#{ Rick is no fun when it comes to Halloween >:/ }

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@countlessrealities sent;

💝 on a fancy date

🌸 to go to a picnic

🎃 to a Halloween/costume party

[[ For Rick...asking for a certain someone x3 ]]

If it's a fancy date, at an expensive restaurant, Rick would pair some dark fitted slacks with a similar color blazer. Under it a dark blue buttoned up shirt and of course a belt to keep his slacks in place. He usually doesn't clean up this much for anyone, only a select few of people.

Usually for picnics, it depends. If it's something casual, he'll wear what he always does. Though, if it's for a certain someone, then he might dress up a little. Instead of his usual pants, he would opt for dark colored jeans that still hug at his legs. His lab coat gone, but his long sleeves, teal shirt still there.

"Halloween costume?" He finally speaks after getting his closet raided by a bunch of nosey people. "Y-You're looking at it, I'm going as a drunk scientist."

#countlessrealities #answers ; 🛸🌌 #{ ic ; 🧪 ; rick } #{ headcanon ; 🧪 } #{ Rick is no fun when it comes to Halloween >:/ } #{ i'll have to force him to dress up bc he's running out of things to turn into fshdjkfds } #{ and he's not going to turn himself into a butter churner that's for sure }

[lesservillain]

iv. someone like you and all you know and how you speak

summary: old friends and halloween shenanigans cw: we see peen. an: i love joyce byers. also pic of matthew lillard is implied to be reefer rick.

Eddie started having night terrors. 

They didn’t come every night, but their intensity had you concerned.

The first one had you flying over the back of the couch to get to him. His shrieks turned your blood cold, and watching him shake and convulse was terrifying to witness. In your panic, you wrapped your arms around him to try to ground him and ended up getting hit in the face. After that you asked your teacher for advice on what interventions to do when someone has an episode.

But you weren’t the only one to suffer with pain after getting clocked in the jaw. The days after an episode left Eddie’s body sore from the sudden jerking of his muscles in his sleep. It probably didn’t help that he had also started physical therapy twice a week either, leaving him sore even with his pain medication most of the time. 

Needless to say, Eddie was acting like his normal grumpy self most days, even when his friends would come over. Though, he did try and reel it back when he could catch himself or with a subtle nudge from you. By now you’d gotten used to his grumpy attitude and knew it was just coming from a place of hurting. In turn he’s been much more cooperative with you. Progress.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” You ask with a laugh, as you get out of your car. Eddie is sitting on the ground leaning back against his hands with his legs sprawled out. Will and Grant sit on either side of him as Dustin pushes Eddie’s wheelchair on its back wheels, Jeff sitting in it and squealing as Gareth and Mike laugh.

“They’re trying to break Jeff so him and Eddie can get matching chairs,” Grant called, eliciting a laugh from Eddie and Will.

“N’they’re gonna pay for his new one when they break that one,” Wayne calls from the porch, lit cigarette in hand. All around him are pumpkins of all different shapes and sizes, like a little pumpkin patch had grown around him.

“Ah, I see.” You nod.

Grabbing your bag, you walk into the Munson home to get your things settled. Glancing over into the dining room, you expected to see the table already set up for their game night, but were surprised to see it covered in newspaper and knives and spoons. 

“Are you guys carving these pumpkins?” You ask, stepping back out onto the porch and pointing at the Wayne’s posse.

“Yep,” Eddie called back. “My PT said it would be a “fun activity” to work on my hand strength," he said with stiff fingered air quotes.

“Yeah, Eddie’s gonna scoop out all the guts with his bare hands,” Dustin says, setting the wheelchair back down to wiggle his fingers.

“Ew gross,” Mike joins in with Dustin’s antics.

“It’s not gross,” you say with a roll of the eyes. “Save the seeds and I’ll bake them for later.”

“Mmm, some roasted pumpkin seeds sounds real good.” Wayne says, putting his cigarette out and standing from his seat. “Save me some a’them when you make em.”

“Of course!”

“Hey, should we show her what we found earlier?” Your ears twitch when you hear Will lean into Eddie’s side. He looks at you over his shoulder, then back to the group before nodding.

And that’s how you ended up following the boys through the woods around the Munson house. Grant pushed Eddie’s chair through the woods, which wasn’t as terrible of terrain as you had expected. If the slight bounce bothered him, Eddie didn’t say. You stayed steady next to him, only moving to let them go ahead of you when the mostly thinned out trees were too close in some areas. 

After a few minutes and a lot of loud conversation between the boys, you came to a small clearing that dropped off into a cliff. It made you nervous to see the boys get so close to the drop, especially when Grant pushed Eddie almost to the very edge.

“Hey, be careful, please,” you called from behind them. 

“Come on, come see how far down this is!” Jeff called, his toes right on the cliff’s edge. You take a couple steps forward, just enough that you can see the water sloshing at the bottom. 

To see it made you dizzy, so you tried to focus your eyes elsewhere, instead taking in the breathtaking view of the lake below. You could see boats, houses, and even a man fishing off of a dock behind his house. If there was a railing or something to hold on to out here, you could see yourself coming out here to sit with Eddie on a nice day.

“Woah, shit!” Your heart stops beating as you watch Will pull Mike’s stumbling body back from the ledge, and you’re instantly done with this whole adventure.

“Alright, I get the idea. Field trips over,” you say, walking over to Eddie’s chair and pulling him back. “We better go carve those pumpkins before it gets too late and the kids have to go home.”

There’s some groans of protest, but they all follow your lead back to through the woods.

“You have to admit it was pretty cool, though, right?” Eddie says, his head tilting back just a bit to look at you. He was smiling. It was something he started doing more and you couldn’t help the way it made your stomach flip every time he did it.

“Yeah, it was definitely a nice view,” you agreed with a sigh. 

“Maybe when it gets warm out we can try jumping from it.” You hear Gareth say to one of the other boys. You recall the large drop from where you all stood at the top and a shiver went down your spine.

“I wouldn’t...unless you really want to get your own wheelchair to match Eddie's,” you say back. Gareth doesn’t let out another peep for the duration of the walk back.

“Okay, since Eddie is on scooping duty make sure you give him your pumpkins once you’ve got the tops off.”

The boys are sitting in their normal gaming formation, except for where Eddie and Gareth have swapped sides so Eddie can sit next to you. The pumpkin that the boys picked out for Eddie sits in front of you since you offered to carve it for him.

“What are you going to draw on it?” You ask him as you cut into the top of the thick pumpkin with force.

“I’m not sure yet,” he says indecisively. “Something scary for sure.”

“How about Mrs. O’Donnell?” Gareth nudges Eddie’s side, and the boys at the table all grimace.

“Fuck no. As terrifying as she is, I’d rather carve a demoba--”

Eddie catches himself mid sentence, horror written all over his face as he looks directly at Dustin. Mike and Will share similar pale faced expressions as Dustin. The tension at the table could be cut with a knife and you weren’t sure how to defuse the situation.

“Well,” Grant is the first to break the silence, “I think that, whatever we all decide to do, that we could make it into a competition. Let the newbie decide who has the best design.” He was looking straight at you and you were caught off guard by the new label. 

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair,” Gareth chimes in before you can say anything, “Will is like, one of the best artists in the whole town. He’s definitely gonna win.” Will sat up straight in his chair, before shrinking down with a smile.

“Hey, now, let’s not forget who designed these bad ass tee shirts,” Eddie says, gesturing at himself.

“You made those designs?” You ask surprised. Eddie nods with pride.

“Yep, when Hellfire was founded in ‘82. We scrounged up enough money to go to a print shop and have these bad boys made at the beginning of the school year. Wasn’t cheap, so we’ve always tried to be extra careful with them.”

“Awe, that’s so cute,” you giggle.

The table erupts in a defensive roar about how it is apparently not cute that their club has tee shirts that they take very good care of. No one was convincing you otherwise. 

You blew them off and distracted them by having them give Eddie their pumpkins. They all watched with amusement as Eddie reached down into each pumpkin and pulled the slimy, seedy guts out of them. Eddie’s button nose scrunched up with disgust, contrasted by the wide grin that touched his eyes. His tongue poked out in concentration as he swirled around the inside of the pumpkin, plopping the guts into bowls and pots with each one.

By the time he had gutted each pumpkin of their contents, Eddie looked like he was done for the rest of the night. 

“Eddie, do you want to save your pumpkin for another night?” You ask quietly, leaning in so only he could hear. He looks at you, brown orbs darting back and forth between your eyes carefully before smiling at you.

“Yeah, please?”

“Of course.”

“See, I told you that Will was going to win!” Gareth shouted, his hands falling at his side with a huff as the rest of the group laughed at his bitching.

“I’m sorry, it’s really good! That’s the most detailed pumpkin carving of a vampire’s face I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks,” Will said bashfully. 

“Gareth, I don’t know why you’re bitching. Your jack-o-lanturn’s eyes aren’t even the same size.” Eddie razzed, goading Gareth until he flipped him off.

“Awe, I thought the mismatched eyes were cute,” you said teasingly, and Gareth froze, turning away from your eyes to stand by Will, who gave him a pat on the back.

As you all stood around admiring the hard work of everyone’s carved pumpkins, the sound of loud music playing grabbed all of your attention. It progressively got louder, sounding like it was coming from down the driveway.

“What the hell?” Jeff said with a tilt of his head.

Everyone seemed more confused than anything, but you clocked the look on Eddie’s face as he looked between the trees of the winding driveway. There was a fear there that you’d only seen in his face during his night terrors, and everything in your body was telling you that you needed to get him and everyone else inside.

“Come on guys, lets go—”

The loud revving of the engine drowned out the sound of whatever song the driver was playing. The car came over the bump at an alarming pace before slamming on its breaks once it got up to the clearing. Headlights blinded all of you, and your body moved on its own accord to stand directly in front of Eddie.

The engine cut off abruptly, the lights dimming enough to reveal fire engine red sports car with a black stripe down the middle. You could barely see the fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view mirror through the heavily tinted windows.

“Holy shit,” you hear Eddie say behind you. The fear had left his features, replaced with an elated shock that left you wanting to ask several questions. But before you could question him, Eddie maneuvered around you and the rest of the guys heading straight toward the mysterious car.

Just as Eddie approached the car, the driver side door swung open. A man  only a few years older than you with blond, spiked hair stepped out. The man had to be at least 6’5, his face covered in piercings and he had an over all aura of trouble.

“How the hell did he get this address?” You hear Jeff question Grant and Gareth.

“Rick!” Eddie shouts excitedly.

“Holy fuck, dude,” Rick says, pushing up his sunglasses and slamming his car door shut. He runs up to Eddie and embraces him tightly, bending down to be at his level. Rick pulled back, looking Eddie up and down before bringing his hand down on his shoulder a few times.

“Damn, that dude really did a number on you, huh?”

Eddie visibly shrinks, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Who the hell is that?” You ask Jeff quietly, taking a few steps back to be standing next to him.

“That’s Reefer Rick,” he says with an annoyed tone. “He’s Eddie’s friend. Got Eddie into dealing in school.” Your neck almost breaks with how quickly you look at Jeff.

“Dealing? Like, drug dealing?”

Jeff looks at you and nods. “Uh, yeah? You didn’t know about that?”

“Um, no. I didn’t.” 

“It was just weed,” Jeff as an attempt to save face, “Aaaaaand sometimes random pills that Rick would give him to sell. But nothing serious.”

“Oh, okay. Just weed and pills. Which are both totally illegal to sell but it’s cool right?” Your blood was starting to boil with this new information. You don’t know why you’re even upset, it’s not like you really cared if people smoked weed or whatever.

Really it’s the idea of Eddie getting in trouble after everything he’s been through. Drug dealers are notorious for being sneaky and conniving, right? What if this guy thinks Eddie got money in the settlement and is here looking for a handout.

“Hi," you say in a clipped tone to the man as you approach him and Eddie. You give him just your first name, extending a hand out to him with faux pleasantry as you settle next to Eddie in his chair. “Who are you?”

“Oh, hey, this is Rick,” Eddie says to you with excitement. “Rick, this is my…caregiver.”

Rick takes your hand, looking you up and down before giving you a loose handshake. “Well, hello nurse,” Rick smiles, maintains eye contact with you as he continues to hold your hand.. 

After a beat Eddie clears his throat, and Rick retracts his hand from yours. You don’t miss the subtle shift in Eddie’s chair, making him close enough you can feel his arm against yours. You took the hint, and stepped back until you were behind his chair. Rick laughed lowly before looking back to Eddie. 

“Well, I’m glad you have someone who can take care of you,” Rick says with a cheshire smile. “Especially since I’m sure Wayne is back at work. Must be expensive to live all the way out here.”

“Eh, we had it built out here as part of the settlement, so it’s paid for. He still has to pay the bills, though.” Eddie’s voice trails off at the end. “Wish I could do something to help…”

“Yeah, I don’t blame ya,” Rick says as he scans the land, nodding his head to the guys as he does. “I’m sure you’re not interested in getting back into the business with me given…well, everything.”

“Ah, yeah…I owe you an apology…” Eddie looks up to Rick with a guilty expression.

“For what? Oh, you mean my house?” Eddie nods and Rick waves him off. “Nah, don’t sweat it man. I took everything with me when I went to Vegas so if anyone went in there snooping they wouldn’t have found anything anyway. It looked like they had sent someone in to clean though. Looked nicer than the day my parents—I mean, the day I bought it.” Eddie nods, letting out a breath that he was holding as Rick talked.

“Well that’s nice that your house that you bought is all clean,” you say, grabbing onto the handles of Eddie’s wheelchair, “And since he’s isn’t interested in your business endeavors, I guess that means you don’t need anything from Eddie then, right?”

Rick looks down at Eddie, then back up to you with a curious look. His tongue rings peaks out from between his lips as he plays with it, before popping it back in his mouth to speak. 

“Well, I was just coming out here to see a dear old friend of mine. But, there is one thing that I want to speak with him about. In private.” He leans down to eye level, eyes squinting with how tightly he smiles at you.

You open your mouth to protest immediately, but you feel Eddie push against the wheels, his chair moving away from you as he motioned Rick to follow him. 

“Give us just a second.”

You stand in the same spot, speechless as they move far enough away that you can’t hear the conversation between them. A hand on your shoulder pulls your attention, and Dustin motions you back over to where the guys are huddled together.

“He’s an idiot,” Grant whisper yells into the huddle.

“Yeah, but he’s obviously lost his best salesmen for the high school territory,” Mike argues. “Wouldn’t be surprised if he was asking if one of us would want to start dealing for him.”

“He better not. You guys better not,” you say with a pointed finger at the boys who were still in high school.

“Trust us, we won’t,” Dustin said with a firm tone.

“Well, whatever he wants, it’s probably not good.”

“Well…”

“Jeff, no.”

“Hey, he’s the whole reason Eddie even stayed in high school. He probably would have dropped out if Rick hadn’t convinced him to keep trying.”

“He only wanted Eddie to keep trying so he could keep selling drugs to high schoolers!”

“That’s a pretty good point.”

“What’s a good point?”

All heads turned to Eddie, who was just behind you with an amused smile on his face. Rick wasn’t with him, still standing back by his car with a lit cigarette in his hand, eyes watching you carefully.

“Oh, we were just…”

“We were saying that you two should decorate her car for the Trunk r Treat festival. And the point was…that you could wear a mask and no one would know it was you?”

Everyone looks at Dustin like he has two heads. Where he even came up with that…you had no idea.

Eddie’s curls bounce as he shakes his head. “What? Trunk r Treat? What are you guys talking about?”

“Oh, the Trunk r Treat is what the town is doing instead of regular trick r treating since the roads are still pretty messed up. Everyone is gonna pull their cars into the fairgrounds and let the kids trick r treat there.”

“That sounds like fun,” you say, looking at Eddie with a hopeful smile. “It would be nice to get out of the house for a little bit. You said Halloween is your favorite holiday, right? I think it would be fun!”

“You guys are serious, aren’t you?” The mood shifts when Eddie speaks. “You seriously think it would be a good idea for me to go out into public? On Halloween night?”

“That’s why I said you could wear a mask!” Dustin seems to be the only one who isn’t affected by Eddie’s tone. “And no one knows you’re missing part of your leg. It would be perfect.” Dustin gestures to you, “And you’ll have your guardian angel with you. If anyone does give you shit she can pack you up in the car real quick and you can say ‘I told you so’ to us at the next Hellfire meeting.’”

Eddie’s jaw rolls in frustration, a heavy sigh leaving him as he leans forward in his chair.

“Hopper will be there,” Will chimes in. “Him and my mom are going to decorate the back of his old police cruiser. I-I could tell him you’re going and I’m sure he’d keep an eye out on you.” The boys look from Will to Eddie as they wait for his response. 

“I…I…Let—let me think about it. Okay? No promises.”

The boys all perk up at Eddie’s potential compliance. Chatter about costumes and getting together at Mike’s parents house has everyone forgetting about the concerns of Rick’s arrival.

You remember though. You hear Rick laugh to himself from where he’s leaning against his car. Looking over your shoulder, you watch as he flicks his cigarette away and opens the door. Stopping about halfway in, he looks at Eddie then to you. He sends you a wink, then gets in without another word.

After about a week of convincing from all the Hellfire boys, you, and even Wayne, Eddie finally caved in and agreed to go to the Hawkins Trunk r Treat. Wayne talked with Hopper about trying to get your cars parked next to each other during the whole event just in case. And Wayne also promised that him and his friend Ben would stay close by in town if anything happened. Eddie didn’t really have much of a reason to say no.

You on the other hand had to come up with an excuse as to why you wouldn’t be spending Halloween with your best friend.

“We ALWAYS have movie night! You can’t just call in sick or something?” Tonya pleads with you as the two of you split each others Chinese take out. You shrug your shoulders, the feeling of guilt creeping up like bile in your throat. 

“I’m sorry Tonnie, I can’t. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t made plans with Charles for the night.”

“He probably would have asked but he knows that we always spend Halloween together.”

“I’m sorry, Tonya, but we’re big girls now. Sometimes things need to change…”

Her lower lip pouts at you, and you can tell by the way her eyes are glassy that she’s genuinely upset. If it were anyone else, you would be spending time with her in a heart beat. Ever since the two of you became friends, Halloween has been your thing. 

