#also i need to hold tulip gently in my arms

[girlkisserr]

handful of octopi (featuring singular squid)

Raviyoli - ravioli_slices (Instagram) Tulip - @lushroome Aero - @thundercompass Tori - TommyBoi (Artfight)

[ichore]

SWEET LAMB - PRIEST!TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: reader is a junior sister under father fushiguro's care, and the priest will do everything in his power to turn the innocent sweet lamb into a perfect woman of god

tags, warnings: modern au, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, toji is a priest, reader is a naive sister but not a virgin, sacrilege, p -> v, cunnilingus, teasing, MINORS DNI, no aftercare

a/n: @/rottiens 😌✌️

Sweet lamb is what he calls you as he gently holds his hand against your jaw, his fingers delicately squishing your cheeks. The soft of his thumb runs along the line of your lips that you've bitten raw during the nights when you had unholy thoughts of Father Toji Fushiguro.

First, it was the feeling of his large palm resting on your lower back as he welcomed you into his church while excitement bubbled in your stomach regarding your new learning experiences as a nun, as a woman of God. Toji's fingers found the curve of your hip when the sudden turn on the candlelit hallway led you to your frugal room. Your eyes immediately found the black cross hung above your bed on the white wall, the spring green of the grass, and the vibrant pink of the freshly bloomed tulips in the garden were right ahead your window.

"I can't even express how grateful I am for allowing me stay at your church, Father Fushiguro." you turned around, finding him mere inches from you as his green gaze was studying your features.

"You're most welcome, but if you wanna stay here, we'll have to call each other by first names." his scarred lips curved into a slight smirk at the sight of your surprise, and his hands embraced yours into a prayer. "I'll make you a perfect child of God you desire to be, that's a promise. Supper is in thirty minutes, you can find fresh clothes and towels in the closet if you need any."

"Thank you, Father Toji."

It did not take much time for you to hear the other junior sisters' gospel about Father. Even if you did not want to indulge in such things, it was hard to not pay attention to whispers during lunch and dinner at the cafeteria.

"They say he was a soldier, that's how he got his scar. He was said to be one of the best." one said.

"They also say he was disowned by his family, and he took his wife's name, but she passed away while he was on deployment- which is why he turned to God."

It made sense, you thought as you watched him from afar; his raven black hair falling on his pale forehead, his strands tickling the width of his nape as he got another spoonful of his food. Despite his large chasuble, it was obvious he was an enormous, muscular man. Whenever his large hands clasped yours, you felt yourself grow weak and tiny while strength and warmth seeped through his pale skin.

One night you could not sleep, you twisted and turned in your bed for hours before you finally decided to take a walk in the nearly empty church. As always, it was before the altar where you felt the bottomless tranquility find you once more, so you got on your knees with your elbows against the bench as you began to pray to God to chase away Toji Fushiguro from your mind. Perhaps it was God's joke to make that man appear right in front of you that night.

"Trouble sleeping?" you jumped a little, not even noticing him walking up behind you. To your even bigger surprise, it made him laugh. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny, you nearly made me have a heart attack." you said, trying your best to appear at least annoyed, but hearing him laugh made your own lips turn into a gentle smile. "It's going to sound silly... but although some sisters here are my age, sometimes I feel terribly lonely."

A faint curve remained on his lips while he settled down next to you on his knees. The warm, orange light of the candles danced in your eyes as you looked at him, his arm nearly touching yours. "I remember feeling that way before God found me and I found him."

"Do you think he will find me too, Father?" your voice was near a whisper, mouth agape as you held your breath while warmth oozed out of his body and you began to feel like it was inviting you in. He smirked as he looked down at your eyes before his green eyes wandered at your braless chest that was only cloaked by a thin, white nightgown.

"Maybe he already found you... and now it's your turn to find him."

"Will you help me?" you placed your hand on his arm.

"Of course, I will help you, sweet lamb. It's my duty to do so." he said, his palm finding the top of your head before it ran along your unruly, bed hair and stopped behind your nape when your cheek touched his chest. Your hands rested on his back, you deeply inhaled his scent of burnt vax and cinnamon as you felt his muscles tighten around you into a hug that nearly made you cry from how well it made you feel. His palm began to caress your back in small circles as his other hand made sure your head comfortably rested under his chin. "Do you want me to help?" he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before as his hand on your back travelled a bit lower.

"Yes, please" you sighed, your embrace tightening around him enough to have your stomach feel against his lap where something hard twitched against you.

"You really are the sweetest," he mumbled, his hand gently fondling the soft of your ass cheek before firmly grabbing it before he fully pulled you onto his lap. "I'll make you find God tonight, I promise. How do you feel right now?"

Wet was the first word that came to your mind; you did not know when it happened, but as Toji's hand held you and then made you grind against his lap, you felt a pool swelling in your underwear and an ache iching between your thighs. "I feel strange, but good, I suppose."

"Good," he said before his hand on your nape went under your nightgown and found your clothed pussy, your juices wetting his fingertips even through your panties. You heard him hum as he began to stroke your wetness, each rub faster and rougher than the one before until his free hand had to cover your mouth as your moans seeped through your agape lips. His movements stopped at once, leaving you desperate for more before his stuck his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them without question as you finally glanced at Toji again whose grin was ear to ear as the green of his eyes was nearly impossible to see from the black pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you. Leaving you feel more desperate and alone than you ever felt before. "Meet me in my office this Sunday, the Lord will be waiting for you there."

He said this on a Thursday night, which left you exactly enough days to torment yourself with the idea of his hands all over you over and over again. Toji Fushiguro is so intoxicating, large and warm that you're certain if anybody can bring you to God, it is him.

On your knees in front of him in his office behind locked doors, you let him clasp your cheeks with one hand as he raises your chin to make you look up at him. A trail of saliva leaves his mouth and slowly drops into yours before his tongue forces its way through your lips. His hunger made the pit of your stomach tremble with need, you kiss and devour him as if he is the ripest, sweetest peach found in the garden.

"I'm on fire. Help me, Father," you moan into his mouth, making him look at your hands already between your thighs. "My fingers don't feel as good as yours."

"Have you touched yourself in the last few nights, Sister?" he asks as he picks you up from the ground with ease and makes you sit on his desk, your naked pussy feeling his hot breath while he's sitting in his chair with one of hands holding his bulge.

"Yes, Father. I could not stop thinking about you... or God."

"Good girl," he said, he peppers careless kisses along your inner thigh while his fingers caress your clit and entrance with agonizing softness and slowness. He's staring at your pussy with no shame before he spreads out his tongue and two fingers to dive into you, his upper lip continuing to tickle your clit. He hums as your hand clenches into the soft darkness of his hair, and he uses his broad shoulders to keep your thighs apart.

Under the moonlight, you can see the reflection of the two of you; you can finally see how much muscle he really has on, how many scars batter his body from the war and how disheveled he got you as your toes curled in the air and your mouth formed a silent O. Your first orgasm has your eyes roll back, your hips still rocking against Toji's face as you throw your head back in pleasure. A painting of the Lord is hung up on the wall right ahead of you; you watched his eyes, although Toji just spun you around to have your belly rest on his desk as he spreads your legs with the width of his thighs. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before he uses his hand to spread it all over his thickness. His eyes follow your gaze onto the painting as he lifts up one of his feet, and put it on the chair on the side before the head of his precum-rich cock enters your soaked pussy.

"God surely loves you," he said with his hands caressing across your arched back, if he gave you a pussy like that, he thinks. Sweat begins to bead along his brows from how hard he's fucking into you, your screams and his balls slapping against your folds fills the room and the hallways, but he does not care. It drives him nearly mad how your walls are milking him, how they tighten around his cock with each stroke as your legs shake with so many orgasm you lost count.

Perhaps he does actually go mad, and your cries for your precious God just excite him just enough to grab you by the hair and force you to look at the painting as his thrusts become faster and rougher, but also disoriented, causing you to orgasm as his cum filled you up.

[brandogenius]

Hi I don’t normally send these but your blog has become such a safe place for me and I just wanted to say thank you. If I’m having a really shit day I read your works and feel better so thank you for taking the time to create such beautiful things.

I also had a request I guess but would you ever be open to writing a chronic pain reader and like one of the Boygenius members (Idm who) just like taking care of them and trying to help with the pain??

-🌷

hi tulip anon!! thank you so much for this!! i just woke up and read it and honestly it made me cry a little!! i’m so glad you have a safe space to go to and i feel honoured and very happy you enjoy my work and find safety!!!! thank you so much for the kind words :(( ily very much!! i hope you have a wonderful day baby!!

i’ve wrote something kinda similar to this actually! julien x reader who has rls !! i’ll link it here! of course i can write something up!! hehe!!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - lucy x reader - taking care of you (short!)

- lucy is very patient and accommodating with reader. understanding where they are coming from and wanting to be there for reader

- “i know my love. why don’t you stay in bed for a little bit longer? i just woke up earlier to do my makeup”

- when going out to visit new coffee shops, lucy always makes sure you have your wheelchair or crutches before going out “i don’t mind strolling baby. we can take our time as much as we want. we have all day” if you want to stop for a bit, lucy will make sure to find a good place to sit for a few minutes, even if it’s just a buss stop or in a cafe

- both of your favourite things to do are have lazy sundays. relaxing on the couch or in bed and watch movies

- winter season can be a little bit more channelling. the cold hurting your bones. lucy makes sure to top up on blankets in bed. sleeping together with 4 blankets and long sleeves. i feel like lucy would be someone who runs warm so whenever it’s cold out, she’ll just wrap you up in his arms gently and run her fingers through your hair, humming some tunes while you drift off to sleep

- migraines would be the worst. lucy invested in black out curtains to atleast help a little bit which worked! it’s better than trying to sleep with glasses on

- if reader takes any medication, lucy is someone who would hold onto it when going out. like the designated backpack person

- one time both of you wanted to go to a concert but had to cancel because you had a migraine. you were really upset about it but lucy made sure to not worry. “we can go another time sweetheart. there’s no need to worry” she’s painting your nails while watching some fan cams of the said concert on youtube.

[glitterwolfvi]

The Picnic

I don't usually post writing here, but most things The Tulip Town Tragedy goes here, so! yeah here

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Today’s the day that Rita has invited her friend Woolfred out on a picnic! She’s very excited about it, but she is also very nervous about it. They agreed to meet up by the Sunflower Fields, near the forest. She’s bringing the food in the basket with a blanket. She double checks, triple checks, and quadruple checks everything before heading out. This has to be just perfect.

When she arrives, she spots Woolfred already there. He’s looking out at the fields of sunflowers, arms behind his back and a content look on his face. He has not spotted Rita yet.

“Woolfred,” Rita runs over, basket in hand. “I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Rita Rose.” Woolfred regards her with a warm smile. “You’re quite alright, my dear. I arrived rather early.” 

Woolfred chuckles quietly “It’s a nice day for a walk, so I decided ‘why not!’ and took the scenic route here from The Manse.”

Rita gives a small smile, albeit a bit strained, and nods. She starts to set up the blanket, but her hands are trembling. She struggles with the blanket, eyes narrowing as the struggle continues. Woolfred frowns before moving closer to her.

“Let me help with this, Rita” Woolfred attempts to grab a corner of the blanket.

“No!” Rita exclaims, swatting Woolfred’s hand away. “I invited you out here to-to relax! Not.. Not work! I-I got this, Woolfred.”

Woolfred’s frown deepens as he puts a hand over hers, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Please just let me help you.”

Rita sniffles and nods. Rita takes deep breaths as they work together to set up the blanket to be just right. They set the basket in the middle and Woolfred looks upon their work with a look of satisfaction. Woolfred sits down on the blanket and offers a hand to Rita, giving her something to stabilize herself as she sits down.

Rita begins taking the food she’s made out. Sandwiches, mostly, but a couple pastries and some juice in jars. Woolfred lets out a noise of interest as he watches her take out the different foods.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Rita dear.” Woolfred smiles at her as he grabs himself a sandwich. “Thank you, Rita. I’m glad you invited me out.”

“Y-yeah. Of course, Woolfred..” Rita takes a deep breath before continuing. “I want.. I want to apologize.”

Woolfred tilts his head at her. “Whatever for, Rita dear?”

“B-Because.. Because.. U-uhm..” Rita sniffles. “I m-missed the celebration you-you worked hard on.. And I-I know you really wanted everyone to c-come and-and I felt like I couldn’t and-” Rita cuts herself off with a small sob.

“Oh.. Oh nonono, dear, it’s okay.” Woolfred holds a hand out to her, offering it for her to take. 

Rita takes his hand with one of hers, and Woolfred puts his other hand on top. He just holds her hand, giving a small comforting smile.

“It’s quite alright, Rita. Yes, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve come, but I much prefer your comfort and happiness over attendance.” Woolfred explained, “you’re important to me, dear. Much more important than the parties I like to throw.”

