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》ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ《

Mabel x fem!reader

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Song: In the Kitchen – Reneé Rapp Summary: R reminisces in the apartment, regretting what she had lost. Warnings: I'm a terrible person. Merry Christmas. I'm sorry about the ending, but angst. Flashback fluff. Requested by: Requested Words: 4.7k

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The burgundy scarf around your neck felt suffocating as your hand reached up to loosen it, a relieved sigh escaping your lips as you twisted the key into the lock, clicking the door to your apartment open mindlessly. The only sound coming from inside as you made it past the threshold and the door clicked closed behind you, was an unbearable amount of absolute silence, nothing to distract you from the cold feeling of emptiness that took its usual hold on you as you stood stock still in the entryway.

It was the feeling of loneliness, clawing its way through you, the isolation of the apartment feeling wrong to the touch, your keys absently being discarded onto the hooks beside the door, rendered useless, the door now locked. Your tired eyes surveyed the bare apartment, your fingers trailing along the empty walls, your free hand undoing the scarf around your neck completely, its woollen fabric all too familiar.

A few brown boxes littered the apartment floor, packed was everything you owned, the proof that someone lived here, each box stacked neatly against the wall of the living room, ready for the moment they would move. Your fingers finally stopped their trail as your eyes caught sight of the one place you wanted to avoid, swallowing the lump forming in your throat as you took leisurely steps forward.

When you walked into the kitchen your heart hit the floor, your feet taking you slowly forward as you pulled the burgundy scarf off, resting it on the back of one of the kitchen island chairs, your fingers lingering on it for only a moment, before they trailed across the cheap quartz countertop. Your hands captured the edges of the bench as you paused your movements, eyes drawn to a barely noticeable red stain, that no matter how many times you had tried before, you could never remove.

You couldn’t stop yourself as one of your hands reached out, a soft touch as you gently caressed it. A soft smile playing on your lips, a great contrast to the heartache you felt looking at it, the scenery around you a blur, changing within a blink of an eye, the ghostly warmth of arms wrapping around you from behind, a soft melody of music invading the nearly impenetrable silence.

Mabel placed the glass of red wine down in front of you, her arms circling you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as you tried your best to cut the vegetables, your tongue poking out the side of your mouth in concentration. A stutter occurred in your movements as your heart rate picked up, her warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine, the tips of your ears turning red, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Mabel gave a cheeky grin, placing a kiss behind your ear, moving her lips down to your throat, the action causing the knife in your hand to slam against the cutting board, narrowly missing your fingers in the process. Mabel chuckled, “Please be careful, the knife is so big, and we can’t have another ER trip.” We’re too young, too dumb, too in love to afford it.

“Then stop distracting me,” you felt her smile against your neck, her hands digging into the suede fabric of the short royal blue dress you wore, moving to caress your stomach. You tried your best to ignore her antics, her lips warm and soft against your neck, her hands making you shudder before you placed the knife down carefully. You turned in her hold, bearing witness to the devilish smile on her lips, the sparkle in her pretty brown eyes, as your hands moved to grip her waist, “You’re a real troublemaker. Do you know that, belle?”

She smirked as she looked into your eyes, her hands sliding up your sides, never ceasing in their movements, “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you, pretty girl,” she bit her lip.

You groaned at the action, “Fuck,” moving a hand up to cup her chin, only to use your thumb to pull her bottom lip out from between her teeth, “Don’t do that.” Your thumb lingered on her lips.

She gave a cheeky smile, the dimples you loved so much on display, “Or what?” she chuckled teasingly, “What are you going to do about it?” she bit her lip again, your eyes drawn to it as you tried your best to hold back a moan.

You couldn’t help but smile at her in return, your hand moving up to brush against her bangs, before moving to grasp the back of her neck, a small gasp leaving her lips, causing her teeth to release their hold on her lips as you moved yours closer to hers. Mabel let out a small groan as your lips ghosted over hers teasingly, but never touched. “What,” you whispered with a chuckle, a smirk adorning your lips.

Her hands squeezed your waist, nails digging through the fabric of your dress, hands bleeding through as if they were touching your skin directly, “Stop being such a tease,” she pouted.

You rolled your eyes with a grin, wrapping your arms around her waist as you teased her with your lips for a second longer, before swallowing any demands that were about to leave her mouth, as you captured them in a passionate kiss. A needy moan left Mabel as she made a show of pushing you roughly against the counter, her hands moving up your body, only causing you to elicit one of your own in return.

It felt like her nails had you enraptured as they scraped against your dress indirectly scraping against your skin, a shiver running through your body as you pulled her against you, slipping your tongue into her waiting mouth, feeling pleasure as she tangled hers with your own.

She moved her hands away, carefully pushing the cutting board back, being mindful of the knife, as she lifted you onto the counter, her mouth remaining attached to yours as she moved in between your thighs, her nails scraping along them from under the hem of your dress. Your eyebrows only furrowed as you felt her touch suddenly disappear from your burning skin.

It didn’t last long, your lips detaching from hers as you felt the woollen material around the back of your neck, her dimples on display as she gave you an affectionate smile, her lips swollen from the kiss. A look of confusion adorned your face as you looked down at the burgundy scarf, your fingers fiddling with the edges, as you looked back up at her, “Call it an early Christmas present,” she grinned.

“But it’s only October,” she rolled her eyes at your whispered reply, situating the scarf evenly on both sides, grabbing hold of your hand in the process.

Her brown eyes met yours, “I know,” she licked her lips nervously, “I just wanted an excuse to give you something.”

You brought her hand up to your lips, kissing her knuckles softly, “You never need an excuse to do anything,” you smiled against her knuckles, “But next time it’s my turn.”

Mabel chuckled with a nod, her cheeks slightly tinted, as she pulled your hands down, nuzzling her nose against yours, “It’s only been two weeks,” she kissed the corner of your mouth, pulling her hand away to fiddle with the burgundy scarf that now rested on your neck, “And yet I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.”

You gulped, watching as she grew slightly nervous, her breath stuttering for a moment, the music in the background a low hum. Mabel looked up into your eyes, from under her lashes, pulling you closer by the scarf, “Feels like I’ve known you for an eternity,” you smiled softly, licking your lips.

She smiled, your hand moving up to cup her cheek, as your thumb caressed it softly. She pulled you in, placing a delicate kiss onto your lips, before trailing them across your cheek. You didn’t know what to expect once she reached your ear, her warm breath fanning against it filling your stomach with butterflies as her lips ghost against your ear, “I love you.” It was only a whisper and yet it still sent your mind into a slight panic.

Your breathing stuttered as you struggled to understand, not knowing if you had heard her right, or if your mind was just playing tricks on you. It was the sound of glass cracking that broke the tense moment, as your elbow knocked the glass of wine down, staining the cheap quartz kitchen bench in red. “What?” it was a mere whispered breath, one that you had hoped Mabel hadn’t heard, but with her not having moved since she said it, you could only assume she had as she pulled away from you.

Neither of you moved, your first instinct being to avoid eye contact, the only sound entering the vicinity being the low hum of the melody that was playing. It wasn’t until you felt her move away, your hand reaching out for her before watching as she grabbed the tea towel that lay by the kitchen sink. You hadn’t noticed the wetness of the wine, red and blue making purple as it stained your once clean dress, you hadn’t noticed anything other than her, wondering if you’d fucked up every chance you had with her by your reaction.

She didn’t look up at you, avoiding eye contact as she placed the tea towel into the ever-growing stain, you moving hesitantly closer despite the inner turmoil you felt. You’d never heard the words ‘I love you’ before, it wasn’t something you’ve ever said to another nor received in return. It was new to you, it wasn’t like you didn’t know how you felt as you placed your hand over hers, stopping the movement of the towel, and moving her hand slightly away from the small pieces of broken glass.

You were urging her to look at you, disliking the unbearable tense silence, your free hand moving to cup her chin, your only instinct causing you to turn her to face you, your thumb stroking her bottom lip absently. She avoided your eyes, her expression downcast, a great contrast to how she looked earlier. “Hey,” you whispered, “Please look at me.” You couldn’t bear it, her silence pulling at your heartstrings in indescribable ways.

Her movements were hesitant, her eyes finally meeting yours as you captured her lips in a tender kiss; you did know how you felt. You weren’t oblivious to the feelings inside you, it scared you more than anything the hold she had on your heart, the power she held. You were terrified that one day she’d find better and the heart that was built just for her, could crumble into a billion pieces with a flick of her fingers. But in the end, you knew that you would fall for her over and over, and you believed with your entire being that nothing would ever get in the way of that.

You took a deep breath as you pulled back to look into her beautiful brown eyes, only to see them close as you cupped her cheek, watching as she nuzzled into the palm of your hand, “You don’t have to say it back,” there was a slight tremble in her voice as if she was just as scared as you, scared of the rejection, a deep fear that replicated yours, that one day you would also find better and have no use for her, but in all honesty, no one would ever come close to the perfection that was Mabel.

“I know,” you whispered, your stained dress the last thing on your mind as you grabbed her hand and placed it against your heart, her pretty brown eyes coming into view as she opened them, “But I'd be lying if I said I didn’t.” you allowed her to feel the beat of your racing heart, gulping down the nerves you felt, “I love you, belle.” You nuzzled your nose against hers, “More than anything in this world.”

You pulled her against your chest, a tear slipping from her eye as you held her close, kissing the crown of her head tenderly as you rocked her back and forth in tune with the song, her in your arms like it was always meant to be, “Are we stupid for moving this fast?”

A soft smile played on your lips as you laughed lightly, “You could never be stupid,” a hand moved up to brush her bangs, your thumb wiping away the few tears that fell down her cheek, “I was the one being stupid,” you rested your lips against her cheek, “I just never thought someone as undeniably perfect as you, could ever love someone like me.”

She moved back, her hands moving to cup your cheeks as she looked you straight in the eyes, “To me,” she pushed the loose pieces of hair behind your ears, “You are perfect.”

You moved your head slightly as you kissed her palm, leaning over her as you turned up the stereo, the song playing becoming louder as you pulled her closer, dancing with her slowly, “If this is a dream,” you whispered with your forehead against hers, “I hope I never wake up.”

She grinned with a small laugh, “If this is a dream,” she whispered in return, “I hope it doesn’t become lost and you remember it forever.”

“I could never forget anything when it comes to you,” She laughed a bit louder, as you picked her up and spun her around, dipping her once her feet hit the ground, your lips capturing hers for a moment, before normalising your stance, “I almost forgot about the mess,” you glance over at the table then down at your dress.

She smiled softly as she reached for her favourite grey zip-up hoodie that hung on the back of one of the kitchen island stools, before placing it around your shoulders, “It can wait,” she chuckled, loving the way you looked in something that was hers, “Live a little,” her arms moved around your neck, resting along the scarf you wore as she swayed back and forth to the song.

You hummed, along to the tune as you slowly danced with her, spilled wine and dinner the last thing on your mind, as you led her to the living room. Your eyes never left her for even a moment, mesmerised by all that was Mabel, the carefree nature she felt as she danced with you, the laugh she let out as you spun her in circles. The sigh of satisfaction she let out when the next song came on and you held her against your chest.

She was warm, her ear against your beating heart as she listened to her favourite sound, the unique pattern of beating only she could cause.

You closed your eyes, as your head rested against hers, the song coming to an end as you stayed locked in an embrace, one you wanted to last forever.

You took a deep breath, music only a distant sound as you opened your eyes to the sight of the empty living room. Your arms captured nothing but an empty space, in the cold air of the dark apartment. It had felt so real, finding the burgundy scarf and her grey hoodie wrapped around you just like it had been in the memory, your hands moving to rub your eyes as you sighed, the two items of clothing finding themselves in your lap as you sat on the floor, against the wall.

You couldn't help but hold them to your chest, wishing she’d come back for her favourite hoodie, hoping that maybe she would change her mind and come with you to LA. You were selfish, selfish in thinking that she would do everything you asked, selfish in thinking that she would drop what life she had to follow you. You knew that you were selfish.

If only she’d realised that you hadn’t just wanted her to come with you, you had just wanted her to stop you from taking the job that awaited you there, the job you had run away from taking many years ago. Except a part of you just wanted her to stop you from going 3,000 miles away from her. You just wanted her to tell you to stay. You were selfish, an idiot and you knew that as you let the tears fall, your back against the wall. You knew you were the biggest idiot of them all.

They wouldn’t stop, as your heart felt the pain of her absence, the snow falling without a care by the window on this lonely Christmas Eve. The few boxes left in the apartment waiting for tomorrow, until when the apartment would be empty.

You waited until morning, as you packed the rest of the boxes that lay in the apartment into the car. You took one last look inside the apartment, the final box under your arm, as you closed the door on the life you were leaving behind, a sigh leaving your lips.

Strangers, to lovers, to enemies.

You took one last look at the road after loading the final box into your car, some part of you wanted her to be here. Some part of you secretly wanted to stay, to give up this big opportunity you‘d declined from your father once, and just be with her. Cars came and went, none being her as you resigned yourself to hopping in the car and driving away.

The car started and disappeared as fast as it came.

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Her car swerved to a stop in front of your apartment, she had no idea whether or not it was too late, her heart dropping when she didn’t see your car anywhere. Her car door slammed closed behind her, the coat she wore too big on her small frame as she looked around the snow-covered streets on Christmas, a single lily in her hand, the call going to your voice mail as she tried for what felt like the millionth time.

The dark-haired woman was in a hurry as she ran into the apartment complex, not paying attention to the receptionist, taking the stairs two at a time despite the warnings to be careful. There was a slight tremor to her hands as she made it to your floor, her hands finding warmth in her pocket as the nerves she felt built up, making her way closer and closer.

Deep down maybe she knew she wouldn’t make it in time, that fate was working against you both, the speed in which she drove not fast enough to beat the traffic of Christmas. The moment she had made it to your door any hope that she had, of getting you to stay was meaningless, her hands shaking as they reached for the door handle, only to find it unlocked.

She opened the apartment, it all too bare to the eye, a sting at the heart to its emptiness as she made her way inside. Her steps were slow as she closed the door behind her, her fingers running across the bare walls, before making it to the kitchen.

Her heart hit the floor, as she went in, her hands trembling as she caressed the barely noticeable stain on the kitchen counter. She closed her eyes after a shaky breath, her eyes catching the letter, seeing a royal blue scarf and her grey zip-up hoodie folded under it.

