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chlorinecake · 11 months ago

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「 𓍯𓂃 I KISSED HER FOREHEAD AND NOW SHE'S 𝒢IVING ME CRYSTALS ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 」

𝐢𝐞. super Y2K crush scenarios with 𝐍𝑒𝕨 𝐉𝚎𝐚𝕟s

── ✰⋆⁺ 𓊆ྀི . . path to bookshelf ◍ 𓊇ྀི 🔮 虹 . . . 𝔸ᶰĎ 𝒴𝐨𝕌 ?. . .

❖︎ pa𝓲ring .ᐟ 뉴진스 x female!reader

❖ g𝓮nre .ᐟ fluff, comfort, wlw, friends to lovers

❖ 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 count .ᐟ 𝟏,𝟎𝟒𝟏 total ✩ ✩ ✩

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 ── ❝ You smell pretty today... ❞

“You too!” You blurted out, right before realizing you'd gotten your words mixed up, “Wait- I meant to say you look pretty, but... I guess I mean both? Gosh, does that even make sense?”

A tiny smile spread across Minji's features at your adorable timidness, her boot-clad feet taking a few steps towards you before pulling you close, gracing your frame with a tender hug, “It makes perfect sense, weirdo… thanks...”

Her voice was calm and soothing as usual, despite the way it made butterflies swarm in the spot where your heart should be. You couldn't really explain it, but something about Minji's energy always had a way of making you look and feel like a lovesick geek by time you got a proper sentence out—

“So,” she began again, breaking from the embrace and looking you straight in the eye, her hands resting at your shoulders, “when were you gonna tell me about this little crush you have on me?”

Your eyes widened like you had seen a ghost, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips as she tilted her head at you, just as you muttered a distracting, “Right after I told you which Victoria's Secret fragrance I'm wearing?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐌 ── ❝ Crystals? As a gesture?... ❞

“Pfft, of course!” Hanni replied matter-of-factly, “just like how you gave me coins for that gum-ball machine we passed earlier… but who's keeping track of all that stuff anyways?”

“You, apparently...,” you said as a gentle laugh escaped your lips at her quirky reply, “but touché, Hanni Pham... what should I do with these?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, cupping your right palm in her own as the colorful stones glittered beneath the mall’s sunroof, “you can put them under your pillow at night!... o-or maybe even stash them in your purse so you can think about me wherever you go!”

“As if I'd need a crystal’s assistant with that,” you teased, ruffling her hair slightly with your free hand. “These are cool, though,” you went on, heart warming at both the feeling of your hand in hers and at the unique gift, “very sweet of you...”

“Eh, I tryyyy,” she replied smugly, right before blowing a tiny pink bubble with the gum she chewed, only to spit the leftover candy into a napkin and ask, “wanna close your eyes and guess what flavor you taste on me?...”

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 ── ❝ I like your sweater… ❞

“Oh, this old thing?” Danielle asked with her warm Australian accent, taking the colorful sweater’s hem in her fingers to examine it's loose threads, “My nana knit this for me like... forever ago...”

“Well it's cool to see she was a step ahead of fashion trends back then,” you smiled, letting your hand brush over the soft yarn of her sleeve... That's when a certain question arose in your head:

“Random, but by chance, are you any good with using chopsticks?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, for sure! I’m basically a pro at it,” she boasted, flipping her curly locks in a cartoonish manner.

“Sweet! I have two coupons for two different places. One for a craft store, and another for a sushi bar… only thing is that they both expire tomorrow,” You went on, hoping that she'd catch your drift without you having to state any specifics...

“Oh? Well it'd be a total bummer to let them go to waste,” she shrugged, hooking her arm in yours before tugging you along with her, “we better get going quick before they run out of sashimi… or yellow yarn…”

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I come in please...? ❞

You heard a gentle voice call from behind your bedroom door, face buried into the largest pillow you could find given the sob-fest you had earlier…

“The door’s unlocked,” you sniffled, turning over on your bed to face her as she peaked from behind the door, her bright smile not even fading at the sight of you.

“I brought some heartwarming treats and DVD’s!” She began, voice just as pleasant as it always was. Haerin made her way to sit beside you on the bed, opening one of your favorite candy bars and handing it to you.

“How’d y’know I was upset?” You asked before taking a bite of the candy, chuckling a bit at the way she watched you so intently while doing so.

“I didn’t,” she went on plainly, “… I already wanted to surprise you today and just got lucky that it ended up being at a time where you needed it most…”

“Awww,” you pouted, dropping the candy bar to pull her into a hug, “you’re literally the best friend I could ask for, Haerin… thank you for coming to see me…”

“Of course,” she whispered, mind lingering on the word friend for a moment, even though she was certain you meant something a little more than that…

“So,” she began again, breaking from the contact and reaching for the TV remote, “Wanna rewatch Mean Girls or Clueless first?”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I touch your hair? ❞

You asked the question for one reason: You were bored out of your mind from waiting at the bus stop, and playing with Hyein’s hair seemed like a fun way to pass the time…

“Oh, sure!” She chirped, immediately straightening her posture on the park bench as you scooted closer to where she sat, taking her wavy locks into your grasp.

Hyein’s round eyes wandered to the sparkly pink Juicy Couture purse you wore over your shoulder, compelling her to ask, “What’s in the bag?”

“Oh- just some barrette’s and hair clips I got from Claire’s yesterday,” you replied, pausing to click open your purse and show her the different kinds, “Thought you might be interested in some extra bling, so…”

“You know me far too well then, ____,” she smiled, scanning each package with her eyes before suggesting that you decide which hair-clip style she would wear, and vice versa.

You let out a simple “Okay” at her offer, reaching for the pack of silver shooting stars for her hair while she held the pack of butterfly clips beside your face, a satisfied look spreading across her features.

“These are gonna look gorgeous on you,” Hyein smiled, right before opening the pack of butterflies clips and popping a few different colored ones in her palm, “This is too fun already, hehe… I can decorate your hair first, right?…”

ʚ 𝐀𝒰𝐓ᕼ𝕆𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝕆T𝐸: I decided to explore the wlw genre for a change, and I have no one other than @jwanniie to thank for inspiring me to experiment on my platform in such a way through her works... I've always wanted to write for my fav GG's just like how I write for my fav BG's, but simply never found the courage to until now ~ Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I came up with! ɞ

❖ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr -> if GG content isn’t your thing, pls lmk and I’ll refrain from tagging you in such posts moving forward :3

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amordixon · 1 year ago

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could you write some fluff abt swimming with corio in the lake??

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 ┆ 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; you and coriolanus decide to visit the lake.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; coriolanus snow x fem!reader, nothing that i can think of, some kissing and a lot of fluff. 1.1k words .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; was obsessed with the lake scene and had to recreate my own

with each breath, the worries and burdens of living in the districts seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace that settled deep within your soul. the warm air filled your lungs as you inhaled deeply, both invigorating and calming at the same time. there was nothing quite like the peaceful embrace you felt walking through the woods, offering you solace in its own unique way, letting you feel its energy.

the clearing was bathed in a bright glow, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the high trees that surrounded, while birds chirped their melodious tunes in the background. they were all that could be heard, other than the low trickles of water from the lake, and the crunching of leaves beneath your lover’s feet as he finally met your side.

you turned towards him, your heart filling with anticipation and excitement as he closed the distance between you. the affectionate smile on his face mirrored the feelings coursing through your own veins.

