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stardust-swan · 7 months ago

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The Kind of Girl I Want To Be

Buys herself pink peonies and roses

Wears scents like Parfums De Marly Delina and Oriana, Miss Dior, YSL Paris, Prada Candy, Mon Guerlain and Chanel Chance Eau Tendre (she sprays it in the morning, after showers, and before going to bed)

Bakes heart shaped sugar cookies and macarons

Spends rainy days sipping rose tea from floral china while reading beautifully bound classic novels

Has a bookshelf filled with first edition poetry books, gilded editions of fairytale books, volumes of the Little Books of Fashion series, leatherbound classics, and Harlequin romance novels

Drinks peppermint tea in the morning and camomile tea at night

Sleeps on pink silk sheets and has a satin kimono robe

Plays Brigitte Bardot, classical music, and soft jazz in the background

Takes ballates or yogalates classes

Plays the violin or cello

Watches Audrey Hepburn and Anna Karina films

Adds sweet almond oil and rose bath tea to her vanilla bubble bath

Has a seasonal pass to the ballet and regularly visits the theatre, old bookshops, botanical gardens, and art galleries

Keeps things like French Girl lip tints/Glossier lip balms/Too Faced lip glosses, a hand mirror, a comb, some bonbons, a book, a rollerball of perfume, hand cream, a piece of rose quartz, a scrunchie, a nail file, spray on SPF and bubblegum in her bag at all times

Is always up to date with Fashion Week

Writes in her diary daily in swirly writing using coloured gel pens, pressing flowers between the pages and spraying perfume samples on it

Lights Yankee Candle Fresh Cut Roses or Rainbow Cookie, keeps soap and lavender in her wardrobe, and has vanilla diffusers around the house

Lives in a cosy home filled with beautiful things, like paintings by local artists, lots of cushions and throws, soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights, potted herbs and succulents, vintage vases filled with floral arrangements, DIY macramé and embroidery projects, a bowl of different crystals, signature Barbies on a shelf, rattan furniture, fluffy towels in white, pink, baby blue, and lavender, pink Dove or rose Roger et Gallet soap and Jurlique rose hand cream on the bathroom sink, pictures of her loved ones in antique frames, floral patterns everywhere, antique mirrors, and beautiful porcelain teasets

Goes to French cafés to enjoy a vanilla oat latte with a millefeuille or almond croissant

Always wears diamond or pearl earrings (often paired with a charm bracelet or gold heart locket)

Enjoys rosé wine, champagne, and strawberry daiquiris at lunchtime occasionally

Snacks on strawberries, sugared almonds, dried fruit and nuts, and Turkish Delight

Applies powder, rosy blush, lipgloss, and puts ribbons in her hair at her vanity table, which is decorated with a ballerina music box, vintage perfume bottles, and trinkets shaped like swans, angels and shepherdesses

Has her morning and evening routines down pat: waking up to melodic music, opening the windows, making the bed, doing gentle yoga, simple skincare, getting dressed, applying makeup, and eating a simple but delicious breakfast in the morning, and having a warm shower, doing more decadent skincare, putting on comfy cotton or satin pyjamas, journalling, enjoying a calming cup of herbal tea, reading, looking out the window at the moon, and falling asleep to relaxing sounds like ocean waves, gentle rainfall, and white noise at night. Her life runs like clockwork.

Is gentle, sweet, romantic, and full of love to give

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basketonthedoorstepofthefbi · 7 months ago

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"dressing up" - hotch x fem!reader

you and aaron get ready for a party at rossi's

cw: mentions of food and alcohol! preestablished relationship! besides that... none? enjoyy

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Another soirée at Rossi’s - red wine flowing liberally from vintage bottles, unless, of course, he’s serving acqua puzza. There will be talk of work, as always, but it will shift once Penelope smacks both palms on the table and demands a change of subject. You’re betting she'll make it thirty minutes, especially after last time, when Spencer rattled on about the particular species of earthworm he saw in a corpse.

Rossi always demands that everyone dress nicely, too - it’s a dinner party, after all, he often says with that leisurely shrug of his shoulders. That’s why you haul ass after work to your favorite upscale boutique. You need a new dress - you wore your red one to the last two Rossi parties, and though they were roughly a month apart, you still feel guilty of being an outfit repeater. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with buying a new dress, especially if it gives you that New Outfit Self-Confidence.

Unfortunately, though, your shopping trip after work, plus the crowd on the Metro, means that you’re running dangerously behind by the time you reach home.

You flurry in like a tornado, kicking off your sensible work flats and haphazardly tossing everything in your hands, with the exception of your shopping bag, onto the couch on your way to the bedroom. You hear your stainless steel water bottle fall off the couch and onto the hardwood with an obnoxious clunk, and grimace as you fly into the bedroom.

Your boyfriend sits on the cedar hope chest at the end of the bed. He’s bent at the waist, tying his shoes. “I was just about to call you,” he says by way of greeting, looking up and sideways at you as he hunches over to loop the black laces of his loafers. “You’re running a little late, honey.”

“Thanks, Aaron, that’s super helpful,” you spew sarcastically, setting the boutique bag on the bed. Unceremoniously, you tug your dress pants down over your tummy and your hips, then step out of them, kicking them to the side. Aaron’s on them in an instant, like a cat with one of those laser pointers, scooping them up off the floor and tossing them into the laundry hamper in the corner.

“We have to be there at seven-thirty,” Aaron reminds you, crossing his arms over his chest. For most people, that’s a sign of displeasure. This is just Aaron’s default stance, though, and you can tell he isn’t annoyed. He’s just anxious about being tardy.

“Baby, I know,” you snap. You love that he’s always punctual - five minutes early is already ten minutes late, he always says. Generally, you can abide by that rule. The cards are just not in your favor today.

Aaron’s palms are held up as a white flag. “Sorry,” he says, then looks around the room dumbly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You’re sliding the new dress on - luckily, you already had your shapewear on for your work clothes, so changing is no big deal. The dress is a lovely forest green, with golden flowers, embroidered as if they’re growing up from the bottom hem of the skirt. You smooth your hands over the bodice, and finally meet Aaron’s eyes.

The sunset is leaking in through the blinds, catching his profile and gilding his irises. You could swim in those deep pools for hours, searching for treasure. Your annoyance has dissipated completely after one look at him. “Can you cut the tags off?” you ask him, your voice a low whisper.

