#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ veronica: discourse.

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closed starter for @foolishonewriting!

ㅤㅤveronica jiang is, and probably always will be, the biggest donor to jonathan edwards' church. it was a sweet and holy denomination composed of a loving and wholesome community (for the most part), but every commune has its riffraff. and she, whether it was known to other churchgoers or not, fits under such a label better than anyone else could even dare imagine to be true.

ㅤㅤyears had been meticulously spent cleaning her image and wiping the slate seemingly clean. jonathan and grace had welcomed her with open arms into their collective, allowing her to seek out the forgiveness from above for her unethical actions; for the scandalous affair that she'd had as a nanny at eighteen with her former boss and movie director first husband the skyrocketed her to fame and got her to where she is today; for the handful of loveless marriages and affairs that followed; and even for all the alcohol and drugs she consumed. now her record is squeaky clean. a hollywood star as the poster for reformation. who would have seen that coming?

ㅤㅤthough there is one sin that she is yet to admit to in the confessional booth. it's not as if she could just sit and express her interest for their daughter and have them not recognise her voice and, subsequently, banish her from the commune. besides, if she was to do something so reckless, she'd only stand in her own way of actually having something to truly be repentant for. and apparently no one else was going to stand in her way either, what with how everyone but her and tabitha had promptly cleared out following the service. slender fingers gracefully catch the young woman by the elbow, her skin nearly burning at the slightest of touches. " tabitha, sweetheart? i couldn't steal you for a five minutes, could i? i've been meaning to run a few things by you about your mother's surprise party. " her voice lowers to a hushed whisper towards the end, smiling as she takes the opportunity to lean in a little closer.

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ㅤㅤ" exactly. " she's painfully aware of the error in her ways, for pursuing someone half her age and the pastors daughter, no less. not to mention the fact that her husbands heart would simply give if he was to look over his shoulder at the row of pews behind him. she leans in enough to whisper, her lips nudging against her ear as a hand rests against her upper thigh — giving it a reassuring squeeze. " god's supposed to watch. the only people that will know i've got my fingers buried in your cunt is you, me, and god. "

♡ muse ↝ molly bishop. early twenties. super pure innocent pastor's daughter. absolutely destroy her. cis woman. ( she / her ). bisexual. m(a)dison b(a)iley faceclaim.

♡ open to ↝ any muse 21+

♡ synopsis ↝ more random one liners.

♡ tidbits ↝ just please be certain to check out guidelines / banned. made using beta editor.

“ you want to . . . you want to do what ? ” she stammered nervously, cheeks immediately flooding with warmth. “ we're in church. ”

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open to: m/f, 21+.

plot: veronica recently remarried and now she has to play the role of step mom. but your muse seems to enjoy calling her mommy waaaay too much. tacky taboo plot pls!

ㅤㅤmommy. it still doesn't feel right to hear it out loud, let alone directed towards hers. but a new marriage meant a new family, which entails children — or, at this age, young adults. veronica's sixth (and hopefully final) husband is a year or two older than her, meaning that she doesn't have to deal with snivelling children, which is a pro. but snivelling adults that still live at home? now that's a different challenge entirely. at least she has thirty years of acting and playing pretend under belt to fall back on.

ㅤㅤshe's clad in an elegant black dress after having returned with her husband and his family following a black tie night out, having escorted her husband straight to bed where he drunkenly passed out. and now it's that time of night where she sits in the kitchen — alone. except, this time, she's not. heels click against the marble flooring as she clears her throat, letting her presence be known as a hand lifts to pluck an empty champagne flute out of the cupboard before cracking open a fresh bottle to fill the glass halfway, circling towards the opposite end of the island at which the other was sat at. " you really enjoy calling me mom, don't you? i think you referred to me as your mommy, like, four times tonight alone. and at your big age, too... is it because your own mother neglected you? " she pauses to take a sip then, watching the other over the rim of the glass with siren-like eyes. " or are you testing how many times it'll take for it to get my pussy wet? "

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closed starter for @crownedhopelesss​!

               “ i was under the impression that we had an agreement? “ 

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closed starter for @hcllhcre​!

               veronica’s pretty face was illuminated by the glow of the moon overhead, still wearing her little black dress from the award show that night beneath her thick coat made of faux fur — sipping from her glass of red wine as she stands on the balcony of the five-star hotel. one hand grips onto her glass whilst the other toys with her shiny, new award, admiring its design whilst cursing its existence. more awards equalled less space which equalled reorganising. how trivial of a problem.  “ fenrir, darling? “  she leans over to place her award atop of the small, glass table — the soft clinking of glass joining the choir of the city down below.  “ would you be so kind as to join me? “  she’d declined the invitation of an after party, but not necessarily because she wants to be alone. forearms prop themselves against the wall of the balcony, looking over her shoulder to find him as the cold, night air nipped at her exposed skin.  “ you aren’t going to make me drink alone, are you? “  

