#i have many thoughts about this outfit...

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can you do something with singer!reader having a christmas special like sabrina and when she talks about her boyfriend it’s drew that comes out dressed as santa and everyone realizes immediately.

oh my santa drew ⎯ DREW STARKEY

authors note if you havent watched the nonsense christmas on Netflix you should hehe. thank you for the request lovie! its a great request since christmas is right around the corner. writing this was so much fun and adding my own little bits in there. there's a couple lines from the actual skit too.

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summary drew coming in as a surprised guest on a nonsense christmas.

warning(s) none just funny humor and drew dressed as santa

A Nonsense Christmas. 

This thought occurred to me one day at the beginning of this year. Christmas is your favorite time to celebrate, it was ideal. You've had incredible artists join you to perform songs and special guests for comedy skits—Tyla, Kali Uchis, Chappell Roan, and so many other talented guests.

It's been an absolute blast filming everything. The whole vibe of this small series is unbelievably funny and gets you in the holiday spirit.

Drew, your boyfriend, dresses up as Santa Claus in this skit. You wanted him to participate in this experience with you. He insisted on being Santa after you told him the final idea. No one knows about it except for the people working on set. Fans and the audience will be surprised.

The past few weeks Drew’s been walking around the house acting like Santa and going into character with his lines—No joke.

It starts off with you sitting on the single chair in front of your two friends, Alice and Max, talking about your boyfriend they haven't met. The living room set is decked Christmas out with a tree decorated behind you along with everything magical. 

"I can't wait to finally meet your man, Debbie, you haven't been hanging out with us since getting into a relationship," Alice asks, giggling at the end of her sentence. 

You quickly chuckle sarcastically, and Max joins in.

"No, I understand. Because we are doing long distance, it's been difficult to mix friend groups," you explain, making a combing hand motion. "You get what I'm saying?" you ask, leaning in slightly, squinting your eyes.

"Girl, I completely understand," Max shrugs his shoulders, offering you a nice nod of understatement, “I promise we will love him” he smiles.

Your face softens, "Aw, thank you both. I promise you, he will not disappoint," you wink playfully. 

Just wait till they see who walks through that door.

Your voice appears promising to them at that point. 

Your phone rings out of nowhere, and you pick it up; a mysterious boyfriend is ready to make his official entrance. "Oh, speak of the devil, he's walking up now," you shriek with delight as you get up from your seat and dance over to the front door—your famous tippy toe dance

Drew walks through the door dressed head-to-toe in a Santa Claus outfit, strode in with a jolly demeanor. His red suit, black boots, and fluffy white beard were undeniably festive.

Max and Alice exchanged puzzled looks, their jaws almost touching the floor. "Uh, is this…?" Alice inquired, her eyes wide in shock.

Debbie please be so for real...

"Is that Santa in front of me, or am I seeing things?" Before taking a close look, Max emphasizes the word "that." He squints his eyes and then turns to face Alice. "Yep, that's definitely Santa," he adds swiftly after reaching his conclusion.

Alice's jaw instantly closes as she tries to contain her composure and confusion over your boyfriend's sudden appearance as Santa.

"Guys, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Nick!" you cheer as you let Nick pass in front of you. introducing him to friends with a broad smile on your face. 

Max's mouth falls open, too stunned to speak. As she raises her eyebrows in amusement, Alice is attempting to piece together how this might have happened.

“I’ve heard nothing but great things about you two, It’s great to meet you” Drew says in character, pointing at Alice and Max. He smiles underneath the white bread.

Drew puts his left arm around your shoulder as you sit on his lap, putting your hands on your knees and grinning. You subconsciously find the Santa impression impressive.

With a gesture between Alice and himself, Max says, "Aw, same, um, as us..." pausing for a quick moment looking around, "Would you like anything to drink or snack on by any chance?" Curious, Max asks

Nick looks at Max and says, "Oh, um, maybe a warm glass of milk with." He sits down right away. "And a huge chocolate chip cookie topped with shards of sprinkles?" Nick added, highlighting the final phrase. 

"Yuck," Alice responds hastily.

You quickly drop your smile, looking at her. What did she say about my man?

Max frowns slowly and says, "Uh oh, I think we are out of shards." He then slowly turns, side-eyeing Alice—still attempting to take everything in.

When Nick sees that his clothing is covered in soot, he excuses himself to go upstairs to the restroom, leaving the three of you below until he returns.

As he reaches the steps, you watch him closely until Alice says, "Hey, this is actually insane but, um, that's Santa Claus, right?" She points up the stairs while posing mocking questions.

You look shocked in a moment. You respond, "Oh my god," while gazing at her as though she were crazy. You inquire informally, "What kind of messed up thing is that to say?"

The two of them ask you whether you are serious about the relationship or if it's a trick.

Max interrupts, "Debbie, girl, it's not messed up. Think about it, big white scruffy beard?" He was making bread motions with his hands.

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “well he decided to do no shave November, for your information.”

“And he has the classic big belly?” Alice tries putting her point clear.

Dramatically gasping at her comment, “And there it is, the body shaming begins,” throwing your hands in the air, Alice and Max make eye contact with each other wondering if your delusions will come to an end—Max quietly scoffs. 

"What kind of Mean Girls situation is this? You say, "Can't believe this," in an attempt to come seem as offended by their critical remarks. 

Alice mumbles to herself, "Okay, relax," as she scratches the back of her head looking around the room. 

You begin detailing his character and making it quite clear that he is Santa without actually stating so. When Nick came down the stairs, your two friends decided to stop commenting.

Max and Alice thank him for giving them gifts, and Nick flicks his fingers when he realizes he left something in the car and will be right back. "So, how does he make enough money to buy us all these presents?" Max glances in your direction.

You keep telling them that he described his exact job, but you were too preoccupied to pay attention and found it dull at the time. "If I'm not mistaken, toy manufacturer," you shrug your shoulders.

“Uh, Deb, you won’t be happy from what I’m gonna say,” Alice leans in, “that’s what Santa does,” she explains speaking in a high-pitched voice.

"Like I said before, he's not Santa Claus, his job doesn't even pay, and I don't—" You were interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the rooftop.

Is this girl okay? Max thinks to himself.

"Is your boyfriend on the roof?" Alice asks you a suspicious inquiry.

You laugh uneasily, "He's probably fixing something up there, right? He would have noticed something," you explain, "my partner can actually make something," smiling sarcastically, "like a guy," you swiftly shift your head over at Max, making a remark about what his boyfriend does for a living.

We weren't expecting to hear those words from you.

"Besides, if he was Santa," you pause, "then why is he so good in bed?" You cross your arms together, lean back against the chair, and give them a peculiar look.

The two chuckle in their chairs. "Oh, well, I didn't read that in the text," Alice replies drastically as though your remark had upset her.

A little while later, Nick shows up at the house with two gift boxes for your two friends. Your face lights up when you see him giving your two pals thoughtful gifts. Your words, "How thoughtful of you, my love!"

They had no idea how to find their gifts in front of them when they opened them and saw what they had long yearned for. You wonder how Nick knew they desired those gifts as you point to them. 

Everyone on stage and in the crowd bursts out laughing when Owen, who portrays Max, unintentionally fires the soft nerf bullet, striking Megan, Alice's character, on the side of her face. It was more humorous—Megan was fine, too.

Max and Alice, becoming all sensual in the moment, said they wrote letters to Santa Claus and just wished for them. You sigh softly and stare down at your feet. "Well, if he's really Santa, he would know that the only thing I asked for as a little girl was singing a duet with Shania Twain," you pout.

Is she coming out?

Is it my turn yet?

Suddenly, Shaian Twain enters the home door dressed as Mrs. Claus and asks to see her husband. After figuring everything out, you exclaim, "You are married?!" As you rise from your chair, your voice is full of shock and sadness.

Nick and Shain Twain explain their relationship and being open in sharing. Everyone in the living room is in a state of shock, except for Alice and Max. You quickly point to Nick, “He’s not Santa!” you raise your voice—voice cracking a little.

The audience laughs as they clap once the skit ends.

You giggle as you follow Drew after everyone has left the stage. "You did such a good job doing the Santa impression baby," you say, giving him a playful sideways nudge. 

He replies nonchalantly, as like he didn't need to practice, "Oh you know, gotta show them who the real boss is but it comes naturally."

You laugh, "Dork."

You decide to snap a quick photo of Drew before he can do anything else while he's staring at you from the couch in the dressing room with his bogus beard still on. You suddenly say, "Say cheese, Santa!" and take him by surprise.

You take a close look at the image on your screen, thinking, "Perfect for our Christmas card this year."

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[sunflowerwinds]

sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)

word count: 3.5K

a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3

— ONE

Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.

She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.

It was a bad habit.

It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.

Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.

“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”

Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.

“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”

You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.

“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”

The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.

You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.

“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.

You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.

“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”

“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.

The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.

“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.

You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.

Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.

“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”

You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.

“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.

She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.

“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”

A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.

She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.

“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.

The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.

To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.

“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.

You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.

“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.

“Card.”

You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.

“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.

The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.

“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.

“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Were you being weird?

“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.

“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.

You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.

“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.

“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.

You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.

“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.

“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.

You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.

Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.

What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.

You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.

You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.

Was she jumped or something?

“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”

Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.

“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”

Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.

“Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.

“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.

She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.

“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.

Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.

“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”

“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.

“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.

“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”

Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.

“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.

Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.

“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”

You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.

“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”

You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.

Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”

That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.

“Really? Where at?” You hum.

“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.

You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”

An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.

“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.

“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.

Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”

You awe out loud at the thought.

“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.

Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.

Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.

“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.

“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.

Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”

“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.

Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.

Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.

“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”

Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.

“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”

You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.

“I will. See you, cupcake.”

“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.

The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.

Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.

“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.

Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.

“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”

You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.

“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”

Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.

“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”

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[celiababy]

Ain't Right part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: It's the holiday season and Joel is a Scrooge.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (m!receiving), SQUIRT, creampie, threats of violence, alcohol

Celia's note: uhm hello??? what the flip thank y'all sm for all the love on my first post!! I got so many requests to make a part 2 so dinner's ready y'all dig in!!!!

Read the first part! > part 1

Jackson looked so pretty this time of year. The Christmas lights, the snowmen, the comfy sweaters and chocolate chip cookies; you loved it all.

Especially gift-giving.

To you, there was really nothing better than seeing someone's face light up when they open a present.

This year, there was someone special you planned to go all out for.

It had been 3 days since Joel Miller fucked you in his house, on his bed.

You hadn't stopped replaying the moment in your mind, especially the part when he finished all over your stomach.

However, it just so happens that after those amazing thirty minutes, Joel was called away by Tommy.

He had to leave and do something that you weren't allowed to know about. Undoubtedly some dangerous mission that pained you to think about.

So your victory was short-lived.

But, like the gentleman he was, he walked you home and made sure you were okay before he left. You wanted to kiss him goodbye, but felt too nervous to do so.

You don't know why—he literally had his cock in you a few moments prior.

Yet you couldn't, and just had to watch him walk away.

Now, you haven't seen him in three days and were starting to get serious withdrawals. Whatever he was up to couldn't have come at a worse time.

You finally had the taste of his perfection, now he was gone, leaving you to deal with your desire alone.

You tried to preoccupy yourself with helping set up all the Christmas decorations around town as well as baking an absurd amount of treats.

You also managed to get him a little gift in the meantime, stuffing it in the cutest box with the prettiest wrapping paper.

God, you hoped he'd come back soon.

And luckily, he did!

You had heard from Maria that everyone had returned from their trip—safe and sound.

She had also told you that she was throwing a little Christmas get-together at her and Tommy's house to celebrate.

She was careful to mention that Joel would be in attendance.

So, that night, you whipped up your signature cinnamon apple recipe and put on your cutest outfit.

You topped it with some fuzzy reindeer antlers because you were in a very festive mood.

As you walked alone to Maria and Tommy's, you were freezing your ass off in your skirt and sweater. You wore tights with your skirt in hopes that it would help with the cold, but who were you kidding?

You didn't care, though. You just cared if Joel thought you looked pretty or not.

You pranced up the steps of their porch, letting yourself into the house and getting immediately bombarded by the hoard of people inside.

Maria made it seem like it was going to be a small thing, but the entire Jackson population seemed to be in her living room.

Thankfully, Tommy catches you come in and walks up to greet you. "Hey there stranger," He grins, looking down at the dish in your hands. "What you got there?"

"Brought desert," You chirp, handing it to him with a proud smile.

"Well well," He muses as he takes the glass container from you, looking it over with surprise. "Didn't think you could tie your own shoes, let alone bake anything."

You roll your eyes before scoffing. "You're just mad because I can tie my shoes and bake something before you can conjure a coherent thought."

Tommy fakes a wince before chuckling. "Alright, touché kid. We're gonna be playing charades in a little bit so stick around, alright?"

