#thread / jolene

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @caeruleums​

“i’m on a date, okay? you can’t be here.” of course this was fucking happening. the last thing jolene needed was some psycho intercepting her means of making money after they’d slept together. “how did you even know i was here?”

#jolene douglas threads. #jolene feat. colby #caeruleums

[ofginjxints]

closed for @utterxdesires

Dylan had made plenty of stupid mistakes in his life, plenty of them, but he always found ways to make more. Jolene was possibly the most dire mistake he made. Not only had he gotten close a married woman, he found himself falling in love with her, worse still was the woman she was - the connections she had. He had tiptoed around death a lot, but this time he was plain flipping it the bird as the door opened to reveal the face he couldn't keep on his mind. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't be here but I had to see you."

#ch; dylan o'shea #thread; dylan&jolene #utterxdesires #//very open!! lemme know if u want anything changing

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain said -> Your beauty never ever scared me

"What?" Jo asks, looking at the other woman with a laughter bubbling up and spilling out past her lips. "What does that even mean?" She's half incredulous. "My beauty? How could it even be scary when it doesn't exist?" She scoffs, shaking her head. She's not looking for a compliment, but she knows the reality. "I'm not beautiful. I'm plain, but I'm loyal and funny and I have a good disposition."

#jolene kaplan ~ thread #jolene x wren #ghostsxagain

[infamousfailure]

Closed Starter: Off the Record

After opening her gift box and seeing the camera, Jolene's heart skipped a beat. If Tianyu got her this camera just for Valentine's Day, what kind of gifts would he give her for other occasions? Not only that but what kind of gift was he expecting? She rushed as she gathered the present she had made for him from scratch. What if it wasn't enough? Taking a deep breath, Jolene tidied up her living room and placed the hand-made gift with a few other things she bought for him as she waited patiently for his arrival.

How could one person make her this nervous yet excited?

@mysteriousangels

#jolene & tianyu #joleneritchi #joleneinteractions #thread: Off the Record

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Jolene was on her way back to Tianyu after visiting her mother and stepfather. She just wanted to check in on them and make sure they were holding up okay. It wasn’t her younger brother and stepfather she was worried about. Moreso, it was her mom, as she was the human one out of the three. As she walked, she carried some homemade baked ziti, one vegan, one not. “This woman loves making us food… oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” Jo said, nearly bumping into someone and almost dropping the ziti.

@infamousfailure

Paige squeaks in surprise at nearly being bumped into, backing up in surprise and looking up, blinking rapidly. Shaking her head quickly to clear it-- which is accompanied by the cartoonish drumroll of any toon clearing their head like that-- she smiles. "Oh, yeah, absolutely! Are you?"

#zany to the max! || paige #&jolene. #thread: didn't see you #askstorykidshqapocalypse #askstorykidshqevent #event: apocalypse

[insidi0summoved]

@lcveblossomed  ( jolene hawke ) 〃 starter call : not accepting

" Sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger.  And there is nothing that can be done other than accepting it. "

#threads. #verse: almost held the world in my hands. #nick no #lcveblossomed #& jolene hawke.

[upsidedownism]

@joleneshaw​​

“i’ve never played cup pong before so i think i’m going to be pretty bad at it,”

#━━ ❛❛ // MIKE WHEELER ! ¦ threads. ≫ 「 ft. jolene shaw ! 」

[evocatiive]

@prcttylittlethings​ sent 🏠 for a domestic starter

“Babeeee,” Jolene yodels from the living room, the sound reverberating through the walls. When the only response she receives is a faint echo, she skips her way around their home, poking her head around the entrance of every room until she finds her wife. “I’m ‘bout to head out for the weekly grocery run. Anything you need to add to the list before I go?” Jolene has found that she absolutely has to rely on the list if she doesn’t want to end up going back to Costco or spend two extra dollars for a gallon of almond milk at the corner 7/11. She waves the notepad in Caroline’s face until her hand stills and settles so that her wife can properly view the list, clicking the bottom her the pen in her other hand and also handing it to her. 

