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ahummingbirdwitch · 3 months

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OH MY GREAT HEAVENS your Cypher are so good,, I would love to request a fluffy Cypher x Reader fic, possibly one where he tries to DIY a gift for you (it ends up looking not as he expected)

Thank you sm anon!! Here ya go :)

Makeshift (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: Cypher DIYs a gift for your birthday. So sweet it’ll give you cavities.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 944

Warnings: none

Notes: I had the same Reader character in mind from my usual Cypher fics but y’all are free to imagine anyone you like!

Your birthday was coming up, and your gift had to be perfect.

Cypher wasn’t one to brag, but he liked to consider himself the best gift-giver in Valorant. There was no competition, really. He had every agent’s passwords, to all their devices and accounts; he knew what kinds of sites they perused, what things they added to their carts while shopping online, so when birthdays and holidays came around, he was practically Santa Claus. It wasn’t a secret how he knew what his friends wanted, but they were all grateful nonetheless.

The ones he cared about, anyway. Sova got a lump of coal every Christmas.

You were no different. He knew pretty much everything you liked, all your favorite sites and items and things you were saving up for. He could easily just buy you the first thing on your wishlist or have your favorite meal delivered to HQ, but you weren’t just any agent to him, and this wasn’t just any birthday. You were his girlfriend, and this had to be special. You deserved something straight from the heart.

So, after much deliberation, he’d decided to make something himself.

He’d made plenty of gadgets in his life, all for work, but he’d never made anything of that nature for someone. Nothing meant to be a gift, anyway. He’d thought about making you something practical, like a hair dryer or an electric massage stick, but nothing seemed personal enough. You needed something sentimental.

You loved bears, so at last, he decided he’d make his first real robot: a little bear-shaped friend.

In all honesty, Cypher struggled to put it together. He was good with tech, that much was true, but his devices weren’t nearly as advanced as Killjoy’s. He’d thought about asking her for help more than once, but ultimately, he’d stuck to his work and pressed on alone. This was his gift to you, and he could do it himself. No challenge was too big.

The night before your birthday, it was finally finished. He wiped his forehead and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. It wasn’t as flashy as something Killjoy would’ve made, but that was okay. He’d done it all himself.

He just hoped you liked it.

^ ^ ^

“Alright,” Cypher said, guiding you towards your desk chair. “Sit down, and close your eyes, dear.”

“Ooh, is it time for my surprise?” you asked, giggling as you took a seat.

“Yes. Come on now, close them.”

“Okay.” You did as you were told.

Cypher removed the bear from its box, taking a deep breath before holding it out to you. “Okay. Open them.”

You obeyed. The second you saw the bear—a miniature version of your teddy bear in white and blue colors—your eyes nearly popped from your skull. “Aww, Amir!” you exclaimed, accepting it from him. “It’s my Teddy! But he’s little!”

Cypher’s face flushed under his mask. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I love it! He’s so cute!”

His heart warmed, fluttering with love and relief. “I was calling him Mini-Bear,” he said. “But you can call him whatever you like.” He took a step closer, taking the bear from you gently so he could feel around the back. “He… also speaks.”

He pressed a button, and his own voice came out of the bear: “I am always watching you, my dear.”

You stared in awe, looking absolutely delighted. “Oh my God. That’s so sweet!” You took the bear back from him. “You really made him all by yourself?”

Cypher chuckled. “Yes. It was… a bit tricky, I’ll admit. But I think he turned out okay.”

“He turned out great.” You hit the button again, beaming when another line came from the bear, also in Cypher’s voice: “Thinking of you, sokar.”

Cypher blushed. “Maybe don’t run through all of them right now…”

You gave him a cheeky grin, then hit the button again. “Sleep well, princess,” the bear said.

“Princess?” You smiled coyly. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

Cypher scratched the back of his neck. “It is… cheesy, I know. But the bear said it, not me!”

You laughed and hit the button again. “Goodnight, my dear,” the bear said. Suddenly, it began to stutter. “I—I love—love—love—”

Cypher froze, panicked. “Shit,” he muttered. He hurried to grab the bear from you. “I—oh no. Oh dear. I thought—I thought the voice box was stable.”

You looked up at him, eyes round, still smiling. “Hey, it’s okay! It just glitched for a sec.”

