sweet sinners

sideblog to thcblackrosc using this to reply to starters on the tags and random threads

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He missed Caleb, mason really did. He missed his friends humor, the inside jokes, the easy laughter that had come even before he had money, and the knowledge of a friend who wanted him for who he was. And mason really, really missed his friend being the one to raise his kid. Annie was cute, the way all newborns were, and mason would have gladly taken a bullet for her even before her parents had perished, but the person he was now co parenting with? Mason would have rather eaten a shoe than ever considered living with Lia, let alone raising a child with her. Still, it was for Caleb, and Annie, so he kept moving forward, even in the cloudy haze of grief after the funeral, and even after Annie had been up all night sobbing her little lungs out, leading to his current position, prone on the couch, child finally still and silent on his chest. A creak of the floorboard signalled lias presence, and he spoke without opening his eyes, doing his best to keep his voice level to avoiding waking Annie. “While I’m so thrilled you managed to sleep through last night, she just went to bed, and if you wake her up you’re the one that gets to deal with her for the rest of the day. Please, for the love of everything holy, be quiet” // @thcblackrosc

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Was having their wings out a gauche, slutty move? In Dante’s eyes, yes. But they’d been drinking, and holding their wings in hurt after a week, even for someone as practiced as them. And so, after a few more shots than was probably strictly advised, considering they worked the next day, Dante’s wings slid out abruptly, making them jump, and slide out of the stool they had claimed, backing up out of the lights, towards a more shadowed corner. Attempts to pull them in just made them flex and snap further outwards, attracting more attention than they strictly wanted (which was none), and so dante was forced to stop, running one hand over their face as they tried to concentrate enough to make a second, more controlled attempt. At least, until some unknown person decided to touch, judging by the sharp blaze of pleasure that rocketed down their spine, pulling a soft whine unbidden from their throat. // @thcblackrosc

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There were still little flecks of paints sticking to her fingers, but Katya hadn’t really felt like taking them out with paint thinner. Eventually, they would fall out, plus, there was something beautiful about the smudges across her skin, the pitter-patter of different colors that made almost an artwork of itself. One that she would temporarily wear on her skin, maybe the painter should start thinking about a tattoo. But letting someone else draw on her skin didn’t sound that pleasant, did it?

Howl was a small spot that she had found through one of her clients after she had done a private piece for them. A club hidden away from prying eyes and sideway glances that spoke of broken morality in the eyes of others. And having into account Katya had just finished the restoration of a fresco from one of the churches nearby, well, she thought that a pause was well deserved.

But she never would have expected to find a familiar face on the club, certainly not in the way that she had met the short brunette. The shorts and black bra was certainly different from the puritan assemble she was usually seen in, wasn’t it? Fingers grabbed the dainty wrist, green eyes settling on the younger woman “Ava?” she asked somewhat with disbelief and somewhat with curiosity. Then she let go “Oh my, daddy’s little girl is apparently a big girl, uh.”

She didn’t know why she was so surprised to see the painter in howl, but it probably had something to do with the fact that Ava had always gone there knowing it wasn’t exactly the kind of place any of the parishioners who knew her father would be caught dead in. At least, not without a lot of preaching, and by that point Ava could probably sneak around them. But Katya, for all the time she’d spent in the church in recent weeks, working on a fresco after her father decided that their historical one could use some updating, wasn’t actually a member of the church. Thankfully.  As the other woman let go, commenting on her appearance, Ava blushed slightly, hand pulling the strap of a bra that had slid down upwards again, as if that could in any way change the fact that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Part of Ava wanted to bolt, dash away and upstairs to cover up and go home, climb back into bed, and pray both for forgiveness and that Katya would forget their little run in had ever happened. But then again, she wasn’t actually one of their congregation, and the fresco was finished now - what were the chances that she would go and tell her father on her?  “ I am twenty.” Ava felt compelled to point out, still blushing slightly. “But um - my dad doesn’t really know about all of -” A pause, while she gestured helplessly around Howl, not sure how to describe it “ this.” Well, that worked. A quick glance at Katya, and Ava gave a soft smile, tilting her head and looking at the woman with just a touch of pleading in her eyes. “ I really don’t think he has to hear about us running into each other here, does he?”

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It wasn’t the first time Anna visited this club, after all, it had been one of her cousins that had introduced her to the exclusive night club. Exam season was over and the blonde didn’t think she could look at any more letters for a while, even reading the signs while driving to the club had made her irritated. She was sure that her grades would be good, but it was still tiring and her mind was a mess and she just needed to relax. Pass a good evening, maybe bring someone home with her. Depending on how the night went, that was. The atmosphere was nice, and she slid to one of the free stools, next to a cute guy that didn’t take long to speak to her. Anna ordered a manhattan before looking at him with a soft smile “Hello, darling.” he was cute and she liked his smile, that was for certain “Don’t think so either, I’m Anna. And who might you be?”

