#I had a dress my mom made one year for Halloween that i wore it was based off of calonial styles becausei was ment to be a ghost from

[perfectwinnerbananadreamer]

When I was in middle school in my English class around Halloween we did a mock trial about Ichabod Crane and the legend of sleepy hollow we read the book watched the movie and got sorted into groups defense, prosecution, wittiness, and defendant the teacher was the judge I was on the prosecution we wrote opening statements ending statements to in the end we were able to convict Brom Bones of murder. It was fun but like what..

#we also did a day where we found biographies and the like dressed up like the people we chose #I was Ada Lovelace first programmer ever #I had a dress my mom made one year for Halloween that i wore it was based off of calonial styles becausei was ment to be a ghost from #colonial Willamsburg #sleepy hollow #class trial #ichabod crane #we also watched the twilight zone #talking Tina

[emilysslvt]

Halloweekend

Halloween was always your favorite, and even though you were a college student studying to be an FBI agent, you always loved to party. Until your professor, Emily Prentiss, saw you extremely intoxicated.

happy halloween everyone, have a good day :) i'll enjoy it being high. веселиться 🥂

warnings: swearing, smut, drinking, smoking

Halloweekend was your favorite time of the year, to dressing up slutty, going to frat parties, and drinking like you're 16 all over again. Since you started criminology, you never really did stuff like that anymore. But your best friend begged and begged until you finally gave in.

She sat on your bed, waiting for you to show her your outfit. You didn't want to go too revealing, so you wore a skirt and a cropped shirt. You went as Freddy Krueger.

You told her to open her eyes, and she clapped. "Oh, yes! Finally, something other than your boring regular clothes. We are going to have the best night tonight!" She exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, "thank you, Max. Just what I needed tonight. My professor has assigned a lot of work, and I need to relax." Picking up your purse, you held your hand out for Max and she gratefully took it.

"Professor Prentiss again? She never gives you a break! Always on your ass and no one else's." Max huffed, as you both left your dorms and made your way across campus.

You laughed slightly, "I know. Today she yelled at me because I was on my phone, but some kid was on his too and she didn't say anything to him. It was a text from my mom, I am usually never on it."

Max shrugged, "maybe she has a crush on you." You slapped her arm, and she laughed.

"Yeah, right. She's too professional for that. But I wouldn't be opposed to it, she's so fucking fine." You admitted. You always had a small crush on her, no matter how intimidating she was. In fact, that made her so much hotter.

You and Max continued your conversation until you got to the frat party. You easily got in, as you both knew who was in the frat. Plus, they loved young hot women.

As soon as you got in there, you were handed shots. Max hit her shot glass against yours, and you both downed them. It was like that for the next 3 hours. You had lost count on how many shots you had, and how many times you lost Max. She always did that at parties, you should've known by now.

It was almost 2am, and you had classes in the morning. Once you came to the realization, you made your way out of the house. Not without stumbling, and almost dropping all of your shit. You hated walking alone, but you knew Max was definitely with some guy. You were on your own for the night.

Half way to your dorm, you needed to sit down. You were tired, and about to pass out. You sat on the grass, grabbing a cigarette from your bag. You lit it, and sat there smoking. Yes, the grass was dirty and gross but you didn't care at the time.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You heard your name, and you opened your eyes. You looked up at the mysterious woman standing in your view, and your mouth slightly dropped.

You put your sober face on, which wasn't convincing at all. "Oh shit. Professor Prentiss!"

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing outside at 2am smoking a fucking cigarette?" She asked, bending over to get a better view of you.

"Oh, well.. you know. Regular Saturday night." Your words slurred, barely making any sense.

Your professor looked frustrated, and she sighed. "Come on. Get up." She held her hand out for you, and you took it. As she pulled you up, you stumbled and dropped your cigarette.

You were sad, looking down at it. "Aw man. I can't believe I dropped it." As you went to pick it up, you almost fell right along with your cigarette. Your professor immediately grabbed your waist, holding you in place.

She sighed, holding you up. "How much did you fucking drink? Where is your dorm? And why are you walking by yourself? That's dangerous, and you out of all these students should know that." Your professor said, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

"Hahaha I don't really know where my dorm is. And my friend is definitely being fucked by a frat guy right now." You said, giggling to yourself. You barely made any sense, but to yourself it made sense. Well, barely.

"How do you not kn- you know what? You'll stay at my house until you're sober." Your professors tone was off, she sounded pissed. But at the same time, you were too drunk to notice. Or care.

The rest of the night was a blur, you fell asleep on your professors bed but you couldn't remember that. You woke up the next morning, cursing at yourself from how bad your hangover was.

Once your eyes were able to open, you realized you weren't in your dorm. You started to panick, thinking the worst. Up until your professor walked in with a cup in her hand.

She made her way towards you, placing the cup in front of you. "Thought you might need this." You smiled, taking it from her and immediately drinking it. The warm feeling hitting your lips made you feel like a winter day when you had a snow day.

Your professor sat next to you, watching you closely. "Do you remember anything from last night?" You placed the cup on the nightstand next to her bed, as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

You shrugged, deciding to be honest. "I remember before the party. Half hour at the party. That's about it. I think I blacked out immediately. Max told me I needed to blow off some steam, and so I kept taking shot after shot."

She sighed, running her tongue along her lip as she pulled her lip between her teeth. Your eyes watched her tongue, as you always thought that was extremely hot.

"I found you outside around 2am, you were in the grass smoking a cigarette. You couldn't remember where your dorm was. I hope you know that was extremely dangerous, and there are other ways to blow off steam rather than drinking yourself to death." She went on. You knew she was right, and hearing what you did was a tad embarrassing. Now she knew you smoked, and that you were an idiot for forgetting your dorm room.

"And how do you blow off steam, professor?" You asked, tilting your head. She smirked, shaking her head. She avoided the question, and she stood up.

Your professor stood rather close to you, and you watched her eyes quickly dart from your chest back up to your eyes. "You have class in 45 minutes, would you like to go back to your dorm to get ready?"

"I asked you a question, professor. How do you blow off steam?" You were curious as to why she avoided the question. Plus, you didn't want to leave. The way she made you feel like a teenage girl every time her eye lingered your body, or the way she talked in a low tone.

She took a moment to think. Her lips parted, but no words came out. You watched the smirk form on her lips, "would you like me to show you?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as she leaned over you. You felt her breath on your neck, making you lean your head back a bit.

She grew impatient, waiting for your response. "You need to learn your lesson from last night, don't you think?" She whispered in your ear, as she bit the tip of your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You never wanted something so bad. Scratch that. Needed. "Yes, professor."

Her smirk grew, pushing you against her bed. You propped yourself up by your elbows, as she straddled your lap. "Perhaps you need to be punished?"

"I didn't do anything that bad to be punished, professor." You stated. You knew you did, but arguing with an older woman was always fun. And hot.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to your neck as her hand dragged down your body. "No? So getting drunk to forget your problems wasn't bad, hm?" Her lips grazed your neck, as she got closer to your lips. "Or walking by yourself at 2am? Becoming a profiler, you should know better than that." The gap between your lips was killing you. She was so close, but so far.

Her hand slipped under your cropped shirt, her finger grazed the bottom of your bra making you crave her touch even more. "Please touch me.."

With her free hand, she drew the outline of your jaw with her finger. "Do you think you deserve it?"

At this point? Yes. It was torture. The way she slightly touched you, turning you on by barely even touching you. "No.. but I need you." Your words came out in a whisper, but she was happy with the answer.

Your professor ran her hand along your neck, pushing your head to the side. "Tell me how bad you need me."

You were impatient, you needed her now. "Please touch me, professor. I need you. I crave your touch." You sounded pathetic, but professor Prentiss seemed to like it.

"Good girl." Her hand kept a grip on your neck as she slammed her lips against yours, her knee pushed your legs apart as she pressed it against where you needed her most. The kiss was filled with desperation and lust, the way she bit your bottom lip, how it felt so wrong but yet so right.

Her knee pushing against you made you softly moan against her lips, and you felt her smirk. You loved it when she did that. As she pulled away, she bit your bottom lip. You whined at the loss of contact, but her lips soon found your neck. Your hands found her hair as she sucked on your soft skin, leaving a hickey.

Her hand wandered down your stomach, until it found your the hem of your skirt. She slid her hand into your skirt, and she circled your clothed clit, as she lifted her head to whisper in your ear. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes. Please, touch me. Please."

"Needy, are we?" Her tone was low, filled with lust and dominance. You were so turned on, you needed her so fucking bad. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt her fingertips cirling your clit. Her pace was slow, painfully slow. You were so desperate and needy even though her lips were on your neck, and her fingers were on your clit.

Emily lifted her head, "take your shirt off." As she was still keeping her slow pace, you slightly lifted yourself up, pulling your shirt off. Her eyes immediately found your breasts, and with her free hand she unclipped it, letting it fall to the side of her bed.

Her pace sped up as she slightly leaned over, circling your nipple with her tongue before pulling it between her teeth. Soft moans left your mouth as she sucked on your nipple, and her fingers were working your clit. You never felt so good before, and it felt even better just by being fucked by your professor.

Your head fell fell backwards into the pillows as she slid one of her fingers inside of you, making you moan her name softly. Emily bit your nipple before she moved onto your next one, while she slid another finger inside of you. Her hand hit your clit, making you moan louder. Emily loved the sound that left your mouth, and she pushed her fingers deeper into you, hitting your g-spot.

You felt your orgasm approaching, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach. "Oh, fuck.. I'm going to cum." The words came out in a stutter, as you had barely any thoughts. There was no response from the older women, she just fucked you deeper and faster. Moans and curse words left your mouth, you were so fucking close. Your back arched as you were on the edge of your orgasm, her hand brushing against your clit, her mouth sucking on your nipples, and her fingers so deep inside of you. You were about to cum, but Emily immediately stopped. She removed her fingers from inside of you, and she stopped sucking on your breasts as she looked up at you.

Your professor had her fingers in her mouth. She looked so fucking hot, but you were pissed. You needed that orgasm, and she just stopped.

She sucked her fingers clean, waiting for you to catch your breath. "That should teach you to behave, hm? Maybe next time I'll let you cum. As for now, we have class in ten." Her lips formed a smirk, as she leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. You were mad at her, but her lips were so fucking soft.

As she pulled back, she bit your lip. "There's no time to go back to your dorm, so take a quick shower and meet me in class. Wear my clothes, because if you show up to class like that I'll have to punish you again."

You nodded, and she smiled. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead, and she got up. "After class, I'll be able to take care of you properly. I'll make it up to you, okay?" Her tone was soft, and it made you want her even more.

It was safe to say that wasn't a one time thing. Both of you enjoyed that too much. Maybe it was because it was wrong, but even then it felt right.

#criminal minds #paget brewster #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #emily x reader #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss #lqbtq #smut #fan fiction #fanfic #fantasy #halloweekend #professor and student #maybe part 2?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to wear matching Halloween costumes with my younger sister?

So my little sister (5f) is OBSESSED with the tv show Miraculous Ladybug and wants to dress up as Ladybug for Halloween. The issue is she also wants someone to dress up as Cat Noir (Ladybug and Cat Noir are a superhero duo and love interests for each other for those unfamiliar with the show). My sister always makes someone pretend to be Cat Noir when she plays pretend and I usually go along with her shenanigans. My mom suggested that I dress up with her as Cat Noir, an offer I turned down. Not because I don’t want to dress up at all or anything like that. I really love dressing up for Halloween and it super important to me to make the most of it! 

Part of this comes from when I was younger and didn’t get much (if any) choice in my costume so I desperately try to make up for it when I’m older. For context here is a list of costumes I was made to wear and still bother me; any other years were my choice of 2 Costco on sale costumes that my mom and grandma liked best (never included my first choice and alway looker weird because my parents made me cram them over a thick set of pajamas to stay warm, sometimes with a coat of top)

3rd grade: matching with my toddler (at the time) sister, hella glittery and extra Rainbow Dash dresses, including bright blue face paint that stained my face 4/10 made the nursing home we trick or treated in super happy (fond memory) but made me super embarrassed at school 

6th grade: neon pink one piece pajamas that had a neon purple tail and a raccoon face on the hood. 1/10 Got me made fun of, i literally didnt have any choice my mom brought them home from the clearance section at target and made me wear it, i got called a furry and my middle school banned hoods so it was practically useless, was too hot to be comfortable. 

