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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Miguel and Hobie Fighting for Your Love

Summary: Both men knew they were wildly in love with you. But, as you remain oblivious to their feelings, their conflict strengthens. A war is brewing.

“I won’t let you have her.” Miguel’s eyes gleamed between the velvet sheets of artificial night, the dim glow of the control panel at his back, casting a shroud over his front. Hobie stood before him, gripping his guitar by the neck, resting it over the back of his shoulders. His other hand sat in his pocket, creating the illusion of comfort. Yet, beneath his lax exterior, Miguel could hear his heart pounding. Racing. Hobie drew a breath, looked off to the side.

“I don’t think that’s your decision to make, Big Man.” Eyes half-lidded, he returned to Miguel, dragging his stare. Lethargy. Gave a thin smile. “Though, I suppose that if you knew that – really believed it – you’d know that you don’t stand a chance–”

Miguel’s fists clenched, the sound of his suit squealing beneath his grip causing Hobie’s gaze to flicker. He swallowed, shallow. He knew what Miguel was capable of – had seen how many lives he’d gladly put at risk for you. And he’d do it again if it weren’t for the fact that your friendship to both him and Hobie was what kept them locked in a stalemate; a spectral triangle; Bermuda. An anomaly in itself.

Of course, you had no clue that you’d captured the hearts of the two superheroes. The problem was that they did. Their softened attitude towards you, their care for the most banal of features of your life, their seemingly bottomless investment in your close circle of friends and beyond could have been construed as platonic concern. Friendship of the highest degree.

Once they realised that, individually, they were not alone in the pursuit of your heart, a competition was born. Miguel, ever the organised, careful individual he was, orchestrated your time together, manufactured it, monitored it – poured over it with a fine-toothed comb. Many a night had he spent awake wondering what your accidental brushing of hands had meant, whether the warmth that had flushed your cheeks was the result of his presence or the joke he’d just cracked, your laughter Calliopic. Persephonic.

He savoured every hug you shared, no matter how brief, sewing the patchwork memories into the fabric of his heart, the fragrance soaking into his bones. Your phantom warmth wrapped around him tightly, a second suit, whenever he needed it – needed you. He’d find ways of encouraging physical contact whenever he could, his heart throbbing at the feeling of your face pressed into his chest, your arms around his back as he embraced you.

He wondered what your kisses tasted like. Whether you thought of him when you used that chapstick he bought you, ice cream cake – the aroma of celebration. Because, to him, any moment with you was a celebration.

Miguel would offer to take you home after work. Though, not via ordinary means of travel.

He’d permit you to hop onto his back and slide your arms around his neck, taking you on a spin through the city, bringing you to the highest peaks, the pinnacles of human beauty through neon illuminations making the city sparkle like a sea of jewels. He’d feel his heart stutter as you shifted to get a closer look, your chin almost resting on his shoulder, cheeks just touching as you gasped, took in the scenery. In times like these, he was glad of the mask, of his ability to hide the effect you had on him, how you played his emotions like a string instrument.

“I’ve never seen the city like this before,” you told him, voice gentle at his ear, almost carried away by the wind. Miguel heard you. He strained his every spider sense to do so, no matter the conditions.

“Hobie hasn’t done this with you?” He tried not to let the hope in his tone show. You shrugged.

“He’s more of a stargazing kind of guy. Though, I’ll let you in on a secret,” your voice tailed off. Miguel leaned in. You whispered. “I think he just doesn’t want to go pivoting off buildings after a long day of already having done so.”

Miguel felt an idea spark in his brain. The start of a new ritual, routine, for just you and him. This would be for him what stargazing was to hobie – he’d bring you closer to the stars than Hobie ever could!

Whenever he’d return you home, whisking you through the midnight air, he’d place you at your door, imply what a good time he’d had. And, as always, you thanked him, eyes crinkling before parting with a hug.

Miguel would wait until you’d enter your apartment and locked the door behind you before leaving, and even then, he’d find himself perched atop a nearby building, waiting for something, anything to happen – for any opportunity wherein he could prove to you he was a hero. In times like these, he wished with a selfish heart that you lived in a more decrepit part of the city.

He realised how much he loved you – adored you – when you fell asleep in his arms after work one evening. He’d been carrying you to your room when you just nodded off. In his grasp, you were tiny, fragile. Weak. The responsibility of protection, the fierce need to watch over you, to possess you entirely, overcame him, overwhelmed every sensibility he’d cultivated throughout his life.

And so, he watched you. Eneamoured himself with your sleeping features, the trust you displayed to have fallen asleep on him. In his mind, this becomes a core memory. One which he turns into a joke between the two of you, his own fragment of sanctity – the beginnings of close friendship – one he’d use to build a statue like Hobie’s. A statue of you.

Hobie’s eyes narrowed. His nose wrinkled as his lips turned up in a half-sneer.

“You think the odd hug and a second of eye contact constitute as…what? A chance?” He scoffed. “A signifier that she feels for you more than she feels for the common man?” Incredulity danced in hobie’s eyes. Seethed from between his lips. The corner of his lips pulled back, revealed a smirk.

“Get over yourself, Mate. If she were interested, you’d know it by now.”

Of course, Hobie had his own collection of memories regarding you, his own wardrobe of moments sewn together with the thread of mirth to wear and fashion whenever and however he so pleased. He would wear it out to parties, on the town, to the Spidey-Station (as he referred to it with you). Show Miguel that his bare-threaded ribbon was nothing compared to his tapestry.

You and Hobie would wander the city when it was late and dark and quiet, talking about anything and everything that crossed your minds, more often than not leading the two of you to howl with laughter, leaning against each other as tears flooded from your eyes. The story, regardless of how funny it had been, held no weight compared to the joy that sparked in Hobie’s chest whenever you touched, whenever you simply existed with him. Fireworks.

You got him in ways nobody else truly could.

Many times had he come to visit you, only to lay his head in your lap and tell you what was bothering him. Sometimes it was trivial, others it was not. And every time, you’d sit and listen, playing with his hair and the badges on his jacket. And, of course, Hobie did the same for you.

One evening, you’d come banging on Hobie’s door, voice distraught as you called for him. He practically tore the door off its hinges when he heard how distressed you were, and, when he saw you, his heart tore. Your face was tear-streaked and your posture gave the impression of anguish, immortal and unrelenting.

“Hobie,” you cried. “Am–” your sniffing diced your words like meat in a kitchen. “Am I pretty?!”

Hobie blinked, unsure if he’d heard the question. And when he didn’t respond, you wailed.

Hobie knew what this was, for you’d spoken about it at length many times before. Insecurity was a powerful tool, especially when fuelled with sleep-deprivation and alcohol, one which Hobie wished he could destroy. But, while he couldn’t do that yet, he reached for you and took you in his arms. And as you cried into his shoulder, he told you how beautiful you were, how surprised he was that he was able to get a look in with you at all with how many men were chasing after you. And when you tried to say that no such thing had ever happened, he pulled back, gave you a smile, the visage of mischief.

“That’s ‘cause I scared ‘em all away!”

Your veneer cracked, and a laugh sprung from the concrete, the beginnings of life in an apocalypse. What Hobie wanted to say, though, what he nearly said, was everything he felt for you – how no word in the human vernacular could ever even begin to comprehend or compare how ethereal you were to him, how widely his love for you encompassed his very being, everything he said, did and wanted dictated entirely by the thought of you.

He opened his mouth, holding you close again. He could say it all now, while you were drunk – pretend it never happened if the exchange turned sour. But he knew he couldn’t live with your rejection, even if you’d have no memory of it.

He closed his mouth, swallowed the confession that teetered on his tongue like a pill. Consumed his contemplation, obscuring his feelings from you for just a little longer. While he couldn’t say it – not yet – he pulled you closer still, chest-to-chest, one hand at the back of your head and the other wrapped around your waist. A lover’s lock. And he held you. Tightly.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in every universe, (Y/N). I should know.” he murmured. He felt you nestle into him. You’d heard him. He sighed. “I just wished you could see it, too.”

Both men viewed the other as possessing some unattainable advantage, the beginnings of a fabled proverb blatant in their desire to attain what they thought the other had. What they were both striving for.

You.

For Hobie, the very thing he had prided himself on was his self-believed downfall. Friendship. The two of you had been friends for years, basked in a platonic limelight. Initially, Hobie hadn't needed to worry about how you viewed him, but as he fell deeper and deeper in love with you the longer he knew you, the fact that you’d maintained such a close friendship with him without once giving the indication of romanticism frightened him.

Miguel had only waltzed into your life a few months ago. You didn’t have to see him in a platonic light, didn’t have to bear witness to his deepest faults or his subtlest of quirks. Quite simply, you didn’t know enough about him for his mystique to be shattered.

On the contrary, Miguel saw how close you and Hobie were, how, without saying a word, the two of you knew what the other was thinking. He found your incessant asking of “Do you think Hobie would like this?” when visiting a store to be intimidating. He wondered if you asked the same when you went out with Hobie. If he was the subject of your concern as your best friend often was.

Whereas Hobie knew your every thought and desire, Miguel knew he clutched at straws by comparison, drinking in every detail you afforded him, taking nothing for granted. He’d bring you gifts, stories, regalements from his time out in the field, and his chest would swell whenever you watched him with wide eyes. He hoped, with every fibre of his being, that your astonishment was confined to him and him alone. He prayed that your years of friendship to Hobie was enough to dull any excitement you may feel when he told you similar tales.

This war was simply beginning, no two ways about it. And as they surveyed each other, Hobie and Miguel, weighing up the other’s pull on you, their minds conjoined to speak once and for the last time.

“May the best man win.”

