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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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You know I can't stay away from your writing for long so here I am againnn....angst prompt 5 and fluff promt 10. Besties to loverss plsssss.....with either Sirius Black or Kaz I can't choose

No angst...I can't take it rnnnn 😭

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angst prompt five: “please leave before i lose myself to madness and beg you to stay”

fluff prompt ten: and it was when A watched B look at someone else the way they wanted to be looked at. does A realize how much in love with their best friend they were?

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kaz brekker x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warning: kaz has no romantic feelings for inej in this one, it doesn't have a specific time in the canon, i made up one of the characters, best friends to lovers (between the lines), mention of murder

summary: It seems that Kaz always expects you to read between the lines, even though you are a thief and not an expert in interpreting written texts.

a/n: whenever i see notifications from you, i feel like a happy golden retriever puppy, hello!!<33 i feel that writing anything with sirius would be easier for me in almost every way, especially since that character has been my favorite since childhood, but i wanted to try something new and i was thrilled with the chance to do so! (it's a mess)

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As you stepped out into the gloomy, rain-soaked streets of Ketterdam, you could felt the weight of the city's bearing down upon you. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, where crime and corruption were the norm, and where only the strongest and most cunning survived. The city's winding, labyrinthine streets were treacherous and difficult to navigate, with slimy cobblestones that seemed to shift and writhe beneath your feet. The stench of sewage and decay hanged heavy in the air, a reminder of the filth and squalor that permeated every inch of the city.

The people of Ketterdam were a rough and ragged bunch, with sharp tongues and even sharper knives. Every interaction was a potential threat, every stranger a possible enemy. It was a place where trust was hard to come by, and betrayal was always just a heartbeat away. And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the city. It was the only place where you've ever felt truly at home, where you could be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a feeling that both comforted and terrified you, and you knew that you'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

You hated Ketterdam with a passion, yet you found yourself unable to imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because you hated yourself too, the mere thought of being ordinary filled you with a deep-seated loathing. You had no talents, no skills that could make others look at you with admiration, and to make matters worse, you weren't your parents' favorite child either. That distinction belonged to your older sister, the Grisha who had always been showered with adoration and affection, even when she was away in the Little Palace, thousands of miles from home.

Your parents had always compared you to her, highlighting your shortcomings and making you feel like a disappointment. Even when she was gone, they treated you worse than they ever had before, as if you brought them shame just by existing.

Yet, in Ketterdam, your ordinariness was a blessing. As a member of a gang of thieves, you were the perfect fit. Your lack of beauty and grace made you unremarkable, allowing you to blend into the shadows and avoid attention. You moved with ease through the convoluted streets of the city, navigating its twists and turns, always keeping your wits about you. Of course, there were a times of doubts, where you couldn't help but think that perhaps being strikingly beautiful would be an asset to your profession, especially when robbing wealthy merchants who came to Ketterdam seeking to indulge in its illicit pleasures. But even then, you knew that such a gift would come with its own set of complications, and in Ketterdam, complications were the last thing you needed.

You pulled the hood of your dark cloak over your head, lowering it slightly to obscure your face. You didn't want to be recognized by anyone, but at the same time, you needed to keep an eye on your surroundings and react quickly if needed.

You hastily tucked your frozen hands into the pockets of your coat and quickened your step as you saw two men who were part of the Dime Lions. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized them. Lately, you had been avoiding these people more than usual, ever since you got into an unnecessary street fight with several members of the gang. They had made it clear that they weren't happy with you, and you knew that they wouldn't hesitate to attack you if given the chance.

But it wasn't just the Dime Lions that you were avoiding. Some people in Ketterdam knew about things they shouldn’t. It was no secret that rumors spread like wildfire in this city, and often found their way into the hands of those who would use them for their own gain. But in a world full of terrible people, you had to be worse.

You walked with no clear destination in mind, driven by the need to distance yourself as much as possible from the Crow Club. It was only moments ago that you had found yourself in a heated argument with the one person who mattered the most to you. His stubborn pride had come between you once again, making you curse his name to the heavens above.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife as you and Kaz stood facing each other, both seething with frustration. His eyes glinted in the dim light, anger etched deep into the lines of his face. What had started as a minor disagreement had quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, fueled by the unspoken feelings that both tried to hide.

“You don't understand, Y/N,” Kaz growled, his voice low and scratchy. “You never do. You're always off on your own, thinking you know what's best for everyone. You can't keep taking unnecessary risks. It's not just your life on the line.”

“I know that,” you snapped back, your eyes flashing with anger. “But we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We need to take action if we want to survive.”

“Of course we need to take action,” Kaz shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm not saying we should do nothing. But we need to be smart about it. We can't rush in blindly. That's why I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Sometimes being smart means taking risks. That's how we get ahead.”

A heavy silence hung in the air between you, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your clothes. Kaz's gaze bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

His jaw tightened, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “Do whatever you want. But don't expect me to follow you blindly into danger.”

You took a step closer to Kaz, your eyes blazing. “I don't need you to follow me, Kaz. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand on his cane for support. “Then go ahead and do that. But please, leave before I lose myself to madness and beg you to stay.”

Your chest tightened with hope as Kaz's words registered in your mind. Could it be that he actually wanted you to stay? But your hopes were dashed as you saw him turn his back and begin walking away. The urge to call out to him, to make him admit his feelings, consumed you, but you knew it was pointless. Kaz Brekker was not one to bare his soul.

With a frustrated growl, you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. Without another word, you turned and stormed down the stairs. Ignoring Jesper's questioning gaze and Wylan's confused expression, you burst out into the rain-soaked streets of the Barrel, letting the cool droplets wash away your anger and frustration.

Your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions as you walked, all directed towards the one man who had the power to make you feel so much. Kaz's words echoed in your head, spoken in his rough voice, which usually sounded like the most beautiful melody to your ears, but now it was a curse that tormented you and did not allow you to find peace.

“I don't need you, Kaz. You're the last person I want,” you muttered under your breath, and as if fate was playing a game, you bumped into the very person with whom the whole argument began. What a coincidence.

You lifted your gaze, and your eyes met with the one who infamously called himself Ketterdam's most dangerous person. Although he didn't know you, you were familiar with him well enough to know that he would want to have you with him despite your undistinguished appearance and lack of special skills.

In a rush of panic, you lowered your head, feigning humility to mask your face. “I apologize, sir,” you began, trying to hide the hint of fear you could sense in your voice. “I should be more careful.”

The man smirked, his eyes scanning over your form. “It's no problem, sweetheart,” he said, his voice oozing with arrogance and entitlement. “But you should watch where you're going. It's not safe to be wandering around these parts alone.” His hand brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You flinched at the touch, trying to pull away from him, but then he grabbed you. You knew what type of man he was, and the last thing you wanted was to be alone with him in a dark alley. You tried to think of an excuse to leave, but before you could say anything, the gravelly rasp of a familiar voice interrupted.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Kaz's voice was calm and controlled, but there was an underlying threat that made the man release his grip on you and take a step back.

“None at all,” the man replied smoothly.

Kaz stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “I suggest you leave the lady alone then.”

The man scoffed. “I suggest you mind your own business, boy.”

Kaz's hand, covered with a leather glove, tightened on the crow's head ornamenting his cane. “I'll make it my business if I see someone harassing a woman in my city.”

The man sneered, clearly not intimidated by Kaz's threat. “Your city?” he asked with a hint of derision, studying Kaz more thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if he had just connected the dots, he added, “Last time I checked, it was still called Ketterdam, not Dirtyhands's kingdom.”

Kaz's expression didn't change, but you could sense the tension in the air. “Believe what you want, but if you don't leave now, I'll make sure you regret it.”

The man seemed to consider his options for a moment before finally releasing a grunt of annoyance and walking away, oblivious to the inevitable fate that awaited him regardless of his decision. Death was the only possible outcome and the only variable was who would carry out the execution.

Finally, the man was out of sight, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Kaz turned to you, and you met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and anger. Despite feeling indebted to him for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his interference. “I didn't need your help,” you said, trying to sound confident.

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It sure looked like you did.”

You glared at him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He had seen you in a moment of vulnerability, and you hated yourself for it. “I could have handled it,” you insisted, although you knew it was a lie. You couldn't have handled the situation on your own. You were a skilled thief, but you lacked the physical strength to overpower a man twice your size. You were not armed with revolvers, nor did you possess the abilities of a Corpsewitch. You were just an average person, with quick fingers and the ability to pick locks, nothing more.

“How did you know where to find me?” you added.

“Did you think I wouldn't follow you? I had a feeling you'd get yourself into trouble, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was grateful that Kaz had your back. “And what about-”

“Inej will take care of him,” he said, cutting you off, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the matter any further. “Let's head back to the Slat. You're soaked.”

Kaz started walking away, disappearing into a dark alley without waiting for you. You sighed and followed him, feeling the dampness of your clothes sticking to your skin.