Rita rubs her eyes with her free hand, another sob leaving her. “I-I wanted to come. I.. I r-really did, but-but I got so o-overwhelmed and-and I…”

Woolfred softly shushes her, squeezing her hand gently. “I don’t mind, Rita dear. Do what you need for your health. Your mental health is just as important as physical health.” Woolfred raises her hand to press his forehead against it, eyes closed. “All I ask is for you to take care of yourself.”

Rita nods, her whole body shaking. “I-I can do th-that.. I… I.. uhm.. T-thank you, Woolfred. It-it means a lot t-to me..”

“Of course, my dear.” Woolfred lifts his head, regarding her with a gentle smile. “If you ever need time away from others, please take that time. You will not offend us. I promise”

“Thank you… I.. I appreciate this..” Rita sniffles, taking a shaky deep breath

Woolfred hums, “Besides, we can have our own celebration with this lovely picnic you set up for us!”

Rita smiles, still teary eyed. “Y-Yeah… Yeah! We can.. Just me and you. You’re the best, Woolfred”

“Awh.. Heh.. I try my best, kiddo.” Woolfred lightly scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. “We can always have our own celebrations, Rita. Anytime you want.”

Rita nods with a big smile. Things settle down and the two of them enjoy their picnic together, chatting away. It’s mostly Woolfred talking, but Rita doesn’t mind. She likes to listen.

[xsturniellax]

Stuck in between.

Genre: fluff, 1st person, fights.

a/n: this is fictional and about chris sturniolo, I am also a female reader.

The sun shined through the soft curtains, pointing directly at my bed. My first thought was to instantly text Chris. 'Goodmorning' I text him, but as I'm waiting for a reply, I get up and go down stairs. I see my mum making breakfast.

"Good morning y/n! Did you sleep well? " she asks, swishing the eggs around in the pan.

"Yeah." I say as I sit down on the sofa putting my feet up on two fluffy pillows. I go to check my phone since I heard a ping. It was Chris! 'Good morning y/n, still up for today? ' I smiled as I read his text and put back, 'yeah, I'm so excited!' Today was going to be a good day.

A few hours go by and it's 1:30pm. Now I need to decide what to wear. Me and Chris are going for a walk on the beach, so maybe a dress? As I rumage through my closet, I find a beautiful dress with blue flowers on it. Perfect! I paired it with a white bag and some matching sandals. I put my makeup on and do my hair in a half-up half-down, and spray some of my favourite perfume on. Then I heard a honk outside, it was Chris as he was parking his car. Excitement took over my body as I rushed down stairs and quickly said goodbye to my mum.

I opened the door to see him. Chris. He was wearing a white shirt with his top button undone, with trousers and his favourite white air forces. But he was holding something. Something for me. My favourite things.

Tulips.

I look at him and smiled whilst taking the flowers.

"How did you remember I liked tulips so much? " I ask, holding them tight up to my nose, breathing in the delightful smell.

"Well, you mentioned it to me one time, I guess I just have great memory. " Chris says as he shys away giving a cute smile.

"I'll be back. " I say as I rush inside and put the flowers in the sink.

"Ready to go? " Chris says as he's holding his hand out. I give him a gentle nod and hold his hand, our fingers intertwined. Butterflies flew around in my stomach as we are together, he makes me feel loved and safe.

Finally after our walk we made it to the beach. It was a quiet sunny day, not many people were there. Chris starts to run, still holding my hand as we are laughing.

"Why are we running? " I say, giggling and trying to keep up with him.

"To see this... " Chris says, looking off at the shore and the sky. The day was truly peaceful. A few birds chirping away in the far trees, the waves gently pushing up against the shore, a few old couples taking a picnic along the beach, it was just...

Perfect.

"I wish I could stay here forever. With you, this view, this life. Away from people we don't like, or do like. Being ourselves, and being in love. Especially with you, y/n. I love you. " Chris says to me, smiling and facing me, holding both my hands. My eyes get lost in his and we share a kiss. He's a gentle person, he doesnt rush, and he just always wants the world to stop spinning for us, giving us more seconds of our lives to share together. His arms go round my neck and shoulders, giving me a safe, warm hug as we both watch the shore. I wish this could last forever.

But, all I can think about it me and Matt. A few months ago we shared a love like me and Chris now. I just feel like I've betrayed him and it will all be messed up. A few days ago I found out that Chris has only told his mum, dad and Nick. I feel like talking to both of them, but I don't want to mess anything up...

*Chris' perspective*

Y/n is so perfect for me. I love her beautiful eyes, and how her hair flows off of her head. I think tomorrow I'll tell Matt. But I know he still has feelings for y/n. I just don't want this day to end, or my brother to get crushed with the news about me and y/n. I'll have to just try and persuade him to like this situation. But I'm confused why y/n hasn't said I love you back to me... Is it me?

*back to 1st person with y/n*

I look up to Chris and smile at him, he returns a worried smile.

"You okay Chris? " I say to him, holding his hand tightly, assuring him it'll be okay.

"I'm just in a sticky situation y/n. I have a lot of things on my mind aswell... " He says as he sighs and looks another way.

"Is it... Me? " I ask, making a worried face.

"Well... Not all of it. I mean a little bit of you. " He says, looking at me squeezing my hand tighter.

"Well what is it? " I say, going to grab his other hand, facing him like before.

"It's, it's just nothing. It's something stupid... " He let's go of both my hands and crosses his arms.

"Well what is it if its something stupid? You can tell me anything Chris. " I say, accepting I might get argued with, or broken up with, or worse...

"You haven't said I love you back and I can't help but think your still in love with Matt! " He says angrily at me, looking at me with a frown.

"I... I'm not in love with Matt... " I saw, swallowing. Really what I'm thinking is that I still like him. But he was my first love. Nobody can really get over their first love, can they?

"Well if your not in love with Matt, why haven't you said I love you to me? " He looks at me, wanting to know the answer, unfolding his arms. I wait a little bit as he gives a sigh.

"It's me isn't it. " Chris says, looking down and sad.

"No way is it you! You are the most perfect boyfriend in the world. I guess I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment right now, after me and Matt's breakup, after my parent's divorce. There's just been other things on my mind. And the only thing that's keeping me going is you! And if I say it back when I dont mean it, I'm scared I'm gonna mess things up and I can't do that right now! " I hold his hands, looking deeply into his eyes. I can see his hurt but as I reassure him about everything, his eye brows have a slight lift as I call him 'perfect'.

"Okay... " Chris goes in for another hug, but this time it feels like he's hugging me for a reason. The reason of 'he's never going away'.

*3 hours later*

"Thank you for a lovely date, and for the flowers. " I say giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for being honest with me, and for the lovely date. " Chris says giving a little laugh as he holds my hand. We both wave goodbye and I watch him drive off. I just can't stop thinking about Matt.

*Matt's perspective*

Finally, Chris is home after his date with MY girlfriend. I wish I still had her, I shouldn't have messed up. I shouldn't have ended things with her.

"Hey bro. " Chris says to me as we do our handshake.

I give him a nod as he goes in the fridge to get a Pepsi.

"My date was great by the way. " Chris says, popping the can open.

"Can you not rub it in my face that you have the girl? " I say opening my eyes wider.

"Oh? So this is a competition now who can get y/n. Because she's mine now dude. You had your chance, now it's mind, and I'm not messing it up like you did. " Chris talks to me, very closely.

"I never said it was a competition. Lately I've been feeling like you keep rubbing it in my face on purpose that you have y/n. And you had to ask me what her favourite flower was. And you call yourself a great boyfriend. Try and remember little details about your own girlfriend next time. " I say walking off to my room.

*back to 1st person with y/n*

I take my towel off my head and brush it out. Then I do my skincare, and then I hear a notification through my phone. It will probably be Chris...

Matt.

Matt texted me saying 'hey, we need to talk.'

My heartbeat is rushing. Why is he texting me?

I text back: 'about what? '

Matt: 'we need to talk about us. And Chris. '

Y/n: 'okay, what is it. '

Matt: 'ever since we broke up and you got with Chris, I've had feelings still for you and thoughts about how I should have never broken up with you.'

'I love you y/n.'

Two boys love me. But why don't I love any of them back? What's keeping me away from them? I can't reply to that text, or should I? Will it mess up things between me and Chris? Should I tell Chris?

Thank you for reading!

Let me know if you would like a part 2 to this story, or if you have any suggestions on what story I should do next! <3

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"Well, well, if it ain't little miss Tulip." A gruff man spoke up as a travel van parked outside of his workshop in the far desert. "Hasn't it been a minute."

"Hi, uncle Dale!" Tulip smiles as she opens the driver side door and hopping out. From the passenger side door, SMG10 opened it and hopped out as well. "It's been a while!"

"Sure has been." The man bearing a slight resemblance to Tulip chuckled. His hair was short and brown, though he had some noticeable gray streaks, including in his beard as well. He wore dirty overalls, along with a white shirt and brown boots.

"Now, what has you two rascals all the way out here?" Dale nods to 10 as she walks past, with the SMG nodding back as she headed into the shop.

"Oh, y'know, just coming to get some new stuff." Tulip shrugs as she walks into the shop, her uncle following. "How have you been?"

"Hm, it's been fine." Dale shrugs as he watches his neice wall around. He was the only other person who knew of her status as an Avatar. It had changed her from the once shy, quiet, and reserved young girl he once knew.

But maybe that was also because she was finally away from her parents.

"Have your old geezers tried anything lately?" He asks, walking over and helping her get a box down from a higher shelf.

".. yeah." Tulip sighs. "I don't know how but.. they.. found me, last week. I woke up to mother banging on my door. Screaming for me to come out."

"She didn't lay a hand on you, did she?" Dale narrows his eyes.

"No." The Avatar shakes her head. She looks down at the box she was holding. "But.. father did."

"And 10 did nothing?"

"10.. I asked her to go and get some stuff from a store.." Tulip closes her eyes. "Father.. he.."

"Don't say any more." Dale shakes his head, resting a hand on her back. "I understand. Your old man was never a shining star."

The teen nods, exhaling. "Do you.. have any bandages? For my arms."

Dale pauses before nodding. "I do. C'mon."

As the duo walks over to one of the desks, from behind a nearby wall, SMG10 was hidden, eyes wide.

She was meant to be Tulip's best friend, her Guardian. And yet, this happened. Because Tulip didn't want her getting in the crossfire.

The SMG sighs and shakes her head before walking out. She waves to Tulip, who waved to her upon hearing her footsteps.

After a while, the two said their goodbyes, with SMG10 instead going to the driver side. "I'll drive."

"Huh? Why?" Tulip quirks a brow. "I have a license! You don't!"

"Yours is expired, so what's the difference?" 10 smiles as she hops into the driver seat. Tulip pouts as she hops into the passenger seat.

10 points a finger. "Uh-uh. Into the back. You need to sleep."

"Fiiiiiiiiine." Tulip groans playfully, sliding between the two seats and into the back of the travel van.

SMG10 smiles gently before glancing out the window to Dale. She waves at him with a small smile before starting up the car and driving off.

She glances down to the side as the travel van, seeing Tulip's phone in a cup holder. Her eyes narrow, and she picks it up, glancing between it and the road as she silently starts to click through the phone.

'Birth giver' and 'sperm donor'. She snorts softly at the contact names for Tulip's parents before she reads through the messages. Her amusement falls as she alternates between the conversations.

After a while, 10 exhales, tapping out of the conversation before putting Tulip's phone back.

God, what she would give to beat the shit out of those useless excuses for parents.

[hopeandvolleyball]

they call you clingy pt.1

genre: hurt, comfort, angst to fluff

w/osamu, atsumu

a.n. i’m the angst machine >:) no but seriously you’re gonna get angst stuff for a hot minute bc i just had a really bad breakup and i have to self project somehow

osamu miya

this argument was the same dance you’ve been dancing for weeks now, a twisted tango of wanting a moment alone with your boyfriend and him getting defensive over the workload his business was providing him

the dance was exhausting and you wanted to stop, but each day the argument osamu dragged it out farther and father and you wanted to scream.

“just once, once for the first time in a month, can i have some time with my boyfriend? i don’t ask for much with you so can you please just-”

“ya don’t ask for much? are ya fuckin kiddin me, y/n? everyday yer beggin for my attention like some fuckin’ useless puppy. if i knew ye were gonna be this clingy i wouldn’t ave ever asked ya out!” he bit back, venom and words unwarranted.

you took a step back, angry expression dying almost instantly at the usage of the word clingy. you tried not to be, really. you worked so hard at making a safe and loving environment for both you and osamu. did you not notice the signs he was uncomfortable.