I had begged to dress up as a Hamilton character and have my 2 little sisters match (one also loved Hamilton and the other was an infant) i even found costumes online and stuff but my parents rejected it because they dislike the fact Hamilton had hip-hop music and were annoyed at my obsession (understandably annoyed but still hurtful) 

7th grade: my moms old cat pajamas, a clip on tail that was all bent out of shape, and a uncomfortable cat headband, all covered in cheetah print and pink sequins on the seams 6/10 still got made fun of, got forced to take off the tail at school because it didn’t fit in the chair properly 

In 8th grade I compiled a collection of things to dress up as a newsies, all from my grandma’s closet or my own. 8.5/10 I loved it at the time, looked bad because i did my own makeup to look dirty and like i had been beaten up. 

In 9th and 10th grade i wore the same elf costume that i begged for 6 months for to match my friends, 10/10 it was pretty and I love it, wasn’t too stoked to have to wear it twice tho bc my favorite part (the corset) didn’t fit last year. 

This year i want to choose something different and new, and something I wont be made fun of for and feel confident in. I’m 16, almost 17 and  have bad self esteem issues. Halloween is like my favorite holiday because i love being all dressed up and being like a character i enjoy. I usually pay for part of my costume and do my own hair and makeup. 

BUT my mom is dead set on the idea that I match my little sister because “i’m getting too old and should just be nice instead of being selfish” or “had plenty of years to have fun, that i should make her Halloween memorable”. When my dad or other sister (11f who also like the show, not to the same degree but does enjoy it) hell even SHE could do it with her but she insists that I should. 

AITA for not wanting to? For potential messing up my little sister’s Halloween?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bouncybongfairy]

You Sure You Can't Come Over?

Danny x Fem Reader

Summary: Y\N and Danny have been going to school together forever. However, after an extreme blue balling encounter on Halloween night, you shoot your shot at hooking up with Danny.

Word Count: 4k+

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You were sitting in your English class patiently waiting for the bell to ring. It was Friday and after an exhausting work week; you were really looking forward to the weekend. Everything was pissing you off today, from your friend's overly perky tone to the fact that the cafeteria didn't have space to eat in. Being November, you'd think the weather would cool down but, unfortunately the summer heat was extremely clingy this year.

"My make-up is literally melting." You said as you walked out of the classroom with your friend Nat. 

"I took my lashes off during P.E., there's nothing you can do to combat this heat." She said, fanning herself with a paper folder. 

"At least this will be one of the last hot days of the summer. It's November so the rainy season is coming, then we'll be complaining about our frizzy hair," you said, causing you both to laugh. Nat pulled her phone out of her pocket and stopped abruptly.

"Shit, my mom is picking me up at the back entrance. I can give you a ride home. You live like.. 10 minutes away." Nat said. 

"No, I want to get some sun on the way home. As you said, I don't live far." You said stuffing your cardigan that you wore to cover your tank top into your bag.

"Alright well, text me if you wanna hang out this weekend!" Nat called out to you as she began to walk in the opposite direction. 

You stick your headphones into your ear before starting home. Before putting any music on you scroll through your snap for a bit. That's when you noticed Danny posted to his story; it was a video. It was him walking alongside a couple of friends, his P.E. shirt was draped over the back of his neck. Sweat dripped from his forehead, collecting a bit on his lip. He tilted his head back and poured Gatorade into his mouth. Some of the blue liquid dripped down from his chin to his neck. His jaw came into full view when he took a drink, before panning over to his friends who were play-fighting each other. 

Butterflies came into your stomach as you rewatched the video. It wasn't like you and him ever had anything serious. The first time you guys ever interacted was only a month ago at Nat's Halloween party. Even thinking about that night made your cheeks turn red. It was the first time you'd ever bought an 'adult' Halloween costume without consulting your mom. Nat's parents were out of town on a business retreat which left the house vacant. You got there in the morning to help her clean and set up. 

"You don't think this costume is too much?" You asked about adjusting the nurse's hat that sat on your hair. Nat came over to you with a look of disdain on her face. 

"Okay.. first of all, you could wear a hospital gown and still look hot. Secondly, it's a pool party, yes it's Halloween but people will still swim. And lastly, Halloween is the time to dress a little skanky. I'm showing more than you." She said giving you a kiss on the cheek before going back to putting several bottles of Pink Whitney and Svedka into the freezer. 

You were wearing a weed nurse costume; it was essentially a sheer mini dress with green trim and a front zipper. It came with a small decorative apron and nursing hat that had a weed leaf stamped onto both. You bought a matching marijuana leaf bikini to go underneath it. Even with a costume so scandalous, Nat's was definitely more provocative. She was literally wearing a leopard print bikini with matching cat ears. It made you feel a little better about your costume. 

"Like anyone is getting in the pool." You said to set up beer pong on the kitchen island. 

"The boys will," She said, closing the freezer, "speaking of boys, you know Danny is coming." She said smacking your ass as she walked by. 

"Is he really?" You asked following her to her bedroom.

"You've been into him forever, I would be a bad friend if I didn't. Not to mention I invited my boothang who isn't my boothang but will be by the end of the night." She said fixing her lashes in her phone camera.

"I'm nervous to talk to him low-key, I feel like it's easier to crush from afar." You said laughing at her,

"Fuck that, after a couple of shots you won't be feeling so nervous. I think you guys would be cute together so please stop acting like you don't want something to happen between the two of you." She said walking over to you and handing you a tube of lip gloss, "But even if you didn't want to fuck with him tonight please still let loose with me?" She finished her pleed by sticking out her bottom lip. 

"One or two shots." You said sternly before breaking out into laughter from Nat's reaction.

You aren't sure what exactly led to Nat grinding against you with a joint hanging out of your mouth and half full plastic cup. The music was Blaring Beautiful Nightmare by Lil Tracy. The crowd inside the living room was dense, everyone was sweating, seemingly unaware of how humid the space was becoming. You pass the joint to Nat who takes a huge drag, blowing the smoke in between the both of you. 

You knew you were pretty cross-faded when you started thinking Nat was right. As much as you hate to admit it you really did need this. Being able to let loose was nice, it was like you could physically feel the pressure of daily life lifting from your shoulders and it felt fucking amazing. Nat passes the joint back and your eyes light up when you realize it's your turn again. You feel Nat pull away from you but you were zoned out, moving your body to the music. 

"Yo! Y|N this is Chris the guy I was telling you about." When you turned around you were surprised to see Danny by his side. 

"I know you!" You giggle offering the joint to him. He laughs and takes it from you before responding,

"Yeah, you're in like three of my classes," He said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. 

"You have been keeping tabs on me?" You asked sarcastically, taking the joint back. 

"Whatever," He joked back before asking a question, "Do you think we could step outside? It's deafening and hot in here." He said having to step closer to you to be heard. You nodded your head yes before finding the front door. Nat had already wandered off with Chris by this time. 

You took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen before heading outside. Grabbing a new solo cup and filling it with a mixture of Pink Whitney and Sprite. The joint now starting to become a roach was starting to burn your lips. You handed it to Danny who put it out on a heavy-duty paper plate. Once you are done, you lead him outside. 

"Sorry I don't mean to take you away from your scene, there was just a lot going on," Danny said, sitting on the bench that was on the porch. 

"That's not really my scene, Nat's my best friend; this is her house and it was important to her that I was here." You said taking a sip of your drink before taking out a thin cylinder out of your bra. 

"Could have fooled me, you seemed like you were really enjoying yourself on the dance floor," He said as you pulled the pre-rolled blunt out of the canister. 

"Yeah, normally I'm not one to party or get this wasted but everyone has their own demons they need to release sometimes I guess," You said, using the Playboy lighter caked in black resin towards the bottom. 

"Yeah, my family is seriously fucked up," He said taking the blunt from you; your manicured hand grabs the solo cup to take a sip.

"Grass is always greener on the other side. I'm an only child and my parents are always gone, they don't even bother with having a nanny after I got my license. Obviously, family drama sucks but... I guess I'd rather be fighting with someone rather than be alone all the time," You said, grabbing the blunt back and taking a deep inhale. 

"Right, you know the saying that's like 'so and so always finds where the grass is greener and that's where they go to pasture' I always thought that was so stupid. Am I supposed to stay where the grass is dead as fuck with their stupid ass?" He said which made you laugh causing you to cough out your hit. 

He laughed at your reaction before grabbing the blunt back. You finish off the rest of your mixed drink before standing up to fix your costume. It wasn't until you stood that you realized how fucked up you were. You stumbled on your footing at first but Danny stood up and grabbed your forearm. 

"Sorry, I'm fine I didn't mean to do that, to like to push you." You said trying as hard as you could to sound sober. You began to mentally beat yourself up for drinking so much but Dan started to speak and it took all your brain power to focus on one thing at a time. 

"No, you're good, do you want me to help you back inside?" Still holding on to your arm.

"Yeah, I feel like I can hear another shot calling my name," You giggle, starting to walk forward slightly swaying. 

"I don't mean to uh, dictate your life but I think you've had enough no?" He asked softly, before you answer you whip around to face him but lose your balance causing him to reach for you. He snakes his arm around your waist, preventing you from falling off the porch stairs. Your body was pressed against his, your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head came to his shoulders, making you crane your neck to look at him. 

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna walk home. I live right up the street. I hate sleeping at Nat's when there's a party; I'm always paranoid that someone is gonna stumble into the room I'm in," You said, grabbing your purse before breaking away to walk down the stairs. 

"I don't think you should walk home like this, the outfit or the inebriation," He said, skipping down the stairs to get in front of you. 

"I know, I know but like I said I live literally a 10-minute walk down the street and I don't want to ruin your Halloween by having to babysit me," You said starting to walk down the sidewalk. 

"Well if it's only a 10-minute walk do you mind if I join you? Just to give me peace of mind that you got home okay? I would want someone to do the same for my sisters, you know?" He asked as he began to match pace with you. 

"Well, aren't you a gentleman," You remark as you start your trek home.

The walk home felt much longer in your head than it actually was. You guys made small talk about school among other things. He ended up hooking his arm around yours because you were still swaying a bit. Considering this was the first time you had formally met it was mostly getting to know the basic things. His siblings, what both of your parents did for work, what mutual friends you had at school etc. He began talking about his music and how he wanted to eventually become a producer. You pulled a mint puff-bar offering it to Danny who huffed on it for a bit. Once you got to your house, you weren't surprised to be greeted by an empty driveway. You walk up to the front door and pull your keys out of your purse. You unhook your arm and trail it down to his hand. 

"Do you wanna come in?" You asked looking up at him; he didn't say anything, only nodding his head in agreement. You lead him by the hand into the kitchen where there was a note on the refrigerator that read: Meatloaf and mashed potatoes in the fridge, will be back tomorrow night for dinner. After opening the Du-Par restaurant to-go box, you shove it in the microwave. You gasp when you remember what you have in the fridge which scares Danny. 

"What is it!?" He exclaimed, turning to your direction, you smiled at him and pulled out your diet coke. His facial expression dropped which caused you to laugh. You relight the somewhat of a long roach and sit up on the kitchen island. You motion for him to come closer to you which he does. He rests his hands on the counter next to your legs. You take a hit and tilt your head back and blow the smoke into the air. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You asked. 

"No," He said smiling.

"Do you wanna hook up?" You asked, pulling him closer to you with your legs.

"I would, but not when you're this fucked up," He said, 

"That's really sweet, you know I've liked you for like ever. I know we're not gonna hook up tonight but I don't want you to think the only reason I asked is because I'm drunk. I think you're really kind, but I like the fact that you're not too soft. In 8th grade, you came in late to 8th period from P.E and you were sweating still. Your hair was dyed red and it tinted your sweat red, it was dripping down your sideburns and neck. You ended up sitting right in front of me and the entire class I literally couldn't get you out of my mind; even after I couldn't stop thinking horrible things to do together," You said hicupping and giggling after. He moved closer to you and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

"I'm not going to take advantage when you're drunk but holy shit you are hot," He mumbled into your shoulder. 

