#deep down he’s still sunflower boy

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Miles 42 is so brent fayiaz coded

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go big or go home | lee heeseung / nishimura riki

PAIRING:pitcher!heeseung / batter!riki x concession worker!female reader GENRE: comedy AU: strangers to ???, love triangle, baseball RATING: 18+ (my blog is 18+ but this is sfw) WORD COUNT: 4.2k WARNINGS: strong language, riki is kinda an egotistical jerk LOL, old man heeseung with creaky joints, good ol rivalry (i might be missing more) A/N: SURPRISE!! i kept staring at the photos when the boys visited my home town and went to a mariners game and then boom this idea bloomed in between writing my other wips! also omg what snail posts a fic that isn't just porn without plot??? craazzzyyyyy. anyways i love baseball, i grew up going to mariners games (maybe jay and i were at the same game at one point sfjkaldj) anyways i'm rambling this is a different writing style than what i normally do but thought i would experiment a bit! i hope you enjoy it ♡ SPECIAL THANK YOU TO: @sungbeams for making this sexy banner and for helping me figure out some details in this fic ily always

It's the bottom of the fifth inning and Heeseung cannot wait for the day to be over. It's hot, more so than ever before and it feels like he has to wipe the sweat off his forehead every twenty seconds or so. Soon enough, he won't be able to see where he's pitching.

Spitting out a buffalo flavored sunflower seed to his right, he re-positions his cap, nearly taking over his eyebrows. It can't possibly go any lower and he's wasting valuable time stalling with it.

The catcher has been throwing out basic plays that Heeseung has seen and done a million times. The kid knows his pitcher can't throw a decent changeup or slider anymore due to years of muscle strain and poor self care habits. Hell, it’s even difficult for him to throw an accurate knuckleball now. His specialty has switched to a ninety-seven mile-per-hour fastball. At least, that’s how fast it was two years ago.

The mitt smells sour against Heeseung’s nose as he finally nods his head, accepting his teammate's suggestion for a basic splitter. The catcher, Yang Jungwon, readies himself, rocking his body slightly as his knees adjust, giving his own mitt a few playful smacks as he does so.

Deep breath, the roar of the crowd stills into a faint white noise in the pitcher's mind as he lowers the mitt and the ball to his chest. As a pitcher, it's important to have a signature move. Something subtle, yet eye-catching that drives the fans crazy. Some have claimed his technique is too predictable; but those who comment, aren't usually the ones on the field.

Heeseung rocks back his left shoulder, his right rolling up towards his ear before making a rowing motion with the mitt and ball back to the right, the ball in his left hand leaving the comforts of the mitt. Left knee kicking up in front of his body, Heeseung releases his breath and winds up, the last of his energy exploding as the ball leaves his hand and spirals down towards home.

"STEEEEERIKE THREE! YOOOOU’RE OUT!"

Stomping feet of the fans in the stadium and the inspiring roars of his teammates from the dugout fills Heeseung's ears all at once. When he was first starting out in his career, all the excitement would make him jump right there on the mound. Now, the noise is comforting and he smiles fondly to himself. At this point, it's hard to concentrate without it.

Two batters down. One to go.

The next player that approaches the plate is someone Heeseung has been excited to compete against. With stats higher than any fresh new recruit the league has ever seen, Nishimura Riki is a force to be reckoned with. It’s midseason of the kid’s first year. Riki has never struck out. The batter struts out of the dugout with the bat over his shoulders, taking long, slow strides towards the plate with his chin held high.

The breeze picks up as Heeseung uses his mitt to hide his face, discreetly popping in some more sunflower seeds into his mouth, concentrating hard on Riki's broad, wide, confident stance. The kid is glaring right at Heeseung, the bat now held just next to his left ear, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

Rolling his shoulder a couple of times, Heeseung tries to ignore the growing ache inside his joint or the way his smile is naturally pulling into a frown. It helps to see that Yang has a newfound fire in his eyes, his first-hand signal is one Heeseung hasn’t seen in a very long time. And oh, does that simple hand signal excite the fuck out of the pitcher.

“Let’s take this newbie back old school style.” Heeseung chuckles to himself, his mitt covering his mouth as he gives a short nod to Yang.

The ritual restarts.

“STEEEEERIKE ONE!” The umpire hollers. The crowd screams as the tension builds in the stadium. Riki has had strikes before, so Heeseung isn’t phased by the hype of the crowd. Unless he smiles, they think that he will be the pitcher to knock the kid down a few pedestals. Riki did have a delayed swing reaction for that first pitch which isn’t how he usually reacts at base.

Yang quickly tosses a new ball to Heeseung.

Wasting no time, he winds up again, this time with a little more gusto and confidence laced in his fingertips.

"STEEEEEERIKE TWO"

Pride swells quickly in Heeseung's chest, how could it not? Riki grimaces, stepping back from the plate and hitting the end of his bat against his cleats. This time, he swung too early. Heeseung watches as the batter rolls his neck, shaking his upper body before comically bouncing up and down - the same way Heeseung used to do. Stepping back up to the plate, Riki sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek and narrows his eyes at Heeseung.

Another ball is tossed to Heeseung who catches it casually and without much effort, barely even giving it a glance.

The sun feels warm at the nape of Heeseung's neck and on his forearms. He’s definitely walking away from this with a wicked sunburn and he just knows the long bath he’ll sink into later will feel so nice on his aching bones and singed skin. It's the perfect weather for a game. It's the perfect weather to win a game.

And, for the final time (he hopes), Heeseung winds up to pitch. Every muscle in his body feels relaxed and ready as he eyes his target: the center of Yang's mitt.

Right as Heeseung is about to release the ball from his hand, there's a yell in the crowd.

"COTTON CANDY! GET YA COTTON CANDY HERE! FIVE SMACK-A-ROONIES! COTTON CANDY!"

For just a moment, Heeseung looks to see where the noise is coming from. A girl is waving around blue and pink bags of cotton candy above her head. By the drastic movement of her jaw, Heeseung guesses she's chewing a big wad of gum. She tosses a pink bag towards a man in the middle of a row and collects the money promptly. Something about her energy is captivating, hell, the way her voice was even able to carry out all this way past the roar of the crowd is something Heeseung has never seen before in all his years on this mound.

And then, she turns towards the field.

It feels like time stills as Heeseung notices her features. With long hair swooped up in a messy bun, held captive by a home team baseball cap, the craziness of all the wisps floating with the breeze somehow makes the features of her face stand out even more. She’s smiling wide with each short interaction with the customers around her, glancing to the field every now and then to see the action going on. Every time she turns to the field, her eyes glisten slightly and that smile widens.

She's absolutely beautiful.

He feels it– the quiver throughout his body making him lose his focus. The baseball leaves Heeseung's fingertips all too soon as that quiver offsets the direction of the pitch. Riki watches the ball confused as it thumps against the green tarp just about five feet to the left of home base.

Silence.

"Raaah!" Heeseung yells and kicks at the mound, coughing instantly as the dirt rises up to his mouth. Everyone in the arena is confused as to what just happened. Heeseung has thrown walks before, sure, but nothing even close to this drastically bad.

Then suddenly, Yang calls for a timeout and runs up to the mound to meet Heeseung.

"Dude, Lee, what the hell just happened? Is it your shoulder?" His voice sounds muffled behind his catching mitt that covers his lips.

Words escape Heeseung, but his mouth moves anyways. Inaudible sounds manage to sneak out and Yang stares at him with a concerned look in his face before waving one of their coaches over.

Mitt also in front of his face, the coach tries to find his words before blurting, "What's going on? I've never seen a pitch that bad since we tried you out for pitcher." The coach laughs as he bumps shoulders with Yang who only grimaces back.

"I don't know, Coach, I think he's having a stroke or something." Concerned, Yang sticks out a finger and aims to poke at Heeseung's nose.

Heeseung shakes his head and grabs Yang's finger, pushing him away, still not meeting the younger player's eyes.

The coach follows Heeseung's line of sight and immediately smacks the pitcher on his non-throwing arm. "A girl? You have got to be shitting me right now. You are not being paid to ogle at stadium workers! Acting like a real rookie right now, Lee. Get your shit together, you’re about to make history!"

Heeseung barely feels the smack. He's too busy looking at the girl juggling massive bags of cotton candy like a professional. There's a wave of grace as she rolls a pink bag of fluff down one arm and into her hand, only to flick it towards a customer seconds later. Fascinated, Heeseung has never seen anything quite like it. She’s not like the other concession workers he’s seen throughout his years; one’s that always have that dark cloud following around them as they sluggishly drag their feet around the stadium rows. Strands of hair from her bun are coming undone, the wind slowly untangling the strands with each gentle push.

Finally, she turns towards the field again.

Underneath his team’s cap, her eyes flick to meet his.

She doesn't stay facing them long, yelling about cotton candy left and right, customers eagerly trying to get her attention. As she spins around, Heeseung feels like fainting seeing his name painted in bold letters on the back of her baseball jersey, his lucky number 49 also printed largely on the back.

The air suddenly feels stiff and musky. Heeseung feels sweatier than before and can't seem to focus on the words his coach and teammates are saying to him, a smile blooming on his face meanwhile his cheeks start to burn, and it’s definitely not from the sun.

"AYO, Lee!"

Heeseung shakes his head and turns his attention back towards home base, instantly annoyed at the sight of the batter, Riki. The newbie has his shiny oak bat resting on his shoulders, one hip casually jutting out, looking bored as ever. Heeseung can see from the mound how flat Riki's eyes look as the younger man smacks his bubblegum.

"We gonna play some ball or something?" Riki waves a hand up in an annoyed fashion.

Clenching his jaw, Heeseung nods his head, prompting Yang and the coach to head back to their spots.

Two strikes. One ball. It's an easy out at this point. Heeseung has the rage fueling him and he always throws faster and harder when there's something to target. Plus, it would be pretty cool if he could strike out the un-strikable in front of the pretty girl.

Stealing one last glance, Heeseung sees the cotton candy girl leaning against the metal banister upfront and close to the field. She's focusing hard on Heeseung with an intensity he has never seen before. It's clear she's looking at him, waiting for something to happen.

Gulping down a lump of nerves, the angry fire that was bubbling within quickly becomes dormant.

Wind up. Breathe.

Release.

Riki swings, catching the baseball with the tip of the bat. Instead of going forward, the ball spirals behind him. A perfect foul.

Two balls, two strikes.

When it comes down to the wire like this, Heeseung feels his strongest. And the intensity coming from Riki only reminds Heeseung of how it used to be when he was first starting out in the league: exhilarating, adrenalizing, a never-ending insatiable hunger. Heeseung sees that same drive in the batter in front of him. It’s rejuvenating to see that raw emotion can still exist in the newcomers. 

Hopefully, for the final time, Heeseung winds up and prepares to strike out Nishimura Riki’s ego for good.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect pitch. The baseball leaves Heeseung’s fingers tingling with the sheer force of the throw. When his leg kicks up from the momentum of the throw, Heeseung can feel the speed of the ball as it barrels in a perfect line towards Yang’s mitt.

So, imagine Heeseung’s anger and confusion when the ball sinks into the catcher’s mitt and the umpire is dead silent.

Uproars from the home team fans go crazy with insults as replay after replay shows on the jumbo screens. 

“Timeout! Timeout!” The coach of Heeseung’s team yells furiously as he runs onto the field. The coach grabs Heeseung by the arm and drags him to the dugout, quickly thrusting a water bottle into Heeseung’s hands and puts an ice pack on his shoulder. Heeseung winces at the impact, his sun kissed skin not prepared for the harsh contrast so quickly.

“Fucking umpires I swear they’re out to protect this Nishimura’s reputation. That was a strike if I’ve ever seen one! A textbook, picture perfect strike!” The coach enunciated the words with his pointer finger jamming into his other palm, and continues to grumble as he applies more pressure to Heeseung’s shoulder.

The cold does feel great against his joints after a moment, but sitting inside the dugout does not feel ideal. He’s not meant to be a bench warmer, especially not in the middle of an intense moment. Walking away from the mound has anxiety bubbling deep within his chest. He’ll rest after all of this is good and over with, no matter the outcome. So, wordlessly, Heeseung waves his coach off, takes the water bottle, takes a long swig, stepping back onto the field wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

The feeling of the ice-cold water going down his throat felt more refreshing than he was expecting as his eyes gaze around the field, casually trying to find the girl from earlier.

Unknowingly, Heeseung walks closer to home base before finding the cotton candy girl just a few rows away. She looks beautiful as she smiles at the customers, the pinks and blues of the cotton candy bringing out the blush in her face and the sparkle in her eyes. Heeseung leans against the padded wall, reaching into his pocket to pop a few more sunflower seeds into his mouth.

Following Heeseung's glance, Riki scoffs and turns back to him. "Really? The cotton candy girl? Buddy, friend, you do realize what kind of people we are right? We have million-dollar contracts. She makes minimum wage. Those classes don't mix."

Heeseung has never been more grateful and proud of his own self-control than in this moment. If he were any other place, he would have socked Riki right in the jaw with as much might as humanly possible. Preferably right in the spot where the edge of his smile forms a lined dimple. Instead, he spits out the sunflower seed shells as close to Riki as he can without it being called unfair sportsmanship. The kid doesn’t even notice.

"Despite the class difference, I guess she is kind of cute," the younger boy continues, "I wonder if she's ever dated a baseball player before." There's something hidden behind that seemingly harmless statement, challenging almost, and Heeseung has a weird feeling, enough to make the hair stand on the back of his neck and his nose to scrunch.

Wordlessly, Heeseung looks back and forth between the cotton candy girl and Riki.

"What's it gonna be, old man? Do you really think she would pick you over me?" The kid laughs and adjusts his helmet to fit over his ear better, squaring up to bat and locking gazes with the pitcher. 

Unspoken words thrash across the field between the two players while Heeseung walks back towards the mound, tired of waiting for his coaches to be done bickering with the umpires. He can't decide if he wants to call the rookie's bluff or not.

Actions speak louder than words, Heeseung tells himself and casually throws the ball into his mitt a couple of times, finding a rhythm that feels right. Riki is still waiting for him, the umpire now back in place and Heeseung’s coach fuming against the railing in the dugout.

Quiet.

Suddenly, the ball is no longer in Heeseung's hands.

It's like he blinked and didn't even feel his body move. But Yang has left his crouched position and is picking up the baseball on the far, far right side of home plate.

Heavy groans arise from the sea of fans, growing louder and louder as their doubt in Heeseung sets in more permanently. There’s a faint sting in his wrist that makes him want to shake it vigorously.  That wouldn’t go unnoticed by the coach, though, so he refrains. 

Looking at the sky, Heeseung immediately notices a change in the weather. The sky is now filled with dark purplish clouds, casting a dark shadow over the field. At first, it seems that the universe is mocking him, telling him that his wonder years have officially come to an end. But then, a flash of white lights up the sky, and Heeseung’s melancholy attitude fills with annoyance.

“God dammit!” 

Maybe it was a one time strike. Maybe no one else saw it. If there’s lightning they will cancel the game immediately. And that means he won’t be able to see the look on Riki’s face once he finally strikes him out.

For a few moments, nothing happens and it seems like the perfect chance for Heeseung to wind up again. As quickly as the thought came to mind, another streak of lightning hits the sky, this time, more noticeable than the first. To make matters worse, Heeseung is hit in the forehead with a juicy raindrop, the contents sliding down his nose and across his cheek.

“Everyone, due to unforeseen weather, we will have to postpone the rest of this game. Please evacuate safely to your vehicles. Updated game information can be found on our website-”

Shaking his head, Heeseung walks off the mound and heads towards the locker rooms. 

Up ahead, he sees Riki leaning against the wall with one elbow, his other hand placed on his hip. There’s a look in his eyes that makes Heeseung follow where the rookie is looking. Devastation hits when he sees that Riki is flirting with the cotton candy girl.

Jogging over, Heeseung can feel the rain increase in intensity, his jersey starting to cling to his skin.

“This lighting is way too dangerous, babe. Why don’t you and I get out of here? I’ll keep you safe.”

Heeseung wants to gag at Riki’s words. The younger generation just has no problem being so blunt these days.

“Have a little class, rookie,” Heeseung grits his teeth before turning to the cotton candy girl, “I can walk you to your car. You’d probably be safer with the lightning than with this guy.”

“Says the old geezer,” Riki laughs, “she’d be walking you to your car if anything!”

