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i’ll post imagines, hcs, one-shots about reader x andre/cal from 0 day ⭑ feel free to send requests! if ur shy, u can send them anonymously ◛

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u can call me dollie

interests: perfume scent research, creepypastas, fashion

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it is important to clarify that this account is limited to fictional characters created for an audiovisual project; their names are entirely separate from any real life perpetrators

calvin gabriel on his knees, begging for your forgiveness. after you threatened to leave, to end it all, the choice felt inevitable. you spent days in a void of silence, crying because you felt difficult to love.

at school, every attempt to reach out resulted in him shrugging and running away like a scolded dog. when you visited his house, his mother met you with the news that he was under the weather, and it was there, amidst the pain and confusion, that loneliness felt heavier than ever.

that distance of days was just the shadow of his coming absence.

did you never see the darkness devouring him from within?

barely two weeks later, cal took his own life, taking everything with him. he was kind; he loved you until the very end.

warning; 18+, nsfw

andre kriegman x m!reader nsfw hcs

i have so many ideas that my brain might explode. one of them is to write something about religious delusion (i was researching this a year ago for a script that i never finished). do u think it would fit better in a cal gabriel x reader, an andre kriegman x reader, or something for caldre? while we're on the subject, i’ll write more caldre since i've seen u asking for it a lot

a little reminder that english isn't my first language; that’s why requests take a bit of time. i write them in my native language first, check the grammar, translate them, and check the grammar again—sometimes i even add dialogue during final stage

precious angels, my dm are always open. if u feel down, u can text me; don't let the sadness sink u

a moment to appreciate u all ࿔*:

thank u for every like and reblog. i’ve started receiving notifications about u reblogging my posts, and it makes this the only social media where i feel active; u make my day so much more interesting

thank u to everyone following me. so many new people have found their way to this account… i love u all

i’m so touched by the support lately

i hope u listen to the songs i include in the moodboards; it's a way to share a piece of myself with u

i’d get u a soda float as a thank u for for reading all of this

“i don't care what heaven say, i'm waiting for your embrace”

“when i leave this world for a better one, tell me if you'll cry”

cal: bull’s blood 2nd edition by imaginary authors

fragrances with notes of blood. i can see calvin and andre choosing these solely for that raw, visceral, metallic scent profile.

andre: funerie by pineward

at first, their lungs weren't used to the smell of incense, blood, moss, withered roses, and sulfur; it created a sensation of drowning, as if they could die all over again, but over time, they learned to wander among those scents... they even seemed to like them.

it must be horrific to be trapped in the place that broke them, don’t you think?

they wanted someone to light a candle for their souls and for what once was their body, but all they got was the sight of people setting their crosses on fire.

my dms are always open if u ever want to talk

requests are still open

p.s. i’m still working on ur requests, slowly but surely—please be patient with me, i still have a long list to go through ᝰ.ᐟ

andre kriegman x reader

summary: andre receives your birthday invitation and gives the dress code a try, ending up in a room full of new people and just enough glitter.

three months ago, a group project forced you to talk to andre kriegman. while everyone else ignored him, you decided to ask for his opinion. the conversation went far beyond the school assignment: you two stayed after class, complaining about the endless homework or how boring mr. peter’s classes were.

ever since then, the dynamic changed: whenever you ran into him in the hallways, between classes, during break, or on your way out, you greeted him and asked how his day was going. a real friendship had started to bloom.

andre didn't understand why you cared, but your kindness had become his only ray of light in the middle of a gray routine.

''out of the way, weirdo!'' —brad's voice bounced cruelly off the metal walls of the lockers.

a few feet away, you waited for the swarm of students to die down before approaching your locker.

that scene had been witnessed too many times; a group of guys seemed to find amusement in making andre kriegman's life miserable.

as you approached, andre was seen walking away.

pushing through the crowd, you caught up to him.

''andre,'' —you called out.

he stopped dead, turning carefully as if expecting another taunt.

''h-hey,'' —he replied, his voice barely a whisper above the din of slamming lockers.

opening the backpack, searching patiently until the carefully decorated envelope appeared, holding it out with a smile. ''this is for you,'' —you said.

upon touching it, andre felt the rough texture of the glue and a bit of glitter came loose under his fingers; his name was written carefully on the paper, he took it with caution, as if he were afraid it might break under too much pressure.

seeing the sparkle on the surface, his eyebrows arched slightly, confused.

''it's an invitation,'' —you explained, smiling at him—. ''next week is my birthday. it would be great if you came. i know it's break, and i completely understand if you don't.''

andre opened the envelope slightly, just enough to see the glimmer of shiny cutouts inside, though he still couldn't read the content.

his eyes met yours, looking for a hidden joke, but he only saw the same genuine kindness you had shown him since that group project.

''all the information is in there,'' —you added, pointing to the card peeking out.

andre nodded mechanically. ''thanks... yeah, sure,'' —he muttered.

