#origami envelopes

[littlefinerthings]

💌 marbled paper envelopes 💌

[gmanmedias]

I’VE LIKED YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

🖊️ 🖊️ 🖊️

💌 💌 💌

📓 📓 📓

29.

[nordic-language-love]

Apparently origami is my new hobby

[acealistair]

wish sharing addresses online wasn't, y'know, fucking dangerous bc in theory i'd love to send little letters and gifts to my mutuals

[nj-phang-al]

Origami bag 摺紙包

[leerschiff-blog]

Heart Envelope Easy Origami Tutorial║愛心信封 簡單摺紙 教學║ハートの封筒 簡単 折り紙

Welcome to visit my YOUTUBE origami channel / 歡迎瀏覽我的YT摺紙頻道

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClV2_JM4cdbUkTMyYxp3WDw/videos

[diyandcrafting]

How To Envelope Making With Paper

Envelope Making With Paper | Without Glue Tape and Scissors | Easy Origami Envelopes Tutorial

VIEW FULL VIDEO TUTORIAL 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDnEteG8qoQ

[obeymeluv]

In Your Defense [PT - 4 - Diasomnia]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi? AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Happy late V-Day :)

Malleus is forever amused at the many holidays humans entertain. They're certainly festive and unique. This one relies on red, pink, white, and sweets! He's absolutely fascinated by the sheer amount of heart-shaped items and clever cards but the idea of so many sweets turns his stomach a bit.

Just a bit.

The almost-cloying smell of sugar hits his nose and it's nearly enough to make him leave the shop. He reminds himself that he's not required to eat the sweets nor get anything massive and that does well enough to settle his stomach. He stoops to enter, green eyes turned skyward lest he tangle himself in the cute, frilly banners strung back and forth across the store. Sparkly pink pens draw his attention, the tops decorated with hearts, and he wonders if his grandmother would be interested in it.

Perhaps the heart-shaped trinket box next to it? She's always looking for things to sort and contain her hoard. He picks the deepest one, a great red heart, and puts it in his basket along with the pen.

He meanders through the aisles, picking up an obnoxiously adorable pillow for Lilia. It's meant to look like an envelope sealed with a heart sticker and would do well for his back on gaming nights (which are most nights). Silver and Sebek are much harder to buy for, as they're quite practical and not really prone to whimsy like Lilia. Malleus recalls Lilia trying to broaden Sebek's...people skills...and sets his basket between his feet as he peruses the books. Some of the titles are simple and honest but he thinks Sebek would be hurt if he opened How to Make Friends so he opts for Success in Every Situation.

For Silver, who has hobbies but is always wondering how to incorporate things into training exercises, he picks up a crocheting kit and an origami practice book. Both of these things rely on manual dexterity and patience, the perfect compliments to swordsmanship! Satisfied, Malleus rejoins the line. He's distracted, untangling a heart-shaped hanger with curly gold ribbon when he hears it.

He can't UNHEAR it! Not with his fae ears.

How much do you cost? Malleus clucks his tongue in disapproval, careful not to move his feet lest the magic push down into the shop floor and start to splinter it. Because it needs to go somewhere, he's not surprised that it radiates off of him and starts shaking the shelves. Glimpses of light peeking through slats in the front of the shop are snuffed out by darkness as thunder roars in the distance. The shop lights flicker and buzz as if to protest the conversation on his behalf.

The shop goes deathly quiet. It's enough for him to reign in his magic, that cretin's voice no longer grating on his ears. Malleus swallows down the smoke tickling his throat and walks calmly to the front. His shoes echo quietly but pointedly on the floor. He can see the cretin shrinking with every step and it has nothing to do with the fact that he towers over him.

"Be careful asking the cost of things, human," Malleus looks down at the man, "you may find yourself in a situation where the cost is too steep and the unwillingness to pay leaves you worse off than what you started. So ask yourself: what are you willing to pay? Is the price worth it?"

"No," he whispers in the absolute terror Malleus is all too familiar with. "No, it's not."

You were the first one to not look at him in such a way, and the realization hits him when he locks eyes with you. Yes, the man is running--tripping--out of the store but you look glowing and so happy to see him! His heart swells immeasurably in his chest. Fatally, he fears on occasion.

The lights flicker back to life in the shop, sun caressing the outside once more. Malleus apologizes to the people he cut in front of, gesturing for them to resume natural order but they refuse. He thanks them and hands you his basket. Before you can scan anything, Sam slides in to finish the transaction. "After I check out these lovely imps I'm going to close down for a bit and do inventory, check some things. You should grab what you were looking at earlier!"

You give him a curious look but take the opportunity. Sam probably didn't want to say he was worried about his freezers and fridges after that little stunt. Malleus' magic tends to cast a small effect field that wears off when he's not around. You're careful to hide the ice cream cake from Malleus, glad Sam has charmed bags for cold goods.

"Might I interest you in coming to Diasomnia for the holiday, Child of Man?" Malleus tips his head as he walks out the door. "We've had great success keeping Lilia out of the kitchen this time. He's not fond of marshmallows, you see."

"Sounds interesting! I'd love to! I have something to share, anyways."

"As do we!" Malleus takes your hand and teleports you to Diasomnia where you walk into a small feast catered by various places in town. Diasomnia students were picking and conversating. Malleus guides you to the tea room where there five places set. Lilia, Sebek, and Silver had made their plates and a pot of tea. Malleus pulls out your chair for you and takes your plate and his, not giving you time to make your own.

By the time he returns you've set out the heart-shaped ice cream cake.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Malleus!"

"Quite." he smiles down at you, careful to keep his hair from the food as he sets the plate down carefully.

----

Lilia is a bit put out that Valentine's Day doesn't really have any funny gag items like the April fool's day Sebek and Silver loathe. Surely there must be something, right? He can't stop his nose from turning up at the airy sweetness of marshmallows, finding them stuffed damn near everywhere in the store. Marshmallows have no place in his basket but crunchy suckers and candy hearts do. He giggles to himself as he tries on a pair of heart glasses and finds they actually cut the light quite well.

Super cute glasses for super cute him, right?

He gets Silver a cute stuffed squirrel holding a little sign saying 'NUTS ABOUT YOU!' and starts rooting around for something dragon related for Malleus. Lilia's forced to settle for a dinosaur card that says 'I love you THIS BIG! (My arms are short, okay?)' on the inside. Normally he'd get Malleus an ice cream treat but he found the secret stash and doesn't think Queen Maleficia would want him to have too much. Sebek is hard to buy for, as unyielding as Baur, but Lilia thinks a book of exercise challenges will keep him occupied.

Someone had stuffed a heart-speckled, tinsel-rimmed noisemaker near the book and he couldn't be more delighted. Lilia finds a Valentine's-themed confetti popper near fake mailboxes a few aisles over. Sadly, it's the only one of its kind. He consoles himself with a bottle of tomato juice and gets in line.

"How much do you cost? Come now, boy!" Lilia wants to bite his own tongue for saying 'boy' in public like he's old. He's not even 700 yet! Not very cute of him. "Why worry about the price when you don't even have your wallet?" he's waiving said wallet in the man's face.

Being an ex-general, it was nothing to pick his pocket. A mix of genuine skill and fae speed, naturally. Maybe a little magic to get him up to the front of the line. "H-Hey! Give that back!" the guy tries to grab it and Lilia casually flicks it back and forth out of reach.

Neither fast nor smart, this one. Sad.

"I'll trade you," Lilia offers with a sweet smile that belies the fact that he's not playing. "You leave this innocent cashier alone and you get your wallet back. Sounds good, yes?"

