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[digiaarnav]

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[johnypage95]

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[rubyekinc]

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[sroop]

chain of command

Through you, he could play at being knight, except he wore a sniper hood for silver armor and had a humvee for a horse.

Pairing: König x you!reader

Warnings: not much but there's vague descriptions of the reader as having long dark hair.

Summary: König and his pampered medic one shot

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König hates weakness, in almost all its forms no matter what. He detests pickiness and delicacy. Disdains the people who whimper getting stitches or can't stomach the sight of blood. Once, he'd even sneered under his mask when his commanding officer complained of being unable to sleep on a hard mattress. Frankly, he thinks they need to grow up.

He'd hated weakness until he met it in this form, all wet eyes and parted lips. It was strange to him too. You came, supine, as though there was no place more natural to you than under him; but you were the one in charge. Always.

You'd refused to stay the night once, and the next day he'd made a special trip to get nicer sheets and a proper bed frame. Just to see you a little longer. The first time the two of you ate out together, you'd pushed at your food hesitantly and it was the first time he'd demanded a dish be sent back. When he'd lacerated the entire length of his forearm on an errant blade, he let you stroke and soothe him, even though he'd been notorious for being gruff with medics who babied him. He just liked it when it was you. You didn't feel weak. You just felt... vulnerable.

Maybe he liked that because you had long, dark hair like his first school crush. Maybe he liked it because you had such delicate, fast hands that bid the word fairy unprompted to him. Maybe it was because you always came to him, batting your lashes and winding your arm around his, when you needed supplies smuggled in.

You made him feel powerful. Invincible even. Through you, he could play at being knight, except he wore a sniper hood for silver armor and had a humvee for a horse.

"Turn around." You tug at the back of his shirt. "Please? It's cold."

Of course you're cold, he sighs to himself. Even with all my blankets, and my sweater. But he doesn't really mind. He's even a little pleased by the way you try to wriggle under him when you think he's taking too long to put his arms around you. Besides, he always does as you ask. You command him, even if you were always tucked under his arm or mouthing at his neck and jaw like a puppy.

You slip your head under his chin, sighing. König catches the slight shiver in your arms, rubs away the remaining chill until you're curled comfortably around him. He needs that. He needs to know you're here because you want him, need him, and not because of everything else. Not because you like the brand new mattress, the sheets with an impossibly high thread count, the essential oil diffuser, and whatnot.

He waits for confirmation.

At midnight, you open your eyes again and reach for his face. He can see your expression by the moonlight through the open window, just the way you like, that there's something close to worship in there. Wet eyes, parted lips. Dark hair and fast hands. It's all for him.

You're smiling while it spills out of you. It was nothing if not your love confession, and even König would admit that nothing made him quite so weak as that.

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Thanks for reading!

[rottenpumpkin13]

I can't remember if you were the one who made the gag that Cloud, being from a mountain town, can handle extremely low temperatures without any issue. I have a question!

What happens if Cloud GETS a cold?

• When Cloud gets a cold, suddenly everyone is a licensed physician with at least 20 years of medical practice. Angeal is the first to notice Cloud's unusual sniffing, runny nose and sneezing.

Angeal: I know just what you need.

*He makes Cloud a soup that smells like Zack's fermented socks*

Angeal: Don't worry, this soup will cure you instantly. It's an old recipe back in Mideel, mothers make it for their sick children.

Cloud: What's in it?

Angeal: Banora White apples, chocobo feet, the dirt from your healthiest plant, chocobo liver, coffee beans, chocobo wings, vinegar, chocobo breast, spoiled milk, chocobo tongue, ginger root, chocobo bones, mushrooms, chocobo—

Cloud: WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE CHOCOBO??

• Zack is the second to notice Cloud's chills and shivering.

Zack: I know just what you need.

*Zack wraps him in 13 fluffy white blankets, making a Cloud burrito, and leads him towards the stairs*

Zack: Isn't it cozy? Let's take the stairs so no one makes fun of you.

*He leaves Cloud on the edge of the stairs and turns around to tie his shoes*

Zack: I'm telling you, Cloud, you'll warm up in no time!

*Zack turns around, Cloud is gone*

Zack: CLOUD? CLOUD!

*Meanwhile Sephiroth is taking the stairs in an effort to be healthy, and is knocked down by a giant marshmallow*

• Genesis is the third to notice Cloud's clogged nose and inability to breathe, and knows exactly what to do.

*Genesis leads Cloud to his office, where he set up a smoke machine to diffuse essential oils*

Cloud: *cough* This is a lot of smoke *cough*

Genesis: Trust the process, Cloud, inhale the—

*Lazard beats the door down*

Lazard: ARE YOU SMOKING WEED IN HERE?

Genesis:

• Lastly, Sephiroth notices how sick Cloud is and tries to help with a remedy from his childhood.

*Sephiroth hands Cloud some pills*

Cloud: I'm not so sure about this...

Sephiroth: Trust me, Professor Hojo used to give them to me whenever I was sick, and I turned out fine.

Cloud: No the fuck you did not.

Sephiroth: .....

Sephiroth: Just take the pills.

*Cloud reluctantly takes the pills*

Cloud: Huh.... nothing happened. I was expecting to be turned into a—

*Cloud faints and is out cold*

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: Perhaps it would've been wise to mention that Hojo used to sedate me when I was ill.

[goldfades]

MANAGERS OFFICE: (I want to hear your individual headcannons on this so plz anyone feel free to add on)

First off, girly has snacks EVERYWHERE, so many cabinets and drawers and secret spaces with snacks in it. Something tells me the manager likes gummy and sour candies so there's lots of those.

Pr packages from brands, at one point her office was overflowing with boxes

She has one of those type writer keyboards and the girls will just be in her office chilling and relaxing/falling asleep to the keyboard clacks

Manager has a keyboard collection on the wall with different keyboards and keycaps.