"You seemed stressed, I don't know what you do for stress relief but maybe you could do me sometime?" You joke running your hands down his back. 

"Oh my god," He sighed, biting your shoulder playfully, which made you squeal. You pulled at his shirt causing both of your chroches to press together. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the counter top. You were now standing between the island and him.

"I should get to bed, I have a nail appointment tomorrow morning at 11," You said looking up at him. He laughs and gives you a kiss on the cheek before you walk him out. If you weren't so wasted you probably would have thought about this encounter while laying in bed. However once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

~~~

Thinking about that night made your stomach flip. It made you feel more secure knowing that he seemed to be into you. Your insecurities were telling you it could be because he was stoned or drunk but you tried not to play into that. Once you got home you took a shower because it was so damn hot outside. Once you cleaned yourself up and got dressed you went into the kitchen to be greeted by another note; it explained that your parents would be in Utah for the weekend. You straighten your hair simply trying to pass time till bed. You open your phone and see that Danny posted another story. It was a selfie of him, laying back on his bed with the caption: the things I would do for joint rn. 

You immediately set your straightener down and go to your parents room. Once you walk into the closet you start searching for your dads match box. The weed was practically glowing angelically as you opened the box. You skipped back into your room and started frantically trying to get yourself together. You grab your keys and use your EZ split to cut the wrap open. After grinding the  weed and having a slight panic attack after the wrap ripped a little on you. You change into a short sleeve bodysuit; the fabric on your legs ends at your upper thighs. You grab your phone and sit on the bean bag in your room. Putting the blunt into your mouth and letting the canister lay on your lap. You find Danny's story and hit reply before taking a quick selfie and adding text over the image that said: horrible things? 

You stared at the picture for a couple moments before sending it.The rush of adrenaline you got after was making you sweat. What if he thought you were being too forward? What if he really was just stoned that night and didn't mean to send the wrong signals? What if he had a girlfriend now or was talking to someone more serious? What if-. Your snowballing anxiety was interrupted by your phone going off. On your lock screen you see the message notification from Danny. You smile and unlock your phone before opening the snap. It was him, he was wearing a hoodie and shorts. His backpack on his shoulders and his longboard in his hand. The camera angle was high so you could see his head to his feet. The image was captioned: send your address and i'll be there soon.

Your cheeks flushed bright red and you quickly sent it to him before cleaning up your room. Picking up loose clothes and make up brushes that fell from your vanity as you were getting ready. You brush your hair and examine yourself in the mirror. You were so happy that he gave you the same energy back when you reached out. It wasn't like you were lying, you really did have a thing for him for the longest. I guess when you admire someone for so long they seem to become unattainable. After sitting on the bed for a while waiting, you finally hear the doorbell ring. You almost trip down the stairs to open the door. He was standing there, he was holding onto his backpack straps. He had slid his longboard underneath the bench on your porch.

"Come in," You giggled, which broke the ice. He smiled and walked in still gripping his backpack straps with both hands. You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs, into your bedroom. When he walked into the room laughed which made you whip around. 

"What?" You asked sitting on the bed motioning for him to join you. 

"I expected your room to be girly but damn," He laughed before taking his backpack off and sitting down next to her. 

"So did you only come to smoke or what?" You asked, putting the blunt in between your lips and lighting it. 

"No, I meant it when I said I was into you. I just don't take advantage of girls while they're clearly wasted." He said taking the blunt from your lips and taking a drag. You loved how direct he was with his feelings. 

"You know I literally can't stop thinking about you ever since that night. I can't lie, I thought it was super hot when you talked about how long you've liked me for. It's really sexy to think you've been waiting this long to get with me," He said. 

"Are you gonna make me wait any longer?" You asked, staring into his eyes. They were bloodshot and were making the blue look extremely vibrant. You drop the blunt into an ashtray that was on your bedside table. 

You slide over to him and straddle his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him into a kiss. He groans into your mouth bucking his hip up slightly as you bite down on the bottom lip. You arch your back, pressing your chest into his. It was like you couldn't get close enough to each other. He flips you over so that you're on your back. You move your hands from his hair to his back digging your nails into his upper back. He bites onto your neck which causes him to let out a moan. When you moan his hips buck again, you push him off of you gently which causes him to sit up immediately. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked which made you smile before replying,

"You're so sweet," You said while getting on your knees in front of him. You tug at his basketball shorts and let you tug them down with his boxers. 

When you saw his bottom growth you were shocked at how big he was. He was clearly swollen and practically throbbing, his head peeking out of his foreskin slightly. It was a shade of red that almost looked purple. He had pubic hair but it was clearly taken care of and trimmed. Almost cinematically, there was a drip slowly falling down the bottom of his head. You move your lips so that their hovering just over his t-cock.

"Can I suck it?" You asked looking up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, using his arms to support his body that was almost leaning back. He nodded his head and moved his arm to grab your bun, gently connecting your lips to his head. You swirl your tongue around it which causes his body to go rigid. He moves his other hand and moves his grip from the top of your bun to the roots of your hair. You let out a moan as he tightens his grip. 

He starts thrusting himself into your mouth. In turn you match the flicking of your tongue against his head to match his rhythm. You look up at him and moan at the sight, he was looking down at you with his mouth slightly open. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he were angry and sweat was dripping down the side of his face. He grunts out the word fuck loudly, you could tell he was getting close because he was slowly getting harder in your mouth. 

He uses your hair to pull you off him, a loud pop sound follows as you release him from the suction of your lips. You giggle when you look up and see his reaction. His face was completely red, covered in sweat with his bottom lip swollen from how much he had bit it. He moved his hands from your head to your cheeks before leaning down to make out. The kiss was wet and sloppy because of how much saliva covered your mouth and chin. He pulled away and without wiping his mouth asked,

"Can I finger you?" His eyes were practically black from how wide his pupils were. 

You didn't even give a verbal answer, just stripping off your body suit and climbing onto the bed. You lay on your back, Danny follows and lays on his side next to you. He sets his elbow on the bed and uses his left hand to support his head. With his right hand he trails his fingers down your torso till he's parting your lips. He moans and drops his head slightly when he feels your clit and how wet you were. You arch your back and tilt your head back as he starts playing with you.

You pull him into a kiss and eventually just press your lips to his. You become unable to focus on making out from the intense amount of pleasure. He chuckled when he noticed this and slipped his index and middle finger inside of you. You moan loudly, racking your nails down his back. 

"Ah fuck," He half moaned and half groaned. 

He takes a break from fucking his fingers inside of you and presses his fingers deep inside you and starts swirling them around. You throw your head back in ecstasy, as you press yourself into the mattress he takes your nipple into his mouth. As you began to orgasm you could feel him thrusting sporadically into your hip. You can barely think and you cum, working your hips down on his hand. As your moans lower in volume and intensity he pulls his digits out of you.

He takes off his shirt and wipes you down with it, then himself before taking you into his arms. You guys cuddle in comfortable silence for a while. You almost fell asleep before he started kissing your forehead and face to keep you awake. You turn to face him and bury your head into his t-shirt. Once you are more awake you start rubbing his back gently. 

"When you get the chance, I found this weird book that I wanted to show you." He said.

#fanfic writing #one shot #short fanfic #evil dead rise #transmasc #fem reader #danny evil dead x reader #danny evil dead rise #smut #smoking #drinking #mature #morgan davies #ftm ns/fw #ftm x reader #koby one piece

[valdaycare-au]

The Halloween Update! (since we Mateo Vincent??? MATEO forgot to update the blog.) Part 5

Mateo is the one who is responsible for updating the website but as the last photo is his, allow me to do the honors of updating you with the finale of this... Je ne sais pas, this series? Oui, it seems to be the proper term. Mateo went in as this... hm, how curious. This is... a costume? Really? I thought he was wearing his usual outfit! Madame Ling went in as a nurse—which I was later told that she actually went as Nurse Joy from Pokémon (that surprised me), Kirra went in as Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn (Sasha a fait un travail incroyable!) And you're telling me that... Mateo wore a costume? This is a costume? Who is he even supposed to be? Himself? The colors don't fit him, he looks so... plain. Mon dieu, what a disaster. I thought he was an architecture student? Why is he—

Quoi merde—Mateo?!

Cabrón, chingas tu madre.You think you can just push me off the computer like that, homie?

The hit was unnecessary, connard!

And so is pushing me off the computer, so now I'm just giving you a taste of your medicine! Take that, tonto!

Why, you—?!?

Yes, me! Go back and work in admin instead of taking care of children since you're so bad at it!

If there's anyone who's deathly bad at something, it's you and your idiotic fashion sense! Why not ask the new babysitter for fashion tips since you obviously need some, asshole!

What?! I don't need fashion advice from him, I'm the reason he dresses that way! I told him how to dress!

Have you told him that you're just as violent as your aunt too?!

(They continued bickering until Sasha put a stop to them both—or, more correctly, Vincent was taken away against his will as Sasha carried him on his shoulder, effectively leaving Mateo to finally do this job.)

Um... Sorry about that. You didn't have to see that, haha.

Anyway! If you ask me, I definitely had a blast at our party! It was just unfortunate that we weren't able to post videos and other photos besides the ones we have with our Little Wonders since we needed consent from the parents and the, well, sitter after party is, um... not really available to be disclosed to the public (let's just say that depressed adults are involved). But enough about that, let's talk about my lil' homies!

First things first, I love Pokémon. I still have my original Gameboy cartridges for Pokemon Blue and Red, I collect the cards, I've played all of them and I have very strong team compositions in all of my games! I thought that maybe the kids would like Pokémon and so I dressed up as one of my childhood heroes—Ash Ketchum! No kidding, I cried so hard when I watched him finally become the world champion from the episode from last year. There's news about the series finally ending, too! So it felt appropriate to give a tribute to my own personal hero.

I was planning to bring my very own 'pokémon' to the party (it was just a bunch of my exotic pets, nothing much) because the kids wanted to see them but I realized that, well, the kids are very rowdy and it would be hard to bring them. So instead I made little pokéballs for everyone!

As for my favorite buddies, I like to think that I'm putting them here because they're fun and chill to hang with! They're absolutely cute, passionate, and adorable, no one can resist these little troublemakers even if they make a mistake.

I absolutely adore Tala's sass and liveliness. She would talk to me about the Filipino telenovelas her moms would watch with her and I love her enthusiasm about learning about her culture this way. She's quite the conversationalist, too, as she never runs out of stories!

Jamie was livid when I gave him the pokéball I made and I know mi hombrecito would appreciate what I gave him. He reminded me of me due to his obsession with the action figure and cartoon character KAY/O. He's quite the lively and imaginative kid and I couldn't be more honored to have a little space in the little guy's head everyday and every night when he falls asleep.

And of course, who's going to forget lil' Sunwoo Byrne? Kid's got a huge appetite, she absolutely loves the sandwiches I made her before! I do think it's cute that both her and Jamie are fans of Pokémon given that they bond over watching cartoons and the like! Makes me feel secure knowing that there are still kids who loved cartoons as much as I did—do, since I still watch them now. They're just fun to be around with, you get me?

And unfortunately I was the last one in this batch. Maybe in the future we'll get to have another one to be included in posts like this? I don't know, but this was certainly fun to write!

#daycareval #daycareval-comic #daycare au #valorant #valorant au #daycareval-ask #valorant fanart #daycareval-chamber #daycareval-gekko #daycareval-neon #daycareval-jett #valorant gekko #valorant neon #valorant phoenix #daycareval-phoenix #valorant jett #valorant chamber #halloween

[berylgrace]

won't find out until we grow (percabeth drabble)

i don't care that it's not halloween. shut up and let me be me

"Are you ready yet? Hurry up!"

