#Dark liked the wig alright

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Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

[bodybaggage]

Oh, It’s On!

DP X DC

Ensue the prank war…

---

It all started with a simple question posed by Dick as he lounged on the Batcave’s most uncomfortable piece of furniture, which he affectionately called "the Bat-Stone."

“So, has anyone actually tested the limits of Danny’s ghost powers?”

Tim looked up from his laptop, always the first to take a bait. “You mean, besides the constant intangible phase he does to avoid Damian’s batarangs?”

Stephanie, who was tending to her bo-staff but was actually poking Cass with the end of it—grinned. “I’m in. If nothing else, we’ll get some decent entertainment. Better than watching Bruce brood in the dark.”

Cass, normally the least likely to engage in such activities, simply tilted her head with a curious look that might have been interpreted as a quiet agreement. She might not speak often, but Cass had developed a taste for subtle chaos.

Jason cracked his knuckles with a smirk. “Sounds like a good way to pass the time. And besides, I’m bored.”

Danny, floating into the room with a glow of mild suspicion, was not as oblivious as they might have hoped. “You guys aren’t planning anything, are you?”

Dick waved a hand dismissively. “Us? Plan something? Come on, Danny, we’re innocent.”

Danny gave him a deadpan stare. “That’s literally the opposite of what you are.”

The challenge was set, and everyone knew it. But Danny, being the ghostly trickster he was, didn’t wait to be pranked first. He struck with precision.

---

The first inkling that things were amiss came when the Batmobiles began moving on their own. Jason was the first to notice, his usual vehicle—a sleek, red tank of a motorcycle—had rolled up to him as if it were a loyal dog wanting to go for a walk.

“Alright, who’s messing with my ride?” Jason demanded, but the vehicle simply honked twice in response, the sound oddly cheerful.

“It’s not me!” Tim called from across the cave, where his own ride had begun circling him like a shark. “I swear, I’m not touching anything!”

Danny floated nearby, feigning innocence with an expression that screamed, I totally did this. “You sure your cars aren’t just excited to see you?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “This is war, ghost boy.”

---

The Batcave, typically a place of stoic professionalism, had devolved into a battleground of pranks. Stephanie had rigged Danny’s usual hangout spot with a pop-up scarecrow (it looked suspiciously like Scarecrow, but with a clown wig) that would jump out at him whenever he tried to sit down.

The trap backfired spectacularly when Danny phased through the seat, sending the scarecrow careening into Cass, who simply caught it midair with one hand and set it down gently. Without saying a word, she gave Stephanie a look that said, ‘Nice try, but no.’

“Okay, point to Danny,” Stephanie conceded, wiping away tears of laughter.

In retaliation, Danny decided to step up his game. The next morning, Alfred calmly entered the Batcave with a tray of tea, his hair glowing an eternal green. Not a word about the change, not even a glance in the mirror—Alfred was far too professional for that.

Bruce, however, did notice. “Alfred, did you do something... different with your hair?”

Alfred, ever unflappable, set down the tea tray. “Just trying out a new look, Master Wayne. I believe it’s quite... refreshing.”

Bruce nodded slowly, not entirely sure if Alfred was joking. “It’s very... unique.”

Danny had to leave the room, barely containing his laughter. The dry humor had struck a chord, even with the ghost kid.

---

As the prank war escalated, it became harder to tell who was pranking who. Jason found his helmet filled with ectoplasm, while Tim’s gadgets began mysteriously glitching out, causing them to display random memes whenever he tried to access files.

Stephanie set up a system of water balloons throughout the cave, each strategically placed to drench whoever activated the trap. The grand finale was a large balloon precariously perched above the entrance, ready to douse the first unlucky victim.

Unfortunately for Damian, who had been staunchly standing next to Bruce to avoid any involvement in the chaos, his loyalty did not save him.

“I am not a part of this, Father,” Damian declared, stepping slightly closer to Bruce.

A soft ‘click’ echoed in the cave, followed by a loud splash as the massive water balloon above exploded, soaking Damian from head to toe.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damian, I thought you said you weren’t part of this.”

“I am not!” Damian insisted, dripping onto the Batcave floor. He glared at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him. “This was not intended for me.”

Danny appeared next to him, intangible and dry. “I guess the water balloon had other plans.”

Jason, Tim, Stephanie, and Dick burst into laughter, while Cass allowed herself a rare smile. Even Bruce couldn’t hold back the faintest twitch of his lips.

---

The chaos continued throughout the day, culminating in a final showdown where Danny—now fully embracing his role as master prankster—made every Bat-Suit in the Batcave walk out of their cases and perform the ‘Michael Jackson’s Thriller’ dance.

Bruce had walked in just in time to see his most serious suit do the moonwalk.

“That’s it,” Bruce declared, finally done with the madness. “No more pranks in the Batcave.”

But as he said it, his own suit’s visor flipped up to reveal a pair of glowing green eyes that winked at him before going dark.

Danny’s laugh echoed through the cave. “You’re gonna have to catch me first, Bats!”

Bruce sighed again, mentally preparing himself for the next round. It seemed that in the Batcave, chaos would always have a ghostly signature.

[dead-boys-club]

†  trick or treat! : various.

❥ scenario: dressing up as them for halloween. ❥ no triggers; not rated. ❥ no betas. ❥ not requested. ❥ there is a special, longer hawks scenario at the bottom.

❥ included: ngl, half way through i completely forgot so.. it's a surprise? lol

❥ izuku.

knocking on izuku's door, you adjust your costume with a big grin, waiting almost impatiently. upon opening the door, he freezes and his eyes widen a bit, taking in your green attire and wild hair, styled to match his own.

"trick or treat!" you chirp, holding up a tiny white bucket filled with treats for him.

a blush spreads across his cheeks and he covered his mouth, holding back a laugh. "oh.. you dressed up as me?" he mused, clearly flattered, "that's.. amazing."

you don't get to say too much as he's close, studying the details of your outfit. "i know it's not exactly battle-ready," you chuckle, "but, i think i could handle a villain or two!"

he finally lets out the laugh and takes the bucket from you, lightly pulling you into the room. "you look incredible," he coos, voice full of admiration. "now, we just need to work on the quirk," he teases.

❥ katsuki.

you knock on katsuki's bedroom door and step back, fixing the clips that are attached to your wig and the mock gauntlets you'd spent weeks to create. when he finally opens the door, his eyebrows shoot up, staring at you.

"trick or treat!" you declare, trying not to grin as you strike a post, something like what he would do in the middle of a fight.

he snorts, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. a cocky, proud smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the details. "you think you can handle being dynamight?" he teases, trying not to look too pleased.

you laugh, handing over a small bag of candy you'd picked out just for him. "only if you think you can handle there being a better dynamight."

he rolls his eyes and takes the candy, grabbing your wrist as well to tug you closer. "alright, smartass, don't get too comfortable with my title."

❥ shoto.

you adjust the half red, half white wig before knocking on shoto's door, glancing around as you rock on your heels, swinging a small bag in your free hand. when the door opens, he blinks, momentarily stunned by the sight of you dressed in his iconic look. it takes him a second to fully register it.

"trick or treat," you chime, showing a small smile as you hold on the small bag, nodding towards it.

he smiles, genuinely touched by the gesture, reaching up to trace at the edges of the fake scar you'd so carefully painted on. "you even got the scar," he mumbles, clearly impressed and moved by your dedication.

he can't help but chuckle when you push a peppermint into his palm, accepting it with a warm look to his eyes. "thank you," he says softly, pausing for a moment, "you look.. perfect."

❥ shota.

you knock on shota's office door, playing with the scarf around your neck, your hair messy and dark, an attempt to style it like his. he glances up from his paperwork as you step in, eyebrows raising as he takes in your costume, clearly amused.

"trick or treat!" you say, doing your best to briefly imitate his deadpan expression.

shota chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he studies you. "you went all out, huh?" he says, a hint of pride in his voice. he reaches for the candy bar in your hand when you come closer, examining it before giving you an approving nod.

"looks like you really captured the.. sleep-deprived look perfectly," he says with a light smile. "guess i don't mind you taking my place for the night... just don't fall asleep on the job."

❥ rumi.

knocking on the door to rumi's training room, you shift and adjust the rabbit ears you made, feeling self-conscious. when she opens the door, she grins, arms crossing as she eyes you up and down, taking everything in with an impressed look.

"trick or trick!" you chime, giving her a playful wink as you hold up a small treat bag.

rumi laughs, taking the bag with a tilt of her head. "well, look at you! got the ears and everything," she teases, reaching out to ruffle your hair. "didn't think you had it in you to pull off my look."

you chuckle nervously and glance down at the leotard that matches her own. "not sure if i can match your energy," you say, looking back to her, "but, i'll give it my best shot."

stepping to sling an arm around you, she guides you into the training room with a mischievous glint to her eyes. "you did good, babe. now, let's see if you can keep up with the real thing."

❥ tamaki.

standing outside of tamaki's door, you fix the cloak settled around your shoulders, trying not to knock the tendrils off your fingers, placed their to mimic his quirk. you've done your best to capture his look, from the shy slouch to the hood pulled up, settled just right at your crown. when the door opens, his eyes widen and he stares at you, cheeks turning a deep red.

"trick or treat," you say softly, holding up a small bag of his favorite snacks.

he stammers a bit, looking down at the cloak and back up to you, clearly flustered. "you.. you dressed up.. as me?" he whispered, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you nod a few times, handing him the bag. "yep! thought i'd see if i could match your style," you say, doing a small spin for him.

watching, he takes the snacks, fingertips brushing your hand as he still looks at you in awe. "you.. look amazing," he murmurs, barely audible. "i never thought anyone.. would want to be me for halloween." and as he looks at you, there's a quiet gratitude to his gaze, as if you've given him a gift he never knew he needed.

❥ himiko.

knocking on the doorframe of himiko's room, you'd managed to slip through the hideout unseen in your new attire and now bounced excitedly on your heels, adjusting the uniform you'd managed to get your hands on. the door wings open and her eyes go wide, a bright, toothy smile forming immediately.

"trick or treat!" you say, returning her smile and holding up a small container of heart-shaped candies.

himiko lets out a delighted squeal, practically bouncing. "oh my goodness! you're dressed as me!" she claps her hands, looking you up and down with bright, sparkling eyes. "you even got the little scary thingy right! so cute!"

she plucks out a candy heart and grins as she leans close, eyes still shining bright. "you're just like me now! we're practically twins!" she says, pulling you into a hug. "i'm keeping you forever," she whispers playfully, a warmth in her embrace, like she's truly touched by your choice.

❥ dabi.

walking through the hideout, your nose wrinkles as you try not to scratch at one of the mock staples on your face, adorned in a coat as similar as you could find and a wig you spent far too long to style. you find him lounging on one of the couches, resting, and a light grin forms as you clear your throat. he takes a moment to respond, glancing at you before snapping his gaze right back. "trick or treat," you muse, waving a candy bar.

he stares, clearly taken aback for a moment when the realization settles in. getting up, he stretches before making his way over to you, still a bit drowsy. "wow. that's.. that's almost scary," he drawls, circling you once and eyeing your attempt.

you grin up to him, holding up the candy bar. "it's called commitment to the role."

he snickers, inspecting you a bit closer. "gotta say, you look good in it." he takes the candy before tugging you closer, a faint smirk gracing his features. "guess you earned a treat, huh? next time, make it fireproof."

❥ tomura.

it takes a moment for you to actually knock on tomura's door, fixing your hastily styled, messy wig and oversized jacket that matched his look. you step in upon hearing his voice and nudge the door shut behind you. when he glances up, settled at his desk, his eyes narrow a bit in confusion.

"trick or treat," you say, holding out a small bag of sour candy.

he blinks a few times, more or less trying to work out the situation before it clicks, a low chuckle sounding from him. "you.. dressed as me?" he mutters, the ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. "guess i must've rubbed off on you.."

you toss the bag on his desk and shrug, showing a small grin. "thought i'd give it a try," you reply, doing your best to imitate his usual deadpan tone. "i make it look pretty good, huh?"

he rolls his eyes despite considering it pretty thoughtful, enjoying your little show. 'careful, now.. you're starting to look like someone i wouldn't mind keeping around," he says quietly, his own brand of playful, before reaching to tug your sleeve, a weak attempt at pulling you closer.

❥ eijiro.

after knocking on his door, you rock on your heels, fixing the bodysuit you'd added to your outfit, mimicking his signature hero look withy our hair styled into a spikey red mess. his eyes light up with delight when he opens the door.

"trick or treat!' you say with a toothy grin, showing off the arm guards you crafted for the costume.

he lets out a laugh, grinning ear to ear. "wow, you really went all out!' he exclaims, pulling you into a bear hug, even lifting you up a bit. "lookin' good, mini-me!"

you laugh and nudge a candy bar into his hand, his expression brightening even further, clearly touched. "this is awesome," he says, eyes sparkling with admiration. "you're a natural at this! i'd take you on my team any day."

he reaches over, nudging you playfully. "guess i got my treat after all." his voice softens, warmed at your gesture. "thanks for making this halloween so.. special."

❥ kyoka.

you knock on kyoka's dorm, lightly twirling one of the earphone jacks you'd made and attached to mimic her quirk. her mouth is open to speak when she opens the door but quickly closes, staring as she takes in the jacket, headphones, and edgy style that matches her.

"trick or treat," you say with a grin, holding out a small bucket filled with her favorite treats and snacks.

kyoka clears her throat, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she lets out a small, surprised laugh. "you.. dressed up as me?" she gives you a playful shove, a warm smile taking over. "you even got the earphone jacks! that's awesome."

handing her the bucket, you chuckle as she digs through it. "figured i'd try out being a rockstar for a night. pretty cool, right?"

she takes a piece from the bucket, shaking her head. "you look way cooler than me," she says, voice softening. "thanks for.. ya'know, being me for halloween. i kind of.. like it," she admits shyly

❥ momo.

you knock lightly on momo's door, adjusting the red outfit you'd taken the time to sew mimicking her hero look. when she opens the door, her eyes go wide for a moment and she clasps her hands over her mouth, a delighted smile spreading across her face.

"trick or treat!' you say with a little laugh, wanting to coo over her reaction as you hold up a fancy box of chocolates.

momo's eyes sparkle as she takes in every detail of your costume. "oh my goodness! you look.. incredible!" she says, thrilled as she reaches to touch the fabric. "you even got the little details.. you must've worked so hard!"

you smile as she takes the box, shrugging slightly. "only the best for my inspiration," you say, "thought i'd try out elegance for the night."

she returns your smile with a warm one of her own. "you look beautiful," she says softly, stepping aside to invite you in. "thank you for going to so much effort.. it means a lot to me."

❥ toshinori.

you knock on toshinori's door, swaying in your simple attire of a white tshirt and cargo pants, something easy that matched his style. when he opens the door, he takes you in for a moment before chuckling.

"trick or treat!" you say with a bright grin, holding out a small pumpkin bucket filled with his favorite candies.

he laughs, shaking his head, clearly amused. "well, well. you went all out, didn't you?' he says, though despite being amused, he's touched. "didn't think anyone would want to dress as me - at least not the everyday version." he adds with a shy smile.

handing him the bucket, you smile. "just wanted to show off a different side of the hero," you commented, nodding a few times.

he chuckles as he takes the bucket, reaching to affectionately ruffle your hair. "you're too kind," he murmurs, voice full of warmth. "thank you.. really. you brought some light to my day."

❥ mina.

grinning, you adjust the bodysuit and make sure your hair is fluffed up after knocking on the door, trying to capture her fun, energetic style. when she opens the door, she lets out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands with excitement.

"trick or treat!" you say, holding up a little pink halloween bag with treats for her.

"oh my gosh! you look amazing!" she exclaims, bouncing with excitement. "you even got the hair right! look at you!" she pulls you into a tight hug, giggling with pure delight. you laugh softly as you hand her the bag. "i thought i'd channel my inner mina for the night. i hope i did it justice!"

she beams as she takes the bag, practically glowing with excitement and appreciation. "are you kidding?? you're perfect!!" she coos, linking her arm with yours. "now we've got to go show everyone! best halloween ever!" and as she pulls you along, her joy is infectious, making the night even more unforgetable.

❥ keigo.

the sun has just dipped below the horizon, painting the walls of keigo's office with amber light casting through large windows. it's quiet for once, the evening calm settling throughout the building as the remaining staff begins to head home. you take a steadying breath as you settle the frame against the hallway wall and adjust the large wings on your back - crafted with hours of care and attention to match Hawks' iconic look as closely as possible.

you knock on the door, taking another calming breath as you hear the muffled sound of his voice. "come in," he calls, distracted, his attention taken by a mount of reports.

you push the door open, stepping inside and clearing his throat to get his attention. "trick or treat?' you say softly, not wanting to interrupt but still wanting to share at least a little cheer from the day. you do your best to strike a pose, the wings on your back spreading slightly.

it takes him a moment to look up from his desk, eyes widening when he does, taking in the sight of you. for a minute, he's stunned, mouth falling open before a grin forms. "well, look at that," he leans back, arms folding and raising an eyebrow. "didn't think anyone could look this good in my style," he teases, drinking in every detail of the outfit with a warmth to his gaze. "wait, is that.. my jacket?" he muses, head tipping.

"might have taken it from our closet?" you offer a playful smile and set the little gift bag on his desk but his attention is taken away, looking over the handmade feathers and intricate work you put into the wings. "oh, i didn't just dress up," you begin, "i brought you a gift."

you leave the room for a second to carefully pull the large picture frame into the room, shuffling to turn around to show him the front, revealing the perfectly crafted wings you made. the red wings are folded, perfectly centered in the frame, matching his as close as you possibly could. "i.. actually made these wings for you. i thought.. maybe, they could keep you company up here, give you a piece of yourself to stay in your office."

his eyes soften as he stands to cross the room, reaching to carefully touch the edges of the frame, taking in every detail - he's in awe of the near perfect detail to them, so much so, that it causes a brief ache of having lost them. "you made these... for me?" he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips trace the outline of the wings over the frame, gaze filled with gratitude.

"yeah," you say softly, feeling a bit bashful now that he's got such an intense look. "it's so you'll always have something to remind you of who are, wings or not, even on rough days."

keigo chuckles and moves to carefully lean the frame against the wall before pulling you close, hands settled at your lower back to keep you there. "you really know how to spoil a guy, don't you?" he sighs, voice full of warmth. "guess i'm the lucky one with treats tonight."

he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispers, voice filled with sincerity. "i'll hang these up right were i can see them every day."

and as he pulls you close, you can feel the warmth of his gratitude, the unspoken bind between you that nothing could ever replicate.

[shadebloopnik]

I just want Alastor and Lucifer's relationship in canon to develop enough to be chaotic besties. Like- we all know this alr, but they'd work SOOOO well together- Dramatic and emotionally passionate, with his sarcastic dark humor murder bestie its a fucking sitcom guys comeon-

Imagine a scene of Lucifer practicing talking to Lilith, just pouring his heart out in a declaration of love. And then it pans over to Alastor in a blonde wig, still with his suit and all, just going "Hmmm! No😁", and Lucifer throwing a book at his face like "TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. Alastor dramatically sighs and fixes his wig with a "Ohh alright old chap." He clears his throat and takes a deep breath and-

Pulls out a stack of papers with 'DIVORCE' scribbled messily on it and says in the most feminine sounding voice, "Now darling if you'll just sign here-"

Lucifer tackles him.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Excuse me? I really love your work and I was just wondering if we can get another chapter of Passion for Fashion?? I really love that but no rush whether or not u wanna. (Also, I'd love to see the Batfam or croc or anyone be educated WHAT KC actually is lololol I just think it would be fun.)

Danny stares at the man across from him with barely concealed bemusement. Red Robin hides behind his menu, muttering about all the pizza toppings.

It seemed pineapple was a must, and he fought not to wrinkle his nose as various people shot their table side glances. He's noticed the staring since they changed, but Danny is tired of the lingering gawking.

He gets that his date looks suspicious in his get-up, but it's not the worst.

They had to stop at a second-hand store, where he went in to buy a trench coat, a pair of large sunglasses, and a fedora, per Red Robin's request. While inside the store, Red Robin somehow produced a blond wig and some makeup, changing his features just slightly so that he appeared to be a different person.

They both stop at a local gas station to change outfits and finish their prep work in the bathrooms.

Danny had gone in sweats, a stained shirt, and mismatched shoes—he had not been expecting a date—but when he left, he came out wearing an experimental style Dan had found.

It was called Corp Goth, and he secretly adored it. Maybe Sam was onto something when she said a pure black offit made anyone attractive.

It was a form-fitting black jeans, a top with a darker shade of black long-sleeve shirt, and a flowing black trench coat. Dan had included various jewelry pieces, with strict instructions on where to put them so that the style was "balanced," it gave him the slightest hints of old-style rock aesthetics.

Danny felt good about his clothes until Red Robin saw him. He didn't think he was that bad-looking, but if it caused the other to run into a streetlight, Danny would hate to think what other less kind people would say.

"Would Hawiian be alright?" Red Robin finally asks, his voice just a tad bit high. Is he that nervous to be seen by people?

Danny raises a brow. "If that's what you like. I'll do whatever you want me to."

The other teenager—is he? He looks older now with his make-up—a few years—and makes a strange choking sound. "Okay."

"Alright. So now that we know what to tell the waitress when she comes here, can we return to the fact you broke through my window?" Danny asks, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs to get comfortable.