“No, no.” He looked over the bear, wanting to phase through the floor and disappear. “Shit. I can—fix that. It was—not supposed to do that.”

Especially not when he’d been in the middle of saying… that.

“Amir.” He felt your hands on his, and slowly, he allowed you to take the bear. “It’s okay, I promise. I love it.” You cradled Mini-Bear in your arms, blushing as you smiled down at it. “That line… were you saying what I… thought you were saying?”

Cypher looked at you, heart full. Embarrassed as he was, he could see as clear as day how happy you were, and relaxed. “Yes,” he murmured at last. “I have… been meaning to say it. For some time now.”

You got to your feet, leaving Mini-Bear in the chair before wrapping your arms around Cypher. “Thank you, Amir,” you whispered. “I love him. But I love you most.”

Hearing those sweet words from you made all of his work worthwhile, even if it hadn’t all turned out perfect. He held you closer, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

#thanks for the request!#cypher #cypher x reader #cypher valorant #valorant

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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year

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I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

#alpha omega #alpha #omega #omegaverse #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse fluff #omegaverse headcanons #Omegaverse imagine #Omegaverse scents #omegaverse au #alphaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe

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theamityelf · 3 months

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Can you give more detail of mini non amnesiac sdr2 dynamic between Makoto and Nagito and how they differ from the amnesia one

Good question! Let me see...

So, in the amnesia version, Nagito is initially coming at it from the perspective of a school mentor meeting his mentee and they both happen to be in a killing game. His vibe there is very much, "So here's the laundry room. People often forget coins in the washing machines. Are you thinking of killing anyone yet? Oh, don't use that dryer; it always takes two runs for it to get things dry."

He does believe that this bad situation will create a good outcome, and he is excited to see what the Ultimates will make of it, but he's not pushing too hard for this to be a despair that creates the greatest hope, because initially this just reads as a pretty normal kidnapping. It's not like SDR2, where everyone has been taken to a secluded island, they're all strangers, memory-wise he's pretty fresh off the news that he's sick, and reality is heightened in a number of ways that make it easy for him to think this is the time to turn coal into diamonds. He knows his classmates, he's spent a year at Hope's Peak, and he's honestly more curious about what happened to allow a killing game to be going on at Hope's Peak than invested in putting his finger on the scale.

After all, the building they're in is definitely Hope's Peak. Maybe this is a test from the faculty. He doesn't know what they're testing exactly, but he can't imagine the lucksters are meant to hog the spotlight. They should act natural and do their best to learn how to be of use.

That changes in Chapter 2, when they see the note that says Hope's Peak closed down a year ago. At that point, memory loss is on the table, and also Hope's Peak as an institution is contextually under threat. Monokuma said right in the beginning that he was doing this for "despair", but now Nagito knows it's probably not Hope's Peak using despair as a tool to make the Ultimates greater; the Ultimates are the delegates of Hope's Peak, against this third party. They need to beat Monokuma and whoever's behind him.

Unfortunately, in order to do that, he still believes they need to use the despair of the killing game as a means of strengthening their hope, so from then on it's Nagito in SDR2 mode trying to be a stepping stone for the participants while Makoto's insistence that that's not right gradually causes Nagito to realize that the hope he's been looking for has been right there all along.

Throughout that whole version of the AU, Nagito continues to treat Makoto as his mentee; the last thing Hope's Peak told him was to look out for his kouhai, and he will. Whatever else he's doing, he will still be taking Makoto under his wing. Makoto's a nice guy; it feels good to help him, anyway.

In the non-amnesia version, he goes into it personally knowing everyone involved except Izuru. He's been Makoto's mentor at school; Makoto just doesn't remember. He knows Makoto's a nice guy who's good at making friends. And he knows this is a hope vs. despair battle, being televised to the world. There is no period of figuring things out or deciding how to approach things; right away he's trying to instigate constantly. To that end, he's pretty dismissive of Makoto, kind of steamrolling his questions and using every interaction as an attempt to convince or trick him into doing something for the killing game.

The relationship forms despite Nagito's disinterest. Everyone has to take care of their tiny senpai, and Makoto is serious about making sure Nagito is comfortable and getting enough food. It goes against Nagito's vibe of despairful self-neglect, but Nagito finds himself really enjoying the attention. He doesn't identify Makoto's hope as such very quickly, because he's too busy treating Makoto as an undeserved indulgence on his own part to consciously notice things like his integrity and his endurance. He honestly might not think to consider Makoto hopeful until Makoto is seconds from being executed. Just a kind of helpless, "Wait, that was hope! It was him all along!"