Annabeth turned back to the mirror, satisfied with the precision of her eyeliner and dabbing a few final touches underneath. Everyone claimed girls took forever to get ready, but whoever had originally said that clearly hadn't met Percy, who had been in the bedroom for far too long. They were going to be late if they didn't leave in the next ten minutes, and the last time they were late, they'd endured hours of ridicule from their idiot friends, speculating on the reasons why.

Percy's voice emerged from behind the door, sounding extremely perturbed. "Annabeth... what is this?"

"Your costume!" She shouted back. "Come on, put it on already!"

"It's so ugly. This pattern is making my eyes bleed."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fashionista. This is what people wore before they had Thrasher hoodies and sweatpants, alright?"

It went quiet; presumably, he knew she'd won, and had given up and started getting dressed. She stepped back to get a better view of herself in the mirror, smoothing out her long, dark hair so it lay flat. Then Percy spoke up again, this time even less certain than before.

"...Even the mustache?"

"Especially the mustache," She insisted, double checking her purse. "No one will know who you are without it."

"I don't even know who this is!"

"He was big in the seventies!" She called out. "Now come on!"

He paused. "Is that... tell me that's not a wig."

Annabeth grinned, glad he couldn't see her. "Well, I didn't think you'd be up for growing your hair out. I'm wearing one too, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is, you look stunning and I look like I should be in jail."

She stifled her laugh behind her fist. "Then it's right. Look, we have to nail this because I am not losing this costume contest to Hazel for the second year in a row. Piper let me know what she's doing, and we don't have a chance in hell unless we commit."

Percy went quiet. "What's she doing?"

"Annie."

"Fuck it," She heard him curse from the other room, "She's capitalising on how cute she is. She's an evil genius. Okay, I'll do it. We have to beat her."

"Thank you." Annabeth shot a quick text into the groupchat, letting everyone know they'd be leaving shortly. "And hey, if you're up for karaoke, we can score extra points with this one duet. Just trust me."

"I always trust you," He grumbled, "That's the problem. Alright. Don't laugh."

The bedroom door swung open. Annabeth bit her lip, hard.

It was better than she'd expected. The bell bottoms, the garish shirt, the pageboy haircut and fake mustache, and better still, Percy's unimpressed expression. A lesser person would've been intimidated, but Annabeth knew better than to buy into his looks - the fact that she'd gotten him into the costume in the first place was proof enough that he couldn't fight her on it.

He joined her by the mirror, sulking even as he wrapped an arm around her exposed waist. She beamed and posed, appraising them as a couple. True to character, almost her entire midriff was bare, with bright colours and stripes leading down to flared trousers that made her legs look a mile long. The long, dark, straight wig was the exact opposite of her natural hair, which she'd braided back and tucked into a low bun as best as she could, but she kinda liked it. The retro makeup she'd been practising certainly helped, and sure, she'd got the better end of the deal - Cher had been a fashion icon ever since she'd walked into Studio City - but in her opinion, Percy made an excellent Sonny.

"Well?"

Percy blinked. "The longer I look, the more I start to like it. Get me away from this mirror."

She laughed. "We look amazing! We have to take a pic for your mom."

"What? No." Percy looked horrified.

"I already promised! Look, smile!"

---

"Alright, alright," Percy's voice echoed through the room, the cheap micropphone giving it a tinny, muffled quality. "You guys are all sadists for enjoying this, so as a thank you for voting me and Annabeth the best costume of the night, we are now going to assault your ears with the cheesiest duet known to man."

"THAT'S MY BOY!" Jason yelled.

"YEAH, GET IT PERCY!" Frank added.

He slipped an arm around Annabeth's waist. "You know, Paul loves this song."

She kissed his cheek. "I know. Piper's recording it for him."

Percy blanched. "What? No!"

"Too late!" Annabeth beamed. "They say we're young and we don't know..."

#enjoy xoxo #my writing #percabeth #couldn't get this idea out of my head. it's just so me #also my dream costume idc

[motownfiction]

gingham

Lucy is in love with her blue gingham dress.

She got it last year, in kindergarten, as an Easter present. The perfect spring dress that made her look just like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, which has been her favorite movie since she was two. Her parents bought her the dress because they knew she’d love it. They also bought it for her to break the news that they were moving away from Connecticut and into Michigan. In just four months, the Callaghans would leave home and make it somewhere else.

Lucy wasn’t sure how to feel. She didn’t have any friends at school, not really, so it wasn’t like she’d be leaving any of them behind. But at least she’d had a year of being in school with the same group of kids who didn’t like her. To think that in first grade, she’d have to start over with a whole new group of kids who won’t like her … she wasn’t thrilled about that. Besides, she was very attached to her room in Hartford. It had a seat in the window, perfect for reading, perfect for wondering what life would be like if she was Dorothy.

But four months later, she packed up that room and got in the moving van, bound for Detroit. Her parents swore up and down she’d love it there. Something about good music, square pizza, and better potato chips. Better something potato chips. Mom and Dad tried them when they were there for their campus visit, and they hadn’t been able to stop talking about them. Lucy didn’t listen much. She held her hands in the lap of her blue gingham dress and thought about how she’d survive a new place.

New place, she thought. Same weird Lucy.

She’s lived in Detroit for about three months now. The air is beginning to cool down, and people are starting to talk a little too much about Christmas. But Lucy’s feeling fine. As it turns out, she’s still weird, but there are some good kids in her class who are willing to overlook that. They’re a little weird, too.

They go to a Catholic school and wear uniforms, so no one really knows what anyone’s ordinary wardrobe looks like. Even when they have casual days, most kids end up wearing school shirts. Walking billboards, as Dad calls them when he drops Lucy off at school on casual mornings.

On the last casual dress day of the school year, Lucy decides to bend the word casual, just a little bit. She spots her blue gingham dress in the closet and wonders how long it’s been since she last wore it. Too long, probably. So, she puts it on and tells Mom she’s ready to go to school. Mom asks if she’s sure she wants to wear that. Lucy doesn’t know what that means, so she’s all too happy to say yes.

And then she gets to school.

And the kids start to make fun of her.

“Hey, Dorothy!” Kim Campbell taunts her from across the room. “Why don’t you go back to Kansas and stop bothering the rest of us?”

“Yeah, Dorothy,” Robby Blair adds. “Where’s Toto?”

Lucy swallows hard, not sure if she wants to cry or start punching people left and right. Before she can make a decision, Sadie – in all her seven-year-old glory – stands up and takes Lucy’s hand.

“I’m right here,” she says. “And we will go back to Kansas. To get away from you.”

At that moment, Lucy decides she’ll never have a better friend than Sadie. She squeezes her hand tightly and smiles, delicate as it may be.

“I probably shouldn’t have worn my hair in these braids,” she says. “I look like it’s Halloween.”

Sadie gently pulls on one of the braids and grins.

“I like ‘em,” she says. “Pretty.”

The bell rings, and everyone in class pretends like they’ve never been mean, never said a bad word about anyone’s clothes. Lucy smiles as she runs her hands down the front of her blue gingham dress.

It is pretty.

(part of @nosebleedclub july challenge -- day xxix. i’m getting there, and soon -- in september -- i’ll be finished with what i started)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: john callaghan #ch: mary callaghan #ch: kim campbell #ch: robby blair #ch: sadie doyle #dynamic: sister christian #year: 1973 #year: 1974

[i-am-literally-deranged]

Bit of a ramble on my personal life that I just feel like sharing right now, and don't particularly have anywhere else to do so. Don't pay it too much mind if you don't want to :)

I've always had a really complicated relationship with my mom. It's been some pretty intense ups and downs, but things have been on the ups more and more recently, and I'm just really happy about that. Grateful for it.

I remember not all that long ago I was moving out with intention to go no contact. She had problems with my identity, had problems with my wife, generally just has problems with everything I wanted to do with my life, and I was about to completely cut her off to pursue that life.

Today she came home from the store excited to give me these Halloween pajamas she found, and they came with gendered monster puns on them, so she got me both sets. A couple weeks ago I wore makeup in front of her for the first time. I was utterly fucking terrified to leave my room like that, having to force myself to be calm and be brave and get it done. And she complimented me when she saw it. And I can't even articulate how that moment made me feel, man. The book I did illustration for just released and she bought 15 copies the day it went public to give to everyone she knows. Somewhat recently she picked up Genshin Impact because she knows I play, and is trying to get more into my interests to have more to talk about. She's planning to celebrate Christmas with my wife and I, and is asking me about what sort of tea she likes so she can make her a custom tea blend for a Christmas gift. We were all playing boardgames together a while ago.

My wife and I aren't actually legally married, we eloped and had a little ceremony and exchanged rings and I took her name, but we weren't at a place in our lives at the time to make it legal even though we were fully ready to commit. My mom started talking a while ago about wanting to arrange and pay for a bigger "Real" wedding that family could be invited to when we're ready to get legally married. I never thought I'd get to have a real wedding. I remember when I was sixteen, my mom and my wife were absolutely at eachother's throats, wishing death on eachother, fighting until the cops got called and shit. It's why we eloped in the first place. And now she says that my name sounds nice all together. The name I picked out, and my wife's surname, and the middle name that I kept from the name my mom once gave me. That she wants us to get to have a proper wedding, and that she always did want to get to take part in a big wedding. She asked me if I want to wear a dress or a suit.

And like, so much of this is stuff I wouldn't have dreamed of a couple years ago. She got me both sets of pajamas, and she's excited for my big wedding, and I'm going to get married in a wedding dress, and wear a suit to the reception. She's trying so hard! She hadn't really been much of a mom to me for a while. At least not since I came out when I was fifteen. And maybe six years of being at all out war isn't something that can be healed by one of being at peace, but she's making SO MUCH effort! I've heard stories about people's transphobic and homophobic parents eventually growing into acceptance, but I never thought that would be for me, you know? But my mom said that I was pretty in makeup, and bought me both pajama sets, and was excited that when I wear the women's set we can match because she got herself one too, and she was teaching my wife how to bake pumpkin pie last month. And we've been getting along! Hanging out with her has actually been really fun!

And I just, it's amazing to have a mom again, you know?? After going through my teen years without one, and then being forced by circumstances to move back home as an adult I came home to find not the fight that I was expecting, but the mom that I had needed when I was a kid. And it sucks that I couldn't have that then, but I have it now, and I'm so glad that I do. I'm glad that I gave her a second chance. I'm glad that she made that second chance worth it!

I'm at a place in my life that I never thought I'd reach. I've made peace with my mother. My wife and I are looking forward to having the "real" big wedding that our family can actually attend like she's always wanted. I'm happy. I've got a real, actual family, which is something that has felt impossible for me for most of my life. And I'm really grateful for that. I don't know why something silly like those pajamas made me so emotional, but they did and it's pretty good emotions.

Anyway, I just needed to reflect on all of that out loud. I've wanted to tell someone about finally having a relationship with my mom, but I can't tell anyone in my real life without risking damaging their opinion of her, which I don't want to do. But hey, that's what internet strangers are for, right?

[jonquilandlace]

My youtube is currently flooded with videos of either -gen alpha wishing they were teenagers during the pandemic -people roasting gen alpha for wishing they were teenagers during the pandemic

As someone who turned 21 during the pandemic, first off it definitely wasn't as romanticized as the people wishing they were teenagers during it are imagining it was (like. my dad tried making me a whipped coffee one time and failed lmao, it was super sweet but no we did not have whipped coffee daily. I never made sourdough. I was struggling through some of my hardest college classes, just now online, was realizing my career path was about to shift entirely (I wanted to be a doctor, folks! And then the pandemic made me realize I did NOT want to deal with either being in a lab or being someone who had to respond to these situations permanently!) and also would regularly have panic attacks on my mom at about 2 am because circadian rhythm was not a thing that exists when you don't go outside and whoops my anxiety meds wore off and I still am not tired! My grandpa died during COVID in a nursing home. He had dementia and absolutely did not know what was happening, but the last time we got to see him was two days before the lockdown began, and even that was because I had heard of a case in the next city over from us and knew we needed to go see him or else we wouldn't get to. Thankfully (I say somewhat bitterly) he wanted cremated, so we finally were able to have a funeral for him last summer. I was absolutely terrified that if anyone in my family got COVID, we would die. We didn't get it for almost a year and a half, but we were exposed twice, and I legitimately cried myself to sleep over it repeatedly.)