The walk back to the Slat was silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestones to fill the air. As you entered the place, you immediately noticed the curious looks of your crewmates. Jesper was there, even though he usually preferred gambling at the Crows Cub and Matthias stood at the top of the stairs, watching you with his arms crossed. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to return, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Ignoring the greetings, Kaz announced, “You'll never guess who Y/N met.” The room fell silent, and Kaz removed his hat as if to emphasize his point. “Antoon Beudeker.”

A hum of surprised sounds ran through the room, and all eyes turned to you. You felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. You had been trying to track down Beudeker for weeks, but he always managed to slip away from you, as if someone in the Dregs was tipping him off about your plans.

Nina spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you mean by that?”

Kaz looked at you, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “A talent for stealing isn't Y/N's only skill. As you can see, the talent for trouble far outweighs it.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Kaz's gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. You knew you had made a mistake by bumping into Beudeker, but it wasn't even your fault. All you wanted was to cut yourself off after the argument with Kaz, and now he was the one who was right again.

Wylan's voice carried through the quiet room, breaking the tension. “What are we do with him now?” he asked, but no one answered, assuming that it was up to their missing Wraith to handle the situation.

Jesper's frustration boiled over, and he jumped up from his seat. “It's not fair!” he exclaimed, pointing his revolver at the wall. “I was the one who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.”

Matthias stepped forward, before anyone reacted to sharpshooter's words, his expression serious. “We need to figure out who's been leaking our plans to Antoon. This could be dangerous for all of us.”

“I agree,” Nina added. “We need to find out who's been betraying us and deal with them.”

Wylan's voice piped up, “What if we set a trap?”

Kaz nodded, considering the idea.

“We could feed different information to each member of the Dregs and see which version gets back to someone who will claim to be Beudeker now. That way, we'll know who we can trust and who we can't,” you suggested.

Nina grinned. “I like it. And if we catch the traitor, we can make an example out of them.”

Jesper's eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I'll provide the entertainment.”

Matthias shook his head. “No, Jesper. We can't take the law into our own hands. We'll handle the traitor according to our own rules, but we won't kill them.”

Jesper shrugged, disappointed but not arguing. “But killing is our rule, Helvar.”

Matthias's expression darkened, but before he could reply, Kaz spoke up. “That's enough. We're not discussing this any further. We need to focus on finding the leak first, not arguing about how to deal with them.”

Jesper and Matthias both looked at Kaz, but neither of them said anything. The silence in the room was heavy with tension, and you could sense the frustration emanating from Jesper and the anger radiating from Matthias. Kaz's tone had effectively shut down the conversation, but you knew that it was far from over.

“We'll start investigating tomorrow,” Kaz's voice filled the room again. “For now, let's all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

As Kaz's words faded away, the tension in the room dissipated, and everyone began to go their separate ways. You hesitated, still reeling from the events of the evening, unsure of what to do next.

Sensing your unease, Kaz approached you, his expression serious but not unkind. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice low. “But we have a job to do, and we can't afford to let our emotions cloud our judgment. I need you to be focused tomorrow, do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling a bit guilty for today’s argument. “Yes. I'll be ready,” you replied, determined to not let him down.

Kaz gave you a small nod of approval before turning to leave. You watched him go, listening to the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the panels. The weight of his words settling on your shoulders. It was true that you couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way of the investigation, but it was easier said than done. The events of the evening had shaken you to your core, and you weren't sure if you could push them aside so easily. Life in Ketterdam has been hard, but never before has such danger reached you directly.

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to your room, hoping that a good night's rest would help clear your mind.

You were surprised to find the Antoon's spy so easily, feeling foolish for not discovering it sooner. Despite the setback, the mood in the Crow Club remained peaceful as the days passed. The seventh of you sat together, planning your next move and gossiping about Ketterdam's richest people. Kaz seemed more relaxed than usual, and even Jesper and Matthias were on their best behavior, seemingly content to simply enjoy the moment of peace.

As the night wore on and the group's conversation continued to flow, you couldn't help but notice Kaz's eyes on you. You caught his gaze a few times, and each time you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. It was a feeling you had been trying to ignore for a while now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing day.

As you turned to look at Jesper, who was recounting a funny story, you noticed Kaz's expression change slightly. It was a subtle shift, but you could tell he was suddenly distant, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, Kaz stood up and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around at the others, confused, but they simply shrugged and continued their conversation. You followed Kaz up the dimly lit hallway to his office.

Once inside, Kaz closed the door and motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling a bit nervous. Kaz took a seat opposite you, resting his cane on the desk, right next to the chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his desk.

His expression was serious, but not unkind. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice low. “I've noticed that things between us have been a bit... different lately.”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Different how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I think you know what I mean,” he replied, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was talking about. “Kaz, I...” you began, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of the situation,” he said, his tone even, then he paused for a moment. “You know, Y/N. I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to care for someone. To really care for someone,” he looked directly at you, his eyes intense, emphasizing the weight of his words. “And I've come to the conclusion that there's no one I care for more than you.”

You were completely taken aback by Kaz's words. You had never heard him express his feelings so openly before. Your heart raced as you searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but you found none. You were overcome with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.

His heart sank as he watched you gaze at Jesper with a look of admiration and affection earlier, even if you two were just friends. It was then that he realized how deeply in love with you he truly was. He had been trying to ignore his feelings for you for so long, but seeing you look at someone else with such tenderness was too much to bear.

Kaz carefully chose his words, wanting to express his feelings without being too direct. “I've been thinking about our friendship,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I value our bond more than anything else in the world, and I want to make sure that nothing ever comes between us.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked genuinely confused by Kaz's sudden openness.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost uncomfortable, “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you know how much you mean to me,” Kaz said, his eyes meeting yours. “There's no one else I trust or care for more than you, Y/N.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity and depth of emotion behind them. You knew that he was a man of few words, and when he spoke, it was always with a purpose. It was hard to reconcile this Kaz with the cold and distant one you had grown accustomed to over the years.

You couldn't help but feel that there was an underlying message in Kaz's words, something that he wasn't explicitly stating. Your intuition was telling you that there was more to the story than what he had let on. You couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss.

“Kaz,” you began, your voice hesitant. “Is there something else you want to tell me? Something that you're not saying?”

Kaz's expression remained neutral, but you could sense a hint of discomfort in his demeanor. You knew that he wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised that he was hesitant to open up to you completely.

“I've said what I needed to say,” Kaz replied, his voice flat. “There's nothing more to it.”

His reply felt like a dead end, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You knew that he was a complex person, with layers that even you couldn't fully comprehend, but you couldn't shake off the sense that he was still holding something back. Nonetheless, you tried to put on a brave face and show your gratitude for his honesty.

“Okay,” you said, rising from your seat. “I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Our friendship means the world to me too, Kaz.” You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but you knew that you needed to be patient and let him come to you when he was ready.

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sin-sidejob · 1 year

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Give me jealous possessive JR/Andre/Gigi/Robotus or give me DEATH

Inside Job — Jealous

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, canon adherent material from a mature show, jealousy, possessiveness, semi public sex, exhibition, etc

Content: bossy, bitchy, deep-state employees. When they feel jealous or insecure about others giving them attention in a way they don't really care for. Some are more dramatic and others suaver, also some more bitchy.

A/N: my, my, bossy aren’t we? Headcanons below for JR Scheimpough, Andre Lee, Gigi Thompson, and Robotus Alpha Beta, enjoy!

Robotus Alpha Beta:

- hates feeling emotions and hates feeling jealous even more, looming around like your sulky, petty, violent shadow who glares at everyone who gives you a once-over

- AB hates humanity but he’s learning to tolerate it through first hand experience and exposure, via the coworkers, and love it through you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not eager to snap a spine like a Ticonderoga #2 pencil.

- there’s one moment in particular where you actually got the first glimpse of him getting jealous, a holiday party when someone gets in a little to close and starts complimenting the fabric of your jacket while rolling it between their fingers. Before you can even say anything, you feel a weight all too familiar coil around your waist and warmth press against your back, lips leaning down to press at your temple while eyes glowing a bit ominously are locked upon the person before you, some poor bastard from accounting.

- “forgive me for interrupting,” Alpha Beta drawls suave and calm, sizing the person up from behind you knowing you could handle everything yourself, but enjoying the moment of being able to show off what’s his and his alone, “I just wanted to rejoin my dearest’s side. Quite immaculate, aren’t they?” He doesn’t waste time listening to the shaky response from the person before you and rather seems content just staring at you, focusing on your presence and spotting you glance up at him with a coy smile hidden behind the lip of your drink.

- You don't even look at the person in front of you, not interested in the slightest meanwhile AB is staring them down with a small, earnest little smirk until they leave, lurking behind like your personal, protective shadow.

- "Can I grab you a refill?" He asks, noting your now empty drink as he moves out from behind you and before you, taking you in as you lean against the unoccupied side of the bar, grinning up at him with a proud yet amused smirk. "What's the look for?"

- "Oh nothing," you drawl, smiling all the while and unable to wipe it off your face as you stare up at him, noting his hand still on your waist, "just finding your possessive streak endearing."

