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spoookymuulders · 4 years

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you make my heart beat like the rain

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chapter three. and all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. in which abigail williams spills her coffee.

The first time Penelope Garcia walked into May Castillo’s shop, May was sure she was lost. After all, why would someone who dressed like a walking, talking rainbow come into the local new age shop? But Penelope had puttered around for a while before selecting a few crystals and bringing them to the counter with a big, broad smile, and now, May finds herself hoping that it’s Penelope coming in every time the door to the shop opens.

It usually is.

Today is no different. May is sitting at the counter, flipping through a book slowly when the door opens and she spies the tell-tale bright pink of Penelope’s favorite pair of heels.

“Morning, Penelope.” She calls. Penelope pokes her head around a book display, smiling sweetly, and May feels her heart jump.

“Hi!” Penelope says brightly. She comes to the counter and sets a paper cup on the table, grinning. “I got you a coffee.” May blinks twice, looking between Penelope and the coffee for a moment.

“Why?” She asks finally. The smile on Penelope’s face falters for half a second, but May notices and grabs the coffee, taking a sip - it’s perfect, just the way she likes it.

“I remembered you saying the other day that your coffee machine at home broke, so I thought I’d treat you to some.” Penelope tells her. May watches her for another moment, then smiles, reaching over and squeezing Penelope’s hand lightly.

“Thanks, Pen.” She says gently. Penelope’s smile is back full force now as she beams at May, and May takes a moment to consider how different they truly are. Penelope’s dress today is a deep blue with flowers printed all over it. She wears a bright pink cardigan over top of it to match her bright pink heels, and her hair is done up in big curls.

May, however, lands on the opposite end of the spectrum. While Penelope is all bright colors and fun patterns, May is much more comfortable in Earth tones - today, for instance, she’s opted for a pair of sienna-colored skinny jeans and an ivory sweater. And Penelope’s heels add a solid five inches to her height, while May’s deep brown flats do nothing for hers.

How exactly they ended up becoming such close friends, May isn’t sure. And she’s not sure she’ll ever really know, but she’s okay with that. If she had to say, she’d tell you it’s probably just because Penelope has such a loud personality, and they balance each other out. The very first time she’d come into the shop, Penelope had ended up inviting May over for a girls night with herself and her friends JJ and Emily five minutes in. And May wasn’t exactly new in town - she’d been living there for about four years at the time - but she didn’t exactly have many friends, either, so she’d taken the blonde up on the offer.

And she’d found herself with three new friends and a recurring girls night every Friday. Eventually, Penelope had involved a few of the other girls in town - Abby (who worked with her at the animal sanctuary), Callie (the nurse at Callahan Elementary and Abby’s twin sister), and Ellie (who ran the diner).

“Did you hear there’s a new girl in town?” Penelope asks, leaning against the counter and bringing May back to the present. May chuckles, nodding - Penelope is always the best source for gossip, and May’s fairly certain that she knows the gossip about certain people before they even know they’re being gossipped about.

“I saw her walk by yesterday.” May hums, sipping at her coffee. “I think Abby said she’s staying over at Haley’s. I was thinking about bringing her some muffins or something.”

“Oh my gosh, we should totally bake her something!” Penelope gasps, and May admires the way her entire face lights up at the very idea of it. “We could ask Kristy for help, too! May, that would be so fun!” May laughs softly, nodding.

“Alright, let’s get together and bake her something, then.” She chuckles. Penelope squeals and claps lightly, then glances at her watch.

“I gotta go, but I’ll text you about baking! We’ll make a whole girls night of it!” She says, waving as she scurries away. May watches her go, shaking her head fondly as her heels click-click-click out of the shop, then sighs slowly. She shakes herself a little, forcing herself out of her daydreams, and busies herself with rearranging the items on the counter.

****

If there’s one thing Abigail Williams hates, it’s being late. To anything, really, but especially to work. The line at the coffee shop didn’t seem to care this morning, however, and she rushes into the animal sanctuary five minutes late, immeasurably grateful that Penelope doesn’t actually care all that much if she’s late as long as she shows up.

“I’m here, Pen!” She shouts, hurrying around the counter and setting the coffees down. She tugs off her coat and hangs it up before flopping into her chair, spinning it back towards the desk as she settles. “I come bearing coffee!” The familiar clicking of Penelope’s heels announces her arrival and Abby looks up with a sheepish smile as her boss and best friend emerges from the back hall. She holds up Penelope’s coffee and the blonde grins at her, leaning down to peck her cheek lightly.

“Emily’s supposed to come by today with some new designs for the wall mural.” Penelope says, leaning on the counter. “Other than that, we don’t have a whole lot going on today.” Abby nods, sipping at her own coffee and humming - maybe she’ll actually get to meet the elusive Emily Prentiss today. Every time she’s gone to a girls night, Emily’s had to reschedule for some reason or another and Abby’s started to wonder if she actually exists. After a moment, she looks up at Penelope and squints.

“You saw May this morning, didn’t you?” She asks. Penelope gapes at her, sputtering for a moment.

“How do you always know?” Penelope whines, and Abby laughs quietly.

“You get this goofy smile whenever you go see her, Pen.” The brunette says, “It’s so painfully obvious how much you like her.”

“Do you think she knows?” Penelope asks anxiously. Abby shakes her head.

“Nah. I think she’s totally clueless, honestly. But you should ask her out!” She says.

“Oh, no. No no no, I couldn’t do that.” Penelope says quickly, shaking her head. “Nope. If I ask her out and she doesn’t feel the same way that ruins everything, Ab!” Before either of them can say anything else, the buzzer at the back door sounds and they jump a little.

“That must be the shipment of the new dog food for Mrs. Carson.” Abby says as a car pulls up to the curb. She hops up and grabs her coffee, waving a hand. “You do this, I’ll go deal with the delivery.” And with that, she scurries to the back door as the buzzer sounds again, her pale pink skirt flouncing around her knees as she goes. The bell above the door jingles brightly as Emily slips inside and grins at Penelope.

“What’s up, PG?” She asks, hugging Penelope lightly. She steps back and sets a folder on the counter, flipping it open and laying out a few images she’s drawn up on her iPad over the past week or so. The two get so wrapped up in talking about and planning the mural that neither of them notices Abby’s reappearance until the door into the back hall closes and they both turn around.

As soon as Abby lays eyes on Emily, she drops her coffee. As it splashes against her shins, she thanks whatever higher power there is that she’d decided to go with an iced coffee instead of a hot today. But looking at Emily Prentiss, who could blame her for losing her grip on everything? Because Emily Prentiss, with her dark hair and dark eyes and fair skin and sweet smile, is the most beautiful woman Abby’s ever seen.

She squeaks, the chill of the coffee jerking her back to reality and she rushes to grab the paper towels from the desk. As she starts wiping up the coffee, a pair of black boots steps into her vision and she looks up, cheeks burning hotter than the sun. Emily is crouched in front of her, helping to wipe up the coffee and handing her the now-empty cup with a gentle smile.

“Hi.” Emily says.

“Hi.” Abby returns softly. They stand and Abby hurries to toss the paper towels into the trash before drying her hands with another one quickly. Emily approaches and holds out a hand, one which Abby takes and shakes lightly. Penelope watches the interaction with narrowed eyes.

“I’m Emily. You must be Abby?”

Abby nods, clearing her throat. “It’s nice to meet you finally.” She says. Emily grins and nods.

“You too.” She says warmly. “Penelope talks about you all the time, I’m sorry we haven’t gotten to meet sooner.” Abby nods, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear absently. “I was almost starting to think you didn’t exist.”

Abby blinks at that, then smiles. “I was starting to think the same about you.” She says, and when she giggles, Emily’s heart flutters. Emily’s phone buzzes in her pocket and she digs it out, huffing quietly.

“I’ve gotta go, Pen, but look over those designs and text me!” She says. As she leaves, she glances over her shoulder and gives Abby one last smile. “Nice to meet you.” She says. Abby nods, watching her go. As soon as she’s out the door, Abby sighs softly and puts her hands to her cheeks.

“You never said she was gorgeous.” She says dreamily. Penelope laughs brightly and guides Abby back towards her chair behind the desk. “Seriously, Pen, in all the times you’ve mentioned her, you never told me how pretty she is.” Abby flops into her chair and puts her chin in her hand, watching as Emily’s car pulls away from the curb. Chuckling quietly, Penelope pats Abby’s shoulder gently.

“Now who’s got the crush?” She teases gently, laughing and hurrying away when Abby turns and throws a pompom decoration at her.

****

Zoe is slowly starting to learn her way around town - granted, she’s only been here for two-and-a-half weeks, but she’s figuring it out. She’s still on the hunt for an apartment of her own and she’s slowly warming up to the people she’s met. Luke and Hotch were easy to warm up to; Luke because he’s like the human embodiment of a golden retriever, Hotch because he reminds Zoe of her favorite uncle. JJ had introduced Zoe to a bunch of her friends at a girls night her first weekend in town, and she’d opened up to them almost immediately - her walls are still up, naturally, but it’s easier to warm up and let herself be a little more vulnerable around other women.

And then there’s Spencer Reid.

She can’t quite figure Spencer out. When JJ had first told Zoe about him, she’d said he was like a gentle giant, and from what Zoe’s seen so far, that’s accurate. Spencer is six-foot-one and looks like he weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet, and she’s kind of terrified of him. But the kindness in his eyes and the warm smiles he gives her every time they see each other out around town are slowly pulling her out of her shell around him. Which is good, she supposes, considering JJ is her best friend and Spencer seems to hang around JJ more than anyone else.

Speak of the devil. As she parks outside the general store and climbs out, a familiar-sounding truck parks two spots down and Spencer climbs out, smiling and waving when he sees her. She waves back and heads for the front door, glancing to the side when Spencer jogs over and falls into step beside her.

“Hi.” He says, grinning down at her. She glances up and offers a small smile of her own.

“Hi.” She returns, pausing just inside the door to grab a basket. Spencer does the same, keeping pace beside Zoe easily. “Are you just gonna follow me around the store?” She asks, her tone teasing, glancing at him over her shoulder as he pauses to grab a box of cereal. Spencer chuckles, shrugging.

“Maybe I just so happen to need things from the same aisles as you.” He says. Zoe smiles a little, shaking her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “Any luck finding an apartment?”

“Not yet.” Zoe sighs, rubbing her cheek with her good hand as they wander. “JJ and Penelope are gonna help me look this weekend. Penelope said she thinks there’s one opening up in her building.” Spencer hums.

“You could always ask Morgan.” He tells her. When she glances up at him with a furrowed brow, he points towards the front of the shop, where Morgan is standing and chattering with Krystall, both of them laughing brightly. “He fixes up houses and rents them out, I think one of them has apartments in it.” Zoe nods thoughtfully, making a mental note of that.

“How are things on the ranch?” She asks, pausing to grab a box of pasta. She pushes onto her toes in an attempt to reach a jar of pasta sauce, settling back down when Spencer leans over her and snags it. She takes it from him with a soft thank you.

“Pretty good. Penelope’s trying really hard to get me to host a party or something after Halloween.” He hums. Zoe laughs softly, nodding - that sounds about right for Penelope Garcia. “But I’m already hosting Thanksgiving, I don’t know if I could plan something else.”

“Have Penelope plan it.” Zoe says simply, shrugging lightly. Spencer chuckles, nodding.

“There’s an idea.” He muses. “I’ll think about that.” They continue their impromptu mutual shopping trip, chattering lightly about everything and nothing, and Zoe finds herself relaxing more and more as they talk. When they’re both finished, they make their way to the checkout lanes and unload their baskets. As the kid at the register is scanning Zoe’s groceries, Spencer calls Morgan over.

“Hey kid.” Morgan says with a grin, clapping Spencer on the shoulder lightly. Spencer returns the greeting as Zoe glances over and digs her wallet out of her purse.

“Morgan, this is Zoe. Zoe, Derek Morgan.” Spencer says. Zoe nods and shakes Morgan’s hand lightly after she sticks her card into the machine. “Morgan, one of your houses has apartments in it, right?”

“Yeah, the one on White Street. Why? That ranch of yours finally get to be too much?” Morgan teases. Spencer rolls his eyes with a smile.

“The ranch is fine. Zoe just moved to town and is looking for an apartment.” Spencer says. Morgan raises his brows and glances at Zoe, who nods, cheeks burning.

“How soon do you need it?” He asks. Zoe shrugs.

“I’m staying at the B&B right now.” She tells him softly. Morgan nods thoughtfully.

“Well, one of the apartments in the White Street house is open. If you want it, it’s yours, sweetheart.” Morgan says. Zoe looks up at him and she can feel tears burning behind her eyes but she wills them back.

“Really?” She asks quietly. Morgan tips his head, frowning just so.

“Yeah. There’s no furniture in it, but it’s available.” He says gently. Zoe bites the inside of her lip hard and nods.

“That - thank you.” She says. Morgan smiles gently now, nodding. Reaching over the conveyor belt, he snags a scrap of paper and scribbles his name and number on it, along with the address of the house.

“Gimme a call later and I’ll get you the key so you can check it out.” He says. Zoe nods and takes the paper, gathering her bags and stepping aside as Morgan slips away. She watches him go, then follows Spencer out of the shop quietly. Tucking her bags into her trunk, she closes it and leans against the car for a moment, staring at the ground. She’s pulled out of her thoughts when Spencer’s shoes appear in her vision and she glances up to see him looking at her, frowning lightly.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly. Zoe clears her throat quickly and nods.

“I wasn’t expecting to find an apartment today.” She says, hoping her voice sounds more confident than she feels. Spencer nods, watching her, not looking entirely convinced, but he drops it.

“Well - hey, I have to drop my groceries off at home, but uh.. Do you want me to come with you? To look at the apartment?” He asks gently. Zoe bites her cheek and nods after a moment.

“That’d be good.” She says. Spencer smiles gently and nods.

“I’ll come by the B&B in a couple hours.” He tells her. Zoe nods again, watching him go back to his truck, and climbs into the front seat of her little yellow punchbuggy. She exhales slowly and heads towards the B&B, managing to keep herself together until she gets to her room. As soon as the door is closed behind her, she sinks to the floor and leans against the bed and promptly bursts into tears.

She’s not sure how long she’s been sitting like that when a timid knock sounds at her door. She sniffles and wipes her cheeks quickly, then stands and clears her throat as she pads over to open the door. Jack stands on the other side, looking up at her with a frown on his little face.

