#what if i cant wear anything costume like

[draxgon]

Made a louise belcher costume thats work appropriate to wear to work and my social anxiety is getting to me

[misspickman]

Put cassie next to yara, donna and diana and tell me it isnt just sad

[steakout-05]

NAKED BARRY BLAST *INSANELY LOUD IMPACT SOUND EFFECT*

(this is real.)

[imjustexistingtbh]

im so freaking pissed with the disability resource center at my school JESUS CHRIST

[sturnstars5]

mask- matt sturniolo

ghostface!matt x fem!reader

you find out the murders of many people in your town are caused by the person you trust the most…

warnings: smut, p n v, swearing, mentions of mur!der, friends to lovers, dom!matt and sub!reader, mentions of wea!pons, mentions of kill!ng people, subtle fluff, resolved angst

i hope you guys like this!! sorry it’s a bit long!

happy kinktober:)

“yesterday, tyler alexander was found unconscious in the woods. tyler was found lying in a pile of leaves, beside a blood covered knife and oddly enough, an oddly shaped mask. he was later pronounced dead in the los angeles county hospital.” you hear the news reporter say.

“damn, that’s so sad. i cant believe this! he was just fine at that party friday night.” you say, shaking your head.

your best friend of many years, matt, is sitting quietly beside you sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the tv.

“matt?” you say, nudging him.

“oh, uh, yeah that’s really weird.” he says nervously, like he’s hiding something.

“yeah. what’s even crazier is that his friend mike was found dead with a knife in him two days before! i saw him a few weeks before it happened, i wonder who he pissed off that time.” you say.

“well he was an asshole so he kinda deserved it. he couldn’t stay with one girl to save his life.” matt says bitterly.

“ i mean you’re not wrong.” you chuckle, ignoring the hidden anger in matt’s voice.

“anyways, are you going to the costume party at tara’s tomorrow? it’s gonna be lit.” you ask matt.

“yeah, but i’m not gonna tell you who i am. you’ll have to guess!” he says, smiling and shoving your shoulder.

“okay, well i’m gonna be a witch.” you say.

“such a basic choice, why not be an inflatable cow or a pirate or somethin fun?”

“shut up matt!” you shove him.

———————————————————————————

saturday

you walk up to tara’s house as she welcomes you inside.

“fuck, y/n, you look so pretty tonight!” tara says, obviously already drunk.

and she wasn’t wrong. you were wearing a super short black minidress that had a glittery and ruffly skirt. you had on black fishnets and black knee high boots, and you carried a broom and wore a glittery black hat.

you weren’t exactly the most modest one either.

as you walked in, all eyes, especially the men’s were on you. you scanned the crowded room for matt, but you didn’t see him anywhere. you only saw your friends as they waved you over to come talk.

“hey guys, i’ll be right back, im gonna go get a drink!” you say as you walk over to the kitchen island.

you accidentally bump into a guy in a dark cloak and a white mask. he was pretty tall, and he had a knife tucked in one of the folds of his cloak.

“hey sorry, nice costume!” you say. he doesn’t say anything back, instead just looking at you then walking away.

you get something to drink as a guy in a pirate costume starts to talk to you.

“hey beautiful.” he says, clearly intoxicated.

“hey. nice costume.” you reply.

“right back at ya, you look stunning.”

you feel yourself blush, even though you aren’t really attracted to this guy.

as you two talk, you see the guy in the mask again. even though his eyes are covered by the darkness inside of the mask, you can feel his stare piercing you. he almost looks like he’s radiating anger and jealousy.

he walks over to the two of you, and you see something in the guy’s hand. it almost looks like a knife.

“come with me.” he says, taking the guy you were talking to away from you.

the guy in the mask seems like he’s really into his costume, and you begin to grow worried.

you discreetly follow them, wondering what the hell the guy in the mask was doing. you go outside, and follow the guy in the mask into the woods.

you hear the guy in the pirate costume finally speak. “hey, why are we out here? it’s cold and i’m hung-“

his sentence is cut off by loud shrieks of pain and the sound of a knife ripping through flesh and hitting bones.

“what the fuck are you doing, he didn’t do anything!” you yell at the man in the mask. you know that was probably the worst decision you could’ve made but you didn’t care right now.

“stop!” you say, trying to pull the man in the mask away from his victim.

you grab the man in the mask by the front of his cloak on his head, pulling it back. it reveals perfectly placed brunette locks in a shorter fluffy cut.

he’s still stabbing his victim, so you figure the only way to stop him is by pulling his mask.

you pull back the mask, revealing icy blue eyes, and a menacing smile. he stops stabbing the guy who is far dead by now, and he looks up at you.

the color drains from both of your faces, the pure evil in his face turns to guilt.

“matt?” is all you can voice out, just above a whisper.

“y/n, i swear, it isn’t what it looks like!”

“well then tell me matt, how do you plan on justifying stabbing this poor guy to death! i mean really, what could he have possibly done to make you do this?”

“ ‘cause he was flirting with you, alright? and i got jealous.”

“you did this all because you were jealous, matt?”

“yes, okay? why do you think tyler, mike, and all those other guys just magically disappeared?”

“they were just friends matt.”

“but they were all shitty people. i was trying to save you because i love you y/n!”

“matt, i-i love you too, but this is unreasonable. i mean, you could go to prison for life, and then some!”

“i got away with the rest so it’s fine.”

you guy’s conversation is broken when matt smashes his lips against yours. it feels so right.

he takes his cloak off, revealing just himself and his boxers.

he pushes you against a tree, supporting you with his hands on your ass.

“mm-matt, this feels so wrong.” you say in between kisses.

“no it doesn’t sweetheart, just forget about them. focus on me.” he says.

he pushes your skirt up, sliding your panties to the side. he then takes his hard dick out of the boxers, sliding it over your wet folds.

matt nudges just the tip in, and you already feel so full.

“oh, matt!” you moan.

“mm, you feel s’good for me baby. so wet and tight.”

his words turn you on even more as you bounce on his dick quicker. even in the fog of lust clouding your brain, you’re nervous that someone might come out and see you and matt.

but you don’t care, it feels so good.

matt goes faster and sloppier, making you realize he is about to come.

“y/n, i can’t hold it in much longer.”

“me neither.”

“come for me baby.”

you do just as he says, releasing your juices just as he releases his. his warm wetness coating your walls.

“so, what do ya say we leave this party and go to my place?” matt asks, cleaning you up with a piece of his cloak.

“sure, just don’t kill anyone on the way there.”

i hope you liked!!

[jolalibrary]

the angel + the devil

javier peña x f!reader | halloween fic for late night texts

summary: “You may be dressed like that,” he says, dropping his voice “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

chapter warnings: bonus chapter to late night texts, although you can still enjoy without reading. fluff. halloween costumes. reader does wear a dress and heels. javi flirting. office party vibes. sexy talk, alluding to smut, but no actual smut or anything (similar to most of the chapters in the series) romcom vibes ofc ✨ wordcount: 2.4k

an: i still cant believe how beloved this little series is. i hope you like this little hallow-shot of my fave pairing.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Don’t forget tonight is my works halloween party, if you’re still coming.

i haven’t forgotten baby

You say that but you forgot to bring milk the other day.

you told me you was wearing my shirt, naked

Thought high-pressured situations were your bag.

well you do always know the way to bring me to my knees

Pocketing his wallet and keys, Javi stares up at your work building.

He’s picked you up from work plenty of times, but he’s never been inside. Not like this, anyway.

Over breakfast, dinners and more since the two of you have been dating—and then living together—he’s managed to collect snippets of information.

Been able to make collages from the pieces you hand him—a picture board with ribbons and string connecting things, concocting an image of what things must look like. From the place the copier is to what your desk looks like.

Tonight, he’ll get to see it himself. He’ll have the chance to see the photo strip from Houston there, a little cactus plant you’d named Randy and a set of trays (all filled with paperwork) that he’d helped you find in town.

The rest though, was blank. All fuzzy in his mind.

A puzzle, one needing to be solved.

It’s why his finger and thumb brush against themselves as he steps through the doors, the instructions you’d given him illuminated on his phone. It’s easy enough, especially with the decorations up the stairs, hearing himself being called to by the distinct sound of the Monster Mash that is floating to his ears, guiding him to you.

Maybe, he should have texted to say he was here.

You’d be waiting for him then. Likely hovering at the doorway, looking somewhat lost and nervous—it brings back memories of scribbled-out signs and bubbling apprehension at the airport.