A girl nearby chocks on her water, making Danny's head snap in her direction. Her friends quickly pat her back and urgently speak to the blushing girl. When he confirms she is all right, Danny returns his gaze to Red Robin.

He is taken aback by the sharp attention now being aimed at him. Yes, he can't exactly see the other eyes behind those dark sunglasses, but he feels the heavy stare all the same. "I want to discuss your connection to Killer Croc and the Infinite Realms."

Danny considers it. On the one hand, he can't talk about his secret mission, but on the other, he needs to find some information about this place. He's gotten bored wandering around, tinkering with things while the fashion contest dragged on.

They have been here for months and have made no headway in helping Batman. Heck, Danny has yet to even see him. If anything maybe this guy will know some information.

But he thinks he shouldn't lay all his cards just yet. So, he needs to bend the truth a little.

"There isn't much to tell about Killer. He was involved in our kidnapping a few days ago. I guess they hired him without explaining what the job was since he came to apologize for almost trafficking us." Danny shrugs, thinking over his answer as he takes a small sip of his soda, missing his mouth slightly. He quickly catches some of the spilled drink with his tongue, mentally debating himself for being so clumsy. There is a gasp from the same girl three tables away.

Danny fights the urge to sink into his seat as he ignores her. "He said he sells drugs, not people. How he tracked us down is anyone's guess, but since he came all the way in person, I figured I should invite him in and offer him a drink."

Red Robin tilts his head. "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you invite him in and offer him a drink?"

"Ugh, 'cause it's good manners?" Honestly, did big-city folks really have no sense of being civil? Amity Park has a small population, but there are enough people to be called a city, and none of them have ever been confused by the idea of being invited in for a drink.

Red Robin considers this answer before he leans forward. "How about your connection to the Infinite Realms?"

Here, Danny carefully selects his replies, ensuring that all his answers are accurate, just not in the way the others will get. "You can say it was my parents, but mostly my mom. She was the one who made the final step and connected the family to the Realms."

"Your mom? Where is she?"

"Dead," Danny whispers, thinking of his own mom, whom he hasn't seen in weeks. He wonders if she or his dad has noticed him missing yet. If they have reported it.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Red Robin looks down at his hands in silence in a show of respect. Danny can appreciate it. However, that doesn't last long before he lifts his head again, this time with a stubborn little tilt to his mouth.

"That wasn't a full explanation of how the Infinite Releams involve you or your brother."

Danny shrugs. "It's how we got our meta powers. The portal to the other side opened on Dan and me, triggering our ice and glowing eyes. We've been inside it a few times, but the portal sealed shut the last time. We haven't been able to go back."

"That's why you here," Red Robin says in great realization. "Gotham has enough death in it that it helps your powers."

Not really, but they can work with that. Danny smiles, putting one finger up against his lips, and Red Robin is true to his name by turning a lovely red hue. Danny hasn't seen anyone blush that hard since Jonny 13 when the other asked him out on a date.

It's cute.

"That and it's also the cheapest living city. Dan really has his heart set on being a fashion designer so we need to save money on fabrics and stuff."

"You're his model. Have you always wanted to go into modeling?"

"Not really. I like mechanical engineering more. Maybe when I finish helping Dan, I'll look for a school to apply to." Danny shrugs, leaning forward to give the other a smirk.

Star once told him that Danny's slow up and down was his best flirting technique after he had done her math homework for her. In return, she agreed to help him get better at dating.

He's not sure how well her lessons had gone, seeing as he still struggled to get a date back home (with the living anyone), but he thinks some of it was right since Red Robin goes even redder, if that's possible.

"Enough about me. How did you get involved in smashing widows and looking tasty in spandex?"

"I-um- well funny enough I-" Whatever he was going to say is lost as a figure jumps down from the darkness, landing on their table. Danny yelps, pushing himself away, but in doing so, he falls backward since his chair is not meant to be leaned like that.

He crashes to the ground with a swear, closing his eyes at the impact. The back of his head stings a little, as Danny slowly cracks open his eyes and stares upwards- at...a man in a bat suit?

"Moby Dick! Are you Batman!" He gasps, finally feeling like they are about to make a step forward in their mission.

The man glares down at him before grunting. "Red Robin. Retreat to cave."

"But-"

"Now"

Then he throws a smoke bomb on the ground. Danny leaps up, but both men are gone by the time the smoke clears. "Wait! Mr. Batman, sir, I need to talk to you!"

There is no reply, just the girls filming with their phones and the sound of speeding cars. Danny kicks the ground. "Oh come on!"

When he wanders home, he finds Dan lying face down on the ground with various ice cream tubs surrounding him. On some pieces of paper are various-sized hearts, the initials "DF + KC" inside them.

Dan is singing heartbreak sounds into the carpet, muffled by his tears.

"Dan, man, have some dignity. You knew the EverBurning for like ten minutes."

The muffled crying gets louder, and Danny rolls his eyes. He slumps onto the couch with a sigh. "Listen, I think I got a lead on Batman. It's a man dressed like a bat. How hard can it be to find him?"

His clone-turn-twin raises one hand, pointing to a smashed button Danny missed when entering the living room. Upon closer inspection, he is startled to find out that it's a miniature microphone and tracker. There is a very tiny symbol on the side.

"Did Red Robin bug our house after breaking our window!?" he asks in outrage as Dan nods. "To think I flirted with him!"

Dan sobs louder. "I tried flirting with the best tail I have ever seen in my life and you got a date with a stalker! We're going to die alone!"

Danny really hopes they finish this stupid mission soon. He's getting tempted to let Clockwork's bomb take him.

[fatalintrouble]

Halloween Horror Nights (P.JAY)

Synopsis -- In the midst of a thrilling Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a sprawling haunted attraction filled with eerie mazes, creepy clowns, and endless jump scares. While navigating through the maze of horrors, you keep feeling the unsettling sensation of being watched.

Pairing -- scare actor!demon!jay X f!reader wordcount -- 13.9k words warnings: vivid descriptions, predator/prey, stalker behaviour, dubcon, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, corruption

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The sun was sinking behind the rooftops, casting long shadows along the dimly lit street as you strolled with Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin. The cool autumn breeze carried the scent of crisp leaves and a tinge of excitement.. There was a buzz in the air—tonight’s horror attraction was said to be the scariest yet.

Before heading to the event, though, you all made a quick stop at the local costume store. The plan was to keep things low-key with your outfits, letting the professionals handle the real scares. But none of you could resist adding a little extra flair, just enough to get into the spirit of the night without stealing the spotlight.

Rei walked next to you, her eyes scanning the street ahead, already discussing ideas for what minimal but effective pieces would add to her costume. "I’m thinking just creepy, but not over the top."

Jeongin laughed, nudging Yujin with a grin. "Yeah, Yujin here probably just needs a mask. She’s already scary enough."

"Shut up," Yujin retorted, rolling her eyes but laughing along. "I’m keeping it classy, alright? Just something mysterious, like a dark cloak or whatever."

You chuckle, enjoying the easy banter between your friends as the neon sign of the costume store flickers into view ahead. It’s small, tucked between two larger shops, but it always has the best props. Inside, it’s even cozier—dimly lit with rows of costumes hanging from racks and shelves packed with masks, wigs, and makeup.

The bell on the door jingles as you all step inside, the smell of latex and fabric hitting your senses immediately. You scan the aisles, already trying to imagine what simple yet eerie addition you could make to your outfit. Maybe a set of vampire fangs or some glowing contacts? You catch Rei grinning as she picks up a bottle of fake blood, shaking it at Jeongin and Yujin like a silent dare.

"Alright," you say, eyeing the selection in front of you, "let’s see what we can find to give the actors a run for their money—without stealing the spotlight."

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You continued down the aisles, humming along to the soft, upbeat music playing through the store’s speakers. The gentle buzz of chatter from other shoppers mixed with the rustle of fabric as you sifted through different accessories. As you passed by the rows of costumes, you overheard a little girl pointing excitedly at a mask hanging on a nearby shelf.

"Mom, I want that!" the girl exclaimed, her finger jabbing toward a mask of a particularly terrifying horror movie character.

The mother hesitated, holding up a glittery fairy costume instead. "Are you sure, honey? What about this?"

"No! I want that!" the girl insisted, her eyes fixed on the scary mask.

With a sigh, the mother relented, pulling down the mask and handing it to the girl. "Fine���" she muttered, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and resignation as they headed toward the cashier.

You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at the exchange, amused by how even kids were leaning into the spooky season. Turning back to the shelves, you scanned through the rows of fake fangs, glowing contacts, and eerie accessories, trying to decide what would add just the right touch to your simple look for tonight.

Then, someone came up to stand beside you. You glanced to the side, only to quickly avert your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Fuck. He's handsome.

You looked around nervously, trying to play it cool. Across the store, Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin were deep in an argument over which ghoul-themed tops were the creepiest. You almost laughed, knowing how seriously they were taking this despite the agreement to keep it "simple."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back when the guy next to you reached up and grabbed a bottle of fake blood.

"Those your friends?" he asked in a smooth voice, turning to face you.

Oh.

Up close, he was even more handsome, with sharp eyes and broad shoulders that made your heart race. You stood there for a moment, almost forgetting to respond.

"Oh! Yeah," you answered, feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seems like they’re taking that very seriously," he said, glancing over at your friends, who were now holding up ghoul tops for comparison.

"I guess so," you answered, struggling to tear your gaze away from the way his jawline seemed to catch the soft lighting.

He turned towards you and flashed a smile again. "Anyways, happy Halloween," he said, his voice smooth as he began to walk toward the cashier.

"Happy Halloween," you echoed softly, watching his back as he disappeared into the crowd of shoppers. You stood there for a moment, still reeling from the interaction, your heart beating faster than usual.

Before you could snap out of it, a sudden weight crashed into you, almost making you lose your balance. "You should be an angel!" Yujin’s excited voice pierced through your thoughts as she shoved a white dress and a pair of feathery wings into your arms.

"Angel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her heels. "It’ll totally fit you! You’ve got the whole ethereal thing going on," she added, grinning from ear to ear. You shot her a playful glare but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face.

With a sigh, you glanced down at the angel costume in your hands, shrugging. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be perfect! We’ll all have our own spooky themes, but you can stand out in a different way,” Yujin insisted, her excitement contagious as she tugged you towards Rei and Jeongin.

"Look who I convinced!" Yujin announced triumphantly as you joined Rei and Jeongin, still holding the angel costume. Rei took one look at the white dress and wings and smirked.

"An angel, huh?" she teased, eyeing you up and down. "It’s fitting, honestly."

Jeongin, holding two equally ghoulish shirts, raised an eyebrow. "An angel? That’s unexpected. I figured you'd go for something scarier."

You shrugged, holding the dress up to your chest. "Well, I guess I’ll be the light in the darkness tonight," you joked.

Yujin beamed, clearly proud of her choice. "Exactly! You’ll be like the calming presence when the scares get too intense."

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After making your purchases, the four of you stepped out of the costume shop, laughing and chatting as the cool evening air greeted you. Jeongin tossed a casual salute your way as you all parted ways, agreeing to meet up at his house before heading to the horror attraction later.

“See you guys in a bit!” Rei called, waving as she walked off with Yujin.

You waved back before turning toward home, clutching your shopping bag close as you made your way down the dimly lit street. The sky had deepened into a dark blue, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. You hummed softly to yourself, the soft crinkle of the bag and the occasional rustle of leaves the only sounds around you.

But then, out of nowhere, a shiver ran down your spine.

You slowed your steps, the feeling growing stronger as if someone’s eyes were on you. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around quickly, expecting to see someone following you.

The street was completely empty.

A hollow breeze stirred the leaves, but other than that, nothing. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… quiet.

“That’s weird,” you muttered under your breath, shaking off the uneasy feeling as you turned back and kept walking.

But the sensation didn���t go away. With every few steps, the chill crept up your back again, prickling the hair on the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked toward the shadows, scanning every alley, every corner. Yet, every time you turned around, there was no one.

Just you.

Alone.

Your heart began to race, and before you knew it, your feet had picked up speed, almost without you realizing. The darkening streets blurred around you, your steps growing quicker, faster, until finally, you reached your house. You fumbled for your keys, your hands trembling slightly as you shoved the key into the lock and hurried inside.

Click.

The door closed and locked behind you.

You leaned against it, breathing heavily, your pulse loud in your ears. For a moment, you stood there, collecting yourself. The house was dark and quiet, but the sense of safety washed over you. Just to be sure, you crept to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly and peeking outside.

Nothing.

The street was empty, just like before. The only movement came from the neighbors’ black cat, perched on a fence, staring at you with its eerie green eyes. You breathed out, relieved, and stepped back from the window.

“Paranoid,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. “Just paranoid.”

You tossed your shopping bag onto your bed and flopped down, trying to shake off the lingering unease. It was probably just the thought of the horror attraction messing with your head.

Meanwhile, outside, the black cat jumped down from the fence with a soft thud, letting out a quiet meow. It rubbed itself affectionately against the leg of someone standing nearby—a tall figure, their face obscured by the hood of a dark jacket.

The figure crouched down, their gloved hand gently scratching behind the cat’s ears. “Good kitty,” they whispered, a chilling softness to their voice.

Then, slowly, they stood up, their shadow stretching across the ground as they turned to look up at your house. The hood concealed their face, but their eyes—glinting from beneath—were locked on your window, watching. Waiting.

You stood up from your bed after awhile, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that had settled over you. There was no reason to be paranoid, you told yourself. It was just your imagination running wild after a long day, as you grabbed the angel costume Yujin had picked out, draping it over the back of a chair, and sighed.

Suddenly, the sound of a soft knock echoed from downstairs.

You froze, your heart lurching into your throat. You weren’t expecting anyone yet—Jeongin and the others weren’t supposed to meet up until later. You waited, holding your breath, listening. Another knock, this time more deliberate.

"Probably just a neighbor," you muttered to yourself, trying to calm the rising dread that gripped your chest. Slowly, you crept down the stairs, each step sounding too loud in the stillness of the house.

When you reached the front door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the lock. The knock came again, this time softer, almost… patient.

Swallowing your nerves, you unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, peering outside.

No one was there.

You stepped out, looking left and right, your porch illuminated only by the weak glow of the streetlight. The street was still empty. Only the black cat from earlier now sat in the middle of the road, watching you with those unblinking green eyes. It was like a shadowy sentinel, a strange calmness in the night.

Your unease deepened. There was no sign of anyone around, yet the knock had been so clear. You glanced back toward the cat, feeling that same chill crawl down your spine. Turning quickly, you shut and locked the door again, deciding not to think too much about it.

As you walked back toward the stairs, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, hoping it was one of your friends with an early check-in. The message lit up your screen.

Jeongin: Hey, we’ll meet a little later than planned. Yujin’s running behind. You good?

You stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.

You: Yeah, all good. I’ll just hang out until then.

You set your phone down and took a deep breath, trying to shake the lingering nerves. But even as you returned to your bedroom, the unease wouldn't leave. The knock, the empty street, the cat…

You didn’t notice, as you sat back on your bed, that the figure was no longer standing in the street. The cat remained, sitting quietly in the same spot, but the hooded person had moved, disappearing into the shadows beside your house.

Their eyes were now watching through a different window, the glint of their gaze hidden as they observed your every movement.

Silent. Still.

You stood in your bedroom for a while, rubbing your arms as if trying to erase the lingering chill that had settled over you. The unsettling feeling wouldn’t let go, and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. Shaking your head, you decided to shake off the nerves and focus on getting ready for the night ahead.

As you pulled out the angel costume from the chair, the soft fabric felt comforting in your hands. The white dress had a delicate shimmer, the lace trim giving it an ethereal quality. You laid it out on the bed, eyeing the small wings and head crown beside it.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you murmured, taking a deep breath as you began to change.

The white dress slipped over your head easily, flowing down to just above your knees. You adjusted it, admiring the way the lace caught the light. Next, you carefully rolled up the lace stockings, pulling them on to complete the look. You glanced at the mirror, already feeling a little better.

You took a moment to put on some simple heels, their soft click against the floor a pleasant distraction. Then, moving to your vanity, you started on your makeup. You opted for a light shimmer, brushing on a soft glow to your cheeks and adding a touch of highlighter to your collarbones. A bit of silver eyeshadow and a swipe of gloss completed the look, making you feel polished yet still true to the angelic theme.

With the crown of delicate feathers nestled in your hair, you stepped back to examine your reflection. You looked ready.

But as you stood there, the initial thrill began to fade. The sense of foreboding crept back in, an uncomfortable reminder of the strange events earlier. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, the curtain slightly drawn back.

The street was still empty, the only movement coming from the wind rustling through the trees. You let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that you were safe.

“Just a little fun tonight,” you said aloud, trying to convince yourself. You grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed you still had a little while before you Yujin arrived.

Deciding to occupy your mind, you turned off the lights and made your way to the living room. You put on some music, letting the upbeat melodies fill the silence. As you moved around the room, your nerves slowly eased, the rhythm bringing you back to a state of calm.

But as you danced lightly to the music, a subtle movement caught your eye through the window. You glanced over, and for a moment, you thought you saw a figure slip behind a tree. Your heart skipped a beat, and you rushed to the window, peeking through the curtain again.

Nothing. Just the tree swaying in the wind.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head at your reflection in the glass. You turned away, trying to focus on the music instead, but the feeling that someone was watching you remained.

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When the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts, and you nearly jumped. You hurried to the door, relieved to see Yujin standing on the other side, still in her casual clothes but holding a large bag filled with her costume.

“Ready?” she grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“More than ready!” you replied, opening the door wider to let her in.

You let Yujin into your house, her excitement instantly lifting the tension that had settled over you. “You can get ready in the bathroom,” you said, gesturing for her to head in. “I’ll grab something to eat while you do your thing.”

“Perfect! Thanks!” she chirped, disappearing into the bathroom with her bag of costume items.

You made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning its contents. After a moment of rummaging, you settled on a few slices of leftover pizza from the night before. Not the healthiest option, but it was quick.

As you waited for the microwave to warm up the pizza, you listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. You could hear Yujin humming to herself, probably going through her makeup routine.

A few minutes later, you pulled the warm slices from the microwave and set them on the counter, taking a bite as you leaned against the kitchen island.

You were halfway through your snack when Yujin emerged from the bathroom, now transformed into her own version of a spooky character. She wore a stunning black dress adorned with lace and a necklace of eerie charms. Her makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and dark lipstick that made her look both fierce and fabulous.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

“Wow! You look amazing!” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely ready to turn some heads tonight!”

“Thanks! I was going for something a little darker, you know?” she said with a wink, walking over to the mirror to adjust her hair.

As you finished your last bite of pizza, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time to meet up with Jeongin and Rei.

“Okay, we should get going soon,” you said, rinsing your plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “Let’s grab our stuff and head to Jeongin’s.”

Yujin nodded, grabbing her bag and giving you one last look. “We’re going to have a blast! Just remember, if anything weird happens, we stick together, okay?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, though a flicker of unease crossed your mind again.

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When you arrived, you could see the warm glow of lights spilling from the windows. You knocked on the door, and Jeongin opened it almost immediately, a playful grin plastered across his face.

“Finally! The angels have landed!” he teased, gesturing for you both to come inside.

You stepped into the cozy living room, where Jeongin and Rei were already decked out in their costumes. Jeongin was dressed as a classic vampire, while Rei had transformed into a ghostly specter, her makeup pale with dark shadows under her eyes.

“Look at you two! You look amazing!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“Thanks! You guys too!” Rei replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eyed Yujin.

“Yujin, why were you late!” Jeongin interjected, an exaggerated tone of mock disappointment in his voice.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one who started a game without us,” Yujin shot back, crossing her arms with a playful pout.

You laughed, sensing the friendly banter that made your group so special. “Alright, alright! Let’s not argue over who’s late. We’re all here now, and that’s what counts!”

Jeongin threw his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. “Fine.”

After a few more moments of laughter and friendly teasing, you all decided it was time to head to the attraction. Jeongin grabbed his keys, and you all filed out of the house, excitement buzzing as you made your way to his car.

The four of you piled into the vehicle, while Jeongin turned on the music, and the upbeat tunes filled the car as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay, who’s ready to get scared?” he asked, glancing back at you and Yujin through the rearview mirror, a grin on his face.

“Bring it on!” Yujin shouted, throwing her fists up in the air.

“I just hope I can keep my angel wings intact,” you joked, and everyone laughed.

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Before long, you arrived at the attraction, the entrance illuminated with vibrant lights and eerie decorations. The sounds of laughter and screams echoed in the distance, heightening your anticipation.

As you closed the car door and walked up to the entrance, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you. The sounds of laughter, screams, and creepy music created a cacophony that heightened your excitement. You reached into your bag and pulled out the tickets, holding them up to the guards at the entrance. After a quick search of your purse, the guards waved you through with a friendly nod.

“Welcome to the fright fest!” one of them called out, and you grinned in response, your heart racing with anticipation.

As soon as you stepped inside, Rei linked her arm through yours, dragging you along. “Come on! We can’t waste any time!” she urged, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Everywhere you looked, people were milling about, some in costumes of their own, others simply enjoying the show. The air was filled with an exhilarating mix of excitement and fear, punctuated by the occasional screams of unsuspecting victims who fell prey to the scare actors lurking around. It was all part of the experience, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you spotted a scare actor in a creepy clown outfit jumping out at a group of teenagers.

“Look at that!” Yujin pointed, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the crowd. “We need to get something to drink first! Can’t enjoy the horror on an empty stomach!”

