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its-warm-in-here · 4 months

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Teeth

Oh hell, I'm writing again. Let's see if this has legs, maybe I'll write a follow-up.

Alastor x !DeerDemon! Reader

Warnings: imbalance of power, cannibalism

The fact that he’s humming is the opposite of comforting.

Alastor’s room was, even compared to the rest of the hotel, bizarre. The whole foyer resembles a hunting lodge, complete with roaring hearth, mounted antlers and furniture made of bone. Nervous, you shift from hoof to hoof in the entryway, tail straight up and hair on end. If you crossed this precipes, you’d be in the lion's den. No matter how much he resembled other cervid sinners. This demon had killed and devoured countless others, and based on his furnishing, he had a particular fondness for deer. Instead of ending in a wall or window, the back of the room gives way to another realm. Like someone had punched a forest into the inbetween space of the hotel walls. You wonder how far back it went, or if there was even an end.

A staticky wail from the gramophone snapped you back to reality. The sound gave way to easy jazz and Alastor turned the music down a bit, that ever-present smile playing on his wide mouth. “No need to be shy, my deer. This shouldn't take more than a moment.” With a lip worry, you hesitate. Sure you’d said yes to this, but you’d expected a quick bite, just a sample, not whatever this performance was. Was he trying to put you at ease? Because he’s failing spectacularly. “Besides, it's quite rude to linger in doorways. Especially when you’ve already been invited in.”

With one last breath, you step into the room. Its distinctly cooler than the hallway even with the fireplace. It is probably due to having a literal forest embedded into it, but it makes you shiver. Still humming, Alastor loops around, shutting the door behind you and ushering you further into his abode with a hand at your waist. “I just...have never done anything like this before,” you mumble. He seats you at one of the two chairs. You’re pretty sure that the leather is elk hide. You hope it is an elk at least. Elks are assholes.

“Neither have I. Invigorating, isn't it?” Alastor chirps. Once more, he circles around, stripping that ever present, pinstripe coat off and draping it over the opposite seat. It catches you off guard, you’ve never seen him without it. Hell, you doubt that anyone in the whole hotel had ever seen him without it. Though, Alastor is hardly vulnerable. If anything, you’re even more unsettled than before. As if this was a relaxing experience for him. It's just a quick glance, just before he turns to face you, but you swear you spot the tuft of a red tail at the top of his trousers. That makes your stomach twist. Since arriving in the Pride Circle, not once could you have ever considered consuming another conscious being, let alone one that was alive and in the same vein of sinner.

Yet, Alastor seemed to revel in it.

Bouncing your knees, your hooves send a steady tapping rhythm through the room. “I don't know if I'd use those words exactly.”

“No need to be nervous. Im not set to devour you whole,” his hand comes to rest over your clasped fingers. The bouncing halts. “Never in all my time in Hell have I seen a sinner with quite an impressive regenerative ability. A little nip here-” fingers tuck your hair behind your ear, exposing the junction where your neck met your shoulder, “-will heal up in an instant.”

You rub the skin he’s touched, finally meeting those red eyes of his. “There’s a bit of a difference from getting hit by a drunk driver, peeling myself up like road kill and letting an overlord munch on me though.” Alastor’s eyes flash. This activity excited him far more than it should in your humble opinion.

“Well, if its boundaries that worry you, we can always make a deal instead, hm?” he leers, knowing full well that the deal might give some ground rules for whatever this fucked up relationship was, but would give him even more sway over you.

Jerking back, you jab him in the chest, “We’re starting with one bite. Don't push your luck, Alastor.”

He smiles, stands, then shrugs, “Well, let's get started then.”

With a huff, you undo the top few buttons of your dress shirt and half yank off the sleeve, wanting to avoid any unnecessary mess. Cool hands close over your shoulders and the skin to skin contact makes you jump. For someone who hated being touched, Alastor sure loved to make others uncomfortable using his own. There’s a flash of teeth and you feel the fringe of his hair at your cheek, then a moment of hesitation. It's in that you realize he’s smelling you. Anyone else this could be intimate, romantic even, but the underlying motivations are all the wrong kind of carnal. “If we're doing this can we--”

Alastor bites down, sharp teeth cutting deep into the meat of your shoulder. It's a sharp pain and a cry builds in your throat. You press your palms flat to his chest, ready to heave the Radio Demon off with all your strength. There's a swift pull at your flesh. You try to scream, letting the pain out, but Alastor’s hand closes over your mouth, muffling the cry. Scrambling further back in the chair, you try to cover the new wound, but Alastor still has you in a vice grip. His eyes are gently closed as he chews, small noises of pleasure like someone enjoying the first bite of a luxurious meal. God, it makes your stomach turn. The sheer amount of delight he was getting from literally eating you alive.

Still you can't help but wonder... How... do you taste?

The vial thought is pushed to the side the moment Alastor leaned in for seconds. “Whoa, hey!” you shove back, “One bite, we said one!” His teeth are already primed against your shoulder, pricking torn flesh, but he retreats, smug smile spread firmly in place. Best you can, you glance at your shoulder. It's a jagged bite, stretching from the line of your collarbone to the top of your trapezius exposing muscles and tendons. But not deep enough to reach bone. The wide gash is already beginning to knit itself together and the pain is fading with it. Letting out a breath, you fall back in the chair.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Alastor teases, tracing his thumb over the edge of the wound, threatening to jab the digit in. You swat his hand away and shoot a glare up at him. With a huff, you yank the sleeve back up and do your best to ignore the self-satisfied overlord.

“That hurt, you know,” you snap, righting your outfit.

“I barely broke skin!” Alastor insists with a sing-song voice, “And I doubt my nibble was much worse than that oncoming truck.” His tongue traces the line of his teeth. “That was quite a toothsome treat, my deer. Maybe next time we could make a full meal of it.”

“Next time...” your mind wanders to how much that could hurt and if there even should be a next time. The words are under your breath but his ears prick up at the utterance.

“If you’re interested in continuing with this little arrangement, that is,” he interjects.”But what kind of a deal maker would I be if I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain.” Right! The whole reason you’d agreed to this whole verbal agreement in the first place. You hop to your feet, a playful smile spreading over your face. “So what’ll it be? Now, don't expect much from our little understanding, but I'm a man of my word. One simple request that is in my power, is yours.” Alastor gives his microphone/cane a twirl before his gaze narrows, testing you.

Lots of things spring to mind. A bigger room at the hotel. A dance. Something to prank Angel Dust with. All the while you ponder, Alastor stoops, bending at the waist to make sure you knew you were being watched. A mistake on his part. Staring him dead in the face, you match his cheshire cat grin. “That's because I did this as a favor. I don’t need anything.”

“Come now, I’m offering this as a courtesy.”

“Afraid I'd hold something over you, Alastor?” you tease. He’s dangerously close now. Smug. Your lips twitch, but your smile stays glued. The miniscule respect he had in this moment would evaporate the moment it fell. “Well, I suppose there is one tiny thing I do want.”

Your hands dart to the top of his head, and fingers close over his ears. They are stiff but bend with a bit of pressure, and the fur is soft even as it bristles at your touch. For a moment, a breath is held and Alastor does not react, frozen in place. Then the world around shifts. Darkness closes in tight and any breath leaves the room. The gramaphon's soft music swells to an ungodly static. The corners of Alastor’s mouth twitch into an impossibly broad, neon grin, and the air around you buzzes with raw energy. The red of his eyes deepen to pitch black aside from two pinpricks of dial shaped irises. He does not move, but his shadow shifts, reshaping into something awful on the wall behind. In this moment he could snuff out your hellish existence.

Oh, to wield such power.

And you let go. Arms go up in surrender and you retreat a few steps. “And we're even.”

Just like that, the room snaps back. The strange cold ebbs away as pine and fire rush back into your nostrils. Your host relaxes, stepping back towards the exit and leveling a judging eye. It's a quick flourish, and his jacket is back in place. All the walls are back up. Alastor's face turns down just a touch before settling to a sly smirk and then he bends in a half bow. Not low enough to make you feel respected, but enough to put an end to the interaction. Your smile turns to pride as you mime the gesture. “That was surprisingly pleasant, all things considered,” you muse as you strut past him. Alastor may have finally gotten a chunk off you, that’d been something he’d been craving since you’d arrived in this place.

But you’d gotten something no one else ever had and lived.

Before you can step out of the room, Alastor’s hand closes over your forearm and you freeze. Terror courses through your veins. While there was no killing in the hotel, that didn't mean a powerful overlord couldn’t trap you in some pocket-torture dimension for overstepping. “I would suggest keeping this little exchange between us, hmm?” Nails bite into the meat of your arm, almost as sharp as his teeth. That grin is ever present, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. A threat.

You chew the inside of your cheek. Sure Charlie and Vaggie allowed for a few vices in the hotel, but this would probably be at the bottom of their list for team building activities. “Understood,” you say with a curt nod.

Alastor’s fingers drum once and he releases you. “Lovely,” the charismatic note bounces back into his voice, “Now, what do you say to some etouffee? It might be a bit early in the day but after that little appetizer, I’m positively ravenous for something more substantial.” With that, he sweeps past you into the hall.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor x reader #reader is a deer demon #alastor is a cannibal #dont like dont read #this is kinda gross #but so is the radio demon #sorry not sorry #asexual Alastor

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dynjir · 1 year

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Feeling mildly unhinged, potentially bc I'm very sleep deprived, but huh

I think I'm like... going through some transition discomfort rn?

I've been working on moving/furnishing my new place for like 1.5 months now non-stop and it's legit the most fun I've had when it comes to doing anything to my living space. I actually REALLY like how everything is looking so far and even though I am kinda tired of it, I'm really proud of how well things are coming together!

Even if theres still a lot to do, I genuinely love my new space! But I'm also having trouble getting... I guess fully comfortable in it?

I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping and I get restless in here often. Maybe bc this new place has been and continues to be a long-term project for me that won't be truly 'done' for some time?

There's still a lot of stuff I want to add to the place and I can't buy/implement them all immediately. It feels like even though I love it here, it's also kind of a seemingly never-ending work-in-progress of a place, which is a little exhausting tbh.

There's also much less company here than I'm used to, which definitely plays a big factor, I guess

Im finding myself getting overwhelmed pretty easily nowadays. On top of feeling like my living space is a neverending WIP, theres just also a lot that comes with moving, like updating addresses everywhere, rerouting mail, getting used to new road routes, etc

It's a strange, bittersweet feeling I've never felt before. It's new, exciting, and fun, but it's also foreign, uncomfortable, and nerve-wracking, haha...

Oogh getting tired now.

...I wanna snuggle with someone <:'0

#dyntalks #maybe delete later idk

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roadkiii · 1 year

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Entry 1.6.4-4 - The Horse Circle of Hell

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

[youtuber voice] WwwwwwhatIsUpYouGuysWelcomeBackToTimberportTuesday!!!

(sorry) (no im not)

Still no luck in getting a donkey herd to spawn, BUT i did stumble onto a family of inky horses, so that's cool. idk if it's just my shitty laptop (i swear for 1.7 i'm returning to desktop, the random lag spikes are obnoxious i just need to finish unpacking my desk ;; ) but horse AI is fucking weird. the one on the far left with socks decided it wanted to break free from the lead while I wasn't looking and fucking book it for the desert, I have no idea what made it do that. The other horses were pretty chill, kinda difficult to get them into their pens but ????

I want to name all of the horses, but am a bit creatively bankrupt atm. Maybe for 1.7 when I can start fishing for nametags I'll get everyone properly named.