“it’s so beautiful out here,” you hum, taking in another deep breath and letting your senses fill with that of the earth.

coriolanus wraps his arm around your shoulder, a sense of warmth and comfort. his closeness brings a small smile to your face, and you rest your head against his side as he breathes a soft “yeah.”

your heart flutters as his gaze locks with yours, drawing you in like a magnet. as the sunlight illuminates his features, casting a heavenly glow upon his face, you find yourself captivated by his radiant presence. his eyes, like vibrant gems, sparkle with a warmth that touches your very soul.

you could get lost in them – in him – forever.

scrunching your nose up at him, you give a playful push and head towards the start of the dock, dropping your bag packed with necessities for the day as you do. he follows in your footsteps, kicking off his boots and removing his socks swiftly, all while keeping his eyes fully trained on you.

there was a boyish grin on his face, something you didn’t see often, but when you did, it filled you with the most unruly butterflies. it made you wish you could see it more, while breaking your heart a little bit at the same time that you didn’t.

you waste no time in removing your own items of clothing and letting them fall to the ground in a messy pile, leaving coriolanus as you wait in the middle of the wooden path for him to meet your side once more.

standing there, you can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for these stolen moments of bliss. in a world that often felt overwhelming and suffocating, being able to share these memories with him feels like a precious gift.

you remember the countless secret rendezvous, the stolen glances while he was on duty, and the hidden touches that were filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. your love, forbidden by the laws of the capitol, had never felt so important. the mountains in the distance stand tall and proud, reminding you that there is so much more to this world than just constraints and limitations. the open field beyond the water stretches out endlessly, just like the endless possibilities that awaited. it was humbling to remember just how small you really were in the world.

yet, at the same time, as coriolanus meets you again, his arms reaching to wrap around your chest, you can’t help but feel like you were right where you were meant to be.

with that thought in mind, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together, and let him take the lead the rest of the way, until your toes hang over the edge of the dock. he looks down at you, that same boyish grin still present, and gives you a wink before the two of you jump off the ledge.

as you hit the cool water, you feel exhilarated, a wave of freedom washing over you. the splashes and ripples create a symphony of sound that echoes in your ears, and as you resurface, you’re immediately greeted by coriolanus’ beaming smile.

in the midst of the shimmering waves, you catch each other’s gaze and laughter bubbles up from within you both as you playfully splash water at one another. there’s a shared child-like joy that comes out of the friendly competition, but ultimately coryo is the one to give in, raising his arms up to surrender.

your laughter fades away with the wind, leaving you both in a comfortable silence. a silence that doesn’t need to be filled, nor do you want it to be. the two of you meet in the middle, your legs guiding you to wrap about his waist, as his hand meets the side of your face.

you lean into the touch, and despite the cool water, you can still feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. his fingers gently stroke your cheek, tracing invisible patterns, and his touch lingers for a moment, filled with tenderness. you close your eyes, wanting to savour the intimacy of it. “you know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and what you could only pinpoint to be mischief, “i never expected to find someone like you in my life.”

you open your eyes to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. “i feel the same way,” you admit. “i never could have imagined that i’d fall for someone like you, and yet here we are.”

coriolanus' gaze grows tender as his eyes bore into you now. “we may be different, but that’s what makes us so perfect for each other.”

a surge of emotions courses through you like a tidal wave and your lips finally meet. the sensations that had built up inside now overflow, causing you to release all inhibitions. the kiss becomes a catalyst for the intense feelings you were harbouring for the boy before you.

his hand gently grazes the back of your neck and shivers rolls down your spine. the kiss deepens, filled with desire, longing, a reassuring promise that no one could ever break you apart.

reluctantly, you have to pull away, the need for oxygen playing an undeniable factor. you don’t move far, your foreheads lingering together as your chests heave, and you catch your breaths. you smile, your heart racing, as you reach out to brush your fingers against his cheek now. you both stay in the water for a while longer, enjoying each other’s company and the tranquillity of the lake.

there was an enigmatic force that kept pulling you together, and you may not know what the future held or where life in panem would take you both, but one thing you knew for sure was that coriolanus was yours, and you were his.

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1-800-local-slut · 1 year ago

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House of Memories (Spencer's Version)

Spencer Reid x Black! Fem! FBI! Reader

A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his team mates

Warnings: none really, just fluff, the team being observant, adult objects (condoms, alcohol, etc.,), not a warning but a note: reader isn't in the BAU but she works in the FBI, through Emily's POV

“I wasn’t expecting an invite from you, Reid. Thanks for having me over.” The front door to the apartment opened. Emily was holding a bottle of cheap wine that she grabbed from the liquor store down the street when she realized she forgot to bring a house gift. It was a close call too, she was literally driving past it when she realized and had to make a very hasty u-turn.

“It’s no problem, thank you for coming! Derek, Garcia and Hotch are in the living room, Rossi’s in the bathroom and JJ’s coming late. Her loss though, I think she’d really enjoy Interstellar and if she comes late I know she’s going to complain. Come in, just take your shoes off if you don’t mind.” Emily nodded, after Spencer gave her a light side hug and accepted the bottle from her.

He wore a white tee-shirt, pajama bottoms, and smelt fresh. His hair was damp as well, like he’d showered a few hours ago but his hair is so thick that it takes a minute for it to dry. She noticed his light shrug, as if it wasn’t his preference but he would take it anyways.

Ghosting through the threshold, she bent down and slipped off her boots. She heard light chatter, music, smelt a vanilla and sea salt (it was a rough guess) candle burning, and heard the clatter of pots in the kitchen.

She couldn’t help it, her analytical mind working before she could stop it. Sometimes she would find herself profiling strangers even when it was rude. And profiling your coworker who invited you into his home was very rude.

Spencer’s shoes were thrown on the floor, one knocked on its side but still close together. As if it was an attempt on his end to be some sort of neat. Pairs of heels, pumps, boots were lined on the shoe rack but after doing a quick count, she noticed something. There were far more womens shoes than there were mens shoes. About six pairs of men's shoes to a 10 women’s shoe ratio.

Aaron, David, Derek make three, and the other three were clearly Spencer’s. Pen’s shoes obviously were one of those female shoes. The bright purple heels sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the browns, blacks, and deep reds of the female shoes.

‘Enough Emily, stop being rude.’

“Your house is beautiful Spencer.” She couldn’t help but look around in slight awe. She wasn’t expecting Spencer’s house to be so…neat? No, that sounds mean. Neat in a way that didn’t seem like it was all Spencer. Sure Spencer’s little unique touches were sprinkled about the apartment and she was still standing at the doorway.

There were pictures of nature hanging on the wall, of a young black woman standing in front of a large pond far from the camera. She wore a pink baseball cap and had her hands flung out as if to emphasize how big the pond was. Who was that? A secret lover? She looked familiar, like a face Emily had seen in passing.

“Oh thanks. I just moved in a few months ago so not everything is fully set up.” Spencer called from the kitchen, and there were three clicks from the stove. Then he slid out, wiping his hands on a towel. As she walked through the house, she noticed more.

Potted plants with lush green leaves, knitted plant holders hanging from the ceiling, a red and dark blue patterned rug on the floor in the hall. From where she stood, she could see there was a small dining area. A nice wooden table, with papers and files scattered all over.