You nod, having absolutely no intention of 'sticking around' for charades. Tommy wanders off with your apples, finally giving you a moment to survey the party.

Obviously, you were looking for one person in particular.

You squeezed through all the crowds of people, scouring what felt like every room in the house.

But no dice.

Joel was nowhere to be found and sadness washes over you like a tidal wave.

Was he doing this on purpose?

Torturing you by depriving you of his presence? This was hell.

You plant yourself by the special eggnog and down several glasses to take the edge off.

You were tipsy in no time, it really didn't take much. It was like Maria just dumped an entire bottle of vodka in the bowl and splashed some milk in it. It was disgusting, really, but it was getting its job done.

As you hunched yourself over the bowl, someone tapped you on your shoulder.

You spin around, your hopes high.

"Joel!—Oh. Hi Connor." The disappointment you feel inside displays clearly in your tone.

You're now face to face with the boy who has been unsubtly trying to sleep with you for months.

"Hey there! You look fucking great tonight." He flirts, a smug grin on his face.

You grimace because you know he thinks he's so cool, even though you'd rather die than stand here with him right now.

"Thanks." You say flatly, turning back towards the eggnog and pouring yourself another glass. For some reason, Connor takes this as an invitation to step closer, now invading your space.

You don't even bother trying to hide your disgusted expression. His cologne is attacking your nostrils, and it doesn't even smell good.

"That skirt looks amazing on you." His eyes unabashedly drag along the skin of your legs, making you shiver in disgust. He takes it too far when his hand comes up to brush your arm.

"You come here with anyone?" He coos, leaning against the food table like he was hot shit or something.

You couldn't stand this douche. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck off or something, you feel someone looming over you.

"She did." A gruff voice comes from behind you, and you immediately recognize that it could only be one person.

You whip around, your face lighting up at the sight of Joel.

His expression is settled into a natural scowl, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you both. Even though he looked scary as shit, he was so fucking hot.

You're instantly horny just at the sight of him.

Connor scoffs, looking between the two of you, but your eyes stayed glued to Joel.

"Really? Him? But he's like—an old man." Connor spits, which immediately earns a glare from you.

Just as you're about to cuss him out, Joel beats you to it.

"Walk away before this old man breaks your jaw." His voice is stern, not to be tested.

It makes your core tighten with need.

Hearing the threat that he assumes to be all too real, Connor doesn't waste time scurrying off.

You turn back towards Joel, a warm, relieved smile spreading across your face. “Hi,” You whisper, wanting to hug him so bad but holding yourself back because he wasn’t a big fan of PDA. “M'so glad you're back." You do, however, step closer into his personal bubble.

His face softens when he finally looks down at you, and you can almost swear you see his lips curling up into a smile.

"Yeah, me too, kid." He husks out, looking between you and the bowl of half-empty eggnog. "Enjoyin' yourself?" He asks with somewhat of a disappointed look on his face, clocking that you were a little tipsy.

"Now I am." You answer truthfully, beaming up at him. "Have you been here the whole time? I was looking for you earlier but I couldn't find you."

Joel shifted on his feet, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Just got here. Tommy was talkin' my ear off at the door." He explained, an exasperated look on his face.

You laughed and nodded, knowing you both shared that experience.

"Are you having a good time, though?" You ask, actually curious because he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else right now.

He shrugs, brushing a hand through his short hair. "This Christmas holiday crap is givin' me a fuckin' aneurysm." He huffs out with complete honestly, scratching the back of his neck.

"What? Really? Why?" The shock and bewilderment in your voice isn't lost on Joel.

He sighs out, knowing you're about to explain the magical spirit of the season or whatever.

"The blizzards, people spazzin' out over gifts, all 'cause some fat guy is coming down chimneys—s'all just ridiculous."

You want to giggle at how actually annoyed he sounded, but you hold it down.

Grouchy old man.

"I'd let you come down my chimney," you flirt, but then correct yourself. "I have let you come down my—"

Joel shoots you a glare, daring you to finish your sentence.

You know when to cut your losses, so you don't.

"Well, speaking of gifts," You start, rummaging in your bag to pull out your present for him. You hold it up, the pink wrapping paper making him cock an eyebrow. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge."

Joel feels an unfamiliar feeling swimming around in his stomach at the sight.

He slowly takes the box from you, looking at it like it was a puzzle.

He really wasn't expecting anything from you. But he supposed people who have had the other persons genitals inside them should probably give them something for Christmas.

He finds himself very pleasantly surprised.

After a moment, he finds something to say.

"Couldn't find some manlier wrapping paper?" He coughs, his voice low but it's obvious he's joking with you.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "Just open it!"

Joel somewhat grins at your impatience but finally starts to open the box.

That grin drops off his face after he sees the contents, an immediate bittersweet feeling swelling in his chest.

You're watching his face so intently, so scared that he didn't like it based on his reaction.

Joel pulls out the watch from the box, clutching it tightly. He's not saying anything, so you hear yourself start to ramble.

"Do you like it? I just saw that the watch you wear is broken so I figured I'd get you a new one. If you don't like it I can take it back."

You're starting to crumble underneath the weight of his silence, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay, Joel finally looks back at you.

"S'real great. Thank you." His tone is genuine, you can tell he's telling the truth. But why does he look so pained?

"Of course." Your murmur, your eyes searching his. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. "There's one more thing, actually."

Joel's shoulder slump. "You got me another present?" He asked tiredly, looking at you with disbelief.

A guilty smile paints your face before you gesture for Joel to follow you. "It's upstairs. C'mon."

He doesn't know how much more his heart could handle.

Reluctantly, he follows you up the stairs, wondering why you had a gift waiting for him in Tommy's guest bedroom.

You open the door and close it behind you both, purposefully not turning the lights on.

Joel walks into the center of the room, standing aimlessly and confused as to why you hadn’t flipped the light switch yet.

But then he hears the rustling of clothes and when you eventually turn the lights on, you're wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

His cock immediately gets hard.

"What do ya think you're doin'?" He whisper yells, trying to keep his eyes on your face but that proves to be impossible because your tits looked so good in lace.

"What? You don't like it? I bought it for you." You give him a 360 and he has to brace himself against the bed.

Fuck you looked good.

He sits down on the mattress, dragging a hand down his jaw in thought.

He's debating if he's really about to fuck you in his brother's house.

Why were you always making him go against his morals?

A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you before Joel snaps his eyes back to your figure.

"C'mere."

Got 'em.

You squeal excitedly before running over, slotting yourself between his legs and placing your hands on his shoulders.

In turn, his large hands come out to hold your hips, his gaze zeroing in on your perfect-looking cleavage that he was now eye-level with.

Just as he was about to slide his hands up to grope your breasts, you sink down to the floor.

Joel's puzzled as he watches you get on your knees, looking up at him with those mischievous eyes. He truly has no clue what you're up to, that is, until you bring your lips to the bulge in his jeans.

You place the softest kiss on his clothed hard-on, earning a groan from him.

Now he knows what you're trying to do.

He juts his hand out, holding you firm by your shoulder.

"You ain't gotta do that, sweetheart." Joel says softly, probably the softest you've ever heard him say anything.

Your body erupts in goosebumps when you hear the endearing pet name slip so effortlessly from his lips.

"I want to—been wanting to since, like, forever." You murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his inner thigh.

Joel wasn't sure what to think right now.

His past romantic experiences taught him that blowjobs were a hassle for women—something that they did only if they felt they had to.

But here you were, looking up at him with those wide eyes and wanting nothing more than his dick in your mouth.

You surprise him everyday.

His dick has literally never been harder, especially when you finally start unzipping his pants to let it spring free.

You gaze up at him again, waiting for his green light.

Joel had one hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed, while the other gently caressed the side of your head.

He offers a short nod of approval, already trying not to come just by the sight of his cock so close to your face.

You waste absolutely no time in grabbing the base of his dick with both hands, gingerly licking at his tip to warm him up.

Joel throws his head back, groaning at the feeling.

You tilt it up so you can drag your tongue all the way up his shaft, then bring your mouth down on his tip.

"Fuck," Joel curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open, not being able to look away from you.

Tears are falling from your eyes the farther you go down on him, the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat was making you dizzy.

But you don't stop. You're eager to please.

Your hands pump at the length you can't reach, while your warm mouth and tongue swirl around him.

You're too good at this, and Joel knows he's not gonna last long.

He can't help it when his hand in your hair turns into a fist, tightly gripping the strands like he was afraid you might go somewhere.

You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair forwards, forcing you deep on his cock. You bet he didn't even realize what he just did, based on the way his chest was heaving and his face looked so lost in pleasure.

You gag and more tears spill from your eyes, but you don't even dream about lifting off. If Joel was getting off on this, you were going to do more of it.

You moan, still keeping his cock in your mouth as you try to go even deeper down on it.

"Oh fuck—" Joel suddenly yanks your mouth off his cock, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.

You cough and sputter at the loss, looking up at him with that same fucked out expression you had last time.

"Why?" You manage to whine, wondering why he stopped you before he came.

Joel doesn't answer—instead he picks you up by your armpits and places you on the bed.

The quick change almost gives you whiplash, but Joel's surprisingly steady and husky voice guides you.

"On your stomach, pretty girl." He mutters as he taps your leg in a gesturing manner.

...Was he trying to kill you with that bedroom voice of his?

A whimper crawls its way out of your throat, your body having an audible reaction to his sweet words.

You flip over onto your stomach, instantly arching your back for him.

Being the impatient man he was, he rips your panties and throws them to the side in a lust-driven blur.

You literally didn't even care. Sure, they were new, but you'd just find another pair. The only two thoughts in your mind right now was Joel and Joel's dick.

Something warm and soft prods at your entrance before slipping to wedge between your folds, gathering up your slick.

You try to push back on it, but Joel holds you still, making you lose the rest of the small amount of composure you had left.

"Joelpleasefuckme," You sob, your cunt weeping for his cock. "need you so bad it hurts,"

You reach back, your hand finding his that was holding your hip and squeezing it.

Joel didn't want to admit to himself how much he loved the neediness in your voice, your obvious desperation made him harder.

"M'gettin' there, don't gotta beg me baby." He mutters, his hand that you grabbed intertwining with your fingers. His other hand was rubbing circles in the skin around your hips.

You feel that same sensation of his tip, but then Joel also brings his chest down to engulf your back.

You're already trembling, but when he begins to pepper kisses down the nape of your neck and back, all while slowly sheathing himself inside your pussy...

You effectively lose your mind.

"OhFUCKJoelloveitsomuch," You blabber, not having enough strength to hold yourself up anymore so your head drops into a pillow, muffling your moans.

Effortlessly, he pulls you back up so that your back is flush with his chest, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you secure.

You rest the back of your head on his shoulder as she starts rocking into you, letting your body go limp because you know he's got you.

"Can you take it or do I need'a stop?" He asks, his tone making you dizzier.

You frantically nod, turning your head to the side to look at him. "I can take it, promise I can," you muster out between moans. "please don't stop—want your cock in me forever-"

Joel chuckles.

God, he really never stood a chance against you.

"I don't know about forever sweet thing, but I'll see what I can do for tonight, yeah?"

You giggle airily, like you weren't all there, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Your eyes are closed for a second but you feel his lips on yours, hungrily taking whatever they wanted.

You passionately return his kiss, mewling into it because his lips paired with the slow thrust of his dick was enough to drive you crazy.

The stretch of his cock is as close to heaven as you're ever gonna get.

His speed picks up which means your moans get louder, and Joel has no choice put to bring his other hand up and cover your mouth.

There's still a party going on downstairs, after all.

"Gotta be quieter baby," he pants, even though he's not slowing down his speed at all.

You whine into his hand, surprisingly loving the feeling of it because it's like he's swallowing you whole.

You feel that tight coil in your stomach slowly start to come undone, and you know you won't last long now. You try to tell Joel, but his hand is muffling your noises.

All the sudden, he speaks in your ear—his voice low and raspy. "Don't want you doin' this with anyone else, hear me?"

...Well.

You weren't expecting that.

His words probably made you soak the sheets because of how wet you became.

He sounded so stern when he said it too, making your heart flutter even more.

You nod, tears pouring from your eyes. He lets his hand off your mouth for a moment and you immediately jump at the opportunity to speak.

"Only want you, only ever wanted you, Joel—m'all yours, always been yours," You mewl after gasping for air, your body jolting with each of his deep thrusts.

"Fuck," Joel swears, quickly but carefully putting you down only to flip you over onto your back. Now in missionary, he buries himself all the way inside you again before dropping down so your faces are centimeters apart. "All mine, huh?" Joel reiterates, and you can't tell if he's mocking you or maybe asking for clarification.

Probably the ladder.

You agree nonetheless, a string of yes's spilling from your mouth.

"Yeah, just for me." He pants, slamming into you with more vigor than before. Your cunt is constricting around him like a vice, he's—not planning to last much longer either.