Aaron’s gliding into the en suite, to your vanity, in an instant, a testament to how whipped you have him. He’s searching for your manicure scissors, and his back is turned to you. His suit is black, different from the gray one he wore to work today. This one is just slightly more fitted, and your eyes travel shamelessly over his rear, admiring, with a dropped jaw, just how sculpted it really is, a testament to how whipped he has you.

You lift your arm when he returns, watching his eyes as he delicately snips the tags off the armpit part of your dress. He’s so careful, like he’s performing brain surgery, and you want to tease him for it. But there’s no time.

When Aaron’s moving back to the en suite to throw the tags away and put your scissors back in their place, you have to force your feet to shuffle over to the closet. You select a semi-comfortable pair of black heels. They don’t perfectly match your dress, but you typically end up taking your shoes off after dinner, anyway.

Aaron’s watching from the bathroom doorway as you snap on your heels. His ever-observant eyes follow you as you step past him into the bathroom. You run the comb through your hair, and touch up your makeup quickly, carefully applying a winged eyeliner and lipgloss to elevate your look efficiently. Aaron’s eyes meet yours in the mirror, and you look back at him over your shoulder, scrunching your nose playfully.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you float over to your dresser to select a pair of earrings from the jewelry box Aaron got you for your birthday. Gold hoops soon adorn your ears, and you pull a golden chain necklace from the jewelry box, complete with a charm in the middle that looks like a knot.

You take the necklace over to Aaron, and without saying anything, you stand before him, back turned. He gathers your hair in one hand and sweeps it aside. “Hold this for me,” he murmurs concentratedly, and you reach your hand up to hold your hair out of the way for him.

The need to rush out the door has suddenly vanished into thin air.

Aaron’s breath is warm on the back of your neck. You feel goosebumps appear up and down your arms as he brings the necklace around. His fingers are ginormous, so you hear him fumble a little with the tiny clasp, but he finally snaps it in place. His thumb and forefinger trail along the chain to bring the knot charm to the front, so it rests in the center of your collarbone.

You release your hair, and as it falls, ticklish against the back of your neck, Aaron steps around in front of you. A small smile twitches from his lips and you feel your knees wobble a little beneath you. Why does he have to look at you like that? You’re supposed to be in a hurry. “You look like Christmas,” Aaron says quietly, like maybe he didn’t mean to voice the thought, like maybe it just slipped out.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You laugh breathily, feeling your cheeks go pink.

“It’s a very good thing,” Aaron assures you. His fingers close around your wrist, and he’s tugging you in for a hug. You wind your arms around his neck just as his find your waist. He’s crushing you to him, constricting you in the best way possible.

“I thought we were in a hurry?” You ask, pressing your glossy lips against the column of his throat a couple of times. Your kisses are viscous because of the lipgloss, and you know you’ll have to wipe it off his neck, but for now, you don’t really care. This is the first moment you’ve had with Aaron since waking up next to him this morning.

You inhale, your nose nudging against his neck. He smells like an idyllic autumn lake - pine, rainfall, leaves.

Aaron’s grip around you tightens a little more, and you feel his nose nuzzling into your hair. “We can be a couple minutes late.”

He’s not wearing a tie, you realize, as you pull away from the embrace. Your palms lay flat on his chest, straightening the collar of his white dress shirt beneath the black jacket. The top two buttons are undone, revealing the smallest bit of chest hair. You quirk your brow up when you meet his eye. “No tie?”

Aaron shakes his head. “No tie,” he confirms. “Going for laid-back, super casual.”

“That lines up with your personality,” you snicker, licking your thumb and using it to wipe the lipgloss off his neck.

“Do I look like Magnum, P.I?” He asks as you step back. He straightens his jacket.

You burst out laughing. “Absolutely not,” you giggle, and Aaron rolls his eyes. “You’re not wearing a Hawaiian shirt, nor do you have a mustache,” you remind him, taking his hand. His fingers trail along your palm before twining with yours.

“I could grow a mustache,” he proffers, his lips a straight line, the closest thing he does to pouting.

You lead Aaron out into the living room, shaking your head and laughing. “No, baby, you look like James Bond,” you tell him, letting go of his hand and reaching over the back of the couch to grab your purse. You sling it over your shoulder.

You catch Aaron looking at himself in the ornamental mirror on the wall and smirk. “I think I like that better than Magnum, P.I,” he muses.

“It is better than Magnum, P.I,” you shrug, heading for the door. You feel Aaron’s hands on your hips from behind just as you reach for the doorknob. He squeezes your hips and kisses the back of your neck. “Aaron,” you whine a little, just as Aaron guides you to the side for the sole purpose of being able to open the door for you.

“Come on, honey,” he teases, facing you in the open doorway and tugging your hand. “Rossi’ll be mad if he has to wait on us to serve appetizers.”

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charcoallbaby · 11 months ago

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fake marriage

smuttyyyyy ofc so 18+ also a lil toxic

tired asf i’ll do a spelling check tmrw thx for reading!

having a fake marriage was definitely one of the best thing to ever exist especially since i get paid to pretend to love a man who is basically heartless, well to most people he is.

i get to live in a giant penthouse in the city of boston, i get a huge bedroom, with a ensuite plus a balcony, free clothes, mostly everything gets handed to me.

as much i love being in this fake marriage, there are some cons mostly because of matt. i mostly hate hearing him fuck girls in the room next to me, when i can’t do anything like that, he’s very protective of me, he gets jealous very easily, he doesn’t really let me talk to any male being while he’s with me. he punishes me by not paying me that week which doesn’t really effect me, the amount of money i’ve made since this marriage is insane, it would take me months to run through it. but in matt’s eyes he’s somehow “punishing me.”

tonight was a black-tie event for one of his many company’s. he got me a vintage chanel dress from the 90s. it was the most beautiful dress i’ve ever laid my eyes on, i knew the price of the dress would be nothing to him, he just wantedme to look good standing beside him.

“ready?” matt asked while fixing his cufflinks on his wrist. “yeah, i just need to get my heels on.” i grabbed my silver heels from my collection of different types of heels.

“the cars outside y/n.” he looked me up and down. “fuck, can you grab my bag?” i asked slipping myheels on. he rolled his eyes and grabbed my bag off my vanity. “thank you.” i took my small clutch from his hands and made my way to the elevator.