I'm also now going to have to rethink my stables, they're already full. idk why I expected to immediately just find donkeys and not more horses, I don't think I want to tame any others right now, may just have to kill them like i've been killing anything else that spawns. Hunting on limited plains is annoying.

In the meantime, to keep myself from going insane, I've been getting more work done around the village, plus demolishing the old villager housing because it's,,,, ugly

I also made this little market near the main fountain :D I named one shop so far, I think it'd be fun to have named villagers, gives more attachment (and makes raids more stressful when they happen) PLUS i'll actually be notified if one of them dies.

butcher/smoker/cook villager is going to have two stalls and I want to make a main restaurant with my pigs housed there. idk if that'll be this update, i'm just intermittently building or finishing builds like the thing in the distance there

yeah this thing. my thought it to make it a sort of port entry point, but the inside isn't really furnished yet. I want to have a cleric/librarian work there - i realize i'm planning for things like 7 updates from now but hey. i don't want to have to keep tearing things down. I want these original buildings to remain relatively untouched (with the exception of updating available patterns/wood types/signage/lighting)

I also got my beacon functioning (turns out i was missing a couple of corner pieces - oops) and grinded for a while to put together this pick, bow (power IV inf flame), and axe (fortune II eff IV)

I chose speed for my beacon over haste since it's more useful to me - i might build separate beacons for other effects I want later. I have a couple of location ideas.

i guess i'll be spending another week in 1.6, which is unfortunate since there are so many features i'm excited to get to play with (afk fishing) and also future updates (1.9 mending my beloved) but alas here I remain.

I need to finish the cow barn before I show it off so maybe I'll focus on that in between my slaughtering grinds. Plus I have a couple of other builds in mind

next (1.6.4-5)

#1.6.4 pt4

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scarletcreates · 1 year

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Episode 1

ava, madison, millie, claire, callie, sam, nick, ethan, raf

weekly brunch

madison: "im sorry im late. iana posted another vlog and i needed a good laugh

callie: what did she post this time

madison: "outfit ideas when u need to move on from ur cheating bf" he cheated on you 2 years ago how abt actually move on!

all: no way hahahahaha

claire: when will she stop using the cheating bf narrative for clout 😭

millie: what she needs is to get out of outfits and go ride someone. That will help her ACTUALLY move on

all: yeah right

sam: and there's always kpop boys to fangirl on

madison: alright keep it in your pants no one wants to hear your jihoon shit right now

sam: heeeey he can hear u shows pc

madison: stop bringing his photocard everywhere istg im gonna drown him in your coffee!!!

sam: hhhhhhhhhoooo dont listen to her jihoonie i wont let that happen to you

all: hahahahahhaha

madison: UGH

ava: anyway guys do you know if theres an available unit in your bldg?

callie: i can ask the landlord. wait. why. are you and ethan moving in? DID HE FINALLY PROPOSE?

millie: OHMYGOD DID HE?

madison: OMG is it tiffany's? pandora? bulgari? cartier? OH MY GOD SHOW ME THE RING

claire: how did he do it?

sam: when's the wedding date? pls dont let it be mar 25 i have a concert!

ava: i- i said no…

all: WHAT?!

ava: hey

ethan: hi

a: thanks for helping me move in

e: no problem. if u dont need anything else, ill go home

a: ethan… thank you for letting me do this

e: if u think living alone is what u need before saying yes to me… then okay… even tho i really dont understand why

a: im sorry… i dont understand myself either… i know that i love you. i know that i want to marry you. im sure of that. but… i also feel like i need to experience living alone. i need to experience independence before marrying you. i dont know why… i have the urge. i dont even know if ill survive this. what if im wrong. im actually scared. and of the thought i might lose you in the process. what am i doing. please dont go.

e: shhhh… hug hey hey… you wont lose me… ever… this is something u need to do so even though i dont understand it, ill support you

a: thank you… do you want to stay for the night?

e: i want to buuuuuut i wont. you need to learn independence quick so i could marry you

a: haha fine… i love you

e: i love you more kiss forehead alright i need to go i have an early meeting tomorrow

a: okay… call me when ur home

e: of course… enjoy your independence

a: love yaa take care

ava big sigh. but excited face for her independence

callie: nick we're home opened n eating out of a bucket of chicken

nick: heyyyyy… i bought us a bucket for dinner

callie: u really think i believe u didnt order that for urself

n: continued eating chicken u love me anyway

claire: so ava asked me to go to the grocery store with her, u want anything?

cy: oh thanks i'll text u a list

cl: alright i'll just change. i dont need my boobs unsupported when im carrying heavy things

n: so how's ava's studio?

cy: it's nice, furnished so she only needs to bring her clothes.

n: she okay?

cy: ya she's pretty excited about the independence thing

n: right. oh bubu dont forget about my deodorant for the list

cy: done it already

n: oh also that shaving cream youre always buying me, and i ran out of toothpaste at work, oh oh oh my gummy bears also ran out

cy: done done and done already

n: aawwwe u know me the best kiss

cy: ya maybe u could use some independence too.

sent the messagee

cl inside her room: LUBE AND CONDOM? IN YOUR DREAMS GUYS

cy: whaaaat it's for u and ryder when u know he'll decide to actually use his penis

n: can you believe he suits his name so much?

cl: rolls eyes he's not in the mood

cy: nick are guys ever not in the mood?

n: well yeah but 5 minutes tops. u tie ur hair and i'm good to go

cy: see?

cl: ewww the moment u tie ur hair im out of here

cy: but srsly when was the last time he was in the mood

cl: you know… never. ok fine. but he's all i got okay? i want to meet ppl organically and well he's the only non-gay guy at work

cy: are you sure he's not gay?

cl: no…

n: heyyy u thought i was gay when we first met

cy: but then i tied my hair

n: ah yes

cl: ughhh

ma kissing w someone in living room. s suddenly laughing her room

guy: uhm is it okay we're making out in ur living room w ur roommate here?

ma: dont worry bout her she's watching a live w her kpop boys she'll not go out for 3hrs

guy: okay but i think it would be better if continue this in u bedroom

ma: alright but it was pretty exciting here dont you think?

guy: alright continue making out

s suddenly shouted and disturbed them again

s: AHHHHH HE REPLIED TO ME HE REPLIED TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ma: alright sorry lets go to the bedroom

tomorrow morning

s: goooooooood morninggggggggggggggg

ma: grumpy hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

s looked around for the guy

s: i thought u had a date yesterday?

ma: yaaaa.

s: so how was heeee?

ma: he came even before u finish the live what do u think?

s: yikes… this is why kpop boys are better than real men just saying

ma: ur screen doesnt have a dick

s: but i dont need to fake my orgasm

ma: do u even have orgasms?

s: duh

ma: what

s: what

ma: dont tell me….

s: no im kidding. so whats for bfast

ma suspicious face

open door to mn

mn: hi

ma: heyyy

mn: ava wants to borrow this toaster but i need to rush to the lab can u guys bring it to her?

ma: suuure ill visit her later. whats up in ur lab?

mn: a fresh cadaver just became available and i need to slice up some brain for a tumor

ma: and thats it for bfast

s: hey have some bfast first

mn: oh grabs flask pour all coffee grab waffle thanks

s: good luck!

mn: thanks i really need that tumor

mn went out. millie received a text message.

m: he texted me. "had a great time last night. how about dinner tonight?"

s: so u gonna see him again?

m: sure. until i can find someone else to buy me expensive dinners

ava tried cooking meat loaf but it got burned, millie knocked on the door. a panicked a little covered the plate of burned meat loaf opened the window before opening the door.

a: heyyy

ma: heyyy madison wanted me to bring this to you

a: oh thaanks

ma: ohhh ur cooking something?

a: uhm… yes… earlier… but i already ate it. so ya im sorry cant offer it to u anymore

ma: thats ok i had bfast. sooo hows the independent life

a: good good. i cleaned. i cooked. i washed my own clothes. steamed my clothes. went to the grocery store. threw away my garbage. went to the grocery store again.

ma: chores taking all of ur free time?

a: it does… remind me why i wanted this again?

ma: dont worry youll get the hang of it. you just needed a schedule. list down your groceries and the quantity that would last you 2 weeks. ull get used to cooking. ull get used to cooking on the weekend and cooked a lot enough for leftovers for the rest of the week. dont worry youll get the hang of it.

a stomach grumbled. ma looked at a. a revealed the burned meat loaf

ma: and youll get use to not burning things

while eating

a: ur the first one of us to live alone. how did u do it

ma: hmmmm i just enjoyed the process. also bringing home a lot of men motivated me

a: alright i get thats to ease ur loneliness but how the hell is that motivating

ma: whaaat im motivated to keep the place clean. im motivated to do my laundry to clean the undies and sheets. im motivated to throw the garbage that contained the used condom

a: wow ur such a strong and independent woman

ma: i know

guy and millie in a restaurant. guy kissing millie's hands.

guy: i really had a great time last night.

millie: awwee of course you do. now, do you want the wagyu steak? i want the wagyu steak.

guy: sure, anything for my baby

millie: awwweee. excuse me waiter! ya, 7 wagyu steaks, fully cooked.

guy: wait 7?

millie: im sorry im really hungry. thats okay right?

guy: oh, yeah sure. make 1 medium

millie: oh right, so 1 medium and 7 fully wagyu steaks.

guy: w-wai…

waiter: do you want some reds with this?

millie: yes! 1 whole bottle please.

waiter: sure. anything else?

guy: uhm, do you take 2 credit cards?

waiter: yes. we do.

guy: oh okay. nervous laugh

millie: so you were saying?

guy: uhm

millie: how last night was so great?

guy: yeahhh

m texted sam.

sam in callie and claire's apartment

sam: "tell the girls tonight's dinner is wagyu steak." huh. type "what do you mean"

door open.

madison: this is the best day! i found a tumor.

ava: should i be worried?

s: no it's her experiment. congrats! millie is bringing over wagyu steak

madison: that's right universe be my bitch

a: so where's claire?

nick: with ryder who wont ride her. ha ha ha

callie: she's on a date with ryder. but she wont be sleeping with him so she should be back by now.

millie in restaurant again. wagyu steak arrived. ate 1 bite then texted sam.

sam received another text: "call me"

s: yow

millie: hey whats up im on a date?

s: you texted me call me

madison: millie wheres my steak i found a tumor!

millie: what? madison found a tumor?

madison: thats right!

m: oh my god. im coming over.

s: wait. no no no. madison doesnt have a tumor. she found a tumor for her experiment.

millie end call

sam: what just happened

madison: leave it. it'll get the steaks here faster

m: guy, im so sorry. madison just received some bad news. i need to go.

guy: no worries. let's just take this out and i'll accompany you.

m: i think she doesnt want to see strangers now

guy: ur right

m: waiter kindly wrap these 7 steaks and bill please.

guy: are you okay?

m: yeah.

waiter arrived with take out and bill

m: alright bye

nick: this is the best wagyu steak ever

ava: cos it's free?

nick: yes!

millie: dont need to fake orgasms on this one

callie: ugh now i know what claire felt this morning

s: please let millie meet more 1 minute guys please please please

claire arrived

nick: how's ryder? rode him yet? sksksksk

madison: it was funny one time

ava: we saved a wagyu for you

claire: thanks guys

callie: sooooo how's the date?

claire: i dont want to talk about it

all: oh okay

group looking at each other

madison: here's a wine sweetie

claire drank and: so he invited me to his home right. And he's giving me the eyes right. So now we're standing in front of his apartment door. He leaned forward and

And??