She found her way to the living room and saw her coworkers engaged in whispers on the couch. More papers and files were on the small tables on either side of the couch, a contrast to the neatness of the rest of the house.

“Hey everybody, what’s up?” Emily asked. Heads snapped towards her, and she noticed Penelope’s eyes curved up in a mischievous grin.

“Hi! Come sit, come sit.” Penelope motioned next to her, Derek and Rossi sliding over to make room for her.

“Did you make it in okay?” Hotch asked and Emily nodded while she slipped onto the brown leather sofa. A dark purple hand knitted black was thrown over the back of it. Did Spencer take up knitting or was this just a nice purchase?

Spencer plopped down into the brown leather armchair and rested his feet on the pouf in front of him. Emily noticed how spotless the glass coffee table in front of them was.

The whole house was ridiculously clean. The wooden floors sparkled, the carpets meticulously vacuumed, the TV sparkled and the speakers next to the TV were flawlessly dusted. The large oak bookshelf that was up against the wall that was closest to the kitchen was also dusted and the books neatly organized.

When would Spencer have time to clean his house so thoroughly? They were on a mission all of last week, got back two nights ago and have been at work since then. Sure, it’s Spencer he could just be very clean but the way things sparkled, it was clear they were cleaned merely a few hours ago.

When they did go home it was late at night and they were back at work early the next day. Did he spend his whole Saturday afternoon scrubbing his floors, and preparing to cook for them? Spencer wasn’t the type to have a housekeeper, especially when he does his work all over and you can’t exactly leave FBI documents in the eye of the eye of a random house keeper.

“Sorry about the paperwork, I still have to set up my study. I have to put up my desk and everything.” Everyone voiced a consolation, some variation of ‘I don’t mind’ or ‘you should see my place’.

“Not the handyman?” Derek teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. Spencer’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“I like keeping myself out of the hospital. Did you know every 45 minutes a piece of furniture falls on someone, and 25,000 people a year are treated at the hospital for a furniture related incident?” Spencer rattled off, emphasizing the numbers with his fingers.

Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang. Spencer glanced back at the door, before he sprung to his feet with enthusiasm like he was expecting Emily and Penelope exchanged looks, giggling while Rossi lightly rolled his eyes.

“Of course he knows that. Also, did any of you know that Spencer moved to a new place?” Derek asked.

“Well I knew. I know where all of you live. But it was very considerate of him to invite us over.” Hotch nodded, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Not Spencer’s usual brand but she did notice a switch some time ago. From Purelife to Poland Spring.

“Did you see the coat? Hanging by the door rack?” Penelope whispered, motioning for everyone to come in closer. There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her brain working overtime.

“What, you think he has some… extra company? A secret lover?” Rossi chuckled. Of course she noticed, but she just thought it was Penelope’s.

“Maybe! Do you think?” Penelope asked excitedly, her hands flapping around with enthusiasm. Oh Penelope, ever the romantic. Derek giggled next to Penelope. He was lightly smacked by Penelope as a rebuttal and he giggled as if the slaps tickled him and they heard Spencer’s reapproaching foot steps along with an extra pair of heels.

They all turned, eager to see who it was. Would it be the woman in the photo? His mom? Someone else?

“JJ!” Emily exclaimed when the final member of their team came in. She twisted around in her seat, happy to see her friend. JJ wasn’t able to make it on their last assignment so it had been a minute since they’d seen her. For people who practically live together, spending almost every moment together while at work was normal. They’d all fallen into a natural balance of being around each other. Of course they’d missed JJ while she was out sick.

“Hi!” She held her arms open for hugs, while the entire team voiced their hellos.

“Sorry I’m late, the grocery store was ridiculous. You wouldn’t believe what I saw, some lady's ex boyfriend came there and she called the cops on him like right there in the store. Apparently, he gave her something on purpose. She got on the speaker and called him ‘Dirty Dick David’. And then they fired her for playing with the mic that way!” She told her story while passing out hugs and then plopped down in the opposite arm chair across from the one Spencer was sitting in before.

“What?” Spencer laughed while he sat back down.

“Right there it happened.” The whole team was laughing and Emily remembered that this was why she got along with her team so well. The easy laughter was so simple and refreshing.

“Woah, right there is insane! I guess she was sick of him.” Emily leaned slightly into Penny, allowing herself more comfort

“Imagine being at work and your ex who purposely infected you with something shows up to both you? I’d be pissed too.” Derek chuckled.

“I’ve been through three wives and never got a reaction like that, Dirty Dick David certainly had it coming.” Rossi added before they all laughed even harder.

Then there was a loud ringing noise. Spencer’s phone was going off and he patted himself down, lifting himself up checking to see if he was sitting on it. Then he got up, his face making a tiny expression like he could finally recall.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He ran into the kitchen and Penelope pulled everyone into a huddle.

“Okay, here’s what you missed JJ, you ready?”

“I’m ready?” She asked with an arch eyebrow and a nervous smile.

“There’s a bunch of lady stuff around here, like a coat and I don’t know if you saw the shoes but there are a lot of lady shoes. Rossi was in the bathroom and saw a bunch of lady stuff too, like a special face cleanser but he didn’t wanna snoop. I think he should’ve gone for it but whatever. Also I don’t know if you know but I know that Spencer doesn’t cook.

His house is also really clean like really really clean like it was just clean but when would he have gotten the time to clean it? I mean we got off work like three hours ago. Running theories? Spencer has a housekeeper, a secret girlfriend, or his moms visiting. Got it? Okay, got it.”

JJ blinked after Garcia’s rapid rundown, Derek nodding like he was able to keep up with that and Hotch all around looked displeased.

“We are guests in Spencer’s home, don’t go looking through his stuff. Maybe Spencer likes that stuff, that’s not any of our concern.” He frowned with a crease in his eyebrows.

“Yeah Garcia, besides if Spence did get a girlfriend then I think that’s great for him.” JJ chuckled and Derek rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m back! I picked up the shrimp and some wine. I also got some beers if you want any. The coolers are for me, you can have one but don’t take any of the pink ones. I like those ones.” A familiar voice sounded through the house.

The sound of socks hitting the floor padded through the house and a young woman walked in. The woman from the photo more specifically. Her hair was in long braids that curled around her waist. She was gorgeous, a red scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the chilly winter air. More specifically she was familiar.

More specifically she was from a different team. More specifically a member of the HRT. The Hostage Rescue Unit. They’ve seen Spencer speaking with her a lot. They’ve teased him for their closeness multiple times, and knew they were a bit closer. But Emily didn’t know they were such close friends. For her to just walk into his home this way.

No offense to Spencer but when Emily said she was hot, she meant she was hot. Like she just stepped out of a magazine. And she never thought Spencer would have it in him to pull. Spencer was certainly nothing to sneeze at but my god was this woman attractive.

She was making her way through the house, to the kitchen lightly waddling. She held a bag of groceries and as if she could feel all the eyes on her she turned.

“Oh hi! I’m sorry, I ran out to the grocery store. I didn’t realize we ran out of shrimp but the food will be done soon.” She beamed at them and put one of her hands on her hips. And Emily did as profilers do. She profiled even if she didn’t truly mean too. She was wearing pajama pants, and a puffy coat that was zipped open to reveal a white tank top. Above all she radiated joy, confidence and comfort.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Hotch cleared his throat, and she nodded at the members of the BAU.