- "Endearing, huh?" Alpha-beta mirrors, leaning in a bit closer and making your head tilt up a tad as he watches your eyes lower to peer up at him beneath thick lashes, "Seeing you act all protective and domineering, possessive, its cute." Alpha-beta arches a brow, taking in your expression idly. "Cute? I'm not cute - I'm a homicidal machine bent on destroying humanity."

- "The only thing you've been destroying lately is me," you talk over and ignore his guffaw, enjoying the petulant scoff, "and its former homicidal machine bent on destroying humanity, now you just kill for fun. That makes it a pastime."

- "It doesn't. You know damn well that's incorrect." He immediately buts back, eyes half-lidded but still unable to give up his need to be right, "Oh I do, it's just funnier to get you all pent up, you fuck harder that way."

- "I'm getting you another drink and the second you finish it, I'm taking you home and you won't leave the house until Monday on legs so shaky its as if you're impersonating a newborn deer."

- "You've never been hotter." You tease and kiss his cheek as he takes your glass while passing by you, grabbing you a refill of your drink of choice and standing with his back to you at the bar, smiling up at the mirror that allows him to see you staring right at him from behind.

- He has no worry about losing you to another, knowing you well enough by now, but any little what-if gets clouded over by how you look at him, even when you think he can't see. Alpha-Beta adds it to the files, under that folder of reminders of how much you love him when he needs to remind himself.

JR Scheimpough:

- he’s whiny and pathetic — and you love him for it, the way he’s just a little bit of a bitch — but there are some things he just won’t stand for, like seeing others try and take what’s his. Including you. That man’s backbone has never been more prominent than in those moments, and he uses all of those well crafted aspects of speech and persuasion he’s accumulated over the years, and will indeed pick apart whoever it is with words until they’re nothing but bones.

- JR has a tendency to show you off, have you at his side and brag and boast about you and your talents, accomplishments, personality, and more. He doesn’t wield you like a trophy or a prize but rather pays tribute to you and presents you forth in front of others to illustrate just how much of a catch you are, and just how taken he is with you.

- so when a former colleague eyes you up and starts to lean in, JR abandons his conversation suavely and swiftly in order to weave through people to reach you. He slinks nearby, melting into crowds and peoples shadows while watching as this person tries to get closer to you. The moment he does see red is when their hand tries to touch you and you brush it away, stepping back, but they try to force their hands onto your waist.

- “There you are darling,” he spots the flicker in your eyes, noting the relief in your body and the way you immediately lean into him when he comes up, “was just talking about you to some coworkers over there then realized I had lost you — oh!” JR turns and addresses the person before the both of you, doing that salesman grin and extending his hand. “Hello, I didn’t recognize you for a second, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” JR segways brilliantly, an arm wrapped around your waist low and comfortable and he feels you press at his side, seeking him out and he wishes he came around sooner or just hung around you the whole night.

- the two stare each other down as JR shakes their hand, smiling in a grin that seems earnest yet as fake as the pristine demeanors and character junior league women have with their pearls and prejudice. “Pleasure to see you — lovely partner you’ve got, how long have you two been together? You can wink if you want out.” They chide, nodding at you and mocking your very real relationship, and both JR’s grip on your waist tightens as does your grip on the back of his jacket, gut already at a low and continuing to plummet the longer you’re around the person before you.

- “For a while now, several years actually.” JR responds first, nodding down to you and catching your eye, getting a small yet truly earnest smile out of you, him matching before glowering at the person before you. “Our anniversaries in about a month or so.” He adds, patting your waist affectionately in a blatant look what you’ll never get to touch moment.

- “Oh congratulations then, best of luck you two.” They say before departing, disappearing into the crowd and you breathe an audible sigh of relief which JR feels responsible for, smoothing his hand over your rib cage and kissing at your temple, “M’sorry I wasn’t here, wish I could off that fucker.”

- “there’s always the assassination button.” You muse idly, letting him hold you close and smiling against his lips when he leans in to kiss you, eagerly meeting his touch and wrapping an arm around his neck to lace over his shoulder, lingering as he makes all the occupants in the room disappear, just him and you in a moment.

- “have I mentioned how much I love you and the way you think?” JR jokes, squeezing at your side and eliciting a little chirp he grins against, mouth ghosting over yours in a blatant, overly intimate display of affection. You shake your head, blinking at him beneath lashes and he watches as your grin forms, the hand at his back splaying across his shoulder while the other plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, sending a shudder rolling through his spine all the way down to the tailbone.

- “you may have said something, but I’m more than open to hearing more from you, if that’s quite alright Mr. Scheimpough?” Teasing, you slide the hand over his shoulder and to rest on his chest to tug at his tie, feeling him melt under your touch and his body turning to moldable clay, ready for the heat of your touch to break him or make him. “There’s nothing I’d like more.” JR breathes, hand in hand as he lets you lead him out the building towards home, or more likely, the back of the car.

Gigi Thompson:

- you think she’s gotten to where she is while letting insecurities bloom? No way. But she will cut a bitch should they touch what’s hers. Gigi doesn’t like feeling lesser than anyone, and she knows she isn’t, she’s incredible at her job and immensely talented, creative, cunning, and drop dead gorgeous. It’s why she holds you so highly in respect with how you’re all that and more. Which is why she’s the only one who gets to have you.

- The two of you had went out, finally managing a date night after a series of cancelled plans from work hijinks and shenanigans, finding yourselves at a club and hidden away in corners and booths all to your lonesome, Gigi working her magic to get you into all the hottest and most lucrative places. You had finished your glass and saw she was about to finish hers, offering to head to the bar to get refills and kissing her in a brief little see you later kiss, feeling her gloss transfer and glitter slide upon your mouth. She thinks it’s a look.

- upon making your way to the bar, you skirt through bodies of people and finally make it, waiting for the bartender to make their way through and finally reach you. You reorder Gigi’s drink and get some ice water for yourself, feeling a bit hot in the packed room. While waiting on Gigi’s drink, you sip away at your own and lean against the bar, throwing Gigi a wink from across the floor which she rolls her eyes at, smiling regardless and sending her own back.

- Gigi’s drink takes a while, one of the liquor bottles empty and another bartender needs to step away and pull out a bottle from the back. You wave a hand, smiling and assuring it’s fine, giving basic courtesy. Now sitting at the bar, you pull out your phone and respond to a few texts idly, looking up when someone talks to you, an “Excuse me?” makes you Loft your head up to find someone standing beside you, looking at you expectantly.

- “Hello?” You offer, brows furrowed and eyes squinted, confused and a bit irritated already. “Oh — you didn’t hear me then. I just asked what your name was.” You just stare, dead into this poor fuck’s soul and blink, sipping at your drink. Refusing to speak, you just glare and wait for them to leave you be so you can grab your girlfriends drink and return to her side. “Okay, so no to that then.” They trail off, sitting beside you and ignoring the blatant hints you keep dropping about wanting to be left the fuck alone.

- “So, what brings you here?” Comes their latest attempt at prodding you to speak more, their head tilted and mouth smiling, assuming you’ll give in and just tell them all about yourself. Fuck that. “Damn, what’s got you all bent out of shape? Here to nurse a breakup or some shit?” Your eyes lower to slits, glaring harshly ahead at the mirrored reflection of the bar towards the persons head, wishing you could make their skull explode with your mind.

- at another silence, they seem to get fed up, growing irritated and irate. “Oh c’mon, how stuck up are you?” Your eye twitches. “Can’t even respond—“ They’re cut off, and you feel a familiar weight lay across your shoulder and Gigi’s perfume meets your nose. You grin at the bastard across from you, knowing his fate has now been decided by a much more merciless and cutthroat person than yourself.

- “Can’t you even take a hint, with your pathetic nosy ass trying to play twenty questions with a taken person.” Gigi drawls, nails drumming against your shoulder and you peer up at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she pauses for the drama of it all — god you love this woman. “Move on, you waste of actual air and space, before I shove my fresh manicure down your throat and extricate that useless spine of yours and make it a backscratcher.”

- as expected, they leave, rapidly in fact and abandoning a wallet you loot and steal the ID from, passing it to Gigi who places a call to get the shithead disappeared. She sits and takes their seat at the bar, her purse and your things in hand as she places a hand on your thigh comfortingly, thumb rolling circles and shapes into you. “You okay?” She asks softly, meeting your eyes and you smile, patting her hand and squeezing it once, twice. “I’m fine, and besides, it was fun watching you. Look so hot doing that.”

- Gigi beams, laughing as she rests her elbow against the bar, cheek in her palm as she stares at you, her other hand on your thigh still and tracing shapes idly, just glad to be close to you and keep you close. “It’s better than when you let me grab drinks, you knocked some random fucker out last time.” She starts, smirking at your sudden frustration that she evokes. “Hey! You know that dim-dicked motherfucker deserved it — and how was I supposed to know his cheek couldn’t handle my fist through it.”

