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NGA T. HOANG

Local Guide·26 reviews·283 photos

11 hours ago

NEW

THE 70% IS FOR CUSTOMERS, 30% MINUS

SELLERS 100% PROFITS PLATO'S CLOSET-

MY COACH 10 ITEMS UNBRANDED NEVER

LouLou Adora

Local Guide·4 reviews·24 photos

a week ago

NEW

Very poor customer service, these girls have never been trained in retail basics and it’s very sad to see. They act like high school students at their first job, and while that lack of care and training may not be their fault, it certainly … More

1

Areli Alvarado

4 reviews

a month ago

Nice to shop there but not to sell, I’m a reseller on poshmark and I have bags of clothes I want to sell to them so I call to ask what kind of clothes they looking for they say pants, T-shirts, long skirts, sweaters and I even ask for what … More

2

EvMarie Salas

6 reviews·1 photo

2 months ago

Cute clothes. Double check for security tags they forget to take off. Also check for holes and rips on clothes you're gunna pay brand new store prices for. Manager on 11/10/23 at 4:30pm was extremely unhelpful in fixing an issue that their employees caused. Customer service was terrible.

2

Max Dennison

2 reviews

4 months ago

i walked in with two bags FULL of branded stuff, like ripcurl, billabong, reef, levis, etc. they took ONE SHIRT for 2$. i also happened to noticed on their “preferred brands” list was shein. insanity. i heard buffalo exchage was better definitely try there instead, i wish i did.

3

Rory Campbell

2 reviews

5 months ago

This place is a joke. I took my wife’s and I’s clothes, 1 giant box completely full AND 2 full trash bags. I don’t think they even went through it all because I got a message saying it was done about 40 minutes after dropping it off and I … More

7

AA Lopez

5 reviews

6 months ago

Went in there twice and had good quality new clothes to sell. It’s really not worth your time if they say it will take 20 minutes to look but in reality they take 5 minutes to look at your clothes. They ended up taking nothing and it’s just … More

8

Marina Winters

10 reviews

7 months ago

Went there recently to sell a big bag of new with tags to excellent condition clothes. And out of whole bag they only took 3 items and paid me a measly 23.00. I could not believe it one of the items was a coach bag. So most of the clothes … More

4

Radiance

3 reviews

a week ago

NEW

All they want is for you to turn in your Lululemons, they will rarely accept anything else....however they only sell F21 and cheap brands.

2

alia

28 reviews·11 photos

6 months ago

Brought a bag full of clothing and they took nothing. I made sure that I was bringing in the popular name brands that they are purchasing, and the brands stated on their website. … More

3

Natalya Frankln

7 reviews

a month ago

I was treated poorly in a degrading manner by one of the employees, who was obviously not trained to work with people.

2

cheryl Squires

4 reviews·17 photos

a year ago

I just had my first and last experience with this company and I am not that only one there was another lady there with designer items still in the boxes, they bought nothing!! They said I would receive a text message when they were done … More

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Em Guerrero

1 review

a year ago

Don't come here, it is a WASTE OF TIME. They don't buy anything, and if they do (which will give you the slightest hope of a decent deal), they give you little to nothing than what your items were worth. I was given $10 for heels and … More

7

Alicia Hardiman

17 reviews·1 photo

a year ago

I went in to sell some new like clothes about 30 pieces. They decided to buy two items, when I asked why only these two? The girl told me “we have too much inventory”.....I looked in my boxes because I received a text so fast! 10 mins they … More

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Monique E

Local Guide·219 reviews·15 photos

5 years ago

Came in with new forever 21 clothes about 2 bags all clean with tags on. They said my clothes were old and not in style. They only offered to buy like two things. I wouldn’t usually care but the employees were very rude and spent most of … More

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Karen Itzel

1 review

4 years ago

My mom and I bought 3 huge bags of clothes to sell & the worker said it would take 25-30 minutes to complete the process. Not even 10 minutes later & we already get notified that it’s complete. It seems to me that they didn’t look throughly … More

7

Keziah Montes

1 review

2 years ago

Do not go to sell brand new high end clothes!!! Will not get your moneys worth! I went over to sell some of my clothes and was disappointed that they gave me a few bucks for my brand new pair of levis that were originally around 100 bucks. … More

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Chelsea Bishop

1 review

3 years ago

They told me they wouldn’t buy from me because I brought my clothes in white trash bags and not “reusable” bags. For “health reasons” they say. Then wouldn’t it make more sense to use a disposable trash bag and not a reusable one? They have … More

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Plato's Closet South Coast (Owner)

3 years ago

Chelsea, thank you for your visit and feedback. Our store has taken COVID safety precautions very seriously for the sake of our guests and for our team members. Since we were closed for two months, we would really like to be able to continue to stay in business. We really do need inventory so we are sincerely sorry about our inconvenient COVID guidelines & regret that you were unable to bring your items in open containers. We are just trying to do the right thing to continue offering great product to our guests, cash to our sellers, and jobs to our valued staff. Thank you again for your feedback. Kim

Courtney Solano

Local Guide·34 reviews·8 photos

5 years ago

I'm from out of town ( North Bay) and decided to give this place a try despite the bad reviews. I did not try to sell any clothes, my experience was just a shopper. The reasons for 1 star... … More

7

Haitham Bawab

83 reviews·4 photos

3 weeks ago

NEW

Very bad they will never buy anything from you.

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Melissa Gallegos

Local Guide·38 reviews·60 photos

4 years ago

Bad customer service, rude staff, ruined experience. If you'd like to visit a Plato's with a much better staff and customer service, visit the Huntington Beach location on Goldenwest and Bolsa instead! I've always loved coming to Plato's … More

7

[mysticfallsresidents]

@duquete sent from dennison duquette jr to katherine pierce : "i thought you promised to behave."

⚰️   ――――        KATHERINE  NEVER  PLAYED  BY  THE  RULES,  SHE  WASN'T  A  FAN  OF  BEING  TIED  DOWN  TO  SUCH  SIMPLE  TASKS.  what  was  the  fun  of  life  if  it  wasn't  for  the  surprises  and  unexpecting  twists?  of  course,  she  had  promised  denny  that  she'd  behave  for  him  but  she  was  growing  bored  at  this  party.  it  was  full  of  dull,  old  people  who  wanted  to  talk  about  stocks  and  their  daughter  making  the  honor  roll;  shit  that  doesn't  matter  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things.  they  don't  know  what  the  truth  of  life  was  and  that  was  to  take  it  by  its  balls  and  run  with  it.  katherine,  in  all  katherine  fashion,  had  taken  it  upon  herself  to  liven  up  the  party  purely  for  her  own  entertainment. 

KATHERINE  HAD  BEEN  STUCK  IN  A  DREADFUL  CONVERSATION  WITH  A  MUNDANE  WOMAN.  she  was  going  on  and  on  about  the  expensive  things  she  had  in  her  little  mansion  and  it  was  beginning  to  grow  tiresome.  she  sighed  deeply  in  frustration  before  grabbing  the  woman's  hand  and  staring  deeply  into  her  eyes,        ❛      why  don't  you  go  be  interesting  for  once  in  your  boring  life  and  find  someone  that  isn't  your  old  husband  and  make  out  with  them     ?     cause  a  scene,  make  this  night  something  people  wouldn't  rather  kill  themselves  instead  of  getting  through  it      ❜     she  compelled,  her  eyes  dilating  as  she  did  so  and  the  woman  didn't  waste  another  moment  in  getting  up  and  proceeding  with  katherine's  wishes.  a  giddy  grin  stretches  her  lips  but  it  quickly  fades  when  she  hears  denny's  voice  from  behind  her,  scolding  her,      ❛      oh  come  on,  i  was  bored       ❜     she  groaned,  spinning  in  her  stool  and  looking  up  at  him  with  innocent  doe  eyes.  she  reaches  up  to  grab  the  collar  of  his  shirt,  bringing  him  down  to  her  level  so  their  lips  almost  meet,        ❛       what  did  you  expect  when  you  brought  me  to  this  party,  denny     ?     this  is  no  fun.  besides,  you  always  liked  it  when  i  misbehave   —   gives  you  a  chance  to  scold  me       ❜     she  slyly  smirks,  biting  down  on  her  bottom  lip.

[brokehorrorfan]

Hot Topic has teamed with Her Universe for a Hocus Pocus collection, the highlight of which is a recreation of Max Dennison's tie-dye tee over a long-sleeve shirt. Normally $36.90, it's currently on sale for $29.52.

[dried-mushroom]

Do you believe in magic, Doll?

The Grabber x reader (explicit)

TW-Kidnapping, sex, lowkey Stockholm syndrome

word count- 2.6k

A/N- I find myself writing this unironically funny bc I have only watched the trailer :) I feel like this isn't amazing but oh well 🤷‍♀️

You really shouldn't be doing this. You should have gotten a taxi back home, But no, you had to get your car serviced and now you have no car. You're now stuck briskly walking through some oddly familiar neighbourhood at the peak of dusk when the sky is dusted a beautiful pink, it was a true contrast to the boring palette choices of house paint. The real reason you didn't wish to be in this seemingly neverending street was something that sent a cold shiver up your spine whenever you spared it a thought.

For weeks now, children had been plucked from the very neighbourhood you currently were walking through. Usually, around the kidnappings, people said they saw a mysterious black van, with black tinted windows, and no sight of the driver. You felt bad for those poor parents, without their loved ones, but you honestly were thankful that it had only been children so far. You kept walking along the cracked sidewalk, the eerie lack of noise made you feel sick to your stomach, no loud cars drove past, no children out playing in their yards, and no adult doing a scrap of garden work, it was rather odd indeed.

As you kept walking, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, which made your heart jump to your throat immediately, It could be a strange coincidence you kept telling yourself, but you could see a dark van slowly toggling behind you. You had the sudden urge to puke as the realisation hit you, the van wasn't moving past you, just lingering behind, following you. There was nothing you possibly do to defend yourself at the moment, you had nothing that resembled a weapon on you, and you know what happens in all those gory horror movies when you try to run (You die. Painfully). You just sucked in a deep breath and just pretended to not take any notice of the vehicle slowly crawling further and further towards you.

You knew your fate was sealed when the van caught up, right next to you and abruptly stopped, this made you leap right back to the tall metal fence situated behind you, the wire poking uncomfortably hard through the shirt you were wearing. The lack of noise and movement made you want to crawl in a ball, you prayed that this was just a dream. Just a scary dream, but as the tinted window rolled down, revealing an older, even handsome man, wearing a black hat and a pair of glasses, your feeling of dread suddenly washed away. His coarse, yet smooth voice broke the chill air between the both of you,

"Hello there sweetheart, I've only just moved here, and I've kinda gotten myself in a dilemma, I need some help finding um the town's dump, I have some old things I need to rid of but silly me didn't remember the address, is there any way you could give me directions?"

The man sounded sweet and naive and made you blush with the cute nickname but you couldn't help but have a shred of doubt resurface as this was quite an odd request and could be a trap for you but alas, you didn't wish to anger the man.

"Umm, if I am correct, it would be on the outskirts of town, probably near Dennison Street."

The man smiled at you, a sweet smile, with no obvious evil lurking within it. You were still a far way from the van, purely for your own safety. The man suddenly opened the car door, automatically sending you further onto the hard fence. You took notice of the clothes he was wearing, a tight black shirt, which comfortably sat around his biceps, and a pair of black jeans. He outstretched a rather large palm out and spoke,

"Well, darling, let me look at the girl that has saved me plenty of wasted time and helped someone in need."

