#guess i'm using citrus again?

[jellyloveru]

baking with SCRAPS!!! 🍞🍞🍞

baking... 🍞

[soulwrencher]

ok so like this is my first ask so sorry if its worded weird!! but could you write a drabble for ellie where like reader is dinas step sister or sum and like reader lives a few states away and dina wants reader to meet her friends so reader visits and meets all of them and ellie is like nervous and stuff and dina teases her for it and eventually dina ships ellie and reader tg (once again sorry if its worded weird..😭)

it's okay! so i'm not gonna specify readers relationship with dina lmao, reader could be a family friend too... and it's longer than a drabble, sorry. but here you go!

why don't you stay, stay here after hours?

ellie x reader, just fluff, not proofread, enjoy :)

you haven't been here for a while. but dina's apartment stayed the same, citrus-scented air freshener and deep brown eyes meeting you at the front door, it was all so familiar, even after all those years. however, you didn't expect a pretty face to emerge from behind her, in fact you didn't expect your little trip to good old hometown to be interesting in any way. when dina told you about her friends, you weren't expecting much, sorry dina. but shit, her friend is more than pretty, she's incredibly attractive.

"come on in," dina says, hugging you, miss pretty face standing awkwardly to the side. you let go, dina gestures towards her, you've been dying to know about her at this point and it's been only a few minutes since you got here.

"so, this is my friend ellie, we used to be a thing but—" ellie clears her throat, are her cheeks slightly rosy?

"we're really good friends, that's what i was trying to say," she continues, shooting ellie a glare. you awkwardly laugh, exchange some 'hi''s and 'nice to meet you''s with ellie, her raspy voice makes it harder for you to remember what you're here for. pretty auburn hair, strands falling out of her bun framing her face, green eyes and long lashes, freckles and kissable lips... what were you here for?

and ellie can't help but notice your eyes wandering, it's making her nervous. it's making her nervous that a gorgeous woman like you was watching her so carefully, she isn't used to getting this much attention next to dina who's incredibly extroverted and drawing all the attention.

she watches you leave and go up to dina's room. pulling dina aside, ellie elbows her.

"ouch," she hisses, rubbing herself.

"what the fuck? why would you mention we used to be a thing," ellie whispers. dina gasps, then covers her mouth, a sly smirk creeping up her face.

"don't tell me you like—" ellie cuts her off with a threatening, well not so threatening, 'hey' hoping dina understands that she needs to quiet down, you're literally upstairs.

"no, she's just pretty. you didn't tell me she's that pretty," she whispers, her face turning red. this will be a fun game for dina, for sure.

you all sit in her very cramped, but colorful kitchen, snacking and drinking while you and dina catch up. however, ellie can't help but steal glances from you, she couldn't help but study your face, the way you speak, the way you'd wheeze when you thought you said something funny, or when you—

"—and ellie is so, totally so single, incredibly single," dina laughs, pulling ellie out of thought. and you too, you've been thinking about ellie's green eyes lingering on your lips, is something on there? dina is the only one laughing while you and ellie are exchanging glances, for a second it feels like the world stopped for you to step closer to something unreachable.

"i guess i am? but why does that matter," ellie then responds, annoyance lacing her voice.

"because she's single too? and i just wanna be able to say that i'm a matchmaker," dina continues, stuffing chips into her mouth. you laugh, but ellie doesn't.

"you really wanna make us all uncomfortable, huh?" ellie mutters, fuck, why would she say that? she's been so overly self-conscious, trying really hard to leave good impressions, but having a pretty girl watch her bicker with her good friend, not how she imagined this to go at all.

"oh i'm not uncomfortable, don't worry," you say, the tension was thick. and dina notices this too, this whole thing took the wrong turn.

"well back in high school i walked up to someone thinking it was dina and scared that girl from behind, talk about uncomfortable," she scoffs. dina immediately throws back her head and cackles, but you can hear ellie's soft and low chuckles. fuck she's cute and you want to know more, know more about her and all the stories she had to tell and lived up until now.

and ellie is more than happy to see the smile that emerged on your lips when she said that, her eyes on you while you giggle at dina's silly stories about teenage ellie and dina's adventures. she just can't look away, your nose scrunches when you laugh, your eyes literally sparkle, you are just so endearing, and ellie would be a fool to pass up on this chance, on this chance to get to know you.

and you spend the rest of the afternoon at dina's place, laughter filling the room, glances and hands brushing filling up your heart.

"okay guys, we need to wrap it up, jesse is on his way and you know how he gets," dina shoots a look to ellie, both nodding in some secret agreement.

"can you get her to her hotel? but take it slow guys, never fuck on the first date," she chuckles, ellie scoffs while getting on her jacket, ellie would never be able to even hold hands with someone as beautiful and kind as you. but it for sure is a nice thought, a thought she saves for when she'll go to sleep later. and your thoughts are racing too, you're about to get in the car with ellie, she'll be driving you, you'll be alone with her, you are freaking out, but you can't let it show.

instead you awkwardly play with the leaves on the ground while you wait in front of her car after you said goodbye to dina.

walking out of dina's apartment, ellie can feel her heart jump out of her chest. she's a fucking wreck, but her urge for more is too big to ignore, she has to do something about all the feelings you made her feel. and for once in her life, she decides to make the first move once you're in her car, something dina always made fun of, telling ellie she's the biggest coward ever.

but not today, today she'll make you fall for her.

what she didn't know is that the second ellie opened the door for you and the scent of patchouli and tobacco filled your senses, you already fell, really hard at that.

you sit in her passenger seat, imagination running wild, the two of you could be knee deep—

"you comfy?" ellie asks, pulling you out of thought. you nod, yeah too fucking comfortable. you struggle putting your seatbelt on because your hands are shaking, but ellie is attentive, already helping you out, with shaky hands too.

to your disappointment, the drive was mostly quiet, so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat. but it's stupid to believe that someone like ellie would want to get to know you, you feel stupid for getting your hopes up.

ellie's eyes are on the navigator the whole time, two more streets and you're at the hotel. two more streets, she has to do something. the wheel is getting moist under her sweaty hands, she has never been this nervous in her whole life. but she might never see you again and does she really want to risk that? risk never going to meet anyone like you again? ellie clears her throat, she can't live with the thought of never having tried.

so she inhales deeply as she stops at the red light.

"so—" she starts, looking your way, making sure she got your attention. you tilt your head, you're gorgeous, god you are making this hard, ellie thinks to herself.

"—i made dinner, you should stay." ellie says, her voice low, eyes searching for yours in anticipation, she is about to explode.

"i'd love to," you reply. ellie smiles and hits the gas a little harder than needed as the lights turn green.

[cloudyskydreams]

Scent drabbles! UT,UF,US

UNDERTALE!

Sans smells like pine and rain

You groan as you lazily smack at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Sweet silence fills the room once you finally manage to hit the snooze button and you consider getting up, for a very brief moment you really did think about it but your skeletal mate clinging on to you destroyed any thoughts of getting up and starting the morning early. You snuggle into him and inhale deeply, his scent has always been so calming. The smell of a rainy day trampling exploring a pine forest filled your senses and you sigh happily.

"heh did you just sniff me?" His voice makes you jump a little and blush in embarrassment.

He looks up at you with a brow bone raised and squinted sockets."Uhm... No?" your voice is a tad meek.

"don't worry I'm not scent out of shape about it." He chuckles and you shake your head at his pun. He pulls you back into him burying your face into the tank top he sleeps in. "it's too early to be up." He whines and you sigh snuggling into him and enjoying the comforting smell pulling you back into sleep.

Papyrus: smells like citrus and clean laundry

You and Papyrus are in the kitchen together eating breakfast. He lovingly made you both pancakes and you happily dug in when the decent sized stack was set in front of you. There was some for his brother of course but he wasn't going to be awake for a few more hours the lazybones he is. Papyrus worked on the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper while you munched on pancakes occasionally asking you for advice.

"EIGHT LETTERS, UNWAKBLE STATE" you think about it as you chew.

"Maybe ... Comatose?" He checks it with the spaces and other answers he already has and nods.

"THANK YOU SWEET PEA." You smile at the nickname and stand up to set your plate in the sink.

After you're done you creep up behind him and lean over his shoulder resting yourself against his back as you peer at the crossword. He Nyehs and leans his head against yours. You smooch his cheek and sigh contently before nuzzling into the side of his neck vertebrae gently. He smells wonderful like a productive day inside cleaning laundry and munching on freshly peeled oranges.

"Papyrus darling you smell so yummy I could just eat you up" he blushes at your words and you chuckle noticing that the citrus stands out more when he's flustered.

"(Y/N)...DONT DISTRACT ME FROM THE DAILY PUZZLE I MUST KEEP MY MIND SHARP!" You know he doesn't mean that from the way he's pressing himself against you but you chuckle anyways.

"Sorry clementine, I'll let you focus." You smooch his cheek again and he leans into the touch. Heading away from the kitchen to leave him be you decide for once you're actually motivated to get some laundry done.

UNDERFELL:

Red smells like campfire and apple pie

Fellby had called you complaining of the drunken red stating he didn't want his brother to come pick him up and to call you. You sigh and tell Fellby you're on the way. You grumble to yourself the entire way out of your apartment complex and to the bar. Once you make it to the bar you search around and spot Red perched on a barstool dozing off as Fellby stands close to him behind the counter crackling with his fire looking a little brighter than normal.

"Hey fell, m here for him don't worry" you say as you help Red off the bar stool he clings on to you and Fellby does the equivalent of an eye roll before walking off to serve patrons.

"heyy sweetheart, nice ta see ya" he slurs and you sigh bracing his body with yours as you help him stumble to the door.

"Jesus Red the suns not even down yet... Did you and Edge have another fight or something?" Red mumbles something stopping in his tracks.

"What?"

"i said i love my brother." Guess you hit the nail on the spot.

"Never said you didn't bud... Have you been seeing your therapist?" You get him walking again and he groans as you pry into his personal life.

