#''sexy'' ag halloween costumes....what a time to be alive

[vand0rk]

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[deesseshesca]

PAC : Your Halloween night (18+)

Let me feed into your delusion

Good afternoon pretty souls, is time to focus on the sexiest and scariest night of the year.

!!DON’T FORGET TO CHECK THE FLASH SALE!!

KO-FI

Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION 

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

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Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18 

A Frat Party Encounter

The night air was thick with the electric buzz of Halloween, and the frat house was alive with energy. Orange and purple lights flickered ominously around the porch, casting eerie shadows on the costumed figures spilling out of the door. Inside, the thumping bass of the music reverberated through the walls, a pulse that matched the excitement coursing through your veins.

You stepped inside, owning the room as you always did. The sexy construction worker costume you’d thrown together was a hit—tiny neon shorts, a crop top that showed off just enough, a tool belt hanging low on your hips, and a hard hat that perched playfully on your head. Eyes followed you wherever you went, and you reveled in the attention, your confidence growing with every step.

Tonight wasn’t about anything serious. You were here for fun, to dance, to drink, and to forget about the stress of school and life, if only for a few hours. You weaved through the crowd, smiling at familiar faces, sipping on your drink, and letting the music take over your body as you swayed to the beat.

But then, as you made your way toward the bar, you saw him—your ex. He was standing with a group of his friends, looking annoyingly good in his lazy attempt at a costume. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself for still feeling something when you saw him. It wasn’t that you wanted him back—you didn’t. But there was a history there, a connection that was hard to ignore, even after everything.

He caught your eye, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You could tell by the way he looked at you that he was remembering too, that he hadn’t forgotten the way things used to be. Part of you wanted to turn and walk away, to remind yourself that you were over him, that you didn’t need his attention. But another part, the part that still craved the familiar comfort of his presence, kept you rooted to the spot.

He made his way over to you, that easy, confident smile on his face that used to drive you crazy. "Hey," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, nonchalant.

"You look amazing," he said, his eyes drifting over your costume. There was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine, something that reminded you of why you were drawn to him in the first place.

"Thanks," you said, meeting his gaze with a level of confidence you didn’t quite feel. "You’re not looking too bad yourself."

He chuckled, and the sound was so familiar, so easy, that it was almost like old times. Almost. But you weren’t that girl anymore, and he wasn’t the guy you once thought he was. Still, there was a part of you that didn’t mind his attention, that missed the way he used to make you feel.

He moved closer, his hand brushing against your arm, and you felt that familiar spark, that undeniable chemistry that had always been there between you. "I’ve missed you," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

You swallowed hard, your mind screaming at you to walk away, to not fall back into the same old pattern. But tonight was about fun, wasn’t it? It was about letting go, about doing what felt good in the moment, without worrying about tomorrow.

"Don’t," you said, shaking your head slightly. "Don’t say things you don’t mean."

"But I do mean it," he insisted, his eyes searching yours for something, anything, to hold onto.

You sighed, feeling the pull between what you knew was right and what you wanted in that fleeting moment. You knew this wouldn’t end well, knew that you were stronger than this, better than this. But as he leaned in, his lips so close to yours, you found yourself hesitating, your resolve weakening.

Maybe it was the costume, the music, or just the intoxicating atmosphere of the night, but for a moment, you let yourself forget. You let yourself lean into his touch, just for a second, just for the thrill of it. After all, you could walk away anytime you wanted. But for now, you were content to let him think he had you, even if just for a moment.

Because tonight, you were the one in control, and this time, you wouldn’t let him have any more than you were willing to give.

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Late Night at the Office 🌙

Overall Energy: Knight of Wands

The office was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the day replaced by a stillness that only late hours could bring. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the desks, and the hum of the heating system was the only sound that broke the silence. Outside, the city was alive with Halloween festivities, but you were here, focused, determined to finish the work that had piled up over the week. Your friends were probably out getting wasted, dressed in costumes and having the time of their lives. But you weren’t the type to let loose when there was work to be done. Tonight, you had one goal: to finish what you started, to prove to yourself that you could meet any deadline, no matter the sacrifice. Your curvy figure, even in your business attire, was hard to ignore. The fitted pencil skirt hugged your hips, and the blouse, though professional, accentuated your curves in a way that you never intended but couldn’t quite help. You weren’t trying to be seductive—you were simply doing your job. Yet, the way your clothes fit you, combined with the intensity you brought to your work, made you alluring without even trying. As you typed away, lost in your task, you had no idea that you weren’t alone. Your boss, who had also stayed late, was standing just outside the door to your office. He hadn’t planned on being here, but when he saw the light on in your office as he was leaving, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He knew you were dedicated, but seeing you here, working late into the night, while everyone else was out partying, made him realize just how committed you were. He stood in the shadows, watching you for a moment, his thoughts conflicted. The Knight of Wands energy hung thick in the air—an intensity that matched yours but with a different edge. He admired your work ethic, your drive, but there was something else, something that made him hesitate. You were magnetic, and even though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. The Five of Wands energy swirled within him—a struggle between what he knew was right and what he desired. He could see how focused you were, how unaware of his presence, and that only made you more captivating. Should he call out to you, make his presence known, or should he keep his distance, observing silently, his admiration hidden? You shifted in your seat, adjusting your blouse, and he caught a glimpse of the curve of your waist, the subtle movement enough to stir something in him. His heart raced as he considered his options. He could interrupt you, make some excuse about work, or he could retreat, leave you to your task, and pretend he was never there. But the pull was strong. He took a step forward, then hesitated, the internal conflict raging within him. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to blur the lines, to step into a territory that could change everything. Yet, he couldn’t deny the way you captivated him, even when you were doing nothing but working late. Finally, he decided to stay in the shadows a little longer, just to watch, just to admire. He told himself it was harmless, that he was just appreciating your dedication. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He knew he was drawn to you in a way that wasn’t entirely professional, and that thought both excited and terrified him. So he stood there, hidden from view, his thoughts racing as he watched you work, wondering if he should take a step further or if he should walk away before he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. And all the while, you remained blissfully unaware, focused entirely on your task, your mind far from the thoughts that consumed his. For tonight, at least, he would let you be. But the spark was there, and he knew that it wouldn’t take much for that spark to ignite into something more.

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The Unforgettable Queen 💃

The club was alive, pulsating with energy as the music thumped through the walls, the bass vibrating in sync with the heartbeat of the night. Halloween had brought out the most daring costumes, but none could compare to you.

You stepped into the club, immediately commanding attention. Your costume was a masterpiece—terrifyingly beautiful. Fake blood dripped artistically down your dark, fitted dress, which clung to your curves in all the right places. Your big coily hair framed your face like a crown, bouncing with each step you took. The makeup was dark and sultry, highlighting your strong cheekbones, and your brown skin glistened under the lights, adding to the mystery. Your big boobs and bubble butt made your silhouette one to be admired, and everyone in the room noticed when you walked by.

You were the embodiment of the Queen of Pentacles—confident, grounded, and fully aware of the power you held. As you made your way through the crowd, you could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on you. Men and women alike were captivated by your presence, some too stunned to approach, others too shy to try. You were here to own the night, to revel in the attention, and to enjoy every second of it.

But what you didn’t know was that outside of this club, a network of men was still caught in your web. Every man you’d dealt with over the past year was still under your spell, unable to shake the impact you’d made on their lives. The Knight of Swords in reverse symbolized the restless energy they felt—an unresolved tension that kept them thinking of you long after your last encounter.

Scattered across the city, some at other parties, some at home in their beds, these men couldn’t escape you. They were checking their phones, hoping for a glimpse of your night, waiting for a post, a story, something to remind them of what they had and lost. For some, sleep was impossible, their minds filled with memories of your laugh, the way you felt in their arms, the curve of your body pressed against theirs. You had become a part of them, a thought they couldn’t let go, no matter how hard they tried.

But here, in the midst of the crowd, you were blissfully unaware of the effect you still had. Tonight wasn’t about them—it was about you. You danced like no one was watching, your coily hair bouncing to the rhythm, your hips swaying seductively. The men in the club were drawn to you like moths to a flame, knowing they didn’t stand a chance but unable to resist your magnetic pull.

You were a vision—strong, confident, and unapologetically yourself. You had the brains, the beauty, and the presence that left everyone around you wanting more. You weren’t just another face in the crowd; you were the queen, ruling the night with every step you took.

As the night wore on, you continued to laugh, to move, to live fully in the moment. The men who watched you, those you didn’t even notice, were captivated, knowing they’d be thinking about you long after the night ended. To you, it was just another party, just another night to enjoy. But to them, you were unforgettable—the one they would dream about when the lights dimmed, and the music faded away.

And as the clock struck midnight, the spell you had cast over them, unknowingly and effortlessly, only grew stronger. You were their queen, the one they couldn’t forget, no matter how hard they tried.

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[elizabethwritesmen]

i don’t want you like a best friend

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Pairing: College!Steve Harrington x Reader ALSO Ghostface!Steve x Witch!Reader (costumes)

Summary: You’re in Indiana for college. You just happen to be roommates with Steve Harrington’s best friend, Robin. This is a list of the times you bumped into him, starting with July move in day and ending with a friend’s Halloween party.

Warnings/Notes (PLEASE READ) : SMUT 18+, pining, friends to lovers, Robin being intrusive, Robin’s parents also being intrusive, angst, Halloween if ur into that, ghostface!Steve x Witch!reader (costumes obv), also if ur name is Grace this isn’t the fic for you just trust me on this, this is semi-modern I don’t mention time periods at all but I also made no attempt at historical accuracy so do with that what u will. it’s all make believe it doesn’t rlly matter imo. also this is a college au so I made up college friends for them! ALSO i have plans for another halloween fic, a super spooky super sexy one, but it will go up late prob sometime in late. november because i’ve put all my energy into this one and staying alive lol. enjoy! <3

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•Move In Day

I stared blankly at the boxes in front of me. The U-Haul I’d rented was jam packed with furniture and all of my belongings, leaving barely enough room to breathe.

For some reason, I thought it would be easy. I thought I could girl-boss it, get it done, all in a few hours’ work. Clearly I was temporarily insane when I came to that conclusion. Oh, well. Now I didn’t have a choice.

I sucked in a deep breath before resigning myself to my fate and starting.

I carried in the lightest stuff first, wanting to get it out of the way. I figured once I got through all the heavy stuff, I wouldn’t have any energy left for it, so might as well do it first. I got about four boxes upstairs, and I was bringing up a fifth and sixth, when I noticed the door already opened. I was sure I had shut it.

I walked in to see a girl and a guy, both around my age. She was dancing around, placing boxes of her own on the other side of the room. I cleared my throat gently, placing my boxes on the rest of my things.

She snapped out of her trance and her eyes landed on me. As did those of the guy she was with.

“Oh, hi!” She smiled brightly, “You just be my roommate!”

“Must be,” I sent her a polite smile in return, but mine was a lot more shy and reserved, “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Robin, and this is my best friend Steve,” she introduced, “He’s helping me get all my things up here.”

“Oh, nice to meet you both. Let me know if I can help with anything!” I offered.

“Oh no, that’s fine, I’m sure you have your hands full! Are your parents here helping you?”

“No, just me. I’m new here, so… I don’t really have anyone,” I shrugged, preparing to head back downstairs when she stopped me.

“Hey, wait!”

I turned around, staring at her expectantly, eager to get back to carrying my boxes upstairs. I didn’t want to be rude, but.. there were so many.

“My parents will be here soon to help me, so why don’t you steal Steve?”

“Oh,” I stuttered, looking to Steve, “I couldn’t ask you to help me. Really, it’s fine, I can get it.”

“It’s no trouble,” he shrugged, “I’d like to. I’d hate for you to have to carry everything up by yourself. Besides, any roommate of Robin’s is a friend of mine.”

I breathed out a little chuckle and nodded, “If you insist.”

He followed me to the elevator, pressing the button for me and walking on after me. I expected awkward silence but there was none, he didn’t allow a single lull between his questions. He wanted to know everything, where I was from, what made me choose the school, what kinds of things I was into.

“Do you go here, too?” I asked him as we approached the U-Haul.

“Yes, I moved in yesterday. Robin helped me get everything to my dorm, but I’m on the first floor, so it was super easy. I figured I should help her anyway, though, even though she doesn’t need it.”

“She might not need it, but extra help is always appreciated. Or any help.”

“Is that your way of thanking me for helping you?”

“Well, it was either that or bake you a cake and there isn’t an oven in the dorm.”

“Raincheck on the cake, then,” he chuckled.

We talked the entire way back up, and I was shocked at how easy it came. I didn’t expect to click so well with him, and I silently prayed it’d be the same with Robin.

“There you two are,” she smiled as we walked back in, “Did he talk your ear off?”

“No,” I shrugged, “He talked the normal amount.”

“Yeah, the normal amount for a 6 year old on a road trip.”

Their dynamic was nice. They picked on each other, sure, but it was all friendly.

On the second trip down, Steve told me about his life. His high school experience, his hobbies, his hair. His friendship with Robin. I couldn’t tell whether or not there was something more than friendship there. I couldn’t help the small part of me that hoped not, Steve was really handsome and the nicest person I’d met in a while. But I definitely didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, and I was much too shy to ask. Besides, a guy like him probably wouldn’t want anything to do with me anyway.

By the time we got back up to the dorm, Robin’s parents were there.

“Oh hello,” her mom smiled, “You must be the roommate! Y/N, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” I responded.

“Well I’m Robin’s mom, Melissa, and this is her Dad, Richard. It’s so nice to meet you! Oh, you’re just so pretty!”

“Thank you,” I grinned, a little overwhelmed with how nice the woman was being. She was pretty, much like Robin, and she’d aged well. But she also had a warmth about her that was comforting, welcoming even.

An hour later, they had all of Robin’s things up and unpacked. They didn’t even ask if I wanted help finishing up, they just got to work, carrying the last of my things up with Steve and beginning to open boxes.

“You guys really don’t have to do all this,” I mumbled, sheepishly. I always felt awful accepting help, overwhelmed with gratefulness to the point of guilt.

“Oh, hush!” her mom laughed, “We want to!”

It only took another hour to have everything in its place, and we all stared proudly at our handiwork.

“Thank you all so much for your help,” I smiled at the group.

“Of course!” Mr. Buckley patted me on the back, his grin charming, “And if you ever need anything else, you call us! Now, how about we all go get something to eat? I think we’ve worked up enough of an appetite!”

I at first assumed I wasn’t invited because, well, it’s Robin’s family and Steve has apparently been her best friend for years so he’s basically family too. I was new in all this and definitely didn’t expect to be having dinner with all of them. But when they all walked towards the door and I hung back, everyone turned to me, matching confusion on their faces.

“Come on,” Robin chuckled, “You think we’re gonna let you starve after all the work we just did?”

And just like that, we all piled into Mrs. Buckley’s car. I was squished in the middle between Robin and Steve. I wanted to give her the middle because she was so small, but she told me she would feel carsick from Steve’s cologne and she’d rather have the window seat.

“What’re you kids in the mood for?” Mrs Buckley asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve responded, and Robin and I agreed.

“I think there’s a barbecue joint a few miles down the road, let’s stop there,” Mr Buckley decided, turning to the back seat, “I know Robin and Steve like that, but is it okay with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” I nodded, still shocked to be included in the dynamic.

Mrs Buckley almost missed the driveway to the restaurant and she slammed on her brakes and turned in at the last second, throwing me gracelessly into Steve, my seatbelt the only thing keeping me off his lap. He caught me swiftly as he himself hit the door, making sure I didn’t hurt myself in the commotion.

I risked a glance at him to see his eyes peering into mine, concerned and a bit discombobulated from the startle of it all.

“You okay?” he asked, and I nodded, staring down at his arm that was still around me. He cleared his throat, setting me upright in my seat as we pulled into a parking spot.

I turned to Robin, taking note of the huge smirk on her face. She was looking past me, eyes on Steve. Must’ve been some kind of inside joke I wasn’t part of yet.

We all walked inside together, and the hostess sat us at a booth, pulling an extra chair up to the end of it. I went to sit in it when Robin stopped me.

“Remember what I said about Steve’s cologne? And I get claustrophobic. You’d better sit by him, I’ll take the extra chair.”

I nodded slightly, sliding into the booth and letting Steve slide in beside me. I didn’t understand what the big deal was about his cologne, it wasn’t that strong. It was subtle but sweet, cinnamon overwhelming my senses and filling me with a warmth and comfort I craved. The kind of cologne that, when someone passes you wearing it, you stop and take a deep breath in, soak it up for all it’s worth.

Robin’s mom and dad, and Robin herself, were all giving Steve that strange smirk now, and I suddenly felt left out. I guess they were all in on the joke. Unlucky me.

We made small talk while we looked over the menus, picking what we wanted to eat.

“What’re you gonna get?” Steve asked, and I had to look up to realize his question was just for me. Robin and her parents were talking amongst themselves, completely ignoring us.

“I don’t know, probably just chicken fingers. I’m picky when I try new places.”

“Lame,” he tapped me in the ribs and joked, and I squirmed against his touch.

“It’s not lame! It’s a classic!”

“Let me guess, macaroni on the side?” he raised a brow, and I stared sheepishly at my lap, causing him to chuckle, “You’re pretty predictable, Grace.”

“That’s not my name,” I furrowed my brows at him.

“It’s a nickname. You know, Grace. ‘Cause you fell on me in the car. It’s irony.”

“Giving me nicknames already? My, how our friendship is growing,” I rolled my eyes, “If only it wasn’t such a rude one.”

“You can give me a rude one, too,” he offered, and I thought it over for a moment.

“Okay,” I nodded, “Box Boy.”

“Box Boy?”

“Yeah, cause you brought in all my boxes.”

“That’s the best you got?”

“It probably won’t stick, but I like it for now.”

“What’re you two whispering about?” Robin cut into our conversation, wiggling her eyebrows at us.

“It’s a secret, that’s why we’re whispering,” Steve deadpanned, and she snorted.

“Well, you two keep your secrets, and we’ll keep ours.”

“Fine by me, I have a feeling your secrets are pretty dark.”

I stifled a laugh, taking a long sip of my soda.

The rest of the dinner was full of happy chatting and getting to know each other. It turns out I got along really well with all of them, and I integrated well into the little group.

“You know, Y/N, I’m really happy you agreed to come eat with us,” Mrs Buckley told me as her husband handled the check.

“I’m just thankful you invited me! And paid for my food. Really, you didn’t have to!”

“Now stop with the bashfulness, you’re basically family now!”

With that, everyone stood. Steve helped me out of the booth and held the door open for me on the way out. It was sweet, in an old time kind of way. I fought off butterflies, and a crush that I felt coming a mile away.

Robin’s family dropped us off, and we stood outside talking for a few minutes.

“I’m gonna go inside and crash, but you two kids say your goodbyes,” she waved her hands at us and walked away, leaving us in silence.

“So…” I started.

“So…” he repeated.

“It was nice to meet you,” I offered.

“You, too.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again.”

“Hopefully.”

“Soon.”

“Yeah.”

I paused, not knowing what else to say. He was making no move to ask for my number, of course he probably wasn’t even interested like that anyway.

“Goodnight,” I smiled.

“Goodnight,” he repeated.

He stood for a moment and I stayed there, waiting for him to leave.

“I’m not going anywhere until I see you get inside safe.”

I giggled, “Yes sir.” And with that, I walked in.

The elevator ride to the fifth floor was long, but finally I was approaching my door, and I walked through it sleepily. I collapsed onto my bed, trying to ignore Robin’s staring.

“So…” she sighed, “You and Steve, huh?”

“Me and Steve what?”

“You guys have got it going on!”

“Have what going on?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, seriously, the sparks could’ve lit a cigarette. Did you give him your number?”

“He didn’t ask,” I shrugged, “Besides. I thought you guys were a thing.”

“I’m into chicks,” she rolled her eyes, “And even if I wasn’t, I still don’t know why you’d think that. I forced you to sit beside him the entire day. You think his cologne really bothers me that much? NO. I wanted you guys to… you know…. hit it off!!”

“Well, I think he’s a little out of my league,” I shrugged, sinking further into my sheets sadly.

“He absolutely is not. And I promise he’s into you. He’s just not the best with girls is all. He’ll have your number soon enough.”

“You’re not planning on giving it to him, right?”

“What? No! I’m gonna make the little shit ask you himself!”

“If he ever does.”

“He will.”

•First Day of Class

I walked into the lecture hall, brows furrowed, trying to make sure I was where I was supposed to be. Yes, room 208, I concluded.

It was a large room, but it wasn’t completely full. There were only about 20-30 people there total. I, of course, didn’t recognize any of them, so I took a seat away from everyone else. Nobody even spared me a glance, and I felt comfortable in my solitude, until the heavy door opened and shut behind me and a figure looked over me.