But that said. I also feel like,,, the other side of it isn't quite right, either? Like there are things about the pandemic that I do admit to fucking missing. I miss being able to embroider in class. I miss my mom and I doing donut and coffee runs at least every other day because the drive throughs were safe (PLEASE respect essential workers, yall, they got hit so unfairly by this and the things I miss of the pandemic are heavily based on me being middle class and thus having the privilege to benefit from their work). I miss my cat sitting on my lap during meetings, and staying up until 2 am on the regular listening to soundtracks of musicals I'd never heard of before because there wasn't something to interrupt it. My parents are among the lucky few who still get to work from home, but I miss the even slight relief the stimulus checks gave us. As someone whose closest friends have never lived close to me, who live even further now, I miss Zoom game nights that now no one really wants to do anymore. (I will admit for my friend group there might be other reasons, ha, but the essence remains.) I know aesthetics are still a thing, and still a thing getting roasted, but I even loved that first week back to in-person uni, when "style" was so non-homogenous suddenly, when there wasn't a real "trend" because in lockdown everyone had just... done what they wanted! I came back in full Dark Academia blazers and button downs, and I sat across from someone dressed proto-Y2K and someone in cottagecore in my first class, and the difference was so much bigger than what you'd think if I said the same now! I miss the boy in my virtual creative writing class whose gimmick it was to sit next to a halloween skeleton in a hammock like they were roommates! I miss Among Us and Minecraft nights. I miss the (pre-corporate) Ratatouille the Musical phase of tiktok! I miss the sea shanty era! I miss wildlife coming back through cities they hadn't been in in ages, and pollution fading to where cities could see the stars. I miss just... making the best of it!

And yeah, this is absolutely romanticism! It's absolutely a sign of my privilege! But god, it was wonderful to have all this darkness and to see so many people trying so hard to bring back the light! The pandemic fucking sucked! But the human spirit during it was so beautiful nevertheless!

#jonniejonniejonquil #pandemic #covid 19 #im scared to use the real tags but like. i just. i think this deserves to be out there. #i just. think the truth is somewhere right between.

[deepautumncolors]

We had our Halloween dance party this morning! I got up at 6:30 and went to the Y at 7:30. There was a cycling class in the room where our class was going to be, so Cassie, Katelyn, and I got the playlist ready in the room next to it until it was over. Then we set up the black lights and practiced some choreography, and people started coming in around 9. Most of them were members from the regular classes, but it was open to the public so my mom came and so did Cassie’s sister who cuts my hair and a few people I didn’t know. I’d say we started out with at least 15 people, but not everyone stayed the whole time and a few people came in late. Almost everyone wore a costume or some kind of accessory, and we gave them glow in the dark necklaces and bracelets to wear. Some of them sat down in the back and took a break for a while. There were probably about ten people left at the end.

We didn’t have enough Halloween songs to fill the entire hour and a half, so Cassie and Katelyn did a few regular songs from their classes in between. I guess I should have done a couple from when I subbed over the summer. I led LWYMMD, Walking on Air, Monster Mash, and Zombie Zoo because those are the ones that I choreographed the most of. The only one I practiced this morning was Walking on Air so I made a couple mistakes in the other ones, but nobody could tell. It was more like if I forgot something, I just did the next movement a few extra times until I was caught up. And if I messed up something on the first chorus, I fixed it the next time for the second one. My new shoes and socks I got yesterday were so comfortable, and I didn’t have any wardrobe malfunctions or anything. Oh, except the Charlie’s Angels logo that we taped onto our shirts started falling off after a while, so we just took them off eventually (the paper, not our shirts!).

It went very well! Next year we can use all our new choreography again and add the rest of the songs we didn’t have time for. We didn’t get a chance to finish Running Up That Hill or Somebody’s Watching Me, and we also wanted to do Ghost by Katy Perry and The Devil Went Down to Georgia but we didn’t even start those.

I’m kinda sad it’s over after we prepared for it all month, but we only have two weeks until the Thanksgiving one and then we can start working on Christmas!

And I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune" It was the best night, never would forget how we moved The whole place was dressed to the nines And we were dancing, dancing Like we're made of starlight, starlight Like we're made of starlight, starlight

Starlight - Taylor Swift

#personal

[darkdreamtheorist]

Lady in Whiskers & Slippers (Updated 11-19-23)

(Sling Set, 19. October) Back in Cinci-Oh, I struggled to earn small wages doing odd jobs in my awkward teen years. At Human age 13, my limbs shot up like bamboo n my paws were whopee cusions, yet Im still kitten sized compared to Big Rhonda n Aunt Jane (Circene screwd my mom's genetics more than dad screwed her in the motel 6 pool that birthed me! srry TMI). Two of my best gigs boiled to babysitting and the Cactus Joan Revue at Cincinnati Zoo. Sure I liked pouncing thru loops made by my preternatural tail Slink n wranglin livestock by the petting zone in Aunt Jane's Cowgirl dress from her Paris,Texas Runway last spring when she toured w/Coco Banana, the sitting jobs fared better cuz I met some critters as odd as I am, like that pygmy hippo boss baby Benny and his growth formula down by Wall Street, or that shadeling Taz Devil Vincent from Brisbane, Australia. But my recent sitting gig had some skeletons I hadnt noticed til then, n it all came to my sitee Last July.

I took care of a literal cat lady and her litter of 35 for 3 wks in her rustic Rhode Island shack. Her name was Julie Phyllis. 30yrs ago, she was a former resi of Spooner Street with a handful of cats, plus a large tabby w/black stripes she calls Mistress Bengal acting as security for the few dogs that dare cross her sidewalk n lawn. Lately some rowdy kids spouted off tall tales of her becoming a cat herself or that Bengal would take her place if she wasn't fed well enough. Wutever the case, she had gradually gone from Crazy Ol Cat Lady to Crazy Ol Cat IRL 'round Halloween time. They hadnt figured what caused her transfur, say for some strange glowing plants by her yard. Her cats musta rubbed on the leaves which carried bits of Circene spores in'em, then she rubbed her face n hands on their fur, turning her to this light orange Tabby I saw my first week of Nana-sitting, or maybe Ms. Bengal had been Mobilized n took Phyllis' place. Like any bothersome pets in the suburbs, her neighbors had shooed them far out of town, living their next nine lives in that shack. Few things to know bout my time w/Ms. Phyllis 2/3 weeks in: 1-Her signature clothes were a periwinkle bathrobe,small round glasses, n peach slippers in stockings. But as a Barban spinster housecat who could shift from anthro to feral at random, she rips her pantyhose clawing n stretching her toes apart when going full cat. Otherwise she's naked in both her Mobile and Wild stance sans a grey-blue collar on her neck with a tag reading "Bagel" whn goin out,wearin it as if she was that same cat that passed not too long ago. And I no shame luv it! 2-Her cats see her as Queen of the Litterbox given her girth from eating too much Meow Mix n cream, but I see a deluded fat-ass pussy, which is no different than other cats, playin round the scratch post, lappin that saucer of cream n tuna. 3-Litterbox stank n dander everywhere was unbearable 4-A pantry stocked full'o'tuna cans, milk & cream yet she forgets to feed them while gourging on the rations herself, chowing so much Meow mix like Trail Mix n guzzling gallons upon gallons of milk!

All that said, she wasnt a bad client, forgetful n piggy yes, but not awful, n still tho...I cudnt help but shake that we were kindred in some way, dark stripes n glasses aside. Few times we went Out to walk, Julie hung with her Golden Girls by a small pet friendly café, sharing gossip from the pets on Spooner street n out of state, comparing pills n claw lengths, wooing would-be mates at the Petsmart n VFW home. She was almost like family to me, rekindling our bonds after we havnt seen one another for a long time.

Near the end of week 2, I saw some frames of Phyllis with her 'tiger cat' Ms. Bengal almost one n the same at this point, even wearin the confounded collar with the wrong name Bagel. Another frame of that cat corners my eye, with a Persian and Siamese by her side, but she wore an enchanting Viper Green collar. Funny how they look a bit like my aunt n uncle on my mom's side, Muffin & Finch. Dad told me they had another tabby as a friend by name of Bagel, looking way too same-ish as Julie on that big orange Snick couch there by the TV set with all the other cats huddled over for daytime soaps or Price is Right like my inlaws did at the adoption center– ⚡️👓⚡️😳 Oh my...I blocked that thought out as a cub some point, not giving 2¢ about it, but it factors into my lineage with Ma when she left our lives. I was too bashful to blurt out my discovery in front of her cats lest they attack their False Queen in shock. Tho given her short-term memory loss, she wudnt hav known herself much post-TF. Was she Ms. Bengal or Julie Phyllis? TBC

#Joan’s Parck #blog #journal #housesitting #cat sitting #crazy old cat lady #cat tf #KND fanon #shadow monster #taz #lost family members #forgotten memories #family mystery

[shitishouldnotbepostingonline]

Unromantic

Bro really thought he could just ask.

One of my more lighthearted "men are pigs" stories. For a little background, I went to a small school and grew up in a small town my entire life. Everyone knows everyone. My school was an elementary k-6 and high school 7-12. Yes 17 year olds dated 12 year olds. Yes it was creepy. No that is not this story. My class was only about 35 people and the classes above us were around the same.

Small schools have a lot of dances and usually would raise a good bit of money for whatever club needed money. We had a Hawkins dance, Halloween, homecoming, Christmas, valentines, spring and prom. I know I'm missing one but every other month there was a dance. When I was in middle school, it was a big deal. Who you going with, should we sleepover after, should we get pizza before, can you wait for me by the door so I don't have to go in alone because I'm having a panic attack that I over dressed because what the fuck do you wear to a casual dance at 13 and my dad is dropping me off early so he can have a break, can your mom do my hair. Fun fun fun times. Most importantly, drama. A huge night for drama. Miss one dance, miss all the gossip. Miss one dance, your crush might have started dating someone else. Miss one dance, your an outcast for at least the next week of school. I never missed a dance. Commonly you would find me A. dancing B. consoling in the bathroom or C. gossiping. I'll admit I'm toxic, I know and especially in middle school I was horrible. I was a horrible person who was going through horrible things blah blah blah. Every teen sab story. We all did it. I wasn't the worst but wasn't the best either. Life was about being popular, having friends and especially a boyfriend.

So, one of these dances is coming up. It's the homecoming. One that you are definitely supposed to have a date to. I'm single, actually thinking about it, I think this time period was the longest I've been single ever. I'm single and chat up this guy a grade above me. Let's call him Mark. We share a study hall together and Mark's definitely not popular but he is older then me which will give me points on the invisible popularity scale. My first impression was he's kind, funny and dorky so we spark a friendship. We start talking on kik (rip) and everything is normal to a 14 and 15/16 year old texting in the early 2010's. He's a bit odd and talks to me a little weird. I would later on recognize this as misogynistic but I was 14 and it was a different time. Fast forward to the week leading up to the dance and I'm dropping mad hints that I want him to ask me. I was freaking out that I had no one to go with. I was in between friend groups and was kind of at my first "big depression" period. He finally agrees to go with me (I don't think he ever actually asked). I definitely wore him down with constant texting and always saying hi when we passed in the hall. I think the worst part is I didn't like him. I just felt like I need a boyfriend for the attention everyone gives you once you start dating.

We decided (I decided) to go to the dance together. We make a plan and Mark changes it last minute saying he's not going unless I meet him at his house so we could walk together. Mark also made it a point to mention he was home alone. Cool fine no red flag there. At least not to my 14 year old dumb fuck self. The problem being my dad is bring me. Dad doesn't know I have a date. Dad doesn't know this kid and is not going to like that Mark wants me to go over to his empty house. So what do I do? I just didn't fucking tell my father. Waited for dad to leave. Then walked on over to Mark's place. Dumb yes, but if you want to understand how I was raise by people who are hands off or overly trusting/don't care that would take 37 page thesis paper.

I find Mark's house and at this point the dance has started. Did I mention he had the tickets so even if I refused to go over I would not be able to get into the dance. It's cold, I'm in a dress, heels, and I come from a place where it fall is 40° at night. Anyways I knock on the door and he yells for me to come in. When I say that womanly instinct sent red flags off throughout my whole body, I'm not kidding. Rightfully so. I was lying about where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified. I go in the house and shut the door behind me. We just kind of stare at each other until I break the overwhelming silence with a

"are you ready to go"

In which he responds

"a yeah but do you want to chill here for a bit"

Me, confused because I just spend hours getting ready and had a plan of action laid out in my head says

