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leviismybby · 10 months

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I am weak for single dad Levi so I wrote a little something for fathers day...

Levi Ackerman x fem babysitter!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, hot and steamy sex, this nasty, you have been warned, age gap

Single dad!Levi who isn't too happy about having to find a babysitter for his daughter, he trust only a few people so trusting a stranger with his child was tough for him.

Single dad!Levi who goes through tons of young people who applied for a job and didn't accept a single one until he saw yours.

Single dad!Levi who likes what he sees as soon as his eyes land on you. You were a young woman trying to make money for yourself.

Single dad!Levi who lets his eyes run up and down your body as you tell him about yourself, you don't notice it because he makes sure that you don't.

Single dad!Levi who is about six years older than you, yet he looks better than all the men your age.

Single dad!Levi who shows you around his house on your first day, he explains everything to you. He clearly cares about his daughter very much.

Single dad!Levi who is surprised when his daughter starts talking about you and praising you to him, he is more than happy that he hired the right person.

Single dad!Levi who watches as you take care of his daughter, it makes him melt, you would be a good mother.

Single dad!Levi who checks you out every time he gets the chance, your body is delicate, you were made to be touched.

Single dad!Levi who starts noticing you returning his gazes a few months into your job. You bite your lip as see him change his shirt before heading off to work.

Single dad!Levi who sees that the things you're wearing start to get more and more provocative, he doesn't mind it, not one bit.

Single dad!Levi who invented you over one night while his daughter was with her mother. His intentions were clear and he wasn't shy about the fact that he wanted you.

Single dad!Levi who teases you about the short black dress you chose to wear, he will be more than happy to rip it off of you.

Single dad!Levi who sits on the couch next to you as you two talk, Levi stares at your legs as you speak, his mind filled with different positions he wants to try with you.

Single dad!Levi who kisses you, his hands immediately finding your hips as the kiss gets more intense.

Single dad!Levi who rips your dress, he just wants to see you naked. "I'll buy you a new one, doll" he mumbled as he pushed you down on the couch and found a comfortable spot between your open legs.

Single dad!Levi who bites down your neck and collarbone, he leaves wet patches behind as his mouth goes lower and lower.

Single dad!Levi who sucks and licks your nipples, he loves the grip you have on his hair as he swirls his tongue around your hard buds.

Single dad!Levi who has you naked under him quickly, your body is truly a piece of art, Levi almost growls when he sees it bare.

Single dad!Levi who eats your pussy better than those clumsy men your age, his tongue is ruthless on your wet folds.

Single dad!Levi who takes his time to figure out where and how you break, when he does, he won't stop until you beg him too, even then he will still continue.

Single dad!Levo who makes you cum over and over again on his tongue and fingers, your pussy is swollen but he only wants more. "One more for me pretty. You can give me that right?"

Single dad!Levi who ruts his hips against the fabric of the couch as he eats you out like a madman, he can't wait to be inside of you.

Single dad!Levi who makes you arch your back as he fingers you. He starts with one finger and ends up making you cum with three....

Single dad!Levi spreads your legs wide and spits on your pussy before he enters you without warning.

Single dad!Levi who thinks he might just love you when you moan his name over and over again. That only makes him fuck you harder.

Single dad!Levi whose thrusts are brutal, your wet cunt makes his crazy, his eyes roll at back of his head. "You keep clenching, doll. So deliciously fucking tight."

Single dad!Levi who wraps his hand around your neck and pushes you deeper into the cushion as his cock slides in and out of you.

Single dad!Levi who throws your legs over his shoulder, his fat cock pouring you deep and hard, your nails dig into his back.

Single dad!Levi who kisses you sloppily as he fucks you, at this point, he is sure that the whole neighborhood is hearing you but he doesn't give a single fuck, not one.

Single dad!Levi who is begging to come inside of you. "Let me breed you. Let me give you your firstborn, you'll be such an amazing mother."

Single dad!Levi who cums deep inside of you, his warm cum feels amazing in you. "Good girl....good girl..."

Single dad!Levi who picks your body up so that he can pin you against the wall and fuck you again. His cum drips out of you as he enters you again.

Single dad!Levi who leaves love bites all over your neck, that's his mark on you and he loves it see it.

Single dad!Levi who loves to praise you as you take him in deeper. "Just like that..taking my cock so fucking well. You love it don't you? You love me fucking you like this?"

Single dad!Levi who creampies you over an over again until your belly is full of his cum and he is sure that he got you pregnant.

Single dad!Levi who keeps taking you whenever he can, he is too addicted to stop now.

Single dad!Levi who will never fuck another girl again, he has his pretty doll now after all...

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fantasyescapes17 · 11 months

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Scandal (Part 2)

The Viscount's sister with an enormous dowry, beauty and unmistakable talent- you began the London season as the most desired woman in any room. But Jeon Wonwoo (a man who would rather hide in the library than dance at a ball) is beyond your comprehension. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it embroiled you into a scandal with a man you could never love.

Genre: Wonwoo x Female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are Joshua's sibling so your maiden name is Hong but the reader has no other physical characteristics.

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Series Masterlist [Reading Candle and Manners, the earlier installments in this series first is strongly recommended as main character dynamics are introduced there.]

Your entire body felt numb.

"It's all over," you whispered. "I'm ruined, I'm ruined, I'm ruined…."

Your sister-in-law held you tightly in her arms as you trembled like a leaf. You had been shaking uncontrollably all evening; ever since you had been discovered by Baron Wright in the library of the Graham's manor, alone with Mr. Jeon Wonwoo.

There was no doubt in your mind of your situation. You had just become the main character of this season's juiciest scandal.

"You are not ruined," the Viscountess tried to reassure you as she rubbed your back comfortingly. "It will be resolved. Joshua will take care of things. Come my dear, come closer to the fire, you're shivering…"

"I am not cold," you protested but the Viscountess would have none of it. She gently guided you to an armchair in front of the fire and wrapped a warm blanket around your shoulders.

"It will be fine," your sister-in-law continued to reassure you. Her words were kind but hollow. You knew that it would not be fine. To have been caught alone with a man in a distant corner of a manor and in a compromising position….

You felt faint.

I'm ruined.

The door to the drawing room opened and you sat up abruptly as your brother entered swiftly and tossed his coat onto the armchair. His expression made your heart sink.

The Viscountess ran to greet her husband. "Joshua, what has happened-"

"I am so sorry, sister," Joshua said to you gently. Your heart sank painfully into your stomach as Joshua paced up and down the drawing room. He pressed his fingers to his temples. "I tried; I begged Baron Wright to be reasonable but he would not listen to me. He feels jilted, since he was planning to propose to you. I even offered him money but… he-he has already told too many people. The rumour has spread beyond control."

Your chest felt tight.

"Don't say that, don't…"

"I'm sorry."

The blanket around your shoulders suddenly felt hot and constricting, as though it was suffocating you. You threw it off and onto the floor roughly before standing up.

"I will speak to Baron Wright myself-"

The Viscountess stopped you by gently taking your arms. "My dear, no. You will only make it worse-"

You looked at her in despair. "Then what am I to do? Am I to sit here quietly while that-that odious Baron defames me before the entire ton? Should I watch patiently while he ruins my reputation?" you spat, trembling.

Joshua sighed. "Sister, please think for a moment. It will only escalate the situation further and confirm the rumours if we act in haste. I… I think we should try to handle this calmly and rationally."

"How?" you demanded. You did not see any calm or rational way of dealing with the waking nightmare that you had been plunged into.

"Mr. Jeon has returned to his home to speak to his family, but he will come here in some time," Joshua told you. He gave you a wary look. "He has assured me that he will marry you."

You felt like you had been slapped.

"Marry Mr. Jeon?" you whispered in horror. "Marry him?"

"I know you are not fond of each other, sister, but I know Mr. Jeon well. He is a gentleman and will do whatever is necessary to protect your honour. Perhaps, if we can persuade the ton that you were already engaged to him before tonight…"

You could not accept this. Your mind could not even begin to fathom the idea of being married to Mr. Jeon. You recoiled at the thought.

"I will not marry him," you hissed, trembling. "I have done nothing wrong. I will not, I will not, I will not-"

Your sister-in-law embraced you tightly and you began shaking uncontrollably once more. She gently sat you back down in the armchair and then turned to her husband with a sigh.

"I think your sister has had too much for one evening," she told the Viscount. "Let us give her some time before we speak of marriage. Surely Mr. Jeon will not withdraw his offer if she does not accept it tonight. And… we shall have to inform your mother."

Joshua ran his fingers through his hair and nodded.

"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, you are right. I will send word to Mr. Jeon to hold off for the moment. Perhaps we had all better go to bed for now."

You felt sick.

"I can't go to bed, how am I supposed to go to bed-" you mumbled.

Your sister-in-law sighed. Her tone suddenly became firm; it was no surprise that she had raised her younger siblings by herself.

"You will go to bed because that is the only thing that can be done now. I will not hear of anything else. Come with me now."

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Ella Williams was sobbing so hard that you could barely understand a word she said.

Your cousin had come running to see you the next day, as soon as word of the scandal reached her ears. Her explanations and apologies were incomprehensible in a garbled mix of sobs and wails.

Your head ached. You had not slept.

"Ella," you interrupted her quietly. "I don't blame you-"

She was not listening. Through her choked explanations you were able to piece together a picture of the events of the previous evening- Ella had been asked to dance the third dance by Mr. Xu Minghao, a gentleman that she had been pursuing for many months. Her promise to you was forgotten; and when Baron Wright approached her after the third dance asking if she had seen you, she informed him that you were looking at the piano upstairs and would be down shortly.

“Never-never thought he would-sob-follow you-hic- my cousin, I am devastated-” Ella sobbed.

You could not listen to her any longer.

The Viscountess was much more intuitive- she noticed that despite your lack of tears and stiff expression, your composure was on the verge of cracking. She hurried to comfort Ella and took your sobbing cousin out of the room to have her sent home in the family carriage.

You sat silently in the drawing room. Your fists were clenched so tightly that your nails were digging painfully into your palms.

Once Ella was gone, your mother came and sat beside you.

“My dear,” your mother told you gently. “I know this is difficult for you. But time is of the essence. We must announce your engagement to Mr. Jeon.”

You flinched. "I cannot. Not when I have not even done anything to deserve… I mean, we did not…” you turned and looked at your mother desperately. “There was nothing between myself and Mr. Jeon. You do believe me, mother?”

Your mother sighed. “It does not matter what I believe. The ton will assume-”

“But the ton is wrong. I have never even danced with that man, much less touched him. It is all a misunderstanding and in time I am certain that everything will be forgotten and brushed under the rug-”

Your mother looked at you pitifully. “My dear.”

You felt a burst of anger. Why would none of them understand? There was no need for you to marry Mr. Jeon because your virtue had not been compromised. It was simply a matter of clarifying that you had done nothing more than speak to the man, and it would be resolved. Well; perhaps Baron Wright would not court you but there were plenty of other young men, and in a short time it would all be forgotten.

“I need to correct this misunderstanding,” you decided firmly. You stood up and gathered your skirts. You could not hide indoors in this manner. You had to seek out the gossip and crush it yourself. “I must go immediately to the assembly rooms.”

Your mother looked horrified. “My dear, no-”

“I must.”

You ignored your mother’s desperate cries and hurried outside, ordering the butler to send for your carriage immediately. The butler was startled but did not have the courage to protest. It was not his place to tell you that you looked too wild to be in company; your eyes were red and had bags underneath them from lack of sleep.

You were the sister of a Viscount. You were rich and beautiful and intelligent.

You did not fear the ton.

You walked up to the assembly rooms and took a deep breath before entering them with the same confidence you always had. The entrance hall where the card tables were set up was crowded; it took a few moments for your arrival to be noticed but slowly, gradually, the noise of conversation and the shuffling of cards died down.

In less than a minute, the room was plunged into complete silence.

Every single pair of eyes in the room was on you.