I looked up to see Steve, just as handsome as the first time I saw him. He was wearing a pair of joggers and a yellow sweatshirt, and he pulled off the comfy look well.

“Why are you sitting over here all alone?” he asked, one perfect eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know anyone,” I shrugged, and he scoffed.

“Well come sit by me and the guys from my dorm. I’ll introduce you.”

“I think I’d rather stay here.”

“Really?” I nodded slowly, “Then you leave me no choice.” He plopped down in the chair beside me, setting his things down and getting comfortable.

“What’re you doing?” I asked him.

“Well I’m not just gonna let you sit all alone.”

“But I like being alone,” I huffed, “Plus your friends miss you!” I gestured to the three guys staring holes through us.

He glanced in their direction and nodded, and that’s all it took for them to pile over to us.

“Stevie! My man! You gonna introduce us to your lovely friend?” One of them asked as he took the seat in front of us. He held his hand out for me to shake and I took it carefully, sighing.

“This is Grace.“

“That’s not my name!” I groaned.

“Then what is your name?” the tallest of the guys asked.

“Y/N.”

“Cute,” he winked at me, and Steve rolled his eyes sharply. “Y/N, this is Tate, Drew and Johnny.”

They all greeted me kindly and I responded in turn, but there wasn’t much time to talk before an older man walked in, an air of authority in his step.

“Hello, all. I’m Professor Chomsky, I’ll be teaching this course,” he began. What followed was a list of rules, regulations, class schedules, and lesson plans dull enough to make my forehead hit the desk in front of me.

“This is awful,” Steve whispered beside me, and the other guys nodded, “Another hour of his voice might kill me.”

“Shh!” I hissed at him, trying my best to focus on what the man at the front of the room was saying.

“Oh, get off it,” Steve smirked, “You’re just as bored as we are.”

“I’ll have you know I’m absolutely riveted!”

“Lying isn’t a good look, Grace.”

Just then, Tate chimed in, “Why do you call her Grace anyway if her name is Y/N?”

“It’s an inside thing,” Steve waved him off, “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Yeah, because calling me ‘Grace’ to make fun of me for being clumsy is such a hard joke to understand.”

“I don’t like your attitude today, Grace,” he furrowed his brows dramatically, and I couldn’t help giggling.

We were all interrupted by the sound of Professor Chomsky’s voice, booming at us to be quiet. We obeyed, whispering quietly every now and then but mostly hanging on by a thread to his monotonous words.

The class ended about a half hour later and Steve and I went our separate ways. We ended up having one more class together, and the guys were all in there, too, plus Drew’s girlfriend Natalie and Johnny’s sister Elaine. Robin as well. It was the most fun of all of them. It also happened to be my last class of the day. As it wrapped up and we all packed up our things, Steve stopped in front of my chair.

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asked me.

“Sure,” I nodded with a smile, throwing my bag over my shoulder and following him out.

We chatted on the five minute walk. I found that I didn’t want it to end, but I hoped when it did, he would ask for my number. Or something, at least, to make me think he was interested. Part of me knew he wasn’t, though. Not as more than a friend.

“Here we are,” I sighed as we approached the doors.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “So… umm.. I’m happy we have those classes together. It’ll be nice to hangout every week.”

“Yeah, and we seem to have a good little group going. I like everyone a lot.”

“Everyone likes you a lot, too.”

I swayed on my toes, staring at him, waiting patiently. For what, I wasn’t sure.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he proclaimed, his voice chipper. I nodded slowly. “You know the drill, I can’t leave until you’re inside safe.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a dopey grin, walking in just as I had the last time.

• Hangout at Elaine’s Apartment

Days of hanging out with Steve in class passed slowly, and I soaked in every moment. I was trying desperately to keep what I felt at bay, but it proved difficult when he wanted to walk me home every day.

A month went by and it was Saturday. I woke up around noon, the week had been especially exhausting, and immediately started studying. Robin did the same, sitting at her desk beside me and rifling through her flash cards.

“How is it that he’s walked you home every single day and still not asked for your number?” she asked out of nowhere.

“Robin, we’re talking about biochem. Not Steve.”

“Believe me, Steve is a scientific anomaly, so it’s close enough.”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know, okay? It’s like I wait for him to make a move or something every day, but he never does.”

“Well isn’t there anything between you both? All the rest of us can see it!”

“There’s chemistry, or at least I thought there was, but now I’m sure it was just one sided. He’s just not into me like that.”

“Then why does he walk you home every single day and not me?”

“Well… you have another class after that so you couldn’t walk with us, and he probably just doesn’t want to walk that far twice a day.”

“You’re grasping at straws. The boy wants you.”

“Why are you so invested, anyway? It’s not that serious, Rob. We’re just friends, that’s fine with me.”

“I just…” she started, trying to form her words correctly, “Steve has never been good with girls. He had one girlfriend, in high school. She wasn’t the best. I mean, she was fine, and he was happy, but she hurt him and he.. well, the details don’t matter but anyway. He never really had luck with any other girls. He was always too caught up in something else. But now we’re out of that town and you can’t convince me that your coming into our lives was a coincidence. Steve deserves this, and I want him to have it. If he can just get out of his own way.”

“And if he can’t?”

“He will. Believe me. It’s just gonna take a big push.”

“I’d rather just be his friend than stress myself over it,” I shrugged, going back to my studying.

A couple hours later, Robin got a text from Steve telling her that everyone was hanging out at Elaine’s apartment and we should come.

“Wanna go?” she asked me.

“I don’t know, I have a lot of studying left to do,” I hesitated.

“I was only asking to be polite. We’re going,” she stated, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my closet. “And you’re not wearing those wrinkly old jeans and a baggy t shirt. Pick something cute.”

“I’m not really a ‘cute clothes’ girl.”

“Well, tonight, you are.” She looked through my closet, pulling out a yellow sundress I stole from my mom’s closet at some point in time. I had to admit, it was a beautiful dress.

“You’ll wear this with your white sneakers,” she instructed, leaving no room for argument so I just nodded. “Steve won’t know what hit him!”

“Honestly, he’s probably into Elaine.”

“Why do you think that?”

“She’s… well, she’s older. She’s smart, and beautiful, and she always dresses to impress. She’s just.. she’s got everything.”

“Yeah, that’s why I have a crush on her. But I promise Steve doesn’t.”

“Whatever you say.”

Before long, it was time to get ready. I put on a little makeup, just some mascara, blush, and lip gloss, and paired gold hoops and a gold charm bracelet with the dress, slipping on my sneakers and following Robin out the door.

We were supposed to meet Steve outside of his dorm. The plan was for him to drive us to Elaine’s. As we approached the parking lot, we saw him leaning against the driver’s door of his car. Elaine was right in front of him, and they were locked in what seemed like a deep conversation.

“What’s that all about?” Robin asked as we took a step or two closer. I stopped in my tracks, though, when Elaine leaned up and kissed him square on his lips.

My heart shattered into about a million pieces. It’s crazy how you never know how intense your feelings for someone are until they blow up in your face. Sure, it hadn’t been long since I met him, but everyone has had a crush that spiraled out of control way too quickly.

“Hey, love birds?” Robin called out, her voice accusing.

They broke apart, startled, and stared at us dumbly. No doubt Steve saw the hurt on my face, but I tried so hard to keep it at bay.

“Grace,” he started, making a move to walk over to me, but the scene was interrupted by the other 3 guys joining us.

“Okay, so how’s this gonna work?” Tate blurted as they approached, “I know Y/N and Steve always have to sit by each other, And Natalie will be on Drew’s lap in the back, so I’m assuming Robin is gonna squeeze in the back with us?”

“I’d rather ride on the hood,” she croaked.

“It’s fine,” I sighed, “I’ll ride in the back with you guys, Robin can sit up front.”

“Well, someone can ride with me,” Elaine offered, “And you’ll just have to ride uncomfortably on the way back instead of both ways?”

“I will,” Natalie offered, “Wanna join me, Drew? That way there’s room in Steve’s car for everyone?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, following her to Elaine’s vehicle.

“I still wanna sit in the back,” I shrugged, climbing into the middle and letting both boys climb on either side of me.

Steve stared into the car at me for a moment, fists clenched, before climbing in behind the wheel and pulling off.

The ride had the potential to be awkward, and if it wasn’t for Johnny and Tate, it would’ve been. They lightened the mood a lot. Between their jokes and banter, I felt comfortable a couple minutes in. It was only a ten minute drive, and it went by extra quick with them.

As Steve pulled in, the car lurched to the side and threw me onto Tate.

“Woah there, I see why Steve calls you Grace now,” he laughed as he helped me up. The spark I felt when it happened with Steve wasn’t there, but Steve didn’t know that, and he sent us a death glare through the rear view mirror.

Elaine pulled in right after us and lead us up a flight of stairs to an isolate apartment, quite large. It was a one bedroom two bathroom, but every room was huge.

“Mi casa es su casa,” she sighed as we walked in. “I’ve got drinks, card games, books to study, and lots of movies. Whatever you guys are into!”

“Let’s starts out with the drinks,” Johnny suggested, and everyone nodded.

Moments later, we all had a beer in our hands. Elaine suggested we save the liquor for after, and we agreed. We also all collectively decided we would play Cards Against Humanity until we were tipsy, and then we would watch a horrible movie together.

Music played from the radio in the background as we all settled into our spots for the night. Drew and Natalie on the bean bag chair, Johnny Tate and Robin piled onto the couch, and Elaine cozy in her recliner. That left only the loveseat for Steve and I, and I fought a scowl.

“Scoot over, Rob,” I gestured, but she refused.

“I wanna stretch out and be comfy! There’s plenty of room on the love seat!”

I rolled my eyes and flipped her off, walking begrudgingly to Steve and plopping down beside him.

“Is sitting by me really that bad of a thing?” he asked, and everyone stared at me, waiting for an answer.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just.. Robin was right. Your cologne is a lot.”

He almost looked hurt, but he shook it off as we started the game.

A few rounds in, Steve leaned back in his seat, accidentally shifting himself closer to me. I stared down at his leg, almost touching mine.

“You look nice tonight,” he mumbled so nobody but me could hear, “I’ve never seen you in something so… delicate before.”

“If you’re gonna compliment someone, it should be your girlfriend,” I shrugged off what he’d said and took a long swig of my beer.

“Girlfriend?” he furrowed his brows.

“You know. The girl you kissed.”

“Oh.” He stared at his lap. “Listen, Grace, that wasn’t -“

“I don’t want to hear it,” I shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me. You guys are super cute together, I’m real happy for you.”

He looked taken aback but my tone told him he should let it go, and he did, taking a swig of his own beer and leaving me alone for the moment. The moment didn’t last long, though, because before long everyone was a little intoxicated from all the alcohol and his arm was resting on my shoulders. I couldn’t fight the way I fell into him, I could barely even fight the sleep.

“Movie time!” Elaine exclaimed, jumping up to find her favorite DVD. She picked a cheesy old scary movie that barely made sense, and we were all more than happy with it. Nobody wants to watch a good movie while they’re drunk. She settled back in as it began, munching on the snacks she’d brought out for everyone.

“Please talk to me,” Steve mumbled into my hair.

“Don’t want to,” I slurred out, closing my eyes and breathing him in. My actions didn’t match up with my words and I knew that, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Well then come here,” he sighed, grabbing me under my knees and pulling me into his lap. He rested me against his chest, holding me snugly, letting me get as cozy in him as I wanted. “Talk to me when you’re ready.”

If I’d been sober, I would’ve worried about cuddling with Elaine’s boyfriend right in front of her, but I wasn’t. I did spare her a glance, though, and she smiled at me. Strange. She didn’t seem to care at all.

“Shouldn’t you be snuggling with Elaine over there?” I whispered to him, my face nestled in the crook of his neck.

He pulled a blanket from beside the armrest and tucked it over me as he responded, “Let’s talk when we’re sober.”

“Wan’ talk now,” I hummed.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Grace. The closest thing I have to a girlfriend is you.”

“But y’kissed her and you never kissed me,” I pouted. I don’t know whether my attitude came from sleepy delirium or intoxication.

“You’re right,” he nodded, leaving it at that.

“Y’could if you wanted to,” I breathed out as I drifted off into sleep.

I woke up in the passenger seat of the car. Robin was driving, and I looked around frantically for Steve before realizing I was in his lap.

“Oh, hi,” I mumbled.

“Morning, sunshine,” he smiled, “Go back to sleep. I’ll make sure you get in bed safe.”

“I don’t wanna go back to sleep,” I whined, leaning up.

I glanced in the back seat. Johnny was on one side, half asleep leaning on the window. Tate was in the middle, texting someone, and Drew was on the other side with Natalie passed out on his lap.

“Why’s Robin driving?” I asked curiously.

“He didn’t want you sleeping on anyone else,” she smirked at us.

“Oh,” I didn’t know what else to say to that.

He ran his hand through my hair, playing with the strands, twisting them between his fingers.

“That feels good,” I hummed, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah?” he asked as he kept going, tugging the strands a little harder.

“Mmhmm.”

“Get a room,” Tate coughed from his spot in the back, and we all giggled.

Finally, Robin pulled into the parking lot of our dorms.

“Come on,” Steve sighed, opening the car door and helping me out. His hand stayed at the small of my back as he walked me to the door, steadying me when I swayed slightly.

“I’m gonna have the worst headache tomorrow,” I whined.

“Probably,” he laughed, helping me up the stairs.

Robin cleared her throat, “I’m gonna go upstairs and let you guys… talk.” We nodded and watched her go, then turned back to each other.

“I should probably go up, too,” I mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Okay,” he nodded, but he didn’t let go of me. “I want to talk to you about -“

“I don’t want to talk about Elaine, Steve. Just go.”

“But-“

“No. I’m still drunk and I’m tired and my heart can’t take much more tonight so please just go and we’ll talk about it another time.”

“Grace,” he started, and I could tell he was frustrated, but I was too. It sucked walking up on him lip locking someone else. I didn’t want to listen or get over it yet. Any explanation he had wouldn’t be good enough for me, after all, what excuse is there to kiss another girl if he liked me? The only explanation was that he wasn’t into me, and he was trying to let me down easy. Or trying to have both.

“Stop,” I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away slightly, “I said another time. Please go.”

He watched me for a few seconds, waiting for me to change my mind, but I didn’t. I wanted him to go. For the first time, I wasn’t lingering or giving him that look like he could kiss me if he wanted to.

“Okay. Just take my number in case you need anything tonight.”

I nodded slowly, handing him my phone. He inputted the digits and handed it back, then let me walk inside in peace. I made it all the way upstairs before finally freeing my emotions, and the alcohol in my system caused them to spill out of my eyes.

“Oh, Y/N,” Robin sighed, walking over to sit by me.

“I am so over Steve Harrington,” I huffed.

“You didn’t even hear him out?”

“It doesn’t matter what he says, it’s not gonna wipe the image of them kissing out of my head.”

She nodded, staying up with me a little longer before we both nodded off.

The next morning, I woke up to a message from Steve. Apparently he’d called himself from my phone so he’d have my number too.

Good morning. Just checking on you. You feel okay?

I read it over and over before turning the phone off, deciding not to respond. I could feel my head pounding and I couldn’t take extra stress.

I got up, preparing to go get some water from the vending machine, but when I opened the door I saw a convenience store bag on the outside handle. I opened it to see advil, water, and powerade, along with a note scribbled on the receipt.

“Figured you might need this.

Let me know if you need anything else.

Steve.”

My heart grew as I paced back in the room, sitting on my bed. I texted him to thank him, then fell back to sleep with medicine and hydration in my system.

• The Next Class

I ignored Steve for the rest of that day. I suppose seeing him kiss someone else made the walls build up around my heart, but all I knew for sure was that he couldn’t get through anymore. Of course, I was still a bit sad. I liked Steve a lot, but we were better off as friends.

I walked to class the next morning, running a minute or two late but I knew Professor Chomsky wouldn’t care much. When I walked in, Steve and the guys were in their usual seats, and I took mine right in the center of them.

“Morning, Grace,” Steve absolutely beamed at me. I grinned tightly and politely in return, and pulled out my books, not bothering to respond. It probably seemed a little rude, but to me, it was what I had to do. “You gonna keep ignoring me? I screwed up that bad?”

I glanced over at him, “You didn’t screw up at all. We’re friends, Steve. I’m happy when you’re happy and if you’re happy with Elaine then I hope you guys work out.”

“Saturday night you were practically crying, and now you’re giving me your blessing and saying you want me to date her?”

“I was drunk. I’m not anymore, and yes, I want you to be with her. I’m sure she’s a great girlfriend. Just what you deserve.”

“Unbelievable,” he scoffed, “You really just want to be friends?”

“Yes,” I nodded curtly, turning to my books.

The other guys were looking at us curiously, like we were a soap opera playing right in front of them. They looked even more astounded when I walked out at the end of class without waiting for Steve. I felt horrible. He was the sweetest guy in the world. But clearly he liked Elaine more, seeing as she’s the one he made a move on, and I wasn’t going to stand in their way. I was sure it would get easier with time.

The next class I had with him went similarly. He tried to talk to me, and I brushed him off. I didn’t ignore him, I just didn’t entertain him, and I could tell it drove him nuts.

I could feel Elaine watching us, watching him. She must’ve been wondering why he was so wrapped up in me instead of talking to her. I was wondering that myself, but I let it go.

“Are you ever going to forgive him?” Robin asked as we walked out.

“I already did. It’s just not the same. I dunno,” I shrugged.

“I think you should hear him out. He’s bound to have an explanation for that kiss.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want to hear it, Rob. It happened and even if I decided to go back to how it used to be, I’d still see him kissing her in my brain every time he got close to me.”

“I understand,” she nodded, and we parted ways as she headed off to her next class. I, however, set off for my dorm.

“Grace!” I heard from behind me, and I sighed, knowing only one person called me that.

I turned around to see him sprinting to me, “I’m not letting you walk home alone.”

“Steve,” I sighed.

“No.” He seemed genuine, serious. “I care about you. Even if we’re just friends, I care about you. You don’t get to become one of my favorite people and then just cut me off. I’m walking you home. Like a friend would do.”

I stared at him for a moment, then nodded. Truthfully, I was delighted that he’d asked. I figured, with the way I’d treated him that day, he wouldn’t bother.

“So you and Elaine…” I started as we walked, genuine curiosity gnawing at me.

“Can we not talk about it?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Shouldn’t you be walking with her, though? How does she feel about our friendship?“

“Grace,” he warned, and I heeded, shutting up.

We made small talk the entire way, the awkward kind we weren’t used to. I hoped the “friendship” would come more naturally with time. After all, we’d been the best of friends for the entire two months since we met. And we’d never really been more than friends, so I wasn’t sure why this was throwing us off so much.

“Thank you for walking with me, Steve,” I said, preparing to walk away when he grabbed my hand.

“I really want us to go back to how things were before… what you saw.”

“I want that too, Steve. I just… can we forget everything and just be friends like we were?”

“Please,” he sighed, relief washing over him.

“But it can’t be quite the same. I don’t know if you realize how.. touchy, and close we are. Do you think maybe we could take a step back from that for a while?”

“If that’s what it takes to fix this, but I don’t want to. I hope you know that.”

“Steve, you have a girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s- well, she’s-“

“She’s what?”

“I can’t talk about it,” he ran his hand through his hair like he did when he was stressed.

“Of course. Well, when you’re ready to, we can go back to how it was. But for now, we’re just friends who don’t constantly sit by each other and hold hands and hug and walk together.”

“That’s fair,” he agreed, resigning himself to his fate.

With that, I left and we didn’t talk much for the rest of the day. He texted me, but I didn’t respond. I wanted him to get the picture.

• The Halloween Party

Another month passed slowly. Distancing myself from Steve was horrible. Every time the group hung out, he was agonizingly close, but I kept away and he respected my wishes and kept away from me, too. It almost itched, how badly I wanted to reach out and grab his hand. I thought it would become easier, but it didn’t. And the worst part was that the group wasn’t adjusting well to the new dynamic, constantly making jokes and comments about “me putting Steve in the dog house.”

Whatever had been going on with Steve and Elaine seemed to be over, they would chat but I never saw any PDA or even chemistry between them. In fact, she’d grown closer to Robin than anything, and when we would hang out, they would stick together. Natalie and Drew were a pair, and Steve would pack in with Tate and Johnny. I was sort of lonesome, but it was okay. Part of me wanted to just forget the kiss and go fully back to how it was, touching flirting and all. But as I told Robin, it was engrained in my memory and I didn’t really want him if he chose her first.

