#and and and SHE THREW THE BOUQUET AT HIM 🥺

[elizeshiro]

CRYING IN THE CLUB RN HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME OP /pos

I literally don't know what possessed me to make an 11 page comic over these sad old men! bon appetit <3

[stellari-s]

Haiii! I saw your request were open, can I request a childhood friend!Ithaqua x gn reader that had been searching for him after his mother's death? Thank u so muchh if you were ok to doing thisss :'>

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hi, anon! i tried to put a (hopefully) nice spin on it. so, i hope you enjoy 🥺

request; yes, by anon! requests are (semi) open, but there is a queue and requests may take a while.

wc; 1 105.

tags; childhood friend! ithaqua x gn! reader, a bit of angst, ithaqua doesn’t actually show up, but he’s there, fluffy memories, could be platonic or romantic.

summary; in loving memory of the victim — your friend’s mother — of an unknown incident, you put flowers in front of that house every year. and… it appears you are not the only one who remembers.

“ah, (y/n)! it’s so good to see you — i was expecting you, in fact.”

with a small ring of a bell, you were welcomed with a hearty voice from within the store. the moment you stepped in, the fragrance of various flowers intermingled together, tickling your nose to the point you had to pause where you were at just to adjust.

you didn’t normally go to flower shops, even though you routinely visited it once a year, so you had never truly gotten used to its thick scent.

“when it comes to the smell, the only thing that makes me dizzier is the scent of perfumes,” you muttered.

if the owner of the shop heard you, she made no such signs. it was as though you had said nothing at all as she smiled. “well? do you want the usual bouquet?”

the usual…

just how long had it been, for the bouquet you asked for to become ‘the usual’? how long had it been, for the owner to remember exactly what you ask for, despite visiting merely once a year?

“yes.” you threw her a small nod and a smile. “the usual, please.”

“coming right up!”

you waited around at the entrance, occasionally stealing glances at the other flowers scattered around the shop — on the ground, the tables, and hanging in pots from above.

“have you finally shown interest in some other flowers?”

“whoa!!” your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest up to your throat as you jumped backward, seeing the owner right before you.

the owner, too, looked shocked. albeit for a different reason. “…am i a ghost to you or something?”

you shook your head quickly. “n-no, just looking around.”

“and? did anything catch your eye?”

“my eye…”

recomposing yourself from the shock with a couple of deep breaths, you looked around. your eyes scanned through all the vividly colorful flowers, but they stopped on a certain batch.

among the flashy colors and large petals, this batch looked quite humble in comparison, and it made your scanning gaze freeze for a second. noticing this, the owner followed the direction of your gaze to the flowers your eyes had fixated on — they were small, five-petaled flowers, a light, almost baby blue in color.

“ah,” the owner nodded as she continued, “those are forget-me-nots. you have good taste in flowers, for those to catch your eye.”

forget-me-nots… the desire not to be forgotten? i didn’t know they were called ‘forget-me-nots.’

even though you were far from a flower connoisseur, looking at them made nostalgia bubble up from the pit of your stomach, pricking your heart like needles.

“guys, come here a minute!”

you two had been playing in the small living room, working on a small puzzle together, but upon hearing the voice outside, you two glanced at each other before bringing yourselves up to your feet and shuffling outside.

there crouched a lady with a smile as warm as the sun, eyes that reminded you of the spring breeze, and long, flowing hair that that carried a gentle, earthy scent every time it danced with the wind.

she raised her arm, gesturing for us to come.

and so, you approached her.

“see, aren’t these cute flowers?”

she pointed to the five-petaled, light blue flower on the ground. it was relatively small, and it must have been hard to spot, but you had always felt the lady before you, your friend’s mother, was quite in tune with the nature around her. she always seemed so… at home.

“what are these called, mama?” your friend tilted his head, his light blue eyes fixed on the small blue flowers.

“they are called—”

“forget-me-nots are commonly given to those you are parting with, maybe for a short time, or maybe for a long time,” the owner explained, “to send a message that you would like for them to remember you, in the good times and the bad. even if the distance is endless, the memory still binds us together.”

you couldn’t help but flash her a teasing smile next to you. “have you thought about becoming a storyteller?”

“well, i was born into a family of florists,” she replied, taking your teasing question seriously, “so, as much as i’ve thought about it, and maybe dreamed of it, i decided to become a florist in the end.”