- you’re about to justify your actions when Gigi’s drink is finally poured before you both, slid into her awaiting hands and you lose track of thought once you see her take it in hand and the slow drag of her throat as she swallows a sip, the print of her lipstick against the glass. “Fuck — what was I saying.” You burst out, brows furrowed again in honest confusion and she laughs, squeezing your thigh, and you realize you honestly couldn’t care less.

Andre Lee:

- there’s two sides to the jealousy, proudly watching as you dismiss people and their attempts at sweeping you off your feet and pointing to him wherever he is with an earnest grin and wave, him waving back being fully assured that you’re his and his alone.

- there’s the additional side that’s possessive as hell and knows you’re a catch, and Andre’s insecure and doesn’t want to lose one of the best things that’ve ever happened to him. So the second he can, he pulls you aside to fuck you like a jackrabbit in the nearest room and make sure whichever person — or people — that were interested get to hear you cry out for him as he brings you to the brink of orgasm over and over, the only one getting to see you like that and taste so good on his lips.

- Andre’s in the middle of conversing with Gigi and Brett across the room and see some little shit try and slide up while you’re alone, watching as your smile grows awkward and eyes scan for him, then secure on the person before you as you scoff at something and close down your body language. Your back straightens and eyes dim to leers as you stare down the person before you, and Andre’s already biting his lip while Brett catches he’s not paying attention, turning his head to his line of sight and clueing in Gigi, who both roll her eyes and smiles while taking a sip of her cosmo.

- “Go on and save them before they break that bitches neck,” Gigi suggests, smiling and promoting Brett to nod along, smiling too. Andre just shakes his head a fraction, a small grin of his own on as he finishes the end of his drink, tossing out the cup before nodding his head in your general direction.

- “But where’s the fun in that — just wait a sec’ then they’ll ditch ‘em. That’s when I come in.” Andre muses, already excited and thrumming for what’s to happen next, the routine so constant he’s nearly blessed with a Pavlovian response in how he knows what’s to occur soon. He can practically taste you on his lips anyhow, and he’s jittery, like a wound up toy aching to be let go to putter around.

- and they all watch as, sure enough, you send the poor bastard with their tail tucked between their legs and scurrying away, ego and pride demolished in your presence as you brandish a evil little smirk and swipe your lips across the edge of your glass and finish it. Andre rolls his sleeves with an equally evil little giggle before he approaches, watching as you lick up a stray drop from your beverage away as it lingered at the bottom of your lip, turning to him with a pouty mouth and lidded, heady eyes.

- “and there you are.” You marvel, adjusting so he can sit at the bar stool beside you and lean in close, placing a brief, take peck at your lips that you cast aside in efforts to bite at his mouth, letting him taste your drink off your tongue. “Julep?”

- “close, was a mojito.” You chime, nose nudging his in a disgustingly cute manner before you lean back, lips glossed now in his spit. He loves how it looks on you. “Nice try though.” You murmur, sparing him a glance as you fish out bills from your wallet and pay your shared tab, smacking his hand away when he tries to pay — you nearly growl and he tries so hard not to laugh.

- as you paid, Andre turns and locks eyes with the fucker that tried to talk you up and flips him off with a cheery, eat shit smile before you can turn around. He feigns nonchalance but you see through it anyhow, shoving your receipt in the bag and taking his hand before walking out to the exit hall and quickly drag him into the bathrooms — slinking in and dragging him by his tie as you step backwards so he presses you against the sink.

- Andre helps you up, mouthing at your jaw as you paw and nudge at his belt, managing to unbuckle it as his slide your own bottoms down and underwear too, teasing you with eager hands as you moan out, head angled and resting against the mirror. He works quickly, shucking his pants down to his mid thighs where they bunch so he can fuck his fist then grind against you, sending your belly clenching and hips swiveling, eager for friction.

- and if that poor bastard happened to try and use the restroom, peek in just a fraction, they’d see Andre jackhammering into you and his bright, devilish smirk meet their eyes in the mirror reflection. His form covered the expanse of yours, keeping you covered but leaving your face exposed, eyes wide shut as you cry his name and praise him and his skill over and over, turning into a puddle from his ministrations and sending the bastard running — Andre considers it a win.

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Jake x newscaster 80s AU that’s it

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

"You're a real slimeball, you know that?"

"Oh, darlin'. I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Jake really isn't in a position to be cocky right now.

But if you've learned one thing about this hunk of man that is owned and operated by the government, it's that he finds a way to surprise you every single time. He makes you dizzy: conversations taking random left turns when he goes from chatting about the weather to telling you about how close he came to dying that one time, showing up to the busy newsroom with a bouquet of flowers in his flight-suit just to embarrass you, and showing up at your front door well past midnight tipsy and pink-lipped and lovesick.

You stare at him, your arms crossed and your teeth sunken into your bottom lip. Dammit if he doesn't look fucking gorgeous right now, splayed out on your new leather sofa with his legs spread and his eyes glassy. His hair is a touch too long--you wonder how he gets away with it in the Navy--and he has a thick mustache above his upper lip that feels particularly good on the delicate skin of your thighs.

But no--you have to stay strong. You're supposed to be mad at him--well, you are mad at him. You argued, and you always argue but this one got a little bit ugly, just before you were going to have sex and then he stormed out. That was a couple hours ago. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been upset; not just because you lacked that sweet relief from the orgasms only he's able to give you apparently, but because you didn't like to be mad at him. Not that you would ever admit that.

You two, for all intents and purposes, are in something between committed and non-committed. No labels (which was your stipulation) and no expectations. It's mainly physical, which does both of you well since you both have jobs that keep perpetual knots in your shoulders.

"So, what? You think you can call me a vulture and leave me hanging and then come crawling back and expect me to forgive you?"

He's grinning now--God, he's unbelievably pretty when he's drunk. You're not in the habit of calling boys pretty. But dammit if he isn't just beautiful. You need to stay strong, though--you square your shoulders and purse your lips, tilting your head.

He's laying on your couch like he bought the damn thing, acting like he didn't leave you high and dry (and horny) a few hours ago. He shrugs.

"Didn't crawl," he just says, batting his lashes at you. "You want me to, darlin'?"

"You're really a cretin, Jake. I mean it. Bottom of the barrel."

You want to hurt him--really, you do. He hurt your feelings earlier; because even if you would never admit it to him, you care about what he thinks. You're not immune to insults from the man that you bought a fucking diaphragm for.

Jake seems to take every single syllable you utter in stride, his grin spreading, his aspen-colored eyes absolutely shining in the low light of your living room. Every insult you throw his way just induces a maniacal sort of amusement that holds all his perfect features--you hate that it's making your stomach twist with excitement. You can't help that your body is just reacting to him; you've been fucking for somewhere around a year and a half, seeing him nearly every night and certainly every weekend. You know him well enough to get turned on merely by the scent of his minty breath or by his hand on the small of your back.

"What can I do to make you forgive me? Hm? Give it to me straight, darlin', I can handle it."

As if to prove just how much he can handle it, he sits up a little straighter, mockingly saluting you. You're shaking your head at him, eyes impossibly narrowed, when his pink tongue darts out to lazily lick his lips. And oh--fuck. That went straight to your core, heat pooling there, something twitching to life that couldn't be revived by your hand or vibrator alike a few hours ago.

But no--you have the upper-hand here. He insulted your journalistic integrity, he stormed out, and he came back drunk and sorry. The ball is in your court.

"Tell me what I wanna know."

He groans, throwing his head back, rolling his eyes.

"Can't," he says, exasperated.

But you have your ways--you didn't get your spot on the evening news by taking words like no and can't at face-value.

"I'll cut you a deal, pal."

This piques his interest--he peers at you from his thick lashes and gives a minute nod of his head. Go on.

Bingo.

"For every thing you tell me, I'll take off one piece of clothing."

You've got his attention now. His neck immediately stiffens as he snaps to attention, his face pinched in concentration as his eyes wash over you. You weren't expecting him to come back, so you've got on wool socks and a big sweatshirt and biker shorts. It's more than you would usually wear in his presence, which is usually nothing at all.

"You've got a lotta clothing on," he says. Your heart jumps. He's not saying no.

You shrug, carefully moving your hair from your shoulder so he can look at that place on your neck that he likes to suckle on when he's buried deep inside you. You're playing coy like you don't know that you're driving him wild, like you don't see him subtly adjusting the crotch of his pants.

"I've got a lot of questions, flyboy."

He debates this. Jake really shouldn't be answering any of your questions. Things have been good between the two of you for as long as you've been doing whatever the fuck you're doing. But it got sticky for the first time tonight when you told him that you were assigned a story about an Admiral on his base that has been accused of bribery.

He knows he should say no. He should really, really say no.

