#I love how her clothes were always white or light colors but then with dark makeup

[pascalswift]

BURNING DESIRE

STEPDAD!JOEL x F!READER

SUMMARY : after all Joel did marry your mother, but she was oblivious to the motive behind it. Not silly love, it’s was you. It was always you, His sweet little stepdaughter.

WARNINGS : age gap (reader is early 20’s Joel’s late 30’s), dark!joel, perv!joel, step-cest, oral (f receiving), boob play, pet names, fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink, manhandling, mutual pinning, established relationship, (This is Short, sorry my loves )

JOEL MILLER WASN’T A EVIL PERSON, NO. HE WAS JUST CALCULATED. A very smart man, seemingly very stoic but once you break past the multi layered concrete you’d find someone that you’d never want to leave. Maybe that’s what enthralled your mother to jump into marriage so quickly, she truly believed he was deeply in love with her and she was he. She believed that she just happened to meet a professor at your college whom was single and yearning for the domestic things in life, but she was so utterly wrong.

To Joel miller, well he had found an in. One that allowed him full access to you, free to stare, free to do whatever he imagined without having to worry about a college or a student noticing the way he seemed to linger on you. After all, it was no accident that day when he and your mom “crashed” into each other.

So here he was now, arms crossed over his chest, Dress shirt screaming at the push from his large arms. The older man staring sternly at you as you sat on your bed promptly ignoring him. “I told your mother we’d meet her there.” Joel persisted and you huffed rubbing the heel of your palm over your eyes.

Your mother wasn’t your favorite person, she was money hungry, and self absorbed. She tried to claim she loved you, even more attempting to smother you after your father desperates this life a few years ago but time after time her true colors would peer through the blinds. So sitting at a dinner with her and her husband wasn’t something you’d like, especially if your step fathers brother/business partner was gonna be there. Your mother seemed to love his company…

Joel wasn’t dull he knew his wife likes his brother. But he also knew his brother wasn’t like that.

“Why can’t I just stay here? Tommy’s gonna be there and he’s good company.” You shrugged and Joel’s jaw clenched as he dropped his arms. “But I want ya’ there sweetheart.” Your heart raced as he walked closer to you, doe eyes looking up at him as his rough hand gripped your jaw angling your face upwards. “You just want attention huh?” Joel cooed before he bent down pressing his lips against your plush ones.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You mumbled as Joel pulled away, his brows raising as he crouched in front of you. He tossed the sheet off your legs angling your legs to the side of the bed, Your knees level with his neck. He tilted his head placing his hands on your knees as you were only in a pair of white cotton shorts with a tiny pink flower in the front center right under your belly button, and a plain pink tank top. He eyed the way your nipples imprinted the fabric of your thin tank top.

“Y’know what I mean baby.” Joel stated, his voice a bit lower. “If ya didn’t you wouldn’t be reactin’ like you are.” His hand slid up grazing your clothes nipple and you sucked in a breath. “If I give you somethin’ you promise you’ll get dressed after?” He was smirking, because he knew how to make you comply. You demeanor had changed from refusing to go to nodding with vigor whilst looking at your step-father.

His large rough hands slid up your thighs leaving goosebumps in its wake as his hands reached your shorts. He stood up hands grasping your waist as you tossed you further up the bed, a light giggle escaping your lips that made him smile as he climbed between your legs. Your heart rate was through the rough as he pulled your shorts and panties down in one go tossing them somewhere around the room.

He watched as your chest heaved and he yanked your tank top down letting your breast spring free and he groaned as he ground his hips into the bed to relieve some pressure. He leaned up taking a nipple into his mouth and your head lulled back with a whimper that turned into a light moan when his teeth grazed it. He pulled away pinching your other nipple before he lowered himself between your legs. Groaning at the mess of slick in your folds.

“Baby’s already wet f’me.” You nodded as he kissed your inner thighs, so close to wear you want him. “Word’s.” Joel muttered biting your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue. “Just f’you daddy.” It escaped your lips and Joel nearly moaned at the way you said it, his hips moved on the mattress getting some relief as he finally flattened his tongue and licked a thick harsh stripe up to your clit.

You hands pulled at his hair as you moaned. Joel had quickly lost himself between your legs, it was supposed to be a little treat but it quickly just became a frenzy. His tongue dipping into your tight hole as You writhed. His arms were locked under your thigh pushing your stomach down not giving you much room to move. “s’good- mmgh”

Joel sucked your bundle of nerves harshly before, letting his tongue trace it before his hang slipped lower and his thumb pressed on your clit pulling up lightly, watching as you held onto your breast absentmindedly pinching and pulling at your nipples, before he returning to sucking and you felt tears brim your eyes as your abdomen felt hot. “D-daddy.” You whined as his other hang slid up between your boobs and both of your hands grabbed onto his larger one.

“I know baby, your bein’ so good f’daddy.” He mumbled as he used the pad of his tongue to lick down towards your weeping hole. His free hand that you were holding coming down as he poked at it with his index finger. Your hips jerked and you whimpered. “Gotta get you ready for later princess, ya’ want that hm?” You nodded eagerly but moaned loudly when you felt his thick finger enter inside you. Joel himself moaning at how warm and tight your walls were, barley just accepting his one finger he could only image what his cock would feel like inside of you.

He was so tempted to just fuck you after this but he didn’t wanna raise any flags. His finger pumped in and out of you and he already felt the way you clenched down on his one finger, your cries only spurring him on. Without warning he pushed his middle finger inside of your hole that was pouring arousal. The stretch was a sweet burn but quickly became just sweet as Joel’s mouth went back on your clit and his fingers pumped deeply inside of you.

He curled his fingers upward and you let out a particularly loud moan as the coil tightened in your stomach and heat slowly started to build up. “P-please- mgh. Daddy I’m g-“ Joel only sped up watching as your face contorted into pleasure. Mouth open with harsh breaths and brows furrowed. He curled his fingers up and sucked on your bundle of nerves watching as your orgasm hit you.

As he fucked you through your orgasm you were sure you blacked out for a minute. The pleasure washed over your body making your head push further into your pillow as you babbled incoherently. When you finally came down from jumping multiple feet in the air you felt Joel’s mouth still on your clit, his fingers still inside of you and your thighs attempted to close. Only to be cut short by his strength. “Daddy s’to much- m-“ you were unable to form a coherent sentence as Joel kept going, seemingly In a trance.

Tears started to fall down your cheeks as you yanked on his hair attempting to push him back but not outwardly telling him to stop, the pleasure being to enjoyable. “Gimmie one more baby.” His voice was raspy as he lifted his head only for a second before returning back to his place between your thighs pulling his fingers from your slick full hole. His fingers covered in your arousal as he smeared it over your clit, hearing your whimper of emptiness.

His hand slid up your neck and his finger tapped your bottom lip letting you taste yourself while he used his tongue to make you cum again.

Before you reached dinner you had already came three times, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle later.

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[holylulusworld]

A perfect gentleman

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: bitchy friends, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex

You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.

Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.

You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.

“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”

“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”

“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”

“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”

“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”

“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance. 

He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.

“That was very nice of you.”

“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”

“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.

He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name. 

“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”

“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”

You chuckled. “What gave me away?” 

“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.

“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.” 

He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”

His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.

“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar. 

He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.

Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock. 

“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”

“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”

“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips. “Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”

“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”

“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.

“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”

 “It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”

You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.

“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”

“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.

With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.

It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to. 

At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.

“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”

“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”

“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”

“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.

“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”

“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”

You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either. 

Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home. 

“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kisses you again, softer this time. “Bare.”

He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.

“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”

“Raymond.”

“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”

“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”

“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”

Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed. 

“You’re mine now,” he threatened his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”

He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”

“’m yours, Ray…”

He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier. “Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”

“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”

“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”

Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets. 

“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.

“I know, sweetness.”

“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently. 

“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”

His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.

Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.

He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.

“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.

“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”

“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”

Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”

You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”

“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.

“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”

Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist. “My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”

“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”

“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him. 

You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you. 

“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”

He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.

“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.

“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”

“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.

“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”

Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.

One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”

“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”

“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”

“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader Hey! Can you do a story where reader gets hurt during the fight in the last episode and Xavier freaks out and helps her feel better? Thank you! I love all your stories, they’re so good!!!

Who’s the idiot who accidently deleted all the asks/requests thinking I was on another side-blog that I wanted to clean up and re-purpose? It’s me. Hi. I’m the idiot. It’s me. I wish I had saved them somewhere, but I didn’t for Xavier… Please send requests for him so I can keep writing!! Also, for some reason I ignore, this post has not been showing anywhere so I took it down and reposted

Request: Can I get Wednesday’s sister getting attacked by the hyde and Xavier being at the hospital when she wakes up?

keep sending requests for Xavier

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It all happened so quickly.

You and Enid had been running to get to Wednesday with Thing when you heard a grunt as Enid fell to the ground with a strange crack. You assumed she was hurt, but something else was happening. She was turning.

‘’Enid!’’

Her body was twisting in a sickly way as she was turning, her clothing ripping as she grew in size and shape and fur now coating her usual smooth and soft skin. You had never seen a werewolf turn before. You’ve always wondered how small people like Enid could turn into these beasts. It was fascinating.

Farther away in the woods, Wednesday found herself face to face with Tyler. They exchanged a few words until, just like Enid, his body transformed.

Once her transformation completed, the now werewolf girl howled into the night and began running to where you assumed was Wednesday. You and Thing followed after her, your much shorter legs — or fingers — carrying you slower.

You halted when you saw the hyde, seeing it for the first time. He was massive and visually terrifying as he fought with a ferocious Enid. You looked around for your sister, but the raven haired girl was nowhere in sight. She must have gotten away and gone to the school, Thing was explaining to you. That’s where the final battle with Crackwood will happen.

Suddenly, you felt sharp claws in your calf and were dragged down as you screamed in pain and terror.

The hyde got you. You clawed at the ground to anchor yourself, soil getting under your nails as you tried to resist the monster’s grasp but he was so much stronger and bigger than you that your fight was already lost. You were going to be the next victim — the next death.

Thing tried to help you, but he was just…a hand.

You kept screaming and fighting, tears formed at the corner of your eyes as the pain in your calf was intensifying. You’ve felt pain before, but never on this level. This felt like your whole calf had been butchered.

Your screams of distress were heard and a growl echoed, followed by Enid jumping on Tyler and clawing him with all her anger. He had hurt you, he had hurt her friend.

The two creatures moved the fight, and Thing hurried to your side. You sat to check your injury, the fabric of your pants slashed and soaked with blood. There were three deep gashes along your right calf. Blood was spilling rapidly and beginning to make you feel lightheaded.

Thing was telling you to hold on, to stay awake, but your eyes were too heavy and consciousness slipped away.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a room too bright for your sensitive eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned in complaint, cursing the fluorescent lights above you. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the harsh lighting, then started making out the white walls and the heart monitor that was beeping loudly every three seconds. By the window, there was a table with some dying flowers — pink tulips — and a matching pink card. They must be from Enid. The color palette matched her too well. There was also a small black cat plush that was likely from your sister, Wednesday.

At the foot of your bed was a boy in a dark gray hoodie asleep in a small and uncomfortable looking chair.

‘’Xavier?’’ you croaked out with difficulty, your throat and mouth dry.

You hadn’t seen him since the day he got arrested. No one had been allowed to visit him in the Jericho police office. You had tried to sneak in, but one of the officers caught you and escorted you out.

‘’Xavier,’’ you repeated, a little louder this time. It came out more like a squeak, but it was enough to make him stir and frown, slowly waking up.

Your name slipped from his lips and his eyes filled with tears when he saw you were awake. There were dark circles under his tired eyes and his hair were thrown into a messy half up, making you wonder how long he’s been sitting there for.

‘’Hi.’’ You reached out to him with your hand, only to wince at the small movement, feeling a throbbing pain in your calf and up your leg.

‘’Don’t move. I’ll come closer.’’ Xavier stood, rushing over to you and clasping your fingers with clammy hands.

He should alert the nurses that you were awake, but he’ll do that in five minutes.

‘’You’ve been unconscious for a few days due to all the blood you lost. You…you almost died—’’ His voice faltered, the thought of losing you making his heart ache.

Back in the woods when the hyde had attacked you, you thought that it would be it too. You thought that you would die and never see Xavier again. Never get to touch him or hug him or kiss him again. But he was here, standing before you and holding your hand in his.

‘’Enid told me what happened in the woods.’’ His eyes shifted to your blanket covered feet, your calf more precisely. ’’I’m sorry I wasn’t there.’’

You shook your head, refusing to take his apologies. ‘’You were fighting your own fight, Xavier. Besides, there were handcuffs and chains on your wrists and feet. How could you have been with me?’’

He looked down and laughed softly, knowing you were right. What could he had done from the inside of his cell?

‘’What happened to Tyler? Did they kill him? And Enid? I’ve got to thank her for saving me. What about Wedn—’’

It was Xavier’s turn to shake his head, shushing you. ‘’Later.’’ One of his hands let go of yours and tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘’I’ll tell you everything later. You need to rest…and I really gotta alert a nurse before one of them comes in and see I didn’t tell them you were awake.’’

He kissed your forehead before going, promising to be quick, but you grabbed his wrist as he was leaving. ‘’Not yet. I want to stay alone with you a little longer.’’ You looked into his green eyes and played your cards, knowing how to make him fold to your requests.

Xavier sighed, soft for you and unable to say ‘no’ to that face. ‘’Alright… Five more minutes.’’

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Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

@scene-and-dandylover @reidsbtch @monstxrteeth @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @imyourdaninow @chrrymunson @melodymunson @slutty-thevampireslayer @rodriguez31 @elaine-in-the-membrane

Thank you for taking the time to read!

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fem!reader #Eddie Munson scream AU #ghostface reader! Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson imagine #OC #stranger things fic #stranger things AU

[atrwriting]

the bee, the the bird, the bear -- uncle!carmy x babysitter!you

as always, warnings: major character death, past child neglect and abuse situations, swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, and eventual smut

one

“mallory... what’s your favorite color?” you asked the young girl next to you, lightly gripping her hand. 