You approached the nameless man slowly, cautiously. He had an almost playful aura to him, and the closer you got, the more attractive the naive man was, with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair and veins webbing across his hands and up to his arms, he also was extremely tall, compared to you anyhow. When you got close enough to the man, you placed your hand into his, and let out a breath you had zero idea how long you had been holding it for, as he encased it and leant down to press a soft kiss onto one of your knuckles, sending an odd warmth through your body. As he let your hand go, the man's eyes lit up, as if having a "lightbulb moment".

"Tell me. Do you believe in magic, Doll?"

The nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, just like honey. You nodded your head, not too eagerly, just as you had the "Don't tall to strangers" motto run through the back of your brain. The man grinned as he watched your reaction.

"Well then, follow me."

He strode towards the back of the black van, which now you noticed had the words of Abracadabra. Entertainment supplies 'hmm a magician, not a terrible profession' you thought to yourself. While he walked he let a hand gracefully glide over the van's metal almost gingerly. You slowly followed him, just keeping a distance, again just for safety.

When you got around to the back of the van, you didn't stand so close to the van, or the magician himself. The man spoke up once again,

"Okay Doll, can you just face me? mmm that's good, now just stay still for me hmm."

You obeyed the man, standing in front of him facing him, looking up into his ocean blue eyes, as he bit into a devious smile, looking back down into your eyes. Then he drew an arm up and seemingly pulled something out from behind your ear. A Hershey Kiss, 'how sweet' you thought. He dropped the small chocolate into your hand,

"My treat, for being so kind." "Aw thank you, sir, you didn't need to."

You unwrapped the small treat and quickly finished it. It suddenly hit you that you had been out here for probably way too long and should probably head home. You bid the weird but sweet man a good evening before going back to your original path. After a few steps, you started to feel light-headed, yet you didn't pay any mind to it, thinking that you were probably dehydrated. After some more, your legs began to feel like jelly and then suddenly everything faded to darkness.

TIME SKIP lmao

As you slowly woke, the throbbing of your skull became apparent, to ease some slight pain, you put the palm of your hand up to the wound, lightly soothing it. As you opened your eyes, your throat went dry. It hadn't been a bad dream, you weren't in your nice, comfy bed, only a few meters away from your dear coffee machine. Instead, you were sitting on an old stained (with who knows what) spring mattress, and in a barren, what resembled concrete room, perhaps a basement of some sort. You were too scared to move, even a smidge, just out of fear. You did notice that near the top of the wall, there was a small vent letting in the colours of sunrise through and a black phone hanging on the wall next to you, you didn't dare to touch it, not wanting to hear the horrors on the other end. You could see the door shut and knew that it was most likely dead-bolted shut, to stop you from even contemplating an escape. You didn't know how long you had been sitting in the musty room, it honestly felt like an eternity, the silence almost too much to bear. Suddenly the sound of the door being shoved open made you leap to the far side of the mattress, trying to get further away from the man, who now adorned a sadistic-looking mask with a sickly smile and horns. You didn't know whether to cry, laugh or just stare. He was holding a bottle of water and a bowl of something, presumably food, he suddenly spoke;

"What's your name, Doll?"

You knew that lying to the kidnapper was probably not the smartest decision, so to please the deranged man, you quietly spoke up;

"Y/N..."

The man seemed to like the response you gave as he gave an approving nod before saying one last thing.

"Hmm, I think I'm starting to like you."

TIME SKIP again lmao

You have been stuck in this room for (by your calculation) around a month. Your emotions ran rampant throughout your brain. At first, you had been sad, sobbing constantly, with the lack of human interaction and not having seen an inch of daylight in the days you had been trapped here. Then the anger took over you, the fact no one had come looking for you, no one found you.did no one care about you?. This singular thought ran freely through your brain almost 24/7, usually bringing you to punch the concrete walls bloody. Then the contentedness washed over you, you slowly had taken to your odd kidnapper. You had come to almost crave the visits he played you, either to give you food/drink or to engage in basic conversation. Usually, it was just questions about your previous life, nothing too absurd, it annoyed you slightly that he'd never share anything about himself, absolutely nothing. He sometimes would let you out of the room, to bathe and eat a decent meal, with him. Most of the time now, instead of wearing his usual odd sweater, he would wear an unbuttoned shirt, revealing a muscular torso, it took you the utmost strength not to fuck the man right at the dinner table. You really didn't have an outlet for your sexual frustration, you slowly got sick of using your hand and the man you're seemingly trapped with is really really fuckable at this moment.

You were laying on the old mattress, too hot and bothered to sleep. You knew you had to satisfy the insatiable need deep within your core. You ran a single hand down your neck, to your breasts, letting a fragile finger run over a hardened nipple, down your naval, and finally where you needed it most. You let your hand slide under the thin elastic of your panties, to come rest on your clit, slowly rubbing small circles. As you started letting breathy moans out, images of the older man flashed throughout your mind, such images were of the man pleasing himself, stroking his hard, leaking cock, or him below you, eating you out like a starving man, whilst keeping a strong grip on your hips, making you unable to buck against his eager tongue. These thoughts paired with your fingers rubbing on the little nub of nerves increased the volume of your moans and heavy breaths. Even so much, you didn't take notice of the door being opened.

"Oh well well well, what do we have here?"

The rough voice made you lift your head up, locking eyes with the man, this time with no mask. You slowly removed the hand out of your underwear, and stood up, slowly walking towards the deranged killer. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, you noticed a bulge in the trousers he was wearing and his irises were blown wide, presumably with lust. It took him a moment of blissful silence before he crashed his lips into yours, in a powerful and rough kiss. He pushed you up against the concrete wall; as you broke the kiss to start peppering kisses on his stubbled jaw, sending a shockwave through him. He was honestly stunned, as a girl had never done this to him before. You let your hand glide down to the bulge, stroking it gingerly through his pants, making him grip the wall. You slowly sunk to your knees, hard concrete bruising them. You unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, it was half-hard and already glistening with precum, even before you actually touched him, how cute? you thought to yourself. You gave his tip a kitten lick as if testing the waters, making him groan heavily. He fisted a hand into your hair, making you bob further onto his erection. You gagged when the tip hit the back of your throat, your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, and you looked up to his un-masked face, making doe eyes up at the killer. He was trying to muffle his moans, biting his lip, breaking the chapped skin. It didn't take your administrations very long to make him spill down your throat, he pulled out of your throat and had you stick out your tongue to check if you had swallowed all of his cum.

"My good girl, aren't you?"

He rubbed your cheek affectionately when he saw you nod your head, too mesmerized to even make a coherent sentence. He uttered one sentence with made you lose all your control,

"I want to fuck you, here on that mattress, now."

Hearing the desperation roll off his tongue made you instantly wet, and without a thought, he yanked you upwards and tossed you onto the mattress. He straddled your hips and started to nip along your neck, leaving purple-ish lovebites in trail. You pulled softly onto the man's long hair, eliciting a borderline pornographic groan from him, I would have never taken him to be into hair pulling you snickered to yourself. He pulled away from you, to quickly unbutton his shirt, showing off his toned chest, before yanking your thin shirt off, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You undid your bra, discarding the dirty fabric wherever. He tore your panties off, in one clean motion, leaving you exposed to the chilling air of the room and to the stranger's eyes. He sat against the cold wall before, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aimlessly to the side, pulling his khakis down to his mid-thigh, before beckoning you to his lap. He stroked himself gingerly while watching you come closer to him, you straddled him this time before he positioned his cock to your entrance. You let out a gasp as he slowly thrust into you, he let you have a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started thrusting roughly into you. As the man kept thrusting up into you, you started to bounce on his cock, meeting his administrations every time. Resting both arms onto the man's shoulders, nails digging into his back, he took this as a chance to repay you for your earlier 'welcome', and he moved one of the hands resting on your hips, which were guiding you up and down his cock at his whim, to rub at your clit. This motion made you lurch forward, all the stimulation at once was too much for you, and you came to rest your forehead on his. It almost resembled a romantic gesture, how close the both of you were right now, body's entangled with one another, this mixture of pleasure was too much to bear and before you could stop it, you came, on his cock, hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, sent him over the edge and with one final thrust, he spilled into you. The warmth made a shiver run down your spine, and as he pulled out of you, you could feel some of his cum start to spill down your thighs.

You looked around and it oddly felt "homey" here now, you thought to yourself. He softly guided you off his cock, pulled up his khakis and had you lay in between his legs, your back against his chest. You slowly drifted off to sleep, as the man, who now you no longer feared, slowly played with your hair.

[douceurrrr]

OH BOY! - MAX DENNISON

✮ summary: you think your boyfriend max is so hot

✮ smut-ish, fluff

✮ parings: max dennison x black!fem!reader

you sit in class listening to the teacher go over their lecture for today. it was a nice fall day and the trees were a mixture or red and yellow and everyone seemed to be in the fall spirit. as you were listening you seem to advert your eyes over to your boyfriend, max. he looked good today with his tie-dye shirt he loved which he wore with a black long sleeved shirt underneath it. your eyes travels to his face and you study his facial expressions. he seemed to be really into what the teacher was say which was a first. you noticed how his hair was perfect today, some strands fell onto his face, framing his face perfectly. you then look at his lips, the pink soft lips you loved to kiss each day. “y/l/n?” you then whip your head around to the teacher’s voice. you realize you’ve been zoned out looking at your boyfriend for the most of class. “are you going to listen or look at max all day?” everyone in the class room started to snicker and you looked over at max to see him smirking looking at you, god that was so embarrassing.

“sorry ms.k.” you mumbled

-

you were now at your locker packing things up still thinking about the embarrassing moment that had happened in the classroom. when you were done packing your thing you shut your locker but instantly flinching when your boyfriend was behind the locker. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” you had you hand over your heart as it was pounding rapidly. “no it’s okay.” after a short pause max started to smirk at you. “what?” you said furrowing your eyebrows as he was smirking. “so you were staring at me during class, huh?” he taunted. “no~” you said stretching out the O not making eye contact with him. “that’s weird cause that’s not what the teacher said.” max teased while leaning against the lockers. you whined and slapped his chest playfully. “hey come over today, we can watch a movie then~” max said smirking then you quickly knew what he meant.

-

just a lil short fic today😜

[6rookie-writer0110]

Dating Max Dennison and being related to The Sanderson Sisters would include...

1993

•You met Max in class because he sits next to you.

•He smiled at you.

•” If you don't get it, I can help you,” Max said.

“Thanks. But I passed by test” You said.

“But I didn't say for what subject” Max smiled.

•Max wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to you.

•You kept the paper and you just smiled at him.

•After school, you start to walk home then he follows you on his bike.

•While going home, you and Max start to talk about conspiracy theories.

•You wrote down your phone number and gave it to him.

•He did call you and you talked for a while on the phone.

•You and Max start to have lunch together.

•Your aunts start to ask questions about who is Max and why he is calling.

•You met Max’s little sister Dani.

•You spend more time with Max.

•Max starts to have strong feelings for you and he asked you out.

•Your aunts found out about the date and they start to spy on you and Max.

•Max took you to see a movie...

“He has bad taste in fashion. That shirt with so many colors is so... Ugly. He is no good for Y/n” Winifred said.