“Y/N,” Elaine snapped me out of my trance as we waited for class to start, all huddled up in our little group.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I was telling everyone about my Halloween party. It’s gonna be you guys, and a few older friends I have in my other classes. Not, like, a banger, but definitely a crowd and a good time. Interested?”

“Of course, do I have to dress up?”

“Well it is a Halloween Party,” she rolled her eyes at me, laughing.

And that was that. We all planned to go. She was having it at her parents’ cabin, about 45 minutes away from the campus. Obviously, she couldn’t do it at her apartment.

The days leading up to it, Robin and I looked for costumes. She decided to go as Velma, and she tried to convince me to dress as Daphne but I suggested that Elaine be Daphne instead, and they both loved the idea. I had a costume of my own in mind.

I dug in the back of my closet until I found a black peasant dress that I’d had for forever. It was long sleeve, and the sleeves were lace and flared at the bottom. The cut was low and accentuated the way the corseted middle pushed up my chest, and the skirt flared out but still highlighted all my curves in all the right places. I paired it with some ripped up fishnets, black boots, and a funky witch’s hat I found at the Halloween store that also had lace lining it. It was perfect, maybe even good enough to get the kind of attention that would help me forget Steve once and for all.

When the day came for the party, Robin went to Elaine’s to get ready and I got ready alone. I curled my hair, did my makeup perfectly for the first time in forever, and finished the look off with red lipstick. Then I got dressed, and I was ready to head out the door when I got a phone call from Steve, whom I was supposed to meet outside of his dorm so he could drive me, Natalie, and the other guys there.

“Hey,” I answered, “What’s up?”

“Hey, just letting you know, don’t walk over. I’m coming to get you. Natalie is gonna take her car, and the guys are going with her, so it’ll just be me and you.”

“Okay, you headed here now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in like two minutes.”

“I’ll be outside waiting,” I told him and we hung up.

When he pulled up, I was standing on the curb, all dressed up. My nerves were bundled up in my stomach, and I felt like I needed to throw up. What if he didn’t like my outfit? He’d never seen me so dressed up before.

He got out of the car and ran over to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I couldn’t miss the way his eyes scanned me, hungry and searching for every exposed patch of skin he could see.

He cleared his throat as he sat in his own seat, “You look….”

“Different?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Good.”

I smiled, sitting back. My nerves were still there, but they were eased by the way he couldn’t stop staring at me, glances out of the corner of his eye giving him away as he began the drive.

“What’re you supposed to be?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at his black t shirt and black jeans.

“I didn’t want to dress up, but Robin said I had to so I just picked up a ghost face mask.”

“Ghost face, huh? Chicks dig that.”

“That’s exactly what Robin said,” he laughed, “Billy Loomis does it for girls, huh?”

“I’m not telling you what does it for me, but nice try.”

“I see the new look comes with a new attitude.”

I blushed, covering it up by staring out the window. We were doing so well, just being friendly. Why was he suddenly flirting now? And why was I flirting back? I told myself to get a grip, and stayed silent for a moment, so he turned up the radio, taking my hint.

The rest of the ride was filled with silence, heavy with tension. I felt like a rubber band about to snap, the glances he was giving me sending me into overdrive but I pretended I was fine, crossing my legs and staring out the window.

I opened my door before he had the chance when we pulled into the parking lot. There were a good bit of cars, and it seemed like a little more than a crowd. I suppose Elaine’s intimate hangout had accidentally turned into a party. Steve noticed this as well, placing his hand on the small of my back as we walked in together possessively but I brushed him off, walking over to where Robin and Elaine were sitting on the couch.

Robin must’ve been over the moon with all the attention she’d been getting from the older girl. Just by the way they were sitting, I could imagine her pulse racing. Elaine’s legs were thrown over Rob’s lap, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck. If I didn’t know them well, I’d assume they were a couple.

“Welcome to my party!” Elaine grinned.

“It did turn into quite the event, huh?” I chuckled, glancing around.

“One person told another person who told everybody, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Where’s the alcohol?” I asked her.

“Through that door,” she pointed to what I assumed was the kitchen. I walked that way, running into Tate and Johnny on the way, so they walked with me.

“You look hot, Y/N!” Johnny grinned wide as he told me so. He wasn’t being weird or anything, he was genuinely just giving me a compliment, so I grinned in return.

“Really, who knew you had this badass in you? Red lipstick and everything? Poor Steve must be having palpitations,” Tate laughed, and the other nodded.

“Steve and I are just friends.”

“That’s what you want, not what he wants. He loooooooves you, he wants to smooooooooch you,” Johnny sang, tapping his fingers together in a kissing motion.

“I think you’ve had too much too drink,” I scoffed, pouring myself a cup full of whatever looked good and leaving them to go back to the couch. The only open spot was beside Steve, so I took it, sipping on my drink.

“You’re not gonna make yourself a drink?” I asked him, and he shook his head.

“Put on your mask, dingus. It’s a costume party,” Robin reached over and poked him, and he rolled his eyes as he did as she asked.

He looked good. I could feel my heart begin to race as he turned to me, and usually it would’ve made me nervous, but I just felt powerful in that moment. I knew he thought I looked good. I wanted to use it. I wanted to make him burn like I had.

I leaned in close to him, “Wanna play psycho killer?”

“Grace-“ he started, but I cut him off.

“Can I be the helpless victim?” I placed my hand on his chest, my fingers brushing over where hair peeled through the top of his v neck. I almost felt him shiver. “Please don’t kill me, Mr Ghost Face. I wanna be in the sequel!” I trailed my hand down his chest, scratching him lightly with my nails. As I approached his waist line, he grabbed my wrist sharply, halting my movements.

“You think you’re cute?” he huffed.

“You think I’m cute,” I smirked. I pulled my hand away from him and got up, leaving him there basically panting as I walked away.

I found Johnny and Tate chatting with a couple of other guys, and approached.

“Oh, hey! Y/N! I was wondering where you ran off to!” Tate smiled, welcoming me in.

“Just went to mess with Steve,” I shrugged, glancing at the other guys. One of them had his eyes on me, and I took the opportunity.

“Are you friends with these guys?” I asked him, leaning in a little closer.

“Yeah, I stay in the same dorm as them,” the guy nodded.

“Oh, neat! I can’t believe I’ve never seen you before!”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Plenty of time to make up for it,” he winked at me.

“What are you doing?” Johnny whisper yelled into my ear, “Steve is watching you!”

“Steve and I are just friends. He likes kissing other girls so I’m gonna go talk to another guy.”

With that, I stepped closer to the mystery man. “Wanna dance?”

He nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the center of the floor where people were dancing. He turned me around and I began swaying with him, daring to glance over at Steve. He looked furious, absolutely fuming at the sight of me with someone else. I was thriving off of it.

All of a sudden, Elaine pulled me away from him, pulling me closer to the couches. The guy protested for a second but Elaine sent him a death glare and he backed off.

“Why are you doing this?” she sighed.

“Doing what?”

“Dancing with him. Steve is right there. You’re breaking his heart.”

“Steve kissed you, Elaine. Even if you guys aren’t a thing, even if it didn’t work out or whatever and he likes me now, it happened and I can’t just forget that. He liked you more than me or he wouldn’t have kissed you instead of me and I don’t want to be second choice.”

“But that’s not what happened! Steve and I were never a thing!”

“Well he must’ve felt something, because he sure did swap spit with you.”

“It was a peck,” she rolled her eyes and huffed, throwing her hands up dramatically, “And I’m gay.”

My mouth fell agape, “What?”

“I never knew. I mean, I always thought girls were cute or whatever but I never had romantic feelings for them. Then I met Robin and couldn’t think about anything else. Excuse my bluntness, but I’ve never wanted to scissor anyone so badly. Steve is so easy to talk to, I completely opened up that night. I asked him if I could kiss him to see if I felt anything. To see if it felt right, and he said yes and believe me, neither of us felt anything. It was just weird.”

“So you and Robin are together now?”

“Well… I’m hoping we’ll get together tonight, if you catch my drift.”

“And Steve never liked you?”

“Of course not. Y/N, he’s been head over heels for you since he met you. He doesn’t talk about anyone else, he doesn’t think about anyone else.”

“Oh God, why didn’t I just hear him out sooner when he tried to talk to me about this? I’ve screwed everything up!”

“Look at him. He loves you, it’s all over his face. You haven’t screwed anything up.”

I stared at him for a moment before thanking her and heading his way.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, standing directly in front of where he sat so my knees bumped into his bent ones.

“Why didn’t I tell you what?”

“About Elaine. If I’d just known-“

“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything to anyone until she was sure.”

“Still, you could’ve-“

“You were so upset about me kissing another girl, nothing but the truth would’ve worked.”

“Steve,” I sighed, “If I had known-“

“What would you have done?”

“I would’ve- Well, I would’ve-“

I couldn’t even complete my sentence, he cut me off at the jump, leaning in and slotting his lips onto mine. I was startled for a moment but he didn’t stop, and eventually I kissed back, savoring every second like it was the last. He pulled away as if he wanted to say something but I didn’t let him, pulling him right back in by his shirt and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands found my back, pulling me closer into an arch and wandering, ghosting over my waist line.

We were cut short by cheers coming from beside us, and we backed away from each other just enough to look.

“It’s about damn time, dingus!” Robin huffed, wrapped tightly in Elaine’s arms. I blushed, hiding my face in Steve’s chest, and he leaned down to my ear.

“Come with me,” he whispered, and I nodded.

He lead me to the backyard, where a lake was glistening in the moonlight. There was a lake house beside it, cute and cottagey, like something out of a story book.

“Elaine is letting all of us stay here tonight,” he explained, “There’s only three bedrooms, though. So she told me we could stay out here.”

“She just assumed I’d be staying wherever you stay?”

“I mean, be honest with yourself, Grace. Even if we were still just friends, you’d rather bunk with me than anyone else here.”

“I suppose that’s true,” I shrugged, following him through the door to see that it was immaculately decorated. It didn’t have a real fireplace like the house did but it did have one of those huge automatic ones, so he turned it on, warming the place up. It was one room, there was a bed in the corner, not huge but big enough for the two of us, a TV above the fireplace and a couch in front of it with some other furniture scattered about. There was a closet and a bathroom, as well.

“We left the party awfully early,” I observed, turning to him.

“I have a night in a lake house with you, and you think I wanna waste it partying?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” I smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer.

“I’m in love with you, Grace. I haven’t loved anyone in a really long time, and maybe never like this. And I know it’s quick, but I don’t care. I love you.”

“I love you too, stupid,” I rolled my eyes, pulling him closer until his lips met mine again and we fell into a dance of teeth and tongue.

He grabbed the fat of my hip, squeezing, the dress bunching up in his fingers.

“Fuck, Y/N, do you even know what this dress does to me?” he groaned, “Never seen you like this before.”

“I only bought it so you could take it off,” I rasped as his lips found my neck. At my words, he started sucking, leaving a mark I was sure would stay for days, and I moaned. Something about him wanting to claim me made me shiver, goosebumps littering my skin, my need multiplying.

“I can do that, baby,” he nodded, reaching behind me and pulling the zipper down slowly. He eased it down my shoulders, his fingertips brushing my skin and his eyes following their path. His irises got a little darker at the sight of the black lace covering my most sacred places, and he went ahead and undid the clasp of my bra, letting it fall with the dress.

“You look so pretty like this,” he sighed, staring at me for a moment, his gaze loving.

“Your turn,” I smirked, slipping my hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head. My fingertips clumsily attempted to undo his belt, and he stopped me, doing it himself one handed and throwing it on the ground. It was one of the hottest things I’ve seen him do. I let out a light moan, and he chuckled.

“Feel like a helpless victim yet?” he asked.

“You’re not wearing the mask, so no,” I shrugged jokingly, and he frowned.

“I can fix that,” he stated, walking to the table by the door where he’d set said mask. He pulled it on his head and my mouth fell slightly agape. He looked so perfect. So pretty.

“Want me to fuck you just like this?” he asked, and I nodded frantically. “Come here,” he grabbed my hips lightly, leading me to the end of the bed. He spun me slowly, “Bend over for me, baby,” he coaxed as he pressed on my back. I did as he asked and all I heard was a rip as he tore off the stockings, not worrying about my shoes.

I looked back to see him falling to his knees, then I felt his fingertips where I needed him most and I gasped. It was slow at first, just light touching, but I was absolutely dripping, desperately waiting for what I wanted.

“Steve, baby, please,” I whimpered, and he chuckled again.

“Anything for you, Grace,” he cooed, pushing one finger in. I let out a sigh and a moan, begging for more, and he obliged, pushing in another and eventually a third. Before long, he had a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of me in a way that had me ready to come apart.

“Please Steve, need it, need more, need you,” I panted, pushing back on him, reaching behind me to touch whatever part of him I could reach.

I heard a sharp zip as he undid his pants, kicking them off. His tip rubbed against my slit teasingly at first, then pushed in slowly, and I let out a shaky breath. He was huge, bigger than I’d probably ever had, and my walls were stretched deliciously. It didn’t help that I hadn’t done anything with anyone in a while. I’d been waiting for Steve since before I even met him.

“Please,” I whined, my voice a broken shell of what it was before he kissed me. He’d wrecked me already and hadn’t even fucked me yet.

“Here you go, baby. I’ve got you,” he sighed, setting a steady pattern of thrusts, hard and quick and perfect, everything I needed from him, His hands found my hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, and I met him thrust for thrust pushing into him like a woman starved.

That lasted for a little longer before he pulled out abruptly. I whined, achingly empty, but he stopped me short by grabbing my hips and turning me over. “Scoot back,” he instructed, “I wanna see your pretty face.”

“I wanna see yours too,” I hummed as I did as he asked, scooting all the way to the top of the bed and laying my head down like a true pillow princess. He nodded, ripping the mask off and tossing it aside, and I gasped at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, hair a mess on his head, a slight sheen of sweat making him glisten.

He climbed up on top of me, grabbing my leg and putting it over his shoulder. He leaned down and captured my lips as he pushed in, and I groaned, the new angle putting him in just the right spot.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” I whimpered.

“That’s the point,” he smirked, reaching down to rub circles on my clit as he fucked me harder. “Such a good girl, gonna cum all over me?”

I nodded frantically, wrapping my free leg around his back and pulling him in farther, earning a deep groan.

“You’re so perfect like this, taking it so good. Who woulda known my quiet girl could take it like this?” his words spurred me on, making me see stars as the coil in my tummy got ready to snap.

“Steve baby need to cum, please cum with me,” I gasped, clenching around him as I finally snapped, and he groaned. He wasn’t very far behind me, and we rode out our highs together, staring at each other when we were done like a couple of lovestruck kids.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get here,” he whispered for only me, and I giggled.

“It’s okay, Steve. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t spent so long being jealous, this would’ve already happened.”

“I think it happened right when it was supposed to,” he smirked, kissing me on the forehead and walking to the bathroom. He wet a towel and brought it back, cleaning me up and then himself, then joined me in bed.

“Would you wanna, like, go on a date with me?” he asked, nerves clouding his voice.

I thought it over for a moment, leaving him in suspense.

“Of course. How about tomorrow?”

[lanawrx]

Initial D request! A Halloween party where Keisuke and Ryosuke spots their s/o in a sexy costume without their knowledge. Your writing can take the wheel of what happens next ;) keep up the good work!

Keisuke Takahashi and Ryosuke Takahashi see their S/O in a Sexy Costume

a/n: i could totally see keisuke in a werewolf costume and ryosuke as a vampire or mad scientist lol. no colored pics cuz im lazy lol

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Keisuke Takahashi

The Halloween party was in full swing at the Takahashi mansion. The dim lighting and scattered jack-o'-lanterns gave the place an eerie yet exciting vibe, with music thumping in the background as guests mingled and danced. Keisuke, dressed in a werewolf costume complete with fluffy ears and a fur-lined jacket, glanced around the room for what felt like the hundredth time. He'd been expecting you to show up ages ago, but knowing you, you were probably still perfecting your look—something he found both endearing and mildly exasperating.

He shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. They're probably making sure every detail is flawless, he thought, imagining you standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit or adding the final touches to your makeup. Keisuke wasn’t too worried. He knew you'd make an entrance when you were ready.

But an hour and a half had passed since the party started, and still, there was no sign of you. Keisuke leaned against the wall, arms folded, scanning the crowd. His brother, Ryosuke, was chatting with some guests nearby, dressed as a vampire and looking far too composed, as usual. Keisuke, however, was starting to grow a little impatient.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you. His breath hitched.

From across the room, you stood near the drink table, chatting with a few friends. But it wasn’t just your presence that stunned him—it was the costume. You were wearing something that clung to your figure in all the right ways, dangerously eye-catching and bold. The outfit left little to the imagination, and Keisuke could barely tear his eyes away. His heart started pounding, a heat rising in his chest that had nothing to do with the crowded room.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected this.

He made his way over to you, weaving through the crowd, his expression shifting between shock, amusement, and a growing sense of possessiveness. When he finally reached you, you turned, flashing him that mischievous smile that always made his heart race.

"You took your time," he said, his voice slightly husky. His golden-brown eyes roamed your body, taking in the costume. "But… damn, I wasn’t expecting this."

You tilted your head playfully. "What, this isn’t what you had in mind?"

He let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to adjust one of his werewolf ears. "Not exactly, but… I’m not complaining."

His gaze flickered from your outfit to your face, then back again. "You really had to come in looking like that, huh? In front of everyone?" His tone was teasing, but you could hear the possessive edge in it.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your waist, the fur on his sleeves tickling your skin. "You’re gonna have everyone staring at you, and I don’t think I’m gonna like that," he said with a grin that showed a hint of fang from his costume. His voice dropped to a low murmur. "You’re all mine tonight."

Despite the costume, the playful look in his eyes was all Keisuke. He couldn’t help it—you had that effect on him, always leaving him a little off-balance, and tonight, you’d just upped the ante.

Ryosuke Takahashi

The mansion was alive with the energy of the Halloween party, guests dressed in all kinds of wild and spooky costumes moving through the dimly lit rooms. Ryosuke Takahashi, dressed in a sleek vampire costume complete with a dark cape and sharp fangs, stood by the edge of the gathering, casually sipping from a glass of red wine. He was, as usual, calm and composed, eyes surveying the scene as if everything was playing out exactly as he’d expected.

Well, almost everything.

His mind kept wandering to you. You hadn’t arrived yet, and though he tried to remain indifferent, his gaze kept flicking toward the door. Ryosuke wasn’t one to get impatient, but after an hour and a half had passed, he was starting to wonder what had held you up. Still, he trusted that you had your reasons. Perhaps you were being thorough in your preparations, knowing how much care you put into everything you did.

As he finished his drink and placed the glass on a nearby table, his sharp eyes caught sight of someone across the room. His breath hitched as he recognized you. But that wasn’t the only thing that made him pause.

The costume you were wearing was… well, it was something else. Form-fitting and undeniably bold, the way the outfit accentuated your body sent a shock of surprise through him. It wasn’t like you to be so daring in front of a crowd—at least, not that he’d ever seen. But here you were, standing across the room, talking and laughing as though you hadn’t just sent his normally collected mind into a spin.

Ryosuke composed himself quickly, but his heart betrayed him, hammering in his chest as he made his way toward you with slow, measured steps. As he approached, you turned to face him, your eyes glinting with a playful mischief that didn’t escape his notice.

"Ryosuke," you greeted with a smile, "you finally found me."

He took a moment to respond, his gaze sweeping over your costume before locking onto your eyes. His voice, calm and smooth as ever, carried an undertone of something darker. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."

You tilted your head, playing innocent. "Do you not like it?"

He smirked, his sharp fangs just barely peeking out from his lips. "It’s not a question of whether I like it," he said, his tone both amused and almost predatory. "It’s a question of whether I’m going to let anyone else enjoy it as much as I do."

His words were laced with a teasing possessiveness, though his expression remained as cool as ever. He stepped closer, letting his fingers brush the small of your back, his eyes flicking toward the other partygoers who hadn’t yet realized you were here. "You’ve certainly turned a few heads."

His voice dropped lower, just for you. "But you’re here for me, aren’t you?"

You grinned, your playful energy meeting his calm intensity. "Of course."

Ryosuke’s smirk widened slightly, and he leaned in, his breath cool against your ear as he whispered, "Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing."

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[bluepoodle7]

#Illbleed#MichaelReynolds#MyGuessIsThatErikoIsAHyrbridCharacter #MyThoughts

Still thinking about how Eriko is half human and half monster but her human side is the dominant gene while the monster half is recessive.

I wish the game had it's Xbox port to talk about that and maybe see Eriko's mom at least in a photo or something.

I guess Eriko's mom's last name must be Christy since her dad's name is different and that he was divorced.

Similar to Dogs in Blue Stinger that he is divorced by his wife.

Both games have divorce in it.

I wonder if Maze of the Kings has plot for the main characters?