“You got the shrimp?” Spencer called, coming out of the kitchen, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants. He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively angled her head to his and pushed herself up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Penelope was on the verge of exploding, her mouth open in a wide grin. She let out an excited squeal. The two agents jumped upon hearing the high pitched noise and everyone on the couch turned to face her.

“What?! Oh my god, when were you gonna tell us?!” Penelope asked, bounding up from the couch. Spencer looked confused above all as Penelope raced towards him and his apparent girlfriend.

“I didn’t think I had to, we weren’t exactly shy about it.” Spencer laughed as he looked at Penelope basically bouncing up and down in front of him. She giggled and Penelope paused.

“Dude we thought you were just friends?” Derek questioned from the couch. Spencer shook his head, looking more and more shocked by the second.

“So how long has this been going on?” Emily asked with a laugh. She had to laugh! How could she not be happy for Spencer? He looked so happy, he literally hadn’t stopped smiling since she came into the door and they kissed.

“Like a year? I mean, I know we jumped the gun with moving, but my lease was up and I decided that this would work and I couldn’t find anywhere close enough to work. We decided to go for it.” Spencer added, scratching the back of his neck.

“You guys really had no idea? I mean I tell you guys that we go out every weekend, I have a picture of her on my desk. We literally come to work together everyday.” Spencer exclaimed, motioning around with his hands.

“I don't see you that often at work, they probably don’t really notice those things.” She rationalized to him and rubbed a hand over his chest. He never moved his hand from around her waist.

It all made sense. The candles littered around the house, the small basket of yarn and needles on the floor next to one of the arm chairs. The food even smelt too seasoned to be like anything Spencer could cook, the photos that Emily was just now realizing were taken of Spencer. The romance novel that Emily saw sitting on the glass coffee table. How spotless the entire house was. The shoes, the coat, Emily was just mad at herself for not recognizing the photo.

“Well. Way to go Reid, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She smirked at Derek’s remark and stood on her toes again. She whispered something in Spencer’s ear and he cackled with his mouth open in shock.

He was turning a bashful shade of red and his voice squeaked as he sent her away.

“I’ll be finished with your food soon, you guys.” Trailing into the kitchen, Spencer glanced over as if to check if she needed anything.

“Oh gosh, you didn’t have to cook for us! Thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed, realizing that she was just sitting there like a fish with her mouth wide open.

“Let her cook, why not enjoy dinner and a movie?” Rossi joked. It seemed like the shock had dissipated and JJ giggled, her blonde hair shining like the Sun and Emily noted how her entire face lit up like a star.

“Honey, can you come help me with these groceries?” Spencer nodded, following her into the kitchen. They watched, waiting to watch them fully go into the kitchen. Then like little girls at a sleepover, they leaned back into their huddle.

“Wow!”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Hotch tried to keep the peace before his team of impatient agents ran rampant. Emily herself felt like she needed answers and she needed them now.

“Did you see the way he looked at her? They’re so cute, I had a feeling when he came to work that one time smelling like perfume and wearing the same clothes but they were like all up on each other.” Penelope whispered excitedly.

“I always knew opposites attract. You know they make a handsome couple too.” The excitement died down for a second and everyone had to look at Rossi. Who even used that phrasing anymore?

“You’re so old, Rossi.” JJ giggled and Hotch shook his head. Rossi smiled playfully, the way he always did when they made fun of him for being ancient.

“What do they even talk about? I mean sure they have stuff in common but for a whole year? I wasn’t expecting that!” Emily exclaimed.

“Reid’s never short on things to talk about.” Derek teased and Penelope swatted him again.

“I mean I noticed he’d been a bit happier but I wasn’t expecting this! I guess you just never know.” JJ added in, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure the two weren’t standing right there.

“We can find out what they talk about.” No one wanted to admit it but they wanted to snoop so bad. So bad that when Penelope suggested it the best thing to do was to stop talking and be extra quiet so they could hear. Even Hotch, slowly reclined.

Over the clatter of pans, the soft clinking of bottles and things being put away, and dishes being taken out they heard her voice.

“Emily brought us some wine. Pink.” Spencer’s voice broke through and Emily tensed up. Oh god, what if they hated the wine?

“Oh my favorite. I’ve always liked that Emily. If it wasn’t for you, I’d go for her.” She laughed and plopped something into what sounded like a liquid.

Derek made some funny eyebrows at Emily and Emily felt her cheeks heat up. JJ and Penelope both grabbed each other to stifle a laugh. As bad as it was to listen to your teammate and his girlfriend's conversation, they couldn’t stop.

“Aw babe don’t pout.” Then a kissing noise.

“There’s that smile. Also I picked up some condoms, we were down to six and you know we go through those like crazy. Speaking of which, I was thinking, do we really need those? I mean I’m on the pill and at the rate we go we’d save more money just not having sex. To be honest we spend a bit too much money on that stuff anyways and I don’t want to replace another bed frame. I like this one and we literally just got it. That or we just need to stop having sex so often. The call is totally yours but that bitch who works at the front cashier keeps looking at me funny everytime she sees me walk up.” It took a moment for everyone to process what she was talking about. It really took a moment. An identical frown spread over both Rossi and Hotch, and Derek had to put his fist in his mouth to avoid cackling.

Oh god, this was an awful idea. Now there was just awkward silence. None of them could say anything even if they wanted to.

“So my options are death, death or going raw?” Spencer whined immediately. Emily focused her eyes on something else instantly, the patterned carpet on the floor, the TV that was showing different scenery as it was in rest mode.

“Oh my god, you are so dramatic! You’re not going to die if we don’t have sexy every day.” The sound of a spoon clattering down and then she broke out into a fit of giggles.

“But how do you know!” He whined again.

“Like I said, it's your choice. It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just sick of always having to go to the store. And you’re squeezing my ribs.”

“I like your idea. Besides, we have abortion money.” She gasped softly and then broke into light laughter. JJ’s jaw dropped open and Derek snorted before he covered his nose. Of everything that was expected it wasn’t that.

“That’s awful, baby.” She scolded and Emily got a mental image of the two. Was she standing in front of the stove, the smell of food wafting through the house, Spencer standing behind her with arms wrapped firmly around her? If Emily wasn’t so uncomfortable right now her mouth would be watering. It would also warm her heart to hear how happy her friend was.

“I’m sorry.” He joined in on the laughter.

“Oh my god we’re being awful host! Plate up the soup and I’ll pour the wine.”

Once the two came back out, it was hard to even look at Spencer knowing that he had apparently helped break a bed frame. Even if he was holding trays of the most mouth watering gumbo.

“Who wants to watch Interstellar?”

#black reader #x reader #x black reader #fem reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x black reader #criminal minds #bau team

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 1 year ago

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Hey, glad to see you're back! Are you up for some professor reactions (plus the usual students) to MC getting themselves in a dangerous situation to protect them?

HLC REACT TO MC PROTECTING THEM FROM DANGER

A/N: ENDEAVOURRRRRRRRR I missed you 😭 This was a BEEFY ask so it's under the cut

WARNING: some violence, implied death

MC was enjoying a well earned day off in Hogsmeade. They were in conversation with a friend when the whispers of ancient magic interrupted them mid sentence. It was a powerful intuition granted to them by their unique gift. Something was coming. Something fast. Something powerful. They needed to act, now!