#thread / jolene #thread / jolene & caroline #this can either be in devil in the bible belt verse or separate #but i really wanted to dig into them <3 #prcttylittlethings

[xinthesewallsx]

PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. (From Thomas for JD - maybe he sees she wants it and just decides to win it for her even though they're strangers?)

a comprehensive list of scenarios

jd pouts for what feels like the tenth time tonight. all she wanted was the stupid oversized stuffed turtle. it clearly was just a money grab and probably impossible to win so she gave up. moving onto the cotton candy stand, waving at her friend who was getting some deep fried oreas or something like that. she's tasting the fluffy treat when she feels the tap on her shoulder, turning to see the person and then her eyes catch the turtle in their hands. "how if the hell did you when that?!?"

#(threads || jolene) #[q] #tsukareta-tamashii

[urhoneycombwitch]

65 w/ sbeve (if ur up for it 🫶🏻)

65- “you’re being particularly insufferable today”

foreword: for Syl @thecreelhouse <3 from Lulu xx

cw: public sex (bar bathroom, no one sees/overhears), dommy Steve, hittin' it from the back in this one folks, R w breasts + V

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Your hair is threaded between the fingers of Steve’s right hand, palm warm and wide at the back of your head, pressure light but enough to have your cheek pressing into the bathroom door. 

Your entire front is flush to the wood, as well- tits spilling obscenely from the front of your tight dress as Steve ruts into you, cock sliding easily with a coating of your arousal. He slides all the way into your pulsing cunt, hips stilling against yours, waiting for your breath to return in choking gasps before nipping behind your ear.

“Gotta be quieter than the music, right, honey?” His voice is caramel-sweet, in stark contrast to the sharp tug at the roots of your hair. “Don’t want the whole bar hearin’ you get these pretty brains fucked out.”

Another deep drag of his cock in, out, and this time when he sinks back into you he angles his hips up, hitting that gummy spot against your front wall. A whine slips out before you can catch it, thighs and knees trembling; Steve shifts to take more of your weight, pinning you in place and chiding again- “Hush. You can take it.”

You feel a little delirious, orgasm building at the edges of your pleasure, Steve’s fingers (the ones that aren’t pulling your hair) rubbing slick over your throbbing clit. In stilted whisper, you get out- “you’re b-being particularly- ah- insufferable, today, Steve.”

He chuckles without any humor (makes your damn toes curl), hitting that spot again just to see your brows pinch in pleasure. “Careful, baby, you know how riled up I get when you use big words.”

Caramel turned bittersweet, Steve’s using teeth set to bruise at the base of your neck, that sensitive spot where shoulder muscle curves in; a cry gets smothered behind your teeth as you squirm against the full, solid weight of him along your back. 

“That’s good,” he coos, purring and kissing over the mark he’s made, lips soft and repentant on your skin. “I’ll let you come before the song’s over if you keep this up.”

“You’re on, Harrington.”

You regret expending the effort it takes to get those words out because as soon as you do, Steve’s setting a merciless rhythm, pistoning into you with impressive speed and strength. The breath gets punched from your lungs (probably a blessing in disguise), jaw going slack in silent rapture, eyes rolling up behind fluttering lids. 

Steve murmurs your praises as he feels you clench tighter around his cock, picks up the pace to start fucking you through it. To your credit (and to the tune of Steve’s glowing compliments growing hoarser by the moment), you’re quiet when you come, biting into the meat of your own hand to stifle any noises that do manage to bleed through.

The same can’t be said for the moan Steve lets out as his cock pulses inside of you, way too loud for the small space- Jolene is playing over the bar speakers, but it isn’t totally enough to cover the sound of him coming. 

You laugh, unintentionally clenching up further, Steve nudging at your cheek with his nose, panting and whining now- “Honey- please. Please stop laughing. Fuck me…”

“Sorry-” you do your best to relax, giggles still overtaking in brief spasms- “...it’s just. You were way louder than I was. After all that ‘telling me to be quiet’ stuff…”

“All right.” Steve’s huffy (not annoyed enough yet to pull out, apparently), thumb skimming fondly over the curve of your arm. “Now who’s being insufferable.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @persephonyed​

this job wasn’t like most, jolene was used to going on dates, more, mostly with older men who wouldn’t date put themselves through possible rejection to talk to a beautiful woman. she hadn’t been hired for this before, but she wasn’t exactly complaining as she finished up applying her lipstick. at least rosie was nice to look at... she also kind of seemed half decent to be around, even if she was paid to be there. turning her head, she met her gaze as she fluffed up her hair and offered a smile. “am i to your standards as far as fake girlfriends go? i could pick a different lipstick shade. may as well make it perfect.” 