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ㅤㅤveronica looks at nami and she sees more than a fling. she sees a futur, and a lavish one, at that. one filled with love, lust, and passion — three of the many things missing from her current sham of a marriage. and to think she was starting to believe herself to be too old, or too far past her prime, to find anything even remotely real. ㅤㅤbrows arch out of amusement at nami's challenge, the thumb resting against her cheek lowering to tug down on her lower lip with a sigh of pure and utter longing. " so much for my act of selflessness. " her other hand rests against the curve of the girls waist, hiking the fabric of her dress up, her head tilting to the side as she pouts almost mockingly down at nami. " oh, my poor, neglected princess... i bet you're soaked from just standing there, waiting for mommy to take care of you. " her thumb skims along her lower lip once more before she's removing her hands entirely, taking a step back to completely admire the view. " strip for me. put on a good show and maybe then i'll touch you. "

here it is : the longing nami feels now so evident upon veronica's features , too . reacts to her touch immediately , a pleased smile stretching across her face ------ triumphant , has the other wrapped around her finger once more , as close as she likes her to be . knows that even if she tried , she couldn't shake the budding feelings she harbors for the older woman , no longer just hungry for her touch but completely under her spell , instead . ' don't let anyone else have me , then . ' knows it's not as simple as that , but words still fall from parted petals like a dare . looks up from underneath long lashes to meet veronica's gaze , a playful spark finding home in dark pupils . ' more than ever ... you haven't touched me in so long because of this silly idea to send me away . i need you . '

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starter for @nghtdsires​, 2/2!

               veronica and lori had been friends for the better part of two decades now. they had both started coming up around the same time, and the rest had been history with the two still regularly being papped together. she attended most, if not all, of their games, recently having started to linger around the locker rooms afterwards in an attempt to garner the attention of one particular player. and tonight was no different. the actress had been chatting mindlessly all night, lingering by the locker room as the stadium slowly emptied out.                 “ jackie! “  she calls, a hand reaching out to wrap around the girls wrist as she started to walk past her — cheeks having reddened within the mere seconds that she had been in her company.  “ i’ve been looking for you. you played amazing... “  try not to sound too mesmerised, veronica!  “ we’re throwing the after party to celebrate at mine. do you want to ride with me? it’s only half an hour, but i promise my car is much comfier than the coach. my drivers waiting outside. you coming? “  

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ㅤㅤ" ma'am? are you age shaming me? " arms lift to cross over her chest, covering up the to be part of her fifth bride to be sash. " are you trying to tell me that you're not the stripper? because you should be. "

closed starter for @tearfest​ !

             “ma’am, if you touch my cowboy hat one more time i’mma have to forcibly  remove you off the premises. what is this, a bachelorette party or somethin’?”

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ㅤㅤㅤfelicity and veronica were very well acquainted. the redhead had only ever confided in two people about her lewd past, one of them being veronica, and the other her husband back when they had first met twenty-something years ago. back when he'd promised to help her find god, not a quick fuck in a motel room. veronica can sense felicity's nerves, a small hand resting against her back as she starts, " we know each other very well. my husband's a loyal benefactor and is good friends with her husband, so it's only natural for us to know each other. " they share a knowing look before felicity clears her throat to finally speak up. " well, i was fretting to vee here about the recent break-ins in the neighbourhood. the church is all about giving to those in need, but we still harbour an anti-theft policy. but i was also fretting about my sex life — or lack of. and, well... she said she knew a guy that could help with both of my problems. discreetly, no less. "

ㅤㅤㅤmaybe cornering him had been a mean approach, but he just looked so cute stood there, like a deer in headlights as she watched as he recognised her — as he remembered her. how he's remembering her, she's not sure. after all, he had her in so many positions in their short time of knowing each other. veronica stepped towards oliver, head tilting as she smiles almost smugly up at him. " i think what my friend here's trying to say is that she's looking for someone to fuck. to fuck both of us. and i have nothing but fond memories of our night together... we're looking for a third, or whatever it is you're calling it now. and our husbands are far too conservative. they'd simply perish if they knew what it was we were doing. plus, you're cute — and fun. "

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He’d just finished installing the office camera, pointed towards the safe next to the couch just as the pastor had instructed. He’d already climbed back off the ladder and opened his laptop, preparing to bring the newest camera online, when the opening door caught his attention; the pastor’s pretty wife. “Oh — sorry, I – the pastor said nobody would be here this late, I thought – “ His apology was cut short as somebody stepped in behind her, and Oliver felt like someone had tugged the rug out from beneath him. “Mrs — Veronica.” he corrected hastily, cheeks burning as he remembered the last time she’d insisted he use her first name. Right before he’d spent most of the evening between her thighs. “I – what are – “ He cleared his throat, eyes shifting from one gorgeous woman to the other. “How – You two know each other?”

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ㅤㅤthe simple touch between veronica's fingertips and the exposed skin of tabitha's arm was small yet impactful, like a drop of rain in the midst of a drought — hopefully a taste of what's to come? her gaze is shameless with its aim, practically eyeing the girl up with little to no care for the immorality of it all. she just looks so pretty, like a doll fresh out of the packaging with her pristine curls accessorised with a pretty little bow and her picture perfect dress being enough to make the seemingly reformed veronica lose her mind.