“Good idea,” Jeongin agreed, and the four of you made your way to a nearby stand, where a selection of colorful drinks awaited. You each ordered something sweet, the vibrant colors matching the carnival-like atmosphere around you. As you sipped your drinks, you felt the tension from earlier dissipate, replaced by the exhilaration of being with your friends in such a lively place.

After finishing your drinks, you all exchanged eager glances, ready to dive into the attractions. “Let’s check out the corn maze!” Jeongin suggested, and everyone eagerly agreed.

As you approached the entrance of the corn maze, the towering stalks loomed overhead, casting shadows in the dim light. You could hear laughter and screams echoing from within, and the anticipation of navigating through the twists and turns made your heart race.

“Ready to get lost?” Rei joked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled you toward the entrance.

“Absolutely!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

You all stepped into the maze, the tall cornstalks creating a narrow path that twisted and turned. As you ventured deeper, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and distant laughter.

“Stick together!” Yujin called out, her voice slightly muffled as you all tried to keep your bearings. You navigated the paths, laughing as you tried to guess which way to go.

Suddenly, a scare actor dressed as a scarecrow jumped out from behind a pile of hay, their costume ragged and tattered. You shrieked in surprise, grabbing onto Rei’s arm tightly.

“Okay, that was a good one!” you exclaimed, laughing nervously as the scarecrow let out a low, haunting laugh before disappearing back into the shadows.

“See? This is what it’s all about!” Jeongin said, clearly enjoying every second.

Every rustle of corn or distant sound sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself clinging to your friends, your heart racing with both fear and excitement.

“Alright, who’s brave enough to go first?” Rei challenged, looking back at you with a daring grin.

“Me!” Yujin declared, puffing out her chest. “Let’s see what’s around the next corner!”

As you ventured deeper into the corn maze, the sunlight from the entrance faded, replaced by an enveloping darkness that swallowed the narrow pathways. The rustling leaves became more pronounced, and an uneasy chill crept into the air.

“Okay, this is getting a little too dark,” you murmured, glancing around as shadows danced between the towering cornstalks.

“Agreed! I can’t see a thing,” Rei replied, squinting into the gloom. “We should use our phones!”

You nodded and quickly pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead just enough to navigate. Yujin and Jeongin followed suit, their phones casting a warm glow around you.

“Much better!” Yujin exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly as you all moved forward. The beams of light flickered across the corn, creating an eerie atmosphere that made your heart race with excitement.

You turned the light towards the path ahead, revealing the crooked maze that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The shadows felt alive, and every so often, you thought you saw something move just outside the reach of your flashlight.

“Did you see that?” you whispered, your heart racing.

“See what?” Rei asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I thought I saw something shift over there,” you said, pointing into the darkness.

“Stop it! You’re going to freak me out!” Yujin laughed, though you could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

“Okay, okay! Just trying to keep the energy up!” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

The beams of your phones danced along the rows of corn, but every so often, you’d catch a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, just beyond the light. A sudden noise made you jump, and you turned your flashlight in the direction of the sound.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, your heart racing.

“Maybe it was just the wind?” Jeongin suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Or something waiting for us!” Rei chimed in, and the playful banter shifted to a more serious tone as you all exchanged nervous glances.

Just then, another scare actor leaped out from behind a stalk of corn, their eerie mask and tattered clothing making you scream. You stumbled backward, and Rei grabbed your arm to steady you.

“Okay, I think we’re officially lost,” you said, laughing despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “And terrified.”

“Let’s keep together! No splitting up!” Yujin said.

“Do you think we’ll ever find our way out?” Rei joked, though her laughter held a hint of real worry.

“Of course! We just need to follow the screams,” Jeongin replied, trying to keep the mood light as you continued deeper into the maze.

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After what felt like an eternity of navigating the twists and turns of the corn maze, you finally caught a glimpse of light peeking through the stalks ahead. A collective sigh of relief escaped your lips as you and your friends quickened your pace toward the opening.

As you burst out into the open air, the sounds of the attraction flooded back, and the vibrant colors of the carnival illuminated your surroundings. You paused for a moment, taking in the brightness and the lively atmosphere.

“We made it!” Yujin exclaimed, raising her arms in triumph.

“Barely!” you chuckled, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Let’s celebrate our escape with some drinks!” Jeongin suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I saw a stand over there selling some fun cocktails. Who’s in?”

“I am!” you and Rei chimed in simultaneously, and Yujin nodded eagerly.

You all made your way to the drink stand, where a colorful array of beverages awaited. The bartender, adorned in a spooky costume, greeted you with a wide grin. “What can I get for you?”

“Surprise us!” Jeongin declared, and the bartender set to work mixing.

A few moments later, he handed you each a vibrant drink, complete with tiny skull-shaped ice cubes floating inside.

After finishing your drinks, you and your friends wandered deeper into the attraction, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere.

You passed by groups of people huddled together, sharing nervous giggles as scare actors leaped out at them.

But as you walked further, that familiar unease began to creep back in. A shiver ran down your spine, and you glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings. It felt as if eyes were boring into you from the shadows, observing your every move.

You stopped, scanning the area, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The darkness blurred the outlines of the crowd, making it hard to pinpoint where anyone was looking.

You tried to dismiss the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow at the edge of your vision. You took a deep breath and urged your feet to move forward, joining your friends as they continued to explore the attractions.

“Look at that!” Yujin suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a haunted mirror maze up ahead, its entrance shrouded in fog and lit with eerie lights. “We have to go in there!”

“Absolutely! It looks awesome!” Rei agreed, her excitement momentarily distracting you from your uneasy feelings.

You all approached the entrance, the mist swirling around you as you stepped inside. The mirrors created a dizzying effect, reflecting distorted images of yourselves. The laughter and screams of patrons outside faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps and the occasional spooky sound effect from hidden speakers.

“Okay, this is cool!” you said, your heart pounding, but this time not from fear.

“Just be careful not to bump into anything,” Jeongin warned, a mischievous grin on his face.

As you navigated through the maze, your unease faded slightly, but the feeling of being watched returned. You couldn’t shake the impression that someone—or something—was lingering just beyond the reflection, but every time you turned to look, there was nothing but the glass staring back at you.

“Hey, does anyone else feel like we’re not alone in here?” you said, your voice low, unsure if you wanted to voice your worries.

“What do you mean?” Rei asked, glancing back at you.

“Like… I just have this weird feeling, as if someone is watching us,” you admitted, your heartbeat quickening again.

Yujin rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s just the spooky atmosphere! Let’s keep moving; I want to see how far we can go without getting lost!”

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, you pressed on, but the sensation of being observed lingered in the back of your mind. Every reflection seemed to twist and distort, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something moving in the distance—a shadow flitting just out of reach of the light.

“Did you see that?” you asked, pausing mid-step.

“See what?” Jeongin replied, looking around.

You turned to point, but the shadow was gone. “Never mind, I must be imagining things.”

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After what felt like an exhilarating eternity, you and your friends finally navigated your way out of the funhouse mirror maze, the reflections behind you fading into the background.

As you stepped into the center of the attraction, the vibrant lights and sounds enveloped you once more. The crowd buzzed with energy, but your focus shifted as you spotted a brightly colored clown funhouse not far ahead, its entrance adorned with swirling patterns and flashing lights. A sign above read, “Enter if you dare!”

“Let’s do it!” Yujin said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Clowns? Seriously?” you replied, feigning horror. “You all know they creep me out!”

Rei laughed, nudging you playfully. “That’s exactly why we have to go in! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, you followed your friends toward the entrance. As you stepped inside, the sounds of laughter and carnival music greeted you, but there was also an eerie undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

The inside was decorated with bright colors and chaotic patterns that made it hard to focus. Clowns of all shapes and sizes decorated the walls, some smiling widely while others bore twisted grins that made your heart race.

“Welcome to the funhouse!” a cheerful clown exclaimed as you entered, their voice jarring against the unsettling atmosphere. “Let’s see if you can make it out without getting scared!”

You exchanged nervous glances with your friends as you moved deeper into the funhouse, the walls seemingly closing in around you. The laughter of the patrons mixed with creepy sound effects, creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere.

As you navigated through the maze of mirrors, slides, and silly obstacles, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—someone—was watching you. Every time you turned your head, though, there was nothing there but laughter and flashing lights.

“Did you feel that?” you asked, glancing around at your friends, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Feel what?” Rei responded, frowning as she looked at you.

“Like… someone is following us?” you said, scanning the corners of the funhouse for any lurking figures.

“Maybe it’s just the clowns,” Jeongin joked, trying to lighten the mood, but the playful edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the unease that was creeping in.

As you continued walking, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—movement in the shadows just beyond the bright lights and the colorful decor. You turned your head quickly, but again, there was nothing there.

“Guys, I’m serious. I think someone is watching us,” you insisted, your heart pounding.

“Okay, now you’re starting to freak me out,” Yujin said, glancing around nervously. “Can we just keep moving? I don’t want to stay in here any longer than we have to.”

You pushed forward, trying to shake off the feeling, but the sensation only grew stronger as you moved deeper into the funhouse. Suddenly, you felt a cold draft rush past you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

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When you and your friends finally stumbled out of the clown funhouse, the cool night air washed over you like a refreshing wave. You paused, taking deep breaths to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the chaotic atmosphere inside.

“Wow, that was intense!” Yujin exclaimed, leaning against the wall for support, her laughter echoing the relief in your chest.

“Seriously! I thought I was going to lose it in there,” you admitted, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. The chill of the night felt comforting after the disorienting experience within the funhouse.

“We survived the clowns, though!” Rei said, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “What’s next?”

You all took a moment to just chill, watching the bustling crowd around you. The attraction was alive with people wandering from one thrill to the next, all of them laughing and screaming, sharing in the excitement of the night.

Suddenly, a loud horn blared, cutting through the chatter, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. You turned to see a horde of zombies staggering toward the center, moans echoing through the air as they stumbled in unison, dragging their feet and reaching out toward unsuspecting attendees.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, your heart racing once more.

“Look out!” Jeongin shouted, laughing as a couple of zombies lunged at a nearby group of squealing friends. Chainsaws roared to life as maniacs dressed in tattered clothing charged in behind the zombies, their chainsaws roaring, sending people scattering in delight and horror.

“Let’s move!” you said, grabbing Yujin’s hand as you led your friends away from the chaos, dodging the manic laughter and the flickering lights of the chainsaws.

As you navigated through the crowd, you caught glimpses of other creepy characters: towering clowns on stilts that danced above the throng, their painted faces contorted in exaggerated expressions. Creepy creatures from horror films loomed in the shadows, mingling among the guests.

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The clock struck 2 AM, and as you wandered through the attractions, you stumbled upon a massive haunted mansion looming ahead, its dark silhouette almost swallowing the light around it. The flickering lanterns lining the entrance cast eerie shadows, and you felt an undeniable pull to explore what lay within.

“Let’s go in!” Jeongin declared, pushing open the enormous doors that creaked ominously. You felt a thrill run through you, and with a glance back at Rei and Yujin, you followed him inside, the cobwebs brushing against your arms as you crossed the threshold.

The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and something faintly sweet, reminiscent of rotten wood. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and eerie ghostly figures dangled from above, swaying slightly as if whispering secrets to each other.

Before you could fully acclimate to the atmosphere, a loud roar shattered the silence, and a werewolf lunged from the shadows, teeth bared and eyes glowing. You screamed, adrenaline coursing through you as you instinctively grabbed Yujin's arm and took off running.

“Run!” she shouted, as you dashed deeper into the mansion. The dark corridors were filled with traps and jump scares, each turn revealing something more terrifying than the last. As you raced through the twisting hallways, the laughter and screams of your friends echoed faintly behind you, urging you to keep moving.

But in the chaos, you found yourself veering off into a side hallway, the darkness swallowing you whole. You tried to call out for your friends, but your voice felt swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere.

“Yujin? Rei? Jeongin?” you shouted, but only silence responded. The mansion was a labyrinth, and with every step, you felt more disoriented. The flickering lights cast strange shadows, and every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. You tried to retrace your steps, but the narrow passageways twisted into confusing angles, each corner looking just like the last.

Wandering through the maze, you stumbled upon a dusty parlor filled with antique furniture draped in white sheets. A single candle flickered in the corner, casting a soft glow over a cracked mirror. You approached it cautiously, catching your reflection—pale and wide-eyed, hair tousled from your frantic escape.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from somewhere nearby, and you jumped, heart racing anew. You spun around, trying to find the source of the noise, but the shadows danced around you, playing tricks on your mind.

“Think, think,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. The eerie atmosphere pressed down on you, and the feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance.

You took a deep breath, focusing on the sounds around you. Beyond the walls, you could faintly hear the laughter and screams of other patrons, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this twisted mansion. Summoning your courage, you began to move toward the noise, hoping it would lead you back to your friends.

Navigating through the dark corridors, you passed through a series of rooms that seemed to come alive with each step. In one room, a ghostly figure drifted past, its face pale and haunting. You held your breath, willing yourself not to scream as you ducked behind a piece of furniture, waiting for it to pass.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, frustration creeping in alongside the fear. The mansion was filled with traps—who knew what else lurked in the shadows?

Just as you turned to continue your search, a sudden, chilling laugh echoed through the hallway. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of chains rattling. You froze, heart racing as you turned slowly, scanning the darkened corners of the mansion for any sign of movement.

Your heart sank. This was not just a haunted house; it felt like a game of cat and mouse.

Gathering your courage, you pressed on, the eerie laughter still echoing in your ears. You rounded a corner, and there it was—a staircase spiraling upward into the darkness.

“Maybe I can find them upstairs,” you thought, taking the steps two at a time, desperate to reunite with your friends.

The air grew colder as you climbed, and the shadows danced more frantically. At the top of the stairs, you found a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. With no other choice, you began to knock on each door, calling out for Rei, Yujin, and Jeongin.

“Guys, where are you?” you shouted, voice echoing down the hallway.

But there was no response, only the whispering wind and the creaking of the old house. Panic surged within you as you tried to suppress the fear that threatened to overwhelm you. You reached the last door at the end of the hall, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open.

The room inside was dark and empty, but as you stepped in, the door slammed shut behind you with a resounding bang. You gasped, spinning around, your heart racing as the darkness enveloped you once again.

“Okay, this is not funny!” you called out, your voice trembling.

You hurried over to the door and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. "Damn it," you muttered under your breath, panic creeping in. You glanced around the room, searching for another way out. It was clearly meant to resemble an old attic—dusty furniture littered the space, some pieces draped with white sheets, their vague shapes adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Then, your eyes caught sight of a narrow passage hidden behind a wardrobe. You grinned to yourself and quickly made your way through, eager to escape this unsettling room. The hallway beyond was dimly lit, the walls made to look like jagged stone. You reached out to touch one, only to discover, to your relief, that it wasn’t real—just foam made to look dangerously sharp. Impressive. Whoever had designed this had gone all out to create a convincing illusion.

As you continued through the passage, the air grew colder, and the walls began to open into a larger space. You stepped forward, eyes widening as you found yourself in what appeared to be a cave. "Wow, they really went all out…" you whispered, admiring the details of the stone-like walls and stalactites hanging from above. Everything felt so immersive, almost too real.

You did come to an abrupt halt when you heard the sound of chains rattling and low groans echoing through the cave. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to your right. Your breath hitched at the sight before you.

On a small stone hill stood a man, chained to two stone pillars on either side of him. His arms were bound by thick chains, stained with blood, and arrows pierced the stone around him. His clothes were torn, revealing a firm, muscular chest also streaked with blood. But it wasn’t just the sight of his impressive physique that made you freeze—it was the black wings extending from his back and the long, twisted red horns that sprouted from his head.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized who it was. Even in the dim lighting, you recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the costume store.

But now, he was no longer the handsome stranger you had encountered earlier. He looked… otherworldly, dangerous, and hauntingly beautiful in a way that made your skin tingle. His black wings shifted slightly as his head slowly lifted, his eyes locking onto yours.

Red. His eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, and the moment they met yours, a wave of icy dread washed over you. That same feeling of being watched, the unnerving sensation you’d felt all night—it was him. He had been following you, watching you this entire time.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by his piercing gaze. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your legs felt heavy, your breath caught in your throat.

The man took a step forward, the chains around his wrists clanking as he did. His lips curled into a slow smile, sending a chill down your spine.

“Hello again,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, but there was something darker, something far more dangerous in his tone now.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was stare, heart pounding in your chest.

The man’s wicked grin widened as he suddenly rose from his knees, towering over the stone hill. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted—the dim cave lights flared a deep, ominous red, casting long, eerie shadows around the cavern. The sight sent a jolt of fear down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he started pulling on the chains that bound him, the fake metal links rattling with each tug. He kept pulling and pulling, his movements deliberate and terrifying, until the chains finally snapped free with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the cave, but it wasn’t the chains breaking that scared you the most—it was the way his eyes zeroed in on you, locking onto you.

For a split second, you thought, He’s a scare actor, right? This had to be part of the show…

When he suddenly leaned forward, his voice low and filled with dark amusement as he uttered one single word: “Run.”

Your blood turned to ice, and that was your cue. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and bolted. You ran like your life depended on it, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet hit the stone floor with a frantic rhythm. The sound of your own scream ripped from your throat, echoing through the cave as you sprinted through the winding passageways.

But the worst part? You could hear him. His heavy, deliberate footsteps pounded right behind you, getting closer with each second. The sound of his pursuit filled your ears, a terrifying reminder that no matter how fast you ran, he was faster. His presence loomed large, and the distance between you was shrinking far too quickly.

“Faster!” you urged yourself, your lungs burning as adrenaline surged through your veins, fueling your flight. The narrow stone walls blurred past you as you raced through the cave, your mind screaming for you to find a way out. But everywhere you turned, it felt like a dead end or a trap, the disorienting maze of the haunted mansion confusing your every step.

You glanced over your shoulder, a desperate mistake. He was right there—his smile wicked and cruel as he chased you down, his eyes glowing crimson. The sight of him so close made your heart stutter in your chest.

The fear threatened to swallow you whole, but your survival instincts kicked in. You pushed harder, your legs aching as you darted down a narrow hallway, hoping—praying—you could somehow lose him in the twists and turns. The eerie red lights flickered overhead, casting haunting shadows that played tricks on your eyes, but you didn’t dare slow down.

You rounded another corner, your pulse hammering in your ears, when suddenly, your foot caught on something. You stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to catch yourself at the last second. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you pushed onward, your muscles screaming in protest.

But you could still hear him—closer now. He was right behind you, his breath steady, his steps slow and deliberate, like he knew there was no escape.

Panic clawed at your throat. He’s going to catch me. He’s going to catch me.

And then, without warning, you saw it—an exit sign glowing faintly at the end of a long corridor. You forced your legs to move faster, the thought of freedom driving you forward. Just a few more steps, you told yourself, your heart pounding as the distance between you and the door closed.

But then… his voice, smooth and dark, echoed behind you.

“Run all you like,” he called, his laughter chilling, “but you can’t escape me.”

You didn’t dare look back this time.

You threw your entire weight against the door, your breath catching in your throat as it swung open with a loud creak. Relief washed over you for a split second—until you saw what lay beyond.

There was no exit. No fresh air, no escape. Instead, you were greeted by a long, dimly lit hallway bathed in a deep, sinister red light. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, forcing you to steady yourself as you stumbled forward. Panic rose in your chest as you realized there was no way out—not yet.

“Bad luck... it’s a fluke,” his voice echoed right behind you, low and mocking, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You whipped your head around, heart racing, just in time to see him emerging from the shadows of the previous room, that wicked grin still plastered across his face.

Without thinking, you took off running again, adrenaline surging through your veins as your feet hit the uneven ground. The red hallway stretched out before you, impossibly long, and with each step, you could hear him getting closer, his footsteps steady and confident.

“You can’t outrun me,” his voice taunted, the sound bouncing off the walls, surrounding you. “But go on, try. I like the chase.”

You pushed harder, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the ache in your legs. The hallway seemed endless, twisting and turning like a labyrinth designed to trap you. The red lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, making it harder to see what lay ahead.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rounded another corner, but the unsettling feeling of him right behind you never left.

You pushed yourself harder, your legs burning with exhaustion, but the flicker of light ahead fueled your desperation. You just had to make it—just a little further. But as you rounded the final corner, your heart sank.

Dead end.

A cold wave of dread washed over you as you stared at the solid wall in front of you, no doors, no escape. You spun around, your pulse racing, only to see him standing at the mouth of the corridor. His dark wings casting twisted shadows in the flickering red light. He tilted his head, his eyes glowing that eerie red, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like you’ve reached the end of the road,” he said, his voice smooth and taunting.

You took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. He stalked toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before striking. Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand reaching out to grip your wrist. With a swift motion, he pinned you against the wall, your back hitting the cold stone as he held your arms above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his body press against yours, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His sharp eyes bore into you, and despite the fear coursing through you, you couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through your stomach.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “What’s the matter, little angel? You look a little… breathless.” His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The closeness, the intensity of his gaze, the way his touch made your skin tingle—it was intoxicating. You hated that you felt it, but there was no denying the way your heart raced, not entirely from fear.

He shifted, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “I’ve been watching you all night… I could tell you’d be fun to chase.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours again, a sly smile curving his lips. “And now that I’ve caught you… what should I do with you?”

Your stomach fluttered as his words sank in, and despite the situation, you felt a strange heat rise in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but the way he was looking at you, so intense, made it impossible.

