’ll be eliminating it as quickly as you can swallow. NO! Don’t go looking that information up. Just know that we did the research so you don’t have to. So This Week… Ask your Doctor Cousin how real that information is and watch them turn green.

Aquarius 

It’s time to seriously consider getting an All-House Uninterruptible Power Supply. It’s like the one you have for your computer, only bigger. A LOT bigger! Why? Simple - because of all the Smart Devices you added to your house, even when everyone told you not to. Your thermostat, your entertainment system, your TV…  Hell, your Front Door’s NFC-Enabled Lock! If you lose power, all that stuff stops working, so you need this. So This Week… This isn’t a D.I.Y. Project you can do yourself. Put away those YouTube Home Power Playlists. You’re gunna kill yourself.

Pisces  

It’s time to decorate your surroundings - and since you’re an adult you can do literally anything! Make your hallways look like starship interiors. Setup the garage to look like a horse stable. And the entertainment room? Paint the walls to look like you’re in Playdium from Dartmouth. The paint aisle is your proverbial Oyster! So This Week… do NOT be a monster and use Black-and-White Checkerboard Wallpaper to cover the Bathroom. This is NOT supposed to be an Alice in Wonderland Acid Trip while defecating! 

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[chyrstis]

Hanarky for the ship meme? 👀💕

@geronimo-11 @amistrio @ma-sulevin @risenlucifer @himbopike

Let me just say that to get one ask is awesome. To get five asking for the same pair especially when it’s these two? <3 You’re all fantastic for asking, and I’m all too glad to dive into this for them.

Hana Vao / Sharky Boshaw

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General:

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - These two are full-on set on driving into that sunset together, and this last until they’re old and gray.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It’s pretty fast for both. Sharky was a little love-struck if not during their initial intro, then shortly after, wondering who the hell this woman was, yelling Die Hard quotes while handing him molotovs, and why he didn’t have a chance to meet her sooner. Hana on the other hand was immediately charmed by his brand of absurdity, and after a week or two on the road, found she didn’t want to go a day without it. It didn’t take much longer for feelings to set in after that.

How was their first kiss? - Oh, it was a doozy. Entirely on accident, especially since she just wanted to thank him for always being sweet to her (and for finding coffee, b/c going without it’s been rough), and wanted to kiss his cheek. No big deal. She lays one right on his mouth instead, and the residual shock and the holy shit of it all makes her immediately exit stage left. The kiss they share later on down the line’s one she’s much more content with, b/c there’s no grey area, no doubting it at all, and the minute he returns it she’s almost overwhelmed by it. Sharky’s easily in the same boat, b/c this isn’t wishful thinking, or him hoping for something that isn’t there. It’s her wanting him, and once he can shut his mouth for longer than a few seconds at a time they get to making up for all the times they should’ve kissed before.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Sharky! It’s years down the line, but he finds a way to make a ring for her, and after checking to see if it fits, immediately proposes to her on the spot.

Who is the best man/men? - There’s no official ceremony, but Sharky would’ve wanted Hurk there for it, if possible.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Hana would’ve definitely asked Grace.

Who did the most planning? - Sharky! Hana had no damn clue what he had in mind, or was planning, but he actually managed to get a little misty-eyed while watching a proposal scene from one of her movie picks, so...

Who stressed the most? - Sharky. Though the poor guy didn’t get hit with most of it until he’d slipped the ring onto her finger.

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - N/A (Hurk Sr. gets an honorary mention here, though)

Sex:

Who is on top? - Both like the other on top so they’ll definitely switch, but Hana’s probably there the most often.

Who is the one to instigate things? - They’re both equally guilty of this with varying degrees of subtlety, and Hana’s absolutely burst out laughing at a few of Sharky’s attempts, but always gets right to kissing him soon after.

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now - (hey, they’re making up for lost time here)

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - A good couple of rounds if they’re in a safe place, and time’s no object.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They certainly try (though she grouses at Sharky whenever he gets a lead on her, leaving him wearing the worst shit-eating grin)

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two! Gabrielle, and I’m still trying to zero in on a name for their little boy. Rocky? Jack? Kurt?

How many children will they adopt? - N/A

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - These two try to split this duty right down the middle.

