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Vinyl Sticker Printing: A Creative and Versatile Medium
Vinyl sticker printing has become a popular and versatile way to express creativity, brand identity, and personal style. From custom designs to professional logos, vinyl stickers offer a unique way to communicate messages and enhance the visual appeal of various surfaces. This blog explores the world of vinyl sticker printing, its benefits, applications, and the process involved in creating these eye-catching decals.
What is Vinyl Sticker Printing?
Vinyl sticker printing involves the use of durable vinyl material to create stickers with vibrant colors and intricate designs. Vinyl is known for its flexibility, weather resistance, and longevity, making it an ideal choice for both indoor and outdoor applications. These stickers are printed using high-quality inks and advanced printing technology to ensure sharp, clear images and text.
Benefits of Vinyl Sticker Printing
Durability: Vinyl stickers are highly durable and can withstand harsh weather conditions, UV exposure, and general wear and tear. This makes them suitable for outdoor use, where other types of stickers might fade or deteriorate.
Versatility: Vinyl stickers can be used on a wide range of surfaces, including glass, metal, plastic, and wood. This versatility allows for creative applications in various settings, from home decor to business promotions.
Customizability: One of the biggest advantages of vinyl sticker printing is the ability to create custom designs. Whether you need a specific shape, size, or color scheme, vinyl stickers can be tailored to meet your exact requirements.
Cost-Effective: Vinyl stickers offer a cost-effective way to promote brands, products, or personal artwork. They are relatively inexpensive to produce, especially in bulk, making them an affordable marketing tool for businesses of all sizes.
Ease of Application and Removal: Vinyl stickers are easy to apply and remove without leaving behind residue or damaging the surface. This makes them an excellent choice for temporary promotions or seasonal decorations.
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Branding and Advertising: Businesses use vinyl stickers to promote their brand, products, and services. These stickers can be applied to vehicles, storefronts, packaging, and promotional materials, helping to increase brand visibility and recognition.
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Signage and Wayfinding: Vinyl stickers are commonly used for creating signs and wayfinding graphics in offices, retail spaces, and public areas. Their durability and clarity make them ideal for displaying important information and guiding visitors.
Event Promotion: Vinyl stickers are a great way to promote events such as concerts, festivals, and trade shows. They can be distributed as giveaways, used in event decor, or applied to promotional materials to create buzz and attract attention.
Art and Design: Artists and designers use vinyl stickers as a medium for their artwork. These stickers can be sold as merchandise, used in installations, or incorporated into mixed-media projects to add depth and texture.
The Vinyl Sticker Printing Process
Design Creation: The first step in vinyl sticker printing is creating the design. This can be done using graphic design software or by working with a professional designer. The design should be high-resolution and formatted correctly to ensure the best print quality.
Material Selection: Next, the appropriate vinyl material is selected based on the intended use of the sticker. Options include glossy, matte, transparent, and specialty finishes such as holographic or metallic.
Printing: Once the design and material are ready, the printing process begins. High-quality printers and inks are used to produce vibrant, detailed stickers. The design is printed onto the vinyl material with precision and clarity.
Cutting: After printing, the stickers are cut into the desired shape and size using cutting machines. This can include standard shapes like circles and rectangles or custom shapes that follow the contours of the design.
Application: The final step is applying the stickers to the chosen surface. This can be done manually or with the help of application tools to ensure a smooth, bubble-free finish.
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Vinyl sticker printing offers a creative and versatile way to enhance visual appeal, promote brands, and express personal style. With its durability, customizability, and wide range of applications, vinyl stickers have become a popular choice for businesses, artists, and individuals alike. Whether you're looking to create eye-catching signage, personalized decor, or promotional materials, vinyl sticker printing provides a cost-effective and impactful solution.
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What is The Magic of 1 Hour Business Cards?
Time is money in today’s fast-paced world, so finding quick and effective solutions is crucial in all facets of business. An idea that has become extremely popular in recent years is “1 Hour Business Cards.” We’ll explore the definition of one-hour business cards, their growing popularity, and their potential advantages for your company in this blog. What are 1 Hour Business Cards? As the name…
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The Methods to Operate NFC Business Card on Android
Using Nfc smart digital business card will enhance your business by making it easy for you to connect to your potential customers. To sum it up we can say the NFC metal business cards are really very much required in today’s digital age. They are supposed to take your business to the next pedestal, their metallic outlook is really elegant which gives it a distinct identity. You can use them to be up to date in your business.
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10 Tips for Starting Pokémon Training as an Adult
It's never too late to become a pokémon trainer. That's what people say. But if you're anything like I was, you probably think that's a load of rubbish.
When I took up the hobby, aged 31 and working 9-to-5, I didn't see how I could ever fit in with - or catch up to - the people who'd been training pokémon since they were kids. It's not easy! But it would've been much easier with the right advice.
So whether you're trying to get back into an old hobby, or you're a total fletchling, here are the ten tips I wish I'd known before getting into pokémon training as an adult.
Look to shelters for the perfect partner pokémon. People make a big deal about growing up alongside a pokémon, but raising one from young takes time, money, and energy that you may not have. Most kid trainers can only manage it because mum and dad take care of the boring stuff (like buying feed, taking them for check-ups, and hosing them down when they run headlong into a bog). Shelters are heaving with rescue pokémon, many of which will have been previously owned by trainers, so they'll be a lot easier for a beginner to work with. On top of that, you'll be giving a pokémon a new home, which is vitally important.
Trainer cards are for you, too! This can seem like an obvious one, but I've met so many adult trainers who never even thought to get a card. Even if you're not planning to take on the League, trainer cards still get you great discounts on goods, Gym entry fees, and (weirdly) some restaurants and tourist attractions. You won't get your card for free the way that most kids can, but the cost is very reasonable.
Make use of night classes. Most Gyms, both official and unofficial offer discounted training sessions from 8pm onwards to capture the older market. They're a great pick if you work full-time and they're generally much quieter than the day sessions. The one downside is that the Gym Leader rarely attends, but the other tutors are usually pretty good - and they'll be less busy than the Leader, so more able to offer personalised advice.
You can take on the Gym Challenge without travelling. If you're busy studying, working, or raising children (or all three, god forbid!), you probably won't have the spare time to trek around the region battling Gym Leaders. However, with a bit of planning, you don't need to. Most Gyms take match bookings up to 6 months in advance, which means you can plan trips well in advance for when you have the time to travel out. Pop-up Gyms are also becoming increasingly common, where Gym Leaders will visit other cities for a few days at a time, run some workshops, and reach out to challengers in the local area. These can be busy and oversubscribed, but they're a potential option if you can't travel far.
Unless you've practiced it, don't throw your pokéballs into battle! Yes, it's what the professionals do, and they look effortlessly cool doing it. But it's not as easy as it appears. If you try it, you will end up hurling your pokéball out of the ring, and you'll have to awkwardly shuffle after it to get it back. There's nothing like that to kill your confidence before a match. Gym tutors can teach you how to throw pokéballs like a pro, but until you've mastered it, stick to just clicking the eject button.
Keep it simple, keep it Silph. If you're new to training, or you've returned to the hobby after a long time away, you'll be dumbfounded by the range of pokéballs on sale in general stores. Take deep breaths and try not to panic. Some of the differences are purely cosmetic, some only matter if you plan to be out catching pokémon, and others are just ways to get money out of you (I promise, you don't need Bluetooth-enabled pokéballs, or ones that claim to measure your pokémon's heart rate and stress levels). When in doubt, stick with Silph's classic long-life pokéballs. They cost a pretty penny, but trust me - their quality, longevity, and ease of use is unmatched.
Spend quality time with your pokémon. If you're completely new to raising pokémon, it's easy to dedicate most of your hours together to training. Remember to take breaks, for both your sakes. Spending time on fun, non-competitive activities will deepen your bond with your pokémon and bring you more in sync with each other. Brush their fur, take them for walks, let them watch you cook. It's okay to keep your pokémon in pokéballs, especially if you've got limited space at home, but experts recommend that they spend no more than 8 hours confined at a time.
If you're a returning trainer, remember that your partner pokémon might not be as keen to resume the hobby as you are. After a few years away, some pokémon lose their zeal for competition entirely. It can be tough to imagine battling alongside other pokémon, especially if you and your buddies go way back, but try to see it as a positive. It's a chance to forge new partnerships and try out new battle styles.
Learn from your fellow trainers, no matter their age. If you're an adult beginner, you'll definitely feel out of place next to all the young'uns taking on the Gym Challenge. Swallow your discomfort and ask them to battle! Kids are always up for a match, and they've got a wild, unselfconscious way of battling that you can learn a lot from. Just be prepared to lose a lot. And try not to gloat too much when you finally win against that annoying kid who wears all his Gym badges on his coat. (There's always one).
Know that you're not alone. It's definitely easier to get into pokémon training as a child, but that doesn't mean it's not worth doing later in life. Lots of successful trainers didn't start their careers until adulthood; Wulfric, from the Kalosian League, only got into battling when his young daughter did. Hassel, of the Paldean Elite Four, has written extensively about the difficulties of returning to dragon taming after spending over a decade in another career. Take inspiration from those who have come before you, and remember that you have as much right to this hobby as anyone.
#pokémon#pokémon headcanons#indepthpokémonheadcanons#pkmn#indepthpkmnheadcanons#indepthpokemonheadcanons#pokemon headcanons#I wanted to write another faux-buzzfeed article#this one goes out to the ageing pokmeon fans (i.e. me)#we can still become trainers! just bc we aren't 10 anymore that doesn't mean pokemon isn't for us#I love how I had the idea that hassel got back into training as an adult#and then I went to his bulbapedia page and found out that's basically canon. bc he went away to pursue a music career#love when canon bends to my headcanons
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BETWEEN YOUR EYES
the jackal x oc
chapter one
WARNING: this fanfiction will contain mature scenes, violence, and coarse language.
word count: 1.6k, a short set-up chapter. enjoy!
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CHAPTER ONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.
Grace McCarron loved the smell of coffee. Especially in the early mornings when the sun hadn’t risen and the streets were still wet with last night’s rain. It irked her though, how people could be so loud at such an early hour. Couldn’t people just be quiet? Talk at a normal volume, it was only the hour of six.
The blonde’s fingers rap against the counter in a steady rhythm. Her expression reads neutral as she watches the customers enjoying their breakfasts, discussing work projects and gossip. It was all so mundane, every word they said was capable of drawing a yawn from her lips. Nobody is interesting this morning.
With a sigh, Grace reaches under the counter for the remote, flicking on the television in the corner. Her head tilts, blue eyes sparkling with intense focus at the headline written across the lower third of the screen.
Manfred Fest assassinated.
Grace’s eyes narrow, something interesting. Her attention is only being drawn away by the sound of a customer waiting to order. A young woman, brunette, she’d be mid-twenties.
‘It’s horrible isn’t it?’ The woman says.
‘I’m on the fence,’ Grace admits. ‘What can I get for you?’
‘A latte, please… You don’t think it’s bad?’
‘That a fascist offended somebody and got himself killed? Not really.’ Grace presses the coffee, clicking it into the machine before foaming the milk. With practised expertise, she fills a takeaway cup with the espresso and milk, creating lines of art on the top.
‘I don’t know much about foreign politics,’ the woman taps her card.
‘Take it from me, be glad he won’t be the new German Chancellor.’
Grace’s attention is brought back to the screen as the customer walks away with her latte. A single sniper shot from a distance of over three kilometres. Impressive. More than. The corners of her lips tilt into a small grin, leaning back onto the counter with crossed arms, she watches the news report.