But, if anything, that’s why he doesn't text—doesn’t announce or tell you he’s parked up and climbing the staircase two at a time to see you.

Because Javi wants to see you, capture a sight of you across the room, and give you another romantic moment to add to the ones that make the both of you so “movie-like”.

Except, as soon as he steps through the last doorway, and his eyes land on you, he realises the moment isn’t for you, but rather for him.

His stomach flutters, fingers halting in their previous nervousness, stretching out as his head tilts. He takes you in—trails his eyes from the heel of your white shoes to the nervous finger-tapping you’re doing on the red cup, before he reaches your face—flecks of glitter, painted lips.

And fuck are you pretty.

You’re more than an angel. You’re something else entirely.

Ethereal, captivating, irresistible.

The mere sight of you making his throat dry and his heart quicken all over again, just like it had done outside that airport. Just like you had done from the first text to the see you later you left him with this morning.

He pinches his thigh, just lightly—because again, he’s left with the thought, the realisation: you chose him.

A reminder that is forever there. One he normally buries in gratitude against your lips, or clutches your hand—

You tiring from an ex-DEA agent yet, cariño?

Not even a little bit, handsome.

You’d chosen him because of text messages, fallen for him because of phone calls, and fell further in a hotel room miles away. Him doing the same, re-falling each day all over again due to moments he never thought he’d get to enjoy.

Simple things, like you sewing a jacket on his Pop’s coat to the way you listened when he finally told you everything that happened in Colombia. Your face not shifting, not until the end, not until you ended up in his lap telling him how proud you were of him.

Something he believed.

Somehow, though, a small part of him still expects this to be a dream. A cruel joke from life, because you’re way too good to be true. You’re nothing but kind, generous. Doing everything to remind him continuously how much he deserves you. That he’s good, worthy, amazing.

He’s about to clear his throat, announce his arrival, when your laugh dies at something one of your colleagues says. Then, he watches in slowed time how your eyes sweep—a thing he suspects you’ve been doing since way before he arrived—before landing right on him.

It forces his heart to skip.

A smile, different than the one you’d given to your colleague, spreads and flowers across your face—the fairy and ceiling lights not holding a candle to the way it brightens up the room.

He finds himself mirroring it, letting it unfold, grow, spread, sliding up into his cheeks as he watches you excuse yourself, placing your cup down on a desk before you rush over to him.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Look at you, angel.”

His fingers slide across his jaw, half-tempted to ask you to twirl—witness how the white dress skims your knees, trailing his eyes up and down, drinking you in all over again.

If you mind, you say nothing, although he imagines your cheeks will be warm if he touches them. Your eyes dropping, fingers moving, sliding to adjust the straps of your feathered wings, before touching up the headband with your halo attached—the one he’d watched you glue the other night, tongue out, teeth perched near the tip.

“I’m glad you came.”

“You asked, cariño. Por supuesto que vendría por ti.”

Shrugging, you smile, shifting on your feet. “I know, but you still came, dressed as… wait—what are you dressed as?”

Putting his palms up at the side of him, he grins. His head dips, eyes following your path over his dark jeans and red shirt, as his fingers slide to his back pocket—pulling out a headband with little horns on, placing it on top of his head.

“A devil.”

“Of course,” you say, sliding your arms around his neck. “Very fitting.”

Smirking, he traces his teeth with his tongue, letting you stare at him in the same way he had been you, until you move closer, sliding your arms around his neck. Basking in the way you kiss him, so softly—almost innocently—but with a hidden agenda underneath you can’t display too much of in the centre of your workplace.

But, he still feels the tip of your tongue sweep over his bottom lip—even if to others it’s just a chaste kiss. He knows that in the back of your throat, there had been a little hum growing—the one he pulls from you when he greets you at home, when the decision to eat or “nap” first arises.

“You may be dressed like that,” he whispers, dropping his voice, mouth to your ear as he hugs you. “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

Stepping back, he watches as his words force your lips to part. You battle a smirk, toying with it, chewing it, before displaying an eye roll.

Then, Javi feels you slide your hand into his, bodies so close to being flush, your breath doing a dance over his jaw and neck.

“I think we can make it dirtier. Can’t we?”

Pausing, he tilts his head, brow arching—watching you just smirk, far more devilish than angelic.

And, Javi suddenly wishes his jeans weren’t as tight as they are.

where have you gone, one of your colleagues is eyeing me up

Well, maybe you should try being less good looking.

funny

I’ll be one second, got caught coming out the bathroom by someone from finance.

do you need rescuing

You gonna throw me over your shoulder?

if i do that i’ll be carrying you home

This is why you’re the devil and I’m the angel, my thoughts are pure.

if I put my fingers between your thighs i bet your body says otherwise

Javi!

Handing him a cup, you tap yours against his, shooting a wink.

He doesn’t miss the way you eye him—not at all in a way different to the one he’d been getting from your colleague earlier.

“¿Te estás divirtiendo?"

Sliding closer to him, you press a kiss on his cheek. Angling yourself, the front of your dress moving, shifting, forcing his eyes to drop to where some of the glitter has fallen across your collarbone and cleavage.

“Such a bad girl.”

Smirking, you take a sip. “Angels don’t just fall from heaven for anything, or anyone, Javi.”

There’s a retort brewing—readying on the tip of his tongue—but someone approaches. A snort escapes you before they call your name.

He’d met so many of the people he’s heard things about—having been able to stitch faces to names, to hear their actual voice, and not the one you adopt when you’re telling him stories about your day. But this person's name doesn’t come to him with ease, nodding, agreeing it was lovely to meet them too.

Javi listens to you wish them a good weekend, hugging them, your wings brushing against his side as you do.

Then, the two of you are alone once again.

The whole night, between speaking to people, the two of you have traded in whispered angel and devil jokes—deviousness coming to him with ease, your eyes sparkling, somewhat twinkling as you hear each of them. Sometimes, your retorts silence him, rendering him useless—forcing you to slide more in front of him, his fingers digging into your hip.

Fuck, he wants you on his lap now.

More so, as the punch thins out and the party dwindles—some excusing themselves for home, for better offers or fraternisation with other departments—and the two of you are left him to a corner.

We can go soon. If you want?

Your eyes meet his, hands stroking up and down his arm—soothing, calming, genuinely wanting him to choose.

We can go whenever you want.

The two of you standing, his hip flush with yours, the scent of your perfume doing a swirl in his nose, watching as you smirk against your cup.

It’s hard not to feel that familiar surge inside him as he watches your lips. Because he never tires of you, is never bored of just admiring and observing.

“What you thinking about, cariño?”

The look you shoot him is one of pretend innocence. He can tell. He’s become an expert in you—both in the subtle shifts in your expressions and the way your body talks to him.

“Just thinking, that if I’d thought about it more, you could have come as a pencil and I could be your crossword,” you smile. “Y’could have spent the evening filling me in then.”

He’s mid-drinking when it hits him, making him choke, and splutter.

Your smirk rises as you bring the cup to your lips. “Two can play that game, Peña.”

“Touché, baby.”

For a moment, he lets you be smug.

Let it grace across your features, teeth peering out, eyes twinkling under the unflattering fluorescent light—that you still manage to look stunning under.

“Or, I could have come as a vampire,” you continue, eyes averting, a smirk desperate to grow, “I am really good at sucking.”

He almost crunches the cup, his head tilting, eyes burning into you as his brain fills with thoughts—ones that almost ravage him. Smother over the purer ones he keeps forcing himself to manifest, innocent things he’s yanked up so he doesn’t get a hard-on in the middle of your work office party.

Because you’re dressed as a fucking angel.

“Did you want to see my desk, Javi?”

“Is it far?”

Shaking your head, you drain your cup, placing the empty in a nearby trash bin as you offer your hand. Leading, guiding him, pointing out little things that offer some clarification to stories he’s listened attentively to when the two of you have eaten.

“It’s just in here,” you announce, pointing to a closed door before the two of you enter.

As soon as the door clicks shut, his palm is against the wall—caging you in, his body close. Your laugh light, airy, brushing over his face as your fingers slide up his cheeks.

The two of you are flush, but not so harshly against the wall to crush your wings. He wants them intact, needs them to be there later.

“You like my costume, baby?”

He groans, tightening his grip on your waist. The light from the hallway splays across your face—illuminating your eyes as you stare up at him. Noticing the usual flecks of lust and need that swirl whenever the two of you are like this.

