#but!!!! i think i'm going to buy her flowers and have them delivered to her house :)

[bunnys-kisses]

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ i love dark!simon as much as the next rabbit... but what about loving!simon?

simon had always been weary of love. he thought most women wanted a cute boyfriend, not a bulky mass of a man with more scars than hairs on his head. he was the kind of man with odd sleep schedules, he was scary and unapproachable. he remembered a time a waitress at a restaurant tried to get her co-worker to take his order because she was afraid simon was going to hurt her.

but you saw something different. you saw how he'd lean down to your level, let you kiss across the exposed parts of his face. how he'd buy you flowers on fridays and made sure that none of them could harm your cat. he was also a good cat dad to the stray you took in. simon remarked that it seemed like you had a thing for taking in strays. you just smiled and said, "well, every animal deserves a good home." and later that night carded your fingers through his hair as he rested his head on your lap. you think about delivered pizzas on tuesdays, and him trying to explain the 'complicated' nature of football (correct football).

"i'm sorry i can't be your knight in shining armor." he said with his face up against your middle, cuddling in bed. you replied, "si, i'm the furthest thing from a princess. plus, growing up i didn't care for disney movies." and the mean, terrifying solider just melted into you. simon loved you, you were what kept his heart from growing cold. you were the rays of light in the morning. being with you assured that idea that he was still human. still able to love.

and simon showed his love for you every chance he got. even in more intimate ways. sex between you two was hot, but it wasn't quick. simon mapped out each of your curves with his tongue, he made sure his girl came at least twice before his cock even got a taste of your pussy. your pleasure was his priority. and you in turn showered him in praise. kisses along his scars as you reached for his cock. it was a mutual affair, filled with an intense love.

he'd still if you made a pained noise and apologize for being too rough. his hands never left bruises on you, but you left nice hickies on his neck and shoulders. sometimes you'd be on top so you could control the pace and other times he'd have you on your back to gaze into your beautiful eyes as he moved against you. his cock was a bit of a stretch, but you made it work. even if he had to watch you play with your clit and finger yourself to get yourself nice and ready for him. and he'd eagerly watch, those brown eyes focused on your sopping wet pussy. his cock in his grasp, edging himself before he sank into your sweet sex.

afterwards, simon kept you in his arms. using his protective muscle to keep you safe. kisses on your warmed cheeks and asking if you need anything. his girl wouldn't go without. because he loved you. his entire life he had felt on the outside, like a monster. but as he held you to his side, he felt human. a human capable of a deep ever lasting love. you were his heartbeat, the rhythm that kept him alive. <3

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

Hi babe! I saw your post about sending requests! What about Husband!Jean who is absolutely head over heels for his wife. Like he still gets giddy whenever he sees her and still flirts with her as if they aren’t married. 😭 it’s so cute!

Husband!Jean headcanons

Summary: Jean being a sweetie as your husband!!

CW: lots of fluff, maybe a little suggested smut, not much.

Husband Jean who loves to do acts of service for his beloved like making you breakfast in bed on the weekends, running you a warm bath, giving you massages when you're on the couch, bringing you flowers home as soon as he can

Husband Jean who wakes up before you and lets you sleep while admiring your beautiful sleeping face, just thinking about how lucky he is to sleep next to you

Husband Jean who pulls a blanket over you whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, being sure to tuck you in and kiss your forehead

Husband Jean who insists he hates your silly little shows but watches and comments on them the entire time

He'd pretend to be looking at his phone and glance up when you're not looking until you catch him watching intently making little comments every now and then on what's happening until he asks you to watch it with him

Husband Jean who drunk texts you about how much he loves his wife lmao

"Look you're really sweet I'm sure but I'm married" in response to your text asking him when he was coming home later

Husband Jean who buys you whatever you want whenever you want

you tell him you don't need him to, and you don't want to be spoiled but how could he not spoil you when you're so perfect

Husband Jean who comes up from behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist while you're trying to cook dinner for him

"You're so beautiful you know that baby?" while pressing a kiss to your temple

Husband Jean who insists you look better without makeup, even when you tell him that's not necessarily a compliment

Husband Jean who brushes out your hair after your shower

Husband Jean who tries to do all the chores around the house because he thinks you're too pretty to work

Husband Jean who would go out of his way to bring you coffee at work just because you were feeling a little stressed

Of course he remembers your coffee order and he would write a cute little message on it before delivering it to you

"Got this for you honey, just a little pick me up"

Always touching you lol loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, smelling your scent when he hugs you, loves when you lay on him, picking you up, hugging you.

Still flirts with you like you're dating

'"Hey gorgeous how 'bout you and me go on a little date later hm?" "Jean we're married... and we live together."

Husband Jean who doesn't even notice any other women, if he dated anyone before you ha can't remember

You're his one and only and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Husband Jean who secretly smells your perfume when you're away because he misses you so much

And of course, if you're away for a while he would write you handwritten letters detailing how much he adores you

Husband Jean who has a big boy job and makes lots of money so he tries to convince you to quit you're job because "Pretty girls shouldn't have to work"

Always wants to kiss you even when it annoys you

Just brushed your teeth? Kiss. Got super drunk? Kiss. Just woke up? Kiss. Trying to eat your dinner? Kiss. In the middle of drinking the coffee, he bought you? Kiss. He can't get enough

Husband Jean who worships your body both sexually and non-sexually.

Loves watching the way you walk, the way your face crinkles when you laugh, loves the feeling of your small fingers intertwined with his, loves how soft your hair is.

Would kiss every inch of your body and has

When you're "making love" as he calls it he would just worship you the entire time

Husband Jean who still gets all flustered and embarrassed when you tell him you want him

Husband Jean whose face turns all red and turns away when you take your clothes out in front of him because he wants to be respectful

Husband Jean who puts your pleasure first of course

"You're so fucking beautiful baby, how did I get so lucky?"

"God you have the most perfect tits I've ever fucking seen."

"You're so gorgeous under me you know that? You know how pretty you are?"

Drives you around everywhere, you're the passenger princess of course

Opens every door for you whenever he can

Knows all of your favorite things and gets them for you whenever you're feeling down

Let's you cry on his chest and holds you tight while he wipes away your tears with his tough fingers.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Room for two | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Fluff

Note: apparently I've been lax in writing fluff so ive been demanded to write it to pay back for all the angst

Spoilers! post-muzan's death

begins in reg.AU and then switches to modern 

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They were buried together. Sanemi saw it with his own eyes. He was allowed out of bed for the funeral, though supported by Tengen's sturdy arm. Apparently, Obanai had been holding onto Mitsuri for dear life—rather, death—and they had been unable to be seperated. The thought made Sanemi's heart ache for them and he wondered what had happened in the moments before their death. Had Obanai been able to tell her finally? If so, Sanemi was glad of it. At least he'd have some sort of final rest before he drew his last breath. Nevertheless, it hurt him to watch as the coffin was lowered into the ground and the stone engraved with their names was placed upon the freshly packed earth.

The coffin was large and specifically adorned beautifully. The Ubuyashiki's had left money to the side to buy the gravestones and coffins to be gorgeously made for each and every Demon Slayer who had deceased in the past thousand years. Kiriya and the others had made sure that the same money was used to buy coffins for the Demon Slayers who had died fighting Muzan as well, keeping the tradition.

This particular coffin was built large enough to have room for two as both Obanai and Mitsuri were tucked inside. It looked pecuiliar, two stones over one grave. But it fit. They had always been close to one another, despite their obvious differences and neither wanting to tell the other how they felt. They had been close. And they would be even through death.

Sanemi leaned against Tengen, letting himself relax slightly. 

"Are you tired?" Tengen asked, shifting their position.

"I'm fine. I want to stay here, still," Sanemi murmured.

"Alright. Tell me if you want to go."

"I will."

Words were spoken for the two Hashira and Sanemi watched as bundles of flowers piled up all around the grave, decorating it and making it look as alive and colorful as the two had been. As they were. People started leaving as the sun slowly made its descent down the sky and still Sanemi stood, watching the grave with a melancholy smile. Finally, he stood up, almost tipping over from the sudden movement.

Tengen, startled, quickly held onto him before he fell.

"I'm ready to go," Sanemi told him.

"M'kay," Tengen replied, taking his arm and guiding him out and down the path, back home.

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"There won't be any room!" Obanai whined as he eyed the ferris wheel.

"Oh, don't be a pussy," Sanemi groaned, rolling his eyes. "Kanroji's going to be back from the bathroom any second now, you have to ask her to go with you before the place closes."

"Why are we even going at night, then?" Obanai protested.

"Because the lights of the city will be turning on and it'll be more romantic so you can ask her out," Sanemi explained, crossing his arms. "She's coming, now. If you don't ask her now, I'm going to set her up with Tomioka."

"He doesn't even—does he like her?" Obanai asked with a sudden panic. 

Sanemi laughed. "No. But he's like you in some ways. While you're too scared to ask to be her boyfriend, he's too scared to turn down someone's offer to date him. Honestly, you two should be best friends with all your similarities. Now, go ask her out because Tomioka is right there and I'm not afraid to get him."

Mitsuri walked up to them, giving Obanai no time to snap at Sanemi before he seemingly disappeared, leaving the two alone.

"Eh? Wasn't Shinazugawa here?" Mitsuri asked, confused as she looked around. 

Obanai blinked. "Oh- Uhm, he went to go on a ride with Tomioka," he said. That's what you get. Now Mitsuri will think Sanemi and Giyuu are being all lovey-dovey.

Through his peripheral vision, he saw Sanemi roll his eyes from behind a random tree. He smiled contently to himself, then gathered up as much courage as he could to deliver the question.

"Oh! Okay!" Mitsuri said. "Will we be leaving soon? I think it's going to close in a bit."

"Uh... Do you wanna go on the ferris wheel together?" Obanai mumbled, his cheeks burning red already as he awaited rejection.

"Just us?!"

Obanai nodded.

"Eeehhh?! Really?!" Mitsuri squealed.

Obanai's gaze was set on the ground and he was unsure if this was a good or bad reaction.

"Of course!! I would love to!!" Mitsuri responded, practically vibrating with excitement.

From surprise, Obanai's head snapped up. "Really?"

"Yeahh!! Oh, we should go now before they close up, hurry!" Mitsuri urged excitedly, taking his hand in her own and running off towards the ferris wheel. She all but dragged him there as they gave their tickets over.

"Are the two of you going in together?" the person handling the tickets asked.

Mitsuri nodded. "Yep!" 

"Right. It might be small but it's the last round we're going tonight and there isn't enough time to wait for the two-person ones to be open, if that's alright."

"Yes, it's fine," Obanai spoke up, deciding that they would go now or he would die.

"Very well."

The door was opened and they both clambered inside. There were seats on either side of it but it was, as informed, tightly spaced. For a moment, Obanai had a sense of claustrophobia. Then he remembered Mitsuri was only a foot or less away from him and his panic turned into a flustered one as he remembered that Sanemi was forcing him to ask her out.