“Are you okay?” He asks. Zoe feels a fresh wave of tears well in her eyes and she nods quickly. Before she can say anything, however, Jack throws his arms around her middle and hugs her tightly. Startled, she settles her arms around his shoulders and relaxes after a moment, exhaling unsteadily. Jack squeezes her waist and looks up at her, brown eyes warm and worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, buddy.” She says softly, brushing his hair back gently. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m just feeling.. A little overwhelmed.”

“Why?” Jack asks quietly, frowning. Zoe sighs slowly, considering the best way to answer his question. She steps out of his embrace and pads over to the window, perching on the cushion there and patting the spot beside her. Jack climbs up and sits next to her, scooting as close as he can.

“For a long time, it seemed like.. Like only bad things were happening to me.” She tells him, brushing her good hand through his hair gently. He tucks himself into her side, frowning up at her. “And I was really sad for a long time. But since I moved here, I’ve made some friends and I’m feeling happy again. And it feels like good things are happening more and more often, and it just overwhelmed me.”

“I think that’s how daddy felt when we moved here.” Jack says thoughtfully. Zoe looks down at him and brushes his hair back, letting him sit with his thoughts for a moment before he continues. “He was really sad all the time. But we made lots of friends! And we talk to mommy sometimes at night. I think that helps.” Zoe smiles softly, nodding.

“How do you talk to her?” She asks.

“Daddy lights a candle before bed and we tell her about our day, and then we blow it out.” Jack tells her. Zoe nods, humming thoughtfully.

“That sounds nice.” She says softly, leaning down to kiss his hair gently. “I’m sure your mommy loves hearing from you like that.” Jack smiles up at her and hugs her again, and Zoe closes her eyes, settling her arms around the boy’s shoulders and resting her cheek to her hair.

If there’s one thing she’s learned in her years of teaching, it’s that there’s nothing quite like a hug from a child to help you feel better, no matter what the problem is. When her grandmother had passed and she’d taken a few days off to go to the funeral, she’d come back to a massive group hug from the kids she’d been student-teaching. When she’d been home sick with the flu and had finally come back, she’d gotten a huge hug from each of her students as they’d come in that morning. She rubs Jack’s back slowly, humming softly, and glances up when she hears footsteps outside the door.

Hotch is standing there, arms crossed, a small smile on his lips. Jack looks up and grins at his father, wiggling out of Zoe’s arms and running across the room. Hotch scoops him up and hugs him tightly for a moment.

“Zoe, Spencer’s here.” Hotch says, setting Jack back on the floor. Jack’s eyes light up and he scoots around Hotch’s legs, sprinting for the stairs and shouting for Spencer. Zoe nods and clears her throat.

“Do I look like a mess?” She asks. Hotch chuckles and shakes his head, picking up her sweater and holding it out. Zoe takes it and slips it on.

“You look fine.” He promises gently. Zoe nods, fiddling with the hem of the sweater before looking up at Hotch again.

“He’s an amazing kid.” She says softly. Hotch glances towards the stairs as they slip out of Zoe’s room, smiling softly as Jack shouts something about Star Wars with Spencer. “You’ve done an incredible job with him.”

“I’ve had help.” Hotch says honestly. “It was hard when we first moved here, but we’ve made friends. A family.” Zoe nods again, glancing up as Hotch catches her arm gently at the top of the stairs. The moment of panic that bubbles in her chest is mitigated by the gentleness in Hotch’s eyes.

“I want you to know that you can talk to me.” He says softly. Zoe watches him, brows furrowing just so as she contemplates his words. “About anything - good, bad, whatever’s going on. Like I said when you first got here, JJ didn’t tell me much about what was going on, just that it was an emergency, but if you need someone to talk to.. I’m here.”

Zoe feels tears burn behind her eyes for the third time this afternoon and she nods, offering a small smile.

“Thank you.” She says softly. Hotch smiles gently and squeezes her shoulder lightly, and she follows him downstairs.

****

Zoe stands in the middle of the empty living room, turning around in a circle slowly. Morgan and Spencer watch her from the doorway, both with small smiles. Pushing away from the wall, Morgan joins Zoe in the middle of the room and puts his hands on his hips.

“What d’you think?” He asks. Zoe looks up at him, her eyes bright, and when she smiles Spencer thinks it looks like the sun coming through the clouds on a rainy day.

“It’s perfect.” She says softly. Morgan beams at her and squeezes her shoulder gently, then digs the key out of his pocket and holds it out.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.” He says. Zoe takes the key slowly and stares up at Morgan for a long moment before she throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly. He laughs softly, surprised at the contact, and returns the hug, patting her back gently. He squeezes her shoulders again when she steps back.

“Thank you so much.” Zoe says. Morgan smiles warmly and nods.

“Don’t mention it. And if you need anything at all, my number’s on the fridge.” He tells her. Zoe nods and watches Morgan go, exhaling and looking around the living room again before her eyes land on Spencer, who grins at her.

“Welcome home.” He says. Zoe smiles again and Spencer feels his heart flip-flop within his ribs.

“Thank you for coming with me.” She says. Spencer nods, moving to stand beside her and looking around the room slowly. “Now I just gotta find furniture - I hate moving.” Spencer laughs softly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well, lucky for you, you know someone with a truck and who knows all the best antique stores in a fifty-mile radius. Plus there’s a Walmart in Freeport if you need it.” He says. Zoe laughs quietly and smiles up at Spencer again, biting her lip for a moment as she considers her next question carefully. Spencer begins to meander around the perimeter of the room, peeking out the windows curiously.

“Hey.” She says, crossing her arms as he turns around, brows raised. “Maybe you could take me on that tour of the town you promised?”

Spencer blinks once, then smiles softly.

“I’d love to.”

#mine*#tiny town au #au: electric love #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #emily prentiss x oc #penelope garcia x oc #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction

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house of cards ; damon salvatore [part 2]

part 2 to you’re looking at me like you don’t know who i am

prompt: a girl found her way into the eldest salvatore brothers’ heart, but sometimes the hardest thing to do is know when to walk away

songs i listened to while writing to set the vibe: sweater weather – the neighborhood, adore you – harry styles, perfect 10 – red velvet

word count: 5,100 words

“카드로 만든 집 바보같이 우린 헛된 꿈이래도 이대로 조금 더 stay”

“a house made of cards, we’re like idiots . . . even if it’s a vain dream, stay like this a little more”

Winter was approaching, and everyone in Mystic Falls knew it. Coats were being put in shop windows and mannequins in the mall donned knit hats and gloves. Angel Robicheaux’s arm was linked with her best friend Caroline’s as they walked towards the exit, bags in their hands. It was barely 8 PM, but it looked like it was midnight outside.

“Bye, Caroline. Drive safe.”

“You too. Tell your brother I said hi, will you?” Angel agreed and the two hugged goodbye. Caroline drove away as Angel hurried to get in her car and turn the heater on. She was wearing a on oversized pumpkin spice colored pullover tucked into a light grey plaid skirt. The skirt’s grey matched the pair of long, suede boots she was wearing. She was dressed for the weather, but it was still biting cold to her. If this is how cold it was now, what would it be like later on?

Angel sighed and shook the cold off, dumping her bags into the passenger seat before turning her headlights on. She let out a scream at the sight before her: a man was standing in front of her car with a hoodie on. He was gone a second later, leaving her to wonder if she was going crazy. Angel gripped the steering wheel hard; she had to be seeing things, right? She wanted to believe it so bad, but the fear that was climbing in her chest told her it was real. She hadn’t been this scared since she saw Damon kill that sophomore outside The Grill. She shook her head and put her car in drive. Even if it was real, the man was gone; nothing she could do about it now.

She pulled out of the parking lot and began her journey home, thoughts racing.

Was this someone Damon sent to stalk her? Would Damon really do that? Angel knew practically nothing about Damon; she didn’t even know if Stefan was aware his brother was a vampire. Angel had tried her best to keep Caroline away from the Salvatores, but there was only so much she could do without saying “hey, by the way, he’s a vampire. He kills people for fun. Saw him kill someone from our school a month ago and that’s why we broke up!” So, unsurprisingly, Caroline was hanging around with him often. There were too many times that she had walked into The Grill only to turn around and walk right back out at the sight of Damon sitting at the bar, often downing three fingers of whiskey.

She was scared of him; she didn’t know what he was capable of. The night they had broken up and she had dropped the bracelet he gave her on the sidewalk, it was back on her vanity before she had even gotten home. She knew that meant Damon could get into her house, so she became obsessed with locking every door and window behind her, no matter how many times her brother had to bang on the front door for her to let him in after work. When anyone asked why the two had broken up, she just responded with a “he felt a little too old for me.” She never mentioned her fear of him to anyone besides herself.

Because of this, The Grill had an atmosphere Angel didn’t like, but it was the only place in Mystic Falls that she could hang out with her friends regularly, so she had to get over her discomfort. Eventually, as the month passed, Damon caught on to her lowering fears and began to back off. Instead of her walking out at the sight of him, he walked out at the sight of her. Her friends stopped pointing him out to her whenever he entered, as they knew he was just going to turn right back around. Slowly, Angel’s life returned to normal – well as normal as possible with the knowledge that her ex-boyfriend was a vampire.

Angel turned her car off after she pulled into her spot in the garage. She grabbed her bags from the passenger seat and headed in, her car letting out a small honk to signal she had locked it. She twisted the doorknob open and pushed the door in with her foot so that her bags wouldn’t get crushed. She had almost forgotten about the man in the parking lot until she saw him holding her brother at the base of the stairs, a knife to his neck. Her bags hit the ground in shock and the sound echoed through the house.

“Close the door and lock it.” He threatened, the knife pressing closer to her brother’s neck. Angel nodded and slowly made her way to close the door.

“Don’t listen to him, sis! Run!” The man took her brother’s head and hit it against the railing before placing the knife back to his throat.

It was very clear that this man was a vampire, and if Angel tried to run, she had a feeling both she and her brother would die. So, the door closed, and the lock made a clicking sound when she turned it.

“What do you want?” Angel asked, swallowing the fear in her throat, “Did Damon send you to watch me?”

“Mention his name again and I will kill both of you.” Angel nodded, tears beginning to prick at the corner of her eyes.

He motioned her to walk up the stairs, turning him and his hostage around as they followed her to her room. “Give me it.”

Angel shook her head, tears falling on her cheeks, “Please let him go. We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Blood dripped down her brother’s throat from the pressure of the knife. She could see his chest heaving. The man was not going to believe her, and she could tell. “Give me the journal. I know you have it.”

“Look,” Angel sobbed, throwing all the books she could find onto her bed. “I don’t have any journal. Please let him go.”

The vampire grew angry, not understanding that she really didn’t have it. He motioned his head towards her cork board; the pictures of the two of them kissing in the photo booth were still up. Every time Angel tried to take them down to forget about him, she couldn’t help but think of Caroline telling her that Damon had never done that for anyone else. “You obviously are his partner. He gave you the journal to hide. Now give it to me.”

An idea popped into Angel’s head at that moment. She just had to hope it would work; nevertheless, it would at least buy her more time. “You’re right.”

Her brother went to say something, but she silenced him with a look. “I knew it. Give it to me now.”

She made her way over to her vanity where the bracelet sat, untouched. She held it up to him, making things up as she went along, “This is like a key. If you give this to Damon, then he’ll know he can trust you. He’ll tell you where the journal is. All I know is that it’s buried somewhere in the woods. He wouldn’t tell me more.”

He held his hand open to catch the bracelet. Angel threw it to him, not wanting to get any closer than needed. Before he left, he made eye contact with Angel before dropping the knife in his hand and piercing her brother’s neck with his fangs, making him drop to the floor. “Can’t have any witnesses, right?”

Angel screamed, falling to her knees at her brother’s side. She placed her ear to his chest and, upon hearing a faint heartbeat, she stood up and called 911. She was sobbing as she talked to the female dispatcher. She closed her door and made sure every entrance to her room was locked. She paced back and forth, waiting for the ambulance to get there, checking on her brother every few seconds. The fainter his heartbeat got, the more she cried. It felt like hours once she finally heard the sirens. She unlocked her door and ran downstairs, unlocking the front door. “He’s upstairs, please hurry.”

Two policemen kept her from entering her room, saying that they needed room to move him. She watched, tears streaming down her face as the ambulance pulled out of her driveway and sped away. She wasn’t allowed to go with him because she had to give a statement to the police. Angel had never been so angry at authority.

Caroline’s mother, the sheriff, was asking her about what had happened. The two were sitting at her dining room table; Angel’s eyes were empty, and she hadn’t touched the glass of water she had given her when they sat down. “Please, honey, I know it’s hard, but we can’t catch whoever did this without your input.”

Angel recounted the story, making up him wanting a diamond bracelet and him stabbing a fire poker into her brother’s neck instead of biting him. Angel had enough on her plate, she didn’t need to be sent to a psych ward. Neither of the women knew that the other was aware of the existence of vampires; if they did, this whole situation would be a lot easier. For Angel, though, she thought she was the only one aware vampires existed in Mystic Falls, and she thought she was unlucky enough to meet 2 of them.

The sheriff nodded, writing everything down, “I’ll drive you to the hospital honey. Do you want me to call Caroline to wait with you?”

Angel accepted the ride but declined Caroline. No reason to drag her out of bed on a Sunday night to sit in the hospital. Besides, she wanted some alone time; the vampire wouldn’t try to reach out to Damon or her again tonight. They still must’ve thought the two were together, and if Damon was confronted with her bracelet, they would know that Damon would want to check on her first. It was a risk on their part to not wait, and even she knew that.

Angel had never thrown up from nerves before, but tonight she was close. The unknowing was what got to her; she didn’t know what Damon was up to, she didn’t know why a vampire showed up at her house, and most of all, she didn’t know if her brother was going to survive.

So, when the doctor came out of the emergency surgery room, Angel had to take her time standing up. “Is he okay?”

Her pulled his mask down and looked at his charts, “He’ll survive, but that attack was nasty. He lost a lot of blood. I don’t think we can allow you to see him tonight, since he’ll be resting, and we can’t let him have any distractions. But, like I said, he’ll survive. Can you by chance make a blood donation?”

Angel nodded immediately, following a nurse the doctor called over into a room to make sure she matched his blood type.

It was midnight by the time she left the hospital; she was wearing the same clothes as she was 4 hours ago when she was leaving the mall. Her nerves had calmed down for the most part, but she was too scared to go back to her house and she was too nervous to wake up any of her friends. That’s how she ended up dialing a number she hadn’t dialed in a month; a number she had deleted from her contacts. She just didn’t know what else to do.