“pink,” the young girl said, keeping her eyes straight ahead at the aisle before her. 

you stared down at her and fought back the urge to sigh. you tried not to hold it against her, but mallory berzatto was a tough cookie to crack. in the few days she had been around, barely anyone reported on her asking for anything she needed or wanted. you knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was growing difficult to continue to remind yourself of that. you didn’t have any experience in how to console a child as they’re experiencing grief, and you weren’t exactly sure how to do that in a target. 

“i love pink,” you stated. “maybe when you get older, i’ll show you my favorite pink makeup.” 

the girl only nodded. you glanced back down at her… almost wishing you hadn't. you didn't know if it was because it was the sight you were most worried for, but looking down at that girl made your heart hurt. all you saw in her eyes was vacant space. dark, blank, vacant space. it was like ghosts casted a haze over her brown irises… and you had no idea what to do. toxic positivity? offer to get her ice cream? you knew you shouldn't push as you couldn’t exactly blame her. 

so you brought out the big guns. 

“so, mallory…” you began. “do you like... starbucks?” 

mallory’s head immediately turned on a swivel up towards your face, where you stood a foot or two above her. a small twinkle appeared in her eye, and you knew you couldn’t let it pass. 

“have you heard of…” you began, wiggling your eyebrows. “a pink drink?” 

——————

a little while after you had gotten home from target, mallory said she was feeling sleepy. she left you to go fall asleep on the couch in the living room. your next task was to do up her new room. 

carmy had made sure to deliver a bed for his niece before you arrived. a quick vacuum and washing of the walls had been done before you were hired. you sighed, satisfied, before pulling out your phone. 

you: i hope you don’t mind… but i bought pink wallpaper. 

carmy: she like pink? 

you: her favorite color 

carmy: that’s fine then. 

that was all you needed before you set right to work. 

it took much longer than expected to perfectly set up the light pink wallpaper — but once it was finished, you immediately started on your other tasks. you found white bed sheets and a comforter with pastel floral designs that complimented the color of the walls. it was soft and airy and you hoped it would make the young girl feel better in her new home. it would be some time before carmen would be able to get furniture, so you bought a few of those cubicles with cute cloth drawers. they were trendy at the moment, but above all else: they were sturdy, cheap, and easy to put together. 

you started folding the young girl’s clothes; tops, pants, dresses, skirts — the works. you weren’t sure of the girl’s situation before her mother had passed away… but the girl did not have many belongings after her mother passed. you were tasked with restocking the girl’s bedroom, including wardrobe, and that you did. 

….while adding one princess costume. she said she liked tianna. so you bought it as a surprise. 

he could take it out of your pay — if he really gave that much of a shit. 

you had stacked a few books that you had grabbed from your younger years that your family had been saving — the books deserved more than just collecting dust. they deserved to be used by a young girl like mallory. 

you grabbed what else you could, too — extra sheets, extra clothes, and a winter jacket on the smaller side that your mother had vacuumed sealed many years ago. winter wasn’t for another few months, but you didn’t want to see her without any of the things she needed. 

it was growing late, but not close to the time that carmy usually came back to the apartment. mallory had slept through dinner — so for when she woke up, you made sure to prepare her one of your favorites from when you were a little girl: pastina. sure, it was good — but it was also quick, cheap, and easy to make. 

you spied the little girl’s awakening state from peaking around the kitchen threshold. 

“hungry?” you asked, trying to appear cheery. 

“not really,” she whispered. 

you clenched your teeth, not really knowing what to do. you didn’t want to force her… but she barely ate anything at breakfast, and hadn’t eaten anything at lunch. “what if… you tried to eat as much as you could, and then i could show you your new room?” 

she tilted her head in curiosity. “my… room?” 

you nodded, smiling. 

“i shared one with my mommy before.” 

you swallowed hard. you didn’t know what to say — so you pretended she didn’t say it. shitty, sure, but what else could you do? instead, you responded, “i hope you like the color of your room.” 

her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “what color!?” 

you grinned, stirring the pot. “i’ll tell you after dinner! you think you want to try?” 

she hesitated for a second, appearing yo consider her options. you raised your eyebrows at her, hoping to influence her in the right direction. 

“okay,” she stated. “it better be pink!” 

——————

carmen came home a few hours later. you were on the couch, flipping through one of your textbooks, when you heard the lock click and a man’s voice sigh and enter the apartment. 

“hey,” he called, setting bags down on the counter. 

“hey,” you responded. “i made mallory some pastina earlier — i made extra in case you wanted some.” 

“thanks,” he responded, heading into the kitchen. “how was she today?” 

“she was good.” you smiled. “seemed a little sad… but i think her new room made her feel better.” 

“you already put it together?” he asked. carmen was spooning the leftover pastina you had made into a bowl for himself. the thought made you smile — an award winning chef eating your, in comparison, lame food. 

you nodded. “yeah, shit, sorry — should’ve asked you before. i just figured because you were busy — that it would, um... it would help you out.” 

he nodded, averting his eyes to the ground. he placed his hands on his hips as he considered your words. “no, yeah, yeah — you’re right.” 

you shrugged, stuffing your books in your bag. “at least now you have time to do — other things with here. bonding, and stuff.” 

he laughed slightly at that. “that… is proving to be difficult.” 

you nodded. “movies are a good start. disney plus.” 

he threw up a few lazy pointer fingers, quite literally pointing out that you had a good idea. “yeah, yeah, right… actually… would you mind setting that account up tomorrow for me? i’ll leave you the credit card.” 

you nodded, and laughed a bit. “that’ll make her really happy. can i… be intrusive, for a second?” 

he didn’t even get it a second thought as he shoveled food into his mouth. “shoot.” 

“i know that you’ve got a lot on your plate,” you began, swallowing. “did you have a chance yet to… look into doctors, or dentists for her?” 

his jaw tightened. “the social worker left a brochure, but, um — no, i haven’t.” 

you nodded. “if you want… i could call around tomorrow. i know you’re busy.” 

“fuck,” he groaned, his eyes averting aimlessly towards the countertop. his tongue poked out through his lips, and slid over the cracked skin as he appeared to be consumed by his worries. “i have to put her on my insurance.” 

you swallowed again. “…leave me that number, too?… or, if that’s too invasive, uh—“

“no,” he interrupted, staring at you. he shook his head thoughtfully, as if to silently dismiss you worry. “that would actually be… really helpful. thank you.” 

you shook off the praise, not wanting a blush to rise to your cheeks. “she’s super sweet. i just — want to help her is all. can i ask… what happened, to her mom?” 

“drug overdose,” he answered plainly, nodding almost. 

your eyebrows rose as your mouth fell slightly agape. that poor, fucking girl. you fidgeted with your fingers before you spoke once more. “she said that… she used to share a bedroom with her mom today. it’s not my business, but — i figured — you should know —“ 

“her mom stayed at the places she would score from,” he responded. 

your jaw dropped. you couldn’t stop the words as they tumbled out: “that poor baby girl.” 

he nodded then, placing his hands on his hips. you hadn’t known him for long, but it seemed like he did that when he was uncomfortable and/or didn’t know what to do. you figured he was also probably tired, and wanted to eat in peace, so you began packing your things to head out. 

“hey, uh... carm?” you called, almost at the door. 

“yeah?” he answered from the kitchen, as he unloaded the dishwasher. 

“she’s lucky to have you.” you smiled at him as he was completely frozen in place, staring back at you. you closed the door behind you and left for home. 

carmen didn’t know what to do with your words. he hasn’t really considered that, frankly, the girl, his niece, was lucky to be out of the situation she was — even if the berzatto family was a bunch of fuck ups who didn’t know how to control their emotions. carmen didn’t like to keep thinking about it, though — it had been hard to think about his niece, because then he usually thought of mikey — and that was too painful. 

building the bear was… almost like closure. closing a chapter, but being able to look back at it fondly. however, when he was first introduced to his niece, who was the spitting image of his late brother… all of those thoughts crept back into him then. 

staring at the little girl, mallory, was like the bear had never happened. the beef was still in existence; a flaming pile of shit, kicking and screaming. order was gone through the window, as was carmy’s small shred of sanity he had worked so hard to build and hold onto. 

but she had smiled up at him, the first day they met — and he almost bawled his eyes out like a baby. a pathetic, fucking baby. 

much like he had learned from construction of the bear, feeling collected and confident — bare minimum feeling okay — took time. a lot of time, money, and effort — but also time, and carmy could do time. he was barely at thirty, and some days he felt like he had no time — but he would make time. for mikey’s daughter — his niece, mallory. 

he walked into mallory’s room after he had finished unloading the dishwasher. mallory insisted on keeping the door open with a super bright night light as she slept — so he only felt kind of bad walking into her room as she slept. he peeked around and his eyes widened. 

it was like he had hired barbie instead of the girl next door studying for a law degree. the wallpaper was set perfect, faux dressers — he really had to get real ones, but that could wait — were set up and filled with clothes, there were books, toys, and it was decorated very nicely. 

you had spoiled mallory.

you had spoiled mallory where carmy couldn’t find the time. 

you had said before you had left that mallory was lucky to have him… but all carmy could think about, staring at his niece, sleeping peacefully despite all she had been through, surrounded by items and colors that looked like it was out of a magazine, was how lucky he was to have you to come into his life. 

carmy was lucky to have you, and he would prove to his niece that he was lucky to have her around, too. 

#carmy berzatto #carmy smut #carmy #carmen #carmen berzatto #carmy au #carmy fic #carmy fluff #sugar #richie #sydney #the bear

[gothicflowers]

Black No.1

Alex Keller x Goth!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW. MDNI. golden retriever man and goth woman. I definitely wrote this for myself.

She's in love with herself, she likes the dark

And on her milk-white neck: The Devil's mark

Now it's All Hallows Eve, the moon is full

But will she trick or treat? I bet she will.

She’s polar opposite of him. He is every bit of blonde pretty as they come. His eyes always bright and charming. She is mystified energy wrapped in black cloth. He appreciates your taste in music. He even indulges in it sometimes. Your endless records are always playing on the turntable

She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu

Oh baby, Lily Munster ain't got nothing on you

Well, when I called her evil she just laughed

Well, cast that spell on me, boo bitch-craft

He was attracted to her energy. She doesn’t need a man’s attention or approval. She walks with her head high and demands respect. First time he seen you walk into a room all he could hear is the ringing in his ears and his eyes glued to you until you decided to stare him down in response. You made him blush so much he had to look away and fidget with his hands.

Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing

You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing

Dye 'em black. Ooh, dye 'em black

Black heels, black pants, black nails, black lipstick. That black eyeliner he loved to see run down your face when you just can’t take anymore of the pleasure he gives.

Black, black, black, black number one

Black, black, black, black number one

He loved watching you get ready. You took pride in your appearance. Everyday you’d apply your makeup and do your hair. Alex loved the lip color you always wore. It looked beautiful on your lips, and on his after passionately kissing you. The only lights on in the house at night were candles light. Softly illuminating the rooms creepy but cozy.

Little wolf-skin boots and clove cigarettes

An erotic funeral for which she's dressed

Her perfume smells like burning leaves

Every day is Halloween

Your perfume could always be smelled when you walked by. And your hair always smelled clean, Alex always thought he was smooth hiding that he was smelling it when you cuddled on your black silk sheets in the early morning. Your sent drives him wild

Alex loved buying you new clothes. He loved when packages came in and got to see you try everything on. He loved you in black lace. You did all the technical stuff for the 141 so you didn’t need to dress in combat gear. Instead, dressing like the mistresses of the night. Men’s heads would turn from the sent of vanilla when you walked by and to glance at your fishnet covered legs paired with a black pencil shirt accentuating your plump thighs and ass.

In the beginning it bothered Alex knowing that all the men around him craved you. You were a feast laid out before starving men. But he grew to know your loyalty to one another was fierce. He got you chain necklace with a small heart pendant with his name engraved on both sides. A subtle way for any man that looks at your soft breasts to know that you are taken.

Love, loving you was like loving the dead.

You clash against the camo clad men. You’re a reminder that there is something outside of war. A beautiful darkness that tells a story. Your soul that understands his fears, needs, joys, wants and desires.

It was like fucking the dead

Your long pointed nails would leave marks up his back. Your sent that stuck to the sheets. Your moans that would fill the air. Your need to be worshipped. His need to pray to your mind, spirit and body. Your delicate hands that would grab his jaw when you wanted to pull him down to you for a kiss. He loves how different you look from him and everyone around. His soft pants and whimpering meshed with your moans and cry’s from the pleasure his hands and tongue would bring you. The way he’d run his fingers along your back tattoo when you’re bent over for him.

#alex keller smut #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #alex keller cod #alex keller call of duty #flowerwrites #call of duty #gothic #Alex Keller

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

(13) 1 day: colorless

Myoui Mina x reader

Part of the series: Palette

Previous chapter: (12) 79 days: burnt sepia

1 day.

Loud, hurried footsteps vibrated through the stairwell, their urgency punctuated by desperate calls that, oddly enough, provided a strange sense of solace in the otherwise desolate and decaying building. It was eerily comforting to hear these familiar voices within the hollow, deteriorating walls, as they breathed life into what were once vibrant halls, dispelling some of the haunting silence that had taken spot.

You tilted your head, intrigued, as a group of people exited the building and gathered in the front yard, now overgrown with vines and crisscrossed with broken paths. They appeared oddly familiar, but you struggled to remember who they were.

You couldn’t even remember your own name these days. 

A shiver coursed through you, a remnant of the afternoon rain's lingering chill, and you shook your head in an attempt to ward off another bout of wandering thoughts. Lately, your attention span has dwindled to mere seconds.

Rubbing your eyes to try and clear your hazy vision, you returned your focus to the scene below, leaning against the rooftop's tall walls and continued to observe the group. One individual, in particular, caught your eye: a young woman with flowing, light-colored hair. Even from your far view eight stories above, her beauty was breathtaking. 

She was crying, supported by two other women of similar age, one with midnight-black hair and the other blonde, both equally beautiful. 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," the mystery woman cried, her voice trembling with tears as her legs gave way, sinking to her knees.

