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daintcas · 8 months ago

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lady killers ˗ˏˋ rafe cameron !

"man i'm a lady killer, if i want her i'mma steal her" / g-eazy

pairing. dealer!rafe cameron x innocent(ish)!reader

summary. his constant cycle of partying with privilege grants him anything he wants, until you show up to break the pattern.

contains. alcohol and drug use, tension, sexually suggestive, implied age gap, cliffhanger

the lifestyle comes with its perks, constantly surrounded by pretty girls who were more than willing to follow him upstairs. direct access to any substance he wanted, displayed messily across the polished coffee table at all times. not to mention the adrenaline-boosting boom of a surrounding party in some kid's ridiculously expensive house - thrown almost nightly.

it became a normality for him, whether or not he realized how unhealthy his habits may be. blinded by the attention, money, and already through-the-roof addition of popularity, the boy let himself be overcome by it all. but hey, isn't this how you're supposed to live life after graduation?

you, on the other hand, were never overly thrilled at the idea of occupying your time with what seemed to be an endless string of these things. that being said, it wasn't an unfamiliar scene after having wasted a couple of saturdays with friends before.

you also weren't one to deny the opportunity for a good night. which is why you didn't put up much of a fight when none other than sarah cameron insisted on your presence at a party she was hosting in her family's mansion.

she was friendly enough, but not to the extent of being by your side for the duration of the whole night because of an invite most likely given out to everyone in her contacts - that part had you a bit nervous. the idea of being stranded in a room full of highly intoxicated kids you hardly knew.

all precautions were eventually thrown out the window when you found yourself getting all dolled up in the bathroom mirror. mascara turning out perfect over a flawless base, hair down and flowing neatly, a strapless pale pink sundress you'd bought with sarah weeks ago tying it all together.

with one final application of lipgloss over expertly lined lips and a brief pose checking your reflection, you were headed out. fresh acrylics plucking your keys from the household bowl and looking down at your phone to check the time just as it rings, stopping your hand from unlocking the front door.

a sigh escapes you as you juggle everything in your hands to bring the device to your ear after blindly swiping to answer. a loud shout of your name has you flinching and furrowing your brows in confusion - and maybe annoyance. "yeah? hello?"

"c'mon, i'm outside!" a girl all but yells and it isn't until you hear a sweet, enthusiastic laugh that you recognize the voice.

"sarah?" you ask, though already having discarded the keys and slipped on your shoes lying ready by the doormat.

"let's go! i've got a party to entertain," the words are followed by the muffled sound of her shifting around, and you take it as your grace period to get outside before she takes off.

throwing open the door and hurrying down the steps of the front porch, you can't help but smile at the girl sitting in the driver's seat of a black jeep. beaming over at you, she hangs up the phone and ushers you over to the otherwise vacant car with a flailing hand.

the trip to tannyhill is filled with wide smiles and giggles over speakers blaring iconic summer songs. windows rolled down to take in an orangey-pink sky from the setting sun - which almost distracts from how sharp sarah takes what seems to be every turn in town.

the suv eventually comes to a stop after sliding down into the basement garage that screams wealth, right past all the cars lined up along the street. sarah hops out and offers a toothy grin while tossing her sunglasses in the center console.

"i'm so happy you're finally at one of my parties," she says while taking your hand and eagerly leading the way upstairs, her own dress swaying as she walks.

"me too," is all you offer in response, too entranced by the new level of rich that surrounds you while following blindly.

the mansion feels more like a maze as sarah leads you down and around hallways not yet crowded with partygoers. but, the blasting of music that vibrates the house says otherwise.

moonlight quickly replaces the sunshine, making visibility near impossible as you enter where the mass of everyone is. still hand in hand with sarah, you take the chance to look around.

between all the groups in the kitchen and on a makeshift dance floor, it's someone sitting among a circle of couches and chairs that has you doing a double take. turning back the second time is when you recognize the boy with his eyes still glued on you, wiping under his nose, to be rafe.

you don't miss the lazy smirk he shoots before sarah tugs you back to reality, finally dropping your hand and turning to stand face-to-face with the same excited smile.

"you'll be fine if i go say hi to a few people?" she asks, glancing across your face to genuinely gauge your feelings.

"'course. thanks, sarah," you answer convincingly enough that she's scurrying off to talk with whoever awaits her presence.

the best option you conclude is to go straight for the drinks. a quick scan of the counter and you're grabbing a red solo cup to fill with the first bottle you can get your hands on.

"better take slow sips of that," a voice behind you says, low and close enough to know it's you they're addressing. startled, you turn around, only to be face to face with rafe cameron. he must notice the way you tilt your head up with wide eyes, because he takes the opportunity to eye you up and step closer.

"you friends with sarah?" he asks as you set down the bottle of alcohol on the counter behind you, nodding casually - even with the way he's watching your every move so intently.

"mhm," you muster up, naturally a bit nervous standing under the mercy of 'kook prince' himself.

"yeahhh.." he draws out while taking a greedy eyeful of your whole being, tongue pressed to his cheek and making no effort to hide his arrogant smirk. there's a pause before he's nodding back towards the lounge he was previously sat without taking his eyes off you - your body. "y'wanna come with me and try the good shit?"

you look down at your cup when he taps it, swishing the cheap liquid while thinking over his offer. it doesn't take long before you're looking back up with a hesitant shake of your head and a small smile, murmuring, "don't think so.. not really my thing."

he tsks and shakes his head, taking it upon himself to ease the cup from your hand and positioning himself closer. he tilts his head to purposefully look down on you and get in your face, a smirk still present as he speaks lowly, "aww, c'mon. i'll keep you safe."

a nervous laugh and involuntary flush of your cheeks has you unable to refuse. rubbing your lip with a shy nod - admittedly not the most well-thought-out decision - and he's got a hand on your lower back to guide you, following close enough behind to allow his eyes to flicker subtly below your dress.

you approach the collection of seats, wary but not completely oblivious. rafe sits you down on a loveseat, hand moving to wrap around your waist and pull you to his side. the attention from this boy blurs the scene around you, rolled bills on the table, and various baggies with a particular white substance.

"so, um, what's the.. 'good' stuff?" you ask tentatively, looking up at him and shifting in the seat.

"'s all right here, baby," his grin is almost malicious and his eyes shamelessly drop to your lips. removing the arm around you, he spreads his legs and lifts his hips to fish for something in his back pocket.

you take the opportunity to look around at his company and it's no surprise to find topper and kelce among other random guys - even a couple girls who admittedly look a bit older than you and sarah. before processing the thought, you're looking to rafe for reassurance.

he, however, is focused intently on setting up a line of powder on your side of the table with a sharp black card. he sits back with a satisfied grin and looks over at you. "first one's free."

you stare up at him with big, cautious eyes for a moment before turning to the intimidatingly thick string of white.

he chuckles and uses a finger to smudge the neat line, collecting a less daunting amount on the digit. a nod of his head signals he wants you closer, so you do, positioning your body to face him.

snaking a hand to hold firmly behind your neck, he tilts your head back only slightly and prepares to bring his finger to your nose. a raise of his brow asks for permission and you nod.

the substance shoots through you unexpectedly quick which has you screwing your eyes shut and wincing. the reaction only amuses rafe and he moves the arm around your shoulder and tugs you into him once again.

finding solace in the embrace, you allow yourself to sink into his chest - an unsafe level of vulnerability. everything is loud, the booming of music and people feeling increasingly suffocating.

rafe laughs again, smirking in a way that now seems taunting. he takes a good look at you before leaning in to let his warm breath brush against your ear. "y'know, you're real pretty."

that's when you really think about what's happening right now. laying against rafe cameron - who for one reason or another seems to have taken a liking to you. the drug pumping through you and butterflies in your stomach has your heart beating with excitement.

it also has you fluttering your lashes up at rafe with a dopey smile, telling him all he needs to know. all it took was a dot of coke and he's got you right where he wants you.

"why don't you let me take you upstairs?" he presses in a way that shows the line has worked a million times before.

but who are you to turn him down? there's no denying how tempting he is and your attraction towards him. but instead, you shrug and look around in search of sarah.

it takes a minute before you catch her eyes and are met with a concerned yet angry expression. she's quickly by your side and pulling you up from the couch, glaring down at her brother.

"leave my friends alone, rafe." with that, sarah is tugging you away and back through the crowd. your hazy state makes it hard to resist, but you manage to look back at the boy on the couch. he's sitting back, clearly amused but not deterred.

a wink is all he gives before paying his attention back to his friends, leaving you to wonder what all of this meant.

one thing about rafe, though, is when he sets his sights on something - someone - he gets what he wants. he knows he will, and you're no exception.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

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stnexus · 1 year ago

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Just Before Bed

dom!geto suguru x blk!fem!sub!reader x kinda dom!gojo satoru

18+, R RATED, MINORS DNI

description: no panties at a party? well that’s just unacceptable.

warnings: (y/n) is tipsy here + geto high though all parties are consenting adults, unprotected sex, indicates that there is a safe word if needed (not used every thing is fine and fun), established relationship, geto’s a little mean + kinda a cuck(?) lmao, f + m overstim, squirting, creampie(s), double penetration, dacryphillia, everyone be safe please make sure you are fully grasping my warnings!

names used (?): baby, baby doll, princess, pretty girl, brat, pretty, pretty boy, good girl

word count: 3.1k+

The silver wind chimes on the front porch clanked together as it let out a ring of a beautiful melody. Cold air swirled about, causing the rustle of fallen leaves along the ground. As a car pulled into the drive way all that could be heard was the banging of car doors slamming shut as you and your lovers got out. Causing the chilled gusts of wind to meet your bare arms — damned tube dress.

“tss, satoru baby i’m cold,” you complained as you hugged onto the partner closets to you. almost losing your footing with how intoxicated you were. sloppy drink wouldn’t be used to describe your state — but you definitely had a nice buzz flowing throughout your body. every thought felt fuzzy around the edges, like you could just let yourself float away.

“com’ere, baby doll,” gojo calls out, wrapping his arms around you as he led you both behind geto. your arms wrapped around his white button up cladded torso. the keys jingling about in geto's hand matched the wind chimes song as your second lover made his way to the front door. sifting through the keys on his keychain.

“suguruuu, why’re ya so quiet?” you spoke up with laughter in your tone, one of you fingers playing with a belt loop on gojo's black slacks. your pink acrylics dragging against his clothed hips.