It had started raining again, like it usually did in London. The sound of tires driving over the slick roads was comforting to Grace. Red brake lights reflected in the puddles by the footpath, headlights and street lamps casting a warm hue despite the darkening sky. She loved the rain, the sound of it pattering against whatever surface. However, it did make it hard to get a decent line of sight. Her lips quirked slightly, a lover of challenge. One blue eye closed, a glint of thrill in the other as it stared through the scope of a personalised sniper rifle.
Sleeping with the blinds open, Grace could never understand it, but it certainly helped her in this case. The target laid across his bed, his thumb scrolling across the screen of his phone. The lights in his apartment were on, everything visible. He was so stupidly vulnerable. She could’ve shot six times over by now, but would there be any fun in that? Her finger taps against the trigger as she recalls the deviance of the sleazy man. The world would be better off without him.
BANG. One shot, one kill.
Grace pulls her head back from the sniper, standing up, she starts to pack down the rifle. Her eyes don’t leave the window of the now-deceased target as she unscrews the barrel, packing it all into a case. She hurries downstairs, unlocking her car and driving off swiftly. Chances are nobody would find him until morning, but it is still safer to get away as quickly as possible.
The internet cafe was practically dead at this hour, a lone stranger or two. It had started to rain outside again, Grace could hear it on the roof, see it on the windows. It was also a Wednesday, unlikely that it would be busy. She plugs a USB into one of the many PCs, accessing Dark Core.
Access Chatroom:
Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$
Password: ************
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ job complete.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___he will not bother you anymore.
FPOxENT779X___thank you.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___yes.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908 one new message.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Big admirers of your work. Have project we think will interest you. Superlative remuneration.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t work for money.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___What do you work for?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___enforcement of consequence.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___There is a man who needs to face consequences.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Can’t talk here.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will you meet in person?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___where?
Grace sits back in her seat, her finger traces her bottom lip as she waits for a response. This was an odd one, but they seem insistent. For them to know of her work, they had to have communication with sources she had helped in the past.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will make a transfer of good will. Location attached.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___tomorrow morning.
Logout.
A sum of $10,000 has been transferred to your account.
A transfer message has been left.
Grace shuts down the computer, taking out the USB, she packs it into her handbag. Her lips quirk as she exits the internet cafe. Something new, something interesting, a potential challenge. This calls for a stop at that delicious dessert bar down the road from her apartment, a nice meringue or maybe some ice cream would do.
For once the sun was out in London, albeit only slightly, but it did still make Grace look less ridiculous for wearing a cap and sunglasses. She notices a woman sitting on the park bench, must be her. Her black coat flutters behind her in the wind as she sits beside the other woman.
‘Who are you?’ Grace asks.
‘Irish?’ The woman responds with a question.
‘And you’re American.’
‘Yes.’
‘Why am I here?’ Grace leans back against the park bench, crossing her legs. ‘What did he do? Was it assault, did he hurt the kids…?’
‘Ulle Dag Charles.’
‘UDC… the River man?’
‘Yes,’ She answers.
‘I don’t see how exposing the rich is a crime,’ Grace grins. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve wasted my time.’
‘If he releases River, it’s not just the rich who fall. All secret networks will be exposed, you’ll be discovered.’ The woman turns to face Grace, trying to get a look at her expression. She quickly realises it’s impossible with the cap and the darkly tinted glasses. ‘You’ll go to prison for a long time.’
‘If that’s the case, hidden networks of paedophiles, rapists… it will all be exposed. You think they’ll go after little old me?’
‘I think even after exposing the rich, they’ll still have the power, and they’ll still be protected.’
‘You’re very insistent,’ Grace observes. ‘Why me?’
‘Because you always get the job done.’
Sighing, Grace looks up at the cloudy sky, the sun peaking out slightly. She sucks in a breath of the fresh park air before responding. ‘This job is a bit harder than the others…’
‘Which is why we’ve hired a second… professional, such as yourself.’
‘First, you ask me to eliminate a man for wanting to expose the rich, and now you tell me I’d have to work with another person?’
There is a silence that passes momentarily between the two women as they stare each other down.
‘River is good for nobody. You will go to prison.’
‘No, I won’t.’ Grace smirks knowingly. ‘Who is the other person?’
‘He is one of the best, alongside yourself.’
‘Who is he?’
‘I don’t know his identity…’ She answers. ‘He took out Fest.’
‘Ah.’ Grace’s lips immediately quick upwards, a grin taking over her expression. She stands up, hands in pockets, she stares down at the woman still sitting. ‘And what do they call you?’
‘Zina.’
‘Zina… I don’t kill innocent men. Give me one good reason to take this job, and not because of River.’
‘...’ The American woman sits there contemplating for a moment, her mind working a million miles an hour. ‘You don’t have to take the shot. We need you to… babysit.’
Grace lets out a loud chuckle, ‘babysit?’
‘It seems our other hire is caught up in a few… troubles after the fest situation. We need you to ensure he gets the job done, and if he fails to, you step in and finish it.’
‘Well… let’s hope he doesn’t fail.’
‘Is that a yes to the job?’ Zina sits up straight.
‘He is aware, I assume?’
‘He will be made aware.’
‘Get me in contact,’ Grace turns around and walks away, her coat once again billowing behind her.
It was another early morning, three days after Grace’s meeting with Zina. She sat behind the counter at the cafe, it was a very quiet morning. A Sunday morning, not many were up and about. She opened her laptop, plugging in her USB.
Access Chatroom:
Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$
Password: ************
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___who are you?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___should i not be asking you?
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i do not need babysitting.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ah.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___the other ‘professional’
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___nice shot.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___refuse the job.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t think i will.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i get bored sometimes.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___then stay out of the way.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i do the job i’m hired for.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___don’t get into trouble, and i won’t have to step in and clean it up.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t need anybody to clean up.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___a little birdy told me otherwise.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i am not the enemy.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t work in teams.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___there is a first time for everything.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m not here to steal your job.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m here to cover your ass so you can get it done.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you said you don’t work in teams, that means you have no connections.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you will fuck up, you will go to jail.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___Munich.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i will send the hotel details.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___see you there.
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MY ONLY LOVE, MY ONLY ONE ✦ LCY
SYNOPSIS ✦ you and anton’s relationship through the years - because maybe not all love has to be young.
“if we’re both still single by the time we’re thirty , let’s get married.”
TAGS ✦ anton x f!reader, one-shot, angst, fluff, non-idol au, yn has mommy issues, slice of life, bffs to lovers, slow-burn
WARNINGS ✦ mentions of drinking at a bar, reader isn't really referred to as y/n or _, just "you" 😭
WC ✦ 4k
PLAYLIST ✦ only by leehi, still into you by paramore, every summertime by niki, toothbrush by dnce, bad by wavetoearth
AUTHOR'S CORNER ✦ was originally meant for heeseung, but i changed it lolz also ik i said i'd post it in a few days but i finished it early and wanted to put it out so i hope u enjoy!
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snobby, proud, self-centered - these were the words that described anton's first impression of you.
he'd just moved to town, tagging along with his parents to the local mall when his mother stopped in her tracks, causing him to nearly walk into her. he looked at her confusedly when she suddenly gasped, and squealed someone's name, before she practically ran up to another woman, who he'd soon find out to be your own mother.
"guys, this is my old friend from college," she'd told him and his dad. "and this is her daughter," she said as she gestured to you.
you'd been few inches taller than him, so he was intimidated by you and immediately got the impression you were looking down on him. (well, you were, literally.)
"why don't you two kids go to the arcade? here, my daughter has a game card," your mother spoke as she ushered you two away whilst the adults went somewhere else to catch up. anton and you awkwardly stood next to each other as the parents left you two alone.
once they were out of sight, you seemed to deflate; the intimidating aura wiped and replaced by a more relaxed and amicable ‘you’. somehow, you felt more human, and he let out his own steady breath when you smiled and held out your hand for him to shake.
“sorry, my mother can be a lot to handle. you play DDR?”
turns out, you were way more fun when your mother wasn’t around.
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holding hands was something you two did often.
your friends would often tease you two about it, but neither you nor anton thought much of it. it was completely platonic, right?
but nonetheless, you two were relentlessly asked if you were dating, even when one or the other was in a relationship with someone else. in fact, your closeness had led to your first and most recent boyfriend breaking up with you.
"can you believe it? everyone knows we're literally just friends," you ranted to anton later that night. "so what if we're close? he himself had his own girl best friend - several in fact!"
anton hummed to let you know he was listening, busy working on an assignment that he'd spent far too long procrastinating.
"i mean, how insecure can he be? is it really that unbelievable for a boy and a girl to have a completely platonic relationship?" you paced around his room, not caring whether or not he was listening. you just needed to get the day's frustrations out - and where better than anton's comfy and personalised room?
something about the hanging leaves, band posters, the warm lamp in the corner lighting up the room, it was your favourite place to hide when your mother would be in another one of her moods.
"i'm never going to date again. ugh."
"you sure about that?" anton half-heartedly asked.
"yes. if i have to sacrifice our friendship to kiss some guy, then no thanks."
anton turned to you with a smile playing at his lips. he didn't take you seriously at all.
"anton..." you whined. this wasn't funny to you.
"sorry, sorry," he said, but you could still hear the laugh in his voice. instead, he took your hands in his apologetically, the warmth a familiar gesture.
"if you never date again, then i won't either."
"anton, you've never dated."
"well, it's like you said. if i have to sacrifice our friendship to kiss some girl, then it's a no for me too."
he stared at you sincerely. you guys knew you both would probably still go on to date other people, but the promise felt real anyway. what with the way he was staring up at you.
"swearing yourself to celibacy for me? how sweet," you relented, sitting down on his bed, your hands still clasped in his.
suddenly, an idea popped into your head.
using your linked hands to pull him closer, his chair rolled over, knocking against your knees.
"anton, let's make a pact: if we're still both single by the time we're thirty, then let's get married."
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graduation came faster than anton expected, and he only realises then that he's known you for five years now.
as expected, you and him had taken lots of photos together (wait, when did he get taller than you?), and eventually your families decided to dine together at some fancy restaurant after the ceremony. it a celebration of the two of you leaving high school, and moving onto the next chapter of your lives: university. something you were particularly stressed about.
"why is applying for uni so hard?? i'm just a girl - just accept me!"
anton could empathise with that sentiment - he'd been an exceptional student, yet his lack of curriculars had ended him up on three waitlists, and with one rejection. not to mention how complicated the process was, what with all the different requirements for every university. honestly, he felt like he'd been lied to by all those people telling him not to worry.
looking over at the parents busy in conversation, he noticed that the both of you had finished your meals already.
"can we go? i'm gonna take her out for a drive," he asked them, gesturing to you.
surprised by the sudden plan, you looked to your parents for approval.
"aren't you going to stay for desserts?" your dad asked.
"i'm sure we'll find something sweet on the way," anton replied simply.
"well, i'm okay with it," your dad agreed, looking at anton's parents who nodded back.
you watched him turn to your mother, a silent argument spoken through their eyes. she reluctantly sighs, a sign of surrender, and you cheered on the inside as anton pulled you away and out of the restaurant.
going for drives was something you and anton always did when either was stressed or upset. windows down and music blared as the sky turned an array of colours, it really felt like the movies in moments like this. you sighed contentedly, head propped up on your elbow as you stared outside. the wind combined with ONLY by LeeHi being the only sounds between you and anton.
"ah, i'm not sure if i can do this whole university thing," you confessed your thoughts. "if applying is already this hard, i can't imagine the real thing."
"it won't be this bad. c'mon, we'll be together, right?" anton's voice replied.
"always."
silence engulfed the two of you again.
"i want to do something crazy. something that'll make her mad."
"yeah? any ideas for this crazy plan of yours?"
"hmm... what about..." you trailed off, thinking for a while.
"what about a month-long trip around europe?"
anton's head snapped to you, eyebrows reaching his hairline.
