last bouquet


The year that Tiffany Aching danced with the Wintersmith, there was a hard frost in Ankh-Morpork the night of May the 19th.

For the most part, it went unnoticed. There was no snow, and, unlike on the surrounding plains, people didn’t grow many things in the city. That was part of the problem, Sam Vimes learned as he sat through meeting after interminable meeting. Anhk-Morpork imported its food, and at the moment the crops that were supposed to be feeding the city in a few months were out freezing in their fields. He listened to Lord Vetinari and the Guild leaders and some panicked representatives from the Sto Plains talk about supply chains and international imports and which crops could still be re-sown until his ears ached.

As he marched home that night, he didn’t notice that every lilac he passed was shedding, green buds that had just been beginning to swell when the frost hit littering the ground at his feet. He didn’t notice until he woke up on the 25th of May and realized with a jolt that he hadn’t smelled a single lilac the previous day. Normally, the city was thick with the scent and he did his best to ignore it until the day when he couldn’t.

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Assistant to the Captain pt. 4

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: slow burn, language, alcohol

A/N: another part for you all. i said this was slow burn and i’m staying true to that haha. hope you all enjoy!

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Part 3



You’d almost forgotten it was Saturday until you got to the mall. It was packed full of people, families, couples on dates. It took a couple stores until you found a dress that you thought would be appropriate. It was black and came up to your mid thigh. The front was very conservative but the back was very open and ended with a straight line. But it exposed a great deal of your back. It was form fitting in the bust but when it reached your waist, it puffed out. The folds of fabric in the front gave it a bit of dimension. It was perfect.

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The King of the Royal Flush, PJ! Woo, only one more to go after that

For @royalflushstories. Seriously, one of the best pieces of literature i’ve ever had to chance to read.

Royal Flush: 10, Jack, Queen, King, Ace, Joker

The End|Optional Bias Scenario

A/N - I couldn’t sleep last night, so this happened. I hope you all still remember us and this blog ♥ Our exams are almost suffocating but we will be more active soon! Love you all!
- Admin Ayu

Genre: Angst
Plot: You’re terminal and your husband is cheating on you, so you decide to let him go for good.
POV: First Person
Word Count: 832

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anonymous asked:

byakuran and dino trying to win back their woman

‌• Byakuran isn’t going to try and win you back right away. Cause no matter what it is he did, even if it was something as horrible as cheating, he doesn’t see why you had to have a piss fit and leave him like that. So at first he’s gonna be having the mindset that he shouldn’t have to go after you, cause you’re the one in the wrong here. And there’s another part of him that’s also like, hey, whatever! I don’t need you! I can get any other woman I want, you don’t mean anything. But really, he just expects you’ll come back on your own. You’ll soon realize you’re kicking a fuss for nothing and you miss him so you’ll just come back and apologize on your own. And then he can forgive you and everything can go back to normal.
‌• But as more and more time goes on and you still haven’t come running back to him he starts to have doubts. Maybe you won’t actually come back. Maybe you’re waiting on him. Maybe you’ve found someone else. Just the thought of you with another man or woman sets his blood to boiling. He’s thinking about you almost every moment of every day, wondering what you’re doing and why you still aren’t here and he just doesn’t understand what’s going on. He needs you to come back. You’re ruining every day of his because he can’t focus on anything wondering what you’ve been up to without him.
‌• Byakuran has to see you. He contemplates just trying to call you or text you or Skype you, but there are too many chances for you to just not pick up, and he doesn’t have the time for that. Besides that he wants to see what you’re doing, what you’ve been up to, and if there is someone new in your life he wants to be able to get them the heck out right then and there. So he shows up uninvited to your house, stops you from slamming the door in his face and forces himself in. And then, instead of offering up any apology, he just goes “Alright, ______-chan, you’ve played this silly game of yours long enough. Don’t you think it’s about time you came home?”
‌• And he had always just expected you to nod and go along with him. But of course you didn’t. And instead you’re yelling at him, telling him that you can’t keep putting up with whatever it was he did to make you leave in the first place, and that you won’t go back unless he decides to change, which you know he’ll never do. And he keeps up arguing back that he didn’t do anything wrong and you were being a baby. And then you push him out of your house and slam the door in his face.
‌• He’s just confused. He doesn’t understand what he did wrong. He stomps back home in a temper and just paces his room as he tries to work through everything you said and figure out what’s wrong here. What the heck did he do? He doesn’t understand. He can’t sleep, tossing and turning in bed, mind running a hundred miles a minute.
‌• And then the most extravagant of gifts start showing up at your door. He especially loves sending flowers. You’ll get enough bouquets in the next week to fill your entire living room. He’ll send you your favorite candy, these beautifully expensive dresses, jewelry, anything and everything you could ever want. None of them have any notes on it, and you don’t see anything of him during this week of gifts. You don’t even think you see any spies he might have watching you, and you’ve been looking for them pretty hard.
‌• The last bouquet he delivers himself. And this time you don’t slam the door in his face, mostly because you’re just so surprised. And he tells you, in the most romantic way he can think of, that he loves you, every bit of you, and he’s incredibly sorry about what he did and that he will change. All he wants is for you to take him back, because he can’t live without you.
‌• There are a lot of things he could’ve done to push you away, but if you were annoyed with him for something silly, like you didn’t like how childish he could act sometimes, or you didn’t like how he killed people so often, he won’t actually change. That’s just a part of who he is. He’ll just try to tone it down or hide it when you’re around. But if it was something big, like he cheated on you, then he will probably legitimately not do it again. Because he had hid it the first time and you’d found him then, so he probably can’t get away with it again. And if he messes up like that again, he knows you’ll be gone for good. But honestly, with Byakuran, he’ll probably forget all about this incident. So maybe 5, 10 years from now he’ll forget all about it and might, just might, cheat again. In which case you find out and leave him just like he should’ve expected, and this time he can’t find you.

