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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 3/6

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

Your first month in Turin was the perfect description of hell, and it made you seriously contemplate your life choices up until now. Your living hell situation wasn't because of your continuous struggle with the city's public transport system. No. Your living hell situation was caused by one man and one man only. Your boss, Dusan Vlahovic.

"Yeah, this is wrong. You'll have to redo it."

At this point you thought of him as a robot on autopilot, because every week when it was time to hand in your calculated reports of the companies revenues, Dusan seem to always find a way to belittle you by dismissing your work for the slightest and miniscule errors.

"It's just a spelling correction Mr Vlahovic. I'm sure you can interpret what I meant to write." It was strange, addressing him by his last name, however he made it very clear during your first week on the job that addressing him by his first name was a no no, and that he would ignore you if you did. To him Miami must have been a hallucination. A shame, because to you it had been very real.

"Interpret?" He frowned. He had been typing away on his laptop as you stood before him, presenting the weekly revenues. This was the first time he took the liberty to actually meet your eyes, however he did not seem happy to see you. "Interpret." He repeated, this time shaking his head with disappointment. "Y/N, you must not take your job very seriously if you're asking me, your boss, to interpret such an important document as the company's revenues."

His raised but steady voice, sucked all of the air out of your lungs and the room. And in the back of your head you prayed that you wouldn't shed a tear at the mercy of Dusan Vlahovic.

"I will not have it." He said, shutting his laptop.

"I...get that." You said, speaking through the sharp rasorblades that cut deep in your throat.

"Do you, Y/N?" He smiled, an evil and sarcastic smile. "Do you really?"

"Yes. I do. I really do. It's just that you've asked me to redue this revenue three times already and I'm starting to fall behind on other priorities."

"Then you must not be the greatest at managing your time, don't you think?" He leaned back in his desk chair, legs spread wide like some form of powerplay. It was only powerful to you because you had gotten to know the size of him more than once in Miami, and the memories of those nights now made you feel sick to your stomach.

"I want the papers on my desk before the end of this day, got it Miss Y/L/N."

"Sure." You muttered and with trembling hands went to retain the documents on his desk. You headed back to your office knowing that it was the last time your boss would ever get to talk to you in that way. You'd hand in your two weeks notice along with the revenue.

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Dusan took pride in being the first one to arrive and the last one to leave his office. It showed his commitment and the passion he had for his job. Others should take after him. Matter of fact, he should be working on a biography about his road to success. He came from humble beginnings in Serbia. Back then his dream had been to play professional football, but his parents had been right to push him towards higher education. Today he owned real-estate in three of the worlds continents. He was successful indeed. The only thing he felt to threaten that success was being taken care of. Yes, she put up a good fight trying to please his ridiculous commands but in the end she seemed to have had enough. Like any sensible person would. Dusan had found Y/N's two weeks noticed amongst the revisions of documents she had presented to him before she left for the day. He held it in his hand in the elevator on it's way down the now abandoned office building. He admired her calligraphy as it was exceptional. It was a shame that she hadn't gotten around to tell him about her higher education in accounting. Maybe then they could have avoided this mess in the first place. Then again, Dusan and Y/N hadn't spent their time in Miami getting to know each other. They had spent their brief time together getting to know each other's bodies. He suspected that she had previous experience with that sort of arrangement. Another reason he felt a need to get rid of her. What if the board found out that he had hired a former harlot as his accountant? It would be scandalous indeed.

Dusan stepped out of the elevator holding up his car keys in search for his Range Rover. It was Friday, which made the car harder to find, since a lot of his employees had the habit of abandoning their vehicles at the office and heading straigt to the bars in town. Dusan wasn't like that. He used his Friday's to unwind at home, not to party. He got into his car longing to cook the steak in his fridge that had been marinating over night. He would prepare it along with a homemade risotto, a recipe from a friend. He left the parking lot a happy man on top of his job and his life, that is, until a strange sight made him drastically turn his vehicle back around.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

He had pulled up to the bus stop where she sat, arms crossed to shield herself from the night's cold.

"What does it look like I'm doing." She hissed. "I'm waiting for my bus."

"You don't have a car?" He ignored the attitude she had spoken to him with. He assumed that her newfound confidence was fueld by her annouced resignation.

"No, I don't have a car." She huttured. It was a cold night, too cold for someone wearing heels and see-through stockings.

"Get in then, I'll take you home." He said. He was in a good enough mood to do her the favor. However she snorted in his face, shifting to face another direction. Away from him. "Is that a no?" He frowned. He wasn't angry, just annoyed.

Y/N turned to face him, clearly upset. "That was a hell no, Dusan. As in no fucking way am I getting in a car with you."

"Why not?"

"Why not?" Her eyes widened. "Dusan, you must not be aware of the type of asshole you are."

His shoulders fell. Thank God she couldn't see him through the cars rolled down windows. "Asshole?" He wasn't familiar with the term. Nor had anyone called him that before. He didn't like it. "If you're reffering to our encounter earlier today, you must know that I am in the position to give you my honest but objective opinion."

"Bullshit!"

"Pardon me?"

Y/N, stood but did not approach his car. "Your opinions of my work has not been objective and you know it." She said. "I've been living here for a month and almost everyone in your office has taken the time to get to know more about me. Everyone but you."

Dusan frowned. "I don't see how that has any relevance to...."

"You haven't tried to get to know me Dusan because you know me better than anyone up in that office. And pretending not to, makes me highly suspicious that nothing you've said to me has been of objective matter."

God she was gorgeous, he thought. The way she wasn't having it, the way she saw through his bullshit.

"Just admit it. This is about what happened in Miami, the fact that I didn't tell you that I was moving to Turin right after graduation."

"Y/N, you never even mentioned that you were a student when we met." Dusan yanked the handle to the car door, stepping out onto the street. "Or that you were applying for a job in accounting."

"Why would I?" She snapped. "You told me you were from Serbia, what are you doing in Italy, huh? And as far as I know I didn't owe you anything on that yacht but my company, that's what I was paid for."

He snorted. "You were paid to do a little more than that."

She gasped, and the slap was anticipated. Dusan rubbed his cheek to mend the pain. "I wasn't..." She stood trembling, tears streaming down her face. "I wasn't paid to...." She lowered her head to the ground, wrapping her arms tighter around herself.

"Fuck me." Dusan sighed. He wanted to offer her his coat, but something told him that his concern would be excused for pity. "Y/N, please let me..." He stretched out his arm, offering her his hand. "Let me take you home. The time tables for the bus are different during the weekends."

"Great." She laughed, although he was sure that she didn't find it funny.

"Great" He chuckled

"What's so funny to you?" She frowned.

"I just realized..."

"Realized what?"

"That I am...an asshole."

Her expression withred seeing his smile. She nodded. "You really are."

"Would I still be considered an asshole if I drove you home?"

"Yes." She said, but took a small step forwards. "But a less worse asshole than you were this morning."

He grinned. "That decides it then. Get in, I'm taking you home."

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭

I know, I'm so late to start posting Gil's main route, but I'm still trying to make some time to translate the story

Please don't @ me at Gilbert's "Fufu" here, I just can't stand his "Heehee" in EN server and I know I'm not the only one

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

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Once upon a time in Rhodolite, the country of roses and art, there was a strange encounter that seemed like a prank from the gods.

Black-haired boy: "--Hey, why are people in power so corrupt in every generation?"

The boy sits on a barrel in the back alley and closes a thick book on his lap that is too thick to match his slender body.

A specialized book on the history of a continent spelled out in an ancient language should be difficult for even scholars to comprehend.

The boy understands everything that is in the book as easily as if he were reading a picture book.

He asks the blond boy sitting on the ground.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with an atmosphere of maturity that is hardly appropriate for his age did not stop reading.

Black-haired boy: "They say continental history is the history of the aristocracy, but there are no good people in it."

Black-haired boy: "Those who killed their own people to gain the throne; those who deceived other nations to expand their territory; and those who turned a blind eye to the suffering of their people."

Black-haired boy: "With a long history, there should be a benevolent and kind monarch who is equal to everyone."

Black-haired boy: "... No. I wonder if those people will go down in history."

Blonde-haired boy: "It's a given."

Blonde-haired boy: "In today's status-based society, a monarch who claims to love and be equal would be the first to be eliminated." // "In today's society, where the class system has become common sense, a monarch who advocates love and equality would be the first to be eliminated."

Blonde-haired boy: "Once in power, one cannot relinquish it again. If there is even the slightest disadvantage, they will close their eyes."

Blonde-haired boy: "They don't care about the pain of others. That is human nature."

Black-haired boy: "Hmm. I doubt that."

The black-haired boy puts his dangling feet on the ground and smiles as brightly as the sun shining down the alley.

Black-haired boy: "I think humans are inherently good creatures."

Black-haired boy: "It's the world that makes us greedy, not people."

Blonde-haired boy: "According to your theory, there are no real bad people in the world."

Black-haired boy: "Yes, because the essence of human nature is love."

The boy with black hair: "The corrupt monarchs who spun history could have been kinder to others if the world had been different."

Blonde-haired boy: "... You say things that you tend to dream about, don't you?"

Black-haired boy: "I'm just a child, it doesn't matter."

Black-haired boy: "I love people."

The blonde boy looked up from his book and couldn't help but snicker.

The red eye of the black-haired boy were full of compassion and tenderness.

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It has been several days since the princes of the three countries requested an extended stay for headache-inducing reasons.

After careful consultations with Sariel and other princes,

Rhodolite decided to welcome the guests of honor––

Leon: "—So, as I have said many times, the stay of the princes of each country for the four-country talks has been decided."

At a regular meeting where princes belonging to the domestic political faction and major officials gathered,

Once the agenda was settled, the matter was brought up with Leon, the leader of the faction.

Leon: "His Majesty the King has given his approval. The decision will not be reversed."

Leon's dignified voice silences the frustrated domestic bureaucrats.

(I had expected this, but there still seems to be a lot of backlash.)

Bureaucrat: "...I am not convinced. Benitoite as an ally and Jade as a neutral country would be fine."

Bureaucrat: "But why do you accept that Obsidian!?"

Bureaucrat: "Their betrayal of the past has remained unsolved to this day." // "Their former treachery remains unchanged to this day."

Bureaucrat: "There must be some sinister plan behind this stay... It is too dangerous."

Leon: "I know. We have not forgotten the "Bloodstained Rose Day" of 10 years ago."

("Bloodstained Rose Day"... I've only heard rumors.)

Ten years ago, Rhodolite was invaded by Obsidian.

The princes went to war and stopped them at the border, and I, who lived in the royal capital, only heard rumors,

The sudden invasion, which could be described as a bolt from the blue, has left a huge scar on the Rose Country.

That is the reason why the overwhelming majority of people are not comfortable with the stay of the Obsidian Imperial family.

(I don't know the details, I'll have to look it up properly this time.)

Leon: "But now a country that has never been open to any kind of diplomacy has come to the forefront." // But now a country that has never responded to any diplomacy has come out into the public."

Leon: "We believe it is worthy of allowing them to stay."

Bureaucrat: "But..."

Leon: "Besides, if anything goes wrong, me and Chevalier will take responsibility."

Leon: "You have your thoughts, but swallow them for now."

The silence in the drawing room was so heavy that even the slightest noise would have been unacceptable.

Bureaucrat: "Then at least..."

The bureaucrat, who seemed to have retracted his fangs, turned to me, who was in the last seat.

Bureaucrat: "Tell me why that woman is here."

All eyes were on me, and I felt as if I had been dragged to the center of the stage.

(I knew you would say something like that.)

Many of the bureaucrats here do not know that I am Belle.

A mysterious young lady who appeared out of nowhere one day and stayed at the court to study...

In addition, she was escorted by the Prince of Obsidian at the goodwill party and even danced with him.

(The stares are hurting me... I guess they suspect I'm on Obsidian's side.)

Jin: "Emma is just a victim. Right?"

Emma: "Yes. I was asked to show the way by Prince Gilbert, and I was forced into the party hall."

Emma: "I have never met him before, nor am I familiar with him, and I'm still confused."

(I wish it had been a dream.)

Bureaucrat: "I don't think that the "Trampling Beast" would escort a woman there for no reason at all."

Bureaucrat: "Excuse me, but even if she has no idea who he is, it's still a good idea to be vigilant." // "Excuse me, but even if you have no idea who he is, there's no reason not to be wary."

Licht: "The alliance has deemed it okay."

Licht: "Why else would you need a reason?"

Yves: "Your concern is understandable, though."

Yves: "But there is nothing suspicious about Emma. That much is certain."

(The princes will cover for me, but I'm sure none of them actually get it.)

(I was allowed to attend the regular meeting to get more insight as Belle, but I shouldn't have come.)

Luke: "Ah, it's a really bad atmosphere."

As if to cut the tension that had been building up, a languid voice rings out.

Luke, who had been observing the domestic faction meeting as "part of the new prince's education," was sitting next to me.

He sighed dismissively at the bureaucrat, who raised his eyebrows in disapproval.

Luke: "I don't care."

Luke: "Do you know anything about the "Trampling Beast"?"

Bureaucrat: "Of course, no one knows its notoriety." // "Of course, everyone knows how notorious he is."

Bureaucrat: "The "World Disaster" that has ruled numerous countries through the use of force and rewritten the map of the continent at an extraordinary pace."

Bureaucrat: "He has never lost a battle, and as an Ever-Victorious Marshal, he is a man to watch, a figure of great importance that the entire continent is on the lookout for." // "He is a man to watch, a man who has never been defeated on the battlefield, a man who is always on the radar of the entire continent as an Ever-Victorious General."

Bureaucrat: "A cold-blooded, arrogant, and evil imperial family that tramples on so many things that it deserves the name of the Trampling Beast—"

Luke: "All that stuff is just gossip. You don't know who they really are, do you?"

Luke: "Maybe he just fell in love with Emma at first sight."