You did not know who this Y/N was, nor did you understand why this Y/N could cause such anguish to this seemingly angelic being before you. Nevertheless, you extended your arms as if to offer comfort, wanting to pull her into your arms for a hug, even from a distance. Your heart ached at the sight of her pain; all you wanted was to hold her close and soothe her pain.

"I love you," she managed to utter between sobs. 

Despite the physical distance that separated you, those three words pierced the air, resonating loudly in your ears, and coursing through your entire being, sending shockwaves through your heart.

Inexplicably, that simple sentence triggered a pang in your heart, like a searing fire racing through your veins. Blood began to seep through the cloth wrapped around your wrist wound, staining it rapidly. Scorching pain surged through your body from the wound, making everything go white, with a ringing noise echoing in your ears. 

"Ouch," you muttered, clutching your chest and stumbling toward a makeshift bed.

You could see your forearm veins slowly turning black, the poison spreading through your entire system. Coughing up dark droplets, your heart protested with frantic beats against the poison.

Suddenly overwhelmed with fatigue, you collapsed onto the bed, curling up on your side to ease the pain. In your hand, you hugged a small penguin plushie that had always brought comfort in times of fear and pain.

Amidst your struggle to remember things, like your previous life or recent events, the plushie's name always remained clear. "Mina" stitched onto the penguin's foot, was the name you could never forget.

"It hurts, Mina," you whimpered, your focus narrowing to the intense pain in your heart. The group of people in the courtyard faded into the background as you pleaded.

"Please make it stop."

As you sank deeper into the abyss of nothingness, the sounds of the people calling and conversing grew distant and indistinct, until your heart gradually lost the fight to the poison in your veins. .

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"She's not here, Mina," Chaeyoung whispered softly, making an effort to help the sobbing girl to her feet. Dahyun had given up on supporting Mina, upset with how Mina had chosen to navigate her relationship with Y/N.

The group consisted of your former co-workers, as well as some members of ITZY and TWICE. They had been searching tirelessly ever since Mina had woken up to find the bed next to her empty, with puddles of blood leading to the front door.

"It's okay," Chaeyoung tried to console the distraught Mina. It was the first time she had ever seen Mina in such a devastated state. "We'll find her."

"It's okay? Nothing is okay!" Ryujin snapped in response, her hands clenched into fists. "My best friend is bleeding out somewhere, probably lost and scared, and it's all her fault."

"She would have faded away even without Mina," the blonde tried to defend her friend, but even she felt feeble in her defense.

"She would have, but not like this," Karina chimed in, accusingly. "The poison is stronger for those who break the connection. You can't imagine how painful it is."

"I... I didn't mean to break it," Mina mumbled through her tears.

She hadn't felt anything when the connection was severed, so she had no idea how it had happened. But she had woken up to find the once-vibrant palette of colors, symbolizing your connection, empty and colorless, as if you had never existed.

"You could've just left her alone, you know?" Ryujin said with frustration, rubbing her forehead. "You could've just kept your distance if you knew you could never fully love her."

The group fell into silence, silently agreeing with Ryujin's words. Even Mina herself agreed; she knew she was in the wrong in this situation. Her concern for her reputation and ego had caused her to hurt the one she loved beyond repair. All those one-night stands and meaningless dates were nothing but a pitiful attempt to salvage her reputation, and they held no value compared to your love. She had, by her own actions, led you to your demise.

Deep down, she understood that it might be too late, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You had always been there, waiting for her to return after interviews or award shows. You were home, but now she comes back to find nothing but an empty bed and forgotten memories. 

"I'll go find Haerin." Minji murmured, Hanni following closely in her footsteps. 

The cat-like girl had continued her aimless wandering through the desolate halls of the building where you had once lived, refusing to leave without her unnie as the others gathered in the front yard.

She had promised to take care of you the way you took care of her, but she had failed. She couldn't find you, not like the way she did before. Haerin called your name with each step, the echoes serving as cruel reminders of your absence. Yet, you could no longer recognize her, even though you were just a few floors above. The distance between you, both physically and emotionally, had grown too vast to bridge.

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Mina had always considered the phrase "home is where the heart is" to be cliché. During her trainee days and even after she debuted with the girls, she never truly felt at home, despite her adoration for them. 

That changed when she met you.

Amidst her inner turmoil of conflicting emotions, she knew she loved you. Her love for you was so profound that it scared her because you held the power to shatter her heart into millions of pieces. Consequently, she ended up hurting you instead.

Lying alone in your bed, wearing your favorite t-shirt, she finally grasped that you had been her home all along. It took losing you for her to realize this painful truth.

The scent of your skin still lingered on the bedsheets, the book you never finished reading rested on the night table, and your favorite cap hung on the coat rack by the door. It felt as though you had never left, as if you would return from work any moment.

To keep you close, Mina had purchased the flat you had rented from the landlord. She intended to leave your room untouched just in case you ever found your way back into her arms. She knew that there was a possibility that she would never find you, or that you would never find your way back home. But she promised to love you regardless of the condition you were in and would wait for you here, whether it be in this life or the next.

You had patiently waited for her until the very end, and she intended to love you until her own journey's end in every lifetime. That's what soulmates are meant for, isn't it?

"Unnie?" A soft knock on the door jolted Mina awake.

She had drifted off while going through pictures of you on her phone. She regretted not taking more photos of you; you always insisted she was more of a model than you, preferring to capture her with your camera instead.

"Unnie, are you awake?" Haerin's gentle voice called through the door once more.

It had been months since the younger girl had spoken to Mina, but Mina couldn't blame her. Mina had taken away her beloved unnie, the person who had cared for the cat-like girl.

Opening the door, Mina found Haerin wearing one of your sweaters, a size or two too big for her, making her appear even smaller and more vulnerable than she was. The sight of Haerin in your clothing hurt Mina deeply; she resembled you so closely. The same large cat eyes, pale, sharp face, and a grin that always seemed to hide a secret.

But now, Haerin looked drastically different. It was evident that she hadn't been eating or sleeping. Her once-bright eyes now held a dull, gaunt look that deeply concerned Mina. It seems that Mina wasn’t the only one missing you. 

Haerin spoke again, her voice shaky, "Do you want to celebrate Y/N unnie's birthday with me?"

Nodding, Mina hesitantly reached out her hand to wipe away the tears streaming down Haerin's pale face. She was cautious, as if Haerin were a wounded bird that might fly away if she made a wrong move. Comforting wasn't her forte; you were always the one better at consoling people, not Mina. Nevertheless, she tried her best. The younger girl attempted to stifle a sob but ultimately broke down in the comfort of Mina's arms.

I'm sorry, Mina thought. I'll take care of Haerin until you come back home, Y/N.

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Walking towards the living room in the dark with a cake in her hands, Haerin nearly toppled over the two large canvases, accidentally pulling off the black fabric that you always kept over the canvases.

These were the artworks you’d been working on ever since you met, and you had refused to show them what you were painting. The girls had never had the courage to reveal what you were working on, until now.

There, under the candlelight of the cake, Mina and Haerin stood side by side in silence. You had drawn them on separate canvases, each representing your love for them.

One canvas showed Haerin basking in the sunlight on the living room floor with Jennifer, like two cats ready for an afternoon nap. This scene captured the peace and coziness you felt when you spent time with Haerin on those Sunday afternoons while you painted or edited your photos.

On the other canvas, Mina came to life in vibrant colors while the studio around her remained in stark black and white. You had captured the day you met Mina, where the first color you could see was Mina herself. Soft golden hues emitted from the Mina in the painting, as if she spread color from her very presence. Your painting showed how Mina brought color into your life, but it also revealed how deeply she had become entwined in your existence.

Every stroke of the brush was so sure. You’d always been so confident in your painting, just as you had been so sure of your love.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N unnie,” Haerin whispered as the hands struck midnight.

0 days. 

One last stinging sensation on her wrist signaled the end of everything. Mina took a deep breath and tried to remember how the pain on her wrists had felt for the last time as any trace of the tattoo faded into her skin.

Taking one last glance at the paintings, Mina closed her eyes and blew out the candles, leaving the room in darkness.

Just like her life was now, colorless without you.

And it would stay that way.

Until you loved her again.

In this life or the next.

Previous Chapter

Alternative Ending

Annnddd that's a wrap! 🥹 Thank you all for your patience and support throughout this journey. 🤍🤍 I hope the ending lived up to your expectations! This story holds a special place in my heart as my first work, and it took around four months to complete. As I am a sucker for happy endings, I will be writing another alternative ending. For those who also have a soft spot for happily-ever-afters, stay tuned 👀 Please let me know your thoughts!

#mina x reader #twice mina #mina x y/n #twice x reader #new jeans #itzy #ryujin #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #twice fic #gxg #wlw #kpop #original work #kpop fic #aespa #karina #soulmates #slow burn #angst #fluff #twice imagines #mina myoui #myoui mina #haerin #le sserafim #wherethefireliliesgrow #myoui mina x reader

[ghostsy]

Paint

WARNINGS: yandere, possessiveness, implied abuse, imprisonment, dissociation, nsfw, slight (v slight) daddy kink, noncon

A/N: this is pretty short, just like...a yandere kirishima thought dump

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO X READER

“Tell me you want me.”

The ceiling was white. She hated white, she decided. A blank canvas. Empty. She was so tired of empty. It was too smooth, no popcorn textures for her to count, nothing for her mind to grab onto. 

“I want you.”

A sigh, as if the words themselves gave him breath. Lips latched to her neck, biting and sucking and bruising. Too sharp teeth nicked at her skin, little rivulets of blood trickling down. But he wasn’t done.

“Tell me you need me.”

The walls were white too. Too dull, too cold, too sterile. Maybe he’d paint them if she asked. If she was good.

“I need you.”

His hands glided up and down, cupping her tits and squeezing at her waist. To make sure she was really there. In his bed. In his arms. Underneath him. Where she belonged. His touch was always too hot. Too hot as his fingers pushed her panties to the side, burning against her most sensitive place. 

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

Blue was a good color. She hadn’t seen the sky in a good long while. Maybe blue would let her breathe.

“I’ll never leave you.”

No matter how many times the words were forced from her lips, no amount of locks and chains and ropes and collars would ever soothe his paranoia. That didn’t stop him from using the accessories, however. There was a phantom itch at her ankle, underneath the too tight metal, that she would be unable to reach. 

He raised his head to watch her face, fingers taking their time, thumb swirling in circles and stars while his middle and ring finger, calloused and rough from years of breaking and being broken, pushed into her, petting and curling until the burning feeling inside her turned from disgust to anticipation.

Blue. Blue walls, she reminded herself. She changed her mind. She didn’t want to see the sky. It would just give her ideas, give her hope that had nowhere to go but to the void. Yellow?

“You’re mine.”

Yellow was a happy color. Would yellow walls make her happy?

“Say it.”

No, yellow was too happy. She feared the paint would mock her with its out of reach joy each time she caught its gaze.

His hand was at her throat. Why was it at her throat? Oh.

“I’m yours.”

Red? Not red. All she ever saw was red. His hair, his eyes, his punishments. All red. She decided she hated red more than white.

He ripped at the last of her clothes. Though, they weren’t really clothes, she thought. It was a shame. She used to love lace. And along with that love went her dignity.

She ruled out green for the same reasons as blue. Not pink either, he’d just use it as another excuse to infantilize her. 

“You’re beautiful, you know?”

What was left? Her mind was blanking on colors. What was his question?

“Don’t I get a thank you?”

There was a spark of irritation in his words. A spark that sent lighting through her nerves.

She fluttered her lashes, licking her lips, and his eyes glazed over, “Thank you, Daddy.” 

Yeah, fuck pink. 

That was close. She reached her head off the pillow, planting a kiss at his lips, soft and sweet, just the way he liked, to make up for her indiscretion. She had to be more careful with her colors. 

He smiled that razor sharp smile, and dipped his head to her breasts, taking a nipple in between his teeth, fingers speeding they’re motions. The tingling at her chest and in her gut was making it hard to focus.

Colors. What colors would she paint the walls? The knot in her stomach was growing, nerves dancing inside waiting with bated breath for the song to climax.

Black? Black could work.

The knot tightened, song roaring in her ears. Maybe the dark would hide her from her nightmares. Tighter and tighter, and louder and louder. Hide her from her shame.

Snap!

Her vision went white, and try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to hate the color still. 

“Fuck,”

The moonlight shone through the window bathing him in an ethereal light; she let her eyes wander his defined muscles as she came back down to Earth. Almost like a sculpture. What a nice view that could have been.

Drool was dripping from his fangs as he pulled his fingers from her, and she cursed herself for mourning the loss. His eyes were half lidded, glowing as he took the dewy fingers in his mouth, tongue licking sinfully over the digits, savoring the taste of her.

“You’re perfect.”

Black wouldn’t work. Too depressing, he’d tell her. He’d never be able to see her body. And to even suggest denying him of his rights would result only in his anger.

He guided his hand to her mouth, and she took his fingers between her lips, in and out and in and out, sucking the taste of his spit, and the taste of herself from them. She ran her tongue across the underside of the digits, meeting his gaze, wide eyed and wanting, and a sound more animal than man was forced from his throat.

She had to show some form of appreciation to spare herself from the angry red colors that reared their head whenever he felt she needed correction, drowning and burning her in heavy, suffocating lava.

He was shuffling out of his pants now. She couldn’t think of any more colors. Orange? No, orange reminded her of a different, more explosive type of anger—he always liked using orange as a threat. She tried her hardest to look away from the monster between his legs, but as he spread her knees, tip pressed against her, she spared a glance.

Fuck that was a bad idea, big and menacing and pushing into her. Oh god. Oh fuck. Stop. Too much. Too much. The walls, think about the walls. She hated this. Blue, black, green, red Red RED, fuck, please. 

The growl in his voice made her toes curl, and she hated herself for it. He groaned as he sheathed himself inside her, red locks tickling her neck, her vision going black; she swore she could feel him in her throat.

She hated it, hated the way she couldn’t hold back a whimper, hated the way he huffed out a laugh, tongue sweeping out to lick across his fanged teeth. She always hated this next part the most though.