 She took a deep breath placing the single lily she held beside the items on the bench as she took hold of the letter before opening it,

Dear belle,

I’d hate to think that this will probably be the last time I call you that, but even now I can’t seem to find it in myself to stop, because its meaning has always been true when it comes to you. You are and forever will be beautiful.

It feels weird writing a letter, I’ve never done it before, but when everything I own is in boxes and all I have is a pen and paper, it felt much more personal to do. I don’t even know if you’re ever going to see this, some part of me hopes you don’t but a big part of me hopes you find yourself at the apartment on Christmas, some part of me will regret not at least saying goodbye to you.

Do you ever think about the moment in the kitchen, the night you told me ‘I love you’ for the first time. What had been running through my mind when the words had left your lips, I’d never heard the words in my life, the only time through a screen when an overly cliche romance film was playing. But you said them so easily, only a whisper that set me into a panic, it was a moment where I thought I had deluded myself with the fact you said it, that maybe the words that had left your lips were all in my head.

It was beyond me, that someone like you could ever love someone like me, especially with my every flaw.

Sometimes I go back to that night in my mind, the night that felt like a dream, the night under the starry sky that made me feel like we were impossible, and a part of me hopes somewhere, in another reality we are. (Maybe I’m not so much of a coward in that reality.)

But sometimes during these moments, when I find myself alone in my empty apartment, I miss your scent, I miss the warmth you made me feel, the love only you could ever show me, and it almost tempts me into staying. But then reality sets in, and I get this feeling that the timing just wasn’t right, that the only one keeping me in this place, was you.

Don’t ever forget that I will always love you, no matter where I find myself, a piece of you will always be with me, and I hope that fate will let us meet again, under a starry sky.

Forever yours,

Your pretty girl

P.S. I said next time it was my turn, Merry Christmas.

Mabel wiped her cheeks, the ink on the paper smudged by her tears as they fell. Her fingers stroked the fabric of the royal blue scarf, holding it to her chest with her letter as she closed her eyes.

She opened them back up, full of determination as she collected the grey hoodie next, running out the door and out of the apartment complex to her car. She tried to phone again as she drove, the call ringing on before getting disconnected. She turned on the GPS quickly, going the way she knew you went as she tried again to call you.

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Your phone rang beside you, the car stopped at a red traffic light, your teeth releasing your fingernail from their grip as you reached over to answer it, brushing against the burgundy scarf in the passenger seat, accidentally knocking the phone off the chair in the process. You sighed, as you reached down, undoing your seatbelt so you could reach it, pulling it up as you grabbed hold of it, settling back in your seat, the call ending as you went to check your phone for who it was.

The car behind you honked its horn, distracting you from your current task as your eyes removed themselves from the phone in your hand, causing you to glance their way before looking back at the now green light. Your foot switched quickly, settling off the brake as you moved to the accelerator, your phone clutched in your hand as you held the steering wheel, beginning your long journey once again.

It happened within a blink of an eye, something flashing in the corner of your vision, the sound of tires skidding invading your very senses, just as the side of your car was suddenly struck. Your phone fell from your grip as it began ringing again, your mind not being able to process it as your ears began to ring, glass flying all around you, your head slamming hard against the door, your vision fading almost instantly, airbags failing to deploy. “Mabel,” it was the last thing to leave your lips a shallow breath as you tried your hardest to breathe, the blaring sound of the car alarm all around you, and the ringing of the phone that would forever be left unanswered.

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Mabel felt something inside her snap, like a piece of her was missing, like she had lost something as she began to drive slower. The flashing of red and blue lights distracted her for a moment, the traffic feeling more like a bad omen than anything. She had this bad feeling, a chill running down her back and yet she couldn’t understand it, her heart beating slightly faster than usual as she looked at the lights.

Fragments of metal and glass shards scattered across the partially snowy road in the middle of the intersection at the traffic lights, skid marks joining the already undesirable mess. She nearly didn’t have time to park her car, breath catching in her throat as her car door was slammed open, her eyes catching sight of a now barely recognisable but familiar car in the fresh rubble.

She was stumbling forward, converse sneakers crunching in the snow, almost tripping in her steps as she looked at the smashed pieces, the remnants of blood splattering crimson on the road making her sick to her stomach. Mabel couldn’t pay attention to anything else, her eyes catching the familiar burgundy scarf on the ground as the wind blew it against her feet. Its all too memorable material was frayed, seeming to have rips and tears in it, very unlike how it was when she last saw it. Her fingers ran against the fabric as her throat closed up, paramedics and police surrounded the scene, the bystanders only bearing witness to the tragedy that had become of the drivers.

 She felt an unnatural warmth on her back, tears falling from her eyes as she watched them place the white sheet over you, unmoving and unnaturally pale, blood seeming to cover your very being. And for the first time after reading the letter, she thought of it, of that night in the kitchen, wishing she could go back to that night. Wishing she had made it in time to stop you from leaving. She didn’t pay any mind to the shards of glass that dug into her knees as she fell to the ground, the snow like blades, a soundless scream leaving her lips as she cried in unbearable pain.

She never wanted to believe that this was the reality. That she would never hear your laugh again, the memory of your smile now deluded with the image of your pale bloody figure.

To her and to you, life had been cruel, fate had been even crueller and reality in every sense of the word was the cruellest of them all. Because all three had worked against her to create a world she never wanted to live in, one where you didn’t exist.

So she wept, glass and asphalt digging into her skin, the pain in her knees numb and frozen from the snow being nothing in comparison to the knife that had been thrust into her heart, as it clawed itself out and fell right into your lifeless hands.

If only she’d made it in time.

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Jamie Speaks:

R wasn't meant to die... I don't know how that happened.

When the lyric "But now you're dead to me" becomes a reality...

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𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝚰𝐌𝐄𝐑: ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ᴹᵉˡⁱˢˢᵃ ᴮᵃʳʳᵉʳᵃ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ��ᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵛᵉˡʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ. ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

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Goddess.

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I'm Lorraine whenever I see her:

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✮ᴋᴀᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇs✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ʟᴏʀʀᴀɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ✮

》ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴏᴜs《 (+𝟷𝟾)

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴍᴀʙᴇʟ✮

》ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀɴɴ✮

》ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴘʜᴏᴇʙᴇ ᴀᴛᴡᴇʟʟ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮sᴋʏᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴇʀ✮

》ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ《 (+𝟷𝟾)

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴠᴀᴅᴀ ᴄᴀᴠᴇʟʟ✮

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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✮ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs✮

》ʟᴀsᴛ ᴋɪss《

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ

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𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝚰𝐌𝐄𝐑: ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ᴶᵉⁿⁿᵃ ᴼʳᵗᵉᵍᵃ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵛᵉˡʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ. ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

[xmarziex]

》ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴏᴜs《 (+𝟷𝟾)

Lorraine Day x fem!reader

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Song: Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland Summary: R flustering Lorraine leads to her returning the favour. Warnings: top!lorraine, bottom!femreader, smut, reader receiving, choke kink, praise kink?, reasonably bad smut, me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 4.6k

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"You want to know something, Church Mouse," You whispered in Lorraine's ear after the filming had concluded, "I have a feeling one of these days, that boom mic is just going to fall right out of your pretty little hands."

Lorraine's cheeks tinted red at the feeling of your warm breath tickling her ear, the feeling of your lips so close sent electrical currents down her spine, leaving the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. "Are you calling me weak, Y/N?" she looked over her shoulder with a small glare, that you couldn't help but smile at, the glare coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

You chuckled as you observed her your eyes always seemingly mesmerised by the very sight of her, "More like small," you pinched your fingers together with a grin.

The brunette rolled her pretty brown eyes at you, her blush deepening ever so slightly as she started putting away the film equipment with a huff, "Don't you got better things to do, that don't include annoying me?"

"Hmmm," you looked up as if in thought for a moment, your finger tapping your chin. A grin returned to your features, your eyes looking directly into Lorraine's brown ones, "Nothing better is coming to my mind right now. So, no."

"Why are you even here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her words.

You observed her, revelling in how annoyed she seemed to be as you chuckled, "Your little boyfriend RJ," you grinned as her head tilted in confusion at that, "I was the script writer for his little project."

"He's not my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.

You bit your lip at her words, "Doesn't mean he doesn't want to be," you motioned towards him, and the way his eyes not so subtly looked towards Lorraine every once in a while. "Why did you decide to come anyways, thought this wasn't your scene."

It didn't take an idiot to know exactly what you were referring to, her nickname 'Church Mouse' a target on her very being, only adding to the fact it was most definitely not her scene. She eyed you for a moment, "I could say the same about you," her cheeks tinted a little at the memory of what the film was about, "I didn't know you were into writing adult films."

"You know me, Church Mouse," you grinned, as you leaned closer to whisper in her ear, your fingers trailing gently down the cross-pendant necklace that seemed to adorn her neck, "Always looking for an excuse to hang out with you."

She pushed your face away from her as she shivered at your heated breath against her ear, your fingers automatically letting go of the necklace, "Stop calling me that," she cleared her throat, her cheek painted a deep pink in her blush.

You smirked at her, liking the sight, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't respond as she finished packing up the equipment, walking away from you as she did without a single goodbye. You laughed to yourself, liking the fact that you could rile her up. You were surprised to see her walk out without stomping her feet immaturely, maybe chalking it up to her small stature to make you think that way.

You sent RJ a sarcastic wave as he eyed you with narrowed eyes, his eyes never taking themselves off you as you left the room. The front door closed behind you as you stood outside, the wind brushing smoothly against your skin as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, as you imagine her pretty brown eyes, the way they watched the scene as she held the boom mic that was way too big for her. She seemed mesmerised and almost as if she were curious, and maybe she was, but your eyes never left her face during that moment.

It was hard to believe that RJ could ever call her a prude, since she did come on this trip and didn't try to leave when she found out what the film would be about. Sometimes you wondered or even hoped that maybe she came here for you because she knew you would be going. You did after all agree to write the script for this film just because you knew she would be there.

You stayed out for a moment longer, revelling in the feeling of wind blowing against your skin, as your mind filled with images of her. You sighed as you walked back into the house, beginning your mission to look for the girl who was playing on repeat in your mind, a grin taking over your features as you began searching for her, just wanting to fall into the warmth her presence always brought.

It had been the tug on your arm, a pair of small hands pulling you into a random bedroom, back pressing against the door suddenly as soft lips attacked yours with a vengeance. Your eyes were blown wide in shock for only a second, your heart beating incredibly fast in a moment of adrenaline, not quite expecting it. You took notice of Lorraine's small stature almost instantly, not having enough time to take in the fact she was only wearing an oversized blue striped shirt – a striking contrast from the polo shirt and denim jeans she was wearing earlier – before your body relaxed, your eyes closing as you reciprocated the rough kiss.

Her hand reached out clumsily behind you, as she blindly locked the door with a 'click'. Caging you inside between her arms, her hands now lying on either side of you. Your back was pressed roughly to the door, her lips so animalistic against yours, feeling as one of her hands began trailing up your arm in slow motion, leaving burning flames against your skin in their wake. It felt subtle at first, the way they gradually traced up your bicep and towards your throat, before her hands latched onto the back, her body already moulding with yours.

You didn't know where to place your hands, letting Lorraine take the lead as her fingers took to curling into your hair. It felt so gentle, before she roughly tugged on the strands, your head falling back against the door hard as her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving it a pull, only to elicit a needy moan from your very lips. The vibration made Lorraine shiver in ecstasy, thoughts of the way she would have you invading her mind, thoughts of the way she would make you fall to her every whim. She wanted you begging for her touch, a whimpering mess that only ever wanted her.

It was so unlike her, you weren't expecting it when you went searching for her, and maybe she knew that. She felt like a seductress in this moment, you could almost believe she had planned this from the way she was dressed in only a shirt. It didn't seem to matter to you whether or not it had been unlike her in the time that she had you pressed against a door, because all your mind could think up was the way you didn't want her to stop and that if this were a dream, you hoped you could remain in this eternal slumber.

A sequence of heavy breaths left you, Lorraine releasing your bottom lip from between her teeth as you both opened your eyes to look at each other, "Is this, okay?" her hand loosened its hold on your hair, allowing you to nod your head frantically at the question with a breathless 'Yes' leaving your lips. She trailed her fingers down your throat, it bobbing as you gulped, her finger making its way towards your collarbone as she gripped the collar of the flannel button-up that you wore, the hem tied in a knot, the piece of clothing accentuating your figure perfectly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as her own sparkled, the perfect combination of lust and hunger laying within matching yours, hers only hinting at what was to come, both lips yours and hers similarly bruised.

She tugged you with her like a dog on a leash as she walked backwards, pulling you against her body as her lips attached to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when she smoothly spun you both halfway. You were walking in reverse now, your mind completely blanked by the pleasure the brown-eyes beauty had you falling into, just from the feel of her lips on yours, her warm skin sending heat down to your very core. You stilled suddenly, the feeling of the back of your knees hitting the side of the bed rooting you to your spot.

You let out a needy whine, your breathing coming out laboured as you missed the heat on your skin when Lorraine seemed to detach herself from you. You felt the force as small hands reached forward and pushed themselves against your chest, your body sinking into the mattress below, your eyes not missing the smirk on Lorraine's face as she stood before you.

The brunette leaned down, her hands dipping into the comforter as she lifted her small frame onto the bed, climbing slowly on top of you. Her hand reached out in its haste, grasping your chin in a vice grip as her beautiful brown eyes bore into yours. "This is how it should be," she whispered huskily, licking her lips, "This is where you should be."

Her breathing stuttered at the whimper that left your lips, "God, Lorraine." Your hands moved under her shirt, gripping Lorraine's hips as she straddled your waist, keeping her bare thighs on either side of you, your fingers caressing the skin beneath her shirt absentmindedly.

"What?" she teased as she tightened her grip on your chin, "No Church Mouse?" she stared into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into a forceful kiss. You didn't have time to fall into the kiss before she was already pulling her lips away from you, pushing you roughly back down as she released her hold on your chin. Her fingers moved sensually down your throat, causing you to gulp as they slowly moved on the top of your flannel. Her hands gripped either side of the fabric in a vice grip, before pulling it harshly apart, the buttons flying off as the shirt ripped open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor the last thing on your mind, your heart banging incredibly fast against your ribcage.

A smirk remained adorned on her luscious lips, her fingers tracing their way down your collarbone until they reached the lace of your bra, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could see it in her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted at that moment, lifting your back off where it lay on the bed, helping Lorraine as she pulled the rest of your flannel button-up off your body, the piece of clothing finding itself thrown across the room. Your red lacey bra came next, her hands reaching around you to unlatch it, only fumbling for a moment before it came undone, uncovering your breasts completely as it slid down your arms. She bit her lip, throwing the bra to join the shirt on the floor.