“alright,” you nodded. “i’ll work on that. thank you for letting me know. goodnight, miya.” sighing, you made your way into the guest room for the night to let osamu cool down. 

osamu got off work early, finally deciding to hire other managers to relieve the workload on him. he knew you were right that it was beginning to be too much for him to handle, he also knew he had a lot of making up to do in regards to that blowout last night. he picked up a bouquet of tulips, your favorites, along with a teddy bear and your favorite takeout. he took a deep breath once he opened the door, not knowing exactly what to say or do or expect. he saw you in the kitchen, getting ready to start dinner. 

“ya don’t need to cook today, darlin. i got yer favorites,” he smiled, holding up the bags with a nervous smile. you turned around and blinked at osamu. nodding, you began to put everything back. okay. not the response he was expecting. he set everything, except the flowers, onto the dining table and waited for you to return. with outstretched hands, the bear was in his arms waiting for you to take. nervously you took it, staring into the glassy eyes of the bear. “’m really sorry for last night, buttercup. of all the things i’ve ever wanted to do makin’ ya think i don’t love and appreciate ya was the last thing i ever wanted. ‘m so sorry, baby.” you were silent, biting on your lower lip. setting the bear down you gave him a pathetic smile.

“thanks, osamu. lets eat, yeah?” you suggested. he smiled brightly and moved in to kiss you, which you dodged. okay. you were more damaged by what he said than he really thought you were. and his heart cracked at that realization. osamu took his place at the other end of the table and ate his fill, not paying attention to what he was shoveling into his mouth and instead paid attention to you pushing around the food on the plate. his lips twisted into a frown.

“um, wanna watch a movie tonight? i have a midshift tomorrow. i hired more managers to help me with the workload,” osamu leaned into his palm. you nodded, looking him in the eyes, his smile infectious and you smiled just a bit. 

when you didn’t cuddle with him during the movie that was his breaking point. he gave you so many signs he wanted you on his chest, starting to fall asleep while his fingers tangled in your hair. instead you curled into the arm of the couch on the opposite end of him. he frowned and paused the movie. you perked up and looked at him confused.

“c’mere baby,” he demanded, patting his lap. you shook your head and pulled your knees to your chest. “why? talk to me honeybun.”

“you called me clingy, osamu. i’m just trying to make things easier for you,” you commented, voice slightly muffled as your face was buried into your knees. sighing, osamu gently pulled you closer so your head could lay softly on his plush thighs. “i’m sorry-”

“ya shouldn’t be the sorry one here,” he cooed. “i didn’t mean it, buttercup. i really didn’t. i know ya don’t believe me but i was angry with ya. i just wanted ya off my back and i hurt ya. i didn’t mean it, okay?” he comforted, hands still threading through your hair.

“okay,” you nodded. “i’m still shaken up but we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

atsumu miya 

whatever stupid fight you were in this time didn’t warrant what atsumu said on the phone to bokuto after. why he called bokuto after your fight you didn’t know. 

“and, to top it all off, y/n’s just bein real clingy lately and i can’t handle it.” he complained, fingers pinching his forehead. you were in the doorway to apologize but hearing that made your heart stop. did he really think that way about you?

luckily he didn’t catch you in the hallway before you slinked back into your bedroom and into bed.

atsumu joined not too long after. he sat on the opposite side of the bed, not wanting to lay down quite yet. he looked over at you, knowing you weren’t asleep but pretending to be. sighing, he turned to face you, pushing your hair out of your face. to his surprise you visibly flinched. his brows furrowed and he sighed deeply.

“y/n? angel? ‘m really sorry bout the fight. i don’t even remember what we were fightin about. but ‘m sorry. i don’t like seein’ ya this upset especially if it was me causin this. yer the love of my life and i don’t know what i’d do without ya,” atsumu breathed out, hoping the apology was good enough for you.

“it’s okay, tsumu,” you nodded, pulling the covers up closer to your chin. he smiled. 

“good. now let me smother the shit outta you.” he chuckled and opened his arms for you to fall into. when you didn’t, opting to snuggle into the blanket, he frowned. “y/n? what’s wrong lovely.” you shook your head.

“nothing i’m just gonna head to bed, okay?” you gave him a weak smile.

“but i can’t sleep without ya in my arms, baby,” he whined, doing grabby hands at you in hopes you would get the hint. but you didn’t, or you did and were ignoring him. “darlin?”

“i’ve just been clingy lately, and i don’t like putting you in this position, okay love?” you sighed, exasperated. his brows furrowed into a knot in the center of his forehead. not once had he ever given you the impression you were clingy except. oh. okay you heard. 

“oh baby no,” atsumu leaned in and cupped your face within the palms of his hands. “yer not clingy. i was just rantin to bo and i wanted to villainize ya to make me seem better and i knew it was wrong, bo knew it was wrong. i wish i could take it back. i love ya and i wish ye’d smother me in yer love every day,” he took in a deep breath before going into your neck and blowing raspberries into the skin, causing you to burst out into giggles. “there’s my pretty baby.” he beamed down at you, gently running his fingers over your cheek.

it took quite a bit of coaxing to get you into his arms, your rightful place. with gentle hums and coos he got you to loosen up, sadly chuckling. “i did a number on ya, didn’t i?” he asked.

“yeah. but i’ll get over it.” you sighed into his collarbone.

“oh no. just means ‘m gonna have to smother ya. oh no. woe is me,” he teased, going back to the assault of kisses onto your neck. 

[alcottsangel]

Ketterdam Night {Jesper Fahey x reader}

Summary: On a free night, Jesper takes Y/n out on a date through the streets of Ketterdam.

Warnings: None.

A request by @mufnasa. Even though Kaz is my comfort character, I must say I'm really happy I finally got to write about Jesper. He's so bubbly, it's incredibly lovely and relatable. <3

Y/n was joking around with Nina. They sat in the Slat, their empty plates pushed aside.

The two of them only returned from a mission two hours ago, now waiting for someone, anyone to enter the Slat so they had something to do. It was an unusual situation that they actually had some time off, but Kaz told them there wasn't anything to do at the moment. "We could go to the Crow Club."

Nina suggested and shrugged. Y/n scoffed.

"Please, as if that's something special. I hate gambling." The grisha laughed. "You're Jespers girlfriend, how can you hate gambling?"

Now Y/n started giggling too.

"Perhaps, because he gambles away all the money he could invest into tulips for me." The young woman joked.

Suddenly, she could feel someones breath in her neck. "Not all of it." A voice next to her right ear said, holding a small bouquet of tulips in front of her. She grinned brightly. "Jesper!"

Y/n exclaimed happily, turning around to throw her arms around his neck.

He returned the hug and gave her a gentle kiss on the head.

The sharpshooter looked apologetic towards Nina, handing the flowers to his girlfriend and taking her other hand in his. "I'm really sorry Nina, but you will have to dispense this lovely lady." He told her, pulling Y/n out of the Slat.

It was dark outside. The streets of Ketterdam were incredibly full with people, mostly tourists. "Where are you taking me?" She asked, biting her lip to finally stop grinning like and idiot. Her nose was invaded with the smell of the colourful tulips in her hands.

"To your right you can see the home of the Dregs, also called the Slat. Most infamous residents include the Bastard of the Barrel or his Wraith. They have a tendency to eyefuck." She laughed. So Jes was playing tour guide for her. She wouldn't ask further questions. This would be fun.

They soon arrived at the Exchange. All of the stores in Ketterdam had already closed, yet loads of tourists streamed through the streets.

"Right to your left is the Exchange, considered the heart of Ketterdam. Also the place where infamous Jesper Fahey lost his heart, sharing is first proper kiss with a beautiful young women that will remain a legend." Y/n laughed loudly.

Jesper grinned. She had fun, so he was getting close to his goal. She looked beautiful standing there, hair waving in the wind, shoulders bouncing from her laughs. He teeth showed, her nose wrinkled and she tried to hide it behind her hand. Jesper took said hand and pushed it away.

"So just to get an idea of how magical that moment was, let me offer the experience to you." The sharpshooter said softly, as he leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss. It started as a gently one, that soon turned into a small snogging session, not bothering with the people that walked all around them.

Jesper was the one who forced himself to push away. "As much as I would love to take this elsewhere to continue, we need to move on. My program isn't finished yet." He winked as she groaned.

The next place that Jesper took her was a small park in East Stave, close to the harbour. Y/n had walked past by it several times, but never actually walked through. It turned out to be a lovely place. There were many plants, not only one's that you saw usually in Kerch, but also many exotic blooms. Jesper stopped on a small bridge that led over a pond. It was a stunning szenery, with all the different colours and the pond that reflected the moonlight.

The sharpshooter had stopped to unexpectedly, that Y/n ran into him. He turned around and took her chin between his thumb and index finger, causing her to look up to him.

"Now to the most beautiful stop of our tour through Ketterdams night life. I'm not talking about the flowers, the pond or the park. It's me. I'm the prettiest." Jesper joked, making the young woman laugh again.

Jesper grinned satisfied. "No, seriously. If I would have to show you the most beautiful thing you can find in Ketterdam, I would simply put up a mirror before you." The sharpshooter flirtet, which caused Y/n to blush. It was something incredibly cocky to say, but Jesper meant his words. He brushed over her lips with his thumb. They were soft and reddish, from all the moments she bit on them so far to hide her grin. He smirked, as he leaned in for yet another kiss.

When they left the park, both looked messy. Their hair was tangled, blouses unbottond a bit. Their cheeks had a soft, pink flush over them. "Is there another place you plan to take me?" She asked, taking his hand.

"One last one, yeah. We gotta finish this tour properly." She chuckled.

"Oh, that felt really properly." Now he laughed too, loudly. "Close, but not what I meant."

Jesper licked his lips, pulling her further into Ketterdams streets.

Their last stop turned out to be a really small restaurant in the Barrel. Y/n recognised it as the one they had their first date in, two years ago. "You really overdone yourself with all that you did tonight, Jes." "If we get the chance to take some time off, I better offer you a good program love." He said, pushing the chair back for her as she sat down.

"Order whatever you like." He told her.

The entire dinner, Jesper never took his eyes off of Y/n. She did most of the talking, bubbly and happy and absolutely adorable. Jesper had almost finished his food when she barely even started, to busy with chattering.

Her eyes would glow up, she twisted hairstreaks between her fingers. Every now and then, Jesper brushed some hair out of her face. He admired her endlessly.

When she was finally ready with eating, his food was long gone. They shared one last glass of wine, before he paid and they began to walk back to the Slat.

It had gotten cold outside, most of the tourists now gone, only a few of those who wanted to use every second of their trip could still be seen. Still, it felt like all of Ketterdam belonged to them. Jespers arm layed around her, his jacket over her shoulders, his hat on her head.

"Thank you so much Jes. It wouldn't be an understatement to say, that this was probably the most beautiful night of my entire life."

The sharpshooter grinned. "Ah come one, now you're flattering me." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

That night, Y/n was the happiest girl in all of Ketterdam. The title for the happiest person went to Jesper, simply because he got to look at his entire world for so long.

@renataligorio @kaqua @magravenwrites @corpsebasil

[levi-supreme]

For Thirsty Thursday, could we have 74 with Erwin? Please😩 I loved the one you did prior!

Ahhhhhhh!!! Thank you so much for sending me something!!! I love the prompt you've chosen so thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!

Characters: Erwin x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff. They/them pronouns for reader. Lovers' quarrel. The both of you kiss and make up. Erwin is just everyone's dream husband (big brain, big heart, even bigger tits and arms, nice hair lovely eyes... also the Commander... Who wouldn't want that???). Also set during the time before the reclaim of Wall Maria.

74: a kiss to forgive each other after an argument

It has been a week since you spoke to Erwin, and you were feeling extremely miserable. You know it wasn't his fault, but you just needed someone to blame.

It wasn't Erwin's fault that he forgot about your birthday. His responsibilities as Commander were just too much to handle sometimes. It wasn't his fault that he forgot to get you a present. All his time was spent attending meetings after meetings, drafting reports after reports, and he just didn't have the time. It wasn't his fault that you kept bugging him about it non-stop and blaming him, resulting in him shouting at you to get out of his office, because he had a terribly long day and all he wanted was to rest but he couldn't.

Erwin himself was feeling equally miserable. The mission to reclaim Wall Maria was not an easy one, and the countless sleepless nights were taking a toll on him more than he liked. He hated himself for snapping at you. He hated himself for forgetting about your birthday. He hated himself for avoiding you since that day.

"Apologise to them first, you shit head," Levi casually said during a late night meeting. Everyone had already left but Levi remained behind, wanting to give his friend a piece of his mind. Erwin rubbed his temples and sighed.

"I heard them crying when I walked past their quarters just now," Hange commented when they came to drop Erwin a report. Erwin asked Hange if you were doing okay. Hange merely shrugged and told him to find out himself.

Erwin leaned back on his chair and stared at the ceiling. Maybe this wasn't a good time. He extinguished the flame of the candle and retreated to bed, a plan forming in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you were surprised to see a bouquet of white tulips and a card addressed to you. You flipped open the card and felt tears pooling in your eyes. You quickly grabbed the bouquet and dashed out of your quarters.