The wheel started to move and Mitsuri smiled at Obanai.

"I'm happy to go on this with you. I wanted to go earlier but I thought it wouldn't be as fun by myself and I forgot," she explained. 

"Oh. I'm happy to go with you, too," Obanai said. Then realized that was probably stupid to say since he was the one who asked her in the first place and corrected himself. "I mean, I'm happy you acepted my offer."

Mitsuri beamed.

They waited a bit as they were slowly moved up. As they started to reach the top, Obanai drew in a breath deciding he would tell her now. At least she couldn't run away from him in here. 

Mitsuri was gazing out of the window, eyes wide in awe. The sun was setting and, as Sanemi had said, lights were flickering on all over the city. From up here you could see the whole city stretching out before them. The lights from the buildings and cars were scattered about and it looked as if they were stars, a whole sky waiting for him to tell her. 

"It's sooo pretty," Mitsuri murmured, her breath fogging up the glass.

Obanai nodded but, in his mind, Mitsuri was far more beautiful than the view. 

They reached the peak of the wheel, sitting above what seemed like everything. A burst of ecstasy of being here with Mitsuri, of being up here, hit Obanai and he let the words flow from him as quickly as he could, before he freaked out. The wheel would round back up again since it went around twice, but the first time was the best and he wanted her to know now.

"Mitsuri?"

"Yes?"

"I... like you. Like... romantically. A lot. And I wanted to know if you would maybe consider... being my girlfriend?" Obanai asked. He was sure his voice was too quiet to be heard, especially through his mask. Yet Mitsuri's eyes widened at the question and for a moment she said nothing.

They were already making their way back down, half way there. That was fine. At least he'd told her at the top.

Then Mitsuri all but fell onto him in her excitement, forgetting they were in such closed quarters. She squeaked, ended up bonking her head twice as she tried to get up until she managed to sit across from Obanai again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry," she hurried to say, averting her eyes.

"It's fine," Obanai said, resisting the urge to smile. She was adorable. Oh god. "Ah... So your answer? Also—please don't feel obligated to say yes or whatever," he said quickly, remembering what Sanemi had said about Giyuu. "You can say no if you don't want it."

"Oh! Oh, no, no," Mitsuri said, shaking her head.

For a moment, Obanai figured she meant about his question and his heart sank. And then she said, "Uhm, uhm, I would love to be with you! As your girlfriend! I really would! If you would take me as... as yours, then I would definitely date you."

Obanai's eyes widened as he struggled to process this. "Really?"

She nodded enthusiastically, face dusted pink as she caught his gaze. "I lov- I mean, I like you too, and I have for a bit... It's embarrassing, but I've admired you for a while now and I didn't know if you would see me as anything but a friend, so I didn't ask," she said.

The ferris wheel was going up again and Obanai took her hands in his own. 

"That's... how I've felt about you," he admitted. "But I'm happy you feel the same..."

Mitsuri nodded again, her embarrassed smile turning sweet. "Of course I do! You're so cool, Iguro-San, I don't know how I wouldn't like you!"

Obanai's face turned pink at the praised and he glanced down. "I thought myself unworthy of being with someone as amazing as you, really."

"Eh? Really?!" Mitsuri exclaimed. "Ah- I'm so flattered right now, I think I'm going to melt the ride..."

Obanai laughed gently, looking back up at her. "I think we both will, then," he said quietly.

"Iguro-san?"

"Yes?"

"Ehm... Can I kiss you?" she asked nervously.

Obanai took a moment to process this. Then he nodded, tugging his mask off.

Mitsuri smiled nervously before she leaned closer, her eyes fluttering close. Obanai copied her movements and then—

Then he felt the plush of her lips on his own and the slippery feeling of her lip gloss. His hands moved blindly, cupping her face. His heart felt afire, as if it was burning for the endless affection he wished he could communicate to her as they pulled apart.

They seemed to mirror each other with their mouths slightly ajar, eyes wide and cheeks red. Then Mitsuri laughed softly, happily and Obanai followed her example, feeling exhilerated. He glanced to his side and realized they were already almost all the way down. Mitsuri noticed too and pouted for a moment, then smiled again.

"Well, we already saw it once. And it was fine we didn't get to see it again," she said, handing him his mask. 

Obanai agreed. "It was better the second time around," he teased, putting his mask back on. The ferris wheel was stopping slowly, letting off each passenger.

Eventually, it stopped at theirs and Obanai stepped out. He held out a hand for Mitsuri and she took it. They walked away to where Sanemi and Giyuu were talking by, neither letting go of the other's hand.

Sanemi grinned when they arrived and Mitsuri parted from Obanai to go talk to Giyuu while Sanemi confronted him.

"I saw you two kiss," Sanemi said, waving his phone to show a picture of the ferris wheel. He zoomed into the part where Obanai and Mitsuri sat and Obanai flushed, realizing that Sanemi had somehow gotten exactly where they had kiss. They had been at the very top, then, and Obanai decided that he had been wrong about being at the top the first time was better. The second time was definitely best.

"Shut up," Obanai huffed. "And delete that picture."

Sanemi hummed. "No."

"Then send it to me."

"I can do that," Sanemi said, tapping on his phone to send it. "Anyway, I'm assuming you two are dating now?"

Obanai nodded, a smile curving his lips without him realizing. "Mhm. Also I told you there wasn't enough room. The one we went in was supposed to be for one person but they ran out."

Sanemi shrugged. "Looked like there was just enough room for two. Especially with you both just getting all on top of each other and kissing."

"I- We only kissed once!" Obanai whined, pushing Sanemi lightly.

"Mhm. Well, count on me not being around when you two kiss more. I can't handle that." 

"SHUT UP!!!"

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« Word count: 2024 »

HELP THE WORD COUNT WASNT ACTUALLY ON PURPOSE 😭🙏

also y'all can ignore the fact that the first part was technically a lil angsty, I don't wanna talk about my inability to write only fluff

[httpsserene-main]

hiii! i made this prompt list for my 3k special but, feel free to use this as inspiration for your own writing needs :) please remember to like, reblog, link, and credit me if you decide to use any prompt(s) of this list !!! tysm xxx

𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 — a list of dialogue and situational prompts for "characters" who aren't in a relationship just yet! friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers— any situation works!

Sending you dumb questions, funny jokes, or random thoughts in replacement of good morning texts.

"When I said I've never had anybody buy me flowers before, I didn't mean for you to turn my apartment into a flower shop."

They have food delivered to your job when you text them about being to busy to take a break for lunch.

"Hey! I didn't expect to see you here?" "Hi! Yeah, this isn't my kind of scene, but *friend* begged me to come." "Huh. They also asked me to join them." (The friend never shows up.)

You order food without asking for certain items you don't like to be removed because you know that they'll happily eat what you don't.

"I think I lost my favorite hoodie. I've turned my entire house upside down and I can't find it anywhere." "Maybe that's because you left it at my place two weeks ago." "Well— were you ever going to give it back?"

They make sure you always walk on the inside of the sidewalk.

"What if we pretend to be a couple so we can get a free dessert?"

Leaving a date early because the person didn't do something that they usually do.

"Hey, my mom wants to know if you're coming to family dinner tonight?" "Isn't it weird for me to come? We broke up two months ago, baby." "Okay, I'm not going to lie, you're giving me mixed signals. I'm telling her you're coming."

Both of you reaching for the last package of an obscure ingredient at the grocery.

"Call me when you're ready to leave, I can pick you up." "I'll be out all night! I'm not going ask you to stay up for me—I'll just take an uber."

Meeting for the first time in a coffee shop and making banter about the way the baristas got their names wrong.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, I think they accidentally gave me your mail—ohmygod, you're even more beautiful close up than I thought. I mean, I'm sorry, I forgot what I was saying."

Calling each other pet names when hanging out with friends. A mutual friend is excited that they finally told you about their crush on you, and says so loudly. Except they haven't.

© httpsserene 2024 - please tag and reblog if using one or more of my prompts.

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Mick Schumacher with a Slytherin GF

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

Photos from Pinterest

~ Firstly Mick can deny him being a Hufflepuff all he wants (poor baby wants to be a Gryffindor so badly), but we all know the truth

~ He gives off such golden retriever boyfriend vibes which only suits his Hufflepuff self even more and you are the black cat girlfriend

~ Hufflepuffs and Slytherins are endlessly loyal and you know that you and Mick would never cheat on each other, the thought of it never even crosses y'alls mind

~ Mick looks for the best in everyone and you watch others' backs like their your own

~ Only letting a few select people see you at your weakest and Mick is in that group; Normally people assume that having a soft side means weakness, but you can soft and deadly like a poisonous flower so I don't agree that showing your soft side means showing your weakness. You're a gentle kind-hearted soul, but you're also a scary dark force to be reckoned with when the time calls for it.

~ You work hard and sometimes you feel like nothing goes to plan and that you're defeated. You hate asking for help when you struggle with your mental health because you know you're trying your best and it hurts to ask for help sometimes. Mick notices the small changes in you and doesn't say anything, but you know he knows. He starts sitting with you in silence as you work and leaving pieces of your favorite candy around the house with a post-it note of "I love you" ,"I'm so proud of you" ,"you are unstoppable", and "You are so amazing". He loves to cook and starts making your favorite dishes more than normal. Mick will write you little love letters and leave them in your car and around your office to find before he has to leave and he makes sure to have your favorite flowers delivered with a note attached of "We may be miles apart, but you know I'm always with you in your heart".

~ You both hate being the first one to let go during hugs because you never want to let go before the other one incase they need you more

~ It's you and Mick making cookies at 3am and Mick's already eaten half the cookie dough before you get them in the oven

~ You and Mick going to Universal Studios and taking the cutest couples pictures in y'alls robes

~ It's Mick wanting to go in sick for training, but you standing in the door with your arms crossed and "If you so much as get out of that bed in this condition I'm going to tie you up and not in the way you like it" while bringing him homemade soup that's a family recipe

~ "Y/N I can't say that it's mean" "Okay I'll say it for you"

~ You love sharing new fun facts you learn with Mick and he loves listening to them all, even if they are not something he's interested in.