Diffuserssss everywhere, the moment you walk into her office you're just hit with a wave of calm.

Baby also has candles lit and things like plants and eucalyptus.

Fluffy blankets!!!!

Comfiest couch and bean bags.

Big TV facing her desk (the girls 100% hooked up their consoles to it)

Manager also has a wii so they'll play wii sports, wii sports resorts, mario kart, and any just dance game

(Of course they're getting competitive at the basketball game on wii sports resorts)

Extra clothes for both her and the team, sometimes she just doesn't feel like going home to change, or she has a late night.

Organized as HELL, nothing is out of place and if something is she's gonna lose it. She literally needs to be organized she's the manager, assistant coach, photographer, & the media manager. If she's not organized she's not gonna have a good time.

She's an artist so she has some of her paintings/drawings, clay figures, origami just everywhere around her office. She also has the art things that old students have made her as well.

PICTURE WALL, it gets more and more full by the day.

Bookshelf that she has both hers and books for the girls

Adding onto that, next to Paige, Ice, KK, & Nika. Azzi is in her office the most just relaxing or reading. Manager always gets new books for Azzi to read or books Azzi has been talking about. They just sit in comfortable silence.

Manager's office is placed where she can see the sunset and sunrise sooo

The SKY PICTURES

OH OMG and the GOLDEN HOUR PICTURES????? I'm gonna die

I can go on and on about her office pictures alone, girly can POSE!... PHOTOSHOOT! POSE POSE

The tiktoks tooo....... don't get me started

Speaking of the windowww

Rainy days in her office must be heavnly.

The rain hitting the window (the girls watching the raindrops race <3), the candles and diffuser doing their thing, tea brewing, lofi playing in the background.

She has a fluffy ass carpet that the girls lay on.

manager has appliances in her office backroom, tea kettle, air fryer, microwave, yeah-

Let's say manager takes her pet to school (it's either take your pet to work day or she has a service animal) baby is laying on that carpet and sunbathing

Fidget toys

Manager has that big ass Snorlax beanbag

The girls always getting her new candles and essential oils <3

She has a mini fridge that she fills with drinks.

The backroom has an even bigger fridge.

Manager collects minifigures from a series and puts them on a shelf

She has suncatchers everywhere

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4e/8a/17/4e8a1738f067a8f4d18147cf08e45aae.jpg

^ like that :b

Led lights (either the strips or the lamps)

Bomb ass computer set up, I think she has multiple computers and a big ass desk

Perfume shelf with her favorite scents

She's always going to office supply stores cuz she's always running out

Manager journals and has a shit ton of stationary items for it like pens, stickers, washi tape, etc.

She keeps her space C L E A N, and WILL scold anyone who fucks it up

Something tells me she's one of those people that hate shoes in her office, like she has slippers she makes people put on or they take off their shoes, keep their socks on and put them next to the door before they enter.

All the pain medication, go to her for it, it's in her drawer.

All of the teams comfort snacks and items are in her office in case they're overstimulated/ need a break.

Makeup drawer with a little mirror incase she needs a touch up.

Her lunches are amaaazing, she kinda had to start bringing extra cuz the team

Manager has little art projects sometimes, like those DIY wisteria flowers you hand from the ceiling or that cloud LED light thing where you put cotton over the led light strips and it looks like electricity.

But they buy her fast food so she doesn't mind,,,,,too much

"KK get the FUCK OUTTA MY PASTA GIRL!"

Since manager sucks with her phone, especially when she's locked in. The girls got her a LoveNote box where the heart spins everytime she gets a message, and they're just reminders from the girls or other silly messages.

The most common one being "You better be home in 15 minutes or we're gonna drag you out."

To be honest, if I were the manager, I wouldn't want to leave my office either, working or not.

-🐹

this is. a damn masterpiece CAUSE YES

baby girl is soooo damn organized and the whole food thing is so real, they're eating her lunch and she's just like... "but my pasta..." and they're like WE NEED THE CARBS!!!!!!!!!

if i was manager i'd never wanna leave either CAUSE IT SOUNDS... AMAZING HOLY COW

[luvanqelz]

Hello, I got inspired by @oatsimss cute golfing post and so I built this country club on the 64x64 lot in Brindleton Bay. It has a golf course, tennis court, indoor pool, spa, restaurant, bar and gym. It is quite CC heavy and I used quite a few packs so I am sorry about that, but it is a huge build. I have linked all the CC I used down below. Feel free to do with this lot as you wish but tag me as I would love to see if anyone does end up using it. This is my first build and so if something is missing let me know and I will provide any missing links. This functions as a restaurant, gym, bar, spa, pool, & lounge :)

If I have not put a direct link please assume I mean all parts of a collection.

Gallery ID: sofiahalz

13pumpkin31 - Golf carts

Cepzid - Lets Get Fit

ShinoKCR - golf clubs

Bill L - golf club station

Harrie - Coastal, Brownstone, Spoons, Halcyon, Octave, Heritage, Country, Shop the Look

Felixandre - Grove, Colonial, Chateau, Petit Trianon, Florence, Berlin, Shop the Look, Paris

Pierisim - Winter Garden, Domaine Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, The Office, Auntie Vera’s Bathroom, Precious Promises

S-Imagination - Oak & Concrete Patio Kit

Vroshii - tennis court

Lorysims - 2001 BMW, 1955 Alfa Romeo (not essential)

ravasheen - On Cloud Wine Bottle, The Flood Saucer Light, Scent to Be Diffuser

Taurus design - Lilith Chilling Areas 

PTS - Rustic Romance Stuff

AnYe - CB2 Serveware

PlatinumLuxeSims - Chanel Tennis Clutter 

Praline Sims - wood 24 marble tiles, Veox Rugs 5

Tuds - NCTR

Myshunosun - Luna rug, Garden Stories, Glass Vase

House of Harlix - Orjanic, Kichen, Bafroom, Harluxe, Jardane

SYB - Ballet, Fitness, Plouf, Agnes

Aggressive Kitty - Cozy Days

Sixam - Pantry

Peacemaker - Hudson

Simkoos - Everyday Clutter

Pandasama - Pregnancy Yoga Ball (not essential as it’s just one piece of clutter)