He picked up three rings in; his voice was husky from sleep, yet angry from being woken up. It was clear he hadn’t checked the caller ID, “Hello? What could be so important at midnight?”

He seemed to wake up at the sound of Angel’s voice and sniffles, “I – I didn’t know who else to call, I’m sorry.”

Angel could hear him sitting up in bed, his voice filling with concern. This is not how he thought he would talk to Angel again, “No, no, baby. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t comment on him calling her ‘baby,’ mostly because it felt so right that she didn’t even notice it. “I’m at the hospital and I’m – I’m so scared. Please, just, I need someone right now and everyone else is asleep and wouldn’t understand.”

The sound of her crying hurt more than he thought it would; he had never actually heard her cry when they were dating. She was flirty and happy the entire time, only showing negative emotions the night she had broken up with him. “I promise I’ll be there as soon as possible, just stay put. Okay?”

Her voice cracked as she whispered out an agreement.

The pedal was to the floor as Damon backed out of the boarding house. He hadn’t heard her voice in a month, and once he did, it was coated in pain. He was going to kill whatever hurt her. But, that was a promise he had made a while ago as well, and he ended up being the thing that hurt her.

Once Damon pulled up to the hospital, he saw her crying form on the bench outside, the streetlight hanging overhead. He was out the front seat in an instant and was standing in front of her the second she stood. Had they been in a different situation, he would’ve commented on how beautiful she looked. However, he was staring at her, her eyes glassy and mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks. She looked up into his eyes and he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. Her heeled boots weren’t enough to bring her up farther than his neck, so when she wrapped her arms around him, she was still buried in his chest. He missed the feeling of her arms wrapped around him, but the way they squeezed him with so much hurt felt wrong. He wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair as she sobbed.

After a few minutes, she was able to calm down, and he opened the passenger side door to let her in. She took in the familiar smell of old cologne and leather polish; she felt like she had transported herself back to a month ago. If you asked her, that would be her excuse as to why she intertwined her fingers with Damon’s when he got in and started to drive. The drive was silent, Damon not wanting to say something that would cause her to take her hand from his. He thought he had gotten over her 4 Tri-Delts ago, but the fact her voice on the phone was enough for him to drop everything for at midnight was an indicator that he was not, in fact, over her.

When he stopped the car in the boarding house’s driveway, Angel released his hand to let him turn off the car. The two sat there, the outside lamp nearby the only thing giving light. Despite the shadows on her face, Damon could tell she was looking at him as her body turned to the driver’s side of the car. She broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper, “A vampire almost killed my brother tonight.”

Damon’s eyes widened, not knowing what to say, “What?”

She recounted the story, a few tears falling as she talked about her brother almost dying, “I’m sorry for waking you up, but I – I knew you would listen, and I knew you wouldn’t make me go back there. Part of me needed to see you again, and this gave me an excuse to. And, I just don’t know what to do, Damon.”

Damon wiped her tears away, gently grabbing her head and facing it towards him, “Baby, listen to me, you did the right thing.”

She sniffled as she looked up to make eye contact with him, “I need answers, Damon. I don’t want to believe you’re a killer, but I know what I saw, and I know what happened tonight with another vampire.”

He nodded, knowing this time would eventually come. “Let’s get you inside.”

Angel emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, when she saw her clothes were folded on the couch in Damon’s room; she never expected to be wearing his clothes again, but here she was, one of his white tee shirts dangling off her body again. He had to stop himself from letting his jaw drop at the sight of her in his clothes once more.

Everything that belonged to her that she kept in Damon’s room hadn’t been touched since she left. Her shampoo was still in the shower, her drawer full of clothes she had ‘just in case’ was still there, and even her Physics notebook she had left on his desk accidentally one day was sitting there, frozen in time. In hindsight, Damon didn’t know how he had managed to convince himself he was over Angel; at least she only had one set of pictures of the two still up.

She sat cross legged at the foot of his bed, looking up to him. He was shirtless, leaving him in just the black sweatpants he had left in; his back was propped up against the headboard, looking back at her. She asked him how he had been turned, and thus began the story of Katherine, Stefan, the church, and Emily Bennett’s spell. Once he finished, an onslaught of questions began.

“How many innocent people have you killed?”

The first question was not an easy one, but Damon knew now was not the time to lie, “Probably in the thousands.”

“Why?”

“I found it fun. Made me feel evil.”

Her response stung a little, but he knew she was telling the truth, “Because it did make you evil. Were all these ‘animal attacks’ you?”

“In the beginning, yes. But, as time went on, more vampires have arrived, and they turned more people. I haven’t killed anyone since that night.”

Angel’s eye contact faltered, remembering the fear she felt that night. How did she not feel it now? “When you, well, – bite – someone do they turn into a vampire?”

“If you’re asking if your brother is going to wake up like me, no. He’ll be human. Normal. In order to turn, you have to have vampire blood in your system, die, and then feed on a human in the next 24 hours, or you’ll fade from existence.”

Damon took notice of her shoulders falling in relief, but she soon followed up with another question, “How old are you?”

“Well, I was born on June 18th, 1839, so over 150 years old.”

Angel’s eyes bulged, “So I was barely 18 when we were dating and you were, like, nine times my age . . . uh, anyway. Why did someone come to me looking for a journal you have?”

Damon’s jaw clenched, angry that it was once again him who caused her harm in the long run. “That’s the question I have.” He looked right into her eyes, bringing back their eye contact, “He won’t be able to even think about hurting you. I’ll see to that.”

Angel scooted a few centimeters back. Damon’s tone and eyes told her that the two vampires wouldn’t be talking out their differences.

“One last question,” her voice was soft, and he saw her once more swallow her fear. He nodded, prodding her to go on, “Were your feelings for me ever real, or was I just something to play with until you got Katherine back?”

Damon couldn’t keep himself seated away from her, and in a second he was sitting across from her, his hands on the side of her head like they were when he had asked her out. “From the second we stopped on that bridge and I saw your smile that went up to your eyes, I was in love with you. I didn’t know it, because at the time I had only ever felt love for one woman. I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I always knew I felt – normal – next to you. When I would throw rocks at your window or when you would hold my hand on the days you dragged me to the park because the sun was out, times like those were what reminded me I had humanity left. You made me forget that I wasn’t human; you made me feel emotions I hadn’t felt in years. When I was with you, I didn’t want to put my fangs in you. I wanted to protect you.”

Angel’s hands were small compared to Damon’s but were warm compared to his. Her hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled his hands off her face. She rested their hands in between the two. “Then why did you try and made me forget that night?”

“Because you were the only person I’ve ever felt the want to grow old with, and I wanted to feel like that forever.”

Angel knew it was wrong. She knew she’d regret it in the morning. But that didn’t stop her. She placed a hand on the back of Damon’s neck and pulled him to her and pressed their lips together. Damon’s hands found themselves tangled in her wet hair and hers were wrapped around his neck. Dear God, he didn’t even remember how much he had missed this. All he knew was that he wanted it to last forever.

But all good things must come to an end. She pulled away, needing to breathe. Their eyes were locked for a few seconds before he kissed her on the forehead. “Go to sleep, you need it.”

She went to move off the bed, but he grabbed her wrist and sent her a confused look.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She pointed her thumb in the direction of the other side of the room, “The couch . . .”

He pulled her back on the bed, “No, you’re taking the bed. I’m taking the couch. Nothing you will say will make me change my mind.”

Angel nodded, sleep pulling at the back of her eyes, telling her not to argue. She nodded, sliding under the covers she hadn’t been under in what felt like forever. The sheets smelled like Damon, and she wanted so badly to grab his wrist before he walked away and have him hold her like old time, she knew there was a line she couldn’t cross, and that was it. This wasn’t the Damon she knew; this one was the same type of creature who tried to kill her brother.

When she heard Damon lay on the couch, she was out.

Angel woke up to a stream of sunlight and hushed voices that mentioned her name. She didn’t move, wanting to know what they were talking about.

“Damon, she was finally getting away from all of this! You can’t just bring her back into it.” Angel recognized the voice as Stefan’s.

“Don’t you think I know that? But as of now, she’s still a target, so I have to do what it takes to protect her.”

“You’re either going to have to let her go or stay with her forever. You can’t have both.” Stefan left the room after this, the door closing loudly behind him. Angel used this as a ploy to pretend she had just woken up. She looked over to the alarm clock: 6:30 AM. She let out a small groan before the events of last night came flooding back to her in mass. The headboard was cool as she sat against it.

“Can you make him forget?” Angel asked, causing Damon to look up from buttoning his shirt. He pulled it down and worked on rolling his sleeves as he responded.

“Angel – are you sure?”

She nodded solemnly, “I don’t want my brother living in fear. There’s nothing he could do about it anyway; I just want him to think the guy was some intruder, not a vampire.”

After Damon made her brother forget the vampireness of his attacker, the two found their way outside. The hospital courtyard was less depressing than the pair thought it would be. They were sitting at a bench surrounded by flowers. Angel was holding a cup of water. She relaxed into Damon’s side as he had his arm wrapped around her. Two old ladies in wheelchairs rolled up to the two.

One looked warmly onto them and spoke to Damon, “Now, she looks like a catch! Don’t be letting her get away.”

Angel couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her face as Damon responded, “Yes, ma’am. Trust me, I won’t.”

The other lady let out a small sigh and spoke as the two rolled away, “Oh, young love . . . I remember times like that.”

Damon placed a kiss to her head and began running his fingers through her hair. These were the times he missed.

The wind was blowing as the sun began to set. Damon and Angel were standing at the stop sign near The Grill. Caroline had called her over to help get her mind off things; she insisted no boys. Not listening to Caroline was a death wish.

She was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with a black belt; a white tee shirt with a picture of a girl in a sunflower field that looked like it was drawn by the same people who animated Spirited Away was, as always, loosely tucked into her jeans. She was wearing a pair of regular black converse high tops. Her hair was down in waves and she had a pair of fake diamond earrings on; her black choker brought attention to her slim neck. She kept her arms covered with a fleece lined denim jacket. She seemed like a rainbow standing next to him, dressed in all black. They were complete opposites of each other in every way, besides in their love.

Damon took a step closer to the blonde girl, brushing a piece of hair that got caught on her jacket behind her ear and looking into her eyes. “Angel, please be mine again.”

She gave him a soft smile, and Damon knew her answer. She never gave that smile unless she was about to let someone down gently. She grabbed his hands in hers and looked up at him, “I’d love to, but we both know that’s not possible. Even though you say you’ve changed, it’s only been a month. You’ve hurt people, Damon. You lied. And I know you’ve been hurt and lied to, too, but that doesn’t excuse it. I’m barely 18; I’m going to college next year. But, my mom always taught me the biggest part of growing up is learning when to walk away. I don’t want this to be my life. It sounds selfish, I know, but I deserve my young adult years. Everyone does. I’m sorry you never really had them because of Katherine, and I’m glad I’m the one who helped you experience them, even if it was about 125 years too late. I want to pull all nighters with my college roommate and adopt a dog or something; I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in fear of something like last night happening again. You said it yourself, you’re trying to get Katherine back; she’s the one you need. She knows what you’ve been through. I’m sorry, but that’s not me, Damon.”

“I don’t want someone who understands me, Angel, I want you.” His grip on her hands tightened, showing his desperation to be with her again.

Angel placed a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll always love you, Damon Salvatore.”

Damon knew that when Angel decided on something, there was no convincing her otherwise. He placed a kiss to her forehead before she let their hands drop. She turned away, meeting up with Caroline at the end of the walkway to The Grill, the bad atmosphere Angel once felt disappearing.He didn’t move as he watched her walk into the sunset. Angel sent him one last smile, watching as the wind blew his hair into his face. She couldn’t see the tears that he blinked back.

Two things in life were certain. Damon Salvatore would always hate sunsets and he would always love Angel Robicheaux.

After the party, Angel finally had the courage to go home. Damon had gotten rid of the vampire that had been invited in. Her brother was set to be discharged the next morning. Things were slowly sinking back to normal.

When she opened her room door, she noticed that the previously blood-stained carpet had been pulled and replaced – most likely Caroline’s mom’s doing. She kicked her shoes off and threw her jacket onto her vanity chair. As she was taking off her earrings, she made eye contact with the photo booth cards pinned to her cork board. The first photo out of 4 showed her and Damon in a normal picture; she was leaning against him, both of them smiling. The second showed her looking up at him from her spot on his shoulder. The third was of them kissing, both clearly happy. The last was supposed to be a normal photo, but instead showed Angel looking at the camera and Damon looking adoringly at her.

Angel let out a small, innocent sigh and reached up and unpinned the photo reel. She dug through her drawer and pulled out a photo she had been too pained to look at in the prior months. The photo held her smiling family on her first day, and her brother’s last day, of high school. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a plain yellow tee shirt with her makeup done and her hair pulled up into buns on either side of her head; her brother wore a regular pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. Their mom was dressed in a pantsuit and there was a bright smile on her face. Even if you didn’t know her, you could tell she was proud of her kids.

“I love you, mom.”

She leaned up and used the tack that once held up her and Damon to now hold up her family. The photos of the pair taking the new photo’s place in the drawer.

Angel closed her curtains before climbing into bed but didn’t see the figure that was watching sink back into the shadows. Damon dropped the rock he was holding, knowing that even if he threw it at her window, the old Angel wouldn’t answer and jump down into his arms.

It was time to move on.

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gwilymz · 5 years

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Good Company

Requested by @gailymlee

Summary: You and Roger have been dating for over a year, so when an argument causes him to cheat on you after a gig one night, Brian--who has always loved you--just wants to make you feel better.

Warnings: Smut at the end!! Angst and cheating but Brian being cute ;)

Read part 2 here: https://gwilymz.tumblr.com/post/181499209787/gwilymz-gwilymz-good-company-part-2-brian

You had always known Roger was flirty. It was as obvious to you as his raspy voice which always seemed to make you shiver when he whispered in your ear, as conspicuous as his giant doe-like eyes which bored into yours as he thrusted into you. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Roger had woken you up with soft kisses to your shoulder, but things had soon accelerated, as he hovered above you and raspily whispered dirty things into your ears which were red-hot from arousal. You scratched down his back and whimpered into his soft touches, which contrasted with his hard and sure thrusts.