#jolene douglas threads. #jolene feat. rosie #persephonyed #this is meh but here u go

[crevicedwelling]

Could you help me sex my P. whitei? I have two- Jolene and Angelina. I don't know the best way to sex them. Do you put yours on a slate of glass to look at their under carriage or do you restrain them? Can you use the molts to? I've tried looking online and found a few threads on arachnoboards but they were for different species and one mentioned sedating them and pushing out a spermatore organ or something 😳. Here's tax: Angelina before and after her first molt in my care. When she dried her eyespots became pink and now she looks like she's blushing all the time.

I don’t recommend putting amblypygi on smooth surfaces, since they’ll want texture to cling to and will get nervous and may bolt. instead, it’s pretty easy to get a look at their ventral surface by holding them on the back of your fingers, flipping your hand over, and then spreading your fingers:

they should stay fairly still through the process, or at least all of mine do, even the babies whose legs barely extend long enough.

males will have a U-shaped genital operculum, as in photos 1 and 3. the female in photo 2 has a W-shaped genital operculum, flatter at the bottom and with a slight bend upward in the middle. 2 and 3 are large older animals and might represent extremes, but I have had no issues with sexing my 5th instar juveniles a fraction of their size.

molts can probably be sexed, but I find it easier to just use the live animal. I have not heard of any good keepers sedating an amblypygid like one must do with centipedes.

if you get photos of your animals and would like my impressions of them, I would be happy to take a look.

#bugs #arachnid #amblypygi #care ask

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Next up? The Jewel of Sorbet. Bonney, Bonney...Bonney BONNEY!! Seems like you were just one more helping hand. Ooh, BTW if you haven't taken the plunge on Beyonce's country album check it out for a much more menacing, warning take on Jolene. Certified bop. Egghead though, today's subject is Jewelry Bonney.

Bonney was an intriguing one because you were one of the last Supernova to get your spotlight but it's huge. I looked at you right when you came out of the bubble and mentioned the idea your powers make for a great inheritor of that quiet thread Kiku stretches into a parenthetical around Wano's main plot. The one that really (well, next to Sanji) connects it back to Whole Cake.

The fact we've expanded on that so much with Kuma and Ginny and the impact of making you 12? Damn girl, you are so on point it is unreal. At the same time though, we've talked about this the whole way through as well. You took a while in this arc to really get going, notably getting the Kuma connection exploration while the mystery of last night is going on. You didn't really jump up and take on a huge role against the Gorosei, honestly getting swept aside by the arrival of the Giants. Which makes it feel a lot more like you were yet another one of Egghead's aspects it built up hard before casually moving on from. Kinda like doing several smaller Yamatos.

I'm just assuming the Giants will do that until proven otherwise. At this point it's another observation I've noticed more and more is gaining traction on its own; is there someone who can thread the needle on all of these? If these scattered threads start making sense on their own, time will be rewoven. You know my thoughts on who could cast that kind of shadow. For now though? Of course Bonney's here and can always surprise us again...but between your trajectory and getting really invested in Nika more than Luffy I'm putting you in Yamato's red herring bucket.

#one piece #post-wano musings #jewelry heckin' Bonney

[infamousfailure]

Closed Starter: The Interview

After messaging Tianyu, Jolene got what he requested and made her way to him. She was honestly a bit shocked by his willingness to have her interview him, but she knew he had his own reasons. When she got there she knocked on the door, holding the food she picked up for him as she hummed softly to herself. She really was hoping that she didn’t get their cold either, but it was inevitable now.

@mysteriousangels

#thread: the interview #joleneritchi #joleneinteractions #Jolene & Tianyu

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Rook using Auron's name

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rip this bitch

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[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 24. brb x oc

a/n: >:) EHEHEHEHEHEEH EVERYONE IS DRESSED UP btw not a huge fan of the ending tbqh but it is what it is (im also getting sleepy so that could be why lol )

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff uwu with a smidge of suggestive

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23

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Beatrice’s bed had bonus points he noticed his own bed didn’t have, the main one being that it smelled like her all the time. Since she spent the night there when he got back from deployment her scent returned to his sheets, but it wasn’t the same as her own bed or her pillows, which he buried his nose into while still asleep. He stretched his arm about to tug her closer to him, only for it to fall right back on the mattress.