"yeh e'ry two or so weeks" he huffs and you nod satisfied.You gaze at the stars for a bit as you help Ref stumble back to the apartments and help him into the elevator.

"Your place or mine?" He looks at you confused. "If you got into a fight it wouldn't be the best look to come home in this state..might set him off again?" You prompt and he nods looking a bit taken aback.

"guess yours then doll thanks for offering." His voice is gruff and there's a slight red hue to his face you brush off as the influence of alcohol.

"It's not problem babe I'm used to babysitting you " you chuckle and lead him to your apartment. He stumbles and collapses on the couch and you go and get him and cup of water from the kitchen.As your setting it on the coffee table he gives you a soft look and you pause to stare at him. You awkwardly look at eachother before he inhales sharply and looks to the side.

"keep me company?" You melt at his request and sit on the floor next to the couch.

"Wanna talk about it?" You prompt and he steels his face slightly, you take that as a no."That's okay... You should sleep this off."He nods in agreement and lays his head back after receiving a small smooch from you,you're sitting pretty close and you can smell his scent coming off of him it's like a fall night eating apple pie with friends around a campfire. You tell him about your day gently as he drifts out into drunken slumber and when you're done you stand up and stretch. These brothers and their emotional constipation, they have to get over it someday. You head to the kitchen intent on using the fresh apples you have to make a pie.

Edge smells like gasoline and cherries

You had ran into Edge in the hallway and had both gotten on the elevator at the same time. Unfortunately for you the elevator decided now would be the perfect moment to break down mid descent and leave you standing awkwardly across from the tall pointy skeleton who's looking more and more stressed with each second.You notice his breath is labored and wonder why he even needs to breathe before noticing he's sweating slightly.

"Hey.. you okay edge?" He looks at you and glares

"I-IM PERFECTLT FINE ITS JUST A LITTLE CRAMPED IN HERE PRINCESS/PRINCE." You would think he would know better than to lie to you at this point. He's obviously in the early stages of panic.

"Hey it's okay we won't be stuck for long... They're probably working on fixing it already" you press the emergency button on the elevator just in case. You sit in tense silence with Edge for a bit more before actually sitting on the floor, after a few moments Edge follows suit. You smile at him and gently start humming hoping to calm his nerves. He looks at you gently blushing slightly and listening to you hum as his breathing calms. The scent of gasoline dissipates the more you hum leaving the sweet after scent of cherries hanging around and after awhile the elevator springs back to life. Edge scrambles up and away from you to the furthest corner of the elevator and clears his throat.

"THANK YOU... TELL NO ONE YOU SAW THAT." his voice holds a threat to it but you just smile at him and his flushed cheeks.

"Have a good day edge." You hum as you exit the elevator after kissing his cheek now intent on going to the store. You have a craving for cherries now.

UNDERSWAP

Stretch smells like honeysuckle and honey

You sigh as you stretch out further on the couch. Today was lazy Sunday and you decided to spend the day with Stretch and Blue. Blue tried to join in on the tradition but couldn't sit still long enough and left to go about his day. Stretch however matched your laziness twofold so here you two were lazed out in his living room watching some nature documentary on bees.

"hey honey, what do bee's chew?" You think about it for a second before shrugging.

"bumble gum" he chuckles and you roll your eyes that was awful."

what's a bees favorite sport?" You groan hoping this isn't going to be a rest of the day thing.

"I don't know honey bun what?" You coo and he flushes a bit at the nickname but smiles as he sits up in his arm chair.

"Fris-bee." You chuckle at that one and he beams at you proud to have made you laugh.

"Okay Mr comedian no more" you say and he throws up and a okay sign standing up and gesturing for you to move your feet. You do and he sits down so you spread your feet back over his lap and he sets a hand on your calf rubbing it lightly. You guys enjoy each other's company and eventually you fall asleep to the monotone voice of the speaker on the documentary.

When you wake up you're cuddled to Stretches chest and he's asleep a little bit of orange drool leaking from his mouth. You giggle at the sight.He smells floral sweet like summer honeysuckle and the regular honey he likes to drink, it reminds you of your childhood and summer days. You nuzzle into him and he pulls you into his hoodie clad ribcage. You drift off back to sleep as you cuddle the clingy skeleton

Blue smells like mint and snow (stole this one couldn't think of anything lol)

Blue and you bustle around the kitchen as you cook together.

"NOT TOO MUCH SUGAR ANGEL WE DONT WANT IT TO BE TOO LUMPY." Blue reprimands and you halt on pouring in the sugar as he mixes the cookie dough.

It's winter time and you're making sugar cookies to ice and give out to neighbors. Blue and Papyrus had plenty of stuff planned for the winter season and you were invited to join in on them.

"Alright now we let the dough chill for a bit," you hum and set the dough in the fridge. Blue nods and starts to wash up as you head over and wait for your turn. You wash your hands and head to the living room with Blue.

"IM GOING TO TURN ON THE NAPSTATON GYFTMAS SPECIAL! ITS A CLASSIC THIS TIME OF YEAR!" He calls out and you nod. You can't decide if you like Mettaton or Napstaton more but you don't really watch them without the boys so it doesn't really matter in the long run.

Blue bounces over to the couch and gets comfortable as he turns on the special he's talking about. He looks at you for a second and there's a sparkle in his eyes a he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"CAN I PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR?"

You chuckle and nod sitting in between his legs to which he immediately shoves a bony hand in your hair. You lean back into the sensation and let him work out knots and braid and unbraid as you watch the musical drama in front of you.

Blue seems content to simply play with your hair and as you lean back you catch a whiff of his scent.

He smells like freshly fallen snow and peppermint a nice combination and perfect for these winter days. You find comfort in the scent and sensation of having your hair played with and subconsciously lean into Blues touch as he starts to massage your scalp.

Once the shows over you two hope back up and start on rolling out the dough and shaping it. It's a fun time and you and Blue take turns picking out different cookie cutters. You can't wait for more winter days like this to come.

[moonstruckme]

Honeydew

I'm doing a rewatch of the bear and god he is just so irresistable. My childhood crush on lip gallagher has been revived and given new purpose! I can't promise to write for carmy consistently but if y'all have requests I wouldn't be opposed to them :)

cw: blood 

Carmy Berzatto x fem!reader ♡ 972 words

There are tons of benefits to being in the same kitchen as a classically trained chef. For one, Carmy always gives you the easy tasks. Stirring pasta, scrambling eggs, chopping scallions. Today, you’re cutting up melon while he whips up some kind of citrus sauce, because your boyfriend is incapable of making just a fruit salad. No, it has to have some kind of fancy factor, or else they’ll take away his star, you guess. (Not that you’re complaining. That sauce is gonna be awesome.)

One thing that doesn’t tend to feel like a benefit is that any time you mess something up, you feel about three times more stupid than you would if you were by yourself. 

How were you supposed to guess that instead of cutting down through the melon when you try to slice it in half, the tip of the giant knife you’re using would come jutting out of the melon and embed itself in your palm. 

You gasp and pull away on instinct, and for a second, can only stare at the strangeness of it. You can see straight through to the inside of your hand, which is as unsettling as it is sickening, freezing you in morbid fascination until blood wells to the surface and your brain catches up to what’s happened. 

“What?” Carmy asks flatly, having heard your gasp and well used to your kitchen mishaps. 

You tear a paper towel off the roll, jamming it over the wound and fisting your hand around it. “I cut myself,” you say, somewhat shakily. 

“How bad?” 

You look down at the knife, miraculously clean-looking despite the blood now flowing from your hand. The paper towel is already starting to feel damp with it. 

You use your good hand to take the knife out of the melon, setting it in the sink so you don’t forget to wash it. “I don’t—” You’ve never cut yourself this deep before. You don’t know how bad is bad. “It seems not great.” 

You startle when a tattooed hand wraps around your elbow. 

“Chill,” Carmy says, turning you around to face him. He takes your wrist. “Open your hand.” 

“I can’t.” Panic makes your throat hot and tight. “It’s bleeding a lot.” 

“Let me see,” he says, trying to pry your fingers away from your curled-up hand. 

“I think it’s fine.” There are tears in your voice, and sometimes you wish Carmy was the type of person whose emotions naturally adjusted to balance out those around him, but your alarm only works him up. 

“Let me see,” he insists sharply, and you don’t have the will to resist, letting him unfold your fingers. You flinch as he removes the paper towel, blood running quickly into the crevices of your palm. 

“Shit,” Carmy hisses, tugging it over the sink. Your hand looks like a delta of crimson streams. He picks the paper towel up again, dabbing roughly so he can see the cut better. 

“Do you think it needs stitches?” you worry aloud, then immediately want to hit yourself. Even if he says it does, you think you’ll push back, too fearful of hospitals and needles and odd, stinging pains to consent to getting them. 

Your boyfriend is quiet, bending close to your hand as he lifts the paper towel again, and your voice goes a bit shrill. “Carm?” 

“No,” he says, staunching the wound again. 

Relief washes over you like a warm tide. Still, you ask, “How do you know?” 

Carmy presses your fingers closed like they had been, loosing a breath as he gives your fist a light squeeze. “I’ve seen enough cuts that do need stitches to know the difference. What the hell did you do?” 

You try to breathe out like he had, but your chest still feels too tight. You can feel your heart beating in your hand. “I don’t know,” you admit. “The knife slipped and went through the skin, or, like, the peel.” 

His brows knit together, and Carmy picks your knife up from the sink. You have no clue what he sees that you don’t, his eyes narrowing, but he shoots you a look once he’s done, setting it back down. 

“It’s dull,” he says, like this is a punishable offense. Maybe in his kitchen, it is. “This is why we keep our knives sharp, so these fuck-ups don’t happen.” 

“How was I supposed to know sharp knives were less dangerous?” You’re trying to joke, but your voice comes out watery. You press your lips together as adrenaline catches up to you, your vision blurring. 

“Relax.” Carmy sounds tired. His grip is strong, though, as he wrestles you into a hug, thick arms banding across your shoulders. You feel stupid, and silly, and he can tell, his hand cupping the back of your neck as tears carve hotly down your cheeks. “You’re just supposed to know.” 

