#Mirror bangle

[yuvan123]

Mirror Oxidised Bangle

Broad Oxidised Bangle

With mirror work

With beads & stone work

Ideal for festive/wedding occasions

This oxidised broad kara will give a fashion statement on every special occasions!

[cranberrydietcoke]

euphoria - r.c

ex bf ! rafe cameron x kook princess ! reader

content: 18+, drinking & drug use, drunk/high sex, degrading names (slut, whore, bitch), on camera type shit, kinda public party sex, my y/ns are always cream team soz, kinda dubcon ig, he makes her say ily, creampie. def giving s1 fratboy rafe. non-descriptive except for tanned skin n u curl ur hair!

a/n: first rafe fic eeeep! many more to come tho i deadass have feelings for him it’s a problem. & thx u for the luv on my last two fics !! preesh u bad bitches

wc: 3k

your fingers intertwined with sutton’s as she pulled you along, splitting the tight crowd of snapbacks and miniskirts. smoke hung over the purple atmosphere as some future song boomed from the speakers. you greeted each spinning face you slid by with a slurred sorry baby! or scuse’ me!

“bitch nooo, come the fuck onnnnn,” she pleaded, jerking you away from the random man you were offering your vape to.

“later okay! come smoke w’me!” you yelled back at him, trying to communicate with charades as sutton pulled you deeper into the heart of the party. he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t see him later, considering rafe was about twenty feet away slicing lines on the kitchen counter. the baby pink polo hugged his bicep as he bent over, rolled dollar bill tight between his fingers.

fuck. i miss that platinum card.

a few months ago, you and rafe  were the it couple of kildare, without question. luxury vacations, designer swimwear, a mercedes for christmas, days in the yacht. it was like kim and fucking kanye. even more so now. a breakup had never lasted more than a few hours, usually ending with you both getting high and rafe fucking an ‘im sorry’ out of you. but this time, you were actually done with his shit, done having a screaming match every day, done apologizing all the time just so he wouldn’t blow up. sure, it was sad at first. but when it was posted on figure8insider, you had finally reached the last stage of grief: acceptance.

“like why do they even fucking care?” you barked, scrunching a warm, fresh curl in your hand. “how do they even know? shit’s like tmz.” spinning in your satin vanity chair, you turned to face your friend before sashaying to your closet.

“they act like we’re soooo a-list. i’m with your ass every day, you are NOT that interesting,” sutton chuckled, adjusting the strap of her top and checking herself out in the mirror. with topper’s parents away in the virgin islands, his annual end-of-summer banger was everybody’s move for the night, and you were certain rafe was gonna be there.  

“right?” you blew clouds of strawberry pound cake as you rummaged through hangers, “like, i’m not an influencer.”

it came out like a lie, and in a way, it was. you were the sweetheart of the island’s restless and entitled youth, their very own people’s princess. your strapless black dress could only be worn after sundown, barely covering the lower curve of your ass, delicate pink ribbons holding together the cutout of your cleavage. a stack of expensive gold bangles chimed together as you stuffed all your shit into your purse, slammed another shooter, and dialed reagan for a ride.

“you know rafe’s gonna be there, right?” she asked, turning the music down and casting a glance at you from the driver’s seat. you suck your teeth behind your glittery lips.

“duh, bitch! why do you think she got that on?” sutton screamed from the back, making all three of you die in laughter as you hid your face. just like, one more time wouldn’t hurt.

even under the kaleidoscope of neon lights, you could tell the whole room’s attention turned toward you as you danced your way in. sneaking a seltzer from the cooler, you settled at the beer pong table where a group of wannabe finance bros crushed solo cups of natty light, shooting each other starstruck glances and sharing whispers as you glided through, greeting everyone with an indifferent wave and an insincere heyyyyyyy.

“yo, rafe, your girl’s over there,” kelce leaned in, motioning over to the enveloping swarm of people growing around you.

“bro, top,” rafe fell back, slapping topper in the chest, “why the fuck did you even invite her?” he spat out, eyes pulsing.

“dude…why wouldn’t i invite her…” topper stated plainly, as if rafe had asked if the sky was fucking blue. if you weren’t there, that shit was a flop.

“that bitch,” he started, shaky hands sliding in to search his pockets, “that bitch is fucking crazy, okay?” he pulled out a dime bag and his wallet, eyeing his friends who knew better than to speak. he tapped some out on the granite countertop, lining it up nice and clean with his american express, hinging at the waist to align a rolled 20 with the powder, making it disappear in one snort.

before it could register, sutton was dragging you through the sea of people and closer and closer to rafe, forcing you to abandon the crowd of drooling fans. gripping your shoulders, she planted you right in front of him. you looked up, caught between a flash of fear and drunken amusement, an absent smile playing on your face.

“be good okay?” she chided, lightly slapping your back with beaming pride, “text me if you need anything!”

he wiped the excess powder off his nostril with a laugh of disbelief as he stood over you, studying your face. all you can manage is a squeaky and breathless hi as your tipsy blush deepens.

“hey, kid. miss me or somethin’?” he mocked, bringing the tips of his fingers to brush against your arm. 

“oh my god rafe, be serious,” you scoff, batting away his large, lingering hands.

“aw, what? don’t wanna share a blunt with me like we used to?” he drew out, words dripping in honeyed hatred. almost made you forget all the shit he’d put you through. the familiar teal of his eyes roamed over every square inch of your freckled and exposed skin.

“fuck no,” you laughed, watching as his tongue swiped against his bottom lip, “no tellin’ where your mouth has been.”

“right, “ his eyes narrowed as he crouched down, inches from your face, “like you’re some fuckin’ angel.”

breath hot on your lips, encapsulating you with the smell of stout liquor and le labo santal. “won’t smoke with me, but you’ll smoke with ole boy?” he spoke, low and calm through heaving breaths as he motioned with a sharp hand towards the brunette you’d ran into.

fuck. he heard you.

 “i see how it is…bein’ an attention whore since you left, huh?” he backed up, wiping the wetness off his lower lip with the same hand.

“don’t piss me off,” you rolled your eyes, “come on.”  taking his wrist into your hand and leading him towards the balcony door. he had an uncanny talent for manipulating the situation, planting the illusion you had the upper hand, although you never did. you were unknowingly right where he wanted you. digging into your purse, you pull out an m&m mini’s tube, popping it open and flipping it vertically. a blunt slid out and into your fingers, perfectly rolled.

the coastal air was thick with humidity, only lit by the light poles on the beach. rafe’s chest hovered over your back as you stepped out into the salty breeze, brushing strands of hair out of your eyes and positioning the blunt between your lips. just as you fished for your lighter, he moved faster, sparking a flame under his calloused thumb and bringing it closer. he watched you as the fire cast a glow on your half-lidded gaze, crackling lightly as you inhaled. as mean and vile and ungrateful as he was, he truthfully couldn’t imagine himself with another girl. you were bitchy, high maintenance, never satisfied, spoiled, whiny, just so unknowingly powerful. but god, you were fucking perfect. who else on this island would be able to handle you?

“you know,” you hissed, drawing the smoke sharply between your teeth before releasing it in a hazy stream that slipped through the perfect, glossy ‘o’ formed by the soft contour of your lips. “it wasn’t as devastating as i thought it was gonna be.” you sputter, nudging it towards his towering frame which stood outlined by the glow of the orange lanterns. he hit it, tiny little consecutive pecks that made the tip flash on and off.

“really?” he choked between inhales. “cause you look pretty devastated to me.” he smirked, stepping closer, blowing the potent smoke into your parted lips as you instinctively breathe it in. “you miss me?”

“maybe just a little,” you tease, watching the satisfied smirk grow on his face. his free hand traced the curve of your collarbone, fingers lightly brushing the tousled strands of your hair off your shoulder. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tanned skin.

“i miss your carrdddd, that nice big boattt, the presents.” you sing with a smug smile, hands snaking around his neck, his fingers finding the cushion of your hips, moving and swaying together.

“oh, shut the fuck up,” he looked down at you, dilated pupils scanning your face, “nobody’s fucking you like me, bet that,” a dry laugh left his throat.

“ugh,” you crash into his chest, pressing your cheek into the dry cleaned ralph lauren. whining  ihateyouihateyouihateyou’s.

steady and smooth, he discarded the blunt, wrapping his hands around your back, groping and pawing at your half-revealed ass. without thinking, you lift onto your tippy toes, breath coming in shallow gasps, lips lingering over his open mouth. without warning, his tongue fought its way in, swirling with yours in a hot, desperate hail mary. your lips met in sloppy smacks, stumbling over each other until he eventually had your hips pressed against the side railing.

pulling away, he spoke, low and from his chest. “you hate me? yeah? or do you just miss my dick in you,” his face lingered over yours, “n’ it’s got you all fuckin’ bothered.” you felt the puff of breath with each word. “say it,” he coaxed, hiking up the front of your dress to thumb at the hem of your panties, “say you want me to take that pussy.” his long fingers ran over your clothed clit, making your hips roll against the opulent stone that hung over the thornton estate. he chuckled, shaking his head as his gaze fixed between your legs. “it’s fuckin’ mine anyways.”  

your lips chased after his as he stepped back, tsking at you, still holding you steady by the waist. “nah, baby. gotta say it,”

you closed the distance, pressing your soft, heavy tits into the muscle of his abdomen and the pads of your fingertips into his bicep. face so close to yours, a smirk practically tangible in the air.

“pleaseeeee rafe, i need it,” you panted out, desperate and erratic. “just one more time.” your eyes traced him up and down, sinking into cross-faded euphoria. a single, needy tear fell from the corner of your glittery and bloodshot eye, streaking down your flushed cheek. brushing his lips against you, he flicked his tongue, tracing the path of the teardrop. you moan at the warmth against your cool skin, reaching down to guide his hand between your legs.

“fuck, such a slut.” he breathes out, cupping your dripping cunt and meeting your lips in a deep, perverse kiss. the kind that you just can't help but pull back a little bit. “missed you, missed this pussy.” he spoke in a low guttural rasp, almost inaudible. his wide build shielded you from the large glass doors that led into the party, hooking his fingers in the fabric of your panties and yanking them down, dipping his middle finger into the wetness pooling at your entrance.

“god, need this shit,” he groaned, swiping his finger gently up and down, circling your bundle of nerves. “turn around.”

he gave the command yet didn’t wait for a response, his firm grip on your waist flipping you the other way, leaving no room for a fight. bent over the balcony balustrade, your head hung in the air, looking down at the pool that sat twenty feet below. one of rafe’s hands pinned you over the railing by the back of the neck while the other played and prodded at your hole, getting you ready for him. discreetly, he worked his cock loose, rubbing the tip through your slick folds.

“rafeeee,” you muffle out, face smushed against the stone and immobile from the strength of his grasp. “not here, please, ca-can we just go inside?”

“nahh, i don’t think so, baby. this is what you wanted, right?” his hand slid down, wrapping a fist into the bunched fabric of your dress, pressing into you. your walls fluttered against him, a feeling so familiar yet so distant. lasers from the party strobed through the window, flashing by you. knees buckling, you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass back against him.

“god – fuck!” you squeal out, feeling him balls deep in you, guiding you down his length and filling you to the hilt. reaching into the pocket of his khakis, which still hung low on his hips, he fishes his phone out. with a quick flick, snapchat is open and the flash is washing over you. even with your head hung over the railing, you could still see the spotlight focused on your tight, twitching hole. he slides in and out, using your dress to manipulate the rhythm of your body. capturing everyyyy moment.

“this s’my shit, huh?” he panted out, your ass recoiling against each harsh thrust. “you’re my bitch, y’know that? been my bitch.” voice low and slow, almost cocky, like he wanted everyone to know -  like they didn’t already. the sound of damp, saturated clapping mixed with the crash of waves onto the shore.