You’d always been scared of the holiday after when happened with your parents, but over the years Tonya has been able to slowly tear down your fears and make the holiday enjoyable again. Now that you’ve gotten the chance to potentially to the same with Eddie and his fear of going in public again, you feel obligated to follow in her image. 

“I’m really proud of you, you know?” She miles as you as she dabs the wetness from her eyes. “I can’t believe how much you’ve changed. Your parents, your grandparents…they’d be really happy to see you working so hard. With school, work, and still helping me out here…Oh, come here!”

She stands from her seat and rushed to hug you, which you return with equal adoration. For a split moment you want to tell her everything. About Eddie and everything he’s been through. About how you’re starting to prefer being at the Munson house over anywhere else. About how if anyone has come out of their shell, it’ Eddie. About how you’re not really sure about Sam, and how you don’t want to admit that there might be a reason why you’re feeling that way…

“Weren’t kiddin’ about your trunk being big, huh?” Eddie and Wayne peer into the trunk of your car as you pop it open. “I’m sure you won’t have any issue gettin’ it in and outta here. Want me t’help ya get in, son?”

“Can I try first?”

Wayne nods and Eddie maneuvers himself to the passenger side of your car. You’re already standing there waiting with the door open for him, holding it in place. 

The Trunk r Treat was this coming weekend and the Hellfire boys were going to help decorate your trunk before Friday’s game. All you and Eddie had to do was get the materials and the candy. You saw Wayne hand Eddie some cash thinking that you weren’t looking, but you had no intention of letting Eddie pay for anything. This was for him, so why stress him out when you know that money is a touchy subject for him?

Eddie gets his chair in position and locks the wheels. Grabbing the “oh shit” handle and the side of the door, he lifts himself up from his chair and pauses for a moment. His face is scrunched up from pain after already having physical therapy this morning. It was hard not to get him to over do it now that his mobility has started to improve, but you would rather him learn his limits than go back to being bedridden.

A few deep breaths and a quick shift of his foot puts his ass on the edge of the seat of your car. There’s a loud thump where his head bumps the low slope of your cars door, but he just rolls his eyes and laughs it off, much to your joy. You think about how two months ago when you started caring for him that he probably would have thrown a fit and fell in it if he were to go through this exact scenario now.

“Good job, Eddie,” you praise. He looks away from you bashfully, muttering a small thanks under his breath. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, you know deep down Eddie likes to be told he’s doing good. You’ve noticed it in the ways he reacts to you commenting on all of his achievements; the coy smiles and the way he starts to fidget with his rings when you sing his praises. 

Wayne grabs Eddie’s chair and puts it in the trunk. “You gonna be able to get this thing out when ya get there?” 

“Yep! I’m used to lugging wheelchairs around by now. No biggie!”

Wayne nods and rounds the car to Eddie’s side. As the two men talk, you hop into the passenger seat and start the car.

“Now don’t go and give her any trouble, Eds.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “If anything she’s gonna give me trouble. I just know she’s gonna be having me dress up in every costume they have there.”

“That’s not true,” you say defensively. “I actually already know what I want you to go as, so if you don’t fight me on it then you’ll only have to try one costume on.”

“Why does that not make me feel any better?”

Wayne barks out a laugh before closing the car door. He waves the two of you off as you make your way down the driveway until he’s no longer in site.

“Okay, let me make sure I’m understanding you right.” Eddie holds up the large, white, round costume that you handed to him, eyeing it skeptically. “You want me to dress up as…an egg?”

You laugh through your nose involuntarily, trying and failing to keep your composure. In your hand you hold what can only be describe as a “sexy devil” costume that consists of a short red dress, a pair of devil horns, and devil’s spear.

“Yeah, and I’ll be the devil, see? We’d—” you snort again, “We’d be deviled eggs!”

A smile cracks on Eddie’s face, more amused at your inability to contain your own laughter rather than at your poor excuse for a Halloween costume idea. He give you a half serious look as he hands you back the egg costume without another comment.

“Awe, come on,” you say as you take the costume from him, “you have to at least admit it was funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. What’s the real idea that you have?”

You swap the costumes out from the rack for the ones you really wanted to do. Handing Eddie the long nightgown, you hold up what would be your costume; a long red cape and a plaid blue dress with a ruffle under the skirt. 

“Okay, so obviously that’s red riding hood,” Eddie says pointing to your outfit. “But what exactly is—” You hand him a wolf mask, which he takes from you and examines carefully.

“You’ll be the Big Bad Wolf, disguised as the grandmother,” you explain after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah, I gathered that,” he sasses. He takes a few more moments to think it over, and you watch the way he looks at your costume, then to you. There’s a shift in his demeanor that you can’t quite interpret, and before you can think too much into it he finally speaks.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” he says, placing the costume pieces in his lap. “Better than the deviled egg idea.”

“Well, maybe next year I can sway you into the deviled egg. But I guess this works, too.” Eddie straightens in his chair, and you swear you could see a small blush on his cheeks. 

After you gathered everything for your costumes, you and Eddie did a little more shopping around for some stuff to decorate your trunk with. Streamers, hanging bats, fake spider webs, and enough candy to feed a small village fill your arms and Eddie’s lap all the way to the check out counter.

As the girl behind the counter rings out your items, you notice she keeps taking glances at Eddie. He’s too busy looking at the check out candle to notice, but you keep an eye on her just in case.

“Is that all for you?” She asks with a pop of her gum. You nod and she give you your total. As you reach for your wallet in your purse, Eddie shift in his chair, pulling out his own wallet.

“I got it,” he says, taking a $20 bill from the billfold.

“Nope,” you say, pulling out your own money and handing it to the cashier.

“No, please. I want to pay--”

“It’s okay, Eddie. Save it and buy us a pizza or something sometime when I don’t feel like cooking your dinner.”

The girl behind the counter’s gum popped loudly as she held your change in her hand. Eddie shrank back in his chair, stuffing the $20 back into his wallet. You took your bags from the counter and plopped them in Eddie’s lap, much to his surprise.

“Here, if you want to help, you can carry these.”

As you push his him out of the shop, Eddie asks you to stop before going off the curb.

“What’s up?”

“Can we go into the Goodwill over there?” He nods down the strip of stores where the sign to the second hand shop is displayed in the window.

“Sure,” you say without a second thought, “Lets put these bags in my car and then we can go in there.”

The store is a little busier than you expected. Everyone from kids to adults were checking out the shelves for their last minute home made costumes and accessories to wear this weekend. It made you happy to see so many people excited about the event.

The boys told you that Halloween can be a big deal in Hawkins. But after the earthquake, those who still remained wondered if there would even be a Halloween this year. Apparently the mother of one of their friends, Lucas, joined the city counsel and pitched the idea in a city meeting and most everyone was on board.

“The only person who protested was Mary Cunningham,” Dustin told you in a hushed tone. “She said it wasn’t safe to have all of the towns kids in one spot for ‘easy pickings.’” Mary Cunningham was the mother of Chrissy Cunningham, the girl that was murdered by Victor Creel in Eddie’s trailer before he attempted to kill Eddie himself. Wayne never told you this, but, according to the boys, Mary Cunningham is still convinced Eddie was the one who tried to kill Eddie, despite the evidence that supports that it was Creel. You hoped that she wouldn’t show up to the event this weekend.

“No way!” Eddie pulls a tee shirt from one of the racks. You’re standing next to his chair rather than behind it to make room for people to go around you in the tight, over stuffed isles. You turn your body, hand on his shoulder as you try to let a lady and he kid move behind you.

“What is it?”

“It’s a Black Sabbath tour shirt! This one’s from a tour they did in the 70’s though. Like a tour they did in Europe. I wonder how it ended up in this dump of a Goodwill?”

“Sounds like it ended up here so that you could buy it.”

Eddie looked at the shirt solemnly. Most of his attire that he had consisted of plain tee shirts and pajama pants that had come from packs at the store. All of his clothes and other personal belongings had been swallowed up by the earthquake and destroyed. 

“Well…” he said after a few moments, “It is only 50 cents…”

“Perfect!” You pluck the shirt from his hands and fold it over your arm. “Keep looking. Maybe someone’s metal loving uncle passed away and his family brought his clothes here. I’m gonna go look at some pants for you.”

“There’s that beautiful smile that I love to see,” Sam says as you push the door of his office open. You gave him a small smile, setting his coffee down on his desk. He stood up, rounding the desk to embrace you in a tight hug, his lips meeting the top of your head to leave a kiss there. 

“Morning,” you say, taking a step back from him when he loosens his grip. “Sorry I couldn’t bring you one of these before today. Hopefully you made it through the week without.”

“Barely,” he said with a sarcastic huff. “Have to admit I missed seeing you more, though. Been busy with midterms?”

You give him an exhausted nod. Between getting everything together for this weekend, helping Tonya deep clean the house before her trip with Charles, and dealing with your midterms, you’d been properly worn down to a barely functioning human.

“Awe, poor thing,” Sam cooes at you, his hand cupping your face to rub his thumb against your cheek. “Sounds like you deserve a little fun weekend. My buddy is having a get together at his house weekend and I’d really love for you to come.”

“This weekend?” You ask. Sam nods. “Oh, no I-I can’t. It’s Halloween weekend and…I spend it with Tonya every year. It’s been our tradition since we were kids. Sorry.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’ve been wanting to meet her and this Charles guy you hate so much. We can do a double date. Maybe some haunted houses or something?”

“No! No—I, um, I don’t do haunted houses.” That wasn’t a lie.

“That’s fine, maybe a movie at the drive in?”

“Sam, I’m sorry. It’s not exactly a tradition where we let other people take part in. Charles wont be there either.”

Sam’s shoulders slump as he sighs, his lips tightening into a straight line. 

“Okay, I get it. I’m not going to step on any toes. But…” Sam looks up at you through his lashes, “make it up to me next weekend?”

You breathe in, then out. It suddenly hits you that…you don’t really want to make it up to him net weekend.

“Sure.”

The Munson household is a busy one this cool, autumn Saturday. Eddie and the guys are in his room getting ready for the night. Their collective laughter and talking over each other is the only thing louder than the volume of the music that they have blaring. Even with the door closed you find it hard to think over the noise.

Wayne and Ben are in the kitchen prepping dinner for everyone before the nights festivities. They were joined by the infamous Hopper and Joyce Byers who brought the food by when they dropped off Will and Jane. The same Jane who was occupying the hall bathroom with you right now.

“They were trying to get you to dress up as one of the guys from Devo?”

Jane nods with an annoyed look. “Yes. They wanted me to wear a stupid red hat. I told them no, and said I wanted to go as Pat Benatar instead. She is my favorite singer.”

“Great choice,” your head bobs in agreement. You take a little more of the blue eye shadow on the tip of your finger and smudge it over her eyelids. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Heartbreaker,” she whispers shyly with a smile. 

“That’s a good one! I think We Belong is mine.”

“That one is a good song, too. It’s a love song.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say I’m a sucker for a good love ballad,” you shrug, washing your hands of the make up that stained your fingers. “Now, where is the wig you said you got?”

Jane helped you zip up the back of your dress just as there was a knock on the bathroom door. You pulled the red cloak over your shoulders as she opened it, her dad standing just on the other side of the doorway.

“Jesus, kid, is that enough make up?” He says, his voice raising a distraught octave. 

“Oh, look at you!” Joyce pushes past the disgruntled Hopper and into the bathroom. She looks Jane up and down, her excitement a clear contrast to Hoppers. 

“You look just like her in those pictures! I’m glad we were able to find this fabric to make this jumper.”

“Joyce, she looks like a—“

“Woah, Pat Benatar!”

Will and Gareth poke their heads around the corner of the door frame, both of them dressed like characters from Star Wars whose names you can’t quite remember. 

“Oh, you boys look adorable!” Joyce squeezes Will's cheeks, much to his dismay. Gareth lets out a snicker at will’s expense, only stopping once he’s caught your eye. Then, like usual, he slinks back out of sight. 

In his place Mike and Dustin pop up. Dustin is dressed like Darth Vader, his helmet in his hand as they barge into the bathroom. “Are you two ladies ready to go yet?”

“I think so,” you say, quickly clearing up the mess that you’ve made in the Munson bathroom. 

“Wow, El, you look badass!” Mike says, putting an arm around her for a side hug. 

“Thank you, Mike. She helped.” Jane says, pointing in your direction. 

“Oooh, I get it,” Dustin suddenly says as if he’s had an epiphany, eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. 

“Get what?”

“Your’s and Eddie’s couple’s costumes.”

The eye shadow pallet drops from your hands with a loud clutter. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I talking about?’ You and Eddie are going as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, right?” 

“Well, yeah, but…”

“That’s, like, a classic couples costume!” 

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Joyce says, her hand on her heart as she looks up at Hopper. “Didn’t you and Margaret Sanders go as the wolf and Red Riding Hood to John Collins’ Halloween party one year?”

Jim nods with a big, mustached grin. “Yep.” 

“I feel like an asshole.”

Eddie’s voice in the hallway catches your attention. Jim moves out of view, making room for Eddie’s chair as Jeff and Grant follow behind him. 

“You sound like one, too,” Jeff laughs from behind him. 

Eddie was being his normal grumpy self today. Enough that you were worried that he might call the whole thing off and not go. But, he seemed to manage to push through. Although you worried that the amount of people occupying his house was stressing him out a bit. 

As Jeff pushed him past the door, Eddie turned to look inside the overcrowded bathroom. Even with all of the bodies in the way, his eyes were on you in an instant. He didn’t say anything, more so looking at you like a deer caught in headlights until he was completely out of view. 

“Foods ready!” Ben calls from the kitchen. Doesn’t take much more convincing than that for everyone to file out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. You take the opportunity to finish putting everything away before joining in the chaos. 

Loud chattering fills the kitchen as everyone moves around the table to get their food. When you do come out of the bathroom, you see someone’s already put Eddie in the recliner, his tv tray set up in front of him as he patiently waited for everyone to finish getting their plates. 

“Hey stranger,” you say, stealing his attention from whatever daydream he was having.

“Hey,” he said with a tight smile. You eyed him suspiciously. 

“What hurts?”

He’s still for a moment, before he sighs and gives you a more genuine smile. 

“I’m just having those ghost pains or whatever.” His hand rubs over the clothed end of his thigh where his leg was severed.

Ever since he started physical therapy two weeks ago he’s been complaining of pains in his leg where it's not there anymore. You asked your professor about it, and she said it's not uncommon for amputees to have phantom pains. There’s not much you can do about it other than try to distract the person having them. 

“I see. Well, maybe eating something might help. Is anyone getting you a plate?”

Eddie shook his head with a shit eating grin. “I told them that you’d wanna do it.” You rolled your eyes, but he was right.

There was still a weird feeling that resided in you about being there for anything other than being Eddie’s caretaker. Even after two months of Wayne’s warm hospitality, a month of being taken in by the Hellfire boys, and being treated as if you’ve always been around by Joyce and Hopper, you still felt like an outsider looking in.

People on foot walked by as the cars loaded in through the entry gate of the Hawkins fairgrounds. You were sure that just about everyone in this town was showing up tonight. It made you buzz with excitement to see all the costumes and decked out cars. 

“Excited?” Eddie asks you, his eyes darting around at the crowds. There was an indecipherable tone to his voice. 

“Of course,” you say, the car moving up a bit to keep up with Hopper's cruiser in line. “Are you?”

“Is Eddie excited about Halloween?” Dustin’s head pops between yours and Eddie’s from the back seat. He slaps his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and gives him a little shake. “Eddie is probably the biggest fan of Halloween I know. He made a whole one shot campaign based on our party trying to escape from Michael Meyers.”

“What? No way, that sounds awesome. Halloween is probably my favorite Halloween movie.”

“It is a classic,” Eddie says with a grin. “Although, I will say that Friday the Thirteenth did freak me out for a while after I saw it for the first time. Still can’t believe that it was his mom the whole time—”

“His mom the whole time?” The two of you say it in unison. You look at each other for a moment before laughing. Dustin makes an audible gagging sound from the back seat and Eddie wastes no time reaching back to swat at him. You shush the both of them as Hopper pulls ahead, making your car next in line.

“Hi, folks,” the older gentleman says, shining a flashlight into the car and almost blinding you. “Hop took care of your cover charge and told me to make sure you guys get the spot next to him.” The man hands you a paper with the number 66 printed on it. It looks like it’s cut in a way that lets it hang from your rear view mirror, most likely to keep track of the amount of cars coming in to participate in the event.

As the man gives you instructions on how to find your spot inside, you cant help but you notice the subtle way he glances to Eddie in the passenger seat. You’re not sure if the man recognizes Eddie or if he’s trying to, but you don’t stick around long enough to find out. Eddie slips on his wolf mask once you take off inside of the fair grounds. 

It doesn’t take you long to find your spot. The Hopper-Byers group is all helping out to set everything up for Joyce and Hopper to pass out candy. The back of the cruiser is set up to look like a tent, with a fake fire, a stuffed bear, and a blue blanket meant to be a lake side view. 

Dustin pulls Eddie’s chair out from the back seat of your car, helping him out as you pop open your trunk. The effort they put into their theme almost makes you feel self conscious of your trunk, the ‘theme’ looking more like a Halloween store exploded rather than anything cohesive. But then you remember it was put together by Eddie and his friends, and you decide you love it just the way it is.

 “All right!” Joyce calls out once your cars are all set up. She sets a plastic bowl in Eddie’s lap and starts pouring candy into it. “Let’s get this party started!”

“Joyce don’t start getting to crazy before the kids get here,” Hops says teasingly as he pulls on his trapper hat. To go with their theme Hop and Joyce are dressed up like campers, which, in hind site, was probably a good call considering how cold the nights have been getting in Hawkins. You were already starting to regret your costume choice as the breeze hit your legs where your dress didn’t cover.

“Isn’t that the point?” Jane asks. “Is she not supposed to scare the kids?”

“Not enough that they wont come around to get candy,” Will retorts.

He’s half paying attention to the conversation as he looks around. Suddenly his hand shoots up, waving and shouting to the Hellfire guys as they walk through the cars. They all gather together and migrate to stand around Eddie, bags and pillowcases out towards him.

“Trick r treat!” They say in a sing song unison, laughter breaking out among them. Eddie’s head drops in the mask, his body shaking as he joins in with the guffaws of his friends.

As you watch them interact, you wonder what faces Eddie is making under the mask. Recently, you’ve felt like you’ve been able to see the real Eddie slip through the cracks. By now you can tell when one of his smiles is fake or genuine, as well as when his anger is real or just out of pain. But, with the plastic mask to hide behind, will he still feel the need to keep himself so reserved tonight?