Tired of the old man jokes, Heeseung can’t help but jut his lower lip forward as he says, “I’m only a few years older than you, you know. Just because I’ve been in the game longer than you’ve held a baseball means nothing.”

Taking his elbow off the wall, Riki faces Heeseung fully, setting his shoulders back as he sizes up his opponent.

“You’re just mad that I got to Y/n before you did. Yeah, that’s right,” Riki crosses his arms over his chest and takes a few more steps towards Heeseung with a newfound smugness on his face, “I learned her name before you could even guess it.”

“Oh, yeah? If you think you’re so in, then why is she wearing a jersey with my name and number on it?”

The next five minutes are a blur of insults and jabs between Heeseung and Riki, the cotton candy girl long forgotten while the rain comes down harder. Heeseung has never been in a fight with someone like this before, and, in the back of his mind, he’s kind of worried about if Riki is the type to get physical or not. Heeseung definitely can’t afford to injure his shoulder more than he already has throughout his years in the game. Even just bruising his knuckles would throw him out for the rest of the season. 

Their voices increase with the sound of the thunder.

“You two!” Heeseung’s coach yells from the other side of the field. “Quitcha arguing and get to safety! I’ll be damned if my best pitcher gets electrocuted on the field!”

Smugly, Heeseung turns to Riki, raising an eyebrow as he soaks in the unintentional praise from one of the world’s most decorated coaches. Success hits when Riki furrows his brow, his mouth tightening to a white line with frustration.

Victory won in his own mind, Heeseung turns to say something to the cotton candy girl, only to find that she’s long gone.

Riki is also looking around him, annoyance evident on his face as his tongue pokes the insides of his cheek, his jaw muscles setting a little stronger than usual.

“You…” Riki growls and swiftly reaches for Heeseung’s jersey, fisting the material tightly as the younger player tries to find the right words to express his anger. Defensively, Heeseung grabs at Riki’s biceps, trying his best to hold him at bay. He really doesn’t want to fight in the middle of a lightning storm over a girl who isn’t even around to witness the outcome.

As more players are leaving the field, making jokes at the two guys about to pummel each other, Riki loosens his grip, his gaze focused on the other side of the field.

Heeseung barely sees you walking away from the field with someone else beside you.

Riki still holds onto the front of Heeseung's jersey, but Heeseung has since dropped his arms to his sides as he sees one of his own outfielders reach for the cotton candy girl's hand, lifting it, and pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

"She's...laughing..." Heeseung pouts, his shoulders drooping slightly. Another crack of thunder booms lightly in the distance, closer than the previous one.

Riki finally turns around, promptly releasing Heeseung from his grasp. "Damn," he mutters as watches, “guess she does date baseball players.”

"You guys didn't know?" Laughs one of Heeseung's teammates. "They're engaged, bro. Have been for a couple of months now." He pats Heeseung and Riki on the back simultaneously before walking off, not even turning as he waves his hand goodbye.

Disbelief and embarrassment overwhelm Heeseung all at once as he watches you leave towards the stadium doors with Jongseong. Before this point, Heeseung had barely paid any attention to the outfielder. His skills were average at best, his batting stats about the same, he wasn’t great enough to be a fan favorite, but also not bad enough to be the outrage of the fans and team. They’ve never really connected on a personal level either and have just kept things professional these past few years. And it just doesn’t make sense how someone as average as Park Jongseong could find love and not himself.

Noticing the cease in your bickering, the cotton candy girl turns back to them with a wide smile, “Now you guys can walk each other to your cars! Be safe!” She yells and winks, turning back to her fiance.

“Maybe she’s allergic to greatness,” Riki tuts, shaking his head before adjusting his hat. His hair is greasy from sweat and rain, curling at the ends. 

Wordlessly, Heeseung begins to walk towards the locker rooms, Riki following close behind despite having his own team’s locker room behind him. The first few trickles of rain glide down the nape of Heeseung’s neck, leaving him feeling chilled and uncomfortable. Something about what Riki said keeps playing over and over again in his mind. And the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets.

“If she’s happy, let her be happy. Maybe he’s great in her eyes and has more going for him outside of this stupid game.”

Riki scoffs and laughs, barely stopping before he continues towards the locker room.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man. Just know the next game, I won’t be going easy on you. And there sure as hell won’t be any lightning or girls to stop me.” He turns to flash a toothy grin at Heeseung, who can’t help but laugh in return. There’s a fire in the kid's eyes, one that Heeseung remembers he himself had when he first started out. It’s become more of a rare thing to see; genuine passion from newbies who are in it for more than just fame, money, and status.

With that realization, Heeseung can’t help but feel some sort of respect for the obnoxious guy.

It’s too bad he’s on a rival team, Heeseung thinks. Imagine the chaos the two of them could have created if they were on the same team, how well they could push each other.

“Until next time! You better bring it!”

“Only if that’s a promise, old man!”

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[vacantfields]

So... Here it is (:

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Your hands were shaking around the backpack you were holding. It contained gifts for the two animatronics you cared so much about, the ones you hurt. 

You wanted to apologize to them for your behavior; it wasn't right of you to avoid them in the way that you did just due to their new looks. 

Sun's heartbroken expression jumps into your mind, and you frown, softly sighing as you look down at the bag; the flap of it is open. The bag held arts and crafts supplies and those glow-in-the-dark stickers Moon had mentioned once or twice. Hopefully, if the boys saw this, they would hear you out. 

Once you moved to the Daycare doors, you stood half-frozen in panic. It shouldn't be an issue coming here to the place now, as the kids wouldn't have gotten in yet. You groan to yourself, gently resting your forehead against the big wooden doors to the daycare. If they don't accept your apology, you'll lose the best friends you have ever had. Raising your head from the door, you grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open ever so slowly; it creaked quietly, but before you stepped in, you could hear the two jesters talking. 

"... I really thought they would like the new looks, Moon..." Sun sounded so sad, and it seemed like this talk had been happening for a while. 

Moon hummed in response before answering. "I think they do, Sunshine. I think they were just... Surprised?" 

Sun let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah? Because we are so surprising to see?" Then, someone gets playfully pushed due to the bells jingling that could be heard. After a short silence, you could hear their laughter through the door you were hiding behind and more pushing around. 

You suppose you caught the end of the conversation, so as you could hear the soft jingling of bells and soft laughter and giggles, you pushed the door open further and walked into the daycare, the bag tightly in your hands.  

The laughter and playfighting stopped immediately, and eyes snapped to your wildly shaking form. You thank yourself quietly for wearing your cap and oversized jacket so you could hide a little. It was quiet but somehow loud for what felt like eons.

Then, Sun finally spoke; god bless that guy. "Star? I thought you weren't coming back?" He sounded so careful that if he spoke any faster, he would scare you off. Moon remained quiet, you noticed. You stood there for a bit, taking some deep breaths, and then you heard more jingling, meaning they both jumped down from where they sat. The jingling of bells stopped, and you finally looked up and saw Sun in front of you on his knees, so he wasn't too terribly tall. He had a small but careful smile on his lips. Since he was this close, you could finally take all the details in his skin. He looked so soft, and his eyes looked so bright and friendly.

 "Starlight...?" Sun said softly, with a frown, as he moved his large hand up and carefully wiped a tear away from under your eye with his thumb, cupping your cheek with the rest of his hand. You hadn't noticed you had begun crying. Your blurry eyes went to Moon, who loomed over Sun's shoulder from behind; even he looked worried. 

"Ah, sorry! Sorry..." You quickly spoke as you sniffled and flinched a bit from Sun's soft touch, but he kept you steady, his free hand resting on your arm. "Star..." Sun tried, but you held a hand up, so he paused. Moon watched you cautiously, his hands at his sides. "I'm... I'm sorry for the way I acted and the way I treated you guys. I’m so so so sorry." You tried to hold your voice steady as you looked at both jesters. 

Sun's rays peeked out through his curly locks and gave a weak spin, a sweet smile on his lips. "Oh, daydream... Beloved little sunflower." he sounded so fond, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You smiled, although a bit awkwardly, but you leaned into Sun's hand that still rested on your cheek. You glanced at Moon, who let out the loudest dramatic sigh, his head tilted back and his long black hair hanging behind him as he lowered himself onto his knees, looking at you sternly for a bit, his red eyes narrowed. 

You watched him with widened eyes before Moon moved his hand over his claws, sheathed, and cupped your other cheek. "You should have apologized sooner, Star." You weakly nod as both Daycare attendants cup each side of your face. 

"I’m really sorry... I brought you two some gifts in hopes of making it up to you or at least just a tiny bit..." You softly muttered, then held up the bag, to which Moon removed his hand from your face and gently pried the bag out of your grip so gently that you barely noticed Sun's rays spinning slowly. Moon gently sat back, using both hands to open the bag; you and Sun watched as Moon's expression changed from sad to excited. The soft grin that appeared on your lips when Moon's eyes widened as he held up the small bag of glow-in-the-dark star stickers was so worth the hours of driving around to get them worth it.

He looked to Sun and shook the bag of stickers like an excited kid on Christmas. "Sunny! Sunny!" Moon said with the happiest grin, and Sun's rays spun faster, and a happy giggle escaped his lips. "I see them, Moonlight, I see them!"

Even you let out a small laugh; the moment was warm and tender as you and Sun watched Moon stand up, the bag of stickers tightly in his clawed, excited grip. "I will be right back. I have to put them in our room!" He said with such excitement neither you nor Sun could stop him, not that you wanted to. You watched him attach their aerial wire and fly so quickly that he almost tripped onto the small stage that sat high up on the wall.

When Moon disappeared behind the curtains, your eyes returned to Sun, who was rummaging through the bag to see his gift; it was different colored paper, pencils, and even some paints. You could see his rays spin slowly, a content whirr from his fans as he put them down carefully and turned back to you, who was still standing there.

When Sun didn't speak, you opened your mouth for some reason.

"Its... Kinda funny that even after hours, you're both still dressed in your silly jester costumes." Your face flushed, and you let out a weak chuckle. Sun smiled at that. "Hm... Well, we have been a bit out of the loop due to someone!" He sing-sung to you with a teasing grin, to which you frowned. Sun chuckled at your expression as he sat back on his heels, his hands resting on his thighs. "Thank you for the gifts, Star, but you really didn't have to, you know?" He hummed as a soft grin stayed on his lips. "I know you think we deserve everything, but we just wanted our best friend." Your face once again turned red with how fast it flushed at his soft voice. 

Sun raised his large hand and gently pat your hip with a slight grin before he stood up at his full height again, the bag of his gifts in his free hand as the other traveled up to your chin, his knuckle hitched under it and tilted your head up; you looked at him curiously then he sent you a wink and a smile as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before looking down at you again.

"Are you going to stay for a slumber party then?" 

"I don't... I didn't pack any clothes or items I need to do that, though?" You said, flustered, your voice no longer steady as you watched him with widened eyes.

"Hmm..." Sun moved his hand from under your chin to tap his own with a finger. "Well, clothes... You just need something to sleep in, right? You can borrow one of Moon and I's if you want to," He said with a smile. "As for... items as you say, I'm sure I can find a toothbrush or something in the gift store! And for a bed... Well, you can lay right in between us." He said with a huge grin.

You needed to get away from this teasing, giant android right now. "Moonie?" You called out, to which Moon responded by standing out on the small stage high up on the daycare wall. "Yes, Moonbeam?" he called back with a smile. 

"Sunny is trying to make me stay over!" 

Moon reattached his wire and lowered himself down to you and Sun. "Ohh.. But what if I also want you to stay?"

"What? You know I can't stay-" You began frantic and flustered.

Moon stood next to Sun. Both of the androids looked down at you, almost pleading. 

"Guys! The rules say I can't stay-" You got cut off by Moon, who put a hand on your head to take the cap off your head and put it on his own. "You and I know those rules are not rules anymore, dear Star." He hummed, and Sun nodded. "It's a true daydream! They changed it! So you could totally stay here with Moon and me for the night!" Sun spoke excitedly in his voice, his rays doing a spin and his hands clapping.

You were blushing so hard you felt like you were going to faint. Being alone with the jesters at night would be different now that they look like... well, for a lack of better words. Hot. 

They were both 8’5, so double your height, basically; they were built toned, with broad shoulders and chests, a slim waist, and arms and legs that looked toned. They looked like models of some sort for a more risky line of clothing. 

Your thoughts ran in circles about the idea of them being models, but you snapped out of it when you heard Moon snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"Hey, Moon to Star!" He said, but he sounded amused. "You have been staring at our chests for a long time." Oh, His grin looked dangerous, like he knew he had you in his claws now. You pouted up at Moon. 

"Don't be mean. I just zoned out, and you two are so tall it's hard to look into your eyes!" you tried to defend, but Sun just snorted but managed to keep his laughter in as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Moon hummed with a smile. "I see. I suppose that's fair, little stargazer." he chuckled before putting his hands behind his back, his arms folded there as he tilted his head, his faceplate tilting a little as well. "But you should stay the night." 

Sun nodded his head quickly to that. "Yes! You must stay! Please, Starlight?" He put his hands together in a plea. 

You watched the two for a long while, keeping them in suspense, but then you sighed and nodded. "Alright. I will stay."

They both jumped up excitedly and even high-fived, which made you giggle.

Oh, these two made your heart pound. You watched Sun and Moon fondly as they excitedly started to plan the slumber party. A tender smile on your lips.

Things were okay.

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Part 2

Part 1

hope you guys enjoyed (:

[alexx013]

🌼Giving Haikyuu boys flowers🌼

When you were walking back from school, and passed the flower shop you saw pretty flowers that catched your attention. You decided to buy them for your bf. Which flower it is and how will they react?

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi

A/N: Hi everyone, hope you have a nice day. I legit got a hand cramp when I was posting this ;---; But oh well, hope you enjoy

Hinata ☀️

You'd give him: Sunflowers

This sunshine absolutely loves them

When you give them to him, you can see his eyes shining (shine bright like a diamond~)

Will immediately pull you into a hug and thank you over and over again

Would send you a pic of the flowers in a vase in his room when he gets home

Kageyama 🥛

You'd give him: Lilies

Also would like them, but tbh I think he'd be a bit confused on why you're buying him flowers

But you'd get his soft smile, and a bit of ear reddening as a reaction

Listen, he might not be verbal with his response but he for sure appreciates the gesture and will treasure the flowers

Might not send you a photo of the flowers, but would take one for himself

Tsukishima 🌙

You'd give him: Evening primrose

Also doesn't know why you want to buy him flowers

Also isn't very responsive after getting the flower, nod of thanks and a tiny blush appearing on his face

But after you visit him few days later you can see that the flowers are being well cared for and are placed in the best vase in his house (according to his mum)

Yamaguchi 🌱

You'd give him: Daisies

Instant bit of a red hue appearing on his ears & freckled face, just looks so adorable

Offers to pay, but upon losing to you in the fight over the payment accepts the gift, loves the flowers

He will forever be grateful for this sweet moment and will try to gift you something in return

He might give a name to the flower bouquet, but that's a secret 🤫 You'll only get the pictures of the flowers with sunset in background

Kenma 🐱

You'd give him: Lavender

Would also get shy, but deep down you know he appreciates the gift

I mean, you can guess that from his ears and neck turning a warm shade of pink

He would mutter a thanks, but when you try to jokingly steal the flowers he'd be like "Give that back, it's mine :("

Even if you don't know it, the plant would get a honorable place in his room (probably far away from his desk tho cause who knows how much sunlight get there)

Kuroo🐔

You'd give him: Pink roses

Would kinda be shocked by the sudden gesture but I don't think he'd show it

Listen, definitely the 4th season smirk and saying "Prettiest flowers for the prettiest boyfriend"

Would still love the flowers very much, and give you a head pat along with a thanks

He would research on when to water the flowers so it doesn't die and they stand in a vase in a sunny spot

Bokuto 🦉

You'd give him: Gerbera daisies

He would absolutely love them, and fall head over heels for you in this moment

Happy jumps & hugs, also would protect the flowers with all his might

He would definitely name each flower, and treat them like children... or try at least

And then at 23:05 you'd get a text "Your children miss you", and you'd be like what 👁️👄👁️

Akaashi ✨

You'd give him: Calla Lilies

Would definitely offer to pay, but would accept the gift after convincing

Would smile softly at you and then while gently "petting" the flowers along with saying a thank you

A little kiss on the forehead cause a hug could ruin the flowers

You know damn well that the flowers will be taken care of well

[marixrose]

Hello hello! :3

Can i request for a hc for the harry potter boys reacting to mc putting a flower in the boys' hair and calling them 'cutie' while pinching their cheeks?

