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maevesheart · 1 year

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PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

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summary: making you fall for Peter may be a lot easier than he expected, except... he's finding it particularly hard on himself.

WC: 3k

TW: none

GRISWOLD PENTHOUSE, HOME

you tossed and turned all night, trying to come to terms with your new predicament.

peter parker.

how were you ever going to make that happen? you knew boys at school liked you, i mean they didn’t try to hide it.

hell, you were asked to senior prom your freshman year.

but peter was different. peter was sweet, and seemed genuinely upset that you assumed he would say those things.

snapping you out of your treacherous thoughts, your alarm clock finally blared as the number 7 came up on the screen.

your blinds automatically opened themselves, displaying the big, bright, and open city beneath you.

skyscrapers stood tall next to your floor to ceiling windows, and you could barely make out people walking on the streets below.

the sun streamed in, and you peeled yourself out of your sheets, sighing and slipping into your pink fuzzy slippers.

jaela did your makeup and you slipped into your uniform. you opted for a pair of miu miu mary jane platforms, and just kept your h/c hair long and flowing down your back.

grabbing your backpack off the ground after putting a pair of simple pearls into your ears, you went down your large marble staircase that lead into the foyer.

long, wide, and all white marble, the foyer was bright. the elevator sat at one end, and the walls were each 40 feet tall, with a massive archway on the wall opposite the foyer.

the archway led into a pristine and all white formal living room, with a single massive glass chandelier hanging down over the two grey leather couches. the marble fireplace sat in between the two couches opposite of each other.

a large family portrait sat above the fire place. featuring 5-year-old you and georgie sitting in the grass wearing all white outfits. your mother, your beautiful mother, sat in between you two, wearing white jeans and a white blouse and dripping in diamond jewelry, like always. your father was sitting on the other side of her, one hand on your mothers knee, and the other on georgie’s back. axel, your doberman, is a puppy in the painting, and sits tall and proper next to your father.

you take a moment to stare at the photograph, lingering over your mothers smile. she was radiant, and your heart strings pull as you remember her laugh.

the photo was taken a month before her death. it was sudden, and unexpected. they say she had a seizure in her sleep, and she went peacefully. you were happy at least that she went without any pain.

after the formal living room, that was at least the size of a small gymnasium and at least 80 feet tall, there are two archways, one leading to the large, white, marble kitchen, and the other leading to your fathers office, which looked exactly like his office in the gris-rise.

you entered the kitchen, meeting georgie’s eyes with a small smile and sitting down next to him at the first island.

sara stood behind you two at the last island, chopping vegetables.

moments later, gregor enters through the archway on the opposite side of the kitchen that leads to the laundry room, bathroom, indoor pool & patio, alternate elevator, and theater.

his smile immediately brightens up the room and both you and georgie offer him grins.

“hey greg. what’s up,” georgie speaks through spoonfuls of cereal.

“not much, geo. how are the both of you this morning?” he speaks as he walks into the walk-in fridge, which stands opposite you and georgie.

“i’m trying to make the best of it. i barely slept last night.” you sigh and place your hand on your forehead.

“someone’s in a weirdly good mood,” georgie smiles, hitting your shoulder with his.

“i’m trying,” you lightly laugh, throwing a small orange at georgie’s face, which he quickly intercepts.

“what’re you doing here so early, greg? not like you to come anytime before dinner.”

“i’m taking you two to school today, executing my doting uncle skills.” he joked, causing both you and georgie to laugh.

gregor wasn’t actually your uncle. he attended college with your mother and father, and was their best friend. he officiated their wedding, was in the delivery room when you two were born, and was named the godfather of you both.

after your mothers death, he stepped in even more than before, considering he had no children or significant other of his own.

he was also extremely high up at gristech. his phd in aeronautics from MIT and a phd in space engineering from stanford made him especially useful, and he was named the top rocket scientist after his internship with nasa.

he was like your second father, well, most of the time it felt like he was the only father you had.

speaking of the devil, your father waltzed into the kitchen moments later, wearing a crisp grey suit, a grin adorning his face as he gave gregor a playful slap on the back.

“hey, greg. goodmorning, y/n, goodmorning george.” your father gave both you and georgie each a kiss on the top of the head, and approached the massive fridge next to where gregor was leaning against the counter.

“morn, dad.” georgie muffles out in between large gulps of milk. “take it easy, boy. nobodies gonna take the milk from you!” gregor playfully teased, making the four of you laugh, and georgie even spits out some of the milk onto the counter.

“you two have an excellent day, alright. and y/n, i’ll see you later, yes? remember what i told you.” your father sternfully said, nodding his head as he exited into the foyer.

you heard the elevator chime, and your father say a quick goodbye to hayes, your butler.

you sighed, once again reminded of the things you promised your father.

“what was dad talking about? remember what i told you,” georgie light-heartedly laughs.

you trail quietly behind him and gregor to the back elevator, the two of them laughing and spewing jokes every opportunity.

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MIDTOWN CAFETERIA, LUNCH

you picked around at the salad sara had packed for you. harry sat next to you, loudly gossiping with liz, like always.

you felt terrible. thoughts of second period bounced around in your mind as you tried to bury them as deep as possible.

you walked into ap chemistry, taking your usual seat in the front, next to gwen. brad sat behind you, something you tried to block out.

but what was strange, was that instead of ned slipping into the seat on your right (which was entirely because of the seating chart, not because you wanted to sit next to him), peter slid into the chair instead.

you gave him and confused look, before plastering a sickly-sweet smile onto your shiny lips. “morning, peter,”.

peter was confused. maybe this would be a lot easier than he thought. hell, if you already like him, then he didn’t even need to do anything!

“good morning, y/n” he softly smiled back, speaking in a light voice. it was…. kind of cute.

you reminded yourself that this was all for a good cause. you were helping your dad and his company! it would all work out. ….. right?

you laid it on as thick as possible. all class, touching his arm lightly, brushing against him when walking past his seat, asking for help.

he had to know. you were making it extremely obvious.

your heart tugged when you looked back to be met with the dark eyes of brad. the same brad who you loved so much. the same brad who took everything from you and didn’t even apologize.

swallowing your tears, you faked another smile and turned back to peter, nodding as he explained the complex stoiciometry equation.

the harsh bell sounded throughout the classroom, and you quickly packed up your things, giving peter a light squeeze on the forearm as you breezed pass him, tilting your head slightly to smile.

“bye,” he smiled, slighting waving as you walked past. his arm fell awkwardly to his side and he groaned after you left the classroom. suddenly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to fake this.

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the end of the school day could not come any slower. finally, when the long, screeching bell sounds to signal the end of last period, you bolt for the door.

you rush into the parking lot, searching for the black maserati that will escort you to gristech.

your heart tightens as you watch peter struggle to get his bike out of the bike rack. you look away before he sees you, and bite down the aching want to ask him if he’d like a ride.

slipping into the matte black leather seats, sigmund, your chauffeur, quickly pulls the car out of the crowded parking lot and into the busy streets of new york city.

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GRIS-HIGH

your fathers booming voice is the first thing you hear as you enter gris-high, watching him walk up to you with open arms.

“ready for day one?” he asks, once again displaying his bright white sparkling smile. you nod, tight lipped.

he claps his hands together, “wonderful.”

you silently ride with him up to the labs, spinning the simple gold ring on your middle finger around.

you gasp as you the elevator to the labs opens, revealing peter, already in a lab coat and goggles, hunched over a table, quietly looking through a microscope.

i guess his bike was faster anyways, you tell yourself, making yourself feel better about not offering him a ride.

“hey, y/n,” he squeaks, awkward under the pressing gaze of your father.

“hi, peter,” you whisper, falling slow behind your fathers long footsteps.

“y/n, dr hitch is here to help, and peter’s already had the rundown, he can teach you. you both are free to go at 4. i expect big things.” and with that, he left the room, leaving just you and peter and a whole lot of awkward tension.

“well, um, here i’ll show you,” peter rubbed his neck, and you moved closer to him, arm pressing against his.

you could smell his cologne, which did smell good. you breathed in heavily, trying to get as much of it as possible.

a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he watched you, even though he tried to fight it.

you watched him with wide, yet careful eyes as he explained the ins and outs of the labs your father assigned. they were fairly easy, you remembered doing most of it in intro to chemistry during your freshman year.

you peter silently worked, stealing glances every once in a while, and occasionally brushing against each other as you walked past.

his smell was driving you crazy, and he was actively resisting the urge to pull you into his arms.

but he needed to take this slow. make sure he’s really got you before he does anything extreme. he can’t mess this up. mr stark is counting on him.

as much as he didn’t want to admit, and would never admit, he was fucking terrified. you’d been his dream girl since freshman year, when he first saw you walk into advanced latin. he knew he was done for the moment he saw your e/c eyes.

and now here he was, working with the girl he had liked for so long, and his only command from mr stark was to make her love him. something he had been wanting for years now.

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dr hitch walked up to you as you dumped the last of the water out of the graduated cylinder. “you both are free to go. it’s 4.”

you nodded, and silently took the white apron off your body, and then the goggles off your eyes.

“hey,”

you turn to peter as the word leaves his lips, quietly, shyly.

“wanna go get churros or something? to celebrate the end of our first day.”

you nodded, holding back a smile.

it was cold out, the early march air nipping at the exposed skin on your long legs.

you shivered, inching closer to peters warm body as the two of you strolled in central park.

“cold?” peter asked, his cheeks rosy pink from the freezing wind. he looked down at you, his height giving him an advantage in watching you.

“unfortunately, yeah,” you nodded, wrapping your smalls arms around your slim body, trying to conjure up as much warmth as possible.

“here, take my coat,” he offered, slipping off the simple black lined windbreaker he was wearing.

“oh, you don’t have to do that—“

“i insist. i cant leave a lady cold, can i?” he joked, holding out the coat for you to take.

you smiled up at him before taking it out of his hands, and slipping into it. it engulfed your body, making you small as compared to the warm jacket.

you sighed in content as warmth spread across your body.

“better?” he questioned, laughing slightly.

“much. thank you,”

he nodded and looked ahead, spotting the churro stand a few yards in front of you two.

“there it is! i swear, you’ll love them. they’re my favorites, i hope the have the ones with caramel…” his voice trailed off as he imagined all the delicious possibilities in front of him.

you smiled and let out a small giggle at the giddy boy next to you. he was cute, you would admit.

he looked down at you with a big smile and his brown eyes, eyebrows slightly narrowed.

“hey! what’re you laughing at!? i promise, you won’t be laughing once you taste these churros.” he smiles, lightly knocking his bicep into your shoulder, making you sway just a bit.

you laughed again, trailing behind him as he jogged to the stand.

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the two of you found a small bench in the back of the park, surrounded by tall trees staring to blossom as spring approached.

you shared a caramel drizzled churro, alternately taking bites and basking in the comfortable silence.

“so, tell me something about you, give me the essentials,” peter broke the silence, turning to face you, letting his knees hit yours.

“where to start,” you jokingly swooned, making peter laugh.

“well, i’ve got georgie, my twin brother, obviously. he’s my best friend i guess,” you shrugged, taking a bite from the churro.

“um, you know, i really like school. especially stuff with space. um, i wanna be an aerospace engineer. yeah. that’s about it.” you lightly laugh, realizing there really isn’t that much to know about you.

peter nodded. “what about you? what’s the essentials to peter parker?”

he looks ahead, before turning back and answering.

“i love chemistry, and physics. i intern at stark industries, well and now gristech. my best friend is ned leeds, no siblings, i live with my aunt. that’s about it.”

you smile as you listen to him talk about himself. how his eyes brighten when he mentions his aunt. it’s cute.

“you sound more interesting than me, that’s for sure,” you smile, offering the last bite of the churro to peter.

“no thanks, you can have it,” he smiles, watching as you take the last bite.

you debate whether or not you should ask, i mean, you’d feel pretty silly if it wasn’t true. but you need to know.

“peter,”

he looks at you, expectantly.

“i know this is probably silly, and you probably didn’t, but i need to know if you really did tell people that you took my virginity… so, did you?” you ask, searching his face for any sign of an answer.