It struck you: suddenly, and violently, what a terrible mistake you had made. You had gone through most of your life in the public eye and being the centre of attention was not new to you. Being a Viscount’s sister, you had been the subject of society's admiration, scrutiny and envy for as long as you could remember. It had left you numb to the general and uninformed opinion of others. You believed yourself unaffected by what others thought of you.

But this was new. You had never experienced anything quite like this before.

You were now the subject of ridicule and pity.

Your stomach lurched and you wanted to die of shame, wanted nothing more than to run all the way home and wash yourself of the dirty gaze of the ton and hide underneath the blankets so that nobody could ever look at you this way again. You felt small and pathetic and weak.

You turned and ran; out onto the street where your carriage was still waiting at the corner. You climbed inside and made sure to slam the door and close the curtain behind you before you allowed yourself to collapse, for the first time since this nightmare had begun, into tears.

The sobs originated deep in your throat and were beyond your control. You had been holding yourself together at the seams for too long and all the built-up emotions exploded like a dam bursting.

You barely heard the knock on the carriage door. There was a brief pause, and then the door opened a crack. Mr. Jeon Wonwoo was standing before it- dressed handsomely in a dark riding coat with his lips pressed together tightly in a straight line as he took in the sight of you having an emotional breakdown in the carriage.

“Miss Hong,” he greeted quietly. “May I…?”

You could not have answered him if you tried. Your throat was raw and you were still incapacitated from the involuntary sobs. Mr. Jeon seemed to realise that a response would not come. In one swift and graceful moment, he entered the carriage and closed the door sharply behind him.

Then he sat across from you and said nothing.

He sat in silence for a long time. Your sobs gradually died down until eventually you were too tired, too exhausted to cry any more. Mr. Jeon waited patiently. He had the decency not to stare at you; his eyes were politely averted to the side and fixed on a random engraving on the carriage wall. Now and then his dark gaze would flicker towards you and then back to the engraving.

Mr. Jeon finally broke the silence by offering you his handkerchief.

You stared down at it for a long moment. It was merely a simple white handkerchief- one that any gentleman would offer a lady shedding tears in his presence. But you saw the calm, patient gaze in his eyes.

The gesture was, for lack of a better word, a truce.

You accepted the handkerchief and wiped your eyes and nose silently.

Mr. Jeon finally cleared his throat. “Are you feeling better, Miss Hong?” he asked. “I apologise for entering the carriage but, well…” he trailed off and sighed. “I thought it would be better than to be seen standing outside, and at this point I suppose propriety is not the foremost concern on your mind.”

You swallowed. “I am fine.”

“We should discuss our situation.”

“Yes, well,” you mumbled as you crumpled his handkerchief in your fist. “In case it was not already evident, this ‘situation’ is only now beginning to sink in for me. Although it must please you to see me brought to the mercy of my own vanity; you have often delighted in pointing it out.”

Mr. Jeon bit his lip. “Nothing about this situation pleases me. I am sorry.”

You frowned at him. Mr. Jeon could be difficult to read, but for once you understood him with perfect clarity. I’m sorry was not an expression of apology or regret. It was sympathy. He was offering his condolences for the brutal end of the life you knew, that you had hoped to lead.

“Don’t pity me,” you snapped.

“I was not-”

“You were. I don’t want your pity. I can take responsibility for my own actions and I am prepared to suffer their consequences. I am a grown woman and you will treat me like one.”

He folded his arms across his chest and nodded.

“If you wish. But you are not making the situation any easier for yourself. Your brother informed me that you have refused my offer of marriage,” Mr. Jeon noted quietly. “Naturally, that is entirely your choice. Our acquaintance has not been a smooth one, I know. It is for you to decide whether marrying me is a worse punishment than being rejected and ridiculed by the ton.”

You looked up at him. “That is a valiant attempt to simplify a complicated decision. Which is the lesser punishment in your view?”

Mr. Jeon blinked. He took a deep breath- his tense jaw relaxed slightly and you could almost see him visibly letting down his guard.

“Being a man, I have less to fear from the ridicule of the ton than you. But my conscience remains equally troubled in both circumstances. So, I will leave it to you, Miss Hong, since you evidently have far more at stake. My offer to marry you remains open,” he replied diplomatically.

“You will not resent me?” you asked. “For forcing you into a marriage without love?”

“I can assure you that any resentment between us would only be from your end; I never had much interest or inclination to marry. I am well aware, however, that you were being courted by multiple eligible gentlemen and were probably intending to marry for love.”

“I am certain none of those eligible gentlemen will have me now,” you scoffed.

Mr. Jeon did not reply.

“I am not sure that- even if we were to marry…” you trailed off and hesitated. “Joshua was right, if we had announced an engagement immediately it might have been brushed under the rug but I am afraid that it is too late now to cover up even with a marriage.”

“Perhaps not immediately. It might be best to avoid London society for some time. My family’s estate in the countryside is far enough removed from London. If you were to accept my offer, we could live there for some time and return to London after enough time has passed for the worst of it to end.”

You paused. It was not the life you had ever pictured living. You loved London, loved the society and the balls and the glamour of the ton. You loved being the centre of attention and having a bustling life.

Or at least you had.

Considering your current position, moving to a remote countryside estate where you would not have to face any members of the ton almost sounded like a blessing in disguise. You could feel the scales slowly starting to shift. Perhaps Mr. Jeon was right. If enough time passed, you could return to London as a married woman and society’s attention would be far too occupied by the latest bachelors to remember exactly how your marriage began.

Mr. Jeon raised an eyebrow as he watched you struggle with yourself.

“Or…” he suggested. “You could try to go back to the assembly rooms now.”

You felt it creeping up on you… a mild, unpleasant, sickening feeling. The walls of denial and desperation and pride were crumbling. They could not last long in the face of Mr. Jeon’s calm and logical words.

You were slowly beginning to feel resigned to your fate.

“No,” you mumbled. “I cannot go back there. Let us marry.”

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You married Mr. Jeon Wonwoo in a quiet ceremony on a Monday morning.

It was so methodical and mundane that you barely felt as though you had attended a wedding at all, much less your own.

Weddings were meant to be spectacular displays of love and adoration where two hopeful young people promised their lives to each other. You remembered your brother's wedding just last season: the flowers, and the blushing bride, and the gorgeous wedding dress, and the music as the happy couple left the church.

There were no flowers at your wedding. There was no gorgeous wedding dress. There was no music.

There was certainly no happy couple.

It was a simple ceremony attended by none other than your mother, brother, and sister-in-law from your end, and Mr. Jeon’s parents, sister and brother-in-law. Once you had both made your vows briefly in front of the priest, you went home to ensure that all your things were packed.

“I have packed seven evening dresses, ten daytime gowns and six nightgowns, miss,” Minnie told you hurriedly as she flew around the room in a frenzy. You sat on the edge of the bed and watched her quietly. “You must give this letter to your new ladies’ maid once you arrive. I have written out washing instructions for each of the gowns.”

She thrust a letter into your hands and then seemed to decide better of herself; she took it back and placed it neatly in the trunk.

“There. Your new ladies’ maid should find it when she unpacks your things. Now- there is not enough space in the trunk so I will have the rest of your things sent via a later carriage. There are so many other things to take care of- oh! What about your pianoforte? It will not fit in the carriage now but perhaps I can have it dismantled and-”

You frowned. “Leave the pianoforte here.”

“Of course! My apologies, miss, what was I thinking? It is far too valuable to be placed on a carriage. I will think of some way to have it sent to you-”

The door opened and your maid’s rambling was cut short by your mother- the Dowager Viscountess- entering the room. Her eyes were red and you had the feeling that she had been crying. She gave you a small smile.

“It is time, my dear. Mr. Jeon is waiting downstairs,” your mother told you gently.

You embraced her. She took a shuddering breath and forced a smile as she patted you on the back.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into her shoulder.

“Of course not, child. You have nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes things happen to us that we do not expect. But I am confident that I raised a strong young woman who can handle anything that comes her way. I love you always.”

You thanked her and went downstairs. The Jeons’ carriage was waiting in front of your house. Your brother stood near the door to the carriage and he gave you a soft smile. He leaned down to pat your head gently.

“Well,” the Viscount said in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Look who is a married woman now.”

You frowned at him. “Joshua.”

His eyes softened and he smiled at you kindly. “I will miss you, sister.”

“I will miss you, too.”

There was a small yip at your feet; your maid had brought Snowball out on his leash and Joshua lifted the little white dog into the carriage before helping you inside.

Mr. Jeon- your husband- was already seated inside. He placed Snowball on the seat beside him before closing the door behind you and helping you settle in. The carriage slowly began to rattle forward on the cobblestone street towards your new home.

“We have a long journey ahead of us,” Wonwoo told you quietly.

You had a long journey ahead of you, indeed- and it began here, and now as you left behind your entire life, identity, dreams and hopes. You would begin this long journey as a new person.

As Mrs. Jeon.

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venuslcver · 6 days

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WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS ⋆

pairing: academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

synopsis: a rivalry between two classmates, jayj and you, seemed to be just a miscommunication.

tw: banter, profanity, rivalry, fluff, miscommunication trope, feminine described character, enemies to lovers? (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

strutting up the stairs of your school, you waved pleasantly at an acquaintance, who happily held the heavily weighted door open for you.

jesus it's cold

grasping at your school-issued blaze, sliding the sleeves down to cover your, now, cold hands. for you going to a private school, that your parents paid a shit ton of money for you to attend— they never seemed to splurge on warm air being spread throughout the school.

making your way over to the designated locker you had for years, you began grabbing a couple notebooks from the far left of it. opening up one of the notebooks, in particular, you scanned the notes that you wrote the day before in class.

you liked to be prepared for even the simplest of assignments you were given. so naturally when it came to exams you tend to panic a little. just a little though. but with the system that you put in place— it left very little space for anything to go awry.

god that makes you sound like a loser... i-i swear you're not a loser. at least from what i know...

eyes squinted, face deep in focus, finger gliding against the grain of the notebook— which was filled with every single thing that left the teacher's mouth. you were never one to miss something that could be detrimental to your learning curve.

just as you went to close the notebook, "no notes allowed during the exam", a hand momentarily stopped the closure of it, a large stanced figure loomed over your body from behind. said figure fully opening your notes back up, their head now resting on your shoulder.

"wait — i missed that last part. ahh, i got it now... you can close it"

slamming it closed— you slightly turned, sticking your palm against his face, pushing his heavy-ass head off of your shoulder. why did the school have to stick your locker beside the one person that you actively didn't want to interact with on a daily basis?

jayj was quick to bounce back towards you after you pushed him rearward with force. him, yet again, invading all of your personal space. though, from the front, now.

"have you heard of personal space — like ever?" you said sharply.

"what can i not read a fellow classmate's notes? i mean, i thought you were a good team playe-"

swiftly cutting his statement off, "i am a good team player— just not towards you""-who was willing to share her wisdom with others"

hearing his compliment, you veered away from the attitude that you previously had with jayj, "y-you think i have... wisdom?"

"well i would've— until about two minutes ago, you made'a mistake in your notes."

realizing that he only gave you a compliment to point out a flaw in your note-taking abilities, which, with no doubt you didn't make. switchin up, yet again, "ohh shut up", you said before taking the closed notebook, forcing it to make contact with his head.

left unfazed by the physical assault that you just gave him, even slightly turned on— "let's hope that you're right about this", he said walking backward, towards the classroom that was directly across from y'all's lockers.

rolling your eyes, having to follow his movements, considering the fact that this was your shared class that he was walking towards.

"are you followin' me?" jayj said just trying to get under your skin, again.

"n-no — were in the same class" annoyed that you even feel the need to explain yourself to him of all people.

"i don't know... feelin' like you're just using that as an excuse to follow me around like'a lost puppy"

"i'm not following you around like a lost dog" you explained, simultaneously letting off a judgy face. though that didn't stop you from still walking through the doorway when jayj opened it for you.

of course, he felt the need to sit directly beside you when he saw the desk wasn't occupied.