Hugged me…

Im sorry

No no im not done yet. Then he said "you didnt have to ride home with me but thanks for the ride i owe you one". Turns out he just wanted me to pay for his taxi ride

Nooooooo

Nick: ryder just wanted a ride

sam: im sorry claire

millie: u know what. let's go out this weekend and trick them into buying us wagyu steaks again

claire: ya thanks millie

millie reading guy voice mail.

"hey uhmmmm havent heard from u since the bad news abt ur friend. is she okay? are you okay? call me"

"heyyy how are you? do want to have dinner tonight? i-i'll cook"

"heyy uhmm the bill that night was a little bit high for my budget. is it okay if you pay for the half?"

"was it because i only lasted for 1 minute?………….. nah you said you had a great time. okay. call me."

#idk a series called strong and independrnt women haha

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aprilshowersmayflowerss · 2 years

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day 5 morning.

im trying to get over conversation out of my head so i don’t obsess over it. but its hard because i keep wanting to check your socials and talk to you again but i know - here we go, another couple of days of me having to just relearn my individuality.

i won’t check your instagram until saturday. and even if by saturday you don’t have it reactivated then i won’t ask why. but when you do and you see me again then ill ask why my highlight isn’t up. thats probably how it’ll pan out.

one thing for sure is i won’t be bothering you until you reach out to me again. and i just have to brace myself that it may be a while.

but thats okay, i have a lot of things i need to do. like furnish my new place, i have a haircut planned, nails to get done, going to the gym, a book to read. ill keep busy and excited about my life - so that i can remember that you are not all of it. that i just want you, i don’t need you.

we are two separate cakes, i just liked how you were the icing to mine.

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daydreamindollie · 2 years

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the prince with the ugly heart ⏤15 mini teaser

a/n: hello dolls! it's been a long long time huh? i'm really sorry! a lot of things happened and before i knew it, i was on an extended hiatus for this series. i promise that chapter 15 is currently in the works and so are the final chapters that will follow it, i don't know how many chapters are yet to come as it's still undecided but we will see. for now, im releasing a small sneak peak of what's to come - again, i'm so so sorry for the long wait i put you through but i'll be making a small comeback before my summer exams! (i suppose i got a little emotional and disappointed with myself but passionate again when i started re-reading all the comments of support and love from you dolls that i finally found it in me to pull up my chapter 15 plans and started writing)

nevertheless, enjoy the read, i'll see you lovelies soon x

A tender caress; a familiar scent; a sweet warmth and a weighted comfort. It isn’t the golden embellishments, meticulously polished surfaces or the opulent furnishings that made you feel lavish; all the riches in the world could never measure up to the precious feeling it brought you to wake up in the arms of your love.

Bathing peacefully beneath the warm touch of golden sunbeams, the king slumbers on before you. He is reduced to a vulnerable, soft cub, coddled by your embrace and layers of cotton sheets. There isn’t a singular line of burden to trace along his brows nor is there evident anxiety tensing up his muscular and naked shoulders. It’s an image you will treasure for the rest of your years. Rather than the oppressing responsibilities weighing on his back and taxing his health, you wish that he forever slumbers in serenity.

And yet… selfish greed swells from a bottomless pit of ravenous emotions housed deep in your heart. Unsatisfied and aggravated, clawing out for a modicum relief.

‘Wake up,’ the cavernous depths of your mind beg greedily, ‘look at me,’ you crave being ensnared by his beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that hold the comfort of the world to you, eyes that have the ability to strike a thrilling excitement but also affectionate ease deep in your heart. You almost claw at his bare and chiselled chest from the crippling desperation of your want- your need to drown in his amorous gaze.

As if hearing your silent plea, it isn’t long before you’re greeted by the sweet, chocolate pools you adore so much. The instant they connect with your loving stare and register the velvet threading of your dexterous fingers through his unkempt mop of hair, they scrunch up into an adorable smile.

“Good morning,” you whisper with all the love you could muster and kiss his slightly chapped lips. Still sluggish with sleep, his doe eyes disappear once more with an endearing scrunch before he dives to bury his face into your collarbone, eliciting a giggle from your plush lips.

“Mmmm~” he moans roughly into your exposed skin, “I love that sound…” he cushions the sentiment into the delicate space between your collarbones before placing a tender kiss on your sweet skin as if to seal the loving words into your softness.

“What sound?” does he mean your voice?

“You’re cute giggles,” the statement makes him giggle with you once more, both of your hearts sprouting wings of flight and making your chest weightless, “I love waking up to you,” he whispers, somewhat, defiantly.

“Jungkook…” you warn gently but with a hint of humour; you share the feeling but the rule was to not sleep in the same room until you were finally married, all in a pointless effort to prevent rumours amongst the serving royal staff.

“They can’t keep me away,” he continues to pepper kisses up and down the sensitive column of your neck, sometimes daring to dive lower and lower until his lips brush the forbidden line tracing the plush cushiness of your chest, modestly clothed by the trimmings of your flowy nightgown, “never…not from you,” staring down at him with your skin ablaze at the erotic snarl in his words, your eyes widen at the heated gaze he’s already trapping you under, his strong hands on your waist pulling you into his figure and locking you there as he continues to eat you up. If it wasn’t with his eyes, it would be with his abundance of kisses, like a hard candy melting into your tongue, Jungkook wants to melt and consume you with his lips, “I Am The King!” his hold on you begins to shake and his strong figure crumbles, “And yet! They demand I stay away when I can finally have you all to myself and away from all those devious lessons and evil paperwork,”

“There there~…” you coo softly, assuring him the way you would your little brother, “you know it’s only a precaution,” he grumbles childishly at your statement, burying his face into your neck once more, as if shielding himself from the reality he doesn’t want to face, “and besides…” he looks up and you both grin cheekily, “no one’s said anything about you sneaking into my bed to sleep so far,”

“The staff already adore you,” Jungkook muses, “I knew you’d make a brilliant queen,”

“I’m not a queen yet,”

“But you will undoubtedly be a phenomenal one, and you'll be all mine,” Jungkook moves up and tucks your face into his firm chest, one arm circling your shoulder to press you close as his other hand gently holds the back of your head, it’s an intimate cradle that has you sighing in content, “not two months into your general studies and you’ve learned all the basics already, that's such fast progress,” your heart sings at the praise and you have to bite your lip to humble your beaming smile. It doesn’t work half as effectively as when you resort to pressing your face into Jungkook’s chest, “you’re so smart, you're so amazing...you're so perfect,”

There’s nothing for you to say; you know Jungkook knows how grateful you are for him and words aren’t enough to express it. Instead, you lean up and initiate a kiss, opaque with love and fathomless with gratitude. To think you were so blessed after having experienced paralysing tragedies so early on in your life.

You are grateful to Jungkook for many things but the most you are grateful for is his unconditional love.

a/n : just thought you could use the fluff bc becoming queen isn't going to be all smooth sailing, i'm afraid

quick note; i'll be deleting this as soon as i've finished writing chapter 15 and will be able to post it

#jungkook x reader #pwtuh teaser

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eunkimmie · 4 years

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good morning call — one

[ bakugou katsuki x reader, chapter one ]

this is going to be a longer series that i posted on my quotev so initially i didn't want to post it on tumblr, buuuut i think it’ll be okay. ! based on primarily the Netflix Original series Good Morning Call. side note, im totally gonna end up writing separate endings for other boys because Daichi is too sweet.

summary: you were eager to start your new life in your brand new apartment, but those dreams were kind of crushed when the cold heartthrob from your high school shows up and claims its his apartment, too. no quirk / modern AU

warnings: she/her pronouns, a little bit cliche

word count: 1.6k+

. . .

(Name) held up the small key attached to the ring, a dainty bee charm dangling next to it. She couldn't help but smile, excited to start the next chapter of her life. With a small skip in her step, she walked to school alongside her friends. Mina Ashido, and Kaminari Denki. The two were lively, and the trio were rarely caught apart from one another at school. Mina was outspoken, and extroverted. She worked well to balance out (Name's) more mellow and soft nature. While Kaminari was lighthearted and fun, and wouldn't hesitate to make a fool of himself to make the other two girls laugh.

"Aaah! He's here!" Mina squealed, rushing her friends over to the side. (Name) cocked her head a bit, confused. It was only when the girls' of her school turned their heads in sync. Walking down the hall was a blank-face second year, and he seemed almost oblivious to the girls who started screaming excitedly at the sight of him. "Bakugou Katsuki! He's so cool. Rumor has it he's a bad boy, too! Be still my beating heart!" (Name) pursed her lips at the sight of the boy blatantly rejecting a first-year's invitation to a Christmas party. She watched the scene unravel, three girls approaching the girl, all undeniably beautiful. They were known for their various traits, their leader being the golden-girl, with her proper manners and high grades. Intelli Saiko, a demanding girl with white hair. She always stood in the middle, which only asserted her dominance. The next, known for her bad-girl edgy type persona, Utsushimi Camie. Perhaps her skirt was pulled up a bit higher than the others, and maybe her shirt was unbuttoned a bit lower than everyone else's. Boys were easily drawn to her. The last was Himiko Toga, a cute girl who always seemed to have a smile on her face. Regardless, there seemed to be something more sinister lurking behind her bright and bubbly exterior. (Name) could only sigh. How sad it was to be mesmerized by someone so cold.

"M-Mom!" (Name) stuttered, rapidly trying to wash her hands and talk to her mother on the phone at the same time. "Hold on, please!" With that, she ran up to the roof as her mom scolded her playfully to hurry. The sun made her squint as she stepped outside, the scenery bringing a smile to her face.

"Make sure to take care of yourself, and if you need anything, call us!"her mother exclaimed cheerfully from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, of course. Okay, I have to go, see you!" With that, she hung up and sighed. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, (Name) stuffed her phone back into the pocket of her blazer. Today was going to be a busy day, but the thought of furnishing her new apartment made her giddy.

"Hey."

(Name) squeaked, turning around hastily. "You scared me!" The face was unmistakable—the way his eyes seemed to narrow when he stared at girls, and how his lips parted slightly in irritation. Bakugou Katsuki. (Name) gulped, instinctively tensing her shoulders as he approached.

"You're the one who wanted to talk to me? You're awful plain looking to be threatening me like this." He held his phone out to her, (Name's) brow furrowed in confusion. Reading over the note made her gasp. "If you don't meet me on the roof at lunchtime, I will...Oh!"

Bakugou seemed confused. "You're surprised even though you wrote it? How stupid." (Name's) lips parted in mild shock. Who was this guy to be calling her stupid? "I didn't write that mail." Bakugou stared down at her, hands in his pockets. He turned to leave without another word. "Hey! You made a mistake, you don't get to be sour!" (Name) called out, arms folded over her chest. She continued, looking down in hesitation before continuing. "And...You should be nicer to girls. You can't be mean to them just because they admire you. What if they jumped for real?"

"...Leave me alone."

"What?! I'm just trying to be helpful!" Bakugou seemed to scoff at that, pitying her with only a sideways glance. His face made her want to scream. "Your zipper is undone...Just trying to be helpful." he mocked before leaving through the doors. (Name) looked down to see that her skirt zipper was indeed undone, and the blush that rose to her cheeks was burning hot. What a smug bastard...Who could be that cold to anyone?! (Name) was effectively frustrated as she clenched her fists and groaned.

"That guy...He's the worst!!"

. . .

"So, (Name), are you excited to live on your own? I'm a bit scared for you," Kaminari noted, glancing down at his friend. She only smiled back up at him and waved off the concern. "No, I'll be okay! I'm really excited, actually." Mina smiled at her friend's own glee, and the three seemed to be in high spirits. Kaminari sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Still, it's a bit scary for a girl to live on her own...You know, if you ever get scared and need someone to hold, I'm always available." Kaminari's attempt to flirt was shot down by (Name's) oblivious smile.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay! Oh, look who it is!" (Name) chirped. "Eijirou! Hello!" Kaminari sighed at (Name's) diverted attention, and Mina could only console him with a pitiful pat on the shoulder.