“you know how he gets when he’s high, all quiet and brooding,” gojo laughed, pulling you closer.

“you two have been giggling the whole way home. and despite gojo being sober,” geto chided, “you’re both sharing the same brain cell at the moment…now get in before you get sick.”

at your boyfriend’s declaration as he ushered you both inside, you and gojo’s laughs grew even more. walking through the front door of your home in a fit of laughter as the warm atmosphere enveloped you all. kicking your heels off, you watched as the two men removed their dress shoes, black socks meeting the wooden floor of the threshold.

“suguru…” before the words could even form in your drunken mind, geto had picked you up bridal style. the bottom of your black colored floor length dress swaying around your manicured toes at the action. wrapping your arms around his neck you planted a kiss on his cheek, which was still cold from the time spent outside. your head was brought down to rest on his shoulder - meeting the black button up shirt he had worn. it wasn’t long before you were upstairs — gojo close behind after he grabbed three cups of water from the kitchen.

dropping you softly onto the edge of the bed, geto began to grab at the black tie around his neck — slowly loosening the knot. gojo sat the cups down with a sigh. when nanami said he would be hosting a party you all thought it was some kind of joke. nanami? having fun? turns out it was some corporate affair, nothing but office workers swarmed the building. but you all still managed to enjoy your self, nanami never shied away from offering alcohol. which you did partake in, unlike gojo or geto. though, somehow someway geto had slipped out during the night. telling you and gojo he'd just be a minute, only to return high.

“come on baby, take your dress off,” gojo stated grabbing at the top of your tube dress as you giggled.

“say please first ‘toru,” a smirk played at his lips you responded. but he held back a retort as he slipped his fingers between the top of the dress and your body, beginning to pull it down your chest until—

“you didn’t wear a bra..? well, kinda understandable with the dress. but, hell…no panties either,” gojo looked baffled as you giggled. you drunken brain fully fucking you over, because if you had been sober you wouldn’t have missed the glare geto had thrown at gojo's discovery. letting gojo pull the dress off of you completely a gasp left your lips as you felt his hand ghost over the top of your thighs as he came up to plant a kiss on your glossy lips.

��such a bad girl,” gojo scolded, “such a pretty body though, don’t you think so suguru?”

“as always,” geto replied as he took off his silver cufflinks, "but why don’t you do me a favor ‘toru?”

“hm?”

“eat our pretty girl out,” Geto stated, “i like seeing her all sensitive and whiny after she drinks. and the way she's looking at you i think she'd like that.”

looking down at your low hooded eyes and quiet demeanor. you had stopped the giggling from earlier. taking in your lover that stood before your completely naked form.

“whaddya say, ‘s that what you want princess?” gojo questioned with a small smile, moving to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“mhm,” you nodded and hummed in compliance, tone low, "please, satoru...that's what i want."

it wasn’t long before gojo had rid himself of his clothes, much like geto who moved about in the room in just his black briefs. pulling his long black hair into a messy low bun. cleaning things up, as if gojo wasn’t buried between your legs, eye level with your cunt as he laid soft and loving kisses on your special little button. his hands pushed your brown thighs in opposite directions, spreading you open for him to get better access. gojo planted one more kiss on your clit, watching as your arousal leaked from your hole as he pulled away.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been horny since you all had been getting ready for the party. taking in your two boyfriends as they got dressed. smelling the cologne they'd covered themselves with made the ache between your legs even worse. even the way they conversed at the party, teeth sparkling as they threw charming smiles. and the way geto looks when high was the icing on the cake. it was like heaven and your worst nightmare at the same time, knowing you couldn't touch them. which made your predicament now even more annoying.

“stop teasing, gojo—” your whiny bratty remark was cut short as you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. pushing through your puffy lips to lick a long stripe. his blue eyes had snapped to your face, watching it contorting slightly as you were taken off guard. as small moan had caused you to go quiet for just a second.

“oh she went quiet for a second there, satoru,” geto laughed as he continued to trail around the room picking up everyones discarded clothes. “but truly stop teasing. go ahead and make her a whiny mess, baby.”

at the command of geto again you could feel all fight from gojo drop as he pressed his face between your thighs once more. removing one hand from one of your brown thighs in order to use his fingers to spread your puffy lips open. everything else that followed was rid of the kind and gentle kisses he’d shown you before.

it was only a matter of minutes before you felt a mixture of your wetness and gojo’s spit completely flooding your cunt. dripping onto the bed. there was no use of shying away with the way he had you spread open, lips wrapped around your pretty little bud as he sucked at it and licked away. nothing but obscene slurping sounds and your whiny moans could be heard around the room as geto sat on the bed, observing his two lovers from afar.

geto was right earlier, drinking does make you sensitive and whiny. it was a cute sight to him.

“‘toru, you feel so good,” you moaned out, pink acrylic nails coming up to grab at his white hair. his eyes closed as your fingers grazed over his scalp, groaning into your pussy. your hips jolting at the action.

“yeah baby? you want more?”

“yeaa', ‘toru. please gimme more,”

“suguru…you aren’t going to play with her too…?” gojo mumbles into your cunt as he looked over at geto at the head of the bed. watching from the corner of his eye as you slightly twitched from the vibrations.

“not quite yet. but keep going,” geto spoke low lidded from the opposite side of the bed. it was now easier to see that some hair framed his face and had not been pulled into his messy bun.

“suguru please, join us— ahh, fuuck—” your pleading was interrupted as you felt two of gojo’s finger sink into your cunt, his mouth attacking your clit once more. it felt like he was trying to pull an orgasm out of you the way his fingers curled. grazing that special spot inside of you from time to time.

it wasn’t until you both locked eyes that gojo took a harsh suck at your clit, maneuvering his fingers to repeatedly hit at that sensitive little spot. you could feel your stomach tightening as your head turned to the side. your eyes meeting with geto’s darkened ones. it was like no matter where you turned someone was watching.

“our pretty girl’s going to cum,” geto somewhat chuckled,“come on (Y/N), show us how pretty you look when you cum.”

your mouth fell open into a moan as you felt your orgasm getting pulled from you. cunt pulsing and clenching around gojo’s digits and against his tongue as a pretty ring of white continued to decorate the base of his fingers.

“keep going.” fell from geto’s lips as your brows furrowed. the alcohol from earlier still had you unaware to his demeanor. “no underwear? at a public event? you must’ve lost your mind pretty girl.”

“i wanna to see her cry tonight satoru. what do you think?”

“i agree geto. i mean, she must’ve been waiting to get home. this pretty pussy was flooded before i even touched her earlier.”

“well let’s give her everything and then more…” geto replied. his hands coming up to play at your hardened nipples. a whine of wait i’m sorry, left your lips as you realized the compromising position they were putting you in as geto joined gojo on his knes at the foot of the the bed. throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, the other over gojo’s.

“shhh, no apologies, you’re not sorry yet,” geto taunted as both him and gojo licked a line up your already pleased cunt. tongues meeting as they reached your attentive clit.

and that's how it continued, they toyed with you for the next hour almost. it became apparent that you weren't going anywhere as they gripped at your thighs, with two of geto's fingers buried to the base in your pussy. you'd lost count at how many times you had released in their tongues, creaming along geto's fingers. surely dripping into his palm as his fingers moved in and out. but it was clear that geto hadn’t lost count.

“three times, four if you count when you made her cum gojo. look at her…” as they continued to prolong your fourth orgasm the two men took in your appearance. your silk pressed hair beginning to curl around your edges, chest heaving, eyes glossed over and hands tangled in the sheets below you. careless moans fell from your lips as your sensitive clit throbbed and begged for mercy under their unrelenting tongues.

“y’ gonna fuck her for me pretty boy?” geto mumbled out between their tongues meeting at your clit. gojo replied with a simple deep mhmm and a head nod which was probably the worst thing to do with your drooling pussy right in his face, because the cry you let out signified you’d just come again. as they let up they both placed gentle and feather light kisses to your sensitive cunt. taking in your blissed out face as they stood, gojo pulled you to meet his hips .

it was like they were trying to humiliate you. gojo pulled you into a mating press as he pulled off his boxers. his heavy cock smacking against your cunt as it was freed from the boxers. the usually light brown tip swollen and red, and shaft appearing as thick as ever — veins decorating it beautifully.

“‘toruuu…go slow pleasepleaseplease,” you whined out as the sensitive state your pussy was in. and he listened, sinking in inch by inch as slowly as he was able to, groaning out an oh fuuck, when he hit the hilt. balls brush against your ass as his hands held the back of your thighs.

“geto our girl feels sooo fucking good,” gojo addressed your shared boyfriend who sat in the love seat that decorated the corner of your shared bedroom. his boxers off and cock in hand receiving slow, tight, lazy strokes.

“i bet she does, and stop being so easy on her, she’s receiving a punishment remember? i don’t care how much she begs, she knows the safe word. fuck her stupid,” geto groans gritting out his last words, watching as gojo moved his hips at a slow pace. your mouth went slack at his orders feeling gojo’s hips pick up the pace as you locked eyes with geto, a fucked out sounding i fucking h-hate youuu leaving your lips in a whine.

“yeah yeah, nothing i haven’t heard before brat,” he smirked slyly. his fist still moving up and down his shaft, the loose hairs framing his face swaying gently, “you’ll love me later.”

gojo’s hips crashed into the back of your thighs, lower abdomen bumping into your clit with every thrust. you only choked out obscenities and his name falling from your lips as your head lay on the bed.

“can I pull your hair baby…?” gojo huffed out, knowing you’d be pissed you were sweating it out already, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. but you sent a dazed out nod his way. placing his hand atop your head, gojo gripped at your hair, pulling your head up to make you watch where you two were connected.

“fuckfuck, oh my— fuuuck,”

watching how gojo’s cock reached inside your walls fully solidified everything that was going on. a sheen of your previous orgasms and current arousal coated his shaft. a pretty ring of cream sliding along his base, leaving a stringy mess at every attempt of him pulling away. your cunt seemed to wanted to pull him back in after every draw back of his hips.

