#I see so much stuff about the beautiful flower garden and greenhouses

[idkstuffiguess]

One thing that always gets on my nerves about florists and tattoo artists fic (bc there super wholesome and sweet and I really want to like them but just this one thing always bugs me) is that everyone always makes the florists grow their own flowers or garden but that’s not the ONLY WAY FLORISTS GET THEIR FLOWERS

From what I’ve seen most florists buy their flowers and then arrange them from either auctions or local flower farms; florists do not equal flower farmers!!!! I feel like too often people conflate the job of farmers and florists (and while some florists grow their own flowers not all of them do! Growing your own flowers comes with a lot of draw backs, mostly due to a lack of selection when it comes to out of season flowers, it’s also a LOT more work and some florists just don’t LIKE gardening! My grandfather ran a flower shop and he could not farm worth anything neither could my mother)

Just once just once I want to see a fic where the florists buy their own flowers bc they can’t garden and the tattoo artist as a way to make convo decided to get really into gardening only to find out the florist cant garden for shit

TLDR: Florists and flower farmers are two separate professions; not all florists grow their own flowers. Florists can hate gardening. Please fic writers I want a fic that doesn’t conflate flower farmers and florists

[vinylfoxbooks]

July 8 - Traditional | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 1066 Part 4 of Medium James AU Previous part | First part

“What are you up to?” Regulus asks, walking up to James who’s kneeling near a plant pot in one of the greenhouses.

James jumps and turns around, holding a hand over their heart, “Merlin, Reggie, you scared me.” 

“Sorry,” the younger hums, “what are you doing out here? I didn’t take you for the gardening type.”

“My mum likes gardening.” James shrugs, “And I like helping her, but that’s not why I’m here.” They gesture to a pile of flowers laying on a nearby table, “I’m collecting those.” 

“Why are you collecting calendulas and marigolds?” Regulus asks, peering over the plant pot that they’re sitting in front of next, “And sunflowers?”

“I’m getting cock’s comb next.” James hums, “I’m decorating the dorm with them.”

Regulus hums, walking to the table and casting a charm on the flowers to make them last longer, “Didn’t know you were the decorating type.”

“For sabbaths, I am. It’s almost Samhain and Dia de los Muertos and I always decorate the dorm with this stuff.”

“Samhain? Your family still celebrates that?”

James laughs softly, gently pulling up another sunflower and setting it to their side, “I’ve already told you that my family is a lot more traditional than you realise.”

“Not even my family celebrates Samhain.”

“Your family doesn’t celebrate anything.” James snarks, “They’re miserable people who refuse to celebrate any holiday.”

“We celebrate Christmas.”

“As a show of arms.” The older hums, “They make you and Sirius get dressed up in stuffy clothes and show off their perfect manor so they can show off to people.” Deciding that they’re happy enough with the amount of sunflowers they have, they set the bundle of flowers on the table as well before moving to another planter full of cock’s comb. Regulus passively put the same charm on the sunflowers too. “Besides, with my family’s ties to necromancy and our ability to see the dead, why wouldn’t we want to celebrate something like Samhain and Dia de los Muertos. They’re all about celebration and honouring the dead.”

“Don’t they usually symbolize that the veil between our world and the afterlife is thin?”

James hums, “It’s fun for people like me, the world is crawling with spirits. Usually they’re too busy to acknowledge you, trying to get to their families, but there's… a lot of spirits around this time.”

“Is there more than usual, even now?”

They nod, “I’ve seen quite a few new spirits coming to visit their families at Hogwarts. It’s… overwhelming.” They stand up with a bunch of bright red cock’s comb in their hands, walking them over to the table as well and letting Regulus charm the flowers. They take some pre-cut red ribbons that were sitting on the table and start assembling the flowers into bouquets. Regulus catches on quickly and starts helping them. 

“I’m assuming your parents taught you this.” Regulus asks after a while, putting aside yet another bouquet.

James nods, “Like I said, my mum likes gardening and I’d always help her make the bouquets and I’d help them cook all of the food. I loved helping my dad set up the ofrenda, too.” 

“If you put that much effort into your school work,” Regulus starts, “You might actually do well.”

“I do alright in my classes.” James hums, “This is just burned into my mind. I need to remember to charge my crystals as well.” 

“What type of crystals are traditional for Samhain?”

“My family usually has a lot of carnelian, amber, and smoky quartz.” James finishes up the last bouquet and takes one of the leftover marigolds -- a beautiful thing with red inside each of the petals blending out into the fiery orange -- and tucks it into Regulus’ ear, the beautiful colour standing out against Regulus’ stark black hair. Regulus coughs and looks down to hide his rapidly reddening face. 

He clears his throat, “Did you need help bringing these up to your dorm?”

“If you don’t mind.” James smiles, grabbing a bunch of the bouquets. Regulus grabs the remaining ones and they head up to the Gryffindor tower in relative silence, James just humming as they go along. 

Eventually, they make it up to the portrait and James whispers the password, the fat lady swinging open. James leads Regulus up to their dorm room and knocks on the door, calling out how Remus and Sirius should be decent -- which Regulus does not appreciate that it has to come as a warning -- before they push the door open and walk in. 

“Did you get all the flowers you wanted?” Remus asks from his bed, glancing up from his book when they walk in, “Hello, Regulus.”

“Remus.” Regulus nods, trailing behind James and putting the bouquets he’s holding on their bed after they do.

“Did James drag you into helping them?” Sirius laughs, walking out of the bathroom, “They’re good at doing that.”

“Then why weren’t either of you helping them?” Regulus hums, picking up one of the bouquets and putting it where James tells him to.

“Because the full moon just happened so James didn’t want to let me help them and Sirius messed up cutting the flowers so bad in fourth year that they refuse to let him come help them decorate” Remus explains, taking one of the bouquets that James hands them and putting it in a vase on his bedside table. 

“I see.” 

James hums, “Regulus was actually really helpful,” they smile at him, “I might have to recruit him to help me and my parents for Yule.”

Regulus nods, “I am going to be going with you for winter hols, so that would be fine with me.” 

“Perfect!” 

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” Sirius shouts, whirling on his brother, “You’re coming with us for what?”

“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” James hums, a small smile on their face and tilting their head, “My bad.” If Regulus wasn’t already aware of his massive crush on the older, he sure would be aware of it now. 

He finishes decorating with James before finally being guided out of the Gryffindor tower by them, their hand on his lower back. And if, when he gets back to his dorm room, he takes the marigold out of his hair and puts it in a vase he leaves on his bedside table, that’s for him, Evan, and Barty to know -- and tease him relentlessly about.

Next part

[thevoidscreams]

Hello!

I would like to see something with Mortarion. Pre heresy when he's feeling unloved as he's not quite living up to the emperor's vision for him. He's supposed to be the second strongest Psycher of the Primarchs yet he Refuses to use his power.

Even pre monster form I've always loved the idea that Mortarion is gardener/herbalist in his spare time. Collecting plants from conquered worlds and giving them a home in a personal green house of sorts.

A servant who is commonly sent to give him messages/retrieve him when needed strikes up a bond with him over his eclectic garden.

They marvel at his plant expertise and abilities. They give him an outlet to talk about his special interest in detail. They support his passions and even offer understanding about why he's uncomfortable using his magic.

Overtime spent in that humid greenhouse, both start to feel it, the attraction. The brief glances or gentle brushes of hands as they talk and work in unison.

Mortarion has never really felt anything like this. And so strongly! It frightens him. Frightens him because he fears chasing this small glimmer of happiness away if he oversteps.

But oh...Oh he dreams of the alternative. Of bodies pressed into intimate warmth, of kisses stolen quickly or bitten ravenously while he towers over his sweet one. It feels like he can barely control himself, and it's only getting worse.

Little does he know his little honey bee is already swooned to him, but they too fear overstepping. They're a baseline human, and Mortarion is a demigod like figure. He'd never view them in such a way.

They shall be content being his mortal confidant, his sidekick so to speak. They've even acquired a special gift for him to show their care (and sooth the heartache for a love that they believe will never be.) A beautiful floral specimen from their own home world. In their world's language of flowers these blooms represent eternal devotion and love.

Its a subtle way to confess their feelings, and also find closure. After all they're certain Mortarion doesn't know their planet's flower language.

... Now what happens when he turns out he Does.

(For making press March if its not clear. You do great stuff btw okay byyyyyy)

Day thirteen!!!

Pairing Mortarion x reader

Warnings: Sex, first-time sex for Mort, and two idiots in love.

Mortarion stared down at the pots in front of him. His hearts hammering in his massive chest.

The plant's colorful petals shine especially bright among the other plants. They were gifts after all that made they special. Even among all the strange and alien plants he’d gathered over the years.

He’d collected you much the same way, once nothing more than a go for, a messenger who he enjoyed seeing. Until he could no longer bear to see you go, wondering when he would see you next. If he ever saw you again at all. So he took you, just as he did his plants. Pulling rank to have you reassigned to his conservatory. Where you’d expressed a good deal of knowledge about plants. He was certain it had been the right move as you had seemed to grow into the role naturally.

He’d even made changes for you. Something he’d done for no others. Such as adding several water features with live animals. It made the place hum with new life. Mortarion would watch you buzz from one task to another, bust like a bee. It was how he took to calling you his honeybee. His sweet little bee.

As he pondered, the last words you spoke to the primarch bounced around his head.

‘They reminded me of you when I saw them.’ You said, offering him the gifts. His hands brushing yours not so accidentally as he took them. Lingering a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

‘Is that so?’

‘Yep.’

‘And why is that?’

Your cheeks had tinged pink with a blush and it made him smile under his mask.

‘They just have a nice meaning.’ You told him quickly and ducked away to go prune some fruit trees.

His mind raced, a blue orchid, and a red rose. His mind pulled up the meaning of these plants but he was sure he must have misremembered. He’d gone to his study to find his old book about gifting plants and the symbolism of the colors and species.

He hadn’t misremembered. In fact he’d been spot on.

Orchids, the book had said, were a flower that could be symbolized by love, desire and sexuality. But could also be symbols of good luck, harmony, good health and good fortune. They were blue however. The rarest color form of orchid was blue and they were unique.

On its own the orchid wasn’t a dead give away and he could have pondered the meaning of it for a long time, with still no confidence to act.

But the roses. His hearts fluttered again. Roses had many meanings, all of which had multiple meanings. But red was impossible to mistake when given as a gift. They weren’t the pink of gratitude, or the yellow of friendship or even orange which could mean fascination.

You’d mentioned the meaning specifically when giving them to him.

And red, or at least in rose language, was meant to represent devotion, passion, romance, desire, and true love. It was a lover’s flower. Given to him by the one he loved so ardently it hurt.

He came back to himself as raindrops began to pelt the roof and shake him from his recollection. He stood lifting the potted plants and taking them to a place of prominence in his conservatory. Where all would see them and admire them.

He waited for you to return today. His thumb caressing the petal of the rose. Imagining it was your lip, soft and supple as you lay under his body.

He’d gone without his armor, only a mask to aid in his breathing.

HIs hands reached for a spade as he shook the images of you from his mind.