You laugh wetly, breaking up some of the emotion knotted in your chest. Carmy pulls back until he can see your face. His hand moves to the side of your neck, thumb pressed against your jaw. 

“You’re okay,” he says firmly. “Does it hurt?” 

You shake your head. “Not really, I was just scared.” Your lips wobble pathetically, tears dribbling off your chin. “And you yelled at me.” 

Carmy blows out a breath, his mouth slanting wryly. “That wasn’t yelling,” he says, but brings his other hand to your face, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you choke out, pushing against his hands until he gives in, letting you fold yourself into his chest again. “I’m sorry I didn’t sharpen my knife.” 

“I’ll do it for you later.” You can feel his biceps bulging as he tightens his grip on you, holding you closer. “But there’s no fucking way we’re using that melon now.” 

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The moon had disappeared behind a cloud. Her room was darker than ever as Rhaella tossed and turned beneath her covers. She had bid Rhaenrya's family farewell only half a day ago and was to depart for Highgarden in the morning. Yet, she could not find sleep. Perhaps it was her conversation with Lucerys and Jace in the library the other day. Or how Aemond seemed so hellbent on revenge for something that happened a lifetime ago. All she knew was that sleep was evading her.

The padding of footsteps and the clanking of armor passing filled her ears. The light of a torch reached it's way across her chamber from the crack under the door. Something was happening while the castle slept...Or perhaps the guards were catching Aegon slinking about, no doubt returning drunk from his ventures in Flea Bottom.

As she lay there amongst feather-stuffed pillows and silken sheets, she thought of Aemond. How he had angrily marched her back to her chamber muttering a goodnight before disappearing down the steps. He had been so distant and cold lately. Rhaella thought it might lessen once Jace and Luke were finally gone from Kings Landing but after their litter left the yard, he had turned on his heel and disappeared into the castle with nothing but a murmur on his lips.

Perhaps it was all for the best. She was going to be married before the next moon, she shouldn't remain hung up on a childhood friend. Truly, leaving whatever they had in the past was what was best for all. For herself, for Aemond, for Lord Tyrell's son whom she had yet to meet.

That being said, she couldn't help but want him. His presence, the way he smelled slightly of citrus from whatever soap he used for his baths. Before she left she was determined to see him again, the way she wanted to, not however he wanted to portray himself to her. The gloomy solitary self Aemond had painted would not be what she would remember for the rest of her days with her husband.

The stones of the castle floor were cool on her feet as she slipped into a simple pair of slippers. Perhaps Aemond would still be awake at this hour.

In her haste, she quickly zipped down the hall, only to be stopped by a whisper of her name. Aemond? Was he lurking somewhere?

"Rhaella!"

She turned to her right where Maester Edric's door greeted her.

Seven Hells, the old man was going to be the death of her.

"Yes?" She greeted, pushing his door open. She felt like she was a child again, being scolded for not wanting vegetables at dinner.

"Where are you off to now?" He asked from his bed

Maester Edric's age was catching up to him, a fact Rhaella hated. He had become immobile four moons ago and his eyes had begun to go as well. Rhaella hated that it meant he'd most likely die soon. He was too weak to travel with her to Highgarden and she feared he might die before she was able to visit again.

"Just because I cannot walk does not mean my ears are not sharp." He said

"How did you know it was me?" Rhaella asked, sitting at his side

"I only know one person who dashes about the halls like that at night. You've done it since you were a little girl. Crawling into my bed claiming a White Walker was beneath your bed or hiding in your wardrobe." He laughed

"White Walkers aren't real." Rhaella laughed

"You never know." He smiled, "Now tell me, where are you off to tonight?"

"I want to visit Aemond. He has been...troublesome recently." Rhaella said

"You spend too much time thinking of him," Edric said, waving his hand in dismissal.

"He is important to me." Rhaella sighed

"He is young. Aemond is unpredictable." Edric sighed, "Better you turn your sights on something more stable."

"Let me guess? The Tyrell I'm set to marry?" Rhaella groaned not wanting to hear anymore of him, it was all Queen Alicent talked about around her.

"I was going to suggest Sōna." He laughed, "But the Tyrells work as well."

"What about Sōna?" Rhaella asked

"You're a dragon rider. You ought to train with your dragon. The best Targaryens have always had a strong bond with their dragons. Your father is an example of it." Edric said

"My father is hardly a great Targaryen." Rhaella laughed

"Perhaps he is not a good person...But no one can deny his fierceness. He is a warrior, his bond with his dragon is one of the strongest I have ever seen." Edric smiled

Rhaella shook her head even though Edric couldn't see her. She hated it, but he was right. Daemon had always had a magnificent bond with Caraxes.

"A bond like that takes years." Rhaella sighs

"You better start soon then." Maester Edric encouraged

A loud cough interrupted whatever was going to leave his lips next. Rhaella immediately reached for the cup of water that was kept on his bedside table. She slowly tipped it back and helped him drink.

"I'll let you rest." She said, started for the door.

"Are you going back to your room?" Edric asked, "Sleep is important."

"You know me...always dashing through the halls," Rhaella said

Edric lets out an amused laugh and wipes at his face where the water trickled down the sides of his face.

"Wherever you go, be safe." He encouraged

Rhaella gently shut the door behind her, hoping the old man on the other side would truly sleep the way she wanted him to. She thought of what she originally set out to do. Aemond. He was just a few halls and a flight of steps away from her. Perhaps he'd see her, maybe he wouldn't.

"Better you turn your sights on something more stable."

Her dragon riding clothes were a bit smelly. She made a mental note to hand them off to her handmaiden tomorrow morning. The horse she had stolen away from the stables snorted loudly as she tied him off in the small stable outside the pit.

"Hush. You're alright." She soothed pulling a ripe apple from her pocket and feeding it to him

Sōna bellowed, most likely in confusion, as the keepers brought her out. Rhaella must've woken her up. Her dragon was on the lazy side, much like her mother. She had heard tales from Dragonstone that Silverwing often slept the days away.

"Lady Rhaella, are you sure you wish to fly? It is late." The keeper said, rubbing sleep from his eyes

"Yes. I will be back before dawn, do not worry." Rhaella said, reaching to climb on her dragon

"Sōvēs!"

The way the cold air whipped at her face would never grow old. Rhaella took a deep breath of the fresh air among the clouds. Here, the stench of the city couldn't reach her nose.

Sōna let out a loud trill as they flew over the Kings Wood. Rhaella looked around. What could she possibly see this late at night? A stag running through the trees? Dragons were constantly hungry...

Instead of a possible snack for her dragon, Rhaella was met with another loud bellow. However instead of Sōna making it, she looked down to see Vhagar looking up at them from a large clearing.

What the hell were they doing out here?

Rhaella's feet crunched over the dried leaves and sticks as she walked through the woods. The moon was doing a good job of providing light but Rhaella was still stumbling every few steps. Sōna let out a churn everytime she nearly lost her footing. The dragon was more nervous than Rhaella was.

"Aemond?" She called as she reached the shore of the lake where Aemond taught her to swim so many years ago

The chirps of bugs and the hoot of an owl responded. Perhaps he was not here. Could it be that Vhagar was just resting here? Perhaps Aemond was back at the castle now sleeping the night away the way Rhaella was supposed to be.

"Looks like he's not here, girl." Rhaella said turning to Sōna who looked back at her, expressionless.

The loud crashing of bushes being trampled through had Rhaella's head snapping to the right. Sōna let out a deep growl beside her, the dragon's mouth opened, her long teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

"Seven fucking hells!"

Rhaella's eyes widened when Aemond crashed through the shrubs.

"Rhaella?" He asked looking at her

Rhaella glanced over at Sōna who was already looking at her with interest. Neither of them was expecting this...

"Aemond...what are you doing?" Rhaella asked, taking in his appearance. He was disheveled, a few leaves were even stuck in his hair. Oddly enough his hair was free from its usual style, instead it was tucked behind his ears, a few strands falling free and framing his face.

"I could not sleep. I thought a flight and a walk would clear my head." Aemond explained, "I...got lost in thought and wandered off the path."

"So you were lost?" Rhaella asked, a smile pulling at her lips.

"No!" Aemond said defensively

Aemond Targaryen, master swordsman, flyer of Vhagar, prince of the city had been crashing through the woods, lost. Rhaella could feel the laughter welling up in her stomach.

"Sure you were." Rhaella laughed

"I was not." Aemond said

"You're lying," Rhaella said, even Sōna knows it. Rhaella motioned to her dragon who had decided to lie down after realizing Aemond was no threat to her rider.

"Your dragon isn't even awake." Aemond pointed out, "Much less discerning whether I am lying or not."

Sōna let out a loud snort, as if she could tell Aemond was talking about her.

"Why are you out here?" Aemond grumbled, changing the subject.

"Same as you, I could not find sleep," Rhaella explained

"Clearly we need better tactics," Aemond said, sitting down on a large rock

Rhaella laughed at his tone. This was the Aemond she had been missing. His boyish humor and sarcasm were something she had always enjoyed. She quickly closed the distance between them and sat beside him, bumping their shoulders together.

"What are you doing?" He asked

"Sitting next to you. " Rhaella explained

Aemond let out a grunt and kicked at the dirt at their feet.

Silence settled around them as Sōna's deep breaths were the only thing that reached her ears. Rhaella took in Aemond's appearance. She couldn't remember the last time she saw him with his hair down surely, it had been years. Her eyes greedily roamed his frame as she sat next to her, eyes fixed on the lake. He had been bigger than her for years now but Rhaella had never been able to get over how truly board his frame had become. He was nowhere near fat but his thin frame was clearly muscular, his broad shoulders were what truly stood out to Rhaella. Surely if she placed her hands on them, she'd be able to feel the way the muscles beneath his dragon-riding clothes tensed.

"I am sorry." Aemond's soft tone filled her ears, "For ignoring you these past weeks."

She wasn't expecting an apology from Aemond, he never apologized when they were children. Even that one time when he scared her in the middle of the night and then she walked into a door. Her nose had bled for nearly twenty minutes after that.