With his eyes closed, he furrowed his eyebrows, patting the mattress up and down in hopes to find her body still there…but the bed was cold and there was no sign of Beatrice.With the threads of panic rising up to the surface, Rooster’s eyes opened, his vision sharpening as he took in the empty space before him on the bed.

 Blinking the sleep away the best he could, he pushed himself to his elbows, rubbing his face with a hand “Bea?” his voice was still hoarse from sleeping, forcing out words his brain was still too tired to identify, making his thoughts a bit muddled “Bea? Babe?” he tries again, only to hear noise coming from downstairs.

Before he gets down, he checks his phone for the time, squinting at the bright screen for a second until the numbers become clearer. Eight in the morning, usually he wakes earlier than that but he wasn’t complaining at all. He tosses the phone aside, stretching his arms over his head with a pleased deep groan, inhaling deeply when he the feeling of his joints popping after a good night of sleep - amongst other things - spread all over him. He scratches his jawline, his face stretching in a yawn as he grabs his gray sweatpants from the floor, slipping them on in a quick movement.

Rooster runs his hands through his hair, trying to comb the messy strands back as he walks down the staircase. The pet gate is still there, albeit open wide, signaling that Beatrice woke up before he did and he sighed in relief, muttering a quiet ‘Thank God’ to himself. Jolene walked up to him, nudging his hand for morning pets as he made his way over to the kitchen.

The vision of Beatrice wearing only his Navy hoodie would never stop his heart from beating faster. He was so glad he kept that hoodie. She was waiting by her coffeemaker, tapping her socks clad foot on the tiled floor - her socks had little dinosaurs on them, floating on a pink background - as she waited for the coffee to be done. Considering her messy bedhead she woke up just a few minutes ago, yawning quietly behind the sleeve covered hand then using it to rub her eyes.

God, she was so cute. 

And sexy.

 And all the other nice adjectives his brain couldn’t figure out right now. Unlike his own morning routine, she had no music, just the sound of the outside to keep her company…and Jolene of course, who lapped her water bowl loudly on the corner of the kitchen. Beatrice jumped in surprise when his arms wrapped around her waist, dropping his head to the curve of her shoulder, “Hey…” her own voice was still thick with sleep, but she seemed more alert than he was “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” he murmurs on her skin, inhaling the delicious lavender scent, “Well, kind of, I didn’t feel you on the bed and had to figure out where you were.” She laughs sleepily, humming to herself while rubbing her face with both hands, then leaning back on his chest just enjoying having his arms around her. 

“How do you like your coffee?” she questions, rubbing the pad of her thumb on his forearm, feeling the dark hairs brushing her skin.

“Black usually, with little sugar. How about you?”

“Hmmm…I like it with some milk. And sugar, just enough to taste it.” she says, watching the dark liquid fill up the pot with interest“I like to have tea too, sometimes. Like Matcha tea, it’s really good.” The coffee machine beeped when the coffee pot was filled, which made Beatrice blink hard and move forward, only to be held back by Rooster’s arms, “Roos… I have to get us mugs.”

“But you are so nice and warm.” he replies, pulling her close to his chest again, kissing her neck with a sleepy smile, “And smell so good, how do you always smell so good?” but he does let her go after a few seconds, following her rummage through her cabinets with his eyes. The same eyes that dragged down the expanse of her thighs and just the peek of her buttocks appearing from under the hoodie. He tilted his head just enough to see the patterned fabric of her panties, crossing his arms with a smile, keeping his eyes there before he heard her clear her throat. 

His brown eyes moved up, meeting her green irises looking over her shoulder, her arm stretched towards the mug cabinet rode the hoodie a bit higher than before, exposing more of her ass to him. Rooster just grinned cheekily, offering her an innocent shrug “What?” he questions “I’m just looking.”

Beatrice’s face flushes red, but she just shakes her head with a smile, finally grabbing two mugs for each, “I hope you don’t mind,” she says softly, handing him the mug that had the same black poofy creatures from her tattoo drawn on it, “I like character mugs.”

Rooster turns the mug in his hand, seeing the little creatures covered the whole surface, some with colorful stars in their hands. “I don’t mind, what’s this from?”

“Oh, um, Spirited Away,” she smiles, “It’s a movie from Studio Ghibli, have you ever heard of it?”

