#🎁 : pride

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ QUOIPLATONIC - image id in alt id & under cut

a platonic orientation for when one is unsure of what their platonic orientation is, or if one even feels platonic attraction. one may experience the categories of platonic attraction as inaccessible or otherwise non-sensical. similar in meaning to quoiromantic and quoisexual, but for platonic attraction.

coined by plush !

(alt id ; a flag with five equal stripes. they are the following colours, from top to bottom: black, royal purple, bright cerulean, apple green, white.)

[frankenbridez]

yaaayy slasher yuri 💗

@myinfluencerboyfriend

[chrissy-kaos]

I don't feel well at all.. but that's not going to stop me from sending this to @zerosuitsammi3 Hopefully she loves it ❤🎁

[the-silent-fellowship]

Gatekeeper System Role Flag

[PT: Gatekeeper System Role Flag]

More me filling in spaces I don’t see flags for! This time for Gatekeepers(link) being I believe for their hard work they deserve one!

[ID: None yet]

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @pluralitywords, and @pluralterms

[Reposting on] @blood-moon-night-coining

[prideknights]

When will the decks be up for ordering again? Just found out about your project and I'm so in love with the art!

Hi! If there is enough demand I will reopen the store! (:

[queerliblib]

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[magnusedom]

airam’s 4k celebration: ↳ 🎁 pride and prejudice (2005) dir. joe wright for @prideandprejudice

[porcelainseashore]

Buckle Up and Enjoy the Ride

Pairing: Dominant! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: There are many things Leon uses his belt for — some of which involve you.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Consensual kink, belts, bondage, impact play, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving).

Author's Note: Happy AO3 Posting Anniversary to my lovely friend, AliBelleRosetta / @alibellerosetta! 🎉 I’m so glad to have met you and cheers to many more fulfilling creative writing experiences. Here’s my naughty little gift to you, enjoy! 🎁❤️ (P.S. I tried to wrap Leon in a box, but he wouldn’t let me, lol)

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Leon’s always been a practical man with a penchant for multipurpose items. The more ways he can use an item, the better. This often means leaning heavily into his creativity, something which he prides himself on.

Take, for example, his trusty belt that has served him well through countless missions, slinking over his slim fit jeans or tactical pants, resting just above a certain pair of assets. That very same belt which he has secured over his navy blue suit trousers, whenever he needed to head into the White House for a formal function. In a pinch, he could use it as a makeshift weapon, vicious and deadly in his hands. However, there are other uses for it that he would much rather keep private, like a clandestine secret shared only between you and him.

When the layers of clothes shed off, so does his prim and proper golden boy veneer, which he wears like a mask around strangers and friends alike. The only time he lets loose is around you. You kneel down obediently before him when he unbuckles his belt, knowing full well what is to come next. He teases you by running the smooth, supple leather against your lips, the natural grain against your skin. You close your eyes and sigh, breathing in its warm, earthy smell — the smell of him.

He likes to take his time to play with you. Frequently, you find your wrists tied to the bedpost, the firmness of his belt restricting you from moving too far, separating him from your touch. Meanwhile, he does what he wants with your body, exploring every dip and curve with his tongue trailing along your bare skin. It’s only a matter of time until you feel his hot, shaky breath against your mound, and with a feverish hunger, he takes your pussy into his mouth, lapping at your clit as you squirm against him. You feel the leather around your wrists tightening and creaking under the strain of your pulling. He holds your hips down firmly with his hands and continues as you cry out his name.

Sometimes, after a bout of relentless teasing, or if you’ve done something particularly naughty, he rips his belt off, pulling it taut between his hands as you hear it snap to attention. “Wanna play?” he smirks at you.

Bending you over the mattress, he doles out a few experimental taps with his belt on your ass, just to warm up. Gently rubbing its soft, fleshy cheeks, he whacks you properly this time, adjusting the intensity to how you react, timing it perfectly with every gasp and hitch of your breath, as pain mixes into pleasure.

“You like that?” he growls, voice thick with lust, in between sharp smacks. Your ass is sore and marked up red; you’ll be feeling it tomorrow. But every wince is a hushed whisper of what took place the night before, and every imprint an insatiable reminder of who you belong to.

Other times, when you’re both too horny to wait any longer, he throws you onto the bed, wrapping the belt around your waist roughly. You’re on all fours, and he listens out for your word before tugging at you forcefully, leather bound around his hand and wrist like a leash, as he yanks your pussy back onto his hardened cock, stretching it out as you take in every inch of him. 