"I have...been upset that you are leaving for Highgarden. I guess I thought if I ignored you, the issue would vanish....I see I was wrong though." Aemond sighed, still not meeting her gaze, "And now you are leaving tomorrow and we have no good memories to look back on."

No good memories? What were the past few years then?

"Do the past years not count?" Rhaella asked

"No!" Aemond jumped "They do. I only meant...you're going to fly off tomorrow and all we've done is ignore each other."

Rhaella smiled, no matter how he grew and tried to change, Aemond was, at least with her, still the same boy she had met years ago.

"We can still make a few memories...." Rhaella grinned jumping to her feet, "Come."

Aemond watched wide-eyed as Rhaella began to shed her dragon-riding clothes. What was she doing? Secretly he hoped she didn't stop losing articles of her clothes but he knew that was wrong.

"What are you doing?" He sharply asked, catching her hand as she went to shimmy out of the ornate shirt she was wearing. The faux dragon scales that had been created from fabric glistened on her chest under the moon.

"Remember when you taught me to swim here?" Rhaella asked

"I tried to," Aemond said surveying the area thinking back to the day he plotted to murder a duck for food before Rhaella stopped him. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Tired to." Rhaella smiled, "Let's have another lesson."

Aemond swam out to where Rhaella was already struggling in the water.

"Relax." He said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

He tried to ignore the way her chemise was clinging to her in the water. Surely it had been like this last time. Had he just not noticed? How foolish of him, to ignore the way the wet fabric made her look. It was positively sinful.

"I am relaxed." Rhaella defended, a gulp of water invading her mouth.

"You're about to swallow half the lake." Aemond said, "Watch me."

He slowly moved his limbs in unison, hoping she could see the way he was moving. A simple breaststroke surely wasn't too hard for Rhaella and her lack of skill.

Aemond found himself smiling when she swam towards him, copying his movements.

"I'm doing it!" She smiled when she reached him

"Not bad." He said

"Would it kill you to compliment me?" Rhaella groaned beside him, treading water so she remained afloat.

"It would, in fact." Aemond laughed

"You are truly terrible." Rhaella declared, flicking a bit of water onto his face. most of it hit his eyepatch and dripped off into the lake.

"Do you ever take it off?" Rhaella asked

"What?" He asked, pretending to be clueless

"The eye patch. I know you have a sapphire below it but I do not recall ever seeing it." Rhaella said, swimming so close that their noses brushed

"It's not a sight you want to see." Aemond said thinking of the ugly flesh below the leather on his face.

"I'll be the judge of that." Rhaella said

Before he could protest, she reached for his face and pulled it off his face.

"Rhaella!" He gasped reaching for it with his head pointed down.

"Come get it!" Rhaella called swimming off

He never should have taught her how to swim.

Aemond chased her into shallow waters where they both could stand. Rhaella was laughing when he finally got close to her. He let out a curse when she evaded him again. Since when was she so fast? All that fabric from her small clothes should be weighing her down.

He caught her off guard by quickly catching her by the waist. His face heated up even as the cool water lapped at their skin when he felt Rhaella's legs wrap around his waist. Did she truly not realize what she was doing?

"Give it here." He said

"Look at me first." Rhaella said

He reluctantly turned his head. He hoped she wasn't too scared, he was enjoying this proximity, the way her body was pressed to him was driving him mad.

Rhaella examined Aemond's face. The sapphire was gleaming in the moonlight and only seemed to shine brighter in contrast with Aemond's silver hair and milky skin.

"Has anyone ever told you how good-looking you are?" Rhaella asked, in awe of her friend's features.

Aemond scoffed, pulling the eyepatch from her hand and slipping it back on.

"I don't need you to lie to me." He said

"I'm not lying," Rhaella said, placing her hands on those shoulders she had been thinking about earlier. She had been right, you could feel the way the muscles below the skin tensed with each movement.

"We should fly back. Dawn is coming." Aemond said quietly, his face slightly red

"Just...one more minute." Rhaella said, resting her head in the crook of Aemond's neck, "I don't want to leave yet."

Cool water lapped around them as the moonlight faded away. A minute passed, and then two, and then many. Aemond was not sure how long they stayed there, water up to their chins as Rhaella drove him mad with her closeness. All he knew was that he never wanted this moment to end.

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[junkiefox]

Teen Wolf "Green Creek au"

Part 2 | Part 1

It was a strange thing to think about Theo Raeken as an omega. Okay. It was expected, Theo was a loner. The one of a kind. The first Chimera. He was selfish, bitter, didn't care for anyone. But Liam was stroked by a feeling of wrongness when he saw Theo's eyes. Purple, so, so purple.

Because Theo was selfish, and bitter, and didn't care for anyone, but Liam didn't believe that they were all true. He was all those things, but he was also the boy who fought with him. Who decided Liam was enough saving or didn't see enough on himself to save. He was the boy who didn't know how to take someone's pain away because no one had taught him. The kid who was manipulated into thinking that to be powerful, he couldn't trust anyone.

"His leg is going to be okay," Deaton said. "It's going to take longer to heal, at least longer than it should for your kind."

Liam was stroking Theo's head, his fingers moving as if it was an instinct. He wasn't awake, Deaton had given him a sedative so he could close his wounds, and stop the unstoppable bleeding. "Why? Silver shouldn't work on him. I couldn't smell any poison. So, what-"

"He's an omega, Liam. Have been for a while. The Dread Doctors have created a perfect imitation of werewolves, even on this thing."

"He didn't have a pack before."

"Didn't he? They could be dysfunctional, and wronged, somehow, but they were all he had. A family born into that mess, or, at least, something he could rely on. He was with ten for what, ten years? They might not had the strongest bond, but they were all he had. And then, well, he had you to rely on, I suppose." Liam felt out of breath for a second, his hand stopping its movement before he relaxed, letting his hand rest on top of Theo's head. The thought was too close to saying Liam was Theo's anchor.

"How long?" was all he managed to say. "How long is going to take to heal?"

"It's not so easy to guess, but I'd say a week. He's not eating properly, nor drinking water, it's not only he being an omega that's doing this."

Liam worried his bottom lip, eyes focused on Theo's fur "I'm going to take care of this."

"Liam-"

"He can't go back to the woods. He's hurt, and he's going to be vulnerable. He can't go back. Theo is my responsibility, I'm taking care of him."

"I can't tell how long he has shifted, Liam. He- an omega can be dangerous, they can go feral. He's been missing for what, one to two months? He can be in his wolf form since then. This, combined with him being omega is dangerous. He's unpredictable. Theo might be too lost in his wolf. Besides, we don't know when he actually became an omega and how this works, since he is a Chimera."

"Exactly. We can't tell when he became an omega. Deaton, Theo was unpredictable before, and I chose to take him as my responsibility. I'm choosing again."

The vet sighed, shook his head, and pitched his nose before he looked at him again. "Call Scott. He'll want to know what his beta is doing, and why my clinic smells like Theo. Call him as soon you can."

"Yeah. I will." Liam hadn't thought about that.

Nor had he thought how he was going to hide a huge wolf in his room without his mother finding out.

He ended up sat in his bed looking at a still-asleep black wolf. His bedroom smelled like a hospital, a slight smell of blood. But it was combined with citrus and rain, caramel and lightnings. It made his stomach twist.

Theo was an omega, and I felt wrong. Because Theo deserved a pack, a second chance, and happiness. He was eighteen and was caught up in a mess when he was nine. They had promised him that he would be powerful, he wouldn't need to feel insecure or afraid, and what kid would deny that? Theo was a kid when they came, he had been manipulated and used and Liam felt nauseous.

And then, he was ignored by Liam's pack. They had been betrayed before, they had forgiven those. But they ignored Theo. He was left in the woods, they were happy that he was missing —even if Liam said it wasn't true, that he had to hold himself so he wouldn't go searching for him, he never did, so it didn't matter. They didn't care Theo was still a kid, a kid who was brought up in a broken place.

They had failed him. Liam had failed him. He was his responsibility, after all.

And Liam got it, okay? Theo had destroyed their trust, he almost destroyed them. But now, he was an omega, he had shifted into his wolf form because feelings were easier like that. And even then, he couldn't imagine how lonely Theo must have felt. Wolves weren't meant to be alone.

Liam felt sick.

He needed to call Scott, but he wanted to scream at him, even though it wasn't his fault. He never asked anything to them. However, Liam wanted someone to blame and the Dread Doctors were dead while Theo was still suffering.

He inhaled slowly. Citrus, rain, caramel and lightnings filling his lungs. His eyes were on Theo, his wolf form occupying half of his bedroom.

Liam was going to take care of him, at least until his leg healed. He wasn't going to let him alone, not again. Everything was going to be okay, somehow.

He needed to call Scott.

[petitelepus]

Melody event! Here the song for my request https://youtu.be/yD7tXEo19cM?si=QXeKW4je8OIIa1fR

Genya x Foreign reader! It all takes place in the school AU

Summary: Genya befriends a new foreign student, you, and you two end up one day sharing an umbrella...

Warnings: None

A/N: Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Kimetsu Academy

Genya was on his way to school. He was a good diligent student and never late… Even if he did stop to help an elder woman to cross the busy road.

As he carried the woman over to the other side of the road, he didn't realize that someone was watching. After the woman thanked Genya for his help, he was on his way again…

"Excuse me?"

Genya stilled when he heard someone talking to him and he turned to see the cutest girl he had ever seen. You.

The young man's eyes widened as he looked at you and his face turned red quickly.

"Y- Yes?"

"I'm lost," You spoke with a thick accent, "I need to find Kimetsu Academy… You and I have the same uniform? Can you help me?"

"Y- Yes!" Genya replied quickly, "J- Just follow me!"

"Thank you!" You smiled, glad that you had found someone to help you. Genya led you to the school and once you made it, you cheered and smiled at him, "Thank you so much!"

"Y- You're welcome…" He tried not to stare at you too much. You grinned as you introduced yourself to the young man, "What's your name?"