But he keeps thinking about your face when he said it: "You're a fuckin' vulture, sweetheart. A real piece of work." He had never seen you deflate before. You were always oozing grace and professionalism--you were the kind of person that made him want to fix his posture, the kind of person that kept him on his toes, kept him in check. But when he said that, all of that faded. You were standing across the room in your silk robe and you stumbled in your stillness when he spat that at you. Your cheeks immediately flooded, your eyes immediately went glassy and big, your lips twisted in just plain hurt. He couldn't take it, looking at his hellfire lady like that, so he did what he does when things get real: he left. He left and he went to the bar and groaned through a few games of pool and drank too much and thought about the slump in your shoulders--and before he knew it, he was drunk, guilty, and standing at your front door past midnight.

So now he's looking at you, at your tense jaw and that smile tugging at your pretty lips and the straightness of your shoulders, and he knows suddenly that he's going to give you whatever you ask for. He's only a man after all; how could he deny you what you want so badly.

He at least pretends to mull over it, tilting his head this way and that, stroking his mustache--which makes you roll your eyes--before he finally sighs.

"I'll bite," he says.

You grin.

"What actions have been taken against Admiral Cane since the accusations came to light?"

Jake licks his lips, shaking his head. He can't help the chuckle that tumbles off his lips. You're ruthless--but dammit if he doesn't fucking love that about you.

You stare at him expectantly, watching his eyes drawl up and down your body, lingering on the swell of your breasts beneath your sweatshirt.

"Not wasting any time, huh?"

You shake your head.

"No, I'll leave that up to you."

It sends a shiver down his spine. Fuck, he loves that you can give it right back to him. You have a quick wit and no filter, which is why you're so good at your job and why he's so enamored with you.

"Admiral Cane has been on voluntary lead following the accusations--AKA, he gets to hang out in his big-ass house while his lawyers scramble to build a case."

You grin. This case has the potential to really take your career to the next level; you've always wanted to work on something as serious and paramount as this. You don't want to report on the Brat Pack and dog parks forever.

"Good boy," you say, leaning down and taking your sock off.

He groans--partly because those words falling from your lips went straight to his cock and partly because he wants those pants off and thrown away right now.

But then you're standing there right before him, only your glass coffee table separating you. You're washed in the low light of your living room, your hair mussed even with the silk pillowcases you use. You're wearing pajamas he knows you wouldn't be wearing if he had stayed, only one wool sock on your cute little feet that are usually always in stilettos. You're smiling at him again--and frankly he was worried for a second that the had fucked up permanently and you'd never give him that camera-ready grin ever again--and your eyes are shining with interest and curiosity. You don't look at all like you do the evening news with your hair big and curly, with a smart blazer with big shoulder pads. You just look like you; and that makes Jake soften entirely. But it also makes him throb with want. So he decides right then and there: he'll tell you whatever you wanna know.

"Admiral Cane was the only one the DA brought charges against. Should he be?"

He sighs. It's gonna be a long, long night. But if you keep looking at him like that, it'll be worth it.

"Hey, kid," he says suddenly.

Your heart stutters--he only calls you kid when he's gonna say something serious. You try not to show that he's immediately induced a wave of nausea in your body, tilting your head.

"Not gonna answer the question?" You tease.

He smiles softly, shrugging.

"I'm sorry. About what I said earlier--I don't think you're a vulture. Not at all, really," he says. He's being earnest, you can tell. He's sitting up just a bit straighter, his eyes soft. But then he sinks back into the couch with a smirk. "I'll tell you what I think--but the sweatshirt comes off, darlin'. Understood?"

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if you liked this, consider checking out my Jake x You story!

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toxicbrothel · 3 months

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brothel sleepover 💕

pic by @iamasaddie 💕

This is for any fandom I've written in.

Submit a point of view (POV) pic or gif to @toxicbrothel, and I'll post a blurb or ficlet describing the scene from the point of view of a character.

No text or emoji hints - I'll sense the POV and characters 🔮

Keep the POV factor in mind. If the pic is not great for POV or I'm blanking on how to do it, it might not get answered for this event. There can only be so many voyeurs 😅. Examples under the cut.

Please feel free to use any body type/ethnicity if someone in the pic is standing in for reader.

I'll prioritize the ones that come most naturally / fit my mood, but all participation is encouraged! (Full for this one, but will do again in a few weeks)

If you want to submit more than one option you can, but depending on overall volume, I might only choose one.

Characters I assign could be any universe/fandom I've written in.

Length varies. May be just a paragraph..

Masterlist from last time (now with links)

Lmk if your time zone or something else delays your submission. Also lmk if you wanna be tagged next time.

POV image means I can write from the physical perspective of a main character instead of needing to use a voyeur, mirror, etc. A few examples: In the first one, it's like slasher is ripping my tights. Second, it's like Carter is sitting very close to me (heyo). Third, it's like I'm coming in the room and find raider joel like this.

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Non-POV examples - the "camera" is not looking through the eyes of either person involved. It doesn't feel like I'm involved in whatever's going on in the pic. I would need to write from the perspective of a voyeur, bystander, etc.:

This can work! especially if the pic is in public where a third person could see it. But it most likely wouldn't be spicy or these would get repetitive.

#brothel sleepover 💕#200 follower celebration

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lec743 · 1 month

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Thank you for the suggestions @mysticboombox @laurzzz @yukiphobia24 @dreamer-21 @phoenixdaneko @spaciebabie @house-full-of-spiders @meatholf @ninnosaurus @sketch-mer-6195 @sketched-monkei Yall are wonderful

#art #for fun #200 follower celebration #thank you all for the fun

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 1 year

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Hi Phie! Congratulations on 200 followers, you deserve all the love! 🥰 I’d like to request prompts 12 and 39 (if I can do two; if not, you can pick which one! No worries!) for Commander Cody (shocker lol) x fem!reader :)

Thank you so much, and congrats again!!

MOLLY!!! This took me so long, I'm so sorry!! (I have another request to complete that I haven't even started yet, but ANYWAY)

Um,,,, this is not a drabble lol. it's a lot longer. It's also more angsty than I intended but I had fun with it tbh 😅

SO!!

Love & War. Cody x f!reader

prompts: 12. "By the gods, you love her, don't you?" (altered to *Maker,...) & 39. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"

warnings: alcohol, slight angst, not beta'd

words: ~2k

summery: Cody gets a talking to from his brothers and has a realisation.

I'm gonna tag @softsunburstlove since I know Nova's currently keenly interested in anything Cody.

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Taking another sip from his drink, Cody sighed as he looked across the bar. His brothers were dancing, talking, drinking. Having a good time. Meanwhile, he stuck to his far corner, drinking in silence. It had been... a long week. With the relentless death of war and the mounts of paperwork and planning and strategy meetings...

But that wasn't the thing stealing Cody's sleep. His mind had been on you. It was always on you. Ever since the day the two of you met.

But he was the Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and they were in the middle of a war. He couldn't allow himself any distractions. Thinking of the work he accomplished this week though, and the quality of it, he had to consider the fact that that ship might've sailed.

So he sighed, and he took another sip, and suddenly Wolffe, Gree, Fox and Rex were taking a seat across from him. So much for a quiet evening.

"Been looking for you, brother," Gree started, taking a sip from his own drink. "You been hiding from us?"

"Not at all," Cody replied lamely. One look at Rex told him that he'd seen right through him. Truthfully, he didn't expect to be able to lie to Rex. The man himself couldn't lie his way out of a paperbag, but he was quite discerning when it came to his brothers. Though seeing as he ran the 501st, he likely had to be.

"Really? So you're just hanging out in the far corner of the bar, all by yourself, because you wanted us to find you?" Rex fired back.

"Rex," Cody said slowly, in a tone his brother knew all to well.

Rex relented right away, knowing better than to push him. He knew Cody was a smart man. But he also knew he tended to overthink things. That did mean he was always prepared for any possible outcome. It just... took him a while to get there. And Rex certainly understood the importance of thinking this through well enough.

Wolffe, however, was much more blunt than Rex. And much more curious. And he didn't necessarily care about pushing a bit too hard.

"Codes," he began, and was immediately interrupted.

"Don't call me Codes," Cody said, far too quickly. His statement was met with complete disregard.

"If you have a problem, I'd suggest you talk to your vode. Pushing us away and hiding in some corner isn't gonna get you anywhere, vod."

Cody tapped the side of his cup. Wolffe made an excellent point. Talking to his brothers was usually the way he solved the toughest problems. And when they couldn't be solved? His brothers would buy the rounds until they were. He could always count on them.

But thinking of you now? Of your deep eyes, and your beautiful smile and your loving hands touching his body, caressing away the horrors of the war?

Sharing that felt like giving a piece of it up. Telling anyone at all would feel like it wasn't his, and his alone anymore.

Cody realised it was childish, seeing as Rex had already put two and two together. Not exactly a difficult equation either, seeing as he disappeared for conspicuous amounts of time every few days. And that one time you were at 79's with your friends and you caught his eye across the room and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. Rex had been right beside him to witness it all. He was grateful that his brother clearly hadn't spoken a word about it, but it did also mean that now that he was having doubts the choice of telling them was his alone too.

Cody sighed deeply, still studying the liquid inside the glass. "It's complicated..."

"Ah," Fox began, nodding knowingly, "it's a girl."