"Erwin," you said the moment you opened his office door, not bothering to knock. Erwin was getting dressed for the day. You dashed towards him and he welcomed you with open arms, hugging you so tightly and squeezing all the air out of your lungs. You felt the tears cascade down your face and Erwin released you from the hug.

"I'm sorry." "Sorry." The both of you said together.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you," Erwin cupped your cheek. "I didn't control my temper. I'm sorry for hurting you, my love." You shook your head and stared at your lover.

"No, I was wrong too," you stroked Erwin's hand on your cheek. "You were having a bad day, yet I keep bugging you. I should be showing you concern instead."

Erwin pulled you into another hug, stroking your back slowly while you hugged his waist tight. Releasing you from the hug, Erwin gave you a smile and brought his face closer to yours. Holding his breath, he gently pressed his lips onto yours. You held his waist tighter and kissed him harder.

"Forgive me?" Erwin muttered against your lips as he broke the kiss. You nodded, kissing him again and again.

"I can never be angry at you for long, my love." You told Erwin with a smile.

Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

As someone who's been currently stuck in the hospital ICU for a week as of tomorrow.. I was wondering if I could have a comfort fic with Steven? It would help with my spirits. I bet he's a wonderful story teller. I'd like to imagine he's very creative,attentive & "loving.

He calls you his 'Hababi Ya Amar(arabic for beautiful. Moon of my life.)

These fleeting moments such as holding you in his arms & counting the flutter of each breath you take. How bravely your body is fighting this latest setback. The cacophony of your heartbeat with the quiet hum of your oxygen canula. You say in barely a whisper 'Tell me about Mr Knight. How does the story continue?

Tears Of Love

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader

Word Count: Less than 1k

Content Warnings: Mentions of a hospital stay, a slightly gorey (if you squint) retelling of the Egyptian myth of creation, Steven being the precious bean that he is, my attempt at writing comforting fluff

A/N: I hope you are getting better, my dear, and that this little story helps you get through it! I'm sending you lots and lots of hugs! 🫂❤

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Tilting your weary head to the side where Steven had taken a seat right next to your bed, you threw him a warm smile. Since you got admitted to the hospital he came to visit you every day for as long as he could, bringing you fresh flowers to give the room a less white, cold and sterile appearance. Your mobile nightstand was already so full with colourful roses, tulips and one large sunflower, which reared its head towards the sun, that you were worried the nurses could start to complain.

“So, tell me, Mr. Knight, how does the story continue?” You whispered in a low tone as to not exhaust your already tired body any more than necessary.

Steven met your eyes with a telltale sparke in his. He loved telling you about ancient Egypt just as much as you loved listening to his every word. He was, without any doubt, a great storyteller, his tales and anecdotes filled with so much passion that it was an immersive experience each and every time. All you had to do was close your eyes and drift into the enchanting world he painted out for you. Sometimes you found yourself convinced that you could actually feel the hot Egyptian sun on your face, the sand slowly engulfing your shoes as you wandered through endless dunes and smell the warm desert winds accompanying you on your path.

“Do you want to hear the story of Ra and his children again?” Steven chuckled softly, leaning towards the edge of your bed.

You answered him in a slow, careful nod. This story was one of your favourites because it was beautiful in its simplicity. A display of pure, unadulterated emotions.

“As you wish, love.” Steven’s eyes lit up in excitement as he cleared his throat and reached out for your hand, his warm palm gently cupping your fingers.

“As you know, before everything else only Nun, an endless sea spreading as far as you can imagine, was there and it only took this entity of nothingness but a mere thought to create the god Ra.”

You closed your eyes to Steven’s words, your mind trying to create the image of water floating into every direction.

“And as it is said, Ra was so powerful that everything he spoke out aloud came into existence. So his two children, Shu and Tefnut, were born, but one night as Ra was sleeping both started to wander into the darkness surrounding the endless sea. Unfortunately, they got lost and as Ra eventually woke from his slumber, he was desperately looking for his children. In his desperation he went as far as tearing out his own eye to send it out to search for Shu and Tefnut.” Steven lovingly squeezed your hand before he continued.

“While Ra was dearly awaiting the return of his children he created himself a second eye and as Shu and Tefnut finally returned back home, Ra started crying in relief with his now two eyes. Ra was weeping in love for his children so much that each and every powerful tear turned into the first human beings.”

“We’re nothing but tears of love…” You chuckled softly.

The idea of that somehow made you feel at ease. It was a nice way to be brought to life by a god weeping out of pure joy, love and adoration for his children.

“Oh, you are so much more than just that, love.” Steven quipped, leaning closer towards you to brush a careful kiss on your forehead.

“Habibi Ya Amar, you are so incredibly strong…” He murmured into your hairline, the tip of his note gently stroking through your hair.

Feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, you leaned into his touch, reveling in the feeling of home Steven brought to you each time he entered your hospital room. He probably wasn’t even guessing just how much more bearable he made it for you, how much of the pain he took from you by just being here and telling you the same story for the millionth time if you asked him to.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse -  A dinner and a show

Prompt: any | any | competition

Word Count: 2,460

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: Explicit implications

Summary: It's a tradition within the Solaire Clan that the King would visit his progenies from time to time. Tonight, Will is coming over to Vincent & Lovely's apartment for dinner. What's not a tradition is the karaoke competition that comes afterwards. 

ConCrit: Y

I don’t know what happened. This oneshot just went out of my control but I had so much fun writing it today! I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Also, I just realised that all the characters in my oneshots have been eating lately. Oh my god, I got so hungry when I was writing them that I subconsciously includes food in some of the scenes 😭 Food is my love language so I guess it’s cute that the bois and their lovers would sit down and eat together. 

That being said, I hope you guys will crave Korean food as much as I am in this oneshot! 😅

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“Vincent? I need your help. Can you tell me what’s Will's favourite colours?”

“Lovely - ”

“Because I have some formal outfits in our closet, but they don’t mean shit if Will hate the colours.”

“Lovely, hang on - ”

“Is he allergic to perfumes? Colognes? I have some soft-scented bottles that should be Vampire-friendly! I think? Most of them are floral though… oh! Does he have a favourite flower? Do you think I should buy some before he comes over?”

“What? No, Lovely, I think you’re working yourself up - ”

“I know you bought some blood bags for dinner but do you think we should cook some food too? Does Will like to eat? Shit, I knew I should have bought some groceries yesterday after class!”

“You’re not listening to me at all, Lovely…”

“We have to clean up the whole place too. I don’t know how our furniture gets so dusty so quickly! I just wiped them down a few days ago!”

“...”

“Do you think I should do my hair too? It’s a bit of a mess lately; I could use a trim. Does Will - ”

Lovely's eyes widen as a deep kiss suddenly silences them. Their heart pounds when Vincent brings them close to his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. Lovely's eyes flutter close when he pulls away to press butterfly kisses on their neck. They couldn’t help it; they moan and tilt their head back when they feel fangs delicately drag down their tender skin.

“Vincent!” Lovely hisses, not sure for what, though, when Vincent's fangs pinprick where their pulse is.

“Oh? Are you finally with me again, Lovely?” Vincent breathes, loving how their heart begins to beat faster and faster in anticipation. His chest reverberates when he chuckles deeply. “There we go… I have your attention again, little one.”

They grumbled at the unfairness of it all. Just as Lovely knew all of Vincent’s weaknesses and tickle spots, he knew how weak their knees behaved when he pressed his fangs to any parts of his partner's body. Especially down south.

“I’m serious here, Vince.” Lovely whines. “There are so many things we have to do before Will comes over for dinner tonight. I want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Vincent gives Lovely a deadpan look. They would’ve coo at how adorable he looks if it weren’t for his Vampiric speed and his habit of chucking them onto the bed whenever Lovely is being too stubborn to listen to reason. “Lovely? A question: are you dating my Sire or me?”  

Lovely blinks; they didn’t expect that. “Uh, you, duh.”

“Then trust me, as your boyfriend,” Lovely has no idea why Vincent emphasised that last word, but they knew better than to interrupt him when he gets like this. “That everything’s going to be fine. Besides, I told you that while this might look like the whole ‘meeting the parent’ shtick, the relationship between a Sire and their Progeny is way more than that.” He patiently reminds them.

“Well yeah, but he means a lot to you.” Lovely points out. Now, why did Vincent look so surprised at that? “So that means he’s important to me too. That’s why this dinner has to be perfect.”

For a moment, Vincent said nothing. He just stares at them in wonderment.

Lovely let out a surprised squeak when Vincent suddenly crushed them in a hug. “How did I get so damn lucky with you, Lovely?” He murmurs, face buried on top of their head. “Sometimes I think that you’re… too amazing to be real.”

So soft and sweet; that’s Vincent. Lovely lets him cuddle them like his personal teddy bear until he's satisfied.

“Now, I need you to do something for me, Lovely. Do you think you can do it?”

Lovely raise an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Vince. I haven’t eaten anything yet, so I can only give you at least four hours in bed - ”

“N-Not that!” Vincent hurries to interject, a brilliant red blush runs across his cheeks despite him being a Vampire. He coughs once to get them on track, playfully glaring at Lovely for trying to distract him. “Geez, Lovely. It’s still way too early for… that. But we're definitely going to revisit that. Anyway, I need you to calm down for a second, OK? Will is a pretty chill guy and an open-minded Sire. He knows how much I love you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He gently assures them, rubbing calming motions up and down Lovely's back.

Lovely could feel their anxiety melts away. Just enough for them to finally breathe again ever since Vincent dropped the bomb that William Solaire will be coming over for dinner tonight.

Apparently, everyone in the Clan knows that the King would visit his Progenies at least once a month to check up on them. Just like how a parent would drop by their children's home for a visit, in Lovely's opinion.

“Ok. You win, baby.” Lovely sighs, loving how his rubbing eases the tense muscles. They arch their back like a pleased, spoiled cat when Vincent messages that spot below their shoulders. “Ooooh, yes, that’s the spot!”

Once Lovely's bones feel like they could melt at any time, they throw Vincent a grateful smile.

“Now, there’s the smile I’ve been missing the whole day!” Vincent teases. “C’mon Lovely, let’s plan for dinner before we take our nap. How do you feel about seafood?”

“Oh, I can go for some seafood. It’s been a while.”

“Spicy steamed crabs with scallops, battered pan-fry oysters and some chilled bowl of rice top with raw salmon and sea bass with slices of your favourite veggies? All Korean-style."

“Hell yes. I think we have all the ingredients for that. Wait. Err, can Will handle spicy food?”

"Uh... I have no idea. Maybe we should hold back on that spicy steamed crabs with scallops just in case."

Ever since the two started living together, Vincent really took a shine when it came to cooking and baking. The idea of providing for Lovely makes him ridiculously happy, and besides, him whipping up healthy and delicious food for them results in much richer and sweeter blood flowing within his lover for him to feed on so… win-win!

As the two of them traverse to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner, Lovely slowly gain the confidence that their dinner tonight with Vincent's Sire will turn out alright.

And before both of them knew it, the sun had set.

After a fresh shower, the entire apartment is now spotless (to Lovely's standard), and dinner is served on the table, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Lovely announce just as Vincent finish putting down the plates. They smoothen out the creases on their clothes, roll their shoulders before taking a deep, calming breath and answer the door. Like a soldier marching towards the battlefield.

Seeing his partner's dramatic reaction, Vincent just shakes his head.

As soon as Lovely opens the door, William Solaire greets them. "Good evening. I hope I'm not too early. The evening traffic has been quite a hassle lately. I figured that even if I'm a bit early, I could help you and Vincent in the kitchen." Will explains. In his arms is a bouquet of white pear blossoms, yellow gladioluses and red tulips. When Lovely stares at them curiously, Will smiles knowingly. "Vincent informed me that you don't drink, so I decided that flowers would be the appropriate gift as oppose to a bottle of champagne."

"They're so pretty." Lovely reply, breathless when they receive the bouquet. "Thank you so much, Will! I'll put them in a vase now. Oh, and please come in." They graciously step aside to let Vincent's Sire in.

While Lovely is busy rummaging for a vase in the storeroom, Will and Vincent make small talks over at the dining table. Vincent passes the ancient Vampire a tall glass of blood which Will accept with gratitude.

"Hey, Will. How's it going?"

"I'm fine, Vincent. Thank you for asking." Will reply after dabbing the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. "The Clan is the same as usual; Our Newborn members have finally settled in nicely, much to Sam's relief. I plan to visit them next week."

Vincent tops up Will's empty glass before replying. "That's great to hear." He's about to say something else before a loud bang against the wall in the storeroom stops him. "Uh, Lovely? Is everything OK in there?" He calls out.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lovely shouts back. "I found the perfect vase for the flowers!"