“yeah baby, look at how good that pussy is. she’s practically crying for me. if i move just a bit i could hit….” gojo paused for just a moment, changing the angle of his hips. “that spot, there you go pretty girl.”

a dreadfully teary eyed cry fell from your lips as gojo began his assault on your sweet spot cooing at your reaction. your mind so fuzzy you begin to forget geto was pumping away at his cock in the same room until he let out a moan. still looking at the way gojo fucked you out the way he hit your spot continuously was earth crushing, it didn’t take long for your to babble out a deceleration of your orgasm reaching you. your stomach tightening and releasing at its own will. but gojo’s hips didn’t slow.

“s-suguruuu make him slow d-down, ’m too sensitive,” you begin to babble even more even though the grasp gojo had on your hair hindered you from seeing geto. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry i didn’t were panties to the party. ‘won’t happen again, i-i’m fuu—uck ‘m sorry.”

a darkened laugh feel from geto’s lips, and your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at his next words.

“she’s real sensitive now gojo, make her squirt while she’s babbling on...”

your hands went to reach out at gojo’s abdomen, pushing at it until he slapped your hand away. pink acrylic decorated fingernails tossed aside. only for his palm to slide across your lower stomach softly, then came an immense amount of pressure as he pressed down right where his cock hit.

“satoru f-fuck you, y-you asshole,” you swore at him between moans in embarrassment. your lips forming into what he deemed to be a beautiful pout.

“shut up and take it.” he bit back, watching as a tears fell from your eyes.

“i feel like i’m g-gonna pee…”

“let it out princess, you know what we want…” geto coaxed from the corner of the room.

the room around you became a muffled mess as you began to drown out any outside noise. you were sure you were floating the way you felt your release leave your body. it wasn’t until you came to that you realized you had had begun crying as you sprayed your orgasm all over gojo’s chest, squirting like your life depended on it. you felt him bury himself deep, releasing into your soaked cunt.

“fuck pretty girl, let up,” gojo groaned out at how you tightened around him.

“gojo get her on her stomach, lay under her,” geto called out as got up from the chair. it wasn’t long before gojo flipped you two over into position, sliding his hardening length into your messy cunt once more. it wasn’t until you felt geto trying to fit himself in with gojo that you reacted with a moan. hand reach back to push at his abdomen.

“you won’t fit, baby,” you whined.

“i will, don’t worry…we’ll make it fit.” geto planted a kiss on the side of your mouth pushing the hand that tried to move him against your lower back, your face against gojo’s flushed chest.

and geto lived up to his promise, pushing into you and rubbing against gojo.

“oh fuck, suguru” gojo choked out, realizing he was still sensitive from cumming previously. their thrusts were matched as they rubbed against each other in your cunt. filling you up to the brim as geto arm wrapped around your torso, between yourself and gojo, to rub and toy with your extremely sensitive clit. the room felt hot. every breath felt forced and useless as they abused your sensitive spots. tears and incomplete babbling falling repeatedly.

“i love youu, fuuck iloveyoutwo” you managed to get out as you cried. tears sliding against gojos chest as you neared your release.

“we know baby, cum one more time for us, show us how much you love us,” geto sounds like he was almost pleading. his harden demeanor shedding away, “just one more time, good girl…”

and your body listened. you’d squirted again, feeling your breath hitch as you did so. the room felt like it was spinning as your eyes fell shut, sleep taking you over as gojo and geto pulled out. a mixture of cum leaking from your used cunt.

“did she pass out?” gojo chuckled. pushing your now curled hair back from your face in observation. hand caressing your cheek.

“she did,” geto joined him in laughing as he leaned over to press a kiss onto his lips, "but lets stop laughing, if we wake her up she's going to use whatever energy she can to kill us."

#𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨:#jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru gojo #suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #smut #satoru gojo x black!reader #suguru geto x black!reader #suguru geto x reader smut #geto x reader smut #satoru gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #satosugu x reader #satosugu x black!reader #satosugu smut

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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twst multi-charms, art book, bday lottery, oh my!

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

More collaboration items with MAYLA! These look like hair accessories, but actually they're charms. Each dorm's charm features their emblem and a key in the associated dorm's color. There's also a different bow style and patterns for each dorm!

There are now sample images out for the 4th edition of the Twisted Wonderland Official Visual Book series. This volume will feature the high res. artwork of later event cards, including Sam's New Year Sale, Harveston Sledathon, A Firelit Sky, Vargas Camp, and Glorious Masquerade.

A bunch of birthday themed items will be featured in a Sega lottery (yes, more gacha unfortunately). Some things you could pull are:

Stickers

Pop-up birthday cards

Acrylic standees

Card sleeves…? (I believe that’s what they’re called??)

Rings (each has a character's name in the design) we literally just got rings as merch a few days ago and now MORE?? 😭

Cloth tapestries

Vol. 1 features characters from Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Pomefiore. Vol. 2 features characters from Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia.

And finally!! Idia's 1/8 scale figure will be on display at an exhibition. We had previously already seen the design. Now Yana and team are working on designing the Malleus 1/8 scale figure. More details to come at a later date!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst merch #Malleus Draconia #twisted wonderland merch #Heartslabyul #Savanaclaw #Octavinelle #Diasomnia #Ignihyde #Pomefiore #Scarabia #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #happy bday l*ona-san #you get a bunch of new merch and merch news dropped on your special day #Idia Shroud

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enkamanaenka · 6 months ago

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LOOK WHAT'S HERE! I made composite key rings with a medic and a spy's head (they are not for sale!) and I am very pleased with myself!

This was my first experience in printing acrylic merch...

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #oh spy's head looks funny...#fanart #key ring #my art

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lilly-chou-chou · 9 months ago

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Evolution of Gyaru

Hello everyone the long awaited post is here!! Sorry for the delay I has gone back to my he country to celebrate Lunar New Year.

As we all know Gyaru was and still is one of the most important fashion movement in the history because it's roots of opposing the "good girl" and "submissive" societal views of women that Japan had imposed into them.

During 90's with Namie Amuro being the first idol ever to popularize the Gyaru culture created a huge wave of community in all over Japan which eventually created many subcultures under it, over the years gyarus blossomed for 2 decades heavily but around early-mid 2010's the culture slowly died because people were now really trying to shun them out of the society, gyarus was losing it's popularity and old gyarus were getting to age of finding jobs or trying to get married yet the culture is still alive. There have been multiple support and love coming from international fans too.

Egg magazine, which is holy grail for us gyarus followers is still up and running to this day <3

Today i'll show you just a little glimpse of modern gyaru. Hopefully this will help new followers too.

Gyaru of the past:-

So let's start with how gyarus are usually seen, pictures below are gyarus from their peak eras so definitely from 90's to 2000's. They are all different subcultures but they all have one thing in common the eye makeup, gyarus were and are still known for their beautiful luscious eye makeup. They are what you call

They were our guide, our mothers and everything! Gyaru has always been the most supportive community to ever exist, over here women were allowed to cuss, they were allowed to be brash, they were allowed to have male friends without the judgement of two goody shoes with insecurities, they were allowed to wear clothes that liberated them doesn't matter short or modest.

People often forget that gyaru exists more than manba, agejo and kogal, few of the modest and lesser knows subcultures are amekaji and roma gyaru, although amekaji is is blue eyed perfect grass is greener on the other side take of American inspired fashion. Either way it is one of the most fun subculture to exist.

We as gyaru followers ow everything to these past mother figures, without them and without brands like alba rosa, D.I.A and MA*RS we and egg Magazine teaching us what? How? And why? We would never thrive in this era. We owe it to them all even after decades and decades the magazines, scans and tutorials on YouTube by the OG gyarus have done it all <3

Modern Gyaru:-

The pictures below are the present models of Egg magazine. The last OG gyaru issue was stopped in 2014 which was Egg last physical print of magazine but in 2018 Egg came back as online magazine.

A lot has changed in gyaru world. Long gone are the days of owning specific clothing brand or even wearing clothes that resemble even the least of typical gyaru fashion. The only key point which hasn't changed is eye makeup because that is utmost necessary thing for a gyal to have.

Over the years of almost dying to again alive fashion culture the meaning of gyaru has changed a lot, from dressing like the OG gyarus we have now evolved to the whole "gal is mind" mindset, now in this era dressing up as gyal doesn't mean that much because you can still have pointy acrylic nails, iconic eye makeup, wear casual clothes and still be a gyaru.

These days even the gyaru slangs have changed so much like instead of poyo, atonsu, pachikoku now we use yarirafi, kyun-desu, daijuobu-so?, tobu-zo and so on.

Although there are egg models that still somewhat follow OG gyaru fashion like @ / mahiroisme (left) and @ / kae. 06256 (right) on IG.

Conclusion:-

By this post I just wanted to show that as time passes it is inevitable that everything changes and fashion changing is a no brainer. What is hate is companies capitalizing and making their own rules for lure in newbies gyals who would do anything to "fit in" and ring the nostalgia bell for old gyarus and all I have to say is that no, you don't have to spend 100-500$ on eBay trying to find the OG gyaru brands because you can definitely wear your own casual clothes and still be a gyaru because if egg magazine who raised whole generation of x gen, millennials and Gen Z of gyarus then who are we to judge them?

Although if you still wish to dress up like OG then I definitely recommend finding clothes that match the subculture that you want to follow for example I follow agejo, Tsuyome and kogal so I shop in Amazon, local stores, Instagram stores, I order clothes fr abroad the most helpful and fast way to do that finding a vendor and my vendors are all from Instagram. Hope this helps.

I will meet you all in my next post bye gyals <3

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magicalshopping · 2 years ago

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Want to participate in Marvel Trumps Hate, but don't know what to offer? Think outside the box!

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cowgurrrl · 8 months ago

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I Wish I Was

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: yay for creative energy coming back!!

Summary: Murphy’s Law dictates… [3.1k]

Warnings: art talk, discussions of a deceased parent, probably incorrect blueprint talk, a cliff hanger 😈

Temperatures rarely dip below the thirties in Central Texas. It's not impossible, as evidenced by the below-freezing temperatures ravaging much of the South in the final days before returning to school, but it's still rare. Nobody really knows what to do when there's the threat of the roads icing over, so they just decide to shut most things down, including your bar. You feigned disappointment when your manager called to tell you when, in reality, you were digging through your box of acrylic paints to find the one shade that's been calling your name. With the sudden free time, you get to work on your half-finished canvases and listen to the same record repeatedly in the hopes that your brain will zone out enough for you to make something good.