Lorraine pushed you back down, your back sinking into the mattress once again, the grip you had on her hips tightening ever so slightly. You watched in mere anticipation, her hands reaching down to the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it smoothly off her body, before throwing it to join yours. You gulped, eyes travelling down her body, her voluptuous breasts now just as bare as yours, your eyes trailing down even further towards the yellow panties she wore. You only had a second to stare before you felt a hand on your chin as she harshly raised it so your half-lidded eyes would connect with hers, "Did I give you permission to look, princess?"

You gulped at the nickname, not quite understanding the multitude of feelings that were invading your senses, heat pooling deep within yourself even more at this moment. You were merely frozen in place, your body quivering in excitement from the authoritative tone in her voice. "I'm sorry..." your voice trembled, almost feeling foreign to you, not quite used to being so ready and helpless under another's command, never imagining that you would be so aroused by it.

The brunette's hand remained gripping your chin, trying to gouge your reaction before you felt her release it from her tight grasp. She lifted her hips only slightly, your eyes tracking her every movement as she slowly began crawling down your body, causing you to shudder when her hands trailed down your sides sensually as she went. Her eyes tracked the length of your body, travelling down every feature on display before her hands connected with the waistband of your denim shorts.

She traced her hands along the waistband, feeling your breathing stutter when her finger leisurely undid the button, before slowly pulling down the zipper, dragging out the suspense as if to torture you. "Lift your hips," her voice caused you to shiver, your arousal only increasing by the second, your reaction automatic, as she commanded, your hips lifting, your abdomen flexing as she began pulling the shorts down from your hips. You had sunk back into the mattress when you lowered yourself back down, Lorraine continuing her task of pulling the piece of clothing down your legs, her grip burning on your thighs as they finally came off, being thrown into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

You were a panting mess, Lorraine's hands trailing up your legs. "Please..." you whimpered, her fingers edging closer to your red lacey panties, doing nothing to calm your eternal need, the fabric already pooling with an embarrassing amount of heat.

She bit her lip, not giving into the moan that was begging to leave her lips at your reaction to her control on you. "Please, what?" she trailed her hands on your thighs, an unbearable heat being left in their place as your impending wetness continued to seep through the fabric of your panties.

You moaned at her touch, "Please, Lorraine," you panted not knowing whether from the pain of your unending want, or your need for her to touch you, "I need you."

Her hands left your body, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact making you feel almost cold despite the ever-growing burning heat on your skin. She observed you, the way your body was shaking for her touch, absolutely begging for it, before gripping your chin between her fingers as she moulded her lips with yours. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging at it before she let it go and stared you dead in the eyes, "Get on your hands and knees." You didn't question it, your body working automatically as you were quick in giving her exactly what she wanted, letting her take control of the situation easily. Your hands and knees met the sheets, Lorraine moving up behind you, her mouth reaching close to your ear as she pushed your head into the pillow, "Good girl." It was sultry when it left her lips, a sweet sense of ecstasy sending a shiver down your spine, your breathing shallower at the words that left her mouth.

You whimpered at the contact, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of your ear slowly, before you felt her teeth tug harshly on your earlobe, letting it go almost instantly. You felt her move, her hands trailing down your body, staying on your breasts for a moment longer, her fingers circling the hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug, before trailing her hands further down to the waistband of your red panties.

You were trembling in anticipation, Lorraine leaning down to bite your shoulder as her fingers played with the waistband of the final piece of clothing. You felt the harsh tug, hearing fabric tearing as she ripped the panties clean off your body, a hiss leaving your lips at the sting the elastic created, the now ripped fabric joining the rest of the clothes.

The brunette didn't give you much time to dwell on the slight pain, her hands grasping onto your bare ass, rubbing sensual circles against your cheeks. You felt as one of her hands left it, before striking down hard, a loud smack resounding in the room as her hand connected sharply with your ass. A loud groan left your lips, a moan replacing it when she began rubbing the spot again.

One of her hands slid up to be against your back, pushing down as her other travelled down from your ass, sliding lower towards your centre, a groan leaving both your lips in unison when her fingers finally made contact, "You're so fucking wet for me, princess" she growled, "I bet you fucking love this, don't you?" Her hand slid sensually across your sopping-wet folds, leaving for only a moment as you felt a hard slap to your core when you remained quiet, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, her voice commanding, "Answer me."

"Oh god yes," you groaned, voice shaky, clenching the bed sheets between your fists. You waited in anticipation, a chuckle leaving Lorraine's lips, your eyes squeezing shut when you felt her leaning closer, her breath warm and tingling against your throbbing core.

She pulled her fingers back for a moment, her hand residing on your hip as her tongue began to trail painfully slow across the length of your slit, her tongue pushing against it, as it ran between your folds. You shook, wanting her to keep going, just to bring you the satisfaction you were dying for, your teeth sinking into the pillow below you as you tried your hardest not to scream out.

You felt yourself clench, her teeth gracing your clit for a small moment as she gave it a rough tug. Lorraine hummed in satisfaction as she pulled her face back, "You taste so fucking good," she moaned. You tensed at the feeling of her hand trailing leisurely up your thigh, her finger making contact with your core, forcing you to twitch in need. A gasp left your lips, your teeth pulling away from the pillow when you could no longer keep it in. You gave an involuntary shiver at her touch, gasping out against the pillow when you felt her tease a finger inside, before slipping it in, following it up with a second. Your walls clenched around them almost automatically, a muffled moan releasing from your lips as you tried your hardest to remain quiet.

She wasn't the Church Mouse you remembered at this moment, a feeling that she would be gentle during these moments was thrown out the window as soon as you felt her push in roughly, reaching as deep as she could possibly go, before beginning to pump her fingers. But you had felt it gentle at first, her fingers slathering onto your slickness easily, her movement impossibly slick, until she started moving more harshly.

Lorraine's hand on your back seemed to push down more, her fingers not stopping their movements for even a moment, not leaving you time to think as they moved unbelievably fast, the muffled moans being lost inside the pillow your teeth had found themselves latched back onto.

You felt her move, her fingers not stopping their excessive pumps as she leaned down, her tongue trailing slowly up your spine. You couldn't focus on anything, the overload of sensations blanking your mind, your lips releasing an excessively loud moan when you felt her teeth sink into your shoulder for the second time, in the exact same spot.

Her breasts closed in against your back, her hard nipples feeling incredibly hot against your skin. You felt her lips against your ear, her pumps not stopping for even a moment as the hand on your back left. You didn't know what was going to happen, you had never been in this situation before. Her hand closing around your throat was the last thing you had expected, your teeth relinquishing their hold on the pillow as she used her hold on your throat as leverage to pull you up off the bed and against her chest.

You could hear the slick sounds as she pumped, a third finger easily joining the two already inside you as she moved against your soaked walls, her fingers curling while she pulled you deeper against her chest. You were so close, your walls twitching against her fingers, her teeth grazing your ear, "Don't cum until I tell you to," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. "Do you understand me, princess?"

You nod your head frantically, before feeling her squeeze your neck for an actual answer, "Yes—" you choked out, a panting mess as you tried to hold in your desire to have your release, her finger continuing their relentless pumps.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling yourself creeping closer to the edge, your wall clenching around her fingers hard as you tried to hold back, her fingers hitting all the right places. You knew she was torturing you as her teeth continued to graze and lick your earlobe, curses leaving your lips as she continued her unbearable assault.

"Please..." you begged, not being able to hold back as you remained on the edge of your release.

"What do you want, princess?" she growled out against your ear. "Tell me."

You panted, "Fuck," Lorraine pumped harder as you tried to speak, "Please, I'm—" she smirked, "I need to cum." You gasped.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, biting down on your earlobe as she continued her assault, her fingers slick with your liquids. You felt her breath on your ear, her groans sending a vibration through your body. "Fuck, princess," her voice trembled. She pulled you up a bit more from her hold on your throat, "Cum for me." She squeezed.

You didn't wait another moment, your body twitching and shuddering, your voice turning raw from your release. It felt so intense as your walls clenched incredibly tight on her fingers, your body shaking against her chest. Your eyes were sewn shut as they rolled into the back of your head, your breathing becoming laboured. Lorraine didn't stop her pumps as she pulled you through your intense orgasm, only stilling when she knew it was over, as she placed her lips against your shoulder.

She carefully slipped her fingers out of you but kept a hold of your throat for a bit longer as she brought her fingers up to your lips, "Suck." You didn't hesitate, even though your energy drained from your body, your tongue trailing up her fingers before your lips closed around them, moaning as you tasted your liquids, swirling your tongue around them seductively as you cleaned them off.

Lorraine pulled them away for a moment, pulling you closer as she connected her lips with yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She moaned at the taste of you on your tongue, before pulling away and unlatching her hand from your throat, your head finding its home on the pillow below you. You felt the kink in your knees, having been in the same position for far too long, as Lorraine gently moved you, so you weren't on your knees anymore, your legs splayed out in comfort. She massaged the back slowly, before laying down next to you, her eyes locking onto your closed ones, her hands reaching out to move your sweaty hair out of your face.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before opening your eyes and looking into her brown ones, breathing still laboured. "RJ was wrong about you," you chuckled breathlessly, "You are most definitely not a prude."

Lorraine shook her head with a roll of her eyes and a teasing smile, "Thought you said you didn't think I was to begin with."

You grinned, "I didn't," your eyes trailed her body, "This just proved my theory."

"And what theory was that?" she raised an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, "That it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest in the sheets."

She pushed your face back, a laugh leaving your lips as she did, "I didn't see you complaining."

"I most definitely wasn't," you smiled suggestively, watching as she rolled her eyes, her dimples breaking free as she grinned at you in return, your fingers reaching out absentmindedly to poke one. "I guess I can't call you Church Mouse anymore, can I?"

"I sure hope not," she stroked your hair gently before her hand slid to your cheek, her thumb running circles as you fell into the comforting warmth her skin gave you. "I hate that nickname." Her eyes were still half-lidded, "How much time do we have before the shoot?"

You thought for a moment, "About an hour give or take."

A smirk overtook Lorraine's features, one that had your once-tired body waking up in arousal. "I guess it's my turn, princess." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You followed her lead as she lay on her back, leading you in between her thighs as she commanded you to crawl between them, her finger on your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "You're such a good girl."

You shivered, allowing her to command your every action, moaning as you took her yellow panties off before tasting her sweet nectar. Your arousal only increased from the fingers that seemed to tug on your hair, your body completely falling completely to her every whim.

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Bonus:

      You opened your eyes as the banging on the door invaded your senses, having a feeling that it could potentially be knocked off its hinges by the excessive knocks.

"Are you two done in there?" Bobby's voice filtered muffled through the door, "We have a film to shoot."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you nudged Lorraine awake to get dressed. You both were hasty, you sending Lorraine a look when you remembered your panties were ripped and the buttons on your flannel gone, only to receive a sheepish look in return as you were forced to go commando, having to tie your flannel shirt up tighter.

As you unlocked the door, pulling Lorraine by the hand, out of the room, you were met with Bobby who gave you both a smirk, "Are you both sure you weren't shooting your own porno?" she laughed, "Because that was some loud noises you both were making."

Lorraine blushed at that, a complete contrast to the commanding woman she was when the door was locked. This only made you pull her closer as you gave RJ a smirk as you saw him glare at you, "Oh we definitely were," you chuckled, "Search it up in stores tomorrow morning." You gave a wink.

The brunette was a blushing mess at this point, as you pulled her along with you, laughter following you the whole way to your destination. You knew you'd probably regret it later when the doors finally lock again, but in all honesty, you were looking forward to it. Wanting nothing more than for when the brunette would take control of you again.

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Jamie Speaks:

Ummm.... Hahahahaha

I apologise.

[xmarziex]

》ʟᴀsᴛ ᴋɪss《

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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Song: Last Kiss (Taylor's Version) – Taylor Swift Summary: In the fight against Joseph Crackstone and in addition Laurel Gates, R gets injured. Wednesday and R technically go on a date. Warnings: Blood, Death, Fluff (technically), Grave Digging Requested by: Myself 🖤 Words: 5.4k

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Wednesday had placed herself in front of the arrow being sent back in Xavier’s direction. She braced herself for the impact, hearing the sound clearly, a gasp as the arrow embedded itself into flesh, but she didn’t feel an ounce of pain. She watched almost as if in slow motion as you were sent tumbling towards the ground, the arrow now protruding from your shoulder.

“Y/N!” She didn’t even hesitate as she quickly kneeled beside you, dropping her sabre in the process. She was confused about why you were there to begin with, you were meant to be with Thing and Enid, taking care of the Hyde. She should’ve guessed that you wouldn’t listen to her instructions, you never did.

You gasped for air as you glanced at the arrow lodged in your shoulder, before tilting your head up to look towards Wednesday, feeling a little delirious, Xavier appearing right beside her. Her hand reached out to stroke the fresh claw marks that were on the side of your face, blood dripping from them, before trailing down towards the arrow. You grabbed her hand before it could make contact with it, giving her hand a squeeze as you winced in pain. “Please go. I’ll be okay, Xavier’s right here.”

Wednesday gave the boy a sideways glance, conflicted at that moment, wanting to be the one you leaned on, the one who helped you. She settled her dark eyes back to you who was lying on the ground, before pausing only a moment, a mean glare taking over her features as her eyes settled onto Xavier, “If she dies, I will kill you.” With a sound of panicked agreement, he was already dragging you up off the ground, Wednesday grabbing hold of her sabre, her eyes meeting yours one last time before beginning her sword dance with that of Joseph Crackstone.

While Wednesday was amid her duel you took this time to glance at Xavier, and then at the abundance of frightened students who hadn’t escaped the area yet. You gathered your strength enough to lean yourself onto a nearby pillar, making sure to keep away from the flames that seemed to surround the proximity of what used to be the courtyard. You met Xavier's worried gaze, “You need to go. Get them out of here. I’ll be fine, I won’t die from one stupid arrow, you know I’m stronger than that.”

“But Wednesday…” You could see the conflict in his eyes, as he stared around the courtyard also, his eyes settling onto Wednesday, before returning to you.

You smiled softly, “She’ll understand,” you gulped, “Just go”.