“p-please, they’re gonna see,” you whimper, body jerking as he slams into you over and over. imagine the uproar if everyone saw you, little miss untouchable, taking your ex-boyfriend’s cock on the terrace outside topper’s party. grabbing a handful of hair, he yanks your head back, glare of the light fixed on your face. 

“they’re gonna see anyway, baby, don’t be shy. jus’ cum f’me,” your face screwed with his words, brows furrowing as you looked up at the camera with hopeless, empty eyes. just so fucked out. the curve of his dick poked and kissed that sweet spot deep inside you, bringing you closer and closer.

“you love me, huh?” he grunted, still forcing a deep arch in your back. “tell the camera you love me, princess.” you could feel yourself coming loose, guilt and lust boiling over in your tummy. you explode in a squealing moan, gripping on his cock and covering it with cream.

 “i love you rafe, fuck! - love you so so much!” crying through hiccups and flickering eyes, still trained on the flash. such a smart girl getting fucked dumb on camera. such a powerful person yet completely powerless in his hands.

“gonna let me nut in you?” his filming hand went flimsy as he quickened his pace, groaning and letting out short little bursts of air. “y’gonna take it all, be good for me like you used to?” he rasped, met with limp nods and a braindead mhmmm. that’s all it took for him to pound every inch into you, sending you deeper into your daze. fuckin’ dickmatized.

the video on his screen shook violently with each stroke, hot spurts of cum filling you up. “fuuuuckk,” he groaned, hips stuttering to a stop and loosening the grip on your hair, leaving you to catch your breath hung over the railing. he pointed the camera down, pulling himself out and spreading one cheek open with his hand to expose the stickiness dripping out of you. the flash finally goes off, and he saves it to his memories. bringing his fingers up to your leaky hole, he fucks his seed in deeper, eliciting a choked sob from your lips. pulling you upright and flipping you to face him, he squats down to pull your panties up from around your ankles, shimmying your hips into them and pulling your dress down. it was just like y'all used to.

the party was still in full swing as you both slipped back in, parting ways as you went to check in with sutton and reagan, completely disregarding the knotted mess of hair on your head and the streaked makeup down your face. was that fucking real? your legs were tight as you stagger and shuffle through groups of drunk teenagers all bouncing with the music, trying to regain your composure. as soon as reagan spots you from the couch, her jaw is on the floor, ushering you closer with her hand.

“y/n, no fucking way! you slut!” she shrieks with wide eyes and a light slap to your arm. “does sutton know?”

“girl, she set the shit up!” you try to explain, motioning with your hands. “i was like, if you insistttttt.” you lie, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, hitting her with a debby ryan radio rebel type smirk.

“you’re lying,” she goes on, picking her jaw up and taking a swig of her drink. “speak of the devil!” she exclaims, motioning behind you with her drink. a sharp smack landed on your ass, making you jump. sutton’s hand gripped yours, turning you around.

“did you fuck him?” she smiled, obviously drunk as shit and wayyy too loud.

“yeahh, what do you mean…” you roll your eyes, snapping your head to the side with a wide smile. it was evident how excited sutton was, prideful about it. lifting her solo cup in the air and grabbing to lift yours with the other, she let out a deafening woo!

“personally…” she went on, clutching her imaginary pearls, “i think that’s worth drinking to,” she proposed, side-eyeing and nudging you not so subtly. “come on bitch! shots for ken and barbie!”

to be honest, that was the last thing you remember.

the next morning, you woke up nuzzled in plaid grey sheets, your phone buzzing incessantly with notifications. the sound of the groundskeepers filtered through the windows. tannyhill.

fumbling with your phone, the words flashed across the screen.

figure8insider – ‘kildare’s power couple reunited? rafe cameron and y/n y/ln spotted together at party!’

oh.my.god.

[scealaiscoite]

.☽༊˚ a hundred assorted prompts

¹⁾ raspberry lip gloss

²⁾ pajama bottoms

³⁾ a silver lighter

⁴⁾ fresh honey

⁵⁾ flushed cheeks

⁶⁾ a fogged-up mirror

⁷⁾ the imprint of a belt buckle on skin

⁸⁾ helium balloons

⁹⁾ a broken cocktail glass

¹⁰⁾ old playing cards

¹¹⁾ chipped green nail polish

¹²⁾ a brown leather wallet

¹³⁾ bullet holes in a wooden wall

¹⁴⁾ seashells lined up along the curve of a spine

¹⁵⁾ beaded curtains

¹⁶⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁷⁾ a carabiner heavy with keys

¹⁸⁾ fresh-cut orchids in a pottery vase

¹⁹⁾ vending machine cigarettes

²⁰⁾ an out of date map

²¹⁾ a creaky wooden gate

²²⁾ a minifridge stocked with budweiser and paracetamol

²³⁾ snapdragons growing between pavement slabs

²⁴⁾ smudged yellow eyeshadow

²⁵⁾ slept-in braids

²⁶⁾ library books that’ll never be returned

²⁷⁾ a pink-tiled shower

²⁸⁾ a honeybee on a linen shirtsleeve

²⁹⁾ burnt popcorn

³⁰⁾ watching an eclipse from bed

³¹⁾ a black lace bralette

³²⁾ a tattered patchwork quilt

³³⁾ blue raspberry bubblegum

³⁴⁾ a rusted fishing rod and a dried-up lake

³⁶⁾ the taste of whiskey on someone else’s lips

³⁷⁾ rose-scented candles burned down to the wick

³⁸⁾ crescent-shaped coffee stains on a wooden tabletop 

³⁹⁾ odd socks 

⁴⁰⁾ a loose thread on a jumper sleeve

⁴¹⁾ warm sheets on cold skin

⁴²⁾ amber-tinged perfume

⁴³⁾ gold jewelry 

⁴⁴⁾  a calloused palm against a soft cheek 

⁴⁵⁾ a busted headlight

⁴⁶⁾ sunrise from a jail cell

⁴⁷⁾ hand tattoos that weave around fingers

⁴⁸⁾ coconut shampoo

⁴⁹⁾ a doorbell sounding in the middle of the night

⁵⁰⁾ ladybugs crawling across a headstone

⁵¹⁾ grass stains on blue jeans

⁵²⁾ a loaded saddlebag

⁵³⁾ a dusty wine cellar

⁵⁴⁾ a bikini top draped over a bedpost

⁵⁵⁾ snow in july

⁵⁶⁾ dirt-red mountaintops

⁵⁷⁾ goosebumps in a heatwave

⁵⁸⁾ an empty dinnertable

⁵⁹⁾ a fresh manicure and bruised knuckles

⁶⁰⁾ zombie movies

⁶¹⁾ bitten lips

⁶²⁾ dark eyes full of tears

⁶³⁾ a soft cast in summertime

⁶⁴⁾ stale coffee in paper cups

⁶⁵⁾ frozen peaches on a black eye

⁶⁶⁾ acrid smoke

⁶⁷⁾ bound hands

⁶⁸⁾ animal tracks

⁶⁹⁾ unwound vhs tapes

⁷⁰⁾ cartoon plasters

⁷¹⁾ lipstick marks on shirt collars

⁷²⁾ silver bangles

⁷³⁾ sharing a coat in a downpour

⁷⁴⁾ fields with grass at waist-height

⁷⁵⁾ daisy chains up to your forearm

⁷⁶⁾ rolled-up shirtsleeves

⁷⁷⁾ the smell of bleach in a dark room

⁷⁸⁾ a shared sleeping bag

⁷⁹⁾ a new haircut

⁸⁰⁾ swimsuit tanlines

⁸¹⁾ perfume clinging to a pillow

⁸²⁾ lollipops dangling between lips

⁸³⁾ a badly-timed grin

⁸⁴⁾ old books

⁸⁵⁾ tongues stained from slushies

⁸⁶⁾ waking up in a hailstorm

⁸⁷⁾ dying sunflowers

⁸⁸⁾ colourful sunglasses

⁸⁹⁾ the last pew

⁹⁰⁾ tall, rattling windows in a storm

⁹¹⁾ six missed calls

⁹²⁾ sticks of incense burned down to the last

⁹³⁾ bunk beds

⁹⁴⁾ matching sets

⁹⁵⁾ ruined mascara

⁹⁶⁾ a boxing ring

⁹⁷⁾ stained glass windows

⁹⁸⁾ fairy forts

⁹⁹⁾ a cluttered bedside table

¹⁰⁰⁾ a hangover in the evening

[aliyahwritings]

RAFE CAMERON and his DESI!GIRLFRIEND

masterlist.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who complains when you first show him Bollywood movies about how long they are, but ends up more interested than you (he cried during K3G because of his daddy issues).

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who gets laughed at when he first met your family because his eyes were getting teary when eating your mum's food. With time though, he became used to it and can handle it better... until he tastes your grandma's food and it's over for him.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who didn't get to see you with your hair oiled up in the beginning of your relationship because you were scared the scent would be too much for him, but it has now become a routine. He literally drives you to your mom's for your usual head/hair oil massage, and watches intently how your mama does it, so he can do it for you later (that's so husband coded of him omggg).

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who watches you with unwavering attention every time you get ready, mesmerized by the way your bangles slide down your wrists and the soft clinking sound they make. His gaze lingers as you adjust your dupatta, taking his time to memorize every delicate movement.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who's obsessed with the feel of your bangles against his skin—when your hands trail over his chest or cup his face, the cold metal pressing into his warm skin. Sometimes, he holds your wrist just to play with them absentmindedly, rolling each bangle between his fingers like it’s his favorite toy.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who secretly practices pronouncing your full name in the mirror until he gets it right, savoring the way it rolls off his tongue. He knows how much it means to you, and when he says it perfectly in front of your family, the proud smile you give him makes every attempt worth it.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who always makes an effort to wear traditional fits when it matters, showing up in kurtas that hug his frame perfectly. He stands out, but in the best way—earning approving nods from the uncles and heart-eyed stares from the aunties who pull you aside just to say how lucky you are.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who thrives during family gatherings, blending in like he was meant to be there all along. The aunties dote on him endlessly, praising him for helping with the decorations or carrying heavy boxes during wedding prep. The uncles offer him drinks, impressed by how quickly he’s learned to fit into the chaos. He doesn’t even blink when the music starts and you’re pulled into the center of the room to dance. Instead, he watches, leaning against the wall with a soft smile, arms crossed over his chest as he admires the way you glow in your element.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who never complains when you drag him to fabric shops or markets, even if you spend hours picking out the right color or embroidery. He stands patiently by your side, occasionally giving his opinion but mostly just watching how excited you get. He'll sneak up behind you, whispering how stunning you’d look in everything. More than once, he’s slipped away to quietly pay for the set you were eyeing, only for you to find it in a little box on your bed later that night.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who's become so used to you calling him pagal (crazy/idiot) that he's started using it with his friends.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who learned how to drape your sari. Did it take him a while? Yes, but that doesn't count. He knows where to make the folds and where to tuck in the fabric, and that's enough for you. He even starts buying you new ones because of how beautiful you look in them.

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BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who's very committed to his bit (dance) and practices for days and days. He would act as if he's just doing it for your family and that's it's nothing, but you know he loves it.