It could be The Mamas and The Papas record spinning or the dark blue winter light shining through your blinds, but you actually like the piece of art unfolding on your canvas. It's undeniably different, a little more vibrant and a little more abstract, but it feels good— sustainable, at the very least. You feel less self-conscious about them and even snap pictures to show them off to Andie. You've finished three other canvases and sent in images of them to a local art collective that takes gallery submissions twice a year, and they've moved you on to the next part of the acceptance process. It's not a definite yes, but it's not an immediate no. You haven't told Joel about the submission or anything, really. You've just holed yourself up in your apartment to paint and sporadically respond to his texts with lots of apologies typed with yellow or purple fingertips.

He knows you're not ignoring him, and you know he's a busy guy. He has better things to do than sit around and wait for you to text him back, but you feel bad about not being as present as you were before. "It's all part of the process, I promise," you said. "Then, when I get my own gallery, you can hear all about it while you fix up my classroom." He reminded you that "pride goeth before the fall" but didn't doubt or pressure you to break your flow. The only thing he consistently texts you about is making sure you're drinking water, stretching your wrists, and, at least, looking at a vegetable during your long sessions. Otherwise, he leaves you alone to work. Everyone else, including the stack of looming emails in your inbox, gets deliberately ignored so you can live in your bubble for just a little longer before school drags you back into session.

That's why you jumped and furrowed your eyebrows at your ringing phone when his contact photo appeared unexpectedly, breaking you out of your concentration. You wipe your hands on your old pair of too-big jeans (universally known as your work pants because they're covered in different colored hand prints) and swipe to answer him before the silly picture of him with one of your scarves on his head can go away. You hear him shuffling around when you put it on speaker and almost hang up, thinking it's a butt dial before you finally hear his voice.

"Hello?" He greets.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Did I leave my jacket there?" He asks. You let out a relieved sigh that it's nothing too dramatic, but the lingering panic his phone call caused sits in the back of your head as you glance down at said jacket. You adjust the palette in your hand, suddenly hyper-aware of the wet paint and thanking whatever God is out there for not getting any on his clothes. You can't imagine things would go over well with the guys if he suddenly showed up to job sites with pink paint on the sleeve of his jacket.

"No..." you say, extending the vowel, and he chuckles.

"Do me a favor. See if there's a ring of keys in the front pocket?" He says. You gently put the palette on your coffee table and wipe your hands again to ensure there's no wet paint on them before digging into both front pockets and feeling the keys in his left pocket. You pull them out and find the set of keys with a baseball keychain and a keychain with a picture of him and the girls on it.

"I've got 'em," you say. "The Astros? Really?"

"D'you mind bringin' 'em to the office? I forgot I needed 'em." He ignores your jab, and you look down at your outfit. Clad in your work pants, a sports bra, Joel's Carhartt jacket, and your unwashed hair in a clip, you are not prepared to leave the house today, let alone go see Joel.

"Um..."

"Somethin' wrong?" He asks, and you wince. What are you gonna say? Sorry, I know you have to do your job and all, but I look and feel like shit, so I can't bring your keys to you? He's already seen you in disarray from the school day, but that was a cuter, more socially acceptable version of disarray. This version gives credence to the messy, mentally ill artist stereotype Freud introduced however many years ago.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just..." you sigh and rub your face. "I wasn't expecting to see you today. I kinda look crazy."

"That's it?" He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "Baby, I don't care how you look. You could show up in a potato sack, and I wouldn't care."

"Well, lucky for you, I don't own a potato sack, but I'm pretty sure that would look better than this."

"If it makes you feel better, the office is empty."

"Then, why are you in? It's fucking freezing."

"I needed to make sure the pipes didn't freeze over, and I left some blueprints here," he says. "I can grab 'em from you and just come back to the office."

"No, I don't want you driving more than you have to," you say, already stretching out your stiff legs. Your knees creak in protest, and fatigue seeps into your bones. God, how long have you been sitting here? "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

"I think it'll take a lot more than some messy clothes to scare me off, darlin'," he says, and you roll your eyes at his charm. With a quick goodbye, you throw on a clean enough sweater and leggings. You debate running a brush through your hair before remembering what he said about the empty office and decide you don't have the energy. If he really doesn't care what you look like, then you're not going to stress about it.

You're a little worried about driving in the weather, even you aren't immune to Southern weather panic, but the roadways are mostly clear, and things aren't expected to get really bad until later on. Still, you drive slowly and white-knuckle the wheel against strong, frigid winds. By the time you get to Joel's office, the sky is more grey than blue, and radio announcers warn you that there might be flurries within the next forty-eight hours. You doubt they'll stick to the ground and amount to nothing more than some black ice, inconveniencing everyone in the state, but still. You leave the relative warmth of your car and walk as fast as you can into the building, clutching Joel's jacket close to your body and sending a wave of his smell over you.

The office itself is small, with a couple of desks here and there, mostly for meeting with clients and explaining building plans. A coffee pot and water cooler sit in the corner next to the receptionist's desk, which is currently empty. It's eerily quiet in the space except for the sound of the heat rumbling somewhere in the walls, and you almost wonder if Joel left without telling you when you hear grumbling and the tell-tale sound of his boots against the tile. He doesn't notice you at first. Instead, he scowls at a paper like it owes him money and mutters under his breath. Whatever is annoying him is wiped away the second he sees you there.

"Hey, baby," he lights up as he walks over to you and kisses you, abandoning the paper on one of the desks so he can hold you close. He tastes like coffee and the beeswax chapstick Ellie got him for Christmas. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, and you smile against his lips. "You got my keys?" He asks as he turns to walk into his office, grabbing your hand and bringing you with him. He lets go of you to close the door behind him, and you dig the keys out of your pocket and toss them at him. He catches them in mid-air easily and walks over to the filing cabinet.

"You intentionally leave your keys with me, or is this just a happy accident?" You ask, and he smirks.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you again."

"Sneaky," you say as you walk around his space while he searches for the correct blueprint.

It's a relatively normal office with eggshell walls and bad fluorescent lighting, but once you step behind his desk, you get a good idea of the man who works here. His desk is old and made of some type of wood he probably knows more about than you do. It's filled with little knick-knacks and things that get him through the day: family pictures, a painted gecko from Terlingua, stress balls, and a desk calendar with his all-caps handwriting. There are even some drawings done by Ellie pinned on the corkboard behind his chair, her skill visibly improving as she gets older.

One particular picture on his desk catches your eye. It's older than the rest, and it takes you a minute to recognize Joel's eyes in the greying man. Joel, Tommy, and their dad smile at the camera with identical grins. Tommy can't be older than ten while Joel towers over them both, his broad shoulders taking up lots of space. You pick it up to look at it closer and Joel doesn't stop you. Instead, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"'S this your dad?" you ask, and he nods. "You guys look a lot alike."

"You think?" He asks like he doesn't see it, and you look at him. You take a second or two to let your eyes trace his features and compare them to his dad's before nodding.

"Yeah. Same eyes," you say as you look back down. "And smile." He hums happily at that. Joel's face hasn't changed much now that he's a grown man. If anything, he looks more like his dad, with the grey at the temples and the beard framing his face. You see bits of their father in Tommy, too, but you assume he probably looks more like their mother. "How old were you in this?"

"Mm, fifteen? Maybe sixteen." Right before his dad died, you think. You wonder if he's thinking the same thing or reliving the day over again. Before the clutches of grief can sink you both, you smile to yourself and hold the picture a little closer.

"I would've been obsessed with you if we'd gone to high school together."

"Really?" He asks incredulously, and you giggle at the thought.

"Oh, for sure. Look at you!" You point to his little broody half-smile as if it's evidence. "Those eyes, that hair, the attitude. I mean, c'mon, Joel!" He laughs at your praise and takes the photo out of your hands.

"Alright, alright, that's enough objectification for teenage Joel."

"I'm not objectifying you! I'm just stating the obvious."

"Mhm," he hums, and you laugh. You continue walking around and looking at his things as he frowns at the blueprint he trekked through the cold to get. "Shit." He mumbles, reaches for a pencil, and scribbles something on the plans.

"What's wrong?" You ask, perching yourself on the edge of his desk and leaning over to look at the intricate design. It looks like a big house with lots of elaborate details written on the margins. It's a big build. No wonder he needed to get this copy.

"This client decided they wanted a bigger kitchen, but I don't know how to do that without eatin' into another room and changin' the whole plan," he sighs. "We're supposed to be back on the site once this storm blows over, and I gotta have an idea of how we're gonna do this by then."

"Can't you just tell them no?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Can’t you just tell your principal no?

"Point taken," you say. "What about pushing it into the backyard a little? Then you could use this area over here to make a sunroom or something," you suggest, gesturing to the weird leftover space that would make the house look wonky. His eyebrows knit together as he thinks.

"Then what should I do here?" He asks. Together, you go back and forth, discussing dimensions, perspectives, and measurements. You never realized how similar these designs are to art. They have to have more of a purpose and fit specific parameters, but other than that, they have the same idea: create something out of nothing. It's cool to see Joel in his own element, doing mental math and estimates that would take you ages to do and writing down his findings as you figure them out together. He's not just good at math, he's good at sketching the new designs.

Almost seamlessly, he flips through the floor plans and layouts, adding a window there or changing the flow of a room with a singular erasure. He adds the perfect depth to see the idea clearly without crowding the space and making it seem too busy, allowing the clients to picture their furniture in the home. When you bring up an idea, he's quick to rotate the plans upside down to imagine how it would look and if it would impact the building process, his brain running through every possible solution and flipping it without even thinking. Ellie does the same thing when she gets stuck on a drawing. You see where she gets her skill from, even if he'll never admit it.

For someone who has always struggled with math, you enjoy the balance between math, engineering, and art in the plans, but you like working with Joel the most. It's nice to feel like you're helping instead of distracting him. You're not sure how long you worked together, reconfiguring things this way and that, before you finally reached a viable solution, but you know that Joel has the biggest smile on his face when he looks away from the blueprints.

"You mighta missed a callin', my dear." He says, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"My college algebra professor might disagree, but I do think this is interesting."

"Well, if you ever want a job..." he trails off as he rolls the blueprints back up and secures it with a rubber band. You smirk and tug at his belt loops to bring him closer to where you're sitting on his desk.