MC grabbed their friend and dove to the side. A bright green beam of light missed them both by inches, breaking the cobbled street on impact. MC was on their feet quickly, wand in hand. They spot a lone masked wizard peeking over one of the rooftops. The masked wizard's eyes widen in realization that's he's been spotted, and he tried to scurry away. It was already too late.

Wordlessly MC commands their magic to grab the wizard and pull him from the roof. The wizard helplessly tumbles to the ground. He fumbles his wand and as he tries to crawl to it, MC holds it in place with their boot. The wizard helplessly looks up at MC, defeated. MC keeps their wand trained on the masked wizard until the aurors come to take him away.

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: His travels with MC and adept dueling skills has him up on his feet as fast as MC. Too bad MC's ancient magic is faster than his confringo. Then again, perhaps an exploding fireball wouldn't be the best spell to use in a populated area. He digresses.

Instead he takes the time to admire MC's powerful stance over the dark wizard that is so pathetically laying at their feet. You'd swear they were the hero out of some storybook. (Lovers or not, MC fascinates him)

OMINIS GAUNT: Perhaps half a second before MC threw him to the ground, he heard it. Death. The fast approaching silence. He's heard it enough in his own lifetime to know it's haunting aura anywhere. He's shaken but stands with MC as the aurors drag the offender away. "Thank you." He says quietly. He needs to be taken back to Hogwarts. He's looking a bit paler than normal.

ANNE SALLOW: Dark wizards are people she wants nothing to do with after being cured. She has her wand out but half hides behind MC until the dark wizard is out of sight. "Wish I had reflexes like yours. Would have saved myself a lot of trouble. How about a butterbeer? My treat."

IMELDA REYES: "What the bloody h-!?" She's up quickly but the attacker was on the ground before she could even finish her sentence. She storms up and kicks the wizard in the face, breaking his nose. MC has to drag her away from him. "That's for ruining my afternoon, you bloody git!" She shrugs MC off. "And you. Next time you want to push me to the ground, at least buy me dinner first."

NATSAI ONAI: She's quick enough to get a basic cast off as MC yanks the wizard off the roof. She pats MC on the shoulder at the wizard is taken away. "Very impressive timing. Even knowing what you're capable of, you still manage to surprise me. I'd say you've earned a drink after that excitement."

GARRETH WEASLEY: When he sees MC has the situation handled, he concerns himself with the pouch of delicate flower buds that were crushed by him landing on them. 100 galleons down the drain. He silently curses and shoves the pouch in his pocket. He's grumpy for the rest of the day.

LEANDER PREWETT: With his luck, MC didn't just push him aside to the ground. No, they were standing next to the square fountain when the attacker shot at them. He clamors out cold and drenched. He was not looking forward to the walk back to Hogwarts in his waterlogged shoes. "Thanks for saving my life." He says as he rings out his robe. "But did you HAVE push me in the direction of the fountain?"

AMIT THAKKAR: He gets up next to MC and casts protego around them both in case the wizard tries to do anything else. Even without a wand, they could still be dangerous. He only lowers it after the rogue wizard is taken away. "That was incredibly quick timing on your part. You weren't even looking in his direction. Are you sure you're not at least part legilimence?"

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's in shock. Someone just tried to KILL them! He doesn't even think to stand up until MC turns to him and asks if he's okay. He swallows hard and shakily stands. "Yeah...yeah, I'm alright. How in Merlin's name did you do that? How did you know?" He asks questions to distract from the panic.

POPPY SWEETING: She doesn't wait for the aurors. She takes a small round white object from her pocket and rolls it towards the surrended wizard. He looks down at it, confused. She smiles. "Do you know what queen acromantualas do if they find you're in possession of one of their eggs?" The wizard's eyes widen and he gets up to flee, only to run right into the aurors. He pleads for his life, trying to get as far away from the object as he can. She calmly picks up the harmless stone she had collected as a pretty little paperweight and puts it back in her bag. "Well, I'm starved. Care for a meal at the Three Broomsticks?"

ELEAZAR FIG: He was going to feel that trip to ground in the morning, he was getting too old for this. "Well done, MC. You'd think with Harlow gone, these goons would take the hint that you're not to be trifled with. Let me buy you a butterbeer."

MATILDA WEASLEY: She's concerned for the overall safety of the citizens of Hogsmeade, as well as the safety of students visiting. There are safeguards in place to prevent things like this from happening, how did he get around them? She briefly thanks MC but goes with the aurors. She wants to know if there's something more going on.

AESOP SHARP: His wand is out and he fires from the ground as the wizard is yanked from the roof. When the wizard surrenders, he accios the dark wizard's wand and snaps it. If anyone asks, it broke in the fall. He doesn't say much after the incident. There's a darkness to his eyes. Seeing a dark wizard face-to-face like that brought up memories he thought long suppressed.

DINAH HECAT: Her body may be artificially aged, but her muscles still have memory. She tucks and rolls from the dive and fires a spell as MC pulls the wizard from the roof. Their teamwork looks so well choreographed, you'd swear these situation was staged. When she and MC get butterbeer afterwards, she slips a bit of whiskey into her own drink.

MIRABEL GARLICK: She's quick on her feet and is checking MC for injuries. She fusses over them even after the threat is long gone. She's also glad no one questioned the chomping cabbage that mysteriously appeared and clamped down on the wizard's ass.

ABRAHAM RONEN: "You know, if you decide to pursue a career in becoming an auror, I will personally write a letter of recommendation." He's not kidding.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He's a ghost. He really doesn't know what MC thought they would accomplish by attempting to push him. Good job dealing with that vagabond, though.

BAI HOWIN: "A dark wizard? In Hogsmeade?" She's upset this could happen in the first place. She walks with aurors to tell them off. They need to do better. Letting a thug in like that is unacceptable, ESPECIALLY after Harlow.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She never hits the ground. MC lunges at her and she jumps back. When the death curse hits the ground, she has her wand out and fires back, "Glacius!" The wizard freezes solid before smashing into the ground. She winces. She hadn't expected MC to pull them off the roof at the same time. "...let's not discuss this incident with the Headmaster. That's paperwork I'd rather not deal with."

MUDIWA ONAI: "Now I understand why Natty never stops talking about you. That was an impressive display of warrior cunning. You should consider studying abroad. The Masters at Uagadou would be fascinated by your abilities."

SATYAVATI SHAH: She's a little disheveled but fixes her appearance promptly. She looks down at the dark wizard with utter distain. "Such filth wandering the streets of Hogsmeade. I'm going to have a long talk with the barrier keeper about this. I suggest you get back to Hogwarts, MC. And thank you... Your quick action saved my life. Your deed will not be soon forgotten."

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: He didn't even notice the attacker. He's entirely outraged over MC suddenly shoving him to the ground and ruining his perfectly good suit. He doesn't know why this random man is being arrested, nor does he really care. "This was an Armoony Original!! Ten points from your house!"

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[Fluffbruary Fic] Tradition

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: G Word Count: 2404 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2025, pre-relationship, fluff, holidays, baking cookies

Notes: Originally, this was for Week 2 of @mr-sadman's SeasonalSadman2024 event, using the prompt Traditions. But it didn't want to flow for seasonal timeliness so I put it aside and slated it for the end of Fluffbruary instead. And it turns out, all it needed was a rest and some breathing room. Inspiration came from both @chaosheadspace and @carnelianmeluha 's creator threads on the server, so I will dedicate this to both of you ❤️ Even if it's February now.