“He is making Y/n happy. They are cute together” Sarah smiled.

“Why he is putting his arm around d Y/n?” Mary asked.

•They start to speak very loud then you noticed them.

•You introduced Max to your aunts.

•You and Max became official.

•Winifred still doesn't like what Max wears.

•They promised not to ruin your dates with Max.

•They kept their promise for a while then they broke it.

•In school, you and Max would hold hands.

•You and Max would do homework together.

•When you watch a movie with him, Max would put his arm around you.

•Your first kiss with Max... While he helped you pick out a costume for Halloween and unexpectedly he kissed you.

•You and Max did argue and Winifred went to yell at Max.

•But you and Max did makeup and you apologized about what your aunt did.

•On your birthday, he surprised you with a mini cake and a gift.

•One time, Dani caught you and Max making out in the living room.

•Winifred promises to try and get along with Max.

[mychemicalimagines]

Black Flame Candle-Max Dennison-Chapter 1

Summary: Max Dennison is the new kid in Salem, Massachusetts. On Halloween, his life takes a dramatic turn when his parents force him to take his little sister, Dani, trick-or-treating. He, his crush, Casey Blackstone, and his sister are in for a ride when Max lights the Black Flame Candle.

Series Warnings: Slight Language, Fluff, Flirting, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Canon Deaths, Bullying. This series is a little more adult than the Disney movie.

Words: 3,446

Tag List: Reblogged

A/N: Here it is! Our secret Halloween Story!! We worked so hard to get this out to you for the month of October!! Divider belongs to firefly-graphics. Do you guys like the gifs? Let Me know if you want them to be continued. 

Comments are always welcome! They give me motivation to post!

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Third Person POV

‘It’s all just a bunch of Hocus Pocus.’

Salem, Massachusetts has always been known for its witchcraft allegations as well as for how they handled each case, calling them the Salem Witch Trials. Three centuries ago, hundreds of people were accused, but only a mere thirty were found guilty. Nineteen were hanged due to the false accusations placed upon them, while others died in jail or were pressed to death.  

Thackery Binx found his sister being whisked away by three actual witches, The Sanderson sisters, who needed her for a spell to stay young and beautiful. The same night his sister had passed away, and his disappearance, the three witches were hanged for their witchcraft, but vowed they’d be back. 

Now every Halloween, the entire town goes all out for the festivities. Casey Blackstone has lived in Salem all her life and loves the holiday. It’s the one time of year she can eat as much candy as she wants and no one will bat an eye, well except for her dentist father. She also loves wearing costumes, being someone else besides herself for a night.

Since her family, as well as her friend Allison’s, thinks they are too old to be trick or treating, they are forced to give out candy this year while Allison’s family has a party. Her parents wanted to go to the party at Town Hall but they got sick so they’re staying home. Her costume is already at the Watt’s house, waiting to be put on later that night. 

Sighing to herself as she fixes her hair in the mirror, Casey turns to her black cat that is sitting on her bed watching her.

Due to the holiday and the history they are taught every year, she felt there was only one name fitting for a black cat such as the one she found almost eleven years ago.

“What do you think of today’s outfit, Binx?” She throws her hands out, showing off her purple low-cut shirt as well as her slightly ripped jeans.

Binx meows his response before stepping toward her to rub his face against her hip, causing his collar to clink against the bell she forces him to wear. 

“I like it too.” She smiles and pets his head as she kneels down next to her bed. “Alright, I got to go to school. Remember, don’t bring mice into the house. If you’re going to bring female cats home, make sure it’s not in my room. I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re my best friend and I love you.”

She kisses the top of his head before picking up her bookbag and walking out of the room, not noticing him climbing out of her window as soon as she closes her door a smidge. She wasn’t lying. Her cat was her best friend and she makes sure to tell him everyday, despite him probably not knowing what the hell she’s saying. 

She had found him in her backyard one day, eating a mouse with no collar. It was clear that he belonged to no one, that he was on his own. She knew she had to take him in, after asking her parents of course. Ever since, she’s been feeding him, playing with him and letting him sleep on her bed, cuddled up next to her. 

She even lets him roam free, knowing he’ll come right back home. He’s literally her best friend and she wouldn’t trade him for the world, even if he leaves her surprises on the back porch. After slipping on her shoes and red jacket, she walks out the front door, ready to take on the day.

Max Dennison has only been in town for about a week and a half and he already hates it. He misses the sunny days of California. He misses his friends. Hell, he misses his old house. To him, Salem, Massachusetts is a horrible place to live. It’s gloomy, rainy and far too obsessed with this witchy, Halloween stuff.

It was never his favorite holiday to begin with so moving to a town that is all for it irritates him. He can’t wait to move once he turns eighteen next year. The only thing good about this town is this one girl. On Max’s first day of school earlier this week, he caught sight of a beautiful girl. Blonde hair. These crystal blue eyes that remind him of the ocean back home. 

He’s never even spoken a word to her and he’s already hooked. He rubs his eyes as he walks to his final class of the day. History. The third class he has with the girl he has his eyes on. Seeing her will make this boring class worth it. He sits down in his assigned seat and pulls out his notebook, unsure of what they will be learning today. 

As he opens his notebook, he glances up at a soft giggle that enters his ears. There she is. The purple shirt she’s wearing really brings out her eyes, and he’s really trying hard not to look down a smidge. As she walks by him, he quickly looks down at his notebook, not wanting to be caught watching her.

 Since she sits in the row next to him, but one seat behind, he can easily get caught by the teacher, or hell, another student! Maybe today, he’ll finally talk to her…yeah, probably not going to happen. As class starts, their teacher, Miss Olin who is dressed as a witch, begins telling the legend of the Sanderson Sisters. 

The very legend that Casey got her cat's name from. Even though she knows every bit of the legend, she’s listening closely, hoping to hear something different but she never does. Max, however, is doodling in his notebook, not believing one ounce of the story. 

“Poor Thackery Binx. Neither his father, his mother, nor anyone else ever knew what became of him…those 300 years ago.” Miss Olin says, walking up an aisle before stopping in front of the classroom. “And so the Sanderson Sisters were hanged by the Salem townsfolk. Now, there are those who say that on Halloween night…a black cat still guards the old Sanderson house, warning off any who might make the witches…come back to life!”

She then throws a black ribbon attached to her hand at a girl’s face causing the teenage girl to scream in fright. The rest of the students in the room, besides Max, laugh at her scream. Max shakes his head in disbelief as he doodles.

“Give me a break.” He mumbles, moving his pen along the letters he drew.

“Aha, we seem to have a skeptic in our midst.” Miss Olin raises an eyebrow as she steps toward his desk. “Mr. Dennison, would you care to share your California, laid-back, tie-dyed point of view?”

The room erupted into laughter again at her sarcasm. He looks up at her after glancing around the room and smirks, gaining some courage. 

“Okay. Granted that, uh, you guys here in Salem are all into these, uh, black cats and witches and stuff…”

Miss Olin cuts him off with a scoff while the rest of the room let him know that his words were unneeded by their tones of displeasure. 

“Stuff?”

“Fine. But everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It’s a conspiracy.” He finishes, smirking at his teacher. 

 A voice speaks up, capturing Max’s attention. He turns toward the voice and his cheeks redden a bit at who is talking. It’s her…

“It just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallows Eve. It’s the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth.” She explains, giving the teenager her own smirk. 

The class breaks out into cheers and claps at her comment, happy to prove the new kid wrong with his non-beliefs and crappy theories. He turns back to his notebook and flips to a new paper, quickly jotting something down, a small smile on his face as he keeps his courage. 

“Well said, Casey.” Miss Olin says, smiling widely at her, clapping herself.

She grins to herself and high fives Allison who is sitting right behind the non-believer. Max stands up from his chair as his classmates talk around him. He takes a few steps toward her desk, capturing her attention. 

“Well, in case Jimi Hendrix shows up tonight, here’s my number.” He says, holding out the piece of paper.

She raises an eyebrow, ignoring her classmates groans, and takes the single sheet before opening it up. ‘Max Dennison 555-9142’ it reads. The bell rings and Casey stands up from her chair, giving the boy a small smirk as she puts the number in her pocket. He smiles at her actions before watching her walk away.

“Max.” A boy that sat behind her captures his attention. “Fat chance.”

The new kid just rolls his eyes and gathers his stuff up, ready to go home. Casey quickly stops at her locker, making sure to grab her jacket while sticking all her books in the metal container. Since Halloween is such a big holiday in Salem, the school doesn’t give out homework if it lands on a weekend such as today. 

As she puts her notebook away, she notices a pen sitting on the top shelf. Smirking to herself, she pulls out Max’s number and rips the paper, jotting something down on one half. Shoving one piece into her jeans pocket and the other, along with the pen, into her jacket pocket, she hangs her bookbag on the hook and closes the door. 

Casey then jogs out to the front doors, meeting up with Allison as she glances around the parking lot. 

“So did he really give you his number?” Allison asks, fixing her bag that rests on her shoulder as they walk down the sidewalk. 

“He did.” She nods, smiling softly to herself as she plays with the paper in her jacket pocket.

“And are you going to call him?” Her friend raises an eyebrow.

“If I do, it won't be till…”

“Casey!” 

The blonde turns around and sees the new kid on his bike, riding toward her. She looks at her best friend and gestures down the road.

“I’ll catch up.”

Allison raises an eyebrow at the brunette haired boy before nodding at her friend. Casey turns back around and watches as Max stops his bike beside her, panting very softly as he straddles his seat. 

“Hi.” She says, smiling slightly at him. 

“Hi. Look, uhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in class.” He says, regretting his actions. 

He thought about it on his way to his bike. He shouldn’t have done that. What if she hates him now? What if she never wants to see him again? He practically humiliated her in front of their entire class. 

“You didn’t.” She shrugs, not caring one bit about the awkward exchange that happened. 

If anything, she’s the one that embarrassed him in front of the entire class by proving him wrong. He pauses for a moment, unsure of what to say so he lets go of his handlebars and holds his hand out to her. 

“My name is Max Dennison.” He says, despite having practically told her through his note.

“Yeah, I know.” She says, shaking his hand. “You just moved here, huh?”

“Yeah, last week.” He says, not wanting to think about how soft her hands were compared to his. 

“Must be a big change for you.” She says, letting go of his hand to put her own back into her jacket pocket. 

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” He says, scoffing slightly, gripping his handlebars again.

“You don’t like it here?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, the leaves are great…” He says, gesturing around them. “But - I - I don’t know. Just all this Halloween shit.”

“You don’t believe in it?” She asks, pushing her hip out slightly as she rests most of her body weight on one leg, not caring about his language.

“What? Do you mean, like The Sanderson Sisters?” He shakes his head with a light chuckle escaping his lips. “No way.”

“Not even on Halloween?” She asks, biting her lip softly, trying to hide her amusement.

“Especially not on Halloween.” He says, putting emphasis on the beginning of his sentence with a smile.

Casey licks the inside of her cheek before reaching into her pocket. Holding up two fingers with a piece of paper sitting between them, she gently pulls Max’s left hand off his handlebars. He opens his hand, watching her movements, praying that his cheeks aren’t turning red at her actions. She presses the piece of paper into his hand, smiling as she looks up at him as she closes his hand around it. 

“Trick or treat.”