I think the whole Cork Inda Goes To Hell movie is like Michael Reynolds trying to cope with his divorce by making up a weird Halloween story to project on to like he's Cork Inda with Sexy Doll is his wife trying to save her as like being together with his wife but uses a popular cartoon that might not be canon to the Toy Hunter cartoon since the past episode of Toy Hunter seemed normal while also kid friendly in nature episode but Michael Reynolds was rich enough to make a whole ride which is just your player character in a Cork Inda suit to record the episode in real time if your player character survives the movie like episode and if the player dies then the other players just get in the Cork Inda suit to finish the episode like replacing a actor or actress in the mascot costume in a kids show like Barney.

It's also a play on old school cartoons that used to be in movie theater's back in the day with the religious elements like seeing Satan and sent to Hell or the cartoon censored version of it but Toy Hell just looks like a toy display at a store to fight in but I thought it would be like a thrift store or a landfill like area where toys are broken over and over again or can't escape this place.

That's why I think the game warns you about scanning the story marks and if you do it's like the movie was damaged that the company is only recording with only one take with parts missing like a vhs tape skipping or a scratched up DVD that doesn't play right.

These are just my guesses but that would be another question I would ask the creator about if he was alive and maybe what the last Cork Inda Toy Hunter episode was about plot wise.

I think Eriko Christy's hair is the only gene from her dad but someone found a model of her face with brown hair which I would be her beta design but I guess the creator made her hair purple to make her stand out since she is the main character.

I imagine Eriko at age 5 be like sitting at the table after avoiding all the shock event traps her dad put up then finally sitting at the kitchen table just for her mom saying their getting a divorce.

Having her be confused on what that is then later not seeing her dad by age 6.

Maybe have the kids in her class making jokes on how Eriko gets double Christmas presents.

I always like hybrid characters like the human dating a monster character to have a hybrid kid like Nergal Jr. and the Cartoonito animated series Let's Go, Bananas! with the hybrid Tiger Gazelle kids with a nice design.

I randomly saw the grandma episode where she talks in a animal language like a person speaking another language which was pretty cool.

Stellar is what I wanted Gumball to look like but if he was cabbit in his outward appearance similar to Klonoa even though he's a long eared cat.

Let's Go, Bananas | The Cartoon Network Wiki | Fandom

Let's Go, Bananas! | Shows | CBC Gem

Klonoa (character) | Klonoa Wiki | Fandom

Nergal Jr. | The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Wiki | Fandom

Found this cool fanart and the posing is neat with Michael Reynolds holding his business card.

Spoiler MICHAEL REYNOLDS by CaptStrife on DeviantArt

If I knew how to draw good than I would draw Maison Talo as Michael Reynolds and Zable Fable with the character's eyes closed as Eriko Christy with Fable in control with the character's arms turned into a weapon like the Jimmy's baseball bat.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

Spirit’s Moon

“You sure it’s okay for him to experience Halloween?” You asked nervously while glancing around at the other passerby who were dressed in various costumes from old school Dracula to new age super heroes. The costume you’d decided on, a bit cringe since it was a mix between an old gypsy costume that had been in the attic and a genie that your friend had passed down to you, was already earning you a bit more attention than you liked but it seemed to all be in good fun since no one had pressured or bothered you too much. Of course your parents put you on candy duty tonight but at least that means you’re free in the next hour. Leaning against the porch pillar, you crossed your arms protectively over your chest when a few younger youths gawked at your appearance before scurrying away thanks to your warning glare, then turned your attention back to the wild haired teen. “I mean, he might think that a gate to the shadow realm opened or something.”

Yugi looked up at you with those gentle eyes of his full of innocence while adjusting one of the many outfit pieces he wore. Halloween was one of the best times he could showcase his cosplay attire but today it looked as though he went a more simplistic route: a fancy headdress, sigils drawn on his bare arms with black marker or liner that reached up the left side of his face, patchy robes, and high reaching sandals that nearly reached mid-calf. “Aw, c’mon, I’m sure with you he’ll be fine!”

Curiosity filled your features when he grinned and disappeared without explanation. The next few trick-or-treaters were uneventful but concern began to rise when no sign of your friend could be found as you wandered along the streets with the fading sunset burning the sky above. Honestly, what could be keeping him? He’d promised to meet up with you and he was a very punctual person. Looking back over the earlier conversation it almost sounded as though he had something planned but chose not to include you in on whatever it was. Wolf whistles and jeers made your skin crawl as a group of older high schoolers made to approach with a glint in their eyes. Not a few steps away from you did they suddenly freeze, paling underneath their horrible makeup that was supposed to make themselves look like zombies, then they were gone in the opposite direction leaving you bewildered.

“Apologies for keeping you waiting.” A wave of calm swept over you at the voice that was like deep indigo silk caressed your being, encouraging you to turn in the direction from which its source was in. The harvest moon that was behind him made his appearance all the more pronounced as it cast his figure in a golden glow while a breeze made the wild hair appear almost feral but it was the pair of blood ruby eyes that made your heart race. What had originally seemed an odd or clumsy costume on your friend suddenly seemed flawless and perfect for the ancient spirit who stood before you now. “And what have we here?”

You practically slapped your mental self for staring and offered a smile. “Forget about these rags. You’re lookin’ pretty sharp yourself. I forgot to ask Yugi what that costume is modeled after.”

“Apparently, it is in reference of a film where a high priest was mummified alive who then resurrected as the mightiest force.” He seemed to regard your attire with interest, making you glad of choosing this mashup mess than one of those over the stop “sexy” costumes that everyone else your age seemed to be gravitating to. The growing chill of the October night air vanished as he took steps towards you until coming to a stop just short of meeting your frame. Those sharp eyes of his that could destroy any game or puzzle that crossed his path refused to waver from your own as that final step was taken which was closely followed by the heated palm of his hand cupping your chin. Sigils that had looked to be shakily drawn earlier now looked sharp, the strange headdress that had looked gaudy now seemed regal, partially tattered robes now seemed better fitting to reveal a generous amount of his upper chest that you’d never seen before but found tantalizingly lean muscles that teased your gaze. That confident smirk you’d seen countless times during when he faced against adversaries appears as his head dipped slightly so that your face was mere centimeters from his own. “The night is young, Y/n, shall we partake in a few of the festivities on this Halloween? Yugi mentioned of a small gathering of your classmates happening close by tonight to mention.”

The hoods of your eyes fell until they were half lidded. Matching the anticipation lingering in the air your hand rose to lightly trace a fingertip along the sigils within your reach, inwardly relishing when feeling his breath catch. “Large crowds aren’t really my thing. How about somewhere so that it’s just the two of us?” It was your turn to become breathless when his hand that had been on your chin fluidly swiped your wandering one and brought it to his lips as a glint entered his gaze.

[datingdonovan]

excuse me it's always hq halloween group costumes this and hq favorite halloween costumes on you that and never MATTSUN who is OBSESSED with you literally no matter what you wear for halloween

he just LOVES it when you dress up don't ask me what it is. fake freckles? oh yeah. fake blood? also YES. wig? no wig? sexy makeup? goofy makeup? clown makeup? doesn't matter. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and YES. and im sorry but if your costume involves any kind of choker???? double triple quadruple YES. you could literally dress up as your favorite cartoon character or a vampire bride or some dumb pun or just a random understated background character from a show you both really like. it does NOT matter how you look, something about seeing you all dressed up just sends him straight over the moon. I mean the man is in heaven.

you come out of the bathroom all dressed and ready, and he's just sitting there on the couch, scrolling through his phone. he doesn't even glance up at you, engrossed in some game. can you blame him? he has a pretty simple outfit, so he's been ready and waiting on you for ages.

"all right, babe. let's go."

the minute you speak, his eyes are on you. the way this man's eyebrows shoot up as he registers you omg. he takes a moment to soak in every part of the costume and his eyes land on your gorgeous, gorgeous face, and then he's jumping off the couch and dragging you into a forceful kiss, practically smashing his face against yours. the way he's grabbing the small of your back, leaning forward over you, he's practically dipping you to the floor right there in the middle of the apartment. I mean the man is kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

"issei!" you laugh, pushing him away. "do not mess this outfit up before we even get to the party! it took me like an hour to put this together."

he just smacks one more loud kiss right on your lips and pulls away, smiling stupidly, his eyes wide, his shoulders sagging, absolutely putty in your hands. "never take it off."

oh and don't even get me STARTED on the next morning, when he walks in and sees you fast asleep on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, hair a mess and disparate pieces of your costume in various states of still on, halfway on, strewn across the floor, etc. he tiptoes past you to the kitchen and makes you breakfast the best he knows how, barely able to take his eyes off you the whole time. he accidentally burns one of the eggs he's frying as he stares at your sleeping face, but as he tosses it on his plate he decides it doesn't really matter. he's too distracted, head just completely full of you, thinking that he is literally the luckiest man alive.

[auroracalisto]

aurora’s halloween challenge

rules:

use as many prompts as you want!  have multiple submissions, if you want to.  your imagination is your limit for this challenge!

the length of your post can be however long you see fit!  my only requirement (for the length) is that if it is over 500 words, you have a keep reading thing set up.

everyone can participate, and it is any fandom! 

the rating of your submission does not matter.  however, if you write nsfw, please tag it as such and be at least eighteen when writing it for this challenge!

be sure to tag me, and attach your post to the hashtag #aurorashalloween

i will be adding all posts to a masterlist, and i will be reblogging each entry!  if this would make you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to let me know.  i do not have to add yours to my challenge masterlist, if you’d rather not be included!

all submissions should be uploaded before midnight on halloween night, october 31st (i know time zones are funky, so as long as you have it uploaded when your halloween is, you are fine!).  you do not have to wait until then!  starting october 1st, you can post whenever you want.  you have a whole month for this challenge!

i’m so excited to see what you all come up with!  i plan on doing a couple, myself!  prompts will be included under the keep reading tag.

find the masterlist here :)

some of these prompts are light-hearted, but some of them will be dark. towards the bottom of the prompt lists are some prompts from horror movies (the most recent one i have listed is saw, so they might be considered older). it’s your choice what you choose to use!  also, just because it’s labeled as “lighthearted,” “darker,” etc., you don’t have to use it in that manner :)

Lighthearted Prompts

“Boo!”

“Oh, wow!  You, uh, you totally scared me.  Good one.”

“What’s your costume?” 

“What do you mean, a piece of paper?  You can’t go as a piece of paper!”

“You could go as a crayon if you want.” [bonus: “What, like a dumb couples costume?” “Yeah, exactly.”]

“I dressed up as [favorite character] once.  What if I do it again?”

“Halloween sucks.”

“Halloween candy?  What am I, five?”  [bonus: “I’m fine, I’ll pass.” or, “...I would love a piece.”

“Scary movies?  Nah.  No thanks.”

“It’s so cold!”

“Where’s your coat?”

“I’m sexy _____, I don’t need a coat.”

“Sexy grandpa over there has a coat.” [bonus: “I have an extra in the car.”]

“If they cancel Halloween, I will riot.”

“Did you carve any pumpkins?”

“Yeah.  I carved a pumpkin that looks like a clown.” [bonus: “What clown?” “Your mom.”]

“I don’t care that I’m [age], I want to go trick-or-treating.”

“Keep staring at me, see what happens!” [bonus: “_____, that’s a child.” “Yeah, and? They look like they want my candy!”]

“I’ve been ready for Halloween, since last Halloween.”

“There’ll be a party next year. What if we just stay in and watch Halloween movies all night?”

Darker Prompts

“This place scares the hell out of me.”

“Can we leave before we’re all possessed?”

“What? What do you mean you summoned a demon?”

“It’s so dark in here.  I can’t see my hands.”

“Did… did you hear that?”

“Is that fake blood?  Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

“That’s real blood…”

“I will not be the first one killed.  I will not be the-” [bonus: “Oh, shit, they just killed _____.”]

“I’m sick of being scared.  I just need to go and do it!” [bonus: “Shit, shit, shit, never mind, I’m scared-”]

“I have a lot of things going for me, but right now, dying is not on that list.”

“It’s alive?  Holy shit, that thing is alive!”

“Is it just me, or does that Scarecrow look like _____?” [bonus: “Uh, guys, I think that is _____…”]

“Guys, where the hell is _____?”

“Haha, very funny _____.”

“You’re scaring me, _____.”

“No, shh! Be quiet!”

“I don’t think we’ll make it through the night.”

Miscellaneous Prompts

“Did that Scarecrow just move?”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“...right?”

“Put that ouija board down, or I swear, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?  What will you do, _____?”

“Is there any spirit with us tonight?”

“You’re moving it.”

“Am not.”

“Stop moving it!”

“I’m not moving it!”

“Your arm is flexing!  You’re moving it!”

“Who’s there?” [bonus: “Not me.”]

“It’s Halloween.  All the ghouls will be out and about.” [bonus: “Uh, yeah, doubtful.” and/or, “Darling, did you forget I’m a vampire?  I’m only speaking from experience.”]

“The full moon looks really pretty tonight.” [bonus: “Oh, shit, did you say full moon?  Uh, I got to go-”]

“Wouldn’t it suck if we got locked in the same haunted house together? All alone? Just the two of us? Crazy, right?”

“Try me, bitch.”

“Try a different spell. I don’t think that one worked.”

“That’s the best costume I’ve seen!” [bonus: “Uh, dude, not a costume.”]

“Waiiit, wait, you seriously look so hot.”

“I’ll kick your vampire ass if I have to!”

Horror Movie Prompts

“They’re all crazy.  They’re all crazy except you and me.” [Dracula 1931]

“We belong dead.” [The Bride of Frankenstein 1935]

“We all go a little mad sometimes.” [Psycho 1960]

“This is not a dream!  This is really happening!” [Rosemary’s Baby 1968]

“You’re gonna die up there.” [The Exorcist 1973]

“It’s Halloween; I guess everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” [Halloween 1978]

“Is it dead?” “I think so.” “Then why are we still running?” [Children of the Corn 1984]

“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.” [A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984]

“Be afraid.  Be very afraid.” [The Fly 1986]

“The party’s over!” [Dead Alive 1992]

“Movies don’t create psychos.  Movies make psychos more creative.” [Scream 1996]

“Do you like scary movies?” [Scream 1996]

“Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.” [The Devil’s Advocate 1997]

“I’m scared to close my eyes.  I’m scared to open them!” [The Blair Witch Project 1999]

“I wanna play a game.” [Saw 2004]

“Game Over!” [Saw 2004]

some mutuals who i think would be interested: @hellotvshowtrash @elijahs-wife @captainsophiestarkwriting @ronniemikaelson @dumble-daddy @mikaelsonsdeservedbetter @imaginearyparties @no-mercy-bby @nalledimessi @njeancastro316 @xxwritemeastoryxx @voidmalfoy @tatestripedsweater @dizzydancingdreamer @killingviolets @moonlightsong @mayans-sauce @lady-salvatore @tatesweaterweather @cherryblossomllama @thatweirdoleigh @button-writes @imdreamingwiththestars @divine-mistake @americxn @kitwalker02 @kitsommers @zodiyack @mossybank @kitwalker64 @leossmoonn @brown-eyed-babes @hoebrowsalad @mrs-maximoff-kenner @waywardcriminalminds @sapphireplums @multifandomgirlll @xoxosinister @anxiously-sad @ssa-atlas-hoodrat @captainxholmes @nikmikaelsonswife

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[zoe-oneesama]

Okay, semi-serious question! What would each member of Miss Bustier's class in the Scarlet!AU, including Lila, dress up as for Halloween?

Well I think my ideas would probably apply to canon. And obviously I know France doesn’t really do Halloween (at least not how America does), so we’re gonna just retcon reality and pretend Halloween is a common thing to these kids, so basically:

Marinette: A character costume. From a cartoon or movie or game, whatever it is she’s handmaking and handstyling all of it and is scouring the internet to make sure every detail is 100% canon accurate. Every year she tries to outdo herself by getting more and more intricate characters. Year 1 - Princess Peach Paper Mario version. Year 5 - Princess Peach Smash Bros verison.

Adrien: It’s the first year he gets to participate and it’s not some bougie adult wine drinking party, so he either goes for a visual pun (sticking a bunch of beige paint swatches to himself to be 50 Shades of Grey) or goes super basic royalty free costume, like A Vampire or A Devil. If he has a partner he’d totally go couples costumes, but who decides the costumes depends on the partner. (Marinette would totally bow to his whims but Kagami would reel him in)

Alya: She’s been in different store bought Majestia costumes since she was old enough to call the shots. Only this year is she going for Hometown Heroes, but she’s completely caught between who to choose - Ladybug because obviously, or Carapace because her boyfriend, or Rena Rouge because it’s hilarious?! So many options!!!

Nino: He’s never gotten super into it but keeps it alive for Chris. Typically he’ll pull together a “closet costume”, like pulling out the plaid button up and sticking some straw out of the pockets to be a scarecrow. Going to parties with Alya makes him want to try a little harder this year so he’ll probably actually buy a full costume this year to go with whatever she decides to be (”Wait, you’re gonna dress as me this year?!”)

Canon Chloe: She’s worn her Ladybug costume a few too many times in public, so she’ll probably go for Queen Bee but with a twist - like a full ballgown princess but Queen Bee themed. It’s super expensive decorated with real rhinestones, as are all the costumes she’s had in the past because she’s in a personal competition with Marinette. It kills her that Marinette always gets way more compliments on her costumes. 

SL Chloe: Same as above but Scarlet Lady themed. She’s at least smart enough to forgo the mask and demands pockets to shove Tikki into.

Canon Sabrina: In order to match Chloe but not outshine her, Sabrina is ordered to be a bee (to be Queen Bee’s “Pollen”, though Sabrina doesn’t know what that means). She’s an adorabee and her outfit is also pretty expensive because it was commissioned by Chloe, but that also means Sabrina got zero input on it. 

SL Sabrina: It’s the first time Sabrina hasn’t relied on Chloe to “make” her costume (or rather DECIDE her costume) and all the independence has Sabrina scrambling a bit. In the end, by borrowing some of her dad’s old things, she dresses as a Cutie Cop complete with a too big hat and handcuffs she has to SWEAR not to use.

Max: With some carefully painted cardboard and foam, he’s one of the bots from UMS III. Despite the crudeness of the costume, it is also meticulously model accurate, and also very difficult to move in.

Kim: 100% one of those inflatable T Rex costumes.

Alix: She’d probably wear her regular clothes but invest in a high quality wolf mask and hands and sneak up on people all night.

Nathaniel: He’d have to prepare months in advance but he’d show up as Super Nathan. He skips on the face paint but considering it’s his OC and he still draws it in his comic, I think he’s not emotionally tainted by being an akuma and it’s own little “Fuck You” to Hawkmoth. Plus it makes Chloe stay 10000 miles away from him. 

Mylene: Mylene walks into a costume shop with no plan, wanting to be taken in by how a costume looks and feels on her. Because of that she has an eclectic background and no one ever knows what she’s going to come as. Last year she was a racoon because the costume dress had ears on the hoodie, but maybe this year she comes as a Mad Hatter because the costume came with a lot of pieces. Who knows?!

Ivan: He knows he’s going to avoid anything with a mask if he wants his girlfriend to come near him. That does knock off a lot of his favorite horror characters, so he goes an Adrien route and shows up as A Ninja. Yep. Definitely not a video game character, noooo, this is TOTALLY just A Ninja. Uhuh.

Rose: Unicorn Princess. With wings. And a tiara. And A wand. And a tail. And rainbow chalk in her hair. And stickers. 

Juleka: She’s a witch, but not a store bought cute short skirt one. Like a voodoo hag that dragged herself out of the swamp to curse mankind. She’s basically one every year so she just adds onto her costume and every year her witch costume just increases in collectables. Vials around her waist and a fake crow on her hat, a spell book appeared one year, and spider webs draped over her shoulders. Uh, are you sure that’s just a costume Juleka?

Canon Lila: She doesn’t care much about the actual costume but takes a lot of care making sure it’s juuuuuust towing the line between cute and sexy. It needs to be attention getting but not bad attention. She goes for slightly childish characters, like Little Red Riding Hood, so she can get away with saying she thought it was “just adorable!” when she knows it’s showing her off. If I wanted her to be even cheekier, I’d have her find a “Sexy” Rena Rouge costume that’s pretty much Rena Rouge but in a skirt, and watch Alya convulse.

SL Lila: Drop the act and just admit she likes feeling sexy. Her friends help her find costumes that are age appropriate but scratch that itch and Lila puts more thought into the actual character. She gets a new appreciation for merging horror with pretty stuff - like a Zombie Cheerleader or Elsa but with ice coming out of her skin. It also lets her stretch her makeup skills. 