“Tell me you love me.”

Try as she might, she would never get used to it. All of her nerves stood on end, and she found herself grateful for the lack of vibrance. It would have been too much, overwhelmed what little sensibilities she had left within her.

Maybe white was good. White was dull. White was empty.

“I love you.”

She decided she’d rather empty than any feeling at all.

#yandere bnha #yandere kirishima #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere mha #yandere kirishima eijirou #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere eijiro #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x you #angsty yandere is best yandere

[distortedclouds]

I love annie’s colour pallet, shes all milk skin, pale yellow hair and silver blue eyes

HONESTLY!!!

There's something very interesting happening with aruani's color pallets!! They're the exact same but with Armin's being more saturated, the colors are richer

Whether it's the hair, eyes, skin, or even clothes (it's not apparent in his shot, but Armin's shirts even when white are always more crisp compared to Annie's much warmer/less bright white hoodie) They're always put in the same colors, but Annie always feels like she's a little washed up, which adds up with how they've been raised:

Annie's personality and sense of self were squashed in favor of her being the optimal soldier, while. The "Icy" notion of her appearance is also about preservation/lack of growth. When you freeze something, it doesn't rot, but it also doesn't change and grow. So Annie has always been inside a crystal (her colors are even more washed up when she's actually in her crystal)

Compared to Armin, he was allowed to dream and grow, even when things were hard. His skin is more sun-kissed and his hair richer and fuller.

The contrast is still there, but it's a tiiiny bit less, post-canon. Armin is still in a dark suit and tie, while Annie's colors are lighter and softer. HOWEVER! Notice how they're not "washed" this time. They're only light, it doesn't feel like there's a filter over her

And now with the new edition:

I'm not sure how accurate the colors we have, but his suit is NOTICEABLY lighter in color and his hair is bright (some of it is due to the sun but my point still stands)

#ask #anon #annie #aruani #meta #kind of

[ikeromantic]

Luscious

A Barbatos fic, approx. 3500 words. Written as commission and kindly allowed to be shared here. Barbatos takes his love, Kara, out for a date. When he realizes how insecure she is about her appearance, he uses his devilish charm to show her how beautiful she is. TW: weight discussion, body image

Barbatos felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he watched Kara mount the steps to the castle. She was wearing another of Beel’s jerseys. The clothing didn’t suit her at all, but she looked comfortable, and the smile on her face made her beautiful no matter what she wore. He only wished it wasn’t another demon’s clothes draped over her.

She made a surprised moue when he opened the door before she could knock. “How did you know I was here already?” 

Barbatos smiled his little mysterious smile, but as her eyes went wider he chuckled and gave in. “It wasn’t any kind of magic. I saw you walking up from the window.”

Kara grinned. “Then does that mean you’re ready to go?” She peered past him into the castle. “Or does Diavolo need something before we head out?”

“The young master has what he needs for the day.” Barbatos held out his hand. “May I?”

She nodded, nervously tucking a bit of hair behind her ear before setting her palm against his. 

It felt like such an intimate gesture to him. This embrace of their intertwined fingers. Her skin was soft as satin and warm, and it sent a little thrill through him to hold onto her like this. A claim and an offer, all at once. She was his, and he made himself hers. 

“You have such a wide smile. What are you thinking about?”

“Hm? Oh, it isn’t important. Where would you like to go first? I believe we planned to visit a cafe and then go see the new wing of the botanical gardens. But we can do something else if you prefer?” Barbatos cocked his head, the tiny wings in his hair stretching with the question.

Kara considered the question, her eyes shading from grey to a darker green as she thought about it. “Mmm, let’s stick with the plan. I think it’ll be fun, so long as the carnivorous pitcher plant doesn’t eat me!” She giggled.

Barbatos squeezed her hand gently. “I would never let that happen.” 

It was a pleasant walk to the gardens, though the air was sharp with winter chill. The ever-dark skies sparkled with distant stars and the glow of the city’s lights. The botanical garden was impossible to miss. A giant glass sphere, it rose up against the velvet gloom, illuminated with a faint purple glow that raced and arced along the opaque panels. 

There was a decent crowd at the gates, but Barbatos bypassed the line. There were some benefits to being the Prince’s butler, afterall. Inside, the bustle of the street was quiet, subsumed by the thick, verdant leaves that grew along the walls and ceilings. 

“We should return in the spring,” Barb leaned close, his voice low and pitched for her ear only. “That is when the hell jasmine is in bloom. This entire path is covered in flowers.”

Kara leaned into him as he spoke, a little shiver running down her skin from the tickle of his breath. “That would be beautiful. But . . . does hell jasmine have some kind of effect? Because I don’t want to have to peel you off the ceiling or something.”

He grinned. “It does have a tendency to make us demons a bit more affectionate than usual.”

Her cheeks colored prettily and she looked down shyly. “That’s . . . good to know. I really need to brush up on my Devildom botany.”

“That is one reason we are here, no?” Barbatos cocked his head. 

“Yep.” She looked back up at him, regaining her equilibrium. 

Barbatos found her reaction to flirting adorable. She always seemed surprised by his interest, awkwardly flattered by his compliments. He loved seeing her eyes light up and her cheeks heat, even if she still tried to hide her reaction from him. 

The first display was a collection of frozen gerbera, all in wintry colors. Blue and white and faded grey, they exuded a brittle coldness. Their delicate petals glistened as if coated with a thin sheen of ice. 

“Hm. I remember these.” Kara shut her eyes. “They’ll freeze my eyeballs if I look for too long.”

“Bravo. Very good. That’s exactly right.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “In the Devildom, some of the most beautiful things are quite dangerous.”

“Guess that’s why I’m completely safe,” she gave a half-hearted laugh at her own joke.

Barbatos shook his head, guiding her away from the display. “I disagree, respectfully. You are one of the most dangerous creatures I know.” 

She laughed again, but didn’t reply - and he didn’t press the issue. She often made these little comments about herself, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. It was as if she did not know how exquisite she was.

The next display was the 666 leafed clover. A vast plant with so many leaves that it was best viewed from a narrow walkway suspended over it. Barbatos gestured for Kara to go first, but she shook her head. 

“That’s ok. I’d rather just look at it from here.” She smiled, but he could see it wasn’t genuine. There was shame in her eyes as she looked away.

“Kara, are you afraid of heights? I won’t laugh if you are.” Barbatos tugged gently at her hand, hoping she’d look at him again. He couldn’t understand her mood and wanted very much to know what had caused it. 

She shook her head. “N-no. It’s not that. Just . . .” She trailed off and then took a deep breath. “It’s pretty narrow. I’m too fat to go climbing on something like that.” Her laugh was as false as her smile. “It’s fine. I don’t need the view. The plant is pretty impressive from here.”

“Too . . . fat?” Barbatos raised an eyebrow. Kara was curvy, soft, and delectable. Her weight filled out her form, and gave her a voluptuous silhouette.

“Ahaha, yeah. I mean, you noticed already, right? It’s not like I can really hide it.” She shrugged, still not meeting his gaze. “Anyway, can we not talk about this?”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “As you like. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Kara turned her head just enough to see his face, the corner of her lips lifting in a tiny half-smile. “It’s fine.” 

Barbatos did his best to keep the conversation light and flowing as they visited the next few exhibits. He kept up a running flow of commentary and questions, and it seemed to work. She was smiling again, a genuine grin that reached her eyes and lit her expression with joy. 

They left the gardens laughing, and talking. Kara was telling him about the plants in the mortal realm, and Barbatos listened with rapt attention. She was a smart woman, always open to learning. And he could see how much she loved sharing what she knew. It was one of the things he liked about her. 

She was so engrossed in their conversation that she didn’t see a huge puddle on the sidewalk. It was definitely deep enough to soak her shoes. Barbatos let go of her hand to reach for her waist, intending to lift her over the puddle. 

Kara nearly leapt out of his grasp as his hands settled on her middle. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you safe and dry.” He smiled.

She finally noticed the dip in the sidewalk and the dirty water that filled it. “Oh! Eww. What is that even? It hasn’t been raining.”

“It has not.” He chuckled. “So let’s make sure it doesn’t get on you.” He started to lift her, but stopped at her shout.

“Hey! No need for that. I’ll just step around it.” Her smile went false again as she added, “Wouldn’t want you to throw your back out.” 

Barbatos frowned. “I’m not the strongest of demons. Not like Beelzebub, for example.” His gaze drifted to her shirt and he felt that hot, unpleasant jab of jealousy again. “But I can surely lift my lady over a puddle.”

Kara wriggled out of his grasp, tugging the shirt this way and that to make sure she was still completely covered and it hadn’t bunched from his grip. “I didn’t mean it that way, Barb. I know you’re strong. But I’m pretty heavy. You don’t need to go picking me up. I don’t -”

He’d let it go earlier, but he felt he couldn’t keep letting her insist on something that was not true. “Kara.” He said her name gently, but with a tone that could not be ignored. 

She stopped speaking mid-sentence. Her eyes were wide and full of deep embarrassment, as if she had done something she desperately wanted to hide. Kara began to look away, but Barbatos caught her chin.

“No. I apologize for being so forward, but I cannot let this continue.” He let go of her chin after a moment, and let his hand trace the line of her jaw, her neck, down the curve of her shoulder. “You keep making these comments about yourself. Negative comments.”

“Barb, I - I know how I look. And it’s just easier if I make jokes about it. It’s fine.”

Barbatos shook his head, his wings flicking in agitation. “It is not.” He took a breath, unsure how to best phrase what he needed to say. Despite his long years of life, he could count the number of close relationships he’d had on one hand, and still have fingers left over. 

Romantic love was a new territory for him, and he cared for Kara so much that he worried anything he might say would cause her hurt. But he could see she was hurting herself, over and over again. These thoughts, these jokes, and mean comments. They cut her, and she hid it behind a fake smile and a laugh, just as she hid her body beneath bulky clothes.

“Do you know why I asked you to go out with me?” He trailed a finger down her arm, his nail scraping the slick cloth of the Fangol jersey. 

“Umm. I guess because I like tea. And books?”

Barbatos nodded. “Those are some of the things I noticed about you. You are smart, and curious. But you are also beautiful.”

Kara’s cheeks pinked. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Do you know how pretty you are?” He stepped closer, his other hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

“I . . . I guess I have a nice face?”

Barbatos ruffled her hair. “Every part of you is nice.”

Her face went even hotter, until the tips of her ears were red. “You can’t say that. You haven’t seen all of me.”

He smiled. “No?”

Kara’s eyes went wide. “Have you? You haven’t, right? You wouldn’t use your power to - to -”

“No, I haven’t. But I can see you, Kara.” He let his hands slide down her sides, tracing the outline of her beneath the over-sized jersey. “There is nothing here that is not perfect.”

“Pffft. Please. I’ve been trying to diet with Asmo. And work out with Beel. I know I'm waaaay off perfect.”

Barbatos gently squeezed her hips. “To me, you are flawless. An exquisite beauty.”

Her mouth opened to reply, but then closed again. She was flustered, unused to such compliments. Unqualified by criticism, and without ulterior motive. Kara hugged him then, her arms wrapping around his waist, her face buried against his chest. 

He held her gently, stroking her back. There were no words needed, only touch. They stayed like that for several breaths. When Kara let go, Barbatos took her hand again. “I have an idea,” he told her.

Instead of the cafe, he took her to Majolish. 

“Erm. Not to ask a stupid question, but I thought we were going for lunch?” Kara raised an eyebrow. 

“We will. But first, I’d like to get you a gift.” Barbatos nodded to one of the sales clerks. He knew most of the staff here, from his orders for Diavolo. They hurried over, and after a quick, whispered conversation, hurried away again. 

Kara watched this exchange warily. “Barb, what are you planning?”

“Patience. You’ll see in a moment.” He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. 

She sighed. “Alright.” 

A few moments later, the clerk came to get them, and led them to a private dressing room. A row of outfits hung from a rack, dresses and skirts and tops, several in shades of green. The clerk left them with a reminder to ring the bell if anything else was needed.

Once they were alone again, Kara gave him an unreadable look. “You want to buy me clothes?”

Barbatos nodded. “If you find an outfit you like, yes.” He gestured to the rack. “I would never tell you what to wear, but I’d like to spoil you with something nice, if you like.”

She nibbled at her lower lip as she considered, then nodded. “Alright. But only if I’m comfortable in it. When I come here with Asmo, he always picks the most ridiculous outfits.”

“I can well imagine.” He laughed, knowing the fifth brother’s style. 

Kara nodded as she walked to the rack. “I like my skirts to be a little longer than my shirts, you know?” She tugged conscientiously at Beel’s jersey. 

“Mmmm. I do know.” 

She picked through the clothes on the rack, settling on a dark green dress made from silvered spider-silk to try on first. 

Barbatos waited for her to come show him, but she didn’t emerge from the changing room for quite awhile. “Is everything alright, Kara? Do you need help?”

“N-no. I -” She cleared her throat. “Did you see the price tag on this?”

“I did not. Perhaps if you come out, I can check it?” 

There was a flurry of movement behind the door and then a reluctant Kara stuck her head out. “The tag’s on the sleeve.” She held her arm out toward him. 

Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “Could you come here? To me?”

She made a face, but after a moment complied. The dress was stunning on her. It hugged her curves, emphasizing her bust and hips in a complimentary way. The dress was a perfect length for her frame too, just long enough in the legs to make her seem taller than she was. 

“You’re smiling again. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about nothing.” She put a fist to her hip and frowned.

“I was just thinking how beautiful you look in that.” He tilted his head, the wings in his hair gave a contented stretch. 

Kara’s face heated, and she clasped her hands in front of her as if trying to cover up. “I don’t know. It’s too tight. And it’s not very practical at all. And expensive!”

Barbatos shrugged. “Don’t look at the tag. Just tell me how you feel in it.”

“Exposed.” Her frown deepened. 

“Then choose something else. I want you to be happy with what you pick too.” Barb gestured. “And I will enjoy the fashion show.”

That coaxed a laugh from her. “A fashion show? With one person?”