“y/n, you really think i’d do that? to answer your question, no, i didn’t say it.”

you let out a relieved breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding. “that makes me feel a lot better,” you smile up at him.

“oh, and i’m sorry about the, the um,”

he smirks, knowing what’s coming next.

“i’m sorry for slapping you…” you barely whisper, watching as his smirk turns smug.

“what was that? i didn’t hear you.” he laughs and you playfully hit his arm.

“shut up,” you laughed, his eyes trained on the way your nose scrunched.

“seriously though, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have slapped you.” you shook your head, remembering what happened in the cafeteria just 2 days ago.

“it’s not a big deal, really. i, i would’ve been pissed too if someone said that about me.” he reassures you.

you give him a small smile and look down to your feet, the guilt slowly fading away.

you look up and make eye contact, watching as he scans your face.

his eyebrows are slightly scrunched, like he’s figuring things out in his mind, analyzing you.

but his brown eyes are soft. they stay on yours. but yours betray you, they flicker down to his lips. his soft, pink lips.

lips that look so inviting.

especially as you two are sat in the back of the park, hidden from everyone’s view.

it’s almost too perfect….

you snap your gaze, looking back up to his eyes. as he opens his mouth to speak, you abruptly look away, standing up.

“walk me home, yeah?”

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you said goodbye to peter and left him a confused mess on the street in front of your penthouse building as you rushed inside.

as soon as the elevator dinged and you entered the large foyer of your home, you placed your hand to your chest, trying to steady your breathing.

you didn’t like peter, no way. it was just the moment. you’ve been somewhat lonely lately, and that’s fine, you don’t actually like peter.

it was just the moment.

you repeat it in your head multiple times, making yourself believe it.

it was just the moment.

it was just…. fuck.

you want to crawl into a hole as you realize the worst part of it all.

you wanted to kiss peter parker.

not because he was there and it was convenient, but because you like him.

you have feelings for peter parker.

real feelings.

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satninroses · 1 year

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Broken Back & Doting Girlfriend

(A/N): I have nothing to say ;-; I hope you all enjoy! :-)

Summary: Elvis slips and injuries himself in the shower. You rush to help him but get sidetracked with little Elvis.

Pairing: Older! Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2,788

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Hand jobs (M. Receiving) Dirty talk, swearing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of Colonel Tom Parker

Elvis returned home a few days ago from his latest tour. This one in particular had taken a large toll on him. He felt like he had no time to breathe or talk on the phone with you. When he finally got home, you were glued to his hip to make up for all the lost time.

You felt as though Tom Parker was squeezing every last drop of energy out of him. You had pleaded with him to take a breather but Elvis persisted that he needed to prepare for the next big tour he was going on.

As if there wasn’t enough to worry about with his music and the Colonel, he always worried about you. He worried if you liked it at Graceland when he wasn’t there. He worried if you were comfortable in all the lavish clothes Elvis gifted to you. He even worried over if your dinner was warm enough.

Even before he met you, he was always stressed about his Mama and Papa. He always wanted to make sure they were ok and in need of any assistance. He had always told them that if they ever needed anything during a tour, he would walk right off that stage and take the first flight back to Memphis.

After his mom passed and his dad had distanced himself from the family, he was left with no one but him and the Mafia. Sure, he wasn’t lonely but he always get as if something were missing. He enjoyed how his mother doted on him as if he were still a young man.

Life had seemed dull for a year or two before he met you. He was well into his late thirties and you were fresh out of college. When he first spotted you outside the gates to Graceland, your sweet face had drawn him to you first. Your hair looked soft and your cheeks had a sweet pink tinge to them. You had the biggest and sweetest doe eyes he had ever seen. You sported a pretty pink dress the fell right beneath your knees. You had the prettiest string of pearls around your neck and on your ears. You were also wearing these adorable Mary Jane heels.

When he had first approached you, the girls around you grew excited at his presences and did everything to get his attention. Not trying to be rude, he handed out a few hugs and autographs. He wanted to push through all of them to get to you.

After the mob of girls had moved to the side for him to pass through, he stopped right in front of you. You were about a foot shorter than him. He peered over at your friend who was stationed next to you. She had an awe-struck look on her face while you babbled on about the newest fashion trends you wanted to indulge in.

He cleared his throat and your head shot up to look at him. You gasp and your hands come up to slap over your mouth. “You’re Elvis Presley.” The excitement rushed through your veins and up into your brain.

He checked and nodded his head. “In the flesh Darlin’. What’s your name?“ You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled up at him “(Y/N).”

He let go of you and grasped your chin in his hands. His lips met yours in a rush. You gripped his bicep and kissed back. He pushed back a little bit.

He released the short-lived kiss. “Listen, why don’t you come back here later tonight when I can meet you again without any nosy paparazzi. I’ll let security know that you’re coming. They’ll let you in.”

These last few years have been a dream for him. He loved you so much and you loved him even more. He was 39, almost 40 this year. You were on the verge of 23. You were so polite and kind-hearted. He doesn’t know what he would do without you. Every night, he thanks his lucky stars and mama that you were sent to him. He knows that if he were to step out of line even once when it came to you, his mama would rise up and scold him endlessly.

Tonight, he wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and cuddle with his beloved. He entered the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He stalked towards the faucet of the shower and switched it on. While he was waiting for the water to heat up, he took in his reflection through the mirror.

He was sweaty and he looked exhausted. The bags forming under his eyes were becoming increasingly noticeable. His arms bulked up a little bit from the endless guitar and piano playing these last few weeks. His eyes traveled down lower. He seemed to be bulking up in size in general. He wasn’t fat by any means, he was just a little round around the edges.

He turned away from the mirror and headed to the shower. He checked the water and stepped in. The hot waterfall was like the best back massage he had ever had. He felt much more relaxed and calm. He let the steam envelope him and clear his pores. He felt much less tense and more loose.

He allowed himself to put his guard down and enjoy himself. He began to hum the melody to Burnin’ Love.

“Lord Almighty. Feel my temperature rising,” he sang softly to himself.

He turned to grab the shower head to adjust it. As he turned, he tripped over his own foot and took a harsh fall to the ground. “SHIT!” The pain that he had been feeling in his back and arms increased tenfold. To make matters worse, the shower rod had fallen right on his face and onto his nose. It wasn’t broken, but it was bleeding heavily. “Damnit! (Y/N)!”

You had been sitting on the bed looking through a magazine detailing Elvis’ latest adventures. Your head perked up at the sound of a crash in the bathroom and a loud profanity from your lover. You hopped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. “Elvis? Are you ok?”

The scene beneath in front of you made your stomach turn. Elvis was sitting in the tub now, the shower rod having fallen on him giving him a bloody nose. His arms and back seemed to have taken the most damage as it looked like it was already swelling.

“Elvis! What happened? Oh dear, you’re very hurt! Uhh… Don’t move, ok?” You handed him a warm rag to hold to his nose while you gathered some more items to help him.

He was compliant. He laid in the tub in pain while he watched his doting partner scramble about the bathroom. It really reminded him of his mom. This is why I love you he thought to himself.

“I think we need to take you to the hospital.” Elvis didn’t like the thought of paramedics entering his home while he was indecent. He also didn’t like the idea of having to travel down stairs, out of the house, into the car and put more pressure on his achy areas.

“Doll, I think it’s ok. I just need to get dressed and sleep it off with some pain killers.”

“But Elvis! What if you’re seriously hurt?”

“Satnin, it’s ok. I just took a tumble is all. Trust me, ok?”

For a second, you looked hesitant to believe him and considered going against his wishes but you didn’t want to stress him out further.

“Ok. What can I do now to help?”

Elvis had finally snapped back to reality and realized the gravity of the situation. He was sopping wet and naked with his legs spread in front of you.

“I suppose we can try and put my clothes on. I wouldn’t worry about drying me off. I just need to get out of here right now.”

You nodded obediently and began rummaging through the clothes on the vanity to look for something light he would wear. You dug a paid off dark grey pajama pants out from the pile and showed him. “Are these ok?”

He nodded back at you. You made your way over to him and helped him out then over his feet. You continued to pull them up until you hit his mid thigh.

While the pants were not form fitting, Elvis had but on a little bit of extra fat and muscle so it was making it impossible to pull them up.

“E? These pants aren’t fitting. Do you want another pair?”

“No, it’s ok. I can squeeze into them.”

You tugged at the waistband of the pants harder and harder trying to fit them over his legs. In the middle of this tug-o-war battle with you and the pants, you had caught a glimpse of his cock.

It was still wet and had some soap suds on it. He wasn’t erect but it still sat large and very thick in between his legs.

You grew up as a modest girl. You were polite to everyone you came across. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Elvis but it never progressed further than light kisses and the occasional hand holding. To you, this seemed very intimate and you were flustered.

“I’m sorry. I know this is uncomfortable for you. But, I have to go over your.. you know.”

Elvis bit back a chuckle from your timidness in attempt to ease the tension. “It’s ok baby. You’re ok.”

You felt more grounded from his reassurance. You pull the pants up further until they’re over his thighs. The waistband catches him roughly. His dick was harshly pressed against his lower abdomen. It almost hurt more than his arms and back.

“(Y/N), baby. S-Stop real quick. You caught me.”

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

Caught him? You thought to yourself. It takes Elvis everything in him to to groan in frustration of the situation.

He contemplated his next choice of action before making a decision.

“Satnin. Listen very carefully. I need you to reach into my pants and push… Little Elvis to the left a little bit. That’s what I meant when I said that you caught me in the waistband. I’m real sorry Darlin’. “

The fire in your stomach somehow got hotter. You’ve never touched Elvis this way, much less, touched a man in general. This made you jumble up into a flurry of all different emotions. Shame, embarrassment, excitement, and… arousal?

You hesitated for a second before slowly sliding your hand down into his pants to readjust him. The palm of your hand grazes the tip of his cock by accident. He lets out a low and guttural groan.

You continue to readjust him into a more comfortable position. At the same time, his cock was beginning to grow hard and heavy. You felt bad about this. You wanted to retreat back to yourself and help in other ways. You look at him to apologize and he was no better. His eyes were shut tightly and his grip on the shower rod was so tight that he knuckles were turning white.

He was trying to stop himself from getting hard and making this more awkward but he was failing miserably. He wanted nothing more than for you to just jerk him off right then and there. He knew about your lack of knowledge in the sex department. He didn’t want to push his limits with you but this was something he couldn’t control.

“I’m so sorry Elvis. I know I didn’t want to make this awkward and i’m doing a terrible job. I’m not hurting you, am I ?”

“N-no. Not at all. It feels good. Really good. You could… keep going? Maybe I would feel a bit better.”

You nod nervously. It wasn’t that you were scared and didn’t want to do it! You were just inexperienced. You didn’t have to first clue on how to please a man and you didn’t want to disappoint Elvis.

You turned your body so you were more facing him. You have him a shy smile and began to pump his cock again.

“God, Satnin. You sure know how to use those hands. Yeah, just like that” He he weakly moved his arms so that his hands were on yours. He slowly pumped your hands up and down the length of his cock applying little bits of pressure when needed.

You could feel your core producing a wetness that pooled in between your legs. You moaned a little from the friction.

“Elvis? If I help you up, can we go back to the bed?”

He smiled softly at you and nodded. “Just don’t kill me, doll.”

You rose from your spot on the floor and dusted of your butt. You stood over the tub where he sat and gripped his outstretched hands. You pulled him up, albeit not easily, and walked him gently over to the bed. You placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and urged him to lay back on it.

“Are you ok? Do you need anything else?”

“I’m ok angel. Are you?”

You smiled and held his head in your hands. You bent over and gave him many small kisses all over his face.

Your kisses grew more passionate every time. Soon, those little kisses turned into a war. Who’s tongue could take over the other ones? Even in a not physically good condition, Elvis still had the upper hand.

He kissed you like it was your last one ever. He gripped that back of your head tightly and didn’t let got. His other hand rubbed it’s way down your face, to your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts. He squeezed one in his big palm and massaged it.

You moaned quietly into the kiss before pushing youself off of him. “We came in here for you! I want to please you.”