[coldcocoamilk]

ch 10 | I Went to College and All I Got Was This Lousy Degree

if you've ever wanted a Levihan modern high school/college au here's your fic. coming of age, figuring out your true self, make it a little gay sometimes, a lot of poorly paced chaos - what's better for a college student?

a precursor to this fic is the absolutely crackfic shitpost hodgepodge that was Grape Four Loko available on Ao3.

if you wanna read the college au on Ao3, click here.

otherwise, ch. 10 is under the cut!

It wouldn’t be a Halloween party without just a little bit of costumery.

Neither girls had a full costume ready, but rather pieces from old costumes that made it all feel at least a little like the holiday.

Nanaba was dressed in a pair of silver disco pants, a glittery silver loose top, and a pair of cheap silver sandals. She wore her hair down and her face had cheap silver paint all over it. She looked vaguely like a bionic woman and vaguely like mech-head’s wet dream. Still, she made it work, adding spots of that silver glitter from Halloween on her lips and the high points of her cheekbones, letting a viewer know that in spite of it not really being a costume, it was at least creative.

Hange had gone a more traditional route, donning a pair of chunky black boots, ripped black skinny jeans, and a corset-like black top that was definitely intended more for lingerie and not for actual outerwear. She pulled a long-sleeved shrug over it all that was made purely of a thick lace and donned a large witches hat decorated with iridescent black feathers and netting. Her lips were painted black, of course, and Nanaba had done some magic eyeshadow work to make her eyes smolder and the rest of her face look a little more gaunt.

In short, they were cute and sexy and all ready to go.

The rich kid who owned the ranch outdid himself this year. There was a dry ice smoke machine set up near the front door and several inside, making it hard to see the floor and covering everything in a pleasantly cool thick fog. Fake cobwebs and spiders were everywhere, and many of the lights inside had been changed from regular bulbs to black light bulbs. A photo op had been set up in the back yard with a glittery black piece of cloth thrown behind stacks of haybales. And there were pumpkins everywhere. Carved, whole, huge, small, weird shapes and albino ones were all present throughout the house. As usual, music throbbed throughout the house, giving it an almost heartbeat type feeling.

And they were alive.

Jell-o shots were everywhere – some in tiny plastic cups, others in orange peels, and some dusted with starch just laying out on a metal sheet pan. The kitchen had more bottles than they could count, as usual. Wherever the hell this guy got all the resources to throw a party like this, Hange would never know – but they were always top tier.

Hange and Nanaba pounded three of the orange Jell-o shots themselves, the candy-like substance sliding easily down their throat and tasting only slightly of vodka. They were good. Hange grabbed a couple of the cupped versions in different colors in her hands and meandered through the party, almost immediately losing sight of Nanaba in the thick crowd of people in the back yard. She said hello to some of her classmates and waved to even more friends from her lunch crowd. Two more delicious Jell-o concoctions later with a graduate from last year, the liquor finally hit her and she found herself laughing a little too loud.

“Hey, I’mma go in and grab some water,” she told them, stumbling over her feet. Okay, maybe five shots within a thirty minute span of time wasn’t the best idea, and she knew better. A tiny voice in her drunk brain nagged that they were delicious, though.

Water was procured and two more cupped shots were as well, thanks to the part of her pea-brain that wanted to stay this level of drunk. She wandered through the house, her friends outside long forgotten, eventually just crashing on the couch next to someone.

“Hey,” she said, passing them a shot. “Do a shot with me.”

He looked at her, silently uncapping the treat and rolling his pinky finger around the edge of the cup. “Cheers,” he replied bluntly.

She uncapped the water bottle after that, chugging half it down in one drink. Gasping for air, she re-capped it, then poked her friend’s knee.

“Told you I’d find you,” she said.

“And you did,” Levi laughed.

“You okay? You seem kinda out of it,” she leaned into the couch further, feeling it’s leather envelope her like a soft hug.

He shrugged. “I’m fuckin tired, Hange. I couldn’t sleep all night. I shouldn’t have even come out, really.” His eyes wander over to her for the first time. “I’m glad you came, though.”

His eyes are glossy. Well, at least they’re both on the same level, she thinks.

“I’m glad I came,” she replies. “This place looks awesome.”

“You look… really good tonight,” he’s staring at her with shining eyes, and she feels his gaze travel from her head to her toes. It’s uncomfortable, unlike the other times she’s been aware of guys checking her out. Maybe… no. But, possibly?

“Thank you,” she says awkwardly, feeling her cheeks and ears heat up. “You look the same, but I like the jacket.”

He chuckles at that. “Thanks, I guess.”

He has a leather jacket on, with a graphic pumpkin tee on underneath. He wears regular blue jeans and boots like hers, and maybe a smide of – is that?

“Are you wearing eyeliner?” She accused.

That earns her another laugh before he quiets. “Come here,” he says, reaching over to her.

She scooted herself closer to him, to a point where she could feel the heat radiating off him from under his leather jacket and leaned her head on his shoulder. The cool leather was nice against her flushed cheeks and made her aware of her pounding heartrate. Why was she anxious? This was Levi. In her heart, she knew he was a safe person to be around, but…

“Hey,” he says softly, jerking her out of her trance. “Relax. Are you sure you aren’t tired too?”

“I – uh – yeah,” she replies jerkily, trying to bring herself back into reality with a breathless giggle. “Sorry, I  had like six shots, and I think they’re just hitting me now.”

He makes a noise deep in the back of his throat, something like agreement. “You know, we could just take a nap here.”

“We could,” she says, letting her eyes fall closed. “Bit of a waste of the night, but it sounds pretty nice right now, not gonna lie.”

“It’s not a waste. Hey,” he says in that same soft voice. She feels his hand trail up to her chin, gently nudging it up with one of his fingers. “Open your eyes.”

Her first thought is that his eyelashes are thick. She’s never really looked at him in the eyes like this, and she’s pleasantly surprised to find them peaceful behind all those lashes. For a moment, she’s jealous, and drinks their beauty in. Only for a moment, though.

Nobody expects their first kiss to be like the movies. And sure, she’s sure that this isn’t exactly like how the movies happen, but it’s pretty damn close.

His lips are soft, so much softer than she expected, and that finger on her chin is firm in tilting her head in the right directions. Before she’s aware of herself, she snakes her hand to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her and deepening the kiss. He smells like peppermint and lavender and well-oiled leather and tastes like booze and is just so very incredibly soft.

Levi’s hand travels down her chin and onto her chest, ever so gently resting with his palm open right above her breasts. His touch feels like velvet and fire both at once, and suddenly she’s craving it. Her other arm wraps around his hip, the first place she can reach, gripping onto the sharp bone. It earns her a gasp into her mouth and sends a rush of pleasure to her body.

No, it’s not quite like the movies.

One moment, she’s having a life changing experience, and in the next moment, she’s having a completely separate life changing experience. The yank on her arm was hard, hard enough to pop her shoulder weirdly and make her stumble off the couch and onto her butt and elbows. Her back hits the leg of the coffee table, sending a jolt of pain through her spine. The slap to her face was abrupt and confused her further, forcing her to look up at whoever was choosing violence tonight.

The girl was tall, probably around Hange’s height, with pin-straight black down to her lower back and flawless dark makeup. She wore painted on black skinny jeans with rips down the thighs and an equally tight fitting black crop top, with a chunky pair of black leather boots to finish off the look. It registers in Hange’s brain that she’s hot. She’s incredibly hot, even when she’s pissed.

“Get the fuck off my boyfriend, you whore,” the girl hisses at her.

“Lay off, Mina,” Levi called from the couch. He was sitting up properly now, but his eyes betrayed how drunk he was. “It didn’t mean anything. You don’t have to go and hit her.”

Mina turned to face Levi, shoving him back into the couch by his shoulders. “Bullshit. You and I are done. She even fucking copied my outfit. I’m burning your shit.”

Hange watched the two with wide eyes, speechless. Levi has a girlfriend? Levi… had a girlfriend? He had never mentioned a girlfriend. In fact, he didn’t seem like the girlfriend type at all.

She was yanked out of her thoughts, quite literally, by Mina once again, who half-dragged her to the entryway where everyone was still sat milling about. “This whore was kissing my boyfriend!” She screeched.

“Mina, I said lay off,” Levi’s voice called behind her. “She probably didn’t even know we were dating!”

“Oh, like I’m supposed to care? She should know better than to get all up on someone. Fucking sluts never care if he’s taken or not!” Mina’s voice was somehow getting into the surprised-cat range of screech.

“Let her go,” he said, prying her hand from around Hange’s wrist. She shot him a thankful look, rubbing the area. “It never came up! It’s not her fault.”

Mina shoved him in response to that, forcing Hange to take a step back, not wanting to get hit again. “Because you never wanted to show me off like all your other girls!”

The two dissolved into a fight, with Mina occasionally trying to throw a slap or a shove in Levi’s direction and him outright dodging all of them. “I won’t fight you, Mina. I won’t hit a girl,” Levi shouted at one point.

Quite suddenly, reality hit Hange like a bus.

She stumbled her way through the house, not entirely sure where she was going. Everything was blurry, like someone had taken her glasses and given her an entirely different prescription as a replacement. Nothing made any sense.

Somehow, she made her way to a tiny powder room upstairs hidden away from the rest of the house before she burst into tears. Her face hurt, her wrist hurt, and oh god, her shoulder hurt like hell.

She could still hear them arguing outside. The music was off. The party was over.

Her fingers fumbled on her phone, sending a hurried text to Nanaba. Within minutes, she had read it and was pounding on the bathroom door. With shaking hands, Hange unlocked it, only needing to meet eyes with Nanaba before she declared they were going home.

No, her first kiss was nothing like the movies.                          

[twomoonstwosuns]

halloween

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: alcohol, smut (18+), swearing, age gap (reader over 18), everything consensual

word count: 2.1k

a/n: there’s nothing sweet about this. i had a dream someone commented on one of my fics asking for smutty professor poe. no one actually did, but here we are. this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle if it sucks, but i’m honestly pretty proud of it.

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This was not how you expected your night to go.

It was Halloween night. When your friends suggested you go out to Ghostbar, a popular nightclub in the heart of the city, you thought you’d just be drinking and dancing, screaming out the lyrics of your favorite songs and maybe grinding up against a guy or two. Your sexy pirate costume showed just enough to warrant the term ‘sexy’ but not overly revealing that it gave away all the goods. You felt hot. Confident.  

You never thought you’d run into one of your professors at the bar. Poe Dameron, of course, the one you had a crush on. How could you not? With his dark curls and easy smile, he was the epitome of sex appeal. What girl at your school didn’t have a crush on him?

You were getting a drink after your friends had seemingly disappeared. Coincidentally, he was also dressed as a pirate. He wore tight black pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a white billowy shirt with a deep v that showed off part of his tanned, toned chest. He hadn’t bothered to shave, the stubble covering his sharp jaw and making him look rugged. His dark eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner as part of his costume and you started to think that there was nothing this man couldn’t wear that he wouldn’t make look incredibly sexy.

Poe asked to buy you a drink as he sat down next to where you stood. You agreed with a sly smile and he put it on his tab. It wasn’t uncommon for professors to meet up with students at the local bars, grabbing a drink and chatting in a casual setting. You went to a smaller university, so students often had overlap with professors for different classes. Some of the professors got to know their students more than others, Poe being one of them. He was ten years your senior but one of the youngest professors at the school. It was easy for him to get along with his students.

“So, Professor D—“

“Professor’s so formal. Call me Poe. Besides, I’m not technically your teacher right now, am I?”

His class had been half a semester long, a full semester’s worth of work condensed into half that time. Your last day of his class had been the previous day.

“I guess not.” You bit back a smile. “So what brings you here tonight, Poe?I didn’t take you as a nightclub kind of guy.”

“I’m not usually, but a few friends dragged me out. What about you?”

“I also came here with a group of friends, but they clearly abandoned me. My guess is they’re at the foam party, I know they wanted to check that out.”

“You didn’t want to?”

“A little too much for my taste, but after a few more drinks that could be a completely different story. After all, it is Halloween. All order is suspended, there are no rules, and anything goes.”

One drink with Poe turned into two, which turned into tequila shots. More people had made their way to the bar, squishing themselves next to you. It made you stumble forward, and you were now standing between his legs, his hand resting just below your hip to keep you steady. You were pleasantly buzzed, not really aware of the people around you but very aware of the way the tips of Poe’s fingers grazed down your side and began tracing the bare skin of your thighs through your fishnet tights. The simple touch and the way his hooded eyes looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive was enough to make you grow wet between your legs. He leaned forward, his fingers ceasing their movements.

“What do you say to going somewhere less crowded?” Poe’s low voice vibrated against your cheek, his lips just grazing your ear. You heart was pounding and you could feel how damp your underwear was.

You would’ve followed him anywhere. A million different things were happening around you and your only focus was him. Right now he wasn’t your professor and you weren’t his student. He was a handsome man buying you drinks and getting a little handsy and you were a woman flirting and letting him. Poe eyed the bathrooms across the floor, and you nodded as he went ahead, checking out his ass as he walked away. You finished the rest of your drink and took two steps in the same direction when you saw him come back, shaking his head. But he had a backup plan. Poe grabbed your hand and you followed him down the stairs and out the door.

Poe backed you into the darkness of the alleyway and trapped you between the wall and his body, kissing you fiercely. The bite of the cold autumn night was nothing compared to the heat you felt all over your body. You always imagined he’d be an amazing kisser, his lips always looking soft and plump, but this was beyond anything you imagined. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. The wall of the building was rough against your skin. You guessed there’d be some scrapes, but the thought of the combination of the rough wall and Poe’s soft skin both rubbing against you turned you on more than you thought. His large hands rested on your exposed torso, caressing right underneath the curve of your breasts. You pushed your hip against his hardening cock, a delicious groan coming from deep in his chest that you felt beneath your hands as you ran your hands under the v of his shirt.  

His mouth was doing things to you that you only imagined. He was a passionate speaker and you often found yourself daydreaming in the middle of class about what else his mouth could do. He alternated between sucking and biting your neck, his skilled tongue soothing the sting and leaving a display of marks behind.

“We can’t tell anybody.” He mumbled against your neck. You bit the shell of his ear, making him groan and squeeze your thighs. There would definitely be bruises there. “Definitely against the rules.”

“No rules tonight,” you purred in his ear before tracing it with your tongue.  

Poe kissed you hard, a lust-fueled tangle of teeth and tongues. He untied the front of your cropped peasant top, revealing nothing underneath. He muttered something that sounded to you like ‘beautiful’ as he kissed down your neck to the valley of your chest. One of his large hands came up to cup your breast, kneading it firmly. His lips latched onto your other breast, the sensation of his lips on your nipple making you grip his hair hard. A soft cry came from you when he gently bit down before moving to the other one. You rolled your hips against his, feeling how hard he was against your leg.

You untucked his shirt, your hand dipping just below the waistband of his pants and going straight into his briefs. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly. He was thick and long in your hand and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of him inside you. He whispered a ‘fuck’ against your skin as your thumb brushed over the head, smearing the pre-cum that was there.

Poe placed you back on the ground and untied your shorts, pushing them down with your tights and underwear. He brushed his thumb over your clit, pulling a gasp from your mouth. He dragged his fingers over you, collecting the wetness. The tip of his middle and index fingers found your entrance, circling it but not entering. You whimpered pathetically. You were complete putty in his hands. He pushed his fingers in, only going so far as the first knuckle before pulling back. You begged him, the teasing becoming too much for you to handle with how worked up you were.  

“Please, just fuck me.”

He wanted to keep teasing you, but in the alleyway, time was of the essence. Poe withdrew his fingers, bringing one leg up to hitch around his waist. He coated his cock with your arousal before entering you slowly. You threw your head back at being so deliciously filled. He let you adjust to his size for a couple of seconds before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusting in deeply. Your moans encouraged him and his hands held your hips hard as he pounded into you. One of your hands gripped his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunching up underneath your grasp, and the other hand wove into the hair on the base of his neck.  

It was hard and fast, how being fucked in an alleyway usually was. His breath was hot on your ear. Neither of you were going to last much longer. Poe stalled for a minute to bring your other leg back up around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back as he drove deeper into you. The head of his cock brushed against the spot inside you that made you gasp in absolute pleasure, his name on your lips repeatedly like a prayer. He brushed the spot again and again and your moans became louder as the coil inside you was ready to snap.

“Poe—fuck—“

“Cum for me.” Poe growled. A couple flicks of his finger against your clit was enough to send you over and you clenched around him, riding out your mind-blowing orgasm. Poe grunted in response, his release creeping up on him.  

“Fuck—where—“

You caught his eye and ran your tongue over your bottom lip. He pulled out of you, both of you hissing at the loss of contact and you sank to your knees. You took the head of his cock in your mouth and wrapped your hand around the base, pumping slowly as your mouth took more of him. One touch to the back of your throat and he came. He shot load after load into your mouth, all of it going down your throat. Once you were sure you got it all, you stood back up. Poe immediately captured your lips again, kissing you roughly as you slumped against the wall. Your legs were jelly. You pulled away breathless and giggled.

“Holy shit.” You said.

Poe gave you a smile as he leaned down to pull his pants up. He then helped pull your bottoms up, giving the inside of your thigh a quick kiss. You nearly moaned. You wished you had the time to see what his mouth could do between your legs. You tied your top back up and tamed your hair as best you could. You found your phone on the ground, the screen lighting up with text messages and catching your attention. You hadn’t even realized you dropped it. A quick look at the messages showed it was your friends wondering where you were and to meet you by the door.  

“Gotta go?”

“Yeah.” You were still breathless and you took another couple of seconds to catch your breath. When you were certain you could walk again, you put your hand on Poe’s bare chest and kissed his cheek. You pulled back and bit your lip.

“I’ll see you around, Professor.”

You heard him chuckle as you walked away, adding a little extra sway to your hips because you knew he was watching. You showed the bouncer at the door the stamp on your wrist and he let you back inside. Your friends were waiting by the door just as they said and you gave them some excuse about getting fresh air when they asked where you were. It was still dark in the club and not even the lights outside could catch the hickeys on your neck and chest, but you knew they’d see them later.

Another group of people came inside, squeezing behind you to make their way in. A large hand on the small of your back caught your attention, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. You saw the back of Poe’s shirt disappearing back up the stairs towards the bar. You were a little grateful that you didn’t have his class anymore. There was no way you’d be able to sit and listen to him teach knowing how good a kisser he was and what his cock felt like inside of you.

But fate has a funny way of bringing people together.

[disappearinginq]

top 5 true stories about yourself

I feel like I set myself up for this:

1. I dressed up, with my three closest horse-y friends, as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I went as War, given the gingery-ness, but also because I wanted to ride the Red Mare. We were dressed up in full on movie costume - masks and weapons and even the horses were decked out, and rode in tandem at one of the old battlefields where they were doing haunted hayrides/walks in the woods. They weren’t the “sexy” version, either - we looked like color coded ring wraiths. Death had a half scull mask and we painted a skeleton on her horse with glow in the dark paint. Conveniently, the humidity was up, so all of the horses (and us, I would guess) had the cool ‘steamy breath’ look going on as we came out of the shadows to chase people down (we didn’t really, we just loped along and people ran). We caused two accidents, a minor coronary event, and had a lot of people screaming the end is nigh aaaaaaaaaaaand got banned from Halloween in the town in Virginia we were in.

And not. ONE. GODDAMN. PICTURE.

2. I passed the bar exam in Virginia on a whim when I was trying to get out of work at the Navy shipyard and they told me I had to have a good excuse for needing the day off. Apparently, that meant I could legally practice law in the commonwealth if I had spent a year working in a law office. 

3. I willed my not-nephew into existence (they call me auntie, they’re technically my godchildren, but I’m not Catholic, and I have a bio sister who has no kids, so we just...roll with it). My friend told me she was expecting, and everyone told her it was going to be another girl, and I said it was going to be a boy. Even the first scan/test to find out, the doctor thought it was a girl. Nope. Boy, I demanded. I want one of each. Friend told me that’s not how it works, and BAM. SHE HAD A BOY. And the best part? That kid looks just like me. It’s awesome. If I decided to kidnap him in public, people would think he was my kid before they would believe he belonged to his biological parents. He’s huge (just like I was) for his age. His hair color is the same. Shit, he even acts the same as I did when I was his age. People who know I don’t have children look at pictures of us and ask when I had a son.

Though him being a boy did rob me of the opportunity of calling him my little Athena. C’est la vie.

4. I was declared legally dead. Twice. And not because of a medical miracle or anomaly - not medically dead. I was just legally dead. And you can’t just show up un-dead in the military and expect them to buy it. You actually have to go through a physical. More than once. I had to prove I was physically alive and it was some dumbass paperwork error, and after the second time of jumping through some bullshit hoops, I informed the Navy that if it happened a third time, I wasn’t going to correct them and I was just going to take my half-million dollar life insurance policy and go home.