Letting his hand go, she turns around and starts walking toward where Allison is waiting, talking to another friend of theirs. Max’s eyes watch her before looking down at the folded paper. His heart is pounding in his chest as he moves to open the paper.

“Max!” He hears her call out for him, causing his head to snap up. “Call me Cas.”

Not knowing what to say, he nods at her words, watching her walk away again. This time, she turns around and puts up her red hood, making it look like she was wearing a witch’s pointed hat. He bites his lip and looks back down at the piece of paper. Swallowing the small amount of spit in his mouth, he unfolds the paper. 

The first thing that caught his eye was that the top half was ripped off, meaning…she kept his number! He smiles softly before looking at the words written. ‘Casey Blackstone. 555-????. No tricks, Max. Earn your treat.’ with a smiley face. The smile drops from his face for a moment before it shows up again. 

She didn’t give him her full number, but by the way she wrote this note, she might plan on giving it to him later! Hell, if she did keep his number, is she going to call him later? He looks back up toward the direction his blonde crush was walking to see her in the distance, walking with her friend. He bites the inside of his lip before putting the note into his pocket.

“What was that about?” Allison asks, glancing over her shoulder to see Max pedaling away on his bike.

“Oh, nothing.” Casey grins as she walks. “Just apologizing for embarrassing me in class.”

“Oh!” She nods before squealing softly. “Anyway! My mom said your costume will go great with ours.”

“Do I really have to be a peasant while your whole family, as well as their friends, are wearing  Masquerade outfits?” She groans slightly.

“She said there were only two dresses so she had to get you something else.” Allison says, shrugging.

“I knew I should have gotten the bunny costume when I had the chance.” Casey mumbles, walking down the road.

Max is ready to go back home to California. Today has been one of the worst days of his entire life. First, he embarrasses his crush in class. She said he didn’t, but he knows he did. Then he was stopped at the graveyard by two wanna-be rapper bullies, Jay and Ernie. Sorry, Ice - not Ernie. Lastly, they took his brand new shoes! 

His shoes! What jerks take someone else’s shoes? He had to pedal all the way back home in just his socks. It was so humiliating. He parks his bike next to the house and practically stomps up the stairs to the back door. Slamming the screen door open, he opens the wooden door that leads to the kitchen to see his mom and dad putting away items from their move. 

“Hey, Max!” His mom says, smiling at him. “Hey, how was school?”

“It fucking sucked.” He says, leaving the door open as he makes his way through the room. 

“Hey, hey, hey, watch your language.” His dad says, standing up from the floor.

He ignores him and starts walking up the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. 

“I can’t believe you made me move here!” He calls down before walking to his door. 

He slams his head against the wood, next to his name plate that he put there, causing his hat to bunch up. He sighs and smacks the door with the side of his fist. Taking a second to himself, he opens the door and throws his book bag onto the floor near to his drum set. He rips his hat off his head and throws it against the stairs in his room that leads to the window seat above. 

He shakes off his jacket as he walks and tosses it to the ground behind him. Trying to calm himself down, he sighs deeply as he looks out the window before glancing down at the fish tank he has beside his bed. He picks up their container of food.

“Hey, guys.” He says, leaning down to sprinkle some into the water. 

He puts the flakes down before sitting on his bed, laying back into the pillows. There was one good thing about today, though. She talked to him! He rolls away from his fish tank and grabs one of his extra pillows, cuddling it to his chest. He grins to himself as he thinks about her. Her voice. Her hair. Her smile…

“Oh, Cas.” He mumbles, smiling as he closes his eyes, imaging her right beside him. “You’re so soft. I just wanna hug…”

His closet doors slam open as a child's voice is heard.

“Boo!”

He jumps slightly, looking over his shoulder as he lets his pillow go. 

“Dani!” He snaps at his little sister who was hiding in his room. 

She laughs and squeals in victory as she claps, knowing she scared him. She runs toward him, still laughing and jumps over him to lay down. He sits up, raising an eyebrow at her as all his anger from the day comes back. 

“I scared you, I scared you!” She leans up so she’s close to his face. “Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha!”

He shakes his head but before he can speak, she lays back and throws her arms out, a smile still on her face.

“I’m Cas! Cas! Kiss me, I’m Cas!”

Embarrassed that his sister caught him daydreaming about his crush, he stands up and looks at her. 

“Mom and dad told you to stay out of my room!”

“Don’t be such a crab.” She says, standing up on his mattress before jumping up and down. “Guess what. You’re taking me trick-or-treating.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Not this year, Dani.”

“Mom said you have to.” Dani says, jumping off his bed, landing on her feet beside him. 

“Well, she can take you.” He says, turning to walk away. 

She grabs him by his sleeve and pulls him back.

“She and dad are going to a party at Town Hall.”

“Well, you’re eight! Go by yourself.” He says, pulling his shirt from her hand and walking to his drum set. 

He sits down as he grabs his sticks and immediately begins to play a beat, ignoring his sister as he closes his eyes. She sighs with a determined look on her face and walks over to him. 

“No way! This is my first time! I’ll get lost! Besides, it’s a full moon outside! The weirdos are out!” Noticing he isn’t backing down, Dani walks around the drum set to wrap her arms around her older brother’s shoulders forcing him to stop playing. “Come on, Max. Couldn’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night? Please…Come on. We used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating. Remember? It’ll be like old times.”

He shrugs her off and shakes his head. If he was going to willingly take her, that just ruined her chances.

“No. The old days are dead.” He says, beginning to play the same beat again. 

Dani puts her hands on her hips and glares at him. 

“It doesn’t matter what you say. You’re taking me!”

He instantly stops and looks at her, the same glare on his own face. 

“Wanna bet?”

He drops his sticks onto the Floor Tom drum and jumps up from his seat. He runs up the small flight of stairs, skipping a few steps and sits at the top, near the window seat, crossing his arms on his knees. His little sister stomps toward the stairs before putting her hands on her hips again. 

“MOM!!!!” She screams loudly.

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Don’t Leave

For @febuwhump Day 23: “Don’t leave.”

Dax Del Mar Masterlist

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow @outofangband @batfacedliar-yetagain - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

TW: pet whump, BBU, facility whump, male whump, creepy/intimate whumper, beating

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“You were amazing today. Other than that one little slip up in your pirouette…gorgeous. Such a good boy.” Dennison looks right into his trainee’s silver eyes, grabbing onto his delicate hips. The boy’s perched on his lap, lips slightly parted. 

“Thank you, Handler,” 479 says, bouncing in excitement.

Dennison’s been in this long enough to know it’s mostly a facade, that the boy’s eagerness is the only way to protect himself. But with 479? Dennison doesn’t mind pretending like everything is normal, like 479 really loves him. 

He sticks his thumb out and the boy leans forward to close his thumb around it. No teeth. Wonderful. Dennison pushes his thumb further into 479’s mouth. “Yeah, you’re good. So good.” He pulls his thumb back and wipes it off on 479’s shirt. 

479 whines at the loss, sticking his lower lip our and slumping forward against Dennison’s chest. 

Dennison laughs. “That’s cute.” Would the boy from the bar all those months ago, the high little spitfire, have done this for him? He’ll never know and part of him mourns that. “Alright, baby. I’ve got to get you back to your room.”

“No,” 479 whimpers. “Don’t leave.”

Dennison frowns. “You’re not allowed to say no, 479. And you were doing so good for me. Why’d you have to ruin it, huh? Why’d you have to go and say no?”

479 squeezes his eyes shit, a tear spilling down his cheek. “I’m sorry, Handler Dennison, please punish me, just please. Don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

His heart is breaking for the poor boy, it really is but he needs to make sure 479 learns his lesson. Pets don’t get to say no. They sign that away when they say yes to the contract. Dennison won’t be leaving his beautiful boy alone any time soon. He pushes 479 to the floor. “Position two, and put your hands behind your head. I think ten baton hits should suffice for your bratting.”

“Yes, Handler Dennison,” the boy whimpers, quickly moving into position.

“You’re going to count for me, I want to hear your pretty little voice.” Dennison stands up, circling his trainee. “Nothing fancy, just counting.” Damn, he’s in a mood today, fingers itching to his baton. He wants to beat 479 to a bloody pulp, he wants to cuddle him, he wants to break each of the boy’s fingers, he wants to kiss him stupid. 

“Yes, Handler.”

Dennison knows his boy doesn’t actually like the pain. He doesn’t train masochists like James Hanford down the hall does. 479 is just…lonely. And, apparently, needing behavioral correction. Dennison doesn’t turn the electricity on, rearing his arm back and striking 479 in the side. 

The trainee stiffens with the blow and chokes out, “One.”

“Good boy.” Dennison wants to fuck up 479 so bad that the jackass of a prospective, Levi Katz, won’t want him anymore. But he values his job too much. 

Dennison delivers another hit to the trainee’s back, and one across his shoulder blades, earning the correct numbers in response. “Good. Seven more.” Another hit.

The trainee’s voice wobbles. “F-four.”

“Steady, sweetness. If you’re good, I’ll take care of you after.” That doesn’t mean Dennison’s going to go easy. He slams the baton into 479’s ribs, and the trainee almost topples over, fighting the urge to lower his arms to protect himself. 

He doesn’t move, though. “Five.”

Dennison smiles wide. 479 takes the final hits well, his voice high pitched as he cries out, “Ten!”

“Relax, 479. Good job.” Dennison ruffles 479’s hair. “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you, Handler.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s get you on the heating mat, okay? You were such a good boy today.”

Neither one of them comments on how 479 shudders as Dennison places his hand on the boy’s lower back. 

[emmieloumay]

Champagne Woes

Summary: The before of 'The Gilded Cage' mission at the Mayor's house with the group getting ready at Shady Belle, with a +1. Sybil gets dolled up, Arthur struggles to get his words out, and Dutch is suave as hell - much to Arthur's frustration.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, fun, and a little sinful toward the end.

Words: 4716

I hope y'all enjoy! I've been sitting on this for weeks! I am a SLACKER

“I think this is too much, Mary-Beth.”

“Nonsense! You’ve got to blend in with those folks of high society!”

“Too overdone, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb, too underdone - well, you’ll not be able to show your face on those streets!”

“That’s… Reassuring, thank you Karen.”

Sybil holds her head still as the girls fuss with laying her curls onto her head. She hopes it looks alright as the mirrors in Shady Belle are all shattered. Her eyes drift toward the dress on the couch, then to Abigail as she walks in with dear Jack.

“Oh ain’t that beautiful!”

“Isn’t it? Dutch said he was quite proud of that find.”

“Dutch? No, it was Hosea wasn’t it?”

Sybil sighs. She hadn’t dared ask how the men acquired the new dress when they rode into camp with the boxes. But she protested quietly to them when they told her she would be the one joining their reconnaissance. Miss O’Shea had been drawing on and on all day about finally going out somewhere with Dutch. When he passed the boxed dress to Sybil, Sybil couldn’t help but feel the daggers of the scorned woman. Sybil had been led away quickly by Hosea as Molly and Dutch started to bicker.

Sybil, while lost in her thoughts, hissed and grumbled to them, “What on God’s earth are you doin’? I’m not a doll!”

Well, with the girls fussing, her hair fell from the pins and back onto her shoulders. There was a pause, a collective groan, and they backed away to give Sybil a look over.

“This shouldn’t be so hard!”

“I don’t understand why.”

“Could it be her hair?”