~ You always keeping your study/office cold because it helps you think, but you keep a blanket tucked away for Mick because you know he gets cold

~ You always reading when you go on trips with each other and you are a hard core smut reader with the poker face of a professional while Mick is playing angry birds on his phone or reading a book on learning a new language and him having a heart attack after taking a glance at the paragraph you were reading

~ Overhearing someone smart off to Mick about how he'll never be as good as his father and you're already halfway to their car to put a gallon of sugar in the gas tank and anchovies on the engine

~ Mick freaking out that you forgot to eat while you were going on day three of a work worm hole

~ You stalking Mick's internet history to see what he's been searching for and buying him the gifts he won't buy for himself

~ Mick loving when you read your books to him as you guys are going to bed

~ You constantly reassuring Mick that it's okay to cut toxic people out of his life because he needs to feel loved too and you can't stand watching someone hurt him

[evillemons]

heyy! i hope you’re doing well :) i was wondering what do you think bts would be like courting someone? e.g making CDs, or writing love letters or giving just cute simple dates. more romantic gestures or more simpler / practical ones?

and how long do you think they would court someone until they give up💀(if they do lmao). also i love ur writing :)) 🧡💜

Hello! I am doing excellent, thank you. And I'm glad to hear you enjoy my writing! I often get demotivated, but knowing that there are people out there who actually read my content makes me want to keep going :) Here is my take on this prompt:

How BTS would court someone

V - It would take Tae quite a while to develop feelings for someone that are beyond surface level (and I don't think he would approach someone unless he feels a strong emotional pull towards them). However, the hopeless romantic that he is, he would be relentless when it comes to winning over his crush's affection. He would definitely be the type to deliver flowers to her work or home on the regular (by hand), or show up at her house spontaneously to ask for an impromptu date. He might also try to impress her with his creative side by taking her to a pottery/painting class or playing his beloved saxophone for her. While I think he would be relatively persistent and not be quick to give up, he might lose interest or motivation if she does not reciprocate after a while.

Jungkook - It wouldn't take much to fall for Jungkook for most people (because look at him) but I have a feeling he will end up falling for a girl one day that is completely uninterested in him and his fame. In this case, he would become completely tunnel-visioned towards winning her over. All the romantic gestures - offering to take her on fancy dinner dates, inviting her to watch rehearsals/shows backstage, driving around the city in his Mercedes, buying her a pair of luxury shoes - anything flashy to impress her. I think he would be so blinded by the fact that that he likes someone so much and be inclined to skip the "get to know you phase" completely. I don't think he would be unreceptive to feedback, though; if he senses that she's uncomfortable, he'd probably back off a little and take things slower.

RM - Namjoon wouldn't be very likely to court someone "officially", as he would prefer to observe and learn first. He would start by getting to know her very slowly and gradually, maybe slipping out a witty compliment or two to peak her interest. When he's ready to pursue a relationship, he might gift her something small but thoughtful like a plushie that she admired in a store alongside a handwritten note, or a delicately selected music playlist based on her tastes (I truly see gift giving being his love language). If she's an intellectual, he would want to impress her by reading up on a topic she's interested in or by having a deep conversation. He definitely would not go overboard in fear of scaring her away or making her uncomfortable. He also would disengage immediately if she gave him the slightest hint that she wasn't interested, not because he gave up, but because he's a gentleman who respects people's boundaries.

SUGA - Not much of a courter at all. It's much more likely that someone would approach him first, or that a long-term friendship would evolve into a relationship gradually. His version of courting someone, however, would be getting to know all the little things about them, discovering their interests (especially their music taste), and figuring out what makes them happy. This would be all be done quietly, and then shown in subtle ways like making a playlist he thought she would like or joining her in an activity she enjoys (that he may not necessarily care for otherwise). It would be an organic process with someone he has a natural connection with, so there wouldn't really be an opportunity for "giving up"; it would just naturally fizzle out if it didn't work.

Jin - As I've mentioned many times, Jin is a major introvert and doesn't like to expend too much of his energy on other people. However, I don't think he would be lazy when it comes to someone he likes. Like many of the other boys, flowers would be a go to, but likely shipped to her rather than hand delivered because he would get too shy to do it himself. Courting would be a rather slow process, with interactions being more "formal" in the early days, and there would be absolutely no physical touch until the relationship is official. Outings would be traditional and romantic - dinner dates, walks along the river, a drive-in movie theater. If he's really brave he might hold her hand. I actually do think Jin would be very determined when courting someone because he does like to hold that traditional "masculine" role.

j-hope - Hobi would hardly need to go out of his way to peak someone's interest, as his naturally vibrant and positive energy would make anyone fall for him. He's also quite attentive and considerate towards the people he cares about, so I think this would be magnified x10 when he's interested in someone romantically. He might bring her flowers if he's feeling extra romantic, but his displays of affection would mostly be via acts of service like bringing her lunch at work or offering to run errands with her. Although Hoseok is the bougie king himself, he would offer more casual dates like a picnic at the park or a local fair or couples class. I actually do see him being relatively determined in courting her - he would be consistent in trying to talk to her on the daily/asking her on weekly dates. And it's not because he's trying too hard, that's just how he is.

Jimin - Jimin would be the sweetest man alive when he's smitten. He is visibly loving and affectionate, so it wouldn't be difficult to tell when he's interested in someone. He would use a combination of light physical touch, teasing, compliments, lighthearted dates, and maybe small gifts, to woo her. I see Jimin being the type to want to go above and beyond and put maximum effort into showing someone that he likes them, but I also think he would be aware that it might come across as overbearing. He would start with something small, like giving her a bouquet of flowers with a note asking her on a date, and then following her lead based on what she likes from there (by possibly straight up asking what she would like him to do). Jimin is persistent in the sense that he would not give up easily even if one of his plans doesn't go well, but only up to a point where she is comfortable and receptive.

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To y/n everyday was the same. They would wake up, go to work on their farm only stopping to have a small meal before heading back, though recently a group of peasant women had moved near their house. She had first met them at the market. They were buying fabrics when two of them had started to bicker, which in the end led to one of them being shoved into a fruit stand and splattering the product all over. Safe to say they had gotten themselves banned. Feeling a bit of pity towards them, y/n had bought the fabrics they were planning to purchase and had been able to catch up to their wagon and give them the items. In return they had let them come back to their cottage and have some of there home grown vegetables as a thank you. As the weeks went on y/n had continued to bring them fabrics, flour and other things that they had needed from the market. Y/N would even help watch there orphan child Aurora when they had needed a nap or had to do the chores of the house. One day y/n had been on her way home after delivering a few bags of flower to the cottage when a man with messy black hair and scruffy clothing had fallen onto the path in front of them. "Are you alright?" asked y/n concerned for the stranger. "well nothing feels broken so I'm going to assume yes" he says standing up, brushing the dirt off of his black clothing. "I haven't seen you before, Are you new?" y/n questioned, not recognizing the handsome face of the stranger before her. "I've lived here my whole life, I've just stuck to the forest, less people" he answers. "makes sense, do you have a name?" y/n asks. "Diaval, and yours?" Diaval replies "I'm y/n its a pleasure to meet you Diaval" y/n says doing a small curtsy. "The pleasures all mine" he says kissing their hand. "i must get back before dark, I do hope to see you again" y/n says before walking off to their small farm a blush gracing their cheeks from Diaval's gesture.

bonus: "I cant believe you embarrassed me like that" Diaval said to the fae stepping out from the trees "you have been squawking about them for months now I figured you should meet for once" maleficent said "well not like that they probably think I'm a klutz and dont even get me started- CAW" Diaval tried to say but had been returned to his crow form with a swipe of magic "enough of your complaining without my help you never would've have spoke a word to them`" maleficent said before walking back into the forest Diaval following close behind

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Samuel and Ida for the ship asks :3

hi anteater!! hope you enjoy :)

tw: albert mention lol (but its not too angsty dw)

who made the first move: when samuel saw the poster of ida announcing her arrival at rusty lake, he was almost immediately infatuated. he went down to visit her and help set up, and then he brought her lunch after, which they ate in the grass in front of her newly-built tent.

who kissed who first: samuel was taught to be a gentleman by his mother, so he always thought to ask before a kiss. ida made him flustered though. she caught on immediately, and kissed him first. when he came home dumbstruck with red lipstick smeared on his lips, mary smiled and emma just laughed.

who started the relationship: there was a point when they both realized that they were pretty much spending every day together. emma teased samuel about it a lot, and told him to work up the courage to ask to officially court her. mary told him that it was improper to continue the way they were, and samuel's a huge mama's boy, so he listened. the next time he went to visit ida, he went with a bouquet of wildflowers in hand. emma is samuel's best friend, so she was the first one to know about it.

who remembers things: i'd say both of them, but mostly ida.

nicknames for each other: ida - "darling", "my love", and variants of the name "samuel" ("sam", etc); samuel - "doll", "my treasure", and "i" or "da". he also sometimes teasingly calls her "reiziger". on occasion, he calls her "my rose" for her beautiful red hair, and she always gives him a knowing look.

who is more likely to pay for dinner: samuel. ida gets the princess treatment, always.

who normally cooks: kind of a cop-out answer, but mary does most of the family's cooking. she taught samuel how to cook, and he enjoys it too. every once in a while, however, ida will cook a new romani dish for the family. they are always greatly enjoyed.

who remembers anniversaries: ida has an impeccable memory, so she obviously remembers something as important to the relationship as an anniversary. samuel remembers too, and he gets ida an anniversary present without fail. he tells her that her existence in his life is enough of a gift to him.

what would they get each other for gifts: samuel always buys ida jewelry when they go out. otherwise, it's usually flowers he's picked or a little trinket he carved. ida often does readings for him

most trivial thing they fight over: they honestly don't fight much??? the only thing i can think of though is that sometimes ida can be very cryptic and nonchalant, leading to samuel stressing because he thinks she knows something he doesn't, especially about the future. being around ida has 100% turned him into a believer, and sometimes he gets anxious looking at her crystal ball.

how often do they fight: like i said, not often.

who uses all the hot water: samuel. definitely.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: nobody! samuel can fix it himself 💪

who leaves their stuff around: samuel has a habit of bringing his carpentry tools into the house. it drives mary and emma crazy, if anything, but ida doesn't mind.

who remembers to buy the milk: this one's difficult because it's hard to know how the vanderbooms get groceries from the outside world. it's possible they have a cow??—in which case samuel would milk it—or they even get it delivered. i'd love to see them have a little old neighbor who's like "hmm they never go out so i'll just bring them groceries" and he becomes a family friend whom they have over for dinner often until one day he hasn't heard from the vanderbooms in a while and he rows over and albert's standing on the dock wearing a mask and he's like "your services are no longer required here, old man" and the dude rows away apprehensively, staring at albert who doesn't move an inch until the little boat is out of sight and AHH i'm getting carried away. the answer is probably samuel.

who controls the netflix queue: samuel loves his netflix specials.

who steals the covers at night: samuel. ida will pettily yank them sometimes, prompting samuel to wake up, and they'll both laugh.

who cusses more: samuel, but he has mary, emma, and leonard policing his behavior. the second he swears, leonard is holding a little hand out, waiting for money to add to the swear jar ida mde him.

who does most of the cleaning: kinda both of them? it's a huge house, so domestic labor is split pretty evenly.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: hard to say because they do so much together. they like playing games, picnics, traveling and exploring the area around the lake, cooking, and just relaxing together. sometimes they'll stay up late just talking and enjoying each other's company. ida light's samuel's pipe, and they chat until it's time for bed.

who’s the cuddler: samuel. sometimes he'll just pull ida onto the couch with him and fall asleep in her arms after a long day.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: depends. it used to be samuel mostly, but he finds he really likes it when ida holds him. it makes him feel safe and appreciated.

who’s more dominant: we know it's ida bfr

who is the dirty talker: both. samuel also really likes it when ida speaks romani to him. this isn't dirty talking, but on a related note, he likes it when she holds him, runs her fingers through his hair, and softly says random things in romani.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: samuel does a lot of carpentry and woodworking on a daily basis, so he would just carry on as usual, especially because ida doesn't like to stick around. as for ida, if she were the one out, she'd just enjoy her travels. if it were samuel, she'd turn to her crystal ball and tarot cards.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: it would make samuel anxious to see ida sick or hurt. he would devote much of his time to caring for her and visiting her bedside. eventually, he got used to it when she was bedridden during her pregnancy with leonard, and he became much more relaxed about it. ida, on the other hand, is a very relaxed woman by nature, and she knows a thing or two about injuries since she's spent so much time on the road. she would take it on the chin, and deal with it in an appropriate manner.

a headcanon: leaving the lake was pretty normal before albert became the man of the house. however, samuel was still pretty sheltered as a boy because he didn't leave much after his father passed. ida loves traveling, and she takes him often. the first time they went together, samuel was a little dumbstruck, and in awe of the architecture especially. he spent twenty minutes staring through the window of a furniture shop, and then he finally went inside and bought like fifteen bottles of wood polish. they continued the tradition weekly, and eventually, they saw amsterdam together, and even brussels and paris.