The man tries to grab it several more times before Lilia flicks it halfway across the store. It lands about six aisles over. Predictably, the whelp goes to get it.

"Next in line, please!" you call out, the two of you grinning at each other.

---

Silver knows he shouldn't enable his father's late-night gaming but when it comes to Lilia, he doesn't have a lot of ideas. The drinks are limited edition, colorful, and somewhat dessert-y. They claim to have vitamins and zero marshmallows so Silver thinks a can or two won't hurt. He picks up a few bags of popcorn and some 'mystery box' style candy snacks. Trying to guess the flavor of the jelly beans and fruit bars was sure to please Lilia's...unique palette.

Sebek's gift was a gamble; the artwork on the Fae and Folklore was absolutely gorgeous--gilded in gold and watercolor--but he didn't know if the contents would turn into a rant about humans and their inaccuracies. He decided he was willing to take the risk. Sebek was an avid reader and it might give Malleus a moment of reprieve (even though he didn't mind).

He'd really only come into Sam's for those two; he couldn't shop for Sebek while out in town with him and there were practically no energy drinks to speak of. Apparently online ordering was popular and someone had bought up quite a few. Malleus' gift was tucked away in Diasomnia because Silver was still on the fence about giving it to him. It was meant for children but you were supposed to be able to dig up your own bones and fossils like you were excavating.

It's the thought that counts, right?

Bags of mixed nuts catch his eye and he stops to grab a few. He meant to get some when he bought birdseed in town but it slipped his mind. Silver waits patiently in line, nearly lulled to sleep when the chatter melted into background noise.

"How much do you cost?"

He startles himself awake. That voice was so loud and begging for attention! Begging to be funny. Dredges of sleepiness disappeared with every blink; Silver's brow furrowed when lines upon lines of price stickers came into view. Who the hell was asking about the price of something when it was posted all over the store?! Sam was quite diligent in that; he would never leave you guessing!

Silver finds himself very awake when he realizes you're being accosted by this nonsense. He doesn't know if you look more mad or upset but the guy is clearly waiting for you to feed into something you don't want. Something in him burns and Silver finds himself clutching the handle of the basket so hard it almost cracks.

He stomps up to the man, his aurora borealis eyes boring holes into him. "Considering how you'll pay for the lack of consideration and insolence?" Silver asks him. He sets the basket down and crosses his arms.

He's prepared to roll up his sleeves and start swinging. Lilia would approve, he's sure.

"Lack of consideration?" the guy guffaws, "What do you mean--"

"Look around you! Who likes this? Who wants this? They don't!" Silver jerks his head to you, "And they don't!" he throws an arm out to the people behind him. The guy starts to look at different faces and Silver knows when his shoulders slump, he's won. Satisfied but still a little pissed, Silver goes to the back of the line and watches the man like a hawk to make sure he leaves.

"My hero!" you tease when he finally makes it up to you. Silver can only blush.

-----

Sebek didn't really see the point in Valentine's Day because you don't need a dedicated day to care for people. You also don't need to tell them, just show them! He's not quite disgusted at the amount of candy and sweets he sees but he doesn't know how to feel about it. It reminds him of all the times his father gave him candy and sweets unprompted. He didn't not appreciate it but he thought it was a little underhanded that his father was a dentist handing out sweets.

Who wants soft things, anyways? They need to make crunchy Valentine's candy! He finds candy bracelets and his mouth waters a little, imagining the sweetness and the crunch. It was about the only tolerable thing in this store. The rest of it was an infestation of pink and red and cute.

Gross.

He weeds through bad puns and tacky cards until he finds one for his mother and father. Not too sappy but not cold, either. Sufficient. The attempt to find Malleus a decent, non-bedazzled pen was almost futile but he thinks his Lord will like it for letters to Queen Maleficia. Grandfather Baur gets snacks these humans might find a little tough but the crocodilian fae will like the chew and challenge.

Silver was last on his list. Sebek tried to control the disgust on his face as he looked at all manner of pillows---fluffy ones, pink ones, fuzzy ones, soft wispy ones, ones with happy faces on them--on the aisle. Against his better judgement, he began stretching and squeezing them. Being half fae, it was drilled into him not to be a poor gift-giver.

And if he had to stand near pink, fluffy, glittery pillows he wasn't going to half-ass this. As he flipped them and patted them, Sebek was sorely wishing he could've found something while he was in town. Lilia and Malleus came so easily!

WHY MUST SILVER BE A PAIN? DUMB HUMAN!

You know you don't mean that, Sebek thought to himself, frowning a bit as he tested what must've been the twentieth pillow. Confident with his choice but disappointed that it was a pink cloud pillow, he tries not to sulk as he gets in line. He snaps to alertness when he hears the idiot human ask how much do you cost.

He can hear you trying to steer the conversation back to checking out and the guy says 'yeah, I'm checking something out' and Sebek is done.

"YOU ARE INTOLERABLE AND THAT IS INAPPROPRIATE!" he shouts at the man, pointing a finger at him.

There is a pause. The man looks down at his basket. "I'm not taking that from a guy with a pink pillow." he snorts.

Something in Sebek snaps. He takes said pink pillow and closes the space before the guy can put his hands up.

"SAM! SAM?" you call out as feathers explode and start raining everywhere. IT'S A PILLOW!

SAM DOESN'T BUY CHEAP STUFF! HOW DID IT BUST?!

You watch as Sebek effortlessly dodges every sloppy punch, pillow bunched angrily in his fist. The guy's already been smacked in the face, the stomach, just about everywhere one could think to aim a pillow. It lands solidly and you're not sure if it's because of the feathers bunched in what's left of the pillow or how hard Sebek is swinging. All of a sudden, the pillow is abandoned and they're grappling.

Sebek has the upper hand in this, too. It's not really a contest when he can wrap around him, slip under him, and fold him up like a lawn chair. He lets the guy flail in his arms, knees pinned to his chest, and drops him unceremoniously. The guy tries to take Sebek down at the knees and he's unfazed. Sebek goes dead weight on the man, falling unapologetically and knocking the air out of him.

The man is stunned and Sebek picks him up in one arm like a limp toddler. He's muttering curses all the way to the door, lobbing the man out like a sack of potatoes. No one moves as he disappears between the shelf and reemerges with a new pink cloud pillow.

Sam walks out to the sight of Sebek AND HIS FLOOR absolutely LITTERED with feathers. Surprisingly, he's not angry. Sebek is allowed to check out on the condition that he helps you sweep. It wasn't your fault, of course, but you're currently on the clock. He waits to the side, cheeks dusted pink, until you hand him a broom.

"Thanks for that," you smile.

"Say nothing, human!" Sebek stares at the floor, sweeping so hard he cracks the broom handle. Sam just sighs and gets another one from the back.

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Kisuke, Ichigo, Aizen, Grimmjow

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Just a little sumthin-sumthin for my favourite men on such a sweet day. I wasn’t expecting to write so much, but when you love them all >.< Thought you all might enjoy this. Happy Valentine’s Day 💜

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When you’re their secret admirer on such a sweet occasion, do they discover you, or do you remain a mystery.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kyoraku Shunsui

Lazing as he typically did, reclined in his chair, hat askew and his floral kimono draped over him, he leisurely filed through his abundance of love letters from his fans. Colourful envelopes, sweet, vanilla-fragranced letters with cherry blossom prints, and pink and red paper with origami patterns all passed through his calloused fingers as he shuffled them in his hands. It was typical of him to receive such noteworthy gifts on a romantic day, but they were all the same each year: too rehearsed, too obvious, not that he didn’t mind though…only when accompanied by a bottle of sake.