This wasn’t exactly one of his top frequented clubs, in face Xavier probably hadn’t found his way inside the doors in a few months, but it still managed to be one of his favorites, even if it tended to be more subdued than he tended towards going out on his own, but if anything was a reason to come here more, it was a beautiful woman like the one next to him. He’d never seen her around before, but, well, better late then never, right? So when she took the seat next to him, he grinned, leaning casually against the edge of the bar as he turned softly to face her. “Anna, hm? A lovely name. I’m Xavier, a pleasure to meet you.” He responded, head tilting slightly as he added “ So, at the risk of sounding cliche - come here often?”

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.&& garrett

    Beer pong pro or not, Garrett was still already pretty drunk which would make this a little harder, since she seemed to be sober. If he was lucky, he could manage to get her a little drunk though. Although - she’d proved to be very fun even without alcohol, obviously. ❛ This beer wants you to drink it so, I think it does, ❜ he said, afterwards frowning slightly as he put his half-full can of beer away to play the game. Had had that sentence even made any sense? Garrett shook it off and looked at the ball bounce   when she threw it, right into one of the cups on her first try.  ❛ Oh, have you been practicing at home? ❜ he questioned, pursing his lips a little as he took the ball out of the cup, downed the beer and took a few seconds to focus before throwing the ball, letting it bounce on the table before it landed in one of the cups on her side.  ❛ Yes ! ❜ Maybe it was a lucky shot, after all, he would just be getting more and more drunk, probably.

“I used to play ping pong back home.” after she had moved away that was, her cousins had a table and they spent the free time playing some games. Lia hadn’t been the greatest at it, but she was sobber and it was easier doing it with her hand than with a paddle that was for sure. But her grin was short-lived when he managed to get a cup even while drunk, which meant that she would have to drink the beer inside. Her nose scrunched in distaste as she picked it up, making sure to drink it quickly just so she didn’t have to taste it for long. The beer settled wrongly on her stomach and there was another scrunch of her nose as she licked her lips, God, the taste was disgusting. Most she was drinking was another one, that was for sure, and then Lia would concede to Garrett just to get out of drinking any more. Her next shot was horrible, and if there hadn’t been a lucky bounce off of another cup, she wouldn’t have made it. “I’m not drunk yet, just so you know.” she was probably a lightweight, but not that much... maybe. “Bottom’s up, Garrett.”

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.&& isabelle

       ❛ Yeah, we can try. I’m sure I can find a good recipe because I’m not trying that from memory, ❜ she smiles, shaking her head. Baking without recipes did work for her but she always liked to have something to go after no matter what. It always turned out the best like that.  ❛ Oh that’s cute. Would be one big snowman now though. ❜ They’d need a shitload of snow to make Matt but as for Isabelle and Liam, it could work. his compliment came out of nowhere though, which they had started to do more and more lately and Isa was still getting used to it. ❛ Stop it, ❜ the blonde giggled, hanging an ornament in the tree as she shook her head a little again.

“You trying from memory would probably be best than me trying even with a recipe.” his mother had tried to teach him, that was for sure, but Matthew had always managed to burn the easiest of dishes, to the point that even the patient matriarch of the Burke family had decided that cooking was definitively not on his repertoire. “It wasn’t then.” he had only had his little height jump when he was fifteen, but by then there were two more younger siblings on the household. “Well, yours wouldn’t take that much snow.” he helped Liam hang the last few ornaments before finally handing his son the big star to put on the top of the three. “What do you think, champ?” a delighted perfect was given before the boy was jumping towards Isabelle to hug her and thank her for helping “Which means we can go and get the lights to make those decorations.” a grin was given to the blonde.

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.&& isabelle

   ISABELLE: like this maybe?    ISABELLE: but it will probably be cold though if we’re going outside…    ISABELLE: not sure i have a whole belle-dress haha but i can see    ISABELLE: yeah please just leave that to me lol

MATTHEW: that one looks really good on you MATTHEW: i mean everything does really MATTHEW: well, white and gold looks very new year for me MATTHEW: i will and i will thank you a lot for it

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.&& garrett

  GARRETT: i’ll take it.   GARRETT: oh that chick from high school or a new one?   GARRETT: noooo come on??   GARRETT: there’s a huge new years party hellooo

LIA: Nadia from high school, yes LIA: think he’ll be proposing LIA: oh, you can go LIA: my party limit was reached on the christmas one LIA: we can talk parties next year

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open to f || based on Guess who’s coming for Christmas from this post but without the Christmas bc oops the time has gone by????

He had never started as a Disney star or any of those goody two shoes that were supposed to just do good and play nice and be examples of high moral. Heck, he was a rock singer, not Mother fucking Theresa but somehow he had to put his fucking act together? Adrian wasn’t even sure how that would be possible, he had thought that any publicity was bad publicity? And why would they care if he drank and partied? It wasn’t like he had ever failed or ruined a concert or whatever. But no, here he was, in this fucking small town making sure to stay low because of that little scandal. It wasn’t his fault that he had been caught fucking in public, much less a supposedly committed new actress. He wouldn’t had done it if he knew she had a boyfriend, that was for sure.