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ten.

The next month had flown by and it was just as blissful as the last, bonding Leon and Zora like super glue.

“Okay, what kind are those?” He asks, pointing to the spiral-like white flowers near the middle of the store.

“Cala lilies! My mama’s favorite flower!” She answers.

“You think that, and Aster would look pretty together?” He asks.

“Yeah, that sounds like a pretty combo.” She nods, squinting at the smirk on his face.

“Right,” he nods, walking towards another flower inside the same flower box. Pink ones she would frequently paint, the shape being one of her favorites.

“Cosmos! My favorite, next to poppies of course.”

“They come in orange, too?”

“They do!”

“Good to know,” he nods again, moving toward another flower box, altogether, with her in tow, silently laughing at him.

He thinks he's slick.

“You sure you don't wanna be a botanist?” He asks, looking back at her.

“An expert on flowers? I thought I was already there!” She quips with her hand on her hip.

“You are! Just not established, like you said.”

“Okay?”

“So, you wanna be established?” He asks, reaching out for her hand.

“I don't know. Maybe? Why?” She asks, latching onto him as they continue their stroll.

“Because you love this place and flowers. It seems like your element. One of them, anyway.”

“Like you know me,” she waves him off, earning a chuckle from him.

“Have I been wrong, yet?” He asks, looking down at her.

“Nah, your scores are high.”

“What, are we playing a game?”

“Mmhm, and you're winning.” She giggles, patting his chest with her free hand.

After buying her usual bundle for her, and another for his mama, they pack up and head towards mint hill for lunch.

Zora had told Leon about Wayback Burgers and how delicious they were, and he was sold after hearing “burger”.

They're sitting outside, like usual, grubbing away on their cheesy burgers and greasy loaded fries.

“Oh, Linda wants to have a meeting tomorrow. I wonder what's going to happen.” Zora says, stuffing another handful of fries in her mouth.

“Whatever happens, it better be necessary action against her knucklehead of a child.” Leon comments, catching her eye.

“Yeah, I'll be holding my breath, still.”

“Why? She suspended him, finally.”

“Yeah, after how long, though?? I'm still skeptical about their relationship in the workplace, whether she finally “got it” or not.”

He nods, knowing she's just being precautious. “Yeah, I understand. I just don't get why it's so hard for parents to show their children right from wrong.”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she shakes her head.

“If he was my kid, I'd kick his ass and fire him in the same breath.” He says, making her crack up.

“Leon!”

“What? There's no way I would let that go on and on and on! He'd have to feel me, since he can't get his shit together. Better yet, she should let you beat his ass.”

“Oh, I'd love to! He deserves his ass beat.”

“See?”

“I never said you were wrong,” she laughs, “it's just funny to see you get all worked up. Especially over his stupid ass. He's not worth it.”

“Yeah, but you're worth protecting.”

She twists her lips up, trying to hide the smile on her greasy lips. Hiding behind a napkin was her only other choice, with them sitting almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Stop that,” he laughs, pulling the napkin from her grasp. She turns her head, only making him kiss the skin of her neck that's bared to him. Turning back, his lips catch hers, making them both laugh.

“Leon,” she starts, snatching the napkin back to wipe her mouth and his.

“Zora,” he leans back in, his head laying on her chest, those eyes looking up at her.

“You're pretty.”

“So are you.”

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Bright and early on Monday morning, Zora and Linda sit in the side office at the job, while Linda gears herself up to deliver the news.

“Alright, my dear Zora. I know I've apologized before, but again I sincerely apologize for not putting a stop to Cory's foolish and disrespectful behavior, a long time ago. There's no excuse.”

“I appreciate it, Linda. I'm glad you listened before he got cut. I'm just being honest.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, I won't argue with that. But, you won't have to worry about that cause he's not coming back.”

She raises both brows in total shock. “What?”

“Yeah, he still feels like his actions never harmed you or made you that uncomfortable. I told him to can it, cause nobody wants to hear that. So he's fired.”

“See? A pig. Your son needs a swift kick in the ass.”

“Get in line. As you can see, he doesn't have the greatest rap sheet.” She shakes her head. “I need to try all over again with him, it seems.”

Zora lets her have her bad parent moment, cause if she wasn't gonna say it… Zora woulda still been thinking it.

“I know it was tough firing your son, but it's better for your business. Your patrons couldn't stand him, either. And.. now I don't have to get harassed at work anymore.”

“Yes, all for the greater good. Plus, I love you like my own! I couldn't let you feel like I didn't care about what wasn't going on. Again, I'm really sorry. Is there anything I can do to help patch this over?” She asks.

“Mmm… how about a raise?” She innocently smiles, making Linda return the gesture.

“How's $25 sound?” She asks, swearing she saw Zora’s eyes bug out her head.

“Twenty-huh?”

“With a person cut, and finally a genius to look at my taxes, I can afford it!”

“I— that sounds like a plan.” She straightens up after a moment, shaking her boss's hand.

“Good! Now go out there and look pretty, we open soon!”

Today might've been the first day she felt like she could breathe, and it rolls by quick and easy, just like every day should and would, moving forward.

Calling Leon, right after Nique, on her break and telling him the wonderful news, one would think he was shedding tears on the other side as he expressed his excitement.

“I think you're happier than I am!”

“I'm just glad I ain't have to floor him in his mama's business. I mean, I woulda loved to do it, honestly. But.. you know what I mean.”

“Leon,” she talks him down, laughing. “Cut it out. That's what the parking lot is for. Don't damage the property.”

“You right, you right! My baby smart.” He chuckles, as she fondly shakes her head.

“Oh! I got a raise, too!”

“Really? What she bump you up to, $30?”

“Pretty close. $25!”

“That's my girl! You deserve it.”

“Thank you, baby. It's been a good morning and afternoon.”

“The rest will be just as good. Promise.”

“Yeah? What you got planned?”

“If I tell you, I'd have to kill you!” He says back dramatically.

“Sounds like you took a page outta my book, dear.” She giggles.

“Ha, ha. You'll see about everything later. Have a great rest of your shift and I will see you soon.”

“Okay, alright. See you soon!”

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Every bit of her fifteen minute drive felt so long, as she finally pulled into the lot, near his building and cut her car off.

Hopping out and sprinting to his door, he greets her with a glass of white wine and a couple sweet kisses, pulling her inside.

“Thank you, baby.” She smiles, looking around at all the tea-light candles he’d lit before she arrived. As well as another batch of orange poppies and cosmos in a vase on his table.

“Leon, you are so cute.” She frowns, sitting her glass down and cupping her own face in awe.

“Am I?” He asks, leading her towards the other side of the island, where their plates are already prepared with the delicious food he'd made.

“Yes, you are! Oh, this looks so good!”

He wraps his arms around her, stuffing his face in her neck like usual as they sway. Her eyes start to sting.

“You deserve it, ya know? People are listening to you and what's important to you. Life's working for you and your needs, cause it's about time, right?”

“Yeah, it's about time,” she nods, tracing his arm with her finger, wiping her tiny tears away with her free hand. He spins her around in his hold and kisses the rest away.

“You okay, my beautiful flower?”

“Perfect.”

As they sat and ate, their sweet evening turned into an even sweeter night as they found themselves in between the living room and kitchen, dancing to a playlist he'd made her.

She probably told him how cute he was, about a thousand times, and each time earned her sweet kisses she would never grow tired of. He felt the same way about hers. About her.

“You know what I was thinking?”

“What?”

“I could finally move somewhere nicer. I mean, I love my complex but I can actually pick up and go somewhere else!”

“Yeah, you can! Where you thinking?”

“Oh, I've got a few places on my list. They're close to everything still, especially my job and you. Nique stays in one of them— ooh that would be trouble,” she snickers, hiccuping right after.

“I'm sure she'd love that. Soberly give these some thought.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm just excited! Life's really the bee’s knees right now.” She cups his face now, gazing up at him with twinkling stars for pupils.

“I love you,” he says, without a second thought, watching her smile brighten.

Both of their hearts stopped and started again at the same time.

“I love you, too. It's not too soon.” She assured him, pulling him down to her level for another kiss as they got wrapped up in the moment.

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“Uh, did you go out with a vampire?” Neoma asks, making Lovita snort as Zora places a hand over the hickey in question.

“No, did you?” She asks, pointing to the dark mark on her older sister's neck, making her reach up to cover it.

“Touché,” she squints, before smirking at her little sister. “We know your other secret, though!”

“How??”

“We caught on as soon as you walked in here! It's all in your walk and you're glowing even more than before!”

“Dear god,” she laughs, making them both crack up at her.

“I think you and god have been having enough conversations, don't you think?” Lovita cracks.

“Stop,”

“Continue? I will. How was it? Cause we heard from a lil birdie that it was the best, ever!”

“It was,” Zora giggles. “Also, say goodbye to Nique cause she's dead once I get to her.”

“Ohh, don't kill her. She was so happy for you! You know girly is our fourth sister!”

“What kind of flowers should we bury our fourth sister with?”

“Zora!” They both call out, making her laugh and throw her hands up.

“Alright, okay! I should direct my fire at you,” she points at Lovita, “cause you set me up, miss bartender!”

“Hey, I'm not responsible for you gettin’ all touchy with that man. That's on you.”

“And on her, he was.” Neoma smirks.

“Okay, okay! I don't need visuals, Jesus! We're just glad you're enjoying yourself and that fine man. He's a sweetheart, and he really cares about you.”

“He told me that he loves me.” She says, making their jaws drop.

“Awww, that's so sweet! It's only been like two months!”