"You just want me to get more tattoos." You accuse, and he chuckles as he tosses the prints somewhere behind you, his hands coming up to frame your face.

"I'm just sayin', Miller Contracting don't have a policy against it like the school district does."

"Mm, what about dating? That might get a little dicey."

"Is sleepin' with your boss better or worse than sleepin' with a student's parent?" He asks, and you laugh.

"They're probably in the same realm of bad."

"Then, we've got nothin' to lose." He says as he leans down to kiss you. You open your legs just enough for him to step in between your knees and get as close as he can. He's trimmed his beard since the last time you saw him, but the stubble still scratches deliciously against your skin, making you sigh. He breaks away enough to tip you back onto his desk, narrowly missing his clutter, and you giggle when he kisses your neck.

"How long have you been plannin' this one?" you ask, your years in Texas showing through in your breathless voice. He smiles as he meets your eyes.

"I dunno what you're talkin' bout."

"Oh, so getting me alone and on top of your desk was just a coincidence?"

"Happy accident." He muses, sliding his hands up your shirt as he gets lower and lower. Your hands play with his hair, occasionally tugging on the strands just to hear the sound he makes. You would've been happy to do that all day if your phone ringing through the suddenly too-warm air of his office didn't interrupt. Joel groans and drops his head to your sternum, his hands pausing their journey up your body as you wiggle your phone out of your back pocket. Your heart drops the second you recognize the phone number.

"Who is it?" Joel asks like he's reading your mind. You sit up slowly, and he takes his hands off you without malice or frustration. You're stuck staring at the number until it disappears off your screen and goes to voicemail.

"Um... someone from work. I should probably call them back." You say, unsure of yourself as the words fall from your mouth. Joel looks confused but doesn't push.

"Oh. Right, yeah. School starts back up on Monday, right?"

"Yeah, she probably just wants to talk about lesson plans or something," you say, standing from your spot on the desk. The air has changed between you, and suddenly, things feel clunky and awkward. This is the worst possible timing. "Can I call you later?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll walk you out." He says sheepishly. You don't say anything as he opens the doors for you and gives you a quick kiss and a reminder to text him when you get home. You just nod and immediately speed walk to your car even though you're not that cold. Joel watches you pull out from your parking spot and leave the strip mall, waving before you can turn out of sight.

You wait until you're five minutes down the road before you dial the number back as if Joel would be able to hear the crackly voice through your speaker if you were any closer. Your heart beats fast in your chest, and your palms are sweaty on the wheel as the phone rings. When the dial tone finally ends, and your call is answered, the anxiety is replaced with frustration.

"What’s up?" You ask through gritted teeth, and you hear her take a breath.

"We need to talk about Ellie’s dad."

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stayevildarling · 8 months ago

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hellooo! I know you've already wrote a bunch of fics with these characters but could you possibly write a story with cordelia, wilhemina and billie where billie invites them all to a party and reader bumps into her ex who won't leave her alone during the party? I honestly adore these characters together and you write them so well! ❤️

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Tag you're it

A/N: I don't know why but I can never write these three x reader and make it short. I kinda drifted a bit from the initial request but I hope it's enjoyable either way

word count: 7k (I apologise for any mistakes, I can't proofread long fics well)

tw: mention of physical and emotional abuse, past abusive relationship, cursing

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

"Billie Dean, must you always be so dreadfully tardy?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air with the sharpness of a whip as she glares at the medium, who is leisurely applying another coat of lipstick in front of the mirror.

,,We are going to be late to this party you desperately wanted us to go to'' Wilhemina scolds, despite secretly admiring the view in front of her. Billie in a black suit, pearl necklace, the perfect set of heels, matching her acrylics.

Billie glances over her shoulder, her trademark smirk firmly in place. "Darling, punctuality is overrated. Besides, a lady always likes to make a grand entrance," she replies, fluttering her eyelashes in mock innocence.

Cordelia can't help but roll her eyes at the banter between her two girlfriends, already accepting the fact that they would be inevitably late to the party. ,,Can we pwease go Billie?'' you pout, your best set of puppy eyes meeting her brown eyes through the mirror.

,,Of course babydoll, let's go'' she smiles, glancing at Wilhemina before making a popping sound with her lips.

Wilhemina follows with an exasperated sigh, muttering under her breath how she was never going to do this again, at least if Billie asked. Cordelia and you shake your head in amusement, following the redhead and medium towards the car.

,,I'm driving'' the redhead mutters, trying to grab the keys off Billie Dean. ,,No way'' she argues before glancing at Cordelia with pleading eyes. Not in the mood for Wilhemina's road rage, Billie's driving skills that could for sure kill someone or Cordelia driving as slow as possible, you step forward.

,,Let me drive'' you beam, trying to grab the keys off Billie before you are met with three sets of stern eyes.

,,Absolutely not'' they agree, giving you that ,,you're a baby'' look. You simply roll your eyes, knowing it was quite bold of you and sigh ,,Well please can we just go then'' with your best puppy eyes yet again. And suddenly the three of them sort it out amongst themselves.

A while later, the music pulses through the dimly lit ballroom, as you examine your surroundings. You had no clue how Billie kept getting these invitations to exclusive parties but this was quite something. The theme must be ballroom meets club as the music was so loud you could barely focus. The decoration is fancy, chandeliers and even waiters walking around dressed fancy as they hand out champagne and food.

,,Would you like me to get us some drinks while you find our table?'' Billie's voice rings through the music and you quickly nod, wanting to get away from the crowds and loud music a little. ,,Do you need any help?'' you ask her but she quickly gives you a little peck on the cheek as she shakes her head, before you follow the other two, into another room.

This one is considerably more quiet, a fancy looking bar, the music still playing but less loud. ,,There we are'' Cordelia points out, extracting the chairs so Wilhemina and you can sit down. As you glance around the room you find Billie Dean standing by the bar, giving you a little wink before ordering the drinks.

,,What do you think of this place?'' Wilhemina asks as she places her hand on your thigh. ,,It's cool, I like the decorations'' you admit, meeting her brown eyes, wanting to make sure she isn't uncomfortable as you knew the redhead wasn't exactly one to party. ,,Are you feeling okay Mina?'' you ask and she stiffens a little at your statement.

However as her brown eyes meet yours, filled with such love and adoration, she quickly relaxes ,,All fine my love, especially when I'm anywhere with you''. Her statement causes you to blush as you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing red.

As you glance back towards the bar, you watch Bille struggle with the four drinks, so you quickly excuse yourself and make your way over to her. ,,Sure you don't need any help Ma'am'' you tease before she smiles and passes you two drinks. Your eyes wander to someone standing at the other end of the bar and your hands instantly start trembling a little. ,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks, noticing the shift in your behaviour.

,,Yes sorry, just thought I'd-'' you begin but simply follow behind her. ,,What? seen a ghost dear?'' she chuckles before you roll your eyes and hand the drinks to Wilhemina and Cordelia. ,,Thank you sweetheart'' the blonde smiles at you.

The four of you settle into the comfort of each other, music filling the background as Billie starts rambling about the party, the place and how she got the invite. ,,We should all go dancing'' Billie suggests, the excitement very visible in her voice and features. ,,Definitely not Howard'' Wilhemina warns, however as she glances towards you and Cordelia she is met with two sets of puppy eyes and she definitely has a hard time rejecting those.

,,Y/N I thought it was you'' a voice suddenly cuts through the air, causing you to jolt. ,,God please'' you think to yourself as your hands instantly start trembling, your whole body cringing and stiffening.

,,Samantha'' you mutter up your best smile, trying to hide the disgust in your voice.

Wilhemina and Cordelia glance at the person standing in front of you, brunette, about your age, wearing a very revealing red dress. Billie can't help herself, moving her hands toward the empty seat next to her ,,Please Y/N introduce us to your friend'' she ushers, and if looks could kill Wilhemina and Cordelia would have already sent the medium to the afterlife by now.

,,Um'' you stutter, unsure what to say or how to introduce her. ,,Cordelia, Wilhemina, Billie this is Sam- Samantha'' you tumble over your words. ,,Oh please Y/N, aren't you going to tell them we used to be a thing'' she teases before the mediums jaw drops slightly.

Cordelia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, her gaze flickering between you and Samantha as she processes the revelation. ,,Oh, is that so?'' she remarks, her tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.

Wilhemina's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she fixes Samantha with a withering glare. "How utterly interesting," she remarks, her disdain evident in every syllable. "I must say, Y/N, I never took you for the type to indulge in such... liaisons."

Before you can say anything or control your breathing, you feel Wilhemina's hand under the table travel from your thigh towards your centre slowly.

Billie, ever the troublemaker, leans in with a devilish grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "How come you have never mentioned dear Samantha, babydoll?" she exclaims curiously.

You squirm uncomfortably under their scrutinising gazes, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. Without realising you hold onto your left upper arm, a nervous habit of yours. Desperately trying to diffuse the tension hanging thickly in the air, you open your mouth to make some sort of statement but the brunette is quicker.

Samantha, unfazed by the palpable awkwardness of the situation, merely chuckles, her gaze locking with yours in a silent challenge. "Oh, but darling, you know what they say about old flames," she purrs, trailing a finger seductively along the rim of her glass. "Sometimes, they have a way of reigniting when you least expect it."

Instantly Wilhemina's grip on your thigh tightens causing you to jolt a little, Billie simply rolls her eyes, unable to understand what you would have ever seen in that girl, before announcing ,,I'm going for a smoke'' swaying her hips more than necessary as she leaves.

,,Billie wait'' you exclaim quickly and she stops in her tracks. ,,Please let me come with you'' you practically beg and she simply smirks before nodding and taking your hand. The silence hangs in the air awkwardly as Cordelia and Wilhemina glance at each other. Samantha simply clears her throat before standing up ,,I'll be at the bar, tell Y/N I'd love to speak a bit more later''. Cordelia's eyebrow again shoots up as Wilhemina's grip on her glass tightens so much that the supreme worries she might just break it.

As soon as Billie and you make it towards the balcony, you inhale and exhale deeply, panic shooting through you a little. ,,Now darling that was quite something'' she admits, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Your gaze averts hers, feeling both shy and embarrassed as well as slightly dizzy, the lack of food and then running into her definitely adding to your state.