He rails you into the mattress deeply; you can feel his cock twitching and dragging along your sensitive walls. He savors every moan and scream in ecstasy that he manages to draw out of you, until your throat is hoarse and you’re nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him.

There’s a loud rap on the front door and he throws a towel around his waist, answering it top naked, as if to spite whoever it is. Turns out it’s another noise complaint from the neighbors from hell, so it’s back to keeping quiet and stealthy.

He fits the belt across your mouth and you clench down on the strap. His hips snap against yours, fucking you at a merciless pace as if he had never stopped to begin with. Teeth marks show on the gummy leather which he’ll wear like a badge of honor, a lucky charm he’ll never lose in a fight. 

Your words are muffled, when in actuality you’re uttering a string of curses and his name over and over like a prayer.

“What was that again, sweetheart?” he grits out, teetering on the edge, yet signed off as usual with his irresistible cocky grin.

You want to wipe it off his smug face, but as he brings both of you over the threshold where you’re riding on a high, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[azzydoesstuff]

lethal company dashboard simulator

🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

the fuck are you calling an abandoned facility?? experimentation is my fucking home you prick. you scrappers call these facilities abandoned but they're not. you're just wandering into our homes and stealing our things. leave it to the scrapper to regurgitate insectophobic slop. blocked

#like i swear to god. these fucking scrappers are so stupid. i hope they all die #insect pride

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🌰 nuts-be-cracked Follow

i swear to god y'all, ain't NOTHINg moving on my watch

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

heyyyy 😏

🌰 nuts-be-cracked Follow

😬

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🦅 professionalhawkster2 Follow

bro why do the fucking dogs keep messing with my gang?? they almost killed jerry a couple hours ago

🦖 heywhosaidthat Follow

how about you be fucking quiet you fucking pickle thieves

#seriously who steals pickles lmao #fuck baboon hawks

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🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

T HEY TOOK M Y PIcKLES!!!!1!!

#naw i'm uptading th ose mf dangjer level to 75% agfter tha t shit

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

first time visiting 7-dine! wonder what i'm gonna find lol

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

hey i live there! lol

🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

🫣

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

man what the hell

#cw coilphobia #fucking scrappers #hope i coil this bitch lmao

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🦑 badjokesbyjeb Follow

What do you do after eating a really tasty planet? You give the restaraunt five golden stars.

🪙 living-on-the-blingbling-baby Follow

BEAST LET ME OUT ALREADY I NEED TO GET OUT I CAN'T BE DIGESTED YOU FUCKING BEAST CEASE THIS MOCKERY OF OUR GOLDEN PLANET RELEASE ME SPIT OUT THE RINDS LET ME LEAVE

🖁 across-the-system Follow

Haha, good one Jeb! You should really change your url!

#you fucking idiot don't say shit like that #he's gonna fucking escape at some point if you keep doing this and then you'll really be fucked you fucking moron #goodjokesbyjeb

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🦈 thump-thump-thump Follow

who up eatin' their legs

🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

what

🦈 thump-thump-thump Follow

us thumpers get called halves because when we're born we have to eat the bottom half of our bodies to get out of our eggs. this is why we have no legs and have to use our arms to walk around. hope this helps ❤️

#cw thumperphobic slur #cw half #don't be ignorant like this and do your research #also don't call us halves please #thumpers #thumperposting #thumper gang

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☣️ richrichardguy-deactivated0709

man why don't this fucking door open. oh it's my fucking crew behind it fucking great. fucking assholes won't stop saying i smell

🌿 rapaxfoliumsnap Follow

hey i think we haven't met before

☣️ richrichardguy-deactivated0709

😨

🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

RICH NOOOOOOOOOOO

#bro stank like shit but i didn't want him to go like this #not like this! not like thiiiiiiis!

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🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

you guys, i just found the coolest fucking metal sheet. you have no idea

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

BRO GET OUT OF THE DOORWAY STUPID FUCKING BOX

🎁 lethaljesterjestering Follow

listen to my tune

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🔦 new-guy-working-here Follow

hey guys it's my first week working for the company! i think i'm gonna make quota this time

🌿 rapaxfoliumsnap Follow

no you're not

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no i'm not

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🎭 she-fillin-my-quota Follow

hey guys i'm resigning from the company rn. im gonna make some changes accordingly on my blog now. can someone tell @lootyloot-nestynest i'm sorry and ask them to unblock me. i'm a changed man now, i'm not a scrapper anymore

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

guys idk something seems off about this guy. he was spewing coilphobic shit a couple days ago

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guess who's been busy, coily? 😏😏😏

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no fucking way

#the madman did it #bro got fucking masked lmao

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ CAT NPD - image id in alt id & under cut

a flag for those with npd who feel a special connection to cats. exclusive to people who have npd.

coined by plush, flag by div ! original flag by createlink, symbols by obnebulant-mogai & npdflag

(alt id ; three side-by-side flags. they are identical, save for the symbol in the middle being different. there are eleven stripes, which follow the following pattern, mirroring after the middle stripe: base size, larger, largest, smaller, base size, larger. they are the following colours, from top to bottom: deep oak, metallic copper, cocoa, pale taupe, almond, white, almond, pale taupe, cocoa, metallic copper, deep oak.

the first flag features the npd symbol by npdflag in the colours cocoa, pale taupe, almond & white.

the second flag features the npd symbol by obnebulant-mogai in metallic copper & white.

the third flag features the npd symbol by npdflag in the colours pale taupe, almond & white. two cat ears coloured metallic copper are attached to its top.)

[hey-august]

August 1 is my birthday! 🎉 As a gift to myself, and to you all, I have some angsty smut to share. I love angst and I love filth, so what better than to combine them for my birthday! 🎁🌟

(Ideally, I have a few more angsty ideas that I'd like to write this month, turning it into Angst August for me. 🥰 Hopefully I can knock them out, plus Buggy's bday fic for next week.)

WC: ~1.8k Warnings: NSFW, mdni, buggy x GN!reader, no established relationship, angsty end, drinking alcohol, oral - buggy receiving, insertion sex, manual stimulation - reader receiving, multiple orgasms, low self-esteem buggy

The night was becoming a blur, a welcome merry-go-round of cheap drinks and hasty decisions. Sideways glances and a misunderstanding were soothed by an offer to have a personal conversation somewhere more private. Like a rented room above the bar.

You had been staring at Buggy for too long, stealing glances like he had been stealing beers. Even when his glare pushed away your attention, your eyes always drifted back. In between tall tales and filthy stories, the pirate felt your gaze following the tilt of his head and chasing his laughter.

When you managed to make your way to his side of the bar, Buggy took the opportunity to tell you to fuck off. In the face of his sneer, you winced out an apology and offered an explanation. One that would be easier somewhere quieter. Lacking in better judgment and hoping for a fight, Buggy agreed to follow you.

The pirate had convinced himself that you were luring him into a trap, but when you were on your knees begging to have his cock stuffed in your mouth, Buggy became too hardheaded to think that way anymore. Pirates and performers have a knack for sensing lies and hidden motives. Your motives were obvious and surprisingly genuine.

You had even blushed when apologizing for staring at him. You said it was because he was cute. You were insistent. Real fucking insistent. Whining when he let you kiss him. Grabbing his coat to pull him closer. Wanting to apologize for making him feel uncomfortable by making him feel way too comfortable.

Your sloppy mouth had Buggy’s mind spinning. Or maybe it was all the beer sloshing around his stomach. Only one thought survived the swirling tempest, floating through the whirlpool on instinct.

“Let’s fuck,” Buggy choked out when he could catch his breath.

Another hasty decision later and you were folded in half, back pressed hard against the thin mattress. The cheap bed creaked and cracked with each heavy thrust. Your movements were limited. Stuck in a cage created by the pirate above you, all you could really do was fight to keep your eyes from rolling back and moan against his pretty red lips. All other movement came from Buggy, who was hunched over your body and moving like a man possessed.

His tempo was relentless. Rough and hard, fighting to find space in your tightness. With each thrust, Buggy pressed more of his weight against your legs, which only added to the pressure inside. His hard cock took up more space than you thought your body could accommodate, constantly hitting and rubbing the spots that took your breath away.

With each struggling inhale, the stars in your eyes grew larger. Brighter. Expanding until they took over your vision and they exploded throughout your body. Unable to keep your bliss contained to the limited space you could move in, it overflowed into the trembles that coursed through you.

Buggy’s fingers dug into your shaking legs while he dragged his cock through the spasms in your body, before pulling out to spill his own high on your stomach.

Turning a panting breath into an invite, you stuck out your tongue and offered to swallow his cum. The pirate lurched forwards to oblige, not wanting to spill a drop anywhere else. And neither did you. Despite a heavy mouthful, you swallowed his load and opened your empty mouth as proof.

The look of pride in your eyes after being wrecked by a complete stranger - a fucking clown - was too much. Buggy’s softening dick twitched and pushed out a small pearly drop. If he could, he would fuck you into oblivion again. Instead, he rolled off of you and released his hunger another way.

Laying on his side in the small sliver of free space next to you, Buggy pressed kisses to your shoulder and neck. His hand roamed your body, grabbing and kneading whatever he could feel.

“Thank you,” he mumbled between kisses. “Sorry.”

The repeated words went in and out of your head, drifting through the spaces of over-stimulation. Stubbled facial hair, calloused fingers, nipping teeth, a teasing tongue, grinding hips. Eventually, the words lingered long enough to stay. They stuck in the web of feelings and filled the gaps.

You gasped softly when he spoke. Each seemingly unwarranted apology sending shivers through your body. Each appreciation building the heat between your legs. A fire that Buggy stoked with his own hand when he realized what he ignited. You grabbed his wrist when the feelings peaked, squeezing tightly until the inferno passed.

“Wh-why are… You don’t have to b-be sorry.” Your voice was airy, needing to breathe more than needing to speak.

“C’mon, look at you. You’re so fucked,” Buggy said with a chuckle. He reached up and squeezed your flushed cheeks which pushed out your puffy lips. “I shoulda bought you a drink first. Ya know, something to get to know you more before we got naked.”

Your smile pushed against his fingers and he freed your face.

“I wouldn’t mind that. We could still try to get to know each other.” You rolled over to face the pirate next to you.

Your noses were nearly touching and it turned Buggy’s stomach. He pulled his head back and stared at you. A stranger who came on to him. A clown. You didn’t crack jokes, ask him for tricks, or talk shit about his nose. That would change if you spent more time together. It always happened, without fail.

But you were so…honest. And cute.

Buggy closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours, sealing away any other words you could say. His hand drifted down, returning to it’s new home between your legs.

“Can you give me one more?”

You answered by deepening the kiss and pouring your moans into his waiting mouth. He was greedy, coaxing more delicious sounds to drink. When they were almost tooth-rottening sweet, Buggy eased back his movements and welcomed your tart whimpers.

“Please, p-please…”

Your begging words were overwhelming. They coated his tongue and were too rich to savor for long. Buggy pressed against you and pulled another shaking orgasm from your body. As the tremors passed and your muscles gave up, you leaned more into the man laying next to you. He stayed still, feeling each heave from your chest and warm breaths coast across his damp skin.

With a deep sigh, you succumbed to weariness. You shifted and wiggled until you were able to wrap an arm around the pirate.

“I just need a moment,” you said softly when the pirate didn’t return the gesture. “That was a lot. It f-felt good.”

A shiver from the overproduction of chemicals in your body ran down your spine, shaking your words along the way. Hesitantly, Buggy brought an arm around you and soothed your goosebumps. Unsure what you needed besides a moment, he let his large hand rest on top. Restless fingertips traced shapes and thoughts on your skin in silence.

Buggy wasn’t used to gentle moments like this. His preferred shitty choices usually resulted in fist fights and hurt feelings. Aches that he always carried with him and that whispered in the quiet of the room. There was still time for this night to end like the others. To have more pain than comfort. And the tenderness in your hold would need plenty of hurt to balance things out.

He moved to pull away. Your hug tightened briefly and then loosened.

“Sorry, I-”

“I’m hungry,” Buggy interrupted. He didn’t want to know what you were going to apologize for. Whatever regrets you had should stay with you.

“Oh okay, yeah. We could get something to eat downstairs, if you want. Let me clean up first,” you said, quickly warming up to the idea.

“I can go grab food. This kind of mess takes time to clean up.” Buggy gestured towards you with his head, his eyes moving from your ragged hair down to the face paint all over your face and neck that was starting to muddle together with the sweat on your body.

You looked down and nodded. A soreness had begun to settle in your muscles. It pulled out a small whine and a silent shake when you stretched your arms and legs before getting off the bed.

“Okay, that’s a plan, captain.” You picked up the clothes strewn across the floor, blew a kiss to the naked pirate still sitting on the bed, who waggled his fingers at you, and then made your way to the bathroom.

When the door latched shut, Buggy deflated with a coarse sigh. Buggy quickly threw his clothes back on, making sure not to forget any bits of flair. The shower was still running when he stepped out of the room and closed the door.

It was only a short scene at the end, but he was done pretending. Buggy shook his head to the cadence of the last thing you said and rolled his eyes, pushing aside the feeling in his chest. It wasn’t guilt for lying or tricking you, but pity that you believed him. That’s what the throb inside was. It had to be.

Buggy made his way downstairs, back into the smell of piss, yeast, sweat, and greasy food. A crowded table called out as he walked past, his crew’s cheers and rowdy remarks blending together. As he walked by, their captain gave a slight nod and swiped a half-drank beer from the table which he downed in a sloppy gulp. Droplets and foam trickled down the corner of his mouth, through the stubble in jaw, and down his neck. It felt unpleasant, just like the rest of him.

The empty glass was tossed back to the table, who shrieked and laughed at the projectile. Buggy continued with his swift exit, reluctant to spend much more time in this building or in this town. Striding down the street illuminated more by shoddy lamps than the waning moon, the pirate wondered how long you’d wait for him to return.

When would you leave the room to look for him? Would you wait until your stomach growled? Or would there be a little voice in your head telling you that he left? Would you ask around for him? Or accept that he fucked you and left without another word? Like an asshole.

If he was honest, like you, Buggy would have stayed. He wanted to get to know you, to spend more time with you. He wanted to keep the stars in your eyes all for himself. To hear his name on your tongue. To make you cry out, make you laugh, make you happy.

But that kind of connection, that kind of life, is not for him. It never worked out for Buggy and he was tired of trying. Even if you might have been willing.

[bts-trans]

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[#슈가생일ㅊㅋ] 🎁H͜͡a͜͡p͜͡p͜͡y͜͡🎁 🎉B͜͡i͜͡r͜͡t͜͡h͜͡d͜͡a͜͡y͜͡🎉 💜S͜͡U͜͡G͜͡A͜͡💜 #슈가 #SUGA #아미의자랑슈가 #벌써보고싶은윤기

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#SUGA #ARMYsPrideSUGA* #WeMissYouAlreadyYoongi

(T/N: *Possible reference to Suga's verse in Outro: Her, "Perhaps I am your friend and enemy/Your heaven and hell/Sometimes pride and humiliation".)

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[blackrayser-fr]

Some highlights of my limited Pride Cakes from June 2024 🌈Thank you soso much to all my dear customers! 🎁

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

🎁🎄Never Better Than At Christmas - Max Verstappen

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You lived in a small, snow-covered town in the heart of the Netherlands, and you were known throughout the town for your absolute adoration of Christmas. You always decorated your cozy little house with twinkling lights, ornaments and a perfectly adorned tree.

You also worked at the bookstore, where you spent your days surrounded by the magic of stories. You spent every Monday night, reading to the children of the village, and you helped out in the school library as well. 

On one snowy evening, just a few mere days before Christmas, a man walked into the bookstore, seemingly seeking refuge from the bitter cold outside. You were eager to share your love for literature, so you approached the man. 

"Excuse me?" you asked, standing beside him. He had a few sprinkles of white on his coat shoulders, a few sitting atop his blonde hair. "Can I help you?" you further asked, once you had his attention.

"I was just walking by, and this place looked pretty warm, I hope you don't mind," he kindly smiled, taking in your appearance. You looked as cozy as you possibly could, with black turtleneck sweater and a thick jacket over the top.

"Of course, no problem," you smiled, glad to have a visitor at this time. Nobody really came to the store past 5pm, but you were still open till eight any way. It was quiet, and it was the perfect place for you to read all of the books you could possibly want to indulge in. 

"It's a really nice store you've got here, the Christmas decorations are gorgeous," he complimented, and you couldn't help but blush. You took great pride in decorating your favourite place for your favourite holiday, and it was nice that someone noticed. 

"Thank you, Christmas is my absolute favourite holiday in the whole world," you beamed as he nodded in approval. 

"I completely agree with you, there's nothing quite like the magic of Christmas, is there?" he said, and you felt like you were falling in love already.

"There really isn't," you agreed, watching as his eyes wandered around the space. Bookshelves upon bookshelves lining the walls, filled to the brim with old classics and modern works of literature. There was a Christmas tree by the till, and the whole store had warm, twinkling lights strung up. 

"Can I get you a drink? I can do tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you want, really," you offered, wanting to learn more about the stranger who had stumbled into your shop. 

"A hot chocolate sounds great, thank you." 

"Take a seat and I'll have it ready in a few minutes," you told him, pointing to the two arm chairs that were tucked away in the corner. That was where you would sit and read to the children on a Monday night, while they all sat sipping hot chocolates as they intently listened to you. 

You disappeared into the back to your tiny kitchen, which consisted of a small stove and a kettle, made complete with a mini fridge where you kept the milk. You warmed it up over the stove, before tipping the rich chocolate powder into it.

Pouring it into two mugs, you topped it off with whipped cream and the mini marshmallows that you absolutely loved. Walking back out into the shop, the mugs clutched in your hand, you saw the blonde man sat in one of the armchairs, and he had conveniently left your favourite one vacant for you. 

"Thank you," he said, taking one of the mugs out of your hands and leaning back in the chair. Something about the shop felt comforting, and homely. He couldn't quite tell whether it was the atmosphere, the lighting or the strange feeling of familiarity. 

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" you queried, sitting down in the armchair next to the stranger's. You held the mug in your hands, and it was perfectly warm to the touch. 

"Max, you?" he said, and you could finally put a name to the face. 

"Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," you smiled, looking at him. He had this glint in his eyes, and they were just as blue as the crisp winter skies on a morning. Something about him made you feel safe, and comforted. 

"The pleasure is all mine," Max said, sipping away at his hot chocolate. He had to admit, it was one of the best he had ever had, and it made him feel a warmth inside his chest. 

"So what brings you here? You're not a local, I know that for sure," you chuckled. 

"I was just passing through, since I'm going home to my family's for Christmas, but the snow was just too heavy to drive, so I thought I'd stop over here until it clears. I saw your shop was open, and I love books, and it looked incredibly cozy, so I figured it'd be perfect to get out of the storm for a short while," he explained, as you attentively listened. 

"What kind of books do you like?" you asked, excited to delve into one of your favourite topics. You owned a bookstore after all, so you had to know what you were talking about in regards to your passion. 

"I really like the classics, and A Christmas Carol has to be one of my favourites," he told you, and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. You stood from your chair and, once again, disappeared into the back. 

You pressed the buttons on the safe in the corner and produced what you were looking for. You handed it to Max when you returned, and his eyes widened. "My prized possession, not first edition, but printed in 1845," you explained. 

He gently ran his fingers over the delicate red front of the book - the 1845 print of A Christmas Carol. The edges were slightly frayed, but that was to be expected of a near on 180-year-old book. "How the hell did you get your hands on this?" he asked, flabbergasted. He had to keep on running his fingers over it, just to make sure it was real. 

"My Dad was a collector of the classics, this is the only one of his that isn't in a museum at the moment," you explained, the look on his face being completely priceless. It was like a child opening their dream gift on Christmas morning. That pure, innocent joy that couldn't be compared to anything else. 

"Can I open it?"

"Books are meant to be read," you nodded, watching the care he took as he gently flipped the pages. His hands were so careful with the aged, frail pages, his eyes scanning over the words that he had read so many times over, but it was so much better reading them from what might as well have been an original copy. 

"It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the object in his hands. "Thank you for letting me see it," he added, handing it back to you so that you could put it back in its safe place.

"Stories are meant to be shared, it'd be selfish if I didn't," you smiled, peeking out of the window, seeing snowflakes aggressively fly through the air, a few hitting the glass panes. The wind rattled the door every now and then, as if it were trying to infiltrate the warm, safe space with its bitingly cold fingers. 

"I don't think the storm is letting up anytime soon, do you have a place to stay for the night?" you asked, seemingly concerned about what Max was going to do. 

"I didn't really think about that, to be honest..." he realised, thinking he would have to spend the night in his car, shivering as the wind kept him awake with its howling. 

"There's a spare room at my place, if you would be comfortable staying, that is. No pressure if not, I'm a stranger and this is a new town, I get it," you rambled.

"If you're happy with it, then I'd be very grateful to stay for the night," he smiled, glad that you were trusting a stranger from outside of your town to stay in your house. 

"Well then, let me lock up and we can head out," you smiled, retrieving your keys from the counter and starting to lock the bookstore up for the night. Once you were done, you led Max down some side streets, that were sheltered from the wind by the buildings.

"Goodnight Max, I'll be next door if you need me," you said, closing the door to the spare room behind you as you left Max to settle and get some sleep. All he could think about for a short while was how grateful he was for the storm, since it meant he could meet you and get to know you. 

The next morning, you awoke to people shovelling snow from the roads and pavements in order to allow people to actually get around the village. You found Max in the kitchen, stood at the stove. "Good morning, I figured I could make you breakfast as a small thank you," he said as he noticed you walk in. 

Your heart was fluttering as you and Max ate breakfast together, little progress being made on the roads outside. "I don't think you're going to be able to drive for a little while," you said, and Max could only chuckle in agreement. 

The roads were still blanketed by inches of snow, so driving on them was simply an idiotic idea. "How about we go for a walk, I can show you around?" you offered, wanting to show off more of your town to the man you had grown so fond of in such a short amount of time. 

"Sounds wonderful," Max smiled, ready to see your town. Once you were done with breakfast and had cleared away, the pair of you shrugged your coats over your shoulders and ventured out into the snowy landscape. 

The snow crunched under your feet, and glittered under the high winter sun. You showed him some of your favourite places, and finally took him to the antique shop that you frequented. Despite it only being a small town, there were many treasures that people kept until they no longer had the use for them, and brought them here. 

It was very resemblant of your book store, and Max instantly adored it. As you wandered around the store, Max let his eyes feast on all of the old wonders that it contained. Their collection spanned from furniture to old trinkets from years gone by. 

But, the section that intrigued the pair of you the most had to be the jewellry. They had pieces that were seemingly timeless, and they had every kind of piece that one's heart could desire: brooches, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, rings, anklets. You name it, they had something of it. 

Your eyes were particularly captured by a golden locket, the piece being placed in the display cabinet open, revealing the two spaces that two photos could be placed in. "Pretty, isn't it?" Max said, standing beside you as you gazed at it. 

"It really is," you nodded, moving on from the cabinet before the locket could steal your heart just as quickly as Max had. Max had already made up his mind of what he was going to do before he left, but he needed to send you away so he could make it somewhat of a surprise. 

As you stepped outside of the shop, Max stopped and tried to bring on his Oscar winning acting skills, of which he felt he greatly lacked. "Damn, I think I left my keys on one of the displays, I'll go and get them," he lied, not having a clue if he was being convincing or not. 

"Do you want me to come and help you look?" you offered, not spotting the pretty obvious lie. 

"No, I know where they are, but thank you," he said, a little too quickly before walking back into the store and heading straight to the counter. The clerk was more than happy to sell him the locket, since they were getting pretty full of items. 

He had it, and now he just had to get a couple more things done with it, and then he could gift it to you. "Am I alright to stay at yours for another night? I don't think the roads are clear yet," he said, glad to be hopefully staying longer with you. 

"Yeah, you can stay for as long as you need," you smiled, grateful that the roads weren't being cleared. You didn't want Max to go just yet, since you were thoroughly enjoying the time spent with him. You had gotten used to having him around for the past day and a bit, and you didn't want that to end. 

Eventually, you headed home and lit the fire, but Max said he was going to go to bed early, just in case he could leave the next day and would have a long drive ahead of him. You sat in front of the fire, the flames casting shadows on the walls with a crimson glow on the space. 

A newer copy of A Christmas Carol was sat on the coffee table, and you had started re-reading it since Max had been there. You mentally scolded him for partially ruining the book for you, since you would think of him every time you read the book, or looked at your prized 1845 copy. 

Now, A Christmas Carol and Max were two things that popped up simultaneously in your brain, and there was nothing you could do about it. While you were lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice Max slipping out of the back door and out onto the snowy pavements, yet again.

He went to the jewellry shop, leaving the locket there while he went to find someone who could print photos. It took a while, but he eventually found a printing machine in the convenience store. He also found a box for the locket, so that was convenient. 

Checking over the jewellers handy work on his return, he adored what they had done. It was exactly as he had imagined, and all he had to do was place the photo in, and it was all set for you. Opening the back door again, he was hit with the warmth from the fire, and silence. Nothing could be hear apart from the soft crackle of the embers. 

He saw you, still in the same exact spot on the couch, but you didn't move an inch. He headed upstairs to get ready for bed, but he thought it would be good to check on you. You were still in the same position, and as he approached, you stayed completely still. 

He rounded the sofa, quickly seeing why you hadn't moved. You were fast asleep, your book open in your lap as your lips were parted with soft breaths escaping them. He took the book from your lap, spotting that you were reading A Christmas Carol, and it was coincidentally on a very topical page. 

He put it to the side, and draped a blanket over you so that you'd be warm once the fire died out. He lent over and gently kissed you on the forehead, whispering a soft 'Goodnight' as he left you sleeping. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, the roads were fully cleared, and Max no longer had an excuse to stay. He stood outside your door, his bag in one hand as he took it all in for one last time. "It's been lovely spending time with you, Max," you said, trying to hide your sadness. 

"It's been great spending time with you as well, thank you so much for letting me stay," he smiled, gazing at you. 

"You're welcome any time, Max, absolutely any time at all," you told him, fidgeting with the object behind your back. "Erm, Merry Christmas," you stuttered, thrusting it in his direction. With his free hand, he took the thing from you, expecting it.

"I figured if you liked A Christmas Carol, you'll like this," you rambled, trying to gauge a reaction. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, before it broke out into a full grin across his face. "It's a special copy," you told him. 

Flicking it open, he saw all of your annotations, all of your thoughts and feelings, as if he were inside your mind. "Wow, thank you, so much," he smiled, tucking it into his bag. It was something he would treasure forever, and Great Expectations would now be something he always correlated with you. 

"I actually have something for you, but you can't open it until tomorrow, OK?" he said, pulling a small box out of his pocket. 

"Thank you, Max. I won't open it until tomorrow," you promised, dropping the box into your pocket so that you wouldn't get tempted to open it. 

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he said, before throwing caution to the wind and leaning closer to you. He paused for a moment, unsure if doing what he was about to was a good idea or not, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't.

He closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a short, yet sickeningly sweet kiss. It only left the both of you wanting more as he pulled away, the flush on your cheeks no longer being from the cold. "I'll see you later, Y/N," Max said, sitting down into his car. 

"I'll see you later, Max," you smiled, the melancholy instantly melting away like snow on a sunny day when you realised that this wasn't goodbye. Something inside you told you this wasn't goodbye, it simply was, as you had both said, a 'see you later'.

He waved as he drove off, and you stood there for a minute. It took everything you had to not pelt after him as fast as your legs could take you, stop Max's car, and give him everything you had. But, your eyes remained trained on the back of his car, until he was a dot on the horizon no more. 

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There was one present you were itching to open on Christmas day, and it was the first one you looked at as you sat in front of your Christmas tree. Taking the lid off the box your heart stopped. 

Sat there, shining and glinting in the light, was the golden locket you had laid your eyes upon in the antiques store with Max. You ran your fingers over the cold, smooth gold for a moment, before opening it up. 

In the left panel was the one picture you and Max had taken together, in front of your book store, both of you smiling with cold-bitten rosy cheeks. In the right panel, was an engraving. 'Never better than at Christmas'. 

You flicked your eyes over to the copy of A Christmas Carol that you had on the coffee table still, and your heart swelled to at least three times the size. Tucked in the side, was a small piece of paper. All that was on it was a series of numbers, and you could barely refrain from jumping up in the air and giggling like a teenager. 

You put Christmas on hold, as you punched the numbers into your phone, and instantly texted it. 'Hey Max, thank you for my present, it is absolutely beautiful, I adore it. Hope you got to your family's safe, Merry Christmas! x'

'It was the least I could do after you were so kind to me' he instantly messaged back, as if he were waiting for you. "But I didn't make it to my family's'," a voice from behind you said. You whipped your head around, only to see Max stood there. 

For a moment, you just stared at him, thinking he was a figment of your imagination. "The snow got too bad further down," he smiled, opening his arms out to you. You bounded over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you kissed him with every morsel of love you had in your body. 

He held you close as you kissed, and there couldn't have been a more magical moment. As you pulled away, flushed and breathless, Max tucked a lock of loose hair behind your ear. "You OK?" he softly asked, looking deep into your eyes. 

"Never better than at Christmas," you smiled, an he kissed you again, like a man starved of affection. He knew he'd never have to miss someone as much as he'd missed you during the drive away, and he knew this'd be the first of many more Christmases to remember. 

A/N - Merry Christmas my loves! I have some time off, and a few things finished, so that means you guys are actually going to get some content out of me! I am working on requests and part 2s, even though I know I've been saying that for like... 2 months now. I hope you're all having a wonderful day, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, and I love you all!

Lando Christmas Special coming later, Charles Christmas Special coming in the next couple days! 💖💖

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HAPPY PRIDE!!!!🗣️‼️‼️🥳🥳👏👏🪅🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🎉🎊🎁🎊🎈🎉🎊🎁🎊🎉🎂🎉 <33333333

hmm can you draw Beetlejuice and Lydia during that curtain call where they switched outfits (it doesn’t have to be musicaljuice)

Happy Pride to you too! Thank you so much for your ask!

This is very similar to a request I received from @herbie-observation, who’s been waiting very patiently since September 😂

I’ve struggled very hard with musical asks because I’m never quite sure what to do with these two. I know how important they are to so many people, and I worry about doing the justice they deserve.

That being said, it’ll never get easier unless I practice! So after quite a few attempts… here’s the most solid of them.

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Happy pride month 💝💓🎈💐💐🎁🌈🌈🌈🌈