Charly Pancakes - Lavish

LC - That Sim Essentials Part 2, Simley cup

Cowbuild - Blooming Garden Cafe, Sofa, Piano

Sooky - Vertical Oil Painting Portrait

Awingedllama - Uncommon Ivy

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 1: meeting (hawks x reader)

synopsis: hawks needs help with an investigation, and your owl quirk is perfect for the job. the hero known for moving too fast pushes you to the edge. will you cling to it, or allow yourself to fall?

tags: hawks x reader

cw: eventual smut, cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol

masterlist

“Sorry, but I’m really not interested in working with a hero agency,” you said into your office phone wedged between your ear and shoulder.

“Technically, this is my own venture, completely unassociated with my agency,” the caller said. You folded your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes.

“But you said you’re a pro hero, right? And you basically want to investigate a private matter with me? That’s really not something I’m interested in. I work best alone.” Your eyes scanned over your computer calendar. Yes, you were available for the next three weeks, and your book was unlikely to fill, but as a private investigator, working with a pro hero was a liability.

“Just let me explain the situation to you. I’m sure you’ll be interested.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, I keep a low profile and I like it that way. I’m sure there are other investigators who’d love-”

“But I want you. Your quirk would be perfect for the job, and based on some of the cases you’ve taken on in the past, I think this would be right up your alley.”

Your body went rigid and your wings fluffed. “My quirk? Wait, who is this? And how did you find my agency?”

“I’ll be at your office within the hour to discuss the details in person. See you then!”

“Now hold on just a second!” The call disconnected. You blew a puff of air through your nose and rolled your leather chair away from your desk. How the hell does he even know who I am? Or where my office is? That’s not publicly available information!

You wrapped your wings tightly around you like a security blanket, running your fingers through their dense black and white fibers. You closed your eyes, allowing the sensation to soothe your frustration. I don’t care if he does show up in person. I’ll just say no. There is no way I’m working with some pretentious, paragon-of-justice pro hero on anything, let alone surveillance. He’s probably some pushy know-it-all, like they all are.

From your top drawer, you selected an invigorating peppermint oil blend for your diffuser. You slipped out of your fluffy white slippers and returned them to their home under your fancy glass desk. Reluctantly, you flipped on the fluorescent overhead light and put on your smart black pumps, trying to ignore the irritating buzz of the light. Though you enjoyed the dim lighting your floor lamp and matching desk lamp provided, your guest might find your cave-like office creepy. You unlocked the all-glass door and stared down the hall. All but one of the neighboring suites’ lights were off for the weekend. It was already 5:30 pm.

It wasn’t like you minded working late in the day. One of the many perks of owning your own business was setting your own hours. You often did surveillance well into the evening, relying on your owl-like tendencies to adjust to a nocturnal state. Your subjects did dark things in the cover of night, when you were at your prime. Many cheating lovers had fallen prey to your prying eyes and telephoto lens. Corrupt businessmen had their shady dealings exposed thanks to your watchful gaze, and it had only been a year since starting your solo venture.

You sighed and plopped down on the plush leather love seat in the corner of your office, resting your chin in your hands.  Normally, your one-room office was sanctuary. The warm lighting, your favorite scents, the sleek furniture you could barely afford, it all felt cozy. Even as the aroma of peppermint filled your lungs, you felt like a prisoner, waiting on a visit from the warden. All I have to do is say no.

You pulled your phone from the pocket of your black slacks and opened your banking app. The last few thousand yen from a rich mother begging to know if her spoiled son had relapsed back into drugs (he had) were like dirty water in a slowly draining bath tub. Rent for the office would be due next week. Rent for your tiny apartment on the ugly side of town would be due, too, and there wasn’t enough to cover both. Without casework in the next three weeks, your account would be forced into the red.

Mrs. Hayashi would probably give me an extension again, you thought. She does like me since I’m her only tenant who doesn’t smoke. But damn, I really hate to ask again. You walked back to your desk to write your landlady an expertly worded email, but a flash of red outside the glass door caught your eye.

“Knock-knock!”

In walked the number three ranked hero in all of Japan, in full hero costume, Hawks. Your mouth fell open. His majestic crimson wings made his presence larger than life.

“No way. There is no way I’m working with you,” you said, crossing your arms and pursing your lips. But he just chuckled.

“Aw, come on, that’s no way to treat a client. I’m Hawks. Nice to meet you,” he said, voice smooth like honeyed tea. He extended a gloved hand out to you.

You eyed him, but returned his handshake. “You know, people who wear gloves usually have something to hide,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow but did not break from his upbeat tone. “Is that so? I can take them off if that’ll make you more comfortable.”

You tried to keep from looking him up and down. From his boyish good looks to his naturally confident demeanor, he was magnetic. No wonder he was so popular in the charts.

“As a matter of principle, I don’t really trust heroes,” you said. “Posturing and showing off for the public isn’t effective police work.”

He walked over to your filing cabinet, looking at your degree framed on the wall. “Criminal justice degree, eh? That’s a perfectly respectable line of work. Do you use it much in your investigations?”

You frowned. “Not really. Just some basic practices.”

“Bummer. But you seem to be doing well for yourself. Quite the swanky little office. My agency is just a few blocks over, so I know the rent’s crazy,” he said, walking over to your love seat and examining the painting above it.

You were growing impatient. “You’re here to talk business, right? Well, I have some questions for you. How did you get my information and office address?” you asked.