"it seems like you are the one following me around now…" you said spinning around to face him, while scrunching your shoulders together.

after your last class of the day, you made your way to your locker, and from there, jayj began following you around. even when you left the close vicinity of your and jj's lockers.

ignoring most of what you had said, jayj crept closer to you before he spoke, “so you were followin’ me?”

you don’t even know why you try. your face, now, dropping— every ounce of cockiness that was previously written on your face, completely erased, “that— that is what you take from what i said? really?”

to which jayj nodded his head while letting off an eat-shit smile. when still didn’t give a clear reason for why he was following you around, you pushed further, “no— like seriously. why are you following me around?”

"i don't know — got nothing better to do" jayj spoke, following your movements, jumping at the chance to open the library door for you.

letting out a quiet "thanks", you sat in a seat by an empty table. noticing that jayj was about to start yammering on, "you do realize that i came in here to study, right?"

"well... yeah but"

when he didn't continue his statement like you thought he would, you realized that he wasn't actually following you around for no reason.

"w-what is it? come'on out with it..."

now, taking a moment to observe the movements that jayj was making, you saw how jittery he currently was in the seat beside you.

"i-i was just you'know... wondering if you would want to go out to dinner sometime soon?"

huh. you thought he would be asking something stupid out of you. not asking you out. on a date. the only conversations that you and jj seemed to hold were tiffs. usually insulting each other in every way imaginable. personality, intelligence, and appearance-wise. well... now that you really think about it, the only one that attacked appearance-wise was you.

jayj had always thoroughly enjoyed the banter that he had with you, usually played into. feining for the day that you drop the act and admit that you enjoyed the jabs that y’all made at each other. even pushing each other to excel further academically in an attempt to not catch the other slipping.

thought it is to be said that he, just like the gentleman he always has been, never crossed the boundary of being truly hateful to you. not that it stopped you from making every hateful comment that you could think of.

he didn’t mind though, at least most of the time. the majority of the time he found it hot. forcing him to be unimaginably turned-on. occasionally indulging himself, keeping the banter going for as long as possible before taking the chance to palm himself when not another soul was around.

“s-sure?”

jayj looked at you when you showed a lack of enthusiasm, “you’know you can say no, right?”

“huh? what do you mean?”

“you seem a little — actually like’a lot unsure about going on’a date”

“yeah — well, do you really think it’s a good idea to go on a date? i mean, we don’t particularly get along… like at all”

hearing that your reasoning for not going on a date was it not being a good idea, instead of the latter, of you not being attracted to him was, rather, a relief to jayj.

a sudden surge of energy rushed through jayj, along with becoming visible, “yeah — no don’t worry about that… it will be amazing. a-and i will be a complete and utter gentleman. oh — and my friend, pope, his dad has this fancy ass restaurant that i can take you to. bet i could get us in for free, cause ya'know his dad is a motherfuck'n g"

hearing jayj at least attempt to clear up the problem that you presented him with, you felt like it was adequate enough to say yes to his offer, with confidence.

“sounds good! but… w-will you let me actually began studying?”

“oh, yeah, sure”, flustered, jayj stood up from his seat, skipping off, but not before laying a kiss on your cheek.

#jj obx imagine #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj outer banks #jayj maybank #pope obx #pope heyward #heyward #⋆ jj maybank fic ⋆#academicweapon!jj

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I just saw this tiktok video of what I believe is an Indian drama. I'm not 100% sure if it was a show or movie. I couldn't find the name on it. But in the video, it was described that a village made its money by selling off daughters to wealthy men for marriage. The female lead was the "ugly" girl (she was not ugly) who managed a side business off this main business by having the potential grooms see her first as their bride and then showing the real girl. Basically, helping with negotiations saying, "Hey, you could've gotten me, but instead, we have this gem here. Don't you think she's worth more?" After getting the higher bride price she takes her cut.

After watching, I said I could see Kate and Penelope making a small business doing this around the ton. Not to say they aren't beautiful, they are, and the girl in the original video was beautiful too. They just don't fit society beauty standards. Actually, side note now that I think about it canonically the only one of the wives who did was Sophie. Sophie was described to fit the ton's beauty standards to a t and would probably have been the incomparable/diamond of her debute season if she was born legitimate.

Anyway, Kate probably started it. For one reason or another, they couldn't wait for Edwina to debute, and Kate wasn't having a successful season, so she thought of a way to earn some money to help her family. It started as an accident, Kate was visiting a friend the same time negotiations were happening for her friend's engagement. Her friend has never met the lord, and two just so happened to walk by the room the negotiations were happening in. The lord saw Kate before her friend and assumed she was to be his bride. He was about to be outraged until her friend turned the corner. Things went much better for the bride to be in the negotiations after that.

Kate's friend apologized for the situation, but the wheels in Kate's head were turning. She didn't care all that much about being compared to her friend. Strangers loved to unpromptly compare her to Edwina when they were together and Kate couldn't really bring herself to care she has other things to worry about. But this new development, might work in her favor.

So Kate started offering her services to get brides to be better deals on marriage negotiations. First looks from arranged marriages she'll be in front and then show the real bride. Sometimes, be part of the negotiations by giving little reminders that hey, she is still in need of a husband, and if they want to pay less, then they can negotiate with her family. Sometimes, she didn't have to do anything besides sit next to the bride to be and just talk with her as a silent reminder. Kate also offered services such as attending balls with her clients and spreading word about bride's accomplishments. Kate would get her cut, which helped her family's financial situation longer, just long enough to get Edwina married.

A few years pass, and Kate is booked, possibly overly so. She has more and more parents there who wish for her to be part of the negotiations. There are so many that there is no possible way she can do them all by herself. Unless she gets a partner.

In 1813, Kate saw a miserable wallflower standing at the edge of one of the balls. That yellow dress did not do the poor girl any favors with her complexion, nor did the shape help with her curvy figure. Her poor red hair reminded Kate of an overdone poodle. She looked to be Edwina's age, and that made Kate's big sister instincts go off.

Introductions were made, and Kate learned the girl's name was Penelope Featherington. Kate learned the girl was rather smart and witty when she relaxed around you. She, like Kate, had a good head on her shoulders and it's a shame others don't see that.

Oh well, their loss is Kate's gain.

"Penelope, how would you feel about helping me with some business?" Kate asked one night at a ball. She had a negotiation to go to tomorrow and it would be an ideal time to take her new friend to get her feet wet.

Penelope looked up at Kate. "What kind of business?"

Kate took Penelope with her to the negotiations, and the deals doubled in favor of the bride.

Kate grinned the first time her friend participated in negotiations, raising deals much more favorably for the bride. By mid-season, Penelope will be ready to go on her own. Which will be good because next season, Edwina debutes. Kate will have to focus on her while Penelope takes on the majority of the negotiation calls. When Edwina is settled then Kate can fully jump back in. Which hopefully shouldn't be too hard, Kate knows Edwina will be popular, so it's just a matter of sorting the good men from the rakes. After that Kate can fully focus on her business.

It will all go according to plan.

#it will not go according to plan #bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #penelope featherington #bride negotiations au

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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The story

Summary: She's not going to let him down.

Pairing: TFATW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, Bucky feels not worth being loved, written in Bucky’s PoV, fluff

A/N: Inspired by the song “The Story” by Brandi Carlile. Lyrics are taken from the song.

Sequel to: Ruined

No one wants to hear my story. I get it. I’m a relic from the past most people want to forget about.

Why think about dark times and the monsters I worked for? Or what I had to endure.

Even my best friend, the man I considered my brother, left me to go back to better times.

Steve wanted to live the dream he believed he wanted. He didn’t care that I had to hold his hand when he died.

I’m stuck in this world, with my past hanging over me like a dark cloud. There is nothing I can do about it.

The only light in my life is her. She makes the world brighter, and my life bearable.

Sometimes I believe I’m not attractive enough for her. I have lines across my face, and scars litter my body and mind.

She’s perfect, looking like an angel. Every man turns their head when she enters a room. I always wonder why she chose me.

My girl left this perfect guy. He had it all. The looks, a shit-ton of money, and a good reputation. I can’t even hate him. It’s not his fault that my life got fucked up so bad that I can’t even sleep.

No wonder he fought tooth and nail and even played dirty to get her back. He spread rumors and lies about me, and Sam. Telling everyone we turned dark and tried to extort him.

Y/N refused to go back to him. She even sent the huge diamond ring I’ll never be able to afford back to him. My girl told him to fuck off and grow up.

Still, I hate the man I see in the mirror. He’s not the cocky man going to war, or dancing with the ladies.

I feel like my body and soul are scared so badly that I’m not going to heal. And I don’t mean my missing arm, and the pain I feel most days.

“Baby,” her soft voice brings me out of my thoughts. She breaks the endless circle of self-loathing once again. “Stop it right now.”

Y/N wraps her arms around my waistline from behind. She dips her head to look at me in the mirror. “I love you the way you are,” Y/N says and kisses the scar tissue around my metal arm. “There is not a single thing I’d change about you, baby.”

“Y/N,” I stare at the man in the mirror as she steps next to me to take my hand. “I—”

“Look again, B,“ she says. “For me. I want you to see the man I see.”

I exhale sharply and drop my gaze. It’s so hard to look at myself and like what I see.

“What do you see in me? I’m…no good.”

“Bucky, look again,” she squeezes my hand, holding it tightly. “Please…”

I lift my gaze, and oddly I see a different man.

All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am

The longer I stare at myself, the more I see.

I see the young man, full of dreams, who tries to lift his small and weak friend up.

I see the soldier, becoming a man during endless nights spent in fear of getting killed.

I see the prisoner, praying that the monsters capturing him end his life.

I see the man, freed of his shackles as his best friend became a hero.

I see the man fighting alongside Captain America. Brave and fierce.

I see the wounded man, torn apart and put back together by the enemy.

I see the Winter Soldier.

I see the man buying plums first thing after he escaped his handlers.

I see the man fighting alongside his best friend.

I see the man losing it all again.

I see the man finding love when he is about to give up.

“I’m nothing without you, doll. You helped me become this man too,” I dip my head to glance at my girl. “I want you to look at yourself too and see the woman I see.”

She smiles, and we look at the mirror again. Together.

But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true, I was made for you

“You came a long way, Bucky,” she says. “I know that there are still things you don’t want to talk about. But if you are ready, I’ll be here to hold your hand. Always.”

“Always.”

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #female reader #angst #fluff #The story

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angels-heap · 6 months

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I would love any advice you have for protecting yourself against covid in a work environment where no one else cares, because I’m in the same boat.

That really, really sucks, friend. As I said, I don't have all the answers, but here's what I've learned over the last few years and what's worked for me and my inner circle so far. Note that much of this advice will be US-centric because that's what I know best.

First, some light reading: This Covid Safety 101 flyer/infographic includes a ton of helpful info, and I've had some success using it as a conversation starter in my workplace. TL;DR: COVID is airborne, it's a SARS virus, its effects can be devastating, and your risk of Long COVID increases with each infection. We should all be taking steps to contract COVID as few times as possible and spread it as little as possible, with or without the support we should be getting from our public health institutions.

As for practical suggestions, many of them unfortunately cost a non-inconsequential amount of money because we live in a capitalist hellscape, but here are some things you can try, roughly ordered from least to most expensive.

Awareness: COVID is airborne!

A lot of folks, including people in the medical field (!!!) seem hesitant to believe/accept that COVID is airborne, even though this has been understood by researchers since fairly early on in the pandemic. Since most lingering "infection prevention" protocols focus on things like handwashing, disinfecting surfaces, and keeping a six foot distance from other people (all good for public health, but not particularly helpful for COVID), you'll need to gauge your own safety and comfort when around others.

As a general rule, if you're close enough to someone that you could smell their vape or cigarette smoke if they were engaging in such an activity, you're probably close enough catch COVID from them. Also, like smoke, COVID can linger in the air for a while after someone leaves a room. Adjust your habits accordingly and keep your mask on as much as possible (see below).