5. To prove a point, I ran away for two weeks on a boat. Aircraft carriers are 4 1/2 acres of living space, and I had been on the boat longer than most people who were in charge. More importantly, I had jobs that required me to go all over, so I knew all the secret hidey holes. When we were being tasked with tagging out and working on highly energized equipment, we legally had to use the blueprints in order to determine what switches to turn off to keep us from getting electrocuted. Except the blueprints were wrong. They never matched up, and we got shocked like 6 times - with 440 volts - and got in trouble for it every time. But we weren’t allowed to not follow the blueprints, because according to our Navy Boss, it was our fault, not the blueprints. So in a fit of self-preservation fueled rage, I decided I wasn’t coming into work. Keep in mind, we were at sea, so literally, there was nowhere for me to go (except that one time I actually got flown off without them knowing about it, but...different story.) My boss knew I was on the boat somewhere. Except they couldn’t find me. I wasn’t even sleeping in my supposed rack because I had been ranked kicked out of it some days prior, and I had found my own living space at the back end of the ship where no one went and I don’t think anyone knew about, which was great because it was quiet and I had the bathroom and a room that was meant for 70 people to myself. Anyway. During the day, I hid out in the chapel. No one questioned what I was doing there. My last name lends itself to credibility in a church setting. Even the Chaplin thought I worked for him, because attached to the chapel was the library and the movie theater (yep. We had those on a Navy vessel), and I would organize the books, help check things out, provide legal counseling (other separate story). I showed up to “work” at the right hours, I sat through every service, I was practically nocturnal at this point - I had to be to avoid running into my chain of command. I used ‘illegal’ stairwells to get around that were meant for officers only, and I was a lowly enlisted - but if you carry a clipboard with you, no one questions you. Anyway - the reason of hiding in the chapel was because according to the fucking blueprints, it was on the other side of the ship, four decks down and fifty frames forward. That’s like...half a mile difference. And the doors weren’t easy to find, either, because they’d put it there by accident. You had to go either across a flight deck (BAD IDEA), come up through an officer’s stairwell, OR - you had to go down two decks, over one, back up a single stairwell and then through an improperly marked Z scuttle. The other part is that the chapel, movie theater, and library weren’t obviously in the same space - they took up three frames, and had a door that no one noticed in the back of each one. Basically - who the fuck designed this place, besides crackheads. 

Here’s where the point I was trying to prove comes in: I called the office from the library because they were threatening a court martial. The conversation went along the lines of: 

Chief: Get your ass back here or I’ll see to it your Navy career is over! Me: Promises, promises. Tell you what. If you can find me, I’ll come back to work.  Chief: Fine - where the fuck are you? Me: The library.  Chief:....we have a library? Me: Mmmmmhmmmmm.....if you check the blueprints, you’ll see exactly where I am. Come and get me, fat man. 

Three weeks later, he had to call a truce and agree to not make us use the blueprints and let us just line trace from equipment back to the power sources so we could stop getting zapped. 

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You’re Invited

Word count: 6,759 Warnings: bloodsuckers, smut, small anxiety attack? Talks of killing, Yoongi is slightly stalkerish...  summary: A small halloween party to cure your boredom... what could go wrong? Vampires, that’s what could go wrong. 

Ft, my sketchy drawing bc i had a vision god damn it! also, happy halloween ;) 

p.s Ofc, as always, my ask box is open come talk to me or request stuff, i love to hear from yall <3 

Vampires, you scoffed, who actually believed in that shit now? After twilight plummeted in sales, and that generation grew up, wasn’t it a thing no one talked about? Sparkling vampires and lightning baseball matches, it was all heavily fiction, vampires. as if. 

Sighing you turned the television off, sinking into the odd brown plush cushions of the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, making random noises with your mouth, and tapping your fingers on the couch. GOD, why were you so bored? It’s not like you had nothing to do. Honestly you had plenty you should be doing. Maybe work for a start? or the house needed a damn good clean. You could call your mother, see if she wanted to have lunch tomorrow. Instead, you eyeballed the Halloween invite to your left, the black and orange piece of paper making you grimace. How tacky and childish, who celebrates Halloween at this age? Were you just boring? Behind on things people actually took interest in now? Swearing under your breath, you grabbed the invitation reading it over. 

NEIGHBOUR! 

I wish to invite you to our super spoopy Halloween party! I will be heavily disappointed if you don’t dress up, but if you give me a shot of something wicked, I’ll let it pass... 

Hope to see you here! 

Taehyung. 

You knew of the boy, he lived with his friends. It seemed like some weird frat house, but some of them were far too old to be in a frat... Who were you to judge though. Puffing air loudly through parted lips, you trudged to your room to find something to wear. Eyeballing the Halloween outfit from three years ago, you shrugged. 

‘Let’s hope this fucking fits...’ you spoke to yourself, squeezing into the sexy Alice in Wonderland costume. It was snug, but it still looked half decent. Grabbing the invite off the kitchen counter, you headed out to the party. 

He didn’t leave an address, but the people screaming, the heavy base and the cars leading to the scene usually pointed out where to go. Shuffling past already drunk people on the doorstep, you slipped through the door. A boy pounced at you the second you stepped in, as if he had been waiting for your appearance. 

‘I’m so glad you made it!! And you dressed up how cute!’ You tilted her head, frown etched onto your features. Cute wasn’t really what you were going for, but go off chief. You smiled awkwardly at the boy dressed as a vampire. 

‘Yep.’ An awkward reply if he ever heard one, but he shrugged it off quickly. He grabbed your arm dragging you to the kitchen, placing a strange concoction in your hand. Looking into the cup, you shrugged, taking a gulp. If anything, at least it would cure your boredom. 

‘Is she here?’ Jungkook spoke, interest piquing as Taehyung re-joined the group. Yoongi rolled his eyes, smacking the other on his muscular arm. 

‘Of course she’s here you idiot, can’t you smell her?’ He questioned, a little sceptical about the talents of the younger boy. True he was newer than the rest of them, it was going to take some time for his skills to warm up, but he should smell you. The younger just shrugged, taking a sip of the drink in his hand. 

‘Also, why did we all have to dress like vampires. It’s fucking lame.’ Yoongi sulked, taking the fake fangs out of his mouth, throwing them onto the table in front of him. 

‘It’s funny, hyung! It’s dramatic irony!’ Taehyung moaned, Yoongi just rolled his eyes standing up. 

‘Dramatic irony my ass, it hurts my non beating heart. Why couldn’t we be zombies, now THAT would have been funny.’ Jimin giggled at the elder boys outburst, thinking about them dressed as zombies. Honestly dressing up for this season annoyed him in general. They only ever play along because Taehyung and Jin love it so much. 

You wandered about the party, eyeballing everyone dressed up. Was there a vampire theme tonight or? Did you miss the memo? You looked at the little paper invite in your hand, scanning it for any mention of vampires. Seeing nothing, you shrug, placing it down on an end table and walking away. Maybe vampires were still a big classic for people, huh, who knew! Downing the liquid in your cup, you grimaced. Whatever that boy gave you was not normal. 

‘Did you just down that in one? You’re supposed to sip it!’ He looked astounded to say the least, the tall vampire with big doe eyes. 

‘Pfft, who sips alcohol. What do you think I am? A child?’ You sassed, looking him up and down, he was hella attractive, all these ‘frat boys’ seemed to be. 

‘No I’m serious, that’s enough alcohol for like 5 or 6 rounds. You’ve just downed 6 rounds in one glass...’ You just laughed at him. Although, your head did feel fuzzy, maybe he was right. 

‘Ah, who cares, you think, you think I can’t handle alcohol?! I’m big girl! I can do it all little man!’ Jungkook groaned, god he hated humans at these stupid parties... You clung onto his arm, hiccupping. 

‘Hey! Where are you taking me?’ You gasped, he stopped to look down at Your fragile frame. You stood on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear. ‘Are we going to a bedroom? No offence but you’re a little young for me...’ He scoffed, now THAT was genuinely hilarious. 

‘Listen peach, I’m one hundred percent sure, I’m older than you. And no, we aren’t going to a bedroom.’ He groaned, lugging your dead weight around. 

‘Yoongi, help me please.’ He grumbled, practically throwing your drunken body onto his friends lap. Yoongi looked you up and down, smirking at your cute little costume. Your hair in little pigtails, dried fake blood on the dress.  He could tell you didn’t make much of an effort for this, that you really could have done without being here in the first place. 

‘Hello, you have pretty eyes.’ You hiccupped, poking lightly at his cheeks. He laughed at you, his fangs sitting between his lips. 

‘Hey, those look so real!’ You marveled, before he could stop you, you pushed your pointer finger to the bottom of his fang, splitting your skin. You pulled back instantly, sucking the finger into your mouth, whimpering at the shock. ‘Ouchie.’ You cried out, not noticing the eyes on you. 

‘Hey, little boy, stop looking at me like that!’ You grumble, pointing your other hand at him. Jungkook snaps out of his trance instantly, sighing at you. 

‘I’m not a little boy you child! I’m AT LEAST 60 years older than your stupid ass!’ He complained, making you burst out laughing. He tensed at the sound, hands clenched into annoyed fists by his sides. 

‘If you’re 60 years older than me, then you’re using really good face creams. This kid doesn’t even know how old he is!’ You marvel, whispering to Yoongi before getting distracted by the fangs again. he focused on putting them away before you could endanger yourself again. You seemed like the type to try again regardless of getting hurt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, trying to sit you up on the couch, rather than having your weight lounged across him. 

‘You’re like really pretty…’ You whispered, the boys around you laughed, trying to fall into their own conversations, or find their own women to deal with tonight. Yoongi always wanted you, you didn’t know him, but by god did he want you. You smelt so sweet, looked so tempting. Yoongi basically knew your whole schedule at this point, knew when you went for a jog or went out to work. Knew where you shopped for your groceries, and your favourite song. Most of these things he found out by chance, and saying it out loud seemed creepy. He was shopping the same day you were, he found that day and that place was usual for you. You jogged past their house on the regular, Yoongi naturally woke up one morning to close the blinds that incessantly plunged light into his room. Despite popular belief, he could go into the light, he just rather wouldn’t. It burnt his eyes, he hated sunlight when he was alive, he was not shocked to see it hadn't changed in death. Every morning after that he stood at the window, happy to see it wasn’t just luck when he saw you the first time. One time you looked up, saw him at the window, he closed the curtains quickly though, not really wanting to see your reaction. You might have thought he was a creep, or a stalker, either way you had frowned at the window, carrying on running.  The song thing was purely by chance, he walked past your home a lot at night, his ridiculously good hearing made him hear things he didn’t want to from people’s houses. Every second house, someone was fucking. He once heard your elderly neighbours screaming daddy, that really scared him. He still couldn’t look Mr and Mrs Williams in the eye. Despite that, walking past yours was his favourite, it was always the same pop song blasting through your speakers, he could hear the neighbours ranting about it but he would just laugh. He found himself singing it regularly, not able to place it until he heard it from you again. That’s when he knew he was screwed. I mean enjoying a person is one thing, but he basically knew things about you he shouldn’t, he felt more like a stalker every day, it was getting dangerous. 

The others could see it too, but it wasn’t something they could really help with, maybe he just needed to fuck you to get you out of his system, that was the plan of course. The second you got that invitation, it wasn’t a coincidence. It was meant to drop through your letterbox, bright and colourful to catch your eye. Taehyung had remembered humans were tempted by bright things. Jin had insisted on glitter too, mentioning shiny objects, Yoongi just rolled his eyes, promising you weren’t that kind of person. Now here you sat, basically on his lap, drunk as Jungkook used to get before he was turned. ‘White girl wasted’ if you will. 

‘You said that already angel.’ He laughed, trying still to sit you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, falling more into him. His hands flew into the air, not actually sure what to do. I mean, yeah, he had a taste of you, you tasted better than he could ever imagine, but you were drunk. He could practically taste the alcohol in your blood. He wanted you, but he wasn’t a monster, despite, well, being a monster. He wasn’t going to take advantage of you, not tonight, not in the foreseeable future. 

‘No, I said you had pretty eyes. Stupid boys, you never listen!’ You sighed, throwing yourself backwards, luckily no one was sitting behind you. You lounged over him and the couch, the only problem being your VERY short dress. Yoongi’s eyes popped out his skull, picking you back up into a sitting position. He wrapped a blanket around your legs, slinging you over his shoulder. You frowned, thumping on his back. To him it felt like a strange type of massage, to you it was clearly meant to hurt him. The thing that annoyed you most, even in your drunken state, was the fact he had the NERVE to laugh.

‘Hey, pretty boy! Put me DOWN!’ You squealed, being carried to a quiet room. He threw you down on the bed. Walking to the dresser, he rummaged through drawers. 

‘Listen buddy, if you’re trynna smash right now I ain’t down.’ You protest, trying to get up off the bed, before you can even register it, he’s by your side. Wait, wasn’t he on the other side of the room? 

‘I ain’t trying to smash you, idiot. Here put these on.’ He speaks, handing you some clothes. You were staring at the items in your hands, quirking an eyebrow at him.

‘What? Do you not like my outfit? The tea boy said I looked cute!’ You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. This would be endearing if your tits weren’t already falling out the dress. He groaned, frustrated in so many different ways. 

‘Please, angel, just put the clothes on.’ He whined, you frowned, poking his chest with your finger. He looked mildly confused before smirking at you. 

‘My name is not angel pretty boy, it’s Y/N.’ You grumble, grabbing your hand to pull you to your feet, he stood chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched in your throat, if he told you right now, to get on your knees you would. Fuck being drunk, fuck saying you didn’t want it, you did. Fuck you really did. 

‘My name isn’t pretty boy Y/N, it’s Yoongi.’ He whispered, testing your name and his name together on his tongue. His fingers slipped to the zip of your dress, pulling it down painfully slowly. His lips met your ear, grazing across the lobe as he spoke. ‘But you can call me whatever the fuck you want.’ He whispered, watching the goosebumps appear on your skin, listening to your heart rate skyrocket. He tried to control himself, pulling away from your body watching the dress fall to the floor. You didn’t try to cover up, too busy trying to figure out what his next move was. Gently he grabbed the clothes out of your hands, slipping the shirt over your head, covering your exposed breasts. 

‘Are you really not going to try something?’ You whisper, puppy eyes staring up at him. He smiled down at you, letting the boxers he picked out for you fall beside your dress, pooled around your ankles. 

‘As much as I would love to ravish you darling, you’re drunk.’ he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, softly holding your cheeks. You pushed your forehead against his, closing your eyes. 

‘What if I want it?’ You whispered, chest heaving, despite being drunk this was taking a lot of confidence. He could hear your heart thrumming in your chest, the blood pumping through your veins. You were turned on, you wanted this. He had control, little to none, but some. He was mustering all the control now, to continue turning you down, but the more you begged, the more he wanted to give in. 

`If you keep teasing me like that, I won't go easy on you when you wake up.’ He growled, forcing you to look at him. However, your faces were close, him pushing your face up like this had your lips ghosting on his. Both your eyes widening in shock, he relaxed quicker than you did, slamming his lips on yours. He needed a taste, one little taste to sedate himself, to tide himself over. He pushed you down to the bed, the kiss quickly heating up. You nibbled his lips, moaning into his mouth. 

‘We need to stop.’ He groaned, practically ripping himself away from you. You whimper at the loss of him, making grabby hands. 

‘If you won’t have sex with me, can you at least cuddle with me?’ You whine, climbing under the sheets, pouting dramatically. He laughed at you, nodding in agreeance. He changed out of the awful halloween costume, settling for just his boxers. It was a warm night, he didn’t need much more. 

Waking up the next morning, your head pounded. You let out a loud groan, burying your face into the pillow below you. You didn’t recognise the scent filling your nose, realising you must have gone home with someone. Real smart girl. You chaste yourself, wondering what you even had to drink. Only remembering drinking one drink, you frown. Drugs? A light snore came from beside you, making you shoot your head over, if he drugged you, he was about to get a fucking earful. He roofied the wrong bitch. 

‘HEY YOU!’ You screamed, smacking a hard slap down on his chest. He coughed and spluttered, doubling over in pain. 

‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!’ He screamed through coughs, trying to get the air back into his lungs. You sat upright in his bed, arms crossed scowling at him.

‘Did you drug me?!’ You shout at him, ready to kill him. Ready to hurt, maim and kill the man in front of you. He looked confused, squinting at you trying to figure out what the FUCK you were talking about. 

‘Somehow, I drink one drink, remember nothing and now I’m in your bed, with nothing but my panties and YOUR SHIRT. Did you drug me?’ He couldn’t help but laugh, couldn’t help but be weirdly amused by you. Glaring at him harder, you punched his arm full force. You may look like a prissy little girl, but you worked out god damn it, you were tough!

‘CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME?!’ 

‘IF YOU STOP LAUGHING AND ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS YEAH I MIGHT.’ You yell back, he huffed, sitting up to face you. 

‘Hi, my name is Yoongi, and no I didn’t drug you. The punch we make for these parties isn’t well, it isn’t for your kind. It’s strong. You, being an idiot, drank it like a fucking shot. Impressive that you didn’t vomit though…’ He explains, but there was only one thing you picked up on. 

‘What do you mean my kind? You being sexist? Because I’m female I can’t handle alcohol? Listen “Yoongi” I bet I could drink your little ass under the table.’ You sass, Yoongi rolled his eyes. Before you knew it, you were pinned to the wall across the room, hands beside your head, Yoongi’s face inches away from yours. 

‘I meant human darling. Not fucking female.’ He growled, fangs sticking through, making him unable to close his mouth. Fear rushed through your body, kicking your fight or flight reflexes into action. You did both, kicking him as hard as you could in his crotch, running as fast as you could. Realistically, at the speed he threw you into the wall he could catch up with you in seconds, kill you in a heartbeat. Regardless, you made it to your home, safe and sound. Yoongi stood in his bedroom, slamming his head off the wall repeating ‘Stupid!’ Like a mantra. 

‘I know you are but can you keep it down?’ Came a sarky voice from the door. Yoongi turned with eyes glazed over in anger. The boy cowered, running down the hall. 

‘Jungkook!’ He screamed after him, gaining the boys attention. He turned slowly, waiting to hear what the older boy wanted. 

‘Call a house meeting.’ He requested quickly. five minutes later all the boys were gathered in the living room, watching Yoongi pace the floor. Namjoon bit his lip nervously, not really sure what he was sitting here for. 

‘Yoongi, why are we here?’ He sighed, leaning back on the couch. He let his eyes filter around the room, the aftermath of the Halloween party staring him in the face. The mess was a kick in the gut, but not as bad as the next few words to tumble out of Yoongi’s mouth. 

‘She knows. She knows what I am.’ He spoke clearly, not fumbling over his words for a second. He looked at all of their faces one at a time, each displaying variations of fear and anger. 

‘What do you mean, she knows. What the fuck did you do Yoongi?!’ Jin yelled, slamming his hand on the table. Yoongi told them an account of the night, letting the information sink in. There was a long silence, longer than he could bare. No one spoke for what seemed like a lifetime, and he would know. 

‘She has to die.’ Namjoon spoke, saying what everyone was thinking. Despite it being on everyone’s mind, even his own, they still protested.

‘Namjoon that’s too fair.’ Hoseok spoke, sorrow in his eyes for his friend.

‘We can’t just kill her.’ Jimin pouted, actually kind of enjoying having a pretty face in the neighbourhood. 

‘You can’t just say things like that.’ Jungkook spoke, despite how you treated him last night, he knew you didn’t deserve to die. 

‘It’s Yoongi’s mistake, he needs to fix it.’  Namjoon spoke plainly, standing up from the couch. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at him. It’s not like Namjoon wanted to be the one to say it, but they all seemed to look up to him, maybe because he’s been “dead” the longest. Either way, he became a leader, he wasn’t about to let them all die for one girl. They all had to do it at some point, all had to kill someone who found out, this was nothing new, so why was Yoongi so devastated at the outcome? 

You stood in your home, pacing the floor, the nails you had prided yourself on, now bitten down to stubs. Four years of growing, four years of no biting and now here you are, down to the skin. The floor you paced on was probably worn now, the squeaks of the floorboards definitely seemed louder. You should call a friend, or a co-worker, stay somewhere else until he’s forgotten you. He can’t kill you if you’ve disappeared right? You had a feeling that wasn’t his intention, you were drunk, black out drunk. He could have killed you, but he didn’t. Why? You knew he didn’t want you dead, but that didn’t stop your overactive mind thinking of different scenarios of your early demise. Fuck, you know you shouldn’t have gone to that stupid fucking party. Looking around for your phone, you couldn’t find it. Searching high and low, your entire house, nowhere in sight. You scream into the fucking void because OF COURSE IT’S AT HIS HOUSE. There was no way in hell you were going back for it. Nope, not a chance, no fucking way. 