"seriously? she'll actually lose it."
"not that she already hasn't already done so several times before," you grumbled into your elbow. "besides, i'm always sticking to her stupid rules. i just want to do something 'rebellious' before we get thrown back into classes and assignments and homeworks and blah blah blah..."
a pause. then, “let's do it. where do you want to start?"
"really? you'll do it with me?" you perk up, finally looking at him.
"duh," he rolls his eyes, as if you ever leaving him alone was such an unimaginable thought. "let's figure out those visas first though," he added as an afterthought.
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2 Notifications yn : you free later this week? yn : feels like i haven't seen u in forever
anton sees the notifications later that night, and sighs as he pushes his hair out of his eyes. he takes a quick look at his monthly calendar.
to be truthful, the two of you had been swamped with finals and work this past semester, so you hadn’t been able to hang out as often as you used to.
seeing that the next part of his coursework wasn't due until next saturday, he decided he had just enough time.
anton: what about tmrw? 12pm at café bleu
"i was thinking..." you started. "what if we do another month-long trip this summer? like we did last year.”
anton grunted at the thought.
"honestly, i've stayed up countless nights this sem for this stupid assignment. i wanted to catch up on sleep thus summer.” i don't think i really have the time for another trip.
"oh. that's okay! we're both going back home anyway, so i'll just come over to yours like always."
"sure, if you want to watch me sleep all day."
but the way he said that - it was a clear no. he didn't have the time, not when he was going to spend all summer trying to catch up on missed sleep.
"never mind, then."
the waitress placed your orders in front of you, and the two of you began to eat in terse silence.
looking at him closely, you notice the darkened eyebags, the pale skin, the way he hadn't even bothered to wear a nice outfit. anton had been pretty cold towards you lately, and he felt guilty, but he couldn't help it. stress was a bully everyone was a victim of.
seeing the way your demeanour seemed to shrink, he was hit with a wave of shame and regret, and took hold of your hand.
"hey, remember that show we watched in senior year? it has a prequel movie coming out soon. we should watch it together."
you perked up immediately. "really? when?"
"november, i think."
he frowned when you faltered, but then you said something that completely sent his heart to the ground.
"i can’t. anton, i'm going on a study exchange programme."
19
talking to jake was easy. talking to him was nice.
in the three months since jake arrived from australia, anton and him had quickly become good friends, (although he would never be able to replace you). so of course he's sad that the exchange programme was coming to an end soon, and jake would have to leave for home.
however, that meant you'd be coming back too, and he was far more excited about that. the past three months had felt empty without you, even if you were a bit absent from his life for some time before the programme started.
so anton finds himself at café bleu in the same spot you'd told him about your plans, but this time with jake on the other side.
"we'll stay in touch though, yeah?" jake assured him. "i'll definitely come visit some time, this place is really great."
"i'll be looking forward to it."
"i think you're more looking forward to me leaving though, aye? what with your friend coming back too."
at the mention of you, anton couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face. he really did miss you.
"yeah, she's my rock. always there for me - well, except for these past three months. hopefully you'll get to meet her when you visit."
"i'd love to meet the girl you've been talking about this whole time!"
"you'd get along well," anton nodded, imagining the three of you sharing a slice of cake at this very café. "hey, why don't i call her right now, and you can meet her? although it's just online."
jake nodded eagerly, "why not?"
pulling up his phone, anton quickly swiped to the favourites tab on his contacts app, and called you. after just two rings, you pick up.
"hey! what's up?" your voice greets him, bringing an instant smile to his face.
"nothing much, just wanted to introduce you to jake - he's the student who came in your place as part of the exchange programme," he introduced the guy, turning on his camera.
"oh, hi!" he hears you say after he turns the screen to face the other.
"hi! nice to finally meet you. hope australia treated you well,” jake starts smoothly.
"trust me, it has. everyone so nice and welcoming, i just love it here."
"sounds like you've settled in nicely, i'm almost sorry you'll have to pack up and leave again. but hey, you'll be back home and reunited with this guy, right?" jake laughed.
"well... about that."
anton knew something was up - your voice had that same tone as when you dropped the bomb that was you leaving for the next three months. just before you said your next line, anton felt his heart sink again like it did the first time.
"i've decided to transfer here.
"anton, i'm staying in australia."
22
once again, anton finds himself in a graduation gown. but for the first time, you're not at his side.
looking at the photos his mother took of him on her phone, he couldn't help but feel a little upset by the lack of you next to him. for the past nine years, he's never had much solo photos; you were always with him, sharing these moments.
but this time 'round, he's completely alone, and your friendship has devolved to instagram mutuals, reduced to liking each other's posts and reacting to stories. the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
surprisingly, your mother still came to watch him graduate, even if he was only ever just her friend's son.
"oh, anton. you've grown so much since i first met you."
"thank you, auntie," he says awkwardly.
"you know, i miss the two of you. my daughter's all the way in another country, so i barely see you anymore..." she trails off in thought. in the past few years since you left, she seemed to soften up in your absence, no doubt missing you despite the strained relationship between the two of you when you left.
"oh! have you seen the photos? she just graduated herself last week," she fished for her phone in her bag, and began to swipe through her camera roll to show him.
"i wish i could've been there, but i'm not sure she would've wanted that. she's lucky her dad attended instead."
anton shakes his head. "not true, i'm sure she would've wanted you there."
but he wasn’t sure. have your feelings about your mother changed? or were you still upset with her? he doesn’t know. he hasn’t known much about you in a long time.
"i guess we'll never know, will we?"
swiping through more photos, anton's eye caught onto a few of them, where you were standing particularly close to another guy.
"auntie, who's this?"
"ah, him? why, that's her boyfriend, of course." she then turned to look at him oddly. "hasn't she told you?"
he frowned, and shook his head. he's a little off put by the fact that you didn't bother telling him, but then again. you two haven't exactly been friends in a very long time.
and just like that, memories of a pact resurface in his head. it was never going to come true, wasn't it? but if you ended up marrying this guy, anton could never bring himself to watch.
the sound of his friends' voices brought him back to reality. "hey, anton! come over here-" and he forced himself to shake off the thoughts, joining the group instead.
24
anton had been learning to live life without you for the past four or five years now. he had a new friend group, a nice job in the city, his own apartment, all without his best friend. it was hard to unlearn all the mannerisms he didn't even realise he had for you, not until he would get home from the grocery and realise he bought two boxes of sushi like you used to share, or when he'd almost bought a second, folding mattress for when you'd come over for a sleepover, or even just holding an extra hair tie or two on his wrist in case you needed one.
and that was all in the past now, he's finally began to move on from mourning the loss of your friendship. he only thinks about you once in a blue moon, and his life feels like it's no longer on pause.
but you were always cruel to him.
"wait, what?"
right when he'd begun to move on, you came back.
anton stared at you in shock; when he heard the doorbell ring that day, he'd never have expected you to be on the other side. an intelligent 'wait, what?' was all he could muster when he finally registered just what, or who he was seeing.
"hi," you say in that familiar voice of yours. and you almost sound out of breath, although its clear you hadn't run there.
he finally lets you in after a moment, and you explain how you're moving back, and starting at a local company. you tell him about life back in australia, the friends and experiences you made. you tell him about the past five years of your life as if it was just any normal day after high school.
as if you hadn't just completely left him on his own, his other half gone with you.
although the conversation is stilted and awkward, and theres a gap between you that feels wider than the distance between australia and home, anton's still glad to see you. it almost feels unreal, and he wouldn't believe any of this was real if he couldn't feel your weight pushing down on the sofa, or the very essence of you in his living room.
you and anton agree to get coffee some time after you've settled back in, and he asks if you need any help.
"yes, please! its like i brought my whole life from australia back with me, what with all the boxes i need to unpack."
and so, leaning against the door frame, anton watches you walk away again, catching himself wondering if it would be the last time he'd see you again in a while. he had to keep reminding himself that you were back for good.
"oh, and me and my boyfriend broke up."
anton sucks in a breath, and slips his hands in his pocket to hide the shaking. he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel - angry? relieved? sorry? anton hasn't known how to feel in years.
"just wanted you to know," you spoke into the air, after you received no response from him.
so with an awkward wave, you leave him once again, with a promise to see each other soon.
27
"happy birthday!" people greet as they enter the bar, giving anton a quick hug.
"thank you," he smiles back. "wow, twenty-seven. i feel so old."
"twenty-seven isn't that old," you tell him, hugging him from behind as a surprise. he chuckles and holds onto your arms clasped around his middle for a bit before letting you go sit across him.
"think about it, we've been friends for longer than we haven't!"
"including those four or five years we barely spoke?" you raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip from your glass.
"shh, what years? we've always been as thick as thieves," anton grins, pinching your cheek.
after you moved back, it didn't take that long to rekindle your previous relationship. somehow, you two picked up right where you left off, like there was never a period in your friendship filled with almost radio silence.
"you two," eunseok sighed with an exasperated but fond tone. "if i didn't know you guys were 'just friends', i would've thought you were dating."
"or married!" sohee shouts from somewhere.
you roll your eyes at your friends and coworkers, the guests. dating allegation were nothing new in your relationship, having suffered from them for over ten years now.
"we have been friends for a while now, huh? fourteen years is pretty crazy."
"i honestly can't remember a time when i didn't know you," anton agrees.
"being 'friends' for longer than you haven't is quite the achievement," wonbin remarks with a knowing look. "personally, i don't have toothbrushes and extra clothes at my house for my friends though."
all this talk of friends and friendship was making your head hurt.
"anton, remember the pact we made at sixteen?"
anton looked at you sharply, knowing exactly what you were referring to, but asking anyway. "no. remind me again?"
with a scoff and a smile, you said, without regard to the fact that everyone was half-listening, "when we promised we'd marry each other by thirty if we were both still single?"
clinks of glass and utensils falling around the two of you, your friends were suddenly more invested in the conversation, not even trying to hide their curiosity.
"you really want to talk about this right now? in front of everyone?" anton murmured, voice low enough just for you to hear.
you stared at him, and then continued.
"well, looks like there's three years left to our promise. three years left to run away from me." that pulled out some laughs.
anton just stared at you with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
"well, i haven't run away for these last eleven years since, have i?"
whoops and cheers filled the bar; you yourself were surprised with anton's boldness and honesty. you always did wonder why he barely ever dated, only ever having a few flings here and there.
suddenly, you felt a little flustered by his bold declaration, and the implication that he'll wait out the remaining years.
"i..."
suddenly, anton's face morphed into a smirk as he took another sip from his own glass, eyes still on you.
"what's another three years?"
30
"ah, my mom keeps asking when i'm going to settle down," you whine to anton, sitting in his living room as you two share a late midnight snack.
something about it all feels nostalgic, whining and complaining about your mom to him, sitting in his comfy room (or this time, his apartment), with a vinyl record playing in the background. this is home, you decided.
what you don't tell him is that your mom had been more specific with her words.
(when are you and anton going to get married and settle down?? i want grandkids, you know!)
anton laughs lightly, feeding you another sushi. the whole atmosphere was quite domestic, and you wished you could spend the rest of your life like this; with him.
"some things never change, do they?" he remarks with a fond smile. and your heart melts a little.
(hopefully soon, mama.)
"isn't sushi a little heavy for a midnight snack?"
"well, it's not just any midnight, isn't it?" anton asks.
and he's right. it's actually a special one - the night before your birthday.
looking at the clock, you see that it's almost twelve, and you find yourself thinking back on the past twenty-nine years. anton's in most of the memories, something you weren't particularly bothered about. when you two spent that day at the arcade together, something about it all just felt right.
you've always loved change, always wanted more experiences. but one thing you wanted to stay the same forever, was anton being by your side. when you'd gone to australia, it was a slow realisation that some part of you was missing. only when you reunited with anton did you realise why that was.
the soft beeping noise of a clock brought you back from your thoughts, signalling that it was finally twelve o'clock. that you were finally thirty. hearing shuffling behind you, you turn to look at anton for the annual hug and cheer that made your whole birthday.
but instead, you watched in shock as anton sunk onto one knee, and pulled out a box.