‌• Dino will feel like absolute shit. No matter what it was that made you leave, he knows it’s his fault and he hurt you really badly and he never wanted to hurt you like that, he loves you. He’ll really just wallow, at first. He won’t even think of trying to win you back, because he feels he doesn’t deserve you anyway. He’ll end up drinking a lot, and even going to the club or bar and picking up random chicks. It only makes him feel 100x worse, though. He’s only thinking of you, and this person is definitely not you. He’ll throw them pretty rudely out of his house if he took them there, though usually it’s either his car or even the restroom at wherever he found them. He’ll still throw them out really rudely. And he starts to cry afterwards, because he feels like this is just reinforcing the idea that you left him because he’s a pile of trash and you deserve better anyway.
‌• So he’s really conflicted, he wants to go after you, because he just really can’t live without you, but he doesn’t think he deserves you. So in the end he doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t go after you. He just hopes you have a better life, that you’re happy without him, because he certainly isn’t happy without you.
‌• He really can’t seem to keep away from you, though. He needs to see you. He knows where you’ve been staying recently, so he hides outside your place and waits for you to leave. He watches you walk to the grocery store. You stop and talk to this woman with a dog, and you just look so happy when you’re petting that puppy; he forgot how much he loved your smile. He almost follows you into the store, he has this almost overwhelming urge to run up to you and fall on his knees and apologize, he just wants you back, but he doesn’t. He leaves instead. He was too nervous, and he really didn’t want you to see him like this. 
‌• He struggles like this for a while. He really convinces himself he shouldn’t see you, that he should leave you alone and that you were better off without him. But it was so hard! You were on his mind every second of every day. He was getting near to no sleep, and the bit he did get he was plagued with nightmares of you. It was you with other men or woman, so happy without him. Or it was you crying alone in your room after finding out he’d cheated on you, regardless of whether that actually happened or not. It was you leaving him. He hated going to sleep. He hated his dreams. It only made him feel worse about himself, a reminder that you were gone and he didn’t deserve you and it had been him that pushed you away.
‌• He starts to put his everything into his work. He gets pretty ruthless, too, often taking upon himself jobs he’d usually relegate to one of his subordinates. He needs something to take his mind off things, and it only helps for a little while. As soon as he’s alone again he’s thinking of you. It’s difficult. He’s trying so hard to forget about you.
‌• One night, he just falls apart. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t live without you. He knows he’s being selfish but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care if you’re happier without him, if he’s a pile of shit that doesn’t deserve anything happy in his life, he needs you. It’s late, and he surprisingly hasn’t even had much to drink that night, but he doesn’t care. He goes to your house, and knocks loudly at your door. As soon as you open the door, rubbing sleep from your eyes, he falls to his knees and starts crying. He begs for your forgiveness. He tells you he can’t live without you, that you’re his everything, and he’ll never, ever, do anything to hurt you like that ever again. He’ll make sure you’re cared for, he’ll buy you anything you could ever want, he’ll never hurt you again. He repeats that bit quite a few times. And he repeats often how sorry he is. He won’t stop talking until you kneel down in front of him and touch him. Maybe you grab his arm, pet his hair, touch his hand, just get his attention somehow. And he’s surprised, and he looks up at you even though he can barely see through the tears, and you tell him calm down, it’s okay, I forgive you.
‌• You have to pull him into your arms for a hug yourself, cause he’s too shocked to move. He would’ve never dreamed you’d actually take him back. He doesn’t stop crying, or telling you how much he loves you. You were the only good thing in his life, he’ll say, and he just can’t bear to continue without you.
‌• He never again in all his life do whatever it was that pushed you away. He couldn’t bear to have you leave him again. Because if he did, and you did leave him again, he really didn’t think he’d be able to go on living. He won’t take the chance. And he shouldn’t have hurt you like that to begin with.