He chuckled softly, his free hand trailing down your arm before resting against your side. “I have to say,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “you make quite the perfect little angel… all soft and sweet. Too bad you fell right into my trap.”

You couldn’t help but tremble under his gaze, a mix of adrenaline and something else coursing through your veins. His flirtation was dangerous, intoxicating, and it made your mind spin.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, “do you like playing the helpless little angel? Or is there a side of you that likes the thrill… likes being caught?”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Come on, admit it,” he teased, his fingers brushing along your jawline. “You’re not just scared, are you? There's a part of you that’s enjoying this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. His boldness, his touch, the way he towered over you—it sent conflicting feelings through your body. You hated the way your stomach fluttered, the way your heart raced at the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you.

Leaning in even closer, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “What do you say, little angel? Ready to fly… or ready to fall?”

Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were on yours—fierce, commanding, and unapologetic. His hands tightened around your wrists as he pulled you closer, and you gasped at the sensation. That gasp was all he needed. He slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.

Your body trembled under the weight of his kiss, the heat of him pressed against you, and for a brief, dizzying moment, you felt yourself getting lost in it. The raw, primal energy of the moment, the way he dominated the space around you—it sent your senses spinning.

But then, something clicked in your mind. Reality came crashing back, and panic surged through you. What the hell are you doing? Without thinking, you bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as he yelped and jerked back, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

He stepped back, one hand wiping at his lip, smearing a streak of red as he inspected the blood on his fingers. For a split second, you thought you had gained the upper hand, but when his gaze flicked back to you, his expression shifted. The wicked grin returned, more dangerous than before, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Bad choice, angel," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. His grin widened as he took a step toward you, his posture tense with the thrill of the chase.

You didn’t wait to see what he would do next. Fueled by pure adrenaline, you bolted, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. But this time, it was different. The fear was still there, but underneath it, something else stirred—something undeniable. The adrenaline thrumming through your veins felt addictive, almost intoxicating.

Your body betrayed you, responding to the rush of being hunted, the thrill of his eyes on you as you sprinted through the dark, winding halls of the haunted mansion. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs carrying you forward as fast as they could, but your heart was racing for more reasons than just fear.

The red lights flickered ominously overhead as you ran, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move with you. Every corner you turned, every twist in the maze-like mansion, you expected him to appear, his wicked grin haunting your thoughts.

I have to get out of here, you thought, your mind racing. But even as you ran, a part of you—one you didn’t want to acknowledge—thrilled at the chase, at the sensation of being pursued by someone so dangerous, so intense.

The walls seemed to close in around you, twisting and turning, disorienting you at every corner. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth —something that clung to your senses.

Behind you, his footsteps echoed, unhurried but relentless. "You can run all you want, angel!" his voice boomed, rough and guttural, dripping with amusement. "I will catch you."

A shiver ran down your spine, fear mingling with something else, something dangerous that twisted in your gut. The adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heartbeat a deafening drum in your ears. How had it come to this? The demon was toying with you, and yet, the terror thrummed in your body with a maddening intensity, pulling you further into the chase.

You ducked beneath an archway, barely avoiding the jagged stones jutting out of the walls. The darkness was thick, almost alive, and it wrapped around you, hiding both dangers and possible salvation. Every time you glanced over your shoulder, you could catch a glimpse of him—those glowing eyes, sharp with hunger.

The sound of his laughter cut through the air, deep and mocking, making your pulse race even faster. You had to keep moving. You couldn’t let him catch you. And yet... you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to the threat. Fear, yes—but something more. Something twisted that made your steps falter for just a moment.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How could fear and danger do this to you, make your body betray your instincts? But as you ran deeper into the maze, with his voice chasing you, that line between fear and exhilaration blurred more and more. And he knew it.

The uneven ground made it hard to maintain your balance, and you were too focused on the chase to notice when your heel slipped off. You stumbled, and before you could stop yourself, you crashed to the ground.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the hard floor with a loud thud, a sharp cry escaping your lips. Your hands scrambled to push yourself up, but the throbbing in your ankle made it difficult. You cursed under your breath, trying to stand, but just as you got to your feet, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked backward, pulled into a hidden doorway that opened in the wall. You screamed, your voice echoing down the hallway, but it was quickly muffled as the door shut behind you with a heavy thud. Darkness enveloped you, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you were dragged further inside.

You were thrown onto something soft, and with a startled gasp, you scrambled to get up, your hands pressing into what felt like a couch. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing to make sense of what had just happened.

And then you saw him.

He stood there, looming in the shadows, his dark wings partially unfurled, casting long, sinister shadows against the walls. His red eyes, locked onto you with that same dangerous intensity. He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately.

“You really thought you could run from me, little angel?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement, but there was an edge to it that made your skin tingle. “I told you… I like the chase.”

You backed up against the couch, your hands gripping the cushions as you tried to steady your breath, your pulse racing uncontrollably. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You were trapped in this room with him, and he knew it.

He smirked, taking another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You put up a good fight back there,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “But you can’t run from me. Not now.”

Your throat tightened, the air in the room thick with tension. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but your body felt frozen in place. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming.

You started backing up instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest as he stepped closer, his dark figure looming over you. The room felt smaller with every step he took, your breaths shallow and quick. You didn’t even realize you’d backed into something until the edge of the table pressed into your lower back. You glanced behind you and saw a fake plastic corpse laid out on the table, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

But before you could even process it, he was right in front of you. His sudden proximity made you squeak in surprise, your eyes wide as you whipped your head back toward him. He was so close, his body practically pressed against yours, and his arms were on either side of you, caging you against the table. There was no escape.

"Beautiful…" he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent, as his eyes swept over your face. His expression was intense, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, you could hardly breathe. You stared at him in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the unexpected compliment.

His eyes were softer now, though that dangerous glint still lingered just beneath the surface. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he looked at you like you were something precious—something he had chased all night and finally caught. His hand lifted, almost hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a surprising gentleness.

Your heart raced, not entirely out of fear anymore. His gaze was so intense, so focused on you, it made your skin tingle. His touch, though brief, sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "What… what are you doing?"

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Admiring you," he said simply, his voice soft yet filled with that same underlying intensity. "You’re captivating, little angel… even more so now that I’ve caught you."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Without warning, he scooped you up under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly onto the table, your gasp of shock echoing in the small, dimly lit room. You were suddenly eye-level with him, your heart racing faster than before as he stepped in between your legs, creating an intoxicatingly intimate space that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, drinking in your reaction. “So delicate,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hands began to roam over your body. His fingers trailed along the curve of your waist, brushing against your hips, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through you. You tried to crawl backward on the table, instinctively seeking some distance, but he caught you effortlessly, pulling you back to him with a teasing grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?” he flirted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker. His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable, caught in the web he had woven around you.

It would have been so easy to push him away, to tell him to stop, but something about the way he looked at you—the way his hands felt—made you hesitate. The alcohol coursing through your system muddied your thoughts, clouding your instincts. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite the fear that still lurked in the back of your mind, the undeniable thrill of his touch ignited something within you.

“Just let it happen,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. The way he spoke made it hard to remember why you should resist. He caressed your body with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers dancing along the edges of your costume, drawing little gasps from your lips.

Every nerve in your body was alive, thrumming with an intoxicating blend of fear and excitement. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he admired you, like he was a connoisseur appreciating a rare and beautiful piece of art. And in that moment, as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your neck, you felt a dangerous thrill run through you.

“Beautiful, captivating, and all mine,” he murmured, and despite the warning bells ringing in your head, a part of you couldn’t help but lean into him, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence.

He leaned in closer, his intentions clear, but just as his lips hovered near yours, you instinctively pulled back, your heart racing. The space between you crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but it was quickly replaced with a devilish grin that made your pulse quicken.

“Why so shy, little angel?” he purred, his voice smooth like honey, laced with a hint of mischief. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, caressing your waist and hips, as if he were trying to erase any hesitation you felt. “I promise I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but his proximity, his touch, and the way he spoke made it difficult to think clearly. It was as if he were weaving a spell around you, his words wrapping around your mind like silk. “You’re too beautiful to hide away,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Let me show you how much I appreciate this moment.”

It was almost enchanting, the way he sweet-talked you, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me,” he continued, his voice dipping lower, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just… a man who sees beauty and wants to savor it.”

With each word, it felt as though he were tempting you deeper into a dark abyss, whispering sins and secrets that made your heart race. The way he looked at you, with those smoldering red eyes, made you feel both desired and vulnerable. You knew you should be scared, should push him away, but the allure of his words was intoxicating, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Just one kiss,” he urged softly, leaning in once more, his lips almost brushing against yours. “Just let go for a moment. Let me show you how it feels to embrace the darkness.”

You felt a pull towards him, a dangerous temptation. The combination of fear and thrill churned in your stomach, and as he continued to caress you, whispering sweetly in your ear, the line between right and wrong blurred even further. He was like a devil in disguise, enticing you to give in to your desires, to forget the world outside and just be lost in this moment with him.

You found yourself looking at him, your mind clouded with confusion and exhilaration. His red eyes sparkled as he gauged your reaction, and in that moment, you felt utterly entranced.

Taking your silence as encouragement, he leaned in again, his lips brushing softly against yours. This time, there was no hesitation, no pullback. The kiss was gentle yet electric, igniting a fire deep within you. You gasped softly, allowing yourself to melt against him as the world around you faded away.

His kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like a mix of darkness and sweetness, a contradiction that left you craving more. Each movement felt like a dance of forbidden desires, and with every brush of his lips against yours, you felt yourself losing grip on reality.

As you kissed him back, the rush of adrenaline mingled with the thrill of desire, and you found yourself craving this closeness, this danger. His hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with an urgency that made your heart race even faster. You felt utterly consumed by him, a part of you surrendering to the wild rush of emotions.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Wasn’t that worth it?”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, caught in that captivating gaze. You didn’t know how to respond, your thoughts swirling in a delightful haze.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in the moment,” he continued, brushing his thumb along your jawline, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just let yourself be. Let go of the fear.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t a wise decision, that giving in could lead to trouble. But another part—the part ignited by the alcohol and his alluring presence—urged you to stay. You were drawn into his world, tempted by the darkness he offered, and you found yourself wanting more.

As he kissed you again, he took his time, his movements deliberate and enticing. You could feel his hands sliding slowly, his fingers deftly slipping your jacket off your shoulder, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of your skin. The cool air sent shivers across your bare arms, but his touch quickly warmed you, as he rubbed your arms with a gentle yet possessive caress.

You gasped softly into the kiss, your heart pounding as his hand trailed down your body, finding the edge of your white lace stockings. With a teasing precision, he began to slip one down, his fingers gliding along your thigh and calf, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The delicate fabric pooled at your ankle, and you could feel the heat of his hand as he explored your skin, his touch both intoxicating and electrifying.

Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer against him, your bodies flush with one another. You could feel the heat radiating from him, every contour of his form pressing into you, heightening your senses. He was skilled, his hands knowing exactly how to coax you into surrendering, and you could feel your resolve weakening with every caress.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured against your lips, his breath ghosting over you, causing a delightful shiver to ripple through your body. “It’s irresistible.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers danced along your thigh, tracing delicate patterns that made your heart race. His gaze locked onto yours, a fiery intensity in his eyes that made you feel as though he could see right through you, unearthing every desire you had buried deep down.

He pulled back just slightly, the heat of his gaze raking over you as he admired the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt into his. “You’re stunning, you know,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could lose myself in you, little angel.”

You felt a flush creeping up your cheeks, the blend of shyness and excitement stirring something wild within you. Every word he uttered seemed to wrap around you, holding you captive in this moment. You wanted to resist; you knew you should. But the thrill of the chase, the intoxicating mix of fear and allure, made it hard to think clearly.

“Just let go,” he whispered again, his fingers finding the hem of your dress, teasing the edge. “Let me take care of you.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself torn between desire and caution.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, flipping you over so your feet were back on the ground but your body was bent over the table, your heart racing with the unexpected shift. The fake corpse on the table loomed nearby, a bizarre reminder of where you were, but the adrenaline surged through your veins, heightening every sensation.

“Jay,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief as his hand slid up your thigh to your waist, anchoring you to him. “Remember my name, little angel. You’ll want to scream it later.”

Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, a tantalizing mix of playful and dangerous that sent shivers down your spine. You felt the heat radiating off his body as he pressed closer, and the sheer intensity of the moment made your heart race faster. He seemed to revel in the power he held over you, and part of you loved it.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his voice dripping with confidence. “Afraid of what might happen next?” His fingers danced over your waist, teasingly, just enough to make you squirm.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The rush of fear blended with desire, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your head spin.

Jay chuckled softly, leaning closer so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. “You’re not alone in that. But I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He slipped his hand further up your waist, his fingers brushing the lace of your dress, before he pulled your dress up, his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. His fingers, gentle yet firm, worked their way under the lace of your panties, and you couldn't help but moan softly as he whispered, "So wet already for me?"

The sudden exposure to the cool air sent shivers down your spine, making your skin tingle with goosebumps. Your most private part, now on full display, felt vulnerable yet incredibly desirable. Jay's fingers, now coated and wet, teased the delicate folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm, yes," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself more fully to his touch. The sensation of his fingers exploring your intimate depths was almost too much to bear, and you felt your body respond eagerly, welcoming his touch with each moan that escaped your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so open and ready for me," Jay murmured, his eyes locked on the exquisite sight before him. His fingers moved with a purposeful rhythm, stroking and caressing, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

As your moans grew louder, Jay's touch became more intense, his fingers plunging deeper, hitting all the right spots.

Jay's fingers, skilled and precise, continued their dance within your body, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink of bliss. Your moans, now more like desperate pleas, filled the room as you arched your back, offering yourself fully to his touch. The cold air on your exposed skin only heightened the intensity of his touch, making every stroke feel like an electric shock.

"You're so close, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me take you there."

His fingers moved with a hypnotic rhythm, stroking and caressing, teasing and taunting. Every inch of your intimate recesses was explored, each touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your muscles clenching around his fingers, eagerly welcoming each new sensation.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight, so warm."

As he spoke, his fingers picked up the pace, plunging deeper, hitting spots that made you buck your hips involuntarily. Your body trembled, on the cusp of another explosive release. You could feel the build-up, the pressure mounting, and with a final, desperate moan, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

Jay's fingers stilled, and he held you close, letting you ride out the aftershocks. Your breath came in gasps, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you caught your breath, Jay's fingers remained gently nestled within your warmth, a silent promise of more to come. Your heart, still pounding from the intense orgasm, began to slow, and a peaceful calm settled over you.

Jay, ever the gentleman, gave you the space you needed to gather yourself, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. He watched as you took slow, deep breaths, your chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then, with a subtle shift in his movements, you felt the subtle change in the air. He'd unzipped his pants, and a moment later, with a subtle push, his pants and boxers dropped just enough to reveal his thick, pulsating cock.

The sight took your breath away once more.

Jay's gaze met yours, a silent question in his eyes. He wanted to know if you were ready, if you wanted him, just as he wanted you. And in that moment, there was no doubt in your mind.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of his cock, feeling the hardness, the warmth. Then, with a bold move, you took him in your hand, squeezing gently, letting him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Jay's breath caught in his throat, and a low growl escaped his lips.

He was ready, more than ready.

The sensation of Jay slowly entering you was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the burn—it was intense, yet incredibly arousing. You could feel every inch of him, his thickness filling you, leaving no space untouched. Your body, so tight and willing, clenched around him, welcoming his presence.

As Jay whispered, "Being so good for me," his voice was filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. He understood the intensity of the moment, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain that you were experiencing. And in that instant, as his thick length was fully sheathed within you, you both groaned, your voices mingling in a symphony of desire.

Jay stood still, his body tense, his muscles quivering. He knew the power he held, the control he had over your body and your pleasure. And he wanted to savor this moment, to let you adjust to his size, to let your body embrace his.

"You can move," you breathed eventually, your voice soft yet filled with a hint of command. It was all the invitation Jay needed. With a deep growl, he pulled back, his thick cock sliding effortlessly out of you. The momentary emptiness sent shivers down your spine, only to be replaced by an even more intense sensation as he thrust back in, plunging deep, stretching you to your limits.

You gasped, your body arching backward as if in a silent plea for more. Your hands, frantically searching for something to grip, found no purchase on the smooth surface of the table. You were helpless, at Jay's mercy, and he knew it. With a tight grip on your hips, he pulled you towards him, claiming you as his own.

Jay's groans filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his voice hoarse with passion. "I've craved this, craved you, for so long." His words were a blur of lust and emotion, a declaration of his deepest desires. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, his voice trembling with intensity.

His thrusts became more frenzied, more urgent. Each stroke hit a different spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel his desire, his need, building with each movement. Jay was lost in the heat of the moment, his control slipping as his passion took over.

You, too, were lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The table dug into your belly as Jay's relentless pace had you trapped, unable to move. All you could do was surrender to the pleasure, let Jay take you to places you'd never been before.

The moment of intense pleasure was abruptly interrupted by the sound of familiar voices from beyond the wall. Jay, ever sensitive to the potential intrusion, stilled, his cock suspended inside you, as he heard the distinct sound of your friend, Rei.

"Noooo…" you slurred, frustration evident in your voice. You had been so close to the peak, so close to an unimaginable high, and now this unexpected interruption had robbed you of your moment.

"Shhh, my sweet angel," Jay whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He leaned over you, his body close, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his own desire. "Listen," he urged, his voice low and intense.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you strained to hear what Jay was listening to. Then, through the walls of the secret room, you heard the distinct voices of your friends. Rei's voice was clear, "Look, her shoe is here! That means she's close by." Your eyes widened at the realization that your friends were right outside, searching for you.

You remembered the heel you'd lost in your frantic escape, the one that now served as a telltale sign of your proximity. "Shit," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's hand covered your mouth. "Shhh," he whispered again. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You shook your head, your eyes wide in panic. You knew that if your friends heard, they'd know exactly where you were and what you were doing.

Jay's hand moved from your mouth to your hip, and with a low growl, he began to thrust again. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost torturous in its slowness, as if he were daring your friends to hear.

You bit your lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire, the sensation of Jay's cock filling you almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, and with each slow, deliberate thrust, you teetered closer to the edge.

And then, as if on cue, you heard Rei's voice again, closer this time. "She can't be far. Let`s keep searching."

Jay's thrusts became more intense, more purposeful, as if he were challenging you to keep quiet, daring you to hold back your moans. But with each powerful stroke, your body responded, your desire growing with every thrust.

You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed shut, as if that could muffle the sounds of your pleasure. The tears that blurred your vision were a mix of frustration, desire, and a hint of fear—fear that your friends would discover your secret, fear that this moment of intense passion would be interrupted.

Jay's breathing grew heavier, his grunts and groans a contrast to your silent pleas. He knew the effect he was having on you, and he wanted to push you further, to test your limits. His hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, then dipping lower, finding the spot that sent shivers down your spine.

With a low, groan he began to tease your clit, his touch light yet firm. Your body jerked, your hips pushing against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

You tried to hold back, to muffle your cries, but the pleasure was too much. Your moans escaped in broken whispers, your body arching towards him, begging for more. The wet sounds of your passion filled the room, a silent invitation for your friends to discover your secret.

Jay's eyes flashed with a mix of lust and triumph. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted, and he wasn't about to let up. His strokes became more frenzied, more urgent, each one bringing you closer to the edge.

Jay's thrusts quickened, his hand gripping your hip tighter. "Come for me, angel," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Let them hear you. Let them know what they're missing."

And then, with a loud, muffled shout, you came. The orgasm ripped through you, a powerful wave that left you breathless and weak. Your body convulsed, your back arching as you surrendered to the intense pleasure. Jay's hand covered your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips, muffling your cries as he bit down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

His groans mingled with your muffled shouts, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

Just as your body began to relax, to recover from the intense pleasure, Jay's strokes became deeper, more forceful. He drove into you, his cock throbbing within your tight channel, and with a deep, moan, he came. His hot seed filled you, a warm rush that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel it pulsing within you.

As Jay's thrusts slowed, his breathing heavy and ragged, you could feel his hand gently caressing your cheek.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jay withdrew from your body, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt the warm trail of his cum dripping down your thigh.

As you looked behind you, Jay ripped off a portion of his shirt, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Without a word, he began to wipe you down, his rough palms gently caressing your skin, cleaning the evidence of your love-making.

His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he carefully pulled your panties back up, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his presence close as he tended to you.

Once you were cleaned and dressed, Jay turned his attention to himself. With a quick movement, he tucked himself back in, pulling his boxers and pants up.

With a gentle smile, Jay extended his hand toward you. "Come," he said, his voice soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the playful danger he had exuded earlier. "Let’s get you out of here."

You hesitated for just a moment, then placed your hand in his. His touch was warm, reassuring, and you let him guide you through the winding halls of the haunted house.

Eventually, he led you to a discreet backdoor, away from the chaos and noise of the attraction.

As the cool night air hit your skin, you breathed in deeply, feeling grounded once more. Jay looked at you, his sharp features softened by the moonlight.

Before he could say anything, you acted on impulse. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Jay responded immediately, his arms slipping around your waist as he kissed you back with equal intensity, his lips warm and firm against yours.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool air, you noticed the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jay’s eyes glinted with amusement, and he touched your cheek gently, his thumb brushing your skin.

“That was… unexpected,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart still racing from the kiss. “I had to,” you whispered, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness.