“I work with the Public Safety Commission. They keeps tabs on all kinds of people, heroes and regular folks. Wasn’t it you who outed that politician a few months back? The one who was embezzling public funds for crap like yachts and a luxury apartment?” he asked, taking a step back towards you.

His large wings made for an intimidating presence. You shrunk and pinned a stray hair behind your ear. “I don’t usually deal with government stuff or politics. Why would you think that was me? I thought that info was turned over to the police anonymously,” you rebutted.

“The IP address for it matched prior email correspondence you had with the police. Or was that just a coincidence?” He smirked, catching you in a lie. You avoided his eyes and chewed on your lip. He chuckled. “No reason to hide it. You do good work. The Commission likes to look out for potential hires down the line, and they have a good eye for talent. Now I want to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay.”

The Safety Commission is that nosy that they traced my IP address? And they think I’d wanna work for them? You sat in your desk chair with an annoyed puff. “The answer is still no.”

Hawks leaned against your filing cabinet, hands in his pockets. “We’ll get around to that. But first, I’m actually curious about your quirk.”

You stroked a feather. “What about it? Isn’t it rather obvious?”

“Somewhat. Is it just the wings? They’re really beautiful, by the way.”

A rush warmed your cheeks and you stared at your hands, anywhere but at the handsome hero. “Um… Thank you. My quirk is called Strigiforme.”

“Ah, like the order of owls! Very cool. Anything else to it?” he asked.

You cleared your throat, suddenly shy. “Hyper sensitive hearing, sharp visual acuity, and I’m pretty much nocturnal by nature. Heightened senses all around. And my wings are downy so I can fly without making any noise at all.”

“Ah, so the hearing must be why you have soundproof foam all over the walls.”

You nodded. “Hasn’t been terribly effective, though. I still hear conversations down the hall all the time.”

He laughed. “Man, I can relate to that. My feathers seem to pick up on everything! But hey, that’s an awesome quirk.” Hawks sat down on the love seat, crossing an ankle over his knee. “Definitely well-suited for your work, which is exactly why I sought you out. Birds of a feather, you know?”

“Hawks, I am flattered. Really,” you started. “But flattery will not change my mind. Working with a pro hero is likely to put me in the spotlight, and that’s the last thing I want. Like I said, I keep a low profile.”

“This will be very hush-hush, trust me. We’ll move under the cover of night, no media coverage whatsoever, promise. Plus, you haven’t even let me tell you what I’m looking to expose,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.

If there was any pro hero fit for surveillance, it was Hawks. His versatile quirk and relative lack of public interaction meant a temporary partnership did have potential. But was he just charming you to get what he wanted? Maybe if the money’s good…

You sighed and leaned back against your wings. “I’m listening.”

He smiled and relaxed into the love seat. “I overheard a pretty troubling conversation this week at the Safety Commission offices. One of the special investigators mentioned speaking with the Fukuoka police chief last weekend. Some officers have been caught with Trigger while on patrols. Said they were trying to keep up with heroes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Sounds like an internal issue for the police. Why get involved?”

Hawks smirked. “Because the guy he was talking to was showing signs of stress associated with deception.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “That is a problem. So you think he’s involved somehow?”

He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “There’s definitely something going on there, whether this guy just knows something and is hiding it, or he has a role in it. Either way, a supply line of Trigger between the police and the PSC is seriously corrupt.”

“And you don’t think the police will investigate on their own?” you asked.

“Not far enough. Their reputation in comparison to heroes isn’t great these days, so I get why some of the officers would use drugs to try and keep up. And the Commission is their governing body, so if the supply is coming from them, they won’t expose it. If there really is a Trigger supply within the Commission, it needs to be shut down for sure. And that’s where we come in,” he said with a gesture towards you.

You rubbed your temple. “I already said I don’t deal with government stuff. But the corruption angle does interest me.” You rested your chin on your fist in thought for a moment. Man, he really did his research. Drugs, police and government corruption… He knew just the kind of case I’d go for. Damn him.

You met Hawks’ golden eyes across the room as he patiently awaited your next thought. “And this isn’t something you can do alone?” you asked.

“Nope. Can’t be in two places at once, and I need to track the officer and the guy in the Commission after hours.”

“And there’s no one within the Commission who can help you?”

He shook his head. “Not anyone who’d be willing to expose them. They don’t want to lose their own credibility, you know? I figure it’s safer to go with someone who prioritizes privacy, like you. Your low profile is exactly what I’m looking for, and if we find anything, I’ll take it from there.”

You nodded and closed your eyes. “So you really won’t hesitate if you have to expose the PSC?”

Hawks rested his cheek on his fist. “It’s important to me to weed out the corruption. Plus, I think I’m pretty important to them, so they won’t um… ‘Decommission’ me if they find out what I’m up to. And I’ll make sure they know nothing of your involvement.”

“Geez. This sounds pretty dangerous if you’re overestimating your value,” you admitted. He chuckled.

“I know, right? But I can’t just turn a blind eye.”

Throughout your college career, you studied narcissists and psychopaths, people who used artificial charm to manipulate others for personal gain. You knew exactly what to look for. Superficial smiles, reckless disregard for others, and an inflated sense of self, none of which were present in Hawks. There was an innocence about him, a heartfelt desire to do the right thing. You couldn’t help but be drawn to such a genuine person, self-righteous hero or not.

You drummed your fingers on your desk, sucking your lips as your crunched numbers in your head. Let’s see, to make this worth my time and to make rent, I’ll need about 400,000 yen. And if we make a deal, I’ll need 25% up front to commit him to my schedule…

“What kind of money are we talking about here, Hawks?” you asked.

“For three weeks of surveillance? I was thinking… A million yen”

You almost choked.

“And as a show of good faith and to promise we’ll both keep this quiet, I’ll front you half right now. Does that sound reasonable?” he asked.