“I heard the name of the studio,” from Fanboy, who was known to be into anime and other stuff, hence his callsign, “Never saw the movie.” he looked at her own mug, where he could see a blue background with a redhead girl in front, something written in Japanese above her head. 

Beatrice tilted her mug up, showing more of the picture to him, “This one is from Ponyo, also from Studio Ghibli.” she smiles, “I know its a bit weird–”

“It’s not weird, it’s very cute.” he reassures her, seeing her cheeks redden sweetly as she looks down at her own mug for a second before she turns around to grab the coffee pot. “I have a random question though,” she blinks, pouring some coffee for herself, “What color is your bridesmaid dress?”

Beatrice still briefly, her eyes widening as she recalls that tomorrow they’d go to her aunt’s wedding. She…didn’t forget about it but she did try to push it deeper into her mind, trying to hold back the anxiety bubbling inside,”Oh um,” she hand the coffee over to Rooster, who fills his mug as she fills the rest of her mug with milk “It’s…a peachy color, not too pink. It’s kinda boho ish, you know? My aunt wanted something natural, going on hippie vibes almost.”

He nods, swirling his coffee with a spoon after he added sugar himself, “Hm, okay. I have something that can match.”

“Match?” she repeated “We don’t have to match, Roos.”

“Well, no, but I want to.” he smiles, bringing the mug to his lips “So people will know we are together, you know?”

Beatrice gasped quietly, but she bit her lower lip with a smile, her cheeks warming up even more, “Really?” his response was just a brighter grin, stepping closer to her to hold her against his chest “You really want to?”

“I guess it’d make sense, you know? You are my girl,” she laughs softly, looking at her hands “I’m your pilot, I wouldn’t want people to think I’m just there at random.”

She smiles against the warm skin of his chest, closing her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by him and only him. She still couldn’t believe it, that they were together, that he was so open and ready to tackle the bull that was her family, at a wedding no less! She didn’t know how she got so lucky, how she managed to have this.

She spent so long in her life wondering what was wrong with her, even preventing herself from enjoying something because of her body, that sometimes her brain still couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that someone so…great, so handsome, funny and incredibly sweet would want to be with her without any ulterior motives. He was respectful of her boundaries, he was never shy when it came to his affections…she loved him so much.

Now how would she say that to him? She shouldn’t just blurt it out at random, she did plan on telling him after the wedding fearing that if she did it before he’d feel…pressured on making a good impression on her family? She just wanted the two to survive this meeting, nothing more nothing less, then they could celebrate later however they wished.

“I lost you for a bit there,” he murmurs against her scalp, making her blink in surprise, “You didn’t hear me call you?”

“Oh…oh I’m sorry Roos…I just got some stuff in my head.” she smiles apologetically, pulling her head from his chest to take a sip from her coffee, “I was just thinking about tomorrow. I just want everything to go well…”

“It will be fine.” he says, kissing her temple comfortingly, “Don’t worry too much okay?” he rubs the pad of his thumb in between her eyebrows, where the skin creased up when she frowned, easing up the tension with the constant touching, “Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“I can’t really help it, Roos.” Beatrice replies in a soft tone, “If they do anything against you—I don’t know, I don’t want them to dislike you…you,you make me very happy and if they tore that from me I–” she frowns again, not meeting his eyes by dropping her gaze to a tile on her floor “I don’t know…what I’d do.”

Rooster placed his coffee mug away,one of his hands cupping her chin to tilt her head upwards while the other rested on the curve of her lower back with the tips of his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her underwear, “We’ll be okay, you’ll see. Maybe they’ll like me on the spot,” she chuckles gently, but her eyes held a shadow of distress within the green irises “Maybe I’ll have to work a little harder.”

“It just…seems like too much trouble.” she says after a few seconds of silence, “You know?”

It was his turn to frown now, not liking how her gaze turned sad instead of worried, “You aren’t too much trouble, Bea.” he says while making sure to run his thumb on her jawline, “You are anything but trouble.” 

She still seemed unsure, but her smile widened under his words, “Thank you, Roos…I hope you are right.” she sighs, pressing her cheek to his chest before stepping back to sip her own coffee, “We better eat something, just coffee won’t fill us.”

“I could make us pancakes.”