"M'gonna cum," you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

When Joel hears this, he drops a hand down to rub at your clit, making you come undone altogether.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck waitwait Joel-" You feel something..unique boiling, but then Joel's expert fingers release the flood gates.

You scream as you squirt all over his cock, your entire body writhing with the overstimulating pleasure.

Your juices soak him. When he see's this, he comes immediately.

He groans as he finishes inside you, unloading into your snug cunt. The feeling is incomparable for the both of you.

Once the haze of perfect pleasure dissipates, Joel realizes what he's just done.

"Shit," he grits, pulling out and watching his seed drip from your hole. "Fuck."

You manage to sit up on your elbows, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Don't worry," Your voice is quiet and cracked—you just had the squirt fucked out of you, after all. "I've been on the pill since we had sex the first time."

Joel looks down at you, stupefied.

Eventually, he feels his heart start beating again and huffs out a sigh of relief. "Thank christ." He leans back against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair and thinking about how that was a fucking close one.

You're lying next to him, still trying to catch your breath. "That felt so good," You manage to murmur, your body still shivering from the after shocks.

After you catch your breath, you turn your head to look up at him. "M'serious about what I said, about bein' yours."

He looks at you and your serious face for a moment, then brings his hand down to gently ruffle the top of your head.

"Yeah, I know you are." His texan drawl prominent.

"I'd let you brand me with a fire poker if thats what you wanted." You say flatly, no joking tone in your voice whatsoever.

Joel is taken back by the sudden jump in intensity, assessing you to make sure you were being for real.

You were, and when he realizes this, he shakes his head. "You've lost your damn mind." He grunts, dragging a hand down his face.

You shrug.

"I think a ring would do the trick." Joel mutters, not meaning for it to have some kind of underlying message or anything. But you're quick to jump to conclusions.

"A ring?" You squeal, moving to lay on his chest which earns a huff from him. "Didn't know we were already goin' steady like that, Miller!" You tease, the giddiest smile on your face.

"I didn't mean—quit. You know what I was sayin'." Joel grunts, looking at you with an unamused expression.

You don't quit though.

"My ring finger is a size 6, would love 2 carats but if you can swing for 3 that would be perfect—also, I hate silver bands, it has to be gold—but make sure it's not that super yellow fake gold, I like more rustic looks, I mean, if that wasn't obvious-" You cast him a glance, alluding to the fact that he was rustic looking.

Joel rolls his eyes before gently nudging you off him, getting off the bed and walking over to your clothes that you discarded a long time ago.

You continue rambling from your position on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you recited, in extreme detail, how you loved oval shaped diamonds the most.

He walks back over and manhandles you to sit up. "Lift up your arms." He mutters, putting your sweater back on you.

"Hm, gettin' some serious deja vu right now." You murmur, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, yeah, hush." He grumbles before sliding your tights and skirt back on as well.

The act is so kind and heartwarming. You mumble a thank you before standing up, almost falling back down because your legs were still a bit weak.

Joel made a motion like he would've caught you, reaching his arms out. "Careful." He warns, planting a hand on your lower back for stability. You giggle and nod, regaining your ability to walk slowly but surely.

You guys tried to discretely walk back down the stairs, but with Joel's hand on your back and your happy expression--it wasn't hard for people to guess what happened.

***

A couple days had passed since Tommy and Maria's party.

You were finishing up some hand-made Christmas cards on your desk when you heard a knock at your door.

"Coming!" You shout, leisurely making your way to the front door.

When you open it, no one's there. You look around, only seeing a familiar male figure walking away in the distance. When you step outside to shout after him, you feel yourself kick something.

Upon looking down, a small velvet box lays at your feet.

You pick it up carefully, opening it to reveal a gold ring placed so delicately inside. The small note inside reads:

Merry Christmas. -Scrooge

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ᰔᩚ heeseung

heeseung was a follower, your personal shopping cart. when he takes you shopping, he is 100% prepared to follow your every order because for him, the day is all about you. he always insists on holding all the clothes you pick out to try on. “you grab and i carry” was is his life motto. when it comes down to trying on every outfit combination possible, he expects you to come out of the dressing room and give him a spin. you’d want him to give you his honest opinion, but he can’t find anything to critique. you simply looked good in everything, you had no flaws. this would end in you buying every item, and then regretting most of your purchases a week later.

ᰔᩚ jay

jay is the perfect shopping partner. he knows what items are the most flattering on your body shape, and he has a perfect understanding of your style. when he takes you shopping, he lets you take the lead until you find yourself needing his help. while you browse the store, he would point out items he thought would look good on you, suggesting you try them on with whatever items you had already picked up. when trying on clothes, he is the type to go back out and grab anything you need. you want the same top in a different color? he’s on it, no questions asked. sometimes you would come out to ask his opinion, and he would run off and bring back whatever he thought looked best with the outfit combination- which was always perfect.

ᰔᩚ jake

shopping with jake is chaotic. see, when jake goes shopping for himself he has a goal, and he’s quick, wasting no time. when he takes you shopping, he’s usually following you into your favorite stores, and he becomes very impatient. he walks into the first store all giddy, holding whatever you want him to, complimenting you on every outfit you try on. but by the 4th store, he’s dragging his feet and complaining about being hungry. you grab a top, and he’s saying it’s the same top as the last store. when you go to try on your outfits, he’s quick to say yes just to hurry up the process. then you give him one stern look, and he’s apologizing hugging you and telling you he’s not even that hungry.

ᰔᩚ sunghoon

shopping with sunghoon is peaceful, actually sometimes you forget he’s even there. he lets you take full control, and like heeseung, he is there for you and you only. the only difference is that he forces you to get at least 1 luxury item, that he pays for (tho he likes to pay for everything). he says you deserve to be spoiled, and so your day would end at prada or tiffany. it doesn’t matter how many times you say no, you will always come out with a new necklace or bag. if you don’t pick, he will pick for you and buy it on the spot. then when it comes to dressing rooms, everything is a yes and everything needs to be bought in 2 colors.

ᰔᩚ sunoo

sunoo taking you shopping usually ends up with him shopping for himself. he can’t help it, he always finds something that catches his eye and he just has to try it on. at least that’s what he says, but by the end of the trip he’s walking out with 5+ bags. still, at least one of those bags is filled with matching outfits and accessories. sunoo loves matching couple outfits, and while you’re trying on your items, he will usually slip one or two pieces over the door insisting you try them on. when you walk out to show him, there he is with the same item in the same color. he tries to surprise you every time, but at this point it has become a type of tradition between the two of you. you always tease him, lightly shoving him when you come out the dressing room- but you secretly love it.

ᰔᩚ jungwon

jungwon is a minimalistic shopper, which doesn’t pair well with your shopping sprees. he will often question if you really need a new top, because you have so many already (according to him). still, he will accompany you and even pay, because he loves when you come out the store excited to plan dates, where you can wear your new clothes. his favorite part is when you come out the dressing room, asking “would this look good for our picnic?” because he loves when you dress up for him. just knowing you would spend money to look your best for him makes him forget his ways. though he believes you always look your best.

ᰔᩚ ni-ki

similarly to jay, ni-ki is perfect to go shopping with because he does all the work. his definition of taking you shopping is him getting to style you for a day. he treated you like his personal mannequin. he would drag you to his favorite stores, parading you around and picking out what he thought would look good on you. he would have you carrying the clothes, even though he picked them. then he would go into the dressing room with you, styling you to his liking. he wouldn’t forget to compliment you, saying you were the prettiest girl in the whole store. and honestly, the outfits he has picked for you have been some of your favorites, making you feel confident.

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Hi girlies new year new style ykwim anyway this is a pac that i have been wanting to make for a long time but i was like idk how many ppl will like it etc but now idc about all that i want to have fun so here it is!! Have fun and stay hydrated. muah <33 also my paid readings are open there are a few slots (15) if anyone's interested xx ciao <3 like and rb if you like xx

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Pile 1

Hi pile 1! You need to try that classical, timeless, style, i know it can be annoying to look at all the beige and muted tones but its so much more than that like, picture this, a tailored blazer or high-waisted trousers that fit like a dream. tbh I am also getting pearls for some reason so maybe adding neckklaces as accessories can be something you are interested in to incorporate in your style next year. Start with a simple white shirt, a fitted black dress, or a pair of cut jeans. Then you can accesorise with delicate gold bracelet, a black bag, or a string of pearls again with the pearls they are calling for you right nowww.

Moreover, another style you can incorporate is just as sharp, and elegant so like the whole academia aesthetic, regardless of light or dark that doesn’t matter but what I am trying to say is, clothes with shape. Like cinched wastes and just clothes that create shape for you are like something you really should give thought to. It’s about being comfortable but also looking effortlesss while doing it all, I think basics like camis, just plain shirts/tshirts are something you need more of in your closet because theres so many ways to style them other than just for formal wear. Like one style inspo is literally Proncess Diana cannot get more elgant than her istg, enjoy muah <33

Pile 2

Y’all this is my pile you guys are my PEOPLE ok to begin with you need to stop being afraid of colour and looseness like not everything has to be tight and fitted especially just because the microtrend world says so. Experiment with “loud” colours and different textures, things you may have thought are “odd” and don’t look good, because trust me the way it can all be pulled together is crazy and so much fun!! Layer, the most important part, stack rings and bracelets and go for those colours that lowkey hurt your eyes because fashion is about colour and pattern and texture and taking all of it out of fashion just makes it dull imo.

Start with a bright coloured tshirt, maybe something like yellow, then layer on, very “indie kid” aesthetic like the high saturation stuff. Mixed with that I am also getting maximalism to the MAX layer layer layer, stack stack stack you should look like a walking apparell store (kidding) seriously though if you have been feeling like you want to experiment with something like this and oxidised jewellery and mixing different styles mainly because all of your wardrobe is mismatched (me) then go for it because I promise it will come out looking way better than you may have imagined. 

Pile 3: 

Ooo I love this, okay so very romanticised, very coquette but not really, this is also the pile which will look so good in pastels in lighter colours. All I am getting in my head are those pictures of people on picnics in their flowy outfits and dresses looking so pretty and at peace, bows and dellicate bangles, just a very dainty aesthetic im thinking light fabrics and romantic fashion like lace-trimmed dresses, pastel skirts and floral prints, very fairytaile-ish. Ruffles or embroidery too and just magical overall. Also the complete opposite of pile 2 here, minimalist aesthetic may suit you a lot so try it out next year!

I am talking about keeping it simple, not too much with the accessorising and maybe a staple or statement accessory piece that goes with everything and anything you wear. Also for some of you with this simplistic style, you may have to be pushed to try on something more glam too like a bold red lip when it comes to makeup, like be bolder with your makeup experiment with more purples, pinks and reds while keeping the outfits simpler. 

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[bitethedevil]

If Raphael was supposed to be Gortash dad (makes sense they even share the same outfit style and all) maybe that explains Haarlep? His dad was feed up with Raphael having kids (worthless to him)

Yes! It does make all the sense in the world, to be honest. Especially since everyone except the Archdevils aren’t really supposed to have sex or reproduce. Haarlep as a gift makes much more sense in the context that Raphael had stuck his dick where he shouldn’t, and Papa wasn’t having it.

I got all the information from this link where they talk a lot about the House of Hope and Raphael as a character and there were some interesting things in there that I had no idea about.

Gortash’ clothes and all the parallels between those two make even better sense if they were actually related. It makes less sense that someone who was essentially a captive should wear clothes that represent their captor.

We were also supposed to be taken to Mephistar to meet Mephistopheles after defeating Raphael. The thing we saw in the scrying orb thingy was supposed to be a whole thing, but they scrapped it.

We were supposed to meet Papa Meph and he was supposed to thank us for getting rid of Raphael. It only proves what I’ve always thought about him: Raphael isn’t just some wittle cambion dude with a superiority complex (well he is ALSO that but). He must at least be somewhat good at playing the game since goddamn Mephistopheles himself could not get rid of him and seems thankful that he finally doesn’t have to deal with him.

Back to the thing with Gortash: It would also just be that much more tragic in a way. It’s the perfect example of children inheriting the same shit from their fathers, and it would be tied together perfectly if we actually saw Mephistopheles too.

Imagine this:

We meet Gortash and learn about his past. We learn that he’s Raphael’s kid and suddenly everything makes sense. Raphael has been a distant, shitty father so Gortash broke off to do his own thing and learned how to be independent.

We then kill Raphael and meet Mephistopheles, who is just like “thanks for killing my shitstain son! Cheers” and eats him in front of our eyes. It doesn’t take much deducing that Raphael grew up in much the same way. He broke off with his dad. He became independent. He sought his own power. And when he got a kid, he treated them exactly how he grew up anyway.