Cody scoffed, looking off to the side. His brothers knew him a tad bit too well.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, leaning over to smack Cody's arm. "And what girl wields enough power to have the Marshall Commander this out of sorts?"

He looked up from his glass briefly to address his brother. "We...," he cleared his throat. "We met shortly after the second Battle of Geonosis."

Wolffe scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Piece of advice, maybe don't try to make a living as a story-teller after the war."

After the war. He'd heard that phrase a lot lately. From you of course. How you'd buy them a house on some back water planet after the war. How you two would start a family after the war. How after the war all would be well. How he could rest after the war.

"Geonosis? That's almost a year ago now, isn't it?" Rex asked, realising that he didn't know as much of the full picture as he once thought.

"Yeah," Cody confirmed. He'd been counting the days since he met you. Wanting to savour every last one of them, knowing that every tally mark on the side of his bunk could be the last.

"So you've been with this girl for...?" Rex trailed off.

"Does it matter?" Cody shot back. Then he threw back the last of his drink and looked out into the crowd again. Gree had brought a bottle of whiskey with him. He quickly filled Cody's cup again, receiving a grateful nod, however, unaccompanied with his usually warm smile.

The others exchanged worried looks, silently communicating what they were all thinking; Cody wasn't himself right now. Something must've happened.

"So a girl," Fox began, always the political one, "A girl you've been with for a while. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, no," he cleard his throat again. "Yeah, it's great," he said, unconvincingly.

"Okay, how'd you screw it up?" Wolffe asked.

"I didn't!" Cody shot back. Too quickly to keep up his detachment. He deflated then, admitting to the fact that he'd lost. "I didn't screw anything up. Neither did she. Everything's been great for a long time."

"Then what's the problem?" Gree asked.

"It's... she takes it as a promise. Something I can keep. Like my surviving the war this long means that we have a future where I don't need to sneak around, lie to all my superiors and brothers and...," he trailed off, emotion swelling in his chest. Damn, how much had he had today? "I know I can't give her what she wants. I can barely keep it up now."

"If it's more trouble than its worth why not just break it off?" Wolffe offered, always the pragmatic one.

Rex shot him an angry look, but Cody understood their brother. He and Wolffe had always been a bit more... detached than the others. Rex didn't date a lot but when he met someone he liked he was head over heels before the first date was over. He couldn't help it, he just felt that deeply.

Cody certainly felt deeply for you but... something permanent? He'd never had that. War would never provide him with consistency. He had accepted that but he wasn't sure you understood that. How could you? You were a civilian. The sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful civilian he has ever met. But this part of him, you would never fully grasp. He accepted that too. At least he thought he did. But lately, more and more, it was like there was a war going on inside of him. His emotions going haywire all the time and he didn't even know why. And more and more, the center of his thoughts, his feelings, his plans... was you. But that wasn't realistic. That wasn't how this was going to end. Right?

When Cody still didn't speak, didn't even look at them Wolffe's eyes widened and he spoke the words Rex was silently begging him to swallow. "Maker, you love her, don't you?"

He might've choked on his drink. "I... what do you... I'm not... I can't," he sputtered in-between coughing.

When he managed to crack his eyes open again, the entire table was looking at him with identical grins. Even Rex, the little shit.

But damn, if it wasn't the truth. The truth he had been too stubborn to admit. The truth that, at it's core, might not have been as scary as it sounded in his mind. Still scary but... there were worse things, right? Right.

The one thing Cody did know for sure is that the rest of this conversation wasn't going to be conducted with his brothers. He quickly jumped up and mumbled "Excuse me."

****

It was late when he knocked on your door. Usually he comm.s first. Just as a curtesy. He's like that. A little uptight, but always with a warm and kind heart behind it.

So you're quite surprised when he shows up out of nowhere smelling of whiskey and smoke and 79's. But you've had worse surprises.

You smile, a bit of concern glimmering in your eyes.

"Cody? Hey, sweetie, is everything okay?"

You remember the last time he showed up like this. It was after a tough mission. The Citadel, you vaguely remember.

Next thing you know he's grabbing your hips and pressing his lips against yours. You're taken aback now, this is totally new. He'd never been that assertive. Always kind, gentle, caring, loving. This wasn't him. There was a new... hunger in him.

You pull away quickly, not because you don't want him to kiss you but because you're worried. When you search his eyes, you see tears in them.

"Hey, hey," you coo gently, cupping his face. "What happened? Who did we lose?"

"No one," he chokes out, shaking his head. He then pulls you close again, burying his face in your hair.

You're still standing in the door, for all your neighbours to see. You couldn't care less.

"Tell me what's going on, love," you whisper into his ear. "What happened?"

He takes a shaky breath to steady himself and walks the two of you inside more, shutting the door behind him.

"I never told you," he says, his voice still impossibly strained.

You grow nervous now. Was he keeping secrets from you? Was there...?

"What do you mean? Is there-?"

He cuts you off. "There's no one else. I just... I never told you... I love you."

A few moments of silence pass and suddenly you're taking a deep breath and a teary smile appears on your face. "That's okay. I always knew. You didn't have to tell me. I could see it. It's okay."

He frowns, his grip on you tightening as he shakes his head, tears threatening to spill. "No, it's not! It's not. I... I should have..."

You cut him off this time. "I have no idea what it's like to be a soldier. But I know that, saying it to you? Knowing that you might not come back next time? It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I didn't mind that you couldn't do it till now. I knew. I always knew."

He heaves a deep sigh, as if a weight fell off his shoulders and leans his forehead on yours, eyes fluttering close. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry I wasn't even trying to search my feelings. I'm sorry I wasn't ready to commit."

You smile a little the softest of laughs escaping you, making him feel like his heart was about to burst. "What you couldn't see in yourself, I always knew was there. I never doubted you. You might not have said it, may not have known it was there. But I knew. That was enough for me."

He shakes his head, a few tears falling from his eyes as his nose brushes against yours. "Cyare. How are you so perfect? So patient with me?"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Because I love you."

He spent the night then, whispering silent promises to you. About love, and the future, of all the two of you would do after the war. But the phrase he said most -- over and over again in fact -- was the one he never thought he'd say to anyone.

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beachylupin · 5 months

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BY THE SEA - 200 follower celebration (until Nov 17)

i can't believe that i've already hit 200 followers! it seems like yesterday that i just started this blog. as a thank you, i wanted to throw a little celebration! anyone is welcome to participate! just pick one of the options below and send it in my ask box! again, from the bottom of my lil heart, thank you, thank you, thank you! <3

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LIGHTHOUSE - send me a headcanon/prompt and a character, and i'll write a little blurb about it (there are great prompts here and here)

SEASHELL - send me a character and a trope/mood/song, and i'll make a little moodboard based on it

COASTLINE - send me a description of yourself and gender preference with a fandom to get shipped with a character

SAND DOLLAR - get to know me better! send me a number from this list

tagging my gorgeous moots: @poguemunson, @lilyevanstruther, @halflifejess, @rinrinslovebot, @spiderfunkz, @vitaminholland, @ginseng-green-tea, @lavendermunson, @silencesscreams, @chocolateforg, @darling-im-wonderstruck, @ttulipwritezz, @goatsmcgee, @scarlettssub, @venuslore, @inklore, @mangomonk, @arizonalovesher, @turvi, @lovings4turn, @loving-and-dreaming, @prongsprincessworld, @lizpottersworld, @ceruleanrainblues, @mystcldydrms, @sleyu, @battymunson, @daisydark, @mangodamochiii, @lilyflxwers, @saintchaser, @wzrd-wheezes, @caseyqdilla, @dwindlinghaze, @stardustmunson

#𓇼 speaks #𓇼 follower celebration #200 follower celebration #200 followers #pls dont flop

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goldenseresinretriever · 5 months

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Welcome to my 200 Follower Celebration, aka our first ever SDD Press Conference!!!

This weekend, Friday, November 10 through Sunday, November 12, the San Diego Dogfighters will be hosting their first ever press conference for you guys! Send in your questions for any of the characters, whether it be players or staff and I’ll do my best to answer them! You can start sending in questions whenever, but I’ll start answering them and kick off the press conference at 4PM CST! Do you want to know about the other team pets, favorite foods, hobbies, etc? Now’s the perfect time to ask! I might even answer the questions as blurbs or drabbles if I feel so inclined 👀

I want to make these a regular event for the SDD universe since it fits the theme so well so here’s hoping y’all enjoy this!

Also shout out to the wonderful @sailor-aviator for making the banner for me and she’s also going to be hosting a press event for her characters tomorrow night so come hang out with us and your favorite characters 💚🩶💛

#SDD press conference #Ruthie’s 200 celebration #200 follower celebration #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #sgs // sdd #snitches get stitches // sdd #you catch more bees with honey // sdd #the long game // sdd #ycmbwh // sdd #tlg // ssd

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winniethewife · 4 months

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Winnie's 200 follower celebration!

Wow! 200 Followers! Neato! Love you all!