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thegoodwitchglinda · 7 months

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in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

pomefiore + riddle & trey x reader

aka the little things they do to make you feel special

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vil schoenheit

if you’re dating vil, you already know that the way he cares for people is by making sure they’re at their best, even if that means critiquing them - you’re no exception. However, he does his best to make your life easier, especially in that regard. You’re going to a fancy, formal event, without any fragrance? Well, Vil already predicted this might happen, and picked out the perfect one for you in advance to give to you when he pointed it out. Your eyeliner’s smudged? Suppose he’ll just have to do it for you, and he might even give you a kiss to make you feel better after. If you’re ever ill or feeling low, he’ll also be the one making sure you get better as soon as possible. Even if you have just the slightest fever, he’s telling you to rest to recover quicker, and getting a wet towel for your head. If he’s able (and he will try his very best to be) he’ll spend the whole day by your side, it’s almost shocking how caring one person can be.

rook hunt

he remembers the little things. Has a mental list of all your favourites, some that you probably don’t know for yourself. Your favourite colour? Easy. Favourite food or number? No problem. He’d even observe which temperatures you’re most happy and productive in. He wants you to know he pays attention to these things too - and that he cares about them. Anytime you mention a piece of media you like, even if it’s some super obscure thing he’s never heard of, by the next day he’s already an expert and asking you all the questions he can think of to indulge your little heart.

epel felmier

He’s very much an acts of service/gift giving guy. Although he may not have been comfortable doing this before, fearing it was too “feminine” he feels comfortable enough around you to gift you handmade little items. (He would also totally help you fix/sew up any wear and tear in your clothes, I feel as though he’d actually be very good at sewing and the like) However, one thing he’d never been to shy to do was show you off - epel would make sure the whole school knows your dating, and can be a tad bit defensive and jealous if he finds anyone else hitting on you.

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riddle rosehearts

he’s a classic gentleman, does everything you’d expect from a love interest in a movie and more. He is literally that video analysing the special medieval knightly way that Travis Kelce held the car door open for and walked next to TS. (this one goes for silver and sebek too obvi) (is that too niche?…) Anyways, he uses his organisation skills to his advantage. Valentine’s Day, your birthday, any special days the two of you find important together are all tediously planned to every little detail. Heck, he’d be making sure the red of the roses he got you were the right hex code. Which is where his experience arranging events like unbirthday parties come in handy.

trey clover

Like rook, he’s very observant. He gives you the most targeted compliments, because he wants you to feel confident, especially around him. Aside from being observant, he’s also your rock in this world. If you have any kind of trouble, you can go to him - wether you just need to vent or you need advice (he’s very good at telling when you need what). And when you do get advice from him, you know you can trust it because he (secretly) listens to you like the gospel and makes you feel heard.

+ he would totally bake for and specialise recipes for you :)

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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A Crown of Flowers

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.

He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.

“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”

His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”

“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.

But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.

Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.

I’m possessive and I’m fucked.

“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.

Only if you wanted that.

“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”

“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”

“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”

“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”

“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”

Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.

Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.

“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.

You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”

“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.

His was rough all over.

“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”

Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.

You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.

A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.

“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”

He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”

“Why not?”.

“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”

Ours.

Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.

“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”

“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”

A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”

Thank you.

Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.

“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”

The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”

“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”

Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”

“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.

“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.

Fucking punk and his fucking-

“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”

“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”

“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”

He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”

“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.

An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”

“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”

“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”

Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”

He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”

“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.

“You’re welcome, Little Red.”

You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”

“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”

You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.

He wasn’t about to interrupt that.

You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.

You’re possessive of me, too.

“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.

“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.

Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.

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miintsprigz · 4 months

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Hiii again!! I wanted to ask for Sniper, Engie, and Scout reacting to the reader doing something nice for them after they had a tough day. Thank you!!

Anon, I had been wanting the opportunity to do something like this, so bless you, and I hope that you enjoy this! I sorta zoomed through Sniper’s, I hope it’s still good aaaa

Characters: Scout, Engineer, Sniper (TF2)

Warnings: none that I can think of—I made myself very soft while working on this

GN!Reader doing something nice for the Mercs after a tough day

Scout:

You’d noticed for some time that work really seemed to be running Jeremy down more than usual. He came back to base moody, unusually quiet. It was so unlike him.

Thinking back to just a few months ago…what a difference. You remembered how enthusiastically he’d come running in, holding something behind his back…quickly revealed to be a bouquet of bright red roses just for you.

“I didn’t know what your favorite was, so I thought I’d just got wit da classic!”

You had asked a question after that though, one you were especially glad you’d asked now.

“What’s your favorite flower, babe?”

“Me? …huh. Never really thought about that.”

You watched the wheels turn a bit, and a nostalgic kind of look came over him. Jeremy was quite the sentimental guy, if you hung out with him long enough.

“I think one time I got Ma these big yellow ones…lilies? They were real pretty. Smelled nice too. Probably those.”

So one day, a while before you knew he’d be getting back, you went on the hunt. Yellow lilies were tricky to find, but eventually, you secured a whole bunch and had them nicely wrapped up for your favorite fella.

You enjoyed their fragrance as you waited for Jeremy to get back…they truly were beautiful. You could see why he liked them.

Finally, the door swung open, and you quickly hid the bouquet behind your back, just as he had.

He looked exhausted…of course, his face lit up as soon as he saw you. “Ah, finally home. How ya doin’, doll? Sight for sore eyes, as always.”

“I’m good. I got a little surprise for you.”

His brows arched, curious, and you could see that infectious smile that seemed so rare these days beginning to appear again. “Oh yeah?”

“Well okay, might not be too surprising, but…” You sheepishly grinned as you held out his gift. “…I found some.”

Scout’s mouth dropped open just a bit before he couldn’t help but burst out laughing, delighted. “Aw, baby…they’re beautiful!”

You motioned for him to take them, and he did, admiring them with a softness to his gaze. Only seconds later, as he looked up at you, that trademark, somewhat mischievous grin came to his face.

You chuckled. Your boy was back. “Whatcha thinkin’ there?”

“C’mere, you~” He pulled you in and kissed you before you could even prepare.

His free hand lightly brushed through your hair as he pulled back, seeming to be at a genuine loss for words. “You are so sweet, ya know that? I love you.”

Giggling, you pecked his lips once more. “I love you too.”

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Engineer:

Poor Dell had really been pushed to his limit lately. It felt like you hardly saw him anymore. He was always working on something. The demand kept on coming.

Lately, you had to get up early to get any decent quality time with him before he went to work. When he got home, he always just wanted to go right to sleep, and you certainly couldn’t blame him.

He felt bad, and told you as much, but you knew it wasn’t his fault. “Get your rest, honey. I know you’re tired.”

Even in the morning, he was always up before you were, and had breakfast ready to go. You talked as you ate.

So, after Engie had come back in especially rough shape the night before, with his first day off in months the following day, you decided to surprise him.

You were not, by any means, an early riser. But you had a feeling that Dell wouldn’t sleep in long, even on his day off. You’d even gone to sleep a bit early the night before.

Ever the keen-eyed one, Engie had questioned that. “Goin’ out already, lil’ nightingale?”

“Yeah, I’m sleepy. Besides, we got all day tomorrow, right?”

“Yessiree.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you got everything together. It was a whole lot of work, mixing up batter, making sure everything was cooked just right, and of course making the presentation easy on the eyes. But it would all be worth it.

Finally, you were all set. You scurried to his room, knocking to see if he was up.

“Almost ready, darlin’! I’m a little late, sorry ‘bout that…”

“Don’t worry about it, Engie, take your time…” Last thing your cowboy needed was to be rushed around on his day off.

Opening the door, he beamed at you. “Well, look at you! All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed already, huh? I got a feelin’ we’re gonna have a grand day, you ‘n’ me.”

“Oh, just you wait…I’ve got something for ya, baby. C’mon…”

“Whoa, okay—I had a feelin’ you were up to somethin’ last night, ya lil’ schemer…”

You just laughed, excitedly pulling Dell along by the hand.

“Okay, right in here.”

The still sleepy eyes that were normally hidden behind his goggles blinked quick in genuine astonishment as he took it in.

“Well…good word, that’s like the cover of a magazine there, darlin’! You do this all by yer lonesome?”

“Mhm! I got up early in the hopes that I’d beat you to it—can’t have you working hard on your day off! Just hope it tastes good…”

“It will, baby, I’m sure of it…” He trailed off a bit, and as you glanced over, you couldn’t get a grasp on what exactly was going through his head. Seemed happy at least. Maybe you were used to seeing only half of his face. But then he rubbed at his eyes just a bit…

“Oh, baby…you okay?”

“Yeah…just fine, darlin’, sorry, circuits are still a lil’ fried…” He sniffled, and without much thought you wrapped your arm around him, stroking his shoulder.

“Been real tough goin’ lately, real tough…wasn’t feelin’ like myself no more. And ya did all this just for me…for us…”

He leaned his head to the side so it rested softly against yours, taking a deep breath. “Thank you, (Y/N). You are a wonder. I adore you, you know that?”

You chuckled, pulling him close. “Thank you, Dell. I adore you too.”

You felt him jolt a little, but he made sure to kiss you quick before he moved at all. “Please tell me you’re havin’ some a’ this—”

“Yeah! Wanted to make breakfast for you, but eat it with you too.”

“Well, we better not let it get cold now, after ya worked so hard! C’mon, baby…”

You laughed as you were now the one being pulled along, with Engie still praising your hard work and delicious cooking every step of the way.

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Sniper:

Lately, Mick hadn’t been telling you what was going on at work…which was weird. Normally, he really liked his job, and told you all about it. Lately though, he’d answered “how was work?” with the vaguest responses.

Sniper wasn’t the type of guy to word vomit about what was bothering him, but that cued you in pretty well.

You wanted to do something to help him, something to lift his spirits again. It took some time, but eventually, you hatched a plan.

One day, instead of waiting back at his camper, you made your way over to where the mercs normally exited the fort.

You waved to the rest as they ran past, more than a few asking what you were doing here. They could figure it was something to do with your boyfriend.

Mick was the last to leave…which was a bit weird. Must have really been working hard.

“Hey, Snipes!” Immediately, his head turned at the sound of your voice, taking a surprised step backwards before he quickly ran and skidded to a stop in front of you.

“(Y/N)? …whatcha doin’ all the way out here, darlin’? Everything alright?”

He looked…confused, but delighted.

“Yeah! I had an idea the other day…and I wanted to meet up with you a little bit earlier so I had more time for it. Let’s go back to the camper so you can change, then I’ll show ya what I mean.”

His eyes narrowed, trying not to smile at this. “Hm…alright. Keep ya secrets for now…”

It was only a moment before his fingers intertwined with yours as you started the short walk back. He tended to be a bit flighty when it came to physical contact, but you understood that.

Once Sniper was done getting ready, you grabbed the basket you’d kept hidden away. “All set?”

“Yep…ya want me blindfolded for this or somethin’?”