“She’s got a full head of it!”

Jack walks over to her and grins, while Sybil takes notice of another missing tooth.

“You look pretty, Aunt Sybil.”

“Well, aren’t you a pumpkin? Thank you, Jack.”

He giggles and Sybil takes him into her lap. Jack happily plays with one of his toys, content on sitting in her lap as the girls try again to do her hair with the help of Abigail and even Susan. The matron is quick to finish the work on her own while Sybil keeps Jack entertained with a story.

“Now that is how you do it, ladies.”

“It’s not going to fall out?”

“Of course not! I’ve been workin’ pins like that all my life - and you don’t see my hair movin’.”

Sybil smiles as she sets Jack on his feet.

“Do you think you can go and see how your Uncles are getting ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Thank you, Jack. Make sure they don’t come up here, as I’m going to be getting ready.”

“Okay, Auntie Syb!”

Jack rushes out of the room and heads downstairs to find either Dutch, Hosea, or Arthur. Sybil sighs in relief before going to shimmy out of her skirts and shirt while the girls open up a few of the boxes.

“Oh! They got you a whole new garter set!”

“Well, ain’t that… Sweet of them,” Sybil adds, unsure of how she feels about Dutch picking out intimates for her.

“Oh don’t think too hard on it, it’s all for the part!”

“Oh, they’ve gotten you gloves, new shoes!”

Karen looks over a shoe, while Susan holds up a sheet of sorts to give Sybil some privacy in changing out of her old set and into the new.

“These are all going into a chest when you get back, Miss Dennison.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m sure we can use it again for the girls.”

Susan adds, taking note of the door opening as Molly walks in. The air is laced with the giddiness of the party thoughts, but there is tension as Sybil goes through the finishing steps of her gettup. There are collective ‘oohs’ and ‘oh my gods’ as they take in the finished product.

From the silk ribbon around her neck, the pearly gloves that bunched just right, to the shoes that would be pinching her by the end of the night - one would not imagine that this dream in lilac shades was a country bumpkin outlaw.

“Well, ain’t you pretty!”

“Oh, you’re beautiful!”

“The men there won’t know what hit them!”

Sybil goes to twirl, smiling brightly at them as the fabric settles at her feet.

During the women’s fussing and work, Dutch, Hosea, and Arthur got ready together in the covering of Dutch’s tent. A bath in Saint Denis and the trip to the tailor filled their morning much to Arthur’s dismay. It weighs on his mind as he shaves his neck.

“Now, what do you think… Of this?”

Dutch had motioned to a dress as he glanced at Arthur. He was more focused on Hosea being fitted than Dutch’s words, simply waiting his turn.

“Hm?”

“The dress? For the lady joining us tonight? You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

“I… No, I haven’t. I’m sure she has a dress though.”

“Nonsense! We’ll get her that one. It’s a perfect pairing for the Mayor’s, don’t you think, Hosea?”

Hosea peered over.

“It’s quite nice. Nicer than anything she’s ever owned, I'd wager."

“What do you think, Arthur?”

Arthur shrugs his shoulders, mumbling a soft “I dunno” in return.

“We’ll take that dress in the lilac there, with… New shoes, stockings… Oh, maybe…”

Dutch stood, now enamored with this whole other idea of a lovely lady - be that Molly, Mary-Beth, or any of the camp women. Though Arthur had a particular head of honey curls cross his thoughts.

“You alright, Arthur?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sure.”

Hosea chuckles, slicking his hair back with a light dusting of pomade. Dutch snatched away Hosea’s comb to do his own with the hope of taming his curls and mustache from the Lemoyne humidity.

“You think Bill found a suit?”

“I’m sure he did, Dutch.”

“And Lenny and Charles managed to get the coach?”

“Just as we planned. Now, stop fussin’.”

Arthur chuckles as his own nerves bubble. He dabbles some cologne onto his neck as his eyes cut to the sudden, yet muffled laughing from the house. Of anyone to take along to this party, he couldn’t have imagined that Dutch would suggest Sybil. Not that Arthur didn’t trust her abilities to handle herself and get vital information.

This was different.

Arthur and her had gotten closer, maybe even sweet on each other. It's nothing they flaunt, but it's not been unnoticed. His once one track mind suffers in her presence, and the ideas of easy, reckless killing don't appeal to him. He doesn't wish to be the reason she ends up hurt, and he'll be damned if someone else causes it.

Hosea nudges Arthur from his thoughts as he helps with the top button of the dress shirt.

"Quit your sweating."

"I ain't sweating."

"I beg to differ. The pomade in your hair is coming loose."

Hosea grabs their overcoats as they walk over to the entryway of Shady Belle, watching with a smirk as Arthur fingers his hair into place again.

"You look fine, Arthur."

"I… You sure about this, Hosea? Bringin' her along? I'm just worried she'll…"

"She'll what?"

"... I'm worried she'll get hurt."

Hosea chuckles as he works on smoothing out his vest. Arthur shifts his weight as he fiddles with the cuffs of his jacket, eyeing the stairs.

"With you there, and the fact that it's a bunch of high society sissies? She's as safe as could be."

"Is she ready? We've got to get going!"

Dutch calls as he walks inside with Jack, who's had his hair playfully swiped to the side with pomade. He laughs, before rushing up the stairs.

"Auntie Sybil! Are you ready?!"

"Just about, Jack!"

Arthur grumbles as he paws at his necktie - the white fabric snaked around tightly without thought. Hosea chuckles and steps over to him. Slapping his hands away to fix the shoddy job, Hosea hums.

“You’re still sweating, Arthur.”

“It’s hot, Hosea.”

“I understand that and it isn’t going to get any easier tonight.”

He gives a knowing look while he steps away. Satisfied, he looks to the left and sighs at the state that is Bill Williamson. Everything is too tight, or too short. Hosea can’t help but be thankful his shoes and socks match, and that he’s had a bath.

“Well, let’s hope your lack of fitting pants isn’t noticed by the folk, hm?”

“I… I know. I couldn’t find a damn thing…”

Arthur snorts, giving his hair a last comb through as he hears Jack trundle down the stairs.

“She’s really pretty, Uncle Arthur!”

“Is she now?”

“Yeah! She looks like… Like a princess! From my storybooks!”

Arthur shakes his head as he helps Jack jump down the last few steps. A soft laugh catches his ear and his gaze falls toward the last landing.

Speechless. His thoughts flood with adoration and shock at the state of her, though it’s nothing short of in love. Arthur has always thought she is a woman of delicate beauty, a wildflower that blooms in rough soils, that holds firm in weathering storms. He’s always had something to say. But nothing he’d say now would convey how his heart rocks against his ribcage, the heavenly buzz on his brain, or how he wants to steal her away from the world and give her a life away from all of this rough and tumble.

In the seconds that pass Hosea watches this proudly. He hasn’t seen Arthur this flustered in years - at least not over a woman. Hosea can’t help but beam as the two seem lost in their own world, while the chatter and praise goes on around them. They’d do good, they’d be good… They are good.

Arthur hasn’t had a chance to even step forward and gather his thoughts to reach for her hand, before the strong aftershave of Dutch wakes him rudely.

“My, oh my… My dear Miss Dennison, you look heavenly!”

Dutch purrs, following his words with pointed steps up to take her and lead her the rest of the way, giving her a little twirl for the group. This has left Arthur flustered, his swell of pride deflating as he watches Dutch.

He has the perfect things to say, with the suaveness to match. Arthur bows his head momentarily, knowing he’d not have the same effect - not even if he tries. He turns his head as Hosea pats his arm, an apologetic nod meeting his gaze.

“We better get going. Don’t want to miss this.”

“Sure thing.”

“We’ll be back! Micah, Javier? Keep an eye on the place, if you please!”

“Sure thing, Hosea.”

Sybil will never ask how they snatched this carriage, but the horses are well fed and clean, and the seating is plush. No one would be the wiser that it was more than likely stolen. It is a tight squeeze but all five seem to fit comfortably.

“Take us away, Mr. Summers!”

“Of course, Dutch!”

Sybil makes attempts to keep her skirts from overwhelming them, laughing as there is a quick shift around. According to Mary-Beth, being stuck in a fanciful carriage with four rugged outlaws would be an amazing start to a romance. Though all Sybil could think was how Arthur reacted when he saw her. She’d hold that rush of romance close to her heart - adoring how well he filled out his suit, with his cleaned hair and beard. Though his eyes that were hardened by years of caravanning and rough upbringing observed her with the softest of suns.

What she’d give to have him to herself without the stress of appearances lingering over their heads.

A pop of a champagne bottle pulls her from her window, finding a filled glass being cupped into her fingers by Dutch. He grins, before chatting loudly to the others as they took glasses and drank. The champagne is warm and the sprinkling of bubbles tickles her throat. Dutch leans forward to fill a glass again for Bill, giving Sybil a chance to catch Arthur’s eyes. The poor man smiles sheepishly before he turns away - rubbing his fingers over the edge of his glass.

God above, this was going to be a long night.

The carriage ride into town soon lacks tension and is filled with bubbling laughter. Sybil doesn’t remember what started it, but she has no doubt it was something Hosea said. Her thoughts had been swimming with the passing Saint Denis street lights and the lull of the carriage wheels.

Dutch pulls a second bottle of champagne as the others snort and come down from their fits.

“We are ridiculous!”

“Utterly!”

Arthur takes a glass again as he catches his breath.

“I ain’t ever been to a ball in my life,” he adds while glancing down to Sybil. She’s occupying herself with a fan, hoping to keep what little makeup she has on. He catches her peek over the thinly carved wood and melts at the smile in her eyes.

“Nor have I, if I’m being honest,” Dutch interjects as he fills up the glasses of Bill and Hosea.

Hosea does not drink as he continues the conversation with a glimmer of remembrance.

“I used to quite often! There could be fine pickings.”

“Of course you’d be the one to talk their way into high society, Hosea,” Sybil chimes in with a laugh. Dutch though firmly, but lightly interrupts with a scolding eye toward his partner in crime.

“Oh, no, no, no, no. No pickpocketing! We are here to make real contacts.”

“What kind of contacts?” Arthur comments, truly unaware of what sort of contacts would be here. He prays they aren’t related to anything too disruptive. Dutch shrugs, setting his top hat on his knee.

“Well I don’t know. We’ll find what we can.”

He continues with a chuckle, looking to the others with a glint of mischief.

“All I know for sure is we are going to a party at the mayor’s house and the guest of honor is the worst crook in town,” he adds with a toothy grin, “I’m sure we will find something!”

They all laugh and shake their heads at the idea. Arthur raises his glass, drowning out his nerves with the idea of good fortunes.

“Okay!”

Sybil smiles, raising her glass before passing it to a nervous Bill. He is lost on the idea of this, but he’s better than the alternative of having Micah along - Bill at least understands cues to shut up when he needs to. Her ears perk up to a soft knock from the front of the carriage as it slows.

“Here we go, folks. Smiles and good manners.”

She nods, taking in a breath as Dutch and Bill switch places to allow him to exit at the head of the group. The hum of the party meets their ears as the carriage door is opened by Dutch.

“My Lady.”

Sybil stands carefully with a helping hand from Hosea, before Dutch leads her down from the carriage, followed by Hosea, Bill, and finally Arthur. She sighs softly, finding herself linked with Dutch as he struts forward to show their joint invitations. The man, dressed smartly with a fake air of ‘happy to be here’ tone bows his head to them. As well-dressed as they appear, he seems to have an idea of who they are.