You slithered your way down his body until your eyes and mouth were face-to-face with his hard cock. It looked much prettier like this. It stood tall and thick. The tip was a pretty pink and precum was dripping down and onto his balls. Speaking of which, his balls sat heavy on the blankets. They had a satisfying weight in your hands. For a few minutes, you took a closer look at every individual hair, vein, and part of his pelvis until you were satisfied.

You brought your hands to his cock again and began a slow pumping rhythm. Deep sighs and occasionally sharp inhales could be heard from Elvis. His arms lay dormant at his sides and he had his neck and head arched off the bed and looking at the ceiling.

You increased your speed and friction in an attempt to create a stronger reaction. As expected, he was groaning much more loud and whimpering your name here and there. You moved one hand off his cock and down to his balls where you pulled and tugged them.

“Fuck. Baby, spit on it. Get it nice and sloppy”

You obliged. You gathered a little bit of spit and released it onto his cock. You so spread it up and down the length of his cock. It looked even prettier than how it started. Not only was it pretty and big, it was practically glowing in the light.

You jerked him off faster. This resulted in a flurry of swears being released from him.

“Fuck! Just like that. God you’re p-perfect (Y/N).”

You kept doing until he jerked his hips up into the air. His cum shot out the top and coated you in it. Even through his orgasm, you kept the same pace. He spurted all over you. Long ropes of his thick cum coated your hair and face. He let out a loud groan from the bottom of his throat and lied back on the bed breathing heavily.

“You’re so good Satnin. So perfect and good for me.”

You moved so you were laying at his side. You kissed him deeply. “I love you so much Elvis. I’m so glad you were patient with me.”

He smiled sweetly at you. “Absolutely. However, you might want to get cleaned up before you fall asleep here. I’ll be waiting.”

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips playfully and stood up.

“Fine. I’ll be sure to clean up the mess YOU made though.”

You both laughed at your childish remark before he looked at you with serious eyes.

“Just so you know, when I’m feeling better, I’m gonna repay you real nice. Nice and rough.”

#50s elvis #60s elvis #70s elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x reader smut #elvis x reader #elvis x reader smut #x reader #reader insert #x reader smut #reader insert smut #satninroses

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spaceshipsoutthepool · 1 month

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wip Wednesday

not really a wip as such but i havn't done much writing this week sorry. From a string of pearls if i ever continue it.

"You never can be your self…"

Penelope had often wondered what he’d meant. She had always been her self. No amount of undercover work could change who she was at the end of the day. In fact she was certain she hadn’t changed a bit since… well ever.

Your just how you was brought up to be, said the voice in the back of her mind. May be, maybe you’ve never been your self.

Penelope ignored it. Her parent’s had never discouraged her want to serve and she'd never found a mould she didn't already fit regardless. besides it was easier to be underestimated if one's can be misjudged.

"someone’s agent, you even have to hide away from those you love-" Well most people she did care about knew all about her work anyway. what did that matter."

“Every thing alright me lady?"

Penelope looked up. Although Parker was focused on the traffic he did glance back her a second time. "Penny for them, ma'am? h'if you Pardon the pun."

"just rumination , Parker." Penelope sighed. "nothing serious."

Parker excepted this. but his finger drummed on the steering wheel. Penelope waited. then when Parker wasn't forthcoming asked,

"Why, are you having some reservations about tonight's bust (as you called it)?"

"Not so much the case m'lady." Parker sniffed. "but speaking reservations."

There was a pause as he maneuvered Fab One easily through by-pass and around lorries that would make most fellows balk.

"The gentleman on reception this morning M'lady." Parker frowned.

"Yes?'

"Not be crude but he gives me the h'eebie-jeebies. I found him more a bit odd." "Yes that hadn’t escaped my attention. He was watching the room very intensely ." Penelope agreed. "I believe his badge said Grande, but that definitely felt a joke on his part. Especially with his American accent."

"he was paying attention to 'ard to some folks too." Parker nodded.

"do You think he might be in league or have any connection with Branthough? "

"Hm. I dunno if it's his cuppa tea? Brant'ough's I mean. He's more..."

"flash?"

"Flash m'lady." Parker agreed. "all his boy are big lads or tech smart types. this Mr Grande seems bit to small time if you 'hask me." "I believe I was. So not our catch as it were?" "No m'lady. but if he's not a spiv or a wrong 'un in someway, I'll eat me own cap!"

#thunderfam #wip wednesday #thunderbirds

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msweebyness · 24 days

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MiracOlympus- Symbols of Favor

Hey y’all! So, in the MiracOlympus Universe, each of the young deities has a special object, a symbol of themselves that they give to mortals who have earned their blessing, their favor! They glow so people know what they are and are often worn as accessories. Here are the Akuma and Theater deities! I figured I’d let Artzy decide the symbols for the Science and Recess Classes! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Adrien: Eagle Feather

Marinette: Peacock Feather

Alya: Small set of scales (like the scale of justice)

Nino: Party Horn (like a noisemaker)

Kim: Leviathan Scale

Nathaniel: Asphodel Blossom

Mylene: Sunflower Wreath

Sabrina: Pieve of Firewood from Olympus sacred hearth

Rose: Red Rose

Juleka: One of her Arrows

Luka: String from his Lyre

Ivan: Smith’s Hammer

Alix: Wheel from her winged skates

Max: Owl Feather

Ondine: Oyster Pearl

Kagami: Shield

Chloe: Sunstone Brooch

Ayesha: Bluebird Feather

Anthony: White Lily

Jesse: Tragedy Mask

Dot: Historian’s Scroll

Petra: Crafting Scissors

Roxie: Bronze Dagger

Candace: Judge’s Gavel

Brecken: Lion Claw

Eri: Obsidian Key

Aggie: Blindfold

Margo: One of her sunrise colored shawls

Soo-Yeon: Feather from his wings (Falcon)

Parker: Barbell

Staci: Black Veil (she always wears one)

Evie: Metronome

Eloise: Olive Wreath

Anais: Telescope

Missy: Physician’s Staff

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #miracolympus #greek gods au #symbols

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brenpthetoonman · 1 year

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About me

Pronouns: He/him

Birthday: November 28, 1998

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Religion: Atheist

Zodiac sign: ♐

Gender: Male

Height: 5’7

Foot size: 10.5

Favorite animal: Cats, birds, sheep, turtles

Favorite food: Pizza, Chinese food, Mexican food, burgers, fries, mac and cheese, steak, chicken cutlets, swedish meatballs, goulash, pork chops, chicken fettuccine alfredo, waffles, pancakes, cornbread, poached eggs, sushi

Favorite fruit: Strawberries, apples, grapes, cherries, pineapples, kiwis, mangos, melons and bananas

Favorite drink: Coke, chocolate milk, lemonade, apple cider, tea, root beer and hot cocoa.

Favorite brand of cig: I despise cigarettes.

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite band: Queen, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Fleetwood Mac, Oasis, The Beatles, AC/DC, Green Day, Yes, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Metallica, Cheap Trick, The Who, Mother Love Bone, The Animals, Rage Against the Machine, Anthrax, Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, DMX, A Tribe Called Quest, The Beach Boys, The Velvet Underground, blink-182, The Doors, The Allman Brothers Band, Motley Crue.

Favorite cartoon: Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, The Simpsons, Looney Tunes, Tex Avery cartoons, Hilda, Classic Disney shorts, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Popeye, Walter Lantz cartoons, The Amazing World of Gumball, Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi, Batman: TAS, Ed Edd n Eddy, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, OK KO, Powerpuff Girls '98, Samurai Jack, Megas XLR, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Futurama, Wander Over Yonder, King of the Hill, Amphibia, Beavis and Butt-Head, Dan vs, Gargoyles, Freakazoid, The Critic, Invader Zim, Teen Titans, Phineas and Ferb, Mission Hill, Time Squad, DuckTales/Darkwing Duck, Batman Beyond, Rocko's Modern Life, Angry Beavers, Kablam, Tiny Toon Adventures, Home Movies, ATHF, Animaniacs/Pinky and the Brain, Regular Show, Hey Arnold, Bojack Horseman, The Boondocks, The Ghost and Molly McGee, Clerks: TAS, Courage the Cowardly Dog, SWAT Kats, Top Cat, Superman: TAS, Celebrity Deathmatch, Kim Possible, Dave the Barbarian, South Park, Harvey Birdman, The Pink Panther, The Venture Bros.

Favorite movie: Gojira, Into the Spider-verse, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Aladdin '92, Hayao Miyazaki movies, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Batman '89, Ed Wood, Mel Brooks movies, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Big Lebowski, Akira, Quentin Tarantino movies, the classic Universal monster movies, Yellow Submarine, Dead Poet's Society, A Hard Day's Night, Monty Python movies, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Laurel and Hardy movies, Marx Brothers movies, The Book of Life, The LEGO Movie, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Edgar Wright's Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy, Die Hard 1-3, Guardians of the Galaxy, Robocop, Kevin Smith movies, Corpse Bride, Halloween '78, Alfred Hitchcock movies, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, An American Tail, The Simpsons Movie, Willy Wonka, The Crow, The Mask, Suspiria '77, The Monster Squad, Kung Fu Panda 1-3, The Room, David Lynch movies, Wes Craven movies, Coraline, Babe, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Beetlejuice, Dazed and Confused, Inherit the Wind, Office Space, How to Train Your Dragon, Ernest and Celestine, Napoleon Dynamite, Liar Liar, Bruce Almighty, Kubo and the Two-Strings, ParaNorman, Coco, Frankenweenie, School of Rock, The Incredibles, Inside Out.

Favorite game: Banjo-Kazooie, Any Mario game, Animal Crossing, Legend of Zelda, Sonic 1-3, Any Kirby game, Pokemon Stadium 1&2, Spyro, Yooka-Laylee, Crash Bandicoot, Cuphead, the Kingdom Hearts series, The Simpsons: Hit & Run

Influence: Hayao Miyazaki, Wes Anderson, Matt Groening, Mike Judge, Dana Terrace, Tex Avery, Glen Keane, Eric Goldberg, Chuck Jones, Alfred Hitchcock, Edgar Wright, Wes Craven, Stephen Silver, Bruce W. Smith, Alex Hirsch, JG Quintel, Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, Joe Murray, Craig Bartlett, Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust, Matt Braly, John R. Dilworth, Mo Willems, Bob Clamlett, Max Fleischer, Walter Lantz, Don Bluth, Henry Selick, Genndy Tartokovsky, Rob Renzetti, Loren Bouchard, Bill Oakley, Josh Weinstein

Motto: “If you can dream it, do it!”

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onekisstotakewithme · 7 months

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Trick or treat!!

i posted a noir snippet for a different noir au

but of course @blue-ravens and I cooked up a Charles/Donna noir AU quite a few years ago.. and here's the start of it

June, 1947 Boston is stagnant in the sweltering heat, the whole city shrouded in a haze like steam on the bathroom mirror. Parker’s collar is unbuttoned as a ceiling fan rattles in place, wafting waves of hot sticky air in the direction of the tired PI, a hat lowered over her eyes. A knock at the door, and her head shoots up. She can see a hazy outline of a man through the frosted glass of her door, her fingers playing idly with the cord of her dictaphone, as if fondling a string of pearls. “Come.”

The door opens like the dramatic flourish of a curtain to reveal a man, entirely too clean and pressed for the heat, in a neat suit of good quality, his tie purple, and he wears wealth the way he does his suit- comfortably. He stands in her doorway, looking vaguely lost. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he says, his voice polished and brassy as a French horn, and she raises an eyebrow at his accent. “Is your boss in?” “What?” “Detective Parker,” he says patiently. “I have an appointment with the man.” She has to school her face carefully to avoid smirking, because her appointment book is blank aside from a few spare inkblots. And those are scheduled for tomorrow. She can’t resist a genial smile at the lie, removing her hat and setting it overtop the nameplate that will give away her game, resting her elbows on the polished desk. “You’re looking for Parker?” “Did I not just say that?” He’s making every effort to be polite, his hat clutched in his hands. “Will he be back soon do you think?”

#charles x donna #trick or treat asks

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Hi!! Congrats on 10k!!!