Your heart stopped. That’s three months pay for three weeks of work, you thought. You certainly wouldn’t have to worry about rent for a while. You might even be able to afford a nice dinner out for the first time since you earned an allowance.

“That is… An extremely generous offer… I don’t know what to say, honestly,” you laughed.

Hawks flashed a grin. “Say yes, obviously!”

The corners of your lips lifted as you rose from your office chair. Hawks stood and extended a hand out to you. “We have a deal then?”

You cleared your throat and stood up straight. “Consider this our verbal contract. I hereby agree.”

You took his hand and made eye contact. The skin-to-skin contact was brief but weighty. His sparkling golden eyes framed by amber flight goggles sent butterflies through your stomach. You felt like a middle schooler again. You hadn’t even noticed when he had slipped off his gloves.

“No need for formality. This is all off the books anyway, so you should consider the money a gift. Speaking of, let me do the transfer right now.” He pulled out his phone and input your banking information.

“Since it’s after 5 o’clock, the money won’t be available until tomorrow. Hope that’s okay,” he said.

You snorted. “Hey, as long as this doesn’t turn out to be some kind of scam, that’s fine with me.”

Another winning Hawks smile warmed your chest. He then handed you his phone. “Oh, and I’ll need your personal number. For professional reasons, of course.” The spark in his eye said more than his words. He wasn’t flirting with you, was he?

You bit your bottom lip, holding back the girlish emotions flooding you. Professional reasons, dummy. Don’t get too excited, you thought as you punched in your name and number.

“Great! I’ll text you so we can talk details, and I’ll see you Monday. Sound good?” he asked.

You nodded and bowed politely. “Again, I appreciate your generosity. Never thought I’d be saying this, but I’m actually looking forward to working with you, Hero.”

He reciprocated your bow and headed for the door. “Me too. See ya soon, angel,” he said with a casual wave and a grin.

Your heart revved. Angel? Because of my wings?

Despite flirting with a coworker being strictly unprofessional, you weren’t offended. In fact, you could hardly think of the meeting without smiling, replaying his cheerful voice over and over in your mind. Curious, you jumped on your computer in search of interviews and amateur videos of Hawks being the golden-haired wonder boy you’d never noticed. Before you knew it, you were immersed in the world of pro heroes, amazed by his speed and agility as he saved multiple people at a time from burning buildings, captured villains, and tossed a playful peace sign and wink towards any camera he saw after the action had died down.

Your phone startled you with a buzz.

Unknown number: hey, its hawks :)

next (pt. 2)

[edupunkn00b]

On a Butterfly's Wing, Ch. 5: Balancing the Scales

Graphical representation of the Lorenz Attractor.

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Logan Sanders, Remus' Logan Sanders wakes up to nightmare in which he never left Kelly. -

💔 Friday, May 9, 2025

Logan woke to darkness, the bedding smooth and silky and cold to the touch. He shivered, blinking and willing his eyes to adjust. It was dark outside, the windows black. The nightlights didn't shine and were for the glow of some tiny LED in the bathroom—the waterpik, maybe—Logan would have assumed the power had gone out in the night.

His watch buzzed on his wrist, an insistent tap-tap-tap-tap. He'd slept with it. Why wasn’t it charging?

Groaning, he squinted at the tiny screen.

Fuzzy white characters flashed at him and he tapped the screen until it stopped. He reached toward his nightstand for his eyeglasses but his fingers only found a water cup—blessedly empty—that he promptly knocked over. It rolled onto the floor with a dull thud and Remus shifted in the bed next to him. His phone, his entire charging station was missing from the nightstand. Had he knocked it over in the night?

Logan's pocket buzzed next and he reached inside. His hand closed on both his phone and his eyeglasses.

He’d sworn Remus had taken off his glasses last night. Laughing, he’d plucked them off and set them on his own nightstand before they… How had he ended up sleeping with them?

Logan pushed the frames onto his face and turned off the silent alarm on his phone before staring at the screen. 5:40? Why was it set so damn early? He frowned down at the text on the screen. The alarm was labeled ‘Last Chance’, set to go off every day. “Meus? This isn't funny," he groaned. "Okay, maybe a lit—" he chuckled, rolling back into bed.

He rolled face to face with Kelly’s old body pillow.

With his glasses on, he slowly recognized the dim room around him. The heavy blackout curtains, no night lights, flat, grey walls—“The color’s called Sleigh Bells, Logan, and it’s classy.”—Heart stuck in his throat, Logan slowly peered over the pillow next to him.

Blonde curls splayed out on the pillows on the other side of the bed.

Hand clapped over his mouth, Logan pulled back until he’d wiggled completely out of the bed. As his eyes grew more adjusted to the dark, he picked out additional details. Kelly’s dressing table, her valet stand adorned with that morning’s outfit. Face cream, oil diffuser, ibuprofen, her alarm clock… and an empty wine bottle crowded her nightstand. The coordinating nightstand on his side of the bed was bare save for a small reading light drilled into the wall above it.

He pulled open the nightstand drawer. Inside lay the Chaos book next to an empty eyeglass case.

His watch buzzed again, and nightmare logic snapped into place. Nodding to himself, he fell right back into his old morning pattern. Get ready. Get downstairs. Get Patton to school before she woke.

Then he could wake up and this would all be over.

Hands shaking, he pulled out a dress shirt and slacks, fumbling in the dark for a tie rack that wasn’t there. Right. Ties were at the office.

He dressed in the dark, struggling with the buttons on his shirt, the fingers in his right hand stiff, a deep ache spidering out with each movement. Finally done, he slipped out of the door and right into Patton.

“Oh!” he started, taking a beat to quietly close the door behind himself. “Sorry, Pat, I—”

“It’s okay,” Patton whispered, leaning in for a hug. “I didn’t see you downstairs so I came up to check on you.” He looked up at him, bright blue eyes large with concern. “Are you okay? Oh, good! You found your glasses!” Tapping the frames, a quick grin melted the wrinkle between his eyebrows before it quickly returned. “You…” He bit his lip, head cocked to one side like he was figuring out how to ask for something he thought Logan might say no to. “Are you okay, Dad?”

