Well, Well, Well...

What was she doing here? Honestly, Lillian couldn`t quite remember. Everything was all a blur this many drinks in. Clearly, she hadn`t just stumbled in - she was definitely dressed for the occasion. When he commented on the fact that she didn`t look to be the party type, she gave out a small giggle, remembering all the trouble she used to get in when she was younger.

“You know what they say about judging books, don`t you?” She hoped that he did, because Lillian doubted that - in this state - she would get the saying right. Tucking a curl or two behind her ear, the blonde grinned up at the man.

"They ALSO say that you should drink responsibly," He countered, finding amusement in her attempts at deflection.

Homelander was a man who knew about all of those conventions. He represented AMERICA, after all, and Americans had to respect the old adages and wives tales. Or, rather, he pretended to care. He was above the false words and superstitions.

“  Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter or ghost?

If the answer is yes, then don’t wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.

GHOSTBUSTERS! WE ARE READY TO BELIEVE YOU!  “

Multimuse rp account for movie and remastered game canon of Ghostbusters. Canon & oc, semi-selective, and ready to kick ass!

@naturalheal - Liked for a starter from Beth!

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Jesus fucking Christ.

Beth seemed to NEVER get off easy, and, of course, being in the shop she was in - a grocery store, as Americans put it- she just wanted to go home. It was LATE, admittedly, and probably not the time to be grabbing a few snacks and more alcohol ( her stock was running LOW ) .

But, hey. When you’re caught in a robbery late at night, what do you do?

“Mate,” Directed to the cashier, the woman, CALM as a Goddamn CUCUMBER, leaned ever so slightly to the side so she could see them better, “Can you just ring my shit up so I can go home? Then you can get robbed in peace.”

Priorities were straight, obviously.

And just his own luck to be dealing with such travesty; practically on a gunpoint as the robber held the gun against his head. Sid’s own gaze followed his customer rather than the burglar. He finds her casual and calm demeanor to be refreshing in the situation, which he only returns with a blank expression on his own.  

“Sorry– I’ll help you with tha—” A pause followed as the barrowl of the gun pushed harshly, “You think this is some kind of a fuckin’ joke to you?!” the intruder hissed, cocking the gun as it clicked, feeling the tremble as they held it. “I still have to do my job,” Sid replied sarcastically; the gunshot echoed as it pierces on his left shoulder, a grunt, the pain felt like burn against his skin as he coughed. Sid finds himself landing against the back of the counter, leaving a trail of blood on the wall as he held his shoulder with pressure. 

How nonsensical to come with a gun, yet run in FEAR when you fire it.

She placed her items quickly onto the counter and abruptly lunged at the fleeing individual, left hand gripping his left shoulder as her right planted on the back of his head, and she forced him forwards to the door and slammed his head THROUGH it. A deafening shatter of glass, silence.

Releasing him, he fell to the floor with a heavy thud. She calmly approached the counter once more, right hand beginning to BLEED as she dug into her pocket.

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

“I love the decorations.”

“There are so many sexy kitties in here.”

“Am I the only one in costume?”

“I’m not sure if this room is full of strangers or if I just can’t recognize anyone because of the costumes.”

“Do I hear ‘Monster Mash’ playing?”

“Come on, let’s dance. Even the skeletons are doing it.”

“Did someone spike the punch?”

“I hate costume parties…”

at a haunted house

“This stuff’s for babies.”

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

“Hey, can we…go home? Not that I’m scared.”

“BOO!”

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“FuCK NO–”

“That makeup is so realistic.”

“I paid $40 so I better die.”

alone

“You should hang out with me later. I’m gonna marathon a bunch of movies.”

“[text] Hey, it’s me. I heard banging noises and I’m terrified. Please save me.”

“Halloween?? With friends?? What friends?”

“[text] I just heard some weird noises. [text] No I’m being serious. [text] I need you ri”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“I’ll just be chilling with the monsters under my bed.”

“Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with.”

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

with kids

“Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

“Aw~ I love your costume.”

“And who are you?”

“Look, man. You can’t give toothbrushes to kids on Halloween.”

“Trick or treat!”

“Let me check those before you eat them.”

“UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?”

“I wish it was socially acceptable for me to trick or treat on my own, but it’s not, so.”

with friends

“We should egg his/her/their house.”

“Help me with my costume!”

“TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”

“Are you just going to wear a T-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it?”