‘Y/N?’ He muttered in disbelief, staring at you, hand still in the air from going to knock on the door. It swung open before you had a second to even knock. For a second you debated running, but  again, it opened before you could even move your feet. Why were you here? You could just buy a new fucking phone, forget it ever happened, who needs it? Not you. 

���This was a mistake, I have to go.’ You spoke, stepping backwards, keeping your eyes on him, you did not trust him, not one bit. Your foot landed on a bottle, making you lose your balance, maybe walking backwards wasn’t a good idea? Who fucking knew. 

Before you could hit the floor, arms wrapped around you, pulling you upward. You didn’t have a second to protest before you were in the house, door closed behind you. 

‘Why are you here?’ He questioned, concern and confusion lacing his voice. Clearly you were crazy or just plain stupid for coming back. 

‘I left my phone, I wanted it back but I can just buy a new one.’ You rushed out, trying to get to the door, the more you tried, the more his body crowded around yours. He trapped you against the wall, unable to flee like your instincts needed you to. 

‘Please, hear me out.’ He begs, not even above a whisper. 

‘Hear you out about what? It was a normal party, I got too drunk, you took care of me I left that morning. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary, just people dressed as-’ You stop, the word “vampire” on the tip of your tongue. The thought made your blood run cold, the hair on your arms standing on end. Yoongi sighed, bowing his head in disappointment. 

‘Don’t tell anyone, please. No one is going to hurt you, just please don’t tell anyone.’ He begged, at this your face softened. Seeing someone so powerful, so fast, so strong beg and plead was sort of strange. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows until you caught the face peeking around the corner. His eyes narrowed in on you, glaring at you. 

‘You might not hurt me, but the little CHILD back there might!’ You growled, suddenly having a lot of confidence for someone standing in a fucking vampire cave. The boy scoffed, stepping out from behind the wall. 

‘I’m not a CHILD, how many damn times do I have to tell you?’ He sarked back, hands on his hips, you snorted at the baby faced man in front of you, pushing Yoongi to the side. Man this kid was getting on your nerves. 

‘You’re a child, you literally look fifteen, fight me baby boy.’ You smirked, assuming he wouldn’t do anything. In that second your back was pressed against the wall again, his face so close his heavy breaths hitting your face. 

‘I’m a vampire too baby, so call me baby boy one more time.’ He growled, Yoongi just glared at him, crossing his arms with a sigh. He knew the youngest wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, he would fucking kill him if he did. You had lost the bite of your tongue, trying to think of something to say. His face was too close, his breath smelt too sweet, his cologne too strong. Every sense you had was clouded, by him. ‘What? Nothing to say baby girl?’ He teased, trailing his fangs over your neck. To your surprise, you didn’t flinch nor did your mind go blank. You let him carry on trying to scare you. When he pulled back, gazing into your eyes, you rolled yours. 

‘Are you done? I just came back for my phone.’ You replied lazily, trying to seem brave, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The way he looked down to your chest solidified the idea in your mind. 

‘You got a brave one here Yoongi, how tempting…’ He spoke to the man beside you, eyes still trained on you. Within a second he was gone, your body collapsing to the floor. Yoongi rushed to your side instantly, checking you over. Nothing was wrong, your legs must have just given out at the shock. 

‘I won’t tell anyone, can I just leave.’ You whimper, trying to hold back the tears. You weren’t scared of him weirdly enough, but Jungkook sent a chill through your spine. You were sure he was a nice kid, and you were sure everyone else was just as sweet. Stepping even onto the property today, all you sensed was hostility and anger, that wasn’t a friendly vibe nor one you wanted to be entangled with. Yoongi sighed again, helping you off the floor, leading you to the stairs. 

‘Where are we going?’ You panicked, stopping dead in your tracks. he soothingly rubbed your back, making you look at him. 

‘Your phone is in my room, I can leave you here if you want, but I don’t think you want to meet the others right now.’ He guessed. He was correct, you forced your legs to walk again, following him up to the room. He couldn’t help but smile, you were still wearing his shirt. Granted, you probably didn’t think changing was important, you were probably just as stressed and scared as him. He sat down on his bed, handing you the small device that was left on his bedside table. You grabbed it out his hand, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Quickly you are reminded of being thrown out of the bed, pressed to the wall, then you kicking him in the balls… You wince at the thought, letting a little snort slip out. He looked up quickly to you, seeing the smile on your face. He quirked an eyebrow, silently asking what was so funny, especially in this situation. He was one loose lip confession away from endangering the whole group, and you were one confession away from dead. 

‘I’m sorry for kicking you in the balls earlier, wait. Do you still have balls? Okay, I mean, you have balls, but do you still FEEL it you know?’ You question, blabbering out the words. You really needed to get this whole word vomit thing under control. He looked at you for a second before laughing, almost clutching his stomach at the speed it ripped through him. 

‘Yes, I can still feel my balls. Also, it hurt like a bitch, where did you learn to kick like that?’ He winced, recalling the memory of this morning, him smashing his head on the wall over and over again. 

‘I take lessons at the gym, got to learn to defend myself you know? Don’t know who or what is out there.’ You joke, watching him roll his eyes. 

‘What now you can make jokes?’ He teased, getting up from the bed to walk towards you. You shrug your shoulders in response.

‘Well, now I know I can hurt you, it gives me a bit of confidence.’ You reply, stepping back a pace. 

‘I’m still faster than you angel, still smarter, stronger.’ You roll your eyes, back against the wall again. 

‘I get that, also my name isn’t angel, it’s-’ 

‘Y/N, I know you told me last night.’ He teased cockily, putting his hands on either side of your head. Trapping you again, why do you let yourself into these situations? 

‘You know, you teased me so bad last night. Practically begged for me, then you ran this morning before I could keep my promise.’ Your heart raced, but not from fear. Call it curiosity. 

‘What promise would that be?’ You question, voice shaking slightly. Okay, maybe you were still slightly scared.

‘Tell me when to stop.’ He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, but he meant it. If this was too much for you, then he would stop, would let you leave right now, but there was no protest. Just a gasp when he first did it, but seconds later you relaxed. Broken memories flashed in your mind from last night. ‘pretty boy’ and ‘Darling’, along with a very fuzzy make out session. 

‘Yoongi.’ You whispered through kisses, making him pull away. His eyes bore into yours, making you throw all caution to the wind. ‘Fuck it.’ You mutter, slamming your lips onto his once again, chasing his scent and taste, the feel of him. You wanted it all, and you would beg in seconds if you were asked. 

‘You don’t know what you did to me last night darling.’ He whispered, picking you up with little to no effort, walking to the bed and throwing you down. Your body bounced for a second, his shirt riding up your stomach. 

‘Oh? Was I naughty?’ You tease, smirk on your mouth. He growled back at you, falling to his knees in front of you, pulling your crotch closer to his face. Yoongi was wasting no time today. You were sober, had full control over this situation right now, and he would keep it like that, but man did he fucking want you. He planted kisses along your thighs, making little whimpers escape your mouth. 

‘You were so fucking naughty. I had more than just a taste of your lips, and let me tell you, it was fantastic. You know, vampires don’t have much self control, but I pulled every ounce I had not to fuck you senseless last night.’ He groaned, already smelling how wet you were. He pulled your panties down painfully slowly, just savouring the way they trailed over your thighs. You weren’t a self conscious person but the way he was looking at your right now had you wanting to close your legs, or smack him in the face. Somewhere balanced perfectly between. 

‘You should have just done it.’ You whimper, feeling his breath hit your core, showing you how painfully wet you really were. He laughed before licking a strip up from your entrance to clit, making you arch your back at the contact. It had been a while okay? 

‘Really baby? What do you remember from last night?’ He teased, still giving gentle licks to your clit. You thought for a second, trying to think back to last night. ‘Tell me from the start baby, give me the whole story, and don’t stop.’ He smirked, licking one strip with slightly more pressure making you whimper. You knew he was doing it to be a dick, but you might as well join in right? 

‘I remember the invitation. Stupid fucking invite. Who designed that by the way? It was a-awful!’ You began, whimpering. The more you talked, the faster and harder he swirled his tongue, having you squirming in his grasp. ‘Anyway, I remember digging through my wardrobe to find a-a costume- fuck. I didn’t want to ah- bring my alcohol over to fuck- you guys, it’s mine.’ You cried, arching your back, tugging on his hair as it tickled the inside of your thighs. ‘I came to the party, the happy looking boy greeted me and shoved a- holy christ- drink in my hand.’ He shoved two fingers inside you wiggling them around to throw you off. ‘Oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this.’ You praised, getting slightly off track. He stopped his tongue movements, fingers still scissoring inside of you. 

‘That’s not part of the story now is it darling?’ He teased, darting his tongue out once more, you throw your head back at the fact he gets it RIGHT on your clit. He smirked at the way you responded, enjoying the way you curl for him. 

‘You’re right okay. I don’t remember much after- ah-ah-after that. I remember you, I remember fangs. They could have been fa-a-ake though. Everyone was dressed like a fucking vampire. Which reminds me, That memo wasn’t-FUCK- wasn’t on the invite!’ You gasped out, free hand running through your hair brushing it out of your face. He delivered a gentle suck to your clit to test how you would react when you groaned in satisfaction, he did it again. ‘Okay shit, I remember you calling me darling, I remember you taking my dress off, giving me close, I mean clothes, dressing me- fuck Yoongi i’m gonna cum!’ You scream, arching your back, waves rippling through your body as you soak the bed below you, legs snapping shut as you curl in on yourself, waves still rushing over and over your body. 

‘Holy shit.’He groaned, pulling his shirt off instantly, wiping his face and hands on it, throwing it lazily to the side. He crawled on top of you, lying you back onto your back, kissing you hard and fast, not caring if you were still going through the aftermath of your orgasm. 

‘Was that all you remember?’ He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. It was an unusually soft moment for what was happening, making your heart pitter-patter happily in your chest. 

‘I remember you kissing me, saying we had to stop. I remember grabbing for you, wanting you to just fuck me. So do it Yoongi, fuck me.’ You beg, pulling his lips back to yours, revelling in the whimper that slips through his own. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, then his jeans, pulling himself out of his pants. 

‘Shouldn’t we use a condom?’ You mumble, thrusting your hips towards him regardless, he laughs at the juxtaposition of your actions and words. 

‘I’m dead baby, i’m immune but clean, and I can’t get you pregnant.’ He replied, pushing himself into you, savouring the way your walls clench around him, your pulse spiking. 

‘Holy shit.’ Laughing at the way you both spoke the words in unison. You shift your hips to let him know he could move. Sighing, he lifted himself up, slamming into you hard, but not taking a fast pace. He kept it slow, letting you feel every stroke and ridge. You hadn’t fucked without a condom before, but feeling every part of him felt so fucking good, you question why you never asked these questions before. Why you never even wanted to try? 

‘You know, there was one thing you forgot, last- fuck- last night.’ Yoongi spoke through grunts, pushing his hips into you, speeding up slightly. Your head was tilted back, and all he could think of was your pulsing artery. 

‘What’s that?’ You whine, wrapping your legs around his hips, forcing him in further, squeezing around him as he buried deep inside of you, he groaned at the feeling, wanting to push his hips in further, wanting to fucking ravish you. 

‘You stabbed your finger on my fang baby, I’ve had a taste and I’m trying so hard not to take more.’ He growled, showing you his face. His eyes were wide, cast over in lust and hunger, fangs poking out, the last shred of self control diminishing. This morning, the sight made you want to throw up in fear, made you curl in on yourself and flee, but now, it turned you on all the more. You whimpered at the thought of his fangs in your neck, letting your back arch. He wrapped a hand around your throat, covering the artery from his sight. 

‘I’m not fucking joking darling, I will bite you.’ He growled, fucking you harder now than before, as if he was fucking some kind of frustration out. He punctuated every word with a thrust, reaching places you didn’t even know someone could. 

‘Then do it. Fucking bite me, fuck- claim me Yoongi.’ You moan, numbly grabbing his back as you feel your next orgasm shooting through you. One hand trailed down to your clit as his fangs grazed your neck. 

‘Are you sure?’ He whispered, waiting for you to pull away, to take it back, but you didn’t. You laced the blunt nails that did drag down his back, through his hair, pulling as his teeth sank into your neck. He growled at your taste, the liquid coating his tongue as he swallowed. Wrapping his arms under your back, he lifted you up, fucking you sensless as he drew your blood. You were light headed, not sure what sensation you were enjoying more. Your orgasm rushed through you, but you were too tired to cry out, too tired to react other than little whimpers. He sucked until your body became limp in his hands, finishing inside of you at that moment. Ripping his teeth out of your neck, he licked over the area, sealing it up, lying your knocked out frame down on the bed, he ran to the bathroom, grabbing a facecloth. He cleaned you up, slipping a shirt gently back over your head, covering your lower half in a pair of boxers. He lay beside you, waiting for you to wake up. You were still alive, he could tell from the way your chest steadily rises and falls. 

‘What happened?’ You whine, peeling your eyes open slowly trying not to wince at the light. Yoongi was by your side in seconds, which you wish you could say you were surprised by. He sat you up, pushing a glass of water into your hands. 

‘I took a little too much blood, I’m really sorry…’ He pouted, looking down at the sheet covering you. You laughed at him, sipping the water he had given you. 

‘I noticed you dressed me again.’ You teased, letting a comfortable silence settle over you.

‘Are you going to tell, like who we are?’ He questions, hoping to god you say no, hoping with his whole unbeating heart, that you say no. 

‘I think, I’ll keep it to myself, that is, if this is a regular occurrence?’ You motion, hoping he understands you mean the sex, he smirks, to which you assume he understood. 

‘I think that could be arranged.’ He teases, removing the water from your hand, crawling back on top of your body. You giggle happily before a knock sounds at the door. Yoongi shouts a “Yeah?” towards the door. A voice came through the wood, not wanting to come into the room. 

‘I’ll have you know, I was proud of that damn invitation you dicks.’ The happy boys voice sounds from behind the door, not sounding so happy now. You cover your mouth with a giggle, watching Yoongi as he sighed, how did he forget the whole house had supernatural hearing? 

[orleans-jester]

Agnes’s Halloween

All of her life, Agnes felt overshadowed by her brother, Pierre. He was the charismatic one, and the one that she thought that everyone preferred. People only showed up to her fundraisers for a glimpse of him, people only came to parties for him, and she had to be suspicious of most of the girls who tried to befriend her simply because they may be using her to get to her brother.

She felt that since he was the evil twin, with his lack of respect of others - except for anyone with a pretty face - she needed to be the good twin. She tried hard - almost a little too hard sometimes to seem more virtuous than she was. It was rare when she could let herself off of the hook, but this Halloween was going to be one of the times that she would. She dressed up as an angel, since it seemed on-the-nose. Wearing one of her mother’s old white dresses that she had to hem so it would fit her less curvacious body, a Halo on a twisted coat hanger attached to a thin clear headband - she looked the part. As she looked at herself in the mirror before going to the street party, she thought she was a pretty girl. And hopefully others would feel the same.

The street festivities were in full swing. They still went on, even without the King of Halloween being around anymore. No more Jack Skellington with his haunted houses, though she heard that they were legendary. There were pop-ups of wanna bes but thats not what she was interested in. With her parents both working for the night, she was free to do as she liked - and that was to do her own thing without her stupid brother around.

Her wings did constantly bump into people as she walked down the streets, following along with the horror-themed parade. Giant skulls, bats, monsters, even concerts were a part of it, and she danced her way among the people. She got lots of smiles in return, lots of second looks from men. One even bought her a beer from a street vendor, cracking open the case and handing it to her. She thanked him, took a swig of the foul-tasting liquid that made her want to sneeze, and continued her way along the winding streets.

She saw a couple of other students from the school, but avoided them as best she could. She had a reputation there as a goody-goody, and it wasn’t something that she was ready to relinquish just yet. Call tonight a break. What better time to break free of yourself than on Halloween? She was keeping an eye out for people around her own age who didn’t go to the witching school, some people who she could hang out with, and came across a group of girls who evidently already had quite a bit to drink and were willing to let her join their company.

She followed them into a club. New Orleans was rather lax with IDs, and with everyone in costumes and masks, it was hard for the tired bouncers to get to everybody. She was able to get in easily, and join them on the dance floor. Okay, she didn’t really know how to be sexy, or how to dance, or how to do any of this, but this was where she would learn. She did what felt right, even if it felt awkward. When the girls gave her a pill with a happy face on it, you bet she took it, and felt amazing under the lights.

She could understand the party girls that she met at school now. Those who liked to do this sort of stuff every weekend instead of just on special occasions. She felt beautiful, she felt alive, she felt like she could do anything. She danced her way through the club, deserting the girls in the club as she went out to get some air. Another person had given her that bubbly amber liquid that made her want to sneeze, sneeze, sneeze. She stumbled a little down the street, looking at all of the pumpkin lights strung around the street, counting them though she had forgotten how to count. Once she got to what she thought was twelve, she tried to go back to the club but had forgotten entirely where it was.

This second drink was a lot stronger than the first, enough to where the empty-stomached light-weight girl sat down on a bench near a bus stop and tried to stop being dizzy. Instead, she just fell asleep on it. Luckily, or rather unluckily, one of the many drunk carts went by, picked her up, put her in the drunk pile and took her to one of the precincts to sleep it off. Lucky that it wasn’t a random person coming across her, but unlucky because she was recognized as being the daughter of Captain Phoebus, and word go around quick.

[pragmatismandmagic]

Don’ts and More Don’ts From a Professional Ghoul

The Spooky times are upon us. I work a seasonal job as a zombie in an apocalypse themed Halloween maze. It’s very popular and we easily get a hundred people a day. With that in mind, here are some things to remember when you go into a haunted house, maze, or other Halloween attraction where people dress up and try to scare you. 

Don’t Touch Us

This probably goes without saying, and many places will put up signs saying not to touch the actors, but it still happens. This rule applies to 100% of touching. Don’t tap me on my shoulder as a prank. Don’t try to push me away from you. Don’t try to hug me. Don’t make contact with me in anyway. We get hurt a lot on this job, because people come into these attraction sometimes with the intention of harassing/abusing us and using the confusion/low lighting to get away with it. Actors get punched every year. We get prodded, groped, kicked, ect. Please, we just want to do our jobs with some semblance of safety, don’t make me fear for my well being because you thought it would be funny to tap my shoulder and then run away. I don’t know if/when you will get violent. Just. Don’t. Touch us. 

Don’t Fight or Flight, Just Flight. Please. 

Like I said above, one of the things they tell us day one is that we will eventually get punched by a guest. Sometimes it’s on purpose, we get a lot of creeps in the maze I work in (Less ‘spooky scary skeletons’ creepy and more ‘I wanna slap a 16 year old’ creepy). But we also understand that sometimes people just freak out and their reflexes kick in. If you are a person who reacts to surprise violently, do not go in. If you’re thinking, “But I can probably handle it...” No. Don’t take the risk, please. I’m begging you. The danger of a Halloween attraction is fake and fun for you but very, very real for us. And if, god forbid, you do deck some pour seasonal worker in a Freddy Cougar costume, stay with them! Make sure they are ok! Send someone to get help.! If you apologize and take responsibility right away we will understand and you will most likely not face assault charges. It’s the runners that have to be tracked down and prosecuted, because those people could come back. You will probably get banned from the attraction either way, but you should be. You can’t handle the spook. 

Don’t Try to Get Us To Brake Character

We can get in trouble for breaking character. Even if it doesn't look like anyone else is around, mazes like mine have cameras that our supervisors use to watch us. I know that striking up a conversation with me would probably help calm your nerves by breaking the suspension of disbelief, but it is literally my job to keep that suspension alive. If you have a question, ask a security personnel, an usher, or just wait until you’re out of the attraction. 

Don’t Be Afraid To Ask For Help

The exception to the above is if you need to ask for help. I can and absolutely will break character if you need to get out. Everyday I see people running through my maze covering their face and crying. These attractions are supposed to be fun. If you’re not having fun, ask to be let out. If your friend is having a panic attack don't just try to power through, ask the nearest employee to take you to an exit. My maze has multiple employee exits and I have broken character before to let out a teen who was having a panic attack. Also, don’t force your friends or kids to come in if they don't want to! I see so many sobbing toddlers! Why?!? Don’t force someone to go in, and don't force someone to stay. 