Summary: Dream shares his time and Hob shares his stories, and together they are maybe sharing something else.

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"Dream! You're just in time!"

Dream hesitates, abruptly concerned that he had forgotten an appointment and somehow managed to keep it serendipitously—but no. He is very certain that he was not expected here today.

'Here', as it turns out, is Hob's kitchen, where the watery winter daylight streams through the window over the sink and Hob is wrestling a large mound of dough into an enormous mixing bowl. There is another mound set by on the worktop; Hob's sleeves are rolled up in a very fetching manner, his hair is mostly contained in a small knot on the back of his head, and he's wearing an apron that proclaims him World's Okayest Baker in garish pink letters. There are smears of the rich brownish dough all over it, matching smears on Hob's arms and hands, and the room is fragrant with spices—cardamom, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger.

Dream cocks his head the slightest bit. "In time for what?" It is easy enough to intuit; the kitchen is replete with wisps of daydreams that whisper the answer, but 'making biscuits' is merely the title of the story, not the full depth of it which Dream would hear in Hob's own words.

"Making biscuits!" Hob smiles broadly at him, warm and full of life. "School has a tradition, faculty bakes treats for the students before term lets out for Christmas. Some folks buy in from the fancy bakeries 'cause they don't know their way around the kitchen, but me I like to do it from scratch." He sets aside the bowl. "And I like to make extra. Student body's small enough, we're not some big university, but I like doing my part to make sure there's enough to go round."

"Indeed." Dream's coat and boots disappear to their places by Hob's front door as he adjusts his manifestation to better suit the shape of the afternoon before him.

"Sooo, I was doing my baking today—and I'd love to have your help, if you're here for a visit and don't mind something so menial."

"It is no such thing, Hob Gadling." Dream offers a tiny smile. "I would be honored to assist the 'world's okayest baker' with a task so important."

Hob glances down at his well-used apron and laughs. "Ah, yes. The apron lies, I'll have you know—I am nothing short of a fantastic baker after all these years. It was a gift from Jaime, a joke." He shakes his head fondly, the barest hint of melancholy crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Dream is certain he could follow the thread of the name and its connection to Hob to the Dreaming, bring full awareness of this dreamer to the fore, but again—there is comfort and camaraderie in hearing the stories of Hob's life as Hob would tell them, directly. So he chooses instead to offer question.

"A former lover?" He is reasonably certain he would know if Hob were currently involved with anyone.

"Yeah." Hob's expression has gone nostalgic. "Dated a couple years, lived together awhile; ended it about five months before you came back. Jaime had a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity, moved to Toronto. And, well, I wasn't leaving London, was I? Not when I was still waiting for you." He smiles, and it is tinged with…not sadness, precisely, but something that is soft and wistful and commiserative.

The heart that Dream has approximated thumps heavily in his breast. "My absence cost you this relationship—"

"No, no no, now, none of that," Hob interrupts, speaking over his shoulder as he turns to wash his hands. "It was lovely while it lasted but we both knew how it would end, sooner or later. Jaime was meant for grander things than me, and, well. All my relationships have to end one way or another, don't they." He turns off the tap and dries his hands, flashes Dream a brilliant grin and a quick wink. "'Cept ours, of course. Can always count on seeing you again, my friend."

"Of course," Dream echoes, inordinately warmed by how easily Hob centers Dream in his life, welcomes him. Broadly, as he has just spoken, yes; Dream is assured that Hob's delight in his company is genuine. But also, specifically, how easily he makes room for Dream in whatever he is doing when Dream visits without notice. He has demonstrated time and again that Dream's presence is appreciated, and no burden; that Dream is important enough that Hob will shape his plans around Dream as needed, will include him at a moment's notice.

It is. Gratifying, to receive such regard, from one who is neither his subject nor seeking to curry favor.

Dream is never quite certain what to do with it.

"But anyway!" Hob opens a drawer and rifles through it briefly, withdrawing a rolling pin and setting it aside. "These Christmas biscuits have been a tradition of mine even before Jaime, and I'm glad the school gives me an excuse to keep it going. I'm making the lemon rosemary lavender ones that you like next—they're very popular every year—and chocolate candy cane if I have the time after that. But first! Gingerbread." He turns to the fragrant mahogany dough on his worktop and begins pushing and kneading at it, working it into a somewhat flatter shape.

"I always make two batches," he says, as he moves to apply the rolling pin to the reworked dough. "One for stars and rounds, one for proper gingerbread men. Once I get this rolled out, d'you want to start with the cutters?" He nods toward a small assembly of metal and plastic shapes at the other end of the bench.

"Of course." Dream is pleased to take part in this creative process, in whatever way Hob can find use for him.

"Great, then I can start working the other batch on the table while you do." He's rolling vigorously, a steady rhythm molding the dough to his wishes, bared forearms flexing in a way that Dream finds somehow difficult to look away from.

"Is this a recipe of your own devising?" Dream is eager, he finds, to hear more of this story of Hob's traditions.

"Oh no, no, this is Oma Franziska's gingerbread recipe." Hob has that fondly-nostalgic look again. "She insisted we call her that, me and Jim. She'd lost contact with her own grandkids when she left Germany, you see, and she sort of adopted us when we moved in next to her. She knew Jim's truth, too, and it was nice to have a neighbor who he could be himself with."

Hob has told Dream of Jim previously. Jim, who had been Hob's wife Peg to the rest of the world but Hob's husband in safe company; Jim, who had loved the sea, who sang bawdy pub songs with the loveliest voice, who left Hob with many fond memories and stories to carry with him as he continued living.

"She looked after us both, in a fashion. Knew her way around the kitchen blindfolded and backwards—I'm very sure food was her love language. Always made sure the neighbors were fed if they needed and was just—she was really something, y'know? I'm glad I got to know her." Hob gives the dough a final roll with a flourish. "Stayed put until she passed, even though I was kind of pushing it for that lifetime. I didn't want to leave her behind when she had so little time left, especially when she'd been there for me after losing Jim and all of that."

"Your kindness does you credit." Dream is warmed by the tale, by yet another glimpse of the man Hob had worked to become in the past century.

"Heh." Hob beams at him, and something low in Dream's stomach tightens marginally. "Anyway, Oma Franziska loved sharing recipes with us—sending her traditions forward, she called it—and I've kept 'em alive for her. This gingerbread is based on an older recipe, but she tinkered with it quite a lot and clearly she knew what she was about; these biscuits always get rave reviews." He turns, plucks two of the biscuit cutters from the jumble on the counter and presents them to Dream. "Here you go."

Dutifully, Dream accepts the cutters and moves to the rolled-out dough, the collective unconscious granting easy familiarity with a task he has never performed.

"Perfect," Hob declares, as Dream begins pressing the simple shapes neatly into the dough. "Let me get your tray prepped so you've got somewhere to set these little beauties as you go."

Something deep in Dream warms at the easy praise, pleased and content; he lets the feeling wash over him as he works, as Hob sets a lined baking tray in easy reach and begins rolling out the second batch over on the table, as Hob continues talking.