Even in a dream, he couldn’t stand to see the return of that worried look on Patton’s face and Logan pushed on a smile. “I’m perfectly fine, Pat,” he nodded, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Just a little fuzzy this morning. Breakfast will help.”

Stifling a laugh, Patton nodded. “Everything’s better with a little breakfast. There’s some of those waffles left in the freezer and those egg wraps you tucked away. I can make those for us while you get your bag.”

Logan turned back toward the bedroom. His bag hadn’t been in its usual spot by the closet. He shook his head. “I—”

Wide-eyed again, Patton took his arm, leading him toward the staircase. “It’s downstairs by the door, right?”

Nodding dumbly, Logan followed, years-old memory clicking into the gaps of his dream. “Right. Downstairs.”

They passed Remy’s room, the door cracked open. Logan slowed, peering inside. Gone were his eldest’s old posters and Lego models. A large glass-topped desk sat in one corner, a plush loveseat in the other. “Did…” Patton hesitated. “Did you need something in Mom’s office?”

Shaking his head, Logan backed away. “No, um…” He shook his head again and squared his shoulders. It was like one of Remus' video games. Finish the level and the dream would be over. “No, thought I saw something. Let’s get you breakfast.”

~

Logan fumbled through the haze of his nightmare, time stretching until he swore he experienced every minute of his old life.

But worse.

Almost a year ago, their therapist had tasked him with writing out his wants, his dreams and aspirations for the future, both for him and for what he envisioned his and Remus’ life might become. The rocky path they’d stumbled along to get to where they were demonstrated how decades of ignoring his own heart had made it far too easy for Logan to plow ahead blindly. To rip up the roots of all the good things in his life even as he fought to salvage them. Slowing down, listening for what he really wanted served not just him, but everyone who loved him, too.

This nightmarish world took Logan's dreams and ripped away all the good. Everything was wrong. It was as though he’d taken his own vision of the future and burned it, regressing, going back to a world he never wanted to know again. Even work was no solace in this world. He didn’t even see Jan, instead was haunted by the echoing laughter of that prick Devin around every corner.

The worst part, though, was how quickly he fell right back into the his old patterns. Like nothing had changed. Patton was at a sleepover at Jax’s house and after a dinner with Kelly spent bowing his head, swallowing back his words, and counting every glass of wine she drank, he cleaned up and retreated to their grey-walled bedroom. He readied for bed and pretended he couldn't her flirt and laugh with her 'business partners' on the phone from Remy's old room.

Close to midnight, she came to bed, muttered something foul about a Q-Law case that had popped up in her news feed, then fell asleep.

Blanket pulled up to his chin, Logan squeezed his eyes shut and counted by sevens until he finally, finally, finally broke free from the nightmare.

Logan opened his eyes in own room, in his and Remus’ room. The deep blue walls, the sheer curtains letting in the streetlights from outside, a bundle of Remus’ clothes on the floor in the corner. He tried to sit up, a near-impossible feat with Remus curled over his belly.

“Meus!” he cried before slapping a hand over his mouth. Patton was just down the hall. He should be asleep but the last thing he needed was to hear his father crying in the middle of the night.

His other arm curled tight around Remus’ back, hand buried in his hair. He was heavy and warm and real. “Oh, Meus,” he whispered, choking back a sob.

“Lo?” Rough with sleep, Remus’ voice was the final balm his heart needed and Logan clung to him. “Lo, what's happened?”

“I’m sorry… I…" Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop. "I'm so sorry to wake you… I…”

Remus shifted then, scooting up higher and rolling to his side. Bright green eyes looked back into his.

"Meus, I had the most horrible nightmare… I… I was…” Remus pulled him close, warm, strong arms wrapped tightly over his back, hand stroking his hair. Logan melted into his embrace. “I was… was back at… at the old house… with… with her, but…” Trembling, he forced himself to pull back enough to see Remus’ eyes. He had to know he was really there. “It wasn’t a memory… It was… it was like I’d never… never left.” He shook his head. Remy’s room turned into an office. The fresh scar along his shoulder, sleeping with his eyeglasses in his pajama pocket. Sweet Patton’s worried eyes, the tiptoeing around the house.  “And I couldn’t wake up.” He shuddered, another sob pushed its way past his lips and he smashed his mouth against Remus' shoulder, shaking his head.

Remus held him until his tremors stopped. “Shhh, you’re safe, Love… You’re safe,” he whispered, rocking him gently. He pulled back and nodded, biting his lip until blood welled. “See?" he huffed out a shaky laugh, licking at the pinprick of blood. "You’re really here.”

“I’m here,” Logan repeated, a promise to each of them. “I’m here.” He tapped the sharp indentations in Remus’ lip and brushed a gentle kiss against them. “It was… it was just a bad dream." Remus nodded, watching him carefully. "A terrible dream.”

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[bellaxgiornata]

Love all your posts/works! Definitely devoured FFTD over a weekend and am looking forward to all your updates!

For some fun fake FFTD titles, whatever inspires you….

1. The Spa Day

2. The Special Delivery

3. The Affair

Congrats on 2.5k!!! 🥳

Thank you so much!! 💕 I can't believe how quickly you made it through FFTD because that series is at 400k words now I think? It's massive! And I've definitely got some more updates planned for it!

I'm also sorry my response is so so late! I've had my summary ideas to 1 & 3 sitting in my head for awhile, but 2 stumped me for a bit and then I had the baby and I didn't have nearly as much time to write, edit, update, and finish responding to all of these! 😭 But hopefully it was worth the wait! My answers are below the cut as usual since these are sort of long. And honestly I'm sort of tempted to incorporate all three of these into FFTD possibly....