Don’t Bully Us

My Maze is very popular among middle-schoolers. I thought I was done being called mean names by 14 year olds because I’m an adult now but apparently mean teens will find you wherever you go. Please remember that we are people. Don’t make comments about are appearances that aren't related to our costumes. I may have a monster face on, but this is just my actual human body, please don't comment on it. Don’t flip me off. Don’t call me a slur. Just, please be nice? Please?

Don’t Flirt With Us 

I can not stress enough how inappropriate this is, for so many reasons. Some people do this just to break the tension, because they’re scared, but I can assure you that I am way more scared of you. Like I keep saying, there are people who come in just to harass us and even hurt us. We don't know if you are one of those people until someone’s already gotten hurt. We can't break character to tell you you’re making us uncomfortable, and behind all the monster make-up you cant tell who’s under-aged and who’s not. Don’t ask a 16 year old who thinks you might punch them if you can have her number. This also applies to flirtatious comments about our appearance. (Hey sexy!) It’s all threatening because we never know where you’re going with it until you’re gone. 

Don’t Try To Scare Us

Listen. I get it. It’s the spooky season and you wanna get in on it. I can’t tell you how many people have snuck up behind me while I was scaring someone else and just screamed as loud as they could in my ear. They watch me jump, then move on to the rest of the maze, laughing the whole way at my expense. I am never laughing. Remember what I keep saying, PEOPLE GET VIOLENT. WE ARE ALWAYS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GET VIOLENT. When you come up behind me and start screaming an inch from my face, I don’t think, “Oh no! A zombie! A part of the interactive experience I signed up for! What spooky Halloween fun!”. I think “Oh no. A stranger that’s getting aggressive with me. He could hit me, grab me, grope me, and do any number of other awful things to me right now and I’m not strong or fast enough to stop him. If I hit him preemptively, I lose my job. I hope a security guard is nearby and they’ll hear me call them over the sound effects.” The danger is fake for you, real for me. I didn't agree to this. You bought a ticket to come to my attraction, you consented to this. I didn't buy a ticket to your show, I’m just trying to make some Christmas money. If you wouldn’t jump over the bar at your local Starbucks and start wrestling the blender out of a barista’s hand, please don't try to scare me. You don’t work here. You could apply if you wanted! Until you do, scaring me is the same as scaring any person who you see on the street. You’re just an aggressive asshole. 

TLDR: Don’t let the masks and fog machines make you forget we are just people (often very young people) providing you a service. Treat us largely the same way you would treat the barista at your local Starbucks.  

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

As a Model I Got Stalked by a Porn Cam Girl Who Couldn’t Let Go of Her High School Ex Boyfriend in College and How I Dealt

So for those who don’t know, on top of modeling I was an elite springboard and platform diver, in the Olympic track. Technically I left modeling for sports after modeling got scary, but I still dabbled in the clean side of the industry.

I technically started being recruited by The University of Alabama by age 14 years old, well that was my first real trip to campus anyways.

I liked the University of Alabama, because their art program is located near Birmingham, which is an indie designer fashion hub of America. After watching Project Runway on binge growing up, I wanted to support the industry there.

However, as soon as I got to campus on my first or second night I was asked on the team who I would either make out with or hook up with before I knew any of the guys on the team, or girls if I were to go that way for a matter of fact. I was also coming off a myriad of injuries that were half attended to with doctors, after my dad left. My mother lied and said we didn’t have health insurance anymore.

So, I get to campus, and meet this guy Joseph James Pursley (DOB: 10/21/1994, causasion male). On the first day, I didn’t realize he was our head coaches son, because I was a diver and his father was a swimming coach. I told my teammates that I thought he was cute, they told me he was the head coaches son. Hearing how psychopathic our new head swim coach was from the rest of the team before showing up, I wrote him off.

To be fair, Joseph James Pursley does suffer from a myriad of drug and alcohol addictions. I’ve watched him pound a full bottle of wine in one sitting then run to the shower to barf. He would ask me to act out rape scenes with him, because it turned him on according to him. On spring break, I woke up from a daytime vacation nap to him passed out barfing in and breaking the rental home shower once. He uses these things called whippets to get high. He was the mens team Vyvanse supplier when he wasn’t even on scholarship to be on the team. He once punched a crack in his own car windshield as I gave him a sober ride home. He would openly tell me how much he wanted to die or join the military to get me to help him with his homework. He has a cocaine addiction. He once kicked a girl in a twister costumer to the floor on Halloween. And, he wouldn’t let me break up with him, ever. As hard as I tried.

By the end of this relationship I was waking up everyday in panic attacks, or ending the night with anxiety attacks over what JJ Pursley thought of himself while he used drugs. He would do cocaine and speak out of his head. He would else me into sex while he was on psychedelics and I was not. Police were getting called to his home and I would have to go over to try to help during my workday, not mine. Below is an image of what he did to my face. I asked him no repetitively 5 times before I was thrown into the asphalt concrete. Essentially, I was waking up everyday fighting for my own life or having an anxiety attack over what JJ was going to make me do in the night while I slept.

Anytime I talk to police about this situation I get light headed and almost pass out. My mother knew his father where she was from, so she does little to advocate for me at all.

However, I now have advocacy groups working to protect me in the state of Texas from JJ Pursley and everyone still connected to him. I’ve just never known how well these avenues work for kids frok.places like where I’m from.

Time and time again, the United States has shown that no one gives a fuck to help the little kids from the projects of Cincinatti and we do nothing to warrant it. I am hoping that this political shift brings that, if nothing else at all, for once, actually representing kids from the projects.

And what they actually have to fight through to survive and what their usually single parents have to do to get them out of it. One parent is always a hard addict and the other can never seem to do enough to get their own family resources. For me my mother was a HARD addict in the state of Kentucky for a LONG time. After the things I saw my mom do to herself, I don’t even understand how she is alive. I’m always pushing my mom to get clean, but fact of the matter is, she never stays clean. She will scream she hates drugs as she is abusing them behind closed doors. Diet pills, injectables, painkiller pills, alcohol, whatever she can get her hands on.

My mother has also been getting model sued for the greater portion of her adult life whenever she starts using again. Which seems to be anytime I leave the door to start life on my own. Then, I deal with the ramifications of my mom being an addict. I CANNOT LEAVE MY HOUSE IN AMERICA WITHOUT BEING ACCUSED OF BEING AN ADDICT BECAUSE OF MY MOTHER. AND. I. AM. SOBER.

No one thinks this is real, but when you get out of the projects, people try to attack you and your kids through their whole lives as you progress beyond it. Because there is a side of the country who thinks kids from the projects don’t deserve to get out of it.

Two weeks after I arrived at school, his father paired us in the same team building group. He seemed fairly normal this day as a person, but then again he was also sober this day to my knowledge as we were required to be as far as I knew. Then he began pursuing me at parties.

One night, when I was the sober driver for the team, he asked me to give him rides to pick up his friends because his cell phone minutes were apparently out at the time. I later learned that his parents had to put him on minutes because of his addiction to naked images of girls from his high school. He would tell me how guys in his high school would fill their phones up with nudes and then trade Sim cards so that everyone got a little bit of every girls nude images. So, his parents had to move him mid year of school from Arizona to Alabama.

He didn’t tell me it was this serious until after we started dating and his personal porn girl began attacking me directly. I am a girl who had never sent nudes at all by college.

I grew up primarily Hellenist as my religion, and this is something WE DO NOT DO within hellenism. Strictly, I was told our gods would be angered at me if I ever shot nude for a man in a porn sense or sent full porn type nudes to a man for his sexual attention unless it was my boyfriend or full time partner that I trusted to protect me.

He just told me that he had gotten into some trouble in high school, however he had gotten accepted by the coaches onto the team, so I figured he was trying to do better. I was never told to judge people by their past mistakes. However, in JJ Pursleys case, I wish I had.

We actually did become friends before we dated. We would actually spend sober platonic time together, but I also hung out with his roommates so I didn’t think he was a danger to me. In short, I wasn’t scared of a digital pimp.

The first time we “hooked up” we only really made out, and then the next day he told me he had a girlfriend that he hadn’t mentioned previously while getting to know me. After he told me,I told him u was sorry and made up an excuse to leave the situation. So, all was good and dandy. Then the party stalking began.

I coukd not attend a team party in the same room as JJ Pursley without him eventually finding himself standing directly behind me or three feet away from me trying to talk. If I would give him the time of day, he woukd follow me around the party like a lost dog. Then I started noticing how alcoholic he was. He would borrow my car to take his friends to smoke in it without me attending with them.

He would find ways to place himself in the same places as me. However, he was uninterested in leaving the dorm to try any of the clubs I had joined to try tonget acquainted to campus outside of athletics and the inter team hook up culture that was going on within my team.

I for some reason, forgot what level of model I was in college as I was trying ti focus on school and athletics for the four years. But, the team culture still creeped me out. I guess that was just the modeling in me still holding me close to my morals, I’m thankful I did it this way.

A few months into the semester my phone was thrown onto the floor out of my locker by a teammate or a call vibrated it out of my locker. Being a student athlete, I couldn’t afford a new one at the time, so JJ Pursmey gave me his old phone. This girl, Kelley Vivas, had probably sent 100-300 Streams of naked images of her rolling around naked on a workout ball alone in her room, not even working out.

It was literally quote comical to see. When i firstly the images I was like, “hmm what are you doing there???” The positions she was in in order to show her coochie angle to the camera seemed so uncomfortable. Isn’t a workout ball for working out? Zhe woukd be making like angry faces in the images trying to be sexy. It was really just something as they say.

I had never seen another girls nudes at this point, I was shocked.

By winter break, I was able to throw the phone away. Luckily the girl was over 18 according to JJ at the time he gave me the phone. I threw it out anyways, and she wanted to be there doing that. I’m pretty sure that’s still how she makes “her living.” So I did what I can to not get involved with it.

I actually never revenge porned the girl even though she had me non consensually revenge porned for simple dating her ex, when I never even sent her nudes. I was just like, “Holy shit, this is EXTREMELY embarrassing for this girl Kelley. I’m just gonna not and get rid of the phone.”

But then, even though I didn’t revenge porn her after being handed her nudes in the age of revenge porn, she would still attack me. Now her and all of her local friends have protections set up by me where I can call police if they try to get near me at all. JJ Pursley as well.

Luckily the Texas DAS office let me look up all their information and submit it in for protections. Then, a stalking advocacy group took over this portion of my life for me. So I do feel safer, now.

Just knowing I can pick up my phone and have them arrested if they even get near me, is a ton of solace after this situation. I thought I was I’m a literal living hell after seeing this girl naked and how much she wanted to attack me into oblivion for simply dating someone.

I would make him go on walks with me. We would go to the movies with groups of people. We would eat. He would take me to stores or shopping centers driving wise. But this girl just would not stop. I have no clue where her psychology us at after being a porn cam girl, which is why I had to report her to police.

It wa super creepy and I was honestly afraid she was getting ready to seek me out. She would acreenshot my social images of me on spring break during the second semester of college and send send to him as if she was going to use them for something. And now her whole life is a revolving lawsuit luckily for me. I don’t don’t think she was loved to finish out her college degree.

She has no job listed online, and she still tries to attack my character. I’m unsure why, she sees how bad JJ Pursleys life has gotten, how does she not realize that she is next. I was tying to help her by not forwarding her nudes to anyone. But I guess she was mad because she likes being a porn star? That’s fine with me, but you can’t attack non-porn stars for not wanting to join you.

I’m not sure if this girl was a part of a wider network, but she’s about to be a Jeffrey Epstein cronie by age 24. If she’s not already, I felt so bad reporting her, but the advocacy group and DAS office gladly took the information from me. That was a HUGE step forward in feeling safety in my own life again as a model.

Personally, I did make a plan to jump from the roof of my dormitory dormitory the ground after this girl began attacking me. I DO NOT FEEL THIS WAY ANYMORE, AT ALL. I have gotten multiple rounds of therapy for what Kelley Vivas and Joseph James Pursley did in my life as I was trying to start art school, my whole dream after being born in projects as a kid.

Luckily, after receiving therapy and getting better, I still have my modeling career and my art career. And I don’t struggle to get jobs in fashion or art still. My contracts have actually begun protecting my personal images and creative content for me online after how many times both women and men began stalking me with bad intentions. THIS WAS A MASSIVE BLESSING IN MY LIFE.

So immediately then after the attacks began, I knew I was going to have to report the situation eventually to either my contracts or police. I happen to have such a huge modeling contract established when I was a child that my family has it protected by a bank. Some models do have their contracts protected, if they are large enough at a young age. My family personally doesn’t speak about the intricacies of my specific contract for how large it got so young. I’ve started telling people small parts of it so they will leave me alone, but the rest of my contract is in a bank vault at what brands were willing to offer me at such a young age for my good nature and ability to always try to do the right thing.

My family, after my childhood, is extremely proud of me for this and they remind me daily, weekly. And monthly of how proud of me they are for my work in modeling alone.

It got so huge so fast for me that I had to hide inside of my home after a while. Eventually, the world got safer for highly talented kids and now I just get my big drops at home.

I do really miss going to a set, but shooting from home helps keep me safe from the types of men that used to be kept around modeling sets or would sneak their way onto set.

I also began looking up free scientific mental health resources online so that I wouldn’t fold in on my own mental health while moding, and could laugh about situations such as these.

Any time I catch myself doing something out of character for me and my career. I get therapy, get online resources, get free hot lines. Then I move on.

Again, growing up within the modeling industry, I was ALWAYS told by my dad’s model friends and the Cincinatti Ballet that I DID NOT NEED OR HAVE TO DO PORN TO SURVIVE. They very much advised against it with me, and any guy who has ever tried or threatened me into it, has no life now financially. I cannot thank these people enough for their guidance.

In business, JJ Pursley with a degree, was offered offered $22k base salary and them promptly almost lost his sales job, because no one would buy from him.before finishing my degree, I was offered a 40k base salary after freelancing through college, for a role where I didn’t even have to make sales at the job.

Now, I’m getting modelng contracts and job offers galore now that I have my degree completed out after going through this while trying to finish a collegiate degree out. I cannot say thank you enough to the people who kept a pulse on the EXTREMELY DANGEROUS situation for a model of my level and helped to pull me out of it once I could break free.

I am extremely proud of myself for surviving this, this felt like one of the biggest tests of my life so far. It was an extreme every day stressor while I attempted to complete my college courses, and I wasnt even attacking anyone.

Now, I can only laugh about it. Now, that I know larger organizations are working on the issue. I feel immensely safer now that this new wave of police and legislative system know this story.

But then again, JJ Pursely himself, began being followed by police before the relationship was even over. He has now been removed from SEC athletic football games, and almost arrested on the streets, by police.

So back to the story. At the time, JJ was telling me how much he hated being this way and how much he was trying to not be a porn and drug/alcohol addict verbally. He would tell me that he wanted to kill himself over this girls attachment to sending him nudes. So, I tried to help him in early work ways as best as I could. No one deserves to die over this. But I still haven’t heard of JJ Pursley and Kelley Vivas being forced into rehab, and JJ almost gets arrested on the street.

Yes, porn is not illegal, but trying to force a model into it is. I couldn’t tell JJ how big of a model I was.

During the relationship he woukd se the quality if my contracts and start to wonder about what was going on. But, I kept it a secret from him because of the lorn addiction attached to him and how much he would beg me to do it for him.

Kelley Vivas on the other hand, was a dancer I guess. I’m learning from this situation and others, that a lot of ballet or those types of dancer dancers actually engage in full porn type shooting or sex work outside of their jobs. Let me make this clear, not pole dancing, full porn and sugar daddy’s type stuff. I feel bad that they have to do this to get paid, but get a second legal job if dance doesn’t pay enough.

That is exactly what I do. Sometimes I get 3-5 legal jobs or contract position to not do porn or sex work when I’m not modeling. I know tons of other dancers who work 3-5other jobs on top LEGAL dance as well. I’m only approached by ballerinas for prostitution, still. Ballerinas mostly, approach me in public and try to tell me sex work is okay.

I left Ballet to model when the outsiders beginning targeting me shit started because I didn’t like it. My modeling contract is now protected by a bank vault vault yall can’t get it.

The Cincinatti Ballet is the only Ballet I trust. The Cincinatti Ballet and my contracts. The women and men at Cincinatti Ballet and within my personal modeling contracts told me I NEVER needed to do porn. They would only side hug me and tell me how beautiful I was. They were not upset at me for leaving dance after what men tried to do to me because of it. I would still dance for this Ballet troop if I could even meet their standards for human beings.

The dancers from the Cincinatti Ballet would pull me to the side as a little girl and show me the dance hall asking me if I even knew how beautiful I was as a very very young girl. And they gave me the confidence to never need to do porn or give into Sugar Daddy culture. All because a Ballet troop showed me how much they cared about children NOT having to do that.

I cannot thank the Cincinatti Ballet enough for dropping in on my practices as a child or finding me at their shows and walking me through the hall making me feel poised and confident enough to rise above it.

So after I initially was beginning to date JJ Pursley and trying to hear him out about how he wanted to change as a human himself, I thought I would give him a chance to change. He didn’t. And that’s okay, I hope he gets mental health help.

Once Joseph James Pursley decided that I was a better option than his ex, he began trying to break up with her. I guess fearing that she would lose her already set Porn career, she woukd threaten to kill herself to him as he broke up with her. She would literally threaten to kill herself for her high school boyfriend breaking up with her.

So then eventually JJ Purey did enough work to get her in the back burner, and he actually started making an effort to get out of the home with me. He woukd take me to my car appointments to get my car serviced at the time. He woukd take me in fast food dates. He woukd teach me how to skateboard again outside, etc. Once we got his cam girl ex out of the picture, we actually started having a pretty wholesome time with others. Then the attacks began.

She would call him telling him that she was going to hang up and kill herself if he broke up with her on the phone call. JJ Pursley would be on the phone crying and asking her to not kill herself over their break up. This part was actually really sad.

JJ would start hanging up and telling me that he wanted to die or join the military, because of what Kelley Vivas, the cam girl, was making him go through.

And she still stalks him. This part if the story I actually feel bad for him.

I don’t feel bad for his addictions. That’s the part I don’t feel bad for him for.

Let me preface, I sometimes do put filters over my social media images, because technically my face is trademarked or protected under brands. So if someone were to catfish trying to be me, or use my face and body as intercultural property without ler.ission from my contracts, they woukd get sued. So, at that time I would filter my photos in order to avoid becoming the subject of someone’s catfish over another.

I’m sure this girl would say, “well I’d didn’t know it was like that,” now. But she shouldn’t have to know it’s like that to not be a psychopath.

She began messaging JJ Purey how ugly I was. Calling out my filters on my photos. Reminding him that they had child names picked out. Eventually, JJ showed me it all. He would tell me how delusional this woman was and how wrong she was when he told me.

But at least he made sure to let me know some psychopathic girl was about to drive in from Arizona.

She eventually began requesting that JJ Pursley shoot revenge porn of me for their high school hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. Because I woukd refuse to send JJ any nudes as his girlfriend. I was actually very adimate against sending them to him.

Then JJ Pursley made the conscious decision to film me during a compromising moment via the app Snapchat, which is apparently trackable. I know my blog is being followed by my brands only now. So I do feel safer, now.

This girl just would not stop. We were dating 3 years later and age woukd still try to reach out to him. Luckily, I was able to follow and screenshot her and her friends socials until they got found out in order to protect myself.

These girls even sent their friend to stalk me on campus at my own university and laugh in my face… they stalked and abused a blind girl via social media.

Eventually, after these women got found out, they were forced to join community service organizations.

I have no clue if the girl, Kelley Vivas, was even allowed to finish out her collegiate degree via The University of Arizona, however she was supposed to be a medical professional. And she eas threatening suicide to a man over a break up when they didn’t even live in the same state anymore.

So my best advice if you are in a situation like this and scared to get out of it, fearing death, tell police. Tell therapists, tell your parents, tell your friends.

Tell anyone you can about how you tried to get away. Work hard or seemingly difficult busimess type or learning jobs to try to take over your mind.

It gets extremely stressful and downright CREEPY in your life if you let people do this to you or approach you with these intentions. I quit my sport and my dream major, left and separated myself and pretended it wasn’t happening unless to defend myself.

I was super lucky that my next major was also a dream to me and made my mind actually feel good again. But I did research it super hard before transferring into it, so I knew it would be that way. I am still EXTEEMELY THANKFUL for my school in letting me do this and then eveb reach out when my boyfriend became extremely abusive to me again tonhelo get me into therapy.

As women, this is all we can do, in my own opinion. When it comes to modeling at the level that I do, I choose to forget about it completely from the creepy people who try to know me after my modeling career hits again. Luckily, by starting to tell people when I weirded out or scared of the people who even try to follow me, I get better protection to do my job.

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Published July 6, 2021

Categorized as About Me, Social Justice IssuesTagged real life relationship abuse, stalking

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