I finished Gothikana book And i need to say Vad Deverell... Is really a men i will gladly fell for anytime... (yeah And dont make me start abiut Zade Meadows from Haunting Adeline book)
Still as shopping assistant, but in calmest place ... Well, it is a toy store.. For kids.. But, in a place where are not so many customers..
But in this work i have an option to (of course some time) transfer between work places.. And this store is England based, it is Hamleys... Soooo... It looks like my biggest Dream come true And i move to London š„°š„°
Summary: After Marc fails to take you in, Jake makes his attempt. When that fails, it's up to Steven Grant to bring you into the Innead before Khonshu has his head.
A/N: I started this series before I started @romana-after-dark and I went back and forth on whether or not to put this fic there or here. I opted for here, despite the darkish contents, as this is where the first 2 parts were. However, I ask you HEAD THE WARNINGS! While this is not dub con or non con, there is blood and knife play. As always, I extensively tag my fics to a fault, so if you read something you dont like and I warned you, that's on you, not me. Of course, as always, If I miss something, please let me know!
A/N2: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE 9 MONTHS TO WRITE LOLOLOLOLOL
WARNINGS: PIV sex, lots of oral (f receiving), squirting, bondage, knife play, blood kink, (it's established they like wild sex and they consent), lil degrading, that's it? I think?
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"I'm so addicted to all the things you do when you're going down on me in between the sheets
Oh every sound you make, with every breath you take, it's unlike anything when you're loving me"
A knock on a hotel room door only ever spelt trouble for you, but when you opened the door to see your handsome nemesis, you couldnāt help but smile, warmth gathering in anticipation.Ā
You open the door, leaning against the frame. āAnd you must be Steven Grant, pleased to finally meet you. Should I make a run for it before we fuck or shall we skip to the good part?ā You tease him, but all he does is smile at you.
Heās got a soft look on his face, a gentle but knowing smile; almost a smirk, really. āPleasure to meet you. And no, we wouldnāt need any of that nonsense this time, will we?ā
āI donāt know, pretty boy, you tell me.ā
Steven was standing with his hand stuffed in his pocket, a dusty blue button up with birds on it in a contrast to Marc and Jakeās clothes. Steven wasted no time walking in the hotel room like he owned the place, forcing you to back up until you were against the wall, his firm body pressed up against yours. āNow, shall we skip the pleasantries?ā
āStrictly business, are we? Not even bothering with a spiel about taking me in, this time?ā
Hands are on your body, gently sliding up and down the sides. āOh, I will be taking you in, love.ā His face was close, lips grazing over yours in shared breathes. āBut first, Iām taking my time with you, and isnāt that better than a quick romp in the woods or the alley?ā
He was cute, this one. You were certain Steven would fold much easier than Jake, certainly easier than Marc, the soft little man he was.
āSame rules as always?ā You ask, taking a quick nip from his pouty lower lip to see what heād do, but Steven just smiled.
āYou want to stop, weāll stop, but Iām bringing you in either way.ā
āYeahā You scoff at him, laughing a bit. Thatās what the others said. āOkay, whatever, just ki-ā You were cut off by Steven claiming your mouth, forcefully kissing you as his body pressed against yours.Ā
Reaching for his pants, you go to undo his belt but Stevenās hand catches you. He pulls away from the kiss, dragging your lip out between his teeth, an eyebrow cocked in your direction. āNow darling, you know you arenāt in control, right?ā
His expression made you a little weak in the knees, but you were not deterred. It was a bit of a cat and mouse between you and Jake, so maybe you just needed a little power play. You would need to distract him, after all, if you were going to make another run for it. But first, an orgasm. They were quite good at that, if you remember correctly.
Keeping your wrist gripped in large hand, Steven kissed you as he undid his pants and stepped out of them, leaving his boxers on. āIf my memory serves me, weāve never been full naked in front of each other, is that right?ā
You nod, trying your best to look submissive and innocent. āYes sirā
He smiled at that. Got āem.