The cycle of abuse and everything. The story is already sort of there with Gortash, even though they were not blood-related, but it would have tied it all together in such a fascinating way.

Also, the fact that Raphael’s son stole the very thing he desired himself the most. Imagine the bitterness of your son succeeding where you couldn’t. That in itself has most likely been Raphael’s wet dream his whole life, and now his son succeeded in doing it instead of himself.

Like I said, many of these elements are still somewhat present in the current storyline, but it would really just have hammered it home.

(Thank you for the ask <3 Sorry I started rambling lol)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Thoughts on Genesis being a parent?

So many!! I don't think Genesis would initially think of himself as the paternal type. Children would seem too mundane or confining for someone like him, who craves beauty, art, and innovation. He'd claim that his legacy is in his achievements, the pages of Loveless, or his invention, not through something as "ordinary" as parenthood. But the moment he becomes a father, his entire perspective shifts.

Genesis would treat his child like an extension of himself, like a blank canvas for greatness. He's indulgent, loving, playful, always engaging them in creative ways—reading them his favorite passages from Loveless, narrating stories in a dramatized way that makes them laugh. He'd play pretend games with so much commitment that his child might think he's actually a wandering knight or sorcerer.

When it comes to discipline Genesis would be firm but fair. He'd explain his reasons earnestly, but nag and tease for fun (this poor child would have to endure his wit)

Genesis: "My dear, must you sully your appearance with such mismatched socks? Have I taught you nothing about the art of presentation?"

He'd be an aesthete through and through, ensuring his kid's wardrobe is flawless, even if it means micromanaging their outfits—although he'd be big on self-expression. He'd spoil them with carefully chosen gifts: a handcrafted wooden sword for training, rare books with gilded pages....fire materia they definitely shouldn't have.

But at the same time, Genesis would have a nurturing side. He'd fuss endlessly over scraped knees or colds, wrapping them in the softest blankets and brewing warm drinks while reciting poetry.

Genesis: "Oh, my little one, a scratch such as this requires the utmost care. We wouldn't want you to be unable to wield your blade tomorrow, would we?"

*the kid says it's just a scrape*

Genesis: "Just a scrape? Do not diminish your trials, for even the smallest wounds tell a tale of valor."

When teaching swordplay + materia casting, Genesis would be both patient and demanding. He'd push them to surpass their limits while ensuring they mastered the elegance of the craft.

Genesis: "Your stance, darling. What did I say about balance? You cannot hope to strike down your foes if you look like a fledgling bird."

In conclusion, give this man a child.

[loverboysturn]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ starcrossed!chris meets starcrossed!reader for the first time

chris knows he shouldn’t be here.

he shouldn’t be on this side of town, yet here he is, wearing a pair of red devil horns climbing over a garden gate to get into the halloween party everyone on his side of town had been whispering about for weeks, he had lost nick and matt the moment that the three of them had arrived, but he didn't mind, he was in and nothing else mattered right now.

he brushes himself off and makes his way inside, ready to push through the crowd when he scans the room looking for his brothers, his eyes shift to the staircase, finding you standing at the top, when your eyes lock with the stranger's neither of you can seem to look away.

you’re dressed as an angel, a vision in white with a pair of wings and a glowing halo placed perfectly on top of your head and chris can’t help but smile to himself at the contrast between your chosen costumes as he’s stood there in an all black outfit with a pair of cheap devil horns that nick had picked up for him, awkwardly placed on his head.

an angel and a devil, it somehow feels like the perfect match.

your best friend stands to the side of you talking into your ear, completely unaware of the exchange unfolding beside her between you and chris, while you stand completely still, gaze still fixed on his.

you pull away from her, taking a step towards the stairs, the eye contact never breaking between the two of you, his eyes fixated on you as if it's just you two in the room, when you reach the bottom of the stairs, you pause for a second standing directly infront of him.

his eyes flicker over you, a grin forming on his lips as he looks you up and down in your costume, “an angel, huh? guess even the devil can’t keep from crossing paths with an angel tonight"

“maybe it’s fate” you reply.

“fate?” he raises an eyebrow, intrigued to which you nod at him,

“yeah, the devil and an angel… a match made in heaven, don’t ya think?”

chris chuckles, his smile widening as he steps closer to you. “a match made in heaven…i guess we’ll just have to find out won’t we?”

as chris is stood there, his eyes still locked on yours, he spots nick and matt in the corner of his eye across the large room weaving through the crowds, he tears his eyes away from yours to take a look at his brothers but as he does, he feels your body slip away from beneath him.

he watches you for a moment longer, frozen in place for a second, but just before you disappear completely into the crowd, you turn back to look at him one last time, something unspoken between you both, your gaze promising that if it’s meant to be like you said, your paths will cross again.

nick’s voice soon snaps chris back to reality “you’re quiet” glancing back and forth between the two of you as you now completely slip into the crowd “never seen you this distracted before”

chris hesitates for a moment, then mutters under his breath, “yeah, neither have i”

note: i spent too long on this and have read it soooo many times that i am now incredibly nervous to actually post it but pleaaaase let me know your thoughts (pls be nice!)

the whole starcrossed!chris & starcrossed!reader universe can all be found here

[bonbonly]

Pierre with innocent reader.

That is it

Maybe reader being estbans sister or bestie, if bestie make it so they kinda get caught?

Or make two different and do them both 🫶👹👹👹👹👹

bon's thoughts (18+) girl this is UTTERRRR filth even im surprised by this

pierre's visiting charles like he always does. he's in the living room, watching some tv with his best friend and he's surfing through some channels. charles tosses pierre a cap, and the latter places it on backwards and sighs out loud, leaning into the couch.

"i'll head over to take a shower, don't mind me," charles sighs, and gets up, leaving the room. pierre nods, still trying to pick a movie to watch when the front doorbell rings. he frowns, getting up and when he opens the door, you're standing there with a basket in your hand.

"oh, im sorry to interrupt! is charles here?"

"he just went to take a shower, might take a few minutes... who are you?" pierre asks, furrowing his brows. he glances at your outfit, a thin tank top and no bra underneath so he can see your nipples greeting him affectionately and a long skirt that makes him wonder what you're hiding under there.

"i'm his next door neighbor! i've known him since i was little!" you chirp, smiling at the man in front of you. pierre raises an eyebrow, confused as to why in the world charles never mentioned that he had a cute girl living next door to him. and if charles never mentioned you, that surely meant he didn't think much about you... which meant pierre could have you all for himself. he smiles, stepping aside to let you prance into charles' house with a grin on your face. you set the basket down on the kitchen counter, explaining to pierre that you've been baking recently and you always ask charles to taste whatever dessert you make.

"oh, i could help," he offers, and you nod your head, picking up a scone before handing it to him. it's not the best scone in the entire world, nor was it terrible. it still had lots of room for improvement. charles is drying his hair with his towel when he comes back downstairs and when he sees pierre eating the scone, he's laughing out loud,

"mon ami, unless you want to die of food poisoning what are you doing eating her food?" charles laughs and you're pouting your lips,

"i'm not that bad of a baker..." you mutter, grabbing your basket, "i made these all for your charles! pierre was nice enough to taste!"

"i'm sure pierre would like some sweeter things," charles giggles and pierre's staring at the outline of your legs underneath your skirt. yeah he definitely wanted something sweeter, much sweeter. charles leaves shortly after since he wants to spend some time with his girlfriend, but he lets pierre stay behind in his house with you.

and that's when pierre decides to spring into action. you're watching some baking videos on youtube to try and learn new recipes, but you notice pierre getting closer and closer to you on the couch.

"is everything ok?" you ask, and he nods his head,

"just a bit cold, that's all," he shrugs, and within seconds you're snuggling closer to him, tits pressed against his arm that's making him restrain every ounce of fiber in his body. no he has to wait, he has to be patient. you smile at him before turning you attention back to the screen. after some time, he clears his throat, "you know i don't understand why you watch so many baking videos."

"what do you mean?" you snap, turning your head to face him, "i want to learn to make the sweetest, most delicious treat ever!"

"oh but you already have it," he glances at you, watching you frown,

"i have it? huh? how?" you furrow your brows once more, and he's now sinking to his knees in front of you.

"oh come on, don't tell me you don't know, mon amour," he grins and you're shaking your head because you truly don't know! he sighs, fingers slipping under the band of your skirt to pull it down but you grab his wrists,

"p-pierre, what are you doing?"

"i'm going to show you the sweet treat, trust me!" he exclaims, kissing your nose before slowly taking off your entire skirt. you watch him nervously, unsure as to what he means but you did want to get this recipe down so you figure its best to shut up and listen to him. he glances up at your chest, and clicks his tongue, "ah i forgot about my other favorite treat" and he's taking your tank top off, groaning when he sees your beautiful tits just waiting to have his mouth wrapped around your areolas. he's rubbing your nipples between his fingers, pinching gently and watching you gasp out loud, wriggling out of his touch for a second,

"is this the sweet treat?" you ask, and he's giggling at your words,

"no, the sweet treat's down here!" and he's taking your panties off, watching a string of your arousal cling onto the cloth, "someone's excited..."

you don't know what he means by that but he has you spread your legs for him and positions you in a way that you're able to see your own dripping pussy.

"this! this is the sweet treat!" he smiles, and you're frowning at him, not really understanding what's going on, but his words are having some effect on you because you find your cunt getting warmer. he spits onto your cunt, the saliva dripping gracefully onto your folds which he's rubbing back and forth with his thumb. his eyes flicker to see your mouth opening in a small gasp, before he splays his tongue onto your folds, licking a very long stripe up to your clit as you begin to squirm, "oh this is so much sweeter than i imagined!"

his tongue probes around your cunt, nipping at your clit before sucking and pulling harshly. his fingers scissor in you, before his tongue joins which has you moaning out loud, hands gripping his hair to see if he can slow down a bit because it was all too much for you! you've never had gotten this intimate with anybody in your life, and here he is, feasting on the sweetest treat ever imaginable: your pretty pussy. when you cum around his fingers, he pulls back and licks his lips before looking over at you,

"open wide, a chef needs to know how to taste properly," and you listen to his orders, opening your mouth. he has you lick his fingers clean, taking him in as far as your throat can take them before you gag, "how do you taste? sweet, right?"

"y-yeah," you whisper, nodding your head.

"i think you need to taste yourself more, it'll give you good practice when you're baking," he smiles, and lifts your ass up so that your cunt is just a few inches from your face, you're practically being folded in half! he sees your hesitation for a split second, and he places his hand behind your head, gently nudging you towards your delectable treat, "you saw what i did right, mon ange? can you do that for me? just do whatever i did with my tongue."

it's a bit hard to do so with how uncomfortable the position you're in is, but you suppose there's always meant to be pain when you're learning so you lick your cunt, already moaning a bit. your tongue flicks your clit, and pretty soon you're sucking the pearl of your cunt. you pull away a couple times to moan at how good you taste and to give yourself a small break, but pierre's hand comes right back down to make sure you're tasting yourself properly. he pulls out his phone, telling you that he's keeping this for further baking sessions and you're so thankful that he cares so much about your baking journey! he's grinding his hard cock against your ass, which pushes your cunt closer to your face, allowing you to go past sucking your clit, but down to your wet hole. when you glance up for a second as your tongue is now in your gaping hole, you see pierre stroking his thick cock with a smile on his face.

"oh you're doing amazing, keep going i want to see how far you can go," and you're nodding your head, your arms holding your legs as you continue to eat yourself out. as you cum into your own mouth, pierre's coating your face with his own load and he's laughing as he's recording the entire thing, telling you that this was definitely going to be his favorite video ever.

"but remember," he warns you, burying your face in your cunt harshly, barely giving you time to breathe, "this isn't an ordinary treat, you can't share this one with charles."

you have no idea what he means but you continue to lap up your juices.

[rizzanon]

stop I just though of this as I was drawing fanart but since the readers old batgirl outfit was just Barbara’s batgirl suit that she stole borrowed, i feel like the media’s first reaction to seeing batgirl comeback randomly and just suddenly have a whole new hair color would be just them questioning if either

A.) batgirl took a break and just decided to change her hair color

or

B.) it’s a new person under the mask

Idk I just found this funny while I was drawing 🤷 because imagine just being a random bystander and suddenly seeing batgirl make an appearance and they’re left shocked (which is reasonable since girly hasn’t made an appearance in a good MINUTE possibly almost a decade after the joker incident) because she has a whole new hair color and different eye color (unless you’re a redhead and have the same eye color as Barbara as well) and going “what the hell”

sorry if this doesn’t make sense I lowk can’t process what I’m yapping about rn

- 🌘

HELP WAIT. gothamites definitely thought batgirl just took a break and changed her hair colour for like the first few months when reader took up the mantle. that is, before cassandra showed up and also became batgirl. that’s when some gothamites realise that there’s more than one batgirl, though (many) others firmly believe that batgirl is just going through a lot of costume changes 💀💀

when cass shows up, many people still firmly believed that there’s only one batgirl because you never ever see batgirl!cass out at ALL. so for the people who do see her, they just think that’s the same batgirl, but in a different costume. IMAGINE:

Cass: (saves a random civilian from a mugging)

Civilian: (panting, after being saved) Yo, Batgirl! Decided to go for a new look?