In celebration feel free to send me one of these in my ask box:

🌹 Send a character and/or scenario for a 200 word drabble

🩷 Ask Me to rank my top 5 something

🎵 One word association Song rec, give me a word I'll find a song.

🔮 Send me a picture to make a mood board or put your Blorbo in an Orb.

#ask box open #ask game #200 followers #200 follower celebration #winnie answers #winnie does stuff #thank you everyone!#winnie celebrates

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circesoasis · 1 year

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omg i love ur art!!!! could u pls draw jane :3 ??

POV: She made you a cake (you just got pranked so fucking hard)

#homestuck #jane crocker #200 Follower Celebration #Circe’s Posts

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zimbits-my-love · 23 days

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I would love to see Whiskey and Parse together. Congrats!

Thanks!! I've never drawn these two so this was quite fun to make

(my inbox is still open for anyone who hasn’t requested yet, so ask away for my 200 follower celebration!)

#200 follower celebration #I really like this one #my art #omgcp fanart #omgcp #kent parson #connor whisk #whiskent..?

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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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Hiii! Can you do "god, sometimes it's so hard to... to not kiss you, you know?" with Pedro Pascal? Thank you! 🥰 Congratulations on reaching this milestone!

don't stand so close to me # 200 follower special event

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pedro pascal x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warning: it's a fluff but might be slightly suggestive

summary: There's always been an air of excitement surrounding secret relationships.

a/n: hi hello, and thank you!!<33 thank you for joining the event! this piece of writing wasn't supposed to go in the direction it went, but i'm not complaining, y'know. let me tell you, i was giggling while writing the last scenes

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The night sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, each one shining as bright as the next. Hollywood was bustling with life and excitement, as the highly anticipated Academy Awards was underway. You never imagined being part of such a grand event, as you often preferred the comfort of your own home while watching it on TV. Tonight, however, was going to be different, because your boyfriend was going to be one of the presenters and he wanted you to be by his side.

As you stepped out onto the red carpet, the energy was electrifying. The atmosphere was abuzz with people, cameras flashing, and voices echoing through the air. All eyes were on the biggest names in the entertainment industry, and tonight, Pedro was one of them. As he emerged from the car, he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of reporters and fans, all vying for his attention. But Pedro remained cool and collected, flashing his infectious grin.

Pedro was one of the most popular actors at the moment, known for his quick wit and charm. He was dressed to impress, donning a sleek black Gucci suit and stylish hand jewelry that complemented his rugged good looks. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration as you stood by his side, watching him navigate the sea of people with ease. Tonight was a night to remember, and you were grateful to be a part of it all with Pedro.

But as much as he loved the spotlight, there was only one person he had on his mind as he walked down the red carpet – you. Your relationship had been a secret for almost a year, and Pedro was determined to keep it that way. He knew that being in the public eye came with intense scrutiny and didn't want to subject you to the same level of lack of daily privacy as he did.

As you walked down the red carpet together, Pedro couldn't help but steal glances at you. You looked absolutely stunning in a black gown that hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was styled in natural waves, cascading gently over your shoulders. Pedro felt a tug of pride and admiration as he looked at you, knowing that you were the one person who truly mattered to him.

The cameras clicked away as you posed for photos together, Pedro wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He wanted to show the world that you were the most important person in his life, even if they didn't know the extent of your relationship.

As you approached the end of the red carpet, Pedro leaned in close to you, his breath hot on your ear. “God, sometimes it's so hard to... to not kiss you, you know?” he whispered. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn't help but blush bright red. You knew that you had to be careful not to reveal your relationship in front of the cameras. If it had happened at the Oscars, everyone would have been talking about it, especially since Pedro was now a hot topic. But he just grinned and took your hand, leading you out of the public's view and into the theater.

As you got comfortable in your seats, Pedro found himself unable to resist stealing quick glimpses at you. He reached over to take your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand. You knew that he was nervous about his presentation, but he seemed to find comfort in the fact that you were there by his side.

As the show went on, Pedro lost himself in the excitement and energy of the night. He cheered on his friends and colleagues, clapping and laughing and joking around. But as the night wore on, he found himself growing increasingly distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about how stunning you looked in that tight-fitting dress, he much he loved you and how badly he wanted to be alone with you, away from the flashing cameras and the adoring fans.

Finally, as the show drew to a close and the winners were announced, Pedro's desire to return home was getting closer to coming true. It had been a long night with a lot of people surrounding him from all sides, and even his puppy personality needed a break. But all that mattered all the time was that he was there with you, the woman he loved more than anything in the world.

As you left the theater and made your way back to the car, Pedro kept his arm around you, looking at you with a mix of love and playful frustration. “I know we have to keep our relationship a secret,” he said quietly. “But I don't want to hide anymore. I want to shout it from the rooftops. You can't even imagine how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself.”

You chuckled, knowing exactly what he meant. Pedro had always been a bit of a flirt, and you loved teasing him about it. “A little self-discipline hasn't hurt anyone yet.”

Pedro grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, I have plenty of self-discipline,” he said, leaning in closer to your ear. “I just choose not to use it when it comes to you.” You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his words. There was something about the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world who mattered to him, that made you feel so loved and cherished. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and keeping it a secret only added to the excitement. But you knew the risks of revealing your relationship – the paparazzi would be all over you, and you didn't want to be the center of attention like that.

As you climbed into the car, Pedro couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss before settling into his seat. You both knew the drive home would be quiet as the exhaustion of the night was finally setting in. You leaned back in your seat, letting out a contented sigh. The warmth of Pedro's hand on your thigh, as he drive, was all you needed to feel safe and loved. As the car drove through the city, you looked out the window, watching the lights flash by. You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have found someone like Pedro. He was charming, talented, and kind, but above all, he loved you for who you were.

Pedro's voice interrupted your thoughts. “You know, I have something else planned for us tonight,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. “But I can't tell you what it is yet. It's a surprise.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise? You know I don't like surprises, Pedro.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I know. But trust me, you'll like this one.”

As the car pulled up in front of Pedro's apartment building, he leaned over and kissed you again. “Come on,” he said, opening the door. “Let's go see what I have in store for us.”

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writingwhimsey · 1 year

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Congrats on your milestone, Whimsey!!🥳🥳🥳 I'm so happy for you! TwT May I request the NSFW HC number 1 + Arthur, Leonardo, and Mitsuhide, pretty please? ♥ May more readers come your way~ ♥

Thank you so much for the encouragement and for the ask! This one was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

ikevamp: Arthur & Leonardo

ikesen: Mitsuhide

NSFW prompt 1: Suitors react to an MC/reader who writes smut

NSFW 18+ content

Arthur:

He had seen you writing plenty of times. You never shared your writing with him, but he understood how that could be.

One day, you had left your writing paper out while you had to go run an errand with Sebas.

Arthur came back to the room and saw your paper out. He went to close your notebook. At least that’s what he told himself he was going to do.

He hadn’t planned on reading your book, but he couldn’t help himself. Once he happened to just glance at your page…and he sees what you have written.

When you return to your shared room later, you almost drop the coffee you’re carrying when you see Arthur sitting on the bed, your book sitting open in his lap.

He looks up at you, smiling.

“Luv, why didn’t you tell me what you like to write?”

Your cheeks are red. “It’s…uh…just…a little embarrassing…” You confess.

“You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about, luv. Your writing is good. I especially enjoyed this part.” He then gestures to a particularly spicy section.

You blush even further. “I…uh…”

Arthur is reaching for you and pulling you into his lap. “Your writing really is good. Not just the spicy stuff, but the plot and structure…you can really feel the love between the characters. So it makes the spicy parts even more rewarding.”

“So…you really liked it?” You ask.

Arthur nods. “Of course, luv…now how about we recreate this scene…and all the other spicy bits.” He’s then capturing your lips and taking you on a personal tour of all the love scenes from your own book.

Leonardo:

When he stumbles upon you sound asleep with a book in your lap, he thinks you look so precious. He goes to move you into a more comfortable position and then picks up your book.

He’s curious as to what his cara is reading so he begins to read over it.

That is when he recognizes the writing as your own.

At first he thinks it’s a journal and goes to put it away, wanting to respect your privacy.

That is until he reads a few sentences.

His eyes widen when he comes across a sentence that is the beginning of a rather explicit scene.

He soon finds himself sitting down and reading the words, unable to stop himself.

He wasn’t sure how much he had read when he hears you gasp. He looks up and sees your red cheeks.

“Scusa.” He says not at all apologetic. He’s then setting the book aside as he comes over to you. “I had no idea my Cara had such naughty thoughts in that beautiful head of hers.”

“Well…they’re all inspired by you.” You confess, your cheeks reddening.

“What am I gonna do with you, my naughty girl?” He says before gently pushing you back and climbing on top of you. “How about I give you more inspiration, Cara Mia?”

He’s then spends the time taking you to new heights and giving you new things to write about. Though it may take you a few days to be able to even think of doing anything else again.

Mitsuhide:

Mitsuhide returns from a long mission to find you asleep at your desk, brush having fallen from your hand.