Who is the stricter parent? - Hana, which is a feat. XD

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Also, Hana, b/c no matter what she and Sharky got up to before this, it’s really for the best that neither of the kids try to emulate that.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - It’s a team effort, and any no-cult AU would totally involve Sharky handing bags of chips and jerky to each kid with Hana on his heels ready with a sandwich or two.

Who is the more loved parent? - They’re both pretty equal, but Gabby loves working with Sharky in the Pyrotechnics lab big-time, while Kiddo #2 loves racing around with Hana (and is a movie trivia buff in the making)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? N/A - Hana would be dragged kicking and screaming to them and hate it.

Who cried the most at graduation? - N/A due to the Collapse, but Sharky might win this one. He certainly sheds a happy tear or two whenever the kids hand him gifts or show him cool things they’ve made, and any award they’d earn? Whoops, he’d be a goner.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Hana’s up to bat first going through legal avenues, but if she can’t manage to wing it, Sharky’s ready to step up to the plate.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - They both would be take-out junkies, but Hana can make most of the basics.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither, really. She’d tease Sharky about deviating any from his jerky-heavy diet, though.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Probably Hana, but she’d drag him along for it too (and they’d race carts in the parking lot)

How often do they bake desserts? - Not frequently, but Hana would every once in a blue moon attempt a cake or brownies, and post-Collapse Sharky tries really hard to find a way to make that happen.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat, meat, meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Sharky, and although he’s not much of a cook, he’ll save her extra desserts for their anniversary week. Once they’re out he tries to go a little fancier, though, and doesn’t burn things to a crisp 60-70% of the time?

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Sharky.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Sharky.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They’re both messy, so they try to take turns with chores.

Who is really against chores? - Sharky. He’s not thrilled with any of it, but puts up with it since

Who cleans up after the pets? - They don’t start off with pets, but Hana can’t help but feed a stray cat or two once they get to the surface, and gladly takes care of any messes they make.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Sharky, the sneak.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Both would usually be okay, but Hana does stress a bit more about cleaning when a certain someone John tends to visit.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Sharky would probably find the dollar while trying to sweep things under it, to be honest. XD

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Hana. It’s where she can unwind, and it only gets longer if she has company (which she usually hopes for and Sharky 100% delivers on)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - If moments with Boomer count, Hana would totally go jogging with him, and did a few times while heading out on patrol.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Hana’s a Halloween junkie, and loves throwing parties, so that's a must even when they don't have many actual decorations to hang. Sharky won't hesitate to help her find some prime picks, though, and can whip up some great ones in a jiffy.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Have the other’s back no matter what, and make the other the happiest they’ll ever be.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Sharky.

Who plays the most pranks? - Sharky.

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Noticing ~ Part 10

Part 10 ~  Tired, dictionary and Halloween (October)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, frustrating Steve, kind of angsty sometimes.

Wordcount: About 2500 words

Summary:  Y/N is in love with Steve, but she is afraid to tell him. So she tries to show him by using Cheesy Pickup lines. Will he ever notice her?

A/N: This is written for @buckysmischief​  Gab’ s 1k writing challenge.

This takes place after Endgame, But Steve did not leave the future. Nat and Tony are still alive.

Almost all pickup-lines are lines I have found on the internet. Some I have adjusted a bit to fit the storyline more.

It was at the beginning of October and you were walking to the gym in the morning not quite awake yet. Nat had insisted on your training early. You meet Steve at the door to the gym and you walk smack into his chest. You are about to land on the floor when Steve takes a hold of you. “Sorry Sweetheart,” Steve smiles at you. "You're the bee's knees, Captain,” is all that you can get out. Because meeting Steve when you were not expecting and feeling like a zombie. And Steve was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight t-shirt that made your head spin. Steve throws his head back laughing. You blush and bite your lip. He wished you a good walk out and walks away from you. You look at his ass as he walked away. Then you turn around to walk into the gym only to find Peter standing behind you. His gaze on you makes you blush.  “Are you flirting with Captain America,” Peter asked you. A question you wanted to avoid.  “No..” you say then you sigh again. “Yes, okay. I am flirting with Steve. Please don’t tell anyone.” “The secret is safe with me,” Peter smiles at you. “But I think you should talk with him instead. He does not seem to be a man that notices when women flirt with him.” With that he leaves you alone in the hallway. You groan and walk to the gym.  