Cass: (tilts head, clearly confused, then shrugs)

Civilian: (nodding, completely convinced) Yeah, makes sense. Gotta keep it fresh for the fans, huh? Bold choice with the ninja vibe!

Cass: (blinks a few times) …Okay.

Civilian: You’re still kicking butt though. Love the fit!

Cass: (looking even more confused, but gives a thumbs-up and grapples away)

batgirl!reader: (helped a group of crime alley kids out)

Kid 1: Aw, man! I was hoping you’d show up in the new suit!

batgirl!reader: (pauses) Huh? What new suit?

Kid 2: (excitedly) The all black one! Like Batman’s! It’s way cooler. Why’d you go old school again?

batgirl!reader: (deadpans, slowly lowering the batarang) …Oh, give me a break.

Kid 3: (shrugs) I dunno, the cape’s nice and all, but you could try something new, you know?

Kid 4: Yeah! Mix it up! Batgirl’s gotta stay trendy!

batgirl!reader: (muttering to herself) wow.

[villainsimpqueen]

A Sorrowful Little Christmas

Hazbin Hotel Adam x Wife Reader

Tw: infidelity, Emotional neglect, Grief, Divorce, Regret and self loathing, Denial, Falling lit of love, Realizing Regrets.

this is a sad Christmas one-shot fic for those who like seasonal angst.

Christmas was a special time in Heaven, Where the high angels would have the purest snow coat the cloudy city high in the sky.

True sweethearts and lovers would walk down the glowing city with hands entangled and wispy air leaving their lips as they laughed.

Cheers as bright as the glimmering candles and Lights, Smells of cinnamon and Hot Cocoa filling the air.

Christmas was a special time for many and it was the one time you could live happily in a lie.

At least it was.

You moved among the busy city alone, your “Lover” nowhere near you as you traversed the streets watching the other winners enjoy their holidays.

A fairy breath leaves your lips and you continue into stores buying and spending away heaven bucks to pay for the yearly event you had hosted for so many years after more winners had come into heaven.

A huge Christmas Ball under Adam and Your name.

It was the one thing you truly went all out for, huge event you took so much pride and joy doing even as your marriage had shifted from a loving one to a more political appearances one, you had always thought Adam had Appreciated the efforts you want to make the Christmas ball in his name something that gave the winners excitement and talk about.

Everyone in Heaven knew that the ball outshone everything except the morning Tradition parade, Where of everyone's Christmas traditions would be displayed in grand festival floats, balloons everything to bring everyone together, And the Party carried on to the grand First Man and Wife's Christmas ball.

Everyone was out and about for gifts to loved ones and outfits for the grand event.

And seeing all the winners shop with excitement you once possessed in buying for the ball made your heart weigh so much more heavier as your mind drifted to what Occurred with your husband merely a few days before the Eve of Christmas.

You had announced the Ball's theme to him Excitedly in the morning over a big breakfast you had gotten up early to make.

Excitement filling you as you went on and on about your ball plans and what outfits you had planned for the both of you to match as well as the song you both would sing during your first dance.

Christmas time had always been the few weeks Adam had promised he would be home more often and involved.

Yet as you asked for his input, always waiting for it, he scoffed at you instead, rubbing his fingers into his dark circles, making your once happy smile fall, feeling the air shift.

“Ada-”

“Why do you keep fucking volunteering me for this stupid fucking shit y/n?!” He seethed, making you shrink back from your husband.

He once was always so excited to aid in the ball….

But that was so many centuries ago.

“I-” You had sputtered not prepared for his outburst.

“I want a divorce.”

The very words that seeped from him make your heart drop.

“What?” You had whispered in mere disbelief. Sure you both hadn't been so very romantic all these past few hundred or so years. But it wasn't like there was a lack of you trying.

Adam was far too busy with his responsibilities of protecting heaven by being the yearly exorcist general, and also being one of the faces to bring hope to the winners with all his performances.

You had thought you were a good wife aiding him despite his lack of time for you, by making sure he always had breakfast, lunch and a hot dinner.

You kept your house clean, you always took care of gifts to those important. You took care of any events making sure everything was perfect so that your husband can shine like the hope of humanity he was made for,

you had thought the distance between each other was simply a test of your patience and love until things would work out.

Perhaps you were just blind.

No.

You only allowed yourself to be blind.

Because you were made for him, you were made to be absolutely perfect for him. Stardust is taken from the brightest star of the night to be his Heavenly devine wife.

It was your entire life.

“I left the papers on your bed. Sign them so this can be over. I'll have a home for you after the Ball so you can focus on moving out afterwards.” Adam had been speaking the whole time as you felt your entire being being crushed and ripped apart.

“You can keep the ring if you want.”

“You can keep the ring if you want.”

You were walking down the streets feeling numbness of the cold creeping into you from the band of your ring as you stared at it.

Tears burned in your eyes as you headed back to a surely empty house.

He would not be there, You knew it well, out with his Exorcists, or for all you knew, with someone else.

Did you even know your husband anymore? You thought back to the early days of your marriage where you had to assure him that you loved him, assure him you would never be the one to leave.

Now here the bastard was, being the one to leave you after everything you had been through with him.

Grief and all its levels had plagued you.

Shock from the harshness of his words, as you spent a full day trying to process them sitting at the same spot at the dining room table for so many hours.

Then slowly Denial filled you as you went on like nothing happened the next day, getting up making breakfast, watching as he joined the table merely out of habit and ate silently, as you watched him, Not even eating your own plate of food.

Anger had consumed you like fire after he left without so much as a thank you, leaving you to clean everything up, it built and burned as you screamed and threw the platers and everything across the room storming around and finding other breakables to slam and smash.

It wasn't like it had mattered, it all would rematerialize as perfect as can be.

Then the Bargaining more like begging came as you sobbed and pleaded that god would put some sense into his son, to not punish you even further for his cruelty, and made Adam a warm lunch leaving to his office to give it to him in hopes that you both could share a meal even if your appetite was gone.

The noises you heard coming from his closed office door, that you had once turned a cheek away from, broke the damn behind your eyes as you turned away throwing away the meal and went back home and suffered in your own bed.

Depression consumed you, and it wasn't until the third day before the grand ball you finally left your room. A mere short shower to wash away the stain of tears and a random grab of baggy clothing had you out and about shopping.

Which is where it brings you to now.

Your once planned theme is gone as you spitefully planned a new one and bought everything for it, hired a team to set it up at the grand city hall and gala.

You were going to show that man and everyone you were and always more than a wife.

You were going to make this ball so pardon your vanity goddamn good, Adam would fail at ever recreating such splendor after the divorce.

Make it even harder for whoever the Bitch he was sleeping with behind your back to ever have a face of her own.

You inhaled sharply guilt filling you and you shook your head.

You were not blaming her.

You didn't have it to go down that road.

Adam was unfaithful, Adam had broken vows.

Not the other woman.

And so You pitied her instead and there was no reason to fight after all, besides once you gave Adam back the damn ring you stared at, You wouldn't even need another breath.

Turning your head to stare up at the sky finding the star that was used to breathe your life, you found peace.

so it was why when you got home and grabbed your phone you decided you would grant him his wishes.

What color is your dress for this ball?: You.

You had texted, you had hardly ever texted before and when you did it was to get Adam to pick up the phone, When you willingly stayed blind.

Perhaps the change of topic had captured her attention.

Lute:?????

Lute: I haven't picked a dress out yet.

Her message had made you chuckle, bitterness as you recall each event since shortly after Lutes recruitment into Adams Army she always conveniently had a dress that accented whatever colors You and Adam wore, a poor attempt to match Adam.

You suspected he always told her as soon as you showed him The matching outfits you picked out.

Adam will be wearing gray and gold.: You

You ignored the series of calls and texts that Came from Adam. All accusing you for trying to start shit and demanding you to stop trying to make a messy Divorce.

You ignored them, not having the energy to give him a spec of your time.

You put everything into focus of the ball, your dress, A grand event for those to celebrate their favorite holiday, and yet secretly a spectacular goodbye to your own life.

The day of the ball was everything.

The morning you spent it alone eating on a muffin as you had a moving crew come in and take out all your belongings to a center that will donate all your things to new arriving winners to get settled into their homes.

A welcoming gift from you and a way where it was spread all over heaven with no way to find it all.

Your clothes, your hobbies, your signature pieces, your furniture. Leaving your room bare.

You even went into Adam's room, somewhere you haven't been inside of for a while and grabbed anything that was yours from there as well, taking pictures of you and him and cutting yourself from them leaving only him to remain as you burned them.

Why burden him to do it himself? So you left him mercy by erasing everything he had of you.

You then made sure all the catering, invites and entertainment was on schedule before going to grab you and Adams outfits.

You scoffed as you placed Adams all neatly on his bed and a note simply telling him to meet you at the ball to put on the last show of your so-called marriage.

You left to head to a spa to treat yourself hugely one last grand time.

Pampering yourself and paying with Adams money. Afterall You were still a wife.

The evening came and you were perfection as you arrived at the ball, leaving the carriage you had for yourself and exiting it to see Adam who had to be force to wait for you turn annoyance moving on his face before you watched as his eyes paused on you, His face shifting to an emotion you did not care to really focus on as you moved gracefully to him and taking his arm.

It was a moment before you heard him grunt and the both of you started walking up to the entrance where winners excitedly screamed and cheered. You smiled at them brightly waving and blowing kisses, as you always had while you were nothing but a trophy on Adams Arm.

You felt him moving waving to the winners, making hand gestures to rock as you both continued up to the ball's doors.

“We dont match.” Adams' voice greeted your ears once you both were further away from the winners waiting for when they were allowed to enter.

it's true, You did not match him like before.

Tonight Adam wore a lovely Gray suit and pants accented by his gold accents to match his blessed wings and eyes. The gray being darker than his normal to go color and you couldn't help but to see how much the color showed how lifeless he was, At once point Adam used to Glow.

Being One of Heaven's brightest saints.

But now the one who was glowing, Was you.

You wore a fitted but flowy white dress that shimmered, the lower the dress went is where colors popped out, stars, dances at the bottom of your dress skirts.

Your hair styled beautiful with star adornments clipped into place and your Makeup soft and shimmery enhancing your natural beauty.

You ignored how Adams eyes swept over you, not caring for the emotion that tried forming in them.

Forming too far too late.

You turned your head to look away from him, faking a smile for the cameras that were snapping behind you, afterall the entire event was for heaven not yourselves, not anymore.

“Does it even matter?” You simply stated pulling away from him and separating entirely

from him, gracefully moving around the Ball to talk to attendees as a generous hostess you always were, Not at all seeing how Adam had froze in place and watched you move.

He had not expected that, not from you. His brows furrowed as he continued into the Ball, Attendees pouring in and he made his way to the Ball's bar getting a drink of red wine to drink.

It wasn't long until a smaller hand brushed against his forearm that made him turn taking in the eyes of Lute, moving as he took in the light gray and silver hemmed dress she wore, that contained soft golden sparkles over it, in a way to complement his own suit.

False egotistical confidence boomed through him as his lips pulled to a smirk seeing her.

“Shit babes you look hot as fuck.” He complimented her sweetly, liking how warm Lute's face always got. Yet she would clear her throat acting professional out in public settings, another thing he liked despite how much he didn't.

“You look quite handsome yourself, sir.” Lute spoke bluntly as she turned leaning on the bar with him as her eyes swept over the crowds landing on you. Adams wasn't too far behind, a noise leaving him for a moment as he went to sip his red wine.

His Lieutenant was silent for a moment.

Lute stared at you as you practically floated across the Ball floor, even across the room she could practically hear your laughter, twinkling like stars.

You were perfect, Always were since the first time you had excitedly welcomed her into you and Adams home, And a few other Exorcists for dinner. To give them a sense of family.

You always glowed brighter than the night sky's brightest star and you always seemed so perfect beside Adam.

Until these last few hundred years.

Seeing you brought a sense of rapid shame to her, as it was a bizarre almost unholy thought to even think that you would be an Ex-wife.

It was her and Adams fault to damn you with such a title.

Making her stomach clench uncomfortably, She had been told to enjoy all that Heaven offered, Adam had been what she so selfishly wanted, And in turn she selfishly took what never should have been obtainable.

Same with Adam, Breaking his vows, his own core morals, in selfish greed and temptation. Pulling away from the woman he spent so long with, far longer than the two had left him.

causing the same pain and betrayal he had felt towards you.