It didn’t take long for the night to get going. Spirits were high as children, teens, and adults all made their ways between the cars to fill their bags with candy and other goodies being passed around. 

You could admit you were a little nervous when Joyce gave the bowl of candy to Eddie earlier. But, either no one could tell it was him under the wolf mask, or no one cared enough to say anything.

Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself, too. After a while he started to compliment the different costumes in a scary wolf voice, which the kids that came by loved. He even went out of the way to put candy into the trick r treater’s bags, not caring about the scars on his hands being seen.

“Gonna need another refill,” he says to you as the last group of kids move on down the line.

“Roger that,” you say, jumping up to grab another bag of candy from your trunk, pushing the fake spider webs to the side. 

Some of the bags slid to the back, so you have to really reach in to get your hands on it. Just as you get a grip on the plastic bag, you feel something pulling on the skirt of your dress. You pinch the plastic of the bag, dragging it out with you as you stand up straight. 

Looking over your shoulder, you see that Eddie’s hand is holding on to the hem, pulling it taut over your ass. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when the chuckling from a group of passing boys reaches your ears.

“Thanks,” you say to Eddie, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. His mask looks up at you, and his hand quickly retracts from where it was holding on to you. 

“Y-you’re welcome,” he says, voice muffled by the mask.

As you pour more candy into his bowl, a group of three young girls approaches Eddie.

“Trick r treat,” the girls say, holding their bags out for Eddie.

Eddie is still for a moment, grabbing the candy wordlessly and placing it into the girls candy bags. When he gets to the last girl, he hesitates before letting the candy drop inside.

“Where’s your brother, Lady Applejack?” Eddie suddenly says, still using his wolf voice.

The girl's eyes go wide, shifting between her two confused friends before nodding to the side. The two girls move on to Joyce and Hoppers truck, leaving Lady Applejack behind.

“Munson?” She whispers with bemusement. “Is that you under that creepy mask?”

“The one and only,” he says, his hands gesturing wildly to himself.

The girl looks up and down at you, then back to Eddie. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

You shuffle in your spot awkwardly. You’d gone the whole night with no one saying anything besides Dustin, and you were hoping that it would stay that way.

“We’re not dating,” Eddie says neutrally. “She’s my caregiver.”

“Caregiver? Is that not the same thing as a girlfriend?”

“Basically.” The words spill out of you like vomit. “It’s all the non fun parts of being a girlfriend without any of the perks.” The girl laughs, but Eddie remains still.

“I like her, Munson. You should keep her around.”

“You know, you never answered my question,” Eddie says, clearly desperate to change the subject.

“Huh? Oh, you mean about Lucas?”

Lucas. That was the friend that the boys bring up a lot. He’s a member of Hellfire but hasn’t been to any of the meetings.

“He’s probably still at the hospital with Max. Our parents tried to get him to come out tonight since my mom was the one who put this whole thing together. But…” The girl trails off, looking down at the ground as her attitude fades away. “You know, he still feels guilty. About…what happened.”

Eddie nods slowly. Max was another victim who got out alive like Eddie, but she’s been in a coma since March. Eddie doesn’t talk about her, even if the boys bring her up when talking about Lucas. 

“Erica, come on!” One of the girls friend’s call, motioning her to join them.

Erica shifts back into her previous demeanor, looking at you and Eddie once again. “I gotta go. Nice seeing you, Munson and Munson’s girlfriend.” Before Eddie could correct her, she was taking off with her friends.

“Sorry,” Eddie says to you, but refusing to look your way.

“It’s fine. If anything I should be apologizing.” You plop back down in your folding chair with a huff. “Dustin said something earlier about our costumes being a couple’s costume and I’ve been cursing myself for over looking that.” 

“Dustin would say something like that,” Eddie grumbles under his breath.

“They’re over here!” Dustin’s voice calls out from a few yards away, his Vader mask in his hand as he motions two people behind him. A guy and a girl dressed as Wham! follow an excited Dustin to your car. 

“Speak of the devil,” Eddie says, slumping down in his chair. “And he’s brought his mommy.” You look at Eddie confused. The pair were definitely not old enough to be Dustin’s parents, maybe older siblings at best.

“Dustin, are you sure we’re at the right car?” The girl asks, shooting you a nervous smile.

“Yes, this is the right car. I literally came here in it,” Dustin shook his head and reached into his bag. After fumbling around a bit, he pulled out a full size milky way and presented it to Eddie. 

“Snagged this for ya from the Martin’s car,” he said with a toothy grin. Eddie grabbed the candy and examined it and you could feel the smile he had from under his mask. 

“Good work, Henderson,” Eddie says, looking up at the boy. Dustin salutes him before standing to the side, looking at the couple behind him with an I told you so expression.

“Holy shit,” the guy says, his law slack.

“Is that really you, M—” The girl cuts herself off before she can finish. The two move closer to Eddie, speaking in hushed tones.

“How’re you doing? Dustin told us that him and Mike have been over to your new place,” the girl asks. You don’t know why, but the way her hand rests on his shoulder irritates you.

“Yeah, he told us the lab set you up with a really nice house. Still not enough after what we all went through in my opinion..”

“Steve,” the girl cuts him off sharply. 

“What? We haven’t seen the guy in six months! Am I not supposed to talk about it?”

“It’s fine, Robin,” Eddie says.

“It’s not fine,” you interject. All eyes are on you now, stunned as if they just noticed you were there.

“S-sorry, we didn’t mean to leave you out,” the girl stutters.

“Yeah, uh…” Steve looks you up and down before straightening his posture. “You must be the caretaker that Dustin’s told us about. Name’s Steve. Steve Harrington.” 

Steve Harrington stands in front of you, offering his hand for you to shake. You take his hand and introduce yourself. Steve Harrington is handsome in a similar way to Sam you think. 

The feeling of eyes on you makes you turn your head. The light catches just right you can sort of make out Eddie’s eyes through the holes of the mask.

“What did you say?” You ask, looking back up to Steve after zoning his question out.

“I just asked if you were free sometime. Maybe we could get a bite to eat before you go over to Eddie’s some time?”

“Oh, sorry,” the words poured out of you again. “But I’m seeing someone.”

You’re not sure if it’s just you, but it suddenly felt like the air got thicker. You could feel Eddie’s eyes bore holes into you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Shit, my bad,” Steve says, taking a step back. “I thought Dustin said you two weren’t together.”

“We’re not,” Eddie says in a clipped tone.

“Yeah, we’re not, Eddie and I. I’m, uh, I’m seeing a guy from my school. Sam…”

“Ohhhh, okay,” Steve nods, “Gotcha. Well, if things don’t work out—OW!”

“Take a hint, dingus!” Robin whisper yells at Steve. She looks back to Eddie with an apologetic look. “We should probably go, but call one of us some time and we’ll sneak some movies to you, okay?”

Eddie wordlessly nods, his focus on the bowl of candy in his lap now. Steve and Robin give their goodbyes and move along, bickering between themselves as they go. Dustin lingers with you and Eddie for a moment, unsure of what to do with himself.

“Do, uh…"Dustin clears his throat, attempting to lighten the mood. "Do you guys want to go check out the fair at all?” Dustin points with his thumb over his shoulder. “There’s some pretty cool stuff at the back. A haunted house, some games…you know, fun stuff. I’ll, uh, sit and watch the candy.”

You look over to Eddie waiting for his response. After several moments Eddie finally nods, lifting the plastic bowl and handing it to Dustin. You rise from your seat, moving out of the way so Dustin to take your spot.

When you turn to see if Eddie is ready to go, you find that he’s not there. Instant panic sets in, as you look out to the crowd to find him. For a split second, you can see the furry hair on the back of his mask a few cars away. Bobbing and weaving through the clusters of people, you grab the handles of his chair and stop him, making him jerk forward.

He looks back, body tense until he realizes it’s you, his shoulders slumping forward.

“Where did you think you were going?” Anger evident in your tone.

“What do you mean? I thought you were right behind me.” The cutting tone of his voice hits a nerve.

“Eddie, I…” You can feel a whole lecture on the tip of your tongue. But the more you think about it, the more you realize that Eddie is his own person. As much as you’ve grown to want to protect him, he probably knows more about these fairgrounds and all of these people than you’ll ever know. He was a fully functioning person seven months ago, not needing anyone’s assistance just to get through a crowd of people. 

“Do…do you want me to leave you alone?”

The two of you stand in the middle of the moving bodies without a word. It feels like the two of you are in slow motion as people move past you.

Eddie sits up, shaking his head. “No.”

That’s all you needed to hear. Grabbing onto the handles of his chair, you push him through the crowd at a leisurely pace. It takes a few minutes for hm to say something, but the paper mache ghost from Ghost Busters hanging off of a cars trunk catches his attention.

“Woah, that’s awesome!” Eddie points it out to you.

“Do you think they made that?”

“I bet they got it at a Halloween store.”

Conversation flowed like that between you as you both rated the cars out of 10 as you passed. There were more cars like yours that decorated just enough to be passable, but a good majority of the citizens of Hawkins really do mean business when it comes to Halloween. 

“They made their car look like a dragon!” Eddie shouts over his shoulder to you. “How is that not the best car?!”

“It’s totally an awesome car, but, I’m sorry, the literal hearse with a guy dressed as Dracula in a coffin was hands down the best.”

Eddie slumps back in his chair in frustration, his mask looking up at you dramatically while you push him. You smile down at him, happy to see him having so much fun. He jerks forward and clears his throat, mask moving quickly as if he’s looking for something.

“Oh, look they’re selling popcorn,” Eddie nods to a booth set up off to the side of the cars. It looks like a girl scouts group of some kind, all the girls at the booth wearing patch covered sashes over their costumes. The sign on the booth read “Twenty-five cent popcorn. Proceeds go to Hawkins Rebuild Fund.”

“Hmmm,” you hum curiously. “We should get some. I could use something salty to cleanse my palate from all the candy.”

“Yeah, I think I might puke if I even think about a Reese’s Cup right now.”

You grab a bottle of water and a bag of popcorn to split between the two of you. Not wanting to stop your perusing of the cars, you continued on with Eddie popping a piece under his mask for him and then lifting a few pieces up to your mouth for you to much on.

Continuing on, you finally reach the back end of the fairgrounds. A few fires were going with groups of people gathered around. They talked over cider or roasted marshmallows to shove between graham crackers, adding their favorite candy pieces to complete their sweet treats. 

A few games were set up. Kids and tipsy grown men bobbed for apples in a big trough of water. A partially enclosed area was set up for smaller kids and their exhausted parents to take a break away from the older kids. 

But in the very back was a make shift haunted house, it’s entrance painted to look as if you were walking into a large jack o lantern. Around it were several tarps meant to cover whatever the haunted house was put together with, various paper decorations taped to it to make it look more festive.

“We should go in there,” Eddie says excitedly. “Wonder if it’s dark enough I can take this mask off for a bit.”

“I don’t know Eddie…” you say hesitantly. You weren’t the biggest fan of haunted houses. Being scared from a movie is one thing, but the lack of control you could have in a haunted house made you uncomfortable. 

You also never knew what was going to set you off. The last haunted house you went to with Tonya and some friends in high school was set up to look like an actual house. It didn’t really bother you until one of the actors snuck up behind you, whispering in your ear. It immediately took you back to…

“Awe, come on. Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Eddie teases. “I doubt that Hawkins could make an actually scary haunted house. I bet they have one of those rooms where they make you feel peeled grapes and tell you that it’s eyeballs.”

“I’m not scared,” you say with a level tone, “I’m more worried about you. What if you have a night terror and end up needing me to sit at the end while you sleep tonight?”

Eddie freezes, his eyes wide and looking into yours through the holes in the mask. You feel like you said something wrong, but you’re not sure what.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

Eddie starts to laugh, clearly trying to get a rise out of you. It both relieves and pisses you off. 

“Eddie, you’re such an asshole! I thought I hurt your feelings!”

“You did, little red,” he feigns offense, his hands resting over his heart. “I can’t believe you would make fun of me. I’m wounded. How will you ever make it up to me?”

“Oh my god,” you say with exasperation. “I’m so sorry Mr.Wolf. I guess I can be brave and take you through the haunted house if that will suffice.”

Eddie fake sniffled and nods. “Yes, I think I may be able to forgive and forget your offense if you lend me your company inside this estate.”

The two of you get in line, chatting for the few minutes it takes to get to the front. When it’s finally your turn, the lanky teen at the door looked down at Eddie. 

“Uh, be careful with your chair, man. Should be good, but, uh, there might be some bumps between the rooms. That alright?”

Eddie nods and the boy ushers the two of you inside. It looks like the haunted house might be made of several sheds or storage units placed together to make a long string of rooms. A lot of the rooms were more silly than scary, but a few people dressed in costumes were able to get some scares out of you and Eddie.

Well, you more than Eddie.

You hadn’t even realized that you were leaning so close to him. It was a reflex to bury your face against him when you got scared, laughing the whole time as you pushed on to the next room. He didn’t seem to mind, probably too busy laughing at your reactions to care. 

You wondered if the actors were talking with each other, because it felt like more people were trying to scare you the further into the haunt you went. By the end you were practically strangling Eddie, your arms wrapped around his shoulders  with your face against the back of his neck as he guided you both through the exit that exited to the other side of the fairground lot. 

“They were so mean!” The words came out in strained huffs as you tried to catch your breath, still laughing from all the nerves. Eddie probably would have been keeled over with how hard he was cackling. He lifted his mask briefly to wipe the tears from his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead with how much he was sweating under the plastic.

“Holy shit,” he barks out. “That was sooooo worth it. I want to see how bad you get scared in a haunted house that’s actually scary.”

“I can’t believe you’d want to put me through that after everything I’ve done for you,” you say with faux offense. 

“Can’t help it,” he says with a shrug, “I guess I’m a bit of a sadist.”

“Hmmm why does that not at all surprise me.”

The rest of the night went on without a hitch. The guys showed up again eventually, making base between yours and Hopper’s car to trade candy. Jane told you that she got lots of compliments on her costume and thanked you over and over for helping her with her make up. Joyce took the opportunity to get everyone together to take pictures. Apparently Will’s older brother, Jonathan, left one of his cameras with them to take pictures while he’s off at college and Joyce took that task very seriously. 

“Let me get one with the two of you!” She says to you and Eddie. Eddie looks at you and you shrug.

“Do you want to lean on me?” You ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“So you can have a picture not in your chair. I can hold you up--oh we can make it look like you’re trying to eat me?”

Eddie stands, leaning against you as you have your arms around him in a tight hug. Joyce takes a few steps forward to get his chair out of frame, giving you both the go ahead to make a pose. Eddie lets go of you, posing with his hands as if he was about to grab you, the mouth of his mask about an inch from your face. You hold on to him with one arm, letting him lean into you as you let your other hand fly back with fake terror. 

The bright flash from the camera has you grabbing Eddie fully once again. You were able to feel his leg wobbling, still not used to holding up his whole weight. Eddie plopped back into his chair, letting out the breath he had been holding.

After a while the festivities began to wind down as cars started making their exit. When Eddie’s back started to hurt from being in his chair for so long, you decided to join the rest of the crowd and leave. Dustin helped load Eddie up in the car as you cleaned up any mess that had been made.

“Dustin, why don’t you ride with us?” Joyce calls over from their car. “Eddie’s probably tired and ready to get home. You’re staying at the Wheeler’s anyway, right?”

Dustin looks at Eddie, whose mask was up enough to let his face breathe, to you, who looked like you were ready to climb into bed and pass out. Gears turned under those tight curls. A vision of the two of you “accidentally” falling asleep in each others arms on the couch and waking up all embarrassed, until you inevitably confess your feelings for each other and get married and grow old together was clear as day in his mind. 

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks Mrs.B.”

“Do you even want to attempt a shower?” You ask Eddie with a yawn, eyeing his devil faced pumpkin that the two of you carved that sits next to the front door.

“I feel gross after sweating in that mask,” he yawns in reaction to your yawn, fumbling to get his keys in the lock. “But, honestly, I’ll probably fall asleep sitting in there.”

Eddie pushed the door open, and wheels inside. You can barely get a foot in the front door when Eddie stops abruptly. You follow his gaze to the couch, and are surprised to see Ben leaning against Wayne. His head rests on Wayne’s shoulder, Wayne’s bald head lays against Ben’s head as the two of them snore intermittently. 

Eddie turns slowly back towards you with wide eyes. You place your finger against your lips, giving him a silent shush as you slowly maneuver his chair to his room. Eddie doesn’t say a word, even after you close the door to his room. He’s as pale as a ghost, still looking as you as if he was waiting for you do to…something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, and he flinches. He finally blinks when he realizes that you’re not going to say anything, tension leaving his body until he’s visibly exhausted.

“Nothing, I just…ugh I really need to shower. But I’m so tired.” He sprawls out in his chair, hands running over his face and through his matter hair. The icky feeling of being outside and around people begins to make your skin crawl, too, as you feel a shower calling your name.

“Well, the longer we wait, the more tired you’re going to be. Let’s get you in there so I can go home and take one, too.” Eddie perks up, looking at you with knitted brows.

“You’re not staying the night?” 

“Well, my sleeping spot is currently being occupied,” you say with a cheeky grin, nodding toward the living room. 

Eddie presses his lips together, deep in thought as he tries to come up with an solution so you don’t have to make the 30 minute trek home.

“You could…sleep in my bed? I could sleep in Wayne’s room. If the love birds wake up, they’ll just have to deal with it.”

Thinking about sleeping in Eddie’s bed makes your chest flutter in a way that you hate. Well, rather, you want to hate it. But you really don’t. The idea of being in his bed with him penetrates your mind, and you think of anything else to push it away. Like how you’d finally told him about Sam earlier in the night. You still needed to psycho analyze his reaction to the news, which was how you usually passed the time in the car.

“I’ll think about it.” Eddie nods, accepting that as your answer for now.

You set up the shower for Eddie, hardly a word between the two of you with the combined low energy. You quietly snuck Eddie’s dirty clothes into the laundry room as he showered, taking a few minutes to pick up the kitchen in hopes to lessen the work load for Wayne tomorrow.

When you returned to the shower, Eddie had just turned off the water. He was humming a song to himself, probably to keep himself awake as he went through the motions of his shower. 