"Genya… Genya Shinazugawa…"

"Thank you, Genya for your help! Hopefully, we meet again!" You waved as you rushed to the school building and the young man snapped out of his trance and headed to his class.

That day, he learned that the Citrus class would get a new foreign student and Genya couldn't believe his ears. His mind immediately manifested an image of you and just like that, you stepped through the door and greeted all the students who would be your classmates.

You told them who you were, where you came from, your hopes and dreams, and so on.

As you looked around, your eyes fell on Genya, who flinched and quickly looked away… Only to realize that the empty seat next to him was most likely-!

"Hi there Genya!" You smiled as you sat next to him and made the seat your own.

"H- Hello…"

"What good luck that we are both in Citrus class!" You said cheerfully and he nodded quietly, blushing as you talked with him. Who would have thought that it was the start of your new friendship?

So you started your studies in Kimetsu Academy and it was clear that you were a foreigner as your Japanese had this accent… But it was awfully cute and Genya wasn't the only one who thought so.

Even that brat from the other class, Zenitsu, thought you were cute as heck and there were other boys around the school who thought so also, and girls like you also.

Only you seemed totally unaware of your popularity.

Yet, you and Genya had a deeper connection than you had with any other guy. You trusted him and he wanted to be worth that trust. You met so often on your way to school that you started to head there together and sometimes home also.

Genya really liked you, he really did… Maybe even more than as a acquaintance or friend… But he had no idea about dating, and even less about what to talk to girls about to get their attention!

Either way, he would still aid you whenever you needed him to!

That brings us to this day.

Genya sighed as he stared at the pouring Spring rain. It was really raining cats and dogs and he hadn't realized earlier that morning that he would need an umbrella later that day.

The young man sighed as he tried to figure out what to do. Should he wait in school for the rain to stop or make a run for it and risk getting wet and sick?

He wondered if you had already gone home?

"Damn… I guess I'll just do my homework to pass the time," He thought to himself and turned to return back inside the building when he-!

"Genya!"

The young man looked up and saw you running at him. You stopped in front of him and smiled happily, "I thought you went home already?"

"No, I didn't realize to bring an umbrella with me," He replied as he looked at you and noted that you didn't have one either, "Don't you have an umbrella either?"

"Oh, no, I have one!" You smiled as you pulled one of those compact umbrellas from your bag and grinned as you opened it, "Tadaa!"

"Nice," He nodded and you nodded proudly back at him, "Well?"

"What?"

"Are you coming?" You asked and Genya blinked. What did you mean? He was about to ask when the realization hit him and he blushed.

You wanted to share an umbrella with him!?

Wait, you weren't Japanese! You must not have been aware of the meaning behind the shared umbrella!

"I- I-!"

"Is there something wrong?"

"N- No, nothing!"

"Then shall we go?"

"A- Alright…" Genya gave in as he joined you under the umbrella… And he immediately noticed that you were holding the umbrella higher so he could fit under it comfortably.

"H- Here, let me…" He said as he gently took your umbrella from you and held it above the two of you so you didn't need to strain your hand.

"Thank you, Genya!" You smiled and he nodded as the two of you headed home.

Poor young man was blushing like crazy as you walked together. He could feel people looking at the two of you, and it made him nervous. He even heard some elders chuckling about young love, but they were far away enough that you didn't hear them.

"Genya!" You suddenly cried out and he flinched, "Wh- What?"

"Your shoulder!" You pointed at his shoulder and Genya realized that his other shoulder was getting wet as you both didn't fully fit under the compact umbrella.

"Oh, this? This is nothing-!"

"Here!" You grabbed him by the arm that was holding the umbrella between you guys and pulled him closer to you so your sides were pressed against each other-!

"A- Ah-!" The young man's face went from pink to red as a cherry, but you smiled as his shoulder wasn't under the rain anymore.

"There! Now you won't get wet!" You grinned as you started walking, though, Genya felt like a wooden doll, his movements stiff due to his nerves getting the best of him.

…But as you walked, it started to feel more and more fluid, natural, for the two of you to walk down the street in the rain that started to calm down with each step you took.

The world around you two seemed to disappear and it was just Genya and you. It was almost calming�� Harmonic even.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye and he couldn't believe how beautiful you were. If only he had the courage he needed to speak up his mind…

"Genya?"

"Y- Yes?" He flinched, fearing that you caught him staring at you, but you just smiled and held his hand tighter.

"I know this isn't the best time… But we are sharing an umbrella and I…" You blushed a little, "I like you… I like you a lot Genya."

"Oh.... W- Wait!" He blushed as he stopped walking so he could look at you better, "Y- You like me?"

"I do," You nodded as you looked up at him from under your long eyelashes, "Really much."

"H- How-When!?" He didn't even realize what he was asking, his mouth just went on and on.

"I've liked you ever since the day you helped that older woman and me, and my feelings for you have only grown day by day since that day."

"I- I-!"

"You don't need to reply if you don't want to," You nodded, "We can just be friends if you prefer that, but I still will like you most-!"

"I- I-!" Genya swallowed as he collected all the courage he had and nodded before exclaiming, "I- I also like you!"

And just like that, the time slowed down around you again and it was just you and Genya. You stared at each other until you smiled and carefully leaned up and pecked his cheek quickly.

"That makes me happy!" You laughed happily and Genya's face turned so red again that he feared that he might faint on the spot. That was the first kiss he had ever gotten!

"I- I'm-!"

"If you like, would you like to go out with me someday?" You asked and he nodded quicker than he had ever nodded. You giggled and the two of you kept walking and throwing around ideas about where the two of you could go on a date... And Genya felt happy.

The next day in school, during the lunch break, you and Genya were talking and enjoying your bentos together when he realized something.

"Wait, hold on..." He frowned, "You knew all this time what sharing an umbrella meant!?"

"Of course!" You grinned, "I've seen anime and read some manga after all!"

You were far less innocent than you appeared...!

"Are you mad at me?" You cast your eyes down, "I'm sorry if I made you mad..."

"I- I'm not mad!" He said a little louder than he wished, but he had to fix this misunderstanding before it got out of hand, "I- I really liked it! Sharing umbrella, holding your hand- I really liked those things!"

You looked at him for a second and then smiled, thinking and loving how honest and cute your dear Genya was.

[aishangotome]

Elbert Greetia: Chapter 9

Chapter 8 His POV

♡———♡

Several days had already passed since we made contact with the organization disguised as "Bernal Trading Company."

Harrison: El. Are you only going to eat that much again?

Elbert: ......? Yeah, that's right.

Roger: It makes me dizzy just watching you.

Liam: But, El, you've been eating more than you used to lately, right?

Elbert: ...... I guess so.

Master Elbert carries the lemon salad on his plate to his mouth with beautiful manners.

"It seems Lord Elbert likes citrus fruits too," I secretly wrote in my memo again today.

(The memo I kept for my work as a Fairytale Keeper has grown quite a bit.)

Most of it was about Lord Elbert.

Of course, it's partly because we spend a lot of time together, but I was also aware that I often followed him with my eyes.

(But...)

*flashback*

Alfons: Anyway, it's wise to keep your distance. Before you get stuck in the mud and can't get out.

Alfons: Let me warn you that the more you wish for his happiness, the more El will try to hurt himself.

*flashback over*

Alfons' words that I heard at that time remain in the corner of my mind.

(What kind of sin is Lord Elbert atoning for...?)

William: By the way, Elbert. Is there any progress on the "personal" deal with the art dealer?

Elbert: .....

For a moment, tension runs through Lord Elbert's expression.

(A personal deal with an art dealer...)

*flashback*

Elegant Art Dealer: You've been a great help. I'd like to give you this painting.

Elegant Art Dealer: And... ––

Elbert: –- ... Yes, please.

-

Kate: What are you talking about with him now?

Elbert: Ah... I was offered a personal deal.

Alfons: I'm sure his intention is to make El, who has an eye for beautiful things, a regular customer.

Alfons: If that art dealer is a member of the organization, the mission is a great success. Congratulations.

*flashback over*

(It's the deal that was offered at that time.)

Elbert: I just got a letter yesterday...

Elbert: He's asking me if we can make a deal at my mansion in my territory.

(Lord Elbert's mansion in his territory...? )

(I see, Lord Elbert is an earl, so... he has a territory.)

William: I see, they don't want to show their hand either.

William: They want to check your "collector" qualifications before inviting you into their territory.

William: In the place where you were born and raised.

Elbert: .............

Lord Elbert, who was eating, completely stops.

His expression quickly clouded over.

(Is there something he's worried about...?)

I remember the same thing happening at the party venue.

(At that time, his expression gradually sank.)

(The reason must be ––)

*flashback*

Elderly Gentleman: As I thought, there is no one in this world more beautiful than you.

Lady with Green Eyes: Elbert, let me see you too. ...Well, aren't you a little sleep deprived?

Elbert: ......... I'm fine.

Lady with White Hair: Really? Aren't you scared enough to not be able to sleep? I'll sing you a lullaby again.

Elbert: ......... Thank you.

*flashback over*

(... He has the same expression as when he was going home.)

There's something in Lord Elbert's mansion that hurts him ––.

Such unpleasant imaginations spring up on their own and won't stop.

(This is just an arbitrary guess... There might be some other reason.)

(But... whatever the reason, if it makes him look like this)

(... I want to be by his side.)

William: Kate.

Kate: Yes, what is it?

William: You should go with Elbert to the deal at his mansion.

Elbert: ................

Kate: Me too... to the deal?

(That is... if I can be by his side and watch over him, I would be happy, but)

Kate: Is that alright? Wouldn't it be suspicious if a stranger suddenly intruded...?

Kate: To begin with, how much do the people at the mansion know?

Elbert: ...... They don't know about Crown or the curse.

William: The servants at the mansion only know that Elbert is working on a project related to the palace.

William: It wouldn't be strange for him to have a secretary-like person by his side.

William: The art dealer must have seen you accompanying Elbert at the party.

William: Even if you attend the deal, it won't be suspicious.