(No, that will never happen.)

The bureaucrats could not hide their "what the hell is he talking about?" faces.

Leon: "Pfft... haha! It's possible, isn't it?"

Jin: "Emma is beautiful. No wonder the Trampling Beast has fallen in love with her."

Luke: "Right? That's why it's not Emma's fault. Stop blaming her."

Luke gets up from his seat and grabs my hand.

Luke: "Let's go. Staying here will only suffocate you."

Luke: "Skip out with me."

(I'm not sure I'd skip it...)

(... But my presence is making the atmosphere worse, so I'll take Luke's kindness for now.)

Emma: "Prince Leon, may I leave the meeting?"

Leon: "Yeah. …Luke, don't tell Sariel about this."

Luke: "Oh. Leave Emma to me."

(How did this happen?)

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Luke led me by the hand, and we arrived at the rose garden.

The tension finally dissolves as I am welcomed by a sweet fragrance that comforts my wounded heart.

Luke: "It's a nice change of pace here, isn't it?"

Emma: "Thank you, Luke. I'm sorry. It was my fault."

Luke: "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."

A large hand patted me on the head, and my tense cheeks relaxed.

(Thank God Luke was there. I would have cried otherwise.)

Luke: "If you have a problem, you can always talk to me, okay? I'll take care of it, even if you're dealing with the big bad guys."

A dependable smile is like a panacea, taking away the pain in my heart.

It was then that I felt relieved that I was not alone in this situation.

???: "Well, that's very encouraging."

(. . . . .)

My heart jumps as if to gouge out the pain that is about to subside.

A voice came from somewhere, and the sound of a cane tapping on the cobblestones turned the beautiful rose garden into a nightmare.

Luke: "...Gilbert."

Mercilessly, Luke's mutterings bring reality to the surface.

I turned my head and saw a black figure among the petals blown up by the wind.

Gilbert: "Hello. Are you in the middle of a secret rendezvous?"

Luke: "Ah. If you know, then don't interrupt us."

Gilbert: "I don't want to. I'm lonely, so count me in."

Luke: "... The nerve of this man."

(... Luke doesn't change his attitude at all, even with Prince Gilbert.)

Even if the other person is the Trampling Beast, I follow that figure of calmness and hide my agitation...

But Prince Gilbert laughed, as if he knew everything.

Gilbert: "You look unhappy, little rabbit."

Gilbert: "By the looks of it, did someone mistreat you?"

Emma: "... No."

Gilbert: "I hate lies."

I felt a gruesome pressure on my spine, making my blood run cold.

No matter how calm I tried to appear, my instincts seemed to sense fear, and I pulled a face.

(It was the same when we first met. There was no need for me to feel so "scared".)

Luke: "If anyone mistreated her, it was you."

Luke takes one step forward to protect me.

Luke: "You're a terror in your very existence. Don't scare Emma."

Gilbert: "Well, that's unreasonable. I haven't done anything terrible 'yet'."

Emma: "Not yet. Yeah, right."

Gilbert: "... Fufu."

Prince Gilbert only smiled meaningfully but did not deny it.

Gilbert: "I don't like you to be scared of me."

Gilbert: "I'd like to be friends with you, Little Rabbit, and... It seems we need to get to know each other as soon as possible."

Gilbert: "一一That's it."

Prince Gilbert, who clapped his hands deliberately, ignored Luke and approached me.

Gilbert: "I haven't thanked you yet for showing me the way."

Gilbert: "Now, shall we go out together?"

Emma: "Go outside?"

Gilbert: "Yes, of course. Just the two of us, alone, with no interruptions."

(... I have to agree with this.)

The infamous prince, the Trampling Beast, and the disaster of the world,

It is hard to believe that such a notorious prince would want to go out simply because he wanted to "get along" with a lady like me.

(He's probably trying to figure out who I am.)

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Gilbert: "I'm interested in you."

Gilbert: "—So this time let’s have a nice and long chat, 'Belle'?"

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(Prince Gilbert suspected that I am Belle.)

(Maybe he's planning to go and shake things up.)

Luke: "What the hell were you thinking?"

Gilbert: "All I can think about is getting to know the little rabbit better."

Gilbert: "If you give me such frightened eyes every time—" // "Every time you look at me with such frightened eyes—"

Gilbert: "It makes me sad and makes me want to kill you, doesn't it?"

At first, I didn't understand what he said.

Prince Gilbert, who was out of character, looked like a good young man and made me wonder if I had misheard him.

(No, I'm not running away.)

(He just flat out threatened me.)

The fear that came late was powerful enough to cower my heart.

Luke: "You..."

Gilbert: "Luke, can you use a reasonable excuse to mislead the people around you? We'll be back in time for dinner."

Luke: "Why should I be a part of your schemes?"

Gilbert: "It's not a bad thing. It's a job."

Gilbert: "Luke is part of the foreign policy faction, isn't he? You have to keep the guest of honor happy... Right?"

Luke: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "And that goes for you too, the self-proclaimed daughter of Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If you offend me, I will destroy your country, okay?"

(It sounds like a joke, but Prince Gilbert is the one who can really do it.)

Emma: "Okay, I'll go."

Gilbert: ". . . . ."

Emma: "... Why are you surprised?"

Gilbert: "No, I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

Gilbert: "I see. So you're not too upset."

Emma: "Oh, no! Because your threats didn't sound like a joke—"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm so happy. Once that's decided, let's get going."

(I may have been hasty.)

I was at a loss, and Prince Gilbert grabbed my hand.

(... It's cold...)

The body temperature felt through the gloves was so cold that it was hard to believe it was human, and my fingers trembled.

Luke: "Gilbert!"

Gilbert: "Don't worry, I won't do anything terrible."

Gilbert: "You know better than anyone that I don't lie."

Luke: ". . . . ."

(... What do you mean?)

Luke scratches the back of his head and sighs.

Luke: "Emma, if you really don't like it, I'll beat this guy to the ground."

Emma: "... No, I appreciate your concern."

Emma: "It is true that Prince Gilbert is a guest of honor, and it is my duty to entertain him without rudeness."

Emma: "Prince Luke, please inform Sir Sariel for me."

(I can't go against this now.)

Luke reluctantly agrees when I ask him to do so in a manner befitting a young lady.

Gilbert: "I'm glad I didn't get turned down.... Shall we go then?"

(Somehow, we'll just have to get through this in peace and quiet一)

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(一Or so I thought...)

We boarded the carriage prepared by Prince Gilbert, and the place where we were brought to was already a gate of hell.

(Why ....)

(... Why are so many escape routes blocked?)

It was still a naive notion that I was "suspected" of being Belle.

Without hesitation, Prince Gilbert led me to my original place of work.

(What Prince Gilbert has is not "doubt" but "certainty".)

Gilbert: "I've reserved the whole place for us today. Shall we go in?"

Prince Gilbert opens the door and forces me halfway into the bookstore.

I was sure that Sariel would have arranged for another clerk to come to the bookstore in my absence,

But as he said, the bookstore was empty.

(How in the world did you set this up?)

(It was not a coincidence that we met at the rose garden, was it...?)

(No, that's not possible. I don't think even Prince Gilbert could calculate the whole situation.)

(But what if... What if the current situation was all created by Prince Gilbert's calculations?)

A different emotion from instinctive fear engulfs my heart.

A cold hand was placed on my shoulder, and I was forcibly brought in front of the bookshelf.

Gilbert: "I know you like books. You can relax here as much as you want, okay?"

Gilbert: "No more stares from the court. It is the only place where you can return to your true self."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "You look so pale. Aren't you happy?"

Emma: "...How did you know I like books?"

Gilbert: "Secret."

Emma: "Then this bookstore..."

Gilbert: "It's also a secret."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Just so you know... I'm an information-gathering hobbyist."

Gilbert: "When I don't know something, I want to know it by any possible means."

Prince Gilbert smiles happily and brings his face to my ear from behind.

Gilbert: "Is there something you're guilty of, Belle?"

Emma: "...I am not Belle."

Gilbert: "I told you before. I hate lies."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

The fangs of the beast are already set against me.

I had to somehow cover it up, but my mind was so blank that it was pathetic.

Gilbert: "Oh, is this the book you've been into lately?"

As if to push me, Prince Gilbert pulls out a black book from the bookshelf and puts it in my hand.

The black cover of the book with gold lettering was, as Prince Gilbert said, the book I had been reading recently.

(How much does this man know about me?)

(... Where did the information come from?)

Emma: "Please tell me your purpose."

I finally squeeze out my voice, mustering up the strength in my heart that is about to fail me.

Emma: "What do you want from me?"

Gilbert: "I don't mean to threaten you, that's terrible. As I said before, I just want to get along with you—"

Gilbert: "In other words, I want to be your friend."

Emma: "... Friend?"

Gilbert: "Yep, my friend."

Gilbert: "It's that simple, isn't it?"

(No way.)

It is difficult for me to read through Prince Gilbert's intentions before replying.

(I just know that we should not be friends.)

Emma: "I cannot be your friend, Prince Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Fufu... You don't seem to get it."

Prince Gilbert holds my hand as he breathes in my ear.

He held my cheek with his cane as the black book fell loudly to the floor—

Gilbert: "You have two choices: be my friend or be forced to be my friend."

Emma: "Nn—!"

The pain in my neck causes my voice to leak out.

(Did he just... bite me?)

The cold, soft touch and the pain that falls gradually on the skin leaves a poison-like touch on my racing heart.

Gilbert: "Well... if you won't be my friend, I might as well make Belle disappear."

Gilbert: "If the king's selection goes back to square one, it might buy me enough time to lead an army to invade."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I'm going to ask you one more time. I want to be friends with you."

(This is not the way it's supposed to be.)

All in the palm of Prince Gilbert's hand.

"Be a friend or be made to be a friend." There is only one real choice presented to me.

Emma: "Why do you want to go through all this trouble to be friends with me?"

Gilbert: "Good question."

Every time Prince Gilbert smiles, his breath caresses my neck.

Rather than embarrassment, unfathomable fear prevailed.

Gilbert: "You have the most beautiful heart in all of Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "There are different criteria for evaluating a beautiful heart..."

Gilbert: "Let's define beauty in your case as "having more love for others than for yourself."

(You don't know anything about me...)

(... I'm afraid to say anything.)

(He knows everything.)

Gilbert: "But you know what I think? No matter how beautiful your heart is, the essence of a person is "false love"." // "But I think, no matter how beautiful the heart is, the essence of a person is false love."

Gilbert: "Piling up ugly lies and acting as if there is love. When, in fact, there is no such thing."

Gilbert: "Even your beautiful heart is only a trick."

Gilbert: "If you stay in a place like the court, where your greed is exposed, you will eventually fall."

Gilbert: "I'd like to be able to see them up close and personal."

Gilbert: "I was curious to see how the most beautiful heart in all of Rhodolite would turn out."

Gilbert: "So, my friend. Isn't being your friend the fastest way to be close to you?"

(... I may not understand even 10% of what Prince Gilbert is saying.)

Rather than trying to gain my understanding, I feel that Prince Gilbert is just being carefree,

As if he is just putting his thoughts out there for the time being.

(But then again, "friend" doesn't seem to mean anything good.)

Emma: "I don't know about a beautiful heart or ugly lies..."

Emma: "I will remain who I am, no matter what." // "I will always be me, no matter what."

Emma: "I doubt I can live up to Prince Gilbert's expectations."

Gilbert: "Heh, that'll be fun."

Emma: "...!?"

He bites my skin again, and my face contorts.

There was more pain than before, and a muffled scream escaped my lips. // There was more pain than before, and I let out an inaudible scream.

Emma: "Don't bite me!"

Gilbert: "Did it hurt? Sorry."

Gilbert: "I like to leave a mark on my favorite. I mean, it's proof that you're my friend."

(I don't need this kind of proof.)

I shake off Prince Gilbert's hand and turn around to meet his blood-red eye.

His lips were smiling but his eyes were not, and I couldn't help but turn my gaze away from him.

(... He's like a real beast.)

(Earlier, Prince Gilbert described me as having a "strong feeling of love" for others.)

(I don't think I can love this prince.)

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writtenwyrm · 9 months

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The Ascension

A Slay The Spire story, Part 37

All Parts

Acceptance

I was tired.

The last steps of my journey were up a set of stairs, spiraling upward for as far as I could see.

[QUERY] JOURNEY

[ERROR] JOURNEY NOT FOUND

[DEFINE] JOURNEY

[JOURNEY] THE PART BEFORE THE DESTINATION

What are you talking about?

[QUERY] ENDLESS IF BELIEVED SO

I looked up, where the stairs faded out of sight, miles above me. So, you’re telling me the stairs are only as long as I think they are?

[QUERY] BELIEVE YOU ARE AT THE END AND IT WILL BE SO

I kept walking.

Because the truth was, I didn’t want to reach the top of the Spire.

I was afraid. Not the thrumming terror of an enemy in front of me, attempting to kill me, but the slow, creeping horror of being helpless in the face of something terrible.

I felt caught. Ahead, I could sense It. The Heart, waiting for me, pulling me in, eager to destroy me or be destroyed in turn. And that was frightening, but the true terror came from knowing that it didn’t matter which. In the end, I would die and forget, or the Heart would return.

It didn’t matter, and yet I was going anyway.

My body hardly felt like my own. Onward, step by step, beat by beat, towards a fate I couldn’t stop. Towards a fight I couldn’t win.

Because maybe something would be different this time. Maybe I could change things. Maybe I could put a stop to the cycle of pain, once and for all.

Just as every me before had hoped. Just as every Venture had done for as long as could be remembered. And never once had we succeeded.

I had to try, didn’t I?

[QUERY] YES

Yes.

I had to try.

Suddenly, I was at the top of the stairs, facing a door.

I stepped into the heart of the Spire.

And there it was.