Thank u <333

Also, a sunflower for you 🌻

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Yes! My first Harry Potter character request!! Love to see it. Thank you for the sunflower love! 🌻💞

Just fyi I will not be writing for Harry Potter characters unless it is requested. I plan on writing a Harry Potter series like I have done with any other fandoms I write for, but I like to finish one fandom at a time 💕. Thank you for the request, I love writing for them <3

I have not written for Harry Potter characters in a WHILE, so I apologize in advance if these seem out of character. I also portray Tom Riddle as a yandere in some of my writing, I apologize if that isn’t your cup of tea.

Draco Malfoy—

✰ He is confused at first but thinks it cute

✰ He refuses to take the flower out of his hair until he physically has to

✰ He still thinks of the moment and it makes him smile (when he is alone of course, he will not be caught smiling silly like that in front of anyone but you.)

Harry Potter—

✰ He blushed not used to this affection

✰ He smiles wide and pinches your cheeks back

✰ He tells you that you’re cuter

✰ He somehow finds your favorite flower and places it in your hair a few hours later

Ron Weasley—

✰ Will be a stuttering mess

✰ Will quietly whisper a “thank you” with red cheeks

✰ Will call you cute back

✰ He is sad when he sees that the flower has died

Fred Weasley—

✰ Will laugh and smile

✰ He kisses you and gives you a flower

✰ He thanks you for calling him cute and he lists a whole bunch of other attributes about you “you’re cute, funny, smart….”

George Weasley—

✰ He thinks it is the sweetest things in the world

✰ He never throws away the flower, even after it died it’s in a hidden place

✰ When he misses you he just thinks back to that moment

Neville Longbottom—

✰ He gets nervous and doesn’t knows what to say

✰ Eventually he gets over being nervous and he says “thank you” and that he loves you

✰ He starts to tell you about the flower you put in his hair

Oliver Wood—

✰ Thinks it the cutest things every

✰ Brags about it at all of his games

✰ He keeps the flower in his jersey pocket (if there is one)

✰ He gives you a bouquet the next day of the same flower

Tom Riddle—

✰ Thinks it dumb

✰ Doesn’t say anything back he just walks away

✰ Deep down he thought it was cute and he hid the flower you put in his hair

[benedictscanvas]

filling an empty vase - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x reader

word count: 3.4k (genuinely don't know how that happened)

warnings: language (duh) and some suggestive themes. the word shagging, which is too british not to include i'm afraid

a/n: this was an anonymous request that i'm not going to put here because it kinda ruins the whole plot! but it was such a fabulous request, so thank you anon, for giving me so much space to play. if you're not sure this is your request, you mentioned "Mr I Never Smile Kent" which funnily enough, made me smile!! enjoy sunflowers <3

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You were such a professional in so many ways, but yet again you found your focus drifting during your meeting with the rest of the coaches. Your eyes find Roy’s face with such ease, lingering on the newly thicker beard he’s been sporting recently, then travelling down to broad shoulders, ones that fill out the door frame so nicely when he folds his arms. You’re so lucky he’s always folding his arms.

Before you can move onto admiring those arms, you see his head turn towards you and you look away before you can be caught. Instead of glancing at his face to see if he’s still looking at you, you decide it’s easier to join the conversation. As the goalkeeping coach, there isn’t always much you can contribute to these discussions, but they’re very insistent on including you.

“The only thing you need to be careful of is their counter-press,” you chime in, “Mind that the boys don’t get complacent in possession or my guy will be a sitting duck out there.”

“Good thinkin, Abe Lincoln. Why don’t we add that to our pre-game talk, coach, make sure someone’s watchin’ Zoreaux’s back at all times?”

“Already writing it down, coach,” Beard replied, gaining a double thumbs up from Ted who then continued talking. Even though you’d hardly been listening, you knew to do enough research beforehand so that you were free to let your mind wander and only speak up with a few key points.

You tune back in when you recognise the gruff tone of the very man you’re trying not to admire again.

“No. Y/N stole my fucking thing. I’ve gone over the rest in training,” he says dryly, and you duck your head to your lap to hide your smirk. Of course the two of you were on the same page about strategy, you always were. Usually he got to say it before you though, “Can we go now?”

“Unless anyone’s got anythin’ they want to add?” Ted looks around at everyone’s blank and frankly, very tired faces, “Not even somethin’ personal? Deep dark secret? Scandalous love affair, that kinda thing? Higgins, you look like there’s somethin’ right on the tip of that tongue.”

“I’m leaving,” Roy announced, walking into his office and shutting the door, even going so far as to shut the blinds on both windows before he presumably sat at his desk. You sighed and got up from your perch on the desk to take a step towards the dressing room.

“Afraid I’ve got some work to get done before I go home too,” you say, trying to be at least slightly nicer than Roy about it, “We can get personal tomorrow, alright Ted?”

He agrees with a happy grin on his face and you say goodbye to him, Beard and Trent collectively with a salute before turning on your heel and waving a goodbye to any of the team still around as you leave. You don’t go far. Unable to help yourself, you knock on Roy’s office door from the other side and shuffle your weight between your feet as you wait.

“Fuck off,” comes the greeting, so you open the door and slip inside.

“Even if it’s me?”

His head turns at the sound of your voice and suddenly his features look a special kind of soft, even in the harsh overhead lighting. He swivels his chair fully to face you, but makes no other move.

“Especially if it’s you,” he confirms, folding his arms again like he knew the effect he had on you, “You’re a fucking pervert.”

You gasp, clutching at the door handle behind you in a show of shock.

“I’m a what?”

“You heard me. Staring at me like you do in meetings wasn’t in your job description when we hired you, last I checked.”

“Last I checked, shagging your goalkeeping coach wasn’t in your job description, but you made pretty quick work of it.”

That was enough to get him moving. He’s quick out of his chair for a man with a bad knee, quick to crowd you against the wall just next to the door. Someone would have to really peer in to see the two of you, something he’d probably calculated even though your mind was already blank at the new proximity. 

“You’re right,” he says, voice sinfully low, hands either side of your hips but not touching you yet, “And I was staring at you the whole fucking meeting anyway, so I’m a pervert and a hypocrite.”

“Well, I don’t know if I can keep on with you if you’re both. One of them, maybe I can look past it, but both?”

Finally, one hand comes off the wall to stroke a line down your side with the backs of his knuckles. You try not to give him the satisfaction of shivering, but fail miserably.

“Think you can brave it?” he murmurs, that same hand brushing along your cheekbone, still all rough knuckles instead of his palm, “I’ll take you to Big Tesco later.”

Your whole face brightens despite the heavy tension that had settled like a mist in the room. You reach up to gently hold his wrist, stroking a thumb back and forth over the pulse that jumped there.

“Shit, you know the way to a girl’s heart, Kent,” you whisper, syrupy and cloying, “I take it all back. We can go as long as you like.”

The innuendo drew the growl from him that you’d been hoping for. The hand at your cheek was quick to turn until he was cupping your face and pulling you into him, kissing you deep and slow and longingly. Each kiss with him was better than the last. Yes, it had started hot and desperate after a month of unbearable electricity between you, a rushed encounter at a hotel after a particularly adrenaline-filled away game. 

Ever since, Roy had slowed things down. Not in the way you’d perhaps expected - he was still hot and heavy whenever the two of you got the chance, but he was taking his time with you. Teasing and learning. Nobody had ever treated you like this before, like you were something to be revered. Worshipped.

It was the same now, as he anchored himself with a hand on your back, pulling you further in, kissing you with genuine hunger.

“Roy? Can I come and get my stuff.”

Trent. It was always Trent. You liked the man so much, spent a lot of time with him, in fact, but if he interrupted you and Roy one more time, you had half a mind to hide his manuscript or something.

Roy did his special silent groan that he did whenever he couldn’t groan aloud, where he glared at the ceiling as he broke away from you and then clenched his fists in front of him. It was adorable, not that you would tell him that.

“All good,” you whisper, despite it definitely not being all good. It was entirely a joint decision not to tell the team about the two of you yet, but sometimes you wished you could announce it to the whole fucking world if it would get you some alone time.

You squeeze his hand and slip away to the adjoining door between his and Ted’s office. You hear Roy grunt for Ted to come in behind you, but you squeeze through into the other room before you hear any more of their inevitably one-sided conversation. Ted turns to you brightly as you enter.

“Decided you wanted to get personal sooner, Y/N?” he grins, and you can tell he isn’t really serious.

“Just forgot my keys,” you said sheepishly, retrieving them from the desk where you’d left them completely on purpose. It was always good to have a back-up plan and Roy wasn’t the only quick thinker between you, “See you tomorrow, Coach.”

“Can’t wait, coach!”

As you exit for real this time, glancing into Roy’s office as you pass, you take out your phone to shoot him a text. You’re saved under an unassuming name in his phone, so even if Trent sees it, he’ll be none the wiser.

We’re still on for tonight, right? The way I navigate a Big Tesco will blow your mind x

You press send with a smile to yourself, continuing on towards your office to pack up for the evening. Your phone buzzes before you even get there.

You blow my mind every fucking day. See you soon x

God, you could clutch your phone to your chest and squeal in the corridor, but instead, you speed up your walk to get home as quickly as possible. There was no harm in getting all dressed up to go to the supermarket when you were going with an insanely fit professional footballer, you reasoned.

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Big Tesco. The place dreams are made of, or at least it was when you were younger and felt like you could get lost in the aisles and never return. Nowadays, it was likely nostalgia that kept you coming back, but it still felt like your first Big Tesco trip with Roy was a pretty big deal.

Mainly you needed snacks for movie night, but Roy was happy to indulge you and drive twenty minutes away for this if that’s what you wanted.

“If we’re doing Julia Roberts, we have to do Pretty Woman, obviously.”

“And Erin fucking Brockovich,” Roy agreed, “But if we do Sandra Bullock, we get the modern day masterpiece that is Miss Congeniality.”

“Oh, I still need to see that one!”

Roy stops, Pringles tube hovering above the trolley. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time and he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Right, we’re doing Bullock then, if I have to fucking culture you as well as buy your snacks.”

“We’re splitting the snacks-”

“The fuck we are,” he cut in, already contradicting himself, “I was fucking joking, please can we not get into another snack debate. You bought them last time.”

“Fine. And I’m happy with Sandy, too, so you win twice, buddy,” you grin at him, not expecting him to grin back but ecstatic when he does. You have half a mind to press him up against the Doritos and finish what you’d started earlier, but you have plenty of time for that in appropriate places later.

You had all night, in fact, post-Sandra Bullock marathon. The thought brings a particular movie to mind.

“As long as we throw Two Weeks Notice in there too.”

“Hugh Grant? No.”

“Oh come on, he’s a national treasure,” you argue, sliding your arm through his as the two of you continue your journey through the aisles.

“He’s a fucking idiot, is what he is,” Roy bites back, as he picks up the chocolate he knows you love, “I’ll allow The Proposal.”

“You know what, that’s a better choice anyway. We have a deal if we can make a stop in the homeware section after this?” you say hopefully, excited when he sighs and nods. You kiss his shoulder as you continue walking, “We’re so fucking good at this compromising shit!”

You lean away from him enough to hold your hand up for a high five. He indulges you reluctantly with a light slap from his own.

“We are. It’s cause I’m so fucking nice.”

“To me,” you add, staring up at him as he slows the trolley to a stop beside the biscuits. He takes your face in his hands after a moment.

“To you, yeah,” he agrees, voice all soft like it had been earlier. You’re not going to kiss him senseless in a supermarket, the two of you had some shame and a lot of love for privacy, but it was nice to indulge in something like this, a sweet moment shared without fear of anyone seeing the two of you. You turn your head to kiss his palm, “You’ve sent me all fucking soft.”

“You love it.”

“Love you, more like,” he says, for the first fucking time, in a Big Tesco. You’d found out you were getting a party bus for your 10th birthday here too, so it was a location for big occasions. You kiss his palm; once, twice, three times.

“You have to say the I or it doesn’t mean anything,” you tease, but you’re beaming up at him as he strokes the skin underneath your eyes and you almost let them flutter shut.

“Who fucking told you that? Sounds like shit Jamie would say.”

“Jan Maas.”

“Fucking prick,” he says, then a moment later, “I love you, then, if you fucking insist.”

“I do insist,” you giggle, leaning forward until your face is in his chest so you can safely say: “I love you too.”

Its a little muffled, but thankfully he doesn’t ask you to repeat it again like you think he will. He just wraps his arms around your shoulders and keeps you close to him for a long while.

“Roy? Hey boyo!!”

You freeze in place, face still hidden. If anything, Roy’s arms tighten around you rather than letting go as he turns to see Colin waving at him, alongside Sam, Isaac, Jamie and the aforementioned Jan Maas. They all pile over towards him and you know its a matter of time before they realise its you. Jamie’s already bounding over as if he’s won the lottery.

“Roy’s got a girl! A real woman, like!” Jamie exclaims as he reaches them and you decide to get this over with sooner than later, lifting your head to stare at him wearily. He frowns, “Oh. Y/N, hiya.”

Of course he isn’t connecting any dots. He isn’t quite the connecting type, however much you love him to little pieces. Sam is staring at you a lot more knowingly, Isaac stuck with his mouth open. They’ve all caught on a little quicker than Jamie.

“The two of you together,” Jan muses, “I do not believe this is a pairing made to last.”

“Oi, Jan Maas,” Isaac pipes up, especially as Roy’s already stepped forward to threaten him, “Not cool.”

“I am just telling you the truth. You are both a little grumpy, you will not have the needed balance.”

“We’re balancing perfectly fucking well, thank you,” Roy says, and you can hear that he’s gritting his teeth, “As a team. Of coaches. Because that’s what we fucking are.”

Oh, he was going to play the ‘it wasn’t what it looked like’ card? You weren’t expecting it, but you’d happily back him up if he wanted you to.

“You are telling me that was a friend hug?” Sam asks, voice full of disbelief. You look up at Roy to see what he’ll say to that, but he’s already looking down at you with an untraceable look on his face. When he finally looks back at the boys, he takes your hand in his.

“No. It was a fucking boyfriend-girlfriend hug, alright? Any of you tell anyone before we do and I’ll feed you to a fucking monitor lizard.”

You’d watched a documentary about them last night that had likely led to that threat. Jamie’s snickering but tries to sober up when Roy immediately turns to him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry mate, I am, I’ve jus’ never heard a grown man say ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ before,” he says, back to giggling by the end of his sentence and Jan Maas is quick to dissolve into full blown laughter. You bring a hand up to your mouth to hide your own amusement, lest Roy feel betrayed by it.

“Right, fuck off and leave us alone then. We’re on a tight fucking movie night schedule and I won’t have you twats throwing us off.”

“Hey! That’s why we’re here! If we’re all doing movie night, why don’t you join us?” Sam asks, and you can see he’s teasing even if Roy can’t tell. Still, you take it as an opportunity to stake your claim as you wrap an arm around Roy’s bicep and cling to him.

“Look, you lot hog this man all day every day. I’m taking him home and we’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

It was very Roy of you, just with the addition of a wink at the end that told the boys you were half-joking. Jamie seemed almost impressed, while Sam was trying not to laugh at you. That man never took you seriously, and you loved it.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Isaac decided, dragging Jamie backwards a little by the collar when he opened his mouth to tease Roy one final time, “Enjoy your night, yeah? See you tomorrow.”

Roy grunted his goodbye, but you waved back at them when they waved, mostly at you. Jamie mouthed something at Roy but, luckily for you both, Roy couldn’t work it out.

“Pricks,” he mutters once they’re far away enough not to hear him and you let out a little snort.

“They were very nice about that, you know? I was expecting a lot worse,” you said, pleasantly surprised at the lack of proper teasing. You knew there was likely more to come once they’d had a while to process it, but still. There was a certain weight lifted knowing that someone had finally been told.

“Do people not say boyfriend-girlfriend anymore?” he asks abruptly, looking down at you from where you’re still clinging to him. You grin at up at him.

“We should bring it back. I love boyfriend-girlfriend. I think that’s how we should introduce ourselves to people from now on.”

He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm in your voice, but tugged you into a quick, public appropriate kiss nonetheless.