Yet you handled the upcoming divorce with dignity. Lute could barely tell you knew of it at all with how your smile was shining through the crowd as you mingled with the crowds and even the high angels. Not correcting their praises of Adam and you for this year's ball, still even allowing him to have credit when he worked on absolutely nothing.

You were more of a woman than she would ever be.

Adam made a noise which captured Lute's attention, her focus now widening away from you as you were speaking with a few male winners, Young, bashful, and so eager to have your attention.

You could have them. Easily.

And it seems that thought made through the shallow surface of Adams inflated ego as his fingers tightened around the wine glasses stem as he watched you from a distance. Watch how you humbly turned the men down, keeping the illusion that you were happily married and faithful to your ‘ loving husband’.

Saving face merely on reputations.

And seeing that made him falter, knowing had it been him in your place he would have no such thing. He would have entertained them more out of spite, causing whispers of rumors of their marriage's troubled paradise that was crumbling apart. Hell, Hed foolishly announced the upcoming Divorce loudly and all that came with it.

But you didn't do any of that, Because you were not of him, you were better, Crafted better from only the best of stardust. Angelic mistakes in the past had been considered in making your form, they sewed every part of you, sculpted it in you, your perfection, made you the perfect wife for him to grow and adapt and love him.

And he still selfishly wanted more and did not recognize that it was his fault you never got to grow into that something more.

Soon it came to the first dance of the night, everyone graciously moving away from the dance floor as you and Adam made way to it.

One last dance.

One last song.

Solidified strongly in one's mind,

yet so utterly hazed by the thing in anothers.

You started singing, your devine voice carrying over the sympathy, he would later join as he took your hand bringing you closer to him to lead you in the dance.

“Don't cry, snowman, not in front of me

Who'll catch your tears if you can't catch me, darling?

If you can't catch me, darling”

You refused to see him, closing your eyes the moment Adam held you, your mind changing the one who guided you, not this time Adam, but another taking place in front of you.

The one who was so nervous to meet you that he trembled. The one you shared that Nervousness and shyly greeted.

The one who with trembling fingers shyly taking your hand and whispering a soft

“Is this okay?”

“Don't cry, snowman, don't leave me this way

A puddle of water can't hold me close, baby

Can't hold me close, baby”

The one who eagerly pulled you around heaven so that you both could discover its paradise together, As wife and husband.

Whose eyes shined brightly at you with love and arrogance as he taught you things.

The one who loved holding you close if the winds caught a chill in the breeze.

The one who was also so eager to sing with you as it was one of his passions and he was so delighted that you shared it with him.

“I want you to know that I'm never leaving

'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing

Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons

So come on, let's go”

The one who celebrates every holiday with you, always going fully out even if heaven was just starting and the first winners had made it across the pearly gates.

The one who insisted on building a home from.his own two hands for you, Because a man was to provide for his divine wife.

Before the fame, Before the spoiling that came from eternal paradise.

“Let's go below zero and hide from the sun

I love you forever where we'll have some fun

Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily

Please, don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby”

The one who would play in the perfect pure white snow with you until you both collapsed in it with joy, laughter and love staring at each other as wispy puffs of air leaving both of your burning cheeks, the cold never truly setting in as if it was heaven and discomfort was not a threat.

Even still, your loving and devoted Adam would outstretched one of his large golden wings to cover you warmly, pulling you closer with an arm over your hip resting just below your own wings as you had giggled into his chest hiding your chilled nose into it as he pressed warm kisses on the top of your head.

Where had he gone?

Where did that Adam go?

Your Adam?

You fluttered your eyes open to look at the stranger of a man you danced with, seeing how his eyes were everywhere except for you.

Acceptance came.

It came so quickly in that moment as you stared at the husk of someone you used to know and love well.

And the pain in your heart eased as the realization and acceptance blossomed and glowed in it.

Your beloved truly died long long ago, leaving you behind a shallow and cold husk in his place, his true shine glimmering in the stars, the ones you found yourself staring at so much the past few days of this Hell, twinkling down at you in encouraging peace.

You would leave the husk, and join your true love's soul back in the starry night, where your borrowed dust may return and gleam.

And as you stared at the man in front of you, who seemed distant even with being so close, You smiled at him patiently.

“My snowman and me

My snowman and me

Baby”

His dull eyes finding yours, A brow lifting in confusion as he took in that smile, Something in him twisting at how warm it was towards him. Crawling up and down his spine slowly, and it caused him to feel a sense of unease in the moment he did not understand.

“Don't cry, snowman, don't you fear the sun

Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey?

Without legs to run, honey”

He sung along with you, his eyes taking in how you shimmered and glow under the changing lights, how unlike his your eyes glowed so brightly, even more now than they had in years, how sweet you looked in his grasps as you both made rounds on the dance floor, singing as if your souls were still entertained.

And it made him feel uncertainty, regret.

What was he doing?

“Don't cry, snowman, don't you shed a tear

Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby?

If you don't have ears, baby”

Your voice grew with life as you both continued to sing it alone was practically sparkling in his ears, most soothing and heavenly and yet as if you were trying to comfort him.

Comfort him? out of all people?

He didn't understand but his eyes went dewy soft when staring at you, his heart hammering in his chest as he sung along with you,

He sang the normal verses of the song but this time you did not harmonize with him, it threw him off, and the words made his chest tighten.

“Even though I'm leaving, I'm Mrs. Snow

In my death, you'll be freezing, forever you'll know

Yeah, you were my home, my warmth in all seasons

But now I'm letting go, for your own secret reasons

So come on Let me go”

You sang and twirled away from him. It made a shuddering breath if air leave him as he watched the hued lights move across your body, your dress glimmering like a trillion galaxies, their shimmers moving across your skin in the light. He had not been paying attention to your hands, too captured from the beauty you've always had been.

yet you returned to him letting him catch you and pull you so closely, and now he didn't want to let you slip away again.

A grimace moving over his features as he took in your sweet and warm face smiling at him, your hands meeting his and something warm but going cold pushed into the palm of his hand, his mind too lazy to even recognize its shape.

“So let me go below zero and hide from your sun

I’ll love you forever, though this has been fun”

His fingers rubbed against your own and a sense of utter despair filled him as he finally recognized what was missing, His dull eyes immediately snapping to your hand, its small perfect outline now missing your ring.

His heart dropping and his eyes stung at the freezing cold revolution started to consume him yet you finger squeezed his making his eyes quickly snap to your face, regret growing in them as he held your hand so tightly, as if he could pull you close and keep you and the past would instantly change and the gutted feeling that made him so suddenly nauseous and riddled with guilt would leave and that the smile on your face wasn't different from the soft look in your eyes.

Accepting the end of his marriage.

“Yes, let me transcend to the North Star, you'll be free

Please, don’t cry tears now, it’s Christmas, baby”

And for the last time, for a matter of a few seconds you harmonized.

“My snowman and me

My snowman and me

Baby”

The music starting to come to a end and while his fingers trembled and clenched around yours, you had pulled away from him, and felt your hand until the very last second as you turned from him and moved to join the crowd leaving him on the dance floor as the crowds of winners and angels cheered and clapped at the wonderful performance, oblivious to what had transpired between the two so called lovers.

Adams eyes moved to his shaking palm, in the middle of it freezing his skin, was your lovely silver and golden ring.

And the sight of it brought back everything, you were everything to him.

A shattering breath leaving him before his panicked eyes snapped to the crowd trying to find the glowing woman he spent so long of his eternal paradise with, not seeing her as he tried moving through the crowd of winners who sang their empty praises.

He didn't want the divorce anymore.

He can still fix it, He didnt fuck this one last good thing up, He didn't, he couldn't have-

You had walked away, heading out of the ball, leaving so that you could return home, not the overly empty penthouse you tried to make a home, no, that was never home and you pushed aside that feeling in order to make the stranger you were now free from happy.

Your home was far away from it, away from the city all together, on beautiful hills that had meadows of endless wildflowers, where the stars and moon shone so brightly and the view gave a perfect picture of your husbands once banished home.

He had always wanted to be able to see it, so that he could see the children he once had even if they were no longer his.

The place you both were once so full of love and happiness, built by the two of your own hands.

You moved to it, entering the small house that once had such a Large promise and ran your hands over its surfaces as you took in all the memories that you both had forgotten a sadden smile on your lips as you entered its main room now covered everywhere in perfectly wrapped presents.

Each had a card hand written softly and a year far ahead of the current one now.

You only planned so many out, if He should ever find them.

Eternity was so long and you could only plan gifts for so much of it.

You let out a final sigh before leaving the house and moved out to the meadow your eyes on the sky as your wings outstretched, landing on the brightest star and the second one that twinkled so much as if it was begging you to join it, begging you to return to your true beloved.

A smile leaves you and you take flight heading towards them.

“I'm coming home, Adam.” You whispered as you felt the mold that contained you began to melt away.

Adam had slammed into the docking perch of the penthouse, his breathing panicked and gasped as he slammed the doors open harshly as he stumbled inside his stinging eyes widely looking around, looking for you.

“Y-y/n?” His voice echoed over the empty space making his heart fill with dread as he moved through the dark penthouse frantically clapping his hands to turn on the lights as he headed towards your room.

Long while ago he demanded separate rooms, using the excuse that he comes home late and he didn't want to wake you trying to get ready for bed. You had so sweetly agreed even if he saw your eyes showed pain.

How much pain did he put into your sweet eyes? How much had he hurt you? You? His devoted perfect Wife because of his selfishness?

He opened your door rapidly, not even knocking to ask for permission slamming open your bedroom door and stumbling in with rapid breaths.

His blood ran cold and heart stopped entirely as his wide eyes fell onto an empty bedroom.

He moved to the closet, nothing, panic pushing through him in waves as he gasped for air moving throughout the penthouse for anything, anything you may come back inside for, finding nothing. He slammed into his own room and rummaged through it, everything of you was gone.

He felt despair as he fumbled for his phone calling and texting you, the need to find you plaguing him as the ring that was one around your delicate finger weighed like bricks in his chest suit pocket.

Voice mail box full of him pleading for you to call him, Admitted he fucked up, he regretted his words, how he didnt want to go through the divorce, that he was sorry, how he would do anything to repent and fix your marriage. To be a better Man, A better Husband.

How he would even resign from being the Exorcists General if you could just give me one more chance.

Yet the phone would cut him off in his long babbles of pleas, his Hysterics growing to a full swing panic attack as he fell and cradled himself onto the floor begging, pleading, praying you would come back.

“Please, I love you I need you Oh god, Don't tell me i ruined the one beautiful thing that i got.” He sobbed into the phone that simply rang out.

“This person's voicemail box is full, sorry try calling again later.”

It was soon hours later the sun would rise being Christmas Day. Adam had managed to get up from the floor walking to the main room staring blankly at the non decorated house.

It would've been filled with tinsel and garland, all sorts of little sweet decorations pinned and placed.

This whole house would smell of baked goods and on the kitchen bar counter there would be a large gingerbread house with assorted baked cookies freshly made.

You would be greeting him warmly, the dining room filled with food to feast upon, the fruits of all your labor for him to enjoy.

Now the house was dark, clean, and cold.

Like he had been, and for once the cold bit at him.

He moved drone-like to the dining room table sitting in his seat staring at the doorway, his eyes stinging.

You would, should, would be entering warmly with glasses in your hand, warmed spiced cider freshly made for you both to enjoy as you excitedly told him the Christmas plans.

It was something he knew like the palm of his hands.

Breakfast with each other,

gift opening one present each,

you would then prepare the evening's dinner and He would send for all the girls to come over, which you would baby them and spoil them with seats.

Music booming and then gift giving, another sort of your labor, You took care of everything, always finding the perfect gifts for the girls, even him which he always took for granted, always treasuring the gifts given to his closest friend and Poorly Hidden Mistress the most.

Then there would be Christmas movies with snacks and hot cocoa. You would be curled into his side nuzzling your head into his chest while he wrapped his arm around you out of obligation rather than love as his eyes would roam across the room to another.

He really wasn't worth a single shit.

He didn't deserve you.

Hell he didn't even deserve to be where he was.

He had no right to claim he was better than the very ones he slaughtered yearly.

He was worse than them.

Adam buried his face into his hands, rubbing them as tears dripped from his eyes until his gaze fell on a piece of paper with a key taped to it.

He knew the key, similar to one forgotten on his keyring and it was what brought him back to this cabin built by him in the early years of his heavenly marriage.

He walked in, his hopes of finding you crushed and his heart shattered as the entire place was decked to the halls for the day's celebrations.

His eyes fell on all the decorations, and followed them to the main room where he fell to his knees at the sight of all the perfectly wrapped gifts.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck” He whispered as he moved to each one reading cards each one breaking him more than ever.