“You thinking innocent thoughts, cariño?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Your fingers tangling into his hair, his hips light in their efforts to press you against the wall. The air tightening, anticipation building, and building. It all layering, more so as his fingers drop, tracing under the hem of your dress.

His lips curl, the tip of his tongue dragging across his lower lip. “I like your office.”

“Bring back memories for you?”

Snorting, he grins. “No. I didn’t… I didn’t do that.”

“You want to?”

He considers it. More so when your lips slant back across his, when you whimper lightly when the kiss deepens.

Javi traces his finger over your thigh, half-tempted to slide it further up, skate it over whatever fabric you’ve chosen to wear between your thighs.

But he stops himself, halts.

Instead, he slides his fingers back under your chin, tilting it up. “Rather take you home. To our home.”

He watches as your smile curls up, lips pursing, eyes flicking down before meeting his. “Take me home then.”

Your fingers lightly flutter along his cheek, the top of your nails scraping gently against his skin, into the hair above his ears.

“Not to be a devils advocate, but we don’t have to wait until we get home, do he?”

Smirking, he lets a soft laugh exit under his breath.

“Seven letters,” you whisper, teasing his hair in your fingers, “Highest point.”

He kisses you. Pressing his smirk against your lips, feeling yours emerge as he does.

“You’re a real fallen angel, aren’t you?”

Snorting, you slant your mouth over his, likely wanting one more before the sea of goodbyes and see you in a week have to be said.

“Fallen straight into you, though. No regrets from me,” you add.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, Javi mumbles, “Not from me either.” Hands sliding around your waist, stealing another moment. “Need you to keep the halo on.”

Tilting your head, you pull from his lips. Breaths dancing, shared between the two of you.

“Wanna see how long it takes until I can fuck it off your head, cariño.”

Grinning, your tongue sweeps over your bottom lip. The slightest of head shakes. “Think you knocked the real one off my head ages ago—when you made me moan your name down the phone.”

an: if you have any ideas of what our pairing can get up to, let me know. i can't promise I'll always write them, but you never know.

[sydneymykah]

☆MY FASHION ICONS☆

How to turn influence into originality

I think everyone should have at least 2 - 3 different fashion icons. Whether it's an artist, model, designer, fictional character or even cartoon. It's these influences that can help build upon your own fashion sense and style. Relating and gravitating towards certain people can help us decide how we want to present ourselves to the world. Help us find our inner confidence shine through to the physical. Taking bits and pieces from other influences to make something completely your own.

This post is in three sections

1. How finding your influences can help you find your style

2. My icons and their style

3. How I use their influence to find my own original style

(Also I use fashion icon and style icon interchangeably. The basis is just someone who’s fashionable and has a style you feel inspired by)

Lets get into it

FINDING INFLUENCE

Maybe you watched a movie when you were younger and a character dawned an outfit that has stuck with you forever. A specific show or movie has stayed with you simply because of the fashion alone. You discovered that you would give anything to dress like the people you grew up seeing on your screens. To a celebrity's iconic street style or a characters impeccable fashion choices. What we naturally gravitate towards is what inevitably ends up being our main influence. Knowing what we are inspired by helps us figure out how we want to represent ourselves. Today I'm focusing on fashion and style.

If you're someone who wants to figure out what inspires you I'd suggest to go explore all genres of films and tv. Regardless the decade I bet you, you will find a movie or show that resonates with you in terms of fashion/style and aesthetics. Pinterest of course is also an amazing place to look for inspo. Especially if you already have an idea of what you want but need expanding upon it. Environment also affects inspiration. I've seen people's style and how they express themselves completely change because they moved abroad or just simply to a new city. I hope people who read this who are in an environment who cant express themselves the way they want are able to find a place for them someday. If you cant find an environment physically, I'd suggest finding one online. Twitter communities, Tumblr and discord servers pertaining to your interests can help you extremely.

Now, people might struggle to take what inspires them and make something of their own without looking like a straight up carbon copy. Not knowing how to build a style and not look like they're wearing a costume. What I've found to be helpful is to start off by noticing patterns with how your influences dress. If one is a celebrity you can probably find interviews of them talking about the style you're trying to implicate. If it's a character(s) there's a high chance there are YouTube videos and even tiktoks dissecting their style. The best part about this is that you can pick and choose what you like and what you want to try out.

That is also how you eventually find your own style through influence. You have to do things through trial and error. I know that makes people wince because they don't want to look ridiculous but it's true. The main thing you need is confidence. And if you don’t have that fake it till you make it sis. I can think of many people and celebrities who started off one way and evolved into the icons they are today. To people like Rihanna, Bella Hadid, and Sabrina Carpenter. Even with them you can see what influences their style. Rihanna (who has gone through many fashion phases) once being very heavily influenced by 80's UK British punk rock style and Americana. Bella recently being influenced by vaquero and cowgirl chic fashion because of her current cowboy boyfriend Adan Banuelos. Sabrina being very influenced by baby doll aesthetics, lingerie, and 60's style of clothing. You can see with all of their influences they're able to make it theirs. Of course they have stylists to help them(not to take away from their own creativeness) but you can still find ways to help yourself.

Even I am in the trial and error stage. Finding out what I like and what my current influences wear that I want to try too. What helps me is making mood boards and finding pieces that look similar to the ones my inspirations wear. It’s important to note that just buying statement pieces won’t help you build style because it’s harder to create different outfits with them. Basics are VITAL. So don’t overlook them when dissecting your influences. Let me show you how I dissect the patterns and fashion sense my fashion icons have and how I use these as blueprints in figuring out how I want to style myself.

MY ICONS

FRAN FINE

Played by the fabulous Fran Dresher, Fran Fine was the main character in the extremely popular and iconic sitcom of the 90's "The Nanny". Fran being a flashy girl from Flushing Queens who stumbles into a nanny job taking care of rich bachelor Maxwell Sheffield's three kids. The shows main plot is the will they won't they dynamic between Fran and Mr. Sheffield and how unconventional of a nanny Fran is.

Her unconventional yet charming nature reflects in her many iconic outfits. Many pieces being traditionally sophisticated like blazers and turtlenecks are made more flirty and tempting with mini skirts. Frans style didn't shy away from any sort of color, texture or pattern. Wearing things that range from a brick pantsuit, a rainbow sequined strap dress, tiger print blazer and mini skirt set, many bright colored fur coats, and full vinyl and leather matching sets. Her main inspo to her fashion seems to take from 60’s and mod fashion trends. Especially with her big hair and headbands being her main choice of accessory.

Frans typical silhouette would consist of some sort of turtleneck or vest. If she wore a vest it'd usually would have some sort of blouse underneath (collared or another turtleneck). Her bottoms would either be fitted pants, a mini skirt, or a mini dress. Frans signature shoe was a classic pump heel and would usually wear some sort of stocking or tights with them. (usually black) Occasionally she'd switch out the pumps for a boot that would either be reminiscent of 60's mod or just a regular heeled boot. Fran loved a matching set so typically her skirts would usually match her jackets. Her jackets typically being cropped or regular sized blazers. A lot of them being fur trimmed.

CHER

Cher is a famous musician, actress and Tv host. She was the IT girl of the 70's deemed " Goddess of Pop" and was known muse for the incredible Bob Mackie, one of my favorite fashion designers.

Cher was known for her impeccable and ground breaking style. She was unique and was never afraid to dress outside the box. Proudly showing off her stomach and wearing very risqué mesh outfits. Cher's approach to fashion was like a hybrid of bohemian, Disco and old Hollywood glamour. The main thing I think of when it comes to Cher is how she was almost always decked out in sequins and diamonds. Forever sparkling and shining in the cameras. Looking like a colorful disco ball. Cher was also known to not shy away from feathers, furs, and metallics. Considering she can technically be considered a showgirl and had her own popular show filled with musical numbers it makes sense for her to wear that sort of fashion.

Cher's classic silhouette was usually some sort of form fitting, skin showing dress or two piece. She would start off covered in some sort of shawl or jacket that was usually fur or covered in feathers. Then she would reveal her outfit. Typically the outfit would show some a lot of skin, usually her stomach, chest and arms. She was almost aways wearing cross body dresses and tops. a top that would wrap around Chers chest but still show off her core and arms. If Cher wasn't wearing a dress with this type of top she was wearing flared disco pants/Bell bottoms. Similar to Fran, Cher never strayed from interesting patterns and designs. Both very flashy and fashion forward women who knew how to light up a room with just their style alone.