#danganronpa #mini senpais au #kept memories variant #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 1 year

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I’d never let you go

Chapter 1

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Rating; 18+/fluff/hurt+comfort

Warnings; post break up reader, cheating, self hating reader, repressed feelings, friends to lovers, negative self talk, brief nudity, sexual tension, romantic tension, soft!Miguel, lotta build up until I release next chapter, I’ll also be making individual warnings for each chapter instead of the whole fic, darker themes later on

Prompt; After you caught your fiancée with another woman. You retreat to your only long standing friends place to spend some time. Unwittingly digging up years long buried feelings between you two.

Word count; 3.4 K

You're soaked like a human mop by the time you reach Miguel’s door. Hair closely hugging the sides of your head due to the downpour, as you locked your arms together to huddle as much warmth to yourself as possible. Your own heart almost starts sizzling out in this unbearably cold autumn rain.

Miguel finally makes it to the door, to see the mess of running mascara and chattering teeth. Being his college crush and estranged close friend at his door in such a state.

“C-can I stay here for a bit?”

Miguel blurted out; “Of course, get in!”

He sneaks his arm at your back shuffling you inside quickly. A bubble of intangible yet potent warmth overcomes your body from the house's heating.

“Thank you” you said after sniffling, and sniffling once more when finished.

“What’s going on?”

His beautiful puppy eyes hanging below his messy brown curls and narrow eyebrows. He then realized he was still partially holding you, dropping his arm from your body as you answered.

“I’d rather not talk about it, can I get a bath?”

He seemed hurt by you not telling him, but he let it go.

“Yes please, you should. Up the stairs to the third door on the right.”

You gave a weak smile, taking all the strength left in your body to pull each side of your mouth up. But you smiled at him regardless. Your lips coated in rainwater, able to taste it in your mouth.

“Thank you Miguel.”

His eyes couldn’t help but follow you as you walked up the stairs, first divorcing your soggy shoes from your feet at the doorstep. Then walking up the steps still huddled into your own chest. Giving your rib cage the tightest hug possible. Still shaking from the cutting of the winds and water.

All sorts of thoughts spun through his head of what could’ve happened. Or who did this to you. But that second thought only made him angry. By all means you’re entirely different from when you meet at college. Only kept together long term by Facebook groups after graduation.

But your voice never faded from his memory, the specific hue of your hair and eyes too. How “but the point is” and “anyway” were the phrases you said most often. Wondering what are some of your new favorite songs now so much time has passed. How he wants to get to know you all over again. Even as circumstances weren’t ideal. But this wasn’t about him, by the time he heard the water rushing through the pipes past the walls of his home. He realized the only clean towels are still in the dryer.

You soon shed all the ragged clothes. Still heavy with moments from hours ago. When you saw your fiancée with another woman. Catching them as you went through the front door to surprise him early from work.

The thought dissipated from your mind as your near frozen skin, was melted by the tender warmth found under the surface of the water. You gently pushed yourself down fully into the secluded depths. You wouldn’t use any of his soaps or products. You just needed to get warm, then you heard a knock on the door. You saw Miguel’s wonderfully muscular arm reaching past the crack he made of the bathroom entrance. Gripping in his palm a folded, coal black towel. You instinctively retreated further down the top of the tub's marble walls. You swear there's more white marble in this bathroom than there is in most Greek museums.

“I promise I’m not looking-“ he awkwardly insisted, his entire head aimed at the wooden white door. Trying to find the top of the sink counter without sight. As he wiggled his arm about you chuckled.

“Promise there’s nothing to see anyway…”

He had a hundred ways to contradict that; the comment sunk his heart into his stomach. He’s seen you in a swimsuit before. The curves of your body, your wonderfully soft looking chest. How much he has a thing for your color and length of hair. Your smiles always reach your eyes. The way he could plant his chin right on top of your head. But just finally managed to sit the towel down. Once it was in your reach he quickly shut the door. He knew now wasn’t the time.

But by god now his head is nothing but thoughts of you and him. Partially submerged in the tub but equally nude; his fingers traveling through your hair. Moaning his name as you tightly palm his shoulders in ecstasy. All the ways he could make you sound and feel. If you’d let him. But he knows it’s just a fantasy. But once snapped back to reality, Miguel concluded.