“Let’s get you some fucking hobnobs and then we can go and look at fancy glassware, yeah?,” he announces, shaking his head with such obvious fondness when you cheer and turn to the biscuits. He stays close, a hand hovering near your back, and you’re a little worried movie night might be forgotten when you get home given how handsy the two of you have been all day. You resume your shopping tucked into his side, and only bump into the boys twice more on your trip around the wonders of Big Tesco.

Later, when you’re eventually curled into Roy’s side during a movie night that started way later than intended, your phone buzzes a few too many times in a row to ignore. You glance at Roy quizzically as you grab it, seeing a bunch of texts coming in from Sam.

Couldn’t resist. Don’t let Roy hate me. I’ve deleted them on my phone now, so they’re just yours. Lunch tomorrow?

Roy grumbled a little beside you as he read over your shoulder, but really he should have gotten used to your occasional lunch plans with Sam by now, even if he liked having you all to himself for at least one hour during the day. You settle into him even more as you scroll through a bunch of photos Sam’s attached with wide eyes.

You staring up at Roy. Roy kissing you. The grins on both your faces when you part. Then one that has you reeling, where you’re facing the biscuits with your hands on your hips and Roy is looking at you. Enthralled. You’re not even fucking doing anything.

“That little shit,” Roy breathes, squeezing your thigh where his hand was already resting.

“I love them,” you say instead of responding, tilting your head back to look at Roy, “Our first proper photos together.”

“They look like a fucking pap took them,” he complains, but he's still studying them and you can tell he likes them really.

“Look how happy we look," you’re stuck on how he looks at you when you’re not even looking at him. When there’s nothing to be gained from it. You glance at the new vase sitting on your coffee table, with fresh flowers Roy had insisted on because 'if we're getting a fucking vase we have to fucking fill it'. Here he was, filling your life with so many little pieces of joy.

“Well we are fucking happy, aren’t we?”

There's a little bit of vulnerability in his question, like he needs confirmation. You lock your phone and toss it to the side, knowing you can reply to Sam in a bit. For now, you pause the movie and clamber to straddle Roy’s lap, seeing that look on his face again as he stares up at you. It only spurs you on.

“We’re very fucking happy, Roy.”

He grins, which is rare, but then he kisses you and that’s not rare at all.

(roy makes a mental note to thank sam for the pictures tomorrow, even if he tells him to do extra laps in the same sentence to maintain the balance)

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 31

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Eventually, his grandma convinced him that he did not have to send a horse head to Ichirou Moriyama with his regrets. “He said if you’re ever looking for work my little Rotisserie, it’s going to be okay.” She had promised.

FF chooses to believe his grandma.

He’s found a lot of his mental stability is built up on just believing what his grandma has told him to soothe him, it helps that she’s usually right.

He takes some deep breathes, shoves down his embarrassment that he was seconds away from crying in front of Andrew, Captain Neil, and Nicky if Nicky hadn’t dragged the other two out. He really needed to thank Nicky.

“I can finish eating the soup Grandma, it’s really good. What was Kevin trying to do to it?” He asks taking the container his grandma brought the soup in and remembering what Nicky had said as he had gotten Captain Neil and Andrew out of the room.

“That boy is very handsome, very smart, and somehow does not have a bit of common sense.” His Grandma says with a fond laugh, “He wanted to put protein powder into your soup to help you heal faster.” She says.

FF had seen Kevin put protein powder in weirder things. What would be so bad about that?

“It was Vanilla flavored Protein powder my little Chicken.” She says reading the question off of his face and in his silence.

“Chicken and waffles exists as a flavor combination” he says not seeing what would have been so bad about it.

“Sweetie, you can’t have anything other than clear liquids right now. The doctor said so.” She says with a sigh.

He nods, that makes sense.

His grandma sighs and looks upwards.

“We need to talk to the Doctors about when you can get out of here. I think being back in a hospital is too hard on you.” She reaches up and brushes back his hair thumb starting at his eyebrow and tracing back to his ear. FF knows it’s not very noticeable otherwise his step brothers would have used the scar to torment him like how they brought up his slightly chipped ear. Still, he keeps his bangs long just so he never has to see the scar in the mirror, knowing his eyes will always search it out.

“It’s hard to sleep when it’s quiet.” He admits.

“I know.” She says. “Are you okay for people to come back in? I’ll take Nicky to act as my translator to go speak with the hospital or I can go with that nice coach of yours since he already knows I speak English.” She offers.

“Can…can you take Coach Wymack?” He asks because he really feels like he needs Nicky if his Gran is going off.

“Of course my little Chicken.” She rises up, takes the empty soup container from his hands, and kisses his forehead before she smoothes his bangs back down. “If you want I can just have Nicky come in and the rest can stay out.” She offers.

“No, just…maybe ask Nicky to come in first?” FF asks, he doesn’t want to be rude. They’re here to see him, it was just a lot and he wants to thank Nicky for giving him the time he needed to calm back down.

“Of course, such a sweet young man. His fiancé is lucky!” She says with a smile.

“Erik is a very lucky guy.” FF agrees managing to return the smile his grandma offered him.

“Ok, I’ll send Nicky in and take your Coach to go see about getting you discharged.” She says leaving out the door.

“Thank you.” He says into the now empty room before leaning against the pillows of his bed and looking around his room again.

His eyes narrow on the flowers Nicky had brought.

Pink Tulips, Yellow Sunflowers all in a Blue vase.

One does not become maintain a close friendship with Nicky Hemmick without hearing extensively about how he feels about newly adopted Pride Flags.

“Why did Nicky get me Pan Pride colors?” He asks if only to fill the silence.

***

Nicky couldn’t help but pace a bit. Somehow waiting for FF to calm down enough that he could take visitors again was a lot worse than waiting for him to wake up from being stabbed. He shouldn’t have let Andrew or Neil start in on his friend, he knows the two of them are scared but Nicky is the only one who can actually understand how scared FF would be.

His sweet little Rotisserie Chicken (He’s claiming it as his own, he’s in love, Aras is a laugh riot) would absolutely be spiraling in anxiety. The others are talking amongst themselves but Nicky isn’t feeling particularly chatty at the moment.

There’s a sound and Nicky’s head snaps up to see Aras coming out of FF’s hospital room. Her face giving away some of her exhaustion but she brightens the moment she sees him. It’s a nice thing, having someone her age being so happy to see him. “He wants to see you. I want to speak with Coach Wymack so he can help me work on getting our Chicken discharged, can you translate for me?” She asks in Polish slowly for his benefit.

Nicky stops.

“He wants to see me?” He asks, “Just me?” He adds wanting to make sure he was understanding her.

She nods, “He will let the others in after, but right now? You’re the only friendly face he wants to see.” She says, “Who could blame him when it’s such a handsome one!”  She reaches up and pats his cheek affectionately.

Nicky can’t help the smile that fills his face.

He almost wants to turn around and be smug about it with everyone. The last two additions to their family were far closer with Andrew and Aaron, but FF was his.

A friend that would pick Nicky over his cousins.

“Of course, I’ll help you talk to Wymack.” He says and offers his elbow to Aras who laughs and calls him a gentleman as the two of them walk over to where the rest of the Monsters and Wymack were waiting.

“Is Smiths ready for company again?” Aaron asks rising to his feet.

“He only wants to see me right now.” Okay yes, Nicky is going to gloat a little. He feels pretty good when both Neil and Andrew’s faces tighten just a smidge. “Coach, Aras wants you to come with her to see about getting Smithy discharged?” He says before a thought occurs to him, “Wait, won’t I need to be there to explain it to Aras?” He asks with a frown.

Wymack coughs.

“We’ll be fine. I’ll get the information and you or Smith can explain it to Aras afterwards if need be.” Wymack waves away Nicky’s concern. “Go sit with the kid.” Wymack says.

Nicky looks at Aras, “Will you be okay without me to translate?” He says not wanting to make the decision without her.

“We’ll make do.” She promises with a smile, “Look after our little Rotisserie Chicken, will you?” She asks.

Nicky nods before looking to Wymack, “At least offer the lady your elbow Wymack! You’re escorting a LADY!” He exclaims and Wymack rolls his eyes but tellingly does offer his elbow for Aras to take.

“A gentleman coach!” Aras laughs.

“I’ll go with them, I want to hear what might need to be done for Smiths.” Kevin says rising up from the plastic chair he’d been sat in. “Aaron do you want to come too?” He asks.

“I think I’ve suffered enough today.” Aaron says and Nicky wonders what the car ride over was like for his cousin to sound that tired.

Kevin tilts his head obviously not understanding what Aaron was talking about but before Aaron could open his mouth and turn it into an argument Nicky intervened, “Kevin, be a gentleman and offer Aras your elbow.” Nicky insists.

Kevin spluttered his cheeks going a little red.

“Coach already is escorting her!” He squawks.

“Do you think one man is enough for a woman of Aras’ caliber?” He asks seriously.

Kevin looks embarrassed but, sure enough, offers his elbow to Aras as well.

She takes it, “Two handsome gentlemen. What a treat. Now this one just needs to keep his mouth closed and he’d be perfect.” She looks up at Kevin with a smile.

Kevin, as he has since Aras arrived, just smiles back at Aras’ warm tone looking very much like a pleased golden retriever.

Nicky turns to head towards the door, “He doesn’t want to see us?” Neil asks and Nicky stops.

Neil looks uncomfortable and Andrew has the line on his forehead that he’s experiencing an emotion he isn’t comfortable with.

Nicky is a man with grace.

“I think he might just want to make sure this isn’t going to be Interrogation 2: Electric Boogaloo. I’ll promise that NO ONE,” he points a finger at each of the younger men, “is going to do that. Right?” He asks.

Aaron nods, Andrew gives off an aura of agreeing, and Neil opens his mouth, “We won’t.” He promises.

Nicky nods, “I’ll come get you guys in just a bit.” He says and heads for FF’s room.

Nicky finds FF sat up in his bed with tear marks under his eyes and feels his heart twist at the sight.

FF looks at him with a baffled look on his face, “You think I’m Pan?” He asks.

Nicky can’t help his laugh.

“I gotta cover my bases!” He says and fully steps into the room.

“I don’t even know if I like anyone like that!” He squawks, a flush rising to his cheeks and this is why Nicky has to control his laughter whenever someone says that FF seems like a chill guy.

“That’s why I was covering ALL of them!” Nicky teases unable to stop the laughter that bubbles up from his voice as he takes a seat next to his friend, “You feeling better? That must have been scary with Ichirou.” He says gently.

FF looks at Nicky, “It was.” He says, “I just…I hope I didn’t upset him in any way and make things hard for Captain Neil.” He looks at Nicky who is already shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about that. He seemed,” Nicky thinks back to Ichirou’s expression as he called FF ‘bright’, “pleased. Did he say anything to you about like a deal with Neil?” He asks.

“Not really, I just…he offered a reward and I told him to give it to Captain Neil. I can’t imagine how he was handling those kind of men being after him. I thought he deserved it more than I do.” FF says expression worried, “You really think it’s okay not to worry?” He asks.

Nicky could just eat him up.

He knows FF’s family aside from his grandma is a complete write off, maybe Erik and him could discuss adoption.

FF’s his anyways.

“Yeah, you did great Smithy. Don’t you worry about a thing other than what Kevin might be trying to sneak into your food.” He pats FF’s cheek.

“Yeah, it’s too early for protein powder is what Gran said.” FF nods as if it being too early in his recovery for the vanilla protein powder in his chicken broth was the singular issue.

Nicky decides to not pursue that further, if for nothing other than his own sanity.

“The others won’t bother you about Ichirou anymore or if they do I’ll stop them. Can they come back in?” Nicky asks.

FF doesn’t hesitate before he nods, “Yeah, sorry I just…thank you for having them step out. It would have been embarrassing for them to see me cry like I did.” He says.

Nicky looks at the obvious signs that FF had cried but doesn’t offer to clean them off fully. He thinks that the sight of it will stop any further inclination to interrogate.

“Of course Smithy. If they start overwhelming you again I’ll kick them right back out.” He promises and he means it, Andrew could threaten and scowl all he wants.

FF is Nicky’s friend and Nicky is going to do right by him.

***

Nicky goes and gets Andrew, Aaron, and Captain Neil from where they were waiting.

“Where’s Kevin?” FF asks looking at the three shorter men.

“He went off with coach and your grandma. He wants to know about your recovery and probably irritate them into releasing you if only so they can get rid of him.” Aaron answers taking a seat next to Nicky. “How was the soup?” He asks.

“It was good, I was pretty hungry.” FF smiles at Aaron. They hadn’t had much conversation and in all honesty FF didn’t really know what their relationship was, if they were friends or just acquaintances but he wanted to believe it said something in favor of them being friends that Aaron was here at all visiting him.

“That’s good.” Aaron offers him a smile that looks weird on a face that is identical to Andrew’s in so many ways even if there are just tiny differences.

He chats with Nicky and Aaron about inane things. Aaron tells him about Kevin’s multiple clashes with the nutritionist, Nicky talks about how Aras baked the pie with the ingredients he’d gotten, and Captain Neil and Andrew remain silent in the chairs they had sat down in. Maybe they don’t want to talk to him other than getting information that Nicky has deemed ‘off the table’. Captain Neil keeps looking at his face, opening his mouth, and then shutting it.

Maybe they just don’t want to be friends anymore after he blew it with talking to Ichirou.

FF comforts himself that at least Nicky is his friend, Aaron seems to be friendly enough with him, Kevin cares enough about him as a player to want to find out about his recovery and that could be counted as a friend. He has a vague sense that he also made a friend along the way to the hospital but that might have just been the blood loss and shock.

Maybe the EMT was just being nice.

His Gran comes back with Coach Wymack and Kevin both of them bringing her in on their elbows for some reason. Kevin looks a little irritated but he smiles at Gran before she takes the seat left open for her at Nicky’s side. Coach Wymack lets him know that after a final check from the doctor he’ll be free to leave.

“Are…are you going back to Palmetto?” Captain Neil asks him as Coach Wymack and Kevin were taking their seats.

FF blinks.

“Yeah, why? Am I off the team?” He asks and is quite proud that his voice doesn’t shake when he asks. This will keep him from playing for the rest of the semester. It might be better for them to-

Captain Neil smiles and he sees Andrew’s shoulders loosen. “Of course you’re still on the team Smith. We’re keeping you.” He says reaching over and squeezing FF’s shoulder once before moving and sitting back and sharing a relieved look with Andrew who merely rolls his eyes.

“I told you he wasn’t going to go back home.” Andrew says in Russian.

“We made him cry.” Captain Neil says in the same language and it takes everything in FF to not go red in mortification. Oh god he thought he had escaped anyone realizing that he had sobbed like a baby to his Gran.

The mortification passes quickly when he realizes why Andrew and Captain Neil had been quiet. They had been worried he’d leave and maybe a part of that was that they’d be losing two players but…

He looks at Andrew’s relaxed body language now and knows that Andrew wouldn’t care about losing a member of the team the way Captain Neil might.

…but maybe it’s that they wanted him to stay.

The thought leaves him feeling the best he has in months.

***

Signing out of the hospital takes a lot of paperwork. There are plans being faxed over to Abby. There are follow-ups being scheduled at the hospital down in Palmetto. There are discussions about who will go get FF’s stuff from his dorm so that his stay at Abby’s can be more comfortable. There is also the fact that his Grandma has asked if she can take up the other guest room to help with his recovery.

It makes him happy and guilty all at the same time.

Eventually he’s in a wheelchair being pushed out by Nicky and loaded into the Maserati with Nicky, his Gran, Neil, and with Andrew at the wheel. He notices how Andrew’s hands are solidly on 10 and 2 and feels better even if he wishes he had asked for that medical coma.

It’s a quick trip to the cousin’s house to grab their stuff and load it into both Wymack and Andrew’s cars and then they’re on their way back to Palmetto.

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Summer Love

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: Aemond is betrothed to you, you didn't want to marry but Aemond targaryen changed your heart making you fall for the prince instead.

Words: 1,671

Warnings: fluff, Aegon being werid asf

You were going to get married in a two week of time, you only found out about it last night. You tired to deny the offer but your father of course agreed to it since it was the Targaryens.

You tired it not let it ruin your mood, sitting outside in the grass as you made a flower crown. Everyone started to pack their things or yours as well, since it was day of departure.

"Lady Y/n, it's time to go" you didn't like to hear those words, but you had no choice to listen or your father would drag you there himself.

You made your way to the carriage, getting inside with your flower crown still in your hands undone. You pick a few sunflowers out the grass before leaving, then you started to finish it.