Jay chuckled softly, his hand lingering on your cheek for just a moment longer before he stepped back. “I’m glad you did.”

There was a shared silence between you, comfortable and charged, but you both knew this was where the night ended. With one last smile, he nodded at you. “Take care, little angel.”

You smiled, feeling a strange warmth in your chest as you watched him turn and walk back in. With a deep breath, you took one last glance at the haunted house behind you, then made your way back to find your friends.

[hotluncheddie]

for the @steddie-spooktober day 6 prompt : haunted

rated : M | cw : mention of weed & alcohol | tags : high school Halloween party

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‘You like spooky shit, right Munson?’ Steve says, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and lighting a cigarette. He’s wearing a thrown together Indiana jones costume, with tight brown pants and his shirt unbuttoned criminally low.

Eddie had been to the Harrington house a couple of time now. Guy was on multiple sports teams and had ample space to host, and a big house full of teenagers was the perfect place for Eddie to sell.

Harrington would buy sometimes too, small talk about classes or what Eddie was drinking or whatever nothing subject he could come up with. Always acknowledged Eddie with a nod at the start of the night, which he did appreciate. He likes to at least feel a little welcome at these things, even though the host knows he’s only really there for one thing.

Get his cash and get out.

But Steve was alright, all things considered. Not too bad a guy even if some of his buddies were real meatheads. He usually slunk around Eddie after a couple beers, words a little loose, trying to get Eddie to talk about cars or movies, seemed to want to reach somewhere a little closer than dealer/client. It was sweet, in a way, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice the staring. Steve’s eyes staying on him as he cuts deals with others. Roaming his face as they talk. Dipping to his lips.

Eddie likes it. What can he say, jocks are a thing for him.

And truth be told, Eddie does in fact like spooky shit. And it is Halloween, so, he bites.

‘Sure Harrington, you gonna show me your old dead ma and kill me in the shower or are you more of a - we moved into the place and didn’t know it was haunted, and now the walls bleed sometimes, type of guy?’ Eddie rambles, packing up the last of his stuff so he can head out and join the horror movies and beer celebration at Jeff’s after.

But once he looks back at Steve, waiting for the guy to answer, all he’s met with is a smug sort of smirk, maybe a little fond.

Eddie swallows, not sure what to say, what to do with his hands.

‘Mom’s in Maine with my Dad. And while I could pull off the dress, I just don’t think the grey wig would suit me, you know?’ Steve sighs out a puff of smoke.

Eddie shoves his hands in his jacket. ‘Haunted house it is then.’

Steve slips away from the crowded kitchen, out the back door and into the cold autumn air.

He opens the old door to a pool house, stepping into the shadows and Eddie hesitates a moment before stepping in after him.

The door closes and Eddie doesn’t not jump. Steve stands beside it, leaning against the old wood. The room dark apart from the glow of the little frosted window.

‘Tommys convinced it’s haunted in here.’ Steve says, still fucking smoking.

Eddie steps towards him, taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling on it. ‘Yeah? Guess it is pretty spooky.’

‘Mmhmm’ Steve’s looking at him again. Eyes dipping down.

Eddie blows smoke in his face, Steve doesn’t flinch. Just jerks his head, motioning Eddie closer.

Eddie steps forward. Toes of his sneakers bumping Steve’s.

‘You scared Stevie?’ He asks, putting the cigarette out on the wall and letting it drop to the floor.

‘Nah. Don’t believe in ghosts.’ Steve whispers.

Eddie steps closer, their mouths slotting together. He sighs as a big hand comes up to his neck. His own finding purchase on Steve’s waist. He tastes like beer and candy and weed.

Eddie loves Halloween.

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[ficretus]

Bleiss origin story

*In Vacuo cafeteria*

Weiss: So, I will finally ask Jaune out.

Yang: Oof.

Weiss: What? I've planned out everything. Limo, flowers, restaurant...

Yang: That's not an issue.

Weiss: Issue? What's going on?

Blake: Weiss, how do I explain this to you...

Yang: Blondes can only be matched with dark haired partners.

Weiss: Is this some kind of joke?

Blake: I'm afraid Yang is right. You and Jaune don't compliment each other.

Weiss: Oh please, that's just a superstition.

Yang: Sorry Weiss Cream, but my family is basically that shit 1.1. Grandpa Xiao Long was blonde, married dark haired woman. Dad married both Mom and Bird Lady, both dark haired. And now, Blake and me. Ships don't lie.

Weiss: That all could have been a coincidence.

Blake: Seems I'm gonna have to call an expert. Oscar! Can you come over here.

Oscar: What's going on?

Blake: I wanna ask Oz something.

Yang: I guess you can say you are... Oz car.

Ozpin: What is it Miss Belladonna?

Blake: Is it true that blondes seek out dark haired people and vice versa?

Weiss: Oh come on, do you really want to bother Headmaster Ozpin with that?

Ozpin: It is true Miss Belladonna. There is some magic that draws them together. There is a recorded history of blonde Valean Kings marrying dark haired consorts and vice versa.

Oscar: Really?

Ozpin: Indeed. I suspect that might have been one of the reasons my marriage with Salem fell apart. You see, my first reincarnation no longer had dark hair. Sigh...

Yang: See, blond and dark hair, otherwise relationship won't work.

Oscar: *nervous laughter* I need to go. Need to buy some hair spray... for reasons. *runs away*

Weiss: That proves nothing. Royalty mostly married to preserve status, not out of love. And Ozma and Salem had million other issues, I doubt it all went wrong because of wrong hair color.

Blake: Fine, wanna live experiment?

Weiss: What kind of experiment?

Blake: *types on her scroll* I just sent pictures of all available Huntsmen and Huntresses to Sun. He'll mark them with either no, maybe or smash. Wanna bet he's gonna mark only dark haired ones with smash?

Weiss: Pfff, Sun is gonna mark half of people with sm.... *clears throat* There is no way you are gonna prove anything that way.

*five minutes later*

Blake: And results are in. *shows them to Weiss*

Weiss: No, no, no, no, no, they are all dark haired!

Yang: Hey look, he marked Raven, my uncle, girlfriend and sister with smash. Ha, ha. Sun! I wanna talk to you! *eyes turn red*

Blake: Do you see now Weiss?

Yang: Hey! Don't run away! I just wanna talk to you!

Weiss: But still. There are always exceptions to the rule. Besides, it's not like there is some dark haired woman that's gonna snatch Jaune.

*one story arc later*

Weiss: What the hell Jaune?! You are with... with... Cinder?!

Jaune: I was able to put my anger behind me. In the end, we found out we are more similar than we initially thought. As if there was something drawing us together.

Cinder: You know, I always pictured my Prince to be blonde.

Jaune: Really?

Cinder: It could only be you. *kisses Jaune*

Weiss: *laughs maniacally*

Blake: Weiss, are you alright?

Weiss: No more, no more. *laughs maniacally* There is no more Weiss. *puts on a wig* Only Bleiss.

[sunshine7queen]

The Halloween Party

Synopsis: Halloween has arrived where everybody can dress up as their favorite creature and characters. And today you struggled on thinking what costume to wear this year. With the help of your friends, you finally thought of one that will knock everyone out: to dress as the King of Curses himself. What will his reaction would be?

Pairing: Yuji/Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings: 18+, full nelson, smut, breeding kink, Sukuna calls her Mistress, rough sex, reader being a dom queen, creampie, soft Sukuna in the end, a bonus ending included!

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first time I've posted something like fanfic related but this idea has been stuck to my head in the holiday has started. I hope you all enjoy this ^v^ Also, sorry if the smut's not too perfect, it's been a while.

Today was Halloween, the one year where everyone celebrates the spooky holiday by dressing up in costumes and giving out candy.

Speaking of costumes, you were having trouble thinking what to dress as. And the reason is that because Gojo decided to plan out a Halloween party at Jujutsu Tech and of course, he even added a contest for the best Halloween costume.

Every year, you always come up with the scariest costumes that blow everyone away and even scare them too. So right now, you’re hanging out with Nobara and Maki at the mall in the search for costumes. Perhaps this will help you out for inspiration for your costume.

“Any luck?” Nobara asks you, wondering if anything sparks an idea in your head.

You looked around at the outfits, masks, and wigs but nothing catches your attention. You shake your head, “Nope.”

“Well, there has to be something for you.”

Maki then decides to pitch in to help you, “Have you ever thought about dressing as a vampire?”  

“I’ve already done that last year, don’t get me wrong, I love my vampire costume but I want to do something different.”

“Okay then, how about a witch?”

“No, I’ve done that too. And also, that’s what Nobara is dressing for the party.”

“It’s okay girl! We can both match but it’s your decision and I respect that.”

“Thanks Nobara.” You sigh; thinking what to dress as is making you feel exhausted and your friends took notice of this.

“Hey how about we take a break?” Maki suggests, “Let’s get something to eat and we can go look again before the party starts.”

“Sure. We can use a break, my head’s wiped out.” You laugh as they join in as you three make your way to the food court.

Taking a break was a good idea after all as you sip your favorite beverage. “Alright, we still have time but we can talk ideas here in the meantime.”

“Well,” You lean your head back, “I want my costume to be scary this year, something that will scare their pants off.”

Nobara hums as she thinks of an idea. “Something scary huh? I think it would have to be that’ll top off a werewolf, vampire, ghoul or zombie.”

“What could be frightening than them?” Maki asks.

She's got a point there; what could be more frighting and scarier than the classic monsters or legends?

It was at that moment when a smile crept on your face.

Nobara begins to chuckle, every time you make that look; an idea strikes in your head. “Oh! I recognize that look anywhere! What’s your big idea?”

You let out a dark chuckle through your lips, Nobara and Maki weren’t too sure if they should be scared or not by your behavior. Motioning your hands at them to lean closer, they scoot their seats next to you. “Listen, here. This is my idea…”

Whispering to them about your idea, the girls started to grin as you explain your costume idea. They have a feeling that this costume will definitely knock everyone’s socks out.

The three of you returned back to Jujutsu Tech, you told Nobara and Maki to get ready for their costumes so they can help you with yours. Five minutes later, Nobara and Maki came into your dorm. Nobara had on a cute witch outfit with a stuffed black cat in her right arm and holding a broom to her left. As for Maki, she’s a vampire with her hair down, slicking her front bangs back to make it more classic.

“Wow! You guys look amazing!” You gush over their costumes.

Nobara blushes at your compliment, “Aw thank you! Now, let’s get you ready for yours!”

“Let’s do it!” You cheered.

Hours later, it was finally finished. Nobara and Maki couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“So ladies, what do you think?” You curl your fingers, twirling them around your wig.

“Wow, I…” Nobara looks at you up and down. “I’m literally taken back right now. You look like a literal queen.”

“I usually don’t compliment that much, but you got my exception.” Maki smirks, showing her fake vampire fangs.

“Shall we get started?”

Meanwhile, outside of the courtyard, the entire place was decorated with lights in a form of pumpkins and ghosts, cutout paper of mini ghosts, a table filled with delicious food and sweet treats, and plenty of games to enjoy.

Everyone else is here, even the students of the Kyoto Sister school are here as well. Yuji is with his friend Megumi, along with Toge and Panda. Yuji decided to be Spiderman, he got his mask off right before the contest starts. Megumi didn’t want to dress up but was forced by Gojo who he eventually put him as a werewolf.

“I think you look great, Fushiguro!” Yuji gave him a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

Megumi’s brow twitches, he wasn’t enjoying this as much. “You know sensei had me wear this.” He crossed his arms.

“Yeah but, you gotta get into the spirit for this party. They’re already in the vibe of it.” He points at Toge and Panda. Apparently, Toge is dressed as Joker from Persona 5 for some reason but Panda told them that he got into it and wanted to try out.

For Panda, he wanted to go as a teddy bear but couldn’t find a suitable outfit in time, so instead he put a bear hat with ears along with a red ribbon tied around his neck.

“Hey, how’s everyone enjoying the party?” Gojo walks up to them, he’s dressed as Jack Frost with a blue hoodie with white linings to make them look like ice, brown pants and white shoes. He even brought a staff to match up.  

“I’m having a great time and you look fantastic, sensei!” Yuji replied.

Gojo smugly smirks as he chuckles, “I always look good in everything.”

“You look like a clown that’s what.” Gojo stares at the eye and mouth that appeared on Yuji’s cheek. Sukuna never understands the meaning of the holiday at all, he thinks that it’s lame to see everyone wearing abnormal outfits.

“At least I’m not stuck in a body as a vessel. Got anything to say to that?” He tilts his head as he still smirks. Sukuna grunts in frustration, but before he could make a comeback at Gojo, his mouth gapes with no words coming out.

“What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Gojo waited for a response but there was nothing but silence. “What’s the matter with him?”

Yuji was about to reply but he looks over his sensei’s shoulder as he got the same reaction as Sukuna.

“Yuji, you too?” Gojo turns around to see what was making his student to be baffled, and as soon as he turns his back around, he starts to chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned, so that’s why.”  

You enter the courtyard with your friends by your side. You got on a white kimono with a blue obi tied around your waist. Tattoos painted on your face to make it look like his, you even added the extra eyes as well. As for the finishing touch, you put a long pink wig you previously wore from one of your cosplays and red eye contacts to match the entire look.

Smirking at them, revealing your fangs. “Hello, brats.”

Everyone stares at you either in fear or in awe. You head towards Yuji, who’s blushing on how beautiful you look, even though you’re dressed as the guy who bullies him everyday, you really pulled it off.

You drag your press-on black nail, gently on his cheek where Sukuna is. “Shocked, my king? You look speechless.” Tracing his lips with your thumb; he felt shivers crawling up his back. His eye explore everywhere on your body, you got every single one of his markings correct.

You softly chuckled at his reaction, this is the one you were looking forward to. “Until then, see you later, tiger.” You kiss his lips as you let go. He quickly reverts back to his domain, leaving him a blushing mess.

“Are you all surprised?” They all nod their heads, never in their lives they would’ve seen you to be dressed as the King of Curses.

“Why yes, your Highness.” Gojo bows to you. Now he knows who will be the true winner of the contest. “And how about we leave these two lovebirds alone.” Gojo leads everyone so they can enjoy the rest of the evening while you and Yuji can have alone time.

“I was not expecting this at all.” He rubs the back of his head, giving you a closed eye smile.

“I bet and I’m taking a guess that he wasn’t expecting this either.” You nod your head right at the scar under his eye.

“Yeah, none of us did either. You look really gorgeous.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer, having your hands travel up to his chest.

You blush, “Thank you and I think you look really handsome, my hero.” You cup his cheek, leaning into his face, giving him a kiss as he kisses back.

And with that, you won the contest with your costume and as to celebrate this moment, you and Yuji dragged each other to your dorm where he’s sitting on a chair, holding your waist as you ride on his cock.

You made him remove his Spiderman suit, only showing off his firm muscles. You rode him as if your life depended on it. “Baby, I- I think he wants to be out now!” He stammers, continuing his thrusts in your drenched pussy.

You moan softly at his cock hitting every spot. “It’s okay, my love. You can let him out.” He shuts his eyes as tattoos begin to form on his body. And the scars under his eyes, have opened to reveal his ruby eyes.

“What inspired you to dress as me, darling?”

“Well, I had to think which costume to go as and what would be a better idea than to dress as one of the most feared being of the Heian Era?”

Sukuna couldn’t help but smile, he felt his heart beat through his tatted chest. “This is why I fallen in love with you.” He grabs the shoulders of your kimono, pulling it down slowly, revealing your bare breasts. “No bra? Were you waiting for little old me to see this?”

“And what if I did?” You press your breasts on his pecs. Both of you are feeling turned on right now with this sexual atmosphere. He wanted to claim you so badly to ram his cock and fill you with his seed, making you his forever.

“What are you waiting for?” You snap him out of his thoughts, dragging your nails down on his muscles. “Do you want to please your Mistress?” You nip his ear lobe then giving it a lick.

Whatever it is you’re doing, is really making him feral and having his cock inside you, throbbing erratically. Letting out a feral growl, he got up from his seat, holding you in his arms to have your legs wrap around his waist, pressed you against the wall as he gave you harsh thrusts. Moans escaped from your lips, hands gripping on his chiseled back. “Do you love this, Mistress?” He grits his teeth.

“Very much! Don’t stop pleasing your Queen!” The sounds of skin clapping and moans echoing across the dorm. He looks down where a white ring is coated around his cock, he throws his head back, grunting and stares at you again with hazy eyes. “Fuck! Me and our brat are enjoying seeing you in pleasure. Telling me how you look like a goddess and he’s right.” Sweat drips from his forehead to his muscles, glistening by the light of the moon. “I love you two so much.” You cry out, tears run down your face. “We both love you two.” Finally, you both reach to each other’s climax, as he seals your lips with his, drowning every moan and caressing your thighs.

He pulls you away from the wall, slowly removing his cock from your pussy, his cum leaks out as he pushes his seed back into you with his fingers. Sukuna carries you to your bed and pulls down the covers. He gently puts you down as he joins you. He wraps your waist with his arm, dragging his body to you.

“Are you hurt?” Sure he may be rough during sex but he does get carried away at times and doesn’t like seeing you in pain.

“Not at all.” You snuggle closer, staring him with loving eyes.

“You’ve made your Mistress very happy.”

“That I did, my Queen.” He purred.

You two kiss each other again as sleep took over your bodies, cuddling each other’s arms.

Bonus:

The day after, Yuji woke up with markings and bite marks on his body and sees you cuddling him in his arms. He then decides not to wake you up and enjoy the moment with his girl.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy the story! ^v^ Don't forget to comment, reblog and like! <3<3<3

[poptod]

Within You (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: You make prayer to the Gods to be one with your beloved.

Notes: hey lads its been a while. this story is, um, more like a moral-of-the-story than a fanfiction. its about obsession and very deep love (in a healthy way). i talk about it a little more in the notes of the Ao3 chapter. WC: 3.9k Ao3 Link

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You were staring again.

Most of your mornings were spent staring. You woke up much earlier than he did, after all, and rarely could find the ego to leave the bed without him. Thus you spent your mornings staring.

The sun had just barely risen over the eastern hills, and the winds, typically harsher in the day, were only a quiet brush against the reed shades on the windows. A warm glow began to fill the Prince's bedroom –– slow at first, and then a little brighter, till the sun shone directly through the window's angle, and boasted rays of light like blooming lotus petals unfurling downwards through the air. But this dappled light; the gently floating dust like pollen, the warmly-coloured walls and their painted decorations, were only a backdrop to the beauty of the Prince before you. Ahkmen dozed peacefully in the warm morning, resting on his stomach with his long eyelashes still darkened from yesterday's kohl. 

You reached up slowly, wary of disturbing him, and carefully brushed his hair away from his face. A few loose strands entangled in your fingers and easily came away from him; those you placed in your own hair, like a medallion of the Prince's love. A part of him within you.

It was something you longed for desperately. You loved the sensation of being close to him, your chest pressed against his, hands roaming all across in a plea for more and more of one another. You loved even more the feeling of him being inside you –– always pleasant and warm, and about as intimate as one could get with another. But still something seemed to lack; something was not whole. You were not whole. You wanted to crawl into his mouth and sleep in his heart. You wanted to reside within him.

His eyes fluttered open –– a pale colour made vibrant by the dark ochre and golden skin of his freckled face, framed by his smudged black eyeliner.

He smiled.

"Good morning, merwty," he said, and stretched, raising his arms high above his head, showcasing his ribs and slim waist.

"Good morning," you said with a soft chuckle. "How did you sleep?"

"Alright," he mumbled.

He reached over, and pulled you into him. You gladly acquiesced, and wrapped your arms around him.

"You do know I have to go soon," you said, your voice muffled against his breast. "I may not attend the morning worship but, I do have to clean up after some of it."

"Yes, I know," he said with a sigh, and held you tighter. "Just for another minute, my lotus."

You giggled, breathing in his scent, which only melted you into his hold.

Eventually you had to tear yourself from him –– just as you did every day –– and prepare yourself to go to the temple. Being a low-level priest, you had more freedom and less responsibilities than the High Priest in Memphis, but still had a standard level of cleanliness to adhere to. Most of that cleaning of your body was done on the temple grounds, with water purified from the Nile. For now, you wrapped yourself in white linens, and searched for the wig that you had, last night, tossed somewhere in the room. Ahkmen simultaneously searched for his own wig, and in the process found yours. You found the Prince's wig in the corner.

You set it on your head, and brought it over to him that way.

"What do you think?" You asked, twirling around. His wig was much shorter than yours, with the ends capped in gold, and all braided in fine, thin strands.

"I think you are beautiful," he said, grinning. "Maybe you should wear it for today."

"Really? And what would you wear? Your bare hair?" You laughed.

He laughed with you, and rested his hands on your hips.

"By Gods, no. I have other wigs, you know. This one," he played with the strands now on your head, "is just my favourite. But maybe I will wear your hair today."

"Mine?" You asked, laughing.

He bent down and picked your wig up from the floor, and quickly settled it atop his head. The thick braids were all a mess from being tossed about, but nothing could diminish the brightly glowing grin shining from his face, although his eyes were obscured by the out-of-place hair. You laughed and brushed it away, settling everything in its proper place.

"Well... it's not horrible," you said.

"You think so?" He asked softly, reaching up to fondle the braids.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, and suddenly he was reaching for his hand-mirror, upon which the image of the Goddess Hathor was carved into the handle. Holding it up, he began to move the hair the way he liked it, and smiled at himself. With a small turn of the mirror's angle in his hand, he caught you in the mirror's reflection. His smile grew, and emulated a deep warmth.