"I love this recipe," Hob says, and Dream can hear how he's smiling even though his back is turned. "They turn out just the right amount of soft with a lovely balance of flavors, and they're exactly sweet enough. Gotta start it early to give it plenty of time to 'ripen', for the lactic acid to do its thing, but it's very much worth it. This batch I started about a month ago so they'd be ready now. And the biscuits themselves will keep at least 'til February, assuming they last that long."

"You deem them worth the effort," Dream surmises, arranging the biscuits he has cut on the baking sheet.

"Mmyep, definitely. Especially when I'm making them to share with others."

Dream can still hear the way Hob is smiling, and it warms him. Hob has such care for the people in his life, for those he sheperds and those he works beside; Dream is grateful to witness it, to be included in that care, for the ready welcome he continues to find in Hob's company.

"The time taken is to their benefit," he offers, transferring more cut biscuits to their tray. "The dreams sown into the dough are rich, and deeply rooted. They have grown robust, being let to steep so long; your biscuits will be a masterpiece of comfort and flavor."

"There's. Dreams. My dreams? In the dough?" Hob sounds particulary flummoxed; Dream looks up to find him turned about, blinking dumbfounded at him, rolling pin held idle in one hand.

"Yes." Dream lays another gingerbread star on his tray. "Your intent, your joy in sharing, your delight in doing for others. Your wish to carry the memories of the recipe forward. They all shape your baking, enhance your end result."

"Heh. I had no idea." The tips of Hob's ears have reddened considerably and there is a trace of pink visible across his cheeks.

It becomes him.

Hob blinks, shakes his head, recovering his composure. "Bet all the dreams in the dough won't save them from burning, though." He grins.

"Most certainly not," Dream allows, smiling in turn. "We shall need to time them appropriately. I can assist, if you like."

Hob has turned back to finish his rolling, speaks over his shoulder. "How's that work, then? You'll listen to the dreams as they bake, and know when they're perfectly done based on vibes?"

"Perhaps, if you think it best." Dream can feel his smile growing. "I had thought I might simply watch the timer."

Hob has stopped and turned to stare at him again; Dream reaches to take the rolling pin and use it himself. He lets the smile on his face remain, lets it be known to Hob.

"You're making jokes now?" Hob grins widely, eyes crinkling with mirth, his tone one of wonder. "Red letter date! Best mark my calendar."

Dream, flush with pleasant warmth at the easy teasing, turns back to roll his scrap dough into a flat sheet, delighting in the little chuckle Hob gives as he begins stamping the simple stylized human shapes into his own sheet of dough.

The day passes pleasantly, gingerbread baking fragrantly while they move on to the next biscuit on Hob's planned list; Hob prepares the shortbread dough while Dream monitors time on the oven. It is very much a matter of 'vibes' that lets him pull each tray at exactly the right moment, transferring them to cooling racks, setting the pans aside to be prepared for their next batch. They roll out and cut the lavender lemon rosemary biscuits next, and since Dream is sharing the labor there is plenty of time to make the chocolate candy cane ones as well.

They clean up behind the baking and Hob prepares lunch while the biscuits are all cooling; once they have eaten, they move on to decorating. Dream is given the gingerbread and loses himself in the flow of creativity, piping swirls of colorful icing onto the stars and rounds, applying edible glitter and sugar pearls with a discerning eye while Hob smears chocolate icing and sprinkles crushed candy cane bits on the chocolate biscuits. Together they finish up with the gingerbread men, adding eyes and mouths and clothes in wide variety, each distinctly unique. Dream can feel as they work how Hob's daydreams float and shift around them, how intent has settled into the biscuits at every stage of the process, even here at the end.

He can taste it, as well, when he and Hob sample their work after finishing.

It is little wonder Hob's biscuits are popular at the school's annual function. They are, quite literally, made with love.

When he visits Hob again in February, he is presented with one of the gingerbread men they had made in December, carefully kept in an airtight container.

"Saved the last one for you." Hob winks, and Dream's stomach dips pleasantly.

The biscuit is indeed as good as it had been two months prior, ripe with the care baked into it, sweet and fragrant and satisfying on a level far beyond the physical. Dream nibbles, listens while Hob regales him with the story of the student love letter he'd accidentally intercepted on Valentine's day, basks in the comfortable warmth of Hob's voice and Hob's presence and Hob's home.

And somewhere, deep within the core of himself, he acknowledges the truth that he can taste in the biscuit, even now: that some of the care and the love that have gone into their creation, is very much specifically for him.

= Started: 12/12/24 Drafted: 2/23/25 Posted: 2/28/25

#Fluffbruary 2025 #TJs Fluffbruary #TJs Fics #Sandman #Dreamling

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justacozybug · 2 months ago

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Cozybug Mod Recs: Festivals

I absolutely love the festivals in Stardew, but after several playthroughs the vanilla offerings started to feel a little stale. 1.6 and mods like Canon Friendly Dialogue are great for refreshing existing festivals, but here are some other options for adding new festivals or adding to existing ones! All mods are 1.6 compatible, from Nexusmods.

Unique Winter Star

Winter Star is always such a shot in the dark, isn't it? Maybe you'll get clay, maybe you'll get one (1) blackberry cobbler, maybe you'll get just a confusingly mismatched gift. Not any more, with this mod! With tons of options to choose from, this mod customizes what gifts people give to make it more realistic, as well as adding more dialogue to boot. My favorite part is that you can even add in characters like Krobus and the Dwarf! It also has SVE and RSV patches!!

Ferngill Fashion Festival

Emily lovers, this one is for you! Help Emily live out her dream of being a fashion designer, and set up a new festival that happens in the spring! This one doesn't just happen, you need to make choices and fulfill orders, which makes it that much more satisfying to finally get to. There are even some additional vendors that can appear if you have other mods installed.

Fireworks Festival

I personally love a good asset re-work, and this festival is such a fun take on the Night Market and other vanilla assets! Happening during the summer, there are multiple vendors (many with a clear Japanese inspo), a mini-game, and a festival cutscene. There's also a whole fireworks crafting system I never got far into, but there's depth to explore if you love a good bit of science!

Love Festival

For those whole love love, this festival promises what looks like a Valentine's-inspired experience. Give out and receive love letters, with more rewards and interactions based on your heart levels with the different dateable characters! I haven't given this one a try, and it looks like there may be glitches/bugs to look out for, but I saw it in a playthrough I recently watched and thought it was worth including.

#cozybug mod recs #stardew valley mods #modded stardew valley #sdv mods #modded sdv #stardew valley #sdv #there are several festival mods which we sadly lost in the jump to 1.6 #so I didn't include them here #some have unofficial updates if that's your thing #as well as some festivals which are only available on sites other than nexus

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bg3storage · 10 months ago

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Hello everyone! I've gotten some asks and replies on my Tav gifsets for the mods I use. I wanted to gather up an easy list to navigate and explore. I will update this page as I go on throughout the game so feel free to check for any of the mods I use here.

All credit goes to the amazing modders who are waaaay more talented than me haha. I am simply a graphic designer and gif maker with 0 knowledge of blender. I'm in awe of what they do every day so please support them on nexus or pateron.

Now without further ado...