He pulled the curtain open, and slowly blinked at you. You understood his message, taking the few steps to stand beside him. You went through your drying routine, getting his back and gently squeezing and scrunching his curls in a towel to dry them. There was no way he would be able to blow dry them tonight so you just took your time getting them as dry as possible. Eddie would start to doze off until the resistance of his hair pulling would wake him again.

The two of you got into position for Eddie to stand and pivot into the chair. You held on to him, and he held onto his towel, waiting for your count to stand. A quiet one, two, three had him pushing off of the shower seat with his leg.

But he was still tired, and he began to lose his balance. One hand shot to hold your arm, and the other grabbed the bar attached to the wall. You felt his body starting to go down and reflexively turned him towards his chair. His grip on the wall threw you off, causing you to fall into him when he finally let go and landed in his chair. 

You braced yourself against the arm rests as the floor was slick under you. The top half of your body was pressed into his, mimicking the closeness of an hug. When you went to pull away, you felt his grip on your arm tighten.

“Don’t move.” He says next to your ear.

“What?”

“My towel fell.”

You snort, resting your forehead against his shoulder, wet curls pressing into your skin. “Why do you have such a hard time keeping a towel on?” 

Ever since the first shower where he almost lost his towel, at least once a week his towel seems to find its way out of Eddie’s hands and onto the floor. 

To Eddie’s defense, it was hard for him to maintain his grip, and you couldn’t hold him up and keep his towel in place, so it was something you’d become accustomed to. If he could feel his towel slipping Eddie would usually give you a heads up so you could keep your eyes above belt level.

After a beat you can feel Eddie’s smile against your cheek. “Only around you,” he says with a sarcastic tone. You suck in a breath, and hope he can’t feel the heat that rises to your cheeks at his playful comment. 

“I’m starting to think you do it on purpose.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “If you close your eyes and move, I can reach the towel myself.”

“Okay,” you say, positioning your feet so you can stand up straight.

As you move your foot back, it bumps against something and catches you off guard. Reflexively, you open your eyes to look back and move your foot accordingly. Once you find your footing again, you shift to face forward once again. But, in your sleepy haze, you forget a crucial move; closing your eyes again.

Still looking down, your eyes manage to land directly where they’re not supposed to. 

It was like a car crash. You knew you shouldn’t gawk, but the site of Eddie’s dick as it lay against his leg had you frozen in place. It was long, reaching half way down his hairy thigh, and thick. What made it worse was that he looked half hard; whether on it’s way to full mast or starting to soften you couldn’t be certain.

Suddenly you became very aware at how revealing your costume was and how close your body had just been against his. Hell, you’d been touching and leaning against each other all night. Was he like this because of you? Surely not. You scold yourself for even thinking about it.

Regaining your composure, you push away from his chair and get your footing. You snap your eyes closed so quickly, hoping that he didn’t notice that you were looking. It felt like you had been staring for an eternity, the image of it seemingly tattooed into your corneas even as your eyes were closed, but in reality it was no more than a second. 

Even if you had seen it, you’d assured him plenty of times before that it wouldn’t be the first dick you’ve ever seen and it wouldn’t be the last with the field of work you were going into. But you also respected his privacy, maybe understanding a little more as to why he didn’t want you to see. If he said anything, you wouldn't make a big deal about it.

“Okay, you’re in the clear,” he says, his voice not giving any hint to if he knows what you saw. You open your eyes as he’s backing away and back into his room to get dressed, leaving you to clean up. Which you do quietly, willing Eddie’s dick out of your mind but failing as you pick up.

By the time you joined him in his bedroom, he was still in his chair, fully dressed and his head nodding forward as he tried to fight off sleep.

“Ready to get in bed?” You ask him in a low voice so not to startle him. 

He looks up at you drowsily, “Are you gonna stay the night?” You shake your head and his pouts up at you. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll be okay getting home. I’m…feeling very awake now.”

And you head plenty to think about on the drive home. It didn’t feel long enough to analyze everything, your thoughts spilling over as you stare up at your ceiling fan in bed. 

thank you for reading.

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[thebunniesgrim]

Helluva boss needs to slow down  

I know I know take of the century I'm so big brained  

What I mean is the show is too excited  

Its given us some good episodes sure but goodness  

(You just can’t top Ozzie's there will never be a better episode and I'm trying cope frankly)  

I understand that as a show grows older and is still in development things change visions shifts yeah, I got it.  

But Viv has said that that she plans for Helluva Boss to have multiple seasons like at least 3 or so she has time to work out all her ideas  

Why is she rushing?   

like slow down babes the show isn't going anywhere

This show is so excited to get to the fun stuff they don’t want to build it up. They want Stolas and Blizto’s slow burn and love story but don’t want to really build them up as people outside their relationship or even together in the relationship. anytime blitzo and Stolas hangout together its whenever some other 3rd party is around. In LooLoo Land its Octavia, in Ozzie's its moxxie and Millie, and in Seeing Stars its Octavia again I mean at this point she’s the catalyst for their relationship. When they don’t have someone else involved its sex for the book. Bltzo and Stolas haven't hanged out in a meaningful way. Without sex  

I saw in a tumbler post that in the Helluva boss poster the fact that Stolas is bigger on the poster than the main characters who are small and off to the side. It really tells you how the show is going so far.  

And it's true so?  

If you knew nothing about Helluva boss and saw that poster you’d think Stolas was a main character, the protagonist, or the villain.  

Stolas is in 90% of the episodes and is a side/supporting character, at least that’s what the wiki says.  

A supporting character is supposed to not be important to the main plot but still helpful to the protag  

The folks behind Helluva boss are picking favorites and you can tell in the eps  

How come we didn’t get to Moxxie’s family life till season 2? a main character! But we got to see Stolas family life? A supporting character? and we see his wife her reaction to the cheating, his daughter and her view on the situation. But we don’t know about Moxxies family till season 2 or Millies family where it’s dropped to focus on Moxxie and Striker and the pain games (Sally Mae wasn’t in the pain games).  

Helluva boss made it seem like from episode one it was going to be about a trio of imps and a hellhound going to the human world to kill people for sinners and how many times did they do that? Let's see 

Murder family   

C.H.E.R.U.B. 

Truth seekers off screen at the being (I'm assuming because why would they be on earth as a group? the only people I think who’d go on earth to fuck around is Blizto and Loona)  

And  

Ozzie's off screen at the beginning  

Imp has only done their job like what? A few times? On screen that we’ve seen  

The synopsis of the show says according to IMDb says: 

And then the wiki says:  

Like what is this show about? because we haven't got what we were promised like?  

Like I get that helluva Boss is a satirical show and we aren't supposed to really be reading into it but what is it satirizing? hell? Office shows? What?  

Even “edge” adult shows have some semblance of structure or plot you know? Like Rick and Morty or smiling friends (can't wait for more episodes tbh) 

Rick and Morty didn't have an episode about not physically going to alternate universe still what? Ep 8 season 1? I could be wrong  

And Smiling Friends didn’t have Pim and Charlie do their job (I.e., making someone smile) still the Halloween episode or if you don’t count holiday episodes. Episode 5 Who Violently Killed Simon S. Salty   

They stick to the structure of the show for a few episodes and then do other stuff you know?  

Helluva boss was like nah speed run! And did the other stuff in the second episode and didn’t return to it till ep 4. I don’t count Spring Broken because it doesn’t really feel like they're doing their job basically it's not the same set up of sinner comes to them, tell them back story, they go to earth shenanigans ensue, and they kill the target. They've only done their job twice on screen  

Even non adult shows like  

Wonder Over Yander (I'd love another season) they don’t have a story not about Wonder or Syliva till season 1 episode 7 about Westley  

Steven Universe didn’t have a townie episode till episode 5  

In the episodes about killing, we could have gotten more intel on how the characters feel about their job. How they feel about each other and stuff  

Also, this show can't take plot points seriously or do good foreshadowing or set up  

Ok so Ozzie’s my favorite episode I love it :) 

But  

So stolas and Bilzto have a falling out in the end of the episode.

gasp drama!  ikr?

But here’s the thing they messed up the flow with Seeing Stars let me explain (studios)  

It makes since to me that they wouldn’t talk the next episode sure give them time to stew in their misery. sure  

So, the next episode is Queen Bee, then The Circus all goes good gives us some backstory cool  

it's going well... Until  

Uh no

Oops

Fuck 

Seeing Starts where Stolas and Blizto are just talking to each other like normal like nothing is happening between them  

and  

Don’t say they're worried about Octivia because if that’s the problem they get sidetracked so much and Stolas just forgets about his daughter.  

Like instead of just killing the humans stopping them from getting to Octivia. you're telling me that Blizto couldn’t shoot the van door open? Or overtook the drivers and drove around LA?  

Press x to doubt bitch  

Also, the fact that Stolas “has his ways” to find blitzo without his book he couldn’t use that to find Octavia? Really?  

I'm starting to think they aren't royalty. More like upper middle class you know that family with a 2 story house and pool you feel me?  

Because you're telling me that you “need” security to a theme park but you're only child and heir is out here magically unsupervised? wow  

Also, Stolas hasn’t taught Octava how to use the book. You would think that with how many hits he has out for his head he’d teach Octavia to use the book by now. Stolas started when he was like 7? Just saying  

Anyways what I'm saying is they fucked up the flow for western energy.  

If they didn’t have Seeing Stars there it would have been fine frankly  

Also  Stolas getting hospitalized and being fine in Opps was much a slap in face  

Like homeboy was fucked up right?  

Like leg messed up  

arm broken  

he was stab! With a holy weapon!  

And 1 episode later he’s fine... what? You almost died dude! Are you not traumatized? Worried about your daughter? No? Ok.  

And then the conflict in Ozzie's gets resolved through text  

>laugh track<

Also set up for like villains is kinda screwy  

So, first 

Villains we haven't seen again  

The Cherubs and D.O.R.K.S. we haven’t seen then since episode 4 and 6 respectively we don’t know where they are or what they're up to at all.  

The cherubs are a direct conflict to they’re business and the dorks are literally a threat if they catch them all of hell is in trouble and Stolas, Blizto, Moxxie, Mille and Loona (possibly Octivia and Stella if they know about it) are like fucked and will most likely be killed by higher ups for putting everyone in danger. Idk seems more important than Blizto and Stolas sex life  

(Also, if heaven and hell exist for a fact does that mean in the Helluva and Hazbin verse does that mean there are people in hell who didn’t believe in the Christan God? Also, what if they were good people? no wonder hells overcrowded) 

It's fine if they did a villain of the week thing like the powderpuff girls but in PPG the villains came back! No matter how irrelevant or lame (unless it’s the cooties kid then sure also did that episode make anyone else uncomfortable as a kid?)  

Now Villains that did comeback 

Striker, Stella and Crimson or the S.S. Crim. as I call them  

heh you know like a boat :)

So stella was obviously a villain from the start but she didn’t openly threat stolas till Western energy as well as Striker that was his grand entrance. So stella and striker were a threat and stella didn’t show back up still and pose a threat till like 4 or 5 episodes later. Striker didn’t come back till like what 7 or 8 episodes later lol and Crimson only had to wait 2 episodes to come back. Quickest we have so far honestly.  

(also, we were rob of more robot Fizz I like the way they made his voice it was fun to listen to)  

And the reason they came back is because they're popular! And favorites of the fandom and the writers and the creator  

No one's making horny fan edits of the dork agents no one's putting the cherubs in their favorite characters list unless its Collon because Collon is cutest of the 3 so... they got that going for them  

But other than that  

They most likely aren't coming back and if they do color me surprised  

The show keeps setting up problems and setting up major events then just not doing anything with them  

Like?  

If Helluva Boss slowed down then Western energy could have been a perfect way to wrap up Ozzie's, made a call back to Blitzo’s trip in Truth Seekers, and foreshadowed Oops.  

Imagine  

The episodes are  

Ozzie's(the best episode) , Queen Bee, circus, (get rid of Seeing stars put it in season one or hold off) Exes and Oohs, then western energy 

Give Stolas and Blizto some room to brood over what happened at Ozzie's  

(throw unhappy campers somewhere in there if you have too)  

Stolas moxxie and Mille just got done fighting Striker to save Stolas (so many s’ in one place lol) or better yet Blizto by himself saving Stupid ass I mean Stolas. Oops sorry  

Because let's be honest the hospital scene was unneeded and Moxxie and Millie could have took Loona to the hospital. It wasn’t a bonding moment between Loona and Blizto it was a waste of animation and time.  

Blizto (and the M&M’S) are fighting Striker having some witty banter back and forth. Striker playing into Blizto’s insecurity about the relationship with Stolas to the point the background of the cave is becoming goopy before fixing itself and they win agent striker as he flees to spouts “I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!” setting up his return in Oops before one more cheap shot at Stolas maybe dropping a stalactite on Stolas or shooting Stolas with Holy bullet in a place that’s not fully lethal.  

Have stolas think he’s actually going to die from his injuries to keep Stolas from passing out or to stay conscious or whatever have Blizto talk to him (if moxxie and Mille are there have them drive and Blizto is the back with stolas). Stolas is using what little life he has left to apologies to Blizto fully say he’s sorry for getting him in this situation, sorry he put in a situation he doesn’t want to be in for his business, sorry for being embarrassed at Ozzie’s, sorry for treating him like a play toy. Yada yada yada yada  

Have Blizto be covered in the goop from his trip and have some of it drip on Stolas. The person he views as untouchable and clean being corrupted and stained by his goop.  

Have Blizto try to reassure Stolas that he’s going to be ok and that he’s not going to lose him too. Have green flames subtly lick at the background and foreground as he stares at stolas slowly dying. He’s going to lose him but he’s not going to let what he has with Stolas slip from him like his mother, sister, Fizz, Verosika, etc. He’s going to save him like he couldn’t save his mom or Fizzarolli. maybe have the voices from truth seekers whisper failure, loser, and other demeaning things to bilzto.  

Have Blitzo declare he isn't going to let Octavia go through what he went through with the loss of his mom. When they get to the hospital and help is on the way have Blizto about to say something to him like “we’re at the hospital everything is going to be ok” before his sentence cuts off and Stolas is unconscious and unresponsive. Have Blizto yell his name a few times heart broken and worried as the nurses and doctors whisk him away. And a single feather from stolas falls infront of Blitzo as he whispers “please be ok” or a soft sorry  

But hey I’m not writer or showrunner so hey what do I know  

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

A Halloween Bash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: You and Eddie attend a Halloween party at Reefer Rick’s lake house and step outside to have some fun in the back of his van. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), teasing, oral sex (m! receiving), sloppy blowjob, creampie, rough sex, slight spanking), slight dacryphilia, alcohol, soft!Eddie, fluff, slight!insecure!Eddie 

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with Eddie lately and I can’t stop writing about him!! I hope you enjoy this fic! And please request fics!

You sighed as you tugged your skirt down as your eyes scanned the crowded room. He was supposed to be here with you but you can’t find him. You had put on this stupid slutty demon costume to surprise Eddie and the bastard didn’t even show up. You huffed softly as you sipped on your cranberry and vodka as you kept looking around at the crowd. The music was blasting, people were grinding all over each other and they were laughing and yelling. 

You were about to give up when you saw a tuft of brunette hair and black leather, making you sigh in relief as you saw Eddie walk to the kitchen. Eddie spotted you immediately as he walked into the party and he strutted over you with a smirk as he saw your outfit. Tiny red dress with a garter and stockings, and those cute little red horns that adorned your head. You looked like something straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Hey, sweetheart. You look like one of my followers.” Eddie winked as he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you close.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, “You’re ridiculous and you’re late.” 

“Hellfire ran long.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair and kissed your head. “Sorry, for leaving you alone in this.” 

“All that matters is that you’re here now.” You sighed as you nuzzled into his chest before leaning on the wall. “We’re getting too soft.” 

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Maybe but I’m only soft on you.” He smirked and pulled back to grab a beer out of the fridge and he took your hand and pulled you outside and down to the dock and you two sat down on the edge.

“I’m surprised Rick would even throw a shitshow like this.” You chuckled as you looked over the still water. 

“It’s good for business, bring a bunch of people over, get them drunk enough to have them buy out his stock.” Eddie shrugged as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. 

“That sounds like him.” You chuckled as you finished off your Vodka and tossed the cup in the leaves. Eddie passed you a cigarette and lit it for you before lighting his own. “Why aren’t you wearing the costume I got you?” 

“Because it was cheesy. I think wearing a devil costume would really seal the deal on what people think about me.” He scoffed as he took a drag of his cigarette. 

“Fuck, what people think about you. They’re just a bunch of assholes. You know that.” You sighed as you took a drag of your cigarette. 

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed as he laid back on the dock. “Sometimes it feels like they're right.”

“Eds, come on. You know they’re wrong. You’re sweet and so kind for taking those boys under your wing. That’s the Eddie Hawkins should get to know.” You said as you laid your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. “Let’s forget about Hawkins for tonight. Let’s get drunk and high and have the best night of our lives.” You whispered as you laid on his chest.

“I don’t need to be high or drunk to have the best night of my life with you.” He sighed as he kissed your head, making you smile. You sat up and straddled his lap with a smirk as his hands moved down to your nylon clad thighs. “Just need you.” 

“Not here, Eds.” You whispered as you placed your hands on his chest. “Do you have your van?” 

He smirked and nodded as his hands rubbed your thighs, “Of course I do.” 

Eddie was quick to pick you up and carry you to his van. He had you lean against the side of the van as he unlocked it and quickly opened it to have you climb in. You laid against the backseat and he climbed on top of you with a smirk and he pulled the door close. He pinned you against the seat and kissed you passionately making you whine against his plush lips. His hands slid up your skirt and cupped your bare ass in his hands and he smirked once he felt the small red thong you had on. He kissed down your jaw leaving little marks on your skin, he always loved leaving marks on you, showing the world who you belonged to. 

“Mm, my little slutty demon.” He smirked as he sat back and shoved up your skirt to lean down and pull your thong off with his teeth. You giggled at the lewd act and he took the panties in his hand and brought it up to his nose and inhaled your scent. “Such a sweet scent. Gonna keep these.” He winked as he slipped them in his back pocket before pulling up your legs and pressed soft kisses to the inside of your leg. Nosing along the seams of the nylon stockings and down to where your thigh meets your hip and noses along the crease and down to your folds. 