He seemed reluctant to go, not wanting to risk the chance of you dying, so he glanced towards Wednesday who was still fighting, then towards you who was leaning against the pillar in obvious pain, holding the wound with the arrow still protruding from it. But you didn’t let it deter you as you gave him a false smile of reassurance; one you knew was too good to be true. But there was no time left, so he did the one thing he knew he could, “I’ll come back for you, you have my word” You watched as he left to go help the other students.

You slid down the pillar, looking down towards the arrow before using both your hands to rip as much of the wooden shaft as you possibly could without opening the wound too much or causing more damage than there had been already. With part of the arrow in your left hand, you placed your right hand onto the wound before throwing the broken piece of the arrow to the side.

Your gaze placed itself back onto Wednesday, your eyes widening in disbelief, a shout begging to leave your lips as you watched the blade of her sabre shatter against his staff. Your hand left your wound in a quick succession as you placed your hands on the ground wanting to protect her, wanting to get up and sacrifice yourself for her, but you were too weak.

You watched helplessly as magic pushed her against the broken wooden table in the burning courtyard. You cried out, fear enveloping your senses as he prepared to give the final blow that would end her life. You slid yourself slowly back up against the pillar, using it as support as you made a move to stand up, blood still dripping from your wounds. You made it only a few steps before your legs buckled out from under you, your knees meeting the ground, as rocks and dirt dug into your skin. You grunted in pain, about to force yourself up again before Bianca decided to make her appearance known.

She materialised behind Crackstone, before striking the sabre within her grasp through his chest, it was at that instant, that her whole body was knocked back causing her to hit the ground hard. But it was all the distraction Wednesday had needed, as she picked up the blade of her broken sword, impaling it into his undead heart as soon as he had made a move to turn around.

You witnessed as his entire body burst into flames, sending out a shockwave that seemed to knock you backwards into the pillar you had originally been against a grunt of pain leaving your lips, before leaving a multitude of embers in his place. The ravenette made eye contact with Bianca, giving the siren a nod of acknowledgment before running to your side. She didn’t think twice before grabbing a hold of you, taking you into her surprisingly warm embrace.

You took a moment, the affection being completely foreign to you. Wednesday wasn’t one for physical contact and you knew that, but you did the only thing you thought of, not knowing when the next time you would receive an embrace from her would be. So, you held her as tight as you could, wincing slightly when you felt the pain in your shoulder.

She pulled back, grabbing a gentle hold on your shoulder as she inspected you for any injuries, she then proceeded to stroke the claw marks on the side of your face, ones she knew would most definitely scar. Her unblinking eyes, took every inch of you in before her usually blank expression morphed into one of slight anger, “Are you an idiot?” she gritted her teeth, “Why would you follow me? I thought I told you to stay with—"

You didn’t let her finish that sentence, as your lips captured hers. Her once tense body seemed to calm down at the action as her lips began moving in sync with yours. You felt it as she cupped the back of your neck, being careful with your shoulder as she tried pulling you closer.

She didn’t seem to care that she was getting your blood on her own cheek, she didn’t care that some of your blood was staining her hands as she took control and pulled you deeper into the kiss. It was the type of kiss you wish you could capture forever, one you hope would last an eternity, because you never wanted to part from her lips, so soft, so warm, so full of ecstasy.

But you knew you both had to come up for air at some stage and so you waited until you were on the verge of passing out as if holding your breath underwater. You gasped as you came up to the surface, taking in shaky breaths of air, Wednesday doing the same.

You couldn’t help but give a pained grin as her forehead lay against yours, the both of you breathing heavily. Her finger glided softly against the claw marks, your hand reaching up to clasp hers, stilling her movement as you placed her hand against your lips, giving it a tender kiss. You felt like you were dreaming in this moment, maybe it was the blood loss that was making you delirious, but you felt like Wednesday could disappear on you any second, and you didn’t want that.

You gave shaky breaths as you listened to the cackle of the fire that still enveloped the courtyard, not taking your eyes off Wednesday. “Is it wrong of me to assume that you reciprocate my feelings?”

Wednesday seemed to blink at that, your eyes staying locked onto each other, “It would be stupid of you to assume otherwise,” She rolled her eyes, as you began grinning like a complete idiot. “Don’t be so smug about it.” She felt like she had lost a game against you at this moment, and for some strange reason, she didn’t hate it.

“How can I not?” You smiled bigger, paying no mind to the pain on your cheek. “THE Wednesday Addams likes me back.” You gave a small chuckle, “It’s a miracle.”

Her lips twitched as she observed you, “The only miracle I see is how you’re still alive right now,” her lips curled into what looked like a scowl, “Which reminds me, I’m going to kill that imbecile.”

“Who? Xavier? Or Tyler?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion.

Wednesday glared, “Both.”

You chuckled softly as you reached your uninjured arm out, using your hand to trail your fingers along her cheek, along the mass of blood that didn't appear to be her own. She shivered at the touch, her eyes closing subconsciously, "You can do that later," You smiled, loving the warmth that seemed to emit from her, "I just want you here with me."

Wednesday leaned closer at that as if she were hypnotised by the very being that was you. She was distracted, it was a feeling she had never known she could feel. She couldn’t understand how you had the ability to control her as if you were a siren and your song was her weakness. She knew you weren’t a siren, it was glaringly obvious the first day she met you, as you had made a black dahlia materialise within your grasp and offered it to her as if it were the simplest thing, you had ever done.

It was the same black dahlia that Wednesday had forced Thing to make into a bookmark. A bookmark she only used when it came to her favourite novels. A bookmark she seemed to treasure as if her life depended on it. She had a suspicion you knew about it, considering the number of times she had seen your cheeks heat up whenever it had caught your eye.

Wednesday watched as you smiled at her as if she held your heart in the palm of her hands, something so delicate, so precious and you seemed to trust her with it. Her lips seemed to twitch as her hand stroked the claw marks on your face, the wound only seeming to enhance your beauty even more in her eyes. She hated the fact that you could so easily have spiders crawling through her insides, that you could so easily worry her. It wasn’t a feeling that Wednesday could ever get used to.

So, as you leaned closer, ready to capture her lips into another kiss, she let you. Instead of pushing you away, she pulled you closer, gentle enough not to cause you any harm, but you already felt numb to the touch. The kiss masked the pain you felt on your skin, her touch only lighting the burning feeling inside of you because all you could focus on was her lips and her skin against yours. You kept smiling into the kiss, your smile only growing bigger as you pulled away again.

It didn’t last long though, as you both missed the ‘click’ until a shot rang out, ringing in your ears. You didn’t feel it at first as you gasped, but Wednesday's face as it slowly changed into one of panic was all you needed to know what was happening. Wednesday seemed to cover the wound on your chest with her hands, as blood began seeping from your mouth, your hand grasping onto the lapels of Wednesday's blazer.

The ‘click’ sounded again Wednesday took notice this time as she saw Laurel Gates behind you with a semi-automatic pistol in her grasp, a sinister smile on her face, as she now pointed the gun on Wednesday, “I may not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I’ll get to kill someone you seem to care about Wednesday.” She chuckled darkly, “To think it was this easy.”

Your hold on Wednesday’s blazer slackened, her glare directed at Laurel as her shaky hands kept the pressure on your wound. You were feeling light-headed, not knowing whether the buzzing sound was coming from your own delirious mind, or if it was actually happening. You flinched at the sound of multiple gunshots, the sound of Laurel's screams, the burning sensation in your chest and the hands that seemed to be held to your wound being the only thing you could focus on, besides the taste of blood on your tongue.

You sat there, leaning against a pillar in the burning courtyard your head slightly downcast, with only Wednesday in your sight. She seemed to be yelling at someone, calling for someone. You couldn’t understand a word she was saying as Bianca seemed to take her place, the siren’s jacket now being held to your chest, staining it with your blood.

You felt arms wrap around you, as you seemed to be lifted off the ground, your eyes closing, the pressure on your chest not loosening in the slightest.

Wednesday lifted her head as she came back to her senses, her black shoes having just caved Laurel's skull in. She was breathing heavily as she turned back to where Bianca had started lifting you in an attempt to get you out of there. Not willing to risk the possibility of you burning to death seeing as the flames seemed to be spreading.

The ravenette followed Bianca, remaining close to you the entire way as you lay limp in the siren’s arms. She didn’t want to freak out, your breaths growing shallower by the second as they walked towards the front gates of Nevermore.

Wednesday couldn’t think of anything, she felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating when Enid had embraced her. The only thing on her mind right now was you, and whether you would be okay or not. Her eyes seemed to blur, she didn’t know whether from fatigue or tears. She made eye contact with your limp form that was now on the ground, Bianca seemingly frantic but Wednesday couldn’t hear a thing, her body meeting the ground as her vision seemed to fade to black.

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Wednesday clutched the side of her head, as she felt the black sheets under her skin. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes slowly, squinting as a figure materialised before her. It seemed to be nighttime as she glanced at her dorm window, the only light shining through coming from the moon above. She could sense you before you came into focus, smiling down at her with your arm in a sling. She was relieved.

Her lips twitched as she observed you, your hand reaching out to stroke one of her braids, “I’m glad that you’re still alive, Wednesday.” You smiled softly, she could see the scarring from where she lay, the claw marks on your cheek having been stitched up, her fingers twitching to trail along the sensitive skin.

So instead of hesitating she acted, trailing her fingers slowly down the course of your scarring flesh with the gentlest of touches. She observed as you shivered, falling into the warmth that was her hand, a smile of contentment a permanent expression on your face. “I thought—” Wednesday gulped as she took a shaky breath, “I was afraid that you were…”

“I’m right here,” you smiled softly at the ravenette.

Wednesday allowed a small reluctant smile to free from her lips, not being able to hold it back as she watched you. As she felt you, the warmth of your skin, the shiver from her touch. You used your free hand to grab hers, pulling it towards your lips as you gave it a gentle kiss. “Yes, I suppose you are.”

She observed you closely, as you nervously let go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck, a habit that she had grown accustomed to from the moment she had met you. She watched as you began fiddling with your tie, not understanding why you would be wearing your uniform so late at night, but her lips twitched as she noticed its usual wrinkled state, your dress shirt remaining untucked from your pants. But she didn’t question it as she reached over to wrap her pinkie around yours, stopping your movement altogether.

You took a deep breath, “I know it’s late and you just got out of a small coma but—” you gulped, “Would you still be willing to go on a date with me?”

Wednesday tortured you for a moment, remaining silent as you tightened your pinkie around hers. Her face remained passive as she just stared at you, she wanted to know how serious you were. She gouged for your reaction a moment longer, letting you squirm in your nerves before smirking, “That could be arranged.”

You chuckled nervously her dark eyes trailing towards your sling, your eyes seeming to follow, “It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

Wednesday didn’t want to think about it, the way the arrow had embedded itself into your shoulder, the way the gunshot had almost had her witnessing your death right before her eyes. She didn’t want to think about how close she was to losing you. So, she looked away, meeting your eyes in the process, “How long was I out for?”

You looked away for a moment clearing your throat, “So about that date?”

The ravenette glared at you, “Y/N,” she gritted out, “answer the question.”

You winced, “One week.” Wednesday's eyes widened slightly as they observed you, blinking a few times before going back to her usual unblinking stare. “Everyone was worried, your mother informed them that you were fine and that you would wake up soon.”

Wednesday paused for a moment, “I’m more surprised that you’re awake before me, considering the injuries you received that night.”

You chuckled softly, your smile not seeming to reach your eyes as you observed the ravenette. “How about that date?” You squeezed her pinkie affectionately.

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The wolves were howling as you both made your way into the darkened cemetery, the rusty gate opening with a squeak. You spun with a smile, walking backwards as Wednesday carried the shovels, observing each plot, trying to decide which grave seemed the most intriguing.

It was a full moon on this very night, the light of the moon illuminating against your skin as Wednesday seemed to follow you. She observed you for a moment, her lips twitching at how beautiful you looked. The way you seemed free at this moment. She blinked once before going back to examining the different gravestones.

Wednesday was about to continue before one in particular caught her eye. It seemed so fresh, though the green grass that seemed to cascade around it, and the flowers that seemed to have grown made it look like it had been there for years. Wednesday didn’t know who had been laid to rest there, but it intrigued her, to say the least as if a string were tugging her towards it.

She carefully placed her shovels down, feeling your presence behind her, a chill going down her spine as she carefully ran her fingers down the gravestone. “Are you sure?” Your voice broke her out of her trance, as she looked back towards you. She couldn’t see the name on the gravestone, the name covered by a thick layer of moss. But Wednesday was intrigued, so she nodded in reply before getting up and grabbing one of the shovels.

She seemed to be in her element as she dug, the moonlight reflecting off her pale skin, making her look more ghostlike than anything. But to you, she looked ethereal, like a fallen angel who had been cast out of heaven. “Thank you.”

You shook out of your trance, “For what?”

Wednesday gave a small smile, “Bringing me here,”

You seemed to chuckle softly, although your smile never reached your eyes, “How could I not on a night like this?” you gave her a soft smile as you stared up at the moon before meeting her eyes once again, “The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

Wednesday reciprocated your action, observing the moon herself before looking back down, at the way the moon lit your skin, “I suppose it is.” She kept digging after that, looking over at you every so often to make sure you were still there, hoping that you’d never disappear. That you’d stay with her for all of eternity.

“Wednesday…” The voice hadn’t been yours that time, but it was familiar all the same. Wednesday stilled her digging as she made eye contact with the newcomer.

“What brings you here, Mother?” Wednesday stared at her.

“It appeared you were no longer in your bed,” Morticia didn’t move from where she stood, her gothic clothing blending her into the night. “I had a feeling you would be here.”

Wednesday huffed at her mother, dirt covering her own features, “As you can clearly see, I am quite busy right now.” She motioned towards the shovel, rolling her eyes as she went back to her task, “So if you would not so kindly leave, it would be appreciated.”

Morticia didn’t move from her spot, “Wednesday…” her voice unnaturally shook, “This won’t bring her back.”

Wednesday gritted her teeth as she stared at her mother’s unusually soft eyes, “What are you talking about?” she could feel it deep down, as her heart seemed to tighten.

Morticia took a step forward as she met her daughter's eyes, “You know as well as I do that she’s gone Wednesday.”

The ravenette paused, her tone weaker than the last, “Who are you talking about?”

The older Addams took a deep breath as she looked at her daughter, sorrow flashing across her eyes, a frown etched on her unnaturally beautiful face, “Y/N”.

