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Encouraging employees to take responsibility for their own work spaces and also implement a "clean as you go" policy.
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house of addams (1)
— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
— 🕷️ genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut
— 🗝️ word count: 4.3k
— 🍄 summary: hired to look into the mysterious deaths, disappearances, and disturbances in the small town of Farrow's End, you soon meet a certain gang of oddballs who help you connect the dots. and NO, you are NOT taking a liking to them.
— ☕ content warnings: private investigator!reader, cozy small town mystery/addams family vibes, botanist!yoongi, magical absurdity, bookshop owner!namjoon, barista!jin
— 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! directly influenced by this fic on ao3 by tinyratthief, which is loosely based on the addams family.
series m.list/schedule → next chapter
chpt. 1: new digs
september 16, 2004
If this job has taught you one thing, it’s that the laws of truth can and will be bent by anyone with enough concentrated effort. People come to you to find very specific truths; birth parents, cheating spouses, the details of shady business deals.
But if this job has taught you one thing, it's that the truth will also reveal itself to anyone with enough concentrated effort.
Though, there's always a handful of cases that force you to delve deep into things you’d rather leave buried. Like the person in Oregon who didn't show up in any photographs. Or the small town in Maryland with the strange, centuries-old secret society.
You’ve seen sides of human nature that have left you cynical, distrusting. Some have called you “dead inside,” but you’re not here to brag. Naturally, you are excellent at your job.
And when the Mayor of Farrow’s End, a sleepy town with enough missing persons cases to warrant a Netflix documentary, contacted you about a possible case, you accepted almost instantly.
Even her first correspondence and initial offer were strange. She stated a preference to discuss the finer details in person and in person only, which to you immediately suggested that the entire investigation would be a matter of confidentiality.
You were proven right when you met with her a week later. And while being proven right is usually one of your favorite things, you didn’t exactly expect this.
The offer: investigative services regarding (but not limited to) local missing persons/homicides, ecological disturbances, environmental chemical imbalances. etc.
In exchange for: monthly salary, rent support, covered business expenses.
And above all, everything must remain off the books.
The salary along with the rent support is very generous considering what you're used to, but you don’t tell the Mayor that. You do inform her that, while you wear many hats, you are not an ecologist, nor a chemist.
Mayor Summerbee, a middle-aged Asian woman with a sweet smile and even warmer eyes, informs you that you will have access to the local University’s college of natural sciences. She gives you the contact information for one Min Yoongi, a botanist who works in the school's research department.
Then she gives you the contact information for one Kim Taehyung, the town coroner and pathologist. Apparently, both of them will be available for consultation.
She is eager, maybe even desperate, smiling at you with an urgent sheen in her eyes.
When you accept her offer, shaking her hand with your usual firm grip, she seems to exhale in relief.
You move to Farrow’s End by the end of the week. It’s not as if you have much to move, just a trunkful of books and a handful of duffel bags. You’ve always moved around for work, and even if you didn’t, staying in one place for too long makes you nervous.
Your bags hit the pavement beside your boots as you survey your new home. It's a small, quaint house. The paint is faded but the architectural structure is sturdy. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen, living room. The whole place is in a slight state of disrepair, but you can't complain.
You spend the next day cleaning and unpacking, which doesn't take long since you leave most of your books in the trunk. You're exploring the town by the end of the afternoon.
The town square, though full of shops and businesses, is nearly barren. A few civilians putter around, their faces weathered and reflective of the gloom in the air. They stare at you as you pass by, a cocktail of curiosity and slight suspicion.
The next thing you notice is the posters. They're everywhere, on the crumbling brick walls, stuck on lampposts, taped to the windows, all displaying a variety of subjects. Events at the University, local night markets, antiques for sale.
But there are a few that stick out. THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE LAKE! Sign the petition to restrict land access →
HAVING STRANGE DREAMS? You're not alone, contact a psychic today!
BEWARE! DO NOT FEED LOCAL WILDLIFE.
Though, what's more strange to you is what you don't see. There are barely any missing person posters, and the few that you do see appear to have been ripped away.
Work begins now, you think to yourself as you snap some photos of several posters, flapping in the cold wind.
You pop into the general store to pick up some essentials, and the store clerk immediately recognizes that you're not a local.
He asks where you're from, you reply with the standard answer: a city not too far but not too close. He asks what you're doing here, you reply with the standard answer: you're a journalist. You add in the suggestion that you're working with the University about a story, and he doesn't question any further.
You're not sure if it's because he takes the hint or because he loses interest.
During the drive home, you notice something looming in the distance. Atop the highest hill is a dark house, with spires and towers rising from the tops of spindly trees. Even from here, you can see that the architecture is old and ornate, almost ancient in a hypnotic way. You're fairly certain you can see a murder of crows circling above.
An unusual feeling hangs around the house, like there's some kind of aura surrounding it. Welcoming some, yet blocking others.
Very strange indeed.
You spend the rest of the night huddled next to the fireplace, using the flickering orange light to skim over newspaper clippings.
No, the house does not have a heating system. But you don't mind too much, you have plenty of wood and warm clothes.
Five missing and three dead in the last year. Local law enforcement has done everything they could with what they had to work with, which apparently wasn't much. Scattered locations, no visible connection between the victims, and an alarming lack of evidence.
Eyelids heavy, you leave the papers scattered across the floor and head to bed, already looking forward to tomorrow's first coffee.
september 17, 2004
The University appears to be just as old as the rest of the town. Original wood, aged stone, curved iron accents. The brick walkway is slick with morning rain, and the sky is swirling with fog.
Perfect weather, it makes you ready to get to work.
The directory stated that Min Yoongi would be in Montgomery Hall, the natural sciences building, either in the greenhouse or in one of the labs, according to the TA you talked to earlier on the phone.
It takes some wandering, but what you like about this place is that people don't seem to notice your presence as much as they do in town. Out there, you're an easily identifiable outsider. Here, you're just another passerby with a purpose.
You find him in one of the lab rooms, tucked into a little nook that's encased with plastic sheeting, dotted with beads of moisture. The small space is crowded with greenery, big pots of tall plants with fanning leaves, draping vines from wall planters, seedlings in little trays.
Through the condensation dripping down the plastic walls, you can see that he's spraying the plants down with water, wearing a classic white coat.
You're indulging in your bad habit again. Your footsteps are notoriously quiet (you've been told), and you (apparently) have a tendency to sneak up on people and observe them for several minutes before they notice that you are there.
But it's a skill you delight in.
The man is of average height, thin, black hair, delicate features. You notice that the soles of his boots are caked with mud, and his skin is dewy from the humidifiers pumping moisture into the room.
"You already know my opinion on this," you hear him say, muffled by the spray of the water.
For a moment, you think he's talking to you, that he's rejecting your case before you've even presented it to him. But he isn't facing you, and his tone is decidedly casual, like he's talking to an old friend.
"It's bad for the others, anyway," he continues. "Don't wiggle your trigger hairs at me like that."
A pause, the water flow stops. Then a sigh of defeat.
"Fine, one puff. Then you quit pouting, got it?"
There's the sound of shuffling, then the fwick of a lighter being ignited.
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you step forward to peer through the slit in the plastic sheeting.