"Beautiful," he said softly, his smile coy as it was sweet.

"You want to wear it?" You asked.

"I think so. A piece of you with me. It smells like your oils," he said, "and the incense from the temple."

"Let me fix it for you, then," you said.

He sat down upon the floor, on the reed matting that ran the length from the doorway to the window, and you sat behind him on a three-pronged stool. All the while as you worked he held the shining mirror, watching you in the reflection. Contented, soft eyes followed yours, till at the door of the palace you parted for the day, both waiting eagerly for when you would meet again.

Today Ra seemed to shine especially bright and warm, though the effect might've been caused by your shorter-than-usual hair. Until you arrived at the temple you received no stranger looks. Upon entering the enclosure walls of Hwt-Ka-Ptah, a few people stared, and by the time you reached the sacred lake the higher priests were staring at you. They had just finished their morning ritual, and were now cleaning themselves of the ash and oils burned and smeared across the image of Ptah, the God to whom the entirety of the complex was devoted to. 

"Have you gotten a new wig?" Seshemnefer asked as he stepped out of the lake, his skin already beginning to dry in the sun and breeze.

"Sort of," you said.

Seshemnefer was a chanter of Ptah, accompanying the higher Priests in many of the daily ceremonies. Essentially all of the priests in the complex ranked above you –– including Seshemnefer –– but it was not something you minded. Whilst most priests were, in their time of work, confined to the walls of Hwt-Ka-Ptah, you were allowed free roam, which gave you evenings to spend with Ahkmen. You surmised that if it were not the Prince calling upon you, you too would be set to live in the temple grounds. Still, your ranking made you replaceable, and thus the call of the Prince was given more importance than your duties in the temple. 

"Well," he ran a cloth over his bare head, "it looks nice. Although a little..." he pursed his lips, "... unlike you. Anyway, you better hurry up. The halls need cleaning."

"Of course, of course. Thank you," you said, and hurried down into the waters to cleanse yourself.

Throughout the day you worked dutifully, but just as with every other day your mind always remained on Ahkmen. Thoughts of the Gods would be more proper; love for Them, adoration for Their qualities, and gratefulness for Their gifts and mercies. Your work was good enough, you supposed –– cleaning the floors, dusting the sand away, and doing whatever the higher-ups called on you to do. Ahkmen was your gift from the Gods, this you knew, and so perhaps appreciation for him would do just as good as gratitude directly to the Gods Themselves.

But in the evening, a rare chance presented itself to you. The inner shrine of the temple was off limits to all but the highest of priests, the Hem-Netjer-Tepi –– the first servant of God. The common people spoke their prayers outside the temple, or conversely paid priests to pray to the Gods directly for them. Your work kept you in the temple late into the night, and the Prince had yet to call upon you; thus the higher priests continued to use your labour wherever needed. The last ceremony of worship was performed. The chanting ceased, and the fires inside the inner shrine were put out. Although the incense was taken away, its thick scent and smoke remained, spilling out from beneath the cracks in the large doors blocking the inner shrine from watching eyes. The priests had not tied the binding rope tight enough, and now it fell loose.

You could, of course, go get the Hem-Netjer-Tepi and ask him to tie it back up, or even tie it up yourself. For some reason, however, you hesitated. You stared at the dark slit in the open doorway, and heard a silent beckoning.

You were unclean. Sweat on your skin, dust clinging to you from your dirty work. But there was something you desired more than anything, and now you had a chance to ask the Gods directly; to postulate yourself, and in your own words ask for something you would never admit to yearning for to anyone else. Before you fully realized it, you had dropped your supplies, and your hand was raised towards the parted doorway.

You whipped around, checked your surroundings, and slipped inside.

Without the sacred flame the priests carried inside the chamber, the inner shrine was pitch black, with the only light source being the slit in the doorway, illuminating a thin beam of light across the edge of the God's naos shrine. With wide eyes not yet accustomed to the dark, you fell to your knees and pressed your forehead to the ground. You had yet to even see the image of Ptah, but His presence was overwhelming, and your body began to shake.

"Oh Great God Ptah," you began, nearly whimpering the words into the dust at His feet, "oh He who listens to prayers, please grant me this desire. O Ptah, south of His wall, Who lifts the Heavens with His hands, let me be one with my beloved. Let us not be apart, let us experience the oneness of being complete. Let me return and be his heart once more. O Ptah, I ask this out of pure longing and love. I ask forgiveness for entering Your sacred shrine. I ask for Your mercy. Ptah, Lord of the Life of the Two Lands –– praises and adorations upon Your name."

You continued, rambling in both anxiety and ecstasy, as your closed eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Praises and adorations again and again; and the repetition of your one request. When you raised your head, your eyes had fully adjusted, and you caught sight of Ptah looking down upon you, His eyes wide and vibrant against His golden skin.

You fled the shrine room.

Barely within your mind, you put away your cleaning tools, and hurried back to the residence of the Pharaoh.

Ahkmen was nearly asleep by the time you returned. The oil lamp at his bedside was ready to flicker into oblivion, and the wind had settled for the night. His breath was quiet. The door creaked as you closed it, and the sound roused him gently from his passing.

"Good evening," he mumbled, and rolled over from his stomach to his back.

You quickly pulled the wig off your head, and crawled onto his bedframe.

"Hello, merwty," you murmured, moving quick and careful to caress his head.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"They asked me to clean up after the evening ritual," you said, which was not a lie. 

"I see," he said. "Are you tired?"

"Um..." adrenaline had kept you going since you left the shrine. But now that you were in the warm light of Ahkmen's room, it seeped away into exhaustion. "I.. am, yes."

"I'm sorry we didn't get much time tonight," he said, and some of the words slurred together.

"You will have to tell me about your day tomorrow morning," you said as you settled down into his arms.

"Oh yes," he murmured, nuzzling you.

It took only a few long breaths before you both fell asleep.

In the morning, you felt no body next to yours. The strange and unfamiliar sensation jolted you awake.

"Merwty?"

Ahkmen spoke in a panicked voice. At once the realization came to you, and you remembered the previous night. Your prayer to your Maker.

"Merwty, did you really do that?" Ahkmen asked, his breath still moving quick through his chest.

"I... I did," you said. 

The words formed on Ahkmen's tongue, and passed through his lips. Your lips. Each of his movements was now yours –– each of his memories now yours to recall, just as your memories were his.

You both, simultaneously thinking the same thing, scrambled out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Crashing down onto the floor on your knees, you grabbed the mirror and held it up to your face, your knuckles white and frigid. It was a question of appearance; had you taken on Ahkmen's characteristics, or had he taken on yours? Was your shared face now an amalgamation of your features?

To your consolation, your shared face was Ahkmen's face. There was no worry about hurrying out of the palace, lest someone mistake your shared body for an imposter in the room of the Prince.

You let out a shared sigh of relief.

"It's kind of hard to believe," Ahkmen said, touching your face, "that your wish was granted."

"A little," you agreed, "but I know that if the Gods gave me you, then I must be in Their favour."

He chuckled, and though your shared eyes closed, you revelled in his smiling expression in the mirror when he opened them.

"You are sweet. But this will take some getting used to. I think... we should be able to communicate without speaking aloud, right?" He said, still speaking to you through the mirror.

"I think so," you said. 

In the meantime, you grew increasingly interested in moving Ahkmen's face. You stuck your tongue out, pursed your lips, moved your eyebrows about, and finally opened your mouth wide and let your tongue roll out.

Ahkmen shut his mouth immediately, and dropped the mirror. Your face became very, very warm.

"Stop that," he laughed, digging his nails into his palm.

You unclenched the hand.

"You stop that, that hurts," you said, looking down at the red crescents stamped onto your palm.

"I'm sorry, merwty," he said softly, and kissed his palm.

You giggled.

"Let's get ready, yes?" You said.

"Of course. The day will not wait for our play. We shall return to it in the night," he said.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and squeezed tightly, humming in deep satisfaction. To be one with Ahkmen fulfilled all pleasurable desires, and at last satiated the deep sense of longing and separation within you.

You went off to bathe and were assisted by ladies who brought oils of every fine scent. The day was already beginning to grow hot, and thus the cool water was a great relief to step into. With each movement you were filled with enjoyment –– the grace of Ahkmen's feet upon the floor, his slim legs, the gentleness of his lean arms swaying to and fro as the two of you seemed to dance within your body. The ladies watched with wide and curious eyes, and seemed surprised when you turned down their offer to wash your hair and skin. Instead, you did it yourself, lavishing one another in the scent of rose and the luxurious feel of smooth oil dripping down your humid skin.

I adore you, I adore you, played over and over like a mantra, one after another being spoken in each other's voices within your head. Washing yourself was a slow and delicate process that you both relished in, running your hands over your shoulders, thighs, and waist, and pressing your lips against your shoulder in quiet, unassuming kisses.

By the time you were finished, you were already late to meet Ahkmen's father. But you insisted and took the time to get dressed in fine garments of white linen and golden jewels, lavishing yourself and admiring how your tanned skin contrasted and complimented the colours.

"Come now," Ahkmen said to you within your mind, "I do not want my father to be cross with us."

"Very well," you grumbled. "I wish you could carry a mirror around all day, so I could always see your beautiful face."

"You already wished to be one with me," Ahk said, and you left the room, headed towards the court. "I am not sure the Gods would be so merciful to change societal structure to allow us to hold a mirror all day."

You laughed, but managed to hold it inside –– only a smile showed itself, earning you some odd looks from the people you passed in the halls.

The two of you moved through the day with relative ease given your new living arrangements, all the while fawning over yourself in both directions. In times of required silence, you fondled your hands either in front of you or behind your back, running your fingers over your knuckles adoringly, and making subtle kisses with your lips each time one finger tapped another finger, distracted from any outside occurrences. People would, now and again, give you strange looks. From those ranking below you, they were often more curious and befuddled than anything; from those higher-ranking, they were punishing glares, and were a weak attempt to shame you into not loving one another. But you just smiled coyly, like a cat with slim, mischievous eyes, and continued to touch your hands behind your back.

Not being able to see Ahkmen slowly dug at you. Each twist of your shared expression, from the little smirks to the soft blinking of his lashes, was now hidden by virtue of your eye's angle. This little discomfort and dissatisfaction was not the only thing to bother you, either –– there was none of the pleasure of placing your arm around his waist and pulling him in, none of the sensation of feeling his body heat next to yours. You could no longer feel his lips on yours, nor easily stare into his eyes as he stroked your cheek.

All of these things you pushed aside. You were lucky to be able to speak with him and spend the day with him at all; after all, usually you were apart for near the whole day, separated by your duties. 

As the sun set behind the white walls of the palace, you awaited eagerly your dismissal from royal duties. When the moment finally came, the two of you practically bounded back to your room, laughing to yourself as your gold and white tresses billowed behind you. You dismissed all servants from the area, and fell onto your bed behind closed doors. Slowly your eyes shut, and deep breaths replaced the giddiness, allowing a sense of tiredness to settle deep into your body.

"Oh, to be united as one," you said, running your hand over your stomach and feeling the dips and ripples of fat and muscle. 

"Merwty, I miss your face," Ahkmen sighed.

"I miss your face, too," you said softly. "But more than that..."

As you lay there, you could easily imagine Ahkmen's body resting on the bed –– an image called back from your memories of many evenings. In those moments, your beloved lying exhausted on his bed, you would often bring him water or fruits if he desired them. You massaged his feet and legs, caressed his body, braided his hair, and took great joy in any service towards him. Even washing fruit for him to eat felt holy.

"I love being a part of you," you mumbled, "but I miss being of service to you. Like, bringing you pleasure. Now if I want to feed you dates, I have to just feed them to myself. That's no fun."

"You enjoy feeding me dates that much?" He asked amusedly.

"It's not just the dates, it's the principle of the thing," you grumbled, feeling delight and humour bubble in your chest.

Ahkmen laughed, brushing his hands through your hair.

"What does it mean, then?"

You paused and thought. Suddenly, a white light filled you –– a deep understanding of the nature of the soul. 

Ahkmen, privy to your thoughts, understood as well.

You knew what you needed to do.

"Really?" He said.

"Really," you said.

That night, you snuck out of the palace and over the white enclosure walls of the temple, and in secrecy opened the door bolt to the inner shrine. Even being a Prince you were not allowed in this sacred room; it was an honour and duty reserved only for the High Priest. Thus you continuously looked over your shoulder till you closed the shrine door behind you, enveloping yourself in the darkness.

Each breath seemed to echo in the tall space. But with no sense of coordination and no sight to aid, you took only a few, stumbling steps forward before falling once more to your knees. Forehead to the floor you began muttering again, prayers, adorations, and your plea.

"O Great God Ptah, O He Who listens to prayers, forgive me for what I asked of You, thank You for Your mercy in bestowing understanding. I am sorry for doubting Your will in separating us as different beings. I see now it is pleasure to serve personally, another whom you love. Please, may Your mercy extend to us –– may we be of service to one another once more, and continue to serve You, O Beautiful of Face."

With hands clasped in front of your chest you raised yourself, and slowly, shaking, met the eye of the God.

His eyes, strikingly pale and wide, were staring down at you.

You fled the shrine room.

A certain anxiousness kept you in an uneasy sleep for several hours. Neither of you were sure if Ptah would listen; if His mercy would extend to fix your hubris. You had been taught by the priests that the mercy of not being punished for your sins was the same mercy that Gods showed when They did not answer your prayers immediately. Extensions of the same kindness. Humans were blind and could not see the whole map –– where one seemingly good wish led was just as dark and unknowable as any ill-tempered desire, as the effects of human choice could not be seen on the linear timeline that the living experienced. If Ptah was not so merciful to save you from yourself, then He would likely not want to use the energy to switch you back at your behest. Yet it could also be seen as a mercy that Ptah listened to you in the first place; that He afforded you the opportunity to learn and enlighten yourself. You could not tell which circumstance this one was.

These thoughts churned, salted by an anxious sickness, until you eventually fell asleep in the very early morning.

By the time the sun had fully risen over the mountains, you were stirring awake, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Your head rolled to the side, and beside you lay the sleeping body of Ahkmen. You sighed a breath of relief. 

A few minutes later Ahk stirred, and you moved, shifting to pet his face and slowly wake him.

"Good morning, merwty," you said with a smile.

He smiled up at you, and brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"Good morning, my love."

[waitineedaname]

POV for the no excuses writing meme, please 👀 (i love this game so much!)

a bit of context: this is for my lesbingqiu wip inspired by that "can yuo put that out on me" tweet! the wip is from binghe's pov, so here's shen yuan instead. she strikes me as the kind of person to think being thirty makes her old (it does not lol)

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Shen Yuan wasn't sure why Shang Qinghua had insisted on dragging her out drinking if she was just going to abandon her at the first sight of her situationship across the bar. She didn't care if Shang Qinghua insisted she needed to go out more! She had work to do! Never mind that her "work" these days mostly amounted to opening her dissertation document, glaring at it for an hour, and then closing it again. She was simply getting too old to go out drinking. She was thirty now; she might as well join a knitting circle if Qinghua was that worried about her social life.

She continued grumbling to herself as she lit her cigarette. It was much quieter outside the bar, though she could still feel the music thumping through the wall behind her. She would give Shang Qinghua another five or ten minutes to prove she hadn't completely forgotten about her, just long enough to take a smoke break, and then she'd leave. She could go home, change into her pyjamas, and spend the evening working through her reading list like she'd originally intended.

Her plans were interrupted by a sudden spike in the bar's volume as someone opened the door and stumbled out into the alley beside her. Shen Yuan nearly dropped her cigarette as she was suddenly confronted by the most absurdly beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

She wondered deliriously for a moment whether there had been a modelling event that she didn't know about, because there was no other explanation for a woman this gorgeous being loose in the wild. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and she had the kind of artful curls that Shen Yuan thought only existed in professionally styled wigs. Her bone structure was fine, and her skin was perfect. Seriously, was Shen Yuan hallucinating?!

The woman was also, Shen Yuan realized, extremely drunk. She stumbled over her high heels, reaching out to support herself on the wall with a groan. Shen Yuan's hands itched to reach out and support her, but she resisted the impulse.

"Are you alright?" she asked instead. The woman looked up, startled, eyes wide as if she hadn't realized Shen Yuan was there. Absolutely no way those eyelashes were real. They had to be falsies.

The woman made a slightly incoherent noise, and Shen Yuan frowned. How drunk was she? She then abruptly stood up straighter, though she was clearly still supporting herself on the wall.

"I'm fine," she said, surprising Shen Yuan with a low, smooth voice like honey. "I just needed some fresh air."

Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. Poor thing. "Drink a little too much?"

The other woman's lips pursed in a pout. "My friend ordered shots," she explained.

And then just let her wander off?! Shen Yuan would like a word with this friend of hers. "You should be careful with those," she cautioned. "They can get you drunk very fast."

The woman nodded with the earnestness of an eager student. "Jiejie is very wise."

Oh, she was far too cute. Is this what people were referring to when they talked about blessed interactions between drunk girls at a bar? Never mind that Shen Yuan was hardly buzzed herself. She wanted to pat this girl's head and give her more wisdom, even if this wasn't really her area of expertise.

"Would jiejie keep me company while I sober up?" asked the other woman, her speech slightly slurred and her dark eyes pleading. As if Shen Yuan could say no to eyes like that!

"Of course." Shen Yuan nodded. It was her responsibility, after all! A code of sisterhood, to look out for drunk girls! "What's your name?"

"Luo Binghe." She found a more comfortable position leaning against the wall, resulting in her curls spilling over her chest. Shen Yuan foolishly tracked the motion, then forced her eyes back up to Luo Binghe's face. Aiyah! That dress really left very little to the imagination! Wasn't she cold?! Should Shen Yuan offer her jacket? "What should I call jiejie?"

"Shen Yuan." She lifted her cigarette to her lips and took another drag in the hopes that it would make Luo Binghe's appearance less distracting. Luo Binghe was staring at her with an intensity that made her want to squirm. "Are you here for some special occasion?"

Luo Binghe just continued to stare at her for a while. Poor thing, she really must be drunk. Shen Yuan knew how slowly she processed things when she was drunk. She could be patient with the girl. "My friends wanted to celebrate me starting graduate school," Luo Binghe eventually explained. Her pretty features pulled in a slight frown. "I think it's just an excuse for them to get drunk."

Shen Yuan chuckled at the petulance on Luo Binghe's face. "Maybe, but that’s a worthy thing to celebrate. Congratulations on starting grad school."

"Thank you, Shen-jie." Luo Binghe's expression softened into a smile again, still laser-focused on Shen Yuan's face.

Shen Yuan took a moment to look Luo Binghe over again. Grad school, huh? Shen Yuan struggled to believe that, but she couldn't see why Luo Binghe would lie. It's just, Shen Yuan was in graduate school, and she felt horribly outclassed by the girl in front of her. With looks like hers, she could easily become an idol or something! She didn't deserve to waste away in academia like Shen Yuan, though she admired Luo Binghe's academic drive. And so young, too...

"You seem awfully young for grad school," Shen Yuan said. It could be that she just took good care of herself, but she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd said she was still an undergrad. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five," Luo Binghe said.

"Twenty-five," Shen Yuan repeated. Twenty-five! And she was here, talking to thirty year old Shen Yuan outside a bar. Shen Yuan's earlier impression was right; this really was not the scene for her. "I think I’m officially too old for this bar. People will think I’m a creep if I keep coming around here." She took another drag from her cigarette, feeling morose over her age. "When I graduated high school, you would’ve been thirteen. Isn’t that weird?"

It had seemed like Luo Binghe was sobering up, but she suddenly wobbled on her heels. She was staring intensely at the cigarette in Shen Yuan's hand. "Can you put that out on me?" she slurred.

Shen Yuan's heart rate spiked. Ah! How could she be so oblivious? What kind of helpful jiejie was she if she was blowing smoke in Luo Binghe's direction?! "Oh! I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay to smoke near you. I’ll put it out." She quickly ground it out on the wall. Luo Binghe made a pitiful noise of complaint, but that's okay, Shen Yuan had this handled now! No more smoke when Luo Binghe had specifically wanted to get fresh air!

"I know it’s a bad habit," Shen Yuan attempted to make an excuse for herself, her fingers itching with nervous energy. "It gives me something to do with my mouth and hands. I guess I should get a fidget cube or something less bad for me, but…" She trailed off with an awkward laugh.

Luo Binghe's eyes were still wide and slightly wet, fixated on her hands. Poor thing, the smoke must've made her eyes water. She opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by the door to the bar opening with a slam.

"Bing-jie!" A girl burst out of the bar, covered in jangling jewellery and not much in the way of actual clothing. She latched onto Luo Binghe's arm, speaking way too loudly to be sober. "You left your Ling-er all alone in the bar!"

Luo Binghe's expression immediately soured, but based on the way she didn't shove the other girl away, it was clear she knew her. Ah, Shen Yuan realized. This must be the friend who'd ordered the shots. Well, she'd just been planning to keep an eye on Luo Binghe until she sobered up or a friend joined her, and here was the friend. Her company was no longer needed here.

"I should probably get going," Shen Yuan said, giving Luo Binghe a soft smile. She had been scowling at her friend, but when she looked back up at Shen Yuan, her eyes were wide and puppyish again. "Get home safe, okay?"

Luo Binghe nodded, once again reminding her of an earnest student. "I will, Shen-jie."