“behave tonight,” matt whispered in my ear before placing his hand around my waist, smiling for the cameras. “i always do.” i say through my teeth. “we’ll see about that love.” he pressed a light kiss to my cheek.

everything is for the cameras and i mean that. the touching, the kissing, theres no contact between us at home. before today i hadn’t spoken to matt in probably 3 days. not that he would talk to me anyway. he only talks to his parents, his 2 brothers, the maids who clean the house(mostly flirting) and the girls he fucks in the guest bedroom, matt would never dare to fuck a girl in his own bed, he’s really weird about that type of thing, he hates when anyone goes into his room well everyone but the maids, as i said he flirts with them a lot, just to make them blush, it boosts his already massive ego. after i come home from picking up some groceries up or going to visit my friends, i hear him making up some story of how he saved an animal or how much money he gives to charity which i know he does. but he hates people, hates them other than the couple people he talks to.

mine and matt’s hands were interlinked as we walked into the building.

“how long have you guys been married?” the older women infront of us asked. i looked up at matt before speaking, “well me and matt have been together 3 years, married for 1,” i gave a fake smile to the women. “that’s just so beautiful!” she chimed. matt gave the women a small smile. “wait!” “what about kids, do you have kids?” matt’s let go of my hand and put the hand i just holding around my waist. i cleared my through before awkwardly laughing. “no, no,” “not as of right now,” i smiled. “maybe soon,” matt finally spoke. “oh really!” she exclaimed. “yes matt really!” i looked up at him, he looked down at me before looking back at the women. “maybe not soon, but in the future.” he licked his lips. “wonderful!” “it was nice talking to your mr and mrs sturniolo, i’m going to find my husband he wanders off!” she laughed. “you too.” matt gave her a straight lined smile. “bye.” i smiled.

me and matt watched her walk away. “fuck,” he took a deep breath. “having kids soon are we?” i turned to him. he moved both his hands around my waist as he looked down at me. “only said that for people to have something to talk about,” i could feel his warm hands through my dress. “it’s crazy how such a cold hearted person can make something up like that,” i teased him. he looked away from me, chuckled before looking back at me again. “you look good.” he licked his teeth. “yeah you too.” i touched his right bicep.

“thank you everyone for coming tonight,” matt awkwardly had his hand in his pocket as he gave a speech. “i would like to thank my team and my wife,” “thanks.” he awkwardly put his drink up in the air before taking a sip.

the room was filled with people loudly clapping.

“what’s wrong?” matt asked as he came down by from the stage. “my feet hurt.” i whined. “y/n baby, i didn’t marry you to whine about your feet come on let’s get a drink.” he put his hand on my back and guided me towards the bar.

“what would you guys like?” the bartender asked. “scotch on the rocks,” “y/n?” matt asked. i looked at the bartender. he smiled at me. i gave him back a small smile. i cleared my throat. “i’ll have a-” “she’ll have a glass of white wine,” matt interrupted me. “alright, that’ll be coming straight up,” he looked at me. “are you trying to piss me off?” he leaned down and whispered into my ear. “no,” i gulped. “you were flirting with that guy,” “matt i just smiled.” “we’re going home, come on.” he grabbed my hand.

the car ride was silent. matt was on his phone making the back of the SUV slightly light up. i looked out the window, mostly trying to notfall asleep.

matt pressed the button for the elevator. he stood there my heels in his hand while looking down at the marbled floor on the lobby floor.

the elevator opened, no one inside. we both walked in. matt pressed the number for our apartment before leaning his head against the wall behind him, closing his eyes. he looked so sexy, his jawline was sharp as fuck, his long hair falling over his eyes and his tie wrapped around his shoulders, he took it off when we got in the car. i pressed the emergency button making the elevator immediately stop. matt’s eyes darted open. he looked at me.

“why’d you stop the elevator y/n?” he groaned. “why are you so overly protective with me matt?” “you know i don’t flirt with guys especially in front of you, you love to make shit up did you see me flirt with that bartender?” “i simply smiled at him as a nice human does,” i crossed my arms. matt rolled his eyes. “what would you like to pretend that i don’t care?” “y/n, you think i care about who you flirt with?” “i actually couldn’t care fucking less, i just you know like to make this marriage look a little bit realistic,” he leaned over and re-pressed over apartment floor button. the elevator began moving again. “this marriage would be a little realistic when i have people over for you to not be fucking some girl,” i looked down at my nails. “what’d say?” “you heard me loud and clear,” the elevator doors opened. “thanks for holding my heels baby.” i grabbed the heels from his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek just to piss him off even more.

i made my way to my room before matt grabbed my arm turning me around. “who do you think you are?” matt asked. i shrugged my shoulders before turning back around. “y/n!” matt yelled, pulling me back and pressing me against the wall beside us. “come on baby, tell me,” matt roughly held my waist. “i’m your wife matt,” i looked up at him. “your my wife y/n and i would like if you actually listened to me when i talked to you,” his grip on my hips became softer. “i’m sorry, i promise i’ll listen better next time daddy,” i batted my eyelashes. his eyes rolled into the back of my head. “i’m going to bed.” he backed away from me. “sweet dreams husband.”

after the little scene matt made, i changed out of my dress and walked into the kitchen to find a snack to eat.

i sat myself down at the kitchen island, a bowl of ice cream in front of me, my phone in my left hand, the spoon in my right. i had been thinking of eating this ice cream all day and now i finallygot a chance.

i was nearly half way through the bowl before shirtless matt walked into the kitchen, he had those plaid pj pants he loved with of course the waist band of his boxers sticking out. i rolled my eyes before focusing back onto the ice cream. i could hear matt open the fridge. i quickly looked at his back. it was so defined, his tattoos making it way hotter that it actually had to be.

“do we have any spare batteries anywhere?” i spoke. matt turned around, opened-water bottle in his hand. “why?” he asked. “for my vibarator,” i popped the spoon into my mouth. matt choked on his water. “do you know?” i asked. he cleared his throat. “yeah, there’s some in the uh-in my office on my desk.” he swallowed. “okay thanks!” i cheekily smiled. matt mumbled something i couldn’t make out before walking back to his room.

i opened matt’s office door to find him sitting on one of the couch’s controller in his hand playing his playstation. hm coincidence.

“sorry i just need to grab those batteries,” i walked past him and looked around his desk. i couldn’t see them. “matt where are they?” i turned around and looked at him. “they should be there,” he said not taking his eyes off the tv. i rolled mine while looking back down at the desk. “matt it’s an empty packet,” i held it up. he finally looked at me.“oh shit yeah- i was just being a nice husband, i already put the batteries in for you there sweetheart,” he flashed me a smile before looking back at the tv. i stomped over right infront of him. “i can’t see the tv princess,” “pause it then,” i bit the inside of my cheek. he paused it, placing the controller beside him. “you went through my stuff?” “you held my viborator!” “yeah, it was a nice one,” he smirked at me. “what the fuck!” “your insane!” i yelled. “eh,” “i’m not that bad love.” he opened his legs, man spreading.

i exhaled. “why would you think that would be a good idea?” i put a hand through my hair. “it was a nice gesture, don’t you think?” he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. i groaned. “it’s fucking weird!” “your not even my real husband!” “well if this makes you feel any better i did it so it would make the marriage more realistic,” he titled his head at me. “don’t bring that shit back up matt!” i whimpered.