There's a Venus fly trap on one of the shelves, and between the jaws of one of the trap mouths, is a lit cigarette.
The man's head piques up when you enter his field of vision. Eyes widening, he looks like a cat that's been caught off guard.
He looks between you and the plant several times. You're fairly certain you see the tip of the cigarette glow ember, as if the plant were actually inhaling.
The man snatches the cigarette away and crushes it beneath the wet sole of his boot.
"Nasty habit," he finally says with a nervous chuckle. An awkward, straight-mouthed smile crosses his face, making his cheeks puff out slightly.
"Min Yoongi?" you ask.
"Yes, ma'am," he responds politely.
"I'm ______," you say, holding out a hand to shake.
He shuffles forward, his cold slim fingers meeting yours.
"Ah, the mayor mentioned that you'd be around."
That throws you a bit, because from what you've gathered about this case, you assumed that the mayor didn't want to be associated with it.
"Yes, would you mind filling me in on some of the ecological disturbances that have been going on in town?"
It's as if the question sends ants crawling down his spine. His neutral smile dissipates into an anxious twitch of his lips. He turns the hose back on and resumes spritzing the plants.
"What do you want to know?" he asks, a new tension in his voice.
Odd.
"Well," you start, "The mayor tells me that locals have been complaining about strange mushrooms invading their yards, increased acidity in their soil. Would you know anything about that?"
His eyebrows are knitted as he dampens the leaves of a spiraling fern.
"Mushrooms are really just the fruit of fungi, they bloom like flowers when the conditions are just right. Moisture, shade, an abundance of organic material, stuff like that. When it comes to the acidity, there's a variety of factors. All the rainfall recently leads to leaching, and the increased use of fertilizers causes nitrification. It's pretty standard."
You raise an eyebrow. He's deflecting.
"People have been saying that these mushrooms have been particularly hard to get rid of."
Yoongi 's brows furrow as if he's thinking hard.
"Fungi are tricky like that. We don't know much about them, really. They're their own class of life form. It could be a particularly stubborn strain."
"There's also been some unusual plant growth, creeping vines or the like. Very resistant to herbicides, apparently."
He pauses, considers it.
"Hmm," he mutters, the nozzle of the hose going lax in his hand.
“Also,” you continue, trying to further engage his curiosity. “There's been several cases of strange root rot?”
You add a questioning tone to your voice, gauging his reaction. Apparently, he hasn’t heard about it, because he looks up at you with the same question in his eyes.
“Root rot? In household plants?” he asks.
“No, in residencies.”
Yoongi stares at you for a moment, and you can tell he’s intrigued.
“I would benefit a lot from your knowledge, if I could just bring you a few samples, maybe go out and do some fieldwork—”
“You wouldn’t like working with me,” Yoongi interrupts. “I’m very…particular.”
You have a feeling the word is meant as a substitute for something else.
“Wonderful, so am I,” you reply, digging one of the many notebooks out of your bag. Flipping to the calendar, you click open your open your pen and start scribbling.
“Mornings are best, get the most out of the daylight. Make sure to bring your equipment and something to write on, and a camera if you have one.”
“Wait, I just don’t know if I’m going to be much use to you,” Yoongi says a little nervously, sticking his hands in his pockets.
You pause your scribbling to look at him. He’s pale in the fluorescent light, but not just physically. He has pale mannerisms and pale expressions, the countenance of a person that doesn’t feel as if they belong.
You know the feeling well.
“Coffee is always on me. How do you like it?” you say instead.
“Does Wednesday work?”
september 18, 2004
Three dead and five missing in less than six months. First, Michael Bradley, aged forty-two. Cause of death: chronic poisoning/exposure to toxic chemicals. He was found in his garage surrounded by household cleaners and herbicides. Apparently he’d been trying to get rid of the same strange mushrooms in his yard.
For now, all you have to work with is what they’ve published in the newspapers, and it seems that all that's come out of it is a public service announcement warning homeowners to be careful around toxic chemicals. His wife, Mary Bradley, hasn't commented on the circumstances of her husband’s death. And no one else has inquired any further into the matter.
Until today, obviously. Mrs. Bradley didn't answer her phone, and when you knocked on her door earlier this morning, she seemed less than pleased.
You opened with the standard introduction: I'm a journalist working on a story, would you mind consenting to an interview? Mrs. Bradley narrowed her eyes and scanned you up and down with barely concealed suspicion.
She asked what a journalist would find interesting about a common, accidental death in a small town. Apparently, the citizens of Farrow's End are very perceptive to outsiders.
You mentioned that fact that although Bradley's death appeared accidental, it's not common for people to die at the hands of household chemicals from prolonged exposure. Chronic poisoning is rarely without symptoms, why didn't he go to hospital?
She didn't have anything to say to that. You asked if she'd be comfortable divulging some of the details of his death, maybe even giving you access to the autopsy report. But she just grimaced at the mention, insisting that she had nothing to say about the matter and that you should leave right away.
She slammed the door in your face, but luckily it wasn't the first time people have resisted your questions. Unfortunately, a significant part of your job involves being a pain in the ass.
You linger in the front yard, where it's impossible not to notice the gnarled tree stumps and large rings of mushrooms scattered across the lawn.
You're not a mycologist by any means, but even you can tell that these mushrooms are strange. They seem to be multicolored, red and orange and brown, changing depending on the light like a hologram, but without any of the shine. They aren't bulb-shaped like many other mushrooms, but twist in tendrils this way and that, stretching.
And a smell hangs about them. You can't really describe it, something like damp and musk and old meat. Standing there, breathing them in, for too long makes your head spin.
And the trees, or rather, what's left of them. Nothing but stumps now, but you can tell that they were old when they were cut down. There's that same multi-colored effect to them, except it runs in veins throughout the tree's bark, spiraling into the rings.
You'll have to ask Yoongi about it.
Curiosity nips at you like a non-venomous snake even after you're home. It's not deadly, but it sure as hell is annoying.
What kind of disease infects fungi and trees? Why would the mayor care about privately investigating such a thing? And a thousand other questions.
You shove your boots on and enter back into the chill. You remember seeing a bookstore in town.
The Magic Shop: Books and Oddities
The front window glows with warm light, crowded with displayed volumes and curiosities (a stuffed raven, a jar of yellowing teeth, insects encased in amber).
The door swings open with the ring of a bell. Someone calls out "Welcome in," in a deep-velvet voice.
The smell of parchment and aged leather envelopes you like a familiar hug. You can't help pausing in the doorway and inhaling deeply. No matter what city you're in, places like this always feel like home.
It's everything that a bookstore should be: crowded, mysterious, and slightly dusty. The shelves are tightly grouped and arranged like a labyrinth few are privy to, and stacks—no, towers—of books occupy every corner.
You enter into the space, feet padding on the braided rugs, eyes drinking in the details. There are labels on the shelves, haphazardly spaced. They start normal enough: gardening, self-help, adventure.
But then you realize that they branch off into even more labels, or rather sub-labels. There's nocturnal gardening, gardening under the influence, Faerie gardens and goblin gardens. Each labeled sub-genre branches into even more specific sub-categories, creating a seemingly endless array of subjects.