"don't look so surprised, now," he chuckles awkwardly. "this was a long time coming."
"i know... i just. i didn't expect you'd do it as soon as i turned thirty," you laughed. "looks like someone couldn't wait any longer."
"can you blame a man who waited fourteen years?"
you shook your head before anton called our your name, even though he already had your full attention.
"my only love, i don't have to hide my feelings anymore. i love you."
with a deep breath, filled with years and years of longing, he finally asked.
"will you marry me?"
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Manners (Part 2, Final)
Viscount Joshua Hong is by far the most eligible bachelor in London. Rich, handsome, and renowned for his excellent manners and refined tastes. Young woman would kill for the chance to be the Viscount's chosen bride. But nobody can quite determine which of the young ladies he prefers, and you are beginning to have your doubts. Is the Viscount really as gentlemanly as the ton seems to think?
Genre: Joshua Hong x Female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are a sibling to all the Lees (Woozi, DK, Dino) so your last name is Lee but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.
Word Count: 5.2k+
Part 1
Series Masterlist [I would highly recommend reading the earlier stories in this series, Patience, and Candle, before this one but it's not strictly necessary.]
You had never been formally courted before, and therefore had no inkling of what to expect from your new courtship with Viscount Hong. Indeed, you had scarcely even processed the events of the night before. The entire evening- right from Viscount Hongs' unannounced arrival up until his proposal of marriage- felt rather like an intense fever dream.
You were awoken from a fitful sleep early that morning by your maid.
“Miss- oh miss, you must awaken, there has been a delivery for you!” she cried frantically.
You sat up in bed and rubbed your tired eyes. Lily and Nessie ran into your room in their nightgowns, giggling as they climbed up onto the bedcovers. They were followed by two maids struggling to carry an enormous basket of arranged pink and red roses between them. They placed the assortment precariously on your bedside table.
“What is this?” you asked, confused.
“A delivery for you miss- there is a card as well.”
The maid handed you the card and your sisters climbed up behind you eagerly to peek at it.
“Read it aloud!” Lily ordered, and you had no choice but to take the card into your hands and read out the message written in Viscount Hong’s neat and careful handwriting.
Miss Lee,
I thought perhaps some flowers would brighten your morning- I hope the events of last night have not caused you too much distress. I did fear that writing to you would be too forward but then again, I believe we can agree that the mistake I have made so far is failing to be forward enough.
May I persuade you to join me for a ride in the park this evening? If you are concerned about the lack of a chaperone, you may bring Chan- I will ensure an extra horse is available for him.
Yours,
Joshua
Lily and Nessie squealed in delight and even the maids were biting back their smiles. Sending flowers and a personalised invitation was a bold and romantic gesture indeed; you could not help the fluttering that arose in your heart.
It appeared that Viscount Hong meant business.
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“I did suspect that Joshua might harbour some affection for you,” Jihoon admitted over breakfast. Your father was eating in his study, leaving you and your siblings to speak freely about the previous night's events in the dining room. “He always asks after you whenever he sees me or Seokmin.”
Seokmin agreed, mouth full of scrambled eggs. “He does ask about you often, now that I think of it, but I thought he was only being polite. The Viscount is always so well-mannered.”
You frowned at your brother. “Unlike you, Seokmin. Please swallow your food before you speak.”
“It’s only us siblings here,” Seokmin protested.
“You should be setting a better example as a gentleman for Chan.”
Chan scoffed before sipping at his tea. “Please don’t insult me, sister. I know better than to emulate anything Seokmin does.”
They began to argue and you did not have the energy or inclination to interrupt them. The gravity of your situation was slowly beginning to set in. You still harboured a certain girlish pleasure at the thought of Viscount Hong being in love with you- but you were also forced to begin thinking about what this proposal from a nobleman so superior in station to you would mean for you and your family.
Jihoon noticed your expression.
“Are you all right, sister?” he asked gently as Seokmin and Chan continued to argue.
You turned to your elder brother with a hesitant smile. Jihoon was certainly the most mature of your siblings, and you trusted him implicitly.
"Do you think it will be alright? The entire ton has been watching to see whom the Viscount will marry. I cannot even begin to think of how many young ladies must have their sights set on him. The thought of the gossip alone…"
Jihoon smiled kindly. "I did not think you were the sort of woman to be easily disturbed by gossip, sister."
"I-I am not, but you must admit that people will talk about it and you know that everyone holds him in exceedingly high regard while I am…" you bit your lip and looked at your brother, hoping he would understand your fears.
Jihoon sighed and nodded. "I won't lie. It is an unexpected proposal and will certainly generate some surprise among the ton."
"What should I do?"
"I am sure word has not spread just yet. You should speak to Joshua about your fears."
You sighed and nodded. Perhaps you should.
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It was a warm and pleasant afternoon; perfect for a ride in the park. Unfortunately, this meant that many other members of the ton had made similar plans. You were uncomfortably aware of the curious stares of some young ladies who passed by you on the walking trail.
The Viscount was already waiting for you and Chan with the horses, but you had to stand aside and wait for a few moments as Chan monopolised the Viscount's attention. Once your younger brother's questions had been answered and he had taken his pick of the horses, the Viscount carefully took the reins of the horse you would ride and turned to you with a smile.
"May I help you up, Miss Lee?"
Joshua stepped closer to you when you nodded. You tried not to show how flustered you felt when he gently took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, giving you the boost you needed to push yourself up onto the horse and seat yourself side-saddle.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked with a caring smile.
"Uh-yes, yes thank you very much," you replied.
The Viscount and Chan each mounted their own horses. The three of you began a slow-paced ride around the park, but Chan could not resist pushing the purebred horse for a little more speed.
"Chan! Don't go far, stay within sight!" you called after your brother as he went further ahead. Your brother merely lifted a hand to signal that he'd heard you.
The Viscount brought his horse up to trot gently alongside yours. He was a skilled rider.
"I… I received the flowers you sent me this morning," you began awkwardly in an attempt to make some conversation with Joshua. "Thank you. They were beautiful."
He nodded. "I am glad you liked them."
"I did. Very much."
"Have I made you uncomfortable, Miss Lee?" Joshua asked suddenly. He had a worried smile on his face.
"N-no, why would you think so?"
"You seem to be avoiding my eyes."
You cleared your throat. Why did Joshua have to notice? It was true. You couldn't look at him, and not only because he was extremely handsome and his kind eyes caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You were simply too aware of the people watching you- there was a group of young ladies near the trees that gaped at you openly, and another pair of gentlemen who had been casting glances at you since Viscount Hong had helped you up onto your horse.
"It… it is nothing," you said quickly.
Joshua sighed. "Miss Lee. Please. The intention behind this courtship is to make you more comfortable with me and to trust me. If there is anything that troubles you-"
"There are too many eyes on us," you blurted out.
Joshua was silent for a long moment.
"I see. I've made another mistake," he said quietly.
You turned to him with wide eyes. "No, not at all-"
"I have. It was quite foolish of me to ask you to come here with just your brother and no proper chaperone- and our courtship is not yet common knowledge to the ton. I failed to take your feelings into consideration, and-"
You felt miserable and rushed to correct him. "Viscount Hong, please, I never meant to suggest that you were responsible for this-"
"But I am responsible."
You shook your head and began to explain that it wasn't his fault, that it was your own insecurities and fears that were making you uncomfortable. But Joshua had already set his lips in a straight line and spurred his horse forward to catch up with Chan, leaving you behind.
This was not a good start.
Not at all.
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The ride at the park ended earlier than it should have; Chan was vocally disappointed but you were too mortified by the entire incident to object and Joshua was firm in sending you home safely escorted by his servants.
Still; the damage was done.
Word of your potential courtship with Joshua Hong had spread among the ton and you were faced with the full extent of the situation not three days later, at the ball hosted by the Hessingtons.
Joshua had sent you flowers every single morning leading up to the ball, and had even written to apologise for his thoughtless invitation to ride in the park. He requested you to reserve him a dance at the Hessingtons' ball.
You had, of course, accepted.
The reality that this would be the first, formal social event where almost every single person in the room would have their eyes on you was clear from the moment you made your entrance with Jihoon and Seokmin.
You had become accustomed to blending into the background at balls- Seokmin was lively and charming, hence rarely had trouble obtaining his desired female dance partners. Jihoon was more reserved when it came to women and dancing. But he had many friends among the ton and was often in the company of other gentlemen engaging in conversations about business. You had always been content to sit at the sidelines, accepting the offer of a dance when you received one and mingling with other ladies when they approached you.
But a lady being courted by Viscount Joshua Hong did not have the luxury of being ignored by the ton.
“Miss Lee!” cried one of the more obnoxious gossip-mongers, Mrs. Patty, as soon as she found you alone at a bench. “You must come and dispel these strange rumours about you. Is it true that you are being courted by our lovely Viscount Hong?”
You hesitated. “Erm…”
“Ha!” Mrs. Patty cried triumphantly, turning to her companions. She understood your hesitation to be a confirmation of her beliefs. “I knew there was no chance that little Miss Lee could capture our Viscount. I have been quite observant of his attention to the Duchess of Graham of late and I believe it is only a matter of time until they announce their engagement.”
One of the other ladies tutted with disapproval. “But then Miss Lee must explain how she came to be riding in the park with Viscount Hong!”
Your response was interrupted by the sound of a strong female voice behind you.
“Miss Lee is not required to explain anything,” a young lady said sharply as she took your arm. You recognised her immediately, despite never having conversed with her before.
This was Miss Hong. Viscount Hong’s infamous younger sister.
"Miss Hong-" you began to greet her.
"Come, Miss Lee. I have saved a seat for you near the refreshment tables, and you must sit with me until the dancing begins," Miss Hong said simply.
You allowed her to lead you away from the gossip-mongers.
You knew what everyone in London society said about Miss Hong. She was praised for being the most skilled pianoforte player among the ton, and it was well established that there was no young lady who could rival the musical talents of the Viscount's sister.
But Miss Hong also had a reputation for being excessively fashionable, vain, and quick-tempered. While her status and wealth prevented anyone from saying so to her face, Miss Hong did not enjoy the same universal approval of society that her older brother did.
"Miss Hong," you said gently. "Thank you for interrupting on my behalf. I really did not know how to answer their questions."
She brushed off your gratitude. "You need not bother about Mrs. Patty. That odious woman has been trying to make my life miserable since I was a child. I am not surprised she attempted to sink her claws into you."
You smiled awkwardly. "I see."
"I have been looking forward to meeting this elusive Miss Lee that seems to have the power to make my brother miserable," she said. You were shocked by her words, but when you turned to look at her, she was giggling.
"I-I am so sorry, I really have no intention of upsetting the Viscount," you tried to explain.
"Oh Miss Lee, you are such a sweetheart!" Miss Hong said with a carefree laugh. "I meant that my normally suave brother makes the most foolish mistakes around you and then renders himself miserable afterwards. You needn't apologise to me, I find the whole affair quite entertaining."
You relaxed a little. You had been anxious about how Viscount Hong's family would react to your courtship but, judging from Miss Hong's behaviour, she at least did not openly disapprove of you.
"I warned Joshua he was being hasty about the proposal and that he should have someone speak to you first to assess your reaction," Miss Hong continued as she gestured for you to join her on the bench. "But he said it was not appropriate and that naturally he had to seek your father's permission before speaking to you."