“Roger, you need to get up, the gig-” You heard a soft, almost angelic voice call out into the cold air of Roger’s small bedroom in the boys’ shared apartment. Music equipment scattered the floor, broken drumsticks and torn notebooks with failed lyrics and conceptual outlines sitting on the edge of his nightstand, the lamp flickering and teetering with every thrust of Roger’s hips.

“Shit, I’m-I’m sorry!” Brian quickly turned around and slammed the door as he realized what he saw, his face burnt with utter embarrassment as he had just seen his best friend fucking the girl of his dreams. He was even more embarrassed as he realized how much it had turned him on to see you in that position.

“Brian, have you ever heard of fucking knocking?” Roger screamed, holding himself above you, turning his head to scream towards the closed door which Brian had slammed.

“I’m sorry, Rog. I would have if I had heard y/n last night, but I didn’t know she was staying over. My apologies.” Brian said apprehensively, you could tell he was standing behind the door. You heard him walk away, his footsteps making the floorboards creak slightly.

“He’s such a fucking idiot sometimes.” Roger pulled out of you, pissed that Brian had burst in like that, and even more pissed that it had made him angry, ruining the mood between you two.

“Hey,” You said, pulling his head against your chest. “He didn’t mean to, Brian’s too sweet to have bad intentions. You know this.”

“I wouldn’t put it behind him. Why are you defending him?” Roger looked up at you, anger in his huge blue eyes, dark eyelashes fluttering against the tops of his flushed cheeks.

“I’m not defending him. I’m saying Brian didn’t mean to. That’s the truth. You’re so pissy all of the time Roger. You need to calm down about these little things, you get so worked up.” You sat up, pushing Roger off of you as you put your bra and your sweater back on, slipping into your skirt and zipping your boots up, before you grabbed your purse which sat on his dresser.

“You’re the one being overdramatic, y/n. You’re leaving because of this? Jesus.” He laid down in his bed and turned away from you, turning his lamp off by yanking it out of the wall.

You scoffed and opened his bedroom door, slamming it behind you. Brian and John were sitting on the couch, and looked up at you, giving you lopsided smiles as they strummed their guitars together, practicing for their concert which was later that night.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Deaky smiled at you, setting his bass guitar down against the coffee table. Brian looked up at you and flushed pink before quickly resuming his strumming. His legs were exceptionally long, and rested almost on his chest as he hunched over his guitar, absentmindedly playing a riff. You couldn’t deny that Brian was gorgeous. His tanned chest contrasted with his white button up, a few layered necklaces dawning his neck, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, warm, hazel eyes concentrating on his nimble fingers strumming at his creation. You blushed slightly, realizing that you had just admitted to yourself of having a crush on your boyfriend’s best friend, all 6 feet and 2 inches of him.

You tucked your hair behind your ears and flashed a smile at Deaky. “I’m fine, Rog is just being an ass, nothing new.” You looked back at his bedroom door as you said this, rolling your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend. He always did this; was always angry or jealous about something.

“See you at the gig then, y/n? We’ll talk to Rog about his subpar behavior.” John put his feet up on the coffee table and gave you a toothy smile. You walked over and ruffled his long locks, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and then one to Brian. You had always done this, but today it felt different, and you didn’t quite understand what had changed so rapidly between you two.

You walked out of their apartment, shivering, as the cold, early-spring air stung at your eyes which were wet from tears.

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Brian sat alone in the apartment. Freddie, Deaky and Roger were getting lunch, but Brian was too upset to join them. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how wrong it was for him to be having these thoughts about his best friend’s girlfriend, who Roger had been dating for over a year--the longest relationship Roger had ever committed to. He felt bad that he was hard thinking about you, but he couldn’t help it; he was a man. He hadn’t been laid in months, he’d gotten a few handjobs here and there from random groupies, but he didn’t like the no-strings-attached concept, to him it was a fallacy.

He much preferred to be in a relationship, to have the long-term commitment of loving a woman, buying her gifts, being her shoulder to cry on-- everything that came with a relationship he wanted. And he wanted you so bad he couldn’t help it when he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down his legs, rubbing his hand over his hardened cock, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he whimpered, thrusting into his hand, his voice cracking with every moan which left his parted lips. His eyes were screwed shut, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he quietly uttered your name, desperate for his release, which he felt himself nearing.

“Fuck, just like that,” He whimpered, sighing as his hips bucked. His legs were tingling and his hair matted against his sweaty forehead, the cold metal of his necklaces cold against his impossibly hot skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He groaned as he finished himself off, releasing on his toned stomach, as he heard keys jingle outside and the unmistakable sound of Freddie’s giggling resonating off of the thin walls.

He didn’t have time to clean himself off, he just pulled his pants up, fumbling with his belt as fast as he could, buttoning up his shirt, knowing that he had fastened them unevenly. He ran a hand through his hair as his bandmates opened the door, looking at him suspiciously as he quickly grabbed his guitar and began to strum, his hands shaking from the adrenaline of almost being caught jerking off to the thought of his best friend’s love.

“Are you okay, darling? Bri, you look ill.” Freddie’s smile faltered, and he sat down next to him, putting his arm around Brian’s shoulders.

Roger laughed at Brian’s anxiety-ridden face, knowing what had just happened, because his pants were buttoned but unzipped, his shirt halfway tucked in, which Brian never did. “I think Bri was just having a little fun with himself, am I right, mate?” He giggled before going in his room to change for the gig which was in a few hours.

“Shut up, no I wasn’t.”

“Oh, it’s okay babe, don’t be embarrassed we all have our needs, I just didn’t think you had it in you, mister prude!” Freddie giggled, booping Brian’s nose as Brian’s face turned redder than before. He felt so guilty, sexualizing you like that and using you as a fantasy to get off, but he needed you so bad. His crush had only grown in size from being near you so often, and seeing Roger fucking you ignited something within him that was making him hornier than he had ever been in his entire twenty-three years of living.

He quickly got up and cleaned himself off in the bathroom, before he got ready for the gig.

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A few hours later, Brian was backstage at the small venue they were playing at, tuning his guitar, frustrated that Roger had fucked with it yet again, frustrated that his best friend was with the girl of his dreams. You were backstage too, bickering with Roger, arguing about the argument you had that morning.

“I just don’t understand why it’s such a huge fucking deal to you Roger!” You whisper-yell, glaring at him through your mascara-thickened lashes.

“Because it’s always my fucking fault-”

“Yeah!” you interrupted. “It is your fucking fault that you get pissed about the most miniscule things. You let everything bother you, why can’t you just be calm for one time in your life?” You inquired, pulling away from his touch.

“You want me to be more calm, like Brian, huh?”

“Did I ever fucking say that?”

“You didn’t have to.” Roger grabbed a drink which was sitting on the table you guys were standing next to, taking a swig before, storming away from you.

Brian acted as if he didn’t hear your conversation, but his heart broke when he heard you sniffle as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked gorgeous, wearing a cute mini skirt with tights and boots with a flowy, low-cut shirt. Brian couldn’t look at you for long or else he would get hard--harder than he already was by just thinking about you. He pretended to tune his guitar as you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

He set his guitar down gently on his chair and followed your path, knocking on the door to the tiny closet-like bathroom. “Y/n?” He asked. “Are you okay? Please feel free to talk to me, I’m always here.”

“Brian don’t worry about me, you have to perform soon.” You wiped your tears, looking into the mirror as the harsh light made you look even worse than you thought you did, smeared lipstick and running mascara.

“You’re a close friend of mine, I can be worried.” He leaned his head against the door, and heard you sniffle and laugh a little.

“Roger is just a dick lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“I’ve noticed that too. I don’t know either, but it will work out if it is meant to, y/n. Always remember the stars will align, things will get better.” He said softly, and you cried at how sweet he was, how selfless he always tended to be. He sighed and walked away, grabbing his guitar from the chair where he left it, before going on stage.

The show was magical, and you had to admit that Roger looked good playing the drums. His face was contorted in concentration, sweat dripping onto his open chest. Girls in the crowd swooned and you felt proud that was your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help but steal glances at Brian, his fingers working the guitar as if it were nothing, his calm collected composure juxtaposing with the wailing of his guitar. Girls stood in front of his side of the stage, swooning over him too, with a lustful look in their eyes, and you felt your heart race with anger, jealousy. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t even glance at Roger for the rest of the concert, you only watched Brian, screaming at yourself for being unfaithful to Roger, but unable to do anything about it; you were entranced.

As the concert ended, Brian gave you a sweet smile as he turned around to walk off stage, and the groupies squealed, thinking he was grinning at them, and maybe he was--why would he smile like that to you?

You followed Roger backstage, ignoring a wink he sent to a girl in the crowd--he didn’t think you saw. You weren’t really on speaking terms with him, but you were still friends with Deaky, Freddie, and Brian, so you decided to talk with them for a bit, hoping time would make the argument blow over, and that your little crush on Brian would subside eventually. You figured Roger was at the bar, drinking his feelings away, and you sat between Deaky and across from Brian, joking with them about their heavy makeup and flamboyant outfits.

“I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You smiled at the boys and touched Brian’s knee, getting up and walking towards the same bathroom you cried in a few hours before. Brian flinched and looked down, hiding a small smile. Deaky rolled his eyes.

As you approached the bathroom you heard moaning from the inside, the unmistakable deep moans of your boyfriend. Your heart sunk and you swallowed the lump in your throat before opening the door, knowing it never locked. A random girl from the crowd, a blonde with a short floral dress on, was on her knees in front of Roger, his hands in her hair, guiding her head. Your cheeks burnt with embarrassment and pure anger. Not only had he cheated on you, but he did it when you were barely 30 feet away, in a bathroom which everyone knew couldn’t be locked, with a girl he didn’t even know. He was willing to throw your one year relationship away, and didn’t care if you knew it, didn’t care if you caught him in the act. He didn’t even notice it was you who opened the door, wasn’t worried enough to see who it was, he just closed the door, holding his arm against it so it couldn’t be opened again.

You began to sob uncontrollably, grabbing your purse from where it sat next to Brian’s legs on the small couch. He, Deaky, and Freddie were talking about throwing a party, and they were laughing at Freddie’s outrageous ideas, basking in the adrenaline from their show.

“Y/n?” Brian got up and followed you, leaving his conversation behind. “What happened?”

You started to sob even more just thinking about what you had seen, and how betrayed you felt, and oddly how terrible you must have looked in front of this gorgeous man who didn’t deserve to be involved in this utter mess.

“Y/n?” He repeated, taking long strides towards you as you walked out of the bar and into the street. “I’m worried about you, please talk to me, talk to someone.”

You stopped on the sidewalk and waited for Brian to catch up to you before you wrapped your arms around him and sobbed into his shirt, his chest warm against your cheek. He picked you up and sat on a nearby bench, stroking your hair as you cried into him. He was silent, comforting you by just his presence.

“He cheated on me, Brian.” you lifted your head and looked into his eyes, not caring how terrible you must have looked, and that you were perched on his lap on a public bench outside of a pub in London. He tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed your cheek. He looked so hurt, looking at your tear-stained cheeks, and so pissed that someone would do something like this to you, so thoughtless of your feelings. “Why don’t I take you to our flat and you can retrieve your things from Roger’s room?” He whispered, staring into your eyes so intimately as he played with your hair, which was undoubtedly sweaty from the concert.

You obliged, taking his large hand in yours as you walked away from the pub and towards their flat which was a few blocks away. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the tingles you felt in your hand as he squeezed it, reassuringly. He let go of your hand only to find his keys, which were shoved into his pocket. He took them out, stumbling to find the correct one, before he unlocked the door, ushering you in with his hand on the small of your back, making you feel noticeably hotter.

Brian blushed as he looked at the couch, remembering what he had done earlier and feeling horrible that he was getting hard thinking about it, once again. He went to the kitchen to pour you and himself glasses of water, knowing how thirsty you must have been from crying so much. He followed you into Roger’s room, setting the glass of water on his nightstand, and gulping down his glass, thirsty from the two-hour concert.

You began to search through Roger’s room, picking up things which were yours: t-shirts, sneakers, books you let him borrow--anything and everything. And it hurt you to pick these things up, knowing that all of these once important belongings which brought you joy, now connoted betrayal and disappointment. Brian handed you a tote bag and you put them inside, knowing you would just donate them later, but not having the heart to ever say no to him. He sat down on Roger’s unmade bed and looked at his feet, not knowing what to do, but needing to stay there with you until you calmed down.

You sat down on the bed next to him and touched his knee, not knowing why you did, but you traced circles on it, and he hummed in delight as you did. His hand, like an instinct, squeezed your upper thigh, rubbing the same circles that you were on his knee. The room was completely silent, save for Brian’s heavy breathing and the patter of cold rain on the window. His hand crept upwards, under your skirt now, and your breathing hitched in your throat as he touched his calloused fingertips over the hem of your panties, before he whispered, “Let me make you feel better.” Your heartbeat quickened and you had never felt so much lust for a person in your entire life.

He pulled you onto his waist and flipped your skirt up, palming your ass as he bruisingly kissed down your neck and collarbones. He gently pulled your hair to expose your neck more to him, groaning as you touched his hard member through his tight black pants, rubbing your hand over it to give him some friction. He pulled your underwear down and threw them off of the side of the bed, before he rubbed at your clit softly.

“You’re so wet, angel.” he looked up at you, his lips bruised a deep pink, his eye makeup a little smudged. You only moaned in response, pulling his head back to kiss down his neck, sucking a hickey near his adam’s apple. He rutted his hips against you, whimpering as your heat rubbed against him as you pulled his hair, begging for more.

“Brian, I want more.” You rested your forehead against his, fumbling with the button of his pants. You never broke eye contact with him. He lifted his hips and he tore the pants off before holding your lower back and flipping you over so you were on your back, in the same position as you were that morning, in Roger’s bed, but instead underneath his best friend. This was wrong, but you didn’t care, and neither did Brian, as he pulled your shirt over your head and took your bra off, kissing down your body feverishly. You screamed as his tongue licked at your entrance, his eyes looking up at you through tight curls which fell over his face.

“Brian, more,” You begged, pulling his hair to get him closer to you. He hummed against you as you pulled at his locks, and his eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed himself against the mattress. You arched your back and screamed his name again as he sucked on your clit softly, before he added two fingers, fingering you so fast you lost the ability to form words, you could only scream out in pleasure. Brian was insatiable, your sounds only egging him on. The only thing that stopped him was the sound of cymbals crashing against the floor and Roger screaming at you and Brian, with Deaky and Freddie following close behind to see what the issue was.