Pursing his lips as his eyes roamed the envelopes, he paused when he came across one that was blank and heavier than the others with his name scribbled across the front. There was no scent, fancy paper or stamps littered across the package, just his name on white paper. It sparked his curiosity, prompting him to sit up straight and tear the envelope open, his eyes gazing at the contents within.

A letter.

For the great Captain Kyoraku, whose reputation precedes him, though I wonder if it is exaggerated. They say you are charming, but are you truly? They say you are a lover of women, but do you love them well? Or are you merely a tease, a sweet whisperer of words with no real bite?

Well, that caught his attention, as did the rest of the letter, bold and infuriatingly playful, just like him. There was nothing more he enjoyed the most, than a challenge. An anonymous admirer who was toying with him—no signature, no way of tracing them—just with words that spoke of teases.

“Now this—” he gleamed as he held up the letter, “—is something I can get into.”

Later that night, the second letter arrived, slipping beneath his door in the dead of night. But, by the time he pulled the doors open, the corridor was empty. You were swift, he’d give you credit. This time, the letter carried a single fold without an envelope, but attached to it was a single origami, pink heart.

If you want to know who I am, perhaps you’ll have to earn it. Shall we play a game, Captain?

Oh, he think he might have fallen for you and your games.

Over the course of the next few days, the letters continued to flow—each one more daring and flirtatious than the last. Though no name or a hint at your identity was given away, only careful insinuations and a sense of humour kept him entertained. It had been years since someone had piqued his interest like this, and he was damn sure he wasn’t giving up. Not when he had yet to properly try and catch a whiff of who you were.

And then, on the evening of Valentine’s Day, the last letter arrived on his desk, accompanied by the finest bottle of sake—aged and expensive—a new Captain’s haori with an embroidered Sakura pattern. His fingers ran over the delicate pattern, as he gaged the gifts. Clearly, this wasn’t just a casual admirer, this was someone who knew him well enough to pick out gifts that suited his taste, and then the letter.

You’ve played along well, Captain, so perhaps you deserve a reward. If you wish to meet your admirer, you’ll find me where the cherry blossoms bloom the brightest.

He wasted no time, however, not without slipping into his new haori and draping his floral kimono over it, taking a moment to admire how well it suited him. Hastily making his way towards the secluded grove behind the barracks where the trees were known for their best blooms, though the current season withheld their petals, he saw you. Calm, composed and watching him with a nervous expression masked by confidence.

“Well, well,” he purred and stepped closer. “You had me guessing all week, and now I finally get to see the face behind the letters.”

“And are you disappointed?”

“Far from it,” he chuckled. “But I have to ask—what exactly do you want, my mysterious admirer? My attention or something more?”

Grinning with a surge of confidence as you waited for this moment, you reached into your sleeves and pulled out another letter, pressing it into his hand.

If you are as charming as they say you are, you won’t need a letter to know what I want.

“Ah, love,” he charmed and gave a flourish bow. “Then it would be improper of me to not ask you to share a drink with me on this romantic day.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Ukitake Jushiro

The plan was simple, get in and out of Captain Ukitake’s office and be on your merry way. You had done this numerous times in the past month, delivering letters and gifts to him as his secret admirer, without fail. Today should be no different you told yourself as you clutched the box of chocolate, wrapped in an oceanic blue cloth, adorned with shells and glass-shaped hearts and your last handwritten note to him:

To the kindest soul in the Seireitei, a gift that matches your sweetness, though it can never quite compare to the real you. With admiration, your secret admirer.

Your intention was to never reveal your true self. You were content with watching him from afar, knowing that all he thought of you—well, his admirer—was that you were kind and appreciative of his duties as a Captain, and saw him for more than just a leader. That was all that mattered to you most—his contentment and joy at knowing someone adored him in secret.

Turning the corner and checking the coast, you slid into his office as you had done ten times over and skipped to his desk, placing the box of chocolate in the same position as all other gifts. Adjusting it with haste, yet precision, you had failed to hear the sound of the office doors sliding open with a quiet shut. There Jushiro stood at the entrance with a fond expression marring his face as he observed you frantically arranging his gift with quiet mutterings and fussing.

Clearing his throat, his voice calmly cut through the air, urging you to freeze. “Ah, I was wondering when my secret admirer would appear.”

You froze.

“You look like a deer caught in a trap,” he mused, still not moving from his spot, not wanting to overwhelm you any further.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered, cursing yourself for being aware that he was lurking nearby. “I um…I’m just delivering this as I was asked to do. Yeah.”

Jushiro chuckled, sounding rich and soothing like the tea he often drank. “Come on now, you went through all this trouble to enter my office and deliver another letter—” he paused to glance at his desk, noticing the size of the package, “—and a gift this time, that probably suits my taste. Surely you don’t expect me to believe it was anyone else?”

You bit your bottom lip and squinted at him. Curse him for being so observant, yet sweet with his acceptance. “What gave me away?”

“You’re concentration and quiet fussing. It was rather…heartwarming to see how involved you were in preparing a gift for me,” he laughed, offering you a tilt of his head to cast a sweet twinkle in his eyes.

Heat crept up your neck the longer you felt yourself crumbling under his gaze. “So…what do you think?”

“Well,” he began as he strolled over to his desk, his finger gently brushing the cloth and then the letter before plucking it from the bow, “I’m sure that whatever this letter and gift contains, it will be very thoughtful and beautiful. So, I must thank you properly.”

Your pulse skipped a beat. “That’s not necessary Cap—”

“Ah, but it is,” he insisted, waving the letter before giving a gentle tap to your head with it. “A gift like this deserves a heartfelt show of gratitude.”

Before you could respond, he closed the gap between you and reached out to brush his fingers over your wrist—light, warm and undeniably tender. The contact sent shivers down your spine.

“You placed so much effort into this. It is only fair that I returned the favour, shouldn’t I?”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?” you nervously asked, meeting his eyes.

“How about a private dinner, and we consider it an exchanged gift?” he suggested.

Your heart pounded. “That sounds…fair.”

His smile softened, and for a moment, you wondered if he had seen through your affections all along.

“Then it’s a date,” he said warmly. “And this time, you won’t be the one sneaking around.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kuchiki Byakuya

Your heart was pounding from the close call. You hadn’t expected him to return so soon. Your hands were still smelling of the fresh ink you used to sign the letter, and the scent of fresh blooms clung to your uniform. If you got caught now, it would ruin everything—your months of careful anonymous admiration, the poetic letters, the secret gifts, all leading up to today, when you would finally reveal yourself…later tonight.

After a few moments of agonising silence, you cautiously peered around the corner. His back turned to you as he inspected his desk—a single white camellia, carefully arranged beside a wrapped box of high-grade tea leaves. His fingers hovered over the items before picking up the letter, his eyes scanning your words.

Lord Kuchiki, though I have admired you from afar, I have longed to stand before you to speak my heart. If you would allow me, I shall reveal myself to you this evening, beneath the Sakura trees where the wind carries the scent of longing spring. Until then, I remain yours, a secret no longer hidden.

Byakuya’s expression remained calm, composed and nonchalant, however, you noticed a small flicker of something else in his gaze—intrigues, perhaps? You barely had a moment to exhale a sigh of relief when a familiar voice boomed from behind you.

“Should I be concerned about why you’re lurking near my Captain’s office?”