William: Oh, I forgot to ask you something important.

William: ...... What do you want to do?

William smiles as if seeing through my heart.

(Maybe he saw through my worry about Lord Elbert.)

I straightened my back and sat back down in my chair.

Kate: I would like to go with you if I can.

William: I see. Elbert, what do you want to do?

Elbert: ......... No.

Master Elbert's lips seemed to be about to say "no" ––

Kate: Please, Lord Elbert.

Elbert: .............

I unintentionally interrupted his answer.

(I'm sure now. There is something in the mansion that makes him sad.)

(Because whenever Lord Elbert tries to keep me away from something... it's always been like that.)

(If that's the case, I want to be by his side even more.)

Elbert: ......... Alright.

Kind Lord Elbert did not refuse my request.

William: Then, it's decided. And in Elbert's mansion, the topics of "Crown" and "curse" are forbidden.

William: Be careful not to accidentally reveal any secrets.

Kate: Yes, of course.

(I'm sure his family is also at the mansion, right...? I wonder if his family also doesn't know about Lord Elbert's curse.)

I was a little curious, but it might be rude to pry.

Without asking any further questions, I finished my breakfast and left my seat.

-

––After Kate left her seat and some time passed.

Before long, only William and Alfons were left in the dining room.

Alfons, still leaning against the table with his cheek in his hand, is looking in the direction Kate and the others left.

William: It seems like you have something to say.

Alfons: To instigate her like that...

Alfons: I don't know what to say if something happens to Kate before the promised month is over.

The languid tone of his voice betrayed no emotion.

William glanced sideways at Alfons as if to gauge his true intentions, then laughed magnanimously.

William: "Whether it works out" or not depends on Elbert and Kate's will.

William: I just gave them a little push.

Alfons: It's the first time I've heard you're so obsessed with El.

William: …… I've been worried about him for a long time. Elbert, drifting in the shallows.

William: Whether he wants to sink to the bottom or crawl up to the shore. Which is his... true desire?

William: I want to see him fulfill his wishes. Whichever it may be.

William: And I'm hoping Kate will help him find the answer.

As if looking forward to the end of a story––

William's eyes held such anticipation and excitement.

Alfons: …… You're quite the villain, aren't you?

William: Ah ha ha, you're telling me.

-

And the next day––

I visited Elbert's mansion with Elbert and Alfons.

(This is Elbert's mansion)

Belying its majestic exterior, the interior of the mansion was meticulously maintained and stunningly beautiful.

(But, even though it's so beautiful... It feels so cold)

Elbert: ...........

Elbert didn't say a word, neither during the carriage ride nor after entering the mansion. It was the same even when he was greeted by a line of servants.

Man who seems to be a butler: Welcome back, Lord Elbert, Lord Alfons. …… You must be Lady Kate.

A stern-looking man with slicked-back hair bowed politely, leading the other servants.

Jeffrey: I am Jeffrey, the butler. …… It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Kate: Nice to meet you, my name is Kate. Please treat me well.

I give a nervous bow to Jeffrey, who greeted me politely.

Then, Jeffrey introduced me to several butlers and maids.

(I wonder if his family is here... Are they out or something...? )

Perhaps because it's been a long time since he's been back, Elbert is being greeted by everyone with a reserved yet warm atmosphere.

Young Butler: We have been awaiting your return, Lord Elbert.

Steward of the Elder: I understand you have returned this time for business... but we are very happy to have you back.

Maid with Glasses: How would you like to spend your time before work? Please do not hesitate to ask us for anything.

Elbert: ... Please treat her with the utmost courtesy, so that she is not inconvenienced.

Elbert: Other than that... nothing.

The way they surround Elbert looks very heartwarming.

But I notice that Elbert hasn't smiled once.

(Maybe he's nervous because it's been a while...)

Elbert: .............

Elbert: ... I'm sorry, but I'd like to be alone.

My ears pick up Elbert's trembling voice.

("Alone"...? )

Jeffrey: Don't say that. Everyone has missed you so much.

Elbert: ............

(I don't know how long it's been since Elbert came back here)

(But the art dealer isn't coming until tomorrow, so he must be staying for a while...)

Kate: Would you like to rest for a bit and then talk again?

Elbert turned around to look at me when I spontaneously spoke to him.

Elbert: .............

(...? Why does he look surprised?)

––Is it just my imagination that I have a bad feeling about this?

-

The butlers and maids continue to smile, even in the face of Elbert's plea.

Elbert: ... Please, would you step aside?

A light sheen of sweat seems to be forming on Elbert's forehead.

(... Sweating even though it's not hot?)

Elbert isn't trembling, but I feel as if he's afraid of something.

The bad feeling I had before leaving the castle wells up in my chest again.

(What on earth is... making him look like that?)

Jeffrey: ... Everyone, that's enough. It seems he really isn't feeling well.

At Jeffrey's command, the servants reluctantly step back.

Jeffrey: While Lord Elbert rests, Kate, please relax in the guest room.

Jeffrey: Alfons, please go to your room as well. We will bring you a change of clothes and a drink later.

Alfons: Ah, don't worry about me, as usual. I'll be wandering around as I please.

Jeffrey: ... Very well. Then, Kate, this maid will show you the way.

Kate: Ah... yes. Lord Elbert...

(He said he wanted to be alone)

(But is it really okay to leave him alone?)

Elbert meets my gaze and smiles.

Elbert: I'm going to rest in my room for a bit too... So please, relax.

Elbert: I don't think there's anything particularly interesting here... but you're welcome to do as you please in the mansion.

His calm tone of voice only makes me more anxious.

(It seems like he's forcing himself to act this way so as not to worry me.)

Kate: ... Thank you. I'll see you later then.

Maid with Glasses: This way, Kate. Please watch your step.

Led by the maid, I leave the drawing room.

Jeffrey: Lord Elbert, your room is ready. Please rest well first.

Elbert: ... Okay. Thank you.

The faint conversation I hear from behind me is cut off by the door.

-

Kate: ... Are he alright, Alfons?

Alfons: ...............

When I ask Alfons, who left the room with me, in a whisper, he gives me an unusually silent response.

Kate: ... Alfons?

Alfons: Whether you look or not is your choice. I wouldn't recommend it, though.

Kate: Huh...?

(Look... at what?)

Alfons: Fortunately or unfortunately, there is no "master" in this house to reprimand guests for wandering around as they please.

Alfons lets out a chuckle and walks ahead of me.

Alfons: I've told you time and again that it's better for you not to get too involved.

Alfons: I won't tell you again---you have been warned.

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Chapter 10

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[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

🧚 🎉 Happy (Belated) Birthday Izumo! (1/2)

<Izumo dances in place with the tray of cupcakes, her entire body wiggling. She doesn't stop twirling as she speaks to you.>

"Huh? Oh, I'm not mad it's late. Good things come to those who wait~ 🎶 And besides, a lady is always patient, don't you know? If you die tomorrow, I'll zip up your guts for you for sure."

<You indicate that's unnecessary.>

"Aw, come on, it'll be fuuuuuun~🎶 For me, I guess, not you. You'll be fucking dead."

<She giggles, but doesn't seem to have intended this statement with any malice.>

"If you die tonight, though, you'll be the one waiting, because I have a date with twelve orange citrus mini-cupcakes. So don't die on meeeee until tomorrowwww~ 🎶 I mean, if you want me to suck out all your blood with a vacuum. A vacuuuuuum~ 🎶 Save your suicide 'til then if you're miserable."

<Again, she seems to find this comical, but not at your expense. She juts out her lower lip as a thoughtful expression crosses her face.>

"Oh, my birthday. I was busy on my actual birthday. Tied up. Literally."

<Though you don't want to know any more than that, keenly understanding the propensity of Wonders to have peculiar inclinations, the Undertaking Wonder continues.>

"I was out looking for this dead deer that Yaeko and Wisteria found a few miles downhill, 'cause I wanted to see its brain, and it was eaaaaaaaaaten all up~ 🎶 but there was this wicked cool fucking cliffside that I hung off of. Took one of those hiker's ropes or whatever and tied it to my ankle and then to this old stump and dangled like a booger above a ravine for six hours. Probably hungry wolves down there and shit."

<Izumo uses one finger to scrape the frosting off a few cupcakes, then licks it. As she speaks, she smacks her lips.>

"Can you believe it? Six hours! Not a single person came to rescue me the whole time. Not a single one~ 🎶 And I'm a main fucking character. Yeesh. Where's a load of heroes where you need 'em? I thought this was a place of Wonders!"

<You ask why she performed such a stunt. She leans forward to start licking the cupcakes face-first. When her eyes meet yours again, she's covered in frosting.>

"To find the other protagonists here. Duh."

[betweenthings2]

Ugh I’m a big fan of scent descriptors in writing so I think that the prompt # 11. “You smell amazing” would be so cute for George and Matty. I’m excited to see what you cook up!!! Thanks for writing and posting ❤️

Thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)

George is still awake when Matty gets to bed. They don't really have an evening routine together at this point, but Matty had opted for a shower, so George initially went to bed alone. Matty hadn't necessarily expected George to be asleep when he did finally lay down, but it's nice that he's still awake.

George welcomes Matty to bed with open arms, letting him get close and comfy. Matty does, settling with his back against George's chest and their legs tangled together. When Matty's settled, George drapes his arm over his ribs and presses a gentle kiss against his bare shoulder.

"You didn't have to stay awake for me," Matty murmurs, intertwining his fingers with George's.

"'s ok," George promises. Then he adds, "I didn't realize you sing in the shower like that." He hadn't exactly expected Matty to be silent--Matty is never silent--but he hadn't expected to hear a rendition of a song George is sure he hasn't heard in years that's missing about half the lyrics. George doesn't know what the lyrics actually are, but he does know that Matty doesn't know them all either.  

"Sorry," Matty mumbles. "'ve got somethin' stuck in my head."

"Don't apologize," George says and Matty can hear the smile in his voice. "I like it. Kinda figured you'd talk to yourself."