“I know, but when you feel it, what's time? Just a factor.”

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, you love him back?”

“Absolutely, I do. Our relationship has been so easy going. Even when the days get a bit tough, we're still meeting in the middle. Still there for each other. I mean, after I broke the news about Cory being fired and me getting a raise, he was so happy for me. He knew how important all of that was, and we had one of the best nights! He cooked, he got me flowers, he praised me. Fed me back the words I always tell him. It was beautiful. He's beautiful.”

“You're gonna make me cry, man!”

“Hell, I cried several times last night!”

“Now, backtrack for a minute. Cory really got fired??”

“Yes! He's really not coming back!”

“No way! I never thought I'd hear those words.”

“Girl, me either! But listen, I need y'all's opinion on something.”

“Yes, it's too soon for marriage.” Lovita says without missing a beat, making Zora roll her eyes.

“Nobody's getting married! Listen!”

“Okay, okay, I'm done. I'm listening.”

“I'm thinking about moving out of my complex.”

“Oh, thank god!” They yell in unison.

“Oh, come on. It's not that bad.”

“As if your landlord being infatuated over you isn't bad.”

“It's not, you know why? My rent is reduced, he lets me smoke the fuck outta my apartment and I got the maintenance crew wrapped around my finger. I be helping my neighbors out!”

“Right, it's time for Zora to help herself out, though. I'm all for you moving.” Neoma nods, making Lovita do the same.

“Nique’s complex is really nice! They've got a fountain, an indoor gym, a pool, a pit! Like it's one of those all inclusive places for real!”

“How much?”

“A little over a band, I think. Maybe $1050 or something like that.”

“Usually, I wouldn't be able to understand but it's got actual amenities so we'll chalk it up. Call her!”

“Okay, I'm calling.”

Nique answers the FaceTime almost immediately, already giddy for whatever it was that Zora had to share.

“Oh, all my favorite people! Minus that lank of a boyfriend. What can I do y'all for?”

“I love her,” Neoma giggles.

“Hey Nique! Guess what I was thinking about?”

“Moving in with me?!” She excitedly guesses.

“Pretty close! How about maybe being your across the hall neighbor!”

“You know what?? My neighbor is actually moving out soon!”

“Would you look at that!” Lovita taps Zora on the shoulder.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Any. Time.”

“Anyway,” Zora sighs, “I would love to have that apartment.”

“Let me get in touch with the rent office lady and see if you can just pay first month's rent when she dips to secure it or sumn!”

“I'm prepared to do that! I can't back out now either, I've told all three of you.” She sighs.

“Aw, you still keep that rule in place?” Lovita coos.

Some odd years back, Zora made a rule that if she shared something with Nique or her sisters, she'd have to make it come true. Some way or another.

It definitely helped her through tough times.

“Yeah, I pinky swore! You know I take those serious as hell.”

“It's true!” Nique laughs.

“Did you tell Leon? We could use his box-movin’ ass!”

“Yeah, he knows! Oh, we used the L-word!”

Nique's eyes grow as wide as her mouth, making the three of them scream in laughter.

“Oh my gosh! When did this happen?”

“Last night. We celebrated Cory's firing and my raise, and he told me that he loves me. It felt like he had been holding it for a while.”

“Aw, that's so sweet! Zora!”

“I know,” she frowns, dabbing at her eyes. “Stop it, I don't wanna cry again!”

“Okay, okay,” Nique says, both of them laughing it off. “But I will definitely talk to her tomorrow! I'd love for you to be my neighbor!”

“Me, too!”

“I'm so happy for you! I'm glad Cory's gone, too. His stupid ass.”

“Thank you boo, and me too. Leon is too,” she snorts. “He was ready for his scrawny ass.”

“Oh, we know!” They say unison, falling into another laughing fit.

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“I dream about you.”

“Yeah? In what ways?”

“All the ways. You're a muse in all of them. A goddess. I happily kiss the ground you walk on,” he continues, making her giggle.

“Happily, huh?”

“That's what I said, girl.” He says back, dropping his head for emphasis.

“I hear ya,” she returns the petty gesture. “You lucky we're on the phone or I'd fight you.”

“We gotta work on your flirting, Zora-Jean.” He says with a laugh, causing her eye roll to come like clockwork.

“One day, they're gonna get stuck just like that.”

“Ha. We gotta work on your jokes, Leon… what is your middle name?”

“I told you, I'm not telling you.”

“Aw, come on! It cannot be that bad.”

“It's not, I just don't like it.”

“Okay.. what if I like it?”

“Zora,”

“Oh come on, Leon! Just tell me.”

“Okay, fine.” He crosses his arms like a spoiled child. “It's Avery.”

The smile that spreads across her face makes him look towards the ceiling, feeling his face get hot.

“Uh oh! I thought you said brown boys don't blush, either! Ya face look a lil red, baby!” She mocks, making him laugh and rub a hand down his face.

“Cut it out.”

“You first!” She places her chin in the palm of her hand, waiting patiently as he locks back in on her face.

“Ugly, right?”

“Leon Avery. It's country as hell like mine. I think it's adorable!”

“Yeah?”

“That's what I said, boy.” She mocks, again.

“I'm coming over just so we can fight, now!”

“The door's unlocked,” she says with a raise of her right brow.

“Bet.”

After five minutes, he was stepping through the threshold of the love lair and there she was, swaying to the low music coming from her speaker.

She never ceased to get him caught up in her. Mesmerized, he always was.

“Come dance with me,” she says as her eyes land on his, holding a hand out for one of his, pulling him to her once he latches on.

“I thought we were fighting.”

“We can. After we dance.” She answers, making him grin and shake his head at her, loosely wrapping arms around her waist.

Her hands rest at his neck, one at the back and the other at the front, her right thumb brushing against his adam’s apple.

His hips find her slinky rhythm in no time, drawing them even closer to each other. He finds a reason to spin her around, making her laugh.

“I dream about you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm. Also, in all ways. My prettiest subject. I kiss every flower to lead me to you.”

Their eyes dance over each other's faces, searching for words to make the moment sweeter.

“You think I'm pretty?” He asks, pulling a hand from her hip to rub the scruffy sides of his face, while she wholeheartedly nods.

“The prettiest man I've ever seen with my own two eyes, Leon Avery.”

 “You gon wear that out, huh?”

“I was just about to ask you the same,” she says, covering his hand with hers, leading it back to her hip.

“Oh, you must be ready to fight now.”

“Yeah, take me down.” She innocently smiles, it only brightens as he hoists her up from the ground to toss her on the bed, climbing on top of her.

✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿

A few days go by and Zora gets word that she can put down a cash deposit of half the rent to secure the new space, which she happily does.

Another thirty days was gonna be draining enough, so she immediately began packing and sorting through things she'd been meaning to part ways with. Of course Nique was helping.

“I feel like I haven't seen you in a minute, friend.” Zora frowns, as they fall into another hug.

“Aw, you're all mushy on me! What has that man done to you??” She pokes fun, as well as actually poking her in her sides.

“Like I never showed you affection before.”

“Girl, you've hugged me seven times in the last ten minutes! We'd be slap boxing by now.”

“Yeah, well…”

“What?”

“Change is good. Shut up, and listen to this bullshit.”

“What happened??”

“I think my landlord's gonna be a problem.”

“What he do?”

Flashback 

After getting her recertification papers inside her mailbox, she headed down to the rent office to speak to her landlord face to face, so there'd be no discrepancies between the two.

“Hey, Jordan. Can we talk?” She asks, knocking twice on the outer wall of his office.

“Sure, doll! Come in and sit.” He smiles, looking at her over his glasses.

“Thanks. I just came in to let you know that after my lease is up, I'll be moving out and I won't be needing these.” She sits the papers on his desk, watching the frown stretch across his face.

“Oh, I see. What's got you leaving?”

“I've been here for about five years, give or take. It's time for something new, even though I really like this place.”

“So stay,” he tries to sway her.

“No, sometimes you gotta spread your wings and fly somewhere else.” She nervously laughs, sighing as he joins in.

“I understand. I've made it easy for you here, though. Who's gonna treat you like that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, Zora. You're my special tenant. I give you the hook up.”

Her face scrunches up. “All though I've appreciated you being so nice to me, I've always said that you never needed to.”

“Fine.” His tone changes. “In thirty days or less, since you wanna play games, the locks will be changed. So you and your things better be out by then.”

She was surely expecting him to turn on her, which is why she recorded their conversation.

“The agreement is thirty days. Do not make this ugly.”

“It got ugly once you said that you were leaving, dear.”

“I don't have to stay here if I don't want to.”

“Who's telling you that you have to stay?”

“Did you not just try and sway me to stay?”

“Zora, this conversation is making me dizzy. Let's wrap it up, shall we?”

She's taken aback, but nods anyway.

“Noted.”

Flashback over

“I'm so glad you recorded this. Ew, he's such a slimy man!”

“I know! That's why I'm packing up early. I don't have time for his bullshit.”

“Do you think he's gonna try some shit?”

“With that threat? Yeah, probably.” Zora sighs.

“Tell Leon! Get him to kick his ass or something.”

“I don't want Leon going to jail for me.”

“Girl, you know he got a ski mask that's been waiting on its shining moment,” she replies, screwing her lips up.

“Nique, please!” She laughs, shaking the juvenile visual from her head. “I'll tell him, but we're not fighting anybody.”

Ch 11

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[cyberphuck]

The other day the neighbors called the city on me again for having an overgrown lawn. I explained to City Guy that I was disabled and broke, and he gave me two weeks to "work on it" (I asked him, too, if there were programs to help me take care of the stuff they wanted me to take care of, and he said no). I traded a bag of dog food to a guy to mow my lawn, and he just... did not come back lol so today I went out with some very rusty loppers to try to cut back some of the bigger stuff.