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The month goes fast because of all the missions the team had been on. You had seen Steve very little because you had not gone on many missions with him. Instead, you had been on smaller missions with Nat and/ or Bucky. That had meant that when you were at the compound Steve had been away on missions and when you were away he had been at the compound. But finally, you were both at the compound at the same time. It was Sunday and you wanted to see him. Talk to him and flirt with him. You found him in the library, sitting in the window seat looking out while sketching in a sketchbook. The sight makes you smile and you stop in the doorway just admiring how relaxed Steve looked. You walked towards Steve and judging by the small smile on Steve’s face he knew he no longer was alone, but he kept sketching. You lean over to see what he is sketching and there were no words to describe it. A sketch of Tony and Morgan playing together in the leaves that had fallen. Steve was using the coloured sketching pens that you had gotten him for his birthday. He had sketched it so the leaves were in colour and the rest was black and white. “There isn't a word in the dictionary for how fantastic you are,” you say to Steve and press a kiss to his cheek. Steve blushes but continues sketching. You sit down opposite to him in the window seat and look out on Tony and Morgan. It was so a happy view and you were thankful that this was your family. The silence between Steve and you were comfortable and after a while, you got up and fetched a book to read. What you did not notice was that Steve finished his sketch of Tony and Morgan and that he had chosen you as his new motive. He had a smile on his face the whole time he was sketching you, but you were too consumed by your book to notice.  