JEM

Jem, from the 80’s cartoon "Jem and the Holograms" is the lead singer of her pop rock band of the same name. Not only that but she’s also secretly Jerrica Benton, the groups manager and owner of her late father's record label starlight music. Jem's 80's fashion can only be described as truly outrageous along with her big pink hair.

Jem of the Holograms was a unique show not only for its premise but because the main cast almost always had a new outfit every episode. Jem didn’t have a consistent silhouette but her outfits were adjacent or the inverse to her alter self. Jerrica being more conservative and covered while jem was more flashy and glamourous. Like a rock star should. One thing consistent with jem were her colors. Pink being her iconic color along with purple, light blue, fuchsia, and yellow.

Jem wore everything from pant suits, bodycon dresses, ball gowns, evening gowns, trench coats, matching sets, and bodysuits. All with 80’s trends like shoulder pads, fingerless gloves, popped collars, patterns like polka dots, layered necklaces, and mini skirts (one reminiscent of tutus artists like Cyndi Lauper and Madonna would wear) The one accessory that stays consistent with her is her gem star earrings and if you notice in the show are the bands symbol. In many of her outfits she dawns a star shape or pattern

*Note that not just Jem inspires my fashion tastes in the show but other characters as well. The other person inspiring me second to her is her antagonist Pizzazz who I've opted as my alter ego. especially considering Jem wears pink and Pizzazz wears green, (opposite colors)

CREATING YOUR OWN STYLE

If it’s not obvious based off the three examples I gave, I like dressing like the brightest thing in the room. The star. The showgirl. The main character of you will. I like to be dressed up even if I’m the only one doing so. So naturally I gravitate to people (or characters) who dress like that. Showgirls like Lola Falana and Josephine Baker inspire me too. Now what I do is take the inspirations and make a mood board. You might've seen my "The Vibe I Bring to the Function" post. That is one example. I've created many moldboards of the type of style I want to have. By taking those influences I notice the similarities between them then make a base line. Here's what I've noticed with mine:

Sequins and rhinestones

Feathers and fur

Leather/Vinyl

Figure hugging

Skin showing

Bodysuits

Turtlenecks

Fitted Blazers/Suits

Flared pants/Bell Bottoms

Matching skirt/pants and jacket sets

Animal Print

Bold Prints/Patterns

Cross body/Halter tops

Bold and bright colors

Then I take this andattribute it to what I know looks good on me. Like certain accessories. for example headbands and bamboo hoops (usually in gold). Speaking of you should also learn your colors. Coincidentally Jems colors are actually some of mine. Especially the color pink. But like I said above trial and error is how you soon figure out what works for you and what doesn't. I used to have a romper body suit once that was baggy with spaghetti straps. The pants were hemmed with elastic so it looked like sweatpants… That's when I realized that if I wanna wear a bodysuit it looks better if its form fitting and flared at the leg lol. Asking people what looks good on you helps a lot too. A lot of the stuff I figured out looks good on me is because I consulted some good friends. When it comes to my environment I'm in an astrology discord chat with some close friends and long story short I'm associated with peacocks so I consider that into my style as well. I'm also from the south so southern inspired outfits also intrigue me. I take this all and experiment with it. I currently have a bunch of animal prints in my close to a peacock corset to an orange velvet bellbottoms. This is only the beginning.

At the end of it all it comes down to experimenting, finding what looks good and realizing that what you gravitate towards. Learning to style yourself is as easy as looking up the basics on YouTube and building on from there. Your icons in fashion will help you get to the direction you want and one day you’ll see how much you’ve developed.

Also ALWAYS remember that you’re in charge here. You can change whenever and whatever you want. You don’t have to find your style and stick with it forever. Like I mentioned before Rihanna has been through multiple different fashion phases, we’re seeing the same with Doja cat as well. Your influences now can be completely different later. Whether it’s your environment or tastes that change. Whatever you find in life that influences you. So today I might be dressing like a 70's showgirl the next a man-eater vampire. Still me at the end of the day. And whoever your icons are, or whatever your inspired by at the end of it all should be reflection of how you want to express yourself.

✧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Xoxo, Sydney Mykah -☆

[mewhenimanangel]

bunny ᕱ⑅ᕱ | geto suguru, gojo satoru

— synopsis. you and shoko go out to gojo and geto’s halloween party. it becomes so much more than you thought it’d be

༉‧₊˚. content!: au - college, halloween party, alcohol, drunken sex, making out, neck kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f+m! recieving), vaginal penetration, praise, biting kink, aftercare

— ⊱☆⊰ word count: 2.7k

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: this was originally going to be a gojo fic but i got carried away

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you blended your blush as you downed a second shot. shoko got dressed in her girlified patrick bateman costume, a cigarette sat on her lips while she looked for her lighter.

you were getting ready for a halloween party gojo's frat was throwing. you were going as a sexy bunny - dressed in tiny white bloomers with a fluffy bunny tail on the back, a white tube top, boots, and a headband with bunny ears.

"want a shot?" you asked her as you poured your third. "isn't that like your fourth one? and then you're still gonna drink at the party" she playfully scolded you. "says the nic addict" you joked. "fair" she rolled her eyes. "we should get going" you said, checking the time.

"you're not gonna be cold?" she asked you as she put on her costume's jacket. "it's like a five minute walk i think i should be fine." you shrugged, putting your purse on your shoulder.

you closed your dorm door behind you and excitedly made your way out.

you immediately regret your decision on no jacket when a cold breeze blew over you making you shiver. "that's what your ass gets" shoko giggled. you scoffed, hugging yourself warm.

you were outside and the music was blaring, people were spread out on the lawn. inside, the party was packed full of people in various costumes, drinks in hand, dancing, and singing. a few people here are there were smoking. people were playing drinking games and taking pictures. the lights were off and the room was decorated with colorful led lights, halloween decorations, and buckets of candy scattered around the room.

you held onto shoko's hand and made your way to the kitchen where drinks, food, and snacks were laid out. everything seemed so planned and organized you knew there was no way gojo and geto were in charge.

you poured yourself a drink and shoko grabbed a brownie from the tray. "hey ladies you made it!" you heard gojo's voice from behind you. you turned around to find gojo and geto dressed in tuxes with sunglasses on. "hm and what are you two supposed to be?" shoko asked, lighting a cigarette and passing one to geto.

"men in black duh" gojo crossed his arms. "and what are you supposed to be y/n, i see the bunny ears but you're hardly wearing any clothes" gojo eyed you with a smirk on his face. geto put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug. "lay off satoru, i think she looks nice" he smiled.

you've known the guys for a while, being introduced to them by shoko a few years ago in highschool. you considered them your friends, although you did find gojo a pain in the ass, and were particularly attracted to suguru. they were flirty with you, geto not as much as gojo but you never really thought it meant anything.

"i cant argue with that suguru." "lace too? sexy" gojo bit his bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shorts.

"i have to assume you guys didn't set this up yourselves?" you asked, downing your drink. "of course they didn't, i did most of the work" utahime scoffed, coming up behind the guys. she was dressed in brown top with overalls and cowboy boots, a cowboy hat atop her black hair that was braided in two pigtails. "oh of course" you nodded, not expecting much from them.

"these are really good by the way" shoko told her. "kento made them actually" she said.

"hey guys!" itadori came up behind you guys with megumi and nobara. "yuujii, what are you guys doing here?" you moved to hug the group. yuuji was dressed as a firefighter, megumi as edward scissorhands, and nobara a spy. "yeah isn't it like past your bedtime?" shoko joked. "i told them they could come." gojo shrugged.

"gojo you invited kids?!" utahime deadpanned. "yeah but they're cool" he smiled, throwing his arm around megumi. "oh but they're just babies" you squeezed yuuji's cheek. "have fun but i swear to god, no drugs and no alcohol." you stuck a stern finger out at them.

"aw y/n loosen up" gojo held your shoulders. "let them have some fun, you know how stressful tech is" he added, going up to the group. he turned them around and pushed them out of the kitchen "have fun guys, just don't get too crazy!" he yelled after them.

you spent with shoko and utahime, taking pictures, drinking, and dancing. haibara occasionally danced with you guys and you tried your best to keep an eye on the three teens before gojo eventually drove them home, each with their own big bag of candy.

at this point, the alcohol had taken over your body giving you a high. you were whining your waist and grinding on anyone and everyone, just wanting to have fun tonight.