We have a few milk thistles-- I tackled like three or four biggish ones-- but the majority of the overgrowth in the front yard is one massive creeper vine. There weren't any of what I as a Californian would call weeds besides the thistles-- not even dandelions. At least the creeper vine is green, doesn't have spines, doesn't harbor any kind of bugs, and is soft and moist enough not to be a fire hazard. (I'm not entirely sure what the creeper vine is. It's not virginia creeper, poison ivy, kudzu, wintercreeper, mile-a-minute, or honeysuckle. It's green, will grow up, through, and over anything and likes when you run it over repeatedly with your car, soft and cool with no stickers or hooks, and explodes with bitty white flowers in the mid to late fall. I like it.) I was out there sweating and shaking, taking frequent breaks because of my knees and back, doing my best to cut down the biggest growths. A car pulled up to the neighbor's house and the man himself got out. I straightened up, lowering the loppers, and stared fixedly at him (sweaty, sunburned, covered in leaves) as he walked into his house. He didn't even turn his head to make eye contact with me. A little while later, an older lady came out with a lawnmower and mowed their already-pristine lawn. I watched her. She also didn't look at me. Neither of them said anything like, "hey, noticed you doing yard work and crying, need a hand since the mower's already out?" To be clear, they have never spoken to me, even once, since they've moved in. Sometimes their mail gets delivered to my house by accident, and I'll walk it over and put it in their letterbox. A couple of times there were big manila envelopes that looked time-sensitive so I knocked, trying to make sure they got it and not wanting to bend it to fit it into the letterbox. TV was on but no one came to the door. I'm the one who ran across the street to help grandma out of the tub, remember, the one who buys lemonade and candy from the local kids, the one with a separate bowl for toys on Halloween, the one who chases down the neighbor's dog in the middle of the night and puts him back in the yard so nothing happens to him, the one who brings my dogs in when they start barking so they're not bothering people. I'm the one who brings a slice of birthday cake to share with the cranky old man across the street, who stopped to help a bleeding woman at walmart, who saw someone riding their bike on the side of the freeway (?!) and pulled over to put his bike in the back of my car and give him a ride home. I don't do that kind of stuff with an expectation of some kind of payment. And god knows I don't even like some of my neighbors-- I don't really like anybody, if it comes down to it. But we've all got to live on the same street, and I think it's important to be on at least nodding terms with your immediate neighbors in case something happens, you know? You don't have to bring over lemon squares every Sunday, but it'd be nice to have someone let you know if your house is on fire, or know that if there's an accident and you need help, you can bang on someone's door. Just come and talk to me about it once, okay? Once. Find out what's going on. Maybe there's a super simple fix. Maybe there's something we can trade. Maybe we find out you can't help at all. Maybe I'll tell you to shove it up your ass, but at least you tried before you got the fucking city involved.

Unfortunately for you, I'm not a 'turn the other cheek' sort of person. The cuttings from the insane, fast-growing, impossible to kill vine can go under your porch.

[rogerswifesblog-updates]

Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

A/N: Hi! It ain’t a sweet chapter, sorry:( but it’ll get better soon! Promise! I’m also thinking about posting one of the smut one shots that I’ve already written…about our sweet Stevie wearing a bunny costume and…a cute bunny tail…if you know what I mean👀

Warnings; heartbreak </3

You took out your phone, to Steve; I’m sorry, I can’t do this. It’s over.

It was over.

Steve looked down at his phone when he heard the ringtone he had just for you. A smile crept onto his lips, but it quickly disappeared. “What is it?”, Bucky asked next to him, trying to peek at his phone. He immediately showed Bucky the message, since he had to listen to Steve’s rant about you for the past few hours, so he knew everything about your situation. Maybe more than he’d like to…

But it was interesting, he had to admit. So he had listened and imagined how it would be to have a woman in charge. It sounded really…appealing. The whip? Just wow.

After reading the message he looked back at Steve, as confused as the blonde, but less hurt. “I don’t know what happened? I didn’t do anything-I mean- I…I told her I loved her but…but I thought she felt the same. Do you think it’s because of that? Because I said I loved her? God did I really mess it up so soon? Was it my fault?”, he started rambling, making Bucky shake his shoulders forcefully. “Shut up, it’s not your fault. You have to ask her. Do it now-text her-call her or god, I don’t know, go to her place. Talk to her. There has to be a reason-maybe she’s scared of the age difference? Maybe…maybe…I don’t know”, Bucky tried to think of a reason, not even suspecting Steve’s father being the cause of all this.

Steve wiped away a single tear from his cheek, that he hadn’t even noticed falling. “You’re right. I’ll drive to her place. And I’ll buy flowers-maybe chocolate? I don’t even know what flowers she liked-god maybe I shouldn’t be her boyfriend. Maybe I’d be a shit boyfriend who treats his girls awfully-“ “Steve, alone that you’re thinking and worrying about it shows you’re great. Let’s not jump to conclusions…it’s probably a misunderstanding…”, Bucky tried to calm his best friend down.

It didn’t work. Steve started sending one text message after the oh they, but none of them were delivered. Fuck.

They only had a few minutes left and as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Steve stormed out of the room.

He drove faster than usually, pretty sure he also missed a red light, before stopping at a flower shop to buy you roses. Roses were good, right? It’s what they always buy in movies.

He felt pathetic. Not even knowing what kind of flowers to buy for a girl. Maybe you were right with ending this…relationship or whatever it was between you two. You had been right about him. He was too young. Just a teenager without any experience in…anything, really. He was still in high school. He never had a job. Barely passed maths…god, he can’t even grow a fucking beard. How could he even think he’d be good enough for you?

Was he stupid for feeling so deeply connected to you? Naive? Was it because you were the first girl he had kissed? The first sex he had? The first…person he ever loved? But you knew all of this. You wouldn’t have used him just for fun, he knew that. So what changed?

Steve looked down at his phone, then back to your building and once again to the messages.

What did I do wrong?

Why are you ending this?

I'm coming to your place so we can talk this through.

Don’t leave me. Please.

Please answer.

Y/N?

Tell what I did wrong. I’ll do better.

I promise.

Is it because of what I said? I didn’t mean to.

I mean, I did mean what I said but I didn’t mean to say it in a rush. I’m sorry.

I’m such an idiot.

Please text me back.

Did something happen?

Are you okay?

Wait…it’s not delivered?

Did you block my number?

Steve wiped away a few stray tears, quickly trying to pull himself together. Just in time for an older man to open the door, Steve quickly left his car and entered after him, walking right to your door.

Taking a deep breath he knocked at your door and waited. His hands sweaty and shaking. His breathing heavy. His vision still blurry from the previous tears. Was he weak for crying? But on the other hand he was in love for the first time. He had his first time with you…just yesterday…maybe you didn’t like how inexperienced he was? Maybe you thought he wouldn’t be good enough with all the…bdsm stuff? That’s what you called it. But he’d learn…why wouldn’t you give him a chance?

Nobody was opening the door, so he knocked again, louder. “He-hey it’s me. Steve. Can we talk?” his voice was trembling, so he tried to clear his throat, only to feel even weaker than before. His hands started shaking even more, the roses rustling against each other, some leaves falling to the floor. “Please open the door…we can talk it out. I’m sorry. Whatever I did to upset you, I’m so sorry”, he mumbled, leaning his forehead against the wood. Still no answer.

After listening for any movement he came to the conclusion you weren’t even home. His head thumbed once again against the door-then he heard a knob turn, but it wasn’t from your door. The older man from before, who apparently was your neighbor, opened her door. "Stop banging on her door! Didn't you do that enough last night? Ugh kids these days..." But seeing Steve’s swollen and red eyes with roses in his hands, he understood something had happened. “Young man, you’re a bit too late to apologise. She packed her belongings and left, not looking back”, the man looked at the heartbroken boy. Behind the thick glasses his gaze softened, while a sob escaped Steve’s throat. “But I didn’t do anything-she-she just sent me a message-didn’t even explain anything-she just left. Just like that”, Steve explained to the guy, not even caring if he was interested in listening or not. He just needed to talk about it.

“Come here, boy. I’ll make you tea and you can tell me what happened.” Steve hesitated for a moment but followed the man in his apartment, feeling incredibly safe around him, even though he was a stranger. “Now sit down at the table. I’ll make some chamomile tea. Call me Stan and who are you boy?”, said Stan, filling the kettle with water. “Steve”, he answered quietly, looking down at the roses in his hand.

Stan held out his hand for them, Steve not thinking twice before giving him these, the older man putting them in a pretty vase. “Maybe she’ll be back. We don’t want the flowers to wilt, don’t we?” Steve shook his head slowly, his shoulders slumped making himself look small.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but she didn’t only left with a suitcase but also with another man…“, Stan said, his voice calm but sympathetic. He patted Steve’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright. You’re young. You’ll meet another girl. Or boy. Everything is possible these days. Enjoy your youth as long as you can…besides…aren’t you a bit young to bring this woman flowers?”, asked Stan, curiously but still friendly.

Steve sighed quietly. Was it really that obvious?

“I’m 18…she’s a bit older but I don’t mind. She’s amazing…she…she’s intelligent. And funny. And so good in maths…”, he mumbled, looking down at his steaming tea. “I…I really love her.”

Stan squeezed Steve should, taking his hand from him and drinking from his tea, nodding for Steve to do the same. After a few moments Stan stood up, taking cookies out and putting them on the table. “Have a cookie.” Steve did as told, mouching on the sweets. “Maybe she wasn’t meant for you, Steve. I had met my true love closer to thirty than your age. And maybe it’s just not your time yet. Sometimes we meet people for the sake of meeting and experiencing. Not for them to be a part of our life forever…they’re just in a few chapters and then…disappear. If she treated you like that, she clearly wasn’t a good person. She didn’t care about your feelings. If she did care about you, you’d find a way to be together. Age difference or not, love always finds a way”, Stans words made Steve’s heart ache. The butterflies he usually felt thinking about you made him feel sick. He could puke. He could scream. But all that really happened was more tears leaving his eyes.

With a trembling lip he looked up at Stan.

“So…it’s over?”

While Steve was spending a few hours pouring out his heart to Stan, you were at Jake's place, changing out of your wrinkled office clothes. He was calling his friends to ask about the job offer they had a while ago-and maybe someone had a place for you to stay. At least for a while. Fortunately Aisha's roommates moved out recently, so she immediately offered the room to you. And you took it. You had no other choice…

Or did you? Not if you wanted Steve to have a future. He was intelligent, a really smart and hardworking guy who deserved to go to college…you wouldn’t be the reason why he wouldn’t do it. If it meant you’d have a broken heart…then be it. He’d be happy. Steve was a sweetheart, girls loved him. And he’d find a girl that’s perfect for him. Maybe one, that is his age.

Sighing you looked at yourself in the mirror. Was it noticeable how much older you were compared to Steve? It wasn’t that much…why are you even thinking about it? It doesn’t matter anymore. It was over. You had to accept that.

You had to accept you lost Steve.

Probably the love of your life.

Doesn’t matter.

You’d get over it.

At some point…

Probably…

Maybe…

Or not…

Head shaking you brushed your hair out of your face, your neat hairstyle from when you did it this morning completely messy and tangled. The makeup you wore totally smudged.

You didn’t only look like a mess, you were one. You had no idea what would happen next. Within only a few hours everything had broken apart. Especially your heart.

And even more when you saw the few messages from Steve.

What did I do wrong?

Why are you ending this?

I'm coming to your place so we can talk this through.

Don’t leave me. Please.

Please answer.

Y/N?

Tell what I did wrong. I’ll do better.

I promise.

Then you had blocked him. The few messages broke your heart and you felt awful. Especially since he thought it was his fault. Of course the first thing Steve thought about was being at fault. That he did something wrong…

God, you were an awful human being.

“Are you hungry?”, Jake's voice brought you out of thoughts, making you look back at him. His gaze softened even more seeing your teary eyes. “It’ll be alright”, he whispered, pulling you in the hundreds hug today. Immediately more tears started pouring from your eyes.

“It won’t be, Jake…not without him.”