“With my favorite person.” 

Her shy smile was so adorable that he wanted to kiss her. Kara nodded after a moment, and went to choose another outfit. This time a light green skirt and cream top. She came out of the dressing room without being coaxed this time, though she was clearly uncomfortable. Her hands kept fluttering to her waist, tugging the shirt down to make sure her belly didn’t show. 

She went back again and again, discarding each outfit. Too short, too tight, too low cut, too much back revealed . . . it seemed as if she wouldn’t be happy unless the clothes fit her like, well, like one of Beel’s old shirts. No matter how Barbatos complimented her, she simply could not see her own beauty.

She was on the next to last outfit. A velvety dress with dark green buttons and delicate crystal beading along the bodice. It was gorgeous on the hangar and Barbatos couldn’t wait to see what it would look like on her.  

He could hear her in the changing room, the rustle of clothing and muttered curses. After a long moment, she called out. “Can you come help me? These damn buttons were clearly made by devils.”

“Clearly,” he chuckled.

Kara opened the door enough for him to see the problem. She couldn’t see the tiny buttons to match them to the small button-holes. Her fingers kept sliding over the fabric, getting nowhere. “You know, it’s probably fine. I think this one’s too -”

He stepped inside, letting the changing room door shut. The space was smaller than he’d realized, and with him inside, Kara was nearly pressed up against the mirrored wall. “Sorry,” Barbatos murmured, though he didn’t feel truly sorry. Her closeness was more than pleasant.

“It’s fine,” she replied breathily, turning so that he could get at the buttons. Like this, she was facing the mirror, her back against him. 

Barbatos ran his hands lightly up her back, enjoying the little shiver of pleasure she gave. “This dress is lovely on you.” He began doing up the buttons, taking a bit more time than strictly needed.

Kara tried to take a step back to get a better look in the mirror, but there wasn’t space. “I don’t know.”

“Mmmm. I do.” He leaned forward, so that his lips nearly touched her ear. “The color brings out your eyes, green as the deep forest with just a hint of silvery moonlight.” His hands, done with the buttons, drew slowly down her back. “The velvet fabric is a hint at the delicate softness beneath.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed at his touch, and she let out a slightly ragged exhale. 

Barbatos pressed closer still, knowing the move was ungentlemanly, but unable to stop himself. Kara woke something in him, a most uncouth flame, one he did not wish to extinguish even as etiquette demanded. He let his hands rove across her hips. “The silhouette flatters your shape, and shows you to good advantage.” 

Kara made a sound in her throat. She turned toward him, her full, luscious figure against his chest, her face so close to his that he could feel the ghost of her breath on his cheek. 

“You are so beautiful that I cannot help but want to touch you. To kiss you.” He reached with one hand to brush his thumb over her lower lip. If the velvet of the dress was soft, what word then for her lips? He couldn’t think of one, not with the pounding of his heart and the flames of need racing through his veins. “May I?”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes opening. There was such vulnerability in them. A fragile delicacy that made his heart ache. 

Barbatos kissed her. He meant it to be gentle, a sweet first kiss. And that was how it started. The exchange of breath and life, the press of her warm mouth to his. Her hands settling on his shoulders as his hands went around her waist. But the feel of her against him was almost more than he could bear. The temptation of her. 

The kiss deepened as her lips opened to him. His tongue delved past them and into the silky heat of her mouth. Caressing her, tasting her. 

Kara kissed him back with just as much passion. She did not simply yield. Her tongue played against his, teasing, exploring. She slipped between his lips, all heat and fire and sweetness. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. The touch sent fire racing down his spine, an electric jolt of pleasure that made him want more. 

It was only with great reluctance and a burst of willpower that Barbatos drew back from the kiss. He felt breathless, undone. His normally unflappable demeanor swept away. He tried to regain his composure.

“Your - your hair,” she said after a moment, and reached to straighten it. Barb stood completely still, enjoying the sensation of her grooming him. It was strange and pleasant to be taken care of. 

He laughed softly, and caught her hand as she drew away, kissing her fingertips. “Thank you.”

Red suffused her cheeks, as if she suddenly realized what they’d done. Making out in the changing room. “S-sure.”

“I’ll step out and give you a moment.” He let her hand go and backed out of the tiny space. 

Kara came out a moment later, still sporting spots of pink in her cheeks. “Do you . . . really think it looks nice?”

Barbatos was almost surprised by the question. “I do. You are gorgeous. But, how do you feel?”

Her jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat he thought she would reject this option as well, but then she nodded. “I . . . I feel pretty.” A trembling smile rose to her lips. “If you still want to get me something, I think - I think I like this one.”

“An excellent choice.” He took her hand and spun her about slowly. “I think I may have to take you dancing, to celebrate.”

“The dress?” She peered up at him, a skeptical eyebrow raised.

Barbatos laughed. “No, not the dress. I want to celebrate our first kiss. The first of many, I hope.”

Kara’s smile widened, her eyes shining silver as starlight. “Me too. In fact . . . could we . . .”

He answered by pulling her close and kissing her again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om #obey me barbatos #barbatos #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

[starleska]

Hi yes hello there, I'm losing my mind. So I was just perusing the lovely artwork on the Welcome Home "Welcome Home!" page and I noticed something. There are only two pictures (that I've found) of Eddie's watch that actually show the face of the watch, now the weird thing about that is its coloring. Half of it is white, and the other is black. Now if we assume that the watch is placed like an actual clock (with 12 pointing up) this would mean that the hours 9 to 6 are black. When I saw this my first thought was that 9PM to 6AM were being covered. Adding more credit to those who find it odd that both Sally has some weird moon imagery (on her clothes and house) and the fact that the show always ended before it got dark. Theorizing that stuff goes down after dark, typically, in the US, the sun sets at 9 and rises at 6. Now that I've had time to think this through I've realized that the watch would also display 9AM and 6PM in the black bits. All this to say, I have solved nothing but if I kept this in I think I would explode. Sorry for such a big...ask? (I didn't ask anything) uh, what's your favorite color?

👀👀👀 now anon, you're absolutely onto something here, but i'm not sure how much i can say!! i highly recommend going and becoming a monthly supporter of Clown's Kofi, and having a look at the concept art for Eddie there - with the understanding that no one should repost art made available only to supporters, or be discussing what's available there without Clown's consent. because of this, i'm only going to talk about the art currently available on the Welcome Home website, which we know to be canon:

you're absolutely right...that is a curious design choice. i've had a scour of the website as well and agree with you that of the canon art we have, these appear to be the only ones which show the face of Eddie's watch...and it's such a severe design for a children's puppet show character. i'm trying to think of all of the Welcome Home characters' cast designs as through the mind of being designed for children, and that makes some choices feel very odd indeed;;; i want to point out that the hours which are shaded actually appear to be 9pm till 3am - 6 hours which can be indisputably be considered night-time in the US. if one of the numbers were 6, the other would have to be 12 to make a vertical slice across the watch face. i'm unsure if this is relevant, but here in the UK, 9pm is our watershed - the hours past which adult content is allowed to be broadcast on television, with the understanding that most children will be in bed then. one could argue that the design has been simplified to convey the concepts of night and day easily to a young audience, but the sharp black half - which doesn't appear to show individual hours like the light half does - gives the idea of those times being off-limits somehow. perhaps we're overthinking it, and it really is as simple as 'Eddie and the rest of the Welcome Home cast have bedtimes similar to that of the children who watch the show, and his watch is half-blacked out to show kids when night-time is.' on the other hand...i find this sharp blackness to have a similar jarring effect to the ooze creeping out from underneath Home's door, and the spiral void we can see on the Neighbourhood map on mobile. yes, Eddie's design and the other characters have small areas of blackness to balance out the overwhelming rainbow of their designs...but this is an interesting choice indeed 👀💖 [edit] oh!!! my favourite colour's green :3c

#eddie dear #welcome home theories #welcome home speculation #welcome home spoilers #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks #starleskatalks

[lamentingocean]

JAHA X READER

The dark clouds of the sky but only a memorable day of potentially dangerous rejection and love can occur into the streets of China, jaha didn't know what to do since he had always been the smartest in every situation and in every battle.

of when his clothes are bathed in the blood of powerful fighters and soldiers along his path to his goal, and to a world of bliss for rules to not be followed by such a class of martial artists,

Throwing their yuan away in such a cocky mentality, the master of the black rabbit clan knew how to take care of threats like that, even if it means having shards of a enemy's sword getting scattered in the ground of class, even if it means protecting ilyang, even if it means protecting Y/N from the dangers of this world, the dangers of China and therefore their path to power and vengeance leading to destruction and wars,even if it means the essence of insanity scraped his soul.

yuan rattled on his hand as he surveyed the remaining gifts to buy for Y/N. It was pure ruby earrings. It was a beautiful chinese dress, it was perfumes of the finest caliber of scents. there are so many options.

A flashback banged into his head. He suddenly remembered what you like, and what you like mattered to him even if he's a cold-blooded killer with an aura called the definition of danger.

"I actually like blue earrings, I like the way they shine, and they look like the ocean to me? Don't you agree?"

he came inside the shop where the earrings were stored at, there were many shades of color, blue, green, white, black, gray, orange. the blue one on the side caught his blood red eyes.

the beautiful earrings looking into his eyes were called.

The forbidden city of the ocean, it all spelled out in Chinese, and a rare Chinese ink to make it stand out more. he picked them up in slight awe. thinking: Would they look good on her? a voice interrupted his thought process. it was a man in the first desk.

with an angry look on why he dared touch a fine piece of jewelry, wearing his hands like an illuminating necklace, jaha questioned in his ordinary sass.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

"You're touching a rich peice of jewelry? If you aren't going to pay for that, then get the hell out of my shop?"

he picked up the jewelry anyway and walked up to him. The intimidation scared the man that insulted a master terrified him to the brink. like it went through his thick skull. a large amount of yuan slammed onto the desk.

"I need to pay for this."

"First of all, you don't come up to my shop like that sir, most people treat the jewelry with respect."

It was at this point that this man was pushing him to the brim, even the vein on his forehead shown it as a sign to stop talking before death kisses him in the face into the afterlife. the man hesitated on spitting out the next words that will spill in the next second.

and if he did, then he had a 30 chance to be alive. His red eyes took his mind into a terrified panic. his words spit out orchestras of fear.

"FINE. IT'S FREE. TAKE IT. JUST DONT HURT ME.."

his sweat soak his armpits, the filling shit of his system kept pouring down out of fear of whoever this man is.

"W-who are you?"

his footsteps walked to the door, and jaha didn't want to speak to him any longer after his terrified voice almost gave him a nearing headache. He looked at the real price of the earrings.

"Hmm..50,000 yuan."

he went to a place he knew you would be at, since that's a place that stored the most memories of you inside that insane head. It was raining blossoms.

he saw you near the lake, looking beautiful as ever, with (whatever chinese outfit you like) somehow. he felt happy and a sensation of peace in his aura. like he felt like he was in heaven with you. Blossoms coated his void black hair cutely.

you turned with a bag of desserts on your arm, happy to be spending time with jaha after all the missions and drama you two have gone through.

From the demonic cult, the martial arts league, the light faction, and the dark faction.

you saw him with an existing happiness and popped a strawberry, chocolate cake that is small as a kitten in his mouth.

"COME ON♡ LETS GO TO THE QIXI FESTIVAL!"

(my comeback era for writing came back)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

[rayraygo1267]

A Gabenath Fanfiction: Admiration in Disguise Chapter Five

Note: Ahhh it's the last chapter you guys!

Rated: T

Warnings: Minor Language

Word Count: 3,716

Link to Chapter Four

Chapter Five

I greatly appreciate the opportunity you have given me—

Nathalie huffed, pressing a pointed finger to the backspace key of her keyboard. She could already feel a migraine beginning to form behind her eyes — pricking like sharp needles insistently into the crevices of her brain. She knew it would soon develop into a full fledged dizzy spell if not mitigated, but her focus was too captivated by her current objective to make any moves to do so.

This was her fifth attempt at a rough draft and once again she was staring at a blank white screen, the mouse cursor silently blinking back at her, daunting her as if they were in a silent standoff, the absence of words on her computer screen edging her on. 

It had been five days since she had tested the waters with Gabriel, crossing over the boundary line that she herself had set firmly in place, and five days since she'd made the decision that would alter her life in a way that she could have never anticipated, much less with permanent ramifications. 

Nonetheless, the decision had to be made and she knew it was the best option. It was the option that would give the Agreste family their best chance at being reunited with Emilie — their best chance at happiness. 

Nathalie  knew if she stayed with them any longer, she'd get in the way of that. Her feelings for Gabriel were only growing and getting profusely out of hand and if she pursued them any further she'd hinder any chances Gabriel had at accomplishing his goal. Her impending illness also didn't help matters, as it was seemingly only getting worse as the days went on.

She didn't know where she'd be going from here, for the Agreste's had been the closest thing she had obtained to any kind of family for the past decade. The mere thought of starting anew without them was akin to the feeling of a piece of dried up sandpaper being torn apart and shredded, like her own heart was being forcefully ripped from her chest. But regardless of how much it would pain her, she knew it was what had to be done.

Luckily, she loved the Agreste’s enough to let them go.

Gabriel Agreste was nearly finished with the spring's new clothing line. He just had to read over a few more documents and sign a few more waivers and then the line would be selling in stores worldwide, just in time for the beginning of April. The main features consisted of flowy spring dresses with the hem passing just below a woman's knees and brightly colored shirts with the Agreste brand logo printed across the front. Most critics would perhaps consider the design  to be overworked but Gabriel knew it would sell out like wildfire. 

And if he were being honest with himself, he couldn't wait to be done with this whole ordeal. It had been taking up too much of his time, and time wasn’t something he always had available to him — what with having another life as Hawkmoth? 

In spite of that, he wanted nothing more than to be rid of the fashionable obligation. Having a double life was far from easy and if he could take one burden off his plate then he’d also be able to turn his focus to more vital affairs. 