"I mean the dance already started"

This kid, props to how much guts it probably took, asks me

"well I was hoping you would let me eat you out first, then we'll head over".

The only thing I picture now is him hyping himself up all day to ask me that but at the time it was a different feeling. I can not describe in words what the hell was going through my mind. Like what? You can just ask that? Did he just ask that? Like he wants me to just what lay on his bed as he eats me out???? We haven't even kissed, held hands, nothing was leading me to believe that we had reach that level of intimacy. We are not even dating. I do what most women would do in that situation and play it off as he's just joking. I laugh and say let's go in a lighthearted voice. But no he doubles down. I remember think Jesus Christ please stop you are ruining any chance of anything happening.

"So is that a no"

How do I respond with out sound like a dick but also not agreeing because this kids is persistent. So I say as simply and as nicely trying not to embarrassing him

"Oh um I'm not really into that. I was hoping we could just go to the dance"

Then the most awkward walk of my young adult life happened. We did like 2 or 3 slow dances together but I spend most of my time consoling a friend in the bathroom. He tried to kiss me before I left but I think I dodged it with a hug.

So what do you think happened next? I have to see him everyday and we texted like constantly. He may of even apologized for being weird. Friend zone? Ghosted to the best of my ability? Told everyone what the fuck that kid asked me? No no and surprisingly no. I kept it to myself for quite a bit. It felt like to much for me to process at that time to tell anyone. We ended up dating for 2 weeks. Worst 2 weeks of my life. I underestimated just how much people disliked him and was starting to get laughed at for being with him. Which I would take if I actually liked him at all. As soon as we started dating the only thing he talked to me about in study hall was his dick. I mean like hyping it up for me. Acting like I was going to drop my yoga pant right there and just jump on him. I made it 2 weeks and the second week was just because I didn't know how to break up with him. Which I did in person. First time I've ever broken up with someone in person. It was mean yes but all this kid did was talk about his dick for 40 minutes a day. I bluntly said

"I'm not going to do this anymore. You just keep talking about your dick and it weirds me out. So I'm breaking up with you"

That was that. Didn't ever really talk to him again. We weren't on like bad terms but not good ones either. He did date a girl younger then me for a hot minute but other then that I do not think he dated anyone else while we were in school. My mom said she saw Mark an said hi but that was years ago. I still have him on socials and he's been popping up recently which is what inspired me to share this tidbit. I hope he is a bit more romantic in the bed room for who ever he ends up with.

I know I am to blame and I was cruel for potentially leading him on. I take responsibility for my part of being a fucking asshole when it came to petty shit like being popular or seen so by your peers. Funny thing was about this time I start having a new group of friends who were the more "outcast" type. Eventually they would be my friends for the rest of high school. I would blow up every single one of those friendships slowly until graduation. Probably doing permanent damage to all of our mental health along the way. I am not the good guy. In most my stories I have, especially from high school, I am just as much the villain as victim. I know that. If I could go back in time and have a chat with myself, I would. Live an learn.

#sisnbpo #shitishouldnotbepostingonline #unromantic #high school #shitpost

[frogprincesnowglobe]

19 for the game

19: What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

I only remember a few but my absolute favorite is when I was a witch! I was a with a few times because it was my favorite. I wore this adorable little with hat with stars and moons on it! and one of the times I had a little red witchy type dress. One year I was also a basic ghost made from a sheet, and my mom made me a pumpkin costume when I was really tiny.

#ask #ask game

[wallflowerglitter]

I wish I could find the bracelet I made in Girl Scouts. And remember the exact colors of the beaded bracelets I bought my mom when I was a kid that broke all over my aunt’s couch. I wish I could be 100% positive of the color of the cotton candy I had in my moms car on the way back from the fair. I wish I had kept my fuzzy butterfly throw pillow. I wish my aunt hadn’t painted the playhouse my Grampa built for me gray and then got married in front of it to the guy that tried to groom me. I wish my goose berry bushes were still there. I wish my favorite tree didn’t fall down in a thunderstorm. I wish when I go to visit my grandparents it was at their house I grew up in and not at the cemetery. I wish I never had to say goodbye to them. I wish I knew what to do. I wish I knew how to breathe. I wish I knew how to fix everything. I wish I knew the color of the yellow nail polish my mom bought me that Halloween I dressed up as Belle. I wish I could swing and swing and it would take me back in time. I wish I remembered the shades of my gramma’s ugly watermelon lipsticks. I wish I had thought to color match her like I did my mom. I wish I had that iridescent sea foam fabric paint I used to make a macaroni picture for my dad. I wish climbing to the top of my monkey bars made me feel safe the way it used to. I wish I knew what happened to my lucky rock with the golden shamrock. I wish they made ballet slippers exactly like the ones they always used to buy me for adults. I wish I didn’t have the mug I gave my Gramma a few months ago for Mother’s Day on my vanity barely used. I wish I still took naps in my grandparent’s bed before dinner. I wish I still had my childhood jewelry box and not just the ballerina inside it. I wish my purple toy chest with the sliding doors in my childhood closet that I like to crawl in and block out the world and just think and sometimes fall asleep in didn’t fall off the back of my Grampa’s truck when we moved before the second grade. I wish I could remember the green sandals I begged my dad to get me with the plastic dangly gems on them better. I wish I could climb trees and spy on people the way I used to because I was an overwhelmed mentally I’ll child that wanted to be a part of things but from a distance. I wish I could still put on my leggings and daisy tank top and silver/purple butterfly heels whenever I went over to the neighbor’s reunion parties. I wish my bedsheets still had conversation hearts and my curtains still had angels on them. I wish I could wander the woods of my childhood without worrying about ticks. I wish I could go back to the days when Skylar and I would make snow angels in the plastic house at preschool and just lay there and stare for ages. I wish I could go on field trips every time there was a play at the school my mom was going to and she would come and sit with me. I wish I remembered the games they had at the school library computer room. I wish we had assembly every morning before school and sang songs like we did before I moved and everything changed. I wish I was nicer to the boy that invited me to play with him on the first day of kindergarten and became my boyfriend for the next two years and wrote me letters after I moved and ghosted him. I wish I wasn’t so callous and careless with his heart. I wish I remembered my best friend Britney’s last name and the last four digits of Bethany’s house number. I wish Caylee and I still hung out and talked the way we used to instead of feeling miles away. I miss fighting with Garret and jumping on Alex and Jack’s trampoline and beating everyone at super smash with Kirby. I miss long walks talking with Nick and skating at the winter sports park. I miss trying not to get stung by bees picking raspberries by my Grandma’s garage and pretending the pink rose petals in the garden had magic powers with Marlee like the princess and the goblin. I miss the gum ball machine necklace Casey gave me that I wore until it broke. I miss the bead kits I used to be able to get at the dollar store. I miss my Barbie nightgown and my yellow coat.

[bunny-xoxo]

“Please, I’ll Do Anything!”

-DAY ONE-

MINORS DNI 18+

wc: 5.5k

this fic contains dark content

𓂅synopsis: one must make some sacrifices when being chased by a masked man with a knife, especially when it comes down to saving your life

𓂅cw warnings -> dub con, knife play, mask kink, ripped clothing, pain play, slapping, degradation, breeding, fingering, penetration, being chased/threatened, implied mentions/fear of death, very heavy themes

𓂅cast: Levi Ackerman as Masked Murderer

a/n: here is my first piece for my kinktober event! please read at your own discretion since this fic does contain dark content! As always I love your thoughts and comments and if you’d like to be added to the taglist let me know! Also, thank you for your patience with my kinktober works. I am on hiatus but am still trying to put them out in a timely manner. Thank you so much for your understanding and support.

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Parties suck. Your friends suck. Dressing up for Halloween sucks. Halloween sucks. Everything fucking sucks.

Usually you don’t have such negative opinions on the things you regularly enjoy each year. However, it’s hard to think otherwise when your one and only ride, who is also your one and only friend, or rather who was, ditches you at some party you didn’t even want to go to. And now you’re stuck walking home alone and it seems like it’s probably gonna fucking rain.

To top it all off, you’re in heels and your phone died about an hour ago.

You don’t exactly think about these kinds of inconveniences when you just wanna be hot and have fun.

And surely every mom taking their kid trick or treating thinks you’re some whore with the way you’re dressed and walking by yourself. If they weren’t gonna shout it at you as you moseyed by the quirk of their lips and squinty eyes were loud enough.

Prudes.

You only wore this damn leotard with the fishnets because all your other friends did and thought it would be cute to show up as a unit - all adorning their own pair of animal ear hand bands of course.

While the idea seemed a little tacky to you at first, you ultimately gave in, thinking, who gives a fuck? It’s Halloween and I’m gonna get wasted and probably hook up with some douche anyways.

Plus they let you pick the bunny ears, so there was no way you were going to pass up this opportunity.

A silent flash of lighting followed by a quiet rumble of thunder interrupts your thoughts, mocking you and calling you an idiot while your heels clacked with a muted click down the sidewalk.

It was maybe only 15 minutes more of walking before you made it home, if you were quick enough surely you could beat the rain-

Again, the sprinkling of raindrops on the top of your head and shoulders interrupted you. Surely the sky had it out for you.

Rain? Check. Being ditched? Check. Phone dead? Check. Walking home alone in the dark? Check. Having to deal with this all in heels? Check.

Scrunching your face up slightly, you bent at the knees and decided to discard your shoes, opting to hold them in your hand instead.

Fuck it, you’ve lost all shame at this point.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around your body, hoping and praying to yourself that tonight wouldn’t get any worse. It couldn’t get any worse.

Looking up from your feet you couldn’t help but be proven wrong again as you caught a glimpse of your not-so-lovely ex walking in your direction. You knew it was him by the dumb mask and all black attire he so proudly took photos in and posted to his Instagram story, and that stupid ass walk he had.

Not wanting to encounter another speed bump for your night, you did what all smart women by themselves at night do and turned a corner onto a more secluded road.

No judgy moms and shitty exes at least.

But the farther down the road you got, the more you wished it was stock full of them. You quickly realized that you still haven’t seen another side street to turn down, and may have missed a “dead end” sign at the start of this path. If you had been a little more picky, or observant, with your escape route, maybe you would’ve noticed that it was a row of houses within fences. Foreclosed or in the process of construction, who knows.

And this eery silence and lack of porch lights, as well as lack of people, really wasn’t helping your nerves.

Rather than continuing endlessly and inevitably coming across a dead end, you decided it’d be best to turn around now and head back to the more lively option.

And with the rain picking up, and you being thoroughly soaked, you didn’t want to spend anymore time out here than you needed to.

As happy as you were with your decision to trek back, you couldn’t help but let your paranoia get to you. It had finally sunk in just how alone and vulnerable you were.

That was until you saw the man you had only done everything to avoid just a few minutes earlier a couple streetlights down.

He must not have seen you yet, facing away from you and seemingly staring at a house across the street, arms crossed and deep in thought.

He looked broader than usual, he must’ve start lifting more weights. And his black jeans looked more fitting, his thighs filling them out better than before. Maybe making yourself known is a better idea than you thought.

Stopping yourself a couple lights away still, you put on your biggest and brightest smile, shouting and waving in his direction.

“Hey! Is that really you down there?” You giggled and gasped theatrically in mock surprise, your heart tensing a little at his lack of response.

He only turned his head towards you, his stance staying the same, as you were sure he was eyeing you up and down with the way his gaze lingered. You could only tell so much behind his stupid hockey mask.

You took a few steps closer.

“You wanna walk a pretty girl, who’s all by herself and a little lonely, home? I’m sure she could think of a way to repay you.” You batted your eyelashes and smiled, getting annoyed with his consistent silence.

You crossed your arms and huffed loudly, loud enough for him to hear.

“So, like, are you supposed to be Jason or just some general vague masked murderer. I might not be the one to judge on creative costumes but, I’m just saying. You look kinda lame.” You chuckled again, trying to seem more inviting.

Maybe hurting his ego wasnt the best way to get a response. Either way, he was really pissing you off.

Groaning, you started to walk closer to him.