Kirishima Eijirou, (Name's) kind childhood friend and third year who always spared time to offer (Name) a word of advice, or even just a smile. He waved back at her, stepping through the fence of the sports field to go talk. "(Name)! Nice to see you passing by. Are you off to your new apartment?"

"I am! And you're free to visit any time," she hummed. Kirishima stepped forward, chuckling and placing a gentle hand on (Name's) head. "You live alone now, you shouldn't invite guys over to your place so care-free, okay?"

(Name) blushed, giggling at his antics. The two had known each other for so long, that Kirishima was like a brother-figure to (Name). "I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself!" Kirishima could only smile fondly at the other, ruffling her hair before glancing back at the football team. (Name) got the hint moving forward to hug Kirishima. "I'll let you go now! I'll see you later, Eijirou!" The red-headed boy flushed, laughing nervously and scratching his cheek. Sometimes he still found himself caught off guard by how openly touchy (Name) was, even if he should've come to accept it by now. "Have fun unpacking, and text me as soon as you're done!"

"Of course! Bye-bye, Eiji!"

. . .

(Name's) day of relaxation was quickly taken over by box, after box, after box. She knew that the trouble of moving would be all worth it once everything was in its' proper place, but for now, she sighed. It all just seemed too overwhelming at the time.

"Awe, cheer up, (Name). This place is huge, and for only 80,000 yen a month? I'm jealous," Mina groaned, leaning back on (Name's) bed. The three were sat in the floor, using a box as a makeshift table for their snacks. After they helped (Name) move all of the boxes in, they decided to take a break. Luckily, Kaminari had been kind enough to bring a bag of treats.

"I wouldn't say jealousy...I mean, ever wonder why the place is so cheap? Maybe it's...y'know..." Kaminari muttered, pressing a curious finger to his lip. Mina gaped, smacking the boy lightly on his shoulder. "Don't say that, Denki you dunce! You'll make (Name) scared!" The girl at question gulped, looking around cautiously. The three were silent, (Name) feeling more nervous than ever. A crash sounded from outside, the high pitched noise causing (Name) to squeal and throw herself forward into Kaminari's arms. "Noo!" she screamed, covering her face. The blonde boy reddened, instinctively wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. "You guys can't leave! My apartment is haunted!"

"See what you did!" Mina scolded, pulling (Name) away from Kaminari. "I'm sorry, (Name), but we have to get going...We don't have an apartment to ourselves, and our parents need us home. But rest assured! There are no ghosts in your place, it was just Denki trying to scare you." Mina cooed at the other, patting her hair supportively. (Name) whimpered, but complied and showed them to the door. Standing at the doorframe, (Name) looked up at Kaminari with doe eyes. "Denki? Do you promise my place isn't haunted?"

"I promise, (Name)," he laughed, sticking his pinky out and interlocking it with hers. "Pinky promise." Hesitantly, (Name) nodded and said goodbye to her friends.

. . .

(Name) sighed, looking pathetically down at the cup of flavoring salt she placed by her door. Surely that wasn't enough to keep the demons out, but it granted her at least some peace of mind. Still, she was jumpy, and the sound of movements and suspicious thuds coming from the outside made her feel on edge. Maybe it was a bit embarrassing to be as jumpy as she was, even moreso considering she jumped by her phone sounding off, but her friends made her think of the worst. (Name) yelped, the sound coming from outside resembling too much like a sharp knock on the door for her comfort. Escaping into her room, her hands shakily gripped a racket. Gulping, (Name) approached the door, hiding behind a wall. As the door opened, her heart dropped.

Footsteps sounded through the entryway of her apartment before nearing. (Name) squeezed her eyes shut, immediately smacking the intruder with her weapon. "Robber! Criminal!" Her attack method wasn't the most elegant, hands moving wherever they could without a hint of precision.

"What the fuck—?!" (Name) peeked her eyes open, dropping the racket upon seeing who stood in front of her.

"Y-You...?"

Bakugou Katsuki was in her apartment.

#writing #series #good morning call #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Bakugou katsuki #Bakugou x reader #Katsuki x reader #and if you squint:#kaminari x reader #and #Kirishima x reader

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enchanted-prose · 4 years

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#14 She Holds the Key in Her Hand

my beta loved this chapter :,)

Word count: 5,218

Characters: Tobias, Imogen, Princess Amarinda, Mott, Renlyn (Original character), Feall (Original character), Jolly (Original character), Roden, Jaron

Notes: edited. im excited to see reactions.

Enjoy!

The atrium was large enough for a group of people, but small enough not to feel empty. Shelves lined the round walls, and the ceiling was made entirely out of glass. Plants, books, and small collected trinkets rested in odd places. Couches and padded chairs of all designs had been placed strategically around the massive fireplace. A massive rug kept the chairs a safe distance from the fire, which illuminated a series of paintings.

It was a treasure among the castle’s numerous libraries.

Renlyn had been responsible for most of the furnishings. She'd managed to turn a stern room into one of the most favorite places in the castle for Jaron’s inner circle.

"That's nice," Tobias said, gesturing to the book covers Amarinda, Imogen, and Renlyn were embroidering.

Imogen’s creampuff of a kitten opened a single green eye, stared at Tobias, and settled back against Imogen’s arm.

"Thank you, I suppose, but my embroidery has always been severely lacking," Amarinda teased, holding up her mediocre book cover. "I refuse to give up."

"I think you've improved," muttered Renlyn.

Amarinda feigned offense as everyone in the room began nodding.

Tobias kept his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out of the tower window. He kept hearing pieces of Amarinda’s conversation, but couldn’t contribute.

It was an unspoken pact that each time there was a regents’ meeting, Amarinda and Imogen would gather all information possible, and discuss it with each other while they tended to their needlework. Renlyn had been invited, but no husbands were allowed to participate.

Eventually, Tobias earned the right to be in the same room during a needlepoint session, and did his best not to encroach on the discussions.

"Very true, I still remember some of your earliest designs," Imogen yawned.

"Play fair, I was a child at one point."

"As were we all,” Imogen mused. “Except Renlyn, I suppose"

“I emerged from the womb fully grown, it’s true.”

Amarinda snorted, and pulled her needle free from its thread. She frowned. “I do wish I’d stop doing that.”

“Perhaps you should consider a longer tail?” Renlyn gestured to the long thread dangling from her own needle.

“Be careful with a longer tail, it sometimes causes the string to knot,” added Imogen.

Tobias, who didn’t know much about the art of embroidery, turned to one of the shelves. His practice fippler stared at him from its dusty pedestal.

Several weeks ago, Jolly had made his home in one of the many rooms in the castle, and offered to teach Tobias the fippler.

However, Tobias was a natural disaster when it came to certain instruments, and he made no point in practicing after Jolly left to perform for a Lord’s daughter’s wedding in the northwest corner of Carthya. The fippler knew Tobias’s sin.

He picked it up, and wriggled some of the pieces. Tobias blew a series of extremely off key notes through the mouthpiece. Imogen’s cat hissed and ran beneath her skirts.

The cringe he wore rivaled the crown of garbage that adorned some of the Vault entrances.

In practicing the fippler, Tobias failed to notice how close Amarinda, Renlyn, and Imogen had gotten. The veil and circlet Renlyn wore over her hair hid both Renlyn’s and Imogen’s faces. Amarinda drew her head back from the secret conversation, a smile on her face.

Don’t eavesdrop, don’t eavesdrop, don’t eavesdrop.

Ah! He could quietly play the fippler and look at all of the trinkets on the shelves. Many of them weren’t Carthyan, and even more of them had been made by Jaron, Imogen, and Fink.

The most beautiful image was a bird made from the outline of a hand, the thumb outline served as a head, and the other four outlined fingers served as colorful feathers. Jaron’s signature took up the entire bottom portion of the image.

Tobias flinched as a loud, pitchy squeal escaped from the fippler.

All members of the embroidery trio looked at him. His ears burned.

Jolly was going to kill him for abusing the instrument.

Unable to continue mistreating the fippler, for both his sanity, the women’s sanity, and the fippler’s sanity, Tobias set the instrument down on another shelf. He’d have to pick up practicing later.

Tobias took a step onto the rug and turned around himself. Shelves of books, bottled flowers, angry wooden knights Roden and Jaron used to throw at each other; the atrium was filled with hints of his friends.

Without the fippler, Tobias wasn’t distracted from Amarinda’s conversation.

He couldn’t stop himself from catching strings of phrases.

Certain words stuck out; words like “Blackberry Night”, and “Mandatory”.

Don’t intrude, Tobias, don’t intrude. They invited him to be in the same room because he didn’t feel the need to stick his nose into their business.

“- it wouldn’t be difficult,” Renlyn chuckled. “The decorations can be reused.”

Amarinda hummed, “But do they match our preferred color palette?”

“Do the colors even need to match the color palette?” Imogen asked.

Don’t intrude, don’t intrude.

Both Renlyn and Amarinda gasped, and then shushed each other.

All three of them were plotting. Tobias peered over his shoulder, only to make eye contact with Amarinda. He flung his gaze back to the window and prayed his flushed face would soon return to normal.

“Tobias?” Amarinda wore a charming smile. “Do you want to join our circle?”

“I thought I’d never get an invit-! Yes, I would love to join your circle, I appreciate your offer,” he said, bowing his head ever so slightly.

“I brought up Jaron’s stance on Blackberry Night,” Imogen explained. She and Renlyn inched away from Amarinda. “We decided we’ll take care of the party ourselves.”

“Thank you,” Tobias said as he sat down by Amarinda, grateful for the space Renlyn and Imogen had made for him. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He recognized the proud look on Renlyn’s face. It was the look of a woman who knew how much power she had. The corner of her mouth turned up, the closest to a smile Tobias had ever seen from her. “Not exactly. I’ll be providing decorations for the castle. We’ve decided that we’ll require a series of colors for everyone to wear; the decision to host Blackberry Night has been a little short notice, and a lot of nobles wouldn’t be able to find something new to wear in time.”

“Ah, I see. I suppose I can help get the word out.”

Amarinda nodded, “I’ve agreed to help set up the decorations.”

“Our goal is to set up as much as we can before Jaron notices,” Imogen explained. “He puts a lot on his shoulders, and it’s only fair that we help him.”

“And I’m the one paying for Blackberry Night, not the crown, so our lovely king and queen don’t need to worry about the cost,” Renlyn sat a little straighter.

Sometimes Tobias forgot just how much wealth the Karises had. Renlyn didn’t enjoy discussing her assets outside of a business transaction.

“How long will it take you to get the decorations here?” Amarinda asked, setting her embroider on her lap.

Renlyn smirked, “Not very long at all, I have a residence not far from here, and I can always rent.”

Tobias tilted his head, “What exactly do you want to see done?”

“Trellises, blackberries hanging from the ceiling. I’d very much like Blackberry Night to look like a dream.”

“A dream? Amarinda is an expert when it comes to creating an atmosphere, you won’t be disappointed, Lady Ren.”

“Oh, I know, and if I am, I’ll redo everything by myself.”

She continued to explain that she wanted the magic of the party to stretch out as far as it could. Those who weren’t nobility would have their own rustic celebrations, and Renlyn wanted to be able to experience that same concept without having to take a tumble through leech filled mud. An army of farmers were awaiting her call to bring harvested berries and branches to the castle.

The entire castle was to be decorated, and it needed to be at least halfway done before Jaron returned from checking in on Feall.