You father came in sitting infront of you "I'm glad your here, I wouldn't like dragging you there" he laughed, trying to make a joke out of it which didn't work on you.

Of course you were upset since you heard Kingslanding is like pigs dirts there no grass, the weather there is horrible, is all your got your information from the maids in your castle.

You didn't responded to your father which he took the hint and left to ride the horse. It's not that you had anything against the Targaryens, you just wish you got married somewhere better then a heat rage of a place.

But you had to place to complain since they were the rulers of the seven kingdoms. And your house is what caught their eye, not the Lannisters, Starks, Tully, or other houses. Just the L/ns house caught their eye great.

Luckily it only took two days of riding to get to Kingslanding without stop, so you wouldn't be here bored of your mind.

After those two days had pass, mid day you had entered Kingslanding. Alongside with your father who rode the horse outside the carriage.

You sigh, seeing all the people from there, they either dress up nice or poorly. You saw literal shit on the ground "ew" you shook your head closing the blinds until you got there.

The doors open, revealing the dirt floor. You got out looking around the area, it looked sad. Sighing as your father made his way by your side, you had your sunflower crown on your head.

"Take that dirt off you" your father grumbled, taking off the flower crown himself and dropping it on the floor. "You are a lady, not a wild woman" deep down your father wanted best for you, you didn't see it only a old grumpy man trying to suck on the Targaryens asses.

You stayed silent, as you both walk into the castle into the throne room where you shall meet your future husband.

The big doors opened soon your name was heard "The House L/n have arrived along side Leo L/ns and his daughter Y/n L/n" you continued to follow your father. You glance around seeing two boys and a girl along side their mother, and their father at the throne.

"King Viserys, it's an honor" your father bowed, you followed behind. You didn't make eye contact with no one in the room, since they felt intimidating to you.

"I see, your daughter is lovely for my son Aemond" the king said, your father brought you infront of him. So they can see a clear view of you. Two fingers brought your head up, looking up at the queen Alicent, She scan your face looking up and down. She seem pleased "you are truly beautiful" she said a plaster smile form on her face.

You nodding giving her a small smile "thank you my queen" only where she could hear.

"We shall held a dinner, you both must be tired" Viserys said, trying to stand up but couldn't. You almost felt bad for the king but his time was soon to be over. Alicent showed you to your chamber where you would be staying until you're wedd.

"You would be perfect for my son, I just know it" she mumble to you, Alicent had been close to you ever since you arrived to Kingslanding.

She did your hair, dressed you up in the colour green. Your hair is up, close to hers up half of the hair is down. "You look beautiful" she smiled at you, you looked different from yourself she was making you fit in too quickly. She told you about her son Aemond different from what you heard from the maids.

"Y/n...are you maiden" she whispered only for the both of you to hear. You were surprised is she tried to tell you something? You only shook your head 'no' from her answer.

She smiled once more before patting your shoulders "I'm glad" you would've felt judge if you told her you weren't? You were supposed to be a lady, not a whore.

Following queen Alicent to the dining room, "you would love my son, he's a gentleman trust me" she spoke of Aemond as if he was quiet and gentle.

"You would sit next to him, understand?" She looked at you. You gave her a nod understanding her words "you don't speak much do you?" She mumble holding your hand close to hers.

"Sorry...I'm not use to this new step in life" you said lowly not trying to raise your voice, she looked at you closely until she nodded.

You sat next to Aemond, who looked at you non-stop there were times where he'll look away when you caught his eyes on you. During dinner you gotten close with Helaena, you two seem to taken an interest in insects or nature as such. "Have you seen a dragon fly?" She looked at you confused, she glance at Aemond who was also confused in hearing the conversation.

"What's that?" That's when you got embarrassed, she didn't know a dragonfly? Right they live in a desert. You chuckle taking a sip of your wine before explaining to her what the insects was.

"It's a insect that has wings but very big eyes" you passed her a small smile.

"Do they come in different colours?" She asked, you nodded. That where she started to ask you more about them. Alicent notice how her daughter become more comfortable around you, she was pleased with it.

"So, how do you think she'll be in bed?" Aegon asked his younger brother, Aemond didn't pay no attention to his idiot brother.

"Come on, she going to be your to be wife soon" he mumble, drinking his wine. Aemond looked to his side, seeing you smiling and joking around with Helaena, he did not understand the jokes you told but Helaena did somehow.

"She seems odd" he mumble to his older brother, Aegon looked at her then at his brother.

"I would think she beautiful having my children tonight" Aemond glared at his brother shaking his head.

"You will do no such thing" he seer lowly making sure no one heard their conversation.

Aegon just smirked to his brother, "Y/n, I see that you took a liking to my daughter Helaena" Alicent said, getting everyone attention to you. You didn't needed the attention on you but you could tell by the way she looked at you she ment no harm.

"Yes, my queen...she and I have many common things" you said a bit louder then usual since she was across the table from you.

You started to close your hands together tightly, looking down. You could feel your father eyes burning into your skull.

"Thank you for having me" you have a smile to her, she return one as well. You felt cold hand on yours, looking down seeing it was your soon to be husband hand on yours.

You looking up at him, he looked serious wasn't paying no attention to you as he ate his meal. You felt a great comfort in his touch, you wanted to warm his hand so you close yours in between his hand giving them the warmth they deserve.

You grew close to Aemond during the passing days close to your wedding.

Today he didn't have anything to do and decided to find you near the Weirwood tree, where you read your book on learning High valyrian since Aemond said it would be a great way to communicate to each other.

He found you and sat close to you, "Hello lady Y/n" his voice was quiet not trying to scare you but it failed, you stiff and turn to him.

The stiffness left once you realize it was him, "My prince" you bow your head lightly.

"Hows the self teaching going" he asked, both your knees touched, your shoulder touched each other.

"It's okay, I'm still figuring out a couple more" you mumble, the shyness never once left. Of course you and Aemond gotten close but you realize how much his mother was right about him being sweet and caring.

"Interesting, say a couple words for me" he said, waiting for you to say some high valyrian words.

"Um...okay, ābrar¹" you said looking at the prince if you said the word right, in which you did.

"Not bad for a beginner, what else?" He wanted more, to hear your voice. It was music to his ears making you want to speak his language.

You thought of something to say before you said anything "Se ri...riñnykeā ropatas²" you struggle a bit but ended getting the hang of it.

Aemond gave you a around of applause for how much you gone this far learning his birth language.

"Wonderful, my dear wife" he mumble, looking at you with the most kindest smile you seen before. It took you by surprise that he called you his wife, already.

It made you smile, you thank him as the both of you took a walk around the castle with his arm warped around yours.

Maybe marry a Targaryen isn't as had as you thought.

(Translation: women¹ the boy fell²)

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TCM Ship Week @maskemasker

Day 4 Prompt: Anniversary

Ship: Franklin Hardesty and Nubbins Sawyerc

"You boys better be back soon!"

"Okay!"

Franklin chuckled to himself. The old man was always mad at something, but that just made it even funnier.

Nubbins giggled loudly as he closed the front door behind them, walking roughy to the stairs before stopping to gently lift Franklin's wheelchair down the steps. Immediately after he got Franklin down, he turned back to running roughly, his wheelchair rolling sorta violently. But Franklin didn't mind. He always hated when people pushed him roughly, but not Nubbins.

They walked deep into the field, the smell of plants and wet, night air invading Franklin's nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled it, it smelled like home.

He felt Nubbins giggling in his ear as they walked farther into the field, the wheels hitting hard on the rocks underneath them, and digging into Nubbins' shoes. But he didn't mind. Nothing really bothered him when he was with Franklin.

Nubbins stopped on a small, bare piece of land. The tall sunflowers forming a circle around them. Nubbins stopped the wheelchair and sat on the floor next to it, leaning his head on Franklin's arm.

"So...why are you bringing me here?" He asked in a joking manner.

Nubbins' smile widened, reaching his hand over and intertwining their fingers together. He looked down at the much cleaner nails of his boyfriend.

God...boyfriend. Nubbins' cheeks flushed at that word. It sounded so serious, so adult. Which made him chuckle because technically, they were adults.

"This is my secret place." Nubbins whispered, trying to suppress giggles so hide how nervous he was. "Not even Bubba knows about it. Or you."

"Hehe...kinda mean to hide things from me, Nubs. Don't ya' think?"

Nubbins couldn't help it, and began to chuckle a little. "W-W-When I'm mad...or sad...I-I come here to be a-alone."

He began to speak softly, sighting as Franklin rested his fingers into his. "Only you and me know now."

Franklin looked on into the tall sunflowers that's surrounded them. The crickets chirped their usual song. He thought about how sweet that was as he turned back down to look at him.

"You're too sweet." He chuckled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's calm out here. But why now, Nubbins?"

"Well." He rubbed his neck nervously. "Y-Y'know why!"

"No, I don't." He joked.

"Anniversary."

He began to laugh when Nubbins finally said it, enjoying the way his face turned even redder. Nubbins said it through his teeth, but he couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when he thought of it. Anniversary. He never thought somebody like him would be able to celebrate something like that. Especially with somebody like Franklin. Silly, cute, whiny Franklin. But he liked his whiny boyfriend just the way he was. And he wanted to prove that to him, by showing him his intimate spot.

Franklin's laughter died down as his hand began to sweat from Nubbins' tight hold.

"I like you." He whispered.

"I like you tons too."

Nubbins did that thing when he got excited once Franklin reassured their affection for each other. He started breathing heavily, all of his teeth showing with a wide grin as he looked on at the thing that was making him so happy. Precious Franklin.

Franklin thought that was adorable. He loved seeing him happy, which was good because Nubbins never took off his dopey grin.

Before Franklin could call him one of his many pet names, Nubs wrapped his arms around his waist and picked him off the wheelchair, still sitting on the grass.

"Hey!"

Nubbins giggled and gently dropped his body on the grass so they're eye to eye.

"There!" He chuckled, pushing the wheelchair farther away. "N-No I can l-l-look at you however much I want!"

Franklin snorted before throwing his head back and laughing, his face becoming red from it and from the mere shyness of being adorned with affection. Nubbins always liked when he did that. Liked seeing his dimples and how his curly hair framed his happy face.

"What's so funny!"

"Oh nothing." He said. "I just really like ya'."

Nubbins stopped for a moment, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He's good at acting romantic, except when Franklin starts first. Then he gets nervous, his face gets hot and his heart is coming out of his throat. He became even more red once he acknowledged it. However, Franklin never seemed to mind in their one year together, actually he liked it. That's why he did it so often.

"M-Me too." Nubbins whispered. "This has been the best year of my life!"

Franklin nodded quickly. "Much better then any other damn year."

He inched his body closer to Nubs, pushing his chest and his nose closer to him. He giggled as their faces touched, reaching his hands over and holding his Nubs' thinner face.

"You t-teasing me!" Nubbins cried out. He sounded like he was complaining, but they both knew that was nowhere near the truth.

He traced the tip of his nose across his birthmark, keeping his hands locked on his face so he couldn't move away, no matter how shy he got.

"Y'know. When I first met ya', I thought that birthmark was a blood stain, o-or a bad case of sunburn."

Both of their hearts fluttered at the mention of their first encounter. Nubbins stoped moving entirely, just keep staring right at him. His body so engraved by how close Franklin was to him. Nubbins humored it in his head, Franklin has been this close to him before. And it felt the same way each time.

But it seemed like the mention of their first meeting gave it a new light.

"S-S-Someone once said ma' birthmark was t-the d-d-devil's mark. To me and ma' twin."

"Oh don't you listen to them."  He pressed a small peck on the mark. "I like you just fine. No devil to me you ain't."

"Hehe...hehehe."

"What you laughin' at?"

"T-That somebody l-l-like you has liked me for over a y-year! A-And likes ma' m-mark!"

"Aww...what's so special about me?!" Franklin exclaimed. But he was genuinely curious. "I want to know how you felt about me in all these days."

"Hehe...why?"

"Because I never thought somebody will want to spend a full year with me."

"B-But I never thought that either! Even Drayton don't like me much."

"But I certainly do. And I can tell you one thing, that every day I've spend with you is like a flower blooming in spring."

Nubbins thought about how pretty that sounded.

"W-What does that mean?"

"Means I'm happy and feel free with you, like a flower after it blooms in spring. Every day is like spring when I'm with you."

"Really hot? Like in spring?"

"Warm even in the coldest days."

"It's never cold here!"

"Well, fresh with the flowers blooming. It's beautiful in spring. Like you."

He chuckled nervously at the subtle compliment. Beautiful.

"You've never called me beautiful before." He whispered.

"I-I've always been a bit too shy to." He admitted. "Can I?"

"Yeah. Yeah!" Nubbins squealed happily. "I-I'm beautiful alright! I-I like that word! I like you!"

He began excitedly gripping his shoulders, bunching his shirt in his fists. His body shook with excitement once he saw how Franklin was holding him down by his face and inching his lips even closer.

Franklin gently pressed his lips to Nubbins, the hands still on his face softening once Nubbins' body calmed down to enjoy the kiss. He let Nubbins take the lead.

He closed his eyes tightly and gave him a deep, not so neat kiss. He felt Franklin chuckle on him, but he could feel his fingers stroking his cheeks. His nervousness was clear, but he liked that.

He took his lips away and looked into his eyes, trying to see his reaction.

"A whole year with me and still nervous to kiss?"

He lowered his head, bitting his lip and looking up at Franklin. "I want you to like me. To l-like my kisses!"

"I love you either way. You and your kisses."

Nubbins stopped moving. He always did when he slipped the word love in. Nubbins never did, mostly because that word was so uncommon in his everyday life that is made him nervous. "Like" is the only word he can use to describe his feelings for Franklin without getting his stomach warm and his heart beating dangerously quickly.

"Y-You love me?"

"Yeah...I do. I-I wouldn't have spend so long kissing and holding you if I didn't." He chuckled nervously, his heart beating really hard as well.

Nubbins began chuckling, getting louder the more his heart beat. He looked down at his lap and trailed his hands down Franklin's shoulder.

"What about you?"

"Umm..." he bit his lip, the idea excited him. "Y-Yeah! I love you too! Y-Y-Your mine!"

Franklin laughed at the last sentence, and kissed him once again. Nubbins tried being serious and kissing him back, but he couldn't help himself. He stopped and tried to turn his head away and laugh. But Franklin kept his tough grip on his cheeks, making sure his happy face wasn't ever away from his view.

"You're too cute." Franklin said, pressing gentle kisses on his birthmark. "No ones more lucky then me to have you."

"Shut up." He murmured. "I-I-I could stay out here for hooooooours with you."

"You can spend another year with me if you want."

Nubbins didn't even need to think about it. The idea made him so happy, happier then a flower in spring.

"I want to spend more! W-With you! Together! S-Stay with me."

Franklin wrapped his shaking arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"I'll stay. Even if you decide you don't want me around I'll stay put right here!"

Nubbins giggled as his chest hair tickled his chest. And how warm he was between his body. He went down and gripped at his belly.

"I-I love that 'bout you Frankie!" He yelled out, squirming in his arms. He seemed to enjoy that new word in his vocabulary. "Y-You so stubborn!"

He smiled shyly. "Ma' parents always said that 'bout me. But I like it better when you say it, Nubbins.”

Nubs wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed his face even closer, just starting at his eyes. Their noses pushed against each other.

"I love it better when you say anything."

Franklin took note of his new word. He placed his hands back on his cheeks to force his face to stay put.

"You...y'know what made me like ya' so much? When I first met ya'?"

"W-What?"

"Your eyes."

"Hehe...hehehe."

Nubbins remembered romantic poetry about the poet loving their lover's eyes. He played those many old words in his head, and thought about saying them all to Franklin. But he knew for a fact he'll just keep giggling in nervousness. A whole year with him and never seemed to be able to calm those butterflies in his stomach.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"R-Remember when you a-asked what I felt 'bout you e-e-every day I was with y-you?"

"Yeah, I do. Do you have an answer?"

"Y-Yeah. W-When...I...I started liking you, i-it was b-because you w-were so nice to me! Y-You let me talk about the s-slaughterhouse, a-and I always l-liked yer' face!"

"My...my face?" He took a hand to his cheek and touched his features slightly. He never really thought of himself as attractive, but Nubbins did. Nubbins thought so when he first met him.

"Y-Yeah! And when I told ya I liked ya, o-one year ago t-today, I-I-I decided I loved ya'! M-More then I thought I did. B-B-Because I like being with you! E-E-E-Everyday I just k-kept on l-liking ya'!"