The Spa Day

Matt has been running himself into the ground at the office during the day and as Daredevil during the night. For weeks Reader has been watching him and steadily growing more and more upset with how constantly worn down he is. Then one night she finally forces him to stay in after work. She calls it ‘the Devil's spa day’ in which she helps Matt out of his work clothes, washes him up in the shower, and then brings him to the bedroom for a relaxing massage afterwards complete with some essential oil blend in a diffuser along with some soothing nature sounds. Matt finds the set up adorable even though he teases her about it, but his teasing immediately stops once he realizes just how exhausted and sore he really has been during the massage. 

The Special Delivery

An unmarked, unaddressed box is left at Matt and Reader's apartment while they're gone. Reader comes home after work to see it sitting outside their door and is puzzled over who it's from and what might be inside. Nervous that it might contain something dangerous, she calls Matt at work in a panic about it. The night ends up taking a very interesting turn once she learns what's in the box.

The Affair

Reader begins to disappear in the evenings after work a few times a week. When Matt asks where she's always running off to, she claims that she's just been going to the gym. Matt notices the half truth in her answer every single time and he also notices how quickly she's always changing the subject. A nervous Matt soon begins to think the worst–that she might be seeing someone else. But once he learns the whole truth of what's been going on, he's more furious than anything.

[madamlaydebug]

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One way to remove this stagnant energy is by “smudging.” The art of smudging dates back to ancient times and includes burning sacred plants to clear and bless a space. The smoke that results from burning plants like tobacco, cedar, sweet grass, juniper, pine needles, cypress, lavender, frankincense, rosemary, and sage, is shown to actually cleanse the air of impurities, including bacteria and viruses. You can “smudge” your space any time you feel like it needs to be cleared.

A good time to smudge an area is when you move into a new home, when you begin a new job or career, after a guest leaves your home, before you meditate or after there has been an argument or someone has been sick. You can buy pre-made dried herbs in a smudging stick or you can dry your own. Place them in an aluminum bowl and light the herbs. Blow the flame out gently as you would when you are creating cinders for a fire. As the cinders burn they will release a smoke that will cleanse the air. Carefully walk from room to room, letting the smoke waft through your space. When you are finished, make sure the cinders have died out. This will help attract positive energy into your space.

•Essential Oil Diffusers

Much like smudging, the heated oils release their cleansing properties into the air, clearing the space of negative energy, including any viruses and bacteria. Essential oils have been used for thousands of years to raise your vibrational frequency.

Oils that are known to help include:

•Peppermint—An effective astringent that can clear tension and negative energies. Also a great oil for relieving headaches.

•Frankincense—A Biblical oil known for purification of any negative influences.

•Myrrh—Another ancient oil good for purifying your environment. When combined with other oils, myrrh can increase their potency.

•Rose–One of the highest vibrational frequency oils.

•Cypress—Great for purifying and raising your vibration while grounding and protecting you and your home.

•Cedarwood—A wonderful oil to counter excessive negative energies.

•Basil—A sacred oil known worldwide for its protective properties.

•Juniper—Cleanses negative energies that can affect your health while transforming any negative emotions into positive ones.

•Lavender—Good for removing stubborn energies and for neutralize negative frequencies. A well-known calming agent.

•Sage—A popular oil for neutralizing existing negativity energy.

•Palo Santo—A potent oil that helps clear your home of negative energy while bringing good luck!

[fishandships]

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.” for Alhaitham? -Setchan

Fluff Starters (thank you i needed this ;w;)

      Work was dragging on even more slowly than usual. Alhaitham could hardly even focus on his book, glancing constantly at the clock. It was normal for him to want to leave early, but this time was for a different reason. This time he had a date.

      As he checked the clock for the umpteenth time, there was a knock at his office door. “Come in,” he sighed irritably.

      The door cracked open. One of his secretaries peered nervously through. “Sir, a message for you. It’s from Kaveri.”

      Now Alhaitham was paying attention. “What did they say?”

      The secretary opened the door a little further. “They  offered their sincerest apologies, but said they won’t be able to meet with you this afternoon. They’re laid up with a migraine.”

      Alhaitham frowned. Kaveri had mentioned offhandedly that they experienced frequent migraines, but he hadn’t realized it was so bad that they would miss a date. At once a sense of purpose came over him. He stood. “Well then. If anyone is looking for me, tell them I had to attend to an emergency.”

      With that, he brushed past the secretary and headed out.

      This was a time when having an Akasha Terminal again would have been useful. Instead Alhaitham paused briefly at his own home to grab a few books on cures for common ailments, as well as some other things. He read up on migraine treatments all the way to Kaveri’s temporary residence in the outermost suburbs of Sumeru City. When he arrived, the windows were covered, which was unusual - normally Kaveri kept the windows wide open in any weather. Alhaitham rapped lightly at the door. “Kaveri? It’s me.”

      “Just a moment!” came the reply, the voice weary but pleasantly surprised.

      After a short while the door opened. Kaveri shielded their eyes with their hand. They were in loose-fitted, simple clothing that Alhaitham assumed were pajamas, and their hair looked as though they’d hastily groomed out their bedbead just before coming to the door. Their bearing was haggard, pain evident in the slight squint of their eyes. “I’m so sorry to flake on you,” they said sadly. “I was really looking forward to this afternoon, but-“

      “Don’t apologize,” he interrupted in an authoritative tone. “The museum will still be there next week. I’m more concerned about you. May I come in?”

      Kaveri stepped aside to let him in. “I’m really in no shape to be a good host, but I could make you some tea if-“

      They stopped abruptly when Alhaitham lifted his hand to their face, his thumb gently brushing over their cheekbone as he examined them. “Shh. Don’t worry about any of that. I’m here to take care of you.”