You nodded. "I see…"
Miss Hong gave you a sympathetic smile. "My brother is kind but he is still a man. Society is more forgiving towards his type. He does not understand the fears and pressures that we face as young ladies."
You felt the need to defend your Viscount.
"He has certainly been very thoughtful and considerate towards me-"
Miss Hong laughed. "Has he? Or perhaps you are blinded by your love for him."
"But the entire ton agrees that the Viscount has the most excellent manners, and-"
"Oh," Miss Hong said scornfully. "The ton. Miss Lee, I am sorry to say that if you intend to marry my brother, you must learn to take the opinions of the ton with a pinch of salt. Being a Viscountess is not an easy job. And it is certainly not one for a weak or feeble-minded woman."
Her words struck you like a blow to the face.
A Viscountess. You would be a Viscountess if you were to marry Joshua. It suddenly occurred to you how much power and authority came from a title like that, and the strength and poise with which women carrying such coveted titles conducted themselves.
You had certainly never seen a Viscountess who stumbled over her words in front of gossiping old women.
Miss Hong noticed your sudden silence.
"I apologise if I have offended you, Miss Lee," she said quickly. "It was not my intention to call you weak or feeble-minded. I am sure you are neither. But if I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, purely coming from my goodwill as your potential future sister-in-law…"
You nodded at her. You did not know if Miss Hong was as vain or quick-tempered as the ton claimed. But in this confusing reality, she was the only person willing to tell you the truth.
"Please do," you said.
"You should use this courtship wisely. Not only to consider whether you wish to marry my brother… but also whether you wish to become a Viscountess. If you choose to marry Joshua, you should carry his title as a matter of pride, not as a burden. That is the only way you can be happy together."
Oh.
You took a deep breath as you considered her words and then turned to Miss Hong, clasping her hand in yours.
"Thank you," you told her quietly. "For your honesty."
She smiled- a sudden, genuine smile that was rare for the fashionable young debutante.
"Thank you for not being offended by it," Miss Hong replied. "Now, I regret to inform you that the dancing has begun and my brother approaches to claim your company for the first dance."
You nodded before turning to see that Joshua had indeed appeared from the crowd with his usual handsome smile.
"Miss Lee," the Viscount greeted you warmly, offering you his hand. He raised an eyebrow at his sister. "I hope my sister has not been troubling you."
"Not at all!" you said quickly. "She has been very kind."
Miss Hong stood and smiled as she smoothed down the front of her fashionably decorated ball-gown. "Excuse me- I have promised this dance to Mr. Hessington," she said lightly before disappearing into the crowd.
The Viscount turned to you.
"And I believe you have promised this dance to me," he reminded you with a smile.
"So I have."
You allowed Joshua to lead you out onto the floor for a pleasant waltz. The dance was not very demanding- and it allowed you both the chance to have a much-needed conversation.
"I do hope my sister did not trouble you," Joshua said slowly. "She is known to be rather…"
"Honest?" you asked.
"I was going to say impudent," he replied with a chuckle. "Although I dare say she usually means well."
"No, not at all. She helped me put things in perspective. I will admit that everything about our courtship is… new to me. I cannot help but have some fears and concerns about it all, and… I… I do not want you to think that I am ungrateful for the flowers and letters because I really am not, you have been very thoughtful and kind, I-I only…"
You were beginning to stumble over your words and your cheeks turned hot. Joshua's hand squeezed your gloved one reassuringly.
"Tell me," he pressed you softly. "I would like nothing more than to hear your feelings."
"I wish we could have a conversation," you admitted slowly. "Only the two of us. Without- without any interruptions or eavesdropping chaperones so that-that we could have an honest discussion about the future and what this really means for each of us."
Joshua's expression was gentle.
"Of course, Miss Lee. I agree entirely. I think we have stumbled blindly through this courtship without understanding each other. An open discussion would certainly help."
You nodded. "Well, yes. Open but…" you cleared your throat and glanced around you anxiously. "Well. Discreet, if you understand my meaning. Since we are not officially engaged."
He chuckled.
"Of course. I understand perfectly. Would you do me the honour of coming to the assembly rooms on Thursday evening? I believe I can arrange for our… discreet discussion there."
You smiled and nodded.
"Yes. Yes, that sounds wonderful."
"Excellent."
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Viscount Hong was a man of his word.
You arrived at the assembly rooms on Thursday; Seokmin had been glad to accompany you as he had a bet to settle at the card tables with Mr. Yoon Jeonghan.
Upon your arrival, the Viscount offered you his arm and requested your company for a walk around the gardens. You accepted- after all, you were now openly courting him, what harm could a walk about the gardens do? To your surprise, Joshua led you towards a thick copse of trees at the end of the path that provided complete cover and privacy from the rest of the gardens and the assembly rooms.
"Shall we speak here?" Viscount Hong asked you.
You nodded hesitantly. "Yes- I am shocked that you discovered this, it is such a private little corner."
Joshua looked slightly embarrassed. "The spot was recommended to me by Mr. Kim Mingyu. He is rather more… experienced than I am when it comes to finding ways to do things that society may not approve of."
You giggled. "You mean he is a rake."
"He admits it quite openly," Joshua agreed.
"And we will not be interrupted- nobody will accidentally stumble upon us here?" you asked nervously.
"It is unlikely. In any case, I have asked Mr. Kim to watch over the garden path from the balcony. If anyone begins to walk in this direction, he will send us a warning," Joshua replied.
You were flattered that Joshua would go to so much effort to indulge your simple request for a private conversation.
"Thank you," you told him honestly.
"It is the least I could do, Miss Lee. I understand that I have thrown quite a wrench in your life this past week. You have me quite flustered- I seem to repeatedly make poor judgements in your regard, and I will strive to remedy that."
You looked up to see the genuine regret in his eyes. It was still so strange to you that the Viscount should care so much about you and you could not help but feel a warmth towards him.
"Viscount Hong, please do not say so. You have not made any mistakes, really."
Joshua reached his hands out hesitantly towards yours. You realised that he was seeking permission to hold your hands- and you offered them to him freely.
His warm hands clasped yours.
"May I go first?" he asked.
You nodded.
"You asked me the other night why I wanted to marry you," Joshua began. He spoke slowly- as though every word was being carefully considered. "I will admit I was not prepared for that question, and I did a poor job of answering it. Will you allow me to answer it again?"
"Of course."
"Over the last year, ever since it became clear that the time had come for me to marry- I have met and considered many young women of my acquaintance. They all have their charms, of course, but I found that only your charms made a consistent and lasting impact on me."
You looked at him with surprise.
"My charms? I must insist you tell me what these are, Viscount Hong, since I am entirely unaware of them," you laughed as your cheeks slowly turned hot.
Joshua chuckled. "I would be glad to elaborate. I know your brothers well, Miss Lee, and I am familiar with the difficulties that your family has faced. I have watched you bear them with quiet dignity. You have a strength and maturity that is rare among young women of your age- indeed, rare for any person at all. Even in the face of my hasty proposal, you had the presence of mind to stop me and question me. You are kind and generous; but not a woman who is easily swayed. That is what makes me confident that you would be a perfect choice for a life partner, and makes me want more than anything in the world to be your husband."
Your heart swelled. It was strange; you had expected some vague words from him about love and admiration- something along the lines of what you read in novels.
But Joshua's answer gave you more confidence than any declaration of love could have.
You now understood that his proposal, as sudden as it may have seemed to you, was not a rash or hasty decision on his part. Joshua had watched you, considered you, understood you… and still chosen you.
"I… don't know if I deserve such praise," you told him softly. "I have not behaved very maturely this past week."
"What makes you say that?" he asked gently.
"I have been selfish. My fears and insecurities got the better of me, and I worried about the gossip that our courtship would create and what people would think. How they would react to you proposing to someone like me."
Joshua shook his head. "Those are reasonable fears. And I have not done a very good job of protecting you from the ton's speculations."
You took a deep breath and looked up at him.
"You do not need to protect me."
Joshua looked startled. "Miss Lee…"
"I have had time to think about what I want from our courtship, and what I can offer. Entering into this with the expectation that I should be protected from the hardships involved is foolish. If we are to be married, then I will be a Viscountess. I cannot live my life fearing the opinions of the ton."
Joshua smiled. Your face had taken on a determined expression. It was the first time since the night of his proposal that you looked like yourself again- without that fear and anxiety looming behind your eyes.
"You have nothing to fear from the ton," he assured you. "I will always be with you."
"Your sister said something to me that struck me deeply," you told him. "She said that if I was to become a Viscountess, then I should carry the title as a matter of pride and not as a burden."
Joshua sighed. "My sister has a strange relationship with pride."
"Perhaps so, but I think there is some truth in what she said," you replied. "It boils down to this… I would be proud to call myself your wife. And as long as you would be proud to call yourself my husband, then I do not think that there is anything society can do to ruin our happiness."
Joshua's eyes twinkled. His grip on your hands pulled you closer to him- you were mere inches away from him now and you could not tear your eyes away from his.
"Dangerous words, Miss Lee," he warned.
"Oh?"
"You are only making me fall more in love with you."
Your cheeks turned hot but you smiled up at him. "And you are treading dangerous waters, Viscount Hong. We are alone here, without a chaperone. I thought you were a gentleman?"
Joshua nodded. His eyes briefly flickered down to your lips. "I am. Will you allow me to kiss you?"
You flushed. "We are not even engaged…"
"I will stop if you ask me to."
"... Do not stop."
Joshua's right arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your hands naturally placed themselves on his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
It was a delicate kiss; one filled with passion and longing. Joshua was careful with you. One of his hands cupped your cheek as he pulled away slightly. He pressed his forehead to yours and gave you a small smile.
"Have I made another mistake?" he asked breathlessly.
You felt light-headed from the kiss but you managed to look up at him with a small pout.
"You know perfectly well that you have not," you scolded him.
"I had to check- my judgement always fails me around you. You cloud my senses," Joshua whispered. "You are the only woman that can make me doubt my own actions."
You looked up at the handsome man in front of you with adoration.
"I would never want you to doubt yourself," you told him firmly.
"Then shall I kiss you again?"
"Please."
Joshua kissed you again- and again, and again, until you were both entangled in a mess of lips and tongues and limbs, allowing your bodies to express the adoration that words could not satisfy. In your heated whispers between soft, sensuous kisses, Viscount Hong became Joshua, and Joshua became my love.
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The passionate courtship that ensued had the ton in an uproar.
It was all over the gossip sheets, and on the lips of every member of the ton: Miss Lee had cast a spell on Viscount Joshua Hong and he was absolutely smitten with her.
Joshua made no effort to abate the gossip. Instead, flowers and letters arrived at your doorstep every single morning. Some days he would send you presents; pretty little hand mirrors, ribbons, satin gloves…. always accompanied by love notes stating how they made him think of you. (He even once sent you a set of silk garters that was almost opened by Nessie. You scolded him thoroughly and his gifts remained family-appropriate thereafter).
Joshua danced with you-and only you- at every ball. It caused an immense displeasure among the ladies of the ton and Mrs. Patty even saw fit to complain to you on one occasion.
"How unfortunate that Viscount Hong will not look at the Duchess anymore," Mrs. Patty bemoaned openly to you. "She would have suited him so well- so rich and with her own title."
"Yes," you said to the older woman calmly. "It is unfortunate indeed that Viscount Hong has no need to marry for riches or titles. He shall have to settle with marrying for love, instead."
Mrs. Patty gave you a sharp look but you heard no more from her on the subject.
The whispers were not all pleasant, naturally. Many gossiped about how Viscount Hong was clearly marrying down, how your dowry and station and beauty were so far beneath his. It was painful when these whispers reached your ears- but it was a pain that you would gladly bear for the privilege of being with Joshua. To his credit, Joshua swiftly and politely silenced anything that reached his ears.