Franklin couldn't help himself. He gently guided Nubbins forward and began kissing him once again. Managing to whisper "I love you's" in between them. Nubbins' cheeks got super red again. He felt the warmth in his face and his shoulder, where Franklin was gripping.

He pulled away abruptly to look at Franklin's face, one again breathing heavily and exposing all his sharp teeth.

"Nubs, I think I love ya' too much."

"J-Just keep kissin' me!"

So they did. Kept on kissing and giggling till they couldn't hold their breath anymore. At the end of it, when their hands ached from how hard they were holding each other, Nubbins held his head back and kept on looking at his prize.

"D-Do...do ya' want to sleep in ma' b-bed tonight?"

"Nubs, I always sleep in your bed."

"Oh...can I spoon ya' then?"

"You always spoon me."

"T-T-Then what c-can I do that's s-special t-tonight?"

"You're special."

"Okay!"

[queerxreader]

Howdy!! I was wondering if you could do a Logan x m!reader who has a harpy mutation and it’s a wing care thing, I think it could be interesting because caring for a birds wings is a very intimate thing. And or a spideypool + m!reader cuddling fluffy piece?

- 🎭

Logan/Wolverine x M!Reader with Harpy Mutation/Wings.

Bird, Bath, and Intimacy.

Featured/Warnings: Vague angst and Nudity. Baths. Comfort and Care. Fluff piece. Flirting.

Writer’s Note: I Really adore the idea of Logan this big tough guy being so gentle and caring towards his winged boyfriend. Also I’m still planning on writing a Spideypool cuddle fic but it’ll be separate from this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And apologies for how long it took to push this out.

“Stay still. Quit your flapping.” Logan’s gruff voice barked at you.

Your feathery appendages had a mind of their own, and when it came to Logan’s touch your soft wings fluttered for the callous man.

“I’m trying, I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my wings”

“Someone has to.”

Though he sounded aggravated to be helping you, you could sense his calmness. You knew deep down he cared for you, otherwise he wouldn’t have even offered.

You were sitting on your legs in the tub, the lukewarm water felt relaxing on your skin. Logan sat on the inner edge of the tub, his feet soaking in the water with his jeans cuffed up as high as he could manage on his toned calves. He was softly kneading his fingers into your feathers. His hands were coated in a special soap that was advertised to be strong enough to get oil out of ducks. He assumed this would be the best alternative compared to the shoddy attempts at cleaning yourself were.

He noticed your difficulty cleaning your wings when he saw you one early spring morning. He couldn’t sleep again so he was just having a beer as a breakfast appetizer. He looked out the kitchen window to enjoy the beginning of the sunrise. There you were, out there waiting on the edge of the fence, he pondered what you were doing, but instead of going outside to ask he just enjoyed this new view that seemed to outshine the sun rising.

Abruptly the sprinklers chittered on, Logan knew they were scheduled to do this, but it always raised the hairs on his arms. The sprinklers were always really tall in the mornings due to the expectation that everyone would be asleep this early in the day.

You promptly thrashed your wings to glide down

through the high force water oscillating into the air. All Logan saw between your swift flailing of wings and every few moments he’d see your mostly nude masculine frame covered by a pair of tight swim shorts. He admired the way your wet body glistened in the pale morning light, it was times like this he swore you were an angel rather than a harpy-adjacent mutant humanoid. He still loved you as the latter reality, however.

He saw you land atop one of the garden statues, you perched there for a second before shaking and writhing your feathers and hair dry. He always thought you were kidding when you said you bathed exactly like a bird. While he did think it was cute watching you do your avian drying dance, he wondered if you did this year around. Wouldn’t you get sick doing this during the winter or fall, only so much of your genetics include this mutant bird dna, what about the human parts?

As you got to a decent stage where you could just air dry the rest of your body, you hovered over the patio to retrieve your robe and enter the mansion.

You only got so far into the door of the kitchen before a gravelly voice teased you.

“Did'ja have a nice bird bath?”

You nodded while sitting down at the kitchen table, “I did actually, I’m fixing to have some breakfast.”

“I think we have some sunflower seeds in the pantry for you to peck on.”

“Ha. Ha. Really funny, wolf boy.”

“You were serious about those bird baths. I thought you just took regular baths like the rest of us.”

“Newsflash, blades-for-joints, do I look like the rest of ‘us’?”

“Hey now, I was just saying I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“Well you caught me, now what.”

“I don’t think a rinse is good enough to get you clean. Those feathers are complex.”

“Yeah, so are a bird’s.”

“But you’re not all bird.. you have a human immune system and taking baths like that—

“Aw Logan, you’re worried about me getting sick? Don’t worry I never get sick.”

Almost like you had jinxed yourself, you sneezed instantaneously.

He smirked, pleased with being right, however there was a tiny glint of concern in his eye. A literal blink and you miss it type of glint. You’re glad you didn’t miss it though.

“See.”

“Whatever. It’s just ‘cause it’s cold in here.”

The memory fades as Logan turns the shower hose on you, the warm water juxtaposing the now cooler water you sat in. You shivered and then eased into the soothing feeling of water flowing between your wings in places you could never reach on your own. Logan rubbed his rough hands between your shoulder blades massaging the sensitive spot. You keened into his touch as he kneaded the tender spot that connected your wings to your spine.

“I know this spot takes a lot of weight, it must hurt to keep these things steady all the time”

“You have no idea,”

“Believe me I do— these claws are a bitch when I unsheath them.”

“It hurts everytime.” It was a question but you phrased it as a statement since you already suspected the answer. Your wings often hurt when you first spread them out after a day of binding them away into your clothes to simply function amongst the quote-on-quote normal humans. But you couldn’t imagine the pain of having blades push out between your knuckles, it obviously was only a torture he could endure.

The healing factor was what made it somewhat bearable you assumed, but you wondered where all that physical trauma went when it went away. It’s possible that that pain replaced itself into mental and emotional stress, causing this man’s emotional state to be so toughened and built up high.

Though he hated sharing about himself, it often just flew out in conversation casually whenever he spoke to you. He felt he could truly put his guard down and trust you, and clearly you felt the same. The more he spoke the more you realized his concern wasn’t just that of a teammate or a close friend, he genuinely feared losing you. He’s mentioned losing many people he’s loved before, and sometimes he’s not taken the time to focus on the little things. It’s then you understand what this means to him, you allowing him to take care of you, this was for both of you. It would take a lot for him to admit that, he swore this was only for your own good. He’d chalk it up to you being careless and reckless, though he knows if he didn’t heal as quickly you’d be tending to his wounds like a mother hen every single mission.

As he opened up to you, growing distracted, you felt him knead into the width of your back a little rougher with his hand, right into a tender spot. Your wings thrashed upon the sensation, splashing water all outside the tub and all over the damp man. He practically growled at the sudden jostling of feathers, dropping the sprayer. The water spewed all over both of you. Logan’s jeans were already wet despite cuffing them at the ankles, but now they were practically a darker color from the wetness. His white shirt was now drenched completely too, you looked up at him laughing at him.

“That was on you. You know it’s sensitive there.”

Logan huffed a sigh, “I know,” he discarded his shirt, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it clinging to his skin.

“Let’s try this again, just relax, okay?”

“It would be a lot easier if I could just lay back into this tub but I can’t.”

Logan adjusted the setting on the sprayer and continued aiming the warm water into the middle of your back. You sighed calmly. He softly spoke to you as he rubbed circles into your back instead of kneading, “better?”

“Much, much better,”

“I’m sorry the massage didn’t work,”

“It’s okay, you know how my wings are under your touch,”

He let out a low chuckle, smiling at you as he continued to rinse and softly rub your feathers clean.

You soothed one of your hands to hold his. You pecked a small kiss onto his hand. “We might have to do a massage another time, without water.”

Logan let out a small laugh through his nose, “I guess so, just let me know when.”

It was silent for a moment as he finished rinsing you. Finally when he was done, he assisted you in standing up, he placed a warm towel on your head and shook it to dry and fluff up your hair. When he took the towel away he saw your eyes looking at him adoringly.

“What’s that goofy look for birdbrain?”

“Thank you,”

“S’no big deal.”

“No,” you leaned closer to him, your bare wet legs pressing against his damp and taught jeans. You made sure your eyes had locked while you took both of your hands into his. You pecked a kiss onto his cheek ever so chaste. “Thank you, Logan.”

His face felt warm, he blinked in awe. You had been together for a while now and yet you still flustered him. As he turned around to return the gesture you were already headed out the room. Your wings shook erratically for a split second to rid the remaining water. Logan caught most of the extra splashing against his already dripping clothes, he didn’t mind it. He was just glad to be able to take care of you.

Even after looking at the flooded floor, he still had a grin on his face as he heard you leave.

“See ya later, feathers.”

[delicategardenervoid]

Hold Me Tight

chapter 2

Emily couldn’t stop smiling. 

They’d just debuted, they’d just triple power bombed (Seth’s chosen name) Ryback through a table. And now they were sitting in a car, driving down the highway in silence as they all tried to take in what had just happened. 

Seth was driving, content with his heavy metal music playing soft in the background, Roman was asleep in the front seat, and Emily was sitting in the back smiling widely as she watched every gas station and convenience store lights blur by as they passed. 

“You’re smiling a lot.” Dean said, sitting next to her in the back seat. 

Emily nodded, not even denying, still smiling as much as she could. “I’m happy.” 

“I’m glad you don’t think we’re weirdos or assholes.” Dean said, turning to look out the window. 

Emily shrugged, turning to look out her own window. “Jury’s still out.” 

She heard Dean huff out his nose, as he placed his headphones in his ears, turning the music on his phone and popping some sunflower seeds in his mouth. 

Emily felt her eyelids get heavy as the whooshing sound of other cars in the rain started to pull her to sleep, the sound of the music playing softly in her mind as she drifted into darkness. 

“You’re not that good.” 

Emily grunted as she landed on the mat. 

“You’re too big, you’re too out of shape.” 

She growled as she ran the ropes, sweat starting to form on her forehead. 

“You should just quit.” 

“Not good enough.” 

“Fat.” 

“Pig.”

“Ugly.”

“Out of shape.” 

“Failure.” 

“Nothing.” 

“Nothing.”

“NOTHING.”

Emily shot up, staring at her empty room, panting and sweating down her back from the nightmare that just plagued her. The light shining in from the windows made her frown. She checked her phone, seeing she only had fifteen minutes left in her alarm. 

She huffed loudly as she threw the covers off herself, flinching a bit as her feet hit the cold tile of the adjoining bathroom with the boys’ room. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized just how exhausted she looked. “Holy fuck.” She grumbled, running a hand over her face attempting to wipe the sleep from her eyes. “You need to get yourself together.” She mumbled as she ran a washcloth under the sink. The cold washcloth did little to calm her nerves and wake her up, only succeeding in cleaning the sweat off herself. 

She was startled by a knock at the door. “You okay in there?” Dean’s voice rang through the door. 

Emily took a deep breath, attempting to ground herself a bit before answering so she didn’t sound so rattled. “Y-yeah.” She answered, her voice cracking. 

Really good job at not sounding rattled. 

She heard Dean gruff, then a pause. “If you say so…we’ll be going to breakfast soon.” 

“Thank you.” Emily said, a little quieter than intended, not wanting another voice crack to leak through. 

She waited as she listened for Dean’s footsteps to walk away before finally allowing herself to take a deep breath and sigh loudly out of her mouth. “Calm down, it was a nightmare.” She mumbled to herself before throwing her clothes off and turning on the shower, letting the hot water hit her screaming muscles from the night before. 

Going down to breakfast, she didn’t expect to see so many people. And she definitely didn’t expect for so many of them to be swarming the boys and asking for autographs. 

She could tell Roman was trying to be nice, smiling widely as he signed, but she could tell he was getting slightly overwhelmed. Seth was genuinely excited, eagerly signing anything people put in front of his face. And Dean was leaning back in the chair, his sunglasses on, a fake scowl across his face. But that deter the fans,

Who kept placing things on the table for him to sign, holding them in front of his face, and begging over and over again until Dean would give in. 

Emily couldn’t help but smile at the sight. 

“Hey everyone, excuse me.” She said as she walked up to the crowd. They all stopped to turn and look at her, including the boys. 

“It’s Emily Poe!” One fan said, a Randy Orrin shirt on his body. 

Emily nodded. “Yeah, it’s me!” She beamed. “Now, listen, we really need to eat breakfast, we had a really hard day yesterday, would you mind if we did it in peace? We promise we’ll sign for you later.” 

The fans all stood there for a moment before leaving one by one. Emily was surprised that it worked. She never in a million years thought it would actually work. 

Seth looked at her amazed, while Roman looked insanely released to get back to his French toast. “That was so cool, they’ve been here for like ten minutes!” He said, excitement in his tone. 

“What was cool? The fans, or how I made them scurry away?” Emily asked, cocking her head to the side. 

Dean pointed to his plate, offering her a piece of bacon from the pile he had. Emily shook her head, Dean just frowned, but didn’t fight it, bringing his plate back over to himself  and shoveling three pieces of bacon in his mouth. 

Roman shrugged. “Both.” He said, his voice low. “It’s kinda cool, I guess, that they’re already asking for autographs.” 

Emily nodded back. “You’re not hungry?” Dean whispered to her as the others continued to eat. Emily shook her head, looking down at her cuticles. “At least drink something.” Dean said, his eyes following Emily’s to watch as she picked at her cuticles, starting to make them bleed. 

She looked up at Dean, a small smile forming on her features. She saw the look on Dean’s face and knew immediately that he wasn’t going to let this go unless she drank something. “Okay, I’ll get some juice.” 

Each juice had an insane amount of sugar in it. She had to pick the one with the least sugar. Which one has the least sugar? Orange Juice. It doesn’t have sugar. At least she doesn’t think? Does orange juice have sugar? No. It doesn’t. It’s supposed to be sour. So she’ll be okay with the orange juice. It’ll be empty calories, but if that’s what it takes to get Dean off her back, she’ll do it. She doesn’t want any of the boys to worry anyway. They just started, she can’t have them thinking she’s insane at the very beginning. They’ll kick her out of the group and send her back to NXT, or worse she’ll get fired, or-

Emily gasped as the orange juice spilled on her hands. The cup overflowing and making a mess. She groaned as she grabbed napkins, quickly cleaning up the mess and heading towards the boys who were already standing up. 

“We’re about to head out.” Seth said, picking the last of the fruit off his plate. 

Emily stared blankly at them, “Oh. Okay.” She said before nodding. “Let’s go.” 

Emily couldn’t help but feel the look Dean gave her as she threw away the orange juice. 

“We have an interview.” Emily said as they all four sat in the basement of the arena. “Michael Cole ‘has some questions he wants to ask’.” She leant against the cold concrete wall as she read off the texts. 

Dean’s ears pricked up. “How’d he get your number anyway?” He asked as he started doing push-ups. 

Emily just shrugged as she anxiously rolled her fingers on her forearm. 

“Remind me why we’re in the basement again?” Seth asked, clipping his vest on. 

All four had gone out earlier that day and gotten tactical gear.  Much better than the turtlenecks they had been given. 

Emily sighed. “Because, we made enemies last night. We need somewhere private where they won’t find us. And where we can talk about strategy.” 

Dean chuckled. “Strategy?” He smiled as he stood up from the ground. “Our strategy is to go out there and beat people up.” 

Emily rolled her eyes. “We don’t just ‘beat people up’, Dean.” 

Seth hummed. “Then what exactly is it we do?” 

Emily thought for a moment. “We’re The Shield.” She stated. All three men nodded. “A Shield from injustice, we…make things right. We will stop injustice from happening in this company whenever we see fit.” 

All three men looked at her. “That’s pretty sick.” Roman said as he taped his hands up. “You just came up with that?” 

Emily blushed. “I thought about it a lot last night.” She admitted. 

Seth cackled as he put his arm around her, rubbing his hand in her hair. “You’re always one step ahead, huh?” 

Emily snorted as she pushed Seth off. “I just got excited!” She pouted, wrapping her arms around her chest. She looked at her phone, “c’mon, we gotta go.” 

“We are The Shield!” Dean announced loudly, holding his fists in the air in excitement as he jogged down the long hallway.

“Dean, Seth, Roman-“ Michael Cole started. 

“And Emily.” Dean interrupted, leaning in, his eyebrows raised. 