You could explore this place for hours. In fact, you intend to over the course of your stay in Farrow's End.
You spend an indeterminate amount of time exploring all the labels and categories. The shelves twist this way and that, creating little nooks where the occasional armchair is tucked into.
Eventually, you come to a more open area with a wide-sprawling desk. The man sitting behind it is tall and tan, glasses perched on his nose, with short chestnut hair that shifts golden in the candlelight.
He's deeply focused on the book in his hands: A Comprehensive Guide to Navigating Parallel Universes and Pocket Dimensions.
Typically, you hate to bother people in a bookstore, especially if they're already reading. It's supposed to be a space for quiet reflection, for self-exploration and uninterrupted browsing. But you still have a job to do, and it's clear that you won't be able to navigate the complicated system yourself. At least, not in a concise period of time.
So you square your shoulders and prepare yourself to address the (handsome, you notice) man at the counter.
"Excuse me," you begin in a hushed voice.
The man's head whips up, as if he completely forgot there was another person here.
"Yes?" He says in that same deep voice, friendly and eager. "Do you need help finding something?" It sounds like he can't quite believe the fact. This place must not get many customers.
"Yes, if you don't mind."
His face lights up as if nothing would delight him more.
"Do you have anything on unusual mushrooms?" you ask.
The man sets down his book and slips out from behind the desk. "Hmm..." he mumbles to himself, expertly weaving between the shelves while you hurry to catch up.
"Let's see here..." he says, passing a wall draped with vines from a hanging planter, like the ones in Yoongi's lab, you notice.
"Fungi," he mutters, fingertips ghosting over the shelves. The sections under Fungi are vast and wide-ranging. Poisons & Antidotes, Moss & Lichens, Carnivorous, Aberrations.
He pauses at that last one, eyes flitting between the volumes.
"Anything specific?" he asks.
You debate on how much to disclose, but with the several cases of strange fungi in people's yards, it's probably common small town knowledge by now.
"Anything about an unusual fungus with...tendrils?" You can't help the hesitation, you're not sure if it's a common feature among mushrooms.
Apparently, it's not as unusual as you thought, because the man only nods and shifts his attention to one of the lower shelves. His slim fingers finally land on an old cloth-bound book with a red toadstool on the spine. There's no title on the cover, but the man seems to be familiar with it.
"Here you go," he says, handing it to you. "I think you'll find what you're looking for in this one."
He says it with the confidence of someone who's read every book in the building front to back. A very specific part of your brain tells you that this fact is almost certainly true.
"Thank you very much," you say, turning the book over in your hands.
"My pleasure," he replies, and means it.
"How much?"
He guides you back to the counter and rings it up for a very good price.
You're itching to ask questions, but you're not sure where to start.
The man places the book into a brown paper bag printed with Magic Shop Books and Oddities and hands it to you with a warm smile.
You lose your nerve and take the bag in silence. Then, as if he could smell the fragmented thoughts darting around in your skull, he says, "Be careful in the woods."
You look at him. There's the same friendly smile, but now with a hint of good-natured curiosity.
"If you're going mushroom hunting, I mean," he adds.
You stare at him for perhaps too long.
"Thanks," you say, dropping a generous tip into the jar next to the register.
"Hope to see you again," he calls out as you exit through the front door.
A moth to flame, bees to honey. Insert: you to coffee shops with perfect ambient lighting. You spot it just as you're leaving the narrow alley that leads to the bookshop.
Turning the corner onto a cobblestone walkway, you catch sight of the cafe windows, slick with the recent rain. But from what you can see through the glass, it looks like a warm, cozy place.
Glancing at the front door, you notice an OPEN sign, even though it's quite late. You're opening the door and stepping inside before you're even conscious of it.
The interior reflects the same aged aesthetic as the exterior, dark wood and brick and brass accents. But the kitchen area houses clean chrome appliances, and there are shelves stacked with white dishes behind them. Golden light warms a glass case fully stocked with a manner of pastries, breads, and other nibbles, all of which still seem to be steaming hot.
You immediately decide that you like this place.
"Good evening," a pleasant voice calls, though you can't yet identify the speaker.
The smell of steam and freshly-ground coffee beans becomes richer as you approach the counter. You can hear someone puttering around in the back room.
You glance at the menu's wide selection, and when you look back at the counter, a man is standing right in front of you.
You don't scare easily, but it's enough to make you jump a little.
"What can I get you?" the man asks cheerfully. He's tall and slim, wearing a white button-up and black slacks under an apron. Brown hair, dark eyes, and a full smiling mouth.
You order a coffee and a pastry.
"What time do you close?" you ask, wanting to sit down and enjoy the atmosphere but also not wanting to be the asshole that settles in just before closing.
"On Wednesdays we close at noon, otherwise we're open twenty-four hours," he replies, sounding delighted by rather than annoyed by the fact.
A twenty-four hour coffee shop? You really like this place.
He must see your eyebrows raise in surprise, because then he proudly adds, "Only one in town."
Pleasantly surprised, you look around the shop to assess the seating options. There are booths tucked along the walls, a few tables and chairs, and a few plush-looking armchairs near the windows.
"Please, have a seat and make yourself at home. I enjoy the company," the man says as he makes your drink.
You take him up on it, settling into one of the chairs by the frosted glass of the window. It's then that you take a closer look at the book the shop owner recommended.
A fraying cloth-bound cover, a red toadstool instead of a title. Inside, a table of contents. First, a bit of basic mycology, which you greatly benefit from. Immediately after, a range of mutations, circumstances, and environmental factors that caused the direct disturbance to said mycology.
You get lost in it quite easily, sipping your drink (which is expertly brewed) and nibbling your pastry (which is almost too delicious for words). You know that you'll be spending a considerable amount of time here throughout your stay in Farrow's End.
The book cites several case studies, all suggesting that a new strain of fungus is not only spreading rapidly, but infecting all other strains it has access to.
You read on, only momentarily distracted by the occasional customers that enter into the establishment. Like the group of students, most likely from the University, who order a large batch of espresso to-go. Or the old man who orders a sandwich and black coffee and sits outside despite the late-night chill.
You don't realize it, but you read on until the early morning. The first few faint, pale rays of sunlight stretch across your current page through the window, and you jerk to attention when you realize what time it is.
Not that you have somewhere in particular to be today. But you've always liked to get a jump on things early on in the investigation. And you have better luck getting interviews during the day.
You had no idea that time was passing so quickly. This place seems to have an air of particular tranquility, the kind that only a handful of coffee shops are able to achieve. It's the feeling of finding a quiet place after being overstimulated for hours.
You take your dishes to the counter, drop a tip into the jar, and step into the morning chill.
Exhaustion sets in on the journey home, and you crash moments after your head hits the pillow.
The dreams start that night.
a/n: thanks so much for reading!! love to hear any of ur thoughts 👉👈
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anything eagle flies and paytah related pls i am so starved for content rn 🙏 🙏 🙏
SIR YES SIR 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
EAGLE FLIES AND PAYTAH?!?! WUT?!?!
Cw: none yet
Notes: GUYS I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD!! ALSO SOME OF THESE WERE BREWED BY @tempting-andromeda !!