"i'm gonna go get another drink" you told shoko and she nodded. you went into the kitchen to pour another bottle and grab a drink from their fridge to mix with it when suguru walked in. "hey pretty girl, was looking for you" he came up and leaned on the counter next to you.

"mm why's that?" you smiled, sipping your drink. "just wanted to see my favorite girl" he smirked, his hand grazed your thigh as you stood in front of him. "you're real touchy lately" you gave him a look. "just wanna feel you" he chewed his bottom lip.

even though they've always been flirty, geto's always been the more subtle one. and something about being alone, the alcohol flowing through your body, the slight faded look in suguru's eyes and his hand on you felt like so much more than harmless flirting.

"what?" you said, pressing your lips into an awkward smirk. you topped off your drink and put the cup down. geto's eyes flicked down to the drop on your lip and he moved his thumb to wipe it off.

"jeez, sugu. you look like you wanna kiss me" you joked. “maybe i do" his thumb stayed pressed on your plush lip. "do you want me to kiss you y/n" he asked, standing straight. you looked up at him and nod your head.

you leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling away to look at him. "wanted to do this for so fucking long" he hastily kissed you back, hand laying on the side of your neck while the other held your waist.

your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. his tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips moved in sync, your lipstick smudging at the sides of his mouth.

"woah!" you heard from behind you. you pulled away and turned to see who it was. "sorry guys, left my phone in here" haibara awkwardly chuckled before walking away.

you turned back to geto, you and him chuckling. "can we go to your room?" you asked him, hand playing with his hair. "you sure you want to?" you bit the bottom of your lip and nod your head before he interlocked your hand in his and guided you to the stairs.

you stepped behind him into his room, unzipping and stepping out of your shoes. his room was neat and organized which was nothing unexpected from him.

you rest your purse on his desk and leaned up to kiss him again. his hands moved through your hair, thumb caressing your cheek.

he let go of your mouth to kiss and suck at the pulse points in your neck, making you sigh with pleasure. you bit your lips at the feeling of his lips sucking when you felt him lightly bite your shoulder eliciting a moan from you. "you're into biting huh?" he smirked.

you undid the buttons on his tux jacket easing it off his broad shoulders. you latched your lips onto his neck returning the favor with a stronger bite. "not necessarily but you seem to be" you smirked back, feeling his dick grow hard against your thigh.

he kissed you again, this time more rushed and needy. you pressed your hands against his chest while his hands roamed your body playing with the hem of your shirt. "if you want it off take it off" you whispered.

he was quick to follow instructions pulling the top over your head allowing your tits to fall free. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, silently telling him to play with it. "you're so fucking beautiful" he whispered.

he squeezed it in his hand, twisting and playing with the small bud between his fingers. he lift your boob to his mouth sucking and moving his tongue over your nipple. you whimpered at the sensation as your hand tangled through his hair, bun finally falling free.

he moved you to his bed and laid you down. his hands hold onto your thighs, they're large and controlling but so soft against the plush of your skin. he pulled your shorts down tossing them to land somewhere on his bedroom floor.

he pressed his thumb at the crotch of your panties and your mouth parted at the pleasure places on your clit. "jesus babe you're soaking, we haven't even done much" he teased you. "please sugu, want you to make me feel good." you pleaded.

"of course baby, spread your legs for me" he pulled down your panties and massaged your clit with his thumb. he moved down on his knees and came face to face with your cunt.

his lips latched onto your pussy ripping a gasp from your throat. "fuck" you sighed, moving your hands to his hair.

his tongue worked over your cunt, pointing when it moved over your clit and flatting when he sucked at your folds. his hand held onto your hip while the other played with your bundle of nerves.

your moans were like music to his ears and you noticed him grinding his hard-on into the side of the bed.

the suction of his lips combined with the licking of his tongue was driving you crazy. "fuck sugu, feels so good" you whimpered. your hand got lost in his hair while the other squeezed at his pillow. his mouth is rough and needy for every part of you.

his fingers ease past your entrance, curling in your core. the feeling of his tongue and lips on you and his fingers stretching you out was mindnumbing and your moans grew louder.

"you taste fucking amazing pretty girl" the vibrations of his words felt heavenly against your walls. "don't stop sugu m'gonna cum" you whined, voice light.

he looked up in your eyes as a go ahead and the tension in your lower stomach eased as you came onto his tongue. he lapped at your cunt and pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to your lips. "taste yourself pretty girl" he smiled watching as you brought his fingers into your mouth and your tongue swirled around them.

"you're still wearing clothes" you frowned, kneeling on the bed to unbutton his shirt. he loosened his tie and threw it somewhere before pulling his shirt off.

you ogled his incredibly toned torso rubbing your hand over his abs. "jesus sugu, you been hiding all this?" "cant believe you've been hiding all this" he said, hands grazing the contours of your curves.

he continued letting you undress him, sharply inhaling when you grabbed his dick through his boxers. your eyebrows raised in excitement at how hard and heavy he felt in your hand. "you were pretty tight baby you sure you can take it" he smirked. "i can take it" you bit your lip.

you pulled his boxers down and your eyes widened at his size. you pumped his dick with your hand before you took the tip in your mouth.

you licked his slit and smirked when you heard him whimper. you took all of his length in your mouth. you moved your lips up and down his dick using your hands to help you jerk him off.

"fuck y/n your pretty little mouth feels so good" you heard him praise you as his hands held your hair. you couldn't suppress a sloppy moan when you felt him hit the back of your throat.

you used your tongue to circle his tip and groaned when you felt him pull your hair and pull out of your mouth. "cant wait anymore. wanna fuck you" he said, hurriedly grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

he laid you down and lined himself up with your entrance. "fuck!" you moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you. "what's wrong baby, you said you could take it" his eyebrows raised. moving your hair out of your face.

once your walls adjust to his size he picks up the tempo. your legs lift, giving him more access to your core. "fuck sugu~" you moaned. his hand traced up your body to your neck softly choking you.

when you whimpered he grinned "you like being choked pretty?" he asked as he pound into you. you gave him a pleading look and nod your head.

your moans grew louder, filling the room mixing with the sound of your sex and the faint music from downstairs. his thrusts go deeper making you cry out. "you're so tight baby, fucking milking me dry" he groaned.

"you feel fucking amazing" he moaned. he let go of your neck, kneeling back. he scooped your hips up in his arms, arching your back off the bed.

his dick hit deeper inside you as his thrusts sped up. he held onto your hips, fucking you crazy making your mind go numb. his thumb circled your clit eliciting a breathy moan from you.

he fucked himself into you, bed frame beginning to shake. "oh my god!" you cried. "that's not my name baby" he smirked.

his hand moved up to play with your nipple before landing on the side of your neck again. he squeezed harder this time making you pant.

"love your little pussy, it's like it was made for me" he said leaning forward to kiss you.

your nails left scratch marks along his back, sending him crazy. you moved to bite along neck and collar bone leaving small bruise with your sucking.

"suguru i'm gonna cum" you whined. "cum baby, cum all on this dick" he growled in your ear. "go ahead, wanna see my pretty girl cum" he watched as your eyes rolled close and your chest heaved up and down. "good girl" he said kissing your forehead.

the sensation of your walls pulsing against him had him coming shortly after. he leaned down to kiss you again, this time soft and gentle. you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you and got up.

"i'll be right back" he said before walking to the bathroom. he came back with a small wet towel and cleaned you off, eyes not leaving you for even a second. he left again and came back in a pair of boxers. "you have your own bathroom?" you asked him, leaning up into your shoulders.

"called dibs on this room the second we got here. wasn't sharing a bathroom with those idiots" he chuckled, grabbing a water from his mini fridge.

he came to sit with you and handed you the water. "thanks" you said before swallowing down almost half of it. "well i should probably get going now" you shrugged, standing to find your clothes.

"wait" he held your arm. you looked at him confused "stay." he said, more imperative than a plea. "what about the party?" you asked. "fuck the party, just stay" "o-okay" you hid the smile that dared to spread across your face.

he laid back against his pillows, arms pulling you to follow. you softly giggled at him pulling you so close. "why do you want me to stay" you asked, looking up at him from his chest.