Just the thought of having such a weight lifted off his shoulders, made a small smile lift up from the corners of his lips as he took a sip of his miraculously still piping black coffee. As he swallowed, the warm liquid descending down his throat with a scorching aftertaste, Gabriel felt a small tinge waver through him, causing his tongue to go numb. He stared down into the mostly filled mug, then upward as his eyes reflected off the ceiling’s light fixtures then back down into the dark caffeinated fluid.

It was coffee, coffee that Nathalie had brought him just this morning. Her attitude had been stoic, permitting no comment other than regular pleasantries.

She had been, for lack of a better term, quite reserved these last few days, only assisting him when asked and of course firmly sticking to addressing him with respectable mannerisms.

Gabriel didn't enjoy the tension that was building up between them. It almost felt like two strangers living together in one house, only speaking when necessary and keeping to themselves their own personal lives. They had never previously held each other at such a distance and although they hadn't been as close as Gabriel wished for them to be, their friendship was better than this — than nothing. 

Friendship, Gabriel pondered, his eyes momentarily darting back to his design pad. It seemed they didn't even share that anymore. Not since that day, not since Nathalie had changed the wavelengths of their relationship to a more open ended setting.

He had wanted to talk to her about all this, in fact his brain started churning out speeches and scenarios — some with better outcomes than others — but how did one tell another of their desperate need for a closeness without opening their heart to them? Gabriel was not a social person, most people were aware of that. He didn't like overly drawn out conversations, or any sort of unnecessary intimate relations, he much preferred to keep to himself.

Just last night he had gone to see Emilie, asking her for her advice seemed like the best course of action to take. He felt foolish thinking back on it now, for Emilie seemed to be the only way he knew how to deal with his problems. Nevertheless, he had to inquire with her one last time and even without hearing her voice, he knew what she would say. He knew she would tell him to be honest with himself — with Nathalie — and he knew she was right.

Yet a problem still remained, one that had kept him up at night tossing and turning in frustration. 

He didn’t know how to proceed. He felt as though things were already set in stone, like even if he were to give Nathalie the world, she’d just hand it back to him with a simple but clipped, “No thank you sir.” 

Gabriel's forehead creased as he suddenly remembered his current task at hand and the time parameters that were in place along with it. He couldn't think of Nathalie right now, no matter how much his mind yearned to. He couldn’t… not when he had work to do, plus what most would call the ‘universe’ seemed to have a different agenda as a soft knock echoed from outside his office door.

"Sir," came Nathalie's voice, as velvety and soft as ever. Gabriel felt his sternum contract, his middle thumping soundly against his chest.

"I know you're very busy but may I please come in for a moment? There is something I'd like to discuss."

Gabriel stared down at the documents in front of him, frowning as a wet, brown smudge marked one of the pages, the remainder of a tiny droplet that had fallen from the rim of his coffee cup.

The knocking returned, though this time with a more forceful reverberation. Gabriel  jolted, the blood flowing back into his veins as he moved, hurriedly tidying up his mess of a workspace, suddenly self conscious of his cluttered surroundings. 

"Sir?" Nathalie called again, this time not accompanied with a knock.

Gabriel blew out a breath, forcing himself to remember how to speak.

"Erm, yes Nathalie, come in." He spluttered, mushing his work documents into somewhat of a neat pile.

Nathalie opened the door, her stance stiff and her gaze fixed. In her hands she held a manila envelope that her hands seemed to like fidgeting with the corners of.

"Hello, sir." She murmured, her tone vacant. Gabriel peaked up at her over the rim of his glasses, frowning.

"Is something wrong Nathalie? Are you feeling alright?” He spoke calmly, despite the soft yet consistent pound of his heart, “Is everything okay with Adrien?"

Nathalie blinked, "Your son is fine sir. He is currently at his fencing lesson."

Gabriel nodded, scanning her, trying to find an explanation for her unusual behavior, though this behavior had been rearing its ugly head for the last five days. 

Nathalie could see that Gabriel was trying to figure her out and rather than leave him in the dark, she pressed on, knowing that if she didn’t do this now, she wouldn’t be able to make herself do it at all.

"I'm resigning, sir."

The words were thick in her throat, yet somehow she had managed. Nathalie placed her letter of resignation on top of Gabriel's desk, not daring to meet his eyes.

Gabriel was stunned to say the very least. Perhaps he’d misheard her, for what she had just said had to have been a mistake. He couldn't bring himself to even acknowledge her words let alone some fruitless letter of resignation.

If he acknowledged it, it would take a presence as reality and he couldn't accept that. He could not accept Nathalie leaving. Not when he needed her — not when her presence was the one thing that brought him any amount of joy anymore. He wouldn't stand for this. He refused.

"What are you going on about Nathalie? I don’t think I understand," Gabriel snapped, voice shrilling as he bolted to his feet, his movements so haste that a splash of coffee flew from his white mug and landed in a nice little splotch onto one of his documents.

Nathalie sighed. She had anticipated this reaction but that did not take away from the fact that she didn't particularly want to witness it.

"I can no longer work for you, sir. I've come to realize that I am no longer a decent candidate in helping you achieve your quest in saving Emilie. Due to my illness and...other circumstances I know I will only restrict you."

Gabriel scoffed, scowling, color rising in his cheeks."Don't be ridiculous Nathalie. You know this is all pointless without you. I need you." As the words left his mouth, he could  feel all the emotion dripping from his voice like the ends of a drippy umbrella.

Nathalie's heart swelled at Gabriel’s words, though tinted with what felt close to a seething burning sensation. She really hoped Gabriel wouldn't beg her to stay. If he pushed too much she didn't think she'd have the strength to deny him.

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be sir. You know I only want what's best for you and Adrien—"

"You are what's best for me and Adrien!" Gabriel lashed, pounding his fist to his desk, causing his coffee cup to take a full tumble to the ground.

Out of instinct, Nathalie made a move to retrieve it but stopped short when Gabriel only kicked it farther out of reach, causing it to roll against the wall and crack on its side.

"Sir!" Nathalie yelped, "You need to get ahold of yourself!”

Gabriel’s cheeks burned, his eyes bulging, "How can I Nathalie?” He snapped.

“How can I? Huh? My assistant—” he paused, stumbling over his choice of phrasing, “my friend who has stood by my side for years suddenly decides to get up and leave? No notice, no explanation—"

Nathalie could practically palpate the sharp pang reverberating throughout her. She could feel a fervent heat building behind her eyes.

"I told you sir. I'm holding you back."

Gabriel huffed, crossing his arms,"You're not—"

"I'm sick aren't I?" Nathalie interrupted, causing Gabriel to hesitate. She was right. He had been taking precautions when it came to fighting for the miraculous and handling her illness, but he wouldn't say she was holding him back.

He needed Nathalie if he ever wanted to be reunited with Emilie. He needed Nathalie because without her his heart wouldn't be beating and oh how he missed that beat. The beat and thrum of loving another was something most only got to experience once, yet somehow he’d been fortunate enough to get to experience it for a second time. He was far too selfish to give it up now. 

Gabriel's telling silence had been enough of an explanation for Nathalie and a good decoy to shield him from the truth.

"I'll only make things harder. With me around, you won't be able to focus on saving Emilie, not if you have to constantly worry about keeping my health in check."

Gabriel's face twisted up into a bitter sneer, his eyes narrowed, "Your health can be dealt with. As long as you don't use the peacock miraculous—"

"But you need Mayura, don't you?" Nathalie reasoned, hands resting firmly on her hips.

Gabriel's eyes flickered, considering.

"Yes...which is exactly why you need to stay. I can't do this without you."

It was like being stabbed, her body leaking out from the inside. Those words confirmed it. That was all she was good for. She was his assistant, she was Mayura and nothing more.

Nathalie could feel her insides burn, her face heating with a flush of anger. Why couldn't she be good enough? Why did he beg for Mayura to stay? Why couldn't he beg for her? 

"I'm sure you can find a way to fix the peacock miraculous, sir. And then you'll be able to use it yourself. You'll no longer need me—“ she wavered, “er…or Mayura.” 

Nathalie sucked in a breath, prepared for Gabriel to have another outburst but all he did was sigh. A deep, wearied sound, his pointer finger and thumb resting over the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you doing this Nathalie? What have I done that has caused you to want to leave so badly? If you don't want to help Emilie, fine. I don't expect you to but I do want you here. You are my assistant after all."

The air in Nathalie’s lungs grew thick, her mouth parting. Sometimes one had to be more careful when it came to their desires.  "Sir..." her will power was crumbling before her like cracked plaster. 

Gabriel stared her down, his previous defeated demeanor glossing over.

"Is it a raise? Is that it? Is that what you want?" Gabriel hurled. He knew he was being unethical but his anger was getting the best of him — taking reign over anything else.

It was like being slapped, an abrupt showering burst of cold water while lying in the sun. A pang of hurt washed over Nathalie, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Are you serious?" She muttered, her voice hoarse and full of disbelief.

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow, testing her, despite his inner conscience trying to reign him back in.

Nathalie scoffed, her guilt for trying to let him down gently, washing away like dust on a surface.

"You really think I'm doing all this because...because I want your money?"

The fierce punctuation of Nathalie’s words halted Gabriel in his tracks. He immediately knew he'd overstepped, but he also knew it was too late to turn back, "Nathalie..."

"No!" Nathalie barked, raising a pointer finger. She was more than just angry now, she was pissed.

"I've known you for years, Gabriel. I was there when you were at your lowest, barely making damned near ends meet and you have the gall to think I, of all people, who has continuously stood by your side in all this," she paused, gesturing wildly, "madness? You really think that all I want out of this is your damn money? Are you kidding me?"

Gabriel felt himself unravel, even if he was aware that he was being illogical, he couldn't think of anything else to go off of, he was skin deep in this. 

"Then why Nathalie? Explain it to me! Why are you doing this?!"

Nathalie's eyes flared, red lights curving around the edges of her sight as she let out an enraged cry.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

The words hung in the air, potent and true and both parties were still in awe of them even after several moments. Nathalie's vision was fuzzy, shrouded by her tears. She imagined her face was blotchy, her glasses fogged, but she had to think fast, she had to say something. She had to make sure Gabriel understood. She hadn't wanted him to find out this way or rather at all but now that he has she had to regain control of the situation.

"And..." she breathed, voice choked and uneven, "that conflicts with your objective and this will only make things even more complicated."  She kept her gaze trained on the floor, not wanting to face the man she'd just admitted to loving.

Gabriel was dumbfounded. He felt like all the muscles in his body had turned to mush. His head spun, his heart raced. Was it true? Was Nathalie truly in love with him? Even after all he's done? Could she still have found a way to see the good in him? He wasn’t a fool, he was well aware that he was quite a difficult man to love but somehow, some way Nathalie managed.

Gabriel’s mouth parted, then closed again, words clogged in his throat, fighting desperately for release.

"Nathalie..." he breathed.

"Don't."

Nathalie didn't need to hear him say it. She didn't need his rejection when she was already planning to leave anyway.

"I'm going. You don't need to say anything." Nathalie said, moving back from his desk.

Gabriel tensed, his shoulders going rigid.

 "Nathalie—" he stammered again, trying to form words other than her name. He took a hesitant step towards her.

"Gabriel?" Nathalie questioned as she watched him move closer. His steps were slow and measured, as if he were a hunter approaching its prey.

"Nathalie," he raised his hands, gently cupping the side of her face, something he only dreamed about doing. Nathalie shuddered, for this was far more painful than any amount of rejection. Why couldn't he just scream at her and tell her to go, things would be so much easier then — painful — but easier.

Her eyes watered, tears spilling over, falling lazily down her cheeks. She trembled lightly as she felt Gabriel's thumb brush away the moisture dribbling down her chin.

"What are you doing?" She asked, breath eluding her.

Gabriel smiled softly, his eyes locking with hers, the fury in them completely evaporated.

"I thought you knew."

Nathalie frowned, "Knew what?"

Gabriel chuckled lightly, like an echo in a cathedral, his warm breath blowing against her face. Nathalie knew he wasn’t mocking her, Gabriel could be cruel but he wouldn’t do that to her. Nathalie took a step back, the step of her heel in time with Gabriel’s chuckle. Gabriel continued to laugh, a rare scarce sound. His hand took her own, pulling her back towards him, gently enough to give her enough room to object if she wished to. Nathalie let him guide her, her resolve completely abolished. 

Gabriel squeezed her hand, his smile giddy, "That I'm in love with you too."

Nathalie's heart jumped, her eyes dilating, a gasp escaping her. This couldn't be right. This had to be a faux pas of some sort. She couldn't let herself fall, not when all of this could crumble so easily.

"No...you…” She bit her lip, “What about Emilie?"

Gabriel smiled again, though bittersweet, his hand still holding her close.

 "I will always love Emilie,” He murmured, his eyes lighting with a misty-like haze.

“She was once the reason for all I did in life,” he paused and Nathalie watched as he let the nostalgia of his love for his wife consume him. Nathalie imagined that all those memories were flashing before his eyes, as people say they do when they are faced with accepting a loss. 

After a moment of this his focus returned to her, that smile that Nathalie had not seen in years returning once more, “but I've since found a new reason." He reached down to take both her hands in his, running his fingers over her knuckles.

"You, Nathalie. You are my reason. You are the reason I try so hard everyday in everything I do. I know I've made mistakes but I do truly want to be a better man for you...for Adrien. And although you may not believe me now, I promise I will prove it to you. I will not stop until you know just how much I love you."

Nathalie was full-on crying now, her lower lip trembling. She never thought she'd ever hear such words come from Gabriel's mouth, especially such words attuning to her.

"You...you...love me?" Nathalie murmured, still somewhat in denial.

Gabriel laughed softly, pulling Nathalie even closer, their chests pressed up against one anothers, foreheads nearly touching.

"Yes, my dear Nathalie." He replied. Nathalie’s heart pulsed as his gaze fell to her lips. Nathalie stared up at those grayish-blue eyes that resembled a hurricane once more. She could see the question there — that one small fragment of hesitation. She could only think of one answer.

Nathalie let her hands travel along the sides of his face, feeling the soft skin and crevices. She closed her eyes to him, allowing him to guide her.