“Gentleman! I’m afraid the mayor does not allow guns at official functions after last year’s incident.”

Sybil raises her brows, though nothing more is said. Her eyes trail toward the house as the men pass over their guns, all reluctant but compliant. They are set aside in a box, which is promptly set with a lock. The man offers a dry smile, before motioning to another gentleman.

“Luca here will take you to Mr. Bronte, I believe he is expecting you.”

Luca smiles brightly, taking an eager step toward the house. Dutch offers his arm to her, which she takes with a small smile - though she casts a glance back to the rest of them and gives a reassuring smile as they step closer to the massive manor.

“This way please. Signor Bronte will be so pleased that you made it.”

Dutch pats Sybil’s hand as he speaks, taking his eyes from her to the back of Luca’s head, “We are honored to be here.”

“That’s wonderful, wonderful. Come come, this way.”

Sybil is lost on the small talk, her eyes wide at the grandeur of patterned floors, gold accents, and high columns. The servants scurry about to look busy and show face but there is no doubt they’ve dusted that mantle eight times today. Sybil sighs and is drawn back to the group as Dutch passes her to Hosea and Bill.

“Hosea, Bill, you take Miss Dennison and join the party. We’ll meet you out back after we pay our respects to Signor Bronte.”

“Of course, we won’t go far.”

Sybil smiles at Arthur, though is careful in stepping close to fix his tie and smooths out his sleeve. A kind smile floats between them before they part. She now focuses on Bill as they step out to the party.

“Bill Williamson, I cannot believe how you’re lookin’ right now. Ah! Do not hide away from me.”

She sternly holds him in place with a glance as she goes to fix his tie, straighten his jacket and smooth out his shirt. Bill lets her, not wishing too much of a fuss, much to Hosea’s amusement.

“I am really sorry about it.”

“Oh… Don’t be, Bill,” she adds. Her fingers grip at the fan and her eyes drift over the party. “I’m just… I’m nervous. I have no idea how to blend in to all of this, and I just want y'all to have an easier time.”

Sybil huffs and shakes her head. “I ain’t nothing more than a pleasant distraction.”

“Well… You are pleasant lookin’, Miss Dennison. I mean… You…”

“Thank you, Bill, that’s kind of you.”

She pats his arm, smiling kindly at him as he nods in return. Sybil attempts to relax her stance as she fans herself but the shoes make it hard to do. A part of her prays Arthur and Dutch don’t spend the whole night with the devil that is Signor Bronte. No matter if he’s given them a chance to walk through the city on his orders, that he was ‘sorry’ for the misunderstanding - that man held poor Jack without much of a thought! Sybil’s rage bubbles up to her throat, but she composes herself. She wouldn’t be any help if she gets hotheaded.

Hosea and Bill are chatting mindlessly as they scope out the Saint Denis high society.

“So much for a party… This ain’t nothin’ more than a social.”

“It’s political - or more of a business meeting.”

Bill nods, though doesn’t take much thought into it as Dutch’s voice breaks through the noise.

“Gentleman… Madam… Let’s go ingratiate ourselves.”

A sigh of quiet relief leaves Sybil as the two walk up.

“Did everything go alright with him?”

“Just about… But he isn’t our problem tonight,” Arthur comments.

He takes a brief look over the party before focusing back on her, watching her brow knit in thought.

“Really, it ain’t anything we need to talk about now. At least not in … ‘proper’ company.”

“Oh, oh. I hear you now.”

Arthur’s palms are beading with sweat. Maybe it would have been a good idea to buy those gloves, but he’d take them off anyways - too constricting. Though, his thoughts bubble with annoyance as Dutch takes Sybil carefully by the arm. Linking them together as a pair. Dutch beams proudly as he mumbles to Arthur with a pointed smile.

“Go find the mayor if you can, and stay outta trouble. And steal nothing… Unless it’s information.”

“Of… Course.”

“Madam, shall we?”

Dutch leads Sybil away, leaving Arthur empty handed and fuming.

“You know… You’ve got to be a little more quick on the draw, my boy.”

Hosea mumbles in passing, leaving Arthur lost in his words before he disappears into the party with a huff.

“Little more quick? Bah.”

---

The party draws on, and Sybil is lost to Dutch’s words. Being hooked to a man of words is a dull and fruitless labor that leaves the mind dead and yearning for attractive conversation. Her eyes have stolen longing glances at Arthur when he’s found the time to pass by. No doubt he has checked on Hosea and Bill, sniffed around, and wooed a woman or two. Sybil nods her head to the gaggle of men and their wives as she gently pulls from Dutch.

“Something the matter, my dear?”

“Oh, it’s… Quite cramped here. I’m just going to get a bit of air.”

Dutch turns back to the conversation within seconds of her finishing her sentence, leaving the group in laughter as Sybil excuses herself. The hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and corks popping is disruptive to cohesive thoughts, leaving her craving the numbing effects of whisky. To her disappointment all she can find is bottles of half-emptied champagne. Her fingers wrap around the neck of the glass, pouring an amount that she’d not touch. Besides, it’s warm, and the bubbles are unpleasant now. Sybil, not wishing to be rude, carries the glass with her while she makes her way out from the group.

A sigh of relief follows quick steps to the gazebo on the end of the pier. Swampy air fills her lungs, clearing out the waves of perfume from her nose and allowing Sybil a moment of clarity. Her champagne is dumped into the water below, disturbing a resting gator by the sounds of it. This is not how she pictured this night to go - lonely, all dolled up, and debating jumping into the swamp below to an awaiting predator with beady red eyes. Her own eyes zone out to a point in the sky, her thoughts clouding her senses - oblivious to the careful steps of an outlaw.

He doesn’t dare let himself be found, wishing to not disturb the picture before him. How he studied, wishing to engrain this to memory. There is no doubt she will haunt his sleep, with ghosts of smiles and ‘what ifs.’ He doesn’t know if he could continue with her ghosts. Not with his past.

Arthur decides it’s best to clear his throat, which catches Sybil’s attention after a second try.

“Oh.”

“I don’t mean to disturb you, well… Yes, I do.”

He steps forward, his brow knit with concern as he studies her face. He fights the urge to take her arms and attempt comfort, but his hand waves with his words.

“What are you doin’ out here on your own? I thought Dutch would be showing you off as the crown jewel of Saint Denis?”

“I wished for time to myself. The conversation is dull, political, and not for the ladies. But the gossip alone is a disaster. Hosea could conjure up better lies.”

“Ha! You’re not wrong… I heard him talking about trade in Canada, with a long bit about maple syrup of all things.”

“Good ole Hosea.”

They share a quiet chuckle, staring off at the sky before Arthur straightens and offers his hand to her. He’s made an attempt to iron out his nerves, though the wrinkles form in a hesitant breath.

“Would you be willin’ to join me? I’ve got to… Go let the mayor know I dealt with the man botherin’ him.”

Sybil takes his hand before he can talk himself out of his own offer, before trailing it up his arm to the crook of his elbow.

“Of course I would, Arthur.”

With a leading step, they rejoin the noise and music as a couple. Arthur brings them around to the Mayor, who thanks him immensely. Much to her surprise, Sybil does recognise the name of Evelyn Miller, and she holds back a chuckle as the conversation is interrupted again.

She tugs on Arthur’s sleeve, making him bend to listen.

“Has Dutch met his idol yet?”

“Hell if I know. Mr. Bronte pointed him out to us on the balcony, so I thought he’d come over…”

Arthur shrugs with her as they chuckle to each other and go back to listening. He knows to listen, and listen well but the conversation is nothing short of lifeless. His attention is drawn to Sybil’s fidgeting at his side. She shifts her weight and pulls him from the conversation with a polite nod to the mayor and a soft ‘excuse us.’ His brow cocks, and he follows her steps. Sybil comes to a stop with a grumble on her lips.

“These… Damn shoes.”

Amusement cracks a smile as he watches her shrink in size, and sigh to the heavens.

“Better?”

“Mmmm, mhm.”

He’s knit his brow together, fighting with himself as he catches his eyes falling to her lips. The rouge they girls applied had worn off, but he didn’t remember the color. All he could think was how this night could have been different.

Dutch snatched that chance away at the beginning, but Arthur is determined to finish this night on a high note. A breath leaves him as he mumbles her name and wraps her hands into his. Her eyes are left blinking and wide, focused on him with a question he wouldn’t answer just yet.

Arthur wanders summer fields and river reeds, finding the sun between the leaves of a willow as the light peeks through in the morning. Soft and embracing, he knows that he’s lost for good in her gaze, but forever found into the safety of her smile. His rests a hand lightly to her jaw, letting that thumb brush her skin. The race of his heart is unreadable as she leans into his palm and meets his gaze.

Mountain ice runs deep with the chill of unspoken hardship, but a soft, warm sun peeks through - it’s melting, and Sybil takes in their valleys of ache, waiting to be enveloped by a soft halo of gold. It hides in the shadows of liquor and death, but the angels still bless those who try.

Arthur claims her with a low hum and pulls her in by her waist - much to her approval. He feels her hands rub from his chest to his shoulders to grasp at his jacket with a wish to be closer, but he can only give so much. This isn’t the time, nor the place - but he will indulge, if just a little.

Thankful for the lack of collar, he takes his hand from her jaw to rest on the skin of her neck. A hitch of her breath pulls a smirk from him. Arthur traces his thumb over the pearl-toned ribbon, watching her now as they break away. Her foggy eyes focus briefly, and he continues to drag his thumb back and forth across the front of her neck - slipping under the ribbon.

There is a lazy continuance to the kiss as both soak in the high - though it doesn’t live long as Arthur pulls away at the fireworks above. Sybil’s hand rests on his chest and she feels his heart stop then race, before calming again as he realises the pops he’s hearing isn’t gunfire. There is a breath of relief as his shoulders relax and he leans down, his forehead rests on hers as they laugh softly. His thumb taps the front of her neck while his eyes drift up to hers.

“Damn, woman…”

Sybil giggles, kissing his jaw before she moves to his side to watch the fireworks. She smiles brightly as Arthur adjusts his hand to rest on her waist to keep her close as they marvel at the colorful display. Standing there, the world is not weighing on their shoulders.

“... Mr. Cornwall, he… He is blowing up the phones, I’m sorry, Monsieur.”

Arthur tilts his head to the side, unable to believe his ears as he listens in between the chatter and fireworks. He knows he cannot ignore this, but his feet root to the cobblestone in defiance. Though, it does not last long as he hears a familiar huff and gets whiff of strong aftershave.

“Did he just mention Cornwall?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Go find out why.”

“... Sure. Sybil, I’ll be back.”

“Be careful, Arthur...”

“O’course..”

[recentanimenews]

Kakegurui xx Lights Up SINoALICE with New Characters and Events

  Earlier this month, it was announced that mobile game SINoALICE would be crossing over with intense high school gambling anime Kakegurui xx. Global servers had a little longer to wait, but the time has come — starting today, the stars of the anime can join your team!

  The game's official YouTube channel dropped a new trailer today, showing us more of what's in store:

    The event's new storyline, titled "Fairytale Gamblers," transports the Little Match Girl from the Library of SINoALICE to Kakegurui's Hyakkaou Private Academy, where she must gamble to survive. She's forced into the role of a pet after sliding to the bottom of the hierarchy — but then "another Little Match Girl appears..."