Brian quickly covered himself with a pillow and you pulled Roger’s sweat-soaked sheets to cover your chest. Roger was livid, staring at you with pure anger in his usually very soft and feminine eyes. He was about to kill Brian, so much so that Deaky and Freddie had to hold him back physically, as Brian screamed at him, saying he deserved this. You had never seen Brian scream before, and he was passionate, assured, yelling in Roger’s face that he could treat you so much better.

“You can’t just fuck my girlfriend because you feel like it, Brian!” Roger was screaming so hard his voice was faltering.

“You cheated on her! Y/n fucking saw you Roger!”

“What gives you the right, though?!”

“I’m in love with with her, Roger!”

#brian may fanfic #brian may #brian may smut #brian may x reader #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #freddie mercury #angst #gwilym lee #ben hardy #joe mazzello #rami malek

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13thsongbird · 5 years

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I can’t quite believe it’s nearly October – where did the summer go? And on top of that, where did September go?? That said, I’ve been glorying in the weather here in New York this past month. We’ve still been flirting with temps in the 80s during the hottest parts of the day, but it’s much breezier and less humid, and once the sun goes down the temperature drops quite comfortably into the 60s. Much nicer than the sticky humidity and 90+ degree days and nights of August! (We’re still not quite to my ideal fall temperatures, but soon… soon…)

And with cooler temps come thoughts of fall-appropriate sewing – that is to say, things with sleeves. I didn’t do this consciously, but looking back at the projects I completed this summer, there wasn’t a single sleeve in sight! These arms demand freedom in the heat of a New York City summer, what can I say. Hindsight being 20/20, this actually may be the reason I procrastinated so long on the make I’m ever-so-slowly building up to. Minds are weird and wonderful things, aren’t they?

At the beginning of August, the Instagram sewing community blew up with sewing challenges – the ones I saw the most were #alteritaugust and #BRAugust2019, but there were any number of others. Not sure why August is the hoppin’ sewing month, but it made for a flood of inspiring Instagram pictures so I wasn’t complaining! However, I wasn’t really in the mood to commit to a sustained month-long challenge. The lure of getting in the sandbox to play with my sewing community beckoned, but it wasn’t quite clicking – until I saw someone posting about #sewcialmashup and a little bulb went off in my head. The concept was simply to mash up two (or more!) patterns and share pictures of the result during the month of August, with weekly prize drawings and some big grand prize options at the end of the month, and my mind immediately flashed to a mashup I’ve had brewing since before the new year. What a great opportunity to get my rear in gear, join the fun, but also not overwhelm myself! One project, one month – easy peasy!

(And then I procrastinated for the whole month and only worked on it the literal last three days of August… and then I started writing this blog post the first week of September and only just now got around to finishing it… Shhhhhh… I blame it on the heat. Yeah. Also, big shoutout to Girls in the Garden and Inside the Hem for hosting such a fun challenge!)

Like a lot of sewists, I was entranced this winter by the release of Friday Pattern Company’s Adrienne Blouse. A simple top designed for knits, it majorly brings the drama with sleeves that are literally the largest pattern pieces on the sheet, gathered at shoulder and cuff with 1/2″ elastic, and is a terrifically drafted pattern and easy to sew to boot. The minute I got my grubby little hands on it, I was dreaming of wearing it tucked into high-waisted pants and skirts, which gave me a moment of pause. I don’t like tucking knit tops in – I feel like they often bunch and shift under a fitted waistband, plus I’m very tall with a long torso, which can be trying when it comes to keeping tucked-in shirts in place. The Adrienne is drafted with negative ease through the body, which meant the bunching was unlikely to be an issue, but it is also self-described as “slightly cropped with the hem hitting just below your bellybutton”. How much length was I going to have to add to make this wearable?? (The answer is none – I actually find the length of the torso fairly spot-on for me. Were I looking for a cropped top I’d be disappointed, but as it is I’m pleased as punch!) Then I had a surge of brilliance – I’ve posted here before about my love affair with the Nettie bodysuit from Closet Case Patterns, and one of the things I love most about it is that it provides me with close-fitting knit tops that are un-untuckable. Why couldn’t I just whack the bottom of the Nettie onto the Adrienne, joining the practicality of the bodysuit with the swoony romanticism of the blouse’s sleeves? Both patterns are very simply drafted with similar ease and stretch requirements. Only one thing to do, and that was throw it at the wall and see if it stuck!

Despite the incredibly long incubation time on this idea (I mentioned it for the first time all the way back in January when I was drafting my Pick Nine selections for 2019), once I pulled out the patterns the whole thing came together really quickly! My copy of the Nettie has an inch of length added to the front pattern piece at the lengthen-shorten line (I chose to fold out that extra length from the back piece to try and reduce extra fabric at the small of my back, which has been an issue before), so to make sure I included that I simply lined up the Nettie’s top lengthen-shorten line with the waist notch on the Adrienne. Above that point I traced the Adrienne, below it I traced the waist and hip curve on the Nettie, shifted the pattern pieces a little so the edge lined up with the fold of the fabric, and traced the leg opening with some creative fudging to make up for a little added width through the hips. Same process for the back (while Adrienne uses the same pattern piece front and back, the Nettie has differently shaped pieces to accommodate your crotch and your butt) and I was in business! Since I didn’t change anything about the armscye or neckline of the Adrienne, I could simply use the sleeve and neck binding pattern pieces as drafted, and while the leg opening did end up slightly cattywompus from the original Nettie, Heather very thoughtfully includes in the pattern instructions that the bands (which you self-draft anyway) should be 90% the length of your leg opening, so I just had to do a little measuring.

Cutting it out was simple and mostly notable for how often I had to stop to pet my fabric – I’ve never worked with double-brushed poly before, so I don’t know if it’s all this soft and kitten-like and delicious or if LA Finch Fabrics just has the absolute best DBP in the game. Either way, it’s divine, and I got 1 1/4 yard for a steal of a deal because it was an end-of-bolt piece (so no more for you, sorry, it’s ALL MINE!), which was the perfect amount to cut out my “Adrettie” without any hassle and still have some silky-soft scrappy pieces that I think I can squeeze a panties-and-bralette set out of (#sustainablesewing!!! Use up those scraps!). Construction was likewise simple and straightforward; while I own a serger it hasn’t been threaded in a few years and I have sewn everything from lingerie elastic to swimsuit lycra to chunky sweater knits using the zigzag stitch on my ever-loving Joni, so all I had to do was sit down at my machine and sew. An hour or two later, and it was SLEEVE TIME!!

I’m seriously in love with these sleeves. Paired with my buzz cut, they make me feel like I’m Fantine from Les Mis – and who doesn’t want to go about their daily life feeling like a 19th-century factory worker tragically forced to sell her hair, teeth, and body to support her beloved but illegitimate daughter by a man who took advantage of her and then abandoned her to a life of poverty??? (Fantine is one of my dream roles, y’all. I dreamed a dreeeeam in time gone byyyyy…)

Okay maybe that’s just me.

I’m slightly less in love with how far down the cut of the leg opening falls in the front – the back coverage is perfect, and one of the reasons I love the drafting of the Nettie so much, but I might go back in and carve out some of the side and front so the band sits more comfortably in the crease between my thigh and my pelvis.

I paired Adrettie with some Old Navy shorteralls, and while I’m liking the effect I’m not a huge fan of the blue-on-blue – I love a good dress-like-a-crayon moment, but I prefer a little more dynamism and contrast between shades. Still, I wore the ensemble out to a friend’s birthday and really enjoyed it, so I think the answer is clear: I need to make more Adretties to wear with my blue denim shorteralls, and I need to make some other shorteralls (and full-length overalls for the colder weather) that I can wear with this blue one! I’ve got a pair of golden-yellow thrifted jeans that I was thinking of refashioning/altering, and while they were intended to become another pair of better-fitting pants, I’m sorely tempted to chop off the legs and use the extra fabric for straps and a bib… we shall see! I also think the sleeves would look darling under a pinafore, especially as the fall weather begins to make layering more of an option again. And then of course there’s the high-waisted pants and skirts I originally envisioned this hack with!

Gratuitous cat pic!

One thing I will be doing, though, is going back and opening the crotch seam to add snaps – all this talk of layering something that I have to take off in its entirety to go to the bathroom is giving me the cold sweats, and the thought of sitting on a toilet shivering as the weather gets colder does not appeal! The mood for this autumn is dress smarter, not harder, y’all.

We Love A Statement Sleeve I can't quite believe it's nearly October - where did the summer go? And on top of that, where did September go??

#Adrettie #Adrienne Blouse #Closet Case Patterns #double-brushed poly #fall sewing #fall wardrobe #Friday Pattern Company #Instagram challenge #LA Finch Fabrics #make nine 2019 #make nine challenge #Nettie bodysuit #pattern mashup #sewcialmashup

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unlikely-master-attendent · 5 years

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Ruffled Skirts

Fandom: Food Fantasy

Pairing: Salad/Escargot, background Red Wine/Steak

Characters: Salad, Yogurt, Red Wine, Escargot, Steak (Mentioned)

Word Count: 3,256 Words

Warnings: They/Them pronounon usage, mild swearing

There was nothing special about that day. The sun was up as morning dew lazily dripped off bowed leaves and nourished the greenery below. The slow crawl of daylight roused the various food souls who had taken up residence in their Master Attendant's growing establishment as empty halls began to fill with footsteps and raised voices floated through thin walls.

"Does anybody know where my pot-"

"Good morning!"

"-find you in there one more time I swear-"

"Is Master Attendant up?"

"Well, they've been work-"

"Oh dear, you look-"

"-tell you where you can shove that nasty ass fucking pipe-"

Salad blinked into awareness with the sound of a typical morning rousing the young Food Soul. A small smile stretched across their face as they basked in the light that dropped across their bed. Snuggling under their covers, Salad let a giddy grin spread as their mind wandered off.

They had a date with Escargot today! Kind, sensitive and reliable Escargot.

Trying and failing to suppress the excited squeal that came with the thought, Salad clutched their sheets closer to their chest feeling like a lovestruck school child. It was like a dream come true, spending a whole day with their crush. Master Attendant had even let them take the day off after catching wind of new love blooming between them.

A soft melody that was tapped against their door made their eyes snapped open, and they scrambled to their feet to greet their waiting guest.

Red Wine stood by the door, an impassive frown on his face as he regarded Salad's state of disarray. "I see the brute's non-existent clothing sense has infected you too." He scorned, his face twisting into a pained grimace at the baggy shirt that brushed against their thighs.

Looking down at their attire, Salad frowned and picked at the helm of the fabric. "What's wrong with this? It's comfortable." The unspoken follow up rang loud and clear within their words. It makes me feel like me. "Besides, I wasn't going to wear this today…"

Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Red Wine pushed his way past Salad and into their room, making a beeline for the small closet. "No child of mine is going on their first ever date looking like that." He groused, digging through the few clothes tucked away into the storage space. "If you're planning to keep him, appearances are everything. You won't even woo a Fallen in that dreadful attire. How do you think I even kept that muscle head around?"

Shuffling over to their bed, Salad pulled out the basket and sat in it sullenly. They didn't really know what they were feeling, if it was shame for their mediocre clothing or if it was gratefulness for Red Wine taking the time to fuss over them. Either way, they began to rearrange the various produce in the basket while Red Wine raided their wardrobe.

Their usual outfit was put to the side, something Salad was okay with. They wanted to wear something special for the occasion and their regular work clothes wouldn't cut it. A navy pleated skirt joined the reject pile and Salad tried not to be upset that Red Wine dismissed their favorite skirt. The sweater vests joined the pile and the dress pants followed soon after. The maxi skirt that Miso Soup had gotten them one year as a gag gift was considered very briefly before it was tossed aside.

Not five minutes had passed before the other let out a frustrated growl and shut the wardrobe doors. "Come." He commanded, catching Salad's slender wrist in a gentle but firm grip.

"H-huh?!" They squeaked, suddenly yanked to their feet. Salad knew that Red Wine was strong, he could hold his own against the resident beefcake Steak for Terra's sake, but the ease that the older Food Soul had hauled them up was still surprising. Unceremoniously dragged through the halls, Salad tried many times to tug their wrist out of Red Wine's iron grasp to no avail. Soon enough, they gave up and focused on not tripping over their bare feet. That would be embarrassing.

Stopping outside one of the doors, Red Wine glanced backward and the small act made Salad smile slightly and shrugged back at him. Gloved hands rapped against the wood and the two hardly had to wait before the door was opened gently.

Yogurt's smiling face greeted them and her eyes positively lit up when they landed on Salad. "Oh! Come in, come in!" She ushered the pair into the room, closing the door behind them. "It's wonderful to see you two. I suspected that Red Wine wouldn't find anything that was to his tastes in your wardrobe." Giggling at the thought, Yogurt threw open her own closet revealing the plethora of crop tops, maxi skirts, floor-length dresses and more fabric than Salad had ever seen in their immortal life. "We're about the same size so grab whatever."

Crossing his arms with a scowl, Red Wine jerked his chin in Yogurt's direction, startling Salad from their wonder. "Go pick something that you like." He urged.

Biting their supple lip, Salad made slow steps towards the forest of clothing as Yogurt stood beside it like the gatekeeper. Gracing her best friend with a warm smile, she picked out a simple violet crop top and ruffled skirt combo, holding them out to Salad as if they were a wild animal in need of calming down.

Tentatively running their fingers over the soft fabric, Salad gasped at the sensations that flooded their senses. The discreet patterning on the top felt solid and warm but the material itself was light and breathable. A giddy smile overtook them as they cradled the clothing in their arms and it felt like it belonged there.

"Try them on!" Yogurt prompted, her smile a mile wide but it faltered at Salads hesitance. "We can turn around if that makes you more comfortable." She offered, already walking back towards the other side of the room.

"Thanks." Salad smiled turning around as well. Gripping the helm of their nightshirt, they hesitated slightly. Was this really the best idea? Before their doubts could get the better of them, Salad slipped the skirt off the hanger and examined it. The checkered earthen colors made them think of their own pair of shorts and smiled, but what surprised them the most was the shorts hidden amongst the ruffles, intended to protect the wearer against any douchebags hoping to sneak a peak. The material felt snug around their hips and thighs but when they spun gently on the spot, the skirt lifted up and fanned out around them and Salad had to bite their lip to stop the tears. They felt beautiful with the skirt and they felt reluctant to even take it off.