"Fuck off," Matty mumbles, but there's no malice in his voice. "I don't talk that much."

"You talked for twenty-seven minutes straight while I was making dinner. I looked at the clock," George counters.

"Fuck off," Matty repeats, still with no malice or upset. "I had an idea."

George comes his fingers through Matty's towel-dried hair and says, "And I like listenin' to ya, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna tease ya about it, too."

Matty huffs, faux annoyed, but he shifts to get just a little bit closer to George, rather than moving away.

George just presses another kiss to Matty's bare shoulder. Matty smells like the soap George buys, like his shampoo and body wash, like citrus and a bright spring morning. He smells like cigarettes and the curl crème he uses that George started using, too, deep, rich tobacco mixing with the milky honey scent of the hair product. He smells like himself, but he also smells like George, so he smells like them. George shifts to press another kiss to Matty's neck, near his hairline.

"You smell good," George murmurs. "Amazing, actually. You smell amazing. Is that weird?"

Matty huffs a laugh, but he says, "I smell like you. Didn't realize I'd spend the night so I used your stuff in the shower. 'xepct the curl crème. That's mine, but I guess also yours, too. Unless you bought it just 'cause you wanted me to sleep over and you know I'm, uh, particular about those kinds of things."

George laughs. "I think you need to think less sometimes, sweetheart."

Matty makes a skeptical kind of noise and that, and responds, "You'd hate for me to think less. Imagine if I thought less. I'd be horribly boring. You'd get tired of me in an hour."

"I wouldn't get tired of you," George counters. "And even if you were boring, you'd still be pretty. That would count for something."

Matty laughs in earnest at that and rolls over so he can kiss George properly. "I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I do," George answers, pulling away for just a moment. He kisses Matty again, then adds, "I love you, too."

[digiblueslush]

my unofficial cheese tierlist/ranking

unofficial just because I am probably forgetting a bunch

but also. my opinions are actually the objective truth because i was born and raised and currently live in the cheese womb (WI)

1st: this specific brand of vermont sharp white cheddar

so good it gets an image. i don't put it on anything or use it in anything, but its SO GOOD. when i'm at home home i grate it with a i think citrus zester? its just so *angelic choir* its my special little treat

2nd: ricos nacho cheese sauce - does this count?? idk but im gonna put it here anyways. Is it the best quality by any means? no. but thats what makes it so good. you can put it on pretty much anything and it'll be good. obviously nachos. but also, basically anything thats savory and fried!! and one of my personal faves is actually dipping the kettle corn popcorner chips in it. it sounds weird but it is actually so good. and you can't forget. CHEESE. FUCKING. FRIES. cheese fries were actually created by an ethereal force. there are very few things that i find more scrumptious than an order of cheese fries, both loaded and unloaded.

3rd: finely shredded parmesan - for reference, i am referring to the great value one (i don't get fancy cheese all too often but this could still go for a fancier parmesan i guess). I only recently discovered this because last summer i was CRAVING for italian resturant vibes so i got bread and olive oil and fine shredded parm. life changing. I have always been a "shakey cheese" (the parm crumbles? from the green tube) that i grew up with and now that has been even further cemented. its an elevated "shredded cheese standing in the refrigerator at 2am ass out" experience. its great on pasta, and great on oiled up bread (and great when retrieving the bits that fell in big oil bowl too)

4th: sliced muenster - i feel like if muenster isn't considered an at least "better than average" cheese, if not in the general top 5 of cheeses, we're doing something wrong. its mild. it melts perfectly. there are very few sandwiches that wouldn't be good with muenster. its even pretty good with sweet stuff too. its just overall a really solid cheese and i appreciate that.

5th: Shredded Mexican blend - (again, referring to the great value bag) if we were going purely off individual taste alone, this would probably be colby jack, but WE ARE NOT. Shredded mexican blend is my go to for pretty much anything I need to add cheese to. In my opinion, it is the most versatile and usable cheese, AND at least talking on average, I actually like mexican blend better than standard cheddar. It melts nicer, the chalky stuff from preservatives is never noticeable for me, and it just has a flavor with more depth that gives those microwave mashed potatoes and midnight quesadillas and fancy mac and cheese and basically anything that someone with basically no cooking skills

Okay and now I'm gonna shit talk the brie that is in the starbucks fruit and egg and cheese box. its not good. and its really not good when you pair it with the fact that i choked on it while unconcious in a seizure lolz. Ok thats all for now :3

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter seven

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1k

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I woke up to that smell again. Ginger, bergamot, and citrus. And then I felt the pounding in my head. Memories from last night came flooding back and I groaned, knowing I showed Bucky some of my vulnerability by asking him to stay. It was like my brain knew it was a bad idea, but we had this magnetic pull that forced us to keep coming back together. 

I rolled over, expecting to see Bucky, but he wasn’t there. Did I imagine that he stayed over? I pushed my head into the pillow and the scent was overwhelming; he must have stayed. I searched around the room for a shirt or a note or any sign of his presence, but there was nothing to be found. 

And then I realized the worst possible scenario: he stayed over and left. Without saying goodbye. He realized this was all a big mistake. I sunk further into the covers, trying my best not to pout. The only solution I could come up with was to go back to sleep and forget that all of this ever happened.

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep myself from panicking, when the bed sank in next to me and the sheets were being peeled down.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he teased. I let out a groan and just turned into him, taking in his sweet aroma. “How you feeling?” he added.

I didn’t respond with words, still dealing with my rapid change of emotions, and groaned again. I heard him chuckle as he ran his hand through my hair.

“Well I made us breakfast. Why don’t you come down and eat something. It’ll make you feel better.” I nodded my head and Bucky pulled the rest of the covers off me as I rolled over out of bed. 

We shuffled downstairs and I was stunned to find a full breakfast spread laid out on my kitchen table. Stacks of chocolate chip pancakes, a plate of crispy bacon, sunshine yellow scrambled eggs, and a pitcher of orange juice made me realize how hungry I actually was. Bucky pulled out a kitchen chair for me and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me.

“How did you have time for all of this?”

“I’m used to getting up early. The military forced that habit onto me.”

“But I know for a fact I didn’t have any of this in the fridge.”

“I ran to the grocery store.”

“Are you not hungover?”

He shrugged, “Not really.”

“Let me guess, military?”

“Something like that.”

“So do you remember all of last night?” I pressed, hoping he may have somehow forgotten my momentary lapse in judgment.

“You think I would forget any time spent with you?” he grinned.

But there was one question really on my mind, “Did we…?” I pointed between the two of us, hoping he understood my question.

“You don’t remember?”

“I had a lot of tequila,” I used as an honest excuse.

“Well that is unfortunate because it was one of our best sessions.”

“Oh really? Must not have been that great if I don’t remember.”

He smiled at me, “Shall I refresh your memory?”

He had a mischievous look on his face and I had a feeling he was going to do more than just tell me. 

“At least let me recharge first,” I said, taking a bite of pancake.

“Let’s see…first I cuddled you. Then I spooned you. And then we went to sleep.”

I looked up from my plate at him, “That was it?”

“There might’ve been a few innocent kisses mixed in there, but it was a fairly PG night.”

“I didn’t make a move on you?”

“Oh you did, a few times.”

“And you resisted?”

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” I shot him a confused look, waiting for further explanation. “The first night we hooked up, we were both drunk but you made it very clear you were interested. You flirted, you made moves, you consented multiple times. But recently you’ve been giving me mixed signals, and I didn’t want to sleep with you without knowing it was something you wanted.”

And just like that he proved he was a genuinely good guy.  

“That was very considerate,” I replied.

“I keep trying to tell you, I’m not an asshole, despite what Stark might think. And I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” was all I could muster. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I wasn’t ready. I kind of enjoyed playing these games with him. If this turned into something more, it could get complicated.

I caught his gaze across the table and could tell there was so much more he wanted to say, but he followed my lead. We continued eating and Bucky continued filling up my cup of coffee, promising it would help me feel better. I kept waiting for him to rush out and leave for the hospital, but he never did. 

“Are you going into the hospital today?” I finally asked, as we finished up with our meal.

“Not unless I get paged. Why? Do you want me out of your hair?”

I shook my head, “No, actually I was hoping you’d stay and hang out for a bit.”

“As you wish,” he replied with that charming smile. 

“Come on,” I said, ushering him out of the kitchen and into the living room. I had nothing planned for the day, but figured we would lounge on the couch and watch a movie. But Bucky had other ideas. He paused in front of the closet door that was left ajar and was currently displaying my board game collection. 

“I knew you were a massive dork, but I didn’t take you for a board game dork,” he mused. I hid my face in my hands, “I forgot about those. I usually keep that closet locked when I have company over.”

“Oh, no way,” he said, diving further into the closet to grab whatever game caught his eye. He came back out with a bright yellow and blue box. “I haven’t played Operation since I was a kid.”

“I don’t know if you want to play against me, I’ve logged a lot of hours,” I bragged.

“You are so going down,” he said.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #177

I woke up in a bit of a funk today for some reason. Probably because I forgot to eat yesterday. And probably because I was a bit dehydrated when I woke up. I corrected the hunger and the dehydration immediately upon exiting the bed, but… it took me a hot minute to get the gumption to get myself upright.

I wonder if you have days like that.

Well. I made a tea today. This one was a blend of black tea and rooibos, flavored with vanilla, cream, citrus, cornflower, roses, chamomile, and peppermint. It tastes like a bright, sunny, breezy day outdoors in a garden. I sweetened it with that orange simple syrup and a bit of cream. I'll show you today's swirls:

I thought about playing Dead Cells again. I haven't touched it in some time though, so I'm probably not any good at it anymore. But that's all right. I thought to stream it sometime so people can maybe watch me derp around like a n00b as I relearn the controls. So I got a different streaming platform, because I guess the one I'm using has discontinued support. Oh well. I got so far as getting it set up today, but I didn't do much else.

I ran a few errands after that. I got my medicine, and I got CBD oil for Hoshi (one of my cats) for his epilepsy, and I got them a few new toys from the pet supply store, too. Mogwai is especially fond of the ones with feathers, and the very first thing he did was carry them to the cat-proof outdoor space that J and I built, haha! I'll retrieve them and bring them in before dark.