Can I get a mini spinach quiche to split with Peter Parker (Tom Holland’s ver), a mermaid!Peter au please?

you are formally invited to ddejavvu's 10K dinner party, now serving hors d'oeuvres

mermaid!peter would be the type to have a collection of seastars for you to put in your hair. don't worry, though, he's very good friends with them! he tells them all about how beautiful they're going to look tucked up into your hair, or affixed to your top, and how they're going to make you oh so happy when you arrange them. he mooches pearls off of all the oysters in the area and strings them up into necklaces for you, and you didn't hear it from me, but he's got a secret kelp forest that he's grown just for you, and you'll be escorted there on your first date

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker headcanon #peter parker headcanons #peter parker au #mermaid!peter #ddejavvu's 10k dinner party !!

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opulusmellicula · 9 months

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“When I’m cold I just put another rope of pearls on.”

– Dorothy Parker.

What a quote. A string of freshwater pearls really did a lot yesterday. A collar of tears that gave me confidence.

The painting used: Abraham del Court and his wife Maria de Kaersgieter by Bartholomeus van der Helst (1654).

#art #artwork #paintings #painting #pearl jam #pearls #pearl #dorothy parker

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lemissingmask · 7 months

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[ID: Sketch in greyscale of Eliot Spencer, although only part of him (the feet, forearms, and part of his legs) can be seen, crouching beside the body of a woman who is lying on her front with her eyes wide open. In Eliot’s left hand he holds a long string of pearls. End ID] Day 25: "Why didn't you save me?"

Pre-Leverage Eliot as he finishes a hit (just to clarify because I accidentally made the woman look a bit like Parker, it is not Parker! That would be too angsty for my brain, unless it was for a con)

Ficlet below the cut

"Why didn't you save me?"

There was accusation in the unseeing gaze of the woman’s corpse.

Eliot heard it, heard the absurd question.

Absurd because the answer was obvious.

His orders required him to do the opposite. He was the one she needed to be saved from, and it was never an option that he should fail this job. Only once had he failed since he turned to the hitter’s life, and he had almost not. He had almost succeeded. He had managed to get the sapphire monkey out of North Korea after escaping the prison in which he had been thrown. He had retrieved it from where he stashed it, he had made it all the way to Japan, but then his body had failed him.

A moment of unconsciousness. No more than an hour.

The precious object disappeared.

Eliot had failed to deliver and he had suffered months of harassment from low rent thugs for it. Nothing to bother him too much, but an irritant, and one that got in the way it his other jobs.

He had no intention of failing again. Especially not on a job as easy as this.

Earn trust and affection, gain private audience with this woman. Take from her a double string of pearls. Kill her. Deliver proof and the pearls to his client.

He crouched beside the still-warm body, feeling the weight of accusation in her fading eyes, and carefully removed the pearls from around her broken neck.

As he stood, his eyes locked once more with hers.

That question rang through his head again.

"Why didn't you save me?"

He slipped the pearls into a padded envelope, tucked it into his jeans pocket and looked once more into those eyes.

"Why didn't you save me?"

"'Cus that’s not what I do," he murmured the response aloud, and turned to leave the room, feeling nothing of the guilt or shame or self-disgust some deeply buried part of him knew he should have.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Day 25: “Why didn't you save me?”#leverage #eliot spencer #cw death #cw murder #masks whump art

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couldntbedamned · 2 years

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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 8

Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he's swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he's running out of time before he's out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a "lack of personal fulfillment and settling down," he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man's profile he'd briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It's not ideal, but if after a year it's not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It's a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It's either going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is of Legal Age, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker

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Chapter 8

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When Stephen left for work on Thursday morning, Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He was exhausted and ready for some down time. Sure, there was the ever-present laundry to do, but he had the house well in-hand. (He was going to have to find some kind of hobby to occupy himself with. Maybe he’d take up something to do with yarn. He could make little sweaters for homeless dogs and cats.)

He had no idea what had gotten into Stephen after Peter had done the yard work, but he’d emerged from his office as soon as Peter stepped out of the shower and proceeded to rail him within an inch of his life, it felt like. It had been a good time and felt amazing, soured only by the fact that Stephen had left the cage on and Peter hadn’t been able to get off. He’d wanted to be angry and argue, but somehow there’d been a heat in him that just settled and made him feel not happy, but as if he were anticipating something.

Stephen kept Peter so busy for so long that Peter hadn’t had time to make the dinner he was planning and he’d had to settle for throwing together a simple tuna casserole.

“You must really like fish,” Stephen had commented as he ate.

“I suppose. It’s a quick meal when there isn’t time to prepare beforehand.” The barb at Stephen throwing his schedule off had been subtle, but there.

“I figured I might as well make use of what’s mine before I go into surgery tomorrow,” Stephen had said. “By all means, prepare to your heart’s content tomorrow.”

…what’s mine…

Peter was property, at the end of the day.

As he worked on the laundry and started to hang up Stephen’s button-down shirts, he realized he couldn’t put it off any longer.

He felt some trepidation as he knocked on the door of the house to the right.

Hopefully there was someone living there who knew what to do and could teach him.

The woman who answered the door was beautiful, with brown skin, kind light green eyes, and shiny black hair styled into a fashionable bob of soft curls thanks to what Peter knew was an adept hand with hot rollers. She wore a pretty blue and white seersucker dress and white Mary Jane’s. Around her neck was a string of pearls and pearl studs adorned her ears.

“Hello,” she said, smiling prettily at him. “You’re the doctor’s new husband, aren’t you?”

“Hi! Yeah, that’s me! I’m Peter. Strange, I mean. I mean I used to be Parker. Peter Parker, but now I’m Strange. I me-”

“Peter, right? It’s okay! Just relax.” She smiled wider. “I’m Ava Starr. It’s so nice to meet you. Apparently you’re all the rage among the local ladies here.”

“I am?” Peter asked, puzzled. “Oh, and it’s nice to meet you, too!"

She laughed, but it wasn’t at him. “Peter, according to Mrs. Kaplan at the end of the block, you had a whole group of women in a state with the show you were putting on.”

“What? What show?”

Ava giggled and rolled her eyes. “The yard work. They were very entertained. Don’t worry too much; they have nothing better to do with their time.”

“I wasn’t, I didn’t-”

“Don’t take it seriously,” Ava insisted, still giggling. “They’re chronically bored and always looking for a thrill.”

Peter nodded, feeling a little out of sorts. He knew he wasn’t much to look at; they had to have been bored, just like Ava said. He was just trying to mow and weed!

“My wife and I had a good laugh at their foolishness over dinner when she got home from work. I’m sure you’ll meet her eventually. Her name is Clea and she’s the local pharmacist.”

“I’d like to meet her,” Peter told her eagerly. “Pharma is so fascinating!”

“Oh, are you a scientist?” she asked.

“Kind of, I guess,” he said. “I was going to be.” He shrugged. “Now I’m married and the closest I think I’ll get to it is cooking and baking.”

“Would you like to come in for tea and cookies?”

“I’d love to, but I actually have more laundry to do. That’s actually why I came over, because I need to iron Stephen’s shirts but I have no idea how to do it and I don’t want to mess it up and I was hoping you or someone might know how and could teach me…” he trailed off, realizing he was rambling.

Where he’d expected disdain, he only saw understanding in Ava’s gaze. “I do know how and I’ll be happy to teach you. May I come over?”

“Thank you!” Peter exclaimed, feeling as if a huge weight were lifted. He’d been so nervous! “And yes, you’re so welcome to come over!”

After a trip to the local five and dime to buy the starch mix that was apparently preferred by the previous housekeeper - the container had been empty - Ava and Peter returned to the sleepy little block. He brought down one of Stephen’s shirts so Ava could judge the amount of starch required and then carefully mixed up the starch solution in the spray bottle while Ava set up the ironing board. She showed him how to heat the iron, familiar with the Stark product and cautioned him about leaving it unattended.

“Now, you’ll need to make sure that the shirt is made of woven material, linen or cotton. The good doctor seems to prefer quality, so I doubt that will be an issue for you.”

Peter was talked through positioning the first shirt, starching it, and finally starting to place iron to fabric. Ava guided him through the collar, the sleeves, and the body. “The best way to avoid scorching is to keep the iron moving. Don’t ever let it just sit, understand?”

When he finished the first shirt, he beamed, full of pride. He’d done it!

“Now you hang it and let the garment fully dry before storing it in a closet. It needs good airflow.”

She talked him through a second shirt, and then a third. By the fifth shirt, he was sure he had it.

“Shall we try slacks?” Ava asked.

Peter nodded eagerly and the process repeated.

Clothes ironed and put away, Peter and Ava enjoyed tea, cookies, and the latest episode of a radio show that Ava caught him up on. Near five o’clock, Ava returned home to start preparing dinner and Peter started to do the same.

As he cooked, he was all but beaming, happy to have finally made a friend in his new life.

Stephen came home to the smell of something heavenly. He went upstairs to change into more casual clothes and came down to the dining room where Peter was setting the table.

Seeing that roasted chicken, broccolini, and seasoned red potatoes were on the menu, he went to the small wine fridge in the kitchen and chose a bottle accordingly. As he poured a glass for himself, he noticed the gloves on the breakfast table.

A pair of lacy white gloves, certainly not his or Peter’s, just laying there on the table where he ate his breakfast.

He frowned and sipped his wine, strolling to the dining room.

Peter had some explaining to do.

“How was your day?”

Peter looked up from his meal in surprise. “It was good,” he said.

“Did anything exciting happen?” Stephen asked.

Peter watched him drink his wine. Call it a sixth sense, but something about the question just seemed off.

“Like what?”

“Like bringing some unknown woman into my house?” Stephen snorted. “Not even a week we’re married and you’re sneaking around.”

“I wasn’t, I didn’t… Stephen, what?” Peter was flabbergasted. Where was this coming from?

“Whoever she was, she left her gloves here, so you’ve a bit more to learn about keeping a low profile.” His eyes, coldly blue, narrowed. “When I said I’d never stoop so low as to cheat on my husband, I rather thought it was implied the same would be expected of you.”

“I didn’t cheat!” Peter cried. “Yes, I had a guest over, kind of, but we didn’t do anything! Just let me explain, please!”

“Finish your meal, clean up, and go to bed,” Stephen said as if he hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “I’ll deal with you in the morning.”

Peter was already asleep when Stephen went up to bed. That was fine; he could barely stand to look at Peter, let alone touch him. He’d gone into work, during what was supposed to be his vacation (and no, it didn’t matter that he hadn’t wanted a vacation in the first place), and come back to find that his husband had been fraternizing with some random woman in his absence. He knew that Peter was about as happy with this whole marriage thing as he himself was, but starting an affair in under a week? It was beyond disrespectful.

Friday morning Stephen woke to the smell of breakfast cooking and bread baking. He snorted. As if breakfast was enough to soothe his irritation.

“It’s late,” he said when Peter brought his plate over at 7:03.

“I had to get the dough to a warm spot to rise,” Peter said, topping off Stephen’s coffee.

“Perhaps if you weren’t slinking around with a random woman you’d have time to plan better,” Stephen mused. “What are you doing today?”

Peter took a steadying breath, as if to keep hold of his temper, as if he were the wronged party! “Dusting and vacuuming, to start with. Then I was going to go for a run, then come back and get a start on dinner.”

Going for a run? A likely story.

“A run?” He questioned skeptically.

“I am supposed to exercise twice a week,” Peter reminded him. “I’m not one for lifting weights or jazzercise.”

For a moment, Stephen seriously considered finishing out the basement just so he could buy one of those newfangled treadmills Stark sold so Peter wouldn’t have to leave to run, so he couldn’t be ogled by every person passing by… then he shook his head.

“Very well. I expect dinner to be on time.”

Peter nodded, still obviously biting his tongue. “It will be.”

Peter finished his breakfast - now cold, since it was hard to eat and stay present enough to guard himself from Stephen’s unreasonable ire.

Him. Cheating? Honestly! Had there been fumes in the OR that had addled Stephen’s brain?

What the hell was Peter even supposed to do? It wasn’t as though he could fuck anyone, thanks to Stephen’s insistence on the damned cage. He patted his groin absentmindedly. (He hated that he was getting used to it.)

And even if Peter were the type to have an affair, he wouldn’t be dumb enough to conduct it in his own hom- in the building he lived in. And with someone who was also married? It was ridiculous.