Whirling around to find Renji standing there with his arms crossed and brows quirked in curiosity, you launched yourself at him, slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up!” you hissed, trying to push him further away from the office, given his loud voice.

There was panic in your eyes as you attempted to push him backwards, giving you away, and Renji didn’t miss it. His eyes flickered towards the ajar door, and then back to you before a sly smirk formed on his face. Peeling your hand off his mouth with ease, he gave you a cheeky grin. “No way. You’re the secret admirer?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” you snapped, shaking your head too quickly as you struggled in his grasp.

He hummed in obvious disbelief, stroking his chin with his free hand. “Right. So, you just happened to sneak around the exact moment Captain Kuchiki was reading a mysterious love letter left in his office? Some coincidence.”

“I was just—just passing through, okay?” you groaned, feeling your face growing hotter by the second.

“Really? Because you look very guilty.”

Before you could protest any further, movement behind you made Renji’s composure drop. The sudden appearance of Byakuya’s commanding, yet elegant and refined reiatsu flickered behind you—your stomach dropped. Releasing your hand from Renji’s hold, you swivelled around to meet Byakuya standing in the doorway, his stormy grey eyes falling on you and Renji.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to remain calm as Byakuya studied the situation. “Is there a reason the two of you are standing outside my quarters?” he asked, so calm and measured.

Renji was the first to speak up. “Ah, no sir. I was just questioning our…colleague here about, uh, their presence in the hallway.”

You tensed as Byakuya’s eyes slid over to you. You almost felt as though he was staring right through your soul as if he already knew the truth. But then, his gaze softened just a fraction as he turned back into his office, stopping at the threshold. “Be careful next time.” But you could have sworn you saw the corner of his lip tugged into a small smile.

And with that, he entered his office, shutting the door. Well shit, he knew. There was no way he would make that statement without having some idea that it was you, or was simply concerned for your well-being in his division. You did belong to another division after all. You exhaled slowly.

“Damn, that was close. If I were you, I’d find a better hiding spot next time.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, yeah. Just—pretend you didn’t see anything, okay?”

He snorted. “Sure. But I gotta say, you’ve got guts. Captain Kuchiki? You really went for the top, huh?”

“At least I have taste, okay,” you muttered, softly hitting him in his chest before turning on your heel and vacating the premises. You still had a few more hours until your planned confession, and you had a feeling you knew exactly the way it was going to turn out. Hopefully, by then, your heart would stop trying to beat its way out of your chest.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Urahara Kisuke

A single rose lay on the countertop, its crimson petals vibrant against the worn wood of Urahara’s shop. He smirked at it, tilting his head in mock curiosity as he twirled his fan between his fingers. “Hmm…another mysterious gift? My, my, how scandalous. A secret admirer, huh?”

Across the counter, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you leaned against the wood. “Maybe someone just pities you.”

He let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. “Pities me? Oh, my dear, do you really think so lowly of me?” He tapped his chin with the edge of his fan, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. “I was rather convinced it was you, actually.”

You scoffed, turning your head to the side. “Why would it be me?”

“Because,” he drawled, stepping closer, “you’re always around, watching me like a hawk, always curious about what I’m up to…” He leaned in, lowering his voice, his breath brushing against your ear. “And you’re awfully defensive whenever I bring it up.”

You swallowed but didn’t let him see the way your pulse quickened. Instead, you scoffed, shoving him back with the tip of your finger. “I’m around because you make me run your errands, you lunatic.”

Kisuke had rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in playful frustration. “Now, now, lying isn’t very becoming of you.”

“Beats me,” you had shrugged, barely concealing your own smirk as you watched him narrow his eyes in suspicion. “Maybe it’s Tessai. He always does go above and beyond for you.”

“Oh? I know someone’s got a crush on little ol’ me?” he had drawled, tilting his hat to hide the amusement dancing in his eyes. “And the answer is quite obvious…”

Before you could retort, a soft voice interrupted.

“Urahara-san?”

You both turned to see a girl standing before him, nervously holding out a small, neatly wrapped box. She bowed slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I-I wanted to give you this. I…I’m your secret admirer.”

For the first time in your life, you saw Kisuke Urahara speechless. He blinked at the girl, his mouth slightly ajar, as his fan lowered to his side. “You…are?”

The girl nodded, still holding out the gift.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, watching his entire demeanour deflate like a popped balloon. His ego had been so sure that it was you. You had spent weeks leading up to this moment, dropping subtle hints, leaving gifts, making him second-guess everything. And now, watching his face fall as another girl claimed the role he had expected you to fill, was worth every second.

He turned slightly, just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye while you feigned innocence, clasping your hands behind your back, smiling sweetly. “Something wrong?”

His eyes narrowed.

You could practically see the gears turning in his head. His fingers twitched at his sides, and you knew he was restraining himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking the truth out of you. Meanwhile, the girl looked nervous, unsure of his reaction. Kisuke, to his credit, quickly recovered, offering her a small smile as he accepted the gift. “Ah, well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

She beamed, bowing again before scurrying off, leaving you alone with the dumbfounded shopkeeper. That’s when he opened the box, expecting…something different, something that didn’t scream ‘wrong person.’ The moment he pulled out the gift—a high-end tea set, the exact kind he had been eyeing for weeks—he knew.

There was no way.

His head snapped toward you so fast you swore you heard something crack. Your lips were pressed together, and your eyes were suspiciously bright. His eyes narrowed. “You planned this,” he accused, exhaling through his nose, shaking his head as his shoulders sagged. The relief was almost comical. “You little minx…You really had me for a second.”

“Did I?” You tilted your head innocently, watching him place the tea set carefully beside him before he flicked his fan open again, covering the lower half of his face.

“You enjoy messing with me a little too much,” he murmured, eyes shining behind the rim of his hat as he conceived a plan to retaliate in his head.

You grinned. “Only because you do the same to me.”

“Touché.” Kisuke leaned back, sighing in feigned exhaustion. “But really, getting some poor girl involved in this trickery? How very devious of you.”

“Had to make it believable.”

He hummed in approval. “Admirably executed, I’ll give you that. But,” he tilted his head, voice dropping to something more velvety, more teasing, “I do believe this means you owe me.”

You raised a brow. “Owe you?”

“Mmh. Some proper compensation for all the emotional turmoil I just endured.” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I had truly believed you were my secret admirer, only to have my heart shattered—”

“Oh, please,” you snorted. “You deflated for like five seconds before realising the truth.”

“Ah, but those five seconds were painful,” he countered, dramatically clutching his chest. “Painful enough to warrant a little…repayment.”

You eyed him warily. “And what, exactly, do you have in mind?”

Kisuke’s grin was slow and knowing. “Well, considering this is Valentine’s Day, and considering you are indeed my secret admirer, I do believe a proper date is in order. A romantic evening, a few drinks, perhaps a little…hmm, let’s say, personal confession time?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. “Confession time, huh? What if I have nothing to confess?”

Kisuke leaned in, voice a near whisper. “Oh, I think you do.”

You held his gaze for a moment before huffing, and shaking your head. “Fine. But only because I’d like to see you try and coax it out of me.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, my dear, you underestimate me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichigo stared at the box in his hands, brows furrowed as he examined the heart-shaped chocolates neatly arranged inside. A single note lay on top, scrawled in a handwriting he didn’t recognise.

“Happy Valentine’s Day dumbass. You’re not as dense as people think—so figure out who I am…”

His brows twitched. Dumbass? Seriously? He popped a chocolate in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he reread the note. The rest of it faded into some flowery words that had his ears and face turning red. It wasn’t that he was completely oblivious to romance, but a secret admirer? That was unexpected.