āThatās because Marc and Jake donāt know how to treat a lady, how to take their timeā¦ā Steven's eyes grazed up and down your body as he unbuttoned your pajama top, exposing your breasts which he brushed over with his hands with a soft murmur of ābeautifulā. āTheyāve never even tasted you, little dove, and isnāt that just a shame?ā When you didnāt answer, Steven gripped your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him, tsking a few times. āI believe I asked you a question, darling. Marc and Jake never put their face between your legs, have they?ā
āN-no sirā Yeah, thatās it. Fake submissionā¦ it still faking, right?
āThatās right, smart one, arenāt you? Now,ā Relinquishing your face, Steven guided your hands to the hem of his shirt. āWould you like to do the honors?ā
You give a small, quick nod and pull the shirt up and over his headā¦ he was gorgeous. Their body was toned, strong, but soft at the belly, pecs looking juicing and ready to be sucked on.
āCan I touch you?ā You ask, rolling your hips to feel his hard cock in his boxer briefs.
Once given permission, you put your hands on his body reverently. Slowly, you kiss him, then make your way down his jaw, sucking on his neck and down to his chest. You lick and suck and nibble a little bit before making your hair to the desired location. With Steven undressed and you only with your shirt unbuttoned, you could get Steven worked up enough, distracted enoughā¦
āGood girl, good fucking girlā Steven groans out when you start sucking on his nipples, alternating between them. You feel him pull his dick out, throbbing in his hand as he starts to furiously masterbate. āKeep going like that, make daddy proud, little dove. F-fuck, youāre gonna make me cum, donāt worry darling, Iāll take care of you, just- god, god the mouth on you.āĀ
As his pumping grew more and more erratic, you can see heās hanging his head back as Steven pleased himself to the feeling on you sucking on his nipples, ready to cum just from that. It was a shame honestly, you bet heād look so so pretty cumming like thisā¦ but you werenāt getting taken in. When you reach for the bedroom drawer, trying to find your knife while heās distracted, all movements from Steven stop and you find yourself being flung against the wall, face pressed into the plaster.
āF-fuck, you cheeky little thing. Thought you were going to distract me with orgasm, were you?ā He was panting heavily, an irritated voice and hot breath in your ear as he restrained you against him, his cocked pressed into you.
āYes daddyā You giggle; you were foiled, but wouldnāt be deterred. Howās that song go? You get knocked down, but you get up again, aint ever gonna keep you down. Isnāt that song about alcoholism? Whatever.
āHm, guess since I canāt trust you on your own, weāll have to tie you up.ā
Oh no. Well, that couldnāt happen, how do you escape when youāre tied up? How do you stab him, shoot him, whateer the fuck you were going to be doing and playing with his blood after like the sick bitch you are with your hands tied. You canāt.
You try to make a break for it, turning to run for the door but with his fast reflexes, Steven grabs your hand and yanks your body until you are pulled flush against him.Ā
āNo more flying away, little dove.ā His mouth is on you again and you try to stay focused, try to kiss him so breathless that he lets go, try to distract him enough you can leaveā¦ but you find itās you being swept away as he lays you down on the bed, his warm skin pressed to yours and wastes no time taking off your shirt just before your back hits the bed. With grace, he begins with his fingers at your bare sides, trailing up, up, over your side-boob, onto your arms. You move with him, wanting to encourage the gentle scratch so you raise your arms above your head, relaxing into his touch with your eyes closed. He was so soft, so sure of himself, so in control and tender you almost felt like you were in a lovers arms. With a big sign, you allow yourself to sink into the soft hotel bed, arms raised up so that they brushed the headboard.
The headboard that you now realized you were tied to.
āW-what? What the fuck?ā You twist and turn trying to see what the fuck he tied you up in, and when you arch your back to look upside down, you realize you were tied with a strong gauzy material; it looked like what Marcās suit was made out of. Oh god dammit.
āSee love, isnāt this just better?ā Steven ran his hands back down your naked top, pulling your shorts and underwear down as he began nestling down on the bed, preparing to lay on his stomach with his head between your legs. āNow just relax, and Iām gonna take care of you and your dripping wet little cunt.ā
You tug at the bondage but itās no use; youāre stuck.