So here Adrian was. In the middle of fucking nowhere and waiting for the damn kid and his mom or sibling or whatever to appear ( in his opinion if a kid wanted to meet and spend some time with him he did nothing wrong, but whatever ). Stay low. Now that was a stupid thing.

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@heartbrxakers​ inspired by this but with a holiday twist

Lia still couldn’t believe that he had actually agreed to the crazy plan that she had come up with just to piss off her cousin. Was it petty of her? Quite, but she hadn’t been the one to use one of her vacation days to go and annoy her younger cousin over having the fiance over the holidays and her being forever alone. To be honest, this was probably the craziest idea that the brunette had, especially when she had been trying to keep her distance from him this whole time. Trying to tamp down her feelings for her best friend as much as she was able to, it hadn’t been working that well, but maybe she could try harder after this whole stupid plan. “You ready?” she tried to sound upbeat, but it all seemed like it was going to go towards disaster town. “I think I must warn you my family is... well, Portuguese.” how could she explain it? “I mean think of Italian cliches and it’s kinda like that just a bit more realistic.” Mediterranean families were just like that... a bit too much and open. “The younger ones speak English so you don’t have to worry about that.” and the older ones’ comments could stay for her ears only. “I just want you to know that I am really thankful that you’re doing this.”

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@heartbrxakers​ based on The Spirit of Christmas

Elle didn’t think that she could count her friends by the fingers that she had in one hand. Mostly because she didn’t trust living humans and one getting past her defenses and bluntness was quite hard. But Mia had managed to do it, and in turn, had managed to get the red haired woman to take on this difficult case. The reason had been simple, the guy didn’t want to sell because of a supposed ghost and Elle was able to see them. And talk to them, and honestly, she thought them more than one thousand percent better than the living. “Really?” a roll of her brown eyes and an annoyed sigh. She had signed up to get the ghost to be ok with the purchase, not to go on a wild goose chase “How long were have you been dead anyway? You know they can be dead by now and you’re just being petty.”

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.&& garrett

   GARRETT: oh yeah maybe not     GARRETT: ‘hey you know asshole garry? he’s nice now bc he fucked me so good’    GARRETT: fine i’ll take passable    GARRETT: i mean as long as you wear my xmas gift under it???

LIA: thought so LIA: passable is perfectly fitting LIA: alex is spending new years with his gf LIA: if i stay home i can wear only that

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.&& Isabelle

  ISABELLE: aww thanks   ISABELLE: white for new years?   ISABELLE: i was thinking maybe something sparkling   ISABELLE: but i have too many options LIKE HOW    ISABELLE: wish you were here to help me but then again   ISABELLE: you’re not rly a stylist either hahah

MATTHEW: don’t you have white and sparkling? MATTHEW: or maybe gold and sparkling? MATTHEW: that way you’ll be even more like Belle MATTHEW: i suck at it MATTHEW: i barely can style liam let alone a girl

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@heartbrxakers​ based on The Christmas Wish plot

The only reason that Hasan was even considering doing this was because his mother was dying. The tumor in her brain had been discovered a couple of weeks back, and even with all the best doctors at their disposal, there was nothing that they could do. Haima could leave up to three months, but that was an optimistic diagnostic, and honestly, all he wanted to do was make sure that his mother had everything that she wished for. And that included seeing him married and in the way of having a family. And having into account Hasan had no want for that, he had resorted to simply hiring someone out of an acting agency. He had enough money to pay for her fees for however long his mother still lived, and they only had to pretend during the Holidays back in Mumbai, so it wouldn’t even be that hard.

“Here.” he presented her with a blue box, the engagement ring inside would without a doubt please his mother. “Have you gotten the email I sent with the meeting story?” it was a bit bare, but he had never been known for his creativity.

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.&& garrett

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  GARRETT: hey did you tell your brother i’m nice again   GARRETT: jk but still that’d be dope   GARRETT: anyway what are you wearing tonight

LIA: i’d rather not deal with his questions of why i know that LIA: though nice is a very broad and non fitting word LIA: passable is better LIA: i’m still not sure LIA: i could always go with pj’s and stay home

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.&& isabelle

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   ISABELLE: i can’t find anything to wear so i’m just sitting here naked     ISABELLE: sry tmi    ISABELLE: i mean i have lots of dresses i just can’t decide ????    ISABELLE: LIKE WHAT IF I OVER DRESS

MATTHEW: it’s alright MATTHEW: you’ll look good in whatever you wear, belle MATTHEW: but uh, something white? MATTHEW: they say white gives good luck

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He knew that her flight was in a few days, so Karim wanted to do something special with Amaya for Christmas. So this was what he had come up with, a big thermos filled to the bring with hot chocolate, a bag of mini marshmallows for the hot chocolate and too many snacks to be healthy. He had chosen the smallest room in his movie theater, and there were a couple of Christmas movies lined up for them to see. “What do you think?” Karim asked as he showed her the setup.