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[thinkin-bout-milgram]

WHAT DID U GUYS THINK ABT THE LATEST MV IM GOING INSANE

tw for suicide, mention of alcohol

Admin Saturn: I now have a crush on kazui! The other admins have been trying to convince me that because his whole arc is showing why he's not a good husband to his wife but like bro... open marriage and a guy that buys me flowers and holds my hand and takes me on drives? Sounds pretty swaggy to me! Also he ate a bird! Thats kinda wack!

Overall based on the info we have and everything he's said in his VD (assuming its to be trusted cause he does have that whole lying thing going on), I would personally go with inno. Like unless his sin was suicide baiting her, I don't entirely see how this could turn into a guilty situation. Definitely not on the same level as a lot of the other prisoners. (looking at how guilty mahiru should be but isn't getting)

Admin Venus: I'll summarize what I talked about in my theory, but honestly, I feel like Kazui didn't do all that much wrong. He seems like he just kinda let life go the way other people wanted it to go for him, and somewhere along the way he realized he really didn't enjoy it. At some point he got "greedy" and took steps to try to change that, but his wife probably committed suicide or possibly got into some kind of accident or something. Either way, that's what resulted in her death.

Between that and him being useful on defense from a meta standpoint, I'm not sure why I would vote him guilty. I wish we knew more though, I feel like both half and Cat were pretty sparse on details relating to the actual death of his wife. Like, I understand your situation, Kazui, tell me what actually happened!

Side note though, it's really interesting to me in the audio drama that he says he wants Es to find out his sin. In the first trial, I'd thought his MV was giving nothing because he was purposefully burying details to hide them from us. After hearing that line in the audio drama and seeing this MV, I feel more like Kazui's repressing his feelings on whatever his sin is so hard that even the MVs can't quite get at them.

(Also, the fact that we still haven't seen anyone who he's romantically involved with (other than his wife) adds to the theory that he's gay for me. A lot of other people (Shidou's wife, Mahiru's lover, etc.) have gotten relevant characters' faces revealed this time, and while we did get that for Kazui's wife, I feel like who he was with would've been revealed to us unless there was a specific reason to hide it (ex. he was with a man).)

Admin Mercury here. Uhhh I really got nothing on my mind but shitposts tbh. When listening to his VD, I really got the impression he was still lying or at least being overly dramatic like the theater kid he is. Especially in this part:

(translation thanks to @/onigiriico) The way he delivers these lines seems so fake to me, but I realize this might just be personal bias talking. Idk yall, lemme know what you think ab his delivery in the comments below (PFFFT sorry)

Admin Neptune: I'm definitely team innocent. Although it seems like Kazui hurt his wife by not wanting to be married anymore, he tried to be a better person and stop lying to her. Unfortunately, according to him, this resulted in her death. It doesn't really seem like he did much wrong, especially compared with many of the other prisoners, and he helps keep the prisoners safe.

The part where his wife's image transforms into what is seemingly a man with an apple for a head (along with other parts such as the "I can't stop, I can't be normal") leads me to believe that he's gay. Assuming that the apple is supposed to represent something he feels is forbidden, this part could represent his desire to date/marry a man instead. I find it interesting that he sees this image through an alcoholic drink, and I feel like it represents something but I'm not completely clear on what.

Since Kazui says "I can't live unless I lie" as mentioned above in the VD, I wouldn't be surprised if he was still lying, but I do believe that he never actually cheated on his wife. I do wonder if he would consider "emotional cheating" infidelity, and it seems like the temptation might have been there when he says "it didn't even turn into infidelity."

[sallowsdiary]

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue (are they though? Why call them violets if they're blue, they should be called Blues if they are the color blue *rolls eyes*)

Hey, I can't find the New Girl!

And I know she hangs out with you.

Where is she?!?!

No really? Where is the new girl? She said she wanted these Mellowsweets for some reason and I told her I would get them for some knuts in exchange but at this point with all the running around she's been making me do, I going to have to raise my price to a sickle instead. Do you know where she is? You are the fifth person I had to ask today and I'm at this point of creating a potion to make a niffler find her instead of shiny stuff. Everyone keeps pointing me to the wrong direction or I missed her by a minute!

Where is she?!?!

Or do you want to pay me a sickle and give this to her? Tell her that her errand girl friend got the goods. And please remind her that I'm not in Hufflepuff! Not my fault that the wash stained my Gryffindor clothes to a light orange-yellow color at the start of the year making people think I'm a badger and not a lion!

I'm also not a Slytherin despite the current green hair that I have. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time when a potion exploded and turned my hair green!

I refuse to buy new clothes and no potion is working yet to turn my hair back to a normal color.

Signed,

-the newest Hogwarts "Not a Hufflepuff or Slytherin" Courier who's saving up for a broom

P.S. I got a new job to save up some coin for a new broom if you're wondering why I'm doing this. There are some things too heavy for owls to carry. That's where I come in! 🫡

P.S.S Unfortunately someone else made a new bet when I went to deliver that journal of yours back and that bet won. So no won coin for me TuT

P.S.S.S I don't do deliveries to a certain Garreth Weasley 😵‍💫Learned it the hard way when I had to drop him something and he couldn't have waited for me to leave when I told him "WAIT" and turned both our hair a Slytherin green. You're going to have to owl him the old fashion way. Sorry!

P.S.S.S.S. Also, I told Brattleby that you sent me a message to tell him that you wanted to fight a certain Weasley and that he wanted to fight you as well. Don't worry, Weasley will be there at the end of this week. I'll make sure of it 😏. Just look for the other fellow with 🟢green🟢 hair. And if a certain 5th year girl is there as well watching...let's just say I invited her to see an incredible match with popcorn to enjoy the show with her girl friend, moi. Avenge me. 😏🍿💅 PSSSSS: Girl friend as in my female friend. Not girlfriend. I'm in no mood to fight you having her as a girlfriend. Great. Now you made me sound like a snake 🐍. I'm a lion dammit!!!🦁

First off, let’s address the important stuff—violets are blue, and yes, they probably should be called Blues. I’ll bring it up with whoever’s in charge of flower names. But onto the real issue here: the elusive New Girl.

I swear, she’s better at vanishing than a Disillusionment Charm. I can’t tell you exactly where she is at this very moment, but last I saw her, she was heading toward the Greenhouses, probably to gather more ingredients for one of her experiments. Or maybe she’s trying to blend in with the scenery—who knows with her?

But listen, I’ll do you a favor and take those Mellowsweets off your hands. I’ll make sure she gets them, and I’ll even throw in that sickle you’re looking for. Consider it a payment for your tireless efforts and a bonus for your green-haired troubles.

As for your mistaken house identity—well, it sounds like you’ve got quite the wardrobe dilemma on your hands. I promise not to confuse you with a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin, though I have to say, green hair does suit you in a certain mischievous light. If anything, it adds to your “lion undercover” vibe.

And don’t worry about Garreth—we all know how unpredictable he can be. I’ll avoid him like the plague, especially after hearing about your experience. No one needs to relive that particular green-haired nightmare.

Lastly, I’ll be sure to prepare for this duel with Weasley. Thanks for the heads-up—and for inviting the New Girl to watch. I’ll make sure to put on a show worth the sugar quills. And don’t worry, I got the message loud and clear: female friend, not girlfriend. I won’t be drawing any swords over that one. You’re safe from my wrath… for now.

—Sebastian

P.S. You might want to invest in a good potion book. Sounds like you’ve had more than your fair share of magical mishaps lately.

[purplemageddom]

Pls ignore, just some shower thoughts here.

I think I know why I have trouble making close friends now. To me, friends come and goes like flowers bloom then dies out. They don't last very long.

I made friends with a kid in kindergarten cause he was the first to talk to me. Even when other kids demand I stop playing with him so that I can join their group, I denied. I then watch as we go primary school and he completely ignore me to play with the other boys. (1)

In primary, I met another boy who I sit next to. We would play in the bicycle parking and pretend we were in a large maze. Even when other kids kept saying weird stuff about us and calling us lover dove. I then move to the city and never meet him again. (2)

In the city, I made friends with the girl next door. We would pretend we were actual siblings and play pretend and dance all day long. One day I suggest that I should go first on a game and ask why she never go to my house to play, we argued and she never answer my call at her door again. (3)

After a couple of years, a new neighbor move in. They had twins and the kids would ride bicycle all over my front door, leaving dirty tire tracks then screams and laughs loudly. I tried to tell them off and make friends with them in the process. They ask me to meet them at an empty area near our house to play badminton and I agreed. When I arrive, they swarmed and beat me with their badminton rack. I grabbed my racket and swing as hard as I can against the side of one kid's head and ran away(my parents used to participate in badminton competitions for their company so they taught me and my brother how to play). They never come over to my house again. (5)

In the new primary school, I meet a girl who seems to always brighten up whenever she see me. She would always ask to walk with me after school. Then my birthday came and she didn't show up. The next day I go to school to ask her why and she said that she felt guilty and that the only reason she made friends with me is because she sees that I have allowance and use me to buy her things. She said that she was moved that I cared so much about her and that she won't do that again and ask to be my real friend. I agreed but could never see her in the same light again. Ultimately, I avoided her for the rest of the school year. (6)

The year after, I met a girl. A loud and bold one. She would make me do things that I don't like and say embarrassing things about me. It didn't last long as on the last day of primary school, she pushed me down the stairs. I ran up the stair into class and threw a small plastic chair in her face. (7)

In the same year, a girl approached me and ask me for help delivering food to school(her mother sells breakfast food and my house was close to her). I agreed. She then call on me everytime she needs something like needing to cheat on some tests, needing to wake up at 5am to help her make food and shove food into my backpack cause there weren't enough bags. Needing me to design a poster for her breakfast food place for free. I cut ties with her not too long after. (8)

Secondary school, the teacher separated the class into small groups and I met 2 girls. A bold one and a quiet one. The bold one would always ask me to help her cheat on tests and skip classes with her. She scammed me almost 117 USD by the end of secondary school(my entire saving plus lucky money from primary to secondary school). The quiet one was kind but would never do anything she deemed too bold. Like going out to eat even though I offed to pay for her. I would go to her house and we would then vibe over Fairy Tail and Genshin Impact. We're still somewhat friends but I don't know for how long. Eversince we went to uni(different school btw), we haven't talk that much. I see her on her tiktok and facebook page and she did a 180°. She's now bolder and so much happier than before. I'm afraid that I will just hold her back if I reconnect with her. (10)

At the same time, I met 2 person online. Person one would always gusts about my cartoony artstyle at the time and say that I am brave for showing my drawings instead of just drawing anime like everyone else. I know person 1 meant well but it just seems like an insult at the time. We did become close but then I get jealous because they made a public post about who inspired them to become a cartoonist. I was not one of the people they listed even though they would always say it was me in private chat. That ended up with me blowing up and saying bad things to them and blocking them off. Person 2, who was also a fan of my artstyle at the time, was caught in the crossfire and the moment they showed that they like a different artist, I blocked them. You two are not on this site but I would like to apologize for my actions. It just feels like gaslight whenever you two praise me.(12)

In highschool, I meet a girl who is more like me than I thought. She's an artist, loves games and anime and somewhat socially awkward. That is until I found out that I'm depressed and try to keep a distance between us so I don't repeat my mistake like with person 1 and 2. (13)

I have been keeping friends at an arm's length eversince. I haven't try to make friends now that I'm in uni, even though this is the most important time to make connections. It's all going down hill from here. I have been more and more depressed to the point the praise "Die" or "kms" have become normal everyday talk.