ㅤㅤshe returns the genuine smile with one of her own, her gaze briefly abandoning tabitha's as she stares recklessly at her cleavage — swallowing thickly before meeting the girls eyes once more. " you're such a sweetheart, as always. " she chimes, the hand at her elbow lingering before she's gently trailing her fingertips down and along her arm and towards her wrist before falling down to rest by her own side. " we can go to the vestry, if you'd like. i'd suggest your fathers' office, but then your mother might catch us and overhear, which is absolutely not ideal. " she offers a laugh, nodding towards the churches grand doors before she's leading her inside.

ㅤㅤonce they were out of sight of the others, her hand moves to rest against her lower back in a gentle yet guiding manner, her face turning towards hers with a smile of endearment. " how have you been, darling? you're always so busy with your volunteering that i feel like i never get chance to catch you anymore. or have you found yourself a boyfriend? a pretty girl like you... i bet you get tonnes of attention. "

There was something so admirable about Veronica. Tabitha didn't not know everything about her, as some things were private to people and she was not one to pry, but it was clear she was a different person to who she used to be. Veronica was devoted to the church now, one of the biggest donors. She came to church, helped run events, and has become quite close with her parents. She was clearly a kind woman who had perhaps been misunderstood previously or led astray, and Tabitha enjoyed seeing people live joyfully, with new purpose, with new ideas. It wasn't that some of the things she knew about Veronica were particularly bad, based on what she knew but hollywood life and church life were very different.

Tabitha did her best not to judge others of course. It was okay to be concerned and to offer help, but not to pry and cause ill comfort. She did not know some of what the conversations between Veronica and her parents involved, not did she entirely want to know, as some of those conversations were especially scared in the confessional - she assumed, a few people in the community liked to uitlise it.

At the end of another lovely service, the room was quick to clear out, going to find cups of tea, going home to go about family meals or even the select few they had to go to work. Tabitha felt fingers on her elbow, glancing up curiously at the owner of the soft fingers. Tabitha immediately offered the woman a sweet smile, one that was quite genuine. "I am sure I can spare a couple of minutes for such an important chat," Tabitha insisted, watching her step closer. "Shall we go have a talk?" Tabby asked politely, soft pink dress rustling around her lower thighs as she glanced up at the woman, eyes innocent.

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ㅤㅤthe initial strength veronica had entered this attempted ' break-up ' with had soon started to dissipate, slowly melting under the rays of nami's beauty. it really is proving to be hard to deny herself the one thing she wants more than anything. and nami's words definitely aren't helping the matter. ㅤㅤ" nami, princess, just the thought of seeing you with someone else makes my blood boil. " she answers honestly, stiletto's clicking against the floor beneath as she closes the space between the two — perfectly manicured fingers lifting to brush stray locks behind the young woman's ear, a look of longing crossing her features as she does so. her palm cups at the underside of nami's jaw, thumb brushing along her cheek as she meets her gaze. " how badly? "

perhaps it was boredom , a burnt out starlet fishing for a scandal ------ can imagine the headlines , paparazzi photos of her on veronica's arm ... no matter how discreet they were , the excitement remained . but perhaps it was something deeper , admiration that grew over time , underneath bedsheets and over shared breakfasts . perhaps where the other wanted to be selfless , nami could offer nothing but selfishness . ' do you really want to see me with someone else ? ' tone sickly sweet , though vulnerability peaks through in the cracks of her voice , tilts her head as eyes focus on veronica's features . ' cause i only want you right now . '

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ㅤㅤveronica and her husband had somehow transitioned from life partners and into business partners faster than she had anticipated, the small flame of their love having been snuffed out far sooner than any of her other four marriages. she could usually make it to their fifth wedding anniversary before she inevitably finds her loyalty wavering. nami was far from being the first to lead veronica astray, but she was the first she found herself falling for — hence her currently ongoing attempt to cut ties. eyes roll at the younger woman's questions, scoffing in an attempt to battle the truth behind nami's words. " so? you're young and beautiful, nami. you should be marrying someone rich enough and dumb enough not to ask for a prenup— you've quite literally got your whole life ahead of you. no matter how much i enjoy having you, i can't help but to feel greedy for keeping you for myself. i was trying to be selfless. " for once in her life.

a mistake ------ words sting , but nami knows better than to let anything the other says hurt her pride . after all , despite harsh declarations , veronica still keeps her in her orbit , just close enough to reach for at any moment ... pathetic , really , how easily she gives in whenever the older woman calls for her . ' are you cutting me off , veronica ? how long did that last the last time you did this , hm ? just admit that you need me ... even if it's just to keep you satisfied , you need me . '

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ㅤㅤ" you were just a mistake. " voice is light, yet cold and harsh like an unwelcome breeze amidst a storm. " a young, pretty thing to take my mind off of my wreck of a marriage. " lying had always come natural to one of hollywoods most sought after actresses. " but if that's what it takes to make you feel better about me cutting you off, or at least trying to, then sure. whatever helps you sleep at night, darling. "

for @tearfest ,

' you'll have to face it : i'm the greatest love that you wasted . '