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Does anyone even need to question if Tony Stark throws a Halloween party? Because of course he does, and he forces everyone to dress up. Of those on the team that did not know what to dress up as or that had no ideas on their own, got their costumes chosen by Morgan and went shopping for costumes with Tony. You had come up with your costume by yourself, based on your favourite movie when you were younger. You were going as Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, but you had chosen sparkly red high heels instead of flats and you had painted your lips cherry red. Wanda had helped you with your hair, so it looked almost like Dorthy's in the movie. You had your basket and in it was a stuffed dog that looked like Toto from the movie. You loved the costume and know that it would be deemed less revealing than some of the other women at the party would be wearing. Not that you cared, you wanted to be true to yourself. Nat was going as the Devil with Red horns and red tail, and a red tight catsuit. And Wanda was dressed as Disney’s Snow White with a long dress on that was a copy of the dress from the movie. She also has a stuffed bird on her shoulder that would start singing if you touched its feathers. It was Morgan's idea what Wanda should dress at and it was a fitting choice for her. You deemed yourself hot as hell before you left your room together. Since Tony had announced two weeks before that the team needed a break and some fun together and that he was throwing a mandatory Halloween party, you were wondering what Steve was going to come as. You knew that Morgan had chosen costumes for Steve, Bruce, Tony and Pepper, but she had kept it a secret.  When you walk into the party the first thing you see is Tony dressed as Peter Pan. It was so fitting for the man that had not really been wanting to ever grow up.  Pepper stood beside him dressed and Wendy and deep inside you just knew that somewhere was Morgan dressed as Tinkerbell.  “Auntie Y/N,” you heard Morgan yell and as you thought Morgan dressed as Tinkerbell came running up to you. You caught her in your arms and lifted her into the air. “Aren't you just the cutest Thinkerbell,” you winked at Morgan and she started giggling. You dropped her down and she motioned with her finger for you to come closer so you did. You crushed down and she hugged you close. “You can thank me for uncle Steve's costume later,” She whispered in your ear before she ran over to her father and gave him a high-five. Wanda and Nat were trying to keep in their laughs, but it was obvious that Morgan had not whispered as quietly as you had wished.  “Don’t say a word,” you tell them before you start looking around the party. You saw Sam, dressed as a firefighter. You laugh and nudge Wanda and then you point to Sam when you see her reaction you start to laugh. Sam as a fireman was really hot, there was no denying it. You walk to the bar together and order drinks. All the waiters were dressed as pirates. After getting your drinks you start looking around the party to see Steve, but so far you hadn't seen him. You see Morgan walking around the party talking to people and she seems like she is having a good time.  “Well, hello, there Dorothy,” you hear a voice say behind you. A small part of you hoped it would be Steve, but you did not recognize the voice. And you were right. It was a man you had never seen before. He was looking you up and down. Even though your dress was not revealing you felt undressed. Nat takes a hold of your hand and drags you behind her. “Not interested,” she says and the man is going to say something when Bucky comes over. He is dressed as a Dodger baseball player.  “Walk away,” he says and the man leaves. “Thank you, Bucky,” you give him a hug. “That man was creepy.” “I did not get good vibes out of him,” Wanda agreed. Nat nods and then you change the subject. Then you hear a laugh that you recognize and you turn around to see Steve. Your jaw almost drops to the floor. Steve was dressed as a cop, a hot fucking cop. There are so many thoughts going through your head and not a single one of them innocent. Morgan skipped up to you. “You are welcome,” She says loud and clear and skipped away. Nat, Wanda and Bucky double over with laughter and Steve look over to you. He smiles at you and you give a small wave and a smile before you turn to your friends. “This is not funny,” You matter to them. “Sweetie, I would love to know what was going through your head when you saw him,” Nat is trying to stop laughing.  “No, you really don’t,” you look down on the floor. Bucky nudges you. “Go talk to him,” he encourages you and Wanda nodes. So you take your drink to go over to Steve. He was talking to Bruce, who was dressed as Buzz Lightyear. Another costume that Morgan had decided if you knew her right. Although when Bruce sees you coming he walks away from Steve.  “You're such a treat that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me,” you say to Steve when you are standing behind him. He turns around and smiles at you. “Are you sure you are not talking about you,” Steve winks back. It makes you blush. “I am glad that someone came as a character I know.” Steve tugs lightly in one of your braids. You start talking about Wizard of Oz, one of your favourite movies growing up and a movie that Steve had seen in the cinema before the war. Soon Wanda, Nat, Bucky and Sam joined you. You talked about movies and having a great time. It was hard for you not to focus on Steve. He had always been good looking, but that cop uniform, it did things to you. It gave you a lot of dirty thoughts, and as the evening progressed it did not get better. Nat and Wanda dragged you out on the dance floor, so you handed Steve your basket with Toto and went out to the dancefloor with them. You did not care who was looking, the three of you were just having a great time. Then all the sudden there was a pair of hands on your hips and a body was grinding against you. That was all it took for you to turn stamp hard on the man's foot. You turned around and it was the man from before. You saw Bucky and Steve take a step forward but you hold up a finger.  “I never gave you permission to touch me,” you look at the man. “I am not interested in you, so please get the hell away from me.”  “Oh, girl nobody dances like that without wanting to be touched,” The man smirks at you. Bucky and Steve take another step forward. “I take it that you still don't get it,” you had to keep Nat back. “Get away from me or I will let them,” you tilt your head to the side where Bucky, Steve, Sam and Thor stood watching. “Take care of you.” The man swallows and walks away from you. Steve walks over to you. “Are you okay?” He looks concerned. You see Thor and Bucky escort the man out of the room. “I need some air,” you said after seeing everyone looking at you. Steve takes your hand and drags you out of the room and outside on a patio. You take a couple of deep breaths and shudder when you feel how cold it is. Then something warm is placed over your shoulders, it was the jacket to Steve’s cop uniform. “Thank you,” you smile at him and you shake again.  “Hey,” Steve says and pulls you into his arms. He hugs you close and you relax. After a few minutes in Steve's arms, you feel a whole lot better.  “Did I tell you that I live next door to Dunkin Donuts?” you joke with Steve and he starts laughing. You pull out of his arms and look up at him. “I thought you lived just down the hall from me,” Steve smirks and you shrug your shoulders.  “Well, seeing as you are dressed as a cop I just had to say it,” you smiled and took hold of Steve's hand again.  “I think I have said it before,” you look him up and down. “But I do love a man in uniform.” Steve blush and looks down on the floor.  “Let’s join the party again,” Steve says and drags you inside again. Even though Steve is holding your hand a woman comes up to the two of you when you are inside again. She is dressed in a revealing black dress and has a pointy black hat on. “May I ride your broomstick? I lost mine,” She says to Steve and you start laughing. Then she looks at you and you laugh even more. “Want to play good cop, bad cop?” you ask Steve and he looks at you nodding. “Sorry, he is taken,” you say to the woman and drag Steve further into the party. Steve started to laugh when you got away.  “I guess that made you the bad cop,” Steve asked and you nodded. “Well, you did not say anything,” you shrug your shoulders. “I did not know what to say,” Steve tugs you closer to him as he puts his arms around your shoulder.  “Wait,” you look up on him. “Did you want her to rid your broomstick?” you start to giggle. “Absolutely not,” Steve looks scared. Bucky and Sam come over to the two of you and you spend the night with friends. You end up telling the whole team about how you had to save Steve from a woman dressed as a witch and everyone finds it very amusing. 