Dear Adam,

I hope you found happiness this year, Hopefully this will Aid you

Wishing you Well y/n

To Adam,

I saw this scarf and remembered how you used to keep me warm with your wings. I hope it keeps you warm when your wings can't.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

This once was our favorite book, the one we never finished because you're too busy dreaming up our own stories. Maybe one day at least one of us will be able to finish it.

I hope it ends well.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

A watch. To remind you that time keeps moving forward, even when it feels like it shouldn’t. Wear it maybe?

From, Y/N

To Adam,

That cologne you love. I can still remember how it lingered on my clothes after you held me. Maybe it'll comfort those close to you when you wear it.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

A photo album of us. Because I was always afraid I’d forget the way you smiled, but now I realize you might need these more than I ever did.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

A pair of gloves. You always hated how mine never matched yours. Maybe now they’ll fit better with your life.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

Inside is everything I never said but should have. If you read it, you’ll understand who I was in the years our love started to dull. Or at least, I hope you will.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

A key. It doesn’t open anything anymore, but maybe it’ll remind you that some doors are meant to stay closed.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

A candle. For all the nights you said I lit up your world. I hope this will happen when I no longer can.

From, Y/N

To Adam,

This is the last gift. I left it empty. Fill it with whatever helps you heal. That’s all I want for you now. Change into the good person I always believe you to be.

From, Y/N

‘Change into the good person I always believe you to be’

It led him stumbling through the city with that christmas gifts tag, all the way to the council after he sent an urgent request to the damned.

He went down, the elevator running smooth even if it had been left unused. When the doors opened his eyes met with Yellow red of concern and White eyes of suspicion.

“Adam??” The princess of the dam questioned wondering why he summoned for a meeting so early in the morning on such a day. Now even more so to why the Asshole she met months and again at the last failed meeting, looked so destroyed.

“What are you doing he-”

“One sinner.” He breathed his eyes finally moving from the card to look at her and her traitor of an angel partner, Making their faces move to confused shock.

“Redeem one Sinner in a year on this day, And I'll stop the exterminations for good.”

Because if a sinner could be redeemed,

Maybe he could be too.

And just maybe, he would be able to return you.

[aroaessidhe]

metal from heaven fans i have character design sketches for most of the cast I would love if anyone has Thoughts Ideas or Suggestions (gay sketches as a reward if you read to the bottom)

i did..... not quite every on page character, but pretty much everyone who's there more than once and at least vaguely described (or like. I'd do gwyar if it wouldn't be a spoiler)

all the character descriptions I have recorded are here by the way !!

some of the characters are described a lot but most are like.....their face/hair but nothing about their clothes, or the other way around, so for a lot of them I just winged it - part of the reason I wanted to do so many characters roughly was so get a sense of the overall styles and vibes? august said they were thinking about john galliano for fashion so I took a lot of inspo from that and also a heavy dose of western vibes.....fashion is not my strong point though. truly just stuck it all in a blender and slapped it on.

and also for most of these it's sort of first-or-second-pass designs - basically just getting an initial feel rather than really solidly Designed. so likely to change. I could definitely push a lot of them further!!!

fingerbluffs/choir etc!

sisphe is described with having sunlight trapped in her hair and then also a dark curtain of hair and it's PROBABLY dark but I did imagine her blonde initially because of that. going with blonde hair as a kid that got darker to compromise...

her disguise outfit isn't really described other than gloves but I kinda matched it to marney disguise (below)

harlow took me so long to figure out getting her face like I imagined and also like how I described....I'm not sure still. i love her sm

amon is accidentally giving victor arcane. the character archetype + colour palette I guess. I specifically made it blue/black with pink highlights because of the tullian gender colours though..

tbh I still haven't figured out how their bandit hoods work. I think they pull over from the back of the head but I can't figure out how to draw that in a way that works so they're bandanas for now

not pictured but what are we imagining the lurchers like. just fun punky sff motorbikes?

aristrocrats !!

i am pretty happy with my marney and goss (though goss could be shorter...)

wanna do more vikare outfits

yann i. chauncey supposed to be quite boring and nondescript but also. sure does like Like A Random Dude in this lineup huh

basically all of the bottom row are only lightly described so I just went with the initial vague mental image I had tbh!

could I put more effort into giving them more cultural distinctions / make the areas they're from more visually distinct? yes probably. it's hard to get a sense of some of that when some of the places are within ignavia and some are like.. separate continents - and there's no map to sort it out in my head. (you may notice i wrote where they're from in blue by the names though)

description: 'detailed traditional tullian/drustish/etc embroidery' me: here's some vague scribbles

could deffo get some more body diversity in here

anyway genuinely very interested if anyone is like 'I imagined x to be completely different in y way' or fancasts or anything else! i am so open to and interested in making changes if other people have thoughts (and like if you're not an artist so can't draw it yourself) (or even if you are an artist but don't have the time and want to make me draw it instead. i know the feeling)

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thanks for reading here's sketches:

I promise I will post these properly on my art blog sometime. also if anyone has ideas for little sketches like these, of any particular interactions or whatever....

[moonpie016]

Ok before I throw this drawing at y'all, (even though I, for whatever reason, don't reblog much of anything on here. Only rarely. And probably should've saved this to tag and reblog.. idk how many I could've tagged anyway.)

I could've done that. Actually, it would've been more convenient to do that. Made more sense.

I was surprised, then the surprise turned to delight, sheer confusion, and then back to delight with too much smiling and happiness. Sooooooooo.

Idk how to word this properly without sounding repetitive. But I'm very happy y'all enjoy...my presence? Yeah! And all of you are cool too! Extremely!/gen

(If I've liked your stuff already, on anything, that shows the uhhhhhh, that I like the stuff you do??? The basic of knowledge with how such things work! And think you're very cool. And appreciate the words you all provide on stuff. I read them all. :] )

ANYWAYS.

*Steps up to your doorstep with this odd comparison*

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Now I know where this archetype of character came from in my mind. Kinda. NO WONDER MY MIND DESIGN REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING! It's cus of HIM. The literal loner. Error. Which I have not drawn in a huge chunk of time. I just thought their outfits looked similar. The big jacket and whatever the collar is called, (a lapel??? Idk?????).

Uh, have fun with the nostalgia and possible memories???? Goodness.

Error's cool.

I have nothing else to say about this, I should remake Undertale stuff again. It'd be fun. :3

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[egrets-not-regrets]

Paperweight

Inspired by a discord conversation about businessman Guilliman being mean and stepping on his little secretary who is picking up papers on the ground.

Author’s Note: TW: Dubcon, humiliation, power imbalance, slight smut. Modern AU CEO Roboute Guilliman. Honestly this could apply to a few other primarchs.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams, @yurihasurunbara

“I’m sorry, Mr. Guilliman, sir.” You whimpered looking at his icy blue eyes, licking your dry lips nervously. Then looked down at the scatter of paper and folders on the ground.

The imposing businessman tsk-ed with annoyance, “You clumsy slut. Go fetch.” his deep commanding voice ordered. You blushed, embarrassed, being humiliated like this was not part of your job description, but this was not the first time he did this. Besides, who would believe you should you complain? Which other job would pay this much for the work you do? You just graduated and still have to pay back your student loans. You suppose you should count your lucky stars that the ceo of McCragge Financial Co. did not decide to humiliate you in public instead.

“Yes, Mr…” his brow rose. You paused, then correcting yourself, “Yes, sir…” you whispered. Tugging down the hem of your short skirt (too short) uneasily as you bent down in front of him to gather the fallen documents.

You shuddered feeling heat rushing down your chest. You could feel Mr. Guilliman’s eyes on you, roving over every inch of your figure, finally settling on the curves of your as confined in the tight little skirt you wore. It wasn’t your choice of clothes, but it was one of the many outfits that Mr. Guilliman bought, and insisted that you wear to work. “Work uniform” he said, “You need to look professional and neat.”

A sudden boot to your ass knocked you out of your thoughts and down onto your hands and knees. Trembling, you looked up at him, your glasses askew.

The cloth of his dress shirt stretched tightly across his muscled chest as he let out an impatient growl. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine, “Hurry up. What did I hire you for? To be a glorified paperweight?”

Rubbing your thighs together unconsciously, you replied meekly, “No, sir. Sorry, sir.” Your gaze dropped back to the floor, face flushed, doing your best to gather the paper on the ground. Your short skirt slowly rode up your ass as you crawled around to gather the documents. It was impossible to ignore the heat welling between your legs as Guilliman’s leer intensified.

You were about to get up once you organized the papers again when you felt the heavy pressure of the ceo’s foot on hands pinning you to the floor. You winced, “Mr. Guilliman?”

You whined feeling the pressure of his leather shoe creak against your hands. Afraid of having your hands broken, you quickly addressed him properly, “Sir?”

You sighed in relief as Guilliman moved his foot to your lower back, keeping you down on your hands and knees.

“Stay down.” he ordered. You obediently did as he asked.

He hummed thoughtfully as his foot teased your skirt up, exposing your silk-covered cunt. You had worn that pair of blue silk panties wanting to feel a little fancy. You whimpered, feeling the leather tip of his shoe teasingly rubbing up and down your slit, despairing when you feel your arousal spreading between your inner thighs. The silk panties couldn’t hide that now. You trembled and stuttered, “S… S… Sir…?”

Guilliman chuckled, pressing the tip of his foot harder, seeing the darkening damp patch on the blue silk “Maybe I should add ‘glorified paperweight’ to your resume. Seems like you like it enough.”

[crowandmousewritingco]

We Liked Your Vibe

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Din Djarin

Words: 3.4 k

Rating: M (it's mostly smut folks)

Summary: Din promised Dieter to a threesome, and you have caught their attention.

Author: Mod Mouse (I know I'm not dead)

Note: Happy Holidays everyone! This is my gift to @guelyury for the secret santa exchange set up by @dieterbravobrainrotclub! Thank you @sp00kymulderrI for setting this up! I hope you enjoy your gift.

On another note, I hope to start getting back in the grove of writing. With the semester wrapped up and my life in general calming down, I hope to start posting fics again. I don't think it will be as often as I was (I can't believe I somehow put two fics a week out lol) But I'll figure out something that works. Anyways onto the smut!

“Oh what about that one?” Dieter asked excitedly, nodding in the direction of a goth looking person strolling up to the bar. 

Din glanced up from his whiskey, the melting ice giving a small tink against the glass. His gaze took in the figure, but he shook his head. “Not that one. Came in with a partner.” 

Dieter signed dramatically and slumped over the bar counter. Din slid his drink away to keep him from knocking it over. This wasn’t the first time tonight. “Diiiiiiiiin” Dieter whined. “That’s the third one you’ve said no to tonight.” 

“Yes but all you’ve shown me are couples. I said they had to be single,” Din replied raising his highball glass to his lips. 

Dieter stuck his tongue out at him before turning his head to survey the room. His dark eyes roamed the space once again. So many people with others. ‘Was no one single in the tristate area anymore?’ The thought crossed his mind and he sighed. Maybe it was just going to be him and Din tonight. 

That was until you saddled up to the bar, seemingly with the weight on the world on your shoulders. Dieter’s head poked up as you ordered a shot of tequila. You sprinkled some salt on the crook of your thumb as the bartender set the glass in front of you. Quickly you lapped the salt up with one hand and down the shot in the other, the sting of the alcohol barely affecting you. 

Without looking away, Dieter tugged on Din’s sleeve. “What about that one?” 

Din sighed, only getting slightly fed up with his husband. But when his eyes took you in, something stirred in him. You were very attractive to say the least despite not trying too hard. The favorite shirt that you choose, more for comfort than for attraction, stuck to you in all the right places leaving Din with a nice outline to admire. 

Din hummed which was the most approval he had given all night. Dieter smiled a big goofy grin and practically jumped from the barstool. Though he quickly straightened his outfit to make himself just a tad bit more presentable. Din followed soon and Dieter quickly grabbed his hand dragging the older man over. 

You hadn’t noticed them approach, your mind wiring a thousand thoughts a second. It was only when you heard someone say “Ya know we saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe.” You glanced up and blushed as you took in the odd couple. One man dressed in what you would call disaster chic and the other in a very monochromatic but well put together fit. 

You smirked. “You know this is a new one for me.” 

The messy haired one tilted his head. “Oh and how's that?” 

“Well you aren’t a middle aged straight couple who’s only way to save their marriage is to have a threesome,” You quipped. 

That got a laugh from the shorter man. “We’re about as opposite as that.” 

You raked your eyes over both of them smiling. “You can definitely say that.” 

“Oh where are my manners? Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Dieter and this is my tall, dark and very handsome husband Din.” 

Din held his hand to you and you graciously took it. The size difference from his hands against yours sent heat fluttering to your stomach. “It’s a pleasure to me you,” Din said, taking interest in your reaction. 

“Uh yes um ditto,” You stuttered, still taken aback. “Too bad I’m not dressed up.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Dieter chuckled. “It seems our friend here sees something she likes.” 