Instead he focused on his plants and their needs. Caring for them. Just as he would care for you. If you were his.

His mind continued to stir as he continued to plant, turning soil so that his lovely roses would be able to grow into a magnificent bush.

Would your love grow that way? Blooming as it took root and grew into something more.

The door to the flower garden opened and he heard you approach. He wondered if he should find you and confront you about the flowers you’d chosen.

He decided to let you work for a bit. Hoping beyond all hope that he wouldn’t scare you away. You were perhaps his only real chance at love.

He looked up at the glass windows high above and watched as the rain that fell in sheets across the glass.

The rose was planted and watered.

He would go find you now.

You had been trimming dead leaves from a butterfly bush. Helping so that hopefully the new growth would have a chance.

Mortarion had even said that he would let you have some butterflies to liven up the space once he was able to source them.

On the outside he was often grumpy. But inside you knew he was hurting. Despite that he took your help in the conservatory graciously and was kind to you.

Your hand stroked over one of the bicolored flower stocks. The purple and orange enchanting you.

Your mind drifted to the feeling of his hands on yours and the even rarer case of his hand on your back as he sometimes did to direct you.

They were so big, they’d easily be able to hold you. Easily cover your body as he… it felt like your face caught fire it got so warm.

You wished you could have just told him you loved him outright. But if he didn’t feel the same you ran the risk of his sending you away. Of him replacing you as his assistant and maybe.. Falling in love with the next one.

It hurt so bad to think about that you almost dropped your clippers. No, you would give him flowers, and keep the secret of your love in your heart. Where it would grow with every passing day till it consumed your whole self. LIke mint left unchecked, spreading to every corner of the garden that was your body.

“You’re here early.” The sound of his voice shocked you and you did drop your clippers. He reached out and snatched them, lightning quick despite his size. His font was pressed to your back and the heat of Mortarion’s body chased away the chill you’d gotten from the rain coming in.

“Yes. Thank you.” You turned to look up at him, slotting your clippers into your tool belt.. Eyes wide and warm.

“I was hoping to see where you put the plants I gave you.”

Mortarion nodded. “I just finished planting the rose.

HIs hand found its way to your back. GUiding you along and warming you. It felt nice and it made another wave of very unprofessional things come to mind.

He led you to the main display, which had been empty while the primarch decided what he wanted to put there. You gasped when you saw the rose. It was planted in the main display.

“I am still trying to find the best place to put the orchid. But I assure you it will be a main attraction as well. It is too beautiful to be off in some corner. Things that are beautiful should be seen and appreciated.”

His eyes were on you as he said the last part. Of course you didn’t see as you were breathless about how much he had enjoyed the gifts.

Mortarion swallowed and knelt next to you, even then he was an inch taller than you.

“I need to ask you something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

You turned to face him, his yellow green eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah of course Mortarion, what up?” You felt unusually nervous.

“Why did you pick these blooms?” He asked seriously.

You told him you wouldn’t lie.

“If I’m honest with you, and you don’t like my answer..will you make me leave?”

Your eyes got a bit blurry as you pictured going back to your old life. Running messages and being yelled at for things that were in them despite them not being your fault. Or even worse, going back to a life without him. You didn’t want to lose any of what this place had to offer, but losing him might as well have been the same as dying.

“You will not. I promise you. You are far too important here to be rid of without serious cause.”

You nodded, slightly comforted.

“I got them for the meanings they hold.”

“ANd you know what they mean. Do you not?”

“I do.”

Mortarion figured as much, but his hearts were racing, he needed to hear you say it.

“Did you mean it? When you gifted me these plants knowing what they symbolized?”

“I did.” You brushed your hand over your arm. Certain you’d at the very least be laughed at. Who were you to make moves on a primarch of all people? You looked away. Mortarion was trembling.

You meant it. You really meant it.

His finger touched the bottom of your chin and turned you back to face him. His other hand came up to remove his mask. “I love you too.” He said softly.

Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words for a moment.

“You do?” You practically shouted.

Mortarion smiled. “I do.”

He took your hands and held them close to his chest. “Will you be mine, Honeybee?”

Your eyes widened and tears of joy dripped from your eyes. “Of course.”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Mortarion wrapped his arms around you. Your lips were every bit as loft and warm as he’d imagined on all those cold and lonely nights.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for a long minute, kissing one another with as the longing you’d both possessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” You told him with a very dopey smile on your lips. Mortarion found himself falling in love all over again as he saw it and met it with one of his own.

“As have I.” the primarch told you.

“Well that and a few other things.” You admitted pressing your forehead to his.

“Such as?” He pressed, wondering if you were as desirous of him as he was of you.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you supposed.

“Things like feeling your hands on me. Or being laid down on the soft moss carpets in the other room and taken by a big handsome primarch…one like you.”

It was Mortarion’s turn to look at you, jaw dropped.

“Unless you don’t want to or don’t feel that way.” You amended quickly.

Mortarion just chuckled and kissed you again. He’d had that same fantasy, of taking you on the mossy ground next to the main water feature as the high waterfall crashed into the water below swallowing your cries so only he’d be able to hear you.

He pulled away slowly.

“There are many places in this conservatory I’ve daydreamed about teaching you a new way to ‘pollinate’ a flower.”

Your stomach did a little flip and you leaned into him.

“Well I always want to learn more. I’d be happy to learn whatever you will teach me.”

Mortarion stood and scooped you up into his arms. He had just the place.

He’d waited so long to have you. To love you. And now that you were his he was feeling rather uncharacteristically impatient to show you just how much he longed for you.

In the room with a pond of fish he’d had made for you, really he wondered how you hadn’t known he’d loved you sooner, there was an old willow, it was currently in bloom.

He took you under its branches. They draped around the tree like a skirt and completely blocked the view of the trunk from the rest of the room.

Mortarion set you down and kissed you again. “I would like to have you, fully. If that is amiable to you.”

“It is. I’ve had many daydreams under this tree.” You giggled.

“As have I.” He agreed. “I will start this, so that you know what I have to give you, and if it is not to your liking, I will understand.” There was an undeniable air of sadness about the statement but you couldn’t imagine not liking him in any capacity.

He raised his shirt and pulled it off. He was leanly muscled but very defined and your hands immediately went to his chest. He continued with his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his pale body in all its glory.

You were struck by how stark yet beautiful he was, not a single bit of hair on him aside from the long white locks on his head.

He stood waiting for your judgment.

You gave it readily. “You’re beautiful Mortarion. I’ve never seen anything like you. And I don’t think I ever will anywhere else. Your body is perfect to me. In all of its aspects.”

Your hands ran down his form, touching him in a way he’d thought he’d only experience in dreams.

“Then you are not repulsed by me?” The pale giant asked.

“No, I really like it.” You assured him immediately.

You took a step back as he knelt again waiting. Your hands tugging your shirt up, he reached out to unclip your belt of tools, setting them aside. He eyed your chest as you tossed the shirt over with his clothes and began on your pants. Pushing them down.

You were left standing almost naked before him in only a bra and panties.

His hands went to your hips and his mouth found your throat kissing the tender skin and making you shiver with delight.

You hooked your finger into your panties pushing them down and letting them fall.

Mortarion grabbed you, pulling you down into his lap as he sat.

He ran his hands up and down your body learning every curve and dip.

When his hands came back up you back he gently unclipped the bra. You pulled it away. Mortarion drew in a breath. You were the stunning thing in this conservatory, he was certain of that. And you were his, all his to have and hold and love.

He patted his lap. “Turn for me?” You did, sitting with your back to his chest as he reached down to stroke your damp lips. “You're absolutely breathtaking.” He sighed, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over your impossibly soft pussy. Loving every inch of it as he did.

One finger probed your entrance and, finding it plenty wet, slid the finger in.

The action drew a moan from you and your head fell back on his shoulder. Letting him work. The finger brushed over a few sensitive spots, the primarch was watching, learning from each gasp and adjusting till he had you writhing in his lap from pleasure wrought by his own hands.

Every squeak or sound of satisfaction made him work his hand a bit harder. “I can take another.” You panted, yearning for more of him inside you. He gave it. His ring finger joined the middle and stretched you out more as he continued to observe, halting at any sign of pain, and waiting till you were comfortable before starting again. It was a process of stop and start that had you half mad with need. Once he mistook a sharp inhale of pleasure for pain and you almost screamed not to stop.

Whether he realized it or not his care for you was causing the worst case of edging you’d ever experienced. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. Your head lulled to the side and a soft whine bubbled up from somewhere inside you.

“Please, just like that. Don’t stop.” Mortarion pressed a kiss to your forehead, happy to keep it up.

“How are you feeling my Honeybee?”

“Close.” You told him honestly.

“I want to feel you come.” He peppered a trail of kisses from your face, down your neck and nibbled your shoulder.

That sent you over the edge. You came hard on his fingers, and he worked you through it, steady and comforting.

His finger left you and he brought them up to his lips, he licked the juices off. The flavor made his cock all the harder. You slid from his lap, turning around to face him.

You reached for his cock and he stiffened. No one had touched him this way before.

He knew how this should work. Buth knowing and doing were two separate things.

He watched you stroke his cock curiously. Your eyes fixed on his as you bite your lip. It made him want to jump you. And as nice as it felt to have you touching him, he wanted me.

“I would like to have you, to fill you.” He rasped, his voice getting a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Please.”

He raised you back up into his lap as it felt right.

Lining up his leaking cock with your leaking pussy he was hopeful that it would suffice for making things easier.

It did, as big as he was compared to you, he pushed in and met no resistance. You’d been ready since you’d last cum. As good as it was, it wasn't enough, you wanted more.

Letting your weight aid you, you speared yourself on his cock till you couldn’t fit a single bit more. He was longer than he was thick, but that wasn’t much of an issue given the fact that even being on the thinner side it was still more than enough to stretch you. Putting mind numbing pressure on all those delicious places inside you.

“Will it be sufficient for the task at hand my Honeybee?” He breathed, his own head a bit fuzzy from the perfect warmth wrapped around his cock.

“Absolutely. Fuck even your cock is perfect.”

He hugged you close and pressed his face into your shoulder.

You both sat like that, intimately embraced and ready to finally make good on a fantasy you’d both had countless times.

You moved first, using your footing on the grassy earth to raise yourself up and then drop.

Mortarion's hands swiftly went to your ass and hips, helping you to move.

It was everything he’d reamed and so much more.

Soon enough your efforts were taken over by your lover, he raised you with ease and pushed you back down onto his cock with fervor.

That was just fine with you though. You kissed him deeply and allowed him to explore your mouth as he fucked you.

“Damn it all. Why didn’t I tell you sooner?” He asked with a bitter little laugh.

“Great question.” You told him moaning as his cock kissed your cervix gently. “I should have told you as soon as I realized.”

“And when was that?” The primarch asked.

“That first week I worked with you.”

Mortarion cursed in a language you couldn’t understand.

“We might have been married by now if that was the case.” He felt like such a fool, for the last few years you’d both been a source of love and light in each other's lives.

“I suppose we’ll have to make up for all that lost time then.”

Mortarion moaned and hugged you tight again, thrusting his hips up into you.