“Nah, I don’t want you to trip. Just follow me.”

You followed the path you’d drawn out the other day, although you’d come out here before you’d left the camper to lay out the blanket and get everything all comfortable.

Just as you’d planned, you got to the spot just in time to see the sun go down, and the stars had just started to appear.

A spot near a river, where the only sounds were from the wind and water, with the occasional birdsong and cricket chirp.

You’d had some help on this—Pyro, of all people, providing you with the necessary equipment and tinder for a little campfire. They’d been surprisingly helpful, even though you couldn’t understand them at all.

“I thought it might be nice to enjoy the nice weather and some dinner…oh, and uh, s’mores, if you want. I brought stuff for that.”

The normally more reserved and serious Sniper stood there for a moment, looking everything over. Slowly, this very peaceful smile came to his face.

You were used to him being quiet, but you just had to know what he made of all this.

“I know it’s sorta cheesy, but I hope—whoa!!”

Mick suddenly pulled you in close, holding you tight. You quickly returned the gesture, feeling the side of his face sort of brush against the top of your head.

“…I don’t got much words for this. Besides thank you. Ya have any idea how much I wanted to do somethin like this with ya, roo?”

You laughed a bit, closing your eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t have exactly guessed this, but…I had a feeling you’d been having a tough couple days.”

“You were right.” It took a good while before he pulled back, and even then, his hand still clasped yours. “I was.”

The firelight illuminated his eyes, and although the mellow tone of voice stayed the same, you could see it in his face just how moved he was.

“But that doesn’t even matter to me now. Cuz right now…it’s just you, me, and the stars, baby…c’mon.”

Going slightly rosy—you hoped he couldn’t see in the shadows that the dim light casted—you followed him, and the two of you sat down to enjoy your s’mores and each other’s company.

By the end of the night, both of you laid back on the blanket, full, warm, and happy, curled up together as you watched the stars glimmer above.

You felt a slight tap against your shoulder. “Mm? What’s up, Mick?”

He glanced to the side, once again gaining that shyness that tended to creep up on him. “…ya know how much I love ya?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, moving over a bit to kiss him briefly, eyes fluttering closed.

You pulled back, teasing, “Does that answer your question?”

He looked back at you, starry-eyed and red-faced, starting to laugh along with you.

“Hehe, yeah…yeah it does.”

“But seriously, I love you too—”

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i-luvsang · 2 years

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,, ✿ { florist!au — choi jongho

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , baker!reader , fluff , inspired by this ask , cw: mentions of people being rude assholes , wc: 1.5K ！！

✧ florist!jongho is a beautiful concept my fellow simps

✧ he fits his little shop !! so well !!

✧ well organized sections of all different types of flowers fill the space to the brim

✧ and there he stands in the midst of the fragrance, the picture of perfection in his casual but unbelievably crisp and clean outfit

✧ he always wears nice button-ups with slacks or jeans and often has a brown apron over it all as he makes boquets

✧ he’s known for his very classy, crisp, yet unique arrangements

✧ which is why he’s very popular for weddings

✧ honestly most of his time and work goes into weddings ever since he was hired by a fairly popular wedding-planning company

✧ your situation is quite similar to his, in fact your baked goods catering was popularized by that same company, yes, at the same wedding

✧ and what really stood out about that first wedding you worked at together was the very specific theme of the couple

✧ everything was centered around tulips

✧ and of course you both went all out ot match that theme

✧ honestly, for jongho it was a bit easier because he was able to straight up use tulips in all of his arrangements

✧ but you on the other hand made a wide range of tulip shaped treats and detailed icing decorations of tulips on others

✧ and without the two of you ever actually meeting, your dessert table was a perfect match to his flower arrangements in terms of color palette and all of that

✧ they were matching so well that the gorgeous wedding went decently viral online and everyone thought that the two of you worked together

✧ so people tried contacting the wedding planners to ask about “who did the flowers and desserts?” and they all walk away a bit disappointed because you two are completely separate in what you do

✧ of course, you both are aware of this, but you don’t really do anything about it because like

✧ you were both working and it’s just a coincident that your arrangements matched so well

✧ but the next wedding you work at, you somehow find out that the “flower guy” is the same as the last one

✧ this time you actually do see each other, as you end up setting up your work around the same time

✧ yet, neither of you say anything past a polite hello when he sets up his flowers on your dessert table

✧ you definitely can’t help but notice that he’s very handsome

✧ and that once again, though it’s not as obvious as the last wedding, your dessert and his flowers look very cohesive

✧ and honestly it just keeps happening over and over again

✧ so because you run into each other so frequently the teo of you begin chatting and getting to know each other just a bit more at each wedding as set-up happens

✧ and at one wedding, he grabs one of your business cards off of your table while you’re away because he’s become increasingly interested in (and attracted to) you

✧ later that night he takes a good look at the card and realizes almost right away that your little bakery is just a block away from his flower shop

✧ so after a few days of serious debate in his head of whether or not it would be weird to show up at your workplace

✧ his desire to see you outside of a wedding venue wins him over, and he pops into your bakery before he goes to open up his own shop

✧ for you, it’s a very pleasant surprise because you too are definitely attracted to him

✧ when you ask him what brings him here, he gets all flustered, barely able to explain that he noticed that your shop is close to his

✧ so you’re all intrigued like oh! where’s your store?

✧ he tells you and you’re like omg! i’ve always wanted to visit that one, it’s so pretty! i didn’t know it was yours

✧ he thanks you bashfully before asking what baked good you recommend

✧ and you tell him your favorite is the cinnamon rolls, but that you think he’d like the savory scones more

✧ and he’s very curious how you figured that out, because he doesn’t like sweets generally

✧ he doesn’t know that you overheard him telling that to someone at a wedding about a month ago

✧ he ends up ordering a cheddar and chive scone, and when he takes the bag from you, he can tell it’s still warm, fresh out of the oven

✧ only until he leaves and tries the treat does he truly realize all the hype behind your baking

✧ obviously you’re a very popular baker for weddings, you’ve got to be good

✧ but this scone is on another level

✧ the next thing the he knows, he’s visiting your bakery several times a week for breakfast before opening his shop or during his lunch break

✧ you get to know each other better each passing day

✧ and somehow neither of you can catch each other’s hints that you like each other

✧ he brings you small bouquets to brighten up your shop

✧ and you’ll pack extra little goods into his orders

✧ but you remain friends until a few months later, you’re setting up another wedding together

✧ and the caterers for the main meal are being absolutely awful to you, blaming you for a tray falling when you were halfway across the room, passing rude comments about your work, and knocking over one of your displays

✧ jongho has just about finished setting up his flowers in the main room when he hears a tray clattering to the floor and your sharp gasp

✧ he runs over and immediately asks if you’re okay and starts picking up cookies with you

✧ you nod but he can see unshed tears of frustration in your eyes

✧ he knows you don’t want him to draw attention to that though, so he just helps you to clean everything up then insists on helping you set up the rest of the dessert table

✧ unfortunately, he has to wrap up his own work in the foyer

✧ so he bids you a very gentle goodbye so you don’t have to spend more time with the other rude workers

✧ but every chance he gets after you leave, he’s constantly sending death glares to the catering personelle

✧ and late that night when the wedding guests have cleared out and you have to return to collect your catering supplies

✧ you’re surprised to see jongho inside, because he never has to return to retrieve his flowers

✧ but he gives you a soft smile as you approach him as if he was waiting for you

✧ you ask him why he’s there, and he simply tells you that he felt like coming to help you pack up

✧ you can’t imagine why he’d do that, it’s not as if he would get paid, so you tell him that he really didn’t have to do that

✧ but he shrugs because he’s already here, you might as well just accept his help

✧ you relent because he’s right, but also because a part of you is beyond relieved that he’s here

✧ when you came back, you expected to be berated by the other catering team again and after everything that happened before, you were quite worried

✧ but jongho’s presence is comforting to you, and to your relief, no one bothers you once

✧ when the two of you leave the venue, you expect to part ways with him, but rather than allowing you to take the large bag he was carrying for you, he takes it straight to his car

✧ you jog after him, ready to ask what he’s doing

✧ but before you get a word in, he asks a question to confirm his plans

✧ “you’re taking the bus right?”

✧ you nod, so he opens up his trunk and places the bag he was carrying into his car, then takes the rest from your hands without a word

✧ only after he closes his trunk does he calm your protests, telling you to hop in the front because there’s no way he’s letting you take the bus alone this late at night with so much to carry

✧ relenting, you sigh and get into his car, secretly very glad at his extra offer to help

✧ the drive to your bakery is mostly quiet, but comfortably so

✧ he opens the car door for you then does the bulk of the work of moving your supplies back into your shop

✧ then you find yourself standing face to face with him outside, ready to bid him a final goodbye for the night

✧ “let me drive you home,” he says

✧ you protest once again, telling him he’s already done too much for you tonight

✧ but he insists, “i want to. please, let me drive you home.”

✧ the sincerity of his words surprises you, but with a quickly beating heart, you nod and get into his car for a second time that night

✧ in front of your apartment, there just may have been a whispered confession of love that flowed from his mouth, both reckless and thoughtful at the same time, and another that came from your lips in the shape of a soft kiss to his cheek

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slytherhys · 1 year

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Keeping Secrets

Prompt: Cassian's allergies help him solve a mystery.

A/N: After a long writing slump I have returned with yet another Elriel fic. If you guys like it I might write a part II about elriel's not-so-secretive rendezvous... 🤭

Cassian couldn’t help but think, as he looked out the window from Rhys’s new office, that the City of Starlight was a sight to behold when painted in the colours of Spring.

Flowers seemed to bloom in every corner, painting the cobblestone pavement in purples and blues and pinks, greenery following close behind. Their fragrance spread through the streets as the sun shone brighter, its light sparkling against the surface of the Sidra. People walked to and fro the Palaces, laughter and joy in their voices as they visited their favourite shops and enjoyed the warmer temperatures. It wasn’t Cassian’s favourite season, but he had to admit it was a nice reprieve from the bitter cold winter they’d had to endure the past few months.

Besides, Spring in Velaris was never a nuisance to him – despite his allergies, it was rare that he would so much as sneeze.

Even if today, for some reason, Cassian couldn’t stop fucking sniffling.