“There, sorry; forgot the clean towels weren’t in there.”

Your throat was filled with the snotty remains of hours crying and being stuck in the rain. Revealing itself in the stuffiness of your nose, pitching your voice.

“Thank you Miguel, I’ll just be a minute.”, He called back out

“No stay in there as long as you need, you can use my soaps.”

You turned your head to see one partially used bar of white soap and one brand of conditioner. You giggled asking,

“Soaps plural?”

He nodded to himself just past the door

“Hehe yeah, knock yourself out.”

Well since all your belongings are back at your fiancé’s place you can’t be picky. You grasped the bar of soaps with your right hand and started massaging your flesh with it. Getting the scent of pine engrained in all your pores. You can’t deny it’s the exact smell you picked up on when Miguel escorted you inside. Now you can imagine your head resting on his chest like a pillow. The heat of the bath now the heat running from his skin to yours. How his palms laced through your hair as he-WHAT. Stop! What would Miguel O’Hara, millionaire tech leader. And complete hunk wants anything to do with you? Just cause you were in study groups and hung out sometimes after a few years in college doesn’t mean anything. At any rate, he's just being nice.

Upon exiting a decent bath; having your clothes being put through Miguel’s washer. He underestimated how you in his clothes would make him feel. His oversized Visions academy college t-shirt. How it swaddles over your hips and stops above your tights. And his black pajama bottoms are collecting at your ankles. It only makes sense considering he's a head and a half taller than you. You wrapped like a blanket in his clothes, it’s the cutest and simultaneously hottest thing he’s ever seen. But he can’t focus on that, as you are slumped on his couch. Eating the pizza rolls he warmed up for you. Even when you’re slouching like a sloth, eating and acting as slowly as one too.

You’re a goddess, and it doesn’t take long to notice Miguel’s eyeing you

“Yeah?” You ask

“What, nothing.” You snapped him out of it, he nervously sat next to you. Wondering how to broach it, the reason why you’re here. What you’re insistent not to say. He wants to help you, but it’s been years and doesn’t want to overstep. You sighed to cut the awkward silence down as it formed.

“You want to know what happened, right?” He nodded as his eyes were glued to you.

You aimed your vision down as you played with your own fingernails. Explaining

“My fiancée cheated on me, since he owns the place he threw me out. I’ll get my stuff tomorrow but I just can’t go back there now…” you started to break as your second sentence started.

Miguel saw red, the edges of his vision shrinking as his face contorted into a bitter grimace. That fucker cheats on you, then has the audacity to throw you out and collect your stuff on HIS schedule? Miguel wants to rearrange that guy's jaw with his fist. How dare he be lesser than what you deserve. Which is everything, a hard expectation to climb to but still. Miguel knows you’re more than worth it.

Tears washing down your now pine scented face as you desperately tried to suck them back in. Miguel arose from his knee jerk rage to witness how you were burning up inside at the embarrassment you were feeling to show up to his house like this. But even more so you’re crying again after all the nice things he’s done for you. You swiped away the streams of water formed between your eyes and your mouth. A thin taste of salt now on your lips as you say.

“Sorry, I’ll go as soon as my clothes are dry. I cant just stay here all night….”

Miguel didn’t care, he wanted you with him always. He regretted letting you walk out the door all those years ago. And never making an effort to truly reconnect.

“No you don’t have to, you can stay here the night if you have nowhere else. I’ll help you with your stuff tomorrow too.”

Guilt cut through your face as you looked at him. You haven’t had a long talk with him since graduation. You hardly know each other now. But he’s doing all this for you. In all honesty such kindness is not something you were built to comprehend.

“No, I bothered you enough-“

“You could never bother me.”

Miguel’s whispered interruption almost made you blush, you truly had no other options when considering it. So you relented,

“Okay, I will then, thank you.”

That smile appeared again, god he wishes he could make you smile like that all the time. When he gripped the plastic dish in your lap sprinkled with pizza rolls. He placed it onto the coffee table in front of you two as she offered.

“Come on, lemme make you some real food…”

He stood from the light grey cushions of his couch as you cackled.

“Wait! Miguel O’Hara can cook now!?” You almost shouted.

You trailed after him, spinning himself around to look at you as he made his way towards his kitchen.