It filled the room, hanging from the walls on thick arteries. Each pulse of its flesh moved the air in waves, and I felt myself get drawn forward with the tide of the air like a cork on the water. Then I was staggered backward again, nearly tossed off my feet as the shockwave rolled over me, the sound of the heartbeat like a cannon in my ears.

It came again, and again, and I was forced to sway and move with the currents or be thrown off my feet.

And with every pounding beat, my chest ached. Breathless, delirious, I could feel my own heart pounding in sync with the behemoth before me, pained. For a moment, I felt like a thin shell of skin, wrapped around a creature struggling to escape and join with the larger beast calling outside.

[QUERY] POTION

I forced my hand to move, yanking the cork out of the blocking potion.

The familiar double-layered sphere sprung up around me, muffling the oppressive sound of the Heartbeat as it did, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Cracks began to appear in the outer shell almost as soon as it was formed, but now I had time. I stretched my perception into my bag, feeling for what I had. The amulet’s calming presence soothed me, and the Akabeko, its strength meager against the battle ahead, lent me what it could.

There was no point in saving anything else. I took the potion I’d retrieved from the Spear and downed it as well, already dosed with a piece of the Sacred Bark. It coursed down my throat, stinging as it went, and I coughed hoarsely. Warmth sank into my bones, growing stronger, making me stronger, slowly, but surely.

I took a breath to begin my battle hymn.

[QUERY] HEATSINKS

I felt the Defect reaching through me, offering me the memory of its ability from the dream, and I hesitated. I didn’t have pipes, or cooling systems, or anything resembling the parts needed for it.

But then again, why did that matter?

I accepted it.

[ACTION] HEATSINKS

Time slowed. I felt… cold. Or rather, my head did. My hands and feet were hot, stealing my warmth and letting it haze out into the air. I tried to turn my head, but my body felt sluggish, reacting slowly.

My thoughts had quickened. I didn’t spend too much of my valuable time thinking about that. Instead, I began my battle hymn, mentally singing to the familiar tune.

In my bag, the mummified hand took hold of the excess power and passed it along, and all of a sudden things got a lot faster.

Sight. The Heart, sensed through my shields. The pebbles rattling on the floor. My staff, clenched tightly in both hands. Things I sensed more than saw, but close enough.

Lightning crackled through me, perfecting my movements, apotheosizing me.

Sound. The ever-present beat of the Heart, muffled though it was. The sound of my own breathing, steady and even. The whispers of my hair brushing by my ears.

The first layer of shield shattered under the assault of the Heart. Adrenaline poured through my blood, lighting me on fire.

Touch. The smooth metal of my staff in hand. The coarse scrape of stone beneath my feet. The familiar fabric of my robe against my skin, battered and burned.

I held up my arm toward the Heart, palm out, mentally asserting that it would only speak with my hand, a violent communication.

Scent. Sweat and warmth from my own, living body. Real, present. The cold air, sharp in my nose and smelling of dust.

Mentally, I fortified myself, ready to switch between stances at a moment's notice and protect myself from harm.

Taste. Copper, blood on my tongue, and the taste of victory almost within reach. And with that, my mastery of my own reality was complete.

The second shield broke, and I attacked.

Wrath flung me forward, powering through the crashing heartbeat that tried to crush me. My heart thundered in my chest, fast and free, and the Heart matched it’s pace, slamming me over and over with shockwaves. Or perhaps my heart was following it, beating faster at its behest.

I impacted with the fleshy surface, and carved my way in. The sharp bronze strapped to my shoulders caught on flesh and tore, even my movement through the Heart causing damage.

The Heart shuddered, and then clenched. Muscles thicker than my entire body tried to crush me between them, and it crashed through my defenses like they weren’t even there.

The shell in my bag, taken from the Shield, flared with power. The walls of flesh slammed into my skin and stopped.

I was thrown free, sent tumbling back across the room as the Heart ejected me. I rolled to my feet, unharmed, protected, and howled my hatred for the Heart.

It responded by tearing dozens of thin veins from the ceiling, blood spraying from the ripped ends, and whipping them at me. Blood, steaming with heat, spattered in my direction like acid rain. I was quick to respond, tearing my Shackles from around my waist and throwing it forward. The dark chains whipped like a living beast, weaving between the veins and tying itself in knots, suffocating the flow before it could reach me. The floor was covered in the sizzling, dark red liquid, but I remained unharmed.

Standing there, thoughts racing, both I and the Heart seemed to pause.

Then the ever-familiar indignation flared up inside me, and I laughed, fury and hatred erupting from my mouth in a sound closer to relief than to joy.

I could have died, right there and then. If I’d been the same person I was at the foot of the Spire, I would have. And yet I was still standing, untouched and full of spite. My fear of the unknown was gone, replaced by the stubborn need to see this through.

I would die or I wouldn’t, but for now I could handle this. It was a fight, the same as any other.

I leapt forward, kicking off the flesh of the Heart to climb atop it, keeping my balance on the rocking flesh with claw and staff and careful step. From there, I reached out for the memories of the others–memories from their impressions on the walls, or from their dormant selves inside me?--and grabbed the first attack that came to mind. The familiar wild strength of the Ironclad filled my arms, and crushed an empty bottle in my hand, letting the glass pierce my palm. Sacrifice.

Then I slapped my bloody hand on the Heart, and the strings of crimson ripped from my hand to slice deep like swords.

This time, when more thin veins ripped themselves free to attack in rebuttal, I was too close to dodge.

The writhing capillaries threw me from the top of the Heart, sending me rolling to the floor and covering my head to try and keep the burning rain of blood out of my eyes. It hurt, even more than I expected it to, but eventually it stopped.

It smelled coppery and warm, like I’d just walked into a slaughterhouse. But the smell triggered a memory in my mind. Not my own Memory, but one I’d borrowed from the notes the Silent took.

It smelled like an ingredient.

Hurriedly, hands moving with precision from practice that I’d never had, I slipped an empty bottle from my belt and scooped the thick liquid into it. The Sacred Bark was next, crumbling an entire handful into the bottle.

Contamination is high. My mind considered, looking at the blood covering me. I couldn’t tell which of it was my own blood, and which was from the Heart. Effectiveness might be decreased, or altered. It needs to be shaken, to trigger the activating molecules and start the reaction, and then drunk immediately.

More things taken from my satchel, things I’d never considered important before. The dried bones left over from the desiccated lizard tail, water and even a piece scraped from the Gremlin horn I’d taken off of Nob.

All of it together, and then I shook it. The liquid alchemized, shifting from a dark red to a light violet, notes of blue and pink shimmering throughout. It glowed.

I drank.

My senses flared as the ambrosia flowed through me.

Divinity.

For a long, valuable second, I stood there in shock. The familiar thrum of the Divine song roared in my bones, and I could hardly believe it. A potion? Was that all?

And it was… different, somehow.

I didn’t waste any more time thinking about it. I threw myself up at the underside of the Heart, eyes automatically picking out the softest pieces of flesh to tear. My motions were perfect, efficient, and I used the beat of the Heart to gain even more leverage as I ripped it apart.

I poured attacks into it, my battle hymn reaching its crescendo.

And then my staff struck the wall of flesh once more and stopped, as if I’d struck stone.

I attacked again, and again, but no matter where I hit, my staff slid off harmlessly. My ability to find points of weakness was trumped, as a wave of divine power washed back over me.

The Heart had stopped me, god to god. Perhaps only for a second, but just long enough to throw me off my stride.

The Heart clenched, and the sound crashed into me like a hammerblow. I leaned forward, noting the ability my Divine Stance gave me to see how best to let the shockwave crash harmlessly over me. Balanced, tempered, so unlike the offensive, no holds-barred Divinity I was used to.

It wasn’t enough for the return, as the echo rebounded off the distant wall and slammed into my back. I tumbled again, only the perfection of Divinity allowing me to remain standing even as I heard things crack in my ribs.

Then the potions power was expended, and it left me alone and cold and tired, swaying on my feet.

[QUERY] NOT ALONE

No, not alone. But weak nonetheless, and thoughts left over from the strange Divine Stance coursing through my weary mind.

What was my purpose? Why was I here?

I stood before the Heart, looking up, breathing hard. I had that long-forgotten reason for being here. I was not one of my masters, the Divinities–my brief tastes of it had shown me that–and I was not originally meant to be the executioner, though I’d played that role many many times by now. I was still, even after all this time, a mere apprentice.

And the job of the apprentice was to listen, and to Watch. To see reality for what it really was, and accept it as such.

I closed off my senses and reached out.

Hate.

The familiar, gut-wrenching, overwhelming feeling filled me to the brim, threatening to burst out at the seams. Disgust, anger, pain, making my fingers burn and my skin itch.

Who’s hatred was it?

Mine? Was I so filled with loathing for this thing that even touching it with my senses made my blood boil?

Neow’s? Was this an artificial feeling implanted in me by the Ancient responsible for my resurrection, to make sure I came all this way and finished the job?

Or was my Perception doing exactly as it was supposed to, and sensing the Heart’s animosity for me?

It did feel like it was directed at me. The weight of it bore down on me, but I took a breath and let it pass, focused on my goal, looking for the source. My heart beat in time with the Heart above. Humming to the slow tones of Calm soothed my racing blood, and It followed, the waves of pressure coming less frequently.

And yet as much as I searched, I couldn’t tell which of us the hatred came from.

Like the blood, spattered over my clothes, all of it red. Only some of it mine. The blood I’d used to make the ambrosia.

And finally, I figured it out.

The Word jumped to my lips, ready to be used, and now I knew it was more than it seemed.

They–the Words we Ventures used–were not simply Words of Power. No single word could contain such an influence over reality, or be twisted and warped to serve the whims of those who spoke it.

It was the power that flowed within me, mutable, flexible by its very nature.

It was the power that the Chosen had so desired, had attempted to steal from me.

It was the power of the gods.

It was my power.

Help me, Defect. I whispered in my mind. I need you for this.

[QUERY] YES

We all twisted our Words to our needs. But this…

[QUERY] NOW

[QUERY] TOGETHER

With Hearts pounding, I spoke my Word.

CLEAVE

[ERROR] CLEAVE NOT FOUND

[DEFINE] CLEAVE

[CLEAVE]

to be faithful

to hold fast

to unite

The world dissolved into light.

#The Ascension #Slay the Spire #The Watcher #fic #Part 37

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apompkwrites · 2 years

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Also a different person from the other vocaloid peeps, I’ve been in the vocaloid fandom for… so long lol. Kingscholar!(name) gives me Abstract Nonsense by Neru. I mainly listen to ENG ver but I do still very much enjoy the original versions if they’re in another language!

Saying right here!! I do NOT remember the PVs so I’m not sure if they contain flashing lights or fast moving pictures! So watch with caution if you are sensitive to either of those! Also! Some of these songs contain and touch on touchy subjects! You have been warned!

Some vibes I get from the siblings from various songs are

Lil Rose: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru

Kingscholar!(name): Abstract Nonsense by Neru,

Lil Octo: Imagination Forest by Jin(part of Kagerou Project)

Bodyguard!Al-Asim!(name): Servant or Evil by Mothy

Galaling(lil Schoen-somethingsomethingIcan’tspell): Failure Girl by Kairiki Bear, Circus Monster by CircusP

Lil Shroud: Compared Child by TUYU, Apparently there’s a cheat code to happiness by Uta-P, Don’t Touch Me by Creep-P, Self-Inflicted Achromatic by nekobolo

Totally not kingscholar!(name) and Galaling: Magnet by minato. Another love-y song for them would be The Name of the Sin by Ryo

Imagining our lil octopoly with Reboot by JimmyThumb-P

Just the black sheep in general: ERROR by niki, I’m glad you’re evil too by Pinnochio-P, Game of Life. You’re a Useless Child by Kikuo, Irony by Scop, Hated by Life Itself by Kanzaki Iori, Hated Person Song by 164

Probably some but I can’t think properly: Copycat by CircusP, WILDFIRE!! by CIRCRUSH

If they snapped: MONSTER by KIRA

Saying right here but again just to be safe!! I do NOT remember the PVs so I’m not sure if they contain flashing lights or fast moving pictures! So watch with caution if you are sensitive to either of those! Also! Some of these songs contain and touch on touchy subjects! You have been warned!