“Well, you could.” she begins, “But you are my guest here and we both know…what happened the last time you cooked pancakes.” Beatrice whispered, giving her back to him while grabbing some bread she had saved up. She bit her lower lip when his arms returned around her waist and his lips pressed wet kisses to her neck.

“I don’t actually,” he said against her skin, “Care to remind me?”

“Oh my God, you are awful.”

“Awfully turned on by you.” he replies with a grin, “But you are right, we better have something to eat. Don’t you have your dance class today too?” she nods, telling him it was one more reason to eat something now or else she’d just get sick while in class. He hums, watching her walk around the kitchen with a piece of buttered bread between her lips, “Will I see some of your moves tomorrow?”

Beatrice almost chokes with the piece of bread she tried to swallow, coughing with her face bright red. She just imagined herself using a column as a pole and moving in ways that would definitely make some of her elderly relatives faint or worse and maybe traumatize some of the others.

“Oh uh…I don’t think so, it’s more of a workout than a dance.” she said quickly under her breath, taking a bigger bite of her slice of bread,”Wouldn’t be…wise to do it.”

Rooster hums, amusedly, yet again he knew something about this dance class was off “I could take you to your dance class.” he says casually, watching her chewing slow to a stop “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“O-Oh um, Shells is going to pick me up, it’s okay!”

“I can pick you up once you are done then,” he says, “I mean, I have fourteen days of leave…I want to spend them with you.”

Oh damn him and his smooth talking, she thought. She wanted to spend time with him too, especially since he’d have these days off…she could just be careful, nothing outside Tiff’s building showed what her class was about inside after all and there were other dancing classes inside as well…she could do that! “...okay, I can talk to Shells, tell her you’ll be taking me and picking me up.”

Rooster seemed very pleased with himself, swallowing more of his morning coffee with a smile on his face. He was extremely happy because he wanted to know more about her mysterious dancing class, her movements back at Below Zero gave him an idea of what she could be learning.

They had their breakfast without a hurry, since she told him the time she’d have to go there, chatting about nothing and about everything at the same time. He loved that about her, amongst other things, how she was so easy to talk to and how the topics never ceased quickly. He could only watch with an infatuated grin as she explained a bit more about the characters in their respective mugs, both of them dressed less than casual but he didn’t care.

It was nice, it flowed naturally, neither of them got quiet to the point it got awkward, on the contrary it was actually the most comfortable silence he had with someone before. 

When they were finished with breakfast, cleaned up and for his immense disappointment took showers separately,  he took her to this infamous dance class of hers. He tried to get as much info from the outside as he could, which in all honesty it was nothing, only a tall building with glass doors and people in workout gear going inside.

She kissed him goodbye, which made a smile form on his face, watching her rush up to the front doors where Shells was waiting for her, giving the blonde a minimal wave just to let her know he saw her. He waited until both of them were inside to drive off, going back to his apartment to get his suit ready.

-

He picked her up when she messaged him, they had lunch and he set his suit in her armoire for the time being - seeing a peach colored fabric folded in the corner of it. After that, they spent the afternoon continuing watching RuPaul’s Drag Race - cue to Bradley rooting for Symone at every chance he got, much to his girlfriend’s amusement- until it was time for her to get ready.

Which meant he’d see the costume firsthand. Oh he could barely wait. Since his costume was literally Magnum PI, all he had to do was slip on a red Hawaiian shirt, beige pants and white shoes, then mess up his hair just enough to make it seem like it was curly just like Tom Selleck’s. 

He kept the shirt unbuttoned to his pecs, opening the collar a bit wider to show more of his chest hair - nothing like Magnum had, but it was good enough - as he waited for Beatrice downstairs, with his leg bouncing with nerves. She was in her bathroom for a good while, but he knew she had to get ready.And look great.

Rooster’s head snapped to the loft when he heard the bathroom door open, the sound of heels hitting the floor above doubling his trepidation, seeing the light turn off upstairs and her silhouette slowly turn into herself as she finally appeared. His jaw fell open immediately, the outfit was indeed Julie Newmar’s Catwoman, from the top of her head where a pair of ears peeked from her hair to the bottom of her feet where a pair of ankle booties were.

Even her eyebrows and make up were the same. God that fabric hugged on her body like a vice. Beatrice stopped by the bottom of the stairs, giving him a smile “So?” she twirled around for him, “How do I look?”