Later that evening, while he was still mulling over the note and the chocolate, he was having lunch with you, his best friend of a lifetime, at a rundown ramen shop in the quiet part of Karakura Town. His thoughts were so distant that your babblings were going in one ear and coming out the next, he almost zoned out until he heard you mutter the same statement he found on the note. It was then, he snapped back into reality and narrowed his eyes at you. Nah, it couldn’t be you…could it?

“The hell did you just say?” he asked suspiciously as he set his chopsticks down, eyes squinting and head inching across the table.

You froze, every single synapse in your brain screaming at you to shut up, backtrack, and do something to fix what had just been spoken. But it was too late. “You…you liked the ramen, right?” you tried, desperately steering the conversation away from the fact that you had just quoted something from the Valentine’s card you had sent anonymously. The very same card that had been driving Ichigo insane because he couldn’t figure out who had written it.

“That’s not what I asked.” He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest, brows furrowed and those brown eyes staring at you with exasperation. “You just said the exact words that were in the note. You know? The one from my secret admirer. You.”

“ME?!” you shrieked before letting out a cough to cover up the crack in your voice. “I mean—lots of people could say stuff like that, Ichigo.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. What are the odds that someone else would say the exact same stuff, word for word, huh?” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You got somethin’ you wanna tell me?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, and Ichigo, being Ichigo, immediately saw through your attempt to feign innocence. A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips, and he tapped his fingers against the table, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Well, this is interesting,” he said, dragging out the words. “I’ve been wondering for weeks who the hell was bold enough to send that letter but too chicken to own up to it. And now…” He shook his head, a grin forming. “Man, I can’t believe you just outed yourself.”

You groaned, slumping against the table in pure mortification. “I’m not a chicken, but I was doing so well,” you mumbled into your arms.

Ichigo snorted. “Yeah, yeah, sure you were. But now that I know, I gotta ask—” He tilted his head, studying you. “Didn’t think you were into me like that.”

Your face burned. “It’s not—I mean, I—”

Ichigo leaned in, smirking. “C’mon, don’t backpedal now. You wrote me poetry.”

“That wasn’t poetry!” you snapped, pointing at him accusingly. “That was just—”

“—A declaration of love?” he finished for you with mockery, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You groaned again, hiding your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

Ichigo laughed, reaching across the table to tug your hands away. “Nah, you don’t. You like me. A lot.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a soothing stroke. “And I mean…I wouldn’t mind seeing where this goes.”

You gasped softly, finally daring to meet his gaze. He wasn’t teasing anymore, at least not completely, but there was something real in his expression, something almost hesitant.

“You serious?” you asked quietly.

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish. “I mean, yeah? Someone who goes through that much trouble to write all that shit about me—kinda makes me wanna know them better.”

“You already know me, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted with a shrug. “But now I know you like me.” A slow smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back, arms folding behind his head. “Guess that means I got a date to plan, huh?”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Aizen Sosuke

“‘To the most captivating mind in all of Hueco Mundo,’” he read aloud in his rich and smooth voice. “‘A man as powerful as he is mysterious. From your secret admirer.’” He chuckled, setting the note down with a thoughtful hum. “How flattering.”

You stood near the bookshelf, pretending to browse the titles while your heart pounded. “Secret admirers, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to attract those.”

Aizen raised an eyebrow, pleasure dancing in his stare. “Oh? And what type did you take me for?”

You shrugged, plucking a book at random. “The kind who doesn’t care about things like Valentine’s Day. Or admirers.”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers clasped together before him on the table. “It is a rather trivial holiday,” he admitted. “But I must admit, this admirer has piqued my curiosity.” His gaze drifted to the chocolates, then back to the note. “To go through the trouble of secrecy…that requires either deep admiration or hesitation.”

You fought the urge to fidget. “Or maybe they’re just shy.”

He smirked and leaned forward. “Perhaps. But shyness is a mere barrier. One that can be broken with the right persuasion.” He slid the box open, selecting a chocolate and inspecting it before taking a bite. A quiet hum of approval left him. “They have good taste. That alone makes them intriguing.”

“What do you think they want then?” you asked, keeping your tone light.

His smile deepened. “That is the question, isn't it? Do they seek my favour? My power? Or something more?” He placed another chocolate in his mouth, slowly chewing the sweet, savouring it as though it could reveal the truth behind the individual on his mind. “Perhaps they admire me from afar, hoping to remain a mystery.”

You kept your expression composed, even as a thrill ran down your spine. He was playing right into your hands, considering every possibility except the most obvious one—that you, the person standing and breathing in the same room with him, were the very one he spoke of.

“Do you prefer mystery?” you asked.

Aizen tilted his head slightly, contemplating. “Hm. I do find it entertaining.” His gaze lingered on you, searching, probing. “But I also enjoy the moment when the mystery unravels.”

“So what would you do if you found out who they were?” You leaned against the shelf, arms crossed.

Meeting your gaze, his smirk growing. “That would depend on their intentions. If their admiration is genuine, I might indulge them.” He studied you for a long moment, eyes sharp, assessing. “What about you? Have you ever admired someone from afar?”

You kept your expression neutral—tried to. “Can’t say I have. If I wanted someone’s attention, I’d get it.”

He chuckled, swirling the chocolate on his tongue before swallowing. “How direct of you. And yet, admiration in secrecy has its own appeal.” He tapped a finger against his desk, a knowing glint in his eye as he observed you with a charmed gleam in his eyes. “After all, there’s a certain thrill in watching, isn’t there?”

Your stomach tightened. He was sharp, too sharp. “You seem awfully interested in this secret admirer.”

Watching you with that ever-present smirk, he rested his in the palm of his hand. “Only because they seem to know me well. Which begs the question…” He leaned forward slightly. “Just how well do they know me?”

You felt like you were about to give up and out yourself from the intensity of his stare, the longer it penetrated your soul. Gulping, he forced yourself to meet his stare head-on. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, I intend to, but perhaps I should start paying closer attention to those around me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

The air in Hueco Mundo was still, the other Espada were lounging about God-knows-where in Las Noches, while you were left alone with the blue-eyed aggressive kitten, who was making teasing comments at you all day. Typical. What else to expect from the man you considered yourself crushing on for months? The aggressive type of affection was all Grimmjow had ever known, and even though you were never the type to bask in it, should another man ever shower you the same way, you would hate it. With Grimmjow, it just felt more natural.

Glancing at him as he entered the room once again, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, a cunning grin stretched across his face as he eyed the box of chocolates, and the note left on his bed that morning. He purposefully brought it for you to witness him receiving gifts while you got nothing. “Tch, looks like someone’s got good taste,” he muttered, tapping the card against his palm while you sat across from him, feigning mild curiosity while your pulse thudded in your ears.

“What’s it says?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral, though you knew exactly what it said—you’d written the damn thing.

Grimmjow flicked the card open and read aloud, voice dripping with amusement. “‘To the strongest, sexiest Espada—’ heh, got that right—‘from your secret admirer. Enjoy the chocolates, you deserve them.’” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, whoever wrote this has their head screwed on straight. Finally, someone who gets it.”

He had no idea. No clue that you were the one who had slipped that carefully wrapped box onto his bed this morning. No idea that you had picked out those chocolates, your fingers trailing over the selection, wondering if he liked caramel or dark chocolate better. No idea that you had drawn that tiny heart on the card, agonising over whether it was too much or too little. And now, here he was, bragging at it, oblivious to the fact that his so-called ‘admirer’ was right before him.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you failed and double-rolled it, just because it was him. “Oh yeah? And what if it’s just some random weakling trying to butter you up?”