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EAGLE FLIES!!!!!!!
Goes crazy for salamis and other meats of that sort
Inhales it
Favorite older cousin, relishes in it
Accidentally cusses out one of them (bribes them)
Sometimes him and Paytah fight (im a funny way) and Rains Fall gives them a long ass lecture
Speaking of Rains Fall he definitely rebags the groceries no matter how well the cashier did (no he will not go to self checkout)
Has had way too many jobs in customer service, should not be in customer service
Enjoyer of mulberries, once ate half a tree’s produce in one sitting and had a monster stomach ache
He has really good handwriting, like accidentally has mean/popular girl handwriting
PAYTAH??!?!!??!!
Bouncing off the handwriting, he has a more graffiti esque style
Carries big ass sharpie on him at all times
Is that a magnum sharpie, or are you just excited to see me?
I see him playing really nerdy games like smash bros, space marines 1 & 2, and baulders gate
Makes me giggle to imagine him getting his first figure kit and making the sloppiest eyes ever
Example:
His room is a mix of something like tony hawk and an accidentally virgin goon cave
Not to say he has like gross posters, he just has shit like one piece posters, figures from a bunch of different fandoms (even if he only got it cause of looks) and one million cups or water bottles.
Does do a monthly deep clean though!
May be a bit of projection on my end, but he has a harder time parting with things
What if he needed that? What if their feelings were hurt and it comes back to kill him???
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Double posting?!?!
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Clean Up On Aisle Heartbreak
Brie's Tale as told by @earthtoharlow
Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
That's all you could think as you sat on your bed no longer being able to hold back your sobs. You could not believe that the man who made you feel on top of the world, was married with three beautiful children.
Ever since you saw those photos you’ve felt lost. You fell for a man who didn’t even exist. What made you upset the most was that you didn’t know which parts of him were real and which were not, which words were honest and which were blatant lies.
Months ago when Jack told you that he wanted to "take things slow". It should have made alarms go off in your head but It was too late, you were already wrapped up in his charm. You could not help but think about the day the two of you met, wishing you ignored that boyish grin and bright blue eyes.
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You stared at the rows and rows of juice in front of you with both hands on your hips. Penny pinching was the only way you could make ends meet. Sure, working as a nurse at one of the largest hospitals in town came with great benefits, but since this was your first job after graduating nursing school you lacked work experience. Your salary barely covered standard monthly expenses.
You wanted that juice. Which happened to be half off with your coupon but of course the very last bottle was pushed all the way in the back of the fridge. You decided to say "fuck it" and yanked open the refrigerator door, you placed your croc covered foot on the bottom shelf hoping it would give you a bit of a boost. If you could just reach a little further to knock it down....
“Let me help”
The smooth voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine. You would have moved out his way but the gentleman placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned into the fridge with you. You could not have moved if your life depended on it. With barely a stretch, he grabbed the juice and placed it inside your basket with your other groceries.
You were breathless when you looked up at the man in the front of you. You let out a tiny gasp when you noticed how close he still was to you. You took a small step back so you could fully take in the beautiful man in front of you.
“Thank you.” was all you could manage to spit out as you continued to stare at him. He stepped out of the fridge and closed the door before giving you a big smile like he knew the effect he was having on you. "No problem, ma" he said in that deep voice that set a flame burning low in your stomach. You were staring, you almost wanted to touch your mouth to make sure you were not drooling.
This tall and broad man made you remember how long it had been since you had sex. With focusing on graduating nursing school and then packing everything up and moving across the country it had been almost two years. All this man had to do was touch you to awaken the beast.
You just realized again that you were still staring at this man like he was a popsicle on the 4th of July. "Well, thanks again. You tore your eyes away and grabbed your cart before turning to walk away. A man was the last thing you needed in your life right now. You were almost out the aisle before you heard him speak again. "Thank you for your service".
You turned around before giving him a questioning look. He then gestured towards your nurse scrubs. If you were a praying woman you would have dropped to your knees and thanked God that you actually wore a nice form fitting pair of scrubs today. You gave him a bright smile before thanking him."I have never had someone say that to me before, thank you.” You say as you stretch your hand out for him to shake.
“I’m Brianna, by the way, but everyone calls me Brie.” Shaking my outreached hand and without letting go he introduces himself. "I’m Jackman.” He says with a flirty smile."Everyone but my mom calls me Jack.” He joked.
"Are you new in town? I come to this grocery store every week and I have never seen you before" Jack asked curiously while still holding on to your hand. Your face warmed as you looked down at your joined hands before answering."Yeah, I’ve been here for about 2 months now, and decided to be an adult, stop ordering takeout and actually buy groceries".
He threw his head back in laughter. You could listen to that forever."Well Brie, I have been here my whole life so if you ever need a tour guide, I am your guy". If you knew what you knew now. You would have never given him your number.
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You sighed in content as you ran your fingers through Jack’s curls as he slept peacefully next to you. With work and Jack being out of town this was the first time you’ve seen each other in 2 weeks.
As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard his phone vibrating. You tried to ignore it but the phone just would not stop. Reaching out to grab his phone to turn it off you noticed almost a dozen texts from the contact "Wifey" wondering when he was coming home to read the kids bedtime stories.
Your brows furrowed in confusion as you opened his messages. The phone almost dropped from your hands as you saw hundreds of texts between Jack and multiple women. You could feel tears start to well up within your eyes, and a lump start to form in your throat containing a choked sob. You put a hand over your mouth to try to muffle your cry. The more you scrolled the worse it seemed to get.
You took a quick glance at Jack to make sure he was still knocked out. Then decided to look through his photos only finding photos of his friends and work related things. You almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief before you noticed the private album. You unlocked it on the first try and your mouth dropped when you saw multiple family photos. Wedding photos included.
Jack was pictured with 3 beautiful kids who looked like a splitting image of him. He couldn’t deny them even if he wanted to.
How could someone be so cruel? How could this man sleep peacefully knowing that he’s hurting so many people?
You hated yourself even more for unknowingly contributing to the pain and suffering his wife and kids were going to experience.
You slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake him up. Your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest. Just breathing the same air as Jack was making you feel queasy.
Just as your hand touched the doorknob, you heard Jack call out for you. You silently cursed under your breath, and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes.
You turned around just as Jack walked into the living room.
“Hey, where you heading off to? Thought you were gonna stay the night?” He questioned as he rubbed the sleep out his eyes.
You took a deep breath, trying to get your emotions together before you replied.
“Yeah, sorry! Um, work called. There’s an emergency at the hospital, so they need all hands on deck.” You needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
You watched as Jack ran his fingers through his hair and pouted at you. 10 minutes ago you probably would’ve found this adorable, now you were just disgusted.
Jack sighed before walking towards you and pulling you into a hug, you tried not to feel stiff in his arms. These were the arms of a monster.
You closed your eyes as Jack kissed your forehead, then your nose before giving you a long kiss on the lips. You tried to savor this moment knowing that this would never happen again.
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Kilian Gaard Hakashita
Kilian Gaard Hakashita.
Character sheet; m-029
Legal monster documentation and information.
First name(s); Kilian,
Last name(s); Gaard-Hakashita.