"i like you, y/n. if it wasn't obvious before i'm saying it now" he said, moving your hair from your face.

you giggled and hid your face in his chest "i like you too sugu"

[puppygirl-panopticon]

So im browsing a costune sight for fun at work (cause im bored out of my mind) and i get dome kinda morbid facination with how many different ways they have tried to do "sexy cop" on the same website, but heres the thing. It displays the costumes in a way where you will have pages and pages of like, yassified white women in costumes followed by one just DUDE like a normal guy just standing there look at this

This is just one of many examples ive procured for you today, please enjoy the rest under the cut followed by perhaps some commentary

Okay so heres this

Now another thing im a very big fan of is the way they name things "mystery dude" in particular really fucking gets me

This kinda shit is everywhere just, girls in basically nothing and then a guy dressed up as juse like a movie character or a genaric manly figure see below

(Also there is an example of one of the many many cop costumes, which i have a fucking beef with they all look the same until they dont and then you end up with THIS)

WHAT IS HAOPENING HERE WHAT IS THAT LITTLE HAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IS IT I DONT UNDERSTAND

WHAT IS IT

I dont understand, moving on to a personal favorite

Now this.

This i thought about leading with but its honestly so special to me i had to hide it down here.there is so much to talk about

A. The puzzler

When i was in highschool, i once thrw together a costume for a party in about 20 minutes and it was basically something like this except i was wearing a button up shirt and short shorts and an enormous tie and i called myself "the questioner" basically this is nothing like that but i wanted to talk about how i made a free costume that i think was funnier and better then this one which was somehow retailing for

$111.95

At some point.

B.

I dont have anything else i think i got it out of my system

Next we have the ninja pictures

I like these because i have two of them

And i like to imagine that they are body guards flanking these two beautiful women

I cant fit anymore pictures in this post so consider urself spared from further harrassment

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[cleromancy]

the fact that preboot jason never found out tim took jason red robin costume once he "got fired" (-tim, only in the privacy of his own head)/"graduated" (-dick, well-meaning)/"got thrown out with the other garbage" (-damian, hilarious)/"left" (-tim out loud, ignoring them both)

the way tim (reliable narrator) was like. yeah this costume is already tainted and i have to be willing to do morally gray things to prove bruce is alive. so thats why im wearing it. because its tainted. this is the most logical course of action and also the only reasonable explanation i retroactively landed on for a decision i already made

tim also having no way of knowing what the universe jason GOT THAT COSTUME IN WAS LIKE OR WHAT BRUCE DID FOR JASON IN THAT UNIVERSE

and its like well MY interpretation is that. yeah of course he wants to take on one of the outcast's identities to bring bruce back. and then of course hes going to just hang it up when bruce comes back because hes going to stop feeling like an outcast just as soon as bruce comes back and everything goes back to normal. This definitely doesnt signify a major change in the status quo or his role in the family (he *is* still family they signed the papers and everything, they gave him the name, it wasnt just pity its real hes still family he *is*, he hasn't been cast out, he *hasnt*) or his priorities or-- its temporary. when bruce comes back everything is going to be better and he wont need this suit anymore and hes going to hang it up just as soon as he stops feeling this way and everything is going to be fine.

smash cut to bruce upon his return doling out one (1) hug and immediately fucking off on a globe trotting vanity project and Tim just left staring after him like Oh. okay

(and like bruce was never like. going to be able to magically fix anything even if he *had* any interest in doing so. this was not a reasonable expectation tim had. some of the shit tim is losing his absolute marbles over does not actually even *need* to be "fixed." to be excessively clear.)

anyway i think jason "do you really think youre that good" "so work *with* me" "join me. be my robin" todd deserved the chance to really gleefully dig his fingers into every single one of those sore spots. GO FOR IT JASON. MAKE HIM WORSE

also like. god battle for the cowl was so unserious on every possible level but can you imagine if dick at the time had been like "i still cant figure out how he GOT OUT OF PRISON. he used the jla codes! how did he even get those!" and tim (guy who gave jason the fucking codes in robin 182) was just like

yeah. weird

[heartyearning]

sick and tired of seeing people use zip ties for boning. listen to me i am a costume designer stop using plastic which does not hold your shape (the whole point of boning) you do not need to buy proper coiled boning or anything: go to a hardware store and find flat metal tension spring (google tells me that's what it's called, unfortunately i also don't know what its used for in hardware store related things so i cant describe it if that isnt the correct translation, soz) you can get a roll of 15m x 4mm tension spring for about 15 euros where i live and then you just have to cut it with metal shears (you can use a regular cutting pliers probably but if you have metal shears you will be happier) then either file down the edges a bit if you're genuinely gonna wear it a lot, or you just wind some tape around the edges to make sure putting them in the channels isn't gonna rip your fabric and anyway now you have an actually functional boned garment. go to a hardware store and show them this pic btw:

^ this is what you want. also bc this is 4mm wide around stress points like closures you want to make 2 channels right alongside each other and put in 2 pieces of tension spring for stability

[murdrdocs]

idk if you have already written this since im a new follower but i was wondering if you can write where bimbo!reader puts on the ghostface mask with like sexy lingerie and ethan EATS IT UP.

i love your writing sm! and i understand if you dont wanna write this :) i literally cant get enough of your stories lol

a) thank you for following me and appreciating my work !! b) i would love to write this for you *rubs hands together* no smut i'm lazy

When Ethan walks into his room to see you holding a white mask in your hands, his heart rate immediately increases. He pauses in the doorway, his hand still wrapped around the knob, one foot inside of the room and the other out.

He's about to speak, maybe play it off and pretend the mask doesn't hold any significance to him, or tell you that it's not what it looks like. You speak before him.

Your head lifts, your lips in a pout, when you say, "You had one this whole time? And you didn't tell me?"

Ethan, completely confused, steps into the bedroom and lets the door swing closed behind him. He looks over you, noticing how you're only wearing his hoodie and a pair of boots. You both were supposed to be getting ready for the frat party that Chad was insisting Ethan go to tonight, something about getting the true freshmen in college experience. Of course, Ethan couldn't go without his girlfriend, which made Chad even happier as he not so subtly insinuated that Ethan should get laid tonight.

But you didn't look party ready, save for from your neck up.

He licks his lips and approaches you. "What're you talking about?"

You hold the Ghostface mask up directly beside you, your free hand singling out a pointer finger to point at the mask. "The mask, Ethan!" you say like it's completely obvious. Ethan's starting to think that it is obvious, and he's just not picking up on it. His throat gets a little dry, and his eyes get shifty.

He's thinking of something to say but again, you beat him to it. "You knew I was looking for one for Halloween. For tonight!"

Oh yeah. That.

Ethan did know that, but he was so enamored by your nails clacking along your keyboard and the way your new perfume smelled and the way your glossed lips parted as your perfect teeth smacked on your minty gum. You were overwhelming his senses, so he could barely focus on your smooth voice detailing your Halloween costume options.

"Shit, 'm sorry. I didn't know about that." Lie. He reaches out to splay his hands over your waist to cover up how horrible he is at lying. "Maybe next year?"

You lean into his touch, but your head tilts as if you're not understanding him. "I can wear it this year, too."

Ethan watches as your hands reach down to the hoodie, pulling it over your head carefully as to not drop the mask. His brain short circuits as he sees what you're wearing.

It's barely anything. Mostly because you're not wearing actual clothes, just a set of lingerie that Ethan hasn't seen before, most likely a new purchase.

"See this is what I was gonna wear, E," you say it through a pout but the words barely meet Ethan's ears. He's too busy staring at your soft skin, the way your tits sit in the bra, the way your thighs look, the way the panties hug your hips.

You're still talking, but Ethan's hands are already back on your waist and trailing down to your hips.

"Well I wasn't going to wear just this. I didn't wanna look like a total slut. So I have a little skirt I was gonna wear. You know the tiny one that almost shows my ass? Ethan?"

He hums, letting you repeat the last of your sentence. "Mhm," he says when you finish, the noise acting enough as affirmation for you to continue.

"Would that look cute with this? What'd you think?" He doesn't answer. "Ethan."

"Baby, I'm sorry. But I'm not listening to anything you're saying right now."

The admission makes you heat up, not from anger but from the opposite. Knowing that Ethan is always listening to you, and the only reason why he's not right now is because you're distracting him with your figure, makes you feel a little giddy inside.

"Do you like it?" Your voice is soft, your eyes the same. He nods, licking his lips and pulling you close enough that you can feel the bulge forming in his pants.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"Sure it's not too much?"