The weeks flew by; and on the 30th day from his initial hasty proposal, Viscount Joshua Hong appeared once more on your doorstep just before suppertime. (This time with notice- Dotty had been able to prepare her venison pie.)
"My father is away on business," you informed Joshua as you led him to the dining room where your siblings were all waiting for supper to be served. "So I am afraid that you will not be able to ask for his permission to propose to me again."
"How unfortunate," Joshua said with a chuckle as Lily ran up to him and greeted him with a hug. He lifted her into his arms easily and set her down in her seat at the table. "It would be very inappropriate to propose to you without permission- but whose permission shall I seek?"
Chan piped up. "You could ask Jihoon."
Jihoon looked up from his plate with a raised eyebrow. "I would not dare to assume such a monumental responsibility. You will have to seek permission elsewhere."
"Seokmin?" Joshua asked.
Seokmin shrugged. "Ask me again after supper. I am too hungry to grant any permissions at the moment."
Joshua chuckled. "Chan?"
Chan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I could be persuaded… for the price of an Arabian horse, perhaps?"
"Absolutely not," you said firmly.
Joshua settled down into his seat and turned to your little sister Lily, who was looking up at him with a big smile and a gap in her teeth.
"What shall I do, Lily?" Joshua asked her with a mock sigh. "I had hoped to propose to your elder sister tonight, but your father is not in town and none of your brothers will grant me permission."
Lily frowned. "Why do you need permission?"
"It is good manners to seek the permission of a woman's loved ones before making an offer to her."
"Then I shall grant you permission, Viscount Hong! You may marry my sister."
You couldn't hold back your laugh; Nessie giggled and the corner of even Jihoon's lips curved upwards. Joshua gracefully accepted her permission and then turned to you with his usual handsome, charming smile.
"Well, Miss Lee; what say you? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Joshua asked you with a chuckle. Lily looked up at you expectantly with big eyes.
You smiled back at Joshua.
"Well, since Lily has granted her permission…"
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, Viscount Hong. I would be honoured to become your wife."
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Jenny Watson: "We can do it, so let's do it." Jenny outlines her plan for a female-only, lesbian space.
For my lesbian, bisexual women, and radfem Followers. Via Graham Linehan's Substack.
For many decades, London was considered the global capital for lesbian nightlife. But you’d never know it if you visited the UK today. It’s not for a lack of British lesbian culture: I’m a lesbian, I’m involved in our country’s lesbian social scene, and I can assure you, it’s alive and well. What we lack at the moment are our own dedicated spaces. I think the UK needs once more to have lesbian-run, female-only community spaces.
I’ve got an idea about how to make one such space a reality. And I believe I'm in a position to make it happen.
Over the past seven years, I've had the privilege of organising a range of lesbian social events in London. Throughout this time, I've made many connections in our community, gained an increasing understanding of our needs, and created social spaces that I hope go some way to meeting them.
And in those seven years working to coordinate part of the the UK’s lesbian social scene, I’ve come to see how badly we need a dedicated, strictly female-only event space — now more than ever.
Men have been encroaching on the lesbian community, and the problem is only getting worse. There’s been a sense of inevitability, that this is just something we have to learn to live with.
But I’ve had it.
In June, I skipped London’s official Pride festivities and instead visited an alternative, independent event at the Hampstead Ponds. It was a female-only picnic. Hundreds of women of all ages were gathered, from their teens to their eighties. And the sublime joy that I felt that day led me to a eureka moment:
We need this. We deserve this. This is our right. As lesbians and bisexual women, we have a right to social spaces that are entirely our own.
So, earlier this year, I decided to implement a women-only policy at my events. Although this sparked controversy, we ultimately received recognition from the UK’s largest pub operator that it is legitimate to hold women-only lesbian events - a real victory!
And then it suddenly dawned on me: we need more and not only do we need this, I can do this. I feel I have a good sense of the UK market for lesbian social events. So I crunched some numbers and developed a business proposal. I gauged interest and studied feasibility. And I’m excited to tell you: I believe this can work.
My plan involves establishing a private members’ club and securing a prime physical space in London. By day, this space will operate as a versatile hybrid workspace, becoming a venue hosting various social events in the evenings and weekends. Alongside these, we'll provide online events, and collaborate with service providers for health and wellness advice, fitness guidance, group trips, and more. Revenue will come from the events, partnerships, as well as from membership dues.
To the lesbian and bisexual women reading this: you’re welcome to get in touch with me if you’d like to learn more. There's an opportunity to invest if you’re interested, too. I’ve got a pitch deck I would be happy to show you and a fully fleshed-out, 50-page business plan. And I’m happy to report that there are already investors who have given the thumbs up.
Following my announcement and inspired by the community's heartwarming response, I decided to introduce an early-bird membership programme. This includes a personalised QR-coded membership card for exclusive updates and access to a members’ discussion space. Joining early also signifies your part in accelerating our community's launch.
Which brings me to another issue, and it’s a big part of the reason I’m writing this now: online critics. There’s a small but vocal group of people online who’ve been saying some pretty nasty and completely unfounded things about me. This group of people have taken to personal insults, and accusations that I’m a fraudster and a grifter.
I’m not entirely surprised to encounter pushback, but at the same time, the level of vitriol has been eye-opening.
But I try to put it in a bigger context: Lesbians have faced so much abuse, and for so long we’ve had to settle for having social spaces conditionally, on terms set by men. There’s a climate of distrust and fear looming over the lesbian community as a result. So much so that today the idea of even having one single space fully dedicated to lesbian and bisexual women seems so radical, some people’s initial reaction is that there’s got to be a catch.
I completely understand that a good dose of scrutiny, of tempering optimism with some degree of caution, is reasonable. It’s healthy. And it’s entirely welcome.
But personal insults and unfounded accusations are not. I know that emotions are running high, and we as a community are feeling beleaguered right now. But that’s no excuse to target my Irishness in personal attacks, for example. Or to target my business supporters with lies about me.
I'm not here to push or persuade anyone who doesn't feel the spark for this project. However, for those who do, our project investors' safety and security are crucial — capital funds are securely placed in escrow and I've teamed up with a business consultant who's right here supporting us until opening day. We’ve put together a solid business plan.
If anything, the tenor of some of the criticism I’ve faced only hardens my resolve: it just highlights how badly women need a space to unite us, to heal us in this difficult time.
It’s been upsetting to endure the smear campaign that a small online group has thrown at me… but my mind keeps going back to that Edenic afternoon at the Hampstead Ponds, where hundreds of women were gathered in serenity and harmony.
This will heal us. This will unite us. And it will make us all stronger. Lesbian strength comes through unity.
There are various ways you can help, but the most crucial one is spreading the word - our message is the most important part of this project.
Other than that, as I mentioned earlier, if you are a lesbian/bi woman, there is the option to join as an early-bird member (however, this is not compulsory; you can wait until our opening). Additionally, there's the opportunity for investment or donation. I've prepared a comprehensive 50-page business plan and pitch deck available for those who are interested.
For a deeper understanding of the project, feel free to visit our website or you can email me at [email protected]
Any form of support you can offer is immensely appreciated as we work towards making this a reality.
We can do this. So let’s do it!
#lesbians#women's spaces#lesbian spaces#Jenny Watson#Graham Linehan#Substack#bisexual women#UK#London
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PICK A CARD: MYSTERY READING
Left: Pile 1; Right: Pile 2
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Pile 1: Some of you could be Shiv bhakts, you need to see that worshipping and paying respects to shiv family is equally important, in your case Nandi Ji, learning the value of patience especially in October, not backing down from opposition, showing strength and fortitude ahead all while being patient and calm. You are not rushing the process, you are going along with it how ever long it might be because you have single-minded focus. That’s the attitude you need to adopt. That is the attitude you already have but cannot see. Someone new is entering your life, possibly a man it could be an exciting event for you, you may have been waiting for this for a long time, for some this is a mentor and a critic who will help you get better in your craft. A sincere wish is being granted. Often the mistake we make is being too rigid with our manifestations, if you look closely your wish is being fulfilled maybe in a different way, but you get what you wished for. You could meet the new person at a party or during tea time in someone else’s house, for some of you it is marriage. You might get married to your perfect partner who could be different from the one you are fixated on right now, it’s a general reading so take what resonates. You could be sensitive to criticism, and it is saying you should learn to accept valid criticism. You are being told to beware of greed, it could also lead to parting ways either in business or relationships.If someone tries to make you do anything against your wish, speak up, you are being reassured that you will be taken care of during difficult times. A meeting with a stranger could be important, it could be related to money or property. USE YOUR INTUITION TO MAKE BENEFICIAL CHANGES. Comment ‘111’ to claim this. 🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙
Pile 2: You are the ones who check things multiple times, you do not believe anything till you are 110% sure. If you are planning something or making a decision that involves APRIl of 2023 or 2024, use your intuition and psychic abilities, make a decision based on that. Let yourself relax completely and let the answer come to you. YOU CANNOT SEE THIS RIGHT NOW BUT THERE IS Increase IN MATERIAL WEALTH AND SPIRITUAL GROWTH for you. It is making way, working in the background, you’ll see results soon, again April is significant. You will be shown the way in matters related to decisions, if it’s someone else trying to make you do something that is against your will, you will be shown the way too. This message was in pile 1 as well. Way to go, pile 2! You have an abundance of good news and spiritual love coming in. Some of you could be Krishna Bhakts or have a craving to live in Vrindavan near to Radhe Krishna, wish will be fulfilled, you will be called to take a trip at least. There might be sorrow and discomfort with a relative especially a younger man in your family. There is shown victory in some endeavor you are planning to undertake especially if it is something you have worked hard on so it can take off. In business do not be emotional, be resourceful and shrewd , you might experience some sadness and nostalgia over letting something go. For business and career or personal growth I am seeing progress. If you are ever in trouble or someone is accusing you of something, do not speak in anger, control it or you will be sorry. It is time to act like a lion. Some of you could have placements in Leo or it could be your rising. HAPPINESS AND WELL-BEING IS COMING EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE IT, even if there is dullness right now, joy and happiness are making their way to you. Comment ‘222’ to claim this. 🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙
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Valentine's 500...
Student Name: Yuuna Shin
Gender: Female
Dorm: Ramshackle
Scenario: Grim "accidentally" burnt all of the chocolates she intended to give out. Heartbroken, she quickly salvageable enough to make one piece for each of the boys. Rather than the special pieces she worked hard on, saved all of her money for, these simple pieces aren't her ideal. Despite that, she wants to let them know they were thought of, no one left out.
- ✨️ Anon
Hot Chocolate
author note: i'm finally baaaack! it feels so good to finally write again, and for all the characters no less! it was fun to think of how each of them would react to receiving a chocolate, especially in this circumstance! I've never written for someone's OC before, so I hope I did your character justice, ✨️ Anon! I hope you like it! I think Yuuna did a great job with the chocolate, all things considered! ☆ ~('▽^人)
characters: all main dorm twst characters x F!Reader (can be read platonic or romantically, however you fancy)
“GRIM!!”
You had meticulously budgeted over the last couple of months to make sure you had enough money to buy ingredients. The cooking facilities in Ramshackle were certainly far from the best, but you had worked hard to perfect the recipe, and then worked harder still to make personalised chocolates for everyone. All of that hard work, dashed because of your rowdy roommate couldn’t keep his paws to himself.
“What’s the big deal?! I’m the only one you should be making chocolate for anyways.” Grim pouted, seemingly completely unrepentant of his actions as you fanned the residual smoke away with a towel, all the rickety windows opened wide in an attempt to air out the room so you could properly survey the damage. Your heart sank when you saw that more than three quarters of the chocolates had been charred black.