anonymous asked:

hello, i'd like to request a minghao flowershop!au please :)

- you’re on your way to buy flowers because your friend jisoo is sick
- of course he didn’t tell anyone he was sick because he didn’t want anyone to worry and then fainted on the spot like really jisoo TELL US WHEN YOU’RE SICK YOU’D MAKE US WORRY EITHER WAY
- so you walk into this humble little flower shop and the first thing you see
- is the cutest boy ever standing at the counter
- he greets you the moment you step into the shop and it takes you a second to regain your thoughts and greet him back
- please imagine minghao with an apron on and a white daisy tucked behind his ear
- you go around the shop admiring every bouquet, and they’re all so healthy and vibrant and beautiful
- you pick one up and you think yes. jisoo loves these colors he’s going to love this one
- when suddenly someone asks “do you need any help?”
- you jump at the sound of the voice and turn around to see the cute boy from the counter just inches away from your face
- you shyly take a step back and say “o-oh hi! no i’m good, thank you. i’m just buying a bouquet for my friend”
- the boy looks down at the flowers in your hands and says with a sympathetic expression on his face “i… i’m really sorry for your loss”
- you’re like…… what
- you look down at the flowers in your hands and say “… i guess this bouquet doesn’t mean get well soon huh”
- and the boy laughs and his voice is cute and soft and you’re dead the flowers might as well be for you
- he says “daisies are what you’re looking for.” and he points at the white daisy sitting behind his ear
- so he leads you to where you can find bouquets with daisies in them, and you pick one out that smells so good with soft colors like jisoo’s soft personality
- “good thing i stopped you before you gave him that last bouquet” the boy laughs and you laugh too
- you say “thanks for saving me!! i really appreciate it”
- after wrapping a light purple ribbon around the plastic, he gives you the bouquet and says “i hope your friend gets better”
- and after saying thank you, you leave the shop and the boy is on your mind but you’re like oh well that’s it i’m never going to see him again
- one week after buying the flowers for jisoo, seungkwan tells everyone he’ll be coming back from jeju later on tonight and your friends all have welcome back gifts except for you
- seungkwan’s honestly the easiest person to shop for because he gets excited and happy over almost ANYTHING so you settle for…. flowers!!
- because it’s simple NOT because you wanted to see that cute boy again ahahah…….
- you liar
- so you enter the shop and the boy, who’s watering some flowers turns around and says “welcome—oh, it’s you again!!”
- and you’re like OMG HE REMEMBERS ME and you calmly make your way over to him
- he says “so what do you need for today?” and you tell him that oh yeah my friend is coming back after being away for like four weeks and we’re all throwing him a welcome back party
- and he immediately gets to work. he asks you questions like “so describe your friend. is he more on the shy side? or extroverted? cheerful? soft-hearted?” and by the end of your visit he puts together a bouquet that’s even more beautiful than the last one you bought
- when he’s done he says “i put in yellow roses the most because they mean welcome back, and i’m sure you’ve all missed him while he was gone”
- you’re like “thank you, you saved me a second time. without you, i probably would’ve picked up a bouquet that meant you’re the worst lmao”
- and he says “so you really don’t know the meaning of flowers??” and you say no because idk flowers have always interested you but you never really found the time to learn their meanings
- after your explanation, he picks out a yellow daffodil from a nearby bucket and hands it to you and says “your first homework is to find out what this flower means and let me know if you figured it out the next time you come here”
- and you wordlessly take the flower and nod because YES EXCUSES TO SEE HIM
- he says “i’m minghao, by the way. it’s nice to meet you.” and you tell him your name and leave the shop, already excited for your next visit
- seungkwan’s welcome back party goes well as planned but before you know it, you’re in font of your laptop looking for the flower and its meaning
- you discover that it’s a yellow daffodil and it means “new beginnings”