Something was nagging at the back of Tobias’s mind.

Something important.

“Renlyn, how can you even afford this?” He asked, racking his brain for everything he knew about the Karises.

It wasn’t much.

She waved her hand, “I know how to make a profit.”

A profit. Tobias wrinkled his nose, there had to be more to it than that.

He wondered if the current unrest following the name Mireldis Thay had anything to do with Lady Renlyn Karise.

No amount of courage could motivate Tobias to blurt that out to the world.

“So it’s settled, we’re setting up as much as we can over the next two hours?” Imogen asked, a devilish glint sparkling in her tea-colored eyes.

“Oh, absolutely,” Renlyn winked. “Call in the page outside, I’ll send word to my staff. They’ll be excited to get involved.”

“I do have to recommend that we bring in fake pools. Queen Danika did that for her daughter’s birthday, and they were quite popular,” said Amarinda as she reached for Tobias’s hand.

“That-, that really would add a little extra something to Blackberry Night.”

Tobias grinned as he pictured Renlyn’s splendid plan for Blackberry Night. He’d always avoided participating in Blackberry Night while he was younger; many people used Blackberry Night to drink barrels and barrels of bees wine and lead wild hunts for fairies. It was a fool’s holiday, but a welcome one.

A tradition among young couples was to take a bouquet of flowers, wrap them together, and write a secret wish to tie to the wrapping. You’d take the bouquet and your secret wish with you to one of the many dances, find your partner, and hold onto the bouquet as you danced to light jigs and reels. The longer you held onto your bouquet, the more likely your wish would come true.

When the church bells rung at midnight, you and your partner would rush to the Roving River, and throw your bouquet into the water.

It was your choice whether or not you’d tell your wish to your partner.

Although in certain cases, certain wishes could be fulfilled during the remainder of Blackberry Night. Typically, these wishes led to rushed weddings and a series of babies born in the spring.

“Excited for Blackberry Night, love?” Amarinda asked, reaching over to brush her fingers over Tobias’s curls.

“We’ll see, I might have to tend to the drunken nobles who’ll try to punch their way through stained glass,” Tobias snickered. He looked back at Amarinda, studying her every feature. “Although. . . I do know of a few favors I can call in if needed.”

“I’d like that; I’d hate to be stuck with Roden as a dance partner again.”

“Why? Does he step on your toes?”

She laughed, “He’s a skilled dancer, surprisingly enough, but he’s not my husband.”

Tobias reached for Amarinda’s hand, and kissed her fingers, “I’ll pull strings, you’ll have a dance partner for Blackberry Night.”

“Then I’ll find a bouquet of flowers to throw.”

“Does that mean you’re writing the wish this year?”

“Absolutely,” Amarinda smiled. “And I won’t tell you what it is.”

“Are you sure?” Tobias stuck his bottom lip out as far as he could.

“You won’t get a single word out of me.”

The bounce of her red-brown curls captured all of Tobias’s attention as she threw back her head to laugh. Amarinda was a creature of grace and poise, and Tobias couldn’t stand the thought of his life without her.

Somebody was calling his name- probably Renlyn.

He didn’t care.

He could spend an eternity watching every flick of Amarinda’s hands.

The conversation continued without him.

“Right, as I was saying,” Renlyn wrinkled her nose. “My workers will be here within the hour. Amarinda, you’re welcome to include Tobias in decorating the main hall. Imogen, I take it you can handle the cooks?”

Imogen nodded, “They’ll be more than happy to spite Jaron in a way that won’t get them into serious trouble.”

“I suppose that’s good.”

“To clarify, we’ve decided on creams, pinks, and golds for the dress code?” Amarinda asked, excitement sparkling through her hands.

Tobias could sense the energy she carried.

He waited for Renlyn’s confirmation, and shared a smile with Amarinda. A ball was much needed at Drylliad. They’d be able to dance around the floor and forget the Faola, Mireldis Thay, and Oberson’s meddling hands for a few hours.

They’d be able to throw a bouquet and a secret wish into the Roving River and hope it comes true.

There were a handful of wishes always lingering in the back of Tobias’s mind, but he knew eventually their time would come.

It was a matter of being patient.

“Do you, ah,” Amarinda’s voice dropped. “Want to find a nice corner with me?”

“A nice corner? We’re in a nice- oh! That kind of corner!” Tobias chuckled, his ears burning as he realized what Amarinda was hinting at.

“I take that as a yes?”

“It better not be a corner where I can see you,” Renlyn gagged. “So childish.”

Renlyn’s obvious discomfort at the possibility of catching Tobias and Amarinda tenderly wrapped in an embrace drew a series of giggles from Imogen. She smiled, “It’s only childish if you get caught. I strictly remember seeing you with-“

“That’s not important!”

“Does Renlyn have a secret admirer?” Amarinda widened her eyes, plastering a mask of utter shock on her features.

“I most certainly do not! I have better things to do with my time!”

“Kissing is a good thing to do when you have the time,” Tobias teased. “Especially when you have the right partner, speaking of which. . .”

Renlyn jumped to her feet, “Don’t! No, no, no! I don’t want to see that!”

Tobias pressed a kiss to Amarinda’s nose, “See this?”

“No, I think she means this,” Amarinda explained, leaning in to kiss Tobias’s smile.

The cry of frustration Renlyn made only made Imogen laugh harder, which made Amarinda laugh, and then lead to Tobias’s burst of laughter too. Renlyn stood up, embroidery in hand, and bowed.

“I’ll be meeting with my staff, send a page if you have any questions,” she spat. “And if I find out the decorations aren’t taken care of because the two of you are off in a corner unable to keep your hands to yourselves, I’ll-”

“It’s alright, Ren, we’re just teasing you,” Amarinda’s laughter was contagious, her smile lit up the room.

“Whatever, I’m trusting you to stick to your duties.”

“And I promise neither Tobias nor I will disappoint.”

“Is this the conclusion to Drylliad’s first party planning committee meeting?” Imogen asked, laughter twinkling in her eyes.

“Consider this meeting adjourned, we’ll return to further discuss our plans in a few hours’ time,” Renlyn bowed her head, clasped her hands behind her back, and left the atrium

“Party planning committee?” Tobias couldn’t contain his laughter.

Imogen shrugged, “We needed an official name, ‘Sisters of the Book Embroidery Circle and Tobias’ doesn’t really work.”

“Does this mean we’re going to go behind Jaron’s back when he says he’ll think about throwing parties?” Amarinda wrinkled her nose. “I’m in, especially if party funds come from our purses rather than Carthya’s.”

Amarinda was proving her promise to Renlyn only half an hour later; after she and Tobias had finished in their private corner of course.

Tobias had witnessed battle firsthand, he’d been subject to various types of terrors, and he’d seen many a grisly sight while working with the royal physician.

His precious wife had the strength of a military commander when it came to planning a party.

Her troops were the artisans and servants standing at her feet. Half of them held themselves like cornered mice, and the other half gawked at Amarinda. Her ability to capture any crowd’s attention was a talent not many people had.

“My lady, traditionally, Blackberry Night is much less detailed,” explained a larger gentleman.

Tobias wasn’t exactly sure what position the large gentleman held.

“No, no,” Amarinda shook her head. “I don’t think you understand, it’s vital that we stick to pinks, golds, and creams. This should be treated like a gala, not a barn dance.”

He wasn’t quite sure what to add, Amarinda was handling the situation on her own. He’d rather remain silent than hold her back.

So he watched his wife command her troops.

Amarinda motioned for several servants carrying baskets of brambles to stand before her. She instructed them to put the brambles around the base of every column in the great hall. With that taken care of, Amarinda began instructing the next group.

Watching her was fascinating. Tobias continued to stand behind her, watching as the great hall slowly began its transformation.

When he was younger, his grandmother brought him wondrous books of fairies and knights. Tobias could remember that one of the books was painted, and bore pictures of a magnificent fairy kingdom.

By the time Renlyn, Amarinda, and Imogen were done with the castle, Tobias was certain he’d see that fairy kingdom in person.

“Do you think Renlyn will take care of the lights? She didn’t give me specific instructions, and I’d hate to mess up her grand vision,” Amarinda said, reaching back for Tobias’s hand.

“I think it’s alright,” he shrugged. “She trusts you enough to do this.”

Was it wrong that Tobias was slightly shocked that Renlyn was even allowing Amarinda, Imogen, and himself to help with her plans?

He’d grown to be on better terms with her, but Tobias knew how important order was to Lady Renlyn Karise. Trusting others to maintain that order wasn’t always an easy choice.

Tobias would know. He’d rather do things on his own than trust the other physician’s apprentices to do the same task.

The front doors burst open, and a trio of men stumbled in.

Odd, Roden and his friends rarely slurred around drunk during the day. Was that Mott with them?

Tobias rolled his eyes, returning his attention to Amarinda and the task at hand. It wasn’t his responsibility to limp Roden and whoever else up to their rooms. They were grown men, and Tobias didn’t want to play nursemaid any longer.

“By the Saints-,” Amarinda gasped, shooing the servants away. “Tobias, Tobias! Look!”

“It’s only Roden, I think he managed to drag Mott to a tavern this time,” he waved his hand.

Amarinda’s voice went small, “That’s Jaron, Tobias, not Roden.”

It clicked into place, almost. The realization wasn’t quite there, similar to the way not every toy’s pieces fit together when assembled by a child.

Roden was shoving his way through the small crowd that had gathered around Mott, and was pushing them back as Harlowe ducked under Jaron’s arm. Feall had his arm wrapped around his torso, supported by Mott.

Vomit stained Jaron’s trousers.

His skin was paler than the freshly washed sheets out in the courtyard.

Tobias recognized the lines of pain on Jaron’s face. The creases in between his brows grew deeper as Jaron fought off tears. Jaron didn’t have any outer injuries.

This was much worse.

“Get him upstairs!” Tobias barked, his voice not his own. “Mott, tell me what happened, spare me no details.”

“Faola attack,” Mott grunted, and transferred half of Feall’s weight to Roden’s outstretched arms. “He was asking for Feall, Jaron attacked, the Faola got a kick at Jaron’s right leg and sent him straight down. Commander Regar managed to hold the Faola off long enough to escape, but Feall is sporting an-”

“Take care of the king!” Feall growled. “I was foolish to trust you Carthyans with this matter, and now Regar is dead!”

Roden was practically carrying Feall, “Did you see Regar fall?”

Mott shook his head, “Regar is in danger, Roden, I can handle carrying Feall up to the physician’s chambers, but you need to save Regar. Check by the Vaults, lower Drylliad.”

“Don’t let either of them die, Tobias,” Roden grunted. “I’ll be back.”

Faces of shock passed. Tobias ordered the physician’s apprentices out of the chamber, and instantly began shuffling through herbs and poultices. Imogen soon joined him, and began grinding various herbs into powder.

She was pouring the mixture down Jaron’s throat within seconds.

Tobias began patting down Jaron’s ankle, checking for broken bones. He couldn’t see any evidence of breakage, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any damage.

“Imogen?” Tobias asked, gesturing to Jaron’s thigh. “Any breaks?”

She shook her head, “None that I can feel. Hand me a knife, I can cut through the trouser leg.”

“You’re being awfully calm.”

“My anger is balancing my hysteria, Tobias. I promise you’ll see my temper very soon.”

Her threat carried too much weight.

Her tea-colored eyes so full of kindness turned to stone all too easily.

“Come- come here,” Jaron murmured, sweat trailing down his temples. “Imogen-.”

“Keep quiet, I promise I’ll listen,” Imogen swore, she quietly gestured to the shears on Tobias’s worktable.