Rhys eyed him with a raised brow, sending the tissue box on his desk a pointed look - like he had done many, many times since he had first arrived. Cassian pointedly ignored him.

“The season doesn’t seem to agree with you, brother.” The asshole said, pushing the tissue box in his direction.

Cassian pointedly ignored that as well, sniffling indignantly and moving away from the window – even if it did little to relieve him. The entire office smelled like those damned flowers, making his nose run and itch like it did on the rare occasions where he had been unfortunate enough to visit the Spring Court.

It was Elain’s fault, really. When he had first gotten to the River House - albeit an hour early - he wasn’t entirely expecting her to be the first person he’d see. He knew well enough the garden in the back was being tended to by her - something he clearly had failed to remember when he pulled Elain into a warm hug, pressing a small kiss to her cheek before setting her down. Needless to say before he could even say hi Cassian was sneezing - not once, not twice but three times. Elain had laughed softly, apologising and explaining that she had received a new batch of flowers that she had just carried to the back to plant for the first time. Her sister, of course, would be the one getting the flowers first. For her kindness, El had explained.

He adored Elain - truly, he did. He just couldn’t understand why, exactly, he couldn’t stop sneezing and sniffling hours after being near her.

He had gotten better for just a few moments - just until Rhys and Azriel barged into the office. Rhys first, frown on his face that he assumed had something to do with Nyx (apparently the High Lord didn’t like the fact his son’s first words had been mama ), and Azriel just a few minutes later, looking more flushed than Cassian had ever seen him. He had questioned neither - he definitely didn’t ask any of them why they’d both been over 15 minutes late to a meeting that was going to end up being nearly two hours long.

So what if he had to leave Nesta in their bed, forgoing her morning cuddles in favour of a stupid meeting that they’d both been late too? So what if every minute they were late meant another minute away from her? Cassian wouldn’t point it out. He was a General, the Commander of the Night Court’s armies - he was above such petty feelings and childish grudges.

He sniffled - indignantly, of course, not because of his allergies - stepping further away from the windows once Rhysand finally concluded their meeting. “Well, I know you both have no concept of time, but I plan to meet Nesta by the Sidra for lunch, and I'm already fifteen minutes late.”

He was above such petty feelings and childish grudges most times .

Rhys smirked, opening the door of his office, not even bothering to acknowledge his remark as he leisurely strolled down the hallway, hands inside his pockets in a show of ease that had taken him centuries to achieve. Cassian fought the urge to remind him of his younger years and all the embarrassing shit their High Lord had done, just for the sake of it. He was a good friend, after all.

Azriel followed close behind, Cassian grumbling as he joined him, following Rhys to the foyer.

“You don’t seem to be in a good mood, brother.” Azriel smirked slightly, his flushed skin glowing. But before he could remark on that unusual occurrence, Cassian sneezed.

Four times.

Azriel grinned.

“And why are you in such a good mood?” He muttered, surreptitiously reaching into his pocket for a tissue he had stolen earlier when no one was watching, observing Azriel with a critical eye. Because he truly was in a good mood - which was odd, to say the least. Besides the flushed skin, his hair seemed rumpled, and even if the bags under his eyes seemed more pronounced than ever, there was a glitter to his hazel eyes that told Cassian it wasn’t exactly nightmares keeping him up at night. Even his leathers seemed more rumpled than ever, dirt under his boots and…was that a flower pressed on the toe of his left boot?

He also hadn’t missed the fact that Azriel had chosen to follow Rhys and leave through the front door like a normal person, instead of simply flying out the open balcony like he usually did.

Cassian frowned. “Late night, brother?” He asked, just as they reached the kitchen. Azriel’s expression betrayed nothing, his face as stoic as ever.

“Early morning.” He mumbled, a light twitch to his lips. There and gone in a second. Cassian narrowed his eyes, failing to understand what that actually meant, but the sound of two familiar voices stopped him from probing.

Feyre and Elain stood by the doors leading to the gardens, talking softly and laughing until they both noticed their presence. Cassian felt, rather than saw, Azriel go still next to him as he eyed them both, eyes assessing as they usually did. Rhys, however, seemed to relax - like he always did - as soon as his mate’s eyes found his, pulling her into a kiss that felt more intimate than it should’ve been in the presence of three other people. Feyre giggled, slapping him softly in the chest, a blush taking over her pretty face as they spoke softly with each other.

Cassian quickly looked away, choosing to eye Elain instead. She, too, had a healthy blush to her cheeks, her hair a bit messy, a loose bun keeping it from going to her face. Her hands were playing with the straw hat she was holding, eyes flickering between him and Azriel, something secretive shining in them as she watched them both.

Cassian ignored the tingling in his nose. “How are the new flowers coming along, El?” He smiled at his sister-in-law, not missing the happiness in her entire expression that seemed to grow every day that passed, just as she found her place in their court. The last few months, especially.

Elain’s cheeks darkened further, her eyes widening slightly as she stared up at him. “Oh,” she laughed nervously. “Very well, thank you.” She said as she reached for her hair, letting it down softly as her eyes flickered to her sister and Rhys, quickly turning back to Azriel and Cassian when she saw them kissing once more. The scent that had followed him to the office earlier hit him full force again just as she let her hair down and before he could even mutter his confusion, he was sneezing again. Once, twice, three times.

Elain smiled apologetically, but Cassian was entirely too focused on something else to even notice. A small flower , woven into her hair. A familiar sight, he thought, just one he couldn’t exactly place.

Before he could think about it, he was reaching for it, taking Elain and himself by surprise with his sudden move.

“You have something-” He trailed off, holding the small blue flower in his hand, trying to place it.

“Oh.” Elain chuckled softly, taking a step back as if to protect him from any more sneezing. He was grateful for it. “It’s the new flowers we got today.” She explained, smiling sweetly. “I spent the entire morning planting them in Feyre’s gardens.”

Cassian frowned, eyeing Elain again. “Are you sure we don’t have these somewhere else?”

Elain laughed, Az going suddenly very quiet. Cassian eyed him, oddly feeling as if he had been handed the easiest puzzle piece and still failing it somehow. “I’m sure, Cass. I ordered them specifically for Feyre’s new gardens a few months ago.” She eyed them both quizzically, something flashing in her eyes as she looked at Azriel, eyes widening comically as she backtracked. “Or… Or maybe I got some for Nesta? It’s happened before-”

“No, that’s not it.” He shook his head, eyeing Azriel closely. His daring eyes, his clothes, his boots…

And the fucking blue flower pressed to the toe of them.

Cassian felt his eyes widen, his heart beating loudly before his brain could even catch up with what his body had already figured out.

“Holy fuck, are you-” the rest of his words muffled by Azriel’s scarred hands, silenced by the flashing in the shadowsinger’s eyes that warned him about the dangers of even thinking about whatever was about to come out of his mouth.

Elain looked entirely too calm - if only not for the panic in her pretty eyes as she eyed them both, unsure of what to say. Cassian wasn’t sure he wanted to hear her explain anything, if he was being honest.

Her flushed skin, her rumpled hair… Not only from spending an entire morning working under the heat of the sun. The flower in her hair, suspiciously identical to the one pressed against the toe of Azriel’s boot. Not the sole of it, but the toe , as if he had been kneeling …

Oh, he was going to be sick.

“What’s happening right now?” Feyre’s voice broke him out of his stupor, Azriel’s eyes flickering to their High Lady even if his hand remained pressed against his mouth. Cassian pushed his brother away, gasping for air. Had the asshole forgotten his stuffy nose or was he actually trying to kill him?

Rhys sighed. “Don’t worry yourself about them, Feyre darling.” He said, taking her hand in his and pulling her in the direction of the front door. “You all know where the door is, so please make use of it sooner rather than later.” He said over his shoulder, just before turning around and sending Elain a charming smile. “Except you, Elain. Make yourself at home.” And then he was gone, his mate under his arm as they strolled down the sidewalk.

Cassian stood dumbfounded, mouth gaping as his eyes flickered between the two people in front of him. Azriel simply rolled his eyes, as if Cassian was the one being dramatic. Elain simply tilted her head as she watched him with open curiosity.

He wanted to throttle them both.

“How long?” He sputtered. “How did it even… What…” He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “Are you guys out of your mind?” He whined. “If Rhys finds out-”

“He won’t.” Azriel said with deadly calm. As if it were truly that simple.

But Cassian was undeterred. “He will if you’re fucking in his garden, you genius.” He drawled, not missing how Elain pressed her face against Azriel’s stomach, trying to hide her laughter. As if it were funny . Cassian didn’t even blink at their sudden familiarity. As if, deep down, it simply made sense.

“He won’t find out, Cass.” He assured quietly, just as his hand reached out to play with her hair, stroking it, his eyes softening slightly as he looked down at the female next to him.

No, he couldn’t say he was surprised.

Sure, it had taken him by surprise, but not because he hadn’t seen it coming, he supposed. After months of odd behaviour from his brother, months of seeing him weirdly… content. Not to mention the fights over Elain’s privacy, the discomfort over Lucien’s presence…It was as if everything simply clicked.

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. Nesta would become insufferable once she got wind of this.

“Does Lucien-”

“No.” But it wasn’t Azriel that interrupted him, even if his brother moved slightly, as if to protect Elain from his words. Elain’s voice, however, left no room for questions, almost daring him to ask anything else. Cassian knew she had already made herself clear over where she stood concerning Vanserra’s affection.

Cassian also knew what Nesta would do to him if he found out he had told his sister that she should take the male’s feelings into consideration. Such conversation had taken place when they had made a bet, only days after the solstice last year. I’m pretty sure they’re hooking up , Nesta had said casually as she watched Az and Elain talk softly on the other side of the room. Cassian had laughed - loudly - which eventually led to a bet being made. Nesta had looked entirely too smug when he had agreed to it, but he hadn’t even stopped to think about it.

He was seriously regretting his own life choices.

Cassian sighed. “I hope you guys know what you’re doing.”

Elain squared her shoulders, raising her chin as she looked at Cassian. Yet, she never once stepped away from Az. “We do.” She said, a quiet conviction to her voice that he wouldn’t dare question. She gulped, squeezing Azriel’s scarred hand. An assurance , Cassian realised.

That Az didn’t immediately pull his hand away was probably the most surprising thing happening in the past few hours.