Birthdate/creation date; December 31st (11.06pm) 1663.
Residency; Kenton, Central Guingosia. Angels-Breath University dormitory.
Race 1; Panjani.
Race 2; Blightborn.
Gender; M.
Person code; 311263-6029
Description
Kilian, also known as Kili by his family members; Sister - Iris Gaard, Mother - Irene Gaard Hakashita, and boyfriend Leonid Licht Aisling, is depicted to be a very complex person.
Kilian was born on new year’s eve, making him a baby born from celebration. Although being born on such a special day welcoming the new year full of new possibilities, Kilian is quite a cynical and negative person by nature.
Others describe him to be quiet and intimidating, and a little off putting. He seems very unemotional and struggles to convey his feelings to others.
Despite his struggles, he is genuinely a very kind and patient person towards those he loves. He is truly a sweetheart when you look past his apathetic appearance and cold attitude.
Hobbies and interests
Kilian is a huge nerd when it comes to knowledge and academics.
Growing up Kilian read a lot of different books out of curiosity, and through that he eventually memorised many topics and skills just purely from reading about them over and over again.
He excels at Maths and Physics, yet struggles in creative fields like creative writing and art.
Kilian also enjoys collecting antiques and retro items such as vintage game consoles and electronics. He enjoys listening to old music his mom used to listen to in her childhood. In general, Kilian really values the way things were and tradition.
Despite collecting vintage electronics, he is quite lacking when it comes to modern technology. He is completely clueless on how to use modern electronics and ends up having to ask for help from his loved ones with it.
Kilian enjoys cleaning and living in a tidy little cozy apartment. When he isn’t sleeping his days away, he is almost always deep cleaning every corner of his apartment. Most of his guests describe his apartment as a cozy little grandma home since it’s mostly decorated with old furniture and comfortable traditional rugs with plants in every inch of the place.
Occupation
Kilian is a part of the Horned Military Aire.
The Horned Military Aire, otherwise known as HMA, is an organisation dedicated to protecting civilians from any possible threats and daily harms. They usually deal with any serious crimes and incidents that the Guingosian or county police do not have the power or authority to deal with directly.
With the HMA also comes the possibility of having to take part in war to protect the country in case of emergencies. Due to this factor, Kilian does monthly military service training and camps.
Although, when not on duty or camps, Kilian also does Ice skating competitions.
He sees these competitions as more of a hobby thing to spend the time with than a true sport he takes seriously.
Ice skating had always been an important aspect of his childhood since he used it as a form of escape after a rough day. Therefore, ice skating is very dear to his heart.
Due to his competitions and the fact that the audience usually throws stuffed animals into the rink after a performance, Kilian owns a plethora of stuffies he keeps around his apartment.
One of those stuffies being a stuffed firefly he named after his boyfriend, Leo.
#my writing#fantasy#worldbuilding#oc#oc art#my ocs#original character#character design#character sheet#writeblr#kilian
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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞
Chapter 19
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A/N: This is it! The grand finale! Until I post bonus content that is
“I think you’re more anxious than me,” Jungkook looked over at Hobi. They were making their first official visit to a surrogacy center since both of them became certified.
“I keep going to the worst case scenario,” Hobi told him.
“Then let me do the talking,” Jungkook said. Hobi took a deep breath.
“Good idea,” he replied.
“Of course it is,” Jungkook laughed. The waiting room was clean and well lit. It was above ground with windows that let in plenty of light. That was the first positive Hobi saw. A petite Beta woman approached them.
“Good morning, gentleman. I’m Sana and I’ll be showing you around today. For legal purposes I have to confirm that you’re both Registered Inspectors,” she said. Hobi and Jungkook handed over their credentials. She checked something off on the tablet she was holding then returned them.
“If you’d follow me,” she said. They got up and trailed behind her.
“We’re the newest center in the system. There’s been a much higher demand for suburban and rural centers lately. Most of the Omegas are unhoused though a few do have their own residences. All of them are allowed to come and go as they please as long as they’re on time for their appointments. If they need assistance with travel, we also provide that. Every Omega is given a monthly stipend to cover unexpected expenses and personal purchases. That comes out of the fee we charge for our services. We provide maternity clothing and things like support belts, nursing tops, and any other orthopedic device recommended by the doctors,” she told them as they walked down a hallway. It was lined with doors, some opened and some closed.
“Are these the rooms?” Jungkook asked.
“Yes. All the Omegas are given their own bedroom and bathroom. There are no rules about keeping the doors open or closed. Some of them prefer privacy during later pregnancy,” she replied.
“How do you prevent multiple pregnancies within a few months?” Hobi looked over at Jungkook. This was where he knew better than any of them.
“Once an Omega gives birth, they’re given heat blockers for a full year from the date of the birth. After that, they can either place themselves on a reserve list or full availability,” Sana replied. “After 3 years, they’re asked to be put for full availability. We’ve found through research that heat blockers lose their potency by 75% at or after 3 years.”
“And what about Omegas with miscarriage issues?” this answer hinged on whether or not Jungkook would sign off on this facility.
“If an Omega miscarries twice then we do a full examination to determine the cause. If no physical cause can be determined then they’re given a hormone treatment to help them carry to term,” she replied. Jungkook nodded.
“The paperwork says this is a mixed facility?” Hobi finally spoke up.
“Yes, we have a 50 / 50 distribution of male and female Omegas. Medically there’s no difference, however some couples are more comfortable with a specific super-gender,” she explained.
“And you said no Alphas are allowed unless they’re picking up a pup or a medical professional?” Hobi continued.
“Correct. We also have a separate scent controlled area for the Alphas to give their samples for insemination. The Omegas have their implantation done at an approved hospital with a Registered Inspector present,” Sana had led them down to an area that required keycard access. Hobi and Jungkook looked at each other.
“This is our birthing area. We keep it controlled for the privacy and safety of the Omegas either scheduled for a c-section or in labor,” she smiled.
“What’s that?” Hobi asked. Sana looked over at the large tubs against one of the walls.
“Those are the birthing tubs. Some Omegas prefer to give birth in water. It’s best for ones carrying a litter,” she explained.
“I want one,” Jungkook chuckled.
“We’ve got a pool,” Hobi replied. Jungkook rolled his eyes. Sana led them around the rest of the building, the outdoor area, and exercise area.
“We offer prenatal exercise classes if the doctors have cleared them for activity,” she said as Hobi and Jungkook marveled at the fully equipped gym. Sana led them back to the lobby.
“Do you have any questions? I can always forward any issues to the director of this area,” she said. Hobi looked at Jungkook.
“I believe you’ve covered it all,” Jungkook replied. “I’m comfortable signing off if my colleague is.” Hobi nodded his agreement.
“Excellent! If you think of anything, don’t hesitate to contact us. Will we be seeing you next month?” she handed them the tablet to sign off.
“And every month after unless one of us is reassigned. Though I’ll be on maternity leave starting in June,” Jungkook said.
“Congratulations and if you need information on a birthing tub please let me know,” she smiled. Jungkook chuckled and Hobi gave him a dirty look.
“I will,” he smiled.
“So, how did it go?” Yoongi asked when Hobi got home.