“These were for everyone, Grim, but now you’ve ruined everything!” You spat, your anger flaring as you approached the trays of chocolate, picking through the ruins to see if there was any that could be saved. Grim bristled defensively at your words, the cold shoulder he received from you as you busied yourself searching through the charred remains of his jealous outburst causing him to scuttle out of the kitchen in tantrum.
You sighed as you looked down at the plate of chocolates that you had managed to salvage. After a count, you realised that you had just enough chocolate… Grabbing the decorative pouches you had prepared for the chocolates, you quickly packed them in, one chocolate each, worried that Grim might come back to finish the job out of petty spite. With a heavy sigh and feeling very disheartened, you left Ramshackle to deliver the remains of your chocolate…
Heartslabyul
Riddle
He thinks you are here to visit Ace and Deuce but will blush when you deliver him the chocolate.
He’ll play it off that he’s angry at Grim for destroying your hard work if you tell him what happened.
It’ll be off with Grim’s head for sure.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a rose.
He’s reluctant to eat it because it’s a gift from you but would eat it during one of his scheduled tea times (as long as it doesn’t break any rules)
He’ll tell you how good it tastes and encourage you to continue baking!
Ace
Ngl he would totally laugh at the melted chocolate then feel bad when he realises how upset you are about it.
(He will laugh even more if Deuce’s chocolate is more melted than his)
Eats it right then and there, no fanfare, just shoves it straight in his mouth.
Tells you it tastes good but that you could improve, but that’s just his way of trying to get you to make him more chocolates.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like his card soldier assignment.
He, ofc, did not notice and regrets that when he realises (because of Deuce) that the chocolates were themed.
Now he’ll definitely pester you to make him more.
Deuce
Treats the chocolate like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever received.
Literally almost beats up Ace when he laughs at how melted it is, honestly you have to calm him down and restore order before they both get collared by Riddle.
Your chocolate for him is also his card soldier assignment and unlike Ace, he notices right away and his cheeks got a little pink at the attention to detail.
He does not eat it. He can’t bring himself to, he likes it so much. In fact, he likes it so much that he carries it around in his pocket all the time like some lucky charm.
That, ofc, results in it getting crushed in his pocket eventually. Deuce is inconsolable when he realises, but then he eats it, albeit feeling a little glum at the loss.
Please make him more choco. If anyone in this forsaken college deserves more chocolate, its Deuce.
Cater
Magicams the whole experience.
No but fr, he’s surprised and touched that you thought of him, and that just makes him start to feel awkward, so he overcompensates with the Magicamming.
Your chocolate for him is a diamond.
Makes you take a selfie with him with the chocolate ofc.
He eats it, even though he doesn’t like sweet things.
Suggests that you and Trey do a collab and ofc that he’d Magicam the entire experience. It would go viral, after all!
Trey
He’s touched.
Definitely one of the more judgmental chocolate eaters, but he won’t say anything about the taste, especially if he knows what Grim did.
Definitely offers you future use of the Heartlabyul kitchen if you want to do any more baking in peace.
Offers his assistance too if you want to try baking anything out of your current experience level.
Your chocolate for him is a four-leaf clover.
He thinks that detail is particularly cute and jokes whether he should keep it and see if it brings him any luck.
He’s smarter than Deuce though so he will eat it and not actually carry it around with him.
Savanaclaw
Leona
Unimpressed that you are interrupting his nap.
Gripes that you should have bought him meat instead of chocolate.
That doesn’t mean he’s not going to accept it though, and he’s actually pretty smug about it.
He’ll definitely give you that infuriating little smug smile that he does.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a lion.
(He’s mean so he’ll call you uncreative for that ;-; he doesn’t mean it though he’s just grumpy)
Will definitely think of some petty way to get back at Grim if he finds out that he is the reason that he only got one chocolate.
Jack
His tail is definitely going to wag. He’ll pretend that is totally not happening, and will deny it if you point it out.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a cactus.
He tries his best to act cool and collected but in reality his heart is thumping and his cheeks have turned pink.
Will tell you that there was no need for you to have gone out of your way to make chocolate for him.
He’s grateful for it though, no one other than his kid sister has given him chocolate before.
The fact that its shaped like a little cactus makes him feel a little giddy too, a sign that you take an interest in his hobbies.
Ruggie
Not one for free handouts normally but… Wow that chocolate looks so pathetic that he’d be doing you the favour by taking it off your hands… Shishishi
Would feel bad about ribbing you over it if you told him what Grim did to the chocolates, also would internally agonise that if it wasn’t for that furball, he’d be getting more chocolate.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a doughnut.
At the sight of it, he’s immediately throwing an arm over your shoulder with his signature grin.
“You know what doesn’t melt? Doughnuts.”
Shamelessly hinting you should make him some doughnuts next time.
Octavinelle
Azul
Instantly suspicious.
He doesn’t want to accept it, he’s convinced you’re working an angle. What do you want? What are you trying to achieve? Do you truly think he is some fool who would easily be tricked into a situation where he owes someone something?
Absolutely cannot handle the fact that you’re giving this to him out of the kindness of your heart. His cheeks grow hot and his hands clammy, his cool, collected business façade slipping as he dithers over how to accept this.
He ends up giving you a Mostro Lounge coupon because seven forbid you think he owes you now.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like an octopus.
Now his cheeks are hot for another reason. Are you mocking him? And it’s melted… Is this some sort of threat?
Will not admit out loud that he thinks that the little, slightly melted octopus is charming, in its own way.
Jade
Is shocked that you’d take the time to make him some chocolate, although you’d never notice it when he smiles at you with his usual ice-cold polite smile.
His thought process is similar to Azul in that he suspects you may be doing it to curry favour with him, but he’s less neurotic about it than Azul.
After all, he’s used to receiving presents from those who wish to get on his family’s good side.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a mushroom.
When he sees it, his ice-cold front immediately melts and he becomes 100% certified baby girl.
Starts trying to guess what type of mushroom it is, doesn’t even care that it is partially melted because that just makes the guessing game so much more exciting!
He doesn’t eat it. How could he? Instead, he preserves it.
Your mushroom chocolate now has a special place in his mushroom paraphernalia collection.
Floyd
Prepare to be squeezed.
Absolutely ecstatic that you made him chocolate, not at all bothered that its just one.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a shrimp.
Does his goofy little laugh when he sees the shape, his razor-sharp teeth on full display.
“Little shrimpy made me a shrimpy to eat? Ne, does that mean you want me to take a bite out of you?”
Savagely eats the chocolate right then and there whilst looking you in the eyes the entire time.
I hope you left delivering his chocolate until last because he’s going to be clinging onto you for a while.
Scarabia
Kalim
Wants to throw you a party because you gave him a chocolate.
Please stop him, Jamil is so tired.
He’s so happy! You made this yourself? That’s so cool, you’re so cool! Wants you to teach him how to do it too!
It’s fine, he’ll suggest you two can borrow the school kitchen, so Jamil doesn’t find out.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a jewel.
He’s so amazed that you managed to make it into such a cool shape.
Don’t be surprised if a chocolate statue suddenly shows up at Ramshackle because Kalim commissioned it for you.
Jamil
Oh, you shouldn’t have.
No really, you shouldn’t. Now he feels uncomfortable. Why would you make chocolate for someone like him?
Secretly shy about it but maintains his aloof persona.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a snake.
He really likes it, he feels like it matches the armlet for his dorm uniform.
Another one of the more judgmental ones when it comes to tasting the chocolate and unlike Trey, he will give you pointers on whether you could improve your recipe.
Not in a mean way but in a more “why don’t you try this next time…” kind of vibe.
Maybe, just maybe there was a little hint in there that you could try out improvements to your chocolate recipe together…
Pomefiore
Vil
Oof.
Now let’s be real, this guy receives a lot of gifts, and a lot of the time those gifts are chocolate. All the time. From absolutely everyone. Fans, other students, colleagues. The list is endless. The chocolates usually go untouched, he has an image to maintain you know.
He was visibly surprised to receive the chocolate from you, you don’t seem the type to gift him something.
But as it was just one chocolate, he decided it wouldn’t do any harm to eat it…
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a crown.
The MOST judgmental out of all the boys in regards to the chocolate.
You lose marks for the chocolate being melted, even if he knows it was Grim’s fault. He sympathises but as a man who strives for perfection, such a flaw cannot be ignored.
Will straight up tell you that he’s tasted better chocolate, but of course he has, luxury brand chocolate ends up on his doorstep daily.
Will stress that that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, he thinks your recipe has its own charm.
Will give you a kiss on the cheek as he leaves, which is how you know you did good.
Epel
Absolutely over the moon that you made him chocolate.
Will throw down with Grim when he finds out what he did.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like an apple.
Thinks it’s so badass that you personalised the chocolate just for him.
Eats it immediately because he thinks if Vil sees it he will confiscate it right away and Rook can’t do anything if its already in his stomach.
Or can he?
Hypes up the taste of the chocolate so much. As if it’s the best chocolate he’s ever tasted.
May try to convince you to keep a secret chocolate supply just for him at Ramshackle.
Rook
Beauté! 100 points!
Waxing lyrical as soon as he sees the little gift pouch.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a bow and arrow.
Another one of the judgmental ones but you wouldn’t be able to tell because he is hyping up the chocolate so much.
For him, the score isn’t only about the taste, its about all the components that came to make this dainty, melted chocolate in his palm.
Truly marvellous!
For the next week he’ll probably reference how he can still faintly taste the chocolate on his lips when he sees you.
Ignihyde
Idia
Firstly, props for getting a chocolate to Idia in person in the first place.
Like seriously this man is dead, how did you even get in here??
Tablet talking tiiiime.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a gaming controller.
Lowkey thinks its kinda cool that you shaped it to look like that.
You can see his hair turn pink at the ends.
Although he does mock you a little by saying it doesn’t look any gaming controllers he has ever seen, but a noob like you wouldn’t know that.
Surprisingly judgmental about the taste (he has brands he favours) but is pleasantly surprised by the taste.
He would welcome more chocolate if you wanted to give it, but next time… Maybe shoot him a text first so he can arrange a pick up?
Ortho
Ortho can’t eat chocolate but he does get an extra special hug for helping you infiltrate your way into the Ignihyde dorm and into Idia’s bedroom!
You promised to play games with him soon as a reward for a job well done!
Diasomnia
Malleus
He’s absolutely reeling.
You had the guts to approach him and give him some chocolate? Such a brave child of man you are.
This is going in his hoard for sure.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a gargoyle.
And yes, you included a building too so that you didn’t get a lecture on the difference between gargoyles and grotesques.
He’s delighted by this gift, he’s absolutely glowing.
Apologies, child of man, but he must depart immediately so he can ensure no harm comes to this precious gift.
The chocolate gargoyle, Briar Valley’s new national treasure.
Silver
How thoughtful of you to make him chocolate.
He doesn’t usually get to eat much chocolate, even if Lilia is constantly trying to offer him ‘chocolate’ that he has made.
So he’s really touched to get this little gift from you.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a small bird.
He feels his heart warm, it reminds him of his little forest friends.
He wonders why it is a little melted, and is sad to find out what happened, but assures you that he thinks the chocolate still looks good.
He’ll compliment the taste too. He knows he doesn’t have the highest standards (again, growing up with Lilia), but he truly does think it tastes good!
Sebek
“HUMAN, IS THIS A GIFT FOR MALLEUS SAMA? THE GALL OF YOU, TO TRY AND CURRY FAVOUR WITH THE YOUNG MASTER…!”
Oh… It’s for him…?
You did it, you broke Sebek. You can actually see him buffering.
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a lightning bolt.
He blushes when you tell him its because his hair reminds you of lightning.
Will absolutely not comment on the fact that its melted. He’s a good boy really, it would be unacceptable to insult a gift he is receiving.
He will thank you, even if it sounds a little stiff.