“There are some choices that are worth being made, Cass.” She simply said, as if such words said enough already. Cassian supposed they did. To them at least. As if they contained a multitude of feelings, of secrets that no one could really understand but them - no matter how much others tried to question them.

Elain tilted her head, brown eyes assessing him in a way that made him question if she truly saw more than she let on. “No matter what or who might stand against them.”

A quiet promise, he presumed. A threat to those who weren’t even present to hear it, as if Elain was stealing herself and Az, for what lay ahead. Cassian wasn’t sure what to say, what assurances to offer, what support to give - not when the future seemed so uncertain to all of them.

But Cassian couldn’t worry about that right now - not when he had to tell Nesta she had won the bet.

Mother save him .

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jkoo-njoo · 2 years

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College crush - 1

summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 956, on going

warnings : light stalking, fixation

author’s note : I have loooots of unfinshed drafts that have been pilling up and this is one of them !! This is my first time trying out headcanons AND a multiple part fic!!! Also this story is going to feature some yandere/oblivious type of reasoning. The summary is kinda dramatic but nothing immoral or out of pocket will happen I swear. hope u enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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1 / the loving bird & the shining gemstone

Jungkook couldn’t be more bored while walking around campus going to his next class ; but when his eyes landed on the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, it was as if a thunderbolt hit him right at the top of his head.

- Him seeing you for the first time

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing,,, he was completly starstruck

You had such soft features. Your gorgeous almond eyes holding that fierce gaze of yours, your cute round nose and your beautiful plump lips were all so mesmerizing to look at.

You were sprinting around the campus, looking as absent minded as him, with your head in the clouds

Yet you had so much confidence in your walk, your long braids bouncing on your back with each step you took with assurance

He was so struck on you that he didn’t even notice how he stopped dead in his track in the middle of the pathway, starring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth

He felt so light-headed, like he just witnessed the apparition of an angel right in front of him

Entering one of the doors leading to the campus’ library, you disappeared from his sight

He went on with his day, but he never stopped thinking about you. Even if he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his mind

He longed the feeling you gave him, in his stomach

It was... so sudden, yet so impactful..?

He absolutely needed to see you again.

- Longing you

A few weeks passed after the first time he saw you

And he has started to see you literally everywhere : in the hallways, in lectures, at the cafeteria, and even at the convenience store near the dorms

At the begining it was pure coincidence, or dare he say luck

But after sometimes, it was more so his doing, simply because he couldn’t go a whole day without trying to see you at least once.

You were fascinating to him. He was growing fond of all your daily habits and your little quirks

Like your favorite spot at the library ; or the one snack you take every single time to eat during your studies (triple chocolate fudge cookies - you need to eat more fruit >:() ; or even the way you run late to your classes sometimes and he thinks that’s it’s impossible to look this gracious while running around the campus

He wanted to know more, like your favorite fragrances so he could buy you 10 bottles of it,

Or your favorite flowers so he would fill your desk with fresh ones every weeks

Or which hoodie of his do you prefer so he can give it up for you to wear because you would look so good in them and he would melt knowing that you were wearing his clothes

He craved more of you in his life so bad ; but right now, he just felt like a stalker.

And the fact that you lived in the building right next to his did not arrange this feeling, because he has to take the same route as you to go home

Now, he wasn’t complaining, at all

At least he could make sure that no one followed you and that you could go home safe

And if anyone ever tries to harm you in any way he will be there to protect you

Also its ok because he never followed you right in front of your door step ; that’s going too far. He’d never want to make you feel unsafe

Nevertheless, he had to find a way to get in contact with you.

Now, it was easier said than done : he’s always been a very shy guy, not very comfortable socialising or making new friends

Talking to you and keeping you close would be one of the biggest challenge he’ll have to face since he started his college life ;

But you can’t get nothing unless you get out of your comfort zone, right..?

- Anticipation and hope

He had a plan.

A long-time plan. He had to be commmited for it to work

And oh was he ready

So, he remarked that you were in a photography club on top of your law studies

This was an incredible find by the way because he didn’t even know this club existed and he absolutely loves photography himself

He already contacted the head of the club and they said that the applications to enter the club for the year would close soon

And that it was welcoming to any level of photographer

This was the perfect pretext to slowly and smoothly enter your social circle and eventually your life

Just thinking about being close to you while doing something he loves gave him chills

anyways

While in the club, he’d just have to wait until they plan a group project or something so he’ll introduce himself to you ; then you do the project together ; then you fall head over heels in love for him ; then you get married

What do you mean it’s not realistic.

It’s absolutely feasible.

He even looked up researches in psychology that prove that love at first sight exists.

He even looked at techniques on how to make anyone obsessed with you

He will provoke it by becoming a constant & familiar occurence in your life, so you have no choice but to choose him.

So, it’s set : tomorrow, he will go and apply to enter the photography club ; and the plan will begin

He was so excited at the idea of seeing you more often, and mayhaps sitting right next to you

Just thinking about the possibilities made his heart race

After calming himself with deep breathes and a solid journal entry, he fell asleep

That night, like most these days, his mind was filled with fantasies of you, and his face adorned the most content smile of all

He finally had you at the tip of his fingers

And he will not let you go.

#lufy’s fics ♤#thebtswritersclub #bts x black reader #bts x poc reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts headcanons #bts imagines #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook headcanons #college au #soft yandere #jungkook is shy and obsessed

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aliceindaisychains999 · 2 months

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may I request a fox and bun headcanon🥺👉🏻👈🏻

YES YOU MAY!

But why do just one? I’M SENDING PLENTY YOUR WAY

Fox and Bun (Primis)

One night, you both went to a restaurant date together. The same place had open mic night. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be brave enough to go up just as you were both ordering dessert. Edward dedicates a song to you, the song in question being The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. He actually did an incredible job! It was a miracle he wasn’t shaky on stage. “Oh no, I was terrified. If I messed up even one note I would never forgive meinself! After all, you only deserve the best.”

Spring date at a botanical garden. The two of you walk about during mid-May to savor the abundance fragrance of sweet wisteria in the air. You sit by the Peonies and have a small picnic lunch. A butterfly gracefully lands on your shoulder and he takes a picture to remember it fondly. Another butterfly lands on Edward’s nose. It made him sneeze

He’s crafted you your own weapon. Just in the case the apocalypse was to happen again! It’s a Mark II Raygun with the name Julia engraved on the left side in silver cursive. He also has a resin necklace of a daisy with your name in it in case you weren’t going to like the gun

You know how you stress over Edward’s well being like him leaving the house without a coat on in late Autumn? If you did so much as cut your finger a little by mistake, he’d throw everything aside to take care of you. You WILL let him clean it with antiseptic and bandage it and kiss it better

I think he would be a good teacher. Not just gushing over miscellaneous science topics to you, but he would teach you German a little bit at a time. His goal is to have you fluent enough so you guys can flip between languages whenever. The look of fear on Dempsey’s face will be so satisfying!

He knows how it feels to be lonely. It feeds into his introversion at times. But when it happens to you, Edward will go to the ends of the Earth to bring you warmth. “Anyone would be a fool to put themselves in the position to lose you. I feel as you deserve better than I could ever give you. But there’s no one else who feels so right for me as you are. Julia, I promise to be the one who will do anything to help you remember this. It’s the absolute least you deserve. I love you.”

#cod zombies #edward richtofen #codz #call of duty zombies #fox and bun #🦊🐰#🐰🦊#my writing

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the-phantom-author · 8 months

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hasan giggling when you guys find out you’re pregnant 🥹🥹 immediately booking you appointments, searching up cribs and stuff for your nursery- do you think he’d tell his mom and his family right away, or wait until you were showing or something? would he give them a call on the phone or have everyone over for dinner and make an event out of it?! tbh i can see him telling just his mom right away and waiting for everyone else. also def see him buying you a bunch of gifts so you’re comfortable while your body is changing and you’re going through something so incredible, from maternity clothes and comfort stuff to fancy jewelry and perfumes. would buy you a pregnancy pillow then immediately get jealous that you’re not cuddling him instead

- 🍄

I feel like Hasan is the kind of guy who would want to tell people in person. Like, I can absolutely see him telling his mom immediately, and waiting for the 12 week mark to start telling others. The first being people he knows who have kids, to help him gain some first hand knowledge and some help, but waiting until you start showing showing to tell other people.

He'd value your comfort so much, not that he didn't before it's just so much more now. It's one of those things where if you look at something for even a bit to long he's buying it for. You walk past a store and spend a few seconds to long, the next thing you know it's in your closet.

He also seems like the kind who would put furniture together as soon as it comes in. Like oh, the bookcase is in before anything else? Then it's getting put together. The dresser comes in? It's put up before the next day.

Not to mention how indulgent he'd be when it comes to the nesting phase of your pregnancy. You want to change the chair that in the nursery, go ahead, he'll even be the one to put it together. Want the house to smell a certain way? He'll go out hunting for the perfect candles and fragrance spays to get it there.

Hasan also huge on push presents. A ring with your, his, and the child's birthstones. A bracelet that you've been meaning to get. A fancy bag. Flowers waiting for you at home. He just wants to know that he appreciates you and the fact that you've birthed his child.

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #🍄#dad!hasan

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nohoney · 9 months

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omg k sweetness I apologise for the influx of c&c asks… I am now riding the fluffy/happy smut train and am happily thinking ab c&c. us!yn suffering in the corner; everything is totally FINE!

for u darling („• ᴗ •„)

warnings: takes place before pt 1, sort of cheating but also not (reader and dabi are not a couple yet), slight drug use

You can vividly remember the very first time it happened, when Dabi first came around you smelling like another girl. It confused you because just a few hours ago he was bidding you goodbye with a lingering kiss, telling you that he was excited to see you later on again. And he did arrive as promised, but the smell of a perfume you didn’t recognize followed with him.

It was a beautiful fragrance but you soured when he had leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Who were you with?” you asked apprehensively. It was difficult to keep your cool and you couldn’t ignore how loud your heart was beating in your rib cage. Watching Dabi just casually make himself comfortable as he had been doing the last two weeks didn’t settle you like it should. Not when he smelled like another girl.