You came again, the already wet slap of skin becoming even wetter.

Mortarion fucked you a minute longer. His body grew hotter and the coil in his belly winding tighter as he got ready to cum inside someone for the first time. It was completely different from his hand. The thrusts grew sloppy and he groaned as he came. Pushing into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

Mortarion laid back in the grass under the willow, you rested on his chest as his cock slipped out. You were both spent. But very satisfied.

“I love you Mortarion.” You yawned quietly.

He smiled, it was genuine and warm and he’d never smiled like it before, it felt good to smile that way.

“I love you too, Honeybee.”

[shrimplymoray]

Hello!!! if its alright, could you perhaps do a sheriff(madcom)) x reader where reader is a flower girl and loves raising plants? THNANK YOU!!!!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

HIII thanks for the request, the Sheriff deserves more love, pathetic little meow meow of a guy ehehe! Also side note: i've been trying to start and failing because i have no idea if my idea makes sense, but i just said fuck it rn and am gonna pull what i think may work, if it is not very M:PN compliant, i'm sorry ;-;

The Sheriff x Flower Girl! Reader - Green Thumb

After long nights and days of work, The sheriff liked to take a drink by himself, and walk around the industrial district. Not to brag, but he has so far done a pretty decent job at keeping the scum outside and the ones that needed to be in, well, in. He liked to see himself as doing the dirty work so his old pal can deal with whatever the hell has been happening at the center of the Nexus City, and at the science tower. After one of these long days and nights, he grabbed a good old beer and walked around, appreciating the little bit of peace he managed to get after so long suffering being hunted for sport by those damned man. This walk, however, was cut shorter than expected, as something catched the old cowboy's attention. Something that for all reasons, shouldn't be existing. A little over run and beat up small building, tucked to a corner. nothing would drive one's attention for it, if it weren't for the small glimpses of a... Garden? Well, damn, that's as rare as it can get in Nevada. Although part of him screamed that this is the most suspicious thing that he could find, the way it seemed tended to drove him in. Slowly and cautiously (to not say cowardly) he walked near the little tucked in garden, which led to him going inside the building that for all means looked abandoned, specially compared to the other factories of the area. It was... a beautiful view, really. A flora long thought dead was clinging to every wall, and it took him a long second to hear the whistling, to which he put a hand on his holster, just in case. "Who's there?" It felt almost as if he was asking himself and not the person, to which a... lady, came and looked at him. "Ah! Sheriff, nice to see ya! Don't get visits often, specially in here, heh." "Er, Yeah sure doll. What's... all this about?" The lady looked around with a second of confusion before letting out a chuckle. "Oh this is my little Greenhouse. I know, the building is beat up but... the lights still work here, and it has just the right power to grow some pretty good stuff." "A Greenhouse, huh? Call me stoked, haven't seen one of these in ages..." In his moment of distraction, the woman got near him and took his hand on hers, both calloused but for greatly different reasons, it seems. "Want a Tour? I've been growing stuff in here since i got in the district, and i don't get much guests. That is, if you allow me, sir. You are the boss here, aren't ya?" Her voice was laced with teasing tone. It felt as if they've known each other for ages, good old friends just meeting again. The feeling of her hand on his, and the sheer happiness she showed over the place, it made something beat inside his chest, and his cheeks grow red, but by everything sacred, he was gonna blame the beer. "Welp, yer lucky i'm free right now, dollface. But i can only accept the tour if ya gimme the pleasure of taking ya for a drink later~?" Sadly for him, he didn't sound as smooth as he wanted, but that worked his way in the end. Luck has been getting on the ol' Sheriff's way, it seems.

I genuinely have NO IDEA how to write the Sheriff and also i am out of my head cuz of caffeine crash and my night meds, but i still hope this is somewhat enjoyable!

[ameliathefatcat]

MLP FiM/EQG ocs: Golden Note ‘Goldie’, Blazing Flame ‘Blaze’, and Rose Perfume

FiM: Goldie, Blaze and Rose are three disabled foals from Fillydephia who attended ‘The Fillydephia School for Disabled Fillies and Colts’. Goldie is mute but uses her magic to speak, Blaze is in a wheelchair and can’t feel pain and Rose is blind. Golden Note is the daughter of two wealthy families, her father is Gilded Rich and Spotlight Dazzle. Her parents don’t like acknowledging her due to her disability. Sending her away so they don’t have to deal with her. Goldie doesn’t get along with her family, but is trying to work on her relationship with her cousin Diamond Tiara. Her special talent is music, she able to see pony’s music. Blazing Flame’s parents divorced when he was small and his dad moved back to Cloudsdale. His unicorn mother sent him to the ‘special school’ . Blaze hates his school and keeps trying to escape and hopes his father and step mother would take custody of him. Although a trouble maker Blaze is insecure about his special talent, distraction. How can somepony’s talent be destroying stuff? Rose Perfume comes from an extremely poor family, she was sent to the school on a grant from the government. She had a guide cat named Milo who helps her get around. Rose loves gardening and making perfumes those are her special talent. Although she can’t see the flowers she loves to smell their beautiful.

EQG: Three are in the same grade as the CMC and co. They stick with each other and are almost always seen together. Goldie is non-verbal autistic using AAC device and is often blamed for ending her mother’s music career. Her family is a mess and don’t really love her that much. She truly hates her cousin Diamond Tiara and wished they weren’t related. She’s a quiet girl who don’t think will roast you but she’s the queen of roasts. Blaze was born with spina bifida and the inability to feel pain (no one knows why) he has no spacial awareness and is always bumping into something. He’s parents are still divorced and I have decided who he lives with. He’s often and the skatepark doing tricks with his wheelchair. Rose’s family is one of Poorest in town. They live in government assistance apartment, use food stamps, Rose and her siblings get free lunch at school and they often relay on donations. Rose at times is self conscious about her family’s poverty and doesn’t like being reminded of that. She does get jealous of Goldie’s money and how Goldie’s parents don’t have to work but her parents work multiple jobs each. Rose still has Milo and often sneaks him into school. She loves going to the school greenhouse and finding flowers to make her own perfumes that she sells to help her family.

[midnights-wish]

First of all, I didn't want to say anything against the question or the person asking the question. I just wanted to emphasize how trivial my question is in comparison. Not trivial for me but overall and probably for you. I would still like to have an apartment and a partner or both at the same time.

I can find a normal greenhouse, but I would like to exaggerate it a bit. A greenhouse that is more effective due to optimized air/temperature, less dirty and can keep itself alive for a while. Should I be too lazy or not there to take care of it.

In principle a smart garden but greenhouse version. Not sure why I want greenhouse maybe because its closed and no Insects can enter.

But these also seem to be the things that other people who have different plans than me are looking for. It‘s not that I can’t find anything but it’s not really helpful or not available. When it’s smart you need a app and buying in other countries could mean I can‘t get the app or must do some complicated things to use the app.

Maybe it’s really simple and I just make it hard for myself.

I don't know what I want to plant either. I would like flowers, but if that doesn't look good because it's too small, then it will end up being vegetables.

I somehow fell in love with the idea of ​​creating something beautiful, in this case flowers, without learning any new artistic skills. The smart or exaggerated part is more to speed it up and because it's probably possible.

I hope you understand my problem now. If you don't have a green thumb, then this might be something for you too. I also have no idea about plants, which is one reason why I'm looking for ways to optimize everything.

oh i see, then i misunderstood. please excuse me. though there are no trivial questions, so feel free to say & ask whatever you like. it's of importance to you, after all. :)

i see your point; though i still don't know if i can be of much help, but i'll try: this one is what makes most sense in my book, but i don't know if that's what you're looking for; it does seem to have helpful functions, & also isn't as expensive as the other options i'm seeing. i can't speak to how good it actually is, obviously, but it does have a rating of 3.9, which isn't too bad either. obviously this is the german page of amazon (though on the pictures the stuff it does is listed in english), but i'm sure if you google for the brand name you'll find it on a site that explains it in your language (if english isn't yours), or where you can buy it in your country, as that's what you're preferring. i'm not too sure if this is what you're looking for or if you would prefer something bigger, but i figure if you're starting out on your journey this might be one of the easier & cheaper options while you're starting to get the hang of it. lmk if this is what you meant, i'm curious.

it might actually be, yeah. i've been meaning to find a way to include more herbs in my cooking, so that might actually be a good idea. :)

[ducknotinarow]

[07 TeenAriel and Mikey]

Ariel felt awkward, she couldn't help but do so, as she stepped through Mikey's greenhouse. It was very nice in here, full of so many flowers, all so beautiful and bright. Ariel wish she could focus on that, and not how uncomfortable she felt. It was her fault for blowing up, and yes, amends were made, or at least, being made, but she couldn't help the way she felt in that moment. She wanted to talk to Mikey, but she didn't know what about. Maybe it was too soon for her to just try and act like things were back to normal - things were never going to be normal again...

Soft sigh escapes her, Ariel glancing around, soon seeing a garden fork - but it has her smiling as she grabs it,

"Hey, I've never seen a Dinglehopper like this before Auncle Mikey," She tries to lighten her own mood, "Sorta looks like Raph's Sai."

Not that it stopped her from pushing the prongs between her green hair, not caring for any dirt that was now going to be stuck in her locks. She smiles, spinning green around the garden fork, getting it thoroughly stuck,

"What? You're the one that taught me what a Dinglehopper is."

She says it with a mile, trying to tug the equipment free. It only tangles further. So Ariel gives up, grins, and lets the metal hang in her hair,

"What do you think?" Ariel asks, still trying to act normal, "Nice - right?"

| Muse Interaction

"Nice right?" Mikey goes on to say leading Ariel in further to his greenhouse. His spirits were a bit lighter and brighter ever since she forgave him. Mask warn around his neck when he was busy working away in his own place. Old worn and torn garden gloves managed to fit just fine on his oddly numbered hand. Mikey walking over to point out some new lamps her father helped him out with. "ya dad still the smartest guy around, no matter what I did or tried, the lights just would not stay on? The wires kept like sparking and sure it looked cool buuut I don't think spontaneous fires, work great in a green house?" Mikey wasn't lost on the fact Ariel wasn't talking right now. He figured the poor girl still felt bad about snapping at him. So, he could just fill in for the lack of conversation on his own end.

Mikey giving her a little grand tour of the place. Once he got somethings sorted out it was coming together well more like Donnie took time out to help. Getting a water system in the works, fixing up the lights and all that other stuff that went over their head but Don was able to least give him a run down on what he would at least need in order to make sure the plants inside were getting treated well. Mostly he grew flowers but he had some strawberry plants Mikey wanted to maybe add more like that but he figured starting slow was best. Maybe he could grow tomatoes and learn to make marinara sauce? Small little goals and plans, it was what he felt would be a nice start for himself. Thinking to far ahead still sometimes scared and worried himself. Didn't need to go out and opps join the foot again.

Ya know making it a joke somehow doesn't help it feel any better. But it's what he did crack jokes. Just trying to get that old flow together again.

"Hey, I've never seen a Dinglehopper like this before Auncle Mikey,"

"A wah?" He asks, looking over his shoulder and up towards Areil eyeing the garden from she picked up. Only slightly recalling that's what they called the fork in The Little Mermaid.