He cleaned the kitchen, sorted everything in the dishwasher, and went to gather his cleaning supplies.

Cleaning was simple, he thought. He’d just slide into his role as a dutiful little house-husband and not worry about how absurd his husband was behaving.

While he dusted in the front room, he noticed the speaker built into the wall just to the side of the door. He had no idea how he’d missed it before, other than someone had painstakingly wallpapered it, cutting out where the gaps in the grills were and ensuring the speaker didn’t stand out against the wall and he hadn’t had to wipe the walls down in his previous cleaning. Curious, he checked the dining room and sure enough, there was another speaker, wallpapered the same way.

It seemed like a ridiculous waste of effort. Who cared that much about hiding a speaker system? He’d have to see if linked up with the Pym Co. media unit in Stephen’s den. If it did, Peter’s time doing chores would be much less boring once Stephen was finally back at work.

House cleaned - and really, it didn’t take too long, even with the vacuuming and wiping down the walls, Peter changed his clothes and pulled on his running shoes.

When he came back downstairs, Stephen was by the door, waiting for him. “There’s a park just outside of the gates to the addition,” he said. “The running trail for the park is supposed to be good. I think one circuit equals a mile.”

“Thank you,” Peter said, a little taken aback.

“Do you have your mobile?”

Peter held up his shirt to show off the old running belt fastened around his waist. It was one of the few things from his old life he’d been able to keep. “Yep.”

Peter left, walking to the park, happy to be out of the house that in less than a day, had become stifling and inhospitable.

He took his time stretching, thinking over the past week and just how much his life had irrevocably changed. After studying the map on the sign by the start of the trail for this section of the park, he started running.

He couldn’t run from this new life of his, but he could at least, for an hour or two, run from his thoughts.

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#couldntbedamned fic #spiderstrange #spideystrange #peter parker x stephen strange #stephen strange x peter parker #1950s modern fusion au #1950s au #read the fucking tags #no seriously read them

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bensdesignerhut · 1 year

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Western Beauty

Western wear is a category of men's and women's clothing which derives its unique style from the clothes worn in the 19th century Wild West. It ranges from accurate historical reproductions of American frontier clothing, to the stylized garments popularized by Western film and television or singing cowboys such as Gene Autry and Roy Rogers in the 1940s and 1950s. It continues to be a fashion choice in the West and Southwestern United States, as well as people associated with country music or Western lifestyles, for example the various Western or Regional Mexican music styles. Western wear typically incorporates one or more of the following, Western shirts with pearl snap fasteners and vaquero design accents, blue jeans, cowboy hat, a leather belt, and cowboy boots.

Hat

Lawman Bat Masterson wearing a bowler hat. In the early days of the Old West, it was the bowler hat rather than the slouch hat, centercrease (derived from the army regulation Hardee hat), or sombrero that was the most popular among cowboys as it was less likely to blow out off in the wind.The hats worn by Mexican rancheros and vaqueros inspired the modern day cowboy hats.By the 1870s, however, the Stetson had become the most popular cowboy hat due to its use by the Union Cavalry as an alternative to the regulation blue kepi.

Stampede strings were installed to prevent the hat from being blown off when riding at speed. These long strings were usually made from leather or horsehair. Typically, the string was run half-way around the crown of a cowboy hat, and then through a hole on each side with its ends knotted and then secured under the chin or around the back of the head keeping the hat in place in windy conditions or when riding a horse.

The tall white ten gallon hats traditionally worn by movie cowboys were of little use for the historical gunslinger as they made him an easy target, hence the preference of lawmen like Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson for low-crowned black hats.

Originally part of the traditional Plains Indian clothing, coonskin caps were frequently worn by mountain men like Davy Crockett for their warmth and durability. These were revived in the 1950s following the release of a popular Disney movie starring Fess Parker.

Shirt

1950s style Western shirt with snap fastenings of the type popularized by singing cowboys A Western shirt is a traditional item of Western wear characterized by a stylized yoke on the front and on the back. It is generally constructed of chambray, denim or tartan fabric with long sleeves, and in modern form is sometimes seen with snap pockets, patches made from bandana fabric, and fringe. The "Wild West" era was during the late Victorian era, hence the direct similarity of fashion.

A Western dress shirt is often elaborately decorated with piping, embroidered roses and a contrasting yoke. In the 1950s these were frequently worn by movie cowboys like Roy Rogers or Clayton Moore's Lone Ranger. Derived from the elaborate Mexican vaquero costumes like the guayabera, these were worn at rodeos so the cowboy could be easily identifiable. Buffalo Bill was known to wear them with a buckskin fringe jacket during his Wild West shows and they were fashionable for teenagers in the 1970s and late 2000s.

Another common type of Western shirt is the shield-front shirt worn by many US Cavalry troopers during the American Civil War but originally derived from a red shirt issued to prewar firefighters. The cavalry shirt was made of blue wool with yellow piping and brass buttons and was invented by the flamboyant George Armstrong Custer. In recent times this shield-front shirt was popularised by John Wayne in Fort Apache and was also worn by rockabilly musicians like the Stray Cats.

In 1946, Papa Jack Wilde put snap buttons on the front, and pocket flaps on the Western shirt, and established Rockmount Ranch Wear.

Coat When a jacket is required there is a wide choice available for both linedancers and historical re-enactors. Cowboy coats originated from charro suits and were passed down to the vaqueros who later introduced it to the american cowboys. These include frock coats, ponchos popularised by Clint Eastwood's Spaghetti Westerns, short Mexican jackets with silver embroidery, fringe jackets popular among outlaw country, southern rock and 1980s heavy metal bands, and duster coats derived from originals worn in the Wild West. More modern interpretations include leather waistcoats inspired by the biker subculture and jackets with a design imitating the piebald color of a cow. Women may wear bolero jackets derived from the Civil War era zouave uniforms, shawls, denim jackets in a color matching their skirt or dress, or a fringe jacket like Annie Oakley.

For more formal occasions inhabitants of the West might opt for a suit with "smile" pockets, piping and a yoke similar to that on the Western shirts. This can take the form of an Ike jacket, leisure suit or three-button sportcoat. Country and Western singer Johnny Cash was known to wear an all-black Western suit, in contrast to the elaborate Nudie suits worn by stars like Elvis Presley and Porter Wagoner.The most elaborate western wear is the custom work created by rodeo tailors such as Nudie Cohn and Manuel, which is characterized by elaborate embroidery and rhinestone decoration. This type of western wear, popularized by country music performers, is the origin of the phrase rhinestone cowboy.

Trousers

Cowboy wearing leather chaps at a rodeo

A Texas tuxedo comprising a denim jacket, boots and jeans. In the early days of the Wild West trousers were made out of wool. In summer canvas was sometimes used. This changed during the Gold Rush of the 1840s when denim overalls became popular among miners for their cheapness and breathability. Levi Strauss improved the design by adding copper rivets and by the 1870s this design was adopted by ranchers and cowboys. The original Levi's jeans were soon followed by other makers including Wrangler jeans and Lee Cooper. These were frequently accessorised with kippy belts featuring metal conchos and large belt buckles.

Leather chaps were often worn to protect the cowboy's legs from cactus spines and prevent the fabric from wearing out.Two common types include the skintight shotgun chaps and wide batwing chaps. The latter were sometimes made from hides retaining their hair (known as "woolies") rather than tanned leather. They appeared on the Great Plains somewhere around 1887.

Women wore knee-length prairie skirts,red or blue gingham dresses or suede fringed skirts derived from Native American dress. Saloon girls wore short red dresses with corsets, garter belts and stockings.After World War II, many women, returning to the home after working in the fields or factories while the men were overseas, began to wear jeans like the men.

Neckwear

Working cowboy wearing a bandana or "wild rag," 1880s During the Victorian era, gentlemen would wear silk cravats or neckties to add color to their otherwise sober black or grey attire. These continued to be worn by respectable Westerners until the early 20th century. Following the Civil War it became common practice among working class veterans to loosely tie a bandana around their necks to absorb sweat and keep the dust out of their faces. This practise originated in the Mexican War era regular army when troops threw away the hated leather stocks (a type of collar issued to soldiers) and replaced them with cheap paisley kerchiefs.

Another well-known Western accessory, the bolo tie, was a pioneer invention reputedly made from an expensive hatband. This was a favorite for gamblers and was quickly adopted by Mexican charros, together with the slim "Kentucky" style bowtie commonly seen on stereotypical Southern gentlemen like Colonel Sandersor Boss Hogg. In modern times it serves as formal wear in many western states, notably Montana, New Mexico

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Little Homeworld Life chapter 12: Samhain Night (originally posted on October 31, 2022)

AN: Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this our town of Samhain Night. Wait, that can't be right! Well, that's the point! Since according to the Crewniverse, holidays as we know them like Halloween and Christmas don't exist in Steven Universe, I might as well produce my own versions of them that are basically the same. Anyways, let's gather 'round, pull up a chair, share some candy and start exchanging some spooky parody stories in the vein of the earliest Treehouse of Horror specials from The Simpsons. Now please be warned that some of these can get pretty dark, so viewer discretion is advised. Okay? Okay. Now then, let the Samhain Night horror begin!

Synopsis: The Gems share spooky stories and candy on Samhain Night.

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl, Yellow Pearl, Blue Pearl, Volleyball

Shelby Rabara as Peridot, Squaridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis, Laz, Zuli

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Navy

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Aparna Nancherla as Nephrite

Gal Gadot as Desert Glass

Maddie Ziegler as Serpentine

Courtenary Taylor as Beryl

Willa Holland as Albite

Hayley Kiyoko as Morganite

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Reagan Gomez-Preston as Jenny, Kiki

Brian Posehn as Sour Cream

Lamar Abrams as Buck Dewey

Susan Egan as Rose Quartz

Jackie Buscarino as Vidalia

Featuring Sarah Jessica Parker as Dumortierite

Cavetown as Diaspore

Bruce Campbell as Lord Ashton

Sam Raimi as Henry the Crimson

With Jonathan Majors as Father Black

And Alex Brightman as Zapupu/Onion

"OMG, Jasper, I love your costume!" White Topaz squealed as she gawked at Jasper's purple bodysuit and white cape with shoulder pads, topped off with a matching turban that had a dark purple dome at the top. "I think it really fits you!"

"Thanks, Peridot helped me make it." Jasper replied as she looked at White Topaz's red bodysuit with crab-like claws and a large scorpion tail at the back. "How did you get the scorpion tail, honey?"

"Had to get a little help putting this together." White Topaz answered. "Look, I can even make it move!" She pulled on a string to make it pivot up and down.

Tonight was Samhain Night, the spookiest time of the year when people and Gems alike dress up in costumes and travel around to collect candy. The citizens of Little Homeworld were no different in getting into the Samhain spirit as they threw a big party to celebrate the occasion.

"So then I said, "OBJECTION!", and the guy just responded by taking a sip of coffee before giving his rebuttal!" Teal Zircon, who had her hair slicked back and a blue suit with a golden pin on her chest, said to Desert Glass, who was dressed as a chainsaw-wielding cheerleader with a plastic head hanging from her waist.

"How's my phone booth coming along?" Serpentine asked Nephrite and Albite. Serpentine was wearing a brown pinstripe suit and carried around a strange torch-like device in her hand. Nephrite was dressed in standard pilot gear with a duck bill over her lips, and Albite had on a straw hat, a red vest, jean shorts, and sandals. The two of them were constructing a navy-blue phone box for Serpentine to complete her costume with.

"Coming along quite nicely, Serpentine." Nephrite answered while putting the finishing touches. "It may not be bigger on the inside like you wanted, but I think we did our best regardless."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's take a picture!" Albite declared as she pulled out a camera to snap photos of Serpentine posing with the box.

"Check it out, Demantoid; we're matching!" Beryl cheered as she compared his colorful shooting star sweater to Demantoid's pine tree cap and puffy vest. "Isn't that cool?!"

"I fail to see how we match." Demantoid replied bluntly as Pyrope towered beside her in a red biker jacket, black leggings with white boots, orange gloves with a metal bracelet, and her hair in a much shorter style. Just then, the Warp Pad started humming, and the Crystal Gems disembarked with their own costumes.