CPC Mouthwash and Nasal Sprays

I haven't had time to do a ton of research on these options, so take my recommendations with a grain of salt, but it sounds like there's some research coming out that suggests certain nasal sprays and mouthwashes containing CPC (Cetylpyridinium Chloride) may help neutralize viruses or block them from entering your body (or, at the very least, they may help reduce your viral load). I've been using Crest Pro-Health Clinical Rinse mouthwash before and after interacting with people for the last few months; I don't know how much of a role it's played in keeping me safe, but it might be helping, and even if it's not, it was cheap and my breath is always minty fresh. Here's some more info about nasal sprays, since I don't know enough about them to make any specific recommendations.

Testing

Keep a few rapid antigen tests on hand, if you can, but know their limits as a diagnostic or preventive measure, especially as new variants continue to evolve. My current understanding is that many new variants won't show up on a home test until day 3-4 of symptoms. What this means for you is:

Testing when you're completely asymptomatic and don't have any known recent exposures is probably not the best use of your resources.

If you have any unusual symptoms that might indicate illness, stay home (or wear a high quality mask, if you must interact with others). A negative test doesn't necessarily mean you're in the clear, and if you're sick, you can transmit COVID for several days before you test positive.

Swabbing your mouth and throat in addition to your nose (in that order, obviously) may increase the sensitivity of home tests.

Any sign of a positive test line counts as a positive! If the test line is very, very faint, that still counts.

If you feel sick, but your first test comes back negative, try again in a few days and keep testing periodically until you feel better and are no longer testing positive.

Vaccines

They're not perfect, and they won't get us out of this mess on their own, but if you have access to vaccines, get them. Any vaccine is better than no vaccine, but FWIW, I personally opted to get Novavax this year, after learning that it was the jab of choice for many COVID safety advocates and researchers. Pros of Novavax, specifically, include lower risk of side effects, possibly more durable immunity, and it's not an mRNA vaccine (great option for the vaccine skeptics in your life). But in the end, get whatever you can get.

Masks

If you're not already wearing an N95 respirator or similar, such as KN95, FFP2, KF94, etc., anytime you're indoors (or outdoors in a crowd), now's the time to start. One-way masking isn't perfect, but it's a lot more effective than no-way masking. As someone with a fairly petite face, I've had a hell of a time finding N95 masks that fit me. Through my many expensive mistakes, I have learned:

Avoid buying masks on Amazon, if at all possible. There are a lot of fakes out there.

If most masks fit you comfortably and you're comfortable wearing masks with headstraps (which tend to have a better seal than earloop masks), the 3M Aura is fantastic.

WellBefore sells masks in a variety of styles, sizes, and colors for affordable-ish prices. If you have a more petite face and have found that blue surgical masks and most N95s are huge on you, try their small or child sized masks.

BreatheTeq makes great masks in 4 sizes, and they sell a sample sizing kit for $7 + shipping to help you avoid wasting money.

Masks with headstraps generally form a better seal than masks with ear loops, but the most effective mask is one that you can/will actually wear semi-comfortably. Don't let perfect be the enemy of good. I've been wearing earloop masks for 3.5 years and have made it through multiple known exposures unscathed.

If you can afford to keep a few extra masks on hand to offer to colleages who have to be in your space, people who are coughing in public, or people who seem to be trying but they're still wearing inadequate surgical or cloth masks, do so. More often than not, people will take and wear them when offered!

Air Filtration

If we lived in a society that believed in public health and safety over profits, we'd have spent the last 3 years improving air filtration in public spaces. Alas, most places did not do this, so your next best options are as follows:

Open windows and prop doors whenever you can! Your goal is to keep fresh air moving through your space and minimize the amount of air that will be "re-breathed" by multiple people.

Build a Corsi-Rosenthal box with furnace filters and a box fan. Pros: Fairly cheap and easy to do; Cons: Boxes are large and can be loud. Some sites also provide instructions and/or sell kits to make smaller, more portable C-R boxes out of desktop computer fans.

Buy a HEPA air purifier (or 2, or 3), or try to get your workplace to shell out for one. While many brands sell small, portable purifiers that are around the size of a lunchbox, I would personally recommend that you buy the largest one you can afford. The smaller ones are probably better than nothing, but you really want a more room-scale solution, if possible. I've had good experiences with Medify Air and Coway air purifiers, but I'm sure there are other great brands out there as well.

If you buy an air purifier, you want one with a HEPA filter and without an ionizer, as ionizers aren't as helpful as the advertising would lead you to believe and they can pose health risks (ozone exposure, etc.).

Measuring Air Quality

If you can afford it, buy an Aranet 4 CO2 monitor. Yes, they're expensive, but I haven't heard of any cheaper products that compare in terms of accuracy or portability. (And they do occasionally go on sale on Amazon.) The Aranet 4 measures the concentration of carbon dioxide in the air around you. This reading is a great proxy for how much COVID might be in the air, and it can help you identify which areas of your home or workplace are the safest, and which ones would benefit the most from fresh air, an air purifier, or other safety measures.

#covid safety #covid #long post #god I hope I do not regret tagging this #I'm also probably forgetting important stuff but I know if I don't answer this tonight I won't get to it for 2 weeks #asks #anon

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drachenmagier · 1 year

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Hi! Saw your post about commissioners using AI as a skeevy way to get cheap fully-rendered art from artists (thank you for spreading the info btw! Deeply concerning the ways these AI programs are being used to make an already difficult field of work even harder 🥲).

But it also got me thinking a bit about TOS's and pricing your work, particularly commercial work... I'm in the process of preparing to open up for commissions for the first time in years myself, and was wondering if you had any advice/resources for putting together a professional looking TOS and figuring out how to handle commercial licensing? I know this stuff tends to be super regional, but it's so hard to find consistent information online on the topics 😞

I can only tell you how I handle it. :) For normal commissions, do feel free to copy whichever part of my TOS you think will work for you from my private commission info. If you're not Swiss, the last line on the page won't be usable.

A lot of doing art and illustration commissions is trial and error. I know it was for me. Tons of mistakes and hopefully not repeating them.

For pricing, a friend told me two things that stuck with me and helped deciding on prices since then.

First thing she told me is that exclusive rights for a simple caricature for a newspaper go for USD 800.- and up. Mind ya, she said that YEARS ago. And prices change. But if a simple black and white doodle goes for USD 800.-, don't sell exclusive rights to your full colour A4+ artwork for less.

If in doubt, don't sell your exclusive rights at all. Most clients don't need them and if someone tells you they will give you USD 25.- and a voucher for -10% off their own product for it, tell them to fuck off.

People will try. And you will learn to say no.

The second important pricing tip I got from said friend: decide on a price that makes it easy for you to let go. If you regret having sold it, the price was not high enough.

Most companies have their own contracts and their own price lists. It helps if you are able to adjust your work to their budget and deadline.

Read the contracts carefully, don't skim anything, only sign them when you understand them. Especially US-contracts have a lot of complicated looking clauses in them, like the Indemnification clause. If they tell you that a clause is just there and you don't need to understand it, you can sign the contract as it is: run.

Most clients won't actually need or even want exclusive rights, simple print licenses will be enough for them. A rough over-the-thumb minimum pay would be around CHF 200.- to 250.- per work day.

I will add a third point here:

If you really want something to exist and be a part of it, then do it. Have fun. We mostly regret the things we never tried and never did. And if you only do things for the money and don't get paid, it leaves you with nothing (my thanks to Neil Gaiman and his commencement speech "Make Good Art").

Some of my most amazing commissions were orders from people who couldn't pay a lot, but were awesome individuals with fantastic ideas. And I don't regret a second of the work I put into those commissions. But THAT is your decision. And purely yours. Don't let people tell you what to be exited about.

Maybe the thing you will be exited about is a kid that wants to pay you three shiny rocks for a drawing of their super hero princess cat wizard.

And you will make it the fucking best super hero princess cat wizard for one of the rocks, because you don't want the kid to have no shiny rocks anymore~. <3

#drachenmagier #artist help #advice #artists on tumblr #commissions #super hero princess cat wizard

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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i just can't get the Moonlight Thief Au ideas out on my mind its actually spreading fast like moss its taking half of my brain so here's another fic based on it hueueue

au credits to @jackplushie

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The Rose Ruby

(Moonlight Thief!Reader x Riddle)

Summary: Riddle have been assigned to guard a gemstone from another country to prevent you from stealing it but he didn't guessed you were after him instead. a tyrannical rose ruby is what you eye, what a great find.

Note: Reader might sound ooc but that's just because of the dialogue i wrote i hope you don't mind it ehehe

Riddle was anxious

the Moonlight Thief hasn't been catched ever since their first steal, being famous for their tricks and schemes they started to rise up with their fame yet they only leave notes and only have few photographs doing the stealing in action or escaping the minute the moment authorities arrived

you were truly mischievous

but this time, he will catch you he damn sure will

he didn't just became a police captain for the top position and following his mother's footsteps, he had became a police captain so he could catch you and make his mother even more prouder of him than now

truly, catching you became his top priority the moment he had achieved the position of police captain

you have managed to run around the hedges of his rose maze, like a sneaky little mouse, but he'll stop it now.

a expensive red beryl gemstone have been transported to the Seven Sage's City, it was to be delivered into another country and only staying at this city for temporary check-in

Riddle was assigned into the important task of guarding it, including the whole Heartslabyul troupe and leading them to catch you tonight.

it was theorized that the rare stone is going to be in your hands as soon as it arrived, of course news would get around since nothing expensive get past you lest a important imported stone from another country, if anything everyone knows you would likely to steal it

but he won't let that happen, tonight he would catch you once and for all, ending ll your mischiefs and crimes. he had called for backup incase the portion of guard would be too small and easy to escape for you

applying tons of rules to his troupe members, strictly lecturing them whole and perfectly shaping them to follow his laws. he had heard them slander him calling him awful and a tyrant but he didn't care it was all to catch you

he also added multiple security cameras, laser beams that automatically blares when somebody who doesn't have a police badge pass through, and the captain police himself guarding the precious stone inside alone .

don't you see Moonlight Thief? he was doing everything he can to catch you so why not just be kind and give yourself up to him

he would love to see you inside of an interrogation room, answering the questions of your true intentions of why you would steal important or expensive materials from rich people

you didn't have a pattern in your purloins, you ought to get whatever catches your eye even if it only sparkled a bit. everyone would be scared to brag about the expensive jewelries or accessories they own as long as your alias would be brought up to the room

they would want to protect it as if it's important more than their own lives, terrified of you taking the dearest item away from their money-greedy hands, why would that be? what was your real ambition? what is the real charm you hold to keep the greed and evil itself afraid of you?

he wishes to find out.

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in disguise of a police officer, you enter the room without problems and approached the young red haired man guarding the stone alone, smiling to yourself as you ask if this is where the gemstone is kept as he looked at you suspiciously

"go back to your position rookie." as the police captain he is, he glared at you with full distaste, clearly you were being disrespectful to your senior and leaving your assgined position didn't make it better, rule 345 said that "no rookie are supposed to leave on their on own unless they are ordered to", you need a scolding about following the rules in Heartslabyul when he is done with his current mission on catching the moonlight thi-

"Hmm sure, but can i ask you a question question?"

"Make it quick" Riddle replied stubbornly so

"have you heard about the Rose Ruby of the Queen of Hearts? he kind of caught my eye on my way here." you clasp your hands in glee hoping that he would know the answer

"Rose Ruby of the Queen of Hearts...?" Queen of Hearts? where have he heard that nickname before?

"son of a highest ranking chief officer of seven sages city." you were addressing his mother but your voice sounded dangerous making him alert.

"I'm talking about you, The smartest and tyrannical leader of the Heartslabyul Troupe Squad, The Rose Ruby, Riddle Rosehearts."