“Yup! I can shred cheese and everything.”

~~15 minutes later~~

The bubbling aroma of pork broth flooded the kitchen as you recounted a fond college memory.

“-Then Dr. Death came by and Brett jumped in the bushes! Right as he was strolling towards us-“

You laughed louder and harder than you have in years. Recalling how you called the oldest prof you two had “Dr. Death”. Also the fact he is usually dressed in black literally dawning the primary shade of the grim reaper. And how you two loved your classmate Brett but he wasn’t the smartest.

Recounting when Miguel and Brett tried skipping class, only to get caught. And Bretts brilliant solution was to jump in the bushes. AFTER the aforementioned prof already spotted them.

You laughed so hard a portion of the snot built up in your throat from crying burst out. You grabbed a napkin and tried to conceal the fact. But Miguel’s eyes were on you always, so he noticed.

“Hehe, that’s still so adorable of you.” Miguel commented. You wiped the snot away facing the trash can to throw the remains away as you answered.

“It wasn’t cute then and it’s definitely not now Miguel…”

He watched you longingly saying

“Agree to disagree,”

You faced him again after cleaning off from under your nose. He was tossing the ramen noodles to make em nice and plump when eaten.

“Anyway, I haven’t had authentic ramen in a long ass while…thank you.”

The rain is doting and falling along the windows aligning the walls of Miguel’s kitchen. Casting a faint gray glow as the sun still somewhat moved through the black clouds. The drumming of water along the rooftops. As it splashed in harmony from where you stood, look at it. It was beautiful, as you peered outside. Miguel’s attention was once again stolen, looking at you leaning out. With your forearms on the edge of his sink. Eyes glued to the window staring out at the wood scenery. He was a few miles from his neighbors. Giving a perfect view of the forest beset by the thunder and rain.

“Your place is so awesome,” you wistfully compliment.

He wanted this place to be for you too, his chest started closing in on itself. His own rib cage is helpless to stop his internal organs from squeezing at his heart. As he wanted so desperately to be like this always. You and him in a house, watching the weather of the days go by. But, it’s too late now. He’s accepted that. You continued;

“Seriously, I’d give the place some color like someone who isn’t a colorblind oil painter but I’d love to live in a place just like this…”

“What was that about my interior design abilities?”

“They don’t exist.”

You quipped back with a raised eyebrow; the sad desperation from earlier was all but erased from the front of your head. By just less than a sixteen minute conversation with Miguel again. Roasting him how his house has only 3 colors through every room even the furnitures.

He left the noodles in the pot as he approached you on the other side of the sink.

“Oh so you could do so much better?”

“I KNOW I’m capable of better, it is my job after all…”

Now Miguel wasn’t expecting that

“You’re an interior designer now?”

You swallowed hard having to recount a regret since you and Miguel parted ways.

“Y-yeah, it pays way better here than being a journalist that's for sure. Less people sending you death threats to boot…”

Miguel’s grin from your earlier topic of conversation faded,

“Plus Eric encouraged me to change so….” “encouraged” was a word to put it, Miguel inquired aggressively puzzled.

“Whose Eric?”

You sighed, crossing your arms after leaning your back against his sink. Now somewhat shoulder to shoulder with Miguel, he still was way taller than you even when leaning as much as he was.

“Eric from college, the one in our first study group. He’s, he’s my ex-fiancé…the one I’m here about.”

He remembers him well, a guy who got handsy with you more than once without your consent. Miguel would hold his shock if it wasn’t completely in character for him to cheat.

You whimpered as your lips quivered

“I should’ve known better I know; and I mean I got desperate so I figured he was better than nothing.”

Miguel couldn’t help but be physically wounded by the sound of you thinking so little of yourself.

“He’s an absolute disgusting moron, even more cause he cheated on someone like you…you’re beautiful, smart, creative, successful, funny. Good riddance, he’s not in your league by miles.”

Miguel said so with his full chest, leaning his towards you so you can feel the thumping of his heart. To pump every word out of his mouth so you know he meant it. You almost happy cried for the first time today, you leaned your head on his shoulder closest to you.