His grin widened, sharp canines flashing. “Doubt it. Got a feeling it’s someone with good instincts. And good taste.” He tossed the card onto the table and grabbed a chocolate, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Damn. These are good. If this secret admirer’s got a brain, they’ll keep this up.”

You fought the urge to smirk, choosing to scoff instead. “What, you expecting more gifts now?”

“Hell yeah. If someone’s got the balls to admire me in secret, they better back it up. Maybe even come clean.” He tilted his head, watching you as he chewed, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.

You exhaled, looking up at the bland ceiling and counting the circles, disguising your nerves. “Maybe they thought you’d appreciate the mystery,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Adds a little excitement, doesn’t it?”

Grimmjow shot you a look. “Excitement, my ass. If they wanted to get my attention, they should’ve just walked up and said somethin’.”

“Maybe they were scared you’d rip their head off.”

His lip curled, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tch. If they’re scared, they ain’t got any business liking me in the first place.” He stretched his arms behind his head, flexing lazily. “Bet they’re some shy little thing, all flustered ‘n shit. Cute, but probably too much of a coward to handle me.”

You nearly choked on your drink. Shy? Flustered? That wasn’t you at all. If only he knew.

“Or,” you countered, dropping your gaze to properly look him in his eyes, “maybe they know exactly what they’re doing. Maybe they’ve been watching you for a while and knows that if they played the right cards, they’d have you thinking about them all damn day.”

His smirk faltered for just a second, eyes flicking to you with annoyance as if something about your words struck a nerve. You held his gaze, forcing yourself not to break, not to give in to the heat creeping up your neck.

“Tch. You sound like you know somethin’.”

You leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe I do.”

His gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than usual before he exhaled through his nose and turned away. “Hah. Whatever. If this person wants me so bad, they better quit hidin’. Ain’t got the patience for games.”

You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, but you kept your expression neutral. Typical of Grimmjow to turn any situation into something intense. “Sounds like you’re looking forward to meeting them.”

“Damn right. If they’ve been watching me, thinking about me, sending me stuff like this? They better be ready for what happens when I find ‘em.” He licked a stray smear of chocolate from his thumb, gaze locked on yours. “And trust me, I will.”

You held your breath and held his stare, matching his cocky smirk. “Hope they’re ready, then.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cactimorada

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[nightbeforethend]

bf!xdinary heroes headcanons

a/n: this is so self-indulgent it’s ridiculous, like I’m pumping out so many things right now just to get l a serotonin boost of my own at this point 🥲

gunil: your personal walking wallet

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hasn’t let you pay for a single thing since he first asked you out

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Which wouldn’t be very concerning if your first date wasn’t three years ago

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ As long as he’s around you’re getting the bag you’ve been eyeing for weeks, and quite frankly anything and everything else you could possibly want

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Even when he’s not around, he has ways of still paying for everything

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Writes the days you get your nails done in his calendar so he knows when you’re gonna get them done again and can send you the money in time

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Whenever you asked him why he won’t let you pay for anything, his response was always “because it makes you smile after you’re done complaining”, so who were you to stop him from being the walking wallet he apparently wanted to be?

jungsu: gives you flowers every time you see him

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Literally doesn’t show up to a date, a sleepover, literally any type of meetup with you without some kind of flowers

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You told him ONCE when you first started dating that you love flowers and when he asked what your favorite flower to receive was, you admitted that you’d never been given flowers by a partner

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ever since then he started going out of his way to find some sort of flower to bring with him when he was blessed (his words, not yours) by your presence

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He keeps track of your forever changing favorite flower and flower color (this week it was pale pink chrysanthemums) and when you start to complain that he’s spending way too much money on getting you flowers, he simply starts bringing you one singular flower until you stop complaining since you hate to see the one singular flower in the vase alone

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sends you a bouquet once a week when he’s away on tour because he refuses to let you be flowerless as long as he lives

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Since you love to collect postcards, he sends you one from each city with little origami flowers he learned to make inside the envelope just to make you smile

jiseok/gaon: built-in photographer

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You never even had to ask him to take pictures of you, better yet good ones

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After your first couple of dates he sent you a few candid pictures he’d taken of you, swearing he just wanted to provide you with good Instagram pictures when you accused him of already being down bad for you but his red cheeks and ears say otherwise

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Once you start doing your little outfits of the day for him, he decided to make it his mission to take so many pictures that he’d put paparazzi around the world to shame

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The man is literally dropping into the spider-man pose to get good shots and complaining about how he thinks he pulled something the next day like it wasn’t the consequences of his own actions

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Half the nights he sleeps alone are spent looking through the pictures he’s taken of you and smiling like the lovesick fool he is

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Will deny that he does all of this for his own benefit but remind him that he’s taking all of these pictures on his phone that he took without you having to ask and suddenly he’s ready to change the subject

seungmin/o.de: dresses you every chance he gets

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You were having one (1) singular bad week around half a year into your relationship; bad enough that you could barely get yourself out of bed better yet pick out clothes and get yourself out of the house

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’d both seen each other in your underwear by then so when you cancelled on him for the second time because you “didn’t feel like going out”, he still showed up with takeout and, upon realizing that you were in more of a slump than he thought, he immediately made you sit on the edge of your bed half naked as he entered your closet and picked out multiple comfortable outfits for you to wear

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He helped you put on everything after you decided which outfit you wanted to wear and after seeing how that one action lifted your spirit, he makes a habit of helping you get dressed whether you’re in a good mood or not

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Doesn’t see it as a huge deal; he just likes to spend that extra bit of time with you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He’d never admit it but he really loves it when someone compliments your outfit and your face lights up as you tell them he picked it out for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Do the same thing for him and he’d literally lose his mind but that’s neither here nor there

hyeongjun/junhan: cooks for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He cooked for you once a couple months into you dating when you couldn’t agree on what to get for takeout and all it took was you calling him a good cook one time for him to start cooking for you every chance he gets

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gives you the typical “it’s no big deal babe” reply when you tell him the food is amazing but on the inside he’s doing Simone Biles style flips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pretends he doesn’t understand why you’re so addicted to pinterest when he literally has multiple secret boards dedicated to stuff he wants to cook for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Literally has the boards divided by food you grew up eating, food he grew up eating, appetizers/entrées/desserts, like he does not play about this shit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Does all of this just to see you do your lil happy dancey dance while you eat, he’s down ATROCIOUS for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Will get offended if you share with the guys because he did NOT spend three hours in the kitchen for frat brothers #1-5 to waltz in and eat everything in sight

jooyeon: writes you love letters

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He’s literally so lovesick it’s crazy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Like he has so much love for you that it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy whenever he remembers that you’re both in love and you’re all his

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Would scream how much he loves you from the rooftop if he could (he’s literally an idol so sadly he’d have to settle for screaming it into his pillow)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Since he can’t, he figured the next best thing was sending you love letters whether he was on tour or literally right next to you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The letters range from “you’re the love of my life and my future wife, I can’t imagine my life without you” to “your eyes are the color of dirt and I think that’s neat, we should kiss”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ As goofy as he made the whole ordeal, it still means the world to you and you make sure to let him know that (he is literally a blushing mess while boldly stating that they’re not a big deal every single time)

[littlefinerthings]

👘💌 kimono pattern envelopes 💌👘

[diprima]

Victorian-Inspired Embroidered Puzzle Purse, 2023 (ink and cotton and silk embroidery on kona cotton)

The puzzle purse is a form of itogami, the origami of folded purses. In the late 18th and early 19th centuries, the puzzle purse became a popular form for love notes and Valentines because they could hold little trinkets (rings, miniatures, locks of hair) and did not require an envelope to seal. This one is reimagined in cloth: the embroidery is permanent, but the message can be ironed away and rewritten. A love that lasts because it can be changed and be made new.