“i guess it’s something you can’t change, then.”

a lot of things couldn’t be changed because of the whims of fate, perhaps like that incident that stole her — and him — away.

“…i guess so.”

you two exchanged wry smiles, and in the end, you had decided to buy some forget-me-nots along with your usual bouquet.

the house you used to play with Itha at was now abandoned.

the incident that had separated you two largely remained uncovered, as the church had pulled some strings to keep it all under the rug.

perhaps because that made you angry and frustrated, but you still couldn’t let go of the past.

years had passed, but you still couldn’t find your old friend. but, you had heard certain rumors that started popping up ever since the incident happened — that slight change was the only proof such a tragedy had happened.

there is nothing in the woods, but if you venture too deep, a monster in the woods would cut you down.

you approached the dusty house, now like a ruin that contained the distant memory of liveliness. at the door, you placed the bouquet and forget-me-nots together. then, you clasped your hands together and closed your eyes, sending a silent prayer to the skies above.

maybe, it was a sore last-ditch attempt to find him.

then, you left, as silently as you had come.

alone.

the following day, when you decided to take a detour and stop by that house once again (on a whim, perhaps), you couldn’t help but notice something… different.

the bouquet you had left was now gone, leaving even more forget-me-nots in place of where the bouquet was originally laid.

you widened your eyes slightly.

there is nothing in the woods, but if you venture too deep, a monster in the woods would cut you down.

if there was nothing but a monster in the woods, then who could be the one leaving these flowers behind?

you knew the answer already in the back of your mind, but with a single tear tracing your cheek, the name was kept lodged in your throat.

i miss you — i’ve always been searching for you.

we are apart right now, but please, whatever you do and wherever you are, do not forget me.

[my-own-walker]

im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u

I Can't Handle Change

note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!

summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺

warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,

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Little things wore Tate down over time.

He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.

She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.

Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.

Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.

When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.

I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.

She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.

On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.

'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.

Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.

Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.

I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.

'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.

'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'

'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.

'What happened, love?' I asked softly.

'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.

'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.

'She hit me, Y/N.'

I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'

'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.

His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.

'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'

'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.

'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.

The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.

And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.

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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.

[taelme]

hi there! i know it’s been a while since you’ve wrote ‘all at once, the happiness i knew’ but i wanted to try my luck to see if you would consider writing a mini epilogue or drabble on how their dynamics would work after getting back together. i’m curious to know how it will change since she has never relied on hyuck all this time. this is the first haechan fic i’ve read in a long time and i’m really bummed it wasn’t a little longer 🥺 thank you for listening to my request either way! 🤍

hey hey!! I did something a little impulsively before one of my lessons HAHA but I hope you like it!

link to the fic here

word count: 1.7k words

"Let's go, Dong!" Seul's laugh bubbled out of her like honey, bouncing off the high ceilings and thick pillars of the grand building's foyer.

"You let your daughter call you dong?!" Chenle snickered, handing the bouquet of flowers in his hand to Jaehyun so he could focus on fixing his hair.

"It's Donghyuck, baby, I've told you a million times you have to say it together," Donghyuck corrected, his nagging tone made harmless by the smitten smile on his face, his gaze constantly flickering from the beloved girl clinging to his back with her arms wrapped around his neck and the doors he hoped he would see you walk out of soon.

"But mommy calls you hyuck," she pouted, genuine confusion written on her features as Donghyuck sighed.

"You know I'd let you call me anything if you wanted, but Dong in some languages means—"

"Means your daddy's very handsome. Call him that more," Chenle grinned at Seul before turning back to his phone, "Anyway, this isn't the last ceremony, is it? I'm honestly confused at this point. Does this mean she can do actual lawyer stuff now?" Chenle asked, his gaze softening as he gave himself one last look at his appearance in his phone front camera before shoving it into his pocket, shaking his head to mess his hair slightly just for good measure.

"This is the swearing in one," Jaehyun quipped, casting a brief smirk at a girl who was walking past him, earning a snort from Donghyuck and a gasp from Seul.

"I bet you don't even know what that means," Donghyuck rolled his eyes, shifting Seul further up his back. She was probably getting too old for this, but he didn't mind.

"So mommy has to say poop—?"

"Not that kind of swearing, baby," Donghyuck corrected gently, ignoring Chenle's burst of laughter.

"There's a lot worse than just poop, Seul," Chenle muttered, earning an amused smile from Jaehyun.