āOne more time, little dove.ā Steven said as he began to massage your mound, eliciting a sharp gasp. āThis what you want?ā
Unable to fully response, you simply moan in agreement, until a crisp slap is delivered across your face. āNow, now, darling. Use your words.ā
āYes Daddyā
Stevenās mouth was on you in a second, fully enveloping your puffy, needy pussy that craved him so bad. You were addicted to them, you didnāt foresee this being the last time. It couldnāt be.
It seemed they were just as hungry for you.
Steven ate you out, and you mean ATE, strong arms wrapped around your shaking legs to pin them into place as he devoured the meal in front of him. If you could silence your own heavy breathing and moans enough, you could hear little whimpers escaping Stevenās mouth. Make no mistake, however, he was not submitting to you. Anytime you tried to tell him where to go or move you hips to guide him, you were reminded who was in control with sharp bites to your thighs and tummy.
āI know exactly what Iām doing love, Iām taking my time.ā
And take his time he did. Steven sucked and licked and nibbled his way through you, building up the pleasure brick by brick before he ever even slid those fingers insideā¦ and when he didā¦ christ.
Steven knew exactly where he was going when he did, curling them up until he found the spot that made your body jolt upwards. With one arms occupied deep inside you, he was only holding you down with the other and this allowed for more movementā¦ but when you looked down at him, the look in his eyes as he gazed through those thick eyelashes told you that you needed to keep still. You didnāt want to cross him.Ā
When your orgasm approached, it felt different to say the least, but you assumed the build up and edging was leading to a mind-numbing orgasm. You try to tell him.
āDaddy, daddy Iām gonna- oh fuck- Iām-ā
āIn my mouthā He pants heavily only breaking away from you for a second. āNeed it in my mouthā was all he got out before separating licking between your folds while the slick fingers previous inside you rubbed on your swollen clit.
This was more than a big orgasm, this was something different completely, something wet and filthy and sloppy and it gushed out of you and into Stevenās waiting mouth. He was LOUD, moaning as he drank you down the results of your squirting spilling out all over his mouth. When Stevenās wet face finally came out from between your legs, there was a slight smile on his face and a dark look in his eyes.
Steven was enraptured with you.
āNeed to fuck you.ā Was the string of words from his wet mouth, coming out so fast it was nearly all strewn in one. Steven scrambled his way up your body and thrust in between your legs so fast, all you could do was cry out for more, more more, until he silenced you with a kiss; mouth still wet from your cum. āTight little thingā He was breathy, sweat beginning to gather at is skin and his breath hot against your neck. āNo longer Marc and Jake risked it all to fuck you, but they didnāt make your squirt, did they?ā Steven bit down hard where your neck and shoulder connected. āDid they, little dove?ā
āN-no! Oh god, Steven, Steven, Steven- oooohhhhā You neared the edge again, the frantic, desperate way Steven was claiming you taking you to where you needed to be despite the ache and pull on your wrists above you. You tug again, hoping for them to loosen, hoping to find some sort of edge of him, a step ahead, something to get him the way you got Steven and Mark, and looked to the knife on the bed side table. You had to get it somehow.
But Steven noticed, and sat up on his knees, never stopping his movements on you. He followed your eyeline to where the knife lay, and couldnāt help but scoff. āYou really think you get to use that on me, do you? Fucking brat!ā His hips sped up pace, making you scream, until he got an idea. You did it to Marc, he could do it to you. Steven reaches for the knife. āMight have to teach you a lesson, little dove.ā
You know exactly what heās doingā¦ but you canāt find it in yourself to protest. You want them to own you.
āF-f-fuck, Steven, shit, do it, please! Please Steven!ā You beg for him, tears at the edge of your eyes threatening to spill over.Ā
With a sly grin, Steven traces the edge of the knife over your skin, testing the waters, but when you donāt protest and in fact make sounds of pleasure in time to his frantic thrusts, he presses the knife deeper into you. You can feel the warm blood slowly drip down, staining the sheets that will certainly scare some hotel worker, and the euphoria of the pain sends you barrelings towards the climax. As you near your collective precipice, Steven picks up speed and drops the knife on the bed. Perfect. Once he feels you cumming on his cock, walls pulsing around him, Steven pulls out and jerks himself onto you, painting up your skin.