      At this Kaveri’s demeanor took an unusual turn. A furrow slowly appeared in their brow, and their eyelids fluttered in response to the prickle of incoming tears. They leaned into his touch and swallowed before speaking. “Thank you.”

       He kissed their forehead. “Go back to bed. I’ll make the tea - I brought something that’s supposed to help with migraines.”

       Kaveri stood frozen for a moment, biting their lower lip as if to keep it from trembling. “Okay,” they said quietly, and retreated into their bedroom.

      Alhaitham busied himself making tea, tidying the kitchen a bit as he went. When the tea was ready, he found Kaveri in their room, curled on their side amid a veritable nest of pillows. They sat up quickly when he entered and immediately winced. “Relax,” he said, setting their tea within reach. 

       Kaveri accepted the tea, sipping in silence as they watched him prepare a blend of essential oils. “Where do you keep your diffuser?” he asked.

       “In the closet,” they replied, swinging their legs over the side of the bed.

       He held up a hand to stop them before they stood. “Don’t get up - I’ll get it. Drink your tea.”

       Once the diffuser was set up and the gentle aroma of mixed herbs filled the air, Alhaitham sat at the foot of Kaveri’s bed to drink his own tea. They were still watching him over the top of their cup, peering up through their long eyelashes. “Thank you,” they murmured. “I’m not used to being taken care of.”

        “It’s nothing,” he replied. “Selfishly, I still wanted to spend time with you. The location of the ‘date’ is irrelevant.”

       “We should still go to the museum another time, though,” they said.

        He nodded in agreement, offering them a little smile. “Absolutely.”

       Seeing that they were nearly finished with their tea, he asked, “Is the window closed because it’s too loud outside?”

        They sighed. “Yeah. The fresh air helps a lot, but here in the city, the noise sort of outweighs the benefit.”

       “Then let’s remedy that,” Alhaitham said.

       He removed his noise-canceling headphones and carefully placed them on Kaveri’s ears. They lifted their hands to touch the headphones almost reverently. “Are you sure?”

       “I wouldn’t be willing to loan them to you if I wasn’t sure,” he replied, his tone kinder than his succinct words might otherwise have implied.

       Standing, he went to the window and opened it wide. A gentle breeze swept in along with the general clamor of the busy street outside. Kaveri looked relieved. “These work beautifully.”

       “If I put on some music, you’ll hardly be able to hear anything else at all,” Alhaitham offered.

       “Oh…no, that’s alright,” they said softly. “I want to be able to hear your voice.”

       Another little smile graced his lips. He trailed the back of his forefinger along their cheek. Then he said, “I have one more thing that might help.”

        Reaching into one of his many pockets, he produced a flat, round object. He squeezed it in his hand to activate it before offering it to Kaveri, who inclined their head curiously as they accepted. Their expression lit up in such delight that Alhaitham had to smile again. “It’s a little Cryo Slime! And it’s cold!” they exclaimed.

        “It contains some essence of Cryo Slime,” he explained. “It's meant to be used as a compress.”

       “It even has a little face…how cute.” Kaveri lay down on their back with a sigh of relief, their slime cold pack on their brow. “Oh, that feels so good.”

       They turned their body in a way that reminded him of a cat to gaze up at him with soft eyes. “Thank you again. Really. It might not seem like a lot to you, but to me…”

        Their eyes started to water. Alhaitham stroked their hair. “Shh. Just rest. I’ll be here if you need anything else.”

       Kaveri nodded. They closed their eyes and sighed again. Satisfied that his work was done, Alhaitham again sat at the foot of the bed. He took out a book and started to read. After a moment he glanced at Kaveri. There was still some tension from pain in their face, especially around their eyes, but less so than when he’d first arrived. Now, laying among their collection of pillows in their soft pajamas, they looked much more relaxed and comfortable.

      And cuddleable.

      Alhaitham set his book aside. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lay down beside Kaveri. He put his arms around them and pulled their back to his chest. They put their hands over his own, hugging his forearms. “Are you gonna nap with me?”

      Though he couldn’t see their face, he could hear the smile in their voice. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his face against their shoulder. 

     Kaveri kissed the backs of his fingers before wiggling a bit to attain maximum comfiness. This time, their sigh was one of contentment. “I feel better already.”

      “Good,” he said, the relief he felt only barely entering his voice. 

      Even without his headphones, he soon found himself growing drowsy in the warmth and comfort of the shared bed, blanketed in the fresh air and the aroma from the diffuser. Kaveri’s breathing grew shallow and even as they dozed off. With them in his arms, he soon joined them for a brief afternoon snooze. It wasn’t the date he had been looking forward to, but, having been able to share some comfort with his lover in their time of need, Alhaitham was content.

[zanydazetale]

FILL YOUR BASKET WITH JOY

Sure, I'd be happy to talk about some nice types of products across various categories:

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[the-haunted-office]

"Remember that time Stanley - as a ghost - got mad at us because we went around burning sage around the entire office and setting up lavender oil diffusers because we thought it might kill the mist? Hahahahaha, he was so mad about that! He kept throwing things at us until we went and removed all of them. Ehehehe, he was so funny."

[littlemissmanga]

🌿for your Cottagecore asks please!!

Hello my dear!!

🌿 Herb: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Ok this is gonna be hella strange, but ... whatever the hell they use in the Grand Floridian in WDW.

My mom's company would have meetings for the partners when I was little, and they would use the convention center at the Grand. So, we would be there a lot waiting for her to be done so we could go play in the parks. Then, when I worked on property as an adult, I would always head over there to just sit and relax and watch the fireworks at night.

So it's a scent that just always reminds me of happier, simpler, more peaceful times.

My husband actually went on that Magic Candle site and got diffuser oil that smells like the lobby of the Grand. I got home from a stressful day back when I worked in an office and not only did he clean the house but the whole place smelled like the Grand and I deadass cried. Immediate stress relief.