“come on, it’s okay,” matt pulled himself more towards me. he placed his hands on my waist while looking up at me. “matt what are you doing?” i groaned. “it’s okay.” he pressed his warms lips against my stomach. i slowly closed my eyes. his lips stayed on my stomach while he slipped a finger up my shorts and into my underwear. he slid his finger into my soaking core. i let out a moan. he moved his finger inside me. after a few seconds his finger left me. i opened my eyes. his finger in his mouth. “oh fuck, you taste good,” he moaned. “let me eat you out,” he pulled me by the waistband of my shorts towards him making me fall down onto his lap. i quickly felt how hard he was underneath me. “lay there,” he said moving the controller onto the coffee table in front of us. i nodded my head. i layed myself down. matt licked his lips before pulling my shorts and underwear off. he placed himself between my legs. he was quick to slowly suck my clit. i cried out. “all you do is touch yourself y/n, i bet your dying for this,” matt groaned against me. he slipped his tongue into my licking up all my juices like it’s the best thing he’s every tasted. my hands were pulling onto his hair while parting my mouth open in pleasure. “ma-matt!” i cried out. “nearly there baby?” he pulled away from me making his warm breath hit off the pool he was between. “mhm.” i mumbled.

matt gave me one long stride between my folds before pulling away from me. i opened my eyes and whined. i was on the edge of coming. “i wanna fuck you,” matt said feeling his hard on through his pants. “okay-okay.” i breathed out. “not here, in my room.”

matt placed me down onto his bed, his lips softly meeting mine. we’ve kissed before around people but not alone, it felt so much more different this time.

“you on the pill?” he asked pulling his boxers down. i nodded my head. “i’m gonna fuck you without a condom cause to be fair, i don’t really care if i get you pregnant, your my wife after all.”

matt was inside me, not moving. i was trying to adjust his size. “you can do it, i know you can, matt whispered into my ear. “mhm,” i mumbled. he started to move inside me slowly but then started to pick it up. his arm was hovering over me, grabbing the headboard for support “fuckkkkkkk,” he moaned. “y/n, i’m gonna fuck you until the sun rises okay?” he grunted. “y-yeah.” i let out. “such a girl good for me.” he placed a kiss to my lips. his necklace that had a horse pendant was dangling over me, i got him it for his birthday that he claimed to only wear when we have to put our act on but he wears it all time.

i clenched around matt for like the 4th time in the last 2 and half hours.

matt dropped himself down beside me. “it gets better every fucking time y/n i swear.” matt said before sucking a nipple into his mouth. “mhm, i know baby.” i closed my eyes and put a hand through his hair and down his neck.

he popped my nipple out of his mouth before looking up at me. “you wanna order food, we can fuck inbetween don’t worry, i just hungry as fuck when i have sex,” he leaned his chin between the gaps my boobs. “yeah i could eat something i’m starving,” i ran my hand over his cheek. “your choice to pick.” he said before kissing my lips and getting up to throw his pj pants back on. i looked up at him sprawled out on his bed, naked. “am i the only girl you’ve had in this bed?” i asked. “pretty much,” he grabbed his t-shirt from the ground. “i feel special,” i grinned. he jokingly rolled his eyes. “don’t worry, not gonna happen again,” “that’s what you say until you hear me moan your name while my vibartor is between my thighs,” i sat up. “you think of me?” he chuckled. i nodded my head. “my wife actually thinks of me while masturbating, im a lucky man.”

“yeah, no more sex.” i spoke before rolling my eyes.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #imagine #smut #matt sturniolo smut #pov

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goldie-s4 · 5 months ago

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Luxedo ( + Free gift )

Details + Download links under the cut.

This set contains a total of 280 new objects, almost everything is modular/sectional, so you will have endless options to design your preferred walk-in closet or clothes shop. The closet pieces are available in two designs ( closet A, and closet B). You can use either of them or you can just mix between them. There are so many pieces with different shelf, hanger and drawer settings. Every piece has:

A right and left piece, so you can use a single one or put them and use them together.

LED lights designed for it's shelves and hangers design.

Mirrors to use optionally instead of glass.

50 swatches.

Every piece is available with and without glass.

Separate handles are available to choose the one that you prefer on any of the closet pieces.

Separate pieces are available to increase the closets heights.

Closet Islands: There are plenty of them, and they are modular so every piece when put beside any other, they will form a new island design and a bigger one. Each piece has also got 50 swatches, its own mirrors, its own drawer handles, and accessory trays.

Seating: There are two types of seating in this set. The first one is a sectional sofa that can blend in any island setting of your preference. It consists of a middle piece and two corner pieces. The other seating type is a circular sofa that can be put in the center of your closet room.. or anywhere you like!

Lighting: The set contains modular chandelier pieces that can be put together to create the design and size that you prefer for your chandelier and ceiling. Every piece can also be used separately.

The set also contains a closet vanity with its velvet chair. The glass piece in this vanity can be used separately with any other piece in the set like the islands.

More about this set:

Consists of a total of 280 new objects.

Every object is meshed by me except for the clothes, shoes, and bags. They are converted be me from 3D models.

Everything is fully functional.

Everything is base game compatible except: All led lights and chandeliers require (spa day) to work. The vanity requires (vintage glamour) to work.

All clothes will snap automatically to the closet hangers.

HQ textures with custom normal and specular maps.

Custom Thumbnails.

You can find the objects in game by typing (Goldie) or (Luxedo) in search.

Contains all of the clothes, shoes and bags.

Download link for the set + the free gift. (Direct - no ads)

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so-i-did-this-thing · 3 months ago

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Ok, a lot of trans guys are into historic clothing, so my notes on my Siegfried Farnon cosplay will be through that lens.

Buying vintage is tricky because clothing silhouettes are different from modern (especially where trousers sit), and a shop may or may not do vanity sizing. So, it's important to know all your measurements, have measurements of similar garments that fit well, to carefully read sizing charts, and to be able to experiment on fit (aka, be able to return stuff).