It sprouted an ugly feeling in your stomach that gradually clawed its way up into your chest. Dabi answers with a dismissive wave of his hand and says ‘some girl’, he tells you not to worry about it. You do try to, you genuinely do. He smells of powdery honey that actually smells so rich and decadent. The staying power of this perfume is wonderful and a part of you desperately wants to know what the fragrance is so that you can buy a little bottle for yourself. The other half of you is growing restless and irritated.

“Who were you with?” you repeat your question from before.

The last two weeks, Dabi filled your mind and you were spending all your time with him. You were gushing over him to your friends, denying having a crush but looking more than a little excited whenever he returned your texts. Slowly you were starting to itch for him, long for him when he wasn’t around, hope silently that he’d drop whatever he’s doing and make plans to be with you instead.

Blue eyes look to you and he looks uneasy, like he’s debating on giving you the same answer or if he should answer truthfully. “I told you, just some girl. No one important.”

It’s not a good enough answer because you know it wasn’t just him hanging out. Dabi doesn’t hang out with anyone. The only other answer is your mind is that he sold to someone and he… you don’t want to talk about it-

“Did you fuck her?” the question slips out before you can even think about it.

The room is silent and uncomfortable.

Dabi looks at you and you stare back at him. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears and your mind begins to spiral. “I thought you liked me.” the words fly out again because his lack of response to your question is beginning to upset you. “We’re, like, doing all these things together and you fucked someone else?”

“I never really stopped fucking other people,” Dabi admits and his tone implies that he has no regret, “it’s really not important to tell you.”

Your face heats in embarrassment and you feel like a fool. “I think you should go.” you tell him, looking more past him rather than at him.

It hurts that Dabi leaves without any explanation or apology to try to stay. He leaves silently and shuts the door with a quiet click. At first you wait just a few moments, hoping that he’ll come back through the door and he’ll talk to you. That he’ll express some regret in hurting you and that he’ll promise that he won’t do it again. After two minutes pass, it’s evident that you are left alone and you sit on your bed with your head in your hands. Angry tears sting behind your eyes but you don’t want to let them fall.

But you’re hurt because here’s this guy you know you really liked but he made you feel so stupid.

So you get drunk in your bedroom, crying into your pillow and deciding whether to send a ‘fuck you’ text or to just ghost Dabi altogether. Your girls would say to ghost him but you like Dabi. You like spending time with him and how he actually plays along with you when you get a little silly, you like how he takes care of you and you feel special that he told you that he’s never spent this much time with someone before.

So why did he still fuck someone else?

Maybe it’s my fault… I didn’t say anything. But I don’t even know if I want him as my boyfriend.

His contact is displayed on your phone screen and your thumb hesitates tapping the call button. You want to yell at him and you want to tell him to explain himself. A bottle of fruity vodka is filled into a pink mug and you sip and chase it with juice. You struggle slightly to be able to stand in place, leaning against your fridge for support and still staring at your phone screen.

Your thumb jams at the call button and the phone begins to ring.

It picks up after a few rings and Dabi voice’s answers roughly, “Hello?”

Why did you fuck someone else? I really like you and I thought you liked me. What the fuck?

It was your intention to say all those things but instead you burst into tears, blubbering gibberish and the only comprehensible thing that could come out your mouth was his name. He had hung up and it only made you cry harder when the call ended but you had failed to hear him tell you that he was on his way.

On the floor of your bedroom you were facedown and weeping quietly when you were slowly turned over on your back. You sniffled and hiccuped trying to speak and calm yourself.

“Alright doll, just calm down. I’m here.”

Dabi helped you to your bathroom, holding your hair back and waiting patiently as you threw up into the toilet. The taste of stomach acid and fruit juice laid on your tongue in a disgusting mixture, tears pricked your eyes from throwing up your guts but you had stopped crying. It’s disgusting to gather the taste in your mouth but you spit it into the toilet before flushing.

It takes a few minutes for you to pull yourself together before you look over, Dabi having brought you a bottle of water and he’s fishing out something from his pocket. He fishes out his car key and dips it into the small baggy of coke, carefully holding it up for you to take a bump. “Here, to straighten you out a little.”

You lean over and inhale the white powder into your nostril, the brief smell of gas hits your nose and Dabi does the same for your other nostril.

“I like you…” you slur to him, not all of the alcohol having been purged out your system, “I like you!”

Dabi looks uncomfortable but he pushes the water bottle towards you. “Look, I’m here. I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone else.” he assures you softly, “I don’t answer crying girls at this time of night. If anything, they get blocked.”

The cocaine slowly hits your brain and you feel a bit more lucid, but there’s still no mistaking that you still feel hurt. “Dabi…”

“We can talk about this in the morning-“ he tries to help you to your feet but you shake off his touch.

“Why not now?” a slight spark of anger shows as you glare up at his handsome face, “You-You did me dirty! You were leading me on!”

A hand runs down his face and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s late, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” he attempts to tell you again but you’re adamant that he answer you now. It’s the first time you see him get impatient with you and all he does he bend back down to your level, giving you a chilling stare that makes you quiet down.

He gets no fuss as he helps clean you up and gets in bed with you. Dabi spoons you from behind and he doesn’t offer any goodnight to you. Even in your somewhat drunk state, you sensed that it was better that you stay quiet.

In the morning, nothing gets discussed. Instead he nurses your hangover, staying by your side and helping clean the sticky mess of alcohol that you don’t even remember spilling on your kitchen countertop. What was supposed to be a discussion doesn’t get addressed and a part of you fears that if you bring it up then Dabi won’t be willing to stick around.

It’s not like you were super sure about dating him either so you also didn’t feel like you had any right to be so upset with him.

But in the way Dabi kisses you, there’s tenderness in it that makes you a little weak, it brings back the little fuzzy feeling you’d been feeling since you and him first started fucking. For a few days, it’s back to the routine of spending all your time with him. Another day he returns smelling like another girl and he sees the unhappy look on your face, but this time he’s more careful to be approach you.

It’s not necessarily a silent agreement to not discuss, but you see that Dabi goes out of his way to try to please you and make you happier. That he’s doting on you in his own way and that he wants to continue to be around you.

You decide that you like him enough to let these things happen.

#as usual ty for the wonderful asks bb <3 #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi angst #tw drugs #us series

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 1 year

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Resident Evil Fragrances

I had to do this. What fragrances would Resident Evil characters wear? I did some research and this is what I found! Please feel free to share your thoughts and ideas about these picks as well :)

Claire Redfield

ABBOT Papaya Isla

-Claire is a very sweet woman. I wanna squeeze her pretty face and give it kisses. In return, she would probably bust my ass. Upon first glance, she has an innocence to her, but that woman can kill without blinking. Therefore, this fragrance of exotic florals, papaya, and ambrox play on both her loving side and a tad bit of her “eat shit and die” side.

Chris Redfield

Valentino Uomo Intense

-This man has probably worn the same fragrance for his entire adult life. I can’t imagine he bought this himself. It was likely a partner, or a friend, who got this for him as a gift and he’s worn it ever since. Regardless, they matched him spot-on with mandarin orange, iris, vanilla and leather. This is a sexy, masculine scent that has everyone swooning (including me).

Leon Kennedy

Bleu De Chanel

-I will die on the “Leon is a clean boy” hill. As soon as he gets back from a mission, the first thing he wants to do is shower. This combination of woody notes, lemon, mint, and pineapple are the ultimate fresh boy experience. After he cleans off the zombie guts, he sprays this and everyone is on him. A clean Leon is a very happy Leon.

Ada Wong

Initio Absolute Aphrodisiac

-I had to go in for her. She’s a very sexy and mysterious heartbreaker. Girl has her reasons for doing the shit she does and I know she doesn’t care about others opinions. This girl is vanilla with a sharp edge of amber, leather, and musk. A bad girl in a tight, red dress will want some baddie elegance, hence this is her ultimate weapon.

Ashley Graham

Jousset Accident À La Vanille

-Ashley is young, flirty, and clearly the damsel in distress (there, I said it). However, she carries herself well and has some kind of faith in the world. This fragrance is rather pricy, but she’s the president’s daughter, so who cares. She is going to smell like a creme-saver as this fragrance is nothing but vanilla on vanilla on a splash of sandalwood.

Luis Sera

H Habibi Honeyed Tobacco & Oud

-Luis is a tricky fellow, but I managed to pin down a fragrance I think he’d like. Man oozes sensuality, yet you can also pick up on the levels of distain in his tone at times. Notes of honey, sweet tobacco, and oud combine everything that Luis exudes and at a price everyone can enjoy (wink wink). Tell me you wouldn’t crave his scent and I know you’d be lying.

Merchant (for fun)

Fantomas Nasomatto

-Okay, this isn’t a conventional fragrance by any means, but Merchant doesn’t seem like the guy to buy into fashionable perfumes. I would imagine his natural scent is similar to this Nasomatto with notes of gunpowder, earth, a few sweet notes, and smoky patchouli. Dude sells weapons and my personal headcanon is that he sucks on candies throughout the day, hence the slight sweetness.

#resident evil #resident evil leon #resident evil claire #resident evil chris #resident evil ashley #resident evil merchent #resident evil luis #resident evil ada #fragrance #fragrantica #Perfume #cologne #Headcanon #humor #resident evil humor #nerding out

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whiskeysmulti · 4 months

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(Here is another of the batch of requested lil deliveries! Next one is the last one 8) This one is for TYL Gokudera specifically for the Tsu-chan verse. Yeep, me borrowing one of my other muses for this? More likely than you’d think.))

All the other gifts have been delivered for the others, but there was one last person to deliver to. As one would expect, finding the Right hand wasn’t as easy as it could be for some of the guardians.

A busy guy had a hectic schedule, so tracking him down wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Ultimately, he’d sent a message via Kusakabe that Gokudera was to meet him in one of the meeting rooms.

The Cloudian was already irritated enough with having delivered gifts on the behalf of a certain brunette, and going on some chase of a workaholic was not his preferred idea of spending his day.

When the other arrives, the elder of the two hands Gokudera a bag. “Haru Miura sends her regards, inside the bag are what she’s prepared for you. I’ll be in Italy for a few more days, you can coordinate a return response through me.” He’s being generous, offering to deliver something to Haru should it be requested of him.

YAWN

With his role complete, he could finally leave and take his regularly scheduled nap. Without another word, he simply leaves the room.

Inside of the bag is a letter and a red box that had chocolate covered espresso beans. It would seem from the fragrance that she’d sprayed the letter with her favorite perfume.