[konigsblog]

May I request König having an autistic secret admirer who has a cute origami envelope love letter for him! But before she could give it to him a couple of bullies to her letter, and proceeded to publicly humiliate her by reading the letter out loud to the whole base! I could imagine her having a mental breakdown, and not sure how to cope with the whole situation! How would König help her? Please?

this is pretty short, so sorry ! 😕 if there's anything i can improve on, please tell me :) 🩷🌷

you're feeling overwhelmed, embarrassed and utterly shamed. you wanted it to be for könig, you wanted him to read it himself, a private thing.

it catches könig's attention, overhearing some as some new recruits take your letter and open it up, reading it out loud and laughing. they were being immature, childish and horrible dickheads. when he heard his name mentioned, his eyes darted towards you. for a second you weren't sure if he felt the same.

but before you could have a breakdown, he hurried you out the mess hall and into the corridor were he spoke to you quietly. “shh–, it's alright, mausi... breathe.” könig whispered, holding you by the biceps and wiping away your tears with his gloved palm. “it's alright, just breathe with me, please...”

könig kissed your forehead softly and brushed your hair from your face, cupping your cheek. “was that letter for me?” he smiled cheesily beneath the mask, his eyes crinkling and warming at the sight of your calm face. you nodded meekly, not meeting his eyes through shame.

“don't worry... i feel the same, mäuschen.” he rubs your arm up and down, kissing you softly while playing with your hair.

könig went harsh on them; extra laps, extra push-ups while you watched from afar. the sound of his loud, commanding voice piercing the rookies eardrums as they pant breathlessly.

[rottenpumpkin13]

AGSZC + Sephiroth Collecting Paper Scraps = Warm Fuzzy Shenanigans

AGZC leaving Sephiroth a variety of notes in various places, stuck to various things. Some are romantic, some are platonic, some are a simple doodle. They're left in books, on shelves, on walls, attached to magnetic surfaces, attached to each other, etc.

Sephiroth has a scrapbook full of them. The random bits of paper can be put wherever, but the ones from his partners are special.

No one lets arguments they're having seep into the messages, even toward each other. These are specifically for Sephiroth's use in his collection. It doesn't need to be sullied like that.

Sometimes the notes are fastened to gifts or to harmless pranks. A discussion had to be held about this after Sephiroth ended up with a note smelling richly of premium catnip and 16 hours of his life unaccounted for. The incidents that occurred during that time frame were totally unrelated and absolutely couldn't be proven that he had any part in them.

Genesis uses this as an excuse to buy quality stationary. Obscenely priced, quality stationary. Never mind that a block of notepaper would've done just fine, of course...

Angeal is at war with so many sides of his personality because of this habit Sephiroth has. He has to stop himself from cleaning everything up. He still doesn't fully settle until it's called a "collection" and Sephiroth is the owner of empty scrapbooks to fill.

Zack takes it as a challenge to leave him notes in as many unusual places as possible. When he gets told off for leaving one on the light fixture in the middle of the Soldier cafeteria during peak hungry times, he goes on to find another way to make leaving notes just as special as what's inside them. He eventually turns to origami. It has the bonus side effect of being a calming activity for him.

Cloud simply leaves his messages in the most simple, straightforward of manner. Middle of the fridge? Check. Next to the fridge handle? Also check. Coffee mug? Check. Coffee maker? Check. Bathroom mirror? Check. Masamune? Check. Pauldron? Check. Office (that was closed last night & securely locked with clearance he doesn't yet have to be in there alone) Chair? Check. Office ("[ditto]") Desk? Check. Office ("[guess. double dare you.]") Computer Screen? Check. He may be a simple backwater expert country boy, but his feelings for his partners are immense.

Long eloquent messages? Genesis, Cloud.

Average sized notes with a paragraph of words? Angeal, Cloud.

Simple, single sentence missive? Zack, Cloud.

An ostentatious note slipped into an equally ostentatious envelope, sealed with wax and accentuated with gold leaf containing the one word message of "Bitch. ❤️"? Genesis

Single label from the newest label maker saying "beloved"? Angeal, Zack.

One love letter filled with drunken love proclamations addressed to "Sexiroth TooFuckin' Hot": Zack

Post-It with a chocobo and kitten sketch done, smelling faintly of overcrowded cafeteria and broke bitch? Cloud.

- - - - -

Annnnd these are my HCs. ☺️

 

This is the most precious headcanon ever hhhhhnnn. I wonder if years later, when Sephiroth is alone amidst those towering bookshelves in the basement, clutching his latest text, his eyes ever flicker and strain, momentarily tricking him into believing he's holding that scrapbook—that life is still good, still whole. But then he blinks, and the illusion shatters. He's left staring at yet another horrific truth about his creation. The scrapbook is long gone.

[aweina]

ᰔ. a gift for you : sub-zero. scorpion + smoke.

there was an array of young flowers tucked between the glossy leaves, warm paper lanterns guide you through the maze of flora. there’s water colored butterflies sipping the nectar of your favorite flowers, the scent of honey and earth soothing your nerves. bi-han has gifted you a greenhouse. considering the fact that the lin kuei palace contains lots of open land to train on — it was fitting to add something less grueling and tense. he directly thought about you, encased with delicate, floral pieces as you beam at the variations of flowers and other greenery you always mentioned during your afternoon walks. it started off with short nods, listening intently to your frantic words with amusement. then he’d silently gift you engraved pots filled with young flowers and all the needed tools to build a lively collection of plants. that didn’t seem enough. the grandmaster always had urges for something more, something greater, that he also applied it to you or rather, your fondness over flowers. since the freezing climate wasn’t so fitting for sun enriched plants, constructing a greenhouse would be fitting and also, fulfilling for him to do in secret. it was hard work to pull it off. there were times you nearly spotted it in the middle of its development and your suspicion towards bi-han’s sudden interest in flora made him sweat icicles, but it was all worth seeing your radiant smile in the end. for now on, he’ll find you within the maze of bustling blossoms — individually nurturing them with love and care and amusingly talking to the clusters of flora like little children. at that the thought of your happiness, he smiled under his mask.

the parchment felt light and airy in your grasp, but much more of them were tied with a silk string — each individually sealed with set red wax, blotches of little lighthearted notes and tea stains smudged along the handcrafted envelopes. they smelt faintly of sweet herbs and dried ink. kuai liang has gifted you a collection of love letters. it all started when he met you, his usual writing was put off for his lin kuei duties, leaving the pens to dry off and the stacks of parchment to pile dust bunnies. then your gentle presence gave him a boost to write small notes in the middle of the night. the adorning look you would give him would make him write paragraphs with such ease, leaving a shade of blotched blue all over his palm. then your contagious laughter and assuring gaze made a mountain of neatly crafted love letters in the corner of his usual tidy room. along the ink read his first impressions of you, the beautiful details that you missed about yourself, lengths of innocent admiration, and millions of confessions about how much he loves you. each letter had little surprises tucked between the pages. a frail cherry blossom petal when you both first trained together. colored origami animals that you spotted during missions. he kept them all as a sign of his love — dedication towards you. watching you carefully unfold himself with gentle hands, he safely locks the image of your big grin and droplets of joyful tears in his memory for another love letter.