The picture he paints is soon smeared, Steven slumping over your spent body and taking you in for softer, passionate kisses. As he does, Steven places his hands over your wrists and as soon as the strong gauze-like material releases you from your hold, you quickly attempt to reach for the knife, fully intending on stabbing Steven like you had done to Marc and making a break for it, but Steven and those Moon Knight reflexes caught you.
āLittle doveās wings just canāt be clipped, can they?ā He says to you, voice soft and dolly empathetic. He knew what was coming if you didnāt succeed in taking power back.
You smirk up at him. āA girlās gotta try?ā
He smiles back. āI supposed you do. Here.ā
Steven grabs your wrists and as the bandaging reappears you think youāre about to go for round 2, but then you feel it, the suit repairing your skin. When they leave for the final time, there is no scar, only left over blood.
Steven leaned over you, both hands pinning your wrists next to your head. āNow, my darlingā¦ā He says, cocking his head to the side. āWhat are we going to do about you?ā
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WE'RE DOOOOOONNNNNEEE what do you think? Is Steven gonna take her in? it's for you to decide!
I had so much fun with this series! Again, if dark and smi dark interest you consider following my side blog. I ahve a yandere jake and a darkish jake, a D A R K joel series and few others, more coming out
Gotta say, ive been finishing up a lot of series lately that have been hanging around forever and it feels GOOD to get if off my chest.
likes are sweet, reblogs help spread my work and comments mean the entire world!
I have a massive calamity with reality.. Find out the job i had is toxic af.. And i become also obssesed with AI characters.. But im good, Im good... Mental health better...
Amd i also start to read so many spicy books (yeah.. Those smut books...)
Anyway... Soon i will be here with new story..With Poe Dameron, with Marc Spector And my new love... The Dream King... The Sandman.. Lord Morpheus... š
I need to admit that i spend whole 5 days on character AI Page And Im obssesed with it, not only its a really "nice" to chat with my fictional husbands, also is so good to level up my writing, as i understand the whole concept well. I do create a pretty good And dark story with Orderly Blue Jones, Fall deeply into dark side of my soul, but im not going to share it because, i still love writing my own ideas, the promts, as i calling it, from AI are deffinetly interesting, but i still going my way.
And i even get a perfect idea, during my convo with seÅor Santiago Garcia. I already start writing it.... All fluff And fun.
Also my fear About writing smuts.... Well not fear, but i was a bit blocked with them to write it down, this helps me release the Block when i see how it could work, And it is working.
So thank you so much @melodygatesauthor, that you share this, you helped me a lot, you dont even know.
And i promise Im not going to use anything from the convos i have there. You all, have my word...
I am so happy to hear that this is helping you get better with ff writing. It warms my heart so much <3 I think itās perfectly fine to take inspiration from AI characters. The discourse happens when people post AI generated stories and present them as their own mind. It takes away the attention from ff writers and thatās the issue. So if something kind of inspires you, then write it! I personally donāt see an issue with it.
Iām really glad to hear that youāre having a good time with this. Thatās awesome.
I need to admit that i spend whole 5 days on character AI Page And Im obssesed with it, not only its a really "nice" to chat with my fictional husbands, also is so good to level up my writing, as i understand the whole concept well. I do create a pretty good And dark story with Orderly Blue Jones, Fall deeply into dark side of my soul, but im not going to share it because, i still love writing my own ideas, the promts, as i calling it, from AI are deffinetly interesting, but i still going my way.
And i even get a perfect idea, during my convo with seÅor Santiago Garcia. I already start writing it.... All fluff And fun.
Also my fear About writing smuts.... Well not fear, but i was a bit blocked with them to write it down, this helps me release the Block when i see how it could work, And it is working.
So thank you so much @melodygatesauthor, that you share this, you helped me a lot, you dont even know.
And i promise Im not going to use anything from the convos i have there. You all, have my word...