...

I forgot where I was going.

[jackalgirl-01]

You are special (short Rainbowshy fanfic) one-shot [Completed]

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑀𝑙𝑝: 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 (𝑔𝑒𝑛 4, 2010)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, & 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑐)

𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ/𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦/𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ & 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 & 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.4𝑘

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12/3/23 update: Fix writing and grammar errors

A very old fanfiction written back in January 26, 2019 and originally posted it on fanficion.net

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It was a sunny day in Ponyville with the town ponies going to the market. Finding that perfect gift for their special somepony. The town is covered in red and pink decorations everywhere. Even some of the business’ windows have hearts and hooves theme painting on them. A sky blue mare with a rainbow colored mane and tail wearing a yellow scar around her neck, was walking through the market and booths looking at the items being sold at the fast paces.

"This is hopeless. I didn't think I'd be able to find something, aaahhh! Okay Dash, calm down. there might be something left, you just need to figure out something. She won't mind you being bad at this type of stuff, right?" saying more to herself than out loud in earshot, leaving out a sigh of desperation she was about to head to the next booth when she heard somepony call her name within the coward of customers bringing her out of her thoughts. 

  A pink mare with fluffy hot pink mare and tail happily appears out of nowhere bouncing towards her while, balancing boxes of pack sweets and goods on her head and back causing Dash to flitch in flight. Fearing that the boxes will tilt over and ruin the orders inside.

"Rainbow Dash! Hi! What are you doing here Dashie? Oh! Are you here to buy something! Wait! Didn't tell me! You're buying something for some pony special are you!?" The pink pony asks in excitement, still bouncing up and down happily. 

The sky blue pegasi doesn't mind the pink party pony bubbly personality, but at times she can be a bit unpredictable, even crazy with going over the top. Along with creeping their friends out at times. Either way she doesn't mind the pink pony way of handling things in stressful situations.

"Hi Pinkie, uh...I was having trouble finding something special for somepony this year, heart, and hooves day. I was planning on going with flowers, but I didn't think I'd have enough bits to buy something else that would give that awe factor." response Dash nervously feeling a bit unsure to tell the truth. But to her surprise Pinkie pulls out a stuffed winterfox out of her saddle bag and gives it to her.

"I'm guessing you’re having a hard time deciding on what to give Fluttershy this heart and hooves. Luckily for you the Cakes and I are selling these plushies with our baking orders. This take around the orders are stockpiling like crazy! Anyway I'll give this to you as a friend discount, hopefully you'll find something for her that will make her smile." Pinkie pie says happily despite the mood around her. Dash just smiles a bit, feeling warm inside by Pinkie’s kindness.

"Thank you Pinkie, really, Now I need something for the animals. probably buy them toys or some food." Dash seemed a bit lost in thoughts while Pinkie pie was delivering the orders from left to right. Some of the shops are now putting out stock signs on the display windows and their booths. And the town ponies were heading home to prepare their thoughtful gifts and dinner for tonight.

Dash went inside one of the shops to look around not soon after Pinkie pie was left behind to finish with her deliveries early. The shop opened a few weeks ago and specializes in pet clothing and toys. Everything is 75% off leaving Rainbow enough bits to pay for each item once.

"Dash, how are we going to carry these to Fluttershy's cottage? The two of us can't carry them all at once." say Pinkie while helping get clothes for each animal. She finished with her shift and met up with Dash at the clothes selection. Voicing her concern to her.

"I have an idea, Pinkie, but you have to trust me and we need a bit of help." Rainbow responds to her, walking up and places the clothes on the checkout counter.

*****

Fluttershy was outside her cotton attending and feeding her animal friends their afternoon sacks this fine evening. Heart and Hooves is a holiday that Fluttershy's was a bit nervous about since it’s the holiday if somepony will ask her out on a date or not. The thoughts of that had poke its head out during this time of year. And she knows she couldn’t get her hopes up too much.

Due to her shyness, the yellow pegasus mare has trouble speaking in public along with flying. Her self-confidence and self-esteem were low with self-doubt sparkle in her plate. After years of bullying from her bullies from flight school in Cloudale. Until Rainbow dash challenges them to a race for her honor causing her to fall off a cloud due to their flight speed. After that she got her cutie mark at the same time Dash performed a sonic rainboom and looked for her.

Both her and Dash got their cutie marks on the same day along with the other mare six. Fluttershy was about to head back inside her cottage, where she saw a brown color pegasus mare. With red, green, and white color mane and tail along with matching scarf walk up to her with a clipboard under one of her wings. With a delivery cart full of boxes behind her.

"Good evening madam, I’m here to ask you to offer your signature here on this slip of paper. To confirm that you have received your packages this evening." said the brown pegasus mare, giving her a smile while she offered her a pen to sign.

Fluttershy looks confused at first but takes the pen while the mare holds the clipboard up for her. When the slip of paper was completely signed off. The pegasus put the clipboard back under her wings and took a quick look around the area.

"Um, excuse me, ma’am, Why are you here? I didn’t order any packages today. Is there something that I need to know about?" ask the yellow pegasus feeling her shyness and anxiety beginning to creep up on her slowly by each passing moment.

 The brown mare looked at her and was glad to answer her client's questions even though it was posted to be a surprise for them from their sweetheart.

"Oh! I'm here to deliver these pet items to your resident, since someone already paid for them out of their own pocket. and ask the post delivery service to send them here, honestly I find this a bit sweet. Whelp I'll be better off then, I don't want to finish the job late. Anyway have a happy Heart and Hooves day." 

Before Fluttershy could respond to them, the brown pegasus was on her way to deliver more packages leaving the yellow mare with an unload stack of boxes in front of her. Not soon after her interaction with the volunteer delivery mare. She saw Dash and Pinkie walking up the path to her cottage. Fluttershy starts walking toward them still feeling a bit surprised on the delivery but quickly shakes it off.

"Hi Guys, what brings you here? are you the ones who pay for all this?" ask the yellow pegasus looking up at her friends and point her hoof out towards the stack of boxes in front of her cottage door.

Pinkie pie bounced up to her and nodded happily.

"Yup! But it was really Dashie's idea! She wants to give you something for  Heart and Hooves day this year! Honestly I'm surprised she spent all her bits on this!" Pinkie says happily and heads off to see the animals. Leaving Dash and Fluttershy alone together.

"Rainbow do you…? I mean it's not like I.." Fluttershy was a bit hesitant to even form words from her mouth at this moment. Rainbow takes a few steps closer up to her and gives her a gentle kiss on her lips. Causing Fluttershy to blush a bright red shyly and slowly kiss her back.

The kisses seem to last for a long moment with time slowly slowing down for them, until both of them break the kiss needing to breathe and get oxygen back into their lungs. Both of the mares look at each other blushing from the exchange and looking into each other's eyes.

"Happy heart and hooves day Fluttershy." Rainbow looks in her eyes while Fluttershy looks back in hers.

"Happy heart and hooves day Rainbow." Fluttershy response back. 

Both pegasus mares start walking up to the cottage, seeing Pinkie pie lending a helping hoof out with unpacking boxes. And storing some of the items in their rightful place with a pegasus pair following close behind her.

[dreamwritesimagines]

okay it’s CMA-

I read the chapter and holy fuck!!!!!!! A (mostly) fluffy chapter!!!! I feel so spoiled lmao but also like I should enjoy this while I can before shit inevitably goes down. I took a few notes while reading so here they are:

(btw I hated taking notes when reading for school but for this it’s like yes I have to write it down otherwise I will forget and I need to express how amazed I am at this part/line/moment or whatever because I need to share that and I cannot contain myself)

Omg a flower that makes you horny????? it’s a “real life” sex pollen lmaoooooooo is this a real thing that they thought???

The aunt thinking that she’ll be able to rest when clover is married… lmao nope I highly doubt it. Or she’ll be that person who is like ‘not my problem anymore haha benedict u sucker’

Anthony knowing Charlie’s favorite flower + clover, the most love blind human being who doesn’t even believe in it, being the first to recognize it >>>>>

I was wondering if benedict would get her the tuberoses and also did he buy them right away????? He had to have asked for them to be delivered to her place presumably so do you think that the shopkeeper was horrified?? Or that he thought it was for her aunt LMFAO??? Also was Anthony there when he bought them?? Was he like ‘Ben why are you buying the horny flowers’ or did he just go with it??? I have SO many questions

Ben making sure she doesn’t have to answer any questions she doesn’t want to🥺😭😭 I love him your honor

What happened to clover to think so poorly of a gift???? Who taught her this??? Who do I have to go murder??? Did someone trick her and that’s why she has no friends from before?? Why does she never mention anyone from her past besides (begrudgingly) her family????

“Any inappropriate urges?” “So many” SCREAMING oh my god that’s so fucking funny. He’s unapologetically horny this is so funny just wait until he’s actually able to do something about it

anyway dream I love love love this chapter!!! I’m glad for the fluff before shit gets real, but I’m sure I’ll be screaming at you when that does happen lmao.

anyway, love u lots❤️❤️

Omg loveeee! I'm so excited for this! 🥰❤️

I love your notes so much😍

Real life sex pollen lmaooo😂 Yesss it is something they thought, or at least some say it is😂 I laughed so hard when I read it, check this out;

During the Victorian era, young unmarried women were forbidden from smelling the tuberose flower because it was believed to have the power to cause spontaneous orgasm. /They were discouraged from smelling it, to prevent awakening erotic urges. / Maidens were prohibited to help in the harvesting process as the lingering smell was so sensual that it could entice the men on the fields

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?! 😂

I feel like the aunt won't be able to rest even when Clover is married 😂

Anthony definitely knows Charlotte's favorite flower, he didn't even think hard, he memorized it 😂❤️

Yesss! Absolutely, Benedict bought them right after Clover left the florist 😂 The florist was scandalized but he couldn't say anything because it's Benedict who's buying them, not Clover 😂 Anthony just went along with it but probably rolled his eyes at him 😂

Benedict will be so protective of her 🥰

Clover trusts no one and I doubt she had many friends aside from Josie and her friends ❤️ It was really hard for her back at home and we will see so many signs of how it affected her whole approach to the people 💔 She's not good at accepting gifts, and she thinks Benedict could take it away the moment he saw she likes it ❤️

Let's just say that he will be very...enthusiastic😈❤️

Thank you so much for this darling, I LOVE THIS! ❤️🥰🥰