''don't worry about it... enjoy your break, okay?'' —you smiled sincerely.

andre nodded again, barely processing your words, and walked away with quick steps, protecting the envelope as if it were his mom’s once-favorite vase—the one he’d shattered when he was seven.

it wasn't until he was safe in the privacy of his car, just before starting the engine, that andre dared to read it. his fingers, still slightly trembling, slid the note out of the envelope, and as he did, a cascade of glitter spilled out, catching the light and scattering across his lap.

one year closer to becoming stardust.

i’d love for you to be a part of my special day.

there will be cake and drinks (non-alcoholic, i have a strict policy against my guests losing their minds and my house ending up in ruins). come hungry!

see over for details.

as andre read the invitation, a small smile formed on his lips. suddenly, all the little details he had stored in his memory since that group project made sense.

he was hypnotized by those notes full of stickers and vibrant strokes of glitter gel ink. andre also recalled those nails, constantly coated in glitter polish.

andre understood that the sparkle wasn't casual; it was part of your essence.

when he read the final note —dress code: something sparkly— a pang of anxiety shot through his chest; it was a step out of his comfort zone.

andre, used to going unnoticed, felt that glitter was the antagonist of his existence.

three days before your party:

he wandered through a couple of stores, feeling completely out of place.

finally, andre found some temporary glitter tattoos; it was something people usually wore to the beach, but with no other options, it met your requirement.

day of your party:

andre stood in front of his bathroom mirror one last time. he’d bought three of the same angel wing temporary tattoos, certain that a disaster was inevitable; after one messy attempt, he’d managed to place the second one on his neck with surgical precision.

staring at his reflection, andre held his breath, hoping the glitter wouldn't smudge before reaching your door.

the drive to your house felt short; he drove distracted, his mind more on how you would react to his gift than on the road.

andre stopped twice at the corner of your street, feeling his fear getting the best of him.

''am i really going?. probably won't even notice i’m there,'' he thought, gripping the steering wheel.

about to turn the car around, but he remembered that the invitation was written and decorated by hand; recalling the trouble taken to invite him.

andre checked the rearview mirror one last time to make sure the glitter hadn't flaked off his neck, and with a heart hammering against ribs, he pulled up to the house.

when andre finally arrived, the sound of music —some pop— filtered through the door, which remained wide open.

the air outside the house was heavy with a sweet, unmistakable scent of vanilla smoke. you were standing in the doorway, laughing at something your friend said, both of you sharing a cigarette.

when you sensed his presence, you turned, and your face lit up with a genuine smile.

you weren't the person from biology class with tired eyes anymore; that night, you looked like something out of a dream: the center of your forehead was adorned with a cluster of tiny gems—shades of bubblegum pink, sky blue, and lilac—all shaped like stars and circles. below your eyes, you wore a silver shimmer with tiny moon cutouts, and to complete the look, your hair was woven with holographic neon green hair tinsel.

andre felt like he forgot how to breathe, but when he saw your eyes shining with joy at recognizing him, the desire to run away evaporated completely.

''heeey!'' —you exclaimed—. ''thanks for coming!''

you passed the rest of your cigarette to your friend—who gave andre a kind smile—and guided him into the living room.

as he crossed the threshold, andre left the school stigma behind, though he tensed immediately, hunching his shoulders in a reflex of self-defense. only five people were there, but to someone used to isolation, that small group felt like a massive crowd.

''happy birthday,'' —andre went silent for a second, hesitating, but the excitement of the moment pushed him to do it—. ''mmmmm…you're old.''

''whaaat? no, that’s not true...'' —you opened your mouth, feigning surprise—. ''if i were that old, do you think i could do this?'' —you got into position as if you were going to do a backflip. after a second, you burst out laughing, relaxing your shoulders—. ''naah, i’m joking, i don't think i could even hop on one foot. i'd break my own bones.''

after you both laughed, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

he reached into his jacket pocket and, with shyness, pulled out a small box wrapped carelessly, with too much tape; it was clear that andre had never wrapped a gift before.

''i brought you this,'' —he said, holding out the box.

you took it with a smile. inside was a set of three intense glitter polishes; andre had gone to several stores until he found the perfect combination for you.

"oh… god, thank you so muuuch... it wasn't necessary," —your voice softened. you looked at him with wide, shining eyes, clutching the gift for a second longer before carefully placing it on the side table, right where the other gifts were already piling up—. "i'll open it calmly later, but seriously, it means so much to me."

andre smiled, visibly calmer to see that you hadn't made fun of his wrapping.

you took it upon yourself to introduce him with total naturalness. one by one, your friends greeted him without judgment.

andre, who was used to being invisible, felt seen for the first time. it was a bubble where he didn't have to be on the defensive.

after you finished introducing him to the others, a comfortable silence settled between you two, leaving you both standing there for a moment.

your eyes suddenly caught the small design on his neck, and you leaned in closer.