Later that evening you were when all the people had left and it was only the team left you starting to get a bit tipsy, well no, you were drunk. You smile at Steve and think of all the dirty things you wanted to do with him.  “I have a great idea for those handcuffs,” you look right at the handcuffs he had in his belt. Pepper snorts and looks away. Steve blushes and takes your drink away from you. “I think you had too much to drink,” Steve says and hands the drink to Bucky.  “Are you going to arrest me?” you hold out your hands. Sam starts laughing. Steve looks at you and groans. “Come on, Dorothy, let's get,” Steve says, taking your hand. “Are you going to frisk me?” you wink at Steve and he blushes bright red. “Sweetheart, let’s go,” Steve lifts you up and the team looks at the two of you, clearly trying not to laugh. “Don’t forget Toto,” you scream out and Bucky hand’s you Toto. “Dorothy would never leave without Toto,” you mumble and snuggle into Steve’s neck. Steve agrees and leaves the rest of the team at the party and carries you to your room.  “You are amazing,” you mumble into Steve’s neck. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve someone like you in my life.” And then you fall asleep.

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Gotcha by Mari

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Gotcha

DJ and Michael were comparing Halloween stories with their friends before class when their classmate April entered wearing a huge smile, followed by her parents. Several second graders echoed their hellos before the questions began. 

“You got cupcakes?”

“Are those for us?”

“It’s not your birthday, your birthday is the same week as mine.”

“Are we havin’ a party, Ms. Lane?”

April’s parents greeted the children and as Joni Lane stepped closer with an offer to help, they smiled brightly. “Hope we’re not late, Caleb is teething,” Mr. Milton said with a nod to the sleeping baby in his wife's arms. “We got a little behind.”

“Not late at all,” Joni directed the smiling man with the box of cupcakes into the classroom. “April,” she addressed the seven year old who was wearing an orange shirt and matching print shorts. “Would you like to tell our friends why we’re celebrating today?”

April nodded and raised her shoulders and clapped in excitement. “Today’s my gotcha day!”

DJ and Michael exchanged a look. April didn’t say anything about bringing in a treat and when his best friend elbowed him playfully and whispered, “Esther and Kamekona’s cupcakes, yum,” DJ smiled broadly. 

“What’s a gotcha day?” A classmate named Yuko asked.

“Today’s the day I came to live with my family!” April explained. 

“Oh!” DJ grinned. “Like your official day? I’m official, too.”

“Let’s take our seats, friends, and we can hear why we’re getting this lovely treat to share from April and her family.” Joni said as the second graders scrambled to their desks.

“Actually,” April’s mom explained once everyone was seated. “Today is the anniversary of the day April came to live with us.” She bent to kiss her daughter’s cheek. 

“I got officially adopted in July when I was four,” she held up as many fingers. “But in our family we celebrate both days for everybody,” she glanced at her father. “Right, Daddy?”

“Exactly right, honey.” He looked at her classmates. “April’s sister and brothers came to us at different times, but they all became…” he smiled at DJ, “official on the very same day. So we celebrate their adoptions on July 7th and each of their gotcha days, too.”

Kim Milton rocked her sleeping baby as she spoke. “Everyone was adopted the same day, well, except, Caleb, here. He wasn’t born yet. But he’s going to be officially ours right around Christmas.”

“That’s awesome!” DJ couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. “Happy gotcha day, April!”  He knew his classmate and her siblings were also adopted, they’d talked about it during recess more than once after her baby brother joined her family, but he didn’t know the day you joined your family was called a gotcha day.  

“Thanks, DJ!” Her happy expression lit the room, and as the children offered their congratulations and the class came to order, he wondered if Joan and Uncle Aaron knew about gotcha days. He couldn’t wait to ask them.