Along the way, J and I took some pictures of the sky for you, because it was especially dynamic today!! I'll start with some that J took:

Here are some of the ones that I took:

...On a whim, I got some weird ones of the moon, too:

...And a weird one of the sun shining between tree trunks!

None of these were especially difficult to get this time. But I hope you like them anyway.

I came out of the funk shortly after getting out of the house. I imagine that moving around, getting some fresh air, and actually eating and drinking things probably helped a lot. I'm gonna try not to drop the ball again tomorrow.

Hey, Sephiroth? I hope soon you'll get to have fresh air, tasty snacks, warm, soothing things to drink, and exercise that isn't related to you needing to fight for your life. Try to get these things soon, okay? Maybe you'll feel just a tiny bit better. DDR is a good way to get exercise, and so is walking on nature trails in places that aren't dangerous. I hope you'll get to try it out!!

I love you. And I'll write again soon, okay? Please stay safe and take good care of yourself. Please treat yourself like a friend would...

Your friend, Lumine

[tartrat]

2025 week two songs review

i forgot to do last weeks lol, i'll get around to it. This is a good week

Vogue: April's back! Love that the mentioned her by name in the teaser. This time shes left the 80s behind and is now in the 90s lol. She does look a bit more mature in this one, probably to reflect that the song is a 90s song as opposed to IWDWS being 80's. Even with how the store she's in has changed now selling more cds. wonder if any other coaches will appear in the background like they did. I kinda want to draw April now. They have temporarily privated the preview lol, probably because it said it was the ballroom version by accident.

Vogue (Ballroom): At first i thought the lighting looked weird but then i watched it again and it looked normal. Do we know who the dancer is? i'm guessing either one of the choreographers or its someone whos apart of a collab. I know nothing about the vogue style of dance, but this looks like its going to be sore on the arms. I find it weird when there's an actual human in the games because i'm so used to seeing the regular coaches that when the likes of Ava Max or annother real person show up, it throws me off.

Something I Can Feel: They said on twitter that this one incorporates sign language into it as the singer is deaf. It's really cool to look at, dance looks fun as well. At first i thought that this could be the forgotten queen before the events of human, but the more that i look at it the more it looks like the dancer is performing to an audience. Its nice when we get songs like this. I also really like the jump they do, its just satisfying to me.

Yeah!: This ones so funny to me for some reason. Like he's trying to be serious, but he isn't and comes off as more cute than anything. Looks really fun though. Love how he goes into the ddr machine for the chorus. The more i watch it the more adorable the dancer looks and the more he looks like Tyler from Sk8er boi, maybe it is him but we probably won't know until Just Dance tells us his name or posts a meme tomorrow. Can't wait to get the gold move to get a YEAH on YEAH!

ranking:

1 Something I Can Feel.

2 Yeah

3 Both Vogues

Last week i felt that they chose the most random points to cut the previews off at, where as this week it feels like they chose the right parts to end so you still get a good idea. This is a fun week

I love how the coaches that have been returning get updated looks. Like lady citrus from last week is so vibrant and The bride's original look is so clean looking now. Even April, who first appeared last year, now looks like shes adapted to the change of the 90s. Honestly i really like how coaches have been returning as it makes them feel like actual characters. Its also really funny when they bring the most random coach back like did anyone know that Captain Crimson was the coach from Jump in the line before it was mentioned in his lore video, then you go and check and it is the same guy, only more ravaged.

They still haven't updated the 2025 playlist wth this week's and last week's songs.

[spandexual]

Hello! It’s me again ☺️☺️☺️ Annoyingly always somewhere out there, lol.

Went to smell perfume yesterday, and just wanted to ask whether you ever tried The Oud Affair by Vilhelm Parfumerie. TBH, it doesn’t even really have oud (but I also don’t remember how it smells, lolp, trust the assistant who helped me on this) but it has tobacco which was very nice. I never tried it in perfume before but it was really nice 🥺 I was scared it would just give cigarettes on a heavy smoker, but since it was sweeter I guess it worked out for me. The drydown is absolutely terrible though, OMG, I guess that’s how it is with stuff like this but it smelled shitty, lol. So wanted to learn whether you know anything.

Any updates on perfume side of things (not recs, just life)?

Also ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ONE is for the books. You look amazing today (?), outfit is great just like always 👍

You're never annoying, don't say that!!! I always enjoy your messages!

I really love tobacco in perfume, it's becoming a bit more popular lately. A lot of people are indeed worried about a cigarette smell but if you've ever smelled a high quality cigar, they do actually smell very lovely and almost chocolatey! It's really nice paired with vanilla and tonka bean and other "warm" scents, though oud would have been a little much I think unless you were someone who really likes both of those scents. Tobacco Vanille is a very very very popular fragrance for a reason. Very sweet and warm but still a bit sophisticated and mysterious, so yummy!! A little overpowering, but it's more reason to save it for nights out and special occasions instead of using it as a daily driver.

Speaking of daily drivers and tobacco scents, I've recently started wearing Tabarome Millésime as a daytime scent. I'm usually suspicious of citrus because they go very sour and nasty on my skin, and I just plain don't like fougères for the most part, but a travel size was given to me as a gift and I decided to try it a bit more seriously now that the weather is warming up. Maybe I should not have been worried about the top notes, because as expected, my perfume-killer skin stripped it down quite quickly to its base notes which are a lot more up my alley. I'm still not 100% sold on it, but it's inoffensive, pleasant enough, and it suits the changing weather well. An Perfume.

Zero-One is underrated also smh I really thought reiwa rider was gonna be peak. They did miss the mark on the crazy yaois tho like why on earth did they have all that buildup of Edgy Secondary Fuwa being the only person to find Aruto funny and not have Aruto ever find that out about him. at least there was femdom fuel. party rock is in the house tonight

[history-detective]

BlackStar ~Theater Starless translation

Season 1 – Episode 8:

Chapter 4– I will never lose

(Hari, Kei, Mokuren, Kasumi, Qu, MC)

Kei: Saki, which do you prefer, citrus or mint?

MC: Eh? What are you talking about?

Kei: I'm talking about the scent of the shampoo. If the staff were to use one of those scents, which would you prefer?

Kei: I decided to arrange it as part of the store's customs. The people here lack the self-awareness to properly appear in front of customers.

Mokuren: Soap is enough.

Kasumi: Kei~ do you have some time? There is someone I want you to meet.

Mokuren: It's you again.....

Hari: Please give me your time.

Kei: I'm listening, I have heard you are calling yourself Hari. So then, what do you want from me?

Hari: Please let me join Starless! You have the power to decide, right?

Kei: Hmm, I guess you heard it from Ran, but I have no intention of increasing my crew right now.

Kei: Mokuren, what do you think? Is he necessary?

Mokuren: I don't need him. He will get in the way.

Hari: Guh... [sorry I don't know how to communicate this word lol].

MC: That's a little much to say Mokuren. Please think a little more.....

Mokuren: ......If you want me to think about it. Princess, I do owe you something.

Mokuren: Minimum facilities in the shower room and backyard. It's guranteed because you are here.

Mokuren: That being said.......you [Hari] can't dance, can you? I really don't need that kind of person.

Hari: I haven't even tried yet so you cannot be convinced!

Kasumi: That's right, if that is the case, there is no choice but to give him a chance~.

Hari: That's it! Mokuren, I challenge you to a 'game'.

Mokuren: Are you an idiot? There is no way you can beat me.

Kasumi: You won't know unless you try, right?

Hari: That's correct! If you don't compete, I win by default.

Mokuren: .......Okay then, I'll make you regret it. Kei, please judge us.

Hari: I won't back down. I have a secret strategy to not lose.

Kei: ......Can't be helped. Kasumi, I'll take advantage of your scheme.

Kasumi: Please don't say bad things about others. I'm not planning anything.

Kasumi: Ah, I'm still on a shift! I'll leave the rest to the two of you~.

Kei: Hmm, he ran away.......Okay I'll just ignore him for now.

Kei: MC, should we go? Qu should be at the lesson venue.

MC: Ah, yes.

Mokuren: ........How stubborn.

Kei: ......Do you still want to continue?

Hari: .....No......Not.... yet......I can still do it.

MC: Isn't it better to stop now? Hari, you seem light-headed.

Qu: Can you stop it, Kei? As expected, I will have trouble waking him up.

Mokuren: No, you don't have to stop. He himself says, 'I can still do it'.

Qu: Are you a demon?

Mokuren: It's his wish. I'll dance until he admits to losing.

Kei: Hm, I'm glad you're motivated. There is no need for judging anymore. Let's go, MC.

MC: Eh, but!

Kei: Him doing this means that there is no way to judge. He will never admit defeat.

Hari: I'm enjoying this so much, that I'm not losing......I won't stop such a fun lesson......!

Qu: By calling this a lesson you have the guts to back it up. You are much more stubborn than I thought.

Mokuren: .......It's really annoying. Tell me when you can dance better.

Qu: Even you are having fun. Mokuren, you don't know many words.

Mokuren: Dance is the only word I need. It is enough.

Kei: That's right, your performance is so eloquent. Including the fact that the dancing up until now was different from W's.

Kei: Hari, I allow you access to the backyard. You can use the lesson area as you like.

Hari: I did it.....!

Qu: Ehh. Forgive me Kei, but is it okay? I think Mokuren will do whatever they want [to Hari].

Kei: I don't care, I'll leave him in your care for a while. Feel free to use him as you like.

Mokuren: Hey, wake up, you keep rolling around forever. If you want to die that much, I'll kill you.

Hari: If you can do it.....try to..... Because I won't die easily.

MC: Ahh....Um, Kei, is it okay to leave the two of them like that?

Kei: Qu, the rest is up to you.

Qu: Throwing it all at me? Oh well, good for you that it's Mokuren.....

To be continued.....

Sorry for the late upload, it's my exam period at the minute, so updates will be slow.

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