“Thank you Miguel…”

You two locked eyes, just now noticing the tiniest of dimples in his cheeks. And the lightest shade of brown in his gorgeous eyes. How his hair shined with lightly established product, and his black shirt somewhat hugging his body. Revealing his amazingly toned chest. You can’t deny he's the sexiest man you’ve ever met. And it was a shock to see the typically stoic and serious Miguel. So soft and open all the time. You’ve seen that before of him, but in quietly selective moments. However his heart is on his sleeve with you. You would feel it beating on his every word and expression. Nothing to hide and no hiding in sight.

Now here you two were now alone, under the cover of fall showers huddled in warmth under the roof of his home. Moments away from sitting down to have a meal together. Coated in his favorite scent and covered in his clothes. This is a dream come true, the only part that’s yet to take place. Which is him finally making love to you. Likes he’s desperately wanted for years. The gap between your mouths is mere inches, it’d be a breath away to close the space. Destroy the last line of friendship you two had. In exchange for gasping each other’s names, huddling your bodies so close not even air is between you two. As you test the foundation of his bed with your love. All he needed to do was grapple for your lips to make it so.

Not before telling you how much his feelings haven’t changed since college. He’s zeroed in on his work enough to pretend they had gone away. But just the sight of you at his door was enough to know that was a lie. He wants you, he loves you.

However he retreats his head further away from you.

“Anything for my friends….” He doesn’t look at you as Miguel says it, his voice and grin dropped. You took the hint and retracted your head from his shoulder. Moments later his kitchen clock beeped, signaling the ideal ramen cooking time had passed.

“Oh thank god, I’m starving.” You admitted, you stood up on your own and turned to face him.

“The bowls are right there,” he pointed to the line of cabinets behind you.

“Furthest one down, those are the bowls. I’ll get the food ready.” You nodded gathering the bowls in your hands.

~~One great pork ramen meal later~~

“Jesus Christ…that’s easily some of the best food I’ve ever had.” You complimented as your emptied ramen bowl was laid before you on Miguel’s table.

“But seriously solve the mystery for me, how did you learn to cook?”

Miguel swallowed the last of his own broth to respond.

“Well when I started working out more, I couldn’t just eat fast food crap. So I taught myself how to cook, destroyed a couple of kitchens. Tried a lot of YouTube channels but I did it! Ramen is very healthy but filling, gives you a lot of protein too.”

By his flawless body you can definitely tell his techniques work. “Welp they definitely work.” Scanning up and down his form unconsciously, as you partially didn’t mean to say that out loud. You thought he was hot before but my god now he looks photoshopped in real life.

“Why thank you.” You swore you saw him blush for a moment, but that was probably in your imagination. Blanketed by Miguel’s massive clothes; your stomach hugging warm broth and noodles. You’re more than ready to hit the hay.

“I’ll clean up my bowl and head to the couch for the night,”

He shrugs grabbing your bowl for you anyway

“Don’t worry, I have a guest room. Just across the hall to mine. Farthest from the hallway to the left.”

You nodded, as he escorted the bowls to his sink. By the time you heard the clatter of the glass meeting the thin metal of the sink. You built up the nerve to say one thing that’s been on your mind.

“Hey,” he without pause turned his attention to you, awaiting your follow up. Upon standing up, and moving further towards him. To where you stood right beside him.

“I just wanna say, I’m sorry for not keeping in touch.”

“Hey, it’s not just your fault. I could’ve kept in touch too. Just got busy. And life stuff happened.” His eyes, words growing fainter as he continued on.

You huffed, “Yeah but, I feel bad cause…you’ve come so far. Look at this house, look at what you can do now and what you’ve achieved. I just wish I was there to see that all happen for you. I’ve never stopped caring about you either Miguel. I’m proud of you, ya know?” He felt like crying; but held it together enough to say.

“Thanks, that means a lot to me…”

You gave him an admittedly awkwardly timed, but meaningful hug. Your hands snuggled up at his sides, soon after Miguel nervously placed his palms just below your shoulder blades. The hug was a few moments, as he accidentally received a whiff of your hair. And you feel just how muscular he really was. You two parted, regretfully.

“So, g’night friend.” You walked out of the kitchen, he couldn’t help but trial his sight after you.

#miguel o’hara #miguel 'ohara x fem!reader #spiderverse #romance #Spiderman 2099 #friends to lovers #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #I’d never let you go

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keroneeng · 1 year

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Coal Rotary Dryer

An industrial dryer known as a coal rotary dryer is used to dry coal in order to lower its moisture content. To handle materials with a high moisture content, such as minerals, ores, chemicals, biomass, and more, rotary dryers are widely employed in a variety of sectors.