- you immediately look for excuses to go back to the flower shop like “HEY WHO WANTS A FLOWER IT’S ON ME” but the boys are like why tf would we want flowers at least offer to buy us coffee or something
- you’re like fine well if no one wants a flower i’ll just get one for myself and are you really going to spend money on a flower just to see minghao again??
- yes. yes you are
- so you get there and minghao’s face just lights up the second he sees you enter the shop and he says “so have you finished your homework?”
- and you say “yes actually!! you gave me a yellow daffodil which means new beginnings!!” and he’s so proud of you for getting it right
- he then says “so what’s the occasion? what flower are you looking for?” and you just freeze because you didn’t plan this far ahead and you just stutter “uhhh my friend is….. sad!! yeah he’s really sad so flowers would cheer him up right??”
- and minghao makes you a custom bouquet and you watch him make it and he’s so handsome and cute
- you notice the way his ears stick out cutely, and how gently he handles the flowers, and how each one has to be placed perfectly so they can be noticed and admired by the person receiving them
- and in the end when he tells you your total you’re like….. omfg i’m CRAZY i’m spending so much money just to see this boy
- when you hand him the money he says he hopes your friends feel better and you say thank you and wave goodbye
- but he suddenly cries out “wait!!” and he runs over to you before you step out the door. he hands you an orange rose and says “here’s your homework for next time” and you take it and promise to be back
- when you get home, you put the bouquet of flowers in a vase and discover that orange roses mean “fascination” and you’re like woah. i’m actually learning things
- you become a regular customer at the flower shop and eventually you come by just to hang out and talk to minghao, but you of course don’t leave without your homework
- you know, just to keep him company in the lonely little flower shop
- and also because you might have a little crush on him
- but one day while watering all the flowers minghao gave you….. something just….. clicked
- yellow daffodil: new beginnings. the start of your friendship??
- orange rose: fascination. interested in you??
- iris: your friendship means a lot to me. you and his friendship??
- and every flower has some kind of meeting related to your visits!?!?! does this MEAN….
- you get to the most recent flower and it’s a purple lilac which means
- “i think i’m in love with you”
- but these past few weeks with minghao have been so fun?? you could be yourself around him and you could talk about anything and he’s cute and perfect and just….
- you want to confess to him, you know, take a CHANCE
- but how you may ask??
- you confess to him in the language of FLOWERS
- so the next day when you go to the flower shop, minghao greets you like always and when he bends down to pick up a coin he dropped while counting the cash that morning, you quickly pick up a specific flower from a nearby basket
- you walk up to the counter and minghao says “so… do you know what a purple lilac means?”
- and you say “I do BUT…. it’s MY turn to assign you some work. in fact, i’ll give you a little quiz right now” and you cringe at your own words like why didn’t i just keep my mouth shut WHY AM I SO EMBARRASSING
- you hold out the flower you were hiding behind your back and it’s a red rose and you say “since you already know the meaning of flowers…. you should know what this means. or you know…. what i mean….”
- minghao’s eyes go wide when it clicks and
- he turns as red as the rose you’re holding
- he quickly plucks a flower from a nearby bucket and it’s a yellow daffodil
- he asks “do you remember what this one means?”
- you nod and say with a smile “new beginnings” and he nods his head and places the flower in your hair and he slowly leans in…..
- and he kisses you!!
- “new beginnings” aka new relationship, new chapter, new love story, GET IT
- for your first date, minghao takes you to a garden and he tells you about the meanings of all the beautiful flowers and you love seeing how happy he looks while talking about them
- when he’s mad at you he speaks to you in flowers and you’re like I DON’T UNDERSTAND JUST TALK TO ME
- he surprises you with bouquets all the time and
- florist minghao is just the cutest