BOYFRIEND!RAFE ... who turns into Nick Jonas for real!!! He's not complaining once about the amount of ceremonies there is. He's in awe of your culture and that's all.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who, after the wedding, is constantly making sure you’re okay. He holds your hand tightly in the car, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, always asking if you’re comfortable, if you need anything. Even on your honeymoon, when it’s just the two of you, he still can’t stop marveling at how lucky he is to have you.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who spoils you relentlessly. He doesn’t care if you insist he doesn’t have to—flowers arrive at your doorstep every week, jewelry boxes sit on your dresser, and he’s constantly booking spontaneous weekend getaways just because. When you scold him for spending too much, he kisses your forehead and brushes it off.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who keeps your wedding photo framed on his desk. He’ll sit and stare at it during late nights at work, running his thumb over the glass while thinking about how much he misses you. He counts down the minutes until he can come home, and when he finally does, he’s pulling you into his lap the second you greet him.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who brings home little things that remind him of you. If he spots bangles, dupattas, or anything embroidered with colors you love, he’s buying it without hesitation. Sometimes he gets the sizes wrong, but the effort makes you melt every time.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who’s absolutely soft when it’s just the two of you. His tough, cocky exterior melts the second you’re alone. He’ll wrap himself around you, burying his face in your neck as you stroke his hair. He’s happiest when he’s in bed with you, legs tangled together under the covers, whispering about how he’s never letting you go.

HUSBAND!RAFE ... who always keeps his promises. No matter how chaotic life gets, he’s there—by your side, unwavering in his love and loyalty.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Jamaai Ghar Aaye ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Summary: Lando and you go back home from your honeymoon. You hadn't realised how much your parents had changed in that short period of time.

⤑ ln x desi!reader 𔓘

⤑ fluff 𔓘

masterlist ☾☼

marrying lando had been a dream come true. it was something you hadn't expected, but god, you were glad it happened.

now, after not only getting married, but being back to india, to your city after your honeymoon really made you realise just how real the relationship was. the two of you had planned to stay in india for a week with your family, before going to monaco. lando had to begin with his training soon, and you had to get back to work. it worked out well for you.

standing just outside the airport, you quickly spotted your cousin's car, and the two of you dragged your bags over. your cousins stepped out, hugging the both of you, and put the bags in the trunk.

lando and you climbed into the back seat, where you rearranged the bags to sit in the middle, closer to where lando was against the window.

he immediately wrapped an arm across your shoulder and you leaned into him, holding his hand, enjoying the way your red bangles clinked against each other. he pressed a distracted kiss against your temple, his attention on the people outside as your cousin made his way out of the airport pick up and drop.

"so, how was the honeymoon?" your cousin in the passenger seat asked, turning from his seat.

you brightened up, and leaned forward to tell him all kinds of stories. your hands moved animatedly, and every now and then, lando chimed in with a part that you missed.

"are you pregnant yet?" your cousin asked.

your cousin in the driver's seat coughed loudly as he tried to hide his laugh, and you glared at him. smacking your cousin's arm, you said, "what kind of question is that?"

"what? the only reason you can have sex is if you're trying to get pregnant!"

lando laughed, "mate, how many kids do you have?"

"shut up! i don't have sex that often!"

"sure you don't," your husband responded, still chuckling.

"hey, stay out of my sex life!"

"you stay out of ours then! no no, better yet, stay out of your baby sister's sex life, unless you want me to tell you all about how i made her c-"

"no, no, no, no shut up! i don't want to know! i don't care! stop talking!"

everyone in the car burst out laughing. serves your cousin right.

all four of your phones buzzed at the same time, and you checked the notification. your mom was asking in the family group if you and lando were on your way yet. quickly clicking on the camera icon on whatsapp, and setting it on selfie mode, you snapped a picture of you and lando making goofy faces.

sending the picture, you let your family know that you were about five minutes away. all you got was a thumbs up in response.

tuning back into the conversation happening in the car, you realised that your cousin from the driver's seat was talking.

"there's a full daawat at home,"

"what's a daawat?" lando asked you softly.

"it's like a full meal. multiple types of starters and main dishes and desserts. that kind of thing," you responded, just as softly.

"why is there a daawat?" lando asked, his question directed towards your cousins. the confusion was obvious in his voice, and despite him slightly butchering up the pronunciation of the word, you still appreciated it.

your cousin looked at lando from the rear view mirror and smirked, "jamaai ghar aaye hai,"

before lando could ask, your cousin parked the car in the allotted parking space, and the four of you got out of the car.

lando fussed around with the bags, insisting on taking out all the local sweets that he had handpicked from your honeymoon.

"baby, we can give it to them once we go inside,"

lando shook his head, already holding the pile of boxes, "no. we gotta give them now. what's that thing you say when you buy chocolates or a bottle of wine or something when we go to someone's house?"

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile as you said, "khaali haath kisi ke ghar nahi jaate?"

"bang on," lando said, and walked towards the front door.

your cousins followed behind him with the suitcases, grumbling about their weight.

before you could even reach the door, your parents stepped out, arms wide and smiling. seeing them instantly filled you with joy, and you opened your arms as well to hug them. your parents sidestepped you, and hugged your husband, taking the boxes from his hands and dumping them in your open arms, as they quietly chatted for a bit.

you frowned, and watched as your husband leaned down and pressed his hand to your parents' feet before touching that hand to his chest.

well, at least sanskaar acche sikhaaye hai tumne.

your cousins laughed behind you, but you ignored them.

settling the boxes, you greeted all your aunts and uncles, and you joked a little bit with your cousins as well. you kept a watch on lando from the corner of your eye. he hugged and laughed with the entire family, and you couldn't help but notice how much attention he was receiving.

it made you happy. of course it did.

when your aunt called for dinner, you insisted that lando begin with his meal while you freshen up a bit to get rid of the flight feel.

picking your bag and walking to your room, you began winding down. changing into fresh clothes, you tied your hair, removed all your excess jewellery, washed your face and did your short skincare routine.

once you were done, you walked back to the dining room, and slowed down at the scene in front of you. lando sat at the head of the table, his plate filled with different delicacies. your entire family were surrounding him, offering him more food, and feeding him if required.

with a frown, you sat on the other end of the table, where your cousins sat, talking amongst themselves.

you began serving your plate, and every time you asked an aunt or uncle for a particular dish, they gave it to you without even glancing at you, and it only made you frown more.

as you ate, you watched the special treatment your husband was receiving from your family.

"what the fuck is happening?" you asked lowly to your cousins.

they looked at the scene that you had been watching. your mother was forcing gulab jamuns in his mouth, and you could tell lando was loving the attention.

your cousin sister snorted, "isn't it obvious? jamaai ghar aaye hai,"

you scrunched up your face as you watched all the gulab jamuns vanishing, and silently wished you had taken two beforehand.

sighing you said, "i miss when i used to be the favourite child,"

your cousins laugh, "it always ends up being the jamaai,"

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@partiallyderived this is for you! i got this idea a long time ago when we were talking about your dad basically seeing lando as his son-in-law. baba maan gaye ismein bhi ;)

lemme know what you think of it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04 ; @phobiccneel ; @winkev1 ; @alexxavicry

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jamil Viper: A Web, Tangled

Aaand here we go with the Relaxing in Room line of birthday cards :v d ehebkwjw It’s so funny that they chuck pillows to attack??? (By the way, congrats to this Jamil card overloading and crashing the JP server 😂)

For this series of birthday ficlets, I’ll focus on writing each birthday boy preparing to walk to school with the reader (since the duo partner barely appears in the vignettes). Can be read platonically or romantically, whatever you prefer~

Rise and Shine!

You lingered by the doorway, your eyes glued on Jamil.

He was preoccupied with glimpsing himself in a mirror set on a table. Before him were various accessories from a jeweled box. (Judging from the gaudiness of the massive rubies on it, it must have been a gift from Kalim.)

Loose tresses the color of dark chocolate tumbled down his back. When Jamil ran a brush through them, the sun caught and his hair tempered, turning lustrous.

You’d seen him massage his scalp with oil-slicked hands before—and again, he diid it, followed by some sort of a cream. The routine left his head moisturized smelling faintly of jasmine. Jamil never compromised when it came to hair care.

You often had to remind yourself that he was not a princess, entrancing as he was. The sway of his hair, the snap of his steps. Each movement, close to a part in a mysterious dance.

Jamil produced his magical pen. The magestone laid in it was as clear as a cloudless day, and the color of blood that had been left out for a little too long.

Now came the spectacle, the very highlight of your entire morning.

Jamil raised the pen as if he was a conductor waving his baton. A hush fell over an imaginary audience, a collective of breaths held in anticipation. This is it, this is it.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic flowed.

A trail of scarlet light emanated whenever Jamil drew his wand. The accessories laid out on his desk floated up, compelled, in a neat line. A band with a feather dangling from it, narrow golden bangles, flat beads that clinked like coins.

His dark locks lifted, dividing themselves into even sections, then into even smaller ones. They carefully twisted over and under each other, weaving into tight braids. Accessories slid on, effortlessly fitting themselves at his direction.

His intricate hairstyle assembled quickly, as if arranging the pieces of a familiar puzzle.

The red sparkles faded into a fine shimmer and then into nothing at all. As the last traces of magic settled, you bursted into applause.

“Bravo, bravo! Great show as always,” you said appreciatively.

“… That wasn’t a performance,” Jamil corrected as he set his magical pen down.

“It might as well be! It takes some serious skill to pull that off every morning.” You gestured to him. “And so fast!“

“Anyone could accomplish it with enough time and practice.” His words choice was humble, but there was a hint of a smirk in his tone.

A rare moment of triumph for him.

“Not just anyone. I think you’ve got a natural talent for this kind of thing,” you grinned broadly, “like a spider!”

Jamil’s neutral expression splintered, leaving jagged edges exposed. His left eyes twitched, pupils pinpricks.

“Excuse me? In what way do I remind you of a vile bug?”

“Hey, don’t knock spiders! You guys have similar skills. The braids, the webs. You make’m well, all nice and strong. No strands out of place.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” he groused, a hand on his hip. “I’d prefer if you didn’t compare me to them. It feels wrong.”

Jamil shivered. Not from the cold, but with repulsion.

You gave a laugh—soft against the rising morning sun. “Really? But you’re so alike in other ways too.”

His eyes narrowed into suspicious slivers. Mildly offended, perhaps.

“Elaborate,” he commanded.

“They’re hard working and important but under-appreciated,” you pointed out. “Without spiders, there would actually be a lot more bugs around. We should be more grateful to have spiders’ webs.”

There was a pause, deliberate. Then a gentle prompt.

“… Remind you of anyone?”

Jamil scoffed. It was as loud as a thunderclap in his suddenly cavernous bedroom.

“Maybe.”

Two syllables, clipped. An acknowledgment.

“Jamil-senpai…?”

He hurriedly looked away, staring at the wall for likely longer than what was deemed appropriate. Any more, whether in length or in intensity, and he might have burned a hole in it. His face, hotter than the Scalding Sands.

Your brows shot up. “… Ah. Could it be that you’re feeling embarrassed?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Something like this couldn’t possibly ruffle me.”

You craned your body, attempting to meet his gaze. But he wrenched away, denying that to you. “Then why aren’t you looking at me when you say that?”

“I need to get ready for class,” he replied dismissively. “So close the door and wait outside while I change out of my pajamas.”

“Now you’re just changing the subject!”

“Well, we’ll both be running late if we continue to dawdle,” Jamil warned—a tactful evasive maneuver.

His hands found their way onto your arms, steering you into the hallway. You turned back, mouth opening to protest, but Jamil had already sealed himself off.

Banging and calling out to him was no good. Kicking resulted in you gripping onto your poor foot and whimpering. You were left in a sorry state, back to the door as you rested on the floor.

On the other side, Jamil was surely having a little laugh. Cheeks still burning from the praise showered upon him, basking in the afterglow of it.

You sighed.

A spider makes its web to deceive flies into getting stuck in it. Jamil-senpai can be just as tricky.