"wha-" before he could even say anything, you swiftly move towards him, carried him and crashes the glass of a window nearby as you jump off with Riddle on your arms

the sound of shattering glass alerted the guards outside of the building, looking at your way. the sight of the shattered fragments of the window glass and the Moonlight Thief carrying the red haired police captain while shining against the moonlight was fascinating and would be thought as romantic if the situation isn't considered as a kidnapping and a robbery crime

"HEY! CATCH THEM, THE MOONLIGHT THIEF PROBABLY HAS THE STUPID STONE!" one of the man shouted loud enough for you to hear, as you land they were running after you and firing shots whilst the others rushed to check your previous location.

after running around for a bit, successfully avoiding the bullets of firing guns behind you, and bearing the flailing Riddle on your arms repeating the words "let go of me!!" you have finally lost the men running on your tracks

after catching a few breaths, Riddle was still squirming on your hold, it annoyed you a little bit but carrying him like this is a fun way of teasing him

you lean down with still

"shh, look" you whisper to Riddle as you lean down on the bushes with him still in your arms, you both saw the black cars driving away from the lot fast that smoke and tire scratches on the ground appeared so visibly

"heh stupid idiots, that's not even the real thing" you mumble while grinnin with a stupid smug, Riddle's head lowered and his hand shifted near his waist

he took out to his gun and successfully pointed it to your chin in a threatening way

"put me down, back off, and put your hands in the air Moonlight Thief." His grey eyes and reddened face are filled with flaming rage you thought the moment he put his finger on the trigger he would shoot you with no hesitation

you sigh as you put him down and backed off a bit raising both of your hands in the air, his gun was still pointing at you so are his angry eyes.

a few moments of silence you decided to speak

"the backup you called are not backups, they were poachers like me who's after the stone" you said stretching your arms, Riddle was small and easy to carry but it still kinda strained you

"and they took the fake one and left." you smirked about those idiots who didn't even check close if the thing is real or not, it just really says how inexperienced the crooks nowadays

"no worries though, your whole troupe is safe on another building, they lead them there so they wouldn't have to deal with a lot of heartslabyul guys, their actual plan is to just take you out alone" Riddle shooked, he didn't even notice it, he was too focused on tactics on catching you he didn't become careful of his actions leading him to an dangerous situation

he clicked his tounge and sweat, seeing how panicked he is you felt a little pity for him, you move your hand down to your pockets as if reaching for something

"keep those hands up where i can see them or else you'll get it" you hesitate and looked at him raising your eyebrow, nevertheless you didn't let his threat stop you continued searching your pocket

by moving like that to Riddle you have already accepted your sentence and he pulled the trigger but instead of a bang it was just a click, no bullets were released or gunpowder to fire the bullets out

he was confused and repeatedly tried to pull the trigger again and again at you

"oh, were you looking for this?" his eye wide opened as your hand revealed several bullets of his gun

"can't have you shooting me so I'll take it okay?" you grasped it closed and put it back to your other pocket leaving Riddle's face still in shock

just when did you even had time to do that? your skills at stealing is impeccable he himself can't even believe it

your hand bump into something hard inside of your pocket and you brightened up

you take it out and throw it to Riddle who tried to catched it while trying not to stumble on the ground by doing so

the Red Beryl

the stone you were supposed to take

his bait on catching you and putting you on that prison cell

"why are you giving it back? didn't you want this?" Riddle gave you a look of confusion and uncertainty

"well, like i said i am not here for the red beryl" you said as you try to step closer to Riddle who tried to back away as you have stepped closer

"i was after the reddest rose ruby of the Queen of Hearts" you smile softly at him

"and I've completely stolen him haven't i?" he felt heat rush to his face revealing a red blush on his face as you said those words

are you really flirting at him at this type of moment!?

you chuckle as you torment the man in flustering, he clearly doesn't really know how to respond to your words

"I'm taking your bullets though, i don't want you shooting me if i return it after all and plus" you turn your back to him jumping on the highest prefecture you can reach

"even the tiniest fragment of the ruby is just as important as the ruby itself. I'll remember you with this--" you jump away from the scene leaving the young man stunned at your figure glossening at the moon

"my favorite ruby, Riddle."

OMAKE:

News Reporter: is it true that the Moonlight Thief isn't successful in stealing the Red Beryl because of you?

Riddle: huh...ah yeah not that they want it though they wanted m..me

News Reporter: huh?

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Heartslbyul troupe eating tarts and muffins: i feel like I'm forgetting something

another Heartslabyul police: maybe it's not important if you forget about it

Heartslabyul Troupe: Yeah you're right

*Riddle who's guarding the stone alone in another building about to be killed if it weren't for the Moonlight Thief*

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a/n: I LOVEEEE CAPTIVE PRINCESS X GENTLEMAN THIEF TROPE SO I DECIDED TO BASE IT ON THIS I HOPE YOU DONT MIND EHEHE (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

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i-write-hurt-not-comfort · 7 months

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@yuukanaazu hi there! thank u for your question, i would LOVE to talk about this. i've thought about this so much and i love the who Mukami backstory. i would like to disclaim i'm not a history expert but i've researched this a fuck ton. whilst a lot of the Mukami routes have bits of the Romanian history lore scattered around, the most lore comes from Ruki's MB but especially his LE, so i'm going to be using that as my main source.

putting this under a cut here because it's very long. TW for discussions of the Romanian orphan crisis.

so right off the bat in MB, we see Ruki clearly has this trauma surrounding something which happened in an eastern european nation, as seen in this manga panel when he's sitting in class and the teacher is talking about an outbreak of orphans.

although they don't SAY Romania, it's pretty heavily implied that it's Romania as this was where the infamous orphan crisis occurred and we know the Mukami's met in an orphanage. the REAL confirmation of what actually happened in Romania comes from Ruki's LE.

credit where credit is due, rejet did alright with the Romania lore. in the 1960s, Romania was under a dictatorship by Ceaușescu. Ceaușescu's socialist policies had Romania and its capital Bucharest in declining conditions. wild-spread poverty caused children to run away from home so there were already some children on the streets. Decree 770 was enacted in 1966 which banned abortion and contraception with the hope of population growth directly leading to economic growth.

Ruki's father was supposedly a politician during the time of Decree 770 being enacted. it is implied Karlheinz convinced Ceaușescu to impose Decree 770 to cause wide-spread casualties particularly in children and use these for ghoul experiments. Karlheinz also convinced Ceaușescu to impose higher taxes and embezzle public funds.

it's unclear exactly when Ruki's father was dismissed from his political position, but we see it happen in LE and he becomes an alcoholic. over the next few years, birth rates would increase substantially, especially over 1967, 1968 and 1969 when the policy was still knew. parents who were unable to take care of their children gave them up to orphanages. by 1977, parents were taxed for being childless. potentially this is when Ruki's father dies and they all enter the orphanage.

children ran away from home due to parents being overloaded with children and poverty stricken. by the 1980s, conditions in the orphanages had significantly declined. Ceaușescu was killed in December 1989. supposedly, Kalrheinz was assassinated at the end of the revolution too, and was hung in public, but his corpse disappeared.

conditions in the orphanages were as follows:

Children did not have access to food, water, medicine or basic needs

Many were not educated and were illiterate

Hygiene was below standard and sexual assault common

HIV/AIDS spread throughout orphanages particularly in the 1980s

Military run orphanages often saw violent child abuse

Children self-harmed and abused aurolac, a type of paint inhaled as a solvent (commonly distributed around Bucharest during this period right through to common times)

Gangs were formed inside and outside the orphanages which led to further violence

There weren't enough beds

Some children were sold off as slaves for money or to be abused (Kou is an example of this)

Disabled children were sent to special places and were treated the worst

the Mukami's lore is mostly implied from theories, and the bullet points i'm about to drop are only my perspective. though it is based off canon events.

here, we are going to assume the timeline matchup or make some kind of sense…

it DOES kind of make sense if you imagine the Mukami's to be born in 1966/67 due to the abortion ban

thus they would be around age 10-11 in 1977 when they all entered the orphanages

obviously the orphanages were overcrowded by this point in time, hence the conditions were so bad

Azusa was at the orphanage first and when Ruki arrived, he followed him around

Ruki was creeped out at first but eventually came to see Azusa as a younger brother

then Ruki meets Kou when he's in the middle of trying to kill himself and calls him a loser

Yuma joined the orphanage last, and became friends with everyone after meeting Kou in the punishment cell

so the order is Azusa, then Ruki, then Kou, and then Yuma

Ruki

Ruki's father was a politician… until he wasn't

when Decree 770 was enacted, he turned into an alcoholic and began abusing Ruki's mother

it's explained in Ruki's LE Maniac Epilogue and it's a bit vague but I do think the implication is that Ceaușescu imposing higher taxes (potentially the childless tax in 1977) is what caused Ruki's father's dismissal

this means Ruki was a baby when Decree 770 was first enacted but he was pampered so he didn't know that was going on in the real world

1977, Ruki's father was fired then committed suicide, his mother had an affair and ran off, and Ruki entered the orphanage

he was beaten up a lot for being an ex-aristocrat

Kou

Kou was born to an aristocratic family but they were exiled when he was still young

(i headcanon his parents being from another country, possibly Italy considering his name was Emilio)

he was off-handed to a nanny but she abandoned him when he was young

she potentially abandoned him due to having to care for too many orphans (early 1970s)

kou spent most his childhood on the streets, at which point he was shown to beg for food and money

he exchanged this (IN CANON!!) for aurolac (which i write about here)

eventually he was taken into the orphanage, right when some army officers shot some people in front of him

there he was sold off to aristocrats, aka slavery, and gouged out his eye

continued using aurolac in the orphanage

Yuma

i will assume he ended up in Bucharest around mid-1970s

his farming family in the village which burnt down was poor due to socialist policies and higher taxes

he was in a gang as the name Bear and was one day thrown into the orphanage when everyone else was shot

his leader Lucks had been shown to be prostituting himself to get money for the gang

Yuma steals food from the orphanage and got into a lot of fights due to people insulting his gang

Azusa

Azusa was raised by Romani people

it isn't clear whether he was born into a Romani family or whether he was born accidentally and abandoned and then taken in by the Romani people

i personally headcanons the former

he was weak compared to everyone and Justin, Melissa and Christina beat him up a lot

one day they were killed for burglary and Azusa cried

then he passed out in front of a shop and was sent to the orphanage

he enjoys getting beaten up at the orphanage and that's when he meets Ruki

i am sorry that this is SO LONG. if you made it to the end, thank u and congratulations. i love this lore. if you want it saved somewhere, i have it all here (+ more information).

#ask #or well a reply #diabolik lovers

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destinyc1020 · 13 days

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Sunday Confession: I totally agree with the statement about law. I love their relationship but I think Z feels safe with Law maybe even a little codependent . I wish she would do a couple of events with other stylists just to stay fresh, keep us guessing a little. Also I want her to ease up on Darnell a bit too , let him spread his wings a little more ,maybe take a small role apart from her if he wants to. His challengers press tour has been so cute and he seems really excited.

They definitely have a very close bond, and there's nothing wrong with that. They've both protected each other, and in this crazy (and racist👀) industry, it's GOOD to have people around you that you can fully trust.

I don't mind their friendship and collaboration. But would it be cool to see what another stylist could do with Z as their canvas?? Oh yea, for sure! I do wonder if Law would get hurt though. It might hurt his feelings. He seems to be....what's the word?.... a tad sensitive as an individual, and easily offended lol. 👀 Not sure why I get that vibe/read on him lol, but that's the vibe he gives of....to ME. 😅

So, I doubt Z would ever do that. She cherishes her relationship with Law too much. She's VERY loyal. RE: Darnell.... Y'all need to STOP feeling sorry for Darnell lol, like, SERIOUSLY. 😅 The man is living his BEST life, has free room and board in a MANSION, makes GOOD money, lives in sunny California, travels around the world, gets to meet TONS of celebrities and rub shoulders with awesome people in the industry, and doesn't ever look like he's ever upset with his job or "Hurting" for anything lol. I would GLADLY trade places with Darnell in a heartbeat, okay lol? 😅

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dollsonmain · 6 months

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I'm trying really hard to not spend money that I don't need to spend unless it's something that will absolutely make life easier for me like considering switching to the disposable toilet brush for a mostly unused toilet.