Ethan's leaning down now, his hands circling around your back, obviously itching to grip your ass. You push yourself against him, free hand resting on his forearm, giving it a little push as a go-ahead.

"Not too much at all." His hand finally inches down and he takes one of your almost-bare asscheeks in his palm, squeezing it before smacking it.

You giggle, your head knocking against his chest. Ethan lifts one hand to encourage your head to leave his chest only so he can kiss you once, twice, thrice, then one more that's longer, a little more heated, but he wills himself away.

"Can you put the mask on for me?"

Your eyes are staring up at him, so big and wide, you're clearly eager to please, hence why you don't question it and instead nod, leaning up to kiss him one more time before you're pulling the mask over your head, prepared for whatever Ethan has planned.

[isadollie]

'competition' ft. vampire! choso

jjk 2024 halloween event | masterlist

— vampire! choso x fem! reader; club and partying, andd it could be slightly spooky if you will:3

— a/n: finally we're here!! the last fic from my halloween event!! i was quite excited for this one, i cant lie. thank you for suggesting a vampie choso @miauchu !!<3

you looked around the club as you took another sip of your drink. you decided to take a little break from all the dancing, so you sat by the bar. a little satisfied smile was on your face. the place was decorated neatly; spider's webs around, a few pumpkins and balloons. it looked cute.

but you were there for a reason other than just dancing and drinking. you were there to win.

all because the club decided to organize a little halloween competition. the rules were simple, have the best costume and the prize is yours. to be fair, the prize wasn't anything luxurious; just some sweets, a coupon for a free drink and a bunch of other things. but the thought of winning was thrilling enough.

you looked around and smirked to yourself. there were so many people, maybe even more than a hundred, but so far none of them had a costume like yours. you spent the last few months preparing it, making sure every detail is perfect. and it seems like no one here will be able to beat it. the win is yours.

you thought so, unless your eyes stopped at a certain person. the man was quite handsome, you thought. but his costume? he was dressed as a vampire, and the clothes looked straight from a few centuries ago. do they even make clothes like that these days?

a small shiver ran down your spine when the man suddenly turned his head and looked straight into your eyes, almost as if he could feel you staring. when you saw him approaching with a frown on his face, you cleared your throat.

"uhm... hello." you chuckled nervously, a bit embarrassed that he noticed you staring at him. you fixed your hair slightly. he was even prettier up close. "you look... good." you complimented, but a hint of jealousy was there in your voice. he was your competition now.

"could you tell me what's going on in here?" his eyes looked deeply into yours, making your heart skip a beat. "who are all these people? what are they doing here? and.. what are they wearing..?" you tilted your head slightly, and then chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

"yeah, that's a good one. but don't think that if you act like you're back from a few hundred years ago you will win, yeah? they only judge the costume, not behavior." you crossed your arms, observing as his mouth hanged open in surprise, two sharp fangs visible in the club's lights. they looked so convincing.

he was ready to say something else, but you silenced him. it was time to reveal the winner of the competition. you put on a small smile on your face, with intent to look your best when they say you're the winner and all eyes turn to you.

but it never happened. and your smile was soon replaced by a frown, when they didn't call your name. "choso kamo" was the name that came out of the presenter's lips. the guy in vampire costume, still standing next to you, looked up with surprise. figuring out he must be choso, you gave him a little push towards the stage.

choso accepted his award with an awkward smile, which made you roll your eyes. he was looking around and he seemed all nervous and confused. despite being mad after your loss, you felt a pang of sympathy for him.

soon he was by your side again, eyeing his prize. "why did they give me that?" he asked curiously, and you sighed. "do you really not know? why did you even come here?" your voice was a bit more harsh than you intended. but you regretted your tone when you saw those eyes, staring at you with vulnerability, as if you were his only hope, the only person he saw.

you noticed how pale he looks. "come with me. you need some fresh air, i think..." you led him out of the club and into the dark night. he took a big breath. "better?" you asked gently, leaning back against a railing outside.

he nodded, his eyes roaming across your features, making you blush slightly. "you know... this costume of yours is very... realistic." you gulped, watching as he walked a few steps closer. "this dried blood on your shirt.. and those fangs.. they look so real." your voice was getting more quiet with each word. choso tilted his head with an adorable smile. he didn't seem so confused anymore. "so that's what i won, huh? that's cute."

his smile turned into a smirk when he noticed the way you're looking at him. he slowly leaned down. your breath hitched, but you couldn't tear your gaze away. "you know, it's been a while since the last time i-" he cut off, biting his lower lip. you didn't expect to be kissed by a handsome stranger on this party, but you weren't exactly complaining.

but just when your eyes started to close, you realized he's not looking at your lips, not leaning towards them. his head was moving towards your neck, his mouth parted, fangs now on full display. you could feel your heart racing, but you didn't pull back. turning your gaze slightly towards one of the club's windows, all color drained from your face.

you only saw yourself in the reflection. when you understood what's happening, it was too late. you could already feel two sharp needles digging into the skin of your neck.

[kittyadore]

Hi Hi 👋🏼 can you please do an earth 42 miles x reader when it's Halloween and they go out trick or treating together 💟

halloween

—𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴

—𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 1,4𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, thank u so much for the request !! i had fun writing this, i really think e!42 miles is a cutie. sum e!1610 miles coming soon hopefully, please leave requests so i know what you guys want to read. also thank u so much for the 140 (i think) likes under my previous post, as its my first ever, it means a lot to me💝💝

As October descended upon Brooklyn, whispers of Halloween's approach filled the air. Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't contain your excitement for the upcoming festivities. But Miles, with a furrowed brow, scoffed at the idea, preferring solitude over celebrations.

Undeterred by Miles' grumpiness, you decided to transform his home into a magical realm of Halloween delight. His mother approved of your brilliant ideas, so the boys' opinion couldn't change anything. Armed with a vivid imagination and an overflowing box of decorations, you set out to infuse the flat with the spirit of the season.

While you took your time adorning his bedroom with ghostly figures, cobwebs, and some pumpkins, your boyfriend observed you from a distance, a skeptical expression etched on his face. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as your enthusiasm filled the air.

Subsequently, you transformed the living room into a haunted haven. With Rio's help, you strung orange and black streamers, hung paper bats from the ceiling, and carefully arranged a display of glowing jack-o'-lanterns. Miles' grumpiness wavered as he watched your infectious excitement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

As the evening came, you turned your attention to cute couple Halloween costumes. You spent hours crafting intricate outfits-a brooding vampire for Miles and a whimsical fairy costume for yourself. Miles grumbled about the discomfort of wearing a costume, but deep down, he couldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes, even though he tried to fight it.

"You're trippin, ma." The boy intervened firmly as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not wearing that, no way." The sharp tone of his voice struck through your heart, slowly breaking it into pieces. You knew he wasn't the type to participate in adorable couple activities, but you didn't understand why couldn't he spend his time with you, at least during such fascinating time.

"Oh come on, Miles, why not?" You pouted, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a disapproving gaze. You were sure of his opinion, but deep down, you still had some hope, that the captivating season could soften his heart, even the tiniest bit. "It's like you don't love me anymore, Miles. You never do anything fun with me, we barely even spend time together. You're always out doing your 'important work', putting off our plans" You snapped at him, with slight wrath audible in your voice

"I get it, you might not be a fan of all those 'cringy' couple activities, but please, can't you enjoy your time with me for once?" You continued, your gaze shifting from his face to his torso. You could notice the confusion on his face, as you weren't the type to talk to him like this. "But alright, if you don't want to, I can just go out with someone else. You have fun here"

Miles made his way up to his bed, sitting down beside you, letting out a sigh, as he entwined his hands with yours. Staring into his eyes, you could see them filling up with agony, clearly hurt after hearing your truthful speech.

"Look, mami. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough time lately, you know, I just cant explain it. I want to keep you safe" Your boyfriend started the same answer you hear every time you would bring up his job. It was different though, he never really genuinely apologized to you. Sure, a quick 'my bad' or 'i'll do better' usually left his mouth, but you've never heard him say 'i'm sorry'. He put his head down as he continued.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, you know I'm not happy about me canceling our dates either. I can dress up and go trick-or-treating with you, ma. I hate seeing you like this, I'll do better, princessa."