“Eds, mm, please… I need you.” You whined softly as you felt his hot breath on your soaked folds. He smirked at your neediness and nuzzled his way in between your folds to nip at your clit softly, making you jump and whine louder. “Eddie!” You squealed once he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud. He always loved the noises you make for him especially when he takes his time winding you up before finally giving you what you want. 

“Mm, princess. You’re so wet. It’s practically pouring out of your cute cunt.” He smirked as he slid two fingers through your folds to collect your wetness before bringing it up to his lips and sucked them clean. “Sweeter than any candy.” 

“Eddie, please, please. I need you.” You whimpered as his ring adorned hands rubbed up and down your thighs gently. 

“What do you need from me, sweetheart. Use your words.” He smirked as his hands cupped your waist and leaned up to kiss your lips passionately. 

“I need your cock.” You whined against his lips as his hands pulled you closer to him. 

“That’s my girl.” He whispered as he flipped you two around so you were on top of him and your hands went down to his belt. He smirked as he watched you undo his belt and his jeans before you pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You bit your lip as you admired his hard cock, he was always so thick and leaking and it curved up against his stomach. You moaned softly at how delicious his cock looked and you bit your lip softly. 

“Eddie, let me take care of you.” You whispered as you take him in hand and stroke him slowly making him groan and buck his hips up fucking your fist. 

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He groaned and threw his head back as you stroked his cock slowly and you leaned down to take his cock down your throat. You licked him up and down before sucking on his head softly lapping at his tip. He ran his fingers through your hair pulling your head down making you gag around him. You moaned softly as he took control and started pounding in and out of your throat, groaning and praising how good you are and how good you feel. 

You hummed around him softly as he used your mouth for his own pleasure and it made your thighs clench as you became more and more wet. You swallowed around his cock moaning as his hands tugged and pulled on your hair. You took him down all the way till your nose was nuzzled in the hair at the base of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back as you gagged around him till you had tears running down your cheeks. You pulled off him with a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock making him groan as you looked up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and innocent eyes. 

“Sweetheart, I swear you are trying to kill me.” He groaned as he pulled you up to kiss your lips passionately as his arms wrapped around your hips pulling you closer. You straddled his lap to have his cock slide in between your folds perfectly making you moan as his head grinded against your clit. 

“Eds, I need you. Need you to fuck me.” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to kiss him softly. He grasped your hips and moved his hand down to line his cock up to your weeping cunt, before you slowly slid down on him. You gasped softly as you felt his cock slide deep inside of you he groaned loudly as his hands gripped your hips tight. “Eddie! O-oh!” You squealed as his hand spanked your ass and you started moving your hips up and down on his cock. 

“Baby, shit- fuck. You gotta slow down… fuck… or I’m gonna cum too early.” Eddie groaned as his hands stilled your hips. From how your mouth had worked him and now your walls clenching and pulsing around him, he was so fucking close but he wanted you to cum first. He knew he could go multiple rounds but he wanted to cum with you. He always cummed hard when he came with you. 

You smirked and ran your fingers through his hair as you gently kissed his neck. “Mm, you like my pussy that much, Munson? I feel that good?” You asked as you moved your hips up slowly squeezing your walls around him before moving your hips back down to take him all the way. 

“F-fucking hell. You tease.” He growled as his hands gripped your hips tight before spanking your ass. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” 

“Then do it, baby.” You purred in his ear as you cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss him passionately. He was quick to flip you two over and start pounding into your pussy, officially ruining you as you started moaning and whining loudly. He grunted and panted in your ear as he continued to pound into you. 

You gripped his shoulders tight and dragged your nails down his back trying to find something to hold onto. Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would and you cried out his name as your thighs shook but Eddie didn’t stop, not like you wanted him to. The overstimulation made you sob with the pleasure he was giving you. You swore you saw stars as he pounded into your sweet spot. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. You that cock drunk already? Already sobbing those pretty tears for me?” Eddie smirked as he sat back to pull your legs over his shoulders so he could watch his cock slide in and out of your sopping wet pussy. He bit his lip as he groaned at the lewd sight. “You look so pretty like this. All full of my cock, just so perfect.” He groaned as he slowed his thrusts down to just watch your throbbing pussy. “Prettiest damn sight,” You moaned as you looked up at him as he thrusted in and out of your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs tight while his soft brown eyes met yours with a smile. 

“Eddie, baby, please, cum with me. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside of your pussy. He smirked as he moved fast pounding into your tight cunt and you cried out his name as your back arched as you came for the second time making you squirt on his cock and his Hellfire shirt making him growl before thrusting deep in you and painting your soft walls with his cum. You moaned as you felt how warm his cum felt as it filled up your channel.

“So good, baby. Fucking perfect.” He sighed as he pulled your legs down to wrap them around your waist and you cupped his face to pull him down and kiss him passionately. He smiled against your lips as he kissed back and kissed down your jaw nipping on your skin softly making you giggle softly.

He pulled back to rest his head against yours and he ran his hands up your body to link his fingers through yours. “Love you, Eds.” You whispered as you squeezed his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his stubble covered chin. 

“Love you so much, sweetheart.” He smiled and he sat up and gently pulled out of you and you whined feeling empty. He smirked at your whine and he watched his cum slide out of your twitching cunt. “Look at that pretty sight.” He smirked and reached into the front seat to grab his Polaroid camera and snapped a shot of your leaking pussy. 

You blushed and closed your legs with a whine, “Eddie!” 

“What?” He chuckled as he grabbed the picture and smirked as it developed, “It’s for my personal collection.” He winked as he pocketed the picture after he slid his jeans on and tucked himself back in. You rolled your eyes as you sat up and grabbed one of his shirts that he had on the seat and cleaned yourself up before fixing your dress and climbed into the front seat to fix your makeup. “You still wanna go back to the party?” He asked as he saw you fixing your makeup.

“Well, yeah. Free food and booze. We’d be stupid not to.” You shrugged as you fixed your hair and your headband. 

“True and after we can go back to the trailer and watch horror movies but it won’t be the movies making you scream.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes as you looked over to him. 

“That was really bad.” You snorted as you climbed out of the van and he was quick to follow suit and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Mm, yeah but it made you laugh.” He winked as you two walked back to the house. 

“It was that bad!” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You love it.” He smirked and you nodded. 

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

#eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

every single book I read in 2022. all 129 of them.

jesus christ

let's start with the best of the best; everything else will get listed beneath the read more because I'm not an animal. even just picking out my favorites is honestly probably going to get pretty lengthy, even though I'm trying to keep the synopses short.

batmanisagatewaydrug's noteworthy books of 2022

Complaint! (Sara Ahmed, 2021) - necessary for anyone doing diversity work in higher education, tbh

America is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - achingly gorgeous novel of heartbreak and healing.

The School for Good Mothers (Jessamine Chan, 2022) - honestly? I feel very good calling this my favorite book of the entire year. sensitive, smart, chilling.

Black Feminist Thought (Patricia Hill Collins, 1990) - truly ashamed to say I didn't read this sooner. Collins' clear-eyed analysis remains crazily spot-on 30+ years later.

Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021) - I read this book so early in 2022 and literally have not stopped thinking about it since.

Batman: King Tut's Tomb (Nunzio DeFillippis, Christina Weir, José Luis García-López, and Kevin Nowlan, 2009) - dare I say the most fun I had with a comic all year.

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022) - a romance unlike any other. queer, fun, sexy, bold as hell, and joyfully life-affirming.

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez, trans. Megan McDowell, 2021) - DELICIOUSLY creepy short stories that will lurk in your brain forever.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century (Kim Fu, 2022) - if a more perfect short story collection exists I am yet to find it.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - I normally hesitate to include sequels on a list like this, but god DAMN Jemisin is the queen of modern spec fic for a reason.

We Do This 'Til We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice (Mariame Kaba, edited by Tamara K. Nopper, 2021) - excellent collection of Kaba's abolitionist writings, drawing on years of organizing experience and wisdom.

Jade City (Fonda Lee, 2017) - look out! new favorite doorstopper fantasy series alert!

Priestdaddy (Patricia Lockwood, 2017) - about the best damn memoir I've ever read. heartbreaking and hysterical in turns, poetry the whole way through.

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 1996 and 1999) - it's always so exciting when something much-hyped lives up to the hype in every way. Batman at his grim and moody Batmaniest with a Gotham that’s deliciously bleak.

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014) - I didn't think I'd like this book much at all, then ended up proposing on the second date. oops!

I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy, 2022) - you will also be glad McCurdy's mom died, and also experience every other known human emotion along the way.

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel, 2022) - SPLENDID mythology retelling + political fantasy.

My Body (Emily Ratajkowski, 2022) - haunting haunting haunting personal essays about Ratajkowski's life as a model and subsequent alienation from her own body.

Batman: Bruce Wayne, Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - genuinely what can I say I'm a messy bitch and I love when the Bats are having a terrible time.

The Batman Adventures Vol. 2 #1-17 (created by Dan Slott, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett, Terry Beatty, and Bruce Timm, 2003) - a continuation of the Batman: The Animated Series universe that frankly just fucking rules.

Little Rabbit (Alyssa Songsiridej, 2022) - a potent and erotic adult coming of age story.

The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021) - thorny, difficult, vital essays.

Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia (Sabrina Strings, 2019) - jaw-droppingly thorough research into the role of fatpobia played and plays in the project of race-making.

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong, 2019) - yeah so it turns out no one was REMOTELY exaggerating. Vuong really is That Good.

Hench (Natalie Zina Walschots, 2020) - wild fun with a ruthless protagonist and her sex villainous beetle man boss; what more could you ask for?

Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021) - learning about queer history makes me feel like I’m holding something so vibrant and fragile and precious right in my little queer hand. this book is an emotional journey in such a shining way.

Never Have I Ever (Isabel Yap, 2021) - EXCITING short story collection centered on girls having Just The Weirdest Time.

and everybody else:

fiction:

Light From Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki, 2021)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield, 2022)

A Tiny Upward Shove (Melissa Chadburn, 2022)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Becky Chambers, 2022)

Disorientation (Elaine Hsieh Chou, 2022)

The Laws of the Skies (Grégoire Courtois, trans. Rhonda Mullins, 2019)

The Monster Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2018)

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2020)

Greenland (David Santos Donaldson, 2022)

Dead Collections (Isaac Fellman, 2022)

The Halloween Moon (Joseph Fink, 2021)

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson)

Nightmare Alley (William Lindsay Gresham, 1946)

The Vegetarian (Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith, 2015)

The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka, trans. William Aaltonen, 1915)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi, trans. Geoffrey Trousselot, 2019)

Woman, Eating (Claire Kohda, 2022)

Long Division (Kiese Laymon, 2014)

Jade War (Fonda Lee, 2019)

No One is Talking About This (Patricia Lockwood, 2021)

Portrait of a Thief (Grace D. Li, 2022)

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020)

A Snake Falls to Earth (Darcie Little Badger, 2021)

Glitterati (Oliver K. Longmead)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Harrow the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2020)

Nona the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2022)

The Memory Police (Yoko Ogawa, trans. Stephen Snyder, 2019)

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022)

100 Boyfriends (Brontez Purnell, 2021)

Flowers for the Sea (Zin E. Rocklyn, 2021)

Any Way the Wind Blows (Rainbow Rowell, 2021)

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2012)

Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2022)

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. Jeremy Tiang, 2020)

short story collections:

The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer (Janelle Monáe, Yohanco Delgado, Eva L. Ewing, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Danny Lore, and Sheree Renée Thomas, 2022)

Walking on Cowrie Shells (Nana Nkweti, 2021)

Terminal Boredom (Izumi Suzuki, trans. Polly Barton, Sam Bett, David Boyd, Daniel Joseph, Aiko Masubuchi, and Helen O’Horan, 2021)

nonfiction:

Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (Judith Butler, 1990)

How to Read Now (Elaine Castillo, 2022)

Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work (Melissa Gira Grant, 2014)

What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat (Aubrey Gordon, 2020)

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da'Shaun L. Harrison, 2021)

Some of My Best Friends: Essays on Lip Service (Tajja Isen, 2022)

One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter (Scaachi Koul, 2017)

How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America (Revised Edition) (Kiese Laymon, 2020)

Sister Outsider (Audre Lorde, 1984)

Conversations with People Who Hate Me: 12 Lessons I Learned from Talking to Internet Strangers (Dylan Marron, 2022)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell, 2021)

World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments (Aimee Nezhukumatathil)

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, published as Julian Gill-Peterson, 2018)

Yoke: My Yoga of Self-Acceptance (Jessamyn Stanley, 2021)

A Queer History of Fashion: From the Closet to the Catwalk (edited by Valerie Steele, 2013)

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017)

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)

Read My Lips: Sexual Subversions and the End of Gender (Riki Wilchins, published as Riki Anne Wilchins, 1997)

poetry:

Short Talks (Anne Carson, 1992)

Content Warning: Everything (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022)

Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones, 2014)

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022)

Bright Dead Things (Ada Limón, 2015)

Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Patricia Lockwood, 2014)

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017)

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong, 2016)

Time Is a Mother (Ocean Vuong, 2022)

comics:

Batman: One Bad Day - Mr. Freeze (Gerry Duggan, Matteo Scalera, and Dave Stewart, 2022)

Spandex - Fast and Hard (Martin Eden, 2012)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour (Tee Franklin, Max Sarin, and Marissa Louise, 2022)

Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert, 2009)

The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes (Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith, Mike Dringenberg, and Malcom Jones III, 1988)

The Sandman: In the Doll's House (Neil Gaiman, Michael Zulli, Mike Dringenberg, Chris Bachalo, Malcolm Jones III, and Steve Parkhouse, 1989)

The Sandman: Dream Country (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcolm Jones III, Colleen Doran, and Charles Vess, 1991)

The Sandman: Season of Mists (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcom Jones III, Mike Dringenberg, Matt Wagner, P. Craig Russell, George Pratt, and Dick Giordano, 1992)

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, Stan Woch, and George Pratt, 1993)

Run, Riddler, Run (Gerard Jones and Mark Badger, 1992)

Catwoman: When in Rome (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 2005)

Batman: Year One (Frank Miller and David Mazzicchello, 1986)

Batman: One Bad Day - Penguin (John Ridley, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Cam Smith, and Arif Prianto, 2022)

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002)

Batman: One Bad Day - Two-Face (Mariko Tamaki, Jaiver Fernandez, and Jordie Bellaire, 2022)

Batman & Robin Eternal Vol 1 & Vol 2 (James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder, 2015 and 2016)

Batman: Their Dark Designs (James Tynion IV, Guillem March, and Tomeu Morey, 2020)

The Joker War Saga (James Tynion IV and Jorge Jiménez, 2021)

Papergirls Vol. 1-6 (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2016-2019)

Real Hero Shit (Kendra Wells, 2022)

Poison Ivy #1-6 (G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara, 2022)

and some gaming guides!

Monster of the Week (Michael Sands, 2012) - great game. so cool. cannot wait to actually play it someday.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians (April Kit Walsh, 2021)

special shame zone because I want you to know how bad this sucked, do not read this:

Rethinking Sex: A Provocation (Christine Emba, 2022). patronizing, puritanical, reductive, painfully cisheteronormative. weirdly afraid of group sex. not actually that provocative, just aggressively Catholic.

and last but most certainly least, a comic that I want to remind you all fucking sucked just one more time before the year is done.

Batman: One Bad Day - The Riddler (Tom King and Mitch Gerads, 2022)

Tom King, go fuck yourself. Mitch is cool though, the art slapped.

#bookblr #if you find a typo in here no you didn't xoxo #feel free to tell me your thots or ask about any of these i love to talk about my unhinged reading habit

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Dream On

Perhaps a bit of a shorter post than some of my recent/previous ones, but Voiceplay's video for Dream On is certainly far from dull, and the arrangement (a collaboration between Rob Dietz and Geoff) is absolutely killer!

The video for Dream On was released on the 9th of April, 2022, and features Omar Cardona, back again!

Don't have a ton to say about outfits/costuming in this one (though shoutout to Geoff, who is credited with "costuming look", as well as co-direction and overall video (he's a polymath genius I swear)), but might as well "shine a spotlight" on everyone individually, since I don't expect to have a lot to say for this video otherwise, and the vocalists all start off by themselves in the video before "banding together".

Hey Geoff isn't the only one with exposed shoulders for once! 😝

Cesar is, yet again, a style icon. And according to an interview he did with Mortius (that was simultaneously a reaction video for Dream On), the little "smoky eye"/eyeliner look he's got going on here was his idea! Love that for him!

(Also shoutout to Rick Underwood for yet again being a makeup whiz!)

Actually wait I forgot, uncovered shoulders actually outnumber covered shoulders in this one!

(Also this was filmed in some old school I believe? I think maybe Cesar's old school or something?)

There he is! <3

(Also love the fingerless gloves 👌)

Random fun fact: I used this shot about a month ago (though for you reading this it'll be more like 2-2.5 months ago) as a pose/proportions reference!

(And peep the little white-grey streak of hair framing his face <3 )

And of course I haven't forgotten about Layne! (No clue what he's wearing over his shirt, but my brain always thinks of a bulletproof vest, though that's obviously not correct)

(Also it's getting frankly a little embarassing now that back in my This Is Halloween post I was like "hey is that tattoo on Layne's wrist real? I've literally never seen it before", when apparently it has been visible at least a couple of times since, and I'm obviously not always as observant as I like to think I am 😅)

Fun fact: apparently Omar and Cesar are good friends, stemming from the fact that they used to be roommates? And now one of them is a permanent Voiceplay member, and the other is a frequent Voiceplay collaborator? (And had sung with them before Cesar joined the group, even). What are the odds? Like how freaking close-knit is the singing/acapella community in Florida?

(Btw that is one hell of a mohawk, Cesar! Go off!)

Group shot! (Also peep the book just behind Eli and Omar (that I only just noticed) - is that the same one Eli was holding/drawing in earlier?)

(Cesar matching Geoff with the fingerless gloves!)

"So how many lines and textures do you want in your clothes for this one?" "Yes" (No seriously, there is a lot going on with the outfits in this one. I'm not judging or criticising, but I would hate to try and draw them!)

Very brief but very cool distortion effect!

Obligatory "he's so pretty" screencap 😁

Screw it, have another Geoff hair study!

