CHAPTER SEVEN: 𝒸alling 𝒶ll 𝓉he 𝓂onsters.
🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ The Core house hosts the biggest streamer Halloween party every year. And this year, you’re in for a treat.
🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ alcohol consumption, swearing, making-out, sexual content, marlon being a dick, getting caught, and more. read at your own risk.
🥽/🍁 TAGLIST ✶ @httpjoints @i8wruby @whimsical-bubble33 @hollymurdock @sofloveswbb @leahbeahhh @moonzsh
🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ This was so fun to write, it’s very long & i apologize in advance for what’s about to happen…
BY EIGHT IN THE MORNING, the Core House was already awake. Not because anyone wanted to be. Because today was Halloween.
Which, according to the house calendar taped to the refrigerator, meant one thing. The biggest party of the year. And this year… they were going all out.
The kitchen looked like mission control. Half-empty coffee cups. Energy drinks lined up like ammunition. Three laptops open to playlists, guest lists, and livestream dashboards. Boxes labeled FOG MACHINES, LED LIGHTS, BAR SUPPLIES, and DECORATIONS were stacked by the door.
And right next to them—cases of alcohol. Vodka. Tequila. Rum. Beer. Mixers. Fruit punch gallons already sweating on the counter.
Ron was halfway through a call with the DJ. “I don’t care if you have another booking—double the set. We’re going until 1:30.”
Across the room, Jason was on another call entirely. “Security at the front gate, backyard perimeter, and inside the house. No exceptions. This is a streamed event.” He paused, listening. “Yes, I know it’s Halloween. That’s why I’m saying it.”
Lacy upstairs yelled, “WHO THE FUCK BOUGHT FOURTEEN BOTTLES OF TEQUILA?”
Adapt’s voice shot back, “IT WAS ON SALE!”
You walked through the chaos with a coffee in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Please tell me that’s not all for tonight,” you said.
Jason glanced at you, “It’s worse.”
You blinked. “…Worse how?”
He nodded toward the counter, “That’s just pregame.”
You stared. “…Oh my God.”
He smirked. “You signed up for a streamer Halloween party.”
“I didn’t sign anything.”
By noon, cameras were already everywhere. Not just phones. Not just GoPros. Actual mounted cameras in corners of rooms. Chest rigs. Tripods. Live feeds running in the background of every conversation. Even Jason was streaming.
The Core House wasn’t just hosting a party. They were broadcasting it.
You went live just after lunch. “Happy Halloween, chat.”
You laughed, “Oh, he’s drinking.”
From across the room, Jason lifted his cup toward the camera without looking up. “Don’t start rumors,” he said.
By late afternoon, the house had turned into a production zone. Half the group was out buying last-minute decorations. Ron was still arguing with the DJ over set timing. Two people were outside installing LED strips along the pool.
And the bar setup was fully underway. Rows of bottles. Fruit punch bowls. Ice buckets. Shot glasses lined like a countdown.
Jason was now on his third call of the day. “Security needs to be tighter than last year. I don’t care if it’s expensive.” He hung up and exhaled.
You leaned against the counter. “You okay?”
He looked at you. “Ask me after midnight.”
At six-thirty, everything paused. The house went quiet in that rare, electric way it only did before chaos. Costumes were ready. Lights were on standby. Music was queued. And everyone was upstairs getting dressed.
You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting your outfit one last time, heart already beating a little too fast—not from nerves, but anticipation.
When you finally stepped out—Jason was waiting in the hallway. He looked up. And stopped. “…Yeah,” he said slowly.
You raised a brow. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just… have nothing appropriate to say.”
You laughed, slapping his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Superman.”
“Oh god, I need a drink.”
You tilted your head. “Already?”
He held up his cup. “Already.”
You clinked yours against his. “Then let’s go break the internet.”
7:30 PM. You went live. “Okay,” you said into the camera. “Costume reveal time.”