[rainsiide]

IF WE’RE NOTHING, (WE’RE NOTHING.)

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི now playing Comfort Inn Ending - Jhene Aiko. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

“Why would you call it love when you knew that it wasn't?”

giselle x reader ⋮ giselle broke the weeks of no contact with you and asked she you to be her valentine.

warning you! ⋆ toxic exs, (kinda) heartbreak, some sort of rekindlement, manipulation, vulgar language

the gold bangle bracelet slipped down your wrist gently. tonight giselle had texted you, inviting you to a rooftop diner. she had broke no contact with you a few weeks ago and asked you to be her valentines. she told you to dress your best and meet her there by six-thirty. honestly, you were happy she had asked you because you probably would’ve sat in bed sulking and crying to the worst romcoms. taking a final look at your vanity mirror, you had hoped you were up to giselle’s standards.

slipping on some simple pumps, and a purse on your shoulder.

you shot a text to giselle before leaving your apartment, locking it behind you and making your way downstairs.

by the time you got downstairs you had no response from giselle. trying not to overthink it you continued on to your car and put in the address, driving off. soft music played in the car as your tires ran the street. cars ran past you like a relay, we all had somewhere to be.

finding yourself outside the building, giselle had still not responded to your text. maybe she was just getting things set up, yeah, that was all. walking through the glass doors you were greeted by a woman in a waitress outfit. asking how could she help you today.

“i’m with uchinaga.” you told her, quite anxious honestly. she gave you a smiled, then looking down at a rather big ipad to check with the reservations. looking at you and then at the table, she whispered something to herself. putting it down she looked back at you.

“you can follow me.” she proposed, stepping from behind the podium and making her way through the restaurant. several couples, the smell of wine, love, and more.

you spotted the all familiar pink haired girl on her phone. two menus set up, which her opposing side was rather messy. you thanked the waitress and giselle was quick to notice you.

“hey baby.” she said, standing up to bring you into a hug you hadn’t felt in some months. the embrace felt as though you would never let go. she placed a small kiss on your cheek, letting go and pulling your chair out for you. you smiled at her ladylike gesture, as you sat down across from her. it felt like your first valentine with her all over again.

as time went on a natural conversation sparked between you both. your main focus on her and, her phone. several buzzes and chimes had came through, and it was clear they were text messages. you tried not to pay any mind to them, clearly she wasn’t.

before the food came out you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom to “wash your hands.” as you got up you had infact went to the bathroom to wash your hands. but as you left, you went around to come from the side of the restaurant behind giselle. you just wanted a peek at her phone. it was open to the messages on her notification center but she was clearly ignoring them.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” one.

“will i see you tonight?” two.

“i miss you.. i wanna spend v-day together.” three.

“you were just responding earlier, text me back!” four.

and those were only messages you could see. you didn’t know if you wanted to throw her phone across the restaurant, or throw her. you walked around from behind her as grabbed your purse from the back of the chair.

“hey baby, what’s the matter? where are you going?” she looked frantic, scanning your rush to leave.

“don’t you fucking baby me giselle.” you said through your teeth. she stood up quickly trying to see you face to face of what happened.

“what the fuck is your problem? what is going on?” she said, her tone raising slightly. trying not to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” are you fucking serious giselle.” you said, pushing her back. walking out the restaurant. you didn’t know if it was the tears or the rain that were falling down her face, but you knew it was heavy, and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon

not many steps were made before you felt the rain stop and a hand on your wrist. her pink hair was still perfect. her features soft yet a tint of anger behind her eyes. the black umbrella shielding you from the cries of the sky.

“y/n those messages were nobody, i swear. you know i would never fuck around with anyone else. contact or no contact.” she said, her hand letting go of your wrist and gently touching your drenched face. you felt there was some truth behind her words, you didn’t know what words were true.

“trust me baby, i love you. you know that, and you know you love me too.” she stated. it was true, you always loved giselle, regardless of what happened between you. you would always come back.

“i know, but giselle.. you make me feel like we’re nothing.” you whispered to her, you wanted to speak louder but there was something holding you back. you wanted to say it with your chest but your heart rejected.

“we’re not nothing, we’re everything, you’re everything to me. you could never be nothing to me. i’d be nothing without you.” she said as she moved closer to you.

as she moved closer her breath fanned against your lips, the world was quiet and all you heard was your thoughts and her mouth. a gentle kiss was placed on her lips.

“let me make you feel everything on valentines baby.”

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

(So someone gave me this really cute ask from that one scene in Turning Red. You know the scene I accidentally posted without finishing it? Lol. But I will finish it now.)

You stared at your mother as she sat in front of her white vanity mirror. Her room looked like a showroom for an actress, except way bigger. You lay on her bed, just staring as she put on her lashes and tried a new red lip combo, only to turn back at you and ask if it was too much. To an uncultured fool, it would look like too much, but to you, it looked perfect—completely and utterly perfect. You sat up off the bed, nodding your head and making your mom giggle.

"Okay, okay, red it is, then." She gave you a soft smile. She looked at the different wigs in front of her—blonde, red, or plain black. Maybe she'll go crazy and do multiple colors. She waved her hand, beckoning you to come over, and you did eagerly, jumping off the leopard-print pink and black bed. You skipped over to her, and she showed you the wigs.

I was thinking about a bob, but then I considered something more scandalous: long blonde hair. But the pink one makes me look cute, like Jessica Rabbit, but with a hint of Princess Bubblegum. My mom was a bit of a nerd; she grew up watching old Power Rangers and Dragon Ball on TV, so it makes sense why she would raise a nerd like me. I looked at the wigs and picked the pink one.

"Gum!" You giggled, and it made her laugh she put you on her lap gently

"Great choice, sugarbutt," she installed the wig in her hair, making you hand her the edge brush. She made little heart edges that you loved. Next up is jewelry, dresses, and shoes. Your momma let you play dress-up with her in different outfits and styles, like she was your very own dress-up doll.

"How about this?" She posed in front of you wearing a stylish pink and black dress with little black ruffles and black butterflies on the long pink skirt. It made her look like a real-life Black Barbie; your mouth dropped to the floor.

"Too much? Or too little?" she questioned softly. You shook your head fast.

"Perfect!" You squeaked, giggling and clapping your hands as you ran over to your mom, who picked you up in her arms.

"Okay, what's next?" she asked sweetly.

"Necklace!" You snicker.

"And?" she asked sweetly.

"Earning!" You cried out, and she chuckled at your outburst.

"But you forgot one very special thing," you picked up little gold bangles, letting them jingle like bells, and your eyes shone.

"Pretty, right?" She placed them on her arm, and you stared at them as if they were golden stars. Then she stood up in front of you.

"Good enough for the red carpet, sugarbutt." And you clapped like she was already on the carpet, posing for the paparazzi and the Daily Planet. You were her number-one fan, and you still are to this very day.

[lewisvinga]

million dollar man | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; in the world of her million dollar man, y/n can’t help but feel like a lost puppy and stick out like a sore thumb leading to mess of jumbled feelings.

warnings; insecurities esp around money, reader is mentioned to be a healthcare worker/nurse

word count; 1.2k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; i can’t tell yall the amount of times i’ve thought of this fic ever since i started the born to die series 😭😭😭😭 but i rlly let out my obsession w these luxuries out here 🫣🫣

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

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“Why don’t you wear your new necklace? The one that your fiancé got you.”

Y/n could hear the smile in Lance’s voice as she stood in the bathroom adding the finishing touches to her makeup. “Yeah, because a Serpent around my neck would match the floral look.” She snorted, referring to the Bulgari necklace he had gotten her the week prior.

“I mean, you haven’t worn it yet. Where else would you showcase it for the first time other than your own engagement party?”

“Because it doesn’t match.”

What she said was partially the truth. The serpent necklace didn’t match her 3 thousand-dollar Oscar De La Renta dress.

It didn’t match with the gold Rolex on her left wrist or the diamond-encrusted Cartier love bangle, Juste un Clou, and the Van Cleef bracelet on her right wrist. Nor did it match the giant diamond engagement ring adorning her ring finger.

It didn’t match her white Louboutin heels nor did it go with the 20-motif Van Cleef Alhambra necklace.

It didn’t match her and that was her issue.

Y/n never even dreamt of the lifestyle she had been living ever since dating Lance. It was something so unattainable. The expensive bags, jewelry, cars, and private jets, she never even dared to dream of.

She grew up middle class, her parents having enough to be able to put food on the table, and have decent clothes, but not enough to earn them all the luxuries she has now. Sure, her nursing job earned her a decent amount of money, but the necklace her boyfriend had gotten her cost more than her yearly salary and that said enough.

She remembered the look on the faces of Lance’s extended family when they found out she did not come from another rich family and was just a regular pediatric nurse. They immediately assumed she was just with him for money. They talked and talked.

The gossip would become worse whenever Y/n would show up with a new bag or bracelet. She hated it.

She remembered when Lance decided to throw her a huge birthday party. He paid for most of it even if she protested. Not to mention, he gifted her not one but two Hermes mini Kelly’s. She remembered the looks on his aunt's face as she held a rare picnic mini Kelly.

“One for the money, two for the show, right?” He joked, chuckling at her shocked face, and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “I love you, honey.”

“You’re unbelievable, Lance. I love you.”

The same picnic Kelly bag he gifted her was the one she decided to wear with her floral dress. A springtime engagement called for a floral theme engagement party, hence the dress.

Y/n stares at herself in the mirror after applying her Dior lipgloss. She looked like a million-dollar man. She looked so strange like she was unrecognizable. She had the dream life of so many but had no idea why she felt so upset or heartbroken.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize Lance had been calling her. “Honey, what’s the matter?” He asked, concern in his voice as he walked into the bathroom all dressed in an expensive suit.

“I hope you’re not getting cold feet before our engagement part.” He joked but his smile immediately fell at her silence. “Are you?”

“No! No!” Y/n quickly exclaimed, turning around and settling her hand on his shoulder. “I’m not getting cold feet, Lance. I want to marry you and I will marry you. It’s just…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” He mumbled, grasping her hands. His dark eyes were filled with concern as his thick brows furrowed up. She still seemed hesitant to tell him what was on her mind. “Hey, I won’t judge you for what’s on your mind.”

Y/n sighed again as Lance gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “You know I didn’t grow up with this. All of these luxuries, expensive jewelry, even more expensive cars and bags. My nursing job can only cover so much. It can’t cover a quarter of what you give me.”

“And I don’t care!” He exclaimed, “You’re my fiancée. I want to spoil you. It’s my duty to spoil you. I don’t care what they think, I-”

“But I’ve seen the way your aunts stare at me.” She mumbled, looking down at her Louboutins. “I’ve heard their whispers. They just think I’m a gold digger who is only marrying you to have this lifestyle but I couldn’t give two shits about all of this! We could be struggling with money and I’d still want to be with you.”

She sighed as she let go of his hands. She turned around to look at herself through the mirror. “I see a stranger when I’m dressed up like this. I stick out whenever I’m with your family and they all know it. They never try to hide their whispers and they’re right. I don’t fit into this world, Lance. I look like a million dollar man but why does my heart still feel broken?”

“Y’know what I see?” Lance asked as he took a step closer to her, placing his hand on her waist. “I see the most gorgeous woman. Someone so unique and special that she’s like an exotic flower.” He chuckled, running his finger over the strap of her floral dress.

“I see someone who is so brilliant she used her brain to study to help children in need. I see someone with a heart so big, that she works extra shifts just to spend time with her patients no matter how tiring the week has been.” He continued, gently fixing a strand of her hair which made her let out a soft chuckle. “I see my fiancée, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with despite not growing up in ‘my world’.”