Prior to being used for combustion or other industrial processes, coal is dried in a coal rotary dryer in order to lower its moisture content.

#Coal Rotary Dryer #Coal Dryer #Coal Rotary Slim Dryer #Industrial Dryer

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dingligroup · 2 years

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Working principle of coal ash drying system:

When the hot air temperature of the hot blast furnace reaches 350°C, each device starts to work under the instruction of the PC system. The wet material conveying equipment sends the wet coal ash with a water content of less than 20% into the dispersing feeder. The dispersing feeder has dual functions of dispersing and conveying, so that the material is evenly sent to the belt conveyor, and then enters the The storage bin, and then through the screw feeder, evenly sends the coal ash into the drying drum.

#coal ash dryer #drying #dryer

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bonfire-at-the-crossroads · 7 months

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I’m going to try and list the events of today - just so I don’t lose track.

Dawn. Barnum got us moving by 7:00 as usual. Maggie had a pee accident in the night, and the stench was horrible. Bri took Bernie and Maggie out, I took Murphy, and followed up with the Woodge.

Fed the cats and started a fire in the stove in the kitchen. Yeah…we ran out heating oil yesterday afternoon. Had a limited supply of wood and coal, but it began to take the chill off…

Maggie threw up.

And now it gets serious. I googled up pyometra a deadly infection which un-spayed female dogs can get post-heat. Yup. Bri called the vet and talked them into seeing her immediately.

He called the fuel oil company and begged for a delivery - then off he went with Maggie into town.

I continued cleaning and moving things back to the studio - my client guy is coming at 2:00 to pick up his paintings. I bake two loaves of cinnamon bread, and loaf of white bread for tomorrow mornings breakfast. Swill down a cup of coffee, and keep tidying up.

The belt on the dryer busted yesterday, leaving me with two loads of wet laundry which will continue to be wet and will soon begin to get moldy. Bri ordered a replacement part and we will look forward to taking the dryer apart (AGAIN) in about a weeks time.

I mix a bucket of green mold killer and have a go at the front step and walkway - it’s become ridiculously slippery and neither one of us wants to hit the ground hard. I scrub with a chunk of old broom, and leave it to do its thing…

Bri returns with some cat and dog food procured from the vets - but no Maggie. “Shes going to have surgery today. She’s infected and has to have a hysterectomy.”

Barnum had surgery four days ago to remove a cancerous mass in his belly. Now it’s Maggie’s turn.

I take Murphy out again, apply the xeroxed info onto the back of all the completed paintings, and keep tidying. Magda the vet calls to say that Maggie will be operated on this evening, and promises to call and let us know how things went.

The oil guy shows up, pumps €500 into the tank - and leaves. Bri goes out to jump start the boiler.

It doesn’t start. “I’m going to drive to Belleek and buy more wood and coal” - and so he does.

I find the boiler-guys phone number. He’ll be here in two hours.

My client shows up, we chat, drink coffee - he refuses my cinnamon bread, but likes Woodgie very much? We load his Mercedes with the paintings (he’s brought me another BIG one) - I tuck several of my pillows and blankets around the art to cushion them for the ride home.

He does not hand me money.

Which leaves John the boiler guy unpaid. He arrives, works his magic over the next hour - I wrap up a fat slice of cinnamon bread and tell him we will drop his money off at his house tommorrow.

I start making the dough for tonight’s pizza. A figure looms in the doorway - it’s Pat. “I’m just coming from a funeral in Kilty and had to stop as we were passing. Do you mind if I show some people your house?”

Pat is always welcome, I would say “drunk or sober” but somehow we never see “sober”

He rolls in. He is followed by four other people from the funeral - three of whom are smashed. The kind woman who IS sober apologizes for the drop-in, but it really doesn’t matter at this point. They are roaming around the house, tripping over dogs and enjoying Pats tour.

The funeral is for a young g man who “was shot” -?! There is confusion as to whether it was suicide? “In his side” - and yet nobody mentions murder. We offer our sincere condolences.

The tour comes to an end, they all roll outside again - and we bid them farewell- “safe home.”

It’s now 8:00. The pizza dough is rising, the dogs are passed out in front of the fire - and we still have not heard from the vet.