Wednesday’s eyebrows furrowed, “That's utterly impossible,” her voice slightly shaky “She’s right here” Wednesday motioned towards you, as she reached out to grab your hand. Her throat seemed to tighten as her hand passed through, capturing nothing but air in its midst.

“Her family wanted to hold the funeral right away,” Morticia closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again.

Wednesday's hands shook as she tried again but failed to grab your hand, “She can’t be…” Her voice shook, “She’s not…” She saw your clothes, the way they were unkempt like they always had been, closing her eyes for only a moment, before opening them back up. She saw it then, the way your uniform was tattered, the head of the arrow still in your shoulder, the gunshot wound in your chest still visible and the claw marks on your cheek still an open wound. But above all, she saw the sad smile you gave her as all the things she had blocked away seemed to hit her.

She stayed there for a moment, just staring at you, her chest burning, her heart feeling like it was being strangled to its limit. She clenched her fists as she turned around, her vision blurring, the gravestone so obviously in front of her from where she stood as she slowly with a shaky hand began to wipe off the moss.

Her breaths became shallower as the name under it became clearer, the name becoming visible to her for the first time. Her fingers were shaky as they traced the name under the moss, ‘Y/N L/N’ She hoped she’d wake up at any moment, that maybe she was still in a coma. Maybe she had dreamt everything up until this moment. Maybe when she woke up, you’d still be alive in the dorm room you had filled with flowers, the dorm room that she had been to many times before, just because you had the ability to tug at her heartstrings with just a smile.

She had uncharacteristically loved the fact that you were a free spirit, that you made her flowers anytime you thought she was upset. How you would stay with her in comfortable silence whenever she had writing time. She didn’t want to believe for even a moment that she would never get those moments again.

She didn’t want to think about the fact that she would never hear your laughter again, that you would never be there to hear her play the Cello. She didn’t want to believe that she would never receive your precious flowers again or be able to witness the blinding smile that overtook your face whenever she accepted them.

Wednesday slowly and shakily climbed out of the ditch she had created, as she moved slowly closer to you. You looked so real, so perfect under the moonlight, but as she tried one last time to grab a hold of you, she couldn’t. It was the one thing she wanted more than anything, the touch of your skin and she couldn’t have it.

Morticia moved forward towards her daughter, wanting more than anything to embrace her, not being able to stand the clear heartbreak on her face as her mind was still battling with her reality.

Wednesday looked past you as Goody materialised out of thin air, walking up from behind you. “Goody,” the ravenette’s voice shook, Goody’s expression solemn as if she were here to take you away. “Please. Bring her back.”

“You know I can’t,” Goody smiled sadly, “I could only save you that night, with what little power I had left.”

Wednesday shook her head as her voice seemed to crack, “Then why are you here?”

Goody placed a hand on your shoulder as she stepped forward, “It’s time.”

The ravenette took a shaky breath, “Please…” her chest burned as her throat closed up more, “Don’t take her.”

Goody didn’t respond as you stepped forward away from the hand on your shoulder, causing it to drop. Your hand reached out as Wednesday watched you, tears brimming her eyes but not releasing. You did the only thing you could think of in the moment, as you made a black dahlia materialise into thin air. Wednesday felt a hand on her shoulder as Morticia appeared beside her.

The ravenette’s hand closed around the stem of the flower, as she stared at it, “Please don’t go.��� The tears she had tried so hard to hold back finally fell when her eyes connected with yours. “Please just stay.” She had promised herself she would never cry, ever since her pet scorpion ‘Nero’ had been murdered, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore as her heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. “Please don’t leave me…”

You gave a sad smile as your cold lips ever so slowly made contact with hers. She stayed right where she was, afraid that if she moved the illusion would break, the illusion that she could feel your lips against hers, the illusion that you were still here, with her. She could almost believe she could still feel the beat of your heart. She didn’t want to break out of it, the tears falling freely as she hoped this moment would never end. She didn’t want you to be gone, she didn’t want you to leave her side, but she knew that was too good to be true.

She held the flower in her hand tight as you detached from her, you mouthed your final words, Goody’s hand latching onto your shoulder as you both seemed to disappear. Wednesday watched as the flower petals got left in your wake, staring blankly at the spot you used to be, playing over and over in her head the final words of ‘I love you’ that had left your lips.

Tears fell down Wednesday's face, her fist clenching around the flower in her hand. The sky let out a rumble as droplets of rain began to fall, mixing into the tears as the ravenette didn’t seem to move from her spot. She looked down at the black dahlia in her hand for almost an eternity, before resolving herself as she jumped back down into the ditch, not even paying attention to the mud that had begun to soften the dirt below. She grabbed hold of her shovel as she began digging, she felt someone drop beside her as they too began to dig, her eyes meeting her own mother's.

Her shovel seemed to hit something, as she bent down getting rid of all the mud that covered the casket. Her hands trailed its simple design. Morticia climbed out at that moment, Wednesday beginning to open the casket, the flower still grasped in her hand.

She didn’t know what to expect, as you were revealed. Your skin was so pale, yet for some reason, you looked almost like you were sleeping. She hated fairytales to the bone, but at this moment, she wished you were snow white, wished maybe you were sleeping beauty so that when her lips touched yours maybe it would break the curse and you would live happily ever after. But she knew it wasn’t how death worked, as he had claimed your life that night a week ago.

The rain dripped on your face, your pale skin seeming to shine like crystals under the moonlight. She took a shaky breath, kneeling towards you, her hand reaching out slowly to stroke your scarred cheek ever so softly. The flower in her hand disappeared from her grasp as she slowly placed the black dahlia in between your clasped hands, making you seem more ethereal in your eternal slumber than you already were.

There was no smile on your face, just a look of peace as you lay to rest, your heart remaining completely and utterly still. Wednesday stood a moment to admire you before shakily closing the casket back up. She took her time as she slowly covered it back up with dirt and soil, watching in slow motion as the grass and flowers covered the ground back up as she shovelled the final layer of dirt on top. The rain continued to fall, as she knelt stroking your name on your gravestone with all that she felt for you. She felt Morticia’s hand on her shoulder as the ravenette whispered the words she had wished she had been able to tell you, the words ‘I love you’ leaving her lips.

Maybe this was the curse, loving someone for all of eternity only for them to be taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Because Wednesday knew without a doubt that she would never love another, that you were her one and only and that she for once in her life, hoped that one day she would find her way back to you. That once she took her final breath, you would be there to greet her from the other side.

Wednesday seemed to ignore everyone as she sat on her balcony, looking up at the bright moon as the rain continued to fall. She didn’t have her cello with her as she sat there, staring up at the night sky, wearing your favourite jacket, one that was all too big for her, but she didn’t mind, as she revelled in the lingering scent of you.

She held the bookmark against her shattered heart, the one that reminded her of the first day she met you, as she trailed her free hand against her lips, still feeling the cold traces of their last kiss. Your name forever the name on her lips. 

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Jamie Speaks:

Hahaha... Honestly, someone should take my writing privileges away from me.

How does one even write a sad fic?

[xmarziex]

》ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ《

Mary Ann x fem!reader

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Song: Friday I'm in Love - The Cure Summary: After the events of the failed Pet Wash, Mary Ann gets slightly jealous and R reminisces. Warnings: fem!reader, green-dyed pets, Mary Ann being jealous, adorable, fluffy, no animals were harmed in the making of this one-shot (green dye), is much more different than I had imagined in my mind Requested by: Requested Words: 3.8k

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It was green.

Everywhere your eyes landed as you seemed to turn in a full circle as if in slow motion, was green. You had no clue how they managed to turn Princess Flufferina green or how they did the same to the dog, rabbit, pig and bird but they had all become the vivid colour of green, their colours or lack thereof being completely blended into green.

You looked down at Princess Flufferina in your arms, your eyebrows furrowed. You could've sworn, bet your life on it that she had been a beautiful snow white only a moment ago. You were certain that she hadn't had a speck of colour on her fur, besides the small particles of dirt. You took a moment to glance towards Mary Ann, who had now begun leaning backwards on her heels, looking anywhere but at you. Alfalfa doing the same when your eyes landed on him, but unlike Mary Ann, he had been covered in the dye himself.

The silence was almost deafening as you looked back down at the now green cat, "I was gone for five minutes, how did this happen?" Your glare made its way to Spanky as your index finger now pointed in his direction, your voice coming out sharp, "What did you do?"

Spanky glanced behind him, before pointing towards himself as his eyes returned to yours, "Me?" Spanky's voice squeaked as he lifted his hands in surrender, the hands that were conveniently covered entirely in the evidence, "What makes you think it was me?" You raised an eyebrow at the vivid colour that seemed to stain his hands, causing him to quickly put them behind his back as he smiled innocently, before his eyes settled onto Mary Ann, his face now that of a pleading child.

You were quick to deposit Princess Flufferina into Mary Ann's arms, pointing towards all the animals in the garage's proximity, "Now I ask again Spanky," you glare at the boy fiercely, "What did you do?"

The boy looked away his voice becoming small, "Someone, and I'm not naming names, may have added green dye instead of soap."

"Would that someone happen to be... Oh, I don't know," You stalked closer, pretending to think of the matter, as you tapped your chin before you crossed your arms completely, a glare still adorning your face, "You?"

"Maybe..." Spanky avoided eye contact, afraid of being turned into stone from the fierce glare he was receiving, before squeaking out, "Yes."

You had always been the oldest rascal, having been a year older than the others since you had started school a year later than all the other kids. Your first ever friend had been Mary Ann, who had despite your usual standoffish personality, continued her endeavour to be your friend, which in terms made you closer with the rest of the rascals who were all too happy to have another rascal in their midst, even if you were a bit bossy at times.

Spanky closed his eyes at your potential rath, Alfalfa taking a step back. You had always felt the need to be the responsible one in the group, especially when it came to ideas presented by Spanky, most of his ideas seemingly ending in trouble, the kind that you always had to fix.

You glanced at Mary Ann, who was petting the cat in her arms, causing you to sigh softly, your eyes returning to the slightly frightened boy. "Firestar better not have a speck of green on his orange fur Spanky or so help me god," Your eyes narrowed, "Now where is he?"

The cat purred as it made its way up to you. You were quick to gently pick him up observing every inch of his orange fur for any green dye, before sighing in relief, which in terms made Spanky reciprocate the action. The orange cat snuggling closer into your arms, as your hold seemed to slacken, "See he's perfectly fine," Spanky inputted as he cleared his throat.

You glared at him slightly, your glare less deadly than before, now that you knew Firestar hadn't suffered from Spanky's obviously failed pet wash. "You got lucky," you shook your head in disapproval, "If there had been a speck of green on him, I would've had no problem making you disappear.", You rolled your eyes when he seemed to gulp fearfully, "You better take responsibility for all of this, because I certainly had nothing to do with it."

Spanky relaxed as he sighed heavily, "Fine." Pouting but also relieved he didn't get the whole lecture that he usually got when he did anything wrong, which happened most of the time. He never minded your bossy attitude, even if he never told you so, it kept him grounded, especially when all he did was make stupid choices, that usually got the other rascals into trouble. He liked the fact that even though you knew they were going to lead to nothing but chaos, you would still follow, even if he had a feeling it was only because Mary Ann was involved.

You gently placed Firestar on the ground, the ginger cat prancing directly towards Mary Ann as she continued to pet Princess Flufferina. It was a sight you liked seeing, the way the orange cat never seemed to go to anyone else, your lips twitching in what appeared to be a smile.

Mary Ann seemed to relax at that, as you patted Spanky's shoulder softly before making your way over to her, her dimples showing as she smiled at you. You stuck out a hand as you closed the distance, poking one of her cheeks, the temptation to touch one of her dimples becoming too much, the giggle you elicited from her being all too worth it.

"It's time to face the music," you said as you bent down to stroke Firestar's fur, as the orange cat began to purr. You looked back towards Spanky as you spoke, the boy digging his shoes into the ground, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "The worst thing they'll do is most likely ask for their money back." You gave a reassuring smile.

Spanky groaned at that, "There goes the money for Grandma's bakery."

You smiled sadly in return, "Don't beat yourself up," You sighed, feeling a warm hand begin to stroke your hair as you made to get up, only to meet Mary Ann's eyes, "I have faith we will find a way to save it." You smiled softly at the girl.

Mary Ann smiled in return as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, "I have faith in us also." Your cheeks heated up at the gesture, the dimples of her smile making your cheeks heat up even more.

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The pet owners were most definitely not satisfied with the new makeover their pets had received. You witnessed it from your position inside the house, your back leaning against the closed door, each kid walking up and getting their now green animal. Mary Ann stood directly beside you, Princess Flufferina still in her arms purring softly, Firestar was rubbing his orange fur directly against your left leg, repeating the process again and again as he purred. Alfalfa and Spanky were in complete panic as they occupied the makeshift counter of their 'business'.

"Come back," Spanky begged as he looked around at the abundance of unsatisfied customers making their departure, "If you don't like green, we can make them any colour you want."

"I don't they wanted them dyed at all..." You grumbled, receiving a slight elbow to the ribs from Mary Ann causing you to wince and rub the spot she had elbowed softly.

Darla had finally made her way to the stand, looking directly at Alfalfa in exasperation "Alfalfa," the boy's eyes widened at his obvious crush, "What happened to you?"

"Oh, just been working hard," his voice trembled in slight panic and nervousness.

Darla smiled with a pep in her step as she looked at the two boys, "I'm here to pick up Princess Flufferina, is she ready?"

"Ehhh, sure..." Alfalfa replied, sharing a look with Spanky as he panicked, before his eyes returned to hers, "And wait until you see her exciting new look."

Darla's smile immediately dropped as wariness took over her features, "What new look."

You took a deep breath as you stopped leaning your back on the door, reaching for the handle, "She's going to have a heart attack," You quickly tugged softly on one of Mary Ann's braids as you gave a nervous smile, "Prepare your ears."

"Let's hope it isn't that bad," Mary Ann whispered, reciprocating your nervous smile in reassurance. You twisted the door handle, pulling the door open for Mary Ann, allowing her to step out first, Firestar following suit as you walked out the door next. "Here you go, one Princess Flufferoni," You felt it coming before it even happened as you covered Mary Ann's ears, as Darla looked at her cat in complete shock, screaming at the top of her lungs; loud enough to make yours and potentially everyone in the proximity of the neighbourhoods, eardrums nearly burst at the octave you thought was impossible for any human to go.

You rubbed your face before chuckling nervously as her scream finally finished, your hands detached from their place against Mary Ann's ears, "It isn't that bad."