"Good evening, everyone!" Pearl greeted her students while dressed as an Amazon warrior in red and blue armor. "Is everyone having fun on Samhain Night?"

"I don't get it!" Black Rutile, dressed in a green cape over a metal suit of armor, declared. "What's the point of all the pumpkin carving and candy anyways? And don't give me any garbage excuses about how it brings us all together or something!"

"From what I've heard, this is supposed to be the end of the harvest season." Holly Blue replied while carving a pumpkin in a drill sergeant's uniform. "Hey, anyone seen Cat anywhere?"

"Last I checked, she was on the prowl for something." Aquamarine, who was wearing a strapless white dress and a matching bolero over it while her hair was styled into an off-center ponytail, responded. Just then, Cat's Eye leaped to the ground while dressed in a skin-tight catsuit with a hood with tiny cat ears attached to it.

"Oh, did someone call for me?" Cat's Eye asked while reaching into the pockets of her suit and grabbing some chocolates to eat. "I was just hunting for some candy, no big."

"Hey, speaking of candy, we got tons of it to share with everyone!" Amethyst exclaimed as she dumped out a giant pile of candy from a bag she kept in her gem, tucked away beneath her red and blue spiderweb-patterned suit. "And in addition, who wants to start telling spooky stories?!"

"Ooh, me, me!" various Gems began cheering as they asked to share their own stories for the night.

"Okay, one at a time, everyone." The fortune teller-dressed Garnet laughed warmly. "Now then, who wants to go first?"

"Hey, I got a story I'm sure no one has ever heard before!" Amethyst proclaimed. "Anyone want to know how I first joined the Crystal Gems?"

"We all know that, Amethyst." Bismuth replied, dressed in a flashy red and yellow costume with an X belt and red boots. "Rose found you in a Kindergarten one day and took you in, easy as that."

"You're right, Bismuth, but I'm not sure if we know the whole story." Lapis, wearing a blue top, brown skirt, black leggings, and brown fur-lined boots with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, pointed out as they gathered around the pile of candy.

"Yes, please tell us!" Peridot agreed as she sat down in her ratty tan-colored robes and pointy eyes hanging off her hair.

Extraterrestrials

Many years ago, long after the Rebellion had ended and Homeworld abandoned Earth, the Crystal Gems were left to defend Earth's inhabitants with their former brethren now forced off the planet. However, there was still the problem of their fellow rebels being converted into mutated beasts by the Diamonds' last strike upon the Crystal Gems. Since then, they dedicated themselves to containing the corrupted Gems and hoping they could find a way to save their friends from their fate.

One day, Rose Quartz ventured into a Kindergarten in search of any corrupted Gems to subdue. With the Rebellion over, the canyon was deathly quiet, almost like a graveyard or something. "Okay, Rose, just gotta get in, find some corrupted Gems, and get out." She said to herself. "Easy as that, right?"

Unfortunately for Rose, her mission wouldn't be so easy. Something let out a feral snarl that made Rose flinch in surprise before she dashed towards a hole in the canyon's walls to hide in. Just then, a corrupted Gem with a strange skeletal, biomechanical body, a blade-tipped tail, and an elongated head stalked through the Kindergarten in search of someone to make its prey. The Gem was bronze-colored and had a diaspore embedded in its forehead, indicating to Rose who the monster once was.

"Wait, is that Diaspore?" Rose gasped quietly upon recognizing the corrupted Gem outside. "Oh, that poor thing. She must be so scared and confused." Before Rose could go out and confront her former subordinate, she felt something tugging on the bottom of her dress, and she looked down to discover a little purple Gem trying to keep her from leaving. "Oh, hello, little Amethyst. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to save you!" Amethyst whispered. "That thing has been going around snatching up Gems that came out late like me and eating them! And I think I might be next, so don't give me away!"

"Came out late?" Rose asked. "Did you not emerge on time like all the other Amethysts made here?"

"Yeah, I think there might've been a war I missed out on, or something." Amethyst replied. "Ever since I came out, I've just been hanging out here by myself, playing with all the rocks I can find until that thing showed up."

"You poor thing!" Rose cried as she scooped Amethyst up in her fair-skinned arms and hugged her tightly. "You must've been so lonely all this time! Don't you worry, I have some friends who will welcome you when I bring you home."

"You really mean it?" Amethyst asked innocently.

"I most certainly do." Rose giggled as she tapped Amethyst's little nose before flinging the tiny purple Gem on her back. "Come on, let's get out of here before Diaspore finds us."

"Is that what it's called?" Amethyst asked as Rose began checking for the Gem she once knew as Diaspore to leave. "I've just been calling it the alien."

"That's a funny name." Rose chuckled at the nickname as Diaspore slowly crept away, giving the two Gems enough time to leave the hole and begin returning to the Warp Pad. "This is called a Warp Pad, Amethyst. Gems can use it to get anywhere in an instant."

"You mean anywhere, anywhere?" Amethyst asked as she admired the Warp Pad before her. "Even to the further corners of the universe?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot someday." Rose said when she looked up to discover the Gem monster looming over them. "Uh, Amethyst!"

"What, something on my face?" Amethyst asked before she looked up to discover Diaspore as well. "Aw farts, it got us." Diaspore then let out a feral roar as it snatched up Amethyst and prepared to rip out her gem with its claws. Rose wouldn't stand for an innocent Gem having her life end so soon, so she retaliated by tossing her shield at Diaspore, knocking it out, and making it drop Amethyst into her arms.

"This site isn't safe; we need to run!" Rose yelled as she ran off with Amethyst in her arms. "Are you okay?"

"Only mildly traumatized, if that's what you're asking." Amethyst replied casually, even though she was nearly Diaspore's dinner. "Where are we gonna go now?"

"Any place far away from that thing!" Rose yelled in fright as the corrupted Gem formerly known as Diaspore got back up and charged at her and Amethyst. "By the way, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Rose Quartz."

"Nice to meet you." Amethyst greeted Rose. "Anyways, keep running!" And run they did. Rose and Amethyst seemed to have covered the entire Kindergarten to try and escape from Diaspore, but unfortunately, the corrupted Gem seemed to follow them no matter what they did. All the while, the two were followed by this mysterious figure with stringy hair and a blue kimono that seemed to do nothing to stop either party.

"That thing is relentless." Rose panted as she and Amethyst found one last safe place to hide from Diaspore. "I don't think we can keep running for long. It seems we have no other choice but to fight it."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Amethyst said while raising her fists, eager to fight Diaspore before Rose put them down.

"No, Amethyst, it's too dangerous for you to go out there." Rose objected in a stern yet motherly fashion. "You already told me how it's hungry for defective Gems, and I'm not ready to let someone die so disgracefully!"

"But I can still help! Just let me out, and I'll give 'em what for!" Amethyst responded desperately, but Rose didn't answer before she marched out to face Diaspore. "Wait!"

"Diaspore, I know you're in there!" Rose called out to her former soldier. "It's me, Rose Quartz! I'm sorry that I couldn't save you, but I didn't have enough time to gather everyone up! If you'd please stand down and let me talk, I'm sure we can make amends."

"Roooose." Diaspore snarled hatefully at Rose. "ROOOOSE!" Filled with anger at being left behind by her fearless leader, Diaspore pounced on her and let out a feral shriek, revealing a pharyngeal jaw inside her mouth to threaten her with.

"Rose, look out!" Amethyst cried from afar as Diaspore prepared to tear Rose's gem from her belly and turn it into its snack. Though Rose ordered Amethyst to stay put out of concern for her safety, Amethyst refused to watch while this beast killed the Gem who had treated her like a daughter. Reaching for her own gem, Amethyst suddenly pulled out a whip and gazed in awe at her weapon before rushing into battle. "Hey!"

"Hm?" Diaspore muttered as she confusedly looked at Amethyst. Rose gasped in alarm as she discovered Amethyst deliberately disobeying her commands to save someone she barely knew.

"Get away from her, you bitch!" Amethyst screamed angrily as she tried to throw her whip at Diaspore's neck and strangle her with it.

"Amethyst, what are you doing?" Rose asked as she took the opportunity to escape from Diaspore's grasp by rolling away from her.

"Saving you, that's what!" Amethyst replied as she wrapped her whip even tighter around Diaspore's neck. "You did the same to me!" With a final shriek, Diaspore poofed in a cloud of smoke from being strangled by Amethyst, leaving only her gem to be collected by Rose. "You're welcome."

"Oh, Amethyst, I can't thank you enough for saving me from her." Rose sighed in relief before sending Diaspore's gem away. "I think Garnet and Pearl would love having you around. You still want me to take you away from here?"

"Sure, I'd like that." Amethyst blushed at the offer before Rose took her tiny, purple hand and walked her back to the Warp Pad. And the rest, as they would say, was history.

"And that was the story of how I met Rose!" Amethyst concluded her tale. "I felt like telling this story to show everyone that despite all the messed up and shady stuff she did, Rose still cared for others."

"Hey guys, what are you talking about?" a bronze-colored Gem wearing glasses and dressed in a white lab coat with a light blue undershirt and brown pants asked as she walked over to join everyone gathered around the candy pile, much to everyone's surprise.

"Oh, hey Diaspore, I was just talking about how I first met Rose." Amethyst said. "No hard feelings about being choked out?"

"Water under the bridge!" Diaspore chuckled before she looked around at the Gems staring at her in surprise. "What?"

"Were you always there and we just never noticed you until now?" Laz asked. She was wearing a blue coat with white fur lining, a darker colored shawl, and a matching Cossack hat to top it off, making her contrast Zuli's costume of a soft purple tank top with a blue swirl on her chest, a khaki skirt and hiking boots, and purple legwarmers over the boots.

"Why did you choose now to show up?" Zuli added just as quizzically.

"Well, I found the story to be quite adorable." Pyrope stated.

"Am I the only one not impressed with that story?" Black Rutile complained with a lollipop in her mouth. "It just sounds like you ripped off a movie or something. And what about that girl with the long hair?"

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Emerald added, just as confused. She wore a blue bodysuit with yellow and white body armor over her torso.

"Strange, I don't think I remember that part." Amethyst pondered as she felt a sudden chill up her spine, followed by the figure from her story looming behind her. When Amethyst turned around, however, the figure had vanished. "Uh, why don't we have someone else share a story?"

"I'll go!" Pearl exclaimed. "Now, to set the scene, if I had to describe my tale in one word, it would be 'groovy'."

Pearl of Darkness

"I'm being serious here; you need these refrigerators!" Jasper yelled at a departing customer of S-Hop as they were leaving. "Ugh, another one lost." She groaned. "Pearl!"

"Yes, Miss Jasper?" S-Hop salesclerk Pearl Williams asked her superior before she was tossed the keys to the store.

"You're locking up tonight, Pearl." Jasper said while putting on a jacket and preparing to leave. "And one more thing, don't go near the books section. I hear it might be haunted. Some stock we got recently might be the cause of that."

"Oh, I'm sure it's all just superstitious nonsense, Jasper." Pearl laughed smugly. "In fact, I'll go check on my way out to prove you wrong!"

"Well, don't come crying to me if you suddenly disappear or become surrounded by monsters." Jasper responded. "Have a good night!"

Pearl Williams lived a simple life as a blue-collar employee of S-Hop devoted to doing her job perfectly. She did everything her bosses told her to the letter and always carried an air of stoic professionalism as well. However, it was this night when she decided to inspect the store's books section that would change everything.

"Hmph, haunted book, I'll show them." Pearl arrogantly scoffed to herself as she marched over to check out the mysterious stock haunting the store. But if she would have to contend with supernatural forces, Pearl armed herself with a twelve-gauge double-barreled shotgun from the weapons department. As she slowly inspected each of the books, Pearl thought she had seen a ghost of some kind with long, stringy hair lurking about. But it suddenly disappeared before she could get any answers about who the spirit was. "Oh, you're just seeing things, Pearl."

Finally, Pearl walked over to the horror section of the books and found exactly what was causing these rumors. Looking through each of the horror novels, she discovered one of them that stood out as one she recognized a little too much.