You can kinda tell what kinda voca songs I listen to lol

www what a joy to answer because i get to listen to vocaloid music :D btw i put links for the specific lyrics i used as examples on each one! i wanted to go through some of my favorite covers/lyrics so there they are for your listening pleasure <3

a throwback for lost one's weeping <33 i see how lil rose fits especially with how the song focuses on education and how it brudens a child. except instead of the basic education system, it's ms. rosehearts.

couldn't take the love i had, so weak and burning low. but it grew into a weapon only hurting me, this i know... can you recite your dreams as a child? who threw those dreams down the drain? hey, who was it? but i already know. who is it okay to ask? hey, what do i do? it doesn't matter anymore! aaaaaaah!

abstract nonsense! listening to the og song and seeing the last lyrics was what sold me for being the lil cub. a very heavy song about want to die but being afraid to do so. and honestly, i feel like that does fit kingscholar!(name). instead of trying to die, they resort to running away </3 THIS SONG CONTAINS SUICIDE/SELF HARM!

ah, rate me and judge, that's all that you can do. ah, make me and break me, now just put my worst year on repeat. how pointless. i want to stop, so i jump into a path. how boring. i've become weary, so i start running away in the middle of my journey. i feel like crying from my suffering, but am unable to cling to anyone. and my voice is being ridiculed and ignored. to put it simply, i am merely a piece of junk.

aaaaa kagerou project!!!! i've never heard this song before but now i love it :OO onto the actual connection, this definitely fits lil ashengrotto! i love the idea that this could be where their fic could go? like they live so long in solitude but just one (mer)person comes around to pull them out of it <3

this world is plain and simple it seems. yes, i know that it's me who is strange. i'm just a monster that nobody gets and this will not ever change. so far away among all of the trees, in this old house that no one around ever would see… maybe that’s why no one visits, I guess I can empathize.

servant of evil yes yes yes yes yes!!!!! hhh imagine this being the center of a bodyguard!asim fic with asim!(name) sacrificing themselves by taking an assassination they know they cannot stop D: like the assassin comes from a group of people who see kalim as a hopeless ruler that will drive the asim name and all that they control into the ground. so bodyguard!asim is seen as a servant of evil by those same people.

i will serve until i die. fate had given us life, now the twins are damned with spite. even so i will guard you and block out all the pain. i will dirty my hands so your smile remains. let hellfire consume if that's what must be done, i will gladly play the part, so that you may shine, my sun... if the whole world plots to extinguish your light. if they find the need to make you break and cry. don't you worry, dear, i am right by your side. so just smile for me; it'll be alright. if the day comes that we are reborn once again, it'd be nice to play with you; so i'll wait for you 'til then.

circus monster is another callback for me but i've never actually listened to failure girl before now :O but i see both of them fitting shoenheit :( failure girl definitely plays more into their surface level feelings about their life if that makes sense? kinda that apathy at the beginning because of how much they mess up. and then circus monster plays more into their act that they put up to hide those feelings. but also it plays into schoenheit's want for their big brother who they look up to.

ah, see, i've played dumb again, pretending not to see. how good i've gotten at this. what is happening? i can hear you sing. they will not obey, they've been lead astray. will I still see you? i have to see you.

lots and lots of songs for shroud!(name) :OO obviously, compared child does fit with the story of ortho being the "better" shroud. i love the connection of cheat code with the fact that idia is obsessed with video games? and maybe that bled into (name) to feel a bit closer to their still grieving brother.

hoo there's more okay. don't touch me (hehe dhmis), funny enough, matches an idea i have for the fic? since when were you in my drafts 🤨? anyway, self inflicted achromatic! this song does reflect shroud!(name)'s feelings the best. the idea that they're living and hurting everyone around them is what hurts the most :(

my left side hurts and it troubles me. i always felt the gap between us. i was alive but i was aiming too high. isn't it asking too much to do the impossible? "i don't care, just get it done." it feels unreasonable. don't let them see... delete your browser history. let them see lies. but you will die. fabricated truth of all the deceased. "sorry for your loss!" he was a lost cause. just by leaving I’m no one for another day. hundred lives, never changing them or anything. nobody there to scream, no more being mean to me. then could I have it all back in one piece?

since we've talked about magnet already, let's talk about the name of the sin :D i like the idea of the song being in schoenheit's perspective and the one they are singing about is kingscholar :O i guess it's the idea of schoenheit keeping that idea of wanting to have a good reputation so they put up a mask. but then kingscholar loves them at the end of the day, no matter what happens :(( hehe bonus this is another song for the idol au with asim!(name) :D

if I could become something i wanted to be, then I want to appear as a normal girl in front of you. but this very thought made my chest hurt. why am i me? "don't cry, I will always, until the day we die, be by your side. that's why from today onwards, you'll be a normal girl, okay?"

octopoly angst using reboot i see :O imagine we go with the idea that aster and lil leech get along... mostly. they have those big blow ups for fights but they don't necessarily hate each other. but ashengrotto hates these moments and they try to calm everyone down and diffuse the situation. but then. one fight something goes wrong and ashengrotto ends up dying, leaving the two eels. their death practically severs the relationship because the two eels are just trying to make sense of everything and get used to life now. just a series of loss and healing :(

honestly, just the whole mv i feel like encapsulates this idea so no specific lyrics. just video :D

okay post getting long but iconic songs like game of life, you're a useless child, hated by life itself, and copycat def fit the entire black sheep series/group as a whole :)

++possible insp for art?? mayhaps mayhaps

#a pompk answers #black sheep

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tuliptic · 1 year

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Feedback for Personal Career Reading 🎆

First of all I really love the format of your reading. I think I've said this before but I'll say it again. I love how your reading is divided into ten different questions each looking at different aspects of the topic. They give me a well-rounded view of my situation. I really love the questions you came up with aside from the ones I gave you. Your reading is A+++ in terms of structure, detail and accuracy. I also really love the banner you put up on the first page with my name written on it. Actually I rarely get personal readings so that's really a nice personal touch, like a lovely gift!

One card to symbolise you

I'm really happy to see a confirmation that I embody this energy of being a catalyst of change because my life for now is pretty stagnant structurally. I try to do things in a different way as a teacher to foster interest in students and not just force them to do stuff when they actually have no idea what they're doing. That's good then, this card feels like a report card for me lmao. I actually have no idea how impactful the things I do are, it's awesome if they are, although I feel it largely depends on the people receiving it too, like they have to allow themselves to open up to the knowledge in order for it to actually make an impact. I'm honoured to be the messenger.

1. What job are you meant to do?

Changing the world is really one of my dreams, whether it's little by little or in whatever way. I know that it's one of my life purposes so this part really resonates. The Saturn energy you mentioned sounds like my higher self because that's usually how she presented herself. I like how well you're able to pinpoint my energy. She could be a little stern but still caring when she actually gets to teaching. That's very different from my usual casual attitude. So I can see the discipline teacher part xD

2. Why? What are qualities you possess that will help you in this particular career?

You're right. I've always worked well when I'm alone and able to see to things with my own standards, methods and goals. I actually am a tuition teacher. Actually I think tuition is way more relaxed than in a school setting because schools have very rigid activities and teaching flow that you have to follow through.

With that being said it would absolutely be better if I could be a private tutor complete with my own freedom but not every parent wants that they usually want the system in tuition centres lol.

3. Should you change your job?

It's true that taking that step out is not what I usually do because I have different things to consider. Yes discernment is key. I'm very, very, very afraid I'm gonna make a wrong move and everything just comes crashing down.

4. What should you go for?

I usually am the one people go for advice. I don't know how well I could do as a counsellor though, probably with a lot of trial and error as like most things I do. Healing work is a large part of my practice so to do it as a job would be amazing. I like that this appeared in the reading because it has been crossing my mind lately.

5. What do you want to achieve from these? What is your main goal?

Emotional satisfaction is very true. Even now with the games and the healing work, they provide me rewards in terms of emotional satisfaction. They give me a sense of purpose, direction, skill improvement and accomplishment. I believe that the darker themes I have to go through I have to learn from them so as to provide others insight as to how another person went through that. All things require a sacrifice, a give and take. If energy is this sacrifice then it is a worthy one.

6. How can you hone your skills?

You are right that there are noises in my head from different things. You are also right that the one screaming the loudest right now is this conflict of whether to change my job. You said I can make use of this noise, that it serves a purpose. I'm so happy this message is there because I like to take opportunities when bad things happen to see what use I can make from them other than the inconveniences they are. I've never thought to make use of the noise other than to see their roots and work through things. You gave me an idea, thank you. This is my favourite message in the wonderful reading!

7. Who can you confide in? Who can help you?

Such a person... they seem cool. I hope to meet them soon. I feel very hopeful.

8. What opportunities are coming your way?

This is my second favourite part of the reading because it gives me a feeling of an adventure. Hahaha the attending certain courses part had me chuckling because my boss has been talking about it. It doesn't surprise me because you've always been very accurate in your readings but it does give me more confidence that it's gonna be successful.

9. How would you approach the opportunities coming your way?

I usually hesitate a lot, like I'm the type to uhhh walk round and round the shop trying to decide whether I want to buy that little thing or not... But when it comes to some things especially when it's on my mind a lot I can usually make up my mind right then and there so you're correct.

The Hermit message is my third favourite thank you. Lighting my own path, I'll remember that. To me I think it's to not let my inner conflict dim the light but instead letting my core values guide me amidst the screaming emotions and let it be my light. "Don't burn yourself to warm other people." I don't know what this refers to, maybe it has to be about what I'd go through in the future. Thank you, I will remember it.

10. What messages do you need to hear?

I don't have enough belief in myself despite my desire to. Trial and error is a recurrent theme in my life especially when I work on new things. It's very reassuring that you said I have what it takes to get me through challenges. This won't be the first time I step into things I have little book knowledge of so here we go again *shrugs*

Overall message

Hard work and practicality. They're not difficult and they're not particularly easy either. They require a certain level of discipline. Them being the overall message really feels grounding to me. It feels like there would be different opportunities presented to me? I hope so. That would be amazing.

Last but not least, thank you for doing this reading for me! I'm so glad I decided to get a personal reading from you. I never doubted that you'll be able to deliver insight and information that would help me see my future better and rest my worries. You did very, very, very well. This reading will undoubtedly be one I'm gonna read over and over again because of the peace of mind and confidence it gives me.

Hi!! Thank you for this detailed feedback! I never expected it to be towards each of the questions I've answered! I've subscribed to Canva so it'll be such a waste to not put them to good use ahahahaha

I just... I'm slightly overwhelmed by how detailed your feedbacks are, and most of all, I'm glad it resonated with you and brought you the clarity you needed. Thank you for getting a reading from me. It brought me out from my slump (slightly). I'm actually taking a break from tarot this month and probably half of next month as well (not prepared for Aries season AT ALL) and yeah, as you've seen my reaction in the dms, you noticed how shooketh I was when you came for a reading. It mean so much to me to be able to do a reading for you!

Oh I forgot, that there's another part of the reading that I forgot to include: the lyrics. There's this part of the lyrics message that I've gotten for you: Good luck, let's go and meet the new me in the future. I'm seeing it as luck will be coming to you and there's a chance for you to transform anew, a brighter path that's coming towards you as you step out bit by bit!

Once again, thank you a lot! For this feedback and for everything you've done for this community!

#tuliptic #🌷#🌷 feedbacks

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mnictasbcl · 2 years

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System update pending

Crackfic below. Connor must do a system update but hits the blue screen of death instead 😔 very sad for him. Wrote this in 20 minutes at night on my phone so, expect a masterpiece (regret)

I put it on AO3

Connor, the cutting edge prototype, the RK800, was currently in something of an awkward predicament: a software update was required on his system. He didn't want to do it, he was ready to go to sleep, but unfortunately he'd already paused the update for the past two weeks and now it was demanding his attention. He could not "enter rest mode". He could only "update and enter rest mode" or simply "update".

It was late at night and, well, he chose the former option. Nothing bad would come by letting the update happen during his sleep, right?

Except this was the year 2039 and updates were no better than updates on a 2022 Windows 10 laptop: they were shit. As he drifted off into stasis he saw the dreaded message:

"Update 1 of 169"

And knew he was in for a long night.

The moment stasis began, he knew immediately something was wrong. Instead of nothingness or a strange dream, he was in the Zen Garden. Which was technically still existing in his Mind Palace, but not in this state. Instead of a rose trellis, creeping up the middle of the garden was a huge screen. It was blue, with a small frowny emoticon on it, and it read:

"RK800.exe has run into an unexpected error"

"Oh no." Connor bemoaned. "Oh shit! It's the blue screen of death."

This certainly meant that his system update was going to take longer than expected, for the meantime trapping him in the dusty confines of the Zen Garden. That would be incredibly boring, he lamented internally.

His internal lamentations were heard by someone, it seemed, because not a moment later he heard someone walking behind him.

"Connor."

He turned to face her. "Amanda. Hi, how's it going?"

"I'm not sure." She replied. "I'm simply a construct of your unconscious mind. I no longer exist."

"Damn. That's rough." Connor winced in sympathy. "You do sound a bit out of character."

"Well, I'm sorry," fake-Amanda shook her head, "how is Amanda meant to sound?"

Connor shrugged. "Not sure, really. If I got her deleted from existence, then probably pissed. She was usually disappointed in me as well."

The Amanda nodded, walking towards him and roughly grabbing his shirt collar. "How's this?"

"Getting there. Be a bit meaner, though."

"Alright. Uh, Connor, you silly little machine," she shook him violently, "you always do this. Break. Blue screen when you're... doing a software update. Silly little prototype."

"Ouch." Connor frowned. "Kind of rude. Say, could I have some more pleasant in-update entertainment?"

"Alright." He glanced to the side, seeing what looked like Hank walking behind Amanda. "Hi."

"Fuck you. Fuckin fuckin shit." Hank said.

"That's too much Hank." Connor shook his head. "Amanda, tell him."

"Language!" Amanda reprimanded.

Connor stared off into the distance, wondering if the update had screwed something up in his system monumentally. No, it appeared that the blue screen of death was almost finished and was going to restart soon.

"It's been a good one." He told the... the what? "Who are you guys, anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Amanda replied. Hank simply flipped him off.

Before he could get another word out he found himself violently restarted, LED spinning yellow as his systems initlaised. He was back in his room, and the little prompt for the update popped up again.

"I think I'll pause it for now." He decided with a yawn, turning onto his side. "Cyberlife always messes up their cumulative system updates."

#not even tagging this

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bunnisdumbbrain · 2 months

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Dear diary,

There’s so much to talk about here and I have no clue where to start. I’ve never been the best at journaling (only because if there was ever an error on the paper I’d want to rip the page out and start all over) so this seems to be the best option LOL. I think I just want to use this as a place to vent frustrations or keep up with myself, quite literally as a diary. I’m still debating on whether I want to mention this on my main blog only because this is definitely more personal haha. We’ll see.

Anyways, 2023 was such a shit year for me omfg. Let’s see: got into a huge argument with my boyfriend on my graduation day, birthday bonfire was ruined, had to put down my rescue dog due to his aggression :(, boyfriend gave me a relationship ultimatum, spent months wondering why I wasn’t enough, and then ended the 7 year relationship. Sounds like a sob story HAHA, but fuck that year sucked.

My friends have been my biggest support system though. I love them so so much and they are amazing for putting up with me constantly. Also they always agree to go traveling with me <3 I have never traveled as much as I have within the past two months than the past 3 years. I’ve somehow managed to talk my best friends into traveling to New York with me soon so I’m super excited for that. Hopefully I can meet the cute mustache man of my dreams there LOL.