"Isn't that bad?!" she yelled exasperated, motioning towards the cat, "She's green!"

You grinned in mock confidence, "Yeah, but doesn't that just make her unique?" you tried to convince, leaning forward with an elbow on the counter you had found yourself against, "I mean who else can say they have a green cat?"

Spanky nodded his head, "Yep and it's all thanks to me" he smiled as he observed Darla who was now looking at him, "Doesn't she look good?"

Your eyes turned sharp in an instant as they landed on him, "Spanky," your voice coming out low, "That isn't what I meant when I said take responsibility."

"Fine." He pouted, crossing his arms sulkily.

"As I was saying," you put your focus back onto Darla, your grin returning, "Imagine how jealous your friends will be when they see you have a green cat, and they don't." You scratched behind Princess Flufferina's ears softly before lifting her out of Mary Ann's arms, who seemed to be reluctant to give her to you as she seemed to be slightly glaring at Darla, Firestar seeming to do the same thing as Mary Ann bent down to pick him up now that her arms had become free.

"You might be right," Darla was deep in thought as she observed her cat.

"Not might, I am," You pushed forward, handing the cat back carefully, the grin never leaving your face as you tried to convince her, "They're all going to want a green cat for themselves after they see Princess Flufferina."

Darla nodded her head, a bright smile now taking over her face, "You're right," she rubbed the cat's green fur, her eyes shining now that they met yours again, "Thank you, Y/N" She leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek as she smiled. You heard a slight hiss in the background, as your cheeks heated up. It didn't help that Mary Ann was the only person to ever kiss you on the cheek. "I'll definitely come back soon." Darla batted her eyes at you.

You felt yourself be pulled back roughly, the hand on your arm sending a shiver down your spine, only for your eyes to meet the glare of Mary Ann as you seemed to turn. Her glare hadn't been directed at you, but Darla whose eyes looked at the hand on your arm, meeting Mary Ann's glare with one of her own. You would've called Mary Ann's glare adorable if it hadn't been for the palpable tension in the area. "Or don't come back at all."

The hold on your arm stopped you from stepping back from the tension emitting off the two girls, Darla's smile turning sickeningly sweet, "I bet Y/N would like me to come back," she turned back to batting her eyelashes at you, "Wouldn't you?"

You looked between them both with a gulp, "I-"

The hand on your arm moving down to your hand squeezing it stopped your words. Mary Ann seemed to step forward in front of you as Darla and she squared off. "There really isn't any point," Firestar was being held in only one of Mary Ann's arms at this point as if he was also a part of the battle, with what looked like a scowl on his own face, as he hissed towards the other girl. "She'll be too busy to even talk with you." The devilish smile took over her face as she spoke.

Darla scowled at that, Alfalfa and Spanky backing away from the group, not wanting to be in the middle. "I think she can speak for herself," Darla's glare turned deadly, and her attention moved back towards you as she smiled, "Can't you Y/N?"

You cleared your throat, "She's right though, Darla," you scratched the back of your neck with your unoccupied hand, "I usually am busy running errands and making sure things go right."

Darla pouted at that, "Well that's a shame," she then thought for a moment, "Maybe we can hang out by ourselves another time then".

Mary Ann's hand tightened around yours as she gritted her teeth, "I'm sure Alfalfa is free to hang out with you," she then looked towards the boy in question, "Isn't that, right?"

He chuckled nervously at that, "Yeah, of course" he blushed, "I'm always free."

Darla reluctantly agreed with a roll of her eyes, before seeming to storm off with Princess Flufferina in her arms.

"Not even a goodbye, how rude" Spanky grumbled.

You raised an eyebrow, "You did kind of turn her cat green."

Spanky let out an exaggerated sigh, "What are we going to do"

"You mean about Grandma's bakery?" You frowned.

Spanky seemed to reciprocate the expression, "Yeah."

You knew how he felt, being as upset as the rest of them when it came to Grandma potentially losing the bakery. So you did the only thing you thought to do, you smiled softly, "We'll figure it out," you then paused, "Just no more green pets."

Spanky nodded his head, Mary Ann started to lean her head on your shoulder, and Firestar curled up in her free arm as she stood next to you. "We can figure it out in the treehouse later."

Spanky rose a brow at Mary Ann, "Why not now?"

"I think I've seen enough green today, and Alfalfa is covered in it" You grimaced as you motioned towards the boy who still had green dye all over him.

Mary Ann began pulling you towards her home, as you said goodbye to the other rascals. "You're sleeping over tonight remember?"

You chuckled as you smiled the bright smile that was only reserved for her. "How could I forget?" You let her pull, following her lead every step of the way. You hadn't noticed when Firestar had been let down, as he seemed to follow the both of you. You did notice when she seemed to use her now free hand to wipe your cheek with concentration, receiving a smile from you.

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You looked around Mary Ann's room, the orange cat making himself at home on her bed, curling up comfortably. It hadn't been the first time you had been here, sleepovers remaining a constant action in your friendship with her.

Your fingers seemed to trail across the abundance of plush toys that seemed to litter the head of the bed, your eyes catching on to one in particular. Your fingers brushed it, before grabbing a hold of the small polar bear.

It still looked brand new even though you had won it for her a few years ago. You remembered the day like it was yesterday, it was the day that you had made her smile, a smile so beautiful that it would forever cloud your mind.

"I'm never going to win this," Mary Ann grumbled sulkily as she tried the claw machine again, tongue poking out slightly, the arcade they were in already bustling with the sound of people playing other games.

You stood beside her, watching as she tried and failed to capture the polar bear plush that seemed to escape her grasp. "Don't say that," you smiled softly at her, "my mamma always tells me that I should never give up, and that if I wish for something hard enough. Then I'll be able to catch it."

Mary Ann smiled slightly, "Does your mom actually believe that?"

"I mean, I don't think she would've told me it if she didn't" You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

She laughed softly, before going back to the machine and putting another quarter into it, before having another go. It was so close, the way the claw captured its target. Mary Ann's eyes brightened as it slowly came towards the exit, before it dropped back into the pile of other plush toys, leaving her to groan.

Mary Ann pouted, "This is stupid".

You just stood there watching and supporting her as she used quarter after quarter to try to win the polar bear. By her last quarter, it had already hit the afternoon, having been there since morning trying to capture the plush that you assumed just didn't want to be caught.

It was already time for her parents to arrive and pick her up, so instead of leaving with the bear, she left sad and with a dejected look on her face as she sighed, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she left with them.

A look of determination seemed to take over your features as you pulled out your allowance and put a quarter into the machine. You spent hours, trying and failing to get the plush, you knew that these machines were rigged, it felt almost impossible. It didn't deter you as you prayed upon your final quarter.

It popped into the machine with a 'clang', your hand shaking as you placed it on the joystick. You took a deep breath to calm your shaking nerves. The claw began to move as you tried getting it into the perfect position, it was in slow motion as you pressed the button and the claw began descending, capturing its target in what seemed to be a loose grip.

The polar bear shook in the claw's clutches, seemingly on the verge of falling, your heart was in your throat as you watched it slowly make its way to the exit point. Your breath had caught, the claw getting ever so close. The plush dropped.

You were on the verge of screaming in happiness, tears welling up in your eyes as you grabbed the plush from the prize flap. You hugged it close to you, ecstatic that after hours you had finally caught it. You were grinning like a complete idiot as you waited for your parents to finally arrive.

Rain was pelting outside as you held the plush under your jacket. Your smile didn't seem to drop as you hopped into the car making sure to hold the Polar bear incredibly close as you asked if your parents could drive you to Mary Ann's quickly. It took a little convincing as you explained that you just wanted to give her the plush as soon as you could.

It didn't take long, her home came into view as you got out of the car quickly, running out to knock on the front door. It wasn't Mary Ann who opened the door though, it was her mother, your mother who had caught up behind you and was quick to apologise.

You waited as Mary Ann's mother let you both in and out of the rain, your smile grew bigger as you caught sight of her, a look of confusion on her face as she saw you there and not understanding why you had been grinning so big, but it had felt infectious as a smile seemed to take over her face too as she ran and hugged you.

"I got you something" You pulled away from the hug.

She smiled in confusion, "What?"

You pulled the plush out from your slightly soaked jacket, presenting the polar bear to her. You watched her reaction closely, as tears of happiness seemed to begin forming in her eyes. "Think of it as an early birthday present" your voice shook nervously.

"You got this for me?" the dimples came out as her grin grew bigger.

"I don't like seeing you sad," you expressed as you pushed the polar bear into her arms, "It makes me sad".

"I wasn't sad" Mary Ann mumbled, rolling her eyes as you raised an eyebrow at her.

You watched as she examined the polar bear closely, before tackling you to the ground with a laugh as if she didn't mind the fact that you had been previously soaked by the rain. But you didn't seem to mind either as you looked up, it was the smile that you had hoped for, how the dimples were almost so pokable, you loved that smile. It was the brightest smile you had ever seen, and to you it was beautiful.

You heard the door open as you looked up at Mary Ann coming back into the room, "Do you think my mamma was right?"

Mary Ann tilted her head in question, "About what?"

"That if I wish for something hard enough, that I'll be able to catch it." You questioned with a small smile.

"I think it depends on what you want to catch," she replied with a smile of her own.

You smiled as if you had a secret, an answer to that question as you stared at her dimply smile. The one that if you could, you would capture it, because it was beautiful and one you hoped you could watch forever. And so, you wished and hoped that maybe one day you could. Capture it in a moment and keep it forever close. You hoped that the smile she presented to you would forever be reserved only for you.

You watched her as she petted Firestar gently, the ginger cat purring and melting into her hand, a sight that you had always enjoyed. Your eyes shone brightly as they admired the girl.

"I think I've already caught it."

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Jamie Speaks:

Mary Ann is just the cutest.

[xmarziex]

Jill 🛐🛐🛐 Cassie 🛐🛐🛐 Flora 🛐🛐🛐 Keres 🥺🥺🥺 Pookie

Your Losing Me | Scream

Warnings: every warning for scream (gore, death, murder)

Suggestive themes, inappropriate comments.

Flora Macher was pinned down and named as the designated babysitter fairly early on in her life. At the age of 10, her little sister, Keres was born.

Unlike most siblings: the comical ones, the royally rude ones; Flora and Keres loved each other, to no ends.

Yes, granted sibling love had to be applied. That wasn't the line we're the two met, Flora knew that her mother was just as loose lived as her late brother Stu. So, when her bubbly brown eyes landed on the small face of her new little sister, she was preparing herself to be the best mom ever.

Flora knew with the badge of an older sister would come with a lot of responsibilities: protecting them, keeping them safe, helping them. Keeping Keres away from a masked murderer was never listed in the job application.

She took everything on the chin, the moment she whispered against her baby sister's head,

"You're going to be my best friend."

She knew she'd never part with her.

Keres was a bottle of fizzed up soda. Even though most of her life she was around older kids, her sisters friends, she always worked with what she was given.

Evident with her report cards, the girl wasn't the smartest, but she never let the daunting voice of her teacher's discouragement on her life let her get down. With a small sniffle, a hug from her sister's best friend she was okay.

Keres tried her hardest to be an easy child, having the knowledge her mom was only supplying checks and in reality her sister that wasn't even that much older than her was suffering with being a mother to a child that wasn't theirs at the ripe age of ten all the way up to seventeen; and seemingly longer.

No matter any battle, any harsh word; the blonde was always found with a wide smile and a brave beating heart.

Cassie Becker grew up with envy in her heart. She was constantly drawn into the shadow of her aunt's death.

Even with the similar name, Cassie would never escape the ghost of the past, the shallow thoughts that bled through her mind that she was going to live the same life of her last name.

With a handful of hate, and a green eyed stare; Cassie was also plagued with the longing looks that were sent her bestfriends way, Flora Macher.

Like a romantic poem to a smitten poet; she fell for a family that was forbidden. She was head over heels for someone who mourned another; a sad, beautiful tragedy was her life, yet again stuck in another shadow that seemed to never dim.

Even though her mind yearned, her eyes glared.

Her heart looked out for one little girl, her best friend's little sister. Cassie wasn't granted any siblings, or any sense of belonging in her family; meeting the Macher family's newest generation was a breath of fresh air.

The youngest of the pair leached onto Cassie, held her in a regard of a goddess and always demanded a bedtime story by said blonde.

They were bonded, connected via love; an unbreakable connection that lingered throughout many generations of ghostface. Their relationships never seemed to fall from the high of knowing they had a family with one another.

Always, something led them all back to one another; an invisible string that kept them all tied together.

☆ ——————— ☆

The lights were shut off, setting the whole room into nothing but darkness. The TV light flashed, bleeding into the room with an illuminated glow.

Keres' lips were tugged into her mouth, her back hunched forward; her eyes drawn to the show playing mindlessly on the TV in front of her. Her hand reached into the popcorn bowl, lifting the sweet treat into her mouth and chewed it furiously. She was captivated, the scenes of gore playing without her blinking; she stared, wide eyes and unmoving hands when the ghostfaces dagger reached up.

The show danced along the night sky, the town of Woodsboro; famously known for the hectic and gruesome stunt a pair of teenage boys did many years prior to the even more famous Sidney Prescott. The town was silent, the majority of the residence sleeping sound; once again, the bleeding sound of a horror film playing as Cassie rang someone on her landline.

"Hello? Yeah, can I place an order please." The older blonde asked, speaking in that high pitched polite voice that made Keres giggle.

Her back was pressed into the kitchen island, a single hand pressed to the hard material and the other hand holding the phone.

Flora had took the night off, she had to catch up on a school project. So, Cassie was looking after her favourite person, Keres Macher.

"He has my last name!" The younger blonde pointed out, her jaw unhinged and wide at the realisation. Stab one played, even though many members of the friendship group were personally connected to the attack that took place in 1996, Cassie let Keres be wanderlust with her movie fanatic side, and allowed her to feed into the curiosity she was struck with.

Cassie tilted her head, pulling the phone away from her ear so she could hear the younger girl better. When the words registered, her mind automatically went to Flora shouting at her for letting their kid watch such a horrid film.

"Oh? That's stu—hot, huh?" Cassie decided to not address the demanding questions that left Keres mouth. Keres pressed, the man on the screen held zero resemblance to her or her older sister; so he wasn't family. Then again, family wasn't always blood, something Cassie told her many times.

"Is he my dad?" Keres bit her lip, water flooding into her eyes at the thought. She never knew her parents that well, her mom was always a few bottles down and due to Stu Macher her name was social pariah. No parents, only older teenagers that didn't even know how to care for themselves was what Keres was stuck with.