i love flower shop au’s, thank you for your request!! ^^

perks of dating me
  • hold your hand (all the time)
  • send you songs that remind me of you
  • cook for you
  • cook with you
  • buy you potted plants (because they last longer than bouquets)
  • quietly and efficiently eliminate your enemies
  • hug you from behind
  • play with your hair
  • milkshake dates
  • lots of walks through pretty areas
Send You Roses When They Think You Need To Smile

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary:  Sequel to Someone Buy Me Roses (x). Request fic for @thedarkarrow. “I saw your post about desolation row!gerard making puns and can you actually write that I would be so happy”. 

Gerard had promised you he would buy all your roses. But, you were still surprised when, two days later, he showed up in front of the shop in a fast-looking black car.

“I wanted to ride my motorcycle, but I needed the trunk space to fit all these damn flowers,” the punk shrugged in greeting.

“You have a motorcycle?” you asked, still in disbelief that he’d actually kept his word. He was a riot-starting bad boy with a warrant. To be honest, you’d half expected to never see him again.

“Yeah, I’d love to take you for a ride sometime,” Gerard grinned, taking a drag on his cigarette as he hoisted the last flower arrangement into the back of the vehicle.

“Any other flowers you’d like to take off my hands?” you asked, happy to be seeing the last of your rose bouquets. They’d been on the shelf so long that they were starting to wilt.

“Well,” Gerard smirked, exhaling a cloud of smoke, “I would like to de-flower you.”

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anonymous asked:

can you do more jealous!daryl? it's my fav trope! i love your fics sm

Jealous Daryl is my fav too. And thank you lovely, enjoy! 

That ‘king’ was really beginning to get under his skin, like nails down a chalk board kind of way. 

Daryl had gone back to The Kingdom to tie up arrangements for the war, to make sure everything and everyone was set to go. 

He could have done this in just the one day (if he was being honest with himself) but instead he’d stayed three days, giving him the time to visit a particular silver haired friend. 

He knew Ezekiel was fond of her, hell Richard made that clear, but he was coming to realize the extent of that fondness the more time he spent around the man. 

On the first day of his visit he’d walked over to find two of his knights saddling up their horses, baskets of food attached to the sides. 

“Make sure the fair maiden takes these, she’ll persist but I know she’ll eventually cave,” he heard Ezekiel say making him roll his eyes with annoyance. 

“She don’t need no damn food,” he muttered as an opening welcome to get Ezekiel’s attention.

“Welcome friend,” Ezekiel greeted before explaining, “and I’m just assuring she’ll never have a need for any.” 

“Yeah well she can take care of herself,” he muttered, “don’t need no king to help her.”

“My intentions are all good dear friend,” the king told Daryl, an almost challenging look on his face.

Daryl shrugged it off with a grunt wanting to move on to more pressing matters, the tension quickly forgotten. 

Carol was mentioned by Ezekiel much more than he was comfortable with that day, even going as far as asking the nature of the relationship between himself and Carol.

“None of ya damn business that’s what it is,” Daryl growled in response, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise in defence.  

The king seemed to decipher his answer for a moment before nodding, a satisfied smile coming across his mouth, “forgive me, I don’t mean to pry, I still have lots to learn about that intriguing yet elusive woman.”

“Yeah well why don’t ya focus on the problem at hand first ‘fore ya go round chasin’ tail ya ain’t ever gonna catch,” he snapped.

His words were far more direct than he was used to leaving him wondering where that outburst had come from.