It’s been a day, and no mistake.

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dingli01 · 1 year

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Ningxia coal slime dryer equipment enters trial operation stage

The large-scale coal slime dryer equipment of Ningxia customers, after the guidance of the nine-day manufacturer's installation team and technical personnel, the Ningxia coal slime dryer equipment has entered the trial operation stage.

Before the coal slime dryer equipment is officially put into production and operation, there will be a trial run first. The equipment will be tested first, not only to check whether the equipment can be started normally, but also to check whether the equipment installation is firm and reliable. Ningxia coal slime dryer equipment has many advantages, such as stable operation, low energy consumption, high output, small footprint, energy saving and environmental protection, good flexibility, and flexible matching of various heat sources.

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#coal slime dryer

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quaranmine · 1 year

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Utah Resident here- I’ve lived p much my whole life in Utah, and nearly every summer here has had one bad fire or another. I have vivid memories of watching smoke billow over the tops of the mountains I lived next to, or driving past massive columns of the stuff while on the way to a trip in southern Utah (we lived in the north, but have a cabin in the south and visited frequently). The Brian Head fire was just over the mountain from our little cabin, and I remember having to leave a trip there a few days early for fear of our whole campground being overtaken by the fire. There were a lot of evacs that year, and a lot of the trees on the north side of the Brian Head Ski Resort are still charred black from where the fire hit the worst.

There was another time a few years later, back in Utah valley this time, where we had to evacuate for a night bc the mountain that was just behind our house caught fire. It was much smaller, and the evac wasn’t official, but it still scared me. The fire had gotten under control before it really took hold thankfully, but it really scared me at the time.

There were another two massive fires that happened at the south end of Utah Valley, near Nephi and on the west side of the lake. They happened on separate years but I have vivid memories of both- even a picture floating around somewhere of my little brother and I watching the west lake one burn from a healthy distance.

Not to mention all the days I’ve seen where the sky was completely clouded over with smoke from massive fires in California. It was terrifying to wake up to the smell of smoke and a gray fog that persisted for days, covering up the sun enough you could look directly at it without hurting your eyes.

I’ve seen…. So much fire, and I’m not even that old (early 20’s). I’m thankful most of these fires were put out within a couple of days/weeks, but I think these kinds of fires always gonna be part of living here tbh.

OUGH i'm so sorry you had these experience but also so many of these experiences. you need a break! that sounds so scary!

anyway i looked up the Brian Head Fire and HELLO??? I DID NOT KNOW THIS WAS A THING????

Unbeknownst to Lyman, the fire he started wasn’t just burning the pile of branches above the surface of the ground, it was also spreading underground, creeping through what’s known as duff, a thin layer of composting organic material just above the mineral soil. Lyman said he noticed the “weird looking” burn, which he described as “kind of a drippy burn, like oil or kerosene.”

(source) i've unlocked a new fear lol. no but seriously, despite doing sort of research on the subject for a few months now, I didn't know until I looked up the fire in your ask that fires could burn underground. Even when I googled it, I got a lot of articles about coal seams burning, which I did know about. But I found this article out of Canada that explains the phenomenon well. Basically: "When this happens, it's because there are just enough tiny spaces in the soil and between pieces of wood material to hold oxygen and keep the combustion going. These fires can smoulder metres below the surface."

Fascinating. Some fires can survive the winter like this and pop back up the next season and keep burning.

Anyway, I'm sorry you've had to experience so many fires. I think you are right, though, that fires are always going to be part of living there. Utah is geologically, geographically, and ecologically part of the region that experiences wildfire as a regular part of its natural life. There's a lot of dry montane forests, basin brushland/plains, etc. Now, humans certainly exacerbate this in more ways than one. Humans can cause out of control wildfires through negligence or arson, and humans can more indirectly impact wildfire prevalence through climate change. As the seasons get hotter and dryer, the more severe and common fires might be. But yeah, fires in general cannot (and should not) be eliminated completely. So fire management is a complex task in order to balance natural ecology with (unnatural/extensive) human impact.

in other news, big fan of your state's geography and nature by the way. utah is devastatingly beautiful and i haven't seen enough of it! i also headcanon utah to be basically the same environment as the badlands biome in minecraft, and therefore base my headcanons about Tumble Town in ESMP2 off of it.

#quara asks #hc_firewatch_au #tagged for research etc etc

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