I am so happy to hear that this is helping you get better with ff writing. It warms my heart so much <3 I think itās perfectly fine to take inspiration from AI characters. The discourse happens when people post AI generated stories and present them as their own mind. It takes away the attention from ff writers and thatās the issue. So if something kind of inspires you, then write it! I personally donāt see an issue with it.
Iām really glad to hear that youāre having a good time with this. Thatās awesome.
I need to admit that i spend whole 5 days on character AI Page And Im obssesed with it, not only its a really "nice" to chat with my fictional husbands, also is so good to level up my writing, as i understand the whole concept well. I do create a pretty good And dark story with Orderly Blue Jones, Fall deeply into dark side of my soul, but im not going to share it because, i still love writing my own ideas, the promts, as i calling it, from AI are deffinetly interesting, but i still going my way.
And i even get a perfect idea, during my convo with seÅor Santiago Garcia. I already start writing it.... All fluff And fun.
Also my fear About writing smuts.... Well not fear, but i was a bit blocked with them to write it down, this helps me release the Block when i see how it could work, And it is working.
So thank you so much @melodygatesauthor, that you share this, you helped me a lot, you dont even know.
And i promise Im not going to use anything from the convos i have there. You all, have my word...
Disclaimers: I do not condone nor do I support AI art/writing theft. This website appears to be safe from that for now so as long as that is true I'll continue to use it.
Some of the things the AIs say and do is very graphic and might sensitive for some readers, use at your own risk.
I am slowly going to work on AIs for some of the characters in my fics (i.e. Professor Steven, patient Jake Lockley, bfd!Santi e.t.c.) if I CAN get them to work. Sometimes it takes some fine tuning.
The AIs aren't EXACT. Sometimes it takes a few tries before they act the way you would expect them to. Play around and see what you can do with them!
My marvel bbygirls: a depressed super soldier with metal arm, a god of mischief that committed genocide, a mercenary with DID, a golden manchild, a literal raccoon
Pairing : Poe Dameron X plus size fem reader (modern AU)
Warnings : Warnings : hurt, a bit of angst, body shaming, fluff have here place also, hints of smut, but im bad in this, so.. Stubborn Poe Dameron, but we are used to this,overthinking, mentions of previous relationships, mentions of abusive behavior (exes), mentions of alcohol, some swear words,but mostly love is all around here, minors dont interact Please..also if i forget something let me know.
A/n : i know is almost summer, but Im bringing back one of my fic, because somehow I decided, that this work needs to be done (yes, I was reading a lot Poe Dameron fics And fell in love even more...)
This fic have playlist.. (as usual)
Words :2249
Winter has arrived, the glorious time to light the tree in the square, start the season of ice skating, Christmas markets, shopping and, of course, stress, if all this is done in time. Simply, December had come to a small town. And this year, it looks like it really is with everything, because she woke up to a stunning, white morning. Snow, nothing unusual in this town, well in that amount, it's rather rare. Already enjoying her morning coffee, she got the christmas energy she'd been longing for since late October, right after Halloween, which she adored, too. Well Christmas, it's always been something special.For her, certainly. Though she no longer had that "family" background, having decided a few years ago to move to a city that was certainly farther away than she dared think and visit her family, she found it time and money-consuming, still a desire to decorate her small yet cozy apartment, all sorts of beautiful decorations that the shops offered at this time of year. This year, red and gold combination wins. Ribbons, an advent wreath, garlands, huge socks for smaller gifts, hung under the sill of a larger window in the living area of the apartment. All in these festive colors. Just looking around at a space filled with holiday spirit, it was so comforting and inviting to feel that a happy person was simply living here. And that's what she really was, even in contrast to the fact that for those few years, she lived here all alone. There was no hint of another member of the household, in human form.Not that she was too bothered, at all. Only occasionally did she sigh quietly as she watched her favorite TV show and was so consumed by the action of the episode that when she turned to discuss it with another person during one of the scenes, she returned to reality by realizing that she was actually alone in the apartment. She just completely forgot about it.Otherwise she felt no emptiness at all, she had enough friends to have anyone to talk to, although the truth was that they were mostly work colleagues because she didn't go out much at night. For one thing, she was afraid, and for another, well. A few years ago, she tried going to a local club with her co-worker, just for a