''wings? so cute!'' —you traced the air near his skin without quite touching it—. ''i'm obsessed... but you need more sparkle.''

seeing his confused face, you smiled andyou smiled and steered him toward a corner where your makeup palette was—full of pigments that looked as if a galaxy had thrown up right there.

''come on,'' —you added, gesturing for him to follow you to the guest bathroom.

inside, you stood in front of him, closing the distance until he could see every color of the stones on your forehead.

a soft touch landed on his face as you began to apply the glittery pigments and small adhesive stars.; andre held his breath.

with steady movements, you fixed the last star near his temple.

''done,'' —you announced with satisfaction—. ''want to see the result?''

the fear of his own reflection made him hesitate.

''i... yeah,'' —he replied.

once in front of the mirror, his eyes drifted to your reflection right behind him. your gazes met in the glass and he looked down blushing; you let out a soft laugh.

''it's not just because i did your make up, but you look really good,'' —you said, giving him two thumbs up.

andre glanced at you through the mirror again, his eyes lingering on your reflection, he looked visibly taken aback; andre had never received such a genuine compliment from anyone outside his family, and he didn't quite know how to react.

''anyway, let's go cut the cake before everyone dies of hunger," —you added, quickly changing the subject—. "do you like confetti flavor? well... it doesn't really matter; i already bought that one, so you have no choice."

"confetti sounds fine," —he lied smoothly. in reality, the taste didn't matter—andre wasn't about to confess his dislike for cake on your birthday.

as you walked back toward the living room, he followed a step behind you. stepping over the threshold, he froze: the ceiling was covered in a sea of purple and silver balloons. seeing that explosion of color triggered a wave of sudden nostalgia; andre couldn't even remember the last time he’d been invited to a birthday party. it had to be back in elementary school.

among the guests, andre noticed a blonde stranger who wasn't there when he arrived.

the newcomer was chatting with one of your friends, sporting small shiny stones around his eyes.

upon seeing you two enter, the guy looked up and you let out a shout of joy and almost ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms. he caught you and returned the hug with a warmth that hit andre in an unexpected way. the stranger whispered something in your ear while he held you tight.

andre stood still, feeling a cold, stinging pressure in the center of his chest, dying to know who that guy was.

finally separated and you returned to andre with a radiant smile, followed by him.

''andre, meet cal, my best friend,'' —you said with enthusiasm.

andre didn't know why the fact that he was your best friend felt so reassuring, but the air returned to his lungs.

calvin looked at andre with a lopsided smile, while his crystals blinked.

andre noticed that cal was clenching his fists slightly, a detail that went unnoticed by the others, but that he, an expert at hiding nerves, detected immediately.

''what's up?'' —cal said, trying to hide the panic that meeting new people caused him.

at that moment, your brother called you from the kitchen, you walked away, and andre and cal were left in a momentary silence until you returned with a large pitcher of pink lemonade.

you served the glasses, and some of your friends leaned in, curious to see the liquid up close: the drink shimmered with a dense, swirling layer of glitter that looked almost too vibrant to be safe, reflecting the party lights in a hypnotic pink glow.

"don't worry, guys, it is edible," —raising your voice slightly so everyone in the room could hear, you announced.

"dude, i don't think that's edible," —cal joked, nudging you with a smirk.

"shut up, it is. i don't want anyone choking on a piece of shimmer,'' —you rolled your eyes at him.

"where did you even get that?" —andre asked, and looked at the drink, then up at you, his brow furrowed with genuine concern.

"what? don't you guys trust me?" —you tilted your head, letting the question hang for a second before adding feigning hurt, and looked around at the small group that had gathered, noticing that some were already taking sips regardless of the talk—. "i got it from that baking shop downtown."

andre opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say another word, the room lights dimmed and your mom walked in carrying the birthday cake, effectively cutting him off.

the cake sat on the low coffee table in the center of the living room, and as everyone began to gather around, you crouched in front of it, with andre to your right and cal to your left, while the rest of your friends sat on the floor around you.

the candlelight illuminated your face.

shifting your weight, you felt a bit restless as they started singing 'happy birthday'; you kept your eyes glued to the candles, desperately trying to ignore the dozen pairs of eyes watching you.

as the singing faded, you quickly closed your eyes before your face could turn bright red from embarrassment.

with a quick movement, you blew out the candles, flooding the room with laughter and applause.

𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language

i don’t own any of the images used, all credits go to their rightful owners, and credit to speaknotkneel for the divider

happy belated birthday, dear angel! i hope u had a lovely day. wishing u endless happiness—u are so loved

thank u sm for send your request <3 i hope it lived up to your expectations, i’m trying my best

hiii, angel! i’ll leave u a hint: my roots are tied to a culture where—even when the heart stops pumping blood—it’s not a final silence. we have specific days of the year dedicated to honoring and welcoming our loved ones back from the other side

''until death do us part'' doesn't really apply