"Sorta looks like Raph's Sai."

Mikey offers a smile at that comment "Yeah just don't make him mad when hes got it, trust me last time he stopped by-"

Mikey start to his story came to a sudden pause as he watched Ariel work the prongs of the garden fork through her hair. Not so much finding it funny as maybe a tad on the odd sight if anything. Offering a tilt of his head as he watched, slightly grimacing as he could easily see dirt working into Ariel's hair. What a waste! She had such nice pretty hair too! Sure it worked for comb through his soil of the many flower beds but Mikey had a feeling is wasn't the best for hair. He offers an odd chuckle her way pointing out to the thing. "uh Ari?"

"What? You're the one that taught me what a Dinglehopper is."

This might be why Don used to get on his case so much for stuff like that uh? Watch as the prongs had starting to do their job but in hair? it just cause the strands to tangle up. Mikey's eyes widen a little as he took a step forward hands held out wanting to take it out but unsure what to do as she seemed to find the fork getting resistance. Yeah Mikey starting to understand Don's point now whoops sorry Don.

"What do you think?"

Mikey maybe shouldn't but he can't help how the laugh works out of his beak making a little 'pfft' as if he was leaking air. He was trying so hard to hold it in, that he could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. But it was only made worse as he watch how the frok just hung in her hair like some accessory nearly.

"Nice - right?"

Nope he can't he slams a hand to his beak but the force of his laugh was far to strong as he starting to burst out laughing. Wrapping an arm around himself as he needed to lean forward eyes squeezing shut tight as he continued on to laugh harder and harder. "Sorry" he manages to breath out "sorry I pfft sorry." He was truly sorry for laughing but that wasn't helping him to stop anytime soon clearly. Moving his hand back to his beak as he bite at a finger hoping the dull pain would get him to clam down but the fit of laughter just kept coming. Slowly they resort to trying to control his breathing. Oh, that seems to be working. Breathing in slow and steady till he gained control over the laugh he was giving. grabbing at his mask he had around his neck to dab at his eyes to wipe his tears away he finally gets enough control back to move and stand.

"Hmm no." He goes to finally answer, moving to walk over towards her now. "I mean brown and green look great buuuut" Mikey extends the word out as he starts working to untangle the strands of hair from the prongs of the garden fork. Slowly unknotting the mess, not wanting to pull to hard. He wasn't aware how sensitive hair was when pulled. "I don't think these clumps of dirt are quite the look your going for?" He continues to tease and play into her own joke, once he gets the fork freed he just idly tosses it off to the side. A clank following once it hits the floor. As Mikey reached for her hair and held it up slightly eyeing the dirt in there still. "I mean the maintenance would just be such a pain, you would have to re place the dirt everyday? Not mentioned it'll turn into mud when ya go for those swims of yours." Slightly stepping close so he could start to shake the dirt out from her hair picking out any clumps he could for her. "And ya know ya can't be running around with two different themes either Ari, it's like clashing your colors. Man what have ya parents taught you about fashion?" Mikey asks in fake astonishment. "Dumb stuff like ph balances, or quantum physics." He blows out air at that "Who needs all of that when you have all this nice long hair!"

As to add on to his point Mikey steps over and drapes the section he been work to clean out over his own head. "I mean if I had all this hair I'd focus on that. Make it nice and shiny, keep it all healthy too. Though I think salt water meant to be good for that." He tilts his head and smiles up at her. Well aware what she was trying to do, but she didn't need to try so hard as he steps away and looks at her "What about a fishtail braid? I mean it's the perfect hair style for you right?"

[robynlilyblack]

Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date)

neville x fem!ravenclaw!reader in herbology (and they like eachother lol)

Plant boy

Neville Longbottom x fem! ravenclaw! reader 

Summary: Y/n and Neville grow closer in Herbology

Warning: none cute fluff

A/n: 0.5k words, first time writing Neville, he is a such sweetheart and I had no clue for a title so I wrote plant boy x thanks for the request, enjoy!

Navigation | Golden Era Characters Masterlist

You hugged your books as you entered herbology, you recognised a lot of people but it was strange being in the same class as people who were once the year above you. As you scanned the room you spotted an empty seat by Neville, you had always had a crush on the boy, you loved listening to him for hours when he talked about magical botany, you also happened to find his clumsy nature rather endearing as you happened to have your moments too 

Walking over you lean forward a little to see he was nose deep in a book “This seat free?” you ask softly, watching the boy begin to smile before he even peers up at you

He nods “Yeah” he gestures to the seat as you sit down and take out your stuff the boys eyes trace your features, admiring you

Much like yourself Neville had fancied you for a long while but had been too shy to do anything about it

“Right class, since the greenhouse is still being rebuilt we will be doing a desk study, you and the person beside you…” you and Neville turn to smile at one another “…will have to write a report on a chosen plant and later on you will grow it. I know it’s a little out of order but hey ho” Professor Sprout shrugs “I’ll leave you all to get started, if you have any questions please ask Mr Longbottom because I need to go stop a small army of mandrakes from taking over the school” and with that rather comedically ominous point she leaves

The class turns to look at Neville a little jealous of you getting to partner with him, something that was extremely foreign to the boy. It made him anxious, his hand moving to grip his stool in order to stop them from shaking

You gently place yours over his, instantly calming him “Thank you” he whispers, a dusting of blush on his cheeks

You smile “I am pretty lucky to be with the whiz though” 

He lets out a small chuckle “So what do you want to do it on?” he says taking his free hand and flicking through the book, not wanting to move his other and lose contact with you yet

You leaned closer to him, he smelt like a garden but a sweet one, filled with flowers and ferns, wild and beautiful “I’m happy to do anything, I can take care of the sketches and general writing if you provide your brilliant brain” you let out a small giggle which makes the boys heart warm “I’ll get my…” you finally pull you hand away but he stops you, hand gently wrapped around your wrist before he slips it into yours, interlacing your fingers with a beautiful pink hue on his face

He then looks over at you, checking this was alright, smiling as you smile and continue to get your quill and parchment with the one hand, neither of you letting go any time soon

Thanks for reading 💛

[the-himawari]

A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [R] Fun School Life (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

---

Muku: …

*flips page*

Homare: Good morning, Muku-kun.

Muku: Good morning!

Homare: What are you reading there?

Muku: I’m reading a gymnasium manga to prepare for my role as a guide in the doll exhibit that you told us about the other day.

Homare: Wonderful! It delights me to see you tackling it so zealously.

Muku: I’m looking forward to it too.

Homare: When you speak of Muku-kun, the image of shoujo manga comes to mind. However, I see you also have manga about gymnasiums.

Muku: I do own a few books myself, but that’s due to my older sister’s influence. My sister loves gymnasium stuff, so I borrowed this from her.

Homare: What a great older sister you have. So, was there anything you would grasp from it?

Muku: Well…! In volume 1, page 25, the main character visits a certain greenhouse… And then there’s a scene where their classmate, who they met for the first time, was tending to the roses… The way the classmate’s side profile was drawn was really ephemeral. When they noticed the main character, they smiled and said, “welcome to my garden”!

Homare: Oh my, that depiction is very easy to imagine.

Muku: But I feel like it would be better to actually go to that sort of place for my role study…

Homare: If that’s the case, there is a fitting location.

Muku: Wait, really!?

Homare: It’s the botanical garden I visited in the past to write a column… It has a joint greenhouse café and the flowers are all in beautiful bloom.*

Muku: A place like that exists, huh?

Homare: If you’d like, why don’t we go together? If it can also aid in your role study, then allow me to help.

Muku: Thank you so much! Please take me with you!

Homare: Very well. Let’s go on the weekend.

Muku: Okay!

Homare: …Speaking of that place, I wonder if that beautiful blue fellow will still be there?

Muku: ? (I wonder if he knows someone with blue eyes…?)

---

*References Homare’s SSR Beautiful as a Butterfly card

| next

[golden-barnes]

Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

-

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?

[anyoneseenadam]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Azriel x reader where they are cuddling and talking after a long day of work?

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: mental health/anxiety being mean, insecurity, asides from that it’s pure fluff and nice and lovey dovey

a/n: I love writing fluff omg, I went in a slightly different route that I intended with this one but I hope you like it :))))

------------------------------------------------------------------

You pushed the heavy wooden door of your home open, dragging your legs in as you fought to keep your eyes open. You pushed the door closed with your back, leaning your head against it, and closing your eyes for a second, before sliding down, still leaning against the door, and wrestling to remove you shoes with a huff.

You heard a cough ahead of you and looked up to see Azriel fondly watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He was still in his leathers, so you presumed he had just beat you home, his tired eyes sparkling with humour as he watched you struggle with your boots. You didn’t say anything as you stood and padded over to him on heavy feet, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing your eyes shut.

You didn’t want to think of the long week you had dealt with, you just wanted to bury yourself under a mountain of pillows and blankets and maybe wrap your limbs around Azriel like a koala bear. He wrapped his arms around you, scarred hands rubbing up and down your back as the two of you stood together in silence, simply breathing in the other and allowing your souls to be reacquainted.

When you first met Azriel he had wandered into your shop on a whim, wanting to get Feyre some flowers to congratulate her on the pregnancy and he remembered Elain had mentioned this shop being one of her favourites. He had expected to be in and out, not in the mood for a long conversation, or any conversation for that matter. But as soon as he saw your pretty face, your flowy, dress that stopped just above your dirt covered knees, all his plans were thrown out the window.

“Can I help you?” you had asked, sweet-lipped, your voice sounding the way cherries tasted, sweet but with a deeper richness. A smooth tone that he could listen to for hours.

He ended up buying as many flowers as he could without seeming insane, not wanting you to ever stop speaking, wanting you to explain the meaning behind every flower in your store if it meant he got to stay with you.

You had noticed him as well of course. Who wouldn’t, he was beautiful and carried himself with so much grace and poise that you were sure he was a fallen angel. You had lengthened your descriptions of the flowers, face heating when you realised you were rambling and fighting a grin when he asked you to continue.

You had invited him to sit with you as you were brewing tea and he had accepted, sipping tentatively at the tea you told him you grew yourself, the greenhouse in your garden perfect for the needed flowers. The two of you had spoken for hours before he left, ignoring the confused looks from his friends when he came home with six separate bouquets of flowers. Instead deciding to picture your pretty face as he lay in bed that night, finally getting rest for the first time in weeks.

Now, you were wrapped up in his arms, still not speaking. He didn’t worry too much, he knew that sometimes you weren’t ready to speak, that some days you just needed some quiet to process your day and come back to yourself. When you had first explained the way you would drift from your own mind, feeling as if you were floating above your own body Azriel had almost cried, the realisation that maybe he wasn’t the only one in the world, that maybe there was someone for him after all.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you to the kitchen, carefully avoiding the plants littered around the house, before shifting you onto one hip like a baby, knowing you wouldn’t be letting go any time soon. He set about brewing your favourite tea, smiling as he picked up the pot that you had shared the fifth time he came to visit you.

The store had been closed but you had invited him, so he pushed in, cringing at himself when he realised how early he was but all his thoughts came to a halt when he heard that sweet voice of yours coming from your apartment above your shop.