"No, the Necronomicon?!" she gasped as she began getting flashbacks. She remembered how the mysterious book of the dead once hijacked a trip she took with some friends to the mountains as a teenager, and how she had to chop off her hand with a chainsaw to keep herself from getting possessed by the demons the book unleashed. "I thought I destroyed this thing ages ago! How did it wind up here?"

"Why don't you read it and find out?" a strange voice whispered beckoningly to Pearl before the Necronomicon opened by itself and found an incantation for its holder to read.

"Uh, Tar-tra Kanda-Estra, Hudsucker Proxy – Kanda?" Pearl read the incantation confusedly. After a few seconds of dead silence convinced Pearl that this might be a trick, a rift suddenly opened in front of her and began sucking her in. "Okay, I was wrong; this place is haunted!" Pearl cried as she tried to save herself. "Someone save me!" Unfortunately for Pearl, no one could help her escape from wherever, or rather whenever, she would be flung to by the Necronomicon, which was sucked in with her.

Moments later, Pearl woke up to a blue sky and a bright sun above her, relieving her that she wasn't sent to the bowels of hell by her curiosity. But what really baffled her were the men on horseback surrounding her. "Um, hello there, sirs. Could you tell me where I am? The last thing I remember was reading from that scary book and landing here."

"Where are you, lass?" one of the men said as a priest confiscated Pearl's weapons. "Welcome to the 14th century! And you might be the hero prophesized to save us from the forces of darkness!"

"Hero? I think you got it all wrong. I'm just an average blue-collar working girl trapped in the past." Pearl said as she was carried away by the horse riders and got an explanation of what she had just heard.

"You see, milady, legend has it that an everyday hero shall fall from the heavens and use the most unorthodox weapons to fight back against the beasts known as the Skeletites and save our land from the evil armies of darkness." The lead horseman explained to Pearl as they got closer to a large castle in the distance. "Perhaps in exchange for your services, our lord Ashton shall lend his assistance in bringing you back to your realm."

"Oh, I would find that most divine, sir!" Pearl exclaimed in delight while she was let off the horse and shown to the castle, where a king with shaggy black hair and a missing hand not unlike Pearl's own awaited her. "Hello there, sir, my name is Pearl," Pearl introduced herself with a curtsy. "And I have been brought here from afar to help your kingdom stop the Skeletite threat."

"About time too!" Lord Ashton exclaimed in relief. "We were in the middle of a war with Henry the Crimson when these creatures suddenly appeared and killed almost everyone! Coincidentally, they appeared around the same time you might've shown up."

"Speaking of which, I was brought here by a book called the Necronomicon, and I think it came with me, but now I can't seem to find it." Pearl explained, causing the king to contemplate her statement for a bit.

"Well, if you need to find this Necronomicon, I suggest you go look for the graveyard in the haunted forest." Lord Ashton revealed. "Once you find the book, speak the phrase Klaatu Barada Nikto to open a way back to your time. Got it? Good." He snapped his fingers, allowing Pearl to regain her chainsaw and shotgun. "In the meantime, we should be expecting some Skeletites coming to raid our castle by sundown, so best be armed. And also, we already had someone prepare you something to replace your hand with."

A blacksmith entered the scene with a mechanical prosthetic hand for Pearl to equip, and she was pleased to have two working hands again. "Groovy."

For the remainder of Pearl's stay in the 14th century, she spent her days fighting off the malicious Skeletites and researching ways to find a way home to the 21st century. Eventually, she would learn where the graveyard where the Necronomicon, and thus her ticket out of Lord Ashton's kingdom, was located. It was in the far reaches of the land where no soul dared to tread, but Pearl took that as a challenge and set out for the graveyard.

As Pearl trudged through the graveyard, she once again felt like something was watching her. Perhaps the same stringy-haired girl that haunted her back in S-Hop. Once again, however, the girl disappeared once Pearl turned around.

"I swear, Pearl, you must be seeing things again." Pearl murmured to herself as she continued her quest. "Guess that's what happens when you're stuck in the past for what feels like ages now." Just then, she heard something rustling in the woods surrounding her. "Who's there? Come on out!" she yelled while raising her sawed-off shotgun. "This is my boomstick, and I know how to use it!"

As if accepting Pearl's challenge, a large Skeletite emerged from the trees and let out a nasty roar. True to their name, the Skeletites were large, skeletal-like creatures resembling the fossils of prehistoric animals, and the one Pearl faced wouldn't look out of place in a pack of woolly mammoths. The Skeletite would soon be joined by its brethren, one resembling a ground sloth and the other looking like a saber-toothed tiger, all of them ready to attack Pearl.

"I don't care what you throw at me, I'm getting that book!" Pearl yelled as she cut off the mammoth Skeletite's tusk with her chainsaw before running for shelter, even with the Skeletites continuing to pursue her. Thankfully, Pearl was able to hide away in an abandoned windmill, where she hoped the monsters would forget about her and move on.

"Oh, as if things can't get any more hectic!" Pearl sighed in exhaustion as she leaned against a mirror in the windmill. However, the mirror wasn't propped up against the wall and fell to the ground before breaking into pieces. Pearl yelped in pain as she fell on her back on the glass shards. "Ouch, ouchie, ow! That stings!" Pearl got up, and the pieces began sliding off her, while she picked up a larger piece to contemplate. "I wonder what will happen next?"

As Pearl walked away, she got her answer in the form of numerous smaller Pearls climbing out of the mirror pieces and gathering around her with devilish giggles. "Hey, big lady, over here!" one of the Mini Pearls yelled with a wicked grin. "Think fast!"

"Who said that?" Pearl asked when she looked down at all the Mini Pearls climbing up her body while continuing their mischievous laughter. "Okay, I think I've officially gone insane!"

"How's this for insane?" a Mini Pearl asked before she and her buddies picked up a large sledgehammer to slam Pearl in the knees with, causing her to fall over while yelling in pain. "TIMBER!"

"AAAAAAH!" Pearl screamed in both pain and terror as she nearly landed headfirst into the fireplace behind her. As the Mini Pearls began laughing at her expense and high-fiving each other, Pearl got back up and cracked her neck before frowning angrily at them. "Okay, you little miscreants, you want a fight? You got one!"

"What are you gonna do, stomp all over us?" one of the Mini Pearls dared with an evil grin, only to quickly eat her words before Pearl tried doing precisely that. As the Mini Pearl tried running for her life, the bigger Pearl started singing.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down!" Pearl tauntingly sang while pursuing the Mini Pearl. However, the Mini Pearl thought quickly on her feet and, just as she was about to get crushed by Pearl's boot, grabbed a nearby nail to replace herself with. "London Bridge is falling d-OW!"

"My fair lady, ha!" four Mini Pearls finished the nursery rhyme in a mocking tone. Pearl began wincing in pain as she tried to slowly remove the nail without hurting herself, but that was easier said than done with her obnoxious smaller duplicates running amok and causing more chaos.

"I think I've just about had enough of you brats." Pearl growled as she got up and tried reaching for her boomstick. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't there. "Oh dear, you didn't!" she cried. "Let me guess, you're right behind me, ready to shoot me with my gun, huh?"

"Actually, no." another Mini Pearl answered, to Pearl's relief. "We're right below you." Pearl then looked down and discovered that the Mini Pearls had taken control of her gun. And it was aimed straight at her privates. "Surprise!"

"Classy." Pearl grimaced in disgust before she dodged the first shot and immediately ran out of the windmill, her escape complicated by the limp gained from removing the nail from her foot. The Mini Pearls stampeded out of the windmill in hot pursuit, plotting to continue their reign of mischief, while Pearl refused to give up on the Necronomicon, even when the Skeletites soon joined the Mini Pearls.

"Come on, just a little closer!" Pearl muttered as she kept fighting off Skeletites and Mini Pearls with her chainsaw, limping ever so closer to the graveyard where the book of the dead was sure to be found. But to her surprise, there was not one, not two, but three Necronomicons awaiting her in the graveyard. "Three of them?! Are you kidding me?!"

As the Skeletites and the Mini Pearls reached the graveyard, the forces of Lord Ashton arrived in the nick of time to hold them off. In addition, the armies of Henry the Crimson were there as well, having sided with Lord Ashton to stop the Skeletite menace.

"We'll handle everything from here; just read the book!" Lord Ashton urged Pearl.

"But which one?!" Henry the Crimson added hurriedly. "There's three of them!"

"I'm trying my best, okay?" Pearl exclaimed while two of the Necronomicons suddenly came to life. One flew around and tried to suck her in, while the other wanted to bite her. However, the third did nothing, implying to Pearl that it was the real book she was looking for. "Bingo!" Once she finally picked up the book, Pearl began to recite the incantation she needed to get back home. "Okay, hope I get this right. Klaatu Barada N-"

Suddenly, Pearl heard a gunshot ring out and swiftly dodged it, interrupting the chant as she saw the Mini Pearls gather before her. "Not so fast, Big Pearl." One of the Mini Pearls snickered. "We still got one last trick up our sleeves!" The Pearls then all gathered together and stood on top of each other to match Pearl's exact height, and then they suddenly merged together to form a replica of her. Only instead, this one was shamelessly evil. "Hey there, Good Pearl, my name's Evil Pearl!"

"So you're basically me, but evil?" Pearl pointed out the obvious.

"Bingo, you little goody two shoes!" Evil Pearl grinned. "Little goody two shoes, little goody two shoes!" Before Evil Pearl could go any longer, the regular Pearl took back her boomstick and fired at her counterpart's face, and snatched the Necronomicon before she began fleeing. "After her!" she commanded the Skeletites fighting Lord Ashton and Henry the Crimson's men.

The monsters gave chase, but Pearl was a far quicker thinker than the beasts realized. With the Necronomicon tucked underneath her arm, Pearl fired her boomstick at the Skeletites and tore them all down with her chainsaw. "Anyone else wants a piece of me?!"

"Just who do you think you are?!" Evil Pearl snarled. "I will swallow your soul!"

"Pearl Williams, housewares." Pearl responded coolly. "Come and get some." With a final charge, the two Pearls swung their chainsaws at each other in their epic clash. While Pearl came out with quite a few scars, eventually, she emerged victorious over her doppelganger and had her buried by the windmill, while the Skeletites were destroyed once and for all. With Evil Pearl slain, now she could finally return home.

"Good work, miss." Lord Ashton thanked Pearl for her heroics. "For your show of heroism in the face of total peril, we hereby award you with this potion made using ingredients in the Necronomicon." The priest who confiscated Pearl's weapons earlier presented Pearl with an elixir to drink. "In just a few sips, you shall fall into a deep slumber and reawaken in your own time!"

"But what about the incantation?" Pearl asked, wondering if her quest was all for nothing as she took the bottle. "Eh, I'll think of it later. Now, bottoms up!" A few chugs of the elixir later, Pearl was out cold for quite possibly the next couple of centuries, though whether she'd wake up home at last is unknown.

"The end." Pearl proclaimed. "Hail to the queen, baby!"

"So then, what happened?" Morganite, who tied her hair up into a chonmage and wore a white robe for her costume, asked. "Did she wake up back in her own time or even longer than that?"

"News flash, I don't care." Eyeball rolled her eyes. She was dressed in a lime green hoodie and a blue hard hat with an M on it. "But still, where did that strange girl come from?"

"What strange girl?" Navy, wearing a red pinstripe suit and a balaclava over her head with a cigarette in her mouth, asked curiously.

"I think it might be the same one from Amethyst's story." Squaridot analyzed, unaware that the same ghost was hovering over her. She was wearing a pair of flight goggles, a baggy white shirt, and tight black shorts while carrying around a stuffed corgi.

"Well, if we're done plagiarizing, then I have my own story to tell!" Black Rutile proudly declared, only to be interrupted by Garnet.

"I don't think we should worry too much." Garnet tried calming everyone down as Pearl looked around for the ghost. "Now, let's move on to my story. It's a standard horror set-up, a bunch of rowdy teenagers fighting for their lives against a seemingly unstoppable monster. But there's a twist." She started flickering a flashlight below her face. "THE MONSTER IS ME!"

Nightmare on Diamond Pond

It was a warm summer's night at Camp Diamond Pond. A group of rowdy teenagers were camping there for the evening and decided to pass the time by telling each other scary stories by the campfire.