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Hopping into the car when both parents came for pickup that day, DJ greeted them with “We had cupcakes, April brought them. Well, her dad carried them cause there was a lot, and we all already went to her birthday party so we didn’t know why…” he took a breath and grinned at Catherine, who’d pivoted in the passenger’s seat to see his face. “And it was her gotcha day.  I didn’t ever hear of one, so I thought it was her official day anniversary, but nope.” He shook his head. “It’s the day she came to live with her Mommy and Daddy and brothers and sister.”

“That’s wonderful, what a great idea.” Catherine beamed at her son. 

“Yeah, and ‘cept for her baby brother, they all got the same official day. He wasn’t born then but he’s getting official near Christmas, isn’t that cool?’

“That’s very cool, buddy,” Steve caught his eyes in the mirror and couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. “Ya know…” he had a silent conversation with Catherine who grinned in response.

“What, Daddy?”

“Well, we were going to keep it a surprise, but … what do you think of a gotcha day celebration?”

“Really? With cupcakes?”

“Really. With anything you’d like. We were thinking about a barbecue with our family and ohana, but you should celebrate with your friends at school, too.”

“April’s cupcakes were from Esther and Kamekona’s …” he bit his lip. “They were really good, but do you think Kaityln would make those blue velvet ones she invented for my class?”

“We can ask her, and I bet she'd be very happy to,” Catherine said.

“Do you think Joan and Uncle Aaron know about gotcha days?” He asked.

“I don’t know if they call it that, but I know Aunt Mary, Uncle Aaron and Aunt Deb have a special dinner with Joanie every year.”

“Can we call them later and tell them?” DJ was bouncing in his seat. “Oh, and guess what?” he laughed.

“What, honey?”

“Ms. Lane said some people celebrate gotcha days for their pets. Maybe we can get Cammie a marrow bone on her day, and something for our kitty next Halloween?”

Her heart warming at how their son was always thinking of others, Catherine readily agreed. “I think that’s a very good idea.”

“I can’t wait to tell Grandma, Grandpa, and Grandma Ang,” his eyes were lit with excitement. 

Catherine reached to squeeze Steve’s bicep as they shared a smile.

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Entering the beach house after picking up Angie, the family greeted Cammie and made their way to the kitchen after going upstairs to get their newest addition. As recommended by the folks at the shelter, for the first few days in her new home the kitty would be confined to “Grace’s room” during the days when Steve and Catherine were at work, DJ was at school, and Angie was with Grandma and Grandpa. As soon as she felt completely comfortable she’d have the run of the house.

As his sister sat across from him, kitty in her lap, enjoying their snack of fruit and yogurt, Cammie lying nearby hoping for something to be dropped, DJ told her about his day and she responded with a toddler-detailed story of her hike with their grandparents. He then explained about his friend bringing in a treat to celebrate her gotcha day and how Mommy and Daddy said they already planned to do something special for his own day next month.

Turning happy brown eyes on his parents, the little boy who became more and more confident every day since being surrounded by unconditional love puzzled, “I’m not sure Angie remembers too much about my gotcha day, she was pretty little. Right Angie?” 

“Gotcha cu’cakes! Yay fo’ you, DJ!” The three year old clapped. 

“She may not remember every detail but I know there’s one thing she remembers for sure,” Catherine kissed each child’s head. “That right from the start she loved her big brother as much as we did.”

“That’s okay, if she doesn’t remember everything.” He looked at the bubbly little girl.  “We got lots of pictures for when you’re older.” He beamed. “And I’ll remember everything forever.” He smiled at their parents. “I can tell Angie how she made me feel happier right away ‘cause she was super friendly and nice, just like she always is.”

Once again Catheirne and Steve were touched by the closeness of their children. Closeness they couldn’t be happier about. And when DJ hugged Angie and she quickly wrapped an arm  around him to return the embrace, Catherine wiped a sudden tear as Steve clasped her hand. 

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What does the Wham army do on this spooky month?