Vincent groans in exasperation. When Will throws him a confused expression, Vincent is compelled to explain. "Look, Will, Lovely has been freaking out about tonight's dinner the whole day. They think that if it turns out anything but perfect, you're going to be disappointed in them. So just... just play along, alright?"

Will chuckles; his heart warms at the thought that Lovely holds him in such high regard. What an adorable human. "Is that so? Very well then, I will play the perfect guest towards such kind hosts."

And true to his words, when Lovely joins them at the table after putting the vase full of flowers on the coffee table in the living room, Will waste no time in kicking his charm to the max. In between their meal, Will makes sure to compliment Lovely's outfit (which earned him a shy yet pleased blush from Lovely and a jealous kick at his shin from Vincent). He then comments that the spicy steamed seafood dish is his favourite, and when desserts are introduced, Will gently helps Lovely open up by asking about their interests and hobbies.

Will is pleasantly surprised to find one of the many common grounds they share: their love for analysing music.

"I find RM to be one of the most brilliant lyricists in this generation." Will states once his bowl of red bean shaved ice is empty. "His songs are undoubtedly impactful for the youths of today. Not to mention that I'm quite fond of his wordplays."

"You're into K-pop!?" Lovely ask, utterly gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide in shock.

Vincent snorts. "Alexis is a BTS fan. Somehow, she managed to convert Will too."

When Lovely turn to face Will once more, their expression frozen in disbelieve, he adds, "We're planning to catch their concert once the situation permits it."

Will's pop culture admission finally broke the ice. Lovely laughs in delight before launching themselves into an animated conversation about modern music with Will.

However, it wasn't long before their topic suddenly went off the rail when Vincent claimed that he's a better shower singer than Lovely.

"Oh please, Vince, I thought you were dying in the bathroom," Lovely interjects with a roll of their eyes. Vincent splutters at his partner's cruel remark, but Lovely presses on without mercy, much to Will's amusement. He resolutely keeps his mouth shut despite his growing grin slowly making its way up to his face. "Face it, you're tone-deaf. Being a Vampire doesn't magically make you a good singer."

"Those are some fighting words, Lovely. Can you back them up?"

"We can settle this tonight if you want. You and me; we can duke it out in a singing swag off with Will as the judge." Lovey declares with a smirk before they head into the living room. All revved up as if their previous anxiety over dinner had never happened.

"Oh my..."

Vincent turns to Will with a grateful nod. "Thanks for helping them relax. And hey, you don't have to stay if you have some other plans tonight, Will."

Will stares back at his Progeny with a faux, scandalous look on his face, complete with a hand on his chest. "Why, Vincent, where would I be anywhere but here? It's not every day that I get to see you humbled by your lover. Don't think I forget that you were once known as the Playboy of the Solaire Clan."

Shock looks good on Vincent's face. It's cute that he actually forgot how he was before Lovely walks into his life. Oh, Will is going to milk this for all its worth.

"Alright! The system is set up!" Lovely announce from near the TV with a microphone in their hand. "Will, come on! You need to help me prove that Vincent sings like a dying cat. Here, here!"

"Oi, oi! We haven't even started yet!" Vincent rebuke and flits over to grab the spare microphone. "You know what, Lovely? I'm so confident that I'll win this that I'll let you go first."

Lovely grins viciously and accepts his offer. Once Will makes himself comfortable on the couch and signals for them to begin, Lovely open their mouth,

Will couldn't stop smiling as Lovely sings their heart out, and Vincent makes his grand entrance after they're done (singing one of Will's favourite songs in hopes to sway his Sire to his side). Vincent and Lovely are having the time of their life, teasing one another as they sing. Will commits this night into one of his most cherished memories.

*"Dari apa yang aku perhatikan

Manusia mahu senang tapi tak semua mahu berkorban

Dari apa yang mereka katakan

Ada yang jawab jujur tapi selebihnya kuat beralasan..."

However, as the night grows long, Will doesn't have the heart to tell them that they both are horrible singers.

-

Tonight, it's Sam's turn. Will deliver three knocks on his door before Sam swings it open. He looks exhausted, unamused and seconds away from running out of the house.  

"Good evening, Sam."

"Good evening, William. Before you come in, can I ask why my Progenies insist on having a karaoke competition tonight? On the night where they knew you were coming?"

Will begins to smile widely. Both he and Sam could hear a heated argument between Frederick and Bright Eyes from the living room.

"No, you can't sing Bambi, Bright Eyes. I won't allow it! You're going to break the windows!"

"Oh my god, would you let me live, Freddy!?"

"We've been over this; you can't sing! Wait. What are you - put down that microphone - "

Music starts to play at maximum volume, and then,

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply and in resignation when Bright Eyes began to sing louder to drown out Frederick's shrieking.

**“Feel it like memalla itteon mam wiro

seumyeodeun danbi

dabi piryo eopji

Because you’re my favourite..."

"I don't know what had happened - and I honestly don't want to know - but I hope you're ready to deal with these two tonight."  

"Why, Sam, where would I be anywhere but here?"

-

These are the English translations & link to the songs that Lovely and Bright Eyes were singing: 

*“From what I can see

People want the good life, but are not willing to sacrifice

From what I hear

Some are honest but others are full of excuses...”

**“Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart

No other answer is needed

Because you’re my favorite...”

[ayamturd]

afraid│nihachu

summary: you wanted to explore the world above, and niki thought it best to bring the trinkets of the world to you 

warnings: none, only fluff

pairing: (requested) in-game origins!niki

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write, i’ve honestly been in the strongest angst mood lately but hopefully did justice to your request! (this was so cute as an idea)

also thank you for my first origin! request, ik the hype has faded at this point but this was still so fun to write and explore :)

wc: (3.1k) - m.list

“You’re staring again.”

“AHHH!” Whipping around, Niki gaped at Wilbur, his amused grin meeting her wide-eyed shock as she placed a hand to her heart, exhaling deep breaths to collect herself. 

He was phased through the ground, his neck barely peaking out of the soil until he fully emerged, his body transparent as the sun gleamed through him. 

She lifted her head, craning to see whether you noticed the both of them or not from behind the river bend, and smacked Wilbur as hard as she could once realizing they were in the clear. 

“What was that for,” Wilbur whined, pouting and simultaneously rubbing his now sore arm. Despite fuming, Niki’s deep glare barely fazed him as he began cackling at how upset she looked.

“Wilbur,” Niki spat out. He paid no attention to her tone and held his stomach in laughter, floating slightly above her. “Oh lighten up, will you?” 

He propped his face on his hands, smirking while looking down at her with a teasing voice. “It’s cute.”

She huffed in response, turning away from him with her arms crossed. “Shut up.”

“Awwww Niki,” he cooed. She refused to meet his eyes and stared down, swishing her tail in the water as it reflected on the afternoon sun.

“What do you want?” Wilbur groaned at her lack of play but leaned on his back, tilting his head backwards to see her as he hovered. “You really are no fun.”

As she turned to glare at him again, he giggled but continued to speak. “When are you finally going to talk to them?”

Sputtering at his question, Niki became flustered and tried to argue back, but she struggled with her words. “I do talk to them!”

He gave her a deadpan expression, a look of judgement from her defense as she furrowed her eyebrows in response. “I do!”

Sighing dramatically, Wilbur paid no attention to her pathetic excuse with a smile. His lack of retention angered Niki more. “Wilbur!”

“You are so whipped Niki, it’s adorable.” 

Niki pushed herself up and strived to hit him again, though Wilbur was fast enough and raised just out of her reach. Sitting on the bank with her tail still dipped in the water, she grumbled at his antics once more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hmmm, is that so?”

Niki paused, unsure if it was that obvious for him to point it out in such a manner. She became insecure to the thought, afraid that her small advancements were really that noticeable despite getting her nowhere. Her sudden silence made Wilbur’s smile fade, and he quickly picked up on her self-doubt.

“Don’t do that.” His tone was harshly blunt and broke Niki’s train of thought. 

“Do what,” she asked meekly. Glancing up at him through her hair, she looked back down into her lap before turning her head in the direction you were last. 

“Be afraid of the truth,” Wilbur stated. Floating down, he met her eye level and peered up at her. His expression, while serious, held a kind smile to encourage her of the fact while his eyes were soft. “You like them, Niki, and you shouldn’t be afraid of saying it.”

She sighed and tried to turn away, but he wasn’t having it and pulled her chin back gently. “Niki.”

“I know, I know.” Niki shook his hand off, shaking her head slightly and pushing his hand away while moving to hold her own arms, the makeshift hug a form of comfort to the idea. “I just- I’ve never had feelings like this like I do for them. It’s all so new.”

“And I understand that, but you shouldn’t be afraid to face something new. This of all things especially. You like them right?”

Although she was hesitant to admit so, she knew that it was true. It was beyond the truth for you made her smile and laugh like no one ever had, your small conversations and light banter always brightening her day and filling her heart with joy. She wasn’t scared to say she liked you, she was scared of saying it out loud and letting reality take its course.

“I do,” she murmured, a small nod following after. “I like them, yes.”

“They make you happy?” Another pause, but she responded more confidently in the smaller time frame than before.

“They do.”

“Then you should find ways to make them happy too!” Wilbur exclaimed. He rose his arms widely and grew excited from her admittance. Floating towards the grass again, he plucked a small flower from the ground and twirled it between his fingers, handing it to Niki after. “Show them how they make you feel because they matter to you and you care.”

“Well how am I supposed to do that?”

“Do what?” 

For the second time that day, Niki whirled around and was surprised to see you innocently swimming above the water surface. She was panicked, eyes wide, and turned to look at Wilbur, who coincidently was gone. The bitch.

She faced you again, smile anxiously forced wide as she greeted you.

“Y/n!” You smiled kindly to her, unobservant to her nervousness.

“Hello, Niki!” You swam closer to her and rested an arm against the shore line, your other hand placed on her tail. Her breathing hitched at the small contact, and she relaxed once you began rubbing her scales lightly.

“I saw you talking to Wilbur, how is he?” Glancing back to where he previous floated, Niki scowled in annoyance at the reminder of his sudden departure. 

“Fine, I’m sure. Still annoying when he wants to be.” She mumbled the last words, a frown briefly hung on her lips. You giggled helplessly to her small pout with a hand covering your mouth. While obscured by your hand, Niki practically melted from the sound.

“How are you?” you asked after finishing your small fit. Niki blushed uncontrollably from how intense your eyes looked, the light of the sun catching on the hues of your iris; the sight alone was beautiful to her. 

“I- I’m alright, I’m great.” Always around you.

“That’s good, I haven’t seen you in a couple of days.” Concerned over the matter of fact, you leaned closer to Niki and absentmindedly stroked her tail again with your thumb, the movement endearing yet almost unconscious. “I was concerned something happened.”

Coughing slightly to gather herself, Niki cleared her throat from her flush while waving a hand upward. 

“O-oh, no everything’s okay. I was helping Wilbur with his house yesterday, he was trying to finish the living space but Tommy and Tubbo kept messing things up. Now that I think of it, I was more of a mediator than actual help.”

Chuckling loudly to her engrossed ranting, you interrupted Niki’s explanation and had to hunch over in pain, arms wrapped around your waist while you tail flicked hastily below. 

You laughter was contagious, and soon Niki joined in with her own, the sound fading into faint snickering that melded together in an alluring symphony. 

Eventually as you both stopped, however, your smile dimmed. Niki’s fell as well once noticing your sudden drop in mood, and she tapped your shoulders from the unexpected shift. 

“Y/n?” Niki slid into the water, the cold temperature difference from staying above making her shiver, yet she paid no mind to it, her attention solely on you. “What’s wrong?”

Realizing you let your thoughts show, you tried to pretend nothing happened, smiling dismissively to your previous frown and placing a hand on Niki’s that she held on your shoulder. Your attempts, unfortunately, were futile since your reassurance barely covered for the lack of joy in your eyes. That, and the fact that Niki could read more than you thought.

“It’s nothing really, I’m-” a humorless laughed escaped you as you aimed to convey your feelings. “I’m honestly so jealous of you.”

Niki’s mouth feel agape in disbelief and confusion. “Me?”

Tilting your head back with genuine laughter, you nodded. “Yes, you.” 

“I’ve never been able to see the things landers make or do, it’s so intriguing to hear about. I just can’t help but want to see those things beyond this tiny pond.” While you had turned to face Niki, your eyes were trained downward, with a disheartened smile. 

Niki immediately tried to cheer you up, hating the idea of anything trivial upsetting you overall. “I could introduce you to my friends if you like? They’re very nice people, no matter how chaotic I make them sound.” It was her turn to be affectionate as she brushed her hand over yours while your tails nearly wrapped around each other.

You gave another sad smile at her attempt, but appreciated her efforts nonetheless. “That’s really sweet, Niki, but I wouldn’t want to meet and burden them simply because of my own ambitions.”

Clinging onto the tips of her fingers, you squeezed them in reassurance. “Thank you, though. Ever the thoughtful you are, huh?”