“I see Carol is a particularly sensitive subject,” Ezekiel replied calmly, “one I shall be sure to avoid for the rest of your stay, I don’t wish to quarrel.”

Daryl gave an abrupt nod and turned on his heel, saying in few words that he’d see him again tomorrow.  

The next day came around and Daryl mentioned to Ezekiel that he’d be going to visit Carol that evening and so wouldn’t be around to discuss matters of the upcoming war.  

Ezekiel nodded in what Daryl thought was understanding, he didn’t question his motives any further, good. However apparently he was wrong. He approached her house later that day he saw the very same man stood on her porch, an extravagant bunch of flowers in his hand. 

Mother fucker,” Daryl growled under his breath, sticking to the tree line to remain hidden. 

From where he was crouched he saw Carol with an unamused expression on her face, her hip tilted as he hand came out to rest on it. 

He was too far to hear the nature of the conversation but there was enough body language that he got the idea. 

Carol took the flowers eventually, impatiently waving one hand at him to follow her in, the door shutting behind him.

Daryl could feel the white burning anger building up in him, that fucker knew he was coming to see Carol and he had the nerve to ruin that. The fact that Carol invited him in made him all the more angry, he never thought she’d be the type to fall for cheesy words and a bunch of fucking flowers. He stood up from where he was crouched, pacing back and forth as his eyes burned holes through the door. He had half a mind to go up and rip the door off the hinges, but he was too scared at what he’d find. Ezekiel wasn’t subtle with his advances, quite the opposite in fact. Maybe she liked that, being courted by a gentleman, hell Daryl weren’t no gentleman, couldn’t be even if he tried. She deserved a gentleman sure, but shit if he wasn’t happy about it. That king knew exactly what he was doing, he was slyer than she knew. 

Daryl jumped back down in the foliage as the door swung open again, Ezekiel stepping out, saying something to her before picking her hand up in his, leaving a second to long kiss there. 

Carol’s expression was hard to read from this distance, had she liked that? 

His mind was in overdrive by the time Ezekiel was finally out of sight and her door was closed once again. His feet dragged him straight to her porch before he’d even thought about it. His hand coming down to bang on her door, his aggression making the door rattle on his hinges.

“Christ Ezekiel you trying to break the door do-” the sentence died on her lips as she was faced with someone that was not Ezekiel.

“Yeah I’m sorry ya king went back off to his kingdom, ya stuck with the peasant,” he muttered sarcastically, not exactly the greeting he was going for after not seeing her for weeks.

Carol frowned for a moment, thrilled to see him but thrown by his anger, “Daryl you’re not- I mean- what are you doing here?”

“Oh so he’s allowed to grace you with his presence no questions asked but I gotta get a the third degree, jesus give me a fuckin’ break,” he grumbled bitterly brushing past her into the warmth of her home.

“Well hell-fucking-o to you too,” she said sharply, closing the the door behind him.

Daryl sighed, he knew he was being a dick but fuck he couldn’t help it. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled half-heatedly.

“What’s up your ass?” she asked bluntly, putting a kettle over the fire to heat them a drink.

“Nothin’, it’s…” he trailed off as he scanned the room. There was very little difference to last time only the bouquet of flowers Ezekiel had brought her was now arranged in a vase on her table. God that wasn’t helping, “fuck.”

“What?” Carol questioned, putting her hands on her hips, glaring at him accusingly.

That glare got under his skin like nothing else, fuelling the already roaring fire.

“Just didn’t realise you’d cozied up the ol’ king since my last visit,” his voice almost sounding like Merle’s as he let his accent flow through,

“Cozied up?” Carol was confused to all hell right now, her eyes flickering to the flowers that Daryl had previously noticed, “cause of the flowers? Seriously? Daryl.”

“Well ya don’t give a girl flowers cause ya want her to be ya friend,” he growled, a deep rumble coming from within his chest, “and I sure as hell don’t let any of my friends kiss my hand goodbye,” he continued pointing at her accusingly.

A smirk was on Carol’s face now as her eyes swept over his angry form.

“The hell ya smilin’ bout?” he snapped, his arm dropping back to his side.

“You’re jealous,” Carol said simply, still smiling in amusement.