I bought 3 "new vintage" (reproduction) 100% cotton spearpoint collar shirts from Darcy Clothing. Shipping from the UK to US was fast. The green shirt is ironically not for Siegfried, because I already was on a mission to have more historic style clothing.

I am a size men's small in casual shirts, due to narrow shoulders and a 36" chest. However, I am a 14.25" neck (compared to barely 13" pre-T, which is a big change), which nudges me towards men's medium territory sometimes.

I ordered based on my neck size, a 14.5" in this case. (Darcy suggests adding .5" to your neck measurement. I erred on the smaller side because a 15" collar shirt is guaranteed to be enormous on me.)

Other stats: I am 5'10" and weigh about 160-5 lbs, with most my fat in my belly (so I can't wear slim cut shirts unless I drop about 10 lbs). Usual caveats that my fit feedback is mainly for my sizing, ymmv. Fits are straight out of the bag for this photo set - no ironing, I have a lot of meetings today. 😅

Notes:

The neck is snug only on the green shirt, perhaps because the fabric is slightly thicker, or just due to standard deviation. The white shirts fit great in the neck.

Shoulder seam sits somewhere between a modern small and medium. This is acceptable; the next neck size up would definitely result in a hugely baggy shirt for me, and going down a neck size would choke me.

Sleeves are typical for many trans guys -- too long. I am hoping sleeve garters will do the trick in pulling up the cuff properly on my wrist.

Fit across the chest is a bit too large for me. I would hesitate to wear this shirt without a waistcoat, but it's also a fit that could be improved with an after-market dart.

Fit across the belly is roomier than the chest - this is a boxy shirt.

Super long shirt, no danger of it untucking, even in modern hip-hugger pants (why would you do that)

Fabric is a good weight and tight weave for the green shirt. I am wearing a dark blue undershirt in these pics. The white shirts are a bit thinner - you can see the design on my undershirt, so if you bind, definitely go with a light colored binder under a white undershirt.

So, for my measurements, Darcy is pretty good! I will still struggle with many of the same fit frustrations I do in modern clothing, but have acceptable workarounds.

Next, will look at a new vintage suit from another vendor, from which I'm considering ordering Siegfried's tweed 3-piece.

#my face #siegfried farnon cosplay wip #my cosplay #fashion #transing your favs as usual #trans stuff

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girlkisser13 · 5 months ago

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hebe cabin headcanons

children of hebe

• the younger they are, the easier they are to trace. this is due to their mother being the goddess of youth.

• they are very forgiving, compassionate, and understanding individuals. they have this aura of kindness that often makes them the best people to talk to about personal problems.

• they’re the innocent one in the friend group.

• they have celestial bronze legos that they scatter in front of barefoot monsters.

• baby faces. all of them.

• they all have naturally clear skin.

• they find "anti-aging" skin creams so amusing. they all the real way to stay youthful forever, and it’s a lot less pleasant than slapping lotion onto your face.

• they 100% run a skincare business with the aphrodite cabin.

• none of them are american.

• they all speak different languages but they’re all able to understand each other.

• it’s the same way babies can seemingly talk and understand each other. even if there are differences, they still seem to share a deep innate language with each other.

• they’re the embodiment of a healed inner child.

• you know those people in the hospitality industry who are, like, scary good at their job?

• like the hotel concierge, or maître d’hotel, or wedding planner who runs the tightest ship you’ve ever seen, and can provide services for their customers that don’t even seem possible?

• those are the children of hebe.

• they’d also make really good servers, bartenders, and plastic surgeons.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is adorned with a variety of fresh flowers, growing in beds around the cabin or hanging in baskets. they also feature hebe shrubs (named after their mother).

• the architecture incorporates playful and youthful design elements, such as carvings of children and decorations of butterflies, and birds.

• small fountains of water surround the cabin, adding a sense of freshness and continuous renewal. the sound of trickling water could create a calming and rejuvenating atmosphere. there is a big one right in front of the entrance that represents the fountain of youth.

• a statue of their mother, hebe, stands near the entrance, she’s holding a chalice as she did in mythology, symbolizing her role as the cupbearer to the gods.

• a wide, welcoming porch with comfortable seating invite campers to relax and enjoy the youthful energy that the cabin exudes. the porch is decorated with cozy cushions and potted plants.

cabin interior

• lots of pastels, stained glass, curtains, but still a very comfortable and welcoming area. they also have a huge vending machine in the cabin.

• the cabin is constantly filled with the scent of blossoms and fresh grass, giving it a perpetually fresh and lively feel.

• since hebe is associated with youth and beauty, there are elegant vanity tables with ornate mirrors. these mirrors have a subtle magical quality, enhancing the viewer’s best features.

• the furniture is cozy and inviting, with plush couches and bean bags. the beds are adorned with soft, fluffy blankets and pillows, making it a perfect place for relaxation and rest.

• there's a dedicated space for physical fitness and wellness activities. this includes yoga mats, light weights, and an assortment of health and beauty products.

• they have a collection of vintage items and keepsakes from different eras. they include old-fashioned toys, games, and memorabilia that evoke nostalgia.

• they have a small fountain in the center of their cabin. the water has minor rejuvenating properties, offering a sense of refreshment and renewal to anyone who drinks from it.

cabin traditions

• every morning, they start their day with a refreshing drink of ambrosia-infused water. i headcanon that the infused water acts as caffeine for them.

• once a week, they host a game night featuring classic childhood games, like tag, hopscotch, and hide-and-seek.

• each member of the cabin dedicates one day each month to perform acts of kindness and service around the camp, helping to spread positive energy and support among fellow campers.

• they have a jar inside of their cabin where they can drop notes about happy moments or achievements. at the end of the summer, they read through the notes to reflect on their growth and experiences.

• regular arts and crafts sessions where they make bracelets, charms, and other small items symbolizing youth and vitality, often gifting these to other campers as tokens of friendship.

divider by @v6que

#percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #hoo fandom #pjo series #hoo series #pjo tv show #pjo disney+#pjo cabins #hebe #juventus #hebe cabin #cabin eighteen #cabin 18 #children of hebe

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missannwinchester · 7 months ago

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Plaything 3: Perfect Plaything

Plaything masterpost

Summary: Joel won't let you ruin his fantasy.

The house was quiet, but Joel's car was in the driveway, so you knew he was somewhere. You put down the shopping bags and your purse, took off your shoes and walked into the kitchen.

Warnings: dub con! kinda, I mean you are very into it, but there's a surprise Joel failed to consult with you, Joel basically cums right away bc he got excited,

"Hey, I'm home!" You yelled, closing the door behind you.