Cassie watched, her face dropped when she saw the sniffling of Keres then the shaking of her body. The blonde pressed the phone into the counter, immediately rushing over to hug the upset girl.

"Hey, hey, hey. He's not your dad, he's just some character. These movies—they're not real." A lie that would do good, Keres didn't need to know what her past held. Keres looked up through water coloured eyes, she nodded slowly.

"I thought people who shared a last name were family?" Cassie didn't care what Keres' teachers would say, the girl sat in front of her held knowledge more than some.

Cassie pushed away a few loose strands out of Keres' face, cupping the baby face that laid in front of her.

"There was a man. His name was Stu, and he isn't around anymore. He was your uncle, but there's not much to say." The words that floated out of Cassie's mouth, the assuring statement made Keres nod.

"Family is who you decide, not who you're born to."

The phone that was only just used began to ring, ringing excessively throughout the house. Cassie flinched, the scene were her aunt had been brutally murdered had just pasted; even though she swore there were no similarities to her and Casey, she still had a scene of deja vu.

Her hands fell from Keres' face, she muttered an apology and walked over to the phone that stopped ringing to only ring again. Her fingers neared the device, the phone vibrating at the loud volume that buzzed off it.

When her hand actually wrapped around it, she lifted the mobile to her ear after pressing accept.

"Hello?" She asked the moment there was a pause on the other line. There was yet another gap, a breathy sigh leaving the person's mouth before speaking.

"Hello, Cassie."

☆ ——————— ☆

Flora mindlessly wrote down word after word. She questioned why she'd ever force herself into a self torture like history was beyond her.

Each weirdly spelt word, useless information she'd have to categorise into useful or not useful. The pen in her hand was doused in sweat, every click of the clock placed behind her was a reminder of how much time she was wasting on homework and how long Cassie had to teach Keres more swear words.

The pen finally slipped, falling onto the floor and rolled away from under the blondes fingers. She grunted in annoyance, it was bad enough she was hiding away in the school library after dark, but now she had to venture into the abyss of the untracked land of the school premises.

"Fuck." The girl muttered, fumbling down the carpeted room. The pen rolled, until I stopped due to a bookshelf.

With a thankful sign, her finger plunged down and grabbed ahold of the pen to return to her studies.

It was weirdly peaceful, the school drawn into nothing but darkness after everyone else left. Except for when an open window was blown shut by the sudden gust of wind. Flora's body shuttered, her head whipping towards the sound that echoed through the room like a booming voice.

"Hello?" The girls voice betrayed her, shaken to the naked ear. The sudden presence around her. The girl usually wasn't afraid of the dark, but the blackness around her altered her vision and made her see things that weren't there.

Just like every horror movie, a person advanced behind Flora without her knowledge. Flora's hand pressed into a bookshelf, holding herself up as she tried to see whatever caused the loud noise.

The unknown thing, creature, person launched across the room; jumping onto the Macher girl and almost knocked her to her feet. Flora released a taunting grunt, her legs buckling ungracefully due to weight she was now carrying on her back.

"Hey, babe." A warm, calm voice rasped into Flora's ear, still the unknown person wrapped their arms around the girl possessively. The room shifted the moment Flora connected the dots: The perfume, the gentle touch, the nickname and then—

"Jill?" 

The person left the question in the air, pressing their face into Flora's neck to engulf in the scent of their favourite perfume. Jill hummed at the question, hands still wrapped around the blonde's torso. The two stayed like that for a little while, the deadness of the school, slight breeze of Jill's breath against her neck; peace consumed her.

Then, her eyes were pried open, shuffling out of the cosy touch of her lover. She turned around, her hand slapping Jill's chest gently before fully ripping away from the girl all together.

"Jill, what'd I tell you? We're not together, we're…we're hooking up." Flora lied to herself, deluded herself with the fax thoughts that Jill held no power over her, when In reality Flora was positively smitten for the older girl.

"Hooking up? Baby—, stop lying to yourself." Jill responded, hands dragging up Flora's back. Jill always wore a devilish smile whenever she was around Flora, so conveniently obsessed with the floral scent the blonde wore.

"Jill, I don't do love, I don't want to waste my time." A common phrase, like a broken record repeating out of Flora's mouth. Jill rolled her eyes, always hearing the sad song that hounded out of the Macher girl.

"I won't waste your time." a hoarse voice whispered until Flora's ear. The girl shivered, forcefully pushing away from the Roberts girl before she got too carried away. Flora had homework, she repeated to herself; homework, then she had to tuck Keres in.

"Are you really going to deny me?" Jill asked when she watched Flora dropping into her seat. Flora hummed, leaning her face on her open palm.

She flipped through pages of information once again, getting a sense of remembrance of what she did an hour ago. A breathy sigh left Jill's lips, her hand wiping down Flora's chair. Her Hazel eyes landing on the boring and brain-numbing words that she knew Flora held no interest in.

"I have a proposition." The same dark haired girl asked, sitting down in the chair beside Flora's. Flora lifted her head up, leaning back so she could consider the ask. Three fingers were pressed into Flora's cheek, lifting her so she could listen.

"It's 11pm, no one's here…who'll know?" The questioner lingered, Jill's tongue darted out in anticipation. The blonde stood with an eagle-like look, calculating her every move.

"I'm not letting my sister crash at Cassie's house."

Jill groaned, hands reaching out to persuade Flora with her touch instead; considering her words weren't doing much. Flora watched through amusement, letting the cold, tender, touches reach into her own hands.

"20 minutes. Tops."

☆ ——————— ☆

Chip after chip, more salty potatoes were being smashed into Keres mouth. The girl was now located in Cassie's bedroom. The soft pink walls were surrounding her, she was none the wiser of the weird phone call Cassie was currently going through. Keres always found herself feeling tired whenever she was sat in Cassie's bed, maybe it be the soft smell of lavender or the chilled lightning that glowed across her face when she looked towards the window; a hello kitty night light growing softly at her, courtesy of Cassie buying her a present for doing well whilst getting her jabs.

She reached out for another salty sweet treat, her fingers digging at the greasy bag for more food. When her fingers collided with an empty bag, nothing but a growl rolling out of her stomach; she huffed.

Her small legs kicked off the blanket, hissing out into the air when her toes retouched the cold floor. Her feet tredded, her toes reaching up so she was tall enough to hold the stairs railing. Her eyes were tired, a small yawn leaving her food covered mouth when she finally reached the bottom step.

"Cassie?" The little girl called out into the shadowed room, her short frame looked even small under the gloss of the nearby lamp. When she was met with silence her mind didn't wander, she walked further into the room. She was stuck, the darkness of the kitchen too fearful for her to enter, but at the same time; the kitchen back door was wide open, the heavy wind forcing the door to bounce back and forth.

"Cassie! The kitchen is dark and I'm scared." The blonde whispered, too afraid her loud voice would cause the boogeyman to hear her. She was stuck, debating whether to jump to click the light on.

Her teddy was loosely dragging on the floor, skimming the tilted floor as comfort.

"I'm scared, Mr. Cuddle." The younger Macher confessed. Whether it be the wild imagination of her young mind, or the fact her body began to stutter madly when her small frame caught a glimpse of a shadow outside.

She looked down at her yellow rabbit teddy, bringing it closer to her chest. She cuddled into the plush toy, whispering through her fear drenched breath.

"I'm scared, Mr Cuddle. I don't know where Cassie is, and the bad men might get me." She fussed over the cotton object, hugging it for dear life. She thought, quickly and recklessly before her feet began to move again.

Finally her small hands wrapped around the door handle, pressed on her tippy toes, hoisting the door wide open.

"Cassie?"

The girl she was searching for was hunched over, scratching the small cat that rubbed into her legs. Immediately relief washed over Keres, her hands no longer jittery.

Cassie turned around, the ginger cat between her arms. She jumped slightly upon seeing Keres standing there, expecting the blonde girl to already be passed out by now.

Cassie was conscious of the time, the late hour the much younger had stayed up under the vision of herself. Her tongue rolled out, a shaken sigh leaving her lips before walking towards the girl in question.

"Why aren't you asleep, pumpkin?" The Becker girl asked, hand cupping the small girl's cheek. Keres leaned into the touch, her eyes lolling closed at the familiar softness of her second mom's hand.

"Can't sleep without you." The child muttered, her voice laced with tiredness and a sense that at any time she'd pass-out.

"Okay then, let's go to sleep." Cassie closed the door, foolishly forgetting to lock it behind her. She placed down the fluffy cat, scratching it goodnight before picking up Keres.

Keres immediately fell into the embrace, holding the older and other blonde in her arms. Keres had a superpower, within seconds she was sleeping and snoring into Cassie's ear before they reached it to the top of the stairs.

Cassie didn't mind, she slowly lugged the girl into, well her room, but it was more there room. She turned off the TV, the series that played in the background a bit too loud for the sleep state Keres was in. She assured the nightlight was still on, before tucking the girl into her bed.

The blanket rose, lying soft against the Macher girl's chin, her mouth open and saliva already dribbling out; Passed-out, beyond awakening. Cassie leaned down, kissing Keres forehead before letting the girl rest.

The phone call still replying in her mind,

What's my favourite scary movie? The Becker girl thought, walking back down into the living room to carry on to watch a TV show she promised Flora they'd watch together.

Her feet were prompted up against the couch, gummy worms being consumed more often then she blinked.

Her mind was dead, tired and numb to the world.

In moments like these she regretted a lot: she's in love with her best friend, mothering a child at the age of 17 and now being taunted by some freak who thinks it's funny to mock how her aunty died.

Cassie thought nothing of the masculine voice, the raspy tone that haunted her better dreams. She was left, chewing on gummies; fuming at the world, and the shitty life she lived in.

The back door behind her still unlocked and unattended to. The stalker-like mask glued to the person's face as they dragged their dagger across the brick wall; dreaming of the way everyone will eventually know their name, and not the one of her family.

[xmarziex]

That wasn't me 😒

I'm a changed person...

Bark.

Baby be teasing me 😫😫

(Jkjk)

[xmarziex]

That's kinda suspicious 🙄

Bark.

Baby be teasing me 😫😫

(Jkjk)

[xmarziex]

》ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ《 (+𝟷𝟾)

Tara Carpenter x Gf!Fem!Reader

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Song: Closer - Nine Inch Nails Summary: R shows Tara who truly owns her. Warnings: gf!femreader, murder, smut, Tara receiving, knife kink, slight choke kink? Me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 3.9k

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It was the most exhilarating feeling on this planet. The way your knife plunged repeatedly into the flesh of your latest victim; your mask already discarded on the floor. You found enjoyment in the splatter of crimson that ran down your face. Euphoria floods your system as if someone had distributed a dose of morphine into your veins.

It wasn't ever going to be a feeling you'd ever get tired of; the feeling of gutting someone, of the taste of blood that always seemed to find its way onto your lips. It wasn't a part of your plan to kill tonight, but you never seemed to abide by your own rules.

You'd like to think that you only resorted to murder because you felt like it, and in a way you did. But you were pissed, livid even. Chad Meeks-Martin thought that he could take what was yours, he thought he could get away with touching her. Oh, how wrong he was as your knife continued to penetrate his abdomen.

The life had long since left his eyes, by the time your dark eyes had looked up at his limp form. You were smiling like a complete maniac as you took the blade and gave him a final slash across his throat. You sat still for a bit, admiring your handy work before you got off his body and swiped the blade with your gloved hand, cleaning it of any excess blood. You were in an absolute state of pleasure as you stared down at his unmoving body, you didn't have to worry about Chad trying to steal Tara from you now.

It was tempting at this very moment to cut off his hands, the hands that believed they were privileged enough to touch what was yours. Hands that thought they could try and be a thief and steal from you without facing the proper consequences. "So fucking pathetic."

With one last look at Chad's lifeless form on the ground of his bedroom floor, you picked up your mask, slipped it back on and disappeared through the open window of his apartment, blending and disappearing into the night, making your way down the ladder.

It was amusing, to say the least, how much more exciting it had been to kill Chad, rather than Frankie. Frankie seemed too busy trying to get his dick wet, not even noticing a figure clad in black preparing to impale him with a knife. He had screamed like a little bitch, the music too loud for anyone to even hear him. The girl on the bed was too drunk to even realise the guy she was with was being slaughtered right in front of her.

He hadn't fought for his life, too busy trying to catch his bearings and stand on his own two feet, too busy trying to weakly push the knife away from where it had penetrated him. He deserved it. If only you had done it while he was still sober, drew out his inevitable death. He was another pathetic being who thought they could touch Tara, only he wanted to do it non-consensually.

Chad on the other hand had received the full Ghostface treatment, he was a premium victim after all.

It was comparable to the beginning sequence of 'Stab', he was the dumb bitch who picked up a call from an unknown number, the dumb bitch home alone. He truly thought he could outrun you, really thought he could fight you off. He was the 'big-breasted' girl who went running into his room when he could've been running out the front door.

What made his death so much more exhilarating, was the fact he put up a proper fight. It was the second-best feeling that had ever existed, the adrenaline, the wonder of if he would win or not. The satisfaction when he lay on the ground, losing the battle entirely. The feeling of watching as the blood started draining from his body.

You had grown sick and tired of the longing look he'd send Tara, the way he'd graze her knuckles or arm with his hand. The way he'd held hugs for a second too long, tonight had been the last straw. He looked so proud of himself; he looked smug thinking that she was on her way to falling in love with him just because she had kissed his cheek.

Look where that got him- dead laying on his bedroom floor. His roommate won't find his body until morning. So, he can enjoy the fact that no one noticed he was dead the whole night.

You let out a chuckle as you made your way home, Tara invading your mind as you wondered if Tara was already asleep considering how late it was. Or if she'd stayed up awaiting your return. The excitement of the fresh kill was still running through your system as your mind filled with only one thing. Tara.

The pit in your stomach felt heated, you wondered what Tara would think if you came home face drenched in the blood of your latest crime. If she'd want, you to run the knife still slightly coated in that conceited alpha's blood across her supple skin. If she found excitement in the fact, she knew exactly what you had done with it.

You were getting fidgety by the time you made it to the apartment complex, the staircase feeling like it was going to go for an eternity. You were frustrated that all these little things were delaying you from reaching Tara. That they were keeping you from your destination.

If only your knife could obliterate everything in its path whether it was an inanimate object or even a person. They shouldn't have the right to keep you from Tara.