(I'm amassing a fair collection of these now, though I'm contemplating going and doing some more for older videos at some point so I can have a better visual representation of the main stages of growth, before it reached shoulder-length)

Is Layne in the freaking boiler room or something? (I'm not super familiar with boiler rooms (not super common in Australia, that I know of), but that looks like that would be an example of one!)

The "tenor trio" absolutely giving this performance their all! (As they always do, of course)

I'm doing this post on the same day (or well, night now) as the post I did for The Dragonborn Comes, so I'm still eagerly awaiting the video for Omar's newest collaboration with Voiceplay, and I can barely wait! It's gonna be amazing, I can feel it!

#voiceplay #acapella #dream on #dream on aerosmith #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #omar cardona #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

[prianya]

Hi! I'm not sure if I'm doing this right so please forgive me if I'm not.

Could I request something romantic with either Etho or Scar?

I love your writing and I hope you have a lovely day/night/whatever time it is for you!

Costume Negotiations

Etho x Reader ▪︎ Romantic

Word Count ▪︎ 605 words

Summary ▪︎ Despite your best efforts, you can never get a moment to study. This time, your boyfriend has some interesting, Halloween themed, ideas.

Note ▪︎ Back at it again with the college AU! Also, your request was absolutely perfect! I chose Etho because I have three Scar pieces to be posted, and I hope you enjoy! Also, @boop-ity, this was the fic that the pointless poll went with.

After every time you've ever had your focus interrupted, this time would take the cake. You were studying for an important test, with the grade on the assesment taking up a good portion of your overall grade, when you heard small taps on your window. You ignore the taps, not feeling like listening to whatever shenanigans one of your friends have planned. The taps persist, and you decide to open the window to save yourself from snapping another pen.

You push open the window, and lean out to see who was on the ladder under it. Etho's face is what meets you, and he's halfway up the ladder under your window frame. You steady the ladder for him, and effectively stop the source of the annoying taps.

"What are you here for, Etho? It's almost 11 at night," you call gently. Etho focuses on climbing the ladder, and then presses a sweet kiss to your lips when he reaches the last of the rungs.

"I wanted to ask you about something," he says simply, and you cross your arms at the vague wording.

"Ask me about what?" you reply, and Etho only grows more enthusiastic at whatever idea he had in his head.

"I was thinking, what if we went rick or treating together? Just think about it, it would be fun and we would get candy," he smiles at you, as if trying to convince you to sat yes to his ridiculous idea.

"I'm not going trick or treating with you, Etho. You're a grown man, and we have class tomorrow," you roll your eyes and shut the window in his face. Etho stayes poised on the ladder with a pout, and repeatedly knocks on the panes of glass.

You roll your chair across the room, and grab your phone from the nightstand. Still sitting, you snap a picture of Etho's pitiful look and send it to the group chat. The first person to open the image is Cleo, who sends 'lol' in response. As soon as Bdubs opens it, you can hear Etho's phone ringing. Through the window, you see Etho reach for his phone and fall backwards slightly, throwing out his arms for balance.

"Come on, please just trick or treat with me!" Etho says after he regains his balance, and you hear a faint voice, Bdubs, agreeing with him. With a sigh, you open the window, and watch as Etho slides in the window awkwardly. He makes a small thud as his knees hits the floor, and pushes himself to a stand.

"As I was saying, you're Frankenstein and I'm the bride," he says, draping himself across your bed, and hanging up on Bdubs despite his protests.

"Absolutely not. Plus, why are you the bride?" you scoff at him, and continue to write your notes.

"I'm the bride because I want to wear the dress, duh." You roll your eyes once again at his words, and spin to face him.

"If we're going as Frankenstein and his bride, I'm the bride." Etho shakes his head at your words.

"No dice. I'm the bride, or we don't go."

"I didn't even want to go, Etho," you say confused, and he pauses.

"Oh right." You sigh at him, and spin in slow circles in your chair.

"We can go, but only if you buy me tacos after," you eventually offer up, and Etho perks up at your words.

"Deal! I'll get you all the tacos you want, and I'll even share my candy with you!" He bounces on the bed, excited at the idea of trick or treating with you. You just shake your head, a fond smile covering your face.

#hermitcraft x reader #ethoslab x reader #etho x reader #pri writes!!

[butcherlarry]

Thank you @januariat for the tag!

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

I saw this list and started laughing SO HARD. Can you all tell? Can you all tell that I have been playing a lot of BG3???

Raphael's Final Act by Borislav Slavov - Oh my god, when I heard this song during the boss battle, it launched BG3 to the top of my list of favorite video games (which isn't a lot because I have only recently gotten into playing them). And Raphael is such a dramatic little bitch, I love him.

Overcompensate by Twenty One Pilots - I started listening to these guys in college and continue to follow them. They just have fun songs to sing along to, which is an important quality to me.

Turtles All the Way Down by Sturgill Simpson - I think I've mentioned before that I've become obsessed with Sturgill Simpson. I love this song, but I love the bluegrass version better. This is another song that's fun to sing along to.

A LIGHT THAT NEVER COMES - Rick Rubin Reboot by Linkin Park, Rick Rubin - When I was an edgy middle schooler (is that even a thing? Middle school me felt like it) I loved Linkin Park. I had all of their albums at the time, and all of those lyrics memorized. I really like this reboot of this song, it just slaps. Also fun to sing along to.

Surgery of a Hope by Borislav Slavov - Lmao, another BG3 song. I think it has a harpsichord playing in it? Whatever that instrument is, I love the sound it makes. And the lady singing along makes it super eerie. I will most likely be adding this to my Spoopy Halloween playlist.

Overcompensate (edit) by Twenty One Pilots - An edit of the song above. Still fun to listen too :)

A Good Look by Sturgill Simpson - Listen. LISTEN. Do yourself a favor and watch this music video on YouTube. Then watch the music video to Sturgill's song Sing Along. You won't be disappointed.

Saturday in the Park by Chicago - This is probably on here because of my playlist labeled "I'm In Dad's Truck, and the Classic Rock Station is On." I listen to it a lot in the meat lab when I'm working in the cooler with my coworker because we both enjoy this music.

The Legacy of Bhaal by Borislav Slavov - Another BG3 song. I just really like the heaviness and the male voices that sing in it.

Jumpsuit by Twenty One Pilots - Again, if I can sing along to a song, I will listen to it a lot, which I can with this one.

Oh boy, ten people to tag! Let's see if I can do this (and no obligation to participate, only if you want to!) @beachcat0772 @pinesfamfan @violent138 @24hrsoda @haiocyn @davantagedenuit @everythingis---redacted @halehathnofurythnofury @ktkat99 @sunny-in-gotham

and if anyone else sees this and wants to participate, go for it! This was fun!

#thank you for the tag januariat! #tag game

[forffax]

1-3, 6, 14, 22-24, 28-30!

hehe thank you chase!! 1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle Roman - TOOBOE The Man - The Killers Blood Capsules - The Mountain Goats good songs! :] blood capsules is my fav mountain goats song i think and ofc. tooboe <3

2. three last songs you listened to Mass Destruction - Persona 3 OST Desire Drive - 東方神霊廟 ~ Ten Desires OST Squidy Holly - Chirpy Chirps that last one is just buddy holly by weezer but splatoon. i listen to a lot of game osts and related songs jshdfgs 3. three songs you were recently obsessed with Yoyuyoku - inabakumori Necromantic - 暁Records Entrusting This World to Idols ~ Idolatrize World - 東方鬼形獣　～ Wily Beast and Weakest Creature OST They weren't lying that doki doki sure can waku waku. yoyuyoku makes me think of my ocs and idolatrize world is just a really really good final boss theme <3 6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible) I will be honest if I think a song is So Sucks it's just Gone from my brain forever unless I hear it again </3 Also generally i love it when things Sound Kinda Bad so I can't even say Temporary Secretary or smthn sdjfkgs. I guess taking this more as "songs that were just kinda disappointing" a lot of game osts for remakes of beloved older games r like this for me? they often sound "cleaner" but they really lose some of the Crust and Crunch that made the old osts so good (thinkin abt specifically the P3 remake's version of Mass Destruction and also some of the remastered tracks in the XC1 remake)

14. three songs you want at your wedding Together Forever - Rick Astley Smooth - Neil Cicierega Don't Let's Start - They Might Be Giants these are for goofs but that's the charm of them i think. rick astley jumpscare.

22. three songs you listen to when you’re sad Dramaturgy - Eve Leopard - Jack Stauber Anyone Who's Anyone - Fleet Foxes Kinda surprised it took this long for fleet foxes or jack stauber to show up (I am typing these up massively out of order) but they're both v dear artists/groups to me. fun fact I only found out that fleet foxes were a local band (relative to me) way after I started getting into their music :] their ep is my fav of all their stuff tbh! if i ever got lyrics tattooed on me it would be from anyone who's anyone i think. 23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up Matoryoshka - Hachi Saudade - Porno Graffitti Blue Monday - New Order sjkdfhs Matoryoshka is here mainly bc it will pop into my head when I'm getting ready for work </3 also the version of blue monday i linked is a weird fuckin remix with what i can only describe as vaugely halloween noises and someone biting into an apple put in? but im obsessed with the synth bass line they added so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

24. three favourite old songs (Tried to go with specifically before 1970 for these <3) Sing Sing Sing - Benny Goodman (originally by Louis Prima) Tainted Love - Gloria Jones Take Five - Dave Brubeck me in a big t shirt that says I LOVE BIG BAND JAZZ <3 I would be remiss if I didn't also mention Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington... good stuff! I also inculded the gloria jones version of tainted love bc it rules and most ppl only know the soft cell 80s cover </3 26. three favorite non-English songs Higan (remake) - john Float Play - inabakumori Re:Re: - ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION was almost Whoops All Vocaloid but I wanted the self-cover of higan and also akfg my beloved <3 Also shoutouts to Bad Apple!! my friend bapple... I've been listening to a lot of japanese music recently (and in general) so I'd say my ratio of english to japanese songs is abt 40/60 sdhfgs

28. three best songs to get drunk or high to Michael - Franz Ferdinand Mouth Flash - Hakushi Hasegawa This fffire (New Version) - Franz Ferdinand i think i got really high one night and just listened to a bunch of franz ferdinand so i've got that association in my head sdjfhvs. don't know if I've ever gotten high and listened to hakushi but it would be An Experience i think!! (also had no idea this fffire was in that cyberpunk show huh. maybe make more ppl listen to franz ferdinand outside of Take Me Out skjdfbs)

29. three songs that influenced you most If I Ever Feel Better - Phoenix Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie Crystal Ball - Keane these all mean so much 2 me and were "my" songs during different parts of my life :]

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above) o (__*) - Hakushi Hasegawa 春嵐 - john Black Burning Heart (demo) - Keane PLEASE do check out all of hakushi hasegawa's discography if u like the above song, their stuff is weird and loud and i've been obsessed ever since i first heard it... shun-ran is my pinned post 4 a reason! the song ever. and i'm not super big on most of keane's demos, but black burning heart & again and again are v good <3 Also didn't get a chance to mention these bands/groups but they're very important 2 me so here they are, in no particular order: I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Depeche Mode, Junko Yagami, Arcade Fire, The Shins, GALNERYUS, Yes, Dog Blood, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, The Cure, The Clash, Charles Mingus, Red Vox, pinocchioP, 煮ル果実, Ado, COOL&CREATE, 魂音泉... and probably more im forgetting <3

#THANK YOU AGAIN CHASE!!! #long post #ask games #matoitech

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Ohhh mechanic Tord! That'd be perfect actually, thank you

And hehe Tord yes :) Lucky for him the cult mostly leave him be at the start, because when they first tried to send someone to the house Matt ripped the hood off and sucked the poor guy's blood. The gang do feel like they're being Watched at times though

Okay I have more things actually

I think I've decided that everyone moves in post-The Stars bc I think that has the most potential (imagine the four having the Happy Fella for a bit lol). Bing, Larry and the Rejects were there before The Stars tho

Rick gets jobs at the places Matt, Tord, and Tom work at at various different points. He bonds with Tom the most (they got drunk on shift together a couple times before Rick was inevitably fired)

Laurel and Jon are besties, and Laurel keeps trying to get Eduardo to be nicer to Jon. Similar to the Hatzgang warming up to Skid and Pump, Eduardo actually does treat Jon better as the AU goes on

Kevin hates Eduardo, is indifferent to Mark, and likes Laurel and Jon

Tom can't be Stars'd (gee I wonder why), however if the boys were to meet Eyes in person it'd be WAY later

Eduardo moved all over the place while he was growing up, i.e. my way of explaining why he has a Spanish name, a Brooklyn accent, and was in England

The boys keep getting in trouble with the law, whether it be John and Jack or Captain and Shotgun

Highkey thinking of making Jon work at the theater with Radford

Tord's Halloween costume in Tender Treats is the Red Army uniform and pickelhaube to go with Edd dressing as a zombie and Matt dressing as a vampire (again, no Red Army, just a fun reference. Paul and Pat either have different costumes or no costumes). The spike on his hat comes in handy later on, heehoo

Been weighing on it and I think Paul and Pat's associated colors will be burgundy and mustard yellow, respectively. More sold on Paul than Pat tbh. Paul wears a coat and Pat wears a blazer

Assuming everyone is in the SM style, RL Matt is the only character with an actual skintone. His face is still an actual photo (I'm imagining it similar to how Pelo depicts Susan Wojcicki in some of his animations), but there's a bag over it bc everyone thinks he's hideous

Lowkey wanna give Tomatoredd's black eye a white pupil because I think it would fit

I LOVE ALL OF THIS!! so so so sorry I didnt get to this sooner FDBSJHSNS

also TORD. TORD WHY DO U NEED THE SPIKE. TORD R U OK

#I love this actually #bestie aus #GO SUPPORT THE BESTIE!! #kat rambles

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Cause, Baby You’re a Haunted House Now

A part of my Double Date Fright series

Read on AO3

The crackle of fake lightning and a blood curdling scream greet them when they step through the iron gates, the gate slamming dramatically and mechanically with way more screeching noise than it actually could make.

“Isn’t the scary house that leads to a Halloween party a bit overplayed now?” John says stopping beside a scarecrow that’s seen better days. “Don’t we see enough daily horrors to not have to endure a scary house to get to a good drink?”

“Oh, don’t be a grump,” Zatanna says stepping in front of him tugging at the brown leather straps of his gun holster. She’s once again gone all out on their costumes accurate down to John’s recent haircut with Rick and Evelyn O’Connell looks for the party. She firmly believes you can never go wrong with The Mummy or Brendan Fraser. “Ollie went all out this year. And I may or may not have helped Dinah steal one of the Bat credit cards to help pay for it all.”

“Well that makes it more fun automatically,” he says with a smile leaning down to kiss her. It doesn’t last as long as either of them would like though, the scarecrow beside them choosing the moment their lips meet to come to life waving its arms around and cackling, startling them apart from one another.

The scarecrow dies down just as John punches it in the arm annoyed. Zatanna bats his hand down playfully preventing him from doing the poor fake scarecrow any more harm tangling their fingers together and tugging at him to move towards the door.

“This used to be a frat house,” Zatanna explains as they walk up the stairs. “Evidently the hazing had gotten actually criminal and Connor helped shut it down so the university rents it out for events now. When I came by last week they had a wicked set up going on, Dinah gave me a full tour.”

John just hums in response pushing open the cracked door with his foot. A slightly different Halloween sounds soundtrack cd greets them, this one featuring the moaning and groaning of some non-descript monster and the howls of wolves. The space before them is covered in fake cobwebs and gothic looking gargoyle statues. The lights are down, just on the right setting for spooky and a table with a sign reading ‘to your doom’ in fake blood with an arrow pointing to the right is just visible enough certain to be the first thing you see.

“The stairs are actually to the left, the signs a misdirect so you have to go through more spooky closet jumpers etc. etc.,” she says tugging John the proper direction.

They walk the only sounds greeting them the fake tunes coming from the speakers above.

“Are we particularly early for this thing?” John asks when they pass yet another door that nothing jumps out of. He hasn’t spotted a single other person running through these halls, one’s that know the route to the party or not. There’s no screams or shouts coming from anywhere that aren’t artificial. It’s all just empty and oddly quiet.

“We’re actually late,” Zatanna says swinging their joined hands between them. “Because someone got distracted about how good someone else looked in their costume.”

John huffs bumping his shoulder into hers. “You say that like you aren’t the one who initiated that distraction.”

“I did say someone,” she says with a flirtatious smirk nudging back at him. John chuckles just as a door finally bursts open beside him, a plastic skeleton covered in fake viscera with a dull plastic knife jumping out at him.

He jumps, pushing Zatanna away on instinct and letting out a shriek he’s not entirely proud of. Zatanna laughs at him stepping back into his space tucking her fingers into the waistband of his pants turning him away from the skeleton.

“The parties probably just in full swing on the third floor and we just get the mechanical spooky stuff cause we’re so late,” she says pulling him into her just a bit.

“Maybe,” he hums. He moves to wrap his hands around her waist when he feels a touch at his shoulder, he looks down Zatanna’s hands both still occupied with keeping him close. “Zee,” he says warningly just as her eyes go wide; the touch on his shoulder becoming firmer. He twists, Zatanna pulling him back as the fake skeleton thrashes at him from where it’s attached to its springing mechanism, the knife swipes out at John just barely missing him. The knife that a few seconds ago was clearly plastic now sporting a shining gleam of real steel.

Zatanna lifts up a hand as the skeleton continues to thrash violently, shaking itself nearly off the mechanism to which it’s attached. “Llaf trapa,” she shouts at it and the skeleton does just that falling to pieces in a pile on the floor.

Zatanna steps cautiously towards the pile leaning down and picking up the knife, she presses the tip to her index finger with a small hiss a bit of blood trickling out.  

“We need to get upstairs,” Zatanna says tossing the knife onto a nearby side table while sticking her finger in her mouth cleaning away the blood. At her feet, one of the skeleton hands moves, scuttling towards her grabbing her foot. She kicks it off in an instant, the bones hitting the wall, a few fingers falling off from the impact. The other hand tries it’s best to get at her, but John’s quick to press his boot down on the bony wrist stopping it in its tracks. The hand grips at the carpet for a second before sending just it’s middle finger up right at John.

“Rude fuckin’ hand,” he says before stamping down on the hand, crushing it to bits.

“We definitely need to get upstairs,” Zatanna says holding out a hand that he instantly takes. They rush down the hall without incident before turning a corner that reveals the stairs. They hit the first step when they hear the growl. Not like the fake hollow one’s like the speakers are still letting out.