"Joel?"

Thinking he must be upstairs, you started walking towards the stairs. As you were climbing up, a rhythmic noise hit your ears. Sewing machine. You followed the sound and found Joel in one of the old school rooms that smelled just a tiny bit funny. Joel was sitting at a table, surrounded by different kinds of fabric, sewing something that looked kind of like a set of granny curtains.

"Hey," you said and his head turned in your direction.

"Hey, you're back already?"

"Already? I don't know, it's past dinner time," you responded, slightly confused.

You walked up to Joel and stood behind him, sliding your arms around his neck, down his chest, hugging him from behind as much as the old chair between you allowed it.

Joel checked the time and muttered something under his breath that sounded like he was agreeing with you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, leaning even further down.

"I'm making you a new dress, a very special dress," he explained and that was when you noticed - the granny curtains had sleeves.

"Ohh, I see," you whispered into his ear, your breath definitely tickled his neck. "Is it gonna be ready for tonight?" You wondered.

"Most definitely," he said after he had checked the time again.

"Awesome," you said pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

You inhaled that familiar Joel scent and kissed his neck again and again, making your way to a sensitive spot behind his ear.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh and got up from the chair, leaving the dress on the table among his sewing supplies.

"Get out of here," he said, impatience evident in his tone.

"Why? I wanna help you!" You opposed.

"You can't sew," he reasoned with you and you rolled your eyes.

"Go take a bath, eat dinner, just go," he asked you again and pushed you gently toward the door.

Finally, he led you to the corridor and surprisingly fast stepped back into the room. You heard the sound of a key being turned in a lock and you realised he had just locked himself inside.

You reheated some leftovers in the microwave, garbbed a beer and started scrolling on your phone. You even managed to take a shower and dry your hair. It was already dark outside when Joel finally told you to come upstairs. You lazily walked up the stairs, feeling wettness between your legs, just a plain thought of what tonight might bring aroused you. You sometimes wondered what was so special about Joel, which aspect of his looks or personality was your trigger, but you could never figure it out. He was obviously the hottest, the eldest man you've ever been with and of course - your absolute best. He was creepy sometimes, for sure, but you quickly realized that it makes him even sexier.

"In here!" Joel called out and you found him evening out a bed cover, like you weren't about to crinkle the shit out of it.

You walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind you. Joel walked up to you and untied the belt of your night robe. He pulled it off you and threw it carelessly out of the room. He left you to stand there fully naked for a little while, he found some old fashioned knickers in a vintage chest of drawers and walked up to you again. With the underwear in hand, he kneeled and pressed a kiss into the skin that was about to be covered by the white, lacy fabric. The surprisingly comfortable knickers where on and you could now sit down at the vanity.

"I've got something special for you today, little doll," he muttered shakily.

The rickety stool you sat on made a squeaky noise, but you tried not to think about it too much. Joel took a hairbrush and brushed through your hair, letting them fall down, almost covering your breasts before he parted it and pinned some of it up with a vintage, actually very old hair pin. He took a curling iron and started curling strands of your hair, the hot curls he then released to touch your exposed skin. You could tell he was in a hurry by his erratic moves, by the way he would sometimes brush his groin against your back.

"Fucking perfect," he panted out, admiring his work.

Your hair was curled now, not as meticulously this time, but it still worked. Then, Joel took some pins and ribbons and started creating a tight updo, incorporating two different colors of ribbons into it. Then, happy with the result, Joel made you turn to face him and he kneeled in front of you. He carressed your nipples briefly, struggling to take his eyes off your breasts. Finally, he started doing your makeup, finishing with putting fake eyelashes on, as per usual.

"Perfect," he muttered. "So fucking perfect, my little doll has no idea what I have prepared for her today, am I right?" He asked, carressing your body erratically, yearning to take off his way too tight pants.

You nodded, wondering why he seems even more excited tonight. His excitement, however, affected your mood and now he had you squirming on the stool, trying to feel some friction between your thights. The knickers were basically soaked through at this point.

"Look at you, my perfect doll," he whispered, his hands moving against your naked skin frantically.

You looked into the mirror. Perfectly done hair, ideally put on dark red lipstick...

"Flawless," he said before reluctantly letting go of you.

He stood up to put you in clothes. You stood up as well, but he sat you back down immediately.

"Not yet," he muttered.

Instead of a normal corset you were used to, he put you in something that resembled a corset - it squeezed your organs mercilessly, but didn't cover your breasts which now had Joel latched to them.

When he finally controlled himself, he put you in the dress he had been sewing before. It was a very strange dress, unlike any other you've ever had on. It seemed even tighter in all the wrong places. You glanced at yourself in a huge, standing mirror and something about it seemed off.

"Is that... Is that velcro?" You wondered, your brows furrowed.

"Shh, not now, baby," he shushed you. "It's special, it's very special," he said.

"It'll make everything perfect, you'll see," he soothed you. "You won't ruin a thing tonight, you'll see..."

He started buttoning up the dress, but you noticed that the top doesn't even have any buttons. Your breasts were exposed, but the bodice and the sleeves were somehow too tight and the dress stayed in place.

Suddenly, Joel picked you up, without a warning and carried you to the bed. He dropped you on it unceremoniously, aiming perfectly at something you couldn't see. You couldn't straighten your legs, you were too close to the bed frame and you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows to move up a little, but you couldn't move. It wasn't just the dress. Somewhat to your surprise and much to Joel's pleasure, you seemed to be glued to the bed. The back of your dress was made of velcro and this bedspread wasn't one of the regular, vintage bedspreads. You were stuck to it, completely unable to move.

Your heart raced and your breath became faster and you weren't sure if it was arousal or panic. Or maybe both.

"Joel, what's happening, what have you done?" You asked, moving your head around as it was the only thing you could do.

"Shh, it's alright, it's so that you don't ruin anything, it'll be okay," he kept convincing you, caressing your tense body.

"I'm sorry, I'm so... I didn't know it bothered you that much, I..."

"Shh," he interrupted you.

"It's alright, my precious doll, you're alright, I promise," he whispered. "I ain't mad, don't worry my pretty thing," he tried to convince you. "You're alright, you're perfectly fine," he swore.

He started tying your ankled to the bed posts with velvet rope, matching perfectly the colour of your trap of a dress. He started planting little, wet kisses on the inside of your thighs and you hummed contently. You had no idea when he took off his shirt and pants, but now he was hovering over you in nothing but boxers.

Finally, he took them off too, almost gasping in relief as his stiff length sprung free, dripping precum on the thick fabric of your dress.