"Don't tell me," Seul dipped her head down to nuzzle it in against her father's shoulder with a giggle, "Mommy'll scold you."

As calm and collected as he seemed on the outside, Donghyuck couldn't seem to get a grip on the state of his heart. His heart was busy racing as though this were his very first date with you and he was waiting for you, flowers in hand, to walk out of the front door of your house.

Though he did have flowers this time, perhaps the racing of his heart was different. Not out of nervousness this time, but sheer anticipation of the moment he would get to wrap his arms around you, press a kiss to your lips (forehead, cheek, wherever, honestly) and tell you he was so proud of you.

And perhaps you knew that, because when the doors opened it was as if you just knew where to find him. Your gaze zeroing in on your family that you absolutely adored.

Practically jogging over, your heels clacking loudly against the marbled floor as people whose loved ones had yet to come out looked on with smiles, you threw your arms around Donghyuck and Seul, the little girl erupting in giggles and relishing in the cold feeling of your clothes and skin, and the smell of you that was so familiar to her.

Donghyuck was the same, his arms freed as Seul's legs and arms kept her glued to him, letting him bring his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, pressing all the kisses he could to your forehead, cheek, lips, littering the warmth of his affection on your skin.

The smile he received in return brought him more happiness than anything he could ask for.

"Done? Is it our turn yet?" Chenle cringed, though a satisfied smile replaced his expression when Donghyuck let go of you, freeing you to greet your friends.

"Not yet!" jumping down from Donghyuck's shoulders with a thud, Seul practically jumped into your embrace, snuggling her face into your clothes as her little hands gripped tightly onto your coat.

"These are from us," Jaehyun spoke up, a proud smile on his face as he pushed the bouquet of flowers towards you, taking the bouquet into your arms as you felt Donghyuck wordlessly pulling your tote bag from your shoulder, slipping it onto his instead.

Now, there were no protests of 'it's okay, I can carry it' or dismayed looks cast his way. Casting a simple smile of acknowledgement and thanks his way, you understood that this was Donghyuck's way of showing love.

"Anyway, I was asking just now but nobody seemed to have an answer," Chenle began, earning a curious look from you as Seul absently played with the little band on your ring finger, "Does this ceremony mean you're an actual lawyer now? Like you can actually practice now?"

You grinned, a wave of relief running through your veins at the sound of Chenle's words.

"Uh-huh," you grinned, not missing the way the sight of your smile was enough to put a smile on Donghyuck's face as well.

"Amazing. I have such smart friends," Chenle sighed, hand to his chest for the dramatics.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, though all of you were still smiling giddily, having waited for this moment for a while now.

"Let's take a picture!"

There was no other way to describe the sheer normalcy of the moment. It wasn't over-the-top happiness from finally feeling like your hard work paid off, neither was it overwhelming pride at your academic achievements. Instead, it was a strange softness that filled you, knowing that the people around you had become a base for you to rely on. Even though you'd heard many things about the justice system, how cold it could be, how taxing it could be, it was reassuring to know you would always receive warmth and love when you came home.

Donghyuck had made that clear in the time you'd spent since you'd gotten back together, that he wouldn't ask anything of you but for you to simply receive the love he had for you.

You were reminded of that again as you were walking along the quay after dinner with Donghyuck's arm wrapped around you, his hand tucked into your coat pocket as you walked.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?” he murmured, giving you a small squeeze, a foolish smile playing on his lips simply at the thought of how much you've achieved.

"As if you don't tell me enough," you rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face spoke for itself.

An exaggerated sigh of relief left him.

"Thank god, my smarty pants wife knows that much," he turned to press a kiss to your temple, a giddy feeling fluttering around you and enveloping you, as if trapping all the love he sent your way, keeping it safe in your heart.

"Thank you, by the way, for being with me through... you know, all of that."

All of that being the countless mental breakdowns, long nights spent studying and sleepless nights before moot courts rolling around restlessly in bed with Donghyuck's embrace and soothing words and presence serving as a reminder that you were capable.

Donghyuck simply turned to you, tilting his head with a soft smile directed your way.

"I've said it a thousand times, and i'll say it again. I know you're more than capable of doing all of that on your own, I never doubted that. But all the love you give into others, into your work, into me... it can drain you," he murmured, and you nodded along, knowing very well what he was about to say without him having to say it. You knew it came from a place of love, regardless.