They, like pretty much all villains, adore Halloween! Let’s get into some specifics:

Archibald Snatcher is going to come up with the most complex and flamboyant costume you’ve ever seen in your life! A dress, of course, because he is an absolute drag artist. He’s going to lock himself in a sewing studio for hours at a time perfecting a glittery vampiress or an iridescent Bride of Frankenstein. If he finishes early, he might make costumes for the others, too - but Roman is first priority and doesn’t get to pick because he has to match Snatcher’s. The only downside is the children! Halloween means children start getting excited for the celebration and Snatcher dreads trick-or-treaters. He just wants Halloween to be an over-20-only event. Every year, the kids look forward to Old Man Snatcher literally pelting them with candy to get them to go away. You’d think he’d learn to use something else besides candy...

Roman Torchwick is having the time of his life! There’s of course going to be a Halloween party at the end of the year, but until then, he’s going to either attend or create as many before-Halloween events as possible. His outfit goes goth, he doubles his eye makeup, he makes at least two distinct jack-o’lanterns, there are themed scented candles everywhere, he wears orange glow sticks at night - you’d think the entire month was Halloween (and really, isn’t it?)!

Mozenrath’s birthday is Halloween, so October is all about this diva getting what he wants. If he asks you for something ridiculous like to go out and buy him a space heater, and you say no, he’ll just look at you derisively and say “Birthday month” and then you have to do it. While he isn’t much for the actual outward celebration aspect of Halloween itself, he enjoys the ambience a good bit, and you can often find him putting together his schemes outside in the chill fall air.

The Huntsman keeps his finger on the pulse of supernatural activity. Halloween is a hotspot for it. Meaning he can bag even more trophies than on an Equinox hunt! Basically, it’s his time to go full serial-killer mode. If you’re a non-WHAM-ARMY supernatural creature, I suggest you find a really good hiding spot and outfit it with booby traps. He is very prone to falling for booby traps, after all.

Mad Madam Mim, on the other hand, now has an excuse to randomly scare people! Leaving fake gore around for them to find (or is it fake?), shapeshifting into monstrous mutants at random, setting up jumpscares behind doors, going to lengths to find out your worst fear so she can try and traumatize you with it. Tread carefully when you know she’s in the house. You’ll probably at the very least end up getting jumped at while she yells “BOO!”.

Ayam Aghoul also notes the increase in supernatural activity, but rather than think about murder, he’s occupied with the fact that this is when the more “interesting” women come out to play. Human women are great and all, but this is the month when every faery, vampire, or Eldritch harbinger who presents relatively feminine is subject to one of his worst pickup lines (”Are you death? Because I long for your sweet embrace”). Though when not on the womanizing warpath, he also just likes to chill out with fellow dead/undead who have turned up for the season and trade stories. After all, he has millennia of life under his belt and many such stories to share.

Wuya takes the opportunity for a little fall makeover. A trendy turtleneck, jack-o’lantern patterned nails, pumpkin earrings, pulling her hair into a big braid. She enjoys the weather around this time a lot, just like Mozenrath, but also is haunted by the impending responsibility that she’s going to have to take the Heylin trick-or-treating. There’s no way to escape this. Jack will hound her at the very least, and if he goes, then Katnappé and Tubbimura will decide they’re not too old for it either, and then Hannibal wants to come along so he can impersonate Jack and transform into a madness-inducing monster at random so you never know which redhead is going to traumatize you, and if she’s gotten close to anyone not from her home world, they will probably want in on this too, meaning she has to spend October storing up reflective accessories and extra candy so they can trick-or-treat safely and not throw tantrums when they don’t all get the same amount (i.e. Hannibal has stolen 25% of each of their buckets without looking).

Yzma goes in for a makeover too, but this involves a long orange gown with lots of sequins and floaty layers. She’ll use October to break out some of those charming old-fashioned Halloween songs, the likes of the Monster Mash, and arrange them in a lounge/swing style to perform in front of any willing audience. She’ll also just have playlists of those songs running in her down time so she can gather material.

On Halloween itself, the eight gather for a grand Halloween/Mozenrath’s Birthday bash (though they do need to schedule around Heylin Trick-or-Treat Time). There’s singing, dancing, lots of decadent autumn food, bad decisions, blacklights, an inevitable skirmish about whose costume is prettiest, trying to disturb the neighbors on purpose, and brewing up a classic magic potion or two. The party doesn’t stop until the dawn breaks!