The letter reads:

[Dear Gokudera,

Assuming Hibari-san wasn’t delayed by anything, you should’ve received this on Valentine’s day. I knew that he was going to be visiting Italy, so I asked him a tiny favor. He may have adjusted his schedule accordingly, so if his doing so brought any inconvenience to you, I apologize for that. Don’t blame him for listening to my whims.

Like every year, I’ll find a way to celebrate Valentine’s day with everyone. I know that you weren’t very partial to sweets, but I do know Italy loves their coffee, so I opted to gift you some chocolate covered espresso beans. They make for a lovely snack when you’re tired, you know?

It’s not too sweet, and it keeps for a while. Convenient for on the go, I thought. I hope you’re remembering to eat and take breaks, or your body is going to break down sooner than you think. I remember that I used to be able to deliver things in person, but that’s a bit harder to do now, for obvious reasons.

That’s just how things are though. You have your goals and ambitions and I have my place in Japan. I’m always hoping for the best and praying for your safety. I miss seeing you, but Tsu-chan needs you there, so do your best with everything, okay? I’m doing well over here with all the kids. They miss their ‘uncle grumpy’ too, huhu!

Happy Valentine’s day, Gokudera.

Sincerely,

Haru Miura]

Valentine's Day asks 2023- accepting!

Carefully he opened the letter, taking in the fragrant perfume. Azalea, a common spring time flower in Japan. Most often in spring the sakura was in bloom, but he also recalled who was delivering the letter and it made sense why Haru wouldn't use that scent specifically, but chose azalea with notes of lavender with chamomile instead still befitting of her name meaning Springtime.

Haru had often prepared gifts for him with lavender and it took until now for him to recall the meaning of that specific flower, serenity, devotion, silence, purity, grace and calmness. It was an unspoken sign for him to relax. His job was hectic and stressful sometimes but knowing she was still waiting on him made it worth it.

The lavender reminded him of her, however another item drew him in, the bright red box. He'd never been fond of too many baked goods, stemming from memories of illness caused by Bianchi's cooking, therefore the espresso beans were a perfect gift. The slightly bitter coffee taste paired with the cocoa perfectly and a few of those could calm his sweet tooth on the rare occasion it acted up, he often preferred savory anyway.

He'd prepare a return gift for her. He'd held on to an article of clothing from his teen years even though he'd long since grown out of it. He sprayed it with his cologne for her to have something of his to wear for when she missed him.

Fishing out some money he wrote down a list of flowers for an arrangement to be made and sent to Haru from him. At the core, red roses, a symbol of love and passion. Pink peony for happiness, romance, love, beauty. Lavender sprigs and camellia would surround the arrangement, a symbol of devotion. Add some blue larkspur and purple heliotrope to accent the reds and pinks, meaning? First love and eternal love.

He handed it over to Hibari as he wrote a quick note.

[Haru,

Thank you for the lovely gifts this year. I'm sorry we have to spend the day apart, but duty calls and we were prepared for things like this when we entered this relationship. I hope you're doing well and the children are behaving. Things are hectic here sometimes, but hearing from you again makes it worth it.

Take care of the Boss and the kids for now, I'll see you soon enough.

I've put in a request for a transfer back to Japan.

Yours always,

Hayato.]

They might not get to spend Valentine's Day together this year, but he'd see her soon enough once the 10th approved his transfer to their branch in Japan.

#asks #ic #muse; hayato #queenharumiura #valentine's day 2024 #verse; lady boss au

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luckyluan · 3 months

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The Detectives, Pt. IV

FEB 12, 2024 - 11:10PM

Sawyer watched as Payton fussed with a length of golden rope. Payton, a lanky Black guy with his signature tapered fade tucked neatly under the brim of a black velvet Stetson, did not look up. Bright constellations twinkled and drifted across Payton’s hat as he shook the length of rope for good measure.

“You know we don’t usually work this hard up here in St. James Parish.” Sawyer drawled.

Sawyer stood with the thumbs of his rugged hands looped around the grimy denim of his boot cut jeans. His plaid shirt fluttered in an easy breeze that bent the grass into smiling curves. The same breeze carried Sawyer’s scent under Payton’s nose and his mouth began to water.

The sweet top notes of Sawyer’s decadent smell reached him first. He smelled of a warm sugar—like cookies or a homeade pie—at first; and then the enticing smell of his soap caressed Payton’s nostrils like the scent of a leather and cashmere. It was the bottom layer that made it imposssible for Payton to think. Sawyer’s final layer of fragrance smelled of sweat—a hard day’s work—that penetrated the other smells with a subtle occupation that can only be described as expert.

“People only come up here to party or pet the unicorns, but look at you.” Sawyer smiled. “You’re handsome when you work.”

“Only when I work?” Payton shot back.

“I figured I’d start half mast. Test the waters before I dive. Can’t blame a cowboy for being cautious.” Sawyer said.

Sawyer leaned on a bale of hay and the tailored sides of his button down shirt front slid apart revealing Sawyer’s glistening abs and another source of distraction for Payton.

“Come here. What’s on your mind?” Sawyer said.

Payton let the bale of hay tumble from his fingers. He removed his gloves and wrapped his arms around Sawyer’s midsection. He felt Sawyer’s heavy arm sqeeze his shoulders as he nuzzled his chin in the stubble at his chest.

“Everything’s so fucked.” Payton said. “Someone is attacking Brimmens Alumni. Your dad’s retired friends, Maxim and Antwan; those kids that don’t have their powers anymore; the guy that came back to life; The four Blanchard Brothers entire power situation—the youngest even developed an a new abnormality. Even your missing unicorn...all because of this damn artifact.”

“Darlin’, you’re one person. There’s no way you are carrying all these things on your mind at once.” Sawyer mused. “You have to give yourself a break.”

“You don’t get it, Sawyer. Something is going on. I think all of this is connected. That trident...it started something I can’t put away just yet.”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, darlin’. I just want you to take a minute to yourself. I like to think you came up here to visit your husband, but I know you came up here to see if I talked to my pops or not.”

“That’s not true!” Payton shot back. “...what did he say though?”

Sawyer laughed as he spun Payton until his back was against the bale of hay. He stretched his arms out on either side of Payton and held his gaze. Sawyer’s green glass eyes made his brown face feel like a painting. Payton could usually get lost in his ocean colored eyes, but he was too distracted and Sawyer only smiled.

“Pops is handling it. He’s pretty upset after the scuffle with Baz, but he’s tracing the artifact as it changes hands. The last person that used it apparently erased his bestfriend’s memory with it.”

“So, he’s closer to finding out how it got here...” Payton mumbled.

“He’s your chief, baby. You talk to him. I’m sure he’d love to hear you out.” Sawyer said.

“I know. I just don’t want it to seem like I’m skipping the line, ya know? The Commissioner of the Magical Artifact Reclamation Sector is my father-in-law.”

“And his fine ass son is your husband. You know, sometimes I’m not sure which impresses you more and I don’t know how to feel about that. Just talk to him how you talk to Commander Vance or Chancellor Goddfrey.”

“But they’re easy to talk to, babe. Your dad is...different.” Payton spoke to a loose button on Sawyer’s shirt.

“Be careful.” Sawyer’s tone warned. “And you know I stay out of Office of Restraint business. I mean, what would I know anywany. It isn’t like anyone talks to me not even my husband who came all the way to St. James Mythic Resuce to ask me about my dad.”

Sawyer shrugged past him and stormed off toward the lake. A griffin bowed to him as he passed and Sawyer instinctively returned the gesture before trudging off.

“You never learn. Do you, Payton Kyle? Fuck.” Payton chided himself.

He shoved his gloves back on and heaved the last bales of hay onto his pile. He huffed and whispered a few choice words at his husband’s back. He stopped only when his phone rang.

“Kyle.” He said into the receiver. “Nah, that’s not far. I’m at my father-in-law's ranch not too far from there. I’ll meet you in 20.”

Payton shoved his phone back into the pocket of his jeans and turned to the massive dog lounging in the front seat of the truck. The grey dog lifted one of its heads as Payton approached.

“When he stops pouting and undoubtedly asks where I am,” Payton said. “tell him his husband had to go back to spying on his coworkers to keep magic from being exposed—a favor he was asked by his father-in-law.”

Payton stormed off and came to a halt. He turned and trudged back to the three headed dog who fixed him with an incredulous look. Payton scratched the dog behind the ears.

“Thank you very much, Deuchalion.” he cooed.

The dog licked a fork tongue at Payton’s cheek before he stormed off in the direction of the farm house.

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hoodie-prince-kid · 1 year

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Hi so a while ago I was talking to a friend about Azure in Super Paper Mario and figured it would be really cute if he found Blumiere and Timpani and brought them back to Flipside to see the old crew (featuring redeemed Dimentio) again so uhhh here's a one-shot about that, enjoy :)

(also yes i made this divider)

“He was, um… a good person, at heart. Underneath it all, he was only a grieving soul.”

“What happened to him?”

She sighed and chose her words carefully. “I… guess he finally got his happy ending.”

Nastasia was a very nice person, despite her monotone exterior. Azure was never one to judge a book by its cover, but he had to admit that the first time he saw the group of former villains, he immediately marked them as interesting. Even Dimentio, who he knew had a bad reputation, had settled down and got along with the others.

And now, he was wishing he’d listened when Dimentio and Nastasia warned him to avoid the glowing purple blocks in the air.

At least this mysterious place was pleasant. An open grassy field, a crystalline blue sky, the sun warm and inviting. Such perfect weather reminded Azure of the Mushroom Kingdom. “I wonder how close I am…?” he asked himself at this realization.

Regardless of where he was, he had to keep walking, or else he’d never get to any sort of civilization. So he walked.

And walked.

And walked…

Until finally it was dark, and he could barely keep awake now. The stars were beautiful, he could stand and watch them for hours if he weren’t so exhausted. But a break might not hurt, right? Just a moment of rest, and then he’d keep going…

“I never properly met the lass, but I knew how much he loved ‘er. Never been too keen on mushy stuff, but his story… it touched this warrior’s heart.”

“Did he ever find her?”

“I like teh think he did,” he mused, “but what it cost… his strength was more than I could ever dream to ‘ave.”