Chat exploded instantly. You stepped back, then fully into frame. The reaction was immediate.
You laughed, spinning slightly. “Relax, I’m still me.”
From behind you, Jason appeared in frame. He looked you over. “…Yeah,” he said. “We’re in trouble.”
You nudged him. “You’re just mad I look better than you.”
He leaned closer. “I’m not mad.” A beat. “I’m impressed.”
By nine, the party had officially started. And it was already out of control. The DJ was going full force. The backyard was packed shoulder to shoulder. Lights flashed across fog rolling over the pool.
Cameras everywhere. Streamers everywhere. And alcohol everywhere. People were already holding shots. Laughing. Dancing. Pouring drinks into fruit punch bowls like it was a competition.
The Core House gathered at the bar. Ron raised a bottle. “To Halloween.”
Everyone cheered. And then—shots. One after another. You felt the burn immediately, laughing as Jason handed you another.
“You first,” you shot back.
He smirked. “Bad influence.”
“You love it.” He didn’t deny it.
An hour later, everything was louder. You were definitely tipsy. Warm. Loose. Laughing too easily at everything.
Jason was too—but still annoyingly composed compared to you, like he was refusing to let the night win.
You broke away from him to find Yonna and Arky, who were also streaming near the side of the bar. “There she is!” Yonna shouted.
You practically fell into them laughing. “Don’t judge me,” you said immediately.
Arky grinned, hugging you. “We would never.”
A shot was handed to you. You took it, immediately regretted it. Then laughed anyway.
Yonna leaned in, “Where’s Jason?”
You groaned. “Why is that everyone’s question tonight?”
“Because you two are glued together,” Arky said.
You pointed vaguely. “I think he’s over there—no wait—maybe outside—” You turned. “…I lost him.”
You found him outside near the edge of the yard. Phone in hand, talking to Yugi and Silky.
You didn’t think, you just ran. Well—stumbled. “Jason! Yugi, Silky, hi!” Yugi smiled clearly already wasted, while Silky waved at you.
He looked up just in time to catch you as you basically collided into him, your intentions were to hug him. His hands went to your arms instantly, steadying you. “Okay—how much did you drink?”
You blinked up at him. “…I don’t know.”
“It’s the only one I’ve got.”
His eyes scanned your face—your flushed cheeks, the way you were swaying even when you tried not to. “You good?”
“Better now.” A beat. Then—from the DJ booth—“CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS!”
You gasped, “Oh my God—this is my song.”
Jason laughed. “Of course it is.”
You grabbed his hand. “Dance with me.”
The crowd swallowed you both instantly. Yonna. Arky. Marlon. Everyone.
Dancing. Laughing. Jumping to the beat. You ended up pressed against Jason in the middle of it all, his hand firm at your waist so you didn’t lose balance as the world tilted just slightly too much.
“You’re swaying,” he said into your ear.
“I’m not swaying,” you argued.
“You are absolutely swaying.”
“That’s not what that is.”
You laughed harder, leaning into him anyway. The music hit harder. The lights flashed faster. And your head spun.
Not just from alcohol now—but from everything. The noise. The heat. Him.
“I need air,” you said suddenly.
Jason nodded immediately, “Okay. Stay with me.”
But you didn’t really. Not in a straight line. You slipped away toward the bathroom, the edges of your vision blurring slightly.
You didn’t notice Marlon following you. Not at first.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind you. You leaned against the counter, laughing to yourself. “Why is everything spinning—Marlon?”
He was there. Leaning against the wall. Drunk. Too close. “Hey,” he said softly.
You blinked. “What are you doing in here?”
He smiled. “You look really good tonight.”
You let out a small, uneasy laugh. “Okay, thank you—”
He stepped closer. “I mean it.” The air shifted.
Your smile faded slightly. “Marlon…”
He leaned in. And you immediately pushed him back. “Hey—no.” Not aggressive. Not panicked. Just firm.