“Of course. And Emily.” He corrected himself, looking down at the paper and clearing his throat. 

Emily smirked to herself, already they were protecting her. 

“It’s been my pleasure to know you guys for a while now and worked with you down in the developmental area down in NXT. It seems a bit odd though to be conducting this interview under these circumstances.” Michael fiddled with his glasses. 

Dean sat closest to him, then Emily, then Seth, then Roman. All dressed to the nines in tactical gear. Emily with her hair in a ponytail, a black tank top and cargo pants with black combat boots. 

“It was eight nights ago that you debuted at Survivor Series…umm many people say-“ 

“Many people?” Dean interrupted. “Who are these people?” 

Seth chuckled, smirking as he listened to Dean. Emily smiled, leaning a bit closer to Dean as he started to sway back and forth in the chair, making sure he didn’t get too carried away. “Oh Michael…” she whispered under breath. 

“Michael if you’ve got a question to ask us…just ask.” Dean finished. Looking over at Emily with raised eyebrows. She gave a small nod before looking at Michael expectantly, along with her three boys. 

Michael paused, searching all four members of The Shield for some type of trick. “Okay…are you four working directly with WWE champion CM Punk?” 

“Nope.” Dean stated simply, shaking his head. 

There was a long pause, Dean staring daggers into Michael Cole. “Okay, so if you guys aren’t working for CM Punk, then why are you here?” He asked. 

Emily put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Aww that’s the question Michael.” Emily smiled, pointing at Michael. “That’s the question you should be asking.” A grin filled her features as she massaged Dean’s shoulder, feeling him buzzing with energy. 

Seth took a deep breath. “You see, we sat down in NXT and we saw things clearly. Crystal clear actually. You see everyone around here has to answer to the likes of the Vickie Guerro’s and the Booker T’s. And Vickie and Booker have to answer to the board of directors and the board of directors, ultimately have to answer to the WWE Universe. The almighty WWE Universe.” Seth looked down, shaking his head. “What is that Michael?” He asked. 

Emily shook her head too. “That’s a popularity contest.” She leaned in, resting her forearms on her knees. “And that’s not right. That’s wrong, Michael.” Emily narrowed her eyes. “We saw things heading in the wrong direction and we stepped in and righted those wrongs.” There was a long pause, Emily searching Michael’s features to find one of bewilderment and confusion. “Michael…we are a Shield from injustice in WWE.” 

She felt Seth put a hand on her back and pat her softly. 

Michael rolled his eyes. “I mean, c’mon guys. There’s no denying that everything you’ve done so far has benefited CM Punk!” He said in an exasperated tone. 

Seth groaned. “Michael, it's coincidence! It’s happenstance, ever heard of it?” 

“It’s not about benefiting Punk, it’s about right and wrong. CM Punk the WWE champion was forced to defend his title in a triple threat match against two guys he’d already defeated. That’s wrong.” Dean replied, bouncing his leg. 

“If it had been Ryback or Cena we’d done the same thing.” Emily said. All three men nodded their heads in agreement. 

“If Ryback was champion for 365 days and CM Punk tried to crash his party- we would’ve intervened on Ryback’s behalf. 365 days as champion in this era? I mean, that’s a huge milestone that needs to be celebrated, right?” Dean asked, holding his hands out awaiting an answer from Michael. 

“Uh, Roman?” Michael started, making all four of them tense up. “I’d love to get your take on this.” 

Roman growled, staring holes into Michael’s forehead. “When I wanna say somethin’, I’ll say it.” He stated simply, making Emily smirk. 

Dean huffed at being ignored. “Look Cole, we see where you’re getting with this. We hear everything you guys are saying, we read everything that’s being written, okay? We know everything you guys are thinking.” 

Emily held her hand out. “Look we’re not renegades, we’re not mercenaries, we’re not the Nexus, if you’re looking for the NWO go buy the DVD.” Emily said, making all three men chuckle along with her. 

Dean licked his lips. “We’re about principles, we’re about honor. Where honor no longer exists we’re gonna step in. It’s like she said-“ he pointed to Emily with his thumb. “We’re a Shield from injustice.” 

Seth nodded. “Yep.” 

“We’re a Shield from injustice.” Emily repeated, looking at all three of her boys. 

“We are The Shield.” Dean said, his tone cold and threatening.  

Michael stared at all four of them. “…Okay…so is there-“

“Hey, hey, hey…I got something to say.” Roman interrupted as he stood up. “We’ve said enough. This interview’s over man.” Roman tore the mic off his vest, throwing it to the ground, the other two following suit. Seth grabbed Emily’s mic for her and tore it off, tossing it to the ground. 

“Michael.” She said as they exited, nodding in his direction. “Believe in The Shield.”

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Pure Fluff (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

a bit ridiculous (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: And it would all feel a bit ridiculous if Dan wasn’t so madly in love.

a blur. (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Basically just another fic about the recent hospital trip

checking in (ao3) - pensieveity

Summary: phil is out of surgery and dan brings him his long ass list! also phil is out of it the whole time <3

dan buys a skirt (ao3) - baroquen

Summary: Dan is thinking about buying a skirt. Phil thinks this is a very good idea.

Feels Right (ao3) - philforscale

Summary: Dan proposes.

hanami picnic time (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: “I hear Dan and Phil got married in Japan.”

Phil laughed. “You can't believe everything you read on the Internet.”

Honeybee (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Dan sings a sweet silly song to Phil in the kitchen.

I missed you so much I dyed the towels green (ao3) - chuuyaswife

Summary: A few of Dan’s shows get cancelled while he’s on the WAD tour so he decides to surprise his boyfriend back home for a few days. Fluffy reunion ensues.

I'd like to hang out with you (for my whole life) (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: Mornings in the forever home (featuring the golden pig)

If we were two sunflowers, I would have faced you instead of the sun (ao3) - twinphantasy

Summary: It didn’t really matter where they were or what they were looking at because Dan would always be looking at Phil.

In our garden (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: The boys spend a warm summer afternoon in their garden together<3

Like Dreaming of Angels (ao3) - steddieornot

Summary: While he firmly believed everyone deserved love, in some shape or form, this was something else. The love he and Phil shared was otherworldly, impossible to contain. It was more than romantic in every feasible way. And somehow, fate had bestowed it upon him, just a guy from a small town in Reading. And deep down, he knew that even if fate rewrote his path, he would still have found Phil every time.

midas touch (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Dan is covered in gold paint for some reason, and Phil's face is entirely too kissable.

Or, Dan and Phil pause the filming of their "Transforming Dan into a Golden Pig" video to make out for a bit, and Dan gets weirdly emotional.

morning coffee (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “I thought you’d be sleeping in,” Phil says behind him.

next chapter (ao3) - phanwriter

Summary: Dan and Phil unpack the first box in their forever home.

northern lights (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil watch the northern lights together.

one & only (ao3) - daliddl

Summary: Dan just finished his very last We‘re All Doomed show in London and a certain unexpected guest is waiting for him in the dressing room.

phlondes have more fun (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: The morning after the Phlondening of 2024.

some of the most normal pictures (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil took many photos of Dan. It was second nature. To capture this life that they shared and this man that he got to share it with. Each moment precious, captured when Dan was his most relaxed and at ease. And they're completely normal. Of course.

*Behind the scenes look at each of the photos from this year's birthday tweet from Phil to Dan*

Spa night (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which Phil gives Dan a nice pampering set for his birthday that's big enough for two.

the hot doctor (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Plot twist: it was Dan.

To gently let you sleep (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil has to get up early, Dan does not

You and I, We don't wanna be like them (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan

[diwatopia]

★ crush ; neteyam.

synopsis. neteyam makes it clear that he has a crush, but it doesn't stop you from teasing him before giving him what he wants.

info. fluff, neteyam x gn!omaticayan!reader, 773 words.

warnings. kissing, playful teasing, physical touch, a couple uses of y/n, probs some grammatical errors!

perched atop your ilu, you inhale the salty air, closing your eyes in content once it happily fills your lungs. you brush your fingertips along the water, barely grazing the surface as you leave streaks in it's wake.

lids still closed, you allow yourself to just be. the sounds of soft waves and the laughter of your friends keeps you calm, grounded. it fills you with a warm feeling deep within your chest, brain tingling as you feel the water seep into your skin.

you feel a change of pattern in the water, eyes fluttering open as you watch neteyam approach you without his ilu. a soft smile graces your wet lips, reaching your hand out for him to grab so he doesn't stray too far away. "hey there," his voice is low, allowing his words to only reach your ears.

"hi," you reply with a goofy grin, taking notice how light his grip on your hand is. "why are you swimming?" you ask, eyeing his figure as he moves his arms and legs to stay afloat. he shrugs nonchalantly, "just wanted to talk to you," he says in the same quiet tone.

you nod slowly, unimpressed with his answer. "okay, what do you want?" you ask yet another question, as your eyebrow shoots up in suspicion. he scoffs jokingly, lightly slapping your thigh as if offended by your accusatory thoughts. silence is all he's met with as you give him another 'really, what do you want?' stare down.

"okay... fine, fine!" he lets his cheeky act go, "i wanted to ask you something," he finishes, looking out into the distance and away from your prying gaze. "and that something is...?" you trail off, silently asking him to elaborate.

"how do i know when i have a crush on someone?" he finally spits out, looking up at you with his sunflower-hued orbs.

your lips purse in attempt to keep a laugh in, his question catching you off guard that it almost had you slipping off your ilu. "don't laugh!" he almost whines out, splashing the water in embarrassment. you slap a hand over your mouth, trapping all the stray giggles that tumble past your lips.

"i'm sorry, nete'," you call him by his nickname, patting his head to further soothe his tarnished ego. you sigh, looking away before deciding to finally bite the bait and answer him.

"well, it's kinda like you can’t stop thinking about them. like your heart feels strange when they’re around, and then there's times where you just want to kis— what, why are you looking at me like that."

your question comes out more of a statement as you eye the boy with confusion. he lays his head atop your thigh, eyes soft and pupils blown as he silently urges you to continue. "so bad that you want to...?" he smoothly inquires, tone obviously flirtatious despite his brows knitting in faux innocence.

tilting your head slightly, "you want to kiss... them..." you finally finish what you had meant to say before you were so rudely interrupted by his loving gaze. he nods slowly, biting his lip to contain his excitement as he keeps eye contact with you.

the only word to describe this situation would be electric.

you both look at one another as the muffled sound of the water and your friends fizzle out, only leaving you and neteyam. cheeks turning darker shades of blue and purple as you continue to stare the other down. the butterflies that flutter around in your stomach makes you somewhat nauseous but you push aside the feeling as your eyes soundlessly egg him on.

the built up tension from months of training since his arrival soon catching up as you both wait in comfortable silence. his head remains on your thigh, braids and beads tickling your skin that you can't stop the chuckles from pouring out of you.

he smiles upon hearing your sweet laughter, your voice like a melody to him, without a doubt, making it his absolute favorite song.

"would it be okay if i kissed you right now? be honest," accent thick as he keeps his voice as quiet as possible. neteyam notices how you're slowly leaning in before the question was even uttered.

he lifts his head off your thigh. lips grazing over his, you shrug. "i dunno', would it be okay?" you taunt him. he can't help the airy laugh that comes out, "i need you to say it," he mutters, restraining himself from leaning in any further.

"it's okay to kiss me, nete'," you whisper before leaning in and sealing your words with a kiss.

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[womanexile]

Peter

Forgive me Peter

My lost fearless leader

In closets like cedar

Preserved from when we were just kids

Is it something I did?

The goddess of timing

Something Great-“one day I’ll come into your world and get it right”

Lay Down (HS unreleased)”We were never meant to make it, This time”

I Love You- “maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn’t end up alone”

Once found us beguiling

She said she was trying

Peter, was she lying?

My ribs get the feeling she did

And I didn’t wanna come down

I thought it was just goodbye for now

Suburban Legends-“when you told me we’d get back together”

Sigh of the Time-“we can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here”

Your said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

MMITH-“I gotta get better, I gotta get better”

Words from the mouths of babes

Promises oceans deep

Don’t Let Me Go (HS unreleased)-“I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star”

But never to keep

Oh, never to keep

I Love You-“I didn’t come back and I wasn’t there”

To Be So Lonely-“don’t blame me for falling, I was just a little boy” “Wasn’t ready for it all”

Little Freak-“I disrespected you Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard, A broken ankle, karma rules”

Are you still a mind reader?

A natural scene stealer?

I’ve heard great things, Peter

But life was always easier on you

Than it was on me

Slut!-“I’ll pay the price, you won’t”

NTWDT-“You went to a party, I heard from everybody, You part the crowd like the Red Sea”

Willow-“life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”

And sometimes it gets me

When crossing your jet stream

We both did the best we could do

Underneath the same moon

In different galaxies

Lay Down (HS unreleased)”Two Hearts are divided, Now that we’re worlds apart

And I didn’t wanna hang around

We said it was just goodbye for now

And I won’t confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn

This Love-“lantern burning, flickered in my mind for only you”

DBATC-“chandelier’s still flickering here”

Golden-“I’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky”

As the men masqueraded, I hoped you’d return

With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’d learned

‘Cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned

And you said you’s come and get me, but you were twenty-five

Harry was 25 in 2019 when they were both in attendance to Ed’s wedding and when he released Fine Line on her birthday.

Sunflower Vol. 6-“but I’ve been trying hard no to act a fool” “let me inside, I wanna get to know you”

And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

Lost to the “Lost Boys” chapter of your life

Forgive me, Peter, please know that I tried

To hold on to the days

When you were mine

But the woman who sits by the window

Has turned out the light

Taylor also references Peter in cardigan

“Peter losing Wendy”

The cardigan mv has many parallels to Harry’s Falling mv

On the Spotify canvas for Peter it has the typewriter set at 20. 20 is a Haylor number.

[maxineryx]

Before you continue, I have came to inform you that this includes anime and manga spoilers (chapter 236 onwards). Thanks for reading :)

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In a Field of Sunflowers

After a long, exhausting fight, Yuuji finally has a chance to rest in your warm presence.

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x reader

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings & tags: death, blood, regret, self-hate, hurt/comfort

An earthy aroma stuck in the air as multiple patches of tall and bright sunflowers stretched across the green meadow. A light breeze played around with the flowers and grass, slithering around anything in its way. There were a couple of trees that surrounded the meadow, but they were only a tiny speck compared to the ginormous grassy hills in the distance, overlooking and shielding the land in front. The green land was completely covered in yellow, and the clear sky above looked almost dreamy, a very nice shade of blue and a tint of purple. It was entirely devoid of human nature, as if it was an undiscovered place yet to come across.

That was until a bright ball, whiter than the whitest snow, brighter than the sun, appeared out of thin air amidst the sunflowers, slowly growing and reshaping itself to what seemed to be a person. Once it was done, the ball was long gone, and there was now a boy, with a slightly translucent body, as if he was still adjusting to the scene. The sunflowers that surrounded him twinkled and glowed happily.

However, he was anything but happy.

He was none other than Yuuji Itadori, who had a deep wound piercing his abdomen. Although he was in a peaceful setting, blood trickled from the wound, from his nose, and mouth. His clothes were ripped in many places, revealing old and new scars on his body, and his already bruised fingers were still curled into fists. The flowers around him appeared to have noticed his raging demeanour and slowly cowered, returning to their dull yellow colour. Yuuji’s eyes were full of hatred as he froze completely, looking around, taking in the scene surrounding him. His ragged breathing gradually regulated, unclenching his fists. He looked down at his wound, blinking in confusion at how it didn’t hurt when his cold fingers came in contact with the injury. The breeze from before came back, dancing with his hair, calming his heartbeat down. That’s when he took a step, and then another, not necessarily knowing where he was heading, but something in his mind told him to go onward.

Yuuji trudged through the thick patches of yellow, the sunflowers brushing against his dirtied clothes, legs about to surrender due to exhaustion. Then, as he spotted something peculiar in the distance amongst the flowers, his eyes widened as one thought raced through his mind. However, it was too impossible to believe yet. He moved forward again, but this time even faster as if the weariness was never there to begin with.

There he stood motionless, staring at the person in front of him, and he had to blink a couple of times to make sure it wasn’t his eyes deceiving him.

It was you. Staring up at the dreamy blue sky with a carefree expression, sitting on the soft grass with yellow flowers surrounding you. This was definitely a dream. And as much as he wished it wouldn’t be, Yuuji was certain it was one. Just another one of those dreadful nightmares disguised as dreams.