“My lovers got humour, she's the giggle at a funeral, knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece, every Sunday's getting more bleak a fresh poison each week- AH!” you screamed when you saw him standing in the doorway, pressing a hand to your heart as it slowed back to its regular beat. “Fuck you, oh my.”

He genuinely laughed then, not expecting to hear you swear. The girl who had green stained fingers and who fed stray cats, the girl who always decorated for every holiday and who apologised when she bumped into inanimate objects. Your face was hot to the touch and you wouldn’t look him in the eyes, so he had stopped laughing, moving to up your face, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“You have the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard.” He said sincerely but you scoffed,

“No I really don’t,” you laughed but he saw the insecurities then, “I know it’s whiny.” He frowned; your voice having been one of your most attractive traits in his eyes. He had started to see beneath your cracks then, but now with you wrapped around him he remembered how deep they went.

“Do you want to talk about it baby?” he asked carefully, not wanting to startle you, knowing how deep you could get in your head, tiny noises startling you when you were zoned out.

“Bad brain.” Was all you muttered, and he frowned but just kissed your forehead and continued making your tea. When he was done he carried both you and the tea through to your bedroom, setting the tea down before twisting you again and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you on the side of the bath and wet a cloth, cleaning the makeup from your face, and moisturising your skin before picking you back up and taking you back to your room. You slowly changed into one of his shirts and some loose boxers before crawling under the duvet and reaching your hands out to Azriel who had changed into his pyjama bottoms.

He crawled in next to you, pulling you into his chest, his wings wrapping around the two of you and then his shadows settling over both of you, protecting you from the outside world.

“How was your week?” he asked, one hand coming up to play with your hair knowing how much it relaxed you and feeling his heart warm when he felt you smile against his neck.

“Bit shit,”

“How so?”

“Just rude customers, and this one guy wanted like two dozen flowers which I made up but then he couldn’t pay and trashed the bouquets I had made him. Plus all the noise made my anxiety play up,” you muttered, and he frowned, not liking how put out you sounded.

“Want me to kill him?” he asked, only half-joking.

“I think that’s a bit extreme,” you laughed into his shoulder.

“Lightly maim then?”

“Maybe just a scare, make him think his house is haunted or something,”

“That I can do.” He smiled, kissing you, happy to have you partially back to him.

“What about you, how was your week, I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

“I know, sorry. I’ve been doing some stuff for Rhys.”

“I’m presuming I’m not allowed to hear about it,” you said, well aware of how secretive his job was.

“It’s not a mission per say, I’m just babysitting.”

“Is it fun at least?” you asked, grinning at him cheekily and he scrunched up his face, thinking back over his week of baby sitting two horny Fae’s while he dreamt of being in your little apartment.

“Not the word I would use, they’re too horny for their own good.”

“The babies?!”

“No! NO! They’re not actually children!” he backtracked as you collapsed into a fit of giggles, Azriel joining you soon after. “You know I think they suspect something,” he said once you finally calmed down, “I think they’ve worked out I’m sneaking off.”

“Hmm, guess we have to kill them then.” You mused and Azriel grinned,

“Only reasonable course of action.”

“I mean we’d be fools not to,”

“Clearly.” He laughed, before tightening his grip, “seriously though, do you want to meet them?”

“I mean, yeah. I think it’d be nice,” he noticed your mood had shifted again and nudged you, imploring you to continue, “It’s just you’re all so accomplished and amazing, powerful people and I’m just… me.”

He tried to ignore the pain that stabbed into his heart at your self-deprecating words, having thought them about himself enough times to know how they felt. “Don’t say that, you’re an incredible person. And even if you weren’t the kindest, sweetest person I had ever met, you’re still the girl I love and honestly I think Cassian is one ex-girlfriend away from selling me to the highest bidder.”

You laughed and nuzzled in farther, “Kindest person you’ve ever met?”

“Well asides from the occasional death threats,”

“ah yes, ignoring that. Of course.” He laughed and kissed your forehead, eyes closing as he heard your voice get softer and your breath slower.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair as you felt your eyelids droop, the weight of the week lifted off of your shoulders as you buried yourself in Azriel’s arms, peaceful in his embrace.

“I love you.”

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉

________________________________

𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹: imagine-all-the-fandoms said:

Hey you 💕 I’m so in love with your imagines, you’re a great writer! I hope it’s okay to send smth in as well ☺️ a Bucky one for where you’re crushing each other and head to a mission together in the snowy mountains where you get trapped by a storm in a cute cabin. First he’s all shy around you but in the end it’s all cute as he makes a little fire and shares his clothes to keep you warm which also leads to cuddling and finally sharing a kiss and even some loving smut when you finally admit your feelings ?

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, 18+, Fluff, friends to lovers, shy Bucky, fluff, did I mention fluff? Plant stuff? you’re kinda like that bitch from sky high lol

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: this is too cute and I had so much writing this, i feel it radiates like huge cottage core energy but in the snow XD anyways hope you like it bug and thanks for the request!!

____________________________________________

You were walking from the greenhouse/garden room holding a small plant when you bumped into a much larger figure, accidentally dropping said plant.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” the voice said.

“It’s ok. I’m sorr-” you stopped.

The person was Bucky and under his big black boot was your little baby plant that you were taking to your room to nurse. You stared at him with a shocked and upset look on your face and Bucky stepped back to see the poor plant squished on the floor. 

Wanda was a bystander and rushed over to help clean up. She used her powers and mended the plant pot back together but the poor bud was still wilted. 

“Are you guys ok?” Wanda asked, handing you the pot with the wilted plant. 

“You squished my plant,” you said monotonously.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, panicked.

You playfully shook your head in disappointment trying your hardest to burst into giggles. It was ok because it’s what you do. You did… plant stuff. You weren’t exactly sure what your abilities were but you did know that you worked with plants very well.

You looked down at the bud and softly blew. Sage green magic circled the plant and life went back into the little sprout. Bucky’s panicked expression softened as he watched you use your magic. The way you smiled when the plant came back to life. That proud smile you had on made him smile too.

“There. All better,” you looked back Bucky. 

“All better,” he repeated with a smile.

“Hey, Y/n. Bucky,” Steve called you from down the hall.

“What’s up?”

“Fury needs you two in the conference room, says he’s got a mission for you two,” Steve walked away after he informed you both.

“Lead the way darling,” Bucky gestured his hand forward.

“Ah, you’re here. Why do you have a plant in your hand?”

“Bucky squished my flower under his boot,” you said.

“It was an accident,” Bucky mumbled.

“Moving on. I have a mission for you both in the alps. Some thugs are trading alien plant life so I need you,” he pointed to you, “to collect some samples for Tony and Bruce and Bucky will be there to protect you. If any plants die or get frozen you know what to do.”

You were plenty capable to handle yourself but you’ve never had to do so in the snow. You generally stuck to warmer and sunnier places when it came to missions. Bucky was pretty used to the snow so he knows to survive better in case you get stuck; but that won’t happen obviously.

“Wheels up in 30.”

You got to hide out and you were sort of struggling considering you had maybe seven layers of clothes on. You felt like a big puffy marshmallow waddling your way to the crime scene. The mission was somewhat successful, Bucky had really done all the work fighting and you just ran around tying up bad guys with vines and holding little seedlings in your pockets.

All was going until it didn’t. The wind picked up quickly and snow started thrashing around you and the others. You were fighting on the side of a hill, well Bucky was. You were still running around trying not to get shot. There was rumbling and the ground shook under you. You looked at Bucky who had taken down someone and his face held fear and concern. 

“Run!” he yelled.

“Where!” you started running anyhow.

“Follow me, doll!” 

You tried your best to run through heavy snow and with many many layers of clothes on you but it was becoming a struggle. Especially running against the wind made it a challenge on its own. Bucky was far ahead of you but thankfully turned back to grab your hand effectively dragging you alongside him running from the tumbling snow chasing after you. 

“Think you get us above ground? Maybe a tree? Rock platforms?” Bucky shouted, still running with his arm up to prevent snow and ice from getting in his eyes.

“The snow’s too thick and the wind is too strong,” you shouted back.

“I’m sorry,” you shouted shakily.

Before Bucky could respond the snowfall did a hiccup before finally settling within feet of you and Bucky. You two were exhausted and if you had to run any further, you’d probably be consumed by snow because you barely had any energy left in you to keep running.  

The wind was still harsh and the snow fell rapidly making it almost impossible to see even 5 feet in front of you. 

“We should find shelter,” Bucky said close to your face. Your nose was nearly numb from the cold and the warmth from Bucky’s proximity made it almost feel like it was burning. 

“I’m just following you,” you said with tired eyes.

After what felt like hours of walking you were practically dragging your feet and legs across the thick snow. The blankets of snow  glistened beautiful and sparkled under the sun. despite the sun now being out the weather was still almost unbearably cold. Your body still shook from the chill.

“You know, I’ve never liked winter. It was always so plain and boring with all the snow. And it’s so fucking cold; I’d rather be laying in the sun in a meadow. But this,” you circled your arms and twirled, “This is beautiful.”

“You what’s even more beautiful?” Bucky held your hand.

“What?” you said shyly.

“That cabin up ahead,” he smirked, and you smacked his chest.

“Well then, come on. I’m still freezing my butt off, and surely the seedlings in my pocket are frozen too,” you started treading the snow, grunting every step.

You got inside after a few tugs because the lock was practically frozen shut. The cabin was seemingly abandoned, else the hosts would certainly be surprised. Nonetheless, Bucky searched the house for anything to give you warmth. You stood in the living room area of the cabin awaiting instructions from Bucky since he seemed to know what he was doing. 

“Hey, doll. It looks like this place’s got two fireplaces. One here and in the master bedroom. Take your pick.”

“How long will be here?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve hardly got any signal to send an alert.”

“That means we’ll probably spend the night. We should use the bedroom.”

“You can use the bedroom. I set a fire in the fireplace there, and then I’ll set one up out here for me when you’re taken care of,” he said.

“I thought we were sharing the room,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. See you had this little, itty, bitty, tiny crush on the fellow. But how could you not? He was perfect! You certainly weren’t going to waste the opportunity to share a bed with the guy if you ‘had to’. 

“Let’s get you taken care of,” he smiled softly.

You walked to the back room where the master bedroom was and it was beautiful. The bed was disassembled, the mattress was leaning to the side on the wall and the bed frame was taken apart. Bucky moved the bedframe to the side and flopped the mattress down to the floor. 

“Let me check for any blankets in this place,” Bucky ran off. 

You looked around and walked into the connected bathroom. To your absolute surprise there were small plants, unfortunately dead, and pots filled with dried out and chalky dirt. You could work with that. 

You picked them up and took them to the bed. You sat on the mattress and placed the pots in front of you on the floor at your feet. You pulled out the frozen seedlings and plants and placed each one in their own pot. 

That same sage green magic circled your hands and traveled to the pots where the dirt grew damp and the seedlings grew into buds. You smiled to yourself before looking up, eyes meeting Bucky’s who watched you with a grin on his face.