“Jungkook signed off on it and I know he was in the same place you were so I’m fine with it,” Hobi replied.
“I told you that you could trust his opinion for both of us,” Yoongi poked him in the side.
“I feel like this is what your lives were supposed to be,” Hobi settled down on the bed next to Yoongi.
“Well if you’re happy with it, I was thinking we could have a surrogate,” Yoongi replied.
“But wouldn’t that only be my DNA?” Hobi asked.
“No, you fool. A surrogate only carries the pup of the parents. I’d have an egg retrieval and you’d donate your sperm. Then the embryo is implanted into the surrogate. Did you sleep through that part of the training?” Yoongi asked.
“I thought they were carrying their own pups!” Hobi replied. Yoongi did a literal facepalm.
“I think you might actually be stupid,” the Omega replied.
“Excuse you,” Hobi pouted.
“Anyway, if you’re amenable to the idea I thought once Jina is a little older we could use a surrogate,” Yoongi said.
“I’m open,” Hobi replied.
“Good,” Yoongi kissed him.
Two and a half years later, Hobi and Yoongi brought home another healthy baby girl. Jina and Sangyeon, Tae and Jungkook’s son, were thrilled to have a baby in the house.
“Are you happy?” Hobi asked late one night when they were up with Hyerin.
“Stupid happy,” Yoongi kissed him.
“Me too,” Hobi agreed.
“I love you, Jung Hoseok,”
“I love you too, Min Yoongi,”
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am i about to redownload a streaming service to watch a show a mutual has thrown on my dash at least three times in a row today? maybe, probably, yeah, it looks neat from the three post they reblogged, and i have nothing better to do, I’m just doing the monthly kitchen medium-clean (not really a deep, but too much for it to be a light), might as well start another show, not like im already in the middle of skate leading stars and link click, and have so many other shows “on the list” that im skipping over for this one
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ice cream on hot days is a must, loves the smell of fresh rain, always carries a notebook for random thoughts, secretly hums while cleaning, prefers books over e-readers, coffee over tea but loves both, always adds extra seasoning to food, scared of heights but loves tall buildings, collects seashells on every beach trip, always wears mismatched socks, can never remember movie quotes, doodles on the edges of important notes, falls asleep listening to podcasts, loves thunderstorms but hates getting wet, always keeps fresh flowers in the house, writes letters but never sends them, eats dessert first at restaurants, prefers sunrise to sunset, has a soft spot for stray animals, owns way too many throw blankets.
Childhood in New York City: Selena Rojas was born and raised in a working-class neighborhood in New York City. Her father, Rafael, a dedicated firefighter, and her mother, Camila, the director of a community center, instilled in her a sense of resilience, justice, and service to others. From an early age, Selena displayed curiosity and determination, often spending hours reading or observing her mother’s work at the community center.
Teen Years: As a teenager, Selena attended a public high school where she excelled academically and served as editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. It was during this time that she uncovered her passion for storytelling and investigative work. She frequently volunteered at her mother’s community center, connecting with people from all walks of life, which deepened her empathy and understanding of systemic issues.
College and Early Career: Selena attended Columbia University, where she majored in Journalism and interned at local newspapers and media outlets. Her reporting during college, which focused on housing inequality and police misconduct, earned her recognition and an offer to join a prestigious investigative team after graduation.
Rise in Investigative Journalism: For nearly a decade, Selena built a reputation as a fearless journalist. Her groundbreaking exposés on corruption and systemic injustices earned her multiple awards. However, the grueling demands of her career began to strain her personal relationships, particularly with her family, who often felt she prioritized work over them.
A Turning Point: After a particularly dangerous investigation into corporate malpractice led to threats against her safety, Selena decided to step back from the chaos of New York City. Feeling burned out and seeking a slower pace of life, she moved to Westport, Connecticut.
New Beginnings in Westport: In Westport, Selena took on a freelance journalism role, focusing on local stories with national significance. The town’s charm and tight-knit community initially felt foreign, but over time, Selena found a sense of peace. Despite the slower pace, she couldn’t help but uncover complex narratives beneath Westport’s idyllic surface, allowing her to continue her work while reconnecting with herself and her family, who often visit her new home.
Personality:
Selena has a sharp wit and a deep sense of empathy, which makes her both approachable and inspiring. While her charm draws people in, her grit and determination often set her apart. Selena has a strong moral compass, which fuels her investigative work and her desire to uplift marginalized voices.
Despite her passion, Selena can be overly independent, often refusing help even when she needs it most. Her tendency to overwork herself stems from her belief that every story matters, sometimes at the expense of her personal relationships. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about but struggles to balance her career with her connections to family and friends.
Potential Connections for Selena
The Mysterious Neighbor: A quiet and enigmatic person who maybe eventually becomes one of Selena’s confidants.
The Book Club Friends: A lively group of Westport women who use their monthly book club as an excuse to get wine drunk and gossip. Despite initially feeling out of place, Selena becomes part of their dynamic.
An Ex from New York: A past serious relationship that ended because of Selena’s workaholic tendencies, occasionally resurfacing via texts or unexpected visits.
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I should have posted about this sooner, but I want to encourage anyone using Healthcare.gov to select a 2025 insurance plan to utilize this option to find local help in navigating the chaos of going through plans. We had to do this for my oldest daughter, who is disabled and living with us. A lovely woman from United Way helped us go through and better understand what each part means and how to choose something that would give the most coverage for the least cost.
What I learned in the process:
The best coverage may not have the cheapest monthly premiums. And by best I mean cheapest. Just realized how stupidly obvious that first statement was. The best coverage for the price.
If you have a lot of prescriptions or appointments, finding a plan with low or no copay for appointments and flat rates for prescriptions can make a higher monthly premium worth it.
A deductible is the amount you have to spend yourself before insurance covers everything.
Not every medical service counts toward the deductible, and most of us won’t meet ours at all on any given year. As such, you have to look at what you intend to have done this year and what you can afford to spend to decide whether you should even care how high the deductible is.
So for a lot of us, it’s more worthwhile to look at the coverage for smaller, frequent services than how high that deductible is.
Not many plans include vision coverage.
They also don’t include dental.
You can add dental after selecting your health plan, before completing the process.
The cheapest dental plans will likely only give you a few choices for providers, maybe none in your own city. Compare them carefully.
From what I surmise, there’s such a thing as a preventive dental plan that only covers cleanings. However, you seem to have more choice of providers.
And one last thing about dentists…
From personal experience, the dentist that accepts the cheapest plan will have certain issues. You will usually have longer wait times, more crowded waiting rooms, families with lots of kids, etc. If money is tight, you can handle this. Try the earliest morning appointments and NEVER one right after school lets out, to minimize these consequences of choosing a cheap plan.
These dental offices may have some very good dentists and hygienists, but they also tend to try and sell you the deep cleaning every four months. Insurance usually covers free semi-annual regular cleanings, but not so much deep cleanings. You can deal with this also. If you take care of your teeth and aren’t having any issues, you can self-advocate by insisting on a cost breakdown on paper in advance of any treatments, and refusing anything but your covered cleaning. Two cleanings per year will make the dental plan more than pay for itself.