He chuckles to himself as he gently moves you to the futon and covers you up. He then goes to clean up your paper, brush, and ink. He was curious as to what you were writing, thinking it must have been a reply to the latest letter he had sent for you.

Amber eyes widen in disbelief at the words he sees written on the paper.

You’re soon being woken up by Mitsuhide’s lips on yours.

It takes you a few moments to process what’s going on but soon you come to full awareness.

There’s a teasing light in Mitsuhide’s eyes as he looks at you and that’s when you remember what you had been writing before you had fallen asleep. You blush deeply.

“My, my little mouse.” He says. “I never knew you were one to have such lascivious thoughts.”

You blush as you explain that you used to write such stories all the time in your original time and people really liked them.

Mitsuhide gives you that handsome devilish grin. “Oh, little mouse…that is most excellent news… now why don’t we have a little fun and work on new material for you?”

You then spend the night, Mitsuhide treating you to your wildest fantasies you had written. Though you definitely can’t walk for the next few days.

#whimsey answers #200 follower celebration #ikesen headcanons #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp leonardo #iksen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird otome #otome boys #ikemen headcanons #headcanon

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Happy 200 followers! For the celebration, would you write a Regency au blurb with Hangman?

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

The Seresin family, as prestigious and admired as they so were in your village, had seen you walking about the cobblestone path outside their residence on more than one occasion.

From all appearances, you were a lady: your dresses were appropriately hemmed, your hair was pinned most elegantly, your never left your dwelling without an umbrella on sunny days, and you carried an air about yourself that gave the distinct notion that you were well-bred. Never were you slouching or frowning--you walked with grace, gliding through the spring days with the hint of a smile on your lips, a pinkness tickling your cheeks.

Perhaps what the family admired most was that you were polite even in your snooping. You couldn't help pausing beside their garden: it was most enchanting, so much so that your manners were momentarily forgotten just to lean in and press your nose against the silky petals. You had an affinity for flowers and their yard had an abundance: periwinkle cosmos, white gardenia, umber marigolds, mauve anemones, and the most refine wisteria that climbed their garden walls.

It had become more or less habitual for you to take your strolls down the cobblestone patch, angling your lace umbrella above you to spare your skin from the yellow sun.

It was the youngest son, Jacob, that last noticed you.

Standing by the window in the library, he found his eyes drawn to your figure looming by the sprawling flowers of their garden. You had not breached the gate--goodness no, you were a lady after all--but you did bend your hips most delicately to inhale the flowers.

"Father--who is the strange girl indulging in our garden?" Jacob had asked his father, letting his book fall shut unceremoniously as he gazed upon your taffeta figure.

His father, hunched over his desk with his glasses perched at the end of his nose, did not even glance up at Jacob.

"The maiden daughter of the library-keep," Mr. Seresin said absently, continuing his studies. When Jacob glanced over at his father, his collar juggling against his jaw and his eyebrows thoroughly furrowed, his father continued. "She is a regular fixture."

Jacob looked back to you. You had taken off your glove to feel a velvety petal between your fingers. He swallowed hard, gazing upon your most delicate hands.

Jacob couldn't believe he had never noticed you before.

"Has not any member of this family extended an invitation for her to make use of our garden? Lord knows only Mother does," Jacob said, letting the heavy book in his hands fall upon the velvet sofa.

Mr. Seresin finally let his eyes rest upon his son. Right away, he understood his son's intentions: he saw the glimmer in his green eyes as he gazed upon your frame. It was how Mr. Seresin had first gazed upon his wife once. How romantic it was to be gazed upon for the first time in a bountiful garden--he hoped your love would be perfumed just as sweetly as the flowers that bloomed there.

"Perhaps my youngest son would like to extend the invitation himself, if he so sees it as a lack of manners on his family's part."

Mr. Seresin was partly chiding--Jacob was not exactly ill-mannered, but he certainly walked the line.

But Jacob was enamored as he watched you. He wondered what it must be like to be touched by your gloveless hands. He wondered, also, which flowers were your favorite. Just gazing upon your face, lit by the sun and framed in your silky curls, he understood immediately that he would plant an entire garden of whatever they were just to allow you the pleasure standing amidst it. He bit his lip, letting his hands fall on his hips, shaking his head softly.

"Her name, father--what is it?"

Mr. Seresin was bemused by his son's awestruck expression. It wasn't often his son lacked words.

Mr. Seresin said your name after a moment of thought. Jacob's heart stuttered in its careful pace in his chest. He repeated it to himself, rolling his tongue over it again and again, imagining it attached to his last name. And although it was a most beautiful name, one he could imagine uttering on sleepless nights and in the center of a ballroom, he knew what he was going to call you.

"I shall call her Petal," Jacob said softly, watching as you tilted by your hips again to take another sniff of the yellow roses his mother was so very fond of. "Yes, yes. That suits her quite well."

The next day, on your usual stroll, you were nearly startled to death when there was a figure seemingly awaiting your presence on the cobblestone. Already he was turned in your direction--as though he knew which way you came from and which way you went--and there was a peculiar smile adorning his lips.

"Oh--hello, sir."

"Good noon," he said with that most bright smile. "For giving you a fright, I must apologize. It was not my intention nor is my ill will by interrupting your stroll."

You swallowed hard, recovering, straightening your spine and smiling politely at him. He was most handsome--well-kept blonde hair, eyes the color of a flower stem, cheeks set high and happily. He looked to you as if made out of marble; hand-carved and meticulously crafted.

"Nonsense," you said softly, taking a few careful steps towards him. "It is the path outside your dwelling--perhaps it is I that should be apologizing for the frequency at which I happen upon here."

That made him smile; you were good. You were very, very good. Well-mannered and charming. And he thought that you were teasing, for the coy smile on your lips told him so.

"I must admit this meeting is not clandestine," Jacob said, sighing softly.

Your ears were pink, but you continued towards him, keeping your umbrella shading you.

"How do you mean, sir?" You asked, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

He could get used to being this close to you--he could smell the soap you had used before leaving the house, the oil you had rubbed on your exquisite pulse points.

"It is my intention to extend you an invitation," Jacob started softly, looking into your eyes that were swimming with amusement and simply dazzling in the spring sun. "Perhaps you would find it agreeable to accompany me on a tour through our garden."

You were giddy--it was bubbling up inside of you. But you contained it the best you could, nodding softly.

"This tour you speak off--is it favorable by the locals?"

He laughed--it was a beautiful sound, one that vibrated your bones.

"Most favorable."

You pretended to think--he loved the way your eyebrows came together, the way your lips pursed.

"Private, of course--we shall not be pestered with the unruly presence of villagers and others of the same likeness," Jacob continued, as if you weren't entirely sold on the idea already.

You grinned.

"I would find it agreeable to accompany you," you answered.

He extended his arm, stiffening his spine.

"It is most pleasurable for me to escort you," he says as you curl your fingers around his bicep. "You must excuse my ill manners--in all of the excitement between your thrilling presence and stimulating conversation, the thought to formally introduce myself evaded me."

"Your stature is faltering," you teased, tutting.

He loved the way your voice sounded when you teased him. He knew, instantly, that it would be a pleasure to be teased by you for eternity.

"It is in your humble graciousness that we continue this conversation," he tears right back, holding his hand over his heart. "I am endlessly grateful that you deem myself invigorating enough to continue speaking to."

You laughed again as he pushed the garden gate open.

"Already you speak so highly of me," you breathed, overwhelmed with affection as he guided you through the garden gate and politely shut it behind him. "I must say, your charm is endearing."

He stopped in the midst of the path as your gazed all around you, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of flowers. Everything was so much more lush up close, so much more beautiful when not separated by a garden wall.

"Jacob Seresin," he said softly, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a careful kiss against your fingers, slightly bowing.

You grinned, letting your eyes fall to his.

You introduced yourself, too, curtseying appropriately.

But the grin he possessed prompted that curiosity you'd always possessed.

"May I ask what it is that you find so humorous?" You asked as you took his arm again, peering all around the flower petals, trying to discern which was the most beautiful to behold up close.

"Oh it is only that I have decided upon my name for you," he explained, watching the way your eyes lingered on cyan peonies. "Petal."

It made your heart jump to your throat. Petal--a delicate and sweet name, one that aroused a certain softness in your chest. You smiled, glancing at him again.

"Born from your affinity for the garden, of course," he continued.

You nodded, hoping your cheeks weren't too red.

"Suitable," you agreed. "Although I must now attain my very own name for you."

You stared at him and he let you, biting that grin. Damn it to Hell if he was not a sight to behold in and of his own. If you were feeling more cheeky, you would call him Statue--but just the thought of saying that to him made your belly fill with nerves.

"Apologies--names are evading me," you said, blushing.

He sighed softly, content for once in his life.

"I suppose we shall extend our tour until you are able to conjure one, Petal," he said softly, biting his lip. You grinned again, chuckling. "I shall have my afternoon cleared at once."

You glanced up at him again, your heart in your throat.

"As will I, Jacob."

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