The growl gets louder at the top of the stairs a hulking black dog with eyes glowing red looking down at them. The monster snarls, green and black gunk slobbering from its mouth and dropping down onto the ground burning acidic when it lands.

“There was an animatronic hellhound Roy was setting up in the hall when I came by last week,” Zatanna whispers never moving her eyes from the creature. They step back slowly, as the hellhound takes two stairs down towards them.

They ease down from the stairs nearly round to the corner where they just came from. The hellhound gets impatient bounding down the stairs.

“Run!” John yells and they both take off heading back towards the front of the house, the hellhound not far behind them. John looks back even though he knows he shouldn’t, watching as the hellhound spits at them. Zatanna comes to a halting stop John running right into her back.

“The door’s gone,” she says matter of factly and John looks up to where there very much was a door not so long ago.

The hellhound comes to a stop not far from them, close enough they can feel it’s hot breath. They stare each other down, like the hound is just waiting for them to try and run again so he can snap at his prey.

“Brainssssss,” a deep voice echoes from behind them. Zatanna makes the move spinning to see a faster than the movies describe zombie ambling towards them. She squints trying to get a closer look at the pirate fashioned zombie, familiarity clicking into place.

The arrival of the new player distracts the hellhound, the creature sniffing the air and turning its acidic growls towards the zombie instead of them. The zombie rushes at them Zatanna pushing John out of the way so the hellhound and the zombie collide without them stuck in the middle.

“Okay, I’m not above hiding, let’s hide,” she says in a rush using her magic to slam open a nearby coat closet door hoping on everything it’s empty. She ushers John inside looking back over her shoulder just in time to see the tumble between the zombie and the hellhound come to its end, the zombie taking a large bite from the wolf’s neck.

She slams the door shut once she’s in locking it with her magic while John grasps around above them finding a pull chain to a light. Luckily nothing jumps out at them when light fills the small space.

“That was definitely not a fake hellhound,” Zatanna says breathing heavily but staying as quiet as possible pressed up against John. “And that zombie pirate sure looked a hell of a lot like Oliver.”

“Eh, he kinda always looks like that doesn’t he?” John says with a smirk.

Zatanna rolls her eyes. “Says the man who hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in a month.”

“Ouch,” John says leaning an arm over her. “True, but ouch.”

“Something very definitely magic related is going on here. Decorations are coming alive and unless Oliver has had a run in with some zombie teeth in the last 24 hours or died and came back and didn’t mention it I’d bet that was his costume and he became it,” Zatanna reasons out loud. The sounds of the rumble between zombie Oliver and the hellhound start to cease outside the door. They wait a bit longer, until the shuffling of feet disappears completely.

Zatanna unlocks the closet door the two of the sneaking out quietly sidestepping over the mangled body of the hellhound. They’re hyper aware of their surroundings as they move quietly back to where they came from. The stairs are gone, no longer where they’d been when their encounter with the hellhound began.

Zatanna lets out a frustrated huff pulling John along the opposite way. They walk for what seems like forever, luckily running into nothing but their shadows and the faint smell of real blood soaked sheets where fake blood once was.

“Stairs!” she says just a little too loud, gritting her teeth when John looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She can’t help it; she’s never been this excited to find stairs. They don’t bother with being slow up the stairs this time, taking off in a run till they hit the top.

They pause, John just a little winded from the speedy run up the stairs. Zatanna takes the pause to look around, peeking around every corner for another unwanted arrival and finding nothing.

A blood curdling scream comes from the speakers startling her as her eyes trail along all the shut doors that could hold some monster inside of them.

“Alright I need the rattle chains and shit to stop or I’m gonna go insane,” she says keeping an eye on the hall. John drags a chair over stepping up on it and pulling at the chords attached to the speaker above them.

“Thank the lord,” she says letting out a relieved breath when the sounds go quiet.

“John’ll do,” he replies cheeky as he brushes his hands off and Zatanna huffs a tiny laugh. The rumbling of heavy footsteps is easy to hear now that the spooky sounds have ceased. But the thing making the sound moves faster than their own reaction times, a massive werewolf tackling John right off the chair.

Zatanna lifts her hand to send magic flying at the wolf, but the way that it and John roll across the floor makes her hesitate not wanting to accidentally knock John out instead of the wolf.

John wrestles with it banging into the wall hard and Zatanna winces, his poor, already sore at any given moment back will not take that hit well. John soldiers through the pain though rolling until he gets his arms and legs around the wolf just right, holding the creature still.

The wolf lets out a dog like whimper as John holds it tight around the neck, not enough to kill but enough to knock the wolf into unconsciousness. When the wolf finally starts moving John let’s go pushing the beast off to the side, laying on the ground his breath heavy.

Zatanna steps over him to inspect the wolf, lifting one of its long-nailed hands.

“He’s a Lantern,” she says moving the arm so John can see the ring on the beast’s finger hidden beneath the fur.

“Shit,” John says lifting up from off the ground. “So anything we run into very well may be someone we know? Good thing I didn’t kill him, I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of that from the capes.”

Zatanna drops the wolfs hand to the ground and walks back over to John lifting the arm that’s dripping blood down onto the carpet.

She undoes the little black tie around her collar and wraps it around the wound on John’s forearm gingerly.

“Do you think you can get turned into a werewolf if the werewolf isn’t a real werewolf?” John asks through gritted teeth as Zatanna tightens the cloth around his arm.

“Probably not,” she says scanning the hall for any signs of any other creatures. They’re alone again thankfully. Zatanna curls her fingers around the single leather suspender connecting his holster to his belt keeping him close as they creep through the hallway slowly.

It’s quiet, way too quiet as they move until they reach the split at the end of the hall, the door is gone and now it seems that the halls are moving. Zatanna hasn’t the first clue which way to go now. They look at one another, then both directions before meeting each other’s eyes again. They shrug at the same time and Zatanna pulls him to the right.

“Do you hear that?” she whispers after a few steps, ears straining for the faint sound of scratching. Before John can answer the scratching gets a little louder and is followed up by what sounds like a bird’s squawk.

John juts his chin out towards a nearby door, Zatanna unfurls her fingers from his suspender whispering a quiet spell under her breath bringing globes of purple magic to her fingers. John slips behind her pulling one of the fake pistols from his holsters and flipping it so the handle is at the ready to strike.

John slips an arm around her waist grabbing the doorknob, their eyes meet briefly and then he pulls the door open. Something or someone, Zatanna realizes quickly, covered in bright feathers tumbles out at them and she pulls back her magic at the last second recognizing the face underneath the ruffles.

“Dinah?” she says pushing John back a bit.

Dinah squawks at her. “Dammit,” she says her voice coming out a little higher than usual. “I really wish I could stop that.” She squawks again on the end of her words. She looks like Dinah, but like a Dinah who fell into a vat glue and then a vat of colorful feathers. She’s still got arms and legs and there’s the vague outline of her regular clothes under there. She’s just got way more plumage than the average person.

“You really took Oliver’s little nickname for you to heart, huh?” John says with a snicker as he re-holsters his weapon.

“I don’t-squawk!-want to hear it,” Dinah replies in frustration.

Zatanna reaches out a hand plucking at one of the feathers. “Ow!” Dinah says and Zatanna smiles at her in apology.

“So you were the parrot to Oliver’s zombie pirate, huh?” she says crossing her arms.

Dinah nods taking a deep collecting breath. “I just didn’t want to do the zombie part. Which in hindsight-squawk!-was probably a good thing since it’s the only reason I’m still able to talk to you now,” she pauses for a beat before reaching out and holding Zatanna’s shoulder. “Oh, no Ollie. You saw him? Is he okay?”

“Define okay,” John says and Dinah’s big sad bird eyes start to look wet.

“He’ll be fine, once we get to be the bottom of this,” Zatanna says reaching out a reassuring hand to Dinah while shooting John an annoyed look. He rolls his eyes a bit and she rolls hers right back. “What happened tonight Di?”

Dinah squawks once and groans in frustration. “Everything was fine, party was in full swing. People were loving the spooky house; the kids were loving getting to jump out and scare everyone. It was a blast, there was one little snafu where Emiko sliced her finger while cutting the cake before people started arriving, but it was nothing to write home about. Then about an hour into things stuff started happening. A spider that I could have sworn was faked moved and the fake brain in the bowl started to actually smell a little off; people kept getting way more lost than they should have in the scary house levels. And then it became pretty clear something was up when Hal turned into a literal werewolf when his costume wasn’t even that good in the first place. Ollie and I chased after him when he ran but we got separated, that’s how I ended up down here turning into a bird before I could find anything and watching as the windows and doors literally sealed up behind me.”

“So that was Hal we ran into downstairs,” Zatanna says looking briefly to John.

“No weird uninvited guests? No hex bags that weren’t decoration? Symbols that shouldn’t be there? A distinct smell of sulfur? Anything like that?” John questions his arms crossed standing behind Zatanna.

Dinah shakes her head. “No. Nothing-squawk!-like that,” she pauses. “Wait, I mean there was a symbol, but it couldn’t have been anything.”

“In our world symbols are always something,” Zatanna says gripping Dinah’s shoulder. “What was it?”

“It was stupid, I mean, Oliver and I were finishing up the party space last night-squawk!-and Ollie thought the floor was missing something. We were out of fake blood, but there was this book packed up in the decorations called Love Spells for Beginners and there was a symbol in it that looked cool, the book was so fake there was no way it could be real.”

“A lot of wanna be witches and mystics out there write books like that and don’t realize the very real stuff they’re tapping into,” Zatanna says dropping her hand from Dinah’s shoulder. “Do you know where the book ended up or happen to have a very detailed memory of the symbol so we can see what it looks like?”

Dinah pauses in thought for a second. “A picture!” she says fumbling around in her feathers. She pulls her phone out from somewhere.

“You got a feather pocket in there or something?” John asks with a raised brow.

“You don’t wanna know,” she sighs on a little squawk as she unlocks her phone and turn it towards them. On the screen is a picture of the main party room, Zatanna takes the phone zooming in on the floor turning up the screen brightness and shifting it in her hands so that John can see as well. They recognize the symbol immediately.

“Chaos,” he groans running a hand through the floppy bits of his hair at the front.

“Yup,” Zatanna says with a groan of her own. She hands the phone back to Dinah who looks at them questioningly.

“It’s a summoning for Chaos,” John explains pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Chaos doesn’t have a physical form anymore, not really but with the right symbol and a little blood sacrifice the concept can be released grasping onto its surroundings and twisting it until there’s nothing but insanity and fear.”

“Well it’s not like we slaughtered a goat to prepare for the evening,” Dinah defends.

Zatanna sighs. “No, but you said Emiko cut her hand upstairs, right?” Dinah nods in conformation. “That’s all it takes sometimes; she probably flicked her hand out and a few drops got on the symbol enacting it.”

“How does something like that end up in a Love Spells for Beginners book?” Dinah questions.

“Could have been purposeful malice, someone wanting to quite literally sow the seeds of chaos on unsuspecting lovesick fools,” Zatanna says. It’s happened before, dark wizards sneaking their own little mayhem into books that novices buy as trinkets.

“But more likely it’s an amateur who thinks all magic is rainbows and love spells fucked around found a symbol they thought was pretty and applied it to a potion that’s really just a posh cucumber water with an off-color tint,” John says rolling his eyes at the stupidity of people who write books like that. It’s more likely reasoning, far too many movies and pop culture misunderstandings have led to novices getting in way too deep. “They think they’re just harmlessly helping people, but they’re putting average desperate folk in real danger.”

“Never draw a symbol you don’t know from a book is kind of a top five rule for magics,” Zatanna says with a reassuring smile. It’s not Dinah’s fault or Oliver’s really, they aren’t the first without extensive knowledge of the world of magic to be bamboozled.

“Can we reverse it?” Dinah asks.

“All we have to do is destroy the symbol, everything will revert back,” John says adjusting the tie around the wound on his arm scratching at it.

“But we need to find our way up to the party fast since it’s sounds like you, Ollie and Hal were the only ones that made it out, before someone gets hurt or killed while in their costume form or killed by a living decoration,” Zatanna says. “We also need to do it quietly,” she says meeting Dinah’s eyes just as she squawks again.

“Well I can’t control it,” she pouts. Zatanna reaches out a hand placing over Dinah’s mouth that thankfully hasn’t formed into a beak.

“Pots gnikwauqs,” she says and drops her hand. Dinah opens her mouth bracing herself for another loud squawk but nothing comes out and she smiles. “Now that that’s solved, personally I’m tired of running around these halls blindly.”

She raises her hands closing her eyes. “Ekil elttil der edwollof eht sbmurcdearb tel su lla wollof eht srehtaef,” she says and the scattered feathers of Dinah lining the halls start to lift into the air, floating their way down the hall.

“Follow the feathers,” Zatanna says gesturing forward. The three of them walk cautiously until they’re led to another set of stairs that take them right up to the third floor. A few small doors line the hall and at the end a large ornate one stands. Zombie Oliver stands by the door scraping at it and groaning desperately trying to be let in.

“Oh, Ollie,” Dinah says a little sadly as she starts making her way towards him.

“Woah, he wasn’t too friendly last we met,” John says reaching out and stopping her. She shrugs him off.

“It’s Oliver, I’ll be fine,” she says walking up to him a little slowly, completely non-threatening. He stops his scratching and turns moaning when he spots her. He doesn’t rush her like he had them and the hellhound downstairs.

“There, there good zombie Oliver,” she says reaching out and patting at his shoulder. He snips at her with his teeth and she gives him a stern look that has the zombie looking downright sheepishly at the ground.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” John says meeting Zatanna’s eyes. She huffs in disbelief taking John’s arm careful of the werewolf slash. Oliver’s groans get a little more frustrated when they get close, but the presence of Dinah seems to keep him in check enough that they won’t be losing any brains tonight.

Zatanna drops John’s arm watching as he scratches at it again. She grips both large doorhandles and whispers a spell unlocking the magic keeping them shut tight. The doors blast open revealing the large party room that’s in total disarray.

She steps in John right at her back while Dinah usher’s zombie Oliver inside and settles him down in a corner. Various costumed people are huddled against walls in fear, food and broken glass are strewn all across the floor. Zatanna brushes some cobwebs that were probably fake earlier in the evening off her shoulder just as a mouse wearing glasses that looking shockingly like the one’s Clark dons runs around her skirt. She jumps back a bit, careful not to accidentally smash a foot down on little mouse Superman.

The symbol is stark white on the center of the dance floor, Zatanna and John circle around it for a moment. John let’s out a sharp, pained sound causing Zatanna’s eyes to lift up from the symbol.

“John?” she says stepping towards him. He wraps one arm around his stomach groaning in pain again extending his other hand out to stop her from coming any closer. Where large hands with calloused skin once was there is now fur, long nails protruding out longer and longer. Zatanna trips back when John’s head tosses up his eyes glowing yellow. Dinah becomes alert on the other side of the room, starting to move.

“You tame your beast, I’ll tame mine,” Zatanna says sending a look of assured confidence her way.

“Fake werewolf, makes fake werewolf it seems,” John groans out before letting out another moan of pain his canine’s slipping into longer, sharper teeth.

“Fuck,” Zatanna spits out looking around as John falls to his knees in pain both hands gripping into the wood claws digging in as the first few buttons at the top of his shirt begin to pop, his spine arching up unnaturally. Her eyes fall on a gleaming axe in the corner and she rushes over to it. She vaguely remembers Roy saying something about a Paul Bunyan costume as she lifts the axe gripping it tight.

She runs back over to the symbol brining the axe high above her head before slamming it down into the dead center of it. She lifts the axe back up whacking it down three, four more times hacking at the symbol. John cries out again. She drops the axe once the wood is splintered and broken pulling at the boards with her hands till the symbol is completely dismantled. A ripple of magic rolls over the house, the sound of every door unlocking and windows reshaping loudly crashing around them.

She looks over watching as the fur recedes form John’s arms and his hands slip back into the shape they should be. All around her people start to wake up, returning to themselves; the mouse with glasses walks across the food table and suddenly returns back to the shape of one Clark Kent sitting in a bowl of chips, Dinah no longer feathered moves Oliver’s face no longer covered in real rot back and forth.

“Am I allowed to be a grump now?” John asks lifting his head as he crawls over the mess of the floor to Zatanna’s side.

“Yeah,” she says with a breathy laugh, shifting her legs just before John falls on his back his head on her thigh. She reaches out twisting the floppy hair at the front of his head around her fingers. “Yeah you can be.”

People start filing out after that, they leave the exits to Dinah and Ollie, it’s their party after all, and sit on the floor nodding when people pass them by and give them their thanks for saving the night.

Hal ambles his way upstairs eventually, apologizing to John for their tussle. John waves it off not even opening his eyes from where he still rests against Zatanna’s thigh.

Soon enough, it’s down to just the four of them. Dinah walks over first two bottles of beer in each of her hands Oliver trailing behind her. She passes two bottles to Zatanna as she folds herself cross legged on the floor twisting open the other two. Zatanna taps the bottom of one bottle on John’s chest and his eyes fly open, he takes it from her uncapping it and lifting his head up just enough for one long drink, practically draining half the bottle in one go, before laying his head back down on her thigh.

Oliver falls to the ground behind Dinah, the two adjusting so she’s caged between his legs leaning back into him as he takes one of the bottles from her. Oliver has taken off the zombie makeup, but left the rest of his costume on, sans hat, now that she sees them in what they were originally wearing Zatanna can’t help but think they look quite cute.

“Well, that was a memorable party you guys threw,” Zatanna says taking a sip from her beer.

Dinah snorts, not squawks thankfully. “I can just see it now, nobody’s gonna come to next year’s bash,” she sighs into her bottle.

“Attendance may take a hit next year,” Zatanna says swirling the beer inside her bottle around and Dinah sighs. She and Oliver love doing these shindigs.  

Oliver seems distracted behind Dinah swishing his beer around in his mouth before swallowing and then opening and closing his mouth several times.

Zatanna taps John on the shoulder and his eyes open, she nods Oliver’s way and John’s head shifts watching as Oliver makes a face like he’s eaten something sour.

“Ugh, why is there fur in my mouth?” Oliver grumbles picking a large clump of fur from his teeth. Zatanna chokes back a gag while John snickers.