Joel tucked the dress up and ripped your underwear with a grunt, not wasting a second he filled you to the brim. You stretched around him deliciously, moaning at the feeling of him being so deep inside of you.

He didn't move, but instead his lips found your chest and your naked breasts and he started kissing and licking and biting...

You desperately wanted to grab his hair and push him even closer to you, but your hands were immobilized.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, bucking his hips into you.

"I've been craving you all day long," he panted into your ear, pressing his hips even stronger into yours. "I'm not gonna last little doll, I'm so fucking sorry," he grunted, trying not to move inside you, trying to last longer, trying not to explode at a mere thought of you being completely at his mercy.

His cock slid out slowly, leaving you so empty you let out a whine. Joel placed his thick thumb on your clit and pressed into it.

"Please, Joel..."

"Want me to fill you?"

"Yes," you whimpered breathlessly, his thumb was now rubbing your bundle of nerves, sending tiny waves of pleasure through your whole unmoving body.

"You have to cum first, little doll," he said, two of his thick digits that were unocuppied with your clit found themselves sliding between your wet folds.

"But I wanna cum with you inside me..."

"Can you fucking just stop-stop talking?!" Joel gritted through his teeth, his free hand squeezed you jaw, the thumb smeared the dark red lipstick all over your face.

You didn't know if it was the tang of pain or dominance or fuck, maybe there was something in the air, you orgasmed, squeezing his fingers, lifting your hips as much as your position allowed you to. Little whines and gasps were still leaving your body when Joel impaled you on his cock yet again, squeezing himself into your contracting pussy. Two violent moves later, he was spilling his seed inside you, his chest was sprawled on yours, pressing you into the mattress, his hands were gripping your hair right at the scalp, causing tears to seep into your eyes.

"That's it?" you gasped.

"All this sewing and you made me cum in like 30 seconds? I th-" Joel's weight shifted on top of you and one of his hands let go of your hair.

He silenced you with two of his fingers, you were sure the ones that made you see starts just a moment ago.

"Perfect plaything," he whispered into your ear as you instinctively sucked on his fat fingers.

thank you for reading

~Ann

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel tlou

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FRAT WEDDDINGGGGG

Frat wedding—

warnings: swearing and drinking :)

Au Masterlist!!

Nolan watched from afar, Adam's hand placed on Sunny's hip as he whispered something in her ear, a smile on her face as she shyly looked up at him. Luke walked up right behind them, a new cooler in his hand for his sister as he unknowingly interrupted the moment between her and the freshman.

"Remember last year during frosh week, when we made Ethan end his team initiation with a frat wedding?" he laughed and looked to Jaybone who smirked at the drunken memory. "Of course," Grano said as he passed the boys each a beer. "I'm thinking Adamo and little Hughes would make a perfect candidate for the tradition" he sipped his beer and pointed over to the couple who were being cockblocked by the girl's older brother.

"Luke is gonna have a fucking fit" Philippe grinned as he laughed, still watching as Luke was pulled away from his sister by Duker and Mackie, the blush on the girl's cheek growing as Adam reached out and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the house. "He's gonna have to get used to it," Nolan shrugged. "We could just not tell anyone, invite the team and a few extra and not tell anyone who the married couple is" Jay suggested as he watched everyone nod.

"Well boys, sounds like we're having a wedding"

ꕥꕥꕥ

A knock on the door startled Sunny and her roommate Charlotte, the two girls studying for their upcoming poli-sci test as a loud bang sounded. "Sun, it's for you," Charlotte said with a grin as she opened the door to see Grano standing in the doorframe, a letter in his hand and a purple garment cover in his hands as he grinned at her with a slightly sorry but smug look on his face.

"Nolan needs your help with something for the boy's initiation," he said as he placed the letter in her hands, "open it." She ripped the cream-coloured envelope open, brows furrowing as she read the containments of the letter, "Who's getting married?" "You," Nick smiled as he shoved the garment bag in her hands.

Charlotte laughed in the background as Sunny looked back at her, eyes telling her roommate that she was in need of saving, "like a frat wedding?" Charlotte asked as she stood up and took the letter from Sunny's grasp. "I'm confused" "The seniors have started this tradition of marrying off a freshman at the end of frosh week, Ethan was the culprit last year, but we need a bride this year and we think it would be funny if it was you" "Luke doesn't know?" "Of course not," he laughed and raised his brows at the stupid question, "and it's a surprise, so don't tell anyone."

Sunny opened the garment bag to reveal an old thrifted wedding dress, "so who is my husband-to-be?" she asked as he shook his head in response. "You ask too many questions," he smiled, "be there at six and bring a lot of booze, you're gonna need it," he grinned and walked down the hall as her jaw dropped at the idiocy of it all and shut the door before turning to a grinning Charlotte.

"I'm getting married?"

ꕥꕥꕥ

"Why does Nolan kind of have good taste" Charlotte questioned as she finished tying up the bodice of the wedding gown, a grin on her face as she fixed Sunny's hair and made her spin around to get the full effect. "I feel stupid," she looked down at the gown that was extremely itchy, a smile working its way onto her face as Charlotte grabbed the gloss from her vanity and applied some to the bride.

Sunny's fingers ran over the embroidered flower pattern on the dress, looking at her frame in the mirror as she inspected the cream-coloured lace. "I actually love the dress," she mumbled as he turned around to get a view of the corset back, her hair pinned up into a low bun as she reached out to grab her pearl earrings from her dresser. "It's beautiful, the vintage is very you"

Charlotte was dressed in a cute burgundy dress, to match the dress code that the boys had in place, "you gonna be my maid of honour?" she asked, feeling slightly stupid that this is what her frosh week had now amounted to. "Of course, I will," she grinned as she sat down to fix her makeup just before Ethan and Mark were supposed to pull up to their dorms with their 'limo' that was in reality just a beat-up honda civic.

"The boys are here," Sunny said as she looked down at her phone and grabbed her bag of coolers and headed for the door.

Mark grinned, dressed in one of his game-day suits as he got out of the driver's side and opened the car door for her, "your chariot awaits" he said as he took her hand and helped her into the car. "I feel so stupid" she mumbled, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "you look stunning," Ethan said with a wink as he turned and looked into the back seat, a shit-eating grin on his face, "now let's go get you married Sunshine"

ꕥꕥꕥ

Adam stood at the makeshift altar in the living room of the senior's house, Luca beside him as his best man, and Jay standing behind the altar as the officiant.