Wafting through the air was the scent of soup… cheddar and potato, the kind O’Chunks favored. Taking in a deep breath of the fragrance, Azure opened his eyes and looked around.

A small, cozy cottage greeted him. A few tapestries hung on the wall, the room decorated with simple wooden furniture adorned with houseplants and some picture frames. In the corner stood a hatstand where a white top hat and cloak rested, and the door opened to a very homey main room.

Azure sat up and took a good look into the main room. “Hello?” he called, throwing caution to the wind.

A beautiful lady with long white hair poked her head out from a hallway in the main room. “Oh! You’re awake…” She quickly made her way to greet Azure. “My husband and I found you passed out in the field outside… Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Azure shook his head. “I’m okay, thanks for asking! It’s a good thing you found me, huh? I’m a Jewel Sprite, and I sort of exerted myself yesterday. My name’s Azure, by the way! Sorry to bother you, Miss.”

“Call me Timpani, it’s nice to meet you, Azure… I have soup on the stove if you’re hungry,” she offered, a kind smile on her face.

“Cheddar potato, right?” Azure asked. “A friend of mine loves that kind of soup.”

Timpani nodded at Azure, laughing a little. “You know your stuff, don’t you?”

“I love food! It’s one of my favorite reasons for traveling!”

“You’re a traveler? I’d like to hear more about that…”

“He woulda liked you a lot, y’know.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You’ve got such a love for life, I’m almost jealous. You could teach him a thing or two,” she giggled. “But in his defense, he was a really sweet guy. Cared a lot about us, right up ‘til the end.”

Mimi would have adored Timpani’s dress; white accented with rainbows to match her hair. Azure commented on this, to which Timpani replied her husband had made it for her.

“You seem to love your husband a lot, huh? Where is he right now?” Azure asked before taking a sip from his bowl.

“He’s out in the garden,” Timpani replied, “he should be in for dinner soon. He’s very sweet, I think he’ll like you.”

As if on cue, the back door opened, and stepping inside was what Azure could only describe as a shadow person. He had bright glowing orange eyes and was brushing dirt off his coat, and upon seeing Azure, smiled politely. “I see that you are awake.”

“Azure, this is my husband, Count Blumiere. He carried you here when we found you… Blumiere, this is Azure, he was lost when we found him,” Timpani introduced them.

“Thanks for the help, Count!” Azure chirped. “And you too, Lady Timpani. I’d like to get your soup recipe for my friend when I get back, I think he’d love it.”

Timpani smiled. “Of course.”

“Where were you heading, Azure?” the Count asked, looking at the Sprite expectantly.

He shrugged. “I kinda got sucked into a warp hole and landed here. This place is kinda familiar though. If I’m not mistaken, that mountain to the north is Shiver Mountain, which means to the west is Toad Town. I’ve got some friends there that can help me out.”

“A warp hole?” Blumiere furrowed his eyebrows. “Where did you come from?”

“A different dimension called Flipside. And, um, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve got some friends back there waiting for you, Count,” Azure smiled, hoping his assumption was correct.

“Full of himself, I’d say he was. Like a paradoxical water glass.”

“Everyone else seems to like him, though…”

“Ahahaha. You should know by now that I am not one to follow the norms.” His smile didn’t fade. “...I will confess, however- I did him wrong. He treated me with kindness and I repaid him with betrayal.”

A performance in Toad Town would be one Dimentio would most certainly enjoy holding. It was busy this time of day, but that didn’t deter Azure’s eagerness to get Count Blumiere and Lady Timpani to the castle to see Peach and Mario and the others again. Blumiere seemed especially hesitant, but Timpani’s patience and Azure’s optimism were enough to keep him feeling assured.

With the help of Merlon, the three of them were back in Flipside.

Somehow, Azure wasn’t exactly used to Flipside and got lost pretty consistently. But Blumiere and Timpani knew their way around, and all Azure had to do was mention that at about this time, the crew would be at Sweet Smiles for lunch for Blumiere to have a sudden burst of confidence upon knowing exactly where that was. When they arrived, though, he stopped at the door.

“Are you alright?” Timpani asked, gently placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

Blumiere laid his hand on top of hers. “I am fine, just… hesitant.”

“There’s no reason to wait,” Azure smiled. “They all really want to see you again, I promise. But you can take your time if you really need that.”

The Count took in a deep breath and smiled softly. “Thank you, both of you.”

And with that, he pushed open the restaurant door.

It wasn’t too full, but it certainly was noisy. They were instantly greeted by O’Chunks’ raucous laughter at the table in the corner, where the Count’s former minions were eating together as Azure predicted. The group fell silent as the three of them walked in.

Mimi stood up. “COUNT?!”

The Count froze, seeming alarmed. “Ah- um, yes, hello-”

Before he could try and explain, the shapeshifter tackled him in a hug. “Where have you BEEN?! We’ve missed you so much!”

He could only stammer in response.

“My Count… is that really you?” came Nastasia’s quiet voice as she stood up as well.

Azure peeked out from behind Blumiere to smile at everyone. “Look who I found!”

O’Chunks’ disbelieving expression turned into a wide and happy grin. “Well put me in water an’ call me a boat, yer alive!! Good teh have yeh back, Count Bleck!”

“Please, it’s Blumiere,” the Count mumbled, finally returning Mimi’s hug. She let him go and dragged him to the table, Timpani and Azure in tow. “There is a lot of catching up to do, I assume…”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, Count!” Mimi giggled.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Everyone turned to see Nastasia glaring at Dimentio, who was getting ready to teleport. The harlequin cleared his throat.

“Ah. I was… of the mindset my presence would not be welcome here,” he stated. Azure pouted, knowing Dimentio probably felt bad for what he did to Count Blumiere.

Blumiere shook his head. “I’ve been told you are changed, Dimentio. Despite what you have done, you are still a part of my crew.”

Dimentio tilted his head. “You… aren’t angry with me?”

The Count glanced at his wife. “I have been given a second chance in spite of my transgressions. In turn, I would like to give you the same.”

Awestruck, Dimentio only sat back down as the group happily began to fill Blumiere in on everything that had happened since his disappearance.

#hoodie writes #travelling azure #HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO

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I don’t know if you take requests for anything but I loved your post of the skincare/makeup products the Stargate characters would use and I need to know….what perfume/cologne do you think they would wear? Or types of scents that they’d be into? (Btw love your imagines)

Yay!!! I’m so glad you like my stuff!! Also yessss I do take requests and I would love an excuse to talk about fragrance! My credentials are I worked at Sephora for a year and a half and I spent a lot of time on the frag wall huffing every single bottle. As a general thing I’m very obsessed w genderless, warm spicy scents so that will be reflected in this post.

Jack: By The Fireplace by Replica was my gut reflex for Jack as soon as I saw this ask. I think he’d really love the woody notes and I think he’d also like it because he has the vibes of someone who smells like a campfire in general. A quick side note, I don’t think he’d wear fragrance too much and I think Normally he would smell like Gillette shaving cream. Also heads up, Replica will be over represented on this list because I love all their frags

Sam: not a perfume by Juliette has a gun. One of my personal favourite frags bc it has no base scent really it j mixes w ur body’s natural PH. I think she’d like it because it’s entirely unique to her and also because the brand name Juliette has a gun totally speaks to her

Daniel: Either Jazz Club or Coffee Break both by replica. I really think he’d go for a heavy musky scent as frags like that tend to be both timeless and classy. I think he’s definitely the type to consider names when he buys frags too, so these town seem perfect for him. Also as I’m writing this I am HUFFING Jazz Club like I’m fucking Jeremy Fragrance.

Teal’c: I desperately want him to smell like Carbon by Prada. I think he’d be super into the earthy scents but not the warm earthy. Just a nice cool kind of scent but still heavy. Overall, idk if Teal’c would be 100% into frags but this is my vision.

Janet: Chanel #5 100%. I think Janet would in general go for a light, barely there scent. It’s for that reason that I think she’d go for an eau de toilette as opposed to a full on perfume bc I think she would want it to wear off a bit quicker than normal in case she gets called into work (I’d imagine the infirmary is a scent free environment)

Jonas: THIS MAN HAS 1 MILLION FOR THE MEME!!!! I don’t think he cares about notes or anything I genuinely think that he saw a bar of gold on the Jeremy Fragrance “SEXY SWEET YUMMY” clip and just added it to cart lmao

Vala: when I first saw this ask I had so many ideas for vala that I think she would just be a fragrance addict. Like obviously Black Opium crossed my mind bc I do really think she’d like a heavier scent BUT I also thought about Miss Dior for a bit of a softer more floral moment. Then, I immediately was brought to Burberry Her for a more fruity floral. And, obviously, because she’s Vala, she would 1000% have a vast collection of Victoria’s Secret body sprays. Anyway I think she would have YSL Black Opium as her signature scent but she would be at Sephora every other weekend trying out a new roller ball.

Cam: Dior Sauvage enjoyer and not because he likes it but because it’s what he was told he should like. If I were to pick a fragrance for him, I would stay away from the warmer scents and actually go for something a bit lighter and fresher. I would probably steer him towards Gentleman by Givenchy bc I really think of him as more of a fresh and clean kind of guy as opposed to such a heavy and smell-him-before-you-see-him Sauvage type of guy. Idk I think Cam would walk into my Sephora I would also guide him to Sailing Day by Replica for that fresh goodness.

General Hammond: Tom Ford Noir Extreme. Not only can he afford it but I think he’d really like Tom Ford as a brand. General Hammond seems like he’d go for more earthy and woody scents that can air on the side of overwhelming. Also he seems like he’d like sandalwood but not know it’s called sandalwood. Unrelated I think he’d be a really good client at Sephora and we’d all love helping him. He would have a beauty insider account so he can get points for his grand daughters.

Apophis: Dior Sauvage (Derogatory). Look, to my core I am a hater towards this frag. Everything about it gives me the ick. I knew what Sauvage clients were like in the store and I knew men who wore Sauvage everyday. They were both unpleasant groups of people who bought it because Johnny Depp was the face of the line. Obviously this is a perfect pick for Apophis.

#stargate #stargate sg1 #sg1 #bad stargate imagines #daniel jackson #jack o’neill #teal'c #sam carter #jonas quinn #vala mal doran #cam mitchell #general hammond #janet fraiser #badstargatereplies

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