He’s not used to receiving gifts outside his family, so this experience is quite new for him.
Lilia
Delighted.
Would you like to try some of his chocolate? He has the most intriguing recipes that he’s developed, come to the Diasomnia kitchen right now and he can whip you up a batch special…
Your chocolate for him is shaped like a bat.
He will give his signature chuckle and hold up the chocolate next to one of his bats for comparison.
His eyes would twinkle when he tells you “Why, I can hardly tell the difference!”
Another one who is surprisingly judgmental about the taste but more in a “this could do with some newt to really pump up the flavour” kind of way.
This old man has zero taste, take the fact that he’s complaining as a victory.
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The Ultimate Guide to Brochure Printing Services
Why Brochures Still Matter in the Digital Age
In a world dominated by digital marketing, you might wonder if brochure printing services still hold any value. The answer is a resounding yes! Brochures are tangible, versatile, and can leave a lasting impression on potential customers. They offer a personal touch that digital media often lacks.
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Gate Fold Brochures
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Eye-Catching Cover
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Conclusion
In conclusion, brochures remain a vital marketing tool in the digital age. By choosing the right type of brochure, focusing on key design elements, and selecting a professional printing service, you can create impactful brochures that resonate with your audience.
FAQs
What is the best type of brochure for my business?
The best type of brochure depends on your specific needs. Tri-fold brochures are versatile and popular, while gate fold brochures are great for high-impact visuals.
How long does it take to print brochures?
The turnaround time varies depending on the printing service and the complexity of your order. It’s best to check with your chosen service for specific timelines.
Can I customize my brochure design?
Yes, most professional printing services offer a range of customization options to help you create a unique and effective brochure.
What are the costs involved in brochure printing?
Costs can vary widely based on factors like paper quality, printing quantity, and customization options. Getting a detailed quote from your printing services is important to understand the costs involved.
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Another WIP Weekend is ahead of us!
Have I worked on different WIPs every weekend 😝 yes, yes I have. Am I going to start working on the same ones from now on? TBD
🏔 Eddie Bang- I can't reveal anything about this WIP until art claims have been completed, but still, I need to desperately work on it. MAKE ME WORK ON IT.
💼 Businessman Steve- This guy has been sitting in my drafts for too long. It's a 5 & 1 of times concierge Eddie has encountered Steve Harrington, the son of business mogul Richard Harrington. At first Eddie isn't sure of the young businessman who seems to have a sex and drug problem, but as he gets to know Steve through these few encounters, Eddie comes to find Steve is living a life he truly despises. Through these few encounters they become friends and eventually by the end fall in love.
🤘🏻 Role Reversal Steddie AU- @tinytalkingtina and I have been expanding our world of Trackstar!Eddie and Metalhead!Steve and can't wait to share with you all that we've created.
⛺️ Steddie Set Up- Steve and Eddie meet on a camping trip organised by the kids. Clueless to the fact that they've been set up they become fast friends and soon a couple.
You know the drill. In an ask send me the emojis of the fic(s) you'd like me to work on and post updates.
What exists of 💼 as of now, below the cut.
There's a commotion at the double doors of the hotel lobby, multiple men spilling in all at once. Tailored suits, expensive watches, and the numbers of their mistresses hardly hidden in their phones.
Every one of them looks like an asshole.
From where Eddie sits behind the reception desk doodling in his notebook, he inwardly sighs before standing and tugging at his stiff uniform to at least appear professional. Black slacks and a white button down that he's had to treat for Ketchup stains more times then he cares to count. It's the least personalised thing he owns and with the added fact of not being allowed to wear jewellery or have his hair down, he just feels like another cog in the machine.
God he hates his job.
"Good morning, Sir," Eddie says with feigned composure as one of the suit and tied assholes of this month's conference approaches the front desk. The guys sporting a full head of salt and peppered hair, thick and perfectly coiffed on the top of his head. Eyes haunting, smile sinister in a way that's much too menacing for Eddie's taste. Shark like in the way it makes Eddie feel pinned down like a hopeless piece of prey.
"Harrington, Richard Harrington," the man says with a thundering voice instead of a greeting, slapping his credit card and ID onto the marble countertop between them and turning his back to say something snappy to the man at his rear.
Harrington, Eddie thinks with distaste, remembering the name from his first day on shift. Richard, the pompous prick, was yelling at the poor woman training Eddie because she forgot to make sure his room came stocked with higher end liquor than their Luxury Suites usually did. Really, it was something so small it could have been handled with just a phone call down to the front desk. It's a rather vivid memory and Eddie's sure that at the time if that would have been suggested the man would've dropped dead of a heart attack.
Though really, would that have been so awful?
He's seen the man far too many times since. Monthly business conferences and meetings at the hotel keep the entirety of Harrington and Associates forever coming through the lobby doors.
Much to Eddie's dismay.
He sighs at the thought of the many more encounters to come, watching as the vein bulges from the side of Richard's head and he turns a rather grotesque shade of red. Eddie feels bad for the man Richard's snapping at. It's obvious not much has changed other than the jerk sporting a few more wrinkles and grey hairs.
With a hardly contained eye roll, Eddie types 'Harrington' into the system, the keyboard clicking under his fingertips before two separate bookings pop up on the screen. One for Richard and another for a Stephen.
Eddie hums in thought, as familiar as this gaggle of assholes are, he doesn't remember a Stephen from the past bookings.
Must be new. And related. Poor bastard, Eddie thinks absent-mindedly. He can't imagine working for this guy, let alone being his son, though, maybe this Stephen's no different.
He grimaces at the thought and hopes he doesn't have to meet the man if he is.
Quietly, as not to disrupt the hissing match happening in front of him, Eddie finishes checking Mr. Dick Harrington into the hotel. Sliding the room key, credit card and ID in the man's direction, Eddie watches as Richard does nothing but continue to berate the man before him. Something about scheduling or mergers or what the fuck ever that Eddie really doesn't have the time or energy to give even a single shit about.
From the edge of the crowd of assholes a young man steps in to grab the cards and quite frankly Eddie couldn't give two shits if this guy's helping or stealing from the rich bastard. Though by the near matching formal attire and the way no one bats an eye, he supposes he at least works for the guy.
Or…
“Steve Harrington,” the young, startlingly beautiful man says as he picks up his apparent father's ID and replaces it with his own on the marble countertop.
There's a cute twist to his lip when he talks and Eddie already hates himself for staring, but how can he not?
This is Richard's son?
No
No
Mr. Tall Tan and Beautiful cannot have come from that.
But the matching square of their jaws, tilt to their cheeks and hazel of their eyes begs to differ.
Fucking hell.
He's probably just as much of a prick.
The pretty ones always are.
The straight ones too.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, willing his apparent blush to go down Eddie nods once and selects the only obvious choice of name in the booking system.
Stephen Harrington.
He can feel the man's eyes boring into him as he's typing, searing almost in their stare, so much so Eddie wonders if he has something on his face or if the guy just has zero social skills.
Chancing a glance up his suspicions are proven right and Steve doesn't so much as move, his eyes not meeting Eddie's but staring a little lower.
Eddie swallows, the judgement feeling heavy as he pulls the collar of his shirt higher, making sure there's no evidence of ink or any other bad decisions peeking out from the white buttoned around his neck.
It wouldn't be the first time some business asshole had something to say about his tattoos or the occasional hickey concealer failed to hide.
��605,” Eddie says almost mechanically after placing Steve's room key between them, his voice finally drawing the man's eye away from his throat.
Steve coughs into his fist, nods and grabs his and his fathers remaining cards and room keys but he doesn't leave. Navy blue suit and eyes Eddie thinks will take him weeks to forget, Steve remains standing before him, chewing on his bottom lip until he… he does a quick once over of Eddie. Top to bottom. Head to tail. Hazel eyes scanning, judging, making Eddie's skin feel like it's on fire for completely other reasons.
Then without a second's notice he looks from side to side rather hastily and leans into Eddie's space across the marble countertop, the sound of his elbow meeting the surface between them, a dull thud.
He smells like the pine of a forest floor and the musk of a man who's been nothing but busy and exhausted for weeks.
But God it's doing something to Eddie and he hates it.
Steve works his jaw in an odd way, rubbing at the muscle before he asks in a hushed tone, “There uh, there any clubs around here, for the, you know,” he lifts his hand to drop his wrist limply, fluttering his lashes as he continues, “variety?”
He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around.
He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around?
What the fuck?
Eddie bristles, already feeling his brows pull into a glare. He's making fun of him. These businessmen always do.
It's not like he's wearing a pride flag anywhere or skipping through the fucking halls, but somehow these pricks always seem to pick up on his preferences.
It's been years and only once has anyone been genuine in their inquiry.
So genuine in fact that Eddie found himself with his dick in the guy's mouth not more than thirty minutes later when he went out for his smoke break.
But a Harrington? Richard's son?
He thinks Hell will sooner freeze over.
Really if anything Eddie wants to tell the guy to fuck off, but he can't because professionalism.
So he does the next best thing.
If the guy's gonna be a judgy dick, well…
In a matter of seconds Eddie prints off a map of the city that has each and every gay bar starred and hands it to Steve with a very fake and falsely enthusiastic, “Enjoy you stay in the city Mr. Harrington, I hope you find what you're looking for.”
And then before he even has a chance to catch the guy's reaction, he's waving towards the crowd, calling out “next please” and moving to the other computer to check in the next asshole.
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Paid Readings | Classic Readings | Status: OPEN
Updated: December 14th 2024
The Feeling Festive Sale Continues! Until December 18th, when you purchase one tarot reading you can request a second reading (of the same or lesser value) for free!
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What milestones will you and your future spouse celebrate together? This heartwarming reading takes you on a journey through the holidays that define your love story. It Covers: Your very first holiday as a couple, the first holiday as a married couple, a major holiday where you celebrate a life-changing event (like a new home, a baby, or another cherished milestone). Moodboard Ad-Ons Available
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Imagine your first holiday season with your future spouse—what will it look like? This cozy and romantic reading dives into the magic of your very first festive season as a couple. It will cover: the overall vibes, your person's love languages and how it impacts your relationship. Moodboard Ad-Ons Available
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Get a personalised version of this pick a card reading covering the following topics: Who are you showing up as now? Who will become throughout this next chapter? How will you find success? What challenges may you meet? Lessons to be learned, and advice to take with you.
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Any great couple has got to be able to tag team! Find out the relationship dynamics between you and your future spouse along with you're strengths and weaknesses and how you complement each other.
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The first part of the reading provides insights into where you are currently and where you have to be to meet your future spouse. The second part delves into the circumstances around your meeting, potential challenges along the way, the moment that makes it official and the long-term outcome of your relationship.
If you don't see what you're looking for or would like a personalised version of one of my PACs, feel free to message me! I'll be adding more options in the future as well.
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My accountant needed a copy of my bank account activity to verify some things, so naturally I needed to send them one and explained that the income I'm getting is the last two deposits - Paypal transfers euros and dollars separately, so that's why there's two of them. I hope they won't look at the rest of the activity report any closer, or ask me questions about it.
Not that I'd be doing anything illegal, but due to a combination of my own bad choices and bank incompetence, I've got my credit/debit card in a different bank than where I keep and handle my money, and just transfer the money I need for groceries and stuff to the other bank's account as needed. Since the transfer requires some sort of a code or written message on them, I usually write something stupid into the message. And since you can personalise the names of the accounts you make payments to, the card-bank-account's name identifies the owner as a homosexual.
I know that while the messages aren't visible on the report, and that whatever I do with my private life is my own business and it would be very unprofessional of them to ask about it, I'd still hate knowing that they must be wondering what kind of life choices I've made that I've apparently made it a hobby to semi-frequently send someone 500 euros just to call him a faggot.
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