Billie scoots closer after a moment before discarding her cigarette on the floor. ,,Now babydoll, before we go back in there, I wanna make sure everyone in there knows you are taken'' and as you gulp you already feel her lips trail down your neck, leaving marks as she causes you to moan a little at the sudden sensation. After she's satisfied, she presses a kiss to your lips, admiring her work, before taking your hand and leading you back to your other two lovers.

Your chest feels a little tight as you make it back inside, however as you see only the redhead and blonde at the table you feel a little calmer, however knowing the raging thunderstorm that was going to happen sooner rather than later. ,,Are you okay sweetheart?'' Cordelia asks gently, noticing how uncomfortable and stiff you seem. You simply nod, trying to meet Wilhemina's icy gaze.

,,Dear Samantha wanted us to let you know she would love to chat with you a little more'' Wilhemina informs. As your eyes fall to your lap, Cordelia and Billie give her a glare, knowing the redhead to be jealous and possessive and deep down so are the two blondes but they could clearly feel how uncomfortable you are. Billie's eyes linger on the bar before clearing her throat ,,Do you want to dance babydoll?'' she asks.

,,Sure'' you mutter out, following the medium to the other room again, Cordelia and Wilhemina following behind. As the music fills your senses, you let loose a little, relaxing in the presence of your girlfriends. Cordelia takes your hand, dancing with you, while Billie moves her body closer and closer to you. Wilhemina doesn't move much, she simply looks at you with her brown eyes, filled with lust. Before you know it she presses her lips on yours in a fiery kiss. Your two blonde girlfriends simply exchange knowing glances, expecting this to be a long night for you.

You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of passion as you dance with the three of them. Cordelia's movements graceful and elegant, her hand guiding yours with gentle touch. Billie's energy remains infectious, her body pressing close to yours, occasionally trailing more kisses down your neck, moving in synch with the rhythm of the music. And Wilhemina, with her intense gaze and commanding presence, leads you with confidence, drawing you deeper into her embrace.

With each step, each turn you feel the connection to your lovers growing stronger. Slowly forgetting about the incident and awkwardness from before. The air is charged with electricity, and the heat of their bodies against yours ignites a fire within you. You lose yourself in the moment, before you suddenly feel another body close to yours.

Samantha's sudden presence adds a twist to the dance, her body pressing against yours in a provocative manner. You feel her movements, her face moving closer to your neck as she tries to draw you into her rhythm. Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and irritation at Samantha's sudden intrusion.

You try to politely disengage, subtly shifting away from Samantha's advances, trying to move closer to your redhead girlfriend, seeking her comfort and protection. However she persists, moving closer and her hands suddenly roaming your body, with a boldness that makes you severely uncomfortable. Sensing your unease, Cordelia steps forward, placing herself between you and your ex girlfriend, her expression firm as she subtly signals for her to back off.

"Hey, why don't you give us a moment alone?" Cordelia suggests, her tone polite but firm. Samantha's eyes linger on the supreme's and you can't believe her impossible behaviour. As you stand between Wilhemina and Cordelia, the music pounds against your eardrums, matching the pounding of your heart against your chest. Your entire body stiffens as you feel incredibly hot, your vision beginning to blur a little.

Before you can make your escape to the bathroom, Samantha's hand reaches for your upper left arm with surprising force, halting your retreat as you meet her gaze. The sensation sends a jolt of panic through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you instinctively try to pull away.

Cordelia instantly picks it up, the pieces finally falling together, having noticed, whenever you get nervous or feel uncomfortable, you would hold onto that same spot.

"Where are you going, darling?" Samantha's voice is disgustingly sweet, but there's a predatory gleam in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine. Her grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin, and you feel trapped, suffocated by her presence.

You glance uncomfortably at Wilhemina, Cordelia, and Billie, silently pleading for help. Their expressions darken with concern as they realise the gravity of the situation, their protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

"Let her go, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is cold and commanding, cutting through the tension like a knife. But Samantha only smirks, her grip tightening even further as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"You can't hide from me, sweetheart," Samantha whispers, her voice laced with malice. "I'll always find you."

With a surge of adrenaline, you wrench your arm free from Samantha's grasp, stumbling backward in your haste to escape. Without a second glance, you flee to the safety of the bathroom, leaving Samantha's mocking laughter echoing in your ears.

Wilhemina's steely gaze follows you as you rush towards the bathroom, her jaw clenched tight with worry but mostly anger. But before she can even take a step towards you, following you, her attention is drawn to Samantha, who stands smirking in the wake of your departure.

,,What is it you think you are doing, Samantha?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air like a whip, her tone icy and unyielding. "You have no right to touch her'' she spits.

Samantha's smirk falters, replaced by a defiant glare as she squares her shoulders, unwilling to back down. The room crackles with tension as Wilhemina takes a step forward, her cane hitting the floor hard, her towering presence casting a shadow over Samantha. "I suggest you leave, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is low and dangerous, her brown eyes flashing with warning. "Or you'll find yourself facing consequences you can't even begin to imagine."

Samantha holds Wilhemina's gaze for a moment longer, her expression a mask of defiance, before finally turning on her heel and striding away, disappearing into the throng of partygoers, faltering at the redheads words and demeanour. Cordelia and Billie exchange glances before heading towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the memories flood back with overwhelming force, each flashback hitting you like a tidal wave. You lean against the sink, struggling to catch your breath as tears blur your vision. The sound of your own sobs echo off the tiled walls, a painful reminder of your time with the brunette.

,,Y/N'' Wilhemina's voice breaks through the haze, her concern evident as she enters the bathroom, followed closely by Cordelia and Billie.

,,I'm so sorry Mina'' you whimper, scared of the consequences this night would have.

"Darling, are you okay?" Cordelia's voice is gentle. Billie stands beside her, a silent but reassuring presence, while Wilhemina watches you with a mixture of worry and confusion.

The redhead reaches out, taking a gentle step towards you as her cane echos through the tiled bathroom. As she tries to gently take your hand and guide you back into the present you suddenly take a step backwards, flinching at the redheads touch. Wilhemina halts, her heart breaking at the sight in front of her. ,,Sweetie, it's us'' Cordelia reassures and her words quickly guide you back into reality.

,,Can we take you home please?'' Billie Dean pleads before you simply nod, unable to form any words. On shaky legs you follow Cordelia before she asks ,,May I hold your hand sweetheart?'' and you take it without a moment of hesitation. Wilhemina and Billie follow behind you, quickly putting you onto the backseat as the two blondes settle in the front, Wilhemina next to you.

Three worried sets of eyes linger on you, and as Wilhemina takes in your trembling, exhausted form, her heart breaks yet again. Unsure whether she could touch you, considering you flinched earlier. ,,Little one?'' she asks drawing your eyes away from the window and towards the woman. As your scared eyes meet her own, you falter before you scoot closer, almost falling into her arms. ,,It's okay'' she coos, running her fingers through your hair, feeling a small sense of content at you melting in her touch.

As you're driven home in Wilhemina's arms, the events of the evening swirl in your mind like a never ending storm. Your vision blurs at the edges, the adrenaline of the confrontation with Samantha draining from your body, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted.

Once home, Cordelia gently eases you into bed, her touch soothing against your skin as she tucks you in with care. Your head spins with fragments of memories and emotions, the weight of the evening pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight, before everything goes black and quiet.

As you drift into a deep slumber, the three of them gather in a quiet corner of the bedroom, their voices low and earnest as they discuss the events of the night. Cordelia sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the fabric as she speaks.

"That was... unexpected," Billie begins, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. Wilhemina nods in agreement, her expression grim. "It's clear she has no respect for boundaries," she says, her voice tight with anger.

Cordelia leans forward, her brow furrowed in thought. "I think there is more to this. Y/N has never mentioned her and judging by tonight, I'm not surprised'' the supreme admits.

Cordelia sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. ,,What do you mean?'' Billie asks, slightly oblivious and possibly tipsy. ,,I think she may have hurt her'' the blonde explains, knowing all too well about the effects of abuse, whether its physical or emotional due to her painful past.

Wilhemina's grip on her cane tightens, her blood boiling, regretting not having killed Samantha on the spot earlier. ,,We should talk to her tomorrow'' Billie opts, worry filling her features. Cordelia and Wilhemina simply nod, before collecting themselves, getting ready for bed to join you. Shuffling a little, you feel soft and gentle arms wrapping around you, causing you to feel safe, despite your slumber.

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,,Do you still love me?'' you ask, voice low and hushed.

,,What makes you think I don't?'' she replies, voice angry and loud.

,,Because you never treat me like you do anymore'' you think to yourself, knowing if you say the wrong thing you would provoke another argument and outburst.

,,Pathetic'' she screams, her grip on your left upper arm tightening yet again.

,,Please stop'' you cry out, your body shaking vividly.

Your sleep is disturbed by a haunting nightmare, replaying the events of the evening with Samantha in vivid detail. In the dream, her presence looms over you like a shadow, her voice dripping with malice as she taunts and torments you. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear and despair, unable to escape her grasp.

,,You aren't going anywhere'' she threatens, her voice raised with anger.

Each time you try to break free, she only tightens her grip, her eyes burning with a sinister intensity. You can feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on you, suffocating you with its intensity. Every whispered threat sends shivers down your spine, leaving you paralyzed with terror.

As the nightmare reaches its climax, you find yourself gasping for air, your heart racing in your chest. You awaken with a sharp cry, drenched in sweat and trembling from head to toe. The memory of Samantha's presence lingers in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over your thoughts and leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jumping out of bed, you retreat to a corner, holding onto that all too familiar spot on your arm again, where your ex girlfriend left you withs scars of the emotional and physical abuse you suffered in the past relationship. Cordelia woke first, noticing your shivering form, she tried to hold you, soothe you but you pushed her away, not realising it was your lover. Wilhemina and Billie woke when you jumped out of bed, stumbling over things before collapsing to the floor.

,,Y/N, sweetie'' the supreme coos, taking in your tired, scared and trembling form. ,,Please don't hurt me'' you mumble, still paralysed by your nightmare and the events from earlier that night. The three of them simply stand there, unable to form any words, your pain weighing down on them. Billie swallows hard, feeling guilty dragging you to that party to begin with, putting you through the obvious trauma again. Wilhemina boiling with anger, unable to believe how this subject only comes to the surface now and how you haven't told them about this yet. She scolds herself for all the times she has been rough with you, raising her voice slightly or indulging in other activities where she was anything but gentle with you.