Also, being single is so new to me still!! I was dating my ex since I was 15 so being single at 22 feels so strange! I know for sure I’m not emotionally ready for another relationship at the moment, nor am I looking for one, but I do miss the aspects of a relationship. Like the causal hanging out and kissing LOL. (Maybe I need a friend who I can kiss occasionally) For some reason in January, I ended up downloading bumble (dumbass alert!!) and boy was that shit a doozy. Some are of the guys on there were cute [especially if they had a mustache] but it just was not for me. I also felt like if I did end up meeting anyone in person for a date it be awkward to mention that I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. My bumble account lasted 1 1/2 weeks.

Moving on, I think I like talking to people online atm just because nothing comes of it. I can be flirty and no harm done, but boy is it hard to find people I’m genuinely interested in talking to. It gives me such an ick if someone is overly sexual all the time. I get it’s fun occasionally but if I can’t have a casual conversation with you then no thank you!!! I was talking to this one guy on here (which was dumb on my part because this is tumblr) and we had good conversations (plus he was hot) but it would turn me off as soon as he’d ask for pics, especially after I’ve said no. Ended up blocking him </3 (rest in peace).

I’m in no shape or form wanting to send pics OF ANY KIND (unless they’re cute lil selfies) at the moment anyways. I do not feel good in my body and I’d rather rip my eyeballs out then let someone see me naked (a little extreme but my point stands).

Speaking about my body though, I’m wanting to focus on bettering myself this year! I think there’s definitely a lot of things I’ve been slacking on this year and am wanting to change. My weight is my biggest obstacle at the moment. All I can do is workout and eat better though to fix that (have I been doing it? kind of). I just need better accountability!!! Also I need to stop eating out so often. I’m on the fence about not watching porn though LOL. I think I’ve watched it like every other day for the past few months. Maybe it’s bad for me but idk I just like to c*m.

I think I’ll be updating this every week or every other week? I’m terrible at keeping a routine so who knows. I’m planning on going to the gym tomorrow so, fingers crossed.

Sincerely,

Bunni

#02/22/24 #this is so long #ignore any grammatical errors please

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holistifiedwellness · 3 months

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5 Ways to Start Improving Your Growth Mindset

We all know that by approaching what we do holistically, a sense of well-being will enhance our lives. Although, if we’re honest, the path to wellness can be daunting, not to mention overwhelming.

You want to make a change. You want to do the right thing. But how can you put one foot in front of the other? Where is the best place to start?

As a Mindset Expert and Business Coaching, Start-up Mentor, I am dedicated to empowering female entrepreneurs to overcome self-doubt and build their dream businesses with clarity.

Overall, I believe in the power of mindset. It has been key to the success of my clients. I’ve had extremely motivated women enrol for my coaching programme who were terrified that they wouldn’t fulfil their dreams because they didn’t have a strong enough skillset.

But a skillset is about capabilities and a mindset is about belief systems. You could have the most robust skill set and years of experience under your belt, but if your mindset is negative, self-critical and unfocused, you will certainly struggle to succeed.

On the flip side, a strong mindset will allow you to continually develop your skillset. The formula is a winner!

Improve your Growth Mindset

Getting into the right mindset is a beautiful and rewarding journey. If you fall into the trap of having a fixed mindset that settles into what is working for you, you’ll find it difficult to make changes and evolve.

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Change the Narrative

If you’re starting a new project, don’t think, “I hope this will be easy for me.” Instead, open yourself up to thinking, “This will be interesting!”

If you receive negative feedback, don’t kick yourself and say, “This proves I am rubbish.” See it as an opportunity and say, “Okay, I’m excited to get back to work and learn more.”

With a fixed mindset approach, it’s easy to attribute success and failure to inherent ability. You may look for reassurance by doing things you know you’re comfortable with.

A growth mindset coaching leads you to take inspired action in your work and look at challenges as learning curves.

Seek Feedback

Whether you view a recent project as a success or not, seeking feedback from people you worked with is a great way to develop a growth mindset.

They may give you insight into where you’ve developed or what needs improvement. You might receive a welcome vote of confidence or a better understanding of how to make positive changes.

Learn Something New

From yoga to salsa, from netball to learning a musical instrument, challenge yourself to learn something that you’re not already good at. What about a new language? Creative writing? The basics of economics?

This will shift you out of your comfort zone whilst keeping you focused during the time you’ve specially carved out for yourself to learn.

It’s Okay to Make Mistakes

You won’t get everything right the first time you try. Be kind to yourself and allow yourself the space to make errors, and then learn from them.

Mistakes are necessary and should be seen as positive rather than negative. They are all part of the learning process. You can only identify any weakness or lack of understanding by making a mistake.

Ask yourself this; if you saw somebody fail at a task that you know inside out, would you tell them they’re useless or encourage them to learn?

Welcome a Life of Wellness

Opening yourself to holistic ways means you want to transform and develop. I recently launched, Holistified, a specialist platform that unites wellness experiences and ethical and wellness products with wellness seekers and the conscious shopper.

By visiting holistified.com you can immediately find one-to-one and bespoke offerings, classes, workshops, events, courses and retreats.

Ethically sourced items are available in the online shop, too. You can be sure, if it’s happening and it’s holistic, it’s listed.

Over the past year, I have been dedicated to ensuring that holistified.com will empower its users with the best tools to cultivate well-being and connect to mind, body and soul. Did I make mistakes? Many! Am I learning every day? Of course!

Simply put, a Holistified lifestyle is about creating a better you. A more informed you. It is about discovering your highest potential. I have had to dig deep and ask myself so many questions in order to understand the importance of wellness in the community and lifestyle. And, as for all business owners, it’s an ongoing work in progress.

As Marilyn Monroe famously said, “A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows she has none.” Being a boss should not be seen as a job. It’s a mindset.

And whether you’re the CEO of a company or head of your household, any type of boss cannot be fixed within their thinking. So open yourself up to all the possibilities out there, believe you can…and you will.

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harmonyrosesaga · 4 months

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My Thoughts on Spirituality and Religion!

⚠️ If this happens to be a sensitive subject for you, I understand and it's why I'm warning you because what I'm about to mention will be controversial for some, if not most people! Please continue reading at your discretion! I am not going to judge anyone based on their beliefs, my goal is to help those who feel trapped or lost and continue searching for the "right religion or Spiritual Belief!⚠️

For those of you who wish to proceed and further address this topic, before we begin, I must give you the backstory of our journey through spirituality and religion.

More specifically, my wife has spent over a quarter of her life searching for the truth. We started as Christians, my father is a Baptist, and my mother is also a Baptist? ( I'm honestly unsure, but I know for certain she's Christian.) Most, if not all of my family members are Christian, the same can be said about my wife's family! They all believe that if you don't fully trust in God, you're going to hell, and so forth. Of course, I have problems with this, but I'm moving on, so as not to offend anyone. We both decided Christianity was no longer the path for us and thus began our journey into multiple different Religions and Spiritual Beliefs. I followed wherever her heart carried us because I always found sound logic in her reasons for moving on from one to the next. With each new thing we sought and discovered, she was 100 percent in and gave her all, while I sat on the side and watched putting in as little effort as possible, not because I was trying to be cruel but because I couldn't force myself to be interested in dedicating hours of my day into another religion or spiritual belief. Although I didn't realize it until today, in the back of my mind, I always knew we weren't going to stick with one belief system for long. We would be on our way, learning about something else that didn't fit our motives in life.

That being said, from personal experience, switching from one belief to the next was both mentally and physically exhausting. However, I never blamed my wife for wanting to seek the truth nor do I blame anyone else for wanting to search and discover. It's what most people dream of more than anything. We all have a longing to know what life is like after we pass, it's understandable. Because I won't lie, I become scared when I think about the fact there might not be a place for my soul, if I have one, once my body passes. Who doesn't, right? We begin to question, what if there isn't an afterlife? What then?

I have a solid argument when these thoughts come about and reappear in my mind. If there isn't an afterlife, what's the purpose of spending every waking moment you have, searching for something that isn't there, wouldn't you rather be using your quality time for more important things such as enjoying the time on earth you do have, putting forth effort so your life has meaning and purpose? How can you do that when you're so focused on the many possibilities and questions about what happens when your body ceases to be? So, what if there is an afterlife?

It will continue to be there when your body decays so why spend your moments on Earth searching for what will come to be? I truly believe in my heart, that if there happens to be Gods, Goddesses, one God, or other beings with divine power, if they are just and moral, especially if we as humans, make mistakes because that's how we're created, then we will be damned to hell? I think not! This argument also stands if you're a Christian. There have been many changes in the Bible due to translation errors and such, and there's no logical reason or explanation that any God who loves and cares for his people, would send you to hell because you didn't believe. Especially if he created us to be beautifully broken. We are not perfect nor were we created to be perfect, this is also something stated in the Bible.

if you happen to be someone who needs structure and has been diving into religion, or you have no use for religion but need structure, such as myself, there's always philosophy and Jediism. If you don't know what these subjects are, I highly suggest you research and learn as much as you can on these specific topics. Both are great examples, especially if you're searching for structure, peace of body and mind, patience, better mental health and physical health, etc.

I know Jediism sounds like a joke, my wife and I both thought so too when we first discovered it, but before you judge, I highly suggest you keep an open mind and please research anything you don't understand, you would be surprised at how much you learn...Now begs the question;

How does having Autism and ADHD affect my thoughts on Spirituality and Religion?

That's a good question ;) and this is where my ADHD kicks in. I struggle with managing time, organization, patience, focusing, memory, and probably more but I can't remember, you're probably thinking, this is where religion would help, correct? Wrong! My time is filled with taking care of children 90 percent of the time. The other ten percent is spent being productive and finding ways to gain more income for financial stability. If I play a game, I make sure to record or stream said game. During the day, when the boys are calm, I'm writing my blog, being an activist and advocate for those who are LGBTQIA+ or people with disabilities or mental illnesses, but still working. In my mind, if I'm not being productive in some way, form, or fashion, my mind is going crazy and my anxiety kicks into overdrive. Currently, I live with family and we're all struggling, trying to stay afloat and survive. My mind is busy working overtime trying to focus on life, so my family and I can eventually live in a home of our own, and live our best life. I don't have time to worry about what's happening outside of what I'm focusing on currently.

That being said, I believe autism is the key to having an open mind, at least in my case, because I'm prone to being more gullible and naive than most. This is why the moment my wife came to me and told me she wasn't a Christian anymore, I asked a few questions and requested to explain her reasoning, after listening intently and processing the information, it didn't take much and my mind was open. My response was, "Ohh, that makes sense, that's valid," and each time I was convinced that the next path was the correct one, so was she.

What are my beliefs and what helped me make the final decision?

So far, I do believe in Jediism to an extent, I still have an open mind and I'm learning to trust my intuition more and more each day. You could also say I'm neutral to the thought of beings with Divine powers and an afterlife. It's almost impossible to prove that either exists, so I don't waste precious time and effort thinking about it too much. I adore Viking music and their face paint. Occasionally, I use tarot cards, not because I believe everything the card suggests is true, but because I love the pagan, Viking aesthetic and I believe using the cards can help me gain a new level of insight if I'm feeling a lack of creativity or productivity.

Most times, I play with tarot cards for fun, I found they can be of great use when creating characters for tabletop role-playing games and fictional stories. I love the idea that all things are connected and have a soul, such as Druidry, it gives me that magical, lovely feeling and I tend to talk with inanimate objects a lot, whether they have a soul or not. Again, if it's true, then it is, but if not, then nothing changes. I've learned that I can respect the good from all religions and spiritual beliefs without having to trust and fully practice them! I can finally take a deep breath and believe everything will be alright, without having anxiety attacks about if I'm going to hell because I accidentally lied or made a mistake.

This all came about because my wife asked why I don't take the time to seek and gain knowledge about the unknown and I gave her the same answer, I'm giving you. Of course, I did so without the fancy wording but the same thoughts and ideas nonetheless.

Now that I've made my statement on the matter, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read my blog post, I hope you have an amazing day. Please, if you have any comments, questions or concerns feel free to respond to this post or message me via Twitter, Ko-fi, Tumblr, or Bluesky.

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fatherepoch26 · 2 years

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Memorial Service Basics: Honoring The Deceased, Comforting The Bereaved

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One of the ways that we are add more meaning for your life today moment is actually write my obituary. A summation of your legacy when i will leave behind, can direct a powerful course depending upon how we live our life now. Having to be written at some time, we may as well take control button of might and ensure it is reflect who we dream to be when we're still your life. Why spend some time thinking relating to your legacy? Understanding you would like your legacy become and defining your personal vision will shape the opposite six key decisions always be made at midlife. You will need surroundings and support systems that can help you implement eyesight. Your creative expression, your personal relationships along with the work that you simply do all implement that eyesight. Knowing what you want your legacy to be will serve like a beacon that will help you through once they half you could have.

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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If You Like What You See, End Your Curiosity

pornstar!Toji Fushiguro x camgirl f!Reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I wrote this for @cursedmoonchild's oops I did it again! collab. This is my first of two submissions, thank you so much for letting me join gorgeous I hope you all enjoy the fic! Warnings: 18+, camshow au, live cam sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, cucking, reader w pubic hair, daddy kink, brat taming, pussy spanks, praise, dumbification, edging, spanking, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), face riding, slapping, face fucking, aftercare. Words: 5.2k

networks: @planetonet

Sometimes Megumi can’t focus on your words because all he can think about is your glossy lips. It’s rare, though, because he knows you’ll never be interested in him the way he is with you. In his mind, you’re out of his league, and you have a career to focus on. He’s glad he met you when he started university since you’re more or less his only friend. But of course he had to go and be a stupid love sick fool and get a pointless crush on you. Despite knowing what the answer will be, he decides today is the day he’s gonna put a pin it in finally so that he can move on.

He's going to ask you on a date.