Despite still hung over your downplayed emotions, Niki reddened from your words. As you looked above Niki at a flock of birds that flew overhead, she was suddenly faced with an idea. 

Formulating a plan and envisioning the hopeful outcome, Niki squealed unexpectedly, surprising you. She had no time to apologize, however, for her thoughts were running wild in anticipation. “I’m so sorry, but I actually need to go,” she voiced. 

You tried to answer, but through Niki’s blind eagerness, she didn’t hear you. She promptly pushed the fresh flower in your hand in replacement of her own, and wished you a farewell before diving into the water. 

With a scratch to your head, you lightly chuckled at how cute she was and lifted the flower up. Staring at the little tulip, you beamed and brought it towards your nose, smelling the aroma and kissing the petals softly. 

Waiting impatiently, Niki fiddled with the wet rope of the drawstring pouch. The moon was at high rise, the overcasting ray highlighting the empty landscape as all were asleep or safely tucked home. 

The air buzzed from the still night, yet Niki couldn’t help but feel unease despite the calm space. Before she could drive herself mad, you finally emerged from the dark water. 

“Good evening to you, Niki,” you joked. Swimming swiftly over to her, you glanced around the both of you and also noted the quiet. “It’s a gorgeous time to be awake.”

Although your words could have been interpreted as sarcastic, you meant anything but with a dazed tone and delighted appearance. Meeting her smile with your own, you spun in the water, taking in the cool breeze while lost in the starry night. 

“Not that I don’t love our hang outs, but why so late Niki? If you wanted to go star gazing, you could have said.” 

She laughed nervously, tugging on the small pouch in habit before holding it out to you. “No, actually, I- I wanted to give you this.”

Intrigued, you lifted the bag from her hands and held it against you as you opened it, letting out a gasp from the treasures all tucked together. Niki thought it best to explain herself. 

“I know you said you didn’t want to burden the idea, but I couldn’t help it and wanted for you to experience those things too, even if it’s only little things.” Gesturing to the bag you held, she pointed to the contents inside despite you lost to the beauty each item held. 

“I asked my friends to help gather things I thought you would enjoy. They’re not the most extravagant, but they all have their special charms.” 

“Niki…” Your voice was airy, barely above a whisper as you tried to comprehend her thoughtfulness. Too anxious for her own good, Niki continued to ramble.

“My friend Tommy, you know Tommy, he managed to trade for this dagger! The hilt has this small ruby in it if you look closely, but I like to think the whole craftsmanship of it is gorgeous. Oh and he also dumped in these things they use to eat! See this one here,” she dug in the open pouch for the metal utensils, lifting them individually to name them from what she was taught. 

“This one is called a ‘spoon,’ while this one is called a ‘fork.’ It’s pointy but isn’t sharp!”

“Niki-” She paid no mind to you and replaced the bag in your hands with the metal objects, her excitement overtaking her apprehension and wanting to explain them all.

“Now Phil, he gifted this lovely pocket watch. It tells the time without needing the sun! If you listen closely, you can hear this ticking noise from the gears that make it work, see?” She pushed the glowing locket near your ear, the soft mechanics working perfectly in motion. 

“He also enchanted it so the water won’t hurt it, water usually isn’t the best for their types of machines.” Niki handed you the watch carefully as she continued to talk. “He’s an Elytrian too! Very kind and wise, incredibly considerate.”

“That’s amazing, Niki, bu-”

“Ah, look at this!” Struggling to pull the wooden figurine out through the pouch opening, she yanked it out with a grunt, a smile quickly forming at its shape.

“It’s a duck! Tubbo is so cute and carved him himself, but wanted you to have him!” Holding him out, you grasped the smooth carving firmly with a grin, the animal admittedly adorable despite it’s oddly shaped body. “His name is Benson,” Niki exclaimed proudly.

You giggled fondly, patting the inanimate duck with your hands in spite how full they were. “Hello, Benson.”

“Oh and Ranboo!” Niki cried out. As she searched for his gift, you decided it best to interrupt. Or at least try to. 

“Niki, before that, I-” She began to mutter under her breath, frustrated with pulling his object out and distracted to your attempts.

“Niki.” 

“How did he even put this in here? It’s so bi-”

“Niki, love.”

Freezing from the endearment, she glanced at you with a sheepish smile. Although your adoring grin said otherwise, Niki was overwhelmed at the thought that she offended you some how. Before she could spew out apologies, you saw her slight panicked and acted quickly. 

Cradling all the gifts with one hand, you pulled her forward and kissed her, your hand holding her gently while caressing her cheek. She hummed out a sound of surprise, the noise muffled against your lips. 

While she was frozen for a few seconds, once the realization passed she relaxed completely from your touch, pulling you closer if it were humanely possible.  

All you both could feel was each other, the warmth that spread throughout your bodies a releasing high that drove passion and unenforced love free. You could have stayed there forever, you felt, just taking Niki in for all that she was, but chose to pull away; you wanted to see her.

Panting from the huge surge of emotions that passed, you both gazed into each other’s eyes in a mix of shock and intimacy never before shared or expressed.

Grabbing her hand, you lifted it to your mouth and pressed your lips firmly to her knuckles. “Thank you, Niki. You’re more than I could ever ask for.”

Unlike her past encounters, Niki didn’t turn away. She embraced your tenderness and accepted the burning warmth that encapsulated her for what it was and finally presented. 

She had nothing to hide anymore. She had nothing to fear anymore.

Bonus:

“Wait, what else do you have in the bag?”

You were both sprawled onto a large boulder, the rock perched slightly above the water surface in the middle of the lake. Considering the chill of the night and the cool touch of the stone, you were embraced in each other’s hold, arms strung together with hands intertwined. 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Sitting up right, Niki pulled out all the objects in a pile and separated the ones you already saw in comparison to the others. She picked each one up as she explained. 

“This is called a tea kettle! I mentioned him before, but Ranboo found it while… digging (she didn’t know how to kindly say playing with dirt). It’s old but called an ‘antique’ because it’s rare!” Handing you the small pot, your finger grazed against the rusted metal in fascination of the discoloring and ancient beauty.

“Now these are sulfur crystals! Jack is from the nether so he collects a lot of them when he finds pure ones.” Lifting one towards the sky, you awed at the color that shined through it, the yellow hue soft yet vibrant under the moonlight glow. Reaching for one gently, you peered through the flat crystal with a giggle.

“They sometimes can smell really bad he said, but as long as we don’t mix it with other things like potions, we should be alright.” You hummed while still gazing through the clear solid. 

Enamored with the crystals, your attention was drawn back to Niki when you heard something chime. 

“I’m not sure why Wilbur thought it would be a good idea to gift these to us, but he thought it best to give us these things called jingle bells.” Shaking them once more, you were delighted to find they had a joyful-like sound, the light ringing noise something magnificent that you’ve never heard before underwater.

You played with them once Niki gave them to you, your smile wide from the new discovery and breathless to the music it sang. 

“Oh I didn’t realize he put one in.” 

“Who?” you asked, your eyes still on the small metal balls that reflected the moon in combination to the water surface. 

Niki sighed before stating with a smile, “Fragrance Man.”

You paused at the name, and turned towards her confused. “Fragrance Man?”

Nodding softly with an amused chuckle, Niki revealed the final item to you. It was a glass bottle, one typically used for potions, but held strange bundles all tied individually. 

“I think from the last time he showed me that these are called ‘sage bundles.’ You’re supposed to burn them for a stronger smell, but he might have put it in here since that last time I saw his collection, I liked smelling it from the bottle.”

Holding it out towards you, Niki uncapped the cork top for you to try. You leaned over and hovered your nose over the open neck, exhaling in captivation from the floral foliage and cooling sensation it brought. 

“Wow, Niki. This is all so amazing!” You had little to say to the collection of trinkets she assembled for you, still speechless to the effort she went through for you. 

“You’re friends sound so nice and thoughtful,” you hummed, reaching for her hand again and interlacing your fingers together.

Niki snorted at the thought but accepted your hand nonetheless. 

“They’re okay sometimes.”

[kreidewaltz]

skyblue + thorns + tsukishima <3 congrats sm on 200 luv ily

COTTAGECORE DREAM | T.K.

about. he knows you're exhausted from all the work you're doing. he decided to bring you to a flower field and he thought he might fall in love all over again.

word count. 1.6k

genre & warnings. fluff, timeskip, comedy, established relationship, mentions of overworking, teeny tiny suggestive.

author's note. i was abt to make this angst but changed the last minute >< sorry for getting to this vv late pls enjoy this bc he's done w all the angst we're giving him he says <3 not prfr as usual okay

“be careful, dumbass.” he expected you to frown at his choice of words, instead you give him a wide smile before doing dances in the middle of the flower field. he pushes his glasses up to his nose to distract himself since he hears the wild beating of his heart. a gasp leaves your lips when your hand touches the different kinds of flowers and you get enchanted when you look at them closely. the azaleas are your favorite because of the bright color it brings to the field and it blends in beautifully. when your boyfriend mentions you’re going here, the hitachi seaside park, it felt like the worries and problems stacking up in your life disappeared for a moment.

you grabbed your blue instax camera and took pictures of the flowers dancing with the wind and took a picture of your boyfriend under the bright sun. you move the polaroid for a few minutes before hiding it in your tote bag before running through the field and imagine as if you were on a music video. he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you get exhilarated with a smile dancing on his lips. he trails behind you and glance at the tulips few meters from him. he thinks of picking it but he didn't want to cause worry in the field that's suppose to distract you from work. he recalls the trouble he's forced to go through with you since you became a little reckless but he has no regrets, he's done those things with you after all.

"kei! come here!" you wave your hands while he chuckles to himself before taking large strides towards you. you loop your arms together, walking around the field which looks amazing when you're in it. we should come here again, you noted. 

a part of you is relieved that he thought of going here with you to unwind from everything. you recall the time he carried you in bridal style and covered you with blankets, with that you learned that you have no one to blame but yourself. his preposition began when you keep doing that one thing he tells you not to—overworking then excuse it as a way to be productive.

-

he wasn’t supposed to find you like this.

he wasn’t supposed to see papers and pens scattered around your desk, the cup of coffee in your coaster that he never saw empty in the time he checked up on you. “kei, ten minutes!” you pleaded with a pout on your lips and look at him, your voice laced with desperation because you really needed to finish this email tonight or as your friend quotes, you’re damned. you rub your hands together and shut your eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t protest or flick you in the forehead. your boyfriend sighs in defeat before going back to your shared bedroom, a joyful aura surrounding your face when he didn’t react violently. 

your co-worker messaged you earlier asking about the client’s response about the presentation he did a few days prior. he spams you with messages asking why it is taking so long to hear about the response and while you’re typing, you remembered your conversation with him last friday. you were supposed to email the client and provide him basic information about the presentation and add the link so he can thoroughly look at it. for once, oikawa wasn’t the irresponsible one between the two of you and you swear he’s not going to let you forget about this. damn oikawa, you curse in your head before stretching your arms.

you shoot him a text saying i’ll send it tonight and add emoticons even though it contradicts on what you’re feeling right now. you went through your emails and drafted what you wanted to say, the link, and double checked if there are grammatical mistakes and whatnot. when you’re sending an email to a client without checking the message and the information, it lacks decency and poor time management, that’s what you tell yourself. 

luckily when you overwork you don’t do it for weeks but you force your work and deadlines on a day. when he heard you saying this, you hear his caring boyfriend scolding as you call it and flicks your forehead with a frown on his face but you got a glimpse of his lips twitching afterwards. while you’re mentally panicking on how to finish the email that reaches your standards, tsukishima is laying down, staring at the ceiling with his hand running on the (your) empty side of the bed, looking for your warmth. he misses your gentle touch when you draw miscellaneous shapes on his back.

he hopes you get yourself together and actually takes care of you but he doubts you’ll do that, you’re stubborn and prioritize work over yourself. he slowly sits up and grabs a pillow to put in between his legs before opening his phone, thinking of what to say that’ll get you out of your desk. he tries to remember an activity or a place that you’ve mentioned because he misses seeing you being happy without worrying about deadlines or your co-workers. after looking around the room he sees the tulips he gave a month ago, looking bright and healthy since you insisted on not letting the flowers die. ah i’ve got it she’ll like this, he thought of a place he knows you’ll enjoy and begins to search on his phone, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

-

“hey, c’mere for a second.” your boyfriend rests his hands around your shoulders while you hum, your eyes going back and forth to your laptop and the papers around your desk. he knows you wouldn’t budge so he propped his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his long arms around you. “don’t be a brat.” he whispers too close to your ear which makes you pause on typing and look away because now you’re only thinking about how close he is and the way his voice gets low. 

“consider this as your break, you dork.” he lightly flick your forehead before leading you to the room and the way his face turned to a serious one after locking the door raised suspicions in your head. he grabs the wooden stool and sat there while you’re on the edge of the bed, wanting to know his intentions for locking the two of you. “i’m thinking of going out tomorrow,” he started off gently, and right now he waits for your—

“what about my work?” 