“It’s amazing what you do,” he said holding a bunch of blankets.

“It’s nothing.”

“No-” he was interrupted from the branches of the trees right outside the room baniging against the window hard. 

“Oh no. storm’s picking up again,” Bucky mumbled.

“Are we gonna be ok?” you asked.

“”We’ll be fine. Now are you hurt?”

“Just cold,” you whispered.

“Ok if you feel uncomfortable let me know and I’ll leave you ok?” you nodded.

“I need you to take your layers off until you reach your thermal.”

You zipped down your snow jacket that was incredibly wet from all the snow from outside. Next was a layer of your snow pants after you took your snow boots off, which were also wet; both the pants and boots.

Bucky helped you with the rest of your layers under you simply wore a thermal and your undergarments underneath. Your body was shaking still and the fire still wasn’t on yet. 

“Here are all the blankets I could find. Warm yourself up while I turn on the fireplace,” Bucky walked outside to gather some stumps of wood that were conveniently stacked next to the front door. He came back with a rock and banged it against his metal hand to create sparks which thankfully successfully lit the fire. 

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked shyly.

“Sort of, but the fire’s going so I think I’ll feel better very soon,” you responded.

Bucky was about to leave you and make his own fire in the living room when you stopped him.

“Buck, you don’t have to leave,” you said.

“Thought I’d give you some privacy,” he responded.

“I don’t need privacy, besides the fire’s already made. Just stay here,” you scooted on the bed for him to sit.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Come sit,” you smiled and patted the spot next to you.

He sat with you very closely and you feel his body heat radiating off his body like a heater. He asked if it was ok if he got rid of wet clothes too and you let him. When he took his last layer off he accidentally lifted his thermal shirt with it exposing his lower stomach. The muscle of his abdominals surprised you and you couldn’t help but oogle.

Bucky’s cheeks grew red and not from the cold. You two sat in silence. Your body was still trembling slightly and bucky wanted to help you. He just didn’t know if you;d be comfortable with the particular survival tactic. 

“I don’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable but body heat and skin to skin contact is the most effective way to warm the body.

“Bucky, are you making a move on me?” you giggled.

“Uh no- sorry I, uh I-”

“I’m just teasing,” you smiled.

“I want to help you,” he whispered.

“Ok.”

Bucky moved away slightly and reached for the bottom of your shirt hesitantly looking to you for permission of which you granted. Your arms came up and the thermal slowly peeled off of your cold body. You were simply left in a bra and your arms covered yourself in coldness and also slight insecurity. 

Bucky also took his thermal off and tossed it to the side. Your eyes trained on his torso littered with little scars and bruises that made you want to reach out and hold him. He leaned back on the mattress and lifted his hips to remove his thermal pants and then looked back to you to make sure you were still ok.

You stood up and quickly discarded your pants as well as seeing Bucky turn his away from seeing you undress; which made your heart warm at his manners. When you were done you sat back down much closer to Bucky this time.

His arms wrapped around you and both your legs hitched over his thighs as you curled into him. His body was so hot, figuratively and literally. Your body instantly warmed up against his hardened muscles. You stayed this way while the fire burned and Bucky told you stories about him and Steve back in the 40s before everything happened. 

There was a moment of silence that settled between you and you looked into Bucky’s eyes. His hand came up and softly brushed the air from your face. You leaned into hand and smiled faintly to him and he smiled back. 

Bukcy leaned his forehead down to press against your and you could feel the tip of his equally cold nose on yours. You looked at each other waiting for the other to say something, anything.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you whispered.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispered back.

“Please.”

Bucky lips attached to yours ever so gently. Your body practically melted against him, chills raising on your skin but not from the cold. His hands caressed the skin of your stomach and ribs and you moved straddled his thighs.

You felt growing wet from the way he held you tenderly against him. You started grinding yourself against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard pressing up against your core. Small moans and breathy sighs emitted from you and Bucky and his hands roamed to your ass. 

Bucky’s lips went to neck and you threw your head back for him and threaded your fingers through his hair. Bucky nipped and bit down on the skin before soothing it over with his tongue and dragged it down to your collarbone. 

You reached around and unclipped your bra and Bucky tossed over to the pile of clothes you had discarded beforehand. Bucky looked down at your chest for a second but averted his eyes to prevent you from being uncomfortable. 

His hands however kneaded the flesh of your breasts; insanely warm against your skin. 

“You’re so pretty, darling,” Bucky whispered in your ear making you shudder.

He flipped you over; the blanket fell to the side making your nipples harden from the chilly air. He stood up to remove his boxers and ran his hands up your legs sensually playing with the hem of your panties you still had on. 

He looked at you with gentle eyes before you nodded eagerly for him to take them off. After he did he crawled up body before settling between your hips. His cock was settled against your pussy and it practically throbbed, aching for more. 

He pumped his cock with his hand a few times leaning down to capture your lips with his. When he slid inside, you moaned loudly taking a hold of his shoulders with your hands. Bucky was huge! Nothing like any of your past lovers, not that you really many. 

“Hold on, hold on. I just need a second,” you told Bucky. 

He leaned down and pressed kisses all over your face; your hands cupping his face and jaw giggling. You looked into eyes once again and nodded letting him know that it was alright to move again. 

Bucky was in absolute heaven right now.

Your walls felt so soft and velvety as he easily thrusted in and out of you. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. His hand reached down your arm and he intertwined his fingers with yours resting by your head. 

Bucky had been dreaming of this moment longer than he’d like to admit. He never considered himself to be a shy person; and definitely not jealous either. But when he met you, he always stuttered and stumbled over his feet and words barely getting a working sentence out of his mouth. 

Whenever Steve or Sam spoke to you, and generally flirted a lot of the time, he envied them for being so relaxed around you. He’d wanted to ask you on a proper date and take you home to worship you like you deserve; wake up next to you and make love all over again. But he couldn’t say hi without turning bright red.

But here you were, a dream come true, squirming, whining and moaning beautifully under him. 

“You are so gorgeous, baby. God, I can’t believe you're here,” Bucky kissed you. 

“Oh, Bucky you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well,” he praised.

You both moaned feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso driving him deeper in making you practically scream in pleasure. Bucky’s hips snapped in and out of you wildly desperate for that release he knows is going to be the best he’s ever had. 

When the coil in the pit of your stomach burst your back arched into Bucky and his face buried into your neck as he practically growled in pleasure. 

“Fuck that was amazing,” he kissed your neck and chuckled.

“Why are you always so shy around me? We probably could’ve done this way sooner,” you patted his back. 

“I, uh-”

“There you go stuttering again,” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I really like you and I have since I’ve met you. I don’t know why I feel so brain dead whenever I’m around you. I used to have no problem asking a pretty dame on a date, but when I met you, I couldn’t even say hi let alone ‘Hey wanna go on a date because I think you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever met in my goddamn life?’ It felt impossible,” Bucky sat up and sat you on his legs still wrapped in the blanket. 

“Bucky, I- oh,” you gasped.

“What?” you pointed to the wooden floor of the cabin. There were small buds and patches of grass coming through the cracks of the floorboards. There were also vines and branches covering the walls coming from the floor as well.

“Oh! Did I do that?” you looked back at him and he nodded.

“Oopsies,” you giggled.

“What if we had sex in the garden?” Bucky asked.

“Oh my gosh, Bucky!” you laughed.

“What?” a smile grew on his face watching you laugh in pure delight.

“You’re so silly,” you shook your head before yawning.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go sleep and we’ll see what’s gonna happen after the storm passes,” Bucky kissed you goodnight and you fell asleep comfortably in his arms.

___________________________________________

@mathletemadison 

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ:

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴇ! ;)

[obeymeluv]

Signs they Love You (Pt. 2)

This semester is almost over and while the teacher is a bit disorganized, I have a semblance of breathing room. I thought I’d pop this out real quick and maybe something smaller. Baby-related thing still pending. I want to do it, just not quite enough time yet.

Part 2 has Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

Belphie’s is not long AT ALL because...well, it’s Belphie. And it’s me. I’m so-so with Belphie.

Asmodeus

For once, his charm and sin is a double-edged sword

Yes, he’s very experienced and has had many lovers--many splendid little things over hundreds of years--but how to make it unique? How to tell you?

Asmo is very calculated in how he flirts, from what he wears and what he plans to say. He personally believes every relationship should be special. No repeated dates unless both people have a preference for it

So when he decides he likes you, the first thing he does is pull out this BIG ASS BOOK he’s kept for centuries and leafs through it to see what he’s done before

 No, it doesn’t matter that 99% of these dates were AGES before you were born. He’s checking the list because YOU DESERVE A SPECIAL DATE!

He’s secretly hoping you’ll get some of the many hints he’ll be dropping, but consulting the book is also a good idea for an official first date

After two weeks of shopping with you, taking spa days, trying to weasel his way into more cuddles, Asmo decides it’s time to pull out The Book idea because you’re not getting it

You’re just distracted by his beauty to see the fact that he’s trying to flirt. It’s fine.

This date idea requires the big guns (really only Diavolo, but he needs Lucifer to get to Diavolo). He’s setting his plan into motion, trying to sweet-talk Lucifer into taking him by Diavolo’s castle but Mammon overhears

The second-eldest is very unimpressed, DARES to mock him while sipping noisily on a soda, and just asks him why he doesn’t tell you straight up.

“Because it’s a stupid, tasteless idea.” Asmodeus scoffs and shoos him away like an annoying little thing as he amps up the charm and resumes his conversation with Lucifer.

“Bet it’ll work.” is all he hears Mammon murmur.

“Look,” Mammon shrugs. flicks his eyes to Asmo and then just nods his head towards you as you come around the corner into the dining room. “You just man up and say, ‘Do you--SMFF!”)

Asmo has never strangled anyone to death but today it might happen

Or he’s going to break this new six inch heel off in Mammon’s mouth (or his ass)

With Mammon sufficiently strangled (or choking on his soda, he’s not sure which) Asmo, plays it cool (barely) as you pass through to do something else (thank god!)

Highly amused, Lucifer agrees to help him

By the end of the week Asmodeus has a cute greenhouse picnic planned. Only Satan and Lucifer know

He’s pretty scarce around the House of Lamentation, even turning Solomon down once or twice, but it’s all worth it for the set up. He even bought special flowers

Barbatos escorts you through the winding greenhouse that almost seems lush and trim enough to be part of the Royal Gardens. He stops just before a manicured arch of flowers, the walkway studded with garden lights, stepping stones, and beautiful roses

He goads you forward, sending you on your way. The little roses perk up and explode into gorgeous blooms

And they’re talking?! One of the notecards say they’re a Devildom brand of rose--a mimicrose. The flower acts like a recorded, hiding a secret message, and blooms when it’s delivered to the right person

Your face lights up a gorgeous flattered color as you make your way down the trail compliments popping up every step

Asmo’s waiting at the end of the arches, looking like the cat that ate the canary with his catered spread. Sitting pretty on the classic checkered blanket.  

You only kind of hear the last rose confess--Asmo’s voice going quiet and shy as he swears he really, really loves you

The demon in front of you seems very far from that shy voice but you catch the tinge of pink on his cheeks. He saunters up to you and says something witty about how only he could be perfect for you, and that only perfect him could set all this up!