"I'll continue to be someone you can receive from, for as long as humanly possible," he smiled, his tone gentle and reassuring yet no less firm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke his next words, “god knows my love for you can't run out."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, scoffing in spite of the feeling that overwhelmed you once again.

It came all at once, then took its time spreading through your body, soothing like little waves that lapped at the stone of the quay you walked on, quietly making itself known then soothing you the more it came.

“I know,” you were convicted surely, time had let you realise that much, “I love you.”

Donghyuck’s smile grew into a grin, his heart doing flips as if he were hearing you say it for the very first time. And honestly, that was what it felt like for you too. Each time you said it, it was a proclamation that felt new, filled with more love than before, all of which you desired for him to keep safe in his heart as well.

Here he was, your safe base that was always so giving, even as he stopped in his tracks and turned you to face him, leaning over to kiss you deeply enough that you started feeling like a giddy teen.

“You know, since now you’re not as busy studying… and our very sweet but extremely nosy child is very much occupied at Chenle’s house…” you gave him a knowing look, giddiness multiplying tenfold from the way he was looking at you, “I’d love for you to show me,” he teased, his hand moving under your coat to rub at the skin of your waist drowsily, his other hand moving your hair out of your face.

Trust him to go from a hundred to a completely different kind of hundred just in a matter of moments.

“Really? I thought you said you knew how much I love you?” Your tone was equally as teasing, earning a scoff from him and a sulky pout on his lips making itself known.

“Come on, you know what I mean,” he gave you a pointed look, earning an eye roll from you.

A lighthearted playfulness filled you, figuring you should milk it as much as you could.

“You know, speaking of Seul, we should probably be getting back soon—“

“Y/N.”

“Okay fine, let’s go. It’s gonna take us ages to get back to our car.”

Donghyuck grinned, hooking his arm around yours and practically dragging you as fast as he could. Perhaps a different kind of excitement was in the thumping of Donghyuck’s heart now, but it was no less real and no less special. For that and for the boy tugging on your arm and threatening to carry you to the car if you wouldn’t pick up your pace, you already had much more to be thankful for than you ever could imagine.

[shookspearewrites]

Shookspeare Valentines: Dazai

My flowers it is time for the Dazai installment of #shookspearevalentines and when I tell you I have so much fun writing for him! Dazai is such a lovely character and I’m,, I love him sm 🥺 

I’m tagging my sweet little apple @dazaiswindow bc I know that she is the #1 Dazai stan, the conductor of the Dazai train and we must respect he as such! Srsly tho, ily Sara! And you should totally check out her writings if you haven’t already - she’s so super talented ^^

- JJ x

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Irises in your eyes, Dazai Osamu x MC

“Dazai must you stare at me so intensely while I’m trying to work?” MC sighed softly as she wiped her flour-covered hands against her apron.The sweet housemaid sauntered from the kitchen counter and over to the table a few feet across the room where her darling poet of a husband sat. She leant down to kiss his lips sweetly, their gazes meeting after their lips parted, “You know if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked.”

“Ah-ah, Toshiko-san, you just keep on working,” Dazai smiled charmingly at his wife, a playful twinkle in his golden eyes, “I’m just observing, is all. Nothing more, nothing less.” His smile only grew when MC rolled her eyes and gave him another quick kiss before returning to the bread that she was baking. The novelist watched her lovingly, his gaze softer than ever before as his eyes followed her around the kitchen with adoration. Dazai took a notebook and pen from one of his pockets and put ink to paper, jotting down a few inspired lines which had unexpectedly come to him before he stood up from his chair. With long strides, he approached his wife and held her waist between his warm hands, leaning over her shoulder to softly kiss her cheek, “I’ve got to help Ai-chan in the city this afternoon,” he lied through his teeth to give himself an alibi, “But I’ll be home before dinner.” Though, that second part was nothing but the truth.

“Okay, Dazai. Be careful and I love you.” His wife responded before she turned in his embrace to hug him closely.

“As I love you.” The novelist replied to MC before giving her a soft kiss and taking his leave.

A few hours later, Dazai found himself sat by the sloshing waters of the Seine, scribbling away in his book of poetry when his eyes fell upon a florist just across the river. How perfect, he thought as he stood and strolled over toward the shop. The charming novellist pushed open the front door and greeted the shop keeper with a sincere smile, “Bonjour.”