“Wha-” he was thrown off by her accusation, “I ain’t jealous of some pompous king.”

“But you are,” Carol said her usual teasing coming out to taunt him, she took a step toward him before speaking again. “You may not be jealous of the ‘pompous king’ as a person but you’re certainly jealous that he’s awfully friendly with me.”

“The hell ya mean awfully friendly?” he asked before he could stop himself. Shit. “I ain’t jealous,” he reiterated. 

Her head tilted to the side, raising an unconvinced brow at him. 

“If you say so.”

“I ain’t.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Whad’ ya mean by awfully friendly?” he couldn’t help himself.

Carol shot him a grin, closing the last of the space between them, her hands coming out to smooth the collar of his shirt down as she talks, her eyes focused on the stitching. “I mean he comes, tries to buy me over with food, flowers, wine, books, anything he thinks I’ll like. I tell him thank you, he insists on kissing me on the hand, I send him away, there’s no feelings of reciprocation if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She dares a glance up at him, gauging his reaction before making any further moves.

“He knew I was comin’ tonight, did it to piss me off,” he grunted, his voice soft now.

“Clearly it worked,” she spoke, “you ready to admit you were jealous yet?”

He shifted on his feet, her touch burning and soothing him all at the same time as her hands ran the expanse of his shoulders.

“I might’ve been, a bit,” he admitted, his voice barely about a hoarse whisper, “just don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

“Don’t lie,” Carol warned lightly, her hands sliding down his arms, stopping at his wrists,  “that may have been part of it, but it wasn’t the only reason. I’m not asking you to bare all to me but don’t down play what’s really going on here.” 

He looked at her with a heated gaze, fuck she was beautiful. And yet, he still couldn’t find the words he wanted to tell her, this slow burn, it would continue at the same agonising pace till he grew some balls. 

She went to drop his wrists as he failed to give her a response, his hands jumping out quickly to lace her fingers with his own, his thumb grazing the length of hers back and forth. 

Right now this is all he had, and god he hoped it was enough, he had a war to fight, he wasn’t going to leave her here with unfulfilled promises and words that didn’t mean a damn thing if he wasn’t able to act on them. 

A whisper of a smile tugged at her mouth, taking all he had to offer, it was enough, it was always enough. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous Dixon,” she teased, feeling his finger draw circles against the back of her hand.

“Stop,” he muttered, a soft snort escaping him.

Just Like That

Chapter Three

(Chapter Two)

Pairing: Natan

Rating: Mature (for later chapters)

A/N: Sorry it took six million years. This chapter’s a little bit shorter but the next one should make up for that (hopefully)!

“Darling, so it goes. Some things were meant to be.”

—Elvis Presley, “Can’t Help Falling in Love”


 The city stank of garbage, hot asphalt, and a strange combination of body odor and an overabundance of fragrance spray. But tucked into her little corner of the world, it smelled of fresh cut gardenias, daisies, roses, lilies, and so many more.

Natalie let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding, her nose smoothing out from the distasteful scrunch she was almost certain she’d unconsciously walked through the entire city with.

As often as she was here, she never grew used to the stench of Manhattan. It smelled awful to her sensitive nose and her only reprieve was her small flower shop.

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「 幸せが訪れるその時… 」 
“Happiness will come to you…”

“Love fills the infinite.”

the GazettE HERESY LIMITED TOUR17, 14.4.2017, SENDAI PIT Setlist

01 Beautiful 5 [shit]ers
02 ~zetsu~
03 Back drop Junkie [Nancy]
- MC -
04 Sugar Pain
05 Toguro [蜷局]
06 Last bouquet
07 Sumire [菫]
08 Shiikureta Haru, Kawarenu Haru [飼育れた春、変われぬ春]?
- MC -
09 The Social Riot Mashine$
10 [DIS]
11 Wife [ワイフ]
12 Maximum Impulse
13 LINDA ~candydive pinky heaven~
14 Akai One Piece [赤いワンピース]
15 Sentimental na Onigokko [センチメンタルな鬼ごっこ]
- MC -
16 Ruder
17 Kantou Dogeza Kumiai [関東土下座組合]
- ENCORE 2 -
18 Haru ni Chirikeri, Mi wa Kareru de Gozaimasu [春ニ散リケリ、身ハ枯レルデゴザイマス] 

cr. mika_11x17

anonymous asked:

Domestic gency headcannons?