The kiss was soft and gentle, almost as if he were asking her permission. Nathalie felt herself slipping away, not knowing where she'd land as she let herself fall. She'd never kissed a man like this. It was exhilarating and she couldn’t get enough of it — she couldn’t get enough of him.

Eventually Gabriel pulled back, his hands still cupping her face, his eyes studying her flushed cheeks and wet lips, his breath coming out rashly. He noticed that her glasses were fogged, similar to a murky sea. He removed them, setting them to the side. He used his thumb to push a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear, his lips landing in a soft caress against her forehead. 

"Do you understand me now Nathalie?" He whispered against her skin, his question reminiscent of the one he asked her in her room all that while ago.

Nathalie leaned back, letting her gaze fully take in the man she loved. Her heart was rising, her features easing as she finally let herself go, “Yes Gabriel.” 

A/N: Eeeek! I hope you guys enjoyed the final installment of Admiration in Disguise! Please don't hesitate to let me know what y'all think. I'm really excited to start some new fanfic projects now that I've completed this one. Next up will be a short gabenath drabble, so keep an eye out for that! And as always if you have any requests for fanfics or anything gabenath related please let me know! I'll be able to attend to them much more frequently now, seeing as I've completed this project. Finally, sorry for any grammatical errors I'm not the best editor.

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[musical-shit-show]

hi, I love the way you write dewey finn so much!! may I request #18 from prompt list 2 and/or “you are terrible at this.” from prompt list 3 for him please?

close enough to touch

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: #18 (“it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways.”) from Prompt List 2 and #36 (“you are terrible at this.”) from Prompt List 3, requested by anon

Warnings: Awkward flirting, fluff

Word Count: 2,370

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, anon! I was really struggling with this one but I hope you like it! I’ve been meaning to write some post-School of Rock Dewey, and if people like this I wouldn’t mind doing another teacher!Reader one shot. So please let me know if this is something y’all like in the comments and reblogs! Also, check out my Masterlist, Prompt Lists, and About Me page, and submit an ask! It might take me a little bit longer with some requests but I promise to always make those my priority. I’m also working on my Beetlejuice series (to fill the void of course) so hopefully there will be more chapters of that coming soon. Thanks to everyone who’s supported my writing so far and enjoy!

“Don’t look now, but he’s staring at you again.”

“Who?”

“The music tutor.”

You decided to not look up from your coffee mug, the creamer you had just poured swirling slowly. It was the end of your second week at Horace Green, and Mrs. White had quickly taken you under her wing.

The teacher’s lounge was buzzing with activity, since the second Friday of every month meant free pastries from the local artisanal bakery. Apparently incentivizing the molders of young minds with sugar and fat never failed.

You placed an almond croissant on your plate, trying your best to stay discreet, “What’s his name again? Danny?”

Mrs. White laughed lightly, “Dewey,” she said with the smallest hint of disdain, “He’s the one I was telling you about last week. The one who impersonated a substitute last semester.”

Your jaw fell open slightly, and you decided to get another look of this guy. Turning from the spread of baked goods, your eyes wandered over to the other side of the room, where you saw the culprit averting his gaze from your direction.

He was, in a word, unkempt. His clothes were mismatched and ill-fitting; the button-down shirt hiding under his loud sweater vest was about half a size too large, and his dark jeans looked half a size too small. Most of the male teachers at Horace Green typically wore sport jackets and khakis, or at least a tie. Clearly Dewey didn’t get the memo.

His hair was also rumpled, dark brown and wavy and spurting in all different directions. You guessed he had rolled out of bed without running a brush through that mess, let alone even looked in the mirror.

You also noticed a significant amount of stubble growing on his round face, finishing off the whole scruffy vibe he had clearly committed to. He was almost…cute. His eyes were the same color as your coffee, deep brown with a touch of lightness.

“Not to state the obvious, but isn’t that a crime?” you murmured, trying to be discreet as you gossiped with your co-worker.

She answered with an eyeroll. “Of course it is,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. She took it black, two sugars. “But Rosalie—Ms. Mullins—decided to not press charges and hired him instead. Caused quite an uproar, but the students love him, so…”

You peered at him again curiously. Dewey was had just finished scribbling something in his notebook, breathing a heavy sigh as he slouched back into the plastic chair.

“I wouldn’t get involved if I were you,” Mrs. White warned, clearly noticing your interest in him, “From what I’ve heard, he’s nothing but trouble.”

You nodded. “Believe me,” you lied, “I know when to stay away.”

~oOo~

A sigh of relief left your chest the second the final bell rang at 3:15 that day. Teaching 10 and 11-year-olds how to structure essays all day really drained you, no matter how polite and well-behaved they were.

You gathered your belongings quickly and were walking briskly to your car when you heard your name being called behind you. You turned to see Dewey, and you couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows. He was carrying what looked like stacks of sheet music.

One misstep and he’d be picking up papers until sundown. 

“Uh, hi,” he said as he caught up to you, the cold January air making his breath visible. He attempted to extend his arm for a handshake, but retracted when the heaps of music in his one arm began to falter. “I’m uh, I’m Dewey. Or ‘Mr. Finn’ as the kids say, but you can call me Dewey.”

Looking at him more closely, you decided he was even cuter than you first thought. With Mrs. White’s warning ringing in your ear, a part of you wanted to turn the other way, tell him you were in a hurry to get home, make up some excuse to not get involved.

But it was clear he was interested in you, and you’d be lying if you weren’t at least a little intrigued. And besides, it’d be rude to not at least introduce yourself, right?

“Hi, Dewey,” you parroted, giving him another once over. “I see you already know my name.” He was already flushed from the cold, but his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Right, well, I got it from the staff directory. Just…wanted to introduce myself. I teach the kids music after school most days.”

“I know who you are,” the statement came out colder than you intended, “I did see you this morning, do you make a habit of hanging out in the teacher’s lounge?”

He gulped. “No,” he answered, “No, I just…I had a meeting with Rosalie this morning about the spring concert.”

Pure enough excuse. However, Mrs. White had also let it slip that he and Ms. Mullins apparently had a fling a few months prior, which only intrigued you more. What was so special about this guy that he could avoid a criminal trial for identity theft and date his boss in one fell swoop?

“I see,” you said coyly, trying to scrutinize him without being too obvious, “And are you and Rosalie…close?” If Dewey’s face was pink before, it had now turned to an embarrassing shade of scarlet.

“Oh, um, no,” he said, clearly flustered. “Nope. She’s a great…lady. And really cares about the kids. But…no. Not very close.” You nodded, completely unconvinced. You didn’t want to believe the gossip, but with a response like that, how could you not at least consider that it could be true?

Dewey shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his grip tightening on the sheet music. “We kissed,” he blurted, exhaling heavily, “Like, twice. She’s great but…I’m single. Very single.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his honesty. It was oddly refreshing. “Should I be taking that as some kind of hint?” you flirted, smiling softly. You couldn’t care less that your nose and fingertips were growing red from the cold.

“Only if you want,” he said, a shy smile dancing on his lips. Panic overtook his features only seconds later. “I mean, shit, not to be too forward or anything—”

“You know, you are terrible at this,” you said, cutting him off. Dewey flashed an embarrassed grin, letting out another breathy laugh, “How about I just give you my number and we just go from there?”

The two of you quickly exchanged digits and walked to your respective cars separately, unknowingly sharing excited smiles that lasted all the way home.

~oOo~

A few weeks later, you found yourself sticking up flyers for the School of Rock’s annual midwinter concert after the final bell had rung. Dewey had somehow roped you into posting the brightly colored papers on every corkboard, chalkboard, and section of blank wall space in the school.

“I thought you’d be headed home by now,” you heard Mrs. White call from down the hall. You jumped slightly, the haughty timbre in her voice surprising you.

Plastering on your most innocent smile, you turned to face your colleague. “I will be soon,” your voice was dripping with saccharine sweetness, “Just hanging these flyers and then I’m home free.”

She quirked an eyebrow, “Any big weekend plans?” You shook your head, turning back to the wall where you stuck up another flyer. You hoped she would just walk past and be none the wiser.

Mrs. White approached you, skeptical. You were friends, sure, but she was old enough and smart enough to know when someone was hiding something.

And unfortunately for you, as soon as she caught a glimpse of exactly which flyers you were hanging up, it all clicked.

“I thought I made it very clear that Mr. Finn was nothing but trouble,” she said, sounding eerily like a disapproving mother. Despite your heartrate increasing rapidly, you remained calm.

An incredulous scoff left your lips as you placed your free hand on your chest, “Mrs. White,” she rolled her eyes at you using her surname, “I was simply assisting another educator in promoting a fundraiser for this school that seeks to promote the arts and enrich our students’ lives.”

“Did you rehearse that?”

“A little. But I mean it, Mr. Finn has been nothing but professional. We’ve barely even spoken outside of planning the concert.”

That was a lie, of course. The truth was, ever since you and Dewey had exchanged information, you had texted and called and even met up a few times outside of school. Of course, they couldn’t exactly be called dates—at least that’s what you told yourself.

He seemed nervous around you at first, sure, but as soon as you got to know him, that faded away and you were left with a carefree, albeit scatterbrained work buddy. And despite the occasional flirt, it was clear that he wasn’t as interested in you as you first thought.

Which only crushed you the tiniest bit.

Mrs. White glanced at the colorful flyer again, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, “Well, of course I’ll be there to support our students’ artistic endeavors,” she said, a small smirk on her lips, “But don’t think I still don’t have my eye on you.”

You could tell she wasn’t being completely serious, but a small shiver of fear still wracked your spine as she walked towards the exit, the click clack of her pumps echoing on the linoleum tile.

You called goodbye sweetly, playing your role as nothing more than a helpful new teacher who was just excited about music education. Stapling up the last piece of paper onto a mostly bare bulletin board, you couldn’t help but overhear the noise of excited chatter coming from the music room down the hall.

The door was closed, but you managed to sneak a peek through the tiny window to see Dewey chatting with the bassist, who was about the same size as her as instrument. You felt a grin creeping onto your face.

Dewey’s passion for music came out the most when teaching the kids; even after watching him play a gig at the Roadhouse, you never saw his eyes light up more than when he was in that practice room.

You turned away and took a few steps toward the exit when you heard the door creak open, the chatter growing louder before muffling again. “Are you spying on me or something? You’re already getting into the concert for free, ya know.”

Dewey’s voice was more hoarse than usual, the gruffness making your stomach flip. “Not spying,” you teased, glancing over at the bulletin board, “Just doing your job for you.”

He clutched his heart dramatically, “You wound me,” he smirked, “But seriously, thanks for doing this. Hopefully we can drum up some more buzz.” You waved off his praise.

“No trouble. Consider us even since you had to suffer through listening to me babble on for way too long last night.” You two had made a habit of call each other late at night, which only confused your feelings even further. Your brain couldn’t decide if you were just co-workers, friends, or something more.

Apparently, Dewey couldn’t decide either.

“It’s okay,” he replied, running a hand through his messy waves, “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” He bared a toothy smile, wiping his palms on his dark jeans. His casual remark was innocent enough but still found a way to make your heart ache.

You decided the best course of action was to turn the attention away from yourself. “Well, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble with attendance,” you said, referencing the brightly colored flyer again, “From what I hear your kids are incredible.”

He beamed like a proud parent. “Yeah, yeah they are,” he said, “And thank you for spreading the word. Some teachers around here still aren’t too keen on me, after, well…everything.”

You felt yourself frown, your mind flashing to Mrs. White’s warnings. From what you could see, everyone had misjudged Dewey. He was kind, passionate, albeit far less put together than the other Horace Green staff, but he loved teaching and he loved those kids.

Wasn’t that enough to take a chance on?

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence, “What are you doing tonight?”

“Well, I did have big plans with my couch and a shitty movie, but—”

“You and me. Tonight. Roadhouse.”

“Okay?” he laughed, taken aback by your abruptness.

“And this is a real date, Finn,” you added. “No take backs.” A look of panic flashed across his face, and for a split second you wondered if you had made a terrible miscalculation. But how could you not take matters into your own hands after his weeks of mixed signals?

Before you could open your mouth to apologize profusely for stepping way over that friendship line, Dewey grabbed your arm lightly, pulling the two of you around the corner and away from the only occupied classroom on a Friday afternoon.

And he kissed you.

Softly at first, so gently that you felt yourself melting into the cold painted cinderblock wall as he grabbed your waist. Prep schools weren’t designed to be the most romantic of places, but perhaps that was for the best.

Nevertheless, you let your eyes flutter shut as your lips molded to Dewey’s, your breath hitching in your throat.  After a few seconds he pulled away, a shocked look on his face that surely mirrored yours.

“Sorry,” he muttered, a smirk creeping its way onto his mouth, “Surprised myself with that little stunt, huh?” You nodded as he peeled himself away from you. You instinctively checked your surroundings, but you were alone.

“Dewey, are you insane—”

You wanted to be angry with him for risking both of your jobs, but the fluttering in your heart was overwhelming. One thing was for certain, there was no mistaking that signal.

“I just, I couldn’t wait until tonight,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “But yes. I’ll see you tonight. No take backs.”

You smiled as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and watched as he happily sprinted back to his students.

*****

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read part 2 here!

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[bajistadiamond]

Hey can you make Singer! Yuu sing "Birth of Venus" with a siren girl that they are doing a duet with like siren in the sea?????

Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Birth of Venus)

Answer: First, I think this is the first non-Disney song to feature in this AU. Second, I hope I picked the right song, because the other one said "Venus Illegititima." Third, this takes place years before Yuu's birth, but it explains some things about this universe.

Nabila Al-Asim was a beautiful and very nervous woman. Today was her boyfriend and fiancé's 18th birthday, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"Friend, take a second to breathe." She advised Amira, her best friend.

Amira was the second princess of the Coral Sea Kingdom and met Nabila at the Golden Radiance Academy; a small magic academy, specialized in music and arts only for women.

The white-haired woman sat at her vanity to take a few seconds to calm down.

Amira got out of bed and went to her friend to do her hair. "Your boyfriend will love the party you threw; you have nothing to worry about."