  Players will be able to earn the special collab class Yumeko Jabami/Breaker as a login bonus during the event:

    RELATED: Sentai Filmworks Announces Kakegurui xx English Dub Cast Ahead of Home Video Release

  Other collab classes can be summoned via the event's "Wager on the Tank" Step Grimoire. Up for grabs are Sayaka Igarashi/Paladin, Kirari Momobami/Sorcerer, Mary Saotome/Crusher, and Little Match Girl/Hyakkaou Private Academy (who appears to be functionally a Minstrel):

    Midari Ikishima/Gunner will also be available as a bonus in a Twilight Crystal purchase package (note: transaction requires real money):

    RELATED: Code Geass Gets a Yoko Taro Makeover for SINoALICE Collaboration

  All characters are voiced by their original anime voice actors, so look forward to new dialogue from all your favorites!

    An original merch giveaway is also underway. Follow the game's official social media accounts, and you're on your way to winning one of 10 Kakegurui xx collab T-shirts. Check out the entry terms and privacy policy for more info.

  The event is rolling as we speak, and will be available on mobile until May 10. This marks just one of many collabs the Yoko Taro game has had with popular anime — previous events have featured characters from Higurashi When They Cry, Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World-, Code Geass, and Black Butler, to name a few.

  © 2017-2022 Pokelabo Inc./SQUARE ENIX CO., LTD. All Rights Reserved.

  Source: Press Release

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Kara Dennison is the book reviewer for Sci-Fi Magazine and a regular features writer for Otaku USA Magazine. Follow her on Twitter @RubyCosmos, and read more at KaraDennison.com.

By: Kara Dennison

[diamcndgirl]

have you ever thought to yourself, “hmm, i love one direction and i love waltrp... i wonder what would happen if we gave every taken character a one direction song that reminds me of them??” well, don’t worry because even if it never crossed your mind because it did for me. i’m back once again with another silly little #waltmeme for you with songs by one direction or their solo albums that remind me of your characters. the choices can have something to do with a certain lyric, the title, or just the all around vibe it gives me that makes me think of them. don’t worry everything is under ‘read more’ and in alphabetical order-- or whatever order the taken list is in. p.s. not everyone has a blurb. but i still had a reason for everyone. if you really wanna know why just dm me and i'll give an explanation. love u mean it.

ALEJANDRO DIAZ - STOLE MY HEART / ONE DIRECTION

“you stole my heart with just one look” alejandro, my love, my heart. it’s clear the reason i chose this song is because it talks about having something stolen. but, you and your band of misfit criminal friends can steal my heart any day.

AURORA CAPULET - LITTLE THINGS / ONE DIRECTION

“i can’t let these little things slip out of my mouth” aurora you may be thinking.. this song talks about all my imperfections why would you pick such a thing? oh no! it’s not because i think you’re imperfect at all. it’s because i’m totally in love with all the little things that make you who you are.. and not to mention i couldn’t not give you a ballad. 

ANNA ARNADALR - HEY ANGEL / ONE DIRECTION

“hey angel do you ever try to come to the other side?” this whole song has anna vibes. anna, you’re an angel.. did you know that? well, angel… when you aren’t busy trying to fix your sisterly connection come to the other side and hang out with me.

BECKHAM TEAGUE - NICE TO MEET YA / NIALL

“i want your number tattooed on my arm in ink i swear.” the song, the lyrics, the vibe all just fits beckham’s personality very well. 

BENNET DOE - SWEET CREATURE / HARRY

“sweet creature running through the garden oh where nothing bothered us.”  sweet, soft, and lovely bennet.. sweet creature is one of my favorite songs in the world and it reminds me so much of you. i couldn’t pick a character better than you to give it to. 

BARLEY LIGHTFOOT - CANYON MOON / HARRY

“i keep thinking back to a time under the canyon moon.” lyrically this song doesn’t fit you, barley. not truly. but, aesthetically it reminds me of you very much. you’re adventurous and a little out there just like this harry styles tune. the bridge especially gives me a vibe of riding around in guinevere out on an adventure.

CASSANDRA JAGER - ONLY THE BRAVE / LOUIS

“tall stories on the page, short glories on the fade.” cassandra reminds me of strength and being brave (wink wink). and this song just reminds me of you, cass. though short it gives me a feeling like i can kick some ass. 

DANI DENNISON - THROUGH THE DARK / ONE DIRECTION

“oh i will carry you over fire and water for your love and i will hold you closer hope your heart is strong enough.” i love dani.. like really really love your sweet soul. she’s the cutest truly. just the sound and lyrics remind me so much of her and her heart to help the ones she cares about. 

DAPHNE BLAKE - LITTLE BLACK DRESS / ONE DIRECTION

“i wanna see the way you move for me, baby” clearly this song isn’t anything to write home about lyrically. but, when i hear this song i get all excited and ready to go take on the world. something about it makes me feel like i’m the hottest girl in the room and it should go to the hottest girl in the room.. which is you, daphne.

ELIZABETH MCQUEEN - WOMAN / HARRY 

“i hope you can see, the shape that I’m in while he’s touching your skin.” hi elizabeth.. this song is just hot. you’re just hot.. i really am jealous of monty and would take his place at any given moment if you let me.

ELSA ARNADALR - DON’T LET IT BREAK YOUR HEART / LOUIS

“don’t you let it kill you even when it hurts like hell. oh, whatever tears you apart don’t let it break your heart.” elsa, you’re truly the strongest girl i know. this song just radiates that energy of getting over what you’ve been through and not letting it break you down. 

EMILY LORELEYN - BLUE / ZAYN

“in the clouds where the angels sing. in your eyes, where i wanna be and her smile is all i see….. i need someone to love me blue.” emily is a goddess okay.. like she’s so beautiful and kindhearted. this song is so beautiful and then also the ‘love me blue’. reminds me of her origin and how she waited for love until she passed and turned blue. 

EUGENE FITZHERBERT - ONE WAY OR ANOTHER (TEENAGE KICKS) / ONE DIRECTION

“and when the lights are all out.. i’ll follow your bus downtown.” oh horace.. this whole song just fits you so well.. the teenage kicks mashup with the joan jett classic. it just embodies you so well. i don’t think i could’ve picked a better song for you. 

FLORIAN CHARMONT - NIGHT CHANGES / ONE DIRECTION

FRANCIS KYDD - SOMETHING GREAT / ONE DIRECTION

“come on, jump out at me. come on, bring everything. is it too much to ask for something great? the script was written and i could not change a thing. i want to rip it all to shreds and start again.” there isn’t a real lyrical reason i picked this song for you, francis. just something about it made me think of you. just gave me a feeling that it was theatrical enough for you, dear.

FRAN BERNOULLI - NO CONTROL / ONE DIRECTION

“i just can’t get enough of you the pedal’s down, my eyes are closed. no control” did i pick this song because you’re a race car driver and it made me giggle… yes, and because i haven an uncontrollable crush on you, fran. 

FRED FREDRICKSON - SAVE YOU TONIGHT / ONE DIRECTION

“i, i wanna save you. wanna save your heart tonight. he’ll only break ya. leave you torn apart inside.” fredzilla, my absolute favorite hero. i dedicate this to you. simple but effective.

FREDDY JONES - END OF THE DAY / ONE DIRECTION

GEORGIE FOXWORTH - SOUR DIESEL / ZAYN

GRACELYNN MOON - HAPPILY / ONE DIRECTION

this is my favorite one direction song, gracie and i’m giving it to you. so take care of it and understand that it’s upbeat sound reminds me of you and your cute behind.

HADES VASILIKAS - STOCKHOLM SYNDROME / ONE DIRECTION

you steal people. but if you stole me.. i’d fall in love. that’s all really.

HAVEN LEMOS - STEAL MY GIRL / ONE DIRECTION

HERCULES ZERVOUS - STRONG / ONE DIRECTION 

get it because you’re strong? hehe.

HOWL PENDRAGON - ILLUSION / ONE DIRECTION

IAN LIGHTFOOT - MAGIC / ONE DIRECTION

JACK FROST - LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW / LIAM

i’m sorry but i’m not sorry i chose this song for you, jack. feel free to hate me forever. 

JIM HAWKINS - WE MADE IT / LOUIS

KIARA SANTUCCI - NOBODY COMPARES / ONE DIRECTION

LILO PELEKAI -  SHE’S NOT AFRAID / ONE DIRECTION

LOGAN TEAGUE - TEENAGE DIRTBAG / ONE DIRECTION

LUCA PAGURO - SUMMER LOVE / ONE DIRECTION

MAEL CALCIFER - FIREPROOF / ONE DIRECTION

“i’m feeling something deep inside. hotter than a jet stream burning up.” i’d only want to be fireproof for you, mael. there is just something about you that wins my heart. i’d walk through fire for you.

MAVIS VADUVA - 

MEG DIMITRIOU - SHE / HARRY 

MOLLIE SILVER - KISS YOU / ONE DIRECTION

MONTY MCQUEEN - ROCK ME / ONE DIRECTION

“hit the pedal heavy metal, show me you care.” not only do i want you to rock me, monty. the only reason i chose this song is because i have a nascar inspired shirt for this and it reminds me of you. 

NALA OMITA - NEW ANGEL / NIALL HORAN

NUKA LEU - PILLOWTALK / ZAYN

ORION BARTHOLOMEW - KIWI / HARRY 

orion, are we sure you’ve never had a woman accuse you of being her baby daddy? either way, this songs vibe just makes sense for you, dear.

PENELOPE HAINLINE - GIRL ALMIGHTY / ONE DIRECTION

“she floats through the room on a big balloon. some say she’s such a fake that her love is made up.” penny, you are aware you’re the literal coolest girl in the world this song just proves it more. 

PHILIP CHARMONT - WOLVES / ONE DIRECTION

REAGAN CYMBELINE - SUNFLOWER VOL 6 / HARRY

“sunflower my eyes want you more than a melody.” reagan, besides the fact you’re a literal walking and talking sunflower there is just a sweet feeling i get when i hear this song and its the same feeling i get when i think of you. 

RITA HOLDEN - ONLY ANGEL / HARRY 

SADIE TEAGUE - KILL MY MIND / LOUIS

SIMBA SANTUCCI - TIO / ZAYN

SHAGGY ROGERS  - WHAT A FEELING / ONE DIRECTION

SOPHIE HATTER - ADORE YOU / HARRY

THACKERY BINX - SMALL TALK / NIALL

VITANI LEU - MIDNIGHT MEMORIES / ONE DIRECTION

“tell me that i’m wrong but i do what i please.” vitani, if anyone in elias is gonna say fuck you i’m doing what i want.. it’s you. 

VELMA DINKLEY  - BACK FOR YOU / ONE DIRECTION

VIDIA BELLEFONTE - SHE / ZAYN

WALLY AXIOM - PERFECT / ONE DIRECTION

WILL TURNER - LIKE I WOULD / ZAYN

[jeffswineyshammer]

this isn't even getting into the problems caused by casually referring to people as "dude" when u really should Not do that.

ur tags on the like and literally post oh god you too???

LITERALLY

"i'm from california originally."

"yeah, i could tell from the way you talk."