"Can I know who my bride is now?" he asked with an unimpressed look at Nolan who shook his head. "You frosh don't know how to have any fun," he joked as he took a sip of Jay's beer, "just shut up and be patient."

Rutger came out of the kitchen dressed in a dress with tutu, and a big frown on his face as Dylan handed him a basket full of fake flower petals. "This was my job last year," Dylan said with a laugh, "and I can tell you I'm much more enjoying watching you in than myself," he said as he patted him on the back and found his seat in the crowd of maybe thirty. "You look stunning princess," Johnny said from the crowd as he winked at Rut, who grumbled even more in retaliation.

Grano waved Luca to walk down the aisle to the back of the room to join the maid of honour in the procession. Luca patted his brother on the back, "Happy wedding day bro," he joked as he made his way into the entrance of the house where Sunny stood with a flustered look on her face as Nolan swapped out her bag of booze for a colourful boquet of an array of florals.

"Sunny, my sister-in-law-to-be!" Luca grinned as he locked arms with Charlotte, her roommate bit her lip to conceal the grin that was tugging at her lips, "I was wondering why I saw a bunch of your friends here, just thought maybe you got an invite"

charlotte squeezed her best friend's hand before turning around to whisper in the best man's ear, "has luke figured it out yet?" "absolutely not"

“Canon in D” by Pachelbel started playing loudly over the speak as Grano announced for everyone to sit down, for a bunch of dumbass hockey boys Sunny admired how much thought they had put into this wedding, amazed at the coordination of the seniors and some of the juniors.

Nolan grinned as he hooked his arm around Sunny's, "you did well" she said with a smile. "I've seen enough frat weddings in my lifetime, I could partially be a wedding planner at this point," he said as he waited for Rutger to get in position to start the procession. "Well I'm impressed" "I'm glad I got the stamp of approval from the bride"

Sunny smiled as she stuck her head around the corner of the doorway to the living room to peek at the crowd and Adam who stood tight-lipped in front of everyone as he awaited his fate. "I thought I sensed a little tension between you and Fants," he whispered as the red in the girl's face deepened. "I just met him on Monday." "I know sexual tension when I see it Sunshine," he mused as he offered her a sip of his almost empty beer, "it's cute, I love puppy love," the girl nearly spat out her sip of beer as he nudged her side. "That's a strong word for it, Moyle" "Doesn't matter what it is, I love a good opportunity to piss off your brother and this was just calling my name."

as he finished his sentence Grano motioned for everyone to start walking down the aisle, "this feels very serious," she mumbled to him. "you're ending it with shotgunning a beer, it'll get fun," he smiled as he smiled at Rutger who now started throwing petals on the hardwood floor, "trust me"

Sunny smiled and shook her head as she began walking arm in arm with Cap, her face heated up with embarrassment as the boys all let out chirps as soon as they laid eyes on her in the wedding dress. "Oh for fuck sake" Luke announced from the crowd as he saw his sister in fulling bride attire, "nope!"

Sunny looked to her brother in the crowd a mouthed a sorry before returning to reality.

Sunny caught a glimpse of Adam who stood at the altar, his face now an embarrassing shade of pink as he awkwardly waved at his bride. She made her way up to the front of the room face to face with Adam who smiled and commented on her dress. Rutger was stood of to the side begging Nolan to be able to change s the Captain waved him off and turned his head to pay attention.

Jay cleared his throat as he welcome the room, “I’m sure you all know why you’re here,” he smiled, “to get drunk, and to watch these two get fucking married!” He raised his beer, as did the rest of the room, “anyways, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say,” he shrugged, “Other than that we have gathered here today to see not only a blessing romance but to also watch our favourite ray of sunshine’s brother absolutely imploded” he did a little wave to Luke, the attention turning to the girl's brother who glared at everyone around him, a pout on his face as he shook his head at the antics of everyone in the room.

“Ya-da-ya-da, beautiful couple, blah blah, rest of lives together! Anyone in this room object to the happy couple?” Luke stood up and opened his mouth, “not you, you sit” he said as both Mackie and Ethan sat him back down, a frown on his face.

“Vows and rings!” he said skimming through the speech on his phone that he had barely prepared, “Shay baby, rings please?” He said in a sing-song voice as Seamus stood up from his spot and handed Jay two cheap dollar store rings. one with a big fake diamond on the band, and one with just a purple chrome-coloured ring. “Now say your vows, Fants you first” “I didn’t prepare anything?” He looked up at their officiator who just raised an eyebrow which basically told him to come up with something, “Well sunny I’ve known you for nearly a week, probably the best week of my life, so that’s gotta count for a lot. I’m pretty sure your brother is staring daggers into me right now so I’m gonna cut it short, but I’m glad you’re my wife, even if it’s just for the night” he said with a smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Nolan let out a fake cry from across the room as the entire crowd clapped, “You have such a way with words Mo”

“Your turn!” Jay turned to Sunny with a smile. “Well Adam, I have known for about five minutes that you were my husband-to-be and honestly I’m glad. Seeing you while I was walking down the aisle took me back to about four days ago when were sat in public speaking class, and we were doing those god-awful icebreakers, and you told me that you could do the worm and I made you do it right in the back of the lecture hall, and from that moment I knew you were the guy I would be shotgunning beers and doing keg stands with on the upcoming weekend,” the girl grinned as she took the ring and slipped it on his hand while all the guys whistled and cheered from behind her. “Now that was pure romance! Anyways, I’m bored and this is going on too long so I now pronounce you husband and wife, please, and I mean I will literally pay you guys to do it so I can get a raw Lucas Hughes reaction, kiss the bride”

Sunny shrugged for a sec as Adam grinned as wrapped his hand around her waist to dip her, placing a chaste kiss on the apple of her cheek as the room erupted, he placed her back into her feet as Nolan handed them each a can, “and to seal the deal, shotgun frosh!” He yelled out as some random Pitbull song began playing in the background.

Adam cracked his open with his teeth and did the same to hers, very romantic, the room erupted with cheers as Sunny held her can up in the air first as everyone cheered at her fast timing.

"Wanna get a drink?" she mumbled into Adam's neck as he hugged her, everyone else in the room now working their way to the kitchen to get a new drink and start the post-wedding activities, he nodded and took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen. “Nope Fants, five feet away from my sister at all times tonight” Luke got up from his chair and began to run after them.

I used some of my knowledge of living in a frat-like house for the past year, but obviously, it's not 100% accurate :)

#tinydancerau!!#adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #jack hughes #umich imagine #mark estapa #ethan edwards #dylan duke

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