Lance leaned over and kissed Y/n’s cheek. “I see the woman who has always been by my side. I see the woman who will be the mother of my children. I see the woman who has stolen my heart from the day I bumped into her in that cafe.”

He spun her around so she was facing him. She rested her hands on his shoulder once again for stability as his hands held onto her waist. “I don’t see someone strange. I see you.”

She takes a deep breath, her pink lips curled into a smile as her eyes fill with tears. “You always know how to take a girl's breath away, don’t you?”

“Just yours.”

Y/n leaned up and pulled him close to kiss him, not caring if they were going to be made to their own engagement party. “I love you so much, Lance.”

“I love you so much, Y/n. More than anything else in this world.”

She leaned back down with a wide smile on her lips. She takes a deep breath and quickly glances in the mirror to ensure her makeup is still intact.

“Well, we can’t be late to our own engagement party.” Y/n chuckled, grabbing her bag and turning back to Lance. “Shall we go, my million dollar man?”

He kisses the top of her head as a smile matching hers appears on his lips. “Let’s go, my honey.”

[musetheapothecary]

can I see?

shidou ryuusei x fem!reader (nsfw)

She smears a sticky coat of gloss over her lips, marvelling at the rosy glow as she blows her reflection a kiss–the action interrupted by a fit of giggles. Music pumps out through the speaker by the sink and echoes off the sun-drenched tiles. She hums along to it, hips swaying and head bobbing, feeling unbearably light and borderline euphoric. 

A hot breeze blows in through the open window, carrying with it the bustling sounds of the city below and the scent of her neighbours cooking.

She tosses her hair, the bangles on her wrist chiming pleasantly with each motion, eyeing her permanent smile in the mirror.

There are flecks of toothpaste too high up to be caused by her and she clicks her tongue, but even her boyfriend’s messiness can’t ruin this moment for her.

It’s a Friday evening. In summer. And she’s going to see three of her favourite people in the world after a day of lounging about on the balcony with her book and a steady supply of iced matcha. Life could literally not get any better for her right now.

And then the front door opens. With a slam. Closely followed by the clatter of shoes.

“Baby!” Shidou calls, and she can hear the grin in his voice. “You still here?”

She huffs a laugh, smudging the glitter across her lids–artfully, of course–before raising her voice to answer. “In the bathroom, Ryu.”

Before she can turn to greet him he’s thrown his arms over her shoulders and buried his face in the crook of her neck, wicked eyes peering up at her through their reflection, right before–

“Ouch, Ryu–Christ, what is wrong with you?” The bite hurts, but her tone is light and buoyed with laughter. 

“Not sure you’ve got time for that list, pretty girl,” he says, before licking up the side of her throat, canines flashing white in the artificial lighting. She wonders if he can taste her perfume. “What’s got you all dressed up?”

He starts biting along the shell of her ear and pressing searing, distracting kisses over her cheek and temple, smearing her highlighter across his mouth. A rouged circle blossoms where he’d bit down, promising a bruise she has no hope of covering–not that she’s inclined to do so. 

“I told you yesterday, Ryu.” She rolls her eyes in an attempt to hide the way they threaten to tip back into her head. She digs a hand into his hair–soft, and sweetly scented, which means he’s absolutely been nicking her products again–and tugs in retaliation. All it does is make him moan, obnoxiously loud, right into her ear. “The girls and I are checking out that new food market, they’ve got live music tonight.”

Shidou hums, arms tightening around her waist. One of his hands spans nearly the entirety of her stomach and he uses it to pull her little blue halter neck up, up, up, until he’s cradling her bare chest in his palm, palming and groping without a single ounce of shame. 

He sniffs her, like a hound, long pink tongue trapped between his teeth as he grins. “Fuck you smell so good.”

She spins–not without difficulty–in his grip, looping her arms up and over his shoulders. His hand remains in place, the other coming up to cradle her waist. His hair is still damp, blonde and pink falling messily over his brow in the way she likes. There’s a dusting of red over the top of his cheeks and his skin is hot to the touch.

“Did you steal my shampoo again?”

He ignores her question, pressing his mouth to hers, messy and open mouthed, all tongue and teeth and lust.

She whines, feeling her lip gloss smearing over her chin and cheeks, and mumbles a stream of profanity into their kiss. He licks over her molars and sucks on her tongue before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. 

“You sure you wanna go out like that?” He presses a thumb and forefinger to the hollows of her cheeks and squeezes, giving her head a gentle shake. “Yer all messy, baby.”

“Bcs ‘f yew,” she garbles out through the pout she’s been forced into. “Ge’off.”

Shidou releases her face with a laugh before crowding her up against the bathroom sink, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her skirt before reaching around to yank her up onto the counter. “Oh yeah?” He presses his body flush with hers and cackles at her responding shiver. “Did I get you all messy? Can I see?”

[tarnishedsilverjewelry]

Happy New Year! I was wondering if you could write a Smoke x reader about the reader at a New Year's party at Johnny's house and Smoke tries to get close to the reader so he could give her a kiss on New Year's?

New years kiss

A/N: Im so sorry this is so late guys I had to draft this like 7 times bc I hated the dialogue I wrote:( ALSO ugh Tomas my BABBYYY also I also made y/n chubby bc I said so. ALSO HARUMI IS HERE BC I LOVE HER🗣️🗣️🗣️

Warnings: possibly ooc smoke and use of Y/n. Don’t like Y/n? Don’t read it🤍

Johnny had invited Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Harumi to a New Years Even Party. Johnny had raved about seeing the ball drop and having a night of simple, good fun.

Harumi, who’d spent a good portion of her life in a far off corner of the world begged Kuai Liang to go, because she wanted to experience a true American New Years Eve celebration

Kuai hadn’t been able to say no to her, and agreed to go but asked Tomas to come too since the last time they’d had a celebration Bi Han had nearly killed her. They arrived in a week early and Johnny helped them put together more civilian type outfits instead of their ninja uniforms

Tomas shifted uncomfortably in his clothes, he hadn’t had many chances to wear clothes like these since his adoption. Kuai was in a similar situation, but managed to get past it when Harumi would twirl around in front of Johnny giant mirror “Do I look American?” She asked, twirling herself into his brothers arms

“I was going to say ravishing, my lotus.” Tomas walked out of the room to ignore their affectionate nature.

Kuai Liang was dressed in a plain white undershirt with a long sleeved deep navy button up with matching pants and a brown belt with a brassy-gold buckle, matching brown dress shoes. Kuai Liangs sleeves had been roiled up to his elbow and the top few buttons left unbuttoned so everyone could see his undershirt peaking out. Johnny had lent him a gold watch and a few necklaces to wear to tie the outfit together.

Harumi had been handed a tight black dress with sparkling silver straps, a pair of black high heels (which she took a few minutes to actually be able to walk in), and a sparkly headband to help keep her hair back.

Tomas had a pair of black dress pants on, with black dress shoes, a black belt with a silver buckle, white undershirt and a black long sleeved button up. He kept his shirt fully buttoned but still rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Instead of gold jewelry he had a silver watch, a few bangle bracelets on the other wrist, a few rings he saw in the mall, and some of Johnnys silver necklaces

They had helped Johnny set up the party and greet the catering staff he’d hired to bartend and to feed everyone. People started arriving in groups quickly, and the music was blaring loudly. Harumi and Kuai Liang were dancing together happily, while Tomas uncomfortably slipped out onto the balcony

The music was still just as loud, but being away from the crowd soothed him somewhat. The beer bottle in his hands was mostly full, it being a drink he didn’t even like, clanked gently against the railing.

Happily detached from the crowd he saw a small group of women being welcomed by Johnny. He greeted them with big smiles and hugs, and directed them to a coat closet. One however stuck out to him. Long hair pulled into a slicked back bun, chunky gold earrings, a tight black sleeveless dress that clung to every curve of her torso, and her thick ass. The dress ended just below her bottom, and her thighs were clad in red tights, and she wore a pair of small dark red kitten heels with pointed toes and a shiny silver buckle on the top of them

Tomas felt his mouth dry out, and his pants tighten. By the elder gods she was gorgeous. Her small but plump lips were pulled into a wide smile that bared all her teeth.

Gods even her teeth were nice. He’d seen plenty of straight and glaringly white teeth in arriving groups. But hers weren’t. They were yellowed and slightly crooked, and fit her face much better than the ‘veneers’ as Johnny called them.

He needed to be close to her. Hear her voice, her laugh. He had to. Every fiber of his being was vibrating to be near her. He needed to see the crinkles around the corners of her eyes up close, see the smile lines around her pretty mouth, feel every curve of her body with his hands, feel her hands running over his body gently

She walked over to the bar tender and was poured a glass of red wine before walking over to her friends and talking happily to them. He watched them for a half an hour from the balcony, eyes focused spilt on her when she turned her head to look at him.

Tomas felt his eyes widen and face burn in embarrassment, he dropped his eyes to the floor as the air in his body left him. He hadn’t even gathered the courage to talk to you and he’d already wasted his chances. Fuck.

Slowly he looked up, eyes zeroing in on you easily, and you smiled at him. Tomas felt the blush on his face worsen, but he smiled back. He even managed a little wave, that made you smile harder your pudgy frame shaking from laughter. But you waved back.

You on the other hand were giggling with your friends, who were trying to get you to talk to him. “Go talk to him! He’s seriously like…transfixed by you!” One said. Another joked “I knew you were secretly a siren!” You snorted. “Oh…I don’t know. You know guys don’t really like me for…me.” You admitted ashamed.

Your free hand pressed against your bulging stomach, and all the memories flooded through your mind. “Girl, I love you. But those people suck. They’re painfully insecure douches who don’t deserve the time of day! Look, Johnnys your cousin he invited everyone! Ask him about the guy, since he never invites anyone but people he knows and trusts!” Your third friend said, already waving your older cousin over.

Johnny was your rock through every guy who’d hurt you, and you’d stuck with him even before he started directing the Mortal Kombat movies and his fame skyrocketed. “Hey! What’s up?” He asked throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Who’s that guy? We’re trying to get Y/n to talk to him! He’s like…in awe of her!” Johnny followed her finger and huffed.

“That my friend Tomas, he and his brother and sister-in-law are visiting from Japan. He’s really nice, and as much as I’d like to say stay away from him..I don’t think you will.” He admitted, pressing a kiss to your head and walked back over to welcome the last group of people to arrive

You were about to go over and talk to him, when a very familiar song came on. “Come on! You can talk to him after our song!” You laughed and let them pull you on the dance floor. You laughed happily, eyes straying over to Tomas who now sat on the couch staring at you

You danced happily with your friends, unaware of Tomas who was currently wiggling his way through the crowd of dancing people. His eyes scanned you up and down enjoying the way your body moved with the music.

It seemed your friend had saw him approaching and ended up slowly pushing you back towards him as the song went on, because one half step backwards and you were standing back-to-chest with him

His face was a deep red and his hands were stiffly by his side. You admired his face, and made the choice to grab his hands and place them on your hips. Immediately his grip tightly slightly, then you leaned back into him and continued to dance with the music. Tomas followed your lead

This continued for a few songs, and not once did your leave stray from each others face. His hands however strayed from your hips, and roamed your sides, shoulders, hands, stomach. Like he was mapping out your body with his hands.

You were a bit shorter than him, being 5’4” to his 6’1, and came up to just past his shoulders in your shoes. Tomas craned his neck to face you, and he struggled to not tear you away from the dance floor and keep you for himself

His hands pulled you to be more flush against him, and your arms went up to loop around his neck. Your fingers brushed abound the back of his neck and his jawline softly. Tomas leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

Your hands continued to brush against his neck, and his continued to wander over your body. You didn’t close your eyes, instead opting to map out his face in close detail.