Rooster blinked hard, dragging his eyes all over her, “Fuck you look so good.” he murmurs, draping his big hands on the curve of her waist, “I-...wow.”

She giggles, “You don’t look too bad either.”

“Do we have to go?” he asks with his eyes still dancing all over her body, “Can’t we just stay here and enjoy this weird crossover between Magnum PI and Catwoman?”

“Roos…it’s my job.”

“I know…” he pouts “But you look so fucking good.”

Beatrice smiles, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, chuckling in surprise when he leans forward as she pulls back “Come on, it’ll be fun. Don’t you want to know what everyone will be dressed as?”

Rooster bit his lower lip, letting her lead him away from the living room to the front door, his eyes glued on how nice her ass looked under that sparkly black fabric “I don’t care about anyone else but you, gorgeous.” he says breathily, “But you are right, it is your job…and I’d hate for you to lose it because of me.”

Bea grins, pecking his lips once more as she locks her front door, the pilot just allowing her to take him since he couldn’t move on his own without feeling he was about to combust. The drive to the Hard Deck was hard, he just kept looking at her by the corner of his eye, continued looking when she greeted Penny - who indeed was Wonder Woman - and Shells - who was dressed as sexy sailor, with the little hat and everything - and kept looking when the bar started to fill up.

He didn’t even notice his friends show up, but when he did, he saw they were all dressed up. Nat indeed was dressed as a cactus, with a green sweater with spikes, green pants and a large red flower on her head. Payback was dressed up as Blade, Fanboy was dressed up as the Enterprise crew alongside Bob and Coyote, Halo was dressed as an angel, and Hangman was a cowboy. 

Of course he was.

“Rooster,” Payback begins, lifting his shades “I thought you were dressing up too?”

Rooster blinks, looking down at his shirt, then sweeping his hands over himself “I’m Magnum PI,” he points to his fluffier hair, “See?”

“It literally just looks like you with messier hair,” Coyote said, fixing his red shirt, “I mean, we saw Bea’s costume, why weren’t you matching with her?’

“I didn’t know about it until yesterday.” the mention of his girlfriend made his eyes travel to her smiling face not too far from him, “This was her suggestion too, it was quicker than getting something new.”

“Sure,” Phoenix says, chewing what appeared to be a pumpkin gummy “Magnum PI is just you in an alternate universe.” 

They talk for a little while, but they all notice Hangman suddenly paying attention to the entrance, so they all do as well. There was Evelyn, wearing a red suit with a darker red vest and a thin tie, her lips painted red and two curved red horns protruded from her hair, holding a cane under her armpit as she looked around with the sunglasses still covering her eyes.

The patrons around her cheered and clapped at her costume, but she showed no reaction until she reached her friends by the bar, pulling out her shades. Shells visibly jumped while Beatrice leaned closer, completely amazed, asking her something Rooster couldn’t figure out what it was. 

But seeing they were running out of beer already, he decided to take upon himself to go - only for Hangman to stand up as well, almost shouldering past him to reach the bar top. Rooster rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, but smiled when Bea looked up at him. God she looked so fucking good. Hangman stood between him and Evelyn, throwing a smile to the other woman, “Hey, beautiful.”

Evelyn’s hair hid some of her profile from them, so she had to turn her face to look at Hangman. Rooster understood why Shells jumped when Evelyn removed her shades: her eyes were completely black. Both him and Hangman jolted in surprise, seeing no iris or pupil and only a sea of black instead threw them off “Hello.” she smiles, her full lips were painted into such a deep red it seemed black and slowly curling in a menacing grin didn’t help, “Good evening, boys.”

“Doesn’t Evelyn’s costume look amazing?” Beatrice asked with a smile, while Evelyn leaned on an elbow on the counter, crossing her red clad legs by the knee “She always goes all out during Halloween.”

“My favorite time of the year.” she smiles, the cane she was holding had a tiny imp creature as the handle “Of course tonight's one night past it, but I couldn’t resist.” 

Rooster looked back at Beatrice, who just looked too happy to notice that Evelyn's costume freaked him out a bit. Meanwhile Jake just kept staring, so much that Evelyn tilted her head at him, flicking her finger under the brim of his hat with a dull ‘thunk’, snapping him out of his daze. 

He had a feeling this night would be interesting.

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