“Should we be drinking this much?”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

“Time to join the skeleton war, bitches.”

as a flirt

“You look so hot in that.”

“After being freaks, are we gonna get freaky?”

“[jumps into __’s arms out of fear]”

“Your outfit is scary…take it off.”

“I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.”

“If I was in a scary movie, I’d want to be trapped with you.”

“You–uh–spooked…my heart.”

“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

misc.

“Let’s carve a pumpkin!”

“I’d be a witch in another life.”

“I wonder if I still have that ouija board…”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“What costume are you wearing?”

“Let’s pull a prank.”

“I hate Halloween.”

“No, I didn`t think you would,” her words were only ever so slightly slurred, her gin only ever so slightly spilling over the edge of the glass. Shaking her head, Lillian let out a small chuckle.

“Because you`re Homelander,” Lily said this slowly, as though he didn`t know who he was. As though she was talking to a school child. Using her free hand to emphasize her words, she added; “And apparently that makes you the alcohol police.”

After taking a large, dramatic and most definitely over exaggerated sigh, Lillian held out her glass. If any of it spilled as she handed it over, the girl was none the wiser. Finally remembering his question - no, no it was more like a demand, wasn`t it? - Lillian let out a little sorry and thought about what to tell him.

"That makes me responsible for everyone, including you," He accepted the glass, a sparkle of something UNIDENTIFIABLY DARK flashing within his bright eyes as some alcohol spilled onto his red glove, "Thank you."

As a waiter passed, he placed the glass onto the tray in which the server held, not paying all too much for how it was received.

Another question that stopped her - could she drive? It`s not that the blonde couldn`t drive, per se, she had passed her written test, and she could work a car. However, Lillian had never received her license. The driving instructors had always said that she was too reckless, too careless - a real hazard.

She wasn`t about to say that, though. Clearly Frenchie wasn`t fit to drive, and Lily didn`t want to worry him. So she gave him a small nod, a slight hum as she did so. “Yeah, totally. I can drive.”

Lillian headed to the car and peeked in through the window, trying to familiarize herself with the various gears - she felt like a teenager studying for her test again. It`ll be fine, she told herself, a mini pep talk in her head. It`s just like a bumper car with a gear shift. Lily just hoped she didn`t crash it as much as a bumper car.

Before getting in, the blonde gave the French man a once over, clearly still worried about him. She asked the next question hopefully, though was pretty sure that she already knew the answer.

"No. No hospital, nénuphar. We can fix this ourselves," He slowly opened the car door, giving the area behind them one last gaze over before slinking into his seat. Slamming the door shut behind him, he slunk back.

His head fell back, and he bathed in the momentary relief that the head rest gave. His head was still POUNDING, a constant drilling that made him inhale deeply, eyes closing. Relax, Frenchie.

The blonde knew not to judge people`s taste in clothing, if it suits the wearer and all that jazz, but she couldn`t help it. Lily had always thought Hawaiian shirts to be distasteful, and then on Billy.. Well, it was definitely a disaster in her eyes.

When Beth started to share another tale, Lillian thought she was talking about Butcher again - but then she heard that his beard was handsome, so it couldn`t be. The whole tale sounded romantic, the eyes, the restaurant - the lingerie. Upon hearing Beth suggest that the blonde didn`t want to hear about that part, Lily shook her head wildly.

A chuckle escaped Beth, pitiful, perhaps, but it was low and genuine. God. It had been far too long since she'd discussed John in this amount of detail.

"It was, uh," A pause with furrowed brows as she thought about how to describe the ( her favourite ) set of lingerie, "Lace and silk. But not that super reflective shit, if that makes sense? Lining on the inside, ornate patterns - Victorian style. I'll show you at some point."

...God. That sounded STRANGE didn't it? Beth was used to talking to people about such things with whom she wished to bed. That crude ( ? ) comment was merely AUTOMATIC.

"Well, he also got me a few smaller items at the same time. Lovely bloody silk blindfold, proper cop handcuffs that a family friend gave us, and, God, as pathetic as it sounds he gave me one of his work shirts," A pause, a grin of REMEMBRANCE, "It was gentle. Passionate. LOVING. It's what every romance novel, fanfiction, or Pornhub video describes that you don't believe."

Too much information, or not enough?

"He was great at the whole aftercare thing, and mate. I remember just...... laying in bed after, cuddling, and laughing. Talking about whatever... and you would not believe how handsome the man looked with messed hair."