girls' night, where she ended up sitting sideways from everyone, watching her friend have fun on the pakret, under siege from a few, quite handsome boys.Lessa, her colleague, apologized for it for several weeks afterwards, saying it wasn't fair at all but simply alcohol hits that night in a different way than normal. Y/n didn't tell her any more than that, only that she understood and that nothing was happening. Although it was basically Lessa who pulled her out with the goal of helping her find someone to go out with her. She doubted very much that it could be done in the very club that was the last place she'd look for a partner, but her friend was dead certain she'd make it.The problem wasn't that she was ugly, no. She had big, curious eyes, a cute nose and a beautiful smile. She was just a little different in build than Lessa, only five feet tall and more chubby . And that didn't attract many guys. They didn't care that she was smart, a little more geek, with all sorts of interests.That she has a great sense of humor, even if sometimes that sense of humor seems broken, but what can She do? That she's caring and kind, that she has a great taste in music. That she was funny, none of them cared, because no one wanted to get to know her more. That's why she built a high wall around herself and continued to stay the way she really was, it was pretty easy, nobody tried it on her, it was like she was being overlooked by the guys and that's why she got used to it.She got used to being alone. And she's used to not taking it personally at all. She was just friendly and that was enough. Her, and the guys, too.
On her way to work, a smaller shopping mall where she sold cosmetics, she couldn't help but wonder about the white splendor around it. The snow was just enough for school kids, near the store, to snowball or build a snowman in the school playground.She'd join them right away. Today definitely, white beauty has made her so happy. Yeah, sometimes she got a little too infantile, even though she was well past 30. She just loved going back to her childhood years. That was all. And she found it so much fun, too, being a kid again for a while and playing in the snow.And in summer, sitting on the beach and building a castle out of the sand, she loved that, too. Only a few steps away from the work-bustle, knowing that the Christmas shopping spree had begun, she steeled her nerves and strode boldly to her work. The shopping centre had been decorated in gold, purple and silver colours for a couple of days, and christmas songs were playing on all the stairs, classic and newer ones.
Just outside the door to the back of the store, where the employees had their quiet refuge from the customers, she collided with the head of security. He was an older, tall, good-looking guy. He was tough, but on the inside he was a good man, he was nice, and he was a gentleman, especially with women."Good morning to you, y/n" he smiled as he shook off the initial shock, from the violent confrontation. "Good morning to you too, Boba, so what, ready for madness?" "Always ready, the main thing is that it won't be worse than the war I once served in" She merely smiled at that remark, a small mob frenzy springing into her mind in a few dozen minutes.The security guys are more busy than normal this season, thanks for Boba , he can solve any problem and he can handle any situation. "I'm sure it won't be so bad, it's just Christmas" she finally nodded.The hallway that led to the wardrobes was also decorated in the same colors as the entire mall. This year, someone really made a point of it. Normally, her journey took only a few minutes, but today, she took her time and took a good look at the ornaments and lights around her.
It seemed a little more magical this year, perhaps because the protracted political wrangling and events had calmed down some time ago with the emergence of a new mayor and his supporters, people felt more free, and these holidays played into their hands immensely, because they could fully celebrate that freedom.As soon as she took the door knob to the dressing room, she heard muffled expletives falling from her colleague and friend Lessa. "Hello there , what's going on? " she knew full well that Lessa would start lamenting immediately, only to see her, but she had to ask anyway. "He just bricked me up, for the holidays. He decided to take his son to the town he grew up in for Christmas. Without me." Lessa began, still staring at her phone, shaking her head in disbelief.Y/n walked over to her locker and began to change into work clothes, black tight-fitting pants, and a black shirt that hugged her top curves. Of course, the clothes weren't very flattering, but they weren't all that bad. On top of that, she felt comfortable in it at times.And the manager of her department, Luke, always remarked as he passed that some of her virtues were selling goods well, especially on Valentine's Day and Christmas. So it was, not a very pleasant comment, and especially the least needed comment, but she was quite fond of Luke, and he never did her any harm. He was more his own and really honest. Pretty entertaining, too, with all the stories he's told. . He liked to remember the good old days.