Miles stole a quick kiss on your lips, then on your forehead as he got up from the bed, reaching over to your Halloween costumes. His lips shifted into a soft smile as he felt a wave of warmth strike through his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you two emerged from his house, you adorned in vibrant fairy costume that shimmered under the moonlight. You fluttered your wings, casting a spell of enchantment that swirled around Miles.

Miles, reluctantly participating, donned a simple costume, a bloodthirsty vampire. Deep down, he couldn't resist your excitement, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within him, as you took the lead.

Hand in hand, you set off into the moonlit streets, where houses were adorned with cobwebs, glowing pumpkins, and haunting decorations. Children, disguised as witches, superheroes, and ghosts, giggled and chattered as they darted from door to door.

You, with your infectious laughter, skipped ahead, your voice like a melody in the night. Miles trailed behind, his grumpy attitude slowly giving way to the passion he hadn't felt in years.

At each house, children eagerly showcased their costumes, their eyes shining with anticipation. Your eyes danced with delight, and your laughter filled the crisp autumn air. Miles, though initially skeptical, found himself chuckling at your excitement, realizing that Halloween held a joy he had long forgotten.

As you continued your journey collecting candy, you arrived at a house unlike any other. It's porch was adorned with shimmering lights, and a melodious tune drifted through the air. You approached, your hand entwined with your boyfriends' and your eyes wide with wonder, and rang the doorbell.

The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man dressed as a magician. With a flourish of his wand, he produced a basket overflowing with candy. As he handed you a treat, he leaned in and whispered, "May the magic of this night bring joy to even the coldest of hearts."

Miles was taken aback by the man's words. Perhaps there was more to Halloween than he had ever realized. A seed of enchantment had been planted within him, sprouting into a newfound appreciation for the night's festivities.

Eager to share this newfound delight, Miles' coldness dissipated like mist in the morning sun. He engaged in playful banter with fellow trick-or-treaters, admiring their costumes and sharing in the joy of the evening.

As the moon reached its zenith, you approached the final house on your route. The porch was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, complete with floating candles and mystical creatures. Your eyes sparkled, and Miles' heart swelled with anticipation.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a woman dressed as a fortune teller. Her voice was soft and melodious as she greeted you. Miles exchanged glances with you, feeling as though you had stumbled into a magical realm.

The fortune teller handed you each a small, golden envelope. "Open these when the clock strikes midnight," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

With a sense of wonder pulsing through your veins, you and your boyfriend bid the fortune teller farewell. You made your way back home, your pumpkin buckets filled to the brim with sweet treasures.

As the clock neared midnight, you sat on the couch, in the decorated living room. With a hushed countdown, you opened your golden envelopes in unison.

Inside, you discovered handwritten notes, each containing a heartfelt message from the other. Words of love, appreciation, and gratitude spilled from the pages, filling your hearts with warmth.

You and Miles exchanged smiles, your souls intertwined in a magical moment. You realized that the true enchantment of Halloween was not just in the costumes or treats, but in the bonds that were strengthened and the love that was kindled.

As the clock struck midnight, Miles took your hand in his and whispered, "Thank you for showing me the magic of this night, ma. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you and canceling our dates so often. If they are as amazing as this one, it will never happen again." Your eyes shimmered with happiness and you let out a quiet laugh at his words.

Under the moonlit sky, the two of you shared a tender kiss, the magic of the night enveloping you. In that moment, you knew that love, laughter, and the spirit of Halloween would forever illuminate your lives, casting away any shadows of coldness that may try to linger.

[suntoru]

a/n: hello lovelies, how are u doing? im currently getting off my lazy ass and working on prompts right now <3 this fic was made for @dabis-nipple-rings, thank you for making a request!

warnings: fluff, a bit of swearing, gn! reader

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“doll, what’re you doin’?” dabi rasps. you’re practically choking him with the tightness of the scarf you have wrapped around his neck. it’s not very inconspicuous to be doing this in a bus stop at 11 pm, but he doesn’t mind.

“hmmm? oh, i’m keeping you warm! you cant expect to wear your slutty little costume and not freeze to death.” “my what?” he glares, his eyes piercing into you. “nothing, nevermind.” you giggle as dabi just sighs, tired of your antics.

he looks down, expecting a normal brown or black scarf, but his eyes almost pop out when he sees the bright pink hello kitty one you’ve chosen especially for him. “i’m not fucking wearing this.” he grunts, tugging the cute scarf off. “what? why?” you whine. “i got matching ones for us!” reaching into your bag, you pull out a identical pink scarf.

“please?” “no.” “pretty please?” “no.” “pretty pretty please?” you beg, putting on your best puppy eyes for him. “…no.” you continue to beg him for the next ten minutes, but he doesn’t budge. it feels like he’s taunting you, and it’s driving you insane.

“fine. sorry for wanting to actually act like a fucking couple for once.” you huff, turning away from him. you stomp out of the tiny bus station, forgetting about the snowy storm outside. the freezing snow instantly stings your cheeks, and it’s so cold outside, your flimsy jacket isn’t of any use. internally cursing at the world, you keep ignoring it until a warm hand pulls you to a muscular figure.

the frame is large, and it wraps around you. the person’s body is cozy and comfortable, and you melt right into it. your eyelashes flutter for a couple of minutes until you realize you’re cuddling with a random stranger in the middle of the night.

“oh shit, sorry sir, i have a boyfrie-” you look up, only to see a familiar head of black hair. “toya?” his eyes don’t quite meet yours, instead looking off to the side. oh. he’s wearing the scarf. you feel your heart combust as you break off into a giddy grin. “you wore it just for me?” you softly speak, but he doesn’t answer you, choosing to pull you closer into him. normally you would’ve been satisfied with that, but today, you feel like teasing him.

“hey.” you poke his cheek, pouting slightly. “look at me.” when he doesn’t respond, you pull his face out of your neck and cup his jaw. his lips are jutted out, his cheeks are dusted pink, and you don’t think he’s ever looked so soft. in that moment, it feels like time has frozen, and you can’t think of anything to say. the snow is still falling, and the air is still frosty, but your heart has never been so warm.

after a while of standing there, you break the comfortable silence in the most dabi way possible. “awww, are you blushing?” “fuck off, it’s just the cold air.”

[ind1c0lite]

FINALLY yall get to see this lmao, basically Ive had an au (??) rattling around in my head where Apollo decides to hire Kay, a private investigator, to help him find and track down his birth mother, shenanigans ensue, some more things abt it under the cut (feel free to ask anything abt it it lives rent free in my head JHKLJ)

-Most likely takes place a year after SOJ- Though I havent actually watched it for myself yet so Im just going off of info from the wiki HGJKHL

-Kay is 26! shes been a PI for about 3 years now and has gained a rep for being VERY good at her job

-Apollo approaches her with basically nO info or leads and while its gonna Make their job MUCH harder, Kay decides to take it on anyways on the condition that Apollo acts as her assistant during this case

-Basically this is just Apollos lil secret mission for himself, he doesnt tell anyone else abt it since its so emotionally heavy for him

-Im not sure exactly /how/ theyd do it, but I do know that Apollos bracelet would be the best bet after looking through way too much paperwork, probably via finding out what its made out of it since its a special kind of metal

- Basically it'd go like: Find out who commissioned said bracelet > turns out it was Magnifi Gramarye > Uh Oh.PNG > Theres only one woman who was in Troupe Gramarye > Apollo crisis whenever he sees Trucy now > He needs more proof though beside that > Kay finds an older recording of Troupe Gramarye, Thalassa is seen out of costume, wearing both bracelets > Well it cant be just coincidence now > He Is Now a lil Magician man > Now they have to find Thalassa > Turns out shes dead > find out that she didnt ACTUALLY die, Magnifi faked her death> not sure how they would get from here to finding out Thalassa is Lamiroir > Also find out that Phoenix has knwon this entire time and didnt tell either trucy or Apollo > mixed emotions over aLL of it but GOD Apollo is just happy to know his mother is still alive

-I like to think that Trucy joins Apollo and kay at some point in their investigation since shes directly involved at that point

-Maybe a small side plot where Apollo hasnt told Kay about the perceive thing and so he knows shes lying about /something/ unrelated to their case (the whole being the yatagarasu deal)

-overall I think Kay and Apollo would be good friends they could ABSOLUTELY match each others energy and it'd be a good time, they're trans girl trans guy solidarity

-It /c o u l d/ be like an Investigations like plot wheres theres different cases that all tie into the greater mystery OR finding his mom is the focus of it Im not totally sure yet hjgkhlj