Shucking their shirt off was easier than before and the crop top replaced the worn clothing. Frills along the trim bounced with every movement they made and it was cut in such a way that it showed off their bare shoulders. The material floated around their body, keeping their figure relatively androgynous while giving a small feminine flair. Giggling with unbridled joy at the outfit, Salad spun around, another dose of giddiness running through them when the fabric fluttered around their frame.

Yogurt was the first to turn around, gasping in excitement and clapping her hands. "Oh, you look so cute! Red Wine, Red Wine, look! Doesn't Salad look adorable? Oh, you're growing up so fast!!"

"Well, they are my child, after all." Red Wine scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'd hope that they'd at least be able to pull this off."

"You adopted me last month." Salad deadpanned, letting Yogurt fuss over the clothes. "We're not even related."

"The time and blood are irrelevant." He brushed off, regarding them with a softer gaze. "It only matters that I'm your father and you're my child. Salad flushed at the statement, quickly turning to hide their red face

"And Steak's the second father, right?" Yogurt popped up from behind Salad, tugging the sleeves down slightly and shifting the skirt around. "Being a single dad's pretty hard. When are you going to ask him out? Everyone already knows that you two are banging anyways. What's the harm? Even baby Salad here had the guts to ask Escargot out and bagged a date!"

"I'm not a baby!" Salad cried at the same time Red Wine sputtered, face flushing a shade not too dissimilar to his namesake.

"My love life is nothing of your concern." He hissed, holding himself up defensively. "Besides, you would have been in the same boat if you had won the lawsuit, no? A single mother life is much harder than a single father's or so I've heard."

Yogurt rolled her eyes and leaned back to inspect her work before rummaging through the wardrobe again. "It wasn't a real lawsuit. Master Attendant just picked who they thought would be the better parent. And at least I would have asked for help." She shot back. "You're head's so stuck up your ass that you would've fathered poor Salad alone if it weren't for Gingerbread bashing some sense into you." Ignoring Red Wine's protest, Yogurt reemerged from the closet holding a pair of boots nearly identical to their own and knee-high socks. "Try these on. They'll match the outfit."

"I think you just murdered my new dad." Salad hissed, taking the clothing. Red Wine choked in the background and Yogurt burst out laughing. The socks felt sheer and lightweight in their hands while the boots were surprisingly familiar. But considering that their current footwear came from the same source, it wasn't all that surprising. "Now what will I tell Steak?! I can't just tell him that his boy toy died because you sassed him and I called him dad!"

On the floor dying of laughter, Yogurt wheezed out an ugly cough as Red Wine looked less vampiric and more sunburnt with the amount of blood rushing to his face. Nonchalantly pulling the socks up, Salad looked back quizzically. "What?" They huffed, wiggling his toes around the new fabric. Feeling aside it was exactly the same as their current pair but it made them feel lighter. Perhaps it was the sheer material that created that feeling.

"Being referred to as Steak's boy toy was highly insulting. For the record, however, it would be more accurate to say that Steak is my boy toy. He's the bitch in the relationship anyway." Red Wine sniffed. His statement was met with a snort and a very loud gasp that drowned everything else out.

"Don't swear in front of a child!!" Yogurt cried, scrambling to cover Salad's ears with a scandalized look on her face. "We didn't need to know about your kinky exploits and how Steak's actually a bottom! Or a verse. Whatever."

Salad rolled their eyes and pried Yogurts hands off their ears. "I'm not a child." They reiterated, slipping on the pair of boots. Standing up, they yelped and pitched forwards, hands windmilling to keep their balance. Yogurt laughed and helped Salad balance and they shot her a wounded look. "What are these?!" They whined, kicking a foot up. The sole of the boot was perfectly normal, a shade darker than the synthetic dyed leather but the heel was raised above the rest. Yogurt had given Salad high-fucking-heeled boots. Damn her.

Sighing, Red Wine offered his hands to Salad with they took gratefully. Stumbling around the room like a newborn fawn, they walked a few laps before shakily clopping around by themselves. They were quick to pick up the art of walking on heels and was soon marveling at how much taller they were.

Laughing, they spun around and beamed at Red Wine, tears gathering at the edges of their eyes. "Thank you so much." They whispered, voice watery with emotion.

Red Wine sighed and placed a hand on their shoulder. "It's only natural for a parent to want the best for their child. Your happiness is nothing to thank me for." He dropped a soft kiss onto their head and smiled. "You look stunning."

Holding back their tears, Salad nodded and wrapped their arms around Red Wine's slender waist, burying his head into the darkening and damp fabric. "Thanks, Dad." They chuckled when Red Wine flinched at the title before they felt arms wrap around their back.

It felt nice to be hugged. Of course, they've been hugged before, their previous Master Attendant had a very tactile way of showing his affection and Yogurt gave amazing hugs too. It was just something about being nestled between arms that have protected others for millennia that made them feel safe.

A shriek of excitement made Salad jump and stumble with the unfamiliar shoes but Red Wine simply tightened his hold and drew them closer as he gave Yogurt a venomous glare. "Sorry!" She whispered unapologetically and Salad wiggled around until they were facing Yogurt but still encompassed by Red Wine's arms. They leaned back into the embrace and a silly grin crossed their face when they received a light squeeze in response.

They gasped when they took a good look at what Yogurt was holding.

The dress was long, the helm swaying in the air with translucent satin and silk pooling around the floor. The sleeves dangled down, tapering into an odd triangle while the neckline was high and designed to fit snugly around the neck. It looked stunning, the pearlescent cloth shimmering slightly under artificial light. Smoothing down the material, Yogurt grinned at Salad and turned the dress around, displaying how the fabric parted after the waist, fanning out with the intention of showing off and accenting the wearer's legs. Embroidered ivory swept and curled on the dress, flowing smoothly from helm to helm carrying with it a faint vanilla scent.

"Oh." They whispered, eyes drawn to the dress like a moth to light. And in a sense, they were. Salad could almost feel the satin brushing against their calves and the light pressure against their throat and they felt the excitement begin to build in them again.

"I thought I still had this lying around." Yogurt triumphantly thrusting the clothing towards Salad with a broad but no less encouraging grin spread across her face. "This will probably look better under the crop top but it'll definitely make you look beautiful. Escargot's jaw is going to hit the floor!" With a giggle, Yogurt gently extracted Salad from Red Wine's hug and proceeded to measure the dress against their body, blissfully ignoring the annoyed huff Red Wine sent her way.

The high heeled boots gave Salad an extra inch, which allowed the dress to end comfortably at their ankles. When Yogurt was satisfied that her dress would fit her ward, she gave them the dress and a pat on the back before pushing Red Wine to the corner of the room. Hearing their parental figure's squabbling made Salad giggle as they held the soft material gingerly and turned around.

Now that they had the time to closely examine the dress, Salad found a zipper, cleverly hidden on the back by fabric that seemed to disappear once it covered its secret. The zipper went down without any resistance and Salad timidly stepped into it, pulling the fabric up to their waist. It felt like a second skirt, resting neatly over the checkered one they were already wearing. The crop top was thrown off and the rest of the dress was hastily pulled up as Salad shoved their arms through the designated holes. The material was surprisingly opaque despite its breathability, covering everything that Salad never wanted the world to know.

Reaching back, Salad fumbled with the zipper and fruitlessly pulled up. When they realized that their arm simply wouldn't bend the way they needed it to, Salad sighed and tried to twist around so that they could see Yogurt out of the corner of their eye.

"Yogurt?" They called, wincing as their back protested against the movement. "Can you uh… help me?"

There was a flurry of footsteps as Salad realigned their spine into a better position and felt the fabric tightening around their stomach before moving up to their chest and finally stopping after their neck was kept in a vice-like hold.

Salad was so focused on trying to re-learn how to breathe properly again that Red Wine's instructions to raise their arms didn't register and their hands went up involuntary. The crop top was tugged on gently and Salad blinked, their arms falling to their side. With a glance down, Salad could see how the top hung from their shoulders, violet curtains obscuring their chest.

Lifting their arms up to twist around and observe themselves, Salad giggled and beamed up at Red Wine. "Thanks!"

Red Wine waved the praise off, stepping back to let Yogurt put her final touches into Salad's outfit. A brief moment was allotted to dust a faint layer of makeup on to their face, nothing too outlandish just simple eyeliner and lip gloss, but having the makeup on made them feel like that could slay any fallen angel with a well-placed smile and wink. The confidence carried through even when it was time for them to head downstairs to meet Escargot. Stairs turned out to be a little bit of a struggle but Salad had never been more thankful for the rail that Master Attendant had decided to install.

The moment they stepped into the restaurant proper and let the voices of the many patrons wash over them, their confidence evaporated and suddenly Salad wanted nothing more than to bolt back up the stairs.

"Oh, I knew this would be a bad idea…” They whispered, worry making them clutch the helm of the skirt. “Why did I let Yogurt put me in this? What if Escargot hates it?” They dropped their hands in favor of wringing it in the air.

"Salad?" An exhausted voice asked from beside them and Salad squeaked, jumping slightly as they tentatively looked to the side.

Escargot was sitting on the two-person table beside them, head rested on a pillow and smiling gently up at them. Sitting up, Escargot yawned before it died in his throat, eyes transfixed upon Salad. They could feel his gaze traveling over their body, drinking in the sight of their new attire. The attention made Salad nervous, their hands involuntary going back to their skirt helm.

"D-do you like it?" They stammered after a long moment of silence, finding an old coffee stain on the wall suddenly very interesting.

Escargot startled but his reply was instantaneous and delivered with a warm smile. "I love it." He whispered, standing up to gently pry their hands away from the fabric. "You look amazing." And in a move that Salad thought had disappeared from modern culture, Escargot kneeled in front of them and gently kissed the back of their hand, showering each knuckle with attention.

Salad managed to laugh out his name, the ugly hiccup in their voice making their blush even darker. They couldn't help the elated smile that blossomed, covering it fruitlessly with the other hand. Escargot simply smiled, adoration sparkling brightly in his calm eyes as he stood up and tucked his pillow under an arm. "You ready?" He asked, gently squeezing their connected hands.

Nodding enthusiastically, Salad felt the earlier tension melt away from their body as they squeezed back. "Lead the way." They giggled, lightly swinging their arms.

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Dress Style For Chubby Lady

A. Latest Dresses for Chubby Lady – 25 Styles To Get Inspired

According to statistics, an average of 68% of women fall into the plus size category and face challenges when buying clothes! In countries like India, it is common for women to consider their appearance due to the lack of confidence and the lack of suitable clothing options. Fortunately, this is a thing of the past! Today, the dress segment for fat women is growing well in the fashion market. If you have a body taller than the average figure of an Indian and are struggling to find the right clothes, we guarantee that this is the right place! The article has an incredible collection of different types of dresses tailored for plump and curvy bodies that include underwear and warm clothing. Ready for a makeover? Then scroll down to get inspired!

Here are some options suitable for fat women to keep them looking and being worn.

1. Designer dresses for large sizes

When it comes to wearing dresses, there are a variety of silhouettes that you can try on, such as: B. this draped shoulder dress. The outfit is made of a light nude pink fabric with ornate details on the front. Choosing this style will allow you to cover your waist and heavy chest while placing your arms and shoulders in the spotlight.

Occasion: prom nights, social gatherings

Style tip: pin your hair up in a beautiful French bun to look graceful.

2. Wedding dress

Looking for a dream wedding dress for your body? If you’re still following traditional A-lines, it’s time to try this fish dress. The structured silhouette is perfectly adjusted for an appearance that embraces the figure. It is ideal for women with hourglass figurines and the clever construction of this piece hides your body and makes you look toned.

Occasion: Christian Weddings

Style tip: opt for curly locks with diamond jewelry.

3. Beach dresses

If you are worried about wearing a bikini on the beach, you can try this glamor dress. With the airy fabric, you can play and have fun in the water without looking too heavy. With ties you can easily remove the dress at any time. You can try funky prints in bright colors to bring out the coastal climate.

Occasion: Beachwear

Style tip: wear a straw hat with a pair of slippers to look stylish.

4. One-piece dress

If you can’t love your own body, who else? So, don’t leave the opportunity to reveal your best side by choosing a one-piece suit. The asymmetrical hem with split neckline is exactly what you need to show your confidence. You can try it on the beach, at pool parties or even while hugging your partner.

Occasion: pools, intimate moments

Style tip: make beach curls to show your sensuality.

5. Party dress

When you’re ready for the party like never before, don’t let the dress get in the way! Instead of these boring and crowded dresses, choose something comfortable and sassy at the same time. Here is a knee-length prom dress designed with delicate black lace. The off-the-shoulder neckline with short sleeves highlights its upper part, while the masonry belt gives it a beautiful shape.

Occasion: cocktails

Style tip: wear chandelier earrings and high heels to complete your look.

6. Cigarette pants

Now you can try the retro look with a pair of cigarette pants. Well-made pants can display and accentuate the big curves. Medium-waisted pants give your waist a slimmer look and improve shape. If you choose dark tones and bold prints, you can experiment with how they look. Pair it with a cute top and you’re ready to rock the world.

Occasion: casual outings, office clothes on Friday

Style tip: wear this outfit with a pair of high heels for a ramp-ready look.

7. Wide leg pants

Just because you’re fat doesn’t mean you can’t wear baggy pants. They are very comfortable and designed to hide those big thighs. You can combine it with different tops that are preferably tight to show an airy look. The wide leg creates a balanced look and even makes you look structured.

Occasion: trips, excursions and Sunday brunch

Style tip: wear a tight sleeveless top in a contrasting color.

8. Sweatshirt dress

Sweater dresses are a must in the winter. They hug your body, beautify your curves and keep you warm in season. Instead of choosing a thick woolen fabric, keep it light and elegant. Choose a combination of light and dark colors to hide your bulky waist. Wear the right lingerie under this dress to look beautiful.

Occasion: night trips, shopping trips

Style tip: wear with thin leggings to highlight those beautiful legs.

9. Lace overalls

You will be warm, but still subtle with this lace jumpsuit that will give you a beautiful hide and seek effect. This is great for a date night and will make you feel like an elf in disguise. Black and white are the most popular jumpsuit options and can be worn day or night just by changing your style. Combine it with pants and girls, you’re sure to attract attention.

Occasion: appointments, weekend parties

Style tip: wear a gorgeous sequined blazer to rock at the disco party!

10. Cold shoulders

If you have those shoulders, you will show off! Cold shoulders are the latest trend in large sizes. They’re cool, chic and look great on broad shoulders. It offers the right coverage for your heavy neckline, but makes you want to show off some skin. There are several options to choose from, including tops and dresses that reveal different areas of your arms. Try to woo the crowd!