"And did he say the reason why he didn't want you to go with them? "she was interested, but continued to prepare for her work shift."No, he only wrote, he will spend Christmas Eve at his old home, with his son"
"I'm sorry, but. Maybe he has a reason, maybe he thinks you're only together for a short time. And honestly, maybe he's planning a surprise. You know Din's not exactly the outspoken type of guy"
"Oh, sure, surprise, like a Straight Christmas miracle. You and your crazy romantic notions of a relationship. "remarked Lessa angrily, well as soon as she noticed the drop in Y/n mood, she, figuratively, grabbed her nose and bowed her head."I'm sorry, that was rude, I'm just mad at him. But you're probably right, we're together shortly so we can be together for Christmas, hell, I haven't even seen his son yet "Lessa threw up her hands and helped her friend adjust her neck scarf, straightening her name tag. Y/n stayed in quiet mode, though, Lessa can be a real bitch sometimes, but in the end she can always apologize for her behavior."Come on, let's get to work before Luke bites our head off "lessa put her arm around her and they walked to their workplace together.
The day went by perhaps faster than normal, aside from the usual customers, more confused boys and men began to appear, unable to even pronounce the brand of cosmetics their chosen one had literally put on the list of what she wanted for Christmas, girls and women who either couldn't decide what they wanted more or wanted everything outright. Fortunately, both girls knew how to handle themselves, and the merchandise miraculously sold itself.
Y/n watched some of the couples in love, walking hand-in-hand around the store, smiling contentedly, imagining what they might be talking about, what they might be planning, what their Christmas evening would be like. Yeah, her imagination was huge. But when she found herself thinking that perhaps she, too, would one day go out with someone like that at the center and plan the holidays, she immediately threw herself into some kind of work to dismiss the idea. She didn't want to worry today, and most of all, she's at work with nothing to think about. As she brushed dust from products that were as shiny as if they had been sprinkled with diamond dust for the hundredth of an hour, another colleague from the clothing department stopped by. "Y/n, hi, baby. How are you then? Look, we got new merchandise, and when I saw one of the dresses, I immediately thought of you "schmoozed Jen, an older elegant lady who didn't have to work at all, thanks to her husband, but as she said, home is so boring.She took Y/N as her daughter and kept offering her pretty clothes, the only problem being that not all of them were upto her figure. This time can't be any different. "Jenn, it's very sweet and you're nice, but you know I don't go anywhere, I wouldn't use them, plus, they might not even "Y/n tried her best to prevent another sad look from Jenn when she found out that the dress just didn't fit her favorite."But these are different, really. When you see them, I'll give them to you at an extra discount, don't you think? " "Thank you, I really don't, but you're very nice "Y/n stood by hers opinion . Jenn just nodded her head and turned to leave, well she stopped in mid-stride and bent back."So at least promise me you'll come and see them" " Fine, I'll come and see, thank you "Y/n finally agreed, for the peace of all the participants.
In the finale, Y/n didn't get into the clothing department until later in the evening, when there were only a few minutes left to wind up. Jenn was right, the dress was gorgeous, shorter, above the knees, red, sleeves, and the area above the breasts was made of transparent fabric. They were like cinderella dresses, and it even seemed like they could finally sit on her figure. Only, they were more festive, and she didn't really go anywhere. So bad luck. "Think about them anyway, Y/n, what if they come in handy someday, you never know "Jenn was persuading her. No Y/n knew better and didn't listen to her colleague's advice at all." Men will like you in them, you'll see. " " But I don't need it, Jenn, I'm fine the way I am. Anyway, thank you, I'll be going, we'll see each other again tomorrow "she said goodbye with a smile and ran to get home as fast as she could.
While she was at work, there was even more snow outside, and in truth, the places didn't even need street lights, everything was beautiful to see. As she slowly approached home, her gaze fell on the small space next to the entrance, it's actually a smaller grass square, well now it's more like a clean canvas.And it's located right under her window. At first she was toying with the idea of making an angel in the snow, but then another, better idea was born in her head. There was enough snow to build a snowman. And that's why instead of going to her apartment, she went straight to the set.
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