“What are you doing after class today, ‘Gumi?” you ask, earnestly while applying another sticky layer of lip gloss while staring at your reflection in your tiny compact mirror.

This is it. This is as good an opportunity he’s ever going to get. It has to be now. It needs to be now. But what if you say yes? Oh my fucking God that would be the best thing ever. He’ll make his intentions with you clear. And he’ll finally get the girl of his dreams. And it’ll show him that you reciprocate his feelings. Oh God that is the best possible outcome. But his palms are sweating at the prospect and he needs to calm down since he knows it’s unlikely that it’ll go down like that.

“I was wondering if you’d like to, um,” use the word date for the love of God use the word date, “I was thinking we could hang out tonight?” FUCK! He curses himself as he realises his error. He’s never going to get the courage to ask you out for real. Who was he kidding?

You look at him with furrowed brows, and he wonders for a second if he did use the word date. But then you start to giggle and he thinks he might curl in a ball and die at the prospect of you laughing at his suggestion of going out with him. He thought you were too nice for that. You’re normally so nice…

“Megumi… I can’t tonight I told you already, I’m busy.” you remind him with a cheery smile, it sends a wave of relief through his system when he notes you were laughing at his poor memory rather than his inadequacy as a potential partner.

“Oh, right. Uh, you did? I don’t—”

“I’m streaming tonight. You know, the special guest stream! The one I’ve not shut up about for like… two weeks!” you beam. It sends a chill through him as he recalls the main reason why you’d never want to be with him. You’re fierce. You’re independent. You’re out of his league.

“Sure. Must have slipped my mind, sorry.” he sighs, resting his head in his hand to get focus back on the book he was reading. You note his change in demeanour. He’s normally a grumpy guy but he seems worse than usual now. You shove your makeup and mirror in your handbag and lean closer to him. Fuck, please don’t get too close to him, your perfume smells too good.

“Megs… are you okay?” you ask him, kindly. No. He’s not fucking okay. You smell so fucking girly and perfect he thinks he’s gonna pop a fucking boner if you don’t back up from him.

“Fine.” he says, rudely, slamming his book closed and standing up to leave the room for a bathroom break.

He obviously isn’t fine. Both of you know it, but you decide not to press the issue any further. And honestly, he’s thankful for that.

He seemed to relax a little when he returned from the bathroom and the rest of your class went smoothly. You left the class with him and walked side-by-side until you reached your car. You’ve been giving him rides home while his car is in for repairs. It’s a little degrading, he thinks, to be seen as a passenger in your gaudy pink car. But he wouldn’t refuse it since it means he’ll be avoiding public transport. And it’s nice to spend a little more time with you.

“So what time is this special guest coming over?” he asks you, scouring for information on who you’d be spending your evening with over him.

“Not for a few hours but… I need to set up and get ready, so—”

“I wasn’t getting at anything. I know you’re too busy to hang out, just curious.” he interrupts, knowing what you were about to say. It’s almost scary sometimes how well he knows you. It gives you goosebumps, honestly, that he knew you were about to tell him you didn’t have any time to spare for him today.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be rude,” you explain, and he nods knowingly, “I just… this could be huge for me. He’s a pretty big deal in the industry and it could seriously put me on the map.” you explain.

“It’s fine.” it wasn’t. Of course it was a fucking guy. Of course he couldn’t be lucky enough to not have to fight another dude for your attention. For fuck sake. Why does nothing ever go his way?

“He’s older, too, and he’s really hot so I’m nervous. I need all the time I can get to prepare. I need this to be perfect.” you tell him, doing your best to explain away your guilt since it’s beginning to eat at you that you’re snubbing your best friend. “I can’t even believe he agreed to do a stream with me. Like, he’s so fucking hot.”

“Okay, I get it. You don’t have to keep going on and on about it, just take me home.” he pouts. You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s always been an uncomfortable subject for him and deciding to leave it for his sake. You don’t want his sour attitude to get into your head and ruin everything for you tonight, after all.

He wonders how stupid you can be to not realise he’s in love with you.

It’s been seven hours since you dropped Megumi off at his place. You hadn’t text him any updates of how your preparations were going and he decided not to ask. It’s almost midnight and he knows you aren’t you at this time. You’re her. You’re BerryCherryXO around this time.

You were pretty upfront with him about your secret double life as a camgirl, justifying that you aren’t ashamed of yourself for using your assets to make money. And he respects you for it. But it would be a plain lie if he said it didn’t kill him to think you flaunt your body, your pussy, for strangers to leer over. He’s never watched any of your streams. You’re grateful to him, since he’s told you he respects you and your friendship too much to do that to you, despite you telling him he’s welcome to if he ever gets curious. He’d feel like a creep since he knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands out of his pants once he sees the intimate areas of your body that only a lover should.

He'd get addicted.

He hates the thought of you fucking someone live on camera like you’re going to tonight. You’ve done it before, you’ve told him. Mostly girls since you claim it gets you more money. Most of the time you go solo, though, edging yourself for all to see until you simply can’t take it anymore. You’re good at your job, and the pay is fucking great.

Megumi finds himself in bed with his laptop and a bottle of lotion on his bedside. The lotion is there every night, but this particular evening he has a mission. He’s going to jerk off to some random amateur porn and fall the fuck asleep so he can’t think about what you’re doing anymore.

But his fingers stray and he hates himself. He’s too curious. Who is this special fucking guest that is such a huge deal? He can’t stop himself from typing the web address in the search bar for the streaming site he knows you use. He types your name into search bar and lo and behold, you’re live. His fingers hover for a while over the thumbnail and he has a moral debate of whether he should do this. It feels like a betrayal of trust despite you saying he can watch whenever he likes. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But he’s clicking it.

God you’re so beautiful. You’re sat so innocently yet dressed so scantily. You’re head to toe in pastel pink lingerie. It’s ruffled and adorable and a little see through. He can see your nipples through the sheer material. The stockings and garter belt have his mind running a mile a minute. He wants to fuck you, bad. He never thought of you as his personal fuck toy before now. He always respected you like the human being you are. He wanted to wine and dine you and love you like he knows he can and how you deserve. But that concept, right now, is out of the window. He wants to push your pathetic little panties to one side and bury your head into your soft pillows while he rams his cock into your little cunt.

This was a mistake.

He’s so fucking hard.

He can’t touch himself. If he touches himself it’s over. He’ll just stay for a little while. He’s smiling and his heart swells as you smile and begin to welcome in all of your viewers. You’ve just started, clearly. The title boasts about your special guest, the comments are flooded with speculation over who it could be. You giggle, and tut at their impatience.

“You’ll be meeting him very soon…” you speak, eyes scanning through the hundreds of comments pouring in. “Yeah, yeah I’ll change the title once he comes in. He won’t be long guys!” you laugh, repositioning yourself to flaunt more of your perfect body.

He can’t believe this is happening. And you’re a natural, it seems. Not at all camera shy and you talk to your audience as if you’re friends. He becomes a little distracted as he scrolls down from your stream to see your profile.

He wonders if it’s all true. Maybe it’s just part of your persona that you’re so confident and… crass. There is a section dedicated to describing yourself where you list your measurements and even whether or not you have pubic hair. There is a photo gallery filled with raunchy photographs. His mind races as he recalls seeing less dirty versions on your Instagram page. You get praised enough on Instagram, if only they could see your double life.

You have around 10 thousand subscribers and there are hundreds of positive reviews from several accounts. He scrolls back up to your stream to see you already have 1000 viewers in here. You’re pretty popular without help. And whoever this mystery guy is who you are confident will make your career might skyrocket the views even more.

“’m getting bored waiting for him guys… should we have some fun?” you question. An immediate stream of comments saying yes pour in which makes you giggle. You rest your back against the wall and open your legs nice and wide for all to see. Megumi takes such a heavy gulp it hurts his chest. He can see your… fuck. “I’m so fucking wet! He needs to hurry up and play with me already.” you confess as you lightly tap your pretty pearl through the pink material of your panties.

And just like that, Megumi is even deeper in love.

His cock is throbbing as he can think of nothing else but being the one to alleviate your sexual hunger. He may not have as much experience as you, but he’s sure he’d make you feel good. He’d put your pleasure above his own and he’d help you cum as many times as you needed until you were satisfied. And he certainly wouldn’t make you wait like this asshole is.

The tapping on your clit quickens and you begin to moan softly. Megumi doesn’t think he’s heard a prettier sound in all of his life. Your legs are shaking and squirming. You know you can’t cum so soon so that you can milk as much money as you can from your viewers. But God damn it, you’ve worked yourself up. Megumi watches the comment section as many of them demand that you make yourself cum and stop waiting for the guest to arrive. A few of them are even speculating that he isn’t coming anymore. Even fewer think that you’ve made it up.

He leaves his bed to grab a bottle of water from his mini fridge, hoping it will cool him down and settle his rising heart rate. He stands away from the screen for a long time as he decides to drain the bottle of its contents. And while he’s standing, he hears a knocking sound from his speakers. He doesn’t wait for you to welcome him in, instead barging in to see you touching yourself.

“You better not be playing with daddy’s pussy, baby.” he speaks. It’s deep, gruff, and intimidating. And by this point, Megumi knows this whole thing is staged. He should have known all along, really, since that is how you gain attention and views. Little stunts and plots to drive up the view count. And it seems to have worked like a charm. You share a little banter between each other and he coughs a little too loudly when you finally say the mans name. But he hears you tapping furiously at your keyboard, remembering that you promised to change the title once he arrived.

Megumi returns to see the chat in a frenzy. He can’t see the man, who’s head is perfectly beheaded off screen for the moment. His eyes squint as head reads the chat and he thinks he is going fucking mental.

TOJI!!!!

TOJI FUSHIGURO?!

OMFG IT’S DADDY TOJI!

No. Fucking. Way.

His eyes drift to see the newly changed title of your video. Toji Fushiguro, indeed. His hand cups your face and finally his side profile comes into view when he bends down to kiss you intimately.

Megumi rubs his temples with a vengeance as he feels himself getting a tension headache from the revelation that Toji Fushiguro is your special fucking guest. The hot older guy that you couldn’t stop fawning over. His fucking dad.

It makes sense that you didn’t put two and two together considering Megumi changed his surname to Zen’in after his mother passed away and his father left. His father who he hasn’t seen for two fucking years. His father who he had no fucking clue that he had been making a living as a pornstar.

Megumi spots the view count shoot up as time goes by. The minute you changed your title to include his father’s name, your stream became the most viewed livestream on the homepage of the site. Christ alive. What are the God damn odds?

“Look at this cute fuckin’ outfit you got for daddy comin’ over.” he snarls as he gropes your breast and flicks his fingers over your nipple a few times. You hiss, dramatically, and he silences you with a kiss. “Can’t believe you couldn’t wait for me. You know I don’t like impatient brats, don’tcha?”

“F-Fuck, please. I’m sorry we were all just, ah—!” you yelp as he uses his hand to grab the entire mound of your pussy.

“Fuck, princess. Got your little cunt nice ‘n wet for me, at least.” he praises. Megumi watches on as his father pulls your back into his chest and he spreads your legs to show off your drippy panties to the audience. To him. Toji sticks his tongue out, sliding the palm of his hand down the entire length to dampen in. You yelp as his heavy palm comes down and spanks your panty covered pussy. It stimulates your clit but it shocked you. Shocks you, because he repeats himself a few times. “Daddy don’t like bad girls who break the rules, baby.” he reminds you, spanking your swollen cunt again and again.

“Shiiiit, T-Toji, ‘m sorry!” you mewl, earning a harsher spank.

“Not Toji, darlin’, what’s my fuckin’ name?”

“Ah-! D-Daddy! Fuck, daddy, ‘m sorry!”

“That’s it… Good girl…” he praises, spanking your pussy a little lighter this time, but still hard enough to elicit a response. “Daddy don’t like it when stupid little girls touch their pussies without his permission, either.”

“I’ll be good f’you, promise!” you assure him. He grins and spanks you one more time.

“Yeah, bet you fuckin’ will when I’m done with ya,” he laughs, “gonna edge this little pussy o’yours ‘til you’re cryin’. How’s that sound to everyone, huh?”

After Megumi reads a few comments agreeing with his proposal, he slams the lid of his laptop closed. Deciding enough is enough, he can’t do this. It’s too weird it’s… sick. He didn’t think he could hate his dad any more than he already does.

But Toji always finds a way to outdo himself.

Megumi finds himself downstairs with his roommates in the kitchen. He rummages in the fridge while Yuuji and Nobara have a pointless conversation of ‘what would you do if’. Yuuji’s latest question being, ‘what would you do if a dinosaur charged into the kitchen?’

“Die, probably.” Nobara answers honestly, and it’s a realistic answer. Unlike Yuuji claiming he’d tame it and keep it as a pet. “What would you do if the love of your life started dating your best friend?” she asks.

“I’d be… happy for them? I guess. Wouldn’t want to ruin things for ‘em.” Yuuji tells them both. And it’s true, to be honest, that is a very Yuuji thing to do. Nobara approves of his answer and then they both turn to Megumi who just shrugs his shoulders. “Boooooring.” Yuuji boo’s.

“Alright,” Megumi speaks as he puts down his glass of orange juice, “what would you do if one of your parents was fucking the love of your life?” he asks. It’s genuine curiosity, and an attempt to gauge what to do about his predicament.

“Kill them both.” Nobara answers.

“No, seriously.”

“Am I laughing?” she responds, earning a laugh from the boys. “What would you do Yuuji?” Nobara asks him.

“Well I don’t know my parents, do I?” he laughs a little more.

“If you did?” Megumi asks. Yuuji just shrugs again, which gives Megumi the right to spin his ‘boring’ comment back around on him. “Okay well what if, uh, the love of your life didn’t know they were your parent.”

“Well you can’t hold it against them, then. Right?” Yuuji comments.