But.

There are other things that would help me a lot down in the basement with storage and organization, like a big rack of holding bins for things that I'm planning to sell.

Right now the boxes of Barbies are just strewn around the floor, taking up a ton of space. The other things I have already set aside to sell are laid out on that closet door over some inaccessible bins. That would work better if it were storage racks, and being able to store things vertically would clear out more floor space.

I would like to get a handful of racks like these:

But those are kind of pricey. And ugly.

But I could spread out the ponies and things on the shelves and put boxes or bins to hold things. It would be ugly, but much more functional.

.... I could afford the two pack I think. But that would require me finding a place for the stuff that's underneath the closet door, which is 4 enormous plastic bins full of very heavy things that came from That Guy's grandparents' estate and technically belong to his sister, and a bunch of my BJD boxes and shippers.

I'm not opposed to plastic, but pony feet like to dissolve things, and I do need them to be flat so none of that plastic grating stuff.

#tiffysdollroom

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purpleprincessonfyre · 1 month

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I've missed talking about my partner in Crime Solving on here so I'm gonna share the story of the one time @finlayholmes and I went on vacation and it turned out very badly. It is a long one but here's Part One for now. Enjoy!

Felton & Holmes: Murder in Paradise

"I can't believe you agreed to this!"

"I can't believe I said 'yes'."

Muttered Finlay Holmes, already regretting everything. After being very gently told they should take a break by Francis the butler, Liane had taken it upon herself to plan a vacation for her and Fin. No cases, no trouble, no worries. Except for the fact he was taking Liane with him, there was really nothing to worry about. Which only narrowed it down minutely. As they stepped off the plane in LAX, Liane squealed, lowering her sunglasses, almost knocking Fin over with her large sunhat.

"Could you perhaps not be a walking road obstacle to your fellow passengers?"

"Hey you were the one who wanted to fly commercial instead of calling My-"

"Let me remind you that we do not need Mycroft to get around. We got here perfectly fine on our own."

"Alright. Now cmon, we gotta grab a cab so we can get to our hotel!"

"Why didn't we bring Francis?"

"Because he needs a vacation too. Now relax! I can tell you're kinda nervous and whatever but I've been to LA tons of times, there is nothing to fear. A little sun won't kill you!"

Fin glared at her for that. He had spent the whole flight lecturing her about skin cancer and the dangers of UVA and UVB. He lowered his own sunglasses to emphasise his point. Liane rolled her eyes.

"Stop that. Okay so it could kill you but like if you're protected and yknow you don't just wallow in it then it can do you good! Vitamin D, freckles, and it helps keep acne at bay."

"Which magazine told you that?"

"...Cosmopolitan."

"Exactly."

"Finny! We just got here, just trust me for once." She said, holding out her hand to him, inviting him to join her. Reluctantly, he took her hand in his and a grin spread across her face and she pulled him through the airport excitedly, heading for the luggage carousel and picked up their bags. Liane's luggage came off the conveyor, all in white and gold with embossed lettering on the side. Meanwhile Fin pulled a dark duffel bag off the conveyor and tightened the straps of his rucksack as they headed for the taxi rank.

"Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"My luggage, my choice. There better be smart clothes in there if we go for dinner."

"There's A smart outfit in there."

"Good enough for me. TAXI!" Liane yelled, waving down a large cab as Fin clenched his ears.

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Liane flopped down on her bed, sighing happily. She'd finally dragged Fin to the sunshine state. It felt good to win. She waited patiently for him to emerge from the washroom as she'd instructed him to change out of his usual attire in favour of actually feeling the sun on his skin.

Liane had arrived dressed for the weather, wearing a soft cotton playsuit in lavender purple paired with gold strappy sandals, a white lace cover up over the top paired with her enormous sunhat and her signature pink heart-shaped sunglasses, her large beach bag slung over her shoulder stuffed with sunscreen, drinks, money, snacks, makeup and her selfie stick.

"Cmon, show me! I wanna go to the beach!"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Fin!"

"Alright." Fin stepped out of the washroom dressed in black denim cut offs turned into long shorts, a faded ACDC tshirt, sneakers and had a grey bucket hat on his head. Liane squealed and hugged him tight, making him instantly regret everything and everyone. This was a common occurance for Fin, most often felt whilst with Liane, his trusty detective partner.

"You look great!"

"I don't love the hat."

"The hat stops your black-like-your-soul hair from burning. You. Are welcome."

"So, beach?"

"Beach! Venice beach to be precise."

"Can I bring a book?"

"Sure. But you are going in the sea at least once."

"Deal."

Fin grabbed a book from his book and also noticed Liane slipping a fantasy novel into her bag as well which made him smile. They left the hotel and headed towards the beach and set down towels on the sand to mark their territory. The sand was soft and golden meanwhile the skies were a bright blue, the skyline almost matching the sea as they approached the bay. Liane smiled, gazing around happily. Fin squinted in the sun and quickly set himself down on the sand by the rocks, leaning on the stone as he pulled out his book.

Liane didn't hesitate she tugged off her outerwear, revealing a white bathing suit and ran into the sea to let the waves lap over her before taking a swim. Fin watched her for a while before starting to read his book, glad to see her enjoying herself before settling on the sand to read. He had to admit it was rather pretty here, a little noisy but he could easily tune that out.

After having swam in the sea for a while Liane came running back, her blonde hair in wet curls on her shoulders as she approached Fin.

"Finny! It's so good in there, it's warm but it's also refreshing? Just one dip, I promise I won't splash you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Cmon just get your feet wet! You won't melt."

Once again she was holding out her hand invitingly. There was something about that gesture that Fin just couldn't refuse. He sighed, putting down his book and followed her out to the sea, dipping his toes into the water. It was nice like she said but he wasn't going to admit that. She was smiling and that's all that mattered. As he waded in deeper he realised he was actually enjoying himself.

"I told you!"

"What?"

"Don't give me that, you like it! I knew it!"

"Alright fine. Yes I do."

"Yeeeee! This is amazing! I've finally got you to have fun my way!"

"Don't push it Felton, any splashing and I am out of here."

"I heard you the first time."

After they'd spent time in the water and Liane had resisted splashing Fin, they made their way back onto the sand laughing and having fun. Fin rarely let his guard down but now it was just him and Liane having fun together with no Sherlock, Watson or Mycroft he didn't feel that pressure to be serious and unfeeling.

As the sun started to lower in the sky and the tide was coming in, they packed up their things and headed back along the road towards the hotel, getting ice cream on the way. Fin offered to pay and bought them both soft serve in a cone to enjoy on the way back to the hotel, the sound of sirens coming from the distance.

But as they got closer the sounds of sirens got louder and they saw the police cruisers parked outside the hotel. Fin dropped Liane's hand and started towards the hotel a bit faster, his crime sense tingling. Or at that's what Liane called it. Liane called after him, chasing him in her strappy sandals as they approached the front entrance and saw what all the fuss was about.

Fin saw a body splayed out in the lobby, a pool of blood around their head as they lay there limply. Liane finally caught up and Fin held out his arm to keep her back as she approached the crime scene. He was deep in thought. Liane gasped, covering her mouth as fellow guests gathered, muttering and gasping in shock as they saw the body.

A woman cried out, running down the stairs to the body but was held back by police. Liane lowered her sunglasses, seeing the look in Fin's eyes. She could already see the gears turning in his mind as he examined the body. She had not planned for this scenario. But if you aren't the killer then you never really plan for a murder, do you?

"Looks like you got your wish after all, Holmes."

Thanks for reading!

Note: Finlay Holmes is an original character based on the BBC Sherlock series, the character belongs to @gcthvile. Liane Felton is also an original character that belongs to this blog and the creator @missstrawbs2001 who runs this blog. Do not steal these works or use their likenesses without permission.

Tagging: @jackiequick @gcthvile @cherrysft @blueboirick @meiramel @askstevella @ask-missparker @ask-starrk @therealdaydreamstark @thechoooooosenone @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes @missstrawbs2001

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madcowmagic · 2 years

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🌸PICK A PICTURE🌸

I've been seeing these around a ton and I like em so I figured I'd do one to practice reading for others! FYI, this is gonna be a long post. Have Fun!

For entertainment only;

⭐Yellow⭐

Rn you feel as tho you are not being seen and appreciated as much as you could be. You may wanna take a look in the mirror and ask what could be hindering you and rid yourself of anything shady so you can express yourself as freely as possible. You've been quite cold and detached lately, working a lot to assure your finances are stable but in the meantime you're neglecting yourself and pushign down your feelings. Take this time to really immerse yourself in what you love, follow your passions and they may bring you the free expression you've been needing.

🔮Purple🔮

Decisions, decisions. It feels like your life compass is broken rn cuz you just can't figure out where you wanna go, what you wanna do, and who you wanna be (or be with). Some of your relationships are up in the air rn and you're not seeing eye to eye. There's an apparent lack of connection and trust between you and them, and you worry that even if tou win, you may end up still stuck in the same stagnant place as before. You need to weigh your options; is winning gonna truly be best for both of you in the end or do you just want the victory?

🌊Blue🌊

There has been a lot of competition around you, sometimes involving you. You know logically that if you are being competed with it means you have things worth fighting for and people see you as a worthy rival however you are feeling quite anxious and wondering if you really are as capable as others seem to think you are. But remember, you are strong and this cycle will pass. Life is full of cycles, and this is just another one. Look back on those who have supported you in the past and reflect on how far you've come. Fate has a way of working out and as intimidating as all of this is, you have the strength to pull through.

🌷Pink🌷

Heartbreak. Rejection. Pain. You've had it all. And somehow you still manage to hold compassion for others. Just be sure you don't take on others emotions, your heart mends over time but you can only fix something so many times before it's no longer the same as it was before. Supergluing the pieces back in makes it harden over time. You need to lean into the pain. Feel it. Cry it out. Be kind to yourself, you cant operate without regular rest. Your body and mind need to co-operate and be in sync to work best. Take time to recharge both so you can be your best every day.

💸Green💸

A setback you had recently is causing you to have some anxiety about your current career situation. Youve been putting a lot of hard work into your passion, it was never about the money. This is just a minor delay tho, keep being persistent and patient and you will have built the foundation for your financial freedom. However you do need to address the current money dip and what caused it, so accept help when it comes and research ways to build yourself back up and make sure this won't happen again. This isn't permanent and you can get back to a stable income. You may have to step outside your comfort zone to do it, but you see the bigger picture and are willing to put in the effort to make it work!

🏵Orange🏵

You do need a little structure in your life but you high-key hate being told what to do. Are you gonna bend to the rules or go off on your own and be your own boss? You tend to put others needs above your own so being your own boss would give you the freedom to make your own schedule so you're not spreading your energy everywhere and wearing yourself out. You want to start a new hustle! You dream of finding an art or a career that you really love and work at it so you can look back and be proud of how far you've come, but you can't seem to find any inspiration right now. Once you find it, the task at hand will feel very overwhelming and may be hard to push yourself through but persevere and you will eventually make it to a place where you are fulfilled and living by your own rules!

⭐ 🔮

🌊 🌷

💸 🏵

Thanks for reading you guys! I had fun making this for y'all. I did a mix between tarot and intuitive messages to piece it all together. Hope y'all had fun!

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Boo's Dollhouse

Chapter 1: Pumpkin Bae

Tamera Leigh-Buschall aka Boo was 36 when she inherited 21,545 square feet of Texan mansion from her late husband Larry Buschall. In his will, she was the sole beneficiary. She got it all and his three kids got nothing. No one liked Larry Buschall, he was a self loathing upholder of white supremacy, mean, bitter, and corrupt.. but he was stinkin rich and weak for female company. Boo had to be his nurse, his secretary, and his empty headed porn star. The corporate shark and multimillionaire was 75 when he finally croaked.