Cordelia takes a leap, knowing there was no right way to go about this. She simply positions herself behind you, leaning against the wall before whispering ,,Sweetie, it's me Cordelia, you are safe and I am going to hold you now'' before taking you into her arms. As she gently wraps her arms around you, pulling you close despite your resistance. She can feel the tremors coursing through your body, the weight of fear pressing down on her heavily. But she refuses to let you suffer alone.

As you scream and thrash against her embrace, Cordelia holds you tighter, refusing to let go even as you push her away. She whispers soothing words into your ear, her voice a soft melody in the darkness admits the chaos.

Billie steps forward, unsure whether Cordelia was doing the right thing, seeing you struggle so much against her touch. Her eyebrows furrow with worry ,,Delia'' she whispers, tears streaming down the mediums face seeing you in so much agony. Your screams grow louder, more painful before slowly, ever so slowly, your struggles begin to subside, your sobs fading into quiet sniffles as you lean into her embrace. Cordelia holds you close, rocking you gently back and forth, her love for you shining bright even in the darkest of moments.

Billie lets out a shaky breath, before meeting the supremes eyes, a silent thank you for stepping forward and helping you in one of your darkest moments.

,,I'm so sorry for taking you there sweetie'' she apologises, rubbing soothing circles on your legs as she kneels in front of you.

,,What the fuck has that girl done to you Y/N?'' Wilhemina snaps, unable to control her emotions, before you shiver into Cordelia, Billie noticing your fear. She balances on her legs before approaching the redhead. ,,Mina, please she's scared'' the medium pleads and as her brown eyes fall onto your state, her eyes widen, guilt overtaking the redhead. She meets Cordelia's eyes before turning on her heel, leaving the room to cool off, retreating to her office.

Billie meets Cordelia's eyes, a silent conversation between their brown eyes, following Wilhemina while your girlfriend continues to hold you gently in her arms, rocking you back and forth as you let go, accepting her comforting embrace.

In the dimly lit confines of Wilhemina's office, the air is thick with tension, her usually composed demeanour cracking under the weight of her emotions. Papers are thrown across her desk, pieces of glass shattering, reflecting her anger and pain.

Billie enters the room cautiously, her gaze softening as she takes in the sight of her distressed lover. Without a word, she crosses the room and stands beside Wilhemina, offering her silent support.

,,Mina darling'' Billie tries softly, as she watches Wilhemina's trembling hand clutching the edge of her desk, her knuckles turning white with the effort to maintain her composure. But beneath the facade of strength lies a storm of anger, frustration, that Billie Dean could see right through.

,,Please Mina'' Billie tries again, trying to remain calm for her lover, despite her own emotions threatening to spill from her beautiful eyes any minute. ,,It's okay'' she tries, unsure what to say to calm the redhead down.

,,Nothing is okay Billie'' Wilhemina starts ,,This is our fault'' she snaps, sending another wave of documents flying across the room as she swipes her arm across her desk. ,,Darling, this isn't our fault'' Billie tries, despite not believing the words herself. ,,It is, have you thought about all the times we have been rough with her?'' the redhead snaps, anger overwashing her features.

Billie's gaze lands on the floor, unsure what to say as her girlfriend definitely has a point. ,,I don't understand why she has never told us'' Wilhemina admits, her voice quieter now. Billie watches in quiet awe as the redhead slowly begins pouring her heart out. She knows that behind the cold exterior lies a woman of unparalleled depth and love.

Without a word, Billie reaches out and takes Wilhemina's hand in hers, squeezing it gently, a silent gesture. ,,I don't know Mina but she needs us, we need to be here for her now okay?'' she replies before her eyes meet the redheads. Wilhemina simply nods before composing herself and feeling Billie's gentle manicured hands take her back to the dimly lit bedroom.

As they enter, they find you tucked into bed, softly asleep again as the panic subsided, a new set of clothes as you drenched the other ones. Cordelia gives them a gentle smile after putting a glass of water down next to you. ,,Are you okay, love?'' she asks gently, meeting her redhead lovers tired eyes. But Wilhemina isn't in the mood to lay her feelings out again, her walls up high after Billie has seen her outburst moments ago. ,,How is she?'' she urges, taking in your sleeping form. ,,She's okay now, I doubt she will remember much of this in the morning'' the supreme announces softly.

,,Let's go back to bed'' Billie pleads, yawning as sleepiness overtakes her again. Wilhemina hesitates ushering the medium to get into bed before quietly leaving the room. After tucking Billie into bed next to you, the supreme follows after her redhead girlfriend. She finds Wilhemina in her office, papers scattered everywhere, pieces of glass, a reflecting of her anger on the floor. ,,Love?'' Cordelia tries, shutting the door quietly.

With gentle steps she approaches Wilhemina, sitting on her desk chair, head turned away from the supreme. As Cordelia carefully makes her way over, she kneels in front of the redhead. ,,Darling, look at me please'' she ushers before she is met with glassy eyes. Cordelia closes her eyes for a moment, not being able to stand the sight of her girlfriend like this, knowing how much Wilhemina struggles with showing her emotions.

,,It's okay'' she coos before cupping the redheads cheek and suddenly Wilhemina melts right into her touch, a tear streaming down her cheek. The two of them stay like this for a while, before the blonde tries gently. ,,Can you talk to me darling?'' she almost whispers, meeting the redheads glassy gaze. ,,How did we not know Cordelia?'' she pleads with her lover, after the weight of the events crush down on her. ,,I assume she didn't want this darling or maybe she wasn't ready to tell us yet'' the supreme tries, unsure of your reasoning herself.

,,But she should trust us, should have told us'' Wilhemina argues. Cordelia hesitates for a moment before replying ,,We haven't told her either darling''. Wilhemina's eyes shoot up at the supreme's, the weight of her words causing for her walls to build right up again. Of course you could tell that the redheads past left scars on her soul, the same with Cordelia. The blonde rarely mentioned her past, her ex husband and the scars he had left on her soul but you could tell. Wilhemina exhales a deep breath ,,I wish I-'' she starts not wanting to finish her sentence. ,,Darling, you have been nothing but gentle with her'' Cordelia reassures, knowing exactly what lingered on her girlfriends mind. ,,Not always'' Wilhemina whispers, barely audible, thinking back to the times she had been loud with you, rough with you and angry with you.

,,And she handled it with such grace, never showing any signs of being scared or triggered'' the supreme starts. ,,Darling, do you know why?'' but Wilhemina simply shakes her head. ,,Because you- we make her feel safe despite it all''. A small smiles creeps it's way onto Wilhemina's features, wanting to trust her girlfriend, believe her words and a small part of her hoping this was actually the case. Not being able to find another logic explanation she simply nods, her features softening before she presses a kiss to the blonde's cheek. ,,Can we go back to bed now love?'' the supreme asks gently but her gaze lands on the floor, the traces of her anger still there.

,,Let me'' Cordelia suggests, before standing up and with a flick of her wrist Wilhemina's office is back to a normal state, paper neatly folded on her desk, the glass fixed back in its old state. With a gentle smile the redhead thanks her before allowing her to take her back to the bedroom, where they find you and Billie curled up, softly asleep in the comfort of each others arms, before they join you two.

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The week that followed was certainly uncomfortable. The three of them tried to talk to you over and over again but you brushed the subject off each time. Of course you remembered the nightmare and Cordelia holding you down as your screams rippled through the walls of the academy. But a part of you didn't want to remember, acting towards them as if you didn't. This had been exactly the reason you never mentioned anything to them, not being able to stand Billie's guilty eyes following you everywhere. Cordelia hovering and treating you differently. You didn't want to be perceived as different, weak and broken. All you wanted was for them to see you for the way you are and always had been. Wilhemina had been quiet mostly, barely trying to bring the subject up and you aren't sure whether she is upset with you or simply wants to give you the chance to approach her about it.

As the four of you slowly settle into the normality of your lives again, Billie out working, Cordelia in the greenhouse in between teaching classes and doing her usual magic things, Wilhemina working in her office. You find yourself, feeling useless all of a sudden. Usually, whenever you aren't working, you would do things around the academy and help out, having learnt in your life that the price to repay them could be these little things. Your girlfriends often didn't notice, how clean the academy was and that it was through your efforts. The fridge would always be stocked up, washing done, and food served. Sometimes, despite not being a witch and having no clue about witchcraft you would even help out some of the girls with their tasks, at least to the extend your abilities allowed you.

Wandering through the academy, the sun slowly begins to set and coating the large white rooms in a beautiful orange, you think about what you could do next. However, you had already done everything, going shopping, preparing dinner, doing the washing and dishes, tidying Billie's office and helping Delia in the greenhouse. For a moment Wilhemina crosses your mind and whether you should bring her some tea or coffee but instantly you feel a little unease, knowing she would probably give you that broken face again or possibly questioning you and you couldn't stand it.

The thought quickly vanishes, as you hear a knock on the door. Innocently, you make your way towards the door, assuming it's one of the girls as you saw some of them heading out to the markets a while ago or even Billie, although you didn't calculate the fact that they all had keys. As you swing the door open with a smile, it vanishes quicker than it made it's way onto your features. ,,Sam- Samantha'' you stutter, hoping this was just some bad dream again.

,,So this is where you live now?'' she questions, her voice sounding softer than the last few times you had seen her.

As you take in her features, a sense of unease washes over you, having learnt by now that there wasn't a lot of genuine things about the girl standing in front of you. ,,Yes.. how did you know?'' you ask confused, your hand lingering close enough to the door-handle that you could quickly shut it, incase you needed to.

,,Well after the other week, I did some research'' she speaks softly, smiling at you. ,,You live with the Cordelia Goode'' she states, meeting your gaze.

And right there for a second you think about the first time you had met Samantha. Maybe it was the way her voice sounded so soft and loving suddenly or maybe the fact she is wearing something similar to your first meeting, you aren't sure. Recalling the first time you laid eyes on her, how your heart fluttered for the first time. You didn't even know you liked women at the time. Always having been confused about your sexuality as you hated the thought of ever being in a relationship or physical with a man. She was so sweet, showering you in compliments, slowly stealing your heart away. She would keep visiting at your old workplace, always tipping well before eventually handing you her number.