“Fuck that,” Nobara laughs. “I’d probably still kill the parent and just find a new person to be in love with, if that was the case.”

“What about… If, uh,” Megumi stumbles, unsure if he should divulge any further information about what he’s going through. “If the love of your life turned out to be a porn star… and, uh, your parent was their scene partner.”

“This is getting way too specific, Megumi.”

“For sure.”

“Shut up. It’s just a game, right? What would you do?” Megumi presses further.

“Are you asking us if we would jerk off to our parents fucking the love of our life?” Yuuji wonders. Megumi winces, pulling a disgusted face as he waits for Yuuji to continue. “Well, in fairness, I don’t know my parents so I might have already jerked off to them fucking someone else.”

“You’re so disgusting Itadori.” Nobara scoffs. “I wouldn’t watch my parents fucking the love of my life, I wouldn’t watch them fucking anyone.” she speaks sternly. Nobara is the voice of reason, right now, the right thing that Megumi should do. That he is doing right now by being here with them. He knows he has perfect access to you waiting on his closed laptop upstairs. He needs the reassurance from his roommates that he shouldn’t do this. Nobara is right. It’s totally fucked up.

“If the video didn’t have my parents face in I’d probably be able to get myself there, y’know?” Yuuji speaks, Megumi and Nobara let their jaws hang low in disbelief of his blunt honesty. “Like, a first person shot or that gross back shot of balls slapping against their ass.”

“What is wrong with you?” Nobara fake barfs as she thinks further about what he said.

“You know what? I’d jerk off to it whether I saw their face or not. They’re the fucking love of my life? If I love someone I’m gonna get hard, and what am I gonna do? Not cum to the love of my life? It’s bad manners.”

“I’m going to bed.” Nobara tells them both, leaving the kitchen.

“Me too.” Megumi huffs, following her.

“What? I thought we were having fun! Cowards! I’m just bein’ honest unlike you two.”

Why the fuck did he have to say that. Couldn’t he have lied like a normal person? Now Megumi has a pass to do what he’s desperate to do. It’s you. It’s beautiful, perfect you getting fucked senseless by his stupid piece of shit dad. But he can ignore that. He can ignore him for you.

He gets back to his room and opens the lid of his laptop to see the stream still active. In the time he’s been chatting with his friends, you still haven’t even began to fuck. But now, you’re over Toji’s lap like a naughty school girl getting spanked stupid. Your yelps and cries are so sweet. He’s hard again. Fuck. He can’t help loving you.

Megumi still manages to resist the urge to touch himself throughout it all. He almost loses his resolve when Toji pulls your panties down roughly, like it’s stupid that you’re even wearing them. He tosses them aside and shows your pretty pussy to the camera for all to see. And Megumi knew it would be gorgeous. Like you. It mentioned on your profile that you trimmed rather than shaving completely bald down there. It didn’t bother him one bit, and clearly the same could be said for Toji as he wasted no time dipping his fingers into your sticky folds.

“Careful now, darlin’. Better not cum without my say so.” Toji smirks as he pummels his fingers inside of your textured walls.

You’re moaning, groaning, panting, squealing. Your face buries into the crook of his neck as he fingers you better than anyone else ever has. But still, Megumi holds true. His cock is throbbing and leaking and he knows he won’t be able to hold out much longer without giving it some form of attention.

“D-Daddy…” you moan, eager to make a request. You’ve been getting edged for fucking ages and even through the webcam Megumi can see how your legs are trembling. What a trooper.

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you, um, can you… go… d-do—”

“Want me to go down on you?” he speaks, loud enough for it to echo off the walls in your bedroom.

“Uh-huh.” you nod, shyly.

“Say it, then. Tell daddy you want your pretty pussy ate ‘n I will. Might even let you cum if you ask me sweet enough.” he tells you. You gulp, it’s so sweet and little and so you. You are so confident at university. Megumi can hardly believe you’re so shy in your sex life.

“P-Please would you eat my… m-my… please eat my pussy, daddy.” you stammer. He kisses you, hard, proud of your begging little voice as you find the courage to request this of him. He praises you, endlessly, as he begins to kiss down your body until his head is between your thighs. His arms hook around your legs to keep you in place and your fingers lace through his hair.

You’re so close from being edged for so damn long, you know his perfectly pointed tongue circling your puffy clit will be your undoing. But he doesn’t want you to cum yet. And as much as you’d enjoy the feeling of it, you don’t either. There is more money to be made, after all.

He brings you to that edge once again before retracting his tongue from you. You practically throw a tantrum as you writhe around on the bed, desperately searching for some form of reprieve. He slaps your face lightly and points his fingers between your eyes to gain your attention.

“None of that. No fuckin’ bratting on my watch, sweetheart.” he tells you. You gulp again, nodding in agreement. “Ride my face.” he commands as he spanks your ass lightly, compelling you to move so that you can switch positions.

You look ethereal as you use Toji’s face as your throne to bring along your crushing demise. By this point, Megumi couldn’t help but tease the tip of his sticky member. Why couldn’t it be him? For fuck sake, he’d give anything to be his dad right now.

You’re devastated yet again when you’re pushed away from Toji’s face before you can finish. You wonder if he’ll ever let you cum. But he decides it’s time for you to put one of your so-called expertise’s to the test. He wants his cock sucked.

He grunts and groans as your throat houses his cock comfortably. You let him fuck into your mouth and it’s perfect because you have a near non-existent gag reflex. Though your tear-stained eyes tell him that even his monstrously fat cock is a bit of a challenge for you. Megumi is repulsed but he can’t help but laugh as he thinks that is something he certainly inherited from his old man.

By the time you’re getting your tiny pussy fucked within an inch of your life, Megumi is fucking his fist furiously in time with his dad’s thrusts. He loses his steam every now and then when he thinks about how fucked up this is. But he can’t seem to care when you’re moaning and crying and begging. For what? You aren’t sure. Because you can’t voice anything other than cries of daddy daddy daddy!

“G-Gonna cum, daddy! Can I? Can I fucking cum please please please!”

“Yes you fucking can. Go on, show everyone how a good slut cums for her daddy.” he instructs.

Your heart goes a mile a minute and your pussy clamps around him furiously. He moans deliciously into your ear as he cums right along with you, emptying his balls into your unprotected pussy.

You shudder and shake as the aftershocks of the extended orgasm wracks your body. He kisses you, gently, praising you for doing such a good job. Took him and his edging like a champion. It’s almost impossible to stomach the thought of saying goodbye to everyone and signing off as you lie against his sweaty body with his cum spilling out of your cunt. He’s smart enough to know you won’t be able to stand on your own for a little while, so he takes the liberty of signing off for you. He hypes you up to everyone, telling them how good your pussy feels and what a superstar you are. Your subscribers climb like crazy and finally, you wave and thank everyone for coming. Toji ends the stream, sorting everything out so you don’t have to worry about it.

The post orgasm bliss wears off almost instantly for Megumi as he lays in bed with his cum painted across his abdomen. How will he face you tomorrow? Should he tell you that he watched? He definitely won’t mention that he jerked off to it. Part of him feels as though he owes it to you to tell you who your scene partner was. But for now, all he can think about it cleaning himself off and going to sleep.

Things will be clearer tomorrow.

“I’m gonna run us a bath, babe. Gonna take good care of you.” Toji tells you, lying by your side and playing with your hair until you’re almost asleep.

“Think ‘m in love with you,” you giggle looking into his dazzling jade green eyes. He leans down, kissing your lips softly before getting up to do as he promised he would.

“I get it. Happens all the time.” he teases back before turning the hot water tap on full blast. He returns, scooping you up in his arms and rocking you softly in his hold. “You were amazing. I’d love to do it again sometime, anytime you want just let me know.”

“I—”

“Yeah? What is it?” he wonders, a look of concern flashing across his face as he awaits your response.

“I’m so tired, it doesn’t matter ‘m bein’ stupid.” you shake off, but he tuts your comment away and insists you tell him what’s on your mind. “S’embarrassing… but, um, I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever. ‘m sorry I feel so… dumb.”

“Not dumb, don’t say that. What are you gettin’ at? Wanna be my little girlfriend, hm? I like this gig too much babe, don’t wanna quit just yet.” he explains, and you nod agreeing with his sentiment.

“I don’t wanna quit either… told you it’s stupid.” you finish.

“Stop. That. Now.” he commands, stunning you into silence as he thinks about what he wants to say. You’d been in contact with Toji for a while before tonight. The way he talked to you always set your heart ablaze and had you kicking your feet as you read his text messages. His buttery voice warmed your insides and you aren’t ashamed to admit you’ve masturbated to plenty of his videos and felt no shame in telling him so. There’s a real connection between you, you’re sure of it. And tonight, getting fucked like that, has made you realise that you want him forever. “So we’ll… keep doing our jobs but be together. Okay?”

“What about… scene partners?”

“Gonna get jealous, princess?”

“I mean, p-probably…”

“Won’t fuck anyone else but you, then. We’ll fuck each other on streams and no one else. Deal?”

“Deal.” you smile, letting Toji carry you in the direction of your bathroom so that you can both clean yourselves up.

Megumi can’t sleep. He just has a horrible feeling that’s nagging at him and keeping him awake. He thinks it means he has to tell you who Toji is, tomorrow, whether you hate him for it or not. It’s giving him butterflies. It’s making him sick. But that can’t be all it is… surely.

Why does he feel like you’ve made a deal with the devil?

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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School Years: Together & Apart

- March Year 19 through 10 April Year 22 -

2 March Year 19 Notes 1 (SJ)

Ten days after returning from the U.S., SeokJin and his father visit the principal’s office at his new school. SeokJin learns that he will start one grade lower due to the different education systems. SeokJin’s father grips his shoulder while the principal explains that school is a “dangerous place” that needs to be “tightly controlled.” He asks: “You know you have to keep me informed, right? You’ll be a good student, right?” SeokJin squeezes out a “yes” and his father lets go. Both ChangJun and the principal laugh. SeokJin looks down at their shining shoes, wondering from where the light is coming.

Note: SeokJin’s 25 June Year 19 entry in Notes 1 specifies that his father attended the same high school. JiMin’s 23 July Year 22 entry in Notes 2 reveals that, according to a comment he finds on an online news article, ChangJun and the principal were in school at the same time and fought with each other “as if it would only end when one of them dropped dead,” but they appeared to get along later due to politics.

3 March Year 19 BTS Universe Story: The Boy on the Threshold, ep.1

On the first day of school at Songju Jeil High School, the Dean of Students berates the six latecomers lined up outside: SeokJin, NamJoon, HoSeok, JiMin, TaeHyung, and JungKook. YoonGi arrives even later. The Dean assigns them one month of community service as punishment. When he notices SeokJin, he clears his throat and says he is letting them off because it’s the first day: they must all assemble after classes to clean the annex, a classroom turned into a storage room. This room becomes their meeting place and hideout even after their punishment is finished.

Note: Their punishment for being late is referenced in JiMin’s 12 March Year 19 entry in Notes 1, when he escapes to the old classroom again and finds the others already there. He observes that it feels as though they’ve been “hanging out together forever.” The punishment scene is also similar to a moment in the BTS Begins Middle Scene VCR. Although it includes a few extra students and cannot be confirmed as BU content, it does mirror the canonical detail of YoonGi arriving last.

28 May Year 19 Notes: Answer

In the classroom hideout, JungKook asks everyone what their dreams are because he has to write a paper about future hopes. SeokJin wants to become a good person, and YoonGi says it’s okay to have no dream. TaeHyung poses on a chair and says he’s going to be a superhero. HoSeok scolds him and adds that he wants to find his mom and live happily. JiMin asks him if he is unhappy now, and HoSeok pulls an exaggeratedly worried expression. “Is that how it works?” JiMin is flustered when HoSeok asks what his dream is and remembers that when he was in preschool he wanted to be president, but didn’t know what he wanted after that. Everyone looks at NamJoon, who shrugs and confesses that while he wants to say something nice, he doesn’t have a dream either and just wishes that his part-time job pays more. JungKook looks down at his assignment, divided into sections for “student” and “parent,” and wonders what he hopes to become. He can’t think of anything to write.

12 June Year 19 — The Sea Notes 1

YoonGi’s entry:

All seven boys cut school and decide to go to the sea. They have little money between them, so they must walk to the train station. As they leave, YoonGi almost bumps into JiMin and realizes that he is standing frozen with a trembling face. JiMin stares at a sign that reads “2.1km to Grass Flower Arboretum.” YoonGi flatly tells him that it’s too hot to go to the arboretum. He has an “instinctive feeling” that they should avoid it. He observes that JiMin walks away like a little kid, head bent and shoulders hunched.

JungKook’s entry:

The boys arrive at the beach. They hang around under a torn parasol until HoSeok holds up a discovery on his phone: a large rock that is supposed to grant your dream if you stand atop it and shout your dream out to the sea. TaeHyung encourages them to go. While they grumble in the heat on the long trek, JungKook reflects on how he had recently asked the others what their dreams were. (See 28 May Year 19.) None of them really have a dream to pursue.

YoonGi tells JungKook to stop biting his nails or else they’ll become like his. Then he asks JungKook what his dream is. Having never thought about it, JungKook doesn’t know. He hesitates and then asks what a dream is. HoSeok rattles off a few definitions from his phone. YoonGi questions, “How can something that you want to achieve most in your life and something that is unlikely to come true both be called a dream? … Don’t ever try to have a dream.” JungKook asks why. At his glance, YoonGi stops biting his nails and puts his hands in his pockets. “Because it’s tough having one.” JungKook is curious about why YoonGi bites his nails but doesn’t ask. He recalls that it has been a habit since his childhood to hurt himself. He remembers cutting his finger on a knife badly enough that his mom took him to the hospital, but she didn’t take care of him after they went home. His wound healed slowly because he kept pressing it; the pain helped him feel awake. Even now, he sometimes feels hollow.