Nabila looked at her friend. "Do you believe?" "Clear!". She assured the red-haired woman. "Although, you might want to be careful." Amira warned mischievously.

Nabila knew her friend too well to know that what she was about to say was stupid. "Oh yeah? Why?" But she played along with her confidant.

"Because maybe Salman will end up falling in love with me after our performance." Amira said, feigning a faint with a sigh. Seconds later Nabila threw a cloth in her face.

"You are stupid". The white-haired woman said with a laugh.

They both laughed, because for them this was a recurring joke since they knew that neither of them wanted the other's boyfriend.

After all, they both swore to be more than friends; They were and always would be sisters in everything except blood.

The night was perfect to spend a wonderful evening.

All the guests were very satisfied and surprised, although they shouldn't have been.

The party was organized by the Asim family, and they knew how to outdo themselves at parties.

Salman, Nabila's fiancé, even though he was from a wealthy family, would never have thought of having him birthday party on a private island.

Luxury was present in the mansion, the ice sculptures, the food, the drinks, the exotic flowers and there were even white doves with feathers that threw colored frost when they flew.

Although Salman would have preferred something more discreet, but perhaps that was the price for falling in love with the sister of his best friend, who descended from the most eccentric and partying family in Twisted Wonderland.

Right now the dark-skinned man was wondering where the hell Nabila was while she drank a glass of sherry.

"How's the birthday boy?" Salman looked at the newcomer; Hakim Al-Asim hugged him by the shoulders while he enjoyed a piña colada.

"I'm fine, super happy; you don't see me." Slaman said, forcing a smile. Hakim sighed. "I know you're a social misfit…" "Hey!" "…but can you at least try to talk to new people today?"

Salman thought about it for a second before pouting and shrugging his shoulders; Hakim smiled at his affirmative response.

"Only if my girlfriend is present." He asked Salman to his friend who agreed. "If I can find her, I haven't seen her or Princess Amira in over three hours."

Salman was worried, but before saying anything the lights of the floating stage installed a few meters from the beach turned on.

Nabila was radiant on stage; an aqua green dress, a pearl necklace with an amethyst pendant, golden sandals and natural makeup, for Salman she was the most spectacular woman in the world.

"Good evening and thank you for being here for the birthday of an incredible man and the best man I have ever been with." Nabila said with a smile. Everyone applauded and Hakim nudged a very blushing Salman.

"Now, as a birthday gift, I'm going to sing one of his favorite songs with the help of my friend." He declared Nabila gesturing to the water just as the beautiful Amira came out of the water and sat on the stage; her mermaid tail was emerald green, and to complement it she wore a golden shell bodice, a pearl comb with diamonds, and pearl necklaces.

"Enjoy the show~!" Amira said with a seductive voice that charmed more than one man...

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira's voice echoed in the water as she gracefully swam around the floating stage. Nabila moved her hips and shoulders as she prepared her song to use "the voice of the gods"

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities. Amira used her unique magic to create small fountains of water and foam.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~

Nabila winked at her fiancé as she said that; Hakim chuckled because his sister always managed to leave his friend speechless.

When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Salman couldn't take his eyes off his beloved; For him there was no other woman he wanted to be with. Nabila sang loudly as she spun elegantly, letting wisps of magic envelop her and transform her long dress into a shorter, more provocative one.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira jumped back on the stage while singing the chorus; the view was spectacular

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira sat back down on the stage when she came out of the water; She wagged her tail as she let the light make her shine. Nabila made her magic turn her friend's tail into her legs and into a green pleated skirt. Amira sighed in surprise, she normally used potions for that; her friend's magical ability always managed to leave her breathless.

See what happens when you try to silencе me! ~

Amira jumped up and danced with Nabila. They both played with Nabila's floating purple fabric. The party guests were enthralled with the dance that somehow combined Arabic dancing and synchronized swimming. Salman did not take his eyes off his fiancée, he felt that he was watching a nymph giving a show on Olympus.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

Nabila looked at her boyfriend and smiled mischievously when he blushed like a tomato. She was happy that he liked her gift; This song was special, since according to Salman, he was listening to this song when he saw her come out of the pool and it was as if he saw Aphrodite being born.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~

Amira jumped into the water while Nabila moved her magic to return her friend's tail. Nabila let the fabric of her outfit wrap around her shoulders and let her float as the magic around her turned the stage into a large sea shell with a golden throne instead of a pearl.

While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Hakim blinked, letting a couple of tears fall. His little sister was no longer a girl, she was a woman and he hoped she would be happy.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Nabila made her magic make some flowers burst and the petals float in the air; she made sure not to leave pollen in the air knowing that there were allergic guests.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Amira took the pearls from her neck and threw them into the air, Nabila with a smile took them and wrapped them around her waist like a belt. The purple fabric was wrapped around Nabila's white hair creating a beautiful Rapunzel style braid.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

At this point everyone present was singing in unison, even if some were out of tune it didn't matter. Everything was harmony in the air.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira rose above the shell on a throne of water while taking advantage of the magical impulse that Nabila sent her to create a small palace of water and corals behind them.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Princess Amira's mother was looking lovingly at her daughter from her sun lounger on the beach. She was happy that her daughter made friends with other races when she was allowed to leave the protection of the palace under the sea and rise to the surface. Although, years ago, the relationship between merpeople and other races, especially humans, has improved, there is still discrimination; So, she was a proud mother.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~ I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~ While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Amira let her friend finish the song, she was very proud of the once shy and introverted woman now turned into an extroverted woman.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila lifted him from the golden throne and began to walk on the water to reach the shore. The magic burst into golden brilliance as the shell returned to a floating stage and Amira dropped back into the water.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila sang the last verse in front of Salman. Everyone applauded except Salman who looked at his girlfriend reverently before she gave him a passionate kiss...

...

...

...

Yuu blinked and yawned as he woke up. "What a strange dream." He thought as he sat up and stretched. For a second he didn't recognize where he was in the darkness until he heard a snore that wasn't Grim's. He looked to the right of him and saw Leona asleep next to him; Yuu then remembered where she was. He looked at the time and sighed when he realized it was 4 in the morning. He carefully lifted him out of bed, put on a jacket and went out onto the balcony. The cold air of the bedroom savanna hit his face and was very comforting. In a few hours he would start the plan to beat Azul and he hoped it would work. Yuu was hoping to see if his dreams would give him some clue or answer like he usually did, but instead he gave him what seemed like a flashback of people he didn't know. Although… for some reason, Salman reminded him of someone.

Note: In this universe, the Asim family is known for their platinum white hair. - Salman means protector. - Hakim means wise

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[caelisfashiondiary]

౨ৎ₊˚⊹♡How I would dress "The Tortured Poets Department" Album ₊˚⊹♡₊ ⊹

+ a way to in-depth analysis over some imaginary clothes for a basically imaginary album

2.4.24

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@taylornation

@taylorswift

Edit: this was made before the title tracks dropped! so analysis regarding that will not be in this post, although I will be making a "how I would dress each track title" which should be posted within the next couple of days, it will focus a lot more on the fashion aspect!

INTRODUCTION

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please bear in mind we only have an album cover and a short epigraph! We don't know alot about this album but I'll always be a sucker for album aesthetics and the personification of Taylor albums (@alefvernon im looking at you!) if you think this album will look completely different that's ok! This is just for fun, I can't wait for the actual album to come out to see if I feel different about any of my choices! so here is my interpretation of "The Tortured Poets Department" by @taylorswift !

In order to think of the fashion we might be able to associate with this new album, (not necessarily the style or outfits taylor will wear during this era, just how the aesthetic of the album will feel, and what people will associate it with after listening in full, like how we did with Folklore) we have to look at the cover of the album along with the epigraph.

The Cover

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Now, looking at the title alone, "The Tortured Poets Department" we immediately are aware of the literary asepct of this new album, with the word "Poet" literally being in the title, that alone already gives at least somewhat of an idea of where fashion could go, maybe somewhere in the academia sphere.

After looking at the title, the cover gives a completely different vibe (at least to me) to what I was expecting. Taylor seems to be laying in a bed, with a pair of tight black shorts and a sheer tank. The first thing I thought of when I saw the cover of this album was ancient greek statues, now please bear with me, you're probably saying "how did you even think of the connection" and all I have to say to that is that it was completely off of vibes alone, that's really all there is to it lol. I will say that the color scheme of the light black and white gave me the idea in the first place, compared to her other black and white albums (Reputation and Folklore) this album seems to lean towards the lighter side, whereas Reputation leaned more towards the darker side, and folklore was more a dark gray. I feel like this lean towards a lighter and more bright Black and white will reflect in the album and its choices.

The Epigraph+ The Deluxe CD

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Now onto the epigraph.

"and so I enter into evidence, My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms the tick tick tick of Love Bombs my veins of pitch black ink All's fair in love and poetry Sincerly, The Chairman of the Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift "The Tortured Poets Department"

This little epigraph is once again, leaning into the literary aspect. If we were to take this epigraph extremely seriously (in the terms of fashion and aesthetic) these are the words that stick out to me, and what i gathered from them.

enter into evidence

detective, suit, business professional,

Colors: grays, white, black

tarnished coat of arms

battle, chainlink armor, ancient greek statues (its just the vibe to me ok!?)

Colors: gray and black

talisman and charms

Witchy, magic, supernatural

Colors: light pink, purple, and blue

love bombs

similar to talisman and charms, this reminds me of magic and witchy things. potion, spell,

Colors: light pink, red

veins of pitch black ink

quill pens, fountain pens, feeling so passionate about something that it literally engulfs you

colors: black

This epigraph gives us a slightly better look on what this album will be about, giving a better look and a better idea of what the aesthetic might be like. This album to me so far is really giving a department of detective's trying to solve a case of a lost love, and how to deal with that through poetry. ONCE AGAIN, this is completely my opinion of what we have so far and once we get more info this could change! we're working with scraps right now.

The deluxe CD also influenced my idea of the album concept, the file tab named artifacts, the patches (?) of the logo are giving old school detective department logos, as well as the bonus track being called "manuscript". It's all giving, lets solve a case, (im trying so hard not to think of the scooby doo gang rn)

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So, with all the evidence we've acquired what do I think this albums aesthetic (given by the fans) will look like? I know in my analysis I talked lots about the detective, finding evidence side of it, but really that type of aesthetic is not what I think will be at the forefront of the style of this album, it will no doubt be apart of it, but I am more focused on the Poets part of it.

I think the main focus on the fashion of this album will relate to Poets, spilled ink, and a mess of papers (like you would find in a poets workspace, or a detective's desk.)

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now, we all know that taylor likes to hint at her next era with outfits (for example, how she started hinting at Lover by wearing more pastel colors towards the end of the Reputation era) so lets look at what she's been wearing for the past couple of weeks before the announcement of "The Tortured Poets Department"

As shown above, Taylor has been seen wearing LOTS of plaid the past couple weeks and months, short pleated plaid skirts, with a dark long sleeve top or sweater (you can't tell because of the crop, but in the picture with Selena she is wearing a plaid skirt) and she has recently been rocking a trench coat style coat to go along with these outfits. This gives us an idea of the album as a whole (once again, the rep into lover example, by dressing in lighter more pastel colors, she told us that lover would be brighter and overall "happier" then REP) but what does this transition mean for The Tortured Poets Department"?

Well, plaid is often associated with academia, it is often found in european universities, as well as many schools with uniforms have plaid within the uniform. This tells us once again that she is really leaning into the literary and poetry side for this album (take a shot everytime i say that) the warm colors of the skirts and coats also give a cozy and academic feel to it.

I'm going to take the outfits taylor has recently been shown wearing, and what i took away from what we have so far of the album, and build my outfits that way, so finally....

here is how I would dress "The Tortured Poets Department" by Taylor Swift !

I feel like plaid skirts and layering are KEY to this era, turtlenecks black/white see through tights, vests, mary janes/doc martins are also other pieces that I feel fit the vibe of this album. We have seen taylor wearing pieces like this recently (plaid skirts, sweaters, doc martins/mary janes) so like I said before this could be a hint towards the aura for the new era. I've also seen a lot of people comparing this new era to Folklore, which there are some similarities, in the black and white theme, and how the way the epigraph was written which was very similar to Folklore's writing style; However, I feel that the styles and fashion for these albums will differ extremely. For example....

The Folklore Era was all about loose fitting clothing, though we didn't get to see much of taylor during this era because of the pandemic, it doesnt change the fact that everything that she wore during this era was loose fitting. In comparison to The Tortured Poets Department, where in real life she has been more form fitting with her outfit choices, looking for a more fitted look and showing more skin then she did in the Folklore era, and the cover for TTPD shows exactly that. So though both albums have very similar moods, with both being black and white, and seeming to be literary driven, that does not mean they would be dressed the same, TTPD in my opinion is short plaid skirts, fitted blazers that accentuates your body type, pearl necklaces. The only type of loose fitting clothing I think I could see in this era would have to be matched with a tighter counterpart (ex/ loose sweater with short skirt or loose trousers with a tighter top)

For another compare and contrast with the Folklore Era, I feel like TTPD would wear trench coats like Folklore did, but TTPD would wear them more form fitting and shorter to show off some sheer tights and a black mary jane, or high boot.

Overall, i think TTPD would go for a very classic, academic look. Think pearls, brown leather bags paired with a fur trimmed gloves, slacks and sweaters, circular glasses, silk bows, sweetheart necklines and fitted at the waist maxi dresses, mary janes, loafers, neutrals. with the information we have so far I think TTPD will give us old money chic looks, as well as academia and old hollywood inspired outfits!

So that's that! I hope you enjoyed me rambling on for who knows how many words about this new album which I am SO excited over! I needed to end this at some point before taylor releases more information. (ex/releasing the track titles!!! That already changed my theory a teensy bit) this post ended up being a lot more analysis than I expected, but my next post about how I would dress the Track Titles will be much more focuses soley on the fashion aspect!

tell me what you think!

do you have a different image of TTPD in your head?

what do you think the album will sound like?

I will probably go into this more later and edit if I feel the need, I want to get this out or else I'll write forever. until next time!

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