Occasion: evening parties, social gatherings

Style tip: choose a long layered necklace in this dress for a fantastic look.

11. Tight pants and jeans

If you can’t find tight fitting pants, tailor them, but try to use only darker colors. Straight leg jeans look great on all body types. Avoid talented pants like the bell bottom, which can add unnecessary volume to your body. Use a belly shaper on the inside and a printed T-shirt on the outside for that cool girl look.

Occasion: casual trips, colleges and shopping trips

Style tip: use brightly colored pumps to highlight your lower body.

12. Shapely T-shirts

For body types with pears and apples, it is always advisable to pay attention to the shoulders, arms and chest. So instead of tight T-shirts, wear one with a few cuts so that the shape of your upper body looks attractive and your focus is shifted from your lower body. Here is such a chic top in zebra stripes with shoulder freedom on one side.

Occasion: weekend brunch, occasional excursions

Style tip: use with dark jeans to define these curves.

13. Complete cardigans

Adding a wool coat to your wardrobe serves many purposes. You can use it to layer your clothes or to keep warm in the coldest weather. These clothes hide the width of your body and make you look smaller. Also, choose to shrug your shoulders that are open at the front and have no buttons to prevent this clogging sensation. Asymmetrical shrugging looks comfortable on large women compared to coats of uniform length.

Occasion: work clothes, leisure travel

Style tip: add a statement necklace under an open wool coat for the feminine glam look.

14. Try to lower your neck

No, dear ones, we want you to be openly exposed, but a little glimpse of the perfect neckline of a flat or buttoned shirt never hurts. The collar bones also look great with a drooping neck and are a great distraction to distract attention from other parts of the body. Avoid using boat necks as they emphasize width and choose the right neckline for your body type instead.

Occasion: casual, daily use

Style tip: equip a simple top with modern jewelry.

15. Medium length skirts / dresses

If you have bigger thighs, choose knee length skirts instead of miniskirts. This is the area where your leg width is minimal. This really helps to disguise the thighs and draws attention to the relatively thinner areas of the legs. When choosing your dress, choose a medium or high waist to cover your belly. Invest in a good pair of shoes to stay sophisticated.

Occasion: office attire, formal meetings

Style tip: wear a striped shirt vertically and tuck inside.

16. Simple tops for heavy bust

If you have a heavier chest and want to divert your attention from it, wear loose clothing, no frills and embellishments. The rule of thumb is to keep your chest line free of weight and stay as organized as possible. Wear funky pants, patterned leggings, and boots to draw attention to your relatively thinner waist, hips, and legs.

Occasion: evening parties, evening events

Style tip: shoes play an important role in these clothes. So make sure you’re doing everything right.

17. Twisted front dress

As the name suggests, this dress has a pre-sewn twisted knot on the front for a more tight-fitting dress. It also makes your belly look flattered, as layers of fabric in the front act like good camouflage. This is a good strategy, especially when looking for suitable clothing for women on the positive side.

Occasion: appointments, evening parties

Style tip: opt for an elegant hairstyle that matches the theme of the outfit.

18. Empire waist dress

This type of waist hides the bulge in your belly and makes you look smaller than you really are. Just follow the knee length rule. These dresses emphasize the chest region. A great choice for apple and pear shaped body types. The maximum fit / tailoring of such dresses is below the chest and not at the actual waist. Choose an outfit with darker colors for a more elegant illusory feel.

Occasion: Cocktails

Style tip: drop the necklace and wear stylish earrings.

19. Maxi dresses

These dresses are just above the ankle and below the knee. In general, they have a fit that is neither fair nor too wide. You can add a little definition at the waist by adding a belt. Alternatively, a deep neckline would draw attention to your neck and divert attention from your waist, hips and thighs. Make sure to choose a fabric like georgette or chiffon.

Occasion: meetings, romantic dinners

Style tip: wear a pair of high heels to look tall and be safe.

20. Dark tones of the pants

If you have thick hips and a tight waist, it is better to choose darker pants with a regular cut, rather than a narrow fit. Also, choose a normal waist instead of low-waist pants. Dark colors tend to hide the heavy buttocks and thigh areas. Also use a darker belt to keep your focus on your upper body while keeping your bottom half looking smooth. You can wear a lighter shirt / top, in pastel or neon colors.

Occasion: office and formal meetings

Style tip: invest in a blazer to match those pants.

21. Choose your standards wisely

Floral print dresses are great for spring and tall women. Choosing the right background color and print size is very important to get the look you want. If you particularly like big flowers, keep the dress short. For maxis, choose small prints for a beautiful look.

Occasion: day trips, casual clothes

Style tip: get the vintage vibe by choosing hair combed to the side with a flower.

22. Vertical stripes

If you are a fan of striped dresses / formal shirts, opt for vertical or diagonal stripes instead of horizontal stripes. Vertical stripes create the illusion of a thinner and taller body. Using horizontal stripes would expand your appearance and make you look robust. This trick can be used when buying shirts, tops, pants, as well as one-piece dresses. Combine it with a solid top or a T-shirt for an elegant look.

Occasion: casual outings, college outfits

Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.

23. Fabric gathered at the waist

Occasion: casual outings, college outfits

Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.

24. Baggy shirts

It looks cool with dark pants, jeans and skater skirts. Tight clothes can accentuate your sagging, which is unattractive. You definitely don’t want to show off your love handles, do you? A wide shirt, on the other hand, looks more comfortable for large women. However, make sure you choose the right size for the desired amount of fabric that will flow through your body.

Occasion: occasional travel

Style tip: Avoid wearing flashy accessories around the neckline, as this can add weight.

25. What kind of dresses are suitable for plus size women?

The first step in choosing a suitable dress is to identify your body type and the areas where fat deposits are high. By following these simple tricks, you can hide unwanted parts of your body and get a flattering figure:

Choose dark colors like black, navy blue and dark brown that will make the body thinner.

Dark, pre-washed jeans look amazing on your characters. Opt for adjustments that involve the figure and choose a medium increase for comfort and style.

Maxi dresses are another great option to try. Try to choose a flowing fabric that gives you a more elegant look and play with the patterns to trick the eyes.

A-line skirts and dresses are your new best friends and will never fail you. They balance your body proportions and define your curves.

Dressed dresses and tunics are particularly recommended for large women, as they create an hourglass-like figure by lowering the waist.

Comfortable and stylish dresses for trendy fat women

26. Style tips for big women

Continuing the section above, we will also discuss some style tips that will take your clothing game to the next level:

Always try on the dress before taking it home. Make sure that the fit is correct and that there are no spills. Invest in a good lingerie that creates an abdominoplasty effect. These clothes also give your breasts good support and glorify your body. For a look that matches, use a belt that is not too wide. You can opt for adjustable models that adapt to all sizes. When printing, choose vertical lines that will make you look taller and slimmer than your real figure. Pay attention to the proportions of your body and do not hesitate to highlight the line of the chest, legs and arms.

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Hi Eve! If it's not too much trouble i would like to ask you question number 15, number 25 and number 83! haha Have a nice day! Love, Nathalie

heyyy !! it’s not trouble at all, i’m still waking up kind of.

15. What is your style?

hahaha god i’m going to sound like an idiot because i can’t exactly describe it. i’d say i wear stuff that i love and which is usually somehow in fashion, as in it’s not extreme or over-the-top, but it’s probably not what most people wear every day. for example i hardly ever wear jeans or trousers in general. most times it’s skirts and dresses, i like everything high waisted, baggy sweaters and sweatshirts tucked in or cropped, shoes with chunky heels, either ankles boots or moccasins (this appears to be the right spelling? haha i find it weird), sometimes a pair of sneakers. when i was skinnier i’d be in shorts and tights most of the time but i don’t really love the way i look in shorts anymore... anywayyyy. mostly neutral colours, but i do love statement outerwear and a few fancy bags. also hats !! love them. in winter my fashion is most powerful i’d say.

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

mmmm i’d say a trip somewhere really far and cool. like completely immersing myself in a different culture, different climate, different timezone, just being somewhere completely new. i haven’t done it because it’s expensive and i’m not sure if someone would come with me, but i definitely want to make up for it, soon enough !! i’m young enough and old enough to actually do it, i feel.

83. Do you like when people play with your hair?

fuckkkk i love it. i have shivers just thinking about it. i mean of course it’s kind of intimate, i don’t really appreciate a stranger touching my hair, but if we’re close enough and you start playing with my hair i’ll probably start purring.

have a lovely day ♥︎

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What to Wear in Italy: Packing List 2019 and 15 Outfit Ideas Outfit Trends - Ideas How to Wear & What to Wear

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What to Wear in Italy: Packing List 2019 and 15 Outfit Ideas

What to wear in Italy. Choosing your outfits when traveling to Italy does not have to be a hassle nor does it need to be overwhelming! In this article, we have you covered on all things wardrobe so you can make the most of your Italian travels. With outfit ideas, packing tips, and wardrobe pointers, say goodbye to packing stress and hello to your best vacation ever!

Italy is definitely a dream destination and we’ll help you look dreamy too!

How To Pack For Italy Trip

Let’s start with some Packing Tips:

Most tried-and-true travelers will recommend that you pack super light when going abroad in order to save space for the inevitable souvenirs you will pick up. So bear that in mind when you are planning your Italy travel wear.

You can either opt for a capsule wardrobe to optimize luggage space or if you are only staying a short while, a more extensive, fashion-conscious wardrobe.

The season will also determine what you end up packing. Italy is apparently quite hot during the summer, especially during July and August, so if you are going during the summer months, make sure you pack light, breathable clothing.

↓ 15 – How to Choose a Capsule Wardrobe When Packing For Italy Trip

The rule of thumb for creating a capsule wardrobe is designing a wardrobe where every piece works with each other. Some people choose a 37-piece limit; others 50. You will also want to stick to a basic color scheme.

Depending on how long you will be traveling determines how many pieces you ultimately bring along with you, but here are 10 pieces we think are absolutely essential:

Two dresses (choose colors and a cut that complement your complexion and figure, as well as can be dressed up or dressed down according to the occasion)

Trousers and/or jeans

Long-sleeved shirt

Sweater/Cardigan if traveling in Fall/Winter

Shorts

Blouse

Tee shirts

Underclothes

Well-fitting, classic jacket

Jumpsuit

A Versatile Skirt that you can pair with any shirt

One pair of sneakers/walking shoes and neutral heels that can be paired with any outfit

Accessories are separate, but there is no need to go overboard. Opt for a few main accessories that match your clothing, and keep in mind that you’ll probably be doing a lot of walking and exploring when choosing your footwear.

↓ 14 – How To Fit In When Visiting Italy

A classic trend you may see a lot of in Italy is tucked-in shirts. It’s a simple trick to give you a slightly more European look. With this ensemble, pair a light blue button-down shirt with a well-fitting, patterned mini skirt. Tuck it in and, if you really want to seal your immersion in the Italian culture, add a belt to the outfit! Italians love a good belt.

To finish this look off, opt for a pair of oversized sunglasses, a trend-setting purse, and some stylish boots.

Pro Tip: If you are going to be doing a lot of walking (and let’s face it – you probably will) remember that many of the streets are cobblestoned and roughly paved. Avoid delicate shoes like espadrilles or TOMs and, if in doubt, opt for boating shoes or stylish sneakers.

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↓ 13 – Street Style in Italy

This look is perfect for a breezy summer day walking the streets. If it’s just too hot, you can switch out the jeans for shorts, but we love how the more skin-revealing top is matched with these high-waisted, wide leg jeans. Distressed hems and stylish sneakers bring the look home.

Also, can we talk about this super cute off-the-shoulder blouse? Not only does it make for the perfect top to achieve some summer-ready sunkissed shoulders, but it also reminds us of that classic I Love Lucy episode where Lucy goes off on a grape-stomping adventure at an Italian winery, donning a lovely if not somewhat touristy style dress in order to imitate the local women. Happily, we can say pretty confidently that no one will be looking at you twice in this ensemble, as you will be fitting right in – no Lucy to see here!

Pro Tip: It goes without saying that heat-conscious clothing is a must if you are traveling to Italy during the summer months. Linen and cotton are your best bet, so keep this in mind when picking your outfits.

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↓ 12 – Tuscany Sightseeing Tour Outfit

Tuscany is another must-see destination and most people choose to do a one-day tour of Tuscany during their visit to Italy. It’s most popular for its fields of flowers, vineyards, medieval towers and the leaning tower of Pisa. We recommend going for a neutral outfit for this trip, for example, a black dress or a white tee with jeans. If you want to go for something printed, we recommend stripes since they’ll look great in Tuscan pictures. Especially if you’re taking the day trip, you would want to choose something simple and fuss-free. Have a look at the Tuscan images below to get some ideas:

↓ 11 – Outfit For Venice Boat Ride

For most visitors or tourists, the boat ride in Venice is one of the highlights of their trips. It’s such a peaceful and romantic experience and of course, it’s where you get the best pictures of your trip. So obviously you need to wear something that will look good in that background. We highly recommend going for something flowery and flowy, like a floral maxi dress. If you’re not a fan of floral prints, go for a solid colored dress instead but make sure that you choose a bright color like red or orange because you want to stand out in the water and not blend in with the background.

↓ 10 – Perfect Outfit for Summers

Summer is that much coveted time where Italy’s ladies bust out the heels, so make sure you have at least one sturdy but fashionable pair to bring along with you. We love these open-toed booties that would match well with nearly any outfit.

Start with a boldly striped tank and tuck into a brightly colored pair of shorts. Don’t forget accessories. Oversized earrings like these flower cutouts will really draw the eye to your face. This is a great look for going out to lunch or grabbing some gelato!

Pro Tip: Bring pieces that you can mix-and-match and make multiple outfits with. Remember, you want to optimize your luggage space. These three pieces can be worn in a variety of ways, which should be your goal for everything you pack.

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↓ 9 – What to Wear in Italy to NOT Look Like a Tourist

Everybody wants to look like they fit in, especially when traveling to a new place. The truth is, you probably will stick out a little – and hey, that’s totally okay. However, there are a few things to keep in mind if you want to avoid looking like a massive tourist:

Opt for fitted, tailored clothing whenever possible. Italians are big on tailoring.

As previously mentioned, tuck your shirt into your trousers. It’s a thing.

Avoid flip-flops and Converse. Opt for flat sneakers, loafers, or a similar stylish walking shoe.