Shen Yuan waved and left the alleyway. She sighed and pulled out her phone to call a cab. Shang Qinghua could find her own way home. Serves her right.

Still, the night wasn't a complete wash. Even as she made her way home, her thoughts drifted back to Luo Binghe. Did she get home alright? Was she drinking enough water? Would she be too hungover in the morning? A girl that pretty and that drunk could be a real target for unsavory people. Shen Yuan didn't doubt that she could handle herself -- those arms of hers were impressive -- but she couldn't help but worry.

Ah, well. Worrying wouldn't do her any good. It's not like they'd ever see each other again.

She put thoughts of Luo Binghe aside and decided to put her energy towards preparing orientation for her department's incoming graduate students.

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?”

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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[dirtybitfic]

HALLOWSEVE

matt sturniolo fanfiction

contains ~ mask kink, party, drinking, smoking,running (you'll see what I mean), choking , slapping, (Nick names like ma baby slut and sir)SMUTTTTT

y/n pov~

I was getting ready to go to this party in a graveyard tonight.

you may be thinking why the actual fuck is someone throwing a party in a graveyard. Buuuuut that's a very normal in the small town I live in . Everybody's parents are either always home or they'll snitch if someone has a party without their parents knowing so we have all our partys in the graveyard.

the grave yard is on the west side of town which is the more rugged part most of the super hot bad boys with tattoos like on that side of town. my side of town is the more "proper" side . My parents expect me to get a's and b's always have a clean room and never do anything that will look bad and bring shame to their name.

I HATE MY FUCKING PARENTS like im just a girl who wants to go out have fun and make bad decisions from time to time so when hallows eve rolls around I get EXTRA fucking excited for the weekend.

This year im dressing chuckys bride Tiffani. I think the movies are a good laugh and I just love the makeup for it so it was an easy choice.

This is the entire outfit .

I had already put my dress on and decided to do some fake blood to spice up the look for some reason I feel really hot covered in blood.

I based my makeup on this look but just kept my normal eyebrows and drew them in black and shaped them a little thinner. I decided it was time to get my wig on.

My best friend Lena just got here so I went down to let her in and damn she looks so hot .

HEY BIIITCH

HEYYY YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT

YOU TOO ALL COVERED IN BLOOD AND SHIT

YOU DONT THINK ITS TOO MUCH

NO GIRL IT MAKES YOUR LOOK 10 TIMES HOTTER

OKAY GOOD LET ME GET MY STOCKINGS AND BOOTS ON THEN WE CAN START WALKING TO THE PART OKAY.

alright I'll wait in the living room.

okay ill just be a second

I went and threw on my stocking and boots and grabbed my pen and put it in my pocket in my jacket along with my phone.

Okay lets get going

we started walking and surprisingly the boots are easy and confortahbe to walk in so far . the walk is about 20 minutes.

we would drive but lena totaled her car last moth and since my parents are always gone on business trips they told me they didn't feel like buying me a car said it waisted their money. sooo yeah I don't have a car due to my parents greed. lovely right .

girl I can't wait to see the westside guys tonight.

same bitch same I need to see some men who actually have a personality and are hot all the guys on our side of town are boring

no for real they are bland and can't fuck for shit

I just know half these west side boys are crazy in bed

I bet they are dominant too

oooh bitch and if I see a man in a mask im jumping on his plain and simple

realest shit I've heard in weeks and trust girl if I see a man covered in tattoos with lights eyes and light hair he's mine plain and simple

you know I've always wanted to be fucked in a grave yard and chase through one and oh my god imagine a man dragging you into the crypts fuck that would be the best night of my life

fuckkk bitch that actually sounds like the actual hottest thing ever.

RIGHT LIKE DRAG ME DOWN THOSE STAIRS IN THE DARK AS I KICK AND SCREAM IN FEAR AS YOU DRAG ME BY MY HAIR AND THROW ME ON THE GROUND AS FUCK ME LIKE A SLUTTTT

damn girl you really need some dick tonight cause wow that was a lot

buuuuut I agree

hahah yeahhh that's if I can find a man worth my time you know im picky

yeah I know but hey I have a feeling this hallows eve is gonna be a good one

I fucking hope so

we start to get closer to the graveyard and start to hear faint music as we got closer

we got to the gates and saw a shit tone of people in the further back of the yard drinking and dancing the music was a lot louder now as we walked through the gates and over around the people who were dancing.

I pulled out my pen and took a couple hits handing it to lena to take a couple hits.

hey y/n I hear behind me I turn around to see its a guy from my chemistry class I don't remember his name and honestly I don't care to try .

umm hi

you look really hot I almost didn't recognize you

oh yeah what gave it away

your ass I could spot it from a mile away

oh how nice well if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go get a drink

oh um yeah okay we'll see you in class monday

mmhm yeah bye

I hate men like what the fuck you could have said my eyes or my hands or anything else but my fucking ass but noooo

I was walking over to the coolers the I spotted a tall man holding a ghost face mask in his hand talking to some other super hot guys .

they looked a bit older maybe early 20s but fuck me the one holding the mask is so hot i'm drooling . I bent over to grab a drink and he turned around looking at something deeper in the woods I followed his direction and saw a crypt slowly peep out of the shadows.

it looked so ominous and creepy which excited me but I looked back at him to find him starting at me .

I took a deep breathe as we made deep eye contact he started smirking at me and then made his way over to me I just stood here maintaining eye contact as a small smile crept onto my face.

I know I said I was picky but fuck the man is everything I want and more he's tall, blue eyes dark hair , a sexy ass smirk, and is covered in tattoos. He has a lure to him and im determined to find out what it is .

as he stands infant of me I have to look up to meet his gaze .

god his face looks like it was carved from the gods his jaw is so sharp and his cheekbones are so sculpted along with his very dead boy eye that drive me up a wall.

what's your name beautiful

I almost folded right then and there his voice is deep and demanding it send sock waves straight to my pussy.

y/n

it nice to meet you y/n

its nice to meet you too uuuh

matt

Matt its nice to meet you

so you in high school y/n

yep im a senior

nice nice so your like what 18

im a actually 19 I uh failed first grade

hmmm interesting

why is that interesting

it thought girls like you never failed anything so poised and perfect all the time

yeah well I guess it'll come as a shock to you im far from perfect and poised

oh really he says with a smirk

yep sure is

okay then what's the craziest thing you've done

I broke into my ex boyfriends house and smashed his car to pieces when I found out he was cheating on me

damn fiesty, I like that

yeah he messed with the wrong fucking bitch. most people think im little miss perfect when im actually just a psychotic mess

a very sexy psychotic mess

oh really

yeah princess this might come a shock but I don't normally talk to girls at these parties but there's something about you I just couldn't resist

as long as you don't say it was my ass well be good

why would I say it was your ass

ah some loser form one of my classes said the only reason he could tell I was me tonight was my ass because he could pick it out of a crowd pretty much

well that's objectifying

right like ew I mean yeah I know my ass is nice I mean I guess but why did he think that would make me like him

cause hes a little fucking high school boy

oh yeah so im guessing your not in high school anymore

nope graduated 2 years ago im 20

god I can't wait to be out of that hell whole and leave this town

yeah I get that small towns are meant for everyone

yeah its definitely not the place I wanna be living fir the rest of my life

same ... hey you wanna go for a walk go check out the crypts

id love too

he grabs my hand as we start walking further in the the grave yard I look back and see lena talking to one of his friends who I know is her type so she won't be missing me and I sure won't be missing her with Matt right next to me.

so you ever gonna it mask on matt

why do you want me too

maybe maybe not

I will later youll see

well that was kinda creepy wait your not taking me out her to murder me are you

no id never kill someone so beautiful it would be such a waste

I just looked up at him smiling at this point we already passed the first crypt he had been eyeing earlier and were so far form he party the music is no longer in ear shot.

the only sound is the leaves crunching under our feet and the cicadas its slightly creepy but it also has me becoming a bit turned on .

I sigh as I see flashes of Matt chasing me in his mask and dragging me into a crypt and fucking my brains out

what is that pretty little mind of yours thinking right now princess

what oh uhhh nothing nothing

that sigh didn't sound like nothing

okay fine I was just thinking about a fantasy ive always had about this grave yard and the crypts

okay explain he says as we come to a stop and he sits down on one of the raised graves. I go to sit next to him but he pulls me onto his lap.my breathe hitches as the sudden contact of my ass on his lap but I just stare off ahead of us at the willow trees surrounding the wooded areas.

I feel his breathe on my neck

tell me this fantasy ma

the nick name has me becoming wet its so hot

well its starts off with me being chased through the graves and the woods to the biggest crypt and the guy chasing me catches me and drags me down the stairs of the crypt and throws me to the floor fucking me as he calls me his dirty little slut amongst other things.

wow very detailed how long have you had this fantasy

since I was 16

hmm have you ever told anyone else about this before

yeah one of my ex boyfriends . I told him before we were coming to a party here seeing if he would make it a reality and he stopped the car told me to get out and walk and said I was mentally ill and disgusting and broke up with me.

what a pussy I mean a guy like me would have jumped at the chance for a girl to even have a fantasy remotely like that.

what do you mean a guy like you

a dominant man who isn't scared of a little fun and games

mmmm I moan as I shift on his lap

are you a submissive type of girl y/n

ye-yeah I guess

you like when a man takes control tells you how much of a slut you are as he makes you shake and cry underneath him hmm

oh fuck im so turned on right now I dotnt even know how to react

ohh yeah I bet you do . you like when a guy smacks you ass so hard it leaves a mark or when a guy slaps you across the face so hard you head snaps to the opposite side.

mmm yeah I-i d-do

someones a little turned on . aren't you ma

mmm was all I could get out a small moan answering his question

he slaps my thigh hard causing me to gasp.

answer me when I ask you a fucking question

ye-yes im sorry

im sorry what

im sorry sir

mmm good girl now stand up

what w-why

because I fucking told you too now stand up

I stood up and turned sound to face him I kept my head down as he stood tall and slim infant of me . I saw his hand holding the mask move up and I followed his movements he held the mask next to face smirking.

you got a mask kink ma?

wh-what I -

don't even think about lying to me right now

I sighed looking down yes I whispered

what was that im sorry I couldn't hear you

I said yes

drop the attitude

yes sir

good girl he says as he slips the mask on making my stomach flutter and a gush of arousal soak my underwear

now im gonna give you a head start

wh- a head start for w-what

your fantasy ma you better start running

b-but im in heels what if I--

1...2...

I turn and start sprinting the best I can in these fucking boots. I can't believe this is actually happening right now the hottest guy i've ever seen is making my fantasy a reality. He had no hesitation and I know for damn sure he is gonna fulfill my needs just the way he carries himself tells me he knows how to make a girl feel good .

I start to run out of momentum I turn to see him coming in hot behind me as he runs into me grabbing me from behind causing me to scream from the impact.

caught ya

mm seems like it what a shame im breathing hard from running so far

he throws me over his shoulder causing me to let a small laugh out

get all your laughs out now ma cause i'll have you doing nothing but screaming in a second .

all I did was moan at the thought. He gave my ass a hard slap causing me to moan into his back

he came to a stop and set me down I turned to see why he stopped and was met with a large stone entry way with a door at the end.

wow

yeah creepy right

yeah but also beautiful

come on ma time to get you screaming my name

oh fuck I said as he grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the door

he kicked the door open easily and started ascending the stairs I stumbled into his back causing him to yank me infant of him as he held me by the hair .

mm ow matt

keep fucking walking your fine

its so da-dark

what you scared of the dark or something

k-kinda y-yeah

aww cute

I heard the flick of a lighter and then there was light shining down the stairs I guess there was a torch on the wall because he lit it and handed it me so I could carry it and see as we kept walking down the stairs. Once we reaches the bottom I looked around taking in our surroundings.

there were more torches on the walls so I went and lit them with the one I was holding then put it out so I could set it down.

I turned to look at Matt he had taken the mask off and threw it aside I could finally see his beautiful face again causing me to smile .

what?

nothing just like looking at you

oh really and why is that?

I don't know your just so... beautiful ... dark and mysterious but you feel so --- safe and warm you know

wow ... ive never been described like that before

oh really? how are you usually described

dark, mean , cold, asshole , crazy

I don't think that at all

im glad you don't I like your description much more

yeah me too he walked towards me and stood right infant of me

he put his hand around my neck chocking me slightly making me look up at him.

( listen to My own summer and beware by deaftones and for the next part)

he leans down so are lips are almost touching .

Im gonna ruin you

do it

He attaches our lips the kiss is deep and needy.

His other hand moves to my ass giving it a squeeze making me moan into the kiss.

He moves his hand from my neck down to my jacket taking it off. then moving my dress straps down my arms pulling the top to bunch at my waist as he breaks the kiss and moves down to neck sucking and biting leaving marks in his way.

mmmm matt i moan as he moves to my tits liking and sucking my nipples.I tug at his shirt wanting him to take it off and he does .

Get on your knees now

I get down to my knees and look up at him waiting for his next move he started undoing his belt and I just watch as his large veiny hands move to his button and zipper of his jeans pulling them down.

He's left in his boxers and I can see his large dick print being confined by the thin fabric .

well are you gonna just sit there or do I need to tell you what to do

I move to remove his boxers as his dick pops out . I start salivating just looking at it he's pretty big and thick too .

I take him in my hand and pump a couple times before giving the head small kisses and licks I go down to the base and lick up them take him in my mouth

mmm fuck that's a good girl

I moan around his tip from his small praise and continue to suck hard but at a slow pace trying my best not to gag.

He takes my hair in his hands and starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and tears to well up in my eyes.

Good girl sucking me in so good

I moan again causing him to throw his head back and thrust harder after a second he pulls out of my mouth as I start couching .

He kneels down in front of me putting his hand on my chest and pushes me back til im laying on my back on the rough ground.

Im gonna make you cum so hard your legs are shaking around my head ma

oh fuck matt please

He takes off my dress and panties so I’m fully exposed to him.

he moves down so his head is between my legs . I jump when he starts sucking on my clit and god the things he's doing with his mouth are enough to send me over the edge in under a minute.

FUCK MMMM

feel good ma

yes fuck uhhh so good

mmmm he hums as he sucks on my clit sending me into a shaking orgasm.

mmmm FUCK MATT im cumming

mmmm good girl look at you shaking from just my mouth

I thought he was done but he keeps licking and sucking then he adds two fingers into me causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.

F-FUCKK MATT ITS T-TOO M-MUCH I CANT

awww yes you can ma give me one more I know you can

mmmmm fuck... fuck matt im so close

mmm he groans as he licks my clit and moves his fingers in and out at a fast pace his other hand moves under my thigh lifting it over his shoulder .

My breathing is rapid as I feel my second orgasm moving in at a rapid rate. But this time I know damn well im gonna squirt so I chose to warn him.

M-MATT fuck im g-gonna squirt

mmmm good girl soak my face baby give it to me

f-fuck fuck oh my god

such a good girl you gonna quirt all over me

FUCK UHHH-MA-MATT IM GONNA .... FUCKKKKK

I scream as I quirt all over him

gooooood girl that's it ma

fuck matt I say as I come down from my high

awww look at your legs shaking

shut up

all 4s now

matt your so big I don't know if I can h- before I finish my sentence he grabs me by the neck

I wasn't fucking asking now do as your told

yes sir I say kind of bratty

fix your tone when you speak to me slut he says as he lightly slaps me across the face and fuck was it the hottest thing ever.

I move to all 4s and spread my legs for him.

Good girl he says as he lines himself up with my leaking entrance.

Go slow please matt I say knowing this is gonna hurt.

I will ma don't worry he says as he slowly starts sliding his tip in

mmm ... fuck I say as I felt him stretching me wide causing a burning sensation.

You okay ma he asks sweetly .

mmhm just h-hurts a little

I know you can take it ma its okay I got you

he bottoms out hitting so deep in me . It hurts so good

mm fuck your so tight ma

mmm- fu-fuck matt your stretching me s-so much

I know ma I know tell me when to move

I gave myself a little time to adjust

o-okay you can m-move

he starts thrusting slow and deep the pain starts to slowly go away and starts feeling like heaven.

fuck faster matt

try asking again he says slapping my ass hard causing me to gasp

p-please sir please fuck me faster

such a good girl for me

he starts pounding into me at a faster pace sending shock waves through my whole body .

FUCK MATT MMM S-SO DEEP

mmm yeah you like that slut

fuck ...Y-YES FUCK

such a good slut taking me so well

the degrading name makes me clench around him

aww you like when I call you a slut huh

y-yes I-l-love it

he brings his hand to hair clenching it hard in his fist as his other hand goes onto my back making me arch even more for him causing him to hit so deep it makes my legs uncontrollably shake.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR TO DEEP I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT

yes you can slut he growls out through gritted teeth

N-NO I CANT I say harshly bringing my hand back pushing on his stomach trying to push him away .

he grabs my arm harshly holding it behind my back as his hand in my hair moves to my throat gripping it hard.

your gonna fucking take it like a good little girl

N-no

no? he says harshly as his hips fault to a stop and he pulls me up to meet his chest as he grips my neck harder.

since you wanna sit like a fucking brat he says as he shoves me face down on the rough ground holding both of my hands behind my back

he lowers himself so his breathe Is hitting my ear causing me to shiver

ill fucking treat you like one he says as he starts thrusting rough, fast, deep and harder than ive ever been fucked in my life.

M-MATTT FUCK FUCK

aww what's wrong am I being to rough

Y-YES MATT PLEASE FUCK P-

please what

PLEASE I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT I-MMM FUCK

you know your mouth is saying one thing but your pussy is saying something completely different

MMM FU-FUCK SHIT Y-YOUR SO DEEP

you like it when I fuck you like a bratty slut and you can't say no I feel you clenching my fucking cock

mmmm F-FUCK yes

yes what slut he takes both my hands in one hand and brings his down harshly on my ass

ye-yes sir fuck sir I lo-love it

atta girl you gonna cum for me

ye-yes sir mmm fuck he starts pounding me harder than I ever thought was possible as he slaps my ass harshly

cum on my cock me give it to ma

F-FUCK M-MATT MMMMM I scream as I cum all over his cock.

He keeps pounding into me harshly I started to come down. from my high as my legs were shaking and starting to give out under my weight.

m-MATT I ca-cant keep myself up m-much longer

he pulls out slapping my ass

flip over for me ma

I flip over laying on my back holding onto my legs trying to stop them from shaking but it doesn't help at all.

Keep eye contact for ill stop got it

y-yes sir

good girl he says as he lines himself back up to my entrance

he slides back in and starts pounding into me deep and slow he grabs my legs bringing them up onto his shoulders hitting me so deeply I can feel him in my stomach.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR S-SO BIG

he brings one hand down onto my stomach as he feels himself inside me as his other one moves to my neck shocking me not too hard but the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy.

fuck your so fucking wet for me mama

mmmm fu-fuck matt i th-think I gonna squirt

the pressure he is applying on my lower stomach has me about to turn into a damn fountain.

squirt all over me baby soak me

F-FUCK MATT I- I can't even finish what I was saying as I felt myself let go all over him.

fuuuuuck your so fucking hot

mmm fu-fuck matt

he starts pounding into me again my legs won't stop shaking around his neck and I start to feel overstimulated.

m-matt i ca-cant take it a-anymore pl-please

yes you can baby I know you can

I try to push him out of me by pushing on his toned abdomen with only causes him to slap me across the face making me whine out .

keep you hands down understand

y-yes sir I-im s-sorry

good girl im getting close ma I promise just hold on for a little longer

f-fuck okay

he sets my legs so they are around his waist as he brings his body flush against mine as he fuck me deep and rough

F-FUCK MATT MMMM

I start clawing at his back from over stimulation .

fu-fuck ma I can feel you clenching again

I claw his back deeper as I feel pressure building in my stomach and then suddenly snap

fuck ma your squirting again jesus

I didn't even know I was squirting all I felt was extra pleasure run through me

F-fuck matt mmm god

I squirt over and over I can't seem to stop (nah cause this happened to me in real life it was Lowkey disturbing not gonna lie a bitch was in pain the next day)

Jesus y/n ive never seen some one squirt so much so close together

I c-cant s-stop

I know baby its okay

I claw down his back harder and I bury my face into his shoulder as I bite down as I squirt again my legs are shaking so much they start cramping but I literally can not stop squirting and its driving me crazy .

F-fuck ma your soaking me j-jesus christ

I-im sorry

don't be sorry this is the hottest thing ever

mmmmmm FUCK I scream as I quirt even harder from his hips angling even more hitting deeper

fuck ma im gonna cum

fu-fuck matt fill me up p-please fuck

yeah you wanna be a good little cum slut

Y-YES FUCK MATT PLEASE I scream I squirt yet again as it starting to make my stomach hurt

his hips start to sputter and his thrusts become sloppy.

f-fuck im cuming he says as I feel his warm cum fill me up I moan out as I squirt one last time before his thrusts stop and he pulls out .I feel our mixed liquids running out of my pussy.

fuck that was ... the best sex.. ive ever h-had I say as I laugh a little curling my legs into my chest as my entire body is shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

F-fuck after that I never wanna fuck anyone else

I laugh as I shake uncontrollably I th-think you broke me

aww baby im sorry was a actually to rough

n-no I fucking loved it I just don't think ill be able to stand let alone walk out of here I laughed casein g him to chuckle and shake his head.

he went and grabbed his clothes putting them on and then coming back over to me helping me up my knees immediately buckle so he has to hold me up against the wall so I don't fall as he helps me putt my outfit back on. I felt my back burning really bad as he slid my dress over my head.