You two have a cute, quiet date with little cakes and finger foods

Diavolo sends Lucifer a text with a blurry photo saying he ‘photobombed’ you two, but doesn’t realize he has to be in the photo for it to count. Lucifer still thinks it’s a cute picture

Beelzebub:

It takes Beel a while to come around to the fact that he might like you

Not because he doesn’t like you, but because he’s equally comfy being friends. Friends are fine, too.

Even as a friend he still gets that giddy rush when he holds you, that flood of warmth when he impresses you, so for a while he thinks he has the best of both worlds

When that balance starts to feel threatened, the realization creeps in

Then he realizes there’s no going back and if he doesn’t say anything, you get caught up with other people and he’ll miss you. You just won’t be around as much anymore!

 When someone on the Fangol team starts getting a little too curious and close, the red flags go flying in Beel’s mind. He needs to tell you and tell you now!

Probably doesn’t have an extensive dating history and is, in general, the best sweet boi, so he’ll ask around for ideas. The second someone suggests a cupcake message or cake message, he’s done. No more ideas! That’s the best one!

To put his feelings in it, Beel decides to make the cupcakes himself. He buys enough to make 3 or 4 dozen cupcakes because he anticipates stress eating at least two batches

And the ugly ones. Can’t give you ugly ones!

He takes full advantage of Asmo or whoever getting you out of the house, throwing on a little apron and getting to work. Belphie supervises, occasionally scolding him

Beel eats a few cupcakes more than he’s supposed to and decides to draw frosting people so the space doesn’t feel empty

His frosting spelling isn’t that great. One of the words look weird. More than one, actually

Trying to write over it just makes extra frosting, unreadable globs

Beel eats that one, then realizes he messed up some of the topping, so he smooths it out and tries again

Belphie plays wingman, fully aware of his brother panicking over presentation and trying to spell (and not squeeze the life out of the frosting bag), and writes little love messages on the wrappers

It’s stuff he’s heard Beel say in his sleep for at least a week.

Beel resigns himself to a mash of cupcakes that are kind of readable and way less than what he planned to have. He doesn’t know Belphie’s done a gradual bait and switch of the cupcake liners since he’s eaten just as many as he’s made

You see a smiley face and the frosting people and it’s enough to melt your heart

Beel is speckled in flour and frosting (he’s got crumbs on the corner of his mouth), and he looks adorably awkward in the apron. He’s so nervous he’s in his demon form, wings buzzing frantically behind him.

It’s like he wants to take off and make nervous circles around you.

He stutters out an awkward ‘I like you’ and mumbles other things. Belphie, who’s curled up under the prep table, grumbles out ‘READ THE LINERS!’ before snuggling down again

You and Beel go on a cute little hunt to pick and read the wrappers, splitting cupcakes with each other.

At the end of it you’re very full and very happy. And Beel’s extra delighted because you smell (and taste) like cupcakes.

Belphegor

Does he like you like you, or just like the fact that you don’t bother him?

In his book, you’re not terrible. Not annoying. You don’t wake him up on purpose, and you seem to get along with Beel.

Not bad, right?

Maybe this means he just doesn’t have high standards?

He knows he wouldn’t mind napping with you. Maybe that means he likes you?

One night, when he’s hit that ‘slept all day’ high and he’s awake and thinking it over. He asks Beel about it because who else would know him better than his twin?

Then he learns. OH BOY DOES HE LEARN!

Apparently he talks about you in his sleep? And he blushes? CUDDLES THE PILLOW?

Beel is hardly worried about the threats, the finger pointing in his face, and the way he’s bobbing his head like a bull about to charge. It’s just standard little brother things! Very cute!

Belphegor feels bad and a little unworthy to date you. His sin is very taxing and he spends a lot of the time napping. Is it really a good idea?

It’s a heavy issue to think about, and he dreams.

Belphegor has always believed that dreams are a way for you to work out the issues you have when you’re awake, so he’s not surprised to dream about you

The dreams are so vivid, so heart-warming, and he’s so happy. It’s all about you and him--snippets of dates that he can’t completely see. He’s not sure where you’re at or what led up to the moments, but they’re all a happy, quiet cuddle that gives him more energy than he’s felt in a while

He knows, then, that he should at least ask you. When he gets his next burst of rested energy, he’s going to confess

Belphegor’s nearly scared straight out of bed when he sees you tentatively approaching it. He musters up enough concentration to hold a conversation and is VERY embarrassed to find he basically called you here

Almost like a subliminal message, or sharing a dream, you just simply had to come and tell him about the adorably awkward dream. It was very cuddly and kind of put you in a cuddling mood

Belphegor’s got a major case of sleep brain but it sounds like YOU actually just confessed

Plays the big card--go big or go home!--”If you like me, get in the bed.”

Realizes about 3 seconds later how that sounds. Is very embarrassed and wants to hide under his blankets and die. 

He’s already wormed under them and is firmly cocooned (so he doesn’t have to look you in the face or see if you stay) “You know...if you like me. Want to cuddle and stuff...like a couple...”

He feels your weight spread out along his bed and scoops you up like a blanket monster. It’s like being swallowed by a fitted sheet, blanket coming at you from all sides, and you both laugh about it.

Belphegor is a big fan of the private cuddle pile

[that-little-zebunny]

Hello my love💕 Ok so for a prompt, how about picking flowers with Loki- or anything with flowers! Planting a garden or walking to pick flowers, something like that! 🥰

Please and thank you my sweet!

The Power Of Flowers 🌷

Pairing: Loki x F! Reader

Warning: angst, being sick/injured, on bed rest and so sweet Fluffiness.

Thank you Jo for sending this prompt 😍🥰💕 I love flowers, plant and nature so much. I missed them huhu. I hope you'll enjoy this. Love you!

Tom Hiddleston and Characters Taglist

@jewels2876 @jobean12-blog @lookalivefrosty taglist open 🥰

 You had been sick and injured on your last mission. Trapped on your bed for weeks had made you very cranky.

How many times have you snarled at your boyfriend Loki? You can’t remember to be honest. You’re just glad he had tons of patience. Staring at the gray sky with a sigh. Great and it’s going to rain too. What a way to set the mood.

Sighing again you turned your body around facing away from the sad looking outside world and saw Loki standing at the open door watching you.

“How long had you been there?” You grunted at him. Striding towards you he sat down at the side of your bed. He reached over your uninjured hand kissing it softly.

“It pains me to see you this woeful, my love.” He whispered.

You sighed again. Looking up at him in defeat.

“I don’t like this…” you swallowed thickly, blinking as your eyes started to dampen. “I don’t like feeling this weak.” You told him truthfully. He leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes savoring his touch.

“Do you trust me Love?” he whispered on top of your head. His long fingers combing your hair. You’re starting to relax from his touch.

“You know I do, with all my heart.” You answered. Moving your weak body closer to his.

Smiling sweetly upon hearing your response and how you had put yourself close to him. Loki flicked his free hand and a wheelchair came rolling in your room.

Raising an eyebrow at the contraption you turned your head to have a better view of his face.

“May I?” He asked, standing up straight offering a hand for you to take,

“You may.” You answered, taking his hand with your uninjured one. He once again peaked a kiss on your hand, leaning down to pick you up on his arm. Making sure he’s not putting pressure on your legs and other injuries.

For the first time after waking up all bandaged up you finally felt like you could breathe. Having your body leave that wretched bed.

Loki sat you down in the wheelchair and kneeled in front of you. “I need you to close your eyes, my sweets.” He said and you study his face trying to read him and his plan but it was unsuccessful of course. Pouting your lips in defeat.

He then smoothly runs his hand from your forehead down your eyes guiding them to close. You kept it tightly closed and it must have pleased him because you felt his soft lips touch yours. You smiled as you moved your lips with his.

With a pained groan he stopped himself from taking the kiss deeper. Well it's been a while for the both of you. You giggled. Poor Lokes.

Keeping your eyes closed you let Loki push you towards your unknown destination. Five minutes later you felt him stop.

"Don't look yet!" He hissed and you heard his heavy footsteps and some metal creaking. You did your best to not peak despite the excitement bubbling inside you.

You moved again and quickly stopped. You took a deep breath, your lack of sight kind of made you focus on other stuff. It smells fresh and clean. Kinda earthy too.

"Can I look now??" You asked, snipping the air again. "Are we outside? Isn't it raining?" You asked as fresh air filled your lungs.

"Open them now." He said. Nervously you opened one eye first but only saw red. You blinked your eyes adjusting to the light. Something red and aromatic are shoved close to your face.

Loki laughed at your confused face. He moved the items a little and you're finally able to identify it.

He's holding a bunch of red flowers in his hand.

"Red tulips and salvia…" you murmured while investigating what flowers they're. Your heart starts to beat fast as you feel your face heat up.

You look up at him, staring at his beautiful green eyes that are gazing down at you full of fondness.

"Red tulips and salvia -" He repeated, kneeling down in front of you again. His hands went to caress your cheek. You lean your head towards his touch, smiling contently. "I declare my undying love to you and…" he stalled. Looking at you from under his lashes.

"red salvia… I'm forever yours…" you continued. Biting your lower lip at how deeply those flowers ment and how you used to just read them to him. "You remembered…" you said.

"I...I didn't just remember my love. Look around." He said. Standing up to love behind you. A surprised gasp left your lips. In Front of you are tons of potted flowers. Some already bloomed to their full glory and some are still on their way.

For the first time since you opened your eyes. You finally took in your surroundings. That's why you're not wet from the drizzle, you're inside a huge glassed structure...Loki brought you to a greenhouse.

"I had been working on this little paradise for you. I know how much you miss your parents' flower garden and how you love caring for them. I was supposed to show you this after we got back from that last mission but things d-didn't go well…" he said, his voice sounding thick as he remembered seeing you bloody and unmoving.

"Oh Loki, I love this so much." You sobbed. Thick tears started flowing down from your eyes. Putting down your flowers on your lap you reach for him from behind you.

Loki took your hand not letting go as he walked back on your front.

"I'm so glad, my love." He said, wiping the tears on your face. "I hope this helps brighten your day, I couldn't bare to see your beautiful eyes be full of sadness."

"I feel so much better now. Thank you My Love." You whispered, combing your uninjured hand on his hair and putting a single red salvia on his ear. Yours...

[darkpoisonouslove]

Shine a Light on Your Romance

Summary: Everything blooms in the Alfea greenhouse except for privacy as it turns out when Griffin and Faragonda try to take a moment to talk about the growth of their relationship.

This got a little crackish towards the end. I am just not good at writing light-hearted stuff.

“What did you want to show me?” Griffin’s golden eyes finally found her after she’d been gracing the translucent blue petals of a flower with their light for at least ten minutes now. Faragonda could have sworn she’d been trying to hypnotize it into hopping out of the ground and abandoning Alfea to walk into Cloud Tower instead. An awful lot of effort instead of just asking for it. As if Faragonda wouldn’t give her any and all of the plants surrounding them.