“You may have had a bit of a hellhound snack earlier this evening,” John says lifting his head up again still chuckling as he takes another swig of his beer.

“Hellhound snack?” Oliver says flicking the offending ball of hair far away as he can.

“You know that animatronic one you had on the second floor?” Zatanna questions. Oliver nods. “Well, there was a bit of a tumble between the two of you. Good news said tumble prevented you from eating either of our brains and you won said tumble,” Zatanna says with a bright smile.

“Yuck,” he says making an absolutely disgusted face. He even passes up the opportunity to make a ‘John doesn’t have any brains’ retort which really hones in on how disgusted he is. “I didn’t like eat it whole right?”

Zatanna and John both shrug. “We hid, saw the aftermath and it was pretty mangled looking,” Zatanna says.

“Um, weird question, since everything reverted back to its former self the bits he ate aren’t going to like turn to metal in his stomach are they?” Dinah says rolling her bottle of beer between her hands.

“Nah, the guts and muscle never really existed so there’s nothing to revert back to,” John says lifting up fully from Zatanna’s thigh. He tosses back the rest of his beer then smiles all too brightly at Oliver. “But you’ll be coughing up those furballs for a few days I’d bet.”

He looks absolutely delighted by the fact, ignoring the glare Oliver sends his way before he coughs breaking the moment. Not doubt some fur tickling at his throat. Dinah pats his thigh.

John leaps up from the ground tossing his empty bottle into the mottled hole in the floor before reaching out a hand to Zatanna. She sets her bottle to the side taking his hand. He lifts her up from the floor pulling her into his side.

“Well,” Zatanna says wrapping one arm around his waist and resting the other on his chest just below where the busted buttons of his shirt are. “Happy fucking Halloween, my friends, I think we’ll be off now.”

“Thanks for coming,” Dinah says raising her bottle to them. “Like seriously thanks, night would have gone a lot worse if you guys had ditched.”

John fakes salutes her as Zatanna sends her best friend an air kiss that Dinah catches with a laugh before they start to walk on.

“Hey, Oliver,” Zatanna says stopping by him he swallows down a drink of beer, hard, looking up at her. “Never,” she stresses locking her eyes onto his. “Ever draw any symbol out of a book, no matter how fake that book may seem.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies nodding his head once.

“Good,” she says patting him on the shoulder just a little too hard before continuing walking. They stay locked together all the way down both sets of stairs that they find easily until they reach the front door, the very much still there front door.

“You know what’s funny?” John says twisting his back a bit once they’re outside the air comfortably chilly and the moon high in the sky. “The werewolf spine popping did wonders for my back pain.”

Zatanna chuckles pulling him to a stop when they pass through the creaking gates.

“Oh, John Constantine, what’s a place like you doing in a boy like this?” she says with a smile the moonlight twinkling in her eyes.

John chuckles leaning down to press their lips together as the scarecrow in the yard cackles into the night.

#my fic #johnzee #john constantine #zatanna zatara #magicblazersource #happy halloween y'all!! #dinahollie #dinah lance #oliver queen

[roseprincessarts]

A Tim Burton Tribute Art

~🌹Hello all my rose petals!🌹~

Here is a tribute fanart of the Tim Burton characters (not alot because there isn't any room ;_;) to celebrate our horror filmmaker Tim Burton's birthday today! It seems a little early to display this before school because I may do my online class after school and tonight because of the assessment and it'll take me a bit, so I want to get this fanart displayed REAL early before school. I am also having a Discussed Based Assessment with my instructor on Tuesday, so I get two days off of virtual school in order to do the lessons in order (might do an exam after, idk), which saves me time for more art ^^ and continue on my fanfic I'm working on ;) Gonna be awhile, so hang in there y'all ;3

Anyways, on the first row we got the animated version of Sparky from Frankenweenie, giving a wink (and added a little star x3). What a movie it was since a child 🥰 I started watching it again last year during Halloween on Disney+ ever since trying to find the DVD which is hard >_< I might watch it again this year of Halloween ^^ There is a live action of this but it's WAY old (1980 something :/), and I think Tim Burton did that, too... I think he did :/.

Then we got, of course, 9 as usual, waving the audience while joining the other Tim Burton characters <3 💚 My favorite movie ever existed <3

And here is Jack Skellignton from The Nightmare Before Christmas, expressing after meeting all the people 🖤 I know it's August and not the time to be drawing The Nightmare Before Christmas yet, but hey, Halloween is coming up in two months, so I had to draw Jack for Tim's birthday <3 And also, The Nightmare Before Christmas is my childhood, scared me as a little toddler (or when I was a baby lol), and what I thought, Touchstone Pictures did make TNBC, but I think they said it's too dark and scary for children, which I'm unknown Disney owns it. This movie can be scary, but it's magical and fun! 🖤

Then of the second row we have Vincent Malloy as Vincent Price from Tim Burton's first (I think) short Vincent with a paintbrush. I am unknown to the story from this since watching it a few years ago (4 years ago) and thought it didn't make sense until now I knew. It is pretty dark and old, but overall, the first short was good :) I am HORRIBLE at drawing at Vincent. Best I can do *slips on floor, fainting*

And last, but not least, here Emily from my other favorite Tim Burton movie Corpse Bride! 💙 Emily is not so bad to draw, her dress, flowers, hair and bones were a challenge ^^; She is an absolute beautiful woman of all Tim Burton females, yeeeee 🥰

Other Tim Burton films I like to watch (sometime) is Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, Sweeny Todd (mostly because I thought it was interesting), and Dark Shadows, and others. I might watch other scary movies (if I'm brave enough, I did watch Stephen King's IT, but I might watch others in real time lol). I was gonna add more Tim Burton characters from Willy Wonka and Alice in Wonderland, those two I watched, but there isn't any room ;_;.

Anyways, what y'all think? And most of all...

Happy Birthday, Tim Burton!!! 🖤

Sparky and Frankenweenie ©Tim Burton and Disney

Stitchpunk 9 and 9 ©Shane Acker, Tim Burton, Timur Bekmambetov and Focus Features

Jack Skellignton and The Nightmare Before Christmas ©Tim Burton, Henry Selick, Touchstone Pictures and Disney

Vincent Malloy (as Vincent Price) and Vincent ©Tim Burton, Rick Heinrichs, and Disney

Emily and Corpse Bride ©Tim Burton, Mike Johnson and Warner Bros.

Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: mechanical pencil, Crayola colored pencil, Cra-Z-Art colored pencils and 48 pack colored pencils

#fanart #traditional art #disney #disney fanart #tim burton #tim burton fanart #jack skellington #the nightmare before christmas #vincent price #vincent malloy #vincent #tim burton 9 #9 #shane acker's 9 #9 timur bekmambetov #focus features 9 #focus features #touchstone #stitchpunk 9 #corpse bride #sparky #frankenweenie #warner bros #tim burton birthday #tribute #tribute fanart #sketch artwork #emily #warner bros fanart

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Hi Vee! 🥰 I would love the director's commentary on Eternally Yours! 💖

Ahhh! Thank you, Katy! You know how excited I am about this series so thank you for asking about it!

So for Eternally Yours, I was trying to think of an idea for a Halloween fic that also fit in with one of the Whumptober prompts. There had been a lot of talk of werewolves, zombies, and vampires around that time and I had always wanted to do a vampire fic, so I thought why not? And Rick in Jotenheim was just a natural fit since we are always trying to come up with different ways he could have survived. I wanted it to be a little different, so I decided to go with the idea that he was already a vampire when he was stabbed and that Reader was the one who was a vampire longer and changed him.

For Reader, I just started writing and as I went, I realized I wanted her to be pretty old. So I tried to change how she spoke and carried herself in a manner that felt as if she had been around for centuries while also adapting with the times when necessary. Once I found her voice, it helped me shape more of her backstory and I aged her even further. It makes for a good contrast with Rick who is still relatively new to the whole vampire thing and views the living and time very differently than she does, and that's something I plan on addressing more in future parts as well. She is so different from the usual characters I write and it is so much fun!

Ideas I have for the future include how Reader met Rick and they fell in love, how/why reader turned him, more information about vampires in this universe, Rick dealing with having to leave his old identity behind and start a new life after Jotenheim, meeting other vampires both good and evil, and of course, some good old whump and hurt/comfort thrown in there too 😆 And I am always open to exploring other ideas/scenarios with these two because I have really fallen in love with them individually and as a couple.

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

#thanks! #friend ask #ask game #director's commentary #eternally yours #rick flag #rick flag x reader #vampire!rick flag

[spacefunclubs]

I get what youre saying about it coming off too non b n bh like. I think it's cause it's all beavis no butthead, and having like a talking fire, and having a flashback all in one ep. Those are just things the og show didn't really do/do often? But I don't think every ep is gonna be like that, feels like an odd choice for them give us that as a preview.

I think so too! And Imma keep real with you, chief: I feel like the fire bit kinda ran its course.

Like, I get it, Beavis was literally banned from saying that bc of a kid burning down his house and killing his two year old sister and the media blamed it on B&BH (even though it turned out the kid never watched the show and his mom called the news first instead of calling the fire department LMAO) and MTV panicked and did just that. Sure, it was mentioned a few times in the 2011 season and Do the Universe, and Mike Judge seemed really happy about the ban finally being lifted, but the difference between that and the new episode was that in the former media, it was used sparingly. Having a whole episode dedicated to Beavis' obsession with fire seems like it's taking the bit a little too far, and honestly looks like something out of a Rick and Morty episode or something (though I will admit, the flashback of Beavis as a kid is really cute ♥️). Like the episode kind of gives me the vibes of "hey, we know Beavis wasn't allowed to say that back then, but now he can, so what if we did that in a whole episode, wouldn't that be fun?" it just felt like whoever wrote that episode was going too far and stretching it out for what it's worth. Like it's funny, but does it really need a whole episode? Not really, and I don't know why they chose that to showcase at the Comic Con panel yesterday, but I digress. I'm p sure Butthead might appear in that episode (my guess is that in the beginning of the ep, the two of them get into an argument and Beavis heads off his own way, and the whole fire thing is a hallucination of his), but again, as much as I love Beavis, Butthead deserves some recognition too, ya know?

It also kinda reminds me of the 2011 episode, Holy Cornholio, where it takes the whole Cornholio bit, which works better in a 5 minute episode like Vaya Con Cornholio or Buttniks or even a lil bit in both the movies, but not in a 22 minute long episode (aside from the Halloween special, which even that did better than Holy Cornholio). And hell, even THAT was showcased at the 2011 Comic Con panel, it's kind of a funny coincidence, lol.

I'm definitely NOT saying that the reboot is bad by any means. I'm still very much looking forward to it (and some of the episodes shown in the trailer look fun and still give me B&BH vibes!), and I know the first look isn't all that it is, but for now, the first look left me kind of mixed, and I know for sure that when it comes out, I'm gonna have a hard time sitting through this ep ndkfngn

#anonymous #ask #beavis and butthead #this is probably gonna be a really hot take but YEAH

[lady-murderess]

Christmas

Writer's notes: I had way too much fun writing these headcanons. I mean waaaay too much fun, I had to stop myself at 20 before I wrote a whole lot more.

requested by: @vintagegirl1970

Since it's already obvious who's the jolly one and who's not, you just know that as soon as Christmas things start appearing in stores in the some month stupid like May, Rick is instantly letting out a loud scoff because let's face it, May is waaaaay too early to put that shit out. How about at least the 1st of December? you know, the actual month the holiday is on...

There's an even louder groan from him come November when they start playing Christmas songs on the radio...

Rick prefers this holiday over any other, it gives him an excuse to be as lazy as he wants, not do much, and just eat whatever he wants without a care in the world.

This is one of June's favourite holidays because it's all about bringing people together.

June's Christmas card list is fucking long... Rick doesn't get how she knows so many people...

Rick and June do the visiting instead of letting others come over to see them, Rick prefers it that way because then he can come and go as he pleases.

Throughout the holiday, June nicknames him "The Grinch" for obvious reasons. And he absolutely hates it... Which is why she does it even more.

Whenever Christmas Wrapping comes on in the car radio, June's instantly in carpool karaoke mode whilst Rick is just sat there with a straight face, tapping a foot or if he's the one driving, tapping the side of his thumb against the steering wheel.

Christmas music is the only music that June will play in the house a couple of days before the big day. She'll put it on loud, only for it to be turned down whilst she's not looking.

If you thought June was as competitive as you could possibly get with decorating during Halloween, then well... You haven't seen nothing yet.

Rick can bitch and complain how much he wants, but when he and June go out to a Christmas party and he's had one too many beers, he's stood there with an arm wrapped around June's shoulder, beer bottle in the other belting out the lyrics to Fairytale of New York. He's loving life and singing his heart out as he holds the one person he loves most close.

June started this little thing with Rick where they buy fluffy pjs and wear them the on Christmas Eve.

June is definitely a candle person, so there's always a strong scent of gingerbread wafting through the house.

June never runs out of ideas on what to get Rick, she likes to spoil him.

Rick never really knows what to get June, he sort of struggles with gift buying... So throughout the year, he watches her when they're out, seeing what she'll take a liking to.

Surprisingly, Rick is the one to jump on June when Christmas Day comes around. He's up early and will happily drag her out of bed. You would have thought with how grumpy he is, it would be June being the one to get up early and do the waking up when the morning of the big day comes around. But I guess he likes to keep us all on our toes. It's probably just payback from the amount of times he gets jumped on throughout the year.

Since they visit June's family, neither of them drink until they get home that night.

Given how well Rick gets on with June's family, he feels right at home when he's over at the Moone's, surrounded by her parents, her brothers and their partners. It's nice. He feels like he's got a family of his own.

June has thrown around the idea of going away for Christmas a few times, thinking that maybe seeing so many people would get a bit annoying for him, but Rick is just happy staying put and doing what they usually do every year.

Once Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are over and they've seen everyone, they can finally have time to themselves to just drink, eat and just do literally nothing but relax.

#moonflag #moonflag headcanons #lady murderess #colonel rick flag #rick flag #dr june moone #june moone #rick x june #joel kinnaman #cara delavigne #dc headcanons #dceu headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #ships #otp #suicide squad 2016 #suicide squad #dc #dceu #christmas

[cwc-emoji-pluck]

Emoji List!

These are the topics and prompts you can request! Make sure keep the limit of three emojis in mind! Have fun! 

Song Lyrics of Sam’s Favorite SVT Tracks - Emotion Emojis

🥰:  “As the seasons change not a day goes by / that I don’t think of you” - I Wish

🤩: “Baby you’re sweeter than chocolate / My heart’s key unlock it unlock it” - Let Me Hear You Say

🥳: “Call me yeah / baby i’ll be right there / wherever you are, i’ll run to you” - Call Call Call

🥺: “Just look into my eyes / and tell me what’s on your mind” - Q&A 

😭: “I thought you were the one / didn’t need any other / I can still smell the perfume you used to wear in my clothes / can’t erase it, no” - 2 MINUS 1 

🤡: “We are the two main characters without supporting actors on stage” - Anyone 

❤:  “Do you think I'm nervous / because this is my first love? / i think you are the answer / to all of my questions” - Aju Nice

Alternate Universe Ideas - Plants and Food Emojis 

🌺: parents whose kids sit next to each other in class 

🌹: next-door-neighbors 

🌸: rival gamers/ streamers 

🌻: book store owner and regular customer 

🍃: coffee shop 

🌿: soulmate au where if you write on your skin it shows up on your soulmates skin too

🍀: figure skater 

🍇: roommates 

🍉: childhood friends 

🍌: babysitting a younger sibling 

🍍: group project in school

🍎: soulmate au where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate

🍑: first love in preschool 

🍒: stuck sitting together on a roller coaster 

🍐: arranged marriage 

🍓: greek mythology 

🍕: strangers with matching halloween costumes at a party

🥐: social media star and follower

🥡: main leads in a musical / play

☕️: soulmate au where if you listen to music your soulmate can hear it 

🧋: florist x tattoo artist

Prompts Based on Locations or Times 

🎡: a fair that has just been opened 

🛹: a broken down skateboard park where teenagers go when they sneak out at night

☀️: a green park with a trail in the woods that leads to a worn down gazebo 

🌙: the boarded off basement of the city hall that locks up all of the mysteries of the city

🪐: a rocketship that transports you to a planet where all of your dreams come true the next day

⭐️: the middle of a pasture with a clear sky; perfect for stargazing at night or clouds during the day

☁️: fifteen years later, seventeen go to their high school class reunion

🌈: rick riordan’s world of percy jackson; seventeen are demigods in modern times

⚡️: a campground in the woods where it is common for people to suddenly disappear after swimming in the believed-to-be haunted lake 

❄️: a winter wonderland; the middle of a blizzard, but christmas time is right around the corner 

💧: something strange happens! A seventeen member accidentally time travels into the past…

🔥: when i said i wanted time to go by faster, this is not what i meant! A seventeen member accidentally time travels into the future…

🎃: a seventeen member is hosting a halloween party and person A is being dragged by their best friend 

🎀: person A works in a toy store and dad!seventeen member needs help picking out the perfect present for their child on christmas eve 

⛸️: mid afternoon on a sunny day in the winter and a member of seventeen decides that ice skating is the best way to spend the day

🎣: mamma mia au; when moving to an island to start a hotel business, person A runs into a seventeen member, but for better or for worse?

🔮: a seventeen member is from a different planet whose time period is different from earth’s 

🎱: person A is a regular in a bar and the champion pool player, a seventeen member comes from out of town and is convinced they can defeat the champion 

🎮: the first two people in line at a walmart at midnight for the release of a new video game

🧸: person A is desperate to win a plushie at an arcade, and here comes a seventeen member; arcade game master who is here to save the day

👑: for centuries, these two kingdoms have been rivals, and at this point in time, nobody knows why. The rulers of these kingdoms meet for the first time to discuss important matters, until one catches feelings 

✉️: when person A moves into a new apartment in the city, they begin receiving mail addressed to a seventeen member

How to Request a Specific Seventeen Member

🍒- Seungcheol

😇 - Jeonghan

🦌 - Joshua

😼 - Junhui 

🐯 - Soonyoung 

🐱 - Wonwoo

🍚 - Jihoon 

⚔️ - Seokmin

🐶 - Mingyu

🐸 - Minghao 

🍊 - Seungkwan

🐢 - Hansol 

🦦 - Chan

💎 - Any member

#emoji prompt #emoji prompt list