“Look, I’m just getting really freaked out by myself and all my friends ditched me, and my stupid phone died so I can’t call a ride. So, if you could just walk me-“ your voice caught in your throat when you were close enough to get a better look at your ex- well who you thought was your ex.

His height was what caught your eye initially. This man was definitely not six feet, and your ex most definitely was. And his hair, it was pin straight and black, not exactly resembling your exes hair either. And now your mental commentary about his build began to make more sense.

You stood, staring with wide eyes and your mouth pressed into a line, realizing what the hell you just did.

Not only do you not know this freak, but now he knows you’re alone. Not just that, but that your only source of communication, or help, is dead. There’s no one else on this road, and with all these houses seemingly under construction it’s not like there’s going to be any willing and helpful inhabitants you can run to.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to mull over your options quickly. Take the chance and walk past this masked man, towards the busier sidewalks full of families, or turn around and maybe find a side path to book it down.

You should speak.

It’s been too long since you last spoke. He probably knows you’re scared now.

“Oh, sorry man. I thought you were someone else.” You awkwardly laughed and hoped to god he would speak up, maybe his confusion was the reason he chose not to answer you earlier.

You clicked your tongue and looked around as he still left you with no reply.

“Okay, well, have a nice night. And you know, you really shouldn’t be walking around like that by yourself you’re probably gonna scare some kids.” You smiled just a little, hopefully putting enough lilt in your voice to come across as calm, he was only scaring the nonexistent children. Not you.

You were met with more silence as you mulled over your options once more.

Turning his head away from you, he gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

…

Okay?

Sighing and shooting him a quick smile, you decided walking past him closer to the thinning crowds of families would be a better idea.

Your legs felt weak and your hands shook as you gripped your phone and shoes tighter, handling them in a way where maybe you could use the stiletto as a weapon if you have to.

You could smell him now as you got within close proximity, he smelt damp and expensive. Tasteful cologne was unexpectedly wafting off of him in your direction.

Turning your head to look at his back as you walked past, you picked up your pace just a little.

You were getting anxious, you needed to try to talk yourself down.

Okay, you’re okay. Just glance behind you here and there and keep an ear out for-

Footsteps.

Undeniable heavy footsteps were coming in your direction. Not fast, but a steady pace.

Your throat became tight and your eyes stung a little at the thought of this man following you. You wanted to turn your head back to look but your neck felt stiff, fear paralyzing you and fogging your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, or rather trying to between your fast and shallow ones, you glanced back.

Your legs tensed for a brief moment as you stumbled just slightly over your feet.

He was following you.

And apparently in no rush about it. And it was only now that the glint on the blade of his knife, clenched in his fist at his side, caught your eye.

You no longer tried to hide your fear as you turned around and bolted into a sprint, your adrenaline pumping as you took a shoe in each hand, one paired with your phone, praying you’d have enough strength and mobility to defend yourself if you had to. Your arms swung fast in time at the side of your body, the thought of what he might do to you once he catches you pushing you to run even faster.

You kept your eyes focused on the street far ahead, hoping and praying you’d get there in time.

“Help! Help me! Please!” You broke into a sob when you realized no one was going to hear your hoarse screams echo through the street.

And judging by the way it sounded like he was catching up to you, you needed to think of a new plan and fast.

Your chest tightened at the sounds of puddles splashing behind you, undoubtedly coming from him; but something just ahead caught your eye.

A tear in one of the fences guarding the abandoned homes.

It seemed small, but if you were quick enough maybe you could slide in through it just before your attempted captor could. Or at the very least, it could buy you some time to run and find help.

The closer you got, you mentally prayed to yourself you’d be able to squeeze through, and took the chance without looking back.

Taking a sharp turn to your right, you reached your arms through and grasped the metal diamond shaped wire of the other side, pulling yourself through and ignoring the pain of the metal scraping across your bare arms and legs.

You gasped and tripped forward as you made it through, quickly standing up and looking back at the sound of the clanking of the wire against each other.

He was closer than you had thought.

Lucky for you, his boots slid on the wet grass just enough for him to slip and catch himself on the fence before making it through. Groaning, he stood and began to struggle to push his way through the same tear, you looked forward and ran even harder.

What you didn’t consider is what you would do when you came to the back of the property, where you were met with the rest of the fence.

Not having enough time or confidence in your strength to attempt to climb the towering slippery fence, you got a lick of an idea and ran with it, not sure what else you could do.

Shaking the fence back and forth vigorously, you grunted in an attempt to maybe make it sound like you were climbing. And in a last Hail Mary at being convincing, you tossed your shoes over the other side, hopefully making it look like you dropped them as you climbed over.

Not having much time left, you turned around and made a break for the back door of the house, which had thankfully already been busted open, assumingely by the same person who tore through the fence.

Not worrying about who else might be occupying the space, you bolted up the stairs and turned down the hallway lined with a couple doors. Running all the way down until you came across the last one, you opened the door and did your best at closing it quietly behind you.

You took a moment to catch your breath as you looked around you, covering your mouth in an attempt to silence your breathing and cries, and you walked to the far corner adjacent to the door and sat.

You would sit here until daylight when you could leave and look for help in the morning. Or maybe until the cops find you, maybe your friends will wonder where you went and send the cops looking for you. And maybe they’ll find your shoes that hundreds of other girls are probably wearing tonight. Maybe.

Anything, you’ll wait for any sign of a promised escape.

You sniffled and wrapped your arms around yourself again, sitting in silence as you strained your ears to listen for any sign of movement that wasn’t coming from you.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, or if any had at all. But your anxiety was beginning to set in and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d want to stay here holed up like this.

It had been silent long enough, encouraging you to exit the room and take a peek downstairs. Maybe find something to defend yourself, and then try to make a quick escape to the busy street like your earlier plan. It wasn’t the worst idea you had.

You cursed at yourself as the door squeaked at its hinges as you gingerly pulled it open. Taking a deep breath, you stuck your head out from behind the edge of the door to see nothing. An empty hallway, one of the most comforting things you’ve seen in a while.

Pulling it open a little farther, you took your first step outside of the room-

creak

Within a second, your adrenaline began pumping again.

It was a footstep. Surely it was a footstep that wasn’t yours. One that sounded like it came from the stairs.

If it was another person, than they weren’t moving, aware they made a sound too loud. Which really meant, aware you were here.

thump, thump, thump

Your heart began pounding so hard you could’ve convinced yourself you were going into cardiac arrest. Your breathing picked up and became shaky, reminding yourself that no one could hear your heart beating this loud besides you.

Fully apprehensive of your departure down the stairs, you decided to leave the door where it sat, swung halfway open, and creeped back to your corner.

But not before catching a glimpse of a particularly familiar looking gloved hand gripping the top of the stair railing.

Sliding down gently to sit and wait, a sob began to build up from your chest and into your now sore throat.

You could feel the way your lungs ached now from how long you’d been running before, and your eyes began to burn when hot wet tears fell down the apples of your cheek and wet the neckline of your costume. You had nowhere else to go.

You scooted closer to the wall until you could almost smell the mildew from the stained wallpaper, hoping maybe he wouldn’t turn the corner. Just maybe.

But the sound of a heavy, creaking footstep and the sight of him turning the corner and pushing through the door proved you wrong.

You weren’t sure how you’d describe the way you felt. Everything felt frozen, it felt like you weren’t breathing even though you knew you were with the way your chest heaved. The both of you were frozen. He was wide, built well, and he caught you.

There was nowhere you could escape to this time and you surely couldn’t fight him off if you tried; even with the heel of your shoe that you no longer had-

Maybe someone will still find your shoes! That’s right! And you’ll be saved, or at the very least found!

The tiniest fragment of hope built up and bubbled in your tummy. Just maybe.

And then you eyed him one more time for good measure.

He stood feet away from you and dropped your previously discarded shoes loudly at his side, officially pushing you over the edge.

You clenched your fists and broke into a sob. He was now slowly walking closer to you and you had nowhere to go, no more strength left to even attempt to fight him, and nothing you could say-

Your lip quivered at the sudden idea that filled your thoughts, but as the existential dread sunk in as he finally stood in front of you, what wasn’t worth a shot at this point.

“Please,” your voice startled you. It was hoarse and pathetic sounding, but maybe that’s what would get you saved,

“Please, don’t - I’ll, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just, don’t kill me please.” You began to whisper your plea to yourself, having a feeling it was falling onto deaf ears.

His leather boots made a squeak and groan as he crouched down in front of you, head now cocked to the side. And although you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, you could feel him eye you up and down like he was deciding what to do with his poor little bunny he caught.

You sat still and tried to keep your breathing at a normal volume, but his lack of response was the last thing that could help your nerves.

He flipped his knife around in his hand until the end of the sharp blade pointed in your direction.

You whimpered and closed your eyes, turning your head away whilst muttering more pleas to yourself.

He chuckled lowly to himself, the first noise he’d made all night, obviously garnering your attention.

You peeked through your eyelids to find his face, assumingely, staring in your direction.

The cold metal of the knife startled you, making you gasp, as it drug slowly up your exposed inner thigh. Catching a piece of your soft skin, it scratched you just a little.

Tiny beads of blood follow the curve of your flesh until they quietly drip onto the floor.

Paralyzed, you don’t make a noise. Your eyes were wide and trained onto his actions, all nerves on high alert in case you had to make a quick move.

The knife stopped once it got close to your knee, and was pulled away just to be tapped against your inner thigh with the flat part of the blade.

….huh?

You stared at him with visible apprehension and confusion on your face. What exactly was he-

The wood of the hard floor scraped across your back as you were tugged by your legs to be in front of him, the knife tossed far to the side as you were now spread wide and even more vulnerable. Cold leather gloves kneaded your soft skin once again, and now you understood what he wanted.

Really?

Your eyes went wide and you slammed your fists into his chest before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, groaning as you wriggled beneath him.

“That’s what you want you pervert? What? Can’t get it on your own so you have to find some poor girl to threaten-“

Your mocking and angry remarks were muffled as he squeezed your cheeks, hushing you with a gentle shh, as he slipped a leather clad finger into your mouth, pulling it out and spreading the saliva coated onto his glove across your pouty lips, proceeding to drag his fingers down your chin until he abruptly wrapped his hand around your throat. It wasn’t enough to stop you from breathing, but enough to catch your attention. Enough to remind you that he’s the one in the charge right now.

Getting the idea, you begrudgingly nod the best you can, your body still wiggling underneath his as you tried to find a less scratchy and painful position to rest.

“O-okay. But, you let me go. You let me go afterwards, okay? Please.” Your eyes watered even more as you strained yourself to speak.

Were you really going to do this?

His grip on your throat tightened just a bit, his other hand letting go of your wrists and dragging it slowly down your arms until he reached your side.

“Deal.”

His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down your spine at the register.

“But I want to hear you tell me how bad you want this.” His sentence was only slightly muffled by the material of his mask, none the less making your body go hot and creep up your neck until it reached your face.

You were really going to do this.

Before you could open your mouth to speak you were met with a harsh slap to your cheek, the wet leather leaving a lasting sting. You were caught off guard by the sudden action, ultimately angering you that he had done it in the first place.

But what really made you tick was the way your stomach flipped in an instant, maybe if it weren’t a life or death situation this would all feel a bit different.

Regardless of your inner monologue, you groaned and stretched your jaw.

“Don’t make me wait.” His voice had a faux sense of gentleness, as if he were soothing you with the way his hand caressed your cheek afterwards.