You were beyond exasperated when you made it to the apartment you shared with Tara. The only thing on your mind as you unlocked the door and entered, the door closing and locking behind you with a clack, was how badly you wanted to rip your girlfriend's clothes off.

As your jet-black boots resounded against the floor with each step, your excitement began to come back with a burning vengeance. You hadn't taken your costume off yet, having chosen to stay blended into the night to avoid potential witnesses.

You were trembling by the time you made it to the entryway of your shared bedroom, Tara's gaze being half-lidded on the verge of falling asleep from her position in the centre of the bed. You were fighting back the urge to just lunge at her and take what you had been craving from the moment you had first embedded your sharp blade into your pathetic prey's flesh.

You watched as your girlfriend's gaze met yours, dark brown eyes blown wide in mock terror, sleep now the last thing on her mind. You stood there in the entryway a second longer admiring your lover's figure that was drowning in one of your oversized black t-shirts, the only light radiating on her body coming from the lamp on the bedside table, illuminating her beautiful figure.

You lifted your knife, still wearing the Ghostface mask, waving it slightly, fresh blood still coating the blade. Your smile turned sinister as you began to walk ever so slowly towards the bed. The closer you got, the more the heat in the pit of your stomach grew.

"Are you here to kill me?" Tara's doe eyes looked up at your figure approaching leisurely. You could see the hidden smile on the verge of breaking through, the lust that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.

You chuckled darkly under the mask, giving her a nod in response. You watched as the brunette slowly pushed herself up so that she could crawl towards the end of the comforter. You both were shaking in anticipation when the heavy sound of boots ceased, you having finally made it to the end of the bed after taking agonizingly slow strides.

You used your gloved hand to grip Tara's chin between your fingers tightly, tilting her head up to gaze into her lust-filled eyes. With the knife still gripped in your right hand you slowly brought it up, dragging the spine of the blade down your girlfriend's cheek.

Tara's hand slowly raised to the mask, your grip slightly tightening on her chin as the brunette's hand began to take the mark off. She was met with what she thought to be the most enticing sight. Your face drenched in partially dried-up blood. Your eyes were already burning with need as you stared down at the girl who had ownership over your heart.

Clenching Tara's chin tighter, you decided to finally give in slightly to your desires, with the spine of the knife still against her cheek, you pulled her into an all too searing kiss. One that expressed everything mere words couldn't. One that set both your worlds ablaze with a burning passion of unsanctioned lust. It was a kiss she was quick to fall into.

You took this time to kick your boots off, wanting nothing more than to push the brunette onto the mattress and just give in fully to your desires. She had brought the euphoric sense you had gotten from the kill back; the way you felt every time your sharp blade was found delving its way into your victim's flesh. She was the only person on this earth that could calm your beast, the only person that could turn you rabid in a mere second, the only person on this earth worth living for.

Ungripping the brown-eyed woman's chin, you slowly led her back into the centre of the bed. You started trailing the hand not holding the knife down towards her neck before grabbing a hold of it. You took this chance to bite Tara's bottom lip before tugging and releasing, leaning back to look at your lover.

"You fucking love this don't you?" You spoke huskily, Tara becoming a whimpering mess wanting nothing more but to reattach your lips with hers, only to be stopped by your giving her neck a slight squeeze. "Have I ever told you how absolutely ravishing you look under me, with my hand wrapped around your pretty little throat."

You flipped the knife around, so the tip was now pressed against her cheek, trailing down softly across her jawline. Tara's breathing became exceedingly shallower at the feeling of cold steel coming closer to her throat. She was enjoying this, making a sound of protest when you made a move to pull away entirely. Your hand detaching from her throat and knife retracting from its position on her skin.

"You're really needy tonight, aren't you?" You smirked towards the woman in front of you, before your eyes grew much darker. You gripped the bottom of the shirt she was wearing before using the knife to tear it from her waist to her neck, the tip of the knife grazing slightly against her supple skin. Tara gasped in shock at the action, before the shirt was completely ripped off her body, leaving her completely bare, with a fresh wave of goosebumps, running down her spine causing her to give an involuntary shiver.

You raised an eyebrow at her, the thought that she had only been wearing your shirt sending a new wave of heat down to your core. You took a moment to admire the dark-haired woman's figure. Every curve, every crevice, every scar was pure perfection in your eyes, she could very well put the goddess Aphrodite to shame with her beauty alone.

"Please-" it was a plea, one made with a quivering voice. She looked so utterly desperate. "I need you right now".

You didn't have to be told twice as you took your blood-stained gloves off and made a show of straddling the brunette's stomach. Her hands gripped your cloaked hips as your blade found its place back to its previous position on Tara's jaw continuing to trail downwards. The brown-eyed woman shivered as the knife began to make its way down her throat towards her chest.

Tara's grip tightened around your hips by the time the tip of your knife had made it down the side of her voluptuous breasts. You kept trailing a path lower, now running it down the middle of her abdomen making her shudder in ecstasy. The moment came to a stop when she watched as you threw the dirty knife to the side, before leaning over to grab a cleaner one from the drawer on the bedside table. Tara looked at you with a raised eyebrow before you flashed her a smirk.

You had grown bored of the previously discarded knife; it was coated in the blood of a lesser being. Someone who didn't deserve the privilege of tainting Tara's blood with their own. A vile human who had already suffered the consequences, after thinking he could have her.

You moved closer to her face, your lips inches apart. The cold metal of the new knife pressed against her cheek, but she didn't pay it any mind as her breathing became immensely deeper. She enjoyed the slight sting of the blade when she pushed herself up to connect your lips. it was much rougher than the earlier kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth to meet yours.

You felt her fingers clawing at your cloak, feeling how her soft hands start to undress you completely as your lips continue to find each other. You pull away from your place straddling her lap, watching as a small trail of blood made its way down her cheek from the fresh cut. You leaned closer ever so slowly, your tongue trailing up her cheek capturing the crimson substance.

The metallic taste entering your taste buds made you moan in delight, grinding your bare hips ever so slightly down. The sound and action made Tara shiver, your breath fanning her cheek before you leaned closer to her ear to whisper, "God, you taste so fucking good." She let out her own moan as your teeth grazed her ear ever so softly. "Maybe I should try something more appetising".

You flashed a smirk as you slowly slid down her body and between her thighs, your knife following suit. She absently spread her legs wider, as you settled in between them, the tip of the blade making its way down her right thigh.

Her shoulders leaned against the headboard, pillows propped behind her back, as she watched in anticipation as you moved closer towards her sopping-wet folds. Your breath sends a shiver down her spine, her body desperately edging to get closer.

Tara's fists clenched the bed sheets as you drew closer, placing a feather-light kiss on her left inner thigh, your tongue beginning to trail slowly towards her throbbing core.

You trailed your tongue across the length of her slit, running your tongue between her folds. The cold steel of your blade still tracing her skin absently, her hips beginning to buck at the sensation.

Your tongue slowly circles her clit, your lips latching on, sucking softly. Her whimpers were music to your ears, the way she tried to hold herself back from pushing you closer. Her knuckles were impossibly white, the bed sheets still clenched in her hands.

You look up for a split second, pulling away softly, but not before grazing your teeth on her throbbing clit. Your tongue gave one final lick to the slit of her folds.

"I was right" You grin towards her, the blood on your face from earlier making her shiver in pleasure. "You taste absolutely divine." You keep eye contact as you lick your lips, trying to prove your point. Her breathing staggered her eyes locked completely on you.

You moved your knife to your left hand beginning to trail your right hand up her thigh, moving closer to her heat.

Your fingers finally make contact, a gasp leaving her luscious lips. She shivers under your touch, as you slipped a finger inside, followed by another. Her walls clenching around you, a loud moan resounding around the bedroom.

You pushed in, slowly until you reached as deep as you could go, your finger beginning to pump slowly. The ever-growing slickness making the movements smoother.

You continue your slow pumps as you manoeuvre yourself into a better position, dropping the knife to lift a leg over your shoulder. Your lips encounter her inner thigh, your teeth nibbling at her smooth skin. She shivered at the contact; her breathing laboured as your fingers moved faster.

Her head began to tilt back, your fingers penetrating until you found the right spot, beginning to curl them slightly. "Please..." She practically moaned, her voice quaking. "More..."

You sped up some more before placing your mouth on her clit, sucking and flicking it with your tongue. You could tell she was enjoying it, by the way she was clenching around your fingers, the way her moans got even louder, and the way her hands were still holding the bed sheets so hard that you were surprised her nails hadn't torn them to shreds.

You could tell she was tempted to run her fingers through your hair and pull you closer to where you were satisfying her. The way her fingers tightened then slackened on the bed sheets, the way her hands seemed to twitch in need to hold your head down, wanting to feel if you could go even deeper inside her.

Her moans were your music, the symphony you would listen to for an eternity if you could. The way she begged for more was your kryptonite, one that you would never get tired of hearing even if it did make your core throb.

You loved the fact that only you would ever have her like this, a writhing mess under you. Only you would be able to know how she tastes because in all honesty she was yours, you owned her as much as she owned you. She was a caged bird in your heart, never to be released from it.

You felt her tense under you, your fingers continuing to curl and pump into her at a fast pace. Your tongue licking as you sucked on her throbbing clit, your teeth grazing and pulling softly every so often.

You could tell she was getting close by the way her legs twitched and tensed, the way her moans got louder as her breathing stuttered. You were almost tempted to edge her, keep her on the verge of coming but never quite allowed her to fall. But you wanted to watch her twitch and shutter underneath you, you wanted to watch as she exploded over your mouth and fingers.

So instead of telling her to hold it, you allowed her release. Her legs tensing, a scream leaving her lips, you continued your pace as she went over the edge. Her walls clenched impossibly tight against your fingers, her body begging to shudder and twitch on ecstasy and pleasure as her eyes rolled back into her head.

You pushed her through the orgasm, feeling her release beginning to coat your fingers. You kept sucking her clit, before grazing your teeth against it, biting down softly and pulling only then letting go. Her body finally became completely limp, twitching only a few more times before stilling entirely. Her breathing was deep and heavy, energy seemingly spent.

You pulled your fingers out pulling back as she twitched a little at the action. She looked up at you, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction, watching as you slowly and seductively licked and sucked her juices off your fingers.

You dropped her leg from off your shoulder, picking up the knife and trailing it upwards as you began to slide up her body. The knife settled at her breasts and stayed as you made it to her lips, pushing forward to kiss her passionately. She reciprocated, pushing herself lazily up, feeling as you circled the tip of the blade around her areolas.

You slipped your tongue in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. Your knife continued its circles until you began pulling back, biting her bottom lip and tugging as you did so. You released her bottom lip from in between your teeth, placing the knife down on the bedside table before laying down next to her, pulling her into your body.

She cuddled up to you as you kissed the crown of her head. "You are so fucking beautiful." You nuzzled your nose against her hair, wrapping your arms around her.

Spent and cuddled up to your chest, Tara's breathing begins to calm down. Her legs entwined with yours, the warmth of your skin the perfect temperature.

She tilts her head up to meet your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping inside your mouth to meet yours. It grew deeper as it went on, Tara seeming to untangle her legs from yours and move to straddle your lap.

As soon as she pulled away, your lips began to chase hers only to be stopped by a hand on your chin. A smirk had made its way onto her face, a smirk you knew all too well. "I guess it's my turn." It was her revenge, you felt it as she began to kiss you harder trailing her hand down your body getting prepared to return the favour.

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Bonus:

The first 'Stab' movie was playing on the television screen, Mindy having come over to have a marathon. Tara not even looking up to watch as her eyes stayed attached to her phone. It was surprising, her obvious dislike for the slasher genre considering that she was dating and attracted to the fact that you indulged yourself in the activity.

Mindy narrowed her eyes from her place seated on your couch at the fresh scar that seemed to adorn Tara’s cheek. They’d only just seen each other yesterday and her facial features had been flawless, not a single scratch. “What’d you do to your cheek?”

It was a simple question one that you could tell was sending the small brunette into a panic. You hadn’t made up an excuse in time, one that would explain why Tara had received the obvious cut. You both were too busy getting tangled in the sheets, that you hadn’t thought to place a band-aid on the wound.

It didn’t look to be infected which was a relief, you kept watching as your girlfriend racked her brain for what to say. She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by Mindy’s mobile ringtone going off. Mindy looked down at her phone, rolling her eyes and clicking her tongue “It’s my mom, I’ve gotta take this.” She got up to leave the room, oblivious to the forming smirk appearing on your face.

Your head nuzzled into your girlfriend’s neck, trying to muffle the giggle that was begging to break free. You had a feeling you knew what the call was about, and from the way her voice seemed to raise and sound frantic, you knew you had hit the nail on the head. Your maniacal grin was hard to hide, so you stayed where you were, the door seemingly wanting to come off its hinges as it banged open, announcing Mindy’s return.

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Jamie Speaks:

Yes? No?

I was imagining how the security footage would've looked if R had used the elevator instead... just casually standing on an elevator in a Ghostface costume.

Also, just imagine if Tara had an asthma attack during sex pfft...

Enjoy this picture as my apology:

[xmarziex]

Sadie Riley can do no wrong!

She should step on my neck, it's for science.

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch

[xmarziex]

I have to admit- I was imagining her even when you had the face claim set as Olivia Scott Welch 😭

I love both faceclaims though!

But yeah Madelaine fit alot better as Sadie Riley 🛐🛐

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch

[xmarziex]

I thought she was Madelaine Petsch 😭

Like Madelaine should step on me with her high heels 🛐

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch

[xmarziex]

Got me crying tears of joy.

My wife is at it again 🛐🛐 murdering people for a good cause. The good cause being making me fall even deeper inlove with her.

I hope she gets covered in more blood, so I can imagine how much more attractive she is.

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch

[xmarziex]

Is that so 🙄

Interesting of you keep that sort of information from me. Kind of hurts my wittle heart.

It's okay I'll keep Sadie safe, make sure she gets the love she needs. The love Gale and her friends can't give her right now. I mean they've somehow gone missing 😒 I don't know anything about that

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch

[xmarziex]

My imagination is very vivid.

So in my mind Sadie Riley is most definitely a real person. Maybe she can be my version of hallucination Amber. Although I did do the whole manipulation game just to get her 🙃

Sadie thought she manipulated Tara into thinking she killed Frankie because of SA. But she ain't seen manipulation yet 😒

SPOILER ALERT:

the GF in @rollingsins All Hers….is me

sorry guys, i just had to kill a bitch