You two were alone in your own world, when suddenly a hand try to pull you from Tomas. Startled you looked over to see a man, nondescript and boring grinning at you. He was saying something, but you could care less. Then he tried to pull you away from Tomas (who was surprisingly strong), but Tomas smacked his hand away with a glare.

Gently, so gently, Tomas pushed you behind him and away from the man. The man took this opportunity to try and pick a fight with Tomas and when people swarmed around them you were pushed off of the dance floor.

Your friends joined you and took you to the bathroom. There, helped you fix your hair, and pelted you with questions. “We were dancing, and it was like it was just us. Alone in our own world when this guy, who’s probably been deemed the new big thing because he looked young, tried to pull me away from him!” You scoffed, looking in the mirror to fix your lipstick. “But Tomas smacked his hand away, and pushed me behind him and then he tried to like attack him! I got pushed aside by the crowd.” You huffed.

You desperately wished that you knew where he was, or that he was here with you. You wanted to feel his hands on you again, hear his voice. But instead you let your friends pull you around and socialized. Eyes swiveling around for Tomas

Tomas pushed the man off him, and blocked his punches and kickes until Johnny came over and threw the guy out. A few women then turned their sights on him and swarmed him. Uncomfortably he sent Kuai Liang a desperate glance, and was thankfully saved by his brother and sister.

He departed from them and started walking laps around the house, looking for you. His eyes were slightly frantic. What if you’d gotten hurt? What if you were mad at him.

The night continued on, 9 turned to 10 and 10 to 11 and he still couldn’t find you. He’d searched every corner of every room, every crowd, the bar the catering staff, he’d looked everywhere he could think of. He glanced at his borrowed watch, 11:36, and frowned deeper. Kuai Liang and Harumi had migrated to the back yard where it was quieter. He’d seen them on his many laps around the house.

Tomas did three more laps around the house, and growled in frustration. Had you left? What if you left with someone else? What if you didn’t want to see him again? He chilled the time again. 11:49.

Finally accepting his defeat he took his original position on the balcony, staring out at the hoard of people. A part of him hoped to see you in the crowd, and rush down to you. He deflated further and checked the time again. 11:52.

At 11:54 he thought he saw you in the crowd, but she wore blue tights not red. 11:56 he saw your friend group lingering in the backyard, but no you.

He checked his watch again. It was 11:57, when he heard a little gasp. “It’s you.” Whirling around he was met with the sight of you. “It’s me.” He nodded dumbly. “I’ve been looking for you. I thought you left or got kicked out.” You admitted, taking a step forward. “No, I’ve..also been looking for you. I thought you left.” He laughed, slightly embarrassed.

You took another step forward, and his hands regained their place on your hips. “Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You said suddenly. “Ah, my name is Tomas. I…” he trailed off, voice failing. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck again. He pulled you against his chest again. He glanced at his watch again. 11:59.

“Would…you like to be my New Years kiss?” He watched a smile stretch across your pretty face. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to do a lot more than just kiss you. But sure. I’ll be your new years kiss.” Tomas blushed red, and you snorted.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy new years!”

Distantly, Tomas was aware of fireworks exploding and people cheering. But all he could feel was bliss. Your lips were soft, and the gloss you wore tasted like cupcakes. Your lips locked onto his left Tomas feeling a feeling of pure euphoria. Pulling away, you pressed your face into his shoulder. “Happy New Years, Y/n” “Happy New Years, Tomas.”

Bonus! Dialogue between kombatants

Tomas: Thank you for inviting me to your party Johnny. I had a wonderful time!

Johnny: More like you and Y/n had a wonderful time!

Johnny: Still can’t believe you’re hooking uo with my baby cousin!

Tomas: We’re not just hooking up!…Whatever that is

Raiden: You’ll have to introduce us to your new infatuation, Tomas

Tomas: Yes I think you’ll get along very well

Tomas: Do you know what ‘hooking up’ is Johnny says Y/n and I do that

Raiden: Uhhh..ask Johnny

[talesfrommedinastation]

Let's talk about Chrisjen Avasarala's outfits in The Expanse

The first time we ever meet Deputy Undersecretary of the United Nations, Chrisjen Avasarala, she's chilling out in her fancy, cozy house, checking out her outfit and hair in the mirror, and playing with her grandson. She's rocking a lovely gold sari, huge earrings, and big ol' bangles.

Minutes later, she's still wearing that gorgeous shimmering outfit...as she's at a UN Black Site, interrogating a Belter terrorist who is being tortured using gravity.

(The whole scene is a masterclass in character introduction of a feminine, refined, powerful, badass. 10/10 writing).

But I want to talk Avasarala's outfit right here.

Saris are up to 9 feet in length and are often elegantly draped. You NEED gravity and resources to make the fabric work. Especially shimmering silky fabrics like that.

Doubly so for jewelry. Earrings cannot be worn like that under space helmets (I say from experience being an earring lover and motorcycle enthusiast) lest they damage the wearer or break. Bracelets would be impractical in space too, especially the bigger ones that clank and announce someone's presence, like Avasarala.

Point in, Avasarala marching in full regalia like that to a Belter is full flaunting of not only her heritage, but Earth's power and role. She is wearing a beautiful, rich, cultured outfit no Belter could ever wear in their lifetime and she knows it.

[heyitsreyyy]

black coffee with sugar

in which an outlaw used to living by his lonesome is challenged by a pretty smile.

A loud bark of a yell interrupts the serene silence of what was about to be her fluid grand escape. A figure tall and toned marches into the train car, weapon drawn and eyes scanning feverishly, they land on her hustling form stilling her with his strong gaze " you headin' somewhere darlin?" he drawls eyeing her and her prepared suitcase suspiciously. She looks over his broad shoulder at his men dispersing themselves among the train, " as a matter of fact I am, I suppose I've backed myself in a bit of a corner" she gestures towards the end car shed been planning to jump off from blocked off. He smirks his hat dipping slightly " why you do look like you've gotten yourself in a real bind, id offer you some help, but I'd have to warn you I may be more trouble than help." he says tone light. She grins back plump lips curling, " that's fine hun I don't think I'm in much of a position to be picky." she outstretches a polished hand bangles chiming to make a delightful bell sound " y/n" she introduces. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her outstretched hand, the bangles on her wrist catching the light of the kerosene lamp. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth as he steps closer taller stature looming over her " Hun, huh?" he challenges low and smooth. He doesn't rush to take her hand letting his gaze wander over her, taking in the fine fabric of her dress, how it clings to her soft curves, and the glint of gold peeking from the large suitcase resting next to her feet. Finally, he reaches out, his large hand swallowing hers, his grip firm but not harsh, his fingers are calloused and scarred, the roughness a contrast to her soft warm skin. " Suguru Geto" he introduces himself, taking her in once again " Now why don't you tell me what a pretty thing like you is doin' on a train car full of rich bastards, and why are you so eager to get off it?" his dark eyes flick back to the suitcase, gold practically screaming at him. He's intrigued but he's not going to jump the gun, he's patient and calculated and he's not about to let her sweet smile and bangles distract him from the fact she's clearly got something to hide. She matches his gaze boldly as she answers looking down at the suitcase, he'd flickered his gaze to several times " let's just say were common minded" she gestures her head towards the next train car over full of rich socialites. " but don't worry, I'm not greedy I'll give you a little cut for helping me slip out" she says overly sweetly, shifting the suitcase of esteemed jewelry. Suguru's smirk deepens at her boldness his violet eyes narrowing as he takes in her confident demeanor. He doesn't miss the way she matches his gaze, her own eyes glinting with mischief that mirrors his own. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under his scrutiny, and it only makes him more intrigued.

" Common-minded, you say?" he muses, his tone teasing but thoughtful. He steps closer his boots clicking against the floor as he leans in, his voice dropping " You and me, sweetheart, might just get along real well. But let's get one thing straight- I don't do ' little cuts', If I'm helpin' you slip out of here, I'm takin' my fair share. And trust me, it's gonna be more than a 'little' ".

His hand tightens around hers slightly, his calloused fingers brushing against hers in a way that can almost be mistaken for possessive. He doesn't let go just yet; his gaze locked on hers as he sizes her up. Shes bold sure but she needs to know she doesn't have the upper hand.

" Now, let's see what you're really packin' " he says voice smooth but firm as he releases her hand and gestures towards the suitcase. " if we're gonna be partners in crime, I need to know what im gettin' into. And don't try to sweet talk me, sugar. I've been around long enough to know when someone's tryin' to pull a fast one."

She lets out a hum of surprise at his demeanor, impressed, sitting the suitcase down and gesturing for him to kneel beside her, lightly patting the floor " don't worry i won't skimp you" she eyes him up and down " though you don't look low on cash" she teases. she pops the suitcase open with a satisfying click the layering gold and jewels sparkling, she lets him get a glance before popping it back shut, resting the suitcase against her full hip. She dramatically frowns addressing his later comment " ah what a shame sweet talk is my specialty yknow' " she teases lips curling up to expose small dimples.

" Low on cash?'' he repeats, his tone low with mock offense as he leans back on his heels his kneeled tall frame towering over her " Sugar, you'd be surprised how expensive it is to keep a compound full of outlaws fed and armed. But i aint' complainin'- this little haul of yours might just make my week.''

He watches her snap the suitcase shut, his eyes lingering on the way she rests it on her hip, the movement effortless despite the weight. Theres something about the way she carries herself- confident, unshakable- that's drawing him in a little more than he'd like to admit.

" Sweet talk's your specialty, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and teasing as he leans in closer " Well, sugar, you're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna get on my good side. Ive heard every line in the book, and I aint easily impressed." His lips curl into a smirk of his own his gaze dropping to her plump lips and the soft dimples that appear when she smiles. Shes playing a dangerous game and he's more than willing to play along- for now.

" But I'll tell you what" he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper " You keep talkin' sweet and i might just let you keep a little extra for yourself. Just don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger. I'm a hard man to please, y/n". He stands then, his tall frame shadowing her as he offers her a hand to help her up. His grip is firm, and he speaks " Now, lets get you out of here sweet thing."

She takes his hand gracefully making sure to linger her hold longer than necessary leaning slightly against him on her way up. She crouches slightly dusting her knees off before she speaks slyly " Do lead the way Mr. Geto."

Suguru's smile deepens as he feels her hand linger in his, her touch warm and deliberate. He doesn't miss the way she leans into him as she rises, her body brushing against his for just a moment longer than necessary. It's a subtle move but not one that goes unnoticed by him. His violet eyes flicker down to her, his gaze sharp and calculating, though there's a hint of amusement in them now.

" Mr. Geto, huh?'' he hums, his voice low and smooth as he releases her hand, though he makes no move to step back. He's close enough where she can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of tobacco and leather and a heavy earthier herb smell wrapping around her like a cloak. " Sounds awfully formal for someone who's just about to become my partner in crime. You can call me Suguru, sugar. 'Mr. Geto' makes me sound like some stuffy banker. "

He takes a step back then, his tall frame moving with fluid grace as he gestures towards the door of the adjacent train car. " Now, let's get movin' were loosin' daylight" his tone is casual almost nonchalant, but there's a sharpness to his words hard to ignore. As he leads the way, his boots clinking, he glances back at her over his shoulder, his smirk returning. " Keep up, sugar" And try not to make too much noise with those bangles of yours. Wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention".

As they move through the train car, Suguru's hand rests on the hilt of one of his pistols, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. He's calm, collected, but there's a tension in his posture that's hard to miss. He breaks her observations " You got a plan for where were goin' once were off this train?" he asks glancing at her " Or are you just wingin' it? 'Cause I gotta say, sugar, wingin' it aint exactly my style."