Three years living and riding on top of the foul mouthed tyrant funded Boo's self-made business, run out of her home with a team of creative young women in her employment who knew how to have fun while making her a ton of money.

"It's time ladies," she announced to the lounging women in her budoir. "Move out. Our first customer of the day has arrived."

Boo wouldn't tell them who it was for the sake of client anonymity, only that he was male and paying for a complete experience. Only Boo and the chosen sex worker could know the identity per NDA.

Boo and her security team were the only ones standing at the front door waiting, Boo wearing a pumpkin head with two mimosas in hand, one for herself and one for the client.

The shiny black rolls royce rolled into the driveway and parked near the front door of the mansion with Shawnee, the black-suited driver walking around to open the back door. Out stepped the 6'3 slim yet athletic frame of a man in a light grey jogging suit, green socks, and sneakers with a Scream mask overlapping awkwardly with his hoodie. The fall morning air was nippy and orange leaves blew on the stone path. He made it to the door and accepted the glass.

"Boo?"

"Ahh! ..Come in."

He snorted and she stepped back allowing him to take in the festive trappings of the foyer decorated by her and the dolls themselves while she sipped her mimosa. It was gothic chic and Hollywood classic horror opposed to Party City. Still, they had to keep the webs stretched across the walls and signature black spiders. There were arrangements of black burning candles and black lanterns. The entire place smelled feintly of vanilla. He turned to the skull full of complementary condoms and the trick or treat bucket of candy and mints, looking back for permission. A proper southern gentleman.

"Help yourself!"

Boo shuffled in her fuzzy pink slippers to a folded leg position on the living room couch. It was a waiting room she used to further interview clients in a comfortable manner. 9:30 AM was entirely too early to start off with a tour. The girls deserved a little grace, space, and time to get their bearings.

"Talk now, tour later," she patted on the couch for him to sit. He sat.

"Oo.. this is good," he frowned from his first sip of fresh mango pineapple mimosa. He had to lift the bottom of the mask to drink. "Nice pumpkin head," he gestured wide.

"Like I like it. The head gotta be big." She picked up her appointment book. They hadn't set a time for him to leave the premises which meant he could stay and spend money. She turned to a listing of the girls by photo and showed him the two-page spread of glamour shots. "So what's ya type?"

"Damn. Already? Well I always say the blacker the berry..." That ruled out the Israeli girl, the Puerto Rican, and the Korean. "Preferably slim thick," his hands curved. That ruled out a few more. "Athletic. Long hair," he stared at Boo's photo. She watched him through the eye slits in her pumkin head. "Real tall.. WNBA Tall."

She clapped the book closed. "You tryna fuck me?"

"All five foot ten inches."

"Ooh," she whispered leaning in. He smelled like Tom Ford. He'd done his smell good routine and was ready. "Say less I've seen Watchmen." She popped up not spilling a drop, her drink raised high. She pulled him by the front of his grey hoodie. "Don't spill nothing on my floor.. Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, I could eat. Where all the women?"

"Enjoying their morning, you'll see some of them when I give you the tour."

Boo lead the 6'3 client up one of the two grand staircases toward her entertainment suite. This was a dim and elegantly designed room with gothic glam touches. A squared stage was on the far wall decorated like a pumpkin patch with a pole in the middle. A nook with a fullsize bed was to the left as well.

"Look at that," he pointed at the large jack-o-lantern with smoky fog coming from its gaping mouth. She closed the door and sat him at a short dining table and matching southern gothic style chair placed adjacent of the stage.

"Interested in some hookah, Yahya?"

"Definitely."

She offered a selection while she made a call to the kitchen. The Ghostface mask was finally off and in his lap as he smoked the area into a cloud, getting loose like he was at a warm cafe.

"I feel like I'm in a gentleman's club," Yahya exhaled, smoke rising up. "I feel like a king." Boo's hand swept his cheek and held his face sucking up smoke in a shotgun that left him staring.

"You are. Enjoy yourself. Let me handle everything."

He closed his eyes and let the clouds overtake him while he rested. When kitchen delivered, Boo sat the plate of pancakes with banana and creme fraiche in front of her client and watched his deep brown eyes alight with childlike satisfaction.

His senses were being engaged and to a playlist of Brent Faiyaz and Giveon. She left her slippers and took the stage, twirling in her pink satin pj's around the centered pole in a fluid, consistent, and practiced manner while he hummed and moaned enjoying gourmet pancakes and soothing hookuh unrushed. There was no reason for Boo to rush, the cashier was trained as a receptionist and the next client wasn't scheduled until 12.

Yahya watched Boo carefully as she danced, her mile long legs like a stretch of highway on display for his eyes only. He followed her stems all the way up to the sexiest parts concealed by her short shorts. It was left for him to imagine and he loved not seeing it off the bat. Especially when she stretched and put her leg up by her head, it sent blood to the organ between his thighs.

Legs were his weakness. Her long slender legs teased him with their fit and athletic feminine nature. She kept up with her workouts and worked for those legs. They were shiny, hairless, and free of blemish. Her calves were shapely and in good proportion. When she stood on her toes the gentle toned musculature was apparent. It wasn't too much. There was something about a beautiful and slim fit woman's legs to Yahya. They were sensual in a subtle way, sneaky in their appeal. Only other leg men would truly appreciate what he was seeing and understand why he preferred super tall slim thick women. He could feel the blood rushing to his growing erection and he blew his smoke at the stage enjoying his private dance.

A classically trained ballerina on a pole, Boo was smooth and at ease in a zone working through a comparatively low intensity routine under the music.

"Bravo," he blew.

She ran with his fetish, surrounded by fog and flexing the length and strength of her legs, doing scissor sits and jamilas. She mixed in her carousels, knee spins, and sunwheels.

"Magic City," he muttered.

She remained upright to keep her pumpkin head on, semi blinded, but strong in muscle memory. He chuckled when she paused her spins to work in a low pulsing twerk on beat.

"I know you dance, Cadillac."

"Girl... Don't start me up."

She glanced back invitingly.

Yahya was on the stage of pumpkins in seconds isolating his hips on rhythm. He sat her pumpkin head among the others, lifting her chin. Between her beauty, her body, and the way she moved it was no wonder the old sugar daddy left her everything.

He sandwiched her between two poles, the one she swung on and the one in his lap, slow grinding to Loose Change.

"Big maaan," she smiled feeling his lips on her ear and his full and sensitive hard-on pressed against her.

"Mhm." He became a leach on her kneck, his hand in her shorts grabbing the fat cat with his manicured middle fingers inside. "You like my hand around your neck baby?"

"Mm, yess," she moaned in bliss feeling him choke her. She threw her hands over his neck and relaxed letting him bring her to orgasm.

When he picked her up with ease, she wrapped her long feminine and statuesque legs around his waist gripping him until he placed her on the bed. She flipped onto her stomach and arched letting him peel away away at the layers.. her pj shorts and cartoon jack-o-lantern panties.

It was his turn to strip taking it all off until he was leaning nude on the bed, fresh clean and well man-scaped.

His tongue went up her thigh finding it butter smooth, supple and firm. He replaced her panties with kisses on her cheeks which were smooth and perfectly round like a peach with a healthy youthful bounce. He stuck his face between using his thumb to rub her labia open and her clit while she held her own cheek back. His tongue did the rest.. long sweeping strokes and gentle sucks with extra saliva that nearly made her extend his hour with her just to keep getting this tier of head. She didn't have time.

"Come show me what that dick do or does it hang to decorate your balls?"

He ripped open a blue condom he pulled from the skull and covered his length, rubbing the tip on her clit, sliding up and inside.

She drove her ass back, swallowing his length and bouncing off his hips. He fucked her back. The bed began to tremble with their force. Their bodies collided. Boo planted her elbows and threw her lower half on rhythm to the music.

"Fuck this pussy back. Fuck this pussy back."

He grabbed her by her hair ready to make her see stars, but again no time. She pushed him off, pulling him beneath her as she put a leg over his shoulder to fuck him from on top, bouncing while his toes curled and his eyes squeezed shut. The bed continued to shake to the degree that it didn't seem normal. They both felt it, like an earthquake, but Boo ignored it. She turned and squatted to a reverse cowgirl position, bouncing some more until he conceded with a long hiss. She blew on two imaginary guns and reholstered them. His time was up and he was swallowing like he needed water. She didn't have the time to give him another hour to manhandle her like he wanted, she had to clean up and prepare for 12. Plus, there was still the tour.

"Stay there, don't move."

Her coffin-nailed finger stopped him in his tracks. All clients were spoiled with a fluffy hot towel and soapy wipedown. She pulled him up to his feet and dressed him in a clean white terrycloth robe, new white socks, and his Scream mask. She herself wore the second terrycloth robe with her slippers.

She called her live in maid to tidy up the room, folded his sweatsuit, and handed it to him then escorted him through her Houston mansion excluding her personal wing where she slept and did her personal business. She showed him the kitchen, the various common rooms. A picture fell.. the picture she'd hung to replace the commissioned portrait of the late Larry Buschall. He loved his damn picture there and every day Boo looked at it she wanted it gone. When he died she replaced it with something visually attractive, a piece of art that matched her decor. She looked at the picture on the floor, rolled her eyes, and kept leading Yahya to the theatre room which boasted twenty generous seats and a big screen with surround sound.

"Who left the speakers on," she sighed when they both heard the feedback.

In the wine cellar, she poured him a splash of her favorite 1992 vintage red wine for taste. She was right to think he'd appreciate it.

Next to show him was the dance hall, the gym, the basketball court, and the grotto-style swimming pool. He took his robe and mask off handed it to Boo to get a running start. She watched him cannonball into the deep water with a big splash and climb back out, running soaked and grinning like a child.

"We wild baby! We FERAL!"

"Boy put ya mask on!" She redressed him like a mama, fixing the robe on him. His socks were soaked through. "Look at you, follow me."

She led him to the shower room and left his clothes with him so he got the hint. He came out fifteen minutes later dressed and grabbing at her waist.

"What do you say we go for a spin on the dance floor. I'll teach you some new moves."

"We still got one more place to visit sir."

"Excuseee me," he smiled.

She brought him to the register.

"This is where I show you your total."

It was a place where he could get a look at his bill so it wouldn't be a surprise when they took his money. She watched him read over the itemized receipt. Hookah session, breakfast, and an hour in Boo's suite at Boo's rate which was the highest rate of all the dolls.

Yahya looked at the number and nodded retracting the comment that never left his lips. The service was worth the dollar amount. She smiled. "Come back anytime."

"Now," he smirked.

"Baby a bitch is busy running a business, try next week, Tuesday if you're looking for soon." She adjusted his hood over the black fabric of his mask. He followed her back to the front of the house and lingered for a minute. She pulled him by his hoodie strings and rubbed his chest through the fabric. "You're welcome back. Just make sure you don't forget me.."

She backed him out of the front door and the black Rolls Royce waiting. "I'll think of you!" Boo blew a kiss.

Shawnee closed Yahya in and he was still looking back wistfully at the house as the car drove away to drop him back at his own car.

Finally she could focus on getting ready for the 12 o'clock client and she could get some brunch.

"How was it," Kitty came around the corner in black lingerie and heels, being noisy.

"Y'all can come out," Boo turned watching a group of women come from hiding.

"I was waiting, I thought he was gonna choose me or Honey," Angel collapsed on the white sitting room cushion jumping at the disembodied voice that wretched at her.

"Get yo goddamn monkey feet off my seat ya pie-faced nappyheaded semon demon. Ain’t ya mammy never taught ya ta respect furniture that ain't yo's. In here acting like a damn fool.. ALLA' YAS!"

"Shut UP," Boo scowled. "'Fore I start burning shit.. And I like this couch.."

Angel laughed. The girls had gotten used to the ghostly outbursts of old nasty Larry Buschall. He was all bark and no bite post-mortem. If a customer heard it, the dolls knew what to do. They'd pass it off as a speaker or a prank. No one in the house was truly afraid.