He froze. “Sorry—I just—”
You shook your head, already stepping away. “No. I’m not doing this.”
And then you were gone. Speed-walking. Straight back outside.
Jason saw you before you even reached him. Something in your face changed his entire expression instantly. “What happened?” he asked.
You were out of breath, words tripping over each other. “Mar—he—he tried to—” You couldn’t finish it cleanly.
Jason’s jaw tightened. The cameras catching everything, but you were both too drunk to notice. “What?”
“I said no,” you rushed out. “I pushed him away. I left. I’m fine—I just—”
He exhaled sharply, already turning. “I’m going to talk to him.”
“No—Jason—” You grabbed his shirt before he could move, fingers tightening like you were afraid the ground would tilt again if he left. “Don’t leave me.”
That stopped him completely. His expression softened immediately. “Okay,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ve got you.”
You nodded quickly, still holding on. “I just want to stay here.”
“Then stay.” And he didn’t move. Not even when the party roared louder behind you.
The music kept going. The party kept burning around you. But Jason guided you upstairs anyway, one hand steady at your back, the other still holding yours like an anchor. Away from the noise. Away from the crowd.
He shut the door after you both entered his room. And for the first time all night—it was quiet.
He ended his stream. “Thanks for hanging out tonight,” he said into the camera. “Stay safe. Happy Halloween.” Click. No more cameras.
You flopped onto his bed dramatically. “I still wanna party,” you mumbled.
He sat beside you, head leaning on the headboard, watching you carefully now—not just like a friend, but like someone trying to make sure you were okay. “You’re done for the night,” he said gently.
You squinted at him, “I’m not done.”
You huffed. “That’s not fair.”
“It is when you can barely walk in a straight line.”
You groaned into the blanket. “…I’m not that bad.”
He raised a brow. “You tried to fight gravity in the hallway.”
You paused. “…Okay, maybe a little bad.”
That earned a small laugh from him. Then his expression shifted again—softer, more serious. “Hey,” he said.
You turned your head slightly. “What?”
His eyes stayed on you. “Are you okay?”
The question wasn’t about the party anymore. You hesitated. Then nodded. “…Yeah.” A beat. Then quieter: “I didn’t like that.”
“I know,” he said immediately.
Silence settled. Not uncomfortable, just heavy.
Then you turned toward him fully. “Jason?”
He went still. The air in the room changed instantly—like even the noise outside had forgotten how to exist. “…You think?” he asked carefully.
You nodded slowly. “I know.”
A beat. Then he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night. “Good.”
He looked at you like it was obvious. “I’ve been trying not to say it all night.”
Your heart jumped hard in your chest. “You have?”
You stared at him. “…That’s kind of stupid.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah.”
Another pause. Then you shifted closer without really thinking about it. “Jason?”
“Can I—” You didn’t finish. You didn’t need to.
He met you halfway. The kiss was slow at first. Careful. Like he was checking if you were really there, really okay, really choosing this. Your hand curled into his shirt. You shifted your weight to the point where your straddling him.
His hand came up to your waist, steadying you like you might drift away otherwise.
Then it deepened. Not rushed. Not messy. Just real. Like something that had been circling both of you for too long finally stopped pretending it wasn’t there.
You started grinding against him as you moaned softly, and he pulled you a little closer, thumb brushing your cheek like he was grounding you more than anything else. He groaned into your mouth, moving you faster. Your breath quickened.
Then—a voice from the hallway, “Hey—Jason I—”
The door opened. Ron and Laiys froze in the doorway. Camera in hand. Still recording. Laiys quickly pointed the camera to the floor. “OH—sorry—wrong room—” Door slammed.
Silence. You stared at the door. Then at Jason, “…We’re in trouble,” you whispered.
Jason looked at you. Then smiled. “Worth it.”
And this time—you both laughed into each other again—as the world outside kept screaming Halloween without you.