“ah ah, stop talking about work, idiot.” he effectively shuts you up when he rests his finger above your lips and when your shoulders slump and let out a sigh, he knows he’s got your full attention. he pushes his glasses up to his nose to focus himself and clears his throat to continue. he’s getting distracted with the way you look adorable with lounge wear.

“we’ll go to the hitachi seaside park, to get your mind off work and stuff…” you couldn’t hide your enthusiasm and squeal repeatedly while moving your feet around the air. the fondness you have for him never decreases but it grew more and more, but you don’t mind at all. your first reaction was to jump at him and wrap your arms around him but seeing the stool he’s sitting on, you didn’t want to risk having injuries. he remembered, you thought while he looks to the side and act nonchalant about it, but the faint redness to his ears going to his neck failed his cover. you opted to grab the dinosaur plush sitting quietly on the bed and lightly hit him with it, convincing him to let loose. the two of you made eye contact and mouthed thanks and your eyes full of sincerity is more than enough for him. he holds your hand and gives it two squeezes, his way of saying no problem, i got you. 

-

and we ended up here. 

“babe, i know i’m great and i’m flattered but,” you couldn’t continue to talk as laughter bubbles up your chest and clutch your stomach to laugh out loud. he looks like a long stick a few meters away and you walk back to him, twirling so your dress can spin gracefully. he quickly looks at you when he realized what he did, one is stare at you for too long, and two he got caught. you bat your eyelashes to tease him while he curses under his breath. 

you take a quick glance at your bag to see if the polaroid showed the picture already and your mouth parted seeing the result. the picture looks ethereal, the left side too bright because of the sun, the colors of nature and your boyfriend tying everything together. after hiding it in your bag, you offer your hand. 

“let’s go! don’t leave me there.” a pout coming to your lips before intertwining your fingers together and walking around the field in silence. this is what he needed after the games he had, a day to indulge in whatever he wanted, what you wanted. earlier, you're on your favorite restaurant and got a box of desserts to enjoy when you got home. you’re pulling him where the narcissuses flowers are gathered. 

“mhm, hey give me your camera.” you hum to his question, completely focused on the narcissuses. he presses the button beside the camera and tries to find the angle he’s looking for, he also wears the strap to prevent it from falling. it’s his gift to you in the first place. he takes a few steps to the side and angles the camera to his chest and when he takes a look at it, he wants that scene imprinted on his memory forever. your hands almost cupping the white petals, and pretend to blow it and giggles slip from your lips, thinking you look hilarious. the sky behind you creates a happy yet calming atmosphere to the picture, and there’s one thing left to do—

click. 

[bellakitse]

30?

Carlos walks into his apartment with flowers in hand to find his fire alarm blaring loudly, his kitchen and living room smoky, and his boyfriend frantically shaking a baking tray, trying to air out the room.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” TK yells as he opens the door leading to the backyard. “Fucking hell, I can’t do anything right!”

“Ummm,” he starts hesitantly, holding up the flowers when TK swirls around to look at him, his whole being reeking of frustration. “Happy Anniversary, baby?”

TK looks at him for a moment, his eyes straying to the bouquet of colorful tulips in his hand, and to Carlos’ horror, his face crumbles, a sob escaping his throat.

“TK,” he breathes out, rushing to his boyfriend’s side as he cries, the sound now muffled as he brings his hand to cover his mouth. Placing the flowers on the table, Carlos does a quick job of turning off the fire alarm before focusing on his crying boyfriend. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

TK shakes his head as big fat tears roll down his face. It’s slowly turning red from how he’s covering his mouth and nose to keep the sound at bay.

Carlos wraps his hands around TK’s wrists, gently but firmly pulling his hands from his face. He presses TK against the counter as he shakes softly from his crying. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads quietly, at a loss to what has set TK off and how to fix it. “Also, please, baby, take a breath.”

“Y-you g-got me flowers,” TK gets out, another round of fresh tears working its way out. “And I burned d-dinner.”

Carlos looks over his shoulder into the sink to find what looks like to have once been fish, burnt to a crisp. “That’s okay, Ty,” he says gently. “We can just order something.”

“No!” TK exclaims, pulling his wrists out of Carlos’ hold.

Carlos takes a step back, not wanting to crowd him when he’s this upset, even though everything inside him screams at him to wrap his arms around TK and hold him close to his chest until everything is okay again.

“We have barely seen each other this week because of work, which has sucked,” TK says with a look of disgust that seems to be directed at himself. “I lost someone today, and all I wanted was to come home and make you a nice dinner to celebrate our anniversary. So I thought some red snapper to make up for the first dinner you made for us that I fucked up, but of course, I screwed it up now too. I can’t get things right at work, and I can’t get things right here at home with you because I’m useless.”

“Hey!” Carlos says in a firm voice, frowning as he looks at TK with a serious expression on his face. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.”

TK looks at him with wide eyes, the surprise evident in them since he never raises his voice at him.

Carlos lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I get that you’re upset, but you’re insulting the love of my life, so I’m gonna need you to stop.”

TK swallows hard at his words, his eyes growing larger if possible, but he seems to have snapped out of his downward spiral. Carlos takes a cautious step towards him and then another.

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly, letting out an ooph when TK all but slams into him.

Carlos lets out a silent huff of fondness as he closes his arms around TK, holding him to his chest, rubbing his back soothingly. He holds him until he starts to feel the tension in TK’s frame start to drain away. “So it was a bad day then,” he questions, getting a nod in return from where TK has hidden his face into his neck.

“Everything that could go wrong did,” TK answers pulling back to look at him. Thankfully he isn’t crying anymore, but Carlos can see the pain in his eyes. “This young guy lost control of the wheel, we tried everything, but we couldn’t save him.”

TK swallows hard for a moment before continuing. “He said he was on his way to meet his wife; it was their anniversary,” he whispers, fresh tears making his eyes glassy.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Carlos whispers back, feeling horrible for the victim and for his boyfriend. “I’m so sorry.”

“I felt so helpless,” TK tells him, his bottom lip trembling. “Useless.”

Carlos takes hold of TK’s face, shaking his head at him. “You’re not useless, you are a fantastic paramedic, but unfortunately, you can’t save everyone.”

TK nods shakily. “I know.”

“You are more than you think of yourself,” Carlos continues, needing him to understand just how wonderful and special he is. “You’re everything to me.”

TK gives him a smile; it’s small but real. “I know that too.”

[itadorisgf]

AAAAAAAA! CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU AND YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS WONDERFUL! ✨💛 for a tulip/date night(?) I was thinking about a road trip date with Gojo Satoru? Like, it might be unrealistic since 1. He’s probably really busy, huh? 2. I don’t know if he can even swap places to drive because blindfold, and even his sunglasses were wack (Gege said something about ‘em somewhere). But the of dorking out during sightseeing and blasting tunes in the car with the fun-loving teacher is just very appealing to me. Also congrats again!! qwq

— gojo satoru + road trip

⤷ anonymous asked: AAAAAAAA! CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU AND YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS WONDERFUL! ✨💛 for a tulip/date night(?) I was thinking about a road trip date with Gojo Satoru? Like, it might be unrealistic since 1. He’s probably really busy, huh? 2. I don’t know if he can even swap places to drive because blindfold, and even his sunglasses were wack (Gege said something about ‘em somewhere). But the of dorking out during sightseeing and blasting tunes in the car with the fun-loving teacher is just very appealing to me. Also congrats again!! qwq

note: thank you so so much for the kind words!

ft. gojo satoru

warning: gn!reader, fluff, gojo being gojo (aka an insufferable but loveable menace)

⤷ the flower shop

It’s incredibly rare for Gojo to get any time off from work. He’s always needed here or there —for “difficult” missions, which really aren’t all that difficult, or boring obligatory clan meetings — that he doesn’t have much free time. But Gojo somehow manages to weasel his way out of some commitments, which might earn him a lecture from some higher-ups later, and proudly proclaims that you’re going on a road trip together.

It’s not that you’re not excited at the prospect of spending time with Gojo, but a little heads up would have been appreciated. But Gojo is Gojo and he exits your shared bedroom with a grin and informs you that you have an hour to gather all the stuff you need before closing the door shut behind him. The dumbass barely gives you any details of where you are going so you tear through your room, searching for whatever you think you’ll need for a day trip.

It actually doesn’t take you too much time to pack everything you think you’ll need, but you still scowl at Gojo when you exit your shared bedroom to see him lounging with his legs spread out across the couch. He jumps up the moment he sees you with the complaint of you taking too long on his tongue. You just elbow him in the chest and roll your eyes when it doesn’t connect since Gojo turned on his infinity before you could actually hit him.

Gojo takes the bag you’ve packed from your hand and you’re quick to snatch the car keys off the counter before the two of you exit your home. You may love Gojo immensely, but you’d be damned if you let him drive. You’re not even sure if he has a proper license. With the way he drives, speeding and swerving, you wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t.

Gojo pouts when he realizes you’re going to be the one driving, but gets in the passenger seat regardless. Once you’re all buckled up, you flip your palm up for Gojo to entwine your fingers together. Sometimes he likes to fiddle with your fingers or to compare your hand sizes instead of actually holding your hand.

He always pretends to be astonished that his hand is bigger than yours despite doing the same thing every single time he rides in the passenger seat. You just roll your eyes in fond amusement.

You let Gojo control the music you listen to. He queues up a lot of upbeat pop songs and throwbacks that the two of you can belt out together. He’ll turn up the volume obnoxiously loud and sing as loudly as he can, so his voice won’t be drowned out by the music. His voice is actually not bad, so sometimes you’ll stop singing along to the lyrics just so you can devote your attention to listening to him, eyes darting to the side every so often to get a glimpse of him from the corner of your eyes. When he feels your eyes on him, Gojo makes a whole performance out of his singing, going so far as to use your hand as a pretend microphone before littering kisses all over the back of it.

Although Gojo didn’t give you any details of where you’re going before getting in the car, he takes charge and directs you when to switch lanes and when to turn as you drive. Sometimes, though you believe he’s doing it purposefully, he’ll give you a direction a second too late, forcing you to find your way back to where you were before so you can resume the path Gojo has laid out in his mind.

You haven’t been driving for too long when Gojo tells you to exit the freeway and park in a lot that he points out to you. Looking around when you exit the vehicle, you’re unfamiliar with your surroundings. When your eyes land on Gojo, it takes all of your restraint to not facepalm.

“Ta-da!” His aggressive jazz hands would be much more embarrassing if there were more people around to witness it. He gives you a dazzling smile, tilting his head down slightly to look at you over his sunglasses. “Let’s go explore!”

With that comment, Gojo grabs your hand, barely giving you enough time to make sure your car is locked and drags you off in the direction he’s chosen. You guys aimlessly wander around, pulling one another into random shops that catch your interest. Of course, Gojo is pulling you into bakeries and shops that are selling sweets, insistent that he needs to try them. He has you taste-test them with him, buying all the treats that you both enjoy.

You pull him in the direction of some shops that sell cute touristy things, thinking that it would be nice to bring something back for his students. Gojo beams when you suggest that, swooping down to plant a kiss on your lips, and agrees that as a great sensei, it was his duty to get his cute little students something. So you guys peruse around until you find something that you both think his students would appreciate.

After walking around for so long, you’ve worked up an appetite. Gojo too, since right when you’re about to open your mouth to suggest that you find someplace to eat, he complains out loud that he’s hungry. You guys choose to eat at a cafe you spotted a while back. Once seated, you’re both quick to order your meal. While waiting, Gojo passes the time by playing footsie with you, despite the fact you’re full-grown adults. Thanks to his stupidly long limbs, he wins, much to his glee and much to your disappointment.

When your order arrives, you both dig in. Gojo swipes some food off of your plate when he thinks you’re not paying attention. You’re not that unaware so when you catch him red-handed, he lets you taste some of his food as well. Gojo pays for the bill and throws his arm around your frame when you exit the cafe.

You’re much more subdued than you were previously, stuffed full of delicious food. A little sleepy now, you give in and hand the keys over to Gojo so he can drive. You curl up in the passenger seat, leaning over the console to get closer to Gojo. He lowers the volume of the music and entwines your fingers together as you doze off for a bit.

The ride is much more smooth than it normally is. Gojo tries his best to be extra cautious when driving since he doesn’t want to jostle you around too much when you’re resting.

When you open your eyes again, the sun is much lower in the sky and when you look out the window, you realize you’re far out from the city.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You snuggle back into the seat, squeezing Gojo’s hand that’s in yours.

“Where are we going, Satoru?” You’re still blinking the grogginess away as you turn your head to look at Gojo. He’s always been unfairly gorgeous, but in this light, Gojo looks positively ethereal. You don’t say it out loud, though. You’re not trying to give the man a bigger head than he already has. But by the grin he shoots your way, you have a feeling he already has an idea of what you’re thinking about.