"I got one." Sour Cream said. "It's about this freaky witch lady who was trapped in a mirror as a way of escaping the Salem witch trials. One day, a boy finds the mirror in a pawn shop and accidentally sets the witch free because he thinks she needs a friend. But the witch was using him to escape and seek vengeance on Salem for persecuting her kind, so she stole all the water from the nearby lake and flooded the town!"

"Boo, not scary at all!" Jenny complained. "Anyone else got something scarier?"

"I got one, and it's based on real life." Buck Dewey proclaimed. "This is the story of the Elm Street Smasher. Legend has it that a psycho child killer haunts our dreams and plots to kill us all. It all started when someone didn't leave the door closed at an asylum, and thus the bloodthirsty Garnie Jason was born." He told his frightening tale. "She smashed in the faces of twenty kids in their nightmares before she was found out by the parents, who gave Garnie her just desserts. But even so, her spirit lives on after she struck a deal with some dream demons to become unstoppable. And who knows? Maybe she could be haunting us the moment we close our eyes."

"Wow, that was certainly better than anything I could come up with." Sour Cream declared as Buck finished his story. "Well, I'm turning in for the night. See you guys in the morning."

"Ooh, maybe we should stay up! What if Garnie comes for us?" Kiki jokingly suggested with a laugh, causing the other cool kids to laugh as well. "But in all seriousness, I'm a little worried about her."

"Ah, don't worry, it's just a story." Jenny assured her sister. "It's not like Garnie is real, right?" As the teens went to their tents for the night, a distinct silhouette of a woman with a square head and brass knuckles on her hand lurked about, ready to find someone to kill.

"Yeah, just a story." Garnie Jason smirked evilly as a stringy-haired girl appeared beside her. "Hey, do you mind? I'm going to kill some teenagers here." The girl nodded and abruptly disappeared, leaving Garnet to fade into smoke and enter one of the tents. What happened next would soon turn disastrous.

A few minutes later, Buck and Sour Cream heard Jenny scream from her and Kiki's tent, and they rushed to see what was up. To their horror, Kiki was lying dead on the ground with her face caved in and strange handprints on her neck, almost like someone had strangled her.

"Oh my gosh, Garnie might be real!" Sour Cream exclaimed. "Jenny, did anyone pop into your tent earlier?"

"No, I just heard Kiki choking to death!" Jenny replied. "We gotta call someone; call 911!"

"On it!" Buck said and tried to call for help on his phone. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to pick up. "Seems like we have a bad signal here. Or maybe…."

"Ah ah ah, you didn't say the magic word." Garnie Jason's voice taunted Buck as he realized what he was in for. "The number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please hang up and try again."

"She's onto us; we gotta run!" Buck remarked in terror as he tried to run for his life towards the camp's docks, but Garnie was in pursuit of him via rowboat. When she finally caught up with Buck, Garnie had an oar at the ready.

"Permission to come aboard?" Garnie smirked before she bludgeoned Buck to death with just one swing, sending him flying into the lake and leaving him to drown. "Hm, need to think of better puns."

Jenny and Sour Cream rushed down to the docks, where they found Garnie having already killed Buck, and thus they were the only ones left standing against this psychotic serial killer.

"Friends of yours?" Garnie asked the two surviving teens as she hopped out of the boat. "Apologies, they were trespassing on one of my favorite places to kill people. No hard feelings, right?"

"Oh, all the hard feelings, alright!" Sour Cream yelled defiantly and tried to fight Garnie with a fishing rod, while Jenny protested him not to be so reckless. "This one is for my friends!"

"I guess fishing season must be in." Garnie said coldly as she grabbed the fishing line with one hand and sent it flying back to Sour Cream, tying it around his neck and leaving him to hang on a lamppost, and then she turned to face Jenny. "Final girl, huh? How lucky you must be." She then began to slowly march towards Jenny, who immediately began making a run for it. What happened next was left unknown, but they both had vanished from the camp by the following day.

"The end." Garnet menacingly concluded, to the horror of the other Gems. "So, what did we all think?"

"Okay, I'll admit, that was pretty scary." Black Rutile confessed. "The way she ruthlessly murdered all those kids, ooh, it sends tingles down my spine! And what about that freaky ghost in there too?"

"I don't remember a ghost!" Garnet exclaimed as the ghost became clearer and frightened the Gems. However, there seemed to be something on her solar plexus that indicated there was more to her than meets the eye. "I can't believe it; the ghost was real!"

"I shoulda known there was something fishy about her appearing in all our stories!" Pearl added while drawing her sword. "Come and face us!" However, the ghost didn't seem to move, nor did it even acknowledge them as the sword Pearl threw phased right through her. "Hm, that's odd."

"What even is she?" Yellow Pearl muttered nervously while Blue Pearl and Volleyball hid behind her. Yellow Pearl was wearing a pink dress with a big red hairbow, while Blue was wearing a blue dress, and Volleyball was dressed in green.

"Maybe it's friendly." Blue Pearl tried reaching out to the girl, but the girl grabbed her wrist tightly, giving Blue Pearl a scare before Volleyball saved her.

"Is that all it's doing?" Volleyball wondered.

"It's just standing there! Menacingly!" Amethyst yelled. "What do we do?!"

"Well, if it's not going to do anything, then allow me to present my tale." Black Rutile proclaimed. "It is a totally original story that does not steal from any already existing movie. And I call it-"

The Black-xorcist

On a stormy night in Beach City, a tall, dark-skinned priest stood outside a house beneath a lamppost. He had been called in by a worried mother and traveled all the way from Dover to investigate her cry for help. After slowly walking towards the front door and starting to knock, the mother answered by opening the door. "Hello there, my name is Father Black. May I come in?

"Oh, thank you for coming on such short notice!" Vidalia sighed in relief. "It's about my little boy, Onion. He's been acting strangely lately since I bought that statue from the thrift shop."

"Now, hang on a second!" Amethyst cried out, interrupting the story and making Vidalia & Father Black look up at the sky. "You're choosing Onion? Wouldn't it make more sense if it were Steven since you hate him so much?"

"I may hate Steven, but Onion absolutely terrifies me!" Black Rutile answered. "I'm not even sure if he's human or not! Now let me finish." The story then resumed as usual.

"Children, am I right?" Father Black dryly remarked as Vidalia led him inside her house and up the stairs. "And you said it was the fault of a statue?"

"I'm not sure yet," Vidalia answered. "But if you want to know, just see for yourself." She opened the door to Onion's room. To her and the priest's surprise, he wasn't there. However, Father Black was completely undeterred as he stepped into the room. "Good luck, father."

"Hello, Onion?" Father Black called out for the strange boy. "My name is Father Black. Your mother summoned me here because she is greatly concerned for you."

"My mother?" a voice rang out across the room as Onion levitated into view, his mouth full of grimy fangs, a long, green tongue slithering out of his mouth, and bloodshot red eyes staring straight into his soul. "Well, yo mama really enjoyed my company, if you catch my drift!"

"You leave my dear mother out of this." Black stoically replied. "Now then, could you please tell me your name and how you came into possession of this little boy's body?"

"Oh, playin' the name game now, are we?" Onion cackled. "But since I'm such a nice guy, you can call me Zapupu. You may remember me for causing the following natural disasters, like the San Francisco earthquakes, the Yellow River Flood, Hurricane Katrina, or whatever gender reveal parties have nearly caused a societal collapse!"

"You fiend." Father Black cursed Zapupu. "How long have you been causing such death and destruction?"

"What do you mean death and destruction?!" Zapupu exclaimed angrily. "I was making dinner; it's what I've been doing since the dawn of time! Heck, you should've seen what I did to Pompeii!"

"Your chaos shall not go on for any longer!" Father Black declared as he picked up a statue of Zapupu that was resting next to a painting of the ghost girl. "Was this how you were able to possess him?!"

"Of course, after some schmuck bought that at the thrift shop!" Zapupu chuckled, making Vidalia hide away in shame. "So go ahead Blacky-Boy, hit me with your best shot!"

"With pleasure." Father Black smirked as he threw the statue at Onion, sending him crashing into the wall and breaking the statue.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that!" Zapupu cried out in surrender. "I'm a psychotic demon and proud of it, but this is a child I'm possessing here! You're a man of the cloth!" To save himself, Zapupu generated a pair of glasses to put on. "You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?" Father Black took the glasses off Onion's face and smacked him with them. "You hit a guy with glasses. Well played, big guy."

"May the power of Christ compel you!" Father Black boomed as he prepared to lay the hurt on Zapupu.

"And Father Black started beating the boy within an inch of his life to expel the demon!" Black Rutile ended her story in a surprisingly violent fashion, horrifying all her listeners and even the ghost girl as she went into excruciating detail on how badly Father Black beat Onion.

"Geez, man, calm down!" White Topaz yelled. "We get that you find Onion creepy, but do you seriously want to kill him?!"

"I don't know." Black Rutile answered. "I'm not even sure if he can be killed, to be honest."

"Well, that sure was gruesome." Pearl declared awkwardly. "Well, anyone else has a story to tell?"

"I got one." The ghost girl declared in a high-pitched voice. "My name is Dumortierite, though some of you may just know me as the Lighthouse Monster."

"Wait, I think Steven told us about you." Amethyst realized. "I kinda thought you were another Topaz. Plus, where were you this whole time?"

"That's the thing; I was an archivist." Dumortierite revealed as she presented her gem on her solar plexus. "I'm supposed to be in charge of gathering data, which is how I was able to enter all your wonderful stories." She then demonstrated her telekinetic and flight abilities by grabbing herself some candy to eat from the pile. "I was trapped in that lighthouse after being corrupted, where I was embittered by all the hatred and toxicity humans showed each other, even close friends."

"Yeah, that's bound to happen." Black Rutile proclaimed. "Now, go away so I won't have to listen to your generic sob story, Dummy."

"I said it was my turn!" Dumortierite yelled angrily, causing her eyes to turn red with fury and blood-red veins to appear on her body, but she immediately calmed down and continued. "When I was freed of my curse, I would be given a different curse—the curse of rejection. I felt alone and scared in this new world, so I hid myself away and tried going from town to town for a place to belong. But unfortunately, they all turned me away."

"Oh dear, poor thing." Pearl said as she gave Dumortierite a warm hug. "I can assure you; humans aren't all like that. They're just afraid of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, they're scared of what they can't control and all that!" Black Rutile commented sarcastically as she walked away. "Go ahead, Dummy, move in all you like, just don't get into any of my business."

"You're welcome to attend Dumortierite. Just keep an eye out on Black Rutile there." Garnet assured Dumortierite. "She's planning something big, and while we know she plans on accessing other dimensions, we have no idea what she'll do afterward."

Meanwhile, Black Rutile had returned home and pulled off her iron mask to reach for Rasputina's spellbook in her gem. "Now, let's see where I can find this Seer." She muttered as she continued to check its pages.

Later that night, everyone was standing around in a field presenting their costumes to each other, and Teal saw fit to comment on one of them. "Hey, Serpy, I really like your Inspector Spacetime get-up!" Teal complimented Serpentine's costume. "Which one are you supposed to be again? I always keep getting them mixed up."

"I'm the one who hates pears, FYI." Serpentine answered before turning to Desert Glass. "A cheerleader? How quaint."

"Not just any cheerleader, a zombie-killed sexy cheerleader!" Desert Glass proudly proclaimed. "What gave it away, the head?"

"What kind of cheerleader carries around a decapitated head?" Yellow Pearl asked. "Luckily, my costume is far less violent."

"And what are you supposed to be, Garnet?" Peridot asked about the fusion's costume. "Some kind of flying carpet racer?"

"Far from it." Garnet answered. "I'm actually a fortune teller with the power to generate fire, but I didn't have enough time to get a flame chicken."

"Well, I can see you all have wonderful costumes, everyone." Pearl declared. "Now then, anyone up for more candy?"

"Did you need to ask?" Amethyst replied with a smile.

This is probably the most ambitious chapter of any story I've written yet. Having to write four stories in one chapter certainly took longer than I thought, but I hope it was all worth it! Happy Halloween everyone, and stay tuned next week for the Christmas special to close out the season!

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