"Now I'm going to eat and I better not hear nothing else," Boo bitched the air with her finger. "..That's what the fuck I thought," she muttered.

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🤍 Van's POV 🤍

"We both need a pound for the Christmas raffle... and we can't wear our uniforms today, it's Christmas jumper day!"

"You burnt the toast AGAIN! Ughhh I can't eat it!"

"I want braids today Daddy, Maisie said she's going to wear braids and we said we were going to match!"

It's going to be one of those days, I can just tell. My head's spinning and it's not even 8am yet. I gulp the dregs of my tea down and turn to face my children. How can two such angelic beings be so goddamn exhausting?

"C'mon kids, go easy on me, one at a time," I smile weakly at them, digging into the pocket of my skinny jeans and coming out with a handful of fluff. "Damn it, I've not got any change on me... who carries loose change these days anyway?"

"Mummy always does... she has everything we need!" Leo pipes up, his gap-toothed grin faltering as his big sister elbows him harshly in the ribs. "Oww!"

"Hey, hey, what was that for?" I swiftly turn to Grace and she offers me nothing but a shrug. "Gracie... c'mon..." I glare at her pointedly and her little face eventually creases into a sheepish frown, her voice quiet and tentative when she finally speaks.

"I told Leo not to say that stuff about mummy... you know... about how she looks after us better."

Ouch... that stings. I must visibly wince as Grace jumps down off the breakfast bar stool and immediately flings her arms around my waist. "I didn't mean it daddy, I didn't mean it to sound like that. You're the best daddy there is! You're just as good as mummy, you're just different, you do stuff in a different way, that's all."

That's one way of phrasing it...

"It's okay angel, I know what you mean," I sigh, planting a soft kiss in her parting, stroking her hair. "I'm trying my best honey, I really am."

"I know you are daddy."

Leo jumps down too, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity for a cuddle and I envelope him as well, all of us glued together in a big family bear hug in the middle of the kitchen.

"I'll call in to the corner shop on the way to school and get you some change. We don't have Christmas jumpers but Leo... go and grab your felt tips, we can make our own. And Grace... go get your brush, I'll see what I can do."

The kids break away and I run my hands through my hair, taking a deep breath. I'd never imagined that having children would be quite so challenging and relentless, but then again I'd never signed up for this.

Having kids was always my end goal of course, it was my ultimate wish come true, a culmination of everything that I'd worked towards and hard for. I'd been saving for as long as I could remember, squirrelling away a portion of money from touring before we even got signed in preparation for this part of my life. It was supposed to be a good life, a better life. It was supposed to be more meaningful... and it was. I loved them so much it fucking scared me sometimes. It's just that whenever I envisioned this picture-postcard idealised dream I wasn't doing it alone. I was always with somebody, it was a partnership. I was doing it alongside the woman I loved... the mother of my children.

"What are we gonna do with these?"

Leo's enquiring voice breaks me out of my troubled thoughts and I see him standing there holding his pack of brightly coloured felt tip pens aloft.

"You'll see... c'mon take this off." I scoop him up to sit on my knee at the kitchen table, helping him to shrug out of his school uniform jumper. "We don't need no shop-bought naff Christmas jumpers, we'll make our own. They'll be just as good... nah... actually they'll be better... miles better. Now what d'ya want? Santa? Rudolph? A Christmas tree?"

"Rudolph!" Leo laughs, watching me as I spread his jumper out on the table and reach for the pens. "With a big red, shiny nose!"

"Mummy's not going to be happy with you doing that."

I can actually hear my ex-wife's stern tone in my daughter's voice and I can fully imagine the roasting I'll be getting later for ruining the kids' school uniforms. I figure that I'd rather incur her wrath and have two happy children though. It's not like I need to worry about appeasing her anymore, not now that fucking boyfriend of hers has moved in and they're playing happy families. The thought makes my throat feel tight but I swallow down the lump that's arisen, trying to focus instead on the things that I do actually have control over.

"Don't worry about mummy, I'll deal with her. Youse two are gonna be the best dressed kids in school today! Look at that Leo... proper artist at work here. Some mad drawing skills I've got, eh?"

"But it looks like a giraffe!" Leo giggles, pointing at the comical looking reindeer I've drawn on the front of his school jumper. "Reindeers don't have such long necks! And it's got an extra leg!"

"No it's not silly, that's a tail!" Grace chips in. She's giggling now too, reaching for the green felt tip as she announces out loud. "I'm doing a Christmas tree on mine. I'm a really good drawer, Miss Wilson told me so. She's always telling me how bright I am!"

"Brighter than the star on the top of any Christmas tree, eh kiddo?" I grin at her, pride warming me through with a pleasant glow. "So I suppose you'll be getting a good report then will ya when I go to parents' evening after school today?"

Grace freezes at my words, her smile instantly morphing into a worried looking frown, her eyes darting quickly up to me before they're fixed on the table below.

"But it's not parents' evening daddy, not today," she says quietly.

"Oh really?" This is news to me. "So why else would the school office be leaving me a voicemail, asking me to come and see your teacher today after school at 3.30pm?"

It's not very often my daughter's lost for words but she's silent now, shrugging as her lips pull into a flat line. She won't take her eyes off the tabletop, refusing to look me in the eye.

I know that look. I know it all too well. My heart sinks, the pride retreating. Leo starts shaking his head at his sister, tutting whilst wearing a wide smirk.

"You're in big trouble aren't ya? If Santa finds out..."

"Shut up Leo!" She snaps, her cheeks glowing hotly.

"Gracie... is there something you wanna tell me love?"

Yeah... it's definitely gonna be one of those days.

🤍 Sacha's POV 🤍

I can really do without staying behind after class today. With just three weeks to go until Christmas I have a to do list a mile long and I've not even started ticking things off yet. I've been so busy dreaming up festive themed lessons for the school-kids to keep the Christmas magic alive that I've been neglecting my own seasonal plans.

My tree's usually up and decorated by December 1st, the whole house decked out like Santa's grotto, but this year the only thing I've managed to do is haul the tree out of the loft. It's been sitting in my hallway in its box for over a week now, taunting me every time I walk past. I've just been so tired after work I've been favouring lazing on the sofa watching trash TV when really there's a million and one other more productive things I should be doing. I've not even had chance to go shopping yet for the new tree decorations I promised myself that I'd get this year. Maybe I could walk into town this afternoon after this meeting with Grace's dad...

Ughhh the meeting... just the thought of it makes my gut clench with apprehension. It's all good when eager mums and dads are lapping up the praise at parents' evening, proudly beaming whilst I tell them how well behaved and perfect-mannered their sons are or how bright and inquisitive their daughters are. The mood swiftly changes though when I'm breaking the bad news to them that their sweet little cherubs aren't quite as angelic as they think. I'm still fuming about the formal complaint that Ryan Carter's mum tried to raise with the Headmaster when I told her that her son had been bullying the smaller kids in class. She refused to believe that her perfect little blue-eyed boy would ever step out of line and she even had the audacity to tell me that I was victimising him! I could tell that the apple didn't fall far from the tree with that one. She was so rude.

I glance at my watch... 3.36pm. He's late.

I'm trying not to let my pre-conceived ideas of Grace's so-called 'famous rockstar' dad influence my feelings before I've even met him but I just can't help myself. Against my better judgement I'd succumbed to Ellie's teasing in the staff room at lunchtime. She'd waved her phone around excitedly in my face announcing that I was in for a treat later because Grace's dad was, in her words, “a massive dilf".

I can't help but smile as I recall the humorous scene from earlier when I'd told Ellie that talking about the kids' parents in that way was inappropriate. She'd just smirked gleefully at my slack jaw as I'd proceeded to watch a clip of a live performance where Grace's dad was practically making out with the microphone on stage. I couldn't deny he was attractive.

"Told ya so!" She'd grinned, but I was resolute, shaking my head emphatically.

"I don't care if he's cute, I'll bet you any money he's neglecting those kids. I can see it now, Grace has already told me about her parents splitting up. Guys like her dad are all the same, I bet he's full of himself. Bet the lure of fame and money was too tempting for him and he's run off with some model or something!"

"You can't judge a book by its cover!" She laughs but I'm not budging. I know all too well the struggles of having an absent father. Men are so fickle.

Grace has been acting out of character all day, she's been unusually quiet and withdrawn. Any attempts at drawing out her usually cheerful nature have fallen flat. Even the announcement that she'd bagged the role of Mary in the class nativity play didn't have the expected effect, I just got a weak smile and a quiet "thank you Miss." I'm not sure whether she's just nervous about me speaking to her dad about her behaviour or whether there's something more serious going on at home, some underlying issue that's dampening her vivacious demeanour. Either way I'm determined to find out and help in any way that I can.

Ellie says I shouldn't get too involved but I didn't just take this job to teach kids to read and write. I fully feel like I'm helping to shape little lives and instilling good values and helping them to try and make sense of any confusing emotions. I still vividly remember my primary school teachers to this day, more fondly than any of my secondary school teachers and most of the academics at university too. These young years should be the most fun and carefree time of any person's life.

It's 3.45pm now... this doesn't bode well if he can't even be bothered to turn up on time for an appointment to talk about his own child. Maybe he's not going to show up at all. It's not like I ever see him at school pick up time. It's always either Grace's mum or another guy... a family friend I believe even though the kids call him 'Uncle Larry'. In the mornings the kids get dropped off early for breakfast club before I've arrived so I have no idea if he's even set foot near the school before.

I think of Grace and Leo sitting in the school office right now waiting and my heart aches for them. Maybe I should go down and see them? Ask the office to put another call through to the dad? Sighing heavily I get up from my seat and pick up my half-drunk cup of coffee, making for the door.

My head's down as I pull open the door, chuntering to myself about irresponsible parents, completely distracted so that I don't even notice the person who's on the other side. Even if I had the collision would probably be unavoidable. The tall figure's barrelling along that quickly and carelessly that our bodies bump each other's with enough force that I cry out in shock, upending my coffee cup and spilling the contents.

"What the.... Oh... I'm so sorry! My coffee!"

The thankfully not scalding liquid slops out and all over the front of a black suede jacket and I quickly assess the damage before I wrench my eyes upwards to finally see who's standing in front of me.

"Shit... am sorry love... was in so much of a rush I didn't see ya there! Ya drenched me!"

It's him. I can tell straight away after watching that video. Mousy brown hair long enough that it curls at his collar pushed back off his handsome face, blue eyes wide and bright as he peers down on me. He's wearing a slightly crooked grin that lights up his whole face and I falter for a second before I quickly re-gain my composure.

"I'm really sorry about that, you completely took me by surprise. It's Mr McCann isn't it? I was starting to think you weren't gonna show. I was just coming to see..." I trail off, letting my eyes wander down as he chuckles, brushing himself down. "Your jacket... I hope it's not ruined."

"Ahh, this old thing? Nah, it's fine, don't worry." He looks unbothered and I breathe an internal sigh of relief. "And it is me... you can call me Van though... and I guess you must be the amazing Miss Wilson I've been hearing so much about!"

My cheeks warm automatically and I laugh to cover my embarrassment, surprised when he sticks out a hand in a greeting. He's certainly charming enough and I remind myself sternly that we're here to discuss an important matter, not stand here exchanging pleasantries in the corridor.

"That's me!" I smile, taking the hand that he offers. "And seeing as we're on first name terms you can call me Sacha."

His large hand envelopes mine in a warm, firm handshake and I'm almost dismayed when he lets go.

"Sacha," he repeats, still grinning. "I tell ya, Gracie's always going on about ya. It's good to finally put a face to a name."

"Same here... Grace talks about you a lot too... her famous rockstar dad!"

"I hope it's all good," he replies and it's at that point my smile must slip as his face creases a little in concern as he steps back. "So... what's she been up to then?"

Here goes...

"Let's go and sit down and have a little chat shall we?"

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