Don’t wear too-short shorts.

Say no to yoga pants, crop tops, and fanny packs. Those will stick out like a sore thumb.

For this outfit, tuck a vertically striped cap sleeve top into a pair of white wide-legged pants. Throw on a matching pair of loafers and let your hair loose. It’s a simple, well-fitting look that will have you totally fitting in!

Bonus: Peep the stylish guy look for your significant other!

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↓ 8 – Dinner Attire

For a European-inspired look, check out this gorgeous ensemble. Knot a satin, cream-colored top at your waist and pair with some white corduroy pants. Roll your sleeves to your elbows and tie your hair at the nape of your neck. This is a lovely evening look for when you are heading out to dinner or taking a boat ride through the canals of Venice.

Pro Tip: When accessorizing, you can’t go wrong with Aviator Ray-Bans (apparently you can buy them on any street corner in Italy for super cheap so take advantage!) and a scarf.

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↓ 7 – Beautiful Summer Evening Look

A trip to Italy would not be complete without bringing at least one or two dresses in your suitcase. And this lovely red dress is perfect for any occasion, especially when going out in the evening. This dress works well for summer or spring and can be worn with a hat and sunglasses for optimum style.

Pro Tip: In order to be allowed in a church or cathedral your shoulders must be covered. So keep a scarf in your purse so that you are always prepared! Also keep in mind that if you are wearing a skirt or dress, the hem must fall to the knee or below it and you can’t wear shorts. Otherwise, you can wear jeans or long trousers.

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Nordstrom Straw Boater Hat $49

Gucci Aviator Sunglasses $420

↓ 6 – The Right Outfit To Explore Italy

While we recommend slightly more durable footwear when pounding those Italian streets, we cannot get over how cute this look is! Jumpsuits are stylish and versatile and can be worn so many different ways for just as many occasions! For this look, pair a well-fitting jumpsuit with a hat and simple accessories. This is a great ensemble for warmer days.

Pro Tip: A neutral-colored jumpsuit can replace one of the dresses in your capsule wardrobe and can be dressed up or down according to the occasion. Remember to pop a scarf or light cardigan over your shoulders when visiting a cathedral or church. (And yes, that includes the Vatican!)

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↓ 5 – Italy During the Fall

With fall comes slightly cooler weather so if you are traveling during the later months of the year, this is the perfect opportunity for you to bust out the sweater, long-sleeved top or blouse. This look is light and airy, well-fitted and perfect for a lunch out dining on Italian fare. This look also works for touring different spots.

We love this pale blue bell-sleeved blouse paired with white jeans folded at the hem. (Bare ankles are a thing, you watch and see!) Accessorize with a paisley scarf and stud earrings. Opt for some street-chic boots like this neutral colored pair.

Pro Tip: Make sure your scarf matches the rest of your wardrobe, capsule or no. That way you can pair it with more than one outfit!

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Nordstrom Swarovski Crystal Pearl Logo Stud Earrings $78

↓ 4 – Simple and Classic Outfit to Wear For Sightseeing in Italy

You might just want to consider packing a pair of white skinny jeans as they feature in so many of these outfits. Remember it’s about the fit, so whether you are a size 2 or a size 12, choose jeans that flatter your body type and shape.

Here is another outfit where a light-colored or neutral top is paired with a white pant leg and a simple but classy shoe. Great for dinner or a gondola ride!

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Delicate Layered Necklace $17.57

↓ 3 – What to Wear in Italy During Spring

We can’t imagine a better outfit for exploring the side roads and hillsides of Italy during spring than this look here! Extra points for the comfortable but stylish footwear, as well as the cinched waist on this striped, 3-quarter length sleeve dress. This is a classic, easily styled look that can work for just about any occasion.

Nordstrom Gondolier Boater Hat $375

↓ 2 – What to Wear in Italy in Winter

Depending on where you are visiting will determine how warmly you need to dress. As with most places in winter, the farther north you go the colder it will be. So make sure you bring along a well-fitting coat and at least one classically cut jacket.

We love the layers of this ensemble and hope you will too! In fact, you may find that most Italians really pile on the layers right around the October mark. For this look, start with black or opaque tights and top with a lacy dress, cinched with a belt. Layer with a black leather jacket and black heels. This is a great ensemble for traveling in the southern cities where winters are milder.

Pro Tip: Check the weather before traveling and pack accordingly. Also, keep an umbrella handy at all times! A travel-size one will fit in your purse or day-pack and serve you well in case you get caught in a downpour.

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↓ 1 – Classy, Elegant Outfit

Our last outfit is one that you could wear for just about any occasion where you want to look elegant and stylish. Plus, these are all items that can be worn over and over again when paired with other articles in your capsule wardrobe!

Start with your staple pair of jeans – these are Mom jeans done right with a high-waist and a straight cut. Pair with a tucked in floral-printed blouse and cover up with a long satin cardigan. Pop on a pair of heels and accessorize with sunglasses.

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Chapter 6 Fancy Meeting You Here

Scott tossed Aadesh a bottle of water from the fridge. Liam had hopped up on top of the kitchen counter and was drinking Gatorade from a sports bottle. Aadesh looked around the room like a kid on his first trip to Disneyland. Under his breath he murmured, “I can’t believe I’m actually here…”

Scott’s heightened hearing picked up on it, but he wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. Scott looked at Aadesh curiously. “Sorry, what was that?”

Aadesh quickly composed himself. “Oh. I was just thinking you’ve got a really nice house here.”

That could’ve been what he heard, but not quite. Scott decided to let it pass. “Thanks. My mom tries to keep it pretty clean.” Then to his Beta, “Liam, use a chair.” Liam rolled his eyes but hopped down to take a seat at the table. Aadesh was still eyeing the room with a sense of wonder he couldn’t disguise. Had this kid never been in a house before?

“You don’t work out much, do you?”, Liam asked the newcomer.

Aadesh was snapped back to the conversation with that question. Why would Liam ask him that? Had he let something slip? Were they onto him? Then he realized that of the three of them, his shirt was the most saturated with perspiration, he’d had to put up the greatest effort during the workout, and his build was relatively skinny compared to his two new companions.

“Well, I just started getting into it. It’s still kind of new to me.” Liam nodded at that. Okay, sure. Then Aadesh’s tone changed and he added, “That, and there’s this girl I really like.” Aadesh walked over to the table, leaning forward against a chair. “I just want to look nice for her. You know, get in shape, bulk up a bit. Not a lot, just enough to—“

“Get her attention?”, Liam prompted.

“Yeah”, Aadesh admitted, his eyes far away. His voice and expression were so sincere that Scott dismissed the boy’s earlier statement. Whatever he may have said a moment ago, Aadesh was being open and honest now.

Scott grinned. He knew that look. He’d seen it in the mirror a time or two. “Tell us about her.”

“Yeah”, Liam urged him. “What’s she like?”

Aadesh’s eyes got all dreamy again, and his mouth curled into a dopey grin. “Well, she’s smart, and confident. Beautiful face, and she’s got this incredible long hair she wears straight down her back. She’s tall. I think even a little bit taller than me.” Aadesh realized he was staring off into space, seeing this dream girl in his mind, and pulled himself back to see both his new friends smiling broadly. Aadesh cleared his throat and decided to steer clear of the mushy stuff for now. “We’ve always been friends and like that”, he said, changing tacks slightly. “But lately it’s grown into something more. I really like her and she’s said she really likes me, and we’re kind of going together but nothing official. Everyone knows we’re totally into each other. But, y’know, we haven’t made any kind of announcement to our other friends that we’re boyfriend/girlfriend or anything, but I’ve just been hoping—“

“That maybe she would?”, Scott ventured.

Aadesh nodded. “I don’t want to do it without consulting her, but I also don’t want to be the first to broach the subject, and she’s—“ Aadesh stopped suddenly. Once again he was looking past Scott and Liam, but his expression was anything but dreamy.

“And she’s what?”, Liam prompted. Aadesh didn’t offer a response, but he was thinking one.

And she’s walking through your door.

“Just a quick stop”, Kira was saying. “I want Scott to see my new outfit before we go over to Lydia’s. I promise it won’t take a second.”

In came Kira, Lydia, and their new friend Kaitlyn. Aadesh visibly stiffened. Kaitlyn did the same.

“Oh, you have company”, Kira said. “Hi”, she said in cheerful introduction. “Kira. How’s it goin’?”

Aadesh tried to smile back but it came across as more of a grimace. “Pretty good, I guess…”

Kira turned to Scott and gave him a quick kiss. “Sorry to just barge in, but I had to show you my new ensemble.” She took a step back, letting her boyfriend get a good look at her. Her jacket had been complemented by a new blouse, new skirt, new shoes, and some very tasteful jewelry. Kira spun around once and struck an exaggerated model’s pose.

“Nice”, Scott said. “You look great. You always look great.” He stepped forward, placing his hands around her waist. “So is this more of Lydia’s handiwork?”

“Actually”, Lydia grinned, “allow us to introduce our newly-discovered fashion consultant, Kaitlyn.”

Kaitlyn smiled as if she had just sat on a pin cushion. She looked at Aadesh with accusing eyes.

What are you doing here?

Aadesh looked back, appearing painfully constipated.

ME? What are you doing here??

Everyone felt the sudden awkwardness in the room but weren’t sure why. There was clear tension between the two newcomers. Again, why?

Scott broke the silence. “Umm…this is Aadesh. We met him during our workout.” Scott indicated Liam to include him in the “we”. Liam waved at Kaitlyn.

“I’m Liam. ‘Sup?”

Lydia paused in her praise of their new fashion-conscious companion. Kaitlyn and Aadesh had switched from glaring at each other to trying very hard not to make eye contact. “Wait a minute…”, she started to say. That was as far as she got.

“Scott! What the hell, man?!” Stiles had burst through the door in classic frantic style. "I've been trying to reach you, I’ve been driving all over, and--what, are you throwing a party?"

Stiles looked around the crowded kitchen peopled by the majority of Scott's pack and two newcomers. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on", Scott answered. "This is Aadesh, he joined us at the school during our workout. I just invited him over, is all. This is Kathryn--"

"Kaitlyn", the new girl corrected him.

"Kaitlyn, sorry", Scott amended. "Kira and Lydia met her at the mall. What's up? Why are you so freaked out?"

Stiles took his best friend by the arm and turned him away from the group while tossing a curt greeting over his shoulder. "Charmed, I'm sure we'll get along famously." Then, in a harsh whisper to Scott, "We have a problem here. New problem, as in monster problem."

Scott looked at Stiles with concern. "Stiles, calm down. Not every little thing that pops up means some major threat has shown up and the sky's crashing down."

"Except when they do, and it does", Stiles pointed out, mildly offended that his warnings should be dismissed so readily. "Because they usually do. This is us. We are disaster magnets, and we've had what, a whole week with no disasters? We're due."

"Okay, okay. So tell about this disaster, whatever it is. You said a monster? What kind of monster? Have you seen it?"

"I haven't", Stiles said. "But she has."

Stiles stepped to the side so Scott could see the latest arrival standing in the doorway. It was Erin. Framed by the entryway, everyone was able to get a good look at her. It was the first time Stiles had gotten a good look at her, too. Their meeting on the highway was too abrupt for pleasantries. Now that he could see her clearly, Stiles knew Erin was not someone he would soon forget.

She was of average height for a girl her age, but anything average about her stopped there. She had short auburn hair that hung not far below her ears. It was clean and kempt and in direct contrast to the rest of her.

The most noticeable thing about Erin was her gigantic coat. It could have been leather or some imitation thereof, but whatever it was it was heavy and laden with pockets and zippers. Large buckled straps encircled the cuffs of her sleeves and wrapped around the waist of the jacket, pulled slightly taut, tied together in a loose knot to keep the coat from flapping about. The jacket extended down to her calves, pockets and zips peppering it all the way down. She wore heavy boots with 15-hole laces that, while scuffed and worn, still had plenty of use in them. Tuck into those formidable boots were the legs of heavy corduroy pants. The cords were three times better secured than the jacket, as that's how many belts she had wrapped around the waist. She wore a navy blue V-neck sweater rolled up to the elbows. Under those you could see a men’s thermal top of either stately gray or overused cream. She was not hurting for bracelets and necklaces either, as they climbed up her forearms or draped down from her neck, respectively.

"Um, hi", Scott managed, still taken aback by the sight of her.

"What's the deal with your phone?", Stiles asked him. "I've been calling and calling and it always goes straight to voice mail."

"You could've just called me", Liam pointed out.

"Yeah, because that was going to happen", Stiles sniped back.

Scott quickly pulled out his phone. "It shouldn't have", he said. "Huh. I must have turned it off when we were working out. I don't remember doing that."

Aadesh suddenly looked nervous.

Kaitlyn looked equally nervous as she shot a look to Erin. What do we do now?? Erin returned her gaze calmly. Kaitlyn knew that look. The unshakable Erin was just going to go with it. And as was often the case with Erin, it was going to work out fine.

"I hate to break up the social hour", Stiles told Scott, "but I really think we've got a situation. Like a girl chased down the highway by a giant monsterie situation."

Scott was quickly all business. "Really? What kind of monst--"

Erin strode directly up to Scott and extended a hand. "I'm Erin. Your friend Stiles here came to my rescue today." Scott accepted her hand and she shook his warmly. "Thank God he did, too, because I didn't know what I was going to do."

Scott met her gaze and was quickly caught up in the gleam of her eyes. There was nothing supernatural about them, but they were captivating, to say the least. Scott lost another moment to them before saying, "I'm glad you're okay." The auburn strands of Erin's hair contrasted her deep eyes. Scott looked back into Erin's eyes. He couldn't help it. Those haunting eyes had seen far more than most twice her age would care to, and they seemed to want her to tell him about it.

"It must have been bad. She was really freaking out when I found her", Stiles said.

Scott found that hard to believe. Erin did not look like the kind of person who would freak out very easily. She had a look of intelligence about her, and it was clear by her posture and expression that she was used to being the smartest one in the room. Whatever she had seemed earlier, she wasn't scared now. If anything, she was confident.

Stiles jabbed a thumb toward his friend. "Erin, this is the guy I was telling you about. He may not look like much now--"

"Hey, thanks for that", Scott said.

"--but trust me", Stiles continued unabated, "this is the man we need."

"Yes", Erin smiled. "You told me about him on the way over. "Scott McCall."

Stiles froze. He shared a knowing look with Scott. Then he looked coldly at Erin.

"I never told you his last name."

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