By the time that Dazai had returned to the mansion, MC had figured out that her husband had not been out to city to assist Isaac, rather, on the contrary, the physicist in question has been at home for most of the day. Though, she had simply brushed it off for the most part since she knew that her husband had a little habit of mixing up his plans. The soft spoken Japanese man entered the dining room where his darling wife was beginning to set the table in preparation for dinner in half an hour’s time. “Ah, good evening, MC-san.” Dazai hummed softly, his arms behind his back as he approached his beautiful wife, “Did you miss me?”

“More than you can imagine, Dazai-san.” She replied as she put down the cutlery she was polishing to greet him with a kiss to his soft cheek, “What’ve you got hidden behind your back, dear?”

“Oh, you’ve caught me! Oops- well, I might as well show you,” the poet grinned as he produced an immaculate bouquet from behind his back, the beautiful flowers making his radiant wife gasp with delight, “Happy valentines day.”

“Oh Dazai,” the lady threw her arms around her husband joyfully as she smiled gleefully. MC took the flowers in her hands and gazed at them adoringly before returning her attention to Dazai, “My wedding bouquet ... you remembered!” Dazai chuckled lightheartedly and nodded before sharing another sweet kiss with MC who couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from her lips, “Happy valentines day, my love.”

“And I have another surprise but, it seems that it’ll have to wait until after dinner,” Dazai grinned at the small pout which formed on MC’s sweet lips as the couple noticed Sebastian entering the dining room, “Don’t pout, MC-san! It shall all be worth the wait.”

Dinner that evening seemed to go by agonizingly slowly as MC anxiously awaited whatever surprises that Dazai may have up his sleeve. Though, when the end of the meal finally rolled around and MC was relieved of her nightly chores by Sebastian, she couldn’t seem to find her eccentric husband anywhere. That is, until she reached their shared bedroom which was adorned with countless lit candles which gave the room a delightfully romantic atmosphere. Dazai sat on the bed and beckoned his gorgeous wife toward him, to which she complied, laying down comfily beside him. “I wrote you a poem. Please may I read it to you?”

“I-I, of course you can, Dazai,” MC blushed softly as the inky-haired man’s sunset-like gaze met her own.

“It seems that even in the winter you bloom brightly,

And your petals blossom nightly,

For you are the prettiest flower in the garden of my heart.

There’s no doubt in my mind,

That there are irises in your eyes,

And that you are the finest flower of the bunch.

I’d like to say, if I may, that despite their beauty,

You, my dear, are far more exquisite than any bouquet.”

 Dazai smiled after his romantic recital, rather pleased with the speechless, blushing bundle of adorableness that was his heavenly wife who lay in his strong arms. MC buried her face into the crook of her husband’s neck as she blushed a bright pink that could put even the prettiest of roses to shame, the heat off of her cheeks radiating onto her lover’s skin. “Thank you, Dazai. It’s beautiful,” She whispered, placing a careful kiss to his cheek and then another to his earlobe, “You’re beautiful.”

“Well then, that makes two of us, doesn’t it, MC?”

[dont-call-me-baby-posts]

MOLLY - WHAT IN THE WORLD, I AM COMPLETELY SHATTERED. Bye bye to meee 😭 I think one of the lines that killed me was when he called her ‘baby’ and then it all went downhill 😵‍💫 I loved the separated by a wall scene. And how the desperation between parties were switched with how in the ‘beginning’ of the relationship she refused him but in this chapter he refused her - such a contrast (and they were both kind of drunk-ish).

side note: having her nickname sunflower is so bittersweet to me because sunflower is my original favorite and I tried throwing a bouquet at my show but missed the stage terribly so I’m just going to go cry in a corner now lol. I do love the farm dreams because yes!

Thank you for your greatness. If ever, please, sell a manuscript - I need this in like a three part series on the big screens.

AGDIEHDHW ILY!!

Thank you so much 🥺🥺 I really loved this chapter so I’m glad you liked it, too! I just love pain what can I say???🤭 I was rereading it before I posted and I literally was like… this too much 😮‍💨

And OMG when I was in pit at the LR show he was throwing sunflowers into the crowd and he threw one right over my head and I missed it 😵‍💫 I’ll never recover from that fr. It’s haunts me to this day.

Also kind of a side note but OMG that’s literally how I see it in my head when I’m writing it. Like an actual full length feature film 🤭🤭 embarrassing