She eyes him beginning to glance over her shoulder as well checking the coast small footsteps as quiet as a barn mouse " Awfully brave of you to ask me for instructions" she starts " and here i saw you as the commanding type" she ponders quickly " I have a few ideas if you need." She gestures for him to scooch along trained ears picking up a distant sound.

Sugurus grin widens at her teasing, his violent eyes glinting with amusement as he glances back at her. " Brave, huh?' he challenges lightly " Sweetheart, Im the commanding type but even I know when to ask for directions. 'Specially when im dealin' with someone who's got a few tricks up their sleeve." He doesn't miss the way her small footsteps are almost silent, her movements quick and precise. Its impressive, and it only adds to the intrigue she's already sparked in him. When she gestures for him to move along he doesn't hesitate, his tall frame moving with a fluid grace as he follows her lead.

" Alright, sugar," he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leans in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. " Let's hear those ideas of yours. You got a place in mind? Somewhere we can lay low and divvy up the spoils?'' he asks.

She nods answering him " I built a few hideout spots during my tinkering times; you got a directional preference, and I can provide a temporary hideout" she confirms. She looks down at the end of the train car there about to leap from preparing herself. She feels him lean inwards an amused grin painting his lips " Tinkering times, huh?'' he questions voice heavy with admiration and curiosity " Your full of surprises, sugar. I like that.".

He doesn't miss the way she moves with purpose, her hands steady as she prepares for the final hop out of the train. It's clear she's done this before, when she mentions the directions and several established hideouts, he lets out a delighted laugh " Directional preference?" he muses, looking off at the scenery to ponder quickly before he responds " Southwest. Theres a town a bit past the canyons. We'll go to my spot I'm not sure if I trust your tinkering builds, sweetheart" he says tone lightly distrusting. He holds out his palm " Now, let's get movin!".

She only eyes his palm for a moment before taking it, allowing him to tug her off with him wrapping his arms around her waist and taking the brunt of the speedy fall, there close bodies suffering a few weak rolls from the drop. As they both get their wits together, she hears him groan lightly, hands still firm on her hips from there tousled position. She leans in earnestly, moving his long locks to check him over," You alright their cowboy?'' she questions voice soft and smooth. He nods his head giving her hip a squeeze of reassurance " m' just fine sugar, you alright?" he eyes her noting her speedy recovery slightly surprised. She nods finally pulling away from him " I'm not the one who took the brunt of it" she teases. He eyes her looking her up and down momentarily before smirking " Youve done this before, haven't you?" he lowers his voice now somewhat raspy with amusement " Jumpin' off trains, runnin' from trouble- it's not your first rodeo is it now?" he continues.

She glances back at him " once or twice" she answers simply with a soft shrug " don't worry I've got a good track record, i won't give you any trouble" she teases lightly. He eyes her disbelievingly, " Honey I get the feeling your nothing but trouble" he quips, hat dipping as he eyes her. " Now let's hope we don't catch some trouble in town" his eyes narrow as they continue walking in the direction of the hideout.

She eyes the area before tugging out a wrinkled-up map from the inside of her corset " Its Tolkei , isn't it?" she questions knowingly, pointing out a spot on her map. She looks over to him and he nods impressed " You been, sugar?" he questions curiously eyes dipping to where she'd just pulled out the map, gaze lingering a little too long. She catches his gaze when it crawls back up and she nods " Its nothing to worry about" she pats a hand to his chest before moving it to give a dismissive wave " real small, the worst you have to worry about is the rowdy drunks. not much trouble." she eyes him mischievously, stepping forward to trace a finger across the base of one of the pistols he'd rested his hand on subconsciously grinning teasingly " though I'm sure you could handle it just fine." she finishes and once seeing him stiffen and face contort, she pulls back laughing throatily.

His eyes narrow and his throat hitches as she traces the base of one of his pistols, her grin devious. It's a move that's equal parts daring and teasing, and it only makes his intrigue in her deepen. He watches her turn her back to him hiding herself from his view of her lips parting. eyes wrinkling, as her bell-like laugh synchronizes with her shifting bangles clanging. He repositions his tall form to get a better view " Oh I can handle it just fine." he says, his voice low and steady, resting his hand comfortably on the hilt of his pistol as he steps closer. " But I'd rather not have to, 'cause when I start handlin' things, people tend to get hurt, and I'd hate for you to get spooked, Sugar". he lulls. He tugs them both forward, his palm pushing on her lower back momentarily, " Now hand over the map,I wanna make sure your not leading us astray, would be a shame for you to double cross me this early" he half jokes though part of his tone is stern he extends his palm in more of an order than request.

She rolls her eyes, sighing softly before plopping the map into his hand, " Lord someone's been unkind to you, I'm not dumb enough to double cross you mister." she motions between the two of them, his stature looming, pointing out how dumb the accusation would be. She quickens her pace annoyed but also to match his longer strides. He looks down at her a warm rumbling laugh leaving his chest " Unkind, huh?" he smiles amused, " Sugar, you've got no idea. But I'll take your word for it-for now". He hums as he digests her later comment " Smart girl, i don't think either of us would like what'd happen if you double crossed me. I don't get the roundabout from nobody- not even someone as pretty as you" he softens the end of his statement not wanting to scare her with his heavier comment.

She pretends the threat has no effect on her choosing to instead fan her face dramatically, grinning softly " pretty huh? why don't flatter me Suguru! ~" she drawls. He watches her intently eyes gleaming in interest at her silly gesturing, the soft laughter bubbling from her lips is infectious, and he is surprised to hear his own shortly after. He's not one to let his guard down easily but there was something about her that's making it harder to stay aloof. " Flatter you, huh? Honey, I get a feelin' I'll be real good at that. Why with that smile of yours and those eyes." he drawls " those eyes they're like a wildfire- hard to look away from and even harder to put out." he grins touching the curled end of a piece of her hair before backing away. " But don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger" he says sharp and knowing, " Im a hard man to please, sugar, and I don't give my trust easily. But I'll tell you this- you've got my attention. And that's not something i give lightly."

They continue on for an hour or two before reaching the small town, they catch no trouble and Suguru leads them to his hideout tucked near the deeper part of the nearby canyon. As they reach the hideout, Suguru pauses, his tall frame blending into the darkening night before he looks at her tugging her in " Welcome to one of my humble abodes, It aint much but it'll do. Now let's get down to business. You got that suitcase of yours and I've got a few questions. Let's see if we can't come to an agreement, sugar." he says voice stern but not harsh. She eyes the place momentarily giving him a soft whistle before turning to the table herself, she sits the suitcase down carefully between them, straddling across the bench to sit down. She does another look around to ensure there alone warily before popping open the suitcase again.

He watches her like a fox his slim eyes taking in every movement, how she handles the suitcase with care, the shift of her hips straddling across the bench, and how her pretty eyes dart around the room to ensure total privacy, finally shifting his gaze off to the glittering contents of the suitcase. He lets out a low whistle " Why didn't you hit the jackpot, sweetheart! But I'm curious how'd you manage to get your hands on all this? I know very well it wasn't legal." he hums intrigued. She raises a brow slightly grinning at his question, " Now why would i tell you that Hun? Wouldn't want you stealing my methods now" she tuts. He chuckles softly at that before eyeing the suitcase again " Alright Y/n, Let's get down to business. How much of this are you willin' to part with? 'Cause I gotta say I'm not the type to settle for scraps." he leans in. She taps her nails against the worn leather of the suitcase pretending to think before grinning up at him " what amount do you think your efforts amounted to?" she questions.

He smirks at her confident statement and if it was anyone else, he would of been much less amused " Alright then, I would say they're worth about half of whatya have in there. But since you're a lady, I'll settle for a third" he offers, eyes searching her. She lets out a hum pretending to think, " I suppose I could do a third but... I expect to be put up for the night, I'm not keen on moving at nighttime." she states firmly. He scoffs, offended look on his face " you think I'd let you run off this late?". He thinks tentively for a moment before speaking " Alright, a third, and I'll keep ya for the night, deal?"

She smiles proudly at his agreement, leaning across the table to extend her hand for a shake, the confines of her corset struggling from the position, chest prominent. She awaits his hand staying in the odd fold. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her extended hand, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he takes in the way her corset strains against her chest. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he practically dives forward, his rough hand closing around hers in a firm, possessive grip. He lets out a deep breath not flinching from the close proximity between them " Now about how to split it." he begins, and she answers quickly " Got a pad and pen?" she questions. He nods reaching into an inner pocket of his worn leather coat pulling out a small, weathered pad and a stub of pencil, he flips it open to a blank page calloused fingers parting the pages easily with a known precision before offering it to her. She takes it gently and he raises an eyebrow " You do know now's not the time to be writing me a love note right?". She rolls her eyes at the comment before beginning to write " I'm going to make a log, organize the items by worth and then distribute our shares based off that" she explains simply. Her pretty cursive taking over the bag as he watches intently. She finishes in a relatively short amount of time going over her list twice " I know your gonna ask to double check so go ahead." she assures handing the pad over.

Suguru takes the notepad from her, his fingers brushing against hers, he doesn't miss the way her pretty cursive sprawls across the pages, each item neatly categorized and calculated with a precision that's hard to ignore. It's clear she's got a keen eye for detail, and it is silently added to the list of things about her that intrigues him. "Well, aren't you thorough," he drawls eyes scanning over the list carefully " Your right sugar, I was gonna double-check. Can't be too careful. But I've gotta say, you've got a real talent for this. You sure your not some kind of account in disguise?". She scoffs scrunching her nose " Absolutely not, don't insult me Suguru" she quips. She stretches,hip popping before looking around "Suguru" she calls softly "You wouldnt happen to have somewhere to bathe here, would you?" she questions hopefully, eyeing him from the side of her vision.

He hums a reply deep and rumbling before standing up "Bathe huh? Your full of demands, sugar. But lucky for you, I aint a complete savage. I've got a spot to clean up, not exactly a fancy bathhouse, but it'll do the job." he gestures towards a side of the room urging her forward " Follow me". He pushes off from the table heavy footsteps leading the way. He glances over his shoulder shortly " Don't worry sugar, I'll make sure your real comfortable. After all, you're my guest. And I aint about to let a pretty thing like you go without a little luxury." he teases softly sincerity hiding in his tone. When they reach the small bathing area, he gestures towards the small wooden tub," There you go, sugar. Fresh water, clean towels, and a little privacy. Take your time- I'll be right outside if you need anything.", she lets out a pleased hum at the setup watching him retreat just outside of the door for what she presumes to be protection. The gesture makes her smile softly. She begins to strip her outerwear, long skirt pooling at her feet, she fidgets with the lacing of her corset for a few moments before coming to the realization it must have knotted earlier during there escape. She contemplates for a moment before peeking her head out the door slightly "Suguru, hun?" she starts softly " Would ya mind doing me a favor?" she gestures at the knotted lacing. The sound of her voice draws him from his thoughts and smiles softly as he takes in the sight of her slightly pouting barely peeking out the door, looking down to see the troublesome corset. He nods a silent answer to her question giving her a come here gesture. She shuffles over facing him so he can attempt to fix it. He glances down at her taking the top of the corset gently his large fingers fiddling with it carefully " Got yourself in a bit of a bind here dont ya honey?" he says softly.