“Hmmm? Oh um yes” You blushed quickly taking your hand back. 

“So how about it? Want to see where else there's a size difference?” Dieter asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the pair, but you shrugged your shoulders. “I actually would love that.” 

Dieter’s eyes widened and he clapped his eyes excitedly. “Perfect.” He dramatically pointed to the exit. “Let us make haste and love!” He hurried towards the exit. 

You couldn’t help, but giggle at the man’s antics. You hopped off the stool throwing a few ones onto the counter. “Is he always like this?” You asked Din who offered his arm to you which you gladly accepted. 

“Always.” Din replied, and you followed the chaotic Dieter out the door. 

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Dieter talked the whole way home to their apartment. It wasn’t so bad. You sat in the back with him as Din drove, and Dieter basically went over all of the kinks he had and what they both were comfortable with. It wasn’t what you were expecting considering your past experiences, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. You laid out what you did and didn’t like to do which Dieter was very receptive too. After your check in, it wasn’t long until you were making out with Dieter, his hands roaming all of you and trying to pull you into his lap. You giggle as you carefully straddled his waist, bracing yourself on the door frame. 

A low purr emanated from Dieter as he nuzzled his face into your clothed breasts. You couldn’t help but giggled as he motorboated against the fabric. With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his curly hair, giving his scalp a gentle scratch. Dieter squeezed your hips making you squeak from the surprise. He smirked and snaked his hands up your stomach, sighing at your soft skin. You watched as he pushed up your shirt, licking his lips at the sight of your bare tits staring him right in his face. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I see you weren’t interested in the support tonight.” 

You chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Nah, the girls needed to be free tonight.” 

With both of his hands, Dieter gently grasped your breasts in his hands rolling his thumb gently over your peaking nipples. You gasped, pushing your chest forward needing more stimulation from his fingers. Dipping his head, Dieter lapped at your nipples, the chill from his drink still evident on his tongue. You shivered as he lapped at your peaks, loving the contrasting warm and cold feelings. Dieter chuckled, pausing his motions and nuzzling his cheek into your chest. Playfully he bounced your tits saying, “Well I can be their support.” 

You giggled at his playfulness. “Unfortunately I can’t have you holding them 24/7.” 

Dieter pouted. “But I wanna.” 

You smooth his curls away from his forehead. “I’ll see what I can figure out.” 

That returned Dieter’s smile. With one hand still on your breasts, he sneaked his other down your stomach once more sliding them into your pants. You gasped softly as his fingers toyed with the lacey straps. Dieter smirked. “And you said you weren’t dressed up.” 

You blushed. “I wouldn’t consider underwear as dressing up.” 

“On the contrary, sweetheart. I am always an advocate of showing off the fanciest of underwear.” He purred his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Slow delicate circles send a pulses of pleasure through your body. Soft pants escaped your lips and you pressed your head into his shoulder. 

Dieter chuckled as he continued his motions, dragging his fingers all around your sensitive bits. His dark eyes caught Din’s in the rearview mirror and he smirked. “My love I believe your eyes stay on the road.” 

All Din gave as a response was a grunt, but Dieter could tell how worked up Din was. Dieter chuckled to himself as they pulled into their long driveway, the car gliding over the smooth concrete. Din turned the car off, quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt and opening the driver side door. It only took a second for him to open the backseat and carefully pull you off of Dieters lap holding you in his arms. 

You bit your lip as Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, his noticeable erection pressing into your stomach. “Oh and what was that about not paying attention?” Dieter teased, closing the car doors behind you. Din growled into your lips and Dieter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the door” 

Din followed Dieter up the driveway, the footsteps of Dieter’s crocs guiding him into the house. You weren’t paying attention. All of your focus was the taste of whiskey against Din’s soft lips. Quick pants escaped your lips as the warm air of the house hit your skin. Din bit your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth. Gasping your fingers tangled in his hair giving them a firm tug. Din moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose into his stubbled cheek. 

“Oh that’s such a nice sound.” Din blushed, dropping his gaze. You kissed his cheek leaning in close before saying, “I like hearing you moan.” That heard another twitch in his pants as he carried you into the bedroom. 

With your attention focused on other things, you could finally take in the space where Din had carried you. A giant bed lay against the wall with the soft silken covers adorning the top. Memorabilia from Dieter’s collection lined the wall while Din’s areas stayed relatively minimalist. You wondered how such an odd couple ended up together. 

But quickly your mind returned to the task at hand. As gently as handling an animal, Din set you in the middle of the bed. It only took a moment for him to crawl over you, encompassing you with his wide body. You bit your lips as your hands slid up his button shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. 

“Mmmmm what a lovely sight you two are,” Dieter commented as he sauntered to the edge of the bed. He made himself at home by the pillows as he watched the show. 

You blushed under the attention of the actor, but continued your focus on Din. Your fingers danced over the buttons, slowly opening them to reveal the skin underneath. The sight was utterly delicious and all you wanted to do was lick the saltiness as you made your way down. 

With a slow pull of your hands, you touched every inch of Din’s torso earning gasps from the older man. By the time you reached the tops of his jeans, he was panting, his full erection pressing against the material. Slowly you caressed his cock, feeling the magnitude against your hand. “Shit you are big.” You said, licking your lips. 

Just like his shirt, you undo the button, shifting the material down freeing his cock. It stood at attention with beads of precum already pooling on the head. With a finger, you traced the prominent vein up the shaft to the head where you gathered the precum against your finger. Curiously you brought it up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Din as the saltiness coated itself over your tongue.

 You moaned at the taste and you could hear Dieter chuckling beside you. “He tastes better than any cocktail.” 

Humming in agreement you shifted yourself bringing your head closer to Din’s. But as you go to take his cock into his mouth, Din stops you with a gentle push on your shoulder. You look up, worried you did something wrong. 

“I want to treat you since you were so kind to agree to this,” Din voiced, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but blush in return. With these sorts of nights, you were lucky if the man ever went near your vagina with anything other than his cock. Din was such a considerate person that it was a shame this was only for one night. You nodded, returning back to your original position. With dexterous fingers Din pulled your pants along with the underwear off in one fluid motion. You shivered as the cool air hit your legs. Din stared at you with his dark brown eyes as he trailed slow kisses from your calf to your thighs until you could feel his breath against your wet lips. 

“I’m gonna devour you, little flower,” Din purred. 

Dieter rolled his eyes. “We all love your chivalrousness babe, but someone is also getting lonely. And I mean, she did want to blow someone.” Dieter commented and you couldn’t help but smirk. 

With a playful roll of your head, you opened your mouth ready for Dieter’s cock. Dieter smiled pulling down the waist of his well loved yet fashionable sweatpants, his own erection popping out. You lifted your hand giving Dieter a few pumps before kissing the head. His own salty taste mixed with Din’s was like a cocktail of lust in your mouth. 

That was when Din took the opportunity to take a long lick up your lips ending on a flick of his tongue on your clit. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, making you open your mouth. Dieter took the chance and slid the full length of his cock into your mouth. You gagged a little though taking no time to adjust to his size. 

Dieter leaned back his head against the headboard. “S-Shit we should have found you faster.” He slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue swirling around and up the shaft. “D-Din we gotta keep her.” 

Din hummed in agreement as he lapped at your clit. Sparks of pleasure tingled in your stomach, making you moan against Dieter’s cock. The full balls slapped against your throat as Dieter’s thrusts started becoming faster. Dieter cursed with each movement enjoying himself immensely. His gaze wandered down to watch Din as he continued to pleasure you like you were his last meal.

“Shit babe, leave some of that for me. She’s gonna need it when I cum inside her.” You moaned at the thought of his cock spilling his seed inside you. Dieter smirked his gaze meeting your eyes. “Is that something you want, doll?” He asked, his thumb tracing your cheek. You nodded the best you could, and Dieter slowly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two. 

“You heard the cutie. I think it’s time for the ol’ Johnson to shine,” Dieter exclaimed excitedly as Din shifted away from you. It was your time to roll your eyes at the other man’s antics. Dieter maneuvered around getting on his hands and knees in front of you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You teased hands cupping Dieter’s cheeks and quickling kissing his lips. 

“Uh ya ridiculously horny,” He replied with a cheeky smirk. 

You threw your head back against the pillows, a loud laugh filling the room. “God you’re funny.” 

Dieter glanced over his shoulder at Din who had kneeled behind him. “See, someone thinks I’m funny.” 

“Just give it a few years,” Din teased back as he gently pulled a very fancy buttplug out of his husband. Dieter moaned at the lack of friction and you preoccupied him with your lips. He pushed for dominance against you, but you pushed back with just the same intensity. 

Din set the butt plug aside and squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Carefully he applied the generous amount onto his cock and Dieter’s hole. A soft gasp escaped Dieter’s lips as he shuttered against the chilly material. 

With a quick peck of the cheek, you said “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up in no time.” Dieter groaned at your words, his own cock twitching at the idea of being deep inside you. With a slow push, Din entered him a deep grumble vibrating his throat as he felt Dieter pulse around him. Dieter moaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he adjusted to his size. 

Gently you twirled his curls around your fingers, your nails massaging his scalp. It only took him a moment for him to be ready. Dieter gently pumped his own cock adjusting his hips to meet yours. He guided his cock up and down your slit, your arousal coating the head. You both moaned at the feeling. 

But Dieter grew impatient. With his hand he guided his cock to your hole, gathering up the wetness glistening between your legs. With an eager but still gentle push, he buried himself fully inside of you. The noise that escaped his lips was down right sinful as his legs shook from so much pleasure. Small pants flowed from your lips as you felt Dieter filling you to the brim with his cock. It twitched inside of you and you squeezed around it in response. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered nuzzling his nose into your neck, his warm breath ebbing against your skin.

Din took this as a sign to begin thrusting. It was slow at first, gauging how you were handling everything. In and out Dieter’s cock rubbed against the sensitive areas inside you, and you moaned. Fingers pulled at Dieter’s curls earning a new set of moans to the symphony of sex. 

Din grunted as he pulled his cock almost out of Dieter before plunging it back inside of him, sending Dieter deeper inside of you. The trio moaned as everyone was feeling on cloud nine. Din sped of up thrusts, the need for gentleness over. He draped his torso over Dieter’s back, leaning in to bite on the actor’s shoulder. 

Dieter twitched inside of you, and you smirked. “S-Shit I should bite you more,” 

Dieter moaned as Din’s thrusts became more erratic. It was clear that Din was close to cuming and by the way Dieter felt inside of you, he was close too. Your hand slid down your torso and your fingers began circling your clit, speeding up your motions as you felt the heat in your stomach began to grow and grow. 

With each circle you squeezed around Dieter, earning a moan each time. Your fingers pressed on a particularly sensitive bit and you moaned, sending your legs shaking. Dieter couldn’t hold on much longer. With a few more thrusts from Din, Dieter leaned his head back and came hard inside you. You could feel each bit of cum drenching your walls. 

You played with your clit as fast as you could, using your entire hand to gain the pleasure you need. Soon you joined Dieter in the realm of orgasm and came with the tensing of your legs. As you came down from your high, a series of grunts filled the room as Din filled Dieter with his own high. 

All three of you were left panting against the bed. Din was the first to pull out, and with a tilt of your head you could see the cum cascading down Dieter’s leg. Din gave Dieter’s ass a few taps before slowly getting off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. 

Almost reluctantly Dieter pulled out of you, his gaze drifting down to see his own seed dripping from you. “Fuck that’s such a pretty sight, doll.” Dieter moaned as he leaned down. You followed his gaze with curiosity. Dieter glanced up. “What? Think I would miss an opportunity to taste the both of us? Not a chance.” With a quick swipe of his tongue, he gathered you and his own arousal on his tongue savoring the saltiness. You gasped at the overstimulation and latched onto his curls for grounding. This only spurred him on, and soon he was devouring like he hadn’t eaten in days. Another orgasm ripped through you, surprising you with how quickly he made you cum. That made Dieter’s ego skyrocket, and he chuckled as he detached himself from you. 

“S-Shit…how?” You asked, panting, mind fuzzy from the pleasure. 

“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Dieter winked before he settled beside you. His arms pulled you in for cuddles which you gladly appreciated. The warmth from his chest filled you with ease as you wound down from the activities. 

Din reappeared with the washcloth, and with effortless gentleness he cleaned the both of you. He tossed the material aside, dealing with it at a later time, before settling on the other side of you. You practically purred at the feeling of the two men sandwhiching you. 

Everything was quiet as you laid there. Din gently drew imaginary shapes on your skin, and Dieter twirled your hair in his fingers. “C-Can we do this again?” You asked hesitantly not wanting to break the magic of tonight. 

Dieter chuckled against your hair. “I was hoping you would ask that.” You smiled in return happy that your crappy night had turned into something you had a feeling would last a long time.

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