OW FUCK I cried out as the stinging got worse

wh-what what's wrong

my-b-back is burning like another fucker

he spins me around JESUS im so sorry it must have been from your backing rubbing on the ground you have big strawberries all over your back

eh honestly I deserve it I definitely did a mean number on your back

uuuh yeah you think he turns around lifting his shirt showing me his back I gasp.

OH JESUS MATT why didn't you stop me those are deep and bleeding

well I uh- I have a pain kink so I thoroughly enjoyed it

o-oh well then I guess your welcome

yes thank you very very much he says as he turns around and gives me a sweet and soft kiss .

come on your coming home with me

I try to walk but my legs fail me and he laughs at me

stop laughing bitch you did this to me

watch that pretty little mouth or your getting round two when we get home

as much as I enjoyed this I could not handle anymore tonight so I brought my hand up to my mouth acting like Im zipping them and threw away the key

come on drama queen he says as he picks me up and I lock my arms around his neck and legs around his waist

I keep my head sizzled into his chest as he blows out the torches on the walls and grabs the last lit one and makes his way back up the stairs he blows out the torch as we walk out of the crypt.

as we approach the part of the grave yard the party was going on in I hear the faint music again I start to feel embarrassed about the state i'm in right now . He walks over to his friends .

Damn bro you have been gone for three fucking hours

God is she even alive anymore

I let out a small giggle at his friends statement.

Yeah yeah funny bro she's fine but were heading home so ill catch you guys later

okay bye bro

byeeee I say as I smile and wave at them as matt walks away from them.

they all just laugh and shake their heads

your friends seem fun

yeah their pretty cool

oh my god y/n

we both look over at my best friend

You been gone for three fucking hours I thought you were dead

no no im fine I promise

she smirks at me as her eyes run over my face and body that is still clinging to matt.

wow you guys had a lot of fun

yep sure did im matt by the way

nice to meet you matt well y/n I guess your going home with him huh

yep sure am I love you and we'll talk tomorrow okay

okay I love you

I love you too

matt walks us all the way to his car he opens the door and sets me down as he shuts the door and gets into the drivers side.

he starts up the car and drives to him house . he parks the car then hops out to help me out and we slowly walk to the door as he unlocks it and we enter.

wanna showers pretty girl

yes please

alright come on its upstairs

we get to the bathroom and he sets me down on the toilet .

go pee im gonna grab a change of clothes for us real quick

okay I finish up my business ad he come back in and helps me get my clothes off and I take my wig off and undo the braid bun I did under the wig.

wow I love your natural hair

aww thank you I said smiling

you wouldn't happen to have like makeup remover or face wash would you

um let me check my mom might have left some in the guest bathroom last time she was here

okay thank you

as he left the bathroom I smiled to myself and the looked over the work he did on my neck and chest then I looked down at my knees seeing that they are scraped and bruising.

I turned to look at my back and Jesus it was so scraped that there was blood and it was also bruising.

here you go my mom left these makeup wipes

thank you I said as I grabbed them and took my makeup off

you know I never thought about how bad a crypt floor would damage my body when I had my fantasy

yeahhh we probably should have thought about that

mm yeah. but hey it was worth it

sure was . You know I didn't even wanna go to that party but im glad I did

oh yeah? and why is that?

I would have never met the most beautiful girl ive ever seen and fucked her into oblivion

mmmm yeah I guess your right and thank you for the compliment

of course ma now lets shower

we hopped into the shower and we washed each others bodys both hissing when the soap and water hit our tainted backs .

we got out and dried off as we put on our change of clothes .

sorry I didn't you know have a change of underwear for you but I there yours in the wash so they are clean for you tomorrow

oh its okay thank you

of course wanna go to bed im fucking exhausted

yes please im spent

he led me to his room and we crawled under the covers as he turned on his fan .

we cuddled into each other as we started to drift off to sleep in each others arms.

hey y/n

yeah matt

I know we just met tonight and stuff but uh would you maybe wanna go out on a real date sometime

yes id love that matt I looked at him smiling as he smiled at me placing a sweet kiss on my forehead .

we fell asleep and that was that.

Gooooooooood NIIIIIIIGHT xoxo

[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 04

summary: in the week leading up to the show, your grades begin to slip. whatever will you do... word count: 1820 a/n: hiii i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter bc some of the stuff in here has definitely happened to me lmao. if you feel up to it, reblog and tell me what your favorite song from any musical is in the tags! songs mentioned: 'Chip On My Shoulder' - Legally Blonde the Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording) prev next

“Max, you’re a little flat, hun.”

The choir director pulled her shawl tightly around her as Max–the chosen casting for Emmett Forrest–ran through some of his sung lines for ‘Chip On My Shoulder’. 

The brown-skinned, dark-haired boy was an excellent actor; he breathed life into the words on the script and delivered them with all the earnestness and humor required to play Emmett. Hell, he even improvised his own jokes.

But he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

For some lines, Max could get away with half-singing, half-talking, but he was practically tone-deaf once the song got more involved. The choir director–Ms. Johnson–had to be called in to help get him somewhere that was at least within the ballpark of the correct pitch. His high notes remained painful to all present in the room, no matter what she did.

You huffed from your spot on the fake park bench, resisting the urge to scratch your scalp beneath the itchy wig. Everyone had heard the exact melody on the piano by now. Hear it, sing it. Like Spanish vocabulary, you couldn’t comprehend how people got that sort of thing wrong.

Harmonizing with Max went about as expected; you lost your place several times because of the distracting dissonance between your voice and his, like hearing a parrot and an eagle squawk at the same time.

Regardless, it was too late to recast Max now. He had a leading role with too many songs and lines to memorize. 

“Alright, take five!” the director yelled with a clap of her hands. 

A collective sigh could be heard as students dispersed for their well-earned water and bathroom breaks, the tension in the air dissipating. You stepped carefully off of the stage, when you heard a snicker in your direction.

Miles was in the middle of painting a cardboard sorority building in an obnoxious shade of hot pink, shaded with strokes of fuchsia and cyan that managed to work together somehow. You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t say anything bad about it.

The boy struggled to hold back a laugh, looking up as you stood over him with crossed arms.

“Something funny?”

Miles stood to meet your eyes, carelessly wiping bits of paint onto his pants.

“That frumpy-ass 613 wig you got on, for one,” he replied with a teasing grin. “Are you gonna wear that for the actual show?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, for your information, I’m not. This is a placeholder wig,” you ripped it off of your head for emphasis. “Why are you even here, anyway? Don’t you got posters to make?”

In actuality, you knew about the art club lending some of its members to paint sets for the show. But you wanted to make sure Miles knew he was unwelcome.

“Just doin’ what I do best,” he shrugged. “You should be grateful for my sacrifice.”

You snorted, “What ‘sacrifice’?”

Miles jabbed his thumb behind him towards the left side of the stage, where Max was going over his lines. “I gotta listen to that nigga sing for over an hour. I’m sacrificing my time and my ears.”

Despite yourself, you laughed brightly at the comment, causing a more genuine smile to spread across Miles’ face. You looked pretty when you laughed.

“Oh my god, he sucks, right? Spent the whole damn song looking for the note.”

“Too late to replace him now, though. Show’s in two weeks.”

You nodded.

There was a brief pause before Miles asked, “So what made you sign up for theater? I was kinda surprised to see you on a stage.”

You gave him a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he raised both hands in defense, “You just seemed like more of the quiet type, that’s all.”

I signed up to avoid you, you thought, but didn’t say aloud; That would’ve given him the satisfaction of knowing that you thought about him that much.

Instead, you answered, “I used to do theater at my old school. Got the lead part most of the time, if you can believe it.”

There was an arrogance in your voice as you said that last bit that soured Miles’ expression. 

“I believe you, no need to convince me,” he said flatly. “Legally Blonde’s an interesting choice, though.”

You shrugged, “The part really lets me show my voice off, so...”

“Showin’ off,” Miles muttered beneath his breath, “Sounds like you.”

“Excuse me?”

Before you could start to argue, his eyes went wide, like he’d just heard a noise that no one else could hear.

“It was really nice talking to you, Y/N, but I gotta go,” he said, spinning on his heel and bolting towards the auditorium door. “Watch my stuff for me!”

Your jaw dropped in offense. Was he allowed to just bail on a club activity like that? And with the gall to ask you to watch his things for him. You totally did, though.

Once you got home, your feet throbbed and your muscles ached from all of the choreography. You were just barely out of your school uniform when you decided to lie down for a quick nap. Or what you thought was a ‘quick nap’.

The blaring of your alarm made your heart jump as your eyes flew open, half of your face damp with drool. The early morning washed over your room in a pale blue shade, and the sight would’ve relaxed you if not for the sudden realization that you weren’t in your pajamas.

You shot up, wiping the side of your face with your sleeve. Your Spanish and AP Physics notebooks were still strewn across your bed, along with several worksheets that had remained blank. Unfinished.

…Oh no.

Your heart was practically in your throat when you explained to Mr. Sanchez why you didn’t have any homework for him to collect. 

The man noticed your glassy eyes, and held up a reassuring hand in the middle of your frantic explanation.

“That’s fine, it happens,” he said gently, “Just bring in the missing work tomorrow, and it’ll only be ten points off. Don’t make it a habit.”

He adjusted his glasses, and returned to grading the pile of worksheets on his desk as you trudged back to your desk, a pit forming in your stomach over those precious ten points.

“You good?” Miles asked as you sat down, concern coloring his features. He ran a finger over a small band-aid on his right temple. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You buried your face in your arms on the desk.

“Nunya.”

He sighed, “I dunno why I even asked.”

Unfortunately for both you and Mr. Sanchez, missing assignments did, in fact, become a habit. 

You began to spend more time lingering in the auditorium after everyone had left, practicing your line delivery. Adding little details, like extra hair flips or twirls. The spirit of Elle Woods had practically taken over your body.

You got home later and later into the evening, sometimes flopping down onto your bed and falling asleep before your head could even hit the pillow. This new ‘habit’ had you scribbling down vocab words and formulas in a frenzy, balancing your notebook on your lap on the bumpy bus ride to school. The flashcards that you had made for Mr. Sanchez’s class were now sitting untouched at the bottom of your bag.

By Friday, it landed you in front of his desk for office hours after you received your very first ‘F’. 

“As you’ve probably noticed, Y/N, your grades have fallen a significant amount in a very short period of time, and I’m a little concerned,” Sanchez slid your weekly grade report towards you and placed his finger on your Spanish grade. “What’s going on? This is very unusual for a student like you.”

Your sweaty fingers clutched the sides of your seat as you stared down at the report. How did you let it get this bad? Elle Woods would never.

“I-I just…”

You shook your head. “I’ve just been busy with extracurriculars and stuff, so assignments slip my mind sometimes.”

“You’re having trouble balancing them with your schoolwork?”

“Yeah, basically,” you leaned forward, looking desperate. “Can I still re-take that quiz? I didn’t really get to study, and–”

“Oh! That’s actually what I called you in for, one second.”

Sanchez rose from his seat, and made his way over to the door.

“You know about our Study Buddy system, yes?”

You nodded slowly, skeptically. “Am I getting a ‘Study Buddy’?”

“Pre-cisely. Come in!”

He opened the door, and you almost groaned audibly at the lanky figure that appeared at the entrance.

Miles entered with a friendly smile on his face that dropped the second his eyes landed on you.

“Oh. You.”

The Spanish teacher sat back down and gestured towards him.

“Miles here is both a native speaker and beyond proficient in this class. He was so kind as to sign up for the program, so I thought it might be nice to pair him up with someone in the same period.”

Shocked into silence, you were unable to say anything other than a quiet “Okay” as you stared blankly in front of you.

Study buddies. With the guy who didn’t even study. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“He’ll be giving up a bit of his lunch time to tutor you in my classroom. I’d also highly recommend you two study with each other after school as well, if you can make the time. Sound good?”

“Yes,” you both said in miserable unison. 

“Well, that’s all,” Sanchez waved his hand. “You’re both dismissed. Have a lovely weekend!”

“You too!” you smiled tightly as you got up and made a beeline for the door, nearly bumping into Miles as you did so. 

Your weekend would be anything but ‘lovely’.

You fixed Miles with a glare as soon as you got out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up my lunch period for you,” you yell-whispered. “I hope you know that.”

He took a step towards you and fired back, “Neither of us have a choice, your highness. If we’re not both up here during lunch, I get in trouble, and you gotta take the L and fail this class.”

“I’d rather fail, then. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Oh?” he laughed mirthlessly. “You were in tears over a damn ‘89’. Makes no difference to me, but I think you do give a fuck.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back a rebuttal, then closed it. Miles raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lying?”

“...No.”

Miles leaned forward until he was only inches away from your face. “Then cooperate. Or we both lose.”

You sighed in defeat, “Fine.”

He nodded curtly, then left to go grab his things from his locker.

In a forced attempt at courtesy, you called out towards his back, “See you next week–”

“Whatever!”

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[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 6 (words: 1717)

In this episode of the Corpse Bride AU, featuring: Charles' uncanny ability to compartmentalize the horrors, Jenny being a single father

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Charles groaned, screwing his eyes shut tighter, trying to will the dizziness to die down. He felt a dull ache where he’d fallen onto the hard ground and moved his arms with difficulty, blindly grasping around him for something solid.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t anticipate such a harsh landing,” he heard a kind voice say, somewhere close to him.

When he cracked his eyes open, he saw a hand outstretched towards him. It had the most pristine white glove followed by a sleeve of a fancy pressed shirt and jacket. Charles’ muddy brain decided to zero in to the fact that the cufflink was missing, grabbing the hand without much thought.

He was pulled up and when he swayed, still wobbly on his feet, another hand came to support him on his upper arm. Charles felt something was weird and turned to stare.

The hand against his black coat was as stark white as the suit sleeve, bare tapered knuckles of a skeleton.

Charles snapped his head up. The corpse groom stood in front of him, peering at his face with a worried frown between his brows.

He yanked his hands back like he’d been burned when Charles flinched, staggering backwards. He saw hurt flash across that handsome face, but he was too disoriented to process it.

The ghoul bent down and picked up the fallen lantern with his skeleton hand.

“I’m-” he started, his voice strained.

“Edwiiiin-!” A sing-song squeal of delight interrupted him when a girl with long white hair jumped from behind a stone wall to skip towards them. Her bloodless skin matched her hair and kimono, giving her a ghostly appearance.

“We heard everything! Congrats, you two!” She beamed. The arms she threw around both of their necks were solid, pulling Charles from out of his head.

This was really happening.

From the vice-grip of her hug, Charles lifted his head to look around. They were on a cobblestone street, enclosed with walls, narrow alleys leading into dark shadows. He couldn’t see the moon above them, as if the sky was more like a low-hanging ceiling, trapping them underground.

“Come, come!” She hopped away like a bird, pulling at their sleeves. “Everyone wants to meet you!”

Charles let himself be pulled, but Edwin dragged his feet. Before they turned the corner, he turned to Charles, speaking fast in his polite manner.

“It must be quite sudden, I’m sorry. Everyone can be a bit… much, at first, but I assure you, they only have good intentions.”

Charles nodded his head slowly, still dazed. Music and lively sounds of a crowd could be heard from the other side of the wall. It had been a long time since he’d heard that electrifying buzz of a good party. Not once after leaving London.

Gazing down at Edwin’s skeleton hand holding the lantern and the ghost girl on his side, he came to a realization.

This was a dream. The most vivid and wonderful dream, the strangest dream he’d ever had. So whatever happened, he was going to have a good time, wasn’t he?

Charles grinned.

“Don’t worry about it, mate. I’m aces.”

Edwin seemed reluctant still, so Charles grabbed his hand. Even through the silk glove he could tell how cold his fingers were. They rounded the corner led by the ghost girl and Charles saw what Edwin had meant by “everyone.”

All the people gathered -and there was quite a crowd- were dead. There were those with clammy, gray skin, and those with parts of their bodies decayed. Some of their clothes were torn rags, some wore old-fashioned wigs and funeral attire, and then there were those whose flesh has long since fallen off their bones, leaving them as living skeletons.

A roar of cheers welcomed Charles and Edwin, joyful hooting and hollering, waving hats and raised glasses.

“Toast to the newlyweds!”

The people rushed forward to shake Charles’ hand and pat his shoulder, many pointed digits poking at him.

“Edwin, dearie, you’ve brought a live one!” One grandma exclaimed when she squeezed Charles’ arm.

“Fresh meat!” Squealed a skeleton kid where he clung to Charles’ leg, getting hoisted up with him when dozens of hands grabbed him.

His hold from Edwin’s hand was broken but when Charles caught a glimpse of him between the crowd, he was smiling.

The band played a wacky jazz version of the wedding march when Charles was thrown in the air with enthusiastic huzzah’s.

“To the loverboy!”

The clinking glasses spilled bright green liquid on the floor and was poured through empty rib cages. Charles barely missed hitting a chandelier with live candles.

“What are we celebrating?” He asked, out of breath from the jostling.

“Your proposal of course, you silly!” Somebody answered from the crowd.

“To our corpse groom!”

Over in the air he saw that the cramped space was a pub, with wooden counters and well-worn seats, the corners rounded and smooth from years of serving patrons.

“I proposed?”

The room was spinning in Charles’ eyes, colors and movement blurring together. The chandelier above him had mounds of melted wax covering it and dripping down. Every flame burned a different hue, casting moving shadows on the walls.

“Yes! It was so romantic! I hope someone would propose to me like that!”

Charles was tossed in the air for the third time.

“To their love everlasting!”

The many skeleton hands and bones arranged themselves into descending stairs. When the crowd parted, he was presented with Edwin in a spotlight. One look at the shy smile playing on his broken lips got Charles’ heart doing cartwheels.

You BET I proposed!!

The band played a groovy fanfare and Charles didn’t think he’d ever grinned as hard as when he stepped down towards Edwin. He didn’t feel his feet touching the ground at all, walking on air with joy when his hands met Edwin’s and he pulled him into dance.

Charles caught him when he stumbled, stiff as a board, and twirled him around. He heard the ghost girl giggle behind them, a clear and delighted sound, and Edwin caught Charles’ forearms, stopping him to give him a reprimanding look.

Breathing was light and laughter was easy when joy bubbled up in Charles’ chest, endeared by that stern lift of one eyebrow. The skeleton band played their cooky tunes, infectious enough to have everyone dance, and soon Edwin was swept along by Charles, relaxing with their hands tightly entwined.

Charles confirmed that time didn’t exist in dreams, because that felt like hours and too little at the same time. After one more song after saying two times it was the last song he was going to dance to, Edwin finally pulled Charles out of the party to have a break.

They slumped on the barstools on the far end of the counter, Charles’ shoulders shaking when he buried his head into his arms on the table and giggled.

“You are killing me, Charles Rowland. And that would be an incredible feat, since I am evidently already dead,” Edwin groaned, making Charles laugh even harder.

He stole a glance at him over his arms; Edwin was fussing over his perfect hair and crooked bowtie, gathering his composure. Charles bit his lip to muffle another giggle bubbling up. He reached out his hand to try to sneakily mess his hair up, but Edwin snatched his fingers into his palm and put them back on the table.

“So, what can I get you boys?” The bartender asked sharply, making Charles jump up and fix his posture.

She had black hair in a well-kept updo, and her skin was so white and translucent the dark shadow of her skull could be seen underneath. The black ink on the tattoo around her throat absorbed light, making her look almost decapitated.

“Whatever he’s having,” Charles shrugged.

“Good. We only serve one thing,” the bartender said in a flat tone and looked him dead in the eye.

Charles flinched when she slammed down a big cleaver into the counter where it stayed up, quivering. With her now free hands she poured two glasses of the same lurid green liquid and pushed them over.

“Are you a butcher or a bartender..?” Charles asked, accepting the glass. Her white button up and black apron didn’t clue him in either way.

“Newsflash, fresh meat. We’re dead. We can be whatever we fucking want. Ain’t no rules like upstairs, down here. Is that clear?” She cocked her head and gave him a mocking smile.

“He wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, Jenny,” Edwin cut in. “Jenny, this is Charles. Charles, Jenny.”

Charles didn’t dare stick out his hand for a shake when that cleaver was still too close. He opted for one of his winning smiles.

“Happy to meet you-,” he began, when Jenny grabbed the handle of the knife.

“Listen here, kid. I’m gonna say this exactly once. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. But if you do anything to make Edwin sad, then you and I are gonna have a problem.”

Jenny squinted her eyes coldly towards Charles. In full view of him, she yanked the cleaver from the wood and moved her finger across the sharp edge, the shiny metal glinting in the lights menacingly.

“If you plan on hurting him, you should get the fuck out before I can hurt you.”

“Jenny, I can assure you that is completely unnecessary,” Edwin sighed. “Firstly, I’m not a kid. And secondly, I know Charles.”

Charles caught the look in his eyes when he glanced at him, and it set out a warm wave flushing him from head to toes. Edwin looked at him with such unbearable fondness it was impossible to receive or comprehend. Charles felt like there was a puzzle piece missing, something that would make him understand. How could Edwin hold such open adoration for him, when he knew nothing about Edwin?

Well, that should’ve hit him a lot earlier. Charles spun around to stare at Edwin again, to study him with new intensity. The fancy white suit. The blood that covered half of it.

“What happened to you?” He blurted out.

Edwin’s eyes darkened and he turned his head away. It seemed like he’d anticipated the question for some time now.