TaeHyung asks how much longer they have to walk. HoSeok is puzzled, saying they should be close. They gaze around the empty, pebbled beach. JiMin sighs and reads aloud from an article on his phone. A resort will be built on this beach, and the construction company blew up the rock. They notice the cordoned off construction zone. They try to reassure each other to remain positive, but they all feel the disappointment of walking all that way for nothing. JungKook notices YoonGi biting his nails again and tries to stop him, but he is interrupted by a loud drilling noise. JungKook looks past him at the sea and all that remains of the dream-granting rock, the pebbles under their feet. “Is the world tough for you, too?” he asks, but YoonGi can’t hear him. JungKook screams again. “Do you want to give up on this world, too?” HoSeok and TaeHyung laugh at their mimed conversation. They all look out to the sea and shout their dreams. The drilling is so loud that they can’t hear each other. JungKook cannot even hear his own dream. When the noise stops, they cut off abruptly and laugh. SeokJin suggests that they take a photo. He sets the timer and runs to join their row, the sea behind them. They walk back to the train station. JungKook asks if he can keep the photo. SeokJin writes “June 12” on the back and gives it to him, telling him that his dream will come true. JungKook asks if SeokJin knows what he shouted to the sea, and SeokJin merely taps his shoulder and strides ahead.

BTS Universe Story : The Boy on the Threshold, ep.3

JungKook’s memory of the beach trip follows a similar structure to the scene in Notes 1, plus a notable addition. After they fail to find the dream-granting boulder, JungKook climbs up on the pier railing. He thinks: “I’ve always liked walking on the edge of walls or on top of lines. Focusing on centering my gravity means that I don’t really think of anything else, and the boundary—not quite a part of either place—always felt like where I should be.” Someone grabs his arm while he precariously balances. YoonGi tells him not to do that, and JungKook assures him that he won’t fall.

“YoonGi would often grab my arm when I walked on railings. The others would look after me, too, after seeing him do that. I liked their helping hands. It felt like they were telling me that I should go to them. That this wasn’t my place. Maybe their hands were why I walked on the railings.”

25 June Year 19 Notes 1 (SJ)

Alone in the classroom hideout, SeokJin finds a plant by the window. He takes pictures with his phone but doesn’t think they capture what the human eye sees. He notices that “HoSeok’s plant” is scribbled on the floor beneath the pot and then realizes that the window sills, walls, and ceiling are covered with graffiti and drawings, messages left behind by the students who once passed through that room. He wonders if there were past teachers who used violence and endless tests or students like him who ratted out their friends to the principal. Since his father also attended that high school, SeokJin looks for his name on the walls and finds it with a phrase written underneath: “Everything started from here.”

Note: TaeHyung, JiMin, NamJoon, and YoonGi discover several other familiar names near Kim ChangJun (SeokJin’s father) on the classroom wall in TaeHyung’s 23 July Year 22 entry from 7’s album Notes and the extended version in Notes 2.

30 August Year 19 Notes: Her

JiMin plays in HoSeok’s shadow while he is on the phone, reflecting on how HoSeok has accompanied him on the two-hour walk home since the beginning of the school semester. JiMin eventually realized that HoSeok didn’t live in the same direction but never questioned him, simply hoping that their time walking together would stretch the day out a little longer. HoSeok finishes on the phone and chases after him while the cicadas sing and their ice creams melt. Suddenly, JiMin is afraid, wondering how many of these days are left.

20 March Year 20 Notes 1 (TH)

TaeHyung sneaks up on NamJoon in the hallway by their classroom hideout. He stops when he hears SeokJin’s voice inside, apparently informing the principal about how TaeHyung and YoonGi had ditched school and got in a fight over the past few days. SeokJin throws open the door, phone in hand, and looks flustered to see NamJoon standing there. TaeHyung hides in a corner and is shocked to hear NamJoon assure him, “It’s OK. There must’ve been a good reason.” HoSeok and JiMin find TaeHyung in the hallway, and HoSeok pulls him into the classroom. NamJoon beams at TaeHyung as though nothing strange has happened. Believing that NamJoon “must have his reasons” because he is more intelligent and mature, TaeHyung decides not to tell anyone about the conversation he overheard.

15 May Year 20 Notes 1 (NJ)

NamJoon visits the classroom hideout on his last day of school. Two weeks prior, his family decided that they needed to move due to complications with his father’s health and their overdue rent. NamJoon tries to write a message on a piece of paper. He scribbles “I must survive” before the pencil lead snaps. He crumples the paper and writes in the dust on the window instead.

“No farewell message would be enough to let the others know how I felt. At the same time, no farewell message was needed to make myself understood. ‘See you again.’ It was a wish, rather than a promise.”

Note: “I must survive” is a recurring message tied to NamJoon in the BU MVs. See also 17 December Year 21.

7 June Year 20 Notes: Persona

TaeHyung’s two month old puppy Dubu slips out of the leash and disappears while he is distracted on his phone. TaeHyung runs around the neighborhood looking for him, first angry at the puppy and then blaming himself. When Dubu returns on his own, TaeHyung is filled with the unfamiliar feeling that he is someone who can be relied on.

11 June Year 20 BTS Universe Story: The Boy on the Threshold, ep.5 Everyone’s Place

In the classroom hideout, JungKook listens to YoonGi playing the piano. The sound of the music makes him feel as if YoonGi understands how he feels and is trying to console him. The Dean of Students forces the door open, demanding why they are there. He berates and slaps JungKook, knocking him to the floor. YoonGi steps between them and shoves the teacher’s shoulder. The dean warns him that he had better be prepared for the consequences of putting his hands on a teacher and then leaves. Despite his throbbing cheek, JungKook smiles because it is the first time someone has protected him, and the feeling of getting closer to YoonGi makes him giddy. For the next two weeks, YoonGi does not come to school.

25 June Year 20 Notes 1

JungKook’s entry:

JungKook tries to play the piano in the classroom hideout, unable to make it sound like YoonGi did. He reflects on the rumor that YoonGi was expelled after the events of 11 June and wonders if YoonGi would still be here playing the piano if JungKook had not been there that day when the teacher appeared.

YoonGi’s entry:

Breathing hard, YoonGi arrives at his bedroom, removes a half-burned piano key from an envelope in his desk drawer, and throws it into the trash can. He remembers a day four years ago when he returned to their burned down home and found a skeleton of the piano where his mother’s room used to stand. He noticed several piano keys on the ground and took one of them, wondering what note it was and how many times her fingers touched it. In the present, YoonGi thinks how unbearable living under his father’s rule is and recalls what happened that day: he is officially expelled from school. He picks up the piano key again and hurls it out the window.

“I couldn’t hear the piano key hit the ground. Now I’d never know what note it made. It’d never make a sound again. I’d never play the piano again.”

17 July Year 20 Notes 1 (SJ)

At the end of the last school day before summer vacation, SeokJin tries to leave quickly but is hailed by HoSeok and JiMin. No one knows that he was pressured by the principal and revealed their hideout, which led to JungKook and YoonGi being discovered (11 June) and the latter’s expulsion (25 June). HoSeok wishes SeokJin a good vacation and to keep in touch, but he can’t reply.

“My first day at this school crossed my mind as I passed through the school gate. We were all late and got punished. But we were together, so we could laugh together. I had ruined all those memories we shared.”

Note: Variations of the sentiment “we can laugh when we’re together” recur throughout BU.

15 September Year 20 Notes 1 (HS)

In the hospital emergency room, HoSeok wants to explain how JiMin had a seizure at the bus stop to his mother, Sim SeonMi. When the doctors wheel JiMin’s bed out, HoSeok begins to follow until SeonMi thanks him and touches his shoulder. He feels like she has drawn a line between them that he cannot cross. He falls to the floor, and when he looks up, JiMin’s bed is gone.

Note: The name of JiMin’s mother is specified in his BTS Universe Story arc, Stopped Time. JiMin’s 11 May Year 22 entry in Notes 1 reflects that he blacked out at the bus stop after seeing the window of the Grass Flower Arboretum shuttle bus open. His 12 August Year 22 entry in Notes 2 reveals the real cause of JiMin’s seizure at the bus stop: he sees the boy that he left behind at the arboretum warehouse on 6 April Year 11. Though the boy’s empty eyes no longer speak to JiMin, this chance encounter awakens his memories of that day.

28 September Year 20 Notes: Her and Smeraldo Books Twitter

JiMin, heavily medicated, has lost track of how long he has been back in the hospital. But he considers this a special day because he lies to the doctor for the first time about not remembering anything.

Note: He is lying about not remembering what triggered his seizure at the bus stop on 15 September and/or what happened at the Grass Flower Arboretum when he was a kid (see Notes 2 comments above). This lie is also referenced in his 11 May Year 22 entry in Notes 1.

30 September Year 20 Notes 1 (JK)

A teacher hits JungKook with an attendance book when he refuses to admit that he still visits the classroom hideout, reminding him of when YoonGi was beaten. Later, JungKook stands outside the room and imagines that the others are waiting for him on the other side. He opens the door to only find HoSeok, clearing out what remains of their belongings. HoSeok walks him out, and JungKook realizes that those days are gone and will never come again.

25 February Year 21 Notes: Her (HS)

HoSeok watches himself dance in the mirror. He has danced since he was around twelve and discovered an ecstasy that came from inside himself. Outside of the mirror, HoSeok is a person who collapses everywhere and takes medicine he doesn’t need, who smiles even when he hates it and isn’t happy. But when he dances, he truly becomes himself, casting away all that weighs him down and feeling that he can become happy.

2 May Year 21 Notes: Persona (JK)

Biking along the Yangjicheon riverbank, JungKook thinks about how his friends left him one by one and that no one at home or in the world smiles at him anymore. He stops in the shadows under a bridge. Nobody comes to this kind of ruined place, and maybe that is the reason no one comes to him either. He feels most comfortable alone in the complete darkness where no one will look for him and wants the moment to never end.

9 August Year 21 Notes: Persona (SJ)

SeokJin walks along a Los Angeles beach and photographs the ocean. It has been a year since he fled Songju and moved to his mother’s family’s home, where he grew up as a child. He doesn’t photograph people anymore and didn’t bring any photos from high school with him, afraid to remember who he was at that time or to wonder about how his friends are doing and whether they still think of him.

17 December Year 21 Notes 1 (NJ)

This lengthy entry details events that transpired since the autumn of Year 20 when NamJoon’s family moved to the village, framed by moments on 17 December itself as NamJoon leaves on his own. His family chooses this village because it has a nearby hospital for his ailing father and employers who will hire someone without a high school diploma. NamJoon serves as a delivery boy for an eatery, competing for work with the other local boys. They grow a strange sense of solidarity, and he privately dubs one of them “TaeHyung,” even though the boy’s discontent, outward behavior is more akin to YoonGi’s. (Quotation marks added to the name here for clarity.) Competition slackens when snow falls in winter. NamJoon and “TaeHyung” are the only ones poor enough to risk the road up to the mountain town’s rest area when orders are phoned to the village below. On an afternoon forecast to have heavy snowfall, the restaurant owner dismisses “TaeHyung” due to his bruised face and gives the deliveries to NamJoon. The old delivery scooter fishtails on NamJoon’s third trip down the mountain, throwing him off. More anxious about the scratched scooter than his cut ankle and aching body, NamJoon finally gets it to restart and returns to the eatery. “TaeHyung,” who has been hanging around this whole time, approaches and asks for a favor. Before he can answer, NamJoon receives a call from his mother relaying that his father went outside alone and fell, requiring a trip to the hospital. NamJoon understands that his father was only trying to keep his dignity but is still frustrated because he can’t earn any more much-needed money this day. He hands “TaeHyung” the keys and leaves to take his father to the hospital.

The next day, NamJoon learns that “TaeHyung” was in a fatal accident during one of the deliveries up the mountain. The police officer blames him for being a poor driver and not wearing a helmet. NamJoon does not speak up that he has never seen the helmet the owner now has placed out on the counter. He visits the scene of the accident, thinking that the white outline on the road could be his if he was the one to make the next delivery—just as it could be his family mourning in the village instead of “TaeHyung’s” mother. On a later trip carrying his father home from the bus stop, NamJoon pretends not to hear his father’s frail voice over the noise of barking dogs. A week after that, NamJoon is making steady deliveries up the mountain. During what is ultimately his last delivery, he speaks with a stranger at the rest area, who cautions him to take care. “Do you know what’s really dangerous? Calcium chloride and wet leaves, not the snow itself,” the stranger blurts as NamJoon departs. NamJoon drives carefully back, not looking at the scene of the accident. This is not out of safety, as he tries to convince himself, but guilt: guilt for surviving, for his relief of being the one alive, for not defending “TaeHyung’s” driving skills. He also wonders if he is “a hypocrite pretending to have a guilty conscience.” Because he scattered wet leaves and sprinkled calcium chloride to prevent the road from icing over where he fell that afternoon, believing that he would be making the next delivery. If he did not do both those things, would “TaeHyung” be alive?

Mind and body numb, NamJoon makes it home from the delivery detached from the world around him. The barking dogs snap him out of the daze, and he remembers his father’s words that he pretended not to hear and dwelled on daily despite trying not to think about them: “Go, NamJoon. You must survive.” The next morning (17 December), NamJoon sneaks away to the bus stop. He is running away from his family’s misfortunes, from his own resignation to his fate, from poverty. The bus is scheduled to arrive in Songju in a few hours—the city he left with no notice and is returning to once more with the same. NamJoon wonders if his old friends still live there and how they are doing. On the frosted window, he writes with his finger: “I must survive.”

Note: The village boy’s real name is JongHun according to NamJoon’s 12 June Year 22 entry in Notes 2, which also reveals that he visited JongHun’s home to give his condolences before he left town.

1 February Year 22 Notes: 7 (SJ)

Summoned by his father without explanation, SeokJin flies back to Korea from Los Angeles. Although he has addresses in both LA and Songju, neither place feels like his home.

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