“That we can, in fact, have privacy here at Alfea.” Gardening was not the purpose of their visit to the greenhouse as much as it was a dream come true for both of them to stroll through the rich assortment of plants that could never be found together outside her doors. She’d been after the secluded atmosphere of that green paradise that hardly anyone visited and it’d be impossible to find them amidst the lush flora even if an entire class of students came looking for them.

“Really?” Griffin’s amused smile didn’t match the reactions she’d had to the people interrupting them during most of her visits to Alfea. “Are you sure?” her arched brow was much more subtle than the pokes of her questions.

“The chances of interference are very low.” Griselda was the only one that could find her. Luckily for them, she was also the only one that didn’t need her except for technicalities that Griselda never put off until the last moment. They had as much privacy as could be.

“Okay then,” Griffin circled her slowly to make her way to the pink lilies the shade of her hair a couple decades ago. “Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?” she stroked a petal languidly but her movements were deliberate, almost predatory with their seductiveness luring Faragonda to the honey of her eyes. And her smile made Faragonda’s heart race like a battle no longer could, nor any kind of fear. It wasn’t running from something, but rushing home.

“Yes.” She’d only spun less than a hundred and eighty degrees to keep Griffin in her sights, yet everything else was swirling around her in unfocused green spirals as if no other life existed except the soul in front of her. “I was infinitely grateful for having you back in my life as a friend, and I still am.” Griffin was still grounded in their shared garden but the playfulness was gone now to leave her eyes glimmering with anticipation and Faragonda had to be careful not to root out anything else. “I’ve never thought that I could want anything more because you’ve always been everything to me.” She offered her hand to melt in the warmth of Griffin taking it despite the fabric of her gloves in the way. “But I do want more. I want more time to spend with you and more chances to show you my love for you.”

Griffin’s eyes welled up with tears like Faragonda had poured an ocean on her. “Faragonda...” her voice fell through a crack in her wholeness that still persisted despite the fullness spilling from her.

Faragonda caught the water drops on her fingers before they could touch Griffin’s tender skin with any ugliness that might have spilled in the moment from the well Griffin kept buried in her mind. “You’re not just enough for me, Griffin. You are more than I could have imagined a person could be and I want all of you just as you are. All of the good and-”

“Just kiss me while I still have any air left,” Griffin’s words rasped through the atmosphere with desire instead of the suggested lack of breath.

“You sound fine to me but I’m here to give you everything you need.” Faragonda grinned at the theatric pout falling away from Griffin’s lips as fast as it had taken hold. It couldn’t have robbed them of their allure but seeing them parted to welcome her instead of oxygen was an unparalleled sight that no other beauty of nature could top. She had all the proof right there to frame how much she didn’t care about anything besides Griffin.

There were a couple inches left between her lips and the softness she’d imagined of Griffin’s that she could see melting away as the rush of Griffin’s breath swept her off her feet when a pulse of magic stung her senses to rip her out of the moment. The magical bond for tracking her in emergency situations was like a noose tightening around her neck with every pull on the other end.

Griselda.

She materialized a few feet away from the remains of the severed kiss deep in containment mode for whatever crisis had sent her after Faragonda’s whereabouts. “Faragonda...” she didn’t get further than a step forward when she looked up and took note of the surroundings as well as Faragonda’s company.

“What is it, Griselda?” she asked with little control over her own annoyance while she kept her gaze on Griffin out of the corner of her eye. She’d turned away, her gaze running over the greenery – whether to let it soothe her annoyance or to avoid eye contact after the intrusion on their intimacy.

“Never mind,” Griselda backed away, the movement drawing to her Griffin’s trademark death glare. So it hadn’t been embarrassment diverting her gaze. Good. “I’ll handle it. Sorry for that. Pretend it never happened,” Griselda had done the math as well.

“Are you sure?” The indignant energy of Griffin’s stare boring a hole in her now was the better option over her kicking Griselda out of the greenhouse. Literally.

“Of course. I can fix the time anomalies Alice and Clarice caused in class on my own, don’t worry.”

“What?” That was an emergency. But so was Griselda’s survival at the moment even if she was practically out of sight already.

“I have it under control. Go back to kissing Griffin. See you at breakfast, Griffin.”

“You’re still in my range,” Griffin half yelled after her and Griselda had the decency to let it go even though the bluff was easy to call. “I am done with your school,” Griffin grabbed Faragonda’s hand before she could defend Alfea’s good name and teleported them both out of there.

[zamoimagines]

Seeing Your Toxic Ex in Public Headcanons (Sarah Characters)

A/N: The writers block is real and it’s because I’m going through a lot. Let’s be real, I’m still mad about what I went through and I wanna know how these bitches would act. I’m sure ya’ll get where I’m coming from. So let’s jump into this one.

Billie Dean Howard

Billie is first and foremost a lady. If she has beef with someone, she makes sure that she outwits her competition. Not like your ex qualified as actual competition to her. When you two ran into your ex at a party, Billie snaked her arm around your waist and pulled you close almost to protect you. They’d try to introduce themselves with a handshake, but Billie would completely ignore the gesture. She’s something along the lines of “Oh, that’s you. Yes, I have plenty knowledge about you to have a structured opinion.” When your ex would ask to talk to you privately, Billie wouldn’t hesitate to speak on your behalf, “Actually, Y/N can’t speak with you. We really must get going so we can speak to people who are worth our time. Good day... Whatever your name is.” As you two walked off, you’d tell Billie how bad ass she was and she’d make sure to press a kiss to your forehead. “Just wanted them to know that you’ve upgraded. It’s as simple as that.”

Lana Winters

Lana can be polite when she needs to be. This wasn’t one of those instances. You and Lana often shared cute cafe dates where she’d bounce writing ideas to you, and you’d work on your own stuff. It was a surprise that your ex had walked in that day and stopped directly at your table. Lana could see how uncomfortable you were to know who it was. She stopped them mid sentence as they tried to speak and simply said, “If you don’t leave within the next five seconds, I will place a restraining order on you without hesitation. I suggest you leave us be.” They would try to protest and Lana would simply stand to look them dead in the eye, “I don’t think you want to deal with the hell that will rain down upon you if you keep trying to push your luck. Leave.” They’d comply, Lana would sit back down and would take your hands into her own and ask if you were okay. When you’d thank her for protecting you, she would reply with a wink “No one messes with my girl.” 

Cordelia Goode

Pissing Cordelia off was rare, but it was always on another level bc this bitch has literal magic to use against people. A simple date to the local greenhouse garden took an unexpected turn when you noticed your ex from across the way. You wouldn’t tell Cordelia why, but you just insisted that it was time to go. “What do you mean, honey? We just got here-” But then she’d look in the direction you had and would know immediately. She’d glance back to you with a wide smile. “Watch this.” she’d whisper to you before flicking her wrist in one sharp movement. A hose from beneath where your ex was standing erupted upward and completely soaked them. They quickly left angrily as the hose almost seemed to follow them out of the damn store and employees were trying to tackle it. The Supreme would smile when she’d see your smile and would shrug, “Problem solved. Now, help me pick out some flowers for the dining room.”

Bette and Dot Tattler 

Bette and Dot are complete opposites majority of the time. Dot was definitely much more confrontational than her sister. Though Bette became vicious when it came to your ex. You’d gone to their show to cheer them on and even went backstage to give them a bouquet of flowers when your ex showed up to tell the twins what a big fan they were of them. Bette would give them a wide smile and in a pretty southern drawl would reply, “Awe, that’s very sweet of ya since we’re most definitely not fans of you.” Your ex would be confused by those words as Dot’s lips pressed into a malicious grin. “My sister’s right. Besides, you can’t be a fan, I’ve never seen you at any other damn show. You’re here to prove a point but here’s the thing-”, Bette would finish her sister’s sentence, “We’re twice the lover you are and Y/N is much happier with us than she ever was with you!” They’d be a little flustered with such a callout, but Dot would fix it up right quick and say “Best be on your way now. And don’t come back.” 

Sally McKenna

THIS CRAZY BITCH does not hesitate. You two were just strolling the halls of the hotel when you saw your ex rolling in a luggage. Sally got a weird vibe from this one, and by looking at the expression on your face, she could tell something was wrong. You’d whisper to her that the person was your ex. She’d reply with, “You mean the one that hurt you?” You’d nod to confirm. That was a big mistake. One minute, her fingers were interlaced with yours, and then they were ripped away as she nearly ran at them. She’d start pushing them and would yell at the top of her lungs, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” You’d try to stop her, but she’d keep going and would keep pushing them, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DAMN HOTEL BEFORE I SEW YOU IN TO A FUCKING MATTRESS YOU PIECE OF HOT FUCKING GARBAGE!” The interaction would be so intense that your ex would sprint out of the hotel and never come back. This bitch doesn’t play around.  

Audrey Tindall

Audrey could be a bitch when she wanted to be. She was a diva after all. You’d come to an award show to watch Audrey win another acting award in which you were incredibly proud of her. You just hadn’t been expecting for your ex to pop out of nowhere during the afterparty. Audrey would be the bitch that would call security the moment she saw them, and when they would try to insult her, she’d reply with, “How does it feel then? To know that you let go of such a wonderful woman who ended up with someone rich and famous rather than with a lowlife such as yourself? Must sting a little, hm?” Then security would drag your ex away. Audrey would give you a wide smile and hook her arm around your own. “I think a drink sounds nice, don’t you, darling? I’m thinking a fruity cocktail would lift our spirits.”

Ally Mayfair-Richards

You knew how busy Ally was between her campaign and trying to run the restaurant all on her own, so you decided to drop her off a coffee and a donut before you went to run errands. When you walked in, you weren’t expecting to see your ex sitting at a table near the front. You tried to avoid them and immediately went to Ally’s office to calm yourself. Someone told Ally that you were there so naturally she went to her office to find you. “Hey, beautiful. Couldn’t keep away from me, could you-” But she stopped as she saw you hyperventilating. Immediately, she asked you what was wrong and you explained. In a full rage, Ally left the office and went straight to the table your ex was at. “Excuse me, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Your ex would try to protest, but Ally would cut them off, “You know exactly why you’re not welcome here. Get the hell out of my restaurant.” Your ex would be escorted out by the wait staff as Ally made her way back to her office to wrap you in a big hug to let you know that everything was alright. 

Wilhemina Venable 

The person you’d definitely wouldn’t wanna piss off is fucking Venable. That should be a given. Despite her cold hearted tendencies, she was the most deadly when someone tried to hurt someone she loved. Leisurely strolls throughout the local art museum were a usual date for the two of you. Most of the time it was peaceful. This time happened to be different, for you quite literally bumped into your ex on accident. They immediately introduced themselves to Mina, though she wasn’t phased whatsoever. She knew exactly who they were. She’d push you to stand behind her as she towered over your ex. “How dare you hurt her in such a way. And now you introduce yourself to me acting as if I wouldn’t know the turmoil you have caused? If you don’t leave now, I will harm you in ways you could’ve never imagined and you will know what true pain feels like.” She was fuckin terrifying, your ex didn’t give a second thought to fleeing immediately. Mina would then hook arms with you in a protective manner and say, “Stay close to me, darling. I’ll keep you safe.” 

REQUEST MORE HERE!