the glimmering of delicate light reflected over the bare walls, adding a pretty iridescence on the wallpaper. clashes of soft yellow, with pastel greens and pinks made your skin twinkle under the sun. the silhouette of a dainty butterfly floated through the air. tomas has gifted you a sun catcher. the warm village of fengjian had pockets of small businesses. crowded bookstores, fragile porcelain shops, and fresh produce stands. he didn’t have any personal feelings towards these stores, rather he wanted something more personal — made with his own hands and heart. that’s when he finds a workshop filled with dozens of personal projects, unfinished ceramics and even glass bracelets. then he eyes a mesmerizing piece, a sun catcher. it reminded him how you seem to unintentionally fill every room you’re in with light, how you always impressively shined through the bitter ash of his magic — winning every spar between the two of you. the process of making a sun catcher was meticulous, melting down metal small rods together, inserting colored glass with clear precision but with very nervous hands. tomas finishes off the butterfly piece with a string of patterned beads that he collected when you both visited different villages. a crescent moon dangling at the end to represent him — your opposite, your midnight protector. there’s instant relief when you beamed ever so brightly at your handcrafted gift. he helped you hang it by your window, the glimmer of reflection blinding the both of you for a second. then he sits with you, explaining the meaning of each individual bead and glass — while your smile brightens the whole room.

add. note : the alt title would’ve been ‘if he wanted to he would’, but i’ll refrain from men slander for now (`ー´) …

[castleofclouds]

Nct Dreams as your neighbors

In which you lived next door to dreamies, and your life as dreamies neighbor.

MARK

Mark is part of the frat line, so it's no wonder living next to him isn't the easiest, he would held couple of party every weekend so be sure to have plenty of earplugs in your house!

Mark is a part of a band, he love playing guitar in the middle of the day or making songs at night

He ALWAYS sends you late night drunk text and send so many praises about you and how you can handle living next to him for years even though he always loud and such

He is a good reminder and sometimes leaves a note in front of your door, something about always be happy and always taking care of your meals

He often times asked you to company him with hangovers meals that he bought or you bought

He loves greetings you every morning before going to his band meetings or class.

RENJUN

Renjun was obviously different than any neighbor you could think off, he is silent most of the times, sometimes you wonder if there's even someone lived next door

Renjun is a nocturnal, you never see him in the morning but he always bought something late at night every time you went to the store you always stumble upon him buying some tea or even some beer

He loves drawing, or pottery, any kind of art you could think off, you always surprise when you found a letter on your doorstep and found it to be a envelope of invitation to his art exhibits

He sometimes asked you simple favour like sugar and salts and leave with a cute drawing of you on your door step

The only time he would be loud was when his friends come you never knew Renjun could be so passionate about something sometimes

Renjun is simpler and easiest to lived with, and he always leaved a cute art pieces in front of your doorstep everytime he heard you cried from next door, one time he left you an origami made into a stars and put inside a jar on your doorstep with a little note saying “cheer up”.

JENO

Jeno loves waking up in the morning and always had different activities everyday that he even included you in, he sometimes asked you to go biking at 8 AM in the morning

Jeno loves working out you often hear a sound of a instructor telling about how to do some exercise

He love buying things online sometimes you could see a lot of package in front of his mailbox and doorstep

Due to his good looks and personalities he had many girls asking him around sometimes he even asked you to not giving those girls information that you lived next door to him

Jeno always find something fun to do he often includes you in his hobbies, and he is actually a pretty decent person the more you see him

He loved TALKING most people doesn't know that because he often prefer listen than talking but with you he loved telling you about his days both online or face to face, he sometimes left a bucket of flowers on your mailbox as a thanks to listening to him.

HAECHAN

Haechan is often mistaken, he loves talking a lot and some people would probably thinking he loved to host parties in his house turn out it wasn't always that, one day he can be calm but ofc there's a catch to it he would just ended up hang out with his friends at his apartment and it will be loud

Haechan love playing any kind of instrument sometimes, he sometimes played guitar in the middle of the night, and sometimes had a bicker or two with you after you asked him to tone it down

Haechan doesnt like to be told, so both of you often bicker one another, either him about how you always snitch on him to the landlord or you about his loud sound of gaming PC

Haechan could spend DAYS locked up in his house with no sunlight because he is busy playing games

On some days where he isn't being a dick, he loved to asked you out on a date. Yes. A date. Because he apparently love spending time with you and he often asked you out on food trip and trying many kind of food

He always send you some messages at weird time in the middle of the night with odd tmi about some stuff the you never even heard off.

JAEMIN

Jaemin is nothing but a princess, he showered you with love and understand you to the back of your bone

Jaemin loved cooking on some occasional day and he would always asked you to eat with him, he would always asked your opinion on his cooking and it's always a paradise

Jaemin loved praises you every time you go out, either about your make up, your outfit even little things like necklace or new earrings that you wore

Jaemin is romantic on many parts he loves sending you chocolate on valentines and cookies on christmas

He loved taking you on sightseeing and even asked you as his model on some of his photos, that he always send you every day and pick his favourite pick and would put it on his fridge and called it his favorite pic of the day

He loved showing you his cats and even go out his way and let you take care of them when he is busy with on his clinics, he often addressed you as “the mother of his cats”

CHENLE

To be having Chenle as your neighbor is a MANACE, that man is Evil, he always had so many loud noises coming from his house, it's probably because he is busy watching basketball tournament at fucking 2 am in the morning while you were asleep

It's not love. It's obsession that he has for basketball, he could names a every each of basketball player even if he held accountable

He make basketball as his personality at this point other than that, you always wondered if he had something wrong with his eyes due to his weird behavior of wearing glasses everywhere, like we get it man you want to look cool and such

The only time you actually like him was probably his daughter, daegal Is an angel compared to his dad, daegal is sweet and nothing but a puppy with wings on her back you could spend DAYS with daegal if Chenle allowed it

He often take you to his basketball match or just to watch him playing basketball, sometimes he looked cool sometimes he doesn't especially if he start saying some weird slang that you don't even know existed before he threw a ball

He just love talking and having fun, he loves socializing and sometimes take you to meet some of his friends and it was all good again.

JISUNG

Sometimes you wonder if you ever even gotten a neighbor or not because the neighbor next door only wake up at 1 am in the night and playing games that you didn't even knew he could

Despite that jisung are actually very popular in your campus and had plenty of attention from the girls but unfortunate for them the boy couldn't talk with them for SHITS, he is suck at it so much one time he just straight up running away from each of them

Weirdly he thinks you are actually fine, he could spend sometimes with you, and he didn't stutter or run away when you make eye contact with him

He had so many to take care off, he often asked you small favor like sugar and salt, or how he is so clumsy and often forget his keys that he just sometimes crashed at your house like it's his

He cannot cook for shits. And he knew it. And he had bigger anxiety to keep ordering them online so sometimes you just asked him to eat with you in your house

He often asked you to match with him on games and always act like he is a pro player and often said “don't worry I won't let them hurt you” that you just cringe and laugh into.

A/N

Hi!! Cassie hereee, wow it's feels good to finally write something at least, I tried to make this into those fake chat scenario but my tab are such a hassle to get worked into so I just give up😞 anyway what do we sayy?? do we finally feel more energetic and start writing more, and I'm kinda short on ideas my head is drier than desert anyway have fun!

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