You gulped and looked up at his mask. It almost made it easier to stare up at an emotionless piece of plastic rather than whatever face was hiding behind it.

“I, I want you. Please, fuck me.”

Silence. And a sigh.

A fucking sigh?

“You know,”, he removed his hand to reach over for his previously discarded knife, bringing it up to rest the tip of the blade between the valley of your breasts.

“You aren’t doing a very good job of begging. It’s as if you think your life doesn’t depend on it.”

A masked murderer and an asshole. Awesome.

“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t sound the most excited. Maybe it’s because I’m a little stressed.” Where you got the idea that giving the man with the weapon attitude was a good one? You don’t know.

Before you could ponder on that thought any longer, you were pulled up the collar of your bodysuit, as he abruptly ripped it down the middle all the way down to your navel.

The pure animosity of it all with his stained grunts sent fire straight to your core much to your dismay.

Instinctively, you made an attempt to cover yourself as you gasped, but the cool steel of his blade pressing into your side reminded you once more that right now, he’s in command of your body.

Your breathing became shaky in a different light as he took one of his hands up your body to cup your breast, slapping it harshly before rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers.

You whimpered softly and bit your lip, trying to ignore the growing dull ache between your thighs and the desire, no the need, to clench them together and relieve some.. pressure.

He was quiet still, but moved his hand away from you to shift the mask higher on his face, showing you just his mouth as he bit the glove, effectively pulling it off his hand before going back to paw at your tits.

“You’re real complacent for someone who’s only doing this to get away alive.”

You could hear him more clearly now, the mask still sitting at a shifted place. With the consistent monotone set of his voice you’d almost assume this wasn’t getting him off, almost.

But the new found raspiness lying in the undertones of his sentence, the heavier breathing, and the not so discreet bulge straining against his jeans all tell you otherwise.

You huffed and began to speak, “I’m not comp-“

His fingers were shoved into your mouth again, this time deep enough to make you gag before he pulls them back just a bit.

“I didn’t say you could talk. Now suck.”

Not wanting any more serious reprimanding, you listened.

Closing your lips around the bony knuckles of his cold fingers, you sucked crudely as he groaned and began to drag the blade around your bare body some more.

Goosebumps littered your arms and legs as he drug it lower and lower down your center until it sat past your belly button.

Turning it slowly, he left a little scrape above the ripped line of the fabric of your leotard, making you yelp around his fingers and arch your back just enough to catch his attention.

“Oh?”

His tone became darker, undeniably making you clench and quiver.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

Looking at you in silence for a brief moment, he tosses the knife to the other side of the room, pulling his fingers, coated in your saliva, out of your mouth.

He watches the way your drool spills out of the corner of your mouth, and he swims in that lost little look in your eyes.

And within seconds, your completely bare beneath him. The rest of your bodysuit now ripped off of your body, along with your fishnets, as he yanks your skimpy panties down your legs.

He holds you open beneath him again for your dripping cunt to be in full display.

You can barely take a breath before he smacks your pussy hard, leaving a sting and a mewl from your lips.

Wow, you were pathetic.

“So this is how you like it, huh? I chase you, threaten you, make you give in to me and beg, albeit poorly, for my cock, and you’re fucking soaked. Tch. What a dumb little brat.”

You can’t help but moan softly at the names he calls you, you couldn’t deny anymore how bad this man riled you up after everything, and now how bad you wanted him. Maybe not you, but your pussy god yes.

Chuckling one more time, he shoves two of his previously soaked fingers into your precious pussy, moaning himself at the way you arch and clench around him, needing him to do something now.

Without wasting anytime, he curls his fingers up and begins to push and pull them out of you, making your toes curl.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by someone, and he’s doing it so well you can’t help yourself.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers ‘n then use you as my personal cum dump, got it sweetie?”

Flicking his wrist even faster, he sits back and watches you unravel beneath him, whimpering lewdly to himself as you play with your own tits and squirm helplessly beneath him. It’s been too long for himself as well, and god you were the perfect choice.

“Tch. Can’t even tell me how grateful you are for letting you cum first? Where’s your manners, hmm?”

Leaning forward just a bit, he purses his lips and spits a glob of spit onto your needy little cunt, cooing at the way you clench again at the feeling of it dropping against you. Getting antsy, he brings his thumb up to rub slowly into your clit, pressing down with enough pressure to make your jaw go slack as you finally come undone. Your mouth stays open with a long pause, a silent scream of pleasure never escaping your chest.

“Fuck.” He groans to himself, the head of his cock now swollen and throbbing.

Leaning back again, he scissors his fingers inside you and watches the way he stretches you out. Smirking as you jolt and twitch, knowing he’s truly gonna make a mess out of you once he stuffs you full of his cock.

Not being able to stand the idea of wasting anymore time, he stands up to undress himself. He needs to feel that sweet pussy wrapped tight around his cock.

As you catch your breath, you watch him strip, only for your eyes to practically cross as he rids himself of his briefs. His cock was average in length but so thick, the head swollen and leaking so much precum your mouth was watering.

You bring your fingers down to your throbbing pussy and spread your folds, moaning at the crude sound of your juices sticking and spreading; and the way he began to stroke himself at the sight.

Crouching down in front of you now, he pulls you closer, leaning above you and panting heavily as he eyes you one more time.

“Mmm, you want it? Huh, slut?”

He presses his head into your folds and nearly buckles on top of you, fuck you’re so warm. As he lines up and presses into your tight hole, he can’t help but buck into you and nearly cry at the feeling.

You’re right there with him, nearly breaking out into another pathetic sob at the way he fills you up so good, your nails digging into his biceps covered in a thick black thermal.

His pants are even louder than before he began to snap his hips into yours, whimpering as you clench around him and attempt to scratch at his chest.

Fuck, it’s too hot. He couldn’t care less about his identity staying hidden at this point. He needs this mask off now, he needs to see you better, he needs to feel you scratching at his chest, he needs you.

Sitting up in a fervor, he rips his mask off and pulls his shirt over his head, hissing as he pushes back into you until he bottoms out. He pulls your legs up until your ankles are dangling over his shoulders, his broad form leaning over you while he grinds into your perfect pussy.

And just the sight of his face made you clench around his length. His lips were pretty and pink, parted into a pout as he groaned and panted. His brows were dark and groomed, furrowing into the center above his steely, half lidded eyes that were looking at you as if you were made of magic. A flush of pink was spread across his cheeks and made it to his ears, framed by straight black hair, truly he was something else.

Looking down you couldn’t help but reach out to claw at his chiseled abs as well, clenching as you did so, and groaning at the sight of a thin sheen of sweat coating them.

God, you hated how good he looked and how good he was making you feel.

What an interesting turn of events.

Before you could sit in astonishment at the thought any longer, a stifled groan from above you caught your attention.

Shifting his hips up just enough, he began to smack back into you again, heavy balls slapping against your ass and sending you into euphoria.

“Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good. Gonna make me cum inside you if you keep clenching me like that. That what you want? Hmm? Want me to fill you up and knock you up? Of course you do, dirty little slut.”

Gripping your calves hard enough to bruise, he sits up and thrusts into you with no abandon. Your hiccups were now in time with his thrusts as your tits bounced, no more thoughts in your head beside fuck me fuck me fuck me.

“Please- oh hnnggg fuck please make me come! I wanna come so bad- ahh!”

Your legs shook and tensed as an overwhelming amount of pleasure overcame you, coming so hard you can’t help but milk this man’s cock and make him come, too.

Hot spurts of cum paint your insides as his form gives and he rests his full weight on top of you, whining into your neck as he finishes. He wants to pull out but fuck you feel so good squeezing him like that.

As you both come down from your highs, the heavy breathing coming from you both and filling up the space of the room, the realization of what just happened sinks in.

It’s not a feeling of, fear, anymore. Maybe a little, but more so, awkwardness? Confusion?

What do you say to the man who was previously chasing you to presumably murder you, who is now the man who has his seed dripping out of you whilst he lays in silence on top of you.

A few more moments pass before he sits up and rolls off of you, choosing to rather lay next to you in silence.

…

“So I-“

“Well-“

…

How can this be so awkward??

Clearing his throat, he spoke up in a tone flat and full of seriousness,

“Did you want my number?”

…

“Are you joking me?”

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the ending is so fucking goofy to me but like, wtf would you do after?? Anyways I’m sorry if this was too long and I hope you all enjoy!

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Some Riverdale headcanons that no one can convince me aren't canon in a better reality:

Jughead:

Loves Jane Austen, - Pride and Prejudice especially

Dog person to the core but has fostered well over a hundred stray cats in his homeless days

Cuddle bug

Has a sweet tooth - the scene where he stole candy from the therapist makes my entire existence

Clothes thief - half of Veronica’s wardrobe is stuffed in that huge backpack. Archie is hoodieless and dramatic about it

Learned how to braid hair for JB

Doesn't speak sports. *Holds a football jersey* wow I love... Volleyball

Easy crier. Knows how to hide it well- I always thought he was sensitive to specific things. Physical pain? He can deal. Getting yelled at? Well, brace yourself cause you're getting a typhoon of tears

Really REALLY good cook- Pops would not let his honorary nephew walk around without knowing how to fry an egg

Cheryl and him were childhood best friends

Archie:

Big time smoker- I mean come on. Riverdale is stressful as hell. Who could blame the guy?

Doesn't smoke in front of Fred, tho cause he'll get his ass beat because he knows it upsets him

Had an Eminem phase. Wore baggy shirts, ate only spaghetti, and tried rhyming every sentence for a whole month before he got into Indie (or whatever the hell he's listening to cause imma be honest chief i forgot what genre he's supposed to like)

Not the most academically inclined but is weirdly really good at science? Can he do basic math? No. Can he build a whole iron man suit because he thought it looked cool? Yeah

Everyone assumes his favorite Avenger is Captain America but he doesn't like any of them. He loves the Punisher. Mr. Frank Castle was his bisexual awakening

Uncle Frank took him hunting when he was 5 and made him shoot a deer. He's hated camping every since

Adopted Cheryl when they were 10 during biology class. No one wanted to be her lab partner. From then on It's tradition they're seated together in every class

Actually really mean and funny

Veronica:

Cannot do taxes to save her life and doesn't know how to pay bills.

Knows New York by hand but gets lost in grocery stores

Really bad cook, - burn water and almost sets the house on fire trying to fry an egg type

Cat person but loves Vegas to death. Smithers helped her sneak in a baby kitten when she was 9, raised him ever since, and neither Hiram or Hermione noticed.

Scrunches her nose when confused/mad

Is a hoarder and very protective over items she deems as "sentimental relics"

Has a book club with Jughead. Every Friday night they gather at his and Archie's treehouse and argue over weather or not Lizzie Bennet is gay or bi

Archie singing her lullabies puts her to sleep IMMEDIATELY

Only likes being called "Ronnie" by her friends, family, s/o

Thinks of Fred as a father figure and calls him " Pa" like Archie does

She and Mary don't get along. Ronnie doesn't approve of her absence in her son's life and only inserting herself into Archie's narrative when she's obligated to

The Lodges have Uno game nights and whenever Hiram loses he raises a new disaster. Even so, Ronnie never lets him win

Sweet Pea:

Loves rom coms, cartoons, and Disney movies with a PASSION

DC person but dresses up as Bucky Barnes for Halloween. Every. Single. Year.

Has a personal vendetta againts shirts with sleeves

Artys boiii- has a secret sketchbook drowning in beautiful sketches of flowers, landscapes, and portraits of Toni, Joaquin and Fangs. The ones for Jughead he keeps in a stash under his pillow

HUUUGE momma's boy, - his mom's really tiny and sweet and no one can believe they're related. But then they see her punch his dad in the face and go oh so that's how-

Learned how to throw punches from his grandma. The brass knuckles are passed from generation to generation

Hates Star Wars??

Sweet Pea and Archie strangers to enemies to mortal enemies, 250k words, fastburn. These two see eachother in any situation and it's on sight

When the serpents stayed at the Andrews home he drew hyper realistic dicks on Archie's face when he was sleeping and no one told him to stop because it was funny

Jealous and possessive- not in an unhealthy way but he has the confidence of a soggy biscuit when in a relationship and insecurities make him act up

Sappy and romantic to boot (confirmed!!!)

#riverdale #jughead jones #archie andrews #veronica lodge #sweet pea #southside serpents #jarchie #varchie #jugpea #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #cheryl x toni #headcanons #text #text post