If you have teeth with issues, you’ll want to choose more carefully and pay a bit more, because the McDentists I mentioned will try and use your genuine dental problems as leverage to lay out an extensive plan of treatments and it won’t be so easy to tell what’s needed and what isn’t. Even a good dental plan doesn’t cover much anyway.
Hope some of this helps. I’m still new at this so take everything with a grain of salt. Just get help from the people in your area as recommended by Healthcare.gov. You may even qualify for assistance. Here’s hoping next year it’s still available.
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If you had a million dollars, what's the first self indulgent purchase you'd make??
A cleaning service! When I'm short on spoons or in a bad mental health spot, the cleaning is the first thing to suffer. That in turn stresses me out, and it's a vicious cycle.
I used to have someone come monthly to do a deep clean and it was super helpful, but I took a temporary paycut at my company last summer, along with the other executives, so that we didn't have to do a bunch of layoffs. Once that's over, it'll be the first extra I finagle back into the budget. :)
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Owlcatober 2023 + Memory
Hi everyone! Here's my submission for prompt #9 Memory. This is my first time taking part in a monthly event like this. :D
Game: Pathfinder Kingmaker
Characters: Maegar Varn, Varn's General (Isanne Kanmir)
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,257
Summary: Maegar Varn's life is close to its end and his General Wife has some reminiscing to do on all the adventures they've had together. Warnings for death and mentions of pregnancy.
You can read it here on AO3 as well!
In the years since the Queen’s encounter with the Lantern King, Varnhold has grown robust and peaceful. The Varnling Host patrol the plains of Dunsward, assisting the common folk and the Nomen centaurs. Many hours had its leader, Maegar Varn, present in the throneroom of Tuskdale, advising and perhaps fighting with the Queen. For this service, his retirement was well protected and ensured. Now his final adventure was about to begin.
The large four-postered bed lay shrouded in furs and fabrics. Censers heavy with incense fill the room, hiding the scent of illness. The heady smoke hides the walls and windows from her view. With a shaking hand outstretched, Isanne Kanmir-Varn finds her way to the chair set beside the bed. Here she sits herself down with a crackling back.
Once robust, Maegar Varn is now withered and pallid. It is the shadow of his 84th year. Their children have been born and grown in what felt like a blink to her, but was really the breadth of his natural life. His grandchildren had even blessed them with their births, sprouting up like little flowers in the garden of their hearts. Both had contributed to the deep smile lines on his face. Much of the white hair that lays haloed around his head had come from many hours of chasing the children around the village and the ensuing shock of childish actions.
His breathing comes low and belabored. Clerics had come and gone, shaking their heads and offering empty platitudes. Isanne sighs as she watches him. The time to call the Priest of Pharasma comes soon. She leans over and grips his hand. Maegar’s skin is clammy.
“My love, can you hear me,” Isanne calls out to him.
With a groan, Maegar opens his eyes and looks at her. His brown eyes are now bloodshot. A weak smile comes to his lips.
“Do you want me to call the priest,” she asks.
“Nay. Isanne… tell me something cheerful. This room is driving me mad.”
She shifts in her seat, thinking back to all the adventures they’ve had. She has been at his side since he was a young man. When they first met, his face was clean of the scars that now riddle it. Starting there would be good.
“Do you remember when we met in Pitax?”
That weak smile broadens.
“You were drunk on Liacenzan wine. It made me happy I left Vikke at the inn. She was four then. Too small for the japes of men.”
Isanne pauses, envisioning in her mind’s eye her daughter; the only child she had had that was not by Maegar. Now the younger woman was somewhere in Absalom, seeking her own fortunes. It had been difficult saying goodbye to the child that had followed her across the world and into war. It should not have come as a surprise that a soul so alike her own would also seek adventure.
“I remember you comparing me to some bodice ripper heroine you had read about.”
“Kigelia the Lusty Elven Washerwoman,” Maegar adds, voice weak, but full of humour. Isanne rolls her eyes at the name. In his drunken stupor, he had made the grave error of assuming one elf had to be alike all of them. Especially if they looked similar to the crude drawing on the front of the book. It was not something he would have said had he been sober, but she hadn’t known that then.
Isanne continues to describe the resulting duel; how she had taken her anger to the streets. Her kinetic blade of stone against his dual daggers. The way her eyes had trailed to his form, a strongman’s body - a mixture of protective fat and sharp muscle rippling underneath. Even at that first awkward meeting the attraction had been strong. It had come so naturally for her to ask who he was and what he did. The fact that he led the Varnling Host was a pleasant surprise; she had already decided she needed to know him without that.
“I am glad you didn’t hate me for that one,” Maegar whispers, his eyes growing heavy.
“Should I let you rest, my love?”
He weakly shakes his head and then tilts it like a puppy, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
“Nay, tell me more. Give me more stories for the road.”
With tears forming, she regales him with more stories of their time as mercenaries. Tales of lizardfolk trophies distributed, boggards slain and even the tale of Noose, hiding between Rostland and Issia. Her heart pounds in her chest and her leg bounces with the fear of what is coming. Still she continues on. The story of Lostlarn Keep brings a frown to his face and she switches the story to the Queen’s rescue of her. She remembers waiting in the Beer Mug Inn with Linzi, convinced that Maegar was dead and the Queen a liar. Both halflings, Queen and Bard, had beamed when Isanne had run straight into Maegar’s arms at his arrival to the small tavern. She remembers the desperation of the kiss marking their reunion.
“I thought you had died, you know,” Isanne says, shaking her head with the bitterness of the memory.
“I could say the same of you! I thought I had finally found my Lady Varn and off you went without me.”
Isanne laughs, the only cheerful sound the room had heard in weeks.
“Hmmm. You must remember our wedding then, no?”
A hint of mischief enters his voice, “I remember the night then especially well.”
That memory is a pleasant one. The wine had been like a river; the cakes and pastries like mountains. The Queen and her companions had attended as well. Linzi had harassed Ekundayo before scribbling details in her book. She remembers the citizens discomfort at the little goblin Nok-Nok who had stuffed his face eagerly. Fortunately the amenities of the party had been enough to keep the tension from growing. There had also been the Queen, shifting back and forth from enjoying the company of Octavia and Regongar to sitting with the quiet, mysterious tiefling Kaessi.
Their twins had come along nine months later; the first of what came to six. Every birth had stressed out Maegar to the point where he followed her like a little, lost kitten. Then when the child’s cries filled the air, he would immediately come to her side, fawning over her and the little one. Yes, they had many happy years with their children. Reminding him of little moments spent with them brings a smile to his tired face. Eventually he stops responding, eyes closed and chest rising and falling shallowly. She tells him about how much their children will miss him. She asks him to say hello to Cephal for her when he makes his way into Pharasma’s Boneyard. Isanne lays her head against his chest, listening to his fading heartbeat.
It happens in the quiet hours of the night. She awakes with a start, upset at having fallen asleep. Looking over to his face, Isanne realizes he is gone. That the end had come while she slept feels like a rock in her gut. Tenderly, she moves the hair from his face. Then she leans and brings his hands to a rest on his chest. Before leaving to get the cleric for Maegar’s last rites, she whispers close to his ear.
“Thank you for loving me, Maegar. If I could do this all again, I would pick you every time.”