⋆☁︎｡⋆☾ ﾟ｡⋆ GENERAL ⋆☁︎｡⋆｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Preset: Mantis' House Of The Dragon Presets (Alicent)

Eyes: Eye of the Beholder + Poesielibre's Fancy Eyes Presets (Flaming Contract)

Skin: Astralities' Sublime Skintones (Spring Warmth 07) + Bit Tired 'Round The Eyes - Tattoo Edit

Scars: Unique Tav Custom Appearance + Bhaal Scars For All + Darker Bhaal Scars for All + Vampire Bite Scar

Bangs: Bangs Bangs Everywhere (Ballerina)

⋆☁︎｡⋆☾ ﾟ｡⋆ OUTFITS ⋆☁︎｡⋆｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

✿Escape From the Nautiloid: hair, outfit (mostly for roleplay purposes for durge players)

✿The Journey Begins: hair, outfit, belt

✿Chilling at Camp: hair, dress,

✿Once Upon a Dream: romper + accsessories, flower crown, shoes

✿Nature's Gifts: dress, boots, cape

✿Arrival at the Goblin Camp: hair, outfit

✿Embracing the Urge: outfit, cloak

✿Tiefling Party: hair, dress, flower crown

✿Underdark Trinkets: hair, outfit

✿Underdark Explorer: hair, hat, outfit, boots, cape*

*(it was from the midnight lover's set but it seems it has been deleted, if it ever gets reuploaded i will post the link here)

✿Journey to Moonrise: hat, boots, necklace, outfit, hair

✿Camping in the Shadows: hair, outfit, boots

#bg3 mods #modlist

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ernaizhisi · 1 year ago

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Information about OCs from ’For Whom The Bell Tolls’

Names & Titles;

— Birth name: Wei Cong'er (聰兒) ’brilliant son’ ;

A name given to a firstborn, a daughter, who was expected to be a boy.

— First courtesy name: Wei Zhikong (自控) ’self-control’ ;

A name given to her by Jiang Fengmian, as a reminder of her ability to always stay calm and collected.

— Second courtesy name: Wei Xunzang (殉葬) ’bury smth along with a dead one’

Courtesy should be given by a close people, family members, but she went against rules by choosing it herself. She choose this name a two years after her brother died.

— First & former title: Tiancai-Jun (天才君) ’talanted master’ ;

A short title given to her in her youth for her unique abilities.

— Second & former title: Ernai Zhisi (二奶之死) ’madam death/mistress of death’ ;

Has a double meaning, either as someone, who yields death itself, or a secret lover of the Death. Once again, it was given to her by people.

Weapons;

— A sword, Enyuan (恩怨) ’gratitude and grudges’;

— An erhu, she was gifted with at the Gusu Lan, Huaichun (怀春) ’yearn for love’.

Basic information;

— Height: 189cm, occasionally due to boots 190-192cm;

— Birthday: 11th of November;

— MBTI: ENTP.

Names & Titles;

— Birth name: Wu (吴) 'to speak loudly’ Yue (月) ’moon’;

Name given by parents. He never uses it nowadays.

— Courtesy name: Wu Laohu (隻) ’tiger’;

Wei Xunzang gave his name upon his own request.

— Title: Gexia Dongwu (阁下植物) 'sire of the animals/the one, who rules animals’.

Weapons;

— A flute, Langzhao (朗照) ’to shine brightly’;

— A golden fan with poisoned needles, used as a weapon, Baoyou (保佑) ’a bless/to bless and protect’.

Basic information;

— Height: 170cm;

— Birthday: 1th of the January;

— MBTI: ENTP.

Names & Titles;

— Birth name: Wu Xing (星) 'star';

Name given by parents as well. Loves it deeply, but it is used only by her brother.

— Courtesy name: Wu Yunjin (云堇) ’sunset clouds’;

Wei Xunzang given it to her.

— Title: none.

Quite disappointed about that, especially considering the fact that she is older than her brother, who already has one.

Weapons;

— A bow, Deshi (得失) ’losses and gains’;

— A guqin, Fang Buxia (放不下) ’unable to let go’.

Basic Information;

— Height: 160cm;

— Birthday: 12th of July;

— MBTI: ISTJ.

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Tucson Roadrunners x Country Night 2025 T-Shirt

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Desert Heat Meets Hockey Cool: The Tucson Roadrunners x Country Night 2025 T-Shirt

Where Western Swagger Rides with Ice Rink Fire

Every team has its traditions. Every city has its culture. But when the two come together in harmony, something extraordinary happens. That’s exactly what you get with the Tucson Roadrunners x Country Night 2025 T-Shirt—a striking fusion of the Southwest’s rustic charm and the unrelenting spirit of professional hockey.

This isn’t just a commemorative tee for a themed night—it’s a full-blown celebration of desert grit, cowboy roots, and hockey pride, rolled into one head-turning, heat-ready garment. Whether you’re a puck-chasing die-hard, a country music lover, or a proud Arizonan, this shirt brings the best of your worlds together in style.

Design That Paints the Desert with Personality

The design of this Country Night T-Shirt is nothing short of brilliant. From the moment your eyes land on it, you’re transported to a world where cactus silhouettes and slapshots coexist under the same setting sun. The sandy tan base instantly evokes desert landscapes, while the rich, rust-red accents channel the fiery tones of Tucson’s sunsets and rodeo grounds.

Front and center, a cowboy-hatted version of the Roadrunners mascot commands attention, holding his stick like he’s about to wrangle pucks instead of cattle. Beneath him, bold white text proudly reads “TUCSON ROADRUNNERS,” giving the team name the prominent place it deserves.

On the back, the action kicks up a notch. The same roadrunner—now fully suited up and in stride—skates across a dusty plain, hockey stick slung low and determination in his eyes. He looks like he just dashed off the blue line and into a Clint Eastwood film. The red desert terrain continues across the hem, dotted with minimalist cacti and rock formations that add an extra layer of southwestern storytelling.

It’s not just a theme—it’s an atmosphere, captured in cotton.

Comfort Built for the Stands, the Streets, and the Stampede

This shirt doesn’t just look like a good time—it feels like one too. Crafted from a breathable cotton-poly blend, the fabric is soft to the touch yet durable enough to endure rowdy goal celebrations, tailgates, and rodeo nights. The lightweight feel makes it ideal for Arizona’s warmer climate, while still layering comfortably under flannel or denim when the desert night cools.

The fit is athletic yet forgiving—perfectly in line with the casual energy of Country Night. The ribbed collar in matching red adds a pop of contrast and structure, keeping the shirt looking sharp whether you’re in the arena or two-stepping at a post-game party.

A Love Letter to Tucson's Spirit

More than anything, this shirt is a tribute to Tucson itself. It’s a wearable nod to a place where country music echoes through the canyons, where fans cheer with boots on, and where hockey is embraced with open arms and sun-baked passion. This is more than team merch—it’s a declaration: “This is our town, our team, our tradition.”

It captures the personality of a city that doesn’t try to fit the mold—it breaks it. Tucson is wild. It's proud. It's unpredictable. And the Roadrunners embody that spirit perfectly. This shirt ties all those emotions into one cohesive and exciting visual statement.

It’s something you wear not just because you support the team—but because you want to show the world where you come from and what you stand for.

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Whether you’re looking to complete your Country Night collection, rep the team in a uniquely southwestern way, or gift a fellow fan something unforgettable, the Tucson Roadrunners x Country Night 2025 T-Shirt delivers on every level.

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Because some shirts just rep a team. This one? It reps a whole way of life.

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