“Somewhere.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s purposeful vagueness.

“Mhm, okay. Wake me up when we get there.” You close your eyes once more, a faint smile on your lips when you feel Gojo press his lips to the back of your hand.

You’re roused from your nap by Gojo gently shaking your shoulder. The car is parked now, your car door ajar with Gojo standing over your still seated body. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” He laughs much too loud when you sleepily pout at him.

“Aw, does my baby want me to carry them?” Gojo teases. He’s surprised when you actually nod your head and lift your arms up. You must have been sleepier than he thought. His grin widens as he swoops down to scoop you up in his arms, openly cooing when you snuggle your head against his chest.

You don’t know how long Gojo’s been walking for when he pretends to drop you, causing you to yelp. “Lost my grip,” he explains with a disingenuous smile when you crane your head to look up at him. Before you can huff and complain that he’s such a shithead sometimes, he happily exclaims: “We’re here now!”

He helps you ease down onto your feet, wrapping his arms around you from behind and tucking his head into your neck as you look around to figure out where exactly “here” is. You quietly gasp, eyes widening in awe, as you soak in your surroundings. You’re far away from the city in someplace along the coast. The sunset beautifully illuminates the waves crashing below you, setting the sky ablaze with a melody of warm and vibrant colors.

When you tilt your head to look at Gojo, he’s already observing your profile. His sunglasses rest low on the bridge of his nose, granting you a clear view of his crystal blue eyes. His smile is not as wide as it usually is, it’s a bit softer, a bit more genuine.

“You like it?” He squeezes his arms tighter around your middle, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“I love it, Satoru. It’s beautiful,” you assure him, awkwardly tilting your head so you can press a kiss to his skin. You place your hands over his own, tangling your fingers together. You stand like that for a while, enjoying the view until the sun inevitably dips below the horizon.

As you’re driving home, you sneak a glance at your boyfriend. His long limbs are bent at awkward angles as it’s now his turn to rest his eyes as you drive the two of you home. Your lip curves up into a fond smile. You won’t lie and say that it isn’t difficult dating a man like Gojo Satoru, but moments like these make it all worth it.

[luvidzy]

☆ genre: fluff, flower-shop!au

☆ pairing: jin yonghoon x reader

☆ summary: a man walks into your flower shop one day and completely changes everything in your life

☆ word count: 2.3k

The sunlight streamed in through the large glass windows of the store. The AC blew a light breeze through the main room, and you allowed yourself to deeply inhale the soft floral scents of the flower shop.

You always believed that getting a job here was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to you. It was so rare for people to find jobs that they truly loved, especially on the first try, but it seemed like you had been one of the lucky ones. 

The day was fairly slow, as most of the weekdays were. A few people came in looking for bouquets for special anniversaries, or to ask about ordering a few arrangements for parties, but other than that you had been left alone to enjoy the ambience of the store and read a little bit of the book you always kept behind the counter.

You had only gotten a few pages through when the bell above the door chimed. Placing your bookmark softly into the book, you placed it on the counter and stood up to greet the customer.

“Welcome to Start of Spring, what can I help you with today?” you asked, moving to get a better view of the man that had just walked in. He was tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He had his hands tucked into a tan overcoat, a white turtleneck peeking out from underneath it as he strolled into the shop. He was incredibly handsome and you could feel your cheeks heat up a bit as you watched him.

He turned to you and beamed. You had to shake yourself out of it, reminding yourself that you could not fall for a man that you had literally just met. He removed one of his hands to wave at you politely as you made your way closer to him.

“Hi! I need a bouquet of flowers, but I have absolutely no idea what kind to get. Do you think you could help me out?” he asked. You nodded happily, a smile slipping onto your face. You loved when customers didn’t have a specific flower arrangement in mind. It meant that you could take the reins and make something beautiful from scratch, just the way you preferred to do it. 

“Sure! Usually I recommend making a bouquet of flowers that represent the occasion or what feeling you want to convey,” you explained, looking up at the stranger. You saw his eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion, and couldn’t help but giggle at how his nose scrunched as the gears in his brain turned.

“Flowers are a language. Each flower has a meaning, and even different flower colors can mean different things. It’s an amazing way to tell someone something when you can’t find the words to say it aloud,” you said, before pointing to the large bucket full of tulips that you were in front of.

“Tulips represent love, warmth, and comfort, so we usually include them in bouquets for anniversaries or weddings. Hibiscuses,” you pointed to the vibrant red flowers beside the tulips, “symbolize delicate beauty, so we include those in bouquets for dates, and even bouquets for certain family members.”

The stranger nodded, his lips parted in slight awe. He couldn’t help but observe you as you rambled on about the language of flowers, your eyes sparkling. Finally, you turned to look back up at him with a wide smile on your face. 

“So tell me, what kind of message do you want to convey….?” You trailed off as you realized you’d never gotten the name of the customer that was in front of you.

“Yonghoon. My name is Yonghoon,” He finally spoke up, a shy smile slipping onto his lips. You smiled and nodded.

“What message do you want to convey, Yonghoon?”

“Well, these are flowers for some friends of mine. They have been working really hard lately with our new project, and I want to give them something to show how thankful I am. Our apartment is pretty dull, so I thought some flowers would be a good idea,” Yonghoon explained. 

You nodded, taking in the information, before moving towards the counter to pull out a notepad. “Well, yellow roses often symbolize friendship, so I think those would be an obvious choice. Irises are seen as a symbol of admiration, and they’ll compliment the yellow of the roses quite nicely. And then I think some pink tulips would also fit well with the yellow and the white of the irises,” you said, jotting some things down on the paper.

“I thought you said tulips represent love?” Yonghoon said, which caused you to laugh.

“I did, but I also said different colors can mean different things. Red tulips mostly mean love, but pink tulips represent happiness,” you explained, before handing him the list you had written with the flowers and their meaning. 

“Does this look good? Or would you like me to add anything?” Yonghoon’s eyes darted across your neat handwriting, before looking up with a smile.

“This looks perfect. You really know your flowers,” he joked. You chuckled, before moving to collect the flowers you’d need for the bouquet. 

“I’d hope so. I’ve only worked here for 2 years.” Yonghoon laughed at your quip, his eyes following as you darted across the shop, plucking flowers carefully from their buckets and gathering them delicately in one hand. 

Finally you walked back over towards him, tying the flowers together with a piece of string and wrapping them elegantly in brightly colored tissue paper.

“There, all finished,” you said, holding the masterpiece out to Yonghoon. He smiled at it, gently grabbing it with one hand. As he did, your fingers brushed and you felt yourself flinch slightly at the feeling of electricity that ran down your spine. Despite this, you forced yourself to ignore the now pounding heart in your chest in favor of grabbing the credit card Yonghoon was holding out to you.

“Thank you…?”

“Y/N,” you responded as you handed him his card back. He smiled softly as he slipped the plastic back into his pocket.

“A beautiful name. Thank you, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last nod before exiting out the door. You plopped back down into the chair as you reached for your book, letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. You shook your head, blaming your flustered state on the heat because, even though you knew the A/C was on, you didn’t want to admit the real reason for your burning cheeks.

Much to your surprise, Yonghoon continued to come in every week with a new reason to buy flowers. Each visit got longer and longer, with him asking millions of questions on different flowers to the point where you almost couldn’t answer them. However, as much as you did not want to admit it, you didn’t mind the visits he made. He was incredibly easy to talk to, his smile made your heart melt in your chest, and he seemed genuinely interested in everything that you said. Week after week, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for Yonghoon, and every week you became a little less opposed to the idea of his visits.

Meanwhile, Yonghoon was enjoying every visit that he made to your store. His bandmates, however, could not say the same. Their dorms had been turned into a small flower shop of their own and, while it was pretty, it was not very functional.

“Yonghoon, I can’t even find a spot to put my coffee cup down on the table!” Kanghyun whined as he plopped down onto the couch next to his leader. The other boys nodded their heads in agreement, making mentions of the countless other things that Yonghoons flowers stopped them from doing. Yonghoon pouted as he slumped into his seat, arms crossed.

“But I have no other reason to go see them but to get flowers! I’m sorry that love comes at such a beautiful price,” Yonghoon huffed dramatically. Dongmyeong rolled his eyes as he sat up, crossing his legs.

“Why don’t you just tell them how you feel?” “Are you crazy? What if they say no?”

“They won’t. I’m sure they’re just as enamored with you as you are them. Come on, you can even do it in an extremely dramatic and romantic way, since that’s what you like best,” Harin argued, earning a punch in the shoulder from Yonghoon, who sighed soon after.

“Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m never getting rid of these flowers.”

2 months after his first visit, Yonghoon walked into the flower shop already greeting you as you sat behind the counter reading as you usually did. You looked and grinned at him, the grin that made Yonghoon’s own heart flutter, before closing your book and standing up.

“Why welcome back. What can I do for you today, Yonghoon?” you asked, pulling out your pen and notepad to write down the flowers that he would need. He smiled as he leaned against the counter and smirked.

“I need a bouquet to confess to someone. I want it to be incredibly romantic, the whole 9 yards, you know?” Yonghoon said. You froze as you heard the words slip out of your mouth. A bouquet to confess to someone should not have made your heart sink the way that it did, but the thought of him romancing another person with the flowers you recommended made you want to throw up and cry at the same time.

“I… I see. Well, why don’t you tell me about them so I can recommend you a bouquet,” you asked, trying to settle your shaky voice. If Yonghoon noticed, he didn’t say anything as he continued to smile.

“Well, they’re extremely pretty and super smart. They are kind and generous, and always know how to make me laugh. I always feel warm when I’m with them, like I just drank the best hot chocolate, and they’re the perfect combination of tough and delicate,” he rambled, listing off thing after thing. Each note that you wrote down about this mystery person had your heart aching. This person sounded perfect, and you were happy for Yonghoon, but you couldn’t help but pity yourself at the fact that he was not buying these flowers for you.

“Well I think red roses are a must… and probably some peonies as well for beauty. We could add some carnations as well, if you’d like?” you asked, trying not to look at Yonghoon. You heard him hum in thought for a moment, before shifting his weight a little bit.

“I think some red tulips and maybe some hibiscuses would be nice,” Yonghoon said. You nodded quickly, writing them down, before handing the list to him with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned it like the first time he had come into the shop, before he beamed and nodded.

“Perfect!” You swallowed harshly, before moving to gather the flowers. You moved slowly, trying to stop the tears that threatened to prick your eyes with each flower that you picked up and held in your grasp.

Finally you had a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers, wrapping them gently and making them look as elegant as you could. After all, even if they were another person, you wanted Yonghoon to like them as much as you liked him.

“Here. I’m sure they’ll love them,” you said, plastering a small smile on your face in an attempt to not look as destroyed as you were feeling on the inside. Yonghoon chuckled lightly and nodded, smiling softly as he looked at the flowers.

“They’ll love them.” The credit card was exchanged, and then you both just stood there, neither of you speaking. You wished Yonghoon would just leave so you could cry in peace, but he fidgeted with the tissue paper around the flowers, his feet seemingly glued to the spot across the counter.

“It’s much harder to do this than I thought,” Yonghoon chuckled out. You looked at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he meant. It was only when you finally looked at his face, making eye contact with him, that he let a warm smile melt across his face, his hands moving to hold the flowers out.

“Is there something wrong with them?” you asked, reaching to take them and inspecting them to try and find the issues. Yonghoon chuckled, running a hand through his silky brown hair, before shaking his head.

“No, they are for you.” You felt like the world had just stopped around you. Your hands froze and you stared at him, mouth parted in surprise. These were for you? But he had said he wanted to use them to confess, and had even described the person to you!

“You were the person that I was describing, and I do want to confess. I want to confess to you,” Yonghoon replied, and you flushed as you realized that your thoughts had been spoken aloud. You held the flowers carefully to your chest, before looking up at him with eyes full of happiness.

“You idiot. You scared me, I thought you were buying these for another person!” you said, reaching out to hit his shoulder playfully. Yonghoon’s expression dropped as he realized his mistake and he sighed, before letting out a weak chuckle.

“Guess I’m not great at this confessing thing.”

“No… you’re wonderful at it. Seriously this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me. You used the thing that I love the most to tell me that you like me, and that overshadows any stupid assumptions I may have made,” you said. His expression lit up at your words and he smiled at you brightly.

“Does that mean I have permission to take you on a date?” He asked hopefully. You pretended to think, before nodding eagerly, giggling as you did so.

“It does, but next time buy me flowers from a different flower shop. I want to be surprised.” Yonghoon nodded happily, before he made his way behind the counter to give you a hug.

You melted into his arms, happily hugging him back with affection. There was nothing more perfect than hugging the man you loved in the place that you loved, and you were lucky enough to have that.