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Professional House Cleaning Service | OCD Cleaners
Our comprehensive services deliver the most trusted and professional results in residential,commercial, and industrial cleaning in San Antonio
If you are looking for house cleaning services in San Antonio, there are many options available.
Some popular cleaning services in San Antonio include:
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These are just a few examples of the many house cleaning services available in San Antonio. It's a good idea to do some research and read reviews to find the best cleaning service for your needs and budget.
some additional information about house cleaning in San Antonio:
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Overall, there are many options for house cleaning in San Antonio, and by considering your needs, budget, and preferences, you can find a cleaning service that meets your needs and keeps your home clean and comfortable.
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Transform Your Home Into a Rental Property
Transforming Your Home into a Rental Property: 10 Essential Costs to Prepare For
If you're planning on turning your primary residence into a rental property, there are several costs you need to consider. From increased home insurance to legal fees and property management costs, there are many expenses that may not have been on your radar. Don't get caught off guard by unexpected costs - read on to learn more about what you can expect when you switch to being a landlord. It's time to start budgeting for the financial realities of renting out your home.
Home Insurance
Your home insurance costs will likely increase when you turn your primary residence into a rental property. This is because you will need additional coverage for things like loss of rent and liability for tenants. Be sure to shop around for the best rates and make sure you have the coverage you need.
Maintenance and Repairs
As a landlord, you are responsible for maintaining the property and making any necessary repairs. This includes everything from fixing a leaking faucet to replacing the roof. Be prepared for unexpected repairs and budget accordingly.
Legal Fees
You may need to hire an attorney to help you draft a lease agreement and handle any legal issues that may arise.
Marketing and Advertising
You will need to advertise your rental property to attract tenants. This may involve placing ads in local newspapers or online and paying for signs and other marketing materials.
Taxes
When you turn your primary residence into a rental property, you may no longer be eligible for a homestead exemption on your property taxes. This means that your property taxes may increase.
Property Management Fees
If you hire a property management company to handle the day-to-day tasks of being a landlord, you will need to budget for their fees. These can vary greatly but expect to pay anywhere from 8-12% of the monthly rent for their services.
Tenant Screening Fees
It is important to carefully screen potential tenants to ensure they are reliable and take good care of your property. This may involve paying for background checks and credit reports.
Cleaning and Staging
Before you begin showing your rental property to potential tenants, you may need some cleaning and staging to make it more appealing. This may involve hiring a professional cleaning company or purchasing new furnishings.
Tenant Move-in and Move-out Costs
When tenants move in or out of your rental property, you may need to pay for things like cleaning, painting, and repairs. Be sure to include these costs in your budget.
Vacancy Costs
It is inevitable that there will be times when your rental property is vacant. Be sure to budget for these periods and have a plan in place to minimize the financial impact.
Conclusion
By keeping these costs in mind and budgeting accordingly, you can be better prepared for the financial responsibilities of being a landlord. Remember to consult a financial advisor or attorney for additional guidance on managing the financial aspects of renting out your primary residence.
Turning your primary residence into a rental can dig deep into your wallet. Leaf Management is here to help finance the costs of turning your primary residence into a rental property. They can provide guidance on budgeting for the various expenses you may encounter as a landlord and help you find the most cost-effective solutions. We work with landlords to develop a financing plan that meets their specific needs and goals. Don't hesitate to contact us.
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Commercial Cleaning Service Charlottesville
When it comes to maintaining a clean and professional environment in your business, having a reliable Commercial Cleaning Service Charlottesville is essential. At Blue Hat Cleaning, we specialize in providing top-notch cleaning services for businesses in Charlottesville, Virginia. Whether you need regular office cleaning, post-construction clean-up, or a one-time deep cleaning, we are your go-to experts for all your commercial cleaning needs.
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Blue Hat Cleaning is a trusted name in the commercial cleaning industry in Charlottesville. With years of experience and a team of skilled professionals, we ensure that your office, retail space, or facility is spotless and inviting for both employees and clients. We focus on providing a customized cleaning plan that meets your specific needs, offering flexibility in terms of timing and services. Whether you're a small business or a large corporation, we cater to all commercial establishments.
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Commercial Cleaning Services in Charlottesville, Virginia
Charlottesville, located in central Virginia , is home to a vibrant community of businesses, educational institutions, and cultural landmarks. As a growing city with a mix of commercial spaces, from office buildings to medical facilities and educational campuses, keeping these spaces clean and sanitized is a top priority.
At Cleaning Home Services Charlottesville, we understand the specific needs of the Charlottesville area and offer a variety of cleaning services that cater to businesses of all types and sizes. Let’s take a closer look at some of the services we provide in Charlottesville and how they benefit your business:
Office Cleaning in Charlottesville
Maintaining a clean office space is essential to fostering a positive work environment. A tidy and sanitized office boosts employee productivity, creates a professional image for your business, and ensures the health and safety of everyone who works or visits your office. At Commercial Cleaning Service Charlottesville, we offer detailed office cleaning services, including vacuuming, dusting, trash removal, and sanitizing high-touch surfaces.
For commercial office cleaning in Virginia , we provide flexible scheduling options to minimize disruptions to your business operations. Whether you need daily, weekly, or monthly cleaning, our team is here to meet your needs.
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Retail spaces in Charlottesville attract a large number of customers, and cleanliness plays a significant role in providing an excellent shopping experience. With our retail cleaning services, we ensure your store is clean, organized, and welcoming to customers. From floor cleaning to restroom sanitization, we handle every aspect of retail cleaning with attention to detail.
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Healthcare facilities require a higher level of cleanliness due to the need for sanitation and infection control. Whether you run a doctor's office, dental clinic, or healthcare center, Blue Hat Cleaning is equipped to meet the specific requirements of healthcare facilities. Our team uses hospital-grade disinfectants and follows strict cleaning protocols to ensure the safety of patients and staff alike.
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FAQs
How often should I schedule commercial cleaning for my office in Charlottesville?
The frequency of cleaning depends on the size of your office and how much foot traffic it receives. Some businesses require daily cleaning, while others may opt for weekly or bi-weekly services. Blue Hat Cleaning will work with you to create a schedule that fits your needs.
What types of cleaning products do you use in Charlottesville?
At Blue Hat Cleaning, we use eco-friendly and non-toxic cleaning products whenever possible. We prioritize the health and safety of your employees, customers, and the environment.
Do you offer emergency cleaning services in Charlottesville?
Yes, we understand that sometimes unexpected cleaning needs arise, whether due to spills, accidents, or other emergencies. Our team can provide emergency cleaning services to restore your business quickly.
Can Blue Hat Cleaning clean healthcare facilities in Charlottesville?
Absolutely! We have extensive experience cleaning healthcare facilities in Charlottesville. Our team follows strict protocols to ensure your facility is sanitized to meet health and safety standards.
How do I get a quote for commercial cleaning in Charlottesville?
To get a customized quote for your cleaning needs, simply contact us through our website or call our team directly. We will assess your requirements and provide an accurate, transparent quote.
Contact Us
Phone: (434) 989-0481 Address: 2423 N Berkshire Dr. Apt. 13, Charlottesville, Virginia 22901
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