-It takes them both a bit of time to adjust to each other’s cooking/eating habits. Mercy ends up building a stronger tolerance for spicy foods because of Genji’s cooking style, but Genji still needs to add TONS of cream and sugar and hazelnut syrup to Mercy’s coffee because holy shit was it possible for coffee to be this strong???
-Genji and Mercy like having fresh flowers around the apartment. They usually have to get bouquets that last a long time like sunflowers.
-Mercy has a bookshelf in the apartment and Genji often takes one of her books with him to read on the Orca for a mission. He looks out for the books with creases on the spine and dog ears so he can tell she’s read them more than once.
-Mercy often falls asleep on Genji’s shoulder while they’re watching movies together. She usually wakes up once the credits start rolling, but sometimes he’ll carry her to bed princess-style.

starmienight  asked:

Happy Birthday Mizuki!!!!!!! How about a Gintama crossover!!! Gin tries to make Sadaharu like him, (trying to impress Kagome) only for it to backfire on him. I think this was a headcanon?

Thank you for the birthday wishes, lovely. It’s been a while since we have had Gintama! I was just telling my sister yesterday it’s my top one favorite anime of all-time, and she wondered why after she caught me watching the snowboarding episode…

“Okay!” Displaying his index finger in front of the dog’s eyes, Gintoki held back his sigh. “We going through this one. Last. Time!” Swaying the bouquet of flowers in front of him, Gintoki’s grin stretched. “When Kagome walks in, you are going to hold the bouquet in your mouth and flash it just like that!”

This had to be the last time they tried it. It had to be! Not wanting to look at the pile of trashed, burned, and destroyed bouquets at the corner of the room, Gintoki was sure all he was having for dinner was salt - if there was even any. But after hearing Otae’s and Otose’s advice about ‘love’, he decided to give it a shot.

He still denied the fact he was in ‘love’, but Kagome, their newest addition to the broke-Yorozuya family, had told him he lacked romance. Not to mention she had admitted he lacked everything in a man.

What the hell is that supposed to even mean!?’ He huffed, crossing his arms. He was going to show her the man he was as he took off his clothing, but that made him wake up in an alley right next to Hasegawa.

“Yosh!” He nodded, looking at Sadaharu once more. “You know the plan right?” He placed both hands on either side of the dog’s face, pushing in his cheeks. “I know you don’t listen to me, but this is for Ka. Go. Me. Okay? You like her, right?”

Sadaharu blinked back.

“I know you do! Don’t act dumb!” He shouted. “We have something in common! We both like her!”

His plan was simple. Kagome’s heart turned into pudding whenever she saw a dog, and Sadaharu was a person Kagome took care of really well. ‘More than me… she feeds the dog more than me!’ Then again, he sighed, she did not have the obligation to take care of him.

But attention and pampering was appreciated it once in a while!

So why not use Sadaharu to charm Kagome? He planned to tell Kagome he had trained Sadaharu, and had gained the dog’s blessing. In fact, he even had a sign ready to hang around the dog’s neck that said ‘Gintoki and Kagome number one shipper! Just do it!’

“It’s perfect.” Chuckling at himself, he gave Sadaharu the bouquet. Gintoki quickly jolted in place as he heard the sliding door of his home open.

“Gintoki-san? Are you here?”

“Ah!” Gintoki whispered. “Kagome is already here?!” Turning his back on Sadaharu, he waited patiently for her to appear in the main room. “Just like how we rehearsed, Sadaharu!”

“Gintoki-san, Otose-san has a job for you.” Stepping inside the living room, Kagome had no time to blink at the sight of Sadaharu roughly slapping the bouquet beside the samurai’s head and throwing him across the room. “G-Gintoki-san…?” She finally blinked as Sadaharu came forward and handed her flowers that now only were stems. “Are these for me, Sadaharu?”

He barked.

Slowly coming back up from the knock out, Gintoki glared at the - smirking - dog. “Damn dog…”