She flushes under his watchful gaze watching his gentle fiddling with the knot, he breaks away from his focus on the knot to catch her fluster small smirk growing on his face " This knots givin' me a little trouble sugar." she's not prepared for what he does next his hold on the lacing tightens and he tugs her forward before leaning down to her chest tugging the knot between his teeth. It comes undone quickly and she has to grasp it against her chest eyes widening in surprise as she matches his gaze. He lets out a soft laugh " God you have that thing tight, how do you breathe in that thing." he eyes her clenching the material to her chest and he smirks " Looks like ya dont even need it from what I can see" he teases. Her flush manages to darken " I barely can" she answers truthfully. He eyes the corset as if its wronged him, poking a finger to the now weak boning watching her jump at the contact. He laughs lightly and she steps back slightly " Thank you for your help" she says softly quickly scurrying back into the bathing area. He smiles at her sincere thanks enjoying seeing a more mellow soft side of her.

She bathes quickly scrubbing off the evidence of their eventful day, she crawls out of the tub drying off before eyeing the garments laid out. They appeared a bit too large for her and she quickly understands why when she places the smell of tobacco and light earthiness. She slips on the loose top it rests slightly off her shoulder and shuffling into the soft linen pants that try to slip loosely off her hips. She slips out the door of the bathing quarters soft footsteps momentarily surprising Suguru, who leans casually against the wooden post of the bathhouse, his black cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes, shielding them from the dim light of the kerosene lamps. The faint sound of water splashing had stopped moments ago, and now he hears her voice, light and cheerful, cutting through the quiet night. " All done!" she calls, he doesn't look up immediately, letting the corners of his lips curl up into a slow, knowing smile. " All done!" she calls. "All done, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He finally lifts his head, his violet eyes locking onto her as she steps further out. The sight of her in his clothes brings a soft smile to his face despite their extremely loose fit. " You clean up nice, Sugar," he pushes off the post stepping closer to her, his boots crunching softly against the gravel as he moves in, "Though I gotta say, they do look better on me" he teases. She brings the shirt to her face pretending to recoil, " I did think the odor was familiar." she jokes.

He rolls his eyes nudging her in a testy way with the tip of his boot " watch it. although speaking of odor..." he gestures to the bathhouse, " it's my turn." he dips his hat softly slipping past her. He remerges moments later long black hair wet and clinging to his toned shoulders, dampening the thin shirt underneath. He interrupts her checking him out with a deep clearing of his throat smiling once she matches his gaze, " You look exhausted sweetheart, c'mon." he beckons her back into the hideout leading her to a closed off area. As they enter Suguru stretches lazily, his muscles loosening after the long day, and runs a hand through his damp hair, the faint scent of soap lingering on his skin. The kerosene lamps cast a warm, flickering glow across the room softening the rough edges of the place. He glances over at her, who's already made herself comfortable on the cot he quickly set up, her hair still damp from the bath they'd taken turns with. He eyes her amused " you look like your about to drop, sugar." he teases. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with those sharp violet eyes. He watches her sink further into the cot eyes heavy but not wanting to fully have her guard down quite yet. It's a smart move and one he can relate too but still he's itching to see just how far shell let her guard down around him.

" You know" he starts, stepping closer to the cot " Your welcome to share the bedroll with me. It's a bit more comfortable than that old cot. 'Course I aint exactly the type to cuddle, but I'll make an exception just for you, sugar.", his smirk is sharp, his tone teasing, but there's a hint of something more in his eyes. She eyes him unimpressed, turning her back to him as her reply. His smirk softens " Alright then y/n, get some rest, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And don't worry- I'll keep an eye out. I'll keep ya safe" he states tone light. She mumbles out a soft " Goodnight Suguru" before quickly dozing. he calls back giving her a " Sweet Dreams, Sugar" himself far from sleep.

As the night progresses, she tries to sleep but the night wind blowing through the hideout and her wet hair causes her to shiver violently, sleep now far from her grasp. She tries to push through it for an hour or two before grumbling and crawling over to his bedroll. Suguru's sharp eyes catch the poorly veiled shivers that run through her body as the night wind sweeps through the hideout, a night chill settling in the room. He's been pretending to sleep, but the truth is, he's been keeping one eye on her ever since they settled in for the night. When she finally gives up on pushing through the cold and moves towards his bedroll, the thought to stop her doesn't even cross his mind. He shifts slightly, making room for her without hesitation. His smirk is faint but unmistakable in the dim light. " Could've just asked, yknow'. I don't bite. Well, not unless you ask me to." his words are teasing but there's a softness to them as he glances down at her. He watches the shivers still course through her with a frown, eyebrow slightly creasing in worry, he offers up his warmth. Shes much too cold to do her usual teasing back so she settles on accepting his warmth burrowing against him with a soft " thank you", shivering beginning to stop.

Suguru watches her shivers begin to cease, her body leaning into his warmth. For a moment he's caught off guard by the vulnerability in her voice, the way she softens just enough to let him see the girl behind the bravado. It's not often he sees this side of someone, and it stirs something in him- something he's not entirely sure he wants to acknowledge." Don't mention it." he murmurs softly his arm tightens around her instinctively, pulling her closer as if to shield her from the cold. He glances down at her, his dark eyes softening slightly as he takes in the way she's curled into him, her body seeking his warmth. It's a rare moment of quiet between them, a break from the usual banter and tension. For a moment, he lets himself relax, his sharp edges softening just enough to let her in. "You're not used to this, are you?" he asks, his voice low and soft as he looks down to her. " The cold, I mean. You're not from around here, are you, sugar?" his tone is casual, but curiosity is softly laced into his words.

She nods in confirmation, head nearly against his chest. " I came down from i/t, it's a lot colder here." She answers before softly grinning opening one eye to look up at him " am i that obvious?" she jokes. Suguru smiles softly at her peek and grin, he leans further in, " Obvious? Nah, Sugar". He lets out a soft breath thinking for a moment " i/t, huh? that's a long ways from here, can't have your pretty self traveling with all that gold by your lonesome, can we?" he says softly exhaustion starting to hold in his tone. She nods sleepily " some protection would be nice" Suguru watches her fight exhaustion softly dozing in and out " Some protection huh, well aren't you lucky then sweetheart?". She smiles softly humming against his chest, feeling him adjust loosely wrapping an arm around her waist, she murmurs out a soft " night." before she feels herself doze off. Suguru feels her body relax against him, he relaxes against her, the smell of cherry and lily filling his senses, he pulls her form closer resting his head above hers, "Night, Sugar".

Authors Note: This is my first writing so please let me know if there were any mistakes or if you have any requests or recommendations! I'd love to make this a series if anyone is interested.

[bebemoon]

major arcana looks: THE HIGH PRIESTESS | khaite "romee" open-backed draped merino wool gown, marina eerrie "sacred" natural silk dress w/ hood, knobbly studio pearl double threader, knobbly studio silver mismatched fluted perfume funnel & holder earrings, di petsa silver metal belt, yvmin gemstone mesh fingertip rings, silver ewer (c. 19th cent.), kindred black "porphyria's lover" natural perfume, middaia "cathedrale pearl chains" necklace, schiaparelli surreal jewelry-pierced half-mask, alighieri "the ancient incantations" sterling silver bangle bracelet, alighieri "the ancient incantations" sterling silver ring, victorian silver hand mirror, laura benson "god seeds" pomegranate archival matte print

[lorddocmarten]

🦇Tips for Dressing Goth on Low-Spoons Days🦇

Note: I am low-support needs disabled, and what works for me might not work for you. I am not a doctor and cannot offer medical advice!

Black hair, baby. I dye my roots with $1.25 men's beard dye from the 'tree now, so that's pretty cost-effective, and you don't have to do anything for your hair to look 'goth'. I wouldn't recommend a mohawk because for it to look maximum cool, you have to style it, and that can take a while. My haircut now is shaved on the sides with short bangs and it looks goth even if I don't style it. It requires minimum maintenance, too.

Pre-layered accessories. Many necklaces- especially ones marketed for 80s costumes- are pre-layered and you only have to work with one clasp. Maximum style for minimum effort. You can find layered necklaces on Amazon, at Halloween stores, and I've even seen them in the costume section of thrift stores. There are also bangle stacks that function the same way.

Strega Fashion and Lagenlook- this might work for wheelchair users, depending on how long your flowy elements are. Lots of tunics and skirts and sweaters and fancy hooded tops, etc. Think of a dark, witchy vibe. Very comfortable and can be easy to style with clothes-you-find-at-Wal-Mart, and relatively cheap.

Nails. I LOVE having long dark red nails for maximum 'spoiled vampire prince' vibes, but sometimes having acrylics or press-ons can be too expensive, impractical, or maybe too femme for you. Whatever the case, I have more recommendations than your standard black nail polish- there's silver nail polish that makes your nails look mirror-like, red nail polish of all shades, purples, etc. For a more masculine, deathrock look you could experiment with dark, zombie-esque greens, or even neon shades to stand out against your darker clothing. Painting my nails can be hard for me due to my coordination issues, so I keep Q-tips nearby and soak them in acetone to clean up the edges.

Eyeliner- they sell jumbo eyeliner sticks and you can basically roll that about your eyes, smudge with your finger, and call it done in about one minute. I have yet to find a sharpener to go with mine, which is unfortunate, but these would seemingly be the way to go when you don't have the spoons to pull out the white base and all that.

Shave your eyebrows. Not necessarily for everybody, but it gives a more alien or 'more human than human' vibe to your look without makeup and makes me look infinitely more goth even in jeans and a t-shirt. YMMV.

Piercings, if you want them, can get them, won't affect your job, etc.- these always look pretty alternative especially when combined with each other. These combined with the black hair will do the job for you, in my opinion. I currently only have my ears double pierced but plan on getting my septum done soon.

[whencyclopedia]

Beauty in the Bronze Age - Minoan & Mycenaean Fashion

Dress and appearance in Bronze Age Greece (c. 3100 BCE - c. 1100 BCE) played a part in defining gender roles and emphasising idealized beauty that planted the seed for modern-day standards. The Minoans turned the island of Crete into a Mediterranean powerhouse and dominated Aegean culture until around 1450 BCE when the Mycenaean civilization from the Greek mainland peaked and wrested control. Frescoes and figurines uncovered from this era reveal a fabulously colourful society that expressed itself through fashion, hair, and accessories. Both Minoan and Mycenaean women sought a pinched waist to achieve the epitome of a feminine aesthetic. The fashion of Mycenaean men, however, expressed their warlike temperament, in contrast to their Minoan counterparts, who embodied display and splendour.

Minoan Women

Women are heavily represented amongst the archaeological finds from Knossos, Akrotiri, and other Minoan hubs. One of the most beautiful examples is the Snake Goddess Figurine which depicts the archetype of Minoan dress. This woman wears a flounced, layered skirt that falls to the ground. Her bodice has short sleeves and a scalloped neckline which reveals and accentuates her breasts. This is mirrored in the colourful frescoes which emphasise bright, eye-catching fabrics dyed a myriad of colours. Bold primary colours – reds, yellows, and blues − dominate the pattern scheme. To get these shades, the Minoans took advantage of the available natural resources. Saffron – now the world’s most expensive spice – was used to acquire yellow and murex sea snails created a rich purple.

One of the most interesting aspects of female dress was the use of corsets or tight thick belts to create an hour-glass figure. Artworks suggest that the wasp-waist was highly idealised in Minoan culture and body modification may have been implemented to achieve this. Corsets have, of course, gone in and out of fashion in the thousands of years since their early Cretan use. Minoan women also wore jewellery to frame their features. Hoop earrings, necklaces, and bangles were all popular forms of expression and decoration − gold and glass beads were used to give outfits that glamourous touch.

In the frescoes, women have black hair braided into long tendrils or locks. Their skin, in contrast, is typically a pale white, implying that the ideal women would have spent significant time indoors and that the archetype of feminine beauty could be obtained by focusing on domestic duties.

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