And that's when you turned your head towards him and the breeze slightly ruffled your hair but he still thought you looked beautiful nethertheless, dream or not. He had many dreams of you before, and somehow all of them had their own versions of how you looked like. Sometimes you were short, sometimes tall, sometimes you had green eyes, and sometimes you had no eyes at all.

Your eyes, these eyes, twinkled as you studied him, scanning over his deep wounds, and in an instance they were gone. Yuuji stared at his stomach in awe. Now it all felt so real, too real for it to be a dream. Although you managed to heal his injuries, he could see how your eyes flashed with concern. Then you smiled genuinely, and turned your head back to the scene laid ahead of you. You took a deep breath.

“I knew you’d come.” You spoke softly, looking down at the sunflowers that waved around in the breeze, “It started to get lonely out here.” He remained silent, eyes wide open and full of doubt.

“[Y- Y/N]-“ Yuuji took a deep breath, “This can’t be real— Sukuna is playing with me again.”

“No, Yuuji. It’s me, [Y/N].” You sighed, a pang of sorrow filled your heart at how much he must have been through when you weren’t there, “Thi-“

“Take me back.” He cut you off and demanded. You froze. Perhaps he was still unsure if this was the real you.

“Yu-“

“They need me- I was already too much of a burden, I can’t let anyone else die because of me.” His voice cracked and fresh tears rolled down his face, lip slightly quivering. Your heart broke as he continued to speak, “I can’t let Sukuna win. He has to die-“

“Yuuji.” You stood up and moved your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, wiping the tears away with your thumbs. Then, you moved your hand to the back of his head and brought it down so that he could cry into your shoulder. And he did. His spare hands that dangled loosely found their way to your clothes, gripping onto you as if his life depended on it. You whispered to him, “Ask anyone you want, and they’ll tell you the truth. You’re not a burden. You’ve done so much to help everyone. I’m so proud of you, don’t you ever forget that.” He continued to weep until his eyes could bear no more, moving his face slightly away, gazing tiredly into your loving eyes. You took his hand gently in yours and sat down on the soft sunflowers with him, the sun above you shining brightly.

Yuuji turned to you and brought his healed hand to your face, yet so gently as if he was afraid of damaging you, because his hands were a murderous weapon. “You are real…”

You chuckled, feeling how your heart skipped a beat at his touch. “I am.”

The sunflowers watched this exchange between two lovers and danced with happiness.

“I missed you.” His voice cracked as he looked down, recalling all the memories, “I missed you so much that sometimes I’d cry at night because I slowly started to forget what you looked like. Sometimes you’d visit me in my dreams and when I woke up I felt even worse. I wanted to see you, touch you, feel you again.”

“I know.”

You then patted your lap, signalling Yuuji to lay his head down, and so he did, and you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You two sat in silence, only accompanied by the vibrant flowers and the delicate breeze.

There was so much that you wanted to tell him. For a few days, weeks, months, you don’t really know, you’ve sat and watched him as his heart gradually grew colder soon after witnessing your death, and all the others. It pained you too much to see him like that, the traces of his bright personality and smile long gone, yet knowing that if you hadn’t died so carelessly perhaps even a little of his old self would still be there.

You had fallen in Shibuya, not long after Nobara did.

In front of him.

You could still vividly remember his shocked face, hearing his heart shatter into pieces and his broken voice as he called out your name— if you had gotten more time then you would have told him those three words but you were already long gone.

And when you opened your eyes, you were met with the breath-taking view, but if you hadn’t just died, perhaps you would have payed more attention to it.

Angry, tired, and upset, you wandered around until you spotted Nobara, who was also sitting in the same exact spot he had found you later.

You squeezed her so hard, and the both of you cried out of happiness.

Then, one by one, other sorcerers, close and not so close to you, showed up, until there were so many that you grew irritated. Irritated because Yuuji was still fighting, him thinking that he needed to fight until he had Sukuna’s head. Irritated because you just wanted to see him, to be in his presence.

After a few weeks, everybody left the sunflower field and headed together into the forest, hearing that there was a peaceful village past the land of dark green. Only you were left. The others offered you many times to come, yet you insisted on staying and watching your boyfriend fight. You couldn’t even leave, praying and hoping that his pain would soon be over. And as soon as it was, you awaited his presence, a little nervous, and fresh sorrow deep in your heart.

You knew that he changed, hell, you even faced the possibility of him not loving you anymore, or knowing that you’d never get the old Yuuji back. It pained you so, but you'd do anything for him, even waiting for him, no matter how long. Because you loved Yuuji Itadori so much.

But now you’re pretty sure he still felt the same towards you, with the way he looked up at you from your lap, with love and tears in his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his slight dirtied hair.

“Um… did you…” He started, blinking tiredly as your fingers worked magic. “Did you… did you see the others…?” You immediately knew who he was referring to by his quiet tone, and you chuckled because this was the same old Yuuji, asking if his close ones were okay before caring about himself. It seemed that your touch and voice slowly managed to soften his heart again and calm the raging storm in his head.

You nodded. “Junpei, Namamin, Kugisaki—“ He sniffled, bottom lip quivering as you continued to say their names. “—Fushiguro, Gojo… and everyone else… they’re all here. Safe. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

There were tears streaming down his face, and you leaned down, pressing a sweet, feathery kiss to his cheek, talking to him soothingly and healing his heart ever so slowly, but efficiently. The boundless bright sun shining proudly above, happily as you looked up at it, the tall flowers that surrounded you swaying from side to side.

And when you looked down again, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your adorable boyfriend sleeping so peacefully, gentle breaths escaping past his lips, and you hoped that he dreamt of only nice things. Even though you knew that his normal youth was already long gone, that you wouldn’t be able to fix it, one thing you did know was that you’d always be there for him whenever he needed you. This time there was nothing that could have disturbed you two.

“Sleep, Yuuji.” You whispered, caressing his head gently. “It's your turn to rest now. I'll be here when you wake up.”

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A/N: After watching the new eps, and reading the manga, I realised that the actual villain is Gege. And so, for all the Yuuji lovers, I hope I eased your pain with this fic, there will be more along the way.

[97-liners]

sugar and you, except with flowers and jihoon

cranky wedding planner woozi x florist reader

words: 2.1k

just a silly little thing i wrote this afternoon! spinoff of sugar and you (mingyu)

(May)

Jihoon is ill-tempered, foul-mouthed, and prickly. Whenever he’s distracted, lost somewhere in his thoughts, his face naturally settles into a scowl. His glowers could melt sand into glass. And so, it’s a measure of his competency, brutal efficiency, and eye for design, that he’s the most sought-after wedding planner in the city.

The first time Chan meets Jihoon, he’s nearly brought to tears. You’re in the back room, elbow deep in a sink full of camellia branches and pungent water, when you hear your teenaged part-timer calling for you in an anxious voice.

“Boss?”

You know he’s in trouble, because you’ve never heard Chan calling you ‘boss’ in the month that he’s worked here. “Coming,” you call out, drying your hands on the front of your apron. The camellias can wait. “What is it?”

You step out from behind the curtain separating the back room from the shop and come face to face with a very disgruntled looking Jihoon. Blinking at him, you slow to a stop, damp fingers still twisted in the fabric of your apron. “Jihoon? I thought you weren’t picking up your order until next Wednesday.”

“There’s been a change of plans,” Jihoon sighs. “The flowers for the venue can stay the same, but the bouquets need to be blue.”

You raise your eyebrow. “All of them?”

“And the boutonnieres too,” he says. “I know it’s short notice, I’m sorry,” he sighs, running his fingers through his already-tousled hair. He looks like he hasn’t slept in two days. 

“No, I can do it,” you smile at him. “I’ll come in this weekend to work on them. Chan,” you turn toward the boy, “can you go back and finish stripping the camellias?”

“O-oh, sure,” he responds, glancing briefly toward Jihoon before slinking past you and disappearing behind the curtain.

“Here, Jihoon,” you turn toward the wall of humming refrigerators along the back of the shop, “let’s see what we can do.”

Jihoon follows you, watching silently as you deftly pick out your selections. 

“What’s the vibe?” You pick out a small cluster of periwinkle-colored hydrangeas.

“Something with texture,” he responds. “Modern, not traditional, but not minimalist.”

“Some sage,” you pluck out the greenery and tuck it in with the quickly growing bundle in your arms. “These silver-dollar eucalyptus sprigs would be good too. As for the statement blooms, I’m thinking these delphiniums would do well. I have some dried blue thistles in the back as well. Some queen anne’s lace for extra texture. Um.” You look down at the mess of flowers and greenery in your hands. It’s a mess, completely unarranged, but you can already see the colors coming together.

Chewing on your lip, you shift some of the stems around, then you look up at Jihoon. “What do you think?”

Jihoon looks down at the flowers, then up at you. He might be looking at you more than the flowers, in fact. “I think,” he says, "you’re a genius.”

From behind a curtain of leaves and tightly-shut buds, you beam at him.

(Later, over steaming bowls of instant ramen and scattered thistle stems, Chan asks you how you know Jihoon.

It takes you longer than you’d like to answer that question, but you settle with what Jihoon would say if he was here: “we work together frequently.”)

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(August)

By the time Jihoon comes around, iced coffees in tow, it’s pouring rain outside. The perfect Sunday morning of just a few hours ago is now gone, replaced with low-hanging gray clouds and relentless sheets of stinging rain. It’s so humid, the large glass walls of the greenhouse are covered in a dense layer of condensation.

You, too, are covered in a sheen of sweat as you twist green florist’s wire around stems of sunflower and seeded eucalyptus into a wreath. 

“It’s terrible in here,” Jihoon groans as he takes his place on the stool next to you. “It feels like I’m inhaling water.”

Laughing, you glanced over at him. “Jihoon, it’s a greenhouse. What did you think it was gonna be like?” 

Jihoon ignores your question, instead choosing to ask a question of his own. “Aren’t you hot? Look, you’re sweating. Here.” He holds out an iced coffee at you.

You take the cup from his hand and relish the feeling of ice-cold condensation on your skin. “Thank you, Jihoon,” you tell him, watching as his ears instantly flush red, “you’re too nice to me.”

“I’m not,” he says automatically. “You work too hard.”

“Aren’t you being a bit of a hypocrite?”

“Yes,” he answers easily. “And here.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small earthenware vase with streaks of blue-green glaze. “Saw this at a gallery last night. It made me think of you, so I bought it for you.”

“Oh, Jihoon,” you smile fondly. He places the vase on your work table, and then he rotates it slightly so the most interesting glaze pattern is facing you. “I love it, Jihoon. Thank you for thinking of me.” In your little office in the shop, you have a bookshelf filled with trinkets and knick knacks. There’s a school art project that Chan had gifted to you, various books on horticulture and the Victorian language of flowers, dozens of your own notebooks detailing watering orders and deliveries and watering schedules and soil formulas, and a small smattering of little glass vases and earthenware pots that Jihoon has collected for you over the years. Every week, you dust them all and wipe them down with a damp cloth so that they shine in the afternoon sun.

(A week from today when Jihoon visits and drops by your office to pick up an invoice, he stops dead in his tracks when he spots the newest vase on your desk placed between your monitor and printer. It’s prime desk real estate, dedicated just to his vase and the small arrangement of wildflowers that you’ve placed in it.)

It’s the weekend, but Jihoon is restless and itching for some work to do, so you give him a plastic tub full of loose ribbon and twine and set him to the task of spooling and organizing everything. He puts his laptop on the work table, right between your side and his side, and the two of you watch anime quietly while working. At the end of the afternoon, you have a dozen bright sunflower wreaths, and he has a full rack of spooled ribbon. 

When he helps you put everything away, back in the fridges and cabinets where they all belong, he accidentally brushes against you. For a moment, you’re so close to Jihoon, you can smell the coffee on his breath, and you wonder would it would be like to kiss him.

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(December)

“Sorry,” Jihoon says, looking genuinely apologetic under the rising and falling waves of light coming from the passing streetlights. He’s driving, and you’re pleasantly tipsy, leaning your head against the cold window and watching him.

“It’s okay, I’m not cold.” The heating is wonky in his car, and he’s bundled up in a big puffy coat with his pressed white cuffs peeking out from under his sleeves every time he moves his hands on the steering wheel. His suit jacket had been given up for you to put over your legs like a blanket, despite your protests that you would wrinkle it. It’s okay, Jihoon had shrugged, ears red, I gotta bring it to the dry cleaners anyway.

“Oh, good,” Jihoon says. He pauses and laughs. “That’s not what I was apologizing for, but I’m sorry about the heating too.”

You frown. “What are you sorry for?”

Jihoon shrugs, and for a second, he doesn’t say anything. It’s just the sound of the highway and the soft music from the radio that filters over the noise. Then, Jihoon tells you, “sorry for dragging you to a wedding and making you sit in a corner all night.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, and then you laugh. “Jihoon, you didn’t drag me to a wedding. You invited me to be your plus one, and I accepted. And you didn’t make me sit in a corner all night, we sat at a table and spent all night talking and eating.” Feeling very sleepy and warm, you grin dopily at him.  “And, for the record, I had a lot of fun.”

Jihoon doesn’t respond again for a few seconds, and you almost doze off before he speaks again. “Thanks. I, um, also had a lot of fun.”

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah,” you mumble. “Wake me up when we get to my place, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Sweet dreams.” 

(Later on, when he parks and stops the engine, he waits for a while first. You’re already awake, of course— you had woken when he turned off the highway and onto the quieter streets of your neighborhood— but you sit with your head leaned against the window and eyes closed, breathing quiet and even, and you let him have this moment. Here, in his parked car, where it’s dark and quiet, you let him watch you and chew on the inside of his cheek, hand balled up in a fist in his lap, clenching and unclenching as he struggles over whatever internal turmoil he’s working through. 

You decide to save him from his struggle and shift slightly, putting on a show of blinking awake, all dazed and bleary. 

“Cute,” Jihoon mumbles quietly.

You look up at him, wincing at your sore neck. “Huh?”

His eyes widen. You have an inkling that he didn’t mean for you to actually hear that, but he just flushes and pulls his lips into a thin line. “Did you have a nice nap?”

You smile at him and nod. “Thanks for driving, Jihoon. And thanks for inviting me to come with you.”

Jihoon nods, cheeks pink, and accepts his crumpled jacket when you hand it back to him. “Um,” he starts, looking at your right ear, “I had a really good time. With you.”

“Me too,” you grin, leaning forward. He leans back for a moment, and then he seems to recollect himself and he straightens his spine again so that the two of you are just inches apart. 

“And, I think it would be nice if we could do this again,” he finishes his statement. 

He’s so cute and flustered, you can’t help but to tease him a little. “What, go to other weddings? As guests? Just how packed is your social calendar?”

“I mean, not weddings, necessarily,” he rushes to clarify, “but, like, other things. The two of us.”

Your heart feels so full, you’re afraid it’ll bubble over. Jihoon reminds you of the gardenia plant you keep in your kitchen. You had rescued it from a hardware store, purchased at a discount when it was sickly and yellow, and you spent months and months caring for it– running a humidifier next to it, timing the amount of sun it was getting and supplementing with grow lights, testing the moisture of the soil every week, and after half a year, your little gardenia shrub produced just one large, beautiful, white blossom. Gardenias are sensitive– they like sun, but only a little bit; they like humidity, but water on the leaves will cause spots; and they won’t tolerate being moved around. You had originally planned on moving the gardenia to the shop eventually, but you ended up keeping it for yourself, this fragile little resident of your kitchen counter. 

You decide to take mercy on Jihoon. “I like you,” you smile, unable to suppress the fond way you melt at him. “We don’t have to go on dates if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I do want to go on dates! I just…” he huffs out a quick bark of laughter and pushes his hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly styled hairdo. “I like you too.”

“That’s perfect, then.” You lean forward, even closer. “Jihoon, can I kiss you?”

“I–I,” he stammers, flushing even harder, “yeah. Yeah.”)

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(May, again)

“Hi, boss,” Chan pokes his head through the curtain separating the shop from the greenhouse. It’s his last summer before he goes off to college, so you’re having him train his younger brother before he leaves town. You’ll miss Chan, that’s for sure, but Geon is a sweet boy. “Your scary boyfriend is here again.”

You frown. “Don’t call him that.”

Chan shrugs. “I think Geon is gonna cry if you don’t come out.”

Shaking your head, you grin and take off your gardening gloves. The roses can wait. You have a grumpy boyfriend to take care of first.