After about a year, the two of you moved in together and that's when everything changed. Samantha would be tired after work sometimes, completely ignoring your existence. Then suddenly she would be very emotionally hard to reach. From showering you in affection and love to nothing in the change of an instant. It took another year for things to get really bad and when her tight grip first made an appearance on your arm, you knew this was a bad idea. It took you a long time to accept your fate and what happened to you, before eventually leaving.

You hadn't seen her in about two years, meeting Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina at one of the most unexpected moments of your life and hesitating at first, whether that was what you wanted. But they convinced you, so gentle, so beautifully and after a few months you moved in with them, always cautious if you aren't making a big mistake again.

,,Darling?'' a voice pulls you back into reality and you cringe at the pet name, feeling like Samantha has no right to call you this anymore. Not after everything that happened and all this time.

,,What do you want from me?'' you spit, feeling a wave of anger and pain wash over you, holding back the tears and the lump forming in your throat.

,,I wanted to apologise'' she suddenly starts and this causes your eyebrows to furrow.

,,Sam-'' you begin, and calling her by her nickname doesn't only take you by surprise.

As she takes a step closer, she moves her hand gently, trying to wipe the tear from your face but you step away, knowing she was unpredictable and this could escalate quickly.

,,Babydoll?'' you suddenly hear the voice of a certain angel emerging closer.

Rolling your eyes, you know this isn't going to end well. ,,Please go'' you plead with her, knowing that Billie for sure wasn't going to take this well. ,,Why? so you can go back to your sugar mommies?'' she suddenly snaps, anger overtaking you at hearing her statement.

,,Give me another chance, I can make you happy Y/N, I'm so sorry about everything'' she pleads, her voice sounding softer again.

Before you can even reply, you see Billie approach, after having parked her car and hearing your voice. The medium simply looks at you and Samantha before walking over to you, positioning herself in front of you, her hand reaching for yours hastily. ,,How have you found this adress?'' Billie asks sternly, her protective instincts kicking in.

Samantha simply rolls her eyes before scoffing ,,How hard do you think it is to find you all? Medium to the stars, Supreme to this coven and whoever the fuck that other weirdo is'' making some weird hand gestures as she exaggerates her statement.

,,Sam'' you express, stepping forward a little but Billie's grip on your hand tightens. ,,You need to leave, please'' you urge, afraid Wilhemina or Cordelia would get ahold of this situation.

,,Fine'' she mumbles before meeting your eyes again. ,,But do you know how I know you still love me?'' she asks as she turns on her heels. ,,You call me Sam- that same way you always have'' and with those words she leaves, leaving a furious Billie Dean behind as well as you struggling to comprehend the whole thing and her words.

,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks after she made sure Samantha left. ,,Are you okay?'' she tries, cupping your cheeks and noticing the dampness of them. ,,I'm fine Billie'' you mumble, reaching for her handbag she abandoned on the floor, before walking inside.

As you make your way to the kitchen, Billie following behind, her heels echoing through the quiet academy. ,,Hey, talk to me'' she tries, noticing how quiet and tense you seem, very unlike you. ,,Just please Billie, don't tell Mina or Delia, they will be furious'' you try as you meet her gaze.

However as her eyes wander from yours into the room, you can tell they are both already there. ,,Don't tell us what?'' Wilhemina questions, her voice sounding stern. You don't turn around, not wanting to meet their gazes and so you simply plead with the medium still standing in front of you. ,,Baby'' Billie tries, tilting her head, knowing she couldn't do what you are asking of her, especially with Cordelia being the supreme and being able to read both of your thoughts if needed.

,,Fine'' you simply mutter, before discarding her handbag on the table, leaving the room, not daring to look at Cordelia or Wilhemina as you make your way towards the stairs. ,,Where are you going sweetheart?'' Cordelia tries but you are already gone. Retreating to the comfort of your bedroom, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Sam's words still replaying in your mind.

,,Billie darling, what's going on'' Cordelia tries gently, meeting her brown eyes with pleading ones. ,,Samantha was just here'' Billie admits, feeling guilty but knowing this couldn't be avoided. A bang of a cane follows her statement, anger overtaking the redhead. ,,What?'' Cordelia questions sternly, her gaze following where you stood moments ago and wandering towards the stairs. ,,How did she find her?'' Wilhemina exclaims angrily, scolding herself for not being there when this unfolded.

,,Apparently it's not hard to find us'' the medium exclaims, lighting a cigarette nervously. ,,Well what happened?'' Cordelia asks, ushering the medium to sit down and the same for the redhead. As Billie takes a seat by the kitchen table, Cordelia following behind, Wilhemina remains standing, balancing the weight of her emotions on her cane, her knuckles turning white. ,,I'm not sure, I found them talking, I think she was apologising to Y/N and she-'' Billie starts but stops herself before carrying on.

,,And what?'' Wilhemina snaps before Cordelia and Billie's head travel in her direction. ,,She said she knows Y/N still loves her and that she wants her back'' the medium can barely finish the statement before a tear rolls down her cheeks. An angry cane bang follows yet again, causing Billie to jolt a little. ,,Pathetic'' the redhead exclaims angrily, before turning on her heel and making her way upstairs, Cordelia trying to stop her with each steps she is taking. ,,Don't'' she tries but Wilhemina can't be stopped, despite their desperate attempts.

As the door swings open, you see the three of them walking in, Cordelia and Billie in front of Wilhemina, as to shield you from the force that was about to happen. Your hearts begin banging against your chest angrily, matching the banging of Wilhemina's cane. ,,So you wanted to keep this from us?'' she starts as she halts her steps.

,,Yes'' you mumble, meeting Cordelia's worried and Billie's guilty eyes. ,,And why is that?'' the redhead questions, her voice sounding more neutral than you expect it to, given the circumstances but Wilhemina knew how to compose herself. ,,Because of this'' you exclaim, anger overwashing your features as your voice raises slightly.

,,Are you actually considering it?'' Wilhemina suddenly snaps, her walls building up high. ,,What?'' you question confused before she finishes her final attack ,,Are you going back to her?'' she spits before Cordelia immediately cuts her off. ,,Wilhemina stop'' she threatens, stepping in between you and the redhead, not wanting this to escalate further.

,,No of course not'' the words flow freely from you now, unable to contain your emotions any longer. ,,Why would I want to do that?'' you question ,,Why would I ever go back to her? she hurt me, shouted at me if I didn't finish the dishes, washing, had food on the table when she returned. Why would I ever go back? when she treated me like she loved me so much but then would stop talking to me on other days?'' with each revelation of your past relationship Cordelia and Billie's jaw drop, only now understanding the extent of the abuse you have suffered. Tears linger in their eyes as they stand frozen in their spot.

,,And this'' you begin before pointing towards the redhead ,,This is what I didn't want, the constant hovering, worry, guilt in your eyes. Looking at me as if I'm some-'' you pause then as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. ,,As if'' you take a deep breath, the words and truth knocking the air from your lungs ,,As if I'm broken'' you admit before angrily wiping the tears from your face, not wanting them to see you so vulnerable and indeed broken.

Neither of them speak and you aren't sure what to take their silence for, not realising that both Cordelia and Billie are crying, Wilhemina's features so much softer but filled with so much pain at the same time. ,,I'll go'' you begin again, before walking over to your dresser, ready to fit all your belongings into a bag. ,,What?'' Billie questions shakily.

,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia questions, not understanding your sudden change of demeanour. ,,I'll leave, so you can have your picture perfect live again, without me'' you admit, now tears streaming down your face again as you keep in the sobs that are threatening to follow soon after. ,,Without this broken me'' you mutter to yourself as you angrily reach for clothes and fail to crumble them into a bag that you found laying around.

,,Little one?'' you suddenly hear Wilhemina's voice ring through the chaos and storm, causing for your ears to ring, hence why you didn't hear her approaching. Her arms find their way around your trembling form, abandoning her cane. ,,Little one'' she tries again before you collapse into the redhead, sinking to the floor as you couldn't stand all the emotions within you, anger, shame, guilt, sadness. She kneels then, ignoring the aching of her back or Cordelia's pleas for her to take over. But she had upset you, so she needed to fix this.

,,Shh'' she coos as you sit on the floor, sobbing into her chest. ,,I'm sorry'' you muffle through sobs ,,I wanted to tell you all but I didn't know how'' you carry on ,,I never thought I would have to see her again'' you finish before the supreme takes over, steadying Wilhemina and taking your sobbing form over to the comfort and safety of the bed.

The room fills with silence as you sit on the bed, sobbing into Wilhemina's chest, her leaning against the head frame of the bed, her back now much more comfortable, although her heart singing a different tune against your head resting on her chest.

,,Sweetie?'' Cordelia tries gently, kneeling next to you and the redhead, Billie hovering nearby. ,,Listen to me, none of this is your fault'' she begins, meeting your eyes as she says those words. ,,It's within your right not to tell us and we aren't upset with you'' she explains. ,,We are worried about you and want to take care of you, will you just let us do that my sweet girl?'' she tries and you simply nod, meeting her brown reassuring eyes.

,,Good girl'' she praises, a sigh of relief leaving her lips.

For a while, you stay like this, you aren't sure how much time had passed as the sky was pitch black by now, the only light source a little lamp in the corner that Cordelia kept on for you, just in case. Billie and Cordelia eventually fell asleep, assuming that you also drifted off to sleep in Wilhemina's chest. However you are still laying awake, listening to the redheads heartbeat, thinking back to the couple of days and regretting your outburst before.

,,Little one?'' Wilhemina whispers, startling you a little as you didn't expect anyone awake. You look up, eyes meeting the redheads, her expression warm, soft and gentle. ,,I'm so sorry about before'' she begins, struggling initially to get the words out. She presses a soft kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle a little. ,,I just wish you had told me so I wouldn't have been as harsh and ..'' but she doesn't finish her sentence, her gaze simply averting yours. ,,Mina?'' you whisper, drawing your attention back to her. ,,I don't mind it, I didn't even realise any of that, because you.. you make me feel safe and I trust you'' you confess.

Her gaze averts yours again but this time you feel tears run down her beautiful features but you are quick to catch them. The redhead can't comprehend a reply, simply deeply touched by your statement and a weight lifting off her shoulders a little through your confession. ,,I'll always keep you safe little one, always'' she promises before you comfortable lay in her arms, Cordelia having sleepily overheard the whole thing and simply smiling contently before wrapping an arm around you.

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