[ffakc]

If I Only Had a Heart - a Denny Duquette story

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and I may have thrown in a few lines from Grey’s Anatomy, which again, are all Shonda’s! This was inspired by my own real life job as a barista at a hospital and seeing the coffee cart on Grey’s. Hope y’all enjoy the fluffy goodness!

I stroke my boyfriend’s hair and kiss his forehead. His eyelids were heavy and the monitor beeped rhythmically. It was the first time since before being diagnosed that his heart was beating properly. I run my fingers over his stubbly cheek.

“You’re done, Denny. You’re done. You’ve got a new heart, baby,” I rub his hand, tears welling up in my eyes. Denny grimaces in his deep slumber. A large tube was jammed down his throat. I had just sat through the longest eight hours of my life, all I wanted was to hear Denny say, “I love you.”

“He did amazing, Mrs. Duquette,” Dr. Stevens stands in the doorway, massaging hand sanitizer into her hands.

“Why do you have to eating that when I’m NPO?” Denny teases.

“Mmm. Lo mein and honey walnut shrimp,” I wave the chopsticks in his face.

“Get fucked,” my boyfriend laughs.

“Language, Dennison,” Dr. Burke smiles as he places his stethoscope on my boyfriend’s hairy chest.

“Uh oh, full name. Look’s like Dad’s mad at me! Will you hand me my bag, doll face?” I grab Denny’s black backpack. “Let me see, let me see. Where did I put it?”

“What are looking for?” Denny ignores me, continuing to rifle through his belongings. “Ah,” he smiles at me, “There it is.” He drops his bag to the side of the bed and opens a small velvet box.

“What is that? Denny Duquette, you’ve done lost your ever loving mind!” I imitate his vaguely southern twang. He laughs heartily.

“You sound like my mother.”

“You’re crazy,” I kiss his ice cold lips.

“Crazy for you. Will you marry me?” Denny sighs, wheezing slightly, he always got short of breath when he was emotional. He gasps for air as a single tear falls from his eyelashes.

“Baby, breathe,” I giggle, cupping his cheek in my hand, “Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Hey, he’s okay!” Dr. Stevens rubs my shoulder. “I know all the equipment hooked up to him looks really scary, but it’s to monitor his condition. He doesn’t need machines to be kept alive anymore,” the gorgeous blonde woman smiles reassuringly.

“No more battery packs?” I grin through the tears.

“No more battery packs. He’ll wake up here in the next few hours. The restraints are so he doesn’t freak out and try to pull his breathing tube out, which will come out this time tomorrow. He’ll be in the ICU for the next week, and then we’ll transfer him to the cardiac treatment unit. Here, I have something for you. Well, it’s really for Denny’s recovery,” Dr. Stevens hands me a heart shaped pillow with a permanent marker for me to sign. “It helps with the pain from the incision and his sternum being cracked. Coughing or sneezing can feel like breaking a bone.” I wince at the thought and open the marker.

“My darling Denny, I love you more than words can explain. I can’t wait to call you my ‘husband’ when you get out of here. You’re mine, baby. Forever and ever.”

***

Denny opened the door to our cozy, one bedroom apartment.

“Home at last! Thank GOD!” he smiles, “It sure smells like home,” he inhales the sweet aroma of candles and a savory roast I had made in the slow cooker to welcome him home after a full month of recovering at Seattle Grace. He wraps his arms around me. I tilt my head up and kiss my boyfriend.

“I forgot how tall you are,” I smile.

“I know,” he whispers and strokes my hair. I run my fingers over the long, healing scar on his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly to allow his skin to breathe after being bandaged for so long. He rocks me back and forth. I begin to shed a few tears. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” I cry into his flannel shirt.

“Do what, baby? What’s wrong? I’m okay now!” Denny chuckles and kisses my forehead.

“Scare the shit out of me. I thought I was going to lose you,” I wipe away the wetness on my cheeks.

“I know, honey. I was scared too. Every single day, I was wondering if this would be the day I close my eyes and don’t wake up. You know how much I hate hospitals.”

“I know you do. I can’t imagine my life without you, honey.”

“And I feel the same. Heaven would be nice, but I wouldn’t be able to take you with me. But it’s over now. I have a new lease on life. I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you,” Denny squeezes me close.

“I love you, Denny.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” a coy smile crosses his lips. I kiss him, tugging at his soft brunette locks.

“Yeah?”

“Dr. Burke cleared me for physical activity,” he raises his eyebrows with his signature charming smirk that made me fall head over heels that fateful day in the Seattle Grace coffee shop.

“Hello there,” a gravelly voice speaks up. I glance up from my morning temperature logs and stock lists. “Are you open?” A tall, insanely handsome, dark haired man stands before me. A warm smile graces his tanned face. He has two black straps affixed to his chest over his slim fitted t shirt.

“Of course! I mean, yes, hi!” I stammer over my words, making a fool of myself in front of. My face reddens as I grab a marker.

“Hi!” he chuckles, matching my goofy tone. I can hardly think straight.

“What can I get for you?” I ask politely.

“I’ve never been here before actually. Nice place you’ve got-“

“Hey Denny!” Dr. Burke pops up behind the man.

“Hey, Dr. Burke! You caught me, I needed a little pick me up,” the man now named Denny winked at me.

“No judgment here, sir. Contrary to popular belief, people with heart failure CAN drink caffeine,” he holds up two slender fingers, “Just two shots of espresso with a Splenda, please.”

“You get your coffee, it’s on me today,” Denny says. Dr. Burke’s pager beeps loudly.

“That’s very kind of you!” he glances at the pager. “Gotta run! See you next month!” the doctor chugs the shots quickly and tosses the cup in the trash.

“Now, where were we?” Denny says. “Oh yeah, I’m Denny, you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me in the coming months because my heart is failing me,” he jokes.

“Hi Denny! I’m (name). It’s nice to meet you! You said your heart is failing you, hm?” I’m glad it wasn’t too busy, because I wanted to look into those hazel eyes for hours.

“Sure is. See these straps? They’re attached to a battery pack running this ol’ ticker. I used to be a ranch hand before I became a weak, sick bastard. Anyway, sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.”

“Don’t apologize,” I grin. “I hear people’s stories all the time at this job. Kind of comes with working in a hospital, I guess,” I shrug, “What sounds good today, hon?”

“‘Hon’? Oh my, I didn’t know we were on that level yet! I’ve never been here before actually. What do you recommend?”

“Well, I’m pretty simple. This time of year, I really like a dark roast with some cream and a smidge of peppermint. But when I’m feeling like treating myself, I love a white mocha, iced with no whipped cream is my personal preference.” Denny cocks an eyebrow. Warmth gathers between my thighs.

“What if I did an iced white mocha with peppermint? That sounds like a candy cane in a cup! Let’s do a large, because why not?”

“Alright, so with Dr. Burke’s order, your total is $6.17. I gave you an employee discount, because I do what I want,” I tease.

“Hell yeah you do. Here, sweet girl. Keep the change,” he hands me a $20. I whipped around and begin preparing his beverage. Denny bit his lower lip as he looked me up and down. I grabbed the marker with a smirk and did something I’ve always wanted to do.

“There you go! I hope you enjoy that!” his hand grazes mine as he grabs the cup. He shoves a straw in and takes a sip.

“Wow, that’s tasty! What’s this? 406- Oh, you sly dog. I guess I’ll text you later, pretty little thing,” he blows me a kiss. I have a feeling this man and I are going to get along swimmingly.

“Did he now?” Denny begins sucking my neck and moaning in my ear. A shiver courses through my body as he cups my breasts in his massive hands. I missed my boyfriend’s touch. “Mmm, babe. Your hands are warm.”

“I forgot what it feels like to have a normal body temperature,” Denny chuckles, “Oh man, my blood’s pumpin’ in the right direction now, that’s for sure,” he gestures downwards. “Now, go put on that outfit that Daddy loves so much,” he gives my backside a light squeeze and I scamper to the bedroom. I slip out of my sweatpants and my boyfriend’s t-shirt. The smell of his cologne lingered on the fabric, giving me comfort on those nights I had to sleep alone. I put on Denny’s favorite crimson and black teddy and add a quick spritz of perfume.

“Alright, baby. I’m ready,” I call out to the living room. Denny kicks off his boots and ambled into the bedroom with a wide smile.

“Baby doll,” Denny clicks his tongue.

“You like?”

“Oh god,” he clutches his chest, “You’re going to make Daddy’s heart stop and it’s brand new,” he laughs. He pulls me down onto the bed with him and kisses me all over.

“I love you,” I moan.

“And I love you, Mrs. Duquette.”

***

“Oh baby! Oh god, baby girl, Daddy loves you so much,” Denny rasps.

“Oh Daddy, yes! Mmm, Denny, I’ve missed you so much. It’s been so long,” I whine. Denny digs his fingernails into my hips as his eyes roll back. He finishes inside me.

“You feel too damn good,” he moans against my neck. “I didn’t last very long,” he chuckles. I smile and trace my hand over his abdomen as I breathe heavily, my whole lower body pulsating with pleasure. Denny pulls out gently and lays next to me. He wraps his strong arms around me.

“It’s so nice to feel your heart race and it’s not atrial fibrillation!” I giggle excitedly.

“Say it again,” Denny smirks.

“Fibrillation,” I dance my fingers over his scar.

“You sure sound sexy when you talk medical to me.” I bury my face in his lush chest hair.

“I never want to let you go,” my voice is barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to. You’re going to be my wife remember?” he kisses my forehead and pets my hair.

“I absolutely cannot wait.” Denny rubs my engagement ring sweetly.

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[ i. basic information ]

FULL NAME. Spencer Danvers Bexley NICKNAMES. None ALIASES. Son of the Mountain Duchess FACE. Ian Basilios(Vasilos) from Beware of the Villainess DATE OF BIRTH. Unknown AGE: Unknown(20-25 years old physically) ZODIAC SIGN. Unknown GENDER. Male PRONOUNS. He/Him ORIENTATION. Heterosexual SPECIES. Age Immortal NATIONALITY. Camellian ETHNICITY. White RESIDENCE. The Bexley Astate HOMETOWN. Roseline Town, Camellia OCCUPATION. Aristocrat EDUCATION. College-tier RELIGION. None

[ ii. appearance ]

HEIGHT. 5′9 BUILT. Athletic EYES. Yellow HAIR. Black SCARS. None TATTOOS. None PIERCINGS. None OTHER. DRESSING STYLE. Button-up shirts & vests

[ iii. relationships ]

DIRECT FAMILY. Margaret Bella Bexley(mother), Ralph Windsworth(father)(deceased), Vivien Rothschild Bexley(older sister), Dixion Sheldon Bexley(older brother), Blair Colleen Bexley(older sister), Charles Alnwick Bexley(older brother), Carolina Stuart Bexley(older sister), Charlotte Mortcombe Bexley(older sister), Hunter Kaylock Bexley(older brother), Mary Maria Bexley(younger sister), Catherine Sophia Bexley(younger sister), Amalia Gabriela Bexley(younger sister), Arther Brock Bexley(younger brother), Johanna Josepha Bexley( younger sister) & Kassandra Annette Bexley(younger sister) EXTENDED FAMILY. Fergus Skys(step-father)(deceased), Ashby Fairwell(step-father), Lysander Davenport Bexley(older brother)(deceased), Horatio Dennisons Bexley Jr.(older brother)(never met) SIGNIFICANT OTHER. None. CHILDREN. None. PETS. None.