Shears in hand, Tobias began cutting away Jaron’s trouser leg, tossing aside the vomit covered fabric each time he finished with it.

“I know- I know who- ah!”

“Sorry, found the bruise,” Tobias choked, gesturing to the foot sized shadow on Jaron’s thigh.

He’d never heard Imogen swear that profusely before.

“The Faola did this to you?” Imogen murmured, her hands balling into fists.

“I suppose he didn’t like my sense of-,” Jaron coughed. “My sense of humor. But that’s not what I need to-”

Tobias frowned at Jaron’s bruise, “He needs to stop talking.”

“I think I know who Mireldis Thay is!”

“Imogen, he’s getting delirious-”

“Let me speak To- ow!” Jaron flung his head back against his pillow. “Curse this-!”

Jaron’s forehead was slightly warmer than usual, but not dangerously hot. His ramblings cut through the chamber as Tobias left Imogen at Jaron’s bedside, and returned with a damp cloth for Jaron’s forehead.

He once again swore that he knew who Mireldis Thay was.

“Where’s Ren?” rasped Jaron.

“She’s busy,” Tobias said. “And you need to rest. Your leg is bruised, but not broken. You’re to lay low for the next few days.”

“There’s too much to do!”

“You’ll have to trust us to take care of it then. We’ll put on Blackberry Night in your absence.”

“Tobias!”

“Imogen’s in on it too!”

That earned him a pair of angry glares. Imogen frowned, and dabbed at Jaron’s forehead, “You need to lay back, Jaron. Can you do that for me?”

The fire in Jaron’s eyes was clouded with pain, even Tobias could see that. He grumbled a complaint, but finally settled back into the pillows.

Mott lingered in the back of the chamber, and gestured for Tobias.

Imogen had finally managed to capture Jaron’s attention. His gaze was glued to her face. Every so often, Imogen brushed a stray curl from his damp forehead.

They didn’t need Tobias’s company.

“Do you think Regar will be alright?” Tobias asked as he stood next to Mott. He pressed a hand over his heart, hoping the motion would force himself to calm down.

“Count to ten, time sped up for a moment,” Mott murmured. “Does it always feel that rushed when somebody comes needing medical attention?”

One, two, three. . .Tobias inhaled. Four, five, six. . . Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. In. Out.

The stakes were different in Jaron’s case because not only was he Tobias’s friend, he was also the king. Jaron’s survival was the highest priority.

Death was unpredictable, and Tobias only had his mind to combat it.

“Yes and no,” he shrugged. “Sometimes the patient is too far gone, and sometimes the rush of the moment slows to a still. I always carry extra concern for Jaron; you never know what kind of trouble he gets into.”

“Where is Feall?” Mott scratched the back of his bald head.

“Another chamber, we typically keep patients in separate spaces, keeps things clean and tidy.”

Tobias pinched the bridge of his nose, his heart had finally calmed.

A lone Faola had attacked four men, if Mott’s report was true. The Faola challenged not only Feall, but Mott, Regar, and the king of Carthya.

Two of those four were left wounded.

Roden would be returning soon with word about the third.

“Jaron’s claiming that he knows who Mireldis Thay is,” Tobias noted.

“Not quite sure how he figured that out, or where he got the time,” said Mott. He inhaled. “Is he going to be alright?”

If Tobias’s assumption was right, and the only damage Jaron sustained was that large bruise on his leg, everything would be fine.

But things rarely worked out in Tobias’s favor.

He rolled his shoulders forward ever so slightly, his mind winding through layers and layers of ignored findings. The Faola had attacked Feall so long ago, and Tobias had to stand in Roden’s way.

His kindness had brought harm to Jaron, his closest friend.

This was his fault.

“I can see your guilt, Tobias,” Mott muttered. He frowned, “This is out of your control.”

“But I was there, Mott, I was there during the first attack. I couldn’t let somebody die, and now Jaron’s tossing on a medical cot because of it!”

Tobias flinched at his own words.

He hadn’t meant to grow so frustrated.

Had they been wrong in pushing aside Mireldis Thay? Did she have more to do with the Faola? Was Feall right in fearing her every move?

Was Oberson’s irrational fear of Lady Thay really that irrational?

Imogen chuckled lightly, she was holding Jaron’s hand. His eyes had finally closed.

“There’s something I-,” Jaron paused to heave in a breath. “Tobias, you need to do something for me.”

“Promise me you’ll rest and I’ll consider it,” Tobias countered.

Jaron’s ghostly smile didn’t belong on his exhausted face. “I need you to ask questions for me.”

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The great hall had changed in the few hours Tobias had tended to Jaron. Renlyn’s staff was all too talented at quietly setting up for a ball.

He doubted that this was the first time she’d set something up like this.

It was easy, slipping through the crowds of servants rushing to fulfill Renlyn’s requests. Tobias usually didn’t sneak. There wasn’t a reason to suspect him of everything.

But this time was different.

This time, he was sneaking around for Jaron. His instructions were clear.

Jaron insisted that a certain troubadour knew more than he let on. It was this realization that led to Jaron’s bruised leg, he was sure of it.

Jolly would be hiding at the Dragon’s Keep, singing bawdy songs and asking for garlins.

It was Tobias’s duty to get Jolly to share crucial information.

Tobias? A spy?

It was bad enough sneaking around trying to find murky answers, but it was worse knowing that Jaron expected a handful of murky answers.

The Dragon’s Keep was more crowded than usual. Tobias crossed his arms as he slipped in, dodging as many flying fists as he could.

The bright orange jerkin was the first thing he saw. Jolly was slumped in a corner booth, his lute at his side.

“Not who I was expecting, Lord Branch,” Jolly smirked. He gestured to the open seat across from him. “I’m only a little disappointed, but you’re welcome to take a seat.”

“Who were you hoping for?” Tobias muttered, sitting down across from Jolly. He shook his head when a barmaid offered to bring him a drink.

“A king, I suppose.”

“Jaron?”

“Be more creative.”

“Oberson?”

“Closer, but not quite.”

Games, games. Tobias pinched his nose, “Jaron was attacked today, he was trying to keep an eye out for Feall.”

“He’s meddling,” Jolly called over a barmaid, asking for another drink. “You caught me at a bad time, I’m frustrated and raging drunk.”

“Why?”

“Friends, I suppose. I love my friend with my whole heart, but she’s going down a path I will not follow.”

Ah ha! Jolly had left a door open for questions. Tobias leaned his elbows on the table, trying his best not to seem too eager. “What’s her name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, doctor boy?”

“I would, actually.”

“It’s not my story to tell, I’m sorry,” Jolly took his fresh tankard, and drained as much liquid as he could.

It wasn’t his story to tell. A friend was going down an unfollowable path. A lute was playing, and a man’s low voice rang through the hushing crowd. Jaron had hummed the song multiple times throughout the week.

Ingrithay.

Tobias smacked his forehead, cursing himself for forgetting vital history lessons with his wife late at night. Ingrid Thay. Ingri. Ingri Thay.

Ingrithay.

“Ingrithay is about the queen of Idunn Craich, isn’t it? Queen Ingrid Thay, wife of Graer Thay, stepmother to Mireldis Thay. You’ve been dropping clues.”

Jolly threw back his head and laughed, “I’ve been dropping clues!?! I’ve thrown them to you as best I can, but I will not tell the story. It is against what I do; if I can’t keep a secret, I can’t keep my head.”

“I’m a member of Queen Danika’s family, you can-”

“Through marriage, Lord Branch,” Jolly corrected.

“That still holds, you can tell me. You have nothing to fear. I know you know who Mireldis Thay is, and I want to help. Tell me who she is, and we can-”

“I love Mireldis Thay more than I fear any king or queen, my Lord. No bargaining in the world would change my stance.”

Tobias had never seen Jolly’s face so serious before, and frankly, it frightened him. There was no trace of a smile or a musical note.

Nothing but determination.

“Amarinda and I want to-,” Tobias began, but Jolly held up his hand.

“I’ll give you a single hint, but don’t betray my trust, Tobias. There is more to me than music and laughter.”

More than music and laughter.

He shuddered despite the warmth in the tavern.

Jolly drained the rest of his tankard, and slammed it down. He dragged his hand across his face, “Mireldis Thay has a bone to pick. I won’t help her, and I won’t stop her, but you can do what you can.”

“Tell me where she is, Jolly,” Tobias grunted. “She attacked the king, didn’t she?”

“To her, Jaron is a blocking piece. She’s still a princess, despite this all, and you know how royals get.”

A memory flashed across Tobias’s vision.

A glimpse of a smug, rare smirk.

His heart thudded in his ears, and he was certain he was correct.

But he needed Jolly to say it.

Tobias’s voice was small. Too small. “Mireldis Thay has been living under our noses the entire time, hasn’t she?”

All it took was the slightest nod of Jolly’s head. “You know her, and I know her. Mireldis has played this game with only one goal in mind, and soon she’ll have her winning move.”

A rare smirk, a flash of gold hair. Tobias pressed his fists to his eyes.

Mireldis Thay, a fugitive, was serving the queen of Carthya.

And Tobias had left her in the castle, close enough to the king to strike a killing blow.

He tried to ignore Jolly’s chilling laugh as he fled the tavern.

#fic friday #the ascendance series #ocs #the whole crew got involved with this one #tospias #tobias #prince jaron #roden #princess amarinda #imogen #mott

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐎

pairing ;; barista!taehyung × high schooler!reader part one.

02nd May, 11:49am.

you had arrived to seoul just a few weeks back. it was april when you had arrived but on the day your story took off, it was already may. you had been accepted to your dream university here in seoul, but it didnt begin until september. after moving into your apartment back in april, you took your own sweet time to settle into the small two roomed flat, and once you felt you had distanced yourself from the outside world for long enough, you decided to go for a walk around your neighborhood.

the part of the city your apartment was situated was emptier than the rest of the city. it was far away from the rush of people in the center of the city. even though your university was somewhat far from here, you decided to rent this apartment because of its distance from the city center. you liked the idea of living in silence, in calm, and not in the hype of the city. infact, you even told yourself that once you settle into the routine of taking the subway to university everyday, you wouldn't even mind the journey or the distance in between the two places.

mind wandering over your new university and how excited and happy you were to accepted there, you take a left turn, and find yourself facing a rather empty shop. the signboard on top read "The Magic Shop" and even though you didnt know whag the shop was about, you were intrigued enough by it to enter it. it turned out to be a café. you were tired from unpacking and the only thing on your mind for the last two weeks after the hardcore task of furnishing you flat was coffee, so you didn't hesitate to walk over and look at the menu. luckily, you even had your purse with you.

once deciding on a peach frappaccino, you look up at the counter. no one's there. you look around the shop for the sign of any employee but you can't see anyone. you wonder what kind of a shop owner leaves the cash register right open in front of customers and leaves the shop.

"tannie!"

someone's voice cuts you off from your thoughts. you look up behind the counter to see a door open and a man jogs out, his upper body bent, as if he's trying to catch something thats on the floor. his dog, the thing he seemed to be chasing around, is quick to reach you across the counter and hide behind your leg, it's fur feeling soft. it's a small, cute, fluffy animal and you cant resist touching him and petting him.

"oh hi. i didnt see you there." tearing your eyes away from the dog, you look up at the man. he seems to be in his 20s and has an unnaturally beautiful face. he's wearing a brown apron. he has to be an employee.

"hi," you say, "is this your dog? he's very cute." you finish, picking up the ball of fur.

"ah, yes. his name is yeontan." he said, looking shyly toward the floor and scratching his head before looking up at you eyes wide with realisation. "are you here for coffee?" you nod. "oh, my god. im so sorry. yes, uh, i'll take your order." he said, bending down to line his eyes with the laptop screen.

"i'd just like a peach frappaccino, please." you smiled at him, scratching yeontan's ears now. he seemes to be enjoying it.

"okay! please have a seat. i'll get your drink ready soon." he smiled back at you before raising his hands towards yeontan. "i'd take him back, if you will? he usually runs around the café a lot. he'd be a problem for you if you hold him while you eat." so you hand the fur ball back to the owner before scratching his ear once more over the counter. you smile at both the owner and the dog before sitting down at a table next to the window and looking outside.

behind you, you hear poor yeontan being scolded by his owner for running around shop like that and you smile to yourself. it was so pure of someone to treat their pet like their child.

soon, the same guy comes back and serves you your drink. "thank you!" you say to him, adding a smile. he smiles back and takes his place behind the counter. it was kind of awkward with no one but you both in the shop so you break the silence. "will it be weird for me to ask you your name?" "haha, no not really! my name is kim taehyung." he placed his elbow on the counter and rested his chin on his palm, looking straight at you, "whats yours?" "oh, uh, my name is y/n." "y/n's a pretty name." he said laughing.

"hey, taehyung hyung, stop flirting with the customer and come help me here! yeontan's sitting inside the oven- heY. NO yeOntAn nO coMe ouT-"

both of you laugh at the comments before he excuses yourself and disappears into the kitchen.

17th August, 5:05pm

it has been, what? three months already? and you still find yourself coming to the café. you've grown close to the employees now, and you find out it's run by the kim brothers and four of their other friends. you are their daily customer and your order has always remained the same : peach frappaccino.

your favorite person in the café is jeon jeongguk. he's the closest to your age and is a huge prankster. you help him plan out his pranks on his older brothers every other day and as you watch the older boys screaming at him,you cant help but laugh along, letting high pitched giggles, not caring about other customers looking at you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a small smile on their lips at how cute your laugh was. but they were not the only people looking at you.

taehyung was a part of the group.

he looked at you while you laughed at jeongguk's mischief, taking in your whole face when you did so. the crescents of your eyes, the wrinkles beside them, the small scrunch of the nose when you let out an obnoxiously high pitched laugh before clasping your hands to your mouth - he loved everything. he loved the way his stomach erupted with butterflies everytime you smiled. he loved the way he would unknowingly smile with you. at first he thought nothing of it, but when one day jimin pointed it out to him, he couldn't stop thinking about it. about you.

"but how can i fall for someone i just met?" he had laughed when jimin suggested the idea.

"i dont know. you ask her." jimin stirred at the cereal in front of him before asking. "seriously though man. you need to ask her out if you like her. i have a feeling gguk likes her too. and you know how much closer he is to her." he pointed his spoon threateningly at taehyung. "do it or i'll tell her to date either gguk or yeontan."

taehyung had laughed at his hyung at the moment but he couldn't get the thought out of his head. jeongguk and y/n dating? it'll be great for the kid. y/n's a great girl. but he felt a pang in his heart. holding the area near his heart, confused, he concluded that he was having a heart attack before deciding he had to sleep.

31st August, 6:39pm

taehyung kept staring at the café door. it was raining, hard. there were no customers and even y/n had not come. his hyungs didnt come to work today because of the rain and jeongguk said he had some work to finish. sighing out of boredom, taehyung nearly opened his apron to go back home when the jingle of the door opening caught his attention.

"hi! sorry im late." you said to him, half panting, wet from the rain. your had brought over your laptop and some books and taehyung understood you were here to revise - university began in a week.

"hey hey. its no problem. are you okay? let me help you with that." he said rushing over to you and taking your heavy books from you and settling them down on your table. "you're wet. do you need something? a tissue? a hoodie? please go and change, i dont want you catching a cold. i have an extra hoodie in the kitchen. you can change in the washroom." he spoke quickly trying to get you to change fast.

you let out a small giggle. "its okay taehyung. im fine-" "no you're not! go change right now or i'll change you myself!" another giggle from you. "okay 'boyfriend'" you said rolling your eyes and walking over to the kitchen, missing out on how taehyung gulped when you called him that.

once you had changed and dried yourself, you walked out ofthe kitchen and sat down on your table, switching on your laptop. taehyung was having a case of the butterflies again, seeing you in his hoodie. when he wore it, it would end at his waist, but on you, it dropped down to your mid thighs and coveres you shorts. he couldn't take his eyes off of the way the hoodie ate your figure up and made you nearly drown in it. it made you look so cute he wanted to kiss you and cuddle you and tell you how you made him feel and how precious you are to him.

"taehyung!"

"i asked why the others aren't here?"

"oh. its because of the rain. and gguk had some school work."

"oh i see." you said nodding slowly. and suddenly you whipped your head back to him so fast he thought you broke it. "by the way, thank you so much for the hoodie. you're a really good soul. how can i repay you? i mean, i'd buy you coffee but you're literally working in a café yourself-"

"go out on a date with me."

"what?"

#taehyung #bts imagines #bts icons #bts fic #bts #btsv #bts x reader #bts jin #kpop #kpop scenarios #namjoon scenarios #seokjin fluff #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin imagine #taehyung imagine #jungkook imagine

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alvalon-island · 4 years

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March 21, 2020

Day 3 in Alvalon

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Islander name: Kotey

Native fruit: Apple

Current villagers: Deirdre and Antonio

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Today was a very exciting and productive day for Alvalon! We start the day off with Tom Nook giving us some big news, the museum is under construction and Nook's Cranny is finally open for business, which made tools and medicine a lot more convenient to get my hands on.

After stopping by the store to talk to the boys, I headed over to the resident services tent to check in with Tom Nook, who had a very important task for me. He had been in contact with 3 potential residents, to whom he had each promised a fully furnished house for them to come stay in on the island. It was my job to set each plot and provide furniture for both the interior and exterior of each house. I spent a majority of the day gathering materials and building furniture for these houses, but it was made well worth it, for after plotting the second house i was finally given the DIY recipe for the ladder and was free to explore all of my island! I was also given fencing once every last plot was fully furnished, which was a nice upgrade from the log stakes i was using in front of my house before.

After that, it had started raining, so i spent some time fishing in the hopes of catching a coelacanth. I didnt manage to catch one, but i caught plenty of other fish I hadnt caught before, including a tuna fish. So in the end it was still well worth my time.

Finally, we come to my favorite part of the day, visiting my wonderful partner's town @direcliff-island ! We spent some time playing hide and seek, catching bugs and fish together, hitting eachother with nets, joking around, and just having a lot of fun! After awhile, I did have to head back to Alvalon. But I had a blast visiting Direcliff and im excited to do it again in th future and/or invite Snips over to my island to hang out!

So far, my time in Alvalon has been nothing short of a near perfect experience. I cant wait to see what happens tomorrow!

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The ceremony celebrating the grand opening of Nook's Cranny!

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Me enjoying the rain and watching the fish in the pond

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Me holding up a tuna bigger than myself

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Sitting in the plaza with Deirdre (taken last night)

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My house after setting up the fencing from Tom Nook

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Chilling by the campfire with my partner, @direcliff-island 💚💙

#acnh #acnh spoilers #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing new horizons spoilers #new horizons #new horizons spoilers #animal crossing new leaf #acnl #animal crossing pocket camp #acpc #animal crossing community #ac community #alvalon #alvalon island #alvalon journal

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Dear No one,

It's already year 2022. It's been a while since i wrote here and post an update on my life. I should start updating here more.

Well, this year 2022, i took alot of my time on reading books. Romance book specifically because my love life is so boring and not exciting at all. I read romance books alot and i wish/hope some of it happens to me (lol thats not gonna happen)

Updates on life. Still working in the office as per usual. COVID19 situation has reduce(i think) but so far so good. Need to start planning to go overseas especially Seoul, Korea (again!) Some of my friends which im not close to, got married and one of my close friend is pregnant again. SUPER HAPPY !

Well, good news is that me and my 3rd sister gonna be the new owners for my current house and once my 2nd sister moves out and my room is completely furnished, We plan to keep cats. I know there's al ot of responsibilities of keeping cats and i still have a ongoing convincing my mom about keeping cats and what need to be done to cat proof the house. She somewhat half way convinced and at the same time said, her own words, "if the cats run out of the house, i'm not gonna chase it. I'll let it be" Well... good luck to me.

Again, I don't think im able to settle down because of the house and whatnot. Though, i still crave for affection (badly) Time will come i guess. My friend pursuade me to download dating app again after last year, i went out to hking with a guy from okc and also made a rash decision to not continue meeting the guy. He was kind and nice tho but i couldnt trust myself. The anxiousness got real and i backed out quickly too. He deserved someone better than me. I wish i was brave to take the risk on being a relationship. 😮‍💨 I've been constantly feeling lonely but i kept myself occupied with books and gaming sessions with my buddy. I play Apex Legends mobile and Dead by Daylight mobile. Call of duty mobile too but its been a while.

Nothing much changes but hopefully everything goes well. I wish yall SELAMAT HARI RAYA MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN (since its the 3rd day of Raya) Till next time !!

BBbyong,

Ar.

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Hi Im about to graduate and since you seem to be doing pretty well at this adulting thing, any words of encouragement for a terrified senior who feels like the world is ending?

You will almost definitely survive!

Graduation is terrifying! It is scary and it sucks when your day-to-day life is about to be altered so much. And it also sucks that it’s hard to address this because everyone wants to talk about what you’re doing next and is acting excited for you.

“Welcome to the real world!” they cry. The real world looks like a pit filled with jagged spikes and sharks and somehow you are not supposed to mention this. “Haha, you can’t stay in college forever,” they say as you try to explain that spiky shark pits are intimidating.

The first thing to know about adulting is that almost no one actually knows what they’re doing. Basically everyone is muddling their way through, supplemented by friends, family, google, and Hints from Heloise books. Sometimes this is a terrifying thought, but sometimes it’s encouraging to remember that everyone else is doing the same thing: presenting one face to the world and almost certainly covering up, to some extent, all the things they don’t know or are scared of.

The second thing to know about adulting is that everyone does it differently. I have friends who graduated, found a job in their field right away, and are still there. They are rare. The majority of people I know got a job in the first year after graduation, but usually not close to their goal. Most people’s living situation after college was either moving back home, or having roommates with hand-me-down furnishings.

Let me tell you a little about myself:

The job I got first after college was full-time, paid $9.50 an hour for something that ostensibly required a degree, was horrible for my mental and physical health and was what I now consider spiritually abusive.

Almost no one I know got a job in a field they actually wanted in the first year (at least) after college.

I lived in a tiny, crappy, literally-falling-apart 2-bedroom with 3 other people.

3.5 years later I found my current job, get paid more, feel respected and enjoy my workplace. I moved several more times–always with roommates–and am now living in my fourth place since graduating. Each place got a little better as I had more time to look, plan, and figure out what I could reasonably afford.

I was at least 25 before I actually started thinking of myself as an adult. At least.

I currently have a job that works with my nocturnal tendencies. One reason I seem to adult well is that I’m content, not often sleep-deprived and my job is fairly low-stress. I am extremely lucky and cannot emphasize this enough.

Almost all the household stuff I had for several years after graduation was hand-me-down, from thrift stores/freecycling, or cheapo things that fell apart fairly quickly. It wasn’t until at least 3-4 years after graduation (fairly recently) that I was able to think about buying nicer, longer-lasting things, or think about matching furniture, or basically doing anything that looks nicer and/or requires more planning that what you’d expect to find in a college apartment.

Some of the best advice I was given (and actually followed) was to save if you can spare the money. Even if it’s only $5 a month, if you can do it, do it. A financial counselor (if you can meet one for free via your school or bank, do it) recommended I have separate savings accounts for things such as an emergency fund, something like car maintenance, and whatever other project I’m saving for, so those monies are separate from each other. I have the savings taken out of my checking account automatically on payday. Saving is much easier if you don’t have to do anything, and several years on, I have a couple months of expenses saved. It’s comforting to know it’s there. It took forever to build up.

Socializing semi-frequently takes much more effort than in college, but is very helpful (even if I always feel like staying in). Loneliness is real. It helps to talk to friends, commiserate or celebrate, vent, and generally just chill. I see several friends at church and invite them/others to events (library events, area festivals, whatever). Others I know take sports/dance classes, join running groups, Bible studies, board game groups, or use Meetup.com.

I did not start tumblring until I was in my current job–therefore fairly mentally healthy, happy, with somewhat stable finances, and with several years of adulting experience. And I’m still filtering what I post, to some degree.

Adulting is terrifying and weird. So far the only way I’ve found to make it less terrifying is experience supplemented by research (and frequent calls to adultier adults, mostly my parents), and to complain/snark about it online.

Finally, you didn’t mention anything about jobs, but I’m reading through Ask A Manager (to learn how to be a better supervisor) and if you’re job hunting, you might also find some good stuff there.

#ask #life is terrifying #unfortunately adulting is basically that Shia LaBeouf JUST DO IT gif over and over #fake it till you make it #I still write myself scripts when I call the doctor and wherever but it works #the true moral of the story is that Kayt likes to talk #text post #original

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bb0nkerz · 3 years

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ive been also thinking a lot about -the ethics of having pets (especially birds and dogs/dog training but also the existence of indoor cats that im just coming to the realization is kinda iffy) i get the enrichment stuff zoo's do but i dont see your standard indoor housecat getting enough enrichment? nd just bc they seem to be doing ok, that doesnt mean its optimal conditions. if you spent ur whole life in like,,, a nicely furnished but still small apartment where your needs were met with people who only vaguely have a grasp of your language yes you might be doing nicely and be happy with your life but once you go outside and experience more things, your apartment wont be enough anymore -the way different neurotypes communicate and why you should have a wide array of friends with different neurotypes for completely selfish reasons. you get different things out of different relationships and i think that directly corresponds to how their brains work. i say neurotype but i mean like "neurotypical mentally ill -> autism adhd" is gonna be different than both "neurotypical -> autism adhd" and "adhd -> autism adhd" . ill make both a vid and a post on this probably once i have more thoughts -what religion i am , and if i'm worshipping the ideals and the cumulative form of specific things in the universe or like,,, a Being? because im just not sure . like. is my idea of a 'diety' just the humanized form of like,, loving myself and practicing self care? sort of like the inner child metaphor. sometimes doing things for others can make u do shit and i might be using this Concept of Aphrodite who is just the idea of Something Up There to care for myself. and is that bad? i think gods are both but see next bullet point -how we see things solely from the human point of view and how we just *cant* know whats Out There (space wise but also spiritually). ive recently been exposed to a lot of arguments that i feel are correct for a lot of things that i dont have enough info on to make a concrete opininon on but its really highlighted how fucking human-centric everything is. it makes sense why because we're humans but like. the way aba is similar to dog training but lots of autistic ppl use service dogs. is it morally right to use similar tactics and ideals as something we KNOW traumatises real human people on animals that while being way smarter than we give them credit for are less intelligent to a person. some dogs like to learn just like some people love to learn but especially with like stopping them jumping when theyre excited, is that not aba to stop autistic kids stimming (this one goes back to my first bullet point but also go check out sefscatterbrain on insta bc they inspired this and also me in general i adore their content)

#thoughts 4 thots

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dramallamadingdang · 6 years

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Before-bed replies. :)

For @emeraldfalconsims, @tamtam-go92, @scibirg, @didilysims, @penig, @ssatinn, @immerso-sims, and @fuzzyspork...

emeraldfalconsims replied to your link “ModTheSims - (Updated!) Mood Swing + Midlife Crisis”

Tbh, I looked at those and was immediately turned off by the terrible English in the popups. I wouldn't care if it was just the post itself, but I'm the kind of person who wants mods to fix the EAxis grammar errors, soooo...

I get you, but...Really, that's all easily fixable. One just needs to find and rewrite the text strings. I've done that often, especially when I used to use custom careers in my game, many of which included chance cards littered with badly-worded and grammatically-incorrect text written by obviously-not-native-English-speakers. This particular modder is obviously not a native English-speaker and obviously not fully fluent in the language, but I'm all kinds of tolerant when that's the case. With EA? Not so much, but even with them? We all make mistakes and typos from time to time that are missed in the editorial process, even when that process involves multiple people. Also, I'm well aware that my own grammar when yakking online and in forum/blog posts and things like that is far from perfect -- often deliberately so because, let’s face it, “speaking” with perfect grammar just “sounds” weird and/or unbearably pretentious -- so I try to be neither a pedant nor a hypocrite on the subject.

Anyway, yeah...Text strings be totes fixable, m'friend. ;)

tamtam-go92 replied to your link “ModTheSims - (Updated!) Mood Swing + Midlife Crisis”

Those Sound like really great Modus but im always a bit nervous about adding stuff like that to my game...

I am, too, mostly because I already use hundreds of mods in my game, so the outcome of adding new ones, especially those that alter lots of things, is always uncertain.

So, what I do is have a testing neighborhood that I don’t care about. Its associated downloads folder contains a copy of just the Mods folder from my “real” game. I put the new mod in and play with it a bit in debug mode, see if I get error messages or if menu options go missing or any other stuff that’s a symptom of mod conflicts. If I do, I change loading order to see if that fixes the issues. If it does, then I copy the testing Mods folder back over to the folder in my “real” game. If it doesn’t, then I either don’t use the new mod or, if it’s something I really want, I run the Hack Conflict Detection Utility to see if it can tell me what the conflicting mod(s) is/are, and then I decide which I want more. And if the HCDU doesn’t give me any useful info, then I 50/50 until I find the conflicts and then decide between mods. Anyway, this way I find out if I can use the new mod along with those I already have without the possibility of doing any damage to any neighborhood I care about.

tamtam-go92 replied to your photoset “More random captioned pics because, basically, this is a household...”

Hopefully the girls will be old enough when Amalia dies...

Margo was like a day or two away from teenhood when those pics were taken, so no problem. :)

scibirg replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

Did you see the ladies ski jumping? Brave girls!

Honestly, most of the winter events involve bravery. Well, except curling, I guess. *laugh* I guess the worst that can happen with that is you drop a 40-lb rock on your foot or maybe slip and fall on your butt. :) And I guess the cross-country skiing is more physically-taxing than actually dangerous. And I guess the figure skating isn’t that risky, although some of those things that the pairs skaters do look more than a little scary for the female partner. But yeah, the ski-jumpers and downhill skiers and sliders and speed-skaters and snowboarders are all completely nutty in adrenaline-junkie ways that I totally identify with. :D

scibirg replied to your post “dunne-ias replied to your post: I’m excited about...”

Slalom is from Norwegian, meaning ski track with turns. In Norwegian cross-country skiing is called "langrenn" meaning long slide. Probably due to it being used for travelling long distances.

ssatinn replied to your post “dunne-ias replied to your post: I’m excited about...”

We call Nordic skiing "längdskidor" - direct translation would be "long ski". Alpine skiing we call "slalom", no idea where that word comes from though..

Hm, interesting! So in Swedish, any type of downhill skiing is called “slalom?” Because in English that word is reserved for the type of downhill skiing where you’re zig-zagging in a pattern through gates -- as the Norwegian word would imply -- not the kind where you’re just shooting straight down the hill. Or does Swedish have a different word for that, too?

I don’t know why I find stuff like this so interesting, but I do. :) Maybe I shoulda been a linguist or something...

didilysims replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

Woo Olympics! I find just watching the events gives me an adrenaline rush. Watching luge reruns today had me all "oh my-ing" and "oh no-ing" and actually jumping out of my seat a few times. Love those crazy dangerous downhill events. :D

OMG, that poor American luge-slider today! Did you see that? Quite the wipeout she had. Even so, I sooooooooooooooo want to luge. Like, if I could just go and do it once, like how people go skydiving, I totally would. Buuuuuut I suppose it’s something you actually have to learn how to do before you lay on a minimalist sled and zoom down a track of ice at ungodly speeds... :)

emeraldfalconsims replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

It's too bad that marksmanship is so tied in practical applications to killing. It was so empowering for me when I discovered a sport I was actually naturally good at.

That's not really the case, though. I mean, maybe it is in the mind of Joe Q. Public that's been fed a daily diet of crazy people killing other people mixed with glamorized violence in "entertainment," but beyond that, the practical application of marksmanship isn't killing (either people or other animals) but rather marksmanship competitions. Aside from niche things like biathlon, there are all sorts of local, regional, state, and national marksmanship competitions that happen throughout the year, regulated by their own governing bodies. I used to do 3-gun competitions, myself.

Marksmanship isn't about killing anything because when you get down to it, hunting animals -- or even killing a person, if that’s your goal for whatever reason -- doesn't require sharpshooting levels of accuracy, certainly not with automatic weapons. (With those, you just kind of squeeze the trigger and try to hold on while pretending the thing is a garden hose. I don’t like them; I like precision.) Killing just requires doing enough damage, and you can do that without being at all accurate. Marksmanship's about consistent accuracy, often under pressure. Which can have applications in killing things, and can make you better at killing things (ideally things that are legal to kill, of course) but that's not what it's about. I wish more people would realize that. And I wish the NRA would GTFO, but that’s an entirely different subject.

penig replied to your post “Do you know why some custom doors and arches doesn't work in apartment...”

Custom content that was made before AL came out doesn't update and confuses the already-confused apartment code. To reduce annoyance I tend to use Maxis doors and arches inside exclusively. Windows are no problem.

Good to know. :) I guess I never really noticed because I don’t build apartments all that often. Mostly because I think furnishing them is mind-numbingly boring. :) And even when I do build them, I mostly use Maxis interior doors, often add-ons like centered-on-two-tile versions of a Maxis door, but since those use Maxis coding, I’m guessing they don’t present a problem in this regard.

immerso-sims replied to your post “The feel-good song meme. :)”

Thanks. I tried searching for happy songs in my iTunes collection, but I realised I am a total sad/dark/melancholic/whatever songs lover, so I'll pass on the meme :D

HAH! :) But hey, if a sad/melancholy song makes you feel better, I suppose that actually counts as a feel-good song! :)

fuzzyspork replied to your post “Big long reply post about...lots of stuff”

I've had both the high witches (excluding the neutral one because they are apparently very anti-social) on a community lot at the same time several times. If a Sim interacts with whichever arrives first then when enough time passes the other witch will usually show up. I think they must have negative relationship by default, so I've seen them fight! Fisticuffs style though. This is where magic would have been awesome. :/

Really? I don’t think I’ve ever had more than one high witch on a community lot, even when I’ve had playable stay on them for multiple days at a time, like when I send them on a weekend camping trip or what-have-you. Maybe it’s because I pretty much never have Sims interact with the high witches, since I use other means to have Sims become witches? Maybe I should try interacting with them... Although if there’s just fisticuffs as opposed to zapping each other with magic, I suppose there’s not much point. Then it’s just yet another fight between non-playables.

#emeraldfalconsims #tamtam-go92 #scibirg #didilysims #penig #ssatinn #immerso-sims #fuzzyspork #replies

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