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game show host!joel miller x contestant f! reader ▪︎summary: it's the late 1970s, and you're fresh out of college. for your graduation gift, your parents got you a special ticket to be part of your favorite game show, 'Love Jive'. They didn't know you didn't like the show itselfㅡ but it's smooth talking MC, Joel Miller. ▪︎tags: pwp, age gap (pretty hefty one), super flirty joel, shy/lovestruck reader, afab!reader, pet names galore!!, p in v (unprotected), mirror sex kind of, slight breeding kink, creampie, joel kind of has an innocence kink idk.

▪︎this has been sitting in my drafts for two months now. Hopefully, you enjoy this short and silly 2.45k words one. There is no plot for it honestly, just thought it would be a cute concept. maybe a series might come from it, who know? love ya!!

It was the summer of 1979, and the air felt heavy with possibility. You were fresh out of college, diploma in hand, and ready to take on the world—or at least that’s what you told yourself when your parents asked what came next.

Their graduation gift to you? A surprise ticket to Love Jive, the hottest game show on TV. You’d tried to hide your awkward smile when they handed it over, the envelope sparkling with glitter that matched the show’s logo. What they didn’t know was that it wasn’t the show’s ridiculous premise that had you tuning in every week.

It was him.

Joel Miller.

The man was a legend, smooth as honey and twice as sweet. The way his Texan drawl slid over those ridiculous love-related catchphrases? You swore it had ruined you for men your own age. He had to be at least twenty years older than you, but that salt-and-pepper hair, that sly smile, those broad shoulders stretching under his velvet blazer? They didn’t make men like Joel Miller anymore.

So here you were, standing nervously behind the curtain in the Love Jive studio.

“Contestants, ready?” a stagehand called.

Your stomach did a flip as the warm-up announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. The audience clapped and cheered, the excitement infectious. Before you could second-guess yourself, the curtain lifted, and the stage lights bathed you in gold.

And there he was.

Joel Miller stood center stage, microphone in hand, looking like he owned the room— and maybe he did. That million-watt smile lit up his face, his dark eyes sweeping the contestants before landing on you. He did a double take so subtle you almost missed it, but when his smile softened just a fraction, your heart skipped a beat.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” His voice rolled through the air like warm molasses, drawing chuckles from the crowd. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves some fine contestants tonight. Y’all ready to find love and maybe a little bit of fun?”

The audience erupted in cheers, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to join them. Not when Joel Miller was staring at you like you were the most interesting thing in the room.

“And what’s your name, darlin’?” Joel asked, pointing the microphone toward you.

You blinked, mouth suddenly dry. “Uh—uh, it’s—” You blurted out your name, voice cracking slightly. Joel chuckled, low and smooth, his dimples deepening as he grinned. “Well now, ain’t you just the sweetest thing. Y’all hear that? Even her name’s cute as a button.”

The crowd ooh’d and ahh’d, but Joel’s gaze stayed locked on you.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he drawled, leaning ever so slightly closer, “what brings a lovely little thing like you to Love Jive? Lookin’ for romance? Or just here for the spectacle?” Heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you prayed the lights were too bright for anyone to notice. “Um, I—I guess you could say both?”

Joel’s eyebrows lifted, and his grin turned downright wicked. “Both, huh? Well, darlin’, I can promise you this much—you’re in for one hell of a show.” The crowd roared their approval as Joel winked at you, leaving your heart thundering in your chest. You’d come to Love Jive expecting to admire Joel Miller from afar. You hadn’t counted on becoming the center of his attention.

And as the game began, one thing became crystal clear: Joel wasn’t just hosting tonight. He was playing a game of his own— and you were the prize he had his sights set on.

Fast forward to the 15-minute commercial break.

The knock on the door came firmly, pulling you out of your flustered thoughts. You glanced at the mirror, smoothing down your blouse and trying to will away the redness on your cheeks. “Come in,” you called out, voice trembling slightly.

The door creaked open, and in stepped Joel Miller, the man of all your desires.

The sight of him so close took your breath away. He leaned casually against the doorframe for a moment, his dark eyes settling on you. His smile, warm and teasing, was the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. “Well, there you are,” he drawled, his voice like velvet. “Thought I’d come check on you, see how my favorite contestant’s holdin’ up.” You blinked, trying to find your voice. “Oh, uh—fine! I’m fine,” you stammered, your hands twisting nervously.

Joel stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The dressing room wasn’t large to begin with, and his presence filled it completely, making the space feel even smaller.

“Fine, huh?” he said, leaning against the vanity, his arms crossing casually over his chest. “Can’t blame you for bein’ a little flustered. All those lights, all those people… and me.” His grin turned teasing, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment. You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “It’s not—I mean, you’re not—”

“Sweetheart, relax,” Joel interrupted, his voice a low chuckle. “I’m just messin’ with you.” His eyes softened, and he tilted his head. “But if I’m bein’ honest, you’ve got somethin’ about you. That’s got me wonderin’ if maybe I’m the one a little flustered tonight.”

Your heart skipped at his words. “Me?” you asked, disbelief clear in your voice. Joel’s grin deepened, his dimples on full display. “Yeah, you,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. He stepped closer, his hands sliding into his pockets. “Pretty little thing like you walkin’ in here, lookin’ all sweet and innocent, got every man in the audience wishin’ he was sittin' in my shoes tonight.” You felt like your face might catch fire. “I don’t think that’s true,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel reached out, gently lifting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him. His hand was warm and firm, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “Well, I do,” he said softly, his dark eyes holding yours. “And I don’t say things I don’t mean, sweet girl."

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as he leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping even lower. “I was thinkin’... maybe once this show wraps up, you and I could get outta here. Go somewhere quiet. Just you and me.” Your pulse thundered in your ears, and you felt dizzy under his gaze. “You mean… like a date?”

Joel chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “Exactly like a date,” he murmured. “What do you say, sweetheart?” You nodded before you could overthink it, your shy smile breaking free. “I’d really like that.” Joel’s grin turned downright wicked. “Good,” he drawled, his hand sliding to cradle your cheek. “’Cause I’ve been dyin’ to do this all night.”

Before you could say another word, Joel leaned in and kissed you. His lips were warm and sure, moving against yours with a perfect mix of confidence and tenderness. You felt your hands instinctively grip the vanity behind you, your knees going weak as his other hand settled lightly on your waist.

The kiss lingered, soft and sweet, but with just enough heat to leave your head all dizzy. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, “even better than I imagined.” You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you, shy and giddy all at once. “You imagined kissing me?”

Joel grinned, pressing a quick, playful kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Oh, I imagined far more than kissing you, darlin’. Hard not to when you look at me the way you do.” Your heart felt like it might burst, but before you could respond, a sharp knock sounded at the door. “Mr. Miller, we’re back in two!”

Joel sighed dramatically, giving you a wink as he stepped back. “Guess I better get back to work,” he said, his tone light but his eyes still lingering on you. “Don’t go runnin’ off after the show, y’hear? I’m not done with you yet.” You nodded, still too flustered to form a coherent sentence. With one last smirk, Joel turned and strolled out the door, leaving you breathless.

The show had ended in a blur of applause, flashing lights, and the announcer’s booming voice thanking everyone for watching. Contestants and crew mingled briefly as everyone prepared to leave. You’d just stepped to the side of the stage when one of the other contestants, a bubbly blonde in a bright orange jumpsuit, sidled up to you with a knowing smile.

“Well, well, well,” she teased, nudging you with her elbow. “Looks like you really got Mister Smooth swooning all over ya.”

You blinked, startled. “What? No, I don’t think—”

“Oh, honey,” she interrupted with a laugh, crossing her arms. “Everyone could see the way he was devouring you with his eyes. I swear, I was worried he might forget the rest of us were even there.” Your face went hot, and you shook your head quickly. “You’re imagining things.”

“Sure,” she said with a wink, already walking away. “If by ‘imagining things,’ you mean watching him look at you like you hung the moon. Enjoy it, sweetie. A man like Joel Miller doesn’t come around every day.”

Her words echoed in your head as you made your way back to your dressing room. Closing the door behind you, you exhaled deeply, desperate for a moment to collect yourself. The quiet was a relief after the chaos of the show. You slipped out of your stage outfit and into the dress you’d brought for afterward. A soft yellow dress with bell sleeves, a cinched waist, and a flowing A-line skirt covered in a delicate floral print. It felt like something out of a sunny dream, and you hoped it might give you a touch of the confidence you sorely lacked.

You were smoothing the fabric over your hips when the door opened without warning.

“Oh, wow.” The single word made you whirl around. There he was. Joel Miller, standing in the doorway. His tie was loosened, his shirt collar slightly unbuttoned, and his dark eyes were locked on you. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, the words leaving his lips like a breath. Your cheeks warmed instantly, and you managed a shy smile. “Oh, it’s just… just a dress,” you murmured, brushing your hands nervously over the skirt.

Joel stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he approached. His gaze was unwavering, taking you in like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Just a dress, darlin’,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But you could be wearin’ a paper bag, and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in the room.” You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Joel stopped in front of you, lifting a hand to gently cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin, his touch warm and steady.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, before closing the space between you.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. Where the earlier kiss had been soft and tentative, this one was sure, filled with hunger and intent. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a passion that made your knees weak.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak— only feel. His touch, his warmth, the way he held you like you were something rare. “Been thinkin’ about doin’ that since the first time I saw you,” he admitted, his voice rough.

You let out a breathless laugh, your hands clutching the lapels of his jacket for balance. “You’ve kissed me twice tonight, Joel,” you teased, your voice trembling slightly. Joel grinned, his dimples making an appearance. “Yeah, I have a soft spot for sweet girl like yourself. ” he said before pausing shortly. “And if you’ll let me, darlin’, I’d be doin' a lot more than kissing you.”

Stopping him was the furthest thing from your mind.

"I'll let you.."

Without thinking, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. His eyes darken, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he's won some battle. " You're a good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. The contact sends sparks through you, and your skin burns where he touches. Without any hesitation, he spins both of you so that you are facing the large golden mirror above the counter. Joel groans, rolling his shoulders back as he bends you over the vanity, your hips snug in his grip. "God, you're so fuckin' gorgeous, angel."

you look down. "Please.." The man shakes his head and lands a hard smack on one of your asscheeks, making you yelp in the process. He takes his time pulling up your flowy dress, finally taking a look at your soaking panties, white with laced blue details. "Fuck, look at her." His calloused thumb makes contact with your clothed folds, dragging it up and down, in painfully slow circles. In mere seconds, you hear the material rip and then feel the flimsy undergarments fall on the cold tiled floor.

"What a pretty pussy." he mutters under his breath, undoing his trousers. he pulls them a bit down, enough for his manhood to spring free and slap against his covered bellybutton. you can see it all in the mirrorㅡ it's huge, to say the least. you gasp softly as you feel him drag the wet tip of it against your swollen bud, and you hide your gaze, head hanging low in embarrassment. this doesn't last long, as his rough palm grabs at your face pulling it up again. you're making eye contact with him through the lit up mirror and you see him shake his head. "No, baby. You watch while I wreck this pussy, understand?" you shake your head, agreeing, but that isn't good enough so he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, lightly.

"Speak, sweetheart." you breathe out. "Yes, Joel." he drags the pulsing tip up and down, up and down as if he didn't make you wait long enough. truthfully you never wanted it to end, so maybe him teasing was his way of making sure this lasts. after he thinks its sufficient, Joel starts to push inside, and godㅡ your breath gets stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thorns. every prick of discomfort is soon replaced by an unexpected surge of delight.

Your tears fall down onto the surface under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're alright..." he assures you, asking you to surrender.

"Take it all. Atta girl, just like that..." he praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. Joel moves gently at first, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements. His hips dive down with force, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat, assuring you see how good he's destroying you.

Your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, little girl, look how tight she's suckin' me in." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each time. your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around him.

"Oh, god, please.." You manage. pulling at your hair, he starts chuckling. "Am I your god, baby? Ya like beggin'?" While thrusting relentlessly into you, jelly like legs barely holding you up anymore, your knees buckle. Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, this allowed you to take in a big gulp of air before you feel him deeper in your guts.

"want me to breed this young pussy, huh? feel you up with my babies? let people inside this roomㅡ let them film it for the whole world to see?" the room spins around you, vision blurry with tears and brain all fuzzy. you try your best to reply. "yes, oh, p-lease, please! "

"Go ahead." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much, Joel!" you cry out, praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into your pulsing cunt. The man buries himself into you as you come down from your high, body almost too limp to register your surroundings. then he slaps your ass, and watches you writhe under him. You looked perfect, like a carved our porcelain doll. With a few more snaps of his hips you feel he's close, his nails digging roughly into your skin as he finally paints your velvet walls with white ropes of come. "God fuckin'ㅡ!" you know that will leave bruises.

the dressing room feels sticky, and the mirror in front of you is all fogged up, but you can just barely make out your face, all tearstained and messy. You moan as he pulls out, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you shivering. Joel watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him like the most beautiful piece of art.

You're both quiet for a bit, before he breaks the silence. "You're still up for that date, little lady?"

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leonw4nter · 10 months ago

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Hi! I love your works sm and have a silly little idea.. Maybe planning and having a wedding with leon? Like im seeing you in your dress for the first time, choosing flowers, the rings, and having all of your friends/family at your wedding etc? Just little headcannons about it would be super cute!!!

DI!Leon Headcanons on planning + having a wedding…

RE:DI!Leon x F!Reader

Leon was supposed to propose to you during an out-of-the-country trip to Switzerland but unfortunately, he left the ring behind and had to secretly beat himself up over it. One beautiful evening, after you and him had just gotten home from the orchestra, he fished the tiny velvet box from his pocket and got down on one knee, too overcome by nerves to remember the speech he swore he memorized and too much in love to stall the question.

“You’re the last person I’d want to lose and the first person I’d think of growing old with. Y/N, will you marry me?”. In the end, he got the most unforgettable ‘yes’ he’s ever heard from you.

The wedding planning took 12 months, enough time to plan the wedding straight out of your dreams. He made sure to make the occasion magical, ensuring that the wedding is fit for a goddess amongst women (in his humble opinion). The wedding rings you and Leon agreed on were perfect, eager for the day that you two will finally have them on forever and ever, the rings facing wear and tears as you go gray and feeble with him.

Everyone saw your wedding dress before your wedding day– everyone but Leon. As soon as the large doors opened up and revealed you, Leon could no longer stop the tears flowing down his cheeks– you were so beautiful and breathtaking and it was as if veiled light itself was walking down the aisle. He was unable to keep his gaze to the front, head tilting to admire you every second. “You look so beautiful,” he excitedly whispered. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you.”

Since you and him agreed on a wedding color scheme of black, different shades of pink, and varying shades of warm white, the flowers you had for your bridal bouquet also followed that scheme, the flowers being cashmere anemones; white and baby pink tulips; vanda orchids; white limonium flowers, and white mink proteas. Everyone else also wore their dresses and suits in pinks and black; Chris opted for a sleek black turtleneck and blazer with a pink flower pinned to his breast pocket. Most of the women in attendance at your wedding opted to wear pink, with the men opting for black. Everyone was buzzing with excitement in their placements: Rebecca and Claire making joking bets that whoever cries first will pay up; Jill and Hunnigan were talking about how pretty you will look; Ethan and Chris were hyping Leon up since the groom was nervous but nevertheless excited; Piers and Carlos were talking about how good everything looks and how magical the air feels.

When the priest said “you may now kiss the bride”, Leon took a small step closer to you, gently lifting the veil that covered your face. He did everything slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment and commit every single detail– the sparkle in your eyes, the music in the background, and how everyone and everything else seemed to be a blur of colors except for the glowing bride in front of him. As soon as he removed the veil from your face, he took a few moments to admire you and pepper you with sincere compliments. He placed his left hand on your waist while his right gently cupped your cheek, big hands handling you with so much caution as if you were made of porcelain. He leans in and presses the gentlest, softest, most tender kiss ever, a small spreading on his lips when it really sinks in that he finally gets to call you his wife.

You and Leon had your first dance somewhere private since you wanted it to be a moment only you and him will share so after the first dance, you and him walk back to the reception hand-in-hand with the brightest smiles. The ring looked amazing on both your hands and Leon couldn’t stop to admire your hand. “You’ve got a ring like mine too, you know,” you’d softly tell him. “I know. It looks better with you though,” he’d respond sweetly before kissing the back of your hand. For the bouquet toss, you decided to use an exact replica of your bouquet since you wanted to keep your flowers in your own home; Rebecca ended up catching your bouquet, much to everyone’s surprise. She happily swung it around, showing it off to everyone, before walking with a happy sway of her hips towards her boyfriend Billy, which made Billy chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

You and Leon left early, waving everyone good night and good bye as you got in the bridal car that would take you to the hotel you were going to stay in. Since Chris was sober and had already volunteered to drive you to the hotel, he also left the party early. As soon as you two were out of the reception, it was immediately all kisses and giggles and I love yous muttered. Chris had to look you two through the rear-view mirror and say “I’m still here. You’ve got a room for all that when we get there.”

Married life won’t be all smooth sailing and conflicts are unavoidable but in facing and resolving those conflicts together, you will discover just how strong your commitment to each other is.

NOTE - TYSMM to the anon that requested this, I know I took long before I finally got to answer it but I hope it was worth the wait (despite this drabble being shorter than usual) <33 Currently craving ramyeon and mushrooms and seafood... naw but eating noodles late at night?? TOP TIER EXPERIENCE. Kinda stressing rn since one of my groupmates can't do their part on our research paper and it's getting on my last nerve BECAUSE I GAVE US SO MUCH TIME GIRLIE PLEASE 😭😭🙏🙏 Anyways, let's hope that I passed my entrance exams and the exams I took last week bc my grades cannot take another beating 🕯️TYSM for reading my fics, I <33333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!

The hanging star divider is made by @benkeibear , the images are colored by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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that-fangirl · 1 year ago

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Toshiya and Fashion

As someone who studied fashion, I wonder if the "revival" or "renewal" of certain iconic looks over the years is a conscious decision made by Toshiya or just a pattern from his tastes.

Naturally his taste has become more mature, refined and elegant. But some materials have remained something he reaches for constantly and the overall feeling too.

When it comes to accessories hats, gloves and pearls have been a part of his wardrobe and image over the years. In different styles and different formats but they make appearances in the late 90's, in the 2000's and until now.

Ties and chokers too.

In the fabric department, lace and leather make a comeback every now and then. And when you consider that lace has always been more heavily associated with women's fashion, I find it so remarkable, bold and refreshing to see Toshiya wearing it. To me it shows that Toshiya is a man in touch with his emotions and his divine feminine. It requires a certain touch of sensibility to reach for something like lace.

The same with velvet. Who doesn't remember the iconic blue velvet dress from the Studio Coast live?

There is something so royal and regal about the velvet dress. And the jewellery pieces? Chef's kiss. He is bold through and through.

Also keep in mind, this man doesn't mind skirts. When you study fashion and history of costume, you learn that all these things (skirts, lace and velvet were used in men's fashion for centuries.)

Fashion details like ruffles, bows, balloon sleeves and pleats also come around every know and then.

When I think of a lot of Toshiya's wardrobe pieces I get the feeling he must be a big McQueen fan. In fact I have seen him wearing the famous McQueen skull scarf during a photoshoot mid tour and he actually owns the Savage Beauty book.

There is a gothic romance, dark but sensual feeling that radiates from him sometimes.

And then... we have the more masculine tone of his fashion. The suits... my goodness I could ramble about this one none stop. The man has great build and a good suit, makes him look sharp, clean and elegant.

I do wish however that the tailoring around his back neck width, the neck drop, shoulder to shoulder length and height of the collar were made by a good tailor (not that the costume designer in charge of his fits is bad). I have only noticed that the fitting around this area often leaves creasing around his neck.

The same can be said about the fringe blazer. The concept and the visual is unrivalled. But I do have beef with it... the poor construction and sewing on that lapel gives me tailoring nightmares.

Mind you this is all the on-stage, artistic fashion surrounding Toshiya. It has been sharpened over the years so beautifully and I quite admire that about him.

#dir en grey #toshiya #fashion #do send me a message if I need to credit some of you for the photos

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year ago

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

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part one

❝ PERFECTION ❞

TUESDAY — 10:56PM

THE QUIET MELODY OF FAKE LAUGHTER BUBBLED AND ECHOED THROUGH THE HALLS OF WHITTAKER ESTATE. It had long grown dark across the city of Drew, and the curtains of the downstairs sitting room had been pulled shut, as to keep their guests from taking notice of the exorbitant amount of time they’d spent gabbing about business with Bentley’s father.

The classically furnished room looked like one from Jane Eyre or The Great Gatspy — with intricate curtains and rugs, velvet furniture, deep mahogany walls and a crackling, real wood fireplace that was providing most of the dim light. The massive wooden doors had been clicked shut hours ago.

Bentley’s father was perched professionally on a velvet chair that sat cockeyed toward the fireplace, swirling a small glass of amber liquid in his hand as he chuckled with his business associates. A man and woman — Bentley couldn’t tell if they were husband and wife or not — sat on an old loveseat across from his father with glasses of crimson wine. Both men in the room were dawning suits, complete with blazers and dress shoes, and the woman was wearing a tight red dress.

The man had been doing most of the talking. The woman was more preoccupied with the small, ugly dog she had sticking out of her giant black purse that Bentley had seen his father wrinkle his nose at at least a dozen times. She kept patting it and kissing it and mumbling incoherently to it. The child was seriously surprised her deep red lipstick was still on her and not the dog.

Speaking of, the nine-year-old, Bentley, was seated on a little couch behind his father that was pressed against the wall. He was still in the sightline of the visitors, because having a son made his father’s image better (or something like that) and that’s where he was told to stay. He was wearing a white button up and dress pants just as his father had ordered, and his usually unruly, deep red waves were slicked back on his head by a hardy concoction of water, gel, and willpower. One of which was beginning to dwindle a little quicker than the others.

The clock above the fireplace indicated that they’d been speaking in the room for just shy of five hours. It was nearing eleven o’clock at night. His father had informed him beforehand that they’d be in that room until he closed the business deal they were coming for, which, at the pace it was going now, could last another five hours if they wanted it to.

Bentley had spent most of those five hours staring at the woman and her funny looking little dog. He guessed it was a chihuahua, but it had a tuft of hair on its head that made it look more like a scraggly rat. And with the odd, rich-people hairdo the woman was sporting, they actually didn’t look too different.

But eventually, even that grew boring. Bentley would be lying if he said that he wasn’t both tired and marginally starving by now. Fortunately, the fireplace and conversation were loud enough to cover any protests his stomach was making from not eating since seven that morning. But unfortunately, no amount of crackle from the fireplace or mindless chatter could hide the fact that his eyelids were growing heavy. He’d stifled many yawns so far, probably a dozen, and he couldn’t help but wonder now much longer he’d have to sit there.

You stay right there until the meetings over, his father’s voice echoed in his head. He didn’t dare move or interrupt like he had last time.

He’d already made the mistake of interrupting a meeting a couple weeks ago — he felt really sick, and his natural response was to tell his father.

Alright. Let’s go to your room, I’ll return shortly — was what his father said in front of the associates.

But — can’t you see I’m doing more important things, Bentley? If you really are sick, stay away from me. And don’t you dare throw up anywhere but a bathroom — was what he said out of their earshot. Bentley spent four days sick by himself.

So this time, he was not going to make a mistake.

He’d been sitting up all straight and nice for… some of the meeting. The people weren’t paying much attention to him, so he let his posture slack a little over time. And it had been slacking and slacking until now, his knees were pulled up to his chest and his chin was resting on them. His father’s rule of no shoes on the furniture hadn’t slipped his mind, however, so his dress shoes were sitting nicely in the floor where he’d taken them off.

By the time the clock struck eleven, the room was fading in and out of blackness as sleep threatened to take him. It wasn’t the most uncomfortable position he’d ever slept in. In fact, it was just comfortable enough to coax him into the light slumber that had been taunting him for the past hour and a half.

But thankfully, his sleep was light enough for his ears to perk when the woman chuckled sweetly. “Aw, John… looks like your little helper got a bit sleepy. How sweet is that?” She cooed.

Ah, shoot. Bentley’s eyes snapped open, and he unraveled himself and slid his feet back into his shoes as quickly as he could, albeit being a bit disoriented from sleep. It wasn’t fast enough, though, because his father’s head had swiveled like that of an owl, and he was already scowling deeply at the boy.

“It seems as though he has,” He said in a level tone, despite his face remaining in an irritated, unamused state. “Let me take him up to bed.”

Bentley internally winced. He should’ve tried harder to stay awake. He was so stupid.

His father put his glass down and approached the couch, and Bentley had to use all his willpower not to shrink away. The man stopped ahead of him with nothing more than mere disdain painted on his features, but he reached out and gathered the nine-year-old up in his arms anyways.

It was nice. Or it would’ve been, if Bentley wasn’t afraid of what was coming next. For a moment, anyway, he was able to wrap his arms around his father’s neck and lay his head on his shoulder, to let him carry him out of the room and through the hallways of the estate and pretend everything was fine.

But as soon as they were out of earshot of his father’s company and in a dark hallway across the house, he dropped — yes, actually dropped — Bentley on the hardwood floor. The child made a loud thud, and a soft, tired whimper escaped him. Pain blossomed across his back and he fought the urge to cough from having the wind knocked out of him.

“Get up,” His father ordered sternly. Bentley pulled himself off the floor without a word.

“How many times do we have to talk about you not embarrassing me during meetings? It’s always something with you. You’re tired, you’re hungry, you don’t feel good,” The man growled, and Bentley winced away from him, staring at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, nearly inaudibly, bringing his hands up to wrap around his middle as some vague form of comfort. “I was really tired.”

He jumped when his father’s hand came in harsh contact with his face with a shrill thwack, staggering back a few steps. “Yeah? Well I’m really tired of your excuses.”

Bentley’s hand drifted up to his stinging cheek, and he only let his deep brown eyes flick up to the angry man for a split second. Then he stared at the floor again. “I’m sorry.”

His father moved toward him, and Bentley flinched away, but it didn’t stop him from latching onto the boy’s arm. “Come on.”

He was pulling Bentley behind him so quickly that he couldn’t seem to get his feet under him, and he stumbled around the corner into another dark hallway with an infamous white door at the end. There was a lock on the outside.

“No! Father, please… I promise I won’t do it again. I promise. Please don’t-“ Bentley pulled against his father’s grip, but that only got him jerked violently ahead, and his father’s grip tightened until it hurt.

“Quiet,” The man growled. He pulled the white door open as soon as they reached it, and he shoved Bentley inside without reproach. He slammed into the hard floor again, but his father showed no signs of regret. “If you can sleep during my meetings, you can sleep in here.”

His father shut and locked the door, leaving Bentley in a sea of pitch blackness.

“No! Father, please!” He lunged for the door when fear crashed over him like a tidal wave, frantically twisting the knob to no avail. His heart was pounding in his ears, and his breaths were growing short and quick. His eyes were darting everywhere but he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see.

He knew the room was only four-by-four, a small, empty utility closet. But he was still afraid of the dark.

“Father! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

After a few fruitless minutes of fighting with the knob, Bentley gave up, curling up in a little, trembling ball against the door. He flinched at the sound of something closing somewhere, then again when the house creaked, and again and again every time a new noise came. It was dark, and he was tired, and he was hungry, but he wasn’t going to sleep — he couldn’t sleep. Because then the monsters in the dark would come get him.

He wouldn’t be let out until sunrise, if he was lucky.

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dedicating this story to @sassenashsworld, who encouraged me to post it! 💛

#mb; a hundred days to become a wayne #batfamily #oc; bentley #oc; john whittaker #oc; bentley whittaker #oc; the puppeteer #oc; the puppet master #tw abuse

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stratossphere · 2 years ago

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first date | v.v

you and ville finally get a chance to go on a long-overdue first date.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, chock-full of suggestive content, mentions of sex, a teeny-tiny shred of insecurity, reader smokes

word count: 6.4k

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife

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"Okay. Hold the fuck up. You're not dressed nice." You stopped where you had just come out of the bathroom in a fucking dress, only to see Ville sitting on the couch in the same ratty jeans and Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt he'd been wearing since yesterday with a velvet black blazer over the top. You were intending to go on your first real date ever together tonight considering it was your first trip to Finland sans-Bam, and he'd insisted that you dress nice, but here he was dressed exactly how he always was. However, he was too busy letting his jaw drop to pay any attention to what you’d just said to him.

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered as his eyes dragged over you, sucking in a deep drag of his cigarette that he was holding between his lips while he set down the magazine in his hands. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." You smiled softly at the dumbfounded look on his face, coming towards him and then promptly being yanked into his lap by his hand on the back of your thigh once you were in range. You then repeated what you’d said before. "You're not dressed nice, Ville."

"What are you talking about? Yes I am." He motioned to the velvet blazer like it was obvious, his finger just happening to point to a stain on the front as he did so. You deadpanned.

"You didn't even change your clothes from yesterday." You pointed out dryly, your unimpressed look deepening when he pushed up the hem of your dress where his hands were resting on your thighs as you straddled his lap. You had no idea how he could shower and then put the same clothes on from the day before when he'd spent the majority of it in a disgusting house party. Men.

"No one's going to be paying attention to me, anyway." He said coyly, his eyes falling to the cleavage that your dress allowed for as he literally licked his lips. You let out a soft sigh, stopping his hands where they were clearly still trying to get the hem of your dress up. The underwear you were wearing was a surprise for later, and he was going to ruin it if he kept it up.

"I'm going to be paying attention to you. The whole time." You wondered if he really understood the point of going on a date. He seemed pleased at your words, however, and he also seemed to mentally make a decision on the dress code issue at hand.

"On this one occasion, I will let you dress me." He decided, smacking your ass lightly and then motioning for you to get up. "You can look in the clean clothes pile."

"Pile?" You didn't like the sound of that. If there was anything that you had learned in this past month or so that Ville had been slowly introducing his personality and everyday life to you, it was that he lived a painfully-aggressive bachelor lifestyle. His apartment was chronically disgusting, he had a habit of hiding dirty hair under a hat for as long as he could manage, he drank more than he ate, and more often than not cigarette butts never ended up making it into ashtrays.

But, on the other hand, he was incredibly sweet and unbelievably intelligent in every sense of the word, so it wasn't very hard to ignore those little...quirks. Most of the time. So, you still followed him into his room, unsure of what you were going to find when he went for his closet.

"Where are we even going?" You asked as you stepped around his piled up junk that almost completely covered his bedroom floor. If you were going to dress him, you needed at least a vague idea on what you were doing.

"Somewhere nice." He answered dismissively (and unhelpfully) as he pulled open his closet. There, you were met with exactly what he'd said it was: a giant pile of assorted clothes and loose socks. You let out a heavy sigh, and he motioned to it like he was giving you the go ahead. "But wear comfortable shoes."

That did not reassure you in the slightest, but you kneeled down regardless, starting to sort through what seemed like an endless abyss of weird shirts.

You couldn't help but laugh when you pulled out a long-sleeved shirt that was mesh and completely see-through, raising a questioning eyebrow as you held it up to him. He shrugged.

"Just in case." He supplied vaguely, taking it out of your hand and holding it out to inspect it himself. He then snickered. "You should wear this."

"You're funny." You said dryly, continuing to sort through shirts that all seemed to be black and all seemed to have some variation of a band logo or crude slogan on the front. You then pulled out his maroon button-up that he wore quite often for press. "What about this?"

"I don't like that shirt." Of fucking course. You huffed out a sigh, sitting down fully and leaning your head against the doorway of the closet as you looked up at him exasperatedly.

"Why not? You look so good in it." In fact, it had been the shirt he was wearing when you’d met him for the first time (and had, concurrently, realized you were deeply attracted to him), which made it one of your favorites. He made a face.

"It chafes." He was a handful sometimes. You gave him a look, because who knew he was so picky, before tossing the shirt to the side and continuing to dig. You then produced his white button up that had a little couple dancing printed all over it, which also looked really good on him, only to get a similar dismissal. "It's got stains."

You went through five more fucking shirts before you finally threw the simple long-sleeved black shirt he'd vetoed and let out a groan.

"I want to go on a date, but oh my god." You leaned your head heavily against the doorframe, looking up at him with helpless eyes where he was still standing over you with his arms tightly crossed. "Work with me here, honey."

"Honey, huh?" His lips were curling into a shit-eating grin, and you suddenly realized your vocal slip up. You had refrained from using any affectionate nicknames with Ville quite yet due to the newness of your relationship (you hadn't even been on your first date yet, for leading example), and it had just come out unconsciously. You froze a little bit, but he just grinned wider. "Stop picking all the garbage shirts and we can be done, honey."

"Okay. Final pick or you're just going to go on the date looking homeless." You said finally, patting his leg and then digging through the pile for a little bit longer before you came up with a black turtleneck. "Please say yes."

"Oh! I forgot I had that! You are a saint, love." Thank. Fucking. God. Ville immediately accepted the shirt, which didn't seem to have any stains, and it was then that you got a look at his disgusting, probably hardly-washed jeans.

"When you change your clothes, you usually change all of them." You pointed out dryly, motioning to the muddy, ripped bottom hems of his pant legs. And he wasn't wearing any socks.

"Find some pants, then." He was already taking off his t-shirt, and you sighed yet again as you turned back to your enemy of a clothes pile. Luckily, you quickly recovered a pair of gray tartan-patterned pants that didn't look too grimy, and you held them out to your boyfriend, who was in the middle of pulling a loose thread out of the turtleneck with his teeth.

"These?" With your luck, he was going to say something along the lines of 'they hurt my dick' or something. He looked over at you, staring at the pants for a long moment before he shrugged.

"Works." He confirmed. Thankfully, he was grabbing underwear out of the new pack that was sitting on top of his dresser (because apparently he'd rather buy new ones than just wash the ones he had), and you let out a breath of relief and grabbed him two socks before standing back up and bringing him the other half of his outfit.

"I can't believe people say that women take longer to get ready. You're not even dressed yet and I'm ready to go." You teased as you set the clothes on his bed, sitting down and putting your feet up to watch him get ready.

"Well you're the one who wanted me to change. I thought I was dressed nice." Ville defended himself, jabbing a finger at you as he undid the zipper of his jeans. "That's my favorite fucking blazer I took off."

"Hey. If I have my tits out and my hair nice, you have to at least change your clothes." You shot back, trying to keep your eyes on his face despite the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath the jeans that he had just taken off. "Or you could just go in nothing at all, sexy."

"Hey. We are on a schedule here, young lady. Keep your libido under control." Ville lectured, making a whole show of covering himself with one hand while he unrolled his new pair of underwear with the other.

"Young lady? Ville, you're only a couple years older than me." You said dryly, throwing a hand in the air as he turned around to grab his cigarettes off of the dresser. And, as a result, giving you a front-row seat to the great view of his bare ass.

"I’ll be older in two weeks." He reminded you, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he stuck a cigarette between his lips. You rolled your eyes, then let them fall a little further south.

"Mm. Keep standing just like that." You joked, wiggling your eyebrows and in turn earning yourself a glare from Ville.

"Watch yourself." His underwear went on pretty fast after that. You groaned, rolling over onto your stomach on the bed and then letting out a long sigh of impatience, only to receive a hard smack to your ass. "Don't whine."

And you weren't allowed to flirt at all? Lame.

When Ville finally got dressed and had all his rings back on, your mood was immediately lifted by the fact that he looked deliciously, mouth-wateringly handsome. His hair was clean (for once) and tucked neatly back into a bun with loose strands falling in his face, and he was still smoking as he concentrated on getting his rosary out from under the neck of his shirt in the mirror. Now you really wanted to stay and do a little more than dinner. Chances are you would be putting out on this first date.

"Oh my fucking god. The cat is purring so hard right now." You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and grinning at him in the mirror. He gave you a shy smile, settling the rosary around his neck and then turning in your arms to give you a kiss.

"Your pussy is going to have to wait. Dinner first, honey."

—

Wearing nice clothes while in vans that looked like they were falling apart and him in a pair of scratched up Doc Martens didn't exactly feel classy, but as you and Ville arrived at a restaurant that you couldn't pronounce, that's exactly what you were doing.

Your grin just kept getting bigger when Ville got you seated at a tiny table in a corner away from everyone else, and you were barely able to let go of his hand when you had to move to sit opposite him.

"You want wine or beers?" He asked once the waiter left so that you could have some time to look at the menu, a slight smug look on his face at how much you were smiling. You leaned forward into your chair so that you could whisper.

"Which one makes you hornier?" You smiled coyly, brushing your foot against his under the table. He chuckled, biting at his lip just slightly.

"Red or white, darling?" Jesus Christ, he was hot. And you hadn't even really started talking yet. You knew that white wine made you a little bit of a spastic drunk, so you were going to lean away from that.

"Red."

A few minutes later you were both sitting with red wine in hand (and a fancy one that you’d never heard of, at that), and a little closer to each other at your table than you had started out.

"Okay. First date, so we have to ask each other first date questions and pretend that I wasn't inside you this morning." It was a good thing that you were away from everyone else, because Ville had no fucking filter, and he also didn't know how to whisper. You rolled your eyes.

"What's your favorite color?" Might as well play his games for the fun of it. He pretended to think even though you both knew what his favorite color was, before his eyes lit up just a little bit.

"The color of your eyes." He then winked at you, and his foot rubbed against yours harder than yours had his. "Are you single? I am."

"Ville." He could never do anything normally. He gave you a grin that told you he knew he was being a little shit, and he took a long drink of his wine.

"Alright, alright. I'll behave." He reached out across the table to take your hand, brushing his thumb over the top as his gaze softened in your direction. "You look fucking beautiful."

"Not as good as you look." You liked holding his hand, and you were pleased when he didn't let yours go. As you looked at him, something funny suddenly popped into your head. "You wanna know something funny?"

"Pray tell." He didn't look like he wanted to hear it, because you had a habit of finding stupid things funny that didn't qualify as the same in his book, but he indulged you regardless.

"Bam and Novak have a bet going on us." Your friends (who were simultaneously your biggest supporters and biggest haters), were more than invested in your relationship, and they’d jumped at the chance to shove themselves into it as much as they could. There had obviously been alcohol involved in that bet, but it was ongoing until either one met their goal. Ville deadpanned, and you held up a finger. "You cannot tell them I told you that."

"What the fuck is the bet on?" He pressed. You were putting yourself in trouble, because Novak and Bam had made you swear on your life that you specifically wouldn't tell Ville, but out of the three of them, he was the only one wining and dining you, so he had the upper hand.

"Bam doesn't think we'll stay together, and if we break up he wins, and Novak thinks we will, and if one of us gets a tattoo dedicated to the other, he wins." You revealed. You thought it was stupid (and yet a little funny that Novak knew the both of you well enough for the tattoo aspect), but Ville just laughed.

"Oh, Bam Bam. That's a little hurtful." He shook his head at the thought, tsking as he took another drink of his wine. "What the fuck is his problem? You and I are like...what do you say...two peas in a pod."

"I don't know. It's probably the fact that he's already in love with you, so he doesn't want anyone to take his place." Sometimes you got the feeling that Bam saw a competition between you and him for Ville's attention. Which was why he was betting against you, considering he always lost that game. "He says we fight too much."

Ville raised a disapproving eyebrow at that, looking at where you were holding hands as if to prove a point.

"Debating is different from fighting." He scoffed, giving you a look that told you that you couldn't disagree. Not that you would've. "I'll give him this. I have never dated such an opinionated woman in all my years of living."

"Telling you to change your clothes after two days isn't opinionated." Sometimes you wondered what the hell his previous girlfriends had been like if no one had ever brought that up to him before.

"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say 'caring' after that." Ville saved himself, grinning at his own words as he let your hand go in favor of fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket while letting out a sigh. "Don't listen to what Bam says, Y/n. His girlfriend barely even likes him."

"I don't listen to what Bam says." You scoffed, repulsed even by the thought of that statement. Bam was usually the last person on the list when it came to looking for good advice. You then shrugged, resting your chin in your palm. "I just...I don't know...I don't know how you'll eventually feel. I realize we live in two different countries, and we won't see each other very much anyway."

That revelation seemed to startle him, and he just stared at you for a second as smoke poured from his nose in two separate tendrils.

"So you lean more towards Bam's side of the bet." He surmised, not looking impressed by the fact. You winced, because when worded like that it didn't sound great.

"I don't want to, but I just...sometimes you seem too good to be true." That was a little embarrassing to admit, but Ville seemed to have a superpower in bringing out the honesty in you. He chuckled at that but didn't smile, taking another drag off of his cigarette before you felt his foot rub against yours once more under the table.

"Love, I am absolutely enamored with you. I know exactly what I want." It's like he was trying to stop your fucking heart. And he didn't even look affected in the slightest. "Every night you're not with me, I miss you in my bed. I miss the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, your smell, everything. Every second of every fucking day."

Now it was your turn to stare at him for a second as you smiled a little dumbly, knowing that if you hadn't been at a table in the middle of a nice restaurant you would've been all over him.

"Okay." You said softly, letting him take your hand again and watching as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles with tunnels of smoke coming out of the corners of his mouth at the same time. "You know, you make me look bad with how good you are with words."

"Oh, don't be like that. It's my job." He didn't let go of your hand, instead keeping it rested against his lips while he continued to talk to you. "I would listen to you talk for hours. Doesn't matter what you're saying."

"You have listened to me talk for hours. And you didn't like it." You reminded him dryly. There had been multiple instances where you’d gotten drunk and then had just talked his ear off about worthless bullshit because you had no self-restraint, and Ville always looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"How do you know that?" He scoffed, watching you finish off the last of your wine with his eyes trained subtly on your lips. You then gave him a 'seriously?' look before motioning vaguely to his face.

"You have a look." It was pretty extensively used for things such as you making jokes about his ass, you drinking too much, talking his ear off about shit no one cared about, getting into fights, and more, but there was definitely a look. It usually lost momentum the more he drank, but a sober Ville's stare was fucking lethal.

"Okay. I'll admit, sometimes I'm just looking at your face and maybe not listening to what you're saying." He admitted, a smirk pulling at his lips as he did so. "Just like you're doing right now."

Damn. Caught. It's not like you could help it when he was literally still holding your hand to his lips while he talked with his head less than a foot away from yours.

"I can't help it! You look so handsome." You defended yourself, brushing your thumb back and forth on his cheek. You could feel just a tiny bit of scruff coming in, and a thought suddenly occurred to me. "Can you grow a beard?"

"The best I've done is a shitty goatee." He rubbed subconsciously at his face with the hand that was holding his half-smoked cigarette, his eyes staying on yours the entire time. "Makes me look fucking old, though."

"Ooh, does it really?" You bit your lip dramatically, trying to picture what your usually-smooth-faced boyfriend would look like with facial hair. Even hotter, if that was physically possible. "Have I ever told you I'm into older men?"

"Oh, really." He kissed your knuckles a little slower then, his lips lingering warmly as he watched you with teasing eyes. "Those extra few years really get you wet, is it?"

"Shut up. I'm saying you would look hot with a goatee, asshole." You complained, taking your finger and shoving it between his lips on purpose just to fuck with him. He immediately pulled your hand away and forcefully set it down, giving you that look again.

"Who taught you how to behave in fancy restaurants, hm? Were you raised in a damn barn?" He lectured, shaking his head as he wiped his mouth. "Maybe Bam thinks we won't work out because of your problem with keeping your hands to yourself."

"You need to learn how to have fun." You teased, rolling your eyes as you leaned forward to sneak a cigarette from his pack and his black lighter. When he just stared at you, you held your hands up in defense. "Okay, okay. I'll behave. Swear."

He put his foot over yours when you tried to rub it against his leg. "Yeah. You fucking better."

—

Once you were both fed and each had about a bottle of wine in you respectively, you decided it was finally time to leave (the decision was heavily influenced by the fact that Ville couldn't stop leaning in for kisses that were getting more and more indecent for public eye), during which you finally got what the second part of the date Ville was hiding from you was out of him.

"Okay. Now you have to tell me why I couldn't wear nice shoes." You said once you were out on the street where it had gotten dark and giggling at nothing in the cold because you were both tipsy. Ville zipped your jacket further where it was only half closed, motioning to the street in front of you.

"We're going on a walk to get home." He announced, lighting a new cigarette as he stepped down off the curb. His boots were protecting him from the snow, but your shoes were shit, so you had to grab his arm to help yourself off so that you avoided getting your feet soaked. "If you're sober enough to make it."

"It's just wine. That's like, one joint's worth of intoxication." You brushed it off, sticking your own cigarette between your lips after a night of stealing Ville's and fumbling around for a lighter. He then tutted as he watched you struggle, gently gripping your face in his fingers before turning you to face him.

Then, in a moment that could've whipped the pants right off of you had you not been in the middle of a freezing street, he leaned in, dragged off of his cigarette, and then pressed the cherry to the end of yours, igniting it with just his inhale.

You barely even had the mental capacity to inhale back, but you did, mouth hanging open just a little bit as smoke came pouring out of your noses simultaneously.

"I can't believe you're real." Wine didn't exactly leave you well-put-together. The words fell out of your mouth before your filter could stop them, and you knew you probably had a stupidly love-drunk look on your face as you said them.

"Don't slip, love." He snickered when you almost did exactly that, grabbing your hand tightly where you were holding his arm and then righting you so that you were steady on your feet again. You leaned your head against his shoulder, a smile on your face as you took a drag from your cigarette with no hands and quickly blew the smoke out of the side of your mouth.

"Do you like winter?" You asked as you kicked some snow, admiring how beautiful it looked even in the middle of the city. You weren't exactly a fan of being freezing cold considering you weren't wearing any pants and your dress was a tiny bit skimpy, but the visual aspect was nice.

"I don't mind it. I like autumn better." Ville responded thoughtfully, letting out a hint of a sigh when you almost slipped yet again. "You clearly don't do well in the winter."

"Hey! I'm fine. These shoes just suck." You defended yourself, pointing to the hole in the top where you could see the fabric of your sock showing through. "My toes are basically out."

"Are you waiting for those to fall off of your feet?" Ville made a face when he looked down and really inspected your feet, a tiny chuckle of disbelief accompanying his words. You then took your turn to keep him from slipping, and then almost slipped yourself when his weight redistributed heavily against you. He huffed. "Jesus fucking Christ. This was a bad idea."

"No no! I'm having fun!" You insisted, swinging his arm back and forth with yours where you were holding hands as you moved to walk under a building overhang so that it wasn't snowing directly on you both. "I like holding your hand."

"You're a lot more talkative when Bam's not around, you know that?" He said it after a second, and you looked at him in surprise where you had been trying to pull the hem of your dress down with your free hand.

"What does that mean?" Sure, you were pretty talkative right now, but it had a lot to do with the fact that you’d downed about a whole bottle of wine in a short period of time. You didn't know how you felt about his tone and what it suggested. He must've sensed this, because he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"You're more open when it's just you and I." Alright. That was a good point. As a matter of fact, after about three glasses of wine, you’d had to restrain the urge to start telling him ‘secrets’, so he was pretty on the dot with that one.

"That's because when Bam's here it always feels like he's trying to compete with me for your attention, and I fucking hate that." You said truthfully, grimacing at the thought. You were half-wishing that your walk would last forever because you were having fun, but you were also half-wishing that you would get there faster because your legs felt like they were going to freeze off. Ville hummed in acknowledgement.

"I'm aware." To give him some credit, he was extremely talented in pretending he didn't see it, but it was pretty fucking obvious. You loved Bam to death, and Ville had been his friend first, but sometimes he was just a little...much. "Well, has your first trip here without him lived up to standard, then?"

"Past standard." You confirmed with a grin. You were thinking both of your very successful first date and the fact that you’d had sex in every room of his apartment multiple times over the last few days without any onlookers to stop you. It was very freeing on both ends. "I gotta say. You're not bad on your own, either."

"Was I before?" He asked dryly, considering you’d spent a couple days together at the start of the month. You took your interlaced fingers and stuck them in his pocket because your hand was cold as you laughed.

"Mostly no." When you earned yourself a dirty look with that answer, you snickered and then sighed. "It's because when I first met you, you freaked me out."

"I don't understand why. I was exactly how I am now." Ville reiterated what he'd already said multiple times with exasperation, throwing his free hand in the air. You had a feeling he had a general lack of self-awareness for how he came off to other people meeting him for the first time.

"You're also super quiet when you want to be. And you don't smile." Meeting a random man from a different country who was over 6 feet tall and possessed one of the most unnerving stares you had ever encountered and then immediately staying at his small apartment had been a little nerve wracking. Even for you, who were genuinely fine with putting yourself in dangerous situations. "And you're really hot."

"We should've fucked before. We could've." Ville said woefully, which was a little funny to you considering you’d seen your first time meeting as the both of you barely even interacting the entire time. He'd been super quiet around you, he'd been working half the time, and he'd been drinking himself to shit every other hour that had been available in the day. Not exactly great bonding material.

"We basically did like, a week later." You’d only been in Helsinki for a few days after you and Bam had come from Pennsylvania together before you and Ville had ended up in his bed. In the grand scheme of things, you actually hadn't taken much time to get to know each other at all. But Ville was ever the go-getter, apparently.

"Ah yes. The night you called me a Finnish god." Once again, he caught you just as you slipped on basically nothing. There was no traction left on the bottom of your shoes, and it was clearly showing. You groaned at the same time.

"Stop bringing that up. It's so embarrassing." You complained. You and Bam had been just fucking around and making jokes after you had assumed Ville had gone to bed, and apparently Ville had still been awake, because he had clearly decided that he was going to hold onto it for the rest of his life. He just laughed.

"Would you like to know a secret about that night?" Ville asked as he flicked his burnt cigarette butt off to the side, glancing down at you with a coy look on his face. You raised an eyebrow, because you weren't sure you liked the sound of that, before agreeing. He rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand in his pocket. "I was jerking off when I heard you say that."

Jesus fucking Christ.

"What?" Men never ceased to amaze you. Seriously. Jerking off with multiple people in the house that Ville had barely known at the time still being awake only a walk away was on a different fucking level. "What is wrong with you."

"We were drinking red wine and I couldn't sleep! I'm only a man!" Ville defended himself, his voice raising a pitch at your reaction to his admission. You just shook your head, because yes, he very clearly was just a man, as only a man would do something like that.

"I can't believe you. I touched your hand right after that, too." You were just teasing him for the fun of it, and you could tell that it was working because he let out a scoff.

"I fucked you right after that. You were fine with my cock being in you, but touching my hand that touched my cock would've been too much?" He asked sourly, shaking his head at you as he spoke. You patted his chest, laughing as he pouted beside you.

"I'm kidding! I'm just glad I didn't walk in on you while you were doing it." You had been high out of your mind that night, and you probably would've had a heart attack if you’d walked in on the super hot, super scary guy jerking it in the middle of the night. That had happened once since then, but thankfully you had known each other a little better by that point.

You had made it a good distance since you’d left the restaurant, and it hadn't been a super long cab ride to get there, so you knew you were getting close to home. However, when you almost slipped on the snow yet again, Ville suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Alright. I'm just going to carry you before you slip and bust your fucking skull." He announced with an unimpressed look, taking his hand out of yours and motioning towards his back. You grinned, because you were tipsy anyway and your shoes were full of snow, before your grin turned into a shy smile.

"Can I ask you a favor?" You asked, giving your best convincing look. He frowned at that, but sighed.

"What."

"Can I wear your coat? This dress is short and my ass is going to be out." He had a long coat that was fit for a Finland winter whereas your thin, fall-esque coat was doing close to nothing to protect you from the cold. At the reference of your ass being out, Ville was already shrugging said coat off, and you silently cheered in triumph.

"Give me your jacket." He said as he held his coat out to you, subconsciously pulling down his sleeves a little bit where they had rolled up as the cold air hit his skin.

"It's not gonna fit you." It was close to being snug on you, and his arms were considerably longer than yours. He just brushed that observation off, motioning for you to hurry up before you were swapping coats. And, low and behold, your coat didn't quite fit. You really wished you’d had a camera on you at that moment. His, on the other hand, was almost down to your feet, and you felt your grin go even wider as he knelt down to button it up for you.

"You look hot as all fucking hell, but remind me to never let you dress nice in the winter again." He grumbled as he slowly made his way upwards before he was finally standing up to his full height in front of you again. You reached up and cupped the back of his head, letting him lean down slightly before you gave him a kiss.

"You're a saint and a siren." You did your best impression of him, because that was exactly what he said to you every time you did him a favor, and pulled at least a hint of a smile out of him as he kissed you again before turning around and holding out his hands so that he could hold you when you got onto his back.

You kind of felt ridiculous in Ville’s long-ass leather coat and your exposed legs wrapped around his hips, but you had your chin on his shoulder to where your cheeks were pressed together, so you weren't that torn up about it. It also didn't hurt that his coat smelled strongly like his cologne, so you were basically being basked in his smell as he carried you down the street.

"You need to eat more. You don’t weigh enough." Ville huffed as he shifted his hands further under your thighs to hold you up, the sleeves of your coat riding almost all the way up his forearms as he extended them further.

"Why thank you." You joked, brushing a strand of hair that wasn’t held back by his bun out of his eyes before you went back to resting your chin on his shoulder.

"That's not a good thing." Coming from someone who was as skinny as a stick. You had been successful in lifting Ville the one time you’d ever tried, so he was one to be talking.

"Yeah whatever. You just keep walking, strongman."

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When you finally made it home, you were both close to freezing to death, so when you stepped into Ville's heated apartment, there was a collective sigh of relief when Ville turned the lights on.

"Oh my god. I have to get in bed." You groaned as you took his coat off, cursing ever wanting to look pretty and dress up for once in your life due to the loss of feeling in both your legs and your feet. Your shoes were full of snow, your feet were damp, and your hair was frozen in certain places.

"You're very intolerant of cold." Ville commented in amusement as he shed your coat slower, watching you quickly kick out of your shoes and then peel your socks off.

"Finnish winters are different from American winters." You reminded him dryly, waiting impatiently for him to take his boots off as you pictured the warm, comfortable blankets on his bed. He chuckled at that, then eyed you with a look that you knew all too well.

"I've heard that the less clothes you're wearing, the faster you warm up." He said lowly, eyes sticking to your tits as he finally kicked his shoes off before he was coming towards you. You laughed as you rolled your eyes, only getting a few steps towards his room before he was right up behind you while smacking his hand onto your ass and squeezing harshly. "I can help get your blood flowing."

"Damn. I should make you drink red wine more often." You snickered as he basically shoved himself right up behind you to walk every step along with you, yelping slightly when his fingers found the hem of your dress and ripped it right up over your hips. And, thus, revealing the surprise underwear. You whined. "It was supposed to be a surprise!"

"Holy fucking shit. Get in the fucking room. Right now." Well, at least the purchase was well-received. You laughed as you did what he asked, his lips on your neck and his hands all over you the entire way there.

So, overall, first date: successful.

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oxfords---notbrogues · 4 months ago

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Daniel George Custom Clothing

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vintage-london-images · 1 year ago

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Following WW11 in the late 1940s, the fashion industry in Britain was in the doldrums. This was partly due to ongoing rationing, which made obtaining certain kinds of materials difficult to obtain.

In an attempt to kick-start the business, the men’s tailors of Jermyn Street and the West End of London devised a style based on the turn of the century, Edwardian clothing. They were hoping to sell to the young officer class who were being demobbed from the various services. Unfortunately for the tailors, the look didn’t catch on with their targeted customers and they were stuck with piles of unsold clothing. In order to get something back on their investment, they sold job lots to the menswear shops of East and South London at very cheap prices. These shops put them on display in their windows and the local working class youth took a liking.

So around 1951 a sweeping trend in fashion took over Londons teen boys. It was an adaptation of Edwardian romanticism which included tailored velvet blazers and button down shirts coupled with drainpipe jeans or trousers, skinny ties, and chunky leather shoes. Top off the outfit with a quiffed up hairdo, and you have the look of a classic Teddy Boy.

It was the newspaper The Daily Express that coined the term "Teddy Boy" in 1954 by shortening Edwardian or Edward to Teddy and the trend started to sweep the nation. These fashion-forward working-class teens had their roots firmly secured in music and dancing. Their style was closely identified with their youth and Teddy Boys built their culture around Jazz and skiffle music. However, when early rock-n-roll entered America's scene and crossed the Atlantic with the likes of Jerry Lee Lewis, Gene Vincent, Elvis, and Buddy Holly, the Teds found their true sound. The trend finally fizzled out in the mid sixties but later posed a comeback and is still popular today.

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kelloggjkellogg · 1 year ago

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SPECIAL: What I HAVEN'T found yet in Sixties CC.

There's been some fantastic 1960s custom content produced for Sims 4 over the years and there isn't the space to thank every creator for what they've done. But there's still some 1960s fashion items that haven't been done for Sims 4...or at least I'm not aware of them yet. This thread is a collection of genuine fashion images from the Sixties that still hasn't been realised in cc, unless it's hiding somewhere!

The Nehru Jacket

2. The Austin Powers Suit

3. Cuban Heel Boots

4. Bodystockings

5. Matching shirt and tie

6. Velvet flares

7. Psychedelic shirts...tucked in...and pop star hair for men.

8. Psychedelic jackets

9. Double breasted velvet blazers with a colourful shirt and a wide tie or cravat.

10. Small, square sunglasses

11. Helmet hair

12. Little men

13. Hats, part 1

14. Hats, part 2...and the material is the same as the dress

15. Dresses with ruffles and cravats

16. I really want to emphasise that last point...

17. And for kids as well...

18. Matching tights and tops

19. A Victorian British army tunic worn as a casual jacket or dress

20. Everything in this photo...

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inmonarchclothing · 1 year ago

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Red Velvet Blazer men

InMonarch proudly presents the epitome of elegance and style with our Red Velvet Blazer for men. This luxurious garment encapsulates the perfect blend of sophistication and boldness, making it a standout choice for those seeking to make a lasting impression. Our Red Velvet Blazer is meticulously crafted with precision and attention to detail, adhering to InMonarch's unwavering commitment to quality. The sumptuous red velvet fabric not only exudes opulence but also provides a comfortable and flattering fit. This blazer is designed to enhance your silhouette, ensuring you look and feel your absolute best. Red is a color that signifies confidence and charisma, making it an ideal choice for special occasions. Whether you're dressing up for a formal event, a romantic dinner, or an evening out with friends, our Red Velvet Blazer will set you apart as a fashion-forward gentleman who appreciates both style and substance. Versatility is key when it comes to the Red Velvet Blazer. Pair it with classic dress pants and a crisp white shirt for a timeless, sophisticated look, or dress it down with dark jeans and a stylish pocket square for a more relaxed yet equally refined ensemble. InMonarch's Red Velvet Blazer is a testament to our dedication to merging classic sophistication with modern sensibilities. Make a statement of bold elegance with a touch of individuality, all wrapped up in one exquisite package. Elevate your fashion game and embrace the allure of the Red Velvet Blazer for men from InMonarch. Choose quality, choose style, choose InMonarch for your red velvet blazer needs. Make a statement and leave a lasting impression wherever you go, confident in the knowledge that you're donning a piece that embodies luxury and panache.

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Timeless Elegance: A Sophisticated Collection for the Modern Gentleman

Sophisticated Style: The Blue Velvet Blazer for Men

Embrace timeless elegance with our exquisite blue velvet blazer mens. Crafted from premium materials, this blazer exudes luxury and refinement, making it a perfect choice for formal events and special occasions.

Blooming Fashion: Discover the Floral Vest for Men

Introduce a touch of nature into your wardrobe with our captivating floral vest mens. This contemporary piece adds a refreshing twist to traditional attire, allowing you to express your personality through fashion.

Adventure Awaits: Mens Safari Shirt Collection

Embrace the spirit of exploration and style with our men safari shirt collection. Designed for outdoor enthusiasts and fashion-conscious adventurers alike, these shirts offer a perfect blend of functionality and trendsetting aesthetics.

Effortless Elegance: Safari Clothing for Men

Unleash your inner explorer while staying fashion-forward with our curated safari clothing for men. From rugged yet refined khaki pants to utility-inspired jackets, our collection embraces the essence of safari fashion.

Timeless Tradition: Exquisite Nehru Jackets for Men

Experience the allure of tradition with our exquisite Nehru jackets for men. Inspired by Indian heritage, these jackets boast a unique mandarin collar design that exudes sophistication and grace.

Effortless Charm: The Brown Linen Suit for Men

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Contemporary Classics: Explore Mens Modern Blazers

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From Casual to Formal: Engagement Party Outfit Ideas for Guests

An engagement party is one of the first big milestones on the road to the wedding, and as a guest, it’s essential to find the perfect outfit that strikes the right balance between celebration and sophistication. Whether you’re attending a chic city soirée or a laid-back backyard bash, your outfit should reflect the occasion while still allowing you to feel comfortable and stylish.

In this blog, we’ll explore what to wear to an engagement party, whether you should bring a gift, and how you can match your style to the theme of the event. Additionally, we’ll touch on popular themes and decorations for engagement parties, ensuring that you not only look great but also feel immersed in the ambiance of the celebration.

Understanding the Dress Code

The first step to selecting the perfect outfit for an engagement party is understanding the dress code. Invitations will often provide clues—such as "cocktail attire," "smart casual," or "semi-formal"—so take these suggestions into account when planning your look.

Casual Engagement Party

For a more casual celebration, you can opt for a smart yet relaxed outfit. A stylish sundress, jumpsuit, or a chic blouse with tailored pants would work perfectly. For men, think along the lines of chinos and a button-down shirt.

Semi-Formal or Cocktail Attire

If the engagement party is semi-formal, consider elevating your look. Women can wear cocktail dresses or stylish separates, while men should choose trousers paired with a blazer. Keep accessories elegant, and avoid anything too over-the-top.

Formal Engagement Party

A formal engagement party may call for a more polished outfit. This is the time to bring out a full-length dress or an elegant suit. For men, a suit and tie are standard, while women can go for sophisticated gowns or tailored evening dresses.

What to Wear to an Engagement Party in Different Seasons

Spring and Summer Engagement Parties

Spring and summer engagement parties often take place outdoors, meaning you can incorporate light, airy fabrics and soft colors into your look. Floral prints, pastel tones, and light fabrics like cotton and linen are perfect for these warm-weather events.

For men, lighter suits in shades like grey or beige, paired with a crisp shirt, work well. Women can embrace sundresses, flowy maxi dresses, or stylish jumpsuits. Remember to consider the venue—if the party is outdoors, you might want to opt for comfortable footwear like wedges or flats.

Fall and Winter Engagement Parties

For colder seasons, choose richer fabrics like velvet, wool, or cashmere to stay warm while still looking chic. Darker colors such as burgundy, navy, or emerald are perfect for a cozy, autumnal feel. A well-fitted coat or elegant scarf can add a stylish touch without compromising comfort.

Men can lean toward darker suits or blazers with warm accessories like a scarf or tie in seasonal hues. Women should consider long-sleeved dresses, structured blazers, or chic ankle boots.

What Not to Wear to an Engagement Party

Regardless of the dress code, some general rules apply to engagement party attire. Steer clear of white (unless explicitly encouraged) as this color is traditionally reserved for the bride. Additionally, avoid anything too casual or revealing, as engagement parties, though fun, are still formal occasions.

Should You Bring a Gift to an Engagement Party?

One common question that guests often have is whether they should bring a gift to an engagement party. While it isn’t always expected, it can be a thoughtful gesture to bring something small and meaningful.

Consider asking the couple’s family or the party host if gifts are appropriate. If you do decide to bring something, keep it simple: a bottle of wine, a decorative item for their home, or even a heartfelt card. In many cases, the engagement party is about celebrating the couple’s love, so extravagant gifts aren’t necessary.

If the invitation mentions a "no gifts" policy, be sure to respect the couple's wishes.

Matching Your Outfit to the Party’s Theme and Decorations

To really impress, coordinate your outfit with the overall theme or color scheme of the engagement party. This shows that you’ve paid attention to the details and want to align your style with the couple’s vision for the event.

If the party has a specific theme—like rustic chic, vintage, or modern glam—use that to inspire your clothing choices. For example:

Rustic Engagement Party: A floral maxi dress for women or a linen shirt for men would be a great fit.

Vintage Engagement Party: Channel old-world glamour with a lace dress or suspenders.

Modern Glam Engagement Party: Opt for sleek silhouettes and metallic accents to complement the party’s contemporary decor.

Decorations for Engagement Party: Coordinating Style with Event Vibe

The engagement party is not only about what you wear but also how the decorations set the stage for the celebration. The event decor often reflects the couple's personality and the vibe they want to create for the entire wedding journey.

Outdoor Garden Engagement Party

If the engagement party is hosted in an outdoor garden setting, expect decorations to highlight natural beauty. Twinkling fairy lights, floral centerpieces, and rustic tablescapes create a romantic atmosphere. To complement the theme, choose soft, flowy outfits and neutral tones to align with the serene ambiance.

Indoor Glam Engagement Party

For indoor venues with elegant decor—think chandeliers, lavish floral arrangements, and gold accents—go for a more glamorous look. Velvet fabrics, statement jewelry, and classic heels will ensure you fit right in with the upscale vibe.

Best Rental Wedding Decoration Services for Engagement Parties

To enhance the aesthetic of any engagement party, couples often turn to the best rental wedding decoration services. These companies provide everything from seating arrangements to floral installations, transforming any space into a breathtaking venue. By opting for rental services, you can achieve an elegant look without overspending. If you're attending a party organized by a rental decor company, your attire can reflect the elevated, curated style of the event.

Party Decorations in Montreal and Vancouver

Guests attending engagement parties in larger cities like Montreal or Vancouver may encounter different decor trends. In Montreal, a blend of European charm and modern style often influences engagement party decor. Sophisticated and chic, you might see minimalist floral arrangements, soft lighting, and sleek furniture.

In Vancouver, nature-inspired elements dominate. Outdoor engagement parties are popular, with event decor featuring greenery, wooden accents, and sustainable touches. Reflect these natural themes by choosing outfits that are stylish yet understated, with subtle accessories and organic fabrics.

Event Decorations That Wow: How To Match Your Outfit

Take cues from event decorations when planning your look. If the party features bold and vibrant decorations—such as bright florals, colorful linens, or statement tableware—feel free to be a bit more daring with your color choices. On the other hand, if the decor is more muted and minimal, opt for elegant, neutral tones that mirror the ambiance.

Decor Company Toronto

Toronto offers numerous high-end decor companies that specialize in creating engagement parties with unique themes and luxurious touches. If you're attending a party designed by a professional decor company Toronto, lean toward classic, polished attire. Think tailored dresses or suits that reflect the sophistication of the decor.

Conclusion: Style with Confidence

Ultimately, when attending an engagement party, your style should be a mix of comfort, elegance, and personalization. Whether you're dressing for a casual backyard gathering or a formal city celebration, make sure to match your outfit to the tone of the event. Don't forget to consider the couple's personalities and party decor, as these elements will guide your choices for Toronto's top event decor companies.

And remember: while your outfit is important, the most vital part of attending an engagement party is to share in the love and excitement of the couple’s journey. So, wear something you feel fabulous in, bring a small token of appreciation